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OUR SEESAW - Chapter 9

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, drugs, explicit sex

Words: 6k

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Chapter 9 - Stay

A few hours later, Yoongi was in front of his parents and older brother, who welcomed him with a warm hug. Meanwhile, his mother had been so moved to see her son again that she shed several tears.

“She doesn't look well…” Yoongi thought worriedly as the woman clutched him. He immediately looked at his brother, who nodded, understanding his concern, but that was not the time to talk about it.

His mother was so tired and her back was in so much pain that she quickly sat back down, and Yoongi was dismayed at how much it took her to find a position that didn't hurt. Instinctively, he looked at his father to make sure he was okay. Although he found the old man healthy enough, Yoongi did not see many traces of joy on his face; on the contrary, he perceived his father cold and even annoyed.

"Shit..." he thought with a sigh. "It's going to be a long night."

Fortunately for Yoongi, it was too late, his family had already had dinner and his parents needed to rest. Geumjae, on the other hand, didn't let him do anything when he already convinced the musician to go have a drink together at a small canteen near home.

“I still can't believe you're here! Why didn't you call earlier? I'd have gone to the station for you. Do you always have to be so mysterious about everything?”

Yoongi couldn't help but laugh at that comment, being mysterious was the last thing on his mind.

"I didn't want to bother you."

"You never do, remember you're my baby brother." Geumjae tried to tease him by pinching his cheeks, but Yoongi was faster and managed to dodge.

“Hyung, I told you many times that it wouldn't be a good idea to come. Dad looked awkward."

“Dad ALWAYS looks awkward. Don't take it personally. Besides, you came here to see mom."

"About that... I didn't see her well. It hurts her to walk, even to sit. She has lost weight. And not only her, dad's thinner."

“He's worried about her, although you know him, he doesn't talk too much. Besides…" Geumjae stopped talking, but his nervous gaze gave him away.

"Come on, say it. I already know what you're thinking. That I could call more, come more often. Despite having left home, I still worry them.”

“You're their youngest son, Yoongi, they know practically nothing about you.”

“It's better that way, my life choices are far from our parents' like, they hate music. Do you think that calling them every day and reminding them that I'm still chasing the same dream will do them any good?”

“Disappearing doesn't do them any good either. And not just them, you can't deny that this affects you."

Of course it affected him, and not just because of the nostalgia of thinking about home. He was terribly worried about letting them down and never being able to give them the life he thought they deserved. His pride also spoke, Yoongi couldn't just give up and return home defeated. The path had been brutally steep and full of obstacles, only once had he come close to fulfilling his dreams, but he lost everything. The work of years, song lyrics, and melodies to which he had dedicated sleepless nights had been taken away by people he blindly trusted. But that didn't matter, he had to prove to himself that he could achieve his dream. He also had to show his parents that he was not wrong with his decisions.

"Yoongi, what about the other thing? Are you feeling any better? You know what I mean."

Geumjae had witnessed a couple of anxiety attacks from his younger brother. Although Yoongi cleverly hid them from his parents, he hadn't had such luck with his brother. Naturally, knowing how serious they could be and the depression they brought, Geumjae worried about him. To make everything worse, Yoongi hardly talked about it or accepted help from anyone, so there was no way to offer him a hand.

“There are good days and others not so much.”

"You know that if you need to talk, I'm here, right?"

"I know it, hyung, but you don't have to worry, I'm fine."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"Regarding mom, I think I'll have the money for her operation very soon.”

“Yoongi, you don't have to do everything alone. When are you gonna understand it? I also work, I…”

"You took care of the first therapy sessions, in addition to all the medical appointments, leave the operation to me."

“You did see how much that operation costs, right? We need to ask for a loan. You CAN'T pay it yourself.”

"I have savings, I'll sell the motorcycle, I don't know, something will come to mind. I'm just finishing with several songs a band asked me to produce, that will help."

Yoongi's orderly nature had allowed him to take on numerous responsibilities from a very young age; however, he could not deny that as the years passed, everything was more complicated. His parents' allowance was minimal, plus they had mortgaged the house, and with the money they had left, they could barely buy food. That was how Geumjae and Yoongi split everything up without their parents knowing. The musician had forced his older brother to swear he would tell them that his job allowed him to help them. However, while Geumjae paid the mortgage, Yoongi took care of the couple's rent, as well as the rest of the bills. Fortunately, the money the janitor gave him covered several months of his parents' rent, but he still had to pay half the rent for his apartment and all the expenses of living alone.

It was still very awkward for him to accept the money from Emmy's classes, in fact, he hadn't wanted to touch any of it, he told himself that it was the savings for his mother's operation, and that made him feel a little less uncomfortable, if that was possible.

"Okay, let's change that face. Let's stop talking about money, you know I hate that topic. I guess you have a lot to tell me, I can't remember the last time we drank a beer together. How are Jin and Namjoon doing? Is there something new in your many jobs? How are you doing in college?”

“Well, honestly, I don't have much to tell you. Jin and Namjoon are fine, work's still the same…everything's the same.”

Everything's the same? Please.... he had agreed to tutor someone, he had gone out to a party, and he had danced! In the last few weeks, he had laughed more than he had ever laughed in his entire life. He had gone back to carving, and a few hours ago, he had kissed the girl who made him lose his mind. Definitely, nothing was like before, but he was too introverted and reserved to say it like that.

However, something in Yoongi's tone, perhaps the fact that he didn't sound as melancholy as usual, made Geumjae raise both eyebrows. Turning to his brother, he stood idly by, waiting for him to talk some more. He knew how to convince the musician to open up a little more, and even though it was especially difficult, he managed to get it. That night was no exception, as Yoongi let out a small, telltale smile.

"You know that I can stay here all night waiting for you to talk."

“Hyung, you're truly annoying.” He said with a sigh. "I met someone." Yoongi confessed without taking his gaze from the beer. "And, well... you know, I think she kind of likes me too." The more he spoke, his voice dropped in pitch, becoming barely perceptible to Geumjae. It was obvious that Yoongi was head over heels for her.

“Oh wow! That's not what I expected!" Geumjae commented getting excited, especially because he got to see Yoongi's ears turning red. "And well? Who is she, what's her name, how did you meet her? Is it something serious? When do you want me to come so you can introduce her to me?”

Geumjae's intensity made Yoongi laugh and think he was as intense as Jin. “Don't go so fast, not even Emmy and I have talked about it. I just told you that I MET someone.”

"Emmy? That's a cute name! Do you have a picture? I want to see your girlfriend."

"I already told you she's not my…"

"How long have you been dating her?"

Resigned to his brother wanting all kinds of details, Yoongi preferred to change the subject before it got worse. Of course, he didn't make it, and Geumjae insisted all night to find out more about Emm. Deep down, Yoongi was grateful that they could talk about something else, the whole issue of his parents and the money made him very tense. He had to enjoy the peace of that night, for he knew that the next day, things would not be so simple with his parents. His father would not miss an opportunity to ask about his work.

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The next day, Emmy woke up, and for the first time in her life, she did not wish for Christmas Eve to end soon. The girl bathed early, got ready, and left the house. She wanted to prepare something to eat, not buy something already prepared. Yet, when she saw herself in the supermarket, she realized that it was the first time she had done something like that. The girl didn't even know how to look for things or what the hell she was looking for.

If she hadn't been so clueless, she would have called Hoseok to help her, or Nara, but she forgot her cell phone at home. Fortunately, her outgoing personality allowed her to approach a woman and ask for her help. Minutes later, she was leaving with numerous bags,

"Time to start..." She thought when she managed to get home and leave all the bags in the kitchen.

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On the other hand, the atmosphere at Yoongi's house had gotten too edgy since breakfast, his father wasted no time in starting with his hostile comments. As long as he didn't give his mother a hard time, Yoongi remained silent, but as the day continued, it was impossible for him not to answer back. At first, he tried to do it in the most respectful way; however, his father's words were escalating too fast. The worst came when Yoongi was trying to help his mother with lunch.

“Mom, please go rest. I'll continue with the rest."

"Forget about it, you never come home, let me spoil you a bit and make your favorite food.”

"Let him cook, even let him work on that if he wants, anything's better than what he does." Yoongi's father commented loud enough for not only his wife and youngest son to hear, but also Geumjae and his girlfriend, who had come to visit.

"Let me do it," Yoongi asked barely audible to his mother, but his jaw was tense enough to express how furious he was.

"I already told you no."

When the woman tried to continue cooking, she made a movement that turned out to be a bit abrupt for her, and Yoongi clearly saw the grimace on her face.

"Mom... please."

"It's okay, it was nothing."

"You need to rest, you can't push yourself that much."

"Why not?"

Yoongi was not supposed to know anything about the therapies, much less about the operation, but it was so notorious that Geumjae told him, that it wasn't his father who got upset, but his mother. She was aware of how difficult her youngest son's life was, so she got extremely upset with Geumjae to add extra weight. Yet, Yoongi's mother's personality was as calm and kind as her son's, so it was no surprise that they were capable to handle the situation well and avoid an argument. Meanwhile, the old man did not stop and continued with the conversation related to Yoongi's life decisions.

“I'm telling you this because I'm worried you won't have a future, just like me! You think my word doesn't matter because I'm an old man with no education."

“Dad, that's not what it's about, I've never thought like that. I just want to give myself a chance and…”

"A chance? You have years chasing something that will NOT happen! Better go back home and take charge of the workshop, or study something else.”

“I'm not going to study anything else, and I'm NOT going back home.”

"Were you so unhappy here?"

"Dad, please. Today's not the day, it's the first time Yoongi has come in a long time.” Geumjae added, trying to calm things down a bit.

“Stop giving him hope where the's none, Geumjae! Don't you realize that he'll be a failure all his life? Someone has to make him see reason!"

"I won't be a failure, I've told you countless times. I know I can do it, I know I have what it takes."

“You're wasting your life. If you're going to continue with that stupid mentality, don't come home. You embarrass me."

