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sweetestofchaos · 2 years
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Y/N is an American music artist and things get serious with Seokjin ♫ Part 9 ♫ 2k
SFW // Interracial Relationship // Strangers to Lovers // Cursing // Heavy Kissing // Suggestive Actions // Ass Grabbing // Grinding // Alcohol // SOL // Fluff // Part 8 // Part 10​​​​
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​ᴳⁱᶠ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳ‧ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ
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a/n: Bolded text means that Y/N is speaking Korean and butterfly divider made by @benkeibear​
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Y/N and Taehyung are currently trending on Twitter thanks to Yoongi finally uploading the two of them singing along to Nive’s Like A Fool. Army and Steller alike are asking for a collab between the two while others are begging for Summer Gravity to do songs with each member of BTS. Y/N thinks it’s sweet and to add more fuel to the fire, she uploads a few of her pictures from her outing with Yoongi, Namjoon, and Seokjin the day after on Instagram. She laughs to herself while she jogs on a treadmill, watching as Twitter goes insane. Y/N’s phone vibrates and lights up with a picture of Seokjin and herself wearing matching hoodies on the screen. Tapping the green call button, Y/N answers the phone with a smile on her face.
“You’re on break early.”
“I had to use the bathroom and thought I would check in on you.”
“You thought of me while taking a-”
“Yah!” Seokjin quickly interrupts Y/N, and she laughs knowing that Seokjin’s ears are bright red.
“How’s practice going?” Y/N giggles as she slowly brings herself to a slow stop on the treadmill.
“They’ve changed up the choreo a little to one of the songs, but it’s okay. I just want to take a nap.”
“That old age is catching up to you huh?”
“Who says I’m old?” Y/N laughs and steps down from the treadmill, grabbing her water bottle before she heads over to the weight machines. “Anyway, did you want to join us for lunch today?”
“What time are you taking a break? I have a nail appointment at twelve.”
“I think they wanted to break around one thirty…maybe two.”
“I don’t think I make it in time, and I don’t want the guys to wait on me. I know how hard you all work.”
“Awe,” Seokjin’s voice is pouty and Y/N smiles. “I wanted to show off a little bit.”
“There will be another time for you to show off, Jinie.”
“I guess,” Seokjin sighs and clears his throat, “they are calling me back in. I’ll call you on another break, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Yeah, I…yeah talk soon.” Seokjin quickly hangs up and Y/N chews on her lower lip. Was Seokjin going to say he loves her? Y/N’s heart flutters at the thought but she quickly pushes the feelings down. Now is not the time to get distracted. She needs to focus on her gains and right now, those weights are calling her name.
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A week has gone by, and Y/N has hardly had the chance to see Seokjin since he’s been so busy with his schedule. Tonight, Seokjin is coming over to spend the night since he has tomorrow off, and Y/N has butterflies in her stomach. She’s missed Seokjin and tonight she thought it would be nice to have a date night indoors. Y/N has set up her living room with candle lights, a large blanket neatly thrown on the floor and tons of pillows too. She knew that Seokjin had a rough day, so she ordered sushi, Korean beef, and a slew of sides from one of the places near her. She even stopped at the store to buy whine and a few snacks. In the bedroom upstairs, her bed is set up to host a mini movie night with popcorn, candies, and more whine. Small electric tealight candles frame the floor around her bed to create a soft romantic glow.
Honestly, Y/N is extremely nervus, she’s never done this much for her last two relationships…she didn’t feel what she feels for Seokjin with the others. Looking down at her outfit, Y/N chews on her bottom lip. It’s nothing fancy, she knows that Seokjin will be dressed down since he ended his day with dance practice. Dressed in a black crop top and black flowy pants, Y/N thinks she looks okay. Her bright orange toes peek out each time she walks, and it makes her smile at the random burst of color. Triple checking everything, Y/N glances down at her phone when it chimes. Reading over the text from Seokjin, Y/N smiles. Even though he’s tired, he still wants to know if Y/N needs anything from the store while he’s out.
Letting Seokjin know that she doesn’t need anything, Y/N asks how far out Seokjin is and her eyes widen. He’s ten minutes out! Shoving her phone into her pocket, Y/N starts to set up the food in the living room, making sure everything looks perfect. Smoothing a hand down her black and pale yellow ombre body weave, Y/N jumps when there’s a knock at her door. Taking one last quick look around, Y/N shuffles over to the door and looks through the peep hole just to be sure that it’s Seokjin. Seeing nothing but a black shirt, Y/n rolls her eyes, Seokjin always stands too close to the door. Laughing to herself, Y/n unlocks the front door and opens it with a smile on her face.
