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bangtan-madi · 4 years

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All Of Our Lifetimes — Four: Spicy Ramen

Pairing — Taehyung x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Taehyung, husband!Taehyung reincarnation au, lovers to strangers and to lovers again, established relationship, implied soulmate au

Genre — fluff, angst, crime (ish)

Word Count — 3.5k

Summary — Does love ever truly end, or does it simply take another form in a new life? The cycle is like clockwork: your lives end and you’re reborn again. You’ve lived it over and over. Each cycle, one of you loses your memories and is tragically unaware until the other finds and awakens their lover. After all these eons, all these lifetimes, is it possible to find each other again—even when neither of you awakens with your memories?

Part — 4 / 15

Warnings — language

A/N — Taglist has been added to the bottom of the post. It’s open for anyone who wants to be added! Comment, message, or ask and I’ll get you on there :)

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That night, you dream a different dream.

It's not full of death or murder, of the art museum or the crimson fountain, of fear and loss. This dream is full of new love and wishes, of magic and freedom, of Paris and the Chateau. It ends with a kiss instead of blood. It leaves you feeling rested instead of exhausted.

And it's the first time it's happened in this lifetime.

You wake, not in a cold sweat but in a hazy daze, with a tingling sensation on your lips. And despite the justifications you try to use to make sense of it all, that feeling remains there the whole morning.

It's enough to distract you for hours. From brushing your teeth to crossing the street to grabbing coffee, you're frazzled and dreamy all at once.

"Say you'll come. Say you'll run away with me."

His words echo over and over in your mind. The boy in last night's dream, though younger than you've seen him, is the exact same one as you usually see. And he's Kim Taehyung. You might've been doubting yourself before, but this time you're sure of it.

"I'll go anywhere with you."

Your resolve strengthens as you enter Big Hit HQ, scanning your employee badge to gain access to the elevator. You did make the right choice to move to Seoul, to get this job, to risk it all for answers. Half of you had started to believe you were going insane...but after that dream?

You haven't lost your mind. In fact, you're closer to having a full grasp on the truth than you've ever been.

The morning passes quickly, and eventually, you're able to muster enough focus to get some of your to-dos handled early on. The office is almost completely bare on Sunday. You weren't surprised; most of your coworkers were probably at home relaxing, enjoying their last day off before the Monday madness. But you knew this coming week was going to pick up due to Map of the Soul: 7. If you could go down the list and get ahead of the curve, you knew that future-[Y/n] would thank you by Wednesday.

What you don't expect is to have Director Hyeon pop her head into your office just as you settle back into your chair with a cup of instant noodles.

"Knock knock!" she announces cheerily, eying your lunch. "Sorry, didn't realize you'd taken lunch. I can come back—"

You shake your head and put your chopsticks down. "—No, please! What can I help you with, Director?"

"You're part of the Big Hit family now, call me Misun," she insists with a smile. "I was actually hoping I might find you here. I have a few people I want you to meet, and the baren weekend office is absolutely perfect. Can you spare a few minutes?"

"Um, sure!"

You push away from your desk and follow the petite woman to the common area down the hall. It's a space with cafeteria tables, lounge chairs, and a full kitchen for staff to use on their breaks. Usually, it's packed full of people for the two hour period around which most people take their lunch. However, due to the weekend, it seems that only a handful of people are using it.

But today's handful isn't your usual coworkers. You recognize most of them, but not from work. Well, not exactly.

Your legs freeze and your eyes go wide, realizing that the entire band has decided to make themselves at home in the lounge and prep for a mid-day meal. Jin and Jungkook are puttering on the other side of the counter, searching the cabinets for pots and pans. Jimin and Taehyung are unloading a few bags worth of groceries onto the island. Namjoon is talking with two older men, whom you assume are their mangers. Hoseok and Yoongi are sitting on the bar stools at the island, laughing abut something on Hoseok's phone.

The entire group is oblivious to your entrance, but Misun waves down one of the older men and pulls him from his conversation with Namjoon. She gestures to you as he approaches.

"Sejin, this is [Y/n] [Y/l/n]," she introduces. "She's our new production assistant. [Y/n], this is Kim Sejin. He's the band's primary manager."

Sejin flashes a smile and casually bows as a greeting. "Nice to meet you, [Y/n]."

