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chowyunnafat · 2 years

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Le Grand Bleu (Part 3)

le grand bleu (part 3) 💙

alt. title: everyday is like friday

•••

If you asked Jannine how she got through the rest of the day; she was still figuring it out herself.

The first two classes were lecture (she’d sat in the very back, leaned back, and eyes closed), and the third class was a lab she’d already done because she’d taken the time to redesign her dress-form the afternoon before. Instead of sticking with its typical white, she opted to incorporate a bit of cotton and tie-dye (but not too much).

Taking a sip of water (she’d been alternating between water and honey tea), and laying down on her bed, her thoughts went back to BamBam. She could only sigh and turn to face the wall.

At least he’d given her a hangover remedy; she hadn’t known a remedy at all before she searched online.

She twisted loose strands of her hair around her finger, angry at its representation of naivety and ostracize-linage.

The blue still hadn’t washed out of her hair. But Jannine had learned how to wear it to the best of her ability.

Ever since the party, life on campus was a 5 at best. She wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t sad either. She just held onto the letters that lead her down this path.

“Kunpimook,” She muttered. “Where are you?”

Of course, there wasn’t a response for her then. Just the silence that seemed to inhabit the dorm room.

The grip on her purpose was slipping the further she concluded that this university life just wasn’t for her. As much as she’d like to think she was big and bad and unstoppable.

Perhaps, she wasn’t.

As any good Leo (her zodiac sign), she was a great actor.

Before she could Google the best ways to drop out of a college you just got accepted into, she received a notification on her phone.

PunPun: Some guys are asking about you.

Jannine: Srsly? Who?

PunPun: BamBam and these two other guys 🤷🏻‍♀️

Jannine: Definitely keep me uninformed then. I don’t want to hear anything regarding that jerk and his friends!

PunPun: Okay. Then I definitely won’t tell you how they bribed like half the “first floor” girls to come into your room in the middle of the night and cut your hair off.

Jannine: What?! 🤬

PunPun: You don’t have a roommate. So, it makes their job easier.

Jannine: Can I stay wit u?

PunPun: I don’t live on campus. I live with my parents. I just sometimes crash at my cousin’s dorm room.

Jannine: Who’s your cousin?

PunPun: Umm…May?

Jannine: Instead of lying. Just tell me to get a life. I’ll figure this out by myself. Bye. 😡

Sticking her cell phone in her pocket, she rushed to the door. But already she could hear voices out in the hallway asking for the “new girl in D59.”

Throwing on a hoody, Jannine took her book bag and threw in a couple more essentials. She then slung the bag over her shoulder and attempted to climb out of her window.

“Crap. That seems like a long way down,” She whispered. Before she could hesitate any longer, the footsteps grew louder. And she stepped her foot onto the small balcony. There was very little room, but so far she hadn’t slipped or fallen. Straddling the rails, she put her hand on top of the railing as she placed her foot further down on the next level closest to the ground.

“Where’d she go?” She could hear the small mob of girls ask. “I thought the room was D59.”

Perspiration dripped from her forehead as she gripped her book bag.

Jannine didn’t dare look down. If so, she wouldn’t have had the guts to do what she did—

“Shit!” She cursed. “Shit shitty shit!”

She knew her ankle’s lifespan was just reduced by 5 years. In the future, when she was sitting in a rocker sipping on prune juice; she would be complaining about an arthritic ankle.

But she limped like a champ.

“There she is!”

Jannine stopped and turned around. At the door and on the balconies stood apparent BamBam admirers.

“There she is!” They pointed at her, and gave her the stank eye.

Jannine ran like a champ as she heard the stampede of girls behind her. She ran so fast she couldn’t recover enough to grab her other Fila shoe.

Almost out of breath, with her ankle still throbbing, she dipped into the school’s lobby. Fearing they’d see her through the windows she ran into the nearby bathroom and locked it from behind. She rested her back against the door and closed her eyes; her breathing still heavy.

When she opened her eyes and regained her breath, she turned around and came face to face with Milli and her gang.

If Jannine had known this is where she would end up, she would’ve gladly let the stupid fan girls have her for lunch. Because this was beyond ridiculous.

“I think this makes a good venue for a fight,” Milli said with a smirk and arms crossed. “Doesn’t it?”

Jannine had been dragged to one of the offices. And now she was literally cornered.

Jannine rolled her eyes. “Why?”

Milli smirked. “Why what?”

“Why go through all this trouble?” Jannine asked. “To fight me?”

Milli and her followers laughed. Until Milli held up her hand and told them to “shut up!”.

“Simple,” She stated. “You are on my territory.”

Jannine laughed. Belly and all.

Apparently, Milli didn’t find it funny at all. She made a trill with her lips.

“Girls,” Milli said in a demanding tone. “Give me the scissors!”

Jannine’s eyes widened. “I thought you wanted to fight me?!”

Milli smiled devilishly. “No. This is much more fun.” She took the scissors from a follower, and pointed them at Jannine. “Not only will you have horrible blue hair. But a kitchen-drawer-scissors haircut to boot.”

Jannine looked for an exit, but one of Milli’s followers blocked her path. She backed away slowly and bumped into another follower. “Luh.”

Milli began to walk towards her. “When you first stepped foot here you just looked like fresh meat.”

“What did I ever do to you?” Jannine asked, swatting away a followers hand, when they attempted to hold her down. “I did nothing to you.”

The bully laughed, and shook the scissors in her hand; the handle swung back and forth.

“Does there always have to be a reason?”

Jannine could say no more. It would all be for naught anyway. After all, there was only two people on this camp that regarded her highly, or at least didn’t want to eat her for lunch. Yet, 98 percent of the campus population wanted her dead.

Maybe Kunpimook wasn’t here. Maybe he was long gone, and she was betting on a losing dog.

Defeated, Jannine didn’t struggle anymore. She closed her eyes, prepared to have her hair whacked off, when Milli’s followers suddenly let go of her, and Milli took off in a run. Jannine’s eyes opened, and she looked all around her. “Huh?”

“You musta done something to really tick her off,” A voice said.

Campus Prince, BamBam, stepped forward with his rich boy swag. He donned a light sweater, white slacks, and a pair of sneakers. His grin was smug, and his hands were in his pockets. Was he wearing a Rolex?

“Xi ngo?!”

“Don’t think I did this because I don’t dislike you anymore,” BamBam specified with a bit of snark. “I just don’t want to be left to clean the mess hall by myself.”

Jannine’s smile turned into a frown. “Well, thanks to your angry fan girls I can’t go back to my dorm and sleep.”

BamBam raised a brow. “You’re blaming me for why you got booted out from your dorm?”

She pointed down at her red swollen ankle. “I’m blaming you for this too.”

He rolled his eyes at her injury. He then grabbed her hand.

“Luh, luh!” She protested. “I wasn’t being that ser—“

He stopped walking, and her mouth bumped into his collarbone.

“You don’t want to fail gym class, right?” He asked in annoyance.

“Gym class?”

He laughed.

“Yeah. Gym class.”

Jannine’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t pick that as an elective.”

“It’s mandatory for all first years.”

Jannine sighed, but said, “No. I don’t want to fail stupid gym class then.”

BamBam nodded with a smug facial expression. “Then come with me. You need to have your ankle looked at.”

He then picked her up and swung her over his shoulder. “C’mon. We’ll see what a friend of mine can do to help your ankle heal.”

Jannine opened her mouth to protest, but it wasn’t lost on her that BamBam picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like a typical Tuesday.

So, she stayed quiet for awhile, wondering if the foreign teacher with the stick would pop out of the bushes. Yet, that never happened. “What are you here for?” BamBam asked. “Language?”

“No,” Jannine replied. “Fashion. Costume design.”

“Really?”

“Yeah?” She said back. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I’m not that surprised,” BamBam replied with. “I just didn’t think it was something you’d be so sure of.”

“So, you think I came here to fuck off?”

“No. Wait, did you?”

She hit him on the back, and he winced in result. “No, khun.”

He laughed a little. “Well, I guess that just makes one of us.”

Before she could respond to his comment, a guy came from the school’s med bay, opened the door to the building and walked out quickly; alert and curious.

Jannine perked up, speechless. Despite wearing glasses, the doctor-in-training wore them well. They framed his face nicely, complementing his comma hairdo, along with his lips and kind eyes. So entranced, she failed to process what BamBam was indicating for her to do.

“Do you want me to throw you on the ground?!”