"Dad!" Geumjae said. “How do you tell him that when it's Yoongi who..?”

"Don't, hyung," Yoongi ordered getting up from the chair.

“Your mother has always been silent and your brother continues to support you with ideas that do NOT make sense! Someone has to tell you to stop this foolishness."

“Yoongi knows what he's doing with his life, he has told you in many ways. He has been more than respectful, dad, but you also have to know how things are.”

"Geumjae." Yoongi warned with a gloomy look, not only did he feel how everything was escalating more and more, but his anxiety was already starting to appear, and all he wanted was to get out of there and never talk about it again. "I told you that it was enough."

“Yoongi's mature and responsible enough to have taken over the rent for this house, as well as the other bills.”

Geumjae was finishing saying that when Yoongi closed his eyes holding the doorknob. He had been so close to being able to leave before everything got worse...

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The hours passed quickly and soon it was ten o'clock at night. Emmy was struggling with her oven, having been trying to figure out how to preheat it without causing another accident, when suddenly there was a knock on her door. Next, she heard how it opened slowly and when she turned her head, she could see Yoongi on the edge of the door. He had a few bags, in addition to the suitcase that she had seen before.

The musician's gaze slightly brightened up the moment he saw the girl's smile; however, there was still a trace of the consequences of the visit home. That was how Emmy ran towards him and opening the door even more, she hugged him tightly.

"I hope you don't mind that I took you at your word to come." He whispered in her ear and smiling gratefully to feel the warmth of Emmy's hug.

"The door was open for you." Emmy's response was accompanied by a caress on Yoongi's cheek.

"Can we close it now?"

"I promise you no one else will enter." She assured kissing his forehead and helping him with everything he brought.

Yoongi did no more than enter when the scene he saw moved him so much that it made him smile tenderly. Emmy had been waiting for him, so she had set the table for the two of them. Also, just by glancing around the kitchen, he knew that she had tried to cook, but hadn't succeeded, hence the chaos.

"Emm, did you get burned?" He asked sure of it due to the smell of burnt food.

"No, but I'm afraid to keep trying. I burned more than half of the things I bought." The girl laughed at how unskilled she was in the kitchen.

"Don't worry, we'll do it together."

That would be Emmy's first Christmas dinner in years, so she didn't stop smiling for a single moment. The illusion and emotion caused by having the musician there with her made Yoongi have to save her from more than one accident. If it wasn't with the knives, it was again the oven or even the kitchen. Even so, he didn't stop smiling either, besides that, his heart didn't give him a truce and kept beating fast.

Fortunately, Yoongi had brought ingredients; actually, he was able to replace everything Emmy burned. The first thing they did was to wash the vegetables, but when they were about to chop them, Yoongi immediately came up behind her to explain how to do it without losing a finger in the process.

“Keep a good grip on the knife and move your other hand away.” With the directions of Yoongi, Emmy could do everything without any difficulty. “Great, we're almost done. Can you chop the carrots while I finish preparing the meat?”

“Carrots? No, they're disgusting, I don't like them. Let's use more chives."

“We need the carrots. By the way, be careful because we haven't picked up those glasses from the ground yet. I'll finish with this and pick them up. DO NOT go near here. Emm, are you listening to me?" The girl had already set the carrots aside while she searched for more chives. “No more chives, it won't taste good.”

“Of course it will taste good! You want to put boring vegetables on it.”

“And what are the fun vegetables supposed to be? Because I can't remember the last time a potato told me a joke." Yoongi spoke with a frown and crossed arms. And his tone became even more serious when, according to him, he was explaining to Emmy all the properties carrots had and why it was important to eat them.

"You're an old man, old men like carrots."

"What? Are you listening to yourself? Nothing you say makes any sense. If you ate healthier, you would understand.” He said taking a bag of carrots and putting them in front of the girl.

"I'm sorry, grandpa, I can't chop your delicious carrots because I can't find the knife."

"I'm not a…forget it." He tried to find the knife they had been using among Emmy's mess. “Did you really lose it again? But I don't understand, a minute ago you had it in your hands."

Yoongi and Emmy lifted everything in the kitchen to find the knife; however, it seemed that it had disappeared. Emmy kept saying that Yoongi had moved it, while he said that she had hidden it so as not to chop the carrots, no one had noticed that it was under the chopping board.

"Maybe it's around here." She tried to lift a pot heavy enough that Yoongi had to help her. The couple tried to push some things away; however, the only thing they got was that the carrots ended up falling on the glass.

“You did it on purpose, right? All because of your senseless hatred of carrots."

"You did it on purpose, right?" She imitated Yoongi talking like an old man and when Yoongi realized that he actually sounded like that, he let out a laugh that rang throughout the kitchen.

Also, it was the first time he had seen Emmy slightly upset and Yoongi had no idea that she could fight like a little girl, she even gently pushed him to pick up the mess of carrots and glass, but she kept repeating that it had been an accident.

"And you know what I'm gonna do? Next Christmas I'm going to give you boxes and boxes of carrots. That's what you earned for being a bitter old man and a liar."

By way of apology, Yoongi crouched down on the same level as Emmy and trying to suppress a smile, offered her a chive. Soon, they were both laughing at how ridiculous the argument had been.

Stopping her from picking up the glass, Yoongi carefully lifted Emmy up.

"I told you I wouldn't be much help in the kitchen."

"What are you talking about? They were just some stupid carrots.” He responded with his raspy voice and a smirk on his face capable of making Emmy even forget what they were talking about.

A split second was all the couple needed before they lost themselves in a kiss. Knowing that no one would interrupt them that night, and that they had truly closed the door to be totally alone, both Yoongi and Emmy decided that they would enjoy every kiss, caress, and smile with every particle of their being.

Ever since he left Emmy's house, Yoongi had daydreamed about kissing her again. Even before kissing her, the girl occupied most of his thoughts, but having tasted her lips had been like giving him just a hint of what awaited him at her side. Now, holding her in his arms and feeling how the girl responded to each caress, Yoongi kissed her with even more passion than the first time.

Even though Yoongi was not good with words, and at first sight he would have given all the signs that physical affection was not his favorite thing, to Emmy's surprise, the musician knew how to express himself perfectly well through kisses and caresses. Everything that involved making love was Yoongi's thing and Emm was about to find out that night.

Among the surprises that the musician hid was his arms' strength.

Just as the simplest thing for him, Yoongi took the girl by the legs and sit her at the table. Next, he directly attacked Emm's neck, he was devouring it with kisses that forced her to hold onto his shoulders as she moaned. If she wasn't moaning, she was sexily giggling at the tickling of Yoongi's tongue on her neck. Meanwhile, the musician's hands were trembling, desire had taken over him and he was dying to take Emmy's clothes off, but he had to go calmly, not for him, but for her.

Emmy noticed the fire coming from Yoongi's hands on her thighs, waiting for the slightest signal from her to continue, and the signal came when the girl caught him off guard and bit his lower lip. The next thing Emmy felt was the pianist's hands traveling under her shirt, caressing her abs, and catching her breasts in his hands. Soon, Emmy's shirt and bra had already disappeared, allowing the musician to drive her crazy and make her want him to continue. With perfectly measured force and pressure, Yoongi was feasting on the girl's breasts, biting and licking them.

“Yoongi…” she called before licking and gently biting his earlobe.

"Do you want us to stop?" He asked with a tone of voice that led the girl to bite her lip, she had never heard him speak more seriously and raspy than at that moment.

"Of course not." She responded making him smile and approach her neck again. "So what's wrong, you don't like it?"

"I love it, but I want you to come with me."

Getting off the table, Emm took Yoongi's hand and made him follow her. The musician was madly bewitched by her, so much so that he could have sworn that those steps between the kitchen, the stairs, and Emmy's room were torture for him. However, seeing the comfort of Emm's room, especially her bed, Yoongi understood why they were there. That night neither of them wanted to keep anything to themselves, and they would only do that by being as comfortable as possible.

The connection that Emmy and Yoongi had from the beginning in front of the piano was surpassed by the one they had that night in bed. They were both aware of how much they wanted to touch, taste, and even take over every inch of the other's body, but they would have all night for that, and at that moment, what they both wanted most was something else. Thus, without thinking of anything else at all, they took it upon themselves to disappear all the clothes, and as soon as Yoongi cornered Emmy on the bed, he gave her a stare she would never forget. If the girl had thought that Yoongi had devoured her with his gaze when they danced, that night he showed her that it had been nothing, because his feline eyes and the way he took his crotch by getting closer to her were simply unforgettable.

Arching her back, Emmy moaned as she felt how every centimeter of the musician's body enter on hers. Those first few seconds of feeling Yoongi inside her were enough to turn Emmy's world upside down. It was as if all her previous sexual encounters did not happen, as if she was starting her sex life all over again, but this time with him, with the correct person. The combination of how well the musician moved, how wonderful their bodies felt together, how exquisite it felt to have Yoongi so close, and how hopelessly in love she was led to Emmy having the best night of her life.

The musician turned out to be an incredibly passionate lover, not snapping at things or seeming to lose control awkwardly; on the contrary, each movement of Yoongi's hips, each kiss, even each moan, and glance were calculated to be unforgettable and to mark Emm's life. He didn't limit himself to one position, he had too much to prove to the girl, too much love and desire.

As he turned her back to him and positioned himself on top of her, Yoongi grabbed her hands on top of her head and smirked hearing his name coming out of her lips. With every hip thrust while he went in and out of her, Yoongi not only groaned in her ear, but also let her know that from that night on, she would be in his arms forever. Yoongi was no joking when he said he was not willing to share her; therefore, just a single thought of another person in her bed made Yoongi burn inside.

They both knew that they couldn't keep up that pace for much longer, the pleasure was too much to handle, and they were getting closer to experiencing the best orgasm of their lives.

"Turn around, baby, I want to see your face," Yoongi ordered biting her earlobe and carefully pulling out his body from her.

