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dearmura · 9 months

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daydreamin'

☆ cw. reader uses she/her pronouns + is referred to as girlfriend, a teensy weensy bit of cursing, the reader is hit on by some creep at one point, not proofread

☆ pairings. non-idol! riki × fem! reader

☆ genre. fluff, strangers to lovers

☆ synopsis. summer would've proven to be monotonous, the greatest thrill being the audacity of the ice parlor's customers. that is until a new face walks in, leaving you daydreamin'

☆ a.n. enhypen exists in this au but let's pretend that riki isn't an idol for story purposes

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"one scoop of mint chocolate ice cream, one of cookies and cream, one of rasberry, and one of chocolate in a sugar cone with rainbow sprinkles, chocolate drizzles and Oreos on top. and get it right, it's for my kid" they end with a forced smile, not even bothering to say please or thank you, not that you weren't used to it. sadly, you wish you could say that was the weirdest order you've gotten but, one thing this job has taught you is that kids, and parents alike, are weirdos. nevertheless you make the salty parent's order with a feigned smile and don't bother when they snatch it from your hands, throwing you the cash and not even bothering with the change

one would think that working in an ice cream shop in the hot summer heat would be ideal

if they didn't have the job, that is

but you were in no place to complain. while scooping questionable orders for ipad kids and karen parents all summer wasn't your passion project per se, it did help bring money in, money you desperately needed to afford tickets to enhypen's tour. with your unfortunate luck last year, you couldn't afford to not see them again this year. therefore, you were left to deal with a customer service job you hated where you feigned smile all day, motivated by the motto 'enhypen's worth it'

you wish you could say you at least made a friend in the process, though, your co-workers consisted of retired old folk who were too much of overachievers to at stay home and bask in their retirement money and kids around your age who you can only assume were too popular to be in your league

mentally cursing as the rude woman walked away, you compose yourself before serving the next customer who only makes you double take. a boy around your age with a height no one other than a k-idol could bear. he spoke in a low voice you'd be lying if you said wasn't attractive

"wow, that woman seemed really rude umm...y/n" he eyed your name tag before meeting your gaze, making you furrow your brows and shake your head on instinct

"no no no it's alright, I'm used to it" you reassure him. though, your answer doesn't seem very convincing to him. he frowns

"no, no it's not, no one should be used to that, I'm sorry" he apologizes, albeit, you don't know what for but, nevertheless, you nod

"thank you, babe. I'm sorry, what can I get for you?" you mentally curse at yourself for the term of endearment that slips past your lips. though, he doesn't seem to mind

"it's alright. actually, that woman speaking to you like that rubbed me the wrong way. what would you recommend, y/n?" he asked, looking at you with expectant eyes, which only make you blush

"um, I usually like to order a chocolate and vanilla swirl with rainbow sprinkles" you giggle a little

"it's the best of both worlds I guess, no need to choose a flavor when you have both" you reason, looking up at the boy whose eyes crinkle in joy. a warm laugh comes from the boy that only warms your heart

"valid. I'll take that then, please" he ends with a smile, which you return

"coming right up!" you say too giddily, as you turn around to make his ice cream you mentally curse at yourself for being so excited for no reason. though, you don't stop yourself from swirling the ice cream a little slower than usual to ensure his cone was perfect and a little higher than you're supposed to serve them

smuthering his cone in sprinkles, you hope he actually enjoys it considering you gave him extra of everything, not that he needed to know

"here ya go. that'll be $2.50, sir" you say, carefully handing him the cone, your fingers grazing his. your ignore the quickening of your pulse at the contact

"thank you so much" he hesitates a little before he continues

"and you can call me riki by the way, sir makes me sound way too old" he jokes, handing you a $5 bill as he laughes. nodding, you take the bill, your fingers failing to touch much to your dismay. upon handing him back his two bills and quarters, he doesn't even look before immediately placing them in the tip jar. thanking you again, he turns to leave, beginning to lick a stripe off his ice cream. though, you couldn't quite catch his reaction

as the door closed behind him, you catch your smile lingering a little too long for your liking. clearing your throat, you attempt to compose yourself, eying the clock until the very last minute. wiping down the tables and cleaning the ice cream machine kept you busy until closing. you wish you could say the thought of the sweet boy didn't entertain you through those last few hours but you'd be lying. in the back of your mind, you secretly hoped he would return soon

to let you know if he liked your recommendation of course...

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the next sale will begin in:

34 days 9 hours 0 minutes and 5 seconds

as if checking every hour would suddenly make them appear, you couldn't help but stalk the ticketmaster page, desperately waiting for seating charts, vip packages, or just prices in general to drop. with your entire happiness this summer being determined by whether or not you were going to enhypen's concert, you couldn't help but be utterly paranoid

with a heavy sigh, you peel your eyes away from your phone, dragging your feet slightly as you add the ingredients into the ice cream machine. as if the stress of ticketing and insensitive customers had not been enough, you'd been assigned the opening shift, a time you thought was ungodly to buy ice cream, but, you couldn't complain. overtime did mean more money in your pocket, so you opted to keep your complaints to yourself

as the day continued, you couldn't deny that the boy was on your mind again. even amongst tamer regulars, he was the one person you genuinely wanted to see

"um excuse me. I don't know why it's so hard for you to get it through your thick skull, but I ordered my ice cream in a waffle cone, not sugar cone" a woman spat out, shoving the cone in your hands before you could begin to unpack that statement

"I'm sorry ma'am but you ordered your ice cream on a sugar cone so I made it that way" you tried to reason, knowing damn well that she specified sugar, not waffle

"well the customer is always right! so quit the sass and do your j-"

"ma'am, I know this is none of my business but this young woman said she made your order to the 't,' so would you please have some human decency, admit your sorry, and leave her alone, please" the voice you'd been waiting yearning for all day rang out, interrupting the bitter words that came from the woman's mouth. looking up, your eyes meet his, which only give you a look of reassurance. completely stunned by his actions, the woman finds herself at a loss of words, grumbling as she stormed out of the parlor like a child throwing a tantrum

giggling as the door jingled behind her, he stepped forward, now directly parallel to you across the counter

"you never seem to catch a break, now do you?" he almost laughs, still amused at the woman's childlike nature. trying to keep your composure, you only shrug with a smile

"thank you, again. for caring I mean. you didn't have to do that" you insist, unable to meet his eyes, a little nervous being around someone you deemed way too out of your league. he only frowns

"y/n, this is only my second time meeting you but I swear if someone tries to disrespect you again, I will defend you towards the ends of the earth. who else is gonna recommend me ice cream flavors?" he ends with a teasing smile, which you only scoff at, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach at the implications of the beginning of his statement

his smile grows, a contagious expression which only reflects back to you

"speaking of ice cream recommendations, that was quite possibly the best ice cream I've ever had. when I got home, I couldn't stop thinking about coming back here. please share some more of your ice cream secrets, oh wise one" he teases, making you giggle. you ignore how your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him thinking about you like you had him

it wasn't like that

right?

you tap your chin comically as you think. the whole time, he bears an expectant look on his face, giving you his full, undivided attention, making you a little nervous if you do say so yourself

"you fancy me as a cookie dough kind of guy" you joke, playing along, making him smirk

"is that so?" he gives you an amused look. you don't miss the way his eyes rake you before returning to yours

"I'll take your word. I'll have that then, please" he smiles, sitting down on a stool in front of the counter, still parallel to you, watching as you make the treat

"so, if you don't mind me asking, what brought you here? there must be a reason why you wanna stay here even after all these fussy customers" he asks curiously, eyes never leaving you. as you scoop a few spoons of the cookie dough, you smile to yourself

"just trying to save up for a concert that's all" you tell the truth, opting to not elaborate, guessing he wouldn't care to ask anyways. your answer seems to pique his interest as he rests his chin in his hand, eyeing you with a curious look

"ooo what artist?" he questions, much to your surprise. you decide to tease the boy a bit, feeling oddly comfortable with him already though you just met him the previous day

"you sure do ask a lot of questions don't you? definitely cookie dough" you don't miss how he smiles to himself at your comment. he lifts his arms in defense with a warm smile

"got me there. now who are you seeing?" he continues. at this point you hand him his ice cream, making sure to add rainbow sprinkles on top. though he didn't ask for them, you did so nonetheless considering how he seemed to enjoy them the previous day. your guess seemed to be correct as his eyes lit up immediately

"oh thank you" *gasp* "how'd you know I love sprinkles" he takes a spoonful of the treat, humming in delight as his eyes shut, his head thrown back dramatically

"you're a genius, y/n, I swear" he says through mouthfuls of ice cream, making you laugh

"thank you, and, to answer your question, I'm seeing enhypen. have you h-" he immediately lets out a gasp, almost choking on his spoonful. bracing his chest, he swallows his bite before looking at you with wide eyes

"you like enhypen?" he speaks in a hoarse voice which you only guess is from the coldness he quickly swallowed. you nod questionably, still confused as to why he had such a visceral reaction. he throws his head back in disbelief before craning his neck back to face you, leaning forward over the counter, resting his chin in his hand once more

"I literally religiously listen to their music it's not even funny" he jokes, taking another spoonful of ice cream

"what can I say? only hot people love enha" you state, not even processing your words until they come out of your mouth. eyes widening, you immediately regret it after seeing him look up from his ice cream with a teasing smile

"so are you implying I'm hot?" he teases, cocking his head to the side as he raises his eyebrows, making you freeze, scrambling to come up with some witty response to save yourself

"well I was implying I was hot actually but I guess you're included in there too" you state, masking your nervousness with feigned confidence. he bursts into a fit of laughter, throwing his head back and clapping his hands, a habit you found way too cute for your liking. calming down, he wipes away the tears that formed in his eyes, giving you an approving nod

"touche, touche"

high from your sudden boost of confidence, you continue playing along, matching his energy

"so then you're implying I'm hot. touche, am I right?" you say with a look way too innocent for your intentions. giving him your best does eyes in an attempt to amuse the boy. you could see his act falter a bit as he scoffs taken aback by your words, low-key finding it really attractive

"if the shoe fits" he states simply, as if his words weren't going to replay in your mind the rest of the day and keep you up at night pondering their intentions. taking one last spoonful of his ice cream, he walks toward the counter to pay, immediately putting his change in the tip jar just as he did the previous day. before leaving, he didn't forget to bid you a goodbye, promising to come by the next day to see you

a jake stan you presume

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the next sale will begin in:

12 days 6 hours 0 minutes and 2 seconds

though the shop had it's flaws, one thing about it you adored was the days off. with every employee being part time, the manager decided to just give everyone a day off every week to meet the hour requirements for part timers. having a day to yourself to escape the antarctic temperatures and even colder people was essential

normally, you would have stayed home and basked in your ability to sleep in. though, you ultimately decided against it when finding out the local pool was open. now you weren't a fan of public pools, infested with children who fail to control their bladders. but, with your oddly good luck, you arrive at a time earlier than most head for a swim, ensuring the pool all to yourself

slipping your towel off your skin, you gently make your way into the water, hissing at the cold temperature. sighing in relief as your muscles seemed to relax, you bask in the sunlight. bracing yourself with your arms off the edge of the pool, you sway your feet up and down, almost like a mermaid. you laugh to yourself. suddenly getting an idea, you slide yourself into the water fully, gripping onto the edge of the pool with just your hands. dipping your hair in the water, you wip back singing "part of your world~" as water splashes all around you dramatically

as you look up, your smile slowly drops as a heavy blush takes over your face

"hey, princess" that same voice you found yourself replaying in your mind rang out just above you. he gives you a smile but you only widen your eyes at the name, making him suddenly go into a frenzy

"no no no, I didn't mean it in like a player, f-boy way. like princess as in princess ariel. and you were just ariel so I-" you only giggle at his panicked stage, finding him increasingly adorable by the minute

"are you gonna keep rambling or are you gonna join me?" you tease, suddenly getting confidence boost. you immediately pat yourself on the back when you see a blush take over his face. you pretend not to notice. he shyly slips his way into the pool beside you, albeit a few feet adjacent to you, only amusing you more

"don't worry, riki. I don't bite on fridays" you slip your sunglasses down your nose, giving him a teasing look which he only returns with a shy smile. for a few minutes, you two sat in silence like that. it was then when it finally occurred to you that your conversations never went beyond the shop. desperately trying to think up a conversation, he thankfully starts

"I really like ariel" he finally speaks up, meeting your gaze with an unsure look. you smile warmly at his comment. he continues

"my older sister, konon, had this bright red hair when we were little. I always told her she looked like ariel" he laughs at the memory, almost making you feel like you were there too

"I guess she kind of became my favorite Disney princess 'cause she reminded me of her. you know how younger siblings kinda idolize their big sisters at that age. and my little sister, sola." he smiles to himself "gosh she's a character"

"you and your sisters must be close" you say, orienting yourself to face him, giving him your full, undivided attention. he pretends not to be flustered by the sudden attention, nodding with a smile

"what brings you here by the way? I WAS planning on having the pool all to myself so you at least owe me an explanation" you joke. he hesitates a little before responding, refusing to meet your gaze

"well, I was gonna get ice cream butsawyouweren'tthere so I decided to come here to cool off" he mutters his words in the middle but you understand nevertheless. with a smile, you lightly push his side a little. you don't miss the way he tenses at the contact

"it's not like scooping ice cream is a skill. you could've gone in even if I wasn't there" you tease, seeing him smile to himself a little at your words

"I dunno, it's not the same without you there" he finally meets your gaze as he speaks. you panic a little at his confession

"ya! you ruined ice cream for me. now I can't have it without you" he complains dramatically, making you giggle. you don't notice his smile forming at your happy state

"well I'm sorry I let you down today. how about we have some now, my treat" you offer, seeing the glimmer in his eyes at your invitation. you can practically see the cogs turning in his head as he contemplates the right response. deciding to tease him further, you gradually climb the steps to get out of the water

"I'm not getting any younger~" he is immediately snapped out of his thoughts at your words. without thinking, he gently grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks

"it's a date" he gives you an unsure look, biting his lip a little in anticipation. you try to keep your composure but the look on his face was too priceless. giggling like a teenage girl, you shake his hand away playfully

"don't get ahead of yourself now" you tease, flashing him a smile as you run off playfully. searching for you things, you rummage through your bag in search of your towel. mentally cursing at yourself, you realize you had forgotten it at home. pouting at the implications of you walking around town all wet, you sigh

emerging from the water himself, riki quickly takes notice of your frustrated state. searching for his towel, he wordlessly approaches your wet figure

"may I?" holding the towel just before it made contact with your back, he gives you a warm smile. giving him a shy nod, you quietly thank him, not missing the way he tries not to touch you out of respect as he helps drape it around you

"let's go, yeah?" waiting for you, you stop dead in your tracks at his actions. inhaling, you didn't miss the boy's scent hitting your nose, soothing you. in a weird way, you felt a gravitation towards the boy you couldn't quite explain. felt so safe with him though you'd only met him not long ago. shaking your thoughts, you hold the towel around yourself, nodding a shy thank you before following him

upon reaching the ice cream parlor, he insisted you choose for him, requesting you "surprise" him. with a playful roll of your eyes, you order for the both of you, reaching for your wallet to pay only for him to hand his own bill to the woman behind the counter, much to your surprise. with a smile, he insists its his treat as an apology for interrupting your pool day

making sure to hand you your ice cream first, you thank him before you begin to walk. about to leave himself, the employee stops him before you notice

"your girlfriend is beautiful by the way, you're a very lucky guy" the old woman gives him a smile as she hands over the soft serve. blushing to himself a little, he returns her smile

"I know"

"riki!" you call after him after noticing he wasn't next to you. beckoning him over, he takes one last glance at the woman before running to catch up to you. smiling as he slowly reached you, your eyes catch an arcade down the street. both giving each other a challenging look, you wordlessly agree to head there

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"but you already bought me ice cream. that's not fair" you complain with a pout, refusing to let riki pay for your tokens. trying to stop him from inserting his bill only proved to be fruitless, using your height against you. raising it above his head, he smirks as he sees you struggle. fingers gripping onto his shirt as leverage, you use the other to futility reach for the bill. he masks his blush with a smile, pretending as if he wasn't internally screaming at your touch

"come on! you're holding up the line! just let your boyfriend pay already" a bystander stresses, causing a blush to come over both of you. suddenly aware of your proximity, you let go of the boy, stepping away as you let him slip the money into the machine. collecting the tokens, you two walk away together, trying desperately to hold your laughter but mutually breaking after only a few steps of silence

with a gasp, he immediately pulls you to two basketball machines adjacent to each other off to the right of the arcade. giddily inserting the tokens into their respect slots, you shoot him a smirk

"watch and learn pretty boy" you tease, knowing VERY well you were all bark and no bite. you can see his tongue poking at the side of his cheek, amused

"we'll see about that, babe" he challenges, his voice dropping an octave in a tone too attractive than you'd like to admit

as if on cue, the clock starts and basketballs roll down the ramp. your eyes widen at the boys lightening reflexes, immediately grabbing a ball. taking a gulp, you swiftly pick up a ball yourself, shooting and (thankfully) succeeding much to your surprise

with new found motivation to beat the boy, you keeping shooting, glancing over at his score every so often as you waited for balls to roll down. as if feeling your eyes on him, the boy turns his head, throwing you a wink

"this one's for you, y/n" he says in a voice you assume was supposed to sound flirty. rolling your eyes, you watch as he dramatically dribbles the ball, flicking his wrist as he throws it only to completely miss the net. a wide-eyed look comes over his face, absolutely crushing his ego. you can't help but burst out laughing, doubling over as you brace yourself against the boy

soon enough, the buzzer goes off with you two only making a couple of shots, not that you cared. eyeing the scoreboards, you smirk. turning to the boy, you bat your eyelashes mockingly at him, rubbing your win in his face. with a smile, he accepts defeat, satisfied enough by seeing you have a good time. with a giggle, he watches you flaunt the tickets you won

with a gasp, you tap the boy excitedly, pointing toward a claw machine just a few games down. you (of course) take the opportunity to tease him

"if you get me something from there, maybe we can all forget about that excuse for a shot back there" you cock your head, giving him a challenging look. he hates the way your attitude worked wonders on his mind. how it makes it much harder to resist looking at your lips. how it turns his mind into putty and makes him eager enough for your attention to instantly take you up on the offer. though he would've done it anyway if it meant your happiness

"which one do you want?" he asks, scanning the plushies for himself, mentally playing a guessing game of which you would choose. as soon as you laid eyes on the machine, you knew exactly which one you wanted. with a smile, you happily pointed to a little duck plushie. he gives you a questioning look but inserts the tokens nonetheless

being places in be middle of two games, the claw machine had only the facet facing you visible. combined with his tall frame, you found it hard to watch. with a pout, you searched for a way to observe him play, eyes lighting up when you see an opening just in front of the boy

slipping just under the boy's arms, you feel him freeze a little before resting his chin on your forehead, continuing to jut the switch "strategically." the same feeling took over yourself. you were nothing to him but why did it feel right to be this close to him? why did you feel so safe at this proximity and crave more than just the contact of his chin on your head?

your thoughts are interrupted by him pulling away, much to your dismay, shouting in celebration at his win as he happily danced around like a child. swiftly grabbing the duck plushie from the slot, he handed it to you with a smile, which you only returned

"okay, okay, I'll forget about that lame shot. thank you riki" you smile, eyes lingering a little too long as they meet his. giving you a playful nudge, you giggle as you watch him feign annoyance. hugging your duck plushie, you hold it up next to his face, using your other hand to caress your chin in a pondering manner

"hmm there's definitely a resemblance" you tease, looking up at the boy who only gives you an unamused look. you giggle as he pouts a bit, further proving your point

"you're too cute" you say with a laugh, only further annoying him

"not cute" he mumbles under his breath, crossing his arms like a child, earning a chuckle from you

"if you insist my little duckie" your voice raises in a teasing manner toward the end, already sensing his annoyance growing

he was too easy

"oh you're gonna get it" he threatens with a scoff too attractive for the situation

"not if you can't catch me~" you tease, running off before he could realize it, searching for a hiding spot amongst the neon lights and laughing crowds, face lighting up at a perfect spot just behind the basketball machines. being on a slant, you'd be under the upper portion of the game, giving you enough space to hide without being too claustrophobic

you almost laugh at how childish you were being but he didn't seem to care, eagerly searching for you through the crowds. with the spot in sight, you try to slip your way through the many people huddled around the arcade machines, running as fast as you could. your tunnel vision didn't seem to take notice of a quite everything in front of you, though. you immediately stop in your tracks at a figure in front of you just before you ram into them

"hey hey what's the rush pretty girl?" a boy around your age stood before you, a smug look on his face. your breath quickened a bit. for some odd reason, you couldn't help but feel disgusted at his words. like they were wrong to hear. like you were betraying riki in a way but letting the boy very obviously flirt with you. flashing him a fake smile, you try to slip through the crowds to lose him but he persists, taking hold of your arm with a vice grip

"let me go!" tears start to well in your eyes in fear, no one seeming to notice. scanning the crowds of people for the boy seemed futile

"relax, babe. we can talk this over somewhere else, yeah?" he smirks, starting to drag you toward the door. hot tears roll down your eyes as you try shaking his grip away

"hey! she told you to let her go" a familiar voice appears. with a hopeful look, you lock eyes with riki whose face bares a petrified expression. you can see the pain in his eyes as he feigns a confident look

"and who are you?" the stranger asks bitterly. you see him hesitate before he speaks, giving you a look beforehand, almost an 'im sorry'

"she's my girlfriend, so if she told you to let her go, then let her the fuck go" his voice shakes, his anger not masking his fear entirely, but you suppose the boy doesn't notice, immediately letting go of your arm, lifting his arms defensively before walking out the door

as your eyes finally meets riki's, his gaze softens, enveloping you into a tight hug. hit with the gravity of the situation if he weren't there, you cling to him, letting your tears dampen his shirt as he holds your head, massaging your scalp

"I'm so sorry I let you out of my sight, angel. I promise it'll never happen again" his voice was soft, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as his arms never left your side. you ignore the butterflies in your stomach at the name, too focused on his warm hold seemingly washing your worries away. cupping your cheek, he looks into your eyes with a soft smile as he rubs soothing circles onto your skin as he gently wipes a tear away

"how about I take you home" he whispers, looking down into your eyes as he towered over your figure. nodding wordlessly, you let him lead you towards the door, hand still around your waist, too afraid to let you go. you knew by now he was a man of boundaries, one of respect. but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side. placing a hand over his on your waist gave him the reassurance he needed that he had your consent

in that moment, you realize he never corrected himself when he addressed you as his girlfriend

you didn't seem to mind

walking through the streets as he led you home, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. the fact that a bystander would probably mistaken you two for a couple and you wouldn't correct them. you couldn't help but shake the thought that you could get used to it

upon reaching your door, you could see the hesitation in his movements, slowly dropping his hand from your waist. he scans you before speaking, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear

"are you sure you're okay, y/n" his voice softens as he searches into your eyes for any sign of discomfort

"never been better" you smile, slipping your hands around his neck, embracing him as an expression of your gratitude "thank you." you close your eyes as you squeeze him tighter, knowing he would never truly know how grateful you were for him through words alone

"my pleasure" he watches intently as you pull away, pulling your keys out to unlock your door. as your back faces him, he can't shake the one thought he had on his mind, couldn't let you slip away from him once more. with a gentle grip on your wrist, he pulls you back into his arms. hands coming up to cup your cheeks, he tilts his head, lips colliding with yours

for a second, the world stopped, the only thing running through your mind being the sweet taste of vanilla on the boy's lips. as the reality hits you, you follow his movements, tangling your fingers through the boy's soft locks. you feel a hot tear roll down your cheek, feeling utterly complete at the contact you've been craving for too long. as if this very moment answered all of the burdening questions and doubts that previously ran through your mind

and just like that, it got stripped away from you

he pulls away abruptly, eyes shifting frantically as his hands came up to his hair, pulling at the strands you once touched. you can hear his breath quicken as he speaks

"fuck, fuck, fuck, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't even ask for your consent. you were just hit on by some creep and this is what I do. God, I'm such a horrible person" you hear his voice shake as he paces back and forth

"please don't hate me" he locks eyes with you. only then do you see the streaks of tears rolling down his cheeks and the bloodshot nature of his eyes

"oh, ki, I could never hate you" tears begin to well in your own eyes. you attempt to approach the boy, cupping his cheeks in reassurance. he only feels disgusted with himself at your actions, feeling as if he manipulated you to feel that way. knowing you would never feel the same as he did you, he mutters an 'im sorry' before leaving

in that moment, it was as if every foot away from the boy was another one you'd never get back. you wish you could blame someone, something, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were part to blame. like sand, you let the boy slip right through your hold. only the remnants of what used to be remained, leaving you completely empty

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the next sale will begin in:

8 days 18 hours 9 minutes and 26 seconds

"one scoop of mint chocolate ice cream, one of cookies and cream, one of rasberry, and one of chocolate in a sugar cone with rainbow sprinkles, chocolate drizzles and Oreos on top. and get it right, it's for my kid" they end with a forced smile, not even bothering to say please or thank you, not that you cared. every day felt like an endless loop, a time without meaning ever since the boy left you that day. how much you wished to see his puma eyes and tall figure walk through those glass doors. how you wish you could've hugged him tighter that day, then maybe he would still be here with you

forcing a smile became increasingly difficult. anybody could see you were at your breaking point. as the days passed and the voicemails accumulated, it felt as if you deserved to be ghosted, deserved the rude treatment, only pulling yourself through the day by pure muscle memory

eyes flickering to the clock, you began to lose hope that the boy would ever walk through those doors again. taking your last order, you greet the family goodbye with a feigned smile before you heave the heavy mop onto the tile floor emotionlessly. hearing the bell at the door ringing, you take in a sharp breath

"sorry we're closed" you force out, not even feeling like feigning a peppy voice. hearing a pair of shoes shuffling closer, you clench your jaw, ready to break at any point. looking up, your eyes meet the ones that have kept you up on sleepless nights, haunted your thoughts

wordlessly, you run to the boy, not even bothering to stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks. immediately doing what you dreamt of doing these past nights, you tiptoe to reach the boy, cupping his cheeks softly and letting his lips meet yours. your breath hitches and you taste the saltiness of your tears as you feel the boy's soft lips you missed dangerously. letting his forehead meet yours, you whisper painfully

"please don't leave again. please, ki" you breath out, interlocking your fingers in his hair as you did that day

"I promise, angel. I promise. I'm so sorry for being such a coward" you only shush the boy, relishing in the warmth you missed oh so much. you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when his hands find purchase on your waist. you can't help but think the fit was too perfect for it not mean to be

"angel" he whispers sweetly into your ear, making your breath hitch. you only hum in response, not wanting release your hold on him just yet

"will you be mine?" he caressed your cheek softly as he whispers. you only giggle through tears

"only if you come see enha with me" you smile, leaning into the touch. wiping the tears from his cheeks, he chuckles

"you got yourself a deal"

fin

author's note: I hope you can tell I love angst but only to a certain extent cuz this one lasted a grand total of 5 seconds😍

also this is my first longer fic so pls let me know what you think!!! I would really appreciate it<3

@hachimarii 🤭🤭

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #ni ki enhypen #niki fluff #niki x reader #niki x you #nishimura niki #enha x reader #enha imagines #ni ki #ni ki imagines #niki soft hours #enhypen niki #enha #enha fluff #niki enhypen

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pajarinwrites · 7 months

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EXO recs

directory | general masterlist

✨ favourites

OT9 / Multi

an adventurer's guide to romance ✨ @guardians-of-exo & @softly-savage-mint-yoongi i'm not giving up hope that they'll still post Jongin, Jongdae, and Baekhyun TT, fantasy!au, i haven't read all of them yet but yixing and yeol are so good i refuse to believe any of the others could disappoint

EXO Mall ✨ @yehet-me-up i don't know why everyone and their mother does EXO series, but i am definitely not complaining, junmyeon's was adorable, xiumin's is brilliant, i'm sure the others are just as great

EXO as Rich Kids @spacequokka EXO has more group series than every other group combined, every time i find a good fic it's part of a series like what? so far i've read jongdae's it's super cute

Xiumin

don't call it a love song (EXO mall series) ✨ @yehet-me-up 16.8k deserves it's own mention bc music nerd minseok?? rocker minseok?? bookstore owner!reader??? it's like this thing was written specifically for me, i ate this shit up it was so cute, their interactions were so cute, probably my favourite idiots2lovers ff, the snow scene, the singing scene, the dancing scene, the everything scene, minseok being a simp regularly, there is no fault in this ff, i'm gonna stop now i could keep going god help me

burning bridges @kwanisms 1.5k this hurt me, it's angst, it's not exactly happy, the synopsis tells you as much but every time i still read it and think maybe, maybe...

