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namjoonchronicles · 3 years

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healing | yg

↳ genre fluff, domestic, established relationship ↳ words 1.9k ↳ summary Yoongi maybe the worst in projecting his emotions, but his actions don’t lie ↳ warning suggestive content ↳ song james arthur ‘let me love the lonely’ ‘safe inside’ ‘can i be him’ ‘certain things’

“I would do anything to forget.” “And I would do anything to remember.”

The second male lead actor bore a wounded expression on his handsome face. The female lead actress was unapologetic and relentless to his heart. She swore that forgetting that she ever loved him is the only way to go on with her life. But the actor finally remembered all the love they had before he loses his memories as a result of an accident orchestrated by his step mother. He pretended to not remember just to know how she really felt about him. She said enough. Yoongi gawks at the screen. “Does that even make sense? How can he stay silent after that? How can he be okay with just that? What a load of bull--” His phone vibrates just as he is about to curse. With his wife’s picture flashing on the screen, he wipes his hand on his flannels and refastened the velcro straps of his arms to secure them back on. “Hello?”

“Hey sweetie, what are you doing?” “Watching that episode was a mistake, why would they ruin the story like that, everything was going just fine, I don’t understand…” You chuckled at your husband’s adorable whines, and “How far in were you?” “Joonsoo told Bora that he wanted to remember…Ah! I am so upset, I am not going to watch the rest of the episode… I don’t care…” “But you have to see what happens after that! A little spoiler for you…” you sang and he replied, “Ah! Ah, no. Don’t tell me what happens. No!” “She knew that Joonsoo’s memories came back, but she is doing that to follow Joonsoo’s mother's instructions…” you told him anyways. Yoongi leans back into his chair and it wobbles back and forth at his weight. He swiveled away from the screen, holding the phone close to his ear and he sighed out loud. “Why did you call me?” “I am just walking out a fried chicken hawker stall and was wondering if you’d like some but I remember your doctor saying you can’t have oily food… so that’s cancelled.” His wife is a tease. All she does is tease. Yoongi left his home studio and walked down the hallway to the living room. He then revealed to you that he found your gastric medication laying around the cabinet with several pills gone. Yoongi had always been so attentive towards things like these. Ever since he had to stay home longer than usual because of his shoulder surgery, he is policing you around with his keen eyes. He found out that you don’t really take care of yourself as well as you told him you were. There were antacids, antiemetics and all kinds of painkillers he found in the medicine cabinet that weren't his. This was alarming, at least to Yoongi. “You’re telling me that you crawled to work despite having gastric two days prior?” he scolded you with a low monotonous voice, pinky pushing the blisters away to see just how much you’ve been taking behind his back. “It’s nothing to worry about, it’ll go away soon… I learn endurance from the best,” you pushed your tongue to cheek, leisuring down the pedestrian walk area, pouting hard at your husband. “You’re talking back at me,” he scoffs, “I taught you that? I guess it's fair… Have you eaten?” You didn’t eat because you don’t have the appetite. After the gastric attack happened, you have been vomiting every time you ate, and your throat burns every time from the acid reflux. “Eating is terrifying…” you confessed. Yoongi poked his head into the refrigerator after the call ended. He took out leek, dried lavers, and whatever he could find in the fridge to start a small dinner. And he did them all with one hand. It wasn’t easy. The carrots were roughly chopped and the potatoes are barely peeled properly. It’s the best dish to take after gastric. He took a couple cups of rice and had them washed under running water. He measured the water and threw in a thumb-sized ginger so it got cooked together. He doesn’t say it out loud, but he really enjoys cooking. He was raised in a house that always belittled women's chores and because of the whole ‘boys shouldn’t cook’ agenda, he was more curious than ever in the kitchen. It comes naturally to him. He would secretly help his mom cook and prepare food to sell in school during the day. It remains one of the memories he is most fond of. He doesn’t really like telling people out loud how he feels. It was something you both had in common. Coming together was difficult. It was like a race to the end, who will clamor up or who will fall apart faster, to you. Yoongi was determined to keep his emotions sealed in his dungeon called heart. Which was ridiculous, because everyone knows, the more you try to hide your feelings, the louder it is. He doesn’t say ‘I love you’ like normal people. His ‘I love you’s’ are scattered all around you. It was in the walls he painted and in the bookshelf he helped build. It’s in the picture of the milky way he took and in the pile of bandages he bought you when you sprained your ankle. They say, the eyes are windows to the soul. Yoongi had never looked you in the eye. It’s like he runs away from the things he wants the most. It almost made you give up. Seeing how the feelings aren’t verbally reciprocated almost made you leave. Winter, several years ago, “For Yoongi-hyung, you have to force it out of him…” Taehyung advised. “I don’t want to force him…” you sighed, “What if he does this to all his girl friends?” Taehyung stared at you dead in the eye with a cunning smile. “What does your heart tell you?” He asked. “My heart had been wrong before,” You shot back. Taehyung suddenly turned his attention to his phone, his face shone by the light from the screen and he smirked, “If he doesn’t, would he be running all the way up here at this time?” Just then, Yoongi bursted through the door. Chest heaving up and down, eyes blown wide, mouth gaping. His eyes darted to Taehyung and then to you. “You know he won’t leave his bed for anything…” Taehyung glances at you with a knowing smile, “What could this mean?” He feigned a surprised face at you and walked towards the door at Yoongi. And even then, he wouldn’t confess. “You love me, right?” you asked him. “It’s already so late…” “Please answer me…” He appeared conflicted. “Min Yoongi, you don’t love me?” “I… Let’s not do this…” “I think you do… Everyone knows you love me, everybody. Everyone, but you…” “Let’s talk in the morning…” At that time, Yoongi is afraid of commitment despite never really having problems actually committing. His past relationship didn’t go so well because he felt inadequate. And for that, he feared karma. He left the last one because he didn’t think he could be a good person for her. He was bound by depression, crippling sadness and fear so great, it left him in shambles. Being in a relationship back then made him feel like a boulder to a smooth sailing ship. He felt dragged along. He was responsible for two hearts and it felt a lot at the time. He knows just how much hurt he caused her and he knows that karma will come after him. That’s why when he fell for you, his first reaction was to be defensive. He doesn’t want the same hurt to happen to you. Because, what if he hurts you?

“And if I tell you I don’t care?”

The winter arrived on schedule this year. You shivered as you walked into your house. Yoongi is still in the kitchen, turning off the stove. “You didn’t rest like I told you to!” “How could I if you were not eating… I rested for a surgery and couldn’t cook ever since I returned, and you are already getting gastric from not eating…” You helped Yoongi carry the soup on the table. And you scooped him his rice. He was right. Your appetite went down ever since you had to cook on your own. His cooking has always been the thing you look forward to when you return home, but now, you don’t feel like eating because it’s always the same food over and over again. “Does it taste good?” He asked, lovingly. His eyes oozing fondness. “So-very good…” you said with a mouthful. “I have to shower after this… I am sweating so much,” he spoke to his bowl of rice. You unbuttoned his shirt and carefully slid the long sleeves down his arm. You keep glancing up his face to see if he is in any type of discomfort. His ears were the first to turn bright red and he had been biting his lower lip ever since you started undressing him. That wasn’t alarming. The strange thing about Yoongi is that he giggles or laughs when he is in pain. No giggles is fine. No smiles are good. By the time you took off his flannel buttoned up shirt, his face was bright red like he had been drinking whiskey. You couldn't help but smile when he gets sheepish like this. He looks like a sheep ready for the slaughter room. Next thing to come off is his trousers. The bath is ready and he climbs in. You went to the cabinet and showed him two bath bombs he could choose from. He wanted the lavender one. You always liked how it smells. Yoongi sat docile in the middle of the bath, while you swept his hair back and dabbed his face with a dampened towel. Then you move to his back and wipe along the spine, carefully avoiding harsh movements around the stitches on his shoulder. “The stitches are coming together nicely,” you spoke in whispers. Just the sound of the water dripping into the pool was heard. Yoongi let out an encouraging, “Is it…” “The skin around it is not swollen, and its closing up prettily,” you gushed, “At this rate you can start physical therapy around next month...?” “That’s nice to hear…” He hums happily, “I had been feeling rather helpless, and shackled, and unable to work at the speed I used to.” “Hence,” you started with a scolding tone, “Take care of yourself better from today onwards. Everyone frets around you, worried and bustling over you. Coddling you like a baby…when you get hurt like this, you worry everyone. Why did you keep quiet about this pain for so long…This type of perseverance is inhumanly. What are you… a saint?” He chuckles. You took off your own shirt and garments. Yoongi mashed his lips together, stealing glances on your body and when you climbed in the same tub and started washing yourself, he started to gather all the foams. “That’s why, stop hurting yourself…” you repeated your warning, unhooking your bra and throwing it on the marble floor next to your crumpled heap of blouses and trousers. Yoongi sighs. Loudly this time. “What is it now…” you blinked at him. “I want to get well faster… I missed unhooking your bras with my own hands…”

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bang-tan-bitches · 4 years

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Title: Covet Word Count: 3.1k+ Rating: NSFW Genre: Smut or PWP, Drama Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Cream Pie, Implied Come Eating, Praise Kink, Mild Dirty Talk, Slight Manipulative Behavior, Non-Linear Narrative Pairings: Jimin x Reader x Taehyung Summary: Agreeing to meet Lee Ji-Hye’s boyfriend Park Jimin was your first mistake Written by: Admin B

“You’re doing so good baby. Do you think you can take another? I gotta stretch open this beautiful ass of yours.”

You shift back against Taehyung’s chest, his words warming your already flushed skin. You nod your head and whimper slightly at the feeling of a third finger slipping through the tight ring of muscle.

“Look at our good girl, Jiminie. Isn’t she gorgeous?” Taehyung’s voice is a pleasant murmur as his other hand tweaks your nipple.

You glance down towards Jimin, who is kneeling between your legs, leaving hot opened mouth kisses on your inner thighs. His dark, dark eyes burn into yours as he answers, “Fucking perfect.”

You can’t stop your gasp when he spreads your legs wider and buries his face in your soaking wet cunt.

-0-0-0-

You loved Lee Ji-Hye like a sister.

You met at Seoul National University. You, a young, foreign exchange student struggling with being in a foreign land, and her, the older, beautiful student that took you under her wing. She was hired straight out of college at YG Entertainment and she made sure that once you graduated, you received an offer of employment there as well. You were hired as an International Media Relations Specialist and while you had no contact with idols, unlike Ji-Hye, you still worked closely with her and became close friends. Best friends.

When YG Entertainment fell into scandal, you followed her to BigHit Entertainment. She was your confidant in everything and you trusted her with your life.

Agreeing to meet her boyfriend Park Jimin was your first mistake.

You kept refusing at first. You honestly had no idea why Ji-Hye wanted you to meet the Park Jimin. You knew the facts. He is a member of one of the world's biggest Kpop boybands, he can dance, he can sing, and he was absolutely gorgeous. You had no reason to ever cross paths with him. While you did work for BigHit Entertainment, your job was dealing with the media and foreign press. You had absolutely zero contact with any of the idols and you were actually thankful for that. When Ji-Hye started dating Park Jimin, you never dreamed you would actually meet him.

Ji-Hye had to practically beg for weeks before you finally relented. You told her repeatedly that Park Jimin wouldn’t be interested in meeting a little nobody like you, but she begged to differ. She told you how she had been talking his ear off about you since they met and it was actually Jimin who asked to meet you first. Although you were skeptical, you agreed once she promised it would only be one time and she would never ask you again.

She lied.

-0-0-0-

“Oh Jagi, you’re so wet.” Jimin’s voice is a reverent groan between licks of your pussy, “You’ve needed us, haven’t you? It’s okay baby, we’ll give you everything you need. We’ll take care of you.”

You can barely breathe out a “please” before Jimin latches onto your clit and sucks. Your body spasms as it’s thrown into an unexpected orgasm and Taehyung has to hold you down against him as he continuously fucks your ass with his fingers.

“I need you both inside me.”

Both of your boys still at your words, and you can tell they are having some sort of private conversation with their eyes. You watch as Jimin shifts up onto his knees and rubs his thumb along your pussy lips before dipping it inside of you.

“Are you sure, pretty baby?” Taehyung’s voice is a warm rumble in your ear as he slips his fingers out of you, “Are you sure you’re ready for both of us?”

You lick your lips and make eye contact with Jimin.

“Yes.”

-0-0-0-

The first time you met him was a pleasant surprise. You weren’t really sure what you were expecting, but Park Jimin was as nice as he was gorgeous. As the three of you sat in a small circle booth in the back of a smoke filled bar, his attention seemed to be focused entirely on you. He seemed utterly fascinated with everything you had to say and was constantly redirecting the conversation back to you. If it was anyone other than Park Jimin doing this when his girlfriend was sitting right next to him, you would have considered it rude and think he was blatantly hitting on you in front of his girl. But when you glanced at Ji-Hye, she was staring at him with a look of complete adoration on her face and you realized he was just making an effort to know his girl’s best friend.

By the end of the night you completely understood why Ji-Hye was so wrapped up in Park Jimin and you were happy for her. Jimin truly was the perfect guy. It was only a week later when you found yourself in the same tiny booth in the same smoke filled bar surrounded by the same people and one addition - Kim Taehyung.

You had learned all about Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung through your time living in South Korea. BTS were superstars and it was hard to be anywhere in South Korea without hearing about them.

Taehyung was equally, if not more so, charming than Jimin. Between the two of them, your glass was never empty and anything you wanted or needed they didn’t hesitate to get for you, no questions asked. Again, the conversation seemed to revolve entirely around you. Jimin and Taehyung seemed to have an abundance of questions to ask and never seemed to grow tired of listening to your answers. At first, you were suspicious that this was some kind of double date set up, but besides the pointed looks Jimin and Taehyung would exchange when they thought you weren’t looking, Taehyung never made a move on you.

You were equally relieved and disappointed.

-0-0-0-

“You gotta relax baby.” Jimin’s voice is soothing as he helps spread you open for Taehyung to slide inside your ass.

You try not to tense, but it burns as Taehyung slips the head of his cock inside you and buries his face in your neck. You close your eyes and grasp at Taehyung’s forearms as you feel your body stretch to accommodate his thick length.

You pant and clench when Taehyung bottoms out at the same time Jimin’s warm, wet mouth latches onto your nipple. His tongue laves over it before suckling softly.

“You need to hurry up Jiminie,” Taehyung’s voice is a strained groan as he tries not to thrust, “I’m gonna end up blowing my load before you even get inside of her. Our girl feels like heaven. I swear she was made for us.”

-0-0-0-

Before long, the four of you were constant companions and you found yourself squeezed between the two kpop idols more often than not. You didn’t find it odd when Jimin and Taehyung would bring you coffee to your office or leave you random gifts they brought back from trips to foreign countries. You assumed they did the same for Ji-Hye.

Then one day, Ji-Hye was visiting your office and was fiddling with a beautiful golden paperweight on your desk. When you casually mentioned that the boys had brought it back from their most recent visit to America, she had gotten the strangest look on her face. She left shortly after that and you shrugged off the look. Ji-Hye was always pretty straight forward with you, so you figured the look probably had something to do with a scheduling conflict she had coming up, but you couldn’t let go of the feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

Later that week you were finally able to pry out of her that the boys, that Jimin, never brought her gifts or coffee or anything. That things seem to be cooling off between them and she didn’t know what to do. That Jimin hadn’t had sex with her since the night he met you. While her tone wasn’t in any way accusatory, you still felt like she blamed you. You decided the only way to fix this was to stop accepting their gifts and to distance yourself from them.

Your decision to avoid them was your second mistake.

-0-0-0-

Taehyung nuzzles your neck as his hands grip your thighs to spread you wider for Jimin. You glide your fingers through Jimin’s hair before his mouth unlatches from your nipple with a wet pop. He sits back on his knees and strokes himself slowly.

“Look at you Jagi. Spread open and so slick and swollen. You’re dripping for us. Such a pretty picture.”

You can feel your breath catch when he lines himself up, running his length slowly along your slit. He presses a hand against your abdomen to hold you still as he slowly feeds his cock into you. His eyes are locked onto the place where you are joined.

“That’s it baby. I know it’s a tight fit, but you can do it. Take it all.”

-0-0-0-

You could freely admit that it wasn’t easy avoiding them and your heart clenched painfully every time you returned a gift they left. You questioned whether you were making the right choice because even though you were doing this for Ji-Hye, your friendship was still strained. You hoped that she would see the lengths you were willing to go for her. You hoped that this would fix her relationship with Jimin, but you had the feeling that your friendship would never be the same.

After almost two months of having successfully avoided the boys, you were caught off guard to receive a phone call from Ji-Hye begging you to come out with them to an art exhibit. You declined at first, but after hearing the desperation in her voice you reluctantly agreed.

Walking up to the gallery, you could see them standing outside waiting for you. Ji-Hye looked visibly upset while Jimin and Taehyung looked tense. Taehyung’s expression was stony indifference and Jimin seemed agitated. When they finally noticed you, all their expressions changed. Jimin and Taehyung immediately straightened up and large, happy grins spread across their faces. They both reached for you at the same time and you ended up pressed between them in a warm hug. When you glanced at Ji-Hye, she gave you a forced smile. The evening was spent with you wrapped up between the boys as they showed you the art pieces they loved and while you tried to include Ji-Hye, she was quiet and seemed distracted.

This started a pattern where Ji-Hye would continually invite you out places and make you feel guilty if you refused. You would finally agree and before the trio noticed you arrived, the boys would look angry and Ji-Hye would look upset. Once you alerted them to your presence, Taehyung and Jimin would positively beam and shower you with attention, while Ji-Hye would watch you three with an odd look on her face, almost as if she was trying to solve a puzzle.

Letting Ji-Hye guilt you into these outings was your third mistake.

-0-0-0-

“So good baby, So tight.”

You didn’t have words to describe how full you felt. Pressed between the two idols, one sliding out as the other pushed in. Jimin licked inside your mouth before kissing you deeply, one hand holding your hip while the other held the back of your head.

Taehyung was leaving wet, sloppy kisses on your neck between whispers of affection and hard thrusts of his hips. You let Jimin dominate your mouth, his tongue swallowing your gasps and moans.

You could feel your orgasm building inside of you. It was coming on fast and you felt yourself press closer to Jimin, trying to rub your clit against him.

“You gonna come pretty baby? You gonna come all over us?” You felt the warm fingers of Taehyung’s hand snake down your body before circling your clit.

The feel of Taehyung’s warm fingers touching your hot, slippery clit sent you into an immediate, explosive orgasm. Jimin pulled away from your mouth and let out a guttural “Fuck!” at the feeling of you clenching and shivering around him.

-0-0-0-

This happened several times before something in Ji-Hye’s countenance changed. She seemed happy when you showed up and would immediately monopolize your time together. You almost felt bad for ignoring the kpop superstars, but you were excited to have your friend back. It was almost like before, except for the smug smiles she would give the boys that she thought you didn’t notice.

Things continued this way for awhile before everything came to a head at one of Bighit Entertainment's exclusive idol parties. You had never been to one, but Ji-Hye was invited and asked you to be her plus one. You readily agreed, equal parts excited to attend an idol party and see the guys in tuxedos. Once at the party, you went to the bar while Ji-Hye went looking for Jimin.

That was where you met Jung Hoseok.

He sidled up next to you and introduced himself before commenting on how clever Ji-Hye was. Hoseok remarked that while he didn’t agree with Ji-Hye’s tactics, he could appreciate such an underhanded move. It was practically criminal. When you voiced your confusion to what Hoseok was referring to, he smiled genuinely at your naivety before explaining everything.

Jimin and Taehyung were clearly in love with you. Jimin hadn’t broken up with Ji-Hye because she was your best friend and he knew that you wouldn’t choose him over your friendship. But Jimin was selfish and still wanted to be around you. Ji-Hye realized this and used it to her advantage. She loved Jimin and wanted to keep him. When he started distancing himself from her, she would entice him out places with the promise of you being there. Taehyung would come too because he was equally, if not more, in love with you than Jimin. Ji-Hye would flaunt you in front of them knowing that you were what they desperately wanted, but couldn’t have.

It was cruel and it was vicious.

-0-0-0-

You could feel yourself gush around your boys, their grips tightening on you as they thrust. The wet sounds your body was making urging them on.

“Fuck jagi, is this all for us?” Jimin’s words were breathless as he slowed his pace, leaning back to watch his cock slide in and out of your dripping cunt.

“I told you Jiminie,” Taehyung’s voice was husky and deep, “She’s the one. Our girl was made for us. Weren’t you baby?”

You can do little more than nod and turn your head against Taehyung’s shoulder, peppering kisses on his neck. You feel him groan against you and pick up the pace, sliding into you harder.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna come soon. You gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up?”

Jimin’s words cause you to clench and tighten, both men gasping at the sensation.

“You like that jagi? You like hearing how Jiminie is gonna fill up that perfect little cunt of yours? How the thought of you dripping with our come has me ready to flood this tight, beautiful ass?”

You can’t stop your orgasm at Taehyung’s words. Your body trembles and squeezes both boys inside you, triggering their own ends. Jimin presses against you, his mouth open in a quiet groan as his thrusts turn sloppy and uncoordinated. Taehyung is completely still, his breathing harsh as he pulses inside you, both men filling you up.

“That’s it pretty baby, let us give you everything.”

-0-0-0-

And in the end, it was all true.