HE, the person who avoided eye contact the most, dreamed of being able to see the face of the girl he had fallen in love with when they had their first orgasm together. The intensity of the feelings they experienced that night as they reached their limit together and looked into each other's eyes would be unmatched by any other event in their lives. Emmy and Yoongi gave absolutely everything of themselves that night, it was not even necessary for them to speak, for the smile they gave each other when they were out of breath made it clear that they were not playing, what they had was not something casual or superficial.

Exhausted, they lay in the comfort of the pillows. Both tried to recover the normality of their breathing, but without moving away. Making any effort other than breathing was exhausting for the couple, but Yoongi managed it, and spoke in her ear.

"Emm, are you alright? It's the first time you've been silent for so long." Yoongi's question caused her to laugh very softly and raise her face so she could look at him.

"You just left me without any words." The musician gave her that adorable smile that she liked so much and almost immediately she snuggled back into his arms.

They didn't say anything for a while, just rested. The comfort felt in each other's arms was so satisfying that they were about to fall asleep, especially Emmy. Yoongi's chest turned out to be THAT place anyone wanted to rest on; it was warm and welcoming, but also firm and safe. Also, feeling the musician's fingers caressing the soft skin of Emmy's arms and shoulders was lulling. Surely the girl could have stayed there forever, and so could he, but there was something he still had to do.

"No..." the girl complained when she felt him move stealthily. "Yoongs, don't go." She begged.

"I won't leave." He assured approaching with a smile to kiss her lips. "I'll just go get something, stay resting."

He knew that if he gave her time to say something else, Emmy would convince him to stay, so he took just what he needed of clothing and left the room. A few minutes passed in which the girl remained hugging the pillow that Yoongi had been using; however, she wanted him back and ended up covering herself with the sheet to go looking for him. However, Emmy hadn't even finished adjusting the sheet when he came back in, this time with a tray with two glasses and two small plates.

“Where were you going, freckles? I told you to stay in bed."

"What…?"

"Just in time." He sat in front of her and offered the glass. Emmy hadn't realized that among all the things Yoongi brought, he had bought something to toast. "Merry Christmas, precious." He said at the same time that the clock began to chime, it was already midnight.

They both toasted with their glasses, but not even the fine material they were made of shone like the eyes of the couple. So, that was how it felt to spend Christmas with someone special... that was the thought of Yoongi and Emmy before kissing one last time and having dinner in bed.

"You didn't use carrots," the girl commented unable to avoid laughing as she saw what Yoongi prepared.

“As long as you like the food, I'll like it too. I didn't cook for myself, after all, this Christmas was for you." He responded by winking at her.

"Also for you." She replied passing her hand through the musician's dark hair. "I was thinking a lot about you, I wanted everything to work with your parents, but I also wanted you to come."

"Is that why you went to buy so many things?" Yoongi raised his gaze and fixing it on her, he observed how the freckles on Emmy's cheeks became more noticeable due to the reddish tone that her face had acquired. A few moments of silence followed in which Emmy was aware that Yoongi was struggling with himself and his lousy ability to express himself. Finally, he found the words to say what he was thinking, or at least the words that were closest to what he wanted to express. "Regardless of whether it had worked or not, it'd have come back to you, I knew you were waiting for me. This is the first time someone prepares something like this for me. No one had welcomed me like this.” Not wanting to overwhelm him with words, Emmy gave him a peck on the cheek. She understood how touched and happy he felt, there was no need for Yoongi to say anything else. "Let's eat, freckles. I hope you enjoy your carrot-free dinner."

That Christmas was the complete opposite of what they had imagined. While the girl had visualized herself eating instant soup and then looking for a party, Yoongi had resigned himself to an awkward night with his family. However, fate taught them a lesson that night about how everything could change at the most unexpected moment. Contrary to what they had anticipated, they were now enjoying a small dinner in Emmy's bed, both still half-naked and disheveled. On Emmy's neck and clavicle several of the marks that Yoongi had left on her stood out, and on his back, there were traces of Emmy's nails, from when she held on to him. But in addition to the sensuality of the scene, love filled the room, it was something undeniable.

"Yoongs, do you want to talk about what happened at your parents' house?"

Yoongi's first impulse led him to shake his head negatively; however, after a few minutes of silence, he spoke. In truth, opening up to Emmy wasn't that difficult.

“Mom's in a lot of pain, she's not having a good time. About dad…” A deep sigh interrupted his words. “He still hates music. And my brother, well, he spoke more than necessary, not with bad intentions, Geumjae would never do something like that. Anyway, I think I left home worse than the first time. Dad's so sure about my imminent failure, that sometimes he gets to make me doubt."

Emmy watched as her piano professor finished drinking what was left in his glass before fixing his dark eyes on it. Maybe, if she hadn't done what she did, Yoongi would have lost himself thinking about everything that was happening at home; but that didn't happen, since Emmy took the glass out of his hands so she could grab them.

“You're a fabulous musician. I know that things haven't been easy for you, but everything will be fine. You can get anything you set your mind to, maybe you just need to change your strategy and stop being so self-sufficient." Yoongi listened carefully as his girl played with his hands. "If you weren't such a grumpy cat, you'd notice that there are people who truly care about you and are willing to lend you a hand. Just let us do it, Yoongs. Don't give up yet, I won't let you do it and you should know me well enough by now to know how headstrong I can be." Even though he was serious, Yoongi showed her his gummy smile. “Whenever you want to talk about what's going on with your mom, I'll be here, there has to be something we can do to help her. I know very good doctors, maybe we could ask them for a second opinion. And regarding your brother... I don't blame him, I've also screwed up many things by speaking without thinking. You should know that by now too…”

Yoongi looked at his girl in a way that Emmy could swear he was capable of reading her soul. He knew that she meant everything, the help she offered was honest, but, on top of that, just the fact that she took the time to listen to him caused Yoongi's chest to feel warm.

"I like you, Emm, I like you a lot." He confessed with a sweet smile and delicately running his thumb over her cheeks' freckles. "But you should know that by now."

"Hmm... no, not really." She joked provoking Yoongi's eyes to widen, thinking that maybe he hadn't shown it enough while they were making love. “You could prove it again…”

With a smirk on his face, Yoongi put aside everything that could get in the way and dedicated all night to showing Emm how much he liked her.

Luckily, the next morning he didn't have to work, as both Yoongi and Emmy only slept for a couple of hours. Yoongi could be very calm in his day to day, and the truth was that when he slept with other girls, he didn't remember having a night like that; however, having sex with the girl he truthfully liked was a different thing.

Not long before exhaustion finally overcame them, Emmy opened her eyes when she felt the musician wrapping her up with the blanket.

"You'll leave once I fall asleep, right?"

"Do you want me to do it?" In response, the girl shook her head, she genuinely didn't want to see him go.

She was dying to ask him not to leave, but if there was one thing that terrified Emmy, it was asking for that. She had stopped doing it from a very young age, after so many abandonments, the girl simply trembled just thinking about asking someone to stay by her side again and having to see that person leave. However, the sweet look that Yoongi dedicated her, accompanied by a smile, made it clear that he was willing to stay for as long as she allowed him.

“Freckles…” he called, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. “We already said that we had closed the door, don't you remember? I have no intention of opening it.”

Grateful that Yoongi understood one of her biggest fears, Emm pulled him back to her side and snuggled into him.

"Thank you." She thought feeling the last kiss the musician gave her on the forehead before falling asleep.

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musicarenagh · 10 months

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monsoonblooms12 · 3 years

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Belamour (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: Set after Book 3, Pooja finally gets Ethan to dance in the rain.

A/N: A silly something born out of my love for rains and my binge listening to 80s Bollywood classics (I have no idea what kinda mess this is tbh). Also, my first song based fic🤎

A/N 2: The song lyrics are indented (Translation in parenthesis)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Rating: General

Word Count: around 1.5K

Category: Total fluff

Warnings: None that I noticed

Song Inspiration: Aaj Kal Yaad Kuch by Mohammed Aziz

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A pair of summery blue orbs insistently stare at the world beyond the glass windows.

A world that was now being washed by the consistent droplets that came down from the adobe of clouds to meet their origin.

Their drum was usually henotic, tranquil for him.

But at the moment, it only added to his irritation and deepened the void of disappointment that had formed in his chest.

In another room of the same house, a pair of amber orbs watched the magic of nature with a child-like wonder.

The pleasant, dewy petrichor spread around her, and the mellifluous tunes of Earth's own orchestra made her forget the fast turns her life went through in the past day.

In the faint light, she picked up her hand and let the jewel, the stone that was nothing less than a promise of forever, shine like the billion stars that dot the sky at nights that are devoid of clouds.

As the iridescent lights make her eyes sparkle, a vague idea forms in her brain.

Her thoughts float to reach the person who gifted her happiness, and a smile lit up on her face.

There was a mix of challenge and love in the quest she was about to partake and she was determined to succeed.

In slow, soundless steps, she made her way out of the room and out of the house.

A blur went past and his trained eyes were quick enough to catch the motion.

Shaking his head with realization, he followed behind.

As the steps took him down, and he stood under the shade of the multi-floored skyrise, she stayed yards away from it.

Her hair was wet, her skirt twirling, her face bright and beautiful.

He felt his heart race, whispering an urge to join with hers.

He restrained himself, but the scene in front of him was so spectacular that he doubted just how long his restraint would last.

After what felt like an eternity, she turned to him, half of her face golden under the street lights, the other half bearing the monotones of black and white.

She looked like the personification of their love.

Her life the golden, and his the black and white.

He could write sonnets to describe the picture-perfect scene that played before him like a film, but all he did was stand still, unable to tear his eyes away, unable to speak the words that hadn't already been spoken, his well-thumbed thesaurus gathering dust in the labyrinths of his mind.

She looked at him with a longing, a spoken call for him to join her as the rains continued to fall and purify the earth.

All he did was shake his head in silence.

