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hueningshaped · 2 years

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★ old friend | c.bg

▰ genre: angst (happy ending) but overall angst lol

▰ word count: 5.8k

▰ synopsis / request: you and beomgyu are exes that are pretending to still be together for the sake of a special day and all the friends and loved ones there but there’s unresolved feelings between you (+ beomgyu has a sister in this) +++ based on mitski’s song titled ‘old friend’ ❤️❤️❤️

a/n: anon 🧋 thank you for sending me this request, a combination of mitski and beomgyu, and it also felt really good to write this even if it isn't good (i came up with 3 alternative endings bc i was so conflicted and had so many ideas) - thank you again, u deserve the moon and stars and everything in between

The moment of artificial intimacy was over within the blink of an eye, and truly, you were grateful that your nightly guest had been okay with you not wanting to progress past a few kisses and shed outerwear. Your back hit the door once they were gone, and what you had been trying to distract yourself from all came back to haunt you.

Moving on wasn’t in the stars for you it seemed.

It had been about a month since the day your relationship with Beomgyu came to end. The worn box of all his belongings and souvenirs of memories between the two of you sat idly by the door, greeting you and mocking you all at once. He was always like that though; you’d have to remind him over and over again before he would eventually come back to take what was his, leaving you a footprint of a relationship, which inevitably had merged with you, so much so that you were empty just like your apartment.

The big day was tomorrow, and running on the last bit of drunken courage you had to whip up someone to entertain yourself with, in hopes of distracting yourself from the break up, had all but crashed and burned. Again. This was the third one in a row.

Beneath the pile of stickers and highlighted ink, tomorrow had been glowering at you for the past two weeks from your paper calendar on your wall. Not that it mattered anymore.

from: byeomgu 🫗

excited for tomorrow?

from: you

thrilled.

from: byeomgu 🫗

glad to hear it hahaha

i’ll pick you up around 12

from: you

sounds good

thanks gyu

from: byeomgu 🫗

pleasure is all mine yn

it’s an honor to be working with u on this ruse

from: you

likewise gyu 🤝

Your attire for the wedding had long since been chosen, down to the most minute detail of how your hair and makeup would appear, to all your options for shoes, yet sleep refused to open its gates for you to take refuge in. The ceiling mimicked the medium of wherever dreams should be; it all looked the same, and it made you sick to your stomach. Everything for the day was prepared to the most specific detail, so you could not think of any other reason you could never find sleep.

Much to your chagrin, morning arrived in the blink of an eye along with Beomgyu after the hazy chore of getting ready.

Your television was in the middle of a season of whatever show you were watching, and you were all but collapsed on your sofa when your phone rang.

“Hey,” his breath was short and he was laughing, trying to calm down. That goofy and annoying laugh. “Hey, Y/N, can you let me in? I’m outside your door.”

You sighed and waddled over to the door with your slippers, call still going, until you whipped it open.

“You couldn’t have knocked?” You asked incredulously both into the phone and at him before hanging up, stepping aside to let him in.

He held your gaze for a moment before continuing to chuckle, following suit.

“Well, you still opened it for me, so…” you rolled your eyes but still laughed.

“Alright, just let me put my shoes on and we can go.”

As you leaned on the wall to slip into your shoes, you did not catch Beomgyu’s eyes wandering around your living room and kitchen. His lips pursed and his heightened expression from earlier was slowly diminishing as he saw you’d rearranged everything, even got new decor. Oh, how he hated that new lamp of yours.

His eyes settled on his box of belongings in the corner though and it can’t help but linger his gaze there.

“Beomgyu?” You called out once more and he snapped back to reality, turning towards you. His stance was all relaxed and somehow his suit matched the look despite the formality around his, especially as one of the brothers of the bride. It was his sister’s wedding after all; he had to look his brightest for his family.

He smiled warmly, eyes just the same temperature, despite the arrangement between the two of you.

“Ready to go?”

During the drive to the ceremony, the conversation was about as dry as any would be between two exes, even if that wasn’t exactly the whole story. You were friends before you were exes. You were a couple before you were exes. You were exes before you could be a couple (again).

“What about you?” You had to ask. Beomgyu didn’t hold back on the questions, all in good nature and in same, certain light that only he could have. You missed him.

“Oh,” he chewed on the skin inside his cheek, eyes trained to the road, hands still maneuvering the wheel carefully as he did when he’d drive. “I’m actually seeing someone…”

You nodded, internally applauding yourself at how you couldn’t even register that you paused. He glanced at you, meeting your eyes for half a second before looking off once more.

“She was who I was on the phone with before I called you to open the door. Yeah, it’s only been two dates… and we’ve hardly spoken since the last one, but I don’t know… it’s something, I know that much. I feel nervous every now and then because it could be the start of something new.” Now, that threw you off guard. Made you sick even.

“Even the prospect of being wanted and pursued by someone and being that someone for someone else is nice, I get it. Totally understand, Beomgyu.” The car slowed down at a red stop, and he smiled over at you, nodding slowly. It wasn’t until a car honked from behind that you realized you were just staring at each other. Like weirdos.

Neither of you could ignore the strange tension in the air, even if it was just moments shared between two friends, who had dated, but mutually decided to end it along the way.

Everything was normal except that it all felt a little off. For instance, everything especially holding hands with your ex felt so compromising. In the parking lot, you and Beomgyu had strategized a few more moves and ideas to sell the lie that you both were still together. He had led you in to the building, fingers intertwined with yours so gently, and smiled when he met your gaze. Due to your false privilege, you had to sit front row of the chairs in your section, joined by the rest of your friends; it had been so long since you had met up altogether.

When Yeonjun wasn’t working, he was busy working on his dance major; Kai and Taehyun both took on extra credits for their college courses, so both were booked in school; and Soobin was head over heels for someone at his work, so he was busy constructing the most secure path in order to build a relationship with them. You all texted plenty, though, even Kai, who would either reply immediately or would take days to do so.

Although the fabricated lie weighed heavily upon your shoulders, you managed to keep your chin up, smile as wide as possible. It was a gorgeous day, and the decorations were floral. Every juncture was met with pastels and greens of bouquets. As the bride and groom had walked down the aisle, family and loved ones leading them in, vows exchanged, your eyes prickled. With joy. Even though your chest clenched. What a beautiful day for love.

Soobin had bawled his eyes out besides you.

Following the conclusion of the ceremony, the table you and your friends were sat was nestled within a corner adjacent to the table where the lovely newlyweds were. Beomgyu had sat you down and pushed your chair in for you, fingers still intertwined.

Yeonjun whistled at you two as he played with one of the fallen petals from the centerpiece.

“When’s the wedding for you two?” He asked teasingly, earning middle-school-girl giggles from the others.

It was probably in your head. Beomgyu’s thumb was tracing your knuckles, and it felt, almost imperceptibly, as if he had paused, even for just a millisecond. But, again, it must have been in your head.

“I kinda feel like maybe you should be asking Soobin about that actually.” You spoke up and the eldest immediately agreed, turning his body towards the second older that sat next to him.

“Oh, right. Good point, Y/N,” He stated before smacking his shoulder particularly roughly, causing him to jolt and almost fall off his chair. “Yeah! Where’s this new love of yours huh?!”

Poor Soobin stammered his defense and the exact state of his workplace romance. His suit was getting all wrinkled, so Taehyun was half trying to get Jun to ease up and also joining him in his teasing smacks.

The volume of the chatter and music was heightened enough that when Beomgyu called your name, you realized only he and you would be involved in whatever discussion was ready to leave his mouth.

“You still doing okay?” He asked, eyes soft as he waited patiently for your response. That was one of the many, many things you had enjoyed about your time together: no matter how loud, energetic, ridiculous he could ever be, he could be patient, quiet, understanding, and sensitive for you, if need be. It was what you had always loved. As it always was. As it used to be.

This question could have been conjured up in light of Yeonjun’s silly question, or in general, you weren’t sure. Maybe he saw through your facade and saw how much of a wreck you were.

“Yeah,” your mouth moved, eyes dropping from his weighted ones to watch your connected hands. It felt wrong to act thus far, but he and you had understood that there may be times where you had to look as in love as the couple you once were. “It feels weird. And it feels weirder to be with everyone, especially when things are the way they are now.”

He nodded at that.

“I know, but it’s only for the day, so once today is over, I’ll give you your space. We’ll tell them some other time.” Right.

As you recall, it was the day after you had broken up with Beomgyu when you both had to swallow your prides and reconvene to sort out how to break the news to your beloved friends.

Meeting up at a coffee shop, it felt robotic and painfully unreal the way you both had to assess your broken relationship in a business matter.

“We’ll just have to fake it ‘til we make it. Okay, Gyu?” It was then that the conclusion to fake date, while being exes, had been reached. There was no way in hell that such a beautiful day would be marred by what was going on. His sister deserved that much.

He nodded, oddly silent and pensive, and took a long sip of his iced coffee.

“But, Y/N,” he spoke up suddenly, setting the drink down. Those long locks were splayed over his forehead, even over his eyes a bit, which were swollen and sunken underneath from lack of sleep. You must have looked a thousand times worse.

“Hm?”

He ran his thumb over the lid in patterns, gnawing on the inside of his cheek before speaking up again.

“I know things aren’t good between us right now, but we’ll still be friends, right?” His tone was light with fear.

You had smiled at that.

“Of course, Beomgyu. We’ll always be friends, I promise.”

He placed your hand down so that the palm faced upwards and decided to draw the very lines of them, tentatively watching your fingers twitch at the sensation.

“Beomgyu’s more chivalrous than usual today!” Kai commented while picking at the main course for the ceremony’s appetizer. One by one, the focus was fixed towards the both of you.

“Yeah, I saw and I didn’t want to say anything, but…” Soobin agreed. You hoped no one could see the sweat beginning to dot your hairline.

“Wonder what could have happened for Y/N to have him so tame.” Yeonjun added while absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.

Maybe Beomgyu felt the same. Your eyes widened a little, expression doing its best to mirror the correct reaction for the change in atmosphere. Maybe this was paining Beomgyu: the whole act, reuniting, pretending, being here with you. Maybe he hated you.

Maybe it was like a play within a play, an actor acting as another actor in some form of media.

But you’d liked him for so long, and he had, too.

It almost made you forget why you both had broken up in the first place. Hadn’t it been going well?

“I’m always like this,” he tried only for him to get booed at playfully, and only you could tell he faltered with a retort. “You just caught us on a really good day, that’s all.”

They liked that, it seemed, but for some reason, although you understood why, the questions bordered scrutiny and interrogation, and it was almost too much.

“Hey, you know what? I just remembered we left the gifts in the car, and we need to bring them to the gift table before they get to opening the other ones.” It was a statement thrown with some finality but murmured so it didn’t make much sense. Nonetheless you still followed behind Beomgyu as he held your hand in his.