The confrontation between yourself, Ji-Hye, Jimin, and Taehyung was brief and anti-climactic and could hardly be called a confrontation at all.

Ji-Hye admitted to everything. Disregarding your years of friendship in pursuit of trying to keep her dying relationship intact. Jimin and Taehyung both confessed to being in love with you and while they did not go about handling it in the right way, they did not regret a thing.

You were saddened to know that you lost your best friend, even though you could admit, if only to yourself, that you hadn’t felt like best friends in a long time. And while you did care a great deal for the kpop superstars, you weren’t sure if it was love.

But you were willing to find out.

-0-0-0-

Jimin continues to press soft kisses against your forehead before pulling out, watching his come leak out of you.

“Oh baby, that’s a beautiful sight.” You smile bashfully at his words and feel Taehyung shift behind you before slipping out completely.

“You’re perfect baby. Jimin knew the moment he saw your picture that you were the one for us.” Taehyung presses a soft kiss to your shoulder as he maneuvers your body against the soft pillows on the large bed.

“My picture?” You ask, as you sink further into the pillows and blankets, feeling boneless and completely satisfied.

Jimin and Taehyung share a significant look that causes you to tense in alarm. “What about my picture? What aren’t you telling me?”

Taehyung quickly disappears into the adjoining bathroom, while Jimin slides up the bed to lay next to you, softly running his fingers through your hair.

“Don’t get upset jagi. Please don’t get upset. It’s just that when Ji-Hye and I started seeing each other, she talked about you a lot. It's hard to trust people in this industry. I had to make sure you were legit.”

You nod in understanding to Jimin’s words when Taehyung returns with a warm wash cloth and proceeds to clean you gently between your legs.

“Hoseok-hyung was able to get your personal files easily enough and once I saw your pretty face, I was hooked. I had to learn everything I possibly could, but I wanted more. I wanted to meet you. I was able to talk Ji-Hye into introducing us, and that first night was incredible. You are incredible baby. I had to tell Taehyung.”

You glance at Taehyung, who had discarded the used wash cloth and was slowly running his fingertips along your side. “It’s true. You were all he could talk about. He told me that you were our girl, that you were meant for us. I wanted to meet you, so he had Ji-Hye set it up. Jimin was right, the moment I saw you… I knew you were the one.”

You try to sit up, glaring at Jimin, “You used Ji-Hye! That’s not right. She didn’t deserve that.”

“Yes, I used Ji-Hye, but Ji-Hye used you too. Who cares. The fact is that we don’t love Ji-Hye. We love you. You’re our girl.” Jimin’s words were soft, but firm. He pressed a kiss to your temple before showering your face in softer, sweeter kisses as he presses you back against the bed.

“And we’re your boys.” Taehyung’s words came out muffled from the press of his lips on your stomach.

When Taehyung's kisses shift lower and he slides your legs over his shoulders, you close your eyes and accept the truth… they are your boys.

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darawonplease · 3 years

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trauma. ch9 – wrong judgment.

Dara and Jiwon are ordered to spend more time together by YG sajang-nim himself. Jiwon finally learns the truth about that night.

chapter 9 - wrong judgment.

a.n. I feel bad making the characters go through such hardships and drama, I know you all want them to be happy (together or not). I initially thought of this series to have a k-drama tone to it, it might get frustrating, but I promise you I’ll try to be more light-handed and give more space for them to shine so that we can actually root for them.

[3 days before the script read-through]

「Dara's POV」

I took a sip from the cup of tea, maybe I was hoping to escape from Chae’s questions, truth was I was too embarrassed to explain the whole situation to her. How could I when I just couldn’t make sense out of it myself?

She lived at 500 thousand miles of distance from me, but her boiling rage could be felt through the cluster of pixels of our unstable videocall.

“Just explain it to me so that I can understand it right, he literally said you tricked him into going out? Is he out of his mind? What a lunatic bastard!”, Chae nervously pet Pudding In an attempt to calm her nerves but the poor cat didn’t seem to be interested in that sudden display of affection, eager to be left on the floor.

I left the reg mug on the countertop as I whined at my phone, “I don’t know Chaerin-ah~ He literally said I did all of ‘that’ just to go with him”,

“What does he mean by ‘that’ anyways? Did you ask for explanations?”.

“I meant to ask him but we were interrupted by his manager and despite that… I don’t dare to ask him anything at this point!”.

“Unnie, you shouldn’t receive accusation without defending yourself! As if you forced him to go out with you! The nerve to accuse you like that! I told you, men only give headaches!”.

“He really looked disappointed tho…”.

“Stop defending him, you should start defending your feelings, first that selfish idiot of ji, then that opportunistic actor and now this compulsive liar of Jiwon oppa? You seem to attract bad men only”, she concluded.

[…]

“I told you, I predicted Jiwon oppa’s love-life will be troublesome as he’s always surrounded by women! Better stay away from men like that*”. Narae commented as she checked the colorful design the nail tech was executing.

(* //On an old tv program, an 18y/o Narae, pretended to be a shaman and predicted Eun Jiwon to always be surrounded by women, making his love life messy and troublesome.)

I glanced at the selca we shot at the tent bar, I just couldn’t take my eyes off from his eye-smile and his slightly flushed cheeks. He usually carried around a brooding look, that’s why the cheeky smirk on his face felt so much unlike him. Perhaps, that’s how the real Jiwon looked. Well, how could I know anyway? I knew nothing of him.

It seemed as if I had told him everything of me and yet, I really knew nothing of him outside his career. Our relationship was one-sided from the very start.

(//refer to chapter 3)

“I preferred it when you didn’t even look my way”, I sighed.

For once, I thought I became mature when it came to love. For once I knew what was better for me, I knew I had to keep distances, admiring him from afar to avoid hurting myself, not to ruin the perfect image I had of him. Just like a majestic fire, I got too close and got burned.

I almost surrendered at the thought, “He must really hate me right now, doesn’t he? Was I a fool for believing there was something between the two of us?”.

Some part of me didn’t want to blame him although his scenario didn’t look any different from the disappointing ones I had experienced before. He seemed different, but then again, the other all seemed different when I first met them. “Stupid me! How come I fell for that again!”.

I finally understood that I had to give up all my feelings for him at once to protect my heart. I had to go back to admiring him as a junior. No fantasising, no assuming.

How I wished I could’ve avoided him just enough to heal my broken heart, yet he kept appearing in front of me.

Why was fate so cruel to me?

「End of POV」

[…]

[The day after the script read-through]

“Come on Hyung, I promised the others you’d come”, Mino whined on the phone, working his best aegyo against an uninterested Jiwon on the other side of the line.

“Is Seungyoon-ie coming?”, he sighed before asking.

“I told you, all members are coming, we’re going to eat barbeque right after-…I’ll pay”.

Jiwon had planned a long session of World of Warcraft for the night, but his favorite junior’s insistencies and a good free meal were good enough for a change of plan.

“Send me the address”, he surrendered before closing the call.

Jiwon lazily sat beside Mino once arrived at the Karaoke place, immediately resting his tired body on the red cushions.

“Oh no”, the hoobae thought to himself at the sight of Jiwon’s eyelids slightly closing.

“Hyung, choose something to sing while we wait for Seungyoon-ie!”, Mino quickly shoved the music book on Jiwon’s lap, he perfectly knew that he’d be capable of sleeping right there and then and there was no way in hell all four members of Winner wanted to lift his dead-weight again out of the room.

“Hi guys!”, a female voice could be heard from behind his back.

“This can’t be it”, Jiwon cursed Mino with his eyes.

“Dara unnie! You finally came!”, Jinu exhorted as he made his way to go hug her.

“I’m going”, Jiwon immediately stood up only to be stopped by Hoon’s arm, “You just got here Hyung! Where are you going?”.

He silently sighed and sat down again,“Why didn’t you tell me she was coming too?”, Jiwon lightly slapped Mino’s arm with the back of his hand to catch his attention. He wasn’t ready to face her, not when he had such mixed feelings in her regards.

Mino tilted his head, “Eh? Why? Is anything wrong?”.

“No, nothing”, Jiwon’s expression was gloomier than ever.

He secretly threw a glance at her. She looked melancholic, no matter how much she tried to conceal it around Winner.

“Dara Nuna? Is everything ok? Why the pouty face?”, Jinu didn’t take long to actually notice, he wasn’t her cherished dongsaeng for no reason.

“Huh? Did YG sajang-nim scold you?”.

“N-no it’s nothing like that, I’m okay, I swear you guys! Come on let’s sing”.

Jiwon glanced at her for a second too long, she sure sucked at concealing her true feelings.

[…]

[Jiwon’s solo mv shooting – DAY1]

“You clearly told me about your feelings the other day, since we’re professionals let’s just pretend it never happened and get it over with. I won’t bother you anymore so don’t get in my way either”.

The coldness in her tone took Jiwon by surprise, there was something different about her that day. It seemed as if he could see his own self reflected onto her. Cold, unreachable, stoic. Being on the receiving end sure felt hurtful.

How could such a phrase be told by her gentle cherry pink lips? The melancholic expression he had seen on her at the karaoke room completely vanished, replaced by an emotionless glance that somehow felt aggressive.

“Sure”, he pierced her through with the same energy but that didn’t seem to faze her at all.

“CUT! That didn’t seem right, let’s do it again!”.

The stylist hurriedly fixed their hair before disappearing behind the film director.

“Ok, now get closer, slowly!”.

Jiwon cupped Dara’s cheek, shifting his weight on his right hand as he carefully descended into the velvety couch she was laying on. Their eyes met for a few seconds before Dara panicked, scattering her attention anywhere but on Jiwon.

“CUT!”, film director Kim yelled.

The managers looked at each other, concerned by the grim expression on Mr. Kim’s face.

“This is no good, why can’t I feel the chemistry between the two leads? When you interact, I feel uncomfortable too!”.

“I apologize, Director Kim! I’ll try harder!”, Dara quickly bowed with her head.

“Let’s switch to the individual shots, quicky!”.

[...]

Director Kim trapped the managers in an empty spot of the set.

“Dohyun-ssi, Wonjun-ssi, I’ve called you here because I think we made a mistake casting Miss Sandara for the female role, I thought Mr. Yang chose her because of their strong affinity but it just feels like they’re worse than enemies on screen! This won’t work, we need to recast someone else, I won’t put up with this again!”.

“Mr. Kim, I wish I could avoid putting you in an uncomfortable spot but… please look at this”, Dohyun raised his phone, showing the main Naver page, his gaze purposely avoiding the director’s.

“Sandara Park confirmed an appearance on Eun Jiwon’s solo M/V”

“Huh? This is not good, this is terrible! I need have a serious talk with Mr. Yang!”.

[…]

「Dara's POV」

I couldn’t believe YG Sajang-nim actually convoked me to the 7th floor with him.

I glimpsed at President Yang: the moment he adjusted his old gray cap right after crossing his legs I knew I would be nagged at.

“Dara-yah, I thought you were excited to finally work with Jiwon, then why did the director have to complain to me?”.

“I’m sorry president, I’ll try my best”.

“What’s the problem? You don’t like each other? Why are you seated so far apart from one another?”.

maybe because he makes every cell in my body uncomfortable, but I can’t really say that aloud, can I?

We exchanged guilty looks and proceeded to silently scoot a bit towards the center of the long sofa that ran through the CEO’s office.

“The scenes looked fine to me though”. Jiwon interjected, scratching the back of his head as he leaned back onto the seat.

“Fine is not enough. If we want this promotion to work it’ll need to look like you two are very close, that’s why I decided to take action with your respective managers”.

Dohyun rarely had me wondering about his whereabouts, lately he had been fixing my schedule without informing me, that’s how he agreed to my appearance in Jiwon’s MV without my approval.

I nervously started fidgeting, “What do you mean by that President Yang?”.

“They’ll arrange you to participate on the same shows so that you’ll have the time to know one another, become comfortable and also make some public appearance, the shows will air right before and right after the release of Jiwon’s solo album, to increase the public’s interest”.

“I-is that really necessary Mr. President?”, he objected.

as if I wanted to spend any more time with you, Mr. Precious.

“It wouldn’t have been if you had worked harder on your affinity on screen, but you two left me no choice, It’s decided”.

And at that moment I realized, I was done for.

「End of POV」

[…]

[The day of Sechskies’ concert]

“Dara-yah! I didn’t know you came, why didn’t you tell me?”. Suwon immediately sprinted towards the disguised Sandara, the white mask covered her features well and yet- you could really tell her identity because of her unique timid demeanour.

“She’s here too? When will she stop appearing before my very eyes? This is becoming ridiculous”, Jiwon thought as he rolled his eyes away from her image reflected on the mirror right in front of him.

“Was she forced to come here too because the CEO asked us to spend more time together?”. Jiwon couldn’t help but quietly huff alone at the hair-styling station while all the other members and staff were busy smothering Sandara with attention.

“This is the first time I pre-order a ticket by myself, I wasn’t sure how it worked so I waited to tell you, in case the purchase didn’t go through”, she chuckled, slightly embarrassed at her own computer illiteracy.

“What? She did it by herself? No way”, Jiwon continued to silently judge her.

“Why haven’t you contacted me? The staff would’ve provided you with a VIP ticket for free”, Suwon pointed out after helping her carry a basket to the glass tabletop in the middle of the waiting room.

“It was difficult, but I really wanted to support Sechskies since it’s your last concert for the tour, and also- I’ve recently visited the Philippines, so I decided to bring you something to snack on!”.

“Does she ever stop smiling like that? Aren’t her cheeks sore?”, he unknowingly found himself scrutinizing her, all the attention was diverted onto her anyway, why bother ignoring her presence?

Dara readily informed the staff that the big basket of Filipino delicacies was there for them to enjoy and proceeded to distribute individual paper bags to each member.

“Here”, she extended her arms and offered one to Jiwon. He glared at her straight away, not averting his gaze for a second.

Her heart was about to jump out from her chest, “Why is he staring so intensely at me?”, she was not sure if that was meant to make her uneasy or was just his way of dealing with people.

“Here you go!”, she forced a smile and immediately dropped the bag in Jiwon’s hands.

“That’s very thoughtful of you Dara-yah, you’re the best!”, Jaeduck opened his own with anticipation, clearly moved by that simple considerate act.

Jaejin waved a yellow post-it he had just found and questioned: “Is this note supposed to be here?”.

“Oh- that! I figured a couple of encouraging words would be nice!”, she beamed warmly, making her eyes disappear in two cute half-moons.

Jiwon looked down and casually searched for the piece of paper in question amid the packets of chips and fruits, but failing to find it. His eyebrow twitched a little, why was he so bothered by it? Not that he should really care about a stupid note. But why did everyone receive one but him? Was she being petty out of revenge?

Suwon proceeded to attentively read his: “Mine says ‘Thank you for being such a good friend, you improved a lot Suwon-Oppa, fighting!’ ”

“Oh no- don’t read it out loud! It’s embarrassing-… I’ll get going then”.

“I’ll escort you”, Jiwon suddenly stood up and closely followed behind her with a couple of pink hair rollers still attached to his black hair.

An awkward silence wrapped the two of them as they silently walked beside one another through the venue hallways.

“You were the one who told me to get it over with. So why are you being so petty to act in such a childish way?”, he stopped in his tracks.

“Did you accompany me just to say this?”. Dara turned around to face him, glaring at him like she never did with anybody else before, “I’m tired of being accused like this, I’m going”, she turned her back on him without hesitation and crossed the door.

“That woman is unbelievable”, a growl left Jiwon’s mouth as he angrily stomped back towards the waiting room.

“Oh- look hyung, there’s a sticky note attached to your sole”, Jaeduck pointed out as soon as Jiwon sat down at the styling station.

He lifted his shoe only to find the yellow post-it he was searching for.

[Jiwon Oppa fighting! Congrats on your solo debut, enjoy the snacks!]

He sighed at the sight of those supporting words. Why did she have to be so kind for? Perhaps he had a hard time accepting she was more mature than him, in fact, it seemed like he was the only one who didn’t “get over it” between the two of them.

No, she was the cunning woman who manipulated his friend into helping her orchestrate that date.

“Was she?”, he shook his head. Of course, she was. And yet, this time Jiwon was the one at fault. He had just accused her of something she didn’t do. He felt apologetic, but how could you ask forgiveness for something so irreparable? As he said, some things are better left in pieces or you’ll get hurt fixing them.

Wasn’t that exactly what he was hoping for? That annoying woman would definitely stop bothering him. And yet, he couldn’t accept it.

“Come on hyung~ I know you’re trying to keep it a secret, but you’re so obvious, why would you accompany her otherwise?”, Jaeduck interrupted his reflection, playfully nudging his leader to make him spill the beans.

“Suwon-ah, we need to talk”, Jiwon grabbed his member’s arm and dragged him along towards the next room.

“YOU BASTARD TRAITOR!”. Jiwon’s voice was so powerful that it could be heard through the thick wall separating the two waiting rooms.

“Do you think they’re doing fine hyung?”. Jaeduck tilted his head at Jaejin, slightly concerned for their dear maknae.

“It’s fine as long as we’re not involved”, the rapper chuckled calmly while Jiwon’s voice got louder and louder.

“J-jiwon hyung, you’re ruining my stage clothes…”, a droplet of sweat dribbled down Suwon’s forehead as Jiwon didn’t seem to release the grip on his collar any sooner. .

“How could you help her and set me up for that stupid date?!”.

(//Poor Suwon-…)

“H-help her? What are you talking about hyung?”.

“Just admit it, you bastard! We’ve known each other for 23 years old but you sold me to her!”

“Wait- are you talking about Sandara?”.

“I see you’ve stopped playing dumb Suwon”.

“I just told her to let you loosen up a bit! Why are you so mad for hyung?”, he protected his face with his arms as his last resource, ready to get beaten by the leader, “It’s not even me who sent that message, it was Jaeduck hyung!”. He didn’t hesitate to throw his hyung under the bus.

Jiwon’s fist dangerously got nearer to the maknae’s face.

“N-no Hyung! You must be mistaken, I never helped her go out with you!”, Suwon’s voice cracked under pressure.

[after a throughout and embarrassing explanation of the events leading to the misunderstanding…]

“How could you even believe we set you up Hyung?”.

“It’s not my fault I kept seeing you huddled up with Sandara at all times”, Jiwon protested, not even looking at him.

“I wasn’t huddled u—wait, have you been spying on us?”.

“I-it’s not like I was spying on you! You two were always in my way!”, the leader complained, scoffing at Suwon’s assumptions although they were in part true.

“You’ve become so diffident throughout the years Hyung, you always feel the need to push everyone away”, Suwon leaned on the wall behind him, a sudden sense of calm and wiseness possessing him, “She’s different, isn’t she?”, he continued.

(//Suwon dropping truth bombs is everything we ever wanted)

“What are you even talking about…?”, Jiwon nervously rebutted.

“You usually straighten things out with women, you’re upfront If you’re uninterested in them. With her? You even came up with a reason to despise her because you can’t accept the fact you actually like her”.

“L-like her?”, Jiwon was suddenly reminded of how intrusively her face kept appearing in his thoughts, “W-what the fuck are you even talking about?”, a weak murmur came out of his mouths, he was almost embarrassed by how non-confidently he was denying it.

“I’m sure you’ve been acting strange around her because of this”.

Suwon wasn’t wrong, he had been unkind to her, whether in his mind or verbally when she didn’t deserve any of that.

“You sure don’t know Sandara very well, she’s a good and honest person, just be kind to her from now on hyung”, he sighed.

“I-…”.

“Jiwon, Suwon? You’re on stage in 5 minutes!”.

[…]

「Dara's POV」

I hurriedly got back to my seat, careful to put my disguise on not to be recognized by the fans. I was a yellowkie that day.

The huge led cubes turned fiery red were accompanied by a suspenseful beat that slowly grew, just like the anticipation of the audience.

A figure appeared at the center of the rising platform, hidden by a thick cloud of smoke. My heart skipped a beat, it seemed as if I was catapulted back into the 90s, I wasn’t Sandara Park the celebrity anymore, I felt like the sensible teenager who squirmed at Sechskies’ posters in her room in the Philippines again.

The crescendo stopped, the roaring of the crowd making itself heard. I held my breath for a second until the opening song started.

My place was among the crowd, cheering him from afar. Not on stage with him.

♪ I’m dizzy, I’m spinning I wanna close my eyes now I’m dizzy, I’m spinning I’m getting vertigo from thinking about you ♪

[Vertigo – SECHSKIES]

I jumped at the beat, waving the lightstick like crazy. If that was the energy I was consuming for the opening song, I wasn’t sure how could I survive the rest of the concert.

♪ Like the TV that’s turned off We’ve ended But I’m here What am I waiting for? ♪

“We’ve ended, but I’m here. What am I waiting for…?”.

My pace slowed, why did I relate so much with the lyrics? I shook my head to get out all of those intruding thoughts. Why was my heart even acting up?

♪ I wanna run away but I’m at the same place every day My head is about to break from thinking of you ♪

I wish there was a switch to turn it off. That wasn’t the right time to start thinking about him again, I just had to enjoy the show. I was there for SECHSKIES, not to feed my sadness over him.

I was left in awe, his energy was explosive. My eyes were naturally drawn to him, there was no point in denying his charisma. He was born to be a star.

How I wished I could stand on a stage again. Just wishful thinking. Seeing him perform with such infectious energy reminded me of why I wanted to become a singer in the first place.

Seeing Sechskies perform together made me feel hopeful; no matter how lost I felt. I secretly hoped I could find my own way only to go back to sing with 2NE1.

