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tommymllrr · 10 months

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coffee shop cowboy [ch. 2]

agent whiskey x barista!reader (coffee shop!au)

summary: if you were being honest, you’d had an absolute garbage day. up until the moment he strode through the front door of the cute little café that you worked at in those stupid cowboy boots.

rating: Explicit, 18+ (MINORS DNI)

word count: 6.1k

warnings: cunnilingus, oral sex, blowjob, vaginal fingering, soft!agent whiskey, lot of kisses

notes: here's chapter 2!! reader is afab, but no pronouns or gendered terms are used so it can be read as gender-neutral. also i'm not super active here so find me on twitter if you're interested in seeing me talk about my upcoming fanfics and talk about pedro pascal and oscar isaac. :-)

chapter 1 on tumblr // read fic on ao3

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The months went on and Whiskey showed no sign that he had gotten sick of the coffee shop - or more specifically, you - yet.

Sure, there had been a few times where he’d gone almost a full week without visiting, but he always turned up one day with a smile and a more-than-generous tip. The two of you made light conversation while you worked the register or, during days you were behind the bar making drinks, after he’d gotten his coffee, leaning an arm on the bar so he could talk to you. Your co-workers, especially the ones you were actually friends with, teased you incredibly hard for it, always leaving your cheeks burning in embarrassment. One of the newest hires at the café, a very sweet girl named Angie, had asked during a slow morning shift how you and your boyfriend met. When met with your confusion, she’d simply replied, “That cute cowboy guy I’ve seen you with. He’s your boyfriend, right?” Your entire body was on fire as you told her that no , you were just friends , and then had spent a good five minutes in the walk-in cooler pretending to stock items while you recovered.

You had thought about making a move by asking if he’d like to get coffee from your favorite place that’s just outside of the city (you refuse to be one of those people who comes into their job to order something on their day off), but the one time you’d tried to ask him, he’d looked at you with those big, gorgeous brown eyes of his and you’d chickened out, instead sputtering something about how the weather outside was nice today. You’d called your best friend on Discord that night feeling absolutely miserable and they’d teased you gently, but reassured you it was okay and that the universe had its way of sorting everything out.

You had no idea how right they would be.

It was unusually busy for a random Thursday morning, but you were managing just fine (even if you were dragging a bit because you’d stayed up way too late last night starting to play The Last of Us now that the TV adaptation of it was coming out soon). And, because your luck happens to be absolutely terrible sometimes, a steady line of customers at the register had started in the minutes before Whiskey strolled in. You gave him a small smile and a wave while the customer in front of you finished paying for their coffee and he tipped his hat to you in response. After getting through the few customers ahead of him, Whiskey was in front of your register, grinning down at you. He had already reached into the pocket of the leather jacket he was wearing to grab his wallet.

“You know what, sugar,” Whiskey said. “I’m feelin’ like a latte today. Can ya make me that one ya always get for me?”

“Yeah, I can do that!” You looked to the people in line behind him and the smile slid off your face. “Actually… I know I always make it, but it’s busier than usual today and I don’t wanna throw off Aubrey by stepping in just to make one drink,” you said apologetically.

“Darlin’, it’s fine. Just promise you’ll be the one to make it for me next time.” He gave you a wink as he handed you a twenty to pay for his latte. Warmth spread through your whole body and you were grinning so big you knew you probably looked like an idiot to the half-dozen people who were behind your favorite customer. Whiskey stuffed the handful of bills you’d given him as his change into the tip-jar and shuffled out of the way. The customer behind Whiskey rattled off a couple of pastries he wanted and, out of the corner of your eye, you could see Whiskey talking to Aubrey at the bar. You don’t know why you suddenly felt anxious, but you did. Aubrey knew all about your crush with Whiskey – hell, she was the person teasing you the most about him – but you trusted her to keep your secret.

You put the two’s interaction out of your mind and went back to focusing on helping the people in front of you. While pouring a cup of coffee for a stern-looking businesswoman, you turned and saw Aubrey finally hand Whiskey his latte. Whiskey was about to walk away but you saw Aubrey lean in and say something, but you couldn’t make it out. He looked down at the cup and you watched as a slow smirk slid onto his face. Whiskey nodded his head toward your co-worker and he made his way out of the coffee shop.

The businesswoman you were pouring the coffee for snapped at you for taking too long and, immediately, you were brought back to what you were doing. You snapped the lid on her drink and apologized profusely while you cashed her out.

A couple hours later, when it had finally died down enough that you weren’t swamped with people, you sauntered over to Aubrey, who was drinking her usual iced vanilla matcha latte and scrolling through Instagram.

“Hey, uh, what was that whole thing with Whiskey earlier?” you asked. Her eyes flicked up from her phone to yours before shooting back down to stare at her screen. You knew her. And right now, she was desperately trying not to look suspicious.

“Oh, nothing,” she said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. “May wanna check your phone though.”

You pulled your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans and clicked the button on the side to turn on your screen. A couple notifications from Twitter, a handful of new emails, an alert that your favorite podcast had posted a new episode…

And a text message from an unknown number.

You felt your heart stop as you hurriedly typed in your passcode to unlock your phone. There was no way. You were imagining this. Or today was all just one weird, very realistic dream and your alarm was going to go off any minute now. Opening the Messages app, you clicked on the message.

Today, 10:37AM Hey there sugar ;) Finally got your number.

Your pulse quickened. There was no mistaking whose number that was. There was no way. Unless this was some absolutely insane prank that Aubrey was currently pulling off with the help of your coworkers. But you didn’t think your coworkers were that cruel. So the only thing you were left with was that…

“Aubrey, you fucking did not give him my phone number ,” you hissed. She gave you a shit-eating grin and took a big sip from her matcha latte, slurping it way louder than necessary.

“Wrote your number on his cup. You can thank me later.”

Your eyes widened. “ Aubrey ."

“What?!” she said with mock offense. “Look, I know you’re too embarrassed about your little crush to actually do something yourself. If you get a date out of this, you owe me lunch for a week, bestie.” You groaned and covered your face with your hands. Honestly, with how chaotic Aubrey is, you shouldn’t be surprised in the slightest that this happened. But that doesn’t mean you were prepared for this to happen.

You decided to wait until after work to text Whiskey back, but the rest of your shift had been a blur. Even an inkling of an idea of what to say eluded you, even as you were walking through the door to your apartment. Pulling out your phone, you opened the Messages app and stared down at the two lines Whiskey had sent. You eventually just said “fuck it” and typed out a quick text.

Today, 3:43PM god i am so sorry for aubrey if you dont wanna message its totally cool i mean we barely know each other and my coworker thought it’d funny to give you my number just don't wanna make things weird between us

You flopped back onto your bed and covered your face with your hands for the second time that day, wishing you could sink down into the earth. God, why were you cursed with being so fucking awkward?

Right as you were wishing you could go back in time and say literally anything else to come off as more smooth, your phone pinged with the notification sound of a new text. With slightly shaky hands, you unlocked your phone and stared at the message Whiskey had just sent you.

Today, 3:46PM Darlin, I’ve been wantin’ to get to know you more for a while now. You’re real sweet and funny. Comin’ to get coffee is the highlight of my week.

You stared at your phone, your eyes wide open. Holy shit. Before you even knew what you were doing, you started screaming into your pillow so as to not scare or disturb your neighbors. Your entire body was burning with warmth as you typed out a reply to him.

Today, 3:54PM oh! im really flattered honestly i’ve wanted to talk more too just been too anxious to say anything

You stared at the screen for what felt like forever until you saw the three little dots inside of the bubble that told you Whiskey was in the process of typing something back. Your heart raced with what he could possibly say. Then, your phone pinged with a new message notification. His response was here.

Today, 3:58PM Oh, really now? Well, if you’d be interested, sugar, I’d like to invite you over for dinner. Could show you a good time. ;)

“Oh my god,” you breathed. You hurriedly typed out a response, too excited to speak, your heartbeat and your mind racing.

Today, 4:04PM consider myself very interested! give me a time and date and i’ll be there, cowboy ;)

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You may have taken one or two wrong turns and gotten stuck in traffic along the way, but you finally made it to the address Whiskey had given you.

The date he’d given you to come over for dinner was a few days away from when he had asked you and you couldn’t have been less anxious about it if you tried. Shifts at work seemed to go by even slower than usual and Aubrey could sense something was up when you worked with her the morning after your text conversation. You didn’t dare breathe a word about it to her, though, you didn’t wanna give her a big head about the whole thing. No, she could wait to find out until after your dinner with Whiskey, even though you have her to thank for this whole situation anyway. (Also, you definitely didn’t need her on your ass about buying her lunch for a week yet.)

As you drove down the path that your GPS was telling you to follow, you realized his house must be at the very end of the street he lived on. A few more minutes passed before your phone said you had arrived at your destination. Despite the map saying you should technically be in his front yard, you could barely see Whiskey’s house from behind a massive wrought-iron gate. A little silver box on a pole was sticking out of the side of the road, so you pulled up and pressed the small black button on the device.

“Hey, darlin’, that you?” you suddenly heard Whiskey’s voice ask. The buzzer must have a speaker in it somewhere. His voice was a little crackly, but you still could tell it was definitely Whiskey.

“Yeah! I’m outside the gate,” you called back. A loud buzzing sound came from the box and, suddenly, the large iron gate in front of you opened so you could drive through. Following the long gravel driveway, you finally made it up to Whiskey’s house.

And your breath was instantly taken away the moment you saw it up close.

It was an absolutely gorgeous ranch-style home, one that you definitely would have seen on one of those TV shows about people showing off their fancy houses and the thousands of dollars they had poured into making their house look as fancy as possible to impress other fancy people. Whiskey’s car, a gorgeous classic Bronco that was black with white trim, was parked just up the driveway, so you pulled in a few feet behind him. Right as you were getting out of your car, you heard the front door open.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he called out. He was leaning up against the doorframe, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a wide grin on his face. He was wearing his usual blue jeans and cowboy boots, but he had swapped his usual leather jacket for one that was made from dark blue denim and had a bit of a high collar. “Glad you found the place okay. Hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“I got a bit turned around a few times but I made it. Did have some reservations about you leading me out to the middle of nowhere, though,” you teased. Whiskey let out a chuckle as you approached him.

“Sugar, this is probably one of the safest places you could ever be,” he said with a smirk. “But I’m delighted that you’re here.” You felt yourself start blushing as Whiskey stepped aside to let you in. He closed the door behind you and, as you took in the living room around you, Whiskey fiddled with a security system panel on his wall.

The interior of the house was exactly what you had expected from Whiskey, if you were being honest. Brown leather couches and armchairs were circled around a massive stone fireplace in the living room. A large wooden coffee table, one that looked like it could have been handmade, was in the center of the room and on top of a Western-looking rug. The walls were also covered with paintings, one of a river in a forest with a mountain range in the background and one that you immediately recognized as the exterior of the Statesman Distillery. You could also catch a whiff of the delicious smell of roasting meat somewhere towards the back of the house.

Whiskey muttered something about needing to check something and walked off, leaving you by yourself. You were a little hesitant at first, not wanting to look creepy or trying to pry, but you couldn’t help but look around.

As you looked around to take everything in, your eyes landed on a wall-mounted glass display case.

Inside was what looked to be a whip with a loop at the end that had been tied to make a noose. When you stepped a bit closer to inspect it, you could have sworn you saw a flash of blue light somehow. You were staring at it when Whiskey cleared his throat behind you. You whipped around to face the older man and you instinctively took a couple steps backward as if you’d somehow been caught red-handed.

“That ol’ thing caught yer eye, sugar?” Whiskey said. His voice was quieter than usual, softer. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and came over to where you were standing. And all you could do was just look at his face. He had this look that you couldn’t quite decipher what it was supposed to mean as he stared at the whip. But if his stare was a laser, he would have cut through the glass and the wall behind it by now with how intently he was looking ahead of him.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Why the hell do you have a whip in a display case? Not that you can’t do what you’d like with your design choice, but it’s… certainly interesting.” You tried to sound light-hearted, attempting to diffuse this situation you didn’t know you had entered into, but Whiskey sighed deeply.

“Don’t even know why I put this up. Hate looking at it most days,” he muttered. Suddenly, his head snapped to look at you, as if realizing he’d just said that out loud. He spun on his heel and walked back toward the kitchen. “Well, dinner’s almost ready, so you can head on in here. Got everythin’ all set up for tonight.”

You watched him turn the corner and head down the hall, frozen in place until you realized you should follow him. You quickly followed after him and you were suddenly in the biggest kitchen you’d ever been inside of. There was a giant kitchen island in the middle of the room with a built-in sink and a dark marble countertop. You could see two steaks cooking in an iron skillet on the stove to your left and Whiskey was in the process of pulling what looked to be some roasted vegetables in a pan out of the oven.

“Everything smells amazing, Whiskey,” you complimented as you took a seat on one of the barstools that was at the kitchen island. “Didn’t realize you were hiding a knack for cooking from me.”

Whiskey let out a loud laugh. “Oh, darlin’, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I can’t cook worth a lick,” he replied. “Favorite steakhouse on the other side of the county helped me out. The owner’s real friendly and was willin’ to sell me a steak dinner for two that I could finish in my own kitchen. Will have to take you there sometime.” He tossed a wink your way while he fiddled with the stove and you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

After a few more minutes, Whiskey announced the food was ready and he escorted you into the dining room where a table big enough for the two of you to sit at and intimately enjoy dinner was set up. The meal Whiskey had got for the two of you was absolutely delicious and your mouth was already watering at the prospect of being able to eat it again, but this time in the actual restaurant itself. The two of you talked about your day at work and Whiskey even told you a couple stories from his days as a bartender. He had you laughing so hard your sides hurt at the time he had a guy who tried to pay for his tab with his prized chicken.

