#i also try to go back to basics and j do gesture studies until i feel more capable

[lemongogo]

hi

#yall ths art block is so bad its actually making me so stressed out😭😭😭 #its been awful plenty of times before BUT THISSS???IT FEELS NEVER ENDINGGG #so fucking frustrating-__- and i was finally working on smth i had started to like yday #but i hit this mid point where i didnt know How 2 break thru from like .. rough > finished #and im like T__T . brah . head in my hands #IDK WHAT TO DOOOOOOO . < lamenting . < woe is me . #sry i luv talking abt it . its therapeutic tbh . what do u guys do when u are in this position #i also try to go back to basics and j do gesture studies until i feel more capable #but im like shakig the bars of my cage . let me do smt fun again. please ❤️ PLEASEE ❤️ #i think part of it is also imposter syndrome whre like .. u see so many people u look up to doing so many cool things w their art #and its like . falling back into the trap of comparison and feeling like nothing u make can replicate the feeling of seeing those other #things ykwim🤔 #sick in da head . i think its also a twt issue #like ever since i started posting on there ive been feeling like i have 2 make . quote unquote good things which . obviously dookie sentimen #bc any art is objectively good art there isnt like . U CANT BE BAD YKWIM HELP #but when i j posted to tumblr it was like . u send it off like slapping a horse on the ass and u see it ride away and its so lowkey #and fun.. the community here is so muchc fun .. j dont feel pressured here #smiles sweetly #<gi influence #maybe ill delete the app 4 a while until i feel normal again #guys we need to kill all social media #guys we need to go back to drawing sheep on rocks (<giotto ref( #if i had 2 elaborate ig it feels like . i am following the path of most resistance -__- like wading hesdstrong in2 waves that keep pushing #me back . theres so much i want to do Wish i could do but its like damn i can barely draw like two complete things over the course of 2-3 mo #from how HARD IT ISSS🚶and my aphantasia compounds it . fumbling arnd in a dark room hoping smth sticks #graa.. i think its the realization that i couldnt ever do art professionally bc im such an obstinate artist T_T #tbh saying all this now its like looking up in2 the eyes of all my art insecurities looming over me #CASTING 100 FT SHADOWWWW🧍 #whteve . check back on me in 2 months hopefully i feel normal ab it then

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Give Me Attention - Charlie Gillespie

summary: Zoomcalls Classes with a bored Charlie

a/n: a/n: Don't quite know what this is but it was stuck in my head so here ya go.

words: 1.5k

warnings: some arguing, cursewords and pure fluff

Requests are open :)

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Most of the time if someone asked how living with Charlie went you answered with ‘great, literally so amazing, he brings a smile to my face every day. And you meant it, at least most of the time. You loved the way he was awake long before you even dare to open your eyes and the fact that because of that there was always a freshly made coffee just waiting for you on the counter. You loved the way that he danced in the kitchen with you while he cooked dinner and the way the bedsheets always smelled like him. Yet, you weren’t gonna lie, especially the first couple of corona moths have taken a little toll on your relationship.

“Charlie, do you have to rehearse your lines in the living room?” you asked irritated, crossing your legs under the kitchen table you currently sat at.

“But here I have the most space to move around. I gotta move around. You also said that we can go over our lines together.” he whined from the living room. At this moment you cursed the fact that you had moved into an apartment with a connected kitchen and living room. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and it was, especially when you had friends over, but right now it was only trouble.

“I know babe, but I have this essay due tomorrow and I haven't had the chance to start because we’ve been on set and in so many meetings.”

“Then you work somewhere else?”

“This is the only room with a table!” you protested, gesturing to the table your school books, notes and laptop were scattered on.

“You chose to pursue acting and finish your degree!” he shot back, getting worked up over this simple thing. The hurt flashed in your eyes making him instantly regret his words.

“I’m sorry that my education is important to me Charlie and that I wanted to finish my last one and a half years at College.” You stood up and grabbed your things “Have fun running your lines.” Charlie only heard the bedroom door slam shut and winced at the sound.

He knew better than to immediately run after you, so he waited about ten minutes before approaching. He knocked on the door and leaned on the doorframe. “Baby come back out. I’m sorry. It's just...I had a bad day, couldn't remember any of my lines, and even though we live together I feel like we rarely see each other... both so busy with the show and I… I don't know, I let my frustration out on you.”

The door opened and you hugged him tightly “I’m sorry as well. I could've just worn headphones. I’m stressed and let it out on you as well. I’m so sorry.” you muttered into his chest.

Charlie kissed your head and asked, “Can I help you with College stuff?”

Arguments like these happened a lot during the starting months of the pandemic. Both of you stressed and tired, basically working your asses off and still trying to be caring for one another. It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows but after a storm of an argument, the clouds faded away and the sun came back out.

During the timespan from April to August, your boyfriend was bored, very bored. There sadly weren't many acting opportunities, there was not much to do in general and the press tour for JATP was scheduled after its release in September. You on the other hand had lots to do with school, participating in online classes, catching up on the material you missed last semester, writing essays and studying.

“Babeee…” he whined and propped his head up behind your laptop screen so just his eyes looked over it. “Watcha doiinn?”

“Pack it up Isabella…” you grinned at him “Currently working on a project due next week and I have a class in five minutes”

“What class?” he popped his head up a bit more, his whole face hovering just slightly in front of you. “Economics.”

“Boooriiing” he dragged out and rolled his eyes “Don’t you wanna do something more fun? Like Wii bowling, cooking, me.” he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“As tempting as that sounds, I can't, this class is really important...sorry bubbs.” you looked up at him apologetically and pushed your computer glasses up your nose.

“Fine” he sulked, “give me a kiss and I'll leave you alone.”

You smiled and went to lean closer to his face, with one hand he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer. One kiss, two kisses, three kisses later, you tried to pull back. “One more,” he muttered against your lips and you caved.

And he really did leave you alone until you were done with all your classes. But another day meant another day full of classes and work. You quickly build your own little routine. Charlie still woke up earlier than you and greeted you in the kitchen with a smile, a coffee and a kiss. Then he would go on a run and you would start your first couple classes. He would come back, shower, prepper your face with ‘motivation kisses and then try to get your attention for the rest of the day.

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“Braid my hair.” he wailed like a little kid and put his head on your lap. You looked down at him for a split second, your hand immediately tangled in his hair.

“That can’t be comfortable for you.” You chuckled and scanned his figure, the side of his right hip on the chair next to you, both arms and legs hanging loosely to the ground, his head on your lap.

“It totally is,” he muttered, barely audible because his face was nuzzled between your crossed legs.

“If you say so bubbs,” you said and tried not to laugh, your fingers playing with some strands of hair.

“Miss Y/LN what is the answer to question 4?” the professor asked you and totally ripped you out of your thoughts. “Oh shit...class.” you cursed and looked over your notes before unmuting yourself “the national bank sir?” you tried but it sounded more like a question than a confident answer.

“I know you're sitting at home and this is a difficult situation for all of us but don’t get distracted. We don't want your grades slipping…” you nodded and shot charlie a quick look. He half layed on your lap for the rest of the day, drawing little patterns on your legs, occasionally he got up to get a glass of water or some notebooks for you.

You liked to say that he annoyed you and sometimes he really did but you mostly found it endearing. But he did know how to distract you.

“I’m gonna work out here alright?” he questioned and put down his weights he took out of a closet in the hall. To focused on your note writing, your professor's voice ringing through the room you only nodded your head and barely looked up.

As your professor started to ramble on and on about a topic that you already had last semester, your eyes started to wander through the room and got stuck on a particular thing. The thing was working out and still looked absolutely delicious, he was currently lifting weights and his cake was on full display for you.

A tone shift of your professor brought you back to the zoom class but it didn't take long for you to be distracted again. After his workout, Charlie showered and was now just casually chilling shirtless on the couch a couple of feet away from you. His new tattoo shining brightly in your direction.

“What is more important than my class Miss Y/LN?” the same teacher that always catches you slacking piped up. Charlie's head shot up and he winked at you. “J-just a bird,” you said shyly, your cheeks heating up.

Not even ten minutes later, there was a movement in the corner of your camera. You tried to ignore it and listen to one of your classmates' presentations.

“You also want a coffee?” Charlie asked you over the counter.

“Yes please.” you shot him a thumbs up.

Whilst the coffee machine was rattling in the background, your classmate finished the presentation and that meant that it was your turn. Time Management was never you and Charlie's strength and so just as you were in the spotlight option of the call, Charlie walked up behind you.

“Char..I-” you tried to stop him.

“Here is your coffee ma love,” he said lovingly, still shirtless by the way, bending down to give you a kiss on your shoulder before placing the cup on your table. You awkwardly froze and stared at the screen in front of you.

“That’s a funny bird.” was all that your professor said while another classmate piped up with a “He’s kinda hot.”

“So uhm…” you chuckled, your cheeks and ears bright red. “I choose this topic because…”

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[maybebanks]

I Noticed You

jj maybank x kook! reader

“Alright, Sarah. Bye now,” you groaned, stepping out past her white painted bedroom door.

“Noooo,” she whined, “don’t leave,”

“I gotta go.” You pouted, “my dad wants me home,”

“Fine. Be like that.” She waved you off.

“Your parents are way less strict then mine!” You argued.

“Uh huh,” Sarah responded sarcastically, “I’m gonna miss you, bitch,” she smiled.

“Okay...see ya,” you waved while walking through the door.

You continued down the hallway, it was a sort of narrow hallway, but you’ve been down it many times before.

“Hey Y/n,” you heard Rafe’s voice call for you, he was leaning casually against his door frame.

“Oh..hey,” you answer, stopping infront of him.

You had to look up to talk to him because he was taller than you.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Rafe asks. You had no idea why he would want to talk to you. I mean, he’s always been nice to you, but he was nearly 20. And you were barely 17.

You nodded, following his gesture for you to come into his room.

He closed the door after you. You just stood by the window. Raising your eyebrows at his suspicious actions.

You looked behind you and saw their backward looking fresh, a Pogue, you think his name is JJ but you didn’t know him well, mowing the lawn.

“I have to be quick. I promised to be home,” you mentioned.

Rafe smiled, not saying anything, just looking at you.

You fumbled with your crop top, “So..what’s this about?” You asked.

“You know how long I’ve been trying to get you alone. You and Sarah...it’s non stop,” he said.

“What?” You asked, very confused in general.

“You were at Toppers party right? Damn..when I saw you snort that coke I was like...this girl...she’s bad,” he chuckled.

“Oh...that was-that was a mistake. I don’t do drugs like that anymore,” you reassured, feeling regretful about that mistake.

He laughed, “don’t lie to yourself, baby. Just think of the fun we could have together,”

Is this some kind of flirting?

“Look...uh, I have to go. Talk later?” you opened the door a bit but Rafe slammed it shut.

“What the hell?” You asked angerly.

Rafe scoffed, “hanging out with Sarah makes you a real bitch,”

“Rafe...I have to go!” You raised your voice. This seemed to anger him. For next, he lunged towards you, trapping you against the wall.

“You think you can tell me what to fucking do?” He asked, his voice surprisingly calm.

When you saw his eyes, you could tell he was high.

“No, I’m-“ you began but stopped yourself when the door creaked open.

Wheezie’s brunette head peaked through the crack of the door.

When she saw both of you, her eyes turned confused.

Rafe moved off of you, “Wheezie, get out of here,” he ordered.

She didn’t argue like she usually would, she didn’t even exchange a glance at you. Just left the room, leaving the door a crack open.

“Shit,” you whispered involuntarily.

“Tell me, Y/n, what’s it gonna take?” he asked.

“Hi!” Wheezie shouted over the loud noise of the lawnmower. Waving her hand towards the boy out in the field.

JJ chuckled, he mowed the lawn for the Cameron’s once or twice a week. Wheezie was basically the only Cameron to talk to him, she would test out flirted to him, even though he was a pogue.

JJ turned the lawn mower off, walking over to Wheezie.

“What’s up?” JJ asked, honestly, he enjoyed a break from his work, and he would never get in trouble becuase Wheezie would defend him.

“So...uh...I don’t know for sure. But I think Rafe is gonna hurt her. And he’s kinda....you know, I mean he does drugs. I saw him this morning! Anyway, he’s in his room and I think-“

“Whoa! Slow down! Who’s gonna hurt who?” JJ asked, now concerned.

“Just put on a shirt and come with me!” She demanded, pulling him by his wrist towards the house.

“I don’t think your parents would be okay with me comin’ in,” JJ chuckled again.

“Just...okay...you know Y/n right? She’ll kill me if she knew I brough you into this becuase she hates attention or whatever but I’m worried, because you know...Rafe has a thing for her and I’m just worried he might try to kiss her and...” She trailed off, but JJ knew what she meant.

He frowned, “You sure I should go in there? What if she wants it. I mean, a lot of kook girls hook up with Rafe,”

“TMI!” Wheezie exclaimed, “anyway, Y/n isn’t one of those kook girls. She’s wayy too good for Rafe. Plus I think she’s into surfer boys,” Wheezie shrugs.

JJ sighs, “alright fine. But you owe me for this,” JJ began walking up the stairs, “what, you not comin’?”

“I am not about to get yelled at by Rafe. Plus I’ll cover the fort down here, so my parents don’t get involved.”

When he finally made it to the second floor, he heard your voice. You weren’t strangers, you’ve met once or twice, but JJ always thought you were way out of his league. And that was saying something.

“Rafe seriously. My dads gonna kill me!” You stated, pushing against Rafe’s rather buff chest.

“Who cares about your dad, Y/n. Just get on your knees,” he stated.

JJ felt disgusted. Even he knew that was no way to talk to a girl.

He stood outside the parted door.

“No, asshole,” you said bluntly, trying to get around him again.

He grabbed your wrist, harshly, pulling you back so you hit the wall. You moaned in pain when the doorknob from his closet door hit your back.

That’s when JJ interfered.

He pushed open the door to make his presence known.

You both looked up at him at the same time.

Rafe immediately stepped back from you, and you pushed the sleeve of your shoulder back to covering yourself.

“Everything alright in here?” JJ asked, studying the situation.

Rafe sniffled slightly nervously, he knew he probobly couldn’t take JJ in a fight due to all the drugs he’s on.

Rafe looked at you, to which you immediately understood, “uh...we are fine. Thanks JJ,” you answered, clearly nervous.

He was surprised, and unexpectedly flattered, when you addressed him by his name.

JJ thought fast, “there is a car here for Y/n,” JJ lied. But you believed it, and so did Rafe.

Rafe scratches the back of his neck, “Okay Y/n...have fun.” Rafe said as you stepped out of the room.

You wanted to flip him off, but JJ was right behind you.

When you got outside, JJ was about to tell you there was no car, but he couldn’t when you thre your arms around his torso, a hug, where you rested your head on his chest.

“Whoa,” he chuckled.

“Thank you, J, you have no idea...” you mumbled.

JJ slowly moved his arm to hug you back. But when his hand reached your mid back, you took a sharp intake of breath and pulled away.

“Sorry, for that. You really saved me back there,” you explained, looking up at him.

“It’s not problem. Oh and by the way, there’s no car here for you,” JJ mentioned.

“Oh...right. Shit I kinda need a ride. You looked around. Until your eyes landed on JJ again.

He studied you.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You asked.

“No...” JJ shook his head, “this is the most you’ve ever talked to me,” he blurted. Kinda regretting not usuing his usual approach when talking to girls.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you before. I just didn’t want to get you in trouble,” you explained, “but I have noticed you,”

Your phone dinged, and that’s when you remember to check the time, “shit,” you blurted.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just...my dads gonna kill me. I was suppose to be home like an hour ago,” you sigh, still nervous.

