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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 2 years

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Small Town Whispers (Jaehyun) TEASER

A/N: Going to try and finish this within the week! Here is your little teaser ahead of time! I have things planned during my break so keep an eye out for those as well!

Let me know if you want to be tagged!

A/n; This is loosely based off of Stars Hollow from Gilmore Girls and Luke & Lorelai’s relationship. I hope you guys enjoy this, I haven’t written a full story in a long time.

Tags: Diner owner! Jaehyun, afab! reader, drunken confessions, distant longing, gossip, slow burn, established relationship eventually

Smut tags: dom! Jaehyun, body worship, mirror sex, oral sex, a lot of kissing, slight hair pulling

Your shift at work was like any other day. A bookstore in a small town doesn’t necessarily get very busy in this day and age, so you had it quite easy most of the time. Only you could feel trouble brewing when the two ladies sauntered in. They weren’t looking for books, that you could most definitely tell. However they played the part well enough, walking through the aisles and pretending to care about the backs of the books they were reading only to steal glances of you.

“How can I help you ladies?” You asked as they walked up to the counter, not one book in hand. “Dear, enlighten us would you.” Mrs. Yang started and you could feel yourself get nervous. “What happened between you and Jaehyun?” Mrs. Park finished the question and you let out a sigh. “I thought the town drew conclusions on their own.” You remarked, looking away and pretending to look something up on the computer. You didn’t care for their sudden regard for the actual situation, they didn’t seem to care when spreading rumors not a few days prior. “Jaehyun keeps claiming that isn’t the truth. We’re just simply curious.” One of them mentioned and you felt yourself look down to the ground. He was defending you all while you were ignoring him, it made you feel awful.

“Not only that but he’s been awfully grouchy since the whole thing. Haven’t seen him smile in a week!” Now you simply felt worse, he didn’t deserve this. You were the one who messed up and well, maybe it was time to own up to the situation. “He’s telling the truth, nothing happened. He was being a gentleman when I made a mistake, that’s all.” You admitted, finally looking the two gossips in the eyes. They seemed almost disappointed with the truth and sighed before bidding their goodbyes. Their words made you feel awful and you made the choice to see him that evening, talk things through. You just had to wait until the diner was closed, you didn’t need an audience again.

The lights were still on yet the closed sign was hanging from the door as you stood in front of the diner. Your heart was absolutely racing and you were so incredibly nervous, but you knocked anyways. You thought this approach would have been better than barging in like the last time.

Jaehyun truly hadn’t expected to see your face, especially not so late on a day that he knew you worked. He also didn’t expect for you to knock as you normally let yourself in. This visit was different and after the week he had without you, he could sense that. Though he had to keep himself from smiling because he really missed you, he opened the door slowly.

Like I said before, some stuff coming up and during all of that I hope to finish this by the end of the week!

Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged ♥

#jaehyun #nct #nct smut #nct 127 #jaehyun smut #nct reaction

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thefirstknife · 1 year

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Not to steer the new teaser conversation in a Negative direction, but how do you feel about the comment made by Yanes about titans and their "fantasy" that's been going around amidst the widespread disappointment with the Titan strand subclass?

Here's the article where this is mentioned!

This is what I see people spreading around:

But yeah, Titan mains, we love you. We do. But remember that we try to reinforce your core fantasy. And at some point, your guy's holding the fist on the cover of the game.

This is all the text that precedes it:

Finally there's the Titan Berserker, which excels at creating Woven Mail. Its melee ability, Frenzied Blade, can be used three times to Sever a lot of enemies quickly, and one of its Aspects generates Woven Mail for you and nearby allies whenever you destroy a Tangle. Another Aspect launches a Strand projectile from your barricade, Suspending any enemies you hit. This class sounds incredibly powerful on paper, but it's actually been a bit divisive, largely due to comparisons between its Super, Bladefury, and Titan's Stasis and Arc Supers. I put the question to Yanes, who says Bungie's aware of feedback about Titan abilities looking overly similar, but he maintains that Berserker is a whole new beast.

"Bladefury is much more about giving you the survivability tools to really lay into those guys and then giving you a range option, which is not something you generally do in these roaming Supers, to Suspend things from afar and damage them," he says. "That's their heavy attack, that double blade uppercut you see them do in the trailer. I think that's two of the core ways we've tried to shift them away.

Obviously we haven't personally tried it out and we can only judge it from what we see, but that does seem like there are significant differences. New Titan stuff seems to be not only oriented towards damage, but also debuffing enemies and helpful for allies. It also seems to be focused on speed and range, something that arc and stasis supers don't have (arc has it ... sort of, but Fists of Havoc feel fairly restrictive with how long and how far you can go around). Titan stasis also feels very heavy and slow to use, as well as being possibly disruptive to your own teammates when you spawn a million stasis crystals and obstruct the view. Strand seems to be going in several different directions which is interesting.

Is it ultimately similar? Yeah, you still get your fists engulfed and start punching. Obviously, strand has stuff that others don't, but at first glance, it's similar. This is also an issue because the last super Titans got was stasis and that's the roaming punchy super. Now we've not had anything new for 2 years and we're getting another of the same type. However, I'm not sure which other fantasy people were expecting? Like, this is a genuine question, I would love to know what other directions to take that aren't already taken. Titans have ranged supers, throw-yourself-at-enemies super, stationary protective super, roaming punch supers. They have different abilities on different subclasses with throwing things, shoulder charges and normal melees, several different barricade options and the new arc dash.

I guess people wanted strand to be that Titans will maybe throw something? If we wanted repeats, I guess people wanted something like Sunbreaker. I wouldn't mind that, but I don't mind the current Strand stuff either. At least without trying it, I can't pass judgement until I give it a shot. The only thing we can worry about immediately is this super's viability in high end content. So far, roaming supers and close range stuff in general really isn't good in GMs, though Titan strand comes with survivability options and buffs for allies so maybe that changes things.

Outside of that, we can't really tell if this will be good or bad, it's just based on vibes and people expecting things that Bungie really never told us to expect. Titan combat fantasy IS to punch things or alternatively to stand your ground. Those are the two core fantasies for Titans in battle. Strand seems to be mixing them both which is really interesting to me. We'll see how it turns out.

As a final note, I do think that stasis and strand should eventually get a second super though. Light subclasses have multiple options and that's ultimately what gives us more reasons to use them. Arc Hunter was immediately revived when we got a second option. I feel like making a second option for stasis and strand is much more important than making a billion aspects and fragments. Also, a lot of people would probably be cool with stasis and strand Titan if there was something else to pick. Having a second super to pick for different situations would really help a lot.

#destiny 2 #titan #strand #long post #ask #wanted to put the whole quote from the dev because people are copying just one sentence as usual #strand seems to be really unique with all the cc options as well as buffs for yourself and your allies #it might give this roaming melee super an edge in higher end content that others don't have #i would really love to go berserk (pun intended) on enemies in a GM with strand titan #being able to suspend enemies and wrap yourself in a buff would be really interesting #we'll have to wait and see #i would absolutely love for a ranged option as well though. just for variety's sake #stasis getting a second super is my dream #and now strand as well

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keeperoftinyarmy · 1 year

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Could it be easier for people to start talking about their dislike towards Tae since he hasn't been connecting as much to army and at least on screen to the other members (apart from the runbts episodes we got). We know there's a lot we don't see, even Hobi told us that Tae was very supportive of his solo stuff when it was happening, but we just didn't see it. And now what we see is Tae hanging out with his other friends and doing non-bts related content. He is free to do what he wants as are the other members, but it has felt like he's been making a boundary so to speak, either consciously or by accident. I personally miss seeing more of Tae in bts related things or with the other members so the live was a fun surprise. But I don't blame him from pulling back, if that's what he's done, there's a part of the fandom that hasn't really treated him well, especially last year. I don't always understand him and I don't have to, I'm just a fan, but I can't really think he would have any malicious intents behind his actions. Maybe he's a little bit of a tease sometimes, but they all are.

(by the way I've loved seeing you more on my dash lately, your blog was one of the first ones I followed when I came into the fandom and I've been missing the old times, it's nice to see you're still here)

I actually rarely see hate toward V. The spaces I frequent in fandom are very much filled with love for him. He’s the bias of so many people. I’ve really only seen any “mass” (I put it in quotes because I actually don’t feel it’s widespread at all) negativity toward Tae in jikook spaces..especially of late.

To me…we haven’t seen V less than the other members. (To me the least visible was Jimin - until Face began and of course Jin) V has been posting his photo shoot pictures, random shots and stories, and he’s commented on weverse. He also has his on solo projects - like all the rest - so yes he’s promoting them. Mentioning the Wooga Squad and showing pics with them etc is expected since he’s had Friendcation and Jinnys Kitchen.

Also he’s on a group break, his time is more his own, so he gets to spend time with friends in ways he probably couldn’t for years. I’ve always loved that he had the Wooga squad. It’s healthy and normal to have friendships outside of work. And no matter how much BTS love each other, it is still work for them. So as they’ve mentioned it has been good for them being more apart and it actually has made them closer. 💜

I think the main issue here is lack of consistent BTS content…OT7 content. We don’t have that to pull our focus together so some people are bored and stirring things up. (Not to say that people don’t legitimately dislike Taehyung - his personality is not for everyone) Jikookers especially have no reason (imo) to be saying stuff about Tae. Even if he didn’t say much publicly during Face promotions, JK more than made up for it.

I feel like we took JK’s efforts too lightly. IMO this might have been the biggest public statement he’s ever made. This is a man that consistently pulls in huge numbers of viewers on his lives and he used that to first remind people that SMFpt2 was coming and basically led them to it right at teaser release. Then he spent an entire live watching Jimin content. This is using his platform in a huge way. We should be on our couches still squealing about that and not getting into it with other shippers who are disappointed in their own content and taking out their misery on certain members. I personally have ignored all that (for years) because to me nothing compares to what we get from jikook and I have nothing to debate about with other pairings.

Thank you for following me and noticing I’m back. So kind of you to mention that ☺️

#kota asks

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kingdomtual · 2 years

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so we’ve seen a victorious king (Arthur), arrogant/defiant king (Chiwoo), evil king (Ivan), tragic king (Dann), and now we’re onto...the party king. NO LOL actually feels like he’s bordering on like...a gluttonous king, or invincible, or thinks he’s invincible.

if anyone knows vocaloids, the vibe I got from the very beginning was that song Duke of Venomania, which is about a duke who used to have nothing, then is granted a gift that allows him to have anything he wants (and he uses it to charm the ladies) but then he’s tricked, he’s stabbed, and as he’s dying the charms wears off and everyone leaves him to die alone.

and idk, this era just gives me that vibe bc we’re seeing so much luxury, I mean Louis has it all going on, and it’s so weird to me bc in the past the kings have been...like they’re busy doing king stuff, or saving their kingdoms, or destroying things to get what they want, and from these teasers it’s clear that Louis is living it up, he’s not afraid, he seems to have everything ahead of him and everything he wants. He’s having parties, surrounded by people more than just his king buddies (which is interesting bc in the first teaser the grounds were completely empty, everything was quiet and eerie. Quite the change we’re seeing)

but there’s gotta be a catch in there. I think we’re going to see him at the height of his power, but I think we’re going to see him lose everything, too. Being around for a long time can make a person complacent, if he is a vampire and has been around for a long time, anyway. Other than the first two teasers, we haven’t gotten much indication of what this vampiric curse has to do with Louis, or anymore insight into it at all. Like I said, there is a TON of weird stuff going on in Louis’ kingdom that makes me think we can’t trust everything we see, but I’m a little disappointed we haven’t seen much blood LOL

Anyway. idk where I’m going with this, I like to write out my thoughts as they come, but hm. This feels like it’s gonna be such a different era and I’m so here for it, I just can’t wait to find out more.

In the mean time...Ivan may have given us a hint in Black Crown - Kings Never Die. What if all the kings are actually immortal and we’re just seeing it in Louis’ chapter more purposefully played out???