“Hey, angel.” Seokjin easily sweeps Y/N off her feet and steps into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind himself. “I’ve missed you.” Seokjin mummers before he presses his lips against Y/n’s. Y/N sighs into the kiss and Seokjin presses her against the wall, deepening the kiss as his hands squeeze her hips. “You smell nice.” Seokjin trails a wet path down the side of Y/N’s neck, nipping at the flesh teasingly as he inhales deeply. “You change your perfume, I like it.”
Y/N threads her fingers through Seokjin’s hair and tugs his face away from her neck. “It’s not a scent I wear very often. Only on special occasions.” Y/n admits and Seokjin’s brows furrow. Special occasion? Seokjin’s palms start to sweat, and Y/N is quick to stop his downwards spiral into despair. “You didn’t forget anything,” Y/N is quick to reassure Seokjin as she stares into his dark eyes. She smiles softly, shyly as she lets her hands fall to Seokjin’s shoulders. “Being with you is the special occasion.”
Seokjin’s ears turn bright red, and his neck gets splotchy as Y/n’s words echo in his mind. “When did you get so smooth, hum?” Seokjin teases softly and Y/N shrugs her shoulders making Seokjin laugh.
“Come on, before the food gets cold…or room temp.”
Seokjin steps away from Y/N and allows her to lead him to the living room. Seeing the set up on the floor, Seokjin grins and wraps his arms around Y/N’s waist, pulling her tightly into his chest. Resting his chin on her shoulder, Seokjin kisses her cheek. “If I didn’t know any better I would you were trying to get in my pants.”
“Boy, shut up!” Y/N laugh and wiggles out of Seokjin’s hold. “Come sit and eat. I know you’re hungry.” Seokjin sits across from Y/N on the floor and looks at all the yummy food. “Dig in.” Seokjin grabs a set of chop sticks and picks up a slice of gimpa. He pops the whole thing in his mouth and moans making Y/N smile as she eats a piece of sushi.
“This is really good.”
"Right! I finally found a place that isn’t ass.”
The two eat together and joke around, sharing stories from their day and catching up on little things that they missed through the week. Seokjin complains about his shoulders being sore from having to dance so much and Y/N knows that he’s just being dramatic, which she doesn’t mind. Gathering up the leftover food, Seokjin and Y/N put everything away while choosing to leave the dishes in the sink to soak until tomorrow. As Y/N heads up to her room, Seokjin doubles checks that the front door is locked before he heads up.
Seokjin freezes in the doorway when he sees the tealights on the floor surrounding the bed. He raises an eyebrow at Y/N who is standing at the foot of the bed with two flutes of wine in her hands. “Are you trying to get me drunk, angel?”
Shaking her head, Y/N holds a glass out towards Seokjin, and he walks into the room smirking. “You’ve really pulled out all the stops tonight, huh?” Seokjin takes the glass from Y/N before he wraps his free hand around her waist, pulling her close. “A toast.”
“For?” Y/N licks her lips and it’s a motion that Seokjin doesn’t miss.
“To the wonderful night that you have given me and to the many more that are to come.” Seokjin tangles their arm together and smiles down at Y/N. “Naega kkumkkudeon yeojayeyo.” Seokjin winks and Y/N can feel the blood on her face burn.
Clearing her throat, Y/N thinks over the phrase that she’s been practicing all day. As much as she can understand Korean, she isn’t the best at speaking it. Taking a breath, Y/N clears her throat once again, “I’m crazy about you.” Her voice is soft and clear as she speaks slowly, and Seokjin’s knees nearly give out. “I’m yours.” Their relationship has been a mix of English and Korean. Most of the time, Seokjin will speak in Korean, and Y/N will respond in broken Korean. Hearing her speak so smoothly in his native tongue is doing things that Seokjin didn’t think would ever happen.
“Forget about the wine.” Seokjin is quick to set the glasses on the dresser and he pulls Y/N into his arms. Leaning down, Seokjin crashes his lips into hers, the kiss is wild and needy. Passionate and burning as Seokjin walks Y/N back to the bed, his knees hitting the edge of the mattress. Placing his hands on Y/N’s waist, Seokjin sits down and pulls Y/N into his lap, her legs on either side of him. “Say it again,” Seokjin whispers softly against Y/N’s lips.
“I’m crazy about you.”
