#his gaze in dat song hit me and knocked me out

[ditttiii]

Anyone looking to climb Namjoon, is gonna need a ladder.

#kim namjoon #knj #the man’s a fucking banyan tree #what even are those pRoPoRtIoNs #he literally TOWERS #and those shoulders? #damnnn #a late but needed reaction ro kim namjoons persona outfit #his gaze in dat song hit me and knocked me out

[karnivalkrew]

Event: Bon Bon Voyage

The party was going great, in Beppi’s opinion. Sure, there were lots of people he didn’t really know, and he reluctantly had turned down any booze that was offered, for Bonnie’s sake, but he was rather enjoying himself. Being with his friends made him feel like he wasn’t being forced to stay in a character. 

Of course, the balloon always stayed somewhat close to Bonnie, wanting to make sure she didn’t feel unwelcomed or out of place, but he also did his best to make sure she didn’t feel like he was constantly breathing down her neck.

Yet as time went by, Beppi couldn’t help but notice Bonnie began to enjoy herself less and less. She looked uncomfortable. Like the novelty of the bash was starting to wear off. Bon Bon was feeling as if she’d been spending too much time away from her royal duties. Holiday or not, she was still Baroness, and she had important matters to take care of. The break was certainly nice, but she hadn’t expected this to last so long. Things weren’t getting done with her here, and she was growing anxious about it. Not to mention how her feet were hurting her now...But Beppi seemed so excited to have her here. 

Beppi caught her gaze and waltzed up to her with a smile.  “You worn out?” Bonnie cracked a small smile of her own, shaking her head slightly as she chuckled. “Is it that obvious?” Beppi placed a firm hand on her shoulder. “C’mon. I’ll walk ya home.” “Oh, no, it’s fine, I can just call a carriage.” She assured. “Nonsense!” Beppi waved. “It ain’t that far, just a short walking dead!”  “Ughh. Really?” The groan earned a giggle out of Beppi. Although, Bonnie could tell by the look on Beppi’s face that the offer was genuine. Beppi knew that he and Bonnie never got the chance to talk just between the two of them, so he figured now would be as good a time as any to do so. Besides, everyone was here anyway, so what’s the worse that could happen?

Bonnie nodded and accepted his offer. “Alright. If you’re certain.” “Great! I’ll let Djimmi know.” Bepp turned around, only to find the ex-genie dressed as a mummy, singing karaoke to Mysterious Mose on the stage. Beppi really didn’t want to wait for the end of the song just to tell Djimmi where he was going, and that he’d be back. He made a few hand gestures, but Beppi had the feeling Djimmi didn’t see him. Rats. 

A light bulb appeared above Beppi’s head as he got an idea.  “Oh!” He snapped his fingers, and a balloon appeared between his middle and pointer fingers. He inflated the balloon, and said something into the end before he tied it shut, pulled out an ink pen from behind his back, and wrote Djimmi’s name on it. Then he tossed it up into the air, and spiked the balloon towards Djimmi. He’d surely get that later when he was done.

Beppi stepped out the door with Bon Bon, his face relaxing just a bit, but a genuine smile still present.  “You ready?” “You do know the way back, yes?” “‘Course I do! We ain’t to far from Isle Two. It’s this way,” Beppi motioned, “C’mon!” Bon Bon wobbled on her heels slightly as she followed Beppi off the porch steps, and into the streets. “Slow down, you simpleton! I can’t keep up in these shoes!” “Oh right, heels.” Beppi remembered, stopping to wait for his friend. Surprisingly, Beppi knew Bonnie had never worn heels before, so he was going to go slow out of respect. He’d never worn heels, and considering how painful he’s heard they are, he had no plans of wearing them either. “Did you have fun though?” “Yes! It was quite enjoyable, but I’ve many things to take care of tomorrow...” “That’s understandable.” Beppi shrugged. “I’m just lucky that I have the day off tomorrow.” Beppi glanced over to Bonnie as she walked next to him. 

The two continued to converse as they made their way back to the second isle. For once, Beppi seemed rather relaxed to Bonnie. He wasn’t making a stupid pun or a silly joke every other sentence, that was for certain.  “This is nice, Beppi. I’m glad you suggested this.” 