Suho

the meet cute (EXO mall series) @yehet-me-up 4.5k also deserves it's own mention, dilf!junmyeon??? how does writer know all of my favourite things in the world?? TT the antique store thing suits our leader so well, why is he so attractice? and his sungmin is super cute argh, i have beef with this ff because why is it so short TTTTT

Lay

you work too hard @cxsmicmyeon 0.7k just some domestic fluff with workaholic yixing, i'm projecting so hard onto this fic omg

extraordinary ✨ (an adventurer's guide to romance) @softly-savage-mint-yoongi & @guardians-of-exo 10k apothecary!yixing, yixing with glasses(!!!!!!), he's so sweet in this, they're both so cute, it's one of my favourites of the series so it deserves a special mention here

Baekhyun

inquiring minds @papermatisse 2.7k professor!baekhyun, i don't know what is up with exo-ls but y'all always find my most absolute favourite au versions for the boys like fr what's going on, anyway, this was soo freaking good! i read a professor one about woozi (svt) that was trying to do what this ff did but...., and now i get to read the concept executed perfectly, i'm screaming ugh

Chen

disclaimer: these are obviously works of fiction and they take place in non-canon universes. we all wish jongdae and his family only the best, duh. if you're uncomfortable with reading ff about him, skip ahead. me, personally, i'd like to keep a little delulu corner in my daydreams available for him <3

CEO!Jongdae ( EXO as Rich Kids series) @spacequokka 0.5k it's so short TT but it's super sweet, the last line really got me, too

Chanyeol

kissed barely awake @irregular-idol-imagines 0.6k this confused me but it was so cute and fluffy that i didn't really care tbh

the doctor will see you now @kwanisms 4.5k this was kinda unhingend, in the best way possible, that's a high compliment in this context, incubus!yeol? i didn't think i'd like that premise but i did, i loved the slight horror aspects, the ending?? and how it linked back to the beginning? borderline genius, chapeau

D.O.

spellbound ✨ @whimsical-ness 6.7k ahhh this is soooo good, their dynamic is so nice, kyungsoo is such a freakin' cutie i cannot, and the other member cameos are so fitting ugh i love this so much

but you're warm... @kwanisms 0.5k ew this is so cute, i love cuddly, clingy kyeongsoo TT

Kai

movie night @galaxybam2 0.8k reading this taught me things about myself i'd have preferred not to know. enjoy, sluts (affectionately)

Sehun

spellbound @navellera 6k this doesn't feel like 6k, it was over in the blink of an eye, one of the only sehun ff i've read so far that i could actually stand, most of them (that i've looked at so far) have really weird writing in that the author puts weird sentences in a row that feel disconnected and irrelevant to one another sometimes, this one didn't have that, also, i've been looking for some hogwarts!exo and this really scratched that itch

#rin's exo recs

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toloveawarlord · 2 years

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Tokyo Revengers Picrew 2

Part two of my tokyo revengers ocs! There are so many of them.

Quick List: Ayami; Shuri; Kaoru; Namie; Hiromi; Koi; Ritsu; Erina; Riku

Ayami Matsuno

Age: Late Twenties (Present) Teens (Black Dragons)

Paired with: Imaushi Wakasa

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'8

Affiliation: First Generation Black Dragon

Known As: The Viper

Occupation: All Female Gym/Hotel/Bar Owner

Siblings: Shuri, Chifuyu, Kaoru

Kids: Miyu & Shiori (twins)

Other: Joined the Black Dragons after losing a fight to Wakasa. Ayami never openly dated anyone in the gang, but she did have relations with both Shinichiro and Wakasa. She left town soon after the Black Dragons disbanded, and found out that she was pregnant. Only she knows who the twins father is. In the present, she returns to town to open a branch of her organization. She is quite fond of Kokonoi and Inui, since she knew them both for so long. Her twins adore them as well.

Shuri Matsuno

Age: 20

Paired with: Ran Haitani

Hair: Sky Blue

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'6

Affiliation: None

Occupation: Interior Design Student

Siblings: Ayami, Chifuyu, Kaoru

Other: Shuri recently moved to Roppongi to take on an internship at a famous interior design agency. She accidently runs into the infamous Ran Haitani, but doesn't know him or his affiliation with gangs. They become quick friends, and even quicker lovers.

Kaoru Matsuno

Age: 13

Paired with: Kazutora Hanemiya

Hair: Black and white

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'2

Affiliation: Valhalla

Occupation: Student

Siblings: Ayami, Shuri, Chifuyu

Other: Kaoru works part time at a record shop after school, and is rescued by Hanma when some douchebags have her cornered. He agrees to help her if she agrees to give him something in return. They become odd friends, but in the midst of being led around by Hanma's whims, Kaoru meets Kazutora.

Namie Kojima

Age: 23

Paired with: Shinichiro Sano

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'8

Occupation: Flower Shop Owner

Timeline: Part of my Time and Time Again AU where Baji's twin sister travels back in time.

Other: Mikuru successfully saves Shinichiro from being killed by Kazutora, and a new shop opens up next door to the bike shop. Namie brings by a welcoming gift to Shinichiro, and he finds himself drawn in by her innocent charm.

Hiromi Namajiro (Right) ; Idol Hitomi (Left)

Age: 24

Paired with: Shuji Hanma

Hair: Black

Eyes: Mint

Height: 5'5

Occupation: Idol

Other: Hiromi is contracted as an Idol under the stage name Hitomi. She meets Hanma after one of her concerts. Hiromi is only half changed from her stage wig and colored contacts, and Hanma learns the secret of the idol Hitomi. She agrees to one date in exchange for his silence.

Koi Aikawa (Kojiro)

Age: 13

Paired with: Keisuke Baji

Hair: Silver

Eyes: Amethyst

Height: 5'3

Occupation: Student

Other: Koi is paired with Baji for a school project. She is aloof in class, but Keisuke begins to learn a new side of his classmate over the course of their project. He keeps his affiliation with Toman a secret from her, afraid that she would not like him. But Koi has a secret of her own, having ties to Yotsuya Kaiden.

Ritsu Haitani

Age: 16

Paired with: Seishu Inui

Hair: Black

Eyes: Violet

Height: 5'1

Occupation: Student

Friends: Mikey Sano (shared love of dorayaki)

Other: Ritsu had a rocky relationship with her eldest brother, Ran, until he went to juvie. She was attacked and left with brain damage that affects her memory, leaving her ditsy and forgetful. Ritsu wanders into Black Dragon territory, unaware. Recognized as the Haitani Brothers little sister, Taiju orders the gang to send a message. Inui and Koko were sent to confront her at the dorayaki store she vists.

Erina Omori

Age: 24

Paired With: Ryusei Satou

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'7

Occupation: High School Teacher

Other: Erina meets Ryusei in college, although he doesn't actually attend the school. She gets swept up into one of his pranks, and in the end, finds him quite charming.

Riku Haitani

Age: 14

Paired with: Shinichiro Sano

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Violet

Height: 5'5

Occupation: Student/Guardian

Siblings: Ran and Rindou (younger)

Other: Ritsu is starting high school soon, but she is the sole caretaker of her two younger, troublesome, brothers. Their mother abandoned them when the boys were toddlers, and their deadbeat father is never around. Riku meets Shinichiro, and has to navigate a new relationship with her protective little brothers.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers oc #tokyo rev oc #so many of them i swear #i love each and every one

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The Great Produce 48 Rewatch: Ep 3, Signal Song Performance + Start of Challenge Mission 1

Hello lovelies! When we left off with my Ultra Super Duper important Produce48 Rewatch Project, we had finished the grade reassignments and I did some number crunching. Now we'll dive into choosing the center for Nekkoya (WHO COULD IT BE???) and the performance itself, as well as the beginning of the first challenge mission. Woot!

Ok, we’re about 19:30 into episode 3. The next portion of the episode deals with the girls’ huge performance on MNET. First, they gather as a group, and sweet vocal coach Soyou comes out to tell them that they’re going to choose the center for the performance.

If you’re newish to Kpop, it’s worth knowing that when people say “center,” they mean the person who stands in the center for a lot of the performance. For most kpop performances, the performers take turns standing in the center, and the “center” is just the person who usually begins and ends the performance in the middle, and/or takes center position at key points. A center is usually chosen for their looks, charisma, and dance ability. When people say someone just simply “is” the center of a group, they mean that this member tends to take center position for most of their performances. For example, Nayeon could be considered the “center” of Twice, Jungkook could be considered the “center” of BTS, Hyunjin is probably the “center” of Stray Kids, Kai is probably the “center” of Exo, and Irene is generally considered the “center” of Red Velvet.

In many cases, the other members of a group can absolutely steal focus from the center. Just think of Sana stealing focus in Twice’s performances of Cheer Up. In the case of this huge performance of Nekkoya, however, the center position is even more important, because during this performance, the girls never change position. The center is in the center the whole darn time. Also, as the show points out, the trainees who got the “center” position in the first two seasons of PD101 ended up debuting in the final lineup (though neither currently dominates the Kpop landscape -- Choi Yujeong is a member of the criminally underrated Weki Meki, and Lee Daehwi is a member of the not quite as underrated but still underrated AB6IX.) (Please note that this is also a WKMK stan account.)

Anyway.

How will the center be chosen for Nekkoya? By trainee vote! And the 14 members of Class A are each going to do a one minute performance to try to convince the other girls to vote for them as center.

We see Bae Eunyeong from Idol School -- the mint Chewing Gum girl -- saying that she’s taking the responsibility of choosing seriously since the person she vouches for will probably debut soon.

First, we see Lee Chaeyeon, future soloist. Kim Choyeon (fire eyes girl) is cheering for her, because apparently Chaeyeon helped all the A-class girls learn the dance, despite apparently being sick when they got to learn with the teacher! In other words, she learned the dance better from watching the video than they did from working with the teacher. That’s Chaeyeon for you. We see a few seconds of her dancing, and she does great, of course. She never had a chance, though, because her face is slightly imperfect. I mean, so's mine. So's everyone's. IDK.

Next is Kim Shihyeon, future Everglow member. She comes out in a gray “F-class” shirt, queueing a flashback to when she was on season one of PD101 and was placed initially in F.

She introduces herself as “Kim Shiyhyeon from class F” and then sings, very nicely, while dancing lightly. She sounds great, though we only hear a second or two. Also, live vocals don’t matter much for this particular performance. Still, I love that she went with what she had -- a pair of pipes and a great backstory.

Honda Hitomi dances energetically, adding a little cartwheel-flippy thing at the end.

Ko Yujin, the “Hyuna lookalike”, immediately drops into a split and does a bunch of other dance moves straight out of Roll Deep or something.

It’s all good, but it’s obviously the wrong vibe for the song, so I’m not sure if she actually though this would win her the vote or if she just wanted to show everyone what she was working with.

Little Kang Damin, future member of Queenzeye, does a pretty straightforward performance of the song, using a headset mic, singing and dancing. She says, “I want the center position if the opportunity is given.” I think she knows that she’s not likely to get it, not with both Gaeun and Sakura standing in line in front of her.

Damin’s labelmate, the flat tummied Hwang Soyeon, dances without singing, adding in a kind of weird windmill-of-arms at the end. I guess her enthusiasm carried her away.

Little Lee Haeun, the “mini-Chungha” girl, also does a pretty straightforward performance of the song, using a headset mic. And like Damin, she does a great job, likely knowing she won’t get chosen but just wanting to show her skills.

When Ah Yujin steps up, the editors play weird inspirational music, and splice in comments from other girls about how pretty Yujin is and how she would make a good center. We get a longish clip of her in the rehearsal space, totally overthinking what would make a good audition performance. I mean, most of the other girls are just literally performing the song that they are auditioning to be the center of, doing the moves that they will be doing as center. Just do that, Yujin, you silly goose.

We finally get to see her performance: she begins by saying “It’s dry in here. I hope to quench you all! Drink it up!” I had to pause the video because I cringed so hard I lost the use of my eyes and ears for a while. When I tuned back in, she was dancing -- what looked like original choreography -- and saying, in Japanese, “I love you all!” I’m obviously not the target market for this, because apparently at least some of the girls found this charming, and she got some votes.

Next up is THE SAKURA, who Kim Shihyeon says “is so pretty, she doesn’t even have to do anything.” But of course, she has done the most -- she changed the Korean lyrics to something befitting the moment. She’s worried she’ll mispronounce it and people won’t understand her “sincerity.” She lays out all these pieces of paper on the stage, then begins her performance. My Korean is pretty limited, but the show put her new lyrics up on screen, and I was able to use my translator app to find out that she’s singing, “It was hard, lonely days, but let’s get through it together.”

She does a perfectly adequate job of singing and dancing, then picks up her sign. It says “Center -- Nekkoya 🩷” (the center position is mine). It’s very slightly misspelled, which is kind of cute, as it shows that she did it by herself.

Last up -- that we see -- is Lee Gaeun, who sings and dances charmingly, adding in some Japanese at the end.

We don’t see any part of the performance of Kim Na Young (future Lightsum), Takahashi Juri (future Rocket Punch), Yabuki Nako (the one who moved up from F) or Na Go Eun (future Purple Kiss).

Soyou comes out to tell the girls that per the voting, there are only a few remaining candidates:

Lee Gaeun:

They appreciated that she spoke Japanese and liked her witty new lyrics.

And Sakura:

They appreciated how much effort she put into it.

Soyou reveals that actually, so far, they’re tied! So they need to have a final vote between the two.

In the end, Sakura wins. Gaeun smiles that cute anime smile of hers, and Sakura begins to cry.

Gaeun hugs her and says “congratulations” in Japanese to her. Sakura apologizes profusely, saying that Gaeun’s performance was much better than hers (I mean, it probably was) and Gaeun comforts her, still speaking Japanese. Of course, in being the kind of person who would tell Sakura that she, Sakura, is the perfect person for the center, Gaeun is just sort of proving that she herself is the perfect person to be center.

Everyone applauds and cries, including someone sitting in my chair. We hear Jo Yuri’s voice saying, “It warmed my heart. Even though they’re rivals, I could really feel that they’re already friends.” Kwon Eunbi says, “It didn’t seem to be about who won or lost. It was more like, ‘We won together.’” Choi Yena says, “I don’t know why, but I was happy. My heart grew that much bigger.” Sakura says, “I looked around and realized I had so many friends.”

To cut through the treacle, the always squinting Yu Minyoung (mint polka dots, fell from B to A) says, “I’m a little worried that people might only see Sakura. She’s so pretty, otoke?!?”

Time passes, and now it’s time to film the big Nekkoya performance, on the big diamond shaped stage.

Kim Da Hye asks Kim Cho Yeon and Goto Moe what their ending pose will be, then demonstrates her own -- a spot on impression of the classic out-of-breath, earnest smile you always see. It’s really funny, so check it out at about 34:30 in.

The A girls go up on stage, and the other girls are jealous, especially the ones who had been in A but were moved down. The girls in F are taking it hardest, because they’re not even allowed to go up on stage.

The other girls notice that gavely-voice Noe is starting to tear up, and they try to comfort her.

She interviews, “To be honest, I’m neither good at singing nor good at dancing. I couldn’t even be on stage.” Other girls are really sad, too.

A few of the girls -- I think it’s that YGK+ model Ahn Ye Won and the show's favorite punching bag Shin Suhyun -- call the other girls together, saying “no crying! Come here!” and they all end up doing a cheer together.

As it turns out, they’re dancing on the floor right in front of the stage, so they actually are kind of visible.

You can see the distribution of the groups -- the pink A girls are in the center, flanked by a stripe of orange B girls, with the yellow C girls and Green D girls at the corners and the back. Gotta say, I’d rather be that D girl in the left corner than the D girl all the way in the back.

On the day of the actual recording, they do one run-through, and the judges notice that they all look terrified instead of happy. (Soyou calls out Damin for always making the same cutesy face -- pretty funny.) The judges encourage them to show more cheerfulness in their performance, and they try again.

Their actual performance is a hit. At this point, I’m good not hearing the song again for a while, but here is the full length performance if you want to see it. It’s kind of interesting what happens -- Sakura is the center for the first part, and then the second half of the stage comes out and Gaeun is sort of the center for that group.

But as I think I said in my Boys Planet recaps, I never really understood the appeal of these super huge dance numbers. You can only see the people the cameraman and editors choose to show you. It might be different if you were there live...? I don't know. I understand that it's a tradition on these shows and all that, but it never really captures my interest.

Sakura interviews that if even one person hadn’t been on stage, it wouldn’t have been the same, that all of them came together to do the performance. Not sure how she’d know that if she has her back to literally all of them. But seriously, she really has the gift of diplomacy, doesn’t she?

When they’re done recording the performance, the girls are stunned to find out that finally they’ll be meeting the alleged host of the show, Lee Seungki! He comes out to strains of electric guitar and lots of applause. Future Kep1er’s Dayeon says, “He’s really handsome. Chincha chincha chincha chincha.” You could say that she really really likes him! Nomu nomu nomu nomu jowa!

Rocket Punch’s Juri and Purple Kiss’s Na Goeun like him too, so maybe liking Lee Seungki helps you debut!

They’re all looking at him kind of like this:

He tells them that he’s here to help and that they can talk to him any time. He says that he’s heard that they’ve worked really hard, but also that a few of them have given up and gone home. It must have been hard for them, he says, which is actually pretty kind. He tells them not to give up, and encourages them to keep their dream in mind. Whatever he says, it seems to really help them.

He says that he believes that an international powerhouse group will emerge from this show and take all of Asia by storm. They all cheer.

Challenge Mission 1 Begins: Group Battle Mission

At 43:40 we move on to the next part of the series: the first challenge mission.

The girls gather in the studio dressed in their class colors, and cheer loudly when Lee Seungki comes out to greet them.

Hwang Soyeon looks especially delighted.

Lee Seungki explains that their first challenge will be a group battle mission which will help decide if they stay or get eliminated. He tells them that they’ll be divided into 16 teams of 6, doing 8 different songs -- in other words, each song will be performed by two different teams, which will be each other’s rivals. Within each pairing, there will be one winning team and one losing team. Each member of the winning team will get 1000 bonus points, and only the top 58 ranked trainees will survive.

The trainees view the 1000 bonus points as a “free pass” to stay, but I wouldn’t really agree with them. It’s nice and all that, but knowing what I know about the vote totals in the first round, it would only make a difference to people who are *right* on the line -- between 58th and 61st place. If you were going to be in 62nd place or below, or 57th place or above, it wouldn’t matter at all.

So, sure, you want the 1000 points, but what you want more than that is to come off as especially winsome in the rehearsal footage. That’s how you win the attention of the National Producers. Ideally, you should be really pretty, at least moderately skilled, very hardworking, and extremely sweet to the other girls, but perhaps a little bit put upon or martyred.

The trainees can’t believe that almost half of them are going to be eliminated. Nakanishi Chiyori, from What’s Your Name?, interviews, “I felt as if someone was poking my heart with something sharp.” They’re all varying degrees of desperate to survive.

The song choices for the 16 performances are revealed.

The songs:

Short Hair by AOA (from June 2014)

Peekaboo by Red Velvet (from November 2017)

Love Whisper by Gfriend (from August 2017)

Boombayah by Blackpink (from August 2016)

Very Very Very by IOI (from October 2016)

High Tension by AKB48 (in Japanese, from November 2016)

Like Ooh-ahh by Twice (Japanese version, original version from October 2015)

Mamma Mia by Kara (Japanese version, original version from August 2014)

Naturally, the Korean trainees want a song in Korean, while the Japanese trainees would prefer a song in Japanese. And, though no one is saying it right now, probably none of them want to do Boombayah, a song with famously difficult choreography. None of the others come close. It’s like that time they had NCT-U’s Seventh Sense on a Produce101 season. It just filled the trainees’ hearts with dread.

Seungki explains that he’ll be choosing trainees at random to be team captains, and that those girls will get to choose the other members of her team.

But first, Sakura gets to choose her own team, because that’s how this show works. I’m lowkey surprised they didn’t just write “Sakura” on every ball and then choose her name at “random”.

Sakura chooses “Lee Chaeyeon-chan” first, surprising almost no one. Chaeyeon probably is the one who taught Sakura the choreo to Nekkoya, and her teaching skills alone would make her an extremely useful member of any team. Then Sakura chooses sweet-faced Motomura Aoi second, which surprises… everyone? I mean, that’s not who I’d choose if I had my choice of everyone. But they’re both on HKT48 so they’re probably friends. Then she calls for Kim Minju-chan, likely because (a) Minju is a Very Pretty Girl and fairly highly ranked and (b) maybe they met somewhere and got to be friendly? After all, she calls her -chan not -san, which is a friendly name tag. Then she calls for Kim Choyeon, who, from everything we can tell, is a really sweet girl, and a hard worker.

She also has amazing facial expressions.

Her last pick is Kwon Eunbi-chan, who is a solid choice. Both Choyeon and Eunbi probably cemented their spot by being friendly to Sakura when they were together in A class.

Left to right: Sakura, Chaeyeon, Aoi, Minju, Choyeon, and Eunbi.

They stand together on stage and the Avengers theme song music plays. But I, an intellectual, know that often the *second* team picked is just as good, if not better, than the first.

Sakura has to then choose the name of the next team’s captain by picking a ball from the machine. Everyone wants to get picked, including a familiar face….

… but Sakura chooses An Yujin, future IVE member, instead of Huh Yunjin, future Le Sserafim member. Well, instead of everyone. And it’s totally random, right, MNET?

Yujin knows what’s up. So she chooses:

Na Goeun, future Purple Kiss

Jang Wonyoung, future Queen of all Kpop (and member of IVE)

Choi Yena, future soloist

Shiroma Miru, future visitor to Queendom Puzzle

Honda Hitomi, certified cutey-pie (but not shown in the screenshot)

Really, really strong team, in some ways stronger than the first team. To be fair, as much as I love Miru, I might have picked someone else, but Yujin was on B-team with Miru and they might have gotten really close.

She draws out Yabuki Nako’s name to be the next team captain, and holds the ball up straight to the camera like the commercial queen she is.

Does anyone else just want to buy pink ping pong balls now for some reason?

As a reminder, Yabuki Nako is the girl who moved from F class all the way up to A. From Nako onward, we don’t see who anyone picks, but we do see the next few team captains. Kojima Mako, Matsui Jurina, and Oda Erina. From there, things speed up. We see teams being picked and the ranks thinning out, until all that’s left is… the leftovers. (The reason I’m interested in the order that the captains get selected is that it gives us a sense of where a team fits in the hierarchy from AVENGERS at one end to LEFTOVERS at the other end.)

Team leftovers: Sato Minami, Chiba Erii, Asai Nanami, Asai Yuka, Kang Hyewon, and Han Chowon.

Poor Han Chowon, future member of Lightsum. For some reason she doesn’t get picked, despite being a member of B-class and having some obvious skills. It must have been galling to see people picking Ds and Fs ahead of her. Meanwhile, true to her basic lot in life, Miss Purity Kang Hye Won is like, “I wasn’t upset, but I didn’t know what to do.” Asai Yuka, who auditioned with Knock Knock, probably didn’t get picked because she’s only 14 and relatively inexperienced. It must have been so depressing and embarrassing, and as much as I kind of laugh at hopeless Hyewon, I feel sorry for all of them. Well, most of them.

Chiba Erii has prepared a brand new facial expression for the occasion. Totally different from the spaced out look she had in class, right? This one is like, 2% angrier.

I know I should be being nicer about it, but I find it really difficult to work up much sympathy for Chiba Erii. She strikes me as a girl who has always had an easy time in life because she’s pretty, and she expected that to continue. I'm probably being unfair, right? Sigh. Well, part of the point of these recaps is for me to mention my opinions, and that's one of them - that an accident of bone structure shouldn’t be an excuse to be unpleasant and dull.

Next, Lee Seungki tells them that the way they’ll be deciding who will get which song will be with a race. UGHH. They ran races on all four seasons of Produce101, and it’s always a mess. I get it that part of these shows is to just be fun, silly television for the viewers, but I don’t know, doesn’t it seem like a terrible idea? A bunch of extremely eager people placed into a situation in which they could easily harm themselves or others in their enthusiasm?

Produce X 101 was the last time they did the race, for the record. For Girls Planet 999, they did a challenge where they had to find each other’s baby photos, and for Boys Planet, they did it based on fancam views for the signal song performance. Either seems better than just like, who can run fastest.

Anyway, the girls discuss the songs that are right for them, and then the team captains line up for the race. (The teams can’t choose a runner -- the captain has to run.) There are two signs for each song on the far wall, but there is only one sign holder for each song, so the runners have to first grab the song they want then sprint back to the other side of the room to get that sign into the sign holder first in order to guarantee the choice.

I explained this song selection method to My Fella and he said, "Why don't they just put the song holders at the bottom of a deep swimming pool?" and I was like "I don't know why they're not at the heart of a volcano" and he was like "that's where they keep the signs themselves." We have fun, My Fella and me.

A few girls say that they have experience running track and field, including future IVE member Ahn Yujin, Kim Yubin, one of the CNC school girls, Lee Chaejung, future member of Alice, and Queen Jurina.

They run to the strains of “Chariots of Fire” and a lot of shrieking. Little Bibian looses a shoe. Looks like no one wants High Tension by AKB48, but fast runner Chaejung grabs Boombayah, and Hwang Soyeon grabs Like Ooh Ah. There’s a bit of a scuffle at the end, as Ahn Yujin and Kato Yuuka fight over who will really get Very Very Very, and Seungki has to come over to make the call: Ahn Yujin wins.

The winners get to choose which team they want to face off against -- and that team will have to do the same song. Jurina, whose team won Peekaboo by Red Velvet, chooses Kim Yubin’s team to be their rival, dashing Sakura’s hopes. Jurina is too smart to choose Sakura as a rival!

Lee Chaejeong, whose team is going to do Boombayah, gets to choose almost any team to go up against, and makes the strategic choice: the leftovers team. It’s a way of quite possibly guaranteeing success. As Won Soyeon puts it, “I feel bad, but… I don’t want to die.” This means that the least skilled team will be forced to do the most difficult song. Some of the girls on the leftovers team start to cry almost immediately -- pigtailed little Asai Yuka just buries her face in her hands and sobs, and Asai Nanami (Sailor Venus) interviews that for the first time, she just wants to go home -- and everyone feels awful.

I get it -- first no one chooses them to be in a team, and then they get chosen right away as the weakest rival to do the hardest song. It’s a one-two-three punch that had to really hurt.

Lee Seungki asks directly, “why are you crying?” and Erii answers just as directly, “We don’t think we can do it [perform Boombayah].”

Seungki kindly says, “In my experience, having the resolve to accomplish something will make people watching you feel touched by your determination. So having the resolve to be able to do it will touch the hearts of the National Producers. And nobody can predict the final outcome of that. So believe in yourself and be strong. I’ll have high hopes for all of you until the day that you turn those tears of sadness into tears of happiness.”

Aww! That’s some good stuff, Seungki.

