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Please.....be my bestfriend

Chapter 2: A Friend

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Waking up this morning wasn’t the easiest thing to do, I knew breakfast would be awful with my host family…plus the rest of the day didn’t look too appealing either.

But alas, I must eat!

Mr and Mrs Ghim provided cereal for breakfast, to be honest I was glad it was more than just an apple. It was too awkwardly quite at the table, so I was glad when I finally left for school.

Walking to school had turned out to be pretty nice, all the buildings made me feel like I was somewhere important, somewhere where things actually happen. I felt like a young independent working woman (well... more like learning). Especially since I was also carrying books, making myself look especially busy. I couldn’t fit these ones in my bag as it was currently filled to the brim with my sports clothes. As I had characteristically forgotten to bring a second travelling device with me. I always forget something, its like an unspoken law of my life, something has to of been left…. WAAAAAA *splat*

Yes…. you did just fall off the sidewalk Y/N, yes…. it did hurt. But its okay, no one saw, just get back up and keep going. My papers were flying everywhere, Nooo, why did my teachers even make me do homework! It was my first day! Its unfai…

“Hello, are you okay?”

I look up to see a young boy with black hair and big doe-like eyes. He was super cute, like he was a baby still, I wonder how old he is, maybe a bit younger than I am...

“ah, yes. It’s okay, I’m okay. Thankyou”

He bent down to help me with my papers and held them out to me as we stood up.

“oh, you speak Korean”

“I’m still learning, but yes, a little bit”

“wow….”

It got a little awkward…. I don’t really know what to say... he looks super nervous right now, his eyes are super wide. I break the silence…

“how old are you? ...”

Why on earth did I ask that?! I should have just said thankyou and walked on. He probably thinks you’re talking too much.

“15...how old are you”

“14 still, I wish my birthday was sooner”

I could tell he was jittery with his hands and eyes, maybe he wasn’t good around strangers. I’m surprised at myself for being able to talk this confidently in another language. As we talked, we started walking along, I guess he was going the same way I was. As soon as we took our first step his eyes instantly met the floor... and there they stayed for a while, until he talked...

“Actually, it was my birthday a few days ago”

“Really!!, when was it?”

“September 1st”

“woooow that was yesterday!!, Happy birthday!!”

I said with the biggest smile I could muster, he smiled up at me for a second before lowering his gaze back down to his feet.

“did you celebrate?”

“A little, me and my friends had dinner out”

“WAIT! ..I have a present for you”

He looked shocked at me for a second, while I pushed my books under my arms and searched desperately in my bag for something. When I found it, I pulled it out and handed it to him, he took it hesitatively.

“What is it?”

I had handed him a little wrapped sweet called ‘warhead’ and tried to hold back my evil smile.

“It’s candy, reallllllly extreme, so be careful”

He looked at me for a second with no expression, then a smile.

“thankyou”

He unwrapped it

“be careful”

His smile changed into something resembling a challenging smirk…

This smirk though quickly changed into one of disgust and cringe. I couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from my throat.

“ahhh ewww”

His face slowly made its way into a bright smile as the sour taste slowly faded. His big eyes crinkles as he looked up at me while I was still laughing hysterically.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t stop myself”

He started giggling along with me.

“that was mean”

He whined a little at the end.

“I’m sorry that was mean, but at least you won’t forget it”

She smiled sweetly at me this time and I smiled back. I really liked this guy; he had an amazing aura that made me just want to smile. But he didn’t have any uniform on so I guess I wouldn’t see him at school.

“you don’t have a uniform on, do you not go to school?”

“I do, but not a lot, only occasionally since in busy working”

“omg you have a job! But you’re only 15!”

He giggled at my dramatic arm movements.

“It’s okay, it’s what I want to do”

As he said this he stopped moving and changed positions to the left side of me, this time facing me. His eyes though still avoided mine.

“This is where I work”

I looked up to the building seeing a big sign that read ‘BIGHIT’…. what’s that

“I’ve got to go; I’ll see you later?”

“yeah sure, of course, bye bye!”

I waved back at him as I started walking forward towards school.

“Wait!” he suddenly yelled “What’s your name?”

I didn’t even realise I didn’t ask for his name or told mine.

“I’m Y/N”

He smiled again

“I’m Jungkook”

We smiled once more and waved a little awkwardly before turning and walking our separate ways.

He was really nice; I hope I see him again…. I can’t believe he doesn’t have to go to school... UNFAIR!!

Oh wait... what time is it? ....oh no…I’M LATE!!

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Please.... be my bestfriend

Chapter 1: New days

If I had one wish, I'd go back and live life all again. Although this time I'd choose where id go and who I'd love.

Since I was a child I loved south korea and dreamt that one day id have the opportunity to live there. Everything captivated me, the music, the cuisine. But I think what really drew me in truly was their attitude towards plastic surgery. You see, as a baby i was born with a birthmark, a port wine stain birthmark right across my lips and left ear. Growing up in the uk, it isn't the norm to have gone through 2 surgeries by the age of 14 to get them removed. Plus the bullying definitely didn’t help. But by 15 i had had enough, i wanted to go somewhere where i felt i belonged and wouldnt be ridiculed for the issues i had with my self-image. So with alot of Korean practice and alot of persisting to my mother...i was on my way to korea.

