#like it wasn't. 'oh this person was rude so im going to dig!' it was literally that there were two posts going

[hoshi-y]

Hi!!

May I ask for a vulnerable Amane who's had a s/o go on like a... Vacation or something, and the s/o returns to him, and what that interaction is like.

(Maybe he's a little clingy and territorial, but in a sexy way. And very touchy as usual, maybe even more so since they've been away so long, he craves a little more than usual -- very little personal space -- making his s/o very very flustered and red. Maybe playing with hair and repeatedly saying their name. Just some ideas 🤭 but I'd appreciate if you'd bring something like that to life, thank you 💕)

I love your work btw!!!

Mine

genre : Fluff with a hint of Lime

Characters : Yugi Amane

TW : Heated Content

A/N : AWW Im glad you love my work!! It makes me really happy to know that you love it!

Lime is just heavy kissing scenes please don't sue me—

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOYY ❤️

You were gone for too long my love..

You were off to a family vacation for a few weeks!

You told Amane about this and he just was not happy with you being gone for who knows how long

But yk, Its a week for you to enjoy

You would call and text him during your vacation

But that wasn't enough for him

"[F/N] I miss yoouuu.. When are you gonna come bacckk?.." He sulked over the phone, Using a bolster as substitute to cuddle with as you weren't there

"Im gonna be home next week Amane, Cmon you can survive 2 weeks without me yeah?" But in return you heard a groan

Touch starved

He is very touch starved lmao

wants your attention too

He wanted to go and call or text you again but he had to keep it to himself, I mean you are on vacation it would be rude of him to keep on disturbing you

You sent him loads of photos

Before you finally went home you bought him gifts! to make up the lost time you had with him

And Amane? Well he also has a surprise for you

"Mom, Dad I'm just gonna go head over to Amane's House!" You said peeking in the dinning room

Your parents and, His parents?? What are his parents doing here? "Ah! Hello [F/N] I hope you enjoyed your vacation?" Ayumi, Amanes Mom asked

After your conversation with them you head over next door to his house and let yourself in "Amannee—" Before you could even finish your sentence a pair of arms hugged you

"You're finally home.." he snuggled onto you hugging you a little tighter "Mmm.. I missed you so much.." Looking at you as he kised your forehead "I missed you too, Amane.." He was leaning in closer but a joyful and loud voice shouted at the top of the stairs making him halt on what he was doing

"AH! ITS [F/N]!! YOUR HOME!! HOW WAS THE VACA—"

Amane moved you farther from Tsukasa and he stood their dumbfounded "Heeyy Amane! You're not the only one who misses [F/N]!!" He said as he eyed his Older brother, He wasn't answering as he just digged his face into your neck

"A-ahh, Sorry about your brother Tsukasa haha... Oh! I brought both of you gifts but It's in my room"

Tsukasa's eyes lit up when he heard 'gifts' He was about to grab your hand to drag you back to your house but Amane carried you bridal style "A-amane?!"

Tsukasa's eyes widened at his brothers actions, as it slowly turned into a Mischievous grin "Well aren't you a bit needy Amane—" Tsukasa snickered, not wanting to hear his brothers teasing, Amane carried you up to his room and shuts his door

Tsukasa cupped his hands together beside his mouth "HEY [F/N] ONCE YOU'RE DONE MAKING OUT WITH AMANE COME GIVE ME MY GIFT THAANNKKSS" He shouted as he ran out to go to your house incase your parents bought home any chocolate

You heard what he said and your face began to turn red "A-amane I was talking to Tsukasa.." You looked back at him who was giving you no to little personal space, Your cheeks burn at how close the two of you are

He sat you on his lap as he rested his chin on your shoulder hugging your waist "Amane?.." He hugged you tighter as he mumbled something that you didn't hear "Did you say something? If you're saying something rude about your brother I'm not gonna be happy—"

"Mine." He said as he pinned you down to the bed startling you a bit "Okay A-amane aha don't you wanna see the gift I got for you?.." Trying to change the topic but he can see right thru you

"Mm.. You coming home is already a HUGE gift for me..~" Slowly leaned in to the side of your ear feeling his lips slightly brushing against your ear to whisper something "A-Amane wait, I'm sensitive there.."