Seokjin groans and slides his hands to Y/N’s ass squeezing tightly as he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth. “Again.” Seokjin releases Y/N’s lip and trails his mouth down the side of her neck. Y/N inhales a shaky breath as she holds onto Seokjin’s shoulders tightly. She mind is a jumble of so many thoughts and feelings. Her body is alive, every nerve ending screaming for Seokjin’s touch. “Again…please.” Seokjin’s voice is rough as he begs, and Y/N is more than willing to give him anything that he asks for.
“I’m yours…Jinnie.”
Y/N pulls Seokjin’s face away from her neck and stares into his eyes that are wide, his pupils nearly double in size. She can feel how hard he has become underneath her, and she would be lying if she said it didn’t turn her on. Seokjin’s slides a hand up Y/N’s back and grips the back of her neck lightly while his other hand kneads the plumpness of her ass. Seokjin pulls her in and rest his forehead against Y/N’s.
“I want you, Y/N…I want you so fucking badly.” Y/N’s lip’s part and Seokjin shakes his head. “No. Not tonight. W-we’ve been drinking a-and-” Seokjin groans when Y/N starts shift slightly in his lap and he quickly holds her down. “Stop.” Seokjin warns and Y/N whines a pout making her bottom lip so very tempting. Flicking his tongue out, Seokjin trances Y/N’s bottom lip and Y/N sighs into the messy kiss. Seokjin forces himself to pull away and closes his eyes, “Get in bed and pick a movie.” Seokjin’s words are strand and he pecks Y/N’s lips two more times before he removes her from his lap and sets her on the bed. “I’ll be back shortly.” Seokjin hurries out the room jogs down the steps, nearly sprinting to the ensuite to take care of the issue between his legs.
Upstairs, Y/N ignores the heavy feeling in her heart. She knows that Seokjin is right, the two of them had had a lot to drink and their first time together should be while sober, but it still hurts. Picking herself up from the bed, Y/N starts to turn off the tealights and set them all on the nightstand. She looks at the wine and frowns. No more drinking for the night. Clearing off the bed, Y/N sets the basket of treats on the floor and crawls under the sheets. She scrolls through Netflix to find something to watch and settles on BBC’s Merlin, a show that she has watched more than a dozen times. It’s her comfort show, and she knows that it will be something that Seokjin can get into…whenever he comes to bed.
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fayeelikefairie · 7 months
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♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ゚.The start of brightst☆r,episode 6:♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ゚
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:
"Maybe hope does work.."
01:57 ━━━━●───── 02:55
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ♡
Tw:Insecurities,not eating,mentions of harmful behavior,Mentions of cigarettes and smoking,mental health
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"I know it'll take a bit to get,please excuse her,she's just excited," Luka grabbed a cheesecake that was pre-cut "cake?" Rei,Sora,and ami nodded. Sora raised an eyebrow "Akira,you gonna eat? Didn't see you have lunch." She said,taking her plate of cheesecake. "From what I've seen watching you,you really haven't been eating much,that's also pretty obvious you are look wise!" Luka said,Akira tensed up,trying to think. "Uh... I'm just not hungry.." she made up it was obviously a lie with the way she was eyeing Everyone's cheesecake slices.
"Mhm,she'd like one." Sora said,"thank you Luka and Miku.." Ami said softly,having calmed down,she took a bite of Cheesecake. It tasted better then anything the group has had "It's not healthy to not eat,Akii! It can get you sickkk!" Miku said,getting her some other snack "you look like you haven't eaten all dayyy!" She pouted "here,it's Lin and Rins stash but.. I'll let you have it!" She laughed,Akira nodded akwardly,her body still tense. She didn't expect that Sora was so observant,nor did she expect her to care. She took the plate with Cheesecake,sitting it infront of her "thank you Sora...thanks Luka.." she spoke. "Your welcome,Akira. Now eat it,...just atleast one bite please.." Sora said,Akira felt something inside her change,like the annoyance turned to suprise. She took a bite of it,smiling,it was so good,she was so hungry.. her stomach hurt so bad.
♫₊˚⋆。♪₊°♬˚.⁺ Lins voice was heard,a robotic yawn "bet I'll get to the singers before you!" He told Rin with a smile,Rin rolled her eyes "yeah right,!" Then their running was heard. Rin sat down in her previously empty chair "haha,beat ya!!" She pointed at Lin,who had a blush of embarrassment "ugh... anyway,were so happy your finally here,sorry we were taking a nap!.." he said,fixing his magical boy looking clothing,who knew ruffled pants were a think. "That's an.. interesting fashion choice.." Akira said "it looks good though!" Lin nodded "thank you,thank you,I assume Lukas explained all you needed to know?" The group shook their head "not really..." Luka sighed "sorry for that,I had to make sure Miku stayed calm,you know how she is,Lin" Lin nodded with a laugh "yeah,don't worry about it,I'll explain all I can," Miku crossed her arms "what's what you said supposed to mean?" She had a childish frown on her face. Sora laughed,she enjoyed it so much here,Lin and Luka just shrugged "don't know,what is it supposed to mean?"