Whiskey brought out a plate that contained a massive slice of triple chocolate cake for dessert and, despite you insisting you couldn’t eat another bite, you dug your fork into the giant confection and almost moaned at how rich and amazing it tasted. About halfway through the cake slice, you leaned back in your chair to look Whiskey in his eyes.

“Whiskey, this was incredible, thank you so much for having me over,” you said with a smile. The older man smiled back and gently reached out to hold your hand in his. He hesitated for a second, as if he was worried that you didn’t want the touch, but when you scooted your hand a little closer, he laced his fingers with yours. It was the first time he’d touched you all evening and it made the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

“Real glad you decided to take a chance on an old guy like me,” he replied. “I… I’d been wanting to ask you out for a while now. Was worried how it’d look, what you’d think of me.”

You squeezed his hand gently, feeling emboldened by his confession. “I, uh, actually thought about asking you to come to my favorite coffee shop with me. The place I go to when I want coffee on my days off,” you said bashfully. “But I… I chickened out at the last minute.”

“Darlin’, I’d go anywhere you asked me to,” Whiskey stated. “Say the word and I’m there.” If you weren’t currently holding hands with him, you felt like you might collapse right then and there. He would have taken you out with his words alone.

“O-Oh.” That was all you managed to get out. You were sure he could see how hard you were blushing. Whiskey let go of your hand and made his way into the kitchen with your plates from dinner. You stood and followed after him.

You watched as Whiskey set the plates in the sink before he turned back to you and walked over to where you were standing in the middle of his kitchen. His large hands settled on your hips, making your heart beat faster. Whiskey’s lips connected with yours in a passionate kiss.

The scratch of the stubble of his chin felt rough against your skin, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. After months, you were finally kissing the man you’d been pining after for so long. Whiskey let out a soft noise as your hands came to rest on his chest, bunching the fabric of his jean jacket in your hands.

“God, baby, you’re incredible, so gorgeous,” Whiskey groaned after pulling back from your kiss. When his mouth returned to yours, his tongue licked into your mouth and it felt so good, it was threatening to make your head spin. In between kisses that had you desperately needing more as soon as possible, he started to guide you towards the back of his house. Whiskey opened a door and you both entered the main bedroom of the property. It was a massive room with an extra-large bed and a door off to the side that was open just wide enough for you to see that it was the primary bathroom.

The older man pulled back from your intense make-out session to look at you. His large hands were settled on your waist, rubbing the material of your shirt softly. “Please, sugar, tell me you want this as much as I do,” Whiskey said through slightly-grit teeth. “You’ve been runnin’ ‘round my head for weeks an’... I’ve been a patient man, but you bein’ here in my house is doin’ somethin’ wicked to me.”

“I do, I really do, Whiskey,” you replied with a grin. “I want you.” You leaned in to kiss him again, but his eyes drifted downward as he opened his mouth and it made you stop your advance.

“It’s… It’s Jack,” he muttered, turning his face away, suddenly interested in the carpet floor of his bedroom. It took you a couple seconds for your brain to process what he said. You gently cupped his face in your palms, the stubble on his jaw tickling your skin, but the touch made him look back at you. You met his eyes and you could see a little anxiousness hidden behind them.

“Jack…” you repeated. A wide grin broke out on your face as you breathed out his name again. “Jack.” His name fell from your lips and the man in front of you immediately softened. You watched the nervous expression, the tension of letting you know his name, not the moniker he was given during his time with Statesman, bleed out of his body.

You pressed a kiss to his lips before you pulled back to look up at him. “Jack. Want you to fuck me. Been dreaming about it for so long now… Please .”

As if you’d flipped a switch inside of him, Whiskey – no, Jack – picked you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. You let out a little squeak before you were gently laid down onto the bed and now, Jack was on top of you, kissing you like his life depended on it. He licked into your mouth again and you moaned against him. Jack’s hips grinded down against your clothed core. God, you could feel he was rock-hard under his jeans and you were dying to rip them off of him. You’d thought about this situation before, sure, but nothing from your wet dreams and fantasies could compare to how hot it was to actually be in the moment.

Suddenly, Jack was pulling away from you and stripping off his clothes, you following suit and pulling off your outfit only to toss it all across the room. You were a little self-conscious about his response to seeing you naked, but watching his eyes grow wider and his cock twitch the smallest bit made you feel invincible.

“Absolutely breath-taking, darlin’,” he murmured. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your chest. “Scoot up the bed more fer me, baby, wanna eat you like you’re the last meal I’ll ever have.” You burned at his words and you could only nod dumbly and pull yourself back toward the headboard. After getting settled, Jack pressed soft kisses up your thighs until he had reached where you both wanted him to be the most. He started off with teasing licks that made you feel like you were going to explode right then and there. His tongue gently flicked over your clit and you responded by fisting your hands tightly in the bedsheets, eyes squeezed shut as soft noises fell from your lips that you couldn’t back any longer

“Please, Jack,” you whined. “More. I need more.” You weren’t a stranger to sex, but the very limited encounters with your past partners were currently being blown out of the water. No one had ever made you feel like this before, so close to cumming in practically a minute flat.

“As you wish, sugar,” you heard him say with a chuckle. A kiss was pressed to the skin of your thigh before, true to his word, Jack ate you like a man starved. He licked long stripes up your pussy before digging into your clit with his mouth and his tongue that had you seeing stars. You looked down at Jack and you swore you got closer to orgasm just by seeing how his eyes were closed and his big hands were pushing your legs further apart so you couldn’t clamp down on his head.

“F-Fuck, gonna cum, fucking Christ,” you moaned loudly, head tilting up to the ceiling. You felt one of his hands disappear from its spot on your leg and then you felt a thick finger slip inside of you. The whine you let out was long and high-pitched and the instant a second finger was inserted to curl and prod at your g-spot, you came, cursing loudly and crying his name.

Before your brain could even think of something to say or a way to articulate how amazing that was, Whiskey was kissing you again. The taste of yourself on your lips was so incredibly hot.

“Never tasted anything so good in my life, sweet thing,” Jack said. He leaned down to lap at one of your nipples as he tweaked the other gently in between his fingers, making the stiff bud harden even more than it already was, and all you could do was lay there and whine Jack's name at the attention. You really thought he was trying to kill you with how much worship he was giving your body. He pulled off of you to press a kiss to where your heart would be before he looked back into your eyes.

“Now, gorgeous, we can go as far as you feel comfortable,” he said. “If you don’ wanna do anything else tonight, that’s okay with me. Ya can get me off or I can go take care of myself if you’d like, I just wanted to make you feel good.” You felt the butterflies in your stomach kick into overdrive again. Honestly, you really wanted Jack to fuck you, but you were still somewhat reeling from how hard he’d just made you cum with only his mouth and his fingers (that and you were more than a bit anxious about going all the way with him yet). But there was one thing you’d fantasized about several times…

“I… Ireallywannasuckyourdick,” you spat out. After saying it, you covered your face with your hands. You couldn’t believe you’d just said that. You heard Jack chuckle before you felt him gently take your hands and move them away from your face.

“Baby, I’d love nothin’ more,” he assured you. He leaned back and bared himself to you. For a moment, you could only stare at his cock and try not to drool at how hot he looked like this. His cock was hard and curled up toward his stomach with pre-come was spilling out of it slowly, dripping onto his torso. You settled yourself between his legs and licked an exploratory stripe up the vein running down his cock. Jack let out a loud groan and it only egged you on further. You took the tip into his mouth and lapped at the beads of pre-come that had spilled out. The salty taste of him was heavenly and, despite your earlier assumption that you might not be able to cum again soon, you felt ready to go all over again.

When you finally bobbed your head down, you thought Jack couldn’t moan any louder. You managed to fit all of him inside of your warm, wet mouth, the curly brown hairs at the base of his cock tickling you a little. You stayed down for a couple more seconds before it got to be too much and you had to pull off to cough slightly.

“Fuck, sugar, look so good with your mouth so full of my cock like that,” he groaned. Jack threaded his fingers in your hair and gently nudged you back toward his cock. “Gonna burn that image into my brain.” His words had you needing to reach down to gently touch yourself and you did so as you started to move your mouth up and down his cock again.

“S-Shit,” Jack hissed. You set a steady pace, fast enough to keep up with your need to finger yourself while you sucked Jack off, and it felt like all too soon, Whiskey was tugging on your hair just enough to make your body tingle in pleasure. “G-Gonna cum, sweet thing, make sure you take it all, so wonderful, that’s it, my good darlin’ .”

And that was all it took. His praise was what sent you over the edge.

You found yourself clenching around nothing as your finger frantically rubbed circles on your clit, humming around Jack’s cock as you came. Jack pushed your mouth down the smallest bit to fully sheath himself in your mouth and then you felt the hot burst of cum splash onto your tongue and down your throat. His fingers released their grip on your hair and you pulled off, swallowing as you did so. Jack gave you a wicked smirk at seeing you swallow his cum, but in an instant, he was cupping your face in his hands and making you look at him.

“I am so sorry I forced your head down like that, sugar,” he apologized. “Did I hurt you? I-I didn’t mean to, I swear, it’s just…” You cut him off before he could say anything else.

“It’s alright, Jack, I enjoyed it,” you replied. Your voice was the slightest bit hoarse, but you couldn’t care less. That was the single hottest thing you’d ever experienced in your life.

Whiskey gave you a kiss to your forehead before he got up off the bed, stretching a little as he did so, and walked into the bathroom. You let out a deep, contented sigh as you flopped down and buried your face into the soft pillow behind you. You felt like if you tried to get out of bed at the moment, you couldn’t. Your entire body felt exhausted, well-fucked, still drunk off of Whiskey’s cock that had been in your mouth mere minutes ago.

“Sweetheart, c’mon, move a li’l bit fer me,” he muttered. His Southern accent seemed even more pronounced than usual, which you thought was cute. “Gotta clean you up. Make sure my sugar’s taken care of.” You shifted from your current position to make it easier for Whiskey to wipe you down. The warm washcloth felt nice on your skin, getting the stickiness of your sweat off of you. Whiskey also pressed the cloth between your legs for a brief second and you felt your body get a small burst of warmth. Honestly, you were so worn out, you didn’t think you could be ready for another round if you tried, but that didn’t stop your body from trying.

Whiskey sat the washcloth down on the nightstand next to the bed and laid down, tugging you into his arms gently. You snuggled into him and you felt like you could fall asleep just like this. However, you did have one question for him.

“So… your name is Jack?” you asked after a few minutes of silence into the skin of his broad chest. Whiskey pulled his head back from where it had nestled on the top of your head to look at you with a smirk on his face.

“Would ya believe me if I told you my name was Jack Daniels?” he shot back. A loud laugh bubbled out of your lips.

“Absolutely not ,” you laughed. Whiskey shared a laugh with you before he leaned in and gave you a long kiss to your lips. Your hand drifted up the soft skin of his back – the soft skin you had probably just scratched up even with your blunt fingernails – and threaded in the hair on the nape of his neck. Kissing Whiskey in this moment was tender and affectionate and you would give anything to stay like this forever. Curled up in his arms, you felt like you could take on anything.

“Well, it’s not the name I was given when I was born,” he started after he pulled back. His voice was low now, like he was sharing a secret. “Changed my name to it when I was a younger man. So, legally speaking, I’m Jack Daniels.” You blinked at him a couple of times.

“You changed your name?” you questioned. “How come?” Your fingers were still running through the hair on the back of his neck and at the question, you felt him tense up a little. Worried, you’d pried too much – despite currently being naked in his bed – you started to do damage control. Your fingers stilled and tightened, probably almost tugging at his hair. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

Before you could babble anything else, Jack pressed another kiss to your lips but it was short and chaste. It had you melting all over again. “Darlin’, it’s alright,” he soothed. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Gonna tell you everything one day. All ‘bout my past. You’re real special to me an’ you deserve to hear it from me before someone from back then finds out about you an’ tries to tell you.” His hot breath ghosted across your skin as he spoke to you, making your body shiver.

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant, however. But you realized very quickly into your friendship that Whiskey never really spoke about his life, preferring to change topics over actually giving you an answer to something. You had a couple snippets of comments he’d let slip while in conversation at the café, but it wasn’t much. He’d mentioned that he used to work for Statesman Distillery (then again, his belt buckle had practically given that away the day you met), still had connections to them now that he was “retired”, and occasionally did work for them. He’d also mentioned once that, at one point, he was married a long time ago but he was divorced (you’ll never forget the way he looked incredibly uncomfortable when you’d asked about it before you changed the subject, something Whiskey had been thankful for). Sure, you knew about his hobbies and his favorite movie and other things of that nature, but other than that, Whiskey was a closed book.

Suddenly, you realized you’d been off in your own head thinking instead of saying anything back. Your eyes finally focused back on Jack and you could see that he looked ready to bolt at any second. Instead of prodding for more, you kissed the tip of his nose. “Hey, it’s okay,” you reassured him. “You can tell me more about you when you’re ready. It makes me worry about you, sure, but I still trust you.”

Whiskey gave you a soft smile and his grip around you got tighter. You looked up at him just in time to see his eyes slide shut and his breathing turn steady. You weren’t sure where this left your relationship with Whiskey, but you figured you two would talk about that in the morning. For now, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the scent and the touch of your cowboy.

#agent whiskey #whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #pedro pascal fanfiction #nesswrites.doc #jack whiskey daniels x reader #jack whiskey daniels x you

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Firefish - a twitter alternative

TLDR: Looks like twitter, functions better. Lets you interact across multiple platforms. Allows NSFW. Has built in anti AI scraping.