She took it as a challenge, and he already knew how it was going to end.

For a minute he got lost in her memories, reminiscences from a time, from a moment that passed too quick, yet slow enough for him to remember every moment of it.

And suddenly, the faint tunes of a song brought him back to the present.

Every word of the foreign seeming language lucid clear, setting in a cascade of emotions and bringing pictures etched in past pages of the novel of life, making him go on a trip down the memory lane.

Aajkal Yad Kuch Aur Rehta Nahi

(Nowadays I don't seem to remember anything else)

Ek Bas Aapki Yad Aane Ke Bad

(Once your memories enchant me)

Yaad Aane Se Pehle Chale Aaiye

(Please come to me before the memories reach me)

Aur Phir Jaiye Jan Jane Ke Bad

(And then leave only after my breath leaves me)

The truth of the words came with an epiphany.

Every day of knowing her had been a way of painting the monotones of his life in colours he thought didn't belong to him.

Every moment she had ever spent away from him had made him yearn for her more than ever.

And yet he was foolish enough to think that miles of distance and hundreds of hours could make him forget her.

All the distress he felt could have been so easily ended if she had been with him then.

And now, as he dreams of an aeon with her, he promises to only let her go when his breath leaves him alone.

Apni Aankhon Me Mujhko Basa Lijiye

(Allow me to settle in the world of your eyes)

Apne Dil Me Mera Ghar Bana Dijiye

(Make a home for me in your heart)

Kya Karu Dil Kahi Aur Lagta Nahi

Pyar Me Aapse Dil Lagane Ke Bad

(What's the fault of mine if I can't concentrate on anything other than you, since our hearts connected by the string of love)

As the minutes pass by, melting into each other to form an hour, he loses all tracks of time.

And amidst the sweven he was living in right now, at a moment he could not pinpoint, she had taken his hand into hers and now he stood, lost in the amber of her eyes, forgetting all about the shower that now fell upon him.

As she continued to mutter the tunes in a harmony that went on in rhythm with the rain, he wished he could live in the world of her orbs.

To see the world as she saw it, to live the life from her perspective.

All he wanted was home in her heart, a tiny place on the lands of her soul.

Ishq Ke Maine Kitne Fasane Sune

(I have heard many tales of epic romances)

Husb Ke Kitne Kisse Purane Sune

(And stories about beautiful people from bygone eras)

Aisa Lagta Hai Phir Is Tarah Tut Kar

Pyar Hamne Kiya Ek Zamane Ke Bad

(But I feel I have been broken and got mended by love after centuries)

In muted harmonies, the two of them twirled, forgetting the world around them.

The way their eyes held onto each other, as if holding onto their lives, reminded him of the tales of love the folklores talk about.

The romances of princesses and maidens, and of beauties who earned their fairytale.

But as her palm stroked his cheek in a feather-light motion, he concluded that all those tales faint in front of the story of theirs.

There were no royals, no cruel witches setting up spells and no poisoned apples.

There were just two people, broken by the storms life made them navigate through, fitting perfectly as if parts of a whole.

He tried to remember if he had ever experienced anything as he did now, his lip tracing her ear as his hands wrapped around her waist.

It didn't even take him a second to know the answer.

He hadn't.

Aapka Naam Dil Se Nikalta Nahi

(Your name never leaves my heart)

Dillagi Me Koi Zor Chalta Nahi

(No force is strong enough to stop the meet of two hearts)

Aapko Bhul Jane Ki Koshish Bhi Ki

(I tried a hundred times to forget you)

Aur Tadpa Hun Main Bhool Jaane Ke Baad

(And suffered a suffering of pain and agony once I forgot you)

The rains accelerate and become a downpour. The mist envelops them but there was no care for the changing environment.

The distance between them ceases to exist as their hearts finally get the pleasure of beating in unison.

In the next moments, she whispers close to his ear, the last of the melody, and it's his story.

The story of how he couldn't get rid of the five-lettered name since the first time he ever came to know about it.

Of how no force in the world could stop two hearts from meeting if that's what destiny had in plan for them.

Who one loves and who loves them back determines so much in one life.

And for him, it was a chance, a risk he was scared to take, dreading the destruction it may cause.

After all when had anything ever-blossoming flowers in the city of his soul?

But this time not only did spring finally arrived with its flowery footsteps but also led to a discovery of himself, a part of him that was buried under layers of snow from the winter that reigned in his life for years.

She taps twice on his heart, indicating how he had tried to forget her, all those years ago. And how he broke himself in the process.

As she hummed the last lines, he bowed down in front of the forces that brought the two of them together.

He thanked the stars which aligned the way did to let him fall for her and agreed to hide, to let the rains fall, to let him have this night with her.

And looked in awe at the woman who brought about the sweetest catastrophe mankind has ever known.

And without uttering a word, he picks her and kisses her, saying all that was left unsaid with it.

PS: I actually have another version of the song, that I sung specifically to go with this, but Tumblr is giving me troubles to upload it. Do let me know if you would like to hear it someday.

Anyways, If you are reading this, I am very grateful for you. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day🤎

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fangirl-ramblings · 3 years

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Pairing: Charles Smith x Female Readee

Word Count: 3222

Summary: Love is in the air around camp, but has Cupid's arrow somehow missed you and Charles?

Notes: The fluffiest of fluff, Reader POV / Charles POV

This @rdr-secret-cupid gift is for one of my favourite people - @12timetraveler. My sincere apologies for this Valentine's / birthday present being so late, but hopefully it's well worth the wait 😘

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Cupid's Arrow

Reader's POV

14th Feb 1899

You looked around to see Dutch sitting in his tent, whispering sweet nothings to Miss O'Shea while Sean was trying his hardest to win over Karen, whose icy demeanour was starting to thaw with each passing drink he was plying her with. Hell, even John had had a little too much to drink and summoned the courage to pick a small posy of flowers and present them to Abigail as a small Valentine's gift.

You liked seeing the camp happy like this, all relaxed in each other's company; the likes of Javier and Tilly sitting next to each other as the former strummed on his guitar and filled the air with a sweet melody, or young Mary-Beth, enjoying the latest romance novel she acquired, only to tear her eyes away from the page to gaze lovingly towards an oblivious Arthur before continuing her story.

And while Micah's grumbling about it "not bein' right, someone like him talkin' to a fiiinnnne woman like her," as he watched young Lenny saying something to make Jenny giggle from across the way, was enough to for everybody to tell him to shut up, it certainly wasn't enough to dampen the mood around the place.

It was even nice to see Miss Grimshaw laugh and smile as she joined the older camp members in their reminiscences about previous Valentine's days with their own past loves, soon followed by raucous singing of filthy songs but as you took your makeshift seat of a crate at the poker table, you couldn’t but help feel Cupid’s arrow had struck everyone and somehow bypassed you.

You had secretly hoped that Charles would have joined in with the party, but the minute Dutch wound up his gramophone Charles had disappeared into the woods to take his position on guard duty.

While you'd taken many opportunities to try to make conversation and try to get to know him better over the last few months, you still found him to be a man of few words - but you liked that about him. The camp was full enough of loud-mouthed characters like Sean and Uncle that any moment you found yourself sitting in a comfortable silence with Mr. Smith was bliss.

As the night drew on and more and more alcohol was heartly consumed by all, you felt your eyes growing heavy and couldn’t summon the energy to sing along with the lyrics of “The Louisville Maid”.

"Well as fun as this is, I'm gonna call it a night," you announced to your campmates, knowing full well that nobody was really listening. You sighed as they were caught up in their merriment and headed towards your tent… only to walk straight into Charles.

"Whoa, careful there," he told you, giving you a small smile as he placed those big, strong hands of his upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot.

Your face burned as you felt your face grow redder and with each passing second as you enjoyed his gentle but firm touch, causing you to look away to avoid staring into those beautiful, deep brown eyes of his. You hoped that he thought your flushed appearance was a result of all the alcohol running through your veins and not the thought currently running through your mind; what it would be like if he suddenly dipped and kissed you with a fervent passion?

"Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

"I'm okay, thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" Your brow furrowed as you tried to rack your brain. Had you arranged to go on a job and completely forgot? Charles watched you, with a confused look. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?"

"Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment, "I can't believe you remembered."

"Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, making you weak at the knees.

He cleared his throat and moved his hand away. "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams."

You watched him walk to his tent, before heading to your own. Still smiling to yourself, you drew the flaps shut and fell on the cot, relieving that brief moment you just had with Charles over and over as you closed your eyes and let sleep wash over you.

15th Feb 1899

As the sun beamed through the gaps of your tent, you woke up to a very different camp atmosphere compared to the night before. It was eerily quiet; with everybody still in bed, sleeping off the hangovers they'd given themselves at the party.

Deciding to make the most of having a quiet camp all to yourself, you sat yourself up and stretched - your muscles and joints aching in a way that made you laugh. Another year older today and your body was certainly reminding you of that fact with all the aches and pains you suddenly started feeling.

A part of you doubted anybody else would be able to remember that today was your birthday but you smiled as you saw Mary-Beth hadn't forgotten; she'd wrapped a romance novel with one of her ribbons and left it on your trunk. Next to it was a little handwritten note from her, wishing you a very happy birthday and how "the way the heroine in this story reminds me of how you act around Charles, maybe if you read it you'll end up with your true love too. x"

You playfully rolled your eyes; ever the romantic, Mary-Beth had seen you gazing at Charles one day and decided you were destined to be together.

Pulling on some fresh clothes, you stepped outside and made your way towards the coffee pot, presuming nobody would have thought to wash it out and prepare it ready for the morning. Yet, to your surprise, you lifted it up to find it freshly brewed and still piping hot.

“I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking behind you carrying some logs for the campfire.

“I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” you laughed, pouring yourself a cup. “You want one?” you asked, offering Charles the filled mug currently in your hand.

“I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up.”

“Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done," you giggled knowing from previous experience how badly Susan seemed to suffer from next morning hangovers.

