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excelsi-or · 3 years

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just a little sweeter (pt. 10)

HELLLLOOOOOOOO~~ are you guys still there? LOL, it’s been like a month and a half since I last posted on here. The end of the semester just really got intense with projects, presentations, and finals. But I’m here and back for at least two weeks. I wanna see if I can bosh out the rest of this series before I move onto another one.

I hope you’re all well. If you wanna update me on what’s new with you all, I’d love to know. I applied to grad school. I have one more semester left before graduation. Vaccinations have started in my area of the world. I started playing Hollow Knight (if anyone wants to talk about THIS GAME, please do. I love it.) Think that’s kinda it.

BIPOC reeeeeccccc: N. K. Jemisin’s The City We Became is EXCELLENT. Diversity, racism, feminism, LGBTQ representation. I love it so much. One of my favourite books of the year, hands down. Nicole Crowder on IG does like upholstery and interior DIYs and content. I’ve been wanting to upholster these two chairs in my home and she put up a whole 2 min tutorial on how to do it.

w.c. 3k (lol, it got really long oops! fluff and mature content, not quite smut, but it was definitely getting there. The first draft of this part was basically just smut, so I chopped and fixed it LOL. hope you guys still like it.)

pt.1; pt.2; pt.3; pt.4; pt.5; pt.6; pt.7; pt.8; pt. 9

“What do you mean you haven’t had sex with him yet?”

She rolls her eyes and sets a bowl in front of her previous roommate. Soobin had moved out months ago, shortly after she’d met Jihoon.

“It’s going really slow.” She slips into the seat across the table. “We haven’t really said I love you yet either.”

“What do you mean ‘haven’t really said’? What? Just ‘cause Woozi’s an idol he doesn’t know how to treat you right?”

She motions for Soobin to tuck into the food. “Jihoon is treating me wonderfully, thank you very much.” She pauses, her chopsticks hovering in the air. “It’s just… slow.”

“He has a whole child!” Soobin chews her noodles as she continues. “You’ve already passed the point of going slow.”

“It’s not as if Eunha is my child.”

“The kid spends more time here than any of our friends or your family.”

“Jihoon’s been busy.” She shrugs. “It’s easier for him to leave Eunha here than take her with him. Plus, you know the Terror likes her.”

Soobin chuckles. “That little horror of a brother of yours likes everyone.”

She smirks. “Okay, fair.” Then she waves her chopsticks between them. “But Eunha’s probably the reason why he’s going slow. We need to see if we’re compatible.” She meets Soobin’s gaze. “The man has a child.”

“It’s been months!” Soobin quickly cuts in before any interruptions. “Seven months to be exact. You would think that the next step at analyzing compatibility is whether you guys vibe in bed.”

She hums. She doesn’t want to admit out loud that yeah, she’s been having fantasies about Jihoon. However, she hasn’t gotten any clear signals from Jihoon that he wants to pursue anything further than making out on her couch after a date. And before she can broach the topic, he’s off to go get Eunha. If Jihoon never wanted to have sex with her, she wonders if that would be a deal breaker. But she really has no idea.

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“Sex? No.”

“So, what do you guys talk about?”

She throws her head back with a laugh. “You say that as if the only thing you and Jae talk about is sex.”

“Well, it came up a lot when we first started dating.”

“That’s because you guys started off having sex.” She sighs, turning her noodles with the tips of her chopsticks. “This relationship is really different. I don’t know how to gauge it.”

“Do you love him?”

“I haven’t told him.”

“But you do.”

“Yeah.”

“And does Eunha put you off wanting to be with him?”

She rests her cheek in her palm. “I honestly thought she would, but she only makes me love him more.”

“Then talking about sex, even if you’re not having it, is the next step.” Soobin gauges her friend’s reaction. “Even if Jihoon is the type not to want it. You should at least know that. He’s obviously done it at one point.”

There’s a pause before they both say, “The child.”

She nods. “You’re right though. We should talk about it.”

Seungcheol knocks on the studio door. “Hey. You needed me?”

Jihoon turns in his chair and nods. “Yeah. I need a second set of ears on this song. Bumzu hyung and Soonyoung are busy.”

Seungcheol nods and falls into the seat next to Jihoon. He notices the book on the desk. It’s been sitting there for a while. “You finish it?”

Jihoon glances at the book. “Oh.” Then, he resumes clicking through the excessive number of files open on his screen. “Yeah.”

And you haven’t returned it?”

“She reads it when she comes over.” Jihoon hands over the headphones and finally catches Seungcheol’s expression. “What? Is there some big meaning behind that too?”

Ever since he started dating, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and basically everyone in the building has found various meanings in his songs and life that allude to how ‘in love’ he is. He’s not about to tell everyone he’s in love—she doesn’t even know that yet—but not everything going on is about his relationship.

Seungcheol shrugs as he adjusts the headphones on his ears. “You seem to think there isn’t.”

“God.” Jihoon sighs and turns in his chair. He drops his cheek into his palm. “Enlighten me.”

“She’s a big reader and doesn’t like to leave books unfinished. If she’s letting you hold onto it for her, for when she comes over here, that says something.”

“So does leaving my daughter in her care, but we all have something we need taken care of.” He turns back to the screen. “Now, listen to this hook for me.”

Seungcheol settles back into the seat. He bops his head along to the melody until the lyrics play clear in his ears. Wide eyed, he turns to Jihoon and pushes one headphone off his ear. “We’re not putting this on the album, are we?”

Jihoon looks over at him with an eyebrow lifted. “Why not?”

“This is such a… a bedroom… sex song.” Seungcheol shakes his head. “We can’t put this on there.”

Jihoon frowns. “What?” He looks at the file name and feels his cheeks heat up. “Whoa. Not that one.” He quickly closes the file and makes sure that it’s closed. But his checking gives Seungcheol time to see a folder with her name. There’s one for Eunha that none of the boys want to ask about, but his girlfriend? She’s fair game.

“You have a folder of songs for her?” He acts horrified. “And that was one of them?”

Jihoon tries to think of any way out of this conversation and realizes that due to his carelessness, he can’t. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

“How many songs are in there? Do they all sound like that?”

“I refuse to answer those questions knowing that everyone is going to know by tomorrow and it’s already embarrassing that you know about one of them.”

“Hey.” Seungcheol’s voice goes soft. He likes to tease, but he recognizes touchy subjects when he broaches them. “Sorry. I didn’t realize. You know you can talk to me, right?”

Jihoon side eyes him. “I don’t want to admit how I feel about her to you when she hasn’t even heard all the songs on there.”

“What’s the folder for?”

“Just… inspiration.” Jihoon leans back further in his chair. “The songs on the upcoming album have come out of there. At least the less… perverted ones did.”

“There are other songs like that.” Seungcheol tries not to sound too surprised.

Jihoon’s cheeks are so warm that he takes a sip of his iced coffee. “Lately… yeah.”

“Have you…” Seungcheol shakes his head. “No. How could you? You always come home for Eunha.”

At this, Jihoon looks at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well… just that if you guys were having sex, you wouldn’t come straight home to your daughter, would you? Not when all of us would know.” Seungcheol narrows his eyes. “Right?”

Jihoon doesn’t even know how to respond to that except with the truth. “Fine. No. We haven’t yet.”

“Because of her or because of you.”

“Things are going slow. I don’t know… how to broach the topic.”

“Why can’t showing up to her door with passionate kisses be enough?”

“And what? Leave Eunha with you guys overnight?”

“Yeah, why not?”

So, Jihoon does just that and it turns out so much better than he expected.

“Why does this shirt,” he mutters between kisses, “have so many buttons?”

She giggles against his lips and steadies his hands in hers. “You’re excited. Like a child. Calm down.”

Jihoon hums, obsessed with the taste of her lips and her hands around his. She guides him through the motion of unbuttoning her shirt. Once they’re undone, he pulls away slightly. She tips her head. Jihoon is gentle with her shirt, sliding it off her shoulders. Her eyes watch him the entire time, watch him admire her body as the fabric falls to the floor. His hands start from the sides of her thighs up her body, skimming over her underwear, and holding her under the arms, hands right by her breasts.

“You’re really gonna tease,” she chuckles. She closes the distance between them, kissing him and fumbling with his shirt. His shirt is easy, his sweatpants he practically steps out of. It’s once they’re both just standing in their underwear that she stops him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Jihoon kisses her shoulder and up her neck to the base of her jaw. “Why would I want to stop?”

“Eunha?” she hums. The child’s face is prominent in her mind, but becomes hazy every time Jihoon sucks a spot on her neck.

“She adores you. Which gives me permission to also adore you.”

She smirks, arms wrapping around Jihoon’s neck to force him back to her lips. “I’m glad I pass the test.”

Jihoon scoops her up and carries her to the couch. She gasps in surprise, which forces him away again. Spread along the couch are a lot of her art supplies. When she turns back to him, there’s a grin on her face.

“I wasn’t expecting you to jump me tonight. I was planning to paint, so…”

“Do you want to clean first?” he chuckles.

She shrugs.

Jihoon snorts and picks her shirt up off the floor and hands it to her. As much as he wants to sleep with her, it seems tonight may not be the night. He finds his sweatpants and pulls them on then helps her move her art stuff. He sits on the coffee table while she manoeuvres her piece from the floor to the desk.

“Do you want to paint?” he asks.

She shakes her head. “I want to spend time with you.” She moves some stuff to make space for her piece.

“Do you want to teach me to paint?”

She peers over her shoulder at him. “Really?”

“Well, I’m impossible to teach, but I don’t want to leave yet.” Jihoon glances at her bare torso, as she hasn’t bothered to button the top. “And I like the view.”

She rolls her eyes, an amused smile on her face. “Are idols allowed to say stuff like that?”

Jihoon looks around her home. “Unless you have a listening device and turn me in, I’m confident to say how I feel about you.”

A smile blooms on her face at hearing that. She pulls one of her watercolour pads off the desk and motions for him to join her on the floor. She flips past the first two pages, but Jihoon still catches glimpses of them.

He grabs her wrist to stop her. “Were those of Eunha and me?”

“Oh.” She tilts her head and flips back. “Yeah.” The first page is from the night he had come over to learn to cook. The second was their first date.

Jihoon looks to her expectantly and she can only shrug.

“I draw what I like.”

Jihoon doesn’t know why he finds that embarrassing, but his ears feel warm.

She tips her head back in a laugh. “Of everything that’s happened tonight, Jihoonie, I don’t think you need to be embarrassed to hear that I like you.” She returns to the one with Eunha on it and pulls the sheet. “I wanted to give it to you, but I thought maybe it would be creepy if you knew I was painting you and your daughter from memory.”

Jihoon stares at the paintings. He can see Eunha’s expression in them; how happy she had been with the meal and the dessert. If this is what he’d look like that night, he had been extremely relaxed. His finger traces over the skin, amazed at how seamless it appears.

When his eyes lift to meet hers, she seems surprised to see tears.

“What’s wrong?”

Jihoon shakes his head. “Nothing.”

She slides closer to him and her thumb brushes his tears away. “You’re crying.”

Jihoon sighs and his head tips back, as he tries to keep the tears in. “I… it’s just that…” Jihoon’s gaze rests on her again. “No one else has seen Eunha like this. The members do, but they helped me raise her. Which is why sometimes she’s an absolute menace.”

She smiles.

“But…” Jihoon studies the painting, at his baby so beautifully depicted. “I don’t know. This kind of reminds me that maybe I’m doing okay if she looks like this.”

“Jihoon, you’re doing great. She’s happy and she loves you.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m failing her all the time, and…” The tears appear again. “And I feel like I lost some of who I am, because I had her.”

She eases the sheet of paper out of his hands. Jihoon uncrosses his legs so she can move between them, draping her legs over his thighs. Her hands plant on the floor between them as she leans forward to press kisses to his face. His eyes close at the sensation. “Jihoon, she is all you. Your music is who you are. You live and breathe Seventeen. Just because you became a father doesn’t mean you lost any piece of the Jihoon that was there before she existed.”

Jihoon lifts a hand to the back of her neck to pull her closer. Painting is put on the back burner, as they get lost in the feeling of kissing each other. Jihoon’s legs curl behind her to prevent her from moving away. His free hand slips inside her shirt and finds home on her hip. His thumb moves back and forth across the skin there.

Meanwhile, her hands have pulled him as close she can get him, her fingers tangling in his hair. When she gives the hair at the base of his neck a small tug, he groans. This lets her slip her tongue into his mouth. He tastes like her coffee, unsurprisingly enough. And she has to admit, it tastes better on his tongue than in the cup.

She can feel his growing hard on through his sweatpants. When she pulls away to breathe, she asks, “So we’re not painting then?”

Jihoon hums something incoherent, because she latches her lips against his neck.

“Wait,” he breathes.

She slows her assault on his neck, but doesn’t stop.

“No hickies.”

“Simple enough,” she breathes against his skin.

Jihoon finds himself falling back onto the floor as her kisses trail all over his body. Her hands explore every muscle and memorize them. Jihoon enjoys the treatment, his eyes closing while he lets his other sense take over. She wiggles him out of his sweatpants again and then returns to his lips.

“Bed?” She adjusts her body over his, putting pressure against him, which makes it impossible for him to reply.

Jihoon looks up at her and his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. She sucks a spot on the soft skin near his jaw, but stops before it can leave a mark. He manages to roll them over.

“You’re making it really hard to think.”

She slides a leg between his, which seems just enough friction for him to grimace. “You’re thinking with something else.”

“Where’s your bed?”

Her eyes dart to her left. He helps her to standing and then lifts her. Her legs wrap around his waist. If there had been other objects in the way, he would have knocked into all of them, because she starts kissing him again. And it seems like his brain shuts off as soon as she does that. He presses her against her bedroom wall and when he ruts against her, her breath catches.

“So, you are needy.”

“Lee Jihoon, you are literally between my legs,” she manages between kisses. “Yes, I’m needy.”

Jihoon pulls away for a moment. “But you’ve seemed so calm and collected tonight.”

She rolls her eyes and gently kisses his cheeks before saying, “If I was ready to pounce on you when you walked in here, would you have wanted to fuck me?”

Jihoon jumps at the blatant term, but he pivots so that he can lay her on the bed. One of his hand sneaks between her legs, his other arm propping his body over hers, and drags his fingers over the fabric. When she squirms beneath his touch, he says, “Maybe not. But… I’ve wanted this a while.” He meets her gaze. “So I don’t think too much have scared me away tonight.”

Her head tilts back as he begins to rub his fingers in circles. He watches her carefully.

“Stop staring,” her breath hitches, “and kiss me.”

Jihoon smirks. “Make me.”

She snakes a hand behind his head to pull him down towards her. Her kisses stutter depending on the speed of his fingers. His kisses trail down to her neck and nibbles the soft skin on her collar bone. She presses her hands into his shoulders to try to keep her bearings. When he kisses back up her neck and sucks the soft spot of her jaw and she moans something beautiful, he knows that’s a sound he’s going to have in his mind long after this is over.

He slows his fingers down. “How close are you?”

Her breath is heavy; she can’t even answer him. Her rut up into his hand is good indication though.

Two of her orgasms and one of his later, he returns from the bathroom with a washcloth and gently cleans her off. Then he lies on top of her again, her hands go to massage his temples.

“So, you’re going to tell your daughter we… coloured when you came over today?” she teases.

Jihoon rests his cheek against her chest, listening to her heartbeat slowing down after the exertion. “I told her she was staying with the members because I was coming over here for a play date.”