You mirror his polite gesture. "Likewise, Manager Sejin."

"I was hoping that Sejin might be able to introduce you to the boys," Misun explains. "That way you can get to know them before we start filming next week."

"I saw that on the schedule," you add. "That's for 'Run,' right?"

Misun nods. "I know it's only your second week, but it would be good for you to get a feel of the production side. No better place to do that then in the chaos that is 'Run BTS!'"

"I agree," Sejin says. "Especially since we all have to fly out on the 18th to go back to the U.S. for the Grammys and their various public appearances. Fallon, Corden, it's going to be a busy few weeks. And I just found out that a couple of the assistants we usually take are unavailable. I was hoping, if you think you're ready, you might be willing to come to America with us?"

He ends it as a question, clearly giving you the option to say no. Realizing this is the best chance to get the answers you're searching for, you smile confidently and give an assured nod.

"You can count on me. Besides, I speak both languages fluently. I could be more than just a production assistant."

"Then it's settled!" Misun claps her hands, catching the attention of some of the boys, who give various looks of intrigue. "Sejin, get everyone acquainted. Even if it's just for a half-hour if your schedule allows nothing else. I have a committee meeting to get to, so I'll leave you with that."

As Misun exits the room, Sejin nods his head towards the rest of the group, a polite smile on his face. "C'mon. I'll introduce you."

You swallow visibly, your gaze shifting from the manager to the boys in the background. Particularly to the one already looking intently your way. Curly dark hair and deep brown eyes, you'd know this particular face anywhere.

"Everyone," Sejin calls, getting the attention of the others, particularly to Jungkook and Jin who are bickering over how to properly cook ramen, "I have someone I want you to meet." He gestures to you. "This is [Y/n] [Y/l/n]. She was hired last week as a production assistant. She's going to be on-scene for tomorrow's Run filming, and she's going to come with us to the States."

He turns back to you and gestures to each of the boys in turn. "[Y/n], these are Kim Seokjin, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok, and Kim Taehyung. And the wonderful man behind them is Song Hobeom, another of the band's managers. You'll be working with him a lot as well."

Each of the boys waves politely, and some say hello aloud. They seem a bit shy and reserved, which isn't something you expected from them—if you expected anything at all.

You return the gesture, flashing a small smile and saying, "Nice to meet you all," in your best natural, Seoul dialect. God, you wanted to make a good first impression.

"Are you American?" Seokjin asks abruptly.

Jimin turns to the eldest member with wide eyes, muttering something along the lines of, "Don't be so rude." Yoongi merely rolls his eyes at his hyung, and Hoseok gives an apologetic look in your direction.

"No, it's okay," you reply, knowing that you probably were going to get this question at some point, despite your efforts. "I am. I only moved to Seoul a little over a week ago, but don't let my looks fool you. I've been speaking Korean for years."

"She's fluent in both languages," Sejin nods. "I see her being a huge help, especially to you, Namjoon."

Namjoon is the first to walk over and greet you with a wide grin, showing off his dimples in the process. He extends his hand in an American-style greeting, obviously happy to meet you half-way.

"Welcome to Seoul," he states in perfect English, his accent slightly lilted in a region you can't quite specify. "I hope we haven't put you off too badly already, but if you can forgive our—" he nods over his shoulder towards Seokjin, "—brashness, then I have to say: you and your bilingual skills are more than welcome here."

His comment makes you chuckle as you retract your hand. Seeing that everything is going well, the managers take their leave to their respective offices, telling them they need to work out a few more details for the shoot tomorrow.

Already feeling more at ease, you change your language to his as to reciprocate the same respect. "I'm sure you get pretty damn tired translating all the time."

The lilac-haired man groans and slouches his shoulders. "You have no idea!" Turning towards the group, he waves you over. "Misun mentioned something about interrupting your lunch break as she left. Jin and Jungkook make the best ramen. As an apology, join us for lunch?"

"Hope she can take the heat," Seokjin chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows. "I've found that most Americans aren't used to Korean-level spices."

You cross your arms and flash a confident look. "Is that a challenge?"

"It is if you want it to be."

Jungkook groans, "Hyung, be nice!"

At that, Seokjin merely rolls his eyes.

"Keep rolling your eyes," Yoongi chimes in with a smirk. "Maybe you'll find a brain up there."