He carefully placed the chopped wood next to the campfire before turning his attention back to you. "Oh I bet," he grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

"Oh?" Curiosity had gotten the best of you and you were intrigued to know what he was thinking.

"I saw supplies were running low and was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," rushing his words out before casting his eyes to the ground. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

"What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" you teased.

"That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company."

You stood gobsmacked as he turned away from you, quickly making his way over to Taima, pulling something from her saddle.

"I… I'd like to spend time with you too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." You hung your head in disappointment, mentally kicking yourself that this could be your one chance to be alone with the man you'd admired for all these months - and you've lost it because you never took the time to invest in decent hunting equipment.

"I can help you with that," Charles told you, pulling out an ornate looking bow and handing it to you. "I made it… for your birthday."

"For me?" Shocked by his act of kindness, you traced your fingers over each of the detail engravings that ran along each of the limbs, tears starting to cloud your vision. "This is beautiful, but are you sure you mean to give this to me?"

"Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” A sudden flash of fear crossed Charles’ eyes as he realised what he had just said, his body tensing.

"You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek, his body relaxing as he realised he hadn't made a mistake in telling you.

"It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." You gently thumbed his cheek, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?" You suggested as you signaled for Charles to see what you could see.

Stood behind him was a small audience of John and Mary-Beth, both of whom were grinning over to you both.

Charles playfully rolled his eyes and walked you away from their gaze.

"Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

"Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

"Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

"What's so funny?" Charles asked, trying to read your expression.

"Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all."

Charles' POV

14th Feb 1899

“I’ll take over here if you want,” John grumbled, clutching his face as he approached where Charles was currently taking up guard duty in the wooded area on the outskirts of camp. “I reckon my Valentine's night is as good as over.”

Charles turned to face his campmate, the moonlight showing a fresh red looking handprint across John's cheek. "You blew it with Abigail then?"

"Yep, I pushed my luck just a little too much," John chuckled lightly, "But I'm sure I'll survive. Go on, you go enjoy yourself… I saw [y/n] looking all lonesome up there, she could probably do with some company."

John waggled his eyebrows as Charles pretended to scowl; alcohol had given him loose lips one night and he had ended up confiding in Arthur and John about his feelings about the camp lady he'd taken a shine to. But he couldn’t hold the expression for long as a smile crept over his lips he thought about you.

"I'll probably just get some shut-eye instead, but I have been busy making this for her." He lifted up a beautiful bow that was resting against a nearby trunk. "It's her birthday tomorrow and she mentioned once she'd be interested in learning to hunt properly."

"You're a big old softie, ain't you Charles Smith?" John chuckled. "Well, I'm sure she'll appreciate the thought."

“Don’t you go ruining my reputation, John,” he laughed, making his way to the clearing where all the gang's horses grazed peacefully.

Taima looked up, nickering as she saw her owner nearby.

“Just a passing visit for now girl, but we can go out on a ride tomorrow,” he whispered to her, stroking her neck as she nuzzled against him. “In the meantime, I want you to keep this safe for me.” Charles lifted his saddle onto the hitching post that Taima was attached to, and carefully placed the bow into the holster on it. She watched her owner with curiosity, her ears pricking up as heard Charles rummaging in his saddlebag to retrieve an apple to reward his trusted Appaloosa for her loyalty.

The music was still playing as he walked back into camp, only this time it was Pearson’s accordion and Uncle’s banjo that filled the air as Miss Grimshaw sang a bawdy song. It was clear that the party wasn't ending anytime soon, but that wasn't going to stop Charles from trying to get some sleep. Heading towards his tent, he found himself looking around for a quick glance of his heart's desire, only for you to crash straight into him.

"Whoa, careful there," he told you, gently placing his hands upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot. He could have swore he felt a jolt of electricity flowing through his veins as his skin touched yours.

"Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

"I'm okay thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" A flash of confusion crossed your face and Charles began to doubt himself. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?"

"Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment. "I can't believe you remembered."

"Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, before catching himself and moving his hand away.

Not really wanting the moment to be over but knowing he must tear himself away lest he stay admiring you all night, he cleared his throat.

"Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams."

Making the short walk back to his own tent, his heart soared as he thought back over your reaction to him remembering your birthday. Now he couldn’t wait to see how you would react to your present.

Settling on his bed roll, he watched you draw your tent closed before allowing himself finally sleep and dream of you.

Charles found himself waking at the crack of dawn, just as the last few stragglers were stumbling towards their bedrolls . Realising he could effectively have the tranquillity of camp to himself, he gladly jumped up and set about getting ready for a new day.

Firstly he made his way over to Pearson’s wagon to grab a few coffee beans and started brewing a fresh pot. Noticing the meat supplies were running dangerously low, Charles made a mental note to go out hunting later and wondered if this could be the ideal opportunity to ask the birthday girl to join him.

While he waited for that certain someone to wake up, he had already stoked the fires back to life and disposed of the empty bottles that were scattered all around camp before finally enjoying a short break with a fresh cup of coffee.

It wasn't until he had made a start on chopping wood he had heard footsteps behind him and smiled to himself as he looked over to see [y/n] making her way over to the coffee pot.

“I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking up to her with an armful of logs for the campfire.

“I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” she laughed in that sweet way that made Charles’ feel all warm inside as she poured a cup. “You want one?” asking as she offered the mug in her hand towards him.

“I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up," he explained, walking over towards where the chopped wood was to be stored.

“Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done,"

Charles chuckled as he carefully placed the firewood down before realising this was his chance and turned his attention back to you.

"Oh I bet," grinning with a twinkle in his eyes. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

"Oh?" you asked, tilting your head with curiosity.

He had noticed in the past that each time you asked a question about something that had piqued your interest, you would often tilt your head in this way and found it utterly adorable.

"I was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," Charles rushed his words out before looking away bashfully. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

"What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" she smirked, and he felt his insides flip-flop. She was so damn beautiful.

"That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company," he told her, quickly turning to go fetch the bow from Taima’s saddle.

"I… I'd like to enjoy your company too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." She lowered her head in what seemed to be disappointment.

"I can help you with that," Charles told her, carefully placing the bow in her hands. "I made it….for your birthday."

"For me?" He watched as she traced her fingers over the engravings he spent so much time on, hoping the tears brimming in her eyes were because she was overjoyed. "This is beautiful… but are you sure it's for me?"

"Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” He kicked himself inwardly for saying it aloud,

"You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek. The feeling of embarrassment replaced by one feeling like he could soar into the sky right now.

"It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." Gently thumbing his cheek, you suggested, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?"

He followed your gaze to see Mary-Beth and John grinning at you both as they stood by their tents.

Playfully rolling his eyes, Charles guided you away from their gaze.

"Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

"Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

"Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

"What's so funny?" Charles asked, hoping thewhole entire moment wasn't a set up so camp could make fun of him

"Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all"

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bloodontheredrose · 4 years

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My Brutally Honest Opinion on the new BTS album...

*Please note this is just a personal opinion.

I decided to post it because I wanna see if there are armys out there with the same opinions or it might be just me, having this kind of feelings about the 7 album.

* It took me a while to process it so here it is.

I honestly believe "Persona" had more potential to get a Grammy than this one. That's why is depressing Persona never got a nomination. I'm gonna explain it.

My biggest problem with this album is the boring, empty, blunt production when the boys wrote some of the best lyrics and songs of their careers.

SHADOW: is one of my favorite tracks. Nothing much to say about it. It's Yoongi. Dark, real and raw. It also sampled a past song, so the production it's automatically a success.

BLACK SWAN: I loved the concept. It took some time for the song to grow on me. Powerful lyrics but something was wrong with the melody. The first times I listened to it, I couldn't remember it. I couldn't recall the chorus. I personally think that when a song doesn't leave a trace in your mind the first time you hear it, it's not a powerful song. Because it's forgettable.

FILTER: It perfectly describes Jimin. A Libra King. Jimin the people pleaser. The song is fun, it makes you move but I heard it before. Nothing deep. Nothing original about it. It's a mix of Ed Sheeran, Camila Cabello... drunk latino vibe. Another song that grew on me with time.

MY TIME: I was convinced this song was dedicated to JK's secret hookup with all that " I can't call ya", " I can't touch ya" in English. It's a sex song until you read the lyrics. Weirdly, it bored the hell out of me the first time I heard it to the point I wanted to skip it. It gave me The Weeknd vibes and despite the meaningful, sad message it failed to make me feel emotional. Up until, like I said, I read the translation.

LOUDER THAN BOMBS: The moment at least 10 people tweeted, including Troye Sivan, that they worked on it...my expectations went crazy high. It delivered. It caught me from the first second but it was not as good as I expected it to be. Way too short and it would've been easy to make it longer by giving V and Jin a proper number of lines. Just saying.

ON: is the biggest disappointment on this album for me. Specifically because it's the lead single. I loved the lyrics, I loved the concept but once again, just like JK's solo, I couldn't connect with it. It was as forgettable as Black Swan and it took 2 days for me to remember the chorus. A failure if I were to compare it with their past singles like " Fake Love" " Idol" etc. A thing that makes you forget the vibe of the song the first time you hear it, it's actually Jk's beautiful bridge. Somehow it breaks the vibe of the song and I think they could've easily avoid it to make the song more catchy.

UGH!: The rap line always gets it right. And they did. It's the best song on the album because the song delivered both lyrically and sonically...

Zero O'clock: I expected a Truth Untold when I heard it's the vocal line doing it. It didn't happen. It bored me the first time I heard it and it grew on me the second time I listened to it and looked up the lyrics.

INNER CHILD: It made me cry the first time I heard it and I cried harder the moment I read the lyrics. It's the only solo on the album that actually delivers. It's personal, it's emotional, it's Tae...

FRIENDS: A private, fun song. It perfectly describes them. I felt like an intruder while reading the lyrics in English but I disliked the sound the first time I heard it. Not my type and I think it's harder for people who don't know V or Jimin to connect with it.