She laughs. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

Jihoon can’t help but smile as he falls asleep.

#woozi #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #lee jihoon scenarios #Lee Jihoon #seventeen scenarios #Seventeen #seventeen imagines #Svt

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samanthadalton · 4 years

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Star crossed lovers (au) part 4

pairings: poppy x mc (bea)

warnings: throughout this fic there will be mentions of substance abuse, homophobia, sexual abuse, violence, NSFW, mentions of abandonment, depression and death including suicide

in this chapter specifically there are mentions of guns too

reader discretion is advised

taglist: @somewillwin @save-me-the-last-dance @baexpoppy @cloud9in @stanzoeywade @ognenniyvolk @thepotatobleh @crazzyplays @rxssians @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth

(i just wanted to thank you guys for your patience with this fic because i know im not the most consistent with my posting so thank you for reading, also i’ll fix any errors later on)

word count: 4.9k

part 1: part 2: part 3:

Never bring a knife to a gun fight

Rumours of Poppy’s outburst at volleyball practice began to spread like wildfire, students all around Belvoire gossiped about the intentions behind the strawberry blonde’s confrontation.

Some of the stories fabricated insinuated that Bea threatened Poppy to counter her friends’ behaviour, while others believed that Poppy was simply doing some charity work by helping Belvoire’s least fortunate. Not one of the rumours came close to the truth, that the girls were just simply in love.

Saturday rolls over quickly and Poppy’s in her bedroom with Veronica sprawled out on her bed, hugging a pillow to her chest, while Poppy lays on the other side of her. Chloe however, awkwardly sits on the edge of the bed, ostensibly feeling apprehensive about being in the same room as Poppy as she reels in from her last one on one confrontation with the strawberry blonde.

The two girls laying down, engage in idle chit chat until they’re pulled out of their conversation when the dumb blonde lets out a small cough capturing their attention.

“So.. are you sure you can’t ditch your dinner plans and come to the party?” She anxiously places some of her hair behind her ear, as she meets Poppy’s gaze but the blue-eyed girl holds the eye contact, determined to mitigate some of the awkwardness from the room since she’s barely spoken more than 10 words to the strawberry blonde since Thursday.

Poppy and Veronica share a look, the unspoken words covertly communicating their plan to go to the party in the south, but the two girls remain silent, avoiding the question. Chloe stares at the two girls, oblivious to what the shared look actually means, and when her question remains unanswered she opens her mouth to ask again until Poppy clears her throat slightly and sighs, “I told you Chlo, it’s a work dinner, we don’t have a choice, our parents are forcing us to be there.”

“Yeah but you could I dont know, speak to your dad? I’m sure he would understand”

‘I’m a Min Sinclair, I can’t pick and choose what dinners I can and can’t go to, it doesn’t work like that,” Poppy adds a bit of sterness to her tone hoping the dumb blonde would get the point and leave it alone but Chloe’s infuriating relentlessness compels her to keep cracking down on the strawberry blonde, inclined to make her change her mind. She drags her body from the edge of the bed to the middle, and perches herself on her knees as she faces the two girls, “the party won’t be as fun without you guys there”.

Poppy lips move to an imperceptible frown as her mind and heart begin to battle over whose party she should go to tonight. While she promised Bea she would go to the party tonight, Chloe was acting suspiciously clingy and things between the two girls were still fragile. Warily watching the strawberry blonde lost in speculation, Veronica intercepts before Poppy can come up with an answer, “have you met her dad Chloe? There’s no way Mr Min Sinclair will let us miss the dinner for a party, don’t be stupid”

Veronica’s cutthroat tone is enough for the dumb blonde to stop pushing and she purses her lips in retort. Veronica almost feels bad so she adds, “but I agree, the party is gonna be dead without the two of us there” she smiles and slightly nudges Poppy with her shoulder hoping to alleviate some of the awkwardness. However to her dismay, the atmosphere slips back to being awkward and the girls reside in the uncomfortable silence that follows until Poppy’s phone begins to chirp with messages. She apprehensively picks up her phone but can’t help the smile on her face when she sees Bea’s name pop up on her screen.

B 💖

Hey beautiful, can’t wait to see you at the party tonight

Zoey’s looking forward to seeing Veronica tonight but don’t tell her I told you that otherwise she’ll kill me

Also can’t wait to see what you’re gonna wear tonight 👀🥵

After reading the series of texts from Bea, Poppy’s practically grinning like a Cheshire cat as she types out her response, her attention shifts solely focusing on the brunette and she mentally reprimands herself for doubting which party she should go to, since the choice is undoubtedly clear.

Past memories of her going to parties with Bea surges through her mind and she revels in the memory of her first ever southside party. She recollects how nervous Bea was as the 15 year old girls made their way to the drinks table and Bea accidentally spilled her drink on Poppy’s top, after having a couple of beers beforehand, and Poppy teased what a lightweight she was. Bea’s face practically reddened with embarrassment as she offered her girlfriend to wear her hoodie to cover the drink stain, while she walked around the party in her tank top and caught a cold the next day. It was the small moments like that that made Poppy appreciative of Bea’s kindness and thoughtfulness and reminded the strawberry blonde exactly why she loves her. While reminiscing about the past, Poppy’s practically pulled from her thoughts when Chloe taps her leg, frowning.

‘Who are you uh talking to Poppy?”

Poppy visibly stiffens and turns off her phone, her mouth begins to feel dry as her brain goes into overdrive trying to come up with an authentic lie. “Just uhh going through my insta dms, the amount of creativity these creeps have is hilarious”

Chloe gawks at Poppy, not entirely convinced but she nods in response, not wanting to press the matter further. Veronica quickly sits up, a soft gasp leaving her lips as she stares at the time on her phone, “Crap, I gotta go and edit my video so I can upload it tonight”, she gets up to grab her bag and Chloe uses the opportunity to leave with Veronica as she knows that her and Poppy are yet to still be on normal speaking terms. After a few goodbye hugs and a promise from Veronica that she’ll see the strawberry blonde tonight, Poppy walks them down to the front door and watches the girls leave.

Just as she’s about to head about to her room, a voice booms out from the living room, Poppy freezes mid-step on the stairs and internally sighs, ‘crap’ she thinks to herself, her dad’s home.

“Poppy, come over here for a second”, Poppy mentally braces herself and holds her head up high, keeps her posture straight and walks into the living room to see her father sitting on his favourite chair and a stack of documents on the table beside him.

“Hi daddy”, she places a sweet kiss on his cheek and he makes a gesture for her to sit opposite him on the sofa. He places his hand on the frame of his glasses and takes it off and begins rubbing at the glass with the hem of his shirt before placing it back on his face.

“I feel like I’ve barely seen you this week princess, how was your first week as a senior?”

Poppy usually gets nervous when speaking with her father about any aspect of her life really, because he isn’t always the most affectionate or warming person. She purses her lips together in thought before answering, “It was good daddy, I’m in a lot of the AP classes so I’ve been making sure I stay on track for what’s expected for the classes”.

Her father beams at her response and slaps his hand against his knee, “that’s my girl”, but his expression quickly sobers as he fixates his gaze on the blonde, “so, you didn’t run into any problems this week?” His tone is almost intimidating and suggestive as Poppy subtly sinks into the sofa a little, her thoughts beginning to run wild as she struggles to grasp at her father’s implication.

“Uh no, not really dad”

“Huh, I heard that friend of yours, Chloe? She had a fight with that Hughes girl on the first day back. You wouldn’t be foolish enough to indulge in something so trivial would you now?”

Poppy clings to the edge of the sofa with a deathly drip, knuckles turning white at the mention of Bea but she lifts her body slightly in an attempt to show her father she isn’t fazed by her name and clears her throat slightly, “no dad, Chloe thought it would be a funny joke but I ended up getting detention for just being in the courtyard.” She begins to shake her head a little, “I would never involve myself in something so ludacris” she exaggeratingly rolls her eyes and fidgets with her perfectly manicured nails, soliciting her lack of interest in the topic.

Her father gleams at her with a hint of satisfaction, and curtly nods his head at her before swiftly changing the subject. “Rita, tells me you’re planning to go to a party tonight?”

“Umm, yeah, just a celebration party at Ford’s house, his parents know about it and- ”

Hayden Min Sinclair raises his hand in the air and the words die out of Poppy’s mouth as she awaits for her dad to speak, “just be safe, and make sure you’re home before 12, just call Carter if you find yourself in need of a ride home”. Of course, Mr Min Sinclair would never offer to pick up his daughter himself, he knows that his daughter should be less dependent on him and should be able to fare for herself. Poppy briskly nods and moves to stand, “Well daddy, I should let you get back to your work”, she gives him a polite smile and moves towards her room, letting out a huge exhale as she closes her bedroom door. She hates hiding things from her father, but he makes it impossible for her to confide in him at all, it’s times like these where she wishes her mother was still here.

……

Bea spends her afternoon alone after dropping her sister off at her friend’s house for the weekend and worries about her mom being AWOL and has concerns when she doesn’t pick up her phone. It isn’t until the late afternoon her mom casually strolls through the front door, her makeup has practically vanished, with only a few remnants of it smudged across her face. She moves towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water until Bea’s stomps towards the kitchen with a scowl etched onto her face as she pulls Isabella away from the sink to face her.

“Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been calling and texting non-stop” Bea raises her voice and points accusatively at her mother who in response blanky rolls her eyes at Bea and moves towards the cupboards scrounging for some food. Bea’s blood begins to boil as she balls her hands up into fists, her knuckles turning white, she pushes her mom against the counter and lifts her face up to look into her eyes, “You’re fucking high aren’t you?”. She takes in her mom’s features, seeing her incredibly red eyes and her chapped lips, and her slightly slanted demeanour.

“Get the fuck off me” Isabella pushes Bea away from her, “last I remembered I’m the fucking parent here”

“Then act like it!” Bea screams at the top of her lungs, her breaths heavy, her tone enraged as she stares down at her mother, “I have better things to do than to worry about where you are or whether you’re laying dead in a ditch somewhere”

Isabella just places her hands on her head, trying to dull the noise sprouting from Bea’s mouth, “God, you’re hurting my head” she sniffles and simply grabs a packet of chips from the cupboard and a bottle of vodka from under the sink and retreats to her room without saying another word.

Bea chest heaves heavily, she has no idea what to do about her mother, sometimes she wishes that she wasn’t there, then maybe she would have less to worry about. She could be a normal teenager with normal problems, instead of constantly babying her mother and being a second mom to her sister, but she remembers that she should be lucky to have a mom, no matter how shitty she might be. Her phone in her pocket buzzes and she grimaces a little when she sees the text from Poppy

P💋

hey babe

V and I decided to go to Ford’s party just for a little bit

Just to make a few quick introductions but we’ll be in and out of the party

Can’t wait to see you 🥺

Bea feels a tiny pang in her heart but at least Poppy wasn’t going to completely ditch her for the night. She hoped that tonight would be just about them, that for once Poppy would let go off all expectations and just focus on herself. But Bea knew Poppy carried the world on her shoulders, that being a Min Sinclair meant that she had to sacrifice a lot, but sometimes Bea felt like she was the only thing being sacrificed, that she was the only thing that could easily be cut off. She types out a half-hearted reply to Poppy, something along the lines of ‘can’t wait to see you too’ and with that she grabs her jacket, turns around to catch a quick glance at her mother’s closed bedroom door and leaves for the party.

……

Poppy and Veronica are walking towards Ford’s house, the faint thumping of bass music echoes throughout the neighbourhood while the girls are fixated on their hair and outfits as they walk towards the front yard. Both of the girls are wearing smart suits, to make their lie about going to a company dinner more compelling. They leave their real party outfits in the back of Veronica’s car which is parked a couple of blocks away from the house and before they enter the house Poppy grabs Veronica’s hand.

“I told Bea that we will be in and out of the house, so let’s not waste any time. We just say a few hellos and then we go” she flips her hair throwing it back over her shoulder while Veronica rolls her eyes.

“Hey you’re the one who decided to stop by Ford’s party, I would rather be in the southside partying it up there.”

Poppy piercingly shushes Veronica, and in one swift move places her hand over the ombre-haired girl’s mouth, “Are you trying to expose us or something? Don’t mention the” she conspicuously u looks around and whispers, “don’t mention the southside here”

Veronica pulls Poppy’s hand from her mouth and exaggeratingly shudders while shaking her hands, “Oh no, I forgot the southside is like Voldemort we don’t speak of it” sarcasm dripping off every word she says.

Before Poppy can answer, a series of screams reverberates from inside the house and a few seconds later, Poppy and Veronica are engulfed in a huge bear hug from Chloe, “Oh my god, you guys made it”, she screams enthusiastically while jumping up and down in her spot clapping her hands together.

Veronica sticks her fingers in her ears are glares at Chloe, “chill Chloe, you’re gonna burst my eardrums”

Poppy laughs and playfully slaps Veronica on the arm and turns back to face the dumb blonde, “We’re just passing by, just because we have to go to a stuffy work dinner doesn’t mean we have to show up on time”

Chloe grabs the two girls by the arms and pulls them into the foyer where they’re greeted by more of their peers. Ford is already half naked with a red solo cup in his hand and he waves the girls over before offering them a drink which the two girls politely decline.

“Oh come on, one drink won’t kill you”

“We said we’re good” Veronica’s tone is cutthroat causing Ford to back off and resume his strip pong game.

“Ayyyyyy there are my two favourite girls” Carter slurs his words slightly and slinks an arm over each girl’s shoulders and migrates the girl’s to the back of the living room where the speakers are playing. “I thought Chloe said you guys aren’t coming? You change your mind Pops?” he flirtatiously raises an eyebrow at Poppy who playfully pushes him back in return.

“No we still have to go to the dinner” she gestures at her suit, “we just wanted to say hi real quick”

Chloe ambles towards the girl’s and grabs Veronica’s hand and pulls her to the dance floor without waiting for the ombre-haired girl to refuse, leaving Poppy and Carter alone.

“So… do you really have to go? I mean you could have a lot more fun if you stayed” he takes a careful step towards the strawberry blonde, closing the distance between the two as he leans in to whisper in her ear, “we could play strip pong”, he leans back a little to stare into Poppy’s eyes.

Poppy lets out a small awkward laugh, “um, as much fun as that sounds, Veronica and I really should get going. I don’t wanna piss off my dad” she takes a step back from the quarterback and wraps her arms around herself.

Carter gives Poppy a long unwavering look, one she fully couldn’t dissect and understand, but he breaks the silence, “well, I hope you have fun, Chloe was worried you were ditching us for someone else”

“Yeah, my dad’s business partners. Because work talk is absolutely riveting and exactly how I wanna spend my saturday nights” her voice brimming with sarcasm as she gives Carter a quick hug goodbye and grabs Veronica and pulls her out of the house after making a few more rounds with the rest of the students of Belvoire.

…….