Jannine snapped out of her crushing, and frowned at BamBam’s words. “Mai?”

“Bam, don’t be like that,” The young doctor said. “You seem to act like this towards the cute ones.”

Handsome Doctor-in-Training thought she was cute?

BamBam laughed sarcastically and replied with, “Nah. Her hair’s blue!”

The Handsome Doctor laughed with a knowing glint in his eye. “I find it attractive. It makes her stand out. Like a blue rose in a bouquet of red ones.”

BamBam’s hold on her tightened, but Jannine failed to notice, and gave the handsome friend an even brighter grin.

“Jinyoung,” BamBam groaned. “Are you done for the night, or can you actually help her?”

Jinyoung apologized to Jannine. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk to you like you weren’t there, but my Thai is really bad.”

Jannine shook her head in disagreement. “No. It’s actually really good. But if you prefer speaking in English, that’s fine too.”

The young doctor smiled. “Kob khun.”

•••

“It’s not a severe sprain,” Jinyoung said as he examined her ankle. “But you’ll need to ice mornings and nights. During the day, just move it in a circular movement, and don’t overcompensate by limping. Try walking as naturally as possible.”

Jannine nodded. “Ne.”

Jinyoung lifted his head up in surprise. “Omo?”

Jannine laughed. “That’s probably the only Korean word I know.”

Jinyoung laughed too, patting her calf good naturedly, until they heard a loud and obnoxious fake laugh from yours truly.

“Is something the matter Bam?” Jinyoung asked with a raised brow, his smile holding a bit of a challenge. “Do you need a drink of water? Cough drops?”

BamBam took a hand out of his pocket, and looked at the Rolex watch on his wrist. “It’s getting late. You know who patrols at night. Your father.”

Jinyoung’s face was one of annoyance. “You know I’m not related to that ass— I mean, person. Because he and I only share a namesake out of coincidence. And I’ll write you two a pass.” He stood up from the stool, giving Jannine an apologetic look.

Jannine nodded. “Thank you Jinyoung.”

As the doctor exited the room, Jannine smiled and sighed. He reminds me of a Disney prince, She thought to herself.

“He has a girlfriend back home.”

Jannine rolled her eyes. “And you’re telling me this…?”

BamBam shrugged. “To let you know he’s off limits.”

Jannine rolled her eyes again. “Whatever. I’m going back to my dorm.”

“No you aren’t.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“No you aren’t.”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” She snapped. “I’m going now.”

BamBam guffawed dramatically, with his hands in his pockets. “Okay. But you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She picked up a medicine utensil nearby, and threw it his way. He missed the pointy object barely, and he didn’t look impressed. “Are you kidding me?!”

Jannine smirked. “What?! It was on accident?” She crossed her arms under her chest.

He took some hand sanitizer in a spray bottle and pointed it towards her.

Jannine’s smirk went away.

But just as his finger pressed on the trigger, Jinyoung walked back in. “BamBam,” He scolded. “Stop playing around. I swear you still act like a kid. Gimme.”

As BamBam handed his friend back the container of sanitizer, Jannine gave him a mischievous smile as she wiped the disinfectant off her shirt using her hand, Jinyoung’s back turned to Jannine.

BamBam glared briefly, but didn’t say anything. He’d get payback, but Jannine would definitely be on the look out.

Yet, as Jinyoung gave her a wipe and a glass of water and was getting ready to walk out, he told both of his peers, “I’m sure you both can see your way out.”

But BamBam spoke. “Wait. Jinyoung, can she stay here until the morning? All the girls in her dorm hate her.”

Jannine’s eyes widened briefly, but she hung her head down; she was a tad embarrassed. Yet, Jinyoung replied with airily, “Sure. I don’t mind. Um. Let me find some spare clothes.” As Jinyoung went to do just that, Jannine still stared down at her lap embarrassedly. Yet, she muttered under her breath, “Thank you.”

BamBam wasn’t going to make it easy for her. She should have known that. “I’m sorry, can you say that again? I didn’t hear you.”

Jannine mumbled her thanks again.

“Jannine,” He said too brightly. “How am I supposed to hear you if you keep your head down? Sheesh.”

“Thank you, okay?” She said with annoyance. Due to the annoyance, she unintentionally projected her voice a bit better. “Gosh. Happy?”

BamBam gave her a small smile that made her double back.

Even though he’d given her a big, fake, and sarcastic grin a couple minutes ago, she didn’t notice how much of a difference it would be when he gave her a smile that softened his features as his eyes had a bit of a twinkle in them almost.

Before she could even think to remember it, the moment was gone when Jinyoung entered back into the room to give her some spare pajamas.

“This is a leftover of the old gym outfits ten years ago,” He said. “So, they might seem a little outdated.”

Jannine took her eyes off BamBam and looked at his friend. “No. Not at all. Thank you Jinyoung.”

He smiled with a nod. “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be in the very back studying; pulling an all-nighter.” He turned and looked at his friend with a knowing look. “And you need to go back to the dorms. Teacher Park will catch you and report you to the headmaster.”

BamBam tch-ed. “You can’t do all-nighters here,” He said matter-of-factly. “What if Park decides to do his rounds here?”

Jinyoung sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “BamBam if you wanted to spend a night here as well, all you had to do was ask.”

Instead of confirming Jinyoung’s words, he said, “Admit it, you only pull all nighters because of Sister So-min.”

Jannine saw a bit of red make it’s way onto Jinyoung’s face. But he simply said to BamBam, “Stop deflecting. You know where to get the spare clothes.” He gave Jannine a bow and exited with BamBam falling behind him.

She shook her head at BamBam’s antics.

She then took out her phone and saw a message from Lisa:

Hey. Are you okay? One of my roommates said you jumped from the balcony. 😢

Jannine replied:

I’m okay. I’m actually staying at the school medic bay tonight.

Lisa:

Really? Why? Are you really okay?

Jannine:

I sprained my ankle. No biggie.

Lisa:

I’m glad you’re okay besides your ankle. See ya in the morning.

Jannine:

Khob Kun.

•••

As Jannine settled into one of the beds, BamBam came back in donning the Hnung Uni’s early 2010s gym uniform AKA “pajamas substitute”.

She turned to face the wall, simply telling herself that this would never be happening again (a one time occurrence) and he’d still act like a jerk the next day.

Yet, she did go ahead and ask a question that’d been bugging her for the last couple hours.

“Why’d you tell all the girls in the dorm to haze me in the middle of the night?”

“What are you talking about?”

She laughed as though she were calling him out on his bullshit. “You told all the girls in the dorm to come into my room in the middle of the night and cut my hair off.”

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about, khun.”

Jannine turned around to face him. “Whatever. I suppose you felt guilty. That’s why you’re being half-way decent.”

He sat on the bed on the other side of the room. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me. I don’t even know your dorm room number.”

She let out a huff. “I can’t think of it being anyone else but you and your friends.”

BamBam laughed as though, this time, he were calling her bullshit. “I’m sorry to say it, but I don’t think a lot of people like you here.”

Jannine could feel the onset of tears, her face warm. But she put on an air of indifference. “So what? I deserve to be here like everyone else,” She replied with false-confidence. “And I haven’t even been here a full week and you can determine my social rank already?”

Surprisingly BamBam appeared to not have a ready response. As he settled into the bed, he looked up at the ceiling.

“…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Mai?”

“For the first day when I cut in front of you in the cafeteria.”

“Why are you apologizing now?”

“Because you’re right, I was being mean.”

“…”

“I won’t call you ‘Xi Ngo’ anymore.”

“What? You called me that?”

“Hey! You said it yourself that you were being mean.”

“Okay okay.”

“…”

“I’m sorry for putting that food on the back of your head.”

“Sorry for pushing you to the ground.”

“…”

“Thank you for helping me.”

“Helping you?”

“Yeah. Milli and her gang would’ve beat me up and…And thank you for asking Jinyoung if I could stay here for the night.”

“…”

Jannine then realized he was just looking at her. Staring, but not saying a word.

“Did I say something wrong?” She asked, her face getting warm. “Is there a boogie hanging from my nose?”

Instead of replying to her questions, BamBam gave her a ghost of a smile and said, “You are really an anomaly Ploychompoo.”

“Ploy chomp oo?”

BamBam shrugged, and then turned on his other side. “Everyone here has nicknames. I gave you one.”

Jannine raised a brow. But why did he give her the nickname? Either way, she didn’t want the nickname.