MOON: I honestly think Jin is underrated so I expected more from his solo. It's a beautiful song he dedicated to the armys but I really wanted him to take off the insecure, " I'm world wide handsome" mask. I know he's more than that and I wish that will come out also in his songs. Wished he would've went as deep and personal as Kookie and Tae did honestly.

RESPECT: It gave me nice vibes. Like driving in a car with the sun in front of you. It brought back old memories. It's a chill song. Though... Despite belonging to two of the best writers and producers in the group it doesn't say much lyrically. All you hear for half of the song is Yoongi's sexy Daegu dialect " What is respect, dude?"

WE ARE BULLETPROOF: THE ETERNAL: It disappointed me at first because after all the previous slower, ballade songs I wanted this one to go higher like the first bulletproof did and maybe be the next Dionysus. It didn't happen. It's more the Mykrokosmos of the new album and I accept it since it shows how BTS changed, closing an emotional circle. It's the song that gave me goosebumps reading the translation because it reminded me they're about to go to military service and in the future retire. So it hit hard. It felt like this song was screaming "this is the last album you get as 7" right in my face. I can't quite listen to it without this thought coming up. Even tho it might not be true. It's excruciating.

EGO: When it came out as a trailer after Shadow I didn't quite enjoy it. I wanted Hobi to go in a different, darker direction. But it completes the album and is the perfect song with its vibe to close it.

ON feat. SIA:

*insert "what was the reason" gif*

I don't wanna say they robbed Sia because maybe the guys told her what she was supposed to sing and she sang it the way she sang it. It was horrible af. It sounded awful. The more I hear it, the more it annoys me. She tried too hard to sound like them or get into their vibe. Which makes me think she has no idea who they are. She sounds like a twelve year old who recorded herself singing the chorus over the original song. I didn't even recognize her voice at first. I remember the team at the conference before the release how they were rambling about Sia bringing different colors to the song and the song being different from the original. Uhhhh... Where? It sounds exactly the same and at times you don't even notice her. This colab was wasted, Sia's voice was wasted and it wouldn't have been that hard to give her a proper verse. Whatever...

In all honesty I think the album, despite its emotional baggage, is too weak to go to the Grammys. It's an album dedicated to the armys. It's already hard to understand the guys in Korean. If you are not a fan and the songs don't catch you at the first listen, if they don't tell you much despite the language is 100 times harder to reach these other people. I thought Persona was that kind of album. I remember how I felt when I heard " Singularity", " Pied Piper" " The Truth Untold" for the first time. No songs on the new album delivered that kind of feeling for me. It might be just me so...

I just wanna say I am thankful for BTS and their music but it's ok to have conversations about things we don't like I guess.

IF YOU DISAGREE PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL.

I 💜 YOU!

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neoculturetechxgot7 · 5 years

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His fingertips lazily graze the guitar strings, silver rings reflecting purple beams with every movement. The lighting in his studio always has that hue, he tells everyone that it inspires him, as it is the shade of a late sunset, when stars are only small pearls in the sky, welcoming the night with its dark blue and infinite black. A soft melody echoes in the room, the beat slow and tempting as it bounces off of the wooden walls and he hums to the tune under his breath.

After a few moments, his fingers wrap around the pen on his desk, only to write down a couple of words on a large notebook, its yellowed pages filled with lyrics, so many that it would take him hours to read through.

A piece of his mind is blended into every song, he laces every sentence with a part of his soul, leaving a little bit of Jaebeom in every note. And usually, it's easy for him to do so, as he expresses his feelings and thoughts through his music, he never runs out of inspiration.

But tonight, sitting on his lounge chair, eyes focused on the computer playing a track he composed a few days ago, Jaebeom feels like he can't find the right words to accompany that beautiful melody. He's been trying for hours, coming up with lyrics and getting them down on paper, only to smudge over them, thinking they're not good enough.

A few moments pass and the tune cuts off to play again from the begging and he sighs, realising how many times the song has restarted ever since he walked into the studio this morning. His head rolls back, hands flying up to rub his eyes in a desperate attempt to shove away the feeling of tiredness that was taking over him. The numbers on his golden watch remind him how late it actually is, the night sporting it's darker colour outside of the window. Setting the guitar down, he swivels his chair and turns towards the sofa, his eyes landing on your sleeping form.

You lay peacefully on the red pillows, hands draped down, almost skimming the cold floor and his features soften at the sight, heartbeat increasing in the slightest bit. The calm expression on your face, the face he adores, makes a warm feeling bloom in his chest and he cherishes it, knowing that it's the one thing he's been trying to describe through his lyrics. Jaebeom slowly gets up and makes his way over to crouch in front of you and have his fingers gently trace circles on your cheeks.

"Y/n, hey." His voice isn't more than a mere whisper, as if not to wake you up when its only purpose is doing exactly that. "Baby, wake up, it's time to go home."

You shuffle around a little bit before you eyes flutter open to lock with his caring gaze. It takes a few seconds for you to sit up on the couch and Jaebeom walks over to his desk to get his notebook and bag.

"Any progress?" you voice is soft due to sleepiness, tingling his ear like silk.

"Not really..." A hint of disappointment coats his reply but a smirk appears on his face when he turns around to find you standing and stretching your arms. He grabs his keys and phone before sliding his jacket over his broad shoulders and quickly comes beside you, as you buckle up your own coat.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find your inspiration." You say, eyes looking straight into his brown orbs and he snakes one arm around your waist to guide you to the door.

"You're my inspiration." He wants to yell that for the whole world to hear, but it only comes out as a low, velvet whisper followed by a pure kiss on your temple.

His lips radiate heat, burning where they touch your skin and you momentarily close your eyes to get lost in the way he caresses you, letting out a little laugh. And upon hearing your chuckle and feeling you snuggle closer to him, a burst of familiar feelings erupts inside him. Feelings that he's been trying to imprint on paper all day, to put into words and sing for you, but for now, he just settles for holding you in his arms and taking you home.

The studio's door closes behind him, footsteps fainting in the distance, as the soft melody still plays on his computer.

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• Tycoons' self-titled debut album 'Tycoons The Album' was released on the 3rd of January, 2017, 07:00AM KST.

• JYP released two trailers for the music video a month prior to the release date, however they didn't attract too much attention as they were first advertised like regular ads that would appear on most YouTube videos, sometimes even other JYP idols' music videos to maybe draw a bit more interest, as the trailers uploaded on JYP Entertainment's YouTube channel did not do so well as expected, at first. Although this, once the album and official music video came out, people started realizing that 'Tycoons' was actually a group and began drawing in a huge crowd.

• The album focuses a lot on storytelling, through music and lyrics, telling the day-to-day life of two siblings taking over their family's money wagering, illegal weapon dealing empire within the vast Mafia and how they run operations as well as the drama that will commence throughout half of the album.

• The album starts with catchy hip hop beats and dance/house trap drops, giving a sort of Stray Kids vibe to it. As the album goes on though, the lyrics and mood start to take on a more emotional tone and meaning. Just as the mood changes, Tyke and Carmen's [the Characters] lives are changing along with it.

• A majority of the songs in the album are written by both members of Tycoons [and the music video is also partially directed by them since the CEO was curious as to how this duo plans to start off their careers after training for a good amount of time] and most of the music [in the album and the music video] was also made and produced by Tycoons themselves.

• 'Tycoons: The Album' was a success, initially selling a total of 1.7 million copies in Korea and 1.65 million internationally within the first week and a half of so. But when the album began gaining some traction, the numbers spiked to 3.18 million copies in Korea and over 4.19 million copies internationally by early February.

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▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 25 minutes & 20 seconds

• MAFIA

• 우리는 (We Are)

• Hands Up

• GSW

• Heir

• 만족하니? (Are You Satisfied?)

• Losing It

• Fire With Fire

• Outro: The End

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1. MAFIA - ⏱ 4:05 - Title track

'MAFIA' is the title track of the album as well as the first track in the lineup of Tycoons' debut album. It is also the only song in the album that got a whole music video dedicated to it. Being that the album was written and co-produced by Tycoons themselves, they wanted this album to tell a story; to be the first chapter of their characters' stories and build up on their development as they evolve and grow in the music industry. They promoted the album, the title track and it's B-side heavily, going on several interviews, TV and music shows for 3 weeks straight, all at once [though Tycoons themselves quote en quote 'didn't mind the busy schedule, as they have been preparing all their trainee lives for this moment', courtesy of Carmen].

'MAFIA' is a song about the 'dangers' of the Mafia world and how they rose to the top with sheer resilience and smarts, as well as available weaponry and other form of utility such as soldiers. Tyke and Carmen the characters describe a glimpse in their life in a line taken from Carmen's rap verse:

'in this dangerous place

where Alphas roam wild

one shot dead in the streets

echoing cries for miles and miles

with blood dripping on their face

as they lie cold there like a stone

truly a beautiful chaos

this is home; how we live our lives'

The song is hits hard with a hip hop style dance beat, an interesting use of common synths, a fresh twist on melodies that are often used, heard and reused, and carries an intense tone throughout the whole song. Added to that the ranging high and low notes that Tyke hits, especially in the bridge, and Carmen's consistent deep growls in the rap verses. Said factors when merged create this harmonious yet unpredictable title track that would be considered 'perfect to set the tone', as Tyke puts it. Fans often compare this song to the style of Stray Kids' and BAP's music, and although some people say that this is the 'least JYP' JYP song ever according to some fans, Tycoons have confessed to have let the company add their flair to this song, so it's safe to say that it was an even game when it came to producing.