Beppi however, wrapped an arm around the Baroness and gently pulled her closer to him. “Look slightly down, and be quiet.” Bonnie could hear a serious tone in his voice that sounded completely foreign  for him. If something was going to make Beppi, of all people, get serious, then she wasn’t going to question it, so she did as instructed.

Beppi tried to avoid eye contact with the trio of wolves that were walking past them. He didn’t recognize them, no, but with suits like that, they were either flatfoots or gang members. And as far as Beppi knew, any gumshoe would be wearing a trench coat in this weather. Either way, the last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to him and Bonnie. Just act natural. He told himself.

Unfortunately, Beppi didn’t know them, and because of his curse, he had to fight to keep himself from smiling. The more anxious Beppi got, the more he could feel the corners of his mouth twitch and try to force their way to a smile, but the more his mouth tried to smile, the more anxious he got. He was starting to get scared, too, which only caused giggles to begin to bubble up inside him. Dang it, the stupid contract was burned over a year ago, why can’t the effects go away too?!

Luckily, the two passed the three wolves on the street. The feelings washed away, and Beppi heaved a silent sigh of relief. 

“Boss, did ya see dat lady with dat ugly joker?” “Yee. She sure looks miiiighty rich.” The middle wolf mused, a smirk holding the cigar between his teeth. “We gonna do somethin’ Boss?!” Another wolf beside him asked. “Of course.” The boss’s smirk grew even wider. “We wouldn’t be The Wolf Gang if we didn’t try and get some dough outta the valuables.” The trio turned around to face the duo behind them that was walking away.  “Eddie? Teddy? Give ‘em th’ Bums Rush. Just make sure the little lady gets finds her pretty little self in my possession.” “You got it, Boss!” The two other wolves lowered themselves, and suddenly rushed towards the two unsuspecting carnies.

Beppi was suddenly knocked forward when a wolf tackled him from behind. “Beppi!!” Bon Bon screamed, just before she felt a pair of furry, clawed hands forcefully grab her by the waste. “Ah!” “Good goin’ Eddie!” “Get off!! Unhand me you foul brute!!” She spat, trying to pry herself out of his grip. “Not so fast, toots.” Eddie growled, licking his lips. “Boss thinks you’re worth a pretty penny!” The wolf cackled. Bonnie looked around, trying to find a way out before her eyes locked onto her heels, then onto the wolf’s exposed paws.  “I said let! Go!” The Baroness stomped the heel of her foot onto the other’s paw, breaking the chocolate heel instantly. Eddie howled in pain as he let go of Bonnie, and held his foot in pain as he hopped on the ground. “And you!!” Bonnie quickly pulled out her trusty peppermint double-barreled shotgun from behind her back, and twirled it around in her hands. “Get off him!!” She screamed in a low voice as she whacked Teddy off of Beppi with the butt of her weapon. “Beppi, get up!! Are you hurt?!” She asked, pulling her friend off the ground by the hand.

Bonnie was rather off put by Beppi. He was holding his side as if he were hurt, but he was smiling.  “Beppi?!” Had he hit his head?! It didn’t seem like he had when Bonnie watched him fall.  “Let’s make like a banana, and split!” Beppi suddenly grabbed Bon Bon’s wrist, and began to run, but thanks to the broken shoe, Bonnie tripped, and would have fallen onto the wet ground if Beppi hadn’t have caught her. “Augh! My ankle!!” Beppi placed a hand on Bonnie’s back as he tried to help her stand, his whole body shaking as he started giggling. “Well, I guess it’s pain to see we can’t run!! Ahahahahaha!!”  “Why are you making jokes at a time like this?!” 

“Wadda we do now, Boss?!” Teddy asked. “Let’s give ‘em the ol’ Bada Bing Bada Boom!” The wolves each pulled out a bomb with a lit fuse, which could just barely be heard burning over Beppi’s laughter. Bon Bon knew there was no way to flee now. Not after twisting her ankle like she just did, so she raised her shotgun and took aim. 