"You hair smells nice my dear.. ~" He said in a husky tone as he started peppering your neck with kisses all the way down to your collarbone "Amane w-wait"

You couldn't focus on the amount of pleasure you are receiving from him as he kept on peppering your neck with kisses "My I didn't know you were this sensitive my love~"

"Amane I think we should— A-ah!" He bit you, Leaving a hickey behind, You could feel him smile against your neck as he continued to give you more lovebites

"A-amane.." Running your fingers thru his hair as he continued to give you more marks "You taste sweet.." Nibbling on your skin leaving another mark, He pulled away and admired his work, You breathing heavily, hair disheveled and your cheeks were blooming with red

"[F/N].." He leaned down once again bitting your lower lip softly "[F/N].. I need you.." Capturing your lips into a kiss

"Amane..—" Trying to pull away but he brought you back in, He bit your lower lip asking for permission to slip in but you denied, He slides his knee in between your legs making you squeak giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue, He loved hearing your mewls as he knows you only make those sounds because of him.

Pulling away, a trail of saliva left behind as the both of you breath heavily "Amane.." He laid down beside you, Hugging your waist "Sorry, Love.. I got carried away.." Kissing your head, You jugged him back and looked up at him with a small smile

"It's okay.." As you kissed his cheek

He peppered your face with kisses making you giggle, He held your cheeks with his hands as he rested his forehead on yours, staring at you lovingly "Mine.. " He whispers.

Holding onto his hands that were gently placed on your face "Yours.." You whisper back, as the two of you cuddled and watched a movie for the rest of the afternoon

Funny how it did not turn out how I wanted it to be 😞 Why cant we just scan the ideas in our head then paste it on a piece of paper ygm?

Edit : Aha, I wasn't satisfied with what i originally wrote so I rewrote it

It still sucks but yk

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #hanako kun #tbhk x reader #jshk #tbhk hanako #yugi amane #tbhk #tbhk amane #amane x reader

[misspickman]

curious about all of them but ESPECIALLY theory: existence is a mirror 👀

oh ive been wrestling with this one for a while and probably will continue to, its a tim's mental issues fic bc ive seen a lot of stuff about him being depressed/passively or actively suicidal but none of it really sat right with me so im trying to figure out how i think this would manifest with the character, but its tim and hes difficult. much to think about. so unfortunately this wip is a mess and im not working on it actively bc its so hard to get the vibes right and its frustrating. anyway heres a bit

“Don't you have anything better to do,” Leslie asks—complains—as she digs out a bullet out of his shoulder on a beautiful Friday night, “than run around clobbering people all night?” 

“Crime doesn't sleep.” 

“No, but you should. And you are not the only one for this job, are you?” she points out. Rightfully. Tim still feels unnecessarily defensive and just barely stops himself from trying to prove to her how needed he is out there, actually. “You're too young for this to be the only thing you do.”

That takes him aback. This is the sort of conversation that Leslie usually unleashes on Bruce. It feels… painfully unearned to be getting it in his place. 

He doesn't want to be a part of this discussion. He'll leave that to Bruce, Leslie and Alfred to ponder over, and he can go back to his work as soon as Leslie's done wrapping up his shoulder. The only reason he's here and not doing it in front of his bathroom mirror anyway is because Helena decided to play protective and basically dumped him in front of Leslie's door, and would not let him leave even if he tried. 

It's really not that serious. It's just a shoulder. 

“With all due respect, Leslie—” 

“Tim,” she cuts him off, taking none of it, “with all due respect, you are twenty one and sitting in my clinic with a bullet wound on a Friday night. And I know you're out there every night. Do you even socialize?” 

Tim bristles. It's embarrassing, and makes him feel just as young as she's treating him. “That's none of your business.” 

It doesn't feel good, being rude to Leslie, but it's an instinctive reaction. Tim is well sick and tired of people trying to tell him how to live his life. 

He thinks back on his last attempt to talk to a person his age who isn't involved in any of his vigilante life. He even likes Buzz, he wouldn't mind reconnecting with him, which is what he assumes the sudden invitation was about, but there's nothing like a miserable social interaction where you can't think of a single non-incriminating thing to say to drive home just how unadjusted you are to having a civilian life. 

