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purrfectstrangers · 3 years

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Another great story from Gamzanon! I dunno what I did to deserve to pot all their short stories, but I'm happy to bring you yet another~

As always, be aware this is vore and digestion heavy, so readers squeamish about that, catch a different one <3

Fanboy Bellies

(I'm so sorry for the delay. My muse for the Dave prompt just flat out died... so here's a Hiveswap story instead. It's my first time writing these characters, so I hope it satisfies~)

[You literally always satisfy, my dude ;3]

Zebede couldn't believe that this was really happening.

He was to attend a Cirava Hermod concert. Cirava. Hermod. The vaporwave legend that had defined a generation was going to appear live on stage. And he was going to be able to see them. It was almost, no, it was completely unbelievable. Zebede was practically vibrating where he stood. With his round shape and his black and yellow color scheme, he already looked like a bee. Now he almost sounded like one too.

A pair of grey fingers snapped impatiently in front of his face, dragging Zebede back into reality.

"♤Are you just going to stand there all night? I need you to pull your weight here!♤"

"i'm sorry. i spaced out."

Yes, that's right. He wasn't here to just to see Cirava.

You see, Cirava was an online musician. The only reason they were at a concert was because they were challenged to a rap battle by one Marvus Xoloto.

Such an event naturally attracted fans of all stripes, including one particularly obsessive blueblood. Both Zebruh and Zebede wanted to... meet their respective idols, so the two decided to hatch a plan. Or, rather, Zebruh dragged Zebede into his.

"♢Now, do you remember the plan?♢"

Even when crouching behind a wall, Zebruh was still a lot taller then the young yellowblood. Enough so that he could probably rest his head in between Zebede's horns in the right position. Zebede pulled a jar of bees out of his hoodie pocket, taking a deep, steadying breath as he tried to focus.

"ok guyz. i need you to do me thiz one big favor." Zebede whispered into the jar. "please." With another steadying breath, Zebede pulled off the lid.

The loudly buzzing swarm flew off around the corner, leaving Zebruh and Zebede to watch as security noticed the cloud.

"Wha-what the Hell!"

The large purple guard shielding their face as the swarm clouded around their head, twitching and twisting hither, thither, and fro in a desperate attempt to keep the bees out of their eyes. "Dammit! Leave me alone!" The clown swung their club wildly in a vain attempt to keep the bugs out of their eyes. They ran off cussing and flailing as the swarm persisted in its assault.

The two Zs waited for the buzzing to fall out of earshot before commenting.

"♧...I'm going to be honest... that shouldn't have worked.♧"

"you'd be suprised. they're pretty reliable."

The two stood up and approached the Staff Only door. That was it. The one obstacle between them and their idols.

"♡I suppose this is where we part ways.♡" Zebruh gave a big dramatic bow, making sure to adjust his bowtie along the way. "♡As a lowblood ally, it has been my honor to unite a yellow fellow with his idol. I do hope you keep this favor in mind in the future.♡"

If Zebede noticed the slightly sinister intone of his voice, he didn't say so. "oh, yez. i will. honest, thiz iz the nicest anyone'z been to me for a very long time." His face deflated and his smile fell. "...it'z also the longest anyone haz ever interacted with me in a long time, come to think of it."

Zebruh pushed the door open, dramatically ushering him inside. "♡When we meet up again, we can interact plenty.♡" He winked and, again, adjusted his bowtie. "♡Until then, I have a date with a popular, promiscuous purpleblood.♡"

As the two walked in separate directions through the backstage area, a telltale gurgle escaped their guts and echoed down the halls. It's not every day you get to meet a celebrity. They're not going to waste this opportunity~

Cirava exhaled another puff of smoke, their room positively flooding with polluted green air. The condensed heat threatened to cook them alive as it left their form drenched in sweat. They let out a long, satisfied sigh as the drugs filtered through their body. Yeah, that was the stuff. A good smoke always got their head in the game before a song.

The door creaking open didn't catch their attention, but sudden loud coughing did. Cirava rolled their head over to see a round little troll waving smoke out of his face as his coughed and wheezed. They just stared as Zebede got his barrings again, watching his eyes widen as the two made eye contact. "well you're not security".

Zebede nervously rubbed the back of his head as he dared to step closer, waving smoke out of his face again when he had to suppress a cough. The room's heat was making him sweat just as much as his nerves were as he cleared his throat. "um, hi? zebede tongza. i'm a big fan."

Zebede held out his hand timidly, which Cirava shook without any fan fare, leaving Zebede to stare at his hand in awe as they pulled back. "cirava hermod. but im guessing you knew that lmao."

Zebede's face slowly split into a grin. "yeah... yeah! it'z good to finally meet you." Cirava stood, popping their back as they casually stretched.

"dont mention it. youre cool. had me a little worried when you showed up without a pass tho." Zebede looked away, either embarrassed or ashamed. Cirava was too busy fishing a piece of paper from their pocket to care. "here's your autograph." They said nonchalantly. Zebede grabbed their wrist instinctively.

Zebede's mind sputtured and spurred to a halt as he stared.

Right there, on that small piece of paper, in a lowercase, golden font, was the Cirava Hermod's name.

Cirava Hermod's autograph.

Cirava Hermod is giving him their autograph.

Just as Zebede began to process that information, a scent crept into his nose.

A heavy, mouthwatering scent. A smell more intoxicating then the poisonous green smoke that surrounded him.

It was Cirava's scent. And they smelled wonderful.

Zebede's stomach growled.

"hey are you gonna let go sometime soon?"

Zebede looked up. "oh. sorry." Zebede plucked the note out of Cirava's grasp before pocketing. Now, he held their hand in front of him like a nice big burger. "i swear i'm sorry about thiz, but... i can't pasz thiz opportunity up."

With that, he promptly shoved Cirava's hand into his maw.

Cirava tried to pull their hand out as Zebede slobered all over it, savoring their flavor. "what the fuck." Cirava tried to pry his mouth open, only for Zebede to grab his free hand and shovel it into his mouth. "alright seriously. let go!" Zebede was pulled out of his blissful stupor as Cirava continued to struggle and shout. He shrugged apologetically before grabbing them by the horns and pulling their entire head into his mouth. He could risk them attracting any guards, or else he'd take his time savoring their taste.

Cirava's horns bulged out his cheeks as they thrashed around back and forth. Their feet beat desperately against the floor as his tongue coated their face in golden saliva. Zebede almost moaned as their salty, sweaty flavor overloaded his taste buds. Their scent continued to drift directly into his nose, leaving him drooling around his thrashing meal. It wasn't long before he greedily shoveled Cirava's head down his throat.

Zebede was already so pudgy that you couldn't tell from the outside looking in that Cirava's hands had reached his gut. At most, you'd be able to hear their muffled yelling coming from his midsection, but Zebede didn't notice that either. He was too busy slobbering on Cirava's torso. Still, even as caught up in his gluttonous fever as he was, still tried to avoid loosening their binder.

Another swallow finally distended his gut a little bit. Cirava's head outlined in his ballooning gut as they continued to swear and scream. His gut gurgled eagerly as Zebede closed in on those limply kicking legs. It wouldn't be long now.

Zebede tilted his head backwords and slurped up those flailing limbs like noodles. His gut completely ballooned out as his entire meal fell into it at once, forcing a massive belch out of his mouth. Zebede's gut gurgled eagerly around his vainly struggling celebrity snack, giving him time to catch his breath. The air had sense cleared, the green smoke drifting out of the open doorway, allowing Zebede to hyperventilate as what he just did caught up with him.

"i... ate you." Zebede's eyes began to shine, his face splitting into a massive, ear-reaching grin. "i actually are you. thiz iz so cool!"

Zebede belched again, not even stopping to be embarrassed as he began massaging his thrashing gut. "you were do deliciouz and juicy and filling... thiz iz amzaing! you were everything i thought you'd be."

Even with his body weighed down by a stomach that nearly doubled him in size, Zebede managed to bounce up and down on the balls of his feet. "i've wanted to eat you for so long, ever sense i first saw you, and now, oh, thank you so much!"

Zebede pulled his gut into a tight hug, resting his head atop Cirava's. "thankz for everything. you've made me the happiest troll on alternia."

If Cirava had any response to that, it was drowned out by Zebede's grumbling gut.

Marvus blinked as he examined himself in the mirror, carefully checking his face paint for any imperfections. It was something he took seriously, even with his laid back personality. His face was on billboards. He couldn't afford a smudge.

Even still, his laid back smile didn't drop as he heard his door creak open. "Zeb. Bro. Buddy. Didn't I tell u bout comin back here?" Zebruh froze in the doorway, hand instinctively grasping at his bowtie to steady himself. He took a deep breath before walking in.

"♡Oh, come on, darling. If you'd only give me a chance I...♡" Zebruh paused as Marvus spun around in his chair. The clown's posture was relaxed. His face was perfectly calm. He still had that lazy, carefree smile on his face. It just mad his red eyes stand out that much more.

"Thought I made it clear I don't want u round here." Marvus stood up. His massive body towering a full head over Zebruh. "Thought we'd had dis convo bout thirty times now. Round thirty two or so?"

Zebruh backed up against the wall, about to open his mouth in protest when the singer unsheathed the sword from his cane. His chin was made to rest on the blade as Marvus leaned on over him. The body heat coming off of him was palpable and Zebruh could smell the sweat running down his skin, some of it trying and failing to seep out from under his paint. "Zeb. I'm gon give it to ya straight. I don't want ur blud on me. I just cleaned dis suit. I justabout got my paint on. And I don't wanna get my hair gunked up. So I'm gonna let ya turn round now, kay?"

Zebruh forced himself to meet those eyes as they bore into him. Everything about this was starting to drive him mad. The heat of his breath, the size of his body, and that sweet smell.

Zebruh's stomach growled.

Taking his silence as an affirmation, Marvus plopped himself back down in his seat, picking at his face in the mirror. Zebruh practically throttled his tie as his tried to catch his breath, blood pumping in his ears as his stomach roared once again.

He always wanted to eat Marvus. Ever sense he saw Marvus he'd want to eat him.

But that smell.

He could practically taste it.

Marvus didn't notice Zebruh approach him not until his chair swirled around and his vision was suddenly eclipsed by dark blue slime. Zebruh moaned as his tongue lavished the idol's face, smearing his facepaint as it mixed with his sweat on Zebruh's taste buds, creating an intoxicating flavor that left the blueblood drooling.

Zebruh could've tasted his head for hours... if Marvus's hands hadn't clamped onto his neck.

Laid back or not, Marvus was still a purple blood. A purple blood who had no more patience for Zebruh's shenanigans. Zebruh tried to pry his hands open, but it did nothing to deter the bigger, stronger clown as he stood up and squashed Codakk's windpipe.

In a moment of panic, Zebruh kneed Xoloto in the gut, knocking his grip loose long enough for Zebruh's maw to wrap around those broad shoulders. Zebruh moaned again as his tongue slid across Marvus's chest, coating his pecs in blue saliva.

Zebruh kicked Marvus's discarded cane aside as he saw the clown grope for it before swallowing again. His gut bulged out from under his suit, showing off the outline of Marvus's face for all to see as Zebruh savored his now helpless meal.

Zebruh swallowed again, leaving only Marvus's kicking legs free from his maw. He spun around and planted himself in the chair, tilting his head up to let gravity drag Marvus's ass across his tongue. He chewed and kneaded that taught bubble butt as it slipped into his throat, before casually slurping up those pesky flailing legs.

The ensuing belch was nearly loud and crass enough to shatter the mirror. Blue spit flew everywhere as the clown curled up inside his new home. Zebruh shamelessly moaned as he felt the struggles start up. "♡Darling. You tasted so much better then you had any right too."

Zebruh spun around and admired his giant gut in the mirror. Following the outline of Marvus's struggles as his hands massaged his tightly wrapped form. "◇Now, I know this must be hard for you. But I can hardly call myself an ally if I don't treat castes equally. And I've eaten quite a few lowbloods in my day." Zebruh swiped Marvus's hat off the mirror and rested it over his eyes. He reclined the chair back and pat his gut again.

"♡Please, darling. Kick back. Relax. And enjoy your stay. I promise I'll take good care of you~♡"

Both Zebruh and Zebede enjoyed every second of digestion. Zebede simply couldn't stop gushing about Cirava's work while Zebruh smoothly soothed Marvus's every move.

This continued even as punches turned to pleads and anger melted into fear. Zebruh was always happy to hear his food beg. Zebede was just happy to listen to his idol at all.

As the hours ticked by and the guts rounded out, the two Z's examined their gains. They flaunted their heavier behinds with pride and declared that they would never shed these pounds.

As the fanboys gathered their mementos, collected discarded laptops and canes, their guts gurgled eagerly.

They licked their lips and wondered if they'd see their fellow fanboy on the way out. Because they both had plenty of room for desert~

#//digestion #//vore #submission

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95liners3rdmember · 4 years

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Worth It

Chapter Two: Saying Thank You

Word Count: 9632

Chapter One: First Meeting

Tucking my phone into my back pocket, I have to do a double take of the group standing in front of me. I try to fight my facial expression but I can’t help but squint my eyes and the raising of my brow. The last thing I expected was an impromptu pajama party.

“Ummm...you all didn’t have to come.” My voice croaks out as I lead the way into the apartment. Even though I know the apartment is as clean as it ever will be before I unpack, I nervously scan for a mess. I can’t help the boxes that litter the building for now though.

“We figured eight is better than one, but we have to be quick or Jungkookie over here will be lost to video games.” Namjoon jokes as they make themselves at home, the bag Hoseok carried now is being emptied on the island. Soda and snacks. So I guess we really are having a party.

“Thank you, again.” Now I feel guilty because I know they are all tired. But they are willingly coming to help me, a still somewhat stranger.

“So where do you want to start?” Seokjin asks as he rolls up the sleeves of his RJ pajamas.

I haven’t even gotten that far, I guess the easiest for them to do is the living room. It’s mainly gaming consoles, movies and pictures. That way they can entertain themselves while I unpack my office.

“How about in here? All I have are games, movies and electronics. Could you do that while I went in my office? There’s a lot more to tackle in there.” My sisters would smack me for asking. I want to smack myself too but they seem more than happy to help.

“No problem!”

I walk down the small hallway to the box filled office and a heavy sigh leaves my lips. There’s so much to do here. My mind gets too lost in where and how to arrange everything that I didn’t notice Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi walk in with me.

“Whoa. There’s more boxes in here than the rest of the apartment.” Jimin’s eyes widen as he tries to find a place to start.

“Reminds me of when we move offices.” Yoongi comments as he opens the box closest to him. Thankfully it’s only dvds from previous jobs or performances.

“Then we know how to handle it.” Namjoon confidently pats my shoulder as I tugged up the sleeves of the sweater. Time to get some work done…

My eyes start to hurt as I try to figure out why my speakers are working with my desktop. We’ve been at it for almost two hours, I’ve lost Namjoon to the gaming party in the living room. Jimin has gotten lost in the pile of Naruto manga that is proudly displayed on a bookcase. Thankfully Yoongi has stayed with me.

“Let me see, it may be a bad wire. It happened once in Genius Lab.” I wiggle from behind the desk and plop into the chair. My somewhat good mood has faded as the night goes on. This is really the last thing I need done before my office is fully unpacked.

“Fixed. You had them switched.” Yoongi smiles lightly as he adjusts the desk and it sits flush against the wall. Thank god, now I need to get them all something for helping me so much.

“Thank you Yoongi. Why don’t you go join the others? I’m just going to break all the boxes down and pick up the trash.”

He hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, leaving a reading Jimin and a worn out me in the finished room. Honestly I couldn’t be happier. There’s just enough room where I can dance if I need to work out a move. Namjoon and I set up my camera so it can record if I get ideas, we mounted it above my desk so there aren’t any cords to trip over. I may be a dancer but I’m as clumsy as a person with two left feet.

“Are you okay Y/n?” Turning on my heels I meet Jimin’s gaze. He’s putting the book back in its spot as he moves closer to me. I shake me head yes but I see a small box sitting on the ground. My legs wobble slightly as I move over to it and try to open the tape with my bare hands. Thankfully Jimin is thanking clearer than I am and grabs the scissors.

“Thank you.” Slicing the tape, I see a few picture frames and my heart feels heavy. It’s a picture of me and my two sisters right before I left. They threw me surprise going away party with just us and a few family members. Tears start to prick at the corner of my eyes as I move to place it on my desk.

“Are these your sisters?” Jimin asks as he shuffles through the box, turning I see him holding a picture frame. A weird mix of smile and smirk grace his lips. What picture could he have?

Oh no.

Fire lights in my cheeks as I try to take the photo away from him. Crap. That’s the last thing I wanted him to see. My sister and I are standing in age order with our backs turned to the camera, but our faces turned so you can see who is who, a thumb pointing to the back of our shirts as we stand in front of a large arena. It’s from our first time going to see BTS all together. Each of us wearing a different jersey style shirt. Of course they would pack this one in with my others even after I told them not to.