Yet, she knew that he would call her that despite her protest.

And if it kept him civil, she’d let him.

Meanwhile, Jinyoung peeked into the room and saw that both of his peers had managed to fall asleep. He smiled knowingly due to fact that BamBam’s eyes changed when he spoke to Jannine. It was unlike any face he’d seen on his friend. When he brought her in, holding her like he was on a manga rom com cover, his demeanor was at ease.

Jinyoung wasn’t going to share that with the other guys, but it was definitely something he was going to keep track of.

“Jin young?”

He turned around and saw that it was his sunbaenim who stood behind him. She gave him a smile. “What are you doing?”

He blushed madly, not sure if he’d flub his words. But he tried to talk anyway. “Um. Th- there were two peers who are, um, staying in the patient room. They’re both, um, recovering fro—“

“Okay.”

“Huh?”

“I trust you,” She said gently. “But you should go and get some sleep too.”

“No. I need to get–“

She moved closer to him, their faces small inches apart. “Go and get some sleep.” She touched his face, touching the bags underneath his eyes. “You work too hard for your own good.”

“It’s oka–“

“No,” She said firmly. “I’ll be sure your friends are okay. You. Sleep. Now.”

“Sunbaenim–“

So-min trailed her hand down to the back of his neck. “Now.”

He didn’t say a word or protest any longer. He nodded and she removed her hands.

“Good.”

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issamultistan · 10 months

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kinktober (reposted) | originally written in 2020

this series is entirely nsfw! please be warned, minors do not interact with ANY of my SMUT works.

summary: written in 2020, this kinktober was a small drabbles series where most of them are under 200 words! all of them contain a submissive, gender, and race neutral reader.

PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ CONTENT WARNINGS. some of these contain really sensitive content. with that being said, thank you for reading my work!

key/guide:

✧ = fluffy smut, ✦ = hard smut

☆ = angsty smut, ★ = humorous smut

☾ = my favorites, ☽ = audience favorites

♡ = any works, ♥︎ = special/full fics !!

♡ 1. jeong yunho — spanking. ✦

♡ 2. kang seulgi — dirty talk.

♡ 3. joshua hong — public sex. ✦

♡ 4. jung jaehyun ft. ‘97 line — bukakke. ✦ ☽

♡ 5. yoon jeonghan — humiliation. ☾

♡ 6. matthew kim — size kink. ✧ ☾

♡ 7. mark tuan — creampie.

♡ 8. im nayeon — latex/leather.

♡ 9. kang daniel — asphyxiation/breath play. ✧

♡ 10. choi beomgyu — edging.

♡ 11. kim seungmin — sadism/masochism. ✧

♡ 12. kim jungeun — mistress/slave. ✦

♡ 13. hwang yeji — corruption.

♡ 14. do kyungsoo — sensory deprivation. ✧

♡ 15. choi yuna — nipple play.

♡ 16. min yoongi — waxplay. ✦

♡ 17. lee ten — blood kink. ✦

♡ 18. bang chan — daddy kink. ☾

♡ 19. seo soojin — somnophilia. ✧

♡ 20. lee jeno — pet play. ✧

♡ 21. skz ‘00 line — double penetration. ★

♡ 22. johnny suh — glory hole.

♡ 23. chang seungyeon — shibari. ✧ ☾

♡ 24. son chaeyoung — voyeurism.

♡ 25. park sooyoung — boot worship. ✦

♡ 26. jeon jiwoo — shower sex. ✧

♡ 27. lalisa manoban — branding.

♡ 28. ahn heeyeon — mirror sex.

♡ 29. han jisung — omorashi. ✦

♡ 30. ha sooyoung — sex toys. ✧

♥︎ 31. hwang hyunjin — lingerie.

back to main kpop masterlist !

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thefantasyden · 2 months

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Thanks for stopping by~ ♡

If you would like to learn more about me, my content, or my request guidelines, please open this post.

I post fake texts, reactions, drabbles, and full fics (anywhere between 1500 and 6000 words). My texts are most commonly split between Hyung Line and Maknae Line, and they can vary quite a bit on how raunchy they are.

I'm very kink friendly and have been an active member of the bdsm community for 5+ years so I do not shy away from the vast majority of kinks, but they will always be written as realistically as possible. This means if you request heavier kinks or kinks that are on the deeper end of safety risks, I will do my best to write negotiation and consent checks into the story. I know we all love heavy fantasy content, but I personally will not write themes that imply any character is doing something against their own free will. I WILL, however, consider writing heavier themes if it is an idea that really sparks my interest.

I do not write anything involving character death or heavy angst, but I will write things along the lines of Yandere themes and criminal acts. Anything that does not involve the reader or main character being unwilling or having violent acts committed against them is fair game.

I do not write for ships, but I will write certain points of mxm interaction if it benefits the story (such as threesomes etc.)

I am VERY enthusiastic about fantasy creatures and will HAPPILY write your kinky werewolf fanfic if you ask nicely! I also won't shy away from A/B/O dynamics if you're so inclined... or hybrids. I love me some hybrids.

If you're unsure about whether I'd be willing to write your request, please take a look at my list below of wills and wonts. If you don't see what you want on there, shoot me a message or an ask.

Ult group: Stray Kids

Bias: ♡♡Changbin♡♡

Wrecker: Seungmin

Personality: I have been described as Spicy, Witty and Dog Coded. I love deeply and aggressively and usually communicate that through being cheeky, flirty and a little bit of a bully to the people I'm giving affection too.

Personal Account: @bunniebinnie for kpop, @bunniedreams for the uhhhh horny kinky stuff

Favourite Song now: Last Breath - Mark Tuan

Favourite Colour: Pastel Yellow (true yellow, not the orange or green tinted yellows)

Favourite Book: Ultraviolet

Hobbies: writing, photography, collecting plush toys, gaming, drawing

Age: 25 years old

For the astrology hotties: Libra sun, Aquarius moon, Pisces rising

Pet peeve: The sound of chewing gum

How long have I been writing: I have been writing fanfic for about 7 years. I had 2 old blogs, one dedicated to nct and one for stray kids, but I chose to start over after an extended hiatus (moving, work, life).

You may recognise some of the content here, and if you do, please feel free to ask. I will never copy another persons work, but I may repost some of my old work that I enjoyed with some edits.

Do you write cnc?

A: Depends on the context, but generally, I will say yes as long as there is no violence (oitside of impact play) and I can write it with negotiation and context.

Is your favourite content to write?

A: I really like doing drabbles and anything Hybrid related. I love hybrids. Have I mentioned that I love hybrids¿

Do you only write Sub Reader?

A: Nope! I'm a switch through and through so I will write whatever role the people are interested in!

Do our request have to have kink in them?

A: Not at all! I love wholesome vanilla content just as much as the messed up spicy stuff.

How do we send requests?

A: Just jump into my ask box and ramble your idea to me. You can be as detailed or vague as you want, but please include if you want it to be written without the use of pronouns!

Why do you add banners to everything?

A: I just think they're fun! I like my cute lil doodles.

Do you have any other blogs?

A: ooft, quite a few! @thefantasydenarchives for all my asks and polls, etc so I can keep this blog somewhat organised, @bunniebinnie is for my kpop fic recs and anything else kpop related, @markmein for my NCT content (needs work) and @bunniedreams for my personal stuff

Will write:

Edge play kinks, fictional creatures (hybrids, werewolves, ghosts), ot8 scenarios, threesomes and anything above a threesome, dubious consent, unhinged member x reader, violence NOT committed against reader, ftm reader, marijuana use.

Will not write:

Pregnant reader, lactation kink, barely legal, high school, young reader x much older member and vice versa, dad stray kids, parent reader, hard drug use, violence against reader, character death, heavy angst, cheating.

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writingstoraes · 1 year

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🎧 — writingstoraes main navi!

✷ about me! — hi, i'm rae! i'm 19 and i go by she/her pronouns. my current fandoms are formula 1, marvel cinematic universe, and kpop groups nct 127 and got7.

✷ about the blog! — this is my writing blog as well as personal blog for the fandoms i am in + things i'm interested in.

✷ notes — my blog is a safe space and my dms/ask box are always open if you ever want to talk! ♡

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hwangyeonjun · 1 year

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Birthday party masterlist

i’m starting a new “challenge” for myself and it’s to post a drabble on the designated member’s birthday.

since life is unpredictable, there might be times when i can’t/forget to post but they’ll still be published later.

not all of them will be birthday themed.

