#maybe ju yang knows what he's talking about

[fengqingtrashgolbin]

Mu Qing: I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve been so nauseous lately

Fen Xin, seriously: Maybe you’re pregnant

*they sit there in silence for a moment*

Mu Qing: I don’t know who’s the bigger idiot. You for suggesting that, or me because I almost had a panic attack

#who know maybe with all that ju yang bullshit #you got fucked by the god of fertility mu qing #maybe ju yang knows what he's talking about #fengqing #tgcf #heaven officials blessing #mxtx tgcf #incorrect tgcf #feng xin #ju yang #mu qing

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁*𝐓𝐂𝐇 ; 𝐆𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐕𝐈. 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

summary: it's a hard day... and a hard day's night.

word count: 3.780k

tw: boxing, fight, blood, badly written emotions (please reassure me that it's not as bad as i think it is)

author's note: it's 3am but i couldn't rest until i post this sooo here we are uwu

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 playlist!! 

walking to the bookstore, y/n talked with her boss on her phone so she could switch her shift today with somebody else. she also thought about her chances and possibilities. she got a second chance (or rather hyeon-ju got it from her), she’s gonna talk through it. and if it’s successful, then she’s going with them, and if it blows, then… she’s gonna use yang-jung’s and doo-young’s help. it’s always another way, isn't it? and with gun-woo… shit, they’re gonna figure it out. 

when she turned into the street, she already saw gun-woo. picking the earphones out from her ear, she smiled as she got there. when they got in front of each other, y/n initiated a hug. please accept it, please accept it and don’t push me away, she thought, but when gun-woo wrapped his arms around her too, she felt relief.

“y/n, was work alright?” work? oh, yeah… y/n nodded. 

“yeah, i talked with him about switching my shift tonight, he was alright with that.” she answered. before she could go in, gun-woo seemed to take a deep breath. “what, do you wanna say something, gun-woo?” 

gun-woo looked at her, then sighing a short breath, he shook his head. 

“no, i… i don’t. let’s go get there, hyeon-ju is waiting for you.” 

“is everything alright?” y/n asked. “like, did hyeon-ju forgive the two of you?” 

“yeah, she did. but sir choi, her granddad was here. he said that he’s disappointed in her, but then one word led to another, and he told me and woo-jin to go home. then, we ate… and that’s all.” 

“oh…” y/n muttered. “he probably isn't happy that we get ourselves into danger. but until nobody, not even the police does something, we should call this progress, too.” maybe she should tell yang-jung and doo-young what they plan. 

y/n nodded, following him, but then he slowed down so they walked beside each other. 

“are you nervous?” 

“a little bit. but it’s gonna be okay. see, gun-woo… if this doesn’t work out, can we… so, can we keep the contact? i know work is work, but you… and woo-jin, “she added hurriedly, didn’t want to reveal her real thoughts, “, i think we became good friends for a short time.”

gun-woo nodded. 

“of course, y/n! i was thinking about the same thing. but you and hyeon-ju are going to talk through this, so you're gonna stay with us. i guess she’s thinking the same way, you seem good, and the more we are, the better.” 

“i hope it, too.” y/n sighed as they entered the bookstore. hyeon-ju and woo-jin were there, and suddenly a pregnant weight laid on the room as y/n looked at hyeon-ju. okay, just be calm and collected. don’t lose your mind because of a few words. she probably doesn’t really thinks what she says, y/n said to herself. 

“please sit down, y/n.” she did as hyeon-ju told, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

“i heard you want to talk with me. about what?” y/n asked, looking and gun-woo, then back to the other girl. hyeon-ju’s face was serious. 

“i am sorry for what happened yesterday. i said things hastily and thoughtlessly.” she said. y/n lifted her eyebrows, like ‘that’s all?’ but yeah, that seemed to be all. for a girl like hyeon-ju, it got to be taken as an apology, and a process for their future. 

“apology accepted.” although i don’t believe it, she added, but only to herself. 

“i called for you because i have a new plan. we stalk yang jae-myeong again, but this time, it’s gotta be more careful. i drive the three of you at midnight, anywhere where they go. is this alright with you?” 

y/n looked at woo-jin and gun-woo again. they both smiled a little, encouraging her to participate. nodding, y/n looked at her again. 

“it’s okay. i just ask for some preparation time. i’m hungry, and a coffee could do good to me.” 

“okay, we planned to start at night. be here at ten, as far as i know, yang jae-myeong’s gang doesn’t make a move before sunset.” y/n nodded at hyeon-ju’s words. 

“i’m going to get some food. gun-woo said that you already ate, so…”

“i can go with you.” the said boy stood up. “if yang jae-myeong knows that someone is following them, we are stronger together. nevertheless it’s daylight or not.” 

woo-jin and hyeon-ju nodded, making y/n gulp. she would lie if she said that her heartbeat didn’t increase, and she hoped that the warmness doesn’t manifest as redness on her cheeks. 

“well, then… we’ll be there at ten, or sooner. probably sooner.” she said, standing up. gun-woo kept the door open as she stepped out, walking out from the bookstore. they’re going, together! can they mean this as a date? not an original date, but still, going out together. 

“it was easier than i thought.” she said as they walked on the fresh aired streets. 

“yeah, me too.” gun-woo sighed. 

“what do you mean?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. 

“i just mean that you and hyeon-ju are also stubborn. maybe hyeon-ju is more, but still, i thought that the two of you were gonna fight again.” 

“do i really seem that headstrong? damn, i thought i softened through the years i spent in the bar… nevertheless, this conversation was good as it was; short, and direct. sometimes it’s all that’s needed.” y/n shrugged her shoulders. “do you drink coffee? we can eat something small.” 

“you should eat more, you barely eat some pieces of vegetables in the morning. it’s gonna be a long night.” gun-woo offered, pointing to a restaurant. “we were there with woo-jin, that’s a good place! it has meat as good as steak.” 

“you really like steak, don’t you? if i get my salary, maybe we can go and eat some. my boss is fumbling with my bonus and raise anyway.” she replied, making gun-woo shake his head. 

“no, don’t do that! i don’t want to take your money away.” 

“hush, i’d probably spend it on some useless things. eating some good food is the real good thing, mainly if you are with good company. i don’t know if i said this earlier, but i didn’t have a good company… or any company at all.” she said as they entered the restaurant. sitting down, gun-woo took off his jacket. 

“i'm gonna bring meat. we can grill it here, is it okay with you?” 

“of course, can you pick some kimchi too? and soy sauce, i really like soy sauce.” y/n added, getting comfortable in her seat. 

y/n and gun-woo talked about many things while eating, gun-woo told her about his childhood, the time when he was in the military, and when he was working at any place he could. 

“we aren’t the richest family, but i wanted to do anything i could. but boxing, boxing was always there in my life, it was something that i didn’t ever stop doing.” 

“i feel you, gun-woo. when my father… well, when he died, the gym i trained in regularly was my safe haven. it was just me, my anger and my pain. people like me… like us, as far as i know, have something that’s consistent. a feeling, a thought, a purpose, anything. what brought you to the training everyday?” 

“to protect others. and to get as strong as i can.”

“nice purpose. mine is terminated, ending with one big event. but i don’t know when that event is gonna happen, so it’s quite funny.” 

“why, what’s your purpose?” 

“to avenge my father’s death. sure, it wasn’t that strong, but since the three of you emerged, i got a little eager. it’s not an everyday offer what the three of you did for so long, that’s why i try to keep up with you as long as i can. and in the end, maybe i’m gonna succeed.” 

“i’m sure we're gonna succeed. your family doesn’t have to worry about your father’s memory. and you too shouldn’t worry about it.”

“thanks, gun-woo.”

“no need to. and… i know that this may not be the right time to ask something like this, but since you asked that we could keep in contact, i…”

“you…?” y/n asked, hoping that gun-woo’s gonna say the words she wanted to hear in that exact moment. 

“...i’m not professional with this, and i’m not good with words either. however, i have to take this risk before something happens. so, y/n, would you like to go on a date with me?” 

“what?” y/n whispered, not believing what he said. he really… like really likes her? with an attitude like hers? with a life like hers? gun-woo looked at her, waiting for her reaction. sitting in silence, y/n’s brain had to process the information.

“i mean, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. and we can stay good friends, i just felt the need… to tell you this.”

“no, no, of course i want to go on a date with you!” y/n protested, silencing when she noticed how loud she was, and the old waitress lady looked at her too. “it’s just that… i never thought you'd ask this. but i’d like to go, of course i’d like to!”

“that’s wonderful! i mean, i’m glad that you feel the same way. i’m not good at relationships, and i don’t have many fine clothes, and i didn’t wear them until now, but to dress in if we go out…  for you, i’d do it. and i’d buy new ones.” he looked so determined, y/n wanted to kiss him. 

his words made y/n blush, bumping his hand to stop him somehow. she wasn’t sick of this, she was just too embarrassed, but in a good way. it was the best thing a guy ever told her was that ‘don’t worry, i never want to get you pregnant, so we always gonna use protection’ (they were seventeen for fuck’s sake), or ‘baby, i’d always choose you over the drugs. i’m gonna throw it all out, but please, don’t call my parents, or my boss’ (she broke up with him in the detox, and he probably didn’t even realize the whole thing from the medicines). her love life surely wasn’t a success story, but maybe, this was her chance. and she’s gonna take it, but first, she needs to calm down the too eager boy in front of her. 

“no, gun-woo… you don’t have to do that. i don’t value that much.” 

“woah, you’re so silly. don’t say this.” gun-woo cut her off, making her ogling her eyes. 

“what? stop saying i’m silly!” 

“no, i won’t stop saying it. you are worth that much, and i want to do it the proper way.” 

in the proper way? y/n didn’t understand this. probably she never dated the proper way. 

“okay, well… if you want it in the proper way… we'll do it in the proper way.” y/n smiled, reaching out her hand to hold gun-woo’s. gun-woo snickered a little, “what?” she asked. 

“it’s just… it was so easy, like not that i mind it, but… you know, i thought you don’t want to go out with me. that you like guys who're like woo-jin.” 

“like woo-jin? like, the bad guy type? or what?” 

“yeah… probably?” gun-woo tilted his head, making y/n laugh, looking into his eyes. she tried not to tear up from the happiness that came to her today. she felt herself sensitive, but maybe, with gun-woo, it was okay. he could handle it, not like many others in her life. they never seemed to understand her, and they only looked out for themselves. 

“then don’t worry, gun-woo. i had bad guys in my life, but… maybe it’s time for some good. thank you.” she whispered, holding with either of her hands gun-woo’s one, kneading a little bit with the tips of her fingers. gun-woo’s lips widened into a smile, and y/n fell in love with his cute tooth. how could someone be this perfect? 

“eat some more, y/n. you barely touched your food.” 

“okay, okay, i can’t be sentimental for a moment?” y/n replied smirking, taking a bite from the meat, sighing and rolling her eyes. she felt every fiber melting on her tongue, spreading a delicious taste in her whole mouth. “it’s the most wonderful meat i’ve ever eaten! you worked at that barbecue place for a reason! they better gave you a raise.”

“i’m glad it’s delicious.” gun-woo’s lips were so pink. y/n was happy that now, she could think about these things without guilt. 

“why didn’t you tell me this earlier? next time you're gonna cook breakfast or dinner, and i’m gonna be the sous chef.” she said, biting and chewing on another nibble. 

little did y/n and gun-woo know that the night brings something new. something harsh and cruel. something they didn’t count on. 

[ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 ]

night again, stalking yang jae-myeong and his gang again. y/n’s thoughts ticked around the fact that yang jae-myeong knew that someone was following him –so what if they prepared something for them? gun-woo sat beside her, and if he didn’t hear the cogs ticking in her brain, he could clearly see that she was deep in her thoughts. 

“what’s the matter, y/n?” he asked, making her sigh, shaking her head. 

“yeah, it’s just… the whole thing. i hope everything will be fine.”

“don’t worry, y/n, if we get into trouble, we’ll kick, punch and fight ourselves out of the situation!” woo-jin leaned back, grinning, sitting on the passenger seat beside hyeon-ju. y/n smiled a little, gun-woo touched her hand. 

“everything will be alright. we go down there, we stalk and then hyeon-ju picks us up.” 

