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yoongis-eggslut · 4 years

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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Apparently Min Yoongi hasn’t been doing enough to get your attention on a MV shoot.

Word Count: 6.8K

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. receiving), light nipple play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t take sex advice from Tumblr smut), slight scratching kink, name calling kink, unnamed noona kink (noona is never used, but reader is a noona), Suga’s not quite himself because he’s trying to impress Reader, Suga also likes the word “fuck” a LOT

A/N: Sweet and protective Yoongi does it for me but so does “grab you and fuck you” Yoongi, so this is like a mild swirl of the two. I tried to be as unspecific about the reader as possible. Also, the smut is in P2 if that’s what you’re here for and it’s like...3K words of sweet smutty goodness.

Part One | Part Two

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“So we definitely want to avoid the top of the hill!” you’re calling out towards the director as you descend down said dusty hill, one hand raised to block your eyes from the bright desert sun. Your boots slide a little in the dirt and a shadow quickly steps into your path. You look up to see that Suga seems to have jogged a few paces up the hill and is reaching out a courteous hand to help you the rest of the way down.

You take his hand, hoping the heat of the sun covers for the blush that spreads across your cheeks, and murmur “Thanks…” as you carefully navigate the rest of the way down. He remains silent, keeping a firm but polite grip until you’ve safely covered the few steps to the bottom.

“Why, what’s at the top of the hill?” The director asks, wandering over to you while looking over a clipboard an assistant handed to him. You drop Suga’s hand as naturally as you could and move towards the director to relay the surprising presence of a very unamused nest of rattlesnakes at the crest of the hill you’d been exploring for the shoot.

It had been one of the longest video shoots you had ever worked, but BTS had wanted to go all out so the entire crew had been on site from dawn every day until late into the nights, toiling away to ensure they nailed their concept. It was your first time working with them and you’d been impressed with their level of perfectionism as well as their sheer, inexplicable humbleness, considering who they were. They were also, endearingly, remarkably silly and carefree between scenes, which had made this one of the more enjoyable shoots you’d worked in recent memory.

Well, you thought, most of them were pretty carefree. Suga seemed to stand out as the silent, stoic one, which was a little unusual since you’d heard he was actually a pretty soft guy once you got to know him. He was good about letting the other members joke around with him, but it was more with the attitude of someone indulging them. You wondered if his position as one of the eldest in the group had made him settle into premature Dad mode. Which was funny to you, since, being a few years older than him, you’d noted that you still weren’t excluded from his fussing. If you went too long without eating, for example, or got too busy to notice how the cold had set in once the sun was down, he’d quietly appear, offering a bag of snacks or asking nonchalantly if you were uncomfortable without a coat. You found it very sweet, if a little unnecessary, but almost all of the guys were that way, to some degree, so it didn’t particularly stand out that Suga had silently made it his mission to look after you.

Which was why you missed the look on his face as he heard you recount running into rattlesnakes to the director, even as you assured him you were fine and backed away properly as the crew had been instructed. His eyes widened as you gestured up the hill and asked if there were markers to seal off the area so no one else would run into them. You missed the pout of his lips as you moved away with the director and a crew member to head to a supply trailer to look for something that might do.

His face was like thunder as he felt a wide hand clap him on his back. He looked up at Namjoon, whose lips were flattened into a thin line of commiseration.

“Her job is her job, hyung.” He said.

“No one’s job is to get attacked by poisonous snakes.” Yoongi muttered before moving along with the rest of the crew to the next set.

As Namjoon couldn’t argue with that, no more was said, which suited Yoongi just fine as he tried to shake it off and get his head back into the shoot.

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Yoongi didn’t run into you again until later that day. He walked into the catering tent and found you chugging a bottle of water and disinterestedly perusing the snack options. He bided his time as he opened the cooler in search of the iced coffee he’d come to get, standing just a little ways away from you as he leisurely filled his cup with ice and began to pour the coffee in.

You looked over and smiled at him, but otherwise said nothing. He was just gearing himself up to start a conversation with you when Taehyung bound into the tent and up to the table.

“Mmm, watermelon…” he said, popping a giant slice into his mouth, cheeks puffing out as he chewed. Yoongi remained expressionless as Taehyung turned to you and held a slice out right in front of your face.

“Here. Watermelon.” Was all he said. You looked at him, amused, before rolling your eyes and smiling, gingerly taking the slice from him and beginning to nibble on it before giving him a companionable pat on the back and moving away.

Taehyung turned, his back to you, and shot a smirk at Yoongi as he raised his eyebrows and walked out of the tent, still munching on his fruit. The annoyance level within Yoongi grew, and he had to loosen his shoulders, his neck cracking in the process. In the meantime, you’d wandered off to the nearby seating area and sat down next to one of the other female crew members, the sounds of your soft conversation letting him know he’d missed his window with you this time.

Huffing out his irritation, mostly with himself for letting Taehyung get under his skin so easily, he made his way out of the tent and veered quickly towards the back of it, where the sun was slanting enough to put him in some shade while he took a few moments to get away from everyone else and coach himself out of his cranky mood.

He was staring out at the distant foothills, sipping his coffee and trying to restore his sense of peace. A slight grin dawned on his lips as he took comfort in the fact that at least you’d smiled at him just now. He was beginning to reminisce about how nice your hand had felt in his earlier when the generator next to him flipped on, filling the air with an obnoxious buzzing and shattering the peace he’d been seeking.

“Of course.” He muttered darkly, taking another swig of his coffee as he accepted that things weren’t going his way today.

It was a few minutes until the damn machine switched off, he was about to get back to work when he heard your voice, still inside the tent and apparently raised to compensate for the now silent buzz of the generator.

“No he does not!” you were laughing.

“I’m telling you, he’s into you. You should go for it.” He heard the other female crewmember say, equally mirthful. Yoongi froze, waiting to hear what was said next, his stomach clenched in anticipation that was about to give him an issue with the ice cold coffee he’d just consumed.

“Shhh, shut up! You’re so full of it. He’s just being a nice…kid.”

“Pssh, you’re full of it. And so condescending. Isn’t he like, almost 30?”

Oh god, oh god, Yoongi chanted in his head. Who were you talking about? Some kid liked you? The idea had him frowning at the horizon while his ears kept straining to hear your conversation.

“No.” you answered petulantly, clearly not taking the conversation seriously at all. “He’s 12. He needs a mommy, not a hook-up.”

“Maybe you could be his mommy.” Your friend intoned suggestively.

“OMG, please stop.” You’re both squealing with laughter now and Yoongi’s brow is thoroughly furrowed in confusion.

“Ok, ok…” he hears your friend suck in a breath, trying to regain her composure before she starts her next sentence. It’s silent for a moment and Yoongi prays that the generator doesn’t switch back on. Let just one thing not screw him over today.

“You can’t tell me you wouldn’t, though.” He hears a light smack and doesn’t know whether you or your friend have hit each other or if you’ve just smacked your own forehead in exasperation. “Oh COME ON…” your friend continues, “You’re telling me that if you and Suga, like…hypothetically end up stranded in a cabin in the woods, you’re not going to sleep with him if he crooks his finger at you??”

If Yoongi’s face could get any paler it would. His lips have practically disappeared into a thin line as he strains to hear your answer over the blood suddenly rushing in his ears.

“In that exact situation? Well obviously.” You admit, but he can hear your sarcasm and practically see the roll of your eyes.

Your friend calls your bluff. “Please. You’d fuck him in his trailer and wouldn’t even be mad if he couldn’t remember your name.”

