#like the lyrics that they do have in english are so........hm. well. 'wiggle with this parasite' sounds fuckin gross. personally

[sanstropfremir]

So, naturally, someone has to ask you about onlyoneof's comeback. The whole thing has me incredibly confused. Firstly 8 songs were teased but only 4 released? Is this album actually supposed to be a prerelease? And then conceptually....the teasers weren't very coherent and the mv and song are just so strangly detached from each other? To be fair libido was also detached but the mv was coherent with itself while the skinz mv feels like it didn't have a core direction. The tech opening was great but then the pov section hit and just....idk the whole thing lost its plot. I will say the what I've seen of the choreo fits the song well, I just don't get how something that was openly a libido sequel felt so off when the material was right there.

I loved the outfits for the first stage, junji's jacket was fantastic. Someone said they were serving second gen and while I don't think they went that far I do love the copious and copiously cheap leather. I'm certain they'll release another guilty pleasure version that's just the choreo and I really wanna see the whole dance.

I love the three bsides we got I'm just so beyond confused on how they straight up dropped only half of the tracklist. That and the MV being super cheap genuinely made me wonder if the full comeback hasn't actually happened yet but there's just no news of anything like that so...??????

I actually do like skinz in the same way I liked libido- neither song appealed to me at ALL at first but infinite's the chaser made me make a two listen rule because I also somehow hated that song on first listen. On second listen...the 10 seconds of opening with the guitar that fades into the instrumental is SICK. I wish the guitar was more present in the song other than little pop ups here and there. It's def a weird song and the weakest of the 4 we got but also feels very derived from libido and sage. I think it could've been a great noise music song and I can hear what they were trying to do with it I just can't figure out if it's too empty or too crowded.

What are your thoughts?

oh this is so long! thank you!!

yea the whole comeback has been a bit scattered but honestly i think it's probably a money thing more than anything else. we know they are actually capable of doing full scale concepts since all their previous cbs have been more typical; i suspect they really took a hit domestically with libido and the fact that they doubled down instead of switching concepts to something that was less socially 'risque'. it's obviously a gamble they were willing to make in order to be their weird little indie boy selves and i applaud them for it. they've clearly got enough support to keep the lights on and if that lets them keep making music than i'll take some sacrifices.

as far as the mv goes, i don't actually mind it? well, i do mind it, but let me explain. i hate watching it because pov type stuff skeeves me the fuck out, but i also think they did that on purpose. the fact that they likely had a much smaller budget this time around means that they had to do some very creative problem solving to get a cohesive mv, and this is a perfect example of limitations breeding creativity. i think they're playing at something really interesting by reaching into the space of the whole voyeuristc fan experience and superimposing it with a 'storyline'/such obvious inter-group connections. although libido was decidedly western tinted, it still fell within the production standards of what we expect from a kpop mv. despite there being a rise in 'authentic' content from idols, there's usually a very clear distinction between 'performance' work and 'extra content', of which we see a visual distinction that usually comes down to things like rehearsal/casual clothes, tech quality, filming locations, etc. so even though the skinz mv ticks all the boxes of being easy-to-film cheap casual content, i don't actually think it is. there's a couple of really good vfx shots, there's two different aspect ratios, a lot of the shots are very purposefully framed, and the pov aspect, obviously. the fact that they all get into a company car but there's not a manager driving, and there's no accidental shots of staff at all, which all tell me this was a storyboarded and intentional mv. because of the high standard of production, a kpop mv presents an idol as a 'character' in a sense; they aren't wearing clothing they would usually wearing, they're in an artificial setting, and they aren't really 'acting' like themselves either. they're dressing up for work, yanno? customer service face etc. so by purposefully breaking the clearest visual boundary between 'work' and 'casual', skinz is directly questioning those boundaries. where exactly is the line between what's 'performance' and what isn't? how much do we see as fans and who are we to tell if what we're seeing is 'real' or not? it's a really interesting mv concept. not entirely sure it was totally successful, but it got there for me.

it is annoying that they only dropped half the tracklist and it is 100% my villain origin story but addy (@hoforwonho) told me that re-bido was a cd exclusive, which makes me think that the rest of them are as well. and i don't blame them for trying to drum up money any way they can. i'm just glad gaslighting was in the tracks they dropped for streaming because it was the one i was most excited about from the previews and it fucks supremely. ultimate bliss is also really good but gaslighing is my fave by far.

in terms of the actual title track itself, i LOVE the guitar and i think the instrumental has good bones but i don't like the vocal line (not the people, the actual melody+lyrics+arrangement) at all. i think where you're getting the too empty/too crowded from is that the vocals are doing a LOT and the instrumental is kinda bare under the guitar riff, but they're not working together at all. it bothers me less in the studio recording but the chaos is really obvious in the performances. i think i can see where they wanted it to go but it didn't make it all the way there for me, even if i can understand why it was meant to be offputting.

#kpop questions #onlyoneof #ooo w #in terms of the song not matching the aesthetics of the mv i think it was again them going for something as disarming as possible #like the lyrics that they do have in english are so........hm. well. 'wiggle with this parasite' sounds fuckin gross. personally #and we know they can write good english lyrics #in gaslighting there's 'grab me when im teetering/everything is being mirrored by your handling' which FUCKS #plus with the nails scraping sample. i think skinz was just mean to be offputting #also pretty sure the whole pov thing was intentionally meant to be unsettling. like looking into something you weren't supposed to #like i think it was directly confronting the whole weirdness of a bunch of dudes singing a love song to one person thing about boy bands #yanno? #like theyre really really directly beating at the whole celebrity/fan relationship thing #like i cannot imagine a larger group doing something like this it really is SO direct #like i thought maniac and cant control myself were on the nose but these boys really went the extra mile #i also want to see a stable cam of their choreo. i really love the ending pose a LOT #im sure one of the music shows has one up by now #text #answers

[soobuneary]

Giddy up, Girl! - Choi Soobin x Reader

Choi Soobin x Reader

Summary: A (very self-indulgent) fic about Soobin visiting a southern partner’s hometown. After a year of long distance dating online, you meet! HIGHKEY inspired by the Luke Bryan ‘Shake It’ tiktok trend haha.

Warnings: drinking, a tiny bit sexual if you squint, and like one curse word

Words: 2.6k

***the songs mentioned, if you want hehe: 1, 2, 3, 4

As he watched you carefully apply your eyeliner, Soobin still felt as if this whole situation was unbelievable. Even through the teary greeting at the airport, and even as he sat here on your bed watching you, the high feeling kept his head lost in what he could only describe as a dream.

You had gone to Korea as a trip with your university, where you were a culinary student, and on one of your nights adventuring you had met Soobin at a food stall. He was impressed by your knowledge of Korean food, and you were smitten with his dimples. After exchanging numbers, you quickly became friends even after you had gone home to the US. He asked you to be his girlfriend over facetime, which was how many of your previous dates had taken place.

But now, you sat in front of him at your vanity, in the flesh. And you were about to take him out in real life. “Soobin, aren’t you going to get ready?”

Your voice snapped him out of his daze. He took in your appearance and suddenly felt shy. A pale pink tank top and high-wasted jean shorts, and suddenly he wasn’t sure this was the type of date he was thinking of. He assumed he had been quiet for too long, as you asked him the same question but in Korean. “Not sure.”

You smiled at him and walked over to your closet. Seeing his clothes on one side made you smile, because although it was odd, it made everything feel much more tangible. He was here.

He looked at the plain white button up you held out towards him. “The jeans you’re wearing should be fine.”

“Where are we going?”

“No where fancy.” You smiled, putting on your rhinestone covered boots. “I want you to meet my friends, this bar is one of our favorites.” You saw the anxiety settle in on his face, so you continued, “Soob, I don’t think anyone at this bar would know who you are. Hell, I didn’t when we met.”

That did little to ease his stress, but he smirked upon further inspection of your cowgirl boots. It reminded him of the Blue Hour music video shoot. He chuckled, “Those are yours?”

“Yeah?” You approached the closet again as he finished doing the last button on his shirt. “You don’t take me for the type?”

He watched as you pulled down two hats, one white and one brown. “I’ve never seen it before.”

Your laugh made him blush. “Well, it’s a special occasion. I can’t show you my hometown without pulling out all the stops.” You paused in consideration, “Actually, I don’t think I’ve worn them since my high school homecoming!”

He put on the well-worn, white cowboy hat. “Homecoming?”