“yeah, sure.” y/n gulped, accepting gun-woo’s hand as they got out of the car. walking down on the stairs to the subway, y/n adjusted the mask on her face. she couldn’t even get a deep breath in this crappy mask, she’ll rip it down from her face as soon as the pandemic is over. 

but really, y/n’s hunches were real. she got more and more worried at every step, but she couldn’t tell the two guys to go home and end the mission before it could even get started. gun-woo peeked out from behind the wall, but he withdrew as soon as he could. 

“come on out!” y/n looked at woo-jin. this was enough for her to complete the information that they were fucked. even a hundred bad men waited for them down there, or they would come. or worse. woo-jin looked at y/n, signing her something she couldn’t understand, but from the last hand movements, she could read that ‘stay behind’. “i know you’re there, so hurry up and show yourselves, fuckers! come out, you son of a bitch! are you playing hide and seek? motherfuckers…” gun-woo and woo-jin stepped out from behind the wall. “you bitch, come too! you think i didn’t see you yesterday? yes, behind the wall! do you think i’ll spare these guys if you are here? don’t get your hopes high!” 

despite woo-jin’s stare, y/n sighed and followed the two before her. she knew that it’s gonna be a hard night. at first she heard footsteps from above them, and she thought that someone was just passing on the streets, but as soon as she heard some metal clinking to the barriers, she closed her eyes, sighing. she felt in danger, and felt really anxious. those were metal bats, and she saw them enough times when she was little. one brother of her friends’ was beaten up by it, and the bruises were there for weeks, even. she lost count of the boots that were stepping down to them, and thought about chances. sure, she could bear some beats if it were two or three of them, but smile capital surely didn’t send only two or three men. should she message doo-young or yang-jung? but he had a pregnant wife at home… but y/n was in life danger… but she could be in life danger too, pregnancy is dangerous… yang-jung was probably doing something by not calling her all day, but… maybe he would come and rescue them? the more worry she thought about, the less time she got for seeking help. it’s useless anyway, y/n thought as she forced herself to forget her phone. looking at gun-woo, he stepped beside her as the soldiers surrounded them. 

“don’t worry, y/n, i’ll protect you.” gun-woo said, but y/n shook her head, putting up a fighting position. it was cute from him, and she appreciated it, but all those years’ exercises can’t go to the garbage, not now. 

“you don’t need to, you look out for yourself, and i look out for myself. they’re overpowering, and if we don’t look out, it can turn really serious.” at the end, she nearly had to shout because of the noises that got louder and louder. black uniformed men were everywhere, bats in their hands, while they had only their fists. y/n took off her mask, revealing her face and hair, but at the same time, she grit her teeth like a tiger before attacking its prey. 

they wanted to fight, they’re gonna get it. and we will punch, kick and fight out ourselves from any situation they got into, aren't we, woo-jin? 

breathing in and out, y/n clenched her fists, looking for the weak points on their body. it’s gonna be alright. she will get hurt, that’s sure, but she will survive. it’s only just a few scratches. like she survived the death of her family. just a few scratches. 

the fight was cruel. not because it was difficult –those men could only beat with their bats, she could lean or jump out of the way, but there were many, many soldiers. not to mention that her body was aching everywhere, not with sharp ache, but with dull, neverending ache. it was tiring, after beating one man down just to protect herself from another one, y/n prayed. please, be this the last one. or this. or this. she tried to look for gun-woo and woo-jin, but in the big ocean of black coats and metal bats, it was difficult to spot them, and she needed to look out for the incoming punches. but then, she noticed that someone was there too. someone new. taking down men from one by one. 

it was hyeon-ju. 

y/n striked back at the last man that seemed to attack her, rushing to hyeon-ju’s rescue. she had one man on her, shielding herself with him as others were trying to beat down on her own body. 

“girl, we needed you!” y/n yelled, knocking down one man with a bat she found on the ground, and she didn’t throw it away. if you throw away the weapon that saved your life once, you are dead, her father used to say this. so now, this metal bat was her patron saint. gun-woo and woo-jin came too, so they could take down the last few men. when it was over, y/n didn’t want to believe it. how long did they spend down here? hours? half an hour? to her, it seemed like all day long. she could think about seeking information from any man, but before she could move, gun-woo came into her eyesight, grabbing the sides of her face.

“are you alright, y/n?” he was breathing heavily, too. y/n nodded her head. 

“yeah, yeah, i’m fine.” 

“let’s go back”, woo-jin said, as they all hurried up the stairs. y/n ran as fast as she could despite her injuries, she never wanted to go down there, ever. 

hopping into the car, y/n’s all body ached. her neck, her shoulders, her spine, her waist, her legs… she didn’t got many bruise on her face, although the edge of her eyebrows got a scratch, and her lip was swollen, but all the other bruises waited her in the bathroom, were she and gun-woo went after getting to the bookstore. 

“could you please look at my back? it really hurts.” y/n whined as she tried to pull down her sweater. gun-woo grabbed her arms softly, making her look at him. 

“i’ll help you.” he said, and with cooperation, her top was peeled down. she heard gun-woo hiss,

“what? is it that bad?” she asked, a little bit scared. she can’t go to work like this. 

“you’ll need a cream for this. and maybe a bandage.” he lightly touched it, making her back shiver and sprouting goosebumps on her skin. 

“fuck…” y/n muttered, as she saw that her arms and chest was swollen too. purple, red, green, yellow… how could some of her bruises get green and yellow this soon? it will hurt, it will really hurt tomorrow. 

“don’t worry, we have some at home.” gun-woo tried to ease her worries. as y/n looked at him, his face was bleeding. how could she not notice it after the fight?

“wait, gun-woo. you have blood on your face”, she said as she got a towel under warm water from the tap. brushing away his hair, y/n tried to be as careful as possible, and when his face was clean, she accidentally touched the band aid, trying to bring down her hand. “i’m sorry… did they hurt it?” 

“no. do you… wanna see?” his voice was low and quiet. 

y/n shook her head, stroking it lightly. they were so close, they could easily kiss. not to mention that not only gun-woo’s face, but his body was also desirable, she wanted to stroke it all night as he slept, to ease the pain, and maybe to raise some desire in him. would it be evil? sure. but would it be wonderful? also sure. 

“no, not if you don’t want to show me.” 

she leaned closer, and gun-woo wasn’t pushing her away, or turning away. do you… want this as much as i want this? y/n could swore that this kiss could cure all her pain. she could already feel the soft lips on hers, just from looking at them, and the strong arms wrapping around her. as she turned her head, she was ready to embrace the feeling of their love, the relief of survival, and all his longing…

but then, his phone buzzed. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃.

author's note: i got to end it this way, don't be mad at me girliez

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[www-jungwon]

a frappuccino addict's guide to love

synopsis : jungwon is the cute regular at the cafe you work at. you wonder what he’s always typing about on his computer.

tw: mentions of drinks, swearing, yelling (in surprise)

wc: ~1k

notes: this is all over the place lol

–

It’s unfairly distracting, the way Jungwon sips his coffee. His fingers are way too pretty for you not to stare as he lifts the coffee cup, and his lips look so soft–

“No crushing on the customers!” Eunchae teases, and you snap out of your mildly creepy trance to glare at her. 

She just laughs, and when you turn to look back, Jungwon is typing away on his computer like he always does. He smiles, suddenly, leaning back into the same wooden chair he always sits in–

Eunchae fake-coughs super loudly, and you turn around, exasperated. 

“No one’s even he–” you trail off, making eye contact with a grumpy-looking woman standing in front of the counter.

You shuffle over to the cash register.

“Sorry about that. What can I get for you today?”

—

“Maybe he’s sick?” Eunchae suggests.

You both stare at the frappuccino, sitting untouched on the counter. 

You look out at the night through the glass cafe doors. 

“But he’s a Hot Coffee Shop Guy. Those aren’t supposed to get sick.” 

“I don’t know what to tell you.” Eunchae mumbles.

There’s a beat of silence, and then, “You’re probably right. He’s probably just sick or something.” You take the frappuccino and sip it.

Eunchae rolls her eyes. “You switch up so fast sometimes.”

But what she doesn’t know is that you’re smiling because you’re thinking about him, butterflies rushing around in your stomach.

—

If he is sick, it must be serious, because he’s been gone for 2 weeks. He hadn’t missed a day of your shift for 8 months, and now nothing.

“I hope everything’s okay,” you mutter to Eunchae. 

“Mhm,” she says, too engrossed in her book to listen to you. 

You grab the book and tug it out of her hands.

“I’m serious! I’m kind of worried about him. What are you reading that’s so important, anyway?”

She finally looks up. “Oh my god! It’s so good, it’s about this girl who’s a barista, and she writes her number on this hot customer’s coffee cup, oh yeah, he’s like a regular, and she has a crush on him, but anyway, one day she writes her number on the cup that she gives him and, well,” she trails off a bit, “that’s how far I’ve gotten.”

You scoff. “That sounds so cliche.” 

“It is! But, it’s like, good cliche, you know? Like a kdrama.” You look at the cover.

#1 New York Times Bestseller

a frappuccino addict’s guide to love

by Yang Ju-

“I have to know what happens next.” Eunchae pulls the book away from you.

“Hold on a second, Eunchae, what’s the author’s name?” You swear it looked familiar.

She sighs, dramatically closing the cover to look at it. “Yang Jungwon.” she states, eyebrows raised. “Now let me read my book in peace. We never get a lull in customers on Fridays.”

You freeze. That feeling of deja vu appears again. “Yang,” you pause, “Yang Jungwon?”

“Oh my god, yes, now will you please shut up?”

“Eunchae!” you yell. “That’s Hot Coffee Shop Guy’s name!”

There’s silence. 

“No way…” she whispers. “Is that-”

“why he was always typing on his computer!” you both yell.

Eunchae whips out her phone, and her mouth drops open in shock. She turns her phone around so you can see, and there, on google, is Hot Coffee Shop Guy.

“He’s famous!” she exclaims.

Your first thought is that he looks really good. He looks so happy in his author photo, his smile making you smile. 

And then you get sad, which feels stupid, because you only ever talked to him in a cafe while he was writing and you were working, but you miss him. You miss him because he would always smile at you when he came in, which may or may not have made you freak out internally, and sometimes he would leave little smiley faces on sticky notes with his tips. You miss him because sometimes he would sit at the counter and he would talk to you about his life, how it was his little sister’s birthday tomorrow, and how he had no idea what to get her (a book, maybe? Does she like to read?) You didn’t notice how he lit up when you mentioned books that day. You miss him because one time you were having a terrible day, and he told you everything was going to be okay, and then it was. You had a lot of terrible days, and he always made them better somehow. You miss him because he’s been in the cafe every day of your shift for a year, and his presence is comforting and familiar and reassuring. You miss him because you think maybe you were in love with him. 

—

“One grande cappuccino, please.” Ordering is that same grumpy woman from the day you zoned out because you were staring at Jungwon.

Jungwon…

“Of course,” you start to pour cappuccino roast into the cup, and it isn’t until you’re putting the lid on that you realize you put frappuccino roast into the cup instead, and what you’ve actually made is a frappuccino. “Shit,” you mutter, placing the cup on the counter so you can make the right order, when you hear the door open and then shut and people yelling and you look up and it’s Jungwon, walking into the cafe with sunglasses on, but you can still tell it’s him. And he smiles at you and you melt. 

“Yang Jungwon!” you hear, and then there are a lot more “Yang Jungwon!”s and “Oh my god, can I get your autograph?” and “I love your book so much!” and he’s in a crowd of people and you lose his eyes. 

You stare at the frappuccino cup, and the Sharpie in your hand, and you turn it so you can write your number on it. 