Kinda interesting <3 Long live the kings <3

#my brain is like boing boing boing #what topic now?? what topic here???#LOL #hok theory #hopey chats #idk if this is theorizing at all tbh

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jungwookjins · 2 years

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some thoughts ahead of taeyeob’s solo,

ik since the video teasers, we’ve been (to an extent, rightfully) worried that the mv is going to be 8d forcing kyujung fanservice and worried abt the influx of shippers that take it way too seriously, get really weird about it, and make the “bl concept” (which is such a stupid term anyways and not reflective of the depth of ooo’s artistry and commitment to this concept at all) their focus

but at the same time, i think our focus when it comes to the solo doesn’t have to be being annoyed at the shippers when we can just block them and enjoy yolo w our trusted circles of mutuals and followers etc.

like ofc this would be more of a problem (like a problem that goes beyond “just block and move on”) if this concept was purely being pushed by 8d for fanservice reasons, and maybe i’m being optimistic, but i genuinely think the decision was, at least in large part, taeyeob and kyubin’s own

ooo have all shown since the beginning how much care and thought they put into their art, including all of the instinct concepts. like in any of their interviews, we can see this isn’t just the company or just for bait, the members genuinely know what they’re talking abt and have ideas they want to convey through their art, but i know that w this, i’m preaching to the choir, u guys all already know this

with taeyeob and kyubin specifically, part of why i think this was their own decision is, like aforementioned, ooo are all v thoughtful and deliberate w their work, and another part is that they genuinely are such great creative partners and enjoy working w each other

taeyeob has called them “vibemates” countless times and mentioned before that the collaboration aspect of night flight came rly easily bc he and kyubin see eye to eye on a lot of the creative process. even w skinz era, the height of 8d fuckery so far (aside from august 2021), the kyujung choreo part was actually supposed to be kyubin and yongsoo, it was kyubin himself who asked if they could change the part to him and taeyeob bc he felt like vibes came more easily like that

so like while i know of course if a company is actually forcing their idols to do something, at a certain point of pressure, the idols are essentially powerless, but to the extent that they can, i absolutely trust the o’s to do what they believe in in their art and ask for what they think is right/makes the most sense/is most comfortable for them in their art

and about underground idol and ‘begin’ specifically, i also think it makes a lot of sense that this is either a continuation of or at least connected to the instinct series. while 8d sucks, company management is not the one doing the creative direction (though i understand what company management and creative directors do is not completely separate, like creative directors are still, somewhat, at least a little, at the behest of the company) and we know that when it comes to their lore and stuff, jaden, whether you like him or not, is a habitual meticulous planner (like we already know some of the song titles that are on if surface m, that’s the level of forethought involved in a lot of ooo’s stuff), so i would not be surprised if this was planned well in advance and not just something 8d is jumping on after seeing that this concept works at generating publicity. and if this was indeed planned out, i mean, ooo have never been ones to jump ship. whether it’s homophobic media outlets’ outrage over libido or shippers being weird abt the units, the members always stick to their guns and see their art to the end/as according to plan as long as they see fit

furthermore, let’s be honest, while musically, ip2 was incredible bc the o’s never miss, we all know that the skinz mv was disappointing in production quality and lore/storytelling. i think this was in part due to budget/8d incompetence and in part due to the fact that they had to quickly fix the lore after jisung’s leaving. if ip2/skinz was the end of instinct lore, to me, it wouldn’t really be a satisfying ending. so given that underground idol seems to be a continuation of that in some sense (which, i mean, the name underground idol is taken directly from the ip2 tracklist, so from the beginning, it seemed like it would be), my hope is that this project can wrap up the instinct arc in a more satisfying and coherent way than skinz would have.

also, i think this project being slower paced/over the course of 6 months and focused on a concept/storyline the o’s are familiar w (as in they have to worry a bit less abt showcasing a completely new concept, though ofc this is still a lot of work for them bc i’m sure a solo debut is nerve wracking regardless of how familiar u are w a concept) gives the members some more time and energy to regroup and reorganize as 6 (🥲), such that their next group comeback can be a true fresh start and their first real post-instinct release

and with ‘begin’ specifically, so far, it seems to be very true to taeyeob and ooo’s artistic sense. the past few weeks, wookjin and taeyeob have been talking abt working on it on bubble, all the members seem excited about it, there’s all those wong kar-wai references (showing continuity/coherence w their past stuff), and just this morning in his yt livestream, kyubin was talking about how while he and wookjin were helping taeyeob w it, they looked at a lot of references for inspiration, talked abt it w taeyeob a bunch, picked elements they all felt suited taeyeob the best, etc etc. (and we also know taeyeob is 1. not afraid to speak his mind and 2. one of the members that is least inclined to gratuitous fanservice), so im hopeful

this got really long but i guess im in part reassuring myself and also hoping that maybe this will reassure u guys bc ik we’ve all lost so so much faith in 8d (and want our guys out of there asap) 😔😔 and perhaps this all leans on the side of optimistic, but we also know that despite all of their fuckery and incompetence, 8d does at least give the members more creative freedom than a lot of companies, and we know the members take full advantage of that creative freedom. and of course, we can never know anything for certain and ‘begin’ hasn’t been released yet, so i can’t say anything for sure, but i trust taeyeob and the rest of the members’ artistic integrity and vision a lot, and from everything we’ve seen abt underground idol so far, i am, for the most part, very optimistic and excited for it all, so that’s all, and happy yolo day lyons ily <33

#this got so long alkjasdlkjflskj #i am nothing if not wordy #but yea ive just been #Thinking #hopefully this makes sense #and tyty to fiona as always making sure i sound coherent ;lkajsf;kasjd #anyways yolo in 10 hours get hyped <3 #onlyoneof #ooo #lee taeyeob #yoojung #okay to rb #ennuitxt

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thevindicativevordan · 1 year

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Comics this week ?

Superman #1 - The one a whole bunch of you have been asking for. I loved it, this is probably the best single issue Williamson has ever put out at DC. Plotting is tight and keeps things moving, characterizations are on point (I love Clark listening to music to tune out the world, that's been a headcanon of mine for years), the art is gorgeous, and the teasers at the end are exciting. Williamson's use of Lex in his brief Batman run was underwhelming, but here I let loose several cackles at Lex's arrogance. Motherfucker actually built a goddamn hologram of himself for Superman to go see for advice, and programmed it to call Superman "son"? Hahaha oh my God that is going in the Lex Luthor Top 10 Biggest Asshole moves ever. Wasn't very enthused about this book being billed as a Superman/Lex teamup, but now I'm onboard. Williamson clarified in a CBR article that the pages involving Brainiac aren't teasing plotlines that he is doing in Superman, but teases for stuff coming in the DCU overall. However the final page with Bizarro is teasing upcoming storylines, and based on the screens we can expect stories featuring Silver Banshee, Lobo, Maxima, Toyman, Livewire, Atomic Skull, and a box with goop coming out of it that I don't recognize. Man to have both of the Superman books kicking ass has my head spinning, last time that happened for me must have been Busiek/Johns which I only read after it was already over.

Nightwing #101 - Like most of the issues without Redondo, it remains fine, but nowhere near as good as when he's drawing it. Dick really needs to start wearing a helmet with all the head injuries he gets.

World's Finest #12 - Fun breather issue, and I was amused at this being the origin for when Dick decided to work on his charm.

One Bad Day: Clayface - Between this and Voidsong I really hope DC gives Kelly and Lanzig a Dawn of DC ongoing. Great work here, up there with Penguin and Bane for best of the initiative.

Lazarus Planet: Omega - Eh. It's alright I guess, I liked the Federeci art even if magic was once again reduced to glowing beams of war.

Immoral X-Men #1 - Disappointed to say that I thought this was just ok. After that amazing leadup Immortal issue, the actual event has landed with a dud for me. None of the three books are hooking me the way they want to and I'm already ready for SoS to be over.

Sabretooth & The Exiles #4 - Speaking of strong beginnings that have fallen off, this book is still a solid read but it is nowhere near as strong as it started. Part of that may be down to me not being a major X-Men guy, I didn't even know Sabretooth had a son.

#weekly reviews #spoilers #joshua williamson

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latin-dr-robotnik · 2 years

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Some Sonic Frontiers thoughts (so far)

I’ve been following all the rumors and leaks surrounding Sonic Frontiers for about a year and a half now, and now that we have actual gameplay to take a close look at, I thought it’d be interesting to share some quick thoughts on the game as we enter a very packed June (keep in mind we’ll see a lot more of Frontiers this month, both from IGN and from the Summer Game Fest next week.)

So, first of all, I don’t know when IGN got their chance to play the game, but it looks early as fuck. The gameplay they posted looks as early as the oldest builds testers described about the game they supposedly tested back in 2020 (the oldest leak). It doesn’t help that the first gameplay demo of the game we get to see is just exploring one area and doing some platforming and puzzle-solving. It falls exactly in line with the expectations set by leaks one year ago, but it doesn’t look like a project that has had another 12 months of active development done. It’s either a very old build kept around for several months until SEGA said it was time to allow showing it, or the game still looks rough to this day.

With that aside, all I can say is that what I’ve seen is mostly what I was expecting. When the IGN teaser dropped I was a bit surprised by the combat, especially with that little launch move Sonic pulled, since going by the leaks I was expecting it to be a lot clunkier. I can see the parkour system from Lost World is back (you can see Sonic wallrunning for a second before hitting a spring), and he seems to be able to climb for a bit. Beyond that, it seems like his standard moveset is back, with the trick system being added again (good!) and the new stuff like the spin cycle. Boost seems to be very limited this time, and maybe the air boost isn’t something you’ll see in this game (unless it’s a skill you can buy or something, I don’t know), so I wonder how fun and immersive the exploration is going to be when we get our hands on it.

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Last year Dakiii, a Tails’ Channel staff member, posted a video with some heavy Frontiers leaks, and most of the stuff said so far seems to be 100% true. Want one example? Leak mentioned there’s one sort of “tower shop” you can buy skills and stuff, and I have a very strong suspicion that’s the same tower we see at the start of the video, but the shop itself at the top wasn’t enabled for that demo. And the more we see the more we’re gonna keep comparing it to a couple of leaks, like the original focus tester from early 2021 or this old one from august 2021 that absolutely called the TGA 2021 trailer from december.

With all of this in mind, I’m not very surprised or disappointed by Frontiers. I’m more scared and excited because it’s quite different from your average 3D Sonic game, but nothing so far screams “red flag” to me (besides the technical state of the game itself, but I’m giving it a pass until release). I’m still cautious around this one, waiting for more gameplay before making any strong claims, and especially waiting for that story trailer to drop one day and see what the hell is going on.

tl;dr leaks said open world was mid, “BOTW rip-off”, open world is actually pretty generic. Technical state is nowhere near ready, animations look stiff but everything else looks fine. Gotta see what’s in store for combat, story and cyberspace.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic frontiers #i don't know if for once my expectations were in check or what #because i can't force myself to feel the same extremes i've seen on social media #i don't hate this with all my guts #and i don't love it as if it's the savior of 3D Sonic #but i actually got lost in my thoughts as sonic ran through that forest #and that's the kind of feeling i like in open world games #so i knew right then that i would like the game

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egg-emperor · 2 years

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Yeah we've barely seen anything and we need to wait but I don't really like seeing all this stuff without any context of to what's actually happening. No details on what it is we're actually looking at in the gameplay so far, we don't know what the real brief story synopsis is because the one that showed up in articles with the Game Awards teaser was said to not be accurate, I'm worried because of the writer, and at the moment the game feels very empty without the sight of a single actual character other than Sonic aside from pretty soulless lifeless enemies with bland designs.

This isn't me trying to be negative and hate on it at all, I'm not actually like feeling anger or disappointment right now. I still feel it's much too early to judge much. I don't know how I feel about the style of environment yet, I'm kind of neutral on it. but at the same time, from the environments we've seen so far, they're quite pretty and the graphics are stunning for a Sonic game but I find the overall design and style in other games a lot more immediately appealing than what we've seen of this so far. But we've still seen barely anything, so I'll hold on before making up my mind. I'd like it if it felt like it had a bit more life in it, but maybe it will later.

And yes I'm biased but you know what blog you're on so- I really want any kind of Eggman details, whether it's a small hint of his role, the smallest glimpse, sound, or mention of him in game or screenshots or even just official released info text, or even just a render on the website or something, please... I wanna know if there's something bigger to look forward to because he's the main event, the real star in my eyes at all times, the party and hype starts when he walks in lol. I hope he gets enough good involvement but I'm also nervous about how he'll be written. I want even the slightest idea of what to expect. And yeah I know they've barely shown anything and I really shouldn't expect much story or character info and stuff this early.

But I think I can be impatient because it's been almost five years since simultaneously newly voiced and animated Eggman and also almost five since he appeared in a main title as a result. At this point it just feels so cruel and I can't take it any more sjfksngksmfm I need my husband to come back home to me :') 💜🥚 I'm just very dramatic and can't help but wish we could fast forward to have more info, bring slight peace of mind in this very nervous and cautious anticipation. The immense lack of his presence in any way when there are only enemies that are lacking his fun creative design that makes them so intriguing, is making me even more desperate to see him.

The most excited I've been for any news so far more than anything was first with Mike Pollock confirming that he's voicing Eggman at the time of the Game Awards, the second being his hints yesterday on Twitter. The gameplay isn't really disappointing or exciting me, I just feel neutral and like it's pretty good and looks nice at best so far. But at this point it's so easy to get much more hype out of me only as long as it's Eggman related, even just text on a screen lmfao. I know not to get my hopes up and actually expect him to show up any time soon but you'll have to excuse me while I continue to be dramatic as I wonder when the egg shaped man will return and bring love and joy to my heart XD

At least because there's supposed to be more news and stuff throughout the month, I think I can at least realistically expect some of my questions from the beginning of the post to be answered. So I'm just going to wait for that and not make any final decisions on how I feel about any of that yet, we've only had a small preview and the whole month to go. Let's see how this goes.

#sonic frontiers #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #my post

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lomappreciationblog · 2 years

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Legend of Mana Episode 2 Thoughts! (spoilers for this episode)

It's much more fast-paced than the first episode, but still has a lot of sweet little interactions between Shiloh, Pearl and Elazul! Really like how their friendship is shaping up.

As usual, it's really so neat that how faithful they are to the game. Mekiv Caverns looks gorgeous, of course! They made sure to use those spiral rock formations.