Chiba Erii says, “ganbarimasu,” which is translated as “we’ll work hard” and is sort of the Japanese equivalent of “Fighting!” His words seem to cheer up the other girls, too, especially Hyewon.

The selections continue, in order I think of when the girls got their sign in the holder, until the very last team -- Ahn Yujin’s team -- gets stuck with the team no one wanted to face off against: Sakura’s team. Uh oh! This will be a tight race.

So, the teams have all been created and songs assigned. Now it’s time for the girls to start preparing! But that will have to wait for the next post!

Thanks as always for going on this Grand Journey with me. How is it going for you? Are you watching along? Are you just reading? Just skimming and looking for info about a favorite? (That's ok -- I know people might want to do that, which is why I bold the names of the trainees.) I hope all is well with you and that you've already come to some sort of acceptance about your New Year's resolutions.

Love ya lots,

BPR-unnie

#bpr recaps p48 #produce 48 #le sserafim #akb48 #ive #sakura #huh yunjin #jang wonyoung #jang gyuri #ahn yujin #rocket punch #purple kiss

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ellastre · 1 year

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First post on tumblr hahaha I have no idea what I'm doing, so I'm just gonna shut up and paste some random writing project I had on hand while trying not to die of anxiety because of that horrible thing called 'Real Life' (ew.)

A (fake) Goddess' love

Laughter, tears, words and colors, and half-faded memories; those were all that remained now.

Skin and hair, clothing and fetters, everything about her was colored in a pure, unnatural white as if someone had leeched every color out of her. In her arms, an old grimoire rested with her.

Within her tomb of cold stone, she dreamed of abstract memories, kept pristine by her slumber, and surrounded herself with the feelings she gathered along the way, thorny flowers that left her palms bleeding, pure crimson drops dying the unfeeling white snow with all the colors of life.

She was thirteen when she started letting go, tugged and led around by bonds too tight for her to breathe.

"I forgive you." She said to him. Her own brother. Her other self. His betrayal still hurt her, but she refused to let it destroy her. Amber eyes widened in shock and she smiled, her heart still bleeding from the loneliness and abandonment. But she would move on because she wished to become someone she would be proud of.

Her teacher often taught her to value herself, after all.

She, who could not afford to love, lest it invited its hideous twin hatred. Care and admiration trodden upon by the visceral monster called envy, souring and spoiling and tainting all it touched by revealing one's abhorrent nature. Yet, with pride as her guiding light, she walked on, hissing snakes seeking to bind and imprison her back in the darkness.

She was twenty when she realized that a world bleached white by the light would die without the darkness of the night allowing it to sleep.

She bore witness to the completion of all of their dreams. To absolute power, to absolute justice, to absolute change, to absolute passion, order, curiosity, serenity… All of them fell when the answer was within reach.

But at least they tried, not like her cowardly self who ran away from 'beauty'.

Compassion, she chose to call it. Despite her reservations, they flocked to her, who extended her warmth to the people around her, who remained strong and steady in front of adversity and raised her as an idol she would have to destroy. The worst test would come soon, but for now, she would enjoy this fleeting camaraderie amid a decaying world.

She was thirty when it was time to say goodbye to the only man she ever loved, her mind was grown up but her body was forever stuck in time.

"I love you." He said, lips twisting in a faint smile.

"I know." She said, breath heaving, choked words tearing themselves out of her throat, her sorrow burning her and coloring even the happiest of memories pitch black. Her hands gently landed on his chest and she came closer, closing her eyes and letting her forehead rest against his collarbone, breathing in the smell of mint and ice. He didn't hug her, mercy his idiotic, too-kind self offered her freely.

If he asked her to stop…

If only he asked her to stop…

"See you in the next world." She whispered, a desperate prayer accompanied by burning eyes and sobbing. His arms wrapped themselves around her for a moment and she yanked onto the glimmering rope of his life.

He fell bonelessly into her arms and she wailed, cradling his lifeless body against her chest.

She, who unknowingly loved, and willingly walked down the path of destruction. Complacency and hugs that felt like chokeholds, too-warm and suffocating affections. A scorching haze bringing down all barriers, exposing the deepest of one's self and devoting it to the altar of the other, a lovely idol promising unforgettable joy and sorrow in exchange for unending devotion. Yet, with tears and sorrow, she brandished a sword and raised it high, a blackened blade embedding itself in the idol, pitch-black spider webs of cracks still failing to turn this sorrowful love into cold, unfeeling ash.

And yet, when she stood winner over the rest, she realized, hands covered with the blood of the one who most deserved the name of 'father'…

The last enemy left to defeat was herself, before she, too, fell like all the others.

Because in the end, she loved this world. She loved the people who did their best, the ones who crumbled under the weight of their own sorrow, the ones who struggled desperately to claw their way out of the darkness. She loved the people who enjoyed the world around, the ones who made things better for others, and even the ones that most would frown upon because nobody deserved to be so utterly alone. That's why she, the fake goddess that brought nothing but ruin and sorrow would allow the world to move on without her, without them, free from the chains and fetters that came with them.

This was the path she chose, for herself, for others, for everyone, in hopes that someday, someone would appear and save her too.

Until that day, she would slumber within that cold stone tomb, surrounded by shades of memories and fragments of dreams.

#grimoireofanathema #goa #anathema #love #anasoangstyhaha #writing project

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enhasubs · 2 years

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cozmo: yoojoo

stage name: yoojoo (유주)

birth name: 이 유주 (lee yoojoo)

position: maknae, sub vocalist, main rapper

birthday: april 8, 2007

zodiac sign: aries

height: 167cm (5'6)

weight: 50kg (110 lbs)

blood type: A

mbti: esfp

representative emoji: 🦃

nationality: korean

yoojoo facts:

- she has 2 younger sisters

- she trained for 10 months

- her chinese zodiac is pig

- her nickname is joojoo

- her english name is joy

- she loves to use emojis

- her favorite color is mint

- according to daeun, her and y/n sleep talk

- her emoji is a turkey because shes loud

- her special skill is aegyo

- her special charm is always looking cute

- she is vegetarian

- she loves taking selfies

- she is closest with daeun their ship name is daejoo

- she loves spicy food

- she loves disney movies, iu, candles, and led lights

- specialties: selfies, facial expressions

- hobbies: taking selfies, listening to music, talking

- charming point: eyes, smile, face/expression, skin

- her second nickname is turkey

- likes: sweets, talking, selfies, and love

- dislikes: annoying people

- she loves spongebob

- she loves colorful things

- if she weren't an idol she wanted to be an actor

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synopsis: you became an idol after going on i-land 2 and debuted in a group called “cozmo”. your group gained a lot of popularity and success quickly like enhypen did so the company decided it would make them even more money if the two groups became close and started working on projects together.

(taglist): @enhacolor @artgukk

#enhypen #enha #enhypen smau #enha smau #smau

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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The Pact: Date #2

Pairing/Genre: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), idol!BTS, best friend BTS

Word Count: 6.4k

Premise: The truth about the pact the boys have about you has been revealed. What happens when you agree to go on a single date with each of them?

Warnings: none, so much fluff (adkshdaslkfj...yeah. fluff.)

a/n: please, if you feel ok with it, let me know how this date was! Remember, you guys are deciding the outcome. Every little bit of feedback, even if it’s just unintelligible screaming, helps. I’d be very interested to hear your thoughts on how this date differed from last week’s!

Date #2

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It’s safe to say that by this point, you’ve replayed last Saturday’s date in your mind about sixty thousand times. Yet, despite your near-constant analysis, you find that you’re no more prepared for today’s date than before.

Perhaps it has something to do with the way it was described last week, giving you a little insight to how different this date would be compared to the relaxed atmosphere before.

Classic. Romantic. Picture perfect.

Your mind races with the possibilities; heaven knows that could be any of the boys. But you can’t help but expect one in particular to appear on your doorstep.

You shuffle back and forth before your mirror, triple checking your reflection. Jungkook texted you earlier this week with some instructions.

Dresscode was set to casual-nice. Whatever that means.

Make sure you’ve got your T-money card, which gives you access to the Subway.

Your green sweater vest is tucked neatly into your black skirt, giving you a posh academia vibe that you’ve honestly been dying to try out for a while. Hair falling in thick ringlets around your shoulders, the look is complete with black suede boots that only extend up to your ankle.

“Oh yeah,” you grin at your reflection. “I look good.”

And just there, resting atop the sleeves of your turtleneck, sits Hobi’s bracelet. The word ‘jagi’ is facing the ceiling, which is enough to soften your smile, remembering Hobi’s sweet date.

You’d gotten Jungkook’s permission to send a little message to Hobi, thanking him profusely for the date. It’d been fun to get to chat with him for a minute, already missing him. If you’re honest with yourself, you miss hanging out with all of them. It’s only been a couple of weeks since you were last all together, but it feels like months.

The upside to this Saturday is the fact that (after you’d sent some choice texts to Jungkook), you were given a time as to when your date would appear. Which is why you’re sitting on the edge of your seat at six o’clock ticks ever closer, waiting for the tell-tale knock on the door.

Every time a car turns onto your street, you’re leaping up to peek out the window, holding your breath until it passes by. However, this time you find yourself nearly passing out as a sleek black car rolls to a stop in front of your house.

You lose all ability to think straight when Kim Taehyung steps out of the car, straightening his beige cable knit sweater and puffing his cheeks out as he exhales. His black hair tumbles into his eyes, just long enough to brush up against his brows and make him brush it away.

Stumbling back from the window before he can see you spying on him, you bring a hand up to your chest.

“Ok, ok,” you rush to compose yourself. “Holy-”

A happy knock on your door cuts you off, and the only thing you can hope for is that you don’t say something stupid within the first sixty seconds of this date. If you can make past the first sixty seconds, you should be good, right?

Right?

You don’t have time to ponder as you force yourself to take a deep breath and open up the door. Sure enough, there stands Taehyung. Looking like he just stepped out of a French renaissance painting, complete with a smile.

A smile that’s meant for you, you realize with no shortage of shock. Grinning at you while he tilts his head to one side, his hair falls across his face from it’d been semi-parted.

“Hi, my name is Kim Taehyung,” he taps his heels together and extends his hand out. As he swoops into a bow, you can’t help the giggle the bubbles up at the silly scene before you. Gently placing your hand in his, you watch with wide eyes as he brings it to his lips. Planting a soft kiss to your knuckles, he looks up at you from behind his hair. “And you are?”

At this point, you’ve realized that there’s no stopping the mad blush crawling up your neck. Attempting to shake it off with a laugh, you shake your head.

“Are you lost or something?”

Taehyung gasps, stepping back and nearly tumbling down the stairs. “C’mon!” He groans, his smile never faltering. “I was trying to be classy!”

Shrugging, you grab your bag equipped with the essentials (keys, chapstick, mints...more mints), and lock the door behind you. Linking your arm through Taehyung’s and delighting in the momentary surprise that graces his features, you smile up at him.

“Where to, Mr. Kim?”

“Ah! That’s better.” The two of you make it to the car, Taehyung opening the passenger side before hustling over to the driver’s side. Once he’s in and buckled up, he answers your question. “Choose a number between one and ten.” Coming to stop at a stop sign, he looks to you expectantly.

“One.”

He raises his brows, making a show of turning the blinker on to signal turning right. “Good choice. We’ll get there in about...twelve minutes.” You nod, smiling softly. “How have you been?”

“Good. It’s been weird, not getting to hang out with everyone,” you admit. Tae hums in agreement.

“Yeah, it’s been weird not seeing you around the house. What have you been up to?”

The two of you get lost in conversation, relating your most recent horror stories from work or your classes. Taehyung listens raptly, snorting when you mention that you considered bringing your homework with you on the date.

“Seriously!” You laugh. “There’s so much of it. I swear, my professors have all ganged up on me.”

Tae turns into a closed off parking lot, swiping a small card in front of the monitor and pulling forward when the gates swing open. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t. Hopefully I keep you entertained enough to keep you from doing homework,” he teases.

You gape at the huge building before you, the architectural design enough to have your mouth running dry. It looks like it was taken straight out of ancient Greece, the pillars stretching up high and boasting chiseled divots. Leading to the entrance is a path of hanging wisteria, the soft purple petals swaying in the breeze.

In fact, if you hadn’t currently been sitting in a car that was definitely a product of the 21st century, you would have thought that you’d accidentally time-traveled.

Taehyung’s soft chuckle brings you back to reality, and you watch as he throws the car in park and rushes around to open your door before you even have time to twitch a muscle. You find yourself torn between gaping at the building and the man in front of you, as he extends a hand out to you and pulls you out of the car.

“What is this place?” You ask, afraid to even blink for fear of everything disappearing. Tae gently links your arm through his, which in retrospect was probably a good idea. Heaven knows you’re at risk of wandering off and never returning.

The evening sky does wonders for Taehyung, the sleepy golden sunlight settling over him. “It’s a project that’s been in the works for a long time, actually. They’re bringing together different artworks - some are replicas that they’ve been permitted to use - from all over the world. The best of the best, all in one place.” He runs a hand through his hair, looking up as you enter the small tunnel of hanging wisteria. “It’s not open to the public yet, they just finished moving the final pieces last week.”

You blink, looking up at one of your closest friends with awe. Squeezing his arm, you take a moment to pause and look around at all the beautiful wisteria.

“I’m friends with some of the curators here,” Tae explains when he catches your eye. “They said we could have a look around...if you want to…?”

In response, you wiggle out of his grasp and take off toward the entrance, Taehyung laughing and hurrying after you.

The art museum is, in a word, massive. The two of you fall into a companionable silence as you take in the artwork, occasionally wandering away from each other to get a closer look at something. Every so often Taehyung will call your name, motioning for you to look at a piece he especially likes.

There’s a point where Taehyung is trying to explain the difference between the replicas and the real oil paintings. “See, this one doesn’t have the same kind of sheen, so it’s obviously fake.” He reaches out to touch it, but freezes as soon as his fingers touch the painting.

“What?” You ask, craning your neck to see. He turns to face you with a horrified expression.

“It’s real.”

You choke a laugh, seeing the way he slowly removes his hands from the painting as though afraid to set off a bomb. “You’re joking.”

He shakes his head, looking up and down the hallway before whispering to you. “Run. They’ll kill me if they find out that I touched that thing with my bare hands. It’s like...three hundred years old or something.”

“Wha-”

“Split up!” He hisses, taking off down the opposite end of the corridor. Heart pounding even as you laugh, you run the other way. Taehyung’s laugh bounces off the walls, only making you laugh even more.

It doesn’t take long before the sun has dipped below the horizon and the two of you find yourselves in a spot dedicated to different sculptures. Sitting down on the bench in front of them, you realize just how long you’ve been up and running around.

“Wow,” you breathe out, Taehyung grunting in agreement. “So you weren’t caught?”

“Not yet, at least.” He fidgets a little beside you before speaking again. “Actually, there’s one more thing left to do here.”

You glance over at him, delighted to see that his hair has somehow grown even fluffier over the course of the date. “What is it?”

“Let me show you.” He hops up, leading the way to the end of the corridor. He enters a small room that’s completely empty save for a white backdrop and a camera.

He walks to the camera, making sure it’s on before gesturing for you to walk before the backdrop.

“Think of it like one giant photo booth,” he explains. “Pose, and I’ll choose a backdrop for you.”

You chew on your lip, feeling a little awkward as you stand before the camera. “What should I do? I’m not used to people taking pictures of me.”

Taehyung frowns. “What do you mean? I take pictures of you all the time.”

Against the start white backdrop, there’s no chance he doesn’t see your blush. “No, er...not like that. I’m not used to posing.”

“Oh.” He steps back, crossing his arms. “Just...smile?”

He snaps a few photos before rushing over to a small printer. You wander over as well, laughing when you see what’s become of your photos.

There you are, smiling awkwardly where Mona Lisa usually sits in her painting. “Oh, that’s horrible.”

“Da Vinci would love it,” Taehyung objects.

“Here, I’ll take your picture.” You run over to the camera while Taehyung steps up front, placing both hands on his hips while looking off into the distance. Selecting the ‘Starry Night’ background, you take the picture.

“Oooh, very nice!” Tae croons when he sees the photo. “But I want both of us in this.”

“What do you mean, both? There’s only enough room for one-”

“We’ll make it work,” Taehyung says as he drags you in front of the camera. Fiddling with it for a moment, he turns back to you. “Ok, it’s set to take four photos in a row. Stay still.”

“How are you going to…?” Your words fade out as a light in the camera begins to blink, counting down. Taehyung comes around you, slipping his arms around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

Just as the camera flashes for the first photo, Taehyung decides to try his hand at tickling you mercilessly.

You squeal, trying to get away but unable to as Tae keeps his iron-like grip on you. “Stay still!” He scolds in a serious tone, even as a smile is pushing its way onto his lips.

“S-stop!” You can hardly breathe as the attack continues and the camera flashes again. “Tae! You horrible human being-”

Suddenly he drops the attack, standing up straight and smiling at the camera. You take the opportunity just as the final flash goes off to shove him, laughing maniacally. He shouts, stumbling backward dramatically. Taking the temporary distraction to your advantage, you hurry over to where the pictures are being printed. As each photo comes out, you can hardly hold back your laughter.

Picking up the first photo, taken just as Taehyung had decided to attack you, you turn around to face him. “Look at how evil you look here!”

He saunters over, a lazy smile on his face. “Oh-ho, classic.”

Sure enough, the other photos are just as entertaining, although you can’t help but groan at the second photo which shows you with a mixture of laughter and annoyance as Taehyung fights a smile. “Oof, this one isn’t the most flattering…”

“Does that mean I get to keep it?” Taehyung asks quietly, taking the photo from your hands and looking at it closely. “You look cute.”

You blink, but shrug it off. Taehyung has always been a bit more forthcoming with his flirtatious manner, but it’s just now that you realize there was actually some sort of truth behind all of those silly remarks over the past few years.

Huh.

Taehyung checks the time, looking up at you with wide eyes. “Oh, we have to hurry!”

“Why?” You manage to ask before Taehyung takes off in a brisk walk. He grabs your hand, giving you no choice but to try to keep up.

He doesn’t directly answer your question. “You brought your T-money, right?”

“Yeah...but why?”

“Why do I feel like we’re going to get in trouble for this?”

“We won’t. I will.” Taehyung doesn’t look the least bit bothered as he slips a hat on over his hair. “That is, if we get caught.”

“So no pressure.” You say sarcastically, wishing you had some sort of invisibility cloak.

You never knew that the subway could be such a rush. It’s a Saturday night, people are filing in and out of the Subway at a rapid pace as they chat jovially together. Taehyung keeps his head down, attempting to blend in and completely failing.

“Tae, you’re going to be recognized.”

He shrugs. “I do this all the time. Hasn’t happened yet.”

You furrow your brows. “You do? I had no idea.”

“It’s nice to pretend to be normal every once in a while,” he confesses, looking down at his phone. “Just don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret I’ve managed to keep for years.”

“I won’t. Promise.”

Pulling up the timer app on his phone, he grins mischievously at you. “Ok. We have 60 minutes to get to three different places.” He holds up his phone for you to see. “First, we’re going to that night market you hit up all the time to get Tteok-bokki, which you love probably way too much-”

“Hey! It’s a healthy obsession!” You defend yourself, only earning an eyebrow raise in return.

“Whatever you say, weirdo. Then, we’re going to that walnut shop - you know the one at the end of the line?”

“We’re going to a walnut shop?”

“Yeah. Namjoon’s got this new obsession with them, so I promised I’d pick some up for him”

You snort. “Ok, and the last spot?”

Taehyung lowers his phone, toggling the timer to 60 minutes and looking at you and chuckling. “It’s a surprise. You ready?”

“Wait, how on earth are we supposed to get to all of these places within an hour?” You ask, incredulous. “Especially if we’re stopping to eat or buy stuff?”

Finger hovering over the start button, Taehyung looks around the busy subway station. “We hurry.” With that, he links his hand with yours and begins the timer. “Run!”

Taking off like thieves on the run, you swipe your T-money card and hurtle past the barrier, rushing to see which line to take. “It’s the red line, right?” You ask, roles switching as it’s now you dragging Taehyung behind you. “Hurry! It’s already here!”

Rushing over to where the red line train is just pulling in, you leap through the doors as soon as they open. Taehyung is right behind you, and the two of you stand off to the side with your faces down and trying to hide your giggles. He leans down to whisper something in your ear, your head automatically tilting to hear him better.

“Keep an eye out for our stop,” he urges, squeezing your hand. You nod, remaining on high alert even as you’re bursting with excitement. You know that if anybody found out that you and Taehyung were out here, looking very much like a couple, you would be toast.

The rush goes straight to your head, pumping you full of adrenaline as your stop approaches. A thought hits you, and you hurry to voice it before you have to jump out and run.

“How are we going to get you through the night market without being recognized?”

“Oh,” Taehyung angles his body toward the door, preparing. “I talked with the owner of the stall you go to. He promised to have the food ready and waiting for us, we just have to meet him in the back.”

You still have no idea how you’re going to make it through the market without being recognized, but there’s no more time for questions as the train slows to a stop and the doors slide open. In a single heartbeat the two of you leap out and take off toward the stairs that will lead you out into the night air.

It’s embarrassing just how much you’re panting by the time you reach the top of the stairs, but you shrug it off as you see the huge crowd mulling outside of the market. Without giving you a single second to doubt, Taehyung plunges into the crowd.

The two of you weave in and out, a startled laugh coming from you as the two of you pass by a stall filled with BTS merchandise. Taehyung hesitates for a moment, almost looking like he wants to stop in, but thinks better of it.

The people around you are so focused on the different stalls and their night out that they pay you no mind as you pass by, bumping into people with every step you take. If only they knew that it was Kim Taehyung bumping into them.

He never lets go of your hand as you make your way to your favorite food stall, for fear of losing you in the crowd. Glancing back at you, Taehyung shouts above the din.

“It’s been almost eight minutes!”

You nod, once again wondering how on earth you’re going to make it to all the places Taehyung has planned. Your mouth runs a little dry as you see the long line of people waiting at the food stall, all of them wanting a taste of the delicious tteok-bokki. Going in a wide circle around the crowd, the two of you end up behind the stall where it’s surprisingly empty.

Taehyung wraps on the back entrance, loud enough to be heard over the loud night. A moment later an elderly man sticks his head out, eyes crinkling with a smile as he sees the two of you.

“Ah, I was just wondering when you’d be showing up! Let me grab your order.” He winks at you guys before disappearing back into the little stall. You take a moment to breathe, looking up at the starry sky. Taehyung joins you, smiling softly.

“Why 60 minutes?” You ask quietly. Taehyung shrugs.

“I make this run whenever I can,” he responds quietly. “I’ve never been able to do it in less than an hour. Thought that it’d be fun to try to break the record with you.”

You laugh quietly. “How come I didn’t know that about you? Why didn’t you invite me before?”

Taehyung runs a hand through his hair, his other hand still hanging loosely in yours. “The pact.” When you look at him with a confused expression, he goes on. “Think about it: have you ever hung out with any of us just one on one? At least, intentionally?”

You frown, running through your memories. “I mean, yeah, but-”

“Intentionally, though.”

Automatically your thoughts run to the memory of Hobi and that night you’d vented in his car for a solid two hours, tears running down your face. Or that time you’d gone shopping with Taehyung, that was intentional wasn’t it?

“We went shopping that one time,” you say.

“Yeah, but that was an emergency of sorts. Remember? You’d spilled on your shirt and had an interview for your internship soon,” he reminds you. “I took you shopping and dropped you off after.”

You remember that, but there were other times that you just spent time with one of the boys on purpose, right? Taehyung sees your thoughts, giving you another example.

“And that time you sat and talked with Hobi in his car for hours? He’d seen you walking and offered to give you a ride. That obviously wasn’t planned.”

You blink. “How did you know about that?”

Taehyung turns a little pink under the starlight, realizing that he wasn’t supposed to know that. “Hey, it’s not my fault. He wouldn’t shut up about it. But that’s not the point!” He quickly tries to backtrack, mussing his hair yet again.

“Right,” you sigh. “So what does that have to do with the pact? And what does the pact have to do with you and this weird route of yours?” You laugh, Taehyung chuckling nervously along with you.

He opens his mouth to respond, but at that moment the door opens and the same old man appears with a bag of your food. “Here you go!” He happily hands it over to Taehyung, who thanks him and hands him the money and thanks him profusely. You also thank him, smiling warmly.

As soon as the door shuts again, Taehyung is leading you back out into the crowd. He keeps a firm grip on the food, and you stare at it longingly. The two of you manage to make it out of the crowd without any complications, except for the fact that you had to drag Tae away from the merchandise booth.

Descending the stairs to the subway, you glance over at the food again. “Are we gonna eat that, or…?”

He squints at the screen that shows the different lines and arrival times. “We have four minutes before the yellow line gets here.” Stopping at the bottom of the stairs and standing off to the side, he hands you your food, chuckling as you tear into it. He shares it with you, devouring the food at an alarming rate.

It’s embarrassing to say that the two of you finish it with thirty seconds to spare.

“Wow,” you groan, rubbing your stomach as Tae throws the container away. “We’re messed up.”

He chuckles at you, checking the timer. “That, we are. But it was good, right?”

“Ugh, so good. I swear, that place is magic.”

This time, instead of running to the platform, you waddle. You get there just before the doors close, sliding in between the door and pole, which you cling to. Taehyung stands across from you, resting against the pole as well and smiling.

“Ready to go buy some walnuts?”

The question has you giggling. “Definitely.”

You fall into a comfortable silence, waiting for your stop to arrive. The walnut shop sits on the other end of the line, one of the final stops. It takes a few minutes to get there, each second ticking down. Once there’s only one stop left before you have to get off, you ask Taehyung to check the timer.

He raises his brows. “We’re making pretty good time. Thirty minutes left.”

“Nice!” You give him a high five, smiling simply because he is. “Let’s get these walnuts!”

Nevermind the fact that people listening in to your conversation think you’re crazy.

Once you make it to your stop, the two of you settle for a brisk walk rather than running. Together, you walk down the street hand in hand while trying to find the walnut shop.

“You never finished explaining that thing about the pact,” you recall. You’d nearly forgotten amongst the rush of eating and the sleepy subway ride after. Taehyung glances down at you, almost looking a little bummed out that you remembered.

“Oh...right.” He stops on the corner and presses the crosswalk sign. “Well, that’s one of the things about the pact. I never invited you to come along with me because I couldn’t. It doesn’t allow for intentional one-on-one activities.”

“You know how weird that is, right?”

He snorts. “Yeah, I know. But that’s how it is, I guess. All of those other times you were with any of us, alone, it wasn’t on purpose. It just worked out like that. You know, something about keeping everything even. And, spending too much time alone with you would probably lead to breaking the pact.”

Nodding, you tuck this information away for further examination. “Sounds like you guys thought of everything.”

“Almost.”

“Ok,” you begin to cross the quiet street, this side of Seoul starkly different in comparison with the busy night market. “So what does this route have to do with any of that? Why did you even start doing this in the first place? It’s...all over the place.”

Taehyung chews on the inside of his cheek. “Well...oh! We’re here!”

You roll your eyes as Taehyung bounds up the stairs of the walnut shop, which appears to be nearly closed. Why they’re still open at this time of night is beyond you. Do they really have people coming out to buy walnuts at all hours of the night?

The little shop is warm, and the young girl behind the counter looks anything but shocked as Taehyung enters. She immediately leans down to grab a small bag, placing it in front of her.

“Just the one bag?”

You pause to wonder just how many times Taehyung has frequented this shop for the employees to be so familiar with him. The thought makes you smile, picturing Taehyung sneaking in here late at night just to feed Namjoon’s odd walnut addiction.

“Just the one should be fine,” Tae responds, looking at you over his shoulder with a warm look. You don’t notice it, lost in your own thoughts as you wander over to a display.

Once he’s finished with the transaction, he wanders over to you. “Looks like we might just make it.”

