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sparklyaxolotlstudent · 4 years

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In honor of watching Z-o-m-b-i-e-s 2, I’m giving a bit of review of my favorite and not so favorite Disney Channel Musicals, because why not.

Please do note that these are sarcastic as heck and that I do actually enjoy these movies. For the most part, they’re popcorn movies and fun to watch.

High School Musical

With Four movies (and a sort of tv series), I think this is the most profitable saga in the whole channel.

The first one: Fun music, cliché as heck, and really dark when you start to think about it too much. I like the fact that Sharpay is not your typical villain, and Ashely Tisdale portrayal actually makes her more sympathetic than some of the “heroes”… yeah, I’m talking about Chad, who is a total douchebag, and Taylor, who is a complete tool.

Sharpay (And Ryan’s) crimes? Talking with Mrs. Darbus about changing the date of the callbacks. They didn’t even lie to do this, they just outright said it was highly suspicious that someone who had never shown any interest was now all over it. Mrs. Darbus agreed. She also “introduced” Gabriella to Taylor. Her only real dick move was talking down Kelsi.

Chad and Taylor? They lie and manipulate their supposed friends. Taylor even only became friends with Gabriella when she thought she could get something out of her.

Then the Decathlon team and the basketball team proceed to cheat on their respective competitions so Troy and Gabriella can show up to callbacks!

ANYWAY. I still know the songs by heart (And Sharpay’s and Ryan repertoire are the most awesome of them all)

The second one: I loved it, but it really has a weird message… the first one is all “BE YOURSELF”, while this one is all “SUCCUMB TO PEER PRESSURE”. To recap: Troy is sure his parents can’t afford to get him into a good college, so he agrees to suck up to Sharpay and get a job at a resort where her parents are really powerful. He even manages to get ALL of his friends jobs! (Except Kelsi and Gabriella, who already had jobs there. Sharpay even was the one who told Kelsi about the opening at the club). The first thing they do, literally not even five minutes into the job is to bitch and moan and complain about how hard it is. Sharpay uses her influences to promote Troy and introduce him to a professional team who are sincerely impressed with this boy. How do his “friends” react? Of course they support him and are happy he will have this once in a lifetime opportunity!

Ha! Nope. They are jealous of him, especially Chad, and bitch and moan and guilt trip him until he falls to peer pressure and ditches every single advantage he got after Gabriella also dumps him for being sexually harassed by Sharpay. (I’m exaggerating a bit, but seriously, poor Troy)

I also want to point out that for some reason people like to ship Ryan with Chad due to them sharing a song here and switching their hats shirt/jersey, despite Ryan being visibly scared of Chad on the first one, and they don’t even interacting once in the following.

Also I find it hilarious when Troy is jealous of Gabriella talking with Ryan.

The music is on par of the first one, and I know most of them by heart too! Again, Sharpay and Ryan’s numbers kick ass, even the weird HumuhumunukukuA’pua’a

The third one: Honestly my least favorite of the saga. Gabriella dumps Troy for the third time, ghost him and decides that her future is more important (Y’know… the things she dumped Troy for in the second movie) and once again Troy has to fight tooth and nail to get together with her again. I bet Gabriella is dumping him again as you read this.

Some songs are good, but they’re honestly confusing, “I want it all” is a fantasy sequence the first time, but the second time is Ryan’s number in the Musical. “Who’s that girl” was about Kelsi in the rehearsals, but about Sharpay in the actual musical.

The movie do have it’s sweet moments, like Ryan and Kelsi bonding (Who totally are each other’s beards), Sharpay being outsmarted and then deciding to be the baddest bitch. Chad and Taylor being practically background characters in this one…

Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure: Awesome and well deserved spin off. Ashely Tisdaly performance as Sharpay is one of the things that really made High School Musical stand out. The music is good, the plot is okay-ish. I don’t remember much of the new characters, but Peyton was good for Sharpay’s character development, even if he is sort of a satellite character.

Camp Rock

The music of both movies is very good, and the first one is okay, but coming right after High School Musical, it felt like a rip off. The music in both is awesome tho.

I barely remember the names of the characters, and the Alpha Bitch character is very… poorly thought off? She’s a mean bitch with some talent, but, like, everyone in that Camp is talented, and is pretty obvious that her mom doesn’t care about her that much, so why bother trying to suck up to her?

The Camp guide… counselor guy is also clearly biased favoring her, yet he knows what kind of a bitch she is, which makes absolute zero sense. Sure, she could complain to her mom about it, but Camp Rock is supposedly super exclusive and famous already. Her blaming the food fight on the protagonist and the other girl was somewhat believable due to how the question of who started it was asked, but her accusing protagonist girl of stealing a bracelet and then hiding it in an extremely obvious open to everyone place. It feels like he actually hates the protagonist.

The second one is even weirder. Camp Rock as THE most famous camp ever in the story of anything, and now we are supposed to believe is an underdog camp who struggles to get by. The antagonist of the previous movie, who was supposed to have learned her lesson switches to the new Camp Star, who is now the most awesome camp in the story of ever, despite being literally new and unknown. Also the protagonist somehow manages to bet the camp away, despite being in no way associated with the owner. And they don’t mentioning it in the original bet… And then they win not through talent and hard work, but for a technicality.

Yay?

Teen Beach Movie

The first one is awesome and fun to watch. The fish out of water, and the culture whiplash is educative, progressive, and presented in a fun and relatable way (“Like Me”, about the different expectations boys and girls have in both eras) and “Can’t stop singing” is just hilarious. Garret Clayton is just hilarious as Tanner.

The second one has fun moments (“Twist your frown upside down”) but… well, I like it a lot less than the first one. They retcon and change lots of things established, or at least hinted in the first movie. The first one establishes the rules of the musical, and the characters go along with those, while the second one throws those rules and makes it a traditional musical, which makes no sense. The first movie heavily hints that Brady and Mack has been together for some time, and that they meet due to Brady working with Mack’s grandpa… in the second one the grandpa is nowhere to be seen, and now they meet on their own, they had been dating only for that summer and “Wet Side Story” is both their favorite movie, when in the first movie it was said to be Brady’s and Mack’s Grandpa’s favorite movie, and Mack barely knew about it. The first one also threats the main characters equally, while here, Tanner could disappear from the main plot and it would not make a difference.. The second movie is very feminist, which is not bad in itself, but also is very anti-male in the process, which… well, nope. In the first movie they were both Tanner and Lela were portrayed as slightly ditzy, brainless beauties, but in this one, Tanner is an outright dumbass, and Lela a freaking genius (Even understanding calculus on her first try).Brady also takes a level on jerkass and is dumber, while in the first one he was more capable and reliable. And then the ends happens and the movie in universe goes from “Wet Side Story” to “Lela Queen of the Beach”, which sounds incredibly narcissistic and self-centered on Lela’s part… not to mention in the video we are shown Tanner is, again, portrayed as an idiot instead of Lela’s love interest.

Descendants

Do I think the premise is a cash grab? Abso-fucking-lutely? Do I still enjoy every bit of them? HELL YES.

They’re popcorn movies, the First one even has Kristin Chenoweth, which is always a good thing. There are horrifying implications like in Ever After High (Which I have no idea which was “first”, since EAH came first, but there were plans for this long before EAH came into being)

ANYWAY, the plot of the first one is solid, although I honestly think making them animated would have made them a lot more enjoyable. The characters are relatable and sympathetic, even if they’re trying to prove they’re “bad”, it all comes to them being super afraid of their parents. Audrey is a major asshole tho, I have no idea why many people “stan” her, when she’s a horrible person. Chad is also bad, but to be fair, his speech at Family day was only truths, he didn’t even had anything to say against Carlos. “You can do different than your parents” is always a good lesson. Even if that technically applies to Audrey being an evil bitch by choice too.

The second is a bit iffier, with Mal essentially succumbing to the pressure of essentially being seen as the Future Queen, when she has had barely any time to process being good. Also they gave Lonnie a huge role and that also was cool as hell (Even if stupid Hasbro didn’t make a doll of her). Her ship teasing with Jay I could do without. Jane/Carlos was adorable though. I also hate Uma and how people compare her to Mal, especially Ben. Mal was afraid of Maleficent and wanted to prove herself worthy. Uma did all what she did for herself and herself alone. (This does change in the third movie, but still)

Third one felt rushed as hell. I liked the big reveal of Mal being Hades’ daughter, and I liked Hades. I didn’t liked how they replaced Freddie from the Wicked World shorts for Celia (They could have used the same character FFS!) I really liked Freddie character. She blended well with the other VKs, and somehow managed to become close (And I would dare to say BFF) with Jane… anyway, onto the movie. Audrey is a bitch, she’s completely evil and unrepentant, and the final solution is to break the barrier? … what… I would argue that getting the children should have been a priority and then slowly get the adults out. And the main 4 never encountered their parents again…

I dislike that Lonnie was not there in the third movie, but they compensated that with the bromance between Jay and Gil… like, if Lonnie needed to be out for that bromance to bloom, I’m ok with that. (Seriously, Ben and Mal end up practically engaged, Evie got proof that her thing with Doug was True Love, and Carlos has a budding romance with Jane, Uma/Harry is pretty much also a couple… Jay essentially ends up with Gil as his “pair the spares” partner. )

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

It was a good movie, even if the message is a little awkward if you try to apply to the real world. Not that “don’t be racist douchebag” is wrong, but when you portray your minority as a literal race of monsters that eat brains and need the other race to be able to function (The Z bands) yeah…

Anyway, the music is very cool (BAMM is totally my jam) and the Addison / Zed is not as jarring as other examples (They are a lot more healthy than Troy/Gabriela, for example)

I might be gay-biased, but while it is obvious that Bucky is jealous of Zed getting attention, at times he seems jealous of Addison being with Zed.