Suddenly he can hear the chairs squeak as you both get up and start moving out of his earshot and he finds himself praying again that he’ll be able to make out your response before you’re gone.

“Yeah,” you say, and there’s no trace of sarcasm in your tone this time, but there is a slight sigh in your voice that sounds almost…dreamy? “I probably would.”

Yoongi’s coffee cup slips from his hands.

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“Wait, she called you a KID?”

Jin’s voice has reached peak Jin and Yoongi cringes.

“Ey, keep it down, hyung. You don’t have to be so loud.” He shushes.

He’s sitting in his trailer with Jin and Namjoon, relaying the conversation he just overheard. Yoongi is having an embarrassing enough time confiding this information, he’s not interested in having Jin shout it across the set.

“Yoongi-ah…” Jin seems split between being genuinely remorseful and highly entertained at his brother’s predicament, “it’s not good if she can’t think of you as a man.”

Yoongi rubs a hand over his face and sighs. “I know this, hyung.”

“But she said she’d sleep with you.” Namjoon says, arms crossed over his chest as he ponders. “Twice, technically.”

“She’d technically sleep with him twice?” Jin questions, the mirth in his voice breaking through at his first opportunity to make a joke.

“She said she’d sleep with me two times.” Yoongi is irritated.

“Why just two times, are you bad the second time?” Jin asks, now enjoying himself a little too much.

“Why am I having this conversation when I could just murder you instead?” Yoongi’s voice is flat.

In the corner, Namjoon’s shoulders are shaking silently as he tries to pull himself together. It sure was easy to get under Yoongi’s skin these days, he’d be lying if he couldn’t admit that the whole group had been enjoying it a little too much.

“Hyung,” Namjoon suggests, “it was just girls talking. She’s working here, I don’t think she’s trying to sleep with anyone right now.”

Yoongi knew this, realistically. But there was a buzz that had been running through his veins ever since he’d heard you admit that you’d fuck him, and he couldn’t focus on anything else right now. Hence the need to call Jin and Namjoon into his trailer and try to talk it through so he could reclaim his brain and stop thinking about that hint of wistfulness in your voice as you talked about him…

“Yah!” Jin’s shouting breaks through Yoongi’s reverie. “We don’t have time for this right now. We have to be back on set. Yoongi-ah…” Yoongi looks up as Jin leans forward and addresses him seriously, “You’re not proving you’re a man by bringing her water and hovering around her all the time. If you want to know her, you’ve got to gather your courage and talk to her. Tell her you like her.”

At this Jin gets up, exactly as the staff begin knocking at the door to collect everyone back to set.

Jin pauses at the door and turns around, a sly expression on his face. “Offer to take her to a nice cabin.”

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#bts smut #min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #bts x reader

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darkfairy-tales · 4 years

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Confession

Description: Misunderstanding leads to unexpected confession.

Pairing: Chanhee x Sunwoo

Genre: Fluff, Friends to lovers au

"What if he doesn't feel the same?" Sunwoo hears his hyung Chanhee say. His brows furrowing at the question. Who was his hyung talking about? Feel the same? He knew he totally shouldn't be evesdropping but Sunwoo just couldn't help it. Chanhee was inside Jacob's room with Jacob himself. Talking about whoever this 'he' was. "I am sure he loves you Chanhee! Like how can you not even notice!" Jacob says with a frustrated groan. "But it's just so.... unlikely! He is too perfect." Chanhee whines. Sunwoo didn't knew who this 'he' was. But whoever this person is he was totally making him feel bitter. He walked away from there not up for listening anymore. "Hyung is chanhee hyung in love with someone?" Sunwoo asked walking inside Hyunjae's room where Hyunjae was playing a game on his phone. The said male looked up from his phone looking at younger with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. Maybe. Maybe no. Why?" Hyunjae asked. "Just....curious." Sunwoo answers deep in his thought. Hyunjae laughs. "Jealous?" He asked the younger. Sunwoo scowls at him. "Why would I be jealous! Of course I am not." He said defensively. "Whatever you say. Do you want to know who it is?" Hyunjae asked teasingly. "You know who it is?" Sunwoo questioned. "I mean it is so obvious. Maybe you are just dumb enough to not know." Hyunjae teases making the younger huff. "Just tell me." the younger argued. "Well I can't exactly tell the person's name. Because it is not my place. But one thing for sure it is one of us." Hyunjae says. Sunwoo perked up at that. "One of us? who? can I get a hint?" He asks. "Hmm. Hint... he is a good dancer and obviously very handsome. That much I can admit." Hyunjae mumbles. Sunwoo walks out leaving Hyunjae alone in the room. "Someone who dances well and is handsome?" He mumbles to himself.

He abruptly stops when someone comes into his mind. 'Juyeon hyung? Of course it is him! Good at dancing! Handsome. What did I even expected! Of course chanhee hyung would go for someone as perfect as Juyeon hyung!' He thinks internally. Feeling jealousy creep up to him. Just then chanhee walks out, dressed nicely. "Hey. I will be out. See you later." Chanhee mumbles not looking at Sunwoo. The younger frowns at that. "Where are you going hyung?" He asked. "Oh uh with Juyeon. We planned to hangout together." Chanhee says. The younger nods. Oh how much he wanted to stop the older. But he knew it was not his place. If Chanhee loved Juyeon then so be it. Chanhee goes out leaving Sunwoo internally pouting. "Can my day get any worst?" He grumbles. And turns out it can because later while trying to help Jacob he is oh so distracted because of chanhee that he cuts his fingers a bit with a knife accidentally. His hand being uncoordinated for a while knocks over his juice and it spills on him and he has to take a bath again and change. He tries to distract himself with his studies but it doesn't work.

After a series of unfortunate events it was already 5pm. Sunwoo feels like running away to his home. He swears he isn't always like this. But the jealousy he feels, the sadness he feels because of the fact that Chanhee loves Juyeon and not him. And the unfortunate event that followed is all making him so damn sad. He just wants to cry. Hence there he is on his bed, curled up ignoring everyone and everything. "We are back." he hears chanhee and juyeon say outside. He hear juyeon say something, though he couldn't catch what exactly it was, then he hears chanhee laugh. 'He sounds happy.' Sunwoo thinks to himself feeling bitter that he wasn't the one making him smile. A minute later Chanhee peeks inside his room. "Hey you sleeping?" The older asks. "No. Just laying." Sunwoo answers. "I got you something." Chanhee says walking in holding something behind him. Sunwoo sits up curious. "It's not much. It just reminded me of you." Chanhee says sitting down beside the younger on the bed. "Here." he says handing Sunwoo a stuffed light brown teddy bear. "I know stuffed toys are not your thing or whatever but I saw this when I passed by a store. And I thought of you when I saw it." Chanhee says a light blush on his cheeks. "Thanks hyung. This is really cute." Sunwoo says smiling. Even if he didn't liked stuffed toys and all, this is a gift from his Chanhee hyung. Of course it's precious.

"I will go now. You must be tired. Rest-" Chanhee says getting up but is cut off when sunwoo hold his wrist and pulls him back. "Hyung... how are you and Juyeon hyung?" he asked making Chanhee frown at the question. "We are fine?" he answers sounding more like a question. "He must be a great boyfriend." Sunwoo says in a bitter tone. Chanhee's eyes widen at that. "Woah woah woah wait a minute. Juyeon? Boyfriend? Did you thought we were dating?" Chanhee asked and then he burst out laughing making the younger frown. "I am sorry but.. omg this is epic. No offense but Juyeon is not exactly my type." Chanhee laughs. "So you are not dating him?" Sunwoo asked a bit hopeful. "Of course not! Where did you even get the idea idiot!" Chanhee squeaks out while laughing making sunwoo blush out of embrassment. "Hyunjae hyung said you loved one of us. He gave me a hint that he is someone who is good at dancing. And also handsome! Of course I thought of juyeon hyung. Wait.. oh my fucking god is it Changmin hyung? Or worst Eric!" Sunwoo asked almost on the verge of screaming.