You noticed JJ tense, “I can give you a ride? The van is gonna smell like weed though,” he winked, gesturing for you to follow him.

You nodded, following him down the driveway to where his “busted” van was parked.

“I’m not usually this helpless, you know,” you blurted, wanting him to know you for the real you.

“Oh believe me, I know,” he chuckles, opening the van door for you.

He was surprised by himself, again. He’s never cared enough to open the door for anyone. But it was so simple you probobly wouldn’t notice.

You smiled, at him and hopped in. There were some all black aviators and a red SnapBack on the seat. Which you moved so you wouldn’t sit on them.

As JJ walked around the van, you couldn’t find anywhere to put them, with all the clutter around, so you just decided to wear the sunglasses and his hat.

When he opened the car his eyes widened in excitement, “looks good on you Y/n,” he said starting the van.

“Who the hells that? I’m JJ,” you joked. When you took a deep breath, you scrunched you’re nose at the stench.

“Whoo,” you sighed, “it’s strong in here. What’d you hotbox or something?” You continued with the JJ impression.

“How do you know me so well?” JJ laughed and grabbed the hat off your head and placed it backwards on his own.

“Just guessin’,” you shrugged, moving the sunglasses farther down your nose.

“Where’s your place?” JJ asked as he turned the wheel.

“Uh...” you trailed off when you noticed Rafe running out of the house, looking angry, waving at the van.

“Shit! JJ go!! Drive!” You commanded. Grabbing his hand and forcing it on the wheel.

You knew Rafe would judge you for spending time with a Pogue, and he would also be mad.

“Calm down, princess,” JJ responded, stepping on the gas.

You immediately retracted, “sorry.” You muttered.

He pulled out of the driveway quick and started heading down the wrong road.

“Where are you going?” You asked, slightly nervous now.

“Back to my place. Since you didn’t tell me where yours was,”

“Wait...uh it’s down that road. I’d really love to hang but I gotta be home,” you told him.

“Ya sure?” JJ said turning the wheel and heading down your street.

You nodded.

“No, I mean, kook princess, would be down to hang with a Pogue?” JJ asked.

You pointed to the pastel yellow mansion with terra-cotta roofing, “of course JJ, I think you’re dope,”

“Holy shitt,” JJ moaned when he saw your house, admiring its beauty and the boat you had parked in the front.

“Jesus, what id give to be a kook,” he mumbled.

“Trust me, it’s not as good as it-“

“Y/N!!!” Your father shouts, he must have seen you pull in.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

JJs heat started to race, that was so damn hot.

You pulled of the sunglasses and placed them on the dash.

“See ya later, and also, you can come over any time use any materials you like. My brother got a new surf board and then went off to college, it’s all yours if you want it,”

JJ smirked, perks of having a kook friend that lived with a family that bought status symbols with their money, “can I get your number?”

“Yeah, it’s-“

You both stopped at the banging on JJs window.

Your father, was urgently yelling, “Y/N get out here right now. Your late for training, god damn it,” it was muffled, but you both understood.

“Training?” JJ questioned.

“See you at the Cameron’s,” you winked, then hopped out of the car and joined your dad inside the kook mansion.

JJ contemplated a life with you, only for a moment, then pulled out of your, rather long, stone driveway.

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enemies to lovers ~ mark;midsommar

word count: 2890

request?: yes!

“Midsommar imagine where Mark and reader aren't friends and always fight when the group hangs oit with each other so Josh, Dani, and Christian lock them in a room and they end up admitting their feelings and kissing or smth?”

description: when their friends grow tired of their “rivalry”, so they decide to force them to admit their feelings for one another

pairing: mark x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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Dani raced into the library and sat in front of me. The sound of the doors slamming and her bag loudly rustling caused the other studying students to shush her.

“Party at Christian’s house,” she whispered to me, although we still got a few glares from the surrounding tables. “Tonight. I’m going around 8 to help set up.”

“I have an assignment due Monday, Dani. I can’t go to a party,” I told her.

Dani scoffed. “You have all weekend, and you already know you’re gonna pass. Take one Friday night to let loose and have fun.”

I looked down at my assignment and thought for a moment. “Will...will Mark be there?”

“You know he will be. He lives there.”

“Then no, I’m not going.”

Dani rolled her eyes at me. “You have to get over this stupid feud with Mark. You run with the same friend group, you have to get along eventually.”

“I’ll try when he does.” My outburst earned us more shushing and dirty looks.

My fight with Mark was not my doing. It was the opposite, actually. I had tried to be friends with Mark. When we first met, I was nice and friendly. He was the one who decided to start everything off with insults and harmful comments.

Since then, we never got along. I still tried to be friends with him, for Dani’s sake more than anything. He was Christian’s best friend, and roommate after all. It’s not like I could actually avoid him or anything. But my attempts were proven futile time and time again, as Mark just continued to be a complete and utter dickwad towards me, for no reason other than he was just an asshole.

Knowing I was too frustrated to continue working, I packed my things into my laptop bag and walked out of the library. Dani quickly followed me out. Once the doors closed behind us, she began talking again.

“Okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” she said. “I know this is all on Mark. I still don’t get what his problem is.”

“He’s a jerk,” I responded simply. “And a fuckboy, and all those bad words to describe a guy. I don’t match up to his standards or whatever, so he has to put me in my place.”

“But you’re like me, and he seems to like me.”

“But you’re dating his friend. I’m not saying he wouldn’t be nice to you if you weren’t, but by proxy he has to be nice to you or else Christian would beat the shit out of him. Me, on the other hand, I’m fair game. He doesn’t like me, I have no legitimate ties to any of his friends. He’s free to verbally abuse me as he desires.”

“It’s still not fair,” Dani sighed. “And it sucks because it puts this strain on you and me hanging out whenever Christian and his friends are involved.” She shook her head then shrugged. “I don’t know. You are free to come to the party if you want, though. I’d rather you be there, though. We haven't let loose together in a long time.”

“I’ll think about it,” I told her. “I’ll text you if I decide to come.”

She smiled and gave me a hug before racing off for the class I knew she was late for. I laughed and rolled my eyes before going the other direction.

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After a lot of internal debates with myself, I decided to go to the party, but only for Dani.

I planned everything out the minute I got out of class: I’d show up early enough that I wasn’t the first person there, but that there weren’t too many people already. Just enough that I could slip in without Mark noticing I was there. I’d stay for an hour or two and hang out with Dani, then I’d go home before it got too crowded, or before the great asshole himself found me.

I got ready at my place and decided to drive myself, so I wouldn’t have an excuse to stay too late and drink. I even parked down the road to make sure I’d be able to leave without being blocked in.

Unfortunately, my timing wasn’t exactly the best as I was the first person to arrive, besides Dani who was still helping set up. The minute I walked through the door, she bounded towards me and hugged me tightly.

“You came!” she said. “I’m so glad!”

“Yeah,” I said, trying not to seem as awkward as I felt. “I decided fuck it. Like you said, we haven’t let loose together in a while. Although, fair warning, I won’t be letting loose too much tonight. I drove myself, and I intend on driving myself home.”

“That’s fine, I’ll pump you full of water after I make you so wasted you can’t walk straight,” she said with a nonchalant shrug. I laughed, although I wasn’t sure if she was completely joking or not.

“You realize you’re supposed to show up fashionably late to parties, not fashionably early, right?”

I cringed at the sound of the voice I wanted to hear the least. I looked past Dani to see Mark standing in the kitchen, putting drinks in a cooler that was set out on the counter.

“Oh wait, I forgot, you have a self curfew. Wouldn’t wanna fall behind on next week’s homework,” he continued.

My body tensed and my grip on Dani’s hands tightened.

“Mark,” Dani snapped.

“What?” he asked. “I’m just saying. I’m sure Miss. Teacher’s Pet can afford to be an actual college student for the night and actually attend a party like a normal person.”

I had to bite back the tears I felt welling up in my eyes. This was why I didn’t like hanging out with the friend group. I really felt like I didn’t belong there, and it was all thanks to Mark.

“Open your mouth one more fucking time, asshole,” Dani hissed. “This may be your house but I will not hesitate to kick your ass to the curb.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Ignore him,” Dani whispered to me. “I’m glad you’re here early. Wanna help set up? Christian wants to do beer pong and the table is down in the basement.”

“Where are you guys gonna put it?” I asked, looking around their cramped living room.

“I don’t know, I told Christian I’d figure it out,” Dani responded, waving away my question. “I just need help bringing it up.”

I shrugged and followed her down to the basement. Like the rest of their place, the boy’s basement was also a mess. It was hard to know where we’d be able to find anything since it looked like everything was just thrown around.

“I’m not shocked,” Dani said upon seeing the state of the basement.

“Neither am I,” I responded. “Do you know roughly where it is?”

“No idea,” she said with a sigh. “I’ll go ask Christian. You look around, give me a second.”

She raced back up the stairs. I looked around the messy basement. I had no desire to dig around in someone else’s mess, but I figured the quicker I found the ping pong table, the quicker I could get out of there.

I heard the door to the basement open again as I was shifting some boxes around. However, instead of Dani, the voice I wanted to hear the least spoke up.

“It’s not over there.”

I spun around to see Mark walking past me towards the wall opposite of the stairs.

“Where’s Dani?” I asked.

“She sent me down to get the ping pong table. She said she wanted to do the last of the stuff upstairs.”

“What else does she have to do?”

“Beats me. I think this is the only thing.”

Mark shoved some stuff aside and pulled the folded pool table from against the wall. I started to approach, but hesitated. “Do you need help with that?”

“No, I got it. Go open the door for me, though. I don’t wanna drop it going up the stairs.”

I quickly bounded up the stairs, excited to get out of that situation. I went to turn the door knob, but found that it wouldn’t budge. “Did you lock the door behind you?”

“What? No. The doorknob locks from the other side.”

“Well, someone locked us down here.”

I heard Mark’s footsteps behind me on the stairs. He reached past me to try and jiggle the doorknob himself. The stairwell was so close that he had to basically be pressed against me. Despite my distain for Mark, I couldn’t help but feel nervous with his closeness. I could smell his cologne, and it made me feel weak in the knees.

When the door knob wouldn’t turn for him, he began beating on the door. “Hey! Guys?! Did someone lock the door?!”

There was no response. My heart began to race, this time in a bad way. I started thinking of the worst, that something had happened to everyone upstairs and Mark and I were going to be locked in the basement until someone came to find us. Who knew how long that would be?

“Is there a window we can climb out?” I asked.

“Don’t be so dramatic, there’s gotta be someone out there to let us out,” Mark responded before banging his hand on the door again and calling out for someone to come open the door.

“I know. I just wanted to know...just in case.”

“Someone will come get us eventually,” Mark repeated. He sat himself down on the stair and looked up at me. “You can sit while we wait. Better than standing.”

He was gesturing to the stair just behind him, which would’ve still had us sitting far too close to one another. Despite my weird feeling from being close to him moments before, I was remembering why I didn’t want to be locked down there with him. I shook my head and pressed my back against the wall.

“Why?” Mark asked.

I wasn’t prepared for the question, so my brain didn’t exactly have a response ready. I stuttered out some nonsense before finally saying, “I-I’d j-just prefer to stand.”

Mark rolled his eyes at me. “Suit yourself.”

It felt like no time was passing as we waited to hear someone outside the door. There was no way to tell how long we had been waiting, and we had both left our phones on the other side of the door. Convenient, huh?

I kept shifting weight between my legs but they were still starting to hurt. I was hoping Dani would finish with setting up soon, or would realize Mark and I had been gone for a long time, and would come to find us. Just thinking about sitting on their comfortable couch was making my legs feel more and more sore by the second.

Noticing my discomfort, Mark grabbed my arm suddenly and yanked me down to sit next to him. I stumbled a little, nearly falling down the stairs, but finally settled onto the stair just behind him. The narrowness of the stairwell caused Mark to brush against my mostly bare legs, which caused my stomach to fill with butterflies.

“Looking at you was making me tired,” he told me. “I don’t understand why you were being so stubborn about sitting down. I’m not gonna bite you or anything.”

“You might,” I muttered to myself.

“I’m not into biting,” Mark responded, smirking at me over his shoulder.

This was new. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Mark was trying to flirt with me.

“I don’t get you,” I blurted before I could stop myself. I could feel my face burning with blush, but I couldn’t take back what I said now.

“What do you mean?” Mark asked, looking at me with a confused look on his face.

“Maybe 10 minutes ago, you were insulting me about being a teacher’s pet and mocking me for showing up so early to the party. Now you’re here giving me a look as if I’m one of those poor girls that you pick up from the clubs every weekend. Can you just decide if you hate me or not and leave it there.”

I was just as shocked by my own outburst as Mark seemed to be.

“I don’t hate you,” he admitted.

“Well, you have a weird way of showing that,” I responded. “You thrive off of making fun of me. I’m pretty sure that’s, like, the definition of not liking someone.”

It looked like he was taking a moment to take in what I had said. Finally, he spoke again. “I guess...I guess I’m not exactly the nicest to you.”

I scoffed. “That’s an understatement. I dread having to hang out with Dani when it means you’re going to be there, too. She had to convince me to come here tonight, and the reason I came so early was to leave just as early so I wouldn’t have to be here with you for so long. The things you say are fucking hurtful, Mark. You make me feel like dirt. Like less than dirt. I don’t understand why you treat me the way you do when I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”

“I know, I know. You’re right,” he said. “Some of the things I’ve said...I’ve taken it way too far. I’m sorry.”

Did Hell just freeze over?

“Did...did you just...?”

“I did. Wanna hear it again? I’m sorry for being such a prick to you, (Y/N),” he repeated. “It’s so wrong of me to act that way, and I’ve taken some of my comments too far. I’m truly sorry.”

I was stunned into silence at this. I couldn’t believe that he was actually apologizing. Never in a million years did I ever think I’d hear the words “I’m sorry” come from Mark’s mouth, and that he’d actually mean them! I was starting to wonder if this was all some sort of elaborate prank he was pulling on me.

“Why do you make fun of me?” I asked. “I’ve tried to be your friend since day one, I don’t think I’ve ever did anything to you.”

Mark looked down at his hands. I could see him trying to work his way through some type of response. Finally, he sighed, sounding defeated, and responded, “Because I like you, and I didn’t think you’d ever like me. So I thought it’d be easier just to push you away than to even try and be friends.”

Well, tonight really is just filled with surprises, huh?

“That’s...a lot to unpack,” I said. “First and foremost, why do you think I wouldn’t like you? You haven’t even given me time to get to know you.”

“You wouldn’t want to get to know me,” he said. “You’re this perfect person in every way. You’re excelling in your classes, you’re so hard working and determined. I’m basically the exact opposite of that. I have zero drive to do school work, I’m just barley passing. I have no idea what I’m doing with my life, but you seem so sure of everything. A girl like you would never fall for a guy like me. And I mean...that fucking stings, but you’re probably better off that way. I’d just hold you back.”

I let his words settle in for a moment. I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t even sure how much I believed him. After so long of Mark mocking me and putting me down, I had a hard time believing anything he had to say.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t try to help you with that stuff?” I finally asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean...if you had told me this from the start, we could’ve worked on that together. I could help you with school work, and help you figure out what you wanted to do with your future. Even if it took years to figure that out, I could’ve helped you.”

Mark lifted his head to look at me. “Would...could you...do you have feelings for me, too?”

