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once-upon-a-storyy · 6 years

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Isn’t It Lovely?- H.O. (3)

Summary: Isn’t it lovely? When someone loves you more than anything else in the world. For Y/N the concept of love was foreign; even if she was adored by millions of loving fans. Love scared her, for a good reason too. She’d never been around it in a pure way. It had always been destructive, harmful. That was until she met a certain someone. A certain someone named Harrison.

Paring: Actor!Haz x Actress!Reader

Warnings: some angst, talk of emotional abuse later on, drinking

Word count: 1,433

A/N: Sorry it’s on the shorter side, but it’s very important for what’s coming up. We’re about to really get into the story, and I’m so excited to take this journey with all of y’all! Also, for some reason, Tumblr isn’t letting me put my moodboard up, so when that is fixed, I’ll add it in! Thank you lovelies for being patient! Updates are going to start being on Wednesday’s.

“Okay but, you know where my vote is going to,” Y/N spoke as the group of actors weaved their way through the crowded airport, heading to their terminal to wait for the plane.

Tom let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes and pushing his hat further down on his head, “Yes, Y/N, we all know you want Chick-Fil-A,” a teasing grin appeared on his face.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “It’s the best!” She defended, keeping her head down at an angle. The group had been successful so far of going unnoticed by the crowd, and they were hoping to keep it that way. It’s not that they didn’t love their fans, but they were all a bit tired, and the boys were starting to get grumpy.

“Let’s just get Chick-Fil-A, that way we don’t have to listen to her complain for an entire thirteen-hour flight,” Harrison suggested, tugging his jacket closer to him.

Evans sighed, giving up, “Fine, lead the way Y/L/N,” the young girl grinned, a new bounce in her step as she navigated the airport to the food court. She hummed to herself, her small, carry on suitcase rolling behind her. Harrison couldn’t help but smile softly at her, watching as she easily slid around people who were obviously in a rush, muttering a small ‘sorry’ to everyone. Tom eyed his friend, a smirk appearing on his face. Evans glanced between Tom and Harrison, putting the puzzle pieces together. Slowly, as if not to alarm anyone, he made his way closer to Tom. “So Harrison likes Y/N, huh?” He nudged the younger boys shoulder.

Tom’s brows furrowed as he looked up at Evans, “How’d you know?” He shook his head, a small chuckle falling from his lips, “I mean, I myself, thought it was quite obvious, but,” he trailed off, eyes darting back to Harrison.

Evans chuckled, shaking his head, “I didn’t really notice it until just now,” he followed Tom’s gaze. “It’s the way he looks at her like his whole world revolves around her,” he shook his head, a faint smile on his lips, “That kid is in over his head,” he sighed, rubbing his free hand over his beard.

Tom’s brows snapped together, lips pressing into a thin line, “What do you mean by that?”

Evans seemed to catch his mistake, eyes widening slightly, “It’s really not my place to tell,” he spit out quickly, risking a glance to Y/N, who seemed to be in her own little world, oblivious to everything going on behind her as she led them to the food court.

Tom sighed, his brows still furrowed, “Is something wrong?” He’d be lying if he wasn’t concerned about his friend.

Evans sighed, shaking his head, “I’d love to tell you, but,” he paused, shaking his head again, “You’d have to ask her.” He offered him a small smile before moving toward the young actress, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

The young girl let out a laugh, shoving the older actor playfully, his arm remaining on her shoulders. Tom furrowed his brows, curiosity burning in his mind to know what Chris had meant when he said his best mate was getting in over his head. He sighed, shaking his head lightly, moving quickly to catch up with the group.

“Do you boys do anything but complain?” Y/N asked, eyebrows furrowed. She scanned each of the boys, her elbows resting on the table they were currently seated at. They had been enjoying their food for a while, that was until she had brought up the flight.

Tom frowned, his hand stopping halfway to his mouth, french fry dangling from it, “What do you mean? We don’t complain, right Harrison?” Tom moved his eyes to his best friend, elbowing him lightly in the side.