He is about to ask more questions when the older holds his nape and pulls him in, their lips crashing against each other. Sunwoo froze. He was kissing his chanhee hyung. Or was it his hyung kissing him? His mind was a mess. It was like his mind went blank for a while. His heart starts beating faster, his eyes wide. Chanhee pulls away noticing the younger was frozen and hadn't kissed back. "I-I am sorry. It's just... I love you Sunwoo. But it's okay if you don't feel the same." Chanhee says in a small voice about to stand back up and walk away but the younger is fast as he pulls him back kissing him. "You can't just walk away after confessing hyung. I love you too hyung." Sunwoo says smiling. Chanhee's smile widens at the younger's words. When sunwoo spends the remaining time of the day kissing the older and mumbling 'I love you' to the older again and again instead of finishing the essay which is due he doesn't regret it.

[End of Story]

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ogcassiopeia · 4 years

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My Top 10 Older Kpop Songs

10. Passion – Se7en

I will warn you, the MV for this is full of early 2000s realness (unfortunate fashion choices and a fedora worn un-ironically) especially in it’s production, but it’s so delightfully nostalgic for me. I listened to this song repeatedly for around half a year...yes you can make fun of me for that.��

9. Stay – MBLAQ

Just a solid track. It is so unfortunate that MBLAQ broke up but DAMN if they didn’t put out some quality bops before they disbanded. This song isn’t as old as others on my list, but MBLAQ has truly been seriously underrated and overlooked by so many younger kpop fans...and in my opinion they are missing out.

8. Without You – 2PM

I adored this song the moment it landed. From the dark and gloomy music video to the sad piano loop to the perfectly simple promotional outfits....it just spoke to me for whatever reason. Some people will argue this song is too upbeat for it’s dark concept, but honestly, the dark, gritty melody comes out during the verses and the brighter hopeful melody in the chorus...so I feel like it evens the tone of the song out.

7. Milky Way – BoA

It’s BoA. She is a legend and you should, at least, respect her. If you don’t crack a smile while listening to this I am worried about your outlook on life.

6. Wild Eyes - Shinhwa

It’s so painfully 1999 in production but OH MY GOD I can’t help but love it. Maybe it’s because I grew up in the late 90s/early 2000s age of the boyband that I always lean towards this kind of sound, the intensely poppy, strangely rythmic beats that come at you with a bombastic flair which creates such an earworm that you catch yourself humming this song randomly years later while browsing a farmers market. (Or is that just me?)

5. It’s Raining – Rain

Once again, early 2000s hip-hop/pop production but very well executed.

4. Into the New World – Girls Generation

If you haven’t listened to this song you cannot call yourself a kpop fan. Flat out.

3. It’s You – Super Junior

THIS SONG Y’ALL. THIS SONG. I get goosebumps every single time “It’s You” comes up on my kpop playlist. It’s melody is so airy and lovely, the little “ooh-oh-oohs” echoing behind the main chorus make me swoon. Just do yourself a favor and listen to this song, I promise you’ll thank me after.

2. Run – Younha

MY GURL. Younha is so criminally underrated in the kpop scene and yet she consistently produces some of the BEST music in the world, PERIOD. When I first heard this song I felt just as the title suggested...like running. Wind in my hair, bright sunny day, foot in front of foot, faster and faster until I reach my limit. The chorus makes me feel like smiling...like I am happy to be alive.

1. Mideoyo – TVXQ!

TVXQ is my bias group. Forever and always. I loved them as a 5 member group and I love them as a 2 member group. This ballad is from their early days, back in 2005 when they were still just somewhat starting out, but damn if the harmonies are still the BEST I’ve ever heard. TVXQ has been and always will be the MASTERS of harmonization in Kpop and have some of the best ballads in kpop history. I am not usually a ballad person, but this song always gives me goosebumps, especially Jaejoong’s high notes at the chorus crest....*chef’s kiss* perfection.

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minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong · 5 years

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Ephemera Chapter Nineteen (END)

Ephemera: In art, transitory written and printed matter (receipts, notes, tickets, clippings, etc.) not originally intended to be kept or preserved.

Alternatively, things that exist or are used for only a short time.

Description: Nobody knows who Vante really is. Everything about the popular artist is shrouded in secrecy: from his face to his name to everything in between. After years of working for his art gallery, Y/N feels she may just be the closest thing he has to a friend. Between her success at work and her relationship with campus hot-shot Jeon Jungkook, Y/N’s life has never been better. But is Jungkook truly who he says he is? And who will Y/N protect now that she knows Vante’s livelihood may be on the line?

Genre: Romance, Drama, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x (f) Reader x Taehyung

Word Count: 7.0k

Tags: Non-Idol!Au, Gang!Au, Art History Student!Reader, Film Student!Jungkook, Art Student!Taehyung

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of alcohol, although infrequently

A/N: GUYS THE ALBUM!! THE MV!! JAMAIS VU, MAKE IT RIGHT, DIONYSUS!! TRULY THE BOPS OF ALL BOPS I CANNOT BELIEVE THE LEVEL OF ARTISTRY! EVERY TIME I THINK THEY’VE GOTTEN AS GOOD AS IS HUMANLY POSSIBLE, THE DO SOMETHING BETTER!! God, I loved it. Anyway, this chapter! Haha we’ve finally reached the end of our journey! I can’t believe it, really. Anyway, please don’t be shy and send feedback, critique, questions, theories, and comments my way. I’ll be sure to respond to all asks I receive within a day of receiving them! Links will be added later, so for now check my masterlist to find previous chapters!

And again, if you want to follow my Twitter, my username is @/plzpunchmebts. I’m super active over there and hopefully in the future I’ll do some livestreams/chats with you all! And concert videos!!

ALSO BIG UPDATE: I’ll be taking a couple weeks off from writing series’ until after the BTS concert on May 4. I don’t want to get into a posting routine only to have to throw it off for that weekend. That said, I’ll be working on finishing REALLY OLD requests that I haven’t gotten to yet, so I’ll be posting! Just not series. (Although, I do have my next series planned and started. If you guys want spoilers for that, plz send me an ask hehe)

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My daughter,

I’m sure this letter comes as a bit of a shock to you. It’s a bit of a shock to me as well. I don’t know exactly where to start.

Leaving you was the hardest decision I ever had to make. But now that you’re older, I hope you can understand me. Even just a little. You were the biggest hope in my life, but I didn’t feel worthy of you. I didn’t want to raise a daughter whose only mother was dependent on someone else to support her. I didn’t have any options in the countryside, but I thought if I went to Seoul and came home successful…maybe you’d grow to respect me.

It sounds selfish writing it down. It was selfish. I am selfish.

To be honest, I didn’t intend on reaching out to you. As it stands, I’m working for a small company as a web designer. Not exactly the lofty dream I had when I left. I didn’t want to face you until I’d made something of myself, so you’d understand why I had to leave. But…well, things change over time I suppose.