The pace of the jaunt settled and you were in the lot, the environment much looser and even warmer.

“Finally, they shut up,” you laugh along with Beomgyu. The lack of stuffiness helped open up your lungs that you hadn’t registered before. “Every actor needs a break.”

He looked over at you, big smile and dimples, even swinging your hands, until he stopped altogether, dropping your hand as if he burned himself from touching you.

“You took that a little too seriously,” you noted, feeling petty, but you kept your voice even.

“Aren’t you tired?” His tone was dry, eyes not meeting yours.

“We just started…” you said, trying to mask your disbelief.

“Just forget it.”

Something prickled behind your eyes, but you quickly blinked it off as if nothing had even occurred. The laughter died, and conveniently no one else was around. It was too obvious.

It was the first time you weren’t in public since you’d arrived, so it made sense. Except that it didn’t.

Once at the vehicle, Beomgyu did in fact grab two large gift bags, and it was back to walking to the venue, all in complete silence. His expression had dropped, too.

Upon passing through the doors, there was an instinctive grasp outwards to your hand, and as much as you wished to elude it and divert from his presence, smack his hand away and give him a scalding glare just out of spite, you and that bitter part of yourself practically ached to be touched by him. To be with him, even if in the end you were both past that.

For the next hour, you both entertained yourself with chatter all while keeping up the part of the happy couple.

Jesus, you guys could win an Oscar, or some other meaningless award for acting.

A part of you was upset with him, another too petty, and an even other part of you pathetically wanted nothing more than to burn without so much as his gaze or touch. You burned, you pined, you perished.

After an hour or so, you and maybe he, too, realized that the act was weakening due to how long you two managed to stay quiet for, which wasn’t often, since you two could be rowdy, but something had to seem off enough for Taehyun to have mouthed to you, in a fleeting moment of no one noticing, “Are you two okay?”

(You nodded with a sure smile, mouthing back something reassuring to call off his worries, something that your closest friend would buy).

“Alright,” your body acted before your mind could refuse and abort such a reckless mission. The party was at its point where soft music filled the venue; the bride and groom, accompanied by other couples took off gently on the dance floor. You didn’t even like dancing, but that didn’t stop you from rising, offering your hand to your so called boyfriend, who had been leaning on his propped up hand. Even your friends tried to pretend they weren’t shocked by your confidence. It was all a ruse.

“Let’s go.” You said with a smile, one that was backed by all the joy you could muster and manifest that you felt that was because of him. Even in this fake relationship, you’d love Beomgyu more than he did.

He hesitated with widened eyes before resuming his role, joining you on the floor.

Not a word was exchanged between you two for the first minute or so, although to you, it seemed time stood still. His hand held yours, your other hand lightly leaning over his shoulder, and his other steadied at your waist. His steps set a pattern and rhythm for you to follow, swaying and waltzing so gently in a way he knew you could follow. He still remembered you; he still knew you, your heart clenched. But only now he’d know you as a friend.

“Hey!” His sister’s voice whisked you back to reality, both your heads turning to see the bride smiling so widely. “Sorry I didn’t have the chance to talk to you guys earlier, haha, but I’m really, really glad you guys are here, especially out here on the dance floor. You guys are so cute, ah! Can’t wait until our roles are reversed, like you guys getting married and I’ll be part of the bridal party.”

You really wanted to cry more than laugh, but you had to play the part, so you and Gyu exchanged some dry laughs.

Her presence evoked the memory, the fact that she was one of, if not, the most supportive of your relationship, doting on you and giving advice to her brother about you. It seemed futile to hope that she wouldn’t be devastated at the news that would break eventually.

“Anyway,” she cleared her throat, pinching both of your cheeks for a moment, to which you both groaned. “Y/N, I’ll see you later. Beomgyu! Take care of them, or else…” with that, she peddled off to greet the other tables.

It seemed harder than it was to keep looking into each other’s eyes with each passing moment.

Beomgyu squeezed at your waist and your hand slid from the broad of his shoulder to the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke up, the proximity between you having closed by a few inches.

“What for?” You asked, thoughts swarming, surging, outright exploding and bouncing around in your mind. He snickered halfheartedly. Making your heart shake when he leaned his forehead against yours, craning his neck probably.

“For a lot of things, but just off the top of my head, for what I did back in the lot. I know it hurt you.”

“What? But it didn’t,” you lied, trying to reassure him but for what you didn’t know. The corner of his lips quirked.

“Okay, but I’m still sorry,” he said. You guys were nearly chest to chest. “I just… thought then that it wouldn’t be right of me, it would be unfaithful of me for me to look so in love with you even though we were both talking to people, but here I am, nose to nose with you, practically.”

Beomgyu smiled, nudging you with his head.

Your lungs seized, your stomach was in knots, and your face felt so hot the heat beat off in waves of radiation.

But I’m not talking to anyone, your thoughts cried internally, begging and scratching to be voiced. It’s all a lie. I miss you with all of my heart, and I love you even more.

“It’s not right,” your pride tragically defeated your subconscious. He pulled back an inch or two. “But we have to keep up our act. Your sister’s so happy. We-we’ve got an hour or so before the day is over. Let’s keep it up.”

He nodded in agreement. That cute tiny smile remained on his face as you two continued waltzing about until the music genre ascended, lights hued of warmth and joy, and then, it seemed as if everyone had come from out of nowhere. It had felt like you were the only two there for a minute.

With that, Beomgyu pulled away. He turned on his heel to return to your spots, but not without your hand in his.

“You’re back finally,” Yeonjun commented, and you both laughed, feeling uneasy.

“Yeah, you guys looked like two penguins in love like in Happy Feet!” Kai giggled and Yeonjun clicked his tongue at that.

“You and your penguin jokes…”

Beomgyu hadn’t let go of your hand yet, you realized, and you looked up at him because of it. He gave your fingers a squeeze.

“You just hate on me because I’m so cute, and you’re old,”

“Oh, for the love of Jesus. I’m tired of your slander. Where’s Tyun and Soobin?”

“He’s giving emotional support to Soobin, who’s calling his crush.”

“Wow, this guy…”

Gyu used his other hand to settle on the back of your head, rubbing. This set you on fire, heavy but gentle motions setting you ablaze. His face had made its way closer to yours, his forehead almost on your temple.

“No, wow, to these two. God, get a room!”

You veered back, embarrassed like you would always be any time you’d get caught for so much as holding hands. It had never once bothered Beomgyu; in fact, in response, he’d take it a step further.

This time, he faltered in his facade, looking away from everyone.

It must pain him to be with you, even just for an act.

Beomgyu’s brother came from out of nowhere, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Hey, come on, let’s take pictures. Y/N, come join us!” He pleaded, loosely referring to the growing crowd of the bridal and groomsmen, along with the rest of their respective families.

“Oh, no, not me,” you said a little too fast, making him tilt his head at you.

“Hey, they don’t like taking pictures. Let’s not force it. I’ll be right there, okay?” He concluded, patting his older brother’s arm in a manner to send him off, which he thankfully did. You sighed in relief.

He rubbed your knuckles before standing up, about to walk away until he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You weren’t able to process it until the flashes of the camera told you he was among the others.

There was a tap at your shoulder as you were still on fire, from every of his touches. You turned to see Taehyun, grinning.

“Can we talk? Outside?”

As you both were walking outside, Soobin ran past you guys with red ears and cheeks.

“Oh, he’s fine, by the way,” Your friend answered your thoughts. He opened the entrance doors for you and shut them behind himself once you were both outside. “He scored a date with the love of his life.”

That made you chuckle happily, but it quieted once you remembered you were here for a reason.

“What was it that you wanted to talk about?”

He nodded, as if he remembered, too, but sighed.

“You and hyung are hiding something. Those knuckleheads might or might not have been able to tell, but I did and I’m here now because I’m worried.”

Your innate shock at his perceptiveness had presented itself far too well for you to act as if what he said was inaccurate.

“What…” you lied, so badly, you should add.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? You can tell me. I know you guys well enough to see something’s not right. So, what is it, or at least tell me how I can help.”

Your lips pursed, frown taking form.

“Did you tell anyone?” You asked quietly.

“Tell anyone what?”

“About what you think.”

He smiled wistfully at that.

“No,” he held your hand in his. “It’s been a few hours since I put two and two together.”

You looked down trying to find the words.

“Taehyun, maybe it’s better if I tell you later. How about tomorrow? Or tonight after the party?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, holding onto your other hand.

“Is there a reason you can’t tell me now? Or should I ask Beomgyu?”

You sighed.

“He hasn’t hurt you or anything, has he?” His voice was tiny but voice tense, but you looked up to shake your head, to clear up his fear.

“No, no! He’s good, he’s good, I promise,”

“But?”

You bit at the skin of your lip.

“You guys are going through a rough patch?” He asked, and you still remained uncooperative.

“Well, Y/N, every couple goes through those. You know that. I’m not in a relationship, but I know that much. My mom and dad would argue, get upset every now and then, but they’re still in love. Chin up, one little disagreement isn’t the end of the world. And if it feels like it, then we’re here for you.” Your eyes burned. He was so close, not only to the matter of the issue, but at the same time, so far in the way even Beomgyu was to never know of your true feelings.

You wrapped your arms around Taehyun’s torso, leaning your head against his chest. He hummed and hugged you more to himself.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes shot open, and the lamppost illuminating you two seemed to grow and move, drawing up a widening distance between you and Beomgyu, who stood by the entrance, eyes wide and a crease in his brows.

Taehyun cleared his throat and gave your arms a little squeeze before going back. He returned inside quicker than you had anticipated, leaving the two of you alone.

Beomgyu remained at the door, a light in his eyes you couldn’t comprehend. It was you who had to go to him, but within the blink of an eye, he met you halfway.

“My sister said that there was an issue with the coordinator’s schedule, and um… the party’s ending early. The send off should be soon, I think. We don’t have to be together for it, if you want,” he sounded so small, smile artificial and eyes wrong. “You aren’t obligated to stay with me; it’s all up to you. You can call curtains for this whole act. I’m sorry if you’re tired of having to fake this.”

“I’m not…” you said a little too weakly, and he laughed humorlessly.

“You don’t have to lie to me, or yourself. It’s okay, I promise, Y/N,” he sounded so desperate to reassure you, even it meant that it sounded like his heart was being crushed. “You’re too good of a person. I’ve been a hassle all today. Maybe I’m overreacting for thinking so, but there’s no written rules or decorum for our plot, you know?”

His words were scaring you.

“I thought we promised not tell anyone, but I don’t blame you for any of it, or for moving on, especially for someone like Taehyun,” your eyes were past prickling. He thought your nonexistent rebound was yours and his best friend. How cruel was that, and for him to forgive you?