If you ever used Twitter, it's going to look similar in structure, so the learning curve is low. There's more features that that, but they're not so intrusive you HAVE to learn them right away but also aren't hard to find. It's a nice balance.

The big difference is post length- it allows up to 8000 characters, so like Mini-Tumblr.

one of the features I like that familiar's but better is if you hover cursor over name on desktop is it pops up the profile for the person and a follow button. So you can immediately hover over name and get context about the person posting when it's not someone you already follow. Is this health info being posted by a professional or by someone that thinks you should stick rocks in your vagina?

That feature also means its incredibly easy to follow people regardless of the instance. On Mastodon it was extremely annoying to follow people. If that the thing that put you off Mastodon, Firefish fixed that and made it better than Twitter.

Firefish runs off ActivityPub, so it lets you follow and interact with anyone using the plugins for that. So includes Mastodon, WordPress, PeerTube, Pixelfed, Lemmy, Misskey, and Tumblr is allegedly developing an integration to run it.

Okay, NSFW content! We're about to get slightly in the weeds here. whether NSFW content is allowed is generally by server. When you go to join Firefish, it'll ask you what server you want to use and it'll tell you about rules. If you want NSFW, pick one that allows!

That's it. If you picked one that did not, it generally won't allow you to follow things that do or boost stuff from a location that did.

NOW, A GREAT FEATURE! Spoilering stuff is super easy on Firefish. Just click the button! Say you see something you wanna boost but its *not* spoilered. You can boost AND spoil the image/text of the quoted item! MAGIC.

now, on to antennas.

The Antenna feature on there lets you track tags or users in a separate panel so you can see it in one spot. You can also add NEGATIVE tags to the antenna. So say you want to see news about your city. So you set the main tag as the City. But you don't want sports news. So you can put in negative tags of sports, specific sport names, and individual teams in the city. And then you get news about the location, but no sports

For fandom purposes, you can use it to filter out things you just don't vibe with. hate that one ship? BEGONE.

PROFILES: you can stick hashtags in your profile and it'll turn up in searches easily. also it will ask you "are you a cat?" If you say yes, it gives your profile pic cat ears.

Overall when I'm posting links to Firefish posts (or posts via something from ActivityPub hosted sites that I interacted with via Firefish), so far it renders the preview link well on most platforms. I'm not sure how it works for embedding a whole message into a static page (like you could do with Twitter for news articles).

AN IMPORTANT NERDY NOTE: okay, you wanna sign up for Firefish now. Select from the servers offered some have different rules restrictions and some have Non-english default languages. Pick the one you like. If you pick Firefish.social itself that one IS the largest but also it gets day one code updates... so sometimes it gets funky or won't load properly for a few hours. If that will drive you bonkers, pick *any* other server. The server size is almost irrelevant because Firefish plays so well with other services!

also, if you don't see one today, check again in a few days! admins rotate through open enrollments to keep the growth rate managable. also, if you're *that* kind of nerd, you can host your own server. Even with only YOU on it. and it still interacts normally with the rest of the ActivityPub servers!

#firefish #twitter #social media #mastodon #microblogging

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Why are people begging for Anna and Georgia to be in GO?! I’m genuinely wondering why cause they don’t fit in their world and if they were there, it wouldn’t be the Ineffable Husbands anymore, it would just be like a family reunion. Also, people wanting the girls to show up in GO as lesbian lovers to each other?? When have they ever been seen or hinted at any sort of affection towards one another? Georgia can barely stand her and Anna is….. meh. Barely on social media except only to post one occasional thing of Good Omens and then disappears into the night. Neil asking if Dottie and Sadie should show up in the next season and people asking if Georgia and Anna can play them…. It’s ironic cause the question was if Aziraphale should have a beard in season 3 and Neil took it as beards, someone used as a romantic partner to cover up the others sexuality. Veryyy interesting to see. Do you think Neil saying Sadie and Dottie are beards and people mentioning Georgia and Anna to play them means something?

It's honestly difficult to know where to start with this, because I have also noticed the uptick in people campaigning for Georgia and AL to be in season 3, apropos of seemingly nothing at all. There seems to be an assumption that Georgia and AL have the same kind of chemistry as David and Michael, when nothing could be further from the truth. By Georgia's own admission, she barely knew AL when the first season of Staged was filmed, and the entire "best friend" dynamic between them was faked.

A few years later, you have Staged season 3, where Georgia dyed her hair red to differentiate herself from AL since everyone kept saying they looked exactly the same. You also have a clearly established "throuple" dynamic between Michael, David, and Georgia that AL Is not at all a part of (and has seemingly been specifically excluded from), and Georgia only engaging with AL on social media when there is something to promote (such as Staged 3 being released on the BBC, to give a recent example) or on posts related to "business" things (Georgia commented on AL's new headshots, but not on the post for Mabli's first birthday, to give another example). Not to mention AL copying Georgia's personality and posting style at every available turn, because she desperately wants to obtain the same level of clout that Georgia has in the fandom. (This, despite Michael seemingly having faded her from his social media/any sort of public connection to her entirely.)

(Also, none of this even touches on what I mentioned in this post, about the sheer audacity in suggesting that AL and Georgia could play Aziraphale and Crowley, respectively, or how insulting that is to Michael and David...)

Now, however, we have this whole "Dottie and Sadie" business to contend with, which is on a level of ridiculousness I'm not sure I knew existed. Context, for those who may not know: "Dottie and Sadie" refers to Aziraphale and Crowley's fictional wives, which Neil started alluding to as part of his exasperated answers to questions on Tumblr. They are not real characters and have nothing to do with the GO novel itself. But it seems the fans have taken the idea of AL and Georgia as Dottie and Sadie and run with it.

Anna (who apparently has also started copying Georgia's habit of searching her own name on Twitter) has now added to the discourse with this QT today:

I'm truly baffled as to how so many people don't seem to see this for the attention grab that it is. This is a clear attempt at remaining relevant, as well as her trying to push her way into GO season 3. Yet it's telling that the part she is seemingly lobbying for is for a character that doesn't even exist, and has no bearing on the GOmens universe whatsoever.

What also bothers me (and I've heard this from a few people who've DMed me as well) is that this very much comes across as "straight girl making out with a friend as a joke." For all we know, AL could be bi, but she has shared so little of herself/shown no outward support for the LGBTQ+ community as to make it impossible to determine. Also the last thing Michael and David have ever done is play what is between them/Aziraphale and Crowley for laughs, so the fact that their connection and experience with their own queerness is so genuine only makes this comment from AL look incredibly fake, and like she is trying to be a pale imitation of them.

But again...and perhaps the most unintentionally hilarious part of all this...is AL apparently missing the entire point that Dottie and Sadie are beards. By saying she wants to play such a role, she is reinforcing the idea that she is only there to make Michael look straight, and that that is the purpose of their relationship. For as calculated as all of her posts/replies are, this almost feels like her accidentally telling the truth in the midst of a bunch of nonsense. Like you said: Very interesting...

I have more thoughts on GO season 3/the casting of family members--Peter worked well in GO 2, Ty did not--to share in my forthcoming analysis of the second season (I'm rewatching all of the episodes right now just to get everything fresh in my mind, but I will start writing/turn Anons back on soon), so I will end this here. But those are my thoughts on all these recent developments. Just hoping that all the fandemonium (fan pandemonium) dies down and we can have an honest discussion about season 3 one of these days...

#phantomstars24 #reply post #good omens #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #trying to provide a balanced perspective #but the obsession folks in the fandom have with georgia and al is really ott at times #also AL accidentally confirming she is Michael's beard may be the only good thing about this #i don't even know anymore #fandom woes #anna lundberg #discourse

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The Pi's gone bad...

TL;DR: Raspberry Pi showcased police surveillance and police activity in a positive light. And that makes the Bit upsetti spaghetti. ------------------------------------ I don't know how many people on Tumblr are into geeky computer tech, but I felt like making a blog post to vent my frustrations about a recent goings-on. There's a company called Raspberry Pi that's been around since 2011 (with early development of Raspberry Pi starting around 2006). They're known for making small micro-computers the size of a credit card. It was originally an education initiative to get kids interested in coding. These computers run Linux, have a variety of ports for various uses and flexibility, and have a very low introductory cost. They've been utilized in all sorts of places. -Hobbyists used them in custom builds for robotics and automation. -Coders have used them to create all sorts of programs that help with entertainment, productivity, internet security, etc. -Educators have used them to help teach the fundamentals of Linux to students. It's a group and product that I've supported for a long time.

WELL, on December 8th, Raspberry Pi made a news post on their site announcing that they've hired a new person. Which is totally fine. It's good to see company growth. Only, this person was an ex-policeman in the UK surveillance division.

In the interview for the article, this ex-policeman said: “I used to be a police officer tackling serious organised crime and terror threats across the east of the UK. I was a Technical Surveillance Officer for 15 years, so I built stuff to hide video, audio, and other covert gear. You really don’t want your sensitive police equipment discovered, so I’d disguise it as something else. The variety of tools and equipment I used then really shaped what I do today.” "I started playing with Raspberry Pi hardware at home around the same time I started using Linux at work. I have used Raspberry Pi a lot in various police tactics over the years. They were dependable, low-cost, portable, and supported by such an awesome community. I tried almost every ‘fruit-based’ single-board computer out there, but I always came back to Raspberry Pi." Now, I don't blame Raspberry Pi for their computers being used as surveillance devices. It's a very open-source type of device. People are gonna get ideas. And sadly, using a micro-computer for this kind of job makes sense. HOWEVER, Raspberry Pi have full control over who they choose to hire. AND they have full control over what they choose to post to their website. If this hire and this information are things that they are happy to showcase to the world, I can't interpret this any other way than them endorsing their product for secret surveillance. Others saw it the exact same way. People went to the replies on Twitter and Mastodon to voice their concerns. But the social media manager chose to start blocking and hiding posts from people that were talking negatively about the ex-policeman and/or the article. To be fair, there were a LOT of hateful and trollish posts. And I DO NOT in any way support the harassment of anyone. Still it's not a good look to silence criticism on something so potentially contentious. It's ESPECIALLY not wise to word your replies to these comments in a dismissive and antagonistic way.

I don't know if they're still blocking people and hiding comments at this point. There seem to be plenty of angry comments left under their Twitter post. So I'm gonna guess they decided it wasn't worth trying to fight. On top of this issue, people continue to point out that it's legendarily difficult to purchase a new Raspberry Pi computer nowadays. The retailers that sell individual units can't seem to keep steady stock. This means that you either have to be VERY lucky when a supply drop happens, or you have to buy one of the scalped units being sold on either eBay or Amazon. The deluxe model is routinely sold for twice it's normal price.

That being said, if you're a business and want to buy a bulk shipment of Pi computers, that option is still readily available. Seems like the Pi company is more than happy to move inventory around if it means getting bulk batches out the door for businesses that want to stick Pi computers in random things (whether it be service devices or consumer products). And that's who I think Raspberry Pi's current REAL customers are: big businesses with big pockets. I don't completely believe that they hired this ex-policeman for the sole purpose of pushing the idea of using Pi computers in covert surveillance to law enforcement. That hinges on conspiracy talk. But I DO have a suspicion that someone in the marketing department saw the opportunity. The interview at times has an ere of advertisement. It puts Raspberry Pi computers in a position of looking like the perfect solution for police equipment. This is all my own interpretation. I can't really know 100% what their intentions were with this. I could be completely off on my assumptions, and they could turn around and say that it was a complete misfire on the PR side of things. What I do know is that I am now much more wary about Raspberry Pi. I once had interest in seeing how their newer units performed. But now I can't in good conscious hand my money over. I'm a major advocate of only allowing the police what they need within reason. And surveillance like this steps over that boundary. I was one of the first people who ordered the OG Raspberry Pi. I have great memories of learning Linux and tinkering around with it. It's one of the big reasons why I'm so interested in Linux today. I hope the Raspberry Pi company takes a minute to remember where they started. To remember their original goal. Making learning and computing accessible to all.

#raspberry pi #police #surveillance #spying #computer #linux #police state #checking under the sofa for microphones #why can't we just have nice things

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Into, Across and Beyond!: The Game!

Hey, all! As part of an effort to further potential with my Tumblr project, I have a huge announcement to make for you all. Introducing...

An official game adaptation of Sonic: Into, Across and Beyond!, and boy, will it be a treat to behold, huh?

The game has started development today, and you'll be able to look forward to:

Each of the stories in gameplay form

Over 20 playable characters

Plenty of cutscenes to enjoy

Interactive environments to explore

Epic boss encounters with many rogues from the Sonic multiverse

And so much more!

I really hope you're all looking forward to-!

OMT!Tails: Woah woah woah! Hang on a moment.

Huh?

OMT!Tails walks into frame.

OMT!Tails: The story's barely 6 months old yet, and you're seriously pitching a game for it?

Ah, right. I forgot.

CR!Sonic and CR!Sally show up.

CR!Sonic: You okay, Tails?

OMT!Tails: You guys might want to look at this.

CR!Sally: A video game of all our endeavours? Seriously?

CR!Sonic: Looks like it. How would it even work out, though?

OMT!Tails: I doubt it'd ever see completion, though. I mean, over 6 quests to fill out into gameplay form? That'd take AGES, and it's likely going to risk cancellation partway through the process.

CR!Sonic: Yeah, you got a good point there, kid. I mean, can't people just enjoy the stories as they are? They're not meant to be "played".

