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waveypedia · 3 years

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Rymin Week Day 2: Love Song

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tw for a small amount of implied homophobia and miscommunication

As the late afternoon sun pours in through the van’s windows, Ryan scribbles frantically on the piece of paper spread on the dashboard in front of him.

He’s crouched on the driver’s seat, the heels of his feet digging into the back of the chair. It’s not the most comfortable position, but after a long day of driving, Ryan can’t stand to stay sitting like he was the whole day. Besides, he needs to focus on the task at hand. On the paper, so innocuous and unassuming, that consumes his waking thoughts.

It’s creased and crumpled from days of hiding it away as fast as possible whenever Min comes in the vicinity (which is often, given how small the van is). But now that Min is away, out fetching his and Ryan’s dinners, the paper lays pressed open painstakingly.

I’ll rewrite it to look nice once I’m done, Ryan promises himself. Min will like it better that way.

That begs the terrifying question of whether Min will like it at all.

Ryan drags a hand through his messy hair, tugging on the ends. It’s growing out much more smoothly since Min started trimming it every month or so. Ryan pretends to complain that it ruins his rough-and-rugged rockstar look. But in truth he’d sacrifice much more to keep those nights where Min sits behind him, so close Ryan can feel Min’s breath on his neck. Ryan can’t lose the nights where Min cards his hands through Ryan’s hair oh-so-gently. He can’t lose the nights where Min holds his hair like he’s holding something valuable, instead of strands of hair his family members would disapprove of in length, rife in split ends. Ryan revels in the closeness, the domesticity, of it all far more than he should.

Ryan takes a deep breath and shakes himself out of it. Now is not the time to zone off, to find himself lost in his daydreams of Min (though heaven knows he’s good at getting off track - his parents had been sure he knew). Back to the task at hand.

Ryan picks up the pen he’d subconsciously lost when he started dreaming of Min (again). He twirls it. He caps and uncaps it. He taps it against the wheel.

Nothing new comes to mind. Of course.

Ryan’s never had this much trouble with songwriting before! As he’s famously said before (read: Min constantly teases him about), “You just gotta make it rhyme.” Out of the duo, he’s always been the songwriter of the two, although, like in every aspect of the band, they do their best work when they’re collaborating contributing equally. Hell, he’s been writing songs since he was five. (Whether the lyrics consisted of simply “I’m gonna dress my dog in a toque / I’m gonna dress my cat in a toque” is irrelevant.) Regardless of how nonsensical and wacky his lyrics can be at times, Ryan Akagi is an experienced songwriter with a touring band playing songs he composed for small to medium venues. Writing one single song should not be this hard.

Except he knows exactly why this particular song comes so difficult. While Ryan would never dream of putting anything less than his all into all of the music he writes for Chicken Choice Judy or even just Gage, he’s never held them to the same literary standard. Ryan’s performative music is wild and free, just like himself. It’s his way of expressing himself, of quite literally putting everything he has out into the world and letting it run free.

While Ryan and Min have both been consciously working to reach a middle ground since they got off the train, Min has always been the more reserved of the two. Ryan knows he can’t give Min the same unrestrained beauty in chaos he puts into his band. If Min’s been trying not to limit himself as much, Ryan can compromise. This is his way of not letting himself go so far he’ll leave Min in the dust.

This song is all about being honest with Min, after all. Miscommunication has always been their greatest enemy, and Ryan is loath to fall into the same trap yet again. Past issues aside, Min just… deserves to know. It’s too big of a secret to keep to himself. Ryan is many things but he isn’t a secret-keeper. Not when it comes to big issues.

He just needs to tell Min. It doesn’t matter how it’s received. He just needs to let him know.

It doesn’t matter.

Ryan lets out a frustrated groan, dropping the pen again to tug at his hair. If it’s not already messy, it’ll be positively cluttered by the time he’s finished. His mother would have a field day if she saw him like this.

The door handle jiggles.

Ryan’s head snaps up. He’d been completely caught up in writing (or more accurately, thinking about writing) he hadn’t noticed Min walking back to the car.

Through the window, Min waves sheepishly and holds up a bag of food. Ryan leans over the second seat to let him in.

Min slides inside and sets the bag in the space between the two seats. “Sorry about that,” he says, scratching bashfully at his beck with his free hand. “I forgot my keys.”

Ryan smiles mechanically, waving him off, and shoves the paper into the pocket of his leather jacket. At this rate it’ll be creased beyond recognition by the time he’s finished, even by his own standards. “It’s fine. I do that all the time.”

He will definitely need to rewrite it in a nicer script when he’s done.

(That is to say, if he ever feels confident enough in his work to call it done. Ryan’s sister had called Min a “perfectionist” once, citing his need to keep working on their school projects right up until the deadline because he never felt satisfied. Ryan didn’t understand the sentiment until now.)

Min gives him a curious glance, but says nothing otherwise. He’s likely written it off as just one of Ryan’s quirks. “Yeah, well.” He unhooks his keys, complete with the Dumpy keychain from his days before the train, from the dashboard and tucks them safely in his pocket. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Ryan frowns at him. “Min, it’s fine. I know it’s not something you usually do, but everyone messes up sometimes.”

“Yeah.” Min digs around in the bag for their meals, avoiding his gaze. “Right.”

“Are you okay?” Ryan asks, slightly worried. For a minute, all thoughts of the paper burning a hole in his pocket are forgotten in lieu of caring for his best friend. “You’re acting weird, man.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Min slips his hand into his pocket, but pulls it back out empty-handed after a minute. Odd.

They eat in silence for a couple minutes. Without the distraction of talking to Min or worrying about Min (although he’s doing plenty of that, don’t worry), Ryan is right back to worrying about his love song.

Well, it’s a good thing Min seems so nervous tonight. Unless he asks outright, Ryan has an excuse not to give him the love song tonight. He won’t add stress to… whatever has Min so worried (and Ryan, by extension).

“So…” Min fists his hands in the fabric of his shorts as if he’s nervous, except that can’t be right, because he has no cause to be nervous. Ryan is the nervous one here, obviously. Except it’s not obvious, because Min can’t know.

Min glances at Ryan, biting his lower lip. “Have you written any new songs lately?”

Ryan chokes and fumbles with his food, nearly spilling it. He knows. He knows. He knows. How could he possibly know?!

Well. It looks like he asked outright after all. Only one thing to do now, no matter how much Ryan would rather dump his food onto the seat, ruining the upholstery beyond what he and Min can pay for cleaning, and run away into the night. Never to be seen again, leaving behind only his precious guitar, van, and a confused friend.

As dramatic as Ryan is, that’s unfortunately out of the question. He wouldn’t do that to Min.

“Min, I…” Well, Ryan is a man of his word. He knows all too well how badly a lack of communication has messed them up before. He can’t keep this secret any longer.

With shaking hands, Ryan pulls the crumpled ball of paper out of his pocket and presents it to Min in a gesture that he hopes is put-together and elegant but is likely more akin to shoving it ungracefully in Min’s face. “Here.”

Min’s face had been glazed over with a sort of set determination, but that mask shatters as soon as he notices the paper. He blinks, mouth slightly agape, hands hovering near his own pocket. “O-oh. Um. Thank you, Ryan. I bet this’ll be totally rad.”

Slowly, as if unsure or confused (or maybe even disappointed? Oh man, that can’t be it, can it? Ryan’s fully prepared for Min’s disappointment, hell, he’s had the same experience with his parents, but Min doesn’t even know the context of his lyrics yet), Min takes the paper and unfolds it.

Time seems to pass much slower than normal, seconds sludging by, as Min reads the lyrics. Ryan tracks his eyes darting across the paper, his mouth opening wider and closing again as he reads and processes the meaning behind Ryan’s grand gesture.

Ryan twists his fingers together. It hurts, but not as much as watching Min read his writing. “Sorry it’s so messy. I was going to rewrite it when I was done, but…”

“Ryan.” Ryan’s mouth snaps shut as soon as Min speaks, and he jerks his head up. Min is staring at him as if he’s a new person, in a new light. “Is this… a love song?”

Ryan nods mutely, his heart pounding in his chest like the drums of an established rock band at a sold-out concert.

Min takes a deep breath. “For… me?”

Ryan nods again, sharp and jerky.

Min stares, frozen in shock, for a moment before bursting out laughing.

Ryan chokes, surprised, and whips his head away. He curls up (or as much as he can manage while sitting in the driver’s seat of his van), pressing his side against the seat and fisting his hands in the seam of his jacket.

He’d been prepared for a negative response, but deep in his heart he hadn’t expected Min to react this badly. Even after his parents had reacted worse.

Of course.

“Ryan,” Min chokes out between peals of laughter. “Ryan, Ryan, oh man. I’m not laughing at you, I promise.”

Ryan turns around slowly, hesitantly. Hope is already building in his chest before he’s even processed Min’s words.

When Min comes into his sight again, Ryan can barely meet his eyes before a piece of paper is thrust into his face. Puzzled, Ryan takes it and reads it over.

It’s… a love song.

It’s a love song, penned in Min’s neat handwriting, with classical notation instead of chords because Min learned music through his viola teacher and not as a self-taught guitarist like Ryan. Min was worried it would be a problem when they started collaborating, but their combined skills in multiple disciples has become one of their greatest assets as a musical group.

But Ryan can’t focus on the notes, however beautiful they may be, because the lyrics are telling a story he’s only dared to fantasize about in his wildest dreams.

“Sorry for laughing,” Min says, still chuckling quietly. “I just… I was trying to create a natural segue into giving this to you, and I… Wow. We’re idiots, aren’t we.”

Ryan doesn’t realize he’s crying until a teardrop lands on Min’s songsheet. He wipes it away and starts to giggle. “Yeah. We are.” He glances up, meeting Min’s eye for the first time since this whole debacle and gives him a wide, teary smile. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t think we’d be us if we didn’t pull some convoluted scheme to get our feelings out. Y’know, seeing as it took getting kidnapped by a magical death train the first time.”

Min snorts and rubs at his eyes. “Don’t remind me.” He crawls across the middle of the van and curls up next to Ryan, wrapping his arm around him. “So, are we good?”

Ryan lets out a wet laugh. “Oh man, we’re better than good. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been hoping for this?”

“Not as long as me,” Min says, grinning mischievously. “I’ve been pining since high school. Take that!”

Ryan lets his head drop onto Min’s shoulder, relishing in the affectionate closeness and warmth of him. “Man, we were such repressed nerds in high school, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe so.” Min leans his head against Ryan’s, chuckling softly. “I’m glad we’re okay now, though.”

“Me too, dude.” Ryan lets out a contented sigh. He still can’t quite believe they’ve gotten here, after all that worrying and stressing over every little detail. “Me too.”

They stayed like that for a little while, half-eaten plates of food forgotten in the back of the van. Through the open windows, the sunset lights up the sky in a fiery glow, with colors gradually shifting from pink to fiery red to deep blue.

Min hums contemplatively. “So, what now? Should we perform these onstage or what?”

Ryan toys with the paper between his fingers, absentmindedly tearing off a corner. “No, I think… I think these should be kept between us.”

“I agree,” Min says, intertwining his fingers with Ryan’s. Ryan’s heart leaps into his throat, and he’s sure his face is burning up.

“I think it would be nice if we… if we maybe wrote a love song together,” Ryan says, a little nervous.

Min smiles. “I’d like that too.”

day 2 is in the books! this one is half me projecting my experience with writer's block while writing this fic and half exploring the love they feel about each other. in their own words, what repressed nerds. love them

a whole lotta headcanons in this one c:

i didn't mean to bring sunsets back again, even for just a small detail, but i guess it's a rymin motif now. maybe i'll try to stick it in the rest of my rymin week pieces, but i won't try to shoehorn it in if it feels unnatural. god i love sunsets this is just more projection isn't it.

title is from home by edward sharpe and the magnetic zeroes! this song, just like its title implies, feels like home. it was a stigma of the songleading group i was in at camp a few years ago so it's very special to me. i'm happy to pass its lyrics on to rymin and give it a new significance for me personally!

i've been really enjoying all the rymin week content so far! good job, everyone! it's so nice to see everyone come together in support of these lovely characters

if you ever wanna talk infinity train, writing, these amazing characters, or really anything hmu here on my tumblr or my twitter! thank you for reading, and please leave a like/reblog/comment if you enjoyed it!

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thevampiresiren · 4 years

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Helping Yoongi Shave

Word Count: 2.5K

Genre: Fluff, Humor

WARNINGS: Soft!Yoongi, Tooth Aching Fluff, Cursing, Slight Suggestive Themes (nothing major, just some suggestive flirting and a little talk of sex. Yoongi also puts his hands on the reader's butt)

Summary: Yoongi needs to shave, but he's too tired to do it himself. So he teaches you how to shave him.

A/n: So… This is the very first Fanfic that I wrote and I’m not going to lie; I was a very nervous about posting it until one of my friends read it for me and loved it. I’m not sure if I’ll be doing this stuff as a part of my blog ALL the time, but if I can think of anything and if it comes out good; I’ll definitely post it. Also I just REALLY wanted to do a Yoongi shaving fanfic because I think helping your significant other shave is SO intimate and involves a lot of trust. I hope you guys like it!

I was passed out on the couch in the living room when I woke up to the sound of keys jingling outside the apartment door. As Holly got up from laying next to my feet, I picked up my phone and saw that it was around 1:30 am. As the door opened, I heard the brown toy poodle bark happily while he was spanning around in a circle while footsteps stopped to where he was. "Shhh, Holly. You're gonna wake Mom up." My boyfriend whispered petting the fluffy canine.

"Too late, she's awake." I yawned while stretching with a smile on my face. Yoongi looked up from petting Holly.

"I'm sorry, Jagiya. I thought you were in bed." Yoongi said while taking his shoes off, setting his work bag down, and walking over to me. I smiled as he tilted my chin up to gently peck my lips. When he pulled away, he laughed loudly. "What?" I asked.

"Nice bed head, babe". He said smirking while nodding at me. I ran my my finger through hair and sighed. "Hey, don't be upset. It's cute." He said standing up and kissing my check. I felt a slight roughness on my skin once he made contact. I look at his upper lip and chin, smirking.

"Nice stubble, babe." I copied. He touched his face and groaned. "Don't be upset. Its cute." I mocked. Yoongi smiled.

"I'm gonna go get changed. I'm too tired to shave tonight." He said yawning while walking to our bedroom. Holly and I followed not far behind and he laid down in his little bed starting to doze off again knowing his dad was home. I walked in and saw that Yoongi had put his glasses on and changed into his black sweatpants that hung loosly on his hips and was topless. He was by no means the buffest man in world, nor did he have majorly defined abs; but he was toned enough that you could see his pecs, and when the light hit right at the correct angel; his faint abs from him most recently working out would show up. He was perfect. His arm muscles slightly moved as he threw his clothes into hamper. I was too busy admiring him before he broke me from trance. "You okay over there? If I didn't know any better I'd get the feeling you're checking me out." He said with a cocky smirk. I smiled and pushed myself off the door frame I was leaning on.

"Nah, I think your hideous and by no means attractive. And you do it to me all the time." I said jokingly.

"Your loud noises from me pinning you down two nights ago and those dark marks say otherwise, baby girl". He said smirking. I blushed while trying to cover the "love marks" on my neck and where my shoulders met.

"Shut up and let me enjoy my hot boyfriend's body when we aren't fucking." I said laughing. Yoongi let out chuckle before he went off to the master bathroom to brush his teeth. I changed out of my day clothes into nothing but his white Fear of God shirt that hit my mid thighs and put my hair in a high ponytail.

"Aish! Its so fucking bad" Yoongi groaned loudly. I looked in and saw him examining his facial hair, clearly upset with how fast it was growing. "Yoon, just shave it tomorrow before you go to work. You need sleep." I said walking over to him. I knew he was beyong exhausted by how irritated he sounded and by the slight bags under his eyes. It was comeback season and I knew he was over working himself a bit. He was eating healthy and was taking care of himself like he has been, but I still worried about him. "I can't, we have an interview in the morning and we have dance practice. Plus, I need to finish up a song in the home studio once I wake up." He said leaning his head against the mirror pouting; his raven bangs falling and covering his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his bare torso and leaned my cheek on his broad shoulder making him shiver at the contact. "What if I do it for you?" I said quietly.

"My work?"

"No, dumbass." I said pulling away laughing while he turned around. "I mean shave your face." I said poking his chubby cheeks and kissing his pout.

"You sure you're not to tired to do that for me?"

"I wouldn't be offering if I was."

"Yes you would, because I'd do it too for you."

"I've already gotten at least 4 hours of sleep. You've been up since 6 am. I have more energy and I don't want you stressing out over it. Let me do it, baby. Let me take care of you." I said seriously.

"God, I can't wait to make you my wife." He said sighing. I laughed loudly "Who said I would say yes if your proposed?".

"We've talked about it and you were weak at the knees when I told you I would give you as many kids as you want and I would find a way to make it work for you, the kids, and music. Plus, you let me take your v-card. You've already said yes based on that like I did." Yoongi said laughing.

I blushed. "Just go get your damn razor and everything else." I said crossing my arms over my chest. Yoongi turned around and opened the medicine cabinet to pull out his shaving cream, aftershave, and the black leather case that he kept his razor in. He set everything in front of the sink and scooted out of the way for me to work. I opened up the case and saw exactly what type of razor it was. Anxiety shivered through my body as I pulled the razor out carefully. I just came to the realization that I had never actually SEEN his razor. He usually was using it on tour or even over at the dorm with the rest of the guys. Whenever he did shave here, it was in the shower.

"Yoongs..."

"Yeah?"

"This is a straight razor...". I said quietly.

"I know. It gets closer to my skin and the shave lasts longer. It works better for me than a normal one.". I carefully opened the blade far away from either of us at the risk of us getting cut. I stared at it and my anxiety just continued to grow. These were dangerous and I'd never used one before.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Yoongi said looking at me concerned while reaching out and gently rubbing my shoulder.

"I'm scared I'm going to pull a Thomas Brown Hewitt and slit your throat while I shave you. I can't afford a lawsuit as big as you." I said casually as I carefully set the razor down after I slowly put the blade back. Yoongi busted out laughing loudly at my comment.

"You'll do fine, Kitten." He said calmly after he collected himself. "I'll show you how to use it on yourself first if that'll make you more comfortable.". I thought for a moment and nodded my head agreeing. Yoongi grabbed the shaving cream and turned the water on so it was hot but not scolding. "Fuck." Yoongi said looking down, his deep raspy voice just slightly about a whisper as he just noticed what I was wearing. I smirked at him with a face that said "really?" .

"Sorry, you just look really fucking cute." He said blushing. Yoongi showed me how to put the cream on my legs which was no different than I normally do. He then grabbed the razor, instructing me to put my hand where his was. He lightly wrapped his large hand around my wrist, and started.

"Okay, so the trick is to go with the grain of hair; never against it. It can cause bumps and ingrown hairs. Also keep your hand at a 30-degree angle. Anything more will cut yourself. Make sure the skin is always taught as well. And go slow and gentle. Like this.". Yoongi began helping me shave where my ankle was and guiding me with the right amount of pressure. After a few more strokes of him helping me, I had enough confidence to do it on my own. It wasn't as hard or scary as I thought. After 20 minutes, I had both of my legs shaved and set the blade down on the sink. I ran my hands down my legs and noticed how smoother my legs were. I had no cuts, bumps, or anything like I normally would. "I DID IT YOONGI! I DIDN'T KILL MYSELF!". I yelled extremely happy that I didn't have to go to the ER, wrapping my arms around Yoongi's neck . He laughed at how excited I was.

"I told you that you could do it. Are you ready to try it on me now?" He said picking the blade back up. I smiled and told him to sit down on the counter of the bathroom sink. Once he was sat down and his glasses were off, I put the water on and shaving cream on his face. Just when I had turned to grab the razor; I felt a large warm hand on my wrist. "Um.. wait a second."