You shook your head, lips wobbling in an effort to keep your stupid, stifled sob at bay.

“No, Beomgyu,” he smiled sadly, hand cupping your face and thumb wiping the tear that coincidentally let loose, as if he had timed it, as if he knew you down to that gesture. His long dark locks framed his face so beautifully; even as his heart broke, he looked pretty.

“It’s okay, don’t feel so bad now, sweetheart,” you closed your eyes painfully at that name. “I’m going to go back inside for the send off. Let me give you my keys if you want to go. I’ll get the car from you some other time. Just take care of yourself.” He pressed the item into your hand, rubbing your cheek gently before he pulled away, already on his way towards the door.

You felt sick, sweltering, freezing, all at once.

“I don’t want to stop pretending.” You cried, so breathless it almost didn’t register, but the way he stopped in his tracks told you so. Your heart pounded in your ears.

Beomgyu turned, pivoting on one of his legs.

“What?”

You blinked hard, briefly thinking about the send off and whether or not they’d do it without him, but he had to know.

“I don’t want to stop pretending I’m in love with you because…because I’m really in love with you,” you breathed in and out shakily. He neared you to better listen to your words. His own eyes glistened. “I want to try again, Beomgyu.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at that.

“But, we both called it and said it was for the best, remember?”

How couldn’t you remember: you guys were happy and great together, but sudden albeit stupid anxieties and fears about your relationship overwhelmed you both. They didn’t appear out of thin air; miscommunication on certain bad days combined with his insecurities and your impulsiveness effectively wrought faults in your relationship. It was strange. You hardly ever fought, but even while discussing and trying to move on, it seemed futile; in fact, just about every possible outcome of every possible situation terrified you. Maybe it wasn’t time for you yet, but you both had wordlessly left out the “yet” part when you two broke up.

“Y/N, we were rushing into things, everything seemed like it was going downhill, and I was too insecure, and that hasn’t changed — ”

“Screw that, Gyu!” Hot tears dribbled down to your chin. He hesitantly reached to dab at your tearstained cheeks. “I love you. I’m sorry I’m being so selfish, but I love you.”

“Haven’t we both moved on? Do you really want to go through that again? What about the people we’re talking to? Is it really worth the pain?”

“I’m willing to do anything for you,” you must sound so pathetic.

“Y/N,” he whispered. The only other sound that could be heard was your sniffles. “I just don’t want us to both make the mistake and suffer all over again. We deserve more than that. You deserve more than that.”

“It only hurt because it ended. You’re the only one I’ve wanted. Please don’t give us up, Beomgyu. Please,” you cupped his cheeks with both your hands, thumb grazing his bottom eyelashes. He leaned into your touch. “But if this isn’t what you want, or if any part of you truly doesn’t think this is the right thing, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I understand, and it’ll all be okay. I owe you that much. The last thing I want is to guilt trip you, Gyu. Sorry, I’ll pull myself together now.”

His eyebrows remained drawn in, tears running down his own cheeks now.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Y/N.” He mumbled before diving to take your lips with his, a hungry but somehow soft exchange that either lasted forever or defied science, sucking the oxygen straight from your lungs.

He held your face in his hands. Your own palms rested on his shoulders, fingers pulling on his suit. Feeling your attempt to pull away for some air, he planted kisses on your nose, cheeks, forehead, temples, and then one last kiss on your lips, so much fervor that he almost drew blood from how hard he bit your bottom lip.

“Ow,” you laughed against his mouth, your own already swelling. He giggled and kissed you some more before pulling away.

“I’ve got an idea,” he whispered, even without much volume, his voice was soft and precious. You nodded, hanging onto his every word, and pathetically moved from staring at his lips to eyes, then back and forth. His mouth curved a little more at that. “Let’s pretend we never broke up.”

“I can do that,” the dazed expression on your face made him chuckle, almost ignoring your response.

“I’m sorry I messed everything up,” you frowned again, realizing the repercussions of your actions. In response, he rubbed your knuckles to soothe you.

“No, you fixed everything,” you closed your eyes, all your senses occupied by Beomgyu, and you felt thankful to the universe. “I was so close to giving up this heaven for the sake of letting you go, but if you really want to be with me, if you insist, then I’ll be yours.”

You blinked up at him, pretty sure your hands were sweaty, at this point.

“I was talking about the girl you went in dates with, but I’m more than okay with that.” If you weren’t on fire before, you must have been magma by now.

“Oh,” he snickered. “I’ll make things right and call her once the send off and the party’s done.”

There was a brief pause, a finite moment of silence before he and you gasped simultaneously, “Oh, my God, the send off!”

Thankfully, his sister had chosen to wait until Beomgyu would show up, which inadvertently was not a minute after you both ran in, both nearly slipping a few times.

The night came to a close officially once all the attendees, including yourself, waved goodbyes to the car with the bride and groom. Distantly, you wondered if there was any other drama besides yours and Beomgyu’s, but you supposed you could ask his siblings yourself. Some other time though.

Beomgyu walked back to you from the venue, since you and your friends were still outside.

“How did she take it?” You asked, frowning with guilt bubbling in your throat. He winced but still kept an easy expression on his face.

“Well, she threatened to kill me, cried, and apologized. Wishes us the best though.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, that makes two of us, minus the death threat,” you reached up to touch his tie, enjoying the fabric and the pale color. He smiled at you, even if you couldn’t see. “Are you sure you’re okay with everything? I can’t help but feel like I did something wrong. You know I’m impulsive.”

“I want nothing more than to be with you, I promise,” Beomgyu reached down to kiss your nose. “I’ll take anything you want to give me, baby.”

He held you in his arms, and for one of the first times, you felt what it was like to be loved just as much, maybe even more, as you loved.

#pain #anon🧋#txt x reader #txt imagines #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together x reader #txt fluff #txt angst #txt scenarios #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu angst

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Blackpink Reaction To Their S/O Struggling W/ Drug Addiction

Warnings / Misc. -- ⚠️ Sensitive Topic ⚠️, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This request covers a sensitive topic that I haven't been personally exposed to, but I hope that I do it justice. I did my best to handle it with care and be as realistic as possible. Let me know what you think!

PS -- I didn't specifically name any substances or describe them in too much detail; I wanted to leave you room to picture whatever you had in mind, especially if you happen to be struggling irl.

👩 Also, I wrote this as Fem!Reader because nothing was specified. I hope that's alright, anon! Thank you for your patience :)

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Jisoo

Discovered it after a few weeks of dating

She's amazing at reading people, so she had sensed that you were struggling with something; she just didn't know what.

She wanted to wait for you to tell her about whatever it was, but one fateful day she witnessed something that explained it all.

It wasn't meant to happen; she wasn't meant to see you like this. But, as fate would have it, Jisoo stumbled across something she never saw coming.

Her footsteps grow louder as she walks her way through the house, peeking her head into various rooms in search of you. The two of you invited some of your mutual friends over, and they've all been curious as to where you slipped away to earlier.

"Baby, are you in here? Everyone's wonder--"

The sound of the latch clicking out of place makes your heart drop and sets you into motion. Before you have enough time to fully react, though, Jisoo opens the bathroom door to find you sitting on the ground, attempting to shove a foreign substance into a plastic baggy.

Your hands make quick work of moving it out of view and sitting up on your knees, but she picks up on what's going on. Her eyes land on the material as you shift it behind your body, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"Jisoo--" Tears are already beginning to work their way into your eyes, slightly blurring your vision. Too many people have walked out on you after witnessing this, and the thought that she might go too is overwhelming.

She keeps her tone level as she steps into the room and quietly shuts the door behind herself. "Y/N, please explain yourself."

"I-I'm sorry Jisoo, I should've told you sooner." You shakily say, bringing a hand up to swipe away the few tears that've already leaked out. It's not usually like you to get so emotional so quickly, but seeing the pained look on her face is reason enough.

"Come here," she utters, plopping down next to you and pulling you up against her body as she leans back on the side of the tub. Her fingers rub soothing circles on your back while you rest your head on her shoulder, lightly dampening the material of her shirt with your tears. "I'm not mad at you for this, but I need you to tell me about it. I want to help you, my love. I can't watch you hurt yourself like this."

"Okay. Just promise you won't go," you softly say, the syllables of your words breaking here and there from the raw emotion you feel.

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/N." She presses a light kiss to your temple for reassurance, and her heart breaks when she feels your hands grip at her clothes out of habit. How many times have people told you that and still left you in your time of need? She cradles you in her arms, realizing just how fragile you are in your current state, and tells you to take your time.

With a steadying breath, you begin to explain your struggles.

Road To Recovery

Constant check-ins

"Hey honey, we're at the studio now. Are you taking care of yourself for me?"

Helps you deal with the symptoms of withdrawal when they hit

Focuses on distraction and redirection as ways to help you cope

If you're at a party and feel tempted after seeing someone use, she leads you away to distract you from the urge

Helps you find safe alternatives

Celebrates the little victories

"Yes, Y/N, 4 and a half weeks clean is plenty reason to celebrate. Now mark it on the calendar and get over here so I can put this hat on you."

Playdates at your local dog café to keep your mind occupied (and bringing Dalgomie so he can make new friends, of course)

Takes you indoor skydiving. She wanted to find a way to give you an adrenaline rush while still being able to participate with you, so that was a happy medium. She battled her fear of heights to do that with you.

Not letting you lose hope if you relapse

"You're not a burden, and I'm not letting you give up on yourself. Not after all the progress you've made. I believe in you."

Accompanying you to rehab and recovery meetings, if you want her to

Bringing you your favorite snacks and candies when she picks you up

"I got you a little something," she smiles, leaning over the center console of the car to kiss your cheek. "You deserve a treat, baby."

Whenever you decide to tell everyone about your struggles and recovery journey, she's right next to you for support

Spends all the time she can with you

Early on, she would get really worried when you missed her calls or took a while to respond, but eventually she got over her fears to some degree

Still checks up on you when she's away for work

"Sorry for missing your call, Chu. Dalgom tried to kill me when I was giving him a bath and I couldn't get to the phone in time."

Overall, just a very proud girlfriend who sticks by you no matter what

After You've Recovered

Annual "recovery party" to commemorate your sobriety

Sometimes you invite the girls and your other friends, and sometimes you prefer to just spend the day at home with Jisoo

"Look at how far you've come, my love. I'm so proud of you."

♡♡♡♡♡

Jennie

She would be the only one who figured it out on her own. She picked up on the signs fairly quickly and always subtly helped steer you away from any potentially tempting situations

If you two watched a movie that happened to have a triggering scene in it, she always noticed how you'd look away and subconsciously tense up a bit

"Hey, babe. This movie's kinda boring; why don't we watch that new Netflix documentary instead?"