“Huh?” Harrisons' head shot up, a ketchup-smeared to the right of his cheek, “What? Oh yeah, no we don’t complain, what’re you talking about Y/N?” Harrison pouted.

Y/N raised a single brow, putting what they called her ‘mom’ face on, “Hmm,” she nodded, lips pursed.

Chris held back a chuckle, shaking his head at the other actors, “I think I have to go with Y/N on this one,” he spoke, wiping his hands on his napkin, crumpling it up and throwing it into the paper bag in front of him.

Tom sighed, rolling his eyes, “It’s because she’s your daughter isn’t it?” He narrowed his eyes at the two playfully, leaning his seat back on two legs.

“On-screen dad,” Y/N corrected.

Tom waved a hand, dismissing the idea, “Same thing.”

“I’m going to laugh when you bust from having your chair like that,” she stuck her tongue out at him.

Tom laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling up, “Yeah,” he scoffed, “Like that could happen.”

Harrison smirked, reaching out with one hand to shove Tom sideways, causing him to fall out of his chair, “You were saying mate?”

“Harrison! Seriously mate, who’s side are you on?” Tom cried from the floor, struggling to keep his own laughter at bay. The rest of the table was dying, Harrison could see the tears pooling in Y/N eyes, and the sight made his grin wider.

“You had it coming Tom,” he replied, shaking his head. “Now, c’mon, we have a flight to catch,” he stood from the table, sending a quick wink to Y/N, whose face flushed.

“You better keep your eyes open mate,” Tom called after him, “You’ve just declared war! War!” Laughter fell from the boy's lips as he pushed himself off the floor, jogging after his group.

“Hi my name is Ashley, I’ll be your flight attendant today. If you could all fasten your seatbelts, the flight attendants will come around shortly for your drinks,” a cheery voice called out from the front of the cabin. “...Thank you for choosing Southwest! Enjoy your flight!” Y/N looked up for the first time during the speech, brows furrowed.

“Did she say anything important?” she whispered, leaning over slightly to ask Chris.

Chris shook his head, a small laugh falling from his lips, “No, you didn’t miss anything, from her at least,” he muttered the last part as an afterthought.

“What do you mean?” Her brows pulled together, confusion evident in her voice and on her features.

Chris’s eyes widened, “Oh, crap,” his cheeks flushed, “It’s just, uh,” he fumbled for words, Y/N waiting expectantly, “Harrison’s been keeping his eyes on you for like basically ever,” he smiled sheepishly.

Y/N’s eyes widened at his words, “He, he, what?” She struggled to form words, her body in complete shock.

“Hey, hey, relax,” Chris placed a hand on her shoulder, giving in a light squeeze, “It’s ok Y/N,” he repeated quietly, trying to calm the poor girl down. She got worked up over these things very easily, ever since Dylan.

Y/N closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. “You think, you think,” she paused, biting her lower lip lightly, her eyes fluttering over to meet his gaze, “You think he might like me?” Her voice was quiet, barely over a whisper. Her E/C eyes shone under the lights of the plane, strands of her H/C hair falling out of her bun, framing her face.

Chris smiled easily at her, “Y/N,” his voice was soft, as if trying not to scare her away, “Anyone with eyes can see that he feels something a lot stronger than friendship for you,” he gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze, turning his body to block Tom and Harrison’s view of her from the aisle across from them.

Y/N sat in silence for a while, feeling the plane moving under them, preparing for take off. She sighed, pushing strands of her hair back, “I don’t think I’m ready,” she whispered, her eyes glued to her hands that rested in her lap.

“That’s okay!” Chris spoke encouragingly, “You don’t have to be ready yet. It’ll all work itself out in the end, I promise. For now, try to focus on the press tour, and try not to snore too loudly in my ear,” he joked, nudging her shoulder with his.

A light laugh left her, “Whatever, you snore louder than I do,” she rolled her eyes, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

“There’s the Y/N I know,” he smiled at her, the look of a proud parent visible in his eyes.