A small teardrop of joy fell from my eyes as I kept cheering on them.

[…]

“Dara-yah! Did you have fun?”, Jaeduck enthusiastically asked me as he held my hands.

“Lots of it! I felt like a teenager again~ ”.

Suwon wiped away the sweat on his neck and joined the conversation.

“You’re here! I still can’t believe you managed to make it to our last concert, thank you so much for the support”.

“We’re grabbing dinner with the staff, are you coming Dara-yah?”.

“I-…”, I looked at Jiwon from a distance and squirmed, “I’ll join you next time! I have a shooting tomorrow morning”. I dismissed myself and left after a round of farewells.

I stepped out of the elevator and caught a glimpse of my red car under the pouring rain. There it was my luck for that day. “If only I had grabbed my umbrella…”, I clutched the hoodie and pushed it onto my head, quickly accepting the idea I’d definitely get drenched wet. I sprinted towards the parking lot, careful to avoid all of the puddles in my way.

“Dara wait!”.

The sloshing sound of steps in the rain followed behind me as I slowly turned around towards the voice calling my name.

“Y-you…?”.

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Living Life Through A Lens: Chapter Two

Chapter 2: Adjusting

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Warnings: None

[3:12 AM EST]

32 missed calls from Irene (Cellphone)

20 missed calls from Irene (Work)

14 missed calls from Home

104 messages from Irene (Cellphone)

You read on your phone before putting it faced down on the counter. It was the early morning and you were set to leave for the airport in an hour. It had been two days since you found out Irene had been cheating on you. You were in the kitchen of your own apartment surrounded by boxes filled with your belongings that you were going to need in Korea. Every time you were booked for a job you learned what to pack and what not to pack, you were a seasoned pro at moving by now. As a force of habit, you found yourself making four boiled eggs, only after peeling and plating them did you realize your mistake. You're in every single thing I do Irene, fuck. Already in a depressed mood you put two aside and took yours to the living room and switched on the TV for the early morning news.

“In Canadian celebrity news! Universal’s Youngest Director Y/N known for her recent documentary on the Jonas Brothers has good news business wise, but we can’t say the same for her personal life! You’ve got to be kidding me. Out of all celebrities you’re the star of today’s segment? To humour yourself you listen to your segment on the news.

“Universal’s Youngest Director Y/N has recently made big moves within her company. The 23 year-old landed the Jonas Brothers as her first gig in the Hollywood movie industry. Yesterday her company along with YG Entertainment both made a statement regarding the documentary Y/N plans to film featuring the South Korean girl group Blackpink. If this is true, Y/N is on track to making the most anticipated documentary this year considering the large and dedicated fanbase Blackpink is known to have. This is all good news for Y/N, but with good news comes bad news. Y/N and her high school sweetheart are rumored to have broken up. There’s more to come after break.” Not wanting to hear any more you shut off the TV, but before you could start looking for something to distract yourself you hear your phone ring. Please be Lex.

Turns out it was Lex. You two didn’t talk much on the way to the airport, just the simple hello and good morning. One thing you appreciated about Lex was that she gave you your space when you needed it. She didn’t push until you were ready to open up and when you were ready, she simply listened. As you neared the airport entrance, Lex broke the silence in the car, “there’s going to be a lot of press on the way in.”

You sigh while also getting ready to put in your earbuds and glasses, “I know. Just hold my hand?”

“Of course. Let’s go.” Lex replies as she puts her hand in yours giving it a slight squeeze as to comfort you before opening up the door.

You never had this much paparazzi show up for you before. At red carpets it was a given and even after your press releases you expected a few, but not like this. Because of the overwhelming amount of people with cameras and microphones being shoved in your face, you very slowly made your way to the airport entrance.

“Y/N!” “Y/N! How are you doing? How excited are you to work with Blackpink?” “How’s the single life? Are you going to get back together with your ex?” “Y/N!–”

Even with your earphones blaring in your ears you could hear their questions. You should be used to it by now, but on days like today you just weren’t having it. Seconds later you feel the closing space around you open up a bit and then all at once. You turn and see your manager Scott along with your security. Now moving a lot quicker you make your way into the airport.

“Sorry we got caught up at the lights, and then by the time we got out of the SUV you guys were already surrounded,” Scott explained. You nodded and told him it was okay.

You and your team then made your way to the Air Canada booth to check-in. From there it took a while but eventually you got to the security checkpoints. Like clockwork you put all your belongings in the bucket which would eventually make its way through the x-ray. The security attendant on the other side of the full-body scanner then signaled for you to pass through. Passing through there was no beep, but before you could collect your things from the bin the attendant stopped you. Odd. There was no beep?

“Sorry ma’am you forgot something,” she said.

Looking at her up and down you couldn’t see what you had forgotten. “I’m sorry, I’m a little slow today. Was there something I missed?”

“You forgot your smile,” she laughs.

You smile at her and tell her “oh,” although you and Irene were most definitely broken up you felt guilty for smiling back at her for some reason.

“I guess that line wasn’t smooth enough to get your number?”

“No, it was good but I’m afraid I’m in a much more complicated situation. Tell you what, the next time we meet. And that’s how we’ll know we’re meant to be– I’ll give it to you.”

With a disappointed look on her face but hint of hope in her eyes she lets you pass, moving onto search the next person in line.

After what seemed like hours you and your team were seated at the gate waiting for your flight to be announced. Everything the past three days just seemed to be a blur. You were running on autopilot just doing what needed to be done. Normally it would take days to pack and say goodbye to your friends and family, but this time around it took you a day to do all that. You wanted to cry but something inside you wouldn’t let you. Lost in your thoughts you felt an arm around your shoulder pulling you in, it was Scott.

“As your friend and not your manager I have to ask. Are you doing ok?” His voice was soft and calming, his eyes scanning your face for an honest answer.

“Yeah I’m just thinking. You don’t have to worry, I’ll do a good job with the film.” You say.

“It’s not the film I’m worried about, Y/N. You are one of the happiest people I know and today it’s like you have a dark storm cloud hanging over you now. You're not smiling, laughing or even drinking your coffee.” He says as he points at your hands fiddling with a cup.

Blurting out, “I walked in on Irene cheating on me. The day I got the offer to work with Blackpink. Remember how I told you I was going to tell Universal I wanted a break to spend more time with her and my family? Could you believe I almost made that mistake?”

You could feel Scott freeze in the seat next to you, he was hearing the Irene news for the first time. In fact, besides Lex you hadn’t told anyone the news.

“I wish I could tell you that things will get easier, but even as the world’s best manager I can’t make you that promise… Ugh my love. She was your first love, but the world has so much more in store for you. If there’s anything I’m sure of, it’s just that.”

Resting your head on his shoulder you ask Scott, “can’t your girl just have what you and Jamie have? Is that so much to ask?”

Scott laughs, “You do not want what my husband and I have. I can assure you that. Did I tell you what he did this morning? He used almond milk in my coffee. Almond milk! What does that even mean?”

You laugh for the first time in what seems like years. Talking to Scott never failed to make you feel better. He was the best for advice whether it was professionally or personally; there was something about him that made it comforting no matter the situation. Scott was your first ever manager and he was a constant in both your professional life and personal life. You trusted him with everything. From your relationship down to styling advice you knew you could rely on him.

The flight to Korea was a long one, maybe it was because you had trouble sleeping. The thoughts in your head just kept running. You imagined what your life would be like if you hadn’t walked in on Irene that day. Or if you had rejected the offer right away. Endless scenarios with every single one ending in heartbreak. Eventually after a few hours you were able to fall asleep, even in your dreams you thought of what could’ve been.

[6:34 AM KST]

After landing in Korea you were met with press only this time your security was more prepared. From there you and your team went straight to the hotel as it was the early morning and all businesses were still closed. Once at the hotel you guys took advantage of the 24-hour room service and ordered all your cravings. After stuffing your faces with food and alcohol you guys fell asleep on the same bed. Lex and Scott had their own rooms, but you could tell they wanted to stay with you for moral support.

You hear your alarm go off on the table next to you, if it weren’t for Lex sleeping in the bed next to you or Scott sleeping at your feet you would have let it ring. Quickly you turn over and shut it off before either of them could wake up. Unable to get back to sleep you get up quietly and head for the bathroom. A shower will make me feel better right?

You let the hot water soak your hair and make its way down the rest of your body. Not starting your shower routine, you just stand there gathering your thoughts. You decide that you don’t want to be sad anymore and that you’ll try to get back to normal, whatever your new normal would be. You can’t keep moping around; besides you want to be in the right headspace for your big meeting at YG tomorrow. You're going to meet Blackpink! The voice in your head screams. For the first time in a while you smile.

[10:00 AM KST]

“My head hurts so bad. How much did we drink last night?” Lex says as she rubs her temples. Scott doesn’t say anything, but you know he feels the same way because he too is rubbing his temples.

“I don’t know about you guys but after the second bottle I tapped out. It was almost as if you guys went through the breakup and not me,” you say and laugh.

All three of you were out to breakfast at the restaurant within the hotel, each of you had just finished ordering. You weren’t hungover so you were enjoying the sun coming through the window while enjoying the street view you had of South Korea. Even though your view consisted of your hungover manager and assistant, you still found it beautiful. It was like Toronto in that you were surrounded by tall buildings and concrete, but there was something different about it. It was new and you were excited to learn what is was. Excited that this would be your home for the next year or so.

There was nothing on your schedule for the rest of the day, but because of the jetlag as well as your hungover team you guys decided to rest up. Lex and Scott each went back to their rooms to sleep while you chose to pick an outfit out for tomorrows big meeting. In the end you decided on a white loose-fitting dress shirt, a beige corset, light blue jeans and matching beige YSL heels. It was your first meeting at YG, and because of their reputation you felt like you had to at least look the part. After arranging all your things for the meeting, you decided to kill time on Instagram live, but before you could start you heard your phone ring for what you thought to be the 100th time today. It was Irene, but you weren’t ready to talk to her. You didn’t think you would ever be ready. To take your mind off of her you turned on your live.

Hopping onto Instagram you waited for more fans to join in. The comments came in non-stop, too fast for you to read them. You said hello and told them you would start as soon as more people joined in. You read the comments as they came rushing in, some made you smile and others not.

So pretty omg. Say my name Y/N. PLEASE.

WE’RE BEING FED GUYS THIS IS IT. THE DROUGHT HAS ENDED.

Are you in South Korea? Have you met with Blackpink already?

“Yes! I am in South Korea! And no, I haven’t met them just yet. Guys I’m excited but also super nervous. What should I tell them? Now I know how you all feel when you meet me,” you answer.

YOU SHOULD TELL THEM TO HAVE MY CHILDREN

Where’s her ring from Irene? It’s not on her finger! Did they really break up?

Guys it’s none of our business

Where’s Irene?

LOVE YOU Y/N

Do you miss Irene?

You read through endless comments asking about your girlfriend. It was to be expected; Irene was a star on your previous broadcasts. You would scroll through your Instagram after you had finished and found fan accounts that would make cute clips of you and Irene laughing on live. You loved seeing your fans’ reactions when you would like some of the posts. They would congratulate each other and freak out amongst themselves. It was funny to you to have people invested in your life, but along with that you couldn’t help but feel like it was a double-edged sword. On one side you were admired and looked up to but on the other you had every aspect of your life on social media; everything from the clothes you wear, to the cars your drive down to the jewelry you receive from your loved ones. Everything about your life was posted online.

You answered questions and laughed along with your viewers until you saw a comment left by a username that looked like Irene’s, but to your relief wasn’t. It read I miss you. It made you feel both sad and uneasy that someone could joke around like that. They of course didn’t know what went down between you two, but it didn’t take away the pain you felt in your chest when you first read it. Unable to shake the feeling you told your viewers it was time to go as you wanted to get a goodnight’s rest.

Just when you thought you were over Irene you realized you weren’t. You thought you could get out of the endless cycle that was happiness and then sadness. She was in every part of your routine. In every thought you had, and every dream when you closed your eyes at night. You could feel the tears well up in your eyes. You cried all night until you fell asleep.

[6:30 AM KST]

Instant regret is what you felt as soon as you woke up. You tried your best to cover the dark circles under your eyes, but even the world’s coldest and vitamin infused ice pack couldn’t reduce the puffiness under your eyes. Quickly getting your clothes on you heard a knock at your door. After looking through the small peephole you saw that it was Lex, and most importantly she had coffee.

As soon as you open the door you reach out for your coffee and thank her for it. She hadn’t looked at you yet but after looking up from her phone to turn to look at you she knows right away that you cried the whole night. Not wanting to make you cry early in the morning she quickly changes the subject to your hair.

“How are you going to style it?”

“I was thinking a high pony? And a few pins to hold these strands away from my face? What do you think?” you ask.

She looks at you with both concern but a smile on her face, “sounds good. Now hurry we’re going to meet Blackpink today!”

You still couldn’t believe it. Before taking a sip of your coffee, you clinked cups with Lex and shout, “here’s to a good meeting with Blackpink!”

“And adjusting!” she adds.

Chapter 3 - HERE

#Blackpink #Blackpink imagines #Jennie kim #lalisa manoban #Blackpink Rosé #Blackpink Jisoo

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knjnvrland · 4 years

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Prank Wars - ch. 6

> pairing | jungkook x reader

> word count | 4.5k

> genre | college!au, fluff, smut, angst

> warnings | swearing, some really vanilla sexual acts, fingering, unprotected sex.

> synopsis | College can be a stressful time in anyone’s life as it is, why don’t we throw a little prank war in the mix to make it harder?

> fic masterlist

> A/N | English is not my first language, I’m sorry for the eventual spelling mistake, please let me know if you find any!

CHAPTER 6 - No-Bra Girl

Your room was way too bright, did you forgot to close the windows the night before? You woke up annoyed, feeling like you could sleep for 5 more hours at least, but something inside you said you shouldn’t. You extended your arm to your bedside table to try and reach for your phone, but came up empty. Still dazed, you opened your eyes and took a look around: yup, the curtains were left wide open, and by how bright it was, even for a winter day, you could tell the sun has been up for a while. Alice was still asleep on her bed on the other side of the room, you noticed she had the patience of getting into her pijamas, while you only bothered to take off your jeans and bra and fell asleep wearing the same shirt you had on the night before. Oh! The night before! You knew you should’ve said no to the going out after Hoseok’s performance, but how could you say no to Jimin when he was so happy that he didn’t mess up the backup dancing? Hobi too, was so happy to finally deliver what he had been practicing the entire semester, you just had to go. But you surely didn’t need to drink as much as you did.

You got up with a groan and stretched your back, walking over to Alice’s bed to look for her purse. It was on the floor besides her, as always, and you checked it to see if she had your phone. When you realized it wasn’t there you decided to nudge her just to ask, you knew you needed it for something, you just couldn’t remember what now. Alice turned around, not yet awake, and you nudged her again.

“Hey, Al, do you have my phone?” You whispered, when she seemed more awake.

“Huh?” She opened one of her eyes and looked for your face.

“My phone. I can’t find it, do you have it?” Noticing the confused look in your friend’s face you continued “from last night, you must have took it when we got out”

“Have you checked my purse?” She opened her other eye and letted out a yawn.

You signaled ‘yes’ with your head “it's not there either”. Alice frowned and turned to pick up her stuff, looking once again.

“Then I don’t have it, love, you must have forgotten it at the bar, maybe check if one of the boys have it?” She took her own phone from under her pillow and gave it to you, and you dialed the first number you found: Yoongi’s, obviously.

It rang until it reached his voice mail, and the same happened with every single boy you called next. You began trying to call you own number, hoping whoever had it was a nice enough person to give it back, but with no luck still. You kept calling their numbers and after almost half an hour of it, Alice stopped you.

“They're probably passed out, your phone will appear eventually.” She took her own device back from you. “Maybe focus on studying?”

And that’s when it hit you: all your notes were on your phone. You kept them there so it was easier to study on the go, instead of taking notes in your computer like everyone else. And you had a final in two days and already lost half of all the braincells you could spare that morning in search of one of your stupid friends and brothers. And so the panic ensued. You started to hyperventilate immediately and could tell Alice noticed when her eyes grew twice as big as they usually were.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” She took your hands in hers, a method she learned would help someone to focus. It worked on you for a split second, but then you were back to panicking. There was no way you could have all the work done and all the notes taken again in time for the test, you’d fail and have to repeat the entirety of the class and then you’d mess up all your curriculum and have to postpone other classes to still maybe graduate on time and you knew you had to graduate on time otherwise there would be no way you could maintain yourself without your parent’s help and being the youngest you knew they were getting fed up with their children needing stuff all the time and- “Hey, y/n. Breathe.”

You took a deep breath on auto-pilot and finally focused on Alice on her knees in front of you. “All my notes are on my phone, I really need it today.”

“Ok, I’ll drive to Yoongi’s and see if he has it, I have a key to his place, I’m sure we can find it.” She stood up, and you realized she was already showered and dressed, probably doing it all while you called the guys non stop. “I'll come back as soon as possible, I’m taking my phone but keep your computer on so I can message you on facebook if I find out anything” she gave you a peck on the head and left without looking back.

You started to pace around the room, but finally you realized it was to no use and took your books to the living room, sitting on the floor by the coffee table to try and redo all your work, just in case your phone was lost forever.

Jungkook woke up earlier then he wished he did, but he was getting late on school work because of all the practices and end-of-year games he was playing, so he had to make the best out of his weekends. He had a test on Monday and although it wasn’t a final, yet, it still accounted for a good amount of his grade. He also needed to tidy up the place and get his laundry done. There were few things in life that Jungkook took as seriously as his laundry, he just couldn’t stand dirty clothes piling up and his worst nightmare came through when the washing machine in his building broke. Lucky for him, the dorms were closer than the boy’s place and Alice was nice enough to give him clearance to use the machines that were on the basement, and so he had been doing for a while.

He parked his car as close as he could to the entrance and noticed Alice’s wasn’t in it’s usual place. He went straight to the basement, taking his clothes with him in a white laundry sack. Getting there it wasn’t hard to spot the machine assigned to your floor. The building had three rooms per floor and a machine for each of them, with a couple baskets provided and a schedule on the wall. The time assigned for Alice and you was mornings, but you usually washed your clothes late night, after the other room had taken theirs out, so you wouldn’t have to wait there, just having to return the next morning to retrieve your clean itens. Jungkook didn’t knew this when he first started taking his clothes there, just assuming one of you was faster then him in the mornings.

It was Alice that explained this habit of yours to him, and told him she usually just took your belongings out and left on the basket on top of the machine, so you’d just come and collect it later. He started to do the same and for the first couple of times it was all innocent, but he grew annoyed fairly quick and, just as a small social experiment, started to take an item of your clothing every time he found the washing machine filled with your stuff. It wasn’t supposed to go on for as long as it did, but you never noticed and so he kept going. It has been almost a month now, and he had already filled a drawer at his place with your stuff; mismatched socks, a few shirts, a pair of jeans he knew you liked and even a bra once, granted, but he only took it because the thought of you, at 21, still wearing bras with cute animal printed on them amused him to his core.

He did the same that day, picking up a grey sweater he had seen you wearing a lot lately and putting it inside his bag. He took out his phone to listen to some music while he waited, and realized he had a few missed calls from Alice, and a message on the group chat asking if anyone had seen your phone. He almost forgot about it this morning, but at the last second he remembered to take it with him to drop it off to you. He had done nothing bad to it, just took a couple of selfies so you’d remember who saved your ass when you retrieved it, and just before he could do anything else, another message popped up on the group chat.

Alice (yg gf): srsly guys, where are you? Alice (yg gf): I’m @ Yoongi’s and he’s not here?? Alice (yg gf): Has anyone seen anyone? Alice (yg gf): Jungkook doesn’t seem to be home either??? Alice (yg gf): unless,,,, is he dead? Did any of you finally ended him? Alice (yg gf): (jk JK, ily) Alice (yg gf): aha jk jk, got it? I’m so funny lol

Jungkook chuckled to himself and began to type, but someone else was faster.

RM hyung: what got into you this morning? Alice (yg gf): Finally! Do you know where’s everybody? RM hyung: Nope RM hyung: Just got home, there’s no one here Alice (yg gf): wtf where’s everyone? Your sister’s freaking out RM hyung: ?? Alice (yg gf): she lost her phone Alice (yg gf): all of her notes were on it RM hyung: let me shower and I’ll send her what I have from last year Alice (yg gf): yeah do that Alice (yg gf): and pls let me know if you find anyone else Alice (yg gf): I’m going to Jin’s to see if there’s anyone there RM hyung: for sure RM hyung: ttyl

Jungkook locked his phone and took yours from his other pocket, climbing the stairs to your floor so he could return it to you. He only ringed the doorbell twice before you opened the door. Your hair was a mess and he could tell you still haven’t showered. You were wearing the same shirt as the night before and a pair of sweater pants, and the look you gave him when you opened the door warned him you were not in a good mood.

“Hey..?” He greeted you, uncertain.

“What do you want?” He widened his eyes at your rude response and you felt a bit bad and took a deep breath “I'm just having a terrible morning"

“Something related to this?” Jungkook lifted your phone so you could see it and you grabbed it immediately. It had run out of battery but it sure was yours. “You’re welcome."

