#that hybe is already making a plan for who they will push to the front next

[dearweirdme]

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I know you're a relatively new fan, Rain so this isn't aimed at you or anyone who wasn't here then or took a different stance than the one I'm calling out (including OP if it applies) but I wonder where all these voices where when we were calling for a boycott when Bang decided he was going to piss all over BTS work with the UN and take BTS to Saudi Arabia to help participate in the whitewashing of crimes there, especially those towards Yemeni people who BTS were campaigning for one minute and dancing for the benefit of princes and politicians committing atrocities against them the next.

Where have y'all been since then? What's keeping y'all from talking about and calling out that, even now?

If we're going to do this then can we at least expand the moral outrage to everywhere that it applies? Because the decision over Saudi would have been the prime time to cut the monsters head off before it got too greedy and gained too much power but it was near impossible to have our voices heard back then without facing vitriol, doxxing and abuse.

I really hope this boycott works, I do, although I fear it's too little too late at this point because this fandom in general already sent Bang PD a big fat message that anything goes when they shut down protest over Saudi Arabia.

HYBE doesn't give a flying fuck about our opinion because they know they don't have to. I don't judge anyone who feels like the machine is too big at this point or that protests and boycotts won't land where they should and hurt the people they should because its ARMY who have already long laid the foundation for that kind of perspective and not only built the sandpit for men like Bang PD but guarded the gates for him to play in it. Now I see a lot of blame shifting towards newer fans who came into this shit already jaded and knowing what kind of company they were dealing with and at a time when that company has already grown way out of control because fans who had a better chance of forcing a difference before HYBE got to big for their boots didn't want to act.

So if you're a fan reading this or responding to these asks who was in the fandom back then and weren't calling for the same response or are STILL not acknowledging what it meant for BTS to perform in Saudi Arabia then you're a hypocrite and you are in no place to be throwing stones at glass houses now about how people do or don't act. Not until you accept your own responsibility, at least.

And I know y'all hypocrites exist because I've seen some very familiar names on socials calling for action now who were very active in telling the rest of us to shut up and stop complaining then.

And if you were here for the Saudi controversy but are surprised now then I fail to see how because the writing has been clear on the wall since then that Bighit, HYBE and everyone behind the BTS machine were never willing to put their money where their mouth is and the charity work was performative, from the company perspective at least.

If you really got shocked and swerved over Palestine and HYBE getting into bed with the likes of Sc**ter B*aun then you haven't been paying attention to exactly who you've been giving your money to all these years since.

You've already been helping to expand HYBE's greed and influence and whitewash genocide in Saudia Arabia with every album or bit of merch you've bought since. Sc**ter didn't infect HYBE with some sort of 'not giving a shit' disease...birds of a feather flock together. That's how the entertainment industry works in general. If you're looking for clean hands or wholesome billionaires then you're looking in the wrong place. You might as well boycott everything you own and consume that isnt produced by a small or independent business. If you thought that's what you were getting with HYBE even before Sc**ter then...lol.

If y'all want to criticise, try accepting your own complicity and inaction in letting it get this far in the first place.

I personally haven't been buying BTS content for a while now because I don't agree with HYBE's corporate model but if you are one of those people reading this and seething on your Apple Iphone, writing a response from your Apple Mac Computer while sipping a Pepsi and wearing your fave sweatshop sweatshirt that you bought from Amazon who were telling us to sit down and shut up when it came to Saudi Arabia then I hope you are feeling pretty shitty right now because what HYBE has been allowed to grow into and is beating people with an even bigger stick is partly your own fault so who TF are you to criticise anyone from your perch when you had a much clearer perspective of their long game?

Hi anon!

Thanks for this contribution. Army has its own history aside from BTS, and it’s way harder to grasp that in its entirety because it’s not documented clearly (as opposed to BTS).

On this note I’ll leave this discussion for now.

#fandom shenanigans #things to consider #is that bts is not Hybe’s only source of income #and chances are #that hybe is already making a plan for who they will push to the front next #seeing as BTS is already in business for longer than ten years #which is already really really long for a boyband #and also #change often really starts to happen from the inside #and i’ll bet a whole lot on members going to be playing important roles in the future of kpop/music #they will be the people who take over when the conservative ones have gone

[shadowofahope]

Don't Tell Me What You See || 13

About Time

Warnings: ANGST

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: It's about time we did some talking.