One by one, The Wolf Gang threw their bombs at the duo, and Bon Bon managed to shoot swirling cotton candy puffs out that hit the first and second incoming explosives, but as the third one came in too close, Bonnie had to swing her shotgun around like a baseball bat to knock it away.  “Beppi, stop laughing and do something!!”  “A-aw, come on, Bonnie!! No need to be all gloom and boom all of a sudden!!” “Beppi, now is not the time!!”  "Nice heater there, sweet cheeks!” The boss grinned. “Let’s see how ya like mine.” The boss pulled a machine gun out from his back, and began firing rapidly, but the gun was too big for him, so the wolf ended up shooting in every direction. “Shoot!!” Bon Bon backed away, glancing around to try and find some sort of source of cover. “Bang reload!! Ahahahahaha!!” Beppi might have been laughing uncontrollably, but he still did his best to try and pull Bonnie back and out of danger. If only he didn’t have the strength of a party balloon. He’d be able to at least try and carry her to safety. 

What the duo hadn’t seen was Eddie sneaking around behind the pair while they were distracted, up until something struck Beppi in the side of the head, launching the balloon away from the Baroness. “Beppi!!” 

Beppi groaned as he struggled to get back up, before he started laughing even harder. He had to think of something!! Charlie was back in the carnival, so was Jerry, literally, anything he could use to fight was at the carnival! All he could do was signal his Balloon Dog Brigade, but he was laughing too hard to whistle! 

The boss stopped firing his gun and smirked, pulling out his pistol while the lady was distracted. Bonnie was about to fire at Eddie at point blank, but she saw the other pull out the gun in the corner of her eye, and quickly tried to shift her aim, but she was too late. The boss shot his pistol just as she fired, the letters B-A-N-G-! flew out of the pistol’s barrel, and into her shotgun, clogging it up and causing the peppermint to curl up around the sides with an explosion, completely destroying the weapon. “My shotgun!!” The Baroness exclaimed as she dropped her gun. 

“Take care a dat clown, Eddie!” The boss ordered.  “Makes sure he’s stays a witness!” “Right!” Eddie nodded, pulling out a nice, heavy anvil, and dropped it onto Beppi’s back, trapping him onto the ground. 

Beppi laughed even harder now. He struggled and squirmed, and fruitlessly tried to push himself up, but to no avail.  “Now then!” The boss marched right up next to the Baroness, and yanked her by the arms. “Yer comin’ with us!!” Bonnie screamed as she squirmed and pushed and tried to get away.  “Let go! Let go of me!!”

Beppi raised his head at that. His sides hurt like the dickens, but he just couldn’t stop laughing. Tears began falling from his eyes as he was forced to watch one of his best friends be dragged away by these bums.  “H-hehahahelp!! Ahahahahahahahahwahwhahelp!! Heeheeheehehehelp!! Somebody, hahahahahahahaha!! Helpaahahahahahaha!!”

“Eddie! Shut him up!” “Yes, Boss!” Eddie lifted a baseball bat up high in the air, before swinging it down onto Beppi’s head. Beppi felt the bat smack the back of his head, causing his face to slam into the pavement, then bounce back up into the bat again.

Beppi was just barely conscious after that. A few weak, airy chuckles escaped him as he watched the three wolves drag Bonnie away in a hazy vision.  “Hahahaha...Bonnie....” As Beppi watched the group get further and further away, laughs slowly turned into sobs, until his smile at last fell. “...Bon...nnh...” Beppi blacked out after that.

Event Start.

#Event: Bon Bon Voyage #Beppi the Clown #Baroness Von Bon Bon #Bada Bing It's the Thing {The Wolf Gang} #Drabble

[hamleftme]

Gatekeeper

Comments: This fic got really hard to write at some points but I think that a story of hope needs to be spread. Before you read this you should go watch this to get how I got the idea for this fic and really where most of this fic ends up. The song that you sing is this.

Pairing:LafayettexReader

Warnings: rape noncon and cursing.

Song inspiration?: Gatekeeper-Jessie Reyez

Words :2163

You had just finished you're shift at the bar when a friend of a friend invited you out.