The make up and characterization of the zombies is also… well, bad. They look like discount Jokers. They could have done something really fun and give each character a different hair color, or at least different shades of green.

In the second… well, they handled “political issues” WAY better than Teen Beach Movie. They didn’t sacrifice characters for this, their attitudes do fit with what they did in the first one. It is a bit annoying that they undo the happy ending of the first one and that Bucky and the ‘Aceys are still racist assholes… actually, the aceys seem to be even MORE assholish than they were in the first movie. And that’s without saying they replaced one of them. Bree is has less screen time than in the first movie, but at least her shiptease with Bonzo did result in them being together (They’re cute!)

I will also admit I kinda disliked this because the Toy Fair showed the toys and the main werewolf girl was basically a human Clawdeen Wolf (Literally… you can see some comparisons) but the actual character doesn’t look that much like Clawdeen, so no idea why they went that route for the doll.

Addison’s hair looks platinum blonde instead of the white it looked in the first movie. The make up of the zombies is just as bad as the first one. There are scenes in which Zed doesn’t look to have make up.

Addison is not a werewolf, but the prophecy about the “Great Alpha” only shows someone with long white hair… I don’t think it’s mentioned she is a werewolf… and Addison does fulfill said prophecy

There is a scene were Addison is interacting with the only important of the guy Werewolves, Wyatt, and Zed is watching them and gets very jealous… and I couldn’t help but be reminded of the HSM2 scene with Troy being jealous of Ryan… and then at the end Wyatt compliments Bonzo… so yeah.

I liked the werewolves more than the cheerleaders. Wyatt is totally my favorite, and I actually laughed when Zoey gave scritches to the other girl and she ended up enjoying it haha.

Also, Addison is totally and alien.

Or a fairy.

Honorably Mentions:

Lemonade Mouth. This is one of the most boring movies I have seen. I didn’t remember this one until I did a search for the DCOM movies in case I missed one and here it is.

Lizzie Maguire: Not a musical per se, but it did have music in it. Other than the male friend falling hard for the female friend, this is very enjoyable.

The Cheetah Girls. A shame that internal fighting left this saga kind of incomplete. They’re fun movies. Raven-Symone is an awesome singer and actress.

In order of my enjoyment, I would say they are

1. High School Musical

2. Descendants

3. Teen Beach Movie

4. High School Musical 2

5. Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure

6. Descendants 2

7. Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

8. High School Musical 3

9. Descendants 3

10. Camp Rock

11. Z-O-M-B-I-E-S 2

12. Teen Beach Movie 2

13. Camp Rock 2

Like I said, they all have mostly awesome songs, and are good popcorn movies, so don’t try to look too deep into them.

#high school musical #descendants #teen beach movie #Camp Rock #z-o-m-b-i-e-s

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ofregiums · 5 years

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silence ! raise the royal standard, for the king of hungary, DOMINYKAS VANCURA, has arrived. being thirty-one years old, he is currently on the throne. many around the court call him the insurgent by virtue of him being perspicacious and captivating, while also being ruthless and aggressive. —played by max irons

— THE BASICS

full name: dominykas leandro vancura date of birth: july 26th age: thirty-one star sign: leo profession: king of hungary ( canon ), hedge fun manager mi6 operative ( modern ) loyalty: hungary, house vancura, entente alignment: chaotic neutral mbti: estp spoken languages: hungarian ( first ), english ( fluent ), spanish ( fluent ), french ( fluent ), mandarin ( fluent ), russian ( advanced ), italian ( advanced ), lithuanian ( intermediate ), polish ( intermediate ), hindustani ( intermediate ), arabic ( beginner ) mother’s name: gabriella vancura father’s name: richárd vancura ( deceased ) siblings, if any: pál vancura ( older, deceased in canon ), aurélia vancura ( younger ), adelaida & angéla vancura ( younger, identical twins ), dániel vancura ( younger ) children: laima vaisvila ( aged five ) height: 6′2″ hair colour: dark brown. eye colour: blue-grey.

— CANON VERSE

first off, let me start off by saying that dom can be the wOOOoooooOoooRST. what’s his damage, heather ? well, it’s not his family. his family was super loving and supportive and he grew up loving all of his siblings and such. never rly had the responsibilities of being king so he fucked around a lot as a teenager, partaking in hedonistic behavior bc why not ?

fell like fucking head over heels madly in love at the age of seventeen to a lithuanian duke’s daughter and shit, nothing else mattered. she was his polar opposite like a goddamn ray of sunshine but she made him want to clean up his act in a way that he never though possible. he !!! fucking !!! loved !!! her !!!

yep, loved. bc he can’t be happy, duh. they got married at the age of eighteen, things were fucking great. she tempered him down and reminded him that there was good that no one else saw. about two years into their marriage, the two discovered that tiesa was pregnant. but the war was brewing and he felt like he needed to fight and that all sorta stressed his wife out a lot. she has a miscarriage due to it.

that was the first knife to the heart. dom grew resentful and numb to his emotions. he detached from his family and was a far harsher and colder man. lacking a purpose, he went off to fight in the war. witnessing those horrors really fucked him up and added another knife to the heart.

he had a partner in crime in the war, a total ride or die. this was probably the only guy that could coax a smile out of dom lately. so obviously that meant he couldn’t live. he was killed saving dom. that traumatized the hell out of him.

coming back from the war, dom was no longer the boy he’d once been. he’d become a man, and that man was more akin to something horrible. he delved headfirst in hedonism to drown the pain and clutched to anything that could make him feel – if there was anything at all.

then, his father who he LOVED was murdered by prussia. ( clearly, i’m saying fuck dom rights )

the final straw for him ? losing tiesa. after the glorious news of hearing that she was pregnant again, the two thought this would be the new fresh chapter in their book together. she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl that they named laima. but as quickly as happiness returned to dom, it was taken away -- tiesa lost too much blood during the birth and didn’t even survive to see her beautiful creation. in absolute anguish, dom plucked all the knives of trauma that had once pierced his heart and declared that he no longer had one -- save for his affection for his sister and child.

coveted the throne from his older brother, but really it’s just something to fixate on so he didn’t delve too much into his own fucked up head. he was angry that his brother refused to attack prussia for their sins against their father. considered his brother a weak leader and fully convinced himself that he would be better. (spoiler alert: he wouldn’t.)

he got the chance to make that selfish, horrendous dream into a reality when the vancura family traveled to bern for the peace talks. one night, pirates stormed the castle taking lives and innocence left to right. dom seized his opportunity and stabbed his brother in the midst of the attacks. as he died, dom promised to exact revenge on prussia for their father. when guards came around, he pretended that it was the pirates that had done the deed. oh no ! long live king dominykas, i guess.

dom is hurting and in return, he wishes for everyone else to hurt. and if that meant lighting himself on fire and burning all the bridges on the way, so fucking be it. he’s vindictive and charming like a fucking snake, and he’s just as venomous.

anyways that’s my trash son. if you’re hot, he’ll flirt. if you piss him off, he becomes a scary mass of rage. terrible temper smh.

prussia, he’s coming for you hoes.