Before the eldest can muster a sarcastic response to the next-oldest member's comment, you shake your head. "No, no, I got this. My best friend at home is Korean-American, so I basically grew up with Korean food through her. I'm used to it."

Both Jimin and Hoseok give cheers of approval, the latter pulling out a stool for you to sit on between him and Taehyung. You gladly take the chair but are off-put by Taehyung's continued silence and apprehensive aura. He continues to throw glances your way, the odd expression never quite leaving his face, though he attempts to mask it.

"She's got more balls than you when it comes to spicy food, Seokjin," Hoseok laughs.

Looking offended, Seokjin places his hands on his hips in a sassy manner. "Oh, really? I'll bet you 100,000 won that I can outdo the new girl. You and me, Jagiya: a competition of who can eat the spiciest ramen. You in?"

The other boys turn and stare expectantly in your direction, even Namjoon who is clearly apprehensive about the first impression they're giving you.

You rest your elbows on the counter and your chin on your folded hands, giving off an aura of confidence and ease. "Bring on your worst, Kim."

"Oooh, you're going to wish you hadn't said that." Seokjin grabs the large cooking spoon from the counter with a sly grin, waving it at the youngest member. "Step aside, Kookie. This is a job for Worldwise Handsome Master Chef."

Jungkook raises his hands in defeat and scurries back to the group, perching on the stool nearest the oven.

"Dear god, what have you done?" Yoongi asks.

"You've awakened the competitive monster inside Jin," Hoseok states, turning to you. "There's no stopping him now. Start praying to the Scoville gods, [Y/n]!"

Namjoon looks completely done with his members, especially Jin, as he runs a hand through his colorful hair with a groan. "Seokjin, this was supposed to be an apology for being abrasive and standoffish, now you're making things worse."

Seokjin shrugs, giving an innocent look as he begins boiling the noodles on the stove. "She, quite literally, asked for it. And who am I to deny a pretty lady what she wants?"

The youngest member, along with Jimin and Yoongi, groan at Seokjin's attempts to be suave, making you chuckle all the more.

"You're quite the charmer, aren't you?"

The brunet gives you a playful wink. "You haven't seen anything yet, Jagiya."

Taehyung shifts in his chair at Seokjin's words, and Hoseok turns to face you as pots and pans clatter in the kitchen. "Well, since he's in the middle of losing his mind, tell us a bit about yourself?"

You do just that. You share a little bit about where you're from, what you studied, your home, friends and family, interests outside of work and the like. A bit of everything is covered. Most of the group reciprocates throughout the conversation. You end up learning just as much about them as they do about you. You might've started out nervous and shy, but the more you converse and the more time you spend with them, you realize they're just normal twenty-somethings. Sure, they're famous and on another level creatively, but in the end, they're ordinary guys.

"Why are you putting the beef in the oven?" you inquire of the oldest a little while later. "There's no part of ramen that requires an oven. At least, not that I've seen."

"Because if I bake the beef with the spices, the heat goes up by a thousand!" Seokjin raises his chin triumphantly as he slides the pan into the oven. "It's my secret, and I am the chef, so don't question my genius."

Yoongi snickers, "I think we can agree there's only one true genius in this group, and that's Namjoon."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Which one of us is the only one to have a bachelor's degree and is currently working towards a master's?"

Your eyes widen. "Wow, that's actually really impressive!"

Seokjin looks like a showy bird at the compliment. "See? Impressive. I like you. You can stay."

"But you're still going to make her eat your noodles of pain?" Jimin laughs.

"Absolutely! I have my honor to protect. No going back now." He leans down to see the selections on the oven. "So, I can either bake it at 200 degrees Celcius for 10 minutes or 2000 degrees for 1 minute."

The youngest's eyes bulge with concern. "No, that's not how you use the oven."

"Floor it?"

"No!"

"How about 2,000,000 degrees for one second?"

"Kim Seokjin, you are going to burn the entire office down!"

"Relax, it won't work, you idiots."

"I'm going to harness the fucking sun to make this ramen!"

"Annnd there goes any form of a good first impression, down the drain with Seokjin's dignity."

You burst into laughter, nearly falling off your stool in the process. Taehying grabs your arm before you fall, and Hoseok stabilized your chair. Wiping the tears of laughter from your eyes, you thank them both.