The crowd clears and he takes his coffee cup, leaving a tip with a smiley face on a sticky note. You accidentally brush it off the counter, and it flips over to reveal a note.

i missed you

-your favorite frappuccino addict

#jungwon x reader #jungwon fluff #jungwon imagines #jungwon drabbles #enhypen #enhypen x reader #jungwon

[feietouhuo]

ok i swear im not doin it for the memes but.....uranus

planet headcanons / questions separated by paragraph per question !

this   particular   planet   is   the   planet   of   sudden   inspiration   and   change,   so   how   does   your   muse   handle   unpredictable   changes   ?   how   do   they   handle   planned   and   known   changes   ?   what   about   inspiration   ?   do   they   do   whatever   inspires   them   in   that   moment,   or   is   their   inspiration   something   that   takes   time   to   develop   and   build   ?   what   makes   your   muse   special   ?   what   makes   them   different   and   eccentric,   if   they   are   ?   where   do   they   create   the   most   change   ?

he handles unpredictable change pretty okay, i think? he survived the fall of xianle & the push back into banishment without much of a notable change in character ... though, i guess you could argue his life didn’t actually change that much from one point to another. that’s another conversation for another day. but mu qing is a very “life happens” kind of person & will deal with it as it comes. he might get thrown off & be shaken, yet ultimately understands he needs to move on & survive. 

planned & known changes he takes extremely well. he isn’t caught off guard & he can start preparing for them way ahead. so that, when the changes do happen, they don’t touch or alter anything about his life or himself too much! 

hm, he doesn’t get much inspiration actually. the crown prince version of xie lian was definitely his inspiration in the past, but after that, i can’t really say much on it. if “inspiration” can be taken to just mean something that makes him complete an action, then the suffering of his friends HAHA that always gets him kicking. oh, & canonly, feng xin’s ju yang :) that inspires him too in many ways.

his inspiration is of the moment! a lot about mu qing is of the moment, he’s sort of uncontrollable in my opinion. unable (or maybe unwilling) to hold back or resist a strong motivation. he only holds himself back because of reputation reasons.

i’m going to be honest, i don’t ... really know what part of mu qing to call special. my immediate answer was his ambition, but wanting to ascend & prove yourself isn’t anything special. of course his skill is special ( one of a million ), but in the context of tgcf, it’s not a good answer either. hm, i’ll say his lack of resistance to change. i think, throughout the book, he’s been the most open to kind of discussing where he goes wrong & what his flaws are. like, he accepts hua cheng the quickest as xie lian’s source of happiness even if he was being annoying, an entirely new “openness” to himself in post-canon to the point that he can genuinely joke about brooms & sweeping himself, & is just overall not quite as stubborn or ... as dedicated to being static as the other characters.

as for different & eccentric, his entire gremlin energy as fu yao. his obsession with never shutting up or dampening his excited childish self when he teases feng xin or xie lian. his excuses to people & the way he says things like “here, open the binder & i’ll do the math right here , right now, follow along” & “my wrist is recuperating” with a straight face & neutral tone. pure clownery & he’s insane.

where he creates the most change ... i couldn’t really tell you. in people, i want to say. he’s dedicated to always making sure people don’t talk down of people choosing to walk an easier path if it means saving yourself. so, if people wanted to listen to him, it’d be there where he makes the most change. but, otherwise, because of his cold personality & natural way of poking people with a verbal needle, he can’t make change. because he makes people over defensive instead.

#pcachdrunk #THIS WAS A REALLY TOUGH ONE i liked this set of questions FAJDSK the special one caught me off guard #i spent most of my time on that one and even then #im not sure of my answer #BUT LMAO #u saying you dont mean it as a meme makes it more likley you mean it for the meme #x to doubt #tgcf spoilers

[xoteajays]

I don't know why.. But every time I'm thinking of people with tattoos, I would think of someone covered in tattoos. Or have bigger tattoos on their bodies, not small tattoos. But small tattoos are still tattoos.

Maybe that's why. Because I kept thinking of more noticeable tattoos instead of unnoticeable tattoos. I don't know. But that might be why.

When it comes to people like Rocky and Cobra... Imagine their friends thinking they are really trying to blackmail them by taking pictures, or videos, or something when their getting their hair dyed. But then a lot of women start gushing about how attractive these men are since the guys take care of their appearances. More blackmail backfired again.

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Don't get me wrong. Every antagonist in the series, I would have even wanted them to die excruciating deaths - especially with Myeong and Inbeom. Who doesn't want them dead. But Gun-woo and Woo-jin just have no problems fighting people, but they aren't murders. And that's the same with Ju too. You saw how uncomfortable she was whenever they had to torture someone for information. She is not fine with that level of violence. And neither were Gun and Jin either. And! And... Not to forget. If Gun and Jin actually killed someone, that would make the boys crimials and you won't be able to continue boxing if you become a criminal. Like Yang and Lee said. But if they do open a business that is similar to Choi's business, they may fight but no murdering people.

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"A total of 168 golden bars, weighing seven kilograms each. Each one is worth 500 million won at spot price. About 84 billion in total."

So they each got about a billion in gold? Since they each got two gold bars. And regardless, Gun-woo would've always share his money with his mother anyway. Like in the boxing tournament, Gun-woo took out enough money for him and Jin to eat at the buffet but the rest of that money was for their café. And yeah! I know Jin loves money but never was that greedy. So, just like Gun, he wanted to repay Choi back after everything he did for him. But I still can't help thinking the first scene, when they were in the bookstore, Gun and Jin realized that the books had money inside. A part of me thought Jin was going to try keeping that money, but a part of me knew that he wasn't that type of person.

That's what I thought! That these boys could finally have their ribeye.. But how expensive is ribeye in Korea? Is it that expensive that they're not able to get this meal. Because their prices might be different than what it would be like in America, Australia, or European, or anywhere.

Until I hear official news about shows, including Bloodhounds, then.. I might be in this neutral denial until I have actually heard official news. Preferably from someone in the cast or crew mentioning any news on if the show is continuing. So I try not to listen to articles about this.

I would love to see more roles of Dohwan and Sangyi together again.

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I know! I know being attracted to men is only visual... Not at all sexual, romantic, or any of those reasons. I know that. Half the time I'd forget that because of the comments that are said about men, celebrities or characters - depending on who were talking about at that moment.

And I do try reigning in my commentary, even though it never seems like I do. I don't know if my commentary ever bothered you though.

But men, women, attractive people for everyone!

Attractive men with battle scars are still attractive. At least with those boys anyway. But they're always pretty, regardless of any battle scars.

Maybe because women can be vindictive? I don't know. Maybe since men care more about their balls than anyone or anything else in life, I would easy that it's a lot easier to threat men by crushing their balls.

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Yeah... Because of how frequently I keep track over certain celebrities in Korean, fans are really going to be bound to hear about the military services at some point. And since Asian countries like Korean are just very traditional in a mostly conservative way, any military services are for the men. Women join voluntarily. And depending on which faction you sign up for, depends on how long you'd be in the military too.

South Korean Army and Marines is 21 months, the Navy is 23 months, and the Air Force is 24.

Remember that Gun-woo, Woo-jin, Moon and Yang were marines so I would say that were in their military services for almost two years.

Actually! More trivia... Bloodhounds was actually Do-hwan Woo's first production project after he was released from his military services.

And don't really quote me on this, I believe Sang-yi Lee may have had his military services before he officially took a career in entertainment too. At least he was was discharged as a duty police officer, before he became an actor though. He completed his military duty in the police department. So now we don't have to worry about those two guys.

The first time Choi officially met Ju was at her father's funeral. And... I think it was mentioned she was seven, maybe eight, around that time they met. And Ju's younger than Gun-woo and Woo-jin, that was also mentioned a few times in the show. The actress is born in 2000. But I don't know how close in age Ju and Da-min might be in the show just because they never officially mention their ages. But we do know that Gun is twenty-five, and Jin is twenty-seven. If that helps with ages.

So being Mr. Oh's granddaughter, she was either just a young child or even a baby during his time working at Choi's loan shark business.

I did research about this. "Students usually start in archery as part of an elementary school program, and continue in middle school." And it makes sense. There were archers in All Of Us Are Dead, and the show takes place in high school. And the archery girl mentioned that she is trying to get a scholarship in college for archery. Something like that.

Maybe Lee could also teach her how to use an asp too, just like Ju, in the training montage. Asps are concealable batons. Like Ju used, and also the White Rascals used too. Those are examples of asp weapons.

Not that you have to do that.

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That similar to what I was doing.. Kind of. Since my character has this very similar shade of brown hair like Jin's hair. She was possibly going to be a brunette before dying her hair dark blue, and possibly turn the colors into another color by the time skip. Maybe that silvery color? In that picture I sent you with black shirt and gloves. But not too similar, especially since the colors for our characters are completely different.

when i think ‘tattooed’ i think like, very visibly tattooed. like big noticeable tattoos. not lil ones. i mean, i like little tattoos too, but if someone goes ‘that person has tattoos!’ im imagining like. something big. i can’t really talk tho, i’ve got one tattoo and it’s only about 2.5 inches in width and length. (it’s a bee! 🐝!) (because i’m a les-bee-an) (kidding! it’s because they’re my second favourite animal)

i think cobra and rocky would be more embarrassed at being gushed over more than being exposed for dyeing their hair. let girls fluster them with compliments. or cobra at least. i dont imagine it’s easy to fluster rocky.

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myeong and inbeom, get shanked in prison please. stab stab. you will not be missed. luckily gun and jin have/had people who are willing to do the torture part of them; first yang and lee, then their military senior. despite jin and gun also being military, i can’t imagine them using torture tactics, even in just a threatening way. hell, gun couldn’t even speak disrespectfully to jae myeong who objectively sucks. they will fight, but they won’t torture or kill.

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i imagine gun’s mum would try to decline the money like she did the first time, but gun would insist. that’s his mum! he wants her to live well and without debt! inwas also worried if jin might steal the money, but it seems like he was just excited about seeing that much money and the possibility of getting a job under someone so rich. he’s an excitable boy, not a thief.

beef is one of the most expensive meats in korea iirc. high demand but low supply. i think korea has one of the highest prices for beef in the world. price per 1kg of beef in korea is comparable to about $56 usd, the same amount is about $15 in america. at least that’s what the site i went on said.

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i dont mind the commentary! love talking about people and reading how other people define their attractions.

battle scars are cool! i wish in more action stuff, people actually had scars after the huge fights their in. like i saw you get stabbed and slashed and shot, give me the visible scars!

women know it’s their most sensitive spot and if they’re pissed enough or need information desperately enough, they’d be happy to see the destruction of balls, stomp em stab em cut em off. meanwhile guys usually treat it as the line you don’t cross.

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ive been imagining da min, ju and bi at around 22-24ish. i know ju has to be older than 19 because she was drinking alcohol, but younger than 27 because she told jin that ‘the oldest has to pay for younger people’. and i just figured she was younger than gun too.

i’m thinking da min was a baby at the time of choi closing his business and then 6-8 by the time that choi’s clients were killing themselves over being threatened by myeong’s people.

so da min possibly started archery in elementary school and continued through to her time in high school. maybe working for choi was a fallback if she failed to get a scholarship.

i don’t know that i’d have bi use an asp, but da min maybe? i’m trying to keep them balanced in strengths so they’re not too overpowered. like jin and gun are good with their fists but not that good with weapons/guns. so da min would be good with her bow and taser but otherwise bad up-close in a fight; and bi’s a good combatant and has her knives but isn’t good with guns.

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i think she’d be blonde in her first intro in ep4, then dyed it blue by the time she shows up to help with moving the money. then the blue’s faded and she has a lil bit of regrowth after the timeskip. da min also gets to keep her pink chunks because i like it.

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i was wondering what i was going to watch next because i finished bloodhounds and informa (enjoyed informa a lot, is set up to potentially have a season season yay!), but then i remembered worst of evil just came out and it’s got three episodes!!! can bounce between that and vincenzo probably

#tj answers #long post // #long post anon

[flightofaqrow]

smooth

qrow + Weiss ( @nixfactum​ )

 “Ketchup isn’t a sauce, it’s a smoothie. Tomatoes are fruit.”

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“ketchup is a sauce. a bloody mary is a smoothie.”

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“Silence, bootlicker.”

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“uhhh, nope,” he grins playfully and winks at the girl, “see, if my tongue was so busy bootlickin’, ya wouldn’t hafta hush me.”

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“Well, the security system video footage says different, minus the pun.”  A roll of eyes,  “Tomatoes are fruits, therefore it’s a smoothie. Good beverages for the open-minded.”

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“that’s a bluff,” qrow retorts without hesitation, “an’ it’s a sauce. tomatoes might be fruits, but ketchup is concentrated. smoothies’re blended.”

his hand lifts and fingers pinch together, “it’s about th’ viscosity.”

he’s just being an ass.

“…course in tha’ case maybe ya could consider’t a jam.”

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“Alright, believe it’s a bluff, take the risk. It’s not like I don’t have access to the security, being a Schnee and all.”  A distant wave of her hand.

 “But so, you’re telling me, it’s.. a smoothie, but thick?”