OMT!Tails: Yeah, exactly. Especially after what I've been through...

CR!Sally: I get you, Tails...

CR!Sonic: Into, Across and Beyond! is meant to be a story project for free and for fun! Pico doesn't have the time or energy to dedicate part of his life to making a game. I bet those children and hate band-wagoners on Twitter would just jump at any opportunity to hate on it for petty reasons. And that's why they have so much-!

D-Sides Mighty enters.

D-Sides Mighty: What's going on here?

OMT!Tails: Oh! Hey, Mighty.

D-Sides Mighty: A game, huh? Don't people have enough Sonic fan-games to play?

CR!Sonic: That's what I've been trying to get at, bud. I mean, the story here on Tumblr's satisfactory enough.

OMT!Tails: Wait, "Tumblr"?

CR!Sonic: Hmm?

OMT!Tails: I thought it was called "Tumblelogs".

CR!Sonic: It was! Well, used to, anyway. I'm guessing it's still called that in your dimension?

OMT!Tails: Mhm.

D-Sides Mighty: Yeah, we don't need to go for a game of this, considering the Spider-Verse IP is copyrighted.

OMT!Tails: Hmm... Give me just a moment!

OMT!Tails spins around the lower text, tweaking it a bit.

OMT!Tails: There! Better?

CR!Sally: Much better! Well done, Tails!

D-Sides Mighty: Well, that's one situation we can finally close the book on, wouldn't you say?

CR!Sonic: Yep. Come on, Sal. Let's head back now.

CR!Sally: Good idea, Sonic.

The couple headed off.

D-Sides Mighty: Wanna go grab a bite at Burger Monarchy, Tails?

OMT!Tails: Sure thing!

They left too.

Well, that's that, then. You're NOT getting that game. In the end, it was a cleverly-veiled April Fools' gag!

Happy April Fools' Day, folks! You've got all there is so far of the story to enjoy here from the comfort of Tumblr. Plus, I've been generous enough with each post to compile links to every post for this project on a Master Post that you're more than welcome to view on my profile. Well, see you around in the next post!

...

???: It's all the same for your heroic delusions. That is, until you finally meet ME. I already won because I was two steps ahead and found a way to tap into what I desire most. You think a hero of Mobius, let alone a type of Sonic, always has a chance against Dr. Eggman? HA! Don't make me laugh. I ripped that hope to pieces for my Sonic long ago. And soon, with the power of MY Chaos Emeralds, all other universes will follow... Now, you'll all see how big a man I can be. It's time to say goodbye to humanity, heroes...

???: And hello... to the NEW NORM! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

The reveal of the final main antagonist... coming soon.

#sonic exe #sonic the hedgehog #spider verse #sth #sonic #sonic fandom #sth au #sonic au #spider man #april fool's day

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2, 7, 10, 11, 19, 22, 25 for the art asks

HI HILARY!!!!!!!!!! LOVE U LOTS AND LOTS SO MUCH THANK U <3 :D yaaaay

2. What art-related sites have you ever signed up for?

as a little baby well i was playing on an ancient webbed site called sketchfu.... i've had deviantart after that then it was pretty much all tumblr twitter instagram.. these days i like using toyhouse 7. Show us at least one picture you drew or sketched recently that you did not put on a public site.

this question is painful for a guy who doesn't save any of his artwork... here is an oc i designed for a little thing i've been doing w friends

10. What do you like most about your art?

i answered this already but i will be positive today and think of a second thing! i think i draw really fast and this suits me well, bc i lose interest quickly and also i really like to draw from observation. a lot of moving subjects like people and animals 11. What do you like least about your art?

i feel like i can't draw faces well and they're really stiff or lopsided </3 i have a lot of fun drawing bodies but then the face will just ruin the picture for me and be the reason i don't share it... i'm trying to improve w this T_T 19. What medium/program do you use the most in your art?

i try to fill at least one sketchbook a month just w pencil drawings really doodly stuff but i mostly draw digitally. paint tool sai is my favourite art program but recently i got a refurbished ipad, i'm using both csp and procreate on there bc i haven't quite figured out what i prefer using over there yet 22. List at least one of your “artspirations.”

i rly love raymond briggs so much, ever since i was a kid and my nan had his fungus book at her house. i would go over and just stare at it for ages truly.. i got to see his work last yr with my friend at an exhibition it was really amazing like such vibrant colours?!?? amazing 25. Draw a picture!

my oc puddle ^_^

#ask #hilarythehamburger #my art #im really halfassing the draw something asks im sorry bahahaha

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cursed-elo-images · 5 months

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HEY EVERYONE I NEED TO POST ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA INCORRECT QUOTES ON HERE BECAUSE THE WORLD NEEDS THEM!!!

The website I generate these from are none other than the lovely https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator, whose quotes come from user suggestions, Tumblr, Twitter, and bash.org (the sources that aren’t user suggestions were pretty early and they take quotes from user suggestions now just to clarify) and I’ve been having the time of my life making them.

Also, as a heads up I’m only posting SFW ones.

And so I’ll edit this post whenever i generate new ones and copy and paste them into my documents and choose the ones I want to post. I know that with incorrect quotes from any fandom, people like to post multiple posts of one quote or a handful of them wherever they post them from and I’d like to do that, it’s not a bad idea, I just like to collect them all in a large mega post.

UPDATE: this no longer applies to this post. I’m not making it a mega post anymore, because it’s too confusing for me and I’ll be like “okay so if this the original mega post or is this the first reblog or the third reblog or the tenth reblog—“ and it just looks better with multiple posts of a collection of different quotes.

SO WITH THAT BEING SAID—here they are!!!

Melvyn, talking to Mik: Well Mik, whenever I’m about to do something, I think ‘would Hugh do that?’ and if he would, I do not do that thing.

Mik: …

Hugh, from the distance: He’s not wrong though!

Melvyn: The first time I ever got upset in front of Hugh, he put his arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask him if he was hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.

Hugh: I was doing both, for your information.

Mik: The first time Hugh hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

Melvyn: When I was a kid, Hugh told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.

Mik: They are!

Melvyn: FOR REAL?

Mik: No! Why did you fall for it again?

Mik: They made Melvyn cry!

Hugh: Melvyn always cries!

Melvyn: That's not true! *cries*

Richard, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Jeff, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

Kelly, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Bev, trembling: What are we playing?!

Richard: Are you laughing at that video of Bev and Jeff fighting?

Kelly: No.

Kelly: I'm laughing at the comments.

*The Squad is at Jeff’s house*

Melvyn : Ohhhh we each get our own oven?

Jeff: …N-No…

Jeff, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Melvyn , motioning to the kitchen: Three, I thought!

Richard: I see a-

Jeff, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Melvyn : Oh, well I-

Jeff: Hey, wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Jeff, amazed: Its got a bake setting!

Hugh: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Bev: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Jeff: Now I’ve discovered more ovens than I thought, we don’t have to roshambo nothin’!

Jeff: I am someone who owns four ovens…

Jeff, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS…

Mik, pointing to another appliance: Also, the toaster oven!

Jeff:

Melvyn : Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Jeff:

Jeff, ecstatic: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS.

Bev: Today, Kelly took my phone, and in five minutes, he sent high resolution close-up photos of Richard to the following people: Jeff, Hugh, Mik, the neighbors, the bank, my accountant, San Diego Blood Bank, and Shake Shack's text bot.

Bev: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Kelly: No.

Richard: I did not.

Melvyn : I may have actually forgotten one.

Jeff: Also no.

Bev: Oh good, neither did I.

Hugh: *Exhausted sigh*

Hugh: We’re kind of missing something guys.

Kelly: Cohesion?

Richard: Teamwork?

Bev: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Mik: And Jeff is not here.

Kelly: Oh, and that, yeah.

*The Squad is playing Chess*

Hugh: *easily beats everyone because he knows how to play*

Kelly: *doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway*

Bev: *doesn’t know the rules, and loses*

Mik: *knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t*

Jeff: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so.

Melvyn : They named a board game after cheese?

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Richard, Bev, and Melvyn : *spinning a little and talking*

Jeff, Hugh, and Kelly: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Richard: Did you bring Jeff?

Kelly, gesturing to Hugh: No, but I brought the next best thing.

Richard: Hugh? The next best thing would be Bev.

Hugh: I would be offended, but Bev is freakishly strong.

Melvyn: Hugh, I have a question.

Hugh: What is it, Melvyn?

Melvyn: What color is an orange?

Hugh: Melvyn, you bonehead! Its color is the same as its name. Just like a lemon.

Hugh: Do you take constructive criticism?

Melvyn: Not without crying

Hugh, entering the room: *Sees Melvyn and leaves*

Melvyn, watching Hugh leave: There’s my monthly dose of Hugh…

Hugh: PEASANT. I REQUIRE SUSTENANCE.

Melvyn: You know there are other ways to say you want McDonalds.

Hugh: FOUL PLEBEIAN. YOU DARE SPEAK AGAINST ME—

Melvyn: *sigh* What do you want?

Hugh: Chicken nuggets please.

Hugh: Okay happy campers! If you were a fruit what would you be and why?

Melvyn: I'd be a tomato because no one accepts me as part of the group.

Hugh: ...

Melvyn: ...

Hugh: OKAY HAPPY CAMPERS-

Melvyn: Hugh, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day?

Hugh: It... It didn't take me the whole day…

Melvyn, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?!

Hugh: …What does that even mean?!

Jeff: When you work at lush and a customer comes in and bites the soap because they think it’s cheese... this happens way more frequently than you think.

Richard: If you stopped literally presenting soap as deli food this wouldn't happen.

Jeff: Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese?

Bev: Who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese?

Bev: Jeff, gather the others. We need to have another Hugh-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-him-before-he-hurts-someone convention.

Melvyn: What’s your name?

Jeff, whispering to Bev: Can I tell him my real name?

Bev: No!

Jeff: I’m… Bev.

Bev, whispering to himself: The ONE TIME he gets my name right…

Melvyn: Are pigeons drones?

Hugh: What? No, I'm trying to sleep.

Melvyn: Think about it. How come you've never seen a baby pigeon? And why do you never actually see a pigeon nest? Because they're DRONES!

Hugh: *Crying* Please let me sleep…

Hugh: Do you know the best way to respond to disagreement?

Melvyn: With tears?

Hugh: No.

Melvyn: *tears up*

*The gang when they drop food on the floor*

Jeff : Aw man. *Throws it away*

Bev: Five second rule!

Hugh: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

Richard: *Sobs on the floor*

*when a child starts crying in public*

Mik: *tries to make the child laugh*

Kelly: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down*

Bev: *gives detailed instructions to the parents*

Melvyn: *cries with the child*

Richard: *ignores the child*

Hugh: *is the reason why the child is crying*

Melvyn: While I'm gone, you're in charge Richard.

Richard: Yes!

Melvyn, whispering to Hugh: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want him to feel bad.

Hugh: Obviously.

Richard: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly?

Hugh: Not again!

Richard: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions.

Melvyn: Just wait until you hear about whales.

Richard: What now?

Hugh: I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here.

Richard: Melvyn is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Hugh.

Melvyn: I feel like Hugh is the more responsible one of us two though.

Hugh: We are both 70% of each others' impulse control.

Melvyn: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.

Melvyn: Hey, check out my Spongebob umbrella!

*Melvyn opens their umbrella while indoors*

Richard: Melvyn, that’s bad luck…

Melvyn: Chill out, Richard !

Hugh, kicking down the door: WHO SUMMONED ME?!?!

Melvyn and Richard: *screams*

Richard: Hugh isn’t answering my messages.

Melvyn: Allow me.

Richard: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi-

Hugh: *replying to message* Hello.

Melvyn: How did you even get in here?

Hugh: Richard's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Hugh's door"!

Richard: I’m closing the window.

Hugh: If you water water, it grows.

Richard: ...What.

Melvyn: He’s got a point.

Melvyn & Hugh: *Playing video games*

Richard: You guys woke up at 5:30 in the morning just to play games?

Melvyn: *silence*

Hugh: *silence*

Richard, finally figuring it out: ...You two never went to sleep, did you?

Melvyn & Hugh in shame: Yeah…

Melvyn: Richard won’t come out of his room!

Hugh: Just tell them I said something.

Melvyn: Like what?

Hugh: Anything factually incorrect.

Melvyn, shrugging: If you say so.

Richard, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

Hugh: *Talking to Richard* Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. Welcome to my abode. I'm glad you could join me.

Melvyn: But this is my abode.

Hugh: ...

Hugh: Welcome to my abode, I'm so happy to have you, guest.

Melvyn: Why is Hugh crying?

Richard: He saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-

Hugh: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!

Melvyn: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

Hugh: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!

Melvyn: NO, NOT THAT!

Richard: Melvyn learned how to fold origami penguins from Hugh the other day. I told him, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day he put them in the fridge.

Richard: Define “dream”.

Hugh: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.

Melvyn: That’s too dark!

Richard: Melvyn, I’m afraid.

Melvyn: Just stay close to Hugh.

Richard: That's why I’m afraid.

Melvyn: I’m telling you, my team is competent.

Richard: Melvyn learned how to fold origami penguins from Hugh the other day. I told him, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day he put them in the fridge.

Richard: What are you two arguing about this time?

Melvyn: They’re always using common phrases incorrectly!

Hugh: Cry me a table, Melvyn.

Melvyn: Ladies, gentlemen and Hugh, I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld!

Richard: A llama?

Melvyn: No.

Richard: A baby llama?

Melvyn: No!

Richard: A baby llama with a little hat on?

Melvyn: NO!

Richard: Melvyn, what are you doing?

Melvyn: Making chocolate pudding.