If the two of you were invited to parties that were likely to have a bunch of alcohol and drugs, sometimes she'd try to suggest staying in or doing something else instead

You eventually caught on to her diversion attempts, and sat down with her to have a talk.

"How long have you known?" You ask, pulling your legs up towards your chest as you sit back against the headboard of your California King.

"A few weeks," she starts, running a brush through her hair until it's untangled. Her damp locks stick to her shoulders as she approaches you, some strips slightly drier than others. "Were you ever gonna tell me?" She inquires softly, facing you as she sits down beside you on the bed.

"Of course, Jen. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, I just… I was on my own with it before you. I didn't have anyone to turn to because everyone left once they found out." Your confession makes her chest ache -- it's a physical, honest pain that she feels as she imagines you battling such an unforgiving foe with no one in your corner. She places a warm hand on your thigh to comfort you, knowing just how much her touch helps when you're upset. "Hey, it's okay. There's no point in worrying about that now. I know it's hard to open up, babe, so thank you for doing this. I'm here to listen, alright?"

"Thank you, Jennie. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to know, either, because I'm staying right here."

"I love you," you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips.

"I love you, too," she sighs against you, preparing herself for the emotional night you're about to have. For now, she takes a moment to just pull you into her arms and rest her forehead against yours, finding comfort in your steady heartbeat.

"We'll start whenever you're ready."

Road To Recovery

Makes various arrangements to ensure that the media won't know of your struggles

Keeps things on lock, especially if you decide to remain private on the matter and not tell the world

If you make a public statement about it, she still does everything she can to keep you protected from the negativity. She knows first hand how tough it can be to deal with, so she never lets you face it alone

You both help each other work through things

"You're my rock, Y/N/N."

"And you're my world, Jen."

Takes care of you during bouts of withdrawal

Sings to you to calm you down and help you relax

Takes you to theme parks and rides all the big coasters with you so you can get a similar high that you did from the drugs. She gets to be clingy with you and spend the day having fun, so she doesn't mind it, and you enjoy it just the same.

Suggests fun activities for you to do together

"We should visit that pottery place tomorrow! I've heard a lot of good things about it."

You stick close together when you're in public, especially when paparazzi are near

Your presence helps with her anxiety, and you hold her close and tell jokes to keep her attention off of it

Random surprise celebrations waiting for you when you get home

"Hey Jen, I'm home." You announce, shrugging your coat off before hanging it up on the metal rack next to the front door.

"In here," she calls from the kitchen, effectively pulling you in with that sweet voice of hers. When you reach the doorway and peek in, a dumbstruck smile slowly parts your lips as you see the set up she constructed.

"Happy 3 Weeks" a multicolored banner reads, displaying the phrase above your dining room table where Jennie sits. "Surprise, honey," she says softly, glancing down at the cake she made for you as she scoots it closer. You approach the table and examine it, practically feeling your heart grow 10 sizes from the love you hold for your girlfriend.

"Is this why you left practice early?"

"Mhm," she nods, kissing your cheek before she reaches into a small gift bag next to her chair. "I'm so proud of you," she grins, sliding a thin, glittery headband into your hair. It has two springs attached to the top that bounce in every direction possible, surely making you look like a dork.

"God, I love you."

"You'd better keep that same energy after trying the cake. I think I might've added too much baking soda…"

You shake your head and pull her in, pressing kiss after kiss to her lips until she's grinning just as hard as you.

Going on adventures with Kuma and Kai

Especially to dog parks and other national parks

Helps you fill things out for rehab and doesn't let you get too stressed about it

Helps you regain confidence in yourself if you relapse

"This isn't the end, Y/N. You're strong, I know you can beat this."

Is right next to you through it all

After You've Recovered

Go on an annual vacation to get away from everything and celebrate your sobriety. You take the opportunity to escape the media and reconnect with each other

"Where to this year, Y/N? Bora Bora, maybe?"

Intimate celebration between the two of you on vacation, and then the girls throw you a party when you come back

♡♡♡♡♡

Rosé

You were really good at hiding your secret from people -- especially those that you care about most. You're always afraid that once they find out, they'll pack up and leave.

Rosé was one of the first to actually stay

She had been fairly oblivious to your struggles since you masked that side of yourself well, but one day the two of you attended a little get-together at your old friend's house, and your dirty laundry was aired.

"Bro, come on, let's play Truth or Dare!" One of your old friends says, perking up at the fact that he remembered the game even existed. He's already a little tipsy, but so are some of the others.

"I don't know, dude," you hesitantly start, missing the way that Rosé curiously raises a brow beside you.

"Come on, we'll keep it tame." Another person adds from the couch opposite you, their voice low. You recognize her as Cho, a sort of frenemy from your high school years. Something doesn't sit right for you with the hint of mischief that shines in her eyes, but your friends' pleas eventually push the feeling away and you relent.

"Fine, but if Austin gets dared to do some dumb shit like last time I'm dropping out."

"Like what?"

"Like what?" You ask back, disbelief evident in your voice. "Are you forgetting the fact that I had to bail you out after you got arrested for streaking down the neighborhood?"

"Okay, fair point," Austin holds his hands up in surrender. "Just a few rounds."

As everyone's once boisterous laughter finally dies down into quiet chuckles, you turn to Rosé for a quick kiss. She reciprocates and holds you there for a few more seconds, loving the way your lips feel against her own. As you brush your nose against hers and garner a sweet giggle from her, Cho interrupts the moment with a phrase that makes your blood run cold.

"So, Rosé, has Y/N told you about the time she got arrested for drug possession? Word on the street is that she still can't shake her old habit..."

Rosie feels the way you tense up at the question and pull away from her, cringing at the exposure you just received. The room goes silent, enabling a pen to be heard if it were dropped.

"Hey," Austin goes to defend you, about to yell at her for bringing up such a difficult topic.

"It's fine, Austin," you say, sticking your hand out in front of him to keep him from approaching her. The last thing you want right now is a screaming match about your struggles.

Rosie finally speaks up after what feels like an eternity, turning to Cho to say, "No, but that's none of your business. And I strongly advise that you don't speak on her name like that again." She cuts her eyes at the other girl, sending an icy glare at her to show that she's serious before giving her attention to you again.

When a few tense moments pass with no one really saying anything, Jackson, the host, speaks up. "I think you need to go, Cho."

"Ah, what a shame. The fun was just starting," she mockingly pouts, stopping next to you on her way out the door. Rosé strokes the back of your hand to soothe you, tracing mindless patterns with her thumb until your shoulders relax and you look into her eyes. With Cho now gone, your friends decide to go out into the backyard and give the two of you some time to clear things up.

"So, I guess we should talk." You start, pulling your legs up onto the couch to sit criss-cross. She studies the way that you begin to nervously fidget and drop eye contact, and the sight breaks her heart.

"Your past is your past, Y/N, and I won't ever judge you for it. I wish she wouldn't have brought it up like that -- I really wish she didn't," she says, emphasizing the word to remind you of how upset she is with Cho, "But I can tell that you're still struggling. I want to help you get better, and I'll be here with you every step of the way, babe. You mean the world to me." She smiles sadly, trying not to think of how much it would hurt to lose you.

"Okay," you breathe out, accepting the honest help that she's extending to you. You've been burned and lied to in the past, but you trust Rosé to stay true to her word and assist you on the hard journey laid out before you. "Let's start from the beginning," you say, preparing yourself to retell your struggles from the moment they began all those years ago.

Road To Recovery

Takes care of you when withdrawal hits hard

Isn't afraid to take the day off if it's bad enough and she needs to

"Hey, Teddy. Tell everyone that I'll be staying home today, okay? I've already let the girls know, too."

Reassurance to the max

"You're doing amazing."

Is your shoulder to cry on when times get tough

On a weekend trip, the two of you snuck away to the beach to go cliff diving. It was a thrilling experience, and you'll always remember that day with her

Helps you find healthier alternatives to your addiction that can make the transition easier until you fully recover

"Baby, look at this." She says, repositioning her laptop so that you can see what she's looking at. The two of you are sitting on the bed, and her legs are stretched out over yours. "These herbs are safe to smoke and they can help with a lot of your troubles. These over here," she says, pointing to a section of the screen, "help with stress and anxiety. They make it easier to relax." You nod, logging the information in your brain as you run a hand over her smooth skin to keep yourself calm. It's a habit that both of you love. "Thank you, Rosie. Nobody's ever done anything like this for me." You say, keeping your head down as you remember all the people that have left you behind in your time of need.

"You'd do the same for me, and I'm happy to be here for you." She declares, holding one of your hands within both of her own. She cradles it delicately, just like she does your heart. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel my love. I'm not going anywhere, babe." She leans in, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss.

Keeps your spirits up if you relapse

"You're not a failure, Y/N/N. This is just a setback, and we're going to get through it together."

One of her friends told her about a fun art class that's supposed to help people in recovery let go of some of their resentment and negative feelings, so she brought it up and you agreed to go

It was structured in two parts:

Part 1: Everyone went out to an old car lot that had various old vehicles, electronics, and other things to smash up. Once you let loose and relieved some of your tension, you collected scraps of the things you destroyed.

Part 2: With the scraps you brought back, you were told to create any type of artwork you wanted -- whatever felt right. Collage, graffiti, scrapbook, etc. At the end of the class, you were informed of the driving message behind it: Though the negative feelings and aversions you dealt with in the past may have left you feeling broken, you never really were -- you've always had the power to piece yourself back together and continue on.

After You've Recovered

Taking a month off work every year to travel and experience new things together. Usually consists of going to another city (or even country) and exploring their art museums and other artistics outlets

The new experiences help remind you off all the reasons you want to stay sober, and they help her have new material for her songs

Lots of pictures and drawings to remember all of your adventures

Collect trinkets to hang up / display, especially around the holidays

The girls have a special celebration waiting for you when you return

♡♡♡♡♡

Lisa

She could tell something was wrong when your behavior started to change over the course of a couple weeks

She suspected other things, but after finding a substance in your bag while on a vacation trip, she was blind sided by the reality of the situation

"Hey Lis, have you seen my swimsuit?" You casually ask, strolling into your hotel bedroom in search of the item. "I thought I left it--"

Your words catch harshly in your throat, nearly making you choke from how quickly you cut yourself off. She's sitting on the edge of the bed with the baggy in her hands, and tears brim in her eyes.

"Fuck," you wince, closing your eyes as you put your face in your hands. "You weren't supposed to find out like this."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks, staring straight ahead, though her eyes don't focus on anything in particular. Knowing you hurt her is bad enough, but seeing her like this makes the pain even more evident.