You turn around, looking at him expectantly. “How much time is left?”

“Sixteen minutes. Let’s go,” he holds out his arm for you, which you rest your hand on the inner crook of his elbow. Bidding the girl goodnight, the two of you wander back out into the night.

“Soooo...where to next?”

Taehyung shakes his head. “I told you, it’s a surprise.”

The subway on this end of the city is much less crowded, it’s easy to find the blue line and hop on. You realize that you’re heading back to a stop fairly close to the night market, which makes you wonder.

“Why’d we go to the end of the line before this?” You ask. “It would’ve been much quicker to go here second.”

“Because,” Taehyung sits beside you, stretching his legs out. “It’s a spot that you can’t rush in. It’s meant to be the final destination.”

Giggling a little, you nudge him. “That sounds a little morbid.”

The Han River glistens from your viewpoint atop the bridge. Sitting next to Taehyung, your feet dangling off the edge, you take a deep breath.

“I see why this had to be the final stop,” you say as you breathe out. The entire Han River lays at your feet, the city lights bouncing off the surface and creating a dazzling atmosphere to rival that of the stars above you. People walk along the edge or ride bikes, their small figures making you realize just how high up you are.

“Mmm,” Taehyung hums beside you. He leans back, glancing over at you as you take in the view. “This is always the last stop.”

You take a moment to allow the sounds of the night wrap around you, tilting your head up to the stars and watching them wink down at you. A profound contentment settles over you, a smile playing on your lips.

“And my last question?” You mumble out. “What’s so special about this route?”

The quiet moment seems to be enough to urge Taehyung to finally answer you. He sits up, admiring the way you look, sitting here on top of the world.

“About a year ago, we all talked about the normal, everyday things you like to do. What we would like to do.”

“I remember,” you muse. “You guys were talking about what you’d do if you weren’t famous. Romanticizing the mediocre.”

“Right.” He slings his arms over the railing, looking out over the people enjoying their Saturday night. “You talked about how you always go to that night market to get tteok-bokki. You basically swore by that one stall, it was hilarious. But you looked so...I don’t know, I just remember thinking, I’ve never seen someone so happy about some cheap night market food. But it made me happy. And then you said that you like to grab your food and head out to the Han River. Enjoy the evening with some good food and a view.”

A slight breeze picks up, ruffling Taehyung’s hair. He hardly notices, wearing an adorable look of concentration as he continues. “And that just seemed...I don’t know, it became this thing for me. Those late nights at work or when we were away, I’d always stop and wonder if you’d gotten to do what made you so happy. But then, I realized that it wasn’t enough for me to just sit and wonder. I wanted to- I wanted...to be there with you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you catch sight of the faraway look in his eyes. How many times had he stopped and wondered if you had gotten to do something that made you happy? Sitting beside this man who is such a force for good, you find that you are entirely out of your element.

“So, whenever I had a chance in the evenings, I’d make up an excuse about picking up some more walnuts for Namjoon’s stash, and I’d head out. They told me to be back in an hour, hence the sixty minutes. But I’d take the train to the night market, go straight to that stall and pick up some tteok-bokki. I knew that I couldn’t just call you up and ask to go with you, and I was kind of selfish and didn’t want the other guys to come along. It was...I don’t know, I wanted it to be our thing. So I’d go there and hope I’d run into you. Make it look like an accident, so we could hang out. Just the two of us.” He laughs quietly to himself. “I sound like a stalker, don’t I?”

You only manage to shake your head, at a complete loss for words. Taehyung continues on, feeling the need to get it all out.

“In my mind, I thought that it would at least take you about fifteen or so minutes to get from the night market to the Han, so I’d run down to grab the walnuts and then head up here,” he gestures to the bridge. “And I’d look out and see if I could spot you. Maybe run down to meet you, pretending to bump into you. Give me...an excuse to see you.”

Taehyung glances over at you for a minute, looking a little embarrassed. You stare back, the shock evident on your face.

“Really?” It’s the only word you manage to get out. He smiles gingerly, huffing out a breath.

“Really. Does it creep you out?”

You snort, scooting over a little closer. Taehyung instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“No.”

“No?”

Taking a deep breath, you take a leap. “Am I allowed to tell you that I sometimes wished I’d run into you?”

Taehyung tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, looking at you with an indescribable emotion. “I don’t think you should.”

You frown. “Why not?”

The moon and the stars as your only witness, Taehyung gives you a long look before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. He lingers for a few seconds, his warm lips reminding you of spring after a bitter winter.

When he pulls away, he gazes down at you and you just know that he’s memorizing this moment. Tucking it away for a rainy day, similar to the rain clouds behind his eyes. “I’m scared of hoping.”

In the span of five syllables, he’s completely shattered your heart. It’s now that you recognize that look in his eyes.

How many nights has he sat up here, waiting for you to come along? Hoping that you’d bump into him at the night market, delighted to see him?

Hope can be just as devastating as it is uplifting.

Taehyung sees how you’re dying to reassure him, dying to just give your heart over to him at that moment. He knows it, sees how it could play out. But before you can open your mouth, he’s stopping you.

“For now, let’s just enjoy the view and try to stay warm,” he murmurs, pulling you impossibly closer. You rest your head against his shoulder, heart still aching from his small confession. “Don’t worry, jagiya. Just remember to have fun, ok? You’ve still got five dates, don’t forget that.”

How could you?

Time ticks by all too quickly as the two of you remain snuggled up together atop the bridge. Eventually you fall into a quiet conversation, Taehyung chatting happily about how he had a mini crisis on night when he came on this route and Namjoon complained about having not finished the walnuts from last night. He’d had to find some other sort of enticing treat that would act as a cover for him.

“When it comes down to it,” he says as the two of you enter the subway and find a seat. “I didn’t want the boys to find out, because I didn’t want them to think I was going behind their backs. They all deserve a chance, and me trying to find a way to bend the rules wouldn’t have gone over well.”

You marvel at how perfectly his hand fits in yours, sighing contentedly as the subway rumbles on. “You always have been a rule-breaker.”

You’re exhausted from having run all over Seoul, nearly falling asleep as you get back to Taehyung’s car. He grins at you, turning on the heater and beginning the drive back to your apartment. Your eyes struggle to remain open, slipping closed every few seconds.

“Sleep, jagiya,” Taehyung urges. “I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

“N-no,” you say between yawns. “I’m fine.”

Taehyung chuckles to himself when you fall asleep about thirty seconds later. The sound drifts into your dreams, where you dream of art museums and the Han river.

Needless to say, you’re a bit disappointed to be woken up from your beautiful dream when Taehyung opens up the passenger side door and crouches before you. He can’t help but laugh at how adorable you look, completely disoriented and staring at him like you can’t quite place where you’ve seen him before.

“Hey,” he whispers. “We’re home.”

Gently unbuckling your seatbelt, Taehyung helps you out of the car and only continues to laugh as you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your head in his chest.

“I’m so tired,” you groan. “I wanna go to bed.”

“Well, you can. You just have to unlock your door first, jagi.”

Somehow, in your half-asleep state you manage to fish your keys out of your bag. Taehyung helps you unlock the door, swooping in to help you when you nearly trip over your doorway.

“Woah, watch where you’re going,” he teases. Suddenly the world turns sideways as Tae places his hands under your knees and around your waist, literally sweeping you off your feet. “How about we get you to bed in one piece?”

Some small, semi-conscious part of your brain is currently screaming about how embarrassing yet attractive this entire situation is, but for the life of you, you can’t tell why. Instead, you opt to nuzzle in a little closer to Tae’s sweater as he uses his foot to kick the door shut.

“I love this sweater,” you mumble, eyes falling shut again. “You look so good in this sweater, did you know that?”

“Oh...thanks. And yes, that’s why I wore it.”

You hiss, swatting at his chest. “That was very narcissistic of you.”

“You’re too tired to walk, but you’re using words like narcissistic?” He shoots back. Making his way through the dark house, he enters your room and sets you down on the edge of the bed. You sit up straight, watching as his silhouette turns on your bedside lamp. Squinting at him, he crouches down before you, resting a light hand on your knee.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“You’re welcome,” he whispers back. “You need anything before I go?”

Always finding a way to push the limits, you smirk down at him. “Are kisses really off-limits- ow!” You rub your knee where he just flicked it, appalled at him as he straightens up.

“Don’t get greedy,” he teases with a raised brow. Heading out of the room, he turns back to look at you from the doorway. “Goodnight.”

It’s this moment that you memorize. The way the light from the lamp barely reaches him, his dark hair a little messy and a tired smile on his face. The way he leans up against your door, looking for all the world like he belongs here.

“Goodnight, Tae.”

Your ears strain to hear his footsteps, a fissure forming in your heart as you hear him closing the door and driving off into the night. Eventually, sleep takes over.

Even as you dream, the feeling of being wrapped up in Taehyung’s arms while sitting above the Han River lingers.

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seodami · 3 years

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Our story | LSM

Part 2

This is our story. From the day we met till the day we part. Black on white, our most precious moments, never leaving us. I love your forever.

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Genre: Fluffffff

Warnings: none

Word count: 2271

Pairing: Idol!Lee Seokmin x fashion student reader

Note: Here is the second part and I have to say I really enjoyed writing this, imagining how easy and funny it must be to talk to DK :)) what would I do to talk to him once :’) Enjoy!

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You both were frozen in your tracks for a moment, you still panicking about what to say or do and him wondering why there was a stranger in his kitchen.

Seokmin hadn’t been feeling well since yesterday evening so since he was feeling even worse this morning, Seungcheol and his manager wanted him both to stay home for at least today until he felt better. He wasn’t exactly keen on staying in an empty apartment alone all day, especially when he wanted to be a part of their schedule. It often made him feel lonely and miss his members. It was stupid honestly, he thought. He saw them everyday and often needed his alone time at times, but he still felt so empty without anyone around.

He was still sleeping when he faintly heard the doorbell ring. Yet he thought it was just in his dream. But when he soon later slowly woke up due to noices from the kitchen, Seokmin wondered if their aunty might have come and would make him a warm soup for his sore throat.

So with still messy hair and puffy face, he made his way over to the kitchen with tiny steps, just to be greeted by a strange face of a girl he never saw.

“O-oh my god. I’m so sorry. I thought no one was home?” You stuttered out totally embarrassed to actually be caught. That was your doom day. Dokyeom found the rambling rather endearing, yet he cautiously made his way over to the kitchen aisle, you were working on.

It took you by huge surprise how handsome and cute this man could look at the same time. Were all idols this pretty?

“Uhm... hi... I don’t want to sound rude but I really... have no idea who you are.” The boy a few feet away from you came to an halt. His voice was a tad hoarse and he sounded a bit sick. He let out a shy chuckle, clearly feeling somewhat uncomfortable in this situation.

Little did you know, the little voice in his head was laughing at him how ridiculous and ugly he must’ve looked with his bare face right after bed. Seokmin had always had his insecurities about his body or face. He never seemed to fully like the way he looked. He would cringe so much looking back at his old childhood pictures, when he had a few pounds too much on him. It just never dawned him how his fans would call him handsome. Most of the times he would just smile and thank them but never really accepting their compliments, thinking it must be the good make up or the stylish hair. Yes, that must be it.

And now standing in front of a pretty woman, he felt it in every fibre of his body and it made him unbelievably uncomfortable.

“Oh... Right... I am Oh Jangmi’s daughter. Nice to meet you.” You quickly muttered, not daring to look him in his eyes for more than a second. You bowed as you typically did, seeing him bow as well.

“Oh aunties daughter? She told us a lot about you. Nice to finally meet you. I’m Dokyeom.” His uncomfortable face was immediately replaced by the brightest smile, you had ever seen. You swear, in that moment, your heart melted in an instant. You heard your heart beating loudly in your ears, unable to grasp this mans beauty. Never ever have you seen such a dazzling smile in person.

“Is aunty not coming today?” He asked curiously leaning against the other side of the aisle. He was way too close for your liking. And you were definitely still panicking. This man was more than gorgeous.

You shook your head, noticing his hoarse voice. “No unfortunately s-she broke her foot on the way here and went to the hospital. So she... asked me to step in for her. She will be coming tomorrow again though.” You completed your sentence while only taking short glances at the male in front of you, who was giving you 100% of his attention. You were more than flustered.

A worried expression replaced his smile. “Oh no... is she alright?” Your heart made a small jump.

You nodded with a small smile, fiddling with potato in your hand. He noticed and hummed. “Do you need help cooking? I mean... I’m not the best but I can chop vegetables without chopping my fingers off I guess.” He smiled at you once more. If he would keep smiling like that, you swear, you wouldn’t be able to see tomorrow.

You let out a small giggle, still denying his offer. “Ah no... it’s fine really. I’m just making jajangmyeon. And you sound like you’ve caught a cold so I won’t be bothering you with doing anything.”

You quickly placed the potato in your hand on the cutting board and started slicing it into small cubes.

“Yeah I actually did. It’s not really pleasant to be honest.” Dokyeom said before caughting in his elbow as on queue.

“Wait a second. I’m gonna make you a tea. I’m a pro in dealing with colds, trust me.” You insisted, already reaching for the water boiler to fill it up with fresh water.

“Thank you. You really don’t have to though.” He giggled coughing again.

“No I want to. I’m sure you will feel better after this tea. I made it every time my siblings were ill.” You smiled at him, feeling already a tad more comfortable with this man, you literally just met.

Seokmin took a seat in one of the high chairs on his side of the kitchen aisle while watching you chop the vegetables. He noticed how soft your hair looked like, falling gently onto your face. He took his phone out to check his messages. There were just a few from his manager about their usual schedule and some silly messages in their group chat. He softly giggled reading through all of them, wondering how he even got friends like this.

You couldn’t help stealing short glances here and there at the beautiful man, noticing how he swept his fluffy bed hair with one hand out of his face. Something about him was immensely attractive and you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was. But hell no, you were not going to develop a crush on a man you literally met one time. Nope. All idols would probably have this effect on you, right? They weren’t idols without a reason.

Soon enough you finished Dokyeoms tea with a last pinch of fresh mint leaves and handed it over to him with a smile. He thanked you, white teeth showing and crescent eyes forming. Melting, definitely melting.

“Wow... It’s very good.” He carefully slurped from the warm tea. You sent him a bright smile, deep down thanking your tea making skills you’ve even improved thanks to your job at the café. That was definitely a pro from working there.

“I sometimes work in a small café, so I had plenty of time to practice. I probably could make you every drink you want.” You laughed while taking out a frying pan to avoid his interested eyes following your every movement.

His laugh mused in with yours. “I always wanted to know someone, who could just magically let all the drinks I wanted appear in my kitchen. Thank god I stayed at home today.”

You both were pleasantly surprised how easy talking to each other was. There was a spark of fun in your conversation, which you both couldn’t get enough of. There weren’t many people you knew, If any, who you just clicked with so easily. It was definitely weird but you liked it.

“The food will still take a bit so you are free to make one more drink wish.” You chuckled, glancing over at Dokyeom leaning his head in the palm of his hand.

A genuine smile was displayed across his lips. “Mhh I have to think, this is a very important desicion, I don’t want to make a mistake.” You both snickered in unison. My god, how were you getting along so well with him?

“Alright, you still have exactly 28 minutes and a half to decide.”

“How generous, I will think about it.” His smile was even brighter now, it was impossible not to smile. There was just something about it that gave you an enormous serotonin boost and transformed you into one of these giggly anime Highschool girls. The bad thing was, you didn’t even remember acting that was after experiencing such a rush of being in his proximity. You liked it more than you could have imagined.

However, this was just the starting point of your wholesome conversation this day. It all just came so naturally, you nearly forgot to keep cooking. Seokmin on his side felt incredibly happy compared to his usual happy demeanor. He truly enjoyed your back and forth conversations and he felt greatly satisfied, seeing a bright smile or hearing you laugh because of his comments. It was at times like this when he remembered how much he missed talking to new people, especially when the two of you were obviously on the same wave length. He kept forgetting that he probably shouldn’t talk that much when he was sick but he just couldn’t stop, even if you mentioned it more than three times already. He enjoyed it that much.

You two talked about funny stories of your mom, ridiculous ones of the other members (you really wouldn’t have expected an idol group to be this funny) and also about your own interests, hobbies and families. You snorted when he told you how their trio Booseoksoon sang one of their songs at his sisters wedding in order to make the married couple kiss. The more you got to know each other, the more you forgot how time actually flied.

He even begged you to stay and eat with him when you finally finished cooking, which you hesitantly accepted after seeing his pleading puppy look. What did you get yourself into?

While eating, you told him excitedly about your new fashion projects, you were working on. He was more than hooked listening to every detail. He always loved it when people told him about their passion and he could clearly see that this was yours with how vivid your eyes were beaming and how big your smile grew. It secretly increased the warmth in his heart more and more.

It was the same look he had on his face as he told you about his fans, their next album preparations and the amazing concerts all around the world. You just loved listening to him, even though you both probably finished eating since over an hour already. Sitting so close to him while looking at his dark shining eyes made your brain just automatically foggy.

It only was when your friend and roommate Minji called to ask where you were for your groups project meeting, that you realised how long you actually let yourself swaying in Dokyeoms presence. You were already over half an hour late to your meeting.

You quickly told her you were on your way and hung up, while carrying the plates to the sink. Seokmins sad eyes followed you as he stood up to help you. “You have to go?” He asked immediately, now standing next to you, taking the plates out of your hands, while towering a good piece over you.

You nodded with a sad smile, suddenly feeling every effect he had on you even stronger.

“Yeah I’m sorry. I already stayed way too long. My group is going to kill me.” You tried joking. He chuckled, searching for your eyes.

Seokmin knew when he was interested in a person and it even was obvious for him that you sparked a deep interest inside of him after today. He just knew he wanted to see you again.

“I really enjoyed talking to you. It’s rare to have such a nice conversation. I literally forgot time.” His rich chocolate eyes met yours. “Yeah, I feel the same...” you chocked out, heart beating way too fast again. What was it with your heart today?

“Are you coming over again or...?” He asked almost timidly while fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He looked adorable. Absolutely adorable.

You sent him a shy smile, shrugging your shoulders. “Maybe... I am kind of busy this month because of work and university. But... I would love to talk to you again.” A sudden wave of confidence hit you and took even you by surprise.

A sigh of relief was heard from his side and you giggled. “Thank god. I really wanted to ask you for your phone number.”

God he really was adorable. Such a cutie.

With a grin, you searched for a piece of paper and a pen nearby and quickly scribbled your number onto it. You really had no worry about him being secretly a creep so why not.

“Here you go. Oh and I still didn’t make you your second free drink, so make sure to text me with your order.” There you both went into a giggling mess again.

“Will do. It’s all I’m thinking about.”

So after swiftly cleaning the plates together and saying goodbye and also telling him to get better soon, you made your way out of the building with such an energy, you had no idea where it came from. But you loved how you felt after spending time with Dokyeom. And you were definitely looking forward to your next meeting.

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alleycatmimi · 4 years

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✿ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

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Min Yoongi × reader;

idol!au;

↬ ⓌⒶⓇⓃⒾⓃⒼⓈ: swearing, smut, fingering(f), blowjob, dirty talk, choking, spanking, fingers sucking, pet play, bdsm themes, AGUST D (I'VE WARNED YOU), MINT HAIR YOONGI, some violence(not much tho), daddy kink, some praising kink, nipple play, overstimulation, protected sex;

↬ Genre: idol!au, fluff, smut, lil angst(not.much.of.it), NSFW, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, idol!yoongi, idol!reader, model/actor! seokjin, manager!namjoon, dance teacher!hoseok, fanboy!jungkook, makeup artist!taehyung, kendo trainer!jimin;

↬ Words count: 11k+ (I am sorry, but it has 3k of smut :') )

↬ Description: One party. One glare. One song. Two hearts. Two idols. A collaboration who will change the lifes of both of you, but not only professional.

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" Somewhere in the rain.

When the stars are gone,

Covered by the heavy clouds,

My eyes are still holding back the pain,

And my heart is shameless plain,

Plain by someone

Who used to hold my hand

And danced with me under the rain."

The uproar, the clink of the crystal glasses, full of expensive wine, or golden champagne, the laugh of the guests from the corners of the bright, elegant and luxurious room, everything faded away when she stepped on the beautifully arranged stage. To Yoongi, nothing of these counted anymore, he couldn't hear anything else, except his chaotic heart beats and her beautiful voice, ringing in his ears, making him feel like a dream he once had, floading so easily between the puffy clouds, watching the world underneath, engrossing the beautiness of it, exactly like she did.

All eyes were on her. From the moment she leaded on the stage, she captivated everyones stares, making some of them gossip and some of them to become mutes. Her pale pink dress, tight on her chest, embracing her breasts, was falling in easy waves, starting from her waist, down her thighs, reaching her knees, where the material ended. Her short hair, which was reaching her shoulders into the most beautiful bob haircut Yoongi has ever seen, was decorated with hair tinsel, making it shine into the golden light of the flood light, giving her an angelic look.

Who was her? The new idol everyone was talking about. Y/F/N, the young 19 years old, who has made her debut months ago, leaving everyone shooked by her skills in dancing and mesmerizing voice, but same time, attracting critics about her fragile age and her short trainee period: only one year.

Someone hit Yoongi's shoulder, making him move forward one step, almost dropping his refined champagne glass, on the lady in front of him, the movement snapping him back to reality, a curse leaving his parted lips. He muttered a sorry to her, ignoring the frown she offered him, his eyes returning on the stage, where Y/N was.

His heartbeats started to accelerate, panic washing over him quickly, causing his breath to incrase, chest rising and falling fast. She was not there anymore. Where was she?!

"Hey, Yoongi!" a voice called for him, almost being heard by the uproar of the part. A large hand reached Yoongi, resting on the shoulder of his Dior costume, which, by the way, was not cheap at all. (Duh) Yoongi turned his face towards the voice, though his stare was reaching over the man's shoulder, searching something, or someone, in the crowd.

"Yoongi-ah!"

It was Kim Seokjin. Looking back to his friend, Yoongi titled his head, staring at him with a frustrated stare. "Yes, hyung?" He asked, gaze trailing on the faces around the room, once more, then turning back to his friend.

"What do you think about the party?" He asked, a bright smile appearing on his handsome face.

Kim Seokjin, graduating with a degree in art and acting, in Konkuk University, he became a model and soon, a very known and loved actor, making all the girls and even boys go crazy over his appearence, acting skills and angelic voice- which he proved, once in a k-drama, when he sang a song Yoongi labeled. This is how they met.

Agust D. While Yoongi was filming for the video of his recent mixtape, Agust D 2, the Daechwita video, one of their actors announced, in the very last moment, his resignation, leaving everyone shooked and giving Yoongi a headache and palpitations.

It happened for Seokjin to be in that studio that day. He knew Yoongi very well, from all the radio channels and interviews, Agust D was such a huge model for every teenager and kid. So before Yoongi lost his mind, he decided to be an angel and since he had some hours left until the shooting started, he played the role himself.

"Are you sure you wanna do it, Kim Seokjin-ssi?" Yoongi asked, both relief and amusament playing on his face. Why was he that amused? Seokjin thought. Later on he found out why. A peasant. Him. The famous and great Kim Seokjin played a poor fisher man.

In return, Yoongi helped him with a song he urgently needed to compose for one of the k-dramas he was working at. This was the beginning of their friendship. Now, Yoongi was to his expensive party, thrown for celebrating the end of his last projects. At first, when Seokjin invited him to the party, he thought of denying him, but he knew the man way too well. There is no refuse when it comes to Kim Seokjin.

Yoongi cursed under his breath when he realised how stupid he has been, when he thought of denying the model's invitation, hours ago. Back then, he was working on some new lyrics, quickly peeking at the matching suit he chose last night. It was laid on the couch, lifeless and looking so boring, but he couldn't deny the fact he could almost hear it whispering to him, every time he was turning to his messy papers, tempting him to go and dress up.

So there he was. Still searching for her, passing Seokjin who, luckily for Yoongi, saw a couple and went for greeting them, hands already full of two new sparkly glasses of refined alcohol. Where was she?

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That night, Yoongi couldn't go to sleep easily. His dreams were full of glasses clink, laughs, pale dress folds and a melody ringing into his ears like a nostalgic echo. He was surrounded by cold places, a forest, an empty room, a car slowly drawning into the water, with him inside. He could swear he was able to feel the coldness of the water and the burn in his lungs when it filled the car completly, swallowing him into another dark place.

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Yoongi groaned, annoyed, turning around, on his stomach, burring his face further into the white pillow. It was 7 AM in the morning and he couldn't continue his sleep because of the uproar outside. This often happened in the last week. The apartment next door was getting renovated, waiting for its new owner to arrive, so he was forced to listen to the loud sounds the hammer drill was causing for the whole week, every morning, since 6 AM.

He sighed, turning on his back, the white t-shirt he was wearing lifting up enough of exposing some pale skin. He rubbed his eyes, trying to chase away his sleepy mood. He rose up to his bottom, hands travelling from his eyes to his mint hair, scratching his scalp with his bitten nails, messing his soft locks. He rolled his eyes, staring at the round clock on the white wall in front of him. 6:06 AM.

Getting up from his bed, his grey sweatpants fell downer on his hips, exposing some of his vline. He worked so hard at gym recently, that some abs already appeared on his usual fluffy stomach. Yoongi cracked his neck twice, stretching his muscles, by arching his back. Satisfied by the broken sound of his bones cracking, he made his way towards his bathroom, thinking if he should actually ask the painters next door to paint his white walls into something more vibrant. Like black.

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Yoongi got out of his bathroom, the creak of his bathroom door hurting his ears, making his headache go further. He should definetly call the bricklayers to him too, or at least, ask them kindly if they can give him some vaseline to resolve the problem of his door. He secretly hoped he will see the new owner of that stupid apartment so he can learn to ignore them for the rest of his life in that building.

Yoongi wrapped a towel around his hips, the white of his skin making his veins visible into the mirror. For a moment he thought about getting tanned but as fast as this unexpected thought popped up into his mind, it disappeared. He hates the sun. A vampire? He might be, who knows.

He made his way towards his luxurious kitchen. A knock on door made him jump in place, hand freezing half way to grab a bottle of water from his fridge. He stared at the clock. 6:42 AM, the wet bangs of his hair falling on his forhead, right under his eyes. He wasn't waiting for someone, he was sure and who could that be that idiot to visit him this early in the morning and risk on waking him up?! All of his friends knew how grumpy the mint haired man gets when he doesn't get enough of sleep.

And he was so grumpy then.

He frowned. There was a pause between knocks. The person was probably unsure if they should wake him up or not. The answer was no. They shouldn't disturb him, even if he was already up. Grabbing a bottle of water and closing the fridge, which already started to beep, anouncing him he kept it opened for too long, he made his way to his hall way, opening the door, not caring to take a look first. He swore if it was his trainer, Jimin, who came to annoy him again about his daily kendo classes, or Namjoon, his manager...

"Hi."

Yoongi's breath got caught in his throat. He grabs on the door frame, eyes wide in shock, not beliving what is happening.

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Y/F/N. She was sitting in front of Min Yoongi's door. And he was wearing nothing less but his towel around his sinful hips and his wet hair falling into his eyes. Y/N gulped down the node in her throat, letting her gaze travel down his half naked body. Licking her lips, she watched a water drop slowly making its way down the man's abdominal muscles, leaving a wet path on his abs.

Her gaze trailed up to his chest, notincing the colour of his nipples. Pink. Cute. Her eyes scanned his thick neck, up to his jaw and parted lips and finally meeting his own gaze. If the man in front of her was bothered by her staring at him like this, he said nothing, nor teased her about it. She thought he is probably used with girls staring at him like a whole snack, anyway. She frowned at this thought, prefering to shake her head, trying to not visualise an imagine of on of her favourite idols with someone else. He looked shooked actually.

His lips were parted, his eyes wide opened, his veiny hand holding on the door way, making her lick her lips once more, having to reprime a silent whimper. Damn it, why nobody told her this apartment was Agust D's apartment?!