It had been easier before, back when he had dad and Dana to keep happy with lies, and was basically forced to keep a normal life. Scratch that, it wasn't easier; he agonized over keeping secrets every waking second, he kept two messy lives and never seemed to make enough time for either of them, but it did mean he had some semblance of a normal life. He hadn't thought of it that way back then, but he can see it now. There's none of that left. 

Now, he has more than enough time to dedicate himself to being Red Robin instead of Tim Drake. He thinks he's been doing a pretty good job of it—except, nobody else seems to share his opinion. 

“You'll run yourself ragged until there's nothing left but the cowl,” she says, and Tim has an inkling that this is far from the first time she's said those words.

(title from this poem bc u know. vibes)

#if i ever do post it its probably gonna be in chapters i already have an outline for all of them #and many like. smaller bits written #but im trying to not be very on the nose about it and its turning out so hard. alas #thank you<3 #ask

[lgbturbohell]

...

#eh so. i wouldn't exactly call it 'digging into someone's past bc they were mean abt destiel' #the first post was just kind of reblogged & then forgotten about #and then there was a second post abt ken/dallroy going around that was fully unrelated #but one blogger made the connection and made the 'is this you?' joke on the post #like it wasn't. 'oh this person was rude so im going to dig!' it was literally that there were two posts going #around and then one person made the connection. #thats how i saw it going down at least! anyways.

[drowninginblox]

Mr.McCree (pt1?) (Teacher AU so calm your shit)

https://twitter.com/ghostsjogging/status/775225558057705472 please follow the original artist. They make amazing shit.

Today was like any other for Jesse. As he sat in the middle of his room, the kids in his kindergarten class were talking amongst themselves about "important things". Some people would call this a waste of thirty minutes, however- Mr. McCree likes to call it "class debate". This window of time is for the kids to talk amongst themselves about subjects that they deem important and want other opinions on without being judged. Sometimes it gets dark, but for the most part everything is light hearted. Jesse gets to pass his hat round to the class and whoever has it gets to lead the conversation. To him, its  therapeutic to see though the lenses of a child sometimes.

Right now two of the kids have split the class down the middle as to what ice cream flavor is the spawn if Satan while the other is an upright blessing from god. The one on the side of chocolate was a light Asian boy named Sunny( he had the hat). He's a lovable piece of shit that Jesse couldn't decide if he liked or not. While a little girl named Tiana was fighting on behalf of strawberry. She was stubborn as hell but just as funny when it comes down to it. The debate was just like a tennis match, heads were darting from one person to the other as they made their points.

"Chocolate is a better flavor!"

"No! Strawberry! It's pink!"

"But chocolate is better!"

"No it isn't!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it isn't!"

"Yes it is!!"

Truly a riveting debate among peers. Jesse would have let the kids keep going if it wasn't for his timer going off signaling recess for the children.

"Okay y'all, time for recess!" Jesse says, gaining the attention of his class of 5/6 year olds. "Get into line and I'll let you guys outside okay?" Most of the students gave some sort of response before the class did as they were told. "Dose everyone remember the rules?" The students nods. "Cassidy what are the rules?" A small, blonde girl with dark skin look at the ground before stuttering "I-w-we ar-ren't allowed t-to leave th-the school,.. n-no fi-ighting, n-no le-eaving a-a-anyone out, and I-if anything b-bad ha-happens.. we go t-to you..?"

He smiles at the girl and nods. "You're getting better. You're stuttering less." She smiles before nodding. "And she's right. Don't leave the property. If you do then I'm gonna be very worried about you kids." The group nods. "Good. Okay let's go kiddos." With that the group is escorted out onto the schools play ground. Groups of kids run to the play set as their teacher leans against the old, brick building. "So cute.." a small smile makes its way to Jesse's lips as he watches the innocent children run and play like nothing else mattered. "Yes, yes they are." A voice agreed from beside him, making Jesse jump a little. "F-fudge you scared me!" He muttered as he looked towards the source of the voice. "Oh! My apologies. I didn't mean to startle you." To Jesse's surprise, the source of the aforementioned voice was a man that looked too sexy to even be close to a preschool like this one. He had one hell of a body, and that's saying something since Jesse has been around the block before when it comes to human anatomy. The Asian before him was definitely foreign, given his accent and his overall physic gave off the impression that he could hold his own in a fight.. with those ripped arms,.. and the abs Jesse could see though his tight fitting suit...

