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[krysmcscience]

Followers, feel free to ignore this, it's not art or writing or even really anything interesting.

If you clicked in, anyway, it is also not aimed at any of my IRL friends or followers (unless one of my followers is not who they claim to be, I guess?). Anyway, it's literally just venting bullshit. Feel free to click back out, there aren't even any details that could lead you back to anyone involved.

It's wild that I spent six months talking on and off with someone who turned out to believe that a few months of miscommunication and poorly set boundaries, followed by some arguments and disagreements about it, all interspersed with private IRL venting is a reason to blow up several friendships and go on a warpath. Like. Bruh. Sometimes people tell white lies to be polite. Sometimes people change their minds about stuff with new information. Sometimes people learn new things about what upsets them. And sometimes people vent in private about things that bother them about someone else (friends included). That doesn't mean they're actively plotting to do harm, or two-faced, or back-stabbing, or the worst thing ever in existence. This is. Literally just how humans socialize??? In reality??? Sometimes you just accidentally hurt one another, accept that mistakes were made, and make up afterward so you don't wind up abysmally lonely!

Loved looking through all their "receipts" of all the "wrong" that was done and being like, dang, most of this just looks like standard boring clashes between friends that could easily be mitigated with healthy communication, actually??? Along with a bunch of words exchanged by two people who blew up on each other and now clearly don't want to talk anymore??? And yet they've posited it like it's some huge "gotcha", with scribbled commentary mixed in on the side, as if their ex friend is a True Monster rather than a normal person who makes mistakes. JFC, it's just demented. (And, in standard form, it's all cherrypicked! No real context aside from their own narrative and warped perception! And no admissions of their own wrongdoing! They even lied about not being into NC/SA despite drawing so much horny shit for it! I mean, I knew it would pan out this way, but good gravy, the lack of awareness there??? Unreal.)

Also apparently they don't realize that constructive conversations about some things they have grievances with can and do happen without them being or needing to be told about it, either, because all of the actual wrongs they had receipts for were genuine mistakes or newly realized hard boundaries that have either already been addressed or are being addressed IRL. Although, them posting those actual wrongs definitely violated a very hard boundary set in place by another person on the sidelines who didn't even want to be involved, so, hmm, that's fun.

Very telling in the end that they couldn't respect all the blocks put in place. But of course, it's only okay if they trample on boundaries. Clearly only their boundaries and desperate need for validation and attention matter. Also very telling that they tried to air all their shit out publicly despite everyone else involved staying almost completely silent about it and otherwise keeping it fully anonymous. But of course, it's only okay if they disrespect other people. Clearly that makes it okay to drag in unrelated parties who never asked or cared to be involved and just wanted to have some nice relaxing internet time. Also very telling that they ignored the very simple fact that they and I were mutuals (up until literally three days ago), and thus their shittalking kept winding up on my dashboard, which I initially tolerated (until they got usernames and then me involved) because people are allowed to be hurt and vent about it even if I disagree with their takes on what happened. But of course, they're not ever allowed to be wrong. Clearly I must be a weird creepy lurker, instead, who never does any self reflection despite having actual diagnosed social anxiety that forces me to question my every last action.

If the person in question happens to be reading, follow your own fucking advice, quit Actually Lurking, and get help. Proper help, because if you're seeing a therapist already, clearly they can't cotton on to how you go to extreme lengths to avoid revealing anything that might reflect negatively on you, which explains why your cherrypicked receipts still have none of the hateful screaming of yours that I personally read, or any of the really callous things you wrote in your tags after the fact. I'm willing to bet you're over there patting yourself on the back thinking your target stepped in it by deleting those comments, too, because that's just how you are, but here's a reality check: You took it too far. You put up your private conversations with their spouse for anyone to see, despite that you definitely did not have permission to do that from said spouse, Your Actual Friend, who would NOT want that shit online under ANY circumstances. I don't even need to ask to be sure about that, either. And you should know exactly why what you chose to do is a problem.

Oh, and here's another fun reality check: If you can't figure out the bare basics of even the simplest character (and you can't, this has been established, I literally had to spell out an obvious homophobic dog whistle for you), what makes you think you're qualified to assess and diagnose an actual living person who is infinitely more complicated than a fictional character? Because if you actually think you are, you are quite literally delusional. You are not living in the same reality as everyone else. You know all of the words, yet none of their substance.

Now go away. I made it very clear that you are not welcome anywhere in my life the moment I blocked you. You've willfully spat in the face of my honest attempts to help you, and successfully burned all bridges with me, so I want nothing more to do with you. Look upon your scorched earth and enjoy the smoke you've gained from it.

#prolly gonna delete this sucker later cuz i am looking forward to never thinking about this person ever again #fukken drama man can people just leave each other alone??? #like the blocks happened for a reason dude #you came and searched US out with clear premeditated effort #cuz like i said - yall aint subtle #also: THIS is how you vague post #no names - no widely used tags (IYKYK) - under a readmore #NOTHING TRACEABLE - FULL STOP #really ain't hard to do but some folks highkey desperate for other people to see and wonder and maybe get involved #btw maybe iykyk doesn't know what cherrypicking is but it is LITERALLY REMOVING BITS OF A CONVERSATION FROM THE CONTEXT OF SAID CONVERSATION #IT IS SOUND BYTES IN TEXT FORM #final fun fact for iykyk: trying to manipulate everyone into hating a single person who upset you is a real fukken shitty thing to do #tldr geeeeeeeet fuuuuuuuuuucked

[cosmica-galaxy]

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[stutterfly]

Love Bytes 05 | Faulty Code | KNJ (M)

Last time on LB04: Dealing with the aftermath of Saturday night is the least of your concerns when you find out Hoseok has been conspiring to build you a new dating profile. Meanwhile, Namjoon battles with the idea of a student failing his course while doing his best to manage his feelings for you.

Rating: M (18+)

Word Count: 12.7K

Series: Love Bytes (5/?)

Genre: F2L, fluff, humor, slow burn, friendship feels, ANGST! pining, sexual tension, smut, Bestfriends!au, CollegeProjessor!Namjoon, S O F T Namjoon

CW: dirty talk, masturbation, teasing, grinding

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader, brot7

masterlist  // previous chapter // next chapter

A/N: Welp. Here’s me letting out some of the steam from the pot. Don’t worry. There’s more to come. Tell me your fave parts I love hearing you guys talk about this story. 💜 Do not repost.

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What a fucking day. A slew of procrastinated assignments came in right before class today. Namjoon planned on spending the majority of the night reviewing them from home over a big bowl of noodles and a hearty serving of beef. That was before you asked him to come save you from the photoshoot. It sounded serious. He knew you were overreacting, and the fact that he had no license probably made him the worst person for the job, but he was an idiot when it came to you. How could he say no?

He still couldn’t be sure if it was the best or worst decision he’s ever made, considering the stack of unread essays still sitting on his desk. He sits down in his chair, eyes skimming across the surface of the pile. As he uncaps the pen nearby, a heavy fog rolls into his mind--and with it, the perfect recollection of you in that dress. He grips the pen tightly.

That fucking dress. You looked absolutely incredible. The slit running along the bottom of the fabric captured his attention immediately, allowing him to steal glances at the thighs he often imagined burying his face between. What he wouldn’t give to have you sitting on this desk now. He imagines your legs parting for him as he trails his fingers along your thigh just beneath the cut of the fabric.

He greedily sucks air through his nostrils and pushes the thought away with his exhale.

Papers. Grade the papers.

One sentence in, his mind betrays him again by rolling in thoughts of your various outfits and the charming way you floundered to copy Jimin’s poses. He turns the pen between his fingers, a smile forming on his face as he remembers the nervous glances you continually shot his way. Were you looking to him for subconscious approval? While it’s doubtful, he hopes that he brought you some comfort at the very least.

The cloud of thoughts carries him away once more, bringing a vision of your smooth legs divided before him. This time there are shorts hindering his journey to your core, but sitting at eye level is a very distracting pair of breasts just barely clad in a cute bathing suit. His eyelids flutter for a second as the daydream takes hold.

The strap around your neck gives way and your nipples bounce free, already hardened from the chill in the air. He leans forward with his elbows on the desk, as if to plant himself between the soft flesh he knows is a mirage. Short, jagged breaths fill his lungs as his mind scrambles to assemble a scent that’s close to fragmented memory of yours.

Half lidded eyes stare blankly ahead and his lips slowly part, wishing he could lave his tongue across your chest and leave a trail of sloppy kisses along the valley between each mound. Instead he drags his tongue across his teeth and breathes deeply, forcing himself to sit back in the chair. He shouldn’t be thinking about this; you were mortified.

He desperately snatches the first page from the desk, bringing it close to his face. He furrows his brow, glaring at the small type on the sheet. You’re not here, but the papers are. It’s not that hard. Focus on something else.

He drags his eyes across the first sentence. Then the second. Soon he’s proudly admiring the way he finished the first paragraph, but the words jumble on their way to his brain. He repeatedly moves his eyes across the page but he still can’t make sense of the sentences. Throwing his head back with a loud, frustrated groan, he rests his neck against the hard wood of the chair.

He closes his eyes, quietly accepting the fact that his brain is useless to him right now. The papers have waited this long; they can wait a little longer. Even with his eyes closed, all he can see is your breasts popping out of your top. What he wouldn’t give to nibble and tease the supple flesh surrounding those perfect tits. His hand slides beneath the band of his sweatpants, fingers curling around the solid mass of his cock.

Every detail is burned into his memory with perfect clarity and he uses it to fuel his lurid fantasy. He strokes himself at the thought of you straddling him in this chair, holding a hand to your back to further thrust your tits into his face. He bites down on the pebbled nipple and pinches the other between his fingers, forcing you to twist your own fingers in his hair and keen for him.

The surface of the chair painfully digs into the nape of his neck as his head becomes heavy, but he merely shifts the position of his back against the wood. He pauses to pull down the fabric of his pants just enough to free the head of his cock, dragging his hand across the sensitive tip to collect a mix precum and sweat before resuming his rhythmic pumping. He lets out a deep, throaty groan at the wet sound his cock makes sliding through his hollow fist.

With one tit in his mouth and the other clamped between his fingers, you slowly grind yourself back and forth on his lap, a loud, pornstar-esque moan escaping your lips every time the tip just barely grazes your clit. The hand at your back moves up to knot fingers in your hair, pulling your gaze toward the ceiling. The hand at your chest drops to your waist, halting the stuttered movement of your hips. I want you to beg me. Beg me for more. Come on. Beg me to put this cock in you, baby.

Just as you’re about to oblige, the phone on the desk starts buzzing; the familiar chime of three texts in rapid succession threatens to pull him from his thoughts. He slows his pace only to ensure there’s nothing else on its way to the device. When he’s met with silence, he increases the pressure of his palm against his sensitive tip on each upstroke. The impending wave of pleasure gains momentum as he imagines your needy voice whispering in his ear. How many different ways had he heard you beg in that sweet, tired voice of yours? “Namjoonie… Please?”

“Oh... fuck…” he chokes, drowing out the sound of two more messages pinging on his phone. He leans back into the chair and tilts his head towards the ceiling in ecstasy, desperately thrusting his hips into the phantom of you. Sharp, brittle exhales stab at the air around him as he feels his release drawing nearer. His hand grips his shaft tighter, pumping over himself as fast as he can. That’s it baby. Take it.

The obnoxious moan his mind conjures as a placeholder for whatever sounds you might make has him grasping at his own throat, desperate to have both hands occupied. You try to gasp out his name but each time you begin he plunges deep into your cunt, forcing you to start over with every inhale; you stutter out a hail of desperate “Na”s before finally giving in to a breathless curse as he bounces you up and down.