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“Tae!” Your voice laced with urgency rang across the phone.

“What’s wrong Firefly?!” Panic instantly rising in his.

“Something happened. I need you.” You replied nervously.

“Where are you?”

“Remember that club you and Yoongi found me in?” You question, keeping your voice an octave higher than usual.

“Yes, I’m on my way!” You can already hear him breathing heavily as his pace picks up.

“Quickly!” You beg before hanging up. A smirk plays on your lips as you place your phone back into your back pocket and turn around.

“You ready?” You ask the person in front of you, as you slide back into the booth.

“As I’ll ever be.” Mi Young sighs.

It had been a couple days since Jimin was with someone. You had time to digest exactly what happened, but something still nagged at you. But for now you had pushed it aside to focus on something you deemed even more important.

You contacted Mi Young the day after, instantly having a connection with your twinflames soulmate you knew you couldn’t wait for them to meet. She was a strong willed, dependable, caring individual who loved to shower her friends with affection. But of course she was not only beautiful on the outside, but also on the inside.

You two had talked non stop about setting this up. Mind you, you did manage to leave out the tiny detail that he is Kim Taehyung of BTS. Something you could use as an inside joke later on.

So tonight, here you were with Mi Young and the rest of your group at the club she works at. A couple of dancers from HYBE, another producer and 3 PA’s. Thankfully all who she had warmed up to, but not recognized.

While she sits next to you in a dark booth in the back, her leg is constantly bouncing. You scan the front entrance for your twinflame, feeling his emotions rising. Low and behold he bolts into the club with Yoongi in tow.

“Here we go.” You smile at Mi Young, giving her a smile and her thigh a squeeze before standing up from the booth.

Walking towards the open space you wave your arm over your head catching their attention. Both rushing over to you through the sea of people.

“Firefly, are you ok? What’s going on?” Taehyung pants, struggling to breathe again.

“I’m ok Tae, I have someone I need you to meet.” You smile at him, fluffy his hair and moving it out of his eyes.

“Who?” He asks worriedly, eyes widening at you.

You side step out of the way, winking at Yoongi as you turn.

“Taehyung, this-” You gesture to the girl that had followed you out of the booth and had hid behind you. “Is Mi Young. Mi Young this is my twinflame Taehyung.”

You gesture to him and take a step back to give them room, slightly bumping into Yoongi’s left side as you do.

You watch as the two soulmates make eye contact, light reflects in their eyes as they go through the soul journey together.

“You planned this.” Yoongi whispers into your ear, not a question but more of an understanding of your underhandedness. You giggle and grab his hand.

“C’mon.” Pulling him towards the booth, letting the two have their moment uninterrupted. Sliding back into the booth Yoongi now sitting next to you, you both order drinks from the waitress currently at the table.

5 minutes later you receive 2 messages. One from your twinflame and one from his soulmate.

‘We're going to go outside for a walk, to talk. Thank you Firefly. I love you.’ - Taehyung.

‘I’m going to kill you….but thank you!!!!’ - Mi Young.

Chuckling to yourself, you show Yoongi the texts you recieved, him also releasing a dark chuckle.

Comfortably you spent the rest of the night eating, and drinking with friends. Not letting yourself dwell on the decision you had to make.

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It has been 4 weeks since that night. You haven’t spent a day not thinking about what happened. Both Yoongi and Taehyungs words constantly haunt you, regardless if you were spending time with Jimin or not.

Jimin was working hard to respect the boundaries you had put in place, and you hadn’t felt pain since that night. To which you were unbelievably thankful for. But the need to know what happened that night was like an itch you couldn't scratch, just out of reach.

“Have you thought about what we said?” Taehyung asks, plopping down next to you happily on the couch. Yoongi flinging himself on the other side of you. You nod your head, paper tea cup still to your mouth. Texting Mi Young about your schedule for next week.

Tae had begged you to let his soulmate know what was truly going on. You had some reservations about it, but in the end you agreed to her knowing. So now, instead of two overly concerned individuals hounding you, you have 3. But at least you have a female to talk to about it. Well you would, if you could find it in you to voice, how bad things are for you.

