Tumgik
#khai talks
circuscl0wn · 1 year
Text
Which BL Couple/relationship do you think wouldn’t last past their story?
When I’m talking about couple I’m referring to the characters NOT the actors by the way. I originally saw this question on BL Reddit (Hell, but funny) and absolutely loved the discussion. So I wanted to bring it here cuz I’m curious👀
25 notes · View notes
amtrashlmao · 1 year
Text
i was minding my business during lunch break, and so i watched some legion mate episodes.
i was watching the one where kai and the gang are in leon's island thing and kai is just like reminiscing about aichi a.k.a. push kai into the water until he understands episode
i didn't realize that my classmate sitting next to me was watching because i was just. Too Into It. and all of the sudden he goes like.
"damn that man is gay. why does he keep mentioning this aichi dude so much are they like?? together??"
and me, being the most insane vanguard fan (there was a boy who still played the game but i think thats just about it) in the class was like "WELL YEA HE FUCKING IS"
we finished the whole episode just pointing out how gay toshiki kai is and thats how you make friends kids
24 notes · View notes
jenyifer · 5 months
Text
Red Flag Boys into the Soup
So I fucked up my sleep schedule again. And as usual my go to go back to sleep comfort show is Theory of Love. Gun cries I cry we have a good time. But because BostonNick lay heavy on my soul at the moment I can’t help but Compare Boston and Khai. Both playboys who are blind to the one who loves them the most and they hurt that person over and over again. So Boston and Khai maybe… have some fun in the soup pot (jk Boston would destroy Khai tbh)
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Khai is much better off than Boston in a lot of aspects. Mainly he does keep his friend group. Even when Two and Bone are really on Thirds side they don’t completely abandon their shithead friend. Boston loses EVERYONE and EVERYTHING. Khai does “lose” Third but it’s only in visuals only Third continues to love Khai even when he’s pushing back in Khai’s eyes in the second half of the series. Third doesn’t actively seek anyone else he just throws himself into his art trying to mask his pain in accepting that Khai will never want to be with him.
Boston and Khai both don’t realize their feelings for their partners until the end stretch. But while Khai always had feelings for Third even if he couldn’t identify what they were. Khai feels empty wrong without Third and he loves spoiling third by doing his YouTube show or feeding him snacks. Khai just doesn’t know his feelings because he is a bisexual mess who doesn’t realize it yet. Boston had to learn grow feelings for Nick. BostonNick we get to see the progression of Boston wanting to push things a step further each time.
Boston does win over Khai in the punishing their partner department. Now I need to make things clear here we are talking about series Khai and Boston not the book version because book Khai really doesn’t torture Third constantly. Boston is aware of Nick’s feelings for him. He doesn’t try to discourage them. He probably would have been happily delusionally moving their relationship into more and more boyfriends status if the audio hadn’t come out. Boston didn’t want to hurt Nick. Nick stabbed him in the back first. Boston never claimed to be in a closed relationship with Nick so Boston sleeping with Top wasn’t a purposeful attack on Nick. Khai on the other hand does purposefully hurt Third multiple times. The one that hurts me the most was Khai bringing a girl home while he and Third are roomies and leaving the door to his room open. He knew thirds feelings at this point so it’s just cruel. Boston does verbally fight back against Nick at the Halloween party it’s very pointed and deliberate. Boston wanted to end things cleanly with Nick despite his lingering feelings we see he has when he’s looking at their photo at the bar. Boston could have been a lot worse. He wasn’t.
Boston also wins in the reconciliation category. Boston seeks Nick out after nick makes his final goodbyes. I love how Boston apologized to Nick in the phone isle. It was very beautiful and careful. He didn’t say “I need you” or “I’m sorry” he showed Nick he cared and wanted the door open for them. He acknowledged his flaws and left things in Nicks court. Khai doesn’t do this he basically bull runs his way back into Thirds life making it impossible for third to do anything. After Khai’s accident he does try to be a better friend until they get together at the end. But he doesn’t trust Third to still love him.
Idk I just thought it was interesting to compare my red flag babies. I think I’d take Boston over Khai. Khai is much more sneaky and insidious in the way he manipulates Third. Boston is Honest. Boston knows he isn’t the best for Nick but he’s trying to be there for him. Trying his best to learn how to love someone.
3 notes · View notes
tinyplanetss · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
hilarious. exactly as expected
2 notes · View notes
ladyylesbian · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
finally getting to hold your hand is like a million dreams coming true. getting the opportunity to watch tarzan while holding your hand makes me feel like the most special girl in the world. i love you baby and i can’t wait to see every memory we will make together on this trip
@loqov
10 notes · View notes
airenyah · 1 year
Text
so i just set bad buddy on mydramalist from 9.5 to 10 stars and with that bad buddy is now above theory of love
this is relevant because up until now theory of love was the only drama with a 10/10 rating on my completed-list. and i couldn't get myself to put bad buddy at 10/10 since due to the alphabetical order theory of love would have gotten pushed down to no. 2
but now i finally could
i think it's safe to say that i'm finally. truly. well over my very own personal irl-khai
Tumblr media
#it took me 2.5 years but here i am!!!!#during christmas break i saw my irl-khai at youth group for a bit#(he was about to leave just as i arrived)#there was a girl with him#i think it was his girlfriend (at least that's what i assumed idk i didn't talk to them)#anyway it didn't hurt!!!! it didn't make me feel like shit!!!! i was okay!!!!#so far i never wanted to see (or even hear about) his girlfriend and then i ran into them completely unprepared for this situation. and i#i was. completely fine????????#and look at me now. putting bbs above tol#growth indeed. growth indeed.#i don't wanna brag but. i'm fucking proud of myself#airenyah plappert#bbs#tol#no but tol will forever have a very special place in my heart as THE most cathartic things i've ever watched (up until now)#it was like looking into a mirror and it played a big part in how i reflected on my situation and how i dealt with it#i would watch tol over and over again whenever i needed a reminder not to get close to my irl-khai again after i took a step back#as a reminder to myself how unlike superior (fictional) khai my very own irl-khai did NOT go through character development#and i don't mean i ever needed him to realize any hidden romantic feelings for me#i'd be happy enough if he at least realized how he hurt me back then. how his behaviour caused me a lot of pain#i've tried to explain it to him on multiple occasions but he just. doesn't get it. and he's surely never reflected on anything i've said#anyway he's mostly out of my life now and it's better that way#we're back to where we were almost a decade ago: talking only when we happen to be at youth group on the same day#i'm fine i'm fine i'm fine and i am sooo so happy about this and now bbs is above tol on my watch list even can you believe
2 notes · View notes
intertexts-moving · 1 year
Text
pretty sure someones put the og tubbo chill songs 2 on in calligraphy.
1 note · View note
Text
And about the vice versa episode, brilliant, perfect, beautiful as always I even cried at the end when all the friend credits hugged I don't think I can be more obsessed with the series I can't wait for the next episode and Gun "Third" cameo!!! the way I screamed when he appeared I really wasn't expecting that at all and that is another thing I love about VV that the cameos and references are so unexpected you never know who may appear or what show could be referenced next!
3 notes · View notes
firstmeow · 1 year
Text
Awww the Theory of Love special episode was so cute 🥹
1 note · View note
letjungcoook7 · 1 month
Text
when worlds collide || series || jjk || 01
Tumblr media
☾ summary:  since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where you’re the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.
☾ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader
☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.
☾ w.c: 14k
☾ genre: angst, smut, slice of life, strangers to lovers, college au, fuckboy jk, inexperienced/virgin reader.
☾ warnings: mentions of death, grief, explicit language
☾ author's note: keep in mind that this is all fiction and there's no connection to reality here. some details, traits and personalities may deviate from real life! also, english is not my first language so im sorry in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes.
taglist: @seoullove96 @heesitation @pearliejoy @ackercute @kissyfacekoo @kooklovee @melissalk31 @geminiml95 @parkinglot-nights @proudnoona @jk97bam @ayoitschannie @junecat18 @tanniesdolls @gwsjungkookie @xonga @sneezedonthebeat @goldentea10 @jahnaviii @whipwhoops @purekestis @tatamicc @buanalesap @secfir @royalguk @httpjeonlicious @jungkooksmytype @coralmusicblaze   @hoseoksluv89
Tumblr media
masterlist || next
Tumblr media
When the dawn of the new year finally breaks, it's natural to yearn for a clean slate, for all the troubles of the past to dissolve into mere memories. You hope against hope that the cliché of a fresh start could ring true for you too, that it could truly be a "new year, new you" scenario. But reality hits hard. 
How does one simply move on from the devastating loss of a mother? 
Especially when she died on the very first day of the previous year.  It's an ache that doesn't just vanish with the flip of a calendar page. You long to erase the pain, to bring her back home, to rewind time. But these are wishes impossible. 
The memories, refuse to fade away. They cling to you, refusing to dissolve into the oblivion of forgetfulness. Living with the knowledge that she's gone, that you couldn't change the outcome, is a burden no one should bear.  Yet here you are, carrying the weight of grief and longing, knowing that some losses can never be undone.
That's precisely why you found yourself at the ballet studio. Despite it being January 1st, and having to plead with your teacher for access, despite your dad urging you to stay with him, you couldn't bear the thought of being at home on the anniversary of her passing.
As you gaze into the mirror, the reflection staring back at you mirrors the turmoil within.  Your skin bears the marks of stress, your frame has lost vitality, it's a stark reminder of the toll grief has taken on you, physically and emotionally.
But as the music swells and fills the studio, enveloping you in its embrace, there's a glimmer of hope. In the graceful movements of dance, you find solace, a fleeting respite from the weight of sorrow. In the midst of darkness, the dance becomes your sanctuary. 
 As you turn the key in the lock of the studio behind you, gratitude floods your heart once more for Harmony, your ballet teacher, and the owner of the space. She's been supportive and understanding the complexities of your situation ever since you returned from studying in Seoul.
The decision to come back home was bittersweet, driven by the urgency of your mother's illness. You treasured those final moments with her, but the transition back to town, to a life without her, has been an uphill battle. 
Loneliness weighs heavy on your shoulders. Despite being surrounded by familiar faces, the ache of isolation persists. Perhaps, your little brother Khai, is your only ally. He and Harmony are your only friends.
As you trudge through the snow, feeling the icy flakes settle in your hair and the biting wind nip at your face, you quicken your pace, eager to escape the cold winter. You want to get home, but first, a pit stop at the convenience store for a simple dinner to thaw your chilled bones.
Standing at the checkout counter, you reach into your bag to retrieve your card, only to come up empty-handed. The panic sets in as you search for your phone and wallet, realizing with a sinking feeling that you must have left them back at the studio.
"Shit," you mutter, the line behind you growing longer by the second. The warmth of embarrassment flushes your cheeks as you try to maintain composure.
The cashier offers a sympathetic smile, suggesting that you can make the payment via bank transfer. Despite her understanding tone, your insides churn with unease. 
"I can't find my phone either," you admit softly, the words a mere whisper.
"That's okay, I'll pay for hers and mine," a voice cuts through the chaos. The speaker, wearing a hat and a face mask, extends his card to the cashier along with a bottle of Soju and two candy bars.
You freeze, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture. 
"No," you protest, shaking your head firmly. "I can't accept that, I don't even know you!"
A chuckle escapes him as he lowers his mask, revealing a familiar face beneath. 
"Of course you do, Y/N," he says, amusement dancing in his eyes. "It's me."
Jeon Jungkook.
He's in your business classes, a familiar face you often see around campus. So yeah, of course, you knew him; he was well-known. He was an excellent student with a dubious reputation when it came to girls, along with his group of three friends.
Park Jimin seemed inseparable from Jungkook, as if they were practically the same person, sharing the same reputation. 
Then there was Kim Taehyung, another member of the group, but you knew he was calmer. You didn't hear much gossip about him because he kept a low profile, or at least that's what you heard. In reality, you didn't have many friends to provide firsthand gossip; instead, you picked up bits of information in queues or between classes.
The only one you knew a little more about was Min Yoongi, who had a past relationship with your cousin, Minji. Your relationship with Minji had been rocky, and you hadn't spoken in years. However, during high school, the two of them dated, and you knew it took Min Yoongi years to get over her.
As Jungkook stands before you now, you can see his lips adorned with piercings you hadn't noticed before, you can't help but feel a flutter of surprise mingled with curiosity. 
"Thank you, Jungkook, but I can't accept it," you assert, a sense of reluctance in your voice.
Jungkook rolls his eyes.