“please be good to your host family, they're letting you into their home so make sure to be clean!”

“yes mum, i know, i will”

“make sure to text us on the plane and when you get off and when your coach comes and...”

“mum, i will, everythings gunna be great. I know it”

“i know, but its a different country and you know how i worry”

And she does worry, alot...too much for her own good. I'd know id miss them but this is truly what i wanted to do. I could tell my dad was getting nervous for me, but never said too much to me that day. I think he knew that if he spoke, his voice may crack, so he kept it to hard short sentences..

“right honey, lets let her go”

“okay okay, be good, love you so much, be safe”

“i will love you too”

And like that, i was gone.

Honestly i LOVE travel. I dont know where it started or why, but i loved the idea od sitting on a plane for hours by myself. I think it has something to do with music and finding just that right mixture of joy and meditation. I slept most of the way there, knowing that when i arrived it would probably be almost 5 in the morning and id have school a few hours later.

By the time i landed in korea i was shaking, not only because it was extremely cold, but because i was so scared. I wished to have good friends here. That maybe being here was where i was meant to be.

On the couch the landscape was incredible, to be honest it wasnt alot different from where i lived. But sooner we travelled further into the city of seoul, the scenery changed and as well so did the pace of my heartbeat.

I was dropped off at a small building complex with my bags. Not more than 6 flats where in this building and all not looking too big. My host family were at number 3, so i plucked up my tired feet and all the confidence i had left in order to greet my new roomates with a bright smile.

“hello, im y/n. Its a pleasure to meet you”

“ah finally, yes, nice to meet you. Come in”

Okay...od but whatever. We wont judge her tone too harshly. Maybe she's tired, i means its only 7am.

“thankyou so much for letting me stay in your home this year”

“yes okay, here you are. Breakfast is in the top shelf. Dinner is at 8. Curfew 9.”

Idk why she said the fist part in English but okay....she opened a door just next to the front door, turned on the light and walked away.

Well...okay then. The room was..not huge...well it wasnt really medium either. It was quite small. Kinda like a bike closet. But whatever, it will do for this year. I don't take up much space. Plus, I'll be cleaner if the rooms smaller. Though...the bike and rack of coats crowding the space wasnt really helpful. But at least the window was pretty. There was a little withered What i think was a rhododendron. ..But i might be wrong.

“dont worry little fella, we’re gunna grow nice and strong”

I couldnt really eat i was so scared for school. I had to pick up my uniform there so i figured it wouldnt hurt to be early. The school was about a 40 minute walk but i kinda enjoyed it...again..i like travel. By the time i got there, the gates were open. No one was around so i guess that was a good thing that i wasnt sticking out too much. I had an idea of where the front office was due to prior phone calls with some of the staff who were eager for me to arrive. One of these teachers was miss. Joun. She was very excited about me coming over and having a foreign exchange student from the uk. I guess i was the first British person they've had in a while?

It wasnt long before i met her in person, her smile was infectious and exactly what i imagined it to be. He helped me with my uniform and personally dropped me to my first class of the day.

Not too much happened in class, everyone welcomed me nicely and cheered for me but after that it seemed really hard to talk to someone. My anxiety was getting the best of me and i knew i had to be confident and at least attempt some talk. But the words just didnt come out. Lunch rolled around fast, but that wasnt really that much fun either. I didnt really sit with anyone and i was shaking like a mad man..so that wasnt helping. I kept hearing the word “pig”. I knew i wasnt as skinny as alot of the other girls im the school..but it was only because of the puppy fat. I dont know, maybe i was a little chubby. Ive never really thought about it too much before.

School seemed to move slower after that and i was actually feeling a little relieved to be walking home again. Though i found a little bench outside a park on my way back and decided to do a little extra korean before i got back. Maybe id try to make my new host family laugh or want to spend time with me. I dont know.

By 8 i was starving. The house was empty when i got home so i resided in my room till i had the confidence to venture out for food. I was half hoping someone would knock and call me sweetly . But alas nothing. When i reached the kitchen they were all there cleaning up their plates. I kinda felt like crying. But then again i couldnt blame them. I was knew here, i didnt know their schedule.

“hello, good afternoon”

“heres dinner”

The wife had but down a small plate infront of me with what looked like a few overdone kimchi pancakes and an apple. Not gunna lie i was kinda confused. But thanked her none the less. This was my fist encounter with the husband.

“hello, its nice to meet you, i’m y/n”

“hello, lin-ah i want a beer”

Well..okay . And just like that they both left me to watch the tv. Their son was still at the table studying. So i tried not to disturb him with my eating. Wwhen i was done i wasnt sure what to do with the plate.

“excuse me, what should i do”

“what are you saying, clean it”

Okay kinda rude. But sure. I did just that.

I went back to my room quicker than i thought was possible. I kinda just wanted to sleep. Today wasn't the best, but hey, it was a big one, an important one. It didnt have to be good by other people. You made it here. And that's all that mattered.