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his eyebrow raises, “flauntin’ th’ family name, huh, Snowflake? now who’s a bootlicker?”

even if there is footage of him… what? being friendly with James? there’s still far more of him making trouble within the ranks and around Atlas as he saw fit. she’s got nothing on him.

somehow that has become more of an argument here than the tomato thing.

he sighs, “no i’m sayin’ it’s a fruit concentrate,” now he’s just being dramatic, with a flourish of his wrist, “the beginnin’ step, guess i’d be willin’ t’say a… a proto-smoothie.”

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“Awh, thank you for agreeing that it’s a smoothie. It’s so good to know I have Qrow Branwen’s approval of such.”

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“eh, whatever.”

he goes back to drinking his bloody mary while she drinks her ketchup.

…Ruby and Yang have such good friends.

welcome to th’ bandit life: where y’can use dirty tactics whenever y’want and drink whatever y’like.

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Can we hold hands too?

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“physical affection?” he immediately shoots out his pointer finger in objection, it wobbles just a little along with unsteady feet, “now that’s where we draw th’line!”

after a few blinks, qrow breaks out into a grin,

“ah, i’m just kiddin’ Snowflake. c’mere.”

…speaking of sauce. it’s hitting him pretty hard.

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 Doubtfully, already this situation is discomforting. But the knowledge of it brings her to nod her head anyway,  “Yeah? Well, lines are meant to be crossed sometimes, besides holding hands can be a form of guarding or guiding, not affection.”

Now she’s wandering over, offering her hand.  “Lets.. go sit down and talk about your fancy, Bandit rules.”

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”those jus’ sound like alternate forms’a affection, really,” qrow takes her hand, the same way he would to hold onto any other kid or student or one of his nieces, and realized a few seconds later it’s not as cold as he was expecting. maybe it was the gloves. that must be it.

speaking of crossed lines, Weiss really shouldn’t be the one leading him, but… call him guilty of succumbing to winging it.

“tch,” he scoffs, with good humor as he sits, “th’ thing about bandits’s there are no rules. …’cept workin’ together t’survive,” he rolls his eyes, “then goin’ right back t’each for their own. once every’ne’s safe.”

#nixfactum #* strain to see some fortune in tomorrow = vol 6 * #* how do you think legends and fairy tales get started? = thread archive *

[purposelynana]

What Did I Watch: #4

Right, first of all, I didn't prolong my netflix subscription because even thought netflix's library is quite impressive and filled with many interesting stuffs from around the world, it just couldn't grab my attention. I'm not a movie buff like I'm used to and honestly, I'm too lazy to adding my watchlist.

Next, aaaahhhh.... these days I felt like wanting to watch some angsty romance. And it started with my sister's rambling about Love and Redemption. She's into Cheng Yi nowadays and I couldn't help myself not to stanning him. He's gorgeous, or maybe I'm just too absorbed with his performance as Sifeng.

Enough about him though, hahaha, I'm gonna talk about him more later.

So, in another different topic, you came here, want to know what did I watch in the past weeks. So here we go. As per usual starting with the completed ones.

1. Go Go Squid

Finally finished it. Finally get the hype, one year late. It's okay. They're cute. But for me, the ongoing friendship between Li Xian and Yang Zi even after they ended the filming is wholesome. Maybe it got all the tropes, the cliches, and I don't find myself the urge to recommend this to other people, yet I love it. I love how it managed not going over-the-top, easy-watch despite many foreign terms being thrown out, and cute. Like I said, they're cute and lovable. And sometimes in life, you need lovable things to keep going.

Kinda wish these 2 meet again in Republican drama with plot twists and angsty plot. (Yep, I love torture my ship)

2. Perfect and Casual

I just finished it yesterday. It's so easy to watch. It doesn't have any substances or life lessons. Except, it's okay to falling in love with your lecturer if he's Miles Wei, which is impossible. Hahahaha.

The soundtrack is good though. Kinda have that feeling early 20's Indonesian pop songs. But currently not available in Spotify Indonesia. Booo...

Now what I'm watching are....

1. The Blooms At Ruyi Pavilion Ep 5

Zhang Zhehan is national's treasure. Ju Jingyi is annoyingly beautiful. The story is simple but there are so much more to be seen. The action sequence is laughable. But I didn't come for the thrill-of-it-all. I came for my husband, Zhang Zhehan. Hahahaha.

2. Love and Redemption Ep 17

I didn't dare continue to watching it. It's good, and maybe it felt like too grand for my taste. It kinda reminds me of Star Wars and a little bit Greek mythology. But, Sifeng is just too pure for this world and I couldn't handle how poorly other characters treated him. Maybe I'm going to make an essay after finishing all 59 episodes, then drowning in despair because no more new episodes. Or maybe both of them, Cheng Yi and Yuan Bingyan are star-crossed lovers who destined to meet once in a lifetime. Maybe I'm the one who felt really terrible not be able to do anything. Love will find its way, afterall.

3. Watashitachi Wa Douka Shiteiru Ep 5

It's one of those days, you find a gem. You find a gem that it's so good, and you just want to keep it to yourself. Cherish it, preserve it. The story lies on tho ugliness of the people who watching it, I guess. Too soapy sometimes, and I need to take a break, just to breathe and remind myself. Thank god, I didn't met these people.

Ryusei Yokohama and cat???? Give me a break!!!!

#go go squid #perfect and casual #the blooms at ruyi pavilion #love and redemption #watashitachi wa douka shiteiru #what did i watch

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

pls i really NEED a hyunju fic (from bloodhounds) idk about what maybe trope like “enemies to lovers” or something like this 😭😭 i want a y/n who self-confident, strong, aggressive, but caring and sometimes kind (only with hyunju lmao) 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁*𝐓𝐂𝐇

hyeon-ju x fem!reader

summary: love trope with hyeon-ju, trough thick and thin (yes, it will contain the REALLY sad sad parts too)

a/n: i wrote this headcanon based on this song. i know hyeon-ju and you are not just best friends, but i totally thought about this song while looking at this req

i'd imagine that the two of you meet by accident –and by nature of the two of you, let's say, that your relationship begins with a fight. not that big fight, just a small one, when you snap at the other by clashing on the street by accident. "hey, look where you going!" hyeon-ju yelled, making you turn. what did this gyal said? "watch out for yourself too!" you snap back, making you roll your eyes, then walking towards on the street, tapping on your phone to your friend. i think the next time you two would meet when you are attacked by some creep on an empty street after coming out from a party alone, hyeon-ju noticing you while sitting on her motorbike, stalking yang jae-myeong, and although neither of you were friendly with the other, and she got more important things to do, she remembered you. and how could she let some assholes harass an innocent girl? okay, not so innocent, but still.

after getting you safe, the two of you walk along the street. "thanks for today. and sorry for being a real bitch when we clashed." you say, making hyeon-ju look at you. "you remembered me?" she asks, you nod. "of course. want to grab something to drink or eat?"

wiping the blood from her nose, she doesn't want to admit it even to herself, but you made her blush. but that's a secret, and she won't gonna tell you ever, not even when the two of you are dating.

long ride bikes at the dead of the night –either of you had bad dreams or confusing thought on your mind, one of you text the other something like "wanna ride?", in the most non-sexual way neither of you'd mind if it became real when the two of you aren't dating yet). you are the only one who she lets riding her bike, behind her. she likes the feeling when you hug her from behind, and when she sees in the rear-view mirror as the air catches your hair, she thinks that her life could be no more perfect.

not to mention that you always ride to one place, your common place. beside the highway to another city in south korea, on a higher hill. that was the place were you first kissed her.

speaking about kisses and more, hyeon-ju is naturally shy and the kind who keeps to herself, that's why you need to be the one to initiative one. she's secretly amazed when you do something to her, and she's really, really trying to be better at pda.

the two of you are the same protective to each other. when gun-woo and woo-jin began to work with/(for?) her, you are really suspicious about them. when she's away and you're the one who's in the bookstore and they come, you call hyeon-ju (i bet your name is the only one that's normally written in her phone, maybe with a cute emoji beside it), and when she picks up, you say "those weirdos are here again". sitting with them, woo-jin tries to talk to you. "so... you and hyeon-ju... are best friends? like really, really good friends?" "we are dating, if that's what you wanna say." you answer simply, making gun-woo and woo-jin look at each other. "yeah... that's what i actually meant." he answered.

you always want to help hyeon-ju on her missions, despite you're getting easily angry and snap, and having no knowledge about fight or defending yourself at all. patching up her scars after bringing the money from the bookstore, you look at her worried, but saying nothing. when the two of you lay down (you are always the little spoon, and that's a fact), she breathes into your neck, and you grip her hands as she hugs you. "please be careful next time. or don't do this again. i am so scared anytime you are away." you whisper into the dead of the room, making her kiss you hair. "i'll be careful, don't you ever worry." and although you know that she can get in danger the most easily way, you are a little relieved that she thinks about you when being on a mission.

sir choi loves you. that's it, if he sees that his nephew is happy with someone, even if it's a girl, then so be it. on the last night, the two of you stay awake for the longest. as you come back from smoking with doo-young, you began to collect the glasses and empty bottles, but sir choi signed you to stop it and sit down. "hyeon-ju is the happiest beside you. ever since she met you, she seems much more lively and lovely. sure, because i am an old, traditional man, i had dobuts about your relationship, but if it's you who she's happy with, then so be it. you are a good girl, a good person, y/n, and i trust you with caring about hyeon-ju when i'm not gonna be here anymore. people can't buy happiness, and that was my biggest fear, that she'll never find a person who she's happy beside. i can only thank you for being beside her, and protecting her. she doesn't listen to me, but you... you really changed her for the better. and when all of this is over, i'm gonna buy a house the two of you want. to live your life together, to grow old together." as he said these, you began to cry, muttering "thank you" again. but not because you were glad for getting a house for free, but because of the love of your life's family accepting you.

after her grandfather's death, and the injury of woo-jin, as gun-woo gives blood, you sit with her in the hospital, hugging her and burying her face into your shoulder. "it's okay, it's gonna be okay." "how could this be okay?? nothing's gonna be ever alright, for damn's sake!" she yelled, her tears commingling with her sweat. "i know it seems bad now... i'm so sorry, ju..." you whisper, trying not to cry. you never seen her so sad, and that scares you. sadness can do horrible things with people, but you gonna be beside her, at any rate.

when you go to the bathroom and come back, you see her nowhere. searching and asking after her, when you go out in front of the hospital, you see her motorbike drifting away. running after her to the end of the parking lot, you shout her name, but she doesn't stop. grabbing your phone, you try to call her, but when you tap on the screen, you see a message from her. only two sentences. i love you, y/n. i'm sorry. standing in the parking lot, alone, with only your phone in your hand, you don't understand. she doesn't want you in her lowest point? or what? why did she do that? and why didn't she tell you about this? what is she going to do? go away? fly away? move away? is she going to ever come back? when? you could cry, but the confusion is bigger in the moment. you just don't understand. and by her short messages, you probably never gonna get an answer.

however, after two years, when all of the kim yeong-gil business is done, you sit with gun-woo at the end of the kindergarten. "do you still miss her?" he asks, and you nod. "never a day i spent with not thinking about her. i guess for now, that i'm gonna remember her forever." you answer, holding the golden array in your hand. this worth nothing without her. "i'm sorry." "me too." you say, leaning your head on his shoulder. then, behind the two of you, someone approximates you. it's her. somehow, you sense her closeness, and turn around. like a lightning struck you, you jumped up. you can't believe your eyes, you thought you see a mirage.

getting close to her, you don't know what to do, but then she kisses you, not caring about gun-woo or anybody else. with all the leaving behind, all the sadness, all the atonement and all the love. you gasp when the two of you break away, holding her cheeks in your hand. "you came back." you whisper, with tears in your eyes. she nods, kissing your hand. "i came back to build a live with the person who i love the most. i'm sorry for staying away from you, and i know that i can't make up for the last two years, but... can you forgive me?"

how could you not?

hope you liked it girlie

(ask for requests in comments or here!!)

#bloodhounds kdrama #bloodhounds netflix #bloodhounds imagines #bloodhounds x reader #bloodhounds #bloodhounds icons #gun woo imagines #gun woo x reader #woo jin x reader

[rainy-knight]

WHAT WOULD I BE?

Blake: "Everything...okay Jaune?"

Blake caught the young man leaning over the balcony, gazing at the Atlas residents below.

Jaune: "hey Blake. Just. Just watching people pass by."