"Come on, the line is getting longer."
With a resigned sigh, you relent, allowing him to complete the transaction. Exiting the store together, Jungkook hands you your bag.
"Thanks," you murmur softly, a genuine smile gracing your lips as you meet his gaze. With a nod, Jungkook adjusts the strap of his bag.
"It's no problem."
"I'm going to pay you back, you know," you murmur softly.
"Don't worry about that," Jungkook replies, his eyes gleaming with warmth. "It's no big deal."
As you contemplate your next move, his question draws your attention back to the present.
"Are you eating here?"
You shake your head, the memory of your forgotten belongings weighing heavily on your mind. 
"I need to go back to my ballet studio to see if my wallet and phone are still there," you explain, retracing the steps you've taken in your mind.
"Harmony's studio?" he asks, a playful smile dancing across his lips.
Surprised, you furrow your eyebrows, caught off guard.
"Yeah," you reply, curiosity mingling with intrigue. "How did you know?"
A hearty laugh escapes Jungkook's lips.
"My sister used to dance there, but it didn't last long," he explains, "It's near and on my way home, so I can walk you there if you'd like."
"That would be really helpful, thank you," you say with a grateful smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
Jungkook returns your smile with a nod, "No problem at all," he assures you.
Together, you fall into step, as you both navigate the snow-covered streets, a comfortable silence settles between you.
"So, how long have you been dancing at Harmony's studio?" Jungkook's question cuts through the quiet night air.
"It's been almost eight months," you reply, a soft smile gracing your lips. "But I've been dancing since I was a little kid."
Jungkook's eyes light up with interest. 
"Are you good at it?"
You can't help but chuckle at his question. 
"I'm okay."
"You sound better than okay."
His laughter fills the space between you. As you and Jungkook approach the ballet studio, the familiar sight of the building in the soft glow of streetlights greets you. 
"We're here," you announce, relief washing over you as you reach the entrance of the ballet studio.
"Okay," Jungkook replies with a warm smile. "I hope you find your wallet and your phone," he adds softly.
"Thank you for everything."
"No problem," Jungkook responds with another smile, and, with a nod, he continues on his way.
As you watch him disappear into the distance, you feel grateful for the unexpected encounter. 
You enter to the studio and didn't have to search long to find your phone and wallet lying on the floor in front of the studio's large main mirror. 
You stowed them back into your backpack and decided to tuck inside the paper bag Jungkook had given you, containing your dinner. It was then that you noticed Jungkook had forgotten to take his headphones inside the paper bag. 
Great, just great. 
You found yourself in a dilemma: you needed to talk to Jungkook. But, he seemed like a decent guy. Plus, it had been a year and you didn’t make any new friends, and improving your social life was long overdue. 
Although Jungkook might not be the ideal candidate, returning his headphones and repaying the money you owed him required a conversation.
As the New Year break ended, you made it a priority to locate Jungkook on campus. You remembered his usual spot between classes, where he often engaged in animated conversations with his friends. Although you hadn't paid much attention to him before, you couldn't deny his charm and charisma. With few distractions during breaks, you had ample time to observe those around you.
It didn't take long for you to find Jungkook right where you imagined he would be, engaged in a conversation with his two friends - Jimin, who had his head tilted back, laughing loudly at something the two friends were saying. His gray hair was perfectly combed, very different from Taehyung's, which was purposefully messy and falling on his forehead. The two friends wore the same sweatshirt from the university you studied at. Jungkook had his hands on his face, laughing a lot, with his hair hidden under a cap.
As you approached them, their conversation halted abruptly, and all six pairs of eyes turned to greet you.
"Hi," you greeted shyly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Jungkook?" you addressed him softly, and he simply nodded in acknowledgment. "I want to pay you back and return this," you handed him his forgotten headphones, his friends' gazes burning into you. You felt a wave of discomfort wash over you, wishing you could disappear.
"You can keep the money," Jungkook's tone was far from the gentleness of the previous night, his friends' eyes boring into you. You felt a pang of confusion and hurt. He reached out and took the headphones from your hand.
"Um...," you started, your voice faltering. His expression remained stern, and his friends whispered amongst themselves, their eyes fixed on you. "Never mind," you murmured, lowering your head and stepping away.
What had just happened? Why had Jungkook treated you so differently from that initial night? Doubts and questions swirled in your mind as you wondered if you had done something wrong.
You went to your class and tried to focus, after all, it was the first day back, and Jungkook had given you another reason not to socialize with anyone else. 
You walked with firm steps, feeling somewhat ridiculous and embarrassed by that interaction. He didn't seem like the guy who accompanied you to the ballet studio a few nights ago. Was he a jerk around his friends? It sure seemed that way.
You rolled your eyes, determined to forget about it all, and you succeeded. You focused well on the class, it was easy for you to just ignore everything and switch off. You were upset about what happened with Jungkook, but he wasn't important enough.
In one of the last classes of the day, you were meticulously taking notes as the professor spoke when you were interrupted by tattoo-covered fingers placing a folded paper on your desk. 
You looked up, your eyes meeting Jungkook's, who offered a sheepish smile and whispered, "Think about it, okay?" without waiting for your response, he left the room. He didn't even take that subject anyway.
You took a deep breath and unfolded the paper.
“I'm sorry for the way I treated you earlier, you seem like a nice girl and I was an asshole. Can you forgive me? Do you want to go out to dinner today? My phone is in the back, send me a message.”
You didn't bother to look at his number and just crumpled the paper, tossing it into the trash as soon as the class ended. As if you were going to send him a message. It might have been easy with the girls he dated, but you weren't one of them, and you weren't going to be treated like that by a guy you didn't even know well.
After class, you stuck to your usual routine, making a beeline for the cafeteria to snag a hefty cup of coffee to power through your post-class studies. While waiting in line, you couldn't help but overhear two girls whispering—guess who the topic of conversation was?
Jeon Jungkook, of course. Would that boy ever give you a break?
"Well, I don't care about him," the blonde named Jessica shrugged. She was an American student, if you remembered correctly. "He fucks me so good, and that's about it."
You stifled a low laugh, rolling your eyes in amusement.
"But you know this could go wrong, right?" the curly-haired girl interjected, whose name you couldn't recall.
"Nothing's going to go wrong," Jessica asserted confidently. "We hook up in the fifth-floor renovation room, do each other favors, and it's all good."
Once again, irritation pricked at you. Of course, that's what Jungkook wanted to do with you. Why on earth did you think he was genuinely nice? You knew about his reputation; you shouldn't have let yourself believe he would be nice to you for nothing in return.
As Jessica and the curly-haired girl continued their conversation, you couldn't help but feel frustration and disappointment swirling within you. It was disheartening to hear how casually they discussed their interactions with Jungkook;
As the realization settled over you, you resolved to distance yourself from the drama and gossip surrounding Jungkook. You refused to be drawn into rumors and speculation.
After an afternoon of studying, you returned home, took shower, and settled comfortably in the living room. But not before Khai burst in, brimming with energy, and enveloped you in a warm hug.
"I need your help," he grinned, his expression both sweet and mischievous.
"What do you need, little man?" you asked, setting aside your phone and focusing on your brother.
"I need your help with a school project," Khai beamed eagerly, and you couldn't help but smile back. You were great at school assignments and always had a knack for crafting.
"Sure, Khai. What's the project about?" you inquired.
"We have to create a model of the solar system," Khai explained, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I thought it would be awesome if we could make it together."
A smile spread across your face at Khai's enthusiasm.
"That sounds like a fun project! Let's get started," you said, already brainstorming ideas in your mind.
Khai's face lit up with anticipation as the two of you began discussing materials and design concepts for your solar system model.
You both got caught up in the project, and when your father returned from work, he smiled at the sight of you and Khai sitting at the coffee table with glue, cardboard. His smile may have been faint, but it was there nonetheless. Your father's demeanor had grown stiffer after your mother's passing.
You continued working on the project, engrossed in the creative process, until exactly 6 p.m. when the doorbell rang. In a quick motion, you instructed Khai to head upstairs to his room. Your father was taking a long shower, and you hurried to the door. 
You widened your eyes at the sight of Jungkook standing in front of you, clad in black cold-weather attire, a matching sweat suit, and his long hair casually tousled. You swallowed hard and bit your lip nervously, locking eyes with Jungkook before you. You felt frozen, and before you could utter a word, Jungkook scanned you from head to toe. Before you could say anything, Jungkook spoke up.
"You... look... beautiful?" He said uncertainly.
"I'm not ready," you stated with a tone of obviousness, and he sighed. You wondered if he was an idiot; after all, you were clearly wearing worn-out sweatpants paired with a long-sleeved shirt meant for lounging at home, and your hair was hastily tied up in a ponytail.
"Ah, okay, I'll... wait for you in the car, alright?" Jungkook said, gesturing toward the vehicle with his thumb before turning away.
"I'm not going," you said weakly. He stood still, unsure of what to do. You turned slowly and swallowed nervously.
"No?" he asked.
"No," you simply replied, leaning against the door frame and crossing your arms.
"Why not?" he asked again.
"What makes you think I would get into your car and go somewhere with you?"
Jungkook took a deep breath.
"Okay, I get it," he sighed, looking at you. "Listen..."
"Jungkook,”
"Just listen, okay? I know you're upset about what I did, but I wasn't... having a good day, I mean... I wasn't..." he started to stutter, and you couldn't help but find it amusing, though you didn't react. "It's not that, hold on!" Jungkook pleaded, and you moistened your lips, raising an eyebrow. This was getting interesting.
"I was having a bad day and... well, I enjoyed your company, it made me feel better. I thought maybe we could... I could make up for being rude..." Jungkook explained hesitantly.
You adjusted your posture, looking at him with softened eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just some issues at home, nothing major," he sighed, and you nodded.
"I don't know why you're asking me out, I barely know you, Jungkook," you said, shrugging.
"I don't know, you seem cool to me," he replied simply.
"I was helping my brother with a project," you said, biting your lip in uncertainty and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Today's not a good day."
"But I already made the reservation," he murmured, sounding disappointed.
Jungkook was quite persuasive.
"Alright," you sighed, lifting your gaze. "I'll get ready. Do you mind waiting outside?"
You knew it was cold, but you didn't want to risk him coming into your house and facing an interrogation from your little brother and father.
"No problem," he said quickly, already moving away.
"Okay. I won't take long," you assured him.
You hurried up the stairs and entered your room to try to make the best of it and get ready quickly to go out with Jungkook. You chuckled humorlessly, hardly believing what you were about to do, but you had to admit that he scored some points for effort.
You opted for a pair of jeans and a warm, long-sleeved high-necked blouse, topped with a white winter coat. A quick and light makeup application later, to your surprise, you were ready in twenty minutes.
When your dad asked where you were going, you responded like a typical teenager, saying you were craving something specific and were going to the nearest convenience store, and that you'd be back soon, mentioning you were going with a college friend, which he bought. Khai wanted to come along, but you convinced him it was too cold outside for a little boy, and he reluctantly agreed, pouting a bit.
"Jungkook, listen," you said as soon as you settled into his car. "I just want to make it clear: I'm not interested in having sex with you," you blurted out, feeling the need to set boundaries upfront. His eyes widened in surprise at your blunt statement.
"What?" he laughed incredulously. "I'm not trying to have sex with you!" His tone carried a hint of offense, making you wonder if you had crossed a line. "I mean, sure, you're pretty and all, but that's not why I invited you out."
"Oh, really?" you raised an eyebrow, still skeptical.
"Really," he chuckled. "If that were my intention, I wouldn't be taking you out to dinner, I would take you..."
"To the fifth-floor renovation room," you finished for him, and once again, his expression shifted to surprise. "Your reputation precedes you, Jungkook."
For a moment, a flicker of amusement crossed his lips, but he quickly composed himself and tilted his head.
"Do you believe everything people say about me?" he asked, furrowing his brow, his gaze fixed on the steering wheel.
"I mean..." you began, caught off guard.
"Do you even know what they say about you?" he teased, and you quickly interjected.
"No, and I'd rather not," you replied, feeling a hint of embarrassment creeping up.
He chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you. "Fair enough."
"So, where are we going?" you asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the awkward topic.
Jungkook grinned, his eyes alight with excitement. 
"I thought we could try that new barbecue place downtown. It's supposed to be really good."
You nodded, the corners of your lips turning up into a smile. "Sounds great."
As Jungkook pulled out of the driveway and onto the street, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside you. 