“I guess Nikole thought it would be funny to pack this. It’s really embarrassing.”

“How? You all look excited.”

“It was the first time the- we got to see you perform. One of the best shows I’ve ever seen.” I had to catch myself before I gave it away that I had been to others.

“Here’s another one.” Jimin grabs the last frame out and I want to die.

It’s a picture of me, wide smile with my army bomb staring up at the stage in awe. The lights in the background almost made it look like something from a fairy tail at how I was glowing. It was during the performance of ‘Fire’ that she took this because I was so proud to see my hard work come to life.

Namjoon had sent us tickets for right by the stage that way we could somewhat see each other during sound check and the concert. I hadn’t kept up with the set list and when I say them running through ‘Fire’ I almost cried. So leave it to my youngest sister to take a picture of the actual concert performance. I swear I’m going to hide this picture in the deepest, darkest drawer I have here.

Jimin mumbles something under his breath, it’s so soft and quick that I can’t make out what’s said. But there’s a strange tension in the room now. I clear my throat and take the second picture from him.

“Ah I knew you had a favorite!” My whole body jumps and I almost drop the frames. Namjoon has been peering over my shoulder long enough to make out who’s is wearing each shirt.

“Jesus Namjoon, you scared the life out of me.” As an instinct the words come out in English. The filter in my brain stopped working from being scared. Jimin can’t help but look at me as if I had a second head when the words came out in an accent he hadn’t heard much before.

“I figured out Nikole and Nat’s that night but not yours. Seems you’ve been hiding something from me.” The grin on his face is full of playfulness and I can’t help but laugh.

“I’m just messing with you, come on Jimin, Y/n. Kookie and Jin are the last two players in the contest. Let’s see who’s going to win.” Glancing over at Jimin another giggle slips through my lips as I notice his cheeks are painted a light shade of pink. The boys lead the way out but I quickly drop off the frames on my bed before joining them.

All of the members have spread out across the couch and the floor. Empty boxes are stacked by the balcony door and everything seems to have found a home. They are quicker than I am, that’s for sure. Yoongi points over to the countertop and I see a pair of pajamas waiting for me.

“Jungkookies clothes would be too big for you, I had an extra pair anyways.”

“Thank you again. I’ll change after watching the last round though. I feel bad for leaving you all out here.” I scratch the back of my head and frown a little. Honestly I would’ve liked to spend more time out here but there was a lot to do.

“Don’t worry about it! Also, I unpacked the kitchen and you need to go shopping.” Hoseok calls from his spot on the couch. He did the kitchen?! I really owe them, maybe I can take them to dinner tomorrow.

“I should probably do that tomorrow after my luggage gets here.” Namjoon pats the couch and I happily oblige as my legs start to feel like a thousand pounds. I squeeze in between Namjoon and Taehyung.

“You can go with me. I’ll come by and get you in the morning.” Hoseok is willing to volunteer himself for something I can handle on my own makes my heart jump. They really are the most welcoming and accepting group of people I’ve ever met. And I’ve met a lot of people in the entertainment industry.

“I’d like that a lot.” Smiling, I lean back into the couch and shimmy out my phone. There’s not much going on except a few notifications from my email. I’m too tired to check them now but I will in the morning. Taehyung reaches over as my guard is down and goes to my secure app that I was told to download. BigHit is all about security, so they told me that they only message within secure and private app accounts. Smart by all means but it’s going to take some getting used to.

A few minutes pass by as I watch him through heavy eyes and finally see that there are seven new contacts and a new group chat. Quietly I thank him but it’s drowned out by the cheering and hollering around us. Once again Jungkook proves he’s superior at most things. I fight against my body screaming for sleep as I clap along.

Namjoon gently nudges me and I look at him with a weak smile. He knows, well they all know too well what exhaustion can do to a person's body.

“Alright everyone, time to go. Some of us have work to do tomorrow.” Being the ever vigilant leader, he manages to wrangle the members. A few protests come from the younger three and I told them we could all get together another time.

I wave goodbye and tell them how thankful I am for them helping me as they single file out of the apartment. Shutting the door, I lock it slowly and trudge back to the bedroom turning off the lights as I go. My hands grab at the clothes on the counter and I stumble into my room.

A few ideas pop into my mind at how to decorate but that can wait, for now I need to sleep. Gently I peel off Namjoon’s sweater and fold it nicely. I’ll make sure to have it cleaned for him before giving it back.

Like a zombie I change into the comfy clothing and cleanup before bed. My head feels so much better as the buns come tumbling down. I can’t even look at the mirror knowing that I look as bad as I feel.

Crawling into the bed, my mind can’t seem to turn off as my body aches for sleep. I guess I’m missing home just a little. On instinct I reach for my phone that’s plugged up and rest it where I can lay in bed and video chat. Clicking on Nat’s name I patiently wait.

“Why are you still awake?” I look around in the background and I can tell she’s back at home already. Her exam must be finished already.

“I can’t sleep.” My voice feels foreign to my ears. I wonder if this is how Namjoon feels.

“Then tell me about your day. I haven’t really gotten to talk to you since you left.” It’s no secret that Nat hates being separated from Nikole and I. That’s why it was difficult for her to accept that I was leaving. There were tons of late nights spent packing and just talking.

“There’s not much to tell. Dinner was interesting though.” My eyes start to close, they feel like a thousand pounds.

“I would hope so. I mean after all you got to hangout with seven of the coolest people ever.” I huff out a laugh at my sister’s comment. Nuzzling my head into the pillows as I struggle to pull the covers up, Nat lets out a small huff.

“Get some sleep sis.”

Buzz ...Buzz...Buzz….

My eyes screw close tighter as I blindly reach for my phone on the nightstand. Groaning out in frustration I finally grab the cold device and shiver slightly as I lift it to my ear, the cord snagging as I struggle with it.

“Hello…” My voice cracks towards the end as I roll over to see sunlight pouring in from the window beside me. What time is it?

“Good morning y/n! It’s Hoseok, I thought you wanted help going shopping this morning?” There’s a slight teasing tone in his voice, pulling my phone away I check the time. 1:30 p.m. Crap!

There’s a knock on my door and I instantly take off sprinting. I must look crazy because as I fling the door open Hoseok jumps back with a look of pure shock. His phone slowly drops from his ear and he quickly ends the call. In front of him sit my three suitcases that went missing yesterday. Thank god they are here.

“I’m so sorry. I overslept, please tell me you weren’t waiting too long.” I bow slightly but I snap back up when a breeze hits my skin. How could I forget that I’m not wearing my own clothes?! Idiot.

“When Namjoon couldn’t get ahold of you I went ahead and did a few other errands.” My eyes dart back to the phone in my hands and notice the dozens of missed calls and texts. One being an email from BigHit…..fantastic.

“I guess you aren’t too used to jet lag like the rest of us. Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll take you to get some coffee.” Hoseok smiles widely and I feel a new bubble of energy burst in my body. Grabbing two of the suitcases, I roll them into the apartment before grabbing the third one.

“Give me like...5 minutes. I’ll try to be quick.” Bowing apologetically, I snatch my pink suitcase and take off for my bedroom. My feet barely miss the empty boxes that litter the living room from last night. I’ll have to figure out where to take these later this afternoon.

Slamming my door shut louder than I intended I make myself jump. Skimming through my notifications I get the gist of what all I missed; my sisters being nosey and overprotective, Namjoon trying to wake the sleeping beast, a few texts from Hoseok trying to figure out if I’m awake and lastly an email reminding me of the meeting at 8am on Monday which has a dress code of business casual. So I’ll have to take a bag of my dance clothes to change into. I might as well leave some in my office if this is a regular thing.

Tossing my phone to the side, I unzip the large suitcase and pull out my favorite Saturday outfit. Stripping out of Yoongi’s shorts I jump around as I tug up the black ripped skinny jeans, almost tripping over my carry on. Lord today might be my last day on earth with how clumsy I’ve been today. Cheering quietly in victory I gently take off Jungkook’s huge shirt and dress myself in my version of the white T-shirt, top it all off with a black and red flannel, finishing it off with white converse. Perfect. Now time to take the mane.

“Hey y/n are these videos the ones you made before moving?” Hoseok yells out from the office as I shove my toothbrush into my mouth. Closing my lips around the brush, I throw my hair up into a messy bun and emerge from my room.

“Yes….I can...show you...later.” I manage to say through foamed toothpaste without looking like a crazy person. It must be an entertaining look because Hoseok tried hard to hide his laughter. Running back, I spit out the foam and grab the face mask Jimin gave me last night just in case.

Grabbing everything I need, phone-check, purse-check, mask-check, keys...in the purse.

“Ready?” Tilting my head to the side, a child like smile spreads on my face. I’ve never been this excited to go grocery shopping before. Must be the sunshine effect of the famous J-Hope. It feels weird to call him by his stage name so I’ll just wait until he tells me to.

“Let’s get going! But first coffee. There’s a little shop down the road and they know to be discreet.”

Discretion. Something I’ve never really been used to but now it’s a huge factor in my job. Being around one of the fastest growing bands in the world comes with more media attention. Their stylist and trainers don’t really get much exposure but I saw their old choreographer a lot more in photos and videos. The fans didn’t say much because it was another guy. I can just imagine what the fans will think with a woman around all the time.

I knew the risks, I’m very well aware that one wrong step could lead to me being back home. Is this even acceptable? Going shopping with one of the members and their manager doesn’t sound like a situation that’s allowed. But if it was a big deal Namjoon would’ve stopped me.

There’s a black van pulled up to the front and a large man standing outside of vehicle. Security. Better safe than sorry.

“Sorry. Normally our managers drive us around.”

“It’s fine. I know your safety is more important. If it’s too much of a hassle I can always go on my own.”

“No way! You’re not going to get rid of me that easily. After yesterday I can’t wait to see what you’ve come up with.”

A sincere sunshine smile radiates from Hoseok as he slides the van door open for us. Fumbling with my mask I hop into my seat. The door slams loudly and my nerves start to go haywire. It’s justifiable though considering I’ve never been alone with any other member beside Namjoon for more than a few minutes. This adventure could hours…

Snatching my phone out of my purse I send a quick text to Namjoon letting him know that I’m internally freaking out.

Y/N:‘Why did I agree to this? I feel like Hoseok will get bored of me.’

RM: ‘Just be yourself. See you later, working on something.’

“Is it nice having a Saturday off Hoseok? I remember Namjoon telling me once that getting a full weekend off feels like a vacation.” It’s no secret that each member works themselves to the bone. Namjoon has told me countless times that Yoongi would stay for days on end in the studio.

“It’s strange but I’m glad. There was a lot of things I needed to get done today and this is the last errand.” His fingers are typing quickly on the screen. Looking away so I don’t invade his privacy, my eyes take in the scenery. Small shops and large crowds fill the streets.

“I’m so sorry for making you wait. I feel bad. You all were more than willing to help me last night.” Looking down at the phone, I lock it and slide it into my purse. I still need to figure out how to repay them for their help. Last night I thought I could make dinner but it may just be easier if I take everyone out.

The car comes to a stop in front of a small coffee shop. Shuffling through my purse, I bring up the white mask and cautiously wrap around my ears. Last night was almost a disaster when I felt the straps tug at my earrings. Pulling the door, Hoseok jumps out and holds the door open long enough for me to exit as well. The manager leads the way as we enter the small shop.

It’s adorable. Small tables line the walls and there’s a large bookcase beside the register. Maybe on my next day off I can come in and read a book. Smiling I stand behind Hoseok and stare at the menu. Bouncing on the balls of my feet as I order an iced coffee, my eyes wander around the shop. I can’t help but notice a few curious customers staring at the two of us. For some reason my heart starts to hammer in my chest. The last thing I want is to get Hoseok in trouble.

“Don’t worry too much. I come here a lot, with and without security.” His words calm my heart a little, but I still want to leave. I guess it’s the gitters of being so close to a member of BTS. Or maybe because I haven’t even gotten to work a real first day yet.

Hoseok pats my shoulder lightly as our names are called. Taking my cup with a quiet ‘thank you’ I follow the man in front of me back into the safety of the van. Tugging the mask down to take a sip I feel a sigh of relief escape my body.

“I didn’t realize last night that you have so many piercings. They look really cool.” Raising a hand up I trace the line of piercings. The studs feel rough under my finger as I twist the one on the bottom.

“It’s something my sisters and I did growing up. It was almost a competition, if one of us would get another the other two would. Nikole has more though, I stopped with the three on top and bottom.” The last time I got a piercing was after the BTS concert. Adrenaline was pumping through me and it was all I could think of.

“Jungkookie will be jealous that you have more than him.” His giggle makes my body vibrate with energy. Being around Hoseok is like being around a ball of pure, fun energy. It makes me want to run a mile, clean my entire house and dance for hours. None of which I’ll get done today but it’s a nice thought.

Pulling into a large parking lot, there’s a lot more people than I thought would be. That’s what I get for sleeping in so late. Definitely not going to bed at a decent time tonight.

“Ms. y/l/n, Hoseok you will have to be quick. Traffic is starting to pick up and it will just be safer.” Nodding slowly, all four of us exit the van and make our way to the store. Hoseok bumps my shoulder as we both grab a cart. Laughing lightly, I bump against him as I walk beside him.

As we walk through the store, both of our carts start to fill up. His more than mine though since he’s getting enough for seven compared to my one. The more that we’re inside, the more my face starts to feel warmer and warmer from the mask. I should’ve worn one back home to adjust.

“What else do you need Hoseok?” Clearing my throat, I tug at the mask to let a small breeze of cool air in. I don’t want to seem like I’m rushing him because he was nice enough to wait for me.

“Um...I think I need to get some milk and then I’m done. Are you feeling okay? I noticed you messing with the mask.”

“I’m fine. Just getting a little toasty, don’t worry about it.” Adding some cheer into my voice, I pick up the pace beside him. A few people look at us as we pass them, a few younger girls have their phones out giggling in groups. I really hope no one notices Hoseok right now.

“Um, do you think everyone would like to go to dinner tonight? My treat.” Those words make him stop in his tracks. A goofy laugh erupts from his chest as he almost doubles over.

“After last night I think everyone would like that, but are you sure about paying? Jungkook and Jin could out eat anyone you’ve met.”

“I’m completely sure. I need to make sure you all eat well before I put you to work on Monday.” Winking at him, we make our way to the checkout counter and start to pay for everything. The process of checking out is so much quicker than our almost hour long shopping trip. I can’t believe we’ve been here that long.

Patiently waiting for Hoseok, I hold tightly to the handles I look around at the rest of the store. There’s definitely more people, I can’t help but swallow nervously. The voice in the back of my mind telling me it was a bad idea.

“All done! Let’s get back.” His singsong voice calms me as all four of us make our way back to the van. Being careful to divide our things into two different piles, we jump right back in and sink into the plush seats. Hoseok quickly pulls out his phone and types at the speed of lightning. Pulling my mask down, I take in a deep breath.

“Everyone but Namjoon and Yoongi will help us carry all of this stuff up.” A strange wave of guilt hits me.

“Hoseok don’t worry about me. I can carry all of mine up.”

“Call me J-Hope, everyone does. And don't worry about it. It’s no big deal.”

Of course I could only get away with being so formal for so long. And there’s no point in arguing with him either.

“Good. And the quicker we get these groceries put away the faster I can watch the videos.” Even through the mask I see a smirk.

I can’t help but smirk too. Of course there’s a hidden meaning behind the kind actions. Two can sort of play that game too.

“Very true. But don’t tell the others. Take it as a thank you for going shopping with me.” I elbow him gently as I winked at him. Earning me a genuine Hoseok laugh.

The drive back is quicker and before I know it the four other members are waiting somewhat calmly down at the front door. It’s strange to see them so ...domestic.

Hoseok jumps out of the van as soon as it’s parked, which gets him a slight scolding from his manager. I can’t help but giggle. Not even worrying about the mask, I follow suit and jump out. All of the boys are dressed in joggers and long sleeve shirts. Their hair disarray from laying around and enjoying their day off. Taehyung greets me with a large boxy smile and an enthusiastic wave.

“Hobi hyung I think you got too much.” Jimin slightly complains as he grabs the bags Hoseok passes. Wiggling my way through I manage to grab all of my bags but some get taken from my hands. I teeter for a second at the sudden weight shift as I stare at a grinning Taehyung.

“Oh, thank you Taehyung.”

“No problem!”

He leads the way with a bounce in his step and I can’t help to put a little more pep in my step. As we enter the building I can’t help but feel like someone is staring at me. Glancing over my shoulder I catch the quick turn of Jimin’s head as he busies himself by grabbing bags. Maybe I’m just being paranoid.

The ride up to the apartment is quiet but in a relaxing way. I don’t feel pressured to start or continue a conversation or ask questions. It’s nice.

As the elevator dings, I step out and Taehyung is right behind me. Unlocking my door, I move flat against the door so he can enter before me.