But some neat little details I also noticed - the fact that Pearl crouches down when she's surrounded by the enemies, is, in fact, accurate to the game! She has no combat capabilities as a companion character, and her only skill is to use Crouch - which is what she does! It's a good thing Shiloh comes swooping in (with what looks like a reference to the flip kick and spin attack skills too!)

And now we get to see just how good Pearl is at wandering off - poor Shiloh and Elazul sure had a tough time of it.

It also might be unintentional but if not, it's really hilarious to me that Elazul gets knocked out by Du'Inke earlier than Shiloh because...companion characters have AI that's dumb as rocks lol. And they will be defeated a lot, especially if the boss has lots of area attacks! I'm so sorry, I do really love this game, but you pretty much have to do the heavy lifting in order to actually kill the bosses and stuff. It might be a bit tweaked in the HD version because I did notice my pets there are more competent in actually targeting enemies.

I know it might seem disappointing that Shiloh and co. were unable to defeat Du'Inke, but it makes sense given the narrative - Shiloh hasn't really explored all that much and so is fairly new against fighting tougher monsters. Props to Blackpearl for saving their sorry butts though lol. She makes a heck of a light show - which is also accurate to the game, whenever she and Pearl shifts forms they also let out rays of light.

I still rather wished they kept Blackpearl secret like in the game, but it would have been harder to pull off in an anime.

I'm a bit surprised it was Elazul who outright says he's a Jumi. I wouldn't have expected he would tell Shiloh about it given how guarded he is, but I suppose it is a sign that Elazul is opening up to Shiloh without being aware of it.

It's also sweet that the other Domina inhabitants kept waiting for Shiloh to make sure he's safe. It gets me in the heart. It's also a pretty good way of introducing the two superstitions about Jumi - those who cry for a Jumi turn to stone, and that when a heavy rain is because a Jumi is crying, somewhere (the 2nd one isn't so significant in the game though, it's only brought up at the very end of the arc).

And ah, our trickster Niccolo did charge Shiloh for those Greenball buns. It's good to see Inspector Boyd though! Oof, but the next episode is probably the Flame of Hope...prepare for the feels. I hope we get to see Seraphina soon, though! The teaser seems to indicate she's in Gato, so hopefully she'll be there.

#legend of mana anime #legend of mana

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paragonrobits · 2 years

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Sandman episode 3 thoughts! I'd like to open up my thoughts by saying that if I had a nickel for every Time a wisecracking sidekick proved to have been a human in a previous life that regrets their actions and serves as a moral compass, well... I would probably have more than two nickels. But Matthew reminds me a lot of Morte from planescape torment. I've been excited to see him ever since episode ones teaser and he does not disappoint. I'm a sucker for worldweary wisecracking sidekicks that feel put upon

I should note that I'm not that familiar with Constantine as a character, beyond his appearance in the original comic, general vibes in the greater DC universe, and that one animated movie where king shark was his ex. And that live action movie with Keanu Reeves but I think most agree its a in name only thing. Nice adaptation though.

Its been a while since I read the issue this episode takes a lot from, but the horror elements are seriously downplayed; there's no rooms made of meat that uses to be someone. I woukd factor this up to a case of benefit of retrospect; I've been told the original angle of the comic was horror, but that went over time. Personally I think it works fine, even if that was a stark moment in the comic

Johanna works great as a character, with a lot of the beats the character should hit; without having to do an origin story or give you the broad strokes, you get a sense of her as someone working spooky stuff with a bad habit of relationships going awry and is plagued by regrets. It really did remind me of the Constantine movie, I don't know if that's bad or not of me.

The stuff with the Cripps is very good at conveying a lot of history without having to tell you a lot; you get a real sense of their problems with each other without them having to clarify that much. I am curious what john did with the ruby, which sounds incredibly nightmarish the more you think about it. I suspect the bit about effectively retconning Dream out of existence is going to be important, AND an extremely bad idea.

So that talisman of protection, huh? That's an effective means of protecting, splattering anyone who tries to harm you. I actually assumed that Ethel cast a spell on ol' chompy eyes last episode to splatter him!

I am very scared for john and the more I we how friendly the Corinthian is being with him I want to yell PLEASE RUN AWAY RIGHT NOW. The coat thing feels very prelude to murder. Or it might be genuine? Mr 'i bite with my blink' is hard to read.

We see more indications that Dream is kibd to people, just very wary and fed up with human arrogance, and the stuff with john I di area he may have a point there, but at the same time, abandoning those in need is not good for him to do. We see him do a good thing by relieving others of chronic nightmares and sleeplessness, problems likely caused by his imprisonment. We see him fulfilling his function!

Matthew really is ride and die at first sight.

#the sandman #johnny watches the sandman #johnny watches #sandman spoilers

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Teaser of a WIP that might be posted?

Hi all! Sort of putting a feeler out for this story to see if there's any interest for something like this on Tumblr, so... here it is!

Main Pairings if so: Wanda x Natasha, Pietro x Darcy, and very far in the future... Kate Bishop x Unnamed!Maximoff (possibly Reader PoV, possibly OC, not sure and still on the fence here)

Rating: T for Teen (Language, Combat, etc). Might go into M (Mature) territory later for hints of behind the scenes stuff with WandaNat and all that, but will be a firm T rating for now!

(2013)

Wolfgang von Strucker swore to Wanda Maximoff that the program would help the Maximoff family, but she never expected anything like this.

This being a mirror image of herself as a small child.

“Physically eight years old and a perfect genetic clone. We were able to successfully imprint most of the basics a child must learn by this age, but not all. I figured you would prefer to teach her yourself from here on out.” He said to her as they stood on the other side of a one-way glass.

Pietro’s jaw dropped open in shock, though Wanda simply lifted her hand and placed it on the cold glass, “Does she know where she is? That I am her mother?”

“We have shown her images of yourself and Pietro, so she will recognize her mother and uncle on sight.” Strucker nodded slowly, then winced as if disappointed in himself or the others who had helped with the project, “We are not able to imprint any memories to encourage certain emotional growth, however. So while she may physically be an exact copy of you, she is still an entirely different person in her own right.”

“She will be placed with me in my room?” Wanda asked, tilting her head in thought of rearranging her own cot in the small room to make room for a second one.

Strucker smiled and shook his head, “No. All three of you shall be moved slightly further from the labs where there will be a larger section to hold all three of you comfortably. It will only have two rooms connected so two must share a room, but it has much more space than either of you have had so far. I have been promoted to reigning Baron of this facility, so better accommodations for my volunteers are a must.”

“Congratulations, Baron Strucker.” Pietro bowed his head, finally feeling his own voice returning to his control, “Speaking of volunteers, how are the others?”

“Ahh, I am afraid the majority have returned home. Some have been filtered out due to previously unknown medical conditions that could cause complications, and some simply could not hold their fortitude in the face of such changes.”

“How many are left?”

“Two. Sadly, you and your sister are all that remain.” Strucker drawled in false pity. ‘No reason for them to know the truth.’

The child on the other side of the glass suddenly lifted her gaze from a TV that she had been sat in front of, and stared directly at where the three adults were as if she could actually see them. She then stood and made her way over to the glass and tapped her index finger on it to a rhythm. One that mimicked the one that Wanda had been silently doing.

“Well, now... that’s new.” Strucker muttered, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

Pietro tore his gaze away from where Wanda and the child were tapping to the same rhythm at the same time, even in the same spot on the glass. Looking over at Strucker, he adjusted his stance to pull the other man’s attention, “When will we be fully introduced? Moved into the new rooms?”

“Normally it would take a few days of paperwork,” Strucker raised a hand to halt Pietro’s complaint before he could even begin, “but I have been working on this for a week or so, now. The three of you can both meet, and move, today.”

Wanda smiled at her daughter on the other side of the glass as both of their eyes gained a slight red smoke to them that vanished a few seconds after it appeared, “She and I have already spoken.” Turning her head to glance at Strucker for a moment, Wanda narrowed her eyes just slightly in suspicion, though looked back at the smaller figure in front of her, “She has informed me that you have already planned to approach me about her joining in on the tests as well, and how she had interrupted you to share her own wish to join the tests if Pietro and I continue to do so.”

Clearing his throat lightly at the hidden threat, Strucker nodded once, “Only with your permission, of course. From the testing we have already done to check on you and your brother’s medical state, you are both cleared for official testing. If it is your desire, I shall deny your daughter the chance to do the same.”

A deep sigh from Wanda relaxed Strucker’s tensed form, “No... it is truly something she wants to do, and I will not take that from her.” With her child now walking away from the glass and towards two guards who entered the room to lead her to the new living quarters, Wanda turned to Strucker completely, “It seems you will have three volunteers for Sokovia.” Her eyes flared just slightly once more with the scarlet red, dissipating just as quickly as it had begun, “I’m sure that you will take care when including my daughter in these tests.”

The cold chill that breezed through the room seemed to affect only him, and Strucker couldn’t control the small shiver of fear down his spine. Acting unaffected by the Maximoff twin’s sharp gazes, and the unnerving feeling in the air that had him wanting to flee, Strucker nodded once and gave his best smile, “Of course! We always take the utmost care and will continue to do so. You have my word.” Gesturing towards the door leading from the room, he continued, “I can only imagine that our newest Maximoff is waiting in your new quarters, ready to finally meet her mother and uncle face to face. Shall we?”

With that, the twins quietly followed Strucker out of the room.

What no one knew is that the idea of the creation for his favored test subject was strangely formed after bumping into a mysterious Monk woman during one of his forays to meet with an allied faction in Russia.

No one also knew just how much things would change due to this.

Well, almost no one.

#wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #mom!wanda maximoff #future mom!natasha romanoff #just a lil something my brain has been clinging to... so decided to see about possibly sharing #sharing this should not be as terrifying as it is but here we are!#kate bishop x female maximoff (not sure if Reader or OC yet)

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cabbageslost · 2 months

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Live Reacting Live Action AtLA - ep 1

Okay, fair warning to y'all, I'm not going to be worrying about keeping this a spoiler-free zone, so scroll on by if you're needing to keep it unsullied for you.

That said, I actually kept myself awake to watch the first episode on Netflix when it drops. Watching now, and planning on writing down my (admittedly sleep-deprived) thoughts as it goes on. I'm heading into this pretending it's like a (high budget lol) "fanfic" with good special effects, so that I can allow myself to more easily move past any alterations. Let's goooo..

Loving the intense music of the very first scene and... omg are those pigeon-rats? LOL

Okay, this earth-bending is already better than in the little teaser-clip where Zuko/Iroh fight the guards.

Oof, Sozin. Much wicked. Already hate him. Aang. So precious. Already love him.

The Air Temple. Oh my word, I love this. It's so alive. <3 I'm gonna have to take a moment before the "and then the fire nation attacked" bit.

Gyatso telling Aang "always remember who you are." Wonder if Zuko's mom will tell him the same later on like in the animated series.

Awww, we love an Appa-the-goodest-good-boy moment.

Wait, so they just like fire jet up there? To the temple that can only be reached by a flying mount? Lame. I was expecting maybe dragons (since the animated Aang didn't seem to think they were that uncommon), or some climb-y machine. Not a fan of the "firebending = jet propulsion for all" idea. Maybe it's just a comet thing.

Hold up, did he crispy up Gyatso? Gyatso who in the animated series was fairly un-singed and literally surrounded by fire soldiers? I'm not sure I like that either. (And my brain is blocking the obvious fact of all the tiny airbenders in the corner bc *sob*.. though that was a thing that was true from the first one too.)

Awww, baby waterbending! What was she in? Oooh, "whole village" is a bit bigger, and has a name too. I dig it.

Hmmm, no waterbending his iceberg up. Slight disappoint there. Maybe later? Wait, ask and ye shall receive. And the first Zuko scene.

"I hate this, bringing him back is unsafe and dumb." *tosses a fur on top to keep him warm* Very Sokka-ish.

You guys, you guys! We get to hear Katara's Gran Gran telling us the stories of when the fire nation attacked. If someone besides Katara had to deliver those lines, she'd be the next pick. I'm down.

"We're only friends with our own kind." Ah, a nice setup for what will be the stark contrast of the eventual Team Avatar having friends from all 4 nations. <3

Hmm, Iroh doesn't have Zuko drilling basic forms anymore. Instead he has "never been sharper." Clear that this version is leaning towards all things fire being strong. I wonder what it'll mean for his duel with Zhao though.. it was a nice reminder in the original to see how important the basics are vs flashy stuff.

Small moment of sadness for no penguin sledding moment. Ah well. Let's see the new Zuko/Sokka showdown. ;)

Larger moment of sadness for no absolute sass of "I bet I could take you with my hands tied behind my back" moment.

Okay, but Katara gets a bigger moment, so it helps a bit.

Southern Air Temple was quite rushed feeling. Maybe there's more in the next episode? And I hope they do also touch on Aang being excited to learn waterbending alongside Katara. That was important in the first one, I felt like.

Overall, I think I'll enjoy this live-action. It's not going to replace the animation for sure, but I'm intrigued at least.

#atla

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Helllooo. My trip is going well, though there's so much going on and I'm extremely tired, I don't have enough time for work 😭😭

See idek know if Madrid played well, but it's good to hear they can win when I'm not watching. Lmao right, he could've pulled a Zizou, but waited for him at the car park instead kwjdkskajsjahajaj

Man City? I don't know her, I'm sorry...