— MODERN VERSE

born the second oldest of the vancura children, dominykas didn’t have as heavy of a responsibility on his shoulders as his older brother did. honestly, he liked it that way. he had no desire in being controlled or even having a hand in his family’s business – banking. his great grandfather created the company and soon, the ambition turned it into an empire.

while his parents had met as children in hungary, they migrated to london once they eloped for a better chance in life. dom has only been back a handful of times in his life to visit family. he hasn’t been gone by his own will since the age of sixteen and doesn’t plan on doing so.

instead of worrying about the family name, dom enjoyed being the pretty hedonistic rich boy that got everything he wanted and did everything he pleased. was the peak definition of a fuckboi growing up and was very proud of it.

didn’t really want to further his education. while he was naturally intelligent, he never had the desire to just learn for learning’s sake. but not attending university was a non-starter when it came to his strict father. he was handed pamphlets of high-end schools and was forced to make a choice. he decided on oxford university, since he had zero desire to leave england.

that ended up being the right choice because: a.) he met his best friend florian & b.) he met tiesa. she was by far the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life and the moment dom tried to use his usual disingenuous charm on her, she shut him the fuck down. holy shit, he needed it. and the reason that she called him out on his bullshit was exactly the reason he fell in love with her. after much back and forth throughout their studies, she agreed to go out with him and they started dating very soon after.

near the end of his university experience, dom was approached by a “hedge fund firm” for an internship. upon the interview process, he learned that it was in fact a cover for the secret intelligence service. they wanted to hire him as an operational officer. dom, a known thrill seeker, thought it would be fun.

keeping his lives separate proved to be difficult, especially with how things were going with tiesa. they fought a lot about him being secretive and it placed a strain on their relationship. things grew doubly complicated when tiesa announced that she was pregnant. dom asked her to marry him instantly, not wanting this to be a decision that severed their ties. they had an elopement, much to his family’s dismay, and a few months later – laima was born.

if he thought he understand love before, fuck it only grew tenfold. all he knew was that he loved his wife and his daughter and he would do all he could to protect them. ironic, considering the nature of his job.

upon graduation, the secret intelligence service offered him a lucrative new position – in the field as an operative. it sort of felt like something out a movie but this was a cold reality that would change dominykas’ life for the worst.

collecting information, by means or torture or even worse methods, wore on the man. but he couldn’t just back out of his agreement. he was in for life and that was a decision he would have to learn to accept. except, dom was a stubborn man. so, he tried to get away. packed up tiesa and laima and booked a trip to the states. he was willing to trade secrets to the cia for protection.

the day they were supposed to leave, he found tiesa shot through the head in their kitchen. laima was wailing in her nursery. the official news was that it was a botched bulgary. but dominykas knew, he fucking knew. it was them. and he had no choice but to continue to work for them. for laima’s safety.

his mind spiraled into darkness and paranoia after his wife’s death. he didn’t know who he could or couldn’t trust. could it have been one of his siblings who betrayed him ? a friend from his dining club ? truth be told, the only person that he trusted throughout this all was florian but even his best friend could not salvage the shell of the person he’d become after losing tiesa.

now, dom bitterly continues to work for the service, no longer batting an eye at the the violence and schemes of it all.

drinks a lot more than he used to. too much, actually.

no longer attempted to be there for laima as he should be. truthfully, he sees too much of tiesa in her and the reminder threatens to take him off the deep end.

#( * introductions. )#( * rich kid asshole ; paint me as a villain | dominykas vancura. )

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sevenpabosandabunchoffans · 6 years

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A Look Into the Future

Characters: Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, Original Characters, Park Chanyeol

Words: 3339

Genre: Parents!Namjin, Preschool Director!Jin, Daddy!Yoongi, Orchestra Conductor!Yoongi, Computer Repairman!Hoseok, College Student!Jimin, College Student!Taehyung, College Student!Jungkook

Warnings: lots of fluff

Summary: “What do they end up doing with their life? Like what does Jungkook decide to do for a job?”; “I need to know how Jimin has been in college. What is he studying?”; “Like I LOVE and ADORE your fic so fucking much it would always be a delight to read new things about and especially about Hoseok’s future? Or at least an update of course! And even more what they all look like in the future BUT DAMN I WOULD READ EVERYTHING ANYTIME”; A look into what the boys choose to study in college and what they choose as a career; Time Period - Jungkook’s first day of college; Ages: Jin - 40, Namjoon - 39, Chanyeol - 23, Yoongi - 23, Sophia - 23, Hoseok - 22, Jimin - 20, Taehyung - 20, Jungkook - 18, Gabriella - 18, Sammie - 4, Chloe - 2 months

A/N: A lot of people were really interested in what each of the boys ended up doing with their lives, so here you go! I’ve also updated the masterlist with the name of another upcoming drabble. Hope you enjoy! <3

“And you’re doing okay down there with your brothers? I don’t need to come pack you up and bring you back home?” Namjoon playfully rolled his eyes as he shifted in the bed next to Jin, his phone resting in between the two as they spoke to Jungkook the night before his first day of college.

“Dad, it’s literally only been five days, I am fine.” Jungkook’s voice rang through the speaker, attempting to calm and assure Jin. “I gotta go, Jimin’s boyfriend made dinner for us. It’s Mexican night!”

Both Jin and Namjoon couldn’t help but to smile at how excited their youngest child sounded for food. “Alright, Kookie, I’ll call you tomorrow to see how your first day went.” In response, the couple heard the voices of their three youngest exclaiming into the phone that they missed them. “We miss you too!” Jin and Namjoon said one final goodbye before finally hanging up the phone. Jin sighed deeply, making Namjoon look at him. “What do we do now?” Jin looked at him sadly. “All of our babies are grown up and moved off.”

Namjoon scooted closer to Jin and wrapped his arm over his waist, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. “You say that like we’ll never see them again.” Jin pouted, making Namjoon continue. “Yoongi lives just a few minutes away, and you see him almost every day when he goes to pick Sammie and Chloe up from the preschool. Hoseok lives just across town, and we both know that the twins and Jungkook plan on coming back as soon as they graduate.” Jin grumbled, obviously not wanting to admit that Namjoon was right. “Come on, we’re supposed to be happy that they all grew up to be good, responsible adults.”

Jin sighed dramatically. “I guess you’re right.” He turned to look at his husband of 15 years. “I hate when you do that.”

“Do what?” Namjoon asked, trailing a few soft kisses along Jin’s jaw.

“Get all logical with me.” Jin pouted more as Namjoon sat up.

“Looks like you need a distraction~” Before Jin could ask Namjoon what he meant, Namjoon was already maneuvering himself to fit between Jin’s legs, making Jin start to giggle as he spread his legs to accommodate him. “We still haven’t celebrated your promotion.” At the end of July, the director of the preschool notified the staff of her retirement, spending the first couple of weeks deciding who would be her successor. She eventually picked Jin, who everyone knew was the obvious choice as he had been working there the longest, and the next day would be his first official day as the director.

“That’s right, we haven’t. Someone’s slacking~” Jin teased, playfully smacking Namjoon’s shoulder before gladly welcoming his lips on his own.

“Morning, Daddy!” Sammie greeted as Yoongi entered the kitchen, still tucking his shirt in as he was running slightly behind that morning.

“Good morning, princess~” Yoongi stopped to kiss the top of his four-year old’s head before walking over to the counter to fix his own breakfast plate. Sophia was also at the counter, making a bottle for the newest addition to their family, two-month-old Chloe. “Thank you for making breakfast.” Yoongi lightly kissed his wife before tickling the bottom of Chloe’s foot. “And there’s the little noisemaker~” Chloe quirked her lips up in a toothless grin as Yoongi spoke to her. “Someone just didn’t want to sleep last night, did they?”

“I think she knows what’s coming for her today.” Sophia said as Yoongi took his plate and joined Sammie at the table to eat. Sophia was referring to how she would be taking Chloe to get her two-month shots that morning, something even she wasn’t looking forward to.

“Chloe’s a strong girl, I think she’ll be fine.” Yoongi assured Sophia as she sat down at the table with them to feed Chloe. As Yoongi finished his eggs, he noticed that Sammie was also done. “Come on, Sammie, it’s time to go brush our teeth~”

The preschool started to pout. “But it’s Bubble Guppies time!” Since they ate breakfast at home, Sophia went to the center a little later in the day with the two girls, allowing Sammie to watch an episode of her favorite show before she finished getting ready each morning.

“I know, baby, but Daddy’s gonna take you to school today, remember?” Sophia was quick to explain before Sammie could get too upset. “I gotta take baby sister to the doctor.”

“Oh yeah~” Sammie said as if she had just remembered then climbed out of her chair and followed Yoongi to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

After getting both their brushes prepared, Yoongi looked down at his daughter. “You ready?” Sammie nodded definitively and put her pink Little Mermaid toothbrush in her mouth, observing her dad closely to mimic his movements as he brushed his teeth. Each time he spit into the sink, he would then step back and pick Sammie up, so she could spit too, setting her back on the floor to continue brushing. When they were finally done, he crouched down in front of her. “Let me see those teeth~” Sammie smiled widely for her dad, who immediately began to praise. “Wow, those are the cleanest teeth I’ve seen! Any cleaner and you would blind me!” Sammie giggled as Yoongi stood back up. “Okay, go get your backpack now~” The preschooler ran off to her room while Yoongi walked into Chloe’s nursery where Sophia was changing the infant. “Please wish me luck~” Yoongi whined, wrapping his arms around Sophia from behind and burying his face in her shoulder.

“Why?” Sophia asked, turning around to face him after fastening the clean diaper and making sure Chloe wasn’t in danger of rolling over and off of the changing table.

“The beginners are playing their instruments for the first time today.” Unlike his younger brothers, who were still in college, the school year for Yoongi began the previous week (earlier if one counted his teacher work days), and after spending one week teaching the sixth graders the proper way to hold their bows and the basics of their instruments, it was time to actually begin teaching them to play.

“Oh, you poor baby~” Sophia indulged him by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug.

“I’m serious! If I had to pick something I hated about my job, besides the lack of budget the school district gives to the orchestra program, it would be this day.”