“I might,” I admitted, “but you have to work to find that out. You’ve been treating me like trash since we met, it’s not exactly the best start to a relationship. So, I propose we start over.” I held my hand out to him. “Hi, I’m (Y/N).”

He smiled at me and shook my head. “I’m Mark.”

“Nice to meet you, Mark.”

His smile was actually really nice. He looked handsome when he wasn’t trying to be a colossal douchebag.

Near seconds after our little make up, we both heard the lock to the basement door turning. We quickly rose to our feet as Dani pulled the door open, trying (and failing) to hide the grin on her face.

“I didn’t realize the door was locked! Sorry guys.”

Dani had always been a bad liar.

Mark and I shared a look before he walked out of the basement before me, completely abandoning the ping pong table, which was why we had gone down there. Dani was smiling brightly at me as I passed her. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but smile back as well.

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[san--shine]

My fansign experience (10.04.2019)

Soooo after 2 months here finally comes my fansign experience. I will try to keep it short but still it will be way to long so I will place it under the cut after Hongjoong. I hope I don’t make anyone sad or something and it can make you smile a bit maybe~

Hongjoong

When I came up to him and told him that I am nervous he instantly told me not to be nervous and tried to make me laugh. When I asked him why he said that I am cute when I laught. He then proceed to laugh with me about my post-it question which was telling me the mental ages of the members. Afterwards we still had time since Seonghwa was still busy so I let him guess my age. He asked if he should guess in korean or german age and I told him that he could decide and he decided on german age. He then leaned back and proceed to drag his gaze up and down until he settled on my eyes. And guess what. He said 23 which is kinda right since I tun 23 later this year. We were both so surprised since normally noone guesses my age right and he was surprised probably that he got it right and that I am older than them ^^

For the general vibes he gave me during the fansign: He has such a calm and funny vibe. He was nervous, you could tell, but he was always sure of himself and about what he was saying to you. Truly the perfect leader who did everything he could to calm you down or make you laugh depending on what he thought would help you more ~

Seonghwa

Let me give you something of his trained english: “HI, oh you bought shiber with you. How are you.” ... “Nervous? Me too, so nervous.” He leaned so close while we were talking. His post-it question was about his favorite korean food. And he asked me if I have ever eaten Ramen in the end and I was like “Yeah yesterday before the concert.” He was so surprised, happy and excited and was telling me that he actually ate ramen 10 minutes before the fansign and that I shouldn’t tell anyone ^^ In the end he gave Shiber a pat and said that I should come to Korea to eat with him. Poor baby was wearing so much make up tho. 

Seonghwa has such a calming vibe. Like, I literally thought I would freak out while sitting in front of him. But he hold eye contact all the time and let me tell you, you could see his eyes shining with happiness. He was so happy and it managed to calm me down instantly. I don't know how often he told me how nervous he is too. It makes you feel so much better knowing that they were struggling with nervousness too.

Yunho

The first thing after he read my name was saying how muched he loves my name. He also loved that I am becoming a teacher. Though he guessed that I'm a English teacher since my english was so good. When I tried to explain him what I am studying he was struggling to understand what I mean with the word math but he understood biology. After he read my post-it note (where I asked him to write down some encouraging words for studying) he asked me why. So I told him that I was struggling with university and was scared to actually fail it in the end. Yunho said that I should always study hard and that whenever I feel that it gets to much that I should know that he will think about me. I told him that he is cute when I got up to get to Yeosang and he got so shy ~

Yunho gives the BIGGEST boyfriend vibes! Idk. It's so hard to describe actualy. But he was so curious about my studying and teaching. And I think he kinda felt bad that he didn't understood a word, but hyped me up anyway. I got the feeling that you could tell him everything and anything and he would listen to you! He always looked to endluged in whatever atiny was telling him. If you ever need someone to just listen to your rambles and then tell you that everything will be alright you will love him!

Yeosang

He. Is. So. Cute. And.. he didn't shave^^ He had so much make up on his face trying to conceal it but you could see it clearly. It was so adorable. And he was wearing blue contact lenses. Oof. I asked him to sort all member into Hogwarts Houses (because I knew from a gc beforehand that Yunho would get that question like 3 times already) and he was so eager to do it. He struggled with some word but I had written the house names in the original colors so that helped him. Actually he asked me to help him sort after a while and it was so much fun (San was watching me while doing it because he was bored but I will scream about it later). It was especially funn when we had written down 7 members and we both were looking down left and right wondering who we forgot to sort (it was Jongho btw) :D

Yeosangs vibes are just.. He is so cute. The cutest. You could actually see in his eyes how nervous he was, but he tried his best to talk to you. His english might be broken but he was so sweet trying so hard to make you understand what he was saying. He used up so much time talking to Atiny, the staff in the back almost always tapped him on his shoulder and saying that he was taking too long. And he gave me and others such a good and calming vibe because of it. Like a rock in a waterstream or something. If I ever had a problem I would go to him and he would just hold me and tell me it's fine.

San

OMG San. First of all, before I even got a chance to meet him, he- ugh. Let me tell you something. I was sitting first row, number 17, when I had to get up to start getting in line he still had no one sitting in front of him. So he saw me picking up Shiber and getting in line (I didn’t saw that). A bit later when I was waiting in line I watched the members one by one because I felt like somebody was watching me. San.. He was starring at me. Because he saw me waiting there with a Shiber plushie. When we locked eyes he made a sign like “I am watching you, just you wait until you get here” and was smiling so brightly. When he had to look away because atiny sat in front of him I broke down. I actually found myself sitting on the floor you can’t fcking believe! 

Okay so when it was my turn to talk to him he was waiting for me (Later in pictures and videos I could see that he actually really was waiting. He looked at me and even had the fcking decency to tilt his head and everyone says his eyes screamed “cute” while he was watching me talking and discussing with Yeosang). The first thing he did was scolding Shiber: "Hey Shiber. What are you doing? You are supposed to be in my bed! What are you doing in her lap, hmm?" It was so funny but I got a bit defencive I guess because I answered: "he's here to protect me because I'm nervous" He just looked up to me and smiled?!! And then to Shiber again: "Good Shiber. From no on you protect her and make her smile for me yeah?" I DIED. When he looked down to write in the album he had his hand open on the table for me to hold it, like an open gesture, but I was so shy. I took it tho after a short while and he smiled and HAD THE FCKINGASLJHDFALSJD sorry.. he pulled his fingers in so my hand was touching him more (what freaking fanfiction is this). And actually, it helped so much to calm me down. He wasn't surprised at all about the kkt groupchat I am in and he was happy about it translating everything he wrote down so I could tell them in the groupchat how much he appreciates them. I had a second question prepared, because I am selfish like that where I basically told him that he is the dimple kind and if I could be his dimple queen (since I have dimplse too) San just smiled and said that I can be his queen ~ He high fived me, smiling down at our hands and even continues talking to me while I was already sitting in front of Mingi (I’m sorry Mingi sweetheart).

Now his vibes: Like.. oof. You just sit in front of him and get all kind of different vibes from him at once. Cute. Handsome. Maybe even get a bit scared if he comes to close. Boyfriend. Soft. Respect. But his voice is so soft, it makes you feel all kind of things. And he respects you so much. Like, the others hold their hands up so you can touch and high five them and he just hold his on the table in front of me (I actually didn’t saw him doing it for anyone else) and let me choose if I wanted to hold hands or not. Such a happy vibe

Mingi

Mingi sunshine I’m so sorry again ^^. But still so much fun honestly. The first thing he did was greeting Shiber and then got cut of by San because he still wanted to talk to me (I’m so sorry Mingi, I couldn’t help myself. How should I say no to San?!) While San and I were talking he signed my album silently. He was so glad that I translated the question and wrote it down in english and korean (my question for him was to list his 3 favorite things to do in his spare time). He was so happy about his question and so he wrote down his answers way to fast. And then he tried to translate them for me (Eat, listening to music, going to the sauna). He asked me which ateez concept of the album I like more the red or the black one. I said black and he was surprised and tried defending the red side ^^

He has such little lost baby kitten vibes. Mingi has so much energy in him and you could see he wanted to just run around. Especially in the end it seems to get really hard for him to just sit still. He was so active he even managed to knock over his water bottle while talking to one of the first atinys xD

Wooyoung

My baby Wooyoung. He was so nervous and looked so scared and insecure. I just wanted to hug him, but of course I wasn’t allowed. When he read my name he was confused because I wrote it normally and in korean. But instead of a “j” I used an “i” in the korean version because it sounds like an i if you pronouce it. I tried to explain to him why I wrote it like this, but I don’t think he understood. While he was signing he started to sing to one of the songs playing in the background but stopped when I joined quietly. I felt so betrayed ^^ He smiled about the question (I asked him what I could do to make him happy) He didn’t translate what he wrote down and I needed 2 weeks to get it translated (work on your fcking handwriting woo baby) Sadly we didn’t talk at all while he was writing. Of course I don’t know the reason for it. I actually think it was because I was one of the first and he was still too nervous, because I saw him smiling and opening up more and more while the fansign went on. When he gave me a high five he intertwined our fingers and said he is happy just like this. I told him that he is cute especially when he smiles and that he is loved by me and Atiny. He got so shy and said thank you ~

Wooyoung was so shy. You know how he always acts so confident, but he is such a shy bean and insecure. And he is pure. So we two were actually just two shy beans sitting in front of each other that didn’t know what to do. But he still has much more confidence than I do. The bit we talked were all initiated by him ^^

Jongho

Jongho is so precious. And he just basically overflows with confidence. I was a wreck when I finally came to him but he was so nice and understandable. His english is really good and you could see that he knows what effect he had. His post-it not was to rank his members from the funniest to the lamest. He started but then decided he want my opinion too. So we sorted them together when he struggled with deciding who was funnier. He smiled so much at me and holds deep eye contact while talking actually. We laughed together about his hippo head and the choices he made on the post-it. When I needed to get up he told me I was cute (this btch). I told him he was cute too and he didn't believe me (maybe because of the hippopotamus head). Since he was sitting in front of me we had some cute moments when he was bored. Looking and smiling at me, encouraging me to take pictures of him

Jongho gives really down to earth vibes. He was so calm. Sure he was confident but he was bubbling with energy and happines you could see in his eyes how he was containing himself. And the respect he gives you. I was red as a tomato when I finally reached him (I saw that on video, so no one can tell me otherwise), but he talked normally with me ignoring my internal struggles. He only broke when I told him that he's cute :D

Final words

This fansign was THE best day in my life so far. 

If you ever get the chance to meet them or you are struggling to decide if you wanna try to see them just do it. Its worth the stress and the money and your time. (The fansign actually cost me less than the concert ^^)

They ruined my biaslist those 2 days completly. Yunho at the concert and everyone else at the fansign. San is still on top and will forever stay there tho.

I hope you had fun reading my little rant ~<3

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[slashersteve]

Can’t Cheat Fate [3]

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader, slight Jonathan Byers/Female Reader || Fake Dating! Au

series summary: After years of pining after the same guy you finally decide to tell him, but unfortunately you waited too long and he’s found someone else. Luckily, Steve Harrington offers to help you get him back if you’re willing to help him win the girl of his dreams. 

warnings: some cursing my guy || word count: 2k+

Note: Jonathan get’s a little douchey in this one, like i said this fic is STUPIDLY CHEESY AND CAN GET ANNOYING but i wanna write it so- enjoy~~~~~~

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The sound of shuffling and backpacks being zipped shut tore you out of your thoughts, and you had to sit there for a moment to wonder where you were. When you saw a lab table and heard your Chemistry teacher remind you all to read the next section of the chapter- you realized that you were about a minute away from lunch. You were completely distracted- your nerves getting the best of you the entirety of Chemistry. You were lucky your teacher wasn’t in a bad mood today or he might’ve called you to answer a question because of your distant look.

With shaking hands, you began to put away your binder, and chem textbook into your bag, trying to steady your breathing as well.

You will not chicken out today, you told yourself, if you do you’re going to regret it. So just do it! Jonathan wasn’t a mean guy, why were you so afraid? If he didn’t return your feelings, he wouldn’t be a jerk about it. Sure it may be a little awkward, but you were friends first and could work through the awkwardness. A burst of confidence replaced the fear and the nerves that stayed with you the entire walk to the cafeteria.

Jonathan was sitting in your usual spot, poking at his tray of food, something he did until you would arrive. Luckily, you decided to pack your own lunch today so you didn’t have to wait in the too long of a line for cafeteria food, “Hey!” you called maybe a little too excitedly, he looked up at you with a small smile as you sat down, setting your brown lunch bag in front of you.

“PB and J? And a banana?” he asked without even needing to see the contents inside. You grinned and nodded. Sure, it was the most basic lunch to exist, but it was your favorite, “You want me to get you a soda or something?” he was already pulling his wallet out, and standing up. You quickly shook your head because if he left now you’d probably run away.

“No I’m okay! Urm- how did the photos turn out?” you asked, starting out with small talk first before making a smooth transition into the confession of your feelings. Jonathan settled back in his seat, and he began to tell you how he arrived extra early to the photography room, but that everyone else in his class also had the idea so he didn’t get around to doing it.

“Bummer- I was hoping I could have one of those photos too,” you said.

“Maybe after school it’d be more available, if you’d like to come- you could wait outside the room of course,” he said, referring to your ink incident.

“Oh- I have to wait for you anyway,” you smiled, and Jonathan returned it with a smile of his own, you felt your heart swell up, and you blurted out, “Hey can I tell you something first? It’s something that I wanted to tell you for a while now, and I don’t think I can keep it a secret anymore.” Jonathan tilted his head.

“Oh...okay- I’m listening,” he nodded at you to continue. Your cheeks grew hot, and you found yourself looking at your unopened lunch bag, and gently chewing the inside of your cheek, trying to force yourself to just say it.

“Okay Jonathan I-”

But before you could finish that sentence, a new voice interrupted you.

“Hey (y/n),” Steve suddenly appeared in the empty spot next to you, making you jump slightly, “Sorry to interrupt whatever is going on here- but-” Steve merely glanced at Jonathan who was frowning before resting his eyes on you, “I talked to my swim coach about skipping out on practice- and we came up with an arrangement- every Tuesday and Thursday we can work for the full hour in the library after class.”

You blinked, “It’s Monday.”

“Yeah I can come today still! but I have to leave in the last 20 minutes to see how the freshman swimmers are doing, you know- I am the best swimmer and they need some advice...” he shrugged, and there he goes again. Who exactly are you trying to impress here Steve? You wondered as you glanced over Jonathan. He was looking forward, a distant, annoyed look in his eyes.

“Okay? Well- that’s actually good.” You weren’t lying, it did sound a good arrangement for him, he was the best swimmer according to the school records and himself- oh what are you doing? Why are you letting Steve distract you from telling Jonathan your feelings? This couldn’t wait until after? How could he choose a more inconvenient time for you?

Steve pat your knee, something you didn’t really take notice too, “Can you book the private study room?” You were becoming anxious by now, your leg bouncing up and down, wanting Steve to get out of here already so you could get on with what you were going to tell Jonathan. You just shrugged.

“Yeah I’ll do it before sixth.” Steve smiled, and squeezed your knee. You gave him a smile back, then for some reason as he got up, he winked and replied with, “You’re the best. See you after school.” And okay. Shaking your head, you waved as you watched him go. When he was back to sitting with his friends, throwing a glance over at you for a split second, you turned your attention back on Jonathan.