Omfg my Exol flatmate has been freaking out about all the Exo stuff, I hope I can bring her a little Exo related gift, perhaps Kim Kai?

Sports being fixed shocking 🔪 they're not even subtle. Okay maybe I'm holding a grudge cause I have two F1 friends and I sometimes read their posts and both dislike Leclerc and I definitely remember him pissing me off at some point, je suis désolé Charles jskajsksjajawjaj. But fuck Max! Oooooh a Lewis movie, a docu or a regular film?

Maybe if Chelsea did the Rover challenge they would manifest a win, because it's looking BAD for them 💀

Seonghwa needs to give me a Radiohead cover, I still of him singing Creep for a few seconds 😭 or a different Troye song, something about more... cheerful. Idk even cover Anti-Hero from Taylor cause I surprising tolerate that track. Or you know.... TAMINO. It's him in Rewrite the Stars! ❤❤❤❤ and not San giving us a sad cover too a d a song that Jonghyun has written. I haven't heard it yet, because I don't wanna be sad lol

I only heard the Xikers song once, it was fine, but I'm just not interested, and my boy Yechan - the only one I know is giving HJ lol.

I'll send you a whole truck of miso aubergine 🍙 if you stop mentioning undercut Hwa! Ok but he's legit the only one who looks good to me with undercuts... not my fave hairstyle, but still it's Hwa http://twitter.com/atinyteez009/status/1645777420413460481?t=4DN7__sgeyNsFQWfLDOg8g&s=19 except for middle row left and right THAT BALD ASS LOOK NEEDS TO GO. HWA BBY I'M SORRY BUT THIS IS A JUMPSCARE https://twitter.com/hwaberrymilk/status/1641244669551190016?t=6J038XLKmCEVkRgOTq3-SQ&s=19

No way he went coconut head when I have a chance to see him?!?! https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1646889850082058242?t=bzDLXyXSeSsPZV-EuZUVlQ&s=19 he looks cute, but there's nothing to brag about, boy :/

I hope we'd be able to record the Taemin meeting 😭 I'm so happy. Sad that it's not the whole Shinee, because I miss them, but Lee Taeeeeeeeeeeeemin!!!! If we get Ten, Taemin and Taeyong to do the Rover challenge I want SuperM back! Btw if my friend convinced me to go to the Dojaejung album premiere I'd have seen THE LEE TAEYONG, but I didn't :"))))))

Yeah Ravi... I can see why he was desperate, but??? My guy, covid fucked everyone over you're not special

I was so shocked seeing WayV like?!?! YY was very cute and shy, they all were. I also spent too much money in that dumb grocery store, like why even, was blinded by the men! SM actually disappoints me greatly, but at least they like me now... I'm hoping for Ateez in Japan, but idk 🔫🔫🔫

I watch Kamisama Kiss and Maid Sama regularly <3 truly the blueprints

Many kpop idols should just stfu, seriously. And need to act like adults, Bambam's agency wants to sue people and alright, does who call him a pedo need to relax, but... no apology? I'm so disappointed in Chaeyoung and her shitty response, girl :/

Model is annoying and Y/N was too nice to him! I still stand by that! Ooooh true Domino as well, it fits so well.

See one of my friends went to the EXO meeting, she's Korean and was appalled by the shit she heard and saw :( kinda ruined the experience for her, because some bitches next to her were awful

Pls I hope Pique's girl cheated and especially with Pep 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Hellllooooo https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1646412780126314496?t=URn3wDrqRANfwQsY3gwniQ&s=19

https://twitter.com/NotBonkyP/status/1647252825884315651?t=2YBhU2HWp8M4rd_dzjJpTQ&s=19

????? And they're going to Qatar too. I'm gonna go and stand outside KQ's building and yell. And Waterbomb festival, uhm not Seonghwa soaked kn water THANXX - DV 💖

hello!!!!

Helllooo. My trip is going well, though there's so much going on and I'm extremely tired, I don't have enough time for work 😭😭 //// See idek know if Madrid played well, but it's good to hear they can win when I'm not watching. Lmao right, he could've pulled a Zizou, but waited for him at the car park instead kwjdkskajsjahajaj

hello!!!! hope you’re having lots of fun!!! see madrid only played well bc all our players were injured 🤚🏻 NOO SERIOUSLY AND THAT OTHER DUDE IS TRYING TO BE INNOCENT??? MF U MOCKED A UNBORN CHILD WHILE UR A WHOLE ASS ADULT !!!!!!!! anyway, not a new news but real madrid fc dropped to a new low and is distorting and rewriting spain’s history <3 local football news : neymar’s having his second kid, hakimi did a uno reverse , livapool doing a 1-6 😳, rm dropping to a new low by bringing n*zi’s in it?????? mané and sané beef, benzema next season last season, and messi barca ✊🏻😭

???? like barcelona’s presi was unalived by that dictator they are saying favoured barca????? legitimately what the fuck

Man City? I don't know her, I'm sorry... /// Omfg my Exol flatmate has been freaking out about all the Exo stuff, I hope I can bring her a little Exo related gift, perhaps Kim Kai?

man city the one that’s most likely gonna win the treble?? hMMMMMM THE EXO STUFF PLS THE WAY I WAKE EVERYDAY TO NEW CONTENT IT FEELS SUSPICIOUS, yes! if ur in sk april 20,, u might see kai at a hello 82 event! ur exol flat mate better be ready bc we are getting the cb and world tour 😭😭 AND I WILL BE THERE, I WILL BE THERE

NOT even a little it’s ridiculously mad how they are messing w certain teams just for a former racers kid to win,, we are tired of the dutch national anthem, put that same energy to schumachers kid too then 🔫 LMFAOOO SEEE if they dislike leclerc they do not know race 🔫 this overtake he did was insane

honestly i think the universe dislikes him so adding a few dislikes won’t hurt i guess fbwndbsn but he’s mad resilient i rmr his father passed away and the next day (?) he was at the race and won it and then his godfather (bianchi) died and then his close friend did, crazy guy but just drives for ferrari, his teammate tho, he deserves it <3 really does ngl <3 YEAH MAX CAN GET IT HES ON MY LAST STRAW BC IF HE WINS THE CHAMPIONSHIP AGAIN ITS ON SIGHT I UNDERSTAND UR FRIENDS ON THAT PART 🤚🏻 a full fledged movie!! a biopic and brad pitt’s in it as well, i think he’s playing alsono or vettel!

LMFAOOO atp nothing can make chelsea win, not even our lord and saviour kai maybe if they get nagelsmann or enrique somehow come

STOP IT UR RIGHT HE NEEDS TO DO THOSE CLASSIC COVERS RATHER then the tiktok things pls 🔫 anti hero?? omg hwaxtay >> EVERYTHING STOP! ITS TAMINO X HWA AND MADDOX NEEDS TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN WHAT THE HELL, after hearing san’s cover i had to immediately go hear the lee hi’s ver and then stumbled upon her performance of it crying and then sobbed my eyes out

I only heard the Xikers song once, it was fine, but I'm just not interested, and my boy Yechan - the only one I know is giving HJ lol. //// I'll send you a whole truck of miso aubergine 🍙 if you stop mentioning undercut Hwa! Ok but he's legit the only one who looks good to me with undercuts... not my fave hairstyle, but still it's Hwa http://twitter.com/atinyteez009/status/1645777420413460481?t=4DN7__sgeyNsFQWfLDOg8g&s=19 except for middle row left and right THAT BALD ASS LOOK NEEDS TO GO. HWA BBY I'M SORRY BUT THIS IS A JUMPSCARE https://twitter.com/hwaberrymilk/status/1641244669551190016?t=6J038XLKmCEVkRgOTq3-SQ&s=19

idk what it is but kq doing a lot of songs w that middle eastern sound track that just ✨ like esp the real’s last part, play it at a party and everyone would sTEP UP LMFAOOO I GUESS I WONT GET IT BC UNDERCUT HWA >>>> very hot man, very,,, OKAY SOME PHOTOS HE REALLT LOOKS BALD FHWJFKSFHKS that last one, needs a slap on his neck

NOOOO I WAS SO UPSET HE BROUGHT THAT BACK WHY IS IT ROUNDER THAN USUAL 😭😭😭😭😭 TAKE IT OFF HWA

PLS RECORD EVERYTHING GET HIS SIGN ON EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE A SHINEE MEMBER HOSTS IT 😭😭 speaking of superm, wonder how that dozen is doing jcbwkcjcl came and posted a picture then sent the kpop into a havoc and then disappeared smh,,, NAURRRRR U DIDNT SEE THE LEE TAEYONG????? TOP 10 BETRAYALS OF LIFE

Yeah Ravi... I can see why he was desperate, but??? My guy, covid fucked everyone over you're not special /// I was so shocked seeing WayV like?!?! YY was very cute and shy, they all were. I also spent too much money in that dumb grocery store, like why even, was blinded by the men! SM actually disappoints me greatly, but at least they like me now... I'm hoping for Ateez in Japan, but idk 🔫🔫🔫

yeah 😭😭😭 ravi bro use some of ur mind,,, like now u gotta do jail AND military?? AAAAAAAAAAAA STOP THEIR SKINS MUSTVE BEEN SO BLEMISHFREE,,, YANGYANG SHY??? DID HE DRINK SOMETHINGVFANBDWK WHAT DID U BUY FROM THE GROCERY STORE 😭😭 are the insides like pc’s and collectors items??? ATEEZ IN JAPAN!!!!! WATERBOMB FESTIVAL!!!!

I watch Kamisama Kiss and Maid Sama regularly <3 truly the blueprints /// Many kpop idols should just stfu, seriously. And need to act like adults, Bambam's agency wants to sue people and alright, does who call him a pedo need to relax, but... no apology? I'm so disappointed in Chaeyoung and her shitty response, girl :/

TRULY TRULY!!!!! omg anon do u rmr pretty rhythm aurora dream, alice academy, kodocha, itzurana kiss??? no seriously like what’s it take u to stop ur mouth,,, if i was in their place id say nothing AND still be earning, imagine earning millions for not speaking??? idols need to go back to being mysterious,, someone said her apology was straight out of chatgpt 😭😭😭 and youngji…saying the n word, wearing a ganesha shirt on a drinking show…while drinking 😭😭

I'm so stocked for Barbie, even if it's bad I'm living for it, but I'm looking forward to edgy MEN reviewing it lmaooo. Omg the Le Sserafim photos and teasers?! So gorgeous, I hope I like the song though /// Model is annoying and Y/N was too nice to him! I still stand by that! Ooooh true Domino as well, it fits so well.

I AM TOOOOOO!!!! booking tickets for it right after oppenheimer bc i think everyone will need barbie after watching that movie,, hoping both of the movies reach a great success!! this year’s movies are so packed, oppenheimer, barbie, dune 2, insidious series, hunger games, ghosted, pope’s exorcist, indiana jones, mission impossible, the nun 2, the exorcist (omg), wonka AND IVE BEARD THEYRE TRYING TO MAKE A LEGALLY BLONDE 2 ???? WE ARE WINNINGGG,, domino’s vocals are so stUNNING YES THE LSF SONG IM SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT THEY DO

See one of my friends went to the EXO meeting, she's Korean and was appalled by the shit she heard and saw :( kinda ruined the experience for her, because some bitches next to her were awful /// Pls I hope Pique's girl cheated and especially with Pep 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

right 😭😭 idk why they treat them like this for having a family come on 😭😭 BUT WHATS GOOD KEXOLS WERE THROWN BY EXOS BODYGUARDS ✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻 THROWN!! KARATED!!!! kexols were also mad bc exo went to japan and were like “are exo japanese singers now???” gIRL IF U DONT SHUT UR MOUTH!!! APPARENTLY SHE DID SHE WAS FRIENDS WITH PEP’S DAUGHTER AND THEN PIQUE CHEATED ON HER WITH A LAWYER THIS IS SO MAD BUT FUNNY pep did it for shakira i knew he was a fan

Hellllooooo https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1646412780126314496?t=URn3wDrqRANfwQsY3gwniQ&s=19

that outfit😵‍💫😵‍💫

https://twitter.com/NotBonkyP/status/1647252825884315651?t=2YBhU2HWp8M4rd_dzjJpTQ&s=19 ????? And they're going to Qatar too. I'm gonna go and stand outside KQ's building and yell. And Waterbomb festival, uhm not Seonghwa soaked kn water THANXX - DV 💖

ateez in japan,,, anon are u 👁👁 not qatar come on 😭😭😭 SOAKED IN WATEF FBWNBDKW AND THE WET HAIR???? ANON HOW WILL U SURVIVE FBWNFHK

we winning??????

now hold on…

LMFAOOOO my asian queen 🤲🏻 this is so fun bc imagine her singing fireworks @ buckingham palace fbwkfbsk, can’t wait to see the coronation and the history

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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missgeniality · 3 years

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Opaline Moon (m)

“The Moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.” - Munia Khan

➺ Banner: @hobiandsprite 💕

➺ Pairing: Seokjin x Female Reader

➺ Trope: Friends to Lovers, Idol!AU

➺ Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

➺ Rating: 18+

➺ Word Count: 11.2k

➺ Summary: You are ingrained to love Jin, right upto the blood that courses through your veins. Confessing, however, is a whole other game. So it’s a good thing you’re bad at keeping your hands to yourself, because happenstance can handle the rest.