While I went to look over at Yoongi; I felt a soft, light, pressure on my left cheek followed by a muffled sound. I looked between my face and part of my hair covered in white, to Yoongi's right hand also covered in white and the right side of his face showing his skin underneath. It took me a second to get over my shock before I began processing what had just happened. "MIN YOONGI." I yelled, waking Holly up, making him barm from the disturbance of his sleep before going back to bed. Yoongi busted out in a full-on laugh attack causing him to almost fall off the sink before catching himself. As I washed the shaving cream off of me, I looked annoyed but also amused at him being playful. "I want a divorce already." I said laughing with him. Once we both settled down and Yoongi had his face covered in shaving cream again; I grabbed the razor and was about to start shaving him when my anxiety started getting the better of my again. Yoongi sensed my anxiety sparking and grabbed my hand that wasn't holding the razor.

"Hey." Yoongi said while he looked up at me lovingly, running his long fingers over mine soothingly. "I trust you okay. I know you won't hurt me." He said before kissing my knuckles, careful not to get the shaving cream on my hand. I nodded smiling and slowly started shaving him. Several minutes in shaving him, while I was concentrating, I felt Yoongi's hands reach behind me to my upper thighs, pulling me closer. He gently started rubbing soothing circles on them and messaging my ass.

"Keep it PG, Min. I have weapon and I'm not afraid to use it." I said jokingly making him chuckle.

"You know what you in my clothes do to me." He said with a tired smirk. His dark lashes hit his cheekbones as he relaxed under my touch. I smiled at a how serene he looked, and it took everything in me not to kiss him. Once I was done, I rubbed my nose against his causing him to open one eye and smile. I grabbed the washcloth and gently cleaned whatever was left of his shaving gel. I grabbed his Invictus aftershave and put some on his face.

"Okay, I'm think done." I said proud of myself. Yoongi put his glasses back on and grabbed the handheld mirror I had held out to him and examined his face closely. A huge smile hit his lips and he wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders and pulled me to his broad chest. "You did amazing Jagi. Thank you." He said as he muzzled his face into my neck.

"You're welcome, Yoons." I said tiredly as I ran my fingers through his soft locks, laying my head on top of his. The faint smell of his aftershave along with the smell of him in general hitting my nose made me feel tired as I gently messaged his head. Yoongi hummed quietly into my neck before placing chaste lazy kissing to my neck, chest, below my ear lobe, cheeks, temple, nose, and finally my lips.

"I love soft, cuddly Yoongi." I said giggling. Yoongi looked at me with a soft smile, our noses touching.

"I thought you loved rough, dominate Yoongi?" He said rubbing our noses together.

"Ehh, I like all sides. I'm an easy woman to please." I said looking at him smiling before telling him it was time for us to go to bed. He yawned while nodding and we headed to our bed, setting his glasses down on the nightstand. He pulled me close, so my head was laying on his chest and placed his hand on the side of my face. Our centimeters away from each other he smiled and looked into my eyes with his full of love, care, warmth, and passion. "I love you so much, Jagi." He said tired while stroking my cheek bone. I leaned it connected my lips to his in a sweet but passionate kiss. We both pulled away with giant smiles on our faces. I responded looking tiredly into his eyes. "I love you too, Yoongi.". I layed my head on my pillow, my face buried in his neck breathing in his scent while he buried his in my hair, arms wrapped tightly around me. "I can't believe you smashed me in the face with shaving cream." I said quietly.

"That's what you get for staring at me and then parading around our bedroom in my shirt and your lace panties you brat.". He responded letting out and airy chuckle. I smiled before closing my eyes and falling asleep to his light breathing.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi fanfic #bts yoongi #bts #bts x reader #bts fanfction

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captaindodson · 4 years

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Will you go to prom with me? (t.h oneshot)

Synopsis: Neither you or Tom got that magical slow dance at prom. So you decide to change that, but with a special marvel twist.

Word Count: 1.6k+

New Messages from Harry H. Sent 1 minute ago

“Yo, your boyfriend really wants to go back to your room. “

Harry H. Sent 2 minutes ago

“You better hurry up cause I don’t think Jacob, Haz and I can hold him up much longer.”

Shit.

I slide my finger across my phone screen and respond to Harry's message with a quick,

“ just need another 10 min and then you guys can let him go,”

I shove my phone into my back pocket and rush my way into the back of the costume store hoping to find what I came here for. Tom had been busy all month promoting Spider-Man, Far-From Home. He’s been flying from major city to major city, country to country, with barely any time to breath and take a moment for himself. Every morning when he called, I could just hear the drag in his voice. The exhaustion melted through every word that left his soft lips. When we would video chat, the bags under his eyes seemed a little bit darker, smile a little less brighter, laugh a little bit quieter, my heart could no longer bare to watch him burn himself out. It didn’t help that he was still working longs days on the weekend for Pixar and has to start filming Cherry really soon. So I decided to use some of my vacation time from work to join Tom and his brothers on the second leg of the Far-From Home tour to see if I could make the rest of the tour less stressful.

It seemed like my presence by his side away from the cameras seemed to lift his spirits, but only just a little bit. When he woke up this morning, through my eyelashes I could see how he slouched on the edge of the bed, dragged his feet to the shower, and his lips almost ghosted mine as he kissed me goodbye and left the hotel room with a soft shut of the door.

I stared at the black ceiling of our hotel room wondering, what could I do, even just for one afternoon (or evening). Then I remembered a conversation we had a few nights prior and I shot up from the bed. Ripped off the pale hotel sheets, grabbed my laptop and got to work on my plan. I now found myself hours later in the middle of a costume store in New York city trying to find the last piece to my plan.

“Frankenstein, a ghost, a zombie, a sexy nurse, a sexy nun, superman, batman, a peanut, a bundle of grapes, holy shit where are the marvel costumes,”

I mumble to myself while scanning each of the hangers of costumes. I eventually find some Marvel costumes in the back corner of the store only to find one Spider-man costume left. Without looking at the size I snatch it off the hook and head towards the counter to pay. Luckily, its the middle of June and no one is buying costumes so I just walk up to the counter and pay. Once I leave the store I start my sprint back to the hotel that is just two blocks away.

I dodge and weave in between people walking on the New York city sidewalks while the sun beats down on me. I start slowing down as the hotel comes into view. I keep a steady pace as I open the doors to the hotel and enter the air conditioned lobby. I ignore the stares of fellow hotel stayers as I walk down the hall past the main desk to the elevators.

I press the button to call the elevator and this is when I lean forward, resting my hands on my knees to catch my breath. After a couple deep breaths, the elevator DINGS, and the doors open. I get in and press the button for the 6th floor. I feel a buzz again in my jean pocket and take it out to see another message from Harry.

New Message from Harry H. Sent 1 minute ago

“Yo Y/N he’s on his way up now. I hope we gave you enough time to finish.”

“C’mon elevator, go faster, “ I grasp my phone tighter in my hand without responding to Harry. This elevator ride feels like I’ve been on it for an hour by the time it reaches my floor.

I book it down the hall and around the corner to our room. I get out the key card from my purse and I swipe it to get inside. I slam the door behind me cringing slightly at the force but I still I throw my purse into the tub in the bathroom. I rip the hanger and tags off the Spider-Man costume as I start to put it on. As I put one leg into the costume I realize that it’s not going to fit with my jeans on. So I take them off and try again.

The costume gets about have way up my body and then gets stuck on my t-shirt and I groan. I take my shirt off and proceed throw it into the bathtub and pull the costume over my shoulders. I exit the bathroom and start putting everything into place. I shut the curtains to block out the light, plug in the lights, connect my phone to my blue tooth speaker and set my Spotify to play my, “Prom 2K19” playlist. Its a playlist filled with Theweeknd, Tom Jones, Kendrick Lamar, and many other artists. I feel like everything is all set so I start I make my way over to the door.

I grasp the cool metal handle and open the hotel door enough to stick my head out into the hallway to see if he’s coming. I hear the echo of an elevator arriving at this floor and hopefully it is Tom. I pull my head back a little bit so only half my face can be seen popping out the door. I hear foot steps get louder and louder until someone turns the corner and I sigh in relief. Tom, whose hair is still nicely styled from his interviews, is looking down at his phone completely oblivious to everything around him. I quickly collect my homemade sign from behind the door and jump out into the hallway.

I raise my sign above my head and say, “Will you be my Spider-Man and swing to prom with me!”

I smile widely at Tom to the point my cheeks start to hurt. He stares at me from a few feet away, eyes wide, and mouth agape. It takes him a few seconds to re-collect his thoughts before he starts to talk. He slides his phone into his dress pants and walks towards me.

“Wha-what are you doing darling? Why are you dressed as Spider Man,”

Tom stutters out his words. I lower my poster because my arms start to tingle because of how hard I’m fighting against the costume.

“You know how we were talking a few nights ago how I didn’t have a good prom and you never had a prom so I thought I would try and change that. I know I can’t turn back time and we can’t really leave New York since you’re promoting Far-From Home, so I decided to bring prom to us,” I continue.

“Plus you’re my favourite super hero baby, ”

I giggle as I put up my sign up above my head again.

“So will you go to prom with me Tommy?”

“I would love to go to prom with you darling, but where?”

I wink at him as I tuck the poster under my arm and wiggle my finger at his seductively. I push open the door to our room to reveal what I have been working on all morning and afternoon.

The lights are off and the curtains are closed. Fairy lights are strung from the ceiling as well as a long the dresser and around the bed. About a dozen balloons are resting against the ceiling with their golden and silver strings flowing below them. A bottle of champagne lays in a bucket of ice with two wine glasses standing close by. As Tom stands with mouth slightly agar I get down on one knee and extend my hand out to him.

“May I have this dance, Spider-man?”

Toms face breaks out into a smile that gets bigger and bigger every second he stands in the doorway of our hotel room. He closes the door as his smile gets bigger, he then starts to laugh, his body shakes as he kneels to the floor. My smile reaches ear to ear at his laughter that I haven’t heard in weeks. I stand up and quickly grab my phone to change the music from some cheesy pop song to something much more relaxing.

The instruments of ‘Just the Two of Us, by Grover Washington and Bill Withers dances its way out of the blue-tooth speaker resting on the dresser. Tom’s laughter eventually calms down as he stands emptying out his pockets and throwing his phone on the bed. He moves forward to interlock fingers with my hands, he pulls me close so we are chest to chest. We allow are bodies to take over and sway, enjoying this moment of peace in each others arms.

“You need to take care of yourself bub, take this night and relax with me,”

I whisper into his muscular chest as we sway together.

“I love you, ” he whispers back to me as he spins me around and dips me only to reconnect our lips once more.

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #dodson writting #tom holland drabble #gotta love the multiverse #tom holland onshot #tom holland fluff #tom hollad writing #tom holland x gender neutral reader

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writingsofmyimagination · 5 years

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Conjecture |1|

Yoongi x Reader

Idol Reader Au, Enemies to Lovers AU

Summary: Your management refused to renew your contract unless you collaborated, so you ending up working with Min Yoongi. A guy you’d disliked from before both of your debuts. There is more to their past than meets the eye.

Words:2011

This will be a series so if you want to be tagged let me know :)

Warnings: None ( but look forward to a Sub and Dom Yoongi because who doesn’t)

Enjoy, let me know what you think :)

“I don’t know if you’re more excited than me about this and I’m the one who’s going to be working with her” Yoongi said amused.

“The industry has been asking for this collaboration of its two best rappers and producers for years, and it’s finally going to happen under my label, I have every right to be excited. I warn you though she’s not happy about it” Yoongi filled his glass from a large jug in the centre of the table.

“They would only renew her contract if she agreed to collaborate” Bang continued “I mean why she’s refused to work with anyone since before her official label debut is beyond me”

“I’m sure she has her reasons” Yoongi blurted out defensively.

“You’ve loved her work since the underground haven’t you?” Lee asked

“Yes and it was incredible even back then”

“No need to get defensive Yoongi” Bang said, suspicion growing through his expression. “I’m just trying to prepare you, she might not be the most amenable and agreeable person you’ve worked with. She has a reputation for being unconventional at best”

“I’m sure I can handle ‘unconventional’ for a few weeks”

//KNOCK KNOCK//

The receptionist opened the door to the conference room and ushered you inside with a polite gesture. All of the guys in the room stood up and bowed with Yoongi bowing noticeably lower than the others. You returned the gesture with a polite smile on your face. Bang came closer to you and also greeted you with a firm handshake.

“Y/N it’s so lovely to have you here, let me introduce you to everyone” He began walking you round the table “This is Lee, he’s our main concept director, Hoseok here is the studio manager and of course I hardly need to introduce you to Yoongi” A genuine bright expression diffused onto his face; he bowed once more

“I can’t tell you how excited I am for this project” you could tell he meant every last word. You had to exert slightly more effort to keep the politeness from waning in your smile.

“BigHits been asking me long enough” you kept your tone as light and relaxed as you could. The slight flinch in his expression told you he was unsure how to tread with his next words; thankfully he was saved by his manager

“Shall we get started, this won’t take long” Bang suggested. You took your seat next to Yoongi and had a glance at all the BTS album plagues lined round the pale walls surrounding you.

“The announcement of this project has already caused mass excitement so I’m sure I don’t need to emphasise the importance of care and discretion for this, Dispatch have already been seen lingering around. If it is suitable with you Y/N Yoongi has suggested very generously the idea for you to stay at his new apartment to maximise discretion and the dedicated work time”

“There’s a whole studio and we can work unbothered” Yoongi added

“Of course you will have full access to BigHit facilities, with that said there is a lot of recording taking place at the moment so you’ll have to use your time wisely” Hoseok added.

There was an expectant silence waiting for your response. You was not expecting to stay with him, this definitely soured your mood further to the jet lag draining your muscles.

“If that’s what you thinks best, it would be good to have another studio to have full access to” you replied stopping any sourness from seeping into your voice. Your peripheral vision detected miniscule movement from Yoongi, his face went from yours to down at his hands, fingers entwining together. It appears the sourness had leaked somewhat into your expression.

“Good, we want to give you freedom for this project but the concept of this track has already been decided” Bang gestured over to Lee. Heads all turned to the concept director; you took a few mouthfuls of your iced coffee hoping for any kick to keep you alert.

“So for the concept we want to use the known fact of your previous friendly rivalry as a starting point. Within the lyrics and for the video of course we want there to be an element of conflict or dislike towards each other with you singing individually” Already there you scoffed within your own thoughts. “And by the end of the song we want a sense of resolution and the pair of you vocalising together”

“Doesn’t sound like too much freedom to me” you offered shifting in your snuggly fitted shirt unbuttoning your waistcoat. You hated being in formal wear especially after a long flight; with your world tour finished all you craved was to be in your comfy trackies and oversized hoodies. The eyes around you in the room flittered anxiously.

“But the idea is pretty sweet and fans would certainly love it” you felt the angst settling in the room “I can work with it” you added beneath your non-chalant tone the concept actually heightened your interest for this whole thing.

The meeting droned on for longer than it really needed to at this stage, discussions of the music video, promotions and performances and the like were all very well but we’d yet to even write the track. You personally couldn’t work on those things until the song had legs and the feel of the beat had absorbed into your being and dictated the direction you’d want to take. A sly look to your right at Yoongi’s expression gave away that he must feel the same; you suppressed an amused grin from surfacing. Half of your brain power for the remainder of the meeting was just you scolding yourself and your mind for constantly drifting off appreciating the absolute flawless visual of Min Yoongi. He was attractive back in the day and his image more recently has always been increasingly pleasing to your eyes but up close and in a small vicinity you’d never expected your body to completely disregard your mind and react like you’d not had sex for weeks. You hadn’t. It had been months, six to be exact, your tour was unforgiving with its lack of free time.

“Okay, you two go create this masterpiece” Bang stood with everyone else following suit with their goodbyes, you exhaled, relieved for your mind to be focused back on the reality of the room. That was until everyone had left just the two of you in the room alone. You unlocked and checked your phone distracting you from the draining silence.

“My place is ready whenever you are” He offered as he stood and grabbed his phone of the table.

“I’m already packed” you kept your eyes down and scanning through your messages.

“Sweet do you want to catch a ride with me?”

“No thanks, I’m more than capable of getting myself to yours, I’ll just need your address”

“Err okay sure thing” You exchanged numbers and he sent you all the details. You had to give him some kind of credit he was definitely dealing with your bluntness well.

“See you there, I’ll message you when I park up” and with that you left and headed out to your car.

After passing through the security gates and parking up and sending a quick message you couldn’t help but appreciate the success the both of you had had looking up at the towering building; the last time you were at his place it certainly wasn’t a three million dollar apartment.

“Welcome, please come in, please see this as your home while you’re here” Yoongi beamed. His politeness grated on you, his thoughtfulness and kindness is no secret but unfortunately the last time you were in a situation with him it had left a bitter taste in your mouth which had done nothing but fester over the years.

“I’ll try, I’m not used to sharing, but thank you for your having me”

“You’re quite welcome, if I’m honest I haven’t quite got used to being on my own yet so you’re doing me a favour and helping me out” you wheeled your suitcase against the wall and removed your shoes before you ventured further into the apartment. The palatial living space was calm, neutral colours were prominent from the fleecy rug at the foot of the large corner sofa to the vertical blinds bunched together at the sides of the large rectangular window overlooking the city. The only thing that looked slightly out of sync with the room was the mahogany upright piano also facing in the direction of the window.

“Can I get you anything to drink or eat?” he asked walking to the open plan kitchen to the right and grabbed himself a bottle of water from the fridge, you let him take a few mouthfuls before replying. You tried to make out the band name on his t-shirt but his red and black chequered shirt obscured too much of the detail so naturally instead you got drawn to his collarbones and the milky skin veneered over them.

“Is it too early to ask for anything alcoholic?” you pleaded spinning yourself on one of the bar stools around the breakfast bar

“It’s just gone twelve, so I’m going to say no. What do you drink?”

“Honestly, anything”

“Well there’s some Vodka that needs finishing, with coke?”

“Perfect”.

“Let’s give you a tour” drink in hand you followed him dozily with an unapologetic buzz of excitement to see the Genius Lab. The floor was blanketed with light grey distressed wood flooring as you made your way down a short hallway, the furthest room away was a moderate yet adequately equipped gym with one wall lined entirely with a mirror and the floor space in front of it was clear; you guessed he utilised it as a dance space. Next up was your room, Wow! You thought. You’d never want to leave this room. In the centre of the back wall was a large low four poster oak bed; It looked more like the support structure of a cube. There were what looked like satins drapes draped over the top beams, the cream bedding was neatly made underneath the pale blue scatter cushions. There was a bedside dresser and on the right were two large oak doors which led to a walk in wardrobe. You couldn’t wait to stream your laptop through the considerable sized flat screen perched on the wall opposite the bed.

“Will this be okay?” Yoongi’s voice interrupted your room admiration.

“Are you kidding? the room’s beautiful” His eyes widened, this was the first time he’d actually picked up any excitement from you. His smile was content and it was in a word, adorable. He pointed to his bedroom door on the way to the studio, you’d be lying if you told yourself you wasn’t curious how his room was decorated.

“Well this definitely resembles home” Yoongi allowed you to sit in the main chair in front of the vast sea of dials, the sight of all the audio equipment and screens comforted you and soothed some of your attitude, but that could also be the vodka.

“You’ll find it hard to find anything that I don’t have that we’ll need” He was perched on the arm of the black leather sofa behind you looking proudly over the set up. Your soft smile peaked Yoongi’s curiosity.

“What?”

“Nothing, we just pretty much have the same equipment”

“Great minds” was all he responded before an awkward silence made the room almost like a vacuum.

“Anyway you must be flagging by now, we can catch up tomorrow morning and come up with some kind of plan.”

“Yeah that would be good actually, I don’t think I could even write my own name at this point”

He exhaled a small chuckle and you tracked back to the living room, grabbing your case and retiring to your room. After chucking on an oversized grey hoody and short you crawled into the bed and within minutes your exhaustion edged you into unconsciousness.