Richard: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding?

Melvyn: Because I've lost control of my life.

Melvyn: Here's your pudding, Hugh.

Hugh: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

Richard: Yesterday, I overheard Melvyn saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Hugh replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Melvyn: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.."

Richard: I saw you.

Melvyn: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Hugh in a turkey costume.

Melvyn: *lifting weights*

Hugh: Wow… He’s so intense!

Richard: I wonder what drives him.

Melvyn, internally: Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.

Richard to Melvyn: First rule of battle, little one... don’t ever let them know where you are.

Hugh, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!

Richard: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

Hugh: *sneaking in through his window*

Richard: *turning in his chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Hugh: I was with Melvyn?

Melvyn: *turning in his chair* Wanna try again?

Melvyn: Three of the four elements are represented as types of hockey. Air hockey, ice hockey, and field hockey. Fire hockey needs to be a thing.

Richard: Fire hockey absolutely does NOT need to be a thing.

Hugh: Do you care NOTHING for the balance of the four elements?!

Richard, trying to impress Melvyn: I re-initialized the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture.

Hugh: He turned it off and back on again.

Hugh: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Richard?

Richard: No.

Melvyn: I do!

Hugh: I know, Melvyn.

Melvyn: I’m sad.

Hugh: I know, Melvyn.

Hugh: Go ahead, Melvyn. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry.

Richard: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

Melvyn: Last night I found out Hugh is a sleep talker.

Richard: Oh, really?

Melvyn: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.

Hugh: Hey, do you know anyone who can teach me to play the trumpet?

Richard: Why?

Hugh: I want to wander around playing it to annoy Melvyn.

Richard: Technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play the trumpet well for that.

Hugh: Richard, you have opened my eyes.

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 49- Distressed

Chapter Summary: Jen briefly goes home to see her family but things go downhill when sasaengs decide to follow her and crash her sister’s big performance

Words: 10,000+

Genre: Some angst due to drama that occurs but ends in Major Jungkook fluff!

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"You know...I always ask myself if this was even worth it."

"Jennie, things are going to be just fine. There are tons of idols and even your favorite celebs that have gone through this. It will be okay, I promise."

"Will it? I just...I just feel like as I continue to get famous, it'll cause more strain like this in my relationship with my family. This stuff cannot happen again. That was too wild. People could've gotten hurt, Hobi."

'A few days earlier'

ARMY were going insane on Twitter and Tumblr about Jennie's alleged ultimate male sasaeng from South Korea.

One of the popular BTS fan Twitter accounts started a thread, posting various photos to show proof:

'Why we need to protect Jennie from @/MissBangtansHusband !!!!!'

'This guy has been obsessed with her since debut and it's absurd to read all the disturbing comments he's made about her. This guy cannot be around our Miss Bangtan. ARMY, we need to stop him at all costs!'

'He is delusional and needs some serious help. He actually is claiming that he's planning an arranged marriage with her and already has a wedding ring for her.'

'And he claims that she'll be the future mother of his kids. Can someone take one for the team and kick him in the balls?'

'He's made disgusting sexual comments about her on his social media, and always tries to follow her whenever he can. HE WAS ON THE SAME PLANE AS HER COMING TO AMERICA! But thankfully ARMY managed to block his way, pissing him off.'

'He fetishes her and it's so revolting. He even tried to find out where her family lives, which is super scary, tag big hit so they can try to do something! Protect her!'

'And guys, he has tickets to one of the Red Bullet American shows. So, we all need to be extra alert. Like if you can try to take his ticket and rip it up, do that!'

"Welcome back, boo!"

"Oh, so you're not acting professional, today?" Jennie teased as she hugged Diana, outside the airport.

How long has it been since she had seen her manager? Diana always had a variation of personalities. Her professional one was when she was in manager mode, concentrated on work, never playing around and always serious. But when she's not working, she turns into her joyful nature, where she's more talkative, laughs a lot, and looks happier.

She was offered to work with Big Hit and focus on managing BTS whenever any of the members arrived in America, handling any business in the US. Jennie was thrilled and was looking forward to Diana meeting the boys. Maybe that will be when she can just remain her outgoing self.

Jen always thought she was too serious and it was always a surprise to see Diana so lively when she's not invested in her work. She can almost guarantee that when Diana meets BTS, she'll be as goofy as them. She also had a feeling she'd be the closest with Taehyung and Hobi.

Jen studied Diana with a smile. She looked the same, tall, and curvy but had a new curly weave on her head. It framed her face well. Diana would always be picky about the best brands of hair. She also looked muscular, thanks to working out with her husband.

To this day, Jen is still amazed that three kids came out of her. A three year old girl and two boys who were seven and ten.

When they were in the car, Diana made her way to Jennie's house, driving through the streets of Philly. They caught up in the car, with Miss Bangtan telling her goofy stories about the members, the prank war and even about the Shin incident a few days after filming Yaman TV.

"Now if I were you, I would've punched him. But you did well, you handled it well. I'm extremely proud of you. Don't let no man disrespect you." Diana praised.

She showed Jennie her phone, to display recent pictures of her kids when they were at a red light.

"They're getting so big. And cuter." Jennie gushed.

"They miss you. Next time you're back up here for the Red Bullet tour, you must come to our house so you can see them. They always ask about you. Darius still has a big crush on you. I dunno what it is about you but he's always asking, 'Is Jennie coming back soon?'"

"Aw." Miss Bangtan let out a laugh. "What can I say? I have that special charm."

"I think it's because you actually listen to his absurdity about becoming a WWE wrestler. Why do you keep hyping him up? He always changes his mind about things."

"Hey, that's our future WWE Champion, you're talking about."

"I can't stand you." Diana laughed.

Abruptly, Keyshia Cole's Got to Get My Heart Back, came on the radio, causing them to get excited. The two of them would always sing R&B throwbacks from the likes of Fantasia, Mary J Blige and much more when they were together. Jen always asked Diana why she hadn't pursued singing because her vocals were powerful, but was told that she preferred to sing for fun and liked working as a manager.

"I'll sing the first verse," Jennie called dibs.

"Nope. You always want to shy away from the second verse. I'll do the first one. You do the second. I want to hear you use them lungs. I know you can sing those high notes."

"Why!?" She complained

"End of discussion!" She sternly shouted, causing Jennie to roll her eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me, little girl. I know Miss Bangtan has pipes. Show me."

"I know." Diana started to sing heartily.

"Where I." Jen focused on the background vocals.

"Went wrong."

"When I."

"...loved you, more than I loved myself. I would have done anything for you. Aye, aye, aye, aye."

Jennie smiled softly as she listened to her sing. She missed this. It's been so long and it brought back fun memories of the car rides they would share, over the years.

"And I learned..." Diana continued the verse.

"When I."

"Realized."

"You didn't love."

"Me the way that I loved you but now I know. It hurts inside."

"Aye, aye, aye, aye."

"Aye, aye...aye. Got to get my heart back to..."

"The way it..."

"Used to love."

"The way it..."

"Used to be."

"And the way it..."

"Used to feel."

"Before I..."

"Fell in love." They sang collectively, as they swayed in their seats while Diana continued to drive.

"Fell in love with you. Got to get my heart back to. The way it. Used to love. The way it. Used to be. And the way it. Used to feel. Before I fell in love. Fell in love with you."

She turned to Jennie and shouted, "Sing!"

Shooting her a playful annoyed look, Jennie sang out, "All I want is true love."

"Okay!" Diana nodded as she continued to listen, causing Jen to crack a smile.

"Couldn't tolerate no more."

"Sing it!"

"Loving someone who couldn't learn to love somebody else. That's why my heart ain't been the same, aye, aye."

"Come through!"

Jennie managed to suppress her laughter as she proceeded to sing. She missed it when Diana hyped her up when it came to singing and dancing. She hoped that she'd never change.

"I see right now. Where it's heading down."

"Let him know!"

"The same road, I've seen before. But no one told me that it would hurt this way." Miss Bangtan continued before successfully singing strongly, "And my life wouldn't be the same~."

Diana nodded in approval and smiled brightly as she heard the high note. Jennie progressed a lot with her vocals and she was so proud to hear the improvement.

"That's why I gotta get my heart back to...The way it used to love! The way it used to be! The way it used to feel before I fell in love. Fell in love with you."

"Good, now handle the rap." Diana instantly requested.

"Bruh!" Jen widened her eyes. She thought she would take care of the rap.

"Rap!"

Thinking about all the rapping lessons Yoongi taught her so far, Jen used that to her advantage as she effortlessly rapped, "You ain't gotta lie. You see me lookin' fly. You want me on your arm. Well, I ain't got the time. I've seen it all baby, I've been around the world and it's a cold game everywhere around the world. I've seen n*ggas get crossed up cause they the realist. And all the realist n*ggas in the streets ain't got no feelings. It comes from being neglected and I'm so alone. I'm in my own zone, tryna get my heart back."

"Yes! Now that is what I'm talking about." She praised. "Finally! Major improvement. I'm a pleased manager. Your singing has gotten so much better. And your rapping is up there. Wow, I'm impressed. What are they teaching you down in SK?"

"Everything. Tiring, but worth it."

"Keep it up, I'm so proud of you."

"That means a lot, coming from you."

"You know, you've grown a lot since SongStress. Big Hit is a great company for you. I'm looking forward to seeing what else BTS will do in the future."

Arriving home, Jennie immediately was welcomed by her mom, who ran up to her, to hug her tightly.

"My baby!" Her mom screamed.

"Ow, not too tight!" Jen exclaimed as she was attacked with kisses all over her face. "Aw, Mom! That's enough! Come on!"

"I missed you, so much! I'm so glad you're here!"

"I'm glad I'm here, too. Nothing like home."

"Ah, there she is." Her dad embraced her. "How you doing, kiddo?"

"I'm a little jetlagged but I'm fine." She sat down on the couch, sighing in contentment as the soft fabric felt nice against her back.

"How are the boys? Any comebacks soon?" Her mom asked

"Yep! We have a Japanese comeback. Once I leave here, I'll be going straight to Japan so we can film. And then soon we'll be back in Seoul for the Dope comeback. I'm excited for that. We have big things planned."

"Oh my gosh, make sure you send me the live stream links! I cannot wait! Look at you, going to Japan and all that. The eight of you are getting bigger. Doesn't that scare you?"

"A little, but as long as I touch people with my vocals and dancing, that's all that matters to me. I'm content."

"Oh, tell her about the Korean foods." Her dad spoke up.

"Oh yeah!" Her mom beamed. "We've been trying out different kinds of Korean Food. I'm very impressed at how delicious it is. Your father is struggling to use the chopsticks, though."

Jennie couldn't help but laugh as she imagined her dad dropping the food and misusing the chopsticks.

"All right, let's not get into all that, hon. Anyway, how's working at Bighit? You're not overdoing it, are you?"

"Not really. We're just tired from the schedules. Although I'm a morning person, it still is tiring to always wake up so early," Jen answered. "And with the comeback, some of us are a little irritable, making sure everything is top notch. But I'm not overworking myself. I'm eating, I'm staying hydrated, and I'm trying to get enough sleep. I'm fine. I won't drop down from exhaustion like that day, I promise."

"You better not. I always worry. So, any boys, yet?" Her dad grinned.

"You always ask me this. Is this going to be a trend, where every time I come here, you'll ask me that?" She giggled

"Well, you're a beautiful girl, I'm kind of surprised no one has swept you off your feet yet."

"Yeah, well patience is a virtue. No boys yet."

"There's no rush, you'll find someone." Her dad turned to her mom and smiled, holding her hand. Jennie watched them as a small smile came across her face.

"I've been meaning to ask this," she spoke up, making her parents give her their attention. "How did you two get together, anyway?"

"He was stalking me."

"She was stalking me."

Her parents teased each other before smiling tenderly.

"Your father had a big crush on me."

"You liked me too, admit it."

"Oh, be quiet. We met in high school. I had an English class with your dad and worked on a project. He was so talkative. We became close afterward and ended up being best friends. I didn't like him at first but he liked me. It was so obvious. During our junior year, he asked me to prom and I said yes. A beautiful night it was. He looked handsome. Had that big afro, too. It was where we had our first kiss. He was so charming, I couldn't resist and then we started dating."

"Who knew the love of my life was my best friend." Her father mentioned

"That's...really cute. Cheesy cute. Like a movie, sort of." Jen added.

"Who knows, maybe the love of your life will be your best friend." Her dad suggested

Jen shrugged. "Doubt that. I don't think I'll be dating anytime soon. No one wants me."

"That's precisely what I said when your grandmother proposed that. And look what happened. So, you never know, your lover might be right in front of you. Could be watching you, just waiting for the right moment. Don't be so quick to assume no one likes you. A young man could be admiring you when you're not looking. Try to pay attention to how guys make you feel. If your heart flutters or if you smile often at one specific guy than the others."

"I was in denial for a while when your father told me he liked me." Her mom spoke. "But I kept thinking about him and realized, this man makes me happy and I'm in love with him, too." She added, kissing her husband

"Ew." Jennie cringed. "Love is weird. Too mushy. Ain't happening."

"You won't be saying that when you start dating~! Being in love with someone as special as your best friend, for instance, it's a powerful feeling. Being with your father brings so much joy to my heart. Nothing has changed since we started dating. Jennie, when you start dating, you'll be smooching-"

"Mom! Stop, no, hush! I don't want to hear it!" She covered her ears while they laughed at her. "Where's V and 'Lani?"

"Upstairs, probably with their headphones in as usual. Those two will end up deaf before they're 25."

"Guess I'll surprise them." Jen got off the couch and went right upstairs.