“Whatever loser,” she mumbled, shifting to get comfortable in the small seat.

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sevenbangtanbabes-blog · 6 years

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The Best of Both Worlds

“To all outsiders Min Yoongi was your typical high school loser: a nerd who had maybe two friends and was the epitome of what it meant to be average. He got good grades, never spoke out of turn in class, and although he wasn’t a teacher’s pet they seemed to have a liking for him.

Like he’d describe it himself, “a whole ass loser”.

But this whole ass loser had a huge ass secret that could potentially change all of that; indeed, Min Yoongi was also world-famous hiphop artist Agust D.

And he just wanted the best of both worlds.

Starring Kim Namjoon as Billy Ray, Kim Taehyung as Lily Trescott, introducing Min Yoongi as Hannah Montana and many more…

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(oooOHooooOHOHWhoaOh)

Slipping his backpack off his shoulder and onto Yoongi’s kitchen table, Taehyung spun around to face his best friend.

“How can you honestly tell me you don’t want to see Agust D tonight?” He asked incredulously. “Do you know how many times I had to call into that radio station to win tickets?”

Yoongi inwardly scowled, trying his hardest to make Taehyung drop it. “I don’t want to go, and besides, we said we were going to study and your ass definitely needs it.”

“But it’s Agust D, Yoongi. He’s been my favorite rapper since I was like 14, and you’ve never even given him a chance! You’d like his stuff if you’d just listen to it.” Taehyung pointed an accusing finger at his friend.

“If you want to see Agust D so bad then ask Jimin to go with you, because I’m not going!” Yoongi huffed out a heavy sigh, turning on his heel towards his room.

“Damn, what crawled up your ass?” Taehyung mumbled disappointedly, but relenting. He soon followed after his friend, dragging his backpack along with him.

Taehyung followed Yoongi into his cramped room, and flung himself onto his small twin bed with a loud groan. He sat his bag next to him, and pulled out his well worn science textbook, flipping few a through pages.

“What chapter is the test over again?” Taehyung asked, perfect eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Yoongi hesitated, “I think three? I’m not sure -”

Suddenly the voice of Yoongi’s dad rang out, “Yoongi, can I speak with you for a minute?”

“I have to go right now,” he stood and announced. “You know how pushy my dad can be, making him wait long could hurt his achy breaky heart.”

Taehyung nodded absentmindedly, still searching through his textbook. Yoongi sat his own bag down on his desk before exiting his room to find his dad waiting in the living room. Namjoon stood imposingly at the end of the couch, his embroidered brown cowboy boots adding a few inches to his already tall frame.

“What’s up?” Yoongi asked, flopping down onto the worn couch, which caused Namjoon to sigh.

“I overheard Taehyung asking about a certain rapper.” Namjoon sat down himself, folding his long body onto the short couch. “He was being really pushy, Yoongi. You don’t think he’s getting suspicious, do you?”

Yoongi snorted at this idea, finding it completely ridiculous. He pushed up his black framed glasses before answering his father.

“Dad, please - Taehyung’s my friend and all, but he can be kind of ditzy sometimes. He’s more of a pretty face than a brain. I promise, there’s no way he knows I’m Agust D.”

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Back in Yoongi’s room, Taehyung was busying himself with skimming over the chapter he should’ve read a week ago. As he turned the page, a heading stood out to him; Mr. Lee had explicitly told the class the information would be on the exam.

Taehyung paused, pulling his bag closer to search for the one highlighter he owned. After a few moments of searching to no avail, he let out groan. He rose, intending to go ask Yoongi if he had one that he could borrow, but when he heard Yoongi and Mr. Kim still talking, he changed his mind. He’d always found Mr. Kim a little intimidating - any man who could wear cowboy boots as confidently as him was not one to mess with.