"Um.. I'm so sorry for spacing out, that's very rude of me. And I'm equally as sorry for being blunt but who might you be?" The man before him smiled and offered a hand. "My name is Hanzo Shimada. Im Shiro's uncle. I came to pick him up for early for to surprise-"

"Uncle Hanzo!!" Sunny yelled as he ran over to his favorite teacher and uncle. The man kneeled down only to get pounced on by Sunny. "How's my mighty little dragon?" He mused. "Awesome! We were debating about ice cream! And my teacher sang for the class."

Han- ehem- Mr. Shimada smiled and directed his attention to the teacher. "So you're Mr.McCree?" Jesse smiles and try's to hide the slight blush that has graced his cheeks. "That I am. It's nice to meet you Mr. Shimada."

The-assumably- business man looks up and down at the teacher before digging into his pants pocket and pulling out a small business card. "I'm in town for the next two weeks so I can reconnect with family and some old friends. Meaning I'm almost always free. If you have the time, call." He smiles. Jesse's heart flutters in his chest for a moment before he returns the smile. "Soon then."

Hanzo nods before getting up and holding his hand out for Sunny to take. "Now what do you want to do my mighty dragon?" Soon enough, the pair left the school and Jesse was left with a little more pep in his step.

#mchanzo #overwatch #fanfic #gay #fite me #dont ship the voice actors for the love of god. #yep thats it

[dontreadthistrashgarbage]

G O T 7 pt.4

"Hey kiddos!" Guerin called out in English as she entered the dorm for HEET. She had messaged them earlier that she would be stopping by. Having wrapped up breakfast with JB she had enough time to catch the boys and Eneoji before they left for work for the day.

"Noona!" Seungbin jumped up from the couch and ran to into entryway to greet her, the large white Samoyed hot on his heels. Guerin hugged the maknae in greeting then kneeled down to give her dog attention. The other five members of HEET made their way out to greet her as well. They all settled in the living room, Eneoji sprawled across both her and the typically nonexpressive Tobio next to her.

She listened as they caught her up on how everyone had been faring and some plans they had begun working on, including a possible World Tour now that they had gotten their first wins. It hadn't been long since their last promotions ended but they had all been working hard on preparing for the next comeback. Guerin asked them if she should take Eneoji home but Seungbin and Tobio asked to let her stay longer.

"Just let me know if your days get too long and you can't get away to take her out or you cant bring her to work. She needs the attention." Guerin cautioned.

"That time might be coming soon." Byoungjin said reasonably, but once he caught the pathetic expression from Seungbin he added, "But we have another couple days at least."

"I've been running with her everyday still! Sometimes people recognize us!" The American Gabriel said excitedly, "She's been giving out pawtagraphs." The pun had been a joke between him and Guerin but had become recognized fandom canon when he had let it slip in a vlive.

"Did Jackson ever make an appointment with you?" Minhwan asked suddenly, remembering his Sunbae reaching out to him.

"Yes he did, and his puppy is super adorable, we should absolutely schedule a playdate with MinNao and Eneoji." Guerin gushed.

"I haven't seen him in a while. It would be nice to see him again." Byoungjin said, happy at the prospect of meeting up with his fellow trainee.

"I met a few other people you guys know too. Mark Tuan and JB." Guerin said, though she opted to leave out that she had just gotten breakfast with the latter to avoid too many questions, "JB even came to see Mihi fly."

"I've head of JB. Doesn't he produce under the name Defsoul?" Tobio asked curiously.

"Yes, he helped me learn music composition and arrangement." Byoungjin answered, "How is he?" He turned to Guerin and she faltered.

"Ahh... we... he is nice but we kinda had a disagreement recently." She said honestly.

"What happened? Noona are you okay?" Seungbin sat up protectively.

"Yes I'm fine. He apologized." Guerin said, touched by the fifteen-year-old's reaction as she pinched his cheek, causing him to pout slightly.

"I'm not that surprised. JB was always a little hot headed." Minhwan frowned.

Guerin was shocked, "Hot headed? I would never have described him that way. I thought he was fairly laid back, even cute sometimes."