➺ Warnings: talks about dance floor fucking, making out in the bar bathroom, fingering, pussy slapping, passing out drunk, daydreams about thigh riding, reader masturbates, they make out A LOT, neck kissing, a hickey, nipple play, some biting, cum eating (kind of, you’ll see), blowjob, protected sex!, reader and jin are corny, the hurt is real but the sex is real-er

➺ Author’s Note: My lovely, lovely moots - @taegularities, @kithtaehyung and @baepsaetan, thank you so much for betaing this and hyping it up, your comments made this fic a hundred times better! As I mentioned on the teaser, this fic took a lot out of me, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing the angst and will write more whenever the story aligns! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing, and I hope this lovable Jin reaches your heart! (ngl, in usual fashion, I will come back and edit it again, so if you see a spelling mistake, your eyes are lying to you) Do let me know what you think, your asks and comments make my day!

This is the second part of my Dress Down series, find more at it’s masterlist!

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Sweltering heat. Blaring traffic. Little to no sleep. Through all things wrong, one man’s thoughts wrapped around you like a cooling breeze, a shield to protect you from the vicissitudes of reality, to draw you back into all of him. Unfortunately, your reality may never see that day come to light.

Kim Seokjin.

Kim Seokjin, the man who cooked you up a greasy break-up meal at three in the morning with not a sight of discomfort, putting your needs above all.

Kim Seokjin, whose puns make you roll your eyes heavenward, half awed at how he manages to pull one out of his collection at a moment's notice, and half irked by the untimely laugh it brings out of you.

Kim Seokjin, the man who will never be yours, and you have no one to blame but yourself.

One could argue that the miscommunication that had caused this present condition was two-way. If you had stopped him, corrected him, let him know the truth… you wouldn’t have to resort to the extreme measures you’re currently entangled in. One would also say, you are trying to redeem your mistake by trying too hard. Surely, everyone and their mothers could see through your ruse.

This is the fourth time you’re visiting Jin for his BE shoot - a shoot taking place two hours away from the city, disguised under various layers of secrecy to prevent any leakage of the album concept, or Jin in general. Of course, you had been made privy to such exclusive information, because you and Jin were ‘best friends’.

Best. Friends.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Best friends. The term you coined for (and forced upon) the bond you had. The bond that was too close to sprouting into something new, something fresh, something that was filled with glimmering allure and dragged you in like quicksand. But also, it reeked of commitment, of shadows, of newness that you hadn’t felt in the longest time, and fear of already being far too deep in without even taking the first step.

The loud thrum of some internet kid’s new hit pulses through the air of the club as bundles of couples occupy the dance floor, laughing and gyrating to a song that, in your opinion, most definitely does not suit gyrating. But with enough of the weekend happy hours intake combined with hormone-riddled minds, one could very well throw it back to a church choir.

You weave through the drunken bodies, trying not to spill the precariously held three drinks in your hands, making your way to your inner circle, the only people to blame for dragging you to this slosh-fest.

“Y/N!”

Somehow Hoseok’s voice can echo across the club, but you didn’t even need his addressal because Jin’s laughter is loud enough to navigate anyone to your table. Seeing you struggle with the glasses (and mostly the crowd, with some of them living their exhibitionist dreams), Hoseok gets up to assist you.

“I swear, if I see one more couple pretending to be dancing as they rub one off of each other’s thighs, the black market will have my eyes.”

“Oh yeah?” Jin’s breathy voice interjects your black-market dreams, still bursting in short laughs from whatever sent him rolling before your arrival. “Why don’t you go join them?”

“And whose thigh is she taking, yours?” Yeji snorts out, one hand holding her nebula blue drink, the other wrapped around Hoseok, urging him to come closer. Jin’s features scrunch into a cringe, and you’re thankful for the dim lighting because the disappointment in your features does not reach them.

“The only action these leather pants are getting is in the damned laundromat,” he points to his shiny trousers, “some jerk dropped his drink on it.”

“You could be the first person to give some chick an orgasm and a yeast infection.” Hoseok giddily adds, his fifth shot clearly making a mess of his brain cells.

Jin claps and gets up to move away from the group. “Better than a pregnancy!” he yells, before zigzagging through the crowd, possibly to the restroom. He is on his third cocktail, and you’d think cocktails are lighter drinks. But in this bar, their taps just seem to flow with tequila, and it is very evident in the way Jin is currently walking.

His absence hits you harder than you think, but it might be the alcohol talking. Jin has always been the mood-maker of the group, the one who brings everyone together. Of late though, his magnetic persona has been an irritant in your life. Any outing you two take, any chance you have to come clean about the burgeoning crush you have on him, is effectively disrupted by one of his posse. And today, Hoseok and Yeji took that trophy.

“Earth to Y/N. Has the cocktail finally broken you?”

You flutter your eyes in a manic fashion, to disperse the daydream you were indulging yourself in, and bring your attention back to the couple calling for you. Surprisingly, they have stood up, Yeji emptying the last of her neon drink.

“What happened?”

“We are going to the club nearby, they have better stuff. And that’s code for ‘they actually add water to the drink and the surround sound doesn’t shatter your ear drum’.’”

She isn’t wrong. The cocktails and music here are a 19-year-old frat party dream, not something the working class can digest. But you’re tired at this point, and don’t want to be smothered by someone else’s love life when your own is down the dumps.

“You guys carry on! I’ll tell Jin where you are and he’ll meet you there!”

You watch as Hoseok and Yeji lead each other to the exit, hands circling their partner’s waist. They giggle on and on, about nothing and everything, and it only hardens the emptiness you feel inside you.

Why can’t you gather the balls to spit your feelings out? What could possibly go wrong? Yes, you may lose one of your closest friends, but is this friendship really worth the agony? The bitterness you feel when you see any couple enjoying themselves? The anger you harbor whenever Jin tells you about his dates? The heartache, when he hugs you and tells you that you’re the best thing that’s happened to him… as a friend? Is it? Your plastered brain tells you to not make any rash decisions, so you don’t, instead choosing to get up and search for your best friend.

The corridor leading to the washrooms is dimly lit, throwing a merlot filter over your eyesight, making you squint in search of your friend. You being shitfaced does not help, and while relishing in your floating wooziness, you see Jin come out, and feelings you’ve held at bay for so long slither through your currently porous defenses.

He has always been good-looking. He himself has said so a dozen times.

But wow.

His hair lays messily atop his beautiful face, unkempt, like a breeze of beauty swept across his mighty looks and displaced every strand, causing disarray, but even the disarray only frames his superior looks and adds to its potent charm. The black, patchy sweater hanging loose off his broad shoulders makes you feel things you shouldn’t feel as a friend. That stupid gut of yours is currently screaming, yelling for all hands on deck, trying to block all the feelings from gushing in and sending you into overdrive.

By the time you can gather yourself to stop from giving in to those dangerous thoughts, Jin has crossed the distance between you, coming close, too close. Chocolate-brown eyes peer into your soul, searching for whichever fantasy you chose to lose yourself in. His eyes flit down to notice your rumpled dress that has found its way a couple of inches above its designated spot. His gaze returns to yours, but not without a newfound hardness, an almost steely glaze over the kindness that you usually find in the chocolate pools, accentuated under the garnet lighting.

“Hey, umm…” You beg for a reprieve, from your thoughts, from your filthy mind, from the way he is eyeing your cleavage, or just for the burning between your legs. You’re about to make some serious mistakes, you can feel it down to your bone.

You’re far too overdressed.

You knew it when you were in the process of getting dressed, but right now, you feel it much more - you look like a shiny disco ball orbiting amidst the plethora of loose tees, leggings and flannels. Everything screams comfort, because the amount of work they’re putting into this begs for it.

The strappy lace sundress you wear is extremely out of place, the halter-neck tie behind your neck fastened a little looser than necessary, giving your breasts the exposure they deserve, a nice valley view. Your dress skirt, adorned with pretty frills and dainty flowers, cut across your thigh to frame your petite hips. You are one floppy sun hat away from an extravagant Greek cruise - and in the moment you wish you had one to hide your face in shame.

You’re just out here, trying to escape the zone.

“Oh, would you look at the time, it’s tits out Tuesday already?”

Your eyes roll before Sanghoon even finishes his sentence, because you wouldn’t expect anything else from him. On the team of the set design, he is carrying a whole drapery worth of plush, mauve curtains, struggling with the slipping fabric. But apparently not struggling enough to stop him from getting his nose into your business, it seems.

“Literally not even a time you just mentioned. Can’t get one thing right.” You can’t stop yourself from stretching a hand out to feel the curtain fabric, the satiny sheets begging to be touched. Before you can though, Sanghoon moves away, not allowing you to shift the focus of the conversation.

“Don’t steer away from the facts. Your tits.”

“That’s the fact?”

“They’re out.” He bucks up, trying to point with the hand stuffed underneath all the cloth. “That’s the fact.”

“Ugh, can’t a girl dress up once in a while?” The pointed attention makes you uncomfortable, because everything he’s insinuating is true. With every passing staff member, you count a new shade of grey, interspersed with occasional blacks and greens, a stark contrast to your floral overtones. Amidst the thousand footsteps taken in your vicinity, only yours are pointed heels, echoing across the studio with every clack. But you’re a stubborn one, refusing to give in to his totally valid argument. “I just woke up early.”

“Girl.” Like light through frosted glass, he sees through your bullshit, but only partially. “You put an alarm to dress up? I have nightmares of the boss brandishing her whip and telling me to get into position, and even that doesn’t wake me up.”

“Have you ever considered… not announcing your kinks to everyone and their sisters?”

“Ehh,” he simply shrugs, “nothing is new when you’ve serenaded your boss drunk in a karaoke bar and still managed to keep your job. Wait. Is that highlighter?”

“Stop staring into my tits!” You can’t believe you got caught, but also, who can you blame? After testing this outfit out from the crack of dawn, you decided your cleavage needed some extra help. Three YouTube tutorials and one TikTok lady - who make it look far easier than it is - down, the contouring brought out the swell of your breasts, and against the light fabric of your dress, it does look too good to be true.

Memories of that night in the bar come in billows and waves, of how enamored Jin was with the way your boobs looked at that time. Even under the dingy lighting, in the cramped space, under heavily inebriated scrutiny, you couldn’t miss the flicker of heat in his gaze every time it passed your chest.

One thing led to another, and it was a cascade none of you could stop. The heat of attraction between you two does not help your wandering mind, and the fever drowns the knowledge that what you’re feeling is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, crossing some lines that can never be mended back again. With the proximity, his musky scent invades whatever defenses you were trying to patch, piercing through all your inhibitions and you pull him into you, claiming his lips to be yours.

With his wobbly knees and your wobbly heels, you somehow find your way to the washroom - mostly he does, you give in halfway to wrap your legs around his lean waist, his sturdy legs balancing your weight on them as your back hits the wall, and his lips tear down your walls.

“You look so fucking sexy today,” between bated breaths and indulgent sighs you confess, “just driving me nuts.” Letting your hands drag along his abdomen, feeling the ups and downs of his abs, you attempt to rid him of the sweater that’s been on your hit list all night. But to your dismay, your endeavor is blocked, when Jin gathers your wrists in his palm, turning you around to bend you over on the countertop, the smooth marble chill hitting your braless chest, perking your nipples under the cold.

“And you?” Jin bends to give your earlobe a languid lick, progressing very slow, a complete contrast to the movement of his hips as he ruts against your ass, your already short dress bunching up with every move. “You think it’s smart to have your tits torment me like this?” Grabbing a handful from behind, he tests the weight of each fleshy mound, and by now you are certain your perked nubs can pierce his palm.

His free hand, not yet torturing you, decides to get in on the action and disappears under the counter, swiftly crossing the bunched fabric of your dress, gaining easy access to your pussy. The cold touch of his pads sears against the heat of your core, finding your pleasure button and languidly fiddling with it, with no intention to cross you over the brink in sight. The only pleasure you can indulge in is the reflection of him abusing your nipples, pinching and tugging them down, whispering filthy words into your ear as he takes in your fucked out countenance.

You feel lacking, weak hands balancing your dizzy self, finding purchase to keep you upright - but you’re both drunk on alcohol and hypnotized by his beauty to do much more than stare at his mirrored counterpart. “For fuck’s sake, kiss me.”

How he understood your slurred words, you don’t know, but you are glad he did. In a moment you’ve been displaced, the hurried motion sending your neurons into a flurry. Once your back meets the hard marble, and your eyes have the privilege to see his, you pull him in closer, the force enough to hold you against the wall while your legs wrap around his lean waist.

Originally not a fan of drunken misadventures, that side of yours is strangely mute to the going current onslaught. Well, you don’t have much breath left to say anything, because Jin is efficiently stealing it all, his teeth clashing with yours as you engage in the messiest kiss ever known to mankind (or at least, to you). He changes pace often, dragging his tongue leisurely against your lower lip, conveying tacit words, just to switch it up with a sharp bite and reel you in.