He can’t help the wicked smile that curls around his lips with the accuracy of his fantasy portrayal. He savors the frustration in your features that just barely mask the shy smile underneath. Even now he can’t stop thinking of your charming, bashful mannerisms: the tremble of dry lips devoid of their natural sarcasm, the rigidity of your posture as you self-consciously suck in your gut, the nervous comb of your fingers through your hair, and the arms that curl across your chest to hide a needless shame. Somehow that manages to further ensnare him in the trap of your beauty.

His thighs begin to quake, toes lifting his heels from the floor. “Oh, fuck…” he desperately tries to warn the empty air around him, as though you can hear the way he’s about to empty himself into you. “...Baby...” His hand is like lightning now, but with the rigidity of his arm, the repetitive motions are causing a cramp to form. He’s so close though. Just a bit more.

The phone on the desk buzzes again, alert breaking the fantasy just enough to slow his pace and use his free hand to flip the screen around. He’s sure if anything serious was happening, he’d get a phone call, but it’s better to make sure nothing is going on. As the screen lights up, his eyes glaze over the fresh text notification a few times. His heart sinks, halting his strokes before bringing the phone close to his torso.

You: are u avoiding me Namjoonie????

He sighs, trying to compose himself enough to open the app. A second message soon follows, bumping the notification down.

You: pls don’t :c

Why would you think that? He opens the message thread to be assaulted by your previous messages.

You: hey… so

You: i may have overreacted earlier when i asked u to save me 🤔

You: but you still came through for me and i do appreciate it

You: i guess what i’m trying to say is thanks

You: it was nice that you made an attempt

You: are u avoiding me Namjoonie????

You: pls don’t :c

Fuck. I’m sorry. He puffs his cheeks, cursing himself for being too preoccupied to respond when you first messaged him. You’re probably worried about things being weird now that he’s caught a glimpse of your perfect tits. But it’s not weird; it’s just hard. He steals a glance at his shaft, which twitches involuntarily in response to being robbed of its climax. Very hard.

Focusing back on the screen, shaky thumbs attempt to map out a dignified response. A mix of precum and sweat smears the keyboard and he cringes, dragging his tongue across a finger and wiping it across the screen before rubbing the surface with his shirt. There’s a bunch of gibberish in the textbox, but it thankfully hasn’t sent. He deletes it carefully before deciding on what you need to hear to allay your fears.

He lets out a deep breath and presses the green phone button. He smiles as your contact photo blows up on the screen. You’re stealing a sip of his milkshake just as he had turned around, and looking guilty as fuck as you do it. Jin had been kind enough to send it his way as a reminder not to leave things unattended around the drink thief.

“Hello?” You answer much quicker than expected.

“Geeksquad… Why you being paranoid?” He does his best to carry humor into the question, but he barely has time to conceal the shakiness in his breath.

“Are you okay? You sound a little out of breath.” You don’t buy it.

“Oh,” he sighs loudly, trying to reduce the sound of any following exhales. “Sorry I’m…” he fumbles to find a reasonable excuse for his demeanor.”...just uh, working out.”

“You?” you begin in an accusatory tone. “...Working out?”

“It’s a great stress reliever,” he manages to counter. “Anyway, I’m just calling so you won’t worry yourself to sleep.”

“Wow. What? Pshh. I wasn’t worried, like, at all, dude.”

Okay. You were freaking out. Confirmed, he muses to himself.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah… I was just making sure you weren’t too mad about the false alarm.”

Quit beating around the bush, Y/N. I know that’s not what you’re really worried about.

Regardless, he chuckles. “Look, I’ll say it now and any time you need me to repeat it: I’m always gonna be there for you when I can. I wasn’t doing anything important tonight anyway and the uber ride was hella cheap from my place to Tae’s. Plus… I got to see you model next to Jimin, which was hilarious by the way.”

“Har. Har. Har. I got completely blindsided by Hobi and Tae. Super hilarious. Especially considering I haven’t spoken to Jimin really since Saturday. You know. When I made him think we were gonna hook up and then just peaced out. Like a bitch.”

You’re not a bitch. It’s my fault you think that, isn’t it? You’d understand if you knew, wouldn’t you?

“He’s not going to hold it against you. You know that.” The words are painful. He wants to admit his own guilt in making the others back off, but he can’t seem to pull them out.

“Yeah.” You hum a sound of discontent into his ear. “...Hey Joonie? Do you think those photos are going to look okay?”

Your mind moves a mile a minute; he rolls his eyes at your insecurity. Why can’t you see the beauty in yourself? “I think Tae can pull out some decent ones. He has an eye for that kinda thing. Once you started smiling for real and let go of that fake shit, I think those were the money shots.”

“Good. I’m anxious about it still, but I feel slightly better.”

“Glad to help. Is there anything else?” His dick flexes at the thought of ending the conversation, the orgasm still close enough to easily pump out. It’s taking all his willpower not to run his fingers along his shaft in preparation.

“Um….” You hesitate against the receiver. “W-We’re good right? I mean...about that whole thing with Kookie in the hall.”

There it is.

Namjoon clicks his tongue, white lies spilling from his lips rather easily tonight. “Ah, I hadn’t even thought about it all that much. But I suppose we need to address it.”

“Do you think you can pretend like it didn’t happen?”

“Like what didn’t happen?” he asks lightheartedly, trying to ease the awkwardness out of your lives.

“The nip slip!” you hiss, failing to catch on.

Oh god, you’re killing me, Geeksquad. Come on.

The image of you spinning away from him just a bit too slowly plays over and over in his mind. He flexes his muscles to still the heat building in his gut. He’s just about ready to blow and his thoughts become jumbled on the way to his brain. “I-uh,Ah, yeah-Hmm. I know. I was, uh… making a joke Y/N.”

“Oh.” The exhale on the other end causes him to wince, your humiliation practically tangible.

“Well... Ithinkthat’sallweneedtotalkabout.Ineedtogotobed. Thanks,Namjoonie. Youhaveagoodnight.”

“You... too.” Were any of those actually words or was that a sneeze in disguise? You really don’t handle embarrassment well, but then again neither does he.

“And remember to forget!”

Oh my god. Please just hang up.

His flingers set the phone face-down as the call ends. He slides back against his chair and stares down at the exposed swollen head of his cock, dripping with precum and begging to continue where he left off.

“No worries… Hadn’t even thought about it at all.”

His fingers curl around the base and he pumps it a few times, throwing his head back against the hard surface of the chair with a loud ‘WHACK’. He flinches with a grumble and grabs at the back of his scalp. Frustrated, he tugs up his waistband and stands. The friction of the material against his sensitive tip forces him to suck air through clenched teeth.

Pulling his shirt off in one swift motion, he jumps into the bed across the room. He reclines against the pillows and basks in the chill of the sheets beneath him. His jaw shifts back and forth as he stares at the ceiling, reaching beneath the band of his pants once more to pull free the aching erection in his hand. Never once had it gone soft during your conversation.

Was it wrong to still be thinking about you? Maybe. But he was so fucking close before. He was exhausted. He needed this. There would be time to feel guilty tomorrow. He closes his eyes and begins again, slowly building to a pace that has him digging into his thigh with his free hand. He squeezes on the upstroke, always hitting the tip with just enough pressure to edge him closer and closer to ruin.

He sucks his lips over his teeth, poking his tongue out from between them. It’s easy to imagine your body above him, tits smacking his face with every bounce from his hips. A constricted moan fights its way from his throat as he imagines twisting fingers in your hair, pulling you down to meet his gaze. As he increases the ferocity of his thrusts, you wail uncharacteristically at the sensation. Your foreheads touch, heavy breaths fanning each other’s cheeks before he finally pulls you down on his lips for the kiss he desperately needs. That’s all it takes.

“Mmhph...!” He draws a hand across his mouth and bites down to muffle the helpless sound of pleasure that escapes him. His cock finally loses control and sputters thick ropes of cum across his belly. Another squirt leaves gooey trails up his chest. His seed pulses rhythmically from him again and again, hot streams of cum coating his torso and reaching all the way to his chin. He rides out the waves of pleasure, and strokes himself in tandem with its tempo until his balls are completely empty. His eyelids flutter open and he looks down at the mess he’s made.

“Holy. Fuck.”

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Plink! The notification sound is a foreign one. You close out the request for replacement printer paper and shove your hand in your cargo pants in search of your phone. You plop down in your chair to see there’s a message waiting from a match on Tinder.

Oh no.

Was this an accidental swipe again? You quickly load the app to see what’s waiting for you. You open the profile and vaguely remember swiping right on him. He was kind of cute in a tall, stick-man kind of way. The few pictures showing a smile were fairly captivating and you couldn’t find a reason to say no. His profile made him out to be intellectually stimulating with a sarcastic sense of humor, so what the hell right? Besides, he already sent the first introductory message.

Chul: Good morning! Please accept this unimpressive hello as an attempt to woo you. ~Chul

It makes you smile and you bite your lip as you try to compose a response. It’s not that hard. Just say hi back.

Your fingers hesitantly tap the screen, painfully piecing together your first reply to a potential date. Your words feel clumsy and stiff as you struggle to make a joke. Is it too cringey to send emojis to people you don’t know? You pick at least four different emojis before deleting your sentence and starting over again.

You: Oh hey! I see your message and raise you a second, equally unimpressive hello. 😅

Feeling like you could have done a better job at actually giving him something to work with, you quickly send another text.

You: I hope you’re having a good day so far! TGIF right???

Wow. That’s a really fucking stupid thing to say. You hate yourself so much for not being better at this and dejectedly put your phone down. Maybe you were just fooling yourself if you were thinking a person like you could ever be comfortable enough to talk with strangers.

Despite feeling like a loser who has nothing of value to contribute to this conversation, the notification sounds again. You spend the rest of the day texting back and forth with him about your shared interests before agreeing to finally meet him for coffee after work.

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You’re texting the group chat as you sit in your car, listening to the soft patter of rain hitting your windshield as you mentally prepare yourself to enter the cafe. You exhale, knowing your gloating will cause trouble, but man if you didn’t want to rub it in their faces just a little bit.

You: Y’all motherfuckers can eat me. My profile was so good I’m bouta be on my first date

Hobi: WHAAAA? REALLY!

Joonie: Don’t blow it.

Jin: Where is he taking you?

Jin: Maybe a 5 star fancy restaurant run by an incredibly handsome chef? :D

Yoongi: I wish I knew a place like that. I’m hungry

Jin: -____-

Jin: You should be nicer to your elders

Taehyung: But my photos aren’t ready yet? Is this magic?

Jimin: Uh oh you bruised his ego!! >u<

Taehyung: NO NOT TRUE! I just want Y/N to explain how this happens before our hard work gets shown to the world? I am suspicious. Send a photo of your date

Yoongi: Can you photograph things that don’t exist?

You: WOW. OKAY.

You: His name is Chul he’s nice. We’re getting coffee to meet in person

You: Also. 😤Fuck you all. My shitty profile got me a date obvs don’t need your help

Hobi: AWWW I’m proud of you dirty girl

Hobi: sorry my phone keeps auto-correcting dirty girl to dirty girl

Hobi: …

Hobi: Who did this to my phone

Jin: You did last week..

Hobi: REALLY? I don’t remember at all! LOL

You should have known better than to text them all at once.

You: well this has been real guys thx for ur valuable input. Ima go have coffee with a hottie

Jin: Is it still coffee if you put all that sugar and whipped cream on it?