“Y/N sweetie how are you?” Maria asked you as you pulled you're jacket on.

“I’m fine everything's going great” You said smiling

“Look I know this guy real big in music and he’s throwing a party tonight I think you should come” She said as she linked you're arm.

“I dunno I’m not really big on parties.” You said sighing “and plus I have nothing to wear I’m not going to a party looking like this.”

“I have a dress in the car come on please” She said pulling you in the direction of where her car was parked. “And think of the music this guy Ozzy is real big in music come on” she said practically pushing you into the car. You changed halfway to Ozzy’s party into the tight fitting grey dress. As she pulled up to the party you noticed how low key this party was besides Maria’s car there were only two more. As you ran up the stairs you were met by Ozzy.

“Sweetheart this is Y/N she’s an artist she’s my plus one” Maria said planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Y/N come on in” Ozzy said as he wrapped his arm around you're waist.

“Ozzy you're big in music but please watch you're arm.” You said brushing his arm off of you're waist.

“Ok shordy I respect dat’ but please Maria says you're an artist lemme hear sum” He said smirking.

“I dunno I’m not really- I can’t really think of anything” You said blushing.

“Do figures love” Maria said as she hung off some guy.

“Yea love do figures” Ozzy said smirking.

You sighed “Figures I gave you ride or die and you gave me games Love figures I know I'm crying 'cause you just won't change. Love figures. I gave it all and you gave me shit. Love figures. I wish I could do exactly what you did” You sang as you finished you heard one set of claps.

Clap

Clap

Clap

“Let’s go Y/N were skipping this spot” Ozzy said wrapping his arm around you're waist and this time you didn’t push him off as he walked you back to the car you asked him a question.

“Are you taking me to the studio?” You asked smiling as you got into the car.

“I’m taking you to my house” he said his hand sliding up you skirt. You tired to move it but his hand was stuck to you're thigh.

“Come on Ozzy let go” you said pulling his hand off which he finally let go.

“Don’t you fuckin get it! Do you know that 30 million people want a shot at what you're getting right now, think of me as a gatekeeper ad think of me getting you as me giving you the key. So just cool it and let me” Ozzy said putting his hand back on your thigh.

“Ozzy ple-”

“The keys shorty don’t forget ” He said.

One year later. You and Ozzy had become a big ticket item and as he promised he got you fame but not without consequence for you at home. You two had moved in together and got engaged.

8:00 pm after a performance:

“Y/N baby we looked so good out there and that performance it was great” Ozzy said smiling as you got out of the car, flooded by paparazzi as you entered your shared house. Moments like this you liked when Ozzy wasn’t being a mean an abusive fiance that you cherished the most and that convinced you to stay with him. As you closed the door behind you and closed all of the blinds so the paparazzi couldn’t get a view into you're personal life. You heard Ozzy plop down onto the couch.

“Y/N get you're successful ass over here I want to chill with my soon to be wife” Ozzy said

“Who says I’m going to be you're wife?” You asked taking a seat next to him. He put his arm around you neck and kissed you're cheek.

“Now to finish the night off” He smirked as he grabbed the bottle of vodka off a table next to you and started chugging it. You knew tonight wouldn’t be good, when Ozzy started drinking he couldn’t be controlled he was drinking the night you met him, soon after he first proposed and now today.

“Oz please cut it with the drinks. You can’t really hold alcohol that well” You said trying to grab the bottle from him. That when you felt it the first punch right to you're cheek which knocked you over then another one to you're eye then another to you're mouth after about 5 more punches you  couldn’t feel anything you were still conscious but you couldn’t feel anything. He finally got off of you and walked back over to the couch. You laid there sobbing for about 5 minutes before Ozzy yelled

“Cut you're whining slut I’m trying to watch the game” He took another sip of vodka that’s when you knew you had to get out of there you knew it would get much worse from there. As you pulled yourself together you grabbed you're phone from right next to you t must of fallen out of you're hand when he- you couldn’t bring yourself to even think of it. As you stumbled down the stairs and opened you're door you thought of who to call when suddenly you saw a flash and look over. One of the paparazzi always staked out you're house hoping to get a glimpse of you or Ozzy. But as soon as he saw you he put his camera down and rushed over to you.