"Cute?" Minhwan coughed out a laugh, "Im Jaebeom? He hated aegyo!"

"No I dont mean aegyo." Guerin couldn't help but laugh at the idea of JB attempting full blown aegyo, "But he has... cute mannerisms? Like he puffs out his cheeks when he is thinking, or scrunches up his face when he teases, or plays up certain emotions when he gets excited." She tried to explain.

Byoungjin was looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing. You just described him very well." Byoungjin shrugged, clearly not telling the full truth.

"Yeah he had some of that too but he used to get mad and blow up a lot." Minhwan explained, "If he thought someone was being disrespectful, wasting time, not trying hard enough..." Minhwan flinched, "It wasn't fun being on the receiving end of that."

"I never would have guessed." Guerin said.

"Did you get yelled at a lot, Hyung?" Gabriel asked leader Minhwan, a slight cheeky quality to the inquiry.

"No, you rude punk." Minhwan answered back with even more sass, "But JB would have destroyed you. If you aren't careful I'll call him in to teach you a lesson." He threatened playfully, giving the younger man a couple pokes to the ribs, causing Gabriel to giggle and flinch away.

"JB had a rough childhood. His birth father wasn't a good person and he suffered for it. He talked about trying to change it. He was aware and he didn't want to be the kind of man that hurt his mom." Byoungjin said seriously. Minhwan and Gabriel looked chagrined. Everyone was quiet, unsure of what to say. Guerin processed the new information carefully, adding a bit more understanding to JB's personality.

"He must be working hard. It's not easy to overcome that kind of trauma." Tobio unexpectedly said. He wasn't as talkative as the others but when he did he had a habit of poignancy. The others nodded thoughtfully.

"What did you two fight about?" Seungbin asked suddenly.

"Oh... it's so embarrassing." Guerin hid her face in Eneoji's fur.

"Noonaaaaa, tell us!" Seungbin plied, pushing her gently and using full aegyo to get her to answer. She tried to avoid looking at him but he was too powerful.

"Okay fine." She pushed Seungbin away as he grinned in triumph and Gabriel cackled.

"He... asked me to sing a song he wrote." She said quietly.

"He asked you to sing?" Gabriel was floored.

"Noona we told you that you have a nice singing voice." Minhwan boasted. They had all spent time around her so they had heard her many times.

"Yeah but I'm not a professional. It's just for fun." She felt like she had to keep repeating it.

"Maybe he likes you." Gabriel said, then adding in English, "-likes you- likes you. Y'know?"

"Gabriel!" She said astonished, "Minhwan I can't reach, would you shove him for me."

"I don't know, he might have a point." Minhwan shrugged, trying not to laugh.

"Well he better not." Seungbin said making a face, "Noona you deserve someone nice."

"Don't speak ill of people you haven't met." Tobio scolded the youngest gently. Seungbin apologized and ducked his head. Guerin smiled fondly at the well intentioned boy before she caught another thoughtful expression on Byoungjin, who quickly blanked his face as soon as their eyes met. She didn't have a chance to question him before Minhwan changed the subject to talk about Mark and Jackson too and she forgot to bring it up again until after she had left.

"Charlie-ssi, have you eaten yet?" Jinyoung asked, coming up beside his favorite producer as she pored over a thick stack of notes.

"No, not yet..." she answered, distracted.

"That's silly, it's our meal break. Come eat with me." He said, taking a step back and gesturing toward the food truck that had been sent by his costars friends.

She glanced up, feeling regretful at having to say no to such a handsome man asking her to join him for a meal, "I can't, I want to finish this first. Besides, I'm on a diet, I wasn't going to eat anyway."

Jinyoung looked offended, "A diet?" He repeated blankly.

"Yeah, I've put on some weight and being around all these beautiful actors..." she trailed off realizing she might be oversharing.

Jinyoung shook his head disapprovingly, "Ridiculous. You're beautiful the way you are." He turned to walk away, muttering, "A diet."

She was frozen for a moment. Did Park Jinyoung just call her beautiful? She shook her head. It was probably just lip service. Still, it was disappointing not being able to eat with him. But she had eaten and drunk so much last night, she was feeling positively bloated. Shaking her head once more she turned back to her notes.