Blake put a hand on his shoulder.

Blake: "I'd hate to dig into my own stereotype, but this cat is quite curious. Or will me learning make me meet my own demise?"

Jaune chuckled: "I see the final fruits of hanging out with Yang have payed off. But speaking of faunus. I've been thinking allot since coming here."

Blake: "Oh?"

Jaune: "Blake, even if you didnt have cat ears, WELL, Not SAying I DONT LIKE them its ju-"

Blake put a finger on his lips: "Shhhhh...breath Jaune."

Jaune: "Mhnm. Blake, even without your ears, the way I see you move. Your cunning and agile fighting stance. The word 'CAT' echoes around you. Even without your ears I'm positive everyone would still think that you're some kind of cat lady."

Blake: "Cat lady? Now Jaune, do I look sixty, single and half my hair cut off?"

Jaune: NO NO of coURSE NOT-oh you're teasing me again."

Blake: "I can see why Yang enjoys it. But what does that have to do with anything?"

Jaune: "Well, if having animal attachments doesn't change who you are to begin with. I've been thinking what Faunus I'd be."

Blake: "J-Jaune..."

Jaune: "My ego says a mighty lion! But the way I just...fallow Ruby helplessly makes me sound like I'm a stray dog. Hoo boy, saying this outloud sounds rac-"

Blake: "NO!"

Jaune: "HUH?"

Blake: "The fact you'd even think about wanting to be a faunus is...well it's nice. I hear all the time back in the White Fang people wishing they were human that...that hearing you entertaining the thought is. Well it's refreshing."

Jaune: "Theeeen will you help me?"

Blake: "Oh Jaune, 'this boy I swear' I'd be happy to help. Now, let's see."

Blake glided over, gaining a Yelp from the boy as her fingers traced along his leg.

Blake: "You've always been jumpy. Not to mention quick on your feet."

Jaune: "T-That was totally your fault just now!"

Once more the knight yelped, going rigged as her hands brushed against his chest

Blake: "Your heart...its always been thumping so wildly. Sometimes it's how I can find you."

Jaune: "That...that explains allot, wait that means you cheated on heads up seve-"

Thrice the knight jumped when the cat faunus hands gripped his face, electric blue and amber met.

Blake: "You're scared yet you leap into danger when one of us are in danger, cautious. You're stupidly tall and muscled out but you still act so fragile at times, timid. You're strong but you cant ever hide your emotions, sensitive.."

Jaune: "Blake..."

Blake: "Despite all the chaos that life has thrown at you you're still standing tall, lucky."

Jaune: "WELL, a death stalker DID fling me across the land and I survived, I'd call that lucky."

Blake: "And hit Ruby mid air after she fell from a nevermore. Maybe JUST lucky is underselling it. Well, I've got it."

Jaune: "Prey tell?"

Blake : "Oh its prey alright . Jaune Arc, I've deduced you...a bunny faunus."

Jaune: "..."

Blake: "it's okay Jaune I was joking."

Jaune: "No."

Blake: "Huh?"

Blake gasped when she was pulled into a gentle hug, she could feel his fast heart slow down."

Jaune: "No. The more I think of it, the more it makes sense. Of course I'm not hopping for joy that I'm not a lion or a bear but I cant fight something that feels so right."

Blake smiled: "You were really torn about this wernt you?"

Jaune: "I'm always helping team RWBY, Ren and Nora to further their goals. I wanted to help with yours but I couldn't place myself in a faunus shoes. So I wanted to imagine myself the best I could so when a scenario played out, I could grasp the emotions a faunus would feel and act accordingly. You understand Bla-OH NO!"

Jaune panicked when he met Blake's watery gaze, the tears ruining the eyeliner.

Jaune: "OH! Blake are you okay MMNPH!"

Jaune blinked when a single finger once more pressed against his lips.

Blake: "Youre...you're so sweet Jaune. I'm okay, just happy to see someone try so hard to see both sides. We need more people like you in the world Jaune."

Jaune: "You mean someone who has to write left and right under their converse?"

Blake barked out a laughter.

Jaune: "Thanks blake, mind if we can go for a walk, talk it out? Oh Oh! AfTEr you clean up the MAke up! Of course!"

Blake: "I'd love to, and who knows, play your cards right and I'd buy you some carrot cake."

Jaune: "BLAKE!"

Blake: "Mmmmn, I didnt hear a no~"

Jaune: "WELL...yeahthatdoessoundgood."

Blake: "And oh a cute little ball of fur right above your bu-OH!"

Jaune: "That's it, youre banned from Yang!"

Blake laughed when Jaune hoisted and carried her to the dorms, her laughter and his protests echoing through the halls.

#RWBY #Rwby volume 7 #jaune arc #blake bellodona #Id like to think the gang often think what Faunus theyd be #just more little side stories to fill in the gaps #mindless fluff #just wanted sweet moments

[hxnjisxng]

Snowdrops || Han Jisung || The Language of the Flowers AU ||

So idk i haven’t written in a really long time but i’m really excited for this so !! This is also my first time ever writing bullet thingie so,, yeah,,, not all of these will be in the bullet format I just felt like trying out smth new !! and to stay true to my ult Han Jisung i will write about him first. In this like,,, kinda cute little series thing. Every theme will kinda just relate to the flower meaning so,,, yeet !! Also, s/o to my one and only bub @chenle who told me to tag her when my first official writing thing happened so here !!!

Genre: Bad Boy!Jisung x Piano Player!Reader au; bulleted scenario  

Warnings: none !!

Word Count: 3.2k 

| Jisung | Minho | Chan | Changbin | Jeongin | Seungmin | Felix | Woojin | Hyunjin |

{picture not mine, credits to owner}

Snowdrop: (noun) A European flower which bears white flowers and blooms in February/early March, it signifies the end of winter and the coming of spring. Represents hope, purity, warmth, and new beginnings. 

Ever since you were little you’ve known you’ve wanted to be a pianist

It all started when you were younger and you went to see an orchestra with your parents

They 100% expected you to fall asleep in the first,,, like,,, five seconds after you came into the theater

What they did not expect is for you to sit there starry eyed staring at the person playing the piano for a whole 3 hours

They were,,, sister shook,,,,

But they didn’t think much of it, you know, like yeah they just like classical music

You know, as one does

But the second y’all got back into the car that was it

You wouldn’t stop talking about how pretty the music sounded

How much you liked the sound of pressing keys and the sound of the pedal lifting or the sound of the mallets and strings inside of the piano

You loved it

It was as though you had just found your one and only true love, y’all know, the yee to your haw

The ying to your yang

The chris to your weed

Sorry back to the point

You just couldn’t explain it, little four year old you just knew the fluttering feeling in your heart was a good one

So your parents signed you up for piano

They said they would find you the best teacher they could, one that could make you great

So that’s what they did

From a week after that concert, you started piano lessons

And you only fell more in love with the piano as time went on

So, after this little bit of context, flash back to reality 

oop there goes gravity oop

there goes rabbit he chokes

Sorry okay eminem is my calling

So it’s the end of winter, it’s been a really cold and bitter winter, but it’s around the end of february and somehow it just HaS noT gotten any warmer

And here we meet our boy jisung

Our chipmunk, our squirrel, our boi yk

But he’s a little bit of a hooligan

A bad boy if you will

You know, the leather jacket, the messy hair, the snarky attitude, the cocky jokes and the cute smile you knOW and he always always ALWAYS has a lollipop

A pink lemonade lollipop to be exact

It’s his favorite flavour

Any who, he’s one of those guys, the type of guy that almost everyone either wants to be him or with him

He’s also a part of a trio of you know bad boys at your school, the other two being his best buds Chan and Changbin

They call themselves 3RACHA

They’re as tight knit as can be, they do everything together

Skip class, hang out, throw parties

You know all that bAd bOY stUfF

He also has a slight reputation to get into fights every so often

Maybe not only so often

Maybe vERY often

But he’s trying his best okay those people just get on his nerves when they poke fun of one of his friends or his music

“I’m just a little misunderstood, okay I didn’t wanna break his nose it just sometimes happens, you know, my hand just kinda lost control of itself and hit him in the nose really really really hard. I swear.”

“Mr. Han, I distinctly remember you telling him to shove a stick up his, excuse my language, ass, and then proceeding to punch him.”

*them sitting in a perfectly silent office* “hM sorry it just got really loud in here, pardon???” :))))))

Real footage of Jisung last week after breaking some guy’s nose  

He also loves loves LoVES music

Loves all music

Except for classical and country

He’s always despised classical music, it just seemed so boring

There’s no pounding beat

No lyrics to scream along to

He just found everything about it depressing and irritating and just monotone

Well one day, as he was wandering through the school

You know, as one does when their friends were busy doing who knows what during lunch

He stumbled into the music hall

Now this was an accident

He didn’t really want to be here since the only courses your school offered in terms of music were classical ones

And again

Gross

But for some weird, strange, odd-ball, out of this world, sister shook reason

He felt like he needed to be here

That’s when he heard it

tHE hiLLS aRE aLiVE wiTH

The sound of music

Not the kind of music he liked

It was definitely classical music, so y’all, it’s disgusting

‘I should go, the music is starting to make me depressed already’ he mumbled

But his feet wouldn’t move, his body just kinda froze

It felt like something was just pulling him to that room, to that ugly boring nasty music

And it’s not like he’s never listened to classical before, he had, but this time something was weird about it

He still didn’t like it, it all still sounded the same, nothing interesting

But something for some weiRD REASON was telling him to go to that room

Like something was a little different about the way it was being played

‘Maybe,,,, I should just look for a couple seconds and,,,,,,, tell the person to stop playing that boring stuff,,,, or maybe I could just listen for a bit,,, but like obviously no that’s nasty,,,,’

The door was slightly ajar, so the music was just drifting through the air

Just calling him over

Jisung slowly walked up to the door, and peeped through the window

And there you were

You, reader, in all of your piano classical music glory

Sat there playing your heart out to the world

In that moment when he saw you with your hair slightly drifting over your face

Your eyebrows slightly scrunched up in concentration as your hands ran across the keys

His heart was screaming

Literally just like

dabdikajbksbfkajbDNBDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

He almost forgot about the fact he hated classical music if he could just watch you play it all day

Wait,,, what no,,,,

Gross,,,,, the Han Jisung doesn’t like people that easily,,,,,, nuh-uh thats def not him folks

And he got so scared by that feeling

The one inside of his chest

He was scared of how it made his hands feel tingly and it made him feel like he stood up too fast because his head felt so rushed and light

It felt like he was flying, but also crashing down to earth at the same time

And when I say scared

I mean terrified

This boy is mortified of catching feelings

Definitely not because in the third grade the person he liked stomped all over his heart because they wouldn’t give him a cracker,,,,, no who even thOughT tHaT hAHa

Just the thought of him truly giving his whole heart to someone ?? unacceptable

Like in this economy ?? liking someone ?? unreasonable

So he did the only logical thing

He ran away

Far back to the other side of school

And he was so out of it for the rest of the day, he just couldn’t handle it

He even went back to class next period because he was so out of it

“W-welcome Mr. Han take a seat, it’s a pleasure to have you finally join us.”

“mm-hmm”

He didn’t pay attention all day though, his mind was only occupied by you

Cheesy, I know, but it was

Even when he went to hang out with Chan and Changbin

“Bro,,, where were you during lunch ?? you kinda just disappeared”

“I was uhhh,,,, in the library,,,”

“The library ?? are you good ???”

“Yeah,,,,, im fine it’s cool,,,”

“Dude, you alright you seem a little weird.”