You explained it on the way to the bar, and Soobin would not stop laughing about the ridiculousness of it all. Mums? He lost his mind.

~~~

“You look mighty fine in your hat, Soobin.”

One of your friends broke the silence that followed your leave to the bar. Soobin couldn’t help feel out of place in the dimly lit booth, not because he didn’t trust his English abilities but he was trying his best to not be overwhelmed by everything. The horseshoes on the walls, the men shooting black spit from chewing tobacco into empty bottles, the cigarette smoke filling the air. Above all else, the loud country music blaring from every direction and the yelling coming from around the big, robotic bull. He looked up at the brunette who had spoken up and realized he had taken a pause too long. “Thank you, (Y/N) gave it to me.”

“We figured,” her boyfriend laughed and Soobin felt his cheeks redden with embarrassment. Marie and Jack were there names, and you had told him they were your best friends in high school. From what he had observed so far, they were far different than your university friends he had met briefly on facetime, but they seemed friendly still. They just had a different air about them.

“Sorry, I’m not used to going out like this.”

“Oh, that’s right!” Marie’s eyes lit up as she patted Jack on his bicep, “Back in Korea, Soobin is famous!”

He blushed deeper and hoped that the dim lights did him a favor. He laughed inwardly, and he hoped it didn’t make him conceited to know it was a lot more than ‘famous back in Korea’.

“Well, Soobin, here in Green Oak you could consider me famous. Marie, do you remember senior year when we brought our four wheelers? For our senior prank?”

“How could I forget, Jack?” Marie looked at Soobin with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “They drove them through the halls, they barely fit! Dragged in mud and horse shit. Our principal was mad as hell, but we cleaned up! We made the local news.”

His mind raced as he tried to keep up with words he wasn’t too familiar with, but laughed along with Jack. Suddenly he heard your voice, and thanked whatever higher power there was that you came to hopefully steer the conversation back to familiar territory.

You swayed your hips and sang along to the song playing out, being extra careful with your arms full of drinks. “Cold beer on a Friday night, a pair of jeans that fit just right!”

Marie finished the lyric as you served out the drinks. Jack had gotten a beer, so Soobin did as well. How different could beer be here in Texas? Well, quite a bit different he found out, trying not to choke on the Bud Light as it went down. You sent him a knowing look, but he hoped Jack hadn’t seen. “You gonna ride the bull tonight, (Y/N)?”

It was your turn to choke on your drink a little, and Soobin shot you a look of concern. “Marie-”

“You should show Soobin! Just how you did when we would sneak in the bar during high school. I’m sure he’d love to see you ride the bull! Right?”

All eyes on him, but he smirked much to your dismay. “I’d love to see it.”

You gulped down a bit more of your lemon drop moonshine. “Do I have to?”

Just then the tray of shots you ordered were delivered. “It’s fate, (Y/N).” Jack distributed the glasses and smiled, “To old friends and new.”

The liquor burned your throat, but you knew what you had to do. You slipped out of the booth, and the table followed with Marie cheering. As you stood in the the queue to ride the bull, you kept looking at Soobin. Instead of meeting his eyes, you saw him smile and talk with Jack and Marie. It made you incredibly giddy to watch him get along with your friends, but the feeling didn’t stay too long as it was your turn.

The music rang loud in your ears as your legs settled in the saddle. 'Cause just when I thought it couldn't get no hotter, I caught a glimpse of the farmer's daughter. The rocking started, and you braced yourself and rode like you never had before. “Giddy up, girl!” Marie’s shout made you giggle to yourself.

The small crowd cheered and whistled, but it was all white noise to Soobin. He focused on the concentration in your brow, and your pretty pink bottom lip caught in your teeth. It was so odd and weird but yet so cool and sexy-

Did he really just think that?

As the bull got faster you only rocked your body quicker to the beat, and the way your legs held the bull made him gulp.  As the days got shorter our talks got longer, the kisses got sweeter and the feelings got stronger. He could see the confidence building up in your smile as you took one hand to your hat and swung it in circles. The crowd cheered louder, and the bull got faster. So we'd hop in the truck and get all tangled up every chance we got.

After another minute, you lost your balance and fell making the audience holler. However, by the time you made your way back to Soobin and your friends your confidence had only doubled. You grabbed Marie’s hand walking quickly past. Jack smiled and motioned Soobin to follow along. 

You and Marie began to dance right as the song ended, and she sighed dramatically causing you and Jack to laugh.  And just when I think it can't get no hotter I come home to the farmer's daughter, yeah. However, no one would’ve guessed one of your favorite songs growing up would be the next to play, causing you to smile wider than Soobin was sure he’d ever seen before.

You grabbed his hands as the beginning instrumental played and he laughed nervously, to him it was obvious the moonshine began to kick in. “Why are you nervous? You dance for a living!”

“It’s obviously not the same!” He laughed, but you ignored his complaint.

Got a little boom in my big truck, gonna open up the doors and turn it up. Gonna stomp my boots in the Georgia mud. Gonna watch you make me fall in love.

Thankful he was a quick learner, Soobin saw how the guys on the dance floor simply clapped and swayed a little. ‘Boring’, he thought. He did not think it was boring for much longer as he finally understood what he thought you might find the appeal of the song.

Shake it for the young bucks sittin' in the honky-tonks, for the rednecks rockin' 'til the break of dawn. The DJ spinnin' that country song c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

Your hips swayed to the beat and you grabbed his hips gently. Before making a comment about distasteful PDA, he noticed how most pairs on the dance floor looked quite similar. He kept his thought about how you hadn’t even kissed yet to himself.

Aw, country girl, shake it for me Girl, shake it for me Girl, shake it for me

You had turned into a different person, he thought, as you changed directions. Lightly wiggling your ass on his front, all he could do was blush and sway along. He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “I like this side of you.”

You felt your skin tickled where his breath met your neck. “Hm?”

“You’re dancing like no one’s watching, I like seeing you like this.”

After a few more songs your group had a drink or two more before parting ways. In the Uber home you asked Soobin for his thoughts on your friends and the atmosphere of the bar. All he could think to say was ‘different’.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t too good for you, honey.”

He closed your apartment door behind him, smiling “I didn’t say that. It’s just very different.”

“Was it too much?” You plopped down on the couch in your living room. “We could’ve left, Soob.”

“I had fun.” He sat beside you and gave a sincere smile. “I can’t get over something though.”

You feared for the worst. Did he hate Marie? Was Jack too much? Was the robotic bull ride too weird? “What is it?”

“Country music”, he started, his face breaking into a goofy grin, “is weird. Their voices are so dramatic, and, and-”

“Tangy?”

“Huh?” The confusion on his face made you giggle slightly.

“Not all country music is that over the top! There are beautiful country songs!”

“I didn’t say there wasn’t!” He laughed and put up his hands defensively. Without a moment to overthink it you grabbed his hands and pushed him back. His back hit the cushions of your old couch and you looked down at him. As your face drew closer your breath hitched, was this is it? Lips crept towards each other before you felt his breath fan over you. “Show me.”

His voice broke your trance. “What?”

“Show me a beautiful country song, then.”

After a moment of consideration, you crawled off him and connected your phone to a speaker that rested on your coffee table. You held out your hand, and led him to the small space dividing your kitchen and living room. The speaker softly began to play as you rested a hand on each of his shoulders.

Baby, last night was hands down one of the best nights that I've had, no doubt. Between the bottle of wine and the look in your eyes and the Marvin Gaye. Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pourin' rain.

His hands found your sides and you rested your cheek against his chest. His heartbeat welcomed your skin and it made you smile, who knew a man this perfect could have his heart race at something as simple as this?

“Who says this is simple?”

You pulled your head back but still kept close and swayed to the beat. “I didn’t realize I said that out loud.”

“Any time I get to spend with you is everything, (Y/N).”

Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand baby, I could die a happy man. A happy man, baby.

“I never thought this would happen, Soobin.” You hadn’t noticed your own face moving in close as you spoke. “I can’t believe I’m seeing you again, and not through a phone screen.”

“I know exactly what you mean.”

And I know that I can't ever tell you enough that all I need in this life is your crazy love.

“Why did you wait for me?” You felt emotion rush through your veins as you looked for answers in his dark eyes. “A year without me, and a year living your dreams and becoming an international celebrity. Why me?”

If I never get to see the Northern Lights or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night. Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand baby, I could die a happy man.

“Because you’re you, (Y/N).” He brought one hand up to caress your cheek. “You’re brave and funny and compassionate. You didn't even know who I was, but you approached me, just to be nice.” He laughed quietly, and wiped a runaway tear from your eyes. “I was so nervous when you did too. I thought my mask and hat weren’t enough to not be recognized, and I’d get in trouble. But it was just you, excited to be eating Korean food and enjoying Seoul. Your eyes still sparkle the same way they did then, even all the way over here where you’re from.”

Passion welled up in your voice, and although you tried to keep it down with a gulp, it escaped. “Soobin. I’d wait forever for you, you know?”