Yoongi: Bring me back an iced americano

Jungkook: as long as ur taking requests can you get spicy pork?

You were wondering when that brat would finally respond.

You: NO. HERE. Choke on this photo of a real place where ima be meeting a real person

You snap a quick photo of the cafe and send it to the group, hoping it will satisfy their need to know the details.

A private text from Namjoon comes through.

Joonie: You brought that conversation on yourself lmao... But anyway, be safe

You: no worries im always safe. besides you have photo evidence of my last known location if i go missing

You: oh u want my license plate number too just in case???

Joonie: Not funny

You: pfft says you my anxiety thinks I’m hilarious right now they definitely wont find my body 3 days from now

Joonie: No one’s gonna murder you. Relax Y/N. Just be yourself

You: Be obnoxious?

Joonie: Exactly

You: caaan doooo lmao 😘

Joonie: Text me when you get home, okay?

You: Okay mom

Joonie: Good luck Geeksquad

You flip your phone around and stuff it into your pocket. Shit. Maybe you should have changed out of your work clothes. Oh well, the t-shirt and cargo pants will have to be enough. After all, you always look like this; it’s better to be honest, right? You compose your thoughts long enough to will yourself out of the car into the rain, taking your first step through the doors to the coffee shop.

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Yoongi stretches, rising from his bed as the expected second group chat begins, this time without you or Namjoon.

Hoseok: The Java Stop. Where’s that?

Yoongi: It’s not far from here. I worked there last summer remember?

Hoseok: I don’t think I can make it in this traffic

Tae: I’m a couple hours out for a gallery opening… Sorry guys

Hoseok: So who’s running surveillance?

Seokjin: I can step out for a break

Yoongi: I’ll go. It’s right here

Jimin: I wish I could. I’d love to see how it goes T_T But I’m stuck working late with no way out

Yoongi: See you at the cafe then

Yoongi: Please don’t look suspicious

Seokjin: Ha! No worries. I am a master of hiding in plain sight

Jungkook: Sorry was in the middle of a game but it looks like you got it figured out lol

Hoseok: Jungkookie you’re on duty next time >:(

Jungkook: Huh? Why me?

Hoseok: You play too many video games!!!

Jungkook: what? Oh no i can’t hear you you’re breaking up

Jungkook leaves the group chat just as a text flies in from Namjoon, addressed to the six of them.

Namjoon: Don’t get involved and mess up her date. She deserves to have something good. Stay out of it please, all of you.

Yoongi reads the message and chooses to ignore it. He pulls a hoodie over himself and pops a baseball cap on before heading out the door. The warning from Namjoon does nothing to dissuade him from his mission; it’s harmless really if they’re just watching. Boy, did he plan to watch this trainwreck.

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The trek is damp and slightly miserable, but he doesn’t mind. It’s familiar. He thinks of all the days he spent walking to work from the apartment when finances were tight. In his recollection he finds a new appreciation for his car and the extra time he’s able to spend sleeping. While he works a lot now, it’s by choice and not circumstance. His charm, good looks, and ability to concoct beverages that are deceptively strong have built him somewhat of a fan following and reputation as an excellent bartender. The tips are good, too good to pass up on a Friday night, but there’s plenty of time until his shift starts.

It’s no trouble to enter the busy coffee shop unnoticed; the swarm of people seeking shelter from the muggy rain provides enough cover for his tiny frame. He places his order, offering a boxy smile to the barista before sneaking inconspicuous glances around the room.

His eyes settle on your familiar form but his features twist in displeasure as he scrutinizes your choice in attire. You definitely should have changed your clothes given how close the apartment is to this area. He finds a table across the room to watch you from, tonguing the straw to his drink.

A shadow clouds the table as he places his phone down on its glossy surface. Jin towers over him before sitting in the adjacent seat. Yoongi takes in the sight of his friend’s aviator sunglasses and hideous brown fedora before grimacing. “Ew.”

“Ew, yourself. At least I’m in disguise,” he says, flippantly opening a large newspaper and ducking down behind it as if engrossed in the copy at its center.

Yoongi blinks at him. “You’re right. No one would want to look at such a disaster.” He takes a sip of his coffee, shifting his focus back to you.

Jin drops the paper onto the table, glaring from over the rim of his glasses. “I had to go deep undercover because women are always coming up to me telling me how handsome I am. Do you know what it’s like?” He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms with a scoff. “What am I saying, of course you don’t.”

Yoongi sports a cocked smile. “You’re right. People must be able to tell I don’t need constant validation.”

“Woooooow.” Jin holds his hand over his heart, bowing his head forward. “Who do you think I am: Jimin? Y/N?”

“Y/N is right there, aren’t you watching?” With a subtle nod of his head, Yoongi tips Jin off to your position across the room.

“Oh.” His broad shoulders instantly relax, perking up at the sight of your smiling face. “Ah, how do you think it’s going then?”

“Look at her. How do you think it’s going?” Yoongi takes another sip of his coffee and casually scrolls through his twitter feed.

“She’s smiling, that’s good, right?” Jin pulls his glasses down a bit further to get a better look.

“Oh wait, what is she doing with her cup? Why is she sliding it back and forth like that? She’s going to spill it.”

“Well…” Yoongi begins, poking his tongue into the side of his cheek before shifting his attention to his friend. “She’s already done that twice. I don’t think she noticed the second time since it’s still on her shirt.”

“Okay. Did she get a real coffee this time?”

“No... It looks like pure sugar. She was sucking whipped cream off her fingers before you got here.” He squints. “She still has some on her nose.”

Jin’s mouth twists in disgust for half a second, but then he shrugs and raises his eyebrows. “It can be hot if done right.”

“It wasn’t,” Yoongi responds plainly, stealing another glance in your direction.

Jin follows suit, pulling the newspaper up to cover his nose. He watches you excessively wave your hands as you speak, your own gaze downcast. “Is the table her date? Eye contact is important you know.”

“She must be nervous,” Yoongi guesses, casting his attention back to the screen at his fingertips.

“Her hands are all over the place. I feel like she’s going to knock him out… Oh great, now she’s slouching too.” Jin clicks his tongue against his teeth. “Such bad posture.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrows and nods his head in agreement, despite the fact that he has the exact same slumped shoulders and arch in his back as he leans over his phone.

Jin watches you fumble your way through attempted conversation. You smile and nod as your date talks to you, keeping your gaze affixed elsewhere at all times. The conversation appears to go dead and you both sip your drinks. “He’s pretty good-looking actually, don’t you think?”

“Are you surprised?” There’s a hint of movement in his eyebrow, but the rest of Yoongi’s face remains unchanged.

“Ha, a little actually,” Jin admits, leaning forward across the table and sliding the sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose. “I mean no one is going to measure up to this face.” He pauses to gesture around himself before he rests his chin in his hands. He peers across the cafe, a distant silence overtaking him. “But…”

Yoongi side-eyes him without moving, waiting for the rest of Seokjin’s objection. When the word is left trailing on its own for too long he finally pushes his friend’s arm, causing his elbow to slip out from beneath the weight of his head. Fortunately for Jin, he’s able to catch himself before his chin collides with the gloss of the table, and he shifts his hidden accusatory gaze onto the man beside him.

With a simple shrug, Yoongi goes back to looking at his phone. “Continue.”

He grumbles in response. “I think she can do better.”

“No shit.” With a scoff, Yoongi lets his eyes wander across to you. Have you ever looked so miserable in your life? There was a smile on your lips, but no joy came from the motion. A stranger might not know the difference, but he had shared enough genuine laughter with you in the last year to spot the phoniness within it.

You don’t look all that interested and neither does your date. The conversation keeps flickering out, but both of you are struggling to rekindle whatever sad spark of it there is. Is sparing a stranger’s feelings worth hours of agonizing moments like these? He would tell you no until he’s blue in the face, but you’d be there trying to convince him of the opposite for just as long.

You care about even the most negligible things. You expend so much energy trying to do the right thing, even when it doesn’t matter. You negotiate and mediate every escalating situation, like a control freak. It’s exhausting. It’s frustrating. It’s maddening. The fact that you’re able to somehow survive like this is perplexing to say the least. It’s also incredibly endearing; no wonder Namjoon is absolutely head-over-heels for you. He gets it.

But this guy sitting across from you? He doesn’t.

He looks older than what Yoongi pegged you for, older than Seokjin, and definitely older than you. Maybe you really are getting this desperate? Or maybe your date lied. It’s easy enough to do when you don’t have to advertise in person. Whoever this guy is in reality, he’s probably just an empty promise an online personality sold you on. That’s why these stupid apps don’t work for people like you. But if you wanted to try, well fuck if he wasn’t going to let you fail and make fun of you for it later. He smacks his lips loudly and gulps down a good portion of his americano.

Jin lifts his fedora and rubs his temple with both hands. “We have to do something. I can’t keep watching this.”

Just as he’s about to stand, Yoongi reaches out to grasp his shirt. “Don’t make a big scene. You’ll only make things worse.” Jin slumps back in his chair with a pout as he continues, “I know your break is almost up. Let’s meet her at her apartment later. I’m closing tonight, but I can at least start to talk her through some confidence building before you get there. I’ll keep an eye on things here and let you know if there’s anything going on. But this one’s obviously a dud.”

Reluctantly, Jin takes his newspaper and stands. “Okay, but if anything changes, you let us know what we’re in for.”

Yoongi nods, swirling the straw in his iced coffee. An afterthought hits him and he perks up. “Oh, could you do something before you come over though?”

“What? Do you need me to bring something?” Seokjin asks earnestly, leaning over his shoulder. “What do you need?”

“Burn the hat,” he replies with a deadpan expression.

Seokjin stands up straight, lip curling in disgust. “This is my coworker’s hat. I’ll tell him you said that.”

“He should know the truth.”

The bell on the cafe door rings and Yoongi now sits alone, slumping further down in his chair. Honestly, he’d rather set himself on fire than keep watching this sad display. But he only has to wait it out a little bit longer.

At least that’s what he tells himself before another thirty minutes pass of this awkward situation. You’ve given your straw a flat edge, biting down on it whenever you feel nervous since the drink has long been emptied. Clearly you’re both unable to end this disaster and he’s already exhausted his twitter feed multiple times.

Yoongi: Hey are you back yet? Hobi said he needs something that might have rolled under your couch? He wouldn’t say what…. Figured I’d warn you he’s trying to get in...

Total bullshit but still plausible. You’re already looking down at your phone and rising from your seat, ending the date just like that --much to everyone’s relief. You all but practically run from the cafe and Yoongi pauses before making a move, waiting for your date to leave as well.

A family happens to be leaving the shop and he puts his hood up to blend in as he exits, trying to remain inconspicuous as he looks for your car. It doesn’t take long before he picks it out in the thinning parking lot. Even in the rain, he can make out your form at the dashboard, hunched over and sobbing.

His heart drops into a pit in his stomach as you sit there with your face pressed into the vinyl of the steering wheel. Every swipe the wipers make against your windshield is an opportunity to glean more information on the state of your distress. The faint glow of the cellphone in your hand illuminates the tears on your cheeks and it drives a stake of guilt through him. There goes that gloating opportunity.

He lets the rain beat down on his hoodie as he continues walking towards the apartment, trying to scratch away the image of your puffy, tear streaked face. But it clings to him like a stubborn leech, threatening to steal every last positive vibe for the day.

He beelines for the convenience store across the street.