One corner of your senses can feel his fingers messing around your cunt, and playing with the wetness your thong can barely contain. It makes you shudder, the damage that his fingers can cause solely circling around your hole.

“Fuck me.”

In your drunken stupor, you don’t know if the words leave you right, but you get confirmation when his long fingers finally penetrate your cunt, giving your walls something to clench on - although nothing could possibly compare to what you imagine you can get from his dick.

“God, you feel that grip,” he grunts, with two of his fingers in you, and Jin’s smile is the most sinister you’ve ever seen. “I think we should take this home,” is what his lips utter, but his fingers delve deeper, searching for the spot that crumbles you. The base of his palm grinds against your throbbing clit, and you are forced to bite down on this sweater, lest an embarrassingly loud moan escapes you and cues outsiders into your filthy doings.

“Now,” you half-hiss, half-growl as you grab the cusp of his legs to feel his half-hard erection grow under the pressure of your hand. Your palm sliters up just to go down again, this time without the blockade of his pants, but you are stopped short of success when Jin’s fingers slip out of you to give you a sharp swat.

“Stubborn, aren’t we? Can’t fucking wait,” he whispers into your ear, and as he envelops your lobe with his cushiony lips, he continues, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

No, no, no.

Your brain rejects logic, chews and spits it out before any of the rationale seeps into you. You have wanted this for far too long. The need inside you for a meaningful relationship materializes in the form of recklessness, desperately looking for surface-level relief for the moment. A night of sewing sutures to your battle-worn heart, stitches that may come off at the slightest strain - but right now, that will do.

“Please, Jin,” your tantalizing tone riles up his cock again, eagerly waiting for your next words, “can’t you feel me dripping? Come on, I can take you.”

“Fuck, hear that wetness.” He lets his palm slap against your sopping entrance, not stopping with one. With every slap, droplets of your arousal splash out, the insides of your thighs coated in the sticky sweetness, but your body is an endless reservoir producing plentiful more for Jin to play with. “Have you been sitting with this all this time?”

Two long fingers invade your channel again, leaving you with no response other than a gasp. They scissor incessantly, preparing you for what could be the railing of your lifetime. One curl inside and his fingertips hit the spot he was looking for, making you warp your body to take the pleasure coursing through your veins. His tongue seems to mimic the actions, looping around your earlobe as he sucks it inside, both ends of your body engulfed in all the attention he could provide.

Your cunt is weeping against the assault of this man’s hands, tears of your cum flowing down your legs with every pump of his arm. You are getting there, the sweet swell of release inching closer and closer.

But something doesn’t feel right.

The tightness in your belly, that is to a point caused by Jin, is harboring other sensations that are not entirely pleasant. Maybe you’re anxious about the happenings. Maybe you haven’t had a good orgasm in a while and have just forgotten how this thing works.

Or maybe, the bar should have the water tap actually give out water.

Either your eyes close, or your brain does, but suddenly all you can see is darkness.

Again, you are just trying to escape the zone.

“Step under those studio lights,” pointing at the too-bright stage lights being set up at the moment, Sanghoon continues, breaking your daydream, “I bet you could signal to aliens with the booby-reflection. Call them to Netflix and chill.”

“In about five seconds, my heel will be puncturing your eye. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

Sanghoon’s drivel was cut short, and so were your murder plans, with his entry. “Oh look, he’s on set. Gotta go!”

It’s like the lights, earlier threatening to burn away your skin, dim down in reverence of the glow of his face. The twinkle of his eyes when they meet yours. The shine of his smile when he throws you one. The vibrance of his tone when he calls out your name. Everything he does now threatens to burn you whole and it’s a wonder you’re not scalding, but the singe hurts you deep inside.

“Y/N! How do I look?” It’s a bathrobe. Like satin, or silk. Fucking hell, your brain could explode with the adjectives coming up, a whole chunk of them very much inappropriate to utter out in the current scene. Your arms want to rise, engulf him into you, and you have to physically halt the muscles from doing anything stupid. Brain, quick! Say something snarky and spicy, as best friends do!

“What’s the theme, unicorn puke?” The safest way to deflect is to attack. So you do just that. “You look like you dressed out of Hannah Montana’s closet. Which if it's true, I really need to see it. There’s a top that I’ve been eyeing for decades!”

“Don’t say decades.” Jin’s eyes crinkle in humor. “Makes me feel so old. Your dress is pretty cool too!”

Cool.

You find out how difficult life can be when you count every single minute of yours. So far, you have counted 4,310 minutes. That is two days, twenty-three hours, and fifty minutes. Ten more minutes and it will be three whole days since you and Jin spoke.

Yet again, you can’t blame him. When you came to the next day, you were in your bed, clad in the same shimmering silver bodycon that you had donned last night. The same one that had been privy to the colorful deeds you had committed in what was a dreary, colorless setting.

One ibuProfen and ginger ale, downed with some severe recollections of the previous night, and you had been ready to throw it all up again.

I don’t want to hurt you.

Words couldn’t describe what you were going through, and numbers weren’t invented to count the endless thoughts racing in your brain. You don’t know what is more upsetting. The fact that you actually had a chance to open your heart and you totally let your pussy think instead? Or that he was the one coherent enough to stop you from getting too far, and you let your desperation get the best of you? Everything about that night was wrong. And all the wrongs lie on your side.

I don’t want to hurt you.

In the moment, it was physical, he had to have meant that. But there was a tremor in his voice, you can remember clear as day, a slightly shaken side of him had emerged through the intoxication, and the words he had breathed were not shallow. There was a gravity to them, that you’d stupidly ignored in the heat of the moment.

And now, here you are. Counting up till the last minute, after which you can effectively call the friendship ruined. Stirring your tea mindlessly, you try to focus on the show on TV, the variety show comedy not striking the usual funny bones that they could 4,311 minutes ago.

The programmed ding of your phone bursts your thought bubble, a sound you have missed the past 72 hours. The ring you dedicated to Jin, that always had you running to receive because anything he sends brightens your day. But unlike those happier times, this ring has your gut fall into a pit of despair, struggling to choose between dispersing the suspense or remaining blissfully unaware of the damage you caused.

Jin: Free tmrw? We could grab coffee Jin: And talk

Talk. How? You barely remember what went down, save for fleeting moments that you recollected with great difficulty. Your fingers type back, trying to mimic the nonchalance in his text, that is very much absent in your actual demeanor.

Y/N: Sure. Paik’s at 1? Jin: Yup. See ya

Three texts, zero laughs. Of course, you’re not expecting him to land his jokes in this situation, even someone as talented as he can’t flip this tension. You’re just going to have to wait for tomorrow, when he decides whether you have a place in his life or not.

The painstakingly worn outfit, accessorizing the whole look, the straps of your heels digging into your toes, the specks of makeup dust lying stale on your collar bones, the shine faints at that word. Cool. A perfectly normal phrase for a normal friendship. You are left maimed, while he absent-mindedly tends to the rope of his robe, blissfully unaware of the cyclonic emotions churning inside you. All you can possibly do is gulp it down.

He runs his hands through his hair, beautiful locks coming out of place, and from one corner of the set, a groan of anguish emerges.

“Oppa! Don’t play with your hair and face.” A masked lady runs forward waving combs that look like artillery, “We just got done setting it!”

Some finger guns, a happy apology, and some silly jokes later, all the stylists merrily round up to undo his doing, and Jin signals to you to catch up later. And as he walks away, the strings tugging at your heart reappear, as they do every time you come to meet him.

You have a masochistic streak in you, putting yourself through this every day, when he had made it clear, that you two never stood a chance.

As if things aren’t already difficult, he looks like a dream.

Soft, snowy skin gleaming like it has personal lighting wherever it goes, you get flashes of the rarely witnessed sweat on his skin, from the ferocity of last night. He’s blowing away the foam of his cappuccino, and tiny bubbles float into the air before falling flat on the table, like an animated shine that follows him along. God has His favorites, and God makes sure all the lighting in the world is perfect for these favorites.

In no hurry, you wait at the counter to get your latte. After receiving it though, you can’t linger any longer and drag yourself to the table of doom.

“Hey.”

If the rasp in your voice is evident, he doesn’t show any recognition on his face. But you’ve learned to never trust an acting major.

“Hi. How are you doing?”

Inadvertently, a snicker escapes your lips. “Are you interviewing me for a job?” you joke, trying to disperse the heavy air, filled with unspoken words. “If so, at least know that I’m very expensive.”

The familiar windshield wiper laugh does not greet you. Dead silence does. The half-smirk he painfully gives you is heavy, and the furrowed brows haven’t an inkling of joy. It shoots daggers in your heart, to know that you are the reason for this jolly man’s despondency.

“Listen, I don’t think we should skirt around the issue too much. It happened, these things happen. You think Hoseok and Yeji didn’t have sex before making it official?”

His matter-of-fact nature isn’t new to you. Jin has always been a very practical man. Regardless of his inane sense of humor, his logical point of view has always been flawless.

But right now, at this very moment, logic isn’t what you are looking for. You are looking for answers, but as far withdrawn from logic as possible, to take the edge off of the tension-laden air that surrounds your table.

“Yeah, but even… unofficially… we aren’t a thing, right?”

Your abrupt question takes Jin unaware, almond eyes widening, like a toddler caught in an act.

“No, no! Of course not! I would never!”

His confession slips out with an ease that hurts you, digs deep to carve out the part of you that dreamt of anything more. Your eyes fall to your knees to avoid his perceptive gaze, the sting clear as the sky on a summer day.

You force a smile and continue. “Then there’s no issue. Anyway,” you gulp your coffee down, burning your throat, but it's a distraction from the burning inside, “I need to get to work. Anything else?”

He’s still searching you, for what, you can’t possibly fathom. From the looks of it, he should be happy with this homeostasis; he doesn’t even know what this means for you. To still stay suspended in limbo, not being able to move up or down, to continue having thorns digging into your beating soul as you watch him like nothing bothers your already frail feelings. Scene by scene, you can visualize the future, him distancing himself from you as he finds the one he calls his, with you left in the shadows. Your knees tremble in fear of the impending future.

Seeing you in a tizzy, he calls out, the voice too loud for the cafe and your mind’s prison cage.

“We’re still best friends, right?” If you knew better, you’d say his expression is that of sadness, of regret. But your judgment is clouded with your own bothers, and you interpret it as a look of pity. Like a lovesick puppy, kicked to the streets, with nowhere to call home.

“Yeah! Always.” You give it as much enthusiasm as you can muster.

Best friends.

Ropes wind around your heart, tugging and causing the deep ache that sets in as you walk back into your dreary building. Each string pulls you into a different dimension where you could move on, where you could be okay with the setting you had just agreed to. Where you would keep up your end of the promise and truly remain friends with him.

But no matter how strong the tug, your heart never yields, never lets go of the castle of dreams you built, staying steadfast in its own misery, choosing to hope, choosing to live the life of unrequited love.

“And that’s a wrap! Good job everyone!”

Applause and hurrays echo across the set to bring you back to the present. The shoot has officially concluded, which means it's time for your most favorite and least favorite part of the day - Jin and you doing best friend things, like grabbing lunch, gossiping about obnoxious coworkers, threatening to disembowel each other (in Mortal Kombat, of course) and other friendly activities.

Ever so respectful, Jin takes his time thanking every member of the set, regardless of whether they moved a cushion or held the reflector screen for hours. All the women gush over his beauty, reminding him of how, even amidst the glowing ornaments, his face was the brightest. His responses vary, from quiet little giggles, to complimenting the crew for making it happen, to straight up owning his charisma like a boss. That’s your man.

Well, not quite. Not one bit.

After exhausting the handshakes and hugs to be received, Jin walks to you, hands pushing his robe back to give it a cape like effect. You’re just glad that the man’s child persona still stays with him, no matter the situation. He guides you to his green room, cracking his bones on the way, (very sexily, might you add).

“Holding a pose for that long gives me cramps! You’d think dancing breaks my back, and you’d be wrong.”

You’re desperately avoiding looking at his fingers, and keep your eyes below them - shoot! His ceaseless stretching gives you a glimpse under his shirt - it is dragging your memories back to the last time you saw them, and you’d rather not. It is hurting you in more ways than one.

Eye contact is your safest bet. Looking up, you give him a lopsided grin. “Your grandfatherly days are approaching, Jinnie.”

“Hey!”

The rest of the conversation was less speaking, more yelling and chasing after each other to the green room, Jin taking mock-offence at your jab at his age, and his fingers reaching out to flick your forehead in retort. In your noisy, messy fashion, you both finally enter the room, dim gold light bulbs and shiny mirrors meeting your huffing self.

One hand on your knee, you hold on to Jin’s arm with your other, gasping for breath.

“Your grandmotherly days are already here, Y/N,” he snorts, and earns a kick on the shin, but that doesn’t stop him from bursting into snickers.

“Wow, why does one man need 4 mirrors?” You gape at his current green room, mouth wide open. It looks better than your entire apartment, with the counter carrying top-of-the-line makeup products. Only the best for this man. “So you can admire yourself from 4 different angles?”

Jin has disappeared into one of the inner rooms, but you can hear him snort at your comment. “Come on, I’m not that conceited. When the whole crew shoots together, the extra mirrors help.” The last part of that sentence is muffled, and that cues you into an important fact.

Jin is currently changing into something more comfortable.