“I know, I’m being serious, too~” Sophia failed at holding in her laughter, so she chose to lean up and press their lips together to muffle it.

“I’m ready to go!” The couple pulled away as their oldest daughter ran into the room with her backpack and shoes already on, and on the right feet.

“Look at you, putting your shoes on all by yourself!” Sophia praised as she picked Chloe up from the changing table. “Come give me and Chloe bye hugs~” The four-year-old listened and ran to her mother, accepting a kiss from her then leaning in and giving Chloe a kiss herself.

“When will you be at school?” Sammie had gotten extremely used to both her mother and grandfather teaching her class, and her four-year-old mind was worried about what would happen without her mom there.

“Don’t worry, Sammie, I’ll be there just in time to read our story.” Sophia assured her before giving her one more kiss. “Love you~” She told the girl before standing up and giving her husband a bye kiss. “And I love you~”

Yoongi responded with another kiss before taking Sammie’s hand and leading her out of the house, both of them yelling goodbyes over their shoulder.

Hoseok exited his apartment with his bag and, after checking the email on his phone one more time just to confirm he had the right address in mind, walked over to the staircase to go one floor up, still shocked that the client lived in his complex.

After graduating with his Associate Degree in Computer Information Systems Technology, Hoseok started freelancing his repair services to have some form of income as he applied for IT jobs at various places. Now two years later, he’d decided to stick with the self-employment route as he realized people were willing to pay him more than what he had been offered from the few companies that had called him in for an interview.

He finally arrived at the correct apartment and knocked on the door. The door opened and Hoseok immediately found himself feeling flustered as he forced himself to keep his gaze from falling on the young woman’s bare legs. “A-are you, uh, Gabriella?”

“Yes, you must be Hoseok, hi, come on in!” Gabriella rushed out, stepping to the side to let Hoseok into her apartment. “My laptop is right in here on the coffee table.” She directed him to sit on her couch and showed him her laptop. “It’s just been glitching and crashing on me every few minutes, which is extremely inconvenient for me because I just started classes at UACCM last week, and the second week of school is not a good time for my computer to stop working, and I was just gonna take it to best buy, but then one of my friend’s brothers, apparently he was a classmate of yours or something, recommended you to me, so I thought why not, and now I’m rambling.” Hoseok held back a chuckle at the young woman as she looked down at her legs. “And I just realized I’m not wearing any pants, excuse me for just a second.” She ran off to what Hoseok assumed to be her bedroom, and he finally did let out a small laugh, simultaneously releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

While Gabriella was gone, Hoseok began playing around with the laptop in front of him, trying to find the source of the issue. When Gabriella returned, now sporting a pair of jeans, Hoseok immediately stood up and looked at her. “Just from initial observations it seems like it might take me a few days to find the issue and resolve it.” Gabriella’s face fell, and Hoseok rushed to apologize to her. “I’ll try to get it done as fast as I can, but I do have other clients, so it might take a while. If you’re okay with me taking it with me…”

“Oh, yeah, go ahead~” Gabriella nodded and gathered the power cord for him as he gently placed her laptop in his bag. “I’ll just use the computer lab on campus and try to stay ahead of my work until it’s done.”

“There is good news to this.” Hoseok offered. “I live just one floor down, so I can bring it right up as soon as it’s fixed.”

“Oh, I might not be home, though~” Gabriella said. “I also work in Morrilton when I’m not in class, so I don’t get home until late. But I can give you my number and you can call me when it’s fixed, then I can pick it up from your place when I get home.”

Hoseok nodded in agreement. “That sounds good.” He pulled a notepad and pen out of his bag and handed it to Gabriella, so she could write her number down. “I will, hopefully, talk to you in a few days.”

“Yeah, thanks, Hoseok.” Gabriella walked him to the front door and waved before closing it behind him.

Jungkook sat at the bar counter of his new apartment that he shared with his older brothers, sleepily shoveling spoonfuls of oatmeal into his mouth. He looked up when he heard someone enter the room, seeing Taehyung shuffling his way into the kitchen. “Why does my first class have to be at 8:30?” Jungkook complained, dropping his spoon back into his bowl so he could slump over the counter.

Taehyung shrugged. “You’re the one who scheduled it~” He responded as he pulled a box of mini blueberry muffins out of the cabinet.

Jungkook shook his head. “I didn’t even have the choice! It was the only time available and it’s a required class.” He picked his spoon back up but froze when he realized something. “Wait, I thought your first class wasn’t until later.”

“It’s not.” Taehyung answered, sticking one of the muffins in his mouth whole. “But I’m expecting a call and I wanted to make sure I was awake for it.” He spoke around his mouthful of food.

A few minutes later, Jimin came out with his backpack and dance bag. “See you later, guys~”

“Woah, woah, woah~” Jungkook called out, making Jimin stop. “I know you’re not planning on walking out of here without breakfast.”

Jimin turned back around to face his brothers. “Guys, don’t worry, I’m meeting Chanyeol at Louie’s for a breakfast date before my ballet class. I’m not skipping breakfast, trust me.”

“We do,” Taehyung assured him. “We were just making sure.” He picked up another muffin but dropped it as his phone started to ring. “Hey, how’d your appointment go?” He asked the second he answered it, running back to his bedroom for privacy.

“Hey, when are you having lunch?” Jimin asked Jungkook.

“I have, like, an hour break between my first two classes at around 11:30~” Jungkook answered before taking another bite of his oatmeal.

“You’ll probably get out early since it’s the first day. I’m done for the day at 10:30, and I know Taehyung gets out around 11:30 too, so just text us when you get done, then we can meet up for lunch. I’m thinking Cane’s. That sound good to you?”

“Oh, definitely~” Jungkook responded enthusiastically, already getting excited for what he had decided was his new favorite restaurant after his brothers took him to eat there for dinner the night he moved in.

“Great, see you later. Have a good first day~” Jimin walked over and ruffled the 18-year old’s hair before finally leaving the apartment.

Not much later, Jimin was sitting across from his boyfriend of nearly two years at Louie’s café as they had their orders taken. “I would like a Spanish omelet, please.”

As Jimin handed his menu to the waiter, Chanyeol stated his own order. “And I would like the number three combo with pancakes, fried eggs, and bacon.” The couple thanked the waiter as he walked off. “So, you excited for this semester?” Chanyeol took Jimin’s small hand in his own, rubbing his thumb over the smooth skin.

“Well, I finally get to start my core social work classes, so that’ll be a nice breather from all the boring gen ed classes.” Jimin answered honestly, letting himself be lulled to total relaxation from the way Chanyeol had now moved on to massaging his fingers.

“I remember a certain someone constantly gushing over their sociology classes last semester.” Chanyeol teased his younger boyfriend.

“Yeah, those were the non-boring gen ed classes.” Jimin retorted. “What about you, Mr. Almost-Done-With-My-Masters?”

Chanyeol chuckled at Jimin’s attempt at teasing him before answering, now abandoning playing with Jimin’s fingers in favor of intertwining their fingers together. “Well, I have a meeting with my professor today to review my thesis project so far, and then I was hoping to treat my adorable boyfriend to lunch and maybe a cuddle session.”

Jimin sighed. “I told Jungkook that we’d have lunch together today.” Chanyeol pouted, looking absolutely adorable in Jimin’s eyes. “Buuuuut…” Chanyeol looked hopeful at this, “…after lunch, Jungkook will be in class until 6:30, and then Taehyung has class from 2:30-4:00, so if you possibly wanted to come over for some cuddling, or even a little more…” Jimin trailed off, just looking at his boyfriend.

A smile spread across Chanyeol’s face as he leaned in to lightly press his lips to Jimin’s nose, making the 20-year-old scrunch it up. “That sounds great.”

After the couple finished their breakfast, they exited the restaurant and began the trek back to campus. Thankfully the Music & Dramatic Arts Building wasn’t too far, so Jimin didn’t worry too much about being late for his ballet class. They stopped outside the building and Jimin didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. “Thank you for buying me breakfast~” He went up on his tiptoes, but Chanyeol still had to bend down for their lips to meet.

“You are most certainly welcome~” Chanyeol said as soon as they parted. “I’ll come by your apartment a little before 2:00, okay?”

Jimin nodded and leaned up for another kiss. “Bye~” He whispered against Chanyeol’s lips before molding them together again, teasing his boyfriend by allowing him to swipe his tongue against his bottom lip before pulling away fully. “Gotta go!” He said cheerfully before bounding away, knowing that Chanyeol was probably already planning on how to get back at him later.

“Hey, Taehyung~” Taehyung looked up from where he was scrolling through Twitter on his laptop and saw Alyssa, someone he remembered from freshman year. “We’re having a party this weekend, you should totally come.”

Taehyung politely smiled at her as memories from the last time the two of them were at a party together raced through his mind. “Sorry, but I can’t~”

“You haven’t been to a party since freshman year!” Alyssa exclaimed.

“Yeah, I’m kind of trying to focus on my grades right now.” Taehyung responded. “Wanna make sure I get into OT school.”