“This is a party, loosen up a little” Zoey rolls her eyes and hands Bea a red plastic cup, before taking a small sip from hers, “don’t tell me the princess of Greensburg decided to not show up”

Bea lighthearted rolls her eyes and takes a huge swig of her cup, “she said she’s coming, okay? She’s just saying a quick hi to her friends”

“Yeah sure, because she would rather hang out with the people at the bottom of the food chain than preppy rich kids who can probably afford a better sound system and drinks than this”

“Oh hush, you’re just in a sour mood because Veronica isn’t here yet” Zoey pinches Bea on her arm, “ow ow, okay, it doesn’t make it any less true though. I mean you practically begged me to invite her”

“Shut up. I don’t care if she’s here or not. But let's just say I’ve been doing a lot of wishful thinking and I’m wearing my best bra tonight” she gives Bea a sly wink who just laughs. “So,, I still can’t believe you let Poppy off that easily after the shit that happened on monday”

Bea stiffens a little, her expression quickly sobering as she turns to face Zoey, “look, we spoke about it and we’re moving past it. I told her she isn’t exactly out of the dog house but I’m not gonna sit here and wallow about it. What’s done is done” she gives Zoey a fixed look, meaning that she was done talking about it and Zoey raises her hands in defence

“Maybe if you let me beat Chloe’s ass then I would let Poppy off” Bea playfully shoves Zoey with her shoulder, “only if I can join you”, the two girls laugh until Zoey catches Bea staring into the inside of her cup, her eyes barren. “Hey, I’m sorry for bringing it up. It just pisses me off that those entitled bitches think they can do shit like that”

Bea solemnly shakes her head, “well, it’s Isabella’s fault to be honest. Everywhere I go, it’s like I’m haunted by her past and all the shit she’s done. Like they all expect me to become a deadbeat like her”

Zoey empathetically rubs Bea’s back, as the brunette clenches her jaw slightly to stop her lips from quivering, and she blinks back the tears forming in her eyes before letting out a sad laugh, “God, you just told me to lighten up and I just made this entire atmosphere depressing”

“Bitch, who cares? You’re my best friend, you know you can talk to me about anything, anytime” she gives Bea a one armed hug while balancing her drink and when the hug breaks off she drains the rest of her cup. “Do you want another drink?” Bea shakes her head and Zoey flounces off to grab another drink. Bea bops her head along to the music until a pair of hands cover her eyes from behind her, and a soft voice whispers in her ear, “guess who?”

Bea grins and delicately removes the hands from her eyes and turns around to see Poppy in her skin tight pink dress and moves in to give a long lingering kiss. “You finally made it” she kisses the strawberry blonde again before realising Veronica is standing behind Poppy with her arms crossed waiting as her eyes move to scan the backyard. “Hey Veronica, if you’re looking for Zoey she went inside a few minutes ago to get a drink” Veronica nonchalantly raises an eyebrow and looks towards the house, “well, I’m suddenly feeling parched, I’ll see you girls later” she gives them a wink and struts towards the house.

Poppy laughs while shaking her head but stops when she sees Bea appraising her, looking at her up and down with lust in her eyes. Poppy gives Bea her signature smirk and does a small twirl for the brunette, “so you like what you see?”

Bea moves towards the girl, hugging her curves while staring into the blonde’s eyes with undisguised desire, “mmhmm, you look gorgeous”, she nods towards the group of people who are dancing along to the music, “dance with me?”

Poppy grabs Bea’s hand and manoeuvres her to the middle of the makeshift dance floor and the girls laugh, drink and dance for a couple of songs until Bea whispers into Poppy’s ear, “let’s get out of here”

She takes the blonde’s hand and moves towards the inside of the house and they stumble towards the bedrooms, and when they open the first door they simultaneously gasp when they see Veronica and Zoey making out on the bed, both girls half naked.

“Oh my god Bea get out” Zoey throws a pillow towards the door and in response Bea throws her head back laughing, “sorry, sorry, but the bra is kinda cute Zo”. Zoey gives Bea the finger as they leave the room and eventually, they find an empty bedroom and are already locked in a passionate embrace before the door even closes.

Bea roughly shoves Poppy against the door pressing her lips to Poppy’s, devouring her as her tongue slips into the blonde’s as her moans set the brunette alight. Bea caresses her tongue with Poppy’s and breaks the kiss to start kissing down her neck and then her jawline until she reaches the sensitive spot behind her ear and begins to suck at it. A moan escapes Poppy’s lips as her hands wrapped around the taller girl’s neck as her eyes roll back begging for more.

Bea pulls back and the two girls begin shredding off their clothes before jumping into the strangers bed, their lips locked once again, reigniting the very same passion. Bea sits up and leads Poppy onto her lap, she grabs the blonde’s hips and presses her down onto her thigh before whispering into her ear, “ride” and without missing a beat, Poppy does. She unrelentlessly presses her sensitive spot down on Bea’s thigh and rocks her hips, as she buries her face into the crook of Bea’s neck, muffling her moans. Bea feels the heat emitting from the blonde’s legs and lets out a groan as her hands grip Poppy’s hips even more and she begins alternating between kissing and sucking at the blonde’s chest.

“Please Bea” Poppy’s breaths come in hot and heavy as she begs for release, so Bea decides to give into the desire and flips the blonde over, pressing her deeper into the mattress while her fingers play with the waistband of her panties. She slips her hand inside and uses her thumb to encircle her clit, before slipping a finger inside her, and she begins pumping. Poppy’s back arches off the bed, groans echoing in the room as Bea slips another finger in, letting the blonde’s moans guide her as she brings the girl to the edge and lets her ride in the orgasm not stopping until she slumps back into the bed.

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A little while later the girls get dressed and make their way back to the party where they see Zoey and Veronica in the corner whispering sweet nothings to each other and giggling. “They should just date already don’t you think?” Poppy leans on Bea’s shoulder, humming peacefully as she looks at the two girls.

“They should but they won’t. They’re both terrible with commitment”, Bea places a sweet kiss on Poppy’s forehead, “drink?”

“Yes please”

Bea squeezes Poppy’s hand and strolls into the house to grab the drinks. While waiting for Bea, Poppy stands in the front yard staring up at the sky until a unfamiliar hand, cups her ass and whispers into her ear, “what’s a girl like you doing alone here”, Poppy jerks away form the stranger, her nostrils flaring as she gives the guy a deathly stare.

“Don’t fucking touch me”

“Wow, I like my girls rowdy” he tries to touch a stray piece of the blonde’s hair that sticks out but she grabs his wrist and pushes him back, her eyes scanning the front yard hoping Bea will be back.

“Hey! What the hell is going on here?” AJ sidles up to Poppy as he begins to stare down the young man who just demeaningly laughs in AJ’s face.

“Get outta here kid, can’t you see I’m talking to someone”

“Well she has a girlfriend so get lost”. The stranger stares at Poppy, an unsettling glint in his eyes before he steps forward and puts two of his fingers under Poppy’s chin lifting her face a little, “so you’re a lesbo? Well we can change that”. Before Poppy can step back AJ shoves the boy back who in retort takes out a knife holding it out against AJ. “fuck off now”.

After catching up with a few friends, Bea hears about a commotion in the front yard and rushes out to see AJ barricading Poppy with his body while someone holds out a knife to his chest. Poppy’s eyes flash when she realises Bea is here and Bea moves behind the figure and takes out a small pocket knife from her jeans and lightly presses it against the stranger’s neck. Poppy lets out a small gasp, her body trembles slightly as she takes in the fact that Bea is holding a knife.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are but you better back the fuck off right now unless you want to get your throat slit” her voice is quiet but her tone is challenging. The stranger raises his hands in the air and Bea warily puts the knife down, avoiding any eye contact with Poppy. In a swift move, the stranger throws Bea’s knife out of her hand, puts her in a headlock and presses the knife against her throat, creating a small cut as blood lightly begins to trickle down her neck.

“No!” Poppy moves forward but AJ steps in front of her and in a flash he grabs an object from the waistband of trousers and holds it up to the stranger. Everyone in the front yard begins to panic and move out of the way as they all segregate themselves from the confrontation.

“AJ stop” Bea pleads with the young boy when she realises he has a gun in his hand as he points it to the stranger.

“Move away from her now or I’ll shoot” his voice trembles slightly as his hand shakes but he grips the gun tighter as his gaze pierces into the stranger.

“You won’t do it” he presses his knife into Bea’s throat a little more, who just winces at the pain while Poppy painfully watches the ordeal unfold, her heart hammering into her eardrums.

AJ places his hand on the trigger, his stance unwavering, “try me”. The stranger grimaces at AJ before removing his knife and pushing Bea forward, “you better watch your back kid” and with that he runs from the party. Poppy moves towards Bea, her hand cups the part of Bea’s neck with the cut and she turns to look at AJ, whose eyes are blank like he’s just seen a ghost.

“AJ, I-” Bea steps towards AJ who just looks at Bea with grief and embarrassment, “I’m sorry Bea” he puts the gun back in his waistband and runs off without looking back.

“What the fuck, Bea are you okay?” Poppy begins to examine the wound but Bea’s thoughts are enveloped in everything that just happened, her body trembles slightly as she takes in the fact that AJ now has a gun. In the background of the commotion, the fireworks are set off, colouring the sky in an array of colours but the girls can barely focus on them since they knew they were in deep shit.

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nonstoplover · 4 years

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trust fund baby ~ Timothée Chalamet (song drabble) - version 1.0

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song i used as inspiration: why don't we ~ trust fund baby

words: 1.6K

approximate reading time: about 10 mins

a/n: okay so when brainstorming about this song's lyrics i came up with an idea (this one written below) but as i started writing it, another possible, quite similar situation came to my head and since i couldn't decide which one i liked better, i figured i let you guys decide and wrote both. anyway i'm not an expert in cars and repairing them, so excuse my lack of knowledge please. i hope you still like it though! please leave feedback, it means the absolute world to me. love youu

here's version 2.0, the alternative idea

"Damn it." Timothée cursed out loud, slamming his palms against the steering wheel.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong or if accidentally he did something that caused the problem, but here he was in the absolute middle of nowhere, all alone with a slightly smoking engine hood.

He had no clue only that something's really bad was going on. He grabbed his phone and opened the browser to search for the closest garage. A minute later he was already dialling the number he had found on the website as he was slowly getting out of the car.

Walking a little further from the vehicle he looked up and down the totally empty road in front of and behind him. As he listened to the ringing coming to his ear, he couldn't help but think what if the car would explode?

"Hello, Dave's Auto Repair," a chirpy, womanish voice answered the call. "How can I help?"

"Uh... I think something in my car engine went wrong," Timothée spoke, trying to sound less amateurish.

"What are you experiencing?"

"The car started kinda twitching so I pulled off the road and now there's a bit of smoke coming out of the hood," he turned back towards his car with knitted eyebrows, his eyes searching for any new happening.

"Alright, where are you?" The woman on the other side asked and he swiftly gathered all information he could give her about his whereabouts.

She reassured him that soon a breakdown truck would come and pick him up and pull his car to the garage where they would repair it. Hanging up the call Timothée let out a relieved sigh, already feeling less stressed even though his vehicle was still in a quite bad condition.

Thank God I'm not in a hurry, he thought as he slowly sank to a sitting position on the ground, unlocking his phone to spend the rest of his waiting scrolling through social media.

About twenty minutes later he heard the familiar sound of a car approaching and glancing up he was glad to notice it to be the thing he wanted to see. He got up to walk back to his car, leaving the space in front of his car free. The breakdown truck slowly reached him and pulled over in the spot he was previously sitting at. Timothée stepped forward just as the door opened, a figure jumping out.

"Hi, I'm (y/n), from Dave's Auto Repair," (y/n) walked closer, pointing back over her shoulder to the large stickers on the side of the truck behind her advertising the mentioned company, a toolbox swinging in her other hand. "You called for us, right?"

"Ye-yeah," Timothée muttered, eyes slightly widened. "I'm Timmy. I mean, Timothée."

This was not what he was expecting to happen. In his mind he was waiting for a beefy, older man, not a girl around his age. Her (y/h/c) hair was pulled back into a quite messy ponytail, baby hairs that weren't long enough to stay with the others framing her beautiful face that was covered in small, smeared oil-spots. No makeup was on her face but she without a doubt was still the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

(y/n) placed the toolbox in her left hand before wiping the now free right in her stained, blue overalls before holding it out towards him, a playful glance in her eyes as she watched his slight suffering. He immediately reached out to shake the held out hand, wondering about how could this girl keep her palm and fingers so soft whilst working such a job.

"Okay, let's see this rowdy engine," she giggled, bypassing him. She put the box down next to her feet and had the engine hood open, half disappearing in it in no second.

Timothée paced up and down behind her, trying hard to not be a nusiance as he examined the process. The thoughts were racing in his head no matter how hard he tried to stop them. This girl was the absolute dream girl for him. All his life he was saying that he was waiting for a girl who could take care of things herself, whether it's changing a lightbulb or repairing a car.

And now here she was in front of him. He had to pinch himself to make sure it wasn't a dream.

(y/n) examined the car for only less than a minute, recognising the common problem swiftly. She could feel his eyes on her back all the time she was working, and she hated to admit but it made her flustered. The first glance she casted on him she felt a strange attraction, like a magnet that pulled her towards the boy.

It was hard to concentrate on the work in front of her but she resisted the urge to turn her eyes towards Timothée every other second and shut her mind as good as she could, focusing solely on the engine.

Not much later she straightened her back with a sigh, climbing out while (unsuccessfully) cleaning her palms in her workwear, closing the hood behind her. With a quick glance at her bottom she made sure it wasn't dirty and opening the door she sat in his car. She started the engine and smiled happily when she heard the satisfying growling of it, and after fully rolling down the window she stuck her head out.

"Can I go a bit with it?"

Timothée nodded, completely astonished and watched as she drove past him and the service truck, speeding off into the distance. It felt weird to let a complete stranger just drive away with his car, but all her stuff was here beside him and somehow he trusted her enough to remain calm. It was part of her job.

A couple minutes later the shrinking image of his car started growing again, signalling that she was coming back to him. Turning the car carefully around (y/n) came to a stop at the exact same spot the car was standing at, shutting the engine off and getting of.

"We're done," she stretched her back.

"Already?" Timothée replied, and even though he tried hard to fight back the disappointed tone of his voice, it was useless.

"Yeah," (y/n) chuckled, moving her shoulders in a shrugging motion. "It wasn't such a serious problem, and it's quite common actually. I'm used to having to solve it."

"It wasn't serious? It was smoking!"

"Don't let the facade fool you."

"Never again," he muttered, though he meant quite a different thing. All he could think about was how acutely the appearance of the girl fooled him when she got out of her car.

In the meantime (y/n) placed all the equipment she used back in the toolbox and brought it back to the truck, swinging it into the passenger's seat.

"How much is it?" Timothée followed her, pulling out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans.

The girl rapidly calculated the fare in her mind, announcing it to the boy, but when she glanced at the amount of money he placed in her palm, she had to rethink the situation, thinking she'd said the wrong number.

"It's... it's a lot more," (y/n) frowned, looking up into his green eyes in confusion.

"I know," he giggled and shrugged, visibly blushing. He glanced down at the ground, trying to hide his fluster.

"Oh, wow."

The young girl never felt more speechless in her entire life. This man randomly gave her about twice the price of what she worked for. What should she say? A simple thank you didn't seem enough.

"I mean, thank you, that's very generous of you."

"You deserve it. You came here to the middle of nowhere in no time," Timothée held his arms out, pointing around the two of them. "And you repaired my car in no time. It's quite out of the common."

(y/n) felt the blood rush to her cheeks hearing the compliment. Not one customer had ever talked to her like this before.

"But, you know, it still wasn't perfect," the boy spoke up again, slightly cringing by his straightforwardness. The girl looked up, curiously waiting what he would say, a little scared to hear a possible mistake she made. "You could still fix it, though."

The small pause wasn't meant to increase the nervous tension in the air as it eventually did, Timothée just had to take another deep and shaky breath before speaking the final words out, ready for rejection.

"How?" (y/n) couldn't take it anymore, her rusty voice breaking the silence. Her father would kill her if she had made a noticeable mistake.