They teased. Akira felt herself smile,their dynamic felt like the tutor groups in a way."Whats the first question you have?" Lin looked at the girls agian, Ami raised her hand "no need to raise your hand,Just ask!.." Lin said,Ami blushed red,"uh.. what's the Untitled song about?" The blonde- er yellow haired vocaloid replied " That will be a song all of you create with your feelings. It'll happen were all hoping it does,we believe in all of you!" He smiled. "Ohhh okay.." Akira mumbled to herself, taking a bite of cheesecake not thinking. "What time is it?.. uh.. I have to be home at a certain time.." Rei said,her voice hearable to everyone,the cheesecake slice already gone. "It is.. 5:27!" The groups heart sank. "Already!?.. I didn't even.." Ami paniced,Sora spoke up "hey,hey,Ami calm the fuck down,we can call if we need to,it's not a big deal,don't freak okay," Ami nodded,taking a deep breath. "Do you have to go already?" Miku had a pout yet agian. "Will you come back soon? Well miss youuu a lott,I'll wish you all the best! Have sweet and candy filled magic dreamsss!"
Everyone couldn't help but smile at the childish mikus bye,and small Exaggerated wave. Sora felt herself growing found of miku already,Akira found her like a little sister,comforting,Rei liked her because she had some life,nothing like her. Ami felt like she would brighten the group up. They pop out and their back in the library,everyone grabbed their stuff. Everyone was talking,besides Akira who had already left. "I'm gonna talk to Akira tonight,she's acting weird." Sora said,hoping she could get Akira to open up. "Okay... if that doesn't work message me.. I just wanna know she's alright mentally,emotionally,and physically.." Ami sounded so nervous, "yeah,will do. You good Rei?" The blonde looked at Rei,Rei nodded "yep." She had a soft smile,.. "and... its 5:30,we can go now.. on monday,have a great friday!.." Ami got scared as she spoke,opening the library door,and they left.
Sora was still thinking about everyone and how they seemed not okay. Even she wasn't okay herself,..but she wanted to help them all she could she was determined to.
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infinitycircuit · 2 years
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smart race || iustise || mm trial || re: mmeat reveal and other stuff, i ended up making a timeline sorry
It was something he learned from the drama club-- from his upperclassmen, before they graduated and left.
Everyone has a nervous tic, no doubt about it. Whether it be shaking their leg. tapping their foot, readjusting their glasses...
Or something subtle like clearing your throat, looking away, picking the dirt under your nails...
If you want to be a good actor, you have to hide these habits. When you're upstage, make everyone believe you're confident that you're someone else.
They had a whole exercise about it and everything, where club members each had a turn performing a subtle sort of fidget that everyone had to notice, point out, and guess what the habit was. 
Ever since, Katashi had been attentive to stuff like this. He'd pay more attention to someone's mannerisms before their character, and it was able to get him far. It helped him pinpoint who was lying, who was anxious, who was scared-- after the exercise, his memory would point out that Nico would always run his fingers over his nose, as if trying to feel his freckles. That Takuma would always push his glasses up, even when they hadn't even slid down.
Now, Atsushi would always play with his sleeves or pick at the tattoo on his wrist. Toshi would always be running her fingers across the many textures of her dress, something she won't be able to do if she wore pants. Akaji would always bring his hand to his neck, scratching it, presumably even if there wasn't an itch. Mugen always held his own arm, or he'd be picking at his nails or fingers-- a habit to break a worse one of chewing on them instead.
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Katashi barely reacted to the reveal, aside from fawning over how handsome Mugen looked when he went off. Something else he learned from drama club was that people like this-- those who act big and dramatic-- relish uproarious attention (how could he not notice when he was like that himself?) and-- ah, what was it? Don't feed the trolls? That was probably useful information here, too. But while he refused to provide the eye-looking head-turning acknowledgement that he assumed the mastermind wanted...
There was no need for theatrics. Katashi was paying attention in other ways, starting the moment he heard a voice waver ever so slightly.
He misses the extremely minute details naturally, he was only human, but he sees it. Looking away. Crossing and uncrossing legs. Playing with hands and nails. The self interruption. They were getting somewhere, and it makes him smirk.