There were also special effects to the song to amp up it's chilling vibe. For example, throughout the song, there would be gunshot fire sounds inserted, as expected from a group with a dark concept, however fans pointed out that as the song reached it's climax, the shot sounds start condescending to the point where it even tricks some people into believing that there was an actual gun fired next to them, and therefore have them either scared or even more in love with the song. This effect however was not the only sound [or even visual] effect inserted into the track; in the official music video, Tycoons are shown to present almost everything you'd want in a perfect music video; great clothing choices, beautiful sets and decor, a nice harmony of dark and bright colors throughout, flattering camera angles and lighting, makeup and filters galore, only to then show the Characters' reality, showing various ruined sets littered with blood, dead bodies, empty bullet cannisters and bloody knives on the floors, yelps of pain, stab sounds and the final groans after getting shot, make the atmosphere even more spine chilling.

Critics praised this title track for it's unique concept, style and visuals, however they added that there could've been a more clear trigger warning before the MV starts, as it could easily trigger a younger audience. So to appease them, the company temporarily took the video down to add an extra 10 second trigger warning clip accompanied with a subtle rain sound effect that goes well with the beginning of the MV where Tyke and Carmen are seen walking through the gloom streets while it's raining.

2. 우리는 (We Are) - ⏱ 3:46 - B-side

'우리는' or 'We Are' in English is the next song in the tracklist as well as the album's B-side track. 우리는 Is mostly written by Tyke, therefore it's fairly vocal heavy for the most part, however he does give his sister Carmen the bridge and the last verse of the song to rap, but the rest is Tyke. It's a more story telling song that has a much softer, but more mysterious vibe to it. This song doubles as a deeper look into Tycoons' Characters' backstory as well as a song that shows off Tyke's light and clear contratenor voice with the occasional sassy run as well as stable vibratos and falsettos.

The song carries a nostalgic feeling, as if you've heard this song before some other place or time in your life, but not exactly in the way one'd originally think. It has a sad-ish tone, despite having happy nostalgia inducing guitar, piano, a variety of classical instruments, hip-hoppy snare and slightly lighter trap drops, that is meant to symbolize Tycoons' not-so-happy childhood that is the consequence of their family joining the Mafia.

Overall, the song has a fairly light hearted tune with variety and a nicer, clearer beat compared to it's title track, however if you look at the lyrics and analyze them, they hold a much darker meaning:

'you can't run

you can't hide

hold your breath

close your eyes

turn your ear to the sky

you're not safe here anymore

this is who we are, now

who we are, now'

The unsettlingness of the lyrics combined with the strategic classical orchestration make for a song that's meant to feel like, quote en quote 'a false security blanket that shields you from the actual good reality, or even a blindfold that makes you see everything in life with a different filter', courtesy of Tyke.

This song isn't exactly a favorite of the people, therefore dubbing it 'under appreciated' or 'underrated' by Capos, however critics applaud this song as much as it's title track for the same factors, but they have less critiques for this song as there wasn't any music video, however for some critics, the sense of false security and lack of straightforwardness was not exactly their cup of tea.

3. Hands Up - ⏱ 3:25 - Inizio

The third track in the album is titled 'Hands Up' and is the introduction to Carmen's [the character] personality and role in her and her brother's business. This track is mostly written by Carmen and contains mostly rap verses, with Tyke included briefly in the chorus, the bridge and as backing vocals to go with Carmen's raps. 'Hands Up' is has traces of inspiration from hip-hop songs, with it's more uppity, 'in your face' beats.

The story, or message, this song is trying to convey is to never disrespect those whom have helped you and built you up and explain the diligence and perseverance you are going to need in order to survive in the Mafia industry, and that once you think you got there, that means you still have ways to go, or to put it in Carmen's words; 'Don't get too comfortable, life can take 10 steps ahead of you just like that.'

The bold beats and sassy lyrics can be quite jarring to some, but the song overall is very well received by Capos and music critics alike. Although a minority of Capos did make an argument about 'Hands Up' being a better B-side track for 'Tycoons the Album' than '우리는', however this dispute is easily dismissed by favor over the idea of "'우리는' and 'Hands Up' being equally great overall, but '우리는' is a B-side for a reason that we don't know yet/we will have to speculate more on to know why", given by K-pop commentary channels such as KPOP Junkee and Korea Scouter TV.

The topic of respect and being respectful is heavily mentioned in the song and due to this, some Capos said that 'it almost seemed like they were demanding respect' and this ideology was shared around with a portion of the fandom, however Tycoons responded to this issue by saying that they only wanted to portray their characters, not the actual people themselves.

4. GSW - ⏱ 3:02 - Continuazione

'GSW', short for 'Gun shot wound' is the next song in the tracklist and another hip hop dance song in the whole album. 'GSW' is co-written by Tycoons and this song carries a more JYP style of music for the group, but with that said, the JYP 'signature style' was definitely beneficial for Tycoons' versatility in music styles. What makes this track different is the lack of lyrics and the main focus on the dance aspect that goes with the track.

The music was intense like the title track and had a variety of different musical tones incorporated, like at some points of the song there could be a more deep atmosphere and in others it could be softer, or faster, or sad. Though the song may be lacking in lyrics, it compensates for a complicated, but amazing choreography. The only verses in the song are the first pre-chorus, chorus and bridge, and these verses are fairly brief;

'just when you think there's a settled score

the battle has just reborn

comes swift like an avalanche

come to steal what you just got back

at your back like a loaded gun

and the night has just begun

steady now breathe, breathe'

This song took the longest to practice in terms of dance. According to Tyke, he stated that they've had to practice this dance longer than any of the other song's dances combined. The choreography is much harder and more technically challenging, and it also involves the usage of various props as well as stage actors to accompany Tycoons in their action sequences throughout the dance. The CEO even opted to postpone the actual date of their debut because of how challenging this dance was, as he had doubts that the group could actually meet the deadline. But hard work and dedication pulled through and the duo clearly succeeded through all the hours of work.

5. Heir - ⏱ 4:45 - Conflitto

The song 'Heir' is sort of like the climax of the album. This is when the tone of the song shifts to a more calmer, simpler tunes and faster timing with more room to add story telling lyrics and catchy raps. Tyke and Carmen worked on this song together and therefore rapping-to-singing ratio is pretty equal, and their inspiration for this album can really be sensed here, or at least that's what they think anyway. At the beginning, this song sounds quite to 'MAFIA' because of how Tycoons' characters are connected to the person next in line to their 'throne' but they found out something was wrong and they go searching for her. Shown briefly in the music video, this 'heir' is a baby, almost a toddler, who's sleeping in a crib inside a dark nursery but the scene is shown to flicker to a clip of people in full black outfits taking them away, resembling a kidnapping.

In the music video for 'MAFIA' we briefly get video shots of Carmen turning around to face the camera angle with a distraught expression before running towards a hallway as if rushing to get something, and Capos think that this is Carmen running to save her 'heir.' Tycoons soon confirm the rumors surrounding this mysterious heir however didn't drop every detail, but did mention said heir's name; Chloe.

The song itself is intense just like it's title track, but with added drama and theatrics by an orchestral pre-chorus and followed by another dirty dubstep/trap drop and bridge. The classic parts meant to symbolize going back to the classics, where king and queen take care of their heirs as they rule their kingdom, but by the end of the song the orchestra melody doesn't complete itself and loop, instead for the last 5 seconds of the song, it's heard glitching and skipping certain beats before eventually quieting down.

This strategic, but harmonious symphony of classical and trap genres seems to be the critics' favorite and it definitely made sense for Capos to enjoy it just as much. However some added that the drop sounded too much like 'MAFIA' and when put side by side, they almost have the exact same notes. Tycoons took to answer this predicament right away, explaining that, though taking care of children aren't the characters, Tyke or Carmen's, front suit, their heir still plays a role in their journey to the top, by being more careful, thought out and responsive to anything, and eventually the crowd died down.

6. 만족하니? (Are You Satisfied?) - ⏱ 4:30 - Calore de momento

'만족하니?' or 'Are You Satisfied?' in English is the 6th song in the tracklist and right off the bat is a rap-heavy trap style song, going back to harsh, dirty beats and Carmen's growly voice. This song is meant to represent the heat of the moment and a continuation of the previous song 'Heir', after they realize that the next generation of their 'royal family' was taken from them. Carmen wrote this song feeling her own anger to the horrible people present in her life as a child, and after some fine tuning from Tyke so it doesn't sound too much like a diss track [though according to some fans, it still does], the lyrics to the song can really convey how angry and angry [and rather sadistic] their characters were over loosing their 'heir':

'you think this is fun?

that this is all just a game?

well I'll tell you this now, you pricks

that you'll regret this mess you made (yuh)

you've dug yourself deep in a hole

where we will throw you a rope

and drag your body to your neighborhood

and cut you open wide!

does that sound good?

are you satisfied now?'

The rather horrifying lyrics of this song and the glitchy sound effects added makes it one of the least favorite songs in the album to fans, along with 'Losing It', but as the internet is known for divided opinions and constant fighting over the slightest things, Capos were no different. One side said that this song was okay and 'the others who can't stand the lyrics are actual babies', quoted from one Capo, and 'the other' side of the fandom just did not appreciate the gory lyrics and 'would just listen to the album without this song overall', quoted from another Capo.

Critics also agreed that this track and 'Losing It' in particular could've been less gory, however they did understand why Tycoons wanted to make it so that it would sound sadistic and scary and all that, even if it was their least favorite song concept. Tyke quickly defended himself and his sister by stating that they wanted the album to be raw and true to their characters' personalities and the storyline, and at the end of the day it was just some lyrics in a song that shouldn't be taken too seriously. Some people saw this as Tycoons' over-involvement with their fanbase and turned them away from the group but a couple of them have since returned to being a Capo after realizing that the reason why Tycoons called them their 'Capos' is because of their wish to be engaging with their fandom and that they were forgetful to the meaning of the name in the first place.

7. Losing It - ⏱ 2:04 - Climax

'Losing It' is the very next song and yet again, a continuation of the previous song '만족하니?' but unlike the last one, 'Losing It' is much calmer but at the same time, was just sinister and a little vocal heavy. The song was one of the quieter songs in the album but kept that deep and mysterious aspect about it, which made fans appreciate this track more than the previous one. In this song, Tyke really showed that he can rock to a quicker paced song as well as a slower one, as 'Losing It's melody incorporated a few transitions from a fast paced beat to a slower beat.