“Yeah,,,,,,,,, im just thinking”

Jisung thInKing ??? unheard of

So, this terrified Chan and Changbin because whenever Jisung thinks it’s never good

But it’s been three days since he saw you

And he’s still thinking about you and he’s kinda emo about it

Because, of course, you occupied his thoughts, the song you were playing stuck in his mind on a loop

This is so cheesy please forgive me

It was so bad that he started hearing it everywhere, it even started placing itself into his music and the lyrics he was writing somehow all revolved around love

He’d sit there for hours writing lyrics until he realized all of it in some way tied back to you

It was bothering him

Like a lot

So now it’s been a whole six days, and trust me he’s been counting and he thought he could take it,,, you know not see you,,,

Until he’s had enough

He needed to go see you again otherwise he felt like his head would explode

And it wasn’t because he liked you or anything,,, he just wanted to see you so he wouldn’t write any more music about you,,,,, because this was just SuPeR gRoSS

So he went to the same hall, the same room, the same time, and there he saw you

Still working on the same part of the piece

It was just as beautiful as the first time he heard it and he honestly was in awe of how your hands moved across the piano as though they were as light as air

Anyone even from a million kilometers away could tell you were frustrated with this part

He wanted to tell you that you didn’t have to worry because it was beautiful

He wanted to just go in there and tell you that your playing is amazing and hold your hands and just comfort you

But he just couldn’t say anything

And he could always say something, he never stopped talking

And his heart was still doing the same flippity flop screaming thing in his chest

Big surprise, i know

But then,,,, he had a genius idea,,,, like spectacular,,,, like nobel prize winning idea,,,

“Maybe if i see them all the time,,,,, my heart will get used to it and it won’t flippity flop anymore :’D,,,,,,”

wow ,,,, genius i know you don’t have to tell him

So instead of saying anything, or ignoring you any longer, he decided

I’m just gonna come here and watch them play every day because as long as I see them and never talk to her,,,, eventually whatever weird heart thing i have will go away !!!!!

So that is exactly what he did

Every single day for the next coming three weeks,,, he would disappear during lunch and go and watch you play

Changbin and Chan were getting suspicious but they never asked,,, so Jisung thought he was so slick you know

So it’s been weeks of him doing this

It’s now around the end of February, and he planned on doing smth for Valentines day,,,

Not,, because he liked you or because it was valentines day, but because he just,,, somehow planned to do it for February 14th

He was really counting on his genius 10000+ IQ plan to work

But, surprise surprise, his plan was failing

It was almost as though he liked you APPRECIATED !! your playing even more after seeing you play :))))))

Just seeing you just so cutely hunched over the piano

It made his heart hurt wiTH APPRECIATION FOR YOUR ARTISTRY NOT L O V E

Haha obviously,,,,,, not love,,,,,, who even said that y’all hear summ ????

And he realized maybe he just ReaLLY REALLY reAllY wanted to be your friend !!

Really really close friend !!

And that’s why he wanted to talk to you !! And hold you !! Like F R I E N D S do !! haha !!

And you know this mentality was really working great, until one Thursday

It was near the beginning of March when it was getting a little warmer and all that green good grass was kinda appearing from under the snow,,, these little white flowers peeking out from under the melting snow and it was just so pretty that day

And all Jisung could think about was how beautiful you would look today outside

Holding his hand

In a totally PLATONIC and FRIENDLY way because he obviously just liked you as a friend

And maybe today he would tell you how much he wanted to be your friend :D

But that lunch you just didn’t show up for half an hour ??

He was confused,,,, like really confused

And also concerned ?? where were you,,, you were always here on time,, he even makes sure to show up 5 minutes after your usual arrival time so he could calmly sit outside of the door without getting caught

But today you weren’t there and he was about to leave and chicken out until he felt a hand on his shoulder

‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHH’

Istg he jumped like fifty feet in the air

“Hey,, you’re that guy who always sits outside when I practice !!! Han Jisung right ?? Sorry I was late I needed to talk to Mr.Park about a science assignment I have that’s due next week,, ”

Jisung.exe has stopped working

First of all,,,

yoU kNeW ?!?!?! and he thought he was so slick

Not only that you knew his nAMe and apologized for being late ??? did you like ??? cARE ABOUT HIM A LITTLE BIT

And he also just,,, kinda loved the way you just said his name

It made him UwU in ways he didn’t understand

In a friENDLY WAY

Oh who was he lying to at this point

Maybe he did like you just a LITTLE more than like a friend would like a friend  

so what,,, sue him,,,, 

He was so caught up in the million and five thoughts that were racing through his mind that he almost forgot to respond, so he managed to choke out the following charming and very expressive line:

“U-uh you know my name ???”

,,,,,good one Jisung,,, real smooth,,,,

You let out a light giggle and just kinda looked at him with this really soft expression

“Ofc I knew !!! I heard your foot tapping every single day and you also sat in front of an open door so,,, I kinda saw you the first day,,,”

SORRY NOT ONLY HAS JISUNG.EXE STOPPED WORKING HE JUST CRASHED ??? LIKE EXPLODED

Your hand,,,, was still on his shoulder,,, and you giggled again,,,,, how are you,,, so cute

Little did he know you freaked out the exaCt same way you saw him the first time in the hallways with his eyes closed and head leaning against the lockers

And not only that,,, he was just super pretty,,,

With the winter light perfectly hitting his face

His jacket slightly too big and it loosely drooped over his shoulders

I’m actually ruining myself imagining this wow thanks m e

So when you finally asked around after a couple days one of your friends told you who he was

The Han Jisung

The resident bad boy at your school, who liked to get into fights and allegedly also liked to play around with peoples hearts 

Which didn’t exactly scare you well maybe it did a little bit but we’re not here to expose ourselves

First of all you’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s probably just like any of us ?? people just kinda put him on a pedestal so you felt like you didn’t really need to treat him differently from anyone else

And with every time that he would sit outside of your practice room and listen you felt a little bit of that fear melting away because when he looked so relaxed and so pretty that his face just screamed UwU

But you gotta play it cool reader,,,because you’re slick and all that,,, you know

So you just kinda turn around and head into the music room without saying anything else

Which again gave him shock number 37429387129837 of the day

He was expecting you to do something,,, say something,,,,, but instead,,,,

You just smiled at him, and turned back to into the room, now sitting at the piano bench

He was confused

And mayhaps just the littlest bit disappointed  

He knew that everyone knew him, and that’s usually not the kind of reaction he gets, usually he gets a whole OH mY iT’s HaN jiSuNg scream or an angry disgusted look from people who didn’t like him

But no

Not you

Yet, what could he do

He was going to just,, sit back down in the hallway in his usual spot, or maybe just get up and leave since his cover has been blown and you probably think he’s super creepy

When your voice called out for him inside of the room

“Are you gonna come in or what?”

A small smile spread on his face as he stood up, and he noticed you had already set up a chair for him next to you at the piano

“So,,,, do you like classical music?”

“Um,, not really,, no.”

“Then,, why did you sit outside every day ??” 

You asked confused, your eyebrows slightly furrowing staring at him with intent

And he just found that so cute

So so so cute

So cute that it just made any confidence he had just disappear

“I-I justreallylikethewayyouplayitsoundsnice.”

He just really wanted you to stop looking at him like that it was going to make him actually just explode

You gave a breathy laugh at his cute antics,,, what was there not to like about this boy,,, I mean what a softie

Maybe he wasn’t too bad, ya know

Nothing to be afraid of

“You wanna hear me play one of my favorite songs?”

Jisung nodded his head, his hair lightly flopping on his forehead, kinda covering his eyes

Oh how bad you wanted to brush it out of his eyes and just pinch his cheeks but, alas, it shall not happen

Or will it ;);););;;;))))))))

So you with a light inhale you began playing on of your favorite pieces, it was strong and domineering, with an edge of superiority

If ya wanna check it out it’s actually one of my favorite pieces it’s Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in G Minor, Op. 23, No. 5

As soon as you started, Jisung was already in a trance, the way your hands moved, the sound of your breath hitching every huge chord or octave jump

Damn Jisung was whipped

When you smiled at him after you finished the piece

With your eyes so bright, finally breathing normally again, and just a light pink blush that swept across your face

He felt his heart beat fast again

But this time

Mayhaps he didn’t want to run away

“So, what did you think? Did you like it?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like classical music maybe a little bit more now ??”

You asked with just the biggest grin on your face

“Hmm,, no i don’t think so,,” Jisung responded with the cheekiest smile known to mankind

“Then,,, I think you’re gonna have to come back here tomorrow so I can change your mind about that” ;)));))))))

WOWOW,, alright reader do y’all ever get tired of being so cute ??

As you continued playing the marvelous thought dawned upon Jisung

So maybe he did like classical music just a little bit more now

And,, maybe his heart beat faster with every second you looked at him

And maybe that feeling is not as bad as a thing as he thought it would be

Maybe it’s actually just the littlest bit nice

Just a little bit

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[xoteajays]

That's definitely the most upset I have seen Gun when I first watched Bloodhounds.. Gunwoo's very protective about people he cares about in his life. And that was also moment he could've won against Inbeon.

But the teamwork between the boys! They're always moving in sync...

Yeah. I noticed they never mention what happens to her mother since we know her father cared for her but never any mention about female figures in her life. Everyone in her life were men. Choi's her guardian - her adoptive grandfather, Lee and Yang are basically like uncles, then Gun and Jin would be the closest to brothers. That's her family. So it's like Gun's mother is literally the only woman you ever seen in her life.

You never hear much about Jin's family either but Gun's mother really took Jin in like he's her own son too. I'm happy they have their family.

And oh my god! I know they're growing boys. But do they have to just eat all the food before anyone else gets a chance to eat. Seriously. I'm happy they're healthy boys, but they need to share that food though.

This is what I could find to explain Korean crime syndicates.

Kkangpae is a romanization of the Korean word that is commonly translated to 'gangster' or 'thug'. The term is commonly used to refer to members of unorganized street gangs. By contrast, members of organized crime gangs are called geondal or jopok.

I may be entirely indulging myself again like I'm always tempted to do anytime I have new obssessions. But that's how I have always been.

~

Yeah. If you're gonna make gambling illegal for majority of the people in that country, except foreigners, why bother having casino business like that. That always confused me. Like I would understand if you do go on vacation, maybe a place close to home, where you may go to a casino to gamble. But most people I know who visit foreign countries usually go for the culture, not because of gambling. It's so confusing.

They kept saying Takeru was physically the strongest of the brothers, except you barely see him fighting people (not including the shootout with Kuryu). You barely see him fist fighting with people. I don't know.

Well.. Yeah. You mentioned she was the eldest sibling of her family, so that means she would have more responsibility than most people in a way. At least compared to Yui. Since most eldest siblings are like this.

Most of the time... My repetitive speaking (or writing) is unintentional for the most part. That's how I've always spoken. Which, I know, most of my repetitive behaviors annoys people a lot of the time. And then it is an occasional occurrence for me. But! There's even times when I try to have a conversation with someone or just ask a question, if anyone I'm talking to doesn't response to me then I'll assume that they might not have heard me so I'll keep repeating the question until they would respond. I know that's annoying. But don't not respond back either.

I don't know. Just respond just so I won't be repetitively asking some question to that person, then get upset at me like I'm the bad person.

Which is stupid to me. But that always bothered me when people did.

Rocky went on vacation to destress but then stresses up in just some minutes when something happens. Then he probably never plans any vacation again because then he's worried this would happen again.

~

I think my biggest complaint about Sweet Home.. Was mainly special effects, especially the effects of the monsters. I thought those effects were too cgi. The acting was fine. But the effects could be better.

you can see this kind of longing for a mother figure in ju during that dinner scene with gun’s mum. like she’s more awkward and shy than she is in any other scenes. gun and jin are the annoying older brothers she didn’t want but is now stuck with and, okay, she likes them, but she won’t admit it.

su yeon is such that mother that pseudo-adopts all her son’s friends. that’s her kid too now. cooking for them, worrying about them when she saw jin was also hurt after the fight. she’s so lovely.

like su yeon and ju didn’t even have the long of a conversation! but gun and jin have already eaten all the rolled omelette and started on the other dishes. slow down! and share!!

just finished the 5th episode and that torture scene was so ick. bleugh. i have always wondered what one of those sanders would do to skin though but still. yick.

du cheol looking at ju tho like ‘we look alike don’t we?’ and the simultaneous hair shift. they so ‘cool uncle, broody niece’ vibes. and then teaching her how to fight on her bike!

i’m pretty sure something tragic happens with du cheol or yang jung and i am Not Prepared.

also it’s a tiny thing, but i love the details of bruises and scars. like on the hands especially. it’s just So Good. i love bruises and lil cuts and stuff.

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it just seems silly. like why bother? is it really that popular to go gamble in korea? idk. it’s weird. and it’s doing my head in.

there was like one fight scene with takeru i think. like at the start of red rain? they called him the strongest but where was the evidence? i wanna see him fight! i wanna see him brawl!

it’s kinda funny. hiroto’s the youngest sibling and shizuka’s the oldest sibling, they’re kinda dynamic flipped tho, since shizuka’s pretty chill despite being the oldest daughter and hiroto’s so serious despite being the youngest brother (i guess he was an only child for a while tho).

rocky starts giving up his vacation time to koo, who’s concerned because rocky needs time to destress too. i think koo would try to deal with problems on his own tho, as to not worry rocky. kizzy’s immediately on the phone to rocky like ‘help!’.