#bts #kpopwonderlandtag #kwritersworldnet #yoongi x reader #hyunglinenetwork #bts suga #min yoongi #bts imagines #bts au #bts fanfction

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harveywritings92 · 5 years

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One sided friendship Batboys series:Dick Grayson X Reader. p 1/2

The following is a non profit fan based story Batman, Red hood, Nightwing etc. belongs to DC Comics please support the official release.

I gain no profit from this nor do I own anything other then OCs and whatever sprouts from my imagination. Thanks for reading!

Your POV:

"Ah...what happened last night?..." My voice croaked God my mouth tasted awfu, my whole body feels like it went through the spin-cycle...I gotta hurl! I groaned as my joints pop and body protested from standing up, I sigh wincing in pain as sunlight shined my eyes in from the tiny cracks from the curtain, Wait my window isn't that big?

I swallowed and got up from the bed walked over to the window and drew back the curtain to reveal...Niagara Falls?! that seem snapped me awake faster than a hamster on coffee!

*When...How did I get to Canada?!* then I noticed what I was wearing a gray button up shirt...a man's button up shirt...My heart was rattling in my rib-cage as I finally got a good look around the room. it was obviously at the Casino...

And I wasn't alone I saw a passed out redheaded man passed out on the floor..in my dress! I'd be laughing right now if I wasn't freaking out! I went to run a hand through my hair and I saw a tiny glint in the corner of my eye...It was ring a wedding ring...my stomach churned as I looked over to Whats-his name and saw a similar ring on his finger too...

"What the shit?" I croaked sobbingly before I was harshly interrupted by the contents of my stomach decided to remind me what I had for dinner the other night, and ran to the bathroom. While making friends with the porcelain throne...I tried to piece together how I got here...

It was all because of Richard 'Effin' Grayson! we used to be thick as thieves, but then he started noticing girls! every time he would go out meet some girl and he'd fall for her, shower her with attention and gifts and then she'd get fed up with him ditching their dates, due to his nightly activities and he go crying to me..the stupid girl who was dumb enough to hold on what little hope I had, that he'd notice me and my feelings. But no, every time I had the courage to speak to him about it...

I'd run into him while he was on a date or introduce me to his new girlfriend and the cycle would start all over again! Which was totally unfair! He can date around and ignore me, but if a guy ever shows a sliver of interest in me. He gets all pissy and tells them to back off or sabotage my dates! and recently he started obsessing over some girl he'd seen at one Bruce's gala...

As Dick described her: she had e/c, glossy [long/short] hair and nice [full/petite.] figure for a small fleeting moment I though he was talking about me...only to be introduced to [similar sounding name] at an old classmate's wedding that the two of us were kind of friends with, and the crazy thing is?

SS/n looked exactly like me only with a nicer figure,perfect height darker/lighter hair and eyes and dressed more provocatively then me...that was the worst fucking blow to my heart.

Dick was pretty much telling me that he's wants someone like me...but not Me. After that I remember getting into my car and just drove off, I didn't care where... I just had leave! I had to get away from Gotham, from Bludhaven from Dick, everything...

I vaguely remember checking my phone for flights and came across an ad for Niagara falls...Well I did have vacation days, And Bruce has been badgering me to take some time off. taking a risk I submitted my vacation time and list of temps to cover for me while I'm gone and booked the first available flight which was in four hours and just drove to the airport.

I must've looked very odd a girl dressed like a nerdy princess walking around the airport a 12 am, a few little girls actually looked a me in awe and asked for a selfies *they must be on their way to Disney world or just got back from Disney world...* I though and happily obliged to their request their parent were grateful and apologetic at the same time,

When my flight was boarding I got a text from the bride asking if I was alright? and what shitty move Grayson pulled... I snorted a girl I barely talked to in school was more worried about me then Dick! he saw my face he knew I was upset! but, he ignored me in favor of his new girlfriend who was just going to dump him once he starts bailing on her for Nightwing duties. I texted back saying I was fine and shut my phone off...

That was...what was the date? When I was finally done with throwing up...I looked around the room for my phone and some clue as to who and how I supposedly married the redheaded stranger! I eventually I found my phone I've seriously been gone two weeks?! But, I could've sworn I just left! then I noticed the camera...

It was pink and had a cheesy logo on it Reverend Al's 10 min weddings! taking a leap I hooked the camera to the TV...And my face immediately turned bright red..."Oh god kill me now..." I moaned into my hands mortified as the guy next to me woke up and looked around disoriented before barfing on to my dress...Mental note burn that dress...And learn supposed husband's name....

A few days later..

"Something's wrong, I know it father!" Damian huffed as he followed Bruce downstairs the older Wayne sighed he explained to his son that Y/n was just on vacation and should be back any day now...But his son wasn't having it he knew Y/n would at least call them how her trip was! or how long she was gonna be or a least to see how Damian himself was doing...she pretty much the big sister/mother he never had growing up.

So, of course he freaking out...Someone has to! Grayson was too clouded with infatuation to even noticed Y/n was gone and her cheap plastic knock-off was had overstayed her welcome the second she step foot in this manor, She would act all sweet and nice, but the second Grayson left she would become obnoxiously rude had pig manners.

[like chewing loudly,going days without bathing,eating like a donkey raised her etc.] and was possibly cheating on Grayson judging how quickly Ss/n would openly flirt and throw herself at his father, Drake or Todd and when they rejected her advances she make a scene causing Dick to come and rescue her.

Everyone hated her and couldn't understand why Dick would date someone like her who was obviously dating him for money and attention, when he first hinted that he liked a girl with [y/hc] and [y/ec] they assumed he was talking about Y/n...even Todd boasted that.

"it was about Effin' Time!" But when he showed up with [ss/n] it was slap to the face to everyone...Damian went to go find Y/n and check on her, but found her apartment empty he asked Bruce about it and his father explained that she had just clocked in her vacation days and would be gone for a while...

They got to kitchen and immediately Bruce and Damian's mood soured seeing [ss/n] drinking orange juice straight from the carton and her mouth stained with what appeared to be oatmeal...heaven forbid what was floating around in that juice carton! Damian grimaced as she noticed them She swallowed loudly and put the juice back.

"Oh, good morning Mr. Wayne.~" the girl purred shamelessly showing her exposed bra to the older man who decided that he'd grab breakfast at the office and left then she noticed Damian and her mood soured. "What are you looking at brat?!"

she sneered before Damian could snark out a reply her phone started ringing and she quickly escaped bumping into Jason who grimaced at her as she passed him.

"What's miss Piggy's problem?" He asked taking the orange juice out the fridge, his younger brother just blanched as Jason brought the carton up to his lips, but noticed Damian's face and immediately back pedaled.

"The bicycle drank this, didn't she?" he seethed this was his juice! it had his name on it, no one touches Jason's shit! He dumped the carton a looked ready spew when he saw the oatmeal chunks floating down the drain. "And she ate my fucking Oatmeal! Goddammit! Grayson!" Jason bellowed sprinting up the stairs looking for the acrobat.

Damian rolled his eyes already how this song and dance will go...Drake, Todd or his father will confront Grayson about Ss/n's behavior she'd make scene causing him to make excuses or be defensive and would all end with everyone on both sides the silent treatment...the green eyed boy sighed in annoyance and went to go train in the cave when he saw a taxi coming up the drive.

Strange, they weren't expecting any visitors...."Ummi?" He said heart pounding in his chest as he sprinted to the main foyer just in time to see his father opening the door to Y/n!...and some redhead man who was younger then his father by few years.

the h/c smiled at Bruce sheepishly as Damian noted her attire black jeans, f/c t-shirt that said I <3 Niagara Falls and a worn out Letterman's jacket that obviously didn't belong to her..

"Hi Bruce...Damian sorry I took longer then I sai-" She cut off by the boy running up and hugging her waist "Don't leave again.." he mumbled into her stomach before turning to mystery man who was awkwardly observing them. "Don't you have a route or fares to collect?" the boy hissed at the gray eyed man who stared bug eyed at the kid before rubbing the back of his head.

"o-oh boy, um... I'm not a cabbie I'm Y/n's-" Y/n nervously intervened.

"Say, where's uncle Alfred I need to tell him something..."

"You didn't tell them yet?"

"It didn't feel right doing it over the phone, sue me!"

The redheaded man winced as Bruce looked between the two and noticed their hands...or rather their ring fingers and shit it the fan. "BOYS! ALFRED! FAMILY MEETING!! NOW!?"Damian gawked at his father stunned he has never been this angry in front of company before!

"What's going on Ummi?" He asked Y/n who just smiled sadly and readjusted her large framed glasses the photochromic lenses were dark and hid her eyes, as Alfred and the other boys showed up along with Ss/n who sneered when she saw Y/n..."Den. Now.." Bruce said calmly as his sons swallowed wondering what they did?

They, Alfred, Y/n, mystery guy went into the den Ss/n went to follow only for Bruce to blocked her from entering "I said family meeting, you're not family.." he hissed at her the Darker/lighter H/c gaped at him like a fish and pointed at Y/n in disgust "She's allowed!" She shrieked in his face.

"Y/n is Alfred's niece that makes her family.." Bruce huffed before slamming the door in Ss/n's face they heard her screech stomp her foot like a child before hearing her footsteps hurry away...

"Wait, how come this guy can stay, but not my girlfriend?" Dick demanded eyeing the redheaded man suspiciously and annoyed that he was sitting so damn close to Y/n. who was trying to avoid everyone's stares as she found her voice.

"I really think this is a little extreme?" Bruce shot her a look that could melt paint steel, the e/c girl swallowed hard "S-so, you guys know that I went on vacation.." Dick cut her off "When did you go on vacation?" he sounded bemused and offended that she hadn't said anything to him, his brother's just looked at him like Seriously?

"I've been gone for almost three weeks, Richard..." she said ignoring pain in her chest that he hadn't noticed she was gone. while Jason pitched in

"I seriously thought you would've at least noticed the gremlin whining 'Ummi...where's my ummi?' non-stop for the last two weeks!" Damian turned red and snapped at Jason to shut up as he kept his arms around Y/n's waist glaring at the streaked haired man.

whilst everyone gave Dick shit for not noticing his so-called best friend was missing for almost half a month, Tim commented about how she could've been kidnapped or murdered and he would've been too busy with his "hairpin Cinderella" to notice "That's over the lin-" the oldest brother was about ready to tear into Tim for that, They were cut off by their foster father slamming his hand on the table.

"Could we please talk about the fact she came back married!?" Bruce bellowed a pregnant silence filled the air as the boys slowly turned to Y/n in disbelief who sighed bringing a hand to her forehead showing the gold glint of her wedding band.

"Hayden say hello to the boys..." she mumbled quickly as Hayden awkwardly waved "Hi boys." he cleared his throat as everyone gawked at the 'couple' stunned then Dick burst out laughing after a few minutes of this he sighed wiping a tear from his eye. "heheh..Good Joke Y/n! you and Bruce almost had us...Right?" he saw no one else was laughing..."Right?" Y/n bit her lip took out the USB from the camera and plugged it into with the den's TV...

[[A faded pink banner read out Reverend Al's Ten minute weddings! is hung haphazardly over what appeared to be a lounge that hasn't been decorated since 1970 lit up by a broken disco ball and fairy lights...

at a graying podium a priest in a sequin jacket and bell bottoms, boredly reads wedding rights to an obvious shotgun marriage as both sets of parents were glaring at the pregnant bride and the groom in disappointment as they walked out of the lounge in annoyance...

Just as the good reverend was about to put bible away he looked up and rolled his eyes muttering "God..are you kidding?" under his breath and sighed as Y/n still in the dress she wore at their classmate's wedding was practically dragged down the aisle by a drunk Hayden who giggling as he tried to hold the possibly more inebriated Y/n up as she kept trying to sit or lay down. The priest huffed looked at his watch "Alright my kid's got a thing in ten and my wife's gonna flip on me...let's make this quick!"

"Do you?"

"Y...Y/n *hic*"

"Take..

"Hey-Dan!"

To be yer husband and wife?"

"I g-got Neerds in my bra!" Pulls out candy box and pours some in Hayden's hand.

"Aces! Sugar Tits!" pops them in his mouth and smiles at the priest.

The priest gives them a blank stare, but goes with it..."Right then, by the power vested in me by the province of Ontario I pronounce you man and wife, here's coupon book for Cliffton Hill...Kiss n' get out!" the priest sneered handing them the marriage license his assistant was filling out for them,

He stamped it and and put it in Y/n's purse as she and Hayden gave each other a small peck on the lips and wandered out of the church completely oblivious to what they just did...then came back a few seconds later to steal the camera..]]

Y/n stopped the recording blushing bright freaking red "Trust you don't want to see what's on rest of this..." she mumbled as everyone was staring at the screen stunned, well everyone except Dick who kept his eyes on Y/n who was fiddle with her glasses waiting for someone to say something, he noticed a mark on her neck...

a hickey? this was real? she let that stranger..., the scent coming off her wasn't her perfume it was to rich and musky, the ring on her finger...it...a weird feeling curdled into Dick's stomach it felt tight and his heart felt like it had taken a bath in acid...

He couldn't place the feeling, but knew he couldn't stay anywhere near Y/n's husband out of fear of what he may do to Hayden. "I'm going for a walk..." was all Dick said before calmly leaving the den... Y/n and Hayden both flinched hearing the front doors slam whilst everyone stood stock still.

Till Alfred snapped out of his stupor and punch Hayden in the face "You, disgusting scoundrel! womanizing git!" the old man snarled as Jason pulled the old man away from the ginger who was stunned knocked out of his shoes by an old man,

"And this is why I wanted to speak to Alfred privately!" Y/n sighed as Damian looked very conflicted, half was angry that Grayson had finally driven Y/n too far... while the other was horrified that they'll never get rid of Ss/n now that Y/n been wedded!

Alfred's angry voice cut in "Young lady we are going to city hall this instant for an annulment!" her uncle seethed pointing at the door, but Y/n stood her ground "Well, maybe I don't want an annulment." Alfred and the boys gawked at her.

"I know you're all hoping that Dick will pull the damn wool off hie eyes...But, considering the girl he wants will never be me, I think it's for the best I move on..." She said meekly as Alfred huffed "No, A thousand times no! I listen dear, I know how men like Hayden work, and this?" he holds up her hand showing her ring to herself. "Is just a phase to distract him from whatever void he thinks is plaguing his life." Y/n blinked at her uncle bemused then looked at Tim who cleared his throat.

"Alfred saying Hayden only married you because of a mid-life crisis..." the teen explained as said ginger awkwardly raised his hand. "Y'know I'm sitting right here?" he said then all the males in the room slowly turned and glared at him "Shut-up." they snapped Hayden blanched "Ok.." he squeaked and averted his eyes to the floor, and Y/n calmly pulled away from her uncle.

"Look, I understand your all just trying look out for me, But I'm not going to sit around and wait...it's time look at a new chapter in my life and that's just Dick's loss." Alfred still begged that she and Hayden get an annulment but, Bruce stop him.

"Alfred, Y/n is a grown woman this is her choice and we have to respect that, even if it hurts someone in the end." The billionaire said gently as the butler looked down sullenly and with that the meeting was over.

Y/n and Hayden went back to her apartment to well clean up any expired food. and just get over the jet-lag they were feeling, As they settled in for the night neither noticed Nightwing watching them from the tree outside Y/n’s bedroom gritting his teeth in anger...

#Richard Grayson #nightwing x reader #Jason Todd #Tim drake #Damian Wayne #Bruce Wayne #alfred pennyworth #Batfam #batboys #batbros #dc comics #Reader insert #Dick Grayson fanfiction

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sugagimmesugar · 5 years

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Hold me while you wait

Chapter 4 of my Yoongi X Reader Songfic. Chapters 1 2 3 4

Since the whole fic is structured around Lewis Capaldi‘s album „Divinely Uninspired to a Hellish Extent“, the song for this chapter is „Hold me While you Wait“. Give it a listen, it‘s great.

You met only a few days later, neither of you wanting to wait. SO you picked a Café you knew he liked and waited for him in your usual spot.

Seeing the familiar shape of the rapper walk through the door, your heart drops to your stomach. He came. And he looks like shit.

As he looks around the cafe to find you, your whole body freezes up, unable to wave or smile. But his smile as he finds you, it's bright enough to light up the room. And it breaks your heart, shatters it into pieces actually. Because you know it wont hold for long.

Not after what you're about to say to him.

"I've missed you, y/n. So much. I am sorry for this whole mess. How are you? the guys say hi, obviously. But I suspect you've been talking to them, Jungkook asked me to bring him a specific kind of cake from here." Plopping down on the chair across from you, he laughs.

"I've missed you, too, Yoongi. Thank you for meeting me here. It's good to see that you're looking more alive. It was quite the shock to see how tired you looked in that interview. How's everything going, the album is out in like a month, right?"

He laughs again, the look in his eyes so hopeful.

"Yea, I looked dead. I am slowly recovering. I didn't realise how much sleeping next to you helped me sleep. After what happened, my depression, my anxiety, it all hit me again, like a truck. I collapsed. Unfortunately I just buried myself in my flat, by myself. I didn't think of asking the guys for help. Now they're there, aggressively helping. And now we can get back together right? ARMY, they're not against you anymore. They realised how bad what they did was. So it's ok, right?"

"I don't know, honey. I don't know if I can deal with what it means to be Suga's girlfriend. It's so much. I was so relieved when the reporters finally left. I don't know if i can put myself through that again. I want to be with you. I love you so much, but I want to be a person. Not a celebrity. Now I can leave the house without the mess of reporters or fans around, now I can go to work again. Do what I love. You know that that's why I chose to become a chef? Because I want to make people happy, but I can't take the attention or the amount of socialising necessary to be the face of something. I know I can't expect the press people or your fans to back off. It's just hard to be with both Yoongi and Suga. I can only try my best. And I want to try, for you. For us. Let’s just wait? Until the album is out, until the main commotion has died down… Please. I am only just recovering from everything with the broken engagement."

His face drops at your words, and your heart breaks all over again at the sight. Of course, he had hoped to get back together now. And when you break that hope, that hurts like hell. You hate to be the cause of that pain. But your own pain is still too fresh, the hate online, the fans who mobbed you at your workplace, at your home, just to get to know you, understand how you could be good enough for "their" Yoongi. You can't go back to that, not yet. You need a proper break, just living your life here for a bit before you turn it into "BTS Suga's Girlfriend"s life again.

It was after the interview, when you saw the responses online and a glimmer of hope touched your heart, that maybe the two of you could actually get back together. That's when you realised, you had never been your own person in this country. Sure, the relationship had not been public knowledge until a year ago, but you had still enjoyed the comforts of being an Idol's girlfriend. He had shown you the best places, you moved into an apartment he bought for the two of you, he did most of the research for your job, if you were perfectly honest. It had been a thing of necessity, your knowledge of the language still too poor to be able to comfortably converse in it or get the information necessary to work somewhere.

But he doesn't understand that, how could he?

So he is silent,the gears turning in his head almost visible.

"So... You want to take a break?"

"It's not really a break since we are broken up, still. I just want to want to be myself for a while before everything anyone sees is "Suga's Girlfriend" again."

"You're not yourself with me?" The heartbreak is thick on his voice, the look in his eyes almost one of betrayal.

Nothing you say comes out right. Everything just hurts him more. Even though all you want is some time.

"No, my love. I am myself with you, I am better for every second I spend with you next to me. But I am reduced to a role if I am with you. Even though I can be y/n with you, everyone outside sees me as somebody else because of course they do. I can't do my job like I want to simply because every achievement is discredited because I am your girlfriend. I can't go outside in peace because them getting to know me better is more important to them than me having a private life. I just .... I don't know.... I guess, I guess I need to learn how to compartmentalize, how to divide my life into y/n and a separate person, your girlfriend, in public. I am sorry, I just wanna find out who I am. Like, just me. We have been together for so long, I am not sure who I am other than the quiet girl that loves you."

"So.... what you're saying is, you need time? You don't want to be with me now? Even though the fans changed, you're still leaving me?"