“Oh my god I’ve been looking for this all morning” you stepped back inside, going to your room to retrieve your charger and turn your phone back on as soon as possible. “You have no idea the hell I’ve been in without it”

Jungkook followed you, closing the front door behind him. He took in the mess you made out of the living room. There was a cup of probably cold coffee staining the glass table and your books were open everywhere. Your laptop was also open but on the sofa, and he could see the messenger tab opened in Alice’s contact and way more blue messages then gray ones, so you must’ve been spamming her without a break ever since she left. There was a blanket on the floor, even though the heater was on a very high temperature, and he picked up a pink marker on his way to your room that he believed was in your hand just seconds before.

“Really why can’t you pick up your phone?” You plugged in your phone but it wouldn’t turn on just yet, so you were pacing around, picking up stuff and dropping it again, clearly anxious and trying to occupy your hands with something “I've been freaking out since I woke up, you could’ve at least texted Alice last night to tell her you had it. I have to tell her you’re here, she’s driving around town looking for any of you, really, what happened after we left for you all to disappear? Yoongi hates to sleep over anywhere that’s not his house, oh great, now I’m worried something bad happened to anyone else. But if it was serious we would know, right? I just really have to focus on the test I have monday, I can’t stress with anyone else’s business. That’s why I never had friends, they’re so much work! Now I have to worry about weather Jimin and Hobi and oh God even my brothers, I have no idea where they are either and I can’t even begin to-"

Jungkook couldn’t stand your pacing around anymore, and as much as he tried to grab your attention to explain, you never. stopped. talking. So he did the only thing he could think of that would surely shut you up: he kissed you. And you know what? You kissed him back. But only for a second before you pushed him away.

“What the fuck?” You were trying to catch your breath. If because of all the talking or the kiss not even you were sure, but Jungkook had this smug smile on his face and you just hated it.

“I couldn’t shut you up” He stated, like it was nothing.

“Never do that again! What if anyone find’s out oh no they already think there’s something weird between us now is not the time to-“… and he kissed you again. But now he had his hands on your waist, pulling you closer, and you took a little longer to react.

“Will you stop?” You pushed him away, confused about the whole situation.

“You were going to start spiraling again, I’m just doing preventive control”

“I'm not going to deal with this now” you turned around, searching your phone again, but it was still dead. You pretended to check the cord, that you knew for sure was just fine, but could still feel Jungkook’s eyes on you. “Stop looking at me.”

“I'm not.” Jungkook deviated way too fast, just giving you the confirmation that he really was watching.

“What are you still doing here, anyway?” You turned back at him and he had his hand on his back, scratching mindless, the motion lifted his shirt just enough for you to peek at his v line. He wasn’t looking at you, so he didn’t notice it, but when your eyes finally locked, you could see there was something there that was new.

“I don’t know, really. Waiting to see if I have to shut you up again…?” He gave you a boyish smile, and although you tried to remain annoyed, the corner’s of your mouth gave you away. “You liked it.” His smile grew.

“No I didn’t" you were quick to answer this time, trying to get out of your room and back to your studies, but Jungkook held your waist again, softer this time, and made you look at him.

“I can do it again” it was barely a whisper, but you were close enough that you understood it perfectly. You couldn’t deny that the kiss did indeed shut your mind up for a bit, as well as your mouth, and it would be nice to have the distraction. You stood on the tip of your toes and started getting closer to him. But you also had to study quite a lot that day, and Alice would be back any second now.

Jungkook noticed your uncertainty and, before he himself could think too much about this, he closed the distance between the two of you.

This kiss lasted longer, at first he was shy, but when you reciprocated, the both of you established a rhythm and he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, to which you responded doing the same. He had one of his hands still on your waist and the other at the back of your neck, pulling you closer. You had both of yours on his chest, filling him up a little, you admitted. The first move came from you, lowering your fingers through his torso, stopping just at the hem of his shirt. He broke off the kiss and took a good look at your face. Your pupils had doubled in size and a silent question was asked. The answer was your lips back on his. There was anger in the touch, but also passion. He knew the best sex came from either of those scenarios, and the thought of having a bit of both excited him to no end. You motioned for him to take of his shirt and you separated a little for him to do so, finding each other again immediately after. You closed the door and took a few steps back, until you felt the edge of your bed behind your knees. The both of you found the mattress while breaking the kiss for just enough time so you could appreciate his nice physique.

He started to lift off your shirt and you raised your arms to allow him.

“Didn't pick you out as a no-bra girl” he breathed out, trying to mask how turned on he was at the sight of your exposed breasts. You rolled your eyes and pulled him back to you, scratching him on the back of the neck as a warning sign, but it had the opposite effect, as all it took from the boy over you was a moan. “I can play dirty too”.

Jungkook then bit on your lip while moving his hand all the way under you to grab your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze. You jumped a little in surprise, but had no other reaction seeing as not a second later he grinded a bit on you. You opened your legs more as a reflex, letting him get comfortable between them. You started to move your hips a bit, trying to get in sync with him while still keeping the rhythm of the kiss. You could feel how hard he was getting and the sounds he made gave you all the clearance you needed to extend one hand between the two of you and start to draw the outline of his member on his pants. He groaned into the kiss and you could feel yourself getting wet because of the sound and the friction.

You started to kiss his neck and he freed one of his hands only to untie the knot on your sweater pants and make his way in between your legs, starting to move his fingers in circles over your panties. You could feel how hard he was and shoved him from over you so you could both get naked already, before any of you had the chance to second guess what you were doing. You never saw someone take off their pants as fast as Jungkook took his, but you were quick to follow.

Before he could get himself comfortable on top of you again, you signaled for him to lie down on your bed “I like to be on top”, his eyes widened not because he was surprised, honestly, he knew you were a control freak, but the time it took him to get comfortable was enough so he could get a good look at your body and damn, he was turned on. You started to kiss him again and he moved one of his hands to massage your clit in between the two of you.

“Don't you want a little bit more of foreplay?” He broke the kiss again to ask but your only answer was to motion on top of his hard member, silencing him immediately. He helped you get in position and soon enough you could feel him getting inside of you. It took you a moment to adjust to his size. It’s been a while since you last got laid and you admit you started to forget the feeling. “Is this okay?” Jungkook had his hand on your waist, waiting for you to move first, you could tell it was taking a tool on him, but his eyes showed nothing but concern. That is, until you started moving. He closed his eyes and threw his had back as you began to go up and down on him, slowly at first but in a nice rhythm.

He started to help you out a bit, guiding your waist with his hands, and you lowered yourself to kiss his exposed neck a bit more. The position gave you the extra friction you needed and you started to move faster. You bit his collar bones as he moaned, and you could feel his chest getting sweaty, but it didn’t bother you at all. He started to trust harder into you and you could feel yourself getting close to your climax, he grabbed the back of your neck pulling you closer so he could kiss you some more, and you could tell he was not far either, as his movements were starting to get sloppy.

You were really almost there when a sound deviated your attention. On your bedside table your phone had just turned on, and an avalanche of notifications came through all at once. It served as a wake up call and before you could do anything else, you felt Jungkook coming undone under you. You lifted yourself from him and he tried to hug you to keep you close, but you were already getting up from the bed and looking for your clothes. You couldn’t see the expression on the boy’s face as you got dressed again, but confusion was a given. There were few moments in his life where Jungkook was left speechless, specially after having sex with a good looking girl, but you really threw him off. He didn’t know how to react at the sudden change of mood, and could just lay there, watching you get as far from him as possible. Was he that bad at sex? He was sure he wasn’t. Granted, this time wasn’t his best, but he could tell you were enjoying just a moment ago.

You walked to your phone to check what was on it once you were fully dressed again, and with you peripheral vision you could see Jungkook getting up to put on his clothes too. Aside from a few social media notifications, and a few messages from your classmates either asking you for your notes or sending you theirs, it wasn’t much. That is, until you saw a few texts from Alice.

Alice <3: ok asshole I know you have y/n’s phone Alice <3: i’m going home now to tell her Alice <3: and as much as it annoys me Alice <3: i don’t want you dead Alice <3: and you will be as soon as I tell her you have it Alice <3: so you should probably show up Alice <3: like really fast

“You have to go” you didn’t even look at Jungkook and you had no time to worry about hurting his feelings right now “Alice is coming”

“Oh shit, okay.” He only had his shirt left to put back and as he was doing it you got a final glance of his abs. Damn it y/n now was really not the time. “We should talk about this though” Did he catch you staring? From the smirk on his face, probably. But again: now was not the time.

“I was stressed, you were there, no big deal, we talked, now please go” you said while walking to your front door, with Jungkook trailing behind.

“No, I mean it” he was annoyed “I don’t want to make things weird” you took a deep breath with your back turned to him. You didn’t want things to get weird either, and you knew it was best if the two of you took a minute to talk about it, but the thought of Alice getting home and sensing something had happened was mortifying and you didn’t want to risk it.

“It's not weird” you turned to him then, but you didn’t sound convincing at all “really, we’re good, nothing changed, I still find you an asshole, but we’re friends, let’s stay friends, alright?” His lips were pressed together in a thin line and you could not guess what he was thinking at all, but he nodded his head and grabbed his bag he had left by your entrance door. You felt bad all over again so, just as he was leaving you grabbed the hem of his shirt and made him look back at you “we're okay, right?”

He took a second to answer “yeah, we’re okay.” He didn’t change his expression, but you could tell he was genuine, so you let go of him and he left. You closed the door, but only felt relieved once you heard the heavy door of the stairs closing behind him.

You probably stayed a second too long leaning on your door, collecting your thoughts, but your phone started ringing and you noticed it was Namjoon, probably receiving all your facebook messages at once and wondering if you were alive. You would worry about Jungkook some other time, you had a final to ace.

…But you should probably take a shower first and relieve the rest of your stress.

Jungkook got back to the laundry room to get his things, but he didn’t even remember getting there. He was the type of person that liked cuddling after sex, even if it was just a one night stand. He really wasn't used to being thrown out as fast as you did him, and he couldn’t tell if you were really okay or if you hated him. For fuck’s sake, you were his friend's sister, what kind of mess was he getting himself into? By the time he reached the machine, he had already convinced himself that your reaction, although annoying, rude and a little bit hurtful to his ego, was probably for the best. He was removing his clothes from the washing machine when he noticed yours, still on the basket he had put them in. It would probably be there for a while and you would probably forget about it until Alice finds it and brings it up to you.

Without a second thought, he grabbed the basket and dumped all that was on it onto his bag with his stuff. He closed it with a bit of difficulty and got the hell out of there. Jungkook was no thief, he always intended to give you your clothes back, and that hasn’t changed. He was just thinking of a more creative way to do so, now.

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kasey9395 · 4 years

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KOREAN AWARD SHOWS: EXPECT NOTHING

Ahhh...it’s that time of the year again. And no I don’t mean Christmas.

I’m talking about the ‘waking up at 3 AM and suffering through a 3-hour broadcast (not in our language) to see our boys perform at the end’ season that is Korean Music Award Season.

If you came into this K-Pop world as an ARMY then you have witnessed what I’m about to go into first hand.

I have been fortunate enough to have gotten into the fandom when BTS hadn’t yet blown up into the stratosphere so I know the feeling well of BTS walking away with less than what they deserve and learning to not expect anything where these award shows are concerned.

Let me break down the gist of how these shows work if you didn’t already know.

1. If an artist is attending it’s guaranteed, no, GUARANTEED, that they are going home with an award, whether they have earned it or not.

2. Make no mistake, they will literally MAKE UP AN award to give an artist to ensure this.

3. Fans have a say in just about every single award…even the BIG ones! Yep. You read that right. We have a large input, just about the same percentage as judges do, into who gets a Daesang. So, as far as voting goes, the bigger the fandom, the bigger the votes (which really isn’t fair).

4. These award show head honchos, for whatever reason, feel the need to satisfy the Big 3 Companies so it is guaranteed that the Daesangs will be split up to make sure artists from the Bermuda Triangle of Doom always get at least one …meaning, no one artist has EVER won all the Daesangs in a single award show, no matter how much they’ve earned it. Go ahead. Check it. Hell, some of these shows even created a 4th Daesang last year to ensure these groups got one but could still point out that BTS got more than them.

So, essentially, this is where it leaves BTS this year:

The Daesangs are ALBUM, SONG and ARTIST of the Year (barring the 4th).

ALBUM:

- MoTS:Persona is the both the Best Selling Album in Gaon History and more importantly, the world in 2019.

SONG: (Sticking with SK Stats)

- Boy With Luv is the longest charting Top 30 song released in 2019 on Melon, the top streaming site in South Korea. Not just by an ‘Idol Group’ but overall.

- It’s digital index is High.

- It is 1 of only 5 songs released this year with a PAK. The other 4 are solo artist Juggernauts!

- It has 21 Music Show wins under its belt, the most by a mile by any song this year and a record for songs released after 2000.

ARTIST:

Ummmmm……yeah. Not even going to dignify this with a rationalisation.

Having reviewed BTS’ qualifications, here is what SHOULD happen:

They should, at EVERY SINGLE Award Show this year, be sweeping ALL Daesangs because, as the above has shown, they DESERVE and have EARNED those Daesangs.

But What WILL Happen?

- They will not get all simply because Twice exists. As the token group of JYP (one point in the Bermuda Triangle), as long as Twice is attending, one of those Daesangs will go to them. Not hating on Twice here but…that’s how these shows work.

Case in point: No song was bigger than Ikon’s Love Scenario last year, yet Twice won Song of the Year at MAMA simply because YG Artists do not attend MAMA so Ikon wasn’t there.

- Artist and Album should, however, be a lock in for the boys because, really, it’s laughable and outrightly egregious to not give them those 2, especially Artist. But, depending on who those Honchos have to satisfy, I can see BTS losing the Album Daesang too.

And don’t expect them to be a shoe-in to walk away with smaller awards like Best Male Group of the Year or anything with Global in it either. I mean, how can you expect a MALE group who wins the DAESANG for ARTIST OF THE YEAR to win best MALE group award too? Why should the Artist who is dominating the MOST, GLOBALLY (and I have included every artist, not just Korean ones) win an award that judges GLOBAL IMPACT? No. Those awards may just be given to other groups who fit no other criteria for a win. Not that those groups aren’t great boy groups or global either. It’s just that, well, you’re in a category where your competition is BTS. Some things in life should be inevitable.

So to sum it up, those who ae going the positive route and are expecting a Daesang sweep this year…please come back down to reality. Yes, BTS will no doubt win Daesangs but they will not win all. It’s South Korea we’re dealing with after all.

Nor will they win every category in which they are nominated, no matter how far in the lead they are with votes (which are only 1 aspect of judging criteria).

When their name is called, we will know they have won. Simple as that.

And if they aren’t attending, well, expect even less wins.

It’s not that BTS isn’t deserving, it’s just that that’s how those Award Shows work.

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys #RM #suga #yoongi #namjoon #jhope #jin #hoseok #jimin #BTS v #taehyung #jungkook

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beauty and a beat 6: power outage//multigroup crossover

summary : after spending the afternoon with byounggon and the other four members of cix, they’re forced to stay over at your house after their power goes out during a storm.

pairings : reader x byounggon (ft the other members of cix! esp seunghun!!)

word count : 4,851

a/n : this was originally going to be a super long chapter but i decided to chop it in half

(he looks cute here)

reminders:

plain text is english

bold text is korean

italicized bold text is korean with honorifics

“This is really nice,” you commented as you and Byounggon walked through the C9 Entertainment building lobby.

“I think so too.” he agreed. “The food here isn’t as good as YG’s though.”

The two of you stopped in front of a poster of Jinyoung.

“C9′s golden boy,” Byounggon sighed. You nudged him with your shoulder.

“And you’re a part of C9′s golden group.” you reminded him. He looked down at his feet and tried to bite back a smile.

“Cheer up, baby!” you sang, doing an over-exaggerated version of the iconic dance. He snorted and pushed your arms down.

“I’ll stop you before you embarrass yourself.” he whispered. You rolled your eyes and nodded.

“I’ll take you to meet the guys now.” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you towards the elevators.

After a couple minutes of waiting and riding in the elevator, you found yourself waiting outside of one of the practice rooms and listening to muffled laughter and talking.

“Why do I feel nervous?” you asked, running your hands over your jeans to get rid of any moisture.

“You don’t need to feel nervous.” he assured you. He opened the door and slightly entered the room.

“Guys, my friend is here.” he announced.

“Tell them to come in,” you heard from inside of the room. Byounggon stuck his head out into the hallway and motioned for you to come inside of the room.

You sighed softly and walked in. You shared a split second of eye contact with all of them before bowing.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N).” you greeted them before smiling as if your heart wasn’t on the verge of falling out of your chest.

“Byounggon...” one boy started.

“You didn’t tell us she was...” another trailed.

“Tall? Yeah, I get that a lot.” you laughed. The other boys laughed too.

“Byounggon, should we introduce ourselves?” Seunghun asked Byounggon. The older boy shrugged.

“Might as well.”

They introduced themselves one by one and you felt yourself smile after they all finished.

“So...are you like the female version of Han Hyunmin?” Yonghee asked. “Your Korean is really good.”

You shook your head. “Nope, both of my parents are mostly African American. I decided to start learning Korean when I was younger and my sister encouraged me.”

“That’s really impressive.” Seunghun said, sitting on the floor of the practice room. Everyone else in the room sat on the floor with you and Byounggon sitting next to each other and Seunghun sitting across from you. “How were you able to stay so focused?”

“My brother-in-law is Chinese and my sister promised to get me Korean language books if I promised to learn some of the same phrases in Mandarin.” you explained. They nodded in response.

“And just so you guys know, you don’t have to speak so formally. I’m younger than Jinyoung.” you informed the boys, surprising them.

“Really?” Jinyoung asked. You nodded.

“People usually think that I’m older than I actually am because I’m tall.” you clarified.

“So are you fluent in Mandarin?” Hyunsuk asked. You shook your head.

“I’m not fluent but I wouldn’t be completely lost if I was randomly dropped off in Shanghai.”

“Now that we know her language abilities, let’s talk about the important issue.” Seunghun stated, causing everyone to look over at him.

“What’s the important issue?” Jinyoung asked. Seunghun looked between you and Byounggon with a mischievous smile.

“How long have you and Byounggon been seeing each other?” the chocolate-haired boy asked as he folded his arms across his chest.

Your eyes widened and you quickly shook your head.

“Oh, we aren’t- I just- Byounggon and I-” you started.

“You and Byounggon what?” Seunghun teased.

Byounggon wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, laying his head on top of yours.

“We’re just close friends.” he said brightly. When you moved your head to look examine his expression, he wriggled his eyebrows at you.

“Are you sure?” Seunghun teased, looking at you pointedly.

You nodded as you pushed the older boy away from you playfully.

“Of course.“ you smile.

A few hours after the introduction, you found yourself in Byounggon’s studio. You were in a computer chair sitting next to Byounggon with Seunghun sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone.

You maintained two feet of distance from Byounggon and his computer as he read self-written lyrics over a self-produced song.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“It’s really good, Gon,” you started. Byounggon looked at you expectantly.

“But?” he prompted.

“It isn’t anything major, just some English grammar mistakes.” you explained. “Let me see your book.” you said, holding your hand out for his songbook.

He handed it to you and you grabbed a pencil from the pen cup he had on the computer desk and fixed the mistake with the book on your lap.

“You had ‘I can’t seeing you anymore’ but it’s supposed to be ‘I can’t see you anymore’...do you get it?” you asked. He hummed and shook his head.

“Let me see it.” he said, turning your chair so that you were facing each other. The two of you were so close that your knees touched.

“Is this better?” you asked in a slightly shaky tone. He nodded with a sly smile on his face.

“Okay so see...you had ‘I can’t seeing you anymore’ but it’s supposed to be ‘I can’t see you anymore’...so do you get it now?” you asked.

He nodded before resting his arm on the armrest of his chair, propping his arm up to rest his chin in his hand.

“This is why I said you should teach me English.” Byounggon chided.

“I’m not an English teacher, I’m an 18 year old girl.” you told him. “And that’s your fault for not paying attention in your English classes.”

“Seunghun and I were too busy learning Japanese in case Yang Hyunsuk wanted to ship us off to Japan like he did to iKon.” Seunghun hummed in agreement.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” you frowned. Byounggon laughed.

“I’m joking. Loosen up.” he said while patting your head.

“So what did you want to get for dinner?” he changed the subject. Seunghun gasped from his seat on the couch.

“We’re getting dinner?” he exclaimed. Byounggon looked over at the boy and nodded.

“I promised her food if she came to visit.” the older boy explained.

“I was joking when I said that.” you said as you poked his knee.

“You still came to visit~” he replied in a sing-song tone.

“Because I’ve only ever been to two entertainment companies and I wanted to see where you worked~” you replied in a similar tone. He made an ugly facial expression at you and you responded with one.

“Okay, stop flirting, you two.” Seunghun interjected.

You looked over to him with a surprised expression. “We aren’t flirting-” you started.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all before.” the boy dismissed you. “I’ll go get the rest of the boys to help us decide what to get.” he said as he stood up from the couch.

“Don’t do anything weird while I’m gone.” Seunghun instructed before leaving the room.

“Is he always like that?” you asked Byounggon.

“No, he’s just worried.” he replied.

Forty-five minutes after watching the five boys argue over what to order for dinner, you found yourself sitting on the floor of CIX’s practice room eating pizza and chicken with the boys.

“Hey (Y/N)?” Jinyoung asked. You looked over to the boy as you wiped your mouth with a napkin.

“Did you have a Wanna One bias or a Produce 101 pick?” he asked. You quickly nodded.

“Of course.” you answered.

“Who was it?” he whispered.