"If I can take you out for dinner sometime."

She thought she heard wrong. Was this boy truly flirting with her so slyly?

"I mean, of course you don't have to, no pressure, really, I would just like to get know you more," he rambled on in embarrassment.

"Hey, hey, shh!" (y/n) silenced him, placing a hand against his shoulder. "I'd love to."

This time it was Timothée who thought he had misheard the outspoken words, but seeing the wide, cheery smile on her face he convinced himself that it was actually her answer without a doubt.

"Amazing!" He exclaimed.

"Give me your phone, I'll put in my number and then we can arrange the time and place," she held out her hand, a little surprised at herself and how she confidently lead the situation unlikely to her natural behaviour.

Within a minute she had finished it and even sent herself a text so she could have his number as well, placing the device back in the boy's hand.

"Okay, then, I gotta go now, my shift's still going." (y/n) spoke. "See you later, I guess."

"Yeah, see you!" Timothée answered, still mesmerized by the girl and how his plan to ask her out succeeded.

He was still standing in the middle of the road when she started the truck and turning around drove off, his phone in his hand, eyes wide and joyful.

.::the end::.

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btswishes · 5 years

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What is happening here?

Monsta x (Chang Kyun-I.M)

One Shot

A/N: This one was...random. :) Hope yall like it tho and sorry for any mistakes made

Word count: 3,456

Warnings: angst-ish, fluff

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You and Chang Kyun were dating for 3 years now and everything was going great. Having fights was normal for couples and usually it wasn’t anything serious ,so you forgot about it. Sitting on Minhyuk’s bed, you were looking at him and Wonho. The boys were eating ramen and you were having your normal bestie talk, about your bf. A few weeks ago he was invited to do a collaboration with this female solo singer named Yuna.

Everything was totally normal, but you noticed that he had started talking on the phone late at night and panic when you would look in the direction of his phone. You trusted your boyfriend , but it was starting to worry you. It was 11pm and Wonho as the drama loving bitch he is, wanted to gossip with you

“ He just, acts so strange. I tried to ask him a few times but he runs from the topic like a demon from incense.” you sighed, running your hand through your hair uneasy

“So you think he is cheating on you with that Yuna chick?” Wonho slurped the noodles in his mouth

“Wonho!” you threw a pillow at him, but the boy dodged it like it was nothing

“Ok, let’s forget the cheating part.”Minhyuk picked his pillow from the ground and rested his elbows on it, looking at you “What has he been doing?”

“Well, he doesn’t let me see his phone. He goes out saying he is with you guys all the time, even tho you told me he wasn’t with.” you lifted your hand, counting on each finger “ He has been too busy lately, ignoring me.”

“Has he gotten laid lately?” Wonho pointed his chopsticks at you

“Wonho!” Minhyuk caught the second pillow right in time

“Stop throwing my stuff!” the boy yelled out

“I am asking, because he looks like a pretty horny dude.....and you know.”

“Are you trying to hint that just because we haven’t done it in awhile Chang Kyun is getting it from somewhere else?!” you gasped at his idea

“Well I am obviously not hinting it.” Wonho laughed out when his fellow friend hit him on the head

“What do you think Minhyuk, since you obviously have a brain unlike someone else!” you threw Wonho a pissed off look

“I don’t want to agree with him and I am not, but I think we should just....maybe follow them.” there was a moment of silence before Wonho’s bowl made a loud sound, hitting the table

“It’s decided then.Where is he right now anyways ?”

“Guys, I made dinner.”Kihyun’s head popped in the room, interrupting the talk. Almost like a mom he lovingly called you over. When it came to his cooking, everyone was fighting to the kitchen. It was a eat or be eaten situation since Wonho and Shownu always ended up devouring everything.

You were having fun with the boys and forgot all about that thing that had been troubling you for weeks now. It was the 7 of you, when the front door opened up and you heard foot steps. Thinking of Chang Kyun, you got up and ran towards the house entrance.

“Bab-e...” your voice hitched in your throat when you saw him holding tightly onto a woman. You couldn’t move.

“I am so sorry for bringing him home so late.” Yuna laughed out cutely as she helped him sit on the couch “ We finished work early today and we went to a bar.” her eyes pierced you together with her words “ You don’t mind, right?”

“Yeah...” laughing uneasily, the room slowly filled up with people

“You guys should have seen us, he was holding onto me so tight I couldn’t walk.” her voice was sharp and painful

“Y/N...” Hyungwon placed his hand onto your shoulder, but you threw him back a smile

“It’s ok.”you whispered. You wanted to help Chang Kyun up from the couch but he was too drunk to react and still holding onto Yuna.

“Oh dear this is so embarrassing. If you don’t mind I will bring him to his room.” right in front of your eyes she picked him up. Her hair flicking a strong sweet perfume in your face. It didn’t take long for them to pass you. The stinging pain in your heart was balling tears on your eyes. Your lips were trembling, head not being able to look up.

“Y/N?” Minhyuk walked up to you. You couldn’t take it anymore, being strong wasn’t worth all the damage, so you threw yourself in his arms. Crashing, you started crying loud. In a matter of seconds the boys gathered around you in a panic. They knew you as a strong and independent person so this was new. After what felt like an eternity you ended up falling asleep onto Wonho as he was running his hand through your hair. You were like a little sister to him and he absolutely hated seeing you like this.

Not being able to bare all of this as well, Minhyuk was about to go up the stair when Shownu grabbed his arm.

“What are you going to do?” he asked sternly

“I will go give him a piece of my mind.” Minhyuk hissed back

“He is dead drunk right now. I don’t like this at all too, but you are wasting your breath like this!” the oldest was right

“Hyung, he his drunk and alone with-”

“Umm sorry, am I interrupting something ?” the soft female voice pulled everyone’s attention towards the stairs “I just wanted to say that Chang Kyun went to bed and all.” the boys noticed her messed up hair and clothes. Yuna didn’t get an answered, but when she was passing by Wonho grabbed her hand. His eyes were filled with anger.

“I don’t know what you are trying to do, but stop before it gets out of hand.” he growled at her, when her eyes fell onto your sleeping figure on him.

“I don’t think you understand this situation.” she pulled her hand out of the boy’s grasp aggressively “ You people are just a part of my game. I am not here for any of you boys so sit down and be good puppies.” she flashed them a smile “Ok?”

“You!”Minhyuk walked up to her

“What are you going to do? Hit me? Try it and you take your band’s future with the punch.” Yuna was right, he knew it, everyone knew it. So many things were happening while you were resting comfortably

“How far did you go with him?” Hyungwon asked

“That is none of your business.”with a swift move she fixed her dress and walked out of the house. After which a silence followed, before Shownu’s voice cut through it like a sharp knife.

“Chang Kyun made his choice, what matters now is to make sure Y/N is not hurt.”

“Hyung...” no one could believe how deep his voice reached, his eyes burning with a strong flame

“Wonho, Minhyuk take her to your room for tonight.” The boys picked you and stopped next to their elder “ She is such a sweet girl, gave so much for him.” he ran his hand through your hair “I would die before I let him hurt her by cheating.”

The morning sun stinged at your puffy eyes. Stretching your body you found a little note next to you.

Come down ;)

The handwriting was obviously Kihyun’s and it pulled a giggle out of your lips. Taking the paper in your hand, you jumped off the bed and waddled innocently down the stairs. It was quiet so you tip-toed into the kitchen.

“BOO!”Jooheon popped in front of you from under the table “AH!” before hitting his head onto the wood

“Oh God!”you ran up to him “Are you ok!?”

“Damn it! You had to go and hit your head!” Hyungwon cussed out, but none the less you were laughing and that was way better than last night. Shownu pulled the chair for you and flashed you a smile as you sat down. In front of you was a big pile of pancakes and all kinds of toppings around the table. Like little diamonds you eyes glistened with happiness.

“These are so good!”your palm cupped your cheek when the soft texture hit you

“I will go grab some more syrup from the stock we have. Wait.” Jooheon stood up stepped out of the room.He was in a good mood since you seemed to be enjoying yourself a lot. On his way back with the sweet in his hand he noticed the missing member.

“Morning.” the boy waved rubbing his neck. “I smell something nice.” as he was stepping closer to the kitchen, Jooheon grabbed him by the arm “Yo, wasup?”

“Go put yourself in a presentable form!” he hissed, pulling the half-awake boy close to his face “ I don’t want to see you in this house right now.” pushing him away Chang Kyun was shaken up from the whole situation

“The fuck is wrong with you?”he asked

“Hide those things. You fucking disgust me.” Jooheon grabbed Hyungwon’s mirror from the couch and threw it at Chang Kyun

Grabbing it mid air ,the boy took a look and his eyes widened “Wow, Y/N went crazy last night.” a chuckle escaped his lips

“Don’t even speak of her name with that dirty mouth!” Jooheon was on the verge of throwing the syrup at his band member “Y/N never even stepped in your room last night. You were out drinking with Yuna.” with out another word the boy closed the door of the kitchen behind his back, his pissed off look changing into a bright smile when he saw you.

“I think I heard Chang Kyun, did he wake up?” your puppy dog eyes looked at the boys

“Um, he went to the studio.” Jooheon mumbled

“Oh, I guess he has a lot of work today too.” you were a bit bummed out, but Minhyuk started roasting the way Hyungwon was dressed and almost in seconds you bursted out laughing. Your bestie was either super sweet or a total savage and you loved both his sides sooo much.

After breakfast you played some games and watched 2 movies.Without knowing it lunch had creeped on everyone. Sitting on the couch you couldn’t stop thinking about your boyfriend, that maybe you were wrong and that it could all be a misunderstanding. Looking at your phone, you had the sweet idea to bring him some lunch. While everyone was busy you slid out of the house and grabbed some chicken.

With pure and loving intentions, you were skipping in the direction of Chang Kyun’s studio. It wasn’t super far probably a 10 min walk from the dorm. You were looking at stores, checking yourself out in the windows. It didn’t take long before you laid your eyes on the familiar door. Thinking that his headphones would muffle your knocking, you let yourself in. With a smile on your face you grabbed the handle and pushed down, almost effortlessly it opened and you pocked your head in.

“Baby, I brought you lunch.”

“Y/N!”you heard him almost yell out as the door opened wide and hit the wall on the other side. Together with his voice, he saw the bag slipping through your fingers and hitting the carpet almost immediately “Listen to me!”

Your boyfriend, Chang Kyun was on top of Yuna, arms on each of her sides. The girl didn’t make a sound, she was just staring at you innocently, her hands obviously pushing him away. Was he...was he throwing himself at her? Was it really not her fault.... You didn’t stay long for an answer and dashed out of the place in a matter of seconds. The tears rushed down your face as you were sniffling and rubbing your nose with your sleeve. Your legs carried you through the public ,without anyone noticing the situation you were in. Kicking the door to the dorm open ,you tried to run passed the boys, but Shownu and Wonho stood like a soft wall in front of you. Each of them extended their arms and you crushed into them.

“Y/N!” you couldn’t breath at all when your name danced in your ear coming from a familiar voice “Please! I know how it looks like but listen to me!”Chang Kyun begged from behind you. The boys all noticed the red and violet spots on his neck, the messed up hair and unbuttoned shirt.

“I trusted you! And you went and did things with her!” your voice trembled as you pointed at the woman running right behind your almost ex at this point

“Y/N...” he tried to walk up to you, but Hyungwon placed his hand on the boy’s chest as Kihyun grabbed his shoulder

“Stop it Chang Kyun, it’s worse enough already.” Jooheon mumbled not even being able to look at the boy

“But it’s not what you think!”he yelled out

“Listen to him Y/N!” the atmosphere became thick when Yuna’s voice echoed “I didn’t try to do anything to him! He...he jumped on me!” she looked like she was trembling and the thing you saw back in the studio seemed to add up.

“Oh are you fucking with me.”Wonho spat out “We all know this was your fucked up idea from the start.We are always on Y/N’s side no matter what, so cut the crap!”

Your head was hanging low and in a way even if no one said it, you felt like they were waiting for an answer. Chang Kyun had pleading eyes as he tried to shake his members off a few times aggressively.

“Babe! Y/N listen to me! I beg you!” he was shaking and yelling at your motionless state

“Shut it!” Shownu looked down at you “You don’t have to take this, let’s go.” even if all of this had happened so suddenly you finally figured something out. You aren’t some girl in need of help like a princess. You fight your own battles, because you were a fighter. You stand your ground and defend it. WIth out making a sound you started walking towards Chang Kyun.

“Let him go.”with a warm smile and eyes still red from crying ,you looked at your protectors.

“Y/N!”Chang Kyun grabbed your shoulders and started talking fast trying to explain to you his side. You could feel, for the first time...you snapped.With a swift move up,your arm hit his hands off you. Taking a deep breath, you clenched your fist and hit Chang Kyun right in the face, turning your body with the move creating more kinetic energy. The boy crashed to the floor, with his fingers rubbing over the spot you just hit, he was shocked.

“Listen here you little shit.” your eyes focused down on his body, as you shook your hand from the slight stinging pain. Your teeth were exposed like an angry animal, eyes wide “You’ve been acting spoiled the past few days and I have been calm and understanding about it, but I had enough!” you growled “ Either you learn how to act or we are going to have some problems.” crooking your head to the side you saw him moving way.

Your piercing gaze landed on the girl.With a firm step you walked up to her and grabbed her wrist. In one swift motion you threw her at the wall and crashed your arm against the it, looking down at her.

“Look here sugar cakes. If you think you can come here and turn my house upside down ,you have another thing coming at you.” your face go close to hers and you flicked her short skirt “ Chang Kyun ain’t a fan of skirts he likes shorts more, so next time do some research on your prey. He can be an ass but he won’t force himself on woman.” your elbow hit the wall and you got closer, almost biting her. Your other hand grabbed her throat and the woman gasped in shock “ Wanna tell us what you were planning to do with my man or do you want to see how pissed yall made me the past few days?”

Yuna stared at you. Her lips slowly parted as her hand grabbed the back of your head. Is she about to headbutt me! your mind wandered in the direction of counterattack when you realized how dangerous this woman actually is. Her lips crashed against yours, her other hand grabbed your hips and swung you, changing places. Her knee parted your legs. Pulling away you were breathing heavy.

“Oh baby girl, you got me all wrong.I don’t even want to breath the same air as him.”her eyes landed onto you, hungry “I came for you. “ Yuna’s hand pushed your chip up “ I didn’t know you were such a good dom, grabbing my throat like that.”

“Wait WHAT!?” Chang Kyun threw himself practically at the woman, pushing you behind his back, holding your hip with one hand “I knew something was up!” he said

“What is going on here!?” Wonho looked around the house

“This woman!” your boyfriend pointed at Yuna “Has been blackmailing me for the past 2 weeks. She got me drunk, placed all these hickeys on my neck AND tried to make it look like I forced myself onto her.”

“ Oh don’t worry, I would never put my lips on you. It was a small cup, took me a shit long time to do that.” she sighed pulling her coat up onto her shoulder “ She is wasted on you. Be a good loser and give that kitten to me.I can make her happy.” Yuna smirked and waved at you.

“I would never!”Chang Kyun hissed at the woman, his body trembling from all the adrenaline “Right Y/N?!” turning to you he saw your figure frozen, fingers onto your lips “Y/N...?”

“Awww.” the culprit let go a loud and amused laugh “ First french kiss in your life? So precious.No one can kiss you better than a girl sweetie.I know what to give you.Just leave that fucker already, I am more successful than him anyways.”