“So um- as I was saying...” you said, looking at Jonathan, seeing how overly annoyed he looked, and also...well...sad? You raised a brow, but decided to continue, “I was going to say before Steve interrupted is-”

“It’s okay (y/n), you don’t have to tell me. I already know.” Your eyebrows raised.

“You do?” Jonathan nodded, and began to gather all his food on his tray, “Oh well then…” you cheeks were completed heated by your nerves and surprise. He knew? You moved your hair behind your ear, offering a shy smile, “What do you think?”

“You know what I think,” he replied in a groggy tone, making you give him a confused look, and your shy smile falter. He stopped moving now actually looking at you, and he looked upset and annoyed which made your heart drop to your stomach, he rolled his eyes now, “You know what I think of him.”

You were about to speak when you realized why he was acting like that- does he thinks me and Steve are together? What kind of-

“Jonathan what are you talking about? I don’t-”

“I’m not going to dictate you on who to date or who you can mess around with…but with him? Of all people?” he cringed and now you were starting to get annoyed now, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You don’t- I wasn’t even- I don’t even understand how you even think I’m fooling around with Steve!” you said, trying not to be too loud but the people at the next table over could definitely hear you two beginning to argue.

“It’s obvious! Private study room? You ditching me to ‘help him with an essay’?” he made quotation gesture, you were fuming right now because you couldn’t believe this guy and the conclusions he somehow came to, “You could at least be more subtle about it, especially around me.” Oh what the hell!

“Stop acting like an ass! We’re literally working on an essay Jonathan- you’re welcome to sit in with us,” your voice was a bit louder now, the people in the next table were actually looking and even stifled a laugh when Jonathan shut his mouth.

It was honestly moments like this when Jonathan got into one of his moods where you wondered why you even harbored feelings for the guy for so long, he’d snap at you- usually when he was going through some stuff with his dad, you never faulted him for it, but this was just- so ridiculous and stupid of him that you couldn’t let him go on. So as you shoved your lunch bag back into your school bag, not caring if you were smashing the contents, and got up, you glared at him and said, “Get over your stupid hatred of Steve and grow up then maybe I’ll tell you what I actually wanted to tell you.” And with that you left.

Jonathan cursed under his breath, shoving his tray away and then glaring at the other students next to him. They quickly looked away, then Jonathan got up and left too, going straight to his photography class. You on the other hand didn’t actually know where you were going, he was your only constant friend. In fact, you were already starting to feel bad about the stupid argument as you left the cafeteria, and you would only start to feel more sad about it as the day inched to an end.

You’d have to see him in your class of the day anyway, and to get your bike from his car too. You already decided to apologize first, not liking when you fight with him even though sometimes you don’t really think half your arguments are your fault. You just wanted this empty feeling and the ache in your heart to go away for this misunderstanding.

***

As you walked into your last class, History it was, you made a beeline for Jonathan who appeared to be sitting all alone in the back, but as you got closer to take your seat, you were surprised to see that someone else was sitting there, a girl. You stopped in your tracks, seeing the girl leaning her head on her hand as she smiled, nodding along to him. He was smiling too, showing off his camera to her. Now they were leaning close, and you couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that sparked inside of you. Still, you walked over there, stopping by Jonathan and he didn’t even look at you.

“Jonathan,” you squeaked, he didn’t look but the girl did. She smiled up at you, her glossy lips shining in the sunlight that shined through the large windows, you didn’t give her one back, “Hey-”

“Oh- hi,” he spared you one glance, “I left your bike by my car- you can get Steve to take you home.” You clenched your jaw, biting back a response. His friend’s smile fell slightly, noticing the harsh tension between the two of you.

“I don’t want to fight anymore about something ridiculous Jonathan, it’s annoying. So I’m sorry, okay?” There you apologized. Jonathan looked up at you, then just gave a kurt nod, but didn’t say anything like a ‘I’m sorry too.’ It irked you that he didn’t, but what irked you even more was when he turned back to the dark-haired girl and started to continue their conversation. Her eyes lingered on you for a bit, but then rested on Jonathan, her brown eyes shining now too.

You didn’t know how to react, so you simply took a seat more towards the front now sad, and a wee bit jealous. Jonathan glanced over at you when your back was turned, lingering on you as well for more than a few seconds, and would catch himself staring for half of class.

When the day was over, you were quick to retrieve your bike from Jonathan’s car, bidding him a small good-bye (to which he kind of ignored because he was talking to Marlene you learned her name was) but then you ran into Steve in the middle of the hall just before you were about to leave the building to get it.

“Hey! Did you book the room?” he asked. Your eyes widened, you’ve been completely distracted by the messy events that happened in a mere three hours that you totally forgot! Steve could tell by your reaction that you didn’t and playfully waved his finger at you and shaking his head, “This is absurd (y/n), I expected better from you. Ugh.” You felt the corner of your lips curl up, then you released a nervous chuckle.

“It’s a first huh?” you replied, Steve grinned and dropped his hand to the side, “I’m sorry though- it just slipped from my mind I guess.” He examined you now, then tilted his head.

“Are you okay though? I heard everyone talking about some argument you and Jonathan got into…” you blinked, people were talking about it? “Not everyone of course- I just heard about it.”

“If you heard about it then everyone did- it was nothing, Steve. We get into stupid arguments all the time- can we walk and talk?” you thought you heard his laugh from down the hall, not wanting to deal with him and Marlene and just wanting to go home. Steve nodded and you both walked through the double doors, Steve holding it open for you, and then towards Jonathan’s car where your bike was leaned across the side of it, “It’s done, we’ll be back to normal. I’ll get here early tomorrow to get us the room okay? You just annotate the prompt tonight, and write down any questions that I’ll answer for you.” You honestly didn’t want to tell him the fight was about him, Steve would probably get a little big headed if he thought you liked him like that.

Steve nodded, “If you say so.” You retrieved your bike, and he spoke up again, “Is that your ride? Don’t you live like...a million miles away?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. He put his hands on his waist and shook his head.

“No way- here just stay until the practice I thought I wasn’t going to is over, and I’ll give you a ride, we were supposed to stay here anyways,” he offered, and to be honest you were touched by the offer, but you didn’t think you could stay on school grounds any longer than you should be so you declined as you hopped onto your bike.

“Thank you, but- I kind of want to be home like now, have fun at practice though Steve, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” you gave a small smile, and Steve nodded.

“Alright- see you tomorrow.” He watched you ride away, then huffed slightly, wondering what the argument was about anyway.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #can't cheat fate series #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x female reader #slight jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #st imagines #leslie writes imagines again

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Alternate Reality Nightmare: Part 1

Description: You end up in an alternate reality with your bias when you got lost trying to get out, and things definitely aren’t the same here as they are where you’re from. Namjoon x Reader.

Warnings: Violence, other issues, (You should always be careful when reading things)

Posted: 10/27/2018

Tags: Namjoon, Reader X Namjoon, AlternateReality!AU

Angst: 3,522 words

A/N: This one has been in the works for a while. The next part won’t be as together, with some time skips for the sake of my sanity, but hopefully the ending will be satisfying for you.

You raced through the event center, trying to get out. To go back to your hotel to calm yourself down and get the sleep you needed. You shouldn’t have come here. It was too much with the jet-lag. You fell forward, but someone caught you. You looked up and just about died. It was him. Then you saw past him in your panic and you ended up ignoring him when he asked if you were okay with a surprised little smile. You pointed behind him. He turned to look and flinched. “Oh shit.” The two of you were no longer in the event center with thousands of other screaming fans and his band mates. His grip on your arms tightened. “Where are we?” You looked around, panic welling up. “I…I think we’re in the same spot, but…” “But there’s no building.” He finished the statement, moving his grip from your arms to one hand of your hands. “All of the signs are still in Korean.” You shuddered, suddenly glad he spoke English. You knew a little bit of Korean, what you had studied so that you could function when you came over. “Alright, let’s walk down the road and see what happens,” he suggested, sounding calm and rationale but looking almost as freaked out as you were. “Um, is it okay if I don’t let go?” You asked, your voice shaking. You thought you might panic if you lost the contact with his hand, which was opposite of what you had been thinking earlier. You had thought you might panic if you got this close to any of the boys. Now you were clinging to his hand because it was the only thing you recognized. He looked down at you and then gave your hand an extra squeeze. “Yeah, stay close…?” “Y/n.” “Namjoon. Anyway, if everything is different, then…” “For sanity,” you suggested. He gave a nervous smile. “For sanity.” The two of you slowly made your way down the street, noting the glares and whispers that followed. His grip tightened more and more. Someone stopped you, speaking in angry Korean. You glanced between Namjoon and this older woman. Finally, Namjoon dodged around the woman, pulling you with him. “Hurry.” You picked up your pace to match his rushed one. “What did she say?” “She called you my slave.” “Excuse me?!” He gave you a scared and worried look. “She told me that I shouldn’t be so familiar with my slave and that I shouldn’t let you on main roads where you could be seen. Something is off and I can’t place it. Please just come with me.” You caught up with him, sticking close to his side. Slave. The political implications of that were pretty clear. Your parents came to your mind and the panic kept rising. He suddenly pulled you into an alley, navigating through it until the two of you came out on a smaller, dirt street that was virtually abandoned. “Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” you murmured, letting go of his hand and dropping against a wall. He stood in the middle of the street, looking up and down it. “I’m sorry.” “For what? It’s not like you were the one that dropped us into an alternate reality.” You were regulating your breathing to try and keep from crying or panicking. “You came to see us, though. If you hadn’t you might be safe. You aren’t safe now.” “But I’m not alone. This would be a lot worse if I was alone. Though, I’m sorry that it was you. Everyone will be worried about you. The boys, your family, the company, and your fans.” “People will be worried about you too.” “Just my mom and dad. A couple friends. It’s almost inconsequential compared to—“ “It’s not. You are just as important as I am.” He knelt in front of you. “We’ll find a way back to our families.” You stared into his eyes, hoping he was right but knowing it was possible that he was wrong. “What were you doing in that hallway anyway?” He asked, smiling a little. “Chickening out of actually meeting any of you,” you answered, inhaling sharply, and letting out a shaky breath. He looked surprised. “You were leaving?” “I have panic attacks sometimes and I felt a little…I didn’t want to have a panic attack there. It would have been too embarrassing. I didn’t want to be that girl. The one who passes out from meeting human beings who just happen to make amazing music. I promised myself I would never be like that.” “You have panic attacks?” He frowned. You nodded. “I don’t have them as often since I switched jobs, and since I started taking medicine. Got regular sleep, didn’t have caffeine.” “Jet lag?” You nodded. He nodded in return, then stood, holding his hand out to you. “Come on. We’re in this together.” “Namjoon?” A deep voice asked off to one side. One that both of you recognized. Taehyung was staring at Namjoon, but he didn’t look like the Taehyung you both knew. This Taehyung had his hair blue, royal blue, but he was also wearing some sort of fancy uniform, and had strange designs painted on his face. “Taehyung-ssi?” Namjoon stood up slowly, glancing nervously at you. Taehyung swallowed hard. “But…you were…by her…” Taehyung suddenly had his gaze fixed on you, and he was glaring. “Don’t tell me you work for them now!” “I don’t work for anyone Taehyung. I don’t know what’s going on. Please, we need to get her off the street. Please.” Taehyung looked angry and confused. “Why should I help her? Why would you help her? She’s the one that took you from us!” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Namjoon held up both of his hands. “It’s hard to explain. Please, if you ever trusted me, help me get her somewhere safe. She’s scared. I’m scared.” You could hear people coming and whatever they were saying sent Namjoon off. “Taehyung, please!” Namjoon grabbed his friends arm. Taehyung’s gaze was sad as he nodded. “Alright, Hyung. Follow me.” Namjoon quickly turned to you. You got up and took his hand and both of you hurried after Taehyung. Every time someone saw you they were outraged and were yelling at Namjoon and Taehyung. The second crowd was when Taehyung took matters into his own hands. He grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly to his side. He said something in Korean as he dragged you through the crowds and Namjoon followed. He definitely wasn’t just doing it for show, his grip on your arm painful. And he didn’t let go until he basically threw you through the gate of a large residence. You fell down, scraping your hands and knees, and officially unable to breathe. You heard the gate close, then gentle hands and angry Korean greeted you. Taehyung responded in a frustrated tone. Namjoon brushed his fingers over your arm where Taehyung had handled you. He spoke harshly. You looked up at Taehyung as you managed to calm down. “Thank you.” Both of them shut up, mouths open in shock. You looked at Namjoon. “They thought I was a slave. The best explanation is for me to be in trouble. It made my reaction genuine.” “You’re having a panic attack,” Namjoon argued, pulling you to your feet. Taehyung said something that seemed to calm Namjoon down. You looked back up at Taehyung. “Hang on, you spoke English fluently earlier.” He nodded. Namjoon looked at his little brother and shook his head. “When did you learn English?” “We all learned it after you…after she took you. We were trying to find you. Know your enemies, right?” He stared at the ground, looking like he didn’t know whether to glare or be sad. “We should get inside. The other guys should know.” Namjoon looked at you, then at Taehyung. “You’ll help me keep her safe?” “Yes, Hyung. But only until you explain what’s going on. Then I make no promises.” “That’s enough,” Namjoon said, relief evident in his voice. Taehyung led the way inside. “Hyungs! Jimin-ssi! Jungkook-ssi! Meeting in the Living room!” Namjoon kept hold of your hand, whispering calming words to try and help you come back from the panic. It really wasn’t too bad of an attack as far as your attacks went, but… Taehyung gestured for you to take a seat on the couch, then went into the kitchen, yelling out in Korean. He came back with a cup of water, putting it in your shaking free hand and holding it steady even though he obviously disliked you. You took a drink, calming surprisingly fast. “Taehyung,” Jin said. He was staring at you and Namjoon looking like he had seen a ghost. He had different markings from Taehyung, but like Taehyung was still extremely handsome with his silver hair. His clothes were a little more normal. Taehyung went over and guided him to a seat, speaking softly in Korean. Jin slowly nodded. Jungkook, Jimin, and J-Hope came in next but their reactions weren’t as subdued as Jin’s. Jungkook‘s eyes widened and Namjoon’s name slipped between his lips, but then he saw you. Jimin had seen you first, then Namjoon. J-Hope was probably the scariest difference, looking like some sort of demon with his markings and hair, and his fingers pressing into your neck and cutting off oxygen. “Hoseok!” Namjoon tried to push J-Hope away, finally succeeding when Taehyung helped him. J-Hope spat out words that were filled with venom despite your inability to understand. You gasped for breath, pressing back into the cushions of the couch as they argued loudly and J-Hope glared at you. “Hey!” Someone finally yelled over everyone. Silence fell as everyone fell still and everyone looked at Jin. Suga had snuck in at some point and was standing beside him looking shocked. Jin’s glare was intense. He barked out an order in a tone that had all of the boys except Namjoon scrambling to sit at attention. Namjoon looked at them in confusion, then slowly moved back to your side and sat. “What’s going on?” You whispered, your voice pitched ultra high from the panic that was overwhelming you. He looked at you, then quickly wrapped his arms around you. “I don’t know. Are you okay?” You shook your head. He helped you go through some different things to calm down, ignoring the other boys. It took a while, and the whole time they were perfectly silent. Waiting. Finally, you were able to breathe easily and didn’t feel like you were going to die. You and Namjoon faced his group members and you could see them all clearly. Suga had the least markings, most of his were on his neck and hands. He was wearing the lightest colored clothing, a pale blue that went well with his brown hair. Jimin looked a little creepy, his gaze intense and fixed on you, the dark markings around his eyes emphasizing his glare. It gave you flashbacks to the beginning of their music career when they always had dark eyeliner on, but this was also very different. There was something ominous about the markings. This pink-haired Jimin looked nothing like the soft Mochi you remembered from the Spring Day era. Jungkook somehow looked even more like a bunny with his markings and his dark purple hair. His eyes looked huge as he looked nervously back and forth between Namjoon, Jin, and J-Hope. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t dare. J-hopes markings almost completely covered his face, and his hair looked like it had been dyed with blood. He wore blacks and dark greys, and looked at you so casually murderous that you had a feeling he didn’t go by J-Hope here. “Namjoon…explain,” Jin finally ordered in that same voice that brooked no argument. Namjoon squeezes your hand, checking one last time that you were okay before facing the boys. “Is it okay if I speak in English?” Jin nodded sharply. Namjoon nodded, seeming nervous. He took a breath but his voice didn’t come out. “Hyung, what happened to your marks?” Jungkook asked in a soft voice, glancing nervously at Jin after. Jin made a slight gesture that seemed to be forgiving him and prompting Namjoon to answer. There was something about Jin that was so…authoritative. “I’ve never had…marks,” Namjoon answered slowly. “I don’t know what is going on. I just know that she’s considered a slave or something and there’s some sort of war…and apparently, your Namjoon was taken or killed.” “Do you think this is a joke?” J-Hope hissed, tensing as if he was getting ready to pounce. “Hoseok,” Jin growled, shooting a glare in that direction. J-Hope looked away with an apology in Korean. “Explain,” Jin demanded, fixing his gaze on both of you. Namjoon hesitated. “Where we’re from, the seven of you make up a very popular music group, Bangtan Sonyeondan, or BTS. I’m a fan. I was at an event that you were throwing. I was leaving and I ran into Namjoon. When we looked up again, we weren’t there anymore. We were here. Where I’m a slave, or some sort of soldier, and let me tell you right now, I’m really not.” Jin’s eyes flashed silver as his gaze flicked between you and Namjoon. The others seemed to be waiting for him. “They’re telling the truth.” You flinched, sharing a glance with Namjoon. “How do you know?” Namjoon asked, curious despite the intensity of the situation. They all looked at him like he grew a second head. Hoseok cleared his throat, suddenly looking less hostile. “So, another dimension?” Jin leaned back into his seat. “Taehyung and Jimin, go prepare a room for y/n. Jungkook, back to work. Yoongi, you too. Hoseok, we’ll discuss your temper and punishment later.” “Yes, Hyung,” the other boys chorused, then dispersed, with many glances back towards the two of you. Then it was just the three of you. Jin deflated and dropped his head into his hands, the heels of his hands rubbing his eyes. “Sorry about Hoseok. He hasn’t been the same since his family was killed, and when you…when our Namjoon was taken he sort of snapped. We all did, but in different ways. We can’t even get Jungkook-ssi to leave the barrack.” “And you all know English,” you murmured. He nodded, sitting straight again and fixing you both with a serious gaze. “I’ll have to talk to Jungkook and see what he’s been up to. He should know better than to mess with things beyond his understanding.” You stared for a moment. “You think Jungkook did this?” “Him or Jimin. If not them, then something is going on that is beyond my rank.” Jin looked worried. And he looked too thin. Drawn out. Like he had been shoved into a role that he had no idea how to fill and was at his wits end to do so. “Was I the leader?” Namjoon asked, taking your hand in his again and squeezing it. Jin nodded slowly. “We always thought Hoseok would be the leader if something happened to you, but he couldn’t be rational. He was in so much pain. It’s been a long time since he’s acted like our hope.” “Hyung,” Namjoon murmured, obviously worried about them even though you both knew that they weren’t the same people. “I’m sorry.” You wanted to just tuck Jin into a bed and feed him and tell him everything would be okay. You wanted to make him smile and laugh. “Yoongi has been doing what he could to help, but most of the time it’s all he can do just to keep Hoseok under control when I’m busy. Jimin and Taehyung stick together. Taehyung makes sure Jimin doesn’t get too upset when Hoseok brushes him off. Jungkook doesn’t normally cause any problems. He sticks with Taehyung and Jimin when they’re home. And he’s one of the few that Hoseok still seems to remember to care about.” Jin got up and straightened up the couch, then gestured for the two of you to follow him into the kitchen. He started scrubbing counters. “I’m doing my best, but i guess I’m failing. I don’t know why you…why he kept me in his team. Especially once Jungkook was able to do everything I could teach him. And our Namjoon has the same gifts I did. It should have been Hoseok. Maybe the responsibility would have kept him from going off. Namjoon. That idiot. He shouldn’t have saved me. He shouldn’t have chosen me.” You squeezed Namjoon’s hand to resist the urge to make Jin stop working so hard. He looked so pale. His eyes flashed silver and he flinched, knocking the vase to the ground as he almost collapsed. “Hyung!” Namjoon hurried to Jin’s side. You looked around and spotted the broom, waiting for Namjoon to help the protesting man out of the way so you could sweep. Namjoon practically forced Jin into one of the chairs. “I’m fine. It was just a small one,” Jin said. Jungkook came running in. “Hyung?” “I’m fine. It was just a small one.” “The physician said you should call him if you have one,” Jungkook murmured, still acting respectful, but also acting casually. “They’re getting more frequent…” “Everything will be okay, Jungkook-ssi. Don’t worry about me. I…” his eyes flashed again and he stiffened then his eyes rolled back. “Hyung?!” Jungkook caught Jin as he fell sideways. “Yoongi-Hyung! Hurry!” “Is—is he having a seizure?” You asked. Yoongi darted in. “Get him on the floor.” Jungkook and Namjoon got him on the floor and Yoongi put a hand on Jin’s chest as the man convulsed. Yoongi’s eyes glowed warmly despite his worried expression. He was focused intently on Jin, his own breathing getting rapid and shallow and the markings on his hands turning white. Jungkook pushes Yoongi away with a conflicted sound. “It’s not working!” “I called the doctor,” Jimin said in a worried voice from the doorway. Namjoon was staring in horror. “What’s happening?” “Jin is sick. That happens when…” Taehyung started to answer before he choked up. Namjoon dropped beside Jin, grabbing his hand. “What’s wrong with him? What does he have?” “He’s dying because Namjoon is too far away. They’re soul-bonded. It allows one of them to fight longer and harder, but if they’re separated for too long before the bond is broken…one of them will get sick and die.” Hoseok knelt on the other side of Jin, his expression more like that of J-Hope’s. He felt Jin’s forehead. “Come on, wake up. Wake up, Hyung.” You swallowed hard. “What happens if he doesn’t wake up?” Jungkook looked at you with big, scared eyes. “If? No…no, he has to. Wake up, Jin-ssi!” He started toward Jin but Yoongi and Jimin held him back.  “Wake up, wake up, please!” You looked at Namjoon and saw that he was looking at you. You knew what he wanted to ask. He wanted to help his family here before you went back to your own dimension. You slowly nodded your agreement. He nodded back. “We should look for you. That might be the best way to find him.” You nodded. Then his eyes widened. “Wait, you understood me? I forgot to switch from Korean to English.” You stared at him. “Say something in Korean.” “You can speak Korean?” Taehyung asked you, looking surprised. “No,” you replied, folding your arms. “I only know a couple phrases.” “You’re speaking it now,” Hoseok said, his gaze still fixed on Jin, who had gone still. “And if you two aren’t the same as ours, then how do you intend to find her?” “Will it have changed who my parents are? Or my siblings? Will it change my name or my grandparents?” You asked, taking a deep breathe. “I have to believe that there will be enough similarities that we can recognize me. Or, this version of me.” Unless they were sent to your own universe. Jimin ran to let in the physician. You looked down at Jin, shuddering slightly. Yoongi was cradling his hand in his other, looking like he was in pain. Hoseok looked up at you, catching your gaze and holding it as he stood up and stood in front of you. Taehyung pulled Namjoon away and pushed him into a closet. Jin started convulsing again. The physician dropped next to Jin, murmuring and pulling out equipment. Hoseok turned your face back toward him. “Your Namjoon can help him. I know this version of you better than anyone else. He stays here. You go with me. You get me to him. I’ll get you back here.” You didn’t see any warmth or sincerity in his eyes. You were a tool. “Alive or dead?” He smirked. “That depends entirely on you.” The physician cursed. “He’s stopped breathing.”