“I’m not telling you directly.” you whispered back.

“Was it me?” he asked, leaning forward.

“Was it?” you avoided the question.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you.” he replied.

“I’m still not telling you directly.” you reiterated.

“It was probably you,” Seunghun whispered to the boy.

“I never said that it was him.” you lied while taking a second slice of pizza.

“You never said that it wasn’t either.” Yonghee interjected.

“What about Treasure Box? Did you have an ideal line-up for Treasure?” Seunghun interrogated.

“I liked the Team A line-up and Keita and Mashiho are really talented.” you answered. Jinyoung started to complain but Seunghun shushed him.

“Who was your favorite trainee?” Seunghun pressed. You noticed Byounggon gesturing to himself in your peripheral vision.

“What if I said Choi Hyunsuk?” you laughed. Byounggon stopped gesturing towards himself and glared at you.

“I knew Byounggon the most out of all of the trainees so I guess he was my favorite, but Seunghun,” you gestured to the boy, “and Choi Hyunsuk are really talented as well.”

“I was slightly disappointed with your answer at first but now I’m flattered. Thank you.” Seunghun smiled. You nodded.

Jinyoung sighed. “So you can tell them who you like from their show but-”

“I liked you and Daniel and my Produce 101 pick was Kim Donghyun.” you cut him off. Jinyoung tried to hide his smile.

“Why did you like me?” Jinyoung asked.

“Aren’t you asking for too much?” you laughed.

“I like knowing these things.” he replied. You sighed.

“I’ll give you the fansign answer.” you replied.

You put on your best cute face and batted your eyelashes.

“Because Jinyoungie is the most handsome and the coolest, uwu!” you said in a disgustingly cute voice. The boys sat in silence and made confused eye contact with each other for a second before bursting into laughter.

You flopped down onto the floor and sighed. “That took five years off of my life span.”

“That was great.” Hyunsuk laughed.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.” you begged.

They reluctantly nodded, agreeing to protect your image.

After another hour of hanging out at the C9 Entertainment building, you decided to leave since the rain had let up for a while.

“It was really nice meeting you guys, thanks for letting me hang out with you guys.” you smiled. “You guys are going to do great things when you make your debut and I can’t wait to watch you guys grow as artists.”

They responded with a chorus of ‘thank you’s and you smiled.

“I’ll see you guys around, okay?” you said.

“Wait! Do you give hugs?” Yonghee asked. You quickly nodded.

“Of course!” you said before opening your arms to hug the boy. He hugged you back tightly.

“Wait, I want one too!” Jinyoung exclaimed. “A hug from my biggest fan!” he joked.

Eventually, all of the boys lined up for hugs with Byounggon being at the end of the line.

“I’ll hug you now because I don’t want to get in trouble for hugging you downstairs.” Byounggon informed you.

“Okay.” you said as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“This is nice,” he said, pulling you closer.

You nodded.

“Alright, you two, break it up.” Seunghun said. “Go ahead and take her downstairs, Byounggon.”

“Yeah, I should leave before it starts pouring again.” you agreed.

“Let’s head down then.” Byounggon said, leading you towards the elevator.

The other four watched you and Byounggon leave. When you were out of sight, Jinyoung turned to look at the rest of his members.

“Byounggon likes her.” he said. The other three nodded in agreement.

“Totally.” Hyunsuk agreed.

An hour and a half after leaving the C9 building, you walked out of the bathroom after having a shower. You sighed when you heard rain hitting the side of your apartment building and walked over to your window.

It’s still raining? you thought as you watched the rainwater pool in the small dips on the street. Your focus on the puddle-lined street was quickly drawn to the sky when you watched a large lightning bolt flash across it.

“One Mississippi...two Mississippi...three Mississippi...four- did their power go out?!” you gasped as you watched the lights of a few apartment buildings and homes a few neighborhoods away blink out after a loud crack of thunder echoed across Seoul.

Well, I hope they’re okay, you thought as you sat on your couch and turned on your TV.

The TV displayed an emergency broadcast on KBS 1.

“If you’re just joining us, the time is 11:17 at night and we are in the midst of an electrical storm,” the anchorwoman said. A man scrambled to the desk with a sheet of paper before running out of the shot.

The anchorwoman looked confused for a split second before twisting the slightly wrinkled paper so she could read it.

“We have just received reports from multiple sources of a complete power outage in a district about forty kilometers west of our broadcasting building with...no back-up generators available to provide power.” the man scrambled back up to her desk with another paper. “The Korean Electric Power Corporation, or KEPCO, is projecting that power will be available at 9 in the morning if all goes well.”

“We are being told that every back-up generator in the district has failed.”

The program moved into a different segment but kept a scrolling border on the bottom of the screen that repeatedly described the situation.

You changed to another channel after ten minutes and opened your phone to look at your friends’ posts and tweets on your private social media accounts. You were about to like a post when your phone began to ring.

“Byounggon? What’s up?” you asked in a confused tone.

“I need to ask you something...” he trailed off. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Do you have electricity?”

“My TV and lights are on so I’m going to that assume I do.” you replied. “Let me guess, your dorm is in the district that had the power outage?”

“Yeah...” he trailed off a second time. “Hyunsuk was in the shower when the power went out and now he’s cold and wet.”

“Do you guys have a place to stay? It’s going to be even more humid later this evening.”

“That’s kinda why I called you.” he sighed. “I have a really big favor to to ask of you that you can totally say no to but if you don’t, I promise I’ll owe you for the rest of my life.”

“Byounggon, you don’t have to beat around the bush. Just go ahead and ask.” you laughed.

“Can we stay at your apartment for the night? Like I said, you can say-”

“Byounggon,” you tried to stop him.

“-no but I promise I’ll owe-”

“Byounggon.” you tried again.

“-you for the rest of my life. Hell, I’ll even owe you in the afterlife-”

“Lee Byounggon!” you exclaimed, silencing him. “I think I have enough room in my apartment for you guys.”

“Really?” he asked. You stood up and walked to the area where the two bedrooms were and checked them.

“Yep. Three of you will have to share a bed but as long as you guys are okay with that, all of us will be able to fit.” you informed him.

“I could ki- I mean, I’ll let the boys know.” he stuttered.

“Were all of you able to take showers?” you asked.

“No, Seunghun, Yonghee, and I weren’t able to shower. Do you mind if-”

“Do you actually think that I would stop you guys from showering?” you asked in disbelief.

“I don’t want your utility bills to go up,” he tried to argue.

“Byounggon, don’t worry about it.” you assured him.

“Make sure you and your members pack everything you’ll need for tonight, call two taxis or a taxi van, grab a bunch of surgeon’s masks and make sure that Hyunsuk’s hair is dry before you come over here.” you commanded.

“Oka-” he started but you cut him off.

“Make sure that the taxis come to the back entrance of your apartment building so that your sasaengs don’t see you guys leave. Be safe and don’t worry about repaying me because that isn’t what I’m worried about.” you finished.

“Did you get all of that?” you asked.

“Alright.”

“I’ll send you the address after we hang up, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll- We’ll see you soon, (Y/N).” You hummed in agreement before hanging up.

“I need to change my sheets,” you sighed as you stretched your legs.

You looked down at the tattoo on your left arm.

“And put a sweatshirt on.”

“It feels so good in here,” Yonghee sighed as he entered your apartment.

“Hurry up and take off your shoes so you can move out of the doorway,” Seunghun groaned from the outside of your apartment.

“He’s so annoying.” the younger boy whispered to you. You looked over his shoulder at Seunghun and back at him before nodding in agreement while laughing.

“What are you two saying?” Seunghun almost yelled.

“Nothing.” you and Yonghee replied in unison.

One by one, the boys entered your apartment, taking their shoes off and walking into your living room, looking around.

“I didn’t know you had a sister.” Seunghun said while looking at the framed photo of you and your sister that sat on your TV stand. “You guys look alike.” he commented.

“Did you make some of the songs on these?” Hyunsuk asked as he looked at the albums you kept on your shelf.

“Why do you have a framed photo of 2PM?” Jinyoung asked as he picked up the frame.

“Do you have a kid?” Yonghee asked as he picked up a framed photo of you holding your (then) one year old niece.

“Woah, that’s my niece!” you corrected the boy. “We probably have similar features because my sister and I look alike.”

You coughed a couple of times to get their attention as they looked at everything you had in their living room.

“So are you guys going to discuss room placements before or after showers?” you asked.

“’You guys?’ Aren’t you going to going to sleep in one of the rooms?” Seunghun asked.

You shook your head as you walked over to the couch and sat down.

“If you will notice my blanket and pillow,” you gestured to said items, “I will be sleeping in the living room.”

All of the boys voiced their opposition.

“This is your house though!” Jinyoung reasoned.

“I would feel bad if I slept in your bed while you slept on the couch.” Yonghee agreed.

“I can take the couch if you want,” Byounggon offered.

You shook your head.

“I can afford to sleep on the couch and potentially hurt my back because I work in the studio and not on the stage.” you shut them down. “Go be comfortable. You guys have had a long night.”

“Are you sure? Because if not-” Byounggon started.

“I promise I’ll be okay. I have to make a few overnight calls anyways and I wouldn’t want to disturb you guys.” you assured them.

“Now go get showered and go to sleep.” you said, pointing them in the direction of the bedrooms and bathrooms.

“Wait a minute!” you stopped them. The turned and looked at you expectantly.

“I make pancakes on Sundays and I was wondering if you guys wanted-”

“Yes.” Hyunsuk answered immediately.

“Seunghun, let her finish next time.” Byounggon scolded the younger boy.

“You think I’m going to pass up on the opportunity to eat American pancakes without having to leave South Korea?” Hyunsuk scoffed.

Byounggon rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go get showered, kids.” he sighed.

At around 12:50 in the morning, you opened your contacts app on your phone and scrolled a bit before pressing on a contact.

“Hopefully she’s awake.” you whispered as you tapped the phone icon, starting a call as you sat on the couch with your earbuds in.

The phone rang several times before the person you were calling answered.

“(Y/N)? What time is it there?” your sister asked.

“Good morning to you too, Aaliyah.” you laughed. She sucked her teeth.

“It’s almost 1 there? Aren’t you supposed to be calling Mom in a couple of hours?” she asked.

“Yeah, so, about that...” you started.

“What did you do?” she asked in the same voice she uses on your niece, Stella.

“So we’re in the middle of an electrical storm...” you trailed.

“What did you do?” she reiterated.

“Some friends of mine were at their dorm and the power went out while they were taking showers and it won’t be back on for another couple of hours and the nearest hotel is too far away from their entertainment building so I offered to let them stay over here until they had to leave to go practice in a couple of hours.” you finished, bracing yourself for the chewing out you were about to get.

“That’s it?” she laughed.

“Yeah.” you laughed nervously.

“You were worried about a sleepover?” she asked. “The girls are nice though, right?”

“Oh.” your eyes grew large. That’s why she was so okay with it.

“What do you mean, ‘oh?’“ you could practically hear her stick her neck out.

“I thought-” you started before she cut you off with a gasp.

“They’re boys, aren’t they?”

“Uh...here’s a hypothetical question. If they are boys, would you tell Mom?” you asked before biting the inside of your cheek.

“I wouldn’t tell Mom because of the Sister Code, however, I would totally hang it over your head until you got married or until you turn 30, whichever comes first. Hypothetically, of course.” she responded.

“Bless you, you kind soul.” you sighed in relief.

“So who’s in your apartment? Your two boyfriends?” she teased.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you and Mom...Chan and Changbin are not my boyfriends.” you groaned. “I have a different group in my house.”

“How many are in this group?” you could hear her shift in her bed.

“There’s only five of them.” you answered.

“So I’m going to assume that they aren’t Ateez then.” she concluded.

“You’re correct.”

“Do you think they’re cute?” she teased.

“Cute?” you repeated.

“Who is cute?” Byounggon asked as he sat down next do you on the couch.

“Who is that?” your sister gasped.

“Someone that I thought was going to bed.” you gritted as you tried to push the boy off of your couch.

“Is he the only one that’s awake?” she asked.

“Yeah.” you said.

“Is that your sister?” he asked. You nodded.

“I heard ‘unnie’...is he talking about me?” your sister asked.

“He is.” you responded. “Oh, I forgot to tell you! They thought that Stella was my daughter.” you changed the subject.

“Really?” she gasped.

“I guess I have that ‘toddler mom’ look.” you laughed.

“Hmm, I guess so. Wait a minute- You’re avoiding the question!” she realized.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. So anyways, it’s still raining here and-” you started.

“Which one do you think is cute?” she pressed.

“I’ll send you the official photos from their Instagram account and I’ll let you decide.” you deflected.

Byounggon rested his chin on your shoulder as you opened the Instagram app on your phone. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Why does he sound closer than he did earlier?” she asked.

“I don’t know.” your voice wavered.

“Suuure. Are you sending the photos?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m just going to send them to your DMs, I don’t want it to send the photos and the names out of order.” you responded.

“I’m waiting~” she sang.

“Here’s your monthly reminder to not quit your drawing and animation jobs to become a lounge singer.” you joked.

“Okay, Miss Stick-Figures.,” she responded.

“Okay, Mrs. Can’t-Carry-A-Note.” you retorted as you sent Aaliyah some photos. You both laughed at your dumb, half-awake roasts.

“What’s so funny?” Byounggon asked, pulling you back to lay on his chest on the couch.

“I’ve only gotten four photos of four different boys, where’s the other one?” Aaliyah asked. You sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Aaliyah and Byounggon asked at the same time in their respective native languages.

“Let me switch over to Mandarin to answer, he can kinda understand English and I don’t want him to know what I’m saying.”

“Fine.”

(in Mandarin) “The guy who’s still awake is really handsome. I’m struggling to find a photo of him without throwing my phone across the room.” you told your sister. Your sister snorted while Byounggon groaned.

“You’re so mean!” Byounggon complained.

(in Mandarin) “He says that I’m mean.” you laughed.

“Just go to the row that has his photos and choose one. I really have to see him if you think he’s cute.” she urged.

“I’ll send you the photo where he’s sitting on the platform and holding a shutter.” you quickly decided.

Byounggon took the earbud out of your left ear (your right earbud had the mic) and leaned down to your ear.

“You guys are talking about me, right?” he whispered, his bottom lip slightly brushing against your ear.

You shivered and cleared your throat loudly, making him laugh.

“What did he do?” she asked.

“Have you gotten the photo yet?” you ignored her question.

“Aw! He’s so cute!” your sister cooed. You rolled your eyes. “Bring him home for Thanksgiving this year, alright?”

“What’s ‘Thanksgiving?’“ Byounggon asked you. You turned around to look at Byounggon and gasped when you saw him wearing your earbud in his ear. You took your earbud from out of his ear and playfully slapped his arm as he laughed at you.

“He heard you.” you whispered into the microphone. Your sister’s laughter filled your ears.

“What’s he like?”

“He’s really annoying. But he’s also really sweet and hardworking and caring.” you respond. You look up at him to see if he understood you and he looked back at you with a blank stare.

“You sound like you’re dating him~” she said in a sing-song voice.

“I’m not~” you replied in the same tone.

“Is he tall?” she asked.

“He’s an inch or two taller than me.” Aaliyah lets out a pleased hum.

“Oh, Stella just came in here...she wants to see your face, is that okay?” your sister asked.

“Yeah, but just for a little while.” you agreed. “It’s almost 1:45 and I don’t think Byounggon’s is going to go to the room to sleep if I stay on the phone with you.”

You leaned up from Byounggon’s chest and stood up.

“Where are you going?” he asked, reaching for your hand.

“I’m gonna go to the kitchen for, like, three minutes to talk to my niece.” you informed him. “Stay in here, please. My voice is going to go up like five pitches and I don’t think anyone else needs to see that.”

“Okay. Tell your sister I said to have a good day.” he agreed.

“Byounggon said to have a good day.” you told your sister.

“Tell him I said thank you,” she responded. “I think he’s the only one of your boyfriends who has ever talked to me.” Aaliyah realized.

“Hmm..I guess that makes sense.” you agreed. “He’s not my boyfriend though.”

“Yeah, sure.” Aaliyah responded.

After the end of your phone call, you walked back into the living room to see a half-awake Byounggon stretched out on the couch you were planning to sleep on.

“Byounggon~” you said, poking his shoulder. He opened his eyes slightly to look at you.

“Hmm?” he asked.

“Go to your room and sleep~” you said in the same tone that you used earlier.

“Don’t want to.” he mumbled as he turned away from you.

“The couch isn’t good for your back, Gon.” you reasoned as you attempted to flip him over.

“It’s not good for your back either, (Y/N).” he responded. You sighed and pulled his arms so that he was sitting up.

“Gon, you’re not sleeping in here.” you asserted.

“Well I’m not moving.” he said.

“If you go to the room, I’ll tell you what my sister and I were talking about~” you bargained.

He reluctantly got up from the couch and you dragged him by his forearm to where the bedrooms were. You checked your room and saw three bodies under your sheets and tried to bite back a smile. You opened the door to the other room and tried to push him past the doorway but he stopped you by holding his arms across the doorway.

“What were you and your sister talking about?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You guys. Now go to bed.” You tried to push him into the room but his arms stayed in place.

“You spent a lot of time looking at my photo.” he smirked.

“My sister thinks that you’re handsome.” you answered. “Go to sleep, Byounggon.” you pleaded.

He leaned forward so that his face was close to yours.

“Do you think that I’m handsome?” The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

“Yes...now go to bed!” you whisper-yelled as you pushed him into the room, having caught him off-guard with your sudden confession.

You walked into the living room and laid out on the couch, sighing as you threw your blanket over yourself.

“He’s so annoying.” you grumbled as you closed your eyes.

#yeppeojiwrites #cix #cix scenarios #lee byounggon #byounggon #byounggon scenarios

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Ghost

G-Dragon×OC (Tami)

Fantasy, Sad, Drugs, Suicide, Ghosts

Summary:

Tami died at her first party. Since that day she's looking for revenge on the people who did this to her.

In her search for revenge she meets the idol Kwon Jiyong, better known as G-Dragon.

This is my first fan fiction on Tumblr. I also learn English as please don't be angry if the grammar isn't right, or if there are spelling mistakes.

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G-Dragon

I looked at my friends, today would be the last day I see them. I could just prevent tears from running down my cheek.

Don't cry! You want that!

I have been in this industry since my childhood, in the music industry.

I wanted that. Nobody forced me to, I wanted to be a singer because I enjoyed it. But by now it's hardly any fun. I have been active in the industry for 10 years. Since 10 years there is only the music in my life. To be an idol means to be alone. Sure, in a band you have your members. And I love my members. They were the best. They were my family.

You also had the fans. They screamed your name a thousand times when you were on stage. That made me smile every time. At that moment you were happy. But when you leave the stage and go home you are alone.

"Then everything would be settled, Jiyong's solo tour starts at the end of the year. Before Seunghyun has to do military service, you all perform together again," Papa YG said. We all nodded.

"Oh yes Jiyong, if you had time tomorrow, could you look again at the music of the new girl group, which will have its debut soon? Something is missing," said YG as I was walking. I nodded again and turned to him. "But sure, I can do that."

Tomorrow I am gone, forever.

"Thank you, Teddy will also be in the studio tomorrow. You can do it together."

Before I entered my car in the underground garage, I hugged everyone one last time. The guys looked at me strangely and asked if everything was okay when I said goodbye to them. I just said it was all okay. But there was nothing okay. I didn't want to live anymore.

The whole car ride I cried. It was hard to concentrate on the road.

...

I'm sorry.

I can't take it anymore. I can't live like this anymore. Everything is too much. I am alone. None of you has done anything wrong. I love you all. But I want and have to go. I had great 10 years in the music business. I had lived my dream. I thank everyone for their support, but I can't do any more.

I can't stand the pressure of being an idol anymore. People expect too much from me.

I should do things I can't do at all. I had the best family that always supported me. I had the best friends that were always there for me when I had the stupidest ideas. I had the best work colleagues in the world. I had the most loyal fans to support me when I had another scandal.

You were all there for me. But in the end I was alone.

I love you.

Kwon Jiyong.

I posted this letter at 0am on Instagram and sent it not a minute later to my family and band members.

There were immediate comments on Instagram. "What are you doing?" "Do you want to kill yourself?" "Is that a suicide note?" "Please don't do that." "We all love you. Don't kill yourself."

Tears ran down my face.

I trembled and picked up the tablets I had taken. Two cans of strong painkillers should do the trick. My heart should stop beating. I won't be any more soon. I looked one last time at my mobile phone.

"Bro don't do that. I already called the police. They should be right there. Don't do that. Please." I was crying as I heard the news from Youngbae. But he couldn't prevent it anymore. I poured the two full cans of tablets into my mouth.

Less than 30 seconds later I got dizzy and I overturned. I heard my front door kick open as I closed my eyes forever.

...

Was I dead now?

I heard noises. Steps. Someone is crying. Someone sobbing. To apologize to someone. I opened my eyes and sat up. I was in a hospital room. You could see that immediately. In this room were my parents, my sister, my boys and YG personally. Papa YG just apologized to my parents. I needed something to process the scene. "I should have noticed something. I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Kwon. If we hadn't asked so much of him, Jiyong would still be alive," Yang said. The boys looked sadly to the ground. "We should all have noticed something. He was so funny last night," Daesung said. TOP just nodded.