“Mademoiselle what has happened?” He asked walking over to you.

“Don’t post that photo” You said just before you fainted back into his arms.

Five days later. Ozzy’s hit had given you a brain bleed after the doctors went in and did surgery on it you fell into a coma for a little under a week.

“Ozzy?” You're voice sounded weak fralish. You heard someone yell for a doctor and before you knew it a swarm of doctors came in asking you to squeeze their hand or breathe into something, it was a little over 30 minutes before they let you have some peace.

“Ozzy? Where is my fiance?” You asked as you were sat up by a nurse.

“Look I don’t know anything about you but you're music so I’m not the person to ask try asking the man pacing the room” The nurse said as she walked out leaving you and the stranger in the room alone.

“Who are you?” You asked

“My name is Gilbert” The voice said “But I am known to friends as Lafayette” He said stepping into the light his hair was up in a bun and he was wearing a turtleneck jeans and a little pin of the american flag on his shirt.

“Where is Ozzy I need him?” You asked

“Why do you need Ozzy?” Lafayette asked as he stepped closer to you.

“He’s my almost husband and I love him” You said touching you're cheek the exact spot where he kissed you and then punched you.

“You still love the man that did this to you?” He asked handing you a mirror. You're eyes were puffy you're lips were busted and you're cheeks looked swollen.

“Where is Ozzy?” You asked pushing the mirror down.

“How can you be with a man who has done such vile things to you?”

“He holds my career in his hands. Can’t you see it? Without him I’d be nothing I owe it to him to stay!”

“With you're fame being so high another record company would surely take you”

“If I even try it Ozzy would erase me he owns basically all of the company’s in this business”

“We could find someone please just don’t go back to him” Lafayette pleaded.

You felt a single tear run down you're cheek “I- can you please just get Ozzy for me” You said

sighing.

“Fine” Lafayette said as he grabbed his stuff including his camera, right before he left he snapped a photo of you you're head leaned back on the bed the bandage covering you're incision and you're face in all it’s beat up glory.

“Baby girl” Ozzy said as he ran in through the door.

“Oz” you forced a smile on you're face.

“I’m so sorry I don’t know what got into me I just hate when you touch my liquor” He said touching you're face

“I know Oz it’s my fault I shouldn’t of touched it” you said looking away from him gazing out the window.

“Oh thank god. Now I’ve arranged to get you sent home today but only so that the paparazzi don’t see you looking like this” He said.

“Oz do I still have to perform tomorrow with you?” You asked somberly.

“What did I tell you? You have the keys to the gate now there is no closing it once it opens. Now come on where getting you sent through the back entrance” He said helping you into a wheelchair.

“Ozzy have you been with other women since I’ve been gone?” You asked as he pushed you onto the elevator.

“The gates have to open somehow right?” He responded simply. That night went like most did Ozzy through some party and since you're condition/ face hadn’t improved he locked you in the guest bedroom. But even from there you could hear the women come in and out of his room.

The night of the performance:

“Does she look normal?” Ozzy asked you're makeup artist as he walked into you're dressing room.

“She looks fine,basic,bland” She said

“So she looks normal?”

“Pretty much” The makeup artist said as she left.

“So we're changing our routine up a bit” Ozzy said sitting in a chair next to you.

“In the end instead of walking off the stage where gonna give them a nice long kiss alright?” He asked placing his hand on you're thigh. You flinched

“Are you sure?” You asked swallowing

“Yea shorty we needa show them that if anything were together.” He said

“One minute till show!” Someone yelled into you're room. As you got out of you're chair you hoped and prayed that everything would go fine and that t would work out. From the wings you heard the music play and someone shoved you onto stage, you found you're spot and then started singing.

“Twenty million dollars in a car.Girl, tie your hair up if you wanna be a star.Thirty million people want a shot. How much would it take for you to spread those legs apart?” You sang as the crowd erupted into cheering. And then Ozzy came on with his rap verse.