The electro synths and more vocally challenging melody and high notes made this song one of the hardest songs to sing in the album, if not the hardest song to sing in the album. It was more of a ballad with the occasional trap build up leading to a softer EDM drop as per usual. The song's varying speeds also made it a challenge to sing as you first go up high, then low, then mid-range before climbing back up again and several different variations of this pattern were incorporated so no verse sounded the same, nor did it have the same lyrics. Speaking of, the lyrics to the song describe the disappointment and shame the characters had to go through when they found out their family member had been kidnapped and it includes a few hints pointing towards Tyke's depression really helping out during this song [even though it was actually written by Carmen since Tyke was depressed when the song was written, so his low mood helped this song convey the sadness and frustration properly]

8. Fire With Fire - ⏱ 2:50 - Vendetta

'Fire With Fire' is the finale of the album, and though it may be only less than 3 minutes, the song holds a deep passionate beat and had probably the most memorable ending drops throughout the whole album. Mirroring 'GSW', 'Fire With Fire' was dance dominated with a few lyrics, but due to its short length, the choreography was more complicated and faster paced, 'ending with a bang' as Tyke would say. And though the choreography wasn't as complicated as 'GSW', and did not need any props, it was definitely just as tiring, according to Carmen.

Capos compare the drop to that of Stray Kids' 'Miroh' for it's electro house instruments but broken down, it doesn't sound too similar, though people managed to merge the two songs together to create a song that even Tycoons listen to and they gave the person that made the first remix a very well deserved shout-out.

9. Outro: The End - ⏱ 1:14 - La fine (per ora)

The outro song wasn't originally needed in the album but Tycoons added it in there to add some hype on the next album coming up as well as a quick sneak peak and Capos and the rest of the world were definitely excited for what's to come

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• 'Tycoons The Album' was nominated for album of the year at the MAMAs 2017 however did not win.

• Tycoons themselves won Best New Artist of the Year at the same event as well as 3 other music show awards; from the MGMAs, AAAs and Soribada;

• 'MAFIA' won Song of the Year at the MGMAs and Tycoons won Rookie of the Year at the AAAs and New Artist of the Year at Soribada.

• 'MAFIA' peaked at #5 place on the MelOn chart, #6 place on the Gaon chart, #8 place on both Soribada and iTunes Top 10 and #39 on the Billboard hot 100.

• '우리는' made it to #18 on the MelOn chart and dropped to #20, #17 on Gaon, and #16 on iTunes Top 20

• 'Hands Up', 'GSW' and 'Heir' made it to #49, #50, and #52 on the Billboard hot 100 charts. But jumped to #35, #38, [surpassing their title track] and #40 and stayed there.

• 'GSW' was actually nominated for Best M/F Dance Performance at MAMAs but unfortunately did not place.

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• Carmen has a painting that eventually became the official cover of the physical album and the company's design team thought 'why not put that design to good use', since Carmen already did the work for them, and she didn't mind them using her design, as she was credited in the back of the album as well as inside the photo book. Where there were photos taken of her actually recreating the cover painting on canvas while wearing her *ⁱᶜᵒⁿⁱᶜ* elbow-length-sleeved shin-length black skintight dress, long cherry red satin gloves, matching-color kitten heels and beret in the 'boudoir' set [also featured in the music video].

#tycoons #tyc.#pinkocnet #tokyokocnet #lofi #lofikocnet #kumokcn #kumokocnet #woopkocnet #kocsociety

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amessywritersmind · 6 years

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Slip Ups - H.S

Summary: You were a major fan of One Direction before you met your boyfriend of 1 year, Harry Styles, and you've done an amazing job at hiding that fact from him. Sometimes there were slip ups though.

Warnings: Language

When I say I was a big fan of One Direction, I mean BIG. From every inch of my walls covered in posters, to owning anything with their faces on it, I was obsessed. Of course when I turned 18, it became insensible to have all these things, so I packed them in a box and hid it in the back of the family storage shed, gone but never forgotten. Save for their hardcopy albums, movie, and a few other little things, there was little evidence I even knew who they were, Unless you knew me. If you knew me, you'd know there still wasn't a second where there wasn't a lyric running through my head, regardless of the lack of merch.

The day I actually met the boys, it was completely by accident. You bet your ass I was a mess of nerves and a billion words I wanted to say to them, but I didn't want to be the fan that ruined their seemingly peaceful day on the town. So I pretended to not know who they were. Now, here I am a year and 3 months later, having been dating Harry for a whole year, and he still has no idea of my love for the band he's apart of. At least so I thought.

The first time he caught me was early on a Saturday morning.

I groaned tossing and turning quietly in bed. The time read 5:30 AM. Though my limbs were heavy with tiredness I knew I wasn't going back to sleep any time soon, so I decided to get up and start making breakfast. After all, it was Harry's first day back from tour, so I figured he'd appreciate a nice breakfast in bed.

I rushed down stairs, contemplating whether or not a speaker would wake Harry up before ultimately deciding to use headphones. I hit shuffle on my music and began gathering the material to make pancakes and waffles.

Just as I was about to flip over the first batch of pancakes, a familiar tune came on. As the opening to No Control played out, I checked around to make sure Harry wasn't anywhere to be seen, before allowing myself to slowly sway to the song. Swaying turned to bouncing, which turned to jumping around the kitchen nearly shouting the lyrics. The song ended too quickly, so I decided to put on Act My Age, pretending to know how to Irish River Dance, when I turned to stir the eggs, coming face to face with an amused Harry. I let out a screech of embarrassment, ripping my headphones out, my cheeks a bright red.

" 'aving fun there love?" he chuckled, mimicking my dance moves and singing the lyrics to No Control, very sexually might I add.

I shook my head, choosing not to answer but rather face back to the pancakes, flipping them so they don't burn. I heard him shuffle, the song starting over from the beginning before he came and wrapped his arms around me swaying us to the beat of the music, grinding against my bum, kissing up my neck as he lowly sang his part in my ear.

Sweet, where you lay

still a trace of innocence on your pillow case

As the chorus came up, he spun me around, dramatically doing the movements James Corden made up for the song during their episode of car pool karaoke. This continued for the rest of the song, him dancing around like a weirdo and me joining in eventually. As the song came to an end, he spun me around one last time before kissing me sweetly.

" Didn't think yeh were a fan?" he says, questioningly.

I cleared my throat, face completely flushed.

" 'm not really, just remember that song from when you guys performed it" I shrugged as if I hadn't dedicated my entire teenage existence to these boys.

Thankfully breakfast finished just in time and the subject was spoken about no more.

The next time he caught me was even more by surprise.

I had had gotten a text from Harry saying that he was gonna be home late tonight, so I decided to just get ready for bed.

Unknown to her of course, Harry really wasn't staying late, but rather picking up her favorite Chinese take out so they can have a nice movie night in.

I had just stripped down and started washing my hair when a tune came to my head. It was my all time favorite song when I was younger.

Oh I would carry you over

fire and water

for your love

I began dancing terribly in the confined space of the shower, getting louder and just letting loose, considering I was home alone. So I thought at least.

I just finished singing Harry's glorious part where he does the little "Oh I would, oh I would" harmonies when a voice joined in, finishing off the rest of the song. I ripped the curtains back to see Harry leaning against the doorway to the bathroom with a smug look on his face.

"Not a fan, eh?" he prodded once more.

"I only know that song because you epically fell during it" I said defensively, crossing my arms. He only shook his head.

"Yeh just HAD to bring that up didn't yeh? " he said with a pout before exiting the bathroom, the sound of my laughter following him.

The next time he caught me, it was completely my fault, good thing I had the excuse of it being because the new album , Made In The A.M just came out to save my cover once more.

I was cooking dinner one Wednesday night, Harry lounging lazily on the couch watching the telle, when I started humming some random melodies, before my mind subconsciously landed on Walking In The Wind from the new album. I couldn't help myself, I started quietly singing the words.

You will find me

you will find me

in places that we've never been

for reasons we don't understand

walking in the wind

I started to sway gently to lyrics that hit home for some reason.

After awhile of quietly singing the rest of the song, i felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked over to see Harry peering over the edge of the couch, a look of adoration on his face. I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Can I help you sir?" I said smirking.

"I just love yeh, and your voice. Sounds real nice te hear you singin my song" he said smirking.

I just shook my head going back to cooking.

The last time he caught me, I couldn't hide my deep, dark, 1D obsessed past from him any longer.

I was getting ready for the day one morning, Harry in the shower, when a song I haven't heard in ages came on, Magic by none other than One Direction. I was going to press next but i couldn't this song was such a bop I couldn't resist it.

Cause you, you got this spell on me

i don't know what to believe

kissed you once now i can't leave

cause everything you do is magic

I sang into my hairbrush into the mirror. Before i knew it the bathroom door was open and Harry stood watching the scene unfold, holding back laughter.

"ok, we never even technically released that song! Got somethin yeh want to tell me love?" he chuckled. I sighed knowing there wasn't any point in hiding it now. i sat him down on the bed, acting as if i was about to tell him i ran over his cat.

"Look, H, my lovely boyfriend, there is no easy way to tell you this" i started off sighing. He tried to hold back his laughter.

"I have been, unknown to you, obsessed with this band called One Direction, for YEARS. Maybe you heard of them? Mhmm, i had every poster, anything with their face on it, you name it, i had it." I said nodding my head, trying to keep a straight face.

"no way?!" he gasped feigning surprise, bursting out into laughter moments later.

"but darling, in all honesty, i already knew. Your sister told me one time about the "unmentionable" box in the shed" he said laughing as my face burned up.

"But i still love you all the same. You are still completely adorable" he whispered quietly. I love this man even more, if that was even possible.