I keep a close eye on the tabloids in Seoul because of my job, and when the news about Vante dropped I was intrigued. Truthfully, I’d been trying to get in with him for years. Ever since he showed up in the art scene. I wanted to help him market himself online.

I was perplexed, however, considering the fact that he seems quite reclusive and yet had a female companion with him in almost every photo. For a while, I was trying to figure out who that girl was so I could reach out to her. And as it turns out…you know the rest.

I don’t want you to think I’m exploiting you. I’d never want to do something like that. I’m really glad you were the girl, and not just for career aspects. I was shocked when I found out, and I immediately called a PI to find your address. It wasn’t cheap. But being able to speak with you after so long is a blessing.

I’d love to meet with you in person. Catch up. Talk about what you’ve been up to all these years. You’ve grown into such a beautiful young lady, and you’re doing so many exciting things. I’d love to hear all about them.

Please meet me at the address below on Sunday at 1 PM if you can. It’s a little coffee shop I like. I think it might be a nice place to reunite.

And I apologize for not writing a return address. I’m not sure how you’ll receive this, and I don’t want any legal trouble should you decide this letter is worth litigation.

Hoping to see you there.

Sincerely,

Mom

I’d read and reread the letter enough times to burn the script into my mind forever. If I shut my eyes, her words still floated around on the blacks of my lids. I’d never expected to hear from her again, and was content living my life independently from hers. Perhaps some deep, dark part of me was hoping to rub my success in her nose somehow, but…not like this. The nerve of her. To reach out to me after all these years…

Just because I knew Taehyung.

Something about that stung me in a place that was too tender to look at closely. I didn’t know why the pain was so visceral, but it felt deeper than just a blow to the ego.

I stared at the letter sitting on my coffee table, wrinkled and worn from my chronic folding and unfolding. It had only been a day, and my mind was still swimming in the letter. What right did she have to disrupt my life this way? Who was she to me anyway to be able to affect my waking hours? To consume my thoughts?

I sighed and flipped it over so I only saw my address. What a joke. She thought I might hand over the letter to the police or something? Everything about the letter disgusted me.

So why was that address now burned in the back of my mind?

I touched my pointer finger to my necklace, the ruby one Taehyung had given me so long ago, as I waited in the Sanyo Industries reception room. Yoongi sat beside me, playing with his hands. As decided during our meeting, Yoongi and I were dressed sharp: him in a nice pair of slacks and a pressed button-down, and me in my work skirt and a blouse I had to steam to get the wrinkles out. The reception area was vast, a wide room with wide windows and lots of empty space. The employee behind the desk eyed us now and then, and it was clear by the way she’d received us that she knew exactly who Yoongi was. She’d practically stuttered out her greeting as we entered the modern-looking office.

“Why should the son of a CEO have to wait in the reception office?” I mumbled under my breath with a sigh.

I hadn’t bothered asking Yoongi if he’d gone to meet Nara like I suggested, mostly for his own sake. Emanating from Yoongi’s very core was a jittery sense of anticipation. His eyes flashed wildly around the room, toward the elevators, toward the front doors, toward the marble floor. I’d never seen him so visibly nervous. He was always like Troy, impregnable. But it seemed his father was his own Trojan Horse, his undoing. I eyed him, awaiting a reaction, but none came. Almost like he didn’t hear me at all.

I gave his arm a poke and raised my brows as he jumped and looked at me with wide eyes. “Huh?” he asked, swallowing hard.

I sighed and crossed my arms. “Yoongi, you don’t look so good,” I said, tone softening as I watched him with furrowed brow.

He inhaled sharply and held his breath for a few seconds before letting it out in a puff that startled the receptionist. “Sorry,” he said quietly.

I smiled, attempting a gentle pat, but he was so jumpy that the touch of my palm on his shoulder almost made him shout. “If this is too much, you can go. Honestly, we mostly needed you to get me inside,” I said, then rolled my eyes and glanced out onto the street where Namjoon stood, smoking a cigarette. “Well, me and that idiot.”

Yoongi shook his head and braced himself on his knees, knuckles white as he held on to the tops of his knees. “No,” he said, shutting his eyes with a steadying breath. “I’m not here just to help you guys.”

I nodded. “Listen…you wanting to take responsibility — for yourself and for Nara — it’s really noble. I respect it. But…well, if you don’t mind me being a little nosy, you seem super rattled. I don’t know if this is the best move for your sake,” I said, watching him for any reaction.

He only opened his eyes and nodded, somber. “It’s probably stupid,” he said with a humorless laugh. “But…after spending so long with my head in the sand, I guess the guilt of it is catching up with me.”

“Guilt?”

He shrugged. “How many innocent people have had their lives ruined by my dad’s business? How many people like Nara have I just…left behind? Because it was too much responsibility?”

I raised my brows. “This is the first time I’ve heard you talking about reformation. You seemed a bit ambivalent,” I said, then shrugged. “Like Seokjin.”

“Neither of us are ambivalent, Y/N,” he said seriously, finally meeting my eyes head-on. “We both grew up seeing all the corruption and didn’t see any ways of making it better. Rather than ambivalent…we became cynical.”

I smoothed down my skirt, thinking. “I bet you’re not the only ones to become disillusioned,” I said, recalling that letter on my coffee table with a scowl. “Sometimes all we can do is accept that things are messed up and try to do the right thing on our own.”

He shook his head. “But what if I can’t accept that anymore?” he asked, brows knit as he implored me with his tender gaze. “What if I’ve been accepting it to avoid doing the right thing? Because the right thing is hard?”

I blinked at him, disarmed by the vulnerability in his eyes. “Yoongi…”

“I don’t deserve a free pass,” he said, serious as he scanned me. “Not when people are getting hurt.”

“What do you plan on doing?” I asked, raising my brows.

He settled back against his seat and his jitters slowed, knees stopping their anxious bounce. He anchored his gaze on something far away, perhaps something not physically here at all. “I’m gonna fix it.”

“Fix it?”

“The company,” he said with a steady nod. “From the inside. I’m gonna make it so that people don’t get hurt anymore. Like Ori.”

I watched him for a long moment, watched the way his jaw went staunch against his neck, and couldn’t help but admire his determination. Righteous outrage and a little bit of guilt. I exhaled in a puff and smirked, eyeing him sidelong. “Min Yoongi,” I said, and he glanced at me. There was an innocence in the rounds of his eyes, in the expectation in his parted lips. “You’ll do great,” I finished with a smile. I gave his shoulder a pat and nodded once.

He met my eyes and, slowly, a halfway there smile touched his features and he returned my nod. “Thanks,” he said, chuckling once, sharp.

“Excuse me?” called the receptionist, sounding uncertain. She had risen to her feet and was staring at us with her hands clasped in front of her stomach. She gave a smile I recognized from wearing it myself at work. “Mr. Min is ready to see you.”

I nodded and gave her a bow before catching Namjoon’s eye outside and jerking my head toward the elevator. He quickly stomped out his cigarette and rushed inside, smelling strongly of nicotine. I gave him a grimace and he responded with a smile, resting his hand on the small of my back and leading me down the hallway toward the elevator.

“Ah! Do you need help finding the office?” the receptionist called, craning her neck to peer after us.

Yoongi chuckled and shook his head, waving at her as he called for the elevator. “I think we’ll be okay. Thank you,” he said with a smile her way.

She blinked a few times before adjusting her hair and bowing, her head disappearing back around the corner. And, in silence, the three of us entered the elevator.