“Do you need help getting rid of those boxes y/n?” His head nods towards the large pile of broken down boxes and a bag full of paper. That’s something else I need to take care of today before Hoseok comes over. But then again there’s no point in rushing myself to completely move in after only being here a full day.

“I was going to take care of them later Taehyung, thank you though.” His smile never fades as he bounces to the door again after dropping the bags on the kitchen counter. With a quick wave, the door shuts loudly and I’m left in a silent apartment. A sigh wrecks through my body as I trudge into the kitchen. Setting down the bags, I fish out my phone and open up the group chat Taehyung created.

Y/N:‘To say thank you for everything, why don’t we all go out to dinner tonight? My treat :)’

Leaving my phone sit unlocked, I start to figure out how I want to arrange everything. Humming along to a random tune, my phone vibrates nonstop for a solid minute before I finally get to check it.

Kookie:’Be ready at 6 noona! I’ll come get you!’

J-Hope:’I told you this might be a bad idea, Jin hyung and Kookie are already getting a reservation.’

Jin:’Eating is never a bad idea, see you at 6 y/n!’

RM:’I go to work in the studio for a few hours...see you soon everyone.’

A few more texts come in from Taehyung and Yoongi but Jimin stays silent. Letting out a huff, I throw all the bags into the trash can and before I can shuffle off into my room a loud knock echoes from the front door. Hoseok.

“Come in!” I yell from the living room and he’s practically jumping as he takes a seat on the couch. Giggling I load the dvd into the player and take a seat beside him.

“I’m going to have to tweak it a little once I see everyone grouped together. But it’s basically the finished product.”

“Lets see it. I haven’t been this excited to have practice in a long time.”

My heart flutters at his words as I press play. A wave of nervousness washes over me as I try to gauge his reaction. For the first time he’s completely expressionless around me. Biting the inside of my cheek I curl up into a ball and pick at my nails. He probably hates it. Or he probably wishes that I didn’t replace their previous coach. As the song comes to an end, the screen fades to black. I can’t bring myself to look at him as the next song plays.

An excruciating twenty minutes later, the DVD stops playing and silence hangs around us. I almost want to run into a studio and start over on everything without even hearing his opinions.

“That ...are you sure we can’t start today?!”

Huh….

Glancing over at him, my stomach settles and I can’t help but burst out laughing. Here I was thinking that he hated it. Hoseok’s brows furrow together as I laugh even harder at his reaction.

“Sorry...ha..I thought you hated it. I was ready to run to the company and remake everything.”

“Ah, sorry…But honestly this is pretty incredible. It’s intricate and eye catching. We’ve got our work cut out for us this time for sure.” Hoseok searches for his phone and lets out a deep sigh. His expression went from carefree to annoyed in the blink of an eye, I wonder what’s going on.

“I have to go, but I’ll see you for dinner.” He’s off the couch instantly as he forces a smile saying goodbye.

I can’t wrap my mind around what just happened as I stare at the closed door. Maybe something came up with the members? It’s none of my business though, whatever happens in their personal life is completely private and I shouldn’t pry into it.

Tossing the remote onto the coffee table, I fall back into the couch and stare up at the white ceiling. For the first time in days, I’m not exhausted. Every fiber of my being is surging with energy to do something, anything really. The only thing really left to do is unpack my bedroom. Perfect.

Tapping my phone screen to double check the time, I have enough time to unload all of my suitcases and play around with my room. Connecting my phone to the speaker in my room music starts to fill the silent apartment and a large smile spreads on my lips. My eyes land on the pictures that I hid away in my room last night. Instantly I grab them and place them on top of the dresser so they wouldn’t get broken.

I can’t believe that Jimin found those last night, actually I can’t believe my sister packed those without me even knowing. Actually I can. My sister would do anything to embarssess me in front of each and every member. They’ve managed to do so in front of Namjoon so many times that I’ve just gotten used to it. But the worst case scenario for me is Park Jimin. I’ve always admired his style of dance and how he can move so seamlessly with any genre of music.

The music in my room stops playing and ‘Just One Day’ starts blaring through the speakers. My cheeks flush red as I search for my phone that’s mixed in with the massive pile of clothes littering my bed. I finally find it and roll my eyes at the caller id.

“Yes Namjoon…” There’s a slight annoyance in my voice but it disappears when I hear a few different chuckles in the background.

“I just wanted to call and let you know to dress up.” Dress up? Where in the world are we going?

“Um...why?” I hear a few more giggles in the background before Namjoon hushed everyone.

“Seems that everyone is going a little over the top tonight outfit wise. Taehyung came out completely overdressed and now everyone else is trying to outdo each other.”

“You did warn me that they could be a little over the top.” Sighing I look at the piles of clothes, at least this time I have plenty of options. But I’m definitely calling Nat for some input, after all having a fashion designer in the family comes in handy.

“It’s a surprise. I just wanted to give you enough heads up.”

“Thanks. I guess I better finish up what I’m doing so I can look presentable for everyone.” I can’t help but chuckle as I end the call and frantically call my sister. Hopefully she’s still awake.

Who am I kidding, that girl runs off of two hours of sleep and coffee.

Clicking on the facetime icon, I run and start the shower so I can just jump in once Nat ends the call. Just as I suspect, her face pops on the screen. Her hair is thrown up into a messy bun and she’s sitting at her desk. She’s probably working overtime on her midterm project like always.

“Nat I need help!” The desperation is clear in my voice as I flip the camera over to look at the mess of clothes. An annoyed sigh comes through the speaker as she rolls her eyes.

“Hello to you too dear sister. Last time I checked you moved halfway around the world....how could I possibly help you?”

“I need your expert advice. Help me pick out a nice outfit for dinner tonight, pretty please!” Flipping the camera back around I pout at the screen which earns me a gut filled laugh from Nat. Honestly if it wasn’t for her I would be constantly dressed in leggings and tank tops.

“Fine. But what do I get out of it?” I know she’s teasing me but I feel bad for interrupting her work. I’ll have to think about something just so she knows that I appreciate everything.

“I’ll think of something like always. But please Nat, I don’t have long to figure out some sort of outfit and get myself presentable.”

“You’re acting like this is some huge dinner. Is it a work event?”

“Uh, you could say that I guess. I’m going with people I work with.” It’s not a lie but it’s not the truth either. The last thing I want is another lecture from my little sister about boundaries and keeping work separate outside of the office.

“Good to know that you still try to keep secrets from me, but I won’t ask. Since I know all of the clothes you own, how about the black turtle neck with the red skirt. Wear the thigh high black heels.”

My eyes dart around the pile as I grab the items she lists off and I can’t help but smile. Nat is going to make a great stylist for sure once she’s out of college. Whoever she works for will be really lucky.

“Anything else dear sister?”

“Don’t go over the top with anything else, keep it simple. Curl your hair though.”

“Thank you, how’s the project coming? I know that you only have about a month or so left.”

“I’ve been struggling with finding the right accent piece. But it’s not going to stop me from passing. Anyways it was great talking but I really need to finish this, it’s due on Monday.”

“You’ll do amazing considering you can style me from halfway around the world. Love you!”

She blows a kiss at the camera as the screen goes black. I release a sigh of relief, I’m beyond glad that she didn’t try to pry too much into things. Hanging the items up on a hanger, I hurry and put away the rest of my clothes and suitcases. It’s a rushed job but it will do for now. Later on I can always rearrange and make it look nicer. But for now I have to hurry and get ready.

A few hours later and a few energy drinks later I’m completely dressed and ready to go. Taking all of Nat’s advice, I bend down and zip up the heels. My hair falls in my face and I huff out an annoyed breath to blow it away. Normally I love to keep my hair up and out of the way since it’s so long but tonight isn’t a night where I can do that. But maybe I can pin it back. Shuffling to the bathroom, stupid heels, I twist a small section on each side and pin it back so my face is hair free. All of my piercings are visible as well and I can’t help but smile. Maybe the next time I get together with my sisters I’ll add on another one.

Switching off the bathroom light, I move back into my room and dig out my small black boy bag and throw my phone and keys inside. Hopefully we are driving because I highly doubt I’ll be able to walk all the way to and from the restaurant like last time. Turning towards my closet I catch my reflection in the full length mirror and instantly my stomach tightens.

All my life I’ve been self conscious about my body and looks. By no means am I overweight but I’ve always felt the pressure of fitting into the social standard of “thin and beautiful”. Since I’ve danced my entire life my legs are more toned and have more muscle than other women my size. Whenever I wear skirts or dresses I always feel a little people are silently judging me for wearing something so revealing and not having that picture perfect thigh gap.

Pulling at the hem of the skirt I stand straight up and suck in a deep breath. I really hope they don’t think I look too bad. And I really hope they don’t think this outfit is a normal occurrence either. This will be one of the only times I wear something like this in front of them.

A loud knock at the door snaps me out of my inner thoughts and I take in another deep breath.

“Let’s do this.”

Switching off the lights as I go, I open the door to a smiling Jungkook. He’s jumping on the balls of his feet as I step into the hallway and lock my door. Looks like Namjoon was being serious about dressing up, Jungkook’s wearing dress pants with a navy blue dress shirt. He looks like he’s about to go to an interview, not dinner with his brothers and his choreographer.

“You look nice noona. Ready for dinner?” A bunny smile graces his lips, it’s the most pure smile I’ve ever seen. Nodding yes and whispering out a small thank you we ride the elevator down to the lobby where the other six men are waiting for us.

And if I didn’t have as much respect as I do for them I might have just fangirl. Each of them is dressed like Jungkook but with a different colored shirt. Namjoon was being dead serious about it being almost a competition. My cheeks heat up as everyone turns to look at us and I meet eyes with Jimin. Crap. After him finding my picture yesterday I feel weird around him. What if he thinks I’m just some crazy fan that’s trying to get close to everyone.

“Do you mind driving one of the cars y/n? Jin is going to drive too that way we don’t have to walk everywhere.” Namjoon walks over to greet me with a dimpled smile.

“Absolutely, who’s riding with us?” His smile fades as he adjusts the glasses on his face.

“Actually I don’t know where the restaurant is. JK and Jin have been there a few times. The maknae line actually all called dibs on riding with you.”

There’s a bunch of snickers and giggles around us. I guess there’s no getting out of this one. I mean what could possibly go wrong with the four of us in a car? I mean we’re all about the same age anyways.

“Sounds like a plan.” Walking towards the door, I walk past most of them except for Namjoon who’s keeping pace right beside me. The others are hot on our heels but that doesn’t stop Namjoon from picking on me.

“I’m guessing you called Natalie since you hung up on me earlier.” He elbows me gently, which normally wouldn’t cause me to stumble but since I’m in these awful heels I teater just a tad. Someone grabs my waist to help me rebalance but it’s gone as soon as it was there, snapping my head to the side I catch a glimpse of Jimin walking past. Maybe I just imagined it, I mean it was super quick.

“I call passenger!” Jungkook screams and goes running for my car. Taehyung is right behind him as they race for the spot. Looking over at Namjoon he mouths out ‘good luck’ as he gets into Jin’s car. Great….

Jungkook whips out his phone and instantly starts to play music over the bluetooth. In the backseat Taehyung and Jimin sing along and dance. We haven’t even left the parking lot yet. Buckling up, Jungkook just tells me to follow behind Jin. There’s no questions asked but instead we have our own karaoke montage. Anything from their early music to new music by American artists. Thankfully we make it to the restaurant in no time.

As soon as we make it into the private room, I take the seat beside Namjoon and tap his shoulder firmly. That was a long car ride and we only went ten minutes down the road. It’s like he can read my mind as he pours me a small glass of soju. Smoothing my skirt down, I sit down and accept his offer of apology. Sipping the glass slowly the seat next to me gets taken by Jungkook quickly as Taehyung and Jimin snag the seats across from me. I can’t lie that the ride was fun but it was chaotic. I never realized how much energy they all have, not just Jungkook.

“Did all of the maknae have fun?” Yoongi chuckles as he looks through the menu. Shrugging my shoulders I continue to sip my glass and read through the menu.

“We might steal noona on the way back though. She hasn’t gotten to explore much since she just got here.” My eyes widen as I choke on my drink slightly. This was definitely not something I planned on doing. Jungkook turns to me with a twinkle in his eyes but this time I have to say no. There’s too many risks.

“I’m sorry Jungkook, maybe another time. I don’t think it’s such a good idea for all of us to go out. We could get spotted, I could get in trouble with BigHit. Maybe another time okay?”

The pout that forms on his lips makes me want to instantly take back everything I said but I can’t. Maybe after I get on good terms with everyone at the company then I can possibly take him up on the offer of exploring.

“Listen to her Jungkookie. The last thing we want is for y/n to not even start her first day and get in trouble.” Yoongi comments to relieve me from the instant guilt I feel from telling him no. Listening to his hyung he nods and starts to talk with Hoseok. Smiling, I look back down at the menu and breath deeply. Looking through my lashes I notice Jimin and Taehyung looking at me discreetly. Or at least trying to. What if Jimin told him about the picture? Mentally I smack myself because I know that I’m being a little paranoid. If there was a problem Namjoon would’ve said something already.

After placing our orders, the room is filled with laughter and numerous stories. I try to chime in here and there but I’m too interested in listening. So I sit quietly in my chair as Namjoon and I work on a bottle of wine that he’s ordered. Everyone seems to be having fun so the atmosphere is light and bubbly. I lean over and turn my head away from everyone to whisper to Namjoon.

“This is probably the wine talking, but what you all have is special.” A gentle smile rest on both of our faces as I turn to take in the rest of the members. They are all smiling and seem to be carefree despite their hectic and unpredictable lives. An occupational hazard of being an idol.

“It’s been a struggle, you know that. I feel like we’re finally at a place where our music helps others.” The sincerity in his voice makes me nod in agreement as goosebumps form under my sleeves.

“It does, more than you all know.” Smiling brightly at him, I look across and notice that the maknaes have been watching the small conversation between us. Taehyung seems to be watching closer than the other two but he turns away quickly when Hoseo calls for him.

Letting out the breath I had been holding in, the food comes out in platters on the table. Everyone starts to fill their plates as the conversations still seem to pour out. I nibble on my food, too much wine in my system, as I listen to them recall day from their debut times. My heart clenches as I want to comment on their first performance in the states but Namjoon and I both made an agreement. One that I plan on keeping.

“You’re quiet y/n, is everything okay?”

“Huh, oh yeah everything’s fine Jimin. I’m just taking everything in.”

“Did I tell you guys that y/n went to a concert of ours back in the states?” Jimin smiles as he looks at me straight on. His tone isn’t mean in any way, more like playful teasing but I can’t help the blush forming on my face.

“Ah, my sisters and I went to one. It was amazing! Probably one of the best nights of our lives.” Nervously I reach for my chopsticks and start poking at the food on my plate. I feel my phone buzz in my bag but I ignore it as I try to divert attention away from me.

“It looked like it. What was your favorite song on the setlist?”

“Fire, for sure. It was…” I stop midway through to try and process how I felt seeing my choreo performed. My heart was racing as I sang along with every word and tried not to dance along as well. There was a surge of energy and pure adrenaline that kept me up for hours after the concert.

“Something else. I guess seeing all the hard work that was put into the song and choreo...there’s no other feeling greater than that.” Tilting my head to the side a large smile forms as I look back up at everyone. The sincerity in my answer seems to resonate with the members as they all nod in agreement. We continue eating our dinner in a peaceful silence. Relaxing into my chair I suck in a breath of relief.

Once dinner is over and the drinks have ran dry, a few of the members excuse themselves to go to the restroom or are trying to get ready to leave. For the first time I’m left alone with Jin and it’s fun. Everyone else makes fun of him for his dad jokes but yet I love them. Laughing up a storm, I look around for anyone else but it seems they’re all waiting.

“I guess I need to get the bill. Everyone seems to be waiting outside.”

“They have to wait for us either way since we are the two that drove. But about the bill…Yoongi may or may not have already paid while we were sitting here.” Jin gently shrugs his shoulders as I facepalm myself. This was supposed to be my way of thanking everyone for helping. He stands from the table and motions with his head to follow him.

Groaning I stand up and grab my bag tightly. Standing next to Jin is slightly intimidating even with these heels on. He opens the front door for me and I bow in thanks as we meet with group. Yoongi scratches at the back of his head as I shoot him a slight annoyed glare. But my eyes soften as I get closer to him.

“Thank you Yoongi. This was supposed to be my treat though.” I say quietly as I stand in front of him, still not quiet eye level.

“Just go easy on us.” He finishes with a wink and goes towards Jin’s car. It seems like this is our que to head back to the dorms. Halfway skipping and partially stumbling because of these stupid heels, I open the driver door and plop down.

As soon as the car starts, all four of us sing along to some random song playing on the radio. Of course the other three sound amazing compared to me but it makes the drive go by quicker. That and the fact that it’s late and not many people are out. My eyes bulge out slightly at the time displayed on the dashboard...it’s almost 10:30. I can’t believe we were at dinner for almost four hours, that’s insane. But I guess it makes sense considering there were eight of us.