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You’re already tearing up your living room, looking for anything that Hobi might have left. Anything to distract yourself from that disaster of a date is a blessing. He didn’t answer the door when you knocked and neither did Yoongi. Part of you is grateful; the last thing you want right now is to face any of your friends after being so cocksure you were about to have an excellent time.

Regardless, you text them both to try to clarify what it is that Hobi thinks he lost at your apartment. You don’t have time to properly interpret his confused reaction as a loud knock sounds from across the room. Frustrated and upset at the way things have played out tonight, you jerk the door open, too far gone in self-pity to care who could be on the other side.

Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at you as he stands near the door frame, plastic bag hanging from his arm. He wordlessly struts across the threshold. Stunned into silence, you let the door close of its own accord. He extends the bag out to you, droplets of water rolling off its surface and pooling on the carpet below. You hesitantly accept the gift, wondering what might warrant such a kind gesture from Yoongi.

Then you remember the text that acted as a convenient excuse. The timing was good, too good to be coincidence. Hoseok’s confusion begins to make sense as you piece it together in your brain. You don’t know what to be more embarrassed about: the date itself or the fact that Yoongi had watched at least part of that train wreck.

“Thought you could use some ice cream. I don’t know what flavor you liked so I picked up a few,” he says as he flops onto your couch. “Maybe you’ll like one. If not just leave them in your freezer and I’ll eat them later.”

He declares the act is a selfish one, so he won’t feel quite so bad when he leaves for his shift. But he knows there’s something more at play; your kindness is contagious.

“Yoongi? Why would I…?” You finally separate the handles and peer inside the bag and the rest of the feigned words trail off.

A few is an understatement. There must be at least fifteen pints, if not more. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out from your chest. “Wow! What did you do, clean out the 7-Eleven?”

He does his best to hide his embarrassment, but you still catch the way his posture bristles at your joke, reminiscent of a cat before it swipes its claw at a perceived threat. “Like I said, if you don’t want them I’ll take them off your hands.”

You possessively cling the treats close to your chest. “No! They’re mine. You said so. But I’m not hungry right now… Hold, please!”

As you disappear into the kitchen to put them away, he smirks. “Hey. Geek. Squad,” he calls, the nickname sounding awkward on his tongue as he kicks his shoes across the room.

The thud of his sneakers hitting the floor makes you peek your head around the corner, crinkling your nose at him. “Don’t you start on that too.”

“What? Only Namjoonie can use that one?” he snickers, resting his feet up on the cushions. He only has to bend his knees a little to fully recline on the little loveseat.

Your face flushes with heat. Why do you let him call you that? It’s insulting, really. And yet there’s something endearing about the way he says it. “No,” you spit as you finish up. Instead of pestering him to move, you glide past his feet and find a place on the floor to sit comfortably. There’s still an uneasiness in your stomach. “He’s not allowed to either. He’s just a dick.”

“Okay,” he teases in a doubtful tone. He exhales, turning his head toward you. The darkness in his eyes causes you to shiver and avert your gaze. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth in response.

“So I’m guessing I should thank you for saving me,” you say quietly, staring at the peacock pattern on the sofa. “How long were you watching?”

“Long enough.”

You purse your lips together and hold back the tears building heat behind your eyes. “So are you gonna get it over with and make fun of me? Please stop drawing it out.”

He shifts his body to fully lay on his side and lazily extends his arm out to pat you on the head a few times. Keeping his palm pressed on your forehead, he mumbles, “It’s okay. Even though it was bad, I’m sure you did your best.”

You look up and shift your jaw back and forth, trying not to expel the tears you’ve been holding. He’s trying to be nice at the very least, trying being the keyword.

“I just never want to see something so pathetic again. You need confidence. That’s why I’m here,” he explains casually, dropping his arm and letting his knuckles graze the floor. “We both know the reason you won’t look me in the eyes…” he pauses, a satisfied smirk playing at his lips when you tense up. “But why did you avoid looking at the guy in the coffee shop? You were there to see him weren’t you?”

You feel yourself shrink back, shoulders raising as you shake your head. “You wouldn’t understand.”

He raises his eyebrows and keeps his gaze fixed ahead as he bounces a foot on the armrest. “Try me.”

“Do you know what it’s like to meet someone for the first time and immediately be able to see their disappointment?”

The response is quiet. “Yes.”

You furrow your brow and look up at him. Could he really understand?

“But so what? They don’t like you? Fuck ‘em. They don’t know you,” he declares, eyes locking with yours.

Instead of recoiling and searching for a new target to focus on, you stare into those dark pools twinkling in the dim light. “So, what, just don’t worry about it?”

“Can you change their preconceptions? You can’t make someone think differently than they do. All you can control is yourself, your own thoughts, and how you approach the situation.”

You ponder his words for a moment. “But…What if I could show them that I’m not this mess that I come off as? What if I can change their mind?”

“Maybe you could. But you’d expend so much energy and time into someone that wouldn’t do the same. The world is already unfair. You don’t have to bring more injustice down on yourself.”

“But… I know I’m not good enough for a lot of people. I need to prove that I can make up for my shortcomings. If I can just highlight the good things--Ow!”

Yoongi interrupts you with a flick to the forehead. “Stop. You’re good as you are. Everyone has their flaws, but it’s part of a bigger package. There shouldn’t be a need for you to justify that. You don’t need to say your smile makes up for your clumsiness, or that your anxious behaviors are made up for by your kindness. When you care about someone enough, everything becomes endearing in its own fucked up way.”

You sit there quietly, scanning his expressionless features for any hint of deceit.

“Not to mention people are attracted to different things. Even what you think are terrible traits probably turn someone on.” He laughs. “Everyone’s into something…”

You swallow, mulling over his words as you search his eyes for some excuse to doubt him. “Yeah…” A laugh falls from your lips. “I guess you’re right.”

“Hey. You just looked at my eyes when you talked to me.” He clicks his tongue and chuckles. “Looks like you’ll be fine on any date, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

The blush that creeps across your cheeks doesn’t deter your gaze, and you manage to hold eye contact with him for most of the following hour as he tries to teach you how to be a little more blunt. Of course with your personality there’s only so much he can do, especially in such a short amount of time.

You find yourself disappointed when he tells you he’s got to get ready for his shift and heads for the door. “Remember, if all else fails and you need a way out: believable bullshit.” But before he’s taken the final step out he motions at the coffee stains on your shirt. “Oh you should probably wash that by the way.”

You let out a sound that’s half a groan and half a sigh. It wouldn’t be Yoongi if he didn’t leave you feeling bittersweet at the end of your conversation. “Thanks.”

As you close the door and give your work shirt a disgusted once-over, your phone starts buzzing, cross-eyed photo of Namjoon lighting up the screen. Oh, shit I forgot to check in.

“Namjoon I’m so sorry!” you answer quickly, beginning to pace around your living room.

“Well, you’re not dead so there’s that. It’s been a few hours and you didn’t respond to my texts. You good?”

I haven’t even looked. Wow I’m a terrible fucking friend.

Opening the freezer, you grab one of the pints of ice cream. You can’t go wrong with cookie dough. You bob your head back and forth as you try to come up with a lie that will sound convincing. “Yeah...Yeah! Everything is totally fine. Better than fine actually. It was good, so, so good. I can’t even believe how good it went. Whew!”

Good. Believable bullshit. Isn’t that what Yoongi had just talked about?

“Really…? That’s--”

Your mind is racing and you cut Namjoon’s response short. “But you-you know, I-I-I don’t think he had the right… mmm--noodle.”

“What.”

ABORT. Abort. Stop talking please.

“Yeah, I’m, uh, just gonna keep my options open. You know what they say. Plenty of other noodles out there… You know, for the sucking.”

Holy fucking shit. Stop talking.

“Wow.” He’s quiet for a few seconds before he chokes back a fit of laughter. “You’re a shitty actress you know but that was… something else. Just how bad was it?”

You groan as you stick a spoonful of cookie dough chunks into your mouth. “Bad enough that Yoongi had to end the date for me. He must have been watching.”

Hopefully he understood that. You never used to talk with your mouth full, but hanging around with these particular men has changed your habits; almost every one of them chew with their mouths wide open. You’ve given up on trying to correct the habit for them or yourself at this point.

You hear a frustrated sigh on the receiver. “I told them not to get involved. Sorry.”

“No, no. I’m grateful. I have a freezer full of ice cream now.”

“Oof. You that upset about it?”

You laugh, taking another spoonful of ice cream into you mouth. “Actually I didn’t buy it, Yoongi did. No way I can eat it all though. He came over after and gave some advice to go with it. You know, he’s a lot nicer than he lets on. Maybe I should just give up and date him instead.”

The comment takes him by surprise and he forces a laugh from his throat that comes out like a snort.

Sensing the stiffness on the other end of the line, you laugh awkwardly. “That was a joke, no worries. Firewall is still in full effect. Besides, if it were anybody you know it would be Jimin and I goin hard.”

His relieved sigh is concealed by the sound of his heart breaking. That and the clearing of his throat. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Want me to come over?”

“Nah, I don’t want to make you Uber it all the way here just because I’m a dumb bitch.”

Honestly you’d rather be by yourself because it feels like you’re about to start crying again, and god knows Namjoon has seen enough of your tears to be drowned in them by now. Why subject him to that? You’re still genuinely bummed out about the date. Via text Chul seemed really cool, but he was insanely boring and rigid in person; he was also way older looking than the photos indicated.

Yoongi did some damage control for your ego, but if even so you feel loneliness tugging at your heart strings. As soon as you get off the phone, you’re going to cry and eat ice cream all night. Is it healthy? Not at all. Is there anything good about it? Well, the ice cream was free.

“I don’t mind. Come on, we can watch some kung-fu movies and make fun of the villains,” he insists. “I understand if you want to be alone but you sound kind of sad. And I don’t want you to get drunk and mope about some fool.”

Oh right I have alcohol! Ice cream and liquor. What could be a better dinner for a sad adult with excellent decision making skills?

As though he’s reading your mind, he sighs. “And you need something more substantial for dinner than ice cream and whatever sugary garbage you had at the coffee shop.”

“Hmm. Kung-fu movies and dinner. Tempting…But I’m sure I have something in here.” You put the pint on the counter and open the refrigerator. All that remains is some chicken in a tupperware container which looks like it’s growing mold. You cringe as you toss the entire thing in the garbage.

“Bullshit. It’s payday, which means you’ve been stretching your meals all week and you haven’t been grocery shopping yet because you had a date tonight.”

No way, motherfucker.

You open your cabinets in search of some hidden morsel to prove him wrong, but instead a pile of discount ramen greets you. It can only be appealing for so many dinners in a row.

“And I know you ain’t gonna be going tonight because you’ve started tearing into that ice cream,” he continues. “But you have that hang-up about delivery fees and only tip with cash, which we both know you don’t have on you, so…”

“I hate you,” you groan, slamming the cabinet shut.

“Because I’m right?”

You roll your eyes at the accuracy of his question. “Because you’re a know-it-all.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing. I know if I came over right now with pork skewers and fried rice, you’d demolish that shit in a second. But if you don’t want to vent about your date and sit on that terrible thing you call a couch while you eat free food and watch Bruce Lee kick some ass, then alright. That’s cool too, I guess.”

Your stomach growls loudly at the thought of actual food touching your tongue. “Well, when you put it like that…”

He laughs. “I’m just presenting an alternative for you. You don’t have to take it.”

Heat gathers in your cheeks as pieces of last weekend resurface in your mind: Namjoon in your bed, pressed against you and tracing lines up your arms with soft fingertips. You shiver as you remember his touch. It felt so good to curl up with another human being in such a vulnerable state. It was probably a one-time only thing, but you’re hopeful that a repeat of the interaction is in your near future. Something. Anything to fight this feeling aching in your chest.