"I am not leaving you, Min Yoongi. I will never leave you. You're the love of my life. I moved across the world to be with you and I don't regret any of it. I was overwhelmed by what happened when you told the world we are engaged. It was, it is, too much for me to bear. But I want to learn, I want to be able to bear it so that I can be by your side and love you forever. I just need time. We can see each other, in secret. I just don't want to be your girlfriend in public yet. I want to breathe. To be myself, to be us, like we used to be. Not the stressed out messes we were after we went public."

He just nods, the disappointment still obvious in his eyes.

So you hold his hand, tighter than before and smile at him, only love and hope in your eyes.

The silence between the two of you is sad, yes, but it's also comfortable. You said what you had to say, and he is processing it.

As you sit there, watching him, just looking at the man you love, you see a smile spread on his face. He points up, a small giggle escaping his lips.

"Do you hear this song? It fits too well, don't you think? "Hold me while you wait" it's called, I think."

*This is you, This is me, This is all we need

So won't you stay a while?

And hold me while you wait*

You smile, your heart almost bursting at the sight of him happy.

You missed him, so much more than you thought was possible.

"Can we go home? I just want to be with you. I missed you. Can we just lie next to each other, I felt so lonely since you left."

His face goes blank for a second, the rapper obviously surprised by your request.

"You want to come home with me?" He asks, his voice so soft it's barely audible.

You smile as you answer, squeezing his hand in yours.

"Or you could come with me, You decide."

There's a quiet happiness in how he looks at you after what you say. It makes your heart glow, and reconsider what you said before.

"Okay, I think Jin-hyung is cooking something at my place, the other members are probably also there again, they come over almost every day these days. If you're ok with that we can go and have dinner with them."

"Let's just sit here for a bit longer. I just wanna spend time with you. But yea, we can go eat with the guys later."

So there you sit, hand in hand with your ex, quietly, comfortably, almost back together.

Later that evening, you eat with the other members, and it feels so much like coming back home you almost break down crying.

And that night, you fall asleep back where you belong, in his arms. Holding on to each other while you wait for morning to break.

#bts suga #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts jin #bts jungkook #bts v #bts #bts namjoon #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts imagines #suga x reader #yoongi x reader #bts suga x reader #suga x y/n #yoongi x y/n

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win-bap · 5 years

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Waft [Jongup] Part.2

Pairing: Female Reader X Jongup

Words count: 1961

Genre: Fluff

Not requested

I don’t own the gif

Part.1 / Part.3 / Part.4

Waking up before the sunrise to pack and prepare your camera set, you were in a hurry cause you wanted to film the whole sunrise at the beach.

You went out and it was still dark so you used your phone flash and started setting the tripod but you weren’t sure of the angle so you waited until the light showed on the sky then you adjusted the angle and sat down to watch the sunrise with another camera to take pictures of the beautiful sunrise in a full quietness without anybody near, you felt calm and satisfied that you decided to travel to this island alone and relaxing here.

The sun fully rose so you took a deep breath with a smile and started to pack everything again to return them to your room. You were starving so you headed to the restaurant after you returned everything, you were looking around hoping to see Jongup somewhere and you really found him on the same table you were sitting on last night, which is near to the window, you smiled brightly when you saw him gazing at the beach as if he was waiting for someone, he looked peaceful and admirable so you didn’t hesitate to take a picture of him.

“Good morning” you approached him with a smile

“Good morning“ he smiled cutely and gave you a sign “Please sit”

“Did you eat your breakfast?” you asked as you sat

“No, I was waiting for you” he rested his cheeks on his palm and looked at your eyes directly and his smile still on.

“Oh really?” you lowered your head as your cheeks getting blushed

“Yes, I was watching you taking pictures of the sunrise at the beach” his smile widened.

“You were watching me all the time?!” your eyes widened and your voice got louder.

“I just came here when you were already at the beach and I decided to wait for you so we can have breakfast together” he chuckled

“Thank you” you didn’t know what to say but you were truly touched.

“Shall we go and check the buffet?” he asked after he watched your cute reaction carefully.

“Yes let’s go”

You had a long enjoyable chat and after you finished your breakfast he asked you: “What’s your plan for today?”

“I want to go around the island and take pictures but I don’t know where to go” you giggled

“Then you can come with me if you want, my friend suggested a place to shoot for our brand, he says it’s a really beautiful place”

“Cool! Then let’s go” you were happy to go with him and that he invited you.

Since the island was a small one you walked to your destination and you were listening to him talking about his brand and how everything started with his friends, you enjoyed every word he said and you didn’t notice that you arrived your destination.

“And here we are” he said

“Oh already?” you looked around you, you saw one of the most beautiful scenes you’ve ever seen in your life, the greens everywhere and some trees with pretty flowers and the birds singing but the most thing that impressed you, was the sky and the sea, the clouds were covering the sun every now and then and you can see the blue sky through the clouds, you couldn’t describe how much that scene was perfect so you only stood there admiring the sky.

“Never saw something more beautiful” Jongup said and that made you look at him with your sparkling eyes

“Yes it’s magnificent!” you nodded in excitement, which made him chuckle

“What do you think of shooting here, isn’t a perfect place?” he asked you as he walks around to examine the place.

“No doubt but its depend on your collection” you were already taking pictures without stopping even for a single minute.

“That’s right, I didn’t think about it. So can I show you our collection style?” the way he’s asking you were so cute so you smiled widely and said: “Of course!”

He showed you some of his new collection while you both sat on the grass deciding together about everything and how’s the concept of the shooting gonna be, he was overexcited to tell you about all his ideas and how you agreed on his ideas with new ideas that made him amazed.

You were going back to your resort and suddenly you both went silent

“Thank you, Y/N. I’m really grateful to meet you and to be supported by you” he stopped and looked at your eyes directly and held your hand.

“I’m glad that I was able to help you” you lowered your head in embarrassment.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N, when you take pictures with your camera you seem happy and your smile after you take a good shoot is the prettiest. I really wanted to tell you that you inspired me” he blushed and covered his face a little with his free hand but his eyes were still on you.

“I d-don’t know wha-t to say” you blushed until your face became red.

He chuckled and pat your head “Let’s go back”

Your was heart racing and you couldn’t look at him on the eyes plus your voice faded for a moment so you remained silent all the way back.

When you got back to the resort you both waved goodbye but before you walk away he grabbed your hand

“What’s your room number?” he smiled that cute smile which makes your heart flutter

“209″ you were blushing again and you wanted to punch yourself for blushing every second

“See you later” with that he was no longer in front of you so you headed back to your room and you placed your hand on your cheek to feel if it was warm since you were blushing and it really was.

You took a hot shower and slept deeply cause you were really tired of walking, you wanted to sleep for two hours to eat the dinner.

The sound of the telephone ringing, woke you up to answer with your sleepy voice.

"Hello?"

"Oh sorry did I woke you up?" You can definitely recognize his voice and you were sure that it was Jongup.

You sat and adjust yourself then you answered him after you cleared your throat: “No it’s ok I’m awake”

You heard him chuckle before he says: “That’s good, then can you open the door?”

“Okay” you walked toward the door and open it, you saw a serving trolley and you looked to see who brought it cause you didn’t order anything but the butler talked before you can ask “Mr. Jongup ordered me to brought it to your room. Can I come in ma'am?” you just nodded trying to understand what’s going on.

“Is he coming?” you asked but the butler was no longer there.

You ran to the telephone “Hello?” but the line was cut, you got confused so you dressed up and waited for him to call you or anything but after 5 mins you heard someone knocking the door so you opened the door immediately and there it was Jongup.

“Can I join you for the dinner, ma’am?” he smirked

“Of course Mr. Jongup” you chuckled and opened the door widely so he can get in.

“I’m sorry again for waking you up”

“I have to thank you for waking me up cause I should’ve woke up earlier” you chuckled and you both sat on the sofa.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes I’m starving”

“Shall we eat?” he smiled cutely and you nodded with a smile.

You both start eating then he asked you if he can see the pictures you took today and you agreed.

His eyes sparkled with every picture he sees and he kept compliment you, then he saw the picture you took of him in the morning, you take a look to see what’s the picture that made him smile so beautiful and once you saw it, you blushed.

“Ever since I saw you taking pictures for the first time I thought if you can shoot for my brand? Cause I really like your pictures, they’re so beautiful!” he was excited

“Of course” You were happy that he complimented your pictures and all of that but you were disappointed because you thought he just wanted you to help him and there’re no special feelings so maybe you got it wrong when he said that you’re beautiful.

“Really?! I’m glad that we’re gonna work together” he held your hand tightly from his enjoyment, your heart skipped a beat so you looked aside to avoid his eyes.

“Sorry, did that make you uncomfortable?” he looked worried

“No, it’s ok” you faked a smile

“I will call them to take the trolley and I should go now” he said as he stands up but you grabbed his hand

“Don’t go” you looked at him in the eye and your expression was enough to let him know what you were thinking about but then you realized what you just said so you said: “Oh you must be tired so you should go an-” he cut you

“I want to stay and have a drink with you, can I?” he looked like an adorable puppy

“Why are you asking? I told you don’t go earlier” you giggled.

He called the room service to take the trolley and to bring some wine.

“So when we’re going to shoot for your brand?”

“The next week because there’s something I have to do before shooting”

“I see, so you choose the models?”

“Yes, everything is already prepared and now we have a great camera woman”

Someone knocked on the door and that means the wine is here, Jongup opened the door and the butler got in with another trolley but this time it’s full of all kind of wines.

Jongup poured two glasses of wine and sat beside you after he handed you one of the glasses.

“It’s been a while since the last time I drunk some wine” he said after he took a sip and it was obvious that he’s satisfied

“Yes and it’s so tasty” you agreed

“Should we play some music in the background?” he suggested

“It’s a great idea!”

“Let me show you my favorite list” he smiled like a little child in excitement and got closer to you so you can see his playlist and then when you saw Ed Sheeran song “Castle On The Hill” you said: “Oh I love this song”

“Yes it gives me a beautiful feeling, I don’t know how to describe it” you nodded with a smile and said “I know what you mean”

He played the song so you started singing and he joined you as you both looking at each other and smiling widely though you know your singing is not that good but you were happy and who cares.

He looked at your happy form and his heart was falling, falling for you. His hand was on yours as he gets closer to you the next song played and it was “Perfect” at the perfect moment, his other hand was placed on your cheek and his face was inches away from yours, your heart was beating fast and your face became warmer, he smiled while his eyes locked on yours, you were smiling but the next moment your eyes were closed and your lips met to kiss each other.

A/N: It may become 4 parts, I’m not sure yet

This the 100th post!! Yay!

#baplibrary #bap #b.a.p #bap reactions #bap scenarios #moon jongup #jongup #jong up #jongup scenario #bapnet #ts #kpop #k-pop #kpop scenarios

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rosyjimiin-archive · 6 years

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°˖✧Yoonseok fic rec ✧˖°

✧ Multichapter ✧

➸ often a sweetness by deuxoiseaux (Alternate Universe - Non-Famous || Fake/Pretend Relationship)

Word count: 73,364

Chapters: 8/8

the "you need a plus-one for your sister's wedding so i'm going as a favor but there's been a misunderstanding and now your whole family thinks we're dating" au

➸ 24 hours by trulyfine (ssstrychnine) (Alternate Universe - Non-Famous )

Word count: 46,048

Chapters: 10/10

yoongi meets hoseok in a 24 hour laundromat the night after moving to seoul

➸ Let's Try and Try Again by forjimin (Alternate Universe - College/University)

Word count: 102,035

Chapters: 21/21

Hoseok and Yoongi are childhood friends who have always found comfort in one another. Soon Yoongi's past, and Hoseok's present causes conflict for the pair

➸ Underneath the Starless Nights by sophia7 (Canon AU, also my fav yoonseok fic ever)

Word count: 72,253

Chapters: 8/8

Hoseok is in love and doesn’t know how to deal with it.

➸ This Is Love by endearings (Alternate Universe - Prostitution)

Word count: 17,670

Chapters: 3/3

Sleepy eyes and silver hair, chapped lips and pale skin, shivering hands and a raspy voice.

“Please,” he croaks, and he’s shaking, a sheer black top and tight jeans useless against the chill of a winter night. “Please, I- I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.”

“No.”

Hoseok tries not to feel too guilty as he says it.

➸ The Still Point (Of The Turning World) by inkingbrushes

Word count: 74,943

Chapters: 2/2

Because Yoongi doesn't know how this started, or how this will end, but he knows this simple fact: he knows that there is a love between them that is much fiercer than the burning sun. There is that love then, and there is that love now, and surely there will be that same love the next time.

(Or: the one where they're reincarnated over and over again and Yoongi meets a different version of Hoseok every time but Yoongi is the only one that remembers.)

➸ Been Tryin' Hard Not To Get Into Trouble But I Got War On My Mind by orphan_account (doubleagent!yoongi || Racer!Hoseok)

Word count: 56,778

Chapters: 17/17

Ace agent Min Yoongi is sent to go undercover and infiltrate backstreet racer-cum-heist-leader Jung Hoseok (code name: JHope)’s group of misfits, figure out their big plan, and bring them in. He’s counting on his info, his car skills, and his wits, but what he doesn’t count on is that the gang is loveable and Hoseok’s smile rivals any high he’s ever gotten from being on the job.

Somewhere along the line, Min Yoongi finds himself having to choose between love and duty, his job and the open road

✧ One-shots ✧

➸ this feeling (this everglow), by inkingbrushes (Bakery AU || band au)

Hoseok works at a bakery and Yoongi is 1/3 of the country's biggest band.

Or: the one where they fall in love at a bakery and Yoongi ends up writing a song about it.

Word count: 17,613

➸ sew your heart to my sleeve by inkingbrushes (Alternate Universe - College/University)

Yoongi kisses Hoseok to shut him up and it definitely should be weird but funny enough, it's wonderful instead.

Word count: 8,071

➸ Down For Your Rhythm by taethereal (Alternate Universe - College/University || Friends to Lovers)

Word count: 17,285

It's the accent that caught Yoongi's attention, that rough Gwangju sound that raises goosebumps on his arms. It's funny though, he thinks, that with such an intense sound, the words the rapper is spitting are vaguely... hopeful. All about the music and hip hop and life, nothing negative, no sign of the jadedness that so often captures the minds of underground rappers and consumes them. He doesn't just move across the stage, he glides, dancing, actually dancing, as he finishes up the rhyme. It's definitely not the type of thing Yoongi sees in this place very often- someone who hasn't been crushed under the weight of the struggle to just get noticed.

He isn't sure if he's jealous or just hates the kid.

➸ a question of luck by bazooklets (bazooka)

Word count: 4,654

It all started, Hoseok was pretty sure, when he was in his last year of college - and his body had gone on strike after way too many years of abusing it through cram school and tests and all nighters to finish papers at the last minute. It all started when he'd had six hours of sleep over five days and fell into bed and stared at the ceiling. It all started, Hoseok was pretty damn sure, with The Guy.

In which Hoseok has insomnia, and Yoongi has a really really nice voice.

➸ Mint Yoongi by imasinner

Word count: 5,303

AU where Min Yoongi is a model from Big Hit Agency and Jung Hoseok is a professional hair stylist. Yoongi hates bleaching his hair, and Hoseok massages Yoongi's head for longer than is probably necessary. Hoseok might be a little too gay to deal with a stunning male model.

➸ Your Voice (My Lullaby) by aloharussia (Canon AU)

Word count: 9,926

Hoseok starts to think of whatever might have caused this. There wasn’t anything specific bothering him. There weren’t any fights or disturbances within the group. All of it he could blame on stress, but even so the last times he’s gotten to the point of breaking down with stress he was still able to rest, albeit with small amounts.

Or; Hoseok can’t seem to fall asleep, and the only thing that can ease him into it is Yoongi’s voice.

➸ And My Dick Takes Over, And I'm Thinking 'Bout Your Lips by lilit2468 (Canon AU)

Word count: 4,905

When Hoseok first hears Yoongi’s part in Cypher pt 3, his brain breaks.

Hoseok loves little people. Hoseok loves filth. Hoseok loves cute voices. Hoseok loves angry voices. Hoseok loves getting his cock sucked sloppy.

Min Yoongi is a little person with an angry voice that suddenly switches into a high, lispy, slurry voice as he begins rapping about oral sex. It’s filthy and intense but still cute, in a way. Not cute in the way that puppies are cute, but cute in the way that has Hoseok thinking Yoongi would be adorable whilst getting fucked until he cried.

Hoseok wants.

#yoonseok #sope #yoonseok fic rec #sope fic rec #jung hoseok #min yoongi #these are my faves #I ll add more as I read ones that I like <3

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becuztaelien · 6 years

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BTS REACTION

So… Hi everyone! This my first piece of writing, so yea, be nice lol.

They surprise you while you’re on tour (you’re a really well known idol)

Kim Seokjin

The entire stage was dark except for the single spotlight on me as I sang possibly the most emotional song on my album; ‘Endlessly’. It was obviously for Jin, my beautiful boyfriend of almost 2 years; about the way I loved him, about our future together, about how I wasn’t perfect, but perfect for him.

I finished the second chorus and closed my eyes not able to help thinking about Jin through the soft piano instrumental. I lightly rocked back and forth lost in his eyes that I wasn’t even looking at. I was probably missing him too much because I felt two strong arms wrap around my figure, a familiar head resting on my shoulder, wow I can even feel his touch now. Slowly turning around, I gasped at the sight of Jin’s closed eyes and worldwide handsome face on my shoulder he looks so real and just so goddamn perfect I’ve definitely lost it, if the fans hadn’t gone wild I would have actually thought I’d lost my mind.

“Jin?!” I squealed not realising it was straight into the microphone, Jin stayed in his position and lightly hummed in my ear, okay he is definitely real ohmygod. “Jin what are you doing here, wait how did you get here-?” He put a single finger on my lips, clearly I was babbling unable to contain my excitement I’m in Australia, what the heck did he just come all the way here???

“Shhh, I couldn’t wait 2 more weeks to see you, it’s been too long”

Min Yoongi

I was walking towards my dressing room, ready to change and go home after 3 hours of singing, dancing, bad jokes and a LOT of laughs. Although I love doing concerts, I must admit, by the end of them I’m too worn out to function.

I quickly bowed to the staff around, thanking them for their hard work as usual and stumbled into my dressing room. Taking off my leather jacket, I threw it on to the couch without looking around, my eyes were barely open, this is what 2 hours of sleep feels like I thought.

“Ow!” you spun around absolutely baffled by the slight of your boyfriend slowly getting up from the couch with sleepy eyes.

“Yoongi?!”

“After I flew 10 hours here and waited 3 hours for you, this is what I get? Jacket to the face?” he said holding up said jacket and the rubbing at where it hit him. Even though I had barely an ounce of energy left in me, I ran over to him immediately, practically collapsing in his arms; shooketh and excited but still too tired to move properly.

“I’m sorryyyyyyyy Yoonglessssss” my obviously half assed apology along with hysteric laughing earned a tired ‘whatever’ from him. I stayed still for a while, not wanting to do anything but lie in his arms for the rest of eternity. Just as I was about to drift off into sleep; Yoongi reached up and held my face in his music genius hands and gently placed a kiss on my forehead.

“Hey” he said and I grinned widely at his soft smile and sleepy eyes of course he would be sleeping in my dressing room after that 10-hour journey.

“Hi” I said burying my face in his neck and closing my eyes again.

“Ya! Don’t go to sleep her-”

“You should have come sooner.” Even though I cut him off mid-sentence, which he absolutely hates, I felt a gummy smile against my neck followed by a hum of approval.

“I should have, shouldn’t I?” It had only been 1 week since my tour began, what are we gonna do with each other?

Jung Hoseok

Being musicians and lovers at the same time Hobi and I had recorded a couple of songs together however, since I was on tour by myself, I couldn’t help but feel a little upset when singing a song in which his part was just left as half a minute of silence from my lips.