At this scene my heart jumped into a thousand pieces. "I am here! People I am here! I'm alive", I shouted. Only nobody noticed me. I decided to stand up and take my mum in my arms. But when I looked up and at the bed I was sitting on, I breathed a sigh of relief. On the bed I lay. My eyes were closed, I was totally pale. I looked around scared. What was going on here?!

Someone knocked on the door of the room we were in. "Sorry, but we have to take him with us. The funeral home wants to prepare him. You can stay here for now. Don't hurry," a man in a white coat looked through the round. He sounded calm and understanding. My mum nodded.

What had I done?

#seungri #taeyang #daesung #kwon jiyong #bigbang #bigbang youngbae #t.o.p #t.o.p bigbang #sadnees #gdragon #g dragon fanfiction #g dragon #ghosts #sucicide #Dead

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2018 Playlist

When the music is good, it is unavoidable – YG

I have come to a realization that music is the universal language – for it has the ability to speak to one’s soul despite its origin. For me, music knows no nationality.

It’s pretty obvious by looking at my recent posts that I’m into the Korean pop culture these days. It all started with my interest in watching k dramas and then I fell in love with most of their OSTs and then I learned about iKON and from then on, I’m whipped.

Most of the songs that I listen to this year are not just songs for me – they mean more than that. I’ve told countless stories of how my panic attacks are being triggered but I guess I’ve never really told most people one of the ways that help me cope up during those worst attacks – music. Especially iKON’s songs.

Anyway, here are the songs that helped me get though a lot this year. These songs made me feel less lonely and help me survive each day; here’s my top 10:

1 Runaway – iKON Bobby

“In the mirror, it’s not the me I used to know. I want to chase after my dreams but responsibility weighs you down”

“I lay on my bed but it doesn’t feel like home. I just wanna go far away. Even if the sun rises tomorrow, even if there’s hope, the words ‘good morning’ mean nothing to me”

This song’s lyrics speak to my soul in a whole different level. I feel like the entire song is a reflection of what I am truly feeling but I just can’t tell anyone about it. Most of the time, I feel so overwhelmed with everything that I just wanna run away because escape is the easiest thing to do when things become too much to handle.

2 Climax – Team B/ iKON

B.I.’s rap: “……Tell them to believe in me, that I would definitely succeed. This is not just mine but the life of 6 others. I’ve been looking for a chance lifting them all on my shoulders. I had no other choice but to endure much pressure and failures….and if God will ask me, ‘Won’t you regret it?’ I’ll answer without hesitation, ‘Why would I regret?’ I’ve bet everything and there is no next time. I’ll show you that my determination is like no one else’s”

This is every iKONICS’ weakness for it tells about the beautifully tragic journey of Team B towards reaching their dream of getting debuted. What I love the most about this song is its ability to lift one’s morale. Even though this song was written in a personal level, I felt like their journey was also mine. B.I.’s rap part followed by Junhoe’s verse never fails to make me cry. This song reminded me of how far I’ve come through and there’s no room to quit because I didn’t get this far to only stay this far.

3 A little too much – Shawn Mendes

“Everyone said that she is so strong but what they didn’t know is that she could barely carry on”

“Sometimes it all gets a little too much but you gotta realize that soon the fog would clear up. You don’t have to be afraid because we’re all the same”

There will be a point in our lives wherein everything feels like too much – when you feel like you’re drowning in problems and uncertainties. With this song, it serves as a reminder that the overwhelming feeling of life’s negativity happens to everyone – not just with me. And somehow, someday, things will get better.

4 Freedom – iKON

“At my age, my potential is bursting”

“What’s harder than living is finding the reason to. You might not be able to do the things you want. I’ve gotten to this point by doing things I hate”

Whenever I listen to this song I can’t help but relate it with the movie Goyo. I feel like this song’s lyrics fit perfectly with the movie’s theme. The movie Goyo: Ang Batang Heneral tells the story of one of the Philippines’ youngest general, Gregorio Del Pilar, and how he manages to handle his role during the Philippine-American War. The movie is fearless in telling the story of the hero – that a hero is not a cold statue that is perfect because of his heroism but a hero who is a human capable of making mistakes. In fact the director of the film, Jerrold Tarog, has said that the reason why they focused on Goyo’s life as a general during the war instead of making it the typical movie about a hero (birth-build up-heroism-glorious death) is to be able to tell the story of a hero who became human instead of a human who became a hero. The overall theme of the movie is about youthful negligence, blind allegiance, and misplaced loyalty (like what Irish Dizon, a writer, said) and I really can relate it to the lyrics of this song. My own interpretation of this song is that it tells the story of a young person who craves for freedom but isn’t aware of what comes along with it; it is like telling the people around him to allow him to live his life the way he wants to and yet he’s not aware of the responsibilities that comes along with freedom. I love the contradicting views that Bobby’s rap part has shown because it shows the frustration of the youth today:

At first he said, “Don’t call mistakes a thing of the youth”

But on the last part of his rap he said, “I make mistakes, please embrace me with the excuse of youth”

I guess those phrases are the right representation of this thing called “youthful pride” in which young people tend to have the confidence that they can do anything and everything for they are young and have the fresher perspective in life; when you’re young, you want to do everything and you crave for success so much thinking that the way there is easy. And when you started making mistakes here and there, that’s when you’ll realize that you still got a lot of things to learn and you still have a long way to go before you can succeed.

5 Social Casualty – 5 Seconds of Summer

“Save me from who I’m supposed to be. Don’t wanna be a victim of authority, I’ll always be a part of the minority.”

My own interpretation of this song is that is a cry for help. Seems like the person is aware of his/her own actions’ consequences and it is drowning and/or killing him/her and yet it feels like there is no stopping. The person is crying for someone or anyone to help him/her before it’s too late.

6 In My Blood – Shawn Mendes

“Sometimes I feel like giving up, no medicine is strong enough. Someone help me.”

This song is another cry for help and I can relate to this very much. There are times in my life wherein I feel like no matter how many times I drink my anti-depressants, it still doesn’t take away the overwhelming feelings of sadness, frustration, resentment, anger and regrets. Most of the time, you just want to give up but there is something in you, a tiny spark of hope, which makes you want to hold on and continue fighting and I guess this song tells us this message.

7 The Climb – Miley Cyrus

“…..sometimes I gotta have to lose. Aint about how fast I get there. Aint about what’s waiting on the other side. It’s the climb”

I’ve always considered this song as my motivation. What I love the most about this is that it talks about the journey that one would go through before reaching the top instead of just telling the story of success. I love its realistic approach as it says that “there’s always gonna be another mountain….always gonna be an uphill battle, sometimes I’m gonna have to lose….” Because that’s how life is, right? One success doesn’t mean it’s the end of the story – you will still experience a lot of setbacks, some are even worse than the other, but what’s important is that you know how to pick yourself up and fight again.

8 Ready to Run – One Direction

“Cause I wanna be free and I wanna be young. I’ll never look back now I’m ready to run”

And even though most of the time I still feel so afraid of the world and the chaos that it always bring, the fighter in me says that I should “Keep on fighting. Take the risk” and that’s how I feel every time I listen to this song. If I don’t take risks then someday I would be filled with the “what ifs” and “I wish I could’ve done” and that would suck. It would be better to be fearless sometimes because at the end of the day, if things go wrong…if things didn’t end up the way you’ve thought, at least you can charge it to experience. At least, you’ve learned something.

9 Sweeter than Fiction – Taylor Swift

“It’s like we don’t remember the pain that we thought would last forever”

What I love the most about this song is its calming melody. Whenever I listen to this, somehow my mood lifts up. This song is perfect for celebrating one’s success – even though they are just small victories. What I’ve realized throughout my journey in 2018 is that even the simplest things such as deciding to show up at work and do your job even though deep inside you are breaking is already a victory; it doesn’t matter how big or small your achievements are, because an accomplishment is always an accomplishment. Life is tough, but we can endure.

10 Little Me – Little Mix

“Wish I knew back then what I know now. Wish I could somehow go back in time and maybe listen to my own advice. I’ll tell her to speak up, tell her to shout out, talk a bit louder….tell her she’s beautiful, wonderful, everything she doesn’t see…..you can be anything you wanna be”

If I could give my younger self a message, it would be the lyrics from this song. I always feel a bit emotional whenever I listen to this because I can’t help but look back at my younger years. As a child, my confidence is at its lowest point because I am afraid of facing the world. I never really have friends, being alone is my solace. I tend to isolate myself as a defense because I don’t want people to hurt me and such habit of mine left an impact on what kind of person I’ve become today. I’ve realized that if only I was braver, I could’ve made my early years better and also, if I’ve got people who supports and believes in me, things would’ve been different today. While writing this, I remembered Miss Universe 2018 Catriona Gray’s words: “I’m standing here today because someone believed in me. We owe it to our children to believe in them” I can’t change the past but I can definitely do something now – I will start it by guiding my younger cousins and be there for them when they need support and a friend to talk to.

Love Scenario – iKON

South Korea’s Song of the Year for 2018. This song is really catchy and easy to sing along with; in fact, even if you can’t speak Korean, you can easily learn the lyrics of this song. However, even though it has a “happy” melody, the lyrics are a bit painful. This one tells the story of someone accepting the fact that something in his life is over and even though it hurts, as long as you have the memories to look back, then that’s good enough.

Killing Me – iKON

Even though this song is a sequel to Love Scenario and it tells the story of a break up, I’ve connected with this on a different way. For me, it was about a dream of mine that I’ve let go because I thought it’s best for me to pursue other things but here I am, finally experiencing the weight of my decision and it is KILLING ME ;) Bobby’s last verses in this song speak to my soul so much:

“The once extinguished fire is burning up again. Is it because of the painful longing or just my selfish loneliness?”

Goodbye Road – iKON

This is the last part of the break up trilogy and it is about saying goodbye for real this time. If in Love Scenario the person was positive and accepting about the break up, in Killing Me he felt the weight of it, this time in Goodbye Road, he is now finally willing to let go. The melody of this song is so beautiful that it makes it more painful to listen to because of the lyrics.

Just for you – iKON

This song is dedicated for iKONICS only.

Don’t forget – iKON

Its lyrics: “Don’t forget us, don’t forget me” is how I would like to tell the world that people who are suffering from mental disorder needs treatment too. Just because our pain and battle is invisible doesn’t make it invalid. Don’t forget us in your prayers for the healing of the sick.

Rubber band – iKON

Only You – iKON

Beautiful – iKON

Bestfriend – iKON

Apology – iKON

My Type – iKON

Hug Me – iKON

Don’t let me know – iKON

Everything – iKON

Dumb and Dumber – iKON

Long time no see – iKON

Make you proud – iKON

B-day – iKON

This is the best birthday song ever!

(can I just put iKON’s entire discography here? LOL but tbh, I listen to iKON’s entire discography everyday because all songs are really good!)

I love you – Bobby

One and Only – B.I.

The Eve – EXO

Heaven – EXO

Shine – Pentagon

Beautiful – Crush (Goblin OST)

The first time I listened to this song, I fell in love immediately

Stay with me – Punch ft. EXO Chanyeol (Goblin OST)

This song has some mysterious vibes in it which makes it perfect for the drama’s theme

Do you know – Gummy (Love in the Moonlight OST)

Everytime – Punch ft. EXO Chen (Descendants of the Sun OST)

Eternal Love – Michael Learns to Rock (Healer OST)

Perfect song for a wedding!

Melting – K. Will (LITM OST)

Hush – Lasse Lindh (Goblin OST)

Sunflower – Younha (Doctors OST)

No Way – Park Yongin, Kwon Soonil (Doctors OST)

You are my everything – Gummy (DOTS OST)

Let me out – NUEST W (Hwayugi OST)

When I saw you – BUMKEY (Hwayugi OST)

I miss you – Soyou (Goblin OST)

I will go to you like the first snow – Ailee (Goblin OST)

Bless the Broken Road – Cover by Jess and Gabriel

This one’s great for a wedding too! This song is great to play as the bride walks down the aisle

Little Do You Know – Cover by Jess and Gabriel

Forever – Damien Fernandez

Stand by me – SHINee

Scream – Michael Jackson ft. Janet Jackson

Rewrite the Stars – The Greatest Showman OST

Really Really – Winner

My Person – Park Bo Gum (LITM OST)

Prom – Ebe Dancel

Oks Lang Ako – JROA

Haru Haru – Big Bang

As if it’s your last – BlackPink

Photograph – Ed Sheeran

Broken Home – 5 Seconds of Summer

Hanggang Wala Nang Bukas – Ebe Dancel (Heneral Luna OST)

Long Live – Taylor Swift

Drag Me Down – One Direction

Rejects – 5 Seconds of Summer

Long way home – 5 Seconds of Summer

Hey everybody – 5 Seconds of Summer

I want you back – 5 Seconds of Summer

Youngblood – 5 Seconds of Summer

Perfect – Ed Sheeran

The Middle – Zedd Grey

Never be the same – Camila Cabello

There are still a lot of songs that I wanna add here but I guess this post has been way too long already. Anyway, to anyone reading this I hope you can listen to some of the songs I’ve posted here : )

TinaMae

#personal #music playlist #playlist #playlist 2018 #iKON

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[TRANSLATION] haru ✿ hana vol.30 May 2015 issue x GOT7

Translated BY: @fuckboytuan

Q: GOT7’s second single that has been receiving a lot of attention; “Love Train” has a strong summer concept!

JS: It’s a really charming summer song!

JB: The rhythm of the song is good and the dance is intense~ also please remember to keep a look out for our facial expressions at the end (laughs)

Junior: Some parts of the choreography were suggested by Yugyeom. One example would be the chorus

YG: Even though I came out with a lot of suggestions, not everything is done by me~ (shy). I did it with the other members and our dancer teacher who came together to discuss it together before incorporating them.

BB: Without Yugyeom we would not have this choreography! ~

YG: Thank you. There’s a part in the choreography in which we are running; portraying a moving train and us showing our love to Igot7. The choreography also includes a lot of jumping and moving.

YJ: There’s a key point in the dance. Forming an L shape with your hands while dancing which is very simple to learn. We hope everyone would do it together with us

Mark: There’s a scene in the MV that I really like –the one where we form a train. All I need to do is to stand at the back, it’s very relaxing (laughs)

BB: Everyone who watched the MV said that part left the biggest impression. It’s very cute

Junior: The beginning of song is like a movie as it starts off with the “Bang Bang” sound. Some people might pass it off as nothing but after watching the MV they would realise it’s not merely a song if you take all the aspects of the MV like the dance and the clothes – if you could look at it as a work like that, I would be very happy

Q: Has the performance reached the stage of perfection?

Mark: Of course

JB: We would be with the fans when we are performing on stage so I would work ever harder to make sure I don’t make any mistakes (laugh)

Q: On the topic “Love Train”, please talk about some of your experience.

BB: I only took the train twice so I don’t have much experience to share.

JS: I do! I took the train to school a lot back in Hong Kong. I was able to recognise everyone who took the train after a year because it was always the same few people. I wanted to ask about their day so I sat beside them and asked “Hi, How have you been?” but got ignored instead (laugh)

All: LOL

JS: I had a very formal hairstyle during that time. Thinking about it today, I want to know the reaction of the old uncle and this student who looked like the same age as me who I always met on the train. I encourage everyone to take the initiative to say hi even if we get ignored, it would still be a good memory. After that incident, I never took the train at that timing again (laugh)

Q: That’s really sad… Moving on, the next question is lyrics related. The lyrics is very direct in showing interest in the girl that you like. Are any of you the same as the guy in the lyrics?

YG: I would be very direct and tell the girl “I like you” if I like her

YJ: Woah Woah~ Yugyeom is very amazing~ I would not confess my feelings to her unless she does it first

Junior: I won’t confess to her first because I want to treasure the “heart-pounding” moments

Q: Talking about the lyrics “like an electric current bzz bzz*”, have you had any “love at first sight” or related experience recently?

Mark: Er, I can’t think of any…

BB: Recently at the filming set I placed my cup noodles on the table. At the exact moment when I was going to eat the noodles someone said to me “Ok, let’s continue~”. I felt a current flow through me. I didn’t get to eat the noodles in the end (laugh) < (wtf bam?)

JB: For me it’s water. Although it’s not love at first sight, I have been drinking water a lot due to my throat condition

JS: Lying on bed after a fresh warm shower “Ah~”, that feeling.

Junior: Japan’s milk coffee

YJ: Same for me! The mix of the two has an exquisite taste.

YG: For me it’s Japans Lemon Tea. The packaging for it is something that can’t be found in Korea. After coming to Japan, lemon tea has replaced water for me

Q: what about things that you can’t stop doing once you start?

YJ: Game! (Laugh) I like RPG games! I would only play after I’m done with the schedule for the day.

Mark: For me it’s also game. But I don’t play it anymore because we have to sleep at night

JS: Eating! Especially when I’m on diet, I can’t stop eating once I start

BB: For me it’s Coke. I would drink a cup when I wake up even though I know I should stop. There were days where all I drank was coke.

YG: For me, once I rest, I wouldn’t want to work again. Sleeping, watching TV and snacking at the dorm, I like to be idle (laughs)

Junior: I like to be by myself. Although it can be lonely to be the only one at the dorm, I like it. I like to read and watch movies and think about everything

JB: for me I like to “think about things”. I like to think about the future before I sleep and once I start, it’s hard for me to stop myself.

Q: Has there been any “Heartbeat can’t stop racing” moments?

YG: There’s a song that I listened to a lot during my middle school days - Busker Busker’s Cherry Blossom Ending. Recently I’ve started listening to it again. It reminds me of my middle school days, the image of the flowers blooming and the wind blowing against the petals that make it look like they’re dancing.

YJ: When I defeat the boss in game (laughs)

Mark: when I manage to upgrade my items in game (laughs)

JB: For me it’s when I’m studying.

Junior: When I’m filming for my drama, my heart beats very fast because I’m nervous

Jackson: When we’re standing on stage and listening to the cheers from the fans. Recently the impact is stronger

BB: During the Thai Fan meeting when we revealed our bodies, the reaction from the fans was very intense (laughs)

JB: it wasn't trained it was performed using special skill (laughs)

BB: he used the easy sly way, he applied oil (laughs)

Q: Got7 will hold a fan meeting during June.

YG: The last time we met the fans was during Christmas~ I’m very excited to see them again!

Junior: Communicating with fans is very important as it is going to be a fan meeting. Hence we are working very hard to learn Japanese to communicate with our fans

JB: I’m more curious about how everyone would react to “Love Train”. Besides that, I’m also looking forward to how the fans will think about the special performance we have prepared for them.

BB: I’m very excited thinking about spending time with the fans as we have not seen them in a long time! The special performance is still a secret

GOT7 Psychology Test Check!

Q: You and a certain member are sitting on a train. Assuming the train is empty, what’s the sitting arrangement? Please fill in the answers for 1~4 with a member’s name.

1. The one sitting on your left

2. The one sitting on your right

3. The one standing in front of you when you’re sitting alone

4. The one you would stand together with

Answers:

1. You are leading this person

2. This person is more dominant. This person’s leadership is very strong and you like this person a lot and will do everything you can to help this person.

3. There’s a very strong between the both of you two. Can be said that you two rely on each other a lot

4. There’s a mutual understanding and respect between each other. The both of you will continue to support each other in the future

JB: The 7 of us has mutual understanding and respect for each other

1/2/3: No one

4: BB, Jackson, Mark, Junior, Youngjae, Yugyeom

His answer was for all member to stand together. “Everyone has a different view but we would still respect each other’s views”, as expected of the leader!

Mark: I will not be guided by Jackson

1: Yugyeom

2: Jackson

3: Junior, JB

4: Bambam, Youngjae

Bambam described Mark as the one that “leads the other members because he is the oldest”. It does not seem like it from the test results!?

Jackson: I didn’t forget to answer~ they are my original answers

1: JB

2: Bambam

3: Yugyeom

4: Junior, Mark

5: Youngjae

JS: “must we write down the names of all members…?” Jackson wrote down all the names in a rush and forgot to include Youngjae. According to him, number 5 is someone you have a special connection with!

Junior: Woah~ the results for this aren’t that bad! Is this accurate?

1: Jackson

2: JB, Yugyeom

3: Mark, Bambam

4: Youngjae

Junior answered this using a drawing. “There is no such relationship (being leaded/ being the leader) like this among us”

Youngjae: Jackson hyung, you’re really mean~

1: JB, Mark

2: Yugyeom

3: Jackson, Bambam

4: Junior

When writing down the answers for the people you trust, Jackson hyung didn’t even write my name! – Angry Youngjae

Bambam: It seems like I’m leading Yugyeom (laughs)

1: Yugyeom, Mark

2: Jackson, Youngjae

3: Myself

4: JB, Junior

JB hyung and Junior hyung will stand together on the train is the answer given by Bambam “Because the both of them know each other the longest, they will continue to support each other in the future”

Yugyeom: I decide where I sit

1: No one

2: Mark, Bambam, Junior, Youngjae, JB, Jackson

3: No one

4: No one

Although this is a psychology test, Yugyeom wrote all the members as sitting at the right side because he likes to sit at the left side. However he is the maknae, so this result is considered accurate?

Q: Someone who doesn’t take the train at all!? Jackson’s answer made everyone laughed

JB: Let’s reveal our answers, starting with Bambam

BB: Sitting on my left is Yugyeom and Mark. Does this mean I’m leading Yugyeom? (laughs) Sitting on my right is Jackson and Youngjae

YJ: Oh Oh!