Masterlist.  Part 2.

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I Told You

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Reader, Past Joker x Harley Quinn Warnings: Language, Abuse, implication of Violence. Basic H/J stuff.

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"Harrrrrrleeeyyyyyyyyyy" You whined the moment you heard the door open.

"WHAT?" Was her flippant reply back. "I'm bored!" You answered, rolling around in the sheets of your bed as she appeared in the doorway. "Well, what ya wanna do, princess?" She questioned, sauntering over to the bed and plopping herself down, her hand going to massage the exposed skin of your back where your shirt had ridden up. "There's nothing to do, Harlz, and it's so boring." you whined again, squirming around under her touch that never failed to drive you even crazier than you already where, "I wish stupid Joker didn't have to go and put B-Man on high alert." "Hey, don't talk about Mistah Jay like that." She chided, brows furrowing under her fringe of bangs. "Well, it's true! And now he's nowhere to be-" "Harleeyyyyyy, I'm homeeeeeeee" "Mistah Jay! I knew ya'd come back for me!" Harley squealed, scrambling away from the bed, your bed to rush to the front door. There he was, in all his 'glory', his purple and green suit dusty and torn, him himself looking worse than either of you had ever seen him. Harley ran to him, jumping into his open arms as he swung her around in a faux romantic gesture. Bile pooled in your gut at the sight. Who did he think he was? You were the one who picked her up, dusted her off, and put her back together when he left. When he abandoned her when she needed him the most. "And who is this?" He cooed, his attention finally drawn from the gorgeous blonde in his arms to you. "Oh, you don't remember?" You growled, anger and rage and hatred burning through your body at the sight of the woman you loved in the arms of the man who wrecked her, broke her, and left her for dead. "This is...." Harley started, but was interrupted by the sound of the baby's high-pitched cries. "What is that horrible noise?" Joker cringed, letting go of Harley to bring his fingertips to his the temple of his white face. "Oh, um, that's, Lucy, Puddin'. Doncha 'member? I know it's been a while but..." Harley answered, her voice trailing off as the submissive side of her mind took over. The side that you had torn her away from. "Lucy? Who the Hell is Lucy?" He questioned, confused, as he started to make his way towards the upset child. You quickly stepped in front of him, getting in his way of the door frame to the baby's room. "Stay the Hell away from her, Joker." you growled possessively. After what Harley told you he did to her while she was pregnant, there was no way you would let this monster around that little girl. "Maaaaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" She cried in the background for Harley, who quickly and silently slipped passed the two of you to coddle the frustrated baby. "Mama?" Joker asked, confused look splitting his face upon realization "Harley? Did you make me a father?" Harley bounced the little red-headed girl in her arms, smiling at her as she skipped back over to stand behind your protection. Harley was a smart woman, and she knew The Joker better than anyone, and also knew his way of reacting to new things wasn't always the most pleasant of interactions. "Um, well, yeah, Mistah Jay. I told you, 'member? Right before you...." She tried to answer, but her voice broke as she trailed off, the memory of that dark and stormy night flashing in her mind. "Before you threw her out a fucking window, Joker." You growled possessively, moving to stand more in front of the two women who you loved more than anything. "I...I have...a...daughter?" Joker stepped back dramatically, trying to mimic himself stumbling, but you knew it to all be a ruse for Harley's benefit. He cracked that signature Joker smile, opening his arms wide, "Come to papa, baby girl!" Your eyes narrowed and a growl left your throat as Harley danced passed you towards her ex lover with their child, the child you had been raising for the past year to his 'loving, waiting' arms. Of course, you knew better. Harley, in her love struck dumbness, didn't. Joker jerked the baby out of her mothers arms quickly, cradling the little girl against his chest as he landed a sickening SMACK to the side of Harley's face. Instantly, you were grabbing her, tugging her away from her abuser with a loud roar. "I told you to stay the fuck away from her, Joker. I told you I'd tear your fucking face off." His eyes darkened visibly, more recognition flooding through his purple irises as he cocked his head to the side to study how you touched Harley, picked her up off the floor where she'd fallen, checking to make sure she was okay. "Ohhhh, yesssss, I remember you know," He sang devilishly, turning to Lucy in his arms to coo at her, "This is the bitch that stole you and Mommy away from me, Lucy. Do you call her mama too?" Lucy's beautiful blue eyes turned to you as she stretched out her arms in your direction, struggling against The Joker's hold on her to get to you and her mom. "Are you okay, Harl?" You whispered to your girl, hand raising to stroke the cheek that was reddening quickly due to to The Joker's blow. "Don't worry about it, Princess, I'm fine." "Here that, Princess, she's fine. Come here, Harlequin, come to Daddy." He prodded, opening his free hand again, offering her more faux protection that she quickly swallowed down and ran to him again. Another smack across her face, making poor Lucy scream in terror as her father stood there laughing. "Kid doesn't get the joke. Who do you have raising you?" Joker frowned, setting the small girl down on her butt on the floor before sashaying suavely over to where Harley lay covering her face in your lap, crying. He crouched down and let his eyes run over her sobbing body before bringing his gaze to you. "You should have let her die that night, Princess, let yourself be free like I did. Now you're stuck with a broken bitch and a bastard kid. Ha! Looks like the joke is on you!" "I'm going to kill you, Joker. I'm going to cut your face off and feed it to the hyenas." You spat, literally, in his face. The Joker growled, baring his yellowed teeth as his pungent breath made its way up your nostrils, making your stomach lurch. He patted Harley on the ass as he stood before making his way back towards the door, "We'll see about that, kid." After getting Harley and Lucy into bed, you couldn't sleep. Harley was of course curled into your side, her small form shaking with the nightmares. Unable to bare her pain anymore, you unraveled yourself from her frame, slid into your boots, grabbed your favorite knife, one that Harley had given you as an anniversary gift, and quietly made your way out of the house. You knew where to find him. You always knew. You'd known the whole time he'd been 'away,' but of course you would never mention that to Harley. You loved her too much and she didn't deserve to have to deal with him. Of course, he could never stay away from her, either, but you'd hoped he would. You crept into the old abandoned plant, careful not to awaken the few stupid henchmen he had left, slitting their throats in silence until you finally found him. You straddled his legs, and his hands instantly came to your hips. He opened his eyes, the purple irises glinting in the moonlight shining through the near-by broken window. "Princess, what are you?" He questioned, but didn't have time to finish before the knife was pressed against his jaw. "I told you, Joker. You know I don't lie." You cooed, psychotic smile stretching across your face as you pressed the knife deeper, his screams of agony filling the room... The next morning Harley woke up to an empty bed, but the smell of bacon and the sound of Lucy's giggling filling the small space you called home. She stumbled out of the room and into the living area, rubbing her bruised cheek as she went. "Look, mama! I's clown!" Lucy squealed, and Harley turned to see what had her beautiful daughter so giddy. There were the two of you, giggling and laughing as Lucy held up the mangled 'mask' to her own face. "I is Dada now!" 

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[sambashua]

orange sherbet

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHEEPY @chipsandwaffles ??? what url to tag tbh well your birthday is tomorrow but ! here it is~ enjoy this shit show and congrats on being old:D thanks for being a great friendo!