"I haven't had this good of a time in a while," you giggle as Seokjin finishes the last details of the ramen.

"At least we can provide entertainment," Yoongi states sarcastically. "We're not usually this bad, I swear."

Namjoon agrees, "We're all a bit tired from New Year's Rockin' Eve and the Golden Disk Awards."

"Not to mention both before and after that has been non-stop work on the comeback," Hoseok adds.

"Even if you were, I wouldn't mind," you reply, placing your palms against your cheeks. "My face hurts from smiling and laughing for so long."

"Well get ready for another level of pain, because voila!" Seokjin slides a bowl of ramen in front of you, handing you a soup spoon and a set of chopsticks. "Get ready to hurt, [Y/n]. You're going down."

Less than half an hour later, you're beaming with pride and 100,000 won richer than before. Seokjin has raised his white flag of surrender in the form of a napkin, his face flushes scarlet from the spice. It seems he'd overdone it while trying to ensure your defeat. Needless to say, he completely underestimated your ability to eat—and enjoy, to his horror—the so-called "noodles of pain."

"Thanks for lunch, Jin!" you cheered after finishing your second helping. "That really hit the spot."

Seokjin leans against the counter and continues to press a small bag of crushed ice to his face. "You're not human."

The afternoon wraps up as the others finish their portions. Luckily for them, they'd all been given ramen made with a normal recipe instead of Seokjin's deathwish version. Manager Sejin returns after a couple of hours and tells the boys that they have to get a few more hours of practice in before the day's over.

"I need to get a couple of things wrapped up, too, so no worries," you say nonchalantly. "You guys go have fun."

"We need to do this again," Jungkook says cheerily, nodding a shy goodbye before following Sejin.

"I agree, this was a blast! Especially seeing Seokjin actually lose when it was his own cooking," Jimin chuckles. "See you tomorrow, [Y/n]!"

You wave after them, and Yoongi shakes his head as he turns to Seokjin. "You just had to go and try to show off, didn't you?"

"Shut up."

You put some new crushed ice into another bag and offer it to the oldest member with an apologetic smile. "One for the road?"

He takes it with a grateful expression, eyes soft despite the playful bickering going around. "You're all right, [Y/l/n]. You can stay."

Yoongi claps his hyung on the shoulder, nodding in agreement. "Jin's right. You sure you still want to travel with us?"

Nodding fervently, you reply, "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Hoseok walks towards you, arms opened slightly. "Are you okay with hugs?"

"Of course!"

Hoseok eagerly wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you can feel the infectious giddiness that fills him like sunshine personified.

"Hobiii!" Jimin calls from down the hall.

"The third-oldest pulls back, flashes a smile, then turns towards the others while shouting, "Hobi coming, Hobi coming!"

Namjoon walks over to you as Hoseok slips down the hall. The only other person still in the room is Taehyung, who lingers by the door. His eyes shift between the other member and you, a torn expression on his face. You'd be lying if you said you don't feel similarly on the inside. There will be a time to ask the questions you so desperately want answers to, but today isn't that day. It might ruin what you've created with the band, and that's the last thing you want to do.

The leader extends a hand, a piece of paper in his palm. "In case you need to get ahold of any of us, or if you just want to talk. I think I can trust you not to put these on social media."

You take the note and unravel it, seeing nine sets of telephone numbers with corresponding initials beside them. "Oh, wow! You trust me that much already?"

He nods. "We all got a good vibe from you, and Sejin says we'll need to work with you on socials and whatnot. It'd be easier to just give you our directs instead of working through him or Manager Hobeom every time, although I did include their numbers as well."

"All of you?" you clarify, eying the figure still lingering by the door, attention now on his cell phone. "I don't think he likes me very much. He hasn't said a single word to me."

Namjoon knows exactly who you're referring to, even without looking behind him. His voice lowers as he responds, "Taehyung has been dealing with a lot lately. We all have, but he's been exhausted and hasn't been sleeping well. And..."

He trails off, shaking his head. "Nevermind. My point is, don't take his reclusive behavior too seriously. Taehyung is as kind as they come, but he might take a little while to warm up to you. That's just his nature, and his resting face is pretty intimidating." Namjoon taps the piece of paper. "Maybe try texting him. He's usually pretty good about responding there. Might feel more comfortable."