BB: I guess they’re leading me since they are hyungs. 3rd question… Since the answer is myself, I guess that means I have trust issues (laughs). 4th question is JB hyung and Junior hyung. The both of them have already been together when I arrived in Korea. Because they know each other for the longest time, it’s confirmed that they will continue to support each other in the future

JS: Sitting on my left is JB hyung

JB: I’m being leaded by Jackson!?

JS: In my opinion, this has no scientific basis at all. I feel like it isn’t accurate

JB: I also feel the same way (laughs)

YJ: Ah! Why isn’t my name there!

JS: Ah…! ////writes down a name in a rush/// Number 5 is my creation. It means my most treasured brother

All: //laughs

YJ: you’re lying~!! (laughs)

Q: The real leader of the group is…?

Mark: I also feel that this test isn’t accurate…

JS: I’m not the one leading Mark hyung. Mark hyung is the one leading me. I’ve always been listening to him (laughs)

YG: Mark hyung is the one leading me, this one is accurate right?

Mark: Is it true?

BB: Mat hyung Mark hyung is the one that leads us

All: //laughs//

Junior: I’m more of a “my pace”, I won’t lead anyone and they won’t lead me. We all have mutual trust and understanding among all of us. It seems like this test isn’t accurate

JB: I chose everyone to be at number 4. Although all members have different opinions, we try our best to compromise for each other. I guess the part where they said we have mutual respect for each other is accurate

YJ: I wrote JB hyung and Mark hyung for 1st question. Am I leading the both of them? And I’m also being led by Yugyeom? (Laughs)

YG: HAHAHAHAHAHHA

YJ: I wrote Junior hyung for the 4th question. The both of us wrote the same answer for this question! For the person that I rely on – question 3- I wrote Jackson hyung but he didn’t even write my name down. How lonely… (Laughs)

JS: Number 5 is special!

YG: I wrote everyone’s name down for question 2. Everyone is leading me~

JB: this is accurate. Everyone is leading Yugyeom (Laughs)

YG: It’s only because I want to sit on the left side that’s why I wrote my answers like that!

Got7 Twitter Q&A

Haru Hana collected questions from twitter for the members to answer!

Q: having debut at such a young age, there are bound so be some difficulties. How does got7 overcome them?

JS: I will talk to others about my problem

JB: I'll settle my problems by myself

Mark: I'm the same as JB, I'll settle my problems by myself

JB: when the members face similar difficulties, we will come together to solve it. However if it's a personal problem, I'll solve it by myself

JS: even if it's a personal problem, I'll discuss it with the other members. I'll tell the members about my personal questions and everyone will share.

JB: even though I will find the others to discuss about problems, I am the leader after all. Hence I would not tell others about my problems easily

Q: What did you guys do on breaks during tour?

YJ: Firstly, It's eating. I ate too much by accident because the food in Japan is really delicious. I'll chat with the members when we are eating. An hour before the performance, we will do throat exercises

Junior: I'll do throat exercise and practice our songs

Mark: if you watched GOT7 ATW DVD you would know (laughs)

JB: if you say it like this then I have nothing to say~

Mark: everyone please check from the DVD~

Q: Favorite song by got7?

YJ: I like GGG. I like hip hop songs and I like the rhythm of it too

Junior: for me it's SSI. Out of all the songs by JYPE this is my favorite. The instruments used to produce the "Hajima~" part is very addictive; it keeps ringing in my ear

JS: For me it's "Love Train" La la la la love train ~

JB: I like "Forever Young"

YG: I like SSI as well but choosing from all our songs, I'll choose Stay

Q: what's the funniest thing that happened among the 7 of you?

YJ: Recently, Jackson hyung jokingly said he's Michael Jordan

YG: There was once where Jackson hyung, Bambam and I were having fun playing at my house with all the lights off with the music playing from the TV. Jackson hyung was singing while making scary faces his face was really funny! After that, Youngjae hyung joined in as well! 😂

Q: Where would you choose to go on a vacation with the members?

BB: Maldives!

Junior: I want to go to Bambam's house in Thailand!

YJ & YG: Me too!!!

YG: I want to go to Jackson hyung and Mark hyung's house!

BB: I want to go on a vacation in Japan with the members

Junior: I don't want to go on a vacation with the others! I want to travel alone!

YG: How mean~!!

JB: I want to go and have fun at an island!

JS: I want everyone to rest at the dorm then meet iGot7

Mark: I want to go home! America!

Q: please talk about the habits of other members

BB: when Yugyeom brushes his teeth he will strongly shake his head

YG: Bam likes to wrap his face

BB: //while demonstrating// Jackson hyung has his own special way of wearing his cap

YG: Jackson hyung eyes will become very small when he is looking at something. JB Hyung has a pet-phrase! He always says "Kuregajigon". Mark hyung likes to pout a lot. Junior hyung eyes will become very large when he touches some stuff

Q: which member is best at cooking?

YG: I think Bambam. None of us are good at cooking but I think the best among us is Bambam

BB: I know how to make omelette, tuna wrap and Thai stir fried noodles. My mum will send the ingredients from Thai. I also know how to make samgyeopsal

YG: I don't think that's counted as cooking 😂😂

FAN RELATED QUESTIONS:

Q: Where would you choose to go on a vacation with your fans? Why?

YG: If it’s within Japan I would choose Universal Studios because I have not been there before

YJ: I would like to bring our fans to my home town, Mokpo to see the sea

Junior: An island. I want to go to a remote island that’s difficult to be found because I don’t want to let our fans go (Laughs)

Jackson: The Great Wall of China. I want to spend time walking together with all fans and walk to the peak of the Great Wall

Mark: I want to go around the world. Every single place on the globe. Around The World!

Q: When do you think iGot7 are the cutest?

YG: I think they are very cute when they get shy even before we have eye contact. At that moment, I will tell them “Its ok~, don’t be nervous, just say what you want to say”

Junior: When our fans get excited just because our hands touched during Hi-5 //Does the action of two hands lightly touching//

JS: They always are! But if I had to choose, it would be during performances~ they are very cute when they are cheering for us

JB: When we stand on stage and look at how our fans are very engrossed in watching our performance, I find their enthusiasm very cute

YJ: When fans say we are cute. It’s obviously our fans who are cuter than us yet they always insist we are cuter. I find that very cute

Q: What Korean phrase do you want your Japanese fans to learn? It could also be in English, Chinese or Thai ^0^

YJ: Saranghae~ it’s a phrase that makes a person heart race

Junior: It doesn’t really mean anything but everyone can use Oppa~ even if our fans are older than us, its ok for them to use it!

Jackson: For my hands, I hope they call me baby or honey or any related words. I hope they can add the word “baby” behind my name

Japan Related Questions

Q: One thing that scared you in Japan?

YG: The night shops in Japan close earlier than Korea

BB: Automated toilets. The toilet lid would close by itself! I got a shock

Q: Favorite Japanese snack?

BB: Japanese pudding is very delicious!

YG: I don’t really eat snacks but I do like chocolate ice cream! I love ice cream the most, I eat it everyday

JS: I like everything~ Japanese soft candies are very delicious especially the grape flavoured ones!

Mark: Sour flavoured soft candies

JB: Tokyo Banana! Isn’t that everyone’s favourite?

Junior: Dried sweet potato~ they even sell it in convenience stores

YG: I like everything chocolate related

Q: GOT7 will hold a fan meeting in Maihama. When you think of Maihama, it’s definitely Disneyland!! (Laughs) What do you want to do if you managed to go? Mention your favorite Disney characters

YG: I want to see the fireworks at night! I like bears

BB: I want to go there as I’ve never been there before. My favorite Disney character is Mickey and Minnie Mouse. They’re very cute

Q: If you had a day off in Japan, where would you go?

Mark: Shopping

JS: I want to go shopping but I want to see iGot7s as well

JB: For me it’s also shopping but meeting with the fans isn’t bad too. I want to buy shoes and clothes

BB: I want to go Shibuya if we have time

YG: Hot Spring! I want to go to the one with monkeys

YJ: I want visit the villas beside Fuji-Q Highland. I mentioned it before in our DVD, it’s great

BB: I want to eat and shop at the same time

Junior: Shopping for me as well! When we came to Japan in January, I brought a lot of things. I want to visit the places that I didn’t get to the last time

BB: Bring me along with you to shop~ we have similar taste

Junior: Because you’re copying me

YJ: Exactly!

BB: I didn’t~!

Junior: You already copied everything about me until there’s nothing left to copy isn’t it?

Questions Related to Living

Q: GOT7 doesn’t have much chance to eat home cooked food right… What’s your favorite dish cooked by your mother? You can mention any~ for me its tofu beef stew

YJ: Beef stew!!! My mom’s beef stew is No.1 in the world

YG: Omurice!

Junior: I like the side dishes made by my mother. Anything that is handmade is my favorite

Mark: It’s the same for me! I especially like the chicken soup made by my mum

JB: Anything cooked by my mum is delicious~ my dad is good at cooking too~ Sometimes he would cook braised beef. It’s very yummy

【Let me tell you my favorites!!! MY TYPE SELECTION】

Getting to know the members favorite by choosing between two options!

JB: I want to go for a walk with my date. I will not hide my feelings and express them openly

Mark: If a girl cries, I will quietly comfort her. I hope she make sandwiches for me

JS: I want to make a lunchbox for my date. I like surprises the most!

Junior: If it’s with a member, a ring isn’t bad. I will settle my troubles by myself

YJ: I may not be able to openly confess my feelings because I’m not very brave. I would go shopping with my date

BB: We will discuss our problems together because we are a team. There’s always someone in our group that’s borrowing my clothes

YG: I want to prepare a surprise even for hyungs. I’m not scared of haunted houses

【Choose between the two】

Q: Accessory or Phone Case?

JB: Phone case! I will choose accessories based on my mood on that day so things that I can carry around with me easily is better!

Mark: Accessory. I like accessories.

JS: Phone case because I carry my phone with me everywhere!

Junior: Accessory. A ring probably because it could represent friendship

YJ: Accessory. I think rings aren’t bad. I feel like I can connect with everyone whenever I wear it

BB: Accessory because others will notice it

YG: Accessory because it has more meaning

【If a member is late】

Q: Punish him by making him do aegyeo or get him to buy food?

JB: Get him to buy good. He’s not going to get away just by doing aegyeo so getting him to buy food is better

Mark: Get him to buy food. I see the others do aegyeo often enough already

JS: Get him to buy good. I see the members do aegyeo every day so I don’t really want to see it anymore

Junior: Punish him by making him do aegyeo. I don’t want to use my own money to buy snacks

YJ: Neither. Punish by hitting their butt. That’s how we do it normally (Laughs)

BB: Get him to buy good. I don’t want to see the other members do aegyeo. Plus all of us like to eat

YG: Punish him by making him do aegyeo because I don’t really eat snacks

【Travelling with the members】

Q: exercise or games?

JB: Exercise. Its good bonding for our group and it’s also good for the body

Mark: Games. I have been addicted to games recently!

JS: Exercise. I love exercising the most

Junior: Exercise. GOT7 is a group filled with energy (Laughs)

YJ: Games. Almost all of us like to play games

BB: Games. I always play games with Jackson hyung (Laughs)

YG: Exercise. I don’t really play games

【Surprise event for the members】

Q: Prepare event of Receive event?

JB: Preparing event. I’ve never been surprised before so I think preparing an event would be more enjoyable

Mark: Prepare event. I don’t like surprises

JS: Prepare event. I like surprises the most!

Junior: Prepare event. I like the thought of keeping a secret from a member

YJ: Receive event. I think the one receiving the surprise is happier

BB: Receive event. I’m always preparing events so I want to be the one receiving the surprise once in a while

YG: Prepare event. I think it’s more interesting

【Borrowing/Exchanging clothes with members】

Q: Yes or No?

JB: No. There’s not much chance for me to lend my clothes to others

Mark: Yes. I always lend Bambam my clothes

JS: Yes. I always borrow clothes from Mark and Junior

Junior: Yes because we are a team!

YJ: Yes. I don’t mind lending clothes to others

BB: Yes. I’m always borrowing clothes from the others

YG: Yes. I usually borrow clothes from Bambam

【Theme park or Shopping】

Q: Theme park or Shopping?

JB: Theme park. I want to have fun with the members

Mark: Theme park. I feel like we will all have fun

JS: Theme park and Shopping. I like both!

Junior: Shopping. I like clothes

YJ: Shopping. I think I’ll have more fun shopping

BB: Theme park. I prefer to shop alone

YG: Theme park. It’s more interesting than going to the movie

【What do you want your date to do for you】

Q: Seaweed Roll or Sandwich?

JB: Sandwich. It’s very troublesome to make seaweed roll I don’t want to trouble my date too much

Mark: Sandwich. I like to each sandwiches

JS: Sandwich. But rather than my date making it for me, I want to make it for her

Junior: Seaweed roll. Humans need rice to live! (Jokingly)

YJ: Seaweed roll because I like it

BB: Seaweed roll because it’s more convenient to eat

YG: Seaweed roll. I don’t really eat sandwich

【Towards the person you like】

Q: Confessor or be confessed to?

JB: Confessor. I want to express my feelings openly there is nothing to hide

Mark: Confessor. Man should always be the one who confess first

JS: Confessor. I want to be the one who confess

Junior: Confessor. Because I’m a guy?

YJ: Be confessed to. I’m a bit of a coward regarding things like this… (Laughs)

BB: Confessor. I must be the one who confess first! Because I’m the guy!

YG: Confessor. I’m the type who dares to do anything so I think I’ll be the one who confess

【I’ll talk to the members when I have troubles】

Q: Yes or No?

JB: No. I’m the type to solve problems by myself. I don’t want to burden others with my problems.

Mark: Yes. Recently, I’m starting to talk to the other members about my problems

JS: Yes. GOT7 will always come together to solve my problems

Junior: No. I’ll try my best to solve my problems by myself

YJ: No. I don’t to affect everyone’s mood because of my problems

BB: Yes. Because we are a team, I will find a member to discuss my problem with

YG: Yes. The others might have a better solution than me.

【Going to Haunted House with your date】

Q: Get scared together or Pretend not to be scared?

JB: Get scared together. Even if I’m not scared I would pretend to be scared to scare her

Mark: Get scared together because I will get scared too (Laughs)

JS: Get scared together. I will get scared too

Junior: Get scared together. I want to create happy memories together

YJ: Get scared together. Honestly, I will be scared too

BB: Pretend not to be scared. Even if I’m scared I have to pretend that I’m not

YG: Pretend not to be scared. I’m not scared of haunted house

【When a girl cries】

Q: Make her smile or Comfort her quietly?

JB: Comfort her quietly. Trying to make her smile might have a reverse effect sometimes.

Mark: Comfort her quietly as it’s more like me to do this

JS: Make her smile. I’ll comfort her and make her smile at the same time

Junior: Make her smile. I want to encourage her by telling her not to fret over small stuff

YJ: Both. Assuming she cries, I would wipe her tears first

BB: Comfort her quietly. Trying to make her smile might make her angry instead

YG: Both. If you can succeed doing both it would be very cool!

【Differences in preference for food】

Q: Eat what you want or Suit others?

JB: Eat what I want. When we can’t decide what to eat we would just eat what we want.

Mark: Eat what I want. I’ll buy what I want to eat by myself.

JS: Suit others. I’ve always been very accommodating to others (Laugh)

Junior: Suit others because we are a team!

YJ: Eat what I want. I think it’s good to have a variety of items to choose from (he means for the members to share food)

BB: Eat what I want. I think it’s better for us to eat what we want.

YG: Eat what I want. It’s best for us to eat what we want (Laughs)

【Sport event】

Q: Soccer or Baseball?

JB: Baseball. I know soccer is very interesting but I would like to know more about baseball

Mark: Soccer. I prefer soccer compared to baseball as there’s more action

JS: Soccer. I like it even though I’m not very good at it!

Junior: Soccer. I really like soccer

BB: Soccer because I don’t know how baseball works

YG: Soccer because it’s more interesting

【What do you wish for your date to wear】

Q: Dress or Skinny Jeans?

JB: Dress. Because it looks cute and lovely during spring

Mark: Skinny Jeans. As compared to dress, I think skinny jeans is better

JS: Skinny Jeans. I like my date to wear something more vibrant/energetic

Junior: Dress. It looks very pure

YJ: Dress. I think a girl looks prettier in a dress

BB: Skinny Jeans. Wearing skinny jeans looks healthier I like it

YG: Both. It doesn’t matter what she wears as long as I like her

HIGHLIGHT:

When answering about the member’s habits, Bambam and Yugyeom begin to imitate the member’s actions. The both of them were very focused on doing it and the hyungs said “We can see what you’re doing~!” when they appeared. The Maknaes immediately stopped and said “Oh nothing~!” (Laughs)

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Translated by: @fuckboytuan

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Sutures and Stitches Pt. 4 [M]

→ Genre: Angst, action, fluff, mature/smut (mentions of blood, wounds, medical jargon)

→ Jeongguk/Reader

→ 6k words

→ Summary: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart.

→ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

He sets you down in your living room, putting the groceries on the kitchen counter. Kneeling next to your figure on the couch, he looks up at you in worry. You’d stopped talking, trailing off and losing the conversation you were in. But your body was still shaking, even now. He worried that there was another injury you weren’t showing him. Or telling him about.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, Jeongguk. Stop worrying.” You push him away with a smile.

He furrows his brows. “No you’re not, look.”

He points at the scabs on your knees and elbows, from when the boys pushed you aside against the wall. They looked like some pretty deep and painful scrapes and the blood had soaked through the light material of your jeans.

“Oh I didn’t even notice.” You comment, standing up towards the kitchen. “Let me apply some ointment or something.”

He watches you carefully as you get up from the couch and start digging around in your cupboards for the first aid kit. He sighs and sits down, ruffling his hair. There was the wall again, where you shut yourself off and refused to tell him what’s wrong. He was so tired of dealing with this stupid wall.

Suddenly, he heard a crash and a yelp. He rushed into the kitchen to see glass scattered on the floor, and you crouching down and clutching your foot.

“Y/N!” He dodges the glass pieces to help you up. “Are you okay?” When you look up at him, tears are streaking down your cheeks, your eyes brimming with fresh tears as your lip trembles and your body shakes even more.

“Oh shit, Y/N. Come ‘ere.” He crouches down and lifts you from your knees, cradling you to his chest and tiptoes around the kitchen to set you down on the kitchen table. He runs back, gets the first aid kit, and scrambles back to you. Without another word, he first gets to work on your foot. Putting the gloves on, he applies some disinfectant on the wound, and holds you still as you wince at the sting. Then he takes some tweezers and plies out the piece of glass wedged in the ball of your foot, applying pressure to the wound when you yelp at the pain.

He grits his teeth. “Shit, Y/N. The wound is pretty deep.”

You bite your lip, the tears still streaming down. He sighs and gets to work, wrapping up the wound in gauze as best as he can, using the skills he’d learned from watching you work on his own wound. When he’s finished, he takes off the gloves and gets to work on your scabs, carefully applying ointment to your knees and elbows before standing up.

“It’s not about the wounds is it?” He asks, towering over you even when you’re sitting on the table. You lower your head, hiccuping and still sobbing.

“Please, Y/N, tell me what happened.”

When you still don’t reply and the sobs rack your body, he sighs and draws you in for a hug, wrapping his hand around the back of your head to cradle you in and the other drawing your waist into his torso. At the motion, your sobs become harder and louder, and you finally open your mouth and let the cries come out. You sob into his shirt, whispering, “I was so scared...” over and over again.

And he waits until you’ve finished, soothing your hair down and waiting for you to calm down. It’s only until you catch your breath finally and stop hiccupping that you say something, head still tucked into his chest.

“It was a few months after you left, Jeongguk.” Your hands come up to clutch at the material of his shirt, and he waits, wanting to look at you while you talk but you clutch him closer so he can’t see you.

“Yugyeom threw this huge party after graduation, and there were so many people.”

“There were a bunch of people there and even Minah and Seulgi tagged along, so I went. But then there were also guys who were much older than us, out of college, even. And this guy named JB was hitting on me the whole night.” Jeongguk flinched, seeing where the story was going. “But I got so drunk, because they kept giving me shots and I was so dumb, I just let it happen. And that night, when everyone was still dancing, I passed out and the next thing I knew it, w-we were in a dark room, and I could hear him trying to take off my clothes.”

Your body started trembling as the story you never dared tell anyone began to spill out. “Yugyeom’s parents came and c-crashed the party so JB ran off before anything could happen but--” You choked off, sobbing into his shirt. Jeongguk froze, closing his eyes as he could feel the pain that you felt.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay. I understand now. You don’t have to tell me anything more. Shhhh.” He stroked your hair and let you hold him until you calmed down again.

“J-jeongguk, I...I haven’t told anyone this before.” You choke out.

He feels anger rise up in him as he yanks you away from his chest to look at you. “What?! What do you mean?”

You sob harder, hands coming up to cover your face. “H-he threatened to make sure I never got an offer from the university I wanted to go to. Apparently he was the son of a super important politician and had the power to make those calls. H-he threatened me Jeongguk a-and I can’t help but feel so guilty. It was my f-fault, if I had just told someone or reported h-him, he would have been punished, h-he probably wouldn’t be doing it to anyone else.”

Jeongguk stood there in shock, as he heard you spill the secret, the wall that he’d been trying to hard to jump over. and he realized what a mistake that was, that this wall was much too high to try to jump over, much too strong and thick for him to fight.