Basically Doyoung works in an ice cream parlor and it’s really cheesy and cliche but the shop is based on the one they went to for the boy video if you want reference i guess❁ this is just...actually 2k words worth of pure trash

Your shoes clacked along the pavement as you made your way home from university. Another long day of classes left you tired, cranky and, of course, hungry.

Ducking between tiny patches of shade to avoid the beating sun did little to help in the relentless humidity, and you sped up to make the stoplight.

As expected, you just barely missed it.

While you huddled in a sliver of shade cast by the traffic light, you spotted a colorful shop out of the corner of your eye. It couldn’t hurt to take a quick peek before the light turned again right?

As you inch closer you can see the delicate pink paint and large windows decorated with neon signs that reveal an inviting ice cream parlor. You glance over your shoulder to check the light, and after ensuring it was still red, you slip inside the glass door.

The rush of cool air was enough to knock you off your feet, but you merely stumbled in from the humid air. You faintly register the delicate ring of a bell signaling your entrance.

An overwhelmingly sweet scent clung to the air and enveloped you in a blanket of icy sugar.

The shop was empty, which could be expected on a late Thursday afternoon in that heat, and surprisingly small. A metallic counter took up the majority of the space with shorter counters along the windows lined with seats.

Just as you were mustering up the strength to go back outside and brave the heat once more, a door behind the counter swung open and a beautiful boy stepped out.

Well not a boy, a young man? He looked to be near the same age as you. Just as you were about to run out to avoid having to interact with a real person, he spoke up.

“Hi! can I help you?”

Instead of letting you respond he listed out the day’s specials and gestured to the different cup sizes all while smiling brightly. Your mind cranked, trying to string together enough words to form some sort of coherent sentence in your overheated and sleep-deprived state, but the ice cream boy prattled on.

“So you could get one flavor or a mix of two for the same amount!” his voice dropped and he leaned closer and cupped a hand around his mouth. “I can even throw in three flavors if you want. It’s been a super slow day and I’m the only employee here.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he was off again, running his mouth at an impressive speed.

Damn does this kid ever stop talking?

His sentence trailed off as he tried to explain how every flavor was made in-house and their ingredients were imported from the finest blah blah.

“I’m so sorry, ah, my friends always tell me I ramble when I-“ he blurted out awkwardly.

Your jaw slacked when you realized why he changed topics, “Oh, shit did I say that out loud? Fuck- shoot sorry for cursing.”

He shook his head and laughed a bit at your equally flustered state, “I’m Doyoung by the way. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before?”

You offered your name in return and shrugged, “I guess I’ve never noticed it.”

The growl of your stomach echoed above the soft music playing, reminding you that you had places to be.

Doyoung smiled again (or had he ever stopped?), offering his services once more.

Choosing your favorite flavor and sitting at the window, he settled down beside you and continued to strike up conversation. Or rather, continued to babble as you listened. He was so damn cute you didn’t even mind.

“Really, do you ever take a breath?” you teased.

“Usually no one has anything interesting to say,” he shot back.

You rolled your eyes and shifted your weight so you faced away from him to continue eating your ice cream.

You could sense Doyoung’s pout before you turned to look. His lips sunk down at the corners with eyebrows furrowed above sad, dark (and cute) eyes. Despite yourself, you felt a tug at your stupid heart.

His face returned to a blinding smile as you punched his arm and told him to go on.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed,” he said.

❁

Your shoes clacked along the pavement as you made your way to Doyoung’s ice cream parlor, like every afternoon after your classes.

The bounce in your steps reflected your excitement to see the talkative boy. But you’d never let him know that. His ego was already big enough. You simply pretend you need a place to escape the heat and your obnoxious roommates.

Although you’d never admit it, your daily visits to the shop were the highlight of your day.

After sitting at the corner near the window all afternoon studying and savoring the ice cream flavor of the day, you now perched atop the counter beside the cash register and watched Doyoung count the money and rush around the shop clearing surfaces, sweeping and straightening every last chair.

“You know this would go a lot faster if you helped,” your friend complained.

You scoffed. “You’re the one getting payed Dodo! And I’m busy.”

He rolled his eyes are you turned back to tapping away at your phone. That didn’t keep you from stealing glances at him and smirking to yourself.

A soft laugh escaped you as he bumped his head as he tried to stand after reaching a paper underneath a table.

He turned sharply and pointed a finger, “Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, punk.”

One hand instinctively slapped over your mouth and you saluted with the other. “Yes, sir!” you said with your eyes still crinkled in amusement.

❁

Your shoes clacked along the pavement as you hurried to the parlor, later than usual.

Upon entering the shop one afternoon, you registered Doyoung wore a baseball cap which partially covered his orange (;)))) hair that you’d definitely need to steal later. You also noticed that the usually quiet store bustled with movement.

Nearly twenty boys crowded around the small counter, practically blocking Doyoung from view. Dodging elbows and shoulders, you narrowly managed to squeeze through the throng and darted behind the counter to hide behind the safety of Doyoung and the cash register until the group dispersed.

Instead of the look of stress you expected to see etched on Doyoung’s soft features, you saw a look of calm and even… anticipation?

“Y/N!” Doyoung grabbed your wrist before you could reach the alcove between the wall and the freezer and pulled you into his side. “See, guys? I told you I had a girlfriend!”

“Gir-?!” Doyoung quickly pinched your bicep with the arm he had wrapped around your shoulders, cutting you off.

“Can you believe these dorks thought I could never find a girl to tolerate me long enough to date me, babe?” Before you make a second exclamation he continued on. “Y/N, these are my friends from my uni club I told you about? Remember?”

You leafed through your memory and vaguely recalled one of Doyoung’s long rants involving the boys in his performance group teasing him often.

Playing along, you wrapped your arms loosely around his waist and nuzzled your head into his chest.

Fuck he smelled so good.

“Doyoungie, why didn’t you introduce me to your friends earlier?” you whined and put on a pouty gaze to look up at his chin.

You felt him exhale a breath and smile proudly. He owed you, like, at least five free ice creams.

Doyoung tried his best to introduce all his friends but the seemingly endless smiling faces began to blur together. You vaguely remembered a Mark and a few J names and a Tae-something? It didn’t matter much because Doyoung looked so happy to be talking with his friends. Your hand fisted into the fabric of his shirt as you saw a grin light up his face and adorably crinkled his eyes. Fuck.

The tallest boys smiled broadly, “I’m so glad you finally got together with Y/N, Doyoung. You haven’t shut up about her for months!”

You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping, but, luckily, Doyoung’s hand was right there to shut your damn mouth.

❁

As soon as Doyoung closed the shop door behind the last of them, he turned on his heel and looked at you grimly. Your foot tapped rhythmically on the tile and you crossed your arms expectantly. Doyoung offered a sheepish (ha) grin and laughed breathily.

“Heyyyy-“ he scratched the back of his neck, while drawling on. “Hmm… wasn’t that something…”

“Oh, so now you have nothing to say?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

He looked anywhere but at you, and made a move to the register, but you stepped in his path. With a quirk of your head he stopped mere centimeters away. His proximity almost made you want to catch your breath and step down and drop your questions. Almost.

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

“Y/N,” he lifted his cap to run a hand through his hair, still avoiding eye contact. “I have to close up the shop.”

You scowled as he tried to move past you one more time. A hand on his chest froze him in his tracks.

“Doyoung, I swear to fuck. Fucking talk to me, you loser.” You couldn’t keep the scowl on your face from turning into a pout as he finally looked into your eyes.

“Why hadn’t you just told me to act as your girlfriend or whatever before? You could have given me a heads up!” you said.

Doyoung let out a sigh and his hand ran along the back of his neck, “I just-” he paused. “I just didn’t know how you would take it… I don’t know it’s dumb. I’m sorry.”

“Doyoung, it’s no big deal really I don’t-”

“It’s a big deal to me!” he cut off sharply.

You took half a step back in surprise. Why was he so worked up about this? But you let your hand fall that you hadn’t even noticed was still rested on his chest. He sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes slowly. His face scrunched up and he let out a long sigh.

“I just, fuck. I really like you, Y/N. Okay? But I don’t want to make things weird between us, so I act like everything we do isn’t a big deal even though I think about every second we spend together and think about how it would be different if I could just kiss you or hold your hand or tell you how much I like you. I want to grab your face and tell you how fucking cute you are when you pout or when you get mad at me or when you’re studying or watching me work while you pretend to be on your phone. I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me when you make me laugh or how much joy you’ve brought into my dumb life when you walked into this stupid store. But I don’t want to do anything because you just think I’m a loser and a weirdo and I-”

You cut him off abruptly by pressing your own lips roughly against his and unabashedly throwing your arms around his neck.

The force of your sudden act caught Doyoung off balance, and caused a chair to topple over loudly. But he somehow was able to keep upright, and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

“You are a weirdo, you loser.” You breathlessly managed once you broke apart. “But that’s why I like you, too.”

Doyoung smiled so brightly heart began to swell with joy.

He brought your lips to his again.

#nct #nct scenarios #doyoung scenarios #look sheep i'm providing content for the tag #i hope this makes your day slightly better???? i did my best truly eep asjkdhkfjdal #i tried to kinda match your personality but you're too badass for me to write so #pls don't read this @ anyone else bc it's actually rlly bad and gross omg #@ sheep rip sorry but at least it's dodo agjhdfskjd #ily bud! #have a great day! #and days until your birthday! #!!!! #doyoung #eep sheep #mir mumbles #y'all i'm a nonfiction writer i'm not cut out for /creativity/ #also i'm worried abt the formatting and typos so lemme know pls #i just came up w the title on the fly ! #it's bc ! his orange hair ! #so ! creative ! #ew can i shut up #i'm never writing ever again sorry

[hoseokmylovesworld]

Picture of Love | 05

Pairing: Photographer!Hoseok x OC x Producer!Yoongi

Genre/Warnings: Hoseok AU/Yoongi AU/Includes strong language.

Words: 5,080

Summary: Charlotte Galloway is the leader of the up and coming girl band, “She-Bang”, with a side hustle as a photographer for anyone who will hire her.  She meets a fellow professional photographer named Jung Hoseok who helps “She-Bang” realize their dreams and Charlotte to make a love connection along the way.

"Leyah...Leyah wake up." I say into my best friend's ear. She stirs slightly, but does not respond and makes no efforts to listen further. As I suspected. These girls only respond to one thing.

"LEYAH WAKE UP!" I yell still near her ear. She shrinks back at the noise immediately and rolls to the other side of her bed, covering her ears. "Goddammit Char!"

"Come on. You gotta get up so we can go." I shoo the covers away from her only to see her matching tweety bird shorts and tank top pajamas. I snicker.

"It's Friday. We don't have a gig today ass-hat! What the fuck time is it anyway?" She grabs her covers back.

"You know, I love when you call me that." I look off into the distance for dramatic effect, for no one in particular. "But if you must know, night owl, it is 10:09 AM. The girls are getting ready. You're all that's left. Please join us." I say moving closer to her face with my head in the palm of my hands, elbows resting on her bed. She takes one look at me and breaks. She never was able to resist me.

"Ffffffine. Where are we even going?" She rubs the sleep out of her eyes. YES.

"I just made a benji on Patreon and I wanna share it with my girls and congratulate them on their hard work...by taking them out to brunch thank you very much." I smile brightly. J-Hope encouraged me to start sharing my photos on Patreon recently and apparently people really like my work and want to see more.

 "Also I made plans for us all later. Just wear something punk and look cute."  

"Why didn't you just start with that?" She sits up and smiles groggily. I smile back. "I just like to fuck with you." I laugh and boop her nose and back away quickly in case she retaliated. She just rolls her eyes and falls back onto the bed waiting for Carrie to get out of the shower.

Seeing as I am fully dressed and ready to go, I wait on my girls and pass the time by tinkering with my phone.

Though I said I would try not to talk to J-Hope until Saturday, he's continued to text me  everyday of the week since we last spoke...And so I maybe text him back. He's been away in Maine all week for work, but he promised he would be back for our date on Saturday.

I hear a ping and get a notification on my phone. J-Hope texted me.

J-Hope: Hey! Just landed in San Fran. Told you I'd be back in time.*smiley face emoji*

I roll my eyes and smirk playfully. I send him a quick reply and continue to get ready for brunch with the girls. Me: Well thank you for keeping your word.

I text Kyle where were going, because I still haven't made up with Darren, and we're off.

The train ride to the Hollywood Cafe is short and filled with us making fun of people we see on public transportation. We're seated and soon we each are sipping on different flavored mimosas. "So." I say resting my hands on the table in front of me, getting their attention.

"I have brought you guys here and offered to buy you all brunch with my hard earned money, your welcome, to let you guys know how proud I am of you." I watch their amused expressions from my self-praise turn to looks of sincere gratitude. Leyah still wears her near expressionless mask, but her mouth turns up at the corner slightly and I can tell she's feeling my speech as much as the other girls. I raise my mimosa into the air and the girls follow suit.

"I know how hard you girls have worked and after two years I know that you deserve every good thing that comes your way-"

"Oh my gawd! Why are you doing this?! You told me to get cute and now your making me cry?! What the fuck Char?" Carrie gripes across form me. Vicky chuckles and rubbed her arm in comfort. "Don't touch me, I'm emotional!" She shoos her hand away causing all of us to burst out in laughter at her expense and draw attention to ourselves with our volume.

"I'm sorry Carrie, but my speech has already been prepared, I must finish it." She nods. "If you must." She sniffles, grabbing a napkin. Poor baby, she always was the most emotional one of the group.

"We have been through some shit separately and together, but we were there for each other...you guys were there for me..." I hear my voice crack a bit and I stop. I am taken back to when I met my best friends at a club in L. A. when I was at my lowest. Damn, I didn't expect myself to get this sentimental too.

Leyah reaches over and squeezes my thigh encouragingly, eyebrows furrowed. I clear my throat and continue. "And I just want to say...I love you guys so much...Thank you." We finally clink our glasses, the girls and I say "Cheers." in unison.

The food comes and we enjoy some small talk and breakfast food before I share my other news with them. "So guys, that photographer you all met contacted me early this morning-"

"Is that why you were up so early?" Leyah dragged out. "Yes, now hush. He agreed to meet with us today and seeing as he's only in town for a limited time, he wants to take some test shots in the Trans-america Redwood Park." I say with a hopeful smile.

"Nice one Char. I'm guessing that's why you told us to 'look cute'." Vicky says using air quotes.

"Why, yes it is." I sing, getting more excited by the second.

"Yeah, well my cute is heels. That trip is no walk in the park if you know what I mean and you're wearing flats."  Vicky points out. It's true there is a bit of a walk before and after the train ride, but I figured my girls could do this for us.

"Oh come on. It's nothing we can't handle. Look we have like two hours before we have to be there we'll jus-"

"How about we just call Darren and Kyle and tell them to bring the ca-"

"No!" I get shocked and confused glances from each of the girls at my outbursts, I sigh once and spit out an excuse. "It's just that...well they're probably sleeping and we wouldn't want to disturb them." I say almost in the form of a question.

"Char it's twelve o'clock and Kyle is an early bird anyway, we can-"

"We can do this ourselves. We don't need them for everything." I spit the last part out aggressively. The girls eyes are still wide and full of curiosity.

"...Are you in ex-boyfriend mode again?...Do you need a hug?" Carrie whispers the last part, quite seriously, causing me to smirk. "No Carrie, I am fine, thank you for asking." Carrie just nods still keeping a watchful eye on me, while Leyah's eyes become more suspicious than anything.