A few minutes later a plate of chicken with vegetable sides and half a cupcake was placed on the table in front of her. Looking up she saw Jinyoung settling in the chair next to her, holding a similar looking plate with the other half of the cupcake. She watched him in surprise as he nonchalantly settled in, picking up his chopsticks before meeting her gaze.

"Skipping meals is unhealthy. You should take care of your body and feed it well." His genuine smile made her heart race and she blinked to get her bearings. His smile turned slightly more mischievous as he reached over to break off a piece of cupcake with his chopsticks and raise it to her lips, "but a little treat every now and then is good too."

It took her a moment but she responded by opening her mouth and taking the bite, blushing and quickly looking around to see if anyone had seen. Jinyoungs smile took over his whole face, eyes crinkling as he turned happily back to his own meal. Charlie smiled too, then set aside her notes to dig in as well, talking with him as a few more crew members joined them at the table creating happy chatter during their break.

Guerin had met up with Jackson and MinNao for another training session, this one focusing on loose leash walking. Jackson and his puppy were both eager to learn and absorbed information, putting it into practice readily. The two humans chatted about training theory as they walked but it devolved into general chatter and joking around.

"Oh, why don't we get a coffee? MinNao can practice being calm and greeting people." Guerin suggested suddenly as they passed a shop with outdoor seating.

Jackson beamed, "That sounds great!"

"Go ahead and get seated. I'll order inside." Guerin pointed to a table on the patio.

"Wait, take my card." Jackson started to reach for his wallet.

"Nope! It's on me!" Guerin grinned and skipped away from him through the doors, ignoring his protests. He was left to make his way to the patio with his rotund red puppy. It wasn't long before Guerin reappeared with two iced Americanos, placing one in front of a pouty Jackson as she settled across from him.

"Oh MinNao, yes, I missed you too." Guerin cooed at the puppy who had begun wiggling as soon as she was back in sight, pointedly ignoring the sulking man. Jackson squinted his eyes petulantly, reaching over to his drink for a sip, not looking away. Once Guerin sat back she couldnt help but giggle at Jackson's exaggerated mood.

"Oh come on," she protested with a laugh, "Can't I buy a friend a coffee?" She returned his pout playing up the cuteness as much as possible.

Jackson let out his trademark high pitched squeal "Cuuuuute!" He exclaimed, leaning back and crossing his arms over himself defensively, dimples showing from his grin. Guerin couldn't help but laughing at his adorable reaction. The two continued their banter, intermittently reinforcing and playing with MinNao until during a lull Jackson changed the subject.

"Did you ever end up talking to JB again?"

Guerin took a moment, piecing together how she wanted to phrase the experience, "Yeah... he actually apologized. He seemed really genuinely upset with himself."

"What happened?" Jackson leaned forward curiously.

"It happened the same night we went out." She paused, "It sounds weird but he ended up at my apartment, drunk. He was really upset and apologizing a lot. I didn't feel comfortable sending him away that drunk so I let him pass out on the couch."

Jackson had no poker face. He sat back, looking disgruntled, "He spent the night?"

Guerin immediately tried to clarify, "Yeah but he was just passed out on the couch. It wasn't like... that." She floundered, "The next morning he didn't even remember but he bought us breakfast and apologized properly." Jackson still had an odd expression on his face so she tried to move on, unsure of how to phrase the scenario any better, "He actually asked me to try recording again."

"What did you say?" Jackson asked.

"I told him I'd try it." She felt strangely guilty admitting it so she avoided Jacksons gaze by focusing on taking a sip on her drink. Jackson floundered for a moment. He didn't want Guerin to set herself up for hurt again but JB was a close friend.

"If he apologized then he'll be better this time." He said, nodding resolutely, "You can trust him."

Guerin was relieved with Jacksons understanding. Him vouching for JB's character set her more at ease, "Thanks Jackson. It feels good to hear you say that." She smiled softly at him.

He beamed back at her before changing his expression to overdone disapproval to match his scolding tone, "But you don't have to let just anyone stay at your house overnight. You should be more careful!"

She laughed in shock, "Oh my god!" She exclaimed in English, "Nothing happened! It was nothing!" She said defensively.

"Still. It looks bad. Next time send him home." He said petulantly.