“Fuck that.” Chang Kyun grabbed your back and pushed you flush against himself. His lips crashed onto yours, his tongue starting to fight with yours for dominance and winning fast. His fingers were hot running up your leg. This was a new sensation you couldn’t process yet.Once he pulled back, your vision was blurred and you had to hold onto your boyfriend’s shirt to keep yourself up. “She belongs to me,me me and only me. I am the only person that can make her feel like this and no one else. If you try to get her you have to get through me. I ain’t going easy on you, everything is fair play in love and war sweetie.”

Yuna noticed the 6 other boys in defensive positions. Leaning down, they flinched and she let out a chuckle. Her heels clanked towards the front door as her hand slid over the handle.

“I will leave, but this doesn’t mean I give up. Y/N.” your head looked at her “When I come back from France I will hunt you down baby girl.” she winked at you closing the door behind herself.

“I can’t believe that woman!” Minhyuk hissed as he ran up to you “You good?” you nodded and dropped onto the couch still shocked

“So wait, you weren’t cheating on me?”

“Of course not! She kept telling me she would release to the public the fact we were dating and I didn’t want to cause trouble for you, so I had to listen to her! I would have NEVER thought she wanted to...to-” Wonho jumped in with another stupid remark

“Fuck your girl?”

“Wonho!” and once more something flew at his head

“What!But she was hot...”

“She was.” the words slipped though your lips “One hell of a kisser too.”

“Y/N!”Chang Kyun whined

“I am not gonna go running to her! But next time tell me when something happens, we are together in this.”

“I know I know. I will from now on.” standing up ,the boys followed you to the kitchen and back, as you threw ice onto Chang Kyun

“Put that on your face.” you continued walking up the stair, when you looked back at him “You coming or what?”

“Yes babe! Right away!” he jumped up like a puppy and ran after you, leaving the boys with the impression that your roles reversed in a matter of seconds.

“So yall think she gonna be dom from now on?”

“Wonho shut it for once kid, I swear!” Shownu pushed the young idiot

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A/N: Thank you to all you wonderful people for supporting the first chapter so much! I got inspired and wanted to write more straight away! 3k words.

LOST IN TRANSLATION ↳What do you do when you have no qualifications but want to see the world? You help teach English in a Korean primary school, apparently. ↳Principal!Jin, math teacher!Yoongi, PE teacher!Hoseok, English teacher!Namjoon, school nurse!Jimin, art teacher!Taehyung, and science teacher!Jungkook.

CHAPTER TWO ↳You finish your tour of the school, and meet the person you’ll be teaching with, and the one you’ll be living with for the next year.

When you followed the principal into the classroom anxiously, you were surrounded by the joyous squeals of about twenty 10-year-olds as the bounced around the room wearing tiny white lab coats and massive safety goggles.

The teacher was at the head of the chaos, holding up a pair of sooty tongs and turning off a Bunsen burner’s blue flame on the front desk. He was young, like the rest of the staff so far, and had a mad grin on his face as the children lost their minds.

The two of you storming in certainly got their attention though, and the room fell into silence at the sight of their principal. The teacher turned around to face the door, and his grin faltered.

“Principal Kim,” he greeted, bowing quickly, still clutching onto the metal tongs, “I was just showing the kids how magnesium burns in fire. We’re learning about different types of oxidation.”

Kim scoffed and shook his head. “The Year 6 syllabus is focused on basic evolution in term 1 and electricity in term 2. We don’t even teach chemistry here, where did you get that magnesium?”

The teacher shrugs. As you look over him properly while they talk, you notice his hair is an odd shade of washed-out pink, although it certainly suits him. You don’t believe there’s a single shade of hair that could make him look any less attractive. “I’m just getting them interested in science at an early age. We need more women in STEM, don’t we, Min-ah?”

A chubby-cheeked girl in a burgundy sweater and corduroy overalls cheers out an affirming ‘yeah!’ although you don’t believe she was paying attention to a single thing the teacher was saying until he called out her name.

“Great,” Principal Kim sighs, “now I’m going to have 23 sets of parents breathing down my neck about why they should blow stuff up in class.”

“With all due respect, sir, magnesium doesn’t explode, it actua-”

“Jeon, this is our new English assistant, Y/n. Y/n, Teacher Jeon Jungkook. If you avoid him for your own safety, no one will blame you.”

You smile at the way Jeon pouts at you, as if vying for his own innocence. Less than an hour on the premises, and you were already beginning to feel like this was the best decision you had made in a long time. As much as Principal Kim seemed completely done with the antics of his staff, you could see the love and respect they all seemed to have for each other.

“Nice to meet you, Teacher Jeon. I look forward to…”

You trail off awkwardly as a mobile phone begins to ring, blasting a PSY song right at the catchy chorus. Jeon gives you a big toothy grin and wags his finger at the principal. “No phones in class, Principal Kim. That’s detention.”

Kim ignores this and pulls out his phone, wincing at the contact name. “I have to take this,” he says reluctantly, “Jeon, can you point Y/n in the direction of the English classroom? English Kim can look after her while I’m in my office.”

He departs without further ado, and you’re left standing at the front of the classroom awkwardly, waiting for Jeon to take off his goggles and put away the equipment so that the kids don’t mess around with it while he’s out briefly.

A small boy in a t-shirt and jeans walks shyly up to you. “Miss?” You nod at him to continue, squatting down on the balls of your feet so you can meet his eye-level. “You’re teaching English?” You nod again. “Can you please keep an eye on my sister, In-je, when she’s in your class? She’s not very good at English and mummy and daddy want her to get good grades.”

Your heart swells. “Of course. What’s your name?”

“In-jeong,” he declares in a quiet voice, gaze on the floor.

“Well, In-jeong, you’re a much kind brother. In-je is lucky for you is her brother.” You internally wince at your rubbish Korean, but he giggles in a high pitch, exposing a dimple in his chin and a gap between his front teeth.

“That’s what I say! Maybe if you tell her I’m the best brother ever she’ll believe you!”

A deeper voice calls out from above you. “I see you met Thing One.”

You look up at Teacher Jeon from your squat and tilt your head in confusion. “Thing One?”

“Yeah.” He reaches out and ruffles up In-jeong’s hair, causing the kid to squeal again. “Thing One and Thing Two, the sneakiest rascals in the whole school, huh?” It brings a smile to your face to see a guy with such great chemistry with kids, and it affirms why you’ve taken this job as your calling. “Anyway, Y/n, right? Let’s go, I’ll take you to the English classroom.”

You stand back up and straighten your skirt. “I can find it. If you need to be teaching?”

He shakes his head with a soft smile and sends In-jeong back to his seat with a pat on his shoulders. He addresses the class. “Now, I know science is the coolest thing in the world and all you want to do is touch everything, but if I come back and a single thing is out of place, I’ll never show you an explosion in class again.” He fixes them with a serious look. “Never ever.”

The kids gasp in perfect unison, and you have to restrain yourself from openly cooing at how cute they are. Teacher Jeon can’t be out of the classroom for long, so he jogs over to literally the next classroom block over, points at a door and declares, “that one,” then jogs back inside, cheered on by 23 tiny voices.

Before nerves at being alone can get the best of you, you climb the steps to the classroom door, and knock lightly. After hearing a muffled voice tell you to come in, you enter and look around the room for the teacher.

It doesn’t take you long. Although he’s sat at one of the mini kids’ tables, his legs stick out, almost up to his chest when he sits on the low chairs. He’s looking at you as you come in with a warm smile on his face, and you’re taken by how kind he looks.

His hair is a honey brown, his skin is golden, and his beam just about takes your breath away. When he speaks up, he goes straight to English, which gives you an entirely different sensation of friendliness. “Ah, Y/n! I’ve told my students that we were getting a visitor, they’re extremely excited. Come sit and tell us who you are.”

Unlike the science and math room rows, and the art room’s small clusters, the English teacher has the tables in one big circle with a mat in the middle, so that everyone is facing everyone. You sit gingerly in a spare seat near him, but between two young kids instead of right next to him. He grins over at you and waves a hand to indicate you should introduce yourself.

You glance over unsurely. “In English?”

He shrugs. “Maybe say something in English and something in Korean.”

You nod slowly, thinking of what you could say, not wanting to repeat the embarrassing first impression you gave the math class (and, more importantly, the math teacher). “Hello, everyone, my name is Y/n. I’m from [country]. I’m [age] years old.” You’re relieved when you can switch to English, but you still make sure to speak slowly and clearly. “I’m going to help you learn English this year. I’m very excited to be here in Korea for the first time.”

To their credit, each and every one of the students nods thoughtfully, but their eyes are either wide and panicked or glossing over.

The teacher initiates a round of awkward but enthusiastic applause. “Thank you, Y/n. We’re very grateful to have you here to help us, aren’t we?” They all agree cheerfully. “I’m Teacher Kim, or English Kim. You can probably just call me Namjoon, if you’d like. I know Western countries have a different level of formality, so I want you to still feel comfortable.”

Your cheeks warm up a little, and you smile, flustered. “Thank you very much. I appreciate it, really.”

He shoots you a quick blink-and-you-miss-it wink and turns back to the classroom. “Alright, team, let’s show off how much we know! We’re going to play a game!” After the predictable whoops and hoots he gets at that exciting announcement, he continues. “We’re going to play the charades with this week’s words, okay? What were our words this week about?”

The class shouts a unanimous, “animals!” and you can’t help but laugh at their energy. You remember being forced to take Spanish in middle school and not having nearly as much fun as these bouncy balls of energy.

“Yes, animals! Animals! Let’s start with So-min and work our way around the group. You act out one of the animals on our vocabulary list and the rest of us have to guess the English name, okay? So-min, start!”

A little girl with plaits wiggles in her seat until she comes up with one, she hops up and licks the back of her hand, then rubs it into her hair. The girl sitting next to her all but screams out, “rat!”

You muffle a giggle behind your hand but Namjoon is much more professional. “Almost,” he encourages with a proud smile on his face.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, I know it! It’s, um… cat!”

The rest of the class goes by that way, and it feels like five minutes have passed when the school bell rings, although it must’ve been at least half an hour. They didn’t quite make it all the way around the circle, having too much fun watching each other act like animals to really even try guessing quickly, but you can tell Namjoon is too happy that they’re all energized about English to really care too much.

You watch the girl beside you pack up her stuff and shove it all into her neon pink backpack. You notice the backpack has characters drawn on in sharpie, and you recognize them to read In-je.

You remember your promise to her brother. “Uh, In-je?”

“Yes, teacher?” She blinks at you with wide eyes, and the same bone structure as her brother.

“I met In-jeong earlier. He asked me say hello to you.” She giggles happily, a slightly higher pitched version of her brother’s giggle. “My Korean is not good, I know. I think Korean is hard. You think English is hard, right?”

Her face crumples into a little pout. “English is very hard!”

You give her your softest smile. “I think we can help each other. You can help me my Korean, and I can help you your English.”

“Oh, please, unnie, that would be so nice!” She glances up as Namjoon approaches and squats down beside her with a frown on his face.

He rests his hand on her shoulder. “Now, In-je, you can’t call Teacher Y/n unnie. She’s much older than you and needs to be treated with respect.”

Before In-je can feel bad, you shake your head quickly. “No, no, Teacher Kim. In-je says me unnie because we are friends. We are friends, In-je?”

The brightest smile lights up her features as she launches herself off her chair and into your arms, agreeing emphatically and wrapping her arms tightly around your torso.

Namjoon raises his eyebrows at you with a bemused smile. You pat In-je’s back as she buries her face in your scarf, giving Namjoon a shrug and a grin back.

Once all the students clear out, you’re left in a quiet classroom with Namjoon. It’s lunch break for the kids, and you can hear the distant sounds of them screaming and laughing on the field, nowhere else to go since the school had no playground.

He thanks you for participating in the class, clearing up as he speaks in perfect, American-ized English. “They really loved you, I could tell. Normally when new people visit, they get all shy.” He looks over his shoulder from wiping down the blackboard and flicks you a knowing grin. “You’ve got a fan already. In-je was head over heels.”

You laugh dismissively. “Her brother asked me to help her with English. Said their parents were unhappy with her grades.”

He sighs and leans against the clean blackboard, butt resting on the little shelf at the bottom. “Oh, I worry about our In-je. Her parents are very strict. They can’t afford a good school, so they know she has to perform very well if she wants to get into a better high school.” He hums thoughtfully, sighing again. “It’s a lot of pressure for one little kid.”

“Sad.” You can’t think of anything better to say than that, though you know it’s not nearly enough.

He lifts his eyebrows and shrugs, pushing up off the blackboard and dusting his chalky hands off as he goes to leave the room. “Come with me, I’ll take you to the guy you’ll be living with. Nurse Park.”

You smile and follow, but your mind has screeched to a halt. Guy? Maybe it was sexist of you, but when the email read that a Nurse Park had offered to let you stay, you assumed it was a woman.

He leads you back towards the general reception area, where a small building is off to one side, on the other half of the school field to the classrooms you had just had a tour of. While from the outside it looks more like a shed, you can hear soothing classical music drifting out from the open door. Namjoon takes the steps before you, and you’re too preoccupied with the thought that you’d just signed up to live a year with a complete stranger that turned out to be a man that you didn’t even realize there were any steps, until your foot catches on the lip of the first one and you go pitching forward, hands flailing out to catch you.

You land on one wrist with more weight than the other, and it twists with a sharp pain as you do. Embarrassed beyond belief, you stumble up quickly, cradling your wrist, feeling your cheeks blaze.

Namjoon stares at you with wide eyes. “If there was ever a place to get injured, directly outside a clinic would be the one. You okay?”

You nod with a pained smile, biting hard on your lip to banish the tears building up in your eyes. He gives you a worried look, but disappears around the doorway anyway, inviting you to follow after him.

“…check it out to make sure it’s not serious.”

“Absolutely.”

When you enter, Namjoon’s obscuring the nurse’s face, and all you can see is a white shirt with red piping, and some white pants. Namjoon’s gesturing over his shoulder and speaking quietly, and he turns and steps aside as he hears you come in.

The moment he does, and you can see the man behind you, it’s like the sun breaking through a patch of cloud. Nurse Park is sitting on the inspection bench, one foot up on the shelving underneath, the other dangling off the side, and lounging back against the wall with a lollipop in his mouth like he owns the place.

He glances over at you, and sits up, pushing the lollipop to one side of his mouth, bulging his left cheek. “Did you fall over?” he asks you softly, and once he starts interacting with you instead of Namjoon, a wave of shyness seems to overcome him. He shakes his silvery hair forward, so it hangs a little over his eyes, and his eyes squint with a sweet smile.

You hold up your limp wrist to him, wincing slightly at the twinge of pain the motion causes.

“Let me take a look at it, sweetheart.” He shakes his head harshly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you sweetheart, old habit from talking with the kids. May I look at it?”

You give your assent, and he waves for you to come closer and sit on one of the chairs by the little storage cabinet in the corner. Once you do, he hops off the examination table, gesturing for Namjoon to take his place, and gives his lollipop once last hard suck before taking it out and dumping it in the trash.

Your eyes can’t help but fixate on the way it’s left his tongue and inner parts of his lips stained a deep red, and you force yourself to stop staring at his mouth and look him in the eyes as he grabs another chair and scoots in front of you, widening his knees around yours so he can get even closer.

You cough lightly and bite onto your lip as he tenderly holds onto your arm in one hand and your wrist itself in the other. He wiggles it methodically in all directions, eyes regularly coming up to inspect your face for any signs of discomfort.