The CEO of Sanyo Industries was not the imposing man I was expecting. Perhaps I’d built him up as some sort of malevolent deity, but looking at him sitting in a chair that looked several inches too big for him, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, it was hard to see Mr. Min as the ruthless businessman I knew he was.

The office was spacious, like the reception area, and decorated with classic mahogany browns and deep reds. It looked like the sort of office you’d see in a rich man’s mansion. But Mr. Min himself didn’t quite match it. Mousy in the face with sallow skin and salt-and-pepper hair, he looked like someone’s quiet uncle, the one you only see at family get-togethers who you have trouble even making small talk with.

He cleared his throat and stared up at Yoongi and I, raising his brows. “Son,” he began, then chuckled, rubbing his nose bridge and shutting his eyes. “Is this some sort of marriage announcement?”

Yoongi sighed. “You’d know about any marriage before I would, Dad,” he said, eyes going dull.

“Well then, what brings you two here?” he asked, eyeing me. “And furthermore, who are you if not a fiancé?”

I glanced at Yoongi, waiting for him to speak. But he simply kept his eyes ahead, perhaps trying to tether himself to reality somehow. It wasn’t a part of the plan for me to be too vocal. And besides, I wasn’t so sure it was safe to speak much. If what yoongi said about his father was anything to go by, I’d be smart not to oppose him.

Namjoon had planned everything pretty meticulously. For the first time since arriving, I felt concerned that I’d mess up my role. And with Namjoon himself waiting outside the office so as not to spook Mr. Min right off the bat, I felt ill at ease with all of his attention squarely on me.

I played with the pendant on my necklace. “Uh,” I began, meeting the CEO’s eyes once more. “I’m, uh…I…work with Yoongi.”

He cocked a brow and smirked. “Ah, another criminal?” he asked, scoffing. “Really, Yoongi, when are you going to come to your senses and get serious?” His tone had taken a shift. Gone were the fleeting moments of jest and teasing. In its place was nothing short of frightful intensity, his gaze on Yoongi, boring into him through thin-rimmed glasses.

“Today,” said Yoongi, facing his father. “If things go well.”

Mr. Min leaned back and coughed a little, one of those innocuous old-man sounds that once again threw me for a loop. Was he any suburban dad you might see at the Han River or was he a cutthroat criminal?

“That’s…very good news,” he said, then eyed me with a scowl. “Although if you’re looking to get your friend a job, I can confidently say not a chance.”

I was nearly hurt by his comment before remembering just what sort of company he ran. I took my bruised pride and, clearing my throat, crossed my arms. “I’m not looking for work,” I said.

He hummed. “Well, Yoongi, I can’t say I’m unhappy to hear about your change of heart,” he said, giving Yoongi the ghost of a smile.

Yoongi cleared his throat and rubbed his palms together. “There’s a condition.”

“Condition?” asked Mr. Min, his expression darkening.

“Call off your hit on Ori.”

He chuckled. “You think having you under my wing is worth letting my biggest competitor go?” he asked, raising his brows. “That’s shockingly confident. Even for you.”

Yoongi shook his head. “No,” he said, locking eyes with his father. “I know that’s not enough.”

“Then what’s the rest of your bid?” he asked with a smirk. “You know you can’t prove I’ve got a hit on Ori.”

I cleared my throat and took a step forward, rifling through my bag to grab my phone. “That’s,” I began, but had to pause since my phone was hidden beneath my wallet. I chuckled to myself, nervous, and continued once I had my cell phone in my hand. “That’s where I come in.”

Mr. Min stared at me, but his teasing once again halted. Quietly, I pressed play on my cell phone. The recording played and I took the moment of respite to lean back, inelegant and unceremonious, to knock on the door twice, alerting Namjoon to his cue.

Mr. Min’s gaze went hard like obsidian and it locked on me. “That’s Kim Seokjin?”

Yoongi stepped forward, crossing his arms. “Take action against Jin and we’ll release the recording and tell the press. You might not be aware, but Y/N has become pretty intimately familiar with news outlets these days, being Vante’s secret woman and everything.”

Mr. Min’s face flushed and his eyes skittered between us like a cornered animal. “You’re her…,” he said with a nod. He rubbed his temples and an almost childish smile touched his face. Shutting his eyes, he nodded again as the door opened and Namjoon stepped inside. “You’ve outplayed me, haven’t you?”

Yoongi adjusted his cuffs and cleared his throat. “Sorry, Dad,” he said, sighing. “But I can’t sit back and watch you ruin people’s lives anymore.”

His father opened his eyes and they were sharp, angry, but there was a margin of respect in them. “So this is your offer? You come on under me and you don’t air Sanyo’s dirty laundry?”

Yoongi nodded once sharply. “Yes.”

He smirked and glanced at Namjoon who had taken the spot at my other side. “I suppose you’re here to discuss the logistics,” he said, chuckling. “You two can leave. This is a discussion between businessmen.”

Namjoon grinned and pulled out the plush chair in front of Mr. Min’s desk before settling in. “It is,” he said, turning around to smile at Yoongi and me. “I’ll meet you two downstairs when we’re done here,” he continued. Yoongi and I each turned halfway toward the door, and as my fingers clasped around the doorknob, Namjoon called, “Oh and Y/N?”

I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Yes?” I asked, eager to leave the intimidating place.

He smirked. “Have your friend send her resume to my secretary. She’ll schedule her for an interview with my hiring department.”

A small smile spread across my face as I opened the door. I nodded and he returned it, grinning. “I will,” I said, leading Yoongi out into the hallway once more.

I awoke to pounding at my front door. Groaning, I rubbed my eyes and pushed myself upright on the couch. I must have fallen asleep shortly after returning home from Sanyo. Namjoon had emerged two hours later with a big grin and a new contract with Yoongi’s father stating neither company would attack the other moving forward. And although Namjoon hadn’t been the one to strike first, his strategic prowess had proven extremely useful as by the end Mr. Min was offering a collaborative project. Namjoon wouldn’t tell me whether he’d accepted the project or not, but I suspected I knew his principles well enough to know exactly where he’d told Mr. Min to shove that offer.

Yoongi had stayed behind to hash things out with his dad, and he told me not to worry about him. Of course, I worried anyway, because as his back retreated back toward the elevator, he looked so small. Too small for this big corporate world.

But my worries were quickly assuaged as he turned slightly before entering the elevator and shot me a playful smirk and a wink. As I moved to respond, he quickly hopped into the elevator and that was the last I saw of him.

Once I’d gotten home, I’d practically fallen into a puddle on the couch, turning on the TV and letting whatever cable show was on play as my mind wandered away from me. I wasn’t sure when I’d fallen asleep or how long I’d been out, but the knocking was incessant and demanding.

Groggy, I wandered toward the door and opened it without checking the peephole, rubbing the back of my head with a groan. “Hello?”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

I pried my eyes open and saw Taehyung fuming in the doorway. I furrowed my brow and blinked at him. “What time is it?”

He sighed. “It’s midnight. Why are you still dressed up?” he asked, finally scanning me before shaking his head and waving his hands. “No, that’s not important! Why did you keep this whole plan from me? Don’t I have the right to know?”

My senses had returned to me and, gently, I took his forearm and led him inside the apartment. He followed, albeit unwillingly, and pouted down at me. He was dressed in leisure wear, likely having run here from his apartment once Namjoon told him what happened without so much as grabbing a jacket.

I sat him down on the couch and smiled. “I’m sorry,” I said.

He opened his mouth to say something but shut it quickly with a sigh, gripping his nose bridge. “Shit,” he mumbled. “I can’t scold you if you apologize first.”