DISCONTINUED (because i realised that this is a crazy idea and i got way to overwhelmed by it to the point that i didn’t want to write anything at all. hehe.)

JANUARY

01.06 LIM JAEBEOM (Jay B)

01.14 KWAK JISEOK (Gaon)

01.15 LEE JUYEON

01.15 CHAE HYUNGWON

01.16 BOO SEUNGKWAN

01.17 KANG CHANHEE (Chani)

01.26 LIM CHANGKYUN (I.M)

FEBRUARY

02.05 KANG TAEHYUN

02.08 YANG JEONGIN (I.N)

02.09 JOHNNY SUH

02.11 LEE CHAN (Dino)

02.14 JEONG JAEHYUN

02.17 KIM YOUNGHEE

02.18 JUNG HOSEOK (J-Hope)

02.18 LEE SEOKMIN (DK/Dokyeom)

02.18 CHWE VERNON

02.23 KEVIN MOON

02.26 KIM SEUNGHUN

02.27 TEN LEE

02.28 YOO TAEYANG

MARCH

03.05 LEE BYOUNGGON (BX)

03.09 MIN YOONGI (Suga)

03.09 JU HAKNYEON

03.13 CHOI BEOMGYU

03.20 HWANG HYUNJIN

03.23 JEONG YUNHO

03.28 JACKSON WANG

APRIL

04.03 PARK SEONGHWA

04.05 JUNG SUBIN

04.06 KIM MINGYU

04.12 KIM SUNWOO

04.16 KANG SEUNGSIK

04.20 PARK JONGSEONG (Jay)

04.23 LEE JENO

04.26 CHOI CHANHEE (New)

MAY

05.02 BAMBAM

05.04 LIM SEJUN

05.10 BAE JINYOUNG

05.11 KIM YOUNGKYUN (Hwiyoung)

05.30 JACOB BAE

JUNE

06.10 WEN JUNHUI (Jun)

06.11 OH SEUNGMIN (O.de)

06.15 KANG YEOSANG

06.15 KWON SOONYOUNG (Hoshi)

06.18 SOHN HYUNWOO (Shownu)

06.26 KIM JUNGSU

JULY

07.01 LEE TAEYONG

07.01 CHOI TAEYANG (Theo)

07.04 BAEK JUHO (Zuho)

07.10 CHOI SAN

07.12 KIM INSEONG

07.17 JEON WONWOO

07.24 LEE SANGHYUK (Dowoon)

07.24 GOO GUNIL

AUGUST

08.07 KIM SEOKWOO (Rowoon)

08.08 KIM YOUNGHOON

08.08 CHOI SEUNGCHEOL (S.Coups)

08.09 SONG MINGI

08.09 LEE JAEYOON

08.11 SEO CHANGBIN

08.13 NA JAEMIN

08.14 HUENINGKAI

08.18 HAN HYUNGJUN (Junhan)

SEPTEMBER

09.01 JEON JUNGKOOK

09.04 MARK TUAN

09.08 YOON HYUNSUK

09.12 KIM NAMJOON (RM)

09.12 LEE JOOYEON

09.13 CHOI YEONJUN

09.13 LEE JAEHYUN (Hyunjae)

09.14 HAN JISUNG (Han)

09.15 LEE FELIX

09.17 CHOI YOUNGJAE

09.22 KIM SEUNGMIN

09.22 PARK JINYOUNG

09.25 DO HANSE

09.27 YOON KEEHO

OCTOBER

10.03 BANG CHAN

10.04 YOON JEONGHAN

10.06 LEE JOOHEON (Joohoney)

10.07 CHOI JIUNG

10.10 LIU YANGYANG

10.12 CHOI JONGHO

10.13 PARK JIMIN

10.15 LEE HEESEUNG

10.25 LEE MINHO (Lee Know)

10.26 NAKAMOTO YUTA

10.28 DONG SICHENG (Winwin)

NOVEMBER

11.03 LEE MINHYUK

11.04 LEE SANGYEON

11.05 JI CHANGMIN (Q)

11.07 KIM HONGJOONG

11.07 XU MINGHAO (The8)

11.12 CHOI BYUNGCHAN

11.15 SIM JAEYUN (Jake)

11.17 KIM YUGYEOM

11.22 YOO KIHYUN

11.22 LEE JIHOON (Woozi)

11.23 KIM YOUNGBIN

11.26 JUNG WOOYOUNG

DECEMBER

12.04 KIM SEOKJIN (Jin)

12.05 CHOI SOOBIN

12.08 PARK SUNGHOON

12.22 ERIC SOHN

12.24 HAN SEUNGWOO

12.30 JOSHUA HONG

12.30 KIM TAEHYUNG (V)

#birthday party masterlist #bts #tomorrow x together #stray kids #ateez #enhypen #got7 #monsta x #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #the boyz #seventeen #sf9 #p1harmony #xdinary heroes #cix #victon

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istantheml · 2 years

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⇥ Previously drunkonmark / inkahgase - in case you see my previous works published here

⇥ Posts marked [M] contain explicit, sexual content and are for adult audiences only. Do not read unless you're 18+

⇥ I write for GOT7 and Christian Yu

stories.

coming soon.

drabbles.

always | mark tuan

love made me crazy | park jinyoung

➔ do not copy, translate or repost to any platform without my permission

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blu-joons · 2 years

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HUSBAND GOT7 A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Mark Tuan

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Even after the two of you are married, Mark still gets shy about being affectionate around others with you, however, in private, he’s never afraid to get cosy to you and pull you close into his chest when he wants you.

B ⇴ BOYS

Above all else, the boys adored you because you were always there for Mark, especially when he was filming homesick. They knew how often he tended to close off about his emotions, but around you it always seemed as if he could be an open book, and so they were always thankful that you were there to support him.

C ⇴ COMFORT

Mark always tried his best to comfort you whenever you needed him because you always did the exact same for him. He was the perfect listener for you whenever you had a problem, and then once you’d finished telling him about it, Mark would always have great advice for you, having learnt from the things that you told him.

D ⇴ DOMESTICATED

If there was one thing Mark refused to do, it was to let you do all of the chores around your home. Mark never let you do everything, he didn’t care how late it was or how tired he was too, he would make sure that he contributed. He felt especially responsible whenever the job was created by Milo, not letting you do whatever it was, making sure that you stood back and let Mark take control of whatever it was.

E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT

Your engagement was something that the two of you decided to keep private for a short while so that you could enjoy being in your own little bubble. Once it had finally sunk in for you especially, you decided to tell everyone else, arranging a list of calls that you needed to make and the time zones that they would be in too so that you could make sure you managed to catch everyone at the best time.

F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING

Mark’s favourite thing about being with you was that he knew he always had company and someone around him. Even if the two of you were doing absolutely nothing, it was a huge comfort to him to know that whenever he needed you, you were there, especially when things were getting stressful, he relied on you a lot to calm him down and try and distract his mind when he came home at the end of a difficult day.

G ⇴ GOING OUT

You both much preferred to be homebodies for the majority of the time, however if some of your friends invited you out, you would very rarely say no. Your evenings were previous to the both of you in order to spend some time together whilst also making sure that you relaxed if you’d had busy days together.

H ⇴ HONEYMOON

Mark left much of your honeymoon to you, wanting to give you control of the big decisions, assuring you that he would be happy anywhere in the world with you. Mark had travelled much of the world already, and so he wanted to use your honeymoon as a chance to tick somewhere off of your bucket list for once.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

He never failed to tell you that he loved you, even after many years together. It would usually be the first thing that you heard in the morning and the last thing that you heard from Mark at night too so that he could make sure that you knew exactly how he felt about you throughout various points of your day.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Although he’s not someone to create a big scene if he feels jealous, Mark also won’t back down whenever he feels uncomfortable by a situation. Most of the time he will use his frame to slide in beside you and take a hold of your hand, turning the wedding ring on your finger around so that it catches the attention of whoever Mark is wary of, sending a clear message to them to make sure they know you’re taken.

K ⇴ KIDS

His nieces especially loved pushing the two of you to start a family after the two of you got married, desperate for some new additions to your family. Whilst you knew they were only messing with you; Mark would assure you constantly that there was no pressure to start a family just in case you felt a little bit from them.