“Geeksquad? You there?”

You snap out of your memory fog. “Mmm. Bring me some food, Namjoonie?”

“Well now I don’t know,” he scoffs. You can practically see his smirk through the phone.

“Please, Namjoonie?” you pout, pressing your forehead against the cabinet. “I don’t want to eat ramen again this week. I’ll pay you back.”

And there it is: the begging tone that sets him on edge. He’d do anything to hear you say his name like that once more.

“Aight. Gimme like half an hour?”

You look over at the clock on the microwave and grumble. It’ll be eight by the time he gets here. “Ugh so long.”

“You’ll live. I’ll see you soon, ok?”

The receiver goes dead and you stare at the remainder of the ice cream on the counter. “Yeah I’m not waiting that long.”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

By the time he arrives, you’ve been mixing your ice cream and rum for some time. You’re not sure if it’s good or bad, but it sure is getting you drunk fast. Soon you don’t even remember why you were sad in the first place. Then you open tinder and immediately remember.

The buzzer near the door rings and you stand there a moment, petrified of what someone might want to contact you for. You press the “TALK” button as you try to gather your nerves.

“H-Hello?”

You hit “LISTEN” immediately after, repressing the urge to turn off the lights and pretend you’re not home.

“Delivery,” Namjoon’s voice booms through the speaker; it sounds like he’s trying to disguise it with either a British or New York accent, but the sound falls somewhere between the two. You exhale a relieved breath and laugh as you press the button to allow him through the building entrance. You hold the door to your apartment open as you wait for him to round the corner. He’s got a big smile on his face and paper bags tucked under each arm. He’s sporting a white t-shirt, baseball cap, and sweats. He wasted no time in making his transformation from professor to lazy bum. You’re glad you’ve already changed into your own comfy shorts and baggy t-shirt, so there’s nothing to remind either of you about work.

“You took so long I forgot you were coming,” you tease as the door closes behind him.

As he sets the food down on the counter his eyebrows raise at the glass nearby, which is filled with melting chocolate ice cream and rum. “Clearly… Ah.” The smile on his face remains as he reaches behind his back. “I got you this.”

“Whoa, what are you pulling out of your pants?” You eye him suspiciously, blinking rapidly in anticipation. You give yourself a double chin and make a gross teeth-baring grin, dropping the octave of your voice as you repeat the question. “What are you pulling out of your pants Namjoon?”

“Don’t get it twisted. I’m flattered you think my dick is big enough to wrap around my legs. But...” He scrunches his face and sucks his teeth. “I only had so much room in my hands and I wanted it to be a surprise.”

He extends his arm. Pressed between his thumb and forefinger is the carefully trimmed stem of a beautiful red rose. Your face relaxes and your lips part, trying to find something to say as your eyes dart from the rose to his face. You try to hide the pleasantly surprised smile threatening to break through your confusion.

“Na…” You’re frozen in place, stunned as your buzzed mind tries to piece together a sound as simple as his name.

Butterflies swirl in your stomach and your heart feels like it’s beating a mile a minute. You’ve never gotten a single flower from someone else in your goddamn life. At your high school prom you bought your own corsage. High school and college graduation? Bought your own flowers and teddy bear. Valentine’s Day? Chocolate and flowers shipped from you to you. Be your own damn hero, right? But now your mind practically melts at the prospect of receiving something as beautiful and symbolic as a red rose that you completely forget the donor is Namjoon.

“I thought it might cheer you up since your date was lame. I’m sorry. It was a dumb idea. You don’t have to take it.” The hand holding the rose drops to his side and you can’t help but catch the crestfallen expression staining his features.

You snatch the flower from his grasp. “No, it’s perfect! I--Thank you so much!”

Your brain finally processes the grateful smile dancing around the corners of your mouth, allowing it to fully form. He visibly perks up at the response and grins so wide his eyes nearly close. You know you’re on the road to being drunk, but the gesture has tears welling up in your eyes. He’s always so thoughtful and kind, despite being a thorn in your side and the butt of your jokes. He’s become this pillar that you don’t know what you would do without.

“Thank you,” you repeat softly. You nervously spin the flower with both hands, trying to quash the tears before they start. “This is so nice. I --Ow!”

The sharp prick at your fingertip catches you by surprise. Immediately Namjoon steps forward, eyebrows knotting together in concern. “Are you okay?”

You blink a few times as you wiggle your injured finger. Upon inspection, a small amount of blood sits on the tip of the puncture. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just pricked my finger.”

“I’m sorry. I thought I trimmed them all off.” He moves closer, one arm cradling your back and the other turning your barely injured hand around in his palm.

Your eyes travel across his concentrated gaze, noting the damp, overgrown hair poking out from the sides of his hat. Goosebumps begin to colonize your forearm and your body rolls with the electric tingle his feathery hold sends up your spine. He seems oblivious as his sweaty palm searches your own for further signs of damage. The warmth of his body mingling with yours is a comfort you subconsciously lean towards.

Maybe it’s the rose. Maybe it’s the alcohol. But the sight of his profile quickly becomes increasingly fascinating. You scan every mole on his sun-kissed skin, hyperfocusing on every mark as though you’re seeing them for the first time. Your eyes dance around the contours of his features, drinking in every last detail of compassion until he turns to meet them.

The moment seems to stretch on forever, both of you doe-eyed and caught in the trap of one another’s light. The butterflies in your stomach are still wreaking havoc, flapping a heat up into your chest that makes you tense up. You feel like there’s something different about the way he’s looking at you now, but you can’t say for sure what it might be. All you know is that your chest is tight, scorching your insides with the flames of anxiety as he holds your limp hand in his.

“What?” he croaks out, heart pounding. Is now the right time? He tortures himself with the thought for a second too long.

The sound is enough to make you jump and you laugh at yourself as you shake your head. “Nothing. I’m just spacing out.” You bring your forehead to his chest and inhale through your nose in an attempt to compose yourself, inadvertently taking in his scent and soothing the ache in your gut for a moment before breathing out.

“Thank you, Joonie,” you mumble into his shirt, forehead pressed into the moisture of the fabric. You’re careful to keep your bad finger folded into the meat of your palm as you wrap your arms across his back.

He smiles and exhales softly, reciprocating with a tight hug of his own from beneath your arms. “You’re welcome, Y/N.”

Why does he have to smell so damn good all the time? As you pull away, his hands linger on your shoulder blades a moment longer than expected and you stiffen as he begins sliding two slow paths down either side of your spine. When they come to rest at the small of your back, you can’t help but sigh, hoping the butterflies inside will flee with your breath. Why can’t you just pull it together like a normal human?

“What am I supposed to do with this now, hmm?” The rose in your hand rises to tap his face twice as a thinly veiled attempt to distract from the shakiness of your voice. “I... don’t think I have a vase.”

“I should have known,” he nearly groans as you wave the flower in front of his nose. “Give it here. I’m surprised all the petals haven’t dropped off with the way you’re handling it.” He drops his hold on your waist to take the rose from your clumsy fingers.

“I’m gonna go take care of this.” You gesture to your pointer, a bubble of blood sitting perfectly on its tip. “If you wanna find something for that to go in?”

He scoffs. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. We both know you’d find a way to kill it immediately if I let you do it. Don’t worry I’ll find something.”

You spin on your heels, heading for the bathroom and eager to get away from the man making your stomach feel like gelatin. “That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”

“You killed a cactus!” he argues from the kitchen.

You hum in response; it’s not that you didn’t try to take proper care of his birthday gift to you, but you may have accidentally drowned it in an effort to compensate for your forgetfulness. Your mind wanders as you rummage through the medicine cabinet for a simple band-aid, recalling the look on his face when you brought him the blackened remains of “Needles.” He had told you it would be great to name your plant, but it felt that much worse when you weren’t able to save it.

By the time you’ve applied the band-aid, the rose is sitting in your favorite drinking glass on the small dining room table. You walk over to it and inspect how nicely he’s trimmed it up.

“Oh you removed the last thorn,” you say, unable to hide your disappointment.

“Did you not want me to?” he asks confusedly as he removes the pints of noodles from the bag on the counter, not finding what he’s looking for. “I figured less risk of you poking yourself again.”

You shake your head. “No. It’s not that… Ah, sorry. It’s stupid.”

He turns his head in your direction, already sliding pork off a skewer with his teeth. “What is?” he asks as he begins to loudly chew with his mouth open.

You sit in the chair across from it and lay your arm down on the table, resting your head on the inside of your arm as you look up at it. “Well, now it’s beautiful and perfect. I liked it when it was beautiful and still had a flaw. Kind of poetic, you know? Now it just seems unfair.”

He thinks on what you’ve said and quickly nods as he draws the comparison. Seeing that your attention is engrossed elsewhere, he swallows what’s in his mouth, sets the skewer down on the counter, and wipes his hands on his pants before making his way over. “What makes you think it’s without flaws?”

Your gaze is fixed on the flush petals in full bloom. “It smells good. It looks beautiful. The color is so vibrant… Its stem is smooth and safe now... It’s got the perfect amount of leaves on both sides… There’s nothing bad about it, Joonie. It’s just... perfect.”

You reach your fingers out to touch the velvety texture of the petals as he sits in the chair beside yours. “I chose the best one I could find, but if you look hard enough, I’m sure you’ll find some flaws. Nothing’s perfect.”

He pauses for you to find them on your own, but continues when you don’t say anything. “The edges are a little frayed, some of them are a little darker underneath, a little dried.” He points to a section that your eyes glossed over before. “There’s even a hole in one of the petals over here.”

You tilt your head, resting your chin on the hard surface of the table with your brows furrowed. Hazy eyes hone in on bits that have dried out and edges that are cracked and torn. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s clear now that you’ve said something.”

“Now that you’ve seen what’s wrong with it, do you still like it?”

Even in a half-sober state you realize when you’re being psychoanalyzed. “Hmmm. I don’t know. It’s all I can think about now. I’m gonna focus on the hole. And the dry bits.” You crack a smile and bite your lip at the dumb innuendo.

He chokes back a pitying laugh and rolls his eyes. “But you thought it was perfect before I pointed out all those things. It’s amazing how perspective can change when you accentuate the negative, huh?”

You sigh loudly and groan, rolling your head around to catch the shit-eating grin on his face. “I get it. Your brain is so big.”

He shivers, shimmying his shoulders just a bit. “Mmm I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

He slams down a pint of food before you, effectively blocking your view. You scrunch your nose at him as you rise from the table to tease him back. “Like, oh em gee. No problem Professor Kim.”

“Ugh. Stop. I’m about to lose my appetite if you keep that shit up.”

You grab the pint and open it enough to inhale the sweet scent of fried rice. It smells like heaven. “Oops. Sorry, Mr. Joonie.”

“Ew. Y/N...I am going to take all this food to Hoseok’s,” he warns.

“But he’s not even home,” you whine, digging a mushroom out of the container with your fingers. “And Yoongi’s working so it’s not like you can get in.”

“I’ll eat it outside then,” he counters, raising both eyebrows at you

You pop the mushroom in your mouth and stand, making your way over to the kitchen. “Okay, fine. Have it your way... professor.”

As he bolts from his seat, you’re already across the room with the two bags of food. You spin on the ball of your foot to taunt him before you reach the couch, but he trips on his way over. You shut your eyes tightly as solid mass of his body collides with yours.