They stared at each other for a while, not knowing what to say or do, a blush creeping on her face. As they thought like one mind, they both started to bow and greet each other, causing they heads to bang together.

"Ow!" She mumbled, holding her head, losing her balance, ready to fall on her back, right on the stairs. Yoongi's heart started to beat faster, at the thought something might happen to her. He reached for her, catching her right wrist and pulling her to him, pressing her body against his, the other hand holding into his towel like his life depended on it.

Y/N face was as red as the carpet in his living room. She ended up with both of her hands on his bare chest, their bodies pressed against each other, her legs between Yoongi's spreads one. She looked up at him, bitting her bottom lip, unsure of what she should say or do, ignoring the fast rithm of her heart which was hitting her ribs cage chaotic.

But Yoongi's cheeks were flushed as well as hers and it made her feel better. But that's whem she tried to look away, but his pink nipples were exactly under her stare. She didn't mean to stare, but they were just so cute. Getting out of his transa, he blushed more and frowned, finally finding his voice.

"Yah!" Yoongi said, moving her hands to cover his nipples with, making her look up at him in shock. "Don't stare at my nipples, Y/N-ssi, I get shy." He breathed, making her chuckle when she realised what he just said. He mentally thanked God his voice wasn't shaky at all.

"Alright, alright! Sorry!!!" She said, blushing more. She thought about getting away, but Yoongi's huge hands were holding her wrists softly, his big thumbs gently stroking the side of her own hands, sending a shiver down her spine, melting her heart.

Yoongi was staring down at her, a smile playing on his lips. "When are you going to stop staring, babygirl? Like the view?" He smirked slightly, titling his neck to the side, piercing her with his gaze. How was that possible?! This man changed from a shy lil meow meow to a predathor in no seconds.

She pulled away of him, gasping, making him chuckle lowly. Y/N mentally slapped herself for daring to come here in the first place. She even forgot why she was there, anyway. She stared at Yoongi again. He was now leaning on the door way, waiting for her answer. Y/N cleared her throat.

"I-I came here for meeting my new neighbors. I am the new owner of the apartment next door." She extended her trembling hand to him. "I am Y/F/N, but I guess you already know who I am." She said, smiling shyly and putting a strand of her hair behind her left ear.

Yoongi's stomach got filled up with some annoying butterflies, hearing what she just said. Y/F/N, the misterious girl from Seokjin's party, the one who has the voice of an angel, the one who made him not sleep the whole night thinking of how innocent she looked like, ok, it's not like earlier she was innocent, but that's another story, but she was here, in front of him, telling him she was his new neighbor.

"So you're telling me you a-are my new neighbor?!" He couldn't belive his ears. He wished his voice wasn't that unsure and shaky, but it made her giggle and smirk, seeing him frustrated like that.

"Yes! I'll move in with the love of my life in some days." Y/N said, smiling sweetly. Yoongi's jaw dropped slightly. He felt hurt. Of course she had a boyfriend already, she seemed so sweet and she was so talented. "Oh..." he said, looking down to his feet. His action brought a little satisfaction to her, it was her turn now to smirk.

"Oh well, it was nice to meet you." He said, slightly bowing his head, ready to leave and close the door, but her voice stopped him. "Do you wanna meet her???"

Wait a little. What?! Yoongi froze. The love of her life was a girl?! Wait a little, she was a lesbian?! Damn it. As hot as he had to admit it was, his mood dropped even more at the thought of having zero chances with her. Well, after all, the fact she kept on staring to his nipples didn't seem that weird anymore. He slowly covered his nipples with his hands, folding his arms to his chest.

She whisteled then. The next thing he knew was a cute white fluff ball running through the hallway of the block in the arms of her owner.

Yoongi let out a heavy breath. "I want you to meet Sasha." She said, scratching the puppy's head, making her to sweep the floor with her white and fluffy tail. So she was talking about her puppy.... Yoongi cursed himself under his breath, not beliving such a fool he was.

He stared at the girl who was petting her white bichon. She was smiling down to the little fluff ball, scratching her behind the white and fluffy ears, talking to her on a cute high pitched voice, making his heart melt under her feet. Why was he attracted to her this much? Why was his heart beating so fast while he was staring at her talking to her little pet? Why was his body trembling when he heard her giggles? Why did he get a shiver down his spine last night, hearing her singing?

"Woof!" Sasha barked, moving her way towards him, making Yoongi snap back to reality. He shook his head and smiled, ready to kneel down to pet her. "Here, little one..." he started, getting out of his apartment, causing the door to close behind him and lock itself. The little bichon had other plans, anyway. She stabbed the white material of the towel with her cute and little fangs and began pulling on it. Before Yoongi or Y/N could react, the towel fell off of his hips, leaving him naked in front of the girl.

The blood rushed in their cheeks. Yoongi covered himself fast, with both of his hands, cursing out loud. He checked her face in disperation, scared of what she might say, do or think. Great way of meeting your, apparently, new crush, Yoongi. His second reaction was to open the door to get into the darkness of his apartment and die there in awkwardness. But, the door was locked and his key card was one the coffee table of his living room. Great.

Y/N looked away of him, keeping her hand on her face side, to cover her gaze with it. The puppy was staring at both of them happily and looking so satisfied by her actions, almost like laughing of Yoongi. Yoongi frowned and hissed at her, trying to take his towel fast, but she started to run down on the stairs, still holding his towel with her fangs.

"I-I...I am so sorry!" They both said same time. Y/N laughed, an awkward laugh, in attempt to reasure Yoongi there is no problem with the fact he's naked in front of her. Beside the fact they just met, there was really no problem with him being naked.

Yoongi nodded his head hesitantly, hands still covering his man parts, holding on them as if his life depended on it. Well...

Y/N wanted to say something, something that would get them out of this situation, but she couldn't think straight anymore. She was trying to hard to not stare at him. "Y/N-ssi..." he whispered. She looked at him, trying her best to keep her eyes on his face, not...downer. "Do you think you can bring me-...."

She looked down. Covering her face, she muttered a "damn it!". Now for sure he thought she is a pervert. She started to scream and ran to her apartment, next door, closing her door behind her, leaving Yoongi there, naked.

"....- something to cover up..." he continued, sighing and cursing.

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Days passed and Y/N still couldn't stop thinking about the whole incident with her hot neighbor. Oh yeah, she was now living there, in her new apartment, having Agust D exactly beside of her. She smiled to herself, remembering how him and IU were her first idols, the first ones she picked as her models.

Yes, she saw him that night at the party, staring at her, checking her up and down. Yes, her heart started to beat so fast at the thought of him actually talking to her and yes, she wanted to talk to the man she loved once, like any other fangirl. But she had to leave the party early, since her manager told her they had to go.

She sighed, she knew how hard an idol's life is, even before she became one, but... she never thought it will actually eat up all of her free time. Sitting on her couch, she went through her Twitter page, checking up on her profile. She sighed, seeing all the hate comments. Why were them so mean to her? Even since she started as a trainee, there were persons who started to criticise her.

She sighed. Frowning, she switched on a k-pop news page. Great. Her recent break up with her ex appeared everywhere. Pics of her in front of the bar, staring at her ex, who was holding on a girl's waist, were filling the internet. Oh, how much she tried to not cry back then.

She closed her eyes remembering the scene in front of her. It was her birthday. It was her birthday and she was too busy with her career to actually celebrate it. But she tought, maybe she can go out at night, with her lovely boyfriend, even staying home would have been fine. She wouldn't mind anything if that meant she was in his arms. But when she called him, announcing him she is five minutes away of home, holding an expensive bottle of champagne and a box of strawberries covered in Belgian chocolate, he came up with an excuse. No, he wasn't at their apartment. He was out of his city, taking care of his grandma, or at least, this is what he told her. And she belived it. Because, how can't you trust your loved one? And it was about his grandma. His sweet and caring grandma.

She remembered how bad she felt back then for not coming with him, to take care of the poor lady. She had so much respect for his grandma, she is such a good person, unlike her grandson, who lied. Later that night, while she was eating alone her box of strawberries, she got a call from her friends. They wanted to take her to a bar. At first she refused, scared of the paparazzi, but decided to put on her cute black dress and go out party with her friends, at least they didn't forget about her.

Once she arrived there, her breath stopped. Getting out of the bar, was no one else, but her so called boyfriend. He was desperately clinging on a blonde's waist, almost sucking her life out of her mouth. She still remembers the tight two pieces outfit the girl had. Oh and the long black heels. Now, on her couch, she stared at the pics shivering, feeling how the nausea was starting to wash over her again. She tried to be this cute and innocent looking like person, exactly because he said he likes cute girls. He was not the sexy type himself. She really tried to change herself for someone who didn't deserve even her glare. And for what? For people pointing fingers at her, acusing that she's trying to copy IU.

Sasha came on the couch, sitting beside her thighs, resting her muzzlr against the skin of it. Y/N hummed, stroking the head of the little fluff ball, causing her to move her tail. The little puppy looked up at her, puppy huge eyes piercing hers. "I am alright, sweetheart." She said, wipping her eyes with her free hand and sniffing her nose. "I just... got emotional and don't know what to do, baby. Don't worry about mommy..." she whispered.

The puppy got up and jumped from the couch, leaving a huge pout on Y/N's face. The puppy disappeared behind the corner of the room, leaving her sighing on her cozy couch. That's when Sasha came back holding something as white as her fur. She put the cloth at her owner's feet. Y/N titled her head, confused at first. Then, when she raised the white cloth from her feet, she blushed.

"Yoongi's towel." She muttered.

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"Oh come on, Yoongi. This song is perfect for that thematic! Stop being so stubborn." His manager sipped from his cup of latte, rolling his eyes on the shirtless man, who was tuning his guitar, not paying attention to his manager. How dare he?

Yoongi's mouth formed a slightly smirk. Oh how he loved to play with people's nerves. Testing a chord with one of his long fingers, he hummed, pleasured with the sound of it. He tried all of the six chords, deciding the last one needs to be straightened a little more. Namjoon sighed. "Yoongi-ah!"

He rolled his eyes. "I know, I know, it is not straightened enough, let me just..., there you go." He said, finishing. Namjoon groaned, grabbing a pillow and planning on throwing it into Yoongi's face. Yoongi gave him a grin, a quiet giggle escaping his lips. He was ready to catch the pillow, when a knock on door followed by a bark disturbed them, making him turn his face towards the door, freezing, the pillow hitting his head.

"Jackpot!" Namjoon said, moving his fists in air dimples pocking out.

Yoongi threw him a death glare and went towards the door, his heart beating faster and faster at the sound of her voice. "Shhh, Sasha!!" He could head her nagging the puppy. A smiled bloomed on his face, when he opened the door and saw her in a loosen hoodie and shorts, making her look so cozy, adorable and yet, sexy, he had to admit.

"H-hi." She stuttered.

Yoongi's smile widened when she saw her lowering her head, avoiding his gaze. Was she blushing?

"Hi, baby." He said, teasing her. Now for sure she was blushing. Yoongi's smile transformed into a smirk. "Are you blushing, love?" He titled his head to one side, her gaze messuring her up and down, his gaze resting to her bare thighs a little too long. Licking his lips, Yoongi pushed his mint locks back.

He observed as she watched his every move, her full bottom lip being caught between her teeth itself. Oh, how he wished her would kiss her right away, right there in the hallway, pressing her body against the wall, caught between his more muscled one and the wall.

"I came here to..." she said, watching his naked torso.

"To stare at my nipples again?" He cowed an eyebrow.

Her face got as red as the ruby ring she was wearing. She couldn't belive her ears. Yoongi leaned towards his doorway, running hisright hand, once more in his hair. "No! I came here to bring you this!" She said, pointing to the towel she was holding, sounding a little sharper than she initially wanted to. "Why do you always have to be naked in front of me anyway?!" She asked, faking her annoyance.

"You can't tell me you don't like it." He whispered, face close of hers now. His eyes trailed from her beautiful and doe eyes, to her pink lips. Her eyes widened in shock. Shaking her head, she held the towel in front of him, looking away.

Yoongi titled his head, but was quickly to take the towel from her delicate hand. "Alright then, I'll leave now- ..." she started, her words getting stucked into her throat when he took her hand and pressed her fingers against his velvety lips.

Why he did that? He didn't know the reason, himself. All he knew was her freesia scent inebrieting him, gas lighting him, too the point all he knew was the urgent need of touching her, of taking her into his arms and keeping her close. Oh, how was poor him so in love with her?

It all started days ago when he searched the whole internet for facts, news and informations about the idol Y/F/N. Pages of pictures of her filled up his phone, his heart fluttering when he saw her smile, in one of them, where she was holding a puppy. Oh how he wished the little white demon she has as her own puppy to see that picture, back then.

He learnt she only has her mom left, her parents being divorced, no siblings. But even if her life was so miserable, she was always such a joy pill. Such a little fairy, full of positive thoughts, always trying to make everyone happy and brighten your day. And that is valuable for her lyrics too. A sunshine. A lovely girl with a big heart. Was that even possible to exist on this earth ?

He jumped slightly when he felt her fingers moving slightly on his lips. He stared into her eyes and he swore he could see she was feeling something too. Maybe not as much as he felt, but it was comforting to know she liked him too. Her blushing cheeks couldn't lie, right?

"Y/N, I want to tell you something." He said. Yes, Yoongi, tell her how you have a big crush on her, how you dream about her and how your laptop is full of pages talking about her. "Y-Yes, sunbae-nim?" She mutered, with a trembling voice, making him almost pin her against that wall, kissing her breathless.

"Oh? Y/F/N-ssi??" Namjoon was behind him. Yoongi almost groaned in frustration, but he made way for Namjoon. "I am Kim Namjoon, Yoongi's manager." He smiled and extended his hand, for a hand shake. When she put her delicate hand into his, he slightly squeezed it, shaking it lightly. "What is our beautiful Y/N doing here?" He asked. Yoongi rolled his eyes. Why was he still there anyway?

The blush on her face incrased. "I am his new neighbor. I live there." She said, pointing one finger to her apartment. Namjoon raised an eyebrow at Yoongi. "You were this close of a beauty and didn't tell me?" He teased him. Yoongi was boiling. Of course he didn't tell him. She was his. Alright, practically she wasn't, theoretically she was.

When Y/N giggled, Yoongi almost growled. Maybe of how beautiful her giggles were, but definetly because he was not the one making her giggle. "Don't flatter me, Mr. Kim, you are good looking yourself, too." She said, a slight smirk playing on her lips when she saw Namjoon gulping down and Yoongi's right hand forming a fist.

"Oh? Mr. Kim? I liked that." He pointed out, winking her way, his tongue pocking out, to lick his full bottom lip. She watched his movement like a transa and quickly turned her head when Yoongi coughed. "Hyung, don't you have work to do?" He asked, between gritted teeth.

"No, I actually-..." but Yoongi kicked him out, throwing his bag into his arms and the cap he forgot in his apartment, on his head. "You were complaining of such a busy schedule you have!I'll see you later!"

Namjoon blinked and nodded his head, mumbling and making Y/N giggle once more. "Good bye, Mr. Kim." She teased, making him show her one dimples smile and a frown to his client and friend. "Don't forget about that song!" And with that, he left.

"Mr. Kim, huh?" Yoongi titled his head, eyes fixed on hers. She rose up her chin, in atempt to feel less smaller in front of him that she was already feeling. "Writing a song, huh? And yes. Mr. Kim. Didn't know your manager is so hot." she sucked on her bottom lip, staring back at him.

Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off one more, by a bark of Sasha who ran into his apartment. "Sasha, come to mommy!" She said out loud. But the little puppy was already running into his bedroom. "I'll go after her. But don't think the conversation ended here." He warned, turning around and going to search for the puppy. She smiled to herself for making him jealous, thinking if she should enter his apartment or stay there, when a tap on her shoulder made her jump slightly. Turning around, her breath got caught in her throat.

Yoongi searched for the little puppy everywhere. She wasn't under his bed, between his pillows or under the table. No, she was into his closet. Nibbling on his Chanel jacket. Amazing. "Oh, you little devil!" He said, taking her into his arms and pulling away the jacket, with a huge frown on his face. Sasha barked at him, but quickly pushed her wet muzzle into gis neck making him laugh and shiver. "You know, you are not that bad." He said, stroking her furr. "But you're mommy will call me daddy soon." He smirked to himself.

Making his way to the front door, he froze in place, a huge frown on his face. There was a guy beside Y/N. No, there was a guy pinning her against a wall. He couldn't see her face, but he was sure she didn't like it since she was trying to get his hands away.

"Let me explain to you, Y/N!" He almost yelled at her. "No, David! We have nothing to talk about! I am over you anyway!" She groaned, pushing him off of her. Or at least she tried to, because the guy didn't move one inch. Yoongi placed the puppy down, who anyway, started to bark at the man in front.

Yoongi grabbed him by shoulder, turning him around. Tall, blonde, full of himself, the fave of a fucker. Oh. Yoongi remembered now. That was her ex. "Who are you-..." he asked but Yoongi kicked his face with his fist, memories of the informations he read about their break up coming back. He saw her face in these pics, hating the way her face was controlled in desperation "The one who stole your girl!" He said, cracking his neck twice.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock. She didn't know what to be more shocked about, the fact he punched her ex, or the fact he said she is practically his? Staring from her ex to Yoongi and back to her ex., she felt the frustration and tenssion like a weight on her tiny shoulders. "You are with him now?!" The taller man asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?!" Yoongi barked, pushing the man, steps away, sitting between him and Y/N, in an attempt to protect her of whatever he could do to her. Not like Yoongi would allow him to. Or to anyone,else lay one finger on his precious Y/N. "You're such an ungrateful bitch, Y/N! Accusing me of cheating on you, but you were actually the one fucking this shitty man who dares to call himself a celebrity, behind my back?!"

Y/N gasped in shock. It was the first time she heard the person she used to call "her lover" , for three years, saying something like this. "I-I..." she started, affected by the name he gave to her. Yoongi's hands formed fists, around the collar of the t-shirt belonging to the man in front of him. "How did you call her?! How dare you, you piece of shit! You wasted her time, brainwashed her the whole time, made her think she is not good enough, probably used her for her money and ended up cheating on her, on her birthday?!" He finished his last sentence with a fist into the Y/N's ex's, making her gasp and jump a step back.

The taller man turned around, holding his, now, bleeding nose. He groaned, cursing under his breath. "You stupid short ass!" He yelled, ready to throw himself on Yoongi who, thanks for Jimin and his Kendo classes, had enough time to spin around and sweep his legs with his right one, making him fall into his knees, in front of Y/N. She gasped, some of the blood, from his broken nose, falling on her white slippers. She stared at him, disgusted, letting go of the tears so kept back the day he cheated on her. She really loved him once.

Now he was only a garbage, who was kept down on his knees, by a shorter man. "Look at her!" Yoongi demanded, pulling on his hair, yanking his hair back to make him stare at her. The man whined in pain. Yoongi looked around, thanking God how Namjoon left earlier and how their block was nearly empty. He really couldn't deal with some new news about Agust D beating up Y/S/N's(stage name) ex. Not like he did mind a picture of them in this position. He was feeling himself, exactly like in his Daechwita video, where he chose who dies and who lives. Yoongi shook his head. Be was becoming a little too yandere.

"Say sorry to her!" He said, once more. "Y-Yoongi..." she started to speak up, but was cut by a simple "sorry...", coming from the tall man. Yoongi groaned in frustration, trailing his veiny hand on his face. A curse left his lips. Letting him go and getting away of him, Yoongi forced the other man up into his legs. "Get out, until I won't beat your ass even worse!" He growled. He didn't even care if he will say what happened to anyone, nobody would belive him anyway.

Y/N watched as her ex left the builing, still holding on his nose. Y/N sobbed, making Yoongi stare at her. "Babygirl..." he whispered, making her stare at him. Yoongi's heart tightened, seeing the tears in her eyes. His protective arms wrapped around her smaller frame, tugging her closer to his chest, until her face was burried on his neck. She wrapped her arms around him, sobbing at his chest. She allowed him to carry her into his apartment, keeping her arms tightly around him, face never leaving his warm chest. She almost missed the smoothness of his bare skin under her cheek and hands.

Y/N swallowed the node into her throat, pulse going crazy, millions of butterflies troubling her stomach. Damn with these butterflies. But it didn't matter anymore. She didn't have to hide her feelings anymore, because she was into his protective arms now. And he was kissing her. With care, almost scared to not break her.

His lips ghosted over hers, capturing and caressing them with his, while he allowed his hand to travel the nape of her neck. She softly moaned against his mouth when he sucked into her bottom lip, pulling on it slightly with his teeth. She opened her mouth. "Yoongi k-...", giving him the opportunity of sliding his warm tongue into her mouth.

Y/N closed her eyes, allowing his wet muscle to caress hers, enjoying the new feeling. She started to massage his tongue with hers, slowly swirling it around, when he pulled her on top of him, slowly. "You're really hot." He whispered once more, trailing his lips down her jaw, planting kissed on her heated skin. "And so lovely. So beautiful and strong. So smart." He said, between kisses.

She giggles, a smile appearing on her face. She brought her arms around his neck, hugging it, to hug him closer. "Good girl, always smile like this." He said, giggling and kissing her smile. Yoongi pulled her closer, tugging her to his chest, where she placed his cheek on. "I really wanna change my style, Yoongi." She said, drawing on his chest with her finger.

He hummed. "But I don't know how. I want something that would make me look more than cute and pretty. I am tired of aegyo stuff..." she scoffed. An idea popped into Yoongi's mind. Yes. It was the best idea ever. "Y/N! How about we make a collaboration?!" He asked, heart beating even faster, excited. Her eyes sparkled. "Are you serious?" She asked, unsure of his answer. "Yes, baby! I have this song I am working on, we can add your part and that's it. " he explained, smiling wide.

She nodded her head, planting lots of kisses on his face, making Yoongi blush hard. "Yaaah!!" He said, making her laugh.

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"Yes, hyung. I'll finish the song as soon as possible." At the other line of the phone, Namjoon was speechless. "And what changed your mind, Yoongles?" He asked, raising his eyebrow as if the younger one was in front of him.

Yoongi wipped the blood from the floor, using his wet mop, his phone being caught between his cheek and shoulder. He could say the other man was working in something, hearing the shift of some papers. Suddently, his admiration for his manager grew up even more. He really puts a lot of effort in his work. Maybe he should actually appreciate Namjoon's work more. Not as if he didn't already.

"Oh nothing that big. I actually thought of a collaboration." The shift of pages stopped at the other line. For some minutes, there was not a noise anymore, the only thing proving Namjoon was still there was the sound of his breath playing on the background.

Yoongi finally finished mopping the floor. After Y/N fell asleep into his arms, he took his time to stare at her sleeping face for a while, admiring the girl's features. He left her there and took Sasha with him, so the little white fur devil won't wake her up, taking his mop with him, to wipe that fucker's blood from the floor, so nobody who happens to come in won't get scared. "Hyung? Are you still there?" He asked, after putting the mop away. Yoongi got into his apartment, closing the door behind him. He sighed and made his way to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"I think that's a great idea!" Namjoon finally answered, surprised.

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Y/N looked around the dancing room, once more, amazed. Of course she had her own dancing room, with her own coreographer, but this room was totally different. It was full of Kaws figurines. She found out that Hoseok, Yoongi's choreographer, is a fan of them. She found that cute, especially the fact this man was full of joy, always shinning with happiness and dinamism. No wonder his nickname was Sunshine.

They were now practicing for the third time that day. "Yoongi, keep your hands on her waist like I showed you. Pull her closer when the beat comes." Hoseok instructed them. Y/N blushed for the hundreth time since she started this project with Yoongi. Having him this close every day, his hands all around her, his scent filling up her nostrils, it was driving her crazy, to the point she could lose herself inside of his hold in every moment.

Oh course, his sinful stares, teasing smirks and winks weren't helping her at all, especially because a lot of back dancers were practicing behind them. And also..., she was questioning herself. Did she actually dream she kissed Min Yoongi? Did she dream the cute and almost intimate moment they had in his room? Because they didn't kiss since then and she had to admit she missed the feeling of his lips against hers, his taste. But no, if that wasn't real, she wouldn't be here, practicing with him for their collaboration, right?

The practice came to an end, everyone sighing in relief. "Good job, everyone!" Hoseok smiled at them all. She really liked this man so much, she decided. "Yoongi, can we t-..." she wanted to ask l, but got interrupted. "Thank you for all of this, Hobi!" Y/N watched as Yoongi made his way to the other side of the room, thanking the colorful man. She sighed, staring down at her feet. She really wasn't feeling confident like she was supposed to. And this time, the fact she didn't know what is actually this connection between her and the mint haired man, was keeping her up at night, when she was supposed to sleep, but instead of that she was staring at his phone number, bitting her fingers' tips to not call him, because she is the girl, right?

"Sorry, Y/N-ah?"

She turned around to the voice, raising her eyebrows to the man in front of her. "Yes?" She titled her head. The man was staring everywhere, but not at her, a shy bunny smile on his face. His handsome face, she noticed. "I-I am Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook." He sttutered, bowing in front of her, even though he was probably older than her. She smiled softly, giggling at his cuteness. "No need to bow, Jungkook. How can I help you?"

The boy stared at her with wide eyes, hearing his name coming from her lips. His cheeks became rosey. "I wanted to ask you if you can give me an autograph and also..." he pulled out a box of dietetic chocolate candies,making her title her head."I want you to take this. It's not like you need to diet, you're perfect already!" He said out loud, making some heads turn. He blushed harder."I just don't want you to stress over a diet after you eat them".

Yoongi was staring at them too. "What's Jeon Jungkook doing there?" He mumbled. Yoongi knew Jungkook very well, he played in his Daechwita video. Hoseok smirked, amused. "Are you two together?" Yoongi stared at him, blood creeping in his cheeks. "No. But I would love to. I really like her and...I feel this need to protect her." He explained, his stare fixed on her and the fanboy, once more. "Then don't lose her over someone else." Hoseok adviced him.

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Days passed and the relationship between them seemed to be so tensed. While Yoongi was so busy with their new project, so focused on it to pay more attention to her, Y/N's relation ship with Jungkook evoluated, they were close enough now for going out for walks, together. This is how she spent her time recently. Now she was coming back from the park, holding a flower, which Jungkook bought for her.

Staying in his door way, Yoongi scratched the back of his head, watching the girl he likes smiling towards Jungkook. "Good bye!" She said, waving to him. He watched her the whole week, coming back from walks taken with this fanboy of hers. He didn't like how he was giving his best for that collaboration and she was enjoying her time with that stranger. She was pretty absent and honestly, he missed her. Yoongi cleared his throat, when she was about to open her door. Staring at him over her shoulder, she scoffed. "What do you want?" She asked, taking Yoongi by surprise. "What do I want?! Listen here, Y/N!" He got closer of her, making her slightly back off. She quickly came back to her senses, resisting him, raising her chin up. "Can you stop doing this?!"

She was confused. "Do what?" Yoongi rolled his eyes. "This. These dates with this guy. You're just not paying enough attention to our project anymore. I thought it was important for you." "It is." She answered. "But I am the only one who works harder at it!" He snapped. Y/N stared at him in disbelief. "Maybe this is the problem. What? Are you jealous now?! That I am enjoying my time with someone? You thought I am gonna beg for your attention or what?"

Yoongi couldn't belive his ears. He was boiling. "I am jealous! So what?! Because I thought we have something special, but look what are you doing!" His veins pocked out of his neck. She rolled her eyes, making his way towards him, sitting in front of him. "I thought we have a connection, as well. But seems like this collaboration is more important to you now, than spending time with me and trying to know me better." She stared at him up and down. "This project was supposed to be funny and to bring us closer, not this." Turning around on her heel, she got into her apartment, leaving Yoongi behind, staring at her door.