Chugging the last of your tea you glance around the lounge. For any sight of the other members or anyone else that could possibly listen in on your conversation. Apart from you 3 there were only 4 other people, but they were across the room.

“I have.” You stated matter of factly, leaning back arms crossed over your chest. “But I think I need to understand a few things first before I make it final.”

You frown, down at your empty tea on the coffee table in front of you. You know they want to know exactly what was going through your mind, but you couldn’t explain it. Too much was whirling around, but also nothing at all. You need to know more.

“Are you guys done for today?” You ask, still refusing to look at them.

They share a quizzical look before Yoongi responds. “Yea, we finished early today.” You nod.

Noises from the hall indicate people are heading to the lounge. You don’t bother looking up when they enter, you know who they are. You abruptly stand, spooking both men next to you.

“Jimin!” You call out looking at your soulmate. “Do you want to go to that cafe we talked about last time? If you’re free.”

Your soulmate perks up, noticing you. “Yes! I’m free!”

“But hyung you said you’d go with me to-” Jungkook starts, but Jimin nudges him in the rib cage silencing him.

“Let’s go!” He sings walking over to you.

You smile at him before grabbing your stuff, waving over your shoulder to the dumbstruck boys you left on the couch. You walk out of the building with Jimin by your side.

The cafe you were heading to was only a couple blocks away, so you both opted to walk there. Once there, you both order drinks and a bakery good. Then head up to the second story of the shop to enjoy yourselves on the veranda.

You had been talking for a while now, both on your second mugs of coffee and tea. You don’t know how to bring it up. Friends or not you have to just ask.

“How was the party after the festival?” You ask, sipping on your tea. Trying to calm your nerves.

“It was good.” He replied sheepishly. Spooning another piece of sponge cake into his mouth.

“Tae told me, you left with someone?” You push, keeping your voice steady and as light as possible.

He places his spoon down on his plate and runs his hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair.

“Yea, I did.” He won’t make eye contact with you.

“Jimin, you’re allowed to live a little.” You force a chuckle, placing your drink back down. “We are friends aren’t we?”

“No, I know. It’s just-” He starts. Finally he looks at you, shame written on his face. You’re trying to force your body to relax. Hands wanting to ball into fists. Feet ready to run. But you hold your ground against your instincts and fake a soft smile.

“I did go with this girl, back to her hotel room.” He tries again, still the look of shame lingers in his eyes. “Everything was going great-....but - I couldn’t. I felt like I was hit with this nauseating feeling, like I was suffocating so I left.”

Now it was your turn to be dumbfounded. He must have noticed your confusion.

“One minute clothes were coming off and I was kissing her, then all I could hear was this deafening beat, and this feeling of..you know when you drink too much, but you’re still drinking more? Kind of like that. And I swear I could see spotlights when I closed my eyes. And then I was back in the room again with her, but when I touched her again….it felt like I couldn’t breathe, almost like I was drowning. I panicked and went back to the dorm.”

What kind of sick punishment was this? He only felt your bond when he was with someone else? Now you really wanted to laugh. You were passed crying, tears didn’t make you feel better. That explains why you hadn’t been in any pain since that night. Jimin was too shaken up about it to talk to anyone, therefore his usual retorts about having a soulmate remained in his thoughts only.

Your twinflame and Yoongi are right. You feel so close to being dead inside, you have to make a decision.

But what they didn’t know was that you already had.

Weeks ago you made your decision, when there wasn’t any pain. Being accustomed to the cold void you found yourself in. You had been able to think clearly, but you knew you couldn’t tell them. Not yet.

“Answer me honestly then,” You stare into his eyes, set in your choice, no matter his answer. “If you knew who your soulmate is, would you feel any different?”

There was a long pause, as he stared back at you. His face blank as he thought over your question.

“The stubborn part of me wants to say ‘no’, but to tell you the truth, I really don’t know.” He finally answers. “I guess I have a lot of issues trusting people. Even if they are my soulmate, I don’t think I could just instantly trust them.”

“It’s understandable if it makes you uncomfortable.” You reassure him.