“I know.”

Baby, you're my great escape. We could stay at home, listen to the radio, dance around the fireplace.

His lips met yours for the very first time. Your world stopped and your breath got caught in your chest. Kissing back you made note of how he tasted like the cherry liquor from the shots and his lips were just as soft as they always looked. Love was laced into every moment of the embrace, and it tore you to pieces to break away.

I could die, I could die a happy man.

“I love you, (Y/N), you know?”

You beamed up at him, his eyes reflecting all the love and light of the moment. “I know. I love you, too.”

The two of you got ready for bed, and cuddled up to spend your first night together. The conversation was mostly questions about things that confused Soobin throughout the night out. Unable to keep it in, you laughed loudly and dramatically, leaving Soobin to reach for his phone.

“What’s giddy up, girl?”

#soobin x reader #choi soobin x reader #txt fanfic #soobin fluff #txt fluff #tomorrow x together fanfiction #tomorrow x together fluff #this was so self indulgent i am so sorry for my sins #kpop fanfiction #kpop x reader #kpop writer

[btxtreads]

✒️ opposite attraction 🖋

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: WISH

↳ Pairing: Kang Taehyun x Reader

↳ word count: 1.7k words

↳ rating: PG

↳ genre: fluff, so much fluff

↳ warnings: underage drinking, sunhee tries to sell herself too much, sunhee verbal smackdown

a/n: I lied. There is a chapter in Beomgyu’s house and it’s written. 🤡anon big brain that’s so sexc

IMPORTANT: i dont know if you guys know this, but this smau was inspired by two of my favorite mangas-turned-jdramas: Itazura na Kiss: Love in Tokyo and Hana Yori Dango. This chapter was inspired by Hana Yori Dango Season 1′s theme song: Wish by Arashi. I think the upbeat hopeful tone of the song describes Taehyun and Y/N’s relationship a lot lol. You can read the english translation of the lyrics here. Enjoy! 💖

Taehyun leaned on the counter doing what he does best—observe.

In his hands was a cup of grape soda, which he was told was Hueningkai’s specific request.

All around him were strobe lights and drunk teenagers.

Beomgyu, sporting a can of sprite, was actively avoiding Minjeong as he made his way to Taehyun.

Minjeong was behind him, tipsy and drunk as she called to Beomgyu.

Both boys knew she already downed three shots upon arrival.

“What’s up!” Beomgyu greeted happily as he reached Taehyun, slinging an arm around the shorter male.

“She’s wasted,” Taehyun noted, pointing over to Minjeong.

The said girl swayed as Ara, equally as drunk, approached her with a giggle.

Beomgyu winced.

“Yeah, someone saw her down three shots in one go. Is she even legal yet?”

“Nope,” Taehyun shrugged. “That’s what you get when you throw a party with an open-for-all liquor bar,”

Beomgyu chuckled as Taehyun raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re already legal though, and it’s your party. I’m sure you could drink,” Taehyun said. “Why aren’t you?”

“I have a mission and I can’t do it when I’m drunk,” Beomgyu shrugged. “Also I’m not in the mood, maybe later.”

Taehyun rolled his eyes.

Beomgyu’s phone rang with an alert.

“Oh, they’re here,” Beomgyu muttered.

Taehyun whipped his head to the boy, heart suddenly pounding as he fought to maintain his composure.

“Oh, are they?” Taehyun asked nonchalantly as he looked back at the crowd.

Beomgyu snorted, patting Taehyun’s back.

“Yeah, so is Sunhee,” Beomgyu teased before a hand gripped Taehyun’s shoulder.

“Hi, Tae!” A shrill voice called.

Taehyun turned, raising an eyebrow at the girl.

“Beom, this is Sunhee?” Taehyun asked, frowning as the boy nodded.

Sunhee’s eyes brightened as she straightened her posture, smile widening.

“Oh, It’s you,” Taehyun hummed.

“It’s me?” Sunhee blinked flirtatiously, hand landing on Taehyun’s arm. “Ah, have you been looking for me?”

Taehyun remained stone-faced as the girl flaunted her short dress.

“I dressed up for you, by the way,” Sunhee giggled, gesturing to her awfully tight dress and sky-high pumps.

“Can you even walk in that?” Beomgyu asked incredulously.

“Oh, of course, Gyu!” Sunhee giggled, making Beomgyu form a face of disgust.

“Please don’t call me that,”

“But Y/N calls you that?” Sunhee replied, her smile tense.

Taehyun’s head whipped up at the mention of the girl.

“Why can’t I, Gyu? We’re friends, right?” Sunhee continued, her arm snaking around Taehyun’s.

The boy’s eyes wandered around as Beomgyu shook his head with a firm no.

Taehyun’s eyes locked onto Y/N, who had the prettiest white dress on, walking across the room with Hueningkai.

They conversed by the snack table, Hueningkai grabbing them two bottles of grape juice, before Hueningkai was pulled away by Ara.

Y/N shot a gaze over at their direction, locking eyes with Taehyun.

“Tae, babe? You okay?”

Taehyun flinched, looking down at Sunhee.

In a span of the few seconds he was looking for Y/N, the girl manage to press up even closer to him and procured a can of beer in her hands.

“How old are you?” Taehyun asked.

Delighted, Sunhee giggled.

“You must be so curious about me,” Sunhee tilted her head and hummed.

Beside them, Beomgyu muttered under his breath as he shoved a nacho chip in his mouth.

“I asked you a question,” Taehyun rolled his eyes. “Are you deaf?”

There was a beat of silence before Sunhee laughed obnoxiously, making Taehyun glare at the girl in irritation.

“That was so funny, babe!” Sunhee giggled, lightly hitting his arm. “Hm, well, I’m the same age as you,”

“So, you’re not legal?”

“Oh,” Sunhee raised her eyebrows, smirking as she tilted her head flirtatiously. “That wouldn’t be a problem,”

“It actually is, since you’re drinking under legal age,” Taehyun commented, gesturing to the can of beer in her hands. “Stop calling me babe, we’re not close. Don’t call me Tae, we’re not friends.”

Sunhee blinked in surprise as Taehyun shook her off with an irritated sigh.

“For the record, I don’t like girls who sell themselves too much,” Taehyun rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.

“Tae, I’m just teasing,” Sunhee rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Yeah? Well, it’s not cute or sexy or whatever you’re going for so stop,” Taehyun snorted.

“Oh, but you looked at me like I was when you said ‘It’s you,’” Sunhee said suggestively.

Behind Taehyun, Beomgyu sat at the counter as he watched the exchange in amusement.

“I was just wondering who you were since you assumed my tweet yesterday was about you,” Taehyun scoffed. “Which isn’t, since I have no idea who the hell you are. Stop holding me, god.”

Before Sunhee could reply, Taehyun backed away from the girl, who tried to take his arm again, and turned back to Beomgyu with pursed lips.

The said boy was cackling silently at the side.

“She’s so annoying,” Taehyun hissed as Beomgyu snorted. “Anyways, have you seen—“

“Y/N?” Beomgyu teased, wiggling his eyebrows at a fuming Sunhee behind Taehyun.

“I might be looking for Kai,” Taehyun said, turning back to Sunhee. “You’re still here? Why are you still here?”

“I was hoping that we could—“

“Are you stupid?” Taehyun groaned. “I was asking you to leave,”

“She’s at the garden,” Beomgyu said, nodding at the direction of the backyard.

“Whatever,” Taehyun snorted before glaring at Sunhee. “Don’t follow me,”

Beomgyu snorted, wandering away to save Hueningkai, who was stuck trying to get away from a drunk Ara, as Sunhee stewed in her spot.

Taehyun made a beeline over to the door to the exit, standing at the veranda.

He always found Beomgyu’s massive mansion beautiful—especially the backyard that was decorated with hanging plants and twinkling lights by the pool and the gardens.

The way the backyard looked right now made him doubt a little.

The tanning beds by the pool we filled with booze and beer cans, with the crazy students swimming around the pool in their outfits.

The pathway to the gardens, however, was much more peaceful.

Past the short pathway was a big space with a table in the middle, with bean bags and a fire pit at the side for campfires.

Lying on one particular bean bag, was a girl in a white dress.

Slowly, Taehyun made his way to the coffee table, taking a seat as he observed the girl who opted to observe the stars.

The girl slowly raised her head, blinking over at Taehyun.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

Taehyun frowned, shrugging.

“I don’t know,” He replied. “What are you looking at?”

Y/N cracked a tiny smile and leaned back, gazing up at the stars once more.

“The stars,”

“There are no stars,” Taehyun deadpanned, making Y/N laugh.

“Well, yeah, but you can imagine,” Y/N said.

Taehyun sighed, observing the girl.

She was so carefree. She looked like someone who doesn’t think things through and just goes with whatever was handed to them.

Taehyun didn’t like people like that.

“The news said there would be a shooting star tonight,” Y/N said. “At 10.”

“You’d be looking at a dead star,” Taehyun replied.

“I should make a wish,” Y/N hummed, ignoring the boy as she gazed at her watch. “Oh, that’s in 10 minutes,”

Taehyun cracked a smile.

Taehyun can stand her though.

He stood up and moved to the bean bag next to her, positioning himself to look up at the sky.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking,”

“At what?” Y/N frowned.

“The stars,” Taehyun replied, raising an eyebrow at the girl. “Now, shut up and wait for the shooting star,”

“Are you going to make a wish?”

“Maybe.”

“You’d be wishing on a dead star,” Y/N teased, making Taehyun snort.

“Original,”

Y/N giggled as she checked her watch again.

6 minutes.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyun said, his eyes trained at the sky.

“What are you apologizing for?” Y/N asked turning to the boy in confusion.

“I’ve been a big asshole lately,” Taehyun replied, before shaking his head. “I’m an asshole to everybody, but particularly to you,”

“Ah, it’s no big deal,” Y/N shrugged. “Co-captain of the basketball team, president of the student council, top student of the school and trying to ward girls off of you—must be so tiring,”

“I guess,” Taehyun sighed, making Y/N shake her head with a chuckle.

“I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to take the worst out on me,” Y/N smiled over at the boy before looking back up.

3 minutes.

“Beomgyu said you’re amazing and stuff,” Taehyun hummed. “I wondered what all the fuss was all about since you didn’t seem so confident and amazing when we did the project,”

“Well, I was—uh—dealing with some stuff,” Y/N replied. “Class, friends, bullies. You know, high school.”

“Bullies?”