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"Again." Spin, left arm up, spin back, right thigh on hip, pause to breathe. "Again!" Was all what Hoseok could say about Yoongi and Y/N. Why? Because something happened to them. He couldn't feel the connection between them anymore and it wasn't a good sign. The choreography contained a lot of touchy moments between them exactly because Hoseok wanted to help them realise how they can't ignore what they were feeling, for so long. But everything turned out to be a mess. Hoseok watched as Y/N was avoiding Yoongi's stares, him rolling his eyes at her and just continuing their choreo without paying too much attention.

"Pause, everyone." He said, sighing. "Y/N, Yoongi, come here." Yoongi watched as Y/N was already in the other corner of the room, beside her bag, laughing and playing around with Jungkook. She turned around waving at him, while making her way towards the two other males. "Yes, Hobi??" She said, ignoring the death glare Yoongi was giving her. "I don't know what is happening with you two, but you gotta stop it. You two looked like a real couple while dancing and now you look like one of you murdered the other one's hamster in sleep, or something like that. I suggest you to resolve the problem between you two, because tomorrow we have the first day of filming for the video." And with that, he left the studio, disappointment written on his face.

Y/N didn't like the fact she disappointed him. She stared at Yoongi up and down, then turned around on one heel, only for him to catch her elbow. She stared at him over the shoulder. "What?" She asked, trying to sound indifferent. "I don't like that guy. Jungkook." He confessed, making her scoff. "Of course you don't. He's charismatic, a good person, taller." Yoongi narrowed his eyes. "Watch it, little kitten." He mumbled. "Or else what?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. The tension started to build up between them, once more. But before Yoongi could react...

"Y/N-ah? Are you ready??" It was Jungkook, again. Y/N stared at Yoongi, taking his hand off of her elbow slowly, even if every cell of her body was screaming for him and his warm touch. "Yes, Jungkookie. Good bye, Mr. Min." She said, before leaving him there, once more, for that man. That night he couldn't sleep. It was obvious that Y/N was mad on him and she had her own reasons. He got so busy with this collaboration that he forgot to spend time with her. All of these after he cuddled and kissed her at him chest an entire night. He went to sleep swearing he will make up with her tomorrow.

Only if... she wasn't dressed up like this. Yoongi's jaw dropped. Y/N was breath taking again. He knew she wanted to change her style, but didn't expect this to come. He never expected her to come dressed up into a little black dress, which was so tight on her body, embracing her voluptuous hips and breasts. The matching black YSL heels she was wearing, were so delicate and were completing her outfit perfectly. The skirt of the dress was reaching one palm downer than her bottom, letting exposed more skin than she ever showed. Yoongi could feel not only the pulse of his heart, but the pulse of his dick into his pants, as well. He wanted to ravage her. To compliment her, while kissing her exposed thighs. He wanted to make sure she knows he loves her, that he apreciates her. "Are you gonna stare at her the whole day or let me finish your make up?" Taehyung asked, holding a make up brush close of Yoongi's face. "Huh?" He asked, staring at Taehyung, which giggled and rolled his eyes, chowing on his bubble gum. "As if you don't know what's my job in here, Yoongi-ssi. Let me do you make up for the video and after that you can go devour her, alright, tiger?" Yoongi narrow his eyes at Taehyung, but allowed him to do his job. He was sure the make up will be as gorgeous as usual.

Taehyung was applying the ladt touch of make up, when he saw Yoongi suddently jumping into his legs, eyes fixed on something or someone. "Oh no." Taehyung said. Jungkook was doing the choreo with Y/N. His veiny and huge arm was wrapped around her thigh, pulling her closer of him. As much as Yoongi hated to admit, they looked like a real couple like that. He made his was towards them. "Here come the problems..." Jungkook mumbled, letting go of Y/N.

"Hyund let me explain" the younger one said, seeing Yoongi's red of anger face. But he wasn't staring at him, his eyew piercing Y/N, who wasn't daring to stare back at him, chewing on her lip. "Not now, Jeon Jungkook. We'll talk later. But for today, the fiming is canceled." He demanded, pulling Y/N with him, by her wrist, out of the building.

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The door slammed after them. The next thing Y/N knew was the coldness of the wall behind her thin outfit. She was so wrong in trying to piss Yoongi off. But same time, it was only his fault that she was so sad these days, only because he gave her fake hopes and seemed to not care about her in that way anymore.

So she thought of showing him what he is losing. She appeared dressed up like that and asked Jungkook to do the choreography with her, under the reason of helping her improve. What she didn't expect was this to happen. Her, caught between Yoongi's hot body and the cold wall, her thighs wrapped around his waist, her hands into his mint hair. She couldn't even remember when did she burry her fingers into the softness of his locks, or when he pulled her legs up from the ground to wrap them around his tiny waist.

"Did you dress up like this so he can stare at your ass?!" He growled lowly, grabing a hold of your ass, squeezing the flesh and making you moan on his hair. Well, maybe it was a bad idea to flirt back to Jungkook. But it wasn't fair. If Yoongi can flirt and go out with another girl, she can too. And they weren't even officially together.

"Does it even matter?! It doesn't look like you gave a fuck about me these past days!" She snapped back, making Yoongi wrap his veiny hand around her fragile throat. She widened her eyes, the palm of his hand squeezing her neck, taking some of her air away. "Mmm..." she moaned, out of suddent, a blush creeping on her cheeks, a curse in her mind, for allowing herself to moan.

"Watch it, little slut." He whispered lowly, sounding like a predathor. His face was so close of hers she could feel his hot breath on on her cheek. "An angel like you isn't allowed to say filthy words like these ones." With another frown, she crossed her arms. "M-Maybe I wanted to stop being this angel. Maybe I wanted to be hot and sexy. Maybe I wanted everyone to see I can be more." She said, almost whispering the last part, staring away of him.

Yoongi's heart skipped a bit, hearing her words. He knew very well what she was feeling because of her shitty ex. and he couldn't like the idea of her thinking like that. An idea popped into his mind, making him stroke her jaw with his big thumb, gently turning her face towards him. He fixed her with a soft, yet so imposing stare, making her melt and shiver at the same time.

"My little babygirl wants to be a little slut, huh?" He whispered, using his raspy voice. She wasn't ever into these kind of nicknames and it's not even like her ex was something else, but a vanilla peasant, who liked her riding him and ocassionally missionary. The guy was literally so boring. But she couldn't deny the way Yoongi's raspy voice while calling her 'little slut' was appealing.

When he pulled away, she whimpered , feeling the loss of his hot body pressed on hers. Yoongi cowed an eyebrow, smirking. "What was that, princess?" He asked, obviosly rethorical. She looked away, heated cheeks appearing. Yoongi let a low chuckle to escape him. He disappeared on his hallway, leaving her behind, confused. "Don't move from there, Y/N!" He warned, voice coming from his bedroom. She nodded then, face palming, when she realised he can't see her. "Y-Yes, Yoongi." She murmured.

Coming back from his bedroom, holding something behind him, the mint haired man devilishly smirked, coming closer and closer, making her back off. Oh god, he looked huge. He was shirtless now, allowing her to see his abdominal defined muscles and pectorals, moving under his silk like skin. Her stare trailed down his strong arms, salivating at the sight of his veins. He was like a predathor and he was coming from her.

"Where are you going, little kitten?" He asked and she almost moaned. Oh, how much she loved it. Kitten. But, wouldn't it sound better having "my" in front? She shook her head, refusing to look him into his eyes. She was now beside the couch, her calfs hitting the back of it. Yoongi stopped in front of her, his leather boots tips, pressed against the tips of her own, black high heels. "I asked you something, pet." He growled, holding her waist woth one strong arm, bringing their bodies closer, faces centimeters away. "Look at me, baby." He whispered, in a seductive way. She bit her bottom lip, staring into his eyes. God, he was so charming. The way his lips were forming that usual smirk on hie beautiful face, the way his eyes were shinning with pure desire and lust, soon with adoration, to the way his thin silver necklace was shimmering into the light of his apartment. Everything about him was mesmerizing. He was like a spider and she was the fly from his web. Caught.

That's why when he demanded her to kneel in front of him, she didn't waste a second before her knees hit the clear wood of his floor. Staring up at him, she softly blinked, giving him big doe eyes, waiting for the new comand. Yoongi groaned. "Fuck, Y/N, if you keep on giving me these doe eyes of yours, staring at me like that, in such a shameless position, I am gonna cum into my boxers, I swear!" He confessed, making her cheeks flush even more, but same time, a proud feeling to grow inside of her chest. "Is that so, Yoongi?" She asked, using a honey like voice. The next thing she knew, was his veiny hand wrapped around her throat, once more that night, choking her hard. She gasped for air, eyes wide opened, her smaller hand wrapping around his wrist. "It's daddy for you, little one." He demanded, making her heart flutter and her cunt to clench around nothing.

To be honest, even if he was mad because that Jungkook guy touched her and he was supposed to punish her, he couldn't not think of her limits. He knew such a shitty ex. she had, so he doesn't want anything else but to love, apreciate and pleasure her. But, when he saw the sparkle from her eyes at the hear of the D word, his half hard cock almost twitched into his pants. "Yes, daddy!" She said, a smile spreading on her beautiful face. ('cause you're beautiful ♡) He almost laughed, she was so cute. How was he able to punish her now?! Letting go of her throat, he trailed his fingers up her neck and jaw, caressing her bottom lip with his thumb. He watched her pocking her pink tongue out, to touch the tip of it. Yoongi shivered, feeling the coldness of her saliva on his digit. He closed his eyes when she took the small length of his thumb into her mouth. Feeling the warmth of it, he couldn't stop imagining how would he feel if that was his dick instead of his finger.

He could feel the precum, leaking down on his cock, wetting the dark material of his Calvin Klein boxers. Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, but almost moaned out loud when he felt her cheek stroking on his cock, through his pants. Exactly like a kitten. "Damn it, you're such a baby. Wanting daddy's cock so much to actually end up stroking your cheek on it, knowing you don't deserve to have it between your pretty lips yet?" He teased. Her eyes fluttered shut, a new wave oh heat reaching her already dripping cunt. She never belived someome can make her this wet only by some dirty talk. And she knew Yoongi will tease her about that. And honestly she couldn't wait for him to undress her and feel her wetness on his own fingers. Oh how she would lick them clean if he wanted that. He got her so submissive and only by demanding her to call him a specific nickname and restricting her movements. But could she complain about that? No. She wanted him, ever since he first kissed her, ever since he comforted her that that when her ex showed up and he kicked his ass, then he hold her into his arms while she was crying. He was careful and kindly with her, she liked him a lot and she hoped he does the same, because she was willing to obey him like a good girl.

She stared at his left hand, her eyes widening. He was holding a belt, his own belt and a pair of cat ears. He scoffed, amused by her reaction. With determination, he wrapped the belt around her neck, tighting it, to make her gasp for air. He softly placed the ears on her hair."Look at me!" He said, pulling the belt so she was staring up at him, her hands resting on his thighs. She stared up at him with teary eyes. "Fuck..." he cursed under his breath. He mentally thanked that fan who once gave him these cat ears.

"Can't anymore, kitten." He hissed, staring to go to his bathroom,pulling on the belt, forcing Y/N to walk behind him, in all fours. She whimpered when he stopped and sat himself on bed, his bulge visible. She licked her lips, reaching down between her thighs, her clit aching for so pressure. "Tsk, tsk!" He said, pulling on the belt back, completly taking her air, the other hand fisting her hair, throwing it back so she will look into hid eyes. "After this, Y/N, you'll be all mine. Don't touch what is mine. Fuck, you were all mine since the beginning." He growled, kissing her hard. Millions of butterflies filled up her stomach, while her heart started to beat faster.

She was quick to answer him, parting her lips for taking his tongue into her mouth, welcoming it with hers. The kiss was sweet, but still had notes of possessiviness. Their tongue danced together, tasting each other's mouths. His huge hand was cupping her smooth cheek. Pulling her between his spreaded thighs, the hand holding her hair went down to smack her exposed ass, causing the sound of skin on skin to echo the room's walls. A silent scream coming from her was absorbed by his mouth still devouring hers. Another smack, followed by another one and another five, making her moan into his mouth. "At least this short black dress you chose is good for something else than capturing that fanboy's stares!" He pointed out, smacking her already red ass cheek once more.

When he considered it was enough, he was quickly to unbotton his black suit pants. Y/N was starting to get dizzy, but oh how she didn't mind being choked to death by him. But Yoongi pulled away, leaving her gasping for air. She stared up at him. The devil himself was staring down at her, a huge smirk playing on his face. She blushed, bitting her swollen lips, eyes trailing way to what his hands were doing. She gulped down, mouth watering of the sight of his cock. It was hard, the vein of it poking out, making her imagine how it would feel under her tongue. The mushroom head of it was red, almost purple, begging to be sucked on, precum leaking down his length, who, to be honest, wasn't a small one.

"D-Daddy..." she whispered, whimpering when he strated to pumo it up and down with his right fist. "Yes, princess?" He asked, amused by the way her eyes were following his every move. "C-Can your princess suck you off, please, daddy?" She asked, using her softly voice, because she knew such an effect it has on her daddy. When he pressed the tip of it on her lips, she didn't waste time, she sucked the tip of it hard, swirling her tongue around it. Yoongi's hips jolted up, making his cock aventurate further into her mouth. He groaned, loving the way it felt. She looked up at him, raising her eyebrows, wanting to pull back, for enjoying this moment as much as she could. But Yoongi pulled on the belt around her neck, pulling her further on his length. The tip of it reached the back of her throat. She closed her eyes tight, gagging around it, not expecting it so deep that quickly.

"Fuck..." he moaned lowly, keeping her head to his base. "Take it all, like a good kitten, baby." He said, keeping her head to his base, nose pressed against his pelvis, until her throat stopped squeezing around it. "Good girl." He moaned once more, slowly rolling his hips in and out, forcing her to suck his member. "Hips up, babydoll."

Raising her hips up, she moaned when his hand reached down to her wetness. When he hummed in aprovement, she stared up at him, blushing once more that night. "Such a dripping little cunt we have here. Should I take care of you, little one?" He asked, rethoricay. She tried her best to nod her head.

Sucking harder on his long member, she closed her eyes, moaning around it when he ripped her lace panties and two of his digits entered her cunt. Her walls clenched around them, causing him to almost cum into her mouth. He slowly started to pump his fingers in and out of her, tessing her tight hole, enjoying the way her walls were squeezing them.

She moaned, tears wetting her cheeks. When she felt like the pleasure couldn't reach a bigger level, he burried them deepr, curling them straight on her g-spot. With wide eyes, she tried to pull away, expecting him to stop her, but, apparently he was too busy with playing with her clenching hole. Y/N gasped for air, loud moans coming from her lips. Rolling her hips to get more pleasure, she started to feel her orgasm aproching. Another series of his fingers thrusts into her cunt, bruishing over her sweet spot and caressing her warm walls plush the feeling of his dick twitching into her mouth, caused her core to spasm, her first orgasm that night washing over her, thighs shaking, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"In all fours." He simply said, not giving her time to calm down. At this point, all she wanted to do was to cum and make him cum. Y/N crawled on the bed, in all fours, under the stare of the mint haired man. "Good girl." He praised her, planting a kiss on her wet pussy, making her jump. He chuckled lowly. She heard the sound of a pack being opened and when she turned her head towards him, she saw him wrapping a condom aroubd his hard cock. He winked at her, making her turn her head again.

"You ready, baby?" He asked, pressing his lips on her spine, while unzipping her black dress. She shivered, nodding her head, only for him to pull on her hair, throwing her head back. "Answer me, kitten!" He hissed into her ear. "Y-Yes, daddy!" She whimpered, tears forming to the corners of her eyes.

A short scream coming from her, a low and long groan coming from him, both echoed the room, when he entered her wet cunt. He pushed down to base, leaving her time to get used with his size, busying himself by caressing her belly and pressing kisses on her bare spine. She moaned, her walls squeezing his cock desperately.

"D-Daddy...feels so good. Please..." she begged, making him press a kiss on her head. "Yeah?" He asked, rolling his hips, causing his dick to slip between her walls, deeper. She moaned, closing her eyes. "Y-Yes. I feel so full." She mumbled, moaning loud when he started to buckle his hips in and out of her, keeping a fast peace. The way he was making her feel was almost too much to take. She never felt this stretched out like now, with his cock pushing in and out her princess parts. The knot into her belly was fastly forming once more, making her moans to grow louder and louder. Slipping her dress off of her shoulders, she took his hands and pressed them against her breasts.

Yoongi groaned, squeezing the soft flesh into his hands, rubbing and pinching the buds betweem his thumbs and index fingers, making her whine in both pleasure and pain. "You're so perfect, babygirl..." he whispered, pushing her flat on bed, spreading her thighs with his own ones, a new angle that gave him a better acces to her g-spot. Yoongi's peace slowed down, his movements becoming sloppier and sloppier. Short but deep thrusts, accompanied with sinful hip rolls, were making Y/N's head grow light. "O-Oh, d-daddy...am gonna cum..." she warned. Kissing her temple, he took her hands and tangled their fingers with his. "Cum for daddy, my love..."

He sound of him calling her his love, the moans and heavy breaths he was making into her ear, the praises and kisses he left on her skin, all of them made the knot inside her belly explode, sending her over the edges of pleasure.

"Yoongi-ah!" She screamed, her body shaking under him, cunt clenching hard, making it hard for him to move anymore, forcing his own orgasm to vanish over him. He burried his face into her shoulder, bitting the skin of it and then kissing it, muttering a "mine". He remained there, cheek pressed against her spine, thumbs gently stroking her hands, until their breaths became regular again.

"Yoongi?" She asked, making him humm in response. "I love you." She mumbled, making his heart beat faster and his belly to fill up with butterflies. "I love you too, my little kitten." He whispered, kissing her temple, rolling on one side and pulling her to his chest, for spooning her.

After some minutes of silence, when he thought she's already fallen asleep, she asked. "Yoongi?" "Yes, my love?" He whispered, resting his cheek on hers.

"I think the collaboration will work well now." She said, making him laugh.

Author's note: hi, my lovelies! I am finally back! I moved to online school so I hope I'll have more time to wrote now! I know I posted this ff one month later than expected, but I really had no time to edit it. I even deleted parts and rewritten it so yeah. Anyway! It's here now, please enjoy!!!! Thank you, @milktaetae95 for your patience!!!💜 I hope you enjoy it!

#bts #yoongi smut #yoongi × reader #agust d character #idols collaboration themes #model!jin #manager!namjoon #makeupartist!taehyung #kendotrainer!jimin #fanboy!jungkook #danceteacher!hoseok #dom yoongi #sub reader #don't repost or copy my work

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i’ve always seen yoosung and saeran as... what i could’ve been of the other if they’d switched circumstances growing up. they have so many of the same fundemental traits and tendencies, really the only thing that shaped them differently is their environment. had saeran grown up in a loving home like yoosung, i believe he too would’ve been this bubbly, friendly kid - though perhaps still with the insecurities that he is “weak” or “childish”, just like yoosung has. on the other hand, saeray in particular i see as what would’ve been of yoosung if he’d been forced into mint eye instead. (and it’s really only his background with a loving family that kept him from that fate imo) he also idolizes rika and hates v, even before her disappearance. if yoosung didn’t have the support system he did, it would’ve been so easy for him to fall into rika’s “darkness” for all the same reasons saeran has - rika says something like this in “rika behind” as well, i believe. (1/2)

it’s just a really interesting dynamic because it feels like their stories are intristically intertwined. unknown is the main antagonist in yoosung’s route, way more directly than the others. in saeran’s after ending, yoosung’s whole arc basically comes down to him admiring saeran, wanting to be like him. they can’t ignore each other. they both have what the other one wants (particularly in his route, unknown is angry because yoosung got mc and his brother and the happy life that was meant for him) (and saeran has the bravery and selflessness and so many other things yoosung feels he lacks). and they see in each other what they see in themselves, for better or for worse (ex. in ray route, where he makes a lot of comments about how nice but weak and naive yoosung is, only to turn those same exact insecurities on himself). this is why i always felt it was important for them to just... become friends and... have a nice long chat, honestly. because they have the power to understand and change each other in ways i don’t think the other rfa members could ever get on that level. 2/2

i completely agree, i’ve always thought yoosung and saeran were two sides of the same coin. they appear so different on the surface but i actually genuinely think they’re two of the most similar characters in the game - like you said their personality differences just come down to their different upbringings.

“they both have what the other wants” completely!!! and that’s part of the reason i find their dynamic so interesting, they each view the other as the ideal but still project their own insecurities onto each other (particularly saeran does this, like you said)

their interactions are always so interesting to me and you summed up how i feel about their dynamic perfectly!! i really would love to see them interact more

#ask #yooran

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hangsangwithbts · 4 years

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I Love You, Too | Yoongi

Summary: Yoongi loves you, but is having a hard time saying it for the first time.

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 942

A/N: originally published on @bangtan-insfired. This was inspired by a prompt by @otpprompts. I can’t find the exact post on tumblr but here’s the link of where I found the prompt on pinterest.

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“Stay the night?” You proposed, nervously picking at the hem of your shirt as you turned your head to glance at Yoongi, who was sitting beside you on your couch. The two of you were watching a movie but you had caught his head lolling more than twice.

“It’s late and you look too tired to drive back home so I think it’d be better if–why are you laughing?”

“You’re so cute.” Yoongi told you with a smile. You were acting as if he’d say no to you. “You don’t have to make up excuses–”

“I was not–”

“Yes.” Yoongi cut you off. He let out a yawn, leaning back in the couch and using it as a perfect excuse to wrap his arm around your shoulder, his smile widening when he caught your blush. “I’ll stay the night.”

He could never say no to you, especially when you would look at him with those puppy dog eyes. He was too in love to resist you.

He had always liked you from the moment Seokjin introduced you two. You were one of Seokjin’s close friends from university and after helping him out on a huge project, he had treated you to dinner. It was just supposed to be you and Seokjin but that night all of the members—except for Yoongi—had plans to go out and not wanting to leave him at the dorm alone, Seokjin had dragged Yoongi along with him.

Idealists would call it fate that had brought the two of you together. Yoongi was more of a realist but the moment you had smiled at him, he found himself questioning his beliefs. It was one of those cliché moments from those romantic movies where things just clicked between the two of you and it wasn’t long before the two of you started dating.

He knew he was falling for you when he’d obsessively check his phone every minute, even when his schedule was busy and tight-packed. A smile would form on his face every time he saw a notification from you. Everything seemed to remind him of you, even when he was on tour and miles and miles away. If he stopped at a coffee shop, he’d look at the menu and he’d imagine you beside him, clinging onto his arm, biting your lip deep in thought as you pondered on what to get—despite the fact that you’d end up ordering the same thing every time. You were the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thing when he fell asleep.

He knew he was in love when three minutes with you was worth much more than a whole day without you. He couldn’t even imagine a future without you. He wanted to be with you and always found time for you, no matter how busy his idol life could be.

Min Yoongi was in love with you…but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

He tried to tell you over the phone during face-time while on tour last week. He had been feeling down and being able to talk to you (and not to mention listen to your passionate rants on what ice cream flavor is best after learning that he did not approve of mint chocolate chip) made him much more aware of his feelings. However, he stopped himself before saying those three words.

Saying “I love you” for the first time is a milestone in a relationship. He wanted to do it in person. But there was another problem. How was he supposed to say it? Was he supposed to plan a romantic date and then tell you? Was it too soon to say those three words? What if you didn’t love him back?

When the movie had finally ended, you decided to call it a night, seeing as Yoongi was struggling to keep his eyes open. You were more than willing to head to bed earlier for his sake but Yoongi was stubborn and wanted to finish it. He felt bad that the two of you didn’t get to see it when it first came out in theater and even though you understood his busy schedule, he still wanted to follow through with watching it with you.

“Baby Groot is so freaking adorable.” You mumbled, feeling your eyes grow heavy as you laid down in bed beside him. “He’s too precious for this world. I love him so much I think I would die for him.”

Yoongi turned to lay on his side and face you, watching as you cuddled up to his chest and closed your eyes. “Me too,” Yoongi replied.

But he wasn’t talking about baby Groot.

Despite being very tired, his eyes were wide and awake as he stared up at the ceiling, wondering how he got so lucky to be with someone like you. His lips quirked up to a small smile as your breaths grew even and gentle–a sign that you had fallen asleep already. Letting out a sigh in content, he closed his eyes.

He lightly traced random figures over and over with his fingers on your back. It was a habit of his that he now did it subconsciously, not fully aware that the figures he was tracing on your back weren’t random at all tonight. They were eight letters. Eight letters that formed three words…

“I love you, too.” You said softly, snuggling up closer to him.

Yoongi’s hand went still as it registered in his mind what he had been doing. He glanced down briefly at you to see you wide awake instead of sound asleep as he had thought you to be.

The corners of your mouth slid upwards, making your eyes sparkle despite the drowsiness. He swore his heart skipped a beat at the sight, his expression mirroring yours. Pressing a kiss against the top of your head, he realized he had been so nervous over nothing.

He loved you and you loved him back.

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packimprints · 4 years

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Ship Request for @urirealvibekiller !

hello !! i read through your blog a little and i absolutely love your ships and reactions <33 i would love to request a ship too !!

appearance || i am asian. i have long black hair that is wavy. my eye color is nut brown and i have a lightly tanned/medium skin. i'm very petite and short - my height being barely 5'. i do really love working out so my body is toned and fit from that.

personality || my mbti is a mix between enfp and esfp ! my friends usually describe me as outgoing, active, kind, supportive, and understanding. i do genuinely think i'm an ambivert; i absolutely adore making new friends and being around people yet at the same time, i love being by myself just as much. i'm pretty independent. i kind of have a 'devil-may-care' attitude and i'm generally pretty easygoing and chill unless i feel that someone is being unfair or just plain horrible. i don't like to take myself too seriously - i'm usually goofy, silly, and playful. it's not unusual for me to randomly start singing or dancing - even in public. i'm very optimistic but not to the point that it becomes toxic. i strive for balance in life (it's the libra in me ahaha).

i'm a bit emotionally closed off - very open about my feelings yet when it comes to emotions, i'm not the best at dealing or expressing them. i tend to use humor as a coping mechanism. i don't really like to be sentimental - it kind of make me feel uncomfortable. with that being said i'm naturally very caring and nurturing - it's instinctive to me. i'm not one to 'baby' my friends or people around me but i'm very attentive to others' feelings and needs and i always try to make sure everyone is comfortable and happy. i'm also kind of the 'therapist' friend and a shoulder to cry on. i do take my responsibilities seriously and i want to do well in whatever i do.

i can be quick-tempered at times and can be quite sarcastic or blunt but i get over it just as quickly. this is something i'm working on though because i really don't like hurting people with my words. i don't like doing the whole brutal honesty thing (although i do offer it sometimes when needed) but i'm more for the compassionate honesty. i love building people up.

i can be quite frivolous and materialistic.. i'm fun-loving and a bit of an excitement-seeker so i tend to get bored easily and move onto something else quick. i can also come off as a little arrogant sometimes too. i'm kind of a leader too; i'm usually the one who gets chosen to be the leader in group projects but i'm okay with not taking the lead too; i don't mind letting the other person take charge if i believe they are capable.

my hobbies include reading, working out, dancing, listening to music, and partying.

thank you so incredibly much for your time. i do hope i didn't write too much ahaha <33

Hello dear. You're such an amazing person and I really hope you like your ship. Guys don't forget to check her blog for amazing kpop group ships and her ships definitely gives feels and warmth in the heart with you favorite kpop idol @urirealvibekiller

I ship you with Jacob!

The favourite time of the day for Jacob was when he was awake before you and the Sun shone through the windows with you in his warm embrace. He would snuggle up closer to you admiring your sleepy sun kissed face as the sun highlighted the nut brown colour of your eyes even more.

"Babe, wake up."