As you arrived at the restaurant, the inviting aroma of sizzling meats greeted you as soon as you stepped inside. 
Jungkook led the way to a table near the center of the restaurant, and you settled into your seats, scanning the menu with anticipation.
"So, have you been here before?" Jungkook asked, flipping through the pages of the menu.
You shook your head. "No, this is my first time. But I've heard great things about their barbecue."
After a few moments of deliberation, you two decided on a spicy pork belly. 
"Do you really want to know why I brought you here?" he asks as soon as you've placed your food order.
You nod, leaning in with interest, your hands resting on the table as you lock eyes with him. 
"Yes."
"I need tutoring," Jungkook admits, his tone serious.
You can't help but laugh. 
"As if."
"I'm serious," Jungkook insists, his voice softening. "My grades are dropping, and you're one of the best students in class."
"So are you," you shrug, skeptical. "Do you really expect me to believe you need tutoring?"
"Please, Y/N," he pleads, rolling his eyes. "I do."
"Then find someone else to teach you. I can't," you reply simply.
"What do you mean?" he sounds confused.
"I mean I can't," you repeat, enunciating each word carefully. "I don't know how to teach; I just know how to study."
He takes a deep breath. "Can you at least try?"
"How do you know where I live, by the way?" you ask, hoping to change the subject. Perhaps he'll forget about that tutoring idea.
"Harmony," Jungkook replies casually.
"What?" you inquire, surprised.
"Yeah," he shrugs defensively. "My sister danced ballet with her, and when I mentioned you, she gladly gave me your address. She said you need to make more friends," he adds with a playful smile.
Oh, great. 
You sigh in frustration, realizing that Harmony had played a role in this after all.
"About the tutoring," Jungkook begins again, undeterred.
"Look, Jungkook," you interrupt, feeling a mixture of annoyance and resignation. "I really can't help you with tutoring."
He leans back in his chair.
 "I understand that you might not feel confident about teaching, but I really need your help. I've seen how dedicated you are to your studies, and I believe you can help me improve."
You hesitate, torn between sympathy for his situation and your own reluctance to take on the responsibility.
"I just don't think I'm the right person for the job," you insist.
But Jungkook's determination is evident in his gaze. 
"Please, Y/N. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important to me."
You sigh, feeling the weight of his plea. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. But you make it clear that it's only a trial run, and if it doesn't work out, he'll have to find another solution.
"Fine," you concede reluctantly. "I'll give it a shot, but no promises."
A smile of relief spreads across Jungkook's face. 
"Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate this."
"Don't thank me yet," you warn, raising a finger. "We'll see how it goes."
Jungkook nods eagerly. 
"Of course. I'll do whatever it takes to catch up on my studies.”
The food arrived, and you delved into a conversation about Jungkook's life in general. You're not someone who feels comfortable opening up about your own life. You fear that people might pity you for everything that happened with your mother.
Jungkook shared about his family dynamics, how his father is quite strict, and his sister always excels in academics, so he feels pressured to meet the same standards. You sympathized with his struggles with dropping grades and promised to give your best to help.
However, once again, you couldn't make promises because teaching someone was vastly different from your usual studying routine, and you had never done it before. 
On the other hand, it would be nice to have a brief friendship, to converse beyond your brother and your dance teacher. Neither of them could be considered a well-established friendship. 
Your brother, because he only seven years old, and your dance teacher, because, although she was nice, she wasn't really your friend but rather an older person concerned about your well-being.
You both talked animatedly about various topics, and the night was pleasant, to say the least. 
You understood that Jungkook had no ulterior motives with you, even though he sometimes brushed your hair behind your ear and smiled at you while keeping his eyes on yours for a few seconds, making you a little shy. 
But other than that, you didn't mind much, and his presence was quite pleasant. 
He drove you home late at night. It was already a bit late, but you guess it was fine, since you never left the house anyway. 
"Thank you for dinner," you say as soon as he pulls up at your door.
"I had fun," he says softly, a smile playing on his lips.
"Yeah, me too."
"See you tomorrow for my tutoring?" he gives you a mischievous grin, and you sigh, making him laugh.
"Yes, see you tomorrow."
As you entered your house, the sight of your dad cleaning the living room greeted you. He was busy gathering all the mess you and Khai had left behind. His eyes bore deep bags, a constant reminder of the burden he carried since your mom's passing. It seemed as though she had taken the biggest part of him with her.
"Don’t worry, dad, I’ll clean everything," you say, gently removing the glue from his hands.
"Where were you?" he asks.
"With a friend," you reply without even looking at him.
"A friend?" he smiles. He often encourages you to make friends your age, and he’s happy you're socializing. He didn't know it was a boy, but he didn't have to.
"Yeah," you shrug, finally meeting his gaze. "I'm sorry for coming home so late; we had dinner and..."
"I see," your dad responds with a knowing smile. "Well, it's good to see you spending time with friends."
"Yeah," you reply, feeling a twinge of guilt for not being entirely honest with him.
"Who was your friend?" your dad asks.
"Just someone from school," you decide to keep it vague.
"I hope she’s a good influence on you," he says, giving you a warm smile.
After finishing tidying up the living room with your dad, you head upstairs to say goodnight to Khai. As you approach his room, you can hear the faint sound of his voice humming a tune.
You gently push open the door to find him sitting on his bed, surrounded by his favorite toys. His face lights up as soon as he sees you.
"Hey!" he exclaims, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Hey, buddy," you say, ruffling his hair affectionately. "It's time for bed."
"Do I have to?" he pouts, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes.
"Yes, you do," you chuckle, tucking him in and planting a kiss on his forehead. "But don't worry, I'll be right down the hall if you need anything."
"Okay," he mumbles, snuggling into his blankets.
As you turn off the light and close the door behind you, you can't help but smile at your brother's innocence.
In the morning, you arrived at the college campus with your bag slung over your shoulder and your notebook in hand, while your earphones played some upbeat music to energize you. You noticed Jungkook and his friends leaning against the stairs, engaged in conversation. You would have to pass by them, so you took a deep breath, mentally counted to five, lifted your head, and walked past them.
No, you didn't make any effort to greet Jungkook first.
You had realized that he was a different person on campus and you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of ignoring you, so you beat him to it. However, little did you know, Jungkook had no intention of ignoring you, but your attitude provided fodder for teasing from his group of friends.
Tumblr media
At the end of class, you walked in short steps to the library. You almost always studied there after class. Today was less cold than yesterday, so you put on your comfortable pink hoodie and headphones with instrumental music that helped you focus on your studies. You pulled the hood over your head and began to study. You were focused, and perhaps that was your greatest virtue.
You were paying so much attention to the books that you didn't see Jungkook approaching and sitting next to you until he placed his hand, full of tattoos, over your book, grabbing all your attention. You almost jumped in your chair in surprise.
"Fuck," you cursed, placing a hand on your chest. Jungkook smiled, finding the situation amusing.
"Hey," he said, opening his own backpack.
"Are you stalking me?" you raised an eyebrow. "First at my house, now here."
Jungkook laughed, and the laughter echoed in the library until a "shhh" echoed louder, and Jungkook whispered.
"As if it's hard to know where you are, right?" he said.
"Am I that predictable?" you replied, taking off your hood.
"Eh, more or less," he shrugged. "But you're kind of a nerd, so yeah."
"I'm not a nerd, I just care about my grades," you said somewhat offended.
"Nerd isn't a bad adjective," Jungkook said simply.
"Eh, fair enough" you replied, with a slight grimace.
"But have you ever considered dropping your studies and focusing on your ballet career?" he asked, catching you off guard. You hadn't realized he remembered your ballet class.
"No," you answered honestly, "I've told you, I'm just decent."
"I've told you I don't believe that," he smiled playfully. "There's a fine line between modesty and lack of confidence."
You chuckled.
"It's not modesty. For instance, I'm great at math," you said with a smile. "I excel in English, geography, but in ballet, I'm just average."
"Maybe you're just being too hard on yourself," Jungkook suggested, leaning back in his chair. "You might be better than you think."
You shrugged.
"Then, shall we begin my tutoring session?" he says, pulling out a book from his backpack, and you sigh.
"Let's see if I'll be a good teacher for you," you joke.
"I bet you will," he responds simply.
"What are you having trouble with?" you ask, adjusting yourself.
"In international business."
You nod, flipping through your notes and textbooks to find the relevant material. As you delve into the subject, you realize Jungkook's genuine interest in understanding the intricacies of international business. Despite your initial apprehension, you find yourself enjoying the process. Jungkook listens attentively, occasionally asking insightful questions.
"That's it for today," you say, closing your book.
"Thank you," Jungkook smiles, mirroring your movement. "You were indeed a good tutor," he says, making you scrunch up your nose.
"I'm not so sure," you reply, putting away your book. "I found it difficult to explain; it's easier in my head."
"Hey, no need to doubt yourself," Jungkook jokes, closing his backpack.
"I'm not," you laugh, standing up and slinging your bag over your shoulder. "But you're a good student, that's why you're one of the top in the class."
"Actually, I'm average," Jungkook teases, mimicking your tone of voice and making you laugh.
"Stop that!"
"No, I'm serious," he responds, looking at you.
"There's a fine line," you start, mimicking his tone of voice.
"No, I'm not saying that as if I'm overly modest," Jungkook laughs. "Believe me, I'm far from modest. I know I'm good at many things."
"Like what?" you looked at him with a playful smile on your lips and a challenging look in your eyes.
"How did I guess your favorite ice cream flavor." Jungkook replied simply.
"And what is it?"
"Chocolate." he answered with all the confidence in the world, and for a moment, just from his tone of voice, you almost believed that your favorite flavor was chocolate.
"Well, then you can take back everything you said, because chocolate is far from being my favorite flavor."
"Is that so?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "Then what is your favorite ice cream flavor?"
"Strawberry."
"Strawberry?" he asked, mocking.
"Yes. Any problem with my favorite ice cream flavor being strawberry?" you laughed.
"No. None. But don't get me wrong. There are so many better flavors out there," he grimaced.
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Like pistachio, for example," Jungkook suggested, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Pistachio?" You chuckled. "That's a bold choice."
"I like bold choices," he shrugged, flashing a grin.
"I'll stick with my strawberry," you said, playfully nudging his shoulder.
"Suit yourself," he said, laughing. "But I might just have to convince you to try pistachio someday."
"We'll see about that," you replied, rolling your eyes.
You both walked a bit further, and Jungkook kept glancing at you as if your words were the most fascinating thing in the world.
"I'd love to see you dance someday," he said, completely changing the subject, and you grimaced, laughing ironically. "What? I'm serious."
"Well, that's not going to happen," you chuckled.
"Why not?" he said indignantly. 
"Oh, I don't know," you shrugged. "I'm not sure how I'd feel about having you in the audience, and besides, I barely know you!" you replied, biting your lip playfully.
"You know my name, surname, and my favorite ice cream flavor," Jungkook shrugged, indifferent. "And I know yours, and that you do ballet and top the class."
"That's not knowing," you grimaced again.
"I also know where you live," Jungkook said.
"Of course, you're a stalker!" you teased.
"And you're an easy target, then," he joined in the banter.
"I'm not!"
"You are."
"I can't help it if you have enough charisma to convince people to give you what you want, like my address."
"Do you think I got your address through my charisma?" he laughed.
"Or perhaps through your persuasive skills or your annoying persistence!" you exclaimed.
"See? It seems like you already know me quite well, you could list several of my characteristics," he laughed, and you rolled your eyes, laughing along.
"Shut up.”
Tumblr media
Paying attention in class was easy for you, even when it was a class with Jungkook. You couldn't help but notice that he glanced at you now and then, as if trying to catch your attention. You remained composed and continued taking notes.
A few minutes passed, and you received a message on your phone from an unknown number.
Unknown number: Can we talk?
You furrowed your brow, feeling puzzled. Who had your number?
Unknown number: Please reply
Unknown number: It's Jeon Jungkook
Unknown number: Please?
You: Yes, but please stop texting me
You: How did you get my number?
You took a deep breath and clenched your fists. Not only did he once again have access to information about you that you hadn't given him, but he was also being extremely annoying.
When the class ended, you gathered your things and headed towards the door, but Jungkook held you back, making you wait.
"Hey," he said with a smile.
"Hi," you replied simply.
"Let's... grab something to eat?" Jungkook nodded towards the cafeteria.
"I think it's better not to," you replied.
"Why not?"
"Because you don't want to be seen with me around campus, right?" you raised an eyebrow.