A process that includes him getting naked.

Well maybe he doesn’t get fully naked, top on, top off, bottom on, bottom of-

Still. You’re sweating like a whore in church.

And things only get tougher when he finally comes out.

The ocean blue sweater he dons is tucked in. Who tucks in sweaters? Kim Seokjin. Why does he tuck sweaters? Oh, because he’s got an amazing waistline that he should most definitely show off, and the heat between your thighs becoming increasingly potent is a testament to that. You pretend to adjust your heels, giving the right expressions to show you’re in pain, but in actuality you are bringing your legs closer to get you some relief, just any relief.

Ripped jeans too. You get a peek of the thighs you were denied access to the night of the fuckening. Ridged and beautiful, not a speck in sight to mar his perfection. You are glad the facial expressions for pain and pleasure are not far apart, because your thighs, albeit very lacking, are helping the imagery in your head. Just Jin, seated on one of these leather chairs, and you straddling his thigh, clit aching against the strands of the rips in his denim, the fabric soaking up the wetness, with every push forwa-

“Now that you mention it, I do look dashing.”

And there goes that dream.

You pinch his cheeks in adoration, the vulgarity of your thoughts getting whitewashed by his silliness and blooming heart-shaped flowers in their stance. You feel your own pinch in you, wondering if this scene would be the same had you blurted your feelings out that day at the cafe.

It's times like these when you remind yourself why you choose to quieten that side. This dynamic cannot reincarnate in any other form. Any imbalance to this equilibrium could cause a serious case of best-friends-turn-awkward-acquaintances, and you don’t know if that’ll hurt you more than you currently do. You don’t plan on finding out.

But on God, he tests that resolution every single day.

Jin doesn’t even hint that he knows of the turmoil blasting behind your eyes. He nonchalantly fixes his hair, gives you a one-over as you are mentally undressing him, nonchalantly as well. Then he moves to grab his cologne, and two spurts disintegrates all the whitewashing and takes you back into the obscenities you were unfolding.

“So I’ll just go over the shoot photos, and then we can leave! You’re cool waiting here?”

“Hmmn, yeah!” You don’t let your mouth run any longer, fearing what might slip out.

He gives you a wide, innocent smile. “Great! See you in a bit.” Poor guy. If only he knew how debase plans you were conjuring just from the aroma of his cologne.

It is musky, like cedar or pine, perfectly suiting him. It is the same scent you remember inhaling, face stuffed in his sweater when he was fingering you to the tenth circle of hell. As he walks away, the fragrance diminishes, save for the slightest hint of lingering. You search for the source, and find the culprit strewn across the sofa.

The outfit Jin wore for the shoot held remnants of the perfume, and when you bring the shirt close and take a long, deep whiff, you transport yourself to the land of your dreams. You relish the fever smell of his cologne, mixed with his own natural scent, deciding that this is what you wish to smell like every waking morning.

Your longing for him has crossed way beyond physical boundaries. You longed for his love, longed for his attention. Longed to be the one that brings the light to his face. From morning rays to the darkness of the night, you wanted to experience it all by his side. To be his lone star, shining bright beside the moon.

Your hands are moving without your control, disrobing you of your thirst trap of a dress and putting on Jin’s shirt instead. One look at the mirror and you let out a silent groan - it fits you just right. Just enough to cover your ass cheeks, loose enough to let the air conditioning hit your heated pussy. While well-fitting shirts have never been the cornerstone of a successful relationship, your delusional mind takes whatever wins it gets.

Adding layers to your pipe dream, you don the robe that gave you a tough time throughout the shoot. When you press the tails of the robe to your cheek, the softness of the material is soothing. Soft, like Jin’s eyes, like his hugs, like his smile. Like him.

Leaning against the counter, you steady yourself, mind split in titillation. Your fingers find their own path, drawing circles on your breasts over his shirt, imagining Jin’s long fingers in place. While teasing your nipple to pointed peaks, you slip your other hand under your panties, trying very hard to mimic his digits, twiddling your clit between your fingers. Alas, the effect isn’t achievable, because Jin seems to know how to play you better than yourself.

The scent is getting stronger, without any provoking, and it is doing wonders for your immersion. You let out a loud moan when your fingers press inside, and you’re just glad no one can witness this.

“Y-Y/N?”

Fuck.

You are pulled away from your dreamland that was so impenetrable that you didn’t hear Jin step into the room. All the blood gushing to your nether regions has made a U-turn to flood your brain to think of a plausible explanation for this position. Instead it makes you giddy, and when you try to stand you wobble in your heels, to be rescued by what you think is a very scandalized Jin.

Time stands still when your eyes meet, and what you see are blown out pupils trembling, many questions fluttering between you two. Jin crosses a tenth of the distance between you, lips flutter as they try to make a decision - do they want to part and give way to the voice of question? The voice of reason? The voice that will break this hush, burst this bubble where he has the one chance to give in to his longing?

You bring your lips closer, and cause immense disquiet in his dome, the way of his heart gathering speed against rationale. Your eyes dance between matching his gaze and finding his lips, every fraction of an inch you cross sending tremors through you. You can feel the shockwaves traverse through your body, making a pitstop at your lips, tingling them awake. They move downwards, passing your heart, beating it wildly against its cage, and then to the pit of your stomach to tighten in anticipation; finally reaching the tip of your toes, where you stand right now, a nanoscopic distance between you. Each one of you is afraid to cross the bridge, unaware of the other’s desires.

Finally, Jin acqueises and meets you on your side.

Atomic explosions ring through your head, clearing out every single thought that is not about Jin’s lips on yours. The ropes that held your heart from beating to the tune of your want, they’ve loosened their knots to give you the leeway to love freely. As your lips exchange positions, his teeth lightly drag across your plush petal, and it brings back the most important part of that night that you couldn’t recollect - the one where his lips sang wordless songs of adoration against yours. Blind as a bat, you were.

You dig your fingers into his hair, not minding your residual arousal coating his locks, and you feel his hands doing the same to you. With your eyes closed, you feel a rough edge to his cushiony soft lips, but Jin fixes that mistake - one stray strand of hair trapped in the middle of your indulgence - he pulls it away to give you all of the kiss. The hand tucked in your tresses pushes in, silently demanding more access, and you’re nothing but ready to give it.

His tongue sneaks in to play a game with yours - when you seek it, it goes into hiding, finding perfect pleasure in soft, sweet kisses, but when you stay, it comes back in, awakening your tongue to deepen again. Everything he is doing is too much and not enough in one go, and you whine into his mouth in desperation, seeking some well-earned relief after months of holding back.

Amidst the flurry of your lips, your back hits the vanity countertop, and Jin pushes away everything on top to make space for you, not caring what expensive item flies down the counter to accommodate your ass.

As if you’ve made up for the months of holding back, the softness of the kisses erodes, teeth coming into play more and more, reminiscent of the night that went by in a blur. He swallows every mewl you give in return, blissed out beyond repair, your neediness making his cock strain against the denim.

His hand snakes down, spreading his fingers to get a hold of your back to push you towards him, covering any gap that dared to intervene. Now unworried about the shoot, your hands have effectively ruined his perfectly placed locks and messed them up to resemble the craze he let you spin in.

Before he can glide his tongue back in, you break the kiss, lest you lose yourself in it to the point where you forget to breathe. With attached foreheads, you take deep drags of air, letting the oxygen flow to your brain before you make some ill-advised, unclarified decisions.

“I- I was jus-”

“Shhh. Wait,” he breathes out, wanting to take a second and fully savor the moment. You nod in return, making his head move along with yours.

After sufficient air fills his lungs, Jin starts. “Y/N, we should stop.”

Last time this had happened, you had tried to force your way through his barrier, without giving his feelings a second of consideration. So this time, you don’t repeat your mistakes. “Tell me why.”

“Because, I don’t know what you’re looking for, but I’m way deeper in this than you think.”

“Jin, I-”

“Let me finish.” He stops you before you can explain how much you reflect his emotions, possibly more. He doesn’t seem to want to listen now. “Let me finish, or else I’ll chicken out, for the millionth time.”

You’re dumbfounded. Millionth time? When was the first? Acting majors, by God.

“I love you, Y/N.”

No, now you are dumbfounded. Your hands, holding his precious locks, drop down in shock, at sheer disbelief that all this time, he has been ready and waiting to return you the favor. Jin though, misinterprets it as a look of disdain.

“I-I know I do, and I’m sorry that I do. I know you don’t feel the same way. You can hate me all you want, but this is the truth.”

“And yes,” he continues, refusing to halt for even half a second, afraid that the courage he mustered to confess would dissipate the moment he does, “I’m attracted to you, and I don’t know what went down here --” flicking his wrist to mention your (his) outfit, “--but I’m looking, okay? And I’m hard as fuck. But that’s not all there is to it.”

“I need all of you.” He takes an audible gulp, trying to stymy his emotions from overpowering him. “I want to take you out, I want to hold you hand, I want to bring you to all the places I love. I want to introduce you to people, not as my best friend, but so much more than that. It hurts me,” bringing his hand to his chest, he emphasizes the point of pain by clutching over his heart, “hurts to call you that because I’m lying through my fucking teeth.”

You break eye contact, because there are tears smarting your eyes at his heartfelt revelation. You can’t believe the idiot that you have been all this while. The man of your dreams stands in front of you, baring his soul, and you can’t even do him the decency of telling him what you felt yourself before jumping his bones.

And you love him, too. Maybe you haven’t said so, even to yourself, but you’ve known all this while.

You love him.

“If you are just looking for a fuck, or want any sort of a ‘benefits’ situation, we should stop. I can’t lie to myself anymore.”

“Jin, my God,” you half-sigh, half-laugh, feeling a burden lift off of you after months of pining.

“You don’t have to pacify me, it’s okay, I’ll be fine.” Even in this moment, he is looking out for you. His lips are curved upward to show you that he’s okay, but his pupils are shaky and restless, not in sync with his smile. You hope your next words can fix that for him.

“Pacify you? Hate you?” You shoot him an incredulous look, one you will explain to him very soon. “You are a much better person than I am, Jinnie. For months now, I’ve loved you, but even at this point, I didn’t stop to tell you.” The guilt of letting your hormones cloud your judgement for the second time lays heavily on your conscience. “I’m sorry for not making this clear earlier, but let me now. I love you, Kim Seokjin. I have for way too long. I want you, I need you. You have me, in every possible way.”

It feels unparalleled to get that off your chest. The leaden weight of your emotions immediately disappears - or the fact that it's shared, makes it much, much lighter. But then you look at Jin, and he still seems to have not put two and two together. You patiently wait for him to process all the information.

When he finally recoups, he yells, “What?!”

You let out a loud guffaw, the first one with no inhibitions in the longest time. “What?”

“Why didn’t you say anything that day at the cafe?!”

“You said you’d never date me, asshole!” You punch his chest softly, before slipping your hands behind him and pulling him closer. “I might not look like it, but I have some dignity.”

“I said that?” Jin brings one hand to pinch his nose in annoyance. “What an idiot. I think I was just inverting everything to make sure I don’t accidentally slip up.”

You lift your head to meet his eyes again, letting him see the tears you were hiding. You find a couple in his eyes, too. But the smile on your face is genuine, and that is all that matters. “I was blind too, so don’t beat yourself up about it.”

Flitting your eyes down to find the contour of his cock against his jeans, you ask him innocently, “How about we make up for lost time?”

“Fuck, yes, please.” And with that, your lips are engulfed again.

When you have all your guards down, the kiss tastes sweeter than before. Mere moments ago, while thoroughly enjoying the kiss, a sense of reticence had clouded your pleasure, holding you back from luxuriating in the headiness. A series of what-ifs had plagued your subconscious without your realization, but with all that cleared, you wholly submit to the kiss, emptying your mind until nothing but his name remains.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Jin gasps out, when you bite into his pillowy lower lip, “I thought you looked the prettiest in the dress earlier but,” after pulling away, he drinks your current attire in, “you look the most beautiful in this.”

You snicker. “Even more than World Wide Handsome?”

His eyes bore into yours, no hint of the joking lilt he always carries in them.

“So much more.”

Your hands find their place amidst his shaggy hair again, and you lodge his face into your neck - a command Jin acquiesces to with great pleasure. After a long, wet lick to your collarbone, he lays feather-soft kisses on the trail he left, starting from your shoulder and working inward, until he brushes against the back of your ear. You grasp at his sweater, because his lips feel so good. Your breaths are short, sucking in every time he allows your skin the luxury of a soft peck. Once he lays a kiss on your forehead, he brings his gaze down to one of the main reasons that causes his cock to stir.

“Fuck, look at your nipples under my shirt.”

Gazing down, you can see the two pointed peaks that caught Jin’s eyes.

“That tends to happen when I’m thinking of you.”

He twists a nipple over the shirt, hardening it further, and you throw your head back in the satisfying pain. “Yeah, I remember.”

You are unraveling every second, the ache swishing amongst the bliss his fingers are bringing in you. He’s switched over to drawing circles around your nipple, until he snaps and tugs your shirt up, finally revealing the palmfulls of flesh awaiting his hands.

“Ah that night, I didn’t get to do this. Take this off.” But then, he makes you put on his robe again. You throw him a questioning look, to which he responds with a sheepish smile, “Just so, you know… you don’t feel cold… or something.”