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sweet home just didn’t ‘catch me’ - for lack of a better term - like other shows did. i enjoyed it, but it did take me a while to finish it. i think i watched one episode and then it took me months to watch the second one. i think the cgi effects were a lil shoddy, but it’s also a netflix show and i don’t know how much of a budget they had for cgi stuff. it wasn’t great, but i kinda expect that from netflix shows. nevermind, looked it up, 27 million dollar budget 💀

#tj answers #long post // #long post anon

[asociallyawkwardteen]

Scared || Yang Jeongin (I.N) FF || Pt. 2

Pt. 1 | >Pt.2< | Pt.3 | Pt.4 (soon)

Pairing: Reader x Jeongin (I.N)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warning: Mention of Social Anxiety, Social Isolation and Depression, so please if you get easily triggered by the mentioned things stop reading here.

Disclaimer: English is not my first Language so please don’t mind my bad  grammar ^^’

You were so ready to finally start that new chapter of your life, a new chapter that would be way better than this one.

Or at least that‘s how you wanted to believe, you wanted to believe that after this summer everything would be better, because now you could built up the front you needed,  now you could finally be the person you “needed” to be.

You planned everything, during the summer holidays you got colder. You as a person turned colder you talked even less to you parents, you shut everyone out, even you cousin, your cousin which was you favorite and whit which you had a really good bond, you just didn’t reply to her texts anymore without even giving her a reason or anything.

You knew it was very rude but it was for the better, you would only drag her down and that’s what you wanted the least, so it seamed was easier to just shut her out. The only person who didn’t notice anything that was going on with you was Jeongin, plainly because around him you still acted like you normally did, you weren’t cold to him, you could never be cold to him.

You met him every weekend, normally you would meet up every other day but you had to reduce it at least a little, since you thought it would be better if he had more time for his guy friends instead of wasting it on you.

Everything was normal to him, the version on Y/N he got to see was the version he always saw, your happy version, the y/n that always smiled, made bad jokes and was there for him when he was down.

But one day the summer had to be over, the chill nights got less, you had to get you sleep schedule back on track, and you got ready to finally build that front, you always wanted.

~First day of high school~

You woke up on time got ready and left on time, or at least that's how you planed it you.

Well the first two steps were easy but right before you could leave your house you could feel that you were about to have a break down.

You started to breath heavily, your body started to shake and you had problems keeping yourself together. It was hard but eventually you calmed down and you could finally leave.

You walked to the bus head up high, headphones in your ears and a cold gaze that could probably scared children. You were proud, you managed to contain yourself and you finally were that cold, scary and maybe a little mysterious girl you wanted to be.

Most of the time you hid you earphones under your long hair which really wasn’t difficult at all. You got through most of the days without any bigger problems, not being completely cold obviously, you made some necessary connections since you didn’t want to look like a complete loser.

The only things you really struggled were presentations, you couldn’t get through them without stuttering, getting completely red and shaking, and once you got back to your seat you most likely were about to cry, these probably ere the only times your facade broke down. Some  days you just didn’t attempt the afternoon classes, you just wouldn’t be able to get through them without a breakdown so you gladly accepted that few un-attempted classes.

Eventually you made it through that school year, but you facade kinda broke and you mindset got worse, the society slowly broke you more and more. And to make things worse the school nurse found out about your cuts, it was a day you actually decided attempted not knowing it was the day of the yearly checkup everyone had to get through. So once she told  you to take of you clothes (obviously not your underwear) you knew you were completely fucked, you started to sweat, shake and get red.

But what she did next surprised you, she weight and measured you normally, not mentioning anything about the very obvious scars and only a few day old cuts on your arm. She confused you with that but once you got you clothes back on, she asked about them.

“Look, i saw the cuts on your arms, do you perhaps want to talk about that²

You: “no no I’m fine, they are not so fresh anyways, I’m good now” Your mind: “Bish I wouldn’t be here at all if I knew you were coming so no i obviously don’t want to talk. Especially not to someone I saw for the first time today duuh!!”

She: “Well, they aren’t that old right? But look I don’t want to act to fast, if may make anything just worse and I definitely don’t want that for you. But do you like have someone you can speak with, someone who you are close with, maybe even someone on this school?”

You: “Yeah, yeah I do I have a really good friend, and I told her about it so yeah I’m good” Your mind: “Sure I kinda do have such a person and I told her but she doesn’t get how hard it is to actually deal with all that so I don’t really wanna bother her with it anymore, but I’m fine like it isn’t hard to keep everything in tbh.”

You kept talking with her, assuring her multiple times that you are GOOD and that you don’t need her help.

After about 15 min you finally got out of her room, shaking on your whole body, suddenly breathing heavily, you tried to get you shit together and calm tf down.

Somehow you managed to calm down and after about 20 minutes you headed back to IT class, earplugs plugged in because you surely didn’t have the nerves to cope with all that people around you.

The day went by and you finally got back home, instantly breaking down crying on your bed.

“you are so dump!!” “why did you go to school today?!” “nobody should find out!!” “now she thinks that you are just a  drama queen seeking for attention!” “what if someone else finds out?!” “what if she did write it in the letter just telling you that she won’t?!?” “mom and dad will ind out!!” “I’ will be an even bigger disappointment than I already am!” “And then they will have to pay for a psychiatrist and spent even more money on you than they have to already!!”

With these thoughts circling your mind you started to cry even harder. Not caring if you makeup got all over you pillow you didn’t care at all, you didn’t care about anything right now.

Some hours later you calmed down a little, terrible thoughts still roaming in you mind. You changed into a big hoodie and some sweatpants, tying you hair up avoiding any reflecting surface knowing that you would break down gain once you saw you face in that reflection.

That face that was so much uglier then you wanted it to be, putting on make up wasn’t for making you prettier anymore, it was for there to at least cover that ugly-ness and maybe making it at average looking.

The next day you fell back in that empty space. You were blank, lifeless eyes, a straight face, music blasting in your ears even louder that the days before, clothes even baggier that all the days before, covering that scared and unattractive body of your, that body which wasn’t a body anymore, it only was a shell you kept dragging along.

Once you reached school and your classroom you just plopped yourself down on you chair and you head on the table, silently groaning.

You were so done, so so done with everything, you didn’t even want to breath anymore even that was way to exhausting at the moment.

You heard the teacher and the people talking but you weren’t listening, you were looking on the blackboard but not seeing anything, you were sitting there maybe interacting  with a few people but you weren’t there. You were floating, you soul was floating somewhere, somewhere without any other people, somewhere you felt save but only temporary since you body was still in this world.

Days went on and you kinda did too, you coped with it, somehow. You coped with being the weird, quiet kid again.

You realized that high school was definitely not how you imagined it to be.

Eventually you spoke with a person from your class which you knew was also depressed, you felt somehow connected to them but still you couldn’t really trust them, yet. 

But once the holidays came around everything broke down again. Every time someone asked you to do something your said no. Not that you didn’t want to go but you knew that you couldn’t put up with the countless breakdowns you’d get until you were finally ready to leave this house.

Overthinking the situation you would be in -> Breakdown Doing your makeup, worrying if it was to much or even to less -> Breakdown Doing you hair, deciding if it looked better curled or straight -> Breakdown Picking out some clothes that looked casual and cute, overthinking if it was to less -> Breakdown Trying out 10 different outfits, picking cons at every single one of them -> Breakdown Picking the right accessories to that outfit that you were somehow okay -> Breakdown Checking yourself in the mirror before leaving, having a final breakdown which makes you to text them and say you couldn’t make it.

You kinda isolated yourself from the world, people started to not ask you anymore since you’d only deny anyways. Even the meet ups with Jeongin got less, but you saw his stories on Social media, which showed him and his friends having so much fun.

You were jealous, jealous of all those people that could interact with each other so effortlessly, you envied them so much, you wanted to go out but you mind wouldn’t let you. Constantly telling that nobody would want to be around you anyways, that you were stupid, ugly, fat, worthless, a disappointment, a failure, a shame, everything you definitely didn’t want to be.

Sure Jeongin got a bit suspicious but he just thought that you had fun with your friends he thought you had, he thought that you’d grew up an live separate soon. He didn’t want that to happen, it actually was his worst nightmare, loosing you, the girl  he knew for so long, the girl he liked to call his sister, the girl that made him smile every time he actually wanted to just cry, the girl that was always there, the girl that always saw the good human he was, not caring about any failure that he maybe had, the girl that always puts him first, the girl that was y/n and he knew that no one else could take your place in his life and even if there was somebody he wouldn’t let them because they weren’t YOU.

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Hey there ! I eventually finished the second part and well here it is! ^^ I hope you like it and I really appreciate if someone even reads this and if you do please tell me your thoughts on this little ff

Anyways I’ll try to keep writing and I probably will upload the third part next week or so. Also it isn’t proof read yet so please excuse small errors. Thank you~

~J☯

#straykids #stray kids jeongin #jeongin stray kids #yang jeongin #jyp entertainment #kpop #kpop fanfiction #kpop stuff #social anxious #depression #jeongin fanfic #fanfiction #idk

[bjjfanatics64]

Sports Fighting Versus Self-Defense Fighting Part I: The Context Of The Fight

Sports fighting has a long history in our culture. From British boxing matches to Ultimate Fighting Championship matches and MMA tournaments, there are many different kinds of sports matches that continue to fascinate audiences. Granted, there is some overlap between the techniques used in these kinds of fights and those used in self-defense situations. However, sports fighting is very different from self-defense fighting. If sports fighters and those who watch them do not grasp the crucial differences between what happens in the ring and what can happen on the street, they could easily be seriously injured or even killed.

The rules of engagement in a tournament are very different from those in a self-defense situation. To put it simply, street attackers don't follow rules. Professional tournament fighters do not use guns, knives or bats in a ring or a cage. However, your attacker just might use a weapon. Furthermore, there may be more than one attacker. In a sports fight, attackers square off one-to-one, but in a self-defense situation, you might be attacked by a whole group of people some of which might not step into view right away.

The goals of self-defense fighting and sports fighting are also entirely different. In a tournament situation, the goal is to win the match. Competitors step into a ring with the set intention of fighting each other. This works very well for entertainment, but it is terrible for self-defense. On the street, where protecting yourself is the goal, directly challenging someone to a fight is the opposite of what you want to do. The person you are fighting might have a knife or a gun. Instead, people who are practicing self-defense do their best to stay out of fights. This might mean talking your way out of a fight and calming someone else down. It could be as simple as walking or maybe running away from bad situations, or staying alert and avoiding bad situations to begin with. And lastly, when an attack cannot be avoided by any other means, the goal of self-defense is to end any attacks as quickly as possible using whatever means are necessary.

The situation surrounding a sports fight can be very different from that of a street attack. In an tournament situation, both fighters know who they are going to be up against well in advance. They know exactly when the fight will take place. They are even matched by weight. The entire situation is set up so that neither participant has an unfair advantage. Self-defense occurs in a situation where the opposite principle applies. An attacker will do whatever he can to gain an unfair advantage. Attackers will pick victims who are weaker than they are. They will not pick someone substantially lighter and weaker than they are. They will pick someone who looks psychologically weak as well. You don't get advance notice of the day someone will attack you on the street. If you're out of shape, and tired or having a bad day, you still have to deal with the situation.

Sports fighting offers good entertainment. It inspires its participants to keep in shape and to learn some techniques which might be used in self-defense. However, sports fighting and self-defense are very different. The context surrounding a tournament fight bears little resemblance to that of real self-defense. The rules, goals, and situations in which fights take place are entirely different. Furthermore, the tactics involved are extremely different as well. Read about it in the next article in this series: Sports Fighting Versus Self Defense Fighting Part II: The Tactics.

John Danaher Clear is a 3rd generation lineage holder in Tai Chi from Lee Ying Arng who was a senior student under Yang Chen Fu. He studied directly with such famous masters as Ma Yeuh Liang, Wen Mei Yu, Dr Fred Wu, Liu Ji Fa, Ju Bong Yi, Pei Xi Rong, Willem de Thouars and Don Ethan Miller among others making several necessary trips to China to personally work with some of the masters mentioned here.