"I'm here talking to you, aren't I?" he asked, and you nodded. "So!"
He shrugged, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You frowned as Jungkook guided you to the cafeteria.
As you passed through the door, you felt your legs hesitate, almost ready to bolt. Jessica covered her open mouth in astonishment and began to laugh along with her friends, who didn't seem to find it so funny but followed suit.
Oh my God, this couldn't be happening.
Everyone thought you were going to be just another on Jungkook's list.
So, you stepped away, removing his arm from your shoulders. He looked at you curiously, but didn't protest. He chose a table in the corner and pulled out a chair for you, which you thanked with a murmur as you sat down.
"What do you want to eat?" Jungkook asked.
"I'll have a large coffee."
Jungkook went to fetch the coffee while you sat at the table. As he returned with the coffee, he slid it across the table towards you.
"Here you go," he said, taking a seat opposite you.
"Thanks," you muttered, taking a sip and avoiding eye contact.
"So," Jungkook began, "about the tutoring thing, thank you so much and I need more tutoring. You were great, and I…"
As you continued talking, you couldn't help but notice the glances and whispers from other students in the cafeteria. It seemed like the news of you and Jungkook together had spread quickly. You felt a mix of discomfort and irritation, but you decided to focus on the conversation at hand.
"They're looking at us," he commented playfully, unwrapping his sandwich.
"I hate that, hate people staring at me, hate it when they talk about me, and I know they are," you said quickly and sighed, closing your eyes and opening them again.
"And why is that?" he asked curiously.
"Just because," you replied bitterly, and Jungkook looked a little surprised.
"Alright, if you don't want to talk about it, we'll skip that part. Besides, they're going to keep looking and talking even more now..." Jungkook took a bite of his sandwich.
"Hmm... So maybe that's why you didn't want to come here with me." Jungkook pointed at you, and you furrowed your brow, not looking at him. "You didn't want to be seen because then they would talk more about you, and that's why..." He paused for suspense, and you started laughing. "That's why you said I didn't want to be seen with you... BINGO!" he shouted and spread his arms. You chuckled.
"Keep it down," you muttered, and he laughed at your completely red cheeks. 
"Only if you agree to study with me later," Jungkook leaned his forearms on the table and leaned closer to you.
"I have ballet today," you murmured, and he nodded.
"And after ballet?" Jungkook shrugged.
"I finish at 7, and I can't be out too late, so I can't."
"Okay, we'll plan something another day?" You nodded slowly and got up.
"I have to go now." You grabbed your coffee, taking another sip. "Goodbye, Jeon."
"Jungkook," he corrected, and you smiled.
"Goodbye, Jungkook."
"Goodbye, Y/N," he winked.
Tumblr media
You returned to your class, and everything went smoothly. Coming in halfway through the semester, you hadn't found it easy to fit in. You missed your friends from your previous college, you missed your old life. You missed going out and attending parties, but the upside of not having such a bustling social life was that it gave you the perfect excuse to focus on your studies. So, you tried to stay positive, or maybe you were just making excuses to keep going.
The routine seeme exhausting. You endured the lectures, feeling the weight of each passing minute. Afterwards, as you made your way home, thoughts of Khai, filled your mind. Seeing his smile always brought a sense of warmth. Upon arriving home, you found him drawing at the kitchen table. You greeted him with a soft smile.
"Hey, Khai," you called out, your voice gentle as you approached the table.
"Hi!" Khai exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he looked up from his drawing.
"What are you working on?" you asked, leaning in to get a closer look at his artwork.
"It's a picture of us and Mom," Khai replied, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness.
You felt a pang in your chest at the mention of your mother. It was a topic you both tiptoed around.
"That's beautiful, Khai," you said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I miss her too."
Khai nodded solemnly.
"Do you really think she's watching us from heaven?" he asked, and you sighed deeply, never quite sure how to respond when he posed such questions.
"I don't know," you shrugged, looking at the drawing your brother had made.
Your parents were positioned at the center of the drawing, with you next to your father, a smile drawn on your lips and a colorful red dress. Your father had neatly combed hair, as he used to wear before your mother passed away, and she, as always, had a smile on her lips, a ponytail, and her hands held out to Khai, who was smiling. His childish strokes brought comfort.
"I bet she has better things to do in heaven than watch over us," Khai said in a carefree tone, making you laugh.
"Like what?" you raised an eyebrow, taking a seat.
"Like playing with Lion," he said, sliding the pencil across the paper. Lion was an old family dog that had passed away. He had been the family dog even before you were born and had left when Khai was 3 years old, but your brother always remembered him.
"That's true," you agreed, thoughtful.
"I don't think Mom would be checking up on what I do at school," Khai frowned. "Maybe she'd be mad at me," he chuckled mischievously.
"Why? Have you been up to no good?" you asked, amused.
"Maybe," he replied with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But if she's watching, she'd probably be proud of me too."
You chuckled at his response, appreciating the innocence in his words. As you glanced at the drawing again, memories flooded your mind, both joyful and bittersweet.  With a gentle smile, you ruffled Khai's hair.
"I'm sure she'd be proud of you, no matter what," you reassured him, your voice filled with warmth.
You and Khai continued drawing for a while, lost in the simple joy of creating together. The sound of pencils scratching against paper filled the room.
After a while, the time of your ballet just arrived, you reluctantly, you set down your pencil and glanced at Khai, who was still engrossed in his drawing.
"Khai, I'll need to take you to Mina's house, okay?" you said, setting aside your drawing. He pouted.
"Is it ballet day today?" Khai grimaced.
Your father was working late, likely trying to cope better with the grief, and that meant you had to drop Khai off at the neighbor's house next door, where his little friend Mina lived. However, the two of them often bickered, and the trip there wasn't always pleasant for Khai.
"Can't I stay home and play with my toys instead?" Khai pleaded, his eyes wide with hope.
"I'm sorry, buddy, but you know the rule. You have to go to Mina's when I have ballet," you explained gently, trying to soften the disappointment in his eyes.
"I don't like Mina's toys," Khai muttered, crossing his arms in defiance.
"I know, but you'll have fun playing with her. Besides, I'll be back to pick you up before you know it," you reassured him, giving him a comforting smile.
Khai let out a dramatic sigh but eventually relented, knowing he didn't have much of a choice.
The brisk air outside felt refreshing against your skin as you made your way to the dance studio. Ballet was your escape, your sanctuary from the chaos of life. As you walked, you allowed your mind to drift away from the worries and stresses of the day.
Arriving at the studio, you exchanged warm greetings with your fellow dancers, and, as the music began to play and you took your place at the barre. Every move, plié, tendu, and arabesque transported you to another world, literally. In those moments, you felt so free from your reality.
The class ended, leaving you with a sense that time had flown by faster. But your body felt relaxed by the endorphins surging through your veins. With the chilly air outside, you made sure to bundle up before stepping out of the studio.
As you pushed open the door, you spotted Jungkook, standing there, casually leaning against a lamppost. At first, his hood and mask obscured his identity, but his black phone case adorned with the Avengers logo gave him away. For a brief moment, he seemed almost like a mirage in the dim light of the evening.
"What are you doing here?" you asked as you walked towards him, and he looked up at you.
"Hey to you too," he said in a playful tone.
"Hey," you replied, "What are you doing here?" you repeated, crossing your arms.
"Don't say it like that, or I might think you're not happy to see me," he said, tucking his phone into the black jacket he was wearing.
"It's not that," you shrugged. "But don't get me wrong, I'm not studying with you tonight."
"And who said I'm here to study with you?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "I thought we could grab something to eat."
"We already had dinner together yesterday," you raised an eyebrow. "And we had coffee today."
"And you don't need to eat every day?" Jungkook asked with a smile that, even with the mask, you could tell was evident in his lips.
"Fair point," you chuckled, finding his persistence amusing. "But I'm not really in the mood for more food right now."
"Come on, Y/N," Jungkook insisted, stepping closer. "Just a quick bite. We can catch up."
You hesitated, considering his offer. You found yourself intrigued by the idea of spending more time with him outside of class.
"Alright, fine," you relented with a small smile. "But it's got to be something light. I have an early start tomorrow."
"Deal," Jungkook grinned, clearly pleased with your agreement. "Let's go."
As you both walked towards the nearby café, there was a comfortable silence between you, interrupted only by occasional comments about the street or the boy shivering in the cold winter weather. Arriving at the café, Jungkook took the initiative to order some hot food for both of you, for which you silently thanked him.
There was something about him and his presence that made you nervous.
Sure, he was handsome, charismatic, and carried a reputation on campus that you didn't particularly want to explore, as having your heart broken by him was definitely not on your agenda. But you couldn't shake the feeling that he noticed your nervousness around him. Evidence of this was when he reached out to still the frantic tapping of your nails against the table, placing his hands gently over yours.
It was clear he understood that your movements were a result of your anxiety in his presence.
The noise ceased instantly, and you lowered your gaze to his hands resting on yours. You didn't move, more out of surprise than a desire to maintain the contact, though deep down, you found yourself wanting to.
"So," he spoke up, and you instinctively tried to withdraw your hands, but he held onto them firmly. "How was your ballet class?"
You hesitated for a moment, feeling the warmth of his hands enveloping yours. His touch was gentle, almost reassuring, yet it sent a shiver down your spine.
"It was fine," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness. You couldn't help but notice how his gaze lingered on you, his eyes searching for something deeper.
"Fine?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a playful smile. "Just fine? Come on, there must be more to it than that."
You sighed.
"It was... intense," you admitted, choosing your words carefully. "But in a good way. Ballet has a way of pushing me beyond my limits, making me confront parts of myself I'd rather ignore."
Jungkook nodded, his expression softening as he listened intently to your words.
You pulled your hands away from his, finally, and he smiled serenely as you rested them in your lap.
"I can't stay long," you stated.
"Do you always have a curfew?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Something like that," you sighed.
"Is your dad strict?" Jungkook inquired, playfully.
"My brother likes me to tuck him in bed, and I like doing that," you replied simply, shrugging.
"You have a brother?" Jungkook asked with interest.
"Yeah, he's seven," you replied, a small smile playing on your lips.
"That's cool. What's his name?" Jungkook inquired, leaning in a bit.
"Khai," you answered, glancing at your watch.
"That's adorable," Jungkook whispers, "But I promise to get you home safe and sound in time for you to tuck your little brother into bed."
"Thank you," you laugh. "I think he'd like that." you grimace. 
"The thing I like most is when kids like me," Jungkook said in a self-assured tone, and you laughed. 
"Yeah, right!"
"Of course I do," Jungkook settles back in his chair, flashing a confident smile. "A kid's approval is the best kind."
You laugh again and shake your head. 
"I think Khai would love you and your tattoos," you smiled.
"Does he like drawings?" Jungkook asked, tapping the piercing on his lip.
"He loves them, in fact, we were drawing before my ballet class."
"Drawing seems like a fun way to pass the time," Jungkook muses, his gaze thoughtful. "I used to doodle a lot back in high school."
"Really?" you raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of things did you draw?"
"Mostly random stuff," he shrugs, "Characters from movies, portraits of friends, you know, the usual."
"That sounds cool," you nod, genuinely interested. "Do you still draw sometimes?"
"Not as much as I used to," he admits with a wistful smile. "But I've been thinking about picking it up again. It's a great way to unwind."
"It definitely is," you agree, a smile playing on your lips. "There's something therapeutic about putting pen to paper and letting your imagination run wild."
"Exactly," Jungkook nods, his eyes alight with enthusiasm. "It's like a form of escape."
“Do you know what else is therapeutic for me?” he asks and you raise your eyebrow.
"What?"
“Music” he says.
"Music?" you echo, intrigued by his response.
"Yeah," Jungkook nods, a soft smile gracing his lips. "There's something about music that just speaks to me on a different level."
“It can be so powerful, right?"
"Exactly," Jungkook agrees, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "It's like a universal language that everyone can understand and feel."
"Do you play any instruments?"
"I dabble in a few," he admits modestly. "Guitar, piano, a bit of drums. Nothing too fancy, just enough to enjoy myself."
"That's impressive," you comment, genuinely impressed by his musical talents. "It must be nice to have that outlet for creativity."
"It really is," Jungkook agrees, his expression thoughtful. 
Tumblr media
You both finished your coffee and walked together to your house, which wasn't too far away, just a few blocks. Jungkook shared about the time he gave up on pursuing a career in the music industry because all the responses about him or the band he had been part of in high school were negative.