I laughed and nodded. “I know,” I said, then shook my head. “I really am sorry, for what it’s worth.”

He eyed me from between his fingers and cocked a brow. “Why didn’t you tell me, though? Really?”

I rubbed his arm with a smile. “I didn’t want you to take this on too,” I said. “With everything that happened with the gala…I figured you’d do something unnecessary again. You’d handle things on your own and demand I stay out of it,” I began, pausing to rub my hands together. “I know it’s annoying, but I thought that there had to be a way to fix things without someone sacrificing themselves.”

“What about your friend? That Yoongi kid? Didn’t he sacrifice himself?” he asked.

I chuckled, remembering that mischievous wink, that boy with his head in his computer, that guy who saved a stray dog and bought expensive food for it. “No,” I said, smiling. “He’s found something new to be passionate about.”

Taehyung sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I hate that I can see your point,” he said, shaking his head. “I wish I could’ve helped you more.”

Gently, I touched the pendant on my collarbone and smiled at him. “You did help, Taehyung,” I said, and his eyes flashed toward me. “More than you can possibly know. You showed me that I’m stronger when I speak out. That I have what it takes to advocate for myself.”

His shoulders slumped with a sigh and he glanced toward the coffee table where Mom’s letter still sat, wrinkled. “You would’ve figured it out on your own eventually,” said Taehyung with a pout.

I smiled. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t think I would have.” I sighed and watched the letter as if it might change the longer I looked at it. “It took you to shake it out of me.”

“Well…that’s one contribution at least,” he said with a sigh.

“It bothers me.”

He sat upright and stared at me wide-eyed. “Huh?”

I shook my head. “Not that you’ve been helping me, but that it took someone else pushing me for me to finally get myself together,” I said, brow furrowed as I leaned back against the couch cushions. I crossed my arms and stewed over it, still staring at the letter. “I feel like everything I’ve done has been because of either you or Jungkook.”

Taehyung stiffened. “Wait, what?”

I sat up and frowned. “Yeah. The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get,” I said, thinking about that stupid letter. If not for Taehyung, I probably would never have heard from my mom again.

“Y/N, you just got home from blackmailing a billionaire CEO,” he said, raising his brows. “I don’t think any of that had to do with me or Jungkook.”

I shook my head. “I dunno,” I said, trying to name the gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Taehyung sighed and leaned into the couch, glancing up toward the TV. “What’re you watching?”

“I’m not sure,” I said, reclining beside him albeit uneasily as my thoughts kept swirling.

We both watched the screen for a moment and I felt the call of sleep beckoning again. Why with Taehyung did I always fall asleep? Perhaps he was a comfortable person. Our relationship had after all began when he left me trinkets while I slept at work.

“My agent wants me to start thinking about doing a documentary,” he said, like the thought couldn’t remain in his head.

I hummed. “Weird,” I said with a nod. “About you?”

“Yeah. Since public interest is so high right now, she thinks it might be a good time to start working on something,” he said, then shook his head. “But I don’t wanna be followed by a big film crew that I don’t know and everyone she’s suggested has been awkward.”

“Hm,” I said, resting my head against the back of the couch, eyes fluttering shut.

“I just want a small company, you know? If I’m going to do it, that is,” he continued, but his voice was growing more and more distant.

And before I knew it, I was asleep.

“Hey-wait, what the fuck?”

“Oh…sorry.”

“I…you…what are you even doing here?”

“I fell asleep.”

“Why were you here late?”

“Because I-…ah, forget it.”

I groaned and rolled over, tumbling off the couch and onto the rug. I stared up at the front door, the source of the noise, and saw Jungkook in the doorway. Smiling, I gave him a wave and pushed up to my bottom.

“Morning,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

Jungkook gave me a pout. “Don’t give me that cute face,” he said, jerking a thumb at Taehyung who, by that point, I’d only just begun to register as being in my apartment at all. “What’s he doing here?”

“He came over last night to scold me,” I said, standing to my feet with the help of the coffee table. My fingers brushed Mom’s letter and I recoiled like I’d touched a hot stove.

“Scold you?” asked Jungkook, eyes round. He tuned to Taehyung and frowned. “Why were you scolding her? And why didn’t you do it during business hours?”

“Jungkook,” I said, laughing as I approached. I gave his shoulder a pat before breezing past him into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I’d slept in my work skirt and blouse, so both were horribly wrinkled now. Great, and I still had to get to work in a few hours. “What are you doing here, Kook?” I called out into the hallway.

But to my surprise, both boys had followed me in to the bathroom and were beginning to cram themselves into the small space with me. I shouted as Jungkook shoved my pelvis into the countertop with his hip so he could perch on the toilet seat. Taehyung left a more reasonable distance between us and lingered in the doorway.

“I heard about what happened with Yoongi. Jin told me Yoongi’s leaving Bangtan and gave me an out too,” he said, then gave Taehyung a cautious look. “Can I talk about this with him?”

I chuckled and nodded, swishing my mouth with water. “Mhm,” I said.

Taehyung hummed. “So you’re leaving the shady business?”

Jungkook, his defenses lowering, nodded and returned his eyes to me. “Yeah. I want to do what I love instead.”

“What do you love?” asked Taehyung.

“I wanna make movies,” said Jungkook with a soft smile. “I bet you’d get it, being an artist and everything.”

Taehyung smiled and nodded. “Boy do I,” he said with a sigh. “Deciding to leave home and go it alone was really tough, but once I did it I never regretted it. Not even for a second.”

Jungkook grinned. “That’s comforting to hear, at least.”

I glanced between them a few times as the beginnings of a scheme began working in my brain. “You two are actually really similar, now that I think about it,” I said with a nod.

Jungkook scoffed. “No way,” he said with a snort.

I shot a warning glance at him and he quieted down. “I mean it,” I said. “You both see beauty in the ordinary and want to capture that.”

Taehyung raised his brows. “Is that something you’re interested in, Jungkook?”

He pouted and shrugged, watching the floor. “Yeah, I guess.”

Taehyung chuckled. “Man, I wish I would’ve known sooner! I take photos, so if you ever want to go and get some material, I’m free.”

Jungkook glanced up with wide eyes. “Huh?” he asked.

Taehyung nodded. “Yeah. Video is really dynamic, but I don’t have an eye for it. I’d love to see your process.”

Jungkook smiled, just a little, and sat up straighter. “Wait, you mean it?”

“Yeah, of course,” said Taehyung with a laugh. “Give me your number and we can plan something.”

I smiled knowingly and leaned back against the wall so the two could exchange contact information. “You know,” I began, rubbing Jungkook’s shoulder. “Jungkook’s working for a film company now.”

Jungkook stiffened. “N-Not yet! I just sent off my video, but-,”

“But you’re in. I saw that video, Kook. And, as an art curator, I’m telling you it’s good,” I said.

Taehyung’s eyes went wide. “For real?” he asked.

Jungkook shrugged, his knees spread wide as he sat slumped slightly. “Yeah. Probably, anyway.”

Taehyung scoffed. “Well…I might have a really big project for you guys if you’re interested.”

Jungkook stiffened. “What?”

“Let’s chat about it today. Y/N, do you mind if I steal him for a while?” asked Taehyung.

I smiled and gestured toward Jungkook with both hands. “He’s all yours.”

Jungkook glanced up at me, wide-eyed. “Wait, what’s happening?”

I chuckled. “Meet me after work, okay?” I asked with a smile, patting his shoulder as I slid past both of them to get ready for my shift.