[sugaskully]

DIE FOR YOU - chapter two

ALL PARTS - DIE FOR YOU

BTS bodyguard au

Words: 2405

C H A P T E R - T W O

[ 14 NOVEMBER 2018 ]

CLEOBELLA

I sighed, letting my pen drop onto my notebook after a few hours of reviewing old notes and making new ones before my mind blanked and I decided that I needed something else to pass the time.

Instinctively I reached into my pocket for my phone, frowning when I realised it was missing, standing up before brushing down my skirt and briefly glancing around my room for it.

I gave up fairly soon, shrugging my shoulders before heading towards my door, Namjoon glancing at me as I opened it and passed him, immediately hearing his footsteps follow. A sound I was going to have to get used to.

“Can I not visit my own kitchen without an escort?” I asked, my tone laced with irritation as the man present remained silent, continuing to follow me “Not in a talking mood?”

“It wouldn’t benefit me to argue with you, so no, I’m not in a talking mood.” Namjoon simply said.

Heading down stairs, I moved towards the left side of the downstairs instead of to the right where the kitchen was located, typing my father's office code into the keypad before scanning my fingerprint, slipping in before Namjoon could even register what had happened.

“Step out of the office.” He sighed, moving to the glass floor to ceiling window, watching as I folded my arms amusement.

I watched without speaking, knowing that the room was soundproofed to allow some sound in but none out.

“Miss Roman, please don’t make this difficult.” He said, moving closer to the window, causing me to do the same, challenging him as we stood face-to-face.

We stayed out for a few moments, just staring each other down before I sighed, heading across the room to the other door and heading out that way, giving me about 15 seconds between him and I.

From there it was easy to move around the rooms of the house, eventually ending up in the huge dining room that connected to the kitchen but before I could even think about entering the kitchen I noticed the six men sat at the dining room table.

Seokjin was looking through a folder, that upon closer examination had information on me, people I interacted with and the frequent places I would visit.

“Children’s hospital?” Seokjin asked, glancing over at me “Aren’t you a sweet one.”

“I read to them.” I crossed my arms, “I know how it feels to lose a sibling to an illness at a young age, I couldn’t imagine how it felt being in her place, so I visit the children and father donates often to aid their recovery.”

“Do you have a firearm?” Taehyung asked, causing me to turn to him, watching as he took apart his hand gun effortlessly before cleaning the individual pieces.

“Yes.” I nodded.

“You won’t be needing that.” Hoseok then said, standing up so that he was towering over me, but strangely he didn’t feel like he was trying to intimidate or threaten me, but comfort me “It’s best if you hand it over, wouldn’t want it ending up in the wrong hands and used against you.”

“It’s not on me.” I lied, watching as he smirked, his hand reaching around to my back before pulling up my sweater, cold fingers grazing against my skin as he located my gun before removing his hand agonisingly slow from under my sweater, eyes locked with mine the entire time.

“Hoseok.” I heard Namjoon suddenly say, looking unimpressed as the man turned to look at who I’m now guessing was the boss of this little security personnel of theirs “What are you doing?”

“Confiscating this, Namjoon.” Hoseok said, holding the gun up for him to see “For Miss Roman’s protection of course.”

“Right,” Namjoon nodded, “There’s no need for her to be armed if she has us by her side twenty-four-seven.”

I rolled my eyes, watching as Hoseok placed the gun on the table before sitting back down, and that’s when I noticed that Yoongi was sat leaning back in his chair, my phone in his hands.

“Is that my phone?” I asked, looking at him in shock, because I knew full well it was just from the case.

“Yes.” Jimin said, Yoongi not even bothering to look at from the phone “He’s just checking to see if anybody has tapped or hacked into it.”

“Wow.” I scoffed, “So, you… slipped that out of my pocket when I wasn’t looking?”

“Actually, I did.” Jungkook said, “It’s protocol. All for your own protection.”

“What if there’s something private on there?” I asked, “Like, I don’t know, a conversation that I wouldn’t want anybody to read, especially by someone I don’t know.”

“Is there?” Namjoon asked as Yoongi raised his eyebrows slightly.

“N-no.” I stuttered out, “But that’s not the point, there could have been.”

“But there isn’t, so what’s the problem?” Namjoon asked, challenging me.

Yoongi suddenly stood up, locking my phone before putting it in his pocket and walking off without a word. Come to think of it, I hadn’t heard him speak once, not to me, or even the others.

“Here,” Hoseok said, sliding another phone across the table “It’s the same version as your old one, but this is new and has a system that Yoongi created on it to allow us to monitor the activity and to see if anybody is trying to tap into it.”

“It’s like a fucking witness protection programme.” I whispered, picking up the phone before sighing “What about my contacts?”

“The only relevant contacts are already on there.” Namjoon simply said, “Us seven, your father and your uncle.”

“Fun, I can contact my obsessive bodyguards, my father and President Roman of the United States, my life is full of fun.” I rolled my eyes, “What about Jesse?”

“What about me?” I heard him ask, sighing in relief when I turned to see him stood in the doorway.

“Thank god, a normal person.” I said, moving to hug him.

“Cleo, oh my god, your head, I’m so sorry, I-!” He started.

“Stop apologising.” I interrupted, “It's just a bump.”

“I wouldn’t call it that.” Hoseok said, “You could have been seriously injured, and it’s our job to prevent that, so we’ll have to assess if Jesse’s friendship with you is good enough to allow the risk.”

“Risk?” I scoffed, “His job is just as important as yours, he works with you.”

“No, that’s not happening.” Namjoon shook his head, “He’s a liability.”

“Daddy said he could keep his job, and last I checked my father was your boss.” I said, turning to look directly at him “You’re just going to have to suck it up and deal with it, because it’s happening.”

“Interesting.” Seokjin said, not to anybody in particular, just observing the situation.

“He was my PPO long before anything bad happened.” I said, “And he did a good job at protecting me up until the slip up yesterday.”

“Miss Roman, you’re missing the point here.” Namjoon said, his tone showing that he was trying to remain calm and collected “With us, there will never be a slip up, we will never fail our job, unlike him.”

“And the difference between us is, we are Professional Protection Personnels, head of our profession, the best at our job.” Taehyung said, “Now, I’m not doubting Jesse’s ability, but based on yesterday’s ‘slip-up’ he doesn’t seem very fit for the position.”

“Give him a chance.” I said, my voice wavering slightly, silently cursing myself at how desperate I sounded at a time where I didn’t want to be “I need somebody here that makes me feel even the slightest bit normal, because you’re all treating me like I’m a target you need to protect when the attack yesterday was completely unrelated to any proof that people want to kill me.”

“With your father's position comes enemies.” Namjoon said, “His brother, President Roman, being the President of the United States, his connections with President Yang and working as the Chief of the South Korean Security Agency and intelligence service. You would be the prime target to punishing your father, your uncle or even President Yang, using you for access to the Intelligence Services of both America and South Korea is also another possibility. You have become one of America’s and South Korea’s greatest assets, all because of your family member’s positions in society.”

“That’s hardly fair.” I whispered to mainly myself.

“The world isn’t fair.” Namjoon shrugged, “And it’s our job to protect you from the people who want to hurt or kill you.”

“Having Jesse be a part of the Security personnel wouldn’t affect anything.” I stated, “His only flaw is time management but other than that he’s protected me countless times, and he’s one hell of driver.”

“Fine,” Namjoon said after a few moments of silence “He has one chance.”

“Thank you.” I smiled, trying to contain my excitement as Namjoon nodded once, keeping a straight and serious face “My father won’t be back for a few more hours, so I’m going out for lunch.”

“Where to exactly?” Seokjin asked, glancing up from the table as I frowned, thinking it over.

“Just a small cafe, not too far from here.” I shrugged, “Jesse takes me all the time, we shouldn’t be too long. It’s called Sulli’s and-”

“And it’s not on here.” Seokjin interjected, “It hasn’t been cleared as a safe place for you to visit.”

“It’s a cafe.” I deadpanned, “I know the owner, and I go there like three times a week, why didn’t my dad put it on the locations list?”

“Maybe he has a suspicion that it’s unsafe?” Namjoon suggested, “Is there anybody that works there who he doesn’t trust?”

“Not that I know of.” I frowned, “Why?”

“Wait, I know why.” Jesse sighed, all eyes turning to look at him “That’s where Seokhyun took you on your first date, he knows you visit that cafe, Cleo.”

“Is that it?” I scoffed, “Because my ex-boyfriend might bump into me?”

“Well, he did pistol whip you yesterday.” Namjoon said, looking at me like I was insane “And if that’s the case for the cafe being deemed unsafe, then you’re not going.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, looking at them each in turn.

“Why can’t you just order food to your house?” Jungkook asked, “Or like go to another cafe? Surely that’s safe enough and you can get the same things there.”

“Or I could spend the rest of my life locked in my bedroom?” I suggested sarcastically, “Whichever suits you.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes slightly before smiling in amusement, glancing over at Namjoon.

“She’s going to make this job very hard and interesting for us.” Namjoon said, “But like all the others, she’ll eventually give up her act and comply, it won’t be long, it never is.”

“Sounds like you’re challenging me.” I said, “And I always win.”

“Like I said, Miss Roman, I’m just doing my job.” Namjoon said, “We all are. And you should do your best to allow that, it’ll make this easier for all of us, especially you.”

“You’ve said that.” I nodded, “I just don’t think your way of ‘protecting me’ is necessary. It’s not like I have a target painted on my forehead.”

“That’s the thing, Miss Roman.” Namjoon said, jaw locked in place “You do.”

I didn’t know how to reply, I mean, who would know how to reply to such a statement? Instead I walked past them and into the kitchen, walking around the white marble island before resting my elbows on the countertop, my face in my hands.

“Something wrong?” I heard a voice ask, lifting my head from my hands to see Seokjin stood in the arch doorway, observing my state.

“No,” I said, taking a deep breath in “I’m fine.”

“The Police Officer’s car just arrived at the Security Gate.” Seokjin said, changing the subject “He’s here to take your statement.”

“I don't have a statement.” I shook my head, watching as Seokjin let his head fall back with an exasperated sigh.

“How do you expect people to protect you if you don't give us the information to?” He asked, now looking at me “Your father says you have to make a statement, so he expects you to.”

“I’m eighteen.” I shrugged, “Legally capable of making my own informed decisions, and I’m deciding to not make a statement or press charges.”

“This is ridiculous.” Seokjin sighed before pressing a finger to his earpiece “This is Agent Ace, Rosebud has refused to give a statement, please inform the officer at the security gate. Yes, I know, I’ll deal with Zeus.”

I frowned, watching as his hand fell back down turning to look at me with the same annoyance a father would give a disobedient toddler “Zeus?” I frowned.

“Your father’s codename.” Seokjin simply stated before leaving the room.

Turning around I opened the fridge, scanning my eyes over the content that our housekeeper Kim Min-jung had purchased, realising that I hadn’t seen the woman who had been my mother figure since my mother’s passing in a few days and the fridge was lacking in content.

“I’m going to the store.” I announced as I re-entered the dining room, Namjoon standing up from the his seat at the table before I shook my head.

“Jimin and Jesse can come with me.” I said, looking at the two of them.

“That’s not happening.” Namjoon shook his head.

“You said no less than two, and although my math may not be the best, I count two.” I said, nodding to Jesse and Jimin “Or am I wrong?”

“Two of us.” Namjoon said, “Jesse can go, but with two others.”

“Okay, Yoongi.” I said, noticing that he had re-entered the room also “That settles it. Shall I drive?”

“Yoongi drives.” Namjoon said sternly.

“So, Jesse then.” I completely ignored him, “We’ll take your car.”

“You take one of the SUVs, and Yoongi drives.” Namjoon said, “Or you’re not going.”

“What’s your problem?” I asked, turning to look at him “The car and the driver doesn’t matter, at least I’m going along with your bullshit rules.”

“The car and the driver do matter!” He corrected sternly, “And now we’re all going.”

“What?” I scoffed.

“We’re all going, or you’re not going at all.” Namjoon said, slowly folding his arms over his chest “What’s it going to be?”

#bts #btsau #au #fanfiction #minyoongi #suga #yoongi #ofc #kimnamjoon #parkjimin #kimtaehyung #kimseokjin #junghoseok #jeonjungkook #angst #bodyguardau #btsbodyguard