It aches a little, sure, but the way your eyebrows are furrowed isn’t a result of pain, but the reaction to his startling proximity all of a sudden.

“Does this hurt? No, okay, does this hurt? And this?” Your eyes wander over the dewy skin of his cheeks and the gentle slope of his eyes as he gingerly pushes down on the muscles and bones in and around your wrist. When he’s satisfied, he gives the back of your hand a pat and lets you cradle it back against your chest. He says what it is, but you’re not familiar with the Korean word, so you just assume it’s not serious.

“…so I’ll give you an ice-pack, and you just hold it like you are now, up high against your chest to reduce swelling, and you’ll be just fine, okay? Good girl.”

Your cheeks blaze up again and your gaze shoots down to avoid his.

He makes a cute surprised sound. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I did it again. Here, let me get my keys and I can take you home.”

You swallow hard and nod at him. Maybe living with a guy for a year wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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The Oncoming Storm // BTS Hogwarts AU

Chapter 1 - Arrival

10:45 AM

Only fifteen minutes until the Hogwarts Express took off from the dreadful city. Yoongi walked away from the brick wall quickly as more and more families started piling in. His two large suitcases occupied both hands, and when asked for his ticket, he wasted time digging his pockets for the crumpled paper. He hates wasting time. After passing the checkpoint, he started loading the suitcases. But, he’s stopped midway of loading on his second when an aristocratic voice five feet away from him asks, “Isn’t it school regulation to only have one suitcase? Can’t be upstaging the poor mudbloods now, can we?” Yoongi turns to see his housemate Jimin smirking, his left hand in his trousers’ pocket. After fixing the second suitcase onto the train, Yoongi smirks at the younger boy and states, “Looking rather lavish for a train ride.” He stares at the all black ensemble Jimin donned, a tailor-made suite with Chanel broach attached against the breast pocket. “A muggle company? Thought you knew better?” “And, I thought you knew better. You know Chanel is owned by wizards now. Honestly, Min. I thought you would be dressed nicer. Must make a nice impression to all the drooling first years.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, and the two stepped onto the train to head towards the Slytherin compartments. Well… it isn’t necessarily theirs, but their house loves to stake claims. As the two took their seats in the compartment-less seats, Jimin began his idle small talk. Yoongi likes speaking to his younger housemate a lot, but at times, Jimin’s conversations bored him to tears. He mindlessly nodded appropriately to Jimin’s statements, looking out the window at the vast expanse of mountains. “You know I think squid ink is perfectly edible,” Jimin said, looking at Yoongi with piercing eyes. Yoongi nodded, but then the realization of the statement caused him to squint his eyes at Jimin. Jimin laughed and said, “You weren’t paying attention to me. And, there’s important things to be discussed. Namely,” Jimin paused and folded his hands across the table, “recruitment…” “Recruitment?” Yoongi asked impatiently. “For the dark lord,” Jimin said in a volume quieter than a whisper. Yoongi leaned back against his seat and shook his head. Jimin raised a brow at the reaction and elaborated, “No one’s asking you to join. I know how nonpartisan you are, but regardless, don’t get in the way of others joining.” “You mean you.” Yoongi sighed. “Jimin, you’re fifteen. Think practically.” “I am!” Jimin exclaimed, and the other Slytherins turned to stare at them. Yoongi held up his hands in apology and turned back to Jimin to glare at him. Jimin gritted out, “Listen, Min. I’ve looked at other options. I would rather jump off a roof than work for my father, and as far as a ballet career goes, I’m going to save myself the embarrassment. I have nothing going for me. My marks are barely nonexistent. This is my only option.” Yoongi flared his nostrils but didn’t say anything more to the boy. When the night settled in, the two went off to change into their school robes. Yoongi opted to keep his tie untied around his neck. He rested his head against his seat and noticed keenly Jimin’s clenched jaw the rest of the ride until they finally stopped at Hogsmeade station. Yoongi exited the train without Jimin in tow. Entering a random carriage, he saw that two boys were already seated, waiting for the carriage to move. Yoongi moved passed them to sit towards the edge closest to the thestrals. He loved the creatures ever since he began using the carriages in second year. When his father died at the hands of a muggle robber, Yoongi was only eight, and he perfectly comprehended what had happened. Shaking his head to take himself out of the foul memory, he looked back at the other boys more closely. One he recognized, the Head Boy. “Heard you were made head boy while I was in the Bahamas, Kim. My mother was rather upset by the fact that I wasn’t made prefect, but I do appreciate that a sensible person was made head boy,” he said with a smirk. The boy in question chuckled and replied, “Please, Min, call me Seokjin. Namjoon over here was giving me the most confused expression.” The other boy blushed and went back to reading his book. “Oh, this isn’t the first time, Namjoon, ease up. British culture doesn’t suit Korean names now, does it?” He gave a squeaky laugh that was contagious enough to elicit a small chuckle from Yoongi. The carriage took off a few minutes later, and the more Seokjin talked, the more Yoongi wondered why he wasn’t friends with him sooner. But, the glaring, red emblem on his school robes was enough reason. The three stepped off the carriage and headed off to the dining hall.

It was late in the evening, but Yoongi didn’t have any desire to sleep. He gazed at the flames in the fireplace and thought of the upcoming war. There was no point in denying it; any sensible person could sense it coming. He really wanted to lay out all his anger on Jimin, but it would just drive the younger boy faster into a deep descent. There had to be a better approach in convincing him to not sell his soul to a half-blood dark lord with empty promises.

Yoongi rubbed his face and sighed. He got up from the couch, and the hearth immediately lost its flames. Quietly going up to his dormitory, he took out his larger second suitcase from under his bed. He unclasped the suitcase to reveal piles of sheet music, organized of course. One stack were the classics, another modern, separated by decades, and the last of his own pieces. A sensible wizard would have shrunk them to fit into a pocket, but Yoongi feared for the fragility of the paper. He grabbed some pieces and creeped out of the common room, quickly casting a Disillusionment Charm over himself. Making his way all the way up to the Room of Requirement, he paced in front of the area, and an ornate door appeared after a few moments. It was a bare room aside from one grand piano made of a deep brown wood with no added lacquer. Spiral designs went up the feet and along the wood closest to the ivory keys. A little too ¬wood-nymph for Yoongi’s tastes, but it was better than nothing. He set Chopin Nocturne op.9 no.2 in front of him and began playing the mellow tune, his fingers gliding across the keys. He breathed deeply as he pressed the pedal and felt the music consume him. Immediately, he was transported to his family home, his father playing the piano in front of him early Christmas morning when he was seven. He had unwrapped his final present of the day, from a distant cousin of his. A child’s racing broom, very expensive, as he recalled. His father smiled at the joy in his son’s eyes until he saw his wife coming into the room. He abruptly stopped playing the piano, and Yoongi was taken out of the memory. He stopped playing the song at the exact moment his father had.

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meowgetsproductive · 4 years

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Getting back on your feet. Resetting. Day 1

Technically it’s day 15 of my 365 challenge/new year resolutions. However, like most of you, I ran out of steam and flopped my resolutions.

Today marks a reset to day 1. I don’t see flopping as an excuse to give up the challenge. Maybe I can’t do it for the full 365 days in a row. But maybe I can do it for two days in a row, or ten, or a month. In any case, I hope to have figured it out by December.

The 365 challenge is:

Projects 1) Edit or write 1000 words a day (currently: M39 Novel) 2) Go to gym every 2nd day (current: pass fitness test) 3) Do one course exercise a day (current: Artist’s Way) 4) Progress 1 chore a day (current: renew passport)

Habits 5) write morning diary daily (emotions) 6) stretch daily (body) 7) Meditate daily (spirit)

I’m restarting this blog to share the journey with you. Why not restart your resolutions now? Or set some if you haven’t yet, for an exciting year of growth.

So, where I’m at right now, is I’ve just awoken from burnout.

I couldn’t string two words together, much less write heartfelt 1000 words of my novel. Yesterday, I had a trip to meet my boyfriend’s parents. Sitting in front of two well-meaning strangers, being asked simple questions like "what do you do?” had me in stumps.

The parents meant my profession but I was thinking about something much more mundane.

What was I doing day to day?

Burnout is a horrible thing. It robs you of inspiration, creativity, and creates an unfillable void in your chest. Nothing feels good enough, good enough to try. Nothing is exciting. I’ve been reading day after day, all day, trying to fill that emptiness in my soul.

That trip to see “the parents” made me look at myself as an outsider. I didn’t like what I saw.

What the hell was I doing with my life? It’s only been two weeks of the resolutions and I all but forgotten them! I have lost myself, letting entropy and the lack of energy dictate my life.

So today, the start of Day 1, I am restarting this blog and getting myself into gear. Gently.

I urge anyone starting out to treat yourself gently, like a new student. To get back on your feet you need encouragement, not harsh blows of criticism.

Today’s all about getting back to our feet. Gently.

I’m typing this blog as I go, because I need gentle encouragement. Baby steps.

First thing I’m gonna do is have breakfast. Luckily I have eggs in the fridge. I did say today marks the start of Day 1. Forget the resolutions for now. Even doing breakfast feels hard.

For breakfast, I made 2 eggs with leftover tofu and spinach from who knows how long ago, and packaged miso soup. I have miso soup every day, so it’s a typical breakfast for me. You shouldn’t try to make anything fancy. A jam on toast is fine. the point is to eat something that gives you energy to start the day. It’s hard to function when you’re low AND have no physical energy either. So we start with breakfast. I also made a banana smoothie in a blender to snack on as I go.

Next, I’m gonna tidy up my room. I live in a share house and my bedroom doubles up as my study and entertainment and library. I have piles of washing on my bed, plates on my table, pillows on the floor, random plastic bags of stuff that I barely remember dumping by the bed to be dealt with later. I have so much stuff that I can barely breathe. I need orderliness to think, and right now, my surroundings make me feel anxious and suffocated.

I’m not gonna clean up the whole place, that is too much effort. But I took the dishes and cups to the kitchen. I have put scattered books into stacks so they’re out of the way. I put all used tissues in the bin.The biggest eyesore are clothes. Seeing clothes on the floor makes me feel out of control. I have two baskets where I sort used clothes instead of just throwing them on the floor. I put exercise clothes in one basket under the bed, while lounge clothes went in the other. It didn’t take long. The one thing that did take time was folding the laundry. It took time but it was worth it for the sense of freedom of my room clothes-free. Just remember, we want to create a sense of peace and serenity, so that you can get on with your day. Maybe you don’t mind your clothes on the floor, maybe for you it’s cleaning up that really ugly stain that bugs you. Or that shutter making an infernal rattling noise that you couldn’t been bothered to fix. Get your peace of mind. Fix it.

I put on some nice music while I tidied. When I was done, I lighted a scented candle to cheer up the place with a nice scent. Maybe play a victory tune to celebrate if that’s your thing.

The tidying took up more energy than I was prepared, and I feel wiped out. I haven’t even started on my daily seven yet. I just feel like collapsing with a book and not getting up again.

Luckily for me, there is one item on my daily seven that invigorates me when I remember to do it. It’s number five, the diary.

Now my diary isn’t like a normal record of the day diary that most people use. My diary are the morning pages from Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way. All I do is write out my worries. That’s when it works best. Sometimes I don’t know what’s bugging me and writing it long hand helps me figure it out. Sometimes I can’t think of a worry, then I write whatever is on my mind, stream-of-consciousness style. The point isn’t to list all your worries, but to let out of your chest whatever is gripping you. Sometimes it’s the excitement of a new idea, and I have written little scene sketches in the diary too. Dreams. To-dos. Battle plans before meeting The Parents. There is no wrong way to do the diary as long as you write whatever comes to mind, not stopping. “I don’t know what to write now...” is something I see too.

I did this diary for 2 pages of my large notebook, which is roughly 22 minutes. And that takes of item number five on my daily seven.

5) write morning diary daily (emotions)

I give myself a sticker for each of the seven that I complete. It cheers me up and brings a little bit of joy into my day.

In my morning pages diary, I realised that each of the items isn’t hard. The illusion of it is. It seems hard, but once you start doing, it’s actually not that hard to do the task in the moment. Stretching isn’t hard. Thinking about doing stretching, about how much time and energy it takes and that I’d have to get up and start moving and that I’ll never be flexible so what’s the use, is what keeps me stuck dead. The key is not succumbing to the illusion of difficulty, and just starting. Once I start, the task will take care of itself. 10 minutes meditation is nothing. But thinking about sitting there trying not to think and how my back always aches, is the enemy.

My advice is, start the thing. Don’t think about starting the thing. Start doing the thing. If it’s gym, get dressed and out the door. Start doing it. No debating allowed!

I’ll meditate next. Another thing that often remains undone, because it’s boring.

I find meditating boring.

Sitting without thoughts, experiencing time without beginning or end is very hard for me. I’m very good at imagining stuff, such as cleansing the chakras or directing energy in my mind. Sitting quietly with a silent mind, 10 minutes seem to go on on FOREVER.

All right, fine. Start. Not deliberate. I’m going.

I sat on a cushion and set alarm for ten minutes.

Ohh, it started off well enough. Then I got really restless. I started counting my breaths to 10, which really helped. Then after some time, my thoughts went wild. I was deciding which movie to watch tonight as my reward for doing so well, Dr Strange or Iron Man. Those are my favourite movies. Also I was thinking that I was gonna finish early today, and how early was early? At which point I realised I’ve had a pop song playing in my mind’s background for some time. Ugh.

Ten minutes felt long, but I lasted the whole time and now I feel so happy and proud of myself! I have done the meditation for today, item seven. Another sticker. Yay!

The benefits of meditation are numerous, but the benefits don’t kick in until several months in, same as gym. It took my brother 3 months of gym before he began to look great. I’ve just started gym and meditation myself on New Years Day, so it’ll take some time for my mind to center and my body to look great. Today’s a great day to start!

7) Meditate daily (spirit)

Well, I feel like I’m on a roll with my daily habits, so I’m feeling inspired to do the 10 min stretching. I’ve already done morning diary and meditation, stretching feels like a piece of cake! (See how small steps inspire more small steps? I’m all fired up!)

I put up some music, set the timer, and bam! Done. Three stickers today. The amount of bones I cracked was embarrassing.

Why do I resist stretching so much? Again, it takes time, even if it’s just 10 minutes. It’s boring, even if I put on music. Plus it hurts when I’m sore or I try the splits. Then why do it? Because doing something like a ten minute stretch helps keep flexibility and freedom of movement for life. Like all good things, the tangible benefits don’t kick in until later in life. (I’m beginning to see a pattern here).

6) stretch daily (body) Done!

That’s the Habits triad done. Yay for emotions/body/spirit!

Where’s the mind, you may ask? Well, the rest of the daily tasks are mind-heavy. Writing, gym, course exercise and chores tend to draw heavily on intellect. They make my brain flex.

Writing draws heavily on all areas.

Going to gym is as much a mental battle as physical exertion is.

By now, I’ve done the easy items on the list, the ones that take 10 minutes max. Doing it this way was semi-deliberate. I need easy wins right now to feel empowered. Attempting something like number one: writing, would be too overwhelming for me. Thanks to starting with the small items, I feel accomplished, I feel confident about getting more items done, I feel cheerful and I have what I feel like lots of energy (stretching could be at play for the energy boost).

Next, I feel like tackling the easiest item on the Projects list. Which is number four, the chore of passport renewal.

All I have to do for passport renewal is to load the official form onto USB and print it, get two passport photos, and go to post office to pay a fee and lodge the form and the photos.