"I was going to, I promise. But I've been trying to wean myself off of it," you begin to explain, slowly walking across the room until you're in front of her. You squat down and put your hands on her thighs, staying quiet until she meets your gaze. "I've tried to quit cold turkey in the past but it didn't go down well. I figured I could handle this on my own and not get you involved."

"Baby, I want to be involved. You've been different lately, and having you shut me out didn't help ease my fears. I want to be a part of this, okay? You can turn to me when you feel alone," she says through the occasional tears that roll down her cheeks, "It's my job to help you and keep you safe. So let me," she crouches down next to you as she says the last part, wrapping her arms around you when she notices your lip tremble. "I'm not gonna let this get between us," she says against your shoulder, reminding you of how strong her love for you is.

"I'm sorry I waited so long," your words are muffled against her shirt, but she can hear how the emotion in them changes your voice slightly.

"We have to start somewhere, and this is just as good a time as any. I'm right here, Y/N/N."

Road To Recovery

Sweet texts and reminders throughout the day

"Hey baby, have you eaten today? The girls and I miss you like crazy."

"Don't forget about your check-up tomorrow. I already told my manager that I'll be taking the day off, so I'm all yours 😉"

"*image attachment* Question: Do you think Lego would look cute in this or do you think Lego would look cute in this? Because he WOULD."

Stargazing trips to talk about how far you've come

Making treats for the cats together if you have a bad day

Sometimes your withdrawal leaves you with weird cravings, but she never hesitates to race to the store at any hour and snatch up your favorite treats

Learning how to cook together to keep you occupied and give you a hobby (plus she's always wanted to get better at it)

“If you fling that at me, I swear to God I'll--”

"Oops!"

"LISA!"

Day trips to random parks and open locations to have little photoshoots when she has free days

Once took you bungee jumping for the experience and adrenaline rush

Bringing you into the studio if you're having a hard time and don't want to be alone

Always listens to you and shows how much she cares

Opts out of events if she suspects that drugs will be there to tempt you (considering you're always her plus one)

You still send her to enjoy herself at the events without you sometimes, though it does take a lot to convince her to leave you at home

"Okay, okay! But we're binging that new show when I get back."

Makes you laugh often and cheers you up when you need it most

She's your sunshine

After You've Recovered

Considering that you're her muse and she's the artist that she is, she hatched a plan early on to document your journey to recovery

"One more, babe. Just like that." She instructs, holding the camera up to her eye one final time. "Perfect."

"Alright, close your eyes and turn around." She commands while returning to the coffee table that sits in the middle of your living room. Her hands make quick work of putting the finishing touches on her gift for you while you patiently sway and hum to whatever song is stuck in your head at the moment.

"Annnnnd done!" She shouts, approaching you with a wide smile tugging at her lips as she holds the book out in front of herself. "It's a photo album. I started it the day you told me you wanted to try and get better," she says, smiling softly as she slowly walks you through the beginning pages of the book. "I thought it would be nice to see how far you've come," her eyes remain glued to the pictures she took as she continues flipping, and she fails to realize that you're staring at her now.

"I'm so in love with you. I can't thank you enough, Lis. This is beautiful." You shake your head in quiet disbelief, genuinely surprised that someone would work so hard on something for you. It shouldn't be a surprise with her though, considering how much she loves you, but it still baffles you sometimes.

"This gift only shows a fraction of my love for you, but I'm happy you like it. This is nothing, baby; there's so much more where this came from. Thank you for letting me in." She captures your lips in a meaningful kiss, and finds it hard to pull away. You seem to be her drug of choice, but neither of you care to end that sweet addiction.

Annual trips to photoshoots and fashion shows

Being her favorite model (seriously, she could look at you for hours on end)

Always feeling so loved and cherished, no matter what the two of you are doing

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Bulletproof Heart Pt. 1

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Prompt: Request from Anon- “ could you write one where the reader is a rock singer and they and mcr are on warped tour together, and they both lowkey like each other but think they’re both out of each other’s league, and find out that they’re both secretly into nerdy stuff + maybe getting together? thank you so much xxx”

AN: This is a multi-part series--I couldn’t help myself! Also, I based this fic around something Gerard said in a Rolling Stone interview:

Hope its ok Anon! enjoy!

You had dreamed of this moment since you first picked up a guitar. Back then it felt like an impossible fantasy, being on stage with your band, playing in front of a crowd of screaming fans; which is why it felt so surreal when your manager Tim told you that your band, The Violent Delights, had booked Warped Tour.

"June 18th," he told you with a satisfied grin, "you're in for the long haul, kids."

Your band-mates let out a collective shriek of joy, while you planted a grateful kiss on Tim's cheek.

"You're an OK manager, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said, dramatically wiping his cheek where your lips had been. "Now you guys better get practicing. This is a good opportunity to really get your name out there. Plus you got some real popular acts to compete with."

Your interest was peaked. "Oh yeah? Like who?"

"Off the top of my head? Fall Out Boy, Dropkick Murphys, and I think a band called My Chemical Romance."

"Oh shit, My Chem?" your bassist, Gavin, piped up excitedly. "That's the band I'm always trying to get Y/N to listen to."

"I'll have to finally borrow their last album," you replied, "gotta scope out the competition after all." Gavin rolled his eyes while you laughed.

Your manager got serious. "It's three months on the road, and its gonna take a lot of energy and hard work. Quite frankly, it ain't glamorous."

"Tim, when have we ever been glamorous? I wouldn't care if it were a 12 month tour," you declared, "I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world." Liz, your drummer, nodded in agreement beside you.

"You might be singing a different tune when you haven't had a shower in three days."

"As long as I'm singing it in front of an audience, we'll be fine."

* * *

Back at your apartment you marked June 18th on your calendar with a star, feeling invigorated with excitement all over again. This was it, you thought, the next level for our band. You were determined to give it your very best, outperforming every other band there.

After all, you had worked so hard to get to this point. Starting in friend's basements and tiny cafes, the band had slowly built up a sizable following of loyal fans. You were no longer the opening act, drawing sell out crowds more often than not. You made a promise to yourself that the band wasn't going to lose this momentum. There would be no distractions for you on this tour, just hard work and the thrill of performing. That meant no parties, and absolutely no boys. You weren't ready for another relationship, you told yourself, especially since the last one ended in disaster.

Yes, this was the moment the band had been waiting for. You let the warm excitement that this knowledge brought envelope you, and you lay your head down on your pillow, falling asleep to fantasies of what lay ahead.

* * *

Its a long road from Maryland to Ohio. Columbus was the first stop of the tour, which meant your band had 6 and a half hours to go over the set-list, make adjustments discuss their hopes and fears for the three month experience. Gavin gave you a few CDs to listen too, including My Chemical Romance's Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. You had heard their first album ages ago and enjoyed it, but there was something incandescent to the music you were hearing now. It stirred a whirlwind of heavy emotion, and you were enthralled from beginning to end. You made a mental note to see them perform at Warped as soon as possible.

When your bus arrived at its destination, you felt the unwelcome buzz of nerves building in your stomach. This was real, you thought, this was happening. You were used to performing at this point, but it was the amount of people you'd be performing for that was nerve-wracking. Not to mention the fellow artists who may be watching and judging your sound. You breathed deep and tried to push past the nervous thoughts that hummed incessantly around your head like insects.

Your band-mates were buzzing about with excitement, but you needed to distract yourself. Fresh air always helped settle you, so you grabbed your shoes and decided to go for a walk around the venue.

It looked almost like a circus with all the trailers and tents that had quickly populated the surrounding area. Merch stands and catering tents were being organizes as dozens upon dozens of vans and trailers pulled in. There were already a few fans camped outside of the chain-link fence that surrounded the area, eagerly awaiting a glimpse of their favorite artists.

You kept wandering, and you saw that a band was being interviewed in the media tent. There were five of them, each holding a microphone; but one member, a dark haired boy, was doing most of the talking. He was cute, you thought, and your stomach did little flips watching him respond to the questions that were being asked.

You watched a little bit longer from a distance, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Gavin and Liz, who had been doing a bit of exploring as well.

"Hey, there you are! I was talking to a few people by the catering tent. They said some bands are having a party on their buses later tonight, we should check it out." Gavin informed you excitedly.

You hesitated. No parties. "I dunno, I want us to be in good condition to perform tomorrow."

Liz chimed in. "All work and no play, Y/N. C'mon, it'll be a great chance to make some connections with other bands."

"If you don't come with us," Gavin pronounced dramatically, "we'll be far too devastated to perform tomorrow." His hand went to his forehead, as though he was about to faint.

"Somehow I doubt that."

"Pretty please?" Liz stuck her lower lip out pathetically.

"With sugar on top?" Gavin added.

You glanced at the black haired boy in the distance. Maybe he'd be there, a small voice in your head piped up.

"Ugh Fine! But I'll only stay for a little bit."

Satisfied, the pair stopped harassing you, and left you to continue wandering, promising to meet up with them later.

* * *

People spilled out from open trailers as music blared from an unknown source in the background. Some were already far gone, stumbling from place to place, or lying on the ground blacked out.

You followed Gavin inside one of the trailers. You watched as he interacted with the strangers inside with ease, a trait you envied. He managed to find you both drinks, and you grabbed the mystery beverage, sculling it in hopes that it would numb your nervousness. You may have been a great performer onstage, but offstage it was easy for your social anxiety to take the wheel.

Gavin began to walk away, ignoring your whispered pleas not to leave you. Fuck. It always felt awkward to not know anyone at a party. You clutched your red cup like a life jacket keeping you afloat in a sea of drunken strangers.

A man approached you out of nowhere, the smell of alcohol emanating from every pore on his body.

"You look lonely." He leered at you expectantly.

"Then it seems like you need glasses. I'm just fine on my own."

He laughed. "Ooo! I like you. You've got spunk. Name's Brent, guitarist from Midnite Heist."

"Can't say I've heard of you guys."

Brent was either oblivious to your indifference, or just chose to ignore it. "So how'd you end up at this party?"

"I'm in a band on the tour too. Lead singer actually."

"No way! That's awesome, we need more talented eye candy on this tour."

You screamed internally while he droned on, tuning him out as you continued to sip from your fast emptying cup.

You scanned the room, watching people laugh and dance. Your stomach suddenly flipped again as you noticed the black haired boy from this afternoon, solemn faced and quiet, silently nursing a diet coke in his hands. He was clearly not having a good time. The guitarist who had been talking you up soon saw you looking at the sullen figure and turned his attention towards him, his eyes lighting up with recognition.

"Gerard fucking Way!" he bellowed, carelessly sloshing his drink as he waved him over, causing a stream of alcohol to fall to the floor below.

Gerard seemed to hesitate before walking over. "It's been awhile man," he said softly. His eyes, a warm hazel, flicked to you repeatedly as he spoke. "you here for the whole tour this time?"