“It’s not just being uncomfortable. I've had multiple friends, idol friends that have been used by their soulmates selfishness. I’m constantly worried about Jin and Namjoon and don’t even get me started on Tae, he was so eager to find his and now he has and he does look happy. But I’ve seen how selfish a soulmate can be, I’ve lost friends because of them. They aren’t themselves anymore, it's like they get completely lost until they’re just a shell of who they are.”

“It’s understandable to have fears.” You soothe. “Our past experiences shape us, they affect decisions we make now.”

He stares at you even more intently now, looking like he wants to say something else, you wait.

“I overheard Tae and Yoongi-hyung talking, your soul mirror is sick?” Well… that wasn’t what you were expecting.

“I guess you could say that, yeah.” You reach for your tea, nodding and taking a sip.

“Are you scared?” Jimin whispers. Definitely not where you thought this conversation was going to go.

“Not anymore.” You replied honestly. “The damage is done and there's nothing I can do about it.”

“If you could talk to your soulmate what would you say?” Jimin becomes highly focused on your next words. As if he is looking for his own answer.

“I’d probably ask them to reject our bond.” Looking down at your finger tapping on your mug. “Living everyday in pain is terrible. It’s better to rip it away than to watch it slowly being pulled apart.

“.....you wouldn’t do it yourself?”

Your breath comes out a little shakily, but you know what it is that you're subtly implying to him. It’s time to make that decision, and not just think about it.

“No. I believe people should be able to choose.” You look at him again. Unfaltering, steady. You’re ready. “To find their own version of happiness.”

You reach into your jacket pocket to reach something you have been carrying around since you made your decision weeks ago. At this point it was taunting you every time you remembered it was there. Leaning across the table you slide a business card from the clinic to him, the same clinic with the soul reader… the soul reader that just so happens to also be a Kosmos weaver.

“And that includes you Jimin. You need to do what will make you happy.” Decision made. “No one can force you into a bond you don’t want. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll support you. Because it’s your choice.”

Cry About It Later || Don’t Tell Me What You See

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[nomunamuinmybrain]

Work you out (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: M

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.4K

In collaboration with the lovely @alwaysdarkestbeforethedawn94

Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 please know that this contains heavy sexual themes and mature language.

Summary: Working for Hybe has been an experience. Being Jungkook’s manager is another story. His sharp eyes, firm jawline and snarky attitude was a deadly combination to begin with. The guy easily found his way to your heart and you simply couldn't take it anymore.

Thinking back to how I managed to land such an unimaginable employment opportunity must have been a miracle. Unquestionably, working for HYBE had so many benefits; I swore to never leave this place. Sure, I was a simple manager's assistant, but I was by the side of one of the managers that handled the most important talent in the stretch of South Korea, the entire globe to be honest, BTS. I was assigned the position of assistant to the manager of one of the guys, none other than Jeon Jungkook. I really couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was I a part of one of the most skyrocketing influential enterprises in the country, but I also had the chance to meet some of the most inspiring people in the whole world! Who would have thought?!

Did I have a crush on the guy by the end of my first month working here? Yes, but who wouldn't? He is the sweetest, always polite and courteous. I've met my share of self-boasting asshats; this industry is flooded with such. This guy is worth billions and he has remained ridiculously humble. Word got around about him being a wonderful young man and I could positively say he is so much more up close. Jungkook is ridiculously handsome that’s a given already, but his personality was the real deal-maker. He reminds me of a dark stormy thundery night where I cover myself with my favourite warm fluffy blanket starring out of the window a rich flavored hot chocolate in hand.

In general, I quite enjoy working at the company’s principled environment. Don’t get me wrong, nothing in this world is rainbows and butterflies, but overall, I can confidently say that it’s been a mainly positive experience. Thankfully, the department I am in is assembled by kind, funny people who like to get things done. There hasn’t been a day were I regretted coming here. As for my daily duties as an assistant, working for Jungkook meant keeping up with his appointments, helping him with anything at anytime, managing his schedule, making sure it matches with the other guys' and so much more. I was required to work around the clock and as a single independent woman in her late twenties who was trying to figure out the world around her that didn’t sound like such a bad idea, though I digress. Essentially, I was one of the employees responsible for pretty much anything and everything he needed. Our department was at his disposal 24/7 running around, living that busy life.