You fold the paper and slide it into your pocket, giving the lilac-haired man a nod and smile. "Thanks, Namjoon. And thank you for being so open to a newcomer. I know it can't be easy, letting someone else close to such a tight-knit group."

His dimples reappear at your words of gratitude. "I don't know what it is about you, but I feel we can trust you. So don't thank me." As he turns, he glances over his shoulder and murmurs, "Give Taehyung time. He'll come around."

Heaving a sigh of relief, you nod back at him. God, you hope he's right.

When your eyes shift towards the exit, you see Taehyung slipping into the hallway ahead of Namjoon, disappearing into the dark.

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saintfms · 4 years

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hello everyone ! i originally wasn’t going to make the gif i used for this intro because it’s already midnight thirty , but i went through with it anyways . i’m bay , and this is my disaster of a disaster , saint ! he’s a fairly new muse and i’m sure there’s going to be a lot about him that i’ll develop as the rp goes on , but i think i’ll touch on a good chunk of information as well . i’m also trying out a new intro style compared to what i used to do , so .... either i’m gonna come out on top or i’m gonna be wearing a clown mask KNFDHSF . if you’d like , my di.scord is 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲.#4090 , and enough of my rambling omg .

❛ ✶ ( HWANG HYUNJIN , CIS MALE , HE/HIM ) . who the hell is blasting NO RESCUE NEEDED by DPR LIVE at one in the morning ? nevermind , that’s just SANG-JUN ‘SAINT’ KIM from APARTMENT 1106 . apparently , they are a TWENTY TWO year old YOUTUBER & FASHION STUDENT AT PRATT from ATLANTA, GA , and they’ve been living at the complex for ELEVEN MONTHS . i heard they can be a bit - HEDONISTIC , but they make up for it by being so + VIVACIOUS — which makes sense , considering that they are a ARIES ! when i think of them , i imagine HAPHAZARD STACKS OF TEXTBOOKS ATOP HIS DESK, A PERFECTLY SITUATED RING LIGHT IN THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM, AND PILES OF CLOTHES DESPITE HAVING ‘NOTHING’ TO WEAR . and of course , don’t forget to follow them at ( @SNTKM ) !

NAME : kim sang - jun . NICKNAME(S) : saint ( preferred name ) . AGE : twenty - two . DATE OF BIRTH : april 10th , 1998 . ASTROLOGICAL SIGN : aries . MORAL ALIGNMENT : chaotic neutral . GENDER + PRONOUNS : cis male + he / him / his . PLACE OF BIRTH : atlanta , georgia . CURRENT LOCATION : astoria , queens , new york . SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual . ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic . OCCUPATION : youtuber + fashion student at pratt institute . NATIONALITY : korean - american . ETHNICITY : korean .

you were born into the kim family as the happiest baby there could be . your mother had diamond tears staining her cheeks as she hugged you close -- it had been her first time having a cesarean , but you were healthy . your father could tell that you were when he spoke with a slight shake to his voice : ‘ he’s got a pair of lungs on him . ’ and it was true . you screamed your little head off , but it simply was because you wanted milk . the family you were born into was one of wealth . it was no house full of diamonds and designer duds , but the home was comfortable . your other brother , jong - hyeon , was five at the time and he sat at the end of the hospital bed propped up on his knees and wondering when he could hold ‘ his baby ’ .

life for you is everything that a child would want : your parents smother you with love every single day , your brother plays with you despite being older , and you’ve got a smile that brightens your eyes . your childhood comes stocked full of everything you could ever want and more , but entering your teen years comes with a hefty bump in the road . your interests are elsewhere , loving the pretty pieces that your mom owns and wears whenever there’s a dinner or gala to be attended . you’re smart and creative , but your father is against the idea .

your father wears light blue scrubs and a crisp white jacket with his name embroidered on it everyday . his office is hidden amongst the winding hallways of northside hospital’s maternity ward , highly respected by his peers and loved by his patients . your father has a passion for what he does , and he forces it upon you and jong - hyeon with an iron fist . he wants his sons to follow his lead into medicine , already bragging to his colleagues about how his sons will someday take over the medical profession just like him .