Taking it upon himself to find a highlighter, Taehyung began his search around Yoongi’s room. After checking his bag and coming up empty handed, he walked over to his desk. Jerking open the top drawer, he dug through its contents; he found index cards, actor Jung Hoseok’s leaked nudes, post-its, paper clips - but no highlighter.

He took a moment to scan the room, his eyes eventually landing on a small cup filled with various writing utensils sat on a shelf on the bookcase, where Yoongi kept all of his CD’s. With a grin on his face, Taehyung made his way to the bookcase, hand reaching up to grab a treasured highlighter when something caught his eye.

“I knew he was lying.” He exclaimed giddily, a huge smile breaking out on his face. He reached for the CD, about to pull it out of its spot on the shelf. “I knew he liked Agust D.”

As Taehyung pulled the CD out of its position the rest of the way, a mechanical groaning made its way to his ears.

“What the hell?” Taehyung mumbled, but continued to remove the CD anyway. The second it was fully in his grasp, the shelf and the small area it sat on began to move. “Holy shit!”

Taehyung latched himself onto the front of the shelf, too scared that if he moved back he’d get caught in the moving contraption. As it quickly whirled around, Taehyung kept his eyes clenched shut - only opening them once the movement subsided.

And the moment he opened them, he saw something he never, ever could’ve imagined would be hidden away in his best friend’s room.

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Upon hearing a familiar sound of machinery, Yoongi’s eyes snapped towards his dad’s; they both knew what that sound meant. The two of them sprinted towards the room but they already knew their worst fear had come true.

Why did Taehyung have to be so nosy?

Yoongi and Namjoon rounded the corner into his bedroom, racing to the bookshelf that housed his darkest secret. It was back into its normal place,and to anyone else it would seem like nothing ever occurred, but Yoongi knew that meant nothing; the shelf was built to go back into position once it was opened.

Namjoon pushed the button that rested where the Agust D CD should’ve been, and both he and his son were soon moving into his vast, hidden closet.

“What are you doing in here?” He advanced to where he saw his friend examining one of his on-stage robes.

Taehyung slowly broke away from the designer outfits and turned to face his best friend.

“I think I should be the one asking the questions here, Yoongi.” He said quietly, an utterly confused look on his face. “Why the hell do you have a moving bookcase? Why do you have all these clothes? Are they yours?”

Yoongi shot a quick look to his father, who seemed unsure as to how to proceed in this situation.

“Well…y-yes, they’re mine,” Yoongi began, causing his father’s jaw to drop. He hadn’t expected his son to come right out about it.

Taehyung glanced around the room a bit more, until one outfit in particular caught his eye. He shuffled over to it cautiously; he slowly reached for the dark coat with a skull imprinted on the back. He inspected the coat, pulling it around to look at it from various angles; all too soon, a chain shining in the light distracts him the jacket. It dangled from the same hanger as the coat; a small gold necklace, with small metal feathers hanging from the chain. He gently touched the metal, sucking in a sharp breath as he does so.

Taehyung had seen the exact necklace so many times; he always commented on how much he liked it every time he watched the Agust D music video.

“Tae -” Yoongi started, taking a step in his direction, but he’s quickly cut off. Taehyung whirled around, his gorgeous, dark eyes as wide as saucers and sparkling with wonder.

“You’re him.” He sputtered, finally connecting the dots. “You’re Agust D.”

This stopped Yoongi cold; he never wanted this to happen, but he doesn’t see anyway to come back from it.

“Shit, Tae,” He sighed deeply, reaching up to pull his glasses off his face. As he does so, Taehyung’s expression grows even more shocked, which makes Yoongi laugh even in the dire situation. “You’re not the brightest. It was a fucking pair of glasses.”

“Well, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect my best friend to pull a Clark-fucking-Kent on me. Excuse me for not seeing through your excessive layers of bullshit.” Taehyung exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air out of frustration.

Namjoon awkwardly clears his throat, before excusing himself. However, he only leaves after tripping over his huge, steel-toed, boot-clad feet.