“Are we going to be starting everything on Monday?” Taehyung yells over the music causing me to turn it down and interrupt Jimin and Jungkook’s mini concert.

“Yes. But first I have a meeting with all the department heads. After that I’ll do a run through with each of you individually. Hoseok will show you the video while I’m gone.”

They all seem to absorb everything I’m saying as I pull into a parking spot. Jungkook and Taehyung jump out of the car as I let out a deep sigh before turning off the car. Jimin moves just as slowly as I do. I can’t tell whether he’s tired or is bored, but I’m not going to interrogate him. Opening my door, I lock the car as I watch the swarm of men walk through the doors. Instead of following them, I walk over to a bench that’s nestled between two trees on the edge of the building.

Sitting down slowly, I crane my neck back so I can look up at the night sky. Back at home if you stayed out late enough you could see a sky full of stars but there are too many lights for that here. Stargazing has been a nightly occurrence for the past few months. These past few months I’ve been working around the clock and running on coffee. It’s nice to see that all of that hard work finally got me here but the exhaustion is definitely catching up to me.

“You’ll catch a cold if you stay out here too long without a jacket.”

Snapping my head over my hair spills over my face and I let out a huff of annoyance. Reaching into my bag, I pull out my backup hairtie and pull it into a high ponytail. Jimin takes the empty seat next to me and looks up at the sky as well. Silently I’m thankful that he doesn’t want to lecture me any further or have a conversation. Returning my gaze upwards I hear Jimin take in a deep breath.

There’s a tension in the air. It feels like both of us want to say something but we are too afraid too. Turning my head slowly I look at the man beside me and I instantly snap my head back. My cheeks feel hot and my stomach does a flip. All of this feels like a dream, one that I’m going to wake up from at any moment. But yet here I am.

“Let’s head inside. Last thing I want is for the famous Park Jimin to catch a cold before I get a chance to work with him.”

Standing up simultaneously I turn my head to the side and show him a small smile. He musters a nod as he walks beside me quietly. Warmth hits us as we enter the building and I don’t realize how cold I was until my hands start shaking. Jimin hits all the buttons for us as we ride in complete silence as we reach his floor.

“Good night Jimin.”

“Good night y/n.”

The doors close as he’s still looking at me and I let out a breath I had been holding. Monday is going to be a challenge. Could he be questioning my credibility? Or my skill all together. I know that I danced with them for a song and then let them watch the choreo I made. But I know better than anyone that people can look talented by those but turn out to be a complete fraud. Practicing the same thing over and over again will make you a pro at that one thing.

The beeping of the elevator pulls me from my head as I march to my front door. Excitement rushes through my veins at the thought of taking off my shoes and changing into something more...well me. The apartment is quiet as I make my way back to my bedroom and change into my pajamas.

Before I know it, I’m huddled up in my blankets reading through the twenty emails I missed from BigHit while I was out today. I’ll give them credit, as a company they stay in constant contact and make sure everyone is on the same page with each and every department. And everyone knows the schedule of the others.

‘BigHit Monday Schedule:

8:00-9:30 Meeting in main conference room

9:45-12:45 BTS training with y/n in dance room 1

12:45-1:45 Lunch

2:00-3:15 BTS fitting with stylist

3:30-5:00 Individual schedules

5:15-6:30 Studio time

Any activity after 6:30 is considered free time/training time.’

They weren’t kidding when they said they had busy schedules. I get them for three hours on Monday and that’s it. I’ll have to step up my game then. Maybe I’ll get more time throughout the week because I’ll need way more time than 15 hours a week. But if that’s all I get then I’ll have to make some changes to the choreo.

Looks like this is going to be more of a challenge than I originally thought. But I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge.

#BTS jimin #jimin x reader #park jimin #bts smut #bts fanfic

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rogerinas-bra · 4 years

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Blame it on the Booze

Rating: General to Teen

Summary: After a long practice session, Roger convinces John to go to the bar. Fluff + First kiss

Length: 2,410 Words

Notes: In lieu of trying to write a novel this month, I've decided to try to write as much fan fiction as I can for NaNoWriMo 2019 :)The prompt for this one was Heartbeat. A random Queen fact, from my google research, John didn't begin heavily smoking until the making of the album 'The Works'. And even then he didn't have a cigarette brand he preferred, he would just bum them off of Roger and Freddie. Brian chose not to smoke because he had a loved one die of lung cancer.

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Being in a rock band was nothing new for Roger Taylor. At the age of twenty five he could proudly say he had been in three bands already and he loved it. The lights, the crowds, the girls (especially the girls); He was made for it. He became alive when he stepped out on the stage.

John on the other hand…

John joined their band a few years ago. He still shook at the sound of the demanding crowd and his eyes would become too large for his face. It would take gentle coaxing by Freddie to even get him to consider going out to play half the time.

Roger really could not relate to that sort of anxiety.

The four members of Queen had just spent hours practicing for a show they had coming up soon. Roger, sweaty and exhausted, wished Freddie and Brian good night as they left. Both the singer and the guitarist looked as knackered as Roger felt.

Roger claimed he wanted to stay behind and try to work on the drum line for their song, ‘Ogre Battle’. He and Brian had spent the past hour arguing over Roger’s timing. Rather than shove his drum sticks up Brian’s ass, Roger conceded and say that fine, he’d practice it again. He bloody well knew he wasn’t going to but Brian didn’t need to know that.

Roger leaned back on his drummer’s throne. He stretched his arms while staring off into space. He really wasn’t in the mood to go home anyway, the night was too young.

Someone walked into the room and the sound of their foot steps brought Roger back out of his thoughts. Roger rose his eyebrows and smiled when he saw it was John. “Oh hey, didn’t know you were still here.”

A small smile was returned but John still looked tired and a little upset. While they were playing earlier a string had snapped on his bass. That was what made Freddie finally say they had practiced enough for one night.

“We didn’t have any stupid strings the right gauge, so this’ll have to do for now,” John held a replacement string in his hand.

Roger watched John sit down and begin winding the broken string still attached to his bass guitar in silence. After some time, Roger pulled a pack of Marlboros out of his back pocket. He offered the pack to John first, who politely declined.

Roger put a cigarette in between his lips and chased the tip with a lit match. “You’re just delaying the inevitable you know.”

“Brian doesn’t smoke.”

“Well yeah, because it’s Brian,” Roger rolled his eyes and got up to lean against the wall near John. He blew smoke in the air. “What’re you doing after this anyway?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it,” John replied as his fingers worked the peg on the guitar’s head stock. He still had chipped black nail polish on from the week before when Freddie had basically pinned him down to paint it on. “Freddie and Brian went straight home so I suppose the bar is out.”

“Aw come on,” Roger leaned towards John and blew smoke towards his face, making the Bassist gag. John glared at Roger as he continued to speak.

“We don’t need those two. Why don’t we just go? We can get loaded, pick up a couple of chicks, you know...”

“You mean that you can pick up a couple of chicks,” John replied. “I happen to have morals.”

“Okay so you can at least approve of the chicks,” Roger tapped his cigarette against the ash tray on the desk John was working at. “Come on, a couple drinks, you and me. We never get to do anything together.”

John glanced at the watch on his wrist and sighed. “Fine, you tosser.”

“A proud tosser thank you very much,” A large grin took over Roger’s face.

= = =

Once John had finished putting the new string onto his Bass the two men left the studio in search of a bar.

“Do you really need to wear your sunglasses this late?” John asked, looking at Roger incredulously.

Roger swept past him and declared, “They’re a magnet for the ladies, they’re essential.”

“Whatever you say, Rog.”

Roger stopped walking in front of a bar they didn’t frequent and looked back at John.

“This’ll do, eh?”

Roger adjusted his hat over his blond locks and took a deep breath as he prepared to woo whatever catch he could find. John wondered to himself if this had been a good idea, seeing as he was probably going to be ditched in about twenty minutes.

However, after some time had passed, John hadn’t been abandoned yet. Roger had ordered a couple beers and shoved one into John’s hand when they first arrived. They took a seat towards the back of the room. (‘To get a better look at who comes in’ Roger had said).

An old TV set rumbled as some sort of sport was being broadcast. Three men with beer bellies were playing pool on the other side of the room and a handful of men who looked as though they just got off work sat around the bar, surrounded in a cloud of smoke.

After about a half hour had passed, Roger decided to get something a bit heavier from the bar and he said to the bartender: “Oi, when do birds end up in here mate?”

The older gentleman behind the bar handed Roger two vodka and sodas, with his eyebrows raised. “Oh there wouldn’t be any tonight, its Tuesday.”

Roger looked at him as if he was insulted. The bar keep quickly added, “We’re near an oil rig site, during the week the women know to stay away because the men are usually here looking for tail.”

Roger opened his mouth to say something but then just huffed, handed money over and grabbed the two drinks to bring back to the table.

“Did you hear ‘em?” Roger said. “What a waste of a night.”

John shrugged his shoulders, and accepted the drink from Roger. He knew he was getting comfortably buzzed now, so he would have to say he was enjoying his night just fine, thank you very much.

“S’uppose the ladies aren’t just staying away from the oil field workers.” John teased. “They heard that Roger fellow was coming and ran to the hills.”

Roger, who had been fiddling with his sunglasses stopped. Glaring at John, he downed half his drink in one go. He slammed the glass down and looked away, crossing his arms.

“Hey now...” John lowered his voice. “Look… I’m sorry, I was just teasing you.”

John’s fingers reached across the table and he grazed them gently over the back of Roger’s forearm to get Roger to look back at him.

Roger’s dark blue eyes were beginning to cloud from the drink. He snorted and pulled out his cigarettes again.

“Yeah, I know. I’m just frustrated.” Roger placed a cigarette in his mouth and smacked the cigarette pack against his palm to resettle the other ones inside it once the pack was closed.

= = =

They weren’t at the bar much longer. After a couple straight shots they were both pretty toasty. Roger pulled on his jacket, signaling he was ready to go, and finally his blasted sunglasses had been put away in his jacket’s pocket.

“Staying with me tonight?” John asked as he shoved his hands into his pockets of his own jacket after holding the door open for Roger to leave through.

“S’uppose so,” Roger said, a pout on his face. “I can’t believe not one girl came to the bar tonight. I’m so horny.”

John shook his head. “I forgot that your filter melts away when you’re getting a little more than just tipsy.”

“I’m not tipsy.” Roger replied. He made it a few more feet before he staggered a bit. “M’kay maybe I’m a little tipsy.”

John laughed softly and nodded to the alley way a bit ahead of them. “We can take a pit stop over there.”

The weather was quite nice for a May night. The breeze was a bit cold but the sky was clear. It was a new moon and a spray of stars stretched across the sky. John shivered a bit as he leaned against the brick wall on one side of the alley. He and Roger were quite alone.

Roger struggled to pull his cigarettes back out of his jacket pocket. Once he had one lit he began pacing back and forth in an attempt to sober up enough to walk to the bus station.

After a few moments of comfortable silence Roger side glanced at John, a frown on his face. “Did I tell you another bloke came up to me yesterday and told me he thought I was a girl?”

It took a lot for John to not laugh. He and his other band mates were well aware how much of a sore spot that comment would have been for Roger. Roger wasn’t short but he was thin for a drummer and he didn’t exactly scream macho man.

“It’s not your fault you have prettier hair than any girl that he probably ever shagged,” John offered.

Roger’s face screwed up in what looked like he was stuck between breaking into a grin and sobbing.

“Nobody ever makes comments like that about you though.”

“S’uppose they don’t.”

Silence fell between them again and Roger leaned against the wall next to John, inhaling smoke then blowing it up into the sky. He was close enough that John could smell the beer Roger had spilled on himself earlier mixed with sweat.

“I don’t get it,” Roger said after some time passed. “Your hair is prettier than mine, and your ass too.”

“Um, I’m glad you noticed, I guess.”

Roger turned to look over John’s face. “No I’m serious, you’d think you’d be told you look more like a girl than I do.”

John stared at him unsure of how to make of that comment, but suddenly his heart was beating faster in a way he wasn’t expecting. He supposed it was just the alcohol making him anxious. “Was that supposed to be a compliment?” John swallowed.

“S’uppose it was.”

“You’re real funny, Roger.”

Roger was now staring at him so intently that true panic did start to course through John. What was Roger trying to get at? John didn’t have a low opinion of himself but he would never say he was the looker of their band. Freddie and Roger had that covered.

Roger was now looking at John as if he’d never seen the bassist properly before.

After what seemed like an eternity, Roger tossed his half finished cigarette over his shoulder and moved quickly to pin a surprised John between himself and the wall. Roger’s warm, calloused, hand came to rest on John’s lower back under his jacket and shirt. It was a move John had seen Roger employ on girls countless of times. Roger’s nose was touching John’s and the cigarette smoke still lingered on his lips.

“Roger...” John said weakly.

“Deaky...” A sweet giggle fell out of Roger’s mouth as he copied John’s tone of voice, but as suddenly as it had come Roger became silent again

John would not be able say why he didn’t protest or pull away, he liked to think he would have normally. But the combination of the alcohol and the sudden, soft touch made his nerves feel on fire.

Time had stopped for them, except for the strong feeling of John’s heart beating out of his chest, his fingers threading through Roger’s hair and Roger rubbing John’s lower back gently.

Who had gotten the bravery to close the gap, neither of them knew. It was a hesitant kiss at first, like one that would take place on a first date, all lips and not much else. Roger pulled away looking as though he couldn’t believe what they had just done, but then he found his nerve again. His lips crushed against John’s in a deep sloppy kiss.

John’s tongue darted out to meet Roger’s and a natural pace established. Roger’s pelvis ground against John and he could feel that Roger hadn’t been joking earlier when he had said he was horny. John’s grip tightened in Roger’s hair and he felt his body involuntarily jerk against Roger in response.

Roger hadn’t expected that. He pulled away again with his eyes wide and his pupils blown. A soft “Oh” escaped his lips before he went back for more.

John brought his hands unoccupied to Roger’s hip and squeezed it, the denim of Roger’s pants biting into his fingers. A low moan came from Roger into John’s mouth and a blush spread across John’s cheeks.

When they finally broke apart for air, they were panting. Roger was trembling.

Roger then went for John’s neck, planting soft kisses down it, and nipping gently.

John had to bite back a moan. He tried to disguise it as a sigh but he didn’t think Roger had bought that by the way his fingers began to dig into John’s lower back.

“Roger...” John managed to squeak out. “We can’t.”

John didn’t really know what he meant by his statement. They couldn’t because what? Because they were out in the open? Cuz they were two drunk blokes who happened to be best friends?

In the end it didn’t matter though because Roger pulled away entirely at that point. The action wasn’t malicious but John did feel the energy change back to what it was before the moment prior, almost as if a switch had been flipped.

Roger uneasily looked both ways up and down the alley way. Satisfied they had not been seen, he wiped at his lips with the back of his hand and looked over at John anxiously.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” John smiled gently. “Why don’t we go home now? I’ll put the kettle on and we can have a cuppa.”

Relief and gratefulness spread over Roger’s features. They turned and walked towards the road, and went on to talk as though nothing had happened as they headed towards the bus station.

As they walked, John brushed against Roger purposefully and their hands met briefly. Once they crossed the road, Roger hooked his pinkie around John’s and they stayed that way the rest of the journey home.

#Queen #Dealor #roger taylor #john deacon #Queen Band #RPF #Queen RPF #bohemian rapsody movie #Fluff #first kiss #awkward flirting #romance

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outroshooky · 6 years

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love yourself world tour - newark, nj (9/29/2018)

Where do I even begin?

Last night was one of the most incredible nights of my life, and it didn’t sink in until I woke up this morning and my first thought was “I saw BTS yesterday”. They’re so real to me now- of course, you see them on interviews and you have their photocards and their bon voyage episodes, but it never really feels like they’re truly human until they’re standing in front of you in the middle of twenty thousand people, grinning from ear to ear. The joy radiated from all of their faces, and believe me when I say I'm not exaggerating that they glowed- in fact, they literally did! MELANIN. MEL-A-FUCKING-NIN, they’re so tan! It's so refreshing to see them not-whitewashed!

The energy on stage last night was insane. The Love Yourself concert was also my first ever concert- I don't get out much, haha- and I don't think I could have asked for a better show to take my concert virginity. The vibes and aura radiated from the crowd back to them and from them to us… seeing and hearing and being a part of the ARMY fanchant is an experience unto itself. When I first found my seat in the arena, the first thing I heard was a few thousand voices singing along to Save Me. Honestly, I almost started crying on the spot. Save Me has always had a special place in my heart as being the song that got me into BTS (along with me identifying with the song as a whole) and I had chills listening to it even from walking around in the lower levels on the way to finding my section. The atmosphere literally buzzed with excitement, but morphed into one of love as the night went on. It was written all over their faces just how much fun they were having… but more on all of these points later.