As his part of the song approached my smile started to fade, I knew I had to be strong for the fans since there wasn’t much more time left until the tour ended anyway you’re gonna see him again soon, just keep it together y/n I thought to myself.

I was about to mouth the silent lyrics when I heard someone singing Hoseok’s part, as a matter of fact I heard Hoseok singing Hoseok’s part I spun round to see my sunshine walking towards me with open arms and a blinding smile oh my god Jung-J-Hoseok-Hobi-Hope.

The excited screams from the fans were louder than they had ever been but somehow I couldn’t hear anything but the sound of his beautiful voice. I ran towards him at the speed of light and allowed myself to be enveloped in his strong embrace feeling the soft vibrations of his voice against my forehead.

He finished his line and looked at me adoringly, ready to sing our shared and final chorus but being Hobi, he didn’t start before screaming into the mic first.

“SURPRISE Y/N!!!!!!” wow he is the literal definition of perfection what did I do to deserve this angel ohmygod he dyed his hair black ohmygodohmygod OKAY CALM DOWN AND SPEAK but before I could even open my mouth, he turned towards the fans and screamed again.

“I think you’ve borrowed my jagiya for too long so after this song I’m taking her back” I have officially melted.

Kim Namjoon

One of the staff members had just come in to let me know I had 10 minutes left to go on stage. I quickly checked myself in the mirror to make sure I looked my absolute best, after all it was the final concert after which I could fly back home to my boyfriend who I had left alone for a little over 2 months. He’s not actually alone though, I mean he lives with 6 other guys, he’s probably been occupied.

The knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts as I waited for someone to notify me of how long I had left, upon not hearing anything, I turned away from the full length mirror, walking towards the door, I opened it confused as to why whoever was on the other side wasn’t saying anything.

“Yes wha-” I was cut off as a tall figure lifted me off my feet and into a tight hug, the familiar scent flooded my senses and I realised what was happening Namjoon.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait any longer” did he really just apologise for making me the happiest girl on the planet? Namjoon wasn’t usually an outwardly clingy boyfriend so his words surprised me a little but I couldn’t help but smile at them, not admitting I absolutely loved this side of him.

“You just stole my line” I said hugging him back twice as hard, when he let out a slight grunt of pain I loosened my grip and we both stood staring at each other; his hands resting on my waist and mine on his neck. I thought if perfect moments exist, this tops all the charts.

“Y/N ON STAGE IN 2 MINUTES” I take that thought back… I gripped his shirt, all my strength concentrated in my fist obviously not wanting to let him go.

“AISH it’s okay it’s okay I waited this long already, I can wait another 2 and a half hours-” it seemed more like he was trying to convince himself rather than me, “-go blow that crowd away” he said kissing my temple and giving me the universal ‘Go get em tiger’ nod. I pouted and quickly pecked -or what I thought was ‘pecked’- his lips before running off.

“See you after the concert Joonie!!!” I said leaving him flustered with a bright red mark on his lips, yep it definitely takes more than a peck for lipstick to stain.

Park Jimin

(Before you read Jimin’s watch the first 35 seconds of this to understand what I’m talking about https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lc9lfT4L6T0 )

As a pop/hip-hop singer I had a good amount of ‘hype’ songs with intense choreography, which obviously took days and days to perfect unlike Jimin who could memorise choreo in about an hour or two. All through the first verse of the song I kept thinking about how Jimin would be able to learn it in seconds and do it a hundred times better than me, which inevitably led me to think about him in general and miss him even more.

Right before the chorus was about to start someone jumped out from within the stage and landed gracefully right in front of me, what just happened? But from one look at his blonde hair I already knew who it was. The moment he landed, he immediately started dancing to the music that blasted from behind my frozen figure. Is that…?

“KEEP SINGING JAGI” Jimin screamed, turning his head ever so slightly with his half-moon eye smile on full display. Yep that’s Park freaking Jimin and… he just jumped out from inside the goddamn stage and started dancing to the song I was just thinking he would be good at dancing to…wow.

“Jimin??!! OH MY GOD” I yelled back before going up next to him and dancing along with him. The fact that he was dancing to my song with my choreography but 100 times better than me was definitely something only he was capable of. The entire atmosphere changed and the energy from the fans tripled, but somehow all I could focus on was Jimin; the way he moved his body so smoothly to the rhythm, the way he mouthed the lyrics, the way he just looked, his presence alone was suddenly so breath-taking, have I really been dating this piece of art for 2 years?

The second the song ended I jumped into his arms, tightly wrapping my legs around his waist and of course he did his signature full body laugh in that exact moment causing the both of us to fall on the stage. From the sound of the crowd losing their minds alone, I realised that I fell right on top of Jimin. I tried to get off but Jimin grabbed my thighs and pulled me back down onto him, looking me directly in the eye.

“What did you eat? You look 10 times more beautiful than the last time I saw your face” I probably blushed really hard because he started laughing and pinched my cheeks lightly.

“Jajangmyeon…” I replied with the most genuine smile I had given in a while.

Kim Taehyung

I was missing my boyfriend like crazy and ever since my tour had begun, both of our schedules just got so packed, there was barely enough time to text let alone call. Right after singing the song I wrote for him, I felt especially needy, the only thing keeping me from actual depression was the sight of my ecstatic fans along the thought that I only had to wait 3 more weeks until I could see him again.

“Look at all your beautiful faces! Ah! Wow! So much beauty focussing just on me? I should go to jail for this” I said genuinely, my statement of course earned very loud ‘NO’ from them along with incoherent sentences telling me they don’t deserve me. No more like I don’t deserve all of your love I thought, here I am thinking about my boyfriend right in front of thousands of my adoring fans, who are the actual reason for all of my success, it almost felt like cheating. It was a well-known fact that I had one of the most beautiful fans in the whole world, maybe I just attract beautiful people… like Tae I thought ughhhh STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM.

“So what punishment should you receive for neglecting this beauty for 6 weeks?” A bright light shone on one of the high platforms on the stage which I didn’t even realise was there until I spun round and gasped, my heart skipping multiple beats at the sight of Kim Taehyung –the man I was trying not to think about- pointing to himself with the most adorable pout I had ever seen on a human being.

“TAE?!!” I barely managed to choke out, too over whelmed and awestruck by the current situation when a familiar song started playing and I saw all of the members enter the stage as the platform with my boyfriend began to lower. HOLY SHET!!! WHAT??? OMG HOBI, JOON, KOOK, YOONGS, CHIM, JINNIE!!!!!!! HOW ARE THEY ALL HERE AND TAE??? WTF IS HAPPENING?!

“Yo, yo girl, I wanna, I wanna tell you this, that you’re ma… miss right” Joon started singing and I immediately covered my mouth trying to hide the ginormous smile forming on my face, TALK ABOUT THROWBACK. Slight tears began to tickle eyes at the sight of my best friends stood around me singing. Tae finally reached the stage and started walking towards me, the timing as perfect as him, wow talk about elegant.

“Yes you’re my only girl, neoneun naege choego” he sang and immediately after, took me into his strong embrace, members still singing around us while the fans went wild. Apart from the sound of 6 beautiful voices all that could be heard was loud wolf whistles and it made me happy to think I had fans who supported my relationship and cheered me on rather than give him hate because of jealousy they were truly the best. Tae pulled away lightly and placed his forehead on mine, he gave me the most panty-dropping stare ever before moving his lips next to my ear.

“Next time you go for this long I’m gonna sue you”

Jeon Jungkook

The concert was finished, I stood at the front of the stage seeing the crying faces of my beloved fans. Although we had spent near enough 3 hours together, it was obviously not enough, it was never enough, even for me. These were the people who supported me, put their time, and money into me just because they believed in me; if I had the chance I would take them all out to dinner just to thank them for everything they’ve done for me.

“Did you all have a good time?” I asked grabbing a bottle of water, half out of breath from the recent dancing and singing.

“YES!!!” they all screamed back in union without any hesitation, this always put the widest, toothiest smile ever on my face, it just made me so happy to be able to be the person who brought joy and happiness in their lives even if just for a little while.

“Ah me too! I wish I could stay longer… maybe I can…should I stay?

I was expecting another loud ‘yes’ but this time they all stood silent; some covering their mouths others just staring with a blank expression. Furrowing my eyebrows, I was about to speak into the mic when a loud “NO” sounded through the speakers. I spun round, so fast my hair hit me in the face, quickly brushing it away, I finally understood the obscure reaction from my fans; there… near the exit of the stage… stood Jeon Jungkook. He was carrying what seemed to be all my bags with utmost ease and I definitely didn’t miss the way the tank top he was wearing made sure his muscles were on full display.

“You’ve already spent more than 2 months with them, that’s exactly one sixth of the time we’ve been together.” It took a second for me to fully come to terms with the fact that my boyfriend had just flown 10 hours to see me and also did he really just do math? I tried to make sense of his odd use of fractions when it hit me. It was today.

“Happy one year jagiya” Kookie said pulling out a massive bouquet of roses from behind his back, I was too shooketh to say anything and simply stood there dumbfounded. “Joon-hyung may have helped construct that last sentence” he said lightly scratching his head and giving me his signature bunny smile.

Jeon Jungkook… just voluntarily did math… for me… wow.

So yeaaaaa hope you all liked it, and if you want me to write more just send me an ask yayyy! Btw I’m Ash.

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supaliaxpress · 7 years

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Hi! Is it fine if you recommend any kdrama from this year? I already watched Goblin btw >_

Hey there! I’m so sorry for the late reply. I’ve been so busy with college and post-graduation plans. D:

I would love to recommend 2017 kdramas for you. Here a few that I recommend and they’re not in any particular order. I’ve included a brief summary of the dramas that I absolutely recommend, to help give you an idea what the drama is about. I hope you find some to your liking!

1. Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

I really liked this drama! If you’re looking for a fun, quirky, and cute drama to pass your time – then this drama is perfect for that! It will not fail to make you laugh and smile. In general, I love Park Bo Young and she does an amazing job of playing Do Bong Soon. Plus, how can you pass up a drama with both Ji Soo and Park Hyung Sik as the male actors? This drama is about the heroine, Do Bong Soon, who’s born with awesome super strength that is passed down to the women in her family. On the other hand, Bong Soon wants to be an elegant and graceful woman, the ideal woman of her childhood crush In Guk Doo, unlike being unruly and brawn. Her dream is to create a video game with herself as the main character. She lands a job being the bodyguard of the CEO of a gaming company, Ahn Min Hyuk. However, one day, a series of kidnapping occur in Bong Soon’s neighborhood and she becomes determined to catch the culprit, with the help of Min Hyuk, after her friend was almost kidnapped.

2. Chicago Typewriter

I’ve recommended it before and I’m going to continue to recommend it because this drama highly deserves the praise. Lol… all I can say is that this drama is the definition of friendship, love, and loyalty. I freaking balled my eyes out, not because of the romance, but because of the friendship!!! This drama is about a writer who experiences a “slump” while writing his book, but two important people come into his life and help him write it… while also a bit of reincarnation and time traveling to the 1930s during the Japanese occupation in Korea. One thing that may tick you off a bit is the main guy’s temper, but after that… he’s an adorable cute floof ball entranced by love.

3. Tomorrow With You

Though I never finished writing my review for this drama… I still recommend it because it has a really beautiful story. Plus, I love Shin Min A. The story is about a CEO of an estate company, Yoo So Joon, who can travel through time via riding the subway. He foresees his future self and a woman, Song Ma Rin, in a terrible accident. He decides to marry Ma Rin in order to avoid that fate. The drama is kinda slow, but the story is very well written and organized.

4. Duel

I’m still watching this drama, but damn is it good that it lands in my recommendation list for kdramas 2017. Probably one of the best crime and mystery dramas I’ve watched in a while! The story follows the Chief of the Crime Squad, Jang Deuk Cheon. His daughter is kidnapped and the suspect is a human clone. I haven’t seen the ending yet… but I totally recommend this drama if being on the edge of your seat and suspense is your cup of tea!

5. Queen of Mystery

Another great crime and mystery drama, “Queen of Mystery” is about a bored housewife, Yoo Seol Ok, who is passionate about solving crimes by reading mystery novels. She has always wanted to become a detective, but gave up on her dream and married her husband who is a prosecutor. But one day, she gets involved in a real case and solves it, which leads her to team with detective Ha Wan Seung.

6. My Secret Romance

I have mixed feelings about this drama, lol. I enjoyed watching it, however, the main guy character’s supreme “male alpha-ness” was overbearing sometimes. Don’t get me wrong though, the main guy was really sweet; I’m a sucker for guys who “fall in love at first sight” and “head over heels” for the girl. Probably one of the best rom-com so far in 2017. The story is about a nutritionist, Lee Yoo Mi, and a director of an underwear company, Cha Jin Wook, who have a one-night stand that would change their lives forever. If you like cheesy and cute romance with the cliche drama, this is a funny drama to laugh about and pass time with a friend who is also a romantic. Lastly, the art is absolutely amazing (art goals T__T)!!!

7. Hospital Ship

This is the drama I’m currently watching… and I am absolutely obsessed about this drama (not only because I want to go to medical school >.>). I love the actors and actresses, but this is Min Hyuk’s FIRST LEAD ROLE!! Anyways, even if you’re not a fan of Min Hyuk, this drama is a little different from your typical drama, as it focuses more on the professional life of being a doctor. Other people have different opinions because they complain there’s not enough romance, which I argue because the romance is not the focal point of the story; it’s more about the stories of each character and their struggles in their professions. There’s actually romance, you just have to be patient. It follows a team of young doctors who travel on the hospital ship to treat patients. Particularly, a genius surgeon, Song Eun Jae, who is a strong and independent woman, joins the team after an incident at the Seoul hospital. There, she meets Kwak Hyun, a doctor of internal medicine, who is the son of the highly regarded physician known as the “Korean Schweitzer,” but he wants to become a good doctor different from his father. Overall, I think this drama is great so far with the character development, especially if you like dramas that portray a more realistic approach to the professions of the characters. This aspect is actually one thing that really annoys me sometimes in kdramas, they’ll throw in a medical profession for the main character just for convenience, but not accurately write out the profession (*coughs* The Bride of Habaek *coughs*). Please give this drama a chance, especially if you like good character development and awesome medical action! And it’s an added bonus if you love Min Hyuk and Ha Ji Won!!!! ^__^

8. Rebel: Thief of the People

Oh man, this drama is AWESOME! One of the best Hong Gil Dong storylines I’ve seen. Full of action, thriller scenes, and a kickass historical drama… Rebel is a must see… especially if you love historical dramas. The writing is spectacular and the characters are all well developed/written. Set during the reign of the tyrant King Yeonsangun, the story follows Hong Gil Dong who is the son of a servant who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. The story tells the journey of Hong Gil Dong becoming Joseon’s first revolutionary activist. There are 30 episodes, but trust me, you’ll wish it was longer. The plot is not your typical predictable historical dramas and will keep you on the edge of your seat.

9. Tunnel

This must be the year of crime and mystery kdramas!!! Tunnel is about a cop, Detective Park Gwang Ho, who enters a tunnel, in the year of 1986, chasing a killer and ends up time traveling thirty years into the future in the year of 2017. The serial killer has resumed his killings and it’s up to Gwang Ho, with Detective Kim Sun Jae and Professor of Criminal Psychology Shin Jae Yi, to catch this killer. Each episode always kept me at the edge of my seat begging for the next episode – really great and suspenseful cliffhangers!

Special Mentions: (Dramas I’ve watched but not going to give a brief description because I’m lazy, but highly recommend them too)

My Only Love Song (Historical, comedy, romance): Watch this if you love Lee Jong Hyun and Gong Seung Yeon from “We Got Married”

Circle: Two Worlds Connected (Crime/mystery, comedy, romance)

Defendant (Crime/mystery, thriller/suspense)

Save Me (Crime, Revenge, Thriller, Action, School)

Normal Mentions: (Dramas I’ve watched but not going to give a brief description, but they were enjoyable enough for me to recommend)

Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo (Sports, comedy, romance)

The Bride of Habaek (Fantasy, comedy, romance)

Lovely Love Lie (Music, Romance, comedy)

Ruler: Master of the Mask (Historical, Romance, Action)

Blind Recommendations: (Dramas on my to-watch list and recommended to me by other people)

Band of Sisters (Family, Melodrama)

Suspicious Partner (Action/thriller, Crime/mystery, comedy, romance)

Doctor Romantic (Medical, melodrama, romance): This is definitely on my “to watch list”!!!!

Voice (Melodrama, mystery/thriller, crime, action)

While you were Sleeping (Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Romance): This just started (Suzy and Lee Jong Suk) and I’ve heard pretty good comments about it so far

And as always, my #1 2017 Kdrama recommendation for those who have not seen it or just need a good rewatch….. drumroll…. is Goblin!!!!!!!! (lol still gonna add this cause it’s my bias >.

#Kdrama Recommendations #Kdrama #Kdrama Recs #Kdrama list #Strong Woman Do Bong Soon #Tomorrow With You #Chicago Typewriter #My secret romance #Duel #Queen of Mystery #Tunnel #Hospital Ship #Rebel Thief of the people #2017 Kdramas List #SupaliaReplies #SupaliaRecs #Anonymous

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taekookismylifeline · 6 years

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(yoonseok) - trust my heart when it beats for you

ao3: (x)

Summary: Jung Hoseok has had an awkward Thing for Min Yoongi for four years of his school life. He is certain that the only thing that gets in the way of them and everlasting love is the fact that Min Yoongi doesn't know he exists, but that all changes due to one drunken text message: a pick-up line. Ready to flee to another country under a false identity in mortification, he finds himself ruining their blossoming friendship and confessing when Yoongi asks why Hoseok had tried to flirt with him. However, things take a turn after his confession when Yoongi starts to (awkwardly) flirt back.

Pairings: Yoonseok, Taekook and Namjin

Chapters: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8), (9), (10), (11)

Chapter Twelve - his kisses drench me in gold but i can't be his to hold

Lunch was fairly nice, the food was good and the company was better. After Taehyung had recovered from his initial embarrassment and Jeongguk had gotten over his nervousness, the four had struck up an interesting conversation that ranged from the subject of the right sauces to use with certain dishes to the topic of school and the teachers.

“You don’t really have to study as much as they tell you to. If you did, you wouldn’t be out with us.” Taehyung was insistent on dealing out wisdom to Jeongguk, seemingly ignorant to the fact that Yoongi had given Jeongguk the same advice. “But maybe when you get to your last year you should revise a little bit more because the teachers start checking.”

Jeongguk shot him an impish grin. “Then why are you not revising right now?”

Hoseok let a low whistle as if Jeongguk had just challenged Taehyung to a fisticuff. Yoongi was too busy trying to combine his noodles with the vegetables on the side of his plate to watch Taehyung’s reaction.

“Well, I - I don’t need to - Jeongguk, stop calling me out!” Taehyung laughed. Yoongi looked up long enough to see Jeongguk screwing up his nose to laugh, his head tilted backwards.

Yoongi looked to Hoseok who immediately pretended as if he wasn’t watching Yoongi or his eating habits. Deciding to test his theory whilst the other two were distracted with each other, he kicked Hoseok’s leg that was resting near his. Hoseok’s eyes met his, etched with concern that Yoongi had to dismiss. He signalled with a tilt of his head to Jeongguk and Taehyung, who were now talking – or, to put it more accurately, trying to impress each other – about their gym schedules. Hoseok followed his gaze, frowned slightly and then quirked his eyebrows when he realised what Yoongi was getting at. He turned back to Yoongi with such ferocity that it was a wonder he hadn’t broken his neck, he held amusement and child-like curiosity in his eyes.

Hoseok discreetly formed a heart with his hands, not that he needed to do so in secret; Jeongguk and Taehyung were so caught up in each other that they probably wouldn’t have noticed if a meteor crashed through the window. Yoongi smiled, so his theory was correct, Taehyung did like Jeongguk – not that it wasn’t obvious, but it was made more obvious by when Hoseok had asked him through messaging yesterday if Jeongguk was interested in anyone since he had broken up with his girlfriend. It was extremely reminiscent of how Jeongguk had spammed him with questions to ask Taehyung through him when he had told the other about him talking to Hoseok online.