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

Work is often still at the back of Mark’s mind whenever the two of you have a lazy day together, with him often struggling to find a way to switch off from it. If the two of you are watching a film or going for a walk, you can usually tell when he’s thinking through a song as his eyes will trail off into the distance, and his hand will tap against your body as he tries to think through the melody that he’s working on.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

You both tend to be quite good at getting up in the mornings, however when it comes for one of you leaving for work, that’s where you struggle. Neither of you like being the one to say goodbye in the morning, especially if you’ve spent it together enjoying a nice breakfast whilst talking about your days ahead.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

Music is often still in the back of Mark’s mind at night too, but you never seem to mind. If anything, you enjoy closing your eyes at night and resting to the sound of him humming, finding comfort in the tune that he’s creating.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Mark was obsessed with how perfectly you slotted into his family, the most important thing for him was that his family liked you, and so when he saw how happy they were to be around you, Mark just knew you were the one.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

Seeing you with his family was usually when Mark would find himself the most touched, watching you all get on so well. He always imagined himself finding someone who could chat with his sisters or play with his nieces, but he never imagined that someone would be able to get on with them all as well as you did.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

If there was one thing that never changed about Mark, it was how much he fretted about you. As soon as he could sense that something wasn’t quite right with you, he would be asking you if you were alright.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

As soon as the two of you got married, Mark set you up a new gamer ID so that everyone knew when you were playing that you were his wife. He even had plenty of customs made to your characters in the games that you played so that they could be as accurate to you in real life as possible.

S ⇴ SILENCE

You usually took silence as a sign of how content the two of you were with each other rather than thinking of it as a bad sign. Sometimes silence was what you needed, especially when Mark was busy with work, you never minded being in your own bubble for some time until he let you know that he was finished with what he was doing.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

The one tip that Mark had more than anything else was to make sure that the two of you worked things through, if you ever disagreed on something, he would make sure you discussed it and understood each other’s views.

U ⇴ UPSET

It was very rare for you to get upset, but whenever you did, Mark would refuse to let you go until he saw you smiling at him again.

V ⇴ VISITS

Although you weren’t able to actually visit them very often, whenever Mark called with one of the other members, it would never take long before they were asking to see you so they could catch up with you as well.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

As far as Mark was concerned, he already had more than he could have ever wished for in finding you and being able to marry you too.

X ⇴ XXXX

He loves to tease you with his kisses whenever the two of you are alone, when you’re not paying attention, Mark will quite often come up beside you and kiss against your neck, distracting you from what you were doing.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were everything to Mark, he always wanted to be the one to make you smile.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Every night Mark fell asleep feeling appreciative, not only did he usually have Milo tucked up between the two of you, but also because he had you laid beside him, usually holding on tightly to his hand.

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kpopimaginings · 3 years

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Flip the Switch - Mark Tuan (NSFW)

A/N: Happy Mark Tuan Day! WARNING: Smut ahead! Gets a bit rough, but all done with love <3 If you’ve seen my Mark Tuan Kinky Headcanon, this was somewhat inspired by that.

Mark got home to find you snuggled on the sofa watching old GOT7 videos.

"Hey," you called out. "I missed you today, baby."

"That's nice to hear," he smiled, sitting beside you. "Is that why you are watching GOT7 music videos?"

"It's the next best thing to having you here," you confirmed.

He hummed softly before kissing your cheek, carefully working his way to your lips with little pecks. This kiss was slow and passionate as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

You guided his head to kiss down your neck as your eyes returned to the Lullaby music video currently playing on the screen.

Suddenly, Mark pulled away.

"What?" he asked.

"What?" you echoed innocently.

"You were still watching the video, weren't you?"

"No," you retorted.

"Yes, you were"

"Ok, fine, just for a second, you know how much I love Yugeom's dance break."

You saw the change in his eyes at your comment.

"Really? So you weren't even watching me?"

You simply shrugged, knowing exactly where this was going. Mark instantly shut off the TV and pulled off of you.

"Strip," he demanded, sitting back on the sofa.

You did your best to hide the smile on your face as you stood. You hadn't planned on bringing out this side of Mark, but now that he was here, you definitely weren't going to complain about it. You were slow and teasing in the way you undressed, putting on a show for him. It was noticeable just how much Mark was enjoying the show you were putting on as he slowly reached down and released himself from his trousers as he watched.

Once you were completely naked, he beckoned you towards him.

"Kneel," he told you and you did as you were told.

He didn't need to prompt you any further as you eagerly took him in your mouth. Winding his fingers in your hair, Mark took control, moving you at a pace that suited him. You did your best to hollow your cheeks as he pulled you back and swirl your tongue to increase the sensations. It was very clear that right now, Mark's pleasure was all that mattered.

As his hips started to thrust and you heard his soft moans, you knew he was close. Having done this enough times before, you knew exactly how to push your boyfriend over the edge, moaning around him and letting the vibrations do the work.

"You're going to swallow, aren't you?" he managed to say in a deep voice, as he continued his movements.

You knew this wasn't really a question, but a demand, and as you felt his release, you were careful to swallow every last drop. He held your head in place until he started to come down, pulling you off suddenly, making you lose your balance slightly.

Still kneeling in front of him, you simply awaited your next command.

Wordlessly, he stood taking your wrist in his hand and dragging you through to the bedroom. With his grip on your arm, he led you straight to the bed, and you simply laid down, waiting to see what else he had in store for you.

"All for me," he said, his voice deep and raspy.

Hooking his arms under your legs, he pulled you to the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees and teasingly kissing his way up your thighs.

"Who makes you feel this good, Princess?" he asked, as he brought his fingers to you, feeling how wet you already were.

"You, Mark," you whimpered. "Only you."

He sucked a dark hickey on the inside of your thigh, his fingers contrastingly gentle as they danced about your sensitive skin everywhere but the place you needed him.

"Please," you whined, trying to move your hips to place his fingers where you wanted them.

"Are you going to stay still, or do I need to restrain you?" he asked as he removed all contact with you.

With a sigh, you scowled down at him, but stopped moving.

Once he was satisfied that you were still enough, his lips were on you immediately. You grabbed the bedsheets to try and steady yourself, knowing you would only suffer if you started moving. Mark let his tongue roam, as his fingers came to work against you too. Your breaths became quicker and quicker as you felt your orgasm building. You let out a small whine, and he pulled away as suddenly as he had started.

"Mark..." you complained at the orgasm he had snatched away from you.

"Oh, princess, you can't come yet, we've only just started," he said, waiting for you to calm down, before starting again.

Three times he brought you to the edge of bliss and three times he stole it away at the last moment. You were now an almost crying mess beneath him and you knew he was loving it. You also knew that the best way to get him on side was to use his name. A lot.

"Mark, please," you cried. "I need you. Mark, I need you so bad, please."

"Oh yeah?" he prompted you to continue, reaching into the bedside drawers.

"Yes, please, Mark you're the only one who can pleasure me like this, please."

Watching his hand retreat from the drawer, you spotted the condom wrapper, relieved that you might now get the release you craved. You shuffled back up the bed, holding firmly onto the headboard to keep you grounded.

As he lined himself up at your entrance, he whispered his last instruction.

"If you don't come before I do, you don't come at all."

His raspy voice sent shivers down your spine as you felt the stretch of him slowly entering you. One of your hands came down to grip his hair, while the other stayed tight against the headboard, as your boyfriend began to thrust relentlessly into you. He kept a steady pace as his hips roughly met yours and you knew you weren't going to last long. With all of his teasing and edging, you were ready burst almost as soon as he entered you.

Along with small moans, you began to chant his name as, at long last, an orgasm washed over you. Your hand in his hair tightened as you clenched around him and he quickly followed you, releasing into the condom.

Mark kept up a few lazy strokes of his hips before he stilled inside you, resting on his forearms with his forehead on the pillow beside you. The hand that had been gripping his hair now started to massage his scalp as in return he placed soft, light kisses up the side of your neck, as far as he could reach with minimal effort.

Eventually, he pulled out and rolled away to lie next to you, rather than on you.

"Are you ok?" he asked, still panting slightly.

"Definitely," you said with a happy hum.

"I was really watching those videos for you, you know?" you assured him after a slight pause. "I'd never look twice at the others when I have the best member right here."

"I know," he mutters, "But you know just how to wind me up."

"Maybe I enjoy what happens when I tease you."

"I hope so, because I know I do."