Pre-concert

I found @starlightaetae about an hour after I arrived at Prudential and we waited in line to take a picture together in front of the massive BTS world tour banner set up in the middle of the merch area. I think one of the most refreshing things about walking around before the concert was seeing all seven members equally represented by fans. So many Namjoon stans, and Jin stans too! A lot of people went to the Line store in NYC before arriving at Prudential, and as a result there were tons and tons of people with Bt21 merch, banners, and the like. I saw a girl walking around in a Koya onesie, and that was super cool!

I have never seen such diversity in the fan base as I have with ARMY. Young, old, gay, straight, black, white, tall, short, everything and everyone in between was there at yesterday’s concert. People I never would have guessed to be fans of BTS were walking around completely decked out in merchandise. While we were waiting in line, I saw a trio of sixty-plus women all wearing tour shirts- one of whom even painted her sneakers to say BTS! There was someone else wearing Hoseok’s iconic yellow sweatshirt/basketball jersey look, and they were wearing a wig dyed the color of his hair at the time!

Some of the most impactful moments of yesterday were standing in the middle of the merch area or on lines and watching all of the people mix and mingle around us. Everybody was introducing themselves, hyping each other up because it's BTS, and how can you not? To see all of these people come out, people I never would have guessed to be stans… it was really heartening. I realized just how many people these seven boys have touched, forgoing language and nationality and gender to reach out to people of all ages around the world. Everyone was a really good sport about things; I didn't hear a single complaint from anybody, even when for example the photobooth was closed. People were polite and respectful; some let us take pictures with their pickets, which had sold out by the time I’d gotten there. Overall, there was this energy that buoyed the thousands of us all crammed into the area around the stadium… it was infectious. Some dancers flash-mobbed an entrance and were dancing not only to BTS songs like Fake Love and Lie, but to other kpop songs. About a hundred people were clustered around them, singing along and cheering them on, and yet again I realized just how many people have been impacted by the boys. And then it sunk in that I was standing outside of the building where these same boys were and I lost my shit.

When I walked into the concert venue, my hands were trembling so bad that the usher couldn't scan my ticket for a few seconds because of the shaking barcode. Then it scanned; I was green lighted to go in and it all hit at once. The fanchant was filtering from up the escalator, the air was smoky with fake fog, my knees started shaking and I think at that point Nicole and I grabbed onto each other and cried a little bit because what else were we gonna do, I mean really. We held each other up for a good few minutes, especially when we stepped into a mezzanine section and got a look at the stage for the first time. I could see my upper level section (211!) from where we were standing, and my vertigo kicked in for a few seconds, and then excitement and nervousness took over (I think I should note here that I was actually so nervous that I didn't eat anything yesterday except for two slices of toast for breakfast. It sunk in during the car ride home that I hadn't eaten anything the entire day and then I was starving haha). Nicole and I went our separate ways here, and we waited about an hour and a half from then until the concert started. In the meantime, we waved our ARMY bombs and found each other across the arena (which was fun since it was mostly empty at the time) and just took it all in. The screens were playing BTS music videos, and I don't think I'll ever forget the sound of several thousand people singing Spring Day as one collective voice. Hearing people’s screams when Boy Meets Evil, Blood Sweat and Tears, and I Need U came on gave me chills.

The two seats next to me were empty, so I had relatively free space to move around, except I managed to dump my water bottle all over my drawstring bag and everything inside of it in the first ten minutes of the show… rip my program book, which is still drying out on the kitchen counter. I did manage to grab an extra Magic Shop sign though since mine was ripped and sopping wet. As the minutes ticked down, the energy in the arena grew even more frenzied, with the entire crowd (and forming ARMY bomb ocean!) screaming and bopping along to the Mic Drop music video. At 6:00pm, the lights shut off and Fake Love played, with the entire audience lit up only by light sticks screaming the lyrics. When the intro VCR started playing, I could see part of the stage open up from where I was sitting and I realized I could see the top of Namjoon’s head as they knelt on the platform. That was fucking surreal. Then the VCR ended, the lights shut off, the opening chords of Idol rang through the arena, and the platform raised up.

IDOL

From where I was sitting, it was difficult to see the individual members when they were on the main stage, but that didn't stop me from screaming my head off when Namjoon appeared on the big screen, looked dead into the camera, and said “You can call me artist, you can call me idol!” At this point, I was so overcome with shock that I don't think I actually waved my ARMY bomb for the first thirty seconds of the song. I just stood there attempting to collect my jaw from the floor because holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck it was them. I remember screaming when Yoongi did his little kick and they did that iconic challenge move. It was so freaking surreal, and sounded so identical to the recorded track that I forgot I was listening to them live. Jimin made my heart stop during Idol; the amount of power and precision in his movements was stunning, and it continued to awe me as the night went on. As each of the members came on the screens, it became real that this was them, and they were actually in front of me, and I kept counting to seven because I could not believe that this was actually them. Idol is enrapturing to see live, and I realized that although you can watch their choreographies online and during interviews and shows, you can never truly understand the feeling until you see one live. It takes your breath away, it really does- especially during high intensity songs like the first three they played. Idol was over faster than it had began, and they took the in between time to introduce themselves properly.

Introductions - between Idol and Save Me

When Idol finished, the camera panned among all of the members (who I was glad to see were sipping water as they were talking to us), and we got a look at all seven together for the first time. Namjoon looked into the camera first and beamed. It switched to Taehyung next, who was looking from section to section and grinning his signature boxy smile. He introduced the group with “Hey guys!” and we all pretty much lost our minds. After Tae introduced himself, Yoongi was next and while casually adjusting his earpieces one by one, coyly cupped his hand around his ear and egged us on to scream louder for him. The entire arena erupted for Seokjin, who blew us a kiss (and we hollered even louder). Jungkook scratched his head and flashed a bunny smile with a wave and a “nice to meet you guys!” When Jimin came onscreen, the audience exploded, and his stage persona faded to this shy smile and a wave. And of course, we couldn't forget about Hoseok, who we fawned over with “I’m your hope, you’re my hope, I’m j...!”, letting the audience scream “HOPE!” Seeing all of the boys during their introductions, as small figures on a massive stage yet with their faces filling two giant screens, was freaking incredible. Them! The seven boys we love and adore, introducing themselves to tens of thousands of fans. Their genuine reactions to our cheers made it all the better.

Save Me/I’m Fine

Okay, so I'm not going to lie, Save Me and I’m Fine I have a very personal connection to. Not only was it the song that got me into BTS, but Save Me was the anthem that summed me up best when I found Bangtan- I was falling apart at the seams; the person I relied on for validation and self-confidence was drifting away from me, and I was losing touch of both of us in the mess. Save Me was my anthem at the time- I needed that person’s hand before I fell, except that hand never came, and I fell hard. When I found out LY: Answer would feature a DnB (drum and bass) track, I was beside myself with excitement (DnB is my favorite genre of EDM), and then when I found out that that same track would be the sequel to Save Me… I was in Europe at the time Answer came out, and I'm Fine was the first song I listened to from the album. I was trying desperately to stream it off of international data while we were driving from Germany to Austria, and when the drop came, I actually burst into tears.

These songs are my story, how I turned Save Me into I’m Fine, and it's because of these seven boys that I was rebuilt and actually focused on myself for once like I deserved to. I thought of so many other people that I forgot what it was like to know myself, and I realized that I can't rely on them one hundred percent. At the end of the day, I only have myself. With all of this in mind, when I saw Jimin walk up the stage while singing the opening line of Save Me, I burst into tears. I actually don't remember the performance- thank god I recorded it- because my vision was completely blurry and filled with tears. The fanchant to Save Me was awesome to hear, as well as us singing the lyrics even louder than they were. Seokjin and Taehyung were so powerful during the live version of Save Me, especially when it was them alone on the stage singing. The entire arena yelled “hey, hope world!” during I’m Fine. Yoongi’s rap cleared my skin, raised my chemistry grades, did my laundry and ran me over with a semi. Holy fucking shit, the entire rap line decimated us all in the first ten minutes, and we hadn’t even gotten to Outro: Tear yet. Save Me/I’m Fine were the most emotional songs of the night for me by far.

ARMY Time

Skip this section if you’d like to be surprised by the song they perform during ARMY time, which came about fifteen minutes into the show.

When we arrived at the venue, each seat had a black banner with a flower design on it hung over the armrest. Hangul was written above and below “magic shop”, and according to the back of the banner, the whole phrase translated to “ARMYS are the flowers that grew in your magic shop”. Needless to say, the boys performed Magic Shop, and to hear tens of thousands of people singing “I’ll show you!” so sweetly back to them was really something else. There was no choreography, just them walking around the stage singing to us, and it felt truly intimate, just us and them in our own little world, created by the people in the same room, united by the same love. They are my magic shop, and we are theirs too. Taehyung and Seokjin again stood out here and showcased their vocal talent- the entire vocal line as a whole touched me deeply. When the cameras panned to show an endless row of signs in the audience, it brought it all together, and I felt connected not only to the boys but to every person around me. It was a moving performance, and certainly a magical moment, with the audience and their signs illuminated by the lights of the ARMY bombs and spotlights.

-VCR 1-

Trivia: Just Dance

All of the trivias blew me away, and each in their own special way. Just Dance was the most energizing performance of the night; it was by far the most impressive live solo dance I have ever seen. Hoseok owns the stage; he was born to be up there, and he stole my heart throughout the entire show, but he did the most during his Trivia. He makes it all look so easy; he interacts with the audience with this natural smile on his face that radiates joy. Our ARMY bombs lit up rainbow and the stage glowed purple, which was a gorgeous backdrop since he was wearing all white. I will never hear the first drop of Just Dance the same way again after the insane choreography that Hobi performed. He was flawless and fluid and natural being up there in front of us, dropping into a one legged split and popping back up like it was nothing. He is beyond charismatic and a literal ray of fucking sunshine, especially when he’s dancing and rapping at the same time. Both make him so happy, and that is written all over his face when he performs.

Around halfway through the song, backup dancers ran up onto the stage seemingly from out of nowhere (they ran up stairs in the pit) and Hoseok actually leapt over them while rapping. Even though he’s a single person in the middle of tens of thousands, your eyes naturally gravitated to him- he explodes with energy and passion and power like no other member of the group. He brings his own talent to the stage and awes us, whether it’s rapping or dancing or singing or even just hyping up the crowd. He really does make Just Dance look easy, even when he’s dropping down practically into a split thirty feet in the air on a raised platform.

Long story short, I love Jung Hoseok. Period.

Euphoria

Jungkook awed me during Euphoria most particularly with his vocals. He, much like Hoseok, was born to perform; between his voice and stage presence and impeccably smooth dancing, the best word to sum it all up is fluid. Euphoria is Jungkook’s song; it felt like he was speaking to us when we collectively sang “You are the cause of my euphoria/when I'm with you I'm in utopia”. I loved the lights (with ARMY bombs glowing bright blue!) and backup dancers in plain black. They were little details that didn’t detract from the whole, but rather drew your attention to the main stage and how utterly talented Jungkook is. Euphoria really is his song.

I Need U

The version of I Need U they played at the concert was a rock version that I actually enjoyed more in a live setting than the original song. Yoongi pointed his mic towards the audience for his intro rap part and let us cover it- with some mixed results (we sorta slurred some parts, but we tried)- but he nodded along with us as we sang. He was proud of us. Rather than doing the choreography, the boys stood on stage and listened to the arena sing. The smiles on their faces said it all. We screamed for Jin when he sang his verses, and you could see the visible change in his demeanor when he heard us. Namjoon and Taehyung faced my section for the final chorus, and Yoongi’s little shouts of “I NEED YOU” made I Need U one of my favorite memories from the night by far.

Run

Run was an absolute blast; I honestly can’t tell you who was more hyped, the audience or the boys. When the first drop came, they doused the fans at the barrier with whole bottles of water, which was really fun to see from up above. I don’t listen to Run on the daily, but last night’s performance changed that. It was energetic and explosive, and the whole arena was electrified.

-VCR 2-

Serendipity

Holy shit.

Just holy fucking shit.

Park Jimin.

Serendipity was another of my favorite performances from the night. I chose not to watch the choreography before I saw it live, and that combined with Jimin’s stage presence solidified Serendipity as my favorite intro. It’s such a beautiful, passionately sung song, and as much as Euphoria fits Jungkook, Serendipity fits Jimin. Onstage, Jimin oozes unadulterated charisma and pure sex appeal. You’re almost forced to watch; he is one hundred percent breathtaking, even if he’s simply walking up the stage. Serendipity live is the perfect mix of sweet and sensual, tender and heartfelt lyrics paired with elegant and sultry dance moves. Speaking of sultry dance moves, I was not expecting him to pull up his shirt for a few seconds, and neither was anybody else judging by the screams that elicited from the audience. He grinned for the quickest of moments after hearing us holler for him, and one of my favorite moments of the night actually happened at the end of the song. Jimin faced the camera and sang “Let me love…”, but a smile broke over his face- a real, genuine smile- and he said in the softest, shyest voice, “...love... you.” The screen went black and the arena erupted in cheers. Even in the last fifteen seconds of his performance, you could see Jimin fighting back the urge to smile, and that really made it so special.

Comparing the Jimin from the WINGS tour to the Jimin that we saw last night is like comparing two different people. Watching Burn The Stage, it was clear that he was struggling at the time, both with self love and perfectionism. Last night was like watching a bird freed from his cage. Jimin was comfortable in his own skin. He was happy. He’s learned how to love himself, and seeing the crowd’s reaction to his performance was enough for him to know he’d done well. That final smile and those nearly-whispered words- “love… you…”- said everything he hadn’t.

I love you, Jimin. I’m so proud of you.

Trivia: Love

I made it a point to scream for Namjoon during his solo song, and he got the loudest shouts of the night for any trivia during this performance. Namjoon’s stage presence is something that can only be described when you’re standing there watching him rap, engaging tens of thousands of people who are chanting the lyrics with him as he sings. You could see his pride and confidence build as the song (and concert as a whole!) went on. Love was absolutely engaging and riveting; Joon is a natural up on stage in his element, he was born to rap like this. Seeing Namjoon’s progression from Burn The Stage to last night was sort of like witnessing Jimin’s growth; he found his confidence with Love and made us all his bitch in the process. I fell even more in love with Joon during Love and fell in love with the vibes he gave off- poised, intelligent, intellectual, engaging. Oh, and did I mention he flipped his jacket off and gave us a shoulder tease?

DNA

The boys performed the choreography of DNA on the diamond stage, and although it was difficult for me to see for the most part, I could focus on the general mood of the audience a little more. We were all into it; it was definitely one of the most action-packed dances of the night since they performed it out in the middle of GA. DNA is definitely a crowd pleaser; we devotedly screamed for all of the boys, especially the second verse that’s pure rap line. It was so awesome to see something so iconic be performed right in front of our eyes.

Boyz with Fun/Attack on Bangtan/Fire/Baepsae/Dope

This mashup was explosive onstage and I think this was one of the most fiery performances of the night. Not only was hearing Jungkook rap live so cool, but seeing them go back to their hip-hop roots- and the roots of one of my favorite albums, Young Forever- was a great nod to their earlier music. The transition between Attack on Bangtan and Fire punted me into a level of Dante’s Inferno, and I was subsequently resurrected by the goddamn ferocity of Namseok’s hip thrusts during Baepsae. The rap line brought the fucking house down during Baepsae, and I think sexiest dance of the night would go to Namseok- Namjoon, for his handless, aggressive hip thrusting, and Hoseok for the thrusting he did while in a squat-crouch low to the ground. Dope was also incredible to see live; our ARMY bombs flashed red and the audience was electrified the most during Dope and Baepsae live. I’m not a big fan of Fire or Dope, but they’re back on my daily playlist after last night.

Airplane Part 2

This song was- oh my god.

Nicole and I are two of the biggest Airplane Part 2 stans you will ever meet, and last night’s performance of it destroyed our biases like nothing else.

The crowd screamed so loud when the chair appeared onstage. I’m pretty sure I actually went temporarily deaf at this point, because there was a ringing in my ears that definitely hadn’t been there earlier.

The boys were absolutely beaming throughout the whole thing. The first verse and bridge where Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, and Seokjin are passing the mic back and forth, they were grinning from ear to ear when the transitions happened. Just as Jimin passed the mic to Taehyung, he raised his eyebrows and gave us a little grin. Taehyung was smiling like the goddamn sun during his lines, and we screamed Namjoon’s rap along with him. Jimin is so goddamn powerful, and Jungkook’s little smirk when he sang the second half of the chorus was adorable. Jin even winked at the camera once or twice. You could tell they were having fun and legitimately enjoying themselves.

Jungkook’s high notes in Airplane Part 2 made the song, as did Sope’s verses. It was the most captivating performance of Airplane Part 2 I have ever seen. You can watch performance after performance online, but nothing, nothing tops seeing that song live.