“I can respect that.” Alyssa said. “But if you ever wanna get together in some other way-“

“I’m taken now.” Taehyung cut her off.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” She looked guilty over hitting on him.

Taehyung gave her a friendly smile. “It’s okay.”

Alyssa smiled back as she stood up to go back to where she was originally sitting before seeing Taehyung in the same class as her. “Well, I’ll see you around.”

An hour later, Taehyung was sitting at a booth at Raising Cane’s with his brothers, each of them with a chicken strip basket in front of them. “So, Jungkook, how’s your day been so far?”

“Well, I’ve only had one class, but it’s been great so far!” Jungkook picked up a French fry and dipped it in the special Cane’s sauce. “My professor right off the bat asked us to draw something simple just so he could get a feel for everyone’s style, and he complimented me on mine and even asked if he could use it as an example for the entire class. I’m hoping my other art classes today will be just as great.”

“I’m sure they will, Kookie. You’re an amazing artist!” Jimin praised his younger brother as he grabbed the ketchup bottle.

“I’m also really excited for my art history class tomorrow.” Jungkook continued on.

When there was a lull in the conversation, Jimin turned to Taehyung. “By the way, Tae, you might wanna call when you get out of class later, just to make sure it’s safe to come home.”

Taehyung groaned. “Dude, remember our rule about no sexiling!”

“I’m not sexiling you!” Jimin defended himself. “Chanyeol’s not coming over until around the time you leave for class, so you won’t even be home!”

“Just use protection,” was Jungkook’s only comment on the matter as the two 20-year olds began to bicker about the issue at hand. As they continued on, Jungkook glanced at his watch. “I gotta go to class now, see you guys later~”

The twins paused in their quarrel long enough to tell their younger brother goodbye before returning to the matter at hand. “The whole point of you calling is so that we’ll know to wrap it up before you get home!”

Taehyung huffed. “I guess I should be thankful that you warned me instead of letting me walk into it like last time.”

“You said you would be at the library until after midnight!” And thus, started a whole new argument between the two.

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Song Girl - Part 15 - Sungjin Fan Fiction

Song Girl Masterlist

Part 15 - June 2014

Summary: it’s a date.

“Close your eyes.” Sungjin said, holding both of El’s hands in his.

“You keep doing this to me.” Ella replied, but her eyes were closed. He laughed as he slipped the ring he’d gotten onto her finger. Her hand gently shook in hers.

“Ok, you can open them.” He said, holding her right hand but letting her left release.

“Oh my god,” She said staring at the white gold ring on her finger. “It’s a cherry blossom, oh my god…” The ring featured a gold glittering cherry blossom with a smattering of small diamonds with a small pink opal in the center of the flower.

“Do you like it?” He asked, getting a tighter hold on her hand.

“It’s gorgeous, but it looks so expensive…” She said with a furrowed brow.

“Don’t worry about that.”

“I’m happy we went in on this together. Trusting you paid off.” She said as she moved her hand to admire the ring from a different angle.

“And it fits well, right?” He asked and she nodded, tears springing in her eyes.

“This is perfect. Thank you.” She said reaching for him. She kissed him deeply, holding onto his broad shoulders; his kisses could still leave her breathless.

“So do you want to see mine?” He asked as she tucked against his side.

“Did you get matching ones?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s made from the same gold, but no mine is just a band but it has your name engraved.” He said reaching under the collar of his shirt to pull out the gold band.

“Yeah, I struggle to picture you wearing a cherry blossom ring.”

“That’s custom actually.” He said running a finger over her ring.

“Sungjin!” She cried, prepared to reprimand him for spending that much money on a ring, or that much effort. It wasn't like it was an engagement ring. But the ring was beautiful.

“What?” He asked as his arm slid around her. It felt better to hold her than to not, especially if she was within reach.

“If this is what you do for a couple ring, what are you planning to do for an engagement ring?” She asked with a teasing smile. He leaned in and kissed her head.

“I figure I have enough time to save to get something even better than that one.” He said and she shook her head. She turned back to him, standing on her tiptoes and bringing their lips together.

“Thank you,” She said and he nodded, tucking his ring back under his shirt. “Amanda is going to think we’re engaged when she sees the ring.”

“Doesn't she know about couple rings?”

“Ive mentioned them but in the US its more likely that you’ll wear them on your right hand, reserving your left ring finger only for engagement and marriage.”

“But you're in Korea now.”

“I wonder if we could set her up with someone…”

“She's only here for about eighteen months, right?”

“Yeah, she's got a year left then she goes back to grad school in the US.”

“It's nice to know that not all your friends are ahead of the curve.”

“Oh she's brilliant, but she likes rubbing it in that I have to address her formally in Korean but then again we just use English. Its unlikely that we would be so close if we didn't become friends in the US, speaking English with the whole Chingu-Unni thing.”

“The last time you got together, how long exactly did you talk about kpop?”

“A few hours.”

“Fan girl,”

“I’ll be 5Live’s biggest fan.”

“That Masked Singer performance was so cringe worthy.” He said and she laughed.

“I just liked getting to watch you perform for the first time.”

“I prefer having my guitar with me.”

“Baron and Atom take good care of you.”

“They're talking about us doing more live performances.”

“It's been awhile since The Who Is Next stuff right?”

“Yeah, that was right before we started dating. They thought we might get to debut in 2014 but they went with Got7 instead.”

“Would I be allowed to come? I can just be a fan.”

“It's probably better if you come more as Jae's friend than my girlfriend.”

“As long as you know I’ll really be there for you.”

“Aren't friends supposed to be just as important as boyfriend?”

“Not how I see it. Amanda and Angela out rank you, and you outrank most of my male friends but I’ve known Amanda and Angela since I was twelve.”

“When you skipped a grade.”

“Uh huh, they are the sisters I never had. I think Angela's boyfriend is going to propose soon.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, Ryan called me on Skype the other day asking about everything Angela ever told me about weddings and engagements.”

“Why you?”

“We spent a night drunk making half a dozen Pinterest boards on weddings and rings. Well, she was drunk and I was sleep deprived, which means I was functionally drunk.”

“So what type of engagement does she want?”

“She’s not necessarily the romantic type, not like Amanda and I are at least, so she wanted a more simple proposal. I just told him to get a good bottle of wine and cook her dinner then propose over dessert, which could be store bought. I know Ryan can cook so that worked. She did want a good ring though but she’s reasonable enough that she doesn’t expect platnium when they’re twenty two years old.”

“So what would he do about that?”

“Gabriella’s husband, after they had been married for many years and had more money, got her a new engagement ring so I think Ryan intends to do that.”

“I’m surprised they’d be getting married so young, given your opinions on that.” He said before he checked his watch. “I think we should get ready to leave now…”

“Right…” She said moving around and gathering her stuff before going back to talking.

“They’ve been together for two years now. They just graduated and he just got a job in DC and she just got into grad school at Georgetown for linguistics. They’ve been planning their lives together for a while now. And their parents have been pressuring them just to get engaged already. She’s been obsessed with a practical wedding since she wants a feminist marriage. Do you even care about this stuff?” She asked stopping in the middle of putting lunch boxes in his backpack.

“Yeah, it’s interesting to hear about the people in your life that I don’t know.”

“Ok well...I think it comes down to a lot of stuff. I don’t think there could be a better person for her, he’s a good egg. He’s eager to start their lives together officially, and if they’re married, they can justify moving out of their parents’ houses more.”

“And her parents would be more willing now that he has a job.” He said and she popped up to look at him.

“Exactly. Who knows, he might be going to meet Mr. Kim soon.”

“Would you be the maid of honor with your Pinterest board?”

“That depends, it’s hard to fulfill the role of maid of honor from the other side of the world.”

“And they’d get married in the US?”

“Oh yeah, most of their immediate family lives there and the other’s have been talking about coming over to visit for a while.”

“So who all is in this friend group?”

“Me, Amanda, and Angela are really the center; Angela and Ryan met in college. Then all our similar-aged cousins are in the mix, so I think there’s about ten of us?”

“A whole wedding party?” He said with a knowing look.

“It’s liked we planned this from when we were children watching every marriage plot movie in the world. It’s ironic that Ange will be the first one to get married since she really used to hate that stuff. But maybe Amanda and I were too obsessed with romance movies, books, and songs, and idols, that we didn’t get around to finding the one.”

“How did Ryan and Angela meet?”

“They had a couple gen-eds together and he noticed her but didn’t have the balls to talk to her beyond small talk and she had a boyfriend, one that was more of a piece of work than my ex. He was kind of psychologically abusive, trying to gaslight her, but I decided to be intrusive since I was doing a lot of research into intimate partner violence and talked to Amanda and we staged an intervention. So they broke up but at that point she was put off from guys. A couple weeks later we dragged her to the frat party where we found my ex in bed with another girl. It was at Ryan’s frat and he was the one that supplied me with the beer I used to soak Charlie. He was gentlemanly, I even thought he’d be a good boyfriend but he only had eyes for Ange. It took several months for him to get close to her, they were friends for a while before they went out; he waited until she was ready and they’ve been together ever since. That’s how Amanda and I knew he was such a good egg; he was willing to wait. It’s hard to find guys who think anyone is worth waiting for with the plethora of option they see are available on social media and Tinder; if you find one that knows you’re worth waiting for, you know you have something special. There was probably a solid two months that Amanda and I were gaga were Ryan.”