As I was getting ready to leave work, I noticed a few text messages on my phone from while I was working. Smiling, I unlocked it and read over the text.

Nararawr: I’ve got an interview with Ori.

Nararawr: The receptionist said I had to interview properly if I wanted the job, no handouts.

Nararawr: IDK you did, but…thank you. I’ll be sure to do my best!

Nararawr: Yoongi came by my class on Monday. I assume that’s also your doing :P

Nararawr: He said he had some things to explain to me, so we’re meeting up on Friday to talk about everything. Methinks it’s a…*gasp*…DATE?!

Nararawr: At any rate, thank you. I won’t waste this opportunity. Thank you for letting me get this myself. I appreciate you more than I say.

I ran a finger along my screen and chuckled. Of course he’d gone. I knew he would. Gently, I typed out a response.

Y/N: Hey, I didn’t do much. I’m just glad everything worked out. Let’s meet up on Saturday to chat! I’ve also got some things to explain to you. And besides I wanna hear about you…*gasp*…DATE?!

I smiled and slid my phone into my purse, removing my ascot and stuffing it inside along with it. The shift was quick, quicker than usual as I’d been scheduled during a busier time of day. The midday rush had died down by the end, and Areum gave me a four-fingered wave goodbye as I made my way back toward the exit from the break room. But as I stepped into the hall, Mr. Kwon jogged up behind me and grabbed my shoulder. I jumped a little and spun around to face him.

“Y/N! Thank God I caught you,” he said with a breathless laugh.

I smiled and gave him a bow. “Is there anything I can help you with, Sir?” I asked.

“If you have time, I’d love you to join me for a meeting right now,” he said.

“With who?” I asked.

“It’s-,” he began, but paused with a chuckle.

He grinned and glanced over my shoulder as the elevator dinged and out walked a few familiar faces. No way. Two of the Japanese philanthropists I’d sold paintings to all those weeks ago. It felt like a lifetime. I bowed deeply at each of them.

“Hello,” I said once I stood upright once more.

“Ah! Are you going to be in the meeting as well?” asked one man with a smile.

I took a peek at Mr. Kwon who gave me an encouraging nod and a smile, and turned back to the philanthropists. “Um…yes,” I said with a smile.

“Wonderful!” he said. “I was telling Mr. Kwon that we’d love to have you.”

“Have me…?” I began, but Mr. Kwon simply laughed and shuffled me back into the gallery, leading all of us to his office.

I stared at the letter on my coffee table, now dressed in my favorite turtleneck and the same skirt I’d worn to meet Jungkook for our study date, months and months ago. Any minute, he’d show up in his car, awaiting my arrival so we could go somewhere. Anywhere.

And still, here I was. Staring at that stupid letter. What did I think would happen if I kept looking at it? Would it suddenly sprout wings and fly away? Would it burn up in flames?

My phone buzzed and I knew he was here. I leapt to my feet and, without thinking, swiped the letter and pocketed it before rushing out the front door to meet Jungkook downstairs.

Jungkook and I sat beneath the dome stars, resting on a blanket in the grass at a park by my apartment. One I hadn’t been to in a long time. Neither of us was saying much, not after the initial flood of information exchange. How he was going to be in touch with Taehyung regarding that documentary, how the two are actually pretty compatible, how everything had gone with Yoongi at Sanyo.

Now there was just silence. The comfortable kind.

I knew I had to tell him about what had happened in the meeting today. If anyone needed to know, it was him.

But I let myself indulge in the silence for a moment longer. “My mom wrote to me,” I said, resting on my palms as I stared up at the fresh, cloudless autumn night sky. Stars splayed out like paint splatters.

Jungkook glanced at me, eyes wide. “She did?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. She wants to meet me.”

“She…she does?”

“Yeah,” I said with a chuckle. “I thought…I thought I might feel really vindicated when this moment finally came, but I kinda just feel…empty.”

“Empty…,” repeated Jungkook softly.

I nodded. “Because she wants to meet with me to get to Taehyung,” I said with a nod. “Isn’t it a little pathetic? Reaching out to your estranged daughter once she can benefit you?” I chuckled. “And what’s more pathetic is that I’m actually considering going.”

“Y/N,” said Jungkook softly, chiding. “I’ll support whatever choice you make,” he said, eyes boring into me intently.

I smiled and leaned toward him, giving him a chaste peck, and nodded. “Thank you,” I said with a sigh. “You know, it’s been bothering me for a while now,” I said, touching the ruby necklace where it met my skin. “I wonder what I’d be on my own. Who I’d be. Without you or Taehyung or Dad or Nara or anyone supporting me.”

“That’s a sad thought,” said Jungkook softly.

I shook my head. “It’s not,” I said. “I wanna know, Jungkook. All my life…I’ve been holding on to people so tight that I forgot I’m also a person worth holding on to. I forgot that I’m a person at all.”

Jungkook reached out and laced our fingers gently, inching closer. “I understand.”

“And I appreciate you for that,” I said, chuckling. “But…I wanna know what I’m made of when I’m on my own. Up until now, the only thing making me move forward has been circumstance. I haven’t done anything by myself. I haven't grown because I actively wanted to become better, but because I’ve been forced to through my relationships with you. With Taehyung. With Namjoon. With…everyone.”

Jungkook nodded. “You wanna stand on your own two feet.”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna see what you’re capable of,” he said, smiling.

I smiled too. “Which is why I’m gonna take a job offer in Japan.”

Jungkook coughed a little, sputtering, before staring down at me with wide eyes. “Wait, what? Where the hell did that come from?”

I laughed. “Today, my boss at the gallery offered me a year-long position at a new gallery they’re opening in Tokyo. He’s been having these talks with a bunch of philanthropists who I sold paintings to. I guess they really wanted to have me on the team at least for the first year to train new employees. I’ll be done with my degree in a few months anyway and I’ll be a manager,” I said, watching his expression change from shock to something like respect, mingling with a tinge of sadness.

“I…Y/N, that’s incredible,” Jungkook said, laughing as he swept me up in his arms. “I mean, I’ll miss you like hell but this is an amazing opportunity. You’d be crazy not to take it.”

I smiled and held on to him tightly, inhaling the sweet, gentle scent of his cologne, feeling the firm expanse of his chest. He rubbed my side, tender, and pulled back to press his palm against my cheek, smiling. “Let’s call it…our test period,” I said with a grin. He raised his brows. “After everything that happened, I can’t say I trust you one-hundred percent.”

He nodded. “I get it.”

“So…this year abroad,” I began, resting my hand atop his as he smoothed his fingers against my cheek. “If we still feel the same way about each other when I get home, then we can start again. For real this time.”

He swallowed hard and smiled, his thumb rubbing circles into my warm skin. “A test period,” he repeated with a nod. “I know I’ll pass.”

I laughed and gave his stomach a poke. “Don’t get cocky. I also have to pass,” I said with a smile.

“I’ll make sure you pass,” he said with a wink.

I shoved him away and stuck out my tongue, miming gagging. “We’ll see,” I teased.

He smiled. “I’m really proud of you,” he said.

I raised my brows. “You are?”

He nodded. “A few months ago, you wouldn’t be able to take this opportunity. You would have held yourself back and let it go to someone else.”

I blinked at my lap as I thought. “I…I guess so, huh?”

“The you from before…I don’t think the you today would like her much,” he said with a chuckle. “Do you?”