The impact sends your knees into the corner of the sofa, causing your stance to give way as he comes crashing down on top of you. The food, which you have saved by clutching to your chest, is now sandwiched between the two of you and you’re sure it’s about to explode all over you. Unable to hide from the panic in your mind, your eyes open to overlook the fiasco, but you’re still dry. He catches himself in an awkward lunge to spare the bags from being completely squashed. He hovers over you with a sheepish grin, fighting the blush at his cheeks as best he can. An elbow digs into the back of the couch as his other hand sinks into the cushion beside you.

“This is really hot,” you mumble.

“Hmm?” His eyebrows raise up towards his hairline. There’s no way he heard you correctly.

You wiggle beneath him and look down, doing your best to quietly indicate one of the paper bags is boring a hole through your shirt and searing straight into your skin. He carefully moves the bags over the side of the couch and places them safely on the floor.

“You’re so clumsy,” you chide as you push against his chest with tented fingers.

“Hah. Maybe it’s all part of my plan. Maybe I’ve got you right where I want you.”

The words shed light on your position and send a new wave of butterflies into your stomach. You fight through the flutter building in your chest, cutting through them with your snark. “What, so you can lecture me to death?”

“Or maybe I know you’re ticklish,” he suggests casually, leaning down towards your face with a devilish smirk. “And you have nowhere to go.”

“I’m not,” you lie, eyes narrowing.

He adjusts his stance, bringing a knee onto the cushion beside your hips so he can dangle his fingers above your waist. When they tap lightly against your side, you manage to choke back the giggle in your throat, but your body quivers and gives away your bluff, causing your shirt to rise just enough to expose a bit of skin.

He silently challenges you by quirking an eyebrow, maintaining eye contact as he hovers just inches above you. Something new stirs deep in your abdomen, a prickling heat that mixes with the butterflies that have apparently turned your belly into their domicile. Can you blame all of this on the booze?

When his fingers prod your side again, he stills at the unexpected contact with your flesh. You weakly jerk away with a soft whimper that discloses the faintest undertone of delight. His eyes drag over the shame hidden beneath the mask of surprise in your features. It’s a sign, albeit a small one, but still a sign that you enjoyed that more than you should have.

He speaks in a low voice, barely above a whisper, but with a hint of that familiar bass. “I think you are.”

It’s not so much the words, but the tone in which he says them that sends a wave of guilty anticipation through your spine. What was once a simple closing of your thighs has become a vice-grip tension that you would need human-sized pliers to separate. You’re not eager to admit there is a wetness in your panties that has brought a discomfort that makes you ache in all the ways you never thought possible by this man. You barely catch the subtle wag of his tongue across the edge of his teeth and it causes the muscles in your pussy to helplessly spasm with need. You want to turn your head away, feeling like he can hear the blood pumping through your ears, but you find yourself trapped beneath his gaze.

His heart is pounding and he can’t seem to stop himself from reaching out to your side again. Your chest rises and falls with apprehension of the impending touch. His fingers play across your side with hard jabs and it rips laughter from your throat.

“Stop! Stop! I’m sorry!” You wheeze between the hysterical noises pouring out of you. He shows no signs of letting up, a huge grin plastered on his face. “Namjoon!” You wiggle beneath his touch, careful to keep your legs shut as your own hands jump to his ribs, trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.

He rounds his back a moment and twitches as a goofy laugh escapes him; you know for a fact he’s just as ticklish, if not more. But not about to be defeated, he moves his hand further up your waist, snaking his arm beneath your shirt. The tap of his fingers rising up your body has you shuddering and the gentle nudges you’ve been dishing back with your fingers quickly turns into a sturdy, unmoving clamp of your palms around his side. Entwined with your laughter is a needy whine that spills out from your lips and threatens to drive him insane.

His contented sigh is drowned out by the sound of your labored breathing. He moves his hand further and further up, absolutely intoxicated by the noises he’s managed to pull from you, but he wants more. His hand glides across the lace of your bra and brushes across the contour of your breast and he stills. It’s your loungewear bra for comfortable nights of staying in and doing nothing since it offers no actual support for the weights fixed to your torso; there’s no underwire and there’s almost nothing to the material itself. He might as well have touched your bare boob.

You both blink at each other for a moment as you catch your breath. He slowly slides his hand down your side and out from beneath your shirt as he looks away apologetically. There are tears in your eyes from laughing so hard, but you’re internally weeping at the loss of his touch. You don’t remember the last time someone got so close to feeling you up and then stopped like that--Jimin excluded of course because your games with him could hardly count as anything but mutual teasing. But this?

Your chest rises and falls in large, slow movements. Before you can consult your brain, your hand makes the decision to grab his wrist and drag his palm back beneath your shirt, resting it just below your ribs. His jaw falls open and you look up at him with a bashful smile and eyes that hunger for more. Your eyelids flutter as he accepts the invitation to slide his palm further up your side once more, adrenalin destroying any shakiness in his touch.

The hand that was guiding his wrist lazily wraps itself around the firm forearm supporting his weight as he leans above you, your fingernails lightly digging into the muscle. His own breathing has become shallow and messy, like he can’t believe that he’s seeing you like this beneath him anywhere other than his dreams. His gentle fingers brush against the outer edge of lace as he searches your eyes with need, desperate for permission to go further.

God, this is fucking unbearable. Your other hand glides from his side to the back of his neck, willing him to come down to meet you. Just as he lowers himself, eager to meet your lips for the first time, his fingers dip beneath the band at your chest and barely graze the soft flesh you desperately want him to grab.

This is it. This is the moment. He can’t stop his breath from hitching as your noses caress one another.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. “Y/N?”

The sound of the door opening has you both flying towards opposite sides of the room. You’ve never seen Joon move so fast in your life. He’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall with his cheeks puffed out. You swing your legs off the side of the sofa and plant them on the floor, pursing your lips as you bend down to pick up the bags of food beside them.

Jin looks like a parent who just walked in on a couple of horny teenagers. His eyes go wide and his eyebrows furrow, but an excited smile plays just below the surface of his shock. “Am I interrupting?”

“No,” you grumble as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and look into the bag closest to your feet

“Hyung, what’s the point of knocking if you’re just going to walk in a second later?” Namjoon asks in a huff as his eyes stare at the carpet. He’s got his arms crossed over his lap, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible while concealing the raging boner he didn’t have time to tuck beneath the band of his sweatpants.

“Lock your door next time if you’ve got something to hide,” Jin says accusingly as he plants himself beside you, looking down into the bag of food. “Ooh what are we having? Do I smell meat?”

Your lips are pressed into a thin line, the color fading from them with how much pressure you’re applying. You scold yourself for being disappointed with the fact that Namjoon did not feel you up. Wow. This alcohol must have hit harder than you thought. Maybe just water for the rest of the night.

“I came because of that disaster of a date. Yoongi and I were going to help you fix your habits. Namjoon, are you going to help too?” he asks as he bites into a chunk of pork.

You spare a guilty glance at Namjoon as Jin starts further digging into the food. He looks back at you and exhales softly, a warm smile on his lips that fills you with hope that maybe you can pretend like that didn’t just happen.

“Seokjin, I don’t need any help. I’m fine, really,” you argue, reaching into the bag for a pork skewer of your own.

“Oh, Y/N, honey. You need all the help you can get. Trust me.”

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[guruji]

Website – Its Importance for Business

A website is a collection of pages representing a company, business or simply an idea on the World Wide Web (WWW) files.The information could be in the form of traditional media including text, images & sound bytes and the more recent media of video and animation. Typically, though not necessary, the first page that your website visitors will land on is the ‘Home’ page document. The home page is a ‘master guide’ which will lead into to all the other pages of your site.

The word ‘site’ is usually used in the context of the geographical location of a place but a website is not tied to any particular place.It is simply a virtual location in the ‘cyberspace’. ‘Web presence’ can also be used to describe your website.

Depending on your business or idea and the time and resources you have, a website may consist of a one (typically called a ‘brochure’ website) or hundreds of thousands of pages.You should communicate your business requirements to your website design company, which in turn will be able to suggest the number of pages and any other functionality that will be useful for your visitors.

Websites are extensively used by corporates, big and small businesses and even individuals to provide information about their products and services and invite inquiries and hopefully orders. Multiple websites, targeting different geo-locations and languages, can also co-exist having cross-links to files on each other’s sites or even share the same files.

Your Business and websites:

In today’s time of internet popularity and globalization, a web page or website is a dynamic tool in the market for you to both acquire and service your clients.It enables one to make information easily available about themselves as well as the products and services they plan to offer.

Competition has never been fiercer and it has become necessary for every company and business to fight tooth and nail for every inch of that customer share. A website and a good website design combined with marketing and search engine optimization activities is playing an increasingly crucial role in helping businesses and individuals achieve their objectives. Online presence has lowered barriers to entry for smaller players and has provided an instant ‘global reach at practically zero cost’. I am sure everyone has heard of the ‘work from home mum’ who makes thousands of dollars selling products on their e-commerce website. I can hear you say ‘how is that possible’. Well, the simple answer is ‘online presence’ i.e. a website that allows you to sell your products or services to visitors paying through their credit card.

In my next article, I will talk about how easy it is nowadays to e-convert your interest or that hobby of what people thought was simply collecting garbage into a successful web based business.I think that is what EBay is all about ‘One man’s garbage is another man’s antique’.

Thanks and regards,

Guruji Softwares

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[strictlyfortheculture]

MY TAKE: 1,300 WORDS ON JAY ELECTRONICA’s ‘A WRITTEN TESTIMONY’

After 11 years of anticipation, Jay Electronica finally released an official study album, A Written Testimony featuring Jay-Z who was playing the role Ghostface Killah did for Raekwon on Only Built 4 Cuban Linx.  

Jay-Z was the co-star; the Scottie Pippen to Michael Jordan; the one who complimented the headliner, assisting him in a win, and this album most certainly was a win.

Now I make the point of listing Jay-Z as a co-pilot in this audio journey because many in the Internet realm want to say Jay-Z "lyrically murdered" Electronica on his own shit. Ironically, something Nas claimed happened to Jay Z on the Renegade song years ago.

That didn't happen. Jay-Z did what he was supposed to do, he collaborated with an emcee who captured his ear and mind back in 2010. 

This was not Watch The Throne, Part II. To say such a thing is to disrespect what Jay-Z and Kanye West created in 2011. A Written Testimony was the overdue, formal introduction to the rap world Hip-hop's resident Willy Wonka - Jay Elect - the man who creates endless wonders while staying aloof. Jay Electronica is a real-life James Bond, a man who shook the Hip Hop world when he released the game-changing "Exhibit C", dated and fathered a child with Erykah Badu, sparked a bidding war between Puff Daddy and Sean Carter based on the strength of a couple singles, the man who disappeared for years, and was romantically linked to an heiress from the Rothschild family. 

YEAH, this man is a legend.

But those exploits coupled with several loose singles and two mixtapes were not enough to satisfy the appetite of hungry Hip Hop listeners, eager to devour the sounds of a man from New Orleans, Louisiana who is, lyrically, more like Rakim Allah than Soulja Slim ... and still, Jay Elect pay homage to his NO influences throughout the album (see "Ghost of Soulja Slim", in particular).  How can a Southern emcee come on the scene without having a stereotypical sound of a New Orleans rapper? He doesn't sound like Master P nor does he follow the path of Lil Wayne. No. Jay Elect made his trail unique; distancing himself from the pack.

After 10 years of waiting, Jay Electronica announced his album WOULD be released in Match 2020. Now a lot has changed since 2010 when the original album was meant to come, and during that time tastes change and even the most loyal fans lost faith that it would happen. 