Brent laughed, his sobriety dangling by a thread. "Yeah, but still not up on the main stage, unlike you big-shots." he said, punching Gerard in the arm. Gerard offered a crooked smirk in return, his patience already wearing thin. Brent nudged you in the arm. "This is Y/N, her band is new to Warped. I told her I'd show her the ropes." He grinned at you. Ugh.

Gerard seemed to sense your discomfort. "Welcome, nice to see a new face around."

Brent interrupted before you could respond. "How come you're wasting time with a coke? I would've expected you to be the first one wasted here."

Gerard's jaw clenched, and you cringed internally at the sheer awkwardness of the encounter. "I'm sober now," he informed Brent, "I don't touch that shit anymore."

Brent laughed dismissively. "Dude, you? Do you even remember the last Warped tour? I'll give it 2 days before you're lying face down in the bushes again." he laughed as if he had just said something hilarious.

You were livid, and Gerard was on edge. You decided to step in when you noticed his knuckles turn white from clenching his coke can.

You moved slightly, ready to get between them. "Hey you know what? I'd really love a coke right now too. Mind showing me where they are?" you looked pleadingly at Gerard. He took the hint.

"Follow me."

You gave a curt wave to Brent, who looked on in confusion before continuing his drinking binge.

You stepped outside, and the sounds from the party behind you became a faint, thumping buzz in the background. You were both silent for a moment before you decided to break the ice.

"So that guy was a dick."

Gerard's scowl turned into a thin, lopsided smirk. Your heart melted a bit. "Yeah. I just realized some of these people are only tolerable when I'm drunk."

Stop. Move away. You don't need a distraction like this. You tried to scold yourself but words kept escaping from your lips, prolonging the encounter.

"This is my first time doing Warped Tour, but I'm assuming these parties are pretty much never-ending?"

Gerard pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "Oh yeah, its every night for some of these bands. You're in for an interesting experience." You looked at him for a moment, perhaps for a bit too long. You had never seen anyone look so beautiful while surrounded by clouds of smoke.

"Yoohoooo! Y/N!" you heard the hollering of a clearly tipsy Gavin call from the doorway of the next trailer. "Where'd you go? The night is young! Get back here!"

You sighed. "That's my cue. Well actually that's my bassist, but he'll never let me live it down if I don't go back in there."

Gerard turned his head to the side and exhaled. "Catch you around. Next time you need rescuing from a douche-bag just light the bat signal."

You gave him a soft smile, forcing yourself to turn away and walk back to the trailer. As you did, you whispered aloud to yourself as a reminder:

"No distractions. No boys."

#gerard way x reader #gerard way fanfic #my chemical romance fanfiction #fanfic

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pffbts · 5 years

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Hey loveee, can I request for an imagine where yoongi tells me what this year could just be another year of suffering,but only good things will come out of it? I hope this doesn't sound to werid or bad or anything, it's mainly for comfort if I were to be honest with u. Love u!!

―genre: fluff; angst; crack.

―characters: yoongi x female reader | no supporting character.

―w.c: 2.6 K

―author`s note: on the eve of the day before turning 19, i somehow felt connected to this request – somehow it felt close to heart. thank you to the beautiful anon who requested this. i hope i can touch you through my words. consider this as my birthday treat for you! much love

[11:53 PM] [the sakuras scattered under the wholesome night sky filled with stars for a new season, someone under the warm fuzzy blanket squeezes another`s]

― as usual, the warm baby blue coloured blanket smelled of you. yoongi`s face contorted to a smile getting born under the board daylight through the windows of his room. he called each night with you an unfinished business due at some corner of his existence. this was difficult. time has always been difficult with min yoongi. taking a toll on his words and thoughts, he flourishes in the thoughts that he might try again, just for the sake of you. getting up and on reflex feeling the strain of his neck, yoongi groaned at the warm sunlight which suddenly felt like balls of fire against his pale skin.

he couldn`t be too forward with you but he wanted to try again – try telling you that this new year that awaits for you will come in terms of normality. he wanted to wish that this year of 19 would turn somehow better than ever. this is the year both of you are graduating from school and as the seasons greets, soon you`ll be in some university probably away from each other.

he searched for his phone to catch the time. it read 08:45 AM. shoot, yoongi hissed, he has already wasted a number of precious hours lying on his futon thinking about skin damage and anxiety of being around you.

while taking a warm shower, yoongi started washing the skin of his hands, his chest – half of his face got clouded when he heard an imaginary you clutching onto your stomach and laughing at his skin treatment. ugh, what do you understand about skin treatment and keeping things clean? mindlessly, he showered successfully.

walking out of his house, he was greeted by a cloudy sky and the floating of the cherry blossoms in the air.

“so tomorrow`s spring, huh?”

yoongi looked to his left to find you in your long tracks, blue t-shirt and a cap, kicking the closest cherry blossom tree at its base. sighing internally, yoongi wondered, how can someone like you be born on the starting of people`s favourite season – spring?

“yes! aren`t you relieved?” yoongi started, walking towards you.

“not exactly. it`s just another season.”

of course, you wouldn`t be excited. yoongi knew it all along. it was just for a second he thought you might answer something different this time. after all, it`s your 19th birthday the next day which also according to this year`s calendar schedule is the starting of spring.

“we don`t have to suffer the extreme cold. that`s a relieve factor.” then, sizing up his thoughts, yoongi proceeded with the next words, “but someone here likes the cold too much, i guess.”

“yoongi.”

“yes, yes. i know. don`t get so worked up.”

typically as long as yoongi`s vivid memory goes, you were not completely this cold all the time. not until the death of your parents in a plane crash came down on you. it`s been exactly ten years since your 9th birthday that you`ve heard the heart-wrenching news of their death. before that very day, you were just like any other girl of the neighbourhood who liked flowers, who liked tying her hair in pretty braids. yoongi recalled how you loved the french braids the most. you were just like any other person who liked wearing the traditional outfits for any special occasion. you were like any other person who waited for spring to come because then you also get to celebrate it along with your birthday.

but the 9th year of your life made your world upside down and you ran back to your room waiting for a storm to come and blow you away. you walked away from yourself, from being any other normal human being. you started cutting your hair off, wearing boyish clothes, threw away your pretty sandals and opted for sneakers and vans. slowly, you erased everyone`s memory of the you which they saw growing up since the baby days.

10 years later, you`re still the same and the only one who accepted you for what you were and for what you became was yoongi – the next door boy who grew up along with you, going to the same class in the same school.

yoongi tried saying it every year during this time that the next year will bring something different. but every time he did he would get the cold shoulder from you in return resulting in his successful failure. the spirits of spring sigh every year at his efforts and showers his front yard with cherry blossoms just to console his aching heart.

“yoongi?” a hand which previously looked like fog started becoming clearer in front of his vision. jumping on his feet, yoongi shot a stunt look at you. “where are you, yoon?”

“earth.”

“better. i thought you teleported yourself to Neptune.”

suddenly yoongi realized, the still presently aged 18 years old you have started walking with your back facing him at a distance.

“wait! where are you going? wait for me!”

yoongi ran. as fast as he could to catch up with the same story he writes each year. this year he wanted you to remember that things do change and when they do, the sun won`t suddenly feel like the sun, instead, it would feel like the planets have gathered up for a casual visit with you. when it happens, he`ll always go back to you even if it breaks his heart.

“next spot – karaoke!” a red-faced, half-drunk in soju yoongi announced. sipping the regular coke from the straw, you shook your head disapproving of his plan in silence.

even though his face dropped, he demanded an explanation. then he told you to forget about giving an explanation instead he started lecturing you about how you`re just wasting the youthful days of your life and that you`re already someone in their 60s. then he proceeded to tease you about how your grandparents with whom you live at present are much more joyful than you.

slamming the cup of coke with a force on the spot of the table in front of you, you got up from your seat and pointed a strict finger at the middle of your friend`s brows.

“because unlike you, min yoongi, you`re still living the life.” pulling the finger away, you stared into his wide feline-like eyes, “consider me dead at this point, hun. i`ve been dead for the last ten years, okay? don`t try to do something that`s universally impossible to gain.”

stories. min yoongi has been writing stories for a long time. each year he tries to erase half of their sentences and joins new words to make up for all the things he missed out the previous years. every year he collects sakuras and tried to make it into something of some shape. but then your words strike his motive and he realizes, sakuras are not clay and even clay can`t form any shape if we don`t have waters.

somehow he wants to talk it out with you. but every word that gets thrown to the air in-between both of you, they build up to that moment of rebel where they break apart from your force.

the view in front of him turned into a fog but his ears were still untempted and so he heard the loud, frantic footsteps of your boots on the wooden floor retreating back to the exit and slowly as the sound fades in the air, his vision clears and he finds himself with his forehead resting against the table, his shoulders shaking.

“boys don`t cry, yoon!” a seven-year-old you once said that to him when yoongi fell on the gravel path while coming home from school and got a scratch on his knee. the blood which was seeping out looked too bright on his pale skin.

yoongi`s fist slammed the table beside his head and he felt the warm tears overflowing from his eyes. you always had it wrong. min yoongi always cried because somehow he still couldn`t find how to save you. he has been a useless human being in your life. maybe, maybe it wouldn`t even matter. even if he leaves the town, maybe you`ll not even miss him.

so he cried. if he`s the one who should be crying in that case then he will.

yoongi ran back to you – his eyes red, his emotions out of line and the stories flying here and there. tonight as the town closes in for the preparation of the new season tomorrow, he wants to let you know everything. everything that he has to build up till to this day. he is going to throw all his intuitions and his old, crappy stories. he`s going to write to a new verse, new poems celebrating them with you, even if that mean it would receive silence and empty gaps of air from you.

pulling out his phone from his pant`s pocket and almost stumbling into his room, he texted you to come over. this could go anywhere, yoongi knew this very well. but he still went for it.

after the longest ten minutes in the world, you came into his room and sat Indian style in front of his bed, your shoulder blades pressed against the mattress and wood. a half-asleep yoongi got up from his place in bed and sat there facing the same wall, almost mimicking your posture.

“if you called me to confess about your deep-shit feelings for me, then let me inform you, i`m not into dicks.”

yoongi squeaked at this new out of no-where information from you.

“you`re gay?” lunging forward yoongi tried reading your expression which was really difficult as it was only moonlight in his room. “when did this happen?”

“i`m kidding, idiot.” you replied, your voice sounds like it`s already bored telling the same thing repeatedly.

“thanks jesus. you almost gave me a stroke.”

yoongi, suddenly remembering what was his initial plan, he jolted up, sitting back straight and cleared his throat, “anyway, you can somehow call this a confession too but it`s not anything romantic just so you know.”