-VCR 3-

Singularity

“I DIED DURING THUS SONG DIDOS OH MY GOD MY MANS WENT FOR IT WITH THEM MASKS OOOOOOOOOOOOOOF” - @starlightaetae

Nicole sums it up as best as possible. Singularity was one of the most riveting performances of the night. Personally, I don’t listen to Singularity very often, but Taehyung’s performance last night made me fall in love with it. His voice was like silk; Singularity is his baby and it made us his bitch. I loved how the mannequin was brought out and the masks (just like in the video!) had such an awesome effect on the whole thing, especially when Tae put one on himself. He gave this cocky little smirk to the camera before putting it on, and I’m pretty sure Nicole hasn’t been the same since. (“No, I haven’t been the same since!” - @starlightaetae)

I actually preferred the live version of Singularity to the recording simply because of the vibes this version gave off. I didn’t like the music video; for me it was too overwhelming, and a little too strange for my liking, but the live performance was completely enthralling. Taehyung commanding the stage during his intro was different to his previous appearances; you could tell that he was in his element here, and that was so freaking cool to see. I love how between Stigma and Singularity, Taehyung has found his sound, and he’s completely relaxed (and undeniably sexy) when he takes the stage alone.

Fake Love

From where I was sitting, I was able to see the boys line up before the main lights came on, and I pretty much lost my shit. Fake Love is one of my favorite songs, and it’s yet another song that you can see performance after performance of online, but there is nothing as captivating as the live performance. It’s also one of my favorite choreographies and I think the most emotion-filled out of all of their choreos.

Last night, the boys performed the Rocking Vibe mix of Fake Love, which was super cool to see live! I really liked how all of their larger hit songs were played as a rock mix version with drums and guitars, and Fake Love was my favorite rock remix. The crowd was beyond hyped for this song. I get chills whenever I rewatch the recording and listen to the fanchant; I’m pretty sure we sang and rapped almost every line. The crowd screamed when Hoseok and Jungkook did their mirror move and when the other six did their sort of marionette dance around Jimin. Seokjin got so much screen time and love from the audience! The loudest yells of the night were caused by Jungkook’s dual ab teases, and he gave this little cocky smirk after each one. The camera actually zoomed in on his second ab tease, thereby decimating tens of thousands of people in the blink of an eye. After the second ab tease, the camera cut to Jimin, and you could see him smirking too at our screams. Seokjin really went hard dance-wise during Fake Love; I’m so proud of him for how far he’s come with his dancing ability! He was incredible last night, and Fake Love all around was an insane performance- definitely one of the best of the night.

-VCR 4-

Trivia: Seesaw

Min Yoongi.

Min.

Fucking.

Yoongi.

Trivia: Seesaw has shamelessly been my favorite trivia off of LY: Answer since the album came out. I have such an emotional connection to this song; I can relate to it in so many different ways and seeing it live almost reduced me to tears. Yoongi is completely breathtaking when he’s alone. He makes the smallest movements look effortless; he commands that you look at and listen to him, and the entire crowd sang the chorus of Seesaw with him. I loved the backup dancers and the choreography, the constant references to that balance and imbalance. He slid down a bench in the middle of the stage and then ran up it in the middle of the second verse! He was so engaging and you could tell he was loving the attention from the crowd. During the last chorus, he pointed the mic at us and let us sing. You could see the smile on his face grow as he heard us, and he looked out as he sang, trying to make eye contact with every section.

I’m so in love with both this song and Min Yoongi. Nicole can attest to the fact that I’ve spent the last day in complete awe that he was right in front of me. I see so much of myself in him; to see his gummy smile beam from right there at us was the best damn thing I could have ever asked for.

Love you, Yoongs. You have no idea how much you mean to me.

Epiphany

Nothing I produce from my mere mortal fingers on a keyboard can accurately describe the impact of hearing Seokjin perform Epiphany. It was the most emotional performance of the night second only to The Truth Untold, which was performed literally directly after Epiphany.

When we realized Epiphany was next, we began chanting Jin’s name. I will never forget the sound of tens of thousands chanting “KIM SEOKJIN! KIM SEOKJIN!” and cheering when that single spotlight shone on him sitting at the piano. We did that for no other member, and I was so proud and happy to see the love and support that we showed Jin last night. You could hear the audience quietly singing along, and the sheer amount of power in everyone raising their voices to sing “I’m the one I should love in this world” as one driving force is something I will never forget. There were two moments when Jin looked directly into the camera, and it felt like time stopped. What felt like minutes at the show, as I’m rewatching the videos, was only seconds… It’s so hard to believe. The screams and cheers for him echoed throughout the whole arena… We yelled like that for no one else. It made me so, so joyful.

Although it didn’t show much in his face at first, his body language and the immense amount of effort he put into his performance said it all. Jin went hard. I’ve never seen him go that hard, ever. He put so much passion into his singing and he made it clear how he feels… Epiphany was one of the most moving performances of the entire show. I’ll never forget him nor the sheer beauty of it all.

Towards the end of Epiphany, Jin walked up on the main stage and turned his back to us, his profile completely illuminated by white light. We chanted his name again and when he hit those high notes, we fucking hollered. Kim Seokjin deserved every single bit of the cheers we gave him last night, ten times over.

Thank you, Jin. I love you.

The Truth Untold

As the final notes of Epiphany finished, the rest of the vocal line joined Seokjin on the raised platform to sing The Truth Untold. It was at this point in the show that I almost started crying for the fourth time, and I’m pretty sure the boys may have been crying too. You could see them looking out at us, taking it all in, listening to our screams that died into us singing along with them. Each of the four screens onstage showed a different member, and watching all four of them react at the same time made my eyes well up. I have chills every time I hear “but I still want you…” as we sang it along with them.

Seokjin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook are so, so fucking talented. They work so hard and they made last night’s performance of The Truth Untold something truly special. I will never hear the song the same way again, with thousands of voices singing the same line:

“...but I still want you…”

Outro: Tear

I had fucking whiplash from how fast these boys turned from soft, sentimental, and heartfelt vocals to hard-ass aggressive rap with a bite. Outro: Tear was wild. To sum it up according to Nicole, “It was the littest moment of my life.”

The entire stage and all of our ARMY bombs were lit neon green, plus fire shot up from the main stage during the chorus. I’m not gonna lie when I say Yoongi’s live verse of Tear was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed, especially him singing/chanting those lower parts. Everyone was so hyped for the rap line; there was never a better day to be a rap line hoe. We screamed along with them as they belted out the chorus, especially the lower parts I mentioned before. Hoseok went hard; hell every member did. Namjoon in those shades wrecked my bias like none other.

You can listen to Outro: Tear and hear the power and emotion the rap line sinks into this song, but nothing will ever compare to seeing them take the stage and perform it. They’re in their element when they’re performing Tear; it was unlike any other performance during the night. It was raw, unbridled energy and release.

It was a good day to be a rap line hoe, y’all.

Mic Drop

Mic Drop. Mic Drop.

Mic Drop. That is all.

This song was my favorite group performance of the entire show. It was their last before the intermission, and I wish I’d recorded it because holy shit this performance blew the music video version out of the fucking water.

They performed the original Mic Drop with about a thirty second dance break towards the end, and I'll have you know that said dance break left me in a smoldering pile of ash because seeing seven guys at the forefront of a huge group of backup dancers all body rolling as one whole was hot as hell.

What was awesome was seeing how the crowd reacted to Mic Drop, and I think it was definitely the loudest performance of the night. We fed off of each other’s energy; the crowd was electrified and so were the boys. Our ARMY bombs lit up bright red and it was really a sight to see all around. I’ve never felt more in tune with an audience and a song; to hear everyone around me screaming the backing vocals and doing Seokjin’s little arm wave when he’s in the front during the choreography with tens of thousands of people was something else. It was the most explosive way to end the first part of the show, and certainly the most impressive.

I didn’t listen to Mic Drop regularly for most of this year, but I did when I first started listening to BTS, and I fell in love with Steve Aoki’s remix all over again when it came out on LY: Answer. Between that and their live performance, I’ll have Mic Drop on repeat for god knows how many years now.

Intermission

So What

I didn’t listen to So What actually until the Love Yourself World Tour started and I saw a video of Jungkook doing the chute dance down the middle of the stage. I was having really bad anxiety at the time, and that video was the only thing to make me laugh that night. Ever since I’ve seen the various clips of him doing the dance, it’s made me think of the song completely differently, and last night was no exception.

It was so much fun to see every member completely bopping to So What. The boys were all running around the stage hyping us up, and that first drop was completely unforgettable. White confetti exploded from the stage and rained down on the crowd. It was so much fun, and you could tell that they were also enjoying themselves to no end. It was us and them and singing and dancing simply for the love of music and being together… It was one of my favorite moments from the night, especially seeing Jungkook go insane. I love his headass so much.

Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook did the chute dance right down from the main stage to the diamond, and I have never loved any of them more than I did in that moment. To see Namjoon rapping behind them (looking mildly disappointed) and Jin/Jimin/Jungkook laughing and having the time of their lives was one thing I’ll never forget. Plus, Taehyung and Seokjin flirting with each other and the camera was so damn adorable. So What has such a larger meaning for me now that I’ve seen it live; it has concert vibes written all over it and I'll always remember hearing Jimin and Jungkook’s higher vocals cut through near the end of the song. So What holds so much excitement for me now, and I really hope they do it at every concert in the future, because it was truly unforgettable.

Anpanman

The live performance of Anpanman was fucking incredible.

I actually am not a huge fan of the song; I don’t like the opening line and as a result I’ve never been able to enjoy listening to the full thing. However, the live version changed my mind. The boys practically exploded with excitement when it came on, and the crowd got so hyped. I loved the cartoons that displayed on the screens during the performance, and how excited Yoongi and Hoseok got rapping this song. I loved how the audience screamed along with “super car like Batman!”and “ballin’, ballin’, still Bangtan!”. Jimin in particular looked so happy singing this song. Also, I may or may not have yelled “YOU ARE” when Yoongi rapped “I can be your hero!”

Taehyung and Jungkook hugging while singing “waiting for you Anpanman” was so fucking cute. There are so many good memories and vibes associated with Anpanman now; this is another song that has a whole different meaning for me after seeing it live, and I’ll always remember how happy it made them- and us.

Answer: Love Myself and Goodbyes

Before they sang Answer: Love Myself, the boys said their goodbyes, and their ending speeches were so touching. They had a translator on hand when the boys switched to Korean, and Jin in particular said he never wanted to get rid of the feeling he had at that moment, it was just so good. Jungkook talked about how we are his energy and no matter how many shows they do, we always make him so happy. I realized during the ending speeches just how much love BTS has for us. They love us more than anything, they really do. You see it in their eyes when they look out at the crowd, trying to make eye contact with as many people as possible to take it all in. I looked at Jimin and Namjoon, who faced my section as they were saying their goodbyes, and it was unreal to see two men I hold in the highest esteem possible looking back up at me. We are so privileged to have each other, and they deserve all of the love in the world.

I will never, ever forget hearing an arena of thousands sing “You show me I have reasons I should love myself” collectively as one. You could see it written all over the boys’ faces just how much they were affected. Most importantly, last night I saw an emotion that I didn’t see much in their previous world tour clips (before LY), but was prominent in every performance of the show.

Happiness.

These boys are happy. So, so happy. They’re learning to love themselves, and they’re proud of us for doing the same.

They didn’t want to get off stage last night, lingering as long as possible to say goodbye. Taehyung and Jungkook were the most reluctant to go, Taehyung being the last one off stage, and Jungkook taking one last look into the camera, winking, and dumping his entire bottle of Fuji water all over his head before dashing into the wings.

After the show ended and the lights came back on, I sat on the upper level with my head in my hands just staring at the stage. An ARMY below me took one look as she was leaving and said “Just so you know, you’re my entire mood right now.”

I replied, “What am I going to do with my life?”

She shrugged and said “Wait until their next world tour.”

I have on video that as Jungkook was saying his goodbyes, he said he’d see us back here next year.

Hey, Jeon?

I’m holding you to that.

#bts #bangtan boys #bangtan #lya:world tour #bts world tour #bts on tour #newark #bts in newark #writtenthanerased #love yourself world tour #love yourself #this was about 5k words longer than i meant it to be but you know what #it was worth it #i've never written 7k in one day before wow

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Christmas Miracles.

Maybe one where Darcy tells the family she is pregnant on Christmas Day after all the struggles she's been through?

I couldn’t let this one pass by without being written for this years Blogmas; we don’t see much of Darcy and Sam so it was really fun to explore their little relationship. A little back story into their life. And I know that writing about characters other than Harry and the missus, so, we’ll see how this one goes down with you; I’m so used to writing about Harry and his wife, haha.

Just an additional Author’s Note; I’m not sure on the whole adoption process so I’m going by what the internet has told me about what happens. It’s not a long and lengthy story about it - just the section where they tell their family about the good news and it’s all emotional and full of excitement. Lots of grandchildren being introduced in this story so, if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask questions to find out more.

Friends has been a huge help in the inspiration for Darcy’s storyline; with Monica and Chandler being unable to have kids, themselves. If there is anything that seems out of place, please, please tell me.

Feedback is welcomed, as always.

Enjoy. xx

CHRISTMAS DAY, 2053. 1:30PM. HAMPSTEAD, LONDON.

The house was full. And it was just the way you liked it.

With four kids, close and over thirty, that had officially left home when they were twenty, that were split around London and the south, that were living their own lives and out in the world to fend for themselves, that had their own families to look after, it was rare to have them home for days on end. Their bedrooms hadn’t been changed, massively, from how they’d left them - posters having been tacked from the walls and rolled up to be stored elsewhere, trinkets and trophies being stacked into boxes, reading books and photo albums, along with photo frames, being taken with them to start their new lives in new homes, the walls now covered in wallpaper rather than a matte finish and their bedsheets had changed from pinks and blues and purples to creams and dark blues and greys - and they were empty, apart from canvas paintings from friendly artists and from birthday gifts, and ready to bring them comfort for the nights when they decided to stay.

Christmas Day’s and birthday’s being the times when they’d all congregate back into the home they grew up in. That was their first home, their first comforting place to hide away, their first place that held memories that picture frames and albums couldn’t contain. The heartfelt memories that were always fun to look back on; the Sunday mornings when Harry would wake them up with the sweetest of kisses and to inform them that pancakes were on the table, the packing for their holidays and the playful bickering about who was sitting next to who on the plane, the moments when they brought their partners home for the first time and everything had gone swell. The sweet memories that would always bring a tear to the eyes of those listening; the times when one would come home and want nothing but a hug and a cuddle from one of you, the nights when Rose was sick and just wanted cuddles because that’s how she felt better, the kisses and the cuddles shared, and the exchanging of presents that had been passed through generations of the family. The heartbreaking memories that, sometimes, they just wanted to forget about; their first heartaches and heartbreaks with boyfriends and girlfriends, the times when they’d come home and shatter because their days hadn’t gone so well, the death of a close family member that they loved dearly and couldn’t quite understand why they’d been taken away from them.

You cherished the times you got to spend with them.

Cherished every passing moment of every passing second of every passing hour. Cherished the knowledge that the house was full of your children and children married into your sweet family and grandchildren. Cherished the chats that you had over cups of tea and plates of biscuits and enjoyed the company... because it wouldn’t be long before you were saying your goodbyes and watching as they took off, down the roads of Hampstead, back towards their homes, leaving the large house feeling empty, despite yourself and Harry.

The living room had been taken over by two husbands, who had been left alone to mingle by their wives, and three young boys, who had been eager to catch up the sports highlights of the last week. The soft hum of their low chatter, as they discussed certain aspects, filtering through to the kitchen, the shrill of Grayson’s whines of frustration occasionally drowning out the cheers from a football game that played upon the telly, that would be soothed by the shushing and humming of Jack as he tried to calm his nephew down. The fire crackling and you’d, sometimes, hear the tinkle of beer bottles and glasses tinkle as they were placed upon the coffee table.

Your husband was wandering with a new baby in his arms. Chatting to her and singing Christmas tunes to her, under his breath, as he fed her her dinner and burped her so she was ready to go down for a nap, chatting aimlessly to Connor when he’d drifted away from the sports, before completely revelling in the fact that it had been a long while since he’d held a baby in his arms. Always having found comfort in holding his grandchildren as newborns and spending the longest time with them because he couldn’t get enough of the tiny toes and the delicate fingers that would wrap around on his and the delicious sounds that came squeaking from within them. Letting her happily chew on his finger, or suckle on his thumb, and cosying her close when her face nudged into the hollow of his neck, lulled to silence from the bob in his step and the sway of his hips - a skill he’d learnt from all four of his own babies.

The den had been occupied by an uncle and a niece. Hadley having dragged Alfie away to cuddle with him and to cosy up with him as he slipped on their favourite Christmas movie; a tradition of theirs, that had happened every single year, from the moment she was born. Sharing a bowl of popcorn that he’d make sneakily, because he knew his mother and his sister would scold him for eating before dinner, and letting her have full control over holding the bowl. Speaking the lines before they were said on screen and laughing with one another.