NAVIGATION | GOT7 MASTERLIST

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youn9racha · 3 years

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1:00 PM

Happy Birthday Tuanzy <33

You opted to spend the entire day out for his birthday. The two of you went to all places that Mark enjoyed and sought comfort in. You both allowed each other go ignore all responsibilities, ease out and let yourselves be kids for just a day. You’ve played at an arcade, you’ve ran around in the park’s walk through fountain, pushing each other into the swings, it was just overall a fun entire day. The hot sun was dangerously kissing onto both of your skin but neither of you cared because you only had each other.

However that sun was starting to set, so both of you went back to the car to watch the sunset. Your feet was at the dashboard as your chair was pushed back so you can have a better view. You felt eyes were on you, so you looked at Mark, and you met with his adoration eyes. You smiled at him, “what?”

He simply shook his head, “thank you for making my birthday special,” he said as he grabbed your hand with your pinky and quickly wrapped his fingers in yours. You held his hand back, squeezing it ao tightly. He leaned in to crash your lips with his, it was a sweet and slow kiss. It was a gratifying kiss, it was a kiss that screams love from both end.

He pulled back to look at you with a smile, and you put your hand on his cheek, “this isn’t over, Mark, we still have more to see.”

”Take me anywhere, and I’ll be glad to be there as long as I’m with you.”

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chowyunnafat · 2 years

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Le Grand Bleu (Part 2)

le grand bleu (part 2) 💙

alt. title: everyday is like friday

•••

Jannine didn’t think the hazing, i. e. bullying, would kick off like this.

Right when she stepped foot on Hnung Uni’s campus she’d already started getting these weird or curious looks. Even one girl gave her the stank eye like she was the gum stuck on the bottom of her shoe.

Even so, she made it to admissions on time and was able to secure a dorm. While there, she asked the office lady if by any chance there was an individual by the name of Kunpimook who attended this college. But the lady only responded with, “How should I know? Is it my job to know each student here?”

And she left it at that.

Her roommate apparently was MIA at the moment. How she knew? A couple of individuals had greeted her at the front door, handing her a basket that was for a Nicha. “You’re in dorm room D59?” One girl asked. “Khun?”

Jannine nodded with a smile. “Would you like for me to make sure Nicha receives these gifts?”

The second girl in the entourage nodded happily. “Oh! And this is for you too!”

“‘Bath Gift’?”

“Yes.”

Jannine smiled. “Khxb khun (thank you),” She said with a slight bow of her head.

Once she reached the room, she opened the door and entered. It was average size and spacious. Based on observation, she determined that the left side of the room was hers.

After she set up all her things, including the ocean night light, and her dress-form for her designs, she grabbed her bath gifts, pajamas, and towel, and walked to the bathroom down the hallway where the showers were located.

•••

The alarm clock from the phone blared loudly. And Jannine was up in no time. Even though she had been VERY tempted to throw her phone across the room and smash it to a million pieces and tighten her comforter around her.

Yet, as she finished her outfit off with a cute rainbow cardigan. She’d looked in the mirror. And she was not expecting—

“Blue hair!!” She exclaimed. “I have—she looked at the mirror as she touched her ponytail—blue hair!”

She cursed loudly before realizing she might be making too much of a ruckus for her roommate…who still wasn’t here.

Either way, Jannine could only think of important matters. Like why her hair looked like the dog from Blue’s Clues threw up on her head.

“This can’t be happening,” She mumbled, toning down on the dramatics. “This has to happen on the first day?!”

Before she could even have a chance to check if this was a dye job that only lasted maybe a day (?), she received an alert on her phone stating that classes started in 10 minutes.

Damn it.

•••

Her stomach grumbled, so she let her stomach and nose lead her all the way to the campus cafe. Despite it being only a little past 12:00 pm. There wasn’t much people yet.

She stepped in line behind two girls. As they ordered their food, she rummaged through her wallet with smiley faces on it. “Where’d I put that baht?”

Right when she was able to fish a couple bills out of her wallet, she was roughly shoved out of line when a few guys stepped in front of her, their backs facing her.

“Hey!” Jannine shouted. “I was in line first!”

One of the guys in the entourage turned around, and smirked. “No. I’m pretty sure we were.”

Jannine balled her hands up into fists. “No. I was.”

The guy continued to smirk. Hardly fazed by her determined response. If all, he may have found it more funny than anything.

“What’s it look like cutie?” He asked. “I’m standing in front of you. Not behind.”

The girls who were in front of her before, had gotten their food, walking past her. She called out to them. “Hey, luh. Was I behind you two before this jerk-off and his cavemen stepped in front of me?”

The girls’ eyes widened almost comically.

Suddenly, all eyes were on her and the cafeteria was quiet. Hear-a-pin-drop quiet.

“Chaw tang chati?!” He exclaimed. “You’ve got nerve.”

“Wa ngina?”

“Blue hair, don’t care?!” He mocked. “Go away. We didn’t cut in front of you.”

She frowned. “But I was in line first. You can’t just cut in front of me and expect me not to say anything.”

“It doesn’t matter,” He said smugly. “You’re still behind. And well, I just don’t care enough to continue this convo. So…?”

He turned around, ignoring her further protests. She would’ve started crying, but her annoyance and embarrassment prevented the tears. She grabbed a handful of noodles sopping with orange sauce from a passer-bys lunch tray and she stuck it to the jerk’s head.

If you’d asked Jannine if she regretted her decision at that moment, she would’ve told you, “Absolutely not! No regrets!” But if you’d asked her if she was expecting what came next, she would’ve been more honest and replied, “No. No, I did not.”

He ended up touching his head, turning around, and once he saw what was on his hand, he looked at her with annoyance.

He pushed her to the ground, which caused a chain reaction almost. As she fell on the ground, her foot was stuck out (i.e. in the way), and as a result a passer-by tripped resulting in them getting the tray of food on another passer-by.

No. A food fight did not break out.

But somehow, like falling dominoes a chain of events followed: someone ended up getting their leg broke, or a neck sprain, or gum in their hair, and the Headmaster was going to need her suit dry cleaned.

•••

“He and his friends cut me in line,” Jannine said calmly. “No matter how nicely I spoke he wouldn’t play fair.”

The headmaster gave her a tight smile.

But then the person whom Jannine blamed for the lunchroom mishap spoke, “Headmaster don’t listen to her! I was the victim. Do you see this?!”

He turned his head to show her the orange sauce residue on his hair. “All the proof you need to kick her out of here!”

Jannine guffawed in a fake manner. “You NG. You waste of a human being.”

“Whatever. I’m just glad the food didn’t stain my hair like the blue monstrosity on you—“

“QUIET!”

Both students stopped fighting and turned to the headmaster.

“Others and myself hold Hnung Uni in high regard. All students are top-level. Destined to succeed in the kingdom.” She cut her eyes at Jannine. “But I cannot and will not let two badger fools in this establishment ruin that.”

She then cut her eyes at the “Xi Ngoi” (“dumbass”, nickname courtesy of Jannine). “I expected more from you. If your father wasn’t an alumnus, I would’ve never had you step foot here.”

Jannine was too annoyed to note the look of incompetence and failure that crossed her new enemy’s face. After all, her experience was that of a loser so far.

“You two will clean the mess hall for the rest of the school year, and you will be participating together in the end of the school year talent festival.”

“What?!” They both shouted in unison.

The headmaster smiled, her teeth a blinding light of white. “What better way to show the infinite solidarity amongst Hnung Uni’s students? You both have mess hall cleaning duty all school year long, and what better way to tie it in a neat little bow, by showing off your talents and partnering up at Chi Time Festival.”

I hate this Xi Ngo.

As she gave him the stank eye, and him in return. The headmaster stood up. “You both are dismissed. Meanwhile…” She grabbed her white blazer. “I will go and have this dry cleaned. It was my favorite one too.”

•••

It was dinner time, and Jannine chewed her food. She glared at “Xi Ngo”. He sat and laughed with his friends happily, and threw a piece of croquet at one of his friends.

“His name is BamBam,” Lisa whispered. “But everyone knows that’s not his real name.”

On a good note, Jannine had made friends with the individual’s whose food she used to leave Xi Ngo’s hair a mess.

The pretty individual had greeted her nicely outside of the Headmaster’s office. “Sa wa dee ka, cha chu Lalisa. But please do call me Lisa.”

Jannine raised a brow, glancing over at the very person who’d practically embarrassed her on her first day of uni.

“He’s not very nice,” Jannine said. “He doesn’t even say thank you when someone holds the door for him. Jerk.”

Lisa frowned. “I think you’re being a little pre-judgmental. Especially for being the new person.”