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My cute school stuff

This is the pencil case.

This is all it holds rn

These are white out bottles

The little macarons and ombre cubes are erasers, and the ombre sticks are pencils. The pink and blue ones with lil bubble tea charms are pens. The Band-Aids are sticky notes. The flat figurines of the loch Ness monster, shark, and lamp, along with the lil plants are book marks. And the lil birds are sticky book marks. The giant pill is also a pen.

And of course, stickers! I got all of this off of Wish.

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This took me for a Rideeee. Cant find the hidden naughty joke though...

Blue Side - Chapter IX

This is a fucking ride. My favorite part yet.

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pairing; Hybrid!BTS x Reader, Platonic!Jackson Wang x Reader, Jackson Wang x Im Jaebum; Features: Mark Tuan, Bambam, Kim Yugyeom, Choi Youngjae, Park Jinyoung 

genre; hybrid bts, poly bts, fluff, a bit of angst

word count; 7676

disclaimers; fighting (physical, verbal), a sexual innuendo (u have to squint but I thought it was funny), fainting/knocked out, blood, an indirect mention of sex trafficking; (let me know if something needs to be added)

Winters in Seoul were lots of things. Enjoyable was not one of them.

Namjoon walked quickly, not wanting to be in the cold any longer than he had to. It’s not like where he was going was far anyway.

Pulling the coat tighter around his body, he stopped in his tracks.

It smelt like Y/N, yeah, but it also smelt like that damn rabbit.

Growling lowly, Namjoon tossed his head to the side, cursing internally.

‘Great,’ he thought, ‘I’m waist deep in shit, now I get to deal with this?’

Regardless of his feelings, discarding the jacket would be calling upon death to take him, so he bucked up and continued on.

It was cold when Y/N woke up. Colder than usual.

She reached out groping the sheets, trying to find Namjoon.

When she couldn’t even find a trace of body heat, she shot up.

‘Maybe he went to sleep with the others,’ Y/N thought, padding out of her room a few steps down the hall.

Why he would do that, she didn’t know, but he generally did a lot of weird things.

Gently opening the door, she peeked into the other bedroom.

All three hybrids were smashed onto the bed, Jimin sandwiched in the middle.

Hoseok had his arms wound tightly around Jimin, Jin somehow holding both of them in his arms.

Y/N smiled at the sight, and closed the door, not wanting to wake them.

Jinyoung had sent Y/N a text while she was sleeping, informing her she didn’t need to come into work that day.

‘He’s probably still mad,’ Y/N locked her phone, chucking it onto her bed.

With nothing more to do than wait for the boys to wake up, Y/N figured she’d call Jackson.

Maybe Namjoon went to the shelter.

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Blue Side - Chapter VIII

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I’m hoping to be able to start getting this out weekly instead of biweekly. I was bad and slacked off of my online work so I had to play catch up! I can say Chapter 9 is gonna be a good one so keep your eyes out next Friday!

pairing; Hybrid!BTS x Reader, Platonic!Jackson Wang x Reader, Jackson Wang x Im Jaebum; Features: Mark Tuan, Bambam, Kim Yugyeom, Choi Youngjae, Park Jinyoung 

genre; hybrid bts, poly bts, fluff, a bit of angst

word count; 6522

disclaimers; none I don’t think. a bit of arguing, there’s cuddling/physical contact

I  II  III  IV  V  VI  VII 

Y/N woke up and felt like she had entered hell. It was insanely hot considering winter was here.

When she’d realized where she was everything had made sense. Both Jungkook and Taehyung were like heaters. How they managed to share a bed, she’d never understand, but it made winters easy. They’d also saved loads on the heating bill.

Jungkook’s strong arms were wrapped around her middle, making any movement nearly impossible. Taehyung lay on her otherside, one arm outstretched above his head, the other one resting next to Y/N’s where their hands were intertwined.

She remained in bed between her boys, relishing in the overwhelming warmth that came from their bodies.

It wasn’t long before her phone was blaring with it’s usual alarm. That meant it was seven in the morning.

Y/N didn’t want to get up. It’s been a long time since she was nestled between her boys like this, but that was when things were easier.

Things hadn’t been easy for a while.

Somehow, she managed to remove herself from Jungkook’s hold, and she reached over and shook Taehyung’s shoulder, knowing he’d be easier to wake than Jungkook. He was the heaviest sleeper out of all of them.

It took a few tries but eventually Tae peeled his eyes open.

“I gotta go, bub.’’ She whispered, running her fingers through his hair.

“No.’’ He grumbled, wrapping his arms around her middle in a similar fashion to Jungkook.

“I have to go to work, Tae.’’ Y/N sat up.

Her best bet would be to try to roll over him because there was no way she could overpower him.

“Why?’’ He whined, grip as hard as steel, just as she had predicted.

While Y/N continued to struggle against  Taehyung’s grasp, he’d somehow managed to shift her body so she was straddling his waist.

“Just stay.’’ Taehyung suggested, grabbing ahold of both of her hands before lacing his fingers with her own.

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