“Oh yeah,” Y/N snorted. “You know Sunhee? She and her friends—what a peach. Locked me in rooms and poured lunches on me,”

“Sunhee?” Taehyun furrowed his eyebrows, remembering the girl cozying up to him earlier as he sat up. “We should do something about it,”

“No, it’s okay,” Y/N smiled. “I’m a big girl. I can handle it,”

Taehyun turned to the girl, frowning.

“But, Y/N—“

“Trust me,”

“Okay, then,” Taehyun sighed, lying back down. “If you say so.”

Y/N smiled.

One minute.

“Hey, what are you wishing for?” Y/N asked, eyes darting around the sky to look for the shooting star bound to fall anytime.

“Uh, good health? grades? to win basketball finals?”

“I wish we can be great friends,” Y/N smiled over at him.

Taehyun smiled back.

“Yeah,” he agreed softly. “Me too.”

Overhead, a white streak darted past the night sky.

Y/N snapped her head to it with a gasp.

“Oh, there it is!” Y/N said, sitting up. “It’s a shooting star!”

Her hand reached out, taking a hold of his arm.

“Yeah,” Taehyun smiled at her. “Yeah, it is,”

He was more interested in looking at the star sitting next to him.

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Golden

about 5k on Switzerland, I love yous, foamy French coffee, and a monkey named Craige. The shows are spectacular, Olivia is golden, and everything is lovely... Featuring Harry Styles and an OFC. No warnings except a bit of bad language and lots of cheesiness hehe. Enjoy!

                                               *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

Harry Styles woke up with a smile on his face.

Which was rare, really, when he was on tour, because most mornings, he was either slightly hung over, absolutely exhausted, or a tragic combination of the two. This meant that a smile was anything but common except in the rare instance of the wry, miserable one that curved his lips when he glanced over at the side table to see a very empty wooden surface with a very visible lack of water. 

But today, this was not the case. Instead, Harry was waking up before ten o’clock to the faint glow of the sun through the curtains with his girlfriend in his arms and the glorious feeling of a clear, pain free head. 

He gave Olivia a gentle kiss, to which she groaned and burrowed into the pillows. “It’s four o’clock in the fucking morning, Styles,” she murmured drowsily, and Harry grinned. “Sun’s up, love. It’s at least nine…” 

“Nine, four, ungodly hours of the morning, synonyms, sleep.” 

“Think I’m gonna go for a jog,” Harry told her, almost just for her reaction. He didn’t get one until he stood up and she mumbled, “I’m dating a fucking psychopath.” Harry laughed and got dressed, already planning out his route and where he could go to get croissants on the way back. 

“Bye, Liv,” he called on his way out.

“Bye, psycho,” she grumbled in reply. 

                                              *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

Olivia loved the croissants Harry got and gushed about them until hours later when the show opened and she got lost in the music. It was always amusing to watch Olivia when she was on stage, Harry thought, because she almost seemed to glow. 

Maybe it was the stage lights, maybe it was her impeccable outfits, or maybe it was just that angelic glow of hers, but she really did seem to have a different aura when performing. Her yellow guitar certainly didn’t hurt, and neither did her now signature yellow nail polish, and Harry had had to start conscious efforts to keep concentrated on his lyrics and not miss his cues ever since she’d joined the band. 

She just seemed to sparkle, and he couldn’t help but grin back when their eyes would meet and she’d stick her tongue out at him or make a face. Harry found himself showing off just for her, glancing back after Kiwi or a particularly successful water spew to gauge her reaction and see her smile. 

In some strange way, she was taking some control over him. But not in a bad way - sort of a gentle pressure that just made him and his performances better. She pushed him to be a better artist, to go that extra mile, to put all of his heart into his music because he knew that she was doing the same just behind him. 

The shows were spectacular, Olivia was golden, and everything was lovely. 

                                           *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

The first show out of the US was in Canada, in Toronto. Harry watched Olivia with fond admiration, encouraging her attempt at learning French despite the fact that almost everyone there spoke English fluently. 

She’d wanted to go everywhere and see everything at the first few places, but the exhilaration of being in a different state had worn off after a few more cities and plenty more nights of being absolutely exhausted after shows. 

Toronto had been a little different, and Harry went along with her into town and went into little restaurants and shops, amused at her excitement. He had, of course, been to most every big city in the world several times over through four world wide tours, but it was fun to relive his original thrill at visiting fifty different cities within a year. 

And then, of course, there was Paris. 

                                              *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

There were certain places, Harry would have to admit, that still retained some of their initial glamour and charm even after several visits and being associated with some not exactly cheery memories. Paris was one of those cities. 

There was something about its little cafes, the glittering Eiffel Tower in the distance, the cuisine, the beauty of French, and really just the city’s entire vibe that was delightfully captivating. Harry had always, at least to some extent, enjoyed his time in Paris, but being there with Olivia just made it seem like heaven on earth. 

“So,” Harry said, stirring his little espresso spoon around in his coffee. “Is it everything you expected?” Olivia, sitting across from him at the little metal table outside a cafe, lowered the bowl the size of her head she was sipping coffee from to reveal a mustache of foam over her lip. 

Harry grinned, reaching over and dabbing a bit off with his pinky. “More foam than coffee, hm?” She giggled, running her tongue over her lip to lick it off, but shook her head. “Foam’s the best part.” 

Smiling despite himself, Harry rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his own (significantly less foamy) coffee. “‘s the only reason you drink it, isn’t it?” he asked, and she shrugged. “Maybe,” she replied. 

“Ridiculous,” Harry murmured, unable to keep the smile off his face. “Right, well, what’s the verdict, then - is Paris a horrific disappointment?” Olivia breathed a happy sigh, glancing around them at the towering buildings and softly chattering French customers of the cafe. “No,” she said conclusively. “No, not at all.” She met his gaze again, just a bit of a smile tugging at her lips, and took another sip of coffee. 

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Care to elaborate?” 

She shrugged, this time preemptively licking the foam off her lip, and let her eyes wander around them again. “I dunno,” she hummed. “It’s just… it’s so much… It’s so much more petite than I expected.” 

Harry must have looked confused, because she laughed and shook her head. “No, no, I mean… I kind of expected a… a bustling tourist trap, you know? But it’s… not.” She shrugged again, stirring her coffee. She looked up at him, smiling adorably, and nudged his foot under the table. “My company’s certainly better than I ever could have expected.” 

“I am, aren’t I?” Harry replied cheekily, and she kicked him in the shin. “You’re supposed to say thank you after a compliment, Styles,” she told him, and Harry winked at her, and she flipped him off. 

Her gaze went behind him, and Harry turned around to see two girls with phones clutched in their hands blushing furiously and staring at him. “Hullo,” he said, and they giggled, whispering something between them in rapid fire French before stepping slightly closer. 

“Erm - bonjour?” Harry tried, and they grinned, handing him the phone and saying something in French. He caught nous t'aimons, a few s'il vous plaîts, and something that sounded like photograph, so he took a picture and said a few je t'aime aussis and mercis back before they walked away. 

“Adorable,” Olivia sighed, a dramatically wistful expression on her face as she sipped her coffee. “They’ll be asking for your picture soon,” Harry told her, and she rolled her eyes. “Oh, please.” There was a beat of silence, and then she looked down at the mug as she stirred it. “Think there’ll be pictures online?” she asked. 

Harry bit his lip. They hadn’t exactly talked about going officially public. “Probably already are,” he told her honestly, and she looked at her coffee for a split second more before ginning up at him and announcing, “I wanna try a macaroon. Know of any good places, Mr. I’ve Been to Paris More Times Than You Can Count?” as she stood up. 

Harry rolled his eyes, shaking his head but sliding cash under the plate before letting her lead him back onto the street. “I never said I’ve been to Paris more times than you can count,” he told her, but she only gave him a nod and an expression that dripped with mock sarcasm. 

“Sure, Styles,” she said. 

“I didn’t!” 

“It’s okay,” Olivia laughed. “You’re too cool for your small town Arizonian girlfriend.” 

Harry grinned and kissed her on the cheek. “Got that right.” 

Olivia scoffed, smacking him on the chest. “Hey!” 

“Oh, hush,” Harry told her, sliding his fingers around hers and letting their hands swing between them as they walked. Olivia grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at him. “Guess you’ll have to buy me some macaroons to make up for that, huh?”

“I guess so,” Harry laughed. 

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“It’s beautiful,” Olivia said as they stepped onto the platform of the Eiffel Tower. 

“I know,” Harry murmured. 

They walked up to the railing, looking out over the city. From his trips in the past, Harry had managed to time it perfectly so that they landed at the top of the tower right at sunset, and it really was quite the sight. 

The sun was a deep orange color, with wisps of clouds pulling hues of gold and cotton candy pink from its rays. The water sparkled beneath them, lights from the city glittering like something out of a story book. Stars were beginning to twinkle into the sky, dotting the darkening atmosphere with pockets of stars and puffs of clouds. 

“H?” Olivia said softly. 

Harry glanced at her, not one bit sorry to miss the breathtaking sight in front of him in exchange for Oliva’s glow. She looked beautiful, haloed by the sunset and looking positively radiant in the soft light of the sun and stars. She gave him a little smile as their eyes met, and it warmed Harry’s heart more than the sun ever could.