"Jake, it's Sunday and we finished our exams yesterday. At least let me be in your warm hugs for some more time. "

you said smiling warmly at your boyfriend who looked 100 times cuter with his bedhair

"God, you're going to be death to me."

Jake said takling you in a tight hug deciding to be in the bed for longer time.

He really loved your height. He would love on how he could hug you anytime and your smaller size made him feel more protective about you.

"Dear grab the chocolate chips for me. My hands are full mixing the flour."

Emily said as the both of you were in the kitchen to bake some chocolate chip cup cakes for the boys to eat for their short break while patrolling in the woods.

"Sure Em."

You said as you opened the fridge where suddenly you were pulled by a pair of strong hands and you collided to a strong chest and the smell of fresh pines and mint filled the kitchen.

It was no other than your tired boyfriend. Now Jacob wasn't really a very PDA person. He wasn't shy in showing his love for you but he prefered showering you with all the love he had in private. Not that you minded that anyway.

"Jake! We were making cupcakes for you guys. Now the chocolate chips are on the floor. "

You scolded him as the boys entered tired flopping on the chairs ready to pass out.

"I missed you."

Jake whispered as he hugged you tighter.

He really loved working out with you. You both would be that athletic couple who were always in shape. Jake would always come up with new ways to workout whether in the woods or outside the porch of his house. He loved the fact that you really looked after your health.

Jacob loved your hair. He loved the way they framed your face. After a tiring day in school or after his patrolling, he would hug you from behind as you studied hard for an upcoming test. He would sometimes secretly use your shampoo so that he would smell like you when he was always from you.

He loves that you were independent and would figure your way out in any situation. Don't get me wrong he was very protective about you but he was proud that his girl wasn't a damsel in distress waiting for her prince everytime to save her. He was always a call away though. If ever you felt low for not being able to solve any problem, he would be ready to help you out with a logical reason and lots of hugs.

Basically your relationship was encouraging each other to give your best.

He was a bit shy but he loved to see you have fun with your friends. Yet, he understood when you wanted to be left alone. Even he liked some time alone. But remember this ball of sunshine will be ready for you with a blanket and your favorite movie at any given time.

He loved your supporting and kind nature. He clearly remembers the time he imprinted on you.

You were shopping with Jake in a store for a sleepover where you saw a little boy crying as he couldn't find his mother. You quickly when to the child, wiped his tears and calmed him down with your soft voice. Taking his small hand in yours you went to the reception to make an announcement. That little boy happily kissed your cheek and ran off in his mother's embrace, the happiness on face, made Jake fall for you even more.

Whenever someone got on your nerves and you were ready to fight, he would let you do your thing unless it was in a limit and where he saw the person crossing your line of patience, he would quickly hug and pull you behind, rubbing soft circles inside your wrist, instantly calming you and he dealt with the person.

He knew all your friends came to you with their problems but he made sure You knew he was there for you when the situation overwhelmed you or when the friends were just draining you emotionally, he would quickly take you away from the situation to the beach where his hugs and the cool breeze calmed you.

"Thank me later with your special cup of coffee for rescuing you from your friends' problem. Look, I really love that your friends trust you with their problems but, all I care is about you."

Jake said hugging you.

"Thanks for saving me , my wolf in shining armor."

Both of you would plan out new activities which always kept you excited and Jake made sure you weren't bored with him.

Your leadership skills really helped guide Jake when he broke from Sam's pack to form his own.

The pack knew you that you could be blunt at times but you always had the right intentions in mid or sometimes things got too much for you.

Jake would love to place his head on your lap as you read your favorite book. He would drag you to dance on your favorite song in the hall as Billy would fondly look at the both of you. He was forever grateful to you for amending the relationship between him and Jake.

In short you guys were the power couple, cheesy love birds and best friend who were constantly bickering on small things but always pushing each other to be the best version of yourself.

What the Pack thinks of you :

Sam and Emily loved the fact that Jake had somewhat calmed down being you with and realizing his inner leadership skills.

Paul would be your best friend and the both of you would always be in trouble but hey, you both had fun. You compassionate nature calmed him a lot for which the pack is always thankful.

Embry, Quil, Jared, Seth would be your squad with whom you had a lot of fun and memories.

Leah was initially distant towards you but slowly she opened up to you as you patiently helped her in her shifting.

Billy considered you as his daughter .

All credits to the owner.

I really hope you liked your ship.

Positive criticism is always welcome.

If you didn't like it then, I'll be happy to reconsider.

Hope you have a great day and are safe in this pandemic.

Admin T.

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lesrevesdeprovence · 4 years

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Indecent lyrics

Universe: Idol AU

Genre: fluff

Characters: Jane (OC), Jaehyun, M (briefly). Mentions of Tara (OC) and Mark

Word count: 2,2 k

*Part of the larger world and multiple AU stories, but you can read it on its own. If you have questions, the private messages and asks are open.

“So…” Jane said as she led the ash-blond man through the doorway of her new favorite local spot. It was a cold November day, so Jane silently cursed herself, wondering what kind of stupid idea was crossing her mind when she picked her outfit that morning. On days like those, it was painfully obvious how much of a Provençal girl Jane Durand was. No one in London wore a —mini— skirt suit, stockings, and a silk paper-thin blouse on a winter day. Or at least not any Londoner.

Jane sighed in content when a blast of warm air-kissed the skin of her face, the atmosphere as cozy and welcoming as ever. Granted, she had only been in this particular place a few times —all of them to plot how to get Minah and that Sungjae guy she liked together—, but she was already in love with the familiarity and comfort of M’s coffee shop. Not to mention its private ambiance, which was the main reason she had dragged Jaehyun there as soon as his superstar idol group landed in London for a packed week of concerts and promotions.

“So, what?” Jaehyun asked, the slightest sight of a smirk forming as he reached to grab her hand. It was probably the simplest of the gestures, but it made Jane hold in an enamored sigh as they strolled past several tables, turning eyes on them. As per usual, Jaehyun and his chiseled Korean pop-star features, sleek jawline and perfectly tousled hair attracted attention effortlessly. And there was no doubt as to why. Jaehyun was dashing even while clad in casual attire. A checkered Comme des Garçons blazer fit on his upper body while tight black jeans captured every curve of his muscled thighs. The look was appalling to Jane after barely seeing him at all for weeks that appeared to be bazillion years.

“Start explaining how this-” Jane recomposed herself and made a pause to signal him to sit at a nearby table. Then, she pointed at the screen of her phone “…happened?” She completed the question scrunching up her nose in something that resembled disgust, which undoubtedly misplaced Jaehyun because all his eyes could take in was Jane’s music app; his group’s latest track on pause.

“We have a new Recording Company in the States?” The guy ventured, not quite sure he was getting her question. After all, his “girlfriend” —who also happened to be his group’s international PR assistant—, was the first person to inform him, a couple of weeks ago, that their next schedule included a trip to L.A. and the recording of a full English track.

“I know that, silly.” Jane scoffed rolling eyes and placing her mint-colored Chiquito bag on the table quite dramatically. “And that was not my question”

“Then?” Jaehyun came next to her and pulled out a chair before sitting across the table.

“I meant the substitute indecent lyrics everybody is talking about right now!” She said tapping her phone and the dozens of notifications showing on the top of the screen. “Twitter is going off”

“Hey! They are not indecent lyrics!” The man complained and pouted offended, his antics so cute that they painfully reminded Jane of that popular homemade video of an 11-year-old Jaehyun, speaking nonsense English that included phrases of the likes of “I just want some milk” or “Be quiet, don’t cry”. She laughed thinking how “They are not indecent lyrics” would surely fit that list along with his signature “It’s just a kiss” that in reality was a meaningful subtext because it always ended up with them losing track of time in some obscure corner of the guys’ rented home in St. James.

Jane made a mental note to add the new phrase to Jaehyun’s book of nonsense English.

“Sweetie, the whole thing went from “As if nothing had happened on your way. Go easy. Keep on” to “Baby, you a bad girl, watch your mouth” and “I love how your body feels on me”. Jane explained, keeping her tone unwavering.

“Oh! I see what you mean” Jaehyun’s eyebrow went up and his lips slowly turned into a devilish smile “But they are not indecent lyrics unless you are a dirty-minded person” He retorted naturally, leaning back on the chair and crossing his arms over the chest. His smirk becoming more distinctive under the dim lights of the café.

“You’re speaking as though you had no idea of how dirty-minded I can-“ Jane stopped midway when she realized Jaehyun was grinning a bit too much, looking pleased and causing a pair of cute dimples to form on his cheeks. It was that distinctive look he gave her whenever he wanted to brag about something, but this time it almost looked as though he knew something she didn’t. “Oh God-“ Jane turned her head just on time to see M uncomfortably touching his nape, looking turned in between not knowing what to do and feeling flat-out embarrassed.

“Are you ready to order?” M stood few steps away, taller than Jane remembered him to be, with his ever friendly kilowatt smile and those square shoulders that made him appear more imposing than his warm personality alone would’ve ever allowed him to be.

“Hey, Jane, nice to see you.” Jane mimicked what was supposed to be M greeting her on any normal day, although she had to accept her voice was nothing like his. Nevertheless, it made M laugh briefly and his cheeks to slightly flush.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t mean to interrupt" the man responded with a simple wave and a gracious smile on his face, dimples in full view.

“Oh, come on! That’s ridiculous” Jane rolled eyes and scoffed playfully. “You’re not interrupting anything, we were just-“

“I’ll get an ice-Americano” Jaehyun blurted out of the blue. It earned him a confused look from both M and Jane. Then, he cleared his throat in an obvious attempt to remind Jane of his presence.

“Oh, I’m sorry. This is my friend, M and this is his coffee shop” Jane made a small hand gesture, signaling M. Jaehyun only nodded, acknowledging his presence before asking the routine question.

“What does the “M” stand for?”

“Mystery” Jane said almost automatically “It’s a well-kept secret he refuses to disclose, but that’s irrelevant.” Jane interrupted M before he could even begin to explain it himself “Anyway, this is Jaehyun.” Jane moved on, trying to avoid more questions from the blonde man and knowing perfectly well that he was waiting to be introduced. “A friend”

The offhanded way in which she used the word “friend” made Jaehyun frown. It sounded to him the roughly equivalent to “some guy I barely know and have no particular ties to”, but he pushed those thoughts away before Jane could examine his expression closely.

“Nice to meet you,” The two men said almost in unison. An awkward silence followed afterward, but Jane was quick enough to break it with the cute antics she reserved for when she was in the presence of men. She tilted her head, put a finger over her lips and moved it up and down pretending to contemplate her options.

“And I’ll get my usual order,” She said finally.

“Irish coffee with only 1 cm of cream. Be right back” Without further exchange M walked away and disappeared behind the counter seconds later.

Jaehyun remained silent, waiting for Jane to pick up the conversation right where they had left it. There was something he couldn’t point at that made him sulk childishly, so he reached the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his phone. His group’s latest track had been released only a few hours ago and although that was not the right the moment or place, he distracted his mind by swiping at the screen and scrolling down his Twitter feed.

“Ice Americano?” Jane raised a brow and outstretched her hand over the table to hold Jaehyun’s, momentarily diverting his attention away from his phone. “It’s freezing outside, you’re going to get sick.”

Jaehyun held Jane’s hand, the corner of his lip raising faintly “Are you worried about me?”

“Jaehyun, you have three interviews and a concert tomorrow! You can’t get sick” Jane said, suddenly frowning seriously at him.

“Oh, yeah, right” The man quietly went back to his phone after releasing Jane’s hand. Knowing that it was her work that claimed her thoughts and not him, made him scowl and remained silent until their order came and Jane brought up the topic of Mark’s love issues and how Tara didn’t seem willing to spend Christmas in New York with him and the rest of the group. Then, Jaehyun’s scowl was replaced by a slight indication of concern in his brows.

“You girls are way too complicated” He blurted, barely registering the words he had just pronounced.

“Ohhh, is that so?” Jane’s eyes squint just slightly, a soft smile creeping onto her lips.

“Yes,” He nodded solemnly “I see it this way, Tara broke up with Mark, and what was the reason? I don’t know, she just said she was losing herself in their relationship.” Jaehyun picked his drink and gave it a long sip, probably expecting Jane to say something, but at her lack of response, he went on “Then she gets caught going out with that one guy she repeatedly claimed she disliked and now that they are apparently back together she doesn’t want to spend Christmas with him. Does that make sense?” Jaehyun said that last bit rolling eyes.

“Ok, can you stop projecting on Tara and Mark and tell me what is bothering you? Because honestly, I feel you have something to say” She raised a brow to mask her amusement. To be honest, Jane knew perfectly well what the problem was and why Jaehyun was acting like someone had deeply wounded his ego, but she still had to ask the question.

“I just don’t get why we couldn’t stay home with a bottle of La Romanée Grand Cru.” He groaned “The boys all went out, so we had the house all for ourselves” Jaehyun folded his arms over his chest and leaned back on the chair again. He almost looked like some sulking kid who had been denied a piece of cake.

“You seemed perfectly fine just a few minutes a-“ Jane’s speech was interrupted when Jaehyun let out a loud sigh, eyes dark as he glared at something behind her.

“You introduced me as a friend, Jane. That’s what’s bothering me” He said, eyes locking with hers. This time his lips didn’t show any sign of that signature mischievous smile of his. Instead, they were pressed into a thin line.

“Jaehyun, are you serious just now?” Jane’s eyes landed on him, training on his face for a few seconds before speaking again. “I work for your company, you know I can’t go around flaunting our relationship to everybody.”

“Is that so or are you probably trying to keep your options open? Honestly, I get it, we don’t get to spend a lot of time together, but-“

“Shhhh. That’s about enough” Jane cut him off before he said add another word. “Let’s just finish this” She said pointing at their drinks “And then we can go home. We still have a lot of time before the guys go back home and I’m positively freezing, so I need a new outfit”

A doubtful expression set on Jaehyun’s face for only a second before his lips cracked into a small smile, eyes forming into crescents as he nodded.

“You are such a simple-minded man, Jung Jaehyun…” Jane shook her head

“For the record, I did like the coffee and I actually love the outfit” The man reached out for Jane’s hand and laced their fingers together.

“Thanks, it’s Carven” She hummed before taking a sip from the cup resting in front of her.

“I don’t care about the brand as long as I can get it off you when we get home,” Jaehyun said, picking his own drink and gulping it down in a matter of seconds.

“Jaehyun…” Jane gaped at him

“What? I was just hot” Jaehyun shrugged nonchalantly.

“You are going to get sick and I won’t be the one taking care of you” The woman clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

“Probably not, but you’re gonna have to take care of something else” Conveniently enough Jaehyun opened his jacket and looked at his inside pocket, taking his wallet out and picking a 20 pounds bill. Jane tried to ignore it, but the juxtaposition between the his intense stare and the relaxed smirk on his lips was driving her crazy. Even dressed in that casual attire, he kept the same energy that he held clad in those red carpet looks that his fan swooned about. It was frankly annoying.

“Ugh. You are so cheeky. It’s embarrassing.” She composed a grimace, but Jaehyun only chuckled, a wider smirk displaying on his face; his dimples even more evident on his cheeks.

“Is it me or you’re blushing?” Jaehyun teased “Only a few minutes ago you were talking this big game about showing me how dirty-minded you can be, but I guess you were only bluffing. It is such a shame.”

“Shut up, Mr-those-are-not-indecent-lyrics.” Jane’s eyes narrowed “A few minutes ago you were professing your high moral ground and called me dirty-minded for assuming the obvious about your song”

“You know what? Let’s just go.” Jaehyun placed the 20 pounds bill on the table and grabbed Jane by the arm, helping her to stand up.

“But I haven’t finished my coffee yet” She complained, pointing at the cup and its content.

“I’ll get you another one later, with tons of cream,” Jaehyun said picking Jane’s bag “That's it, if you are a good girl, of course,” he said smirking devilishly, innuendo present in his comment, judging by the way he winked at Jane her “For now, I got some things you want to see” He added, quoting the exact lyrics from his group’s newest release in a sing-song voice

“That was one fine way to ruin such a beautiful and meaningful song” Jane rolled eyes as she allowed Jaehyun to drag her out the coffee shop.

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#gw au #jane #jaehyun #m #story #oc

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The Weekend Cottage

Harry dislikes his friend’s girlfriend, and attempts to destroy their relationship. Y/N finds herself aggravated from Harry’s tricks. Will Harry succeed in destroying the relationship, or will he find himself at the hands of fate? I hope you all enjoy. Feedback and requests are welcomed. Lots of love! ----------------------------------------

Her drooping eyes peeked through the narrow lines created by the raindrops trickling down the foggy windows and out onto the gray streets. An exasperated sigh parted her dry lips while she knuckled the sleep from her eyes. The mint green scoop emptied bitter coffee grounds inside the black coffeemaker. The neighbor’s cigarette smoke bled through the apartment’s thin wall. Her feet covered by fuzzy socks padded across the stained linoleum floor toward the buzzing fridge, her hands bypassed the overnight oats she prepared with the intent to eat healthier and slipped around the milk’s damp handle. Milk soaked the colorful cereal and marshmallows while she sipped the steaming coffee. Her thumbs scrolled past emails and messages from colleagues and friends. Joyce, her best friend since university, offered a free lunch at their favorite sandwich shop located near Y/N’s apartment. Y/N agreed, checking the hourly forecast with outfit ideas in mind. After breakfast, she dressed appropriately for the weather aside from the worn, white sneaker she wore everywhere. She fished through her black purse for the jingling car keys. A new message from Joyce’s long-term boyfriend, Andrew, reminded Y/N how late she would be if she didn’t find her keys in the next couple of minutes. A successful snicker escaped her lips once her fingers wrapped around the metal keys. She jogged down the creaking staircase and into the empty lobby. Y/N exited the apartment building, eyeing the red car she purchased after her university graduation. The black leather seats and lavender-scented air-freshener greeted Y/N once she opened the doors. She unlocked her phone, sending Andrew one last message before she left her building. I’ll be a few minutes late, but I can’t wait to see you! * * * * * *

Thick maroon curtains swayed against the beige walls lined with gold paintings. Men and women dressed in sleek, black suits paced around the candlelit store. Glass displays illuminated the expensive jewelry sat among the black velvet cushions. Andrew leaned his body into his sweaty palms pressed against the glass display’s gold trimming. “I selected three rings that I thought Joyce might like,” Andrew mumbled, releasing his teeth from his bottom lip. Y/N admired the three sparkling engagement rings, “Andrew, they are beautiful.” Five weeks ago, during a late dinner, Andrew asked Y/N for help choosing the perfect engagement ring for Joyce while Joyce snuck off to use the restroom. Now, Y/N blinked back happy tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks as she admired the rings. “Joyce would love all of these three designs. Hell, I love all of these rings, but the princess cut with the white gold band would look great on Joyce’s hand,” Y/N breathed out, looking into Andrew’s tear-filled eyes. Andrew’s beaming grin spread across his face before he wrapped his arms around Y/N. Y/N giggled, burying her face in Andrew’s sturdy chest. The spicy cologne Joyce purchased last Christmas for Andrew suffocated Y/N’s nose. Andrew tore away from the hug, informing a nearby salesperson about the decision. “When are you going to propose?” Y/N wondered. Andrew’s smile widened, “I asked my parents if we could borrow their weekend cottage. I’m sure Joyce will invite you to join us, but I planned on asking her during dinner with our friends.” “I can’t wait to see her reaction. Do you want to join us for lunch?” Y/N asked, walking toward the heavy oak doors. Andrew shook his head, pushing the door open with his hand and shoulder, “No, I told Joyce I had an early meeting. Don’t tell her anything.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “I won’t spoil the surprise. I’ll see you this weekend.” Andrew waved goodbye, darting through crowds of people walking around the shopping center. Y/N spun around, heading toward the sandwich shop where Joyce waited without knowledge about Andrew’s plan. * * * * * *

“Andrew’s parents let us borrow their cottage for the weekend. Will you join us?” Joyce asked, lunging forward to cup Y/N’s hands. Y/N chuckled, shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t know. My boss assigned everyone a new project.” Joyce’s bottom lip jutted out, “Please, Andrew is inviting his friends, and I want my best friend with me. His friends are attractive too.” Y/N snorted, lifting the sandwich drenched in olive oil, “Why do his attractive friends matter?” “You could flirt with these men. The cottage is also near a gigantic lake,” Joyce gushed, wiping the lemonade glass’s condensation from her palm. Y/N groaned, “Fine, you win. I’ll visit the cottage with you this weekend.” Joyce squealed with joy, bouncing back and forth in the plastic stool. Y/N giggled, stabbing her fork into the salad drenched in dressing. She couldn’t believe the excited freshman handing out chocolate chip cookies to everyone on their floor would be engaged by the end of the weekend. * * * * * *

Tall, oak trees grew near the curvy dirt path that led to the sandstone cottage. The green branches intertwined, blocking the sun’s warm rays from the shadowed path. The beige dirt crunched under Y/N’s car tires. Her eyes widened the further her car traveled through the woods. Vines dangled from the cyan tin roof and snaked around the stone bricks. After Y/N parked her car next to the four vehicles, the cyan screen door swung open with an eerie squeal. Joyce raced down the creaky porch stairs and toward Y/N with open arms. “You’re here. What do you think about the cottage? I don’t know if it has a horror or romantic vibe,” Joyce rushed out, looking around the forest. Y/N chuckled, tugging the heavy suitcase from the trunk, “I imagine Hugh Grant waiting inside the cottage for me with roses.” Joyce giggled, slinging her arm around Y/N’s shoulders, “What is your obsession with Hugh Grant?” “Have you seen young Hugh Grant?” Y/N asked, following Joyce through the front door. “Before you walk through the house, Andrew mentioned the house is a no-shoes house,” Joyce announced, slamming a hand against Y/N’s chest. Y/N whined, rubbing the sore spot on her chest, “Okay, I’ll remove my shoes.” Y/N’s worn white sneakers joined the lineup of sneakers located near the squeaky door. Her sock-clad feet sunk into the stain-free cream carpet. Floral candles covered the musty scent radiating off the stone bricks. Family portraits and expensive marble statues decorated the silent cottage that felt the opposite of comfortable. Y/N followed Joyce through the living room and into the narrow kitchen, where Andrew and friends conversed. “Y/N, how was the trip?” Andrew asked, wrapping his arms around Y/N. “I loved the scenic drive,” Y/N mumbled, tearing away from Andrew’s hug. Y/N faced Andrew’s friends, prepared to introduce herself to the new faces. Her mouth dried up once her eyes landed on the familiar short, curly locks that she adored. His crystal green eyes stared back into her own. “Hello, I’m Y/N. I’m Joyce’s friend,” Y/N announced, waving to the three strangers and Harry. Harry smiled, waving back at Y/N, “I’m Harry, that is Lina, Justin, and Mark.” “How long have you known Andrew?” Y/N asked, tearing her eyes from Harry. Lina snorted, “I’m Andrew’s childhood neighbor, so I’ve known him since birth. Mark, when did you meet him?” Mark huffed, searching for the answer in the ceiling, “I met Andrew during university.” “I’ve known Andrew since secondary school,” Harry mumbled. “You are all saints to put up with him,” Joyce joked, “Y/N and I met during university.” Y/N nodded, “Well, I loved meeting everyone. I need a restroom break.” “Right, the restroom is the second door on the left,” Andrew pointed toward the dark hallway. Y/N followed Andrew’s instructions, locking the white bathroom door. A shaky sigh parted Y/N’s lips while her sweaty palms clutched the gray counter. Her trembling fingers wrapped around the silver knob with the blue label. Cold water splashed onto her wrists and hands. “Honey, are you okay?” Joyce’s concerned voice startled Y/N’s attention away from her panicked reflection. Y/N cleared her throat, “Yeah, I’ll be outside in a few minutes.” “Andrew and I are going grocery shopping. Are you freaked out about Harry?” Joyce asked, praying Y/N wouldn’t disown her for keeping Andrew and Harry’s friendship a secret. Y/N rolled her eyes, opening the bathroom door, “Yeah, I did not expect to meet my idol today. Wait, you didn’t tell him that I love him, right?” Joyce fervently shook her head, “No, I would never do that. Are you okay?” Y/N smiled, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Have fun with Andrew.” Joyce waved goodbye, running down the hall after Andrew. Y/N chuckled, rolling her eyes at their sweet relationship. She followed the voices toward the backyard where Harry and Mark stood. Y/N admired the way his white t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. She slid the glass door open, listening to Harry’s conversation. “Can you believe Andrew’s proposing to her? Why can’t he see that she doesn’t love him? She’s dating him to get his money,” Harry complained, pressing the beer bottle to his rosy lips. Y/N gasped, stumbling over her feet. How could someone who preaches treating people with kindness, talk bad about his friend’s girlfriend? Y/N would not let Harry talk badly about Joyce when he didn’t know her. “Hey, you can’t talk bad about Joyce. You don’t even know her, so how do you know she wants Andrew’s money? Joyce would never use anyone for their money,” Y/N hissed, watching Harry and Mark slowly turn around with unamused scowls spread across their face. Harry chuckled bitterly, “Listen, what is your name? You should eavesdrop on someone else’s conversation.” Y/N glared, pointing her finger at Harry’s smug grin, “You are an asshole. Why would Andrew invite you?” “He invited me because I’m his friend. He invited you because he pitied Joyce for her lack of friends,” Harry stated through that smug grin. Y/N shook her head, disappearing inside the house. She couldn’t ruin Andrew’s romantic surprise with her complaints about his rude friend. She decided her best bet was to avoid Harry this weekend. * * * * * *

The orange sun dipped below the pines trees and cast a salmon pink glow onto the cottage. Floral scented bug spray masked the smoke billowing from the fire pit. Andrew and Harry heaved thick logs inside the glowing fire pit while Joyce handed out roasting sticks. Lina ripped the plastic marshmallow bag open with her teeth, and Justin and Mark lugged the cooler filled with alcoholic beverages onto the backyard deck. “Are we ready for smores?” Andrew asked, wiping the bark from his sore hands onto his dark jeans. Joyce shook her head, glancing up toward the bedroom window, “I’m going to check on Y/N. Harry, are you sure Y/N said she didn’t want smores?” Harry nodded fervently, “She mentioned something about needing rest from the trip. I offered to run her a bath, but she denied it all.” Joyce frowned, tutting under her breath, “Well, I’ll check on her one more time.” Joyce entered the cool house while Andrew and his friends looked through playlists. Her knuckles rapped softly against the wooden door. “Love, are you okay? Harry told us that you weren’t feeling well from the trip,” Joyce asked, leaning against the doorframe. The wooden door clicked open, revealing the spacious cream-colored room. A pinkish glow settled around the room from the window where Joyce could spot Andrew and his friends. Y/N plopped down onto the white duvet while Joyce admired the expensive art that lined the white walls. “Are you okay?” Joyce asked, sitting down beside Y/N. Y/N nodded, “Yeah, what did Harry say?” “He told us that you declined the smores because you needed rest,” Joyce mumbled, shifting her focus toward the large window again. Y/N nodded, debating whether she should inform Joyce about Harry’s cruel words, or should she ignore Harry for Andrew’s sake. What kind of friend would she be, if she ruined her best friend’s proposal weekend? She huffed, gripping her head, “Yeah, I’m exhausted. We can spend time together tomorrow.” Joyce smiled, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s body, “Okay, I love you. I think Harry is sleeping across the hall, so if you need anything, you can ask him. I think he likes you.” Once Joyce left, Y/N snorted at the thought of Harry talking positively about her. She leaned against the wooden bed frame and flipped through the book’s fresh pages. She read until the sparkling stars replaced the pink sunset. She drifted to sleep while Joyce, Andrew, and his friends celebrated the weekend around the roaring fire. * * * * * *