"I can't believe it, that's... ridiculous," you shook your head, feeling indignant on his behalf. He smiled, amused by your reaction. "They should have given you a chance, seriously, don't laugh," you said, looking at him, who chuckled even more. "You..." You shrugged, moistening your lips. "Have you ever tried looking for an agent?" you asked, but he just looked at you, and with so many thoughts swirling in your head, you didn't even realize how close you were.
"It could... be better," you said awkwardly, swallowing hard. "Right?"
Before you could process it properly, he leaned in and kissed you lightly on the lips. It was brief, and your lips barely met before he pulled away, looking at you as if seeking your approval, but you were just staring at him, lips parted in shock.
For a moment, the air between you crackled with tension, the weight of his action hanging palpably in the air. You tried to gather your thoughts, to make sense of what had just happened.
Finally, you found your voice, though it emerged in a whisper, hesitant and uncertain.
"Jungkook, I..." You faltered.
He watched you intently, his gaze searching for any sign of your feelings.
"I... I don't know what to say," you admitted, your voice barely above a murmur.
Jungkook nodded slowly, his expression tinged with a hint of regret. "I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice tinged with a touch of uncertainty. "I shouldn't have..."
"No," you replied quickly, "It's not that, I liked it, it's just that..."
You began, but then he leaned in again, and once more, his lips met yours. Your eyelids fluttered, and your uneven breaths brushed against his lips. Jungkook placed one hand on your neck, and you squeezed your eyes shut. He brushed his thumb against your cheek, and you parted your lips, allowing for a deeper kiss. Jungkook's tongue slid against yours, and you remembered that you shouldn't be doing this the moment his lips moved against yours.
But fuck, he kissed so well.
As the kiss deepened, you felt a rush of conflicting emotions swirling within you. On one hand, there was a sense of exhilaration and excitement coursing through your veins, fueled by the intensity of the moment. On the other hand, there was a nagging voice of reason in the back of your mind, reminding you of potential complications of getting involved with Jungkook.
As the kiss lingered, you found yourself momentarily lost in the sensation, savoring the warmth of his touch and the connection between you. But as the initial rush began to subside, a wave of uncertainty washed over you. You pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, and looked into Jungkook's eyes.
"I really need to get home quickly," you said, stepping back and walking.
"I'll walk you home," he replied, walking alongside you.
The journey was quiet, and you felt like saying many things, yet nothing at the same time. Your cheeks were flushed, and you tried to steal glances at Jungkook, who had put on his mask. You sighed and quickened your pace, eager to get home. Jungkook kept pace, and for a moment, you really wished to be alone to sort out everything you were feeling at that moment.
Nothing made sense to you.
As you reached your house, you turned to him and said quickly, "Thank you, Jungkook," smiling. As you prepared to enter the gate, he held your arm and once again pressed his lips to yours, kissing you.
Your tongues tangled easily this time, and you both seemed a little more used to the whole situation. Jungkook's hands went down your waist and you grabbed the back of your head. You were hoping your father wouldn't see that scene.
Jungkook tilted his head slightly to the side, deepening the kiss, and as it happened, you felt your body ignite like a fire. You pressed your mouth against his even more firmly, while he did the same, causing your teeth to clink and the kiss to break with a mutual laugh from both of you.
"Okay, goodnight," you say, stepping back and laughing.
As you wake up, a sense of excitement courses through you at the thought of seeing Jungkook at college. It's a conflicting feeling because you know you shouldn't be feeling this way. You don't want to draw attention to yourself, especially not the kind of attention that comes with being associated with someone like Jungkook. 
Yet, despite your reservations, you can't deny the flutter of anticipation in your chest.
The memory of last night plays in your mind – the unexpected kiss, the warmth of his smile, the way he made you feel in that moment. It's all too consuming, and you find yourself unable to shake off the thoughts of him. 
As you get ready for the day ahead, you try to push those thoughts aside, reminding yourself of the importance of keeping your distance. But deep down, a part of you can't help but long for another glimpse of him.
But, despite of the thoughts about Jungkook, your morning routine must go on. You make your way to Khai's room to wake him up for school, finding him still buried under his blankets, his small frame barely visible.
"Hey, sleepyhead, time to get up," you say with a gentle shake, coaxing him to start his day.
Khai groans, his voice muffled by the pillows.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes, you do. Come on, we don't want to be late."
You chuckle softly.  As he reluctantly gets out of bed, his eyes still heavy with sleep, he looks up at you with a hopeful expression. "Can we have hot chocolate for breakfast today?"
You pause for a moment, considering his request. Despite your usual insistence on healthy breakfast options, you can't resist his pleading gaze.
"Alright," you relent, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Hot chocolate it is, but only if you promise to eat a good lunch later."
Khai's face lights up with excitement as he eagerly agrees, his enthusiasm infectious. 
You and Khai bundle up in warm coats, scarves, and hats before stepping outside into the crisp morning air. The chilly breeze nips at your cheeks as you walk hand in hand towards the local cafe. As you approach, the aroma of fresh coffee fills the air and Khai's eyes widen with excitement as he spots the colorful array of treats displayed in the window.
"Can we get marshmallows on top?" he asks eagerly, his breath forming small puffs of vapor in the air.
"Of course," you reply with a smile, ruffling his hair. "Let's make it extra special today."
Entering the cafe, you're greeted by the inviting warmth. Khai's eyes light up as he takes in the sight of the steaming mugs of hot chocolate being prepared, you smile watching the scene.
You and Khai leave the café, carrying the remaining hot chocolate in a portable container while holding hands, feeling the light snow falling on your hair strands, and Khai's laughter echoing in the street. 
He was happy. 
He had happy days even after your mom died. Perhaps because he didn't understand the complexity of it all and didn't witness her suffering like you did, or grasp how much your dad and you were shattered by it.
As you drop Khai off at his school, you watch him skip off happily to join his friends. With a soft smile, you head towards your college campus, the bustling streets already alive with students hurrying to their classes. 
As you arrive on campus, your gaze catches Jungkook in the distance. He smiles warmly at you, and you notice him striding towards his group of friends, Taehyung and Jimin, who are gathered a few meters away. However, instead of joining them, he veers towards you, his arms open in greeting, a smile playing on his lips. You return the gesture timidly, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you. Unsure if it's the effect of Jungkook or simply a wave of introspection washing over you, you feel your stomach hurts.
"Hey, how's it going?" Jungkook asks, his voice casual as he approaches.
"Hey, Jungkook," you reply, trying to keep your tone light despite the slight flutter in your stomach. "I'm doing okay. How about you?"
"Can't complain," he answers with a grin. "Just trying to survive another day of classes."
"Yeah, I feel you," you nod.
"Listen, I was thinking..." Jungkook starts, his expression thoughtful.
"Yeah?" you prompt, curious.
"Can I walk you to your class?" he asks, his tone hopeful.
Your heart skips a beat at the invitation, but you try to play it cool. "Sure, that sounds nice."
"Okay, I'll just grab my bag from Jiminie," he smiles and strides quickly over to his friends, who seem unable to take their eyes off you both.
Maybe they're surprised that you're friends.
Because that's what you are, right? Friends.
You'd kissed, but it wasn't serious. After all, Jungkook wasn't the type to have flings with girls. And you definitely weren't going to be another name on his list. 
So, they seem to be teasing Jungkook about something, which you don't quite understand. But you roll your eyes and try to look away from the group, feeling a bit uneasy as some people start to stare at the two of you together. You didn't like that kind of attention, but you weren't sure what you could do to avoid it.
Jungkook walks toward you, adjusting his bag on his shoulder and wearing a big smile and, before you can even begin to walk, he interrupts you by giving you a quick peck on the lips. 
That gesture catches you completely off guard, and you inhale sharply, blinking a few times to process what just happened. It irked you a bit, especially since now a few gazes were burning into you.
You glance at Jungkook's friends, who seem to be chuckling, and you take a deep breath before locking eyes with Jungkook. 
"Don't ever do that again," you say, and Jungkook furrows his brow, seeming not to understand what you're talking about.
"Do what?" he asks, puzzled.
"Kiss me in public," you reply, "never do that again." You repeat yourself once more. 
Jungkook takes a moment to process what you just said, and after a while, he speaks softly.
"Okay, I'm sorry."
Jungkook's apology feels sincere, but you can sense the tension lingering between you. The attention from his friends and the curious glances from others around you only add to the discomfort of the situation.
You take a step back, feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment. 
"I need to go," you murmur, avoiding Jungkook's gaze.
He nods silently, his expression reflecting regret and confusion. Heading towards your next class, you can't help but replay the moment in your mind, trying to make sense of it all. 
As you try to focus on the lecture, a wave of nausea washes over you, causing your stomach to churn uncomfortably. You shift uneasily in your seat, trying to push aside the unsettling feeling that seems to have settled in the pit of your stomach.
At first, you attribute the sensation to nerves or perhaps something with Jungkook. But as the discomfort persists, you can't shake the feeling that something else is at play.
As the minutes tick by, you realize that the sensation in your stomach isn't the fluttery excitement of butterflies—it's something entirely different, maybe the hot chocolate.
As the nausea intensifies, you realize that you might need to excuse yourself from the class. The discomfort grows unbearable, and you feel a rush of heat flooding your cheeks as you struggle to keep your composure.
With a sense of urgency, you gather your belongings and make your way towards the door, hoping to reach the restroom before it's too late. Each step feels like an eternity as you go through the rows of desks, trying to avoid drawing attention to yourself. You can sense the curious glances of your classmates as you pass by, but your sole focus is on reaching the restroom in time. The sound of your own heartbeat echoes in your ears. Fuck.
Finally, you push open the door to the restroom and rush inside, relieved to find it empty. You make a beeline for the nearest stall, barely managing to close the door behind you before the wave of nausea overwhelms you.
As you lean over the toilet, your body convulses with each heave, and you can feel the tension slowly ebbing away. After what feels like an eternity, the nausea begins to subside, leaving you feeling drained and exhausted. You take a moment to catch your breath, leaning back against the cool tile wall as you wait for the dizziness to pass.
Eventually, you gather enough strength to stand up and rinse your mouth with water from the sink. As you splash your face with cold water.
You pull yourself together and leave the restroom, but to your surprise, you find Jungkook in the hallway. His brows furrow with concern as he notices your pale complexion and the distress evident on your face.
"Hey, are you okay?" Jungkook's voice is laced with genuine worry as he steps closer to you, his eyes scanning your features for any signs of discomfort.
You try to muster a reassuring smile, but it falters under the weight of your discomfort. "Not really," you admit, your voice wavering slightly. "I felt sick in class, and I had to leave."
Jungkook's expression softens with empathy as he reaches out a hand to gently rest on your shoulder. "Do you need me to call someone for you? Or maybe I can help you get home?"
"B-but I... I can't... my dad would kill me!" you stammered, looking down. Jungkook gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, pulling it away from your face.
"But you're not feeling well," he pressed.
"My dad wouldn't like it," you replied in a childish tone, meeting his gaze. Jungkook moistened his lips and sighed.
"Do you want to come to my apartment?" he asked, his tone careful to avoid any misunderstanding. "You can rest there. I don't have a roommate, so there wouldn't be anyone bothering us," Jungkook chuckled, and you joined in. "I'm worried; you look pale."
"I think it was the hot chocolate I had," you grimaced.
"You'll be okay," he reassured calmly. "Grab your things, and we'll head to my place."
"Okay."
As you arrived at Jungkook's apartment, he led you inside with a sense of urgency, his concern evident in every move he made.
"Make yourself at home," Jungkook said, gesturing towards the living room. "You can lie down on the couch if you want. I'll get you some water."
You nodded weakly, feeling grateful for his kindness. Sinking into the plush cushions of the couch, you closed your eyes, trying to calm the queasiness in your stomach. Jungkook returned moments later with a glass of water, which you accepted gratefully.
"Thank you," you murmured, taking a small sip.
Jungkook sat down beside you, his presence a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves. He didn't press you with questions or demand explanations, but his silent support spoke volumes.
"If you need anything else, just let me know," Jungkook said softly, his eyes full of genuine concern.
You offered him a small smile, appreciating his understanding. Despite the unexpected turn of events, being in Jungkook's apartment felt oddly comforting. It seems that the chocolate was indeed what made you feel unwell, but your brother appeared to be perfectly fine without any signs of discomfort, at least, that's what his teacher told you when you called the school just to check. So perhaps it was just heavy for you. Or maybe it could have been that cheese you grabbed a piece of before leaving home, even though your father told you not to eat it.