“If that’s going to be your bridesmaid speech, you should probably edit it.” Sungjin said, slipping his hand into hers as they headed to the bus stop.

“Probably, and it should probably be in English.”

“Yeah, so for the sake of curiosity, what is your dream wedding?”

“A cherry blossom themed wedding at Jinhae.” She answered immediately.

“Really?”

“I think you underestimate my love of cherry blossoms.”

“So we would have a very pink wedding.”

“This is my dream wedding, it’s not necessarily practical. But I think that makes sense for us. Jinhae would be convenient for your family in Busan and my friends in the US could justify visiting with the festival and then pink. I love pink.”

“So in this wedding, what is there for me?”

“Live band, a hybrid between the more convenient Korean wedding and the blowout of American weddings, and then we can work out anything else you want and the cost.”

“I know my parents would appreciate it if we can incorporate more traditional elements.”

“Done,”

“And what kind of proposal would you like?”

“Such a loaded question…” Ella sighed, dropping her head on his arm.

“I didn’t know it’d be difficult.” He said with a chuckle.

“I think a proposal should be intimate, someone is asking you to spend the rest of your life with them, saying they want to spend the rest of their life with you. So I don’t like public proposals because they put so much pressure on the person to say yes and the proposal shouldn’t be about everyone else, it should be about the couple. The wedding is about everyone, including the couple, so in contrast should be intimate. I like scavenger hunt proposals, but at the end of the day I just want to share that moment with the person I love, I don’t need a choir or confetti.”

“That’s good to know.” He said leaning in to kiss her forehead while they waited for the bus.

“I can’t believe it’s been two hundred days.” She sighed, resting her head against his shoulder.

“And now we’re going to Namsan.” He said, rolling her shoulder to nudge her up to get on the bus.

“If only the mountain had a thousand cherry trees.” Ella said with a smile while they stood on the bus.

“You are obsessed.”

“I am obsessive, I’ll admit that.” She said with a smile.

“Is that the secret to your brilliance?” He asked and she shrugged.

“I think it’s that when I work, I work hard. Trying is half the battle, the rest of it has come easily to me.”

“You really are a genius.” He said and she shook her head.

“I’m not that smart, so are y’all really going to be doing more live performances?”

“We’re working on it but we really will need a drummer if we’re going to be a rock band.”

“Oh I hope you can find one.” She said and he nodded twisting her hair around his finger.

It’d been awhile since they spent quality time together. For most of the past few weeks, he’d only seen her for a few nights that they spent together but they hadn’t really talked or done much. They had regular phone conversations but she’d been more distractible and out of it than usual. She kept sighing all the time and the bags under eyes had only grown.

“Are you sleeping enough?” He asked abruptly, his gaze flicking to lock on hers.

“No, I’m not. I can tell I’m approaching burnout...Just two more weeks and then it’s vacation time.” She said, sighing again and resting her head against him.

“And you’re going to the US with Amanda?”

“Yep, I thought about getting a whole other suitcase for books.”

“You are obsessive.”

“Told you,”

“What has you so burned out?” He asked and she sighed.

“We’re desperately trying to finish the paper edits to get it published this year and Michael keeps giving me his work but I finally stood up to him a week ago and he looked scandalized that I actually did it. So I think he’s doing his own work today, and I told our boss about his nightly outings so he shouldn’t mess with me again.”

“You need to take of yourself…” He said running his fingers over her shoulders. He didn’t like how tired and put out she looked, but he had to study her face to even notice since she was trying to hide it.

“You don’t need to worry, it’s almost over.” A fuzzy warmth spread through her, spreading from his fingers on her shoulder. She knew he was still going to worry. He would always worry.

“I know your work probably outranks Amanda, and therefore me, but…” He trailed off, unsure how to articulate his thoughts. He didn’t want her to push herself too hard, past the point of burnout; he’d seen girls do it before and it was ugly.

“You recharge me.” She said, her arm around his waist and her body tucked against his side. Under his arm around her shoulders, her body relaxed and her eyes dropped closed. A small smile spread on her lips. She stayed like that for several minutes. Their connected bodies swayed with the movement of the bus.

She wasn’t lying. Being surrounded by him caused her stress to ease, oxytocin replacing cortisol. But it was more than that. Being close to anyone wouldn’t bring that reaction, only being close to him did the trick. Those several minutes later, she picked her head up; her mind was clearer and that anxious squeeze around her heart had eased. Lifting her gaze to his, she felt anchored in his eyes, like she’d come home, leaving her troubles at the door.

“I can tell…” He whispered, stealing a moment of intimacy in the crowded train.

“You can?” She asked and he nodded, lifting his fingers to her cheek.

“Your eyes aren’t as red, your pupils are not so dilated, and I could feel your muscles ease.” He said slipping his fingers down her spine. A blush swept into her cheeks as she pushed closer to him.

“Don’t do that in public.” She whispered, that color only deepening.

“Why?” He asked, moving his fingers back up to her shoulder.

“It turns me on.”

“Orgasms are good for stress.” He whispered, leaning in to drop his voice and prevent eavesdroppers.

“Maybe later.” She said and he laughed.

He had to marvel at how easy it was to be with her, how easy to read she had become in his eyes. Maybe they didn’t go out as much as they used to, but he also just enjoyed being with her. They’d cooked some meals in her small kitchen. She’d goaded him into doing a variety of face masks. She’d read to him until her voice went rough. He’d sung for her and tried to get her to play guitar.

Going about daily rituals with her was much better than doing it alone or with the others in the dorm.

He still found himself marvelling at her work ethic, her intelligence, her sense of humor, and he even found her fan-girling cute. She was still beautiful in his eyes, the most beautiful. He’d expected those feelings to fade.

“You’re staring at me.” She said, snapping him out of it.

“I love you,” He whispered, kissing her forehead again.

“I love you,” She echoed, still smiling. He started to believe that maybe he really could recharge her.

When they reached the mountain, they decided to take the cable car up and walk down. For this, Ella was wearing a pair of high waisted shorts with a loose t-shirt tucked into them, and a thin black and white flannel. Sungjin was just in his usual jeans, t-shirt, and hoodie outfit.

“Are you going to be good to walk down?” He asked and she shoot him a look.

“I’m not as clumsy as you think.”

“Don’t you currently have a bruise on your hip from your own fridge?”

“I’m not clumsy enough to fall down a mountain.” She said and he laughed, taking her hand in his again.

“Jae requested I film it.” He said as they moved a shop selling locks at the tower.

“Of course he did.” She said rolling her eyes before they arrived at the keyed lock display.

“What color do you want?” He asked resting his head on hers.

“You can pick,” She said leaning back to kiss his cheek.

“What about red?” He asked picking up.

“The color of passion.” She said moving so they could go to the register.

“I guess so,” He said before she tried to herd him to the counter. “Why are you trying to move so fast?” He asked as he laughed, amused by his petite girlfriend trying to get him to move.

She just blushed.

“Oh come on, tell me.” He said while they got in line.

“When was the last time we had sex?” She asked in a very low voice.

That wasn’t what he expected her to say.

How sensitive is her spine? He thought before he did the math for the last time they had sex.

“Two weeks ago at least.” He answered and she groaned.

“No wonder I’m sensitive, that’s so long!” She shook her head.

“Have you really gone from a girl who functionally had a psychological block about sex to not wanting to go two weeks without it?” He asked but he thought back to everything they’d done to resolve the issues around sex for her. Largely that had just meant focusing on her pleasure; he couldn’t complain since bringing her pleasure brought him pleasure. He loved watching his normally composed girlfriend unwind under his fingers.

“That is more of a compliment to you than anything else.” She said with an almost seductive smile.

“So are you being rushed because you want to go home to have sex?” He asked as they moved up in line, dropping his voice again.

“I thought we could test your theory about orgasms, plural.” She said just before they reached the register and he had to try to focus on paying for the lock rather the conversation about sex. Somehow he managed to get through the customer service interaction with a bright red face then he turned back to Ella.

She was giving him her most devilish smile, reminiscent of Jae’s when he was bringing Ella over when they met.

“This is supposed to be a very serious occasion.” He said pointedly, holding the lock box in his hand.

“I didn't think we did serious very well, remember when we tried to have a fancy night out and I got sauce all over my dress?”

“We return to you being clumsy.”

“You're the one who had to make me snort with laughter.”

“But this is serious, we have to take this very seriously.”

“Why does everything have to be serious?” Ella asked slipping the lock out of his hands and opening it with her more nimble fingers and nails.

“Because I am very serious about you.” He said with his dorkiest smile. She couldn't help both smiling and rolling her eyes.

“Cheesy boyfriend, so cheesy.” She said while she uncapped the permanent marker that had come with the lock.