“yes, i remembered saying that i would cut your dick off if you ever leak your romantic juice on me, so i guess i can trust you on that.”

jeez, yoongi squeezed his eyes shut for a second, this conversation has already turned into a dark fiction. he just wanted to stay true to his feelings and not get threatened of getting his dick cut off. this girl, he sighed.

“i just…just listen to me out, okay?” he started still questioning. why was he still questioning himself? he didn`t know obviously because he has always been the bad one in accepting the reality, i guess. “i`m not saying this because you`re turning 19 in one hour.”he knew, he just knew that you had glanced at the digital clock sitting on his cupboard pushed against the same wall both of you were facing. not even giving himself a chance to smile, he continued, “i`m just telling you that, you`ll probably suffer a lot this year. maybe this year pain will come in many different ways – much different than the way it had always come at you, at us. but you must know that there will always be a sunray trying to battle its way through the dark clouds. there`ll always be a flower which will bloom in the sidewalks just to let the passerby know that they exist too.”

“let`s just say that we will definitely suffer a lot and that we will cry a lot. maybe not you. maybe it will mostly be me, but i`ll cry a lot. i promise even if it`s for both of us. i hope you know that there are some people in your life who still wants you to live and exist like any other person in the world. i want to tell you that you`re not dead to me, instead, you`ve always been more than alive to me than anyone in my world. of course i love you. i love you a lot to not let you suffer alone because just know that anywhere you go, i`ll go with you. if you find solace in your washroom, crying silently then i`ll be there on the other side of the door, crying with you. if you ever want to laugh even if it is all silly and not needed, i`ll laugh with you.”

yoongi`s voice rose with each passing second, his voice almost grew numb at the choice of words and the emotions that they carried but then he felt light in his chest. for the first time this year, on this last hour of pre-spring, last hour of his friend`s 18th year, he wasn`t making up white lies instead he was overflowing with emotions. he could almost feel himself floating in them.

you, on the other hand, were scared. you were scared for yoongi`s next words and mostly scared to look at his face. because you believed that if you stare at him now, you will lose your sight. he must be glowing right now. he must have become the brightest thing in this room right now and you were scared for the first time to meet his eyes.

“so, yes. i love you, a lot. maybe you`ll get a boyfriend after you leave for college and then a husband after that but this fool right here will always love you and it`s not romantic, okay? you understand? this is not romantic.”

yoongi didn`t even put you in the seat of mercy. he just let you be what you wanted under his gaze and when you got up from your place, screaming, your face tainted with overflowing warm tears, you hit him hard everywhere you could. falling against his bed, both of you cried like there was no tomorrow. you cried with everything that you got. it was like giving birth to a new life, it was like chicks hatching out of their shell – you felt the pain seeping out of you and another set of lungs being replaced in place of the old ones cause they couldn`t function. they weren`t capable of the pain that shot through you.

the clock on his cupboard read 11:53 PM. seven minutes and it will be a new spring. a new day, a new year for the person soundly sleeping beside him, your head resting on the expanse of his chest, your hand resting on the side of his right cheek and another entangled with yoongi`s. the blankets lost the battle to you and to min yoongi, the new cherry blossoms that fell in his front yard looked like heaven`s call for a year that would bring the best spring of your life.

at the end of the day, you are the only spring that matters to him.

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lawyerd · 5 years

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could you share more about your law school environment?:o i want to go into law also, but not big law. i’ve never heard of a school with a program like yours, but it sounds really nice

Yeah, I like it a lot aha. I really don’t think a traditional law school environment would have been for me. I hear some horror stories about other law schools and I am genuinely appalled. I think my non-traditional school is a huge part of the reason I enjoy law school more than most of law school tumblr. It’s a very different experience when you don’t feel like you’re being attacked on all sides by your peers.

(As a reminder, I am willing to share where I go to school, just not to people who ask on anon!! I feel weird publishing it on my main blog, but I’ll tell you privately. So if you want to know the name, message me off anon and I’ll get back to you, but probably not until tomorrow - it’s already past my bedtime)

My school is extremely politically liberal and extremely public interest-oriented, so it tends to be a lot of like-minded students working for causes they’re interested in. There are ALSO a good number of big law students, don’t get me wrong, like all law schools, we do send most of our graduates into private practice, but we also graduate like three times as many public interest students as your average law school, so we’re considered a “public interest school” (I was a tour guide last summer so I vaguely remember these things). Our students also have a public interest requirement to graduate and all 1L students complete a year-long social justice project with a team of like ten other students. Mine was EXTREMELY cool - I worked with the New England Innocence Project to determine if an applicant for their services was actually factually innocent - but I’ve heard some people had projects that well, sucked lol.

Our students aren’t ranked and our grading system is extremely odd. Instead of a letter grade, we get a written evaluation of our performance. We didn’t use to get grades at all, but they added honorifics a few years before I started because it looks better to big law employers, I think lol. But it’s not a numeric letter grade, so we don’t have GPAs. Local employers are familiar with the system so it doesn’t impede anyone trying to get a job in this area, but I have heard that not having a GPA or a rank can be an impediment to getting a job outside of MA. But as I mentioned in my last post, it makes the school a far more collaborative and far less cutthroat competitive environment. Students aren’t stepping on each other to succeed. Most professors don’t even grade on a curve.

Possibly to make up for our weird grades, we have a ridiculously huge emphasis on practical training. For a long time we were the #1 practical training school in the country (we might still be? I genuinely haven’t looked) Our first year runs on a normal law school calendar, and then we transition to a quarter system for 2L and 3L and are in school year-round. We alternate between classes and internships on a quarterly basis, so by the time you graduate, you have four quarters of upper-level classes and four full-time internships. So 2x internships as other students. But that comes with sacrifices because our academic quarters are shorter and let me just tell you, completing what should be 15 weeks worth of course work in eleven weeks is ~~~~~not great~~~~~ But I mean, when I graduate I’ll have 4+ (can also do part-time internships for independent study) legal internships on my resume alongside all the other typical law school experiences, like law review and clinics. Oh, and our 1st-year project technically counts as a clinic? Anyway, yeah, lots of experience. That’s a part of why I chose this school specifically, actually - I felt really unprepared for the working world when I graduated college and I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let that happen again with law school.

If you know you really want to do big law, this probably isn’t the school for you. Like I said, we send a good amount of students into big law every year, but I’m sure it’s easier to get your foot in the door to certain places when you know…you have a GPA lol. But I want to do public interest work and public interest employers are WAY more lax about that kind of thing.

Truthfully, I haven’t shared many details about my school online because I know it’s non-traditional and I didn’t want anyone getting hyper salty that our grading system isn’t as draining as a traditional law school and roasting me for not getting a “real” law school experience or something. So I’ll just throw in here at the bottom that we do very well for ourselves. I have a competitive internship with a federal judge and each of my friends who is interested in big law landed summer associates for the summer. I’m hoping to clerk out of graduation and honestly, my prospects are looking great. Our ranking is average - not great, but certainly not terrible - but our admission stats are competitive and we have the second highest bar passage rate in the state, after Harvard, of course. We’ve got a ton of notable alumni - including some EXTREMELy exciting progressive politicians and DAs - and our career services office is actually very helpful. Cold calling is still terrible and law review is just as back-breaking at my school as it is anywhere else and classes are equally rigorous, we just all tend to work together, instead of against each other, which makes things more bearable.

#ask

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chibinekochan · 7 years

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Hi! Sorry to bother you. It's my birthday tomorrow and I was wondering how would the RFA+V+Saeran react to an MC who forgot her own birthday?

You never brother meanon !

Happy prebirthday toyou I hope you will have a very lovely day !

I assume they allknow it´s your birthday I hope that is okay for you.

Zen

He was a bitsurprised that you not mentioned your own birthday even when it wasslowly coming closer.

Zen just brushes itoff though and prepares a birthday party for you anyway.

You where reallybusy before your birthday so somehow you forgot and when the daycomes and Zen is extra sweet to her in the morning you have no ideawhy.

Zen gives you apresent and you are just really surprised.

You think he is justbeing super sweet till he wishes you a happy birthday and you tellhim that you forgot.

Zen is reallyshocked about that like how can you forget the most imported day onearth.

To you the day ismaybe not that important but to him it is.

Zen will make surethat from now on you never forget that it´s your birthday again.

Yoosung

He has it marked onhis calendar with a huge star for what ever reason you think it mightbe for a game or something.

But no you forgotyour own birthday.

Yoosung bakes a cakein the evening and you just don´t know why

He is also hidingsomething you that makes you feel bad you just go to bed withouttelling him what is bothering you.

When you get up inthe morning you are a bit grumpy and then you see the decorations.

Have you forgotten aholiday ? Oh no was it something imported you panic a bit.

You walk to thekitchen and see Yoosung smiling at you and wishing you a happybirthday and then it hits you.

It was today !! Youcompletely forgot you almost cry because Yoosung is such a cutie hegot you the think you always wanted and you tear up.

Yoosung thinks hedid something wrong but you tell him how sweet he is and that makeshim so happy.

Jaehee

Youmade sure to remember her birthday since you knew she would forgetotherwise.

Yourown birthday on the other hand you forgot it just was not reallyimported to you.

Jaeheehad marked it down and even took a day off to celebrate with you.

Younot mention your birthday so Jaehee thinks its just not a big deal toyou just as much as her own birthday is no bid deal to her.

Shespends much rather just time with you anyways.

Youtwo meet up for a dinner on your birthday she wishes you a happybirthday and then you remember it was today !!!!!!

Youforgot Jaehee is surprised too since you made such a effort for heron her birthday like how could you forget such a imported day.

Youremind Jaehee that she would forget her own birthday too and shereally can not disagree with that so you make a pact to make surethat neither of you forgets their birthday again.

Jumin

Hewould make a national holiday for your birthday if he could but sincehe can´t he settles with preparing a unforgettable day just for you.

Hetells you to take the day off and you do but he does not mention whyand you just think he has some sort of date planned.

Theday comes closer and you are exited for what ever Jumin has up hissleeve.

Ofcourse he thinks its because of your birthday.

Oncethe day comes he wakes you up and you two have breakfast.

Thenyou take his private yet and have some nice day on the beach

– orwhat ever location you prefer-

Onceits time for dinner he has booked the entire restaurant just for youits so romantic everywhere are candles and there is a orchestraplaying.

Itsjust so sweet you wounder why he did all of this and then he askedyou “Do you have a pleasant Birthday my love?” and then yousuddenly remember.

Afteryou tell him that you forgot your own birthday he is really shockedyou can not forget such imported thinks.

Hewill think about making it a national holiday once again but he can´tso he will just make public announcements a week ahead so you arereminded of it.

Youwill never forget your birthday again.

707

Sincehe knows everything about you he makes sure to not forget yourbirthday.