Was this real? Was Jay Electronica gonna drop or was this another instance where an artist over-promised and under-delivered? 

Finally, Friday the 13th, March 2020 A Written Testimony was released and the internet was flooded with the full gamut of emotions ranging from exhilaration to disappointed (can't please the internet critics or Joe Budden) to a renewed faith in the man of legendary reputation. 

Yes, people were pleased to hear that Jay-Z is still one of the best in the game, today, but for me, I was delighted to hear Jay Electronica slay the sound-waves. This 10 track album not only reinforced my appreciation for Jay Electronica; it made me want to study his lyrics; dissect these testaments to its very root.

The introductions to (1) The Overwhelming Event and (2) Ghost oF Soulja Slim featuring sound bytes of Louis Farrakhan speaking to the masses about the Black people in America being real children of Israel; the recipients of God's promise to bless the descendants of Abraham caused dissent from Hip Hop critics and listeners alike who felt the Nation of Islam leader's alleged anti-Semitic comments have no place in a rap album. Those people forget that Jay Electronica is a member of the Nation of Islam.

WRITER'S NOTE:  All of those critics are silent when rappers say of Nigga or calling Black women "bitch" and "ho". Where are they during those moments of controversy? Hmmm. This is a conversation for another time.

Controversy aside, the lyrical wordplay on display should have silenced any nonbeliever.  

(2) Ghost of Souljah Slim starts off the album right with both men trading verses, and more importantly Electronica showing that he can hold his own with Sean Carter. 

(3)The Blinding has Jay Electronica talking about the hesitancy to release his music to an audience that will undoubtedly pick apart his work rather than enjoy it for what it is. (4) Neverending Story is where Jay Elect laces an Alchemist beat with the tale of his come-up from humble beginnings and hostile surrounding to still being chosen by God; bestowed with divine greatness. 

(5) Shiny Suit Theory showcases Elect rhymes over a self-produced song proclaiming his forthcoming rise in the world of rap.

(6) Universal Soldier has both men share tales of their rise from hardship and criminal lifestyle to gaining knowledge of self and ultimately overcoming the hurdles placed before them

(7) Flux Capacitor has Jay Elect speaking on a preordained calling upon him to bring superior lyricism and teachings to the world while representing New Orleans. 

(8) Fruits Of The Spirits  is a song detailing the long wait for this debut album, Electronica lets the listener know that it was all part of his master plan for just like Thanos (from the Marvel Comics), he can defeat any competition with the snap of his fingers.

(9) Ezekiel's Wheel ties into the Biblical story of Ezekiel, the warrior who was placed by God to be the prophet over Israel, Jay Electronica declares himself to be a prophet to the children of Israel, whom Farrakhan, in the album intro stated were the Black people in America. 

(10) A.P.I.D.T.A. (All Praise Is Due To Allah) is my personal favourite is a song dealing with the loss of loved ones. According to reports, this song was written on the same night Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gianna Bryant died in a tragic helicopter crash in February 2020. Wow.

On this sombre track, Jay Electronica offers lamentations over the loss of his beloved Mother, speaking of how her departure from this physical form has cut him to his soul, rendering his spirit wounded. 

Eyes fiery, cry tears to my diary Sometimes a Xanny bar can't help you fight back the anxiety I go to my Lord quietly, teardrops on our faces Teardrops on my face, it's like teardrops become waterfalls by the time they reach my laces My eyelids is like levees but my tear ducts is like glaciers As I contemplate creation, the salt that heals my wounds pour out my eyes just like libations I can't stop my mind from racing, I got numbers on my phone Pictures on my phone The day my mama died, I scrolled her texts all day long The physical returns but the connection still stay strong

Jay Elect later rhymes,

Sleep well The last time that I kissed you, you felt cold but you looked peaceful I read our message thread when I get low and need a refill

All controversy and delay aside, Jay Electronica delivered a debut album that rivals that of your favourite MCs. FUCK Joe Budden and anybody who disagrees. I'm still waiting on Joe to release one record as meaningful as Elect's worst.  Anyway, I digress. 

In an era where the word Classic has lost its meaning thanks to the overuse of fans and critics alike, I won't give it that distinction, at this time. I do, however, feel this album will go down as one of the more significant releases of the last 10 years.  This is evidence of substance over style. No commercials tracks. No filler. Just two talented men delivering lyrical food to a hungry audience in need of manna from heaven rather than the pursuit of bread ($$$).

And man cannot live on bread alone.   Peace God. Holler at me

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A binary document is a PC record that isn't a book record. The expression "binary record" is frequently utilized as a term signifying "non-content document". Numerous binary record positions contain parts that can be deciphered as content; for instance, some PC archive records containing organized content, for example, more seasoned Microsoft Word report documents, contain the content of the report yet additionally contain designing data in binary structure. binary to text conversion

Binary records are generally thought of similar to an arrangement of bytes, which implies the binary digits (bits) are assembled in eights. Binary documents ordinarily contain bytes that are expected to be deciphered as some different option from content characters. Aggregated PC programs are common models; in reality, arranged applications are here and there alluded to, especially by software engineers, as parallels. In any case, binary documents can likewise imply that they contain pictures, sounds, packed forms of different records, and so on – to put it plainly, any sort of record content at all.

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Microsoft Windows and its standard libraries for the C and C++ programming dialects permit the developer to determine a parameter demonstrating if a document is required to be plain content or binary when opening a record; this influences the standard library calls to peruse and compose from the document in that the framework changes over between the C/C++ "end of line" character (the ASCII linefeed character) and the finish of-line arrangement Windows expects in records (the ASCII carriage return and linefeed characters in succession). In Unix-like frameworks, the C and C++ standard libraries on those frameworks likewise permit the software engineer to indicate whether a record is required to be content or binary, yet the libraries can and do disregard that parameter, as the finish of-line grouping in Unix-like frameworks is only the C/C++ end-of-line character.

A hex manager or watcher might be utilized to see record information as an arrangement of hexadecimal (or decimal, binary or ASCII character) values for comparing bytes of a binary document.

On the off chance that a binary record is opened in a content tool, each gathering of eight bits will commonly be interpreted as a solitary character, and the client will see a (likely confused) show of literary characters. In the event that the document is opened in some other application, that application will have its own utilization for every byte: possibly the application will regard every byte as a number and yield a flood of numbers somewhere in the range of 0 and 255—or perhaps decipher the numbers in the bytes as hues and show the relating picture. Other kind of watchers (called 'word extractors') essentially supplant the unprintable characters with spaces uncovering just the intelligible content. This sort of view is helpful for speedy investigation of a binary record so as to discover passwords in games, find concealed content in non-content records and recuperate debased reports. It can even be utilized to examine dubious documents (programming) for undesirable impacts. For instance, the client would perceive any URL/email to which the presumed programming may endeavor to associate so as to transfer unapproved information (to take). On the off chance that the document is itself treated as an executable and run, at that point the working framework will endeavor to decipher the record as a progression of directions in its machine language.

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Schluss mit Listenzeit Traurigkeit: Ungeachtet aller obligatorischen Inaktivität dieses Blogs, diverser nach wie vor oder erneut offener Baustellen im Pop und mancher ganz ohne Kontext einfach grauseliger Platten, gab es auch etliche Lichtblicke, denen die folgenden, oft eher subjektiven und nur bedingt um Vollständigkeit bemühten Zusammenstellungen gewidmet sein sollen. Den Auftakt macht, voll nostalgischer Euphorie, eine Prämierung der besten Kurzspielformate (Mixtape, EP, Minialbum, als Album getarnte Musik), die 2018 zu bieten hatte.

Aphex Twin/Collapse

Der Unmut über Aphex Twins aktuelle Musik drohte gerade, vom Gemurmel zum Common Sense zu arrivieren, als diese schöne EP alle Bedenken in Bits und Bytes zerbröselte. Schön wie seit den 90ern nicht mehr packte Richard den Mörser aus, legte unsere Ohren hinein und baute Bällchen daraus, die er in seiner Software nach Belieben flippern konnte. “Collapse” bringt wenig an den Tisch, was man nicht klanglich oder ästhetisch oder strukturell irgendwo in seinem Schaffen verorten könnte, übertaktet das Amalgam aber derart beherzt, dass von uns Spurensuchenden nur Qualm übrig bleibt.

HMLTD/Hate Music Last Time Delete

Exaltierter Elektro-Pop, der - na gut, ja - auch ein bisschen Trap an Bord hat. Viel wichtiger als die Zeitgenossenschaft, die der Opener “Pictures Of You” mit sich schleppt, ist jedoch der Look, den HMLTD ihrer aktuellen EP verpasst haben: Das Cover diffus-hässlich, ein bisschen verstörend, zugleich aber auch intim, die Texte drehen sich um (Ding)-Liebe und andere Oberflächlichkeiten, vorgetragen in japsendem, stets überdrehtem Ton, der sich herrlich in die musikalische Melange aus Cabaret, Synth, Goth und Glam fügt. Wird demnächst vermutlich richtig groß.

Kero Kero Bonito/Totep

Als diese vier Tracks zu Beginn des Jahres rauskamen, waren die Leute - mal wieder - verwirrt. Die Gitarren zu seicht, der Sound überhaupt zu wenig PC Music - wohin soll dieser Schritt denn führen? Die Antwort liegt mittlerweile in Form ihres zweiten Albums “Time ‘n’ Place” vor, was die Frage, das vorsichtige Tasten in Form der “Totep” nicht weniger reizvoll macht. Alles klingt nach DIY, aber eben nicht mehr Garage, sondern nach blubbernden Synthesizern ebenso wie 90s Riffs, unbekümmertem Alternative-Gesang und jenem digitalen Krachen, das ebenso furios wie auf dem folgenden Album die Single “Only Acting” beendet - hier überführt in die herrlich lockere Rock-Nummer “You Know How It Is”, bevor sich alles im träumerischen “Cinema” auflöst.

Nine Inch Nails/Bad Witch

Die Debatte darüber, dass Trent Reznor sich das Labeln seiner Musik neuerdings von Plattformoptimierung vorgeben lässt, lassen wir an dieser Stelle einfach unter den Tisch fallen und würdigen “Bad Witch” als das, was es eigentlich ist: Die grandiose, aberwitzige, kompromisslose Vollendung einer EP-Trilogie, die den Karren mit D’n’B, muskulösen Arena-Rock, Krach, Ambient und Bowie-Jazz-Referenzen so spektakulär an die Wand fährt, wie man es sich vom (ungefähr) dritten Akt in der Karriere der Nine Inch Nails erhofft hat. Ein dichtes, starkes, perfektes Weltuntergangsspektakel.

Retrogott & KutMasta Kurt/Vintage Fresh

Bevor er sich Ende des Jahres mit Intimus Hulk Hodn anschickte, textlich aufgelockert gegen die gegenwärtige Szene zu schießen, entkrümelte Retrogott ein paar liegengelassene Beats der Westcoast-Ikone KutMasta Kurt, um darauf angenehm verkrampft Beobachtungen aus den USA, historische Betrachtungen, Kritik an Deutschrap und ein Plädoyer für Entschleunigung unterzubringen. Wenn die Zeit schon aus den Fugen gerät, dann bitte in diesen Loops.