"Whatever." She said in English again, tsking at his attitude dismissively. They argued playfully for a bit before the conversation flowed naturally in another direction.

JB and Jackson met for dinner later that evening. They caught up with light chatter about their current projects and Jacksons upcoming schedules in China. Their discussion was light and friendly, with a lot of laughter from the both of them.

"Guerin agreed to try recording for my new song." JB brought up amidst their discussion of projects.

"Hyung." Jackson said suddenly. JB looked up at Jackson while reaching for a bite of food, "You need to be nice to her this time." Jackson added seriously. JB hesitated, remembering seeing Jackson hugging Guerin after his blow up.

"Ah..." he didn't know what to say so he shoved some food in his mouth as he thought. Jackson waited. "I was wrong that time. I was a jerk. I won't do it again." He said resolutely.

"And you shouldn't spend the night at her house either." Jackson added seriously. JB looked at his friend with wide eyes, shocked.

"I saw Guerin today. She said you came over to apologize." Jackson said, "I know you meant well... but... I told you before I like her. So I don't like you staying there overnight."

JB finished chewing and swallowed, "Ah... about that..." Jackson looked at him inquisitively, "I didn't say anything before. I thought I could give it up. But I like Guerin too." He looked ashamed, "I tried to distance myself and I got upset and I took it out on her. So I decided I need to be honest with both of you. I'm sorry I wasn't honest from the beginning."

Jackson couldn't hide his surprise. A variety of emotions passed across his face rendered uncharacteristically speechless. JB waited patiently for him to recover. After a few moments Jackson looked resolute, "We can't help how we feel. Neither of us own Guerin or have a right. Regardless, you're my precious friend and nothing is going to change that."

"Waaahhhh." JB said, impressed. He offered his hand to his friend which Jackson took and they shook fondly, "That was cool." They grinned at each other.

"I'm still going to confess." Jackson said, widening his eyes and locking eyes with JB who chuckled at his friends comical expression.

"Yeah. I think I will too." JB responded.

"Don't spend the night at her house again though." Jackson pouted at JB.

"I can't promise that." JB said breaking the seriousness, turning his gaze to food and reaching for another bite.

"Hyunggg." Jackson caught onto the shift in the mood as he whined, "Don't be like this."

"Like what?" JB played innocent, chewing and opening his arms questioningly.

"Hyuuuunnngggg...." Jackson whined more, pouting with his full body, causing JB to laugh loudly and offer the barely younger man a bite of food to satiate his sulk.

"Thanks for helping me pick out some new makeup." Charlie smiled at Mark. The two of them were meandering toward the famous makeup district in Seoul.

"It's no problem! I don't have a shoot today and I like spending time with you." He responded with a smile, but had to look away at the last part shyly. Charlie blushed, unsure of how he intended the message but she was flattered regardless.

"I usually do really simple makeup but with our wrap party soon I wanted something a bit more flashy. I figured, you're a model, you might know what you're doing." She shrugged.

Mark laughed, "Well I usually have makeup done to me but lucky you I can do some as well."

The pair entered a shop and meandered through, with Mark making suggestions and offering feedback on Charlie's questions.

"I don't know if that color would look good on me..." she said dubiously eyeing sparkly purple eyeshadow.

"Sure it will. Pair it with this lighter shade, it'll complement your hair well and go with your pink contacts." He pushed. When she continued looking doubtful he pouted at her, "You said you wanted a bolder look, don't you trust me? You should at least try it."

"Okay... I'll try it." Charlie gave in to his cute expression.

Mark beamed, causing her heart to race. He really had an unnecessarily beautiful face. An unnecessarily beautiful everything. She blinked to clear her thoughts as he grabbed the sample eyeshadows. She reached to out to take them from him but he pulled away.

"I'll do it, so you can see what I mean." Mark said. Charlie hesitated then dropped her hand.

"Okay..." She couldn't think of a reason to not let him and just hoped she could cope with proximity.

"Close your eyes." He instructed as he opened the first shade. She obeyed and tried not to flinch as he applied the colors and blended them together. It felt like forever. He was so close his breath would wash across her face and neck. His touches were gentle but precise. Her mind wanted to wander but she locked that down as best she could. "Okay." He said finally.