“Thanks for doing this,” Olivia said. 

Harry gave her a smile, nudging her gently. “‘f course.” 

“Tour’s been amazing,”  she told him. She breathed a laugh, shaking her head and looking out at the sun again. “God, I could do this forever,” she said, almost just to herself. “Me, too,” Harry replied honestly. 

There was a beat of silence, and then - 

“I love you, Olivia,” Harry whispered. 

She went still, and Harry felt a pang of horrifying regret. 

He remembered what she’d told him about her ex all in a rush; that they’d been engaged, that he’d broken her heart, that she was still terrified of getting her heartbroken, that she’d been hesitant to even date him, that she was still scared and he’d just told her he loved her. 

She didn’t look him in the eye. “Maybe we should go back to the hotel,” she said. “We should probably get some sleep before tomorrow.” She turned around and walked back towards the elevator. “Rehearsals all day tomorrow, right?”  

Harry blinked, fear almost freezing him in place before he warily stepped next to her and replied, “Yeah.” But seeing as his heart was stuck in his throat, his voice was almost inaudible. Olivia nodded, still not meeting his gaze. “Yeah,” she said. 

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The elevator ride was more than awkward. She wouldn’t look at him, just stared at the numbers as they went down, down, down, mirroring Harry’s heart as the minutes ticked by and she didn’t say anything. 

She walked him back to the hotel, and said something about taking a walk, and then disappeared. Harry tossed and turned in bed, his heart picking up speed every time he heard footsteps outside the door. 

He didn’t sleep at all. 

He chugged coffee the next morning as he waited for her, trying as hard as he could to hold all his panic in, but it was getting harder and harder to hold it as the sun rose and began to set and she still wasn’t back. 

She didn’t show up for rehearsals. 

Harry sang through as much of the set as he could without his lead guitarist, trying as hard as he could to focus on what he was doing without her. His brain was stuck in a constant loop of where is she, why would I do that, did I go to fast, where is she, why would I -

He missed his cue again. 

They started Kiwi over. 

Harry was telling himself to keep it together, but it felt absolutely impossible. He was absolutely out of his head with anxiety; not just about whether or not he’d gone too fast, but whether or not she’d come back before the show.  He was hoping, praying she would, but he just didn’t know. 

He knew that she was scared. He knew she was terrified, because her heart had gotten broken and could break again if Harry messed up. He just couldn’t help being so open - it was just in his nature to tell her how he felt. 

Or maybe he just should have kept his bloody mouth shut. 

He fucked up the lyrics again, and Sara suggested they move on. 

Harry nodded and shook out his shoulders, telling himself not to think about it. And it worked, somewhat, so he managed to get through the rest of rehearsals without messing anything up too badly. 

The feeling of hopelessness kicked in about two minutes before show time, when Harry was brushing his teeth for the third time in ten minutes just for something to take his mind off Olivia. The rest of the band was on stage, and the opening music was playing, and Harry had to force a smile to his face before running onto the still darkened stage. 

                                          *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

Harry heard guitar. 

Her guitar. 

His heart stopped, and he glanced behind him. 

She was there, and she was smiling at him, and everything was okay. 

The lights flashed, the beat dropped, Harry felt adrenaline rush through him. 

He felt the music take a hold of him, felt everything melt away as Olivia’s glow surged through her guitar and into the awaiting air. He sang out the lyrics, pouring his heart into them, and had the sudden realization that he could bask in her glow for the rest of his life. 

                                          *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

They didn’t talk about it. 

She didn’t even mention it, and neither did he, but Harry decided that he didn’t mind because nothing had changed. Everything was the way it was, like nothing had ever happened in the first place. 

That’s what Harry told himself, at least. 

But really, he wasn’t brave enough to talk about it. He wasn’t brave to admit that he still felt the same way, that he still loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He didn’t have the courage to tell her just how much he missed her, how much it broke him to be without her even just for a few hours.

He was scared how she’d react if she knew how much he depended on her. Being without her was pain, but loving her was the antidote. And really, he’d do anything to keep her, to keep her love, to keep the pain away and the antidote coming. 

                                          *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

Harry peppered kisses down Olivia’s neck, waiting until she giggled and tilted her head to kiss him back before stealing the remote from out of her hands and sliding to the other end of the couch with a victorious shout. 

“Harry Edward Styles!” Olivia exclaimed, practically jumping on top of him to try and get it back. Harry just grinned, shaking his head at her as he raised the remote above his head and clicked The Notebook. 

It was the second month of the three month break between the one city Asia leg and the European leg of tour, and as they waited for takeaway they were, as usual, arguing over which movie to watch over dinner. 

“Haarrryyyy,” Olivia groaned. “We just watched this last week!” 

“Exactly!” Harry replied with a grin. “Last week! Been ages, love. I need my weekly dose of Ryan Gosling.” Olivia pouted, reaching for the remote, but Harry kept it out of reach. “Well, I need my weekly dose of Hugh Grant!” 

“Oh, please,” Harry replied. “Tall, British, curly-haired, gorgeous - you’ve got me right here!” Olivia sighed wistfully, shaking her head. “Sorry, Styles, but you just can’t compete with those blue eyes.”

Harry scoffed, picking up a M&M from the bowl in front of them and throwing it at her. “Right, well, that’s just rude.” Olivia bit back a grin and sat on his lap. She kissed him, and then said, “You know, usually, I’d say I like you ‘cause you’re cute and nice, but if you’re not going to let us watch an actual classic…” 

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head, kissing her on the nose before replying, “Ask anyone, Liv, Notting Hill’s great, but it’s no The Notebook.” Olivia pursed her lips. “You’re mean,” she said. 

“Wow, quite the zinger,” Harry laughed. 

“Pleeease?” Olivia dragged, giving him puppy dog eyes from under her lashes. “Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?” Harry huffed a sigh, glancing at the two bowls on the table, and then began, “How about -” 

“Yes!” Olivia exclaimed, snatching the remote from his hands.

“No, no, no,” Harry said with a grin, taking the remote back. “No, you didn’t let me finish.” He took an M&M from one bowl and a Skittle from the other, putting one in each hand, and then put his hands behind his back and switched them around a few times. 

Olivia just raised an eyebrow. 

“Right, so you’re going to pick a hand,” Harry said, pulling his hands from behind his back with his fists closed, “and if it’s a Skittle, we watch the lad you’re cheating on me with. If not, I get to pick the movie.” 

Olivia grinned. “Bold of you to assume you’re not the one I’m cheating on him with.” 

Harry scoffed, standing up from the couch. “Right then, have fun with -” 

“No!” Olivia yelped, pulling him back down. She laughed, shaking her head and trying to school her expression into a more serious one. “No, no, I’m sorry - what am I doing?” Harry rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself, and held out his hands again. 

“Pick one.” 

Olivia grimaced, looking at his closed fists warily. “The chocolate’s gonna be all melted…” 

“Wouldn’t have been if you’d just chosen as soon as I asked.” 

“Alright, alright,” Olivia laughed, tapping on his right fist. 

He opened it, hoping for an M&M, but… 

Alas. 

“A-ha!” Olivia exclaimed, popping the Skittle into her mouth happily. “Get ready to swoon over Mr. Hugh Grant!” Harry muttered something about crooked teeth, but Olivia just shushed him as she clicked out of The Notebook and onto Notting Hill, curling up next to him as the movie began. Smiling, Harry kissed her forehead, and suddenly he wasn’t too upset about missing out on his favorite movie. 

                                          *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

Harry was head over heels for Olivia. 

He really was. 

He adored her enthusiasm, her love for new places, everything about her. More than anything, he was excited to finally be in Switzerland with her. She’d been looking forward to it since the beginning of tour, and he couldn’t wait to explore every inch of the country with her. 

But not at half past midnight after a particularly long flight and brand new jet lag. 

They’d just gotten off break, which meant Harry was still in that primary stage of not quite being used to the constantly fluctuating time zones. He was barely conscious, the warm, soft sheets of the bed in his awaiting hotel room seeming like heaven, his brain muddled with stale airplane air… 

“It’s an hour, Harry,” Olivia was telling him in the car to the hotel.  

“It’s one am, Liv.” 

“It’s midnight,” Olivia sighed. “You think it’s midnight.” 

“Please just wait a few hours,” Harry groaned, putting his head in his hands.

Olivia huffed, glancing around the car, and finally landed on the packet of Skittles she’d bought at the airport. “Okay, okay,” she said, sliding the remainder of the candies into her palm. There were only a few left, so she kept an orange one and a yellow one and put the rest back into the bag. 

“Okay,” she repeated, putting a Skittle in each palm before putting her hands behind her back and switching them around a few times. Then she put her closed fists in front of her and said, “Pick one. Orange, right to the hotel. Yellow, right to the river.” 

Harry sighed, tapping her left fist. 

“Rigged,” Olivia said immediately at the sight of the orange Skittle, and that got a smile out of Harry, who grinned and shook his head. “We’ll go first thing tomorrow,” he told her, and Olivia groaned, eating both the Skittles and laying back against the door. “I’m gonna be bored to death in the hotel,” she grumbled. 