“Oh I'm the gatekeeper. Spread your legs.Open up.You could be famous.If you come up anywhere else, I'll erase you. Drink up, bitch, we got champagne by the cases Don't you know? Don't you know?We are the gatekeepers. Spread your legs. Open up. You could be famous.You know we're holding the dreams that you're chasing You know you're supposed to get drunk and get naked.” You sang you're part again and Ozzy rapped and soon enough the song was over and it was time for the dreaded kiss. You wanted to avoid it so naturally you walked over and took you're ending pose next to each other but instead of staying and doing the kiss you walked away. Or at least you tried to but he grabbed you're hand and pulled you back to him putting his hand on you're chin and lifting so he had a better angle to basically shove his tongue down you're throat on live tv. As the lights faded out you two walked off of stage and back to you're dressing room he was quiet which scared you because he tasted like alcohol when he kissed you. As you walked in he closed the door behind himself.

“So you think that was funny don’t you?” He asked taking his belt off.

“I don’t think anything is funny” You said backing yourself up against a wall. He came at you he wrapped his hand around you're throat and started choking you, he probably could've killed you if his phone and you're phone didn’t start blowing up. With his free hand he grabbed his phone and looked at the messages. He let you go and you collapsed onto the ground gasping for air.

“They have pictures” Ozzy said.

“Pictures of what?” You asked between gasps

“You're face. Somehow they know what I did”

#hamilton #hamilton imagine #lafayette x reader #daveed diggs #aaron burr #hamilton fanfic

[bubbleteascenarios]

Crazy Contradictions (Suga)

Inspired by: Love Again (Girl’s Day)

I don’t have the confidence to love again...

Two years would usually be enough for someone to forget and move on, but he was different. He left a wound that scarred your heart. You used this to your advantage, pursuing the dreams you couldn’t when you were by his side. You were revered as a genius lyricist. Your heart-wrenching and emotional lyrics surprised everyone, as no one could see past your stoic facade.

Short relationships left and right all ended the same way, the opposing party advising you to open up. Sometimes your heart would waver, but you swore you’d never be vulnerable again. You’d never love again.

--

You push the heavy recording studio door open and waltz in with a smile on your face, particularly proud of the new lyrics you wrote last night. You had received an e-mail from Suga asking if you’d be interested in writing for the new track he came up with. You worked with him before and immediately accepted, knowing you wouldn’t regret it.

“You’re here early.” Suga says, only glancing up from his phone for a second. You immediately wipe the smile of your face. You clear your throat as you sit down. He smiles to himself, setting his phone aside. “Were you that excited to work with me again?”

“Yes, you produce some amazing work. That’s all.” You start explaining what you wrote and who you thought would suit each part best, but Suga slowly starts to zone out as he watched you.

You were a real mystery to everyone you spoke to. They couldn’t really figure you out since you always acted coolly at work, but he had caught you in your act several times. Once you were on the phone with your mom fawning over pictures of your baby cousin and how you couldn’t wait to have kids of your own; you always told people that kids would hinder your work. Another time you accidentally mentioned your first boyfriend and your voice became shaky; you covered it up saying your throat was dry from singing the demo tracks earlier. The moment that confirmed his suspicions of you being a real softy was when he caught you reading hate comments about you being close to the artists you wrote for. Your eyes were wet and you kept sniffling; you told everyone who asked that it was just allergies, but he followed you to the bathroom and heard you crying. When you saw him outside you claimed that your dog died, even though you had told him before that you were unbearably allergic to dogs.

He thought it was cute. Everything you did was a contradiction to what you said. He wanted to know why you were hiding yourself, but he never got a chance to ask. You were purely business when it came to work and personal questions were shut down immediately. He made multiple efforts though, he created so many tracks so that he could keep working with you. You appreciated his efforts and you’d be lying if you weren’t happy. Your heart constantly wavered with him, but were as stubborn as you were sensitive. You refused to get hurt again. Despite this, you grew quite close. There was always an invisible divide that kept you a safe distance away from crossing a sensitive line.