As she would usually do when she was younger, she barged right into their room, causing her sisters to look at the door. Seeing Alani resting on her bed, Jen jumped right on top of her.

"Cannonball!"

Alani let out a loud groan while Vienna laughed. "Really!?"

"Hi! Hi! Did you miss me!? Did you miss me!?" The idol tried to annoy her as she held onto her tightly.

"V! Get her off!"

"Hahaha, nope!" Vienna cackled.

"Oh, mah God!"

After she was done giving out her love to Alani, Jen went straight to Vienna, jumping on top of her, in her bed, to do the same.

"Lani help!"

"No, since you didn't help me, I won't help you. You're on your own."

After Jen was done, she settled on Vienna's bed.

"We missed you, JW. How's Seoul?" Vienna asked.

"To tell you the truth, I'm tired but I'm loving every second of working at Big Hit. So, I can't really complain. I'm just glad I get a couple of days to chill, hang with you, all."

"You're breaking out." Vienna checked out her face.

"I know. Teenage problems."

"I think it's the smarties." Alani joked.

"It's not the smarties!" Jennie exclaimed. "Don't blame the smarties!"

"So touchy."

"How's college for you guys, right now?"

"Oh, are you gonna tell her?" Alani asked Vienna in a scolding tone.

"Look, it's not as bad as it seems." Vienna tried to defend herself

"Oh, it was bad. Very serious."

"Uh, what happened?" Jen raised a brow.

"Well..." Vienna hesitated. "There was this guy and we hooked up and uh, well, there wasn't any protection and I kind of...had a little pregnancy scare, but my acting class went well, I got an A after the semester ended." She tried to laugh it off

It took a few seconds for her statement to register in Jennie's head before she started to freak out and worry. "Wait, what? What!? Huh!?"

Vienna laughed nervously. "Shh, shh, shh, it's okay, things are fine."

"That was exactly my reaction, Jen. I was so mad at her." Alani added, shaking her head.

"How in the heck, why?!"

"Relax, relax, it's okay, Jennie." Vienna tried to calm her down. "I'm fine. It was just a scare. Don't tell mom and dad, let's keep it between us. We're taking it to the grave. Just uh, make sure when you start becoming sexually active, just use protection, mkay? Mkay. So! The weather is so nice, today, is it?"

"Absurd. Fix it, Jesus." Alani rolled her eyes.

"Goodness, V. I'm glad you're okay. Just chill for a while, all right?" Jen sighed. "How are you and your boyfriend, Lani?"

"Oh, we're fine. Trying to keep it as private as possible. He's very sweet."

"They're so cringeworthy, together. Like ugh, it makes me want to throw up." Vienna complained

"Well, once you start dating instead of hooking up, you'll understand why doing cute things like holding hands and going on dates is fun."

Vienna turned to Jennie. "Dating advice, don't date. Just hook up."

"Don't listen to her. Find a good guy and date him."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Um, yes."

"Um, no."

"Stay away from these fuck boys, Jennie. They're slick."

"You know, speaking of fuck boys..." Jen spoke up and told them about the Shin incident, causing both sisters to laugh out loud at how she shut him down.

"I'm weak! I wish I could've seen his face. That's what he gets." Alani cackled.

"I know right? Oh yeah, there are some BTS fans at Drexel. ARMY, right? They asked us questions if we were your sister." Vienna added. "It was funny. I got some new followers on Instagram, too. Very enthusiastic fans."

"Really? That's interesting. I just hope they don't bombard you." Jen started to ponder about negative scenarios

"Nah, it was fine. If we do have a problem, we'll let you know. But I kind of like having all these new followers. I get so many likes and comments. I feel like a celeb. I'm Insta famous."

Alani sighed and shook her head. "I swear, she is such a social media, hoe."

Vienna laughed. "She's just jealous, Jen. I can see it on her face. Not my fault I got over 80K followers and counting."

"I have my Instagram on private, that's why I only have 300+ followers." Alani asserted. "And Jennie has over what? 1 million?"

"So far, yeah." Jen nodded.

"I'm so happy you're here to support me in my play tomorrow night." Vienna beamed.

She managed to audition and snag the lead role in The Phantom of the Opera as Christine Daae. She was so happy that she cried when she saw the audition results.

"I am sincerely appreciative that you were able to take some time off to come see me," she went on. "I know how busy you are with BTS. And that you can't always make it to family events or whatever, but I just want you to know that I am excited that you are here. The play is going to be so much fun, tomorrow. And it's going to be even better knowing that you will be in the audience watching me."

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it." Jen gave her a tight hug.

"Oh, so, what about me? I'm going to be in the audience too!" Alani exclaimed, causing the two of them to laugh. They gestured for her to come over to join in on the hug as they sat on Vienna's bed.

"College is so expensive," Vienna complained.

"You're telling me. Thankfully these scholarships are helping but still. It is a hassle for our parents to be paying both of our tuitions for Drexel. We're really not trying to take out loans. We're trying to keep that to a minimum and as a last resort."

Jennie watched them discuss the college expenses. 'I'll see what I can do about that.' She thought to herself. Maybe she could help pay by saving up.

"So, how's Jungkook?" Vienna smirked.

"Huh? Oh, he's fine. The guys are fine, too. Kook is still goofy as ever, sending me all these memes. I think it was a mistake to get him into Dubsmash, though. He makes so many videos, I just want to smack him with a pillow, sometimes."

"Ahahaha, as expected."

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The next day, a group of sasaengs on Twitter started tweeting about the location of where Vienna's play was going to be and that Jennie would be there. ARMY began to go nuts on Twitter once again, complaining about their antics and worrying about Jennie's safety because the sasaengs were planning to sneak in to try to find her.

Their plan was for Jen to notice them, and to get pictures and an autograph, completely ignoring the fact that this was not the time or place for something like this and that this night was completely dedicated to her sister.

Anti-fans of BTS decided to spread it around so that avid Jennie fans could also try to find her and see what kind of chaos would occur.

That night, Jen and her family managed to get to the theater early, taking pictures with Vienna, already in costume. Jen posted the photo on Twitter, to show that she and her family were in good spirits, looking forward to the show.

Once seated near the front row of the theater, Jennie sat in between Alani and Diana, who came to support, as they keenly watched Vienna in action. When Vienna was singing Phantom of the Opera in the first act, Jennie had dropped her jaw and turned to Alani who chuckled at her expression.

"I know. She has pipes." She whispered as Vienna continued the high note.

Jennie was so overjoyed to see her at her best. The role was meant for her.

Promptly, Jennie couldn't help but hear noises coming from outside of the auditorium, occasionally distracting audience members. They would look back, curiously, to see what was going on and where the noise was coming from.

"BTS! BTS! BTS!"

Feeling her stomach drop, Jennie slowly closed her eyes and exhaled.

'Don't do this to me...please don't do this to me, now...please don't do this.' Jennie thought as the butterflies in her stomach got worse.

No BTS fans would be here of all places, would they?

They know better, right?

They wouldn't try to crash the show to try to find Miss Bangtan, would they?

This was not the time or place for this.

Alani glanced at Jennie and then Diana as they were fearing for the worse.

Opening her eyes, Jennie looked at the stage to see Vienna, clearly annoyed at what she figured was going on.

Vienna shook her head at Jennie and scoffed, mouthing, 'Are you kidding me?'

Shooting her an apologetic expression, Jennie mouthed, 'I didn't know, I'm sorry.'

The only response she received from her sister was rolling her eyes as she waited for her turn to say her part.

"Those aren't who I think they are, right?" Their mom whispered to Alani and Jennie.

"I really hope not," Alani murmured.

Before they knew it, the sasaengs managed to get through the doors and came running into the auditorium, yelling and screaming with their cameras and phones, trying to find where Jennie was. The loud disturbance startled audience members as some got out of their seats, and murmured amongst themselves.

The lights instantly came on as the show came to a halt, thanks to the ruckus.

Embarrassment wasn't even the best word to describe how Jennie was feeling as she watched the turmoil in front of her. The sasaengs yelled and screamed for her, causing a mess in the auditorium.

Standing up from her seat, Jennie felt her face be on fire from humiliation. She wanted to crawl into a hole as she began to apologize to everyone, "I am so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Some audience members, figuring out that Jennie was the one that these overly excited people wanted to see, began to give her dirty looks.

"THERE SHE IS!" An overly excited fan screamed as the large group of BTS fans and a large handful of Sasaengs followed her.

"Whoa! Whoa! What the heck is this?!" Jennie exclaimed as she watched the fans surround her.

Fear was evident on her face because she didn't expect something like this to happen to her. To be mobbed by all these people.

A sasaeng tried to grab Jennie, who happened to be her ultimate Sasaeng but Alani pushed his hand away before he could touch her.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Get the hell out of here! Don't touch my sister!" She pulled Jennie back, protectively.

Some of the audience members filmed, took photos of the chaos and some even left because it was too much for them to handle. Security guards and even the campus police came swarming in to get these uninvited guests out of the theater while the actors, including Vienna, went backstage. The sasaengs were well aware that Jennie was extremely upset but they didn't care. They just wanted her to notice them.

"Why? Why would you do this?" Jennie yelled at them, getting pissed off.

"We need to get you out of here, now." Diana grabbed her as the campus police began to make quick work of getting the sasaengs out of the theatre.

Backstage, in Vienna's dressing room, Jen and her family were waiting for her. The tension was thick as Jen couldn't even speak to anyone because she was bewildered at the fact that this occurred. And she could only imagine what Vienna was feeling, right now.

"Baby..." Her mom tried to talk to her but Jen shook her head, cueing her to stop her efforts.

Suddenly, Vienna barged into the room, eyes red from crying as she marched right up to the person that the sasaengs were screaming for.

"Are you serious!?" She shouted in fury.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's relax." Their dad intervened.

"No, I'm not going to relax! How can I relax after what just happened!?"

Jennie hesitated as she tried to calm her down, "Look, I know this looks bad-"

"Bad? Bad!? This isn't bad. This is not even close to bad. This is absolutely horrible and humiliating!"

"V-"

"No, you've done enough, Jennie! Listen to me. This was one of the biggest nights of my life. This is one special day for me and it's ruined! You and your stupid crazy fans, this is so unfair and this is all your fault! I don't deserve this! I busted my ass to get where I'm at in acting. This didn't happen overnight! I have gone through so much to get this far. And you just had to ruin everything."

"That's not my fault!" Jennie asserted. "I can't control the millions of fans I have as a member of BTS. And don't generalize all ARMY as stupid and crazy, that is not fair. I came all the way from Korea to see you and support you, to see what you do best. Took time out of MY schedule to come see you. I'm missing dance practices and rapping lessons to be here to support you because you are my sister and I love you."

"Heh, yeah, well sometimes I wish you didn't even bother because of scenarios like this." Vienna retorted bitterly.

Her statement came out harsher than she intended, as she saw the pain in her little sister's face.

"Are you serious...?" Jen's voice was filled with hurt.

"Yes, JW! My campus had people from big companies here, trying to scout upcoming actors. And you ruined it! I could've gotten an internship. Paid or not, or an audition for some type of role! Now, I'm not gonna get that callback!"

"That's enough, Vienna!" Alani exclaimed.

"No! She already has her dream!" She snapped and turned back to Jennie. "Mom and Dad are kicking out money so my dream can be a reality but you don't understand that because you aren't in college! You don't understand that because you're never here, anymore. You're just an idol in K-Pop, now."

"Why are you saying that as if being an idol is something so simple?" Jen questioned.

"Because it is! You don't understand the hard work that I have to go through. All those sleepless nights studying and rehearsing my lines. Making sure everything is 110%. I didn't get the lead role that easily, but I did it. This is such a competitive field, Jennie. You have no idea."

"No idea? So, you think K-pop is all fun and games? All fun and games for a black girl? Is that what you think? Is this what you're telling me? That I have nothing to be tired of? That I have nothing to worry about? That I can just relax and not have a care in the world?"

"All you do is learn dances and sing! That's it, and you get to go to all these fancy award shows and TV shows. You have nothing to worry about-"

Getting aggravated herself, Jennie snapped back, "Do you not understand how long we practice? How early we have to get up for schedules? How hard we work? How exhausted I am? I am tired. I am so tired. My body is aching, right now. I'm exhausted and BTS has a Japanese comeback very soon, but what can I do? Take a day off? No, I can't do that. I can't just say screw it and take a break. I didn't have to come here, but I wanted to because you are my sister. Because I know you wanted me here to support you because I know you would do the same for me. K-Pop is not all fun and games."

"Do you understand how much hate I get?" She proceeded in frustration. "Not for just being a girl with all guys in a group, not because some of the females claim they'll kill me since I'm in BTS, but for my skin? My dirty skin as they call it? The beauty standards, there? For my hair? That I don't look like the perfect ideal type? Half of these bitches want to be me. I'm not letting their ignorant comments discourage me and stop me from doing what I'm doing. I honestly just don't give an F what they think, now. Being in K-Pop is exhausting. I can't sugarcoat it. I have to deal with being miles away from my family and making sure that my performance is more than 110%. I got guys fetishizing me and wanting to hook up with me because I'm a foreigner. I got crazy fans that are obsessed with me and that hate me and want me to leave BTS, every single day."

Vienna crossed her arms and huffed as she continued to listen to her little sister's rant.

"Do you know how left out I feel, sometimes? Because I'm the only American, in the group? That I usually have no other person to relate to in K-Pop? I have to order all my hair products from America. They don't have the stuff for my hair there. They don't have the make up I use there. They don't have my color, there. Don't tell me I have nothing to worry about. I have a ton but I'm still here and I'm still standing."