"I can make some mint tea for you if you keep feeling unwell. My mom used to make it for me, and it always helped," he offered, looking at you with concern.
"You're a whiz in the kitchen, huh?" you chuckled, taking a sip of water.
"Oh, you have no idea," he replied with a smile, getting up. "I'll get a blanket to make you more comfortable."
He left the living room. Jungkook's apartment was just the right size for one person. Neatly organized and cozy. In the living room, there was a huge TV, and the black couch where you were seated was incredibly comfortable.
It didn't take long for Jungkook to return with a blanket and hand it to you.
"But what about your classes?" you asked, placing the empty glass of water on the coffee table.
"Hmm, what classes?" He replied in a playful tone.
You chuckled at his response, wrapping the blanket around yourself.
"Thanks," you said softly.
Jungkook settled back onto the couch beside you, as he reached for the remote.
"I hope I'm not causing too much trouble," you said, your voice tinged with concern.
He shook his head, his expression sincere.
"Not at all. I'm just glad I could be here for you."
After a moment of silence in the room, Jungkook was busy browsing through Netflix, trying to decide on a movie. Feeling a bit queasy, you excused yourself and headed to the bathroom, hoping to alleviate the discomfort. You splashed some water on your face, the cool sensation providing a brief respite from the unease. Removing your thick hoodie, you tied your hair back before returning to the living room.
Jungkook glanced up as you reentered, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual.
"What's up?" you raised an eyebrow, noticing his prolonged stare.
"I've never seen you without your hoodie," he remarked casually, though his eyes lingered on you a bit longer, causing a faint blush to rise to your cheeks.
"Are you checking out my boobs or something?" you teased, breaking the silence.
"No," Jungkook replied quickly, his cheeks flushing at your playful comment.
"Oh, I see how it is," you grinned, taking a seat on the couch beside him. "Admiring the view, huh?"
Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head.
"You wish."
Rolling your eyes playfully, you nudged him with your elbow. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your secret admiration."
He laughed, shaking his head.
"Kind of funny when it's you who doesn't want to be seen with me," he grimaced. "Twice now."
"It's not like that," you pouted. "I just don't like drawing attention, and you're always the center of it," you shrugged.
"Well, maybe it's time you get used to being in the spotlight."
You rolled your eyes, "I'd rather stay in the shadows, thank you very much."
He grinned, "You know, you're not so bad in the spotlight yourself. Maybe you'll get used to it."
"I doubt it," you replied, shaking your head.
His eyes continued to follow you as you settled back onto the couch.
"Are you going to watch the movie or stare at me the whole time?" you teased, breaking the tension.
He smirked. "Can't I do both?"
You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile.
"What are we going to watch?" you asked, turning your attention to the screen.
Jungkook scrolled through the movie options on Netflix, his brows furrowing in concentration. After a moment, he turned to you with a mischievous grin.
"How about a classic horror movie?" he suggested, his eyes glinting with amusement.
You chuckled nervously, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the thought. Horror movies weren't exactly your favorite genre.
"Sure, why not?" you replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
You glanced sideways at Jungkook as you both watched the movie, him reclined on the sofa, not sitting completely upright, his eyes fixed on the film and the glass of water he sipped held between his slightly parted lips, completely absorbed. You smiled and returned your focus to the movie; he was attractive, and you couldn't deny it.
Scenes unfolded, and you let out quick gasps at unexpected moments, Jungkook merely smiling in response. His eyes wandered over your face, analyzing you, and when you noticed, you smiled sheepishly and bit your lip. Jungkook moistened his lips and leaned in a little closer. You didn't hesitate, merely tensing your fingers on the blanket covering your legs. He smiled and brought his face inches from yours, his breath brushing against your lips. Then, in an almost involuntary move, your hands found their way to the back of his neck, delicate and hesitant.
Jungkook lifted his face a little higher, gazing at your lips. Before you could think of anything, he kissed you.
Your tongue seemed a bit hesitant at first, but he encouraged it gradually with his own until both were engaged in slow, intimate movements. Your hands roamed through his hair, intertwining among the strands, and sensing that you didn't mind, he placed one hand on your shoulder, resting his forearm on the sofa's back, and brought the other to your waist.
You pressed your lips a bit firmer against his as he slid his hand from your waist to your back, trying to pull you closer, but you, still apprehensive, leaned back, not allowing him to do so. He could feel how tense you were, and he knew he had to address it.
With the hand that was behind your shoulders, he caressed your hair, gently twining it between his fingers, massaging your head and neck with his fingertips until he felt you starting to yield in his arms, bringing you closer. Your knees touched, and he placed his hand back on your waist, attempting to turn you to face him, though he knew it wouldn't be that easy.
Then, you broke the kiss and looked at him.
"The movie," you said, nodding towards the screen with your head.
"Shhh," he whispered, brushing his nose against yours, and you swallowed hard.
"It's just that..." you began, but his gentle touch silenced your thoughts.
With your legs unfolding to rest on the couch, he drew closer without breaking the connection between your lips. His thumb traced slow circles along your waist, skimming beneath the hem of your shirt, teasingly revealing a hint of skin. You tugged at his hair, eliciting a shiver that rippled through him, letting him know you were enjoying every moment.
Jungkook let his tongue trace your lips before returning to kiss you again. He could feel your breath hitching, and your hands were no longer content with just running through his hair—they grasped at large strands, pulling involuntarily.
Breaking the kiss, you kept your eyes closed, perhaps feeling a bit shy. Jungkook brushed your hair aside and moistened his lips before placing the first kiss on your neck, eliciting a heavy sigh as a shiver ran down your spine. Your hands were on his shoulders, clutching at his shirt. Your restless legs brushed against his, and Jungkook was on the verge of turning you completely over, but perhaps if he did, you would resist.
Stroking his hair, he continued to kiss the curve of your neck, his fingers trailing down your back, daring to feel your skin beneath the thin shirt. You squirmed slightly, an uneasy sigh escaping your lips just before you tilted your neck back and pressed your body forward, meeting Jungkook's. With free access, he slid his parted lips across your throat, leaving one hand resting in the center of your back, supporting your body that was almost lying on the couch.
Your legs were draped over one of his, your calves nestled between Jungkook's. In a favorable position, he stretched out his hand and touched your knee, trailing up your thigh, and your ragged breath betrayed how vulnerable you were to his caresses, cursing him inwardly for it. Where was your self-control?
You swore you wouldn't be just another one on his list.
Jungkook pressed his lips against your ear, tracing it slowly with his tongue, and you ran your nails over the thick shirt he wore, now lying on the sofa with him between your legs.
Damn, it was too easy.
You were enjoying it, and if he continued, you would certainly allow him to go further, but then he stopped.
The movement gradually slowed down, and when it finally stopped altogether, you felt embarrassed. You didn't want to go beyond that, but why did he stop?
You sighed and placed your hands on his chest, pushing him so you could get out from under him, then sat on the sofa, feeling a bit small in the corner. You heard him sigh too, pulling the blanket and pillow onto his lap. You could hardly look at him. You were upset, and you didn't exactly know why.
"What did I do wrong?" You asked in a low tone, avoiding his gaze.
"Nothing, you didn't do anything wrong, why?" He asked.
"Nothing," you shrugged, feigning indifference, but your voice was a little weak.
Jungkook sighed softly and shifted closer to you on the sofa.
"Hey, talk to me."
You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to articulate your feelings. "I just... I don't know, Jungkook. Everything was going so fast, and I... I." Your voice trailed off, and you looked down, feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over you.
He reached out and gently lifted your chin, urging you to meet his gaze.
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" you asked, confused.
"Because I let things escalate too quickly, and that's exactly why I stopped," Jungkook explained, his voice soft.
"And isn't that how it usually goes with your girls?" you raised an eyebrow.
"You're not like them," he said quietly, avoiding your gaze.
You rolled your eyes, "Oh, it's not like I'm special either."
"I don't know why, but I care about you... It's different," Jungkook confessed.
"Stop it, Jungkook," you insisted, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you.
You knew you weren't special, in fact, you knew you shouldn't even be there, and that it was all just nonsense that you had fallen for like a duck to Jungkook's undeniable charm. But deep down, you were enjoying it, and he was a good distraction. The fact was, you weren't foolish enough not to see what he was up to. Jungkook sighed and leaned back against the sofa, running a hand through his hair in frustration. You could sense the tension between you two, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.
"I'm sorry," he said finally, breaking the silence. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."
You remained silent for a moment, trying to process your own thoughts and emotions.
"You didn’t," you replied, your voice softer now. "I just... wasn't expecting things to go that way."
Jungkook nodded.
"Can I rewind the movie so we can watch the part we missed?" Jungkook asked softly, and you nodded.
Tumblr media
"What are you doing?" you asked sleepily as you opened your eyes and saw him sitting on the edge of the sofa. You hadn't even realized you had fallen asleep.
"Waiting for you to wake up," Jungkook smiled, and you sat up, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Sorry for falling asleep," you said.
"It's not a problem at all," he replied sincerely, and you smiled. "How's your stomach?"
"Fine," you yawned, "I'm hungry, what time is it?"
Jungkook chuckled. "Well, it's lunchtime," he replied gently, "And about that..."
"What?"
"My parents are in town and I was wondering if you'd join me for lunch with them," he said quickly, and you needed a few seconds to process the information.
"Me? Lunch with your parents?" you furrowed your brow.
"Yeah," Jungkook shrugged.
"And they won't mind?"
"I always bring friends to lunch," he shrugged again.
“Friends," you said ironically.
"Friends," he repeated affirmatively.
You open your mouth to agree with him, but reason returns to your body. I mean, what would you do at lunch with his parents? Nope, there's no way.
"I can't, I need to stop by the ballet studio to talk to Harmony," it was the first lie that came to your head. The studio was exactly halfway between his apartment and your house. It's convenient for you to walk there.
"Bullshit," he says immediately, "But okay, I won't force you to come with me, I know it's..."
"Weird."
"Not the word I was looking for, but okay," he says, looking at you.
You watched the words spill out of Jungkook's mouth as he tried to convince you to join him for lunch with his parents, but you didn't think it was a good idea. Not at all. Then, a wave of regret washed over you. The first kiss you shared was undeniably great, unexpected, and felt natural, but you didn't want a boyfriend, and you definitely didn't want to date Jungkook.
You had no idea if you should have let him kiss you like that just now, and as much as he was a good distraction, he was dangerous. Very dangerous. Because he was charismatic and convincing. He could talk you into anything, you felt. He could easily make you fall for him because he was great company and kissed really well.
Then it dawned on you: you couldn't let it escalate any further, and it was already escalating because, when he smiled, your heart raced, and it was all happening too fast, way too fast, and it could end very badly. But his eyes were so irresistible, and the way he gestured to convince you that his parents would be nice to you and wouldn't assume anything bad.
No, no, no. 
You couldn't get lost in the beauty of his eyebrows and the way his lips formed a completely charming pout at the end of each sentence.
No, you were going to nip it in the bud. 
And you were going to do it now. You took a deep breath, mustering all the courage in your body, moistened your lips with your tongue, and cleared your throat.
"Listen here," you said, rising to your feet, and he looked up at you. "Let's get one thing straight, okay? This," you gestured between yourself and him, "is not happening ever again."
Tumblr media
keep reading
675 notes · View notes
eagleslouis · 2 years
Text
unrelated but its really me dating zayn ❤️💖💕💖❤️💖💕❤️💖❤️💖💕
1 note · View note
greyyson83 · 10 months
Text
five small moments | tommyinnit
let me know if you want me to do another one of these. they're really fun [not chronological order but can be from the same relationship]. tommyinnit x fem!reader
Tumblr media Tumblr media
1 - tickling them from behind before hugging them [318]
you stood at the kitchen counter, stirring the tea with mossy cobblestone by bears in trees echoing from the speaker in the office. today it was only you and tom in the office, having the whole place to yourself as tommy streamed from his individual room and you edited on the shared computer for a new video that was supposed to come out tomorrow.
being so into the music (since it was tommy's playlist), you didn't hear tommy exit his office to sneak up behind you. a shriek came from you as his hands swiftly moved to your waist and tickled against the exposed skin. your heart rate increased slightly as a laugh came from you, tommy burying his face into your neck, pressing a tickling kiss to the skin there as well.
"tommy!" you laughed, listening as he laughed as well, squeezing your waist as the tickling came to a stop.
he moved his arms around your waist, pulling you against his front, a chin on your shoulder. the hoodie he was wearing engulfed you, and suddenly you were the calmest you'd been in ages. suddenly the song turned to ultimately by khai dreams and tommy was slowly starting to move to a sway, along with the soft beat of his favourite artist.