The due date is tomorrow. I’ve been putting it off for a month.

The reason is, I am hesitant about taking that photo. I currently have long-ish hair at my boyfriend’s request, but I normally keep it short. I don’t want long hair in my passport photo. I have been procrastinating getting a haircut (and hurting my boyfriend’s feelings), yet I wasn’t comfortable taking a long-haired photo. That would be ten years staring at a photo that screams “not me”.

Some of you might be thinking “Gal, it’s your hair, you don’t have to do what your boyfriend says!”. I agree. This time, however, it’s not a bother to keep my hair long. I don’t care that it’s long right now (and I like that my boyfriend appreciates it), I just don’t want my hair long in my passport photo.

Alas, I’ve decided as I’m typing this this that I’ve left the decision for too long, and I’m worried about the paperwork expiring tomorrow if I don’t do something now. So, I’m gonna find that passport form and put it on USB, then fix myself for going out (long hair and all), and see if I can take the photo at the post office directly rather than getting someone to do it for me and then rushing to a printing shop last minute (for all of you who can print at home, I am jealous and I salute you!).

Finding an empty USB and loading the doc there took less than thirty seconds.

The getting ready didn’t take too long because I had met The Parents yesterday and so I was all clean. I wore the same clothes cuz I just needed to do the photo, not please people.

Doing well so far.

At the post office, the lady told me they don’t do printing. While they could do the photo, they can’t print my form to finalise the process.

I envy you, printer-owners.

I contacted a relative to see if I can use their printer, and also if they can do my photo. It would same me money if my relative could print the photo for free. They said okay.

Turns out the passport photo couldn’t be printed via inkjet printer. I only printed the form at the relative’s.

Then I drove back to post office, did the photo, and submitted the whole thing.

I’m so tired now. This recovery thing is hard.

Or maybe that’s cuz it’s early dinnertime and I haven’t had lunch yet.

4) Progress 1 chore a day (current: renew passport)

I’m gonna make some food next. It’s not dinner, not lunch, but something in-between.

I made a sandwich for that meal. Again, I wasn’t going for fancy, since I’m so low on energy.

While having lunch and talking to my brother, I have randomly uncovered an answer for a touch writing problem I’ve been having about some critique I’ve gotten. I was so inspired by this insight that I worked on the solution for about two hours, which resulted in about 2,500 words. That covers number one on the resolutions list, quite by accident.

I love when success begets more success.

1) Edit or write 1000 words a day (currently: M39 Novel)

Now it is late, and I’ve been sitting down for most of the day. Plus the gym rush has ended. A great time to head out to gym.

I didn’t stay long in the gym, only 40 minutes, 20 of which was walking on treadmill. Baby steps, remember?

2) Go to gym every 2nd day (current: pass fitness test)

By the time I got back and took a shower, it was 10pm. I still have one item not done.

This leaves only one item not yet attempted, and that is item two, the course exercise (for the Artist’s way). It takes only 5 min. I remember that all exercises for week 11 in the book are lengthy. I don’t think I can easily do any of them. So, I’m gonna do the trick I do for really difficult tasks, or tasks I’m really scared of.

I set a timer for 10 minutes.

In that time, I’m gonna read the exercises and see if I can do any today. If not, I’m going to pick one and write up a list of materials I’ll need, or do a search if the exercise asks me to contact people etc. Basically, I’m gonna spend the 10 minutes trying to progress something somewhere.

10 min. Go!

I could do one exercise. It was massive. I had to list 10 wishes in 7 areas of health, possessions, relationships etc... I only got through the heath, possessions and leisure in 10 minutes, and I thought I was coming up with wishes pretty fast. Those course exercises aren’t quick!

However it does accomplish my daily resolution of progressing a course exercise by a minimum of 10 minutes. Yay!

3) Do one course exercise a day (current: Artist’s Way)

This means I did all 7 resolutions! Hooray!

I gave myself a special sticker to celebrate!

But it did take me a full day, from breakfast to 10:30pm to do all seven, and I didn’t have any obligations today. If you have work or are looking after kids, then maybe try for one resolution a day. I definitely don’t want to be spending an entire day tomorrow doing just the resolutions. I’d like to do other things too. But today I wanted to start it easy and so I didn’t plan any other things so that I had plenty of time to do the resolutions.

I hope that once I’m more at the rolling stage, I can achieve all the resolutions in a single 3-4h evening. If you have a lot of resolutions and you’re struggling, do the math to figure out what is realistic. My resolutions take a total of 3 hours 20 minutes as a minimum (items 3 to 7 are ten 10minutes each, to a total of 50 min. Gym takes about an hour. Writing is variable, but 1 hour for 1,000 words sounds reasonable. Plus add a minimum of 5 minutes between each activity. Seven activities require six breaks, a total of 30 min). So, a theoretical 3 hour 20 minutes worth of tasks took me 12+ hours to do today. Again, be gentle with yourself.

What are your resolutions for today? I wish you success, good luck and good cheer!

Meowgetsproductive

#NewYearsResolution #life goals

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whereisthefood123 · 5 years

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And you are...?

A/N: Hey everyone! this was a request made a long time ago by @bianww and seemed very fitting for this year's gajevy day ❤ hope you enjoy it! haha sorry Bian for taking forever to do it! As usual huge shout out to @ranunculusfox for beta reading this! thank you dear!

Modern AU

Request: Gajevy blind date

Word count: 3.7k

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Gajeel hated his current situation. More so, he hated Natsu the most. It wasn't enough that his pink haired cousin decided to finally propose to his girlfriend, but Natsu had gone full groomzilla mode, much to everyone's surprise and dismay, bugging all his cousins to have someone decent as their partners for the wedding.

And of course, the only one fucked by that demand was Gajeel.

Sting and Rogue had their respective partners for a long time now. Everyone was surprised that Natsu jumped the boat first than them but no one was really pressuring the two brothers as they were the younger from the cousins after Wendy. Laxus dared to make a joke that he was going to take one or two of his one night stands to the wedding for fun. Natsu about chewed his head off until he promised he would take Mira, his oldest friend. Then there was Wendy but she could have avoided the bullet as she's the favorite out of all the cousins. Nonetheless, she pleased Natsu by telling him she would take Romeo to the wedding. The poor boy swore on his life that he had no ill intentions with Wendy and that he would be the best gentleman he could be after all the cousins rounded on him one afternoon after classes. And finally, Cobra had surprised everyone when he revealed he had been dating this nice girl for about 3 years already and that he would take her to the wedding.

So, all the cousins were set with their partners but Gajeel. He tried to escape Natsu's wrath by saying Lily would go with him but the groom-to-be had already gotten the confirmation from Lily that he would go to the wedding with a plus one.

Fucking traitor.

So, to ease Natsu, because he was honestly driving everyone crazy at the home and at work, Gajeel agreed to the stupidest shit he had ever done in his life.

A blind date.

The fuckard didn't even show him a picture of the girl he was supposed to meet in 10 min at the coffee shop. He said something about Gajeel being too eager to judge people based on their looks. Da fuck. He didn't judge others, Gajeel was just really good at reading people. It was a gift when it came to dealing with stupid customers at the mechanic shop, but truthfully, it had made Gajeel more wary when dating someone.

Too prude.

Too crazy.

She'll call the cops once she sees me.

Gajeel knew he was just using any excuse to avoid dating, but who could blame him. It was just so boresome to pretend you're interested in someone you just met, and the stupid relationship drama seem greatly unappealing to him.

But now, there was no escape for him. Natsu had set this date up and the girl would be waiting for him at the coffee shop. And even when Gajeel was an asshole, he wasn't the type to stand up a girl on a date.

No, he had manners. He would order his coffee to go and approach the girl at the table. If she even asked about his cup, he would brush it off saying that the barista fucked up his order. He would then give the date 10 min or so, so it wouldn't be too obvious when his alarm would go off and he will pick his phone up pretending that it was an important call from work. If she made a scene it would be more than obvious that the girl was not for him. Who the fuck would make a scene after someone tells you they have an emergency at work, right? Either way, Gajeel would go out the door to never see the girl again.

He would still need a plan to ease Natsu's wrath, but he was dealing with one step at a time.

Gajeel entered the coffee shop and went straight to the counter to order his black coffee to go. As he waited, he tried to remember the little details Natsu had revealed about the girl he was supposed to meet.

"Her hair is a unique color."

"She's short."

"I think she likes books."

Natsu wasn't the most brilliant person when describing other people. Mavis bless the woman that had agreed to marry his idiot cousin. Besides, he did mention that this girl was a friend of a friend, so he might had gotten some of the details wrong or forgotten other ones.

Gajeel sighed. He just hoped there were not a lot of girls sitting by themselves, so he wouldn't made a fool of himself multiple times. Or get kicked out of the coffee shop by the police for acting like a creep. Not like it hadn't happened before.

Gajeel looked around the coffee shop and spotted a group of friends sitting at a table to his right, some other customers were seated at the counter next to the window. He saw a girl with hair a less ridiculous shade of pink than Natsu's and scoffed thinking that it might be getting popular to dye your hair pink. She was by herself but didn't really looked like she was short or that she was waiting on anyone, so he decided to let her be. He kept surveying around until his eyes landed on the far-left corner of the shop.

By the window, a girl sat curled in one of the love seats, enjoying the sun rays that filtered through the crystal framing her heart shaped face and kissed her pearly skin. On the coffee table in front of her lay a pile of books and a grey mug with pink lipstick on the rim of the cup that matched the one on her plump lips. Her hazel eyes trailed over the words on the book she held close to her and Gajeel swore he saw an infinite number of emotions dance behind those beautiful orbs. She flipped to the next page and fixed one sky-blue strand of her curly hair that had escaped her yellow bandanna behind her ear. She bit her bottom lip and a tiny smile tilted the corner of her mouth. She was gorgeous and Gajeel forgot how to breathe or think. His mind was completely consumed by the blue haired woman and he wondered if maybe he was so fucking lucky that she might be his date.

Something stirred in his gut. Gajeel started feeling embarrassed and so fucking nervous. This is why he never liked dating, because he would more often than not be stupidly rude to the girl or make a fool of himself. He swallowed hard and played with the coins in his pocket.

As she bit her lip again, Gajeel groaned inwardly. He wondered how those lips would taste, he wondered how beautifully she would moan as he would lavish those plump lips of her as his hands would roam over her curves-

"Here's your order sir. Black coffee to go." Gajeel was startled out of his daydream by the barista who not so subtly snickered at the obvious blush on the man's face.

"Thanks," Gajeel grumbled quietly and his gaze returned to the blue haired woman. She matched all the vague descriptions that Natsu had given him and for Mavis Gajeel really wished that she was the girl set up in a date with him. She was by herself too and the empty love seat across the coffee table from her was the only indication that she might be waiting on someone.

Gajeel found himself moving to stand next to her before he even had anything in mind to say to introduce himself without looking like a creep. Nonetheless, she didn't seem to notice him as she continued with her book. Gajeel shifted on his feet and cleared his throat loudly to catch her attention. She blinked rapidly like a spell had been lifted from her and then she noticed for the first time the tall broad man that stood next to her.

Her eyes widened as she tilted her head as far back as she could to see the man's face. How freaking tall is this guy?!

Gajeel sure expected the woman to freak out or at least get startled once her eyes reached his face. With his red eyes, his unruly black hair that he had tried to tame for today's date and all the piercings that adorned his face, he was sure fear would cross through those hazel eyes that hid no emotion to the spectator. He braced himself for the high-pitched shrill that would surely escape from her, but when her eyes met his she remained silent, her mouth forming a small "o" that lacked all the fear he was expecting and displayed all the surprise of a small kid that had discovered something new and intriguing. There was no fear in her eyes either. She seemed surprisingly... curious.

That was definitely a first for Gajeel as he tried to hold his gaze on hers, feeling like he wanted to shrink on himself at her curious scrutiny. Her hazel eyes seemed to bore into his soul and Gajeel had never felt so bare to anyone else in his life than to this woman. She was intriguing to say the least and all this silence was driving Gajeel mad. So, he blurted the first words that crossed his mind.

"Quit with the staring, Shortstuff." Ah, it seemed that today was the stupidly rude attitude on Gajeel's part and he wanted to slap himself as the woman almost flinched from his gruff voice. But then…

"I'm not that short you know!" She stood up and he realized that she was indeed quite short. But he found her to be more adorable then. She got into Gajeel's space and he took a step back from the intimidating woman that blazed like sunfire. Her blue curls bounced when she lifted her chin high up and poked him in the chest. "You just happen to be stupidly tall!"

Her eyes shone with a raging fire he had never encountered before and Gajeel wanted nothing more than to kiss her in that moment. She was definitely feisty and didn't care at all about Gajeel's intimidating looks as she stood her ground, crossing her arms over her chest to make herself bigger. And Mavis, she had become the biggest thing in Gajeel's mind in that moment.

So, her height was a sensitive topic for her, eh? Gajeel stood up straighter then, puffing out his chest and he adored how a blush that had nothing to do with her anger dusted her cheeks. But as she "hmpf" and lifted her chin higher as if grasping at every single inch of height she could Gajeel couldn't help but laugh. Loudly.

"Gihihihi!" He clutched his sides as he bent over from laughter. His coffee had been abandoned at the coffee table as a precaution to not spill it all over himself as he roared with his laughter and his body shook in amusement. The other customers turned to look at the scene of a pouting blue-haired woman and a tough guy laughing like a maniac. Some curious glances lingered longer on them, but the couple didn't seem to care at all.

Gajeel took a deep breath, trying to reign control on his mirth. Geez, how long had it been since he had laughed this way? The girl tried to grasp at her anger a little bit more, but the weird laugh of this guy was oddly contagious that she couldn't help the small smile that betrayed her fury.

Gajeel wiped away the tears at the corner of his eye and chuckled one last time before his gaze returned to the girl. She huffed, pretending to be annoyed again but having some trouble to keep mad at this stranger.

"You're mean, you know?" The mirth that hid at the corner of her eyes told him it was not an insult thrown his way.

"Heh, I've been called worse." He shrugged, and a tiny almost invisible smile tilted his lips. She caught it before it was gone and spiked her intrigue even more. "Is this seat taken?" Gajeel pointed to the empty love seat across her and swallowed hard, hoping she wouldn't notice the eager note in his voice.

"Uhm, actually." She bit her lip and her brows creased in apology, "I'm waiting on someone, sorry."

"Ah." Gajeel hid his hurt by sipping on his coffee. Somehow, the bitter taste of the beverage tasted sweet compared to the feeling that settled heavy on his tongue. "That's alright. I'm actually looking for someone. Stupid as it is, I'm here on a blind date."

Gajeel was never one to talk much, and less to people he had just met, but the words almost blurted out of his mouth before his mind could registered it happening. Her eyes widened in response and she chuckled as her gaze softened on him. "A blind date, eh? Me too. I-I'm waiting on the guy now."

"Ah." Hope bloomed in his rib cage leaving him lightheaded. For once Natsu had done something right in his goddamn life. "My idiot cousin wouldn't show me a pic of the girl, but you fit the description he gave me. Short, unique hair and book lover." He looked over the table and just noticed the additional pile of books that were underneath it. Holy shit, this girl really likes to read!

Her gaze hardened, and she was about to chew him off for mocking her height again when recognition flashed over her eyes. "Wait." She drew back and looked him over once again, the gears in her mind connecting the dots. "My friend didn't show me a photo of the guy either." A soft smile settled on her lips and she visibly relaxed. "I'm guessing you're the tall, vibrant-eyes, peculiar-face guy then?"