Everyone in the room was glancing back and forth from Jennie to Vienna, unable to speak as they watched them clash.

"There's a lot of people that love me, and that love will always overcome all the hate I get. And something like this, that just happened, won't stop you from acting." She appended. "I'm sorry this happened. I truly am sorry. But don't let this ruin your dream."

Vienna scowled, unamused and unfazed by her little sister's speech. "Oh, you're sorry? Wow, she's sorry. So, can you bring those people back? Can you give me a spot in one of those companies? An audition? No, you can't, so sorry isn't going to cut it. And second of all, don't give me that guilt trip. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to do K-Pop. Shit happens."

Jennie shook her head and scoffed. "You are such a bitch!"

"You're a bitch!" Vienna yelled back. "You're so high and mighty."

"I am not!"

"You are! Especially when you broke our damn TV!"

"Oh my God!" Jennie exasperated. "Let it go! Do you know how many years ago that was!? You still on that stupid ass TV?!"

"Enough!" Alani shouted, getting in between them.

"No, it's not enough, Lani! It's the truth!" Vienna shouted back.

"You're only saying this because you're pissy, right now! I know a lot of crap just happened, but let's just calm the frick down!" Alani shouted back, getting angrier.

Diana and their parents watched helplessly at the confrontation in front of them.

"This wouldn't have happened if you didn't go to Seoul!" Vienna yelled at Jennie. "If you would have never gotten into K-Pop we wouldn't be in this mess! This wouldn't have happened if Mom and Dad decided not to let you attend that Big Hit Audition! If they would've said no to you, this wouldn't have happened! If Big Hit had rejected you and not let you be the Bangtan Girl, this would not have happened! This would not have happened if you decided to stay at SongStress! If you would've stayed, this would've been prevented!"

"And do nothing?! Let them use me?! Let them mistreat me?!" Jen shouted back. "And let my life be a living hell under Hailey's doing? No. I wasn't going to do that and that's a selfish thing to say! I cannot believe you!"

"I can't believe you! You know what? You don't have to visit me, anymore. I don't want you to visit me. I'm done with this, I'm done with you!"

"Are you being for real, right now?"

"I am being for real! I don't want nothing to do with you." She walked past Jen, roughly bumping her shoulder against her as she left.

"Hey! V! Vienna! Oh, mah God, this girl..." Alani rolled her eyes. "JW, don't listen to her. She doesn't mean it. She's being petty, right now. It's not your fault, okay? Don't sweat it. It was just a mistake. There should've been more security for a scenario like this. Don't let her words make you regret being in BTS." She explained as she ran off to find her.

Jennie exhaled and turned to her parents.

"You all right, kiddo?" Her dad asked with a sigh.

"No. I think I'm gonna go to Japan. We have a music video to shoot. I gotta go, anyway."

"Are you sure?" Diana asked and received a nod from her.

"Jennifer, don't leave, you still have a couple more days, here." Her mom frowned.

"No, I really should go. I'll visit again, soon. I'm sorry for...all this. I never meant to put you all in danger."

"Look, you two will make up tomorrow, I'm sure. Stay the rest of the few days you're here for."

"Mom, I want to go. Don't try to change my mind."

When outside the theatre, Jennie, Alani, their parents and Diana were all in the car. Vienna decided to stay with her friends. Jen sat in the back, sitting by the window while Alani and Diana sat next to her.

"Give her some time, okay?" Alani spoke up. "I'll try to talk to her. It's not your fault. We say a lot of angry stuff when we're in our feelings, and make it worse than we intend it to be."

"Hon, unfortunately, things like this happen with a lot of artists and celebs. Those people chose to do what they did, and they were in the wrong. Not you. You are not responsible for the fans and they should know better. There's always going to be bad apples in the bunch." Diana added. "I'm just glad you're safe and you didn't get hurt."

Jen nodded at their words. They made her feel a little better. But it was short lived when the sasaengs found the car and tried mobbing them.

"I'm tired of this!" Jennie shouted and unbuckled her seatbelt, losing her composure.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Her dad exclaimed.

"Not a good idea, stay in the car, Jennie," Diana warned.

"I have campus police on the phone," Alani announced with her phone up to her ear, giving out details of the situation.

Pressing the button to bring down her window, the sasaengs scream happily and continue to film and take pictures.

"Are you friggin kidding me? You've already done enough, can y'all just go home? You already ruined my night. Like why would you do this to me and my family? To all those people in attendance to see their loved ones on stage? That's not cool." Jen snapped at them

One female sasaeng just giggled at her and continued to film.

"Yo, stop filming me!"

"JW, JW, JW, don't." Alani pressed the button to roll up the window before she could try to push their cameras out of her face. "Don't do that. Not worth it."

"No, if you think I'm going to sit here and let them do this to me, invading my personal space, harassing me and my loved ones, then no. I'm going to call them out."

"The campus police are on their way to get these fans out of here-"

"They're not my fans! Stop calling sasaengs, fans!" She screamed as she slapped her hands together. Her sudden outburst caused everyone in the car to flinch. "They're a bunch of obsessed people that will do anything to get attention from their idols. Even if that means hurting them! They're a bunch of crazy humans just like Baekhyun said when they crashed his brother's wedding! This is some bullshit, I am not happy!"

Putting back down the window, Jennie turned to the sasaengs. "I'm tired of this! I hate when my life is being disturbed like this! I don't like being followed like this! Let me rest and hang out with my family and friends after working hard in BTS. That is it. But no, these animals wanna come up in here and crash my sister's play!" She shouted while she was still being filmed.

"Did you get that on film? You wanted my attention, right? What do you gain from this?" She asked the sasaengs. "Was this supposed to make me love you more? Because it doesn't. Y'all acting like a bunch of animals, ruining my sister's moment. How big do you feel, right now?"

"Jennie, they're filming!" Alani put back up the window

"I don't give a fuck, they ruined everything!" Jennie slapped her hands together again out of frustration. "Let everyone see how distressed, I am, right now. All because of these sasaengs. They're the cause of this. I wanna go home. I wanna go home, now. I don't even want to be here, anymore."

Once the campus police got involved, Jen and her family managed to leave without being followed, as they were still on edge of the unpleasant affair.

Later that night, in her room, Jennie told Namjoon everything that happened, and he gave her words of wisdom, knowing the best words to say. The rest of the members found out and felt bummed that she had to go through that. She was already mentally preparing for these K-Pop news sites to have articles about what had happened, bumming down her mood, even more.

This was beyond embarrassing.

The next morning, she sighed in annoyance at the article about the incident on ALLKPOP.

'BTS Sasaengs ruin Jennie's older sister's play'

She skimmed through the article and cringed as she remembered the incident.

'It looks like certain BTS fans couldn't contain their excitement over finding out BTS' Jennie would be attending her sister's play.'

'Allegedly the sasaeng fans worked together to sneak in.'

'They had no respect for the audience and actors on stage.'

'Not only that, the play didn't even get to the second act.'

She feared for the worst. She assumed Big Hit was going to scold her, punish her, or even worse. She even thought she was going to get scolded for being unprofessional but surprisingly, people online were praising her and agreeing with everything she said about the sasaengs. They showed compassion, which was the complete opposite reaction she was thinking of because of all the stereotypes netizens named her.

She just wished she handled her emotions better but sometimes you just need to let it all out, and she felt much better after giving them a piece of her mind. She wanted to do more. She wanted to cuss them out, but they got the message.

At least she hoped.

Some sasaengs left sickening messages for her on her Instagram page:

'Awwwww, our munchkin is so cute when she's mad~'

'That was only the beginning, Jennie, we love you~! Do we have your attention now?'

'We're going to make your life a living hell until you remember us.'

'I found it so cute to see her so scared.'

'My feelings are hurt that she lashed out at us for wanting to see her. If she has an attitude with us again, I don't know what we'll do the next time.'

She discovered that she was trending on Twitter, as fans showed anger at the sasaengs that crashed the play and showed support for their beloved Miss Bangtan.

'These immature disrespectful pieces of shit need to go!'

'On behalf of ARMY, I am truly sorry that you had to go through this.'

'Those aren't fans! They're Sasaengs! REAL ARMY would NEVER do this! No respect at all! I am SO sorry, Jennie!'

'These people are scary.'

'These Sasaengs are disgusting. Creepy AF, they had no right to do this'

'I want to punch all those Sasaengs that caused Jennie and her family harm'

'All for attention...this is crossing the line.'

'These BTS Sasaengs are giving ARMY a bad reputation. This isn't fair. They need to stop. They're insane!'

'I'm glad you lashed out at them and put them in their place!'

ARMY even began putting apology comments on Vienna's Instagram page and even Jen's page.

JRE even tweeted a series of tweets, 'Really now? When you're a fan, you appreciate from afar, not stalk her when she's trying to support her family.'

'I know you love BTS, but stalking Jennie at her sister's play doesn't mean you're a fan. I don't blame her for being pissed, I'm pissed too.'

'These Sasaengs are really feeling some type of way that Jennie lashed out at them? F yo feelings! Jennie had time today! Hang in there, Miss Bangtan'

After showering, she decided to feed ARMY with a selfie since she kept seeing various tweets about posting something to let them know that she was okay.

Crouching down in front of her mirror, she placed her phone in front of her face, to block her red eyes and sad expression. Snapping the selfie, she broke her silence with a tweet.

'Distressed...#JENNIE'

Which caused ARMY to react sadly to the tweet. And of course, those with sharp eyes, peeped at part of her eye, revealing how puffy and red it was from crying.

She had a terrible night's sleep and would wake up throughout the night, thinking about what happened. Fearing neglect. Like those around her would shun her.

Abandonment is her greatest fear. Last night, she had nightmares about her family wanting nothing to do with her, BTS kicking her out of the group and the rest of her friends snubbing her. Shaking the negative thoughts out of her head, she stood up. Before she could gather up her things to pack, her phone buzzed.

Jungkook: Please tell me that you're okay. [7:33 A.M]

Jungkook...

For some reason, she suddenly felt happy that she saw his text. But she couldn't bring herself to text back as she went back to packing.

Ding!

Jungkook: Jennie... [7:35 A.M]

She let out a sigh and tossed her phone back on the bed, resuming her packing.

Ding!

Jungkook: I know you're reading these messages, baby girl [7:36 A.M]

Jungkook: Please don't ignore me [7:36 A.M]

Jungkook: Do I need to send you memes? [7:36 A.M]

Jungkook: Okay, you asked for it! [7:36 A.M]

Suddenly, he started spamming her with various memes of himself, which caused her to start laughing.

Jennie: LOL STOP!! HAHAHA [7:37 A.M]

Jungkook: You answered! I want you to smile! Everything will be OK! Is your family safe? [7:37 A.M]

Jennie: Yes. Thanks for checking on me [7:37 A.M]

After replying to the other members, Namjoon messaged her.

Namjoon: Hey, don't worry about what happened. Big Hit is taking care of it. [7:44 A.M]

Jennie: I'm not getting fired, am I? [7:44 A.M]

Namjoon: Lol, no, Jennie. You can stop freaking out about that. You're not in trouble. They just want you to calm down and lay low for a while. They want you to work on controlling your emotions. [7:44 A.M]

Jennie: Are you sure, that's all? [7:45 A.M]

Namjoon: YES [7:45 A.M]

Jennie: Praise Jesus! [7:45 A.M]

Namjoon: Aish, I worry about you sometimes. [7:45 A.M]

Jennie: Feeling is mutual, Joon. [7:45 A.M]

After getting her stuff together, she received another message from Jungkook.

Jungkook: Do you know what we should eat when you come to Japan? [7:50 A.M]

Jennie: What? [7:50 A.M]

In response, Jungkook sent her his Ice Cream and Cake dubsmash video which caused her to laugh loudly.

"This guy is ridiculous, yo..." She started texting back.

Jennie: JEON JUNGKOOK UNINSTALL DUBSMASH! UNINSTALL IT RIGHT NOW! [7:51 A.M]

Jungkook: Never!! [7:51 A.M]

While waiting until it was time to go, Taehyung facetimed her. When she answered, she saw him in bed, which looked like he was in a hotel room.

"Wow! Look at that bare face!" She praised.

His boxy grin caused her to chuckle as he happily greeted her. "I just wanted to call because I miss you and wanted to see your face."

"Well, I miss you too and I'm happy you called."

"You've been crying, haven't you?" He frowned, taking a good look at her face.

"I tried not to make it that obvious but I guess my eyes are still a little puffy, even after the shower I took."

"I hate seeing you cry. I just want to see you happy."

"I'm feeling much better thanks to you and the guys sending those messages. It'll just take some time to heal from what happened. And I dunno when the heck my sister is going to talk to me, again."

"Who are you talking to!?" Jimin shouted in the background.

"Jennie!" Tae announced.

"JENNIE~!" Jimin jumped on the bed to try to get in the video. "We have smarties for you!! Yoongi had ordered some a few days ago!"

"Oh snap, really?" Her eyes lit up. "Awesome! Thanks, guys!"

"And then we'll cuddle with you! Maknae Line cuddles!"

That statement made Jen smile. "Sounds like a plan."

-----

In Japan, Jennie checked in and found out that she was sharing a hotel room with Jimin. When she got into her room, she saw Hobi, who was waiting for her.

"You're here." He said in a laidback voice, relieved as he embraced her.

"Yeah, safe flight."

"How are you feeling?" He smiled sadly

She shrugged and set her bag down. "You know...I always ask myself if this was even worth it."

He frowned at her statement. "Jennie, things are going to be just fine. There are tons of idols and even your favorite celebs that have gone through this. It will be okay, I promise."