His phone buzzed in his pocket but he was going to ignore it until Hoseok lightly nudged him from under the table and then pointed to his own phone. Hoseok had sent him a message.

‘if they don’t get 2gether by the end, is it up 2 us to do something about it?’

Yoongi considered the message, flicking his eyes upwards to watch the interaction between Taehyung and Jeongguk. It was harder to make out Jeongguk being sat right next to him, but he had a perfect view of Taehyung whose eyes were shining and a smile that looked like it was permanent. This was their first time meeting and talking, though, it was improbable that the two would begin dating immediately after, so perhaps they would have to meet up again on their own. After this meeting, Jeongguk would most definitely be nervous about approaching Taehyung again, so he would need a nudge.

He replied back. ‘Yeah, we need to get them to agree to meet alone.’

Hoseok must have been anticipating a response because he received a new message at lightning speed. ‘okay sounds good! We’re modern day cupids hahaha’.

Yoongi chuckled, shoving his phone back into his pocket when Jeongguk looked over at him, a smile remaining on his face from a joke that Taehyung had just told. His attention was diverted almost immediately as Taehyung began talking about music when a new song started to play on the radio. Hoseok looked at him and winked, throwing a glance over at the other two.

Hoseok managed to drag them into a conversation between the four of them again but it barely lasted an hour before Jeongguk received a message from his mum which alerted him that he needed to be back home.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got to head back. It’s been great meeting you both! Yoongi, it was alright seeing you,” he added the latter part with a cheeky smile as he pulled on his coat. Taehyung laughed manically and began slapping Hoseok’s arm, who was bent over in laughter.

Yoongi shot him a deadpan look. “Leave.” Hoseok kicked him under the table and almost slid to the floor in tears of amusement.

Jeongguk smiled at him, nodded at Hoseok and flushed at Taehyung, who sobered up from his laughing fit. “Are you taking the bus?” Jeongguk nodded, looking uncertain. Taehyung practically leapt to his feet and succeeded in almost knocking his chair over. “I’ll come with you, if that’s alright, I’m taking the bus back, too.”

Jeongguk looked like he had just been granted eternal happiness. He virtually glowed. His smile grew and his eyes softened. “Yeah, that’s fine.” His voice was slightly shaky, though, ridden with nerves.

Taehyung placed his money on the table and Jeongguk fumbled in his wallet for his part of the bill before Taehyung stopped him. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ve got this.” Taehyung’s fingers were shaking slightly as he clanked some coins onto the dish but Jeongguk didn’t appear to notice, his eyes fixed on Taehyung’s face like he was looking into the eyes of a martyr.

“Are – are you sure?” Jeongguk stumbled over his words, a goofy smile spreading across his face.

“Yeah,” Taehyung breathed out, seemingly entranced by Jeongguk’s eyes, before a part of him seemed to reawaken. “Yeah, it’s fine, you can... You can get it next time.” A sense of hope decorated Taehyung’s mouth as it quirked into a smile.

Jeongguk looked as if he were about to faint as he tittered softly. He mumbled his goodbyes and took a step towards the exit with Taehyung glued to his side, their arms rubbing together conspicuously. They didn’t look back when leaving the café, not even once.

Yoongi felt as if he had just witnessed amateur soft porn, and darting a glance at Hoseok he was certain that he felt the same way.

“And I thought we were bad,” Yoongi mused, laughing as he witnessed the mortified expression crossing onto Hoseok’s face.

“I just watched my best friend have eye sex,” Hoseok whispered in disgust.

Yoongi creased with laughter and only attempted to cease when Hoseok laughed with him, observing him with warm eyes, drinking in Yoongi’s features. It was too intimate, yet, Yoongi found himself wanting it to continue. He ripped back from when he had bent over to laugh on the surface of the table. “I’ll text Jeongguk later to see if anything happened. I won’t tell him that Taehyung likes him, don’t worry,” he added as Hoseok opened his mouth with a worried expression.

“Phew, thanks,” Hoseok sighed in relief, evidently giving into his instinct to trust people. He slanted forwards, curiosity flashing in his eyes. “I’m curious, though. How long has Jeongguk liked Taehyung?”

Yoongi scrunched up his nose in thought. “Well, I’m not too certain, I don’t know exactly when he did, he’s private about certain things. He told me the middle of last year, so maybe he started liking Taehyung when the fifth and sixth years did that reading thing for the younger years, he must have seen Taehyung there. Or maybe he’s liked him longer.” Hoseok nodded and blew upwards into his fringe, ruffling it slightly. Yoongi’s eyes were drawn to his hair, and then to his pouted lips. He ripped his eyes away in double quick time and cleared his throat. “What about Taehyung?”

Hoseok laughed. “Oh, man, where do I begin? I think Taehyung’s liked him ever since the second year, but he probably realised it in the third year or something like that. Kinda like how I realised I liked you in the fourth year.” Hoseok expressing his feelings in such a casual way caused Yoongi’s face to flush somewhat. “Are you blushing?” Hoseok was smiling again and Yoongi’s heartbeat increased but he put it down to how much blood must be flooding up to his face.

“No,” Yoongi answered defiantly but there was no point in it as Hoseok had already clocked on and was grinning obnoxiously wide. He needed to change the subject, rapidly, before Hoseok teased him and the feelings within him confused themselves. “You know Seokjin, don’t you?”

Hoseok was still smiling but he allowed the conversation to be diverted. He nodded enthusiastically. “Jin? Yeah, I’ve known him ever since I was little. He, Tae, Jimin and I all went to the same primary school. Do you know him?” Yoongi pondered as to what Hoseok would have looked like when he was little, a lot shorter and less broad, with a gummy smile and wild hair probably. He made a mental note to ask Hoseok for a picture.

He shook his head. “No, I’ve only heard about him from Namjoon.”

Hoseok’s eyes grew to a threatening size like they were about to fall out of their sockets. It was quite comical, Yoongi couldn’t stop a smile from taking over his face. “Oh, yeah! At Jin’s party, Namjoon was there, do they know each other?”

Yoongi snorted at Hoseok’s ignorance. It was sort of cute. “Well, I hope so, otherwise they’d be dating complete strangers.” At his words Hoseok’s mouth flew open and his eyebrows disappeared into his hair. It was a hilarious sight, he burst out laughing.

“They’re dating?” Hoseok practically screeched. “Why hasn’t Seokjin said anything to me?”

Yoongi shrugged and raised his eyebrows, a smile lingering on his face. “Maybe he was waiting for the right moment. He’s just started university, hasn’t he? He’s probably busy.”

“How long have they been dating?” Hoseok demanded to know, it was as if his world was falling apart with this new-found knowledge.

“At least a month now,” Yoongi supplied. “They were paired together to represent the school in that science competition last year, Namjoon asked him out a few weeks after but Seokjin turned him down, something to do with exams and him not knowing how to be with someone, but they didn’t start dating until a month ago when Seokjin asked him out.”

Hoseok was sulking now, “I’m gonna message him. I’ll give him hell for not telling us anything.” Yoongi snickered at this display of immaturity. “You know what? I bet he was waiting until they get married or something, just to invite us and be like: ‘Oh, didn’t you know? I’m dating Namjoon!’” Even Hoseok knew he was overreacting now and cracked a smile, beginning to laugh along with Yoongi.

“You’re ridiculous,” Yoongi threw out, hiding his laughs behind his glass of water.

“And you’re gorgeous,” Hoseok retorted suavely. He wasn’t wearing a smile in the manner of jesting, he was being serious.

Yoongi near choked on his water. He slammed the glass down. “Warn me next time,” he frowned, wrestling with his throat to keep down the liquid. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he ignored Hoseok’s laughter by reading the message. It was his brother, telling him to get home so they could clean the house before their parents returned.

He sighed and reluctantly began pulling on his layers, unsure whether to give in to the wistfulness in his stomach demanding him to stay, stay with Hoseok. “I have to go,” he explained when he met Hoseok’s gaze to find him staring in shocked disappointment. “My parents were out this weekend and I need to clean the house before they get back.”

Hoseok nodded in understanding, but the crease in his brow told Yoongi otherwise.

“Do you... wanna walk with me?” Yoongi offered, complying with the feeling in the pit of his stomach that Hoseok wanted to spend more time with him. His premonition deemed correct as Hoseok nodded again, rather desperately, and stood up, scattering a few coins on the plate. Yoongi followed him away from the table but paused.

He reached into his pocket but Hoseok intercepted him, “Oh, no, it’s okay. I paid enough to cover for you, too.” He seemed casual enough about it, with his hands shoved into his pockets and his tone nonchalant, but his averted eyes gave it away – this wasn’t normal Hoseok behaviour to pay for his friends. Yoongi was more than a friend to him.

“I’ll pay for you next time,” Yoongi said it sincerely but also took a dig at Jeongguk and Taehyung. Hoseok’s eyes crinkled in amusement as he laughed. The two walked out together, side by side, after thanking the staff for their service.

Once they were out on the street it was inevitable that Hoseok would feel the chill. He shrieked upon stepping out onto the pavement, his nose turning red. A few people walking by stared at him strangely and Yoongi laughed, unwrapping his scarf and offering it to Hoseok. “Take it, you need it more than I do.” Yoongi pushed the scarf into Hoseok’s hands when he rejected it, saying that he couldn’t possibly take it from Yoongi.

Hoseok’s ears poked out of the scarf once he had wrapped it around his neck and lower face, Yoongi watched as they turned crimson. He bit back a smile, focussing on walking instead, noticing how their footsteps easily fell into sync.

“Do you think it’s gonna snow soon?” Hoseok asked, scooting slightly closer to Yoongi as a woman with a pram walked by. He didn’t move back into his original position and Yoongi didn’t comment on it, finding that he didn’t mind. In fact, he rather liked their close proximity.

“Maybe. If it does make sure not to go outside naked,” Yoongi quipped jokingly, nudging Hoseok with his padded arm. Hoseok laughed and then shivered, tucking his head back into the scarf. “Are you taking the bus back?” They had reached the bus stop, it was devoid of life and sound. Taehyung and Jeongguk must have caught the earlier bus.

Hoseok shook his head. “Nah, I’ll walk back. It’s not that far away, and it’s cheaper than taking the bus.”

“Oh, look at you, being healthy,” Yoongi smiled at him, Hoseok flushed.

“W-well, I am a dancer. In fact, maybe I could show you one day, lap dancing is one of my many areas of expertise,” Hoseok smirked at him, waggling his eyebrows.

He probably expected Yoongi to roll his eyes, or to blush ridiculously, so Yoongi made sure to do neither of those things. Instead, he looked Hoseok square in the eye. He quirked the corner of his mouth into a smirk and raised an eyebrow effortlessly. He ran his eyes down Hoseok’s figure, mostly for show but he would be lying if it wasn’t partly out of curiosity. When he next locked eyes with Hoseok, who gulped audibly, he spoke in a slow and sensual baritone: “Oh, I’d like that very much.”

Yoongi couldn’t take himself seriously anymore and let out a flood of laughter until he could barely stand up. He flopped down onto the seat of the bus stop and Hoseok shuffled in front of him, flushed red with embarrassment.

“Are you sure you’ve never flirted before?” Hoseok asked, his voice was muffled due to the scarf. “That was too real. That wasn’t fair, I didn’t stand a chance!” Hoseok’s voice came out in a nasally whine to which he must have noticed as his face crumpled in disgust and he released a howl of laughter. Yoongi joined in with him, leaning forwards as though winded, clutching onto Hoseok’s arm.

Eventually, their laughter subsided and transitioned into weakened sighs of amusement. Yoongi looked up at Hoseok, with tears glistening in his eyes, who was now standing over him. Hoseok’s legs either side of Yoongi’s and locking them in place. Hoseok had to unwrap the scarf to wipe at his face, collecting the tears that had rolled down his cheeks with his sleeve jacket. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotten tears all over your...” He trailed off when matching Yoongi’s entranced gaze. Hoseok’s eyes seemed to spread out and cover his whole body like scorching hot hands without moving from one position: Yoongi’s eyes. “...Scarf,” he finished lamely.

Hoseok looked uncertain, his Adam’s apple bobbed conspicuously upon swallowing, Yoongi found himself tracing Hoseok’s neck with his eyes, moving up towards his lips, past his nose and to his eyes again. His heart was hammering inside of his chest, and aside from Hoseok’s husky breathing, everything around them was silent. There were no cars, no movement from people walking by, no stray animals or rustles from trees. Yoongi barely paid attention to this, though. His pulse was drumming erratically against his skin; he was certain about what was going to happen next.

“Yoongi...” Hoseok exhaled his name, his breath swirling in the night air, floating in front of Yoongi and coiling around his neck. He shuddered in anticipation, hands curling around the cold plastic of the bench. “Can I kiss you?”

Yoongi felt his heart implode inside of his chest, coating his ribs and all of his innards in a dark crimson. This didn’t stop him though. Even if he was dead Hoseok would find a way to get to him. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Hoseok’s eyes left his, yet, the feeling of intense heat didn’t leave him. Hoseok crept closer, his eyes on Yoongi’s lips which were parted slightly, he licked them self-consciously. Yoongi’s own eyes fell upon Hoseok’s lips before he shut his eyelids; he didn’t need to see to feel everything that Hoseok was. Warm breath that he could taste on his tongue, the taste of coffee, ghosted his lips.

He was kissing Hoseok. Hoseok was kissing him. Inexplicable warmth melding onto his lips, pulling them open lightly. Cold fingers were placed under his chin, fingers that were soft, gentle and un-calloused, tilting his head upwards. Tears of laughter that he hadn’t expelled dripped down his cheeks. The aroma of coffee, aftershave and detergent overwhelming his senses, enshrouding him in a haze of Hoseok.

His mind grew cloudy, his fingers loosened hold of the plastic bench. He vaguely heard himself moan as Hoseok tilted his head, repositioning himself so that their lips were aligned and it allowed for Yoongi to taste the coffee that lingered on Hoseok’s tongue. He couldn’t even summon enough brain power to worry about what his mouth tasted like, all he knew was Hoseok, and all he was aware of was Hoseok’s hand creeping from his chin, tracing what was exposed of neck and fisting into his hair, pulling his head back.

Yoongi barely had time to draw a gasping breath before Hoseok met his lips again. He didn’t care, he didn’t care if that was the last breath he ever drew just as long as Hoseok didn’t stop kissing him –

Hoseok had pulled back, stumbling away from Yoongi’s proximity. Yoongi sat helplessly, his body racking in air as if it had never inhaled before. Maybe it hadn’t. Yoongi felt as if he had been born again.

“Sorry,” Hoseok breathed out just as a blinding light penetrated Yoongi’s vision. He blinked in the sudden brightness, the silhouette of a bus formed in front of him which was partially blocked by Hoseok. “I got carried away,” he saw Hoseok smile at him, “you’re just so beautiful.”

The bus doors sprang open and the heat from inside burst out, enshrouding itself around Yoongi. The heat which had radiated from Hoseok and had transferred into Yoongi still lingered, he found that he was sweltering. He stood up on unsteady feet and gave Hoseok a wavering smile. “It’s okay. I – I’ve gotta go.” He climbed onto the bus and dug a hand in his pocket to find his return ticket.

“I’ll message you later!” Hoseok called to him.

Yoongi didn’t turn around to respond to him. He didn’t look up from his lap until the bus had roared to life and begun hurtling down the road. When he looked out of the window all he could see was his reflection. He saw his swollen lips, he saw his puffy eyes and his bright red nose. He saw nothing worthy of Hoseok’s attention.

Instead, he saw someone that would be crumpled up and thrown away until Hoseok found someone who was as captivating as he was. What was Yoongi doing, giving Hoseok chances to hurt him? It was suicide. And Yoongi didn’t want to die.

He couldn’t do this. He needed to erase any feelings he had for Hoseok, and for that he would need to eliminate any hopes of something more than friendship on both sides.

Min Yoongi: hey Min Yoongi: I’m sorry about this but I take back what I said. I like you, Hoseok, but not like that. I know this is asking a lot but I’d like to stay friends, if you don’t want that, that’s fine, I understand. Min Yoongi: I’m sorry.

#yoonseok #yoonseok fanfiction #yoonseok fic #sope #sope fanfiction #sope fic #taekook #taekook fanfiction #taekook fic #namjin fic #namjin fanfiction #slow burn

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moustache-petes · 7 years

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His Number Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

A couple things before y’all read this.

This is my new Chicago side blog yay! I’ll be doing one-shots and maybe some multipart stories like this one!

Also Taylor Swift put all of her music back on Spotify and this part was kind of heavily influenced by her song Fearless so yeah any way I hope y’all enjoy it!