“So what do you think?” You ask expectantly.

He looks you in the eye, “it’s great, as always.”  You clear your throat again and stand up abruptly.

“G-good. Let’s record the demo.” You enter the recording booth, giving Suga a thumbs up when you were ready. The song starts and you sing your lyrics passionately. Suga was smitten, his gaze dripping with admiration. You exit the booth and reclaim your seat beside Suga cautiously.

“Why aren’t you an idol? You’d be a big hit. No one could capture the same emotion as the writer. After all, it’s not their story in those lyrics.”

“They’re not my stories either,” you lie. “Besides, I’m not a happy-go-lucky moodmaker. I’d be a terrible idol.”

“Hm... I don’t know about that.” 

“What do you mean?” He didn’t see through you, right? No one else saw past your lies and excuses.

“Am I being permitted to engage in a personal conversation? This is a rare occasion,” Suga snorts sarcastically (dat alliteration tho).

“Suga--”

“You can call me Yoongi. Suga is awkward between friends.”

“We’re not friends.”

“Oh? I guess I have a chance at being your boyfriend then?” You’re taken back at his bold statement, but you answer on impulse.

"Maybe.” You instantly regretted it, you were giving him an opening and you immediately felt vulnerable.

“Let’s get dinner then. I’ve got to get to my schedules. I’ll pick you up at your place. Text me your address.”

“Ah, I--”

“Great, it’s a date! Get my number from the employee directory. I have to go. See you tonight.” He knew you were about to decline, but wasn’t going to let you. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek and scurried away. Your cheeks turned a bright red and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Hand over your chest you sighed, “what have I gotten myself into?”  

--

You dressed up, more so than usual. Work usually consisted of pajama-esque attire, something comfortable that you could lounge around in while thinking up lyrics at the companies you worked for.

You hear a knock at your door and scrambled to open it. You adjust your skirt and take a deep breath before opening the door.

“You look beautiful. Not that you don’t usually, but... Wow.” You blush, covering your face with your bangs.

“T-thanks." He holds his hand out for yours and you shyly accept.

--

You watched a movie and were now at a restaurant, enjoying dessert. All your conversations until now were light and comfortable. You let your guard down as he didn’t ask you anything too personal.

“This is the first time you let me get this close.” You spoke too soon.

“That’s not true... We work together a lot.”

“That’s work though.”

“I just don’t like getting close to people.”

“Why?” You bite your lip. The chances of him breaking your heart were exponentially higher considering all the beautiful idols he worked with daily. Your heart said yes and your brain said no.

“They leave when you get too comfortable.” Your heart won.

“Who did that to you?”

“W-what? No one! I’ve never had anyone close to me, how could it happen?” You laugh nervously, thanking the waiter when he brings the check.

“You’re a terrible liar.” He takes the check before you can fight over it.

“Maybe because I’m not lying! I just don’t want to experience someone’s feelings go cold again. Okay?”

“Aha! You said again!”

“Am I not allowed to make mistakes?”

“You’re so cute when you’re panicking.” He rests his chin on his palm as he props his arm up on the table. “It’s funny to watch your facade crumble.”

“That’s rude. Like it or not, this is who I am.”

“Oh no, I like it a lot. I’d like the real you a lot more though.” You blush and turn away, he was getting to you.

“T-then...” Don’t do it. “Can I try...” Don’t do it! “Being myself around you?” You peek through your hair, which was covering your face, at him and see him with a big grin spread across his face.

“That’s more like it.” He gets up from his seat and pulls you from yours, leaving the restaurant. “I’m not sure what the guy before me did to hurt you, but I promise I’ll never do the same.”

You muster up the courage to kiss Yoongi on the cheek,“I-I’m going to hold you to that!” He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze then kisses your temple. You’d probably get hurt in the end, but maybe, just maybe, this time it’d be different.

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Ahhhh I’m still alive. I know I should be working on requests, but please cut me some slack... Like a few years worth of slack. I’m just in a BTS kinda mood. I’m not feeling the title anymore, so expect that to change. lmao Going to be writing some scenarios for Highlight too!

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