Three wives had been subdued to taking care of the dining room. Decorating the long table with placemats and chair covers, crackers being set at each seat and cutlery being placed in the right places, and making sure the wine glasses were smear-free and set on coasters, ready to be filled with the chosen wine for the dinner. Nattering amongst themselves as they filled each other in on what they’d gotten themselves up to. Persephone talking about her latest conquest in her interior designing; having been asked, by someone of high authority in the fame world, to decorate the lower level of their house. Ellie chatting about how Alfie had been asked to coach for Finn’s football team. And Rose chatting about how she was handling being a new mum to a brand-new little girl; asking for tips and pointers because she was new to everything.

Yourself having sided off to the kitchen to prepare a dinner that would soon be devoured by everyone. Christmas tunes humming from the radio, the smell of Christmas dinner filling the house and making stomachs rumble, and the smell of Christmas, itself, making its way to your nose and shooting a spark of festive through you.

“Can I offer my assistance in any way, my love?” Harry hummed from the entryway of the kitchen, a 4-month old Celine tucked into the crook of his arm as he gave her bum gentle pats to keep her soothed and comforted, and to keep her from crying, as well as to let her know that he was still there and crooning over her. Startling you and tearing you away from the distant bubble that you’d drifted into whilst stirring the soup for the starter meal. “Is dinner coming along okay?”

“I think you’re doing a wonderful job looking after Celine, there. I think you can sacrifice being my assistant for today,” you smiled warmly, looking over your shoulder as you continued to stir the tomato soup in the soup pan, bubbling away on the cooker. Filling the kitchen with a delicious aroma of spices and pureed tomato, dabbled with a little cream to make it sweeter, and the cooking meats in the oven for the Christmas dinner. “The girls have been popping in and out to help me, anyway. I think they may be huddling over the wine though. They’ve been sporting some pink teeth each time they come in.”

Harry snorted, adjusting the baby in the crook of his arm, as she whimpered at the change of position. Her face pushing into his upper arm, mouth open as a grizzle escaped, as it scrunched up before straightening back out.

“Are you sure you’re doing okay in here? I can put Celine down for her sleep or give her back to Connor,” he suggested, stepping further into the kitchen and siding up to you, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders to pull you, cosily, into his side, “I can get the potatoes going? Or cut up some vegetables for you? I know you like my potatoes cooked in beef fat.”

“I’m doing perfectly fine, mister. It’s not as hectic as I thought it was going to be. I thought I’d have the kids going crazy around me,” you dropped your hands from what they were doing, wiping them on your apron before rapping one hand around his waist. The other coming up to brush your fingertips along your grand-daughter’s downy hair, feeling the soft tufts tickle the tips, feather-light to the touch. “You’ve missed have babies in the house, haven’t you?”

“‘course I have. We’ve passed the stage of having our own babies so I’ve got to squeeze in the time with my little grandbabies, haven’t I?” He pressed his lips to your temple, letting them linger longer than normal, nose nudging into your hairline as you squeezed him closer to your side, “what time did Darcy say they were coming through? They’ll be here before we dish up dinner, yeah?”

The both of you had expected Darcy and Sam to arrive the day before Christmas Eve, the day before everyone else was scheduled to arrive, to squeeze in some time with the both of them before everyone else made their appearances. To see how they were doing because they’d been busy, to know how they were coping with the news of her infertility, and to make sure they were definitely and one hundred percent comfortable with Christmas Day, given how fresh the news had been for everyone. With a brand new baby in the house, you didn’t want to see one of your youngest girls feel overwhelmed because it was something she couldn’t, and would never be able to, have. Having set up the spare bedroom and made sure that their en-suite was full of shampoos and conditioners and shower gels so they needn’t worry about taking space in their bags with shower necessities, before they’d called and apologised about how plans were in need of changing, that Sam was needed, and that they wouldn’t arrive until the early afternoon of Christmas Day.

You nodded and pulled away from him.

“She phoned this morning and said they’d be here just after two. I said I’d be serving dinner at three so it gives them time to settle in, bring in presents, set up in the bedroom upstairs and mingle with everyone before we sit down,” you explained, “go sit yourself down. Go and mingle with the boys.”

“Where’s Alfie?”

“Hadley’s taken him into the den so they could watch some Christmas films,” your eyes glanced into the garden, taking note of the chilled atmosphere and the grey clouds that were starting to appear, covering the blue sheet and hiding the harsh sunlight from piercing through the windows. “I don’t think they were all that interested in watching the sports highlights from this week.”

“Neither were the kiddos. Finn and Grayson are passed out on the floor by the fire, Quentin is almost falling asleep on Jack, and both men are sporting the heavy eyes. Refusing to fall asleep, but, I reckon they’ll be out within the next ten minutes” Harry snickered, his head ducking down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, “I think we’ll go and see what the girls are doing, yeah? Shall we do that, little lady? Shall we go and see what your mummy is up to? Scold her getting into the wine?”

“I’m not in the wine, thank you very much,” Rose’s voice hollered from the dining room, her head poking round the doorframe, “have you put my daughter down at all today, Dad? I don’t want you spilling gravy on her when we sit down for dinner.”

“Within the blink of an eye, she’ll be as old as you and she’ll be as big as you, and I won’t get to hold her like this anymore. I’m making the most of it,” his socked feet took him across the tiles, slipping into the dining room to see his eldest daughter and his daughter-in-law perched at the head of the dining table. Setting the baby back into Rose’s arms with a kiss to his daughter’s cheek. “Mum thinks the three of you have been getting into the red wine.”

“We may have had a couple of glasses of the opened wine,” Persephone grinned, and to Harry’s vision, came the pink teeth that you’d told him of. Tilting her glass in his direction and sending him a wink, as he shook his head in amusement, “Come sit down for a glass, Dad. We’ve just been chatting about our funniest Christmas days. Do you remember the day when Alfie dropped his Christmas dinner down his front? And you let him have a sip of his mulled wine and it sent him on a rush, all day? You thought you’d gotten him drunk,” she cackled.

Harry chuckled lightly. Arms feeling empty as he watched the youngest of his twins cradle her baby, his heart bursting before he spun around, pressing a kiss to Ellie’s cheek before cupping Persephone’s shoulder, hunching over to press a kiss to the top of her head.

“Your mum banned me from having any more mulled wine that day. Your aunt found it funny, I kept asking you to sneak me some glasses, and your poor nan was taking the wrath of Alfie’s excitement,” he reminded her, settling himself down on the chair beside her and wordlessly thanking her for the glass of wine she’d poured for him, “had me on the water for the rest of the night.”

CHRISTMAS DAY, 2053. 2:30PM.

The doorbell, followed by a thumping knock to the front door, filled the house. Surprising you as you checked on the turkey cooking in the oven, a chorus of ‘that must be Darcy’ coming from the dining room as the conversation came to a sudden halt, startling Jack and Connor from their snoozes on the sofa and exciting the three young boys as they shot to their feet in a haste to be the first to open the front door. Hadley’s head poking from around the door of the den as she looked in the direction of the front door, Alfie’s head not too far from following, as the both of them, eagerly, watched the commotion go down. A cheerful ‘hello’ filtering down the hallway as Sam entered, followed by his wife as she carried bags of presents, and balanced a tin of peppermint brownies on her hip.

“Come on, let us through, you buggers.”

Sam’s voice came as the door closed shut with a heavy thud. Excited yells and squeals coming from the two youngest boys as Sam lifted them up, one under each arm, and carried them into the living room, as Finn snuggled underneath Darcy’s free arm, taking the tin of brownies from under her arm. Dropping them onto the sofa before shaking hands with the two men, now, sat upright. Perching on the arm of the chair, sending his wife a smile as she left the present bags, and their personal belongings, at the bottom of the stairs, for him to take up. Striding into the kitchen with her nephew under her arm.

“Merry Christmas, Mum,” she hummed, as Finn wriggled from her side to set the brownies upon the counter, her arms wrapping around you as you welcomed her with a tight hug, “sorry that we’re a bit late. There was traffic, an accident on the motorway or something. We would have been here before twelve because Sam finished early.”

“That’s okay, sweet girl. Dinner’s still on track for three,” you squeezed her cheeks and watched as they blushed, “still staying through till New Year?”

“If you want us to,” she grinned, pulling away from you, “where’s Dad? He’s usually the first to greet everyone.”

You pointed towards the dining room archway, a knowing nod coming from Darcy, as she grinned.

“He’s gotten into the wine, hasn’t he?”

“Surprisingly, it was your sister and Ellie who cracked it open first. He just joined in with them, not too long ago, actually. It’s better than him trying to steal bits and pieces from the dinner,” you laughed, casting your eyes over to Finn as he finished up the last bite of the brownie he’d stolen from the tin, “mister, what are you doing, you cheeky thing?” You teased playfully, stepping over to him to wipe his mouth with the pads of your thumbs. Darcy sneaking away to side into the dining room. “Don’t go telling your mum you’ve had one, okay? She’ll go bonkers.”

“Hey, there’s my little rebel,” Harry chortled, standing to his feet and leaving behind his half-empty wine glass, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her to his front, “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek, feeling the prickle of his stubble against the soft flesh before pulling away, “you’re supposed to be helping Mum with the dinner, not having a Mother’s Meeting in the dining room.”

“We have been helping,” he hummed, giving her a tighter squeeze to his front before unravelling his arms from around her, “how was the drive here? Was it good?”

“We hit some traffic on the way but it was pretty smooth,” she nodded, keeping an arm snaked around his waist, “Sam might need some help taking our stuff upstairs. And we have presents in the hallway but we don’t know where to put them. Thought we’d leave that to you.”

He cleared his throat, “do you want a glass of wine? We’re finishing off the open bottle before dinner.”

She nodded and took a seat at the table.

“I’d love one, thanks.”

CHRISTMAS DAY, 2053. 4PM.

The opportunity rose just after dessert had finished.

A quarter of a Christmas pudding, half of a Victoria sponge, a couple of Darcy’s peppermint brownies, a jug full of cream and a jug full of custard, both with dribbles of their content rolling down the sides, were left behind in the middle of the table, being picked at, every so often, and eyed up by those who were hungry but didn’t want to make themselves look greedy by going in for more. The kids having escaped from the table and found comfort, spread out in the den, with flicking through the telly to find something to watch for the afternoon, until everyone settled in the living room for a board game night. Having been a tradition for the Styles family since before Harry was born. Mouths tasting sweet and chocolate still sticking to the corners of their lips, having devoured more than plenty of brownies and ice-cream.

Darcy stayed, cosied, beneath Sam’s arm, as he idly conversed with Connor, sipping on her new glass of wine, white rather than the red that she’d had upon her arrival. The room was silent. Screaming out for them to share the news; news that hadn’t quite settled in their minds yet. That didn’t quite feel real. Because this time, next year, they’d have another child, to spoil rotten with presents. Another to include in the festivities. Another to cuddle with and muck around with. Another child to form traditions with.

She looked up at Sam as he looked down at her, smiling encouragingly, as she cleared her throat and sat up. All eyes and everyone’s attention shifting to her.

“Darce? You alright?” Harry wondered, setting his wine glass on the table. Eyes darting betweens yours and his daughters. “Darcy?”

She smiled softly and nodded.

“We have some news to share,” she announced. Harry’s eyes settling upon your wide orbs as you made contact with his. Sam’s hand squeezing hers tightly, for reassurance and to let her know that, if she needed him to take over, he was there in a heartbeat. “We’ve been going on a really gruelling process of adoption, over the last year, as you know. We’ve had meetings, house visits, interviews, and everything you could possibly imagine,” she looked across to Rose as she cradled Celine in her arms, a smile twitching up her lips, “and this time next year, we’ll be celebrating, hopefully, with another child in the house because, we, uh, we’ve been told that we’ve been approved.”

She didn’t realise that tears were building in her eyes until she blinked and felt one roll down her cheek, the softest of laughs, but it could have been a sob, escaping her parted lips. Her father shooting up from his chair, followed by you, as the both of you made your way around to her and Sam. Persephone’s lips quirking into a grin as she looked across to Rose, both sporting a look of pride and happiness for their sister. Harry’s arms wrapping her up into a hug as you gladly welcomed Sam against your front, hands rubbing his back soothingly, as he squeezed you.

“There’s a young girl, up in Manchester, linked with the agency we’ve signed through. She’s a teenager, seventeen, and she and her family are struggling for money. She’s single, and there’s no chance that she, nor her family, would be able to support and look after the child. They’re against abortion and chose adoption and they chose us, not too long ago,” Sam gushed excitedly, swiping his thumb beneath your eyes as he caught a tear that dribbled from the ducts, “it’s a little girl. She wanted us to know that. Healthy and everything. Growing perfectly. And, she’s due in the new year. End of January, we’ve been told.”

“That’s fantastic news,” Harry croaked, swaying his body from side to side as he kept a close hold upon his daughter. Her eyes seeping with tears, making the hollow of his neck damp, gripping tightly to the sweater that sat upon his torso. “Hey, hey. Don’t cry, sweetheart. This is bloody brilliant. You’re finally going to be a mum.”

“Happy tears, Dad,” she whispered wetly, sniffling and wiping her nose into the sleeve of her hoodie, as she pulled away from him. His thumbs attaching to the apples of her cheeks as he wiped away the moisture. “I’m going to make you a grandad again,” she giggled, his lips pressing against her forehead, “Merry Christmas.”

“Come here, my sweet girl. Let me have a cuddle,” you cooed, arms wide as you waited for her body to collide with yours. Chin resting upon your shoulder as Sam scooted and shuffled in the direction of Harry. Hand stretched out as they shook hands. “Darcy, this is wonderful news. This is why you’ve been so busy? God, you’re a menace for making us worry to death about you working too hard.”

“We couldn’t spoil it. We thought it would have been perfect to surprise you with,” she snickered, holding onto you tightly, “we were thinking that you and dad could come up to Manchester, with us, before the baby’s born, to meet her. She’s the sweetest thing, Mum. She’s so nervous and we’ve been doing everything we can to make her feel as comfortable as possible,” she pulled away and allowed you to press a kiss to her cheek, hands cupping her face, “I’m finally going to be a mummy, Mum. We’re getting a baby.”

“It’s a Christmas miracle, isn’t it?” You crooned, laughing softly as she nodded, cheerfully.

A Christmas miracle... indeed.

#harry styles imagines #harry imagines #harry styles blurbs #harry blurbs #one direction preferences #one direction imagines #blogmas 2017 #1d harry #1d harry styles

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bitchfromtheseventhhell · 7 years

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GIF Manipping Tutorial

I couldn’t really think of anything to do when I passed a follower milestone, so, belatedly--and because @dreamofspring suggest-requested it--I’m going to write up a tutorial on gif manipping/merging/whatever you want to call it/the process I use to make gifs like the ones below.

Some notes before we begin:

I use Photoshop CS 6 on a Macbook Pro.

I use @patchface‘s gif making process by and large, with some additional tweaking. I’m pretty attached to using smart objects in the gif making process so this tutorial relies on that, rather than keeping frames in a timeline form. I won’t be explaining how to make gifs. @patchface‘s tutorial is pretty solid, and there are plenty of others out there if you want to dip your feet if you search around Tumblr.

I’m also going to be using Layer Masks, but not explaining how they work so much as why I use them. Here’s a tutorial that explains them, and I’ll link it again below when relevant.

Thanks to the members of the creatorsresourcenetwork for looking this over before I posted!

I. General Process

Since the reason for this is because Sarah asked, I’m going to show my process for making the last of the four gifs above--Jon & Drogon on the Wall.

1) Select your clips. This is challenging and things don’t always fit easily. The number of times I’ve had an idea, set out to make it work and then given up is very very high.

If you want, you can work with individual caps first before making your gifs. I don’t usually do that but if I’m feeling particularly frustrated I do.

Here is what I came up with for Jon (in S1) & Drogon (in Meereen) respectively

2) Crop, Make & Sharpen your gifs in two separate photoshop files.

3) Here’s where the fun begins. Depending on how you make your gifs you should put them in a folder (if you do a copy & gaussian blur technique).

Pick the gif of the two gifs you want to be your “home base” gif and drag the other one into that base gif’s canvas. Photoshop lets you have two canvases side-by-side (this is something I find useful generally for gifsets since you can see colors side-by-side before saving and exporting for tumblr). You click on the file name section

and drag it down or to the side. When you hit the edge of the photoshop window--before your tools begin or your timeline--it should highlight. Release the file and you should now see both files side by side and you can easily click and drag files from the layer section of one canvas

on top of the other canvas, which will add it to the second canvas’ layer section.

Doing so should maintain the size of the gif, based on how you cropped it, but the cropping won’t be maintained. But that’s ok-- you can click-drag the gif around on the canvas until you get it to line up the way you want it to:

I dragged Jon a little bit to make room for Drogon on top of the wall, which mean there was a gap in the top of the gif:

I duplicated the Jon gif and moved the bottom of the two gifs up to have some sky consistency. It made a texture in the upper-right corner in the final gif that, six months later, I’m annoyed at, but that’s what I did and you live and you learn.