He was going to be here any minute and Y/N for the life of her could not find where she put her shoes. She pulled them out of her closet and set them in her living room so she wouldn’t lose them and we see how far that got her. So now she was on her hands and knees in a gorgeous backless red dress that flowed to the floor and drooped to the bottom of her spine with her hair and makeup done up perfectly looking under her couch for her damn shoes. There was a knock at the door “Come in, it’s open!” She yelled knowing it was Antonio “You know you shouldn’t just tell people who knock at your door to just come in, you never know who it could be.” Antonio said in a pretty serious and protective tone. “I mean yeah but I knew it was you but no big deal.” Y/N said while still on the floor with one arm under the couch feeling around “But what if it wasn’t me?” Antonio paused for a second finally taking in the scene in front of him, “But more importantly what are you doing?” “I’ll come answer the door next time okay and I can’t find my stupid shoes.” She said getting frustrated and finally just sitting back onto the floor. “Okay so are they heels?” “Well yeah” “And are they black and kind of strappy?” He said while bending over “Actually yeah they are, how did you kno-“ But before she could finish her sentence Antonio stood back up holding her shoes “They were behind the couch.” He said with a smirk while walking around to the front of couch and offering his hand to Y/N “Thank you” she said while taking his hand and getting to finally appreciate how he looks in a tux. “You look beautiful by the way” Antonio said while she was putting her shoes on “Well you look pretty great yourself” Y/N said while standing up from the couch “Shall we go?” “We shall” Antonio said while offering Y/N his arm “Be careful, the ground is still pretty wet from the rain earlier and Gabby told me you were a clutz.” Antonio said while they were walking out the door of her apartment “Hey I’m not a clutz!” Y/N said while punching Antonio’s arm and in the the processing slipping on the street in front of his car but luckily Antonio caught her before she could hit the ground “Oh yeah are you sure?” He said and Y/N just blushed “Let’s just get to this stupid thing.” “I thought you were excited about tonight?” Antonio asked after they got into his truck “I am, it’s for a really good cause and it raises a lot of money and plus I’ll get to dance with you but my mother will be there and let’s just say she’s not the most supportive of, well, anything I do. She always has a comment about something and she’s convinced that she’s better than anyone she’s ever in a room with.” Y/N said kind of in a rush not wanting to burden Antonio too much with her family drama but wanting him to be aware of what he was walking into. “I like that I get to dance with you too tonight” Antonio said with a smirk and a glance at her “That’s what you got out of my rant?” Y/N just smiled Antonio just chuckled and ran his hands through his hair. And whether he was aware of it or not but Y/N found that one simple move to be so completely sexy that her breathe caught in her throat for a second. The rest of the short drive to the hotel was just them talking about their days and how work was going. They pulled up to the hotel right as it started to rain, Antonio got out first and gave his keys to the valet before opening the door for Y/N. “Okay if we run fast enough we can make it to the door without you getting wet.” Antonio said while reaching for her hand “What?” Y/N said kind of confused “C’mon!” Antonio yelled over the rain and pulled Y/N out of the car and ran the small distance to the front door where a doorman was holding it open for them. “You’re crazy.” Was all Y/N said when they got inside “But you’re not wet” Antonio added with a smirk “Whatever” Y/N laughed while nudging Antonio with her elbow, “Let’s just get this over with.” Antonio put his arm around her waist as they walked in and Y/N swooned a little but also noted how comfortable it already felt to be in his arms. Almost like she had a sensor, the minute Y/N walked into the room her mother was already making her way over to her. ��Hello Y/N, don’t you look lovely” she said condescendingly “Hi mother, This is Antonio…my date.” Y/N said gesturing to Antonio “Oh I thought you were bringing that nice Jefferson boy, I gave him your number and everything.” “No mother” “He must have forgotten to call you. You know he’s so busy being a real doctor and all.” She put an emphasis on real and thus began the digs at her career choice “No he called, I just declined because he’d boring and only talks about things he’s operated on.” “Oh honey you’ve got to stop being so picky or you’ll end up alone for the rest of your life.” “In case you forgot I did manage to find my own date for tonight.” “Oh right,” she said like she’d forgotten Antonio was standing there “And what is it that you do? Are you also a paramedic like my daughter?” The way she said paramedic you would’ve thought Y/N was a stripper “No ma’am, I’m a detective with the Intelligence unit over at the 21st.” “Well I’m sure that’s very… rewarding. Now if you two would excuse me, more of my guests have arrived.” And with that she walked away and with her went her snide comments and judgements. “Well she seems lovely.” Was all Antonio said before they both started laughing and walked over to find their table About 10 minutes later almost everyone was sat at their tables and Y/N’s mother walked up to the stage at the front of the room. “If I could have everyone’s attention please I’d like to thank a few people for help making tonight happen.” It wasn’t a “few people” and 15 minutes into the speech everyone was starting to get bored but they also started to smell something burning and then they saw the smoke and that’s when the smoke detector started going off and everyone started making their way out of the ballroom. It wasn’t chaotic but it definitely wasn’t orderly. Antonio grabbed Y/N’s hand and started making his was to the door and out to the lobby where a doorman had umbrellas to give people on the way out. By the time they made it outside the hotel, the fire department was already pulling up and unsurprisingly it was 51. Casey stepped out of the truck and immediately saw you two. “So what’s it look like in there” he asked after walking over “We honestly have no idea, there was just some smoke and then the alarms went off, didn’t look too serious though.” Antonio answered because you were too in shock of what was actually going on. “Okay thanks man.” Casey said before walking back to the truck and telling the rest of 81 what to do. Antonio and Y/N just stood in the street under and umbrella with everyone else who had managed to make it out. Y/N still hadn’t set anything and was trying not to act as nervous as she was feeling but Antonio could sense the anxiety coming off of her. “You know we never did get to dance” Antonio said with a little nudge “Antonio there’s no music and it’s raining” was all she said “But water dries and there doesn’t have to be music,” Antonio tried to convince her and even if she still said no, her min was off of the fire “Plus it’s not there’s anything we can help with here, 51 is working on the fire and there doesn’t seem to be any casualties so far.” “But Antonio this is the nicest dress that I currently own and I don’t want to rui-“ But before she could finish her sentence she saw the look in Antonio’s eye and she knew that no matter what excuse she tried to make, he was genuinely just trying to help her anxiety and there’s no way she could say no to that. “Fine. Screw it.” And with that she closed the umbrella and threw it to the side and both of them immediately got soaked. Antonio put his hands on her waist and pulled her close and she was thankful for the heat his body was putting off. She placed both of her hands around his neck and they started swaying softly. In the middle of the street. With everyone watching. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that her heart stopped racing and she felt safe. After a couple of minutes Gabby walked over and tapped Antonio on his shoulder. “As cute as this is, the fire is out and you guys could probably get hypothermia from being out here too much longer.” The ride back to her apartment was pretty uneventful and mostly just them being cold. When they got out at her apartment Antonio insisted on walking her to the door. And for a minute after she opened the door they just stood there, her hands shaking, she wasn’t sure if it was because she was cold or if it was because she was nervous. She also didn’t know why she was even nervous to begin with. “Would you like a cup of tea or coffee to warm up?” She asked not wanting for the evening to be over with just yet. “Yeah I would” was all he said as they continued to stand in her doorway “But first” And with only those two words as a warning Antonio pulled her in to the most tender yet passionate kiss she had ever experienced. And they walked into her apartment, the tea and coffee forgotten as they removed their wet clothes and made their way to the bedroom.

#antonio dawson #antonio dawson x reader #chicago pd #chicago justice #one chicago #his number

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your-k-dreams-blog · 7 years

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BTS- BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS THEORY BY YOUR K-DREAM

Since we have a lot to say about this music video, we decided to talk about each member individually. Please bear with us till then end~ Fighting!

JIN

At the very beginning after the boys do enter the museum” we came across this scene where Jin is staring at the painting titled The Fall of the Rebel Angels by Pieter Bruegel. In this painting you can clearly see that there is a war between angels in heaven, which probably happened after Lucifer betrayed god and caused rebellion between the angels. By the way Jin looks at the picture (Its obvious he remembers something sad by the way he looks) it gives us the feeling as if he has been there fighting alongside the other angels and by looking at this picture he is retrieving memories from his past life”, that’s why we came to the conclusion that him and the others aren’t ordinary humans. Does that mean Jin is an angel? Could that mean that all of the members are angels? That’s kinda what we believe so let’s see...

During the whole MV this image of the members covering each other eyes occurs very often. In our perspective, we thought that this is a way of protecting them from falling for the evil the temptation of the devil. Also, another theory is that they cover their eyes so they don’t see their double ganger which people believe is their lust for evil and that when they look at their eyes, they ‘die’ or go to ‘hell’. You can see that only 5 members are covering Jin´s eyes (Later there is a clearer scene where you can see there are definitely 5 hands). Is there a possibility that 1 of the seven has already fallen for evil or even be Mr. Devil himself? evil smirk

This scene confused us a bit, but that doesn’t stop us! Jin is like the “leader” of the angels or the main angel, we are not sure, but the scene where they all sat around the table kind of give us the feeling of Jesus and their disciples so we assume that is somewhere in another dimension maybe. The only food that they seem to have on the table is an apple which probably stands for the image of the apple in the Adam and Eve story and it is known for the devil that told Eve to eat from it and she fell in sin because of the temptation the devil gave her. That is exactly what made us question whether they are in heaven or not, maybe in a place in between? The other members look as if they are in trans, as if their ‘body’ are in this place but not their mind, that’s also got us questioning if they are indeed in this place, or is part of Jin’s hallucination OR something even more complex… However you can see how straight the boys are sitting, maybe because they are scared of Jin, however no one seems to want to eat the apple.

Jin suddenly seems to realise that something is wrong with this place, and it doesn’t appear quite real, he looks back and he found himself trapped in this place with water walls. At this moment we thought that he is trapped in the statue of the fallen angel that Jin kissed in the end of the MV, since right in front of it is a huge picture of a sea and maybe that water wall is him looking out at the picture from within the statue (Check for yourself at 5.15 min in the MV you can see the balcony V jumped from and in front of V was the picture of the sea). At that point, we already stop thinking logically and started to think about the possibilities outside the box, as we know this MV is linked with many others, and they are not necessarily in chronological order, so we thought that that might be the same with the show of scenes in this video, it’s just like a puzzle, and we need to put them in their right place.

We believe that in the scene where they take out their hand from Jin’s face happened right after Jin kissed the statue, it’s an emphasis that he can no longer be protected by the ‘Angels’, right after they all left there is an image of Jin with a balloon which is a kid ‘toy’ meaning that Jin was innocent but now he lost his innocence because of curiosity, that’s why he let the balloon fly away, he is not pure anymore. Jin is being pulled by the evil. He puts his hands up as if he wants the balloon back, he wants his purity, that links with what Rap monster quotes from the book called “DEMIAN" by HERMANNHESSE. He too was a tempter. He too was a link to the second. The evil world with which I no longer wanted to have anything to do."

JIMIN

The first quote of the song is “My blood sweat and tears, my last dance, Take it all” and Jimin says this while he is pushing J-Hope’s hands away from his eyes, as if he wants to be heard by ‘devil’ and wants him to take away his pain and suffering… now you ask me, but why is Jimin suffering? What happened to him to make him want to make a deal with devil? Keep reading it will all make sense I promise haha.

At 3:15 in the mv, again is a prove that Suga is the one that most fight against the evil, Jimin is holding an apple, (again apple meaning desire to fall into temptation, in the MV almost the symbol of a deal with the devil), in front of him there is Suga holding a Blindfold, potentially trying to persuade him to fight against his craving.

Throughout the end part of the video the members seem to be losing control of their own actions, including Jimin that is trying to escape from the room Suga left him at, because probably the desire planted inside him by the devil to consume the ‘drug’ it’s too strong for him.

We see V sitting in a very pretty balcony looking up, his face expression is quite angelic still, so he’d probably still in heaven at the time. But not for long... Because he decides to jump of the balcony, which can mean that he escaped or got expelled from heaven. V now it’s the devil.

When we see that image where a with fabric is being pulled away from V, it’s just as we are seeing him giving up of his innocence as well, and we can see in his facial expression that he is enjoying the process of change, he looks like he is close to have his ‘freedom’ now, the only thing that he needs is to feed of innocent soul, to be able to survive in his ‘new world’, that’s when he controls Jin and make him ‘kiss’ the statue.

As soon as V takes his hand out of Jin’s eyes he disappears and the only thing that is in the room is Jin and the statue (because V is the statue of course hehe) so our worldwide handsome guy kiss V OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG BROMANCE jokes haha and after that (the kiss) the feeling of temptation and desire seems to leave the other members, for example Jimin stops trying to escape the room and he calmly take off the blindfold and he is crying green, which we believe is the ‘drug’ coming out of his system, both Jimin and Jungkook breath relieved.

Statues start to break, and cry the same substance as well, meaning that the balance of thing has been broken, they might be free for now but V’s release will come with a consequence, which will be reflected on Jin.

JUNGKOOK

Kookie is clearly drugged in this part, the painting at the back of him at 3:45 min in the MV is The Lament of Icarus by Herbert James Draper. The story of Icarus is pretty much about a naïve boy whose has curiosity as his deadly flaw. He is given a pair of wax-held wings by his father Daedalus (an inventor/scientist) to fly, but he ignores his father’s warning to stay away from the Sun. He ultimately flies too close to the Sun and the wax holding his wings together melts, destroying his wings and leading to Icarus falling into the ocean below and drowning. Again we come across the theory of them being actual angels and getting temped to do wrong.

Jungkook is getting addicted to the drug, we see him taking the drugs again and enjoying it a bit too much. He is becoming possessed, and almost giving up from good and, is anyone going to save him or try to bring him back from his delusion, cough cough Suga?

But even thou we see Kookie enjoying the drugs his gesture and face expression at minute 2:55 got us confuse... Maybe he is asking for help? He knows he is getting addicted but in moments when reality hits him he tries to communicate and say that he doesn’t want to be evil. Calm down baby, Suga is coming to your rescue!!

SUGA

Many fans think that all these Mv’s is a way of Suga confessing his that his first love was Jimin HAHA YASSS YOONMIN FOREVER (0)/, cause in the storyline they are always together and potentially Suga is always protecting Jimin, by covering his eyes and slapping his face so that he can overcome his curiosity (liking with story of Icarus) and temptation to do wrong. In our sincere opinion Suga is the wiser angel of them all, he evidently knows about the curse and the consequences of giving up of the good and falling into lures.

In one part of Suga’s Rap he quotes “Kiss me on the lips.” And he does that by forming the letter ‘V’ with his fingers (2:51). Does that mean that Suga knows that V is the devil, or the link to the evil world? I’m pretty sure he does, and more, Suga and J-hope are the only one that is actually fighting for themselves and the others to be safe, but they know that they are not enough to control all four of them, especially when some of them are already possess and working along with the devil (cough cough mister smart ass ) wink.

The fact that Suga is always protecting Jimin, in our opinion is that he thinks Jimin is the weaker one, but apparently our little flower princess was weaker.

J-HOPE

J-hope is Hella fighting to regain control over the situation, as we can see by his dance movements he is fighting with his own body, he grabs his hands as if he has no power over them, also he cover his eyes so he doesn’t fall into temptation, In one point in the water fountain when he’s sitting with his hands on his neck , we almost thought that he was about to lose the battle, but he recovers and even try to kill V NOOOOOOOOOO MY BABY CANT DIE, annnd he doesn’t haha cause he wasn’t ‘free’ of the statue yet so the white fabric was still around him keeping anything to go out or in.

RAP MONSTER

Finally, we arrived at mister IQ of 148 haha now this bitch almost got me, but I think that our IQ may be 148.1 because I know your game Rapmon!! We were wondering what he could’ve been reading to Kookie in the beginning of the MV and we concluded after a bit of research of course, that this could link with Icarus story too. Because Rapmon can symbolize Icarus father, which was the one that gave him the wings in the first place and convinced him to fly. Kind of manipulative, right? That’s all he does in this series, he manipulates them, he manipulates us, he manipulates YOU.

He is the one that melts what it looks like sugar into the ‘poison’, that he forces Jungkook to drink it in the Japanese version, reminds you of anything that also melted? Yes! Icarus wax wings. Later, we see Rapmon drinking the ‘poison’ which is called absinthe which is usually a green alcoholic drink that is often known as an addictive and psychoactive drug and hallucination

Most of the boys in there is fighting between good and evil which is particularly shown in the image where rap monster is between the statue of and Angel and a Devil side to side at 1:43 in the MV, what we failed to notice in Rapmon’s action which he constantly does in this saga which is putting his finger against his lips kind of meaning that he has a secret, which is THAT HE IS ACTUALLY WORKING WITH THE DEVILLLLLL OMGGGG!!

The black bird which appears in a lot of Mv’s including the short films has the meaning of not giving up on their secret easily, maybe is that why Rapmon does this gesture right after the image of a black bird appears in the screen. Well we will come back to this in the others Mv’s, wait for it...

So guys to conclude this theory we want to remind you that this is all our particular thoughts and in no way we are insinuating that this is actually what the Mv means, it could be something completely different which we will only know if BTS end our suffering and release the real theory behind it. We hope you guys enjoyed and we will be doing another theories which will be linking with this one. ~kisses JB & JM

#bts #bangtanboys #beyond the scene #bulletproof boy scouts #blood sweat and tears #bst #bts video #bts text #bts wings #bts theory #jimin #jungkook #bts v #j-hope #rap monster #jin #suga

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writingsofmyimagination · 5 years

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Restraint |8|

Yoongi x Reader, Vampire AU

Warnings:SMUT, Swearing, Kinda Sub Yoongi for like 5 mins(he sucks at it), Light BDSM themes(restraints), Blood.

Word Count:2844

Summary: As Jungkooks best friend recently moved to Seoul, there is one of the boys you have yet to meet. This one has a dark secret and has to use all the restraint he can to control himself around you.

So this is the end guys :(. THANK YOU so much for all the love for this series! Another Yoongi series is in the works :).

As always others parts in my masterlist.

Comments always welcome :)

“Why does it matter if he’s going to be there, why is this even an issue, you were over this months ago” There was a dull exhaustion to the argument, for the fourth time this week you were arguing over non-issues. You don’t even know why you were asking him ‘Why’ you knew exactly what the problem was but it didn’t stop the hailstorm of frustration soaking through you and the whitening of your knuckles round your mug. Their management had added a whole extra week of shows and interviews in Tokyo, the extension of time apart especially from the taste of human blood had made him irritable, irrational and downright insufferable. With the gruelling schedule he’d been too exhausted to even vampire ninja travel to see you. This was an expected situation, he’d warned you the sudden lack of the human taste was indistinguishable to cold turkey from drugs.

“Baby I…”

“I’m done with this conversation, I’m at work, leave me be” you hung up massaging your temples. You interrupted your report writing and opened up google and booked yourself a flight to Tokyo.

You ignored the badges that were slowly increasing on your message app; thankful when they stopped, he’d be getting ready for the show now. You wanted him to be stewing on it. You had minimal time to pack before you had to head to the airport.

The flight was two hours, after thirty minutes your hands had started fiddling for an outlet of your agitation which was rivalling your excitement to be in his arms. As much as you were going to surprise him you knew it wouldn’t be much of a surprise; you had a boyfriend who’d be able to smell you the second you stepped foot in the hotel. You’d checked with Jungkook beforehand and he’d manage to acquire another key-card for Yoongi’s room for you to pick up.

The room was the standard you’d expect from a higher end chain, it was also what you expect from Yoongi. His laptop was open on the desk circled by mini versions of his studio equipment that he insisted taking on tour; his suitcase was neatly sat on a chair in the corner.

Yoongi emerged from the towel ruffling his wet hair with a towel. A towel wrapped round his waist, effortlessly parallel to a Greek god. As suspected there wasn’t a hint of surprise on him.

“Baby please let me…”

“On the bed” your tone stern, eyes glaring.

“What?” at least there was some surprise at your command, he ceased any movement.

“On the bed” You plonked your bag down on the bed and grabbed what you needed, he sat on the edge on the bed his back to you. His delicious shoulder blades still slightly glistening with water. You walked round in front of him and handcuffed him.

“Tch!” Yoongi exclaimed. Instantly his skin where the silver had made contact was searing into him with an unpleasant sound of sizzling skin. As bad as you felt for causing him such pain your outside aura feigned casualness; it was also something he’d made you promise to carry out after he’d not fed for an extended period of time.

“Jesus Y/N I know I’ve upset you but this isn’t necessary” he managed through gritted teeth.

“Shut up and just drink” you launched your shirt of and straddled him, moved all your hair to one side exposing your neck, his hands resting on your hips. He was motionless, his irises were battling to keep that dark red from consuming them whole; his face told a different story. His bottom lip was clamped hard in between his teeth, fangs fully extended with creases lining his forehead. You sat back blossomed your hand open, a silver chain rooted round your finger dropped and hung. You hoped he’d feed now you’d fulfilled all his safety requirements, after a few moments of deliberation he spoke.

“Please try not to move too much” his gaze glued to your neck visualising all the blood flowing through that spot, he was past the point of no return to argue, the song of your pulse capturing him in a trance like state. His teeth sank in with ease. One of your hands slid up the back of his and tangled in his damp hair. A faint cry left your lips. It didn’t even hurt anymore, if anything it now turned you on; especially the primal growl noises that leaked from Yoongi’s lips against your neck. Craving more your hips started grinding, only my black work trousers and a towel separating you from him.

A strangled gasp pained its way from you, Yoongi had begun shaking head jerkily, as if I was now dying prey to be shook in the mouth of a wolf. You stilled your hips instantly, eyes shut tight, wincing feeling your puncture wounds stretch and begin to tear. Your hand aching, you imagined your knuckles going as white as his skin against his dark hair. It stung and it was also your fault. As quick as it had started he stopped. Flinging his head back against his own will stopping himself. You finally breathed, only just realising you’d been holding onto it.

“Yoongi I’m…sorry” you stuttered, immediately trying to remedy the guilt you know he’d bare unjustly to himself. His irises were full blown, they hardly even looked red anymore leaning onto the blacker side. He looked on another planet, face shrouded in ecstasy.

“Please, give me a minute” he panted dropping his body to the bed awkwardly on his restrained hands, his skin was no longer burning but he still grimaced when the handcuffs touched more of his skin. Feeling lost, did he want you to get off? Did he want you to un-cuff him? Currently he was in no state to tell you. He was hard beneath you, prompting a half-cocked smirk from you. Sliding your hands up his chest, grazing your nails over his clavicle ignoring the throb at your neck and leaking wounds.

“Was that nice baby?” you whispered, breathing at his neck.

“Mmm” he managed. Seeing him like this because of you burned your fire no end. You climbed off him and shuffled out of your jeans impatient to get back to him.

When he sat back up his eyes had deflated to normal sized pupils, they still glittered red but at least he looked like he could string a sentence together. His brows made their way slightly further apart catching the sight of your neck, it had stopped bleeding thanks to the coagulation liquid that secreted from fangs. He went to speak

“Don’t even say it Yoongi” you warned

“It’s my own fault, I’m fine and no I’m not taking the cuffs off” His face was indecisive for a moment, deciding rightfully so he wouldn’t win in apologising to you, he reacted to the second half of your words.