"Will it? I just...I just feel like as I continue to get famous, it'll cause more strain like this in my relationship with my family. This stuff cannot happen, again. That was too wild. People could've gotten hurt, Hobi."

He cupped her face and kissed her forehead. "I know. We're going to get through this. For now, just relax."

"Thanks, Hobi." She hugged him again as he placed a hand on the back of her head.

"Everything will be all right with your sister. Siblings fight."

Once he left, Jen chilled on the bed until Jimin and Tae entered the room.

"Ennie!" They shouted.

Jennie instantly got up from her bed as Jimin ran up to her. He jumped right on her, wrapping his legs around her waist and arms around her neck as she fell on her back, on the bed with a groan.

"Jimin!" She complained while Tae laughed.

Jimin wouldn't let go as he held onto her like a Koala bear, no matter how much she struggled.

As promised, Jimin and Taehyung goofed around and did everything to cheer her up, which worked because she couldn't stop laughing at them. When she wanted to paint her nails, Tae offered to do them for her, as he carefully made sure to paint on the nails and not on her skin.

"Tae, it's not that serious." She laughed. "If you get it on my skin, it's fine, I'll clean it up."

After he was done, he kept blowing on the nails so they could dry quicker, while Jimin entertained her with goofy stories about the pranks they've done since she's been gone.

As time went on, she started to ponder about Jungkook. And for some odd reason, she really wanted to see him and wondered where he was.

"What's wrong?" Jimin asked

"Nothing. I just miss Jungkook. I wish he was here." She replied.

Her statement caused him to grin widely. "Oh really?"

Taehyung found himself glancing at the fellow 95 Liner, grinning with him as he watched Jimin take out his phone to text Jungkook, who had finished taking a shower after going to the gym.

Five minutes later, they heard a series of knocks at the door as Jimin went to the door. Once he opened it slightly, he shut it right in Jungkook's face, laughing out loud.

"Hyung!" The Golden Maknae shouted, in annoyance.

After messing with him, Jimin finally opened the door to let him in. When Jungkook strolled in, his eyes landed right on Jennie as he sighed out of relief that she was okay.

"Kookie!" She beamed, getting off the bed.

Jimin smiled to himself as he saw her smile brightly at Jungkook. He locked eyes with Taehyung and nodded knowingly as the both of them made their way to the door.

"Wait, where are you guys going?" Jennie asked, watching them leave.

"Jin wants us for something. We'll be right back." Jimin excused himself with Tae as they left the 97 Liners alone.

The Golden Maknae turned his attention back to Jennie, smiling softly. Walking up to him, she wrapped her arms around him for a tight hug. She felt him circle his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

"I missed you. Please, let's just stay like this for a while. I really need this." She sighed into his chest as he continued to hold her.

There was something about his hugs that soothed her the most out of the rest of the members. And strangely, she yearned to be with him the most, right now. They stayed like that for a few moments while Jungkook placed his chin on top of her head, standing there in comfortable silence.

"Are you all right?" He whispered.

Jennie wanted to lie and tell him that she was fine.

That everything was okay.

But it wasn't.

She was hurting.

And she couldn't lie to him.

"No...I'm not all right. I haven't felt like this in a long time and everything hurts." Her voice started to get shaky as she slowly pulled away from him. She shook her head and turned around. "I feel like crap. I feel like everything I do is wrong. Like, I get into fights with my siblings all the time, but this right here...it was the worst one and I feel terrible about everything."

Grabbing her hand, Jungkook made her sit down on the bed with him. "Tell me everything that you're feeling."

"I feel like everything is my fault and I'm the one to blame. All I wanted was to support my sister but I ended up making things worse. I tried to call, text her, everything. She won't talk to me. She's ignoring me. My family can't even get her to talk to me. It's like she doesn't want anything to do with me. She told me she never wanted me to visit, anymore and that this situation wouldn't have happened if I didn't audition for Big Hit. That hurts more than I ever imagined. We're in two different time zones. Different paths in life. I made time for her to support her in her play. But some unwanted overly excited so-called fans crashed it."

She winced as she remembered every single detail. "It was so embarrassing, Kook. I have never in my life experienced something like this. It was the slowest ten minutes of my life, watching them yell and scream for me. Interrupting the play, causing an uproar in the audience as they try to figure out what was going on. All the security and campus police trying to calm things down. It...it was not a pleasant sight. And then I saw my sister...I've never seen so much disgust in her face since she told me all the bad hookups she's dealt with."

She felt her eyes burning from the tears starting to develop as Jungkook's eyes softened. "I screwed up, Kook. It's my fault, I got too excited, I was the one who tweeted about the play. I posted a picture of the pamphlet. It had the location, the time, everything. I wasn't thinking. And I guess some Sasaengs did their research and started spreading everything around. It's times like this where it's like, I'm not just a regular girl, anymore. I'm not just some girl who can walk into town with no care. I'm an idol. A member of BTS. We're getting way more popular, now. And I can't just...do stuff like that without expecting fans to follow me, everywhere."

"I am not a normal teenager, anymore..." She acknowledged. "I gave that up to be here. Living with seven guys, away from my family at a young age, in a different country for K-POP? Not a normal teen life. But I knew what I was doing that day when I signed that contract. No matter how irritable we may get with each other or how exhausting dance practice is and the long hours of work that we do, I don't regret a thing. Big Hit gave me a second chance to perform. Ever since I left SongStress, I still wanted to perform."

"But I hate that people can't respect my privacy. Just let me see my family in peace," she exclaimed. "I hardly see them since I'm so busy over here. You guys have more of an advantage to see your family because you're in the country they live in. But I don't have that. You guys do. Ugh and then I got so mad that I lashed out at those sasaengs. I don't want people to think of me like, oh she's ghetto, or something. Or oh, she has anger problems. I don't get angry that easily. I just got so fed up."

"If I have a problem with you, I'm going to speak about it." She went on. "And if I don't like what you're doing around me, I'm going to say something. I wasn't going to let them harass me and my family. This has been a rough couple of days. I have never felt so crappy until now. Me dropping on the floor back at dance practice for overworking myself and going to the hospital with a concussion doesn't even compare to what I'm feeling, right now."

They lay down on the bed, resting their heads on the pillows. Unable to hold it in, she started crying which caused Jungkook's heart to ache as he watched the tears go down her face.

"So, this is the con of being famous. I'm so stupid...the hell was I thinking?" She sobbed, covering her face.

'What should I do to make you stop crying? I hate seeing you like this.' Jungkook thought to himself.

Out of instinct, he decided to wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly as she cried on his white shirt. He started to softly sing Lost Stars, which is an upcoming cover he wanted to work on soon when they weren't so busy with promotions.

"Please, don't see. Just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies. Please, see me...reaching out for someone I can't see. Take my hand, let's see where we wake up tomorrow. Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand..." He sang as her crying began to stop while she occasionally sniffed.

"I'll be damned, Cupid's demanding back his arrow. So, let's get drunk on, our tears and God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young. It's hunting season and the lambs are on the run. Searching for meaning. But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?"

He noticed her snuggling up against him, calming down as she closed her eyes. His voice was so soothing to her that it made her calm down after the first few words. His vocals were mesmerizing and she couldn't help but start to fall asleep as he proceeded to sing,

"Who are we? Just a speck of dust within the galaxy? Woe is me. If we're not careful turns into reality. But don't you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow. Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer. Turn the page, maybe we'll find a brand new ending. Where we're dancing in our tears and God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young. It's hunting season and the lambs are on the run. Searching for meaning. But are we all lost stars..."

Jungkook stopped singing and looked down to see her asleep. He kissed her forehead and tightened his grasp around her waist.

"Give your sister some time," he whispered. "I know how it feels to have a bad fight with your sibling. Everything will be okay, you'll make up soon. Your sister loves you."

His arms around her gave Jennie a sense of peace as she felt warm all over and felt safe. With the warmth of his body caressing her skin, she moved on top of him and snuggled against his chest. Jungkook grabbed the covers and pulled them up to her back, as he looked up at the ceiling.

The next morning, Jennie felt a steady heartbeat against her as she stirred in her sleep. She didn't want to move because she felt cozy and warm but she knew she would have to wake up sooner or later because of schedules.

Her heart started to feel weird again as she looked at the sleeping Maknae, that was under her. His mouth was open slightly and his bed hair was all over the place.

She thought he looked cute.

She briefly watched him sleep before pushing some of his hair from his face.

"Why do I always feel at peace whenever I'm with you?" She murmured to herself in wonder.

She had a terrible few days but felt at ease after what he did to comfort her. She had almost forgotten why she was sad. Cheek against his chest, she idly placed her fingertips on his chest. Her mind was telling her to get up but she wanted to stay in this position longer.

She enjoyed the warmth.

She felt safe and secure.

All worries out the window.

Moving up to give him a forehead kiss, she managed to get out of bed without waking him up. Gathering her clothes and toiletries, she took a quick shower. After her shower, she walked out of the room in dark blue jeans and a simple black bra. Taking the towel off her head, her wet hair stuck to her body.

She was so occupied on her phone, checking out messages, that she had forgotten to put on her tank top, which was lying on the back of a chair. Her attention to her tank top lessened when Angelina facetimed her while having her earbuds in her ears.

"Hey, girl!"

"Ooh, girl! You looking like a snack! Damn! Watch all these boys get ready to risk it all if they ever see you like this. If I was a guy, I wouldn't want you to leave my sight. Have you all to myself! You wouldn't be leaving the bed for a while, that's a promise!" Angelina teased her in good fun as they shared a laugh.

"I swear, you and your dirty mind, stop gassing me, I just got out of the shower." Jennie laughed.

"Ahahaha! Just messing! But I'm serious, you always look like a snack. And have you been working out? You're looking so toned!"

Jungkook, who started to wake up, noticed her walking around, in her bra.

Seeing her like that caused him to blush. Working out with him had been paying off tremendously because he noticed how toned her arms were.

'Wow...' He thought to himself. He tried his best not to stare as he averted his eyes.

Jen was oblivious that he was awake as she continued her conversation with her friend.

"Angelina, I was not going to punch anyone, you are so violent, I swear." She chuckled. Jennie ended up stretching as she put one arm up in the air, while the other held her phone.

Unable to resist as he continued to stare, Jungkook raised his eyebrows for half a second while he studied her.

He started to remember the time when she gave him a massage in her room and she felt fidgety and nervous around him because he was shirtless. And now here he was when the tables were turned once again. He shouldn't be staring but he just couldn't help it. She looked beautiful even if she had just woken up, showered and was bare faced.

Watching her with a lingering gaze, the Golden Maknae had gently bit his bottom lip, while she moved any hair sticking to her face. Frustrated with himself, he tried to shake any thoughts away from his head while sitting up.

Standing in front of a dresser, she wrapped up her conversation with Angelina. Meanwhile, Jungkook found himself getting out of bed. He wanted to walk to the bathroom but somehow, his feet found themselves slowly walking up behind her.

Jen noticed his presence when one of his hands was placed on the table, blocking her left side.

"Did I wake you up?" She chuckled as she turned around, to look up at him. "Sorry if I did. I just wanted to shower, early. Speaking of showering, where'd I put that shirt..." She murmured to herself, placing a hand on his chest to gently move him out of her way, to hunt for it.

She didn't get far because as she walked past him, he gently grabbed her hand, in a firm grip, to stop her. Turning around, she observed him as he looked down at the floor before raising his head. He gave her a look that she wasn't familiar with and his intense eye contact caused her to resist looking away.

"Everything okay, Kookie? You need something?"

"Yeah, I kind of do." He answered in a low voice as he found himself slowly inching closer to her.

They both heard a card being inserted into the door as Jungkook quickly pulled away.

Jimin and Jin walked in since Jin needed something that Jimin had but the two of them stopped when they saw the 97 Liners.

"WHAT-IS-THIS!?" Jin yelled, gawking in horror at Jennie who was still damp from the shower with only her jeans and bra.

Jungkook's hair was messy and the bedsheets were all over the place, making the oldest member take things the wrong way. Jimin started giggling at the display, undoubtedly pleased at what was happening, and was happy they spent the night together.

Jungkook pressed his lips together, bothered about them walking in and Jin panicking for the 20th time. It was like every time he had the confidence to try to make a move something always happened.

"Whoa, why are you so loud, this morning? What's your deal?" Jennie exclaimed, looking confused.

"You two are too young for this!"

"Too young for what?" She raised a brow at his overreaction.

"This!" He pointed to the messy bed. "This is not the way to make someone feel better! There are other ways to comfort someone! And put your shirt on!"

Jen grabbed her tank top and put it on, before explaining, "You need to calm down, Jin, I just got out of the shower! And I think you have the wrong idea. We just slept together."

Jin let out a yell while Jimin laughed harder. Jin had assumed that Jungkook found an adult way to comfort Jennie last night because of what he saw from the messy bed. But that wasn't the case. Jimin knew that too but liked seeing Jin's reactions toward situations like this. He wanted to enjoy it while it lasted before he worked on his plan.

Jennie winced when Jin started going after Jungkook, hitting on him and grabbing him. Jin had kicked him out of the room, dragging him back to the hotel room they shared.

"So...Jennie, how was he?" Jimin teased, wanting to see if she would get flustered.

"Boy, whatchu' talking about?"

"I mean, you two are young, hormones are raging, so you two must've relieved some stress."

"Oh, Lord..." She felt her face heating up. "Cut it out! We didn't do anything, we just slept together!"

"Yeah, I can tell. Was he manly? Are you sore?"

"Ji-friggin-min! Boy, if you don't!" She smacked him upside his head.