“I think we should write something cheesy, too.” He said looking at the blank lock with her.

“To 200 days and many more, love you?” She suggested and he nodded.

“You can write it, your handwriting is better, and I’ll find a place to put it.” He said kissing the top of her head. So she wrote it and snapped a few pictures of the lock covered fences before he found a spot on the fence.

“Sign it.” She said handing it back to him. So he did before he locked into place on the fence.

“What should we do with the key?” He asked holding it up.

“There's a bin for them over there but wait…” She said leaning to him and standing on her tip toes. She wanted to be more on eye level with him, which was a feat given that he was several inches taller and she wasn't about to wear heels to hike. His hand immediately moved to hold onto her arm to help her balance.

“Yeah?” He said with a smile flirting with the corners of his lips. She leaned closer.

“Happy anniversary,” She whispered. Her eyes landed on his and she felt steadier again, lighter, happier. A smile spread over her face while he made a funny face at her. She had to struggle not to laugh and give him the kiss she had already set out to do.

“Happy anniversary.” He repeated, ending it with a dramatic smacking kiss on top of her head. They spent a moment smiling at each other like dorks.

Then they snapped a couple more pictures (having to take several since he’d taken to making weird faces right as she took the picture) and headed down the mountain, stopping at a picnic table to eat the lunch boxes she had made.

“So you're going to be in the US for a week?” He asked while munching on the food.

“No, I am going to be gone for a week. But really I’ll only be there for like five days but the jet lag will mean that I will be able to truly enjoy the nightlife.” She said with a laugh. In her twenty years she had probably only enjoyed the “night life” about fifteen times, most of those being movie premiers and sleepovers, only having gone out to have fun a couple times.

He gave her a big eyed look.

“Are you going clubbing?” He asked and she laughed, shaking her head.

“Clubbing in DC is unimaginably different than Seoul, for example, clubs actually close and people go there around ten rather than midnight and it's less intense than here.” She said and he gave her a continued horrified look.

“So what are you going to do?” He asked and she shrugged.

“There's a karaoke place in Fairfax we like, it has a bar, not that I would be able to drink. I think we will all get together and do that. I am spending a day with my parents, a day getting stuff that I’ve been desperately missing since moving here to ship it here.”

“What have you been desperately missing?”

“Ease and availability in books.” She said automatically and he laughed.

“Didn't Jae give you a list of CDs to get him, too?”

“Uh huh, a very long list.” She said shaking her head.

“I wish I could go with you.”

“Oh my god I’ll be able to drive again! Thank god! Granted maybe I shouldn't drive...it has been a year…” She said and he stared at her.

“You can drive?”

“Yeah, I got my license at sixteen, and my mom promptly started tracking my phone to make sure I was actually going to my SAT and choir classes once I was allowed to drive myself.”

“What's driving there like?”

“I mean, driving in DC and Northern Virginia is unlike anywhere else I have ever been but Seoul and that area are not comparable. I love it though, but I have had a couple incidents.”

“Did you hurt yourself?” He asked, looking over her exposed legs, as if there could magically be an old scar appear that he had never seen before.

“Oh no, just my car, more than once.”

“So what I'm hearing is that I should not let your drive my car.”

“I do not have a valid license to drive here.”

“We could get you a bike.”

“I want a pink one.”

“Of course you do.”

“I want to live a pretty and pink life.”

“Isn't that an American movie?”

“Pretty in Pink is.”

He thought for a moment. “Do you wish I was fluent in English?”

“In the US it'd be more frustrating that you aren't but you have good English comprehension, which can get you pretty far but I speak both English and Korean fluently, so it won’t be that bad. Granted, I do mix up the languages a bit. I'm finally starting to actually think in Korean and I miss the informality of English. Like the honorifics and ageism is such a pain sometimes to have to be aware of that…”

“That doesn't answer my question.” He said and she sighed.

“It’s only really frustrating when it comes to media stuff because I consume a lot of English-based, American stuff, and I would love to be able to share that with you without having to translate.”

“Sorry,” He said looking down at the lunch box in his hands.

“I don’t mind that much, really. It’s only sometimes and the translating is good since that’s my job.” She said reaching out to him.

“I should probably try to learn English, or at least put more effort into it especially if I want to be able to properly meet your friends that are in the US.”

“My cousins all speak Korean fluently, and all the others are at worst conversational but I do have a few friends that are Chinese or Japanese Americans that don’t speak Korean but can speak English. The area I lived in had a lot of Asian Americans but my closest friends are Korean, because we all went to the same Korean church, at least for a while…”

“How does that work?”

“Well my cousins are first generation immigrants themselves, because they were born here and lived here until they were about five then moved to the US. I’m more one and a half or second generation immigrant because I was born in the US but it was also shortly after my parents moved to the US. Most of friends were either first or second generation as well with families that spoke Korean at home.”

“So they’re all bilingual?”

“More or less, Amanda and I are the only ones who have actually returned and lived in Korea.”

“Really?”

“So far, maybe they’ll come back.” She said with a shrug.

“I feel like I should be going with you, meeting your people and your family, especially since you met mine. Have you at least told them about me?” He asked, not liking how self-conscious he sounded.

“Of course I have.” She said with a pointed look. “I told them I started dating a guy from Busan who was living in Seoul, that I really like him and Amanda thinks he’s a good egg, and that you played guitar.”

“But that stuff like I’m an JYPE trainee or haven’t been to college.”

“Yeah no, I thought that would be best to conveniently leave out. My mom was hilarious though, she asked if you were one of my students like the second time we talked about you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I just said no and switched to talking about how she and dad met. Why do you want to go with me so bad?” She asked, looking at him with a curious expression.

“I feel a little guilty for dating you for so long when they don’t know anything about me, haven’t talked to me or met me. And I don’t like the idea of you travelling alone.” He added the last bit a little begrudgingly.

“I won’t be alone and I don’t need you to constantly watch out for me.” She said after rolling her eyes. “I’m just going home.”

He nodded, looking down. He didn’t like when she called the east coast of the US, fourteen thousand miles away, home. He wanted her to stay, to consider Korea her home. He didn’t like being reminded of their differences.

He wanted to be able to share his life with her and have her share hers in return. He enjoyed getting to see more parts of her, hear more about her life, and be able to piece their lives together.

“You’re being silent, are you ok?” She asked, leaning over to enter his field of vision as he looked down. He couldn’t help but smile, leaning forward to peck her nose.

“I’m just thinking.” “I thought I was supposed to be the introspective one?” She said, fake-pouting.

“Am I not allowed to think anymore?” He said pulling her to him and tickling her sides. Loud laughs bubbled from her lips as she wiggled away from him.

“No! No! Stop!” She cried until he stopped and she caught her breath. Then she burped loudly. “Excuse me.” She said with big surprised eyes before she shook out her head and held her stomach. “Jeez, I hope that doesn’t make me throw up.”

“Can that even happen?” He asked while she gingerly sipped the water he’d automatically handed her.

“No idea, anatomy and physiology wasn’t my strong suit.” She said and he nodded along, slipping back into his thoughts while she leaned against his shoulder. A few minutes later of comfortable silence, they continued their trip down the mountain and back to her apartment.

“We’ve been getting too serious lately.” Ella said while they once again stood on the bus home. He turned to her with a raised eyebrow, flicking his bangs out his hair.

But he had to admit, some of the fun was gone.

“Really I’ve been too serious lately, and that probably rubbed off on you.” She continued, her brows knit together as she looked at him. As if one by one, the butterflies that had been admittedly dormant began to reawaken. There was a man who loved her, hadn’t judged her for her sex problems, took care to pay attention to her, and still made her feel warm and happy most of the time, unless she was too in her own head, which she definitely had been recently. A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

“You’re up to something.” He said, a smile spreading over his own lips. She nodded, her smile only growing as her hand travelled up his arm.

“I’m going to loosen up tonight.” She said with elated determination. Those anticipatory butterflies flipped through her stomach.

“And what does that mean?” He asked, chuckling.

“I’m going to get out of my head, probably with the help of a little soju.” She said, trying to remember if she had any in her apartment or not. It’d probably be best to pick up a bottle on their way.

“And where is this coming from?” He asked beginning to be on board with her friend.

“We’re young. I’m only twenty. I don’t need to be boring or heady.” She said and he laughed.

“So are your forming a plan in that brilliant brain of yours?” He asked and she nodded.

“I was thinking video games, take out, and goofiness.” She said and he laughed, flicking his hair again.

“Sounds like high school.”

“Maybe we can even make out later.” She said with a wink.

“I thought we were testing a multiple orgasm theory.” He whispered, running his fingers down her spine again. Her body shuddered against his, a flush spreading over her cheeks.

“Like I would say no to that.” She whispered, tucking against him. Her fingers hooked through a belt loop on his hip.

“I’m not giving you a chance to check your email.” He murmured. Her eyes sparkled with a brightness he realized he hadn’t seen in weeks.

“Good, don’t.” She said, stealing an obvious glance at his lips.

They both willed the bus to go faster.