"Or better yet...Did you two have a fight? You and Darren I mean." Her face finally showing some interest for her best guy friend. I shrug nonchalantly, trying to play it cool. "I wouldn't call it a fight. We had...a disagreement."

"Otherwise known as a fight." Leyah adds flatly.

"Okay we had a spat. It was no big deal. I will talk to him and get everything straightened out soon. That good with you?" I announce with wide, defensively eyes.

"You don't have to prove anything to me Char. You know that." Leyah loses interest and stares back at her pancakes. I wish Darren saw it that way.

"Yes...I do." I look down guiltily. I pay for our food and convince the girls to take this train to the park. "Come on girls, it'll be fun. Like our own little road trip!"

"You don't wear heels on road trips."

"Vicky I swear to God-"

"I'm sorry! My feet hurt. I swear the next time you say 'I have a surprise' I'm staying the fuck in bed." Everyone starts to laugh at Vicky's pain. "I don't know what the fucks so funny." she grumbles from the back of our group.

We arrive at the park. I lead the girls to the meeting spot Mr. Bernard told me about, the main fountain in the center of the park. As we approach we can see a middle aged man with dark brown, graying hair standing near the fountain. "That's him." Leyah says next to me. He's wearing a baby blue button up shirt, a gray V-neck sweater and gray slacks and of course a high tech camera hanging from his neck. Basically he looks like a hot dad out of a Home Goods magazine. Nice.

"Mr. Bernard." I say as I approach, putting on my best communications voice.

"Ms. Galloway?" He looks up and goes to shake my hand. "Yes. Just call me Char though. You've met the girls." I shake his hand and gesture to my crew. They wave.

"Yes, hello again." He smiles. Nice so far.

"So let's talk about how we're going to do this. Yeah?" We sit on two benches that are conveniently next to each other and curved inward. "So what is your brand?" What?

"Our brand?" I ask him and then turn to the girls for help. They are no help. "Yes. What are you about?" He elaborates. OH! Why didn't he just say that?

"Oh! Well we're a punk rock girl band. We sometime make pop rock music as well." I give a sweet close mouthed smile. Mr. Bernard makes a face that suggests he's been caught off guard. "Oh...I didn't see that at the blues hall two days ago." he sneers as if he's been mislead.

Well then.

"We're sorry if you got the wrong idea, we had to change our style a little but we are a punk band." I smile trying to give this man the benefit of the doubt for our bands sake.

"Well alright." He looks down in thought. "Um...what is your collective aesthetic?"

"You're lookin' at it." I say proudly. He studies each of us, eyebrows and unimpressed. "I see."

Who the fuck does this dude think he is?

I send my members an 'are you kidding me?' expression when Mr. Bernard's head is turned and they return the gesture. "Oh well..."

Oh well?!

"Uhhh...The fan-base! How broad is your fan-base?" Is he asking us how successful we are?

"I don't see what that has to do with these photos..." My friendly smile falling.

"Oh well it'll let me know what kind of audience I'm dealing with and how to go about the aesthetics if we were to continue and come to an agreement."

This old head is so full of shit I can smell it on his breath.

"We have at least three hundred people come to our sets, we have over one million Twitter followers and over two million subscribers on Youtube." Why am I entertaining this? Because we need these professional photos. Oh yeah.

Mr. Bernard's face drops considerably once more. "I see..."

If he says 'I see'. One. More. Time.

"Do you even have the money to pay me for my services?" He asks doubtingly.

He. Did. Not. Just-

"You never talked about a price? How much are you asking for?" Leyah thankfully jumped while I simmered down on my own.

"Well I'm a professional so...." Yeah, a professional asshole. "I was expecting a pay of $900 in advance and then we could go from there." He says calmly. My eyes widen and my eyebrows rocket sky high.

"You were actually expecting $900 and then some from a rock band that's just getting their start and lives in a hotel?" I exaggerated.

"Well, yes." He shrugged.

"Well, We're sorry sir, but we don't have that kind of money." Leyah shares indifferently.

Mr. Bernard looks down and sighs while adjusting his sweater. "Well, I'm sorry ladies, but it looks like we won't be doing business together." He gets up and goes to shake my hand. I just look at his hand and then up at him not saying a word.

"Uh-thanks for the opportunity sir." Vicky picks up my slack and even shakes his hand, sending him on his way. I just shake my head back and forth in disbelief. "I'm sorry for dragging you guys here." I say looking down.

"No it was my fault. I set this up." Leyah tries to comfort me. "He approached you Leyah, you were trying to-" "No, I still made this p-"

"It's nobody's fault! You both tried to better the group and that's all that matters." Carrie jumps in. "Yeah guys. We're better off anyway. Let's just go home." Vicky offers.

"You're right. Someone call the guys." I say causing the girls to look at me curiously. "I thought you didn't want us-"

"I know what I said, I just...Just do it please? I'm too bummed out to argue." I rub my forehead out of stress. "Okay then. Just hang tight." Leyah steps away, I assume, to call the boys. Soon enough she is gathering the girls to find Darren and Kyle at a corner of the park. I continue ignore Darren as I  enter the van, but it's not as if I said hi to Kyle either. On the way back to the hotel and trying not to think about how depressed I feel, I get an idea.

"Guys we should go out tonight." Multiple pairs of eyes whip in my direction. "Out where?" Vicky asks already on board with my suggestion it seems. "I don't know, like a club or a bar or something. I just wanna forget about this and have some fun." I explain.

"Are we invited?" I hear Darren from the driver's seat, peering at me through the rear view mirror patronizingly. "Yes." I answer simply, not in the mood for Darren's shit after that performance from Asshole Bernard. "I'm down." Kyle offers.

"Yeah me too. We haven't been out clubbing unless it was for a gig." Vicky adds getting a little excited.  My plan is workiiinnngggg, I sang in my head.

"Yeah, why the hell not?" Leyah shrugs along with Carrie.

"Awesome! Now let's go back to the hotel and get dolled up!" The group laughs at my enthusiasm.

We pull up to the hotel and I fly out of the car, filled with a newfound energy. My mood is no longer ruined because I'm about to go have fun with my girls and I'm inviting a new friend. The girls were so discouraged by that nitwit photographer that I really want to give them some new confidence and I hope J-Hope can help with that. I mean there's hope in his name, he's gotta be good for something right?

While looking for an outfit I text J-Hope. Me: Hey! Do you wanna meet somewhere or are you feeling jet lagged?  

He replies after two minutes or so. J-Hope: No I feel just fine *smiley face* Where do you wanna meet?

Me: The Mezzanine? On Jessie st? My friends and I are having a get together there later tonight around 11.

Me: I know you've probably been to better clubs, but it'll be fun I promise. I write last minute, trying to persuade him further.

J-Hope: Haha, no worries the Mezzanine is great. I'll be there.

My excitement immediately goes through the roof. Me: Oh okay see you there then.

J-Hope: Can't wait  *winky face*  I roll my eyes and continue getting dressed.

      After putting my look together I give one last twirl in the mirror and head out to the family room to pregame with the guys. The group was already taking shots to the head and listening to music, already dressed to go out. I look around to make sure someone is sober enough to drive and all I find is Darren. Not drinking or laughing with the others, but keeping to himself. I slowly approach him.

"So...uh..." I start getting his attention. He looks up at me with interest and then each of us simultaneously looks down when we realize how awkward this encounter is. "So your good to drive...right?" I look up briefly and start to play with my nails. I see him nod from the corner of my eye. "Yeah-uh...yeah I got it. Don't worry." He rubs the back of his neck. "Kaybye." I nod walking over to the girls and take a shot.

Thirty minutes later it's a little before 11 and we're heading out to the club. There's an area for a live band to play and another for the DJ, who's playing now, along with a huge dance floor of people surrounded by tables and booths on the sidelines and a lighted bar that takes up the entire back wall. The place is packed wall to wall with bodies and we struggle to cut through.

Who do I talk to, to get a gig here? There are so many people.

We grab a small, round, tall table with no chairs. Leyah goes to the bar to get our usual drink orders. Soon we're all singing along and dancing to the music. I'm even dancing and talking to Darren like nothing ever happened between us. We retire back to the table and the girls tell Darren and Kyle about why we're even here.

"Wait! So he just said 'fuck ya'll and left?'" Darren iterates, in disbelief making me laugh. "Uhh, not in so many words." I say. "That's still fucked up." Darren shakes his head and sips his drink. "Yeah that wasn't right." Kyle throws his two cents in. "You're telling us." Carrie drones as I get a text.

J-Hope: I'm here. Meet me outside? I smile at the screen and turn my attention to my friends. "Guys! I'm gonna step out, I'll be right back!" I yell over the music and head out to find J-Hope. I find him just outside the transparent door of the club turned away from me and I begin to panic.

Oh god. I haven't seen this guy in a week, how the fuck do I approach him? Do I fucking wave like a jackass? Do I hug him? Do I shake his goddamn hand?  Get it together Char, you're an adult!

I continue to walk while I freak out, not knowing how this is going to go. I exit the club and walk towards him. "J-Hope!" I shout as I approach and to my surprise (and delight), J-Hope goes right in for the hug with no hesitation. Leaving me with no room to be awkward. Thank you sweet baby Jesus. "Charlotte!" He shouts back pulling me into his embrace. I'm not mad about it either. I wrap my arms around his shoulders in response and briefly rest my chin on his shoulder while he gives me a quick squeeze. Oop...okay.

"It's good to see you again. I'm glad you could make it." I say with a genuine smile on my face. "Me too. I mean, I didn't expect you to invite me out before our date tomorrow, but I'm glad you did." He smiles that smile that rivals the sun and I have to tear my eyes away from him in order to lead him to the entrance. "Uh-okay, let's go inside yeah?" He nods and pays the bouncer the club fee and I lead him to my friends who are still talking about the whole photographer thing.

"I'm just sayin', ya'll shoulda called me. I woulda handled 'em!" Darren boasts as we approach the table. The rest of the crew laughs at his words even though we all know he's not joking. His face falls as he notices the stranger walking next to me, the rest of the crew does the same as we get closer. "Guys. This is my friend J-Hope." I say lightheartedly hoping no one chops off my head for bringing an outsider here to our crew's night out.

"Hi everyone." J-Hope waves in my crew's general direction. He fucking waved. How cute is that?

The crew gives blank faces with raised eyebrows and I'm debating whether I should just play this off as a joke and throw J-Hope into the crowd of people behind us, but Carrie speaks up. "Hi, I'm Carrie." She smiles. Thank fuck. The rest of the group starts to introduce themselves except for, of course, Darren who is just sipping away on his pussy ass fruity drink and glaring at J-Hope. This guy.

"So what are you guys talkin' about?" J-Hope asks after getting comfortable and receiving his drink. "This photographer ripped us off and said he would take pictures for our website and get some concept photos done then he straight up insulted us and split!" Vicky shouts communicating with her hands raised high. Vicky might be a little drunk.

"Wait seriously? That sucks." J-Hope offers. "Yeah, no shit." Darren pouts from across the table. J-Hope's head instantly cocks back at the remark and his concerned face turns to a face that reads 'well shit...', but thankfully he doesn't seem that bothered by it. There's no other way to describe it. Leyah promptly slaps Darren on the back of the head. Hard. I give her a look of thanks from across the table.

I lean to speak in J-Hope's ear. "Just ignore him, I do." He looks at me understandingly and nods. "So, uh..." J-Hope starts to group. "Do you guys still need those pictures done? 'Cause I could help with that...I'm a photographer." Oh shit, it's that easy? I mean my plan tonight was to just straight up ask like the good for nothing little shit that I am. But shit, he's offering right off the bat? What did I do to deserve this?

"You would do that?" I ask in disbelief, subconsciously gripping his forearm that rested on the table. He looks at it and then looks at me as if his body is lagging and struggling to keep up with his brain. "Uhhh..." He goes to clear his throat. "Uh--of course--yeah." He looks down at the table as he speaks. We still got it I guess. *Internal hair flip*

"Dude that would be great-" Vicky starts, but is cut off by Darren. "Wait, who even are you?" He all but accuses. "Darren!?" I try to reel him back, already tired of his shit. Both he and J-Hope ignore me, the rest the crew the just watches helplessly.

"I'm, uh, J-Hope. We kind of did this already...Twice." J-Hope states, getting a little fed up himself, but keeping it together well.

"No. I mean who are you? Aren't you like some amateur or something? And what kind of name is J-Hope anyway?" Darren literally points fingers at J-Hope as he speaks. "It's a nickname, my real name is Jung Ho-seok and no, actually I'm a professional." J-Hope's Korean accent shows as he stands his ground and wears a straight face. Hot.

"Where did you even go to school?" Darren continues, refusing to accept J-Hope for some insane reason. "Uh, ha ha..." J-Hope laughs, most-likely out of irritation. "I went to the New York School of Visual Arts." He answers calmly. Well shit.

"Are you happy?" I ask Darren brazenly, hoping for this conversation to be over.

Darren pauses. "What degree did you get?" He asks J-Hope. Jesus bloody Christ!

"Oh my god, does it matter!?" I shout at Darren. "No Charlotte, it's okay." He rests his hand over mine. At his words the entire crews eyes widen and I wish I knew why, but before I could ask J-Hope was answering another one of Darren's idiotic questions and my eyes are glued to J-Hope's hand on mine.

"I have my Masters in photography and my Master of the Arts degree, working on my Photographic Craftsmen degree." He says confidently. Someone just got cuter. Darren just stays silent and Vicky takes that as a chance to speak again. "Master of the Arts sounds so fancy. Like you're royalty." She seems sincerely amazed. J-Hope laughs, letting down his defensive demeanor. "Uh, not royalty, but it wasn't easy to get."

"So you'll really do this for us?" Leyah cuts in with her solemn disposition. "Well yeah, you guys seem like you could use a break and I'm a professional-"

"A break? How much are you gonna charge us?" Leyah expression perks up in anticipation, as do the rest of the girls. "Well, I wouldn't, essentially." What?

"Wait, no. We can't let you do that." I interject. He turns to me and looks me in the eyes, our hands still connected. "Of course you can. Like I said you all need a break and this step could bring you closer to getting the recognition you deserve." He broke eye contact to look at the rest of the girls. "I'm a professional, I promise they won't be bad." He laughs at his minor joke and Darren obnoxiously laughs as well.

"It's up to you, leader." Leyah directs at me. Okay then. "You got yourself a deal." I smiled at him and he smiled back, the whites of his eyes disappearing with the crinkles in the corners. "I look forward to doing business with you guys." He gives the girls a genuine smile. "I'll work out a photo shoot soon, just let me know what time is good for you ladies." he says getting into his professional mode. "We will." I speak for the girls. "Good, hey Charlotte?" J-Hope leans down to my ear giving me chills down my spine. What a pussy. "Yeah?" He leans down once more, this time closer than before. "Do you wanna dance, maybe?" he says as he gently squeezes my hand on the table.

My eyes immediately widen and I swear to God I forgot to breathe. My heart gave one hard thud and brought me back to reality. "Fuck..." I voice in reaction to my tiny episode. "Is that a no?" J-Hope laughs in my ear. That motherfucker.

"Yes, you idiot. That was a yes." I get in his face in a playful manor. He smirks and says "Lead the way." I turn to my friends. "Guys. We're gonna go dance. Be right back." I shout to them. Carrie and Kyle nod once in acknowledgement. Leyah and Vicky both squint their eyes and give me knowing grins. I grin back and then my eyes land on Darren. His expression is frozen in a scowl with glaring eyes directed at the table. I shrug and lead J-Hope to the crowded dance floor by his hand.