Harry glared at her. “There’s this little thing called sleep, Liv.” 

“Old man.”

“We’re the same age!” Harry exclaimed, and Olivia scoffed, shaking her head. “Yeah, well, you’re acting like a grandpa.” Harry managed to grin and replied, “I happen to know quite a few grandpas, so I will, in fact, take that as a compliment.” 

“You’re impossible,” Olivia whined. 

“And you need to sleep.” 

“It’s not productive,” Olivia mumbled, smiling just a bit. 

“‘s necessary, though,” Harry said. 

Olivia grinned and kissed him. “Necessary is subjective.” 

“Wake me up at six,” Harry told her, kissing her again before situating himself against the window to try and get some sleep. “Fine, old man,” Olivia sighed, pulling out a notebook and pencil. “Better wake up when I tell you to.” 

“I will,” Harry said, not meaning it one bit. 

                                          *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

Harry woke up to the scent of coffee and citrusy perfume. 

“Rise and shine, superstar!” Olivia sang, and Harry groaned, burrowing into the pillow. 

Olivia sighed, bouncing onto the bed next to him and laying horizontally against his chest. “It’s seven,” she told him, “‘cause I’m nice. And I made coffee. I saw this really cute chocolate place on the drive over when you were sleeping, and they sell coffee, too, so we can get even more caffeine in our systems!” 

“I can get more caffeine in my system,” Harry mumbled. “You sound like you’re high on crack.” Olivia giggled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She sat up and shook his shoulder. “Please?” she asked. “Pretty, pretty please?” 

“Where’s the coffee?” Harry sighed. 

“Wunderbar! Danke, liebling!” Olivia exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek.

                                          *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

Harry sipped his second (third?) cup of coffee as they walked through the streets, still half asleep. Much to Olivia’s disappointment, nothing was really open besides a few cafes where they’d gotten a few pastries and their coffee. 

So Olivia led Harry into the old town, or, as Olivia told him, the Altstadt. Harry walked behind her as she flitted from one plaque to the other, occasionally coming back to him to explain something she found particularly interesting. 

“Did you know that Erasmus walked these streets?” she asked enthusiastically, and Harry raised an eyebrow. “I have no idea who that is, love.” She giggled, shaking her head, and told him, “Me neither.” 

Harry rolled his eyes with a smile, following her around a corner and then nearly bumping into her. She’d stopped dead in her tracks, and Harry followed her gaze to a small fountain. 

On top of the fountain, where Olivia was staring with her jaw dropped, was a monkey. It seemed to be made of bronze, looking particularly mischievous with a hat and what looked to be a bunch of grapes. 

“I love him,” Olivia whispered. 

“Jesus Christ,” Harry muttered, grinning despite himself. 

He followed her to the edge of the fountain, where she went dramatically still, and Harry stood behind her and slid his arms around her waist. “Should get one of these for your backyard,” he said after a second of silence, and she burst out giggling.

“Can you imagine?” she laughed. “A giant bronze monkey in the middle of Arizona?” 

Harry shrugged, kissing her cheek, and then grabbed her hand and spun her around in a twirl. “This is wonderful,” he told her, “but we should probably get back.” Olivia pouted, but didn’t argue, instead sighing and staring ruefully over her shoulder as they walked away. 

“Craige,” she said. 

“What?” 

She grinned. “His name is Craige, and he’s the love of my life.” 

“I’m jealous,” Harry laughed. 

“Oh, don’t be,” she replied. “You just can’t compete with a dashing monkey like Craige.” 

“Nobody can.” 

She giggled and took his hand, swinging it as they walked. “Now you’re getting it!” 

                                          *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

“You got to pick the movie last night, I should get to pick the music today,” Olivia argued in the car back to the hotel. Harry scoffed, shaking his head. “Erm - no, that’s not how that works. We both like Fleetwood, but your old hippie stuff isn’t -” 

“Old hippie stuff!” Olivia shrieked. “Just for that you should let me pick the music!” 

“Okay, okay,” Harry laughed, balancing the steering wheel with his knee as they came to a red light. He reached into the cup holders in front of them, where the remainders of their snack were sitting. 

“A M&M,” he said as he put a Skittle in one hand and an M&M in the other, “and we’ll listen to Fleetwood. Skittle, and you can pick.” Olivia groaned. “Not this again.” Harry grinned, keeping an eye on the red light as he put his hands under the wheel and switched them around a few times. “C’mon, Liv,” he said, bringing his hands back up, “it’ll melt. Chop chop.” 

Olivia sighed, tapping his left fist. 

Harry grinned as Olivia whined nonsense, popping the M&M into his mouth and driving on when the light changed. “You don’t even mind Fleetwood Mac,” he told her as she chewed through the Skittle and flicked through to Rumours. “Yeah,” she murmured, “but it’s overplayed…” 

“Oh, please,” Harry scoffed. 

“Really, though, I hear it so much it’s lost its charm,” Olivia insisted, but she was giving a pretty passionate air drum impression, so her point was lost. Harry grinned, glancing at her before looking back at the road. “Should’ve gone into drumming. Would’ve given Sarah some competition.” 

“Bet your ass I would have,” Olivia told him, and they both shouted the chorus as it played. Olivia collapsed in a fit of giggles as she completely messed up the lyrics and told him, “Wouldn’t have happened if you’d let me pick.” 

Harry rolled his eyes. “You know the words, Liv. You’re awful at pretending, love.” 

“No, I don’t!” Olivia exclaimed. “Swear to God, Styles - your choice in music just sucks. Our karaoke would have been so much better if you’d just let me pick.” Harry grinned, shaking his head. “That logic makes zero sense.”

“Logic is logic,” Olivia said with a shrug. 

“‘s not logic,” Harry replied, “it’s nonsense. My bad.” 

“You’re right. Your bad. Should let me pick the next song to make up for it.” 

Harry shook his head, turning up the music as Second Hand News came on. “Very clever, Liv, but not today.” Olivia sighed, mumbling along with the song reluctantly as Harry screamed his lungs out. 

She was grinning by the end of the song, peering out the window as the scenery flashed by and the music blasted. Harry smiled, and held her hand, and she laughed and called him a sap but kept their hands intertwined until they got back to the hotel. 

                                          *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

St. Jakobshalle was a success. Nerves had set in about playing Anna and Medicine for the first time, but both seemed to go over well with the fans. The crowd was spectacular, Olivia was golden, the show was fantastic.

He was on more of a high than ever after the curtain dropped, and drinks with the band and crew were in proper order, so Harry went out and had a ball. He danced and laughed and had the time of his life, thankfully without getting too pissed. 

It was a little after one am when the car came around to pick them up, and Harry was about to get into the car with the others when Olivia tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey,” she said, “can we talk?” Harry nodded, telling the others he’d meet them at the hotel before following Olivia out the back and into the labyrinth of streets. 

She grinned at him after a second, nudging his shoulder with hers. “Brilliant show, huh?” 

“Brilliant,” Harry agreed, stealing a kiss. She giggled, grabbing his hand and swinging it between them as they walked. There was another beat of silence, and Harry cleared his throat. “This is… very pleasant, Liv, but, erm - anything in particular you wanted to talk about?” 

“So glad you asked,” she said, just as they turned a corner, and Harry’s breath caught as he took in the scene in front of him. They’d come onto a little cobblestone street bordering the river - the Rhine, Harry was fairly certain - where a little stone bridge crossed the crystal blue water. There were small lanterns dotting strings between trees, and the moon was bright in the sky, surrounded by stars blinking at him cheerfully. 

“Wow,” Harry murmured. 

They walked up to the bridge, stopping just in the middle to look over the water to the horizon in the distance. Huge, castle-like houses dotted the hillsides, and there was a brightly lit Ferris wheel just visible behind a tower. Lights sparkled from inside houses and from the amusement park under the Ferris wheel, glittering like the stars peppering the inky night sky above them. 

“It’s beautiful,” Harry said quietly. 

“Yeah,” Olivia whispered. 

“We’ll buy that house,” Harry told Olivia, pointing to a house on the water, “and come every summer.” The house was surrounded by a low stone wall and tufts of bright green trees, and painted a blue color that was bright even in the darkness. Dozens of windows were lit bright yellow, and smoke curled from its chimneys. 

“We could fit both our families combined in that thing,” Olivia said, laughing a bit. 

“We should. Or the band. Fancy a writing retreat here for three months?” 

Olivia giggled, nudging his shoulder. “Reckon I do fancy a writing retreat,” she said, mocking his accent, and Harry rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Christ,” he murmured with a grin. There was a beat of silence, and then Olivia cleared her throat. 

“Hey, Harry?” she said softly. 

“Hm?” 

She smiled, stepping up on her tiptoes, and with her lips just centimetres from his, she whispered, “I love you, too.” She leaned forward, just a bit, and kissed him. And even though the sky was dark and the sun was nowhere to be seen, at that moment, everything was golden. 

                                          *✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*                                          

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[scummy-writes]

RFA+V+Saeran Reacts to MC’s Strange Music Tastes

AKA Mc has complete and utter shit taste in music and they must suffer along with her (*゜▽゜ノノ゛☆ (This is so silly I’m so sorry)

Zen

- While you were cleaning, you had decided to put on your favorite musical (sans Zen) and wash the dishes.

- I mean, there wasn’t a lot, but it gave you an excuse for being so slow with them

- Of course, as cheesy as the musical was, you found yourself singing along the best you could, despite the language barriers