That's until the pandemic struck. That was the first time I thought to myself that this might be nature’s valiant plan to get back what man so forcefully took from her. Suddenly, everything was canceled; life got put on a hold. My dearest supervisor, Jungkook's manager, had to stay at home because he had kids. In fact, a lot of people had to stay at home. Abruptly, days became weeks and weeks became months. The desperation and frustration we were feeling was like nothing else ever experienced. Truthfully, it felt like something had been stolen from us and we could never get it back. In this manner, when the gears finally started grinding again I was assigned to be the on-site manager for Jungkook. That meant being in direct contact with him more so than before and of course, being responsible for a ton of other obligations.  

Not going to lie, the first months were slightly awkward for both of us and understandably so. We both were used to very different working arrangements. I might have been working behind the scenes before, but now I had to step into the spotlight becoming his own personal shadow, and I am sure he wasn’t really comfortable with that. Taken into account the current situation everyone looked like a volcano ready to erupt.  

Once, I happened to accidentally step in a not so common incident; maybe it was a circumstance I wasn’t supposed to witness. He was on the phone at the time, when I saw him. That’s why I decided it was best if I stayed behind the half closed door of the studio. I couldn’t hear what he was saying and it was none of my business after all, but I could tell by the minute I laid my eyes on him that something was wrong. Something had been bothering him; irritation written all over his face. He was pacing back and forth, phone still on his ear. He was clenching his fist so hard I wondered if his nails cut into his skin. He was breathing heavily, almost as if he would burst and his muscles grew tense.  

Then, in an instant, it seemed that the call ended and as he was putting the phone in his pocket he slammed his fists down onto the table a loud bang echoing in the room. After some consideration, I knocked on the door to make my presence known and he sharply looked at me. Without having the chance to say anything to him he let out a loud growl and left the room leaving me dumbfounded and unaware by the door. Soon after that, he apologized for the way he acted confessing that he had an unfortunate falling out with one of his closest friends and at the time he couldn’t process what was happening. I would never forget that day. It was the day I came across a not so familiar side to him.

From that day forward, things miraculously became easier and Jungkook was way more relaxed around my presence, we joked around often and he even texted me to ask about a variety of things outside of regular working hours. We managed to develop a teasing relationship full of endless borderline flirtatious banter. He had this other side to him that only a selected few got the chance to know. Jeon Jungkook was indeed a comforting raging night, but he was also an infuriating playful mischievous brat when he wanted to be. This in all honesty, made him a hundred times more irresistible in my eyes.

Life was going on smoothly until Jungkook decided that taking after midnight trips to the gym was perfectly acceptable, insisting that I escort him instead of his bodyguard. I cursed every single time but I went anyway. Forty-five minutes after midnight he was lifting weights, unbothered. Taking secret short glances towards him I contemplated what I had done in my previous life to deserve this torment. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less about the late hour, but to have this view in front of my eyes was causing me both mental and physical pain. The guy was clearly sculpted by the gods. With his broad chest, muscular arms and thick thighs he could have anyone he ever wanted. He even sported an hourglass figure; He is insanely unreal. That’s the main reason why I decided to sit there preoccupied with a silly game on my phone to kill time until the suffering ended. I was barely hanging from a string at the verge of blowing off the barrier between my personal and professional life.

Out of the blue, with a loud grunt, he dropped the weights, drawing me out of my contemplation. He looked annoyed for whatever reason. He tried his best to seem nonchalant but it was obvious, in his beautiful stern eyes. Could he be craving for an audience? Abandoning every rational thought I had, I put my phone away, looked in his direction as I got up to get water. I smirked at his clear annoyance. Surely, we weren't supposed to interact with the artists this way but I am cranky and sleepy, and for the first time ever, he was being kind of an ass to me. Was I perhaps the reason behind his sudden personality change? The thought kept floating at the back of my mind.  

This kept going on for about three weeks or so and I gave him nothing. His annoyance prominent in his expression, more and more as the weeks went by. He was hot but I am sure all he had been seeking was an audience given that he missed it, or so I thought. Thursday evening rolls around and I was particularly iffy tonight ‘because I was extremely frustrated, sexually. This one was making my situation worse, sporting a tight black tank top and skinny grey sweatpants which made him look like a treat. He could easily pass for a bodyguard with those broad well-built shoulders. As my eyes scanned his body I realized this was the first time his tatted sleeve was on display. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander. By the time I was done his eyes were already fixed on mine and I turned away immediately, embarrassment written all over my face.  