Once there, I continue to hold onto J-Hope's hand and partake in a little two-step. J-Hope does the same. We watch each other, eyes meeting occasionally, resulting in laughter. Soon enough J-Hope is pulling me towards him, spinning me so that my back was to his chest and we proceeded to sway in this position. He runs his finger tips down my arm causing goosebumps to sprout along that area and rests his big hand on my hip. That's how you wanna play?

I make a show of swaying my hips, angling them in his direction and reach up to wrap my hand around J-Hope's neck behind me, forcing his face to come down to my level more. In the midst of my teasing I could swear I heard a moan come from J-Hope. Mission Accomplished. I turn my head to his to see him already looking at me with lust filled eyes. I'm certain I'm returning  a similar look. J-Hope takes this as a signal to lean in and try to kiss me, slightly closing his eyes and I panic a little. 

I let him get close enough for our lips to almost brush before I put my index finger in between. He opens his eyes in shock, surveying my reaction. "You didn't think it was gonna be that easy did you?" I offer teasingly. His shocked expression relaxes into one of understanding. "Of course not." J-Hope laughs. We dance like this for another ten minutes before I decide to head back to table and hear that the band is ready to go. This doesn't surprise me, but I am a little disappointed at the news.

The band plus Darren and Kyle are walking to the van, J-Hope and I following a little behind the group. "Thank you for inviting me out tonight. I wasn't expecting it because of our date, but I had fun." J-Hope shared. "No problem. I'm glad you could come out since you just got back and all." I reply, genuinely happy he could make it. "Oh, well, that was no problem at all...I like spending time with you." I immediately stop focusing on the ground to meet J-Hope's eyes. 

"Thanks...ditto." J-Hope laughs at my reply while I laugh self consciously not knowing what else to do. The crew reached the van in front of us. Leyah, Carrie, Vicky and Kyle yell varying forms of "goodbye" to J-Hope from where they were standing while Darren just hopped into the drivers seat and waited. J-Hope just waves. They start piling in and J-Hope and I stop to say goodbye to each other.

"So I'll pick you up tomorrow at eight?" J-Hope confirms. "Yup. And you'd better not be late." I say waving my finger accusingly in the air at him. He laughs and says "I wouldn't dare. As a matter of fact I'll show up at 7:59. How about that?" He smirks, taking a step closer to me.

"Yeah, okay. We'll see."

"We will." J-Hope doesn't hesitate this time to kiss me on the cheek and I am not complaining.

"Goodnight Charlotte."

"Goodnight J-Hope." I walk to the van as J-Hope watches and as soon as I get in we take off instantly.

"So who the fuck was he and when did you meet?" I hear Vicky chide next to me. Oh sweet baby Jesus.

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Theoretically, students can make it through all four-plus years of college without ever setting foot in the library. But why on earth would you want to do that?

Libraries are awesome, and the J. Paul Leonard Library at San Francisco State University has some particularly cool features that can significantly improve your student experience.

8. No Laptop? No worries.

Murphy’s Law says that “anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” I’ve had students lose laptops on buses and trains, and leave laptops hundreds of miles away while visiting family over breaks. I’ve had students whose homes and cars were broken into, their laptops stolen. I’ve had students whose computers unexpectedly crashed, bricked, and fried.

  Losing your laptop sucks. (Especially if you forgot to back up your work. Always back up your work. Use Google Drive or Dropbox or even just email your latest draft to yourself whenever you make major additions or alterations.)

When Murphy’s Law bites you in the hard drive, stay calm and library on. You can visit one of the library’s several computer labs or even check out a laptop for anywhere from four hours to thirty days, allowing you to retrieve all those assignments and keep going — because you backed up your work.

7. Google-fu failing you? Library research assistance to the rescue!

…And I mean literally failing you. If you aren’t using any sources for your college writing assignments beyond what you can scrounge up in basic web searches, you’re going to start having a very hard time very quickly.

At first, doing research in academic databases (much less the actual stacks of academic books and journals) may seem intimidating; it’s like trying to find your way in a country where you may not speak the language and you’re unfamiliar with the local customs.

Like the quaint British custom of “not being completely goddamn oblivious”

You know the stereotype of the “ugly American” tourist who just stomps around shouting louder in English at people who don’t speak it, and who complains that they don’t do things in Oslo/Cairo/Chiang Mai/La Paz the way they do in Muskogee? Using basic web searches when you should be doing academic research isn’t nearly as gauche, but it is a symptom of a cultural adjustment — to an important part of academic culture.

Happily, the world is a pretty friendly place, and when you ask for help politely (even if you “ask” mostly via gestures and a few badly mispronounced phrases), you’ll find that people are usually enthusiastic about introducing newcomers to their culture. At the library, they’re almost aggressively happy to help: you can instant message, call, text, email, watch videos, use web-based how-to guides, drop in, or even make an appointment to work with a subject librarian to get in-depth research consultation.

It’s like a personal tour guide, a butler, and a concierge got together and had a magical library baby who lives to help you. Start seeing the sights — you’ve got the intellectual world at your fingertips.

6. Find some Silence in the Library

No, Whovians, not that Silence in the Library.

  Which is a good thing, because I would be less excited about sending you to the library if I felt there was a chance you’d be eaten by invisible microscopic alien piranhas hiding in the shadows.

  But did you know that the SFSU library has multiple spaces set aside for quiet study? Because sometimes you’re trying to study with friends or at home, but the noise starts to drive you crazy until you just can’t take the yapping and the snapping and the tapping and you just want to leap up and shout —

But you can escape those distractions in a quiet study space.

Thanks, library!

    5. Get your group project going full steam in a group meeting space.

I know a great joke about group projects (and by “great” I mean terrible):

At my funeral, I want everyone who I’ve ever been in a group project with to be a pallbearer, so they can let me down one last time.

Group projects can be…challenging. The library doesn’t check out cattle prods (as far as I know) so there may be very little you can do if your group members aren’t very motivated; nor do they offer drones mounted with tracking devices and tranquilizer darts (again, as far as I know — you’re welcome to inquire further), so if a group member goes totally AWOL there’s not much you can do to pull them back into a productive orbit.

What the library does offer are a number of handy meeting spaces, including reservable group study rooms with whiteboards, wifi connections, and everything you need to collaborate with two to twelve of your favorite people.

4. Ran out of ink at home? J. Paul Leonard has your back.

It’s the moment every college student dreads: you’re printing out a major assignment worth what feels like 160% of your grade, and page one prints out looking…faded. Page two? Barely legible. At page three, your printer hacks out a final consumptive cough and the ink dies completely, leaving you with a dozen blank pages that should have been filled with your scintillating argument about the causes of the Boer War.

In this moment, you hate your printer. You want to destroy your printer and all that it represents!

But don’t go full Office Space on it yet. You’ve got a deadline to meet!

Hurry — grab your laptop or email/upload your final draft where you can easily access it, and run, don’t walk, to the library. You can print there.

One caveat: don’t expect to be able to waltz in and out in minutes, at least not during peak times of year such as midterms and finals. You will not be the only person whose printer gave up the ghost, and there are also plenty of people who use the library printers as their regular printing method.

Plan ahead and give yourself plenty of time to print before assignments are due — and if Murphy’s Law kicks in and literally everything goes wrong, contact your instructor as soon as things start to go pear-shaped, attach the assignment to an email to show them you completed it before the deadline, and ask if you can get an extension on the paper copy.

3. Fuel up on coffee at Peet’s.

Some of us need our coffee in the morning. By which I mean throughout the morning, in a continuous infusion. And then again in the afternoon, as a pick-me-up. None in the evening, of course, unless it’s a shot of espresso over ice cream — or unless we need to be up late working on a project.

I could really use a coffee right now.

Because it would have been silly to ask people to walk the hundred or so yards to the nearest coffee shop in the student center, there’s a Peet’s inside the Library, in a kiosk in the middle of the first floor.

In theory, this makes getting coffee incredibly quick and convenient. In practice? Give yourself plenty of time to get your fix delicious beverage, since at peak times the line at Peet’s can extend most of the way through the lobby.

Pictured: The line at Peet’s during finals.

2. Snag great deals at the used bookstore.

Channel your inner Belle and pick up your next book at the booksale room on the first floor (in room 120 A, near the book drop). Although small, the Friends of the Library bookstore seems to turn over its inventory frequently — and the books are so cheap, it’s easy to splurge without hurting your pocketbook.

If you’re trying to stock up more texts relevant to your major or intended major, this is the bookstore for you; I suspect a lot of the donations here come from professors cleaning out their offices, as you can frequently spot insane deals on older editions of textbooks and scholarly works.

1. Oh yeah, and the library is also a library!

So you can also find articles and check out books. For free!

You aren’t even limited to the SFSU library’s collection. If you need a book and it’s not available at SFSU, you can almost certainly get it through the inter-library loan service CSU+ or iLLiad.

Once you’ve followed the advice above and learned how to use some of the library’s research tools, you can search for articles from the comfort of your own home using the online databases.

The library also has an amazing collection of films, music, theses written by former students, and archival materials. Heck, the library even contains another library. The Sutro Library, on the fifth and sixth floors, is a California State Library and has a massive genealogy collection, as well as a massive selection of rare items (including a selection of Shakespeare Folios) and publications.

So what are you waiting for? Go live it up at the library.

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  Level up your SFSU Library game with these 8 tips Theoretically, students can make it through all four-plus years of college without ever setting foot in the library.

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[TRANS] BTS Japan Official Fanclub Magazine - Suga’s Biography

A mischievous kid growing up into a boy who enjoys reading 

I was born in Daegu in the South, the third biggest city of Korean, and grew up there until I came up to Seoul. When I was young, I was pretty much an ordinary kid. I loved playing around so my kindergarten teacher didn’t seem to like me. (laughs) I remember being scolded “It’s dangerous!” a lot. I also loved sports and was good at running, to the point of being picked as a relay runner from elementary school all the way up to high school. When it comes to studying, I’m slightly above average. 

I used to love playing outside with friends back then, but I changed as I grew up. Even when we went outside, it wasn’t like we did anything, we just gathered at the park. I wasn’t fond of that so many times I just stayed at home on weekends. My mother told me to go outside and meet my friends sometimes. (laughs) 

I had a thing for collecting, so I collected a lot of books when I was young. It was a time when I wanted to be a cultured man, wanted to pretend I know things too. Mature stuffs that didn’t suit my age or novels, poetry books, essays, newspapers,… I read everything regardless of genre. I don’t know why but up till middle school, I had the habit of reading books from the back page. I still read books sometimes now. My reading speed gets faster by reading multiple sentences at a time. 

Memories of first love from elementary school… I really don’t have any. Unlike Seoul, the provinces are conservative, and my school didn’t have that kind of atmosphere in which boys and girls talk to each other. If I was with a girl, I would become really shy and wouldn’t even say a word. 

The encounter with hip hop Started composing in middle school 

I started to be interested in music in 5th year of elementary school, while watching the performance of “Stony Skunk”, Korean artists, on TV. It was the prime of ballad back then so if 18 teams perform on a music program, 10 would sing ballads, 5 would be idols and the other 3 would be other genres. They were one of those 3 teams. It was so cool how they were different from other singers. Up until then, I didn’t have any interest in music, but with Stony Skunk, I started listening to hip hop and reggae music, and was influenced by Epik High as well. MP3 player was starting to come out at that time, but I bought a Panasonic CD player and listened with that. 

Along with listening to music, I also started writing music at the same time. It wasn’t like someone told me to do it, I just had the thought of having to do so. I started writing rap lyrics in elementary school and started composing after I went to middle school. Back then, no one around me liked hiphop… It became extremely popular in Korea now but when I first started listening to it, hip hop was a genre once popular a long time ago. I think there probably wasn’t anyone on the streets who raps, except for me. If I rap at the karaoke room, it would just become some kind of sound to my friends. You know the moving hand gestures that are hip hop’s specialty? I was picked on for that too. 

Despite that, I still kept liking hip hop and in my 2nd year of middle school, I went on the stage for the first time at a festival. I performed Dynamic Duo’s “Go Back” with a friend. I didn’t like standing in front of people, but at that time, I only felt like I have to do it. I showed the rap that I practice too, although it wasn’t anything great. (laughs) 

 Actually in middle school, I wanted to go to an arts high school so I composed classical music. But the tuition was too expensive so I ended up just going to a regular high school. I told my father “I have done enough music now so I’ll study hard in high school” and went to that school, but of course I didn’t. (laughs) 

Full-fledged activities as a rapper after joining a crew in town 

Middle school years was when I composed music to satisfy myself only, on a hobby level. It was after I changed the MIDI software that I started full-fledgedly making music. In 1st year of high school, I showed my song to a person that was like a mentor to me, and he liked it a lot. I was introduced to a hip hop crew called “D-town” and joined. That song had the feeling of new-age music but had hip hop beats similar to Nujabes. For your information, the mentor that acknowledged me studied at Berklee College of Music and is currently working as a movie music director.

I think I started rapping properly after joining the crew. I have been rapping since elementary school, but since there wasn’t anyone who raps around me, I thought I was the best. (laughs) 

After that, I came to the Daegu underground scene, and from then, I also got to know that you can’t make a living out of music in the underground scene. Most of the hyungs who made music with me that time was about 10 years older than me, there were also people over 30. They worked part-time jobs and made music at the same time, but it seemed very hard. Even when performing live, it was already a huge deal to have 100 audiences, and I hated that fact. I thought “If I success, could I be the liaison of the underground scene?”. There are plenty of people who make good music in the underground scene, so I thought when I become famous, I want to create a better environment for them, I want to show their music to the world. 

Just then, I knew Big Hit was holding an audition in Daegu. I came there knowing nothing but that it was a company formed by composer Bang Shihyuk, but I was told that I was accepted the next day. I heard it later that when he saw me, he immediately thought of letting me pass. Even though I wasn’t good at rapping that time. (laughs) 

Coming up to Seoul after becoming a trainee Different from first thought…!? 

I came to Seoul on November 7th, 2010, when I was in 2nd year of high school. I still remember it now. 

I joined to company not to rap, but to become a composer. So I thought I didn’t need to dance, and let people who are good at rapping rap, I just needed to follow the producer path. But it became a totally different thing. (laughs) At that time, rather than idols, the company was planning to create a group consisting of rappers, but that changed. The members were Rap Monster, J-hope and me. There were also Supreme Boy, i11even-hyung who is now active in the underground scene and Iron-hyung who made it to the finals of Show Me The Money 3. I think if we debut like that, despite being good at rapping, we would fail. (laughs) 

Rapper & producer The future Suga thinks of as a goal 

My 4-year-older brother plays a very big role in letting me be able to walk on the music path like this. He started liking hip hop under my influence, but when I came to the audition, everyone in my family opposed it except for my brother. They didn’t view music activities nicely, even my relatives told me “What music for you, go study.” So I only showed my songs to him. He was the first person I informed that I passed the audition too. Our relationship is so good that we’re like friends. I basically don’t drink alcohol, but I drink it with him only. 

My family all support me now, of course. Even the relatives that told me to study ask for my signatures. (laughs) 

These days, I have thoughts about wanting to also be active as a producer. I have no greed of being in the center, I just want to make music. I don’t have interest towards the entertainment world too, everyone says they want to act, or to go on variety shows, but I don’t want to do those. (laughs) But still, the first thing is to make BTS get 1st place in Korea as well as Japan. And myself too, I want to be the best rapper, the best producer. I don’t know if it would take time, but I have to try.

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