- And of course, while you were attempting to belt out both lines to the duet, Zen decided to come home

- At first he was extremely confused. Was that English? Did you know English? Why didn’t you ever mention that! That was so impressive!

- But once he notices you have no idea he’s there, and you’re singing your heart out, he slowly steps up behind you, peering at the….weird musical on your laptop.

- “Babe, if you wanted to sing a duet, you could have told me.”

- You jumped, having water and suds splash back at you, as Zen chuckled and apologizes.

- “Ah, sorry babe, I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you watching though?”

- With a very red (and soapy face) you explain your love of this musical’s soundtrack, even though it’s… Not on the great side.

- But the moment you admit its a favorite of yours, he’s talking about a movie night and that the two of you could probably watch it tonight.

- (God, Zen, Please no)

- Honestly, when the two of you did manage to watch it, he didn’t tease you too much for loving the songs due to how embarrassed you were

- I mean…He’s definitely sung worse.

Jumin

- After a long and annoying workday, he often found it comforting to see you and Elizabeth 3rd bonding.

- But coming home to a speaker system blaring god awful noise, and Elizabeth 3rd in your arms as you rocked your hips in time with the music, was not exactly what he found comforting.

- After taking a moment to find the stereo remote and quickly turning it down, he took a deep breath before speaking.

- “Mc. What are you doing to Elizabeth 3rd.” His voice was so monotone you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

- “I, uh, was just dancing with her to some music. She’s okay, see?”

- You turned to face him, showing how lazily Elizabeth 3rd was curled in your arms.

- It didn’t stop him from slowly taking her out of your grasp and holding her close.

- “That was music?”

- “Uhm….Yes…Electro kinda swing music.” Embarrassed already, you turned to go cut the stereo off completely, trying to avoid his gaze.

- Of course that didn’t stop his questions

- He went on and on. What was Electric Swing? Why did it sound like his phone was dropping a call with someone in an old records store? What was the weird slang?

- After spending around an hour showing him examples, why you were listening to it, explaining to him how he could use urban dictionary for most slang questions, he finally let the subject drop for a bit.

- “Do a lot of people listen to this type of music?”

- “Not really, I just have shit taste in music, honestly.”

- Catching on that you feel a bit embarrassed, he decided to clear his throat.

- “Well, I rather….Like it.” (He did not) “It’s….unique.”

- “Jumin, you don’t have to lie-”

- “No, no, teach me how to dance in tune with this. You were dancing with Elizabeth 3rd, and I will admit I was a bit jealous.”

- This dork. But… At least he was willing to at least pretend he liked it, and not tease you.

Seven

- So, Seven was busy working. Usually when he was in so deep into his work, you could literally say or do anything and he wouldn’t notice. And hey, you had listened to music before when he was like this. Why not listen to the one song that had been stuck in your head all day?

- You loaded up your playlist, took another look at him as you started up your music. When he didn’t react whatsoever, you popped up your internet browser and started to goof around offline, enjoying your music.

- You zoned out pretty quickly, not paying attention as it switched to a very perverse song, and Seven finally perking up from his own computer screen.”

- “….Mc, what are you listening to?”

- “Hm?” You refocused on the lyrics, recognizing one of your japanese songs playing. You cringed a bit, not realising the language change to hide from Seven, but, oh well. “It’s just a silly song.”

- “….A silly song about prostitutes?”

- You felt the color drain from your face. “You know what it was saying?”

- “You really think out of all the languages I’ve learned, japanese wouldn’t be on that list?” He smirked as you groaned and covered your face. “So, uh, were you in the mood? Were you wanting to try those things she was saying? Like makin-”

- “Don’tyoufuckingdare.”

- He busted out laughing, getting out of his computer chair to walk over and ruffle your hair. 

- “But I mean, seriously, are you in the mood because…”

- “…Okay, fine.”

Yoosung

- Okay, so Yoosung probably has the same amount of shit taste of music as you do. At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you finally bring over some of your games to play at his house.

- You told him you loved shooters, scary games, or just basically anything with a good story plot.

- But…You hadn’t told him about your love for a certain music game yet.

- Once you two were all settled in his room with gaming drinks and snacks, you let out a deep breath.

- “Yoosung….Please don’t judge me for this.”

- ???

- You turned on the game, a certain popular computer idol filling the screen in such a cute pose. You expected him to laugh at you, to wiggle around uncomfortably trying to figure out if you were a ‘real’ gamer or not.

- But he just let out a little chuckle.

- “Mc, why would I judge you for that? A lot of my friends play some of her games. They like her music, too! I guess that goes without saying…”

- You looked at him in shock. “What!?”

- “Yeah, I kinda wanted to play it too. Will you show me?”

- Oh my god, you loved this man.

Jaehee

- When you two closed the cafe down at night, you would start a playlist the two for you set up filled with your favorite chore songs and start cleaning. It helped speed things up, and helped the two of you have a few cute moments.

- She would hum along with some of Zen’s songs, or other songs from musicals. If you starting signing along, she would slowly join you, both of you giggling afterwards.

- It wasn’t often a song of yours popped up, mainly due to the fact you wanted to try and hear her sing as much as possible, but tonight one of your favorites popped on and you didn’t have the heart to skip it.

- So soon, as the slow music started playing, you steadily stopped sweeping, swaying side to side with the broom in your hand.

- Jaehee tried to hide her laugh as she watched, failing a bit. “Mc, what are you doing?”

- “I love this song soo much, it’s so relaxing.”

- She listened to the lyrics, some strange japanese tinted broken english, and was lucky she was able to understand it. Lingering affects of working with such a huge business, even though she hadn’t had to use english in a while.

- But you put your broom aside and held your arms out to her.

- “I know it’s silly, but dance with me, please? I’ve always wanted to dance with someone to this song.”

- Aaaaa, you were making her face so red.

- She walked over, letting you wrap your arms around her and sway to the music. Slowly she did the same, resting her head on yours and letting her shoulders drop a bit.

- Even though it was a strange song…. It was nice being able to do this with you, especially if it made you happy.

V

- Usually when he came home, he was used to you being somewhere in the living room, since it was connected to the front door. 

- I mean it’s not like he absolutely needed your help, but it was always sweet walking up and hearing you hop off the couch to hug him and subtly try to guide him where he needed to go

- Instead, he was greeted by some solemn sounding music coming from the bedroom. After a bit of of navigating, he made it in, the music nearly blasting.

- As the crescendo lowered, he spoke up a bit.

- “Mc?”

- “I’m laying on the bed.”

- He nodded, finding a spot where the bed didn’t dip too much and sat down, happy he managed to sit beside you but a safe distance.

- He listened to the music pick up again, a male voice sounding low and grief stricken. Due to being overseas and picking up some english, he recognized some words, but not all.

- “Mc, what is this?”

- “It’s like…A novel, but an album? Each song tells a continuous story, but it’s so… I don’t know. Sad, but good?”

- “Are you feeling okay?”

- “…A bit. I don’t know.”

-  He took off his glasses, placing them in his shirt pocket and carefully laying down. Once his hand found yours, he managed to pull you to him, encouraging you to snuggle up.

- “Do you want me to listen to this with you?”

- “…Yeah.”

- He didn’t understand the lyrics fully, or why you were wanting to listen to something sad, but he just kissed your forehead and let you zone out to the music.

- Later on, when he found out that album helped you become more creative, he was wanting you to explain and translate a bit of it for him on the off chance it would inspire him as well.

Saeran

- You were a bit ashamed of your music tastes around him, especially since he wasn’t afraid to tell you if something you liked was ridiculous or not (to him, at least), but he managed to find out anyway.

- You were just picking up a bit since the two of you still lived with Seven and the house was horrible, and you were humming along with your music blasting from your headphones. Since it was loud, and you were more focused on cleaning in time with the music, you didn’t notice Saeran had been trying to talk to you.

- Until he yanked out your earbud.

- You yelped, even though it didn’t hurt too much, and turned to scold at him, but he spoke before you could.

- “How many times do I have to tell you to let him clean up his own mess? He won’t learn otherwise,” He paused for a moment, hearing the music coming from the earbud in his hand. “What kind of emo shit is this?”

- You frowned, yanking the earbud back away from him. “Don’t try to act like you don’t listen to this kind of music!”

- “I did when I was younger, and now I’m an adult, Mc. Something you’re apparently not.”

- Ooooho! That jerk. You cut off your mp3, bringing out your phone instead.

- “Don’t try to hide it!”

- “I’m not hiding anything, Mc.”

- Your fingers typed away on your phone, searching for a song you knew he couldn’t argue against.

- “…What are you doing?”

- You smiled as you found good audio of the song, pressing play and turning the volume up. He looked confused, until a certain G note rang out, and he instantly looked furious.

- “Don’t you play that shit, cut it off. “

- “Nope~!”

- “Mc, I swear to fucking god-”

- The vocals started, and you sang along with them, causing him to start stomping out of the room. But, you followed him anyway, making him yell at you more.

- “I will ruin your phone if you keep this up!”

- “Apologize, then I’ll cut it off!”

- The only thing stopping your argument was Seven coming home, and him even laughing at your music choices.