Nomatter if he is really busy with his job he has a reminder in hiscomputer and his smartphone.

Hewill prepare a huge surprise party for you he planned to pretend thathe forgot just to be like bam party.

Wellsince you forgot it does not brother you but it sticks him as a bitodd but maybe you are trolling him.

Heteases you about the upcoming day you think he is joking or he planssome sort of prank.

Whenthe day comes you have no reaction to him not wishing you a happybirthday that upsets him a bit.

Butmaybe you figured his plan out maybe you are an better actor then hethinks he is impressed with that thought.

Thenhe tells you you two are going out - out in the real world shock-

youarrive at the location its dark till they lights turn on and all yourfriends and faily are their and the RFA.

Youare so surprised you are screaming from shock and then you are justreally happy.

Theirseven figures out you literary had forgotten your own birthday !

Sevenwill make sure you remember it in the future he will set up acountdown that counts all the days down till your next birthday.

Justso he can troll you proper next year

He made sure right away to remember such animported day it was one of the first thinks he asked Saeyoung.

V makes sure that you will have a special day andhe would do nothing rather then spending it with you.

You are happy when he invites you to have somedinner with him even when you don´t know why.

You really look forward to it you even buy a brandnew outfit for him.

He is waiting in front of the restaurant for youwith flowers.

It so sweet of him you thank him and when hewishes you a happy birthday you are surprised.

Was that today? Wait yeah it is how could youforget ? You feel stupid but V remembered it what is very sweet.

He feels bad that you forgot it and he makes surethat the rest of this special day is really good for you.

Vspends the whole rest of the day with you and it feels really specialto you.

Hewill give you a friendly reminder a week before your next birthday soyou remember it this time.

Ifyou forget it again he will make sure to remember it for you and makeit special again.

Skipthis one for spoilers

Saeran

Hewas never keen on holidays after anything that happened to him.

Butyour birthday is really important to him since you became the lightof his life.

Hewants to make a effort to repay you for your kindness he plans a datefor you two since he wants to show you that he is capable of doingnormal thinks.

Youkeep telling him that you are happy as it is with him but of courseyou look forward to having a date with him in public.

Youhad no idea it was a birthday date but it was super special for you.

Saeranavoided people by being in a quiet area of a park with you you hadsome icecream even when it was still cold outside.

Itwas a nice and quit date but you really enjoyed your time with him heliked being outside with you and you where hoping that you could dothis more often with him.

Hewasks you if that is your birthday wish you are really surprised bythat question.

Thenit hits you it´s your birthday and you completely forgot it !

Saeranis just as surprised as you are like really you forgot how could youit´s your own birthday.

Itsso important to him now but you just forgot how dare you !

Heis not actual mad just really shocked you then just tell him thatyour actual birthday wish is to be with him and you got that.

Hefinds that so sweet of you he almost cries you end up holding hishand till you are back home.

#mystic messenger #mysme #request #anon #zen #yoosung #jaehee #jumin #v #707 #saeyoung #seven #luciel #saeran

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twitchyblondeferret · 7 years

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200. 155, 23 ,54

@nayt-hollowbeak asked me to do them all and a different anon asked me to do 186 so here’s all of them!

200: My crush’s name is: I don’t think I have one right now. Which is odd for me.199: I was born in: 1997198: I am really: unremarkable197: My cellphone company is: Verizon196: My eye color is: Brown195: My shoe size is: 8194: My ring size is: No clue193: My height is: 5′4.5192: I am allergic to: pineapple191: My 1st car was: Chevy Malibu190: My 1st job was: Office Depot cashier189: Last book you read: Max Ride188: My bed is: Lovely187: My pets: are a Cockapoo named Tonks, a Bichon Frise (according to my sister) named Dobby, a Siamese kitten who has yet to be named, and a Yorkie named Cleo (sort of)186: My best friend: is Jesus. And also Morgan185: My favorite shampoo is: whatever is in my shower at any given moment184: Xbox or ps3: I do not video game183: Piggy banks are: kinda useless. I always spend my money before it can accumulate.182: In my pockets: Don’t have any right now181: On my calendar: Doctor, homework, theatre stuff, dentist180: Marriage is: a goal for me I guess.179: Spongebob can: die in a hole. 178: My mom: works really damn hard.177: The last three songs I bought were? You think I buy music? Ha176: Last YouTube video watched: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_v8LF-YWKfo175: How many cousins do you have? So damn many174: Do you have any siblings? 2 sisters173: Are your parents divorced? Nope172: Are you taller than your mom? Yep171: Do you play an instrument? Nah170: What did you do yesterday? Work, cry, go home, rehearse[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: Fuck no168: Luck: Maybe?167: Fate: Nah166: Yourself: Ha165: Aliens: Totally164: Heaven: Nope163: Hell: No162: God: Nein161: Horoscopes: Niet160: Soul mates: Uh uh.159: Ghosts: I’m running out of ways to say no.158: Gay Marriage: Yep157: War: No156: Orbs: ?155: Magic: Magic isn’t real read a book.[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: Hugs153: Drunk or High: Neither152: Phone or Online: Online151: Red heads or Black haired: Black haired150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes149: Hot or cold: Cold148: Summer or winter: Summer147: Autumn or Spring: Spring146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla145: Night or Day: Night144: Oranges or Apples: Apples143: Curly or Straight hair: Either142: McDonalds or Burger King: Burger King141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk Chocolate140: Mac or PC: Chrome iOS139: Flip flops or high heals: Heels138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: This question is too vague and I refuse to answer it137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke136: Hillary or Obama: Obama135: Burried or cremated: Cremated134: Singing or Dancing: Suck at both but prefer singing133: Coach or Chanel: Neither132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: Who?131: Small town or Big city: Big City130: Wal-Mart or Target: My heart says Target but my wallet says Walmart129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben Stiller128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure127: East Coast or West Coast: East. New England FTW126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas125: Chocolate or Flowers: Flowers124: Disney or Six Flags: DISNEY123: Yankees or Red Sox: Who cares....[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: what is it good for..absolutely nothing..121: George Bush: “The question is, is our children learning”120: Gay Marriage: Why shouldn’t people marry whomever the fuck they please119: The presidential election: Ugh118: Abortion: You do you. I hope I don’t ever have to go through one but as I never want to have children, who knows.117: MySpace: I think it’s really only used for bands and stuff now?116: Reality TV: I like some competition shows but that’s about it.115: Parents: I mean mine are good114: Back stabbers: Um. They’re not good?113: Ebay: I don’t fucking know? Why are these so weird?112: Facebook: I use it fairly often.111: Work: My job sucks but hey I got almost $300 today110: My Neighbors: Don’t know em109: Gas Prices: So high108: Designer Clothes: Don’t care107: College: Sucks106: Sports: Boring105: My family: large? Loud? Occasionally fun?104: The future: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: Like an hour and a half ago102: Last time you ate: around 6 hours ago101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Wednesday100: Cried in front of someone: Yesterday99: Went to a movie theater: Like a week and a half ago98: Took a vacation: November97: Swam in a pool: Last August96: Changed a diaper: It’s been years95: Got my nails done:Ummmm. Last summer I think94: Went to a wedding: I don’t remember93: Broke a bone: Never have92: Got a peircing: When I was like 6 weeks old91: Broke the law: On my drive home?90: Texted: 10 minutes ago[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: I dunno88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: My dog87: The last movie I saw: Chicago86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: the sweet release of death?85: The thing im not looking forward to: the continuation of life?84: People call me: um. My name?83: The most difficult thing to do is: Literally everything. I’m bad at all of it.82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: Nope81: My zodiac sign is: Capricorn80: The first person i talked to today was: My mom79: First time you had a crush: Kindergarten78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: Nobody.77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Oooo rehearsal today. Morgan and Justin get me when it comes to those fucking kids.76: Right now I am talking to: Rene75: What are you going to do when you grow up: teach theatre74: I have/will get a job: Have one?73: Tomorrow: Work 9-5:30 Rehearsal 5-9. Cause that’ll work.72: Today: Work, school, Olive Garden, rehearsal, airport, home71: Next Summer: Fuck if I know.70: Next Weekend: Work and perform69: I have these pets: see 18768: The worst sound in the world: Styrofoam.67: The person that makes me cry the most is: My ex. Fucker.66: People that make you happy: There are quite a few of them65: Last time I cried: Yesterday.64: My friends are: Annoying as a fuck. But oh well.63: My computer is: refusing to acknowledge that its has a built in camera62: My School: sucks61: My Car: is a mess60: I lose all respect for people who: are assholes for no reason59: The movie I cried at was: All of them?58: Your hair color is: Brown57: TV shows you watch: Shameless, Gilmore Girls, Riverdale, Jane the Virgin56: Favorite web site: this hellhole55: Your dream vacation: Backpack across Europe54: The worst pain I was ever in was: I’ve never experienced extreme physical pain.53: How do you like your steak cooked: Medium Rare52: My room is: also a mess51: My favorite celebrity is: Emma Watson50: Where would you like to be: Disneyland49: Do you want children: No48: Ever been in love: Unfortunately47: Who’s your best friend: See 18646: More guy friends or girl friends: Guy45: One thing that makes you feel great is: being on stage44: One person that you wish you could see right now: none of them. I need to avoid people 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: I don’t even have a 5 day plan.42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: No41: Have you pre-named your children: I mean I’ve had names picked for years but I don’t want to use them40: Last person I got mad at: myself39: I would like to move to: Anaheim38: I wish I was a professional: actor[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: I’m not huge on candy36: Vehicle: Classic matte black Charger35: President: Obama34: State visited: New York33: Cellphone provider: Um. I’ve only had the one32: Athlete: Don’t care31: Actor: So many30: Actress: Same as above29: Singer: Brendon Urie28: Band: Panic! At the Disco (see what I did there?)27: Clothing store: Forever 2126: Grocery store: Um? Walmart I guess?25: TV show: Gilmore Girls24: Movie: So many23: Website: This one22: Animal: Otters and meerkats21: Theme park: Disneyland20: Holiday: Thanksgiving19: Sport to watch: Football?18: Sport to play: Fuck no17: Magazine: None of them?16: Book: Harry Potter15: Day of the week: Friday?14: Beach: Um. No clue13: Concert attended: I have a hard time at concerts12: Thing to cook: Sweet and Sour Chicken11: Food: Sushi or Gyros10: Restaurant: Sunny’s Sushi or Zinos9: Radio station: 99.9 I guess8: Yankee candle scent: Um7: Perfume: UM6: Flower: Lily5: Color: Blue or black4: Talk show host: Ellen?3: Comedian: Gabriel Iglesias2: Dog breed: Poodle1: Did you answer all these truthfully? I think so?

I’m sorry that some are sarcastic? Just the mood I’m in I guess

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