Jannine rolled her eyes. “How do you think he was towards me? He didn’t even think I was Thai.”

Her classmate was at a loss for words it seemed. But she firmly shook her head in disagreement. “He only treated you like that for some reason. He’s reasonably nice I’d say.”

“So, you’re justifying his behavior?”

“No. He was definitely being a jerk. But for some reason you made him mad.”

Jannine would have responded if it hadn’t been for the fried rice that was suddenly covering her chest. She looked up and came face to face with a girl who definitely had serious eyeliner game.

As she wiped the rice off her chest, she looked up at the perpetrator.

“You whore,” She said to Jannine, point blank. “You think you’re real slick.”

“Wa ngina (excuse me)?”

“Chan tid xang hrux pela (did I stutter)?”

Jannine stood up, indicating she wasn’t backing down. “I know you weren’t talking to me.”

“Then you must have really bad hearing.”

“No. I can hear quite well. You just aren’t intelligent.”

As the staring contest intensified, Lisa started speaking in Jannine’s ear. “She’s Milli. Her real name is Danupha Khanatheerakul. And you should probably back down now. I heard she caused a girl to need plastic surgery and transfer schools.”

Jannine scoffed, still looking Milli in the eye without fear (even though her hands were shaking, and she got this really sick feeling in her stomach). "Well, that isn't gonna be me."

Passers-by and fellow students looked on. Waiting for either party to strike. As Milli stepped forward, Jannine prepared to make an evasive maneuver…

The bell rang.

•••

Jannine slapped the cleaning rag over her shoulder, as she scrubbed the floor on her knees using a sponge from the bucket. “I hate this.”

BamBam wiped the table begrudgingly. But he was half-assing it more than she was. He just wiped in a zig zag line at each table and called it a day.

He hadn’t said one word to her. But she was okay with that. She wanted to be done with cleaning as quick as possible.

Before you know it, she was bagging up the trash in the trash cans, and he was closing the blinds. And they were done.

•••

Jannine examined the letter, running her fingers across the Thai script.

Who was Sifa? And why couldn’t she locate the sender? All she knew was that his name was Kunpimook and Sifa had broke his heart.

Glumly, Jannine took out her textbooks and notebooks. Fully prepared to do her work, but not mentally. Not when there was a heartbroken individual out there who may have possibly made himself disappear.

Just as she was half-heartedly starting to answer questions part of the homework, there was a knock at the door.

Jannine didn’t get up from her bed at first. Then the knock came again. Since she was new here, and Lisa pretty much said she was the pariah. She shouted, “Nicha’s not here!”

The person continued to knock. “If you’re here for Nicha,” Jannine tried again. “She’s not here!”

Soon after, a voice followed with, “I know! I- I was just wanting to let you know that a party is happening in the guy’s dorm, in case you were interested!”

Jannine raised a brow. A party? Where she could possibly find Kunpimook. In case he really did show up for the semester, and the homeowner Tom’s help wasn’t in vain.

As though a lightbulb had gone off in her head, Jannine jumped off her bed, running over to the door and swinging it open. “Party?”

The messenger, who looked to be just a few years older than her (if not the same age), nodded her head; which was full of purple hair with faint yellow streaks.

The messenger nodded even though one could tell that she was freaked out by Jannine’s sudden interest in the party. “Yeah.”

“Great!!” Jannine exclaimed, clapping while jumping up and down. “Thank you so much…?”

The girl smiled. “My name is Sutatta Udomsilp. But you can just call me PunPun.”

“Jannine,” The blue haired girl replied warmly. “So, PunPun, the party is happening, like right now?”

Her new friend nodded in the affirmative. “Ka. It is.”

Jannine clapped her hands again. “Gimme just a sec!”

As she ran around the room like a chicken with its head cut off, she failed to hear PunPun’s words: “That didn’t mean I was gonna wait for you.”

As she put on a pair of Fila sneakers and half-heartedly combed through her hair that was still dyed blue, Jannine said to PunPun, “Are these dorm fraternizations allowed?” She then quickly put on a thick amount of eyeliner and TRIED contouring. It was a fail. But she soldiered on with a moderate application of blue lipgloss on her lips.

PunPun laughed. “No. But Headmaster is out for a holiday event that’s happening back in Isan, and the administration tends to get lazy with discipline. Except for that one foreign admin who likes to carry a big stick around when policing the campus.”

Jannine finished rubbing in the pencil marks on her face, and turned around to face PunPun. “How do I look?”

PunPun raised a brow. “You actually look decent.”

Jannine frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know…” PunPun murmured. “But uh, the party is in full swing already, I think. We should go.”

“Oh.” Jannine grabbed her Fanny pack and walked over to the door. “Plxy man pi! (Let’s go).”

•••

PunPun had been right. The party was in full swing already.

The latest Kpop tunes blared from the speakers, as someone made a show of their dance moves. Yellow and purple party decorations adorned the main space; from strobe lights to refreshments.

“The guy dorm looks nicer than the girl dorm.”

Her newfound friend nodded in agreement. “Yeah. But we have better plumbing.”

Jannine laughed.

“PunPun?”

Jannine and PunPun looked to the person who had spoken.

“PunPun—Is that you?”

Jannine looked at her. “Do you know him?”

PunPun shrugged. “He’s kinda weird.”

The guy reached them, and gave a small bow with his head. “Sawadee Krup.”

The guy smiled brightly at PunPun before introducing himself to Jannine. “I’m Krist.”

“Hello,” She responded kindly. “I’m Jannine.”

“Jannine?” He said. “You’re PunPun’s new friend?”

Jannine threw her arm around PunPun’s shoulder. “Yes! She’s helped me a lot actually. I’m new here.”

Krist smiled again. “I’m glad.”

PunPun started to speak. “Ka. Uh, Kri—“

“Hello, Party People!” Greeted the MC. “I hope you’re enjoying the party!”

Everyone hooted and hollered.

“Good. ‘Cause it isn’t over yet!”

The crowd then settled and Jannine could only anticipate what was coming next. The DJ began to play a new beat, and out stepped—

“Xi Ngo?!”

PunPun turned and looked at her, surprised. “Huh?! You mean BamBam?!”

He was dancing to the beat with ease. As he did dance move after next, the crowd cheered in complete awe. But Jannine prettily booed. “Get off the stage!”

PunPun shushed her. “Khun. You’ll get drop kicked by Baemis.”

“Baemis?”

PunPun nodded quickly. “Yeah. Apparently, he has a fan club. They call themselves ‘Baemis.’”

Jannine could only make a face of disbelief. “Really?”

PunPun snickered. “Kun, you look like you want to take a shit.”

Jannine swatted at her new friend’s arm. “Take that back!”

So caught up in arguing with PunPun, she failed to notice an individual who was carrying a purple drink in a yellow cup. In result, as Jannine backed up, to avoid a thump from her new friend, she crashed into the individual.

“Khun!” The voice shouted. “This is a new shirt!”

The music stopped. The crowd stopped. Even the lights sort of flickered.

Jannine looked at PunPun, who could only shrug. Slowly, Jannine turned around to face the individual who not only looked uber pissed, but was actually quite handsome. But he didn’t look too happy.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?” He asked wiping at his yellow shirt. “No wonder people think you’re weird and annoying.”

Jannine had been about to explain herself, but when the handsome guy said those words, she could no longer do so. Not when all eyes were on her; the eyes that said they agreed with him.

“Mai?”

He “Tched” at her like he was an annoyed male lead in a popular Lakorn. “You’ve just got here. And I’m pretty sure no one wants anything to do with you.”

Jannine couldn’t speak.

Before she could insult him, or even worse break down in tears. A voice called out from the stage. “Chittaphon!”

The handsome guy, now Chittaphon, looked to where he heard his name. His facial expression went from smug to angry. “Khun?”

BamBam shrugged, with a blatant smirk. “Everyone’s been saying you’ve wanted to beat me in a dance battle. It’s long overdue, don’t you think?”

Chittaphon smirked, but it had a lot more malice in it. “It’s Ten, Khun.” He started walking towards the stage, forgetting about Jannine who was too mesmerized by the tension between the two peers.

Jannine looked at PunPun, who was just as dumbfounded.

Nonetheless, she looked on as the rest of crowd did.

BamBam smiled in a smug way that was more endearing on his face than others. Despite his ways, Jannine couldn’t help but note how when compared to he and Ten, he looked to be a lot more genuine.