- You just couldn’t win with either of them.

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[rktaeyong]

@yutark:

( sms » my everything ♡ ) → happy valentines day, baby~ → ( vid234_140219.mp4, press play! )

▶ ( ‘ – it’s late, darkness surrounding yuta as he closes the door to the bedroom behind him and huffs out a breath. his hair is still a mess from training, tiredness lingering in his gaze and the collar of his shirt crooked. a grin broadening on his lips as he adjusts the camera, flickering on the lights. ) “baby, i’m home.” ( ‘ – he knows it’s cheesy, but he might have missed coming home from training and finding taeyong there. waiting for him, sometimes half awake and sometimes asleep. the tiredness softening all of his features. the memory of eliciting a soft laugh, as he makes his way around the room. his bags dropped aside in one place, and averting his gaze as he nudges some dirty clothes out of the way on the floor. ) “it’s valentines day today, since…” ( ‘ – he squints at the phone, studying the time. ) “one hour, and… forty three minutes ago.” ( ‘ – the tip of his tongue runs over his bottom lip, and he hums. ) “the whole trip home. i was thinking of what i was going to say, or how i wanted to get home quickly to call you. but i thought this would make you weak for me more.” ( ‘ – even with exhaustion dampening his voice, yuta speaks with a teasing tone and combs his empty hand through his hair. the childish wiggle of his head as he moves to place the phone on the top of the dresser. a couple adjustments made to set it into place, and then he inches back. his fingers curled into the hem of his shirt, and it’s stripped over his head; the fabric straightened out then tossed aside and his fingers messily going through his hair again. ) “this is the part of my day where i think of you most..” 

( ‘ – there’s another squint, checking the phone was still in place and then his chest deflating. the sudden confession made him miss his boyfriend more, and he brought his thumb up to his teeth, stepping nearly out of view to grab another shirt to sleep in his tugging that over his head. one hand flattening it out down his front as he centers himself back in the video. ) “i know this video isn’t, romantic. but, i thought you’d like it.” ( ‘ – he scratches the side of his neck. ) “you can watch this and pretend that you’re here with me, you’re watching me get ready for bed after training, and..  about to crawl into bed with you. i’m even going to sing you to sleep.” ( ‘ – the last part added with a grin, as if that were the selling point of this whole adventure. and he comes closer to the camera once more, lifting his hand up to cup it around his mouth and whisper. his voice lowering softly. ) “next time, i’ll do a dirty video for you. okay?” ( ‘ – a playfulness clicks in his tongue, inching back and then smiling once more. ) “no peeking while i change. i know how much you like to look at my body.” ( ‘ – there’s a shuffling noise, ending the video. )

( sms » my everything ♡ ) → ( vid235_140219.mp4, press play! ) 

▶ ( ‘ – this once starts in a dim glow, rested sideways, with yuta’s face looking more awake, but his eyes more tired. the pillow of the bed rested under him, and a smile rising on his lips as he adjusted the view to show the grey bundle of fur coiled up against his stomach. the cat purring loudly when he draws the camera closer and then lifts it back up again. ) “our baby is sleeping here. he has claimed this spot as his own. you’ll have to sleep around him. he won’t move, ever.” ( ‘ – he shifts his weight, already being clawed into by the cat and then chuckling to himself. slowly moving to settle the phone next to him. there’s was a twinge of embarrassment, and he knew he’d never want to watch this videos back. his head rested on his arm, extending it out. ) “i was trying to work out what song to sing you while i brushed my teeth. and i worked it out. but i’m going to turn off the lights. i don’t want you to see my face when i do it.” ( ‘ – there’s a shudder of laughter, yuta placing the phone down onto the pillow next to him and leaving it to stare up at the roof of his bed for seconds; until the light flickers off. the sound of shuffling increasing, until there’s the quiet sound of his breath and the dim glow of the phone light on some of his features appearing. ) “ready? are you listening? can you hear me?”

( ‘ – after one more chuckle, yuta exhales out loudly and even if taeyong can’t see it, his smile is resting on his lips. the english song is one he’d heard plenty, on advertisements and in movies, and he thought that it would be cheesy enough to make taeyong realise the effort he was putting in there. how deeply taeyong had a hold on him. ) “you are my sunshine. my only sunshine. you make me happy, when skies are grey – you know this song, right?” ( ‘ – he might have momentarily lost his nerve, knowing his singing voice was hardly on par with the other trainees or idols that were around his boyfriend. the soft drum of his fingers, the huff of a sigh and another shuffle as he moves. his voice lowering, the darkness making him more tired and part purposefully. he wanted taeyong to feel like he was there, he was whispering the lyrics into his ear as they cuddled in bed. ) “you are my sunshine, my only sunshine. you make me happy, when skies are grey. you never know dear, how much i love you. please, don’t take my sunshine away.” ( ‘ – it’s hard not to pause, to stifle the laugh into his hand. ) “that’s all i know, but i did sing. okay? i didn’t lie.” ( ‘ – the childish insistence is in his voice, rises and falls swiftly. yuta quiet for a moment, before he speaks again. )

“i love you, taeyongie. i’m right here. okay? always.”

it’s a rare moment that taeyong is actually awake at this hour -- normally, his night routine after coming home from a long and hard day of schedules is to wash his face, put on a face mask, text his boyfriend, and go to sleep, with small snacks and perhaps a movie or an episode of some variety show sprinkled in between. sometimes, he falls asleep on the couch in the living room, much to the amusement of some of the other members -- even his manager lets out a laugh with a wistful sigh sometimes when taeyong’s out there, knocked out with a bag of chips half-eaten laid across his lap and his mouth agape. when that happens, there’s usually a tap on his shoulder that lets him know that he should go to his bed instead.

and that all happens prior to 1am -- sometimes even midnight. but tonight is somehow different -- and when taeyong realizes the reason why he’s still up, he laughs at himself. perhaps it’s his body’s innate want to stay up until yuta does some crazy antic for valentine’s day.

he fondly remembers last valentine’s day -- and how much fun they had together. it brings a blush to his face as he stares at his phone screen vacantly, the bluish hue of the television screen illuminating the darkness of the living room. his legs are crossed on the cushions, and a blanket envelopes his frame around his lithe shoulders. just to make sure he’s not being watched from behind or anything, he decides to shield himself completely in the blanket, plugging in some earphones as he lays down just in case yuta decides to send some videos or something.

his phone stirs in his fingertips, and he immediately is taken out of space, reading the message and automatically typing back a sweet little response.

( sms _ 영원한 사랑 ❤︎ ) → happy valentine’s day to u too, yuta ❤︎ → hm? what are these videos?

and indeed, there are videos meant to be played. when he presses play, taeyong’s immediately taken aback at really how gorgeous yuta is just living his everyday life. he’s seen yuta at his most glamorous, all done up in a suit for formal events, his hair swept back cleanly. that’s all fine, but taeyong thinks he prefers this side -- the more natural side of yuta, the side where he’s a bit softer around the edges, where he looks like he can just envelope his arms around him and bask in how comforting being in his arms would be. his slightly messy locks look perfect in taeyong’s opinion -- everything about yuta looks perfect, seemingly always. it’s ethereal -- that’s the word he’s looking for.

taeyong hates how much he’s fallen for yuta. not at all hate in the normal sense of the word, but more in a figurative, sarcastic sense -- of course he doesn’t hate being in love. he just hates how he’s so affected by a simple drag of teeth across a bottom lip, how a low, teasing voice can make him shiver. he especially hates how yuta is so unabashedly bold, what with his shirt already off and speaking in such a suggestive tone that it drives taeyong mad. this part, he expects -- the sultry, sexy, overtly sexual yuta. he doesn’t mind it, of course, but he expects it.

what he doesn’t expect is the next video starting off with a view of both yuta and their kitten, which almost makes taeyong sob right then and there. he smiles as he listens to yuta talk -- he swears he can listen to him talk his sweet talk for ages. he raises his eyebrow up, waiting for yuta’s singing voice to come through -- with you are my sunshine, out of all the songs. his smile is immediately back on his face, and he doesn’t even realize that tears have fallen down his cheeks until he rubs at his face. his boyfriend’s voice sounds so soft and supple, in contrast to how rugged and rough he sounds when he raps. it’s something that taeyong’s never really heard from yuta, and it makes something inside of him pull and push at his heartstrings.

taeyong decides to send a video back -- it’s the least he could do for yuta. so he retreats into the bathroom, locks the door, and starts to record himself, perching his phone against where the sink meets the wall. “hi, yuta. i don’t know if you can tell, but the videos you sent me made me cry. well, more so the second one, because the first one was...” he trails off and smiles to himself, a red tinge on his cheeks, “i can’t believe how rude you are, that’s all i have to say about the first one -- anyways, i just wanted to send a video back saying... that i’m all yours. i’ve always been yours, and i always will be yours. i realized while watching that video how much i truly love you, and i just... i can’t stop thinking about you. all the time, everyday. i really, really love you, yuta nakamoto -- somehow you’ve stolen away with my heart, but i really don’t want it back, because it’s always been yours to keep.” he nods to himself, a sweet, soft smile on his face as his eyes glisten in the fluorescent lights.

“i love you -- you’ve really made me so happy. happy valentine’s day!”

#& VDAY2019 ; #yutark #( this a LONG BOI ) #( but cries at the cute !!!! ) #submission