Exhausted snores echoed throughout the small cottage. Y/N tiptoed past the bedroom doors with her blue tote bag clutched tightly underneath her arm. Sunlight greeted her delicate eyes the minute she entered the living room. She tipped the sunglasses perched atop her head onto the bridge of her nose. Joyce’s words about the gigantic lake warmed the goosebumps that coated Y/N’s skin. “Where are you going dressed like that?” Harry’s groggy morning voice startled Y/N’s hand away from the door handle. Y/N spun around, yelping once her face came into contact with Harry’s bare chest. Harry chuckled, stepping backward, admiring Y/N’s frazzled actions. “What are you doing?” Y/N hissed, shifting her eyes around the room rather than on Harry. Harry snorted, crossing his arms across his chest, “I’m an early riser. Where are you going?” Y/N huffed, sliding the tote bag further up her arm, “Joyce mentioned something about a lake about two miles away, so I planned on visiting it while everyone slept.” “A lake? No, unless you mean the pond almost two miles away that dried up years ago, then I think Joyce lied,” Harry grumbled, furrowing his brows in confusion. Y/N rolled her eyes, “Why would I believe you? You made it clear how you feel about Joyce and me. I’d rather trust my best friend than you.” “Fine, you don’t have to believe me, but I spent multiple summers in this cottage,” Harry stated in his sing-song voice. Y/N shook her head, ignoring the nagging voice residing in her brain that trusted Harry more than Joyce. Her hands gripped the door’s metal handle as she slid the heavy door open without making noise for the sleeping residents. She glanced back, wishing she hadn’t when she spotted Harry’s smug grin as he waved goodbye to her. She rolled her eyes, jogging down the creaking deck stairs and dirt pathway. How could someone as handsome as Harry be cruel? Why did she still crave his rosy lips when he disliked her? She shook her head, choosing to embrace the summer heat instead of her hatred for Harry. The overgrown grass and weeds tickled her ankles while she admired the squirrels racing up and down the tall trees. After strolling through the woods for about forty minutes, she stumbled across the wide yet shallow dip in the Earth. The tan dirt cracked from the dry heat and lack of water. Y/N stood there with her mouth open like a fish out of the water while Harry’s words taunted her mind, “Unless you mean the pond almost two miles away that dried up years ago, then I think Joyce lied”. Joyce lied. * * * * * *

The bottom of Y/N’s feet ached from the rocky path not created for sandals. Her fingernails scratched the red, swollen bug bites dotted around her sticky skin. A sigh parted her lips when her eyes spotted the familiar cottage, but dread churned within her stomach. She wasn’t prepared for Harry’s cocky attitude waiting for her arrival so he could say, “I told you so”. Should she have listened to Harry? Yes, but he never provided enough reasoning for her to trust him. She continued the walk of shame across the deck until the refreshing AC greeted her boiling skin. After she dropped the tote bag beside the door, she found Harry hiding his smirk behind a purple coffee mug. She rolled her eyes, shuffling toward the uncomfortable white couch that Harry lounged on. “Could you wipe that stupid smirk off your face for five seconds?” Y/N hissed, plopping down beside Harry’s feet. “I’m sorry. I’ll try not to smile when you tell me that I was right,” Harry shrugged. Y/N huffed, shaking her head, “You were right about the lake.” “Right, does Joyce always lie?” Harry asked, ignoring Y/N’s jaw drop from his question. Y/N shook her head, “Why would you ask that? Did Joyce lie about the lake? Yes, but she thought I wouldn’t come without a bribe.” Harry snorted, “Bribing isn’t a good trait either. I need to warn Andrew that his future wife lies and bribes people.” “Why do you insist on breaking them up? What did Joyce ever do to you? Are you jealous of their love since nobody can last two months with you?” Y/N growled, standing to her feet. Harry glared, opening his mouth with the perfect comeback in mind when Andrew strolled into the living room. Y/N and Harry straightened up, plastering fake smiles across their faces. “Good morning. What are you two doing up?” Andrew asked, heading toward the kitchen. Harry chuckled, slipping off the couch to chase after Andrew, “Oh, you know how much I love waking up early. Y/N, what did you do this morning?” Y/N shot daggers at Harry’s back as she followed him inside the kitchen, “Joyce mentioned something about a lake, but it turned out to be a pond.” Andrew laughed, pouring the steaming coffee inside a red mug, “I told her about that pond. I had my first kiss at that pond with a nearby neighbor.” Harry tutted, leaning his elbows onto the cold marble counters, “Does Joyce lie to you?” Y/N’s blood boiled from Harry’s question that surprised Andrew enough for him to choke on his coffee. Y/N offered Andrew a nearby napkin to blot the coffee from his chin while Harry waited impatiently for the answer. “Does Joyce lie to me? Well, everyone can’t be one hundred percent honest all of the time. I’m sure she does lie to me, but it never hurts me or my life,” Andrew mumbled, grabbing an orange from the intricately carved glass bowl. Y/N nodded, changing the subject away from her friend, who wasn’t in the room to defend herself, “Yeah, everyone lies at one point in their lives, you must have lied about something, right Harry? I mean, being a pop star requires you to lie—about dating women, your friendship with previous band members, and your entire life.” “Well, at least I would never lie to the person I plan on spending the rest of my life with,” Harry countered. “Are you two hungry? Joyce and I want to grab breakfast from the diner down the street,” Andrew mumbled, breaking the tension between Y/N and Harry. “I’m starving,” Y/N and Harry stated at the same time. Andrew nodded, exiting the kitchen in search for Joyce while Y/N and Harry glared into each other’s eyes. Y/N despised the handsome man standing before her. She couldn’t wait until Andrew proposed to Joyce, so Y/N wouldn’t have to spend her weekend with Harry. * * * * * *

Grease soaked the white and yellow wrappers labeled with different breakfast sandwiches. Roasted coffee beans masked the floral candles burning on the kitchen counter. Lina rubbed the sleep from her eyes while Justin unwrapped their sandwiches. Mark mixed alcohol into the steaming coffee and reassured the entire table that he only drank on the weekend. Andrew and Harry discussed the dinner plans that revolved around either Harry or Andrew grilling. Joyce passed out the sandwiches, and Y/N handed everyone the toasted hash-brown. “Harry, Andrew told me that you don’t eat eggs, so I ordered you the yogurt parfait. I eat them whenever we visit Andrew’s parents, and I can’t get enough of them,” Joyce grinned, handing Harry the yogurt cup. Harry scowled, setting the sticky yogurt cup beside the sweating glass of water. Joyce’s smile faltered from the cold expression she received. Last night, Harry avoided all conversation with Joyce, which sent her worried heart into a frenzy. If Harry didn’t approve of her, then Andrew might listen to Harry and end their relationship. Joyce adored Andrew and couldn’t imagine her life without him, so she asked Andrew about Harry’s favorite items to win his approval. Now, she wished she ordered him the same egg sandwich everyone else received. “I don’t eat sugar in the morning. These yogurt cups may look healthy, but too many of these could spoil a diet,” Harry grumbled, handing Mark the yogurt cup. “Oh, I didn’t think about that,” Joyce mumbled through her plastered on smile. Y/N recognized the fake smile spread across Joyce’s face. Joyce loved pleasing everyone, so Y/N could only imagine how worried Joyce was when her boyfriend’s best friend wasn’t the nicest. Joyce may avoid confrontation with Harry, but Y/N couldn’t let Harry mistreat her friend. She swallowed the dry biscuit down her throat in preparation for her argument. “Joyce, don’t listen to Harry. The yogurt cup is divine,” Mark moaned, spooning the strawberry sauce into his mouth. Joyce giggled, patting Mark’s shoulders, “I’m glad you like it. Harry, can I make you anything else?” Harry shook his head, standing from the table, “I’m not hungry. I think I’m going to relax on the deck.” Y/N mentally thanked Harry for taking his rotten attitude outside, so the rest of the group could enjoy their breakfast. Andrew rubbed Joyce’s shoulders while he wondered what happened to his best friend. Nobody discussed Harry’s distant behavior, but everyone created excuses for the pop star, everyone except Y/N. * * * * * *

Soft indie music flowed throughout the dark woods. The stars sparkled over the seven friends gathered around the dying fire. Joyce cuddled into Andrew’s side, Lina plopped down on Justin’s lap, and Y/N sat between Mark and Harry. The marshmallow roasting sticks, discarded hours ago, sat near their feet. “Justin, how did you meet Lina?” Y/N asked, sipping the sparkling red wine. Lina giggled, pressing her red-stained lips against Justin’s thick neck, “Well, my friend planned on attending the local university art show. My friend dragged me to the show with the promise of free alcohol. I knew nothing about the artist, but I loved her work. After chugging too many glasses of champagne, I found the most beautiful girl standing before my favorite painting. I approached her, and she listened to me compliment the art until she finally confessed that she was the artist. She scribbled her number across my arm, and we met for breakfast the next morning.” “That’s so sweet,” Joyce squealed, squeezing her arms around Andrew’s waist. Y/N nodded, “You are what the kids would call couple goals.” Lina and Justin admired each other’s eyes as if their entire world resided within one another’s pupils. Y/N’s heart craved a relationship like that, where she need only that person. Harry glanced over at Y/N, noticing the longing gaze in her eyes after Justin’s story. His heart fluttered from the idea of staring into her beautiful eyes the same way his friends were doing. “Joyce, how did you meet Andrew,” Harry asked, tossing an extra log into the fire. Andrew and Joyce tensed from Harry’s question. Y/N understood the reasoning behind Joyce’s nervous smile. Y/N and Joyce visited the local bookstore near the campus, where Andrew happened to work. Joyce saw Andrew from across the room and tugged Y/N into the children’s book section to inform Y/N that the love of her life happened to be in the store. Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes because Joyce believed everyone was her soulmate. Joyce fixed her hair and strutted across the store toward the register. Andrew and Joyce flirted for multiple minutes until Joyce returned with Andrew’s number in her phone. What Andrew didn’t know was that Joyce had a long-distance boyfriend that she meant to break up with months ago, but couldn’t find the right time. What Joyce didn’t know was that Andrew had an on-again, off-again relationship with his ex-girlfriend. The two dated until they found out about their significant others. Andrew ended the relationship, which left Joyce devasted for months until Y/N helped Andrew rekindle the couple’s love. Y/N knew Joyce’s story would provide ample reasoning for Harry breaking up their relationship. “I met Andrew at the bookstore, where we flirted until we started dating,” Joyce mumbled, tearing away from Andrew’s grip. Mark frowned, furrowing his brows, “Why are you giving him the short story? What about the part where you were dating someone else, and Andrew wouldn’t stop fucking Claire.” “That part isn’t important for our story,” Andrew hissed, pleading for Mark to shut up. Harry’s eyes darted between Andrew and Joyce, who separated from the awkward story. His mind cheered upon the realization that he could break up their relationship with this story, but his heart sunk when he watched Andrew grip Joyce’s hand to reassure her that everything would be okay. He spent all weekend searching for problems in Joyce when he never noticed the love between the couple. He barely knew the girl that his best friend fell in love with, and he insisted on changing that. “Joyce, I appreciate your story. You and Andrew have a beautiful relationship,” Harry grinned, shooting a subtle wink at Andrew. Joyce smiled with relief, “Thank you.” Y/N’s shocked eyes stared at Harry as if he’d gone insane. Lina changed the subject away from Joyce, but Y/N couldn’t focus after Harry’s kind action. After a short chuckle from the story, Harry shot Y/N a sheepish smile before returning his attention toward Lina. Y/N shook her head, hiding her smug grin behind the wine glass. * * * * * *

“Well, I enjoyed the conversation. I am exhausted,” Harry yawned, standing from the green chair. Everyone mumbled their goodnights as Harry entered the cool house. Andrew continued his story about grade school, but Y/N’s heart replayed Harry’s sheepish grin. She chugged the remaining wine in her glass and stood to her feet. “I am going to bed. I’ll see everyone in the morning,” Y/N spoke through her fake yawn. Everyone nodded, waving goodbye as she entered the house. She waited a few minutes for anyone to follow her inside before tiptoeing toward Harry’s room. Her stomach fluttered from the nerves and butterflies as her knuckles rapped against the wood. What if he fell asleep? What if was mad that she woke him up? What if he acted nice to fool Joyce and Y/N for his ultimate plan? Y/N’s panicked thoughts stopped once Harry’s door creaked open. She expected Harry to look shocked that Y/N was outside his room, but all she found was guilt residing in his green eyes. “Come inside,” Harry mumbled, shifting backward for Y/N to enter. The large bedroom contained the similar white walls and cream carpet aesthetic; however, framed baseball posters lined the walls. The queen-sized bed featured a white duvet with navy blue baseball-themed sheets. Y/N assumed Andrew lived in this room as a child. “I’m glad you came to my room. I hoped you understood my subliminal message outside,” Harry shuffled across the room toward the bed. Y/N giggled, “Yeah, you shocked me outside. I expected you to pick on Joyce for cheating on Andrew.” Harry winced, “Was I that horrible all weekend?” “Yes, you ignored her all weekend, you accused her of lying to Andrew, and you would have mentioned the cheating incident,” Y/N admitted, watching Harry cringe with each statement. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, “I wanted to apologize to you. I plan on apologizing to Joyce tomorrow when everyone isn’t around. I treated you cruelly, and I am not the type of person to do that. I responded out of jealousy.” Y/N furrowed her brows, brushing a hand down Harry’s arm, “Who were you jealous of?” Harry glanced up into Y/N’s eyes with shame clouding his pupils, “I was jealous of you. Before Andrew started dating Joyce, we talked almost every day about our lives. When I released the new album, I pushed Andrew to the side. He messaged me with the idea of proposing, and I ignored him because the fans needed me more. I expected him to wait for me, but he didn’t, and he chose you to help him instead. I messaged him with multiple ring ideas from Gucci designers, and when he told me the news, I became jealous that you took my spot as Andrew’s best friend.” “I could never replace you, Harry. Andrew is your best friend, but he needed someone who understood Joyce. I think you need to tell Andrew and Joyce how you felt, they will understand. You are a kind man, and you reacted out of fear and jealousy. We are all humans,” Y/N chuckled, smiling wider once that dimpled grin spread across Harry’s face. “Thank you,” Harry breathed out, staring into Y/N’s starry eyes. The couple didn’t notice the short distance between them until Harry’s minty breath fanned across her face. Y/N gasped inaudibly, placing her palms against Harry’s sturdy chest. She admired the blue specks mixed with Harry’s crystal green eyes. “Can I kiss you?” Harry breathed out. “Please,” Y/N whispered, wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck. Harry’s rosy lips brushed against her own until she finally captured his lips between hers. Harry sighed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist while her fingers slotted through his luscious hair. Harry’s tongue traced her lips, begging for entrance into her mouth. A soft moan parted her lips after Harry squeezed her butt. Harry’s tongue entered her mouth that still tasted like the sparkling red wine. Their tongues melted together while they pressed their bodies flush against one another. Harry pulled away from the kiss, searching for Y/N’s consent for their upcoming plans. “I am okay,” Y/N promised. Harry’s fingers clumsily gripped the bottom hem of her shirt, tugging until the shirt interrupted their kiss. They stumbled backward toward the bed, tumbling down onto the springy mattress together. Harry’s sudden infatuation surprised and worried Y/N. Did Harry have feelings for her, or was he channeling his hatred through sex? Y/N didn’t know the answer, but she hoped Harry had feelings for her too. * * * * * *

The chirping birds outside the window stirred Harry from his sleep. His eyelids fluttered open while his hands searched for Y/N’s warm body. The frozen sheets informed him that Y/N disappeared from the bed hours ago. His dimpled grin fell as he tossed aside the sheets from his body. He shuffled down the dark hallway, listening to Lina and Y/N speak about life plans. “Yeah, we could grab lunch next week,” Lina gushed, blending what Harry assumed was a smoothie. Harry knuckled the sleep from his eyes before entering the kitchen. The marble counter contained a purple bowl filled with chopped strawberries, a blue bowl filled with chopped bananas, and a final bowl contained homemade whipped cream. Lina stood near the fridge, where she blended blueberries and other fruits into the purple smoothie that sat in three cups. Harry assumed Y/N and Lina planned on surprising everyone with the extravagant breakfast. His eyes drifted away from the counter as he stumbled toward Y/N’s glowing figure. “Good morning,” Harry cooed, reaching for her hips so he could pull her in for a kiss. Y/N grinned, twisting away from Harry’s arms, “Good morning. Lina, are you almost finished with the smoothies?” “Yes, how did you sleep, Harry?” Lina asked, handing him a purple smoothie. Harry hid the confusion burning inside his chest as he told Lina about his rest. He kept eyeing Y/N, who remained emotionless as she poured the batter onto the sizzling skillet. Did she regret last night? Was she drunk, and forgot that she slept with him? Why was she acting like she barely knew him? “Well, I’m going to wake up Justin,” Lina announced, drying her hands on the dishrag. Harry grinned, watching Lina pad across the kitchen and into the living room. Once Lina disappeared, Harry spun around on his feet to face Y/N. Y/N glanced up from the bubbling pancakes and met Harry’s stern glare. “What?” She asked, flipping the pancake. Harry gasped, walking toward Y/N until their chests brushed against each other, “Did you forget about last night?” Y/N blushed, placing her palms against Harry’s chest, “No, I didn’t forget about last night. I do not think our friends should find out about our adventures because they might assume we are a couple.” Harry’s heart sunk from her words. Did she not want to date Harry? Was she interested solely in sex? Harry adored everything he knew about her, from her feisty attitude to her sweet gestures for her friends. “You don’t want to date me?” Harry asked, attempting to hide his hurt feelings, but Y/N’s sympathetic frown told him that he failed. Y/N cupped Harry’s cheeks, “I want to date you, but I don’t know you. You were mean to me the entire weekend, so I would like to know you outside of this situation. I also don’t want to steal Joyce’s spotlight by telling everyone that we fucked.” Harry chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist, “You are cute.” Y/N giggled, leaning on her toes to press her lips against Harry’s rosy lips. Harry pulled away from her lips but trailed his lips down her smooth neck. His hot breath splashed across her skin, sending chills down her spine. A moan parted her lips as Harry sucked a fresh love bite onto her neck. “I love the sounds you make. Now, can I help you with breakfast?” Harry asked, straightening up and acting as if he hadn’t left Y/N all dazed. Y/N rolled her eyes, grumbling playfully underneath her breath, “Sure, you can help by finishing what you started.” Harry tutted, swatting a palm against her butt, “We can’t have Andrew or Joyce walking in on me fucking you on the kitchen counter.” Y/N gasped, clenching her thighs from the image of Harry and her on the counter. Harry shot her his famous smug grin before exiting the kitchen with plates. Y/N’s heart stuttered from his smug grin that she once despised. She knew Harry wormed his way into everyone’s heart, but she never expected her heart to be this weak for him. She couldn’t wait until they left the cottage, so she could kiss Harry without worrying about her friends walking in. * * * * * *

Andrew whistled a happy tune while he strolled out from the bedroom. Two pairs of hands gripped his white button-down shirt and tugged him inside the dark bathroom. A startled yelp fell from his thin lips before Harry’s hand clamped against his mouth. Y/N flipped the light switch, illuminating the dark bathroom, and calming Andrew’s fear. “Are you ready?” Y/N and Harry asked, cornering Andrew. Andrew nodded, staring wide-eyed between his beaming friends, “I have the ring in my pocket. Did Mark finish cooking the roast?” “Yes, and Harry helped me bake Joyce’s favorite chocolate cake. When do you plan on doing it?” Y/N wondered, picturing Andrew asking during dinner. Andrew shrugged, running his sweaty palms down the front of his shirt, “I don’t know. Should I ask before dinner?” Harry shook his head, “If you asked before dinner, then she would be too happy to eat. You could ask before dessert.” Y/N nodded, straightening the wrinkles in Andrew’s shirt, “Before dessert sounds good to me. Are you nervous?” Andrew chuckled ironically, “I don’t think I’ve ever sweated more in my life. What if she says no?” Y/N rolled her eyes, “Andrew, Joyce adores you with every fiber in her body. It is normal to feel nervous, but remember that you know Joyce better than anyone. You know how crazy she feels about you, and how much you both want a future together.” “Thank you,” Andrew smiled, wrapping his arms around both Y/N and Harry. Andrew exited the bathroom first, leaving Y/N and Harry alone inside the bathroom. Harry grinned, leaning against the cold tile counter, “You are good at giving advice.” Y/N smiled, stuffing napkins inside the dress’s pockets, “Thank you. You are quite the romantic.” Harry smirked, tugging Y/N closer by the hips, “Can I kiss you?” “You can kiss me whenever you want,” Y/N breathed out, sealing Harry’s lips with her own. The sweet kiss lasted a few seconds before the couple decided they better exit the bathroom before people became suspicious. Y/N headed toward the kitchen to help Mark and Justin while Harry talked with Joyce about Andrew’s childhood adventures. Y/N couldn’t believe that in a few hours, her best friend would be engaged. * * * * * *

“The roast tasted delicious,” Joyce complimented a blushing Mark. Mark swatted his hand, pouring more red wine into her glass, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I stole the recipe from my ex-girlfriend’s mother.” Lina’s abrupt laughter caused the red wine to spew from her mouth and onto the table, “I’m sorry, but you stole that recipe from an ex-girlfriend’s mom. You date people?” Mark glared, playfully mocking Lina while everyone laughed around the table, “At least I don’t spit my wine out.” “Yeah, we knew you liked swallowing rather than spitting,” Harry joked, collecting the dirty dishes from the table. The entire table erupted into laughter from Harry’s joke. Mark and Harry continued swapping sexual innuendos while Y/N passed the chocolate cake around the table. She noticed Andrew fidgeting beside Joyce, who didn’t notice her boyfriend clutching the small, black box inside his palms. Andrew cleared his throat, the signal for everyone to quiet down. Y/N plopped down beside Harry, waiting with everyone for the moment when Andrew popped the question. Joyce straightened up, focusing her attention on Andrew’s pale figure. “Sweetie, are you okay?” Joyce asked, cupping Andrew’s face. Andrew chuckled nervously, standing to his feet before kneeling on one knee, “I have never been better. Joyce, the minute you entered my life, I knew I wanted to spend forever with you. I want to wake up every morning from you singing in the shower. I want to return home to you after a hard day of work because you make everything better. I want to start a family with you, so we can bring our children to this cottage. I want to stand beside you at the altar, and say those two words. I want to marry you, so will you marry me?” A breathless chuckle fell from Joyce’s lips while her shaking hands covered her mouth. Silent sobs shook her body as tears rolled down her cheeks. Lina and Justin cuddled into one another, cooing from the sweet moment. Mark swallowed the lump in his throat down with wine. Y/N sniffled, dabbing the tears from her eyes with the tissues she stowed away in her dress. Harry looked at Y/N’s beautiful face, deciding he wanted to spend multiple years with Y/N. He reached for her hand under the table, squeezing it to show that he was there for her. Y/N’s smile widened from the sweet gesture, but her eyes never left Joyce, who slowly shook her head yes. Everyone cheered, standing from their chairs and clinking wine glasses together while Joyce and Andrew shared their first kiss as an engaged couple. * * * * * *

“I’m engaged,” Joyce squealed, dangling her hand in front of Y/N’s face. Y/N giggled, admiring the sparkling diamond ring, “I know. The ring looks beautiful on you.” “Thank you for helping Andrew choose the ring,” Joyce mumbled, tilting her hand from side to side. Y/N nodded, leaning her head against the stiff white couch’s cushion, “You’re welcome. You’re my best friend. I knew what you wanted.” Joyce giggled, falling into silence after the small squeal from the ring’s reflections. The whirring dishwasher roared throughout the silent house. Justin, Lina, and Mark retired to their bedrooms after dessert while the rest of the group split off. Harry and Andrew were talking outside under the cloudy night sky, and Y/N and Joyce chose the sofa, where they discussed wedding plans. Y/N yawned, scrolling through messages from Harry that centered around how much he missed her. She rolled her eyes, smiling from his cheesy messages that warmed her heart. “Since I’m your best friend, will you tell me something?” Joyce asked, shifting her attention away from the ring and toward Y/N. Y/N nodded, dropping the phone onto her lap, “What do you want to know?” “How was last night with Harry?” Joyce smirked, laughing when Y/N choked on her saliva. “What? What do you mean? I slept alone last night,” Y/N lied. Joyce rolled her eyes dramatically, “Sure, and I will stop bragging about my ring in a few hours. Andrew and I know about last night because we walked by his room and heard you two. If you didn’t want anyone to find out, then don’t do it in a cottage you are sharing with your friends.” Y/N groaned, palming her face, “Why didn’t we wait? I’m sorry, I didn’t want to steal your thunder, and I didn’t even know if Harry and I were going to date.” Joyce shook her head, holding Y/N’s hands in her own, “You are not stealing my thunder. Andrew and I liked the idea of you two together before you even met. Whenever we noticed the tension between the two of you, we assumed you would either sleep together or kill each other. I’m glad you chose the first option. Do you like him?” Y/N giggled, thinking about Harry’s adorable smile, “I like him. Do you remember when you swore to me that Andrew was your soulmate? Well, I feel like Harry could be that person for me. Sure, I don’t know him, but this attraction goes beyond sex.” Joyce squealed, “I knew it. I’m glad you found someone that drives you crazy.” Y/N laughed, shaking her head at Joyce’s over-excitement. Joyce returned the conversation to the wedding while Y/N messaged Harry. Her heart swooned over the curly-haired man chatting outside with his friend. * * * * * *

“Are you insane? Who chooses Colin Firth over Hugh Grant?” Y/N cried out. Harry clutched his chest, acting insulted from Y/N’s words, “Are you insulting Colin Firth? Hugh Grant plays the asshole, but you still support him throughout the film.” Y/N shook her head, tossing popcorn into Harry’s mouth, “No, I do not support him. He does play the asshole, but I would rather fuck him because he’s hot.” Harry pouted, crossing his arms across his chest, “I’m hot too.” Y/N giggled, setting the popcorn bowl onto Harry’s glass coffee table. She scooted across the smooth, gray suede couch toward Harry’s pouting lips. “You are hot, and I would choose you over Hugh Grant and Colin Firth any day,” Y/N purred, wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck, bringing his lips down to her own. Harry smirked, melting into Y/N’s arms while he enjoyed her soft lips pressed onto his own. Y/N broke the kiss, staring into Harry’s dazed green eyes. “Should we finish the film? I think Bridget might choose Hugh Grant,” Y/N whispered, chuckling when Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, can I hold the popcorn? You keep hogging the popcorn,” Harry whined, reaching for the popcorn bowl. The blonde woman chased after Hugh Grant and Colin Firth onto the street. Harry shoveled popcorn into his mouth with one hand while his other hand held Y/N’s hands. Y/N expected after five dates with Harry, she would get used to her heart fluttering from his touch, but her heart nearly leaped out of her chest whenever she spent time with Harry. She kept her attention on the television screen, unlike Harry, who often took breaks to admire Y/N’s beauty. Y/N brightened his day within seconds, whether in person or over the phone. His smile never faltered around the beautiful girl, and his stomach never stopped fluttering when her skin brushed his. He returned his attention toward the screen, where Bridget followed her true love into the snowstorm. “Hey, do you consider us exclusive?” Harry asked, running his thumb across her knuckles. “Wait, you want us to be exclusive? Shit, I better break up with my three other boyfriends,” Y/N giggled, dodging the popcorn Harry chunked at her. Harry rolled his eyes, chuckling at her joke, “I’m serious. I care about you, and I want to reassure you that I’m serious about us.” Y/N smiled through her racing heart, “Me too. I care about you too. Will you be my boyfriend?” Harry smiled, cupping Y/N’s face, “Yes, will you be my girlfriend?” Y/N nodded, pressing her lips against Harry’s rosy lips. The credits flashed across the screen, but the couple didn’t seem to care at that moment. Y/N couldn’t wait to tell Joyce about her new relationship, and Harry couldn’t wait to thank Andrew for introducing him to Y/N. All Y/N and Harry needed were one another.

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