Sad At Superbowl/Waves

So real das Saarbrücker Trap Movement ist, so surreal wirkt bisweilen das stärkste Release, das die Szene 2018 zu verantworten hat. Auf “Waves” zerfließen Ideen regelmäßig, fiebrige Melodien überziehen federnde Beats, Stile werden anzitiert, aber nie voll ausformuliert. Der Trumpf, den Sad At Superbowl hier ausspielt, ist das Skizzhafte, Vage, das in seiner Knappheit und mit allen Leerstellen wahnsinnig macht, das Publikum immer wieder auf die Suche schickt, ohne innerhalb dieses insgesamt betrachtet sehr runden Tapes je zufriedenstellende Antworten finden zu können und damit im eben richtigen Maße erratisch bleibt.

Vince Staples/FM!

Im Nachhinein ein guter Witz, dass Vince Staples’ erste LP ein 60-minütiges Doppelalbum war, lag der Reiz seiner Musik doch damals schon eher in der Kürze. Sein drittes “Album” “FM!”, wobei über diesen Status noch immer diskutiert wird, führt nun den Ansatz des Vorgängers “Big Fish Theory” kompromisslos fort: Die Songs sind knapp gehalten, fließen, hier verstärkt durch ein übergeordnetes Radiothema, locker ineinander, und orientieren sich stark an Pop-Formaten, die jedoch immer wieder gebrochen oder zumindest arg gekonnt umgesetzt werden. Radioshow, Mixtape, Playlist, EP, Album: Gerade durch das lockere Spiel mit Möglichkeiten und Erwartungen gelingt es Vince Staples auch in diesem Jahr wieder ein Release an den Start zu bringen, das man nicht einfach nur abnicken kann, sondern über das gesprochen werden muss.

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For a few months in 2009, a Tajik telecommunication company promoted their services by offering the first 10 seconds of any phone call for free. This freebie prompted a new art form — the 10 second conversation.

Inspired by this contemporary cultural form and the Tajik tradition of 2-verse poetry (or 'bayt'), I collaborated with engineer/hacker Connor Dickie to create a competition for the best ten second poem. Tajiks could call in using any kind of cell phone, record their poem after a prompt. The number was instantly published online at 10sec1bayt.com and juried by a group of Tajik superstar poets and Habiba Jalivova, the "Oprah of Northern Tajikistan." The selected ten second poems were then published over the radio airwaves, on the television, in the printed newspaper, and during the national news hour in the form of a ten second text scrawl.

The project's title, 'Bayt' (pronounced 'bite' in English), refers to both the Tajik word for the short 2-verse poem popularized to Western audiences by the Rubayat, written in the 12th century by poet Omar Khayyam. 'Bayt' also resembles in sound the English noun that means, 'a small piece' (as in, "Just a bite"), and the 'byte', an internationally recognized unit used to measure quantities of digital data.

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10 TIPS TO CREATE HIGHLY ENGAGING CONTENT

Even though content engagement has dropped by 55% over the last few years, 95% of marketers still feel that Coming up with the content that keeps your audience engaged and ways to interact with your audience every time and keep them visiting your website is very important for long term sociaAl success and can make you feel stretching your creativity a little thin. Here you can check 5 ways to create highly engaging content

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You can increase the engagement of your audience by using different polls, asking about their opinions, thoughts, and views on a particular topic. You can use different polls by asking your audience open-ended and insightful questions this way u can create your databases.

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Always try to share the content that is informative and useful for the audience you can request them to share that content to their social media handles this way you can drive more traffic to your website.

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The audience these days is more interested in the content that includes visuals. You are more likely to engage more audience by adding images, videos, and Gifs in your content. People remember visual information 65% longer than text this way you can bring more audience engagement

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People Nowadays trust more the reviews and testimonials than the seller who is selling that product or services, average customer reads at least 7 reviews before making any purchase so a good review is more likely to bring you more sales and if you have already posted them on your website and blog, don't leave social media, pick your best reviews & testimonials design them into catchy content and bytes and post.  

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While data is important, it’s easier for people to relate to stories than just facts. This is the reason audience enjoy more watching TV, web series and movies and try to know more about celebrities. We want to know what comes next in the story. Telling a story will help you connect with your audience. It also improves your reliability on a subject; try to create stories that stimulate an emotional response from the audience. Speak in a way that’s relatable to your audience. Try to instigate powerful emotions such as sadness, Love, Fear and patriotism.

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Apart from just using written content, your overall content marketing strategy must be much bigger than that. Pictures and videos need to be incorporated into this strategy. Use Original photos. Look at how visual elements are being incorporated into blog posts over the past few years. You can improve your content by using more info graphics, , if you will do your research, you are likely to build your own unique content. Info graphics are more likely to take your content to another level. Audience tends to remember graphics more than text, people remembers the content more if it’s in the form of graphics than texts. Try to add graphics, pictures, data, and videos in your blogs. Possibilities with video content are infinite, people tends to watch more than reading.

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Use the art of storytelling to capture the attention of your users, use visuals and info graphics to attract their attention Focus on getting clicks with your headlines and keep your readers interested with the introductions and opening sentences.

Don’t use only single strategy, Mix up your content to keep things interesting.

By following above 10 tips that we have suggested, you can create some highly engaging content for your blogs as well as website.

[cherchezlafemme]

okay so here’s the deal!

computers use binary language which is a series of 1s and 0s called binary digits, or bits. 

combine 8 bits into one string and it becomes a byte. 

a byte is like a letter or number or special symbol. 01001011 is the letter K.

computers don’t use anything other than bits and bytes and they work using electrical switches that are flipped on and off. 1 is on and 0 is off. this moves date and information around the system.

shitty old computers used transistors made of silicon. 

silicon is a semiconductor. 

“A semiconductor is any material that can be controlled either to conduct electricity or to act as an insulator (to prohibit electricity from passing through).”  

now we use integrated circuits, or chips. 

they are: “Tiny regions of semiconductor material that support a huge number of transistors.”

everything became smaller and now we have microprocessors that have the central processing unit, or CPU.

the cpu converts data into information and it is really small which my textbook wants to emphasize for some reason.

bits and bytes can also be a unit of measurement for stuff like pictures, songs, mods, things like that.

kilobyte (KB): about one thousand bytes.

megabyte (MB): about one million bytes.

gigabyte (GB): about one billion bytes.

terabyte (TB [not tuberculosis]): about one trillion bytes.

interesting npcs 3.42 for sse is 2.10 GB, so, now i understand why it once said it would take 5 days to download it. and it takes like an hour to install. geez.

computers use hardware and software to process bits and bytes.

hardware is the part you can touch with your gay hands

“Software is the set of computer programs that enables the hardware to perform different tasks.”

“System software enables your computer’s hardware devices and application software to work together.”

an operating system is a system software. it’s how your computer functions. it’s like windows or ios or whatever it’s called.

there are also many types of computers, and it all depends on what type of stuff you want the computer to do. ok so here’s all the computer types i could find in my book:

smartphone

tablet

laptop

2-in-1 PC

ultrabook

chromebook

desktop computer

mainframe

supercomputer

embedded computer

there are things you can plug into the computer and different ports for things to plug into.

desktops use a tower most of the time where you can plug those things into. the plugging in devices are called peripheral devices, like a mouse or keyboard.

these are input devices. they let you “input data and instructions into your computer.”

okay so keyboard. lets you type words and usually uses the qwerty format. there are the physical ones with the clicky letters, virtual ones on like touch screens, and even laser keyboard which is like. a laser display and you type like a faker. it sounds cool though. 

you can use a finger, mouse, stylus, and movement to point. a mouse uses a cursor. oh also there are touchpads for like laptops and game controllers for the gaymers out there.

to put images on computer you can use a webcam, digital camera, flatbed scanner, and stuff like that. flatbed scanner makes the scanned image a digital image on the computer.

you can imput sound using a microphone and there are a lot of different types. it doesn’t matter. you can also use voice recognition software and intelligent personal assistants like cortana.

and there are sensors. it also doesn’t matter.

output devices yeah babey! “lets you send processed data out of your computer in the form of text, pictures (graphics), sounds (audio), or video.”

usually you have to use display screens. like a monitor. it can use: 

liquid crystal display (LCD)

light-emitting diode (LED)

organic light-emitting diode (OLED)

augmentative reality (AR)

and i guess virtual reality (VR) but idk if that’s listed.

projector

interactive whiteboard

display screens use pixels: “A single point that creates the images on a computer monitor. Pixels are illuminated by an electron beam that passes rapidly back and forth across the back of the screen so that the pixels appear to glow continuously.”

usually uses variations of yellow, red, blue, and green

aspect ratio: “The width-to-height proportion of a monitor.”

resolution: "The clearness or sharpness of an image, which is controlled by the number of pixels displayed on the screen.”

audio..........

sounds come out of speakers, you can use surround sound to surround yourself in sound. also subwoofers only produce low bass.

use headphones or earbudes to hear directly in the ear. but not too loudly!!!!!!!!

printers.

inkjet & laser

“Inkjet printers work by spraying tiny drops of ink onto paper and are great for printing black-and-white text as well as color images.“ 

ink cartridges are blasphemous and come in cyan, magenta, yellow, and black. black is also called key.

laser “uses laser beams and static electricity to deliver toner (similar to ink) onto the correct areas of the page. Heat is used to fuse the toner to the page, making the image permanent.“

printers can be wireless or connected, and some are branded with a mobile phone company. like apple airprint or something. they’re called cloud ready printers which use the ~cloud~, data stored on the Internet.

#personal #hw #that's just the tag i'll use if need be. probably not. #why am i posting this? access. and i didn't feel like handwriting this all down. #long post

[foxfuture42]

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DOS Shareware (partial game)

Developed by Blizzard Entertainment Published by Blizzard Entertainment, Ubi Soft Entertainment Genre: Real-Time Strategy User rating: 9.8 (4 votes)

System Requirements

486/33 or better processor 8 megs of RAM Super VGA monitor Microsoft compatible mouse CD-ROM Drive Sound/Music card optional

Barely a year after the release of its popular predecessor, Warcraft II brings a number of advancements to the Blizzard's medieval RTS franchise. This time, the humans have allies, such as elves, gnomes and dwarves, and form the Alliance, while orcs have allies such as trolls, goblins and ogres, and form the Horde. The resolution is doubled to SVGA 640×480 (which still doesn't let you see much of the screen), maps come in multiple sizes, oil is added as a third resource type, naval and aerial units are added, and up to nine units can be given orders at a time. Once an area has been explored, it continues to be semi-revealed after units are no longer within sight of that area (called 'Fog of War map masking'): the terrain is remembered, but you can no longer see enemy units on that part of the map. An expansion pack called Beyond the Dark Portal added two new campaigns and ten new heroes. The game was re-released in 1999 as Warcraft II: Battlenet Edition for Windows and Mac, which made it easier to play multi-player games over the internet. There are 28 campaigns in this game, with only 6 unique campaigns playable in the shareware demo.

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Warcraft II: Tides of Darkness Shareware v1.20elc (11,235,087 bytes)xxxxDOSPlay online Warcraft II: Tides of Darkness Shareware v1.02elc (11,234,043 bytes)xxxxDOS

Availability

Blizzard no longer sells this game. Deezer xbox one. Disk drill basic mac.

It can be purchased from Amazon:

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Cheat Codes

Press Enter to bring up the 'MESSAGE:' prompt. Type one of the cheats shown below and press return to activate it. If you have typed correctly, you will be notified by the text 'Cheat enabled' or 'Cheat disabled'.

SHOWMAP - displays the entire map CASH - gain vast sums of resources FASTBUILD - villagers work incredibly fast

ALLOWJUMPS - Enables the following commands

Can You Play Warcraft 2 On Mac

ORC1 (ORC2, ORC3) - go to Orc scenario # HUMAN1 (HUMAN2, HUMAN3) - go to Human scenario #