Seeking solace in the women’s bathroom I tried to extinguish this ravenous yearning. The feeling of cold water did nothing to help the burning desire that was building inside me. Without warning, a knock at the door was heard, his sweet angelic voice following "Are you okay?" he asked, the remnants of a smirk could be heard still. "Jungkook you cannot be here, I am okay. I'll be out in a minute." I exclaimed, as calm as I could. "It's been ten minutes. I can't continue unless you're there." He insisted, I heard him chuckle after that.

With that, it was now or never, I pushed the door’s handle and made my way outside rolling my eyes in the process and he caught that, quickly moving closer, clearly annoyed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in my features, making him look not quite intimidating but definitely interesting. No, it was my mistake. Not just interesting, he looked ravishing. "As I said, I'll be out in a minute. Then you can finish up" I argued. But he didn't budge, moving even closer, if that was even possible, he was almost a breath away. "I don't feel like working out anymore" he declared like a child whose toy was taken away from him. As if I chose to play heads or tails with my career, I poked the beast further, "What is it that you want to do then?" I asked making sure he heard the annoyance in my tone. Coming even closer, to the point where he was completely pressed up against me, "You" he uttered calmly yet authoritatively. Before I could process what he had just said his soft lips crushed mine with a vengeance, thirsty. Pulling my lip with his teeth, he kept planting kisses from my lips to my jaw trailing down to my neck and décolletage; a surprised panting left my lips.  

It felt as if I had involuntarily awakened this beastly hunger within him. His kisses insatiable and his touch was possessive, "I've been thinking about this for so long" he confessed as he took my hoodie off. "Sitting there, not giving a word let alone a glimpse. If you think this is off-limits you're wrong" he growled pointing at himself. "I can guarantee that once we're done here you definitely won't be able to look at me, ever." As he said all that, he managed to get me in a compromising position against the sink, his slim waist in between my legs. He kept my gaze as he lowered his head between my thighs. Little shit kept giving me hickeys on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, so close to my now dripping core. He enjoyed tormenting me and it showed. I was helpless but oh, God was all of this hot. He licked a stripe over my soaked panties, "Oh baby, you smell delicious" and with one hand he took off my underwear completely.

He sank in my folds, letting a guttural moan that I felt vibrating through my core. Not being able to think about what was happening I let myself indulge in my carnal desire my hands tangled in between his luscious hair.  

He loved food and I've watched him eat before, but this must be one of his favorites ‘cause he was doing his best not to let a drop go to waste; he acted like a man starved. His hands held me in place, thankfully, ‘cause everything was too much; nothing could stop me from shaking, feeling everything deep in my core, he was too much. He just had to be good at everything. He kept a torturous tempo, from sucking my clit to his sinful tongue penetrating me, and as tears gathered around my eyes he decided to add his slender fingers in bringing me closer to heaven than I've ever been. "That's it baby, let go. Let go for me" he exhaled and just like that I had the most intense climax. My limbs felt numb, my whole body felt like rubber.  

Before I could register what was happening he was back at it, sucking my over stimulated clit, my thighs unconsciously closing around his head as oversensitivity hit. "One more, please, come on baby, you can do it" he begged. He kept pumping his fingers while sucking my clit, as if it was his only goal in life. My screams muffled through my own hand clamped on my mouth as I reached my high for a second time that night. I felt it take over me with such intensity I didn't register what had happened. He emerged from between my thighs, soaked from me squirting and with a proud look on his face he declared "Now I look like I had the workout of a lifetime".  

He helped me get dressed and pulled me close for a soft peck. He must have noticed my concerned look because he wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug and said "Don't be scared about this, we can work it out. I really like you and I'd like you to stick around". Starring into his eyes, I nodded and he pulled me close for the sweetest kiss, trying to tame my bewildered hair. He helped me get dressed and got out the door first to make sure that no one was around. I waited for a moment and then I got a text.  

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