Once it stopped in her neighborhood, they stopped at a convenience store to grab a bottle of soju before going up to her apartment.

As soon as the door shut, he pinned her to the wall, smirking as she looked up at him through her lashes, a devilish glint hidden from his eyes in their shadows. There was dare spelled out in the arch of her eyebrow. He was being a tease, not letting his body push into hers, one arm on the wall; a couple of his fingers barely flirted with the hem of her shirt.

The second his arm dropped toward her legs, she jumped into his arms and crashed their lips together. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms clinging to his shoulders while her back was pushed into the wall. He kissed her hungrily, desperately trying to satisfy an insatiable craving.

“Is that what trailing your spine gets?” He hummed when they finally pulled apart. He pressed hot kisses into the exposed skin of her neck, her small gasps tumbling from her mouth, precious gems.

“Let’s just go to the bed,” She sighed, a hitch on the last word as a second kiss elicited a barely-suppressed moan.

“Am I to carry you or…?” He murmured as his hands, hot and rough, pushed into her thighs.

“I can still walk.” She said loosening her legs around his hips.

“You say that like you hope you can’t later.” He said chuckling; she only smiled and took a gulp of the sujo. He waved for her to pass it to him and he took one, too, before he turned to set it on the counter. It’d been just enough to give her a buzz, enough to make her giggly as she turned on some bright music.

“There’s your goofy smile.” He said, a big smile spreading over his own face.

“I don’t have any work to do and I’m spending the night with my boyfriend, my very good boyfriend.” She stepped over to him, dropping her voice. “I love you, Sungjin.” She whispered as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. He felt unexpectedly lucky in that moment; he couldn’t help but smile.

Once she pulled away, he bent down and picked her up, bending her over his shoulder and making her shriek and desperately grab at his sides. “I thought we agreed I could walk?” She said with a pointed poke in his back.

“I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I made you walk.” He said laughing as he lifted her up again, letting her drop onto the bed. She shook her head at him, but her eyes sparkled with a laughter that was barely held back from bubbling out from her lips.

“Such a weirdo.” She said in a low voice, a glowing smile on her face. He shrugged, beaming back at her as he got up on the bed, hovering over her. Smiling bigger than he knew she had in a long time, she reached out for him and brought their lips together again. Before she rolled and end up on top of him, pulling away with an incredibly self-satisfied grin and flushed cheeks.

“You really get a content smirk when you straddle me.” He commented while she pulled up her hair. A seductive smirk spread over her swollen lips.

“Something about your boner and wide hips between between mine feels good.” She said, grinding against him to prove her point. He might not have been completely hard yet, but he was getting there.

“Wide hips? Are you calling me fat??” He said reaching forward to tickle her exposed sides. Howls of laughter burst out as she tried to dodge him without getting up. Ultimately he let her pin his arms down and steal a kiss as a means to her victory.

“Not fat, just wider, broader...You’re certainly bigger than me.” She said gently running her hand over his broad shoulders and squeezing his hips under her legs.

“I can’t believe you’re calling me fat.” He said but he was smiling.

“Objectively you’re broader than me!” She said defensively, falling off of him and laying on her side. “Come here.” She said and he rolled his eyes, chuckling as he moved to be the big spoon, aligning his hips with hers. As they laid on the bed, his hips were a couple inches taller than hers at least.

“Quite right,” He said as he dropped his head to nibble at her neck. She turned back to him, taking another kiss before she returned to straddling him. He had sat up, his hands working on running over every inch of her he could reach from her legs to her cheeks.

His lips traveled over their familiar trials all over her neck while his fingers found her flannel shirt, pulling it off her shoulders. His own hoodie was long gone and she was reaching for his shirt. He pulled it off, left to wonder if there was a greater sensation than her skin against his as she’d pulled hers off, too.

“I love you.” She exhaled, her body curled to his as he reached around her back to unhook her bra. He practically purred as her fingers tangled through his hair. He pulled her closer, revelling in her radiating warmth.

“You said multiple orgasms right?” He said with a smirk. His hands moved to guide her up, his fingers finding the button and zipper of her shorts to undo them.

“I thought we were testing your multiple orgasms being good for stress theory.”

“So what’s our control?” He whispered, smirking as she laughed.

“Every other time we’ve done anything.” She said as she flopped onto her back, kicking off her shorts.

He paused to take her in, his beautiful girl, and he knew he was lucky to find a girl who would look at him the same way he looked at her.

She smiled alluringly at him, drawing him into her. It was easy to give in. He bent forward, bringing their lips together while his fingers traversed over her curves before landing against her core, over her heat. She moaned, pushing towards him while her legs fell open. She could hardly think of a better way to spend an evening than making love with him.

More moans tumbled from her lips while his calloused fingers ran over the only piece of clothing left on her body. Her body ran hot and her back arched as he increased the pressure. He teased her languidly, taking his time no matter how much she wanted to get there faster. Moving with a lazy sense of purpose, his fingers hooked through her panties and pulled them down. He drank in her small moans like nectar while he kissed her, his splayed fingers winding up her inner thigh.

A shock convulsed through her body the second his finger touched her clit, the most desperate moan yet bursting out of her lips. Her hips bucked, craving more than the light, teasing touches he was giving her. He gave in, unable to keep himself from smirking as she unwound while his fingers circled her sensitive bud and delved through her folds. Her muscles quivered and shook as she neared her climax, still bucking her hips and craving more friction.

Eventually, she finally reached her climax, nearly every one of her muscles quivering with ecstasy.

“Pretty eager, aren’t we?” He said with a smirk as his palm pressed into her hip.

“You were being a tease.” She said with bright pink cheeks, breathing heavily.

“It’s more being a tease. If I go too fast you don’t get as wet, as it is now, you’re well on your way to making a puddle.”

“That’s your pride talking.” She said, pressing a cool hand into her cheeks.

“You like it.” He said with a smirk, earning a roll of her eyes.

“I like you, and orgasms, but mostly you.” She said cupping his cheek in her hand.

“I thought you loved me?” He said with a cheeky grin.

“Yes,” She said and he shook his head.

“Think you’re ready for number two?”

“Don’t be such a tease.” She said pulling him back for a kiss.

“No fun that way.” He hummed trailing kisses down her body.

“Can’t believe you thought I was a tease.” She sighed, her eyes dropping closed.

“That was foolish, given the first time we made out, you left a hickey and bite mark on me.” He said chuckling, pressing a kiss into her inner thigh.

“Boldness is fleeting…” She said as her fingers slipped into his hair.

He hummed before his tongue landed on her clit, slipping down her folds before teasing her entrance. Without a thought, her body rolled and her teeth sunk into her lips. This time he wasn’t moving with any laziness as his tongue and fingers moved through her folds and slipped in and out of her heat. Steadily, her grip in his hair and her muscles tightening as she neared her second climax.

Once she had, he flashed her a smirk while he reached for a condom. “Do you feel less stressed?” He asked while she bent forward, pulling his briefs down.

“I almost always feel less stressed with you.” She said, pressing an automatic into his cheek.

“Almost?” “If you’re trying to surprise me, or have made me confront a fear, or are embarrassing me, I’m not exactly anxiety free, but like the work or life or school stress fades away around you.” She said slipping the condom out of his fingers and down his length.

“Are you saying you don’t like surprises?” He said moving to get on top of her again but she nudged him down again.

“I don’t mind your surprises.” She said pressing her nose against his before she moved to straddle him.

“You’re topping today?” He moved his arm to the support her as she angled herself to take in his length.

“Least I can do when you made me orgasm twice.” She said, using her fingers to guide his tip to her core.

He tried to swallow a groan as she lowered herself onto him, her tight walls surrounding his length. She let out a long breath, ducking her head into his neck while she adjusted her arms to get a grip on his shoulders. His hands dropped to her hips.

“I always forget what a good angle this is…” She leaned back, raising her hips to feel his dick slide out of her before she grinded back down.

“Go faster,” His hands dropped to her hips to guide their motion into a faster rhythm.

She gasped, moaning into his neck - she really had forgotten that her being on top was a much better angle for her enjoyment. She could feel his temperature rise and breathing quicken thought his bare chest against hers.

Once he was sure she had a rhythm going, he let his hands wander from her hips to her butt and breasts, squeezing them and teasing her nipples. Her moans in his ear and her nails in her skin were the greatest aphrodisiac to him. Slowly his moans began to join hers as she tightened around him. Their lips found each other in a sloppy, hot, desperate kiss.

After that, it didn’t take long for him to reach his peak and quickly came. After a couple seconds to catch her breath, she tumbled off him and let him dispose of the condom.

“Endorphins make you happy.” She hummed, happily wiggling around on the bed and making him laugh.

“I love you,” he whispered kissing her forehead. Her giggle quieted for only a moment before resuming as he smiled at her.

“I love you!” She said happily, feeling over high on hormones.

“So, feeling better?” He asked, his chuckle joining her giggles.

“Yes, thank you.” She leaned forward and gave him another kiss, wishing they could have endless nights like this.

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