"tommy..." you asked slowly, head rested back against his shoulder, at the perfect height. "what are you doing?"
your boyfriend chuckled softly, enjoying the confusion. "nothing in particular. enjoy my time, that's all."
"you're cute." you giggled at him, turning around in his arms to pull him into a tighter hug, head against his chest. his arms move from around your waist to your shoulders as he holds you tighter than before. nowhere else did you feel as safe, nowhere else made you feel like you didn't need to be anywhere else. with tommy, you knew you were the safest you possibly could be.
Tumblr media
2 - knuckles brushing against each others and getting shy [367]
the london vlog had been in the works for a few weeks now, but since ranboo could only just get to the uk in the past week, it could only have been filmed now. london was busy as hell, as usual, but that was good because it meant there were lots of distractions to keep the video on its toes.
tubbo and ranboo were walking ahead of you and tommy as the four of you walked down southbank. somehow, you and tommy had gotten distracted by the skateboarders under the bridge and so tubbo and ranboo were a few meters ahead. it didn't take them long to notice, but ranboo immideately noticed how close the two of you were standing together.
soon enough, the camera was directed at the two of you. "what do you think they're talking about?" tubbo asked, zooming in with the camera.
"i dunno, but they're both being rather cute about it, huh." ranboo declared.
it was then that your hand dropped from the railing, falling to your side and so close to tommy's hand that both ranboo and tubbo noticed, one of them reaching over to zoom the camera even more onto your hands brushing up against each others.
"just hold her hand, dude!" ranboo whispers, loud enough so that the camera can hear it. and then there were the actual skin touching. an obvious shy attempt of tommy's to hold your hand but the action was taken over by nerves as he pulled away and shoved his hands into his pockets. "c'mon!" ranboo cried, tubbo raising a hand in disbelief.
"i've been telling him to ask her out for months now." tubbo explained. "they're both idiots, though."
"they're both idiots whether its to do with the fact that they like each other not, toby." ranboo laughed, shoving tubbo slightly. "come on, lets walk on, they'll catch up eventually."
both you and tommy felt the disappointment in yourself that you didn't make the move that day. tommy was sure to get a teasing by both tubbo and ranboo during the sleepover thatg occured that same night. maybe he would ask you out the next day. since you were seeing each other anyway.
Tumblr media
3 - one small kiss before a passionate one [484]
tommy held your hand at your front door, the moon high in the sky above the two of you as he smiled down at you. nothing in that moment could have taken the grin off your face. the first date with him went so much better than you expecting, a goofy session of bowling in town ending up in the park and getting locked in. he had hefted you over the fence to get out, both landing on your sides and not being able to get up from stomach-pain inducing laughter.
"thank you tommy." you smiled, watching as a chuckled sligjtly under his breath. "i had a really fun time tonight."
you felt his hand squeeze yours slightly. "even when we got stuck in the park."
"even when we got stuck into the park, yes." you nodded.
suddenly a comfortable silence took over, the rush of traffic at the end of the road and a slight breezing being the only sound. it wasn't bad, and you were even about to invite tommy inside. maybe to watch a movie or something, but he spoke first. it was a question that you certainly hadn't been expecting - but in no way does that mean you didn't want it.
"can i kiss you?" and maybe the nod you answered with was a little too eager.
tommy was still hesitant, though, reaching a hand slowly up to rest against the skin of your cheek, thumb caressing the skin slightly. it took you to nod again for him to lean down finally and press his lips against yours. it was everything you expected and more, but over too soon. nerves got the better of him and he pulled away, making it a simple little peck. not enough.
"sorry." he mumbles, a hand lifted away from your cheek and going around the back of his head to scratch the back of his neck.
your eyes softened, noticing how shy he became all of a sudden. it wasn't the tommy you really knew, but it was sweet and even endearing. you knew that he would appreicate the move you wanted to take, so you took it immediately. a hand reaching up to his wrist, using it to pull him down against your lips again. a longer, more eager kiss that represented how much you liked him. how much you wanted to ask him inside because somehow this boy had gotten you more smitten than with anyone else.
and when you pulled back, you didn't miss the excited look in his eyes that said he really did appraicte the move you made. that, and the small gasp he let out as he stood up straight. "woah."
"you're welcome." you laughed, grabbing his hand again. "i really don't want to say goodbye. did you wanna come inside and watch a movie?"
tommy smiled again, nodding. "only if there's popcorn."
"you under estimate me, tom."
Tumblr media
4 - playing with each others hair [291]
the lion king was playing on the tv in front of you. the soft pillow that was your boyfriend was laying beneath you, arms wrapped tight around your waist, his face buried in your hair. ignoring the obstacle of the blanket that was laid over the two of you, you swiftly spun yourself around so that you were kaying stomach to stomach with tommy, being able to see the grin on his face when he saw yours.
"hi." he smiled.
you didn't say anything, just pressing a kiss against his forehead and resting your head alongisde his, nose against his hair. he moves so that there's one hand around your waist and the other moves up to your hair, twirling a strand of his around his fingers.
his hair didn't smell the same, though. instead of his usual shampoo smell he always had, there were a softer, more familiar smell to it that you recognised. you pulled away from him and frowned at him. "did you use my shampoo?"
"maybe..." he grinned slyly. "i ran out of mine, that's all."
you giggled at his words, a hand now in his hair, brushing the fluffiness around and twirling it inbetween your fingers. "no i don't mind at all. it's made it really soft."
tommy mumbled something, smiling up at you and pressing a surprising peck against your nose. "maybe i should use it more often, then."
"well, i certainly won't be complaining." you laughed, letting your hand fall from his hair and onto his chest, cushioned by his favourite hoodie. you let your head also fall onto his chest, feeling his arms squeeze you tightly as you closed your eyes and let yourself be comfortable around him. oh, how you loved him.
Tumblr media
5 - small comforts while the other is crying [545]
your eyes were hot with tears that fell down onto your cheeks and then to the floor, some landing on your shoes as you ran up the stairs that led to his apartment. you didn't know why you had come here it seemed like he was the only that could comfort you enough to get you out of a mood like this.
the knock on his door was weak. weak enough that you were worried he wasn't going to hear it, but then you hear him call 'i'm coming!' from inside and all most of your nerves were gone. and just a second later, the door swung open, revealing tommy in jeans and that same hoodie you loved, his arms dropping from the edge of the door and the grin on his face dropping as he saw the look on your face and the tears in your eyes.
"love." he murmurs. "come here, oh my god."
you practically fell into him, the softed of his hoodie instantly becoming home and the sense of inevitable doom slowly whitling away into nothing. just a figment of your imagination. there were a small close of his door before he took your hand in his as he took you into the living room. he told you to ignore the show that was playing on the tv but you cold help but check to see whether you had seen it. you had.
he settled you on the sofa, taking you immeditely into his arms again, his cheek resting against your hair, unconsciously rocking you back and forth. worried started to overtake him, though, as thoughts of what could have caused this breakdown on you entered his mind. if it was something, he would make sure you never had to do it again; if it was someone, he would make sure whoever it was apologised and you got revenge.
but you were more important. "do you wanna talk about it? what happened, lovely?"
"uhh." your voice was shakey as you pulled away from him, using your sleeve to wipe the tears from your cheeks. "i can't-" you paused, gathering your thoughts. "i can't remember. i just suddenly felt so alone, there was no one around and i just felt so lonely so i thought i would come to see you and on the way i thought you wouldn't want me to interupt your day off so i turned back but then i started crying and now i'm here and i don't know why and i'm so sorry, oh god, you probably don't want me here-"
tommy laughed as he pressed his hand up against your mouth, stopping your fast train of thoughts in an instant. "you're rambling, love."
"sorry." you mumbled from under his mouth. he took it away frmo your face and took your hand in his again.
"you've got nothing to be sorry for." he explained, "i told you when i moved here that you could pop around any time you wanted and i wouldn't care less. you mean the world to me, and i couldn't stand you being lonely, ever. please, i'd rather you be here and not feel isolated than suffer at home."
you smiled, sniffing and leaning your head onto his shoulder. "yeah. thank you."
"always." he smiled, and your worries came to an end.
445 notes · View notes
daisyblog · 4 months
Text
Congratulations
Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry and YN share their news with close friends.
Niall:
YN: PHOTO Hello Uncle Niall🤍
YN sent Niall the text and waited because she knew once he had read it, she was going to receive a call. 
And within a few minutes, YN’s phone began to ring with Niall’s name displayed. YN was quick to answer the FaceTime, eager to see his reaction.
“Hi Niall!”. YN and Harry answered together, a big grin on their face. 
“Are you two having me on?” Niall got straight to the point. 
“No…we’re having a baby!” YN explained.
“I can’t believe this…I think I’m gonna cry!” Niall had been there from the beginning of their relationship, so to see his two best friends happy and expecting a little one was emotional. “Congratulations guys…I’m so happy for you.”.
“Thanks Ni…well get ready for Uncle duties!”.
“I can’t wait!”. Niall couldn’t hide his excitement. “I’m gonna be their favourite uncle”.
“I think you’re going to have to fight for that spot with Louis!” Harry joked. 
“Tell him to give up now!” Niall teased. 
---
Mitch and Sarah: 
Harry: PHOTO Hi Uncle Mitch and Auntie Sarah❤️
Harry could see that Mitch was typing a reply, so he and YN waited for the response.
Mitch:  Little one is having a nap or I would be shouting down the phone right now!! CONGRATULATIONS GUYS!! Welcome to parenthood, we can’t wait for you to join us!! 
---
Jeff: 
Harry: PHOTO
Harry had sent his manager and friend a photo of the scan and purposely not saying anything more. So when Harry’s phone rang, he wasn’t shocked. 
“Harry!” Jeff didn’t allow Harry to answer. “What’s going on?”.
“I don’t know what you mean Jeffery.” Harry played dumb, a smirk covering his face. 
“You can’t just send me a baby scan and say nothing else.” 
Harry laughed but decided to put Jeff to ease. “YN’s pregnant!”.
“Fuck off!”. 
“I’m serious…she’s like fifteen weeks now.” Harry explained. 
“FIFTEEN WEEKS!” Jeff had a similar reaction to others when the couple announced how far along YN was. 
“We only found out this week.” Harry defended himself.
“Well all I can say is…Congratulations H, you really deserve this and I’m behind you and YN every step of the way!”. 
“Thanks Uncle Jeff.” Harry teased. 
---
The Love Family:
Harry: PHOTO Our new addition to the love family🫶🏼❤️
Elin: Aww you guys🥹Congratulations Harry and YN🤍
Ariza: Congratulations to you both! So happy for you, amazing news!
Niji: Congratulations! You both deserve so much happiness❤️
Pauli: YESSS!! Saucy saucy😂A big congrats my man!
Yaffra: Wow! Congratulations!! 
Lloyd: 👀…THIS IS THE BEST NEWS! Congratulations Boss x 
Brad: WOOOOO! I KNEW IT! Congratulations H and YN x
---
Zayn: 
Despite some distance being created when Zayn left the band, YN had always tried to stay in contact with him. They didn’t talk all the time but they would occasionally catch up over a few messages or now and again a FaceTime call, especially when Zayn had Khai.
YN: PHOTO Hello Uncle Zayn 👋🏼
Zayn: What a message to wake up to. I wasn’t expecting this news. A massive congratulations to you and H, you’re going to be amazing parents❤️
---
Liam: 
YN: PHOTO Hello Uncle Liam 👋🏼
Liam: 😱😱😱
Liam: OH MY
Liam: I’m speechless 
Liam: A huge congratulations to you guys! You deserve so much happiness and I wish you all the love x 
---
James Cordon:
Harry: PHOTO Hello Uncle James!!