“Just say you like me in your clothes and move on.”

“I love you in my clothes,” he admits in a heartbeat, his expression that of anguish, “can we move on?”

“God, gladly.”

Unexpectedly, he bites the side of your boob - not hard at all, but feeling his teeth against your skin sends your head reeling backward. Your involuntary response is to wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your core against him. His teeth continue to nip you lightly across the expanse of your breasts, the trail of saliva he leaves cooling parts of your flushed body. Finally, finally, he latches onto your left nipple and gives it a long, pleasurable suck.

“Ahh, Jin - you’re too - God damn it - you’re too good at this.”

Without stopping the onslaught he is unleashing on your breasts, his fingers begin to move - but soon, they stop, hesitation rippling off of their tips. His pace falters, and his mind is fighting on the next course of action.

“Can I-”

“Finish what you started that night?” you complete for him, already prepared with your answer. “Yes, please.”

All forms of uncertainty shoot out of his touch, and he confidently trudges forward. Playing with the band of your panties, he gives you a well-intended chuckle, murmuring, “As far as I remember, I was so good you passed out.”

“Boy,” You groan, intended in jest, but his teeth slide against your jaw and it mostly comes out more wanton than jovial, “let me see you have tequila for dinner and remember much the next day.”

“Fair fair,” he gives in, shifting to buss the valley of your cleavage, feeling your heart thud against your ribs holding it in place. “Well today,” he starts without moving his face, his nimble fingers moving past the barrier of your underwear, pressing two fingertips directly on your clit, and hissing like it's him at the receiving end, “I’ll give you enough to remember.”

You pull his sweater off and chuck it away, not wanting to be reminded of any blockades that kept you apart, and your hands roam the expanse of his back remembering the touch of his skin from the night at the bar. His body isn’t new to you, but the circumstances make it feel different.

Finally, his fingers find their way inside you.

Yes, this. This was what was missing from your drunken tryst. With your heads in place, your ardor intensifies, and you move his lips back to yours needing to release your animalistic desire into his mouth. Pleasure surges through both of you as you threaten to swallow him whole.

You can feel him being more present, and considering the merciless finger-fucking you had earned that night, this is taking it to a whole other degree.

The night at the bar, his fingers did their best to ravish you, but now, Jin is paying attention, close attention to the way you respond. Every muscle movement is recorded in him as you struggle to accommodate three of his lengthy digits. Leaning close, he gives your peaked nipple the lightest feather lick - the suddenness sends shockwaves through you as he continues to tweeze the other, talented pianist hands performing his musical piece on both ends of you.

His fingers pump into you with determination, finding new depths to explore that he missed out on, and with a curl of his pointer, you blank out, screaming in the orgasm that is washing over you. Every skincell of your body feels the quiver of lust spreading, your cunt squeezing for an eternity, milking the orgasm out to the extent that you can.

When you look down, your metaphorical orgasmic flood manifestes as a deluge of your arousal leaking on the table. And when you look back up, you can see the salacious ideas making their rounds in Jin’s head as he looks at the inundation you released.

Hurried hands still convulsing from the intensity of your orgasm, you undo his belt, followed by his jeans and finally - getting the pleasure you were heartlessly denied of - his cock is out, in all its glory, twitching as the cool air hits its naked skin. Jin’s plans don’t go hand in hand with yours though.

“Are we just - holy fucking shit - just, umm, leave that to waste?” he lustfully looks down to your leaking core, and someway, through your hold on his dick, he tries to steer you into his plans.

“I don’t know about that,” you cheekily reply. You have the right idea to satisfy both of you, and get down to the task.

With the flat of your palm, you swipe across the droplets of cum you released, gathering them to transfer them onto his thick length. Jin thrusts into your hand, the wetness jolting him into attention, and he places an arm on your shoulder to steady himself.

“You’re going to taste yourself?” he asks as you continue your vacillating motion, twisting at the base of his head with the wetness you graciously provided yourself. You give him a nonchalant look, something he is trying to do to you as well.

“Who said I’m gonna suck you off?”

His look changes, and the one you get in return is cocky, arrogant, downright rude if you were honest. You expected him to play on with your banter, but one raised eyebrow and the lazy smirk he gives, to what he probably thinks is a joke - Zeus could land on earth and not be able to stop you from gobbling his meat.

Your mouth is filled with his dick even before your knees hit the ground. Jin staggers back, but your suction on his dick is funnily strong enough to pull him back before falling. You switch positions, having him balance himself against the counter, all while you refuse to leave his cock out. His giggle of endearment has you pouting, but it swells your heart and makes you want to give more, more of anything and everything. With your renewed vigor, you push yourself in until his pubes tickle your nose, and his tip tickles your throat.

“Your-”, “I-”, “uhh-”

Every new sentence Jin starts crumbles to your actions. You furrow your brows both in concentration on your blowing skills and trying to decode what he is trying to say.

Jin takes a large gulp, adamant on making this one a coherent sentence. “You know, I used to imagine this, and in my dreams I used to be very sexy and suave, talking my way throug-oof-” You run your tongue over the tip of his leaking dick, emphasizing the point he is coming to, “Now I can’t even complete sentences here.”

“You being you is super sexy in itself.” And you curve your tongue to match the arch of his cock, letting the incoming saliva pool on it before letting it run down his shaft, dripping down from his balls. Strings of his precum connect to your lips, and you swipe your tongue through them, relishing the salty goodness before going back in for more.

“Y/N, shit, did you just moan?”

How couldn’t you? The fact that he is horny for you, so much so that rivulets of precum don’t stop drizzling down your throat, has you preening. You hum your assent in response, not willing to let go even for a moment, but Jin pulls you off before you can get a chokehold on the base of his cock again.

“Never had a woman moan while sucking me off. It’s sexy as fuck,” Jin breathes into your lips as he dives in for a kiss.

Your chest is heaving, catching the breaths you lost when you were down. “Then why’d you stop me?”

“Are you kidding me? I was about to lose it right there.”

“Jinnie, come on,” you break the fragmentary kiss you were sharing, looking into his glassy eyes, “let me feel you come on my tongue.” To emphasize your conviction, you lick his lips, persuading him of the sinful deeds your tongue is capable of doing if he’d just let you.

“Oh man, stop. What’s worse than busting a nut in your mouth? Busting it while you’re kissing me. Making me feel like a teenager.” You erupt into a loud laugh, soon followed by Jin as well. It is so him to joke about this.

“And babe,” all hints of embarrassment vanishing from his tone, “I’m only going to come inside you.”

“Fuck, fuck, yes. You got a condom on you?”

“Yeah, let me grab my wallet.” The instant he moves away, you feel naked, shivering from the comfort stolen away from you. But then you hear Jin grumble, “I hope I don’t have the bacon-flavored one.” And the absurdity of it all puts you at ease again.

“Ew, stop, even you can’t make that sexy. My lady boner is dying.”

He envelops you again, and you can feel the laughter echoing in his lungs before making it out to your ears. He brings your attention to the familiar rustle of foil wrapper. “Thankfully, we got chocolate.”

“Mmmh, gotta love chocolate.”

You take the condom out of his hands, and roll it onto his stiff length, flattered that he’s holding his erection for so long.

“Okay, stick it in me!” And you smack your ass in readiness, and a very flabbergasted Jin breaks out chortling.

“Y/N, stop being my best friend for like, five minutes!” His brows are furrowed in pretense exasperation, but you can see his lips holding back a genuine smile through the grimace, just happy that your dynamics haven’t changed the slightest, even though everything else has shifted.

“Okay okay,” you try and suppress your own laughter, before continuing, “how do you want me, baby?”

“Bend over on the vanity. And keep your eyes on the mirror.” And as you move into position, his palms grab your ass and squeeze it hard, feeling your glutes push back against his grip, and he pushes you forward till you're on the tips of your toes. You watch him through the mirror, watch him admire the way your ass curves over the table edge, how your toes struggle to keep you up, and how the dimples of your back are deepened by the arch, peeking under the bunched up robe tails, just waiting for him.

“Jin.” Your hushed whisper puts him in action.

Pushing the head in is anguish and relief at the same time. His bulbous head stretches your entrance; even with your preparation, you feel it sting. The searing gets better and better with every inch slipping in, and when he finally lodges inside, you let out a heavy breath, still panting and keeping yourself from screaming bloody murder in pleasure. Jin bends forward to paint the back of your neck, sucking the flesh till the circular bruise comes to surface.

“Can you- can you-fuck, no, wait-” Your brain is at war with itself, battling between adjusting to his girth and having him pump you into adjustment.

You can feel Jin’s snicker from behind you, and he finally makes the decision for you. “I’ll wait, I have things to do here,” he says before playing around the patch of skin, spreading from the base of your hair to the expanse of your back, his teasing licks relaxing your walls and accommodating his girth. The pain is almost gone, expect for the lingering ache that only helps you.

“You can move now, babe.”

“Okay, okay.” Your words snap him out of the painter’s dream he was in, and he twitches inside you. Something about the ease at which you both have adopted nicknames for each other softens his heart and hardens his cock.

Pulling out till only the head rests inside, Jin himself struggles against the third degree grip your pussy has on him. As he is thrusting inside again, your walls tense up, making it harder and harder for him to hold back.

“Y/N, sweetie, relax. I got you.”

“Jin, I’m-” You have tears running down your eyes, the pleasure and unsurmountable happiness rolling out in fat hot drops. “Fuck me harder. I won’t last.”

“Shit. Okay, hold on then.”

To what? Is what you’re going to ask before Jin unleashes his carnality onto you. Your breasts, dripping in sweat and saliva, are plastered to the countertop, which in itself is jiggling to the beat of Jin’s thrusts. His dick is curving inside to hit you repeatedly, and you have to gather the satin fabric to wipe your eyes to keep your gaze fixed on him.

He looks majestic. Forehead embellished with beads of sweat, his hair coiffed up, lips sanguine red after your vicious kisses - you swipe your tongue along your own lips to find them battered in response. His honey chest is heaving with every push, and a particular one hits you just right.

You let out a guttural groan, and Jin takes note of it immediately.

“Up,” he commands, and loops an arm under your belly to you pull you up and closer and now every thrust hits deeper into that spot he has found in you, your back connected to his chest as the two of you move in tandem; this is the most together you’ve ever felt with anyone. This moment is to be etched in your memories forever.

You scream into your fist to muffle the sounds, the edge of the table digging into your hip bone as you feel yourself getting closer to the brink. One swipe to the clit is all you have left to bring you to your release.

And from some telepathic force, or from the clutch your pussy has on him, Jin beats you to it. His fingers come down and carefully find your swollen nub, pinching it between his fingers. If he thought you’d shown him your hardest clench, he was wrong, because right now your dam has broken, and the iron-clad grip you give his cock sends him reeling, too.

You are gushing on his dick, the rubber dripping with your wetness. Jin too releases into the condom in stuttered gasps, his thrusts becoming shorter and shallower as he comes down from his high.

Petal-like kisses fall on your back as the two of you regain your breaths. The mirror that served you two well is covered in a fog of hot breath and perspiration, blearing your vision of yourself, but somehow, it sparkles with Jin’s reflection. His nobility-esque visuals use the haze as a valance for his appearance, framing them to make him look like you’re among the clouds. And in some way, you actually are.

“Ah, let me go.” You jiggle your shoulders back to make the man above you move. “Fuck, can you check if my spine is in place? I think you dislodged it.”

“Shut up and come hug me, I’ll squeeze it back in place.”

Now this is something you could get used to.

As he ties and throws away the used condom, you flip over to face him and fall back into his embrace, broad shoulders promising to protect you, making you feel safe in his care. Jin on the other hand is simply ecstatic to feel you on him, feeling your thumping heart beat for him, after months of pining and pondering whether anything would become of the seed of your tumultuous friendship. Now, it has blossomed to a garden of prospect and promise, every petal of every flower here reading a new opportunity to tell you how much he adores you, cherishes you, treasures you. How much he loves you. An opportunity he doesn’t wait to use.

“I love you.”

The pink tinge of your cheeks either comes from the sex, or from his comment, but either way, he is glad its from him.

“I love you too, Jin. So, so very much.”

If your heart could leap out of your chest, it would do so, to find its way to his and fuse into one. But for now, your entwined bodies give you all you want.

You hear Jin stifle a laugh, and pull back in question. He points to something odd on the countertop.

“What is that?”

The cream white surface of the table, that was maligned by your ignoble deeds, now sports two glistening, wheatish semi circles that look very similar to the sizes of one person who was splayed on top of it just moments ago.

“Is that…” Jin is trying to contort his lips and halt the looming snicker, and he brings his eyes down to your chest (trying not to get hard again), “Did you have makeup on your chest?”

“Shut up.” All you can do is fall closer into his arms, hopefully masking the tint of embarrassment highlighting the apples of your cheeks. “I wanted to make them look extra good for you.”

He’s given up on holding back, the full-bellied laugh that resonated from him echoing across the room. But it dwindles down fast, coming to small chuckles of tenderness, and he slips his digits beneath your chin to have you meet his gaze.

“They always look good,” he whispers, his admittance setting your chest aflame, “trust me, I’d know.”

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