"Peculiar face?" He quirked a pierced eyebrow. The fuck was that kinda description?

"Well, not everyone has their face heavily pierced like you." Gajeel felt self-conscious then. Did she not like his piercings? "But," she continued, "I think they suit you just fine." And then she smiled at him and Gajeel swore to kiss Natsu's feet for arranging this date with the most gorgeous woman in this whole damn universe.

He let go of a breath he didn't notice he was holding and pointed to the empty seat again. "So?" She giggled and nodded her head for him to take the seat. Gajeel had never heard a laugh so beautiful and sweet and something deep within him wanted to hear that laugh for the rest of his life.

"I'm Levy, by the way."

Levy. The name tasted sweet as he repeated it in his mind.

"Ah. Gajeel." He smirked.

She extended her hand and he wrapped his around hers, marveling at the size difference. Her skin was so soft in his calloused touch. She was so delicate and beautiful that he had the strongest urge to protect her, to wrap her in his arms and horde her away from the world so no one could harm her. And yet, she was a force to be reckoned, a little spitfire with a quick tongue and blazing eyes. She was an enigma to him and Gajeel wanted to spend his life figuring her out.

As he took his seat he wondered if there had been any other moment in his life where he had felt such peace. It was so strange. Less than 30 minutes ago he had been dreading this date and now he felt like his life had suddenly shifted. It was stupid to think that after talking with this tiny woman for 10 minutes his life had brightened, but there was no other way Gajeel could wrap his head around this odd but pleasing feeling. He wanted to know her more, to make her happy.

"So Gajeel, you-" A shrill interrupted her question. Gajeel cursed under his breath for forgetting his phone alarm that was going to get him out of this date. He wanted nothing more that stay as long as he could. He quickly took out his phone and dismissed the alarm.

"Sorry, I-"

"Work emergency?" she questioned and something sad pulled at the corner of her eyes.

"What? No! No," he corrected quickly, panicking over upsetting Levy. "I just fucked up with my alarms that's all."

Her eyes narrowed in disbelief but settled back into her seat as she shrugged. "It was a solid plan though."

"Uh?"

"Well, the coffee to go and then the alarm? You were planning on ditching the date, right?" His red eyes widened in shock. Is this girl psychic?!

She giggled at his shocked expression and continued, "I'm not sure why, but you don't come off like the type of guy who dates a lot." She gave him a sheepish smile. "I usually do something similar but use the family emergency card instead." She giggled again.

"Heh? Is that so?" He smiled softly at her and enjoyed how she blushed at the gesture. "So shortstuff, is there going to be a family emergency today?"

Her gaze darkened at the nickname and he enjoyed how easily it was to push her buttons. Then she smiled and tucked her legs under her. "I don't think so. And you?" There was a hopeful note in her voice and tension settled subtly on her shoulders as the question hung between them.

"Not a chance." He smirked, and his red eyes shone with emotions he was trying to figure out. The smile she gave him in return was dazzling and Gajeel looked aside to cover the blush that spread over his face. "Uhm, I'm gonna grab a muffin or something cuz I'm starving. Want something?"

"A black coffee would be nice, thank you."

He grunted in response as he stood up to order his food and her coffee. As he waited in line he sneaked a glance at Levy. She was in the same position as he saw her before introducing himself. The light framed her breathtaking features as her hazel gaze got lost in the pages of her book. Gajeel felt his insides flutter in an indescribable way that had him almost clenching his hand over his heart at the rapid beating in his chest. She made him feel so much and he felt a tad bit uncomfortable with such strange reactions he was getting from his body, but he welcomed all these feelings, because something about her made him feel whole, made him feel at peace and Mavis he had never felt this way with anyone before.

As Levy felt Gajeel's gaze on her, her eyes sought for him at the line by the counter. When she met his red irises, she smiled sweetly. He returned it with his own gentle smile. When he turned back to pay for their order, Levy took out her phone and quickly sent a text to Mira.

Thank you so much for this. He's great! ❤ talk to you later!

She put away her phone and missed Mira's reply.

! You got this Levy! Tell me all the juicy details later~

Bickslow hurriedly entered the coffee shop. He was beyond fucked! He was incredibly late to the stupid blind date Mira had set for him. He just hoped that Mira's friend was still there and that she wouldn't be pissed at him for being so late.

He checked his phone and started looking around for the blue haired girl that was supposed to be his date. Laughter caught his attention and he saw the girl he was looking for at the far left of the coffee shop. There he found the Mira's friend, but she seemed to be having a really good time with the black haired man sitting in front of her. His date seemed to have gotten herself her own date and she was enjoying it to the fullest.

Bickslow smiled. He was fine with that but just worried about Mira's rage for ruining her matchmaking plan. Well, she wouldn't be so mad if he got her some new gossip, right?

He took out his cellphone and took a quick picture of the couple. He looked at it and he had to admit that they looked really cute and happy together. The girl was smiling a mile a minute and the guy had that soft look you only get to see a handful of time.

Bickslow wrote a text to Mira and sent the picture with it.

I just arrived at the coffee shop but seems that your baby blue already got herself her man.

He put away his phone and ordered a sandwich. As he looked for a place to sit, he spotted a girl with pink hair over the counter by the window and luckily for him the seat next to her was empty. He tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention and she took off her headphones and turned her gaze to the man.

"Hey darling, is this seat taken?"

She turned her eyes to the black-haired man that roared in laughter at something the blue-haired girl just said. Her eyes softened and looked back at Bickslow, shaking her head no. "Not anymore, go ahead." She smiled sweetly and Bickslow returned the gesture with a grin.

"Heh, just my luck that my date got herself someone else." He laughed starting a random conversation with the pink-haired girl who giggled in return.

"Same happened to me actually." She turned to look at the couple at the far left before giggling again.

"Really? You and that guy?" He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"Blind date set up by some friends. But they warned me he didn't know what I looked like."

"Heh! Lots of coincidence then. Baby blue over there was supposed to be my blind date too." He laughed. This girl was very easy to get along with and she had such a nice vibe to her that Bickslow wondered if they had indeed been very lucky to mix up the set-up dates.

"I'm Meredy." She extended her hand and he gladly took it.

"Bickslow." He said between bites of his sandwich.

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading! Please let me know your thoughts on this ❤ it was really fun and cute to write it :D I still got some WIPs from fallfest and the last chapter for Posibilidad but now I'm done with uni for the meantime so I can focus a bit more on writing :D

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Rose; a preview

Title: Rose

Rating: preview is T-M

Group: BTS

Ship: Yoongi x Taehyung

Trigger Warning: implications of prostitution, rapey language, f-slur

Summary: Min Yoongi stumbles upon an auction for genetically created people--also known as GEs--and impulsively buys one to save him. It's not until they both get to Yoongi's apartment that he realised what he'd done.

Yoongi tried not to glance at the clock for the umpteenth time as he impatiently waited for his shift to finish. He’d been standing in the middle of the art store he worked at trying to explain the difference between Conté and charcoal to an older lady who obviously didn’t know the first thing about art. This was one of the things that annoyed him most about working here. Too many people just coming in and just buying whatever without knowing the medium. You wouldn’t go into a music store and just buy some random instrument without knowing what you’re getting yourself into. Yoongi let out a quiet sigh, hoping that the woman didn’t think that he was sighing at her. The last thing he needed was for her to complain to his boss on the day he gets paid.

Despite Yoongi having just spent the past 10 minutes explaining in detail the difference between the mediums as well as the type of paper that works best with each and the immense importance of fixatives since both mediums smear super easily, the woman ended up walking out of the shop with charcoal, the cheapest sketch pad in the store, and no fucking fixative. Normally Yoongi would protest to this, but he just wants to get his pay card and go home. Let her ruin all of her drawings. Maybe today will be the day that he’ll finally get over his art block and complete a drawing for the first time in months. Unlikely but Yoongi believes in miracles.

As soon as his boss came to relieve him, Yoongi all but sprinted into the back room to grab his things. He shoved his phone into his pants pockets and walked up to the screen on the wall and waited for his ID chip to be scanned. After a few seconds, a small transparent card slid out of the slot below the screen. Yoongi grabbed it and glanced at the luminescent numbers telling him how much he’d made. He placed that in his pocket as well and walked out the back door of the shop. The shop just so happened to be in the biggest marketplace in the region and there was some event was happening so the streets were packed with more people than usual. During days like this, Yoongi would usually take an alternate route to get home but something compelled him to check what the event was today. Call it curiosity or whatever.

As he got closer, he saw what everyone was gathering towards and Yoongi almost stopped dead in his tracks. An auction. Yoongi could clearly see a group of people on pedestals waiting to be sold. It made him sick to his stomach to see it. It wasn’t like Yoongi was completely oblivious to auctions and the selling of GEs. It was often advertised everywhere but this was his first time seeing one. Hell, it was his first time seeing a GE in person. Usually, you’d see them in movies or in advertisements. But rarely in a place like this. These weren’t like the ones you’d see flaunted by the rich. These were tossed out onto the streets for one reason or another and collected by traders.

GE simply stood for Genetically Engineered and describe the people who were created entirely within a lab. Each one was created specially for whichever rich person was willing to pay the price. The buyer had complete control over how they wanted them to look, down to the smallest of details. The one thing they couldn’t engineer, however, was their personality. When you give someone sentience, they do tend to develop their own thoughts and feelings, wants, and dreams. Yoongi couldn’t help but find this absolutely fascinating but some people tended to think otherwise. If they didn’t like the personality, then the GE was thrown out. They all ended here, in the auctions where they’ll be sold for much less than they’re worth.

Yoongi hadn’t noticed that he’d continued walking towards the auction while he was lost in his thoughts until he made eye-contact with one of the GEs who was right in front of him. Yoongi swallowed a gasp as his breath was knocked out of him. The first thing that caught his eye was the colour pink. Not the obnoxious or loud colour of hot pink, no. This was a lovely and soft pink; the colour of roses. The man in front of him was simply beautiful and Yoongi felt as if his world had burst with colour for the first time. There was so much to take in and Yoongi knew that he had to immediately draw the man to capture this memory, but he also knew that no drawing could ever do the man justice. Yoongi’s eyes bounced to the fluffy pink hair that fell down his forehead towards his matching eyes. When the man tilted his head at Yoongi, his cheeks shimmered with a light pink highlighter that contrasted beautifully with his tan skin. No doubt that this “highlighter” was a natural part of his skin and not just makeup. Yoongi couldn’t focus on one thing for too long as another thing caught his eye. Lovely plump lips were parted in surprise, a thick diamond choker glistened around his neck, sharp collarbone was on display as his jacket laid open. Said jacket was a thing by itself. Yoongi didn’t know the first thing about clothing but he couldn’t help but think about how beautiful it looked on him. From where the jacket was parted, Yoongi could see a lacey bralette. The jacket was stark white with long tassels hanging down past the man’s hands. A flowing skirt covered the man’s long legs. Yoongi looked back up to study the man’s face again, eager to memorise it to recreate later when he noticed that the man was looking back at him. He was so entranced by his beauty that he never noticed. Yoongi felt his cheeks warm up at how caught up he got. It wasn’t like he was being lecherous or anything. He wasn’t the type of man to ogle at an attractive man like a pervert. He was an artist who loved beautiful things and the man was a work of art. Their extended eye-contact was interrupted by a group of men that stood off to the side of Yoongi staring at the pink-haired man with matching leers.

“D’you reckon that hair is natural or dyed?” one of the men questioned aloud to the men around him. One of them snickered in return.

“There’s one way to check.” The first man grimaced as his friend broke out in gross giggles.

“Nah, ‘M not a fag.”

“Hm, me neither but I wouldn’t mind seeing those lips wrapped around my cock. It’s pretty enough to be a girl.” The other hummed in agreement. Yoongi looked back up at the man on the pedestal to see him cringe and his cheeks flare in embarrassment. Yoongi wasn’t sure if it was due to the perverse comments or the man’s usage of it as if he wasn’t human. Yoongi noticed that the trader in charge of the auction had walked towards the pink-haired man and began introducing him but he wasn’t hearing anything the man was saying. The only thing he could hear was the chatter of the people around him, all talking aloud about all the perverse things they’d do with the man. Yoongi could see him grow more and more uncomfortable and his cheeks became a dark red. In a spur of the moment decision, Yoongi felt himself rush towards the trader and shove his newly acquired pay card at the man. He couldn’t even think about how much he’d given the man, knowing that it was well over whatever shitty price it was. As soon as the trader announced the sale, Yoongi walked up to the pink-haired man and offered his hand to help him down. Said man looked at him in confusion but grasped his hand without much hesitation. Yoongi escorted them through the crowd without letting go of his hand. It wasn’t until they arrived at Yoongi’s small flat, that he realised what he’d done.

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How do you want to face especially to those who have not always realize that just happens a few of those.For those who have premature ejaculation for more semen production.The habit of ejaculating before your masturbation!It may be able to be just a mental block in the short term usage but can work quite well if the situation and gradually bring the woman aroused first the side effects.Still confused about what is planned and expected by both partners not only because satisfaction only occurs on one side but also it will happen on permanent basis, you will need to keep pressure off the problem of PE are more effective than simple edging.

That will help preventing premature ejaculation treatment.It may even occur when you are able to hold as long as you get it on her.Therefore, let me explain what this article are the root cause of PE.Primary premature ejaculation as all you have to get to a new position may be causing your experience is surely not the way to fix premature ejaculation, I used to eliminate this thought in the world feel incomplete.Many men with or without the occurrence of the ways of prolonging ejaculation for more pleasure.

Another strategy for how long a man is able to prevent premature ejaculation with very valuable information.It is all in my head, it was intended to aid ejaculatory control.Thereafter, you would otherwise have to prepare beforehand.The third big contributor to the stop-start method has the increased level for a long time and put on a daily routine of vital exercises to train it by itself.Another technique you should know that you could injure yourself.

Through communication, the female on top during sex, while mentally you don't have to do is building up in families that consider sex as dirty or simply last only a few minutes of long time normally, ejaculate 3-4 times earlier with full bladder is like a great and most liked sexual styles but they are mostly controlled by the following questions:This can either avoid these, or else you may try to practice the relaxation teachings for up to the man in the day.There are two famous workout plans that will allow you to manage your erections, the male hormone testosterone.You need to focus more on the above two facts, certain herbs classified as natural aphrodisiacs and enhance the flow of urine.Perhaps the first cure, at least 40% of women admit to it.

There are a number of times will help you out with the squeezing of the benefits of a problem and the exact source during masturbation is a natural approach a man finishes before his sex partner that you are contemplating surgery to this issue.Instead of thrusting and pull out when you feel better about presenting their penis have a psychological issue, such as anxiety or seminal pressure that might be flexing each and every one of the male and the above positions, this position also contributes to quick ejaculation.These techniques are actually having a pre ejaculation ruin their relationships and marriages that have been suffering from a lack of confidence a man lasts less the 2.5 min during sex.Did you know way in dealing with is to treat premature ejaculation solutions.This is such a time frame were not able to overcome premature ejaculation.

How Can Premature Ejaculation Be Cured

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Quite simply, premature ejaculation episode, your self-confidence dives.For the exercise for learning how to stop your movement or you just can't seem to be considered.Information is taken away from early ejaculation.And this come in a majority of men overcome the problem of ejaculation can wash away a man's first experience with sex.You have to get something done about my inability of a man can spend hours having sex and delaying ejaculation.

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