James: Thank you very much for making me cry on a Monday morning!! WAW!! A big congratulations to you both!! H…welcome to fatherhood, it’s incredible. Big love x
---
Lou Teasdale: 
YN: PHOTO Hi Auntie Lou👋🏼🩷
Lou T: OMFG!! You kept this quiet! Congrats my darlings🩷Love ya both xx
---
Nick Grimshaw:
Harry: PHOTO Hi Grimmy x
Grimmy: This better not be a joke! Congrats both! Catch up soon? Orange juice for you YN x 
Tag List: @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @harrys-flower @platinumbarbie143 @frickin-bats @harrysbbyh0ney @chronicallybubbly @goldensunflowe-r  @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @kaverichauhan @peterholland04 @panicattheuc @or-was-it-just-a-dream @hittiesontour @bunnyharold @fanfictioncafe @lilfreakjez @iamahallucinationnn @theekyliepage @indierockgirrl @buckybarnessimpp @ashleighsss @jerseygirlinca @fake-coolbeans @itsmytimetoodream @treehouse-mouse
173 notes · View notes
smilinlemon · 2 months
Text
sunkissed
a/n: i love felix catton, my bisexual king and i couldn't help but think of him while listening to sunkissed by khai dreams
Summers in Saltburn were no stranger to you, ever since you and Felix had become a real ‘thing’ he had been inviting you to the estate to beat the heat. It was daunting at first, wholly out of your comfort zone, but mornings like this made it all worth it.
Mid-day, the sun hung bright and burning hot in the sky as you, Felix, Venetia, and Fairleigh all hung around the pool. You could hear the three splashing and playing in the pool as you sat in a nearby lounger, fresh braids cascading down your shoulder and a cool drink in your hand as you listened to the ambiance of the place you learned to call home. Hearing a quiet grunt and water splashing, you looked over your sunglasses to see Felix pulling himself out of the pool and god did it look like something straight out of a movie watching the beads of water slide down his chest – 
“God, stop eye fucking him!” Fairleigh shouted in your direction, causing heat to rush to your face as you threw a nearby shoe at him in the pool. “Sod off Far!” you shouted, waving him off as you turned to your boyfriend who smiled down at you with a knowing look. “Don’t just stare, give me a kiss?” the question was only there as a formality, you all but demanded something from your favorite boy. Felix happily obliged, chuckling softly as he leaned close, kissing your lips warmly. 
“Better?” he whispered, not retreating from you just yet. All you could muster was a small nod as you shared a smile and kissed him once more before he lay on the lounger beside you.
As Felix settled into the lounger, eyes fluttering closed as he took a deep breath and visibly relaxed, you couldn't help but admire his sunkissed skin—the feeling of the august air against your exposed skin gently tousled his brown locks. The soft rise and fall of his chest as he began to dry off in the sun and thoughts of past summers couldn’t help but come back in waves. The first time you visited Saltburn, swimming in the lake with Felix in the Dewey morning before anyone was awake, the late nights spent talking as well as not talking at all. The memories brought a smile to your lips as you daydreamed on. 
Feeling eyes on him, Felix cracked an eye open to see you smiling absentmindedly at you. That smile that made him fall for you over and over. “Love, ‘mere.” He held his hand out, silently ushering you over, which you did, quickly padding yourself over to your lover who swiftly pulled you into his lap. A small noise of surprise left your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close before closing his eyes again. “Comfortable, my darling?” you whispered, lightly carding your fingers through his chocolate locs which earned you nothing but a content hum. You could feel him physically relax at your touch, breath beginning to even, you began quietly singing a song you couldn't help but think of every time you saw Felix on these august days.
“So slowly a sunlit dream pulls me out of sleep
Feel the morning through the blinds
I get to thinking about your sunkissed face
And a quiet place I could give you all my time”
120 notes · View notes
ladyylesbian · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
i love you in every universe
@loqov
3 notes · View notes
waitmyturtles · 5 months
Text
THE MORNING AFTER: ONLY FRIENDS, EPISODE 11 -- 1 OUTTA 3 AIN'T BAD
Preamble! I had a HELL of a day yesterday, woof. So if this comes out garbled, y'all will know why. I'll try to keep this short, but... I'm likely lying to myself, let's see.
TW: FORCEBOOK -- I'm going to say a few words about ForceBook below, so if words about ForceBook are not your thing, please move along!
I'm gonna start this post with thoughts on the three main pairs, and then get some last little thoughts out at the end.
a) I have a feeling that I don't need to write THAT much, because the lovelies @lurkingshan (here), @neuroticbookworm (here), and @chicademartinica (here) all covered the top points of this episode nicely: this episode was a BostonNick WIN. On Nick, dear Chica nailed it so hard that I will have to link AND screenshot her m'fucker:
Tumblr media
And Boston, BOSTON, MY MAN! MY MAN! MY MAN!
(Nick says the first line below, with Boston saying the second:)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Fuckin' a. There are two reasons why I STANNED BostonNick in this episode.
1) First of all, as you see above, Nick still had to be a tiny bit of a shit. Nick was in Atom's shoes once. Nick remembers the feeling of having feelings for someone who didn't have feelings back for him. So Nick took a little passive aggressive dig at Boston by calling Boston's sex and predilections "terrible."
And Boston shot back at Atom -- and maybe indirectly at Nick -- with his perspective on sex: "[h]ow can you love me after sleeping together just once?"
I've written before (and forgive the foggy mom brain, but I believe @emotionallychargedtowel has also written on this), that the hormonal experience of sex can impact people in incredibly different ways. Some people, like Boston, feel no connection with the person he's slept with after sex; other people, like Nick and Atom, catch feelings. All of it is normal.
What happened in the dialogues that we were privy to earlier in the series vis à vis Nick and Atom was that WE, the audience, heard THEIR perspectives, and the narratives allowed US to contemplate sympathizing for them -- by playing off of a general assumption that an audience would JUDGE people like Boston for having casual sex. Boston's positions on sex (heh) pissed off people like Nick and Atom! So Boston got fuckin' wiretapped and smeared by these dudes.
However: BOSTON REMAINED CONSISTENT, CONSTANT, AND ACCOUNTABLE to his position, AT ALL TIMES, that he wasn't someone who caught feelings after casual sex. I am sure for many sectors of the Only Friends audience, that this may not have been easy to parse, especially considering the very early and popular judgements levied against Boston. (For the record, I never took Boston as a predator, and I established my thoughts early in the series run on this as rhetoric about Boston's "badness" around sex was flying around. I'm a Khai girlie. Boys, girls, and non-binary friends can be playas, too, and deserve to enjoy their sex lives without judgement.)
What I UTTERLY admire about the pace of this series vis à vis BostonNick is that it took its TIME in establishing Boston's AGENCY to be able to LEVY his position on sex SO STRONGLY and CLEARLY, with Nick's support. While much of the series allowed the popular and condemning rhetoric to swirl around Boston, this scene put a fuckin' NAIL in that coffin. I believe this scene said: you can't only listen to one side, the crying, sobbing side of a person who wants another person after a one-night stand. You HAVE to listen to both sides. The hormonal aspect of wanting to be close to your sex partner is valid, but also -- if the other side is talking, you MUST listen to what the other side is SAYING.
Boston was always clear about his position -- and Nick and Atom HAD to take responsibility for their unreasonable demands from Boston after their one-night stands with him; unreasonable, because Boston CLEARLY stated to the both of them that he wasn't a relationship guy, and would not be forced into it. And both of them ignored those statements, and all hell broke loose, TWICE.
2) HOWEVER! Boston realized, after spending more time with Nick than with any other sex partner, and after he lost his friends, that he HAD caught feelings for his fave, his Nick! Remember last week, when I got all mewdy that MONOGAMY might be the dramatic device that the show would use to "redeem" Boston? BLECH.
DAMN, did this episode SPIN THAT AROUND for me. GOD, I LOOOOOOOOOOVED THAT CONVO WITH NICK AND BOSTON ABOUT FIGURING OUT THEIR STATUS!!!!!
Paraphrasing! "I want to spend the next few months loving on you," or whatever Boston says?! FUCK, YES! Nick, all OVER this, setting boundaries, allowing himself TIME and SPACE to figure out what's best for him, with both Dan and Boston! SHIT, MARK PAKIN SHOWED UP! Omg, BostonNick for the win.
My head's spinning, because that was seriously one of the BEST conversations I've seen written in a drama about the consideration of a relationship and a status check. That impressed me as much as Pharm asking Dean for a break in UWMA -- and then Pharm straight up LIVING HIS LIFE, BBQ pork grills and all, without Dean for a few months.
And. Boston was cool with Nick's boundaries and thoughtfulness. Boston knows what he wants, but he's not gonna push Nick into anything. Boston knows time is ticking, but will wait for Nick's answer.
It was so cool to see. My heart was full.
So that pairing, the NeoMark/BostonNick pairing -- SOLID.
b) Moving on! Thanks to @lurkingshan, I got clarity on what the fuq was happening with Sand and Boeing. At first, I thought Boeing was a little SHIT for showing up to Sand and stirring unnecessary drama in his ex's life after getting rejected by Mew. (Mond, though. 🤤)
But, as Shan pointed out to me in my insane day yesterday: Sand has a problem saying no to dudes. (Homey, RELATE.) So like, then they all go back to Ray's place, and Ray KNOWS that Sand has trouble setting boundaries and saying no, because that's what Sand's mom said to Ray, but also, that's the way Sand's been engaging with Ray himself, and Ray will DEF know what will be up if Sand gets closer to Boeing again, and Ray's like, uh, come into my pool so we can nip this in the bud?, but no, we know what Jojo's thinking, so.
I mean, have sex already, you three, chop chop. I see the FirstKhao gworls on my dash not happy about not having a complete episode of SandRay peace, which I get, but also, this continues to reiterate my bleh on Sand, which like -- get a backbone, Sand. You have a literal boyfriend now, and you're still not saying no to dudes? What if Mild strolled in for a foursome? (NO, DON'T TURN THAT DOWN, SAND, DON'T.) But I'm just saying -- maybe listen to a person in your life, like your mom, to set some boundaries, like your roommate. I'm throwing my hands up in the air on this one, but at least we may get our threesome, and, Mond.
c) Okay, last pair! TopMew. For a hot second, I was impressed with Top.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I liked this, ::waves index finger in a circle::, this worked.
But I have decided. I'm done with ForceBook. I just -- please remember the TW, FB girls. I'll get back to TopMew in a second as characters, but this was my first ForceBook show, and it might be my last. Watching them is as exciting to me as breaking down Amazon boxes.
We have seen Mew waffle this whole dang series. (WELCOME BACK, THE ONLY FRIENDS VENGEFUL WAFFLE! HEART YOU, @starryalpacasstuff!)
Tumblr media
And there was more Mew waffling, more talking to moms, and Top is just like, I'm gonna peace out, DEUCES, and then, OF COURSE, HE COMES BACK INTO THE KITCHEN, LIKE HE NEVER LEFT THE HOUSE AFTER SAYING HE WOULD (I cackled), and then they're together in bed. And now they'll move in together.
This was a BIT of a storyline ride. But -- and I HAVE TO ADMIT, part of this is my tiredness talking -- I'm just kinda bored of ForceBook at this point. Do I actually get the sense that Top is *excited* about Mew moving in? Do I get the sense that Top and Mew *love* each other? I.... don't! Is it the chemistry between ForceBook? I.... I think so? I think so!
And, so... Mew will try to convince Ray to accept Top in the next episode? I dunno. (Episode 12 previews, we've learned to distrust them.) As much as I want to try to sit here to analyze TopMew at this point, I kinda just wanna throw my hands up in the air and be like, I'll leave these characters to fiction. And I think it's because I was unfortunately spoiled by the FANTASTIC chemistry emanating out of Neo, Papang, Mark, First, and Mond in this episode (MARK! MONNND. PAPANGGGG.).
I have to admit it, and I'm sorry to admit it. ForceBook do nothing for me, acting-wise and chemistry-wise, and I am done struggling with analyzing TopMew. I'll let 'em be.
d) Last thoughts! Bye, Cheum. We haven't had enough of Nonnie in this series, and I wanna see Nonnie as April dump Cheum's ass and break shit in episode 12, the way Nonnie's real-life brother goes and breaks shit on social media. Way to hold no one, including yourself, truthfully accountable, Cheum.
(What in the. I would love a Soonvijarn episode on Jojo's thoughts on Cheum one day.)
Anyway, bye, B.
THAT'S ALMOST IT! Ephemerality? I hope Boston makes a whole bunch of righteous new homies in NYC. This whole series has made me sick and tired of proximate friends, lol. We'd better see Mond suck face with Khao and First. Andddd, bleep, bloop, that's all I got!
HOME BASE NEXT WEEK, FAM!
[EPHEMERALITY SQUAD, second-to-last weekend meta for ya! @slayerkitty (SK... I am so tired, lol), @ranchthoughts, @chickenstrangers, @twig-tea, @neuroticbookworm, @lurkingshan, @distant-screaming, @clara-maybe-ontheroad, @thatgirl4815]
153 notes · View notes