Even though her first meeting with him was a disaster, he told her and showed her exactly who he was.

“You want to go first?” BamBam asked Ten. “Or do you still need some time?”

Ten shook his head. “Nah. I’m ready.”

“Really?”

“Ka.”

“Are you sure!”

“You fucking dipshit. I’m ready.”

BamBam continued to smile. “Okay.”

Ten requested the DJ to play a song in the Top 20. Jannine hadn’t really heard of it, but the crowd of party goers around her roared in excitement.

“I’ll show you what a real dancer looks like.”

Ten then proceeded to execute elaborate dance moves. The crowd “oohed”, “awed”, and clapped. Jannine continued to look on, coming to the overall conclusion that Ten could dance his socks off.

“I bet you can’t beat that,” Ten jabbed. “I’ve actually gotten proper training in dance.”

BamBam smirked and looked away. He then looked at Ten again, and replied, “If that’s what you really think, I’ll let you have that krup.” He then slapped him on the shoulder, giving it a few pats. “Okay DJ put on Jetrin!”

Once the DJ had a song going, BamBam proceeded to dance.

Jannine’s eyes widened. She could only look on in awe as the “Campus Prince” did the damn thing.

“I was really trying to boo him off the stage,” Jannine muttered. “He isn’t that bad.”

With fluidity and confidence, BamBam executed dance move after dance move. Not once did he pause or stop to regain his footing because there was nothing to regain.

Right then and there Jannine thought back to the boy who wrote those letters to Sifa. He’d won the dance finals and was going to attend here. But she hadn’t found him. Maybe she’d ask Krist, or the headmaster herself.

“Kunpimook,” She said to herself. “I bet you’d dance circles around Ten and BamBam.”

The roar of the crowd snapped her out of her thoughts. Jannine saw that BamBam had ended his dance with a pretty cool handstand.

PunPun whistled, laughing and saying, “He managed to beat Ten!”

“You don’t like Ten?” Jannine asked.

PunPun nodded quickly. “He said I looked like a man.”

“Asshole.”

After BamBam was declared the winner, the party commenced once more.

Jannine put on a yellow and purple striped party hat. “Can I get a—“ Jannine paused her words, leaning forward on the bar. “Wait, alcohol is being served here?”

The “bartender” put a finger to his lip and smiled mischievously. “Shh.”

Jannine shrugged. “Can I get a Pilsner?”

The server gave her an incredulous look. “That’s a German drink.”

Blushing, she said, “Actually, I’ll just take a Singha.”

“Hey,” She then said to the server. “Do you happen to know of a Kunpimook here?”

The server raised a brow. “There’s quite a few Kunpimooks,” He said. “What’s the last name?”

“Crap,” Jannine said tapping the bar with her finger. “I forgot. It’s coming to me.”

It was in his first letter to Sifa.

“Minhyuk, can you get me a Cubalibre?”

“Ne, Bam. Sure thing.”

Jannine didn’t even have to see who it was. She needed to move the furthest way from him as possible. Just because she thought he was a great dancer didn’t mean she forgot what he did in the cafeteria. Taking her can of beer, she got up from the bar stool and went to go look for her friend.

The last she heard from PunPun was something about needing to clear things up about a date with Krist.

“Hey!”

Jannine stopped walking and turned around. It was Ten.

He walked up to her with a facial expression of indifference. His shirt was still stained, but he didn’t necessarily have much dignity left after losing the dance battle.

She gave him a curious look with underlying suspicion. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

He then walked off without a word.

•••

“PunPun,” Jannine muttered. “Why’d you leave me alone?”

She was on her second and a half can of beer. For the most part she was holding up quite well, but she wanted to rest her head temporarily.

“Hey Blue Hair.”

Jannine opened her eyes and saw the guy who she threw noodles at the back of his undercut. Unlike the last few times, he wasn’t giving her a look of utter annoyance or irritation. He was just a normal guy with no care in the world.

Yet, she rolled her eyes at him, and grabbed her drink off the table clumsily.

He looked at the drink he held in his hand and took a small sip. He then took a seat next to her. He wasn’t too close to her, nor were their bodies touching. Really, they were just sitting in two separate chairs respectively.

Jannine rested her eyes again.

“You shouldn’t do that at a mixer.”

She opened her eyes again.

BamBam wasn’t looking at her.

“Do what?” She asked. “I’m just resting my eyes.”

“…”

She eventually finished her second can of beer, and reached for the 3rd can that she’d gotten when getting the 2nd.

“You seem like a lightweight,” BamBam commented as he took a sip of his Cubalibre. “That should be your last drink.”

Jannine sipped on the drink, already a giggling mess. She rested her elbow on the arm of the couch it leaned against. “You can dance,” She slurred. “Where’d you learn to dance like that?”

BamBam rested the drink glass in his hand. He took a swig of it before happily replying, “Much of it was self-taught. But my siblings and I fed off from each other. Yet, I really attribute my brothers.”

Jannine nodded, her cheeks flushed. “You know, you’re actually cool.”

“Your blue hair is cool.”

She laughed. “Really? You got to thank all the girls from the dorm.”

“You’re friends with them already?”

Jannine gave him a deadpan look. “Puh-leez, they put blue dye in the shampoo bottle I was using.”

BamBam laughed. “I never got your name.”

“Oh, yeah,” She said taking a sip of her Singha. “It’s Jannine.”

“Oh?”

She nudged him playfully. “Were you expecting something different?” She asked.

“No,” He said with a laugh. “…I can’t figure you out.”

“Figure me out?” She said. “What’s there to figure out?”

“Are you from Thailand?” He asked. “You don’t seem like someone whose lived in the kingdom your whole life.”

Jannine sat up and sobered. “Getting a little too personal there, you think?”

He shrugged. “You can take it whichever way you want. You’re the last minute transfer.”

She took a sip from her can of beer. “I wasn’t born here.” She took another sip. “But I’m still just as Thai as you are.”

He snorted. “I never said you weren’t.”

“I’m going to go get me another beer,” She declared.

“You aren’t even finished with the one in your hand.”

“Leave me alone.”

Jannine then walked back to the bar.

After Minhyuk was done handing out drinks to other peers, he came back to her with a grin on his face. “What can I get you?”

She smiled back with a laugh. “Another one of these,” She said pointing at the beer in her hand. “And a ticket home.”

She looked back at where she sat to still see if BamBam was there.

He was.

He was finishing of his Cubalibre, chatting with a guy and a girl.

•••

Jannine sat up in bed, reaching for her phone on the night stand. But she didn’t feel the nightstand, and the pillow didn’t feel like her pillow. Now that she was coming back to her senses, the smell of the pillow was a bit heavy on cologne.

Therefore, she sat up rod straight and looked at her “pillow”. It was Campus King BamBam. Or as she commonly referred to him as, Xi Ngo (Dumbass).

He was still in his clothes from last night, as well as her.

Yet, instead of mulling over that for too long a sharp pain in her head hit all at once. “Urgh,” She groaned. “I think I’m sick.”

Nausea hit her, and she ran to the trash can and barfed. “I hate my life” she groaned as she threw up again.

She felt disgusting as she hugged the trashcan. She settled into the corner of the room. Temporarily unaware of her surroundings. Then she heard a groan coming from where she laid awhile ago.

“Xi Ngo!” She said loudly. “This is all your fault!”

BamBam rubbed his temples, but he didn’t look like he was going to puke anytime soon. Instead, he rolled his eyes, stood up, walked over to his dresser, and took a medicine bottle off of it.

He walked over to Jannine, and put his fingers to his nostrils, so he wouldn’t smell her throw up. “Here.” She took the B6 vitamin from him. “I’ll go get you some water.”

He walked to the door that lead to the hallway. He opened the door, walked out, and closed it.

“Why isn’t he sick?“ She said to herself. “He probably got me drunk on purpose. This is so humiliating.”

She closed her eyes, and for awhile she even dozed off. Until someone was shaking her awake.

“Huh?”

BamBam handed her a bottle of water. “Drink up and take the vitamin.”

He then took the trashcan away from her, and walked out the room again.

She put the B6 on her tongue, unscrewed the top of the water bottle, took a sip, and the vitamin went down. It hurt to even swallow because of the headache.

She eventually stood up and walked over to the bed to retrieve her phone.

It was right after 6 am, and classes started in one hour.

Dammit.

The feeling of nausea hit her again, and before she could puke once more, BamBam was back at her side with the trashcan.

•••

Part 3

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