“Well,” Yoongi awkwardly scratched the back of his head, “Do you still want to see Agust D tonight?”

“Do I still want to see - of course I want to see Agust D tonight, are you kidding me.” Taehyung said quickly, shooting Yoongi a dark look. “Just ‘cause he turned out to be your dumbass doesn’t mean the songs aren’t certified bops.”

“Don’t ever call my songs bops ever again.” He laughed, but the urgency of the situation still hung heavy in the air. “If anything, they’re lit.”

As Yoongi turned around and began walking to the closet door, a thought popped into his head.

“Wait -” He spun around to face Taehyung, who stopped suddenly to avoid running into Yoongi. A wide smile broke onto Yoongi’s handsome face. “Wanna pull a Clark Kent with me?”

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“Remember,” Yoongi - no, Agust D - strutted around the stage, microphone held close to his mouth. Love myself, love yourself, because life’s what you make it. Peace!”

With that, Agust D ran off the stage to the instrumental tune of So Far Away. Blood still singing with the sound of the crowd and a rush of adrenaline from the show, Yoongi ran to his dressing room, eager to go home and recover from the intense concert.

He opened the door to the private room, and was very quickly bombarded with shouts from Taehyung.

“Holy shit, Yoongi. Oh my god, that was so good - oh my god.” Taehyung rambled excitedly, hands flying everywhere and mouth moving a mile a minute. “When did you learn how to do that? I’ve never seen you speak - rap, so quickly. You can’t even give a presentation in class without fucking up your words.”

Yoongi scoffed at Taehyung backhanded compliment, choosing not to push the subject.

“And can I take this stuff off now? This wig is itchy.” Taehyung pulls at the fire engine red wig that had been secured onto his head. Yoongi told Taehyung that in order for him to go backstage and be a part of his ‘entourage’, as Taehyung had called it, he had to wear a disguise just like Yoongi. Yoongi suggested the wig, and also threw in some dark green contacts. He was adamant that Taehyung dress the part to avoid discovery.

Well, at least that’s what he told Taehyung. He honestly just wanted him to look funny for the concert, but of course, Taehyung actually looked good with them on. He’d also have to make a mental note to never let him wear this specific GUCCI suit again, he didn’t know what he’d do if Taehyung decided GUCCI was his thing.

Yoongi sometimes swore that boy could wear a trashbag and still look like a god.

“Go for it,” Yoongi said, breaking out of his thoughts when Taehyung asked again. “But leave in the contacts.”

Yoongi busied himself with gathering his things to leave as Taehyung busied himself with taking off the bothersome wig.

“You ready to go, guys?” Namjoon asked, walking into the dressing room with loud steps.

Both of the boys nodded, heading out the door, but Namjoon laid a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, causing both boys to pause.

“Taehyung…” He began, shifting his weight from side to side, as if he was nervous. “I need to make sure you to understand something before we leave. Yoongi has worked so hard to get where he is today. He’s spent so much time and effort to become Agust D. You cannot tell a single soul about this, Taehyung. It could all come crashing down.”

A heavy weight falls over the room at Namjoon’s words. Yoongi spares a glance at his friend, who has visibly paled at his father’s words.

“I would never, Mr. Kim.” Taehyung said adamantly, shaking his head. “Yeah, I like Agust D and all, and it would be cool to say I knew him, but Yoongi means too much to mean to mess this up. I know he’s trusting me with this, and I won’t let him down. I promise.”

Taehyung answer seemed to appease Namjoon, but as much as Yoongi wanted it to do the same for him, he couldn’t help the unease that he still felt.

He trusted Taehyung, that was certain, but Taehyung didn’t always think before he spoke. He meant well enough; but though he may have been born with the perfect body, he wasn’t born with a perfect filter.

With a sense of anxiety filling his mind, Yoongi followed Taehyung and Namjoon out of the dressing room, and back into his life as Min Yoongi.

“By the way, right now I’m not Taehyung. I’m Agust D’s much more handsome sidekick: V!”

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