God was afraid of idols because he was just as weak as humanity.
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"My myyyyy, Tsai... You suddenly look awwwwfully nervous after your whole big bad reveal," he pipes up nonchalantly, his tone deadpan but still dragging his words long enough to be considered mockery. "But that's probably because you said it yourself, right? We're getting painfully closer to the reason of it all. Aurora and Nakahara must have struck a nerve somewhere. Don't tell me you feel bad-- for someone who proclaimed to be the best actor, you sure are being obvious about hiding behind whatever... meme shit you're doing all the time."
His grin grows wider, a finger to his cheek as he spoke.
"But anyway, you said you died, right? We had a memory brought back to us: the lab accident that Mamizuka mentioned. Huge fire and everything, and someone was missing. Was that you? Did you die in that fire, or cause it, or what? You said something about going back in time to avoid every since bad thing that's happened to you the moment you stepped in highschool, so I'm assuming your life must have been shit starting then. And speaking of that fire..."
And Katashi, who had nervous tics of his own, had learned to hide them long time ago. An unwavering speaking voice, an unmoving body, but just out of view... he was squeezing the hand of his loved one.
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"Something about some Yoshioka Experiment and actors running away... ugh. Okay. It's all getting muddled. Let's get this shit out of the way in order if you're gonna stand around and be useless like always:
oh no is he going to try and make a timeline nononnoono stop
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"You majorly fucked up, which resulted in you inventing time travel, so you can prevent every shitty thing that's happened to you from teenhood to adulthood. And in your little quest, you ended up failing before or after our memories were wiped, but yours was temporary. Maybe we were all put in that field in order to be memory-wiped. Then, your older self died you said, and I'm assuming it was from mistakes you made or from the first attempt at time travel, but we're still in the dark whether or not you were able to send your present conscience to that Tsai, to which he ended up dying in the past. Which I think is where you fucked up, being jealous of your past self reaping the benefits because you just have to be so fucking complicated.
Anyway, I'm assuming that your first note must be the past you who died, and the second note where you mention the Yoshioka experiment is the present you. You went back, you fucked up, Akaji went missing, then you died. Now you're here. The illegible writing on one of your notes must be Akaji, since his fate was and still is pretty fucking awful, but you were the only one who remembered him. I feel like the fire must be relevant somewhere here."
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"Your memory wipe was temporary because past you trusted you to fix what you broke, so you can reach your goal without accidentally deleting someone, but because you already fucked up once, it brought in an unexpected variable-- an obstruction-- in your plans: missing students.
Whenever someone goes missing, they're the one who starts the killing game to make everyone remember them-- something that I assume isn't a part of your fixing-what-you-broke plans. Because, ah, yes-- Your goal is to finish what you set out to do without creating a missing student, since that flowchart showed that should no one be deleted, it ends in a checkmark, but in instances where you have deleted someone, it splits into 20 different branches-- 20 different people trying to unsure they stay tangible in this world. Is this correct?"
He breaks in his timeline to breath, and for a second he wonders if he's hitting any bullseyes before he shakes his head. There was no time to check his work, especially with something as confusing as time travel... Although Lindsay is giving off the impression that they could be here for long, boring, uneventful hours if they don't solve this on their own, Katashi believed that they were running out of time.
"I mean, with how complicated it got so fast, it must be. Looks like not even the inventor of time travel knows how to properly use it, so it's even too complex for you, huuuh~"
Even as a victim to this game, he's still insufferable, looking down condescendingly at Lindsay Tsai so long as he was shorter than him. Sure, people can be smart, but Katashi believes that smart people can still use their intelligence for dumb things, and he believed this was the case here. None of this never would have happened if time travel was created in the first place.
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"But I digress-- now, you said something about candidate success. Why was candidate success recorded if these killing games aren't a part of your shitty little fix-it plan, and what defines a win in the first place? You said in response to Mamizuka asking how we could fix this, and you brought this up, meaning it has something to do with it. Something about this must has something to do with ending the time loop. But... I thought your goal was to prevent a missing student so you can... shit, I don't know, end the loop and fix your problems. So why do the success rates of the timelines matter now?
We can't exactly write down the correct answers for a test we were never given the chance to study for. And we're going to be here all fucking day if you don't give us the answer, so..."
Katashi lets go of Mugen's hand, and he starts cracking his knuckles, along with neck.
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"You better fucking spit it out, because while you may have achieved a lot including time travel, I'm sure you can't achieve catching these fucking hands when I beat the shit out of you--"
omg just like in that timeline where mugen got executed
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