“Why not? You responded to his question and pout with a coy smile.

“Because I think I quite like you like this” You climbed back on him, when your skin touched the longing you’d had was fulfilled; knees resting either side of his thighs.

“I can do this” You yanked at the back of his hair yanking a grunt from his throat in protest, you bit at his exposed neck hard enough to mark, even though it would be gone in a few moments. The purple, red petal was still beautiful against his milky skin. Your other hand had also been productive and unhooked the towel and was teasing down his shaft. You loved the way his face creased with desire

“And my strong vampire Yoongi is helpless”

“And you want me to do as I’m told?” one of his eyebrows raised challenging me.

“I don’t even think I can get you to do that, what I am wandering is how long it will take you to start begging for what’s in between my legs” you whispered, his face held the resolve but his eyes showed you defeat, you knew as soon you’d give him the offer to taste you and feed from his favourite place he’d yield.

“So that’s how you wanna play princess?” your hands had locked around his neck and you looked so please with yourself as you responded.

“Yep” you spoke curtly. You teased your hands in a slow wave down your body and broke his number one rule. Your pleasure is his and his alone.

“Oh baby you’re playing a dangerous game now” the warning glare emanating over you normally would have you on your knees pleading, not today.

“You can do with me what you want with me when you’re home Oppa, but now you’re mine, stop being such a brat” You offered your fingers coated in your arousal at his mouth, he gladly sucked at them purring in his throat. Fuck, his eyes looking up at you from under his hair, no wonder why he loved that look from you so much. The vulnerability seeping off him, looking up to you to take what you were going to give him.

“That’s all your getting until I say otherwise” you deprived him of your hand. You sat back gently pondering, looking out into nowhere.

“What?” he asked with an impatient sigh.

“How many times do you think I can make myself cum before your dying to do it yourself?” your question rhetorical as you resumed teasing yourself, ensuring his cock was just a hairs width from your fingers.

“None, please Y/N” his response came out more as loud frustrated sigh already playing the images in his head.

“But I thought you liked to count them” your mouth pulling into a cocky smirk

You adored the way his face way contorting in pretty and desperate expressions, his eyes slipped away from you as you pulled yourself higher to the edge, to drag him back you gripped at his chin in a harsh motion and faced it forward

“I want those pretty eyes on me” you ordered, stopping any response with a rough kiss, he inhaled your wavering moans until you flung your neck to nestle in his riding out your high, panting and moaning breathlessly close to his ear.

“1” you breathed with a triumphant glare.

“Fuck princess, you’re so beautiful, please give me them now, you know I’ll make you feel so much better” he whined. You were getting there you thought to yourself.

“Do you think that’s a good enough plea?” you stood up, went over to your bag.

“I think you can manage one more” Seeing you take your wand out of your bag.

“That’s enough baby I can’t anymore, Rain” Seriously? You couldn’t believe he caved, well you could actually, and there was a reason you submitted to him and not the other way round. Being a powerful immortal they naturally had power and wanted to keep it. You un-cuffed him with urgency, assuming they were hurting too much, you’d be wrong.

He lunged at you, before you could even protest your underwear was torn and on the floor.

“Playtimes over princess” he slammed into you, your back knocked into the wall, hands digging into his shoulders. If your head could spin it would have.

“Yoongi…agh” your head dropped, moans spilling through your throat. Your head was overrun no logical thoughts could form, every time one began its life cycle his thrusts hitting your spot snuffed them out in an instant.

“Eyes on me” he growled, you just couldn’t fulfil his request, you managed to lift your head in between cries.

“Aww is my cock that good that you can you can’t even do one simple thing?”

“Yes, jesus, fuck” was all you managed. He stopped and stared you, absorbing you into his circular galaxies twinkling in his eye. His fringe stuck to his forehead making him looked beautifully fucked. Your climax fading into deep space.

“I can’t even begin to explain how much I missed you baby, it’s been unbearable having the bed empty next to me. I’m sorry I’ve been a nightmare you’re everything to me, I love you” Yoongi wasn’t very vocal when it came to feelings but when he showed them you hung on to and treasured every word even if he’d kept you on the edge. You exhaled, trying to de-escalate your breathing.

“I know baby, I know,” sweeping his fringe to the side you caressed the side of his cheek with nothing but love and adoration.

“I love you too, I’ve missed you too” you paused a moment “Can you please finish showing me how much you missed me” you whined. He responded with a longing kiss against your lips, extending it through your collarbone.

“Such a needy girl” he breathed, the warm breath ghosting across your chest. In a flash of movement you was on top of him legs aside his waist, hands tracing the milky dessert of his chest.

“Now bring that pretty little pussy of mine up here so I can taste her.” He flicked his head up, indicating the direction he wanted you to move. The command was also met with a sharp stinging across your behind half propelling you forward with a gasp. His tongue teasing kitten licks up and down your slit, you slapped his head playfully.

“Stop teasi…” his hands gripped at your thighs when he fully sucked your clit into his mouth, the top half of your body falling forward until you stabled your hands against the headboard. That famous tongue technology had you teetering of the edge in minutes. Your back arching and your head flew forwards as your climax convulsed your muscles uncontrollably. You could hardly see his eyes glowing red as there were focused solely on your arousal.

He turned his head seconds after you’d nearly finished riding out your high and locked his lips onto your inner thigh, one of your hands flew to his hair and locked a handful in your grip as he pierced your skin extending your climax leaving you pulsing around nothing. You welcomed the sweet sting, and the sight of him attached to you a small trail of your blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. You’d accepted months ago that you was going to hell for finding all this blood stuff so sexy but you were way past caring and craved it more than you’d ever openly admit to yourself, but Yoongi knew.

You dropped to the bed, exhausted and satisfied. After licking his lips Yoongi rolled onto his front in-between your legs and used his tongue to clean the last trickling remnants from your puncture wounds.

“When do you have to leave?” his tone verging on whiney. You checked the time on your phone.

“Two hours, and don’t even try and convince me to stay, I have a shit load of reports to finish.” He stalked up your body.

“Two hours is enough” you squinted your eyes questioning his words

“Enough for what?” you spoke hesitantly recognising that glimmer from his eyes and that killer smirk. He pinned your hands above your head, his mouth catching your gasp as his tongue tantalized yours as he shifted his legs,

“To get you screaming my name multiple times” He thrust into you, you clawed at his back, his teeth grazing your collar bone.

“Promise me you’ll eat properly�� you said stroking the back of his neck with the soft pads of your fingertips.

“I promise” the puppy eyes you received tugged at your already aching heart strings, you hated leaving him. His arms were resting round your side, hands under your shirt holding the small of your back.

“Good, I’ll hold you to that, next time you go away I think we should gradually ease you off my blood don’t you think?”

“I suppose” he eyes left you and shifted away.

“Hey” you called out to his wandering eyes, they returned. “Yes baby that’s a much better idea than turning into a giant douche and making my girlfriend angry and come out all this way” you impersonated. He chuckled lightly.

“Yes baby that’s a much better idea” he mimicked “You know I’m sorry, you are amazing, you spoil me and are most definitely too good for me”

“I know I am” you toyed “It’s a good thing I love you and want nothing more than to be yours” You stretched up and kissed his forehead knowing he’d appreciate the “yours” sentiment. He was hesitant in letting you slip from his grasp and grab your bags and head to the door.

“I’ll hold you to what you said earlier” You turned at his words

“What did I say?” you asked.

“That I can do what I want with you when I’m home, you should book some time off, I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to walk” his grin playful, eyes spoke nothing but sincerity.

“I can handle it Oppa” you shot back competitively. Your grin never faltering as you left him pondering what to do with you when he’s home.

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Wishbone- CHAPTER 1 Mark Lee (ff)

She was there. Right in front of him. She still looked the same yet so different he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Her hair still as dark as night and her smile still soft and the familiarity of it warmed him despite the -15 degree weather. She stood under a street light and her feet rocked back and forth as she hummed to herself. Her head buried in her scarf and her hands hidden in her warm jacket pockets.

He stood away from her. Not too far but enough for him to just watch her without seeming…creepy. He fiddled with his cold finger as he watched her look around. He crouched behind a row of cars trying to be conspicuous which was hard to do when a streetlight flickered on and off above him. What was she doing here? She hadn’t talked to him in how long? Although, he hadn’t tried (more like he didn’t have enough courage) to text or call her either. He wondered if she still remembered his name-because he sure as hell still remembered hers.

He wondered if three years could change someone.

Too many questions ran through his head as he watched her from a far. His ears perked up at the sudden call of his name. “Mark,” a soft voice called. It only could have belonged to her.

He closed his eyes tight and cussed under his breath realizing that he’s blown his cover. Mark stood still and held his breath. He thought maybe, just maybe, if he stood still and didn’t breathe and didn’t move-she wouldn’t notice him. Or so he thought.

She turned towards the direction where he was hiding behind the safety of the parked cars. Her smile now mischievous and yet again her smile brought warmth to him the familiarity hugged him, “Mark Lee, I know you’re watching me…” her tone was taunting, she stepped forward, but still standing a good distance away from him she called again “Lee Min Hyung, I can see you.” his name rolled off her tongue smoothly and she smiled again. She was always smiling. The fat of her cheeks perking up and pushing up her eyes making them appear a little smaller. Well, that answered his question. She sure as hell still remembered his name

She giggled her mellow laugh, music to his ears. Her stray hairs fluttered in the wind and her cheeks pink as the cool wind brushed passed her. Hearing her laugh was like hearing your old favourite song play after not listening to it for a while. Refreshing.

She let out a huff and her warm breath formed clouds of steam in front of her “Mark, I can see you.” “No you can’t!” He nervously teased. “Yeah, I can. You’re not very good at hiding,” she laughed at her own words as she recalled the past memories “then again you were never good at hiding back then either.” A smile creeped onto his lips and he stood from his hiding place. His eyes finally met hers and he could only look away out of nervousness “Yeah. I sucked at hide and go seek.” “What a bummer , huh? I’d always find you.” “Yeah but that’s cause you cheated by peeking from behind your hands.” “No comment.”She joked. Her smile was wide and she couldn’t help but feel so warm seeing Mark again.

His smile flattened and his lips pressed into a straight line “Why’d you come back home?” His voice was shaky and he couldn’t help but feel emotions as he looked at his childhood best friend stand in front of him.

“You sound upset? Are you not happy to see me?

He was upset, “I’m not upset.” His words came out less confident as he was hoping for. She knew he was mad, then again he had every right to be.

“Are you happy to see me though?”

He couldn’t quite answer the question. He couldn’t find the words to express his feelings. He just looked at her dead in the eyes and held onto the chain that hung around his neck.

October 2015

Mark

“Get up!”

There was a groan on the other line and he could feel her frustration, “It’s two in the goddamn morning Mark.” She grumbled. Her voice was muffled probably because her face was buried into her pillow.

He chuckled as he listened to her raspy voice “Come on I’ve got amazing news!”

“If you didn’t find a way for me to have an endless supply of French fries-then the news isn’t important.” She was always more snarky and aggressive when tired.

He rolled his eyes and let out a whine “Wren,” he breathed “if you won’t get up. I will personally go to your house.” He threatened.

“Hmm,”

“Wren? Come on this is important!”

You could only hear her breathing and a light snore come through the other line.

She fell asleep on him.

He groaned and stomped his feet gaining the attention of the boys around him. He sat on the leather couch, plopping down and letting out another heavy sigh. His feet tapped on the hard wood floor as he contemplated on what he should do.

“Aw what’s wrong with it maknae?” Taeyong teased and he took a seat beside him.

“Wren’s being annoying.” His arms flew into the air out of frustration and he kind of resembled a toddler having a tantrum.

“Hasn’t she always been?” Ten teased from across the room. Jaehyun and the other boys laugh at the comment and continue on spreading the good news to family and friends.

Mark sighed “She won’t come here for me to tell her the good news.” Mark’s body itched to tell her the good news.

“It’s two in the morning Mark.” Taeyong stated.

“Yeah but-” he sighed and got up into his feet “I’m going to go to her house right now.”

Taeyong stood up and grabbed the boys wrist before he could lurch forward “Wow-at two in the morning? You’re going to go to her house?”

“Yes.”

Taeyong was astonished by the boys seriousness and commitment, “have you even told your parents yet?”

“Yes of course!”

Taeyong let go of his wrist but stayed close to Mark worrying that he’d just run off and leave before he could finish, “You,” he breathed “Mark Lee, would go to Wren’s house at two in the morning just to tell her this.”

Mark wasn’t sure where Taeyong was going with this but he didn’t really care. The faster and shorter he answered the quicker he could leave “Y-yes.”

Taeyong arms crossed over his broad shoulders and the other boys watched in silence. The atmosphere was wary-it was as if Mark was the only one who couldn’t understand what Taeyong was hinting at.

“Okay.” Taeyong said as he turned his back and walked back towards the couch.

“Okay-what?” Mark was dumbfounded. He always hated feeling oblivious and left out.

He shrugged and his smile had turned into a smirk,“Nothing.”

Mark sighed. He realized they were teasing him again about her“Hyung-”

“Mark just go-the later you get to her house the more likely she will be to kill you.” He taunted.

Mark rolled his eyes and nodded. Before leaving he waved goodbye to his older now group members and smiled ‘By the way,” he cooed, “Wren’s just a friend.” and with that he was out the door and on his way.

“Just a friend my ass.” Doyoung huffed under his breath. He chuckled at how unaware Mark was to his own feelings.

***

“Wren,” he whispered. He sat beside her on her bed as she slept soundly. Mark bounced up and down slightly trying to wake her up-yet nothing. She was a heavy sleeper. The house could be on fire and she still would be hard to wake up.

“Wren.” He whisper shouted. Nothing. A groan escaped his lips and he got up from the bed and walked around towards the side she was facing. He sat on the floor and looked up at her. Her face was parallel to his and he couldn’t help but laugh as she slept with her mouth open. Mark sat on the ground for a while he just watched her sleep soundly.

He flinched when she murmured something and pushed her body closer towards the edge of the bed. Their faces were close in proximity and he couldn’t help but get a little uncomfortable. Of course they had been friends-really good friends for quite sometime, although they’d never been so close physically.

He squinted his eyes hoping she wouldn’t move any further. If she did she’d fall right off the bed and onto him.

She stopped moving and her snores filled the room again and Mark let out a low sigh of relief, although maybe it was too soon. Her eyes suddenly opened and her body sprung forwards falling onto of him, “Who are you?!” She yelled, picking up a pillow beside her she hit Mark and screamed as she did so.

“Wren!” He yelled at her.

Her hits came out with more force and he felt annoyed as his best friend practically beat him up with a pillow.

“God Dammit, Wren!” Mark raised his voice and suddenly the blows to the face stopped. Wren’s eyes widened when she realised she’d been beating Mark with a pillow. She immediately dropped the pillow and helped him up and pulled him onto the bed.

“Mark?” She couldn’t help but snicker. She pressed her lips into a straight line trying her best to hold the laugh in.

He glared at her as he held his sides “Why are you even laughing? That hurt. I’m pretty sure you stepped on my knee cap while you were beating me up with your pillow.” He massaged his right knee and let out a groan.

He had come here in a hurry to tell her good news-not to get hit.

“Okay but you snuck into my house.”

His mouth hung open “I told you I was coming!”

Her shoulders dropped and she hissed “Oh,” She said dragging out the ‘o’, “Oops, I forgot.”

Mark rubbed his knee and glared at her again “Yeah, oops.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed a pillow from behind her and elevated his foot “How’d you even get inside?”

“Spare Key.” He groaned as he held his upper thigh. Wren’s eyes were apologetic although her lips twitched into a grin. Mark looked at her awaiting for her to burst out in laughter. He couldn’t help but grin back at her. He dramatically groaned and lied down on her bed “Wren, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Sorry?”

His body immediately shot up “Just sorry-Ow!”Wren could no longer keep her laugh in and soon her laughter filled the room. Her laugh was more of a cackle that anything. Mark’s hand instinctively covered her mouth and he gave her a stern look and she realised that her parents were asleep in there room, which was right across the hall.

She pushed his hand away and her eyes widened.

“Wren is everything okay?”

There was a sudden knock at the door and Wren sprung up and practically flung herself off the bed.

The door inched open and she held onto the knob stopping the person on the other side.

Her mother peered and in that moment Mark had hid in her duvet and held his breath.

“Sweet heart I heard a loud thump are you alright?”

Wren poked her head out from behind the door and nodded. She wore a wide grin as her mother stared at her with droopy eyes. She stepped out of her room and shut the door behind her to explain.

Mark sat up and came out of his hiding spot and sat at the edge of her bed. Reaching under for a basket he grabbed a bag of chips that she had always kept in her room and began to snack on it. He grinned as he heard her deny the sounds and explain a different story to her mother.

He’d finished half the bag by the time Wren came back in. He turned towards her offering her some chips and she held up her hands as a no.

3:30 AM

“So what’d you tell your mom?” He asked as he popped a chip into his mouth.

“I told her I fell out of bed.” she shrugged.

“Sounds like you.” He teased as he sprawled out onto her bed. Copying his actions she lied down beside him and the two of them stared at her glow in the dark star stickers.

Mark had gotten them for her on her seventh birthday. Her and her family had moved out of their home and into a new one, where she could finally get her own room. As great as it was-she was afraid of the dark and had a really hard time falling asleep. So as a solution Mark had gotten her the stickers so she would no longer be scared.

A smile etched onto his lips and he looked over at Wren who was staring up at the ceiling fondly. The room was dark although, the stars above them provided some light.

“Remember when I got you those?”

She nodded “Yeah. I remember opening your present and thinking ‘what is this?’ then I realized what it was and I then I immediately ran up the stairs and brought you with me.” she giggled as she recalled the past memory, “I didn’t even finish opening the rest of the other presents, all the kids were cheesed because I postponed cake eating by fifteen minutes.” her eyes dropped and her words became slurred.

“Yeah I was pretty cheesed too. Like come on- how could you be so inconsiderate Wren?”

She playfully nudged his arm and shrugged “Then from there every single year for my birthday you get me another big star to add up onto the ceiling.” she yawned and her eyes struggled to stay open.

The room was quiet and the two of them went back to staring up at the ceiling, suddenly they found their legs intertwining and it was comfortable.

Mark had forgotten his whole purpose of coming to her house.

He let his eyes close and his body washed over with a feeling of tiredness. He looked over to his side to see Wren asleep. She looked so peaceful. He loved spending time with her, whether it was doing something stupid or actually going out. With her it was always such a good and relaxing time. She was the person Mark could go to when life was stressful and when he was down.

It hit him. He had come to a realization that once training and endless hours of practice start, they would have less moments like this. Suddenly he found himself not wanting to tell her the good news. It made him nervous and his stomach did not feel right. Being away from made him uneasy.

He moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her torso. They lazily hung around her body and their faces were only centimeters apart.

He loved moments like this where they could hold one another in each other’s arms without having it being weird. They were close to the point where nothing was weird anymore. His fingers brushed the hair out of her face and what he said next made him confused; “I’m sorry.” He didn’t quite know what he really apologizing for but he felt like it needed to be said. He looked at her with empty eyes and he couldn’t help but feel guilty. She sleepily moved closer and her arms hugged his body back. Mark sighed and closed his eyes, resting his head on top of hers.

He watched as her chest rose up and down and he could hear her loud heart beat. He sat up and carefully pulled the duvet back onto the bed to cover the two of them. He hugged her tighter in his arms and his lips hovered over her forehead “I’m sorry.”

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Hey cuties! Well I really hope you liked this first chapter, its more or less of an intro to the whole story. I’ve been anticipating posting this first chapter and now here it is…after like how many months of me saying I would post it.

As you can tell this story had a lot of dialogue and I hope that’s alright lol. But yeah its one of those stories. I hope you like it and pls show the love and reblog and feel free to tell me how you’re liking it so far. Love you guys!

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