4) Layer Mask time! As I said above, I won’t necessarily be explaining how to use layer masks, but you can read about that here. Layer masks aren’t just great for this way of manipulating gifs but also wonderful for coloring since it lets you “hide” part of your layer. In coloring that means that you can really make some colors vibrant, or dark, or desaturated, or whatever you’re going for. For this, it means you can work on blending the two gifs together.

I applied some layer masks to both gifs/gif folders to make it a little smoother. This was an initial stage--a way to get it rolling before coloring so I could see vaguely what I was aiming for. I definitely went back in after I colored and did some cleaning up:

5) Coloring time! This isn’t a coloring tutorial so I won’t go into the details of how I colored. Here’s a solid list of the psds I use most frequently (though some have been taken down unfortunately!) As I mentioned above, I definitely went back in and played more with the layer masks after I’d done my coloring to make sure that things looked as good as I could make them.

I ended up with this gif from there:

II. Some Tips

Some general tips I’ve found that are helpful for gif manipping:

1) Layer Masks--this is a personal taste thing: I tend to use a very low hardness % when I’m using my brush on layer masks. This tends to be because I want to allow for movement since it’s rare that gifs are perfectly static--it lets things fade in and out imperfectly rather than having something choppy and jarring. It’s really hard to make something line up perfectly and I tend not to aim for perfection so much as my own level of “good enough,” which tends to get more precise each time I do this. Coloring can really help ease the transition between gifs. The seams between gifs also look the smoothest in dark sections (in the above, the darkness of the wall and the night helps hide a good amount of the seam) but that’s not always possible.

2) It helps a lot to pic footage where characters don’t move a lot. It makes it easier to paint your layer mask without accidentally cutting out part of a face or something. If you do end up picking something with a lot of movement, you may want to use a frame-by-frame technique rather than this one which relies heavily on smart objects.

There are some fantastic manips out there that I think are done in frame by frame animation form. For this you’d have a layer mask on each individual frame hiding the parts of the gif you don’t want to include in the final manipulation. I choose to manip the smart object rather than the frame by frame because I think it looks smoother. That’s a personal preference thing--it’s also a...laziness thing. It’s definitely easier to manip one smart object than to go through each frame and try and make it look smooth. When I was first trying to manip gifs (which would have been two years ago at this point lorddddd) I tried the timeline thing and this was what I was able to pull off:

For a gif like this, I think the only way to have done it was frame by frame (since Bran’s falling from the tower and the tower is shifting underneath him and the perspective of the video is shifting) but it was very painstaking to the point of not being fun for me and I want to enjoy myself when photoshopping or else I wouldn’t do it.

3) As with any gifset for which you want the color scheme to look cohesive, it helps tremendously to work with gifs whose scenes have the same general coloring. That doesn’t mean you have to, obviously. I’ve done a lot of manipping of Jon & Daenerys together. Jon tends to be filmed in cooler scenes (since he’s in the North) while Dany’s tend to be warmer in Essos.

Dany is lighter than Jon in this gif, and there is more of a yellow hue to her, even beneath the cooling filters and color adjustments I put there. And while I still think it looks good (obviously, or else I wouldn’t have posted it), I think it’s less of a smooth manip than this one:

where the coloring of Dany’s scene is originally much cooler and wintery. Having the same baseline color saves a lot of energy in terms of coloring.

4) You don’t have to crop the gifs to the same size. This took me a while to realize. I was worried about preserving image quality, but I realized that frequently it’s manageable and so gifs like this

where Sansa and Bran seem to both be sitting at the same table even though in their original clips they’re taking up different amounts of space on the screen are possible. If I’m trying to get something right, I’ll sometimes save the actual gif making process until I’ve worked two caps together to the right proportions. Or I’ll go back and undo a resize in the revision history.

5) If you really want to get courageous with your coloring, you can change the blend mode on one of your gifs. I....don’t do this a lot, but one of my all time favorite gifs that I’ve ever made entailed this so I can’t say don’t ever do it ever:

I was an idiot and didn’t save this psd so I don’t remember how I did it :sigh: oh well, but it’s why the whisps of her hair are whispy.

#creatorsresourcenetwork #dreamofspring #yeahps #itsphotoshop

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jae-bummer · 7 years

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Stay the Night

Request: 5/6/14 for Wonho (monstax)

5) “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” 6) “My nightmares usually involve losing you.” 14) You and your bias have been broken up for over a year when he shows up on your doorstep

Member: Monsta X’s Wonho x Y/N

Type: angst

Warning: Mention of Psychology and Hypnosis (**i am neither a psychologist nor hypnotist, but just a writer doing some cool things with words)

You leaned wearily into your door, your feet angry with you from your day of standing. When you had decided to move to Korea, it seemed like you had your whole life in front of you. You had all of the time in the world to fall in love, make mistakes, and figure yourself out. Unfortunately, with the passing of time came the passing of ambition, and you were just as lost now as you had been when you first set out.

You pushed your key into the lock, leaning in gently with your shoulder as the door creaked in front of you without even turning the knob. You furrowed your brows, your body freezing up as the blood turned cold in your veins. You could have sworn you locked the door when you left for your shift, just as you did every morning before work or class. You licked your lips and tried to calm your breathing, attempting to think the situation through. You were a Psychology major after all.

Maybe you had locked it, but forgot to pull the door completely shut on the way. It was an old apartment building after all, so maybe the doors were bowed and it wouldn’t secure sometimes either. A million different thoughts ran across your mind as you stood there in the night’s silence, but one blinking light in your mind’s eye remained.

Intruder.

As quietly as you could, you palmed your keys, placing one between each knuckle. You nodded to yourself as you had emergency services queued up on your phone screen and ready to go. Why would an intruder target a relatively poor barista/student in an entire building full of young professionals and established couples. It couldn’t be a break in...could it?

The sound of your blood pumping filled your ears and your stomach flopped with nervous energy. You thought about the subject you had last learned in one of your classes; The Bystander Effect, and how if a neighbor heard you struggle with an intruder, there was a high probability that they wouldn’t call for help, as they thought another neighbor would.

You winced as you took a shaky step into the doorway of your apartment, leaning around a banister to see a warm light flooding out of the living area. You never left anything on. Mostly because of electricity fees, but also because you were immensely paranoid about fire hazards.

You closed your eyes, silently cursing yourself for even entering your apartment. You’ve seen horror movies. It never ends well in situations similar to this. You took Abnormal Psych, you knew how sick people could be.

You quietly tiptoed across the hardwood, stretching to get a visual of your living room. You were confused for a moment as you made contact with a messy mop of bleach blonde hair and dark eyes. A handsome face sitting atop a pair of broad shoulders brooded on the edge of your couch, his body slumped forward and fingers fidgeting with one another.

“Hoseok?” you breathed, standing up straight and emerging from behind a wall.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his eyes wide as he looked up. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Fancy seeing me...” you trailed, scrunching your face. You felt a fire ignite in your stomach, signaling your annoyance and anger. “No Hoseok, not fancy seeing me. You say that to someone who you bumped into at the coffee shop, not someone whose home you have broken into!”

“Technically I used the emergency key you keep under that mat,” Hoseok hummed quietly, looking down to the floor.

“I could’ve called the police!” you gasped, dropping your bags. “How could you do something so stupid?”

“Well, I thought about how stupid it was once I got in,” he mumbled. “But once I came in, I couldn’t very well go out. That would’ve been even creepier.”

“Creepy is actually thinking it was okay to use my spare key considering you’ve been MIA for the past year of my life,” you spluttered. “What the hell?”

“I understand you’re upset,” he said slowly, his face still showing obvious fear and and some amount of hurt. “But I just...I just...”

“You just what?” you groaned, flopping onto the opposite couch.

“Need you to do something,” he whispered, finally looking up at you.

You blew at a tuft of hair that had fallen onto your forehead and sighed as you directed your attention to him as well. Admittedly, you had always had a soft spot for Hoseok. It had been nearly a year since you had seen him last, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t check up on him in all of that time.

Hoseok, or at least the Hoseok that you had known and loved, was fragile. He felt immense things and had difficulty holding in his emotions at times. When you had finally decided to break up due to schedule differences, it was rough for him. It was a difficult time for you as well, but you had to hold it together. You were on your own and couldn’t halt your life for a man who had broken your heart without even trying to. You had to teach Hoseok that it was okay to move on as well.

You analyzed his familiar face, now painted in a much dimmer light than you had ever remembered seeing it. You sucked in your lip, biting it anxiously as your gaze traced across his prominent jawline and up toward the eyes you could stare into for hours. Just above them sat his perfectly manicured brows, knit with some sort of worry you weren’t aware of. And just below, hid deep bags, evident markers of the lack of sleep he had been getting.

“You look like shit,” you muttered.

“Not used to hearing that one,” he chuckled nervously.

“What do you need?” you sighed, letting your head fall into your hands. “Also what makes you think I’m the one you need it from?”

“I know it’s been...awhile since I last talked to you,” he said slowly, wincing as he spoke.

“Understatement of the year,” you spat. “We haven’t talked in months...but continue.”

“You haven’t switched majors...have you?” he said quietly and so quickly you almost didn’t catch it.

“Nope, I only have a semester left until I start applying for Doctoral programs,” you muttered. “Why?”

“Um...so...I know we were broken up...but did you ever see the program that we were on with the Psychologist?” Hoseok continued.

Of course you had. You had quite literally watched everything they had appeared on, but he wouldn’t know that.

“No,” you grumbled spitefully, even knowing you had.

“Oh...well...”he hummed, his confidence plummeting even lower than before. It broke your heart to see, and you were unsure as to why you were being so difficult. “They brought in this psychologist...and uh, he put Shownu and Jooheoney under hypnosis and-”

“No Hoseok,” you hummed, not even allowing him to go further. You knew where this was going and you didn’t like it.

“Come on,” he groaned. “I know you were interested in it and even saw you practice a few times. I’ve heard it helps.”

“Hoseok, I don’t have my license. Hell, I’m not even a Doctor yet. What if something goes wrong. What if-”

“I’m desperate,” he squeaked. “And you’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“How are you desperate?” you argued. “Why do you need to be hypnotized? I can’t help you figure out your past lives or-”

“Hey, you said you didn’t see the episode...” Hoseok pouted.

“Yeah, well, we’ve both said a lot of things in our time together,” you muttered.

Hoseok bit his lip and sighed. “I can’t sleep...and it’s starting to effect how I’m performing on stage and in practices. My music is all I have Y/N...you have to help me.”

It was all you have because you decided for it to be that way, you hissed internally. You could never verbalize the words. Not only would they hurt his feelings, but yours as well.

“I can’t,” you insisted. You knew how desperate he had to have been in order to reach out to you, to show up to your apartment tonight. The bags beneath his eyes were as dark as the stone washed denim he wore. Maybe you had an obligation to help him.

“Please.”

You groaned as you pulled yourself from your sitting position and stomped across the living area. You dimmed the light beside the couch he was sitting on and dropped to your knees beside him.

“Make sure your hands and feet are uncrossed and get comfortable,” you hummed. You shook your head, trying to ignore how bad of an idea this was as Hoseok adjusted himself accordingly.

“Thank you so much Y/N...I really didn’t know what else to do. I’ve tried teas, I’ve tried melatonin. I’ve-”

“Focus your eyes on a central point on the ceiling above you,” you interrupted. “Where a tile meets. Now focus on that dot. As your focusing, take a deep breath through your nose. As deep as you can. Now slowly exhale through your mouth. Let go of all your energy.”

You watched carefully as Hoseok did as you instructed, unsure of how this would go. You had studied some facets of hypnosis, but as you had mentioned to him, you were no where near a practicing doctor and could get into an immense amount of trouble if anyone you had classes with knew you were doing this.

To an idol no less.

“Begin to relax your body, except for your eyes. Focus on that spot. Everything outside that spot is going to become blurred. Now take a deep breath again and hold. Slowly exhale and blow away all of your tension. Good job.”

After a few more minutes of coaching, you had Hoseok near corpse status on your couch, deep in the stages of hypnosis.

“You are in control of how little...or how much you are relaxing,” you cooed. “Imagine a scenario. Imagine a place or a person who makes your entire being swell up and feel whole. Your heart is full. Your mind is full. Your lungs are bursting with air. Now take that, take how you’re feeling and contrast it. Now imagine what doesn’t make you happy. What makes you drag your feet as soon as they touch the floor? What makes you see the world in a filter of gray instead of the bright colors you long for? What are your stresses?”

Hoseok let a small moan escape from his lips as he shifted in the seat, almost stirring awake. You held your breath for a moment as you watched him, unsure if he would break from your hold.

“I’m scared of not performing well,” he answered weakly. “I’m lacking.”

“But why are you lacking?” you pressed. He furrowed his brows even more, his face near pain as he fought back with whatever he had buried deep down.

“I’m lacking because I can’t rest. My body feels like it hasn’t slept in years,” he groaned.

“And why can’t you rest?” you continued.

“I have nightmares,” he whimpered. “And they plague me as soon as I close my eyes.”

“When did you start having nightmares?” you questioned, feeling all of the hairs on your body stand on end.

“Maybe...maybe a little over a year ago?” he hummed, his head flopping to the side. “I don’t know.”

“We usually experience spontaneous nightmares when something traumatic happens in our lives. What do your nightmares consist of?” you prodded. You weren’t sure if you were prepared to plunge this deeply into your ex boyfriend’s psyche, but you were there, and you couldn’t turn back now.

“I don’t know,” he said dumbly. A thin layer of sweat was beginning to sprout on his brow as he subconsciously fought you, and himself. His breathing became quicker as well as he flexed his fingers.

“You do know,” you insisted. “What do your nightmares consist of, Hoseok?”

“My...my nightmares,” he stuttered. “My nightmares usually involve losing you.”

You leaned back on the balls of your feet in shock, jumping away from him as if he was a snake that had lunged for you. You blinked in disbelief as tears began to trickle out of the corners of his eyes and down his cheekbones. He let out a light sob, allowing the emotions he had chosen to secure behind a barrier to emerge before the very person who had spawned them.

You felt your own lashes grow heavy, tears soon peppering your cheeks as you watched Hoseok.

“L-losing me?” you managed, your voice shaking.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“Why?” you choked out, trying to hide your emotions. You had to remain calm. You had to remain steady.

“You are the person who makes me feel whole. I love music and I love Monbebes, but you are what completes that need. You make my heart full. You make me breath easier. Leaving was the worst decision I could make and that is what I dream about every night. Leaving you behind and letting that door slam at my back.”

Your jaw fell open as you watched Hoseok. The furrow between his brows slowly eased and his breathing was once again becoming neutral. His confessions were washing away the anxiety that had plagued his sleep schedule for so long.

“Um...now when I count to three,” you said, completely thrown from the mindset you should be in. “You will awaken and remember your words, but no longer feel burdened by them. One...two...three.”

Hoseok stirred and began to blink, immediately lifting himself from the couch. You leaned forward, grabbing his shoulder as he emerged from hypnosis.

“Easy,” you cooed, watching as he looked around, a dazed expression plaguing his lids. “You did well.”

“I...I’m sorry,” he hummed, shaking his head as he attempted to break his stupor. “I didn’t mean to make you feel...”

“Wanted?” you chuckled bitterly.

“Awkward,” he hummed. “You got it all...didn’t you?”

“Hey, you asked me for this,” you spat, immediately defensive. You would not be made to feel as if you went on an archeological expedition into the caverns of his mind.

“I know,” he chuckled. He gripped your shoulder and sighed. “Calm down...it was time you heard it anyway.”

“It...it was?” you whispered, this time your turn to be the confused one.

“I’ve only been ignoring how I felt for a year,” he smirked. “Whether you feel the same or not...at least now I can sleep knowing I’ve told you.”

You nodded slowly, biting your lip as you contemplated your next thought. “You have to be exhausted now. Hypnosis is no small amount of energy...plus your sleep deprivation on top of it.”

“Dead on my feet,” he admitted, swinging his legs over the side of the couch. He ran a hand through his perfectly disheveled hair and smiled sadly at you. “I guess that’s my cue to get going then.”

You watched with shortened breaths as Hoseok stumbled across the living area, the lack of his presence apparent as soon as he left the room. You swallowed your pride and whatever tears you had left as you sprung up and sprinted toward your entryway. You nearly slammed into Hoseok’s back as he slipped into his shoes, his fingers beginning to turn the knob.

“Maybe you should stay the night,” you nodded weakly. “And...and we can talk about us...about everything in the morning.”

“What if I can’t sleep?” he asked, tilting his head. There was a new sparkle in his eyes that hadn’t been there previously. You couldn’t help but smile at it’s appearance, but looked down to your feet as you uttered your next words.

“You can’t have nightmares about losing me...if I’m right beside you.”

thanks to @novaurora13 / @beesoo13 for the super unique plot idea and brain storming ^.^ go give her some love!!!

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