He hugged you again, squeezing his eyes shut. “I-I’m so sorry Y/N. I should've been there for you, I should’ve called. I swear if I find that son of a bitch I’ll kill him. It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault.” He whispers that last phrase countlessly into your hair, lips moving against your forehead.

He waits again until you’re okay and carries you to your bed. The crying had tired you out and your eyes are swollen and ready to shut from the sleepiness. When he makes a move to walk to the couch, you reach up and clutch his sleeve, looking up at him with sad eyes. He relents and lays down gently on the bed next to you, an arm cradling his head as he faces you who lay in a mirror image of him. He curls a hair behind your ear, and watches as you fall asleep. It’s only when he knows for sure that you’re asleep that he inches that much closer to you and cradles you close.

After that night, you and Jeongguk created a bond that would never be broken again. He was the only one who knew about your past, and you, his.

He made a deal with you, to try and walk you home every chance he got so that you would never have to experience running into the boys or any similar situation like that again. And you promised to do what you could, to try and patch up his wounds without reporting him or filing his name anywhere so he could escape the public eye.

And for weeks, it continued, nothing happening out of the blue other than a knife cut that you grumbled for days about when you patched him up in the residence study room. It was quiet, and comfortable.

Jeongguk was your best friend again, and you finally had someone waiting for you when you got off your shift, and someone to eat dinner with you when you got the rare chance to cook for yourself on a day off. And to be completely honest, it felt good. Warm. Safe.

“I’m gonna be gone for a few days.” He tells you at the dinner table one night, chewing loudly on the pork you grilled for him.

“What’s up?”

“We’re gonna start the mission tomorrow.” He says simply, shoving another piece of meat into his mouth and downing it with a swig from a beer can.

“Okay, just don’t get hurt like an idiot and come back safely.” You reply, “So what’s the big plan?”

“Basically, we’ve got to get the queen bee out of her nest. But she won’t show herself willingly, when no one knows where or who she is. We need to take out people, one by one, and make sure she barely has anyone left to protect her before drawing her out. Then we can take her on. The bastard at the top of YG is probably going to try his best to not show himself, but we’re gonna draw him out and start by killing the men closest to him. That’ll get his attention.”

“Is there a reason why it’s tomorrow?”

He nods, “YG is planning to sell the computer plan Jinyoung and I made to the National Korea Banking System. If he succeeds with that, there’s no use in trying to take him down. He’ll be too powerful with all that money circulating between his fingertips. We need to get him before he makes an action, get him when he’s weakest and unprepared.”

“How do you keep track of all this?” You pop another piece of meat into your mouth, while grilling some more. The boy ate like there was no tomorrow and he’d already cleaned his plate.

“Remember the hyungs I told you about?” You nod. “Well, one of them is a hacking genius and he keeps track of them and makes sure they can’t keep track of us. Which is why I can climb up your fire escape and wait for you to come home.”

You sputter, “You’ve got to stop fucking doing that. Do you think you’re spiderman or something? Fuck, someday someone’s going to call the cops on you and you’ll be jailed forever.”

At the comment, Jeongguk falls silent and pokes at his meal, and you fall silent and slow down chewing to look up at him.

“Jeongguk...what happens when you’re caught?”

He stares down at his meal, pushing around the leaves of salad around on the white plate. “Caught by who?”

“I don’t know,” you muse, “the cops? Or like, someone from YG?”

He takes a little longer to reply, but then sets down his fork and downs the rest of his beer. Shrugging, he responds, “They’ll either jail me forever or kill me.”

You stop eating, and slam down your fork. “Jeongguk, are you fucking serious?! Even the cops are after you?!”

He shrugs, grabbing another beer from your counter. “Well yeah, that’s what happens when your death is faked and you fall off the radar of both the government and gangs.”

“Wait, you don’t contact your parents? What do you mean you’re off the radar?”

“Once YG shot me, they thought I was dead. And they burnt down the building so they didn’t suspect anything when they didn’t find my body. But I had to drop off the radar or else they’d come after you and my parents. That’s why I couldn’t call or contact you.”

You frown, “But Jeongguk, your parents still tell my parents that you’re doing well. They say that you call every week. How is that possible if you haven’t…?”

He clenches his fist. “Never put it below them to pull something like that but figures. They’ve been pretending to be me with their voice phishing or something so that my parents won’t call the cops and start a search for me which will make things way more complicated with the police find that YG was the last group I was in contact with.”

“What happens if they try to file a report?” You ask.

“YG will kill them before they dial the number of the police station. Same with me, if I called them for real, they’d know and come kill me in two seconds.”

“Jeongguk, how could you talk about it like that? You could die.”

A hard look comes over his name. “Don’t fucking pretend like you didn’t know, Y/N. This is who I am now.”

You gawk at his harsh tone. “I never asked for a best friend who I don’t know whether he’s going to be murdered tomorrow or dragged to spend the rest of his days in jail.”

He gruffs, rolling his eyes. Rubbing at them, he abruptly stands up. “I don’t want to fucking talk about this right now. Do you even hear what you’re saying?”

You stand up as well, slamming your hands down. “No Jeongguk, I’m just worried about you, but I can’t believe you don’t even seem worried about what you’re saying right now.”

He runs an agitated hand through his hair, gritting out and facing you, grabbing your arms to shake you with each word. “YG. Fucking. Tried. To. Murder. Me.”

When he saw the tears glistening in the corners of your red eyes glaring back up at him, he let you go, sighing and drawing you in for a hug. You angrily refused to wrap your arms around him back, squeezing your eyes shut to prevent the tears from flowing.

“Y/N,” he whispered into your hair, “They tried to take my life. I need to get it back from them. Whatever it takes.”

You mumble into his chest. “I’m just scared that the thing it’ll take for you to get it back is gonna be your life.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty good at fighting.” Chuckling, he tries to lighten the situation, but that attitude breaks the dam as you start sobbing again. It had been weeks since the altercation with the high school boys, and when you’d told him your story. But the gates opened up again at the thought of Jeongguk also leaving you, of you losing him to either the law or the gang he was up against. If he left, if he was jailed or killed, you’d be left with no one again.

It was just going to be like that night when JB left you in the classroom, sobbing and crying, and how your friends had all turned their backs on you, ignoring your odd change of attitude and never bothering to ask why. Later you learned that he’d paid off or bribed any witnesses at the party who saw him drag you into the bedroom with great college acceptances or lavish dinners and cars. Leaving you alone, like always.

Jeongguk sighed as you slumped against him, and you croaked out, “Jeongguk, I don’t want to be alone again. Can’t we just stay like this? Just normal two people being alone together. I don’t know if I’ll be able to trust anyone again ever, if you leave me too.”

Cupping the back of your head and stroking the hair there, he whispers, “You know I can’t stop this mission Y/N. I’m not even supposed to be here.” You look up at him, and clutch at his shirt. “Then why does it feel like you’re already not here anymore?”

He looks down at you and searches your eyes, running over the red rims and the wet lashes. He swipes down the bridge of your nose, and lands on your lips. You looked as beautiful as he’d remembered you being when you were back in high school. Feeling a surge of emotions overwhelm him at the thought of him finally being able to live a normal life, with him waiting for you at home to come home tired so he could massage your shoulders and cook you a nice hot dinner, and spend the rest of the night cuddling and watching movies, without having to worry about the mission or YG or dead partners or guns.

He sighed and closed his eyes, longing just to forget everything, to drop everything and just succumb to this dream, this calm before the storm.

A scene ran through his mind: of him leaving to work right next to you, dressed in a nice tuxedo and carrying a breifcase and giving you a quick peck on the lips as he dropped you off at the hospital. An image of you in a white wedding dress walking down the aisle made the backs of his eyes burn.

A child runs towards him, smiling like you but with his features, reaching up to him, and Jeongguk picks him up and spins him around as he hears your laughter in the background. He sees you when you have white hair, and wrinkles adorning all of your features, but as beautiful as ever.

But as he opens his eyes, he returns to his reality, the cold icy reality. YG had left him to die with a huge gash across his chest, had killed Jinyoung, and had taken everything away from him. If he stays by your side any longer, he realizes with a start, it was a matter of time before YG realized Jeongguk was alive and started to go after you as well.

But as you look up at him expectantly and he can’t manage to erase the images of your potential future together, he groans and lets himself be impulsive for one more time in his life instead of all the calculated moves he’d planned for months ahead.

He brings up a hand to cup your cheek as he angles your jaw upward and catches your lips in his, swallowing your gasp and pressing himself harder to you.

You freeze, shocked that Jeongguk is kissing you, moving his lips across yours in a desperate motion, tasting like beer and mint and just an addicting taste of him, making you feel lightheaded as you press up on your toes and grip his shoulders to get better leverage.

At the movement, he wrenches away from you, pressing his forehead against yours. You open your eyes, panting and at a loss of breath as you stare at his expression. His eyes are scrunched shut and his eyebrows furrowed in middle as he pants, hands gripping your jaw gently while his own jaw clenches hard.

“J-Jeongguk?” you let out with a small voice.

His breathing slows as he slowly peels his eyes open to see your face close to his, eyelids heavy from the kiss but fear dancing in them. “Shit, Y/N. I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time.”

Your eyes widen at the confession, searching his eyes for any hint of a joke, trying to find the joking and playful Jeongguk you were used to. But right now, right here, is Jeongguk letting out his sincerity. The truth.

As you search his eyes, you see assurance, the dedication that you had always admired about Jeongguk, but also you see the adoration he has for you. You remember the nights of the past few weeks where Jeongguk crawled through your resident window to bring you your favorite snack after a particularly hard shift.

The time when you’d fallen asleep during a movie and he’d laid you down on the couch and snuggled with you and you’d slept like a baby for once in months. You remember the excitement as you ended a shift, restless because you knew Jeongguk was waiting and you two were going to cook some great food and marathon the harry potter movies.

You remembered how he’d held you when you told him about JB, and how throughout the weeks, he’d never brought it back up to you again, but instead took the time to show you how much he cared by being more careful with his actions around you.

And your heart aches as you think of the consequences of falling in love with Jeongguk, the hitman. Someone who lives in constant danger, who comes tumbling into your apartment with stab wounds and gun shot scars littering his shoulders. But as you see the dark pools of brown swimming with desperation, you relent and tiptoe up to plant your mouth on his.

With the motion, Jeongguk groans and practically melts into you, torso hunching down and hands wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him. He bites your lip gently and explores your moiuth with his tongue, unrelenting as he spins you and presses you against the wall.

You reach down for the hem of his shirt, and he stops you, detaching from your mouth to glare into your eyes. He warns, “Y/N stop me right now, or else I’m not gonna be able to hold myself back.”

You nod, hands smoothing up his bare chest underneath the shirt. Landing on the spot right above his heart, you look back at up at him, “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

He groans and relents, whipping off the shirt before gathering you up in his arms and lifting you as you wrap your arms around his neck again and let him carry you to the bedroom.

You can’t distinguish your bodies in the scramble. But all you feel is so much emotion, so much love for this boy who you’d let into your life again. You push him aside and crawl above him to sit on his lap.

You whip off the shirt you were wearing as you sit up, and throw the cloth aside. Jeongguk’s eyes widen, hands coming up to smooth from your hips up to right underneath your breast. Your skin prickles with anticipation, goosebumps sliding across your chest at his piercing gaze. “Fuck, Y/N.” He whispers as he brings up a thumb to swipe over a nipple. A moan tears out of your throat and you collapse onto his torso to kiss him fervently, tongues meeting in the middle. You move onto his jaw as his hand comes up to cup your breast, unable to focus on kissing him when his hands are so large, so warm as they knead the flesh and tug at your nipple.

You move further down and he throws his head back on the bed as you crawl down his chest to run your fingers over every ridge, every scar, every inch of skin you can find. You follow your hands with your lips, first gently rubbing your closed lips across the raised skin, before your tongue comes out to sooth the skin.

He groans and twists above you as you trace the gun wound on his shoulder when you were first reunited with him, and lets out a loud moan when you move further down to trace the large gash across his torso. You sit up and look at him sadly, whispering, “Did it hurt a lot?” as your fingers trace the dark tissue. You can feel his chest muscles tighten as you gently follow the skin. He stares hard up at you, an unreadable expression in his eyes as he reaches up to cup your face and curl your hair around behind your ear.

“Not as much as it hurt to be away from you.” He whispers and draws you in for a kiss, tongue coming immediately to swipe at your lips as he abruptly turns the both of you so he hovers over you and grips your waist as he continues kissing you.

You sigh into the kiss, the feeling on his hands on your chest, on your waist, on your cheek throwing you into euphorious bliss.

Somewhere along the way, he gently removes your pants, kissing every inch of skin that he reveals, making you gasp and tug at his hair. Breathless moans are swallowed up by his own mouth as he lines himself up at your entrance and breathes out, “Y/N, I fucking love you.” as he gently thrusts up into you. Hands scrabble for a grip on anything, any part of him as he maneuvers his hips to minimize your discomfort. He continues to kiss you until your lips are swollen and until you’re gasping his name as the pleasure overtakes your entire body and you tighten over him.

He thrusts once, twice, and it’s when you whisper back into his ear, “I love you so much,” he lets out a strangled cry of your name before collapsing on top of you. And then you’re crying, both because you know that you’ve finally found someone who you want to be with forever, but also because reality is so much harsher, and that the man lying next to you right now might not be alive tomorrow. But the both of you choose to push the ideas far back into your minds, instead focusing all attention on the flushed cheeks and shy smiles underneath the haze of the moonlight from the bedroom window. He kisses your tears away, drawing you into his chest and hugging you tight with reassurance.

“I’m never going to leave you, okay?” He says quietly against your forehead. And you know it’s an empty promise, that he has no control whether a stray bullet will one day pierce a vital organ or if he’ll run into a trap he cant escape from, or if he runs out of blood while on his way to your hospital. There were so many ways, but so little options he had. But as he wipes your tears away and cradles your shaking body closer, you close your eyes and let yourself drown in this moment, this memory, in hopes of tomorrow never coming.

When you wake up it’s later into the night, a few hours after you dozed off to sleep in Jeongguk’s arms. But this time his side of the bed is empty, devoid of any warmth or any sign that he was here. The only evidence of his presence are the red marks that litter your neck, chest, and stomach and the deep ache in between your thighs. As you stand up and pull on a shirt, you pad into the rest of your house in hopes of seeing him in the familiar position on your couch, or rummaging in the kitchen, or humming as he showered.

But your house is empty, and everything is so, so cold.

And he never calls, the next few weeks spent in solitude. You linger outside the hospital every night, waiting for the familiar face to pop up, hunched in a jacket with hands jammed into the pockets bouncing up to you with a toothy smile and throwing his arm around you. Days in your house are spent warily glancing at the fire escape or the doorway whenever a sound is heard, hoping to see his bulky figure trying to squeeze his way hilariously through your windows. The house becomes cold, now empty instead of being filled with his presence and laughter and jokes.

“Y/N, are you okay? You look a bit more tired these days, do you want a break?” A nurse asks you. You smile at her, “I’m okay, its just that the night rounds have been really hard on me.”

She nods, “Go get some rest and just stay in your office. Your shift ends for that one anyways, just end your rounds early.”

“I’ll just chill by the desk just in case I get a call.” She smiles at you and sits back down behind her computer as you sip on some tea to calm your nerves and soothe your eyes. Suddenly, a group of patients come bustling back from somewhere, talking amongst themselves.

“Did you hear about the sniper incidents recently? So scary!” One lady exclaims, dragging her IV drip.

Her friend nods, nursing a broken arm, “It’s crazy! The world is so untrustable these days. It’s ridiculous.”

Your ears perk up, at the mention of a sniper. You’re about to follow them and ask what they mean but you remember that you’re at a hospital and taking too much interest in the subject would draw unnecessary attention to you. Retrieving your phone, you search the latest news and see that indeed, Seoul’s streets have been sent into a flurry at two bloody bodies found in front of YG building.

You immediately know that it’s Jeongguk and his group of brothers who have done this. You furrow your brows at the thought of multiple police groups going on his case about this

You thank her and give her the best smile and hug you can and trudge your way to your office to retrieve your belongings. The hallway is dark, the time being 2:52 AM, where most patients were asleep and not ringing their bells and only the emergency room was busy at the time. You punch in the passcode to the empty residential office room and collapse on the couch for a moment to check your phone.

No messages, no calls, and no notifications of a certain someone letting you know he’s okay. The news report is still running through your mind when you see a quick movement in the corner of your eye. You barely have time to move your head towards the sound before a hand is coming over your mouth and nose with a thick cloth. You struggle and shout agains the hand but it holds fast to your face and wrist as your struggles grow weaker.

The last thing you hear is a gruff voice in your ear saying, “Good night doctor.”

You wake up with a pounding headache and a throbbing pain in your wrists. Squinting your eyes open you glance around at your surroundings and see random chairs and tables lining dingy walls of a place that looks like a warehouse. Your look down and see your ankles and wrists tied down by zip ties to a wooden chair. Groaning at the searing headache, you try to wiggle your fingers to get some blood flowing in them, but they’re numb at the tightness of the zip ties.

Suddenly, a gate to the warehouse opens and you can see three figures walk in, their faces still shaded by the darkness. You deem that you were unconscious for around an hour or so because the sky still seems dark and the warehouse has no natural light filtering in from anywhere. You struggle against your binds but it’s of no use, the zipties are fastened hard and the movements make the hard plastic cut into your skin, tearing it and causing you to wince and cry out. The man in the middle who walks up lets out a dramatic sigh and shakes his head, “Oh no dear, don’t move,” he says in a sickly sweet voice, “we don’t want any of that. Don’t be scared.” He coos at you.

As he comes closer into the light you can now make out his features. He is a handsome, lean man who seems like he could be a model, but his lips are cuved into a sinister smirk and his eyes swim with dark greed. The men behind him have masks on their faces, but their suits don’t hide the fact that they probably incredibly strong. You grit your teeth, “Who are you? Why did you bring me here then?”

He smiles, pulling up a chair and sitting on it backwards, “Now now Y//N, you need to relax. I just wanted to chat with you.”

You roll your eyes. “What do you want? I don’t know anything.”

At the phrase, the feigned kindness drops and you watch in horror as his features morph from a smile into the most wicked expression you’ve ever seen. His voice drops in octaves, and you can see that his jaw sets as he takes in your rude tone.

“You know what I want, Y/N. Where is Jeongguk?” He growls. You widen your eyes at the statement, but quickly recompose yourself. “I don’t know.” You say, but he doesn’t buy it.

Sighing, the flippant attitude returns as he stands up from the chair and drags it to the side. The imminent scraping echoes throughout the warehouse. “Well, if you don’t want to comply, then we’re going to have to resort to some other measures.” He growls, facing you again and with the last words, he throws the chair violently and the sound of it clattering on the cement echoes again.

“Who are you? I don’t know anything!” You yell, bucking against the chair you’re in, the fight or flight response kicking in immediately.

He laughs, the sound bringing goosebumps to your skin and a shiver down your spine. “Oh, you know who I am. Did Jeongguk not tell you? I’m JR, but you would recognize me as Jinyoung.” He introduces himself with a laugh and a grand gesture.

You rack your brain for the name and finally remember it. “B-but you died! YG killed you!”

He smiles, hands in pockets as he approaches you. “Yes yes my dear. But what Jeongguk didn’t know is that I survived. And now guess who runs YG?” He smiles as your eyes begin to burn with tears.

“W-What, how could you? He was your partner! Your friend!” You yell, the tears are streaming down now.

A dark look passes over his face. “No, we were never partners. He was the one who kept getting recognition because he was in charge of the public events but it was ME who developed the system and ME who deserved all the praise. Jeongguk was nothing to me. And when YG came to me and asked me to be their right hand top man in line for their old leader retiring, I agreed, for the price of the system. Now its all mine, and Jeongguk has nothing.”

“Then why did you bring me here? You have all that you want!” You cry out, silently calling out for Jeongguk in your mind. Jeongguk, please please please don’t come back. He’ll kill you, he’s going to murder you, like the time he left you for dead.

“Oh yes! I almost forgot my plan. You see, Jeongguk has been trying to draw me out. Stupid boy, does he not think that YG doesn’t know what he’s doing? We saw him picking you up from the hospital and knew he was alive and so we came to your office to bring you here. Jeongguk’s trying to draw me out using my best men, and so I’ll do exactly the same. I’m gonna draw him out using his most dear woman: you.” Chuckling at your shocked expression, he holds up your phone that was in your pocket, wiggling the device around.

“Give me that, that’s mine!” You scream, but he just grins at you and unlocks the phone, somehow getting past your password and opening up your contacts. He scrolls through your contacts, but he forgets that Jeongguk and you never felt the need to use phones as your method of communication. Jeongugk was just somehow always there, to haer you when you called out to him or to come to you when you needed him. At the lack, Jinyoung doesn’t budge. Smirking, he chucks the phone to one of his men, and tells them, “Go to her house and wait for him to come. When he does, bring him to me.”

You scream and cry out against your binds as one of the men walk off. It was too, too clear where this was headed. Jeongguk was probably going to return to your house soon and would probably run into the men and be taken by surprise. There was no way that he would be able to defend himself from the other two men by himself. Jinyoung smirked at your screams and squats in front of you.

“And you my dear, I’m gonna keep you here until he gets here. I want you to scream his name as loud as you can so he hears and comes running to rescue you.” His hands come up to mocking wipe your tears away from your cheeks as he rises and looks down at you. The hand slowly moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, and he weaves his fingers into the hair there, and yanks back harshly so you face him.

“And when he gets here, you will die too.”

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