you had no interest in medicine though . your grades could speak for themselves , but you had a low interest in the sciences despite your high marks . you hated being asked by the stuffy doctors who would come to your house what field you wanted to specialize in , and despite the laughter that erupted from them when you said ‘ none ’ , but your father wasn’t entertained . you would sit on the steps as your mother would try to calm him down , and you’d hear that your father would refer to you as worthless , dumb , and an embarrassment . for years , tears would well up in your eyes and you’d sulk to your bedroom with your head hung low . the last thing that you wanted was for your father to berate you for crying . the pictures of your brother seem to mock you as you pass , jong - hyeon forever immortalized as the son your father always wanted .

you hope that your mother would be there for you when your father berates you , but she keeps her head down to avoid his wrath . it’s at the tender age of fourteen that you realize you have no one on your side . your brother is gone , fulfilling your father’s wishes and adding his two cents when your father decides to be snarky at the dinner table . you keep quiet at the dinner table , only answering when spoken to and avoiding the disappointed gaze of your father . no matter how much you seemed to disappoint your father , you also began to stop caring . it was evident that your parents didn’t support you the way that they did when you were a child , so you decided to go as far away as you could when applying for college .

you were over the moon when the heavy acceptance package from pratt institute showed up in your mailbox once day after school , clutching it close to your chest as you went bumbling into your house . most children aren’t excited to leave home , but you’re in desperate need of an escape . your senior year of high school can’t end fast enough , and although you can’t rid your father’s face of the scowl he wears before it’s time to board your plane , you want to believe that he’s proud of you . you want nothing more than for him to love you , to be proud of you , but he send you sends you off with the cut of the eye and a suck of the teeth .

living in new york for two years helps you to come out from under your father’s thumb . you’re happy , you grow your hair out and dye it blonde , even starting a youtube channel that has a slow start , but 802 thousand people want to know what you do in your daily life . sadly , you spend your last summer at home in the thick of a heavy disagreement with your father and brother . you’re mocked for your hair , teased for the way that you carry yourself , your brother even wonders why you even returned home . every night was filled with you slamming your bedroom door , speaking to your father in a tone you swore you’d never use , and dealing with a heartbreak you never thought you’d experience .

your mother doesn’t come to your rescue when you need her the most , but you can’t bring yourself to care . no matter what happens , you swear to yourself that you’ll never return home . you leave , and thanks to the money you’ve been saving , you move into the tower 28 apartments . you need a roommate , but you don’t really care . somehow , your mother convinces your father to continue to pay for your schooling , but all you do is send him pictures of the cleared balances as a thank you .

in terms of saint’s personality , he’s a chaotic boy with a heart of gold . he has mastered the art of being fake -- he knows how to put on a brave face in public , but he’s struggling when he’s alone . saint covers up his insecurities with his youtube channel , where he comes across as your typical college student living in new york , but he’s the furthest from it . he doesn’t handle confrontation well and he hates the sound of yelling , and not the fun kind that you might hear at a party . he has a tendency of apologizing sometimes even when something isn’t his fault by a long shot , but he’s also a chaotic mess at times ! he flirts like there’s nothing to it with anyone who has a pair of legs , and he quite honestly might call someone d*ddy just because he can ORUEFSDS .

i’m going to create a tag of wanted connections that i’d love to have for saint , but i’m gonna do that tomorrow since i’m finishing this intro at nearly 3am . outright though , i would love to have :

an angsty ex boyfriend 👀 like yes PLEASE hand it over i promise i’ll make you cry :D

a best friend ! probably one of the only people who can see right through his ‘ i’m okay ’ bullshit

someone that tries to make him workout but in reality he’s sitting and eating a bagel on the weight bench

something soft ? something really sweet and enough to make my freaking teeth rot ? could either be a boyfriend or girlfriend thing or i don’t know something literally anything just give me the softness that i’ve been craving for my boy .

give me a plot where they full on hate each other . no lingering feelings , no soft moments – give me a full bred spicy hate ship that literally gets your blood pumping . it’s all i want in life , thank u .

SKINNY LOVE DO NOT PLAY WITH ME

i’m really feeling a one night stand with some substance ? like yeah , they have their fun together but they don’t pretend to not know each other in public ( unless they have like a fierce rivalry going on or something ) so they probs tend to be a little like confidants at times but it’s still them having fun !

#astoria.intro #i promise to mssg everyone tmrw i am sleepy !

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