Charlie's eyes fluttered open, she was surprised to still see him so close to her. He studied his handiwork then nodded, looking into her eyes with a proud close lipped smile, "It looks great on you."

She felt herself blushing again and turned away quickly with the pretense of finding a mirror. Locating one quickly she looked in and gasped, "Oh, wow that does look really cool."

"Thanks." Mark stepped up behind her, still looking proud.

"Alright I'll get these then." She nodded but avoided his gaze.

"Let's find a lip color to go with it. Maybe something more neutral..." Mark said thoughtfully before turning and wandering toward the lip section. Charlie took a couple breaths before following after him.

"Boy Howdy do I got news." Guerin said, slipping into the chair across the table from her friend. The two of them often defaulted to English when speaking with each other. Charlie looked up, from her coffee. She and Mark had gone their separate ways not too long ago. She had, of course, removed the makeup before leaving the shop.

"Same." Charlie sighed in response, leaning her head on her hand as she frowned at her friend.

"Oh? Tell me about it." Guerin leaned forward expectantly, curious about the news.

"I might be imagining things..." Charlie started, then fidgeted as she tried to piece together what to say, "Probably just wishful thinking..." she trailed off again.

"Spit it out!" Guerin urged, tapping the table to snap her friend back to attention.

Charlie groaned and covered her face, "I'm just thinking ugh! So... I think I have feelings."

"Oooohhhhhh?!" Guerin sat up with a grin and wiggled excitedly, "Who is the lucky person?"

"That's the problem. Well. One of them..." she started to trail off again before she caught Guerin's gaze again and forced herself to spit out, "I think I like two people. I think I like Jinyoung and Mark..." Guerin grinned and let out an appreciative sound but Charlie continued, "And I think... they might like me? But I'm not sure. And like... what could two such handsome men see in someone like me? I must be imagining it."

Guerin scoffed, "Yeah, what could two men see in a smart, fun, sweet, beautiful, strong woman like yourself. Absolutely ridiculous." The sarcasm couldn't have been laid on thicker.

Charlie forced one corner of her mouth up into what was supposed to be a smile but was more like a disbelieving grimace, "Thanks..."

"Don't you give me that face. Give yourself some credit. You don't have to believe everything I said, even if it IS the truth. But you have a lot of excellent qualities. What's not to like?" Guerin argued.

"Come on, maybe for an average person. But these guys are surrounded by incredibly beautiful people all the time. I am so plain in comparison. I barely wear makeup and my standard is hoodies and jeans." Charlie looked increasingly despondent as she spoke.

Guerin frowned, "You might not be a movie star but give these guys some credit. Hopefully anyone you like would be decent enough to not measure a person's worth by how glamorous they can be." Charlie still didn't look convinced, "Listen I can't make you believe me. I haven't met Jinyoung but I did meet Mark. I might have been having a bad night but even I could tell, ya boi was into ya."

Charlie couldn't help but chuckle at her friends earnest and goofy way of speaking. "If you say so." She suddenly looked up, determined, "Speaking of! Any news on that front?"

"Oh, yeah. Geez." Guerin launched into the explanation of JB coming over drunk that same night. At first she told the same edited version she had told Jackson but after finishing she hesitated.

"Well it's good that he apologized." Charlie narrowed her eyes at her friends expression, "Guerin you have no poker face. What are you hiding?"

Guerin laughed nervously, "I uh... well... while he was drunk... it kinda sounded like he was confessing feelings too."

It was Charlie's turn to coo at the juicy gossip. Guerin waved her hand dismissively, "Don't get excited. When he woke up he didn't say it again. He didn't even remember."

"Mmhmm." Charlie said, sipping her coffee like Hyungwon. Guerin rolled her eyes, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. "Sounds like you've got a love triangle."

"What? With who?" Guerin gasped.

"JB and Jackson." Charlie said in a sing song voice.

"Oh stop. JB was drunk and Jackson is friendly with everyone." Guerin shook her head.

"Mmhmm." She made another point of sipping her coffee with emphasis. "You make a big production of how every man should be in love with me and you can't even notice a puppy begging for attention and a drunk confession. Come on."

Guerin could understand her perspective but still found it unbelievable. She didn't voice her thoughts again.