The letter suddenly felt heavy in my pocket, like it was burning a hole. Without another word, I pulled it out and stared at it, off-white, worn at the corners. And I took it in both hands before yanking each corner, tearing it clean in half. And again. And again. And again and again until the pieces were small as confetti. Then I opened my palm and let the gentle, chilly breeze carry the scraps away, gone forever into the streets of Seoul.

“That was brave,” said Jungkook from beside me, rubbing my back.

I smiled, a sense of ease washing over me, and turned to him. “I’m about to do something braver,” I said, meeting his curious eyes with a smirk.

I reached out and clamped both hands on his cheeks. He gasped a little as I yanked his face down to meet mine. I tried to convey with a kiss exactly what I needed him to understand. That he wasn’t a bad person, just lost for a while. That he deserved to be happy. That he was strong and smart and talented and so full of potential. That what I felt for him wasn’t something transient, like receipts, like a memo. That it was forever.

He leaned into the kiss, deepening it slightly with a tilt of his head. His lips were sweet with chapstick and soft, never pushy, gentle always. And as I slowly let my fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, I felt him growing flushed, the heat from his face reaching mine through the small fraction of space between us.

Slowly, I pulled away and met his eyes, smiling. “I love you, too,” I said finally.

His eyes glittered with growing moisture and he smiled slightly, scoffing. “Jeez, baby,” he said, wiping his eyes. “You surprised me,” he mumbled.

I chuckled and reached around to the clasp on my necklace, removing it and holding it in my fingers. Slowly, I took his hand and flipped it palm up. I dropped the necklace and smiled at him.

“What’s this about?” he asked, eyeing me.

I closed his fingers around the necklace and patted his fist. “Hold on to that for me,” I said. “And don’t give it back to me until I come back from Japan.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll only take it back when I’ve proven that I can stand on my own two feet,” I said with a nod.

He furrowed his brow before meeting my gaze once more. “You want me to keep this for a year?”

I smirked. “It’ll also keep other girls from getting too cozy if they see that in your room.”

He gaped. “Y/N!” he shouted. “You really think I’m gonna be seeing other people while you’re gone?!”

I shrugged. “I dunno.”

“Wait…are you gonna see other people?!” he shouted, pointing an accusing finger my way.

“I dunno,” I repeated, giggling.

He frowned and leaned down to press a pouty kiss to my lips. “You’d better not or I’ll fly over there give you an earful.”

I laughed, ruffling his hair. “One year…are you sure you like me enough to hold out that long?”

His expression softened and he took my hand in his, pressing a kiss to my palm. “That much and more,” he said gently. “I’ll wait as long as I have to.”

And with that, I smiled and gave his hand a squeeze. I didn’t know where life would lead us, or what might change in a year. I wasn’t sure how I’d tell Dad, how I’d tell Nara. But I knew enough. I knew that the people in my life were good, that they deserved to be beside me. I knew that the ones who walked away from me weren’t meant to stay, and that they weren’t meant to come back either. I knew that the person I was becoming was someone I could finally believe in. And I knew that I could trust the people I loved to be there, always.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #taehyung fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #taehyung fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts ot7 au #bts series #bts fluff #bts angst #bts reactions #bts imagines #bts reader insert

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sorijilleo-beoreoghae · 5 years

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SEVENTEEN “META”

Thoughts:

Say the name!

Honestly, too many members :'(

All very passable at dancing, no one is bad. All are decent at worst, which is why their choreo is usually so fantastic

Self produced

Also all good at singing

Pledis is doing the best they can to ruin them but not working out thank god

Surprisingly only span ~4 years in age despite the number of members

Pretty much always in sync with their choreo, even at 2x, it's out of anyone's league

Broken up into units of 4-5, definitely makes it easier to keep track of them

Their part switch versions are HILARIOUS, because they don't just assign other parts and try their best they completely try to steal and ruin others' parts

Member Breakdown

S. Coups: The fearless leader. Very manly looking but also just a sweetheart. I adore his singing voice. One thing I personally really respect about him is he tends to sit back and let the other members talk and shine more than himself, and makes sure they're very well taken care of. An absolute sweetheart. Leader of rap unit.

Jeonghan: The pretty one, like literally looks like a fairy prince. Has had long hair several times. A very masculine vocal tone but very sweet voice. Kind of a savage, but also sweet. Pretty chill and low key unlike a lot of overexcitable members.

Joshua: From LA. Sophisticated, usually pretty in control compared to the rest, believably one of the oldest members. Usually sings in falsetto in his parts. Decent dancer.

Jun: Unexpectedly over dramatic and loud. Very expressive and does not seem like one of the older members. Honestly a major sass, let's be real. So relatable. 1/2 of China line. Great dancer with his super long arms and legs. Very handsome, tall.

Hoshi: 1/3 of BooSeokSoon, the chaotic trio (and subunit). Can choreograph. Very good vocalist, amazing dancer, decent rapper, the all-kill. Hilarious. Jokes around a lot and brings a lot of energy. Leader of performance unit. 10:10!

Wonwoo: LOW voice. Wears glasses a lot, reads a lot, tries to expand his knowledge. Master gamer of the group though he's stopped playing lately and started going to the gym more. Low voice rapper, also good singer. Enjoys watching the chaos from the sidelines.

Woozi: More reserved and quiet. Savage AF and can be mean. Producer for the group, has created so many awesome songs. Great vocalist, great dancer, decent rapper. Kind of the king of the group. The other members fear him sometimes lol and don't like to make him mad. Short, and often teased for being small. Leader of vocal unit.

Dokyeom: 1/3 of BooSeokSoon, the chaotic trio (and subunit). Incredible vocalist and absolute DORK. Has a really neat voice with a lot of grit and character to it, yet can still belt the high notes. Often the instigator of whatever's going on. Has performed in a musical.

Mingyu: Tall boi. Thinks he's really good looking. One of the semi calm members, but will join in on craziness once it's begun. Can rap and sing well. Like a very big puppy a lot of the time, can get kind of lost.

The8: Sweet baby who loves Kermit. Also a total savage. Martial arts, dance. 1/2 of China line. Seems older because he gives off a cool, sophisticated vibe, but isn't. Fashion, art, can produce his own music and choreograph his own dance. Xu. Ming. Hao.

Seungkwan: 1/3 of BooSeokSoon, the chaotic trio (and subunit). BFFs with Vernon, they get up to some crazy shit. THE overdramatic, extra one. Also great MC and hosts on shows, etc. Incredible voice, like seriously. Unique vocal tone. The mood maker of the group, when he's not there it's not the same happy atmosphere. Can also rap decent.

Vernon: King of facial expression, reacts to the others all the time. (Like seriously stop a video of theirs and check every now and then). Good rapper, can also sing well. BFFs with Seungkwan and does a lot of weird stuff with him.

Dino: Amazing dancer, can choreograph. Maknae, but more mature than a good number of other members XD. Extremely multitalented, can sing and rap very well along with his dance. Has little patience left for the rest of the members (#savedinofromsvt). Gets teased a LOT as the maknae.

Favorite Song: Fast Pace, Good to Me Most Underrated Song: Healing Song That Grew On Me: Clap Favorite MV: Hit Favorite Era: Don't Wanna Cry/Oh My! Favorite Title Track: Don't Wanna Cry Favorite Non-title Track: Fast Pace, Good to Me

Album Break Down

17 Carat (2015) Boys Be (2015) Love & Letter (2016) Love & Letter Repackage (2016) Going Seventeen (2016) Teen,Age (2017) Al1 (2017) Director's Cut (sepcial Album) (2018) You Make My Day (2018) You Made My Dawn (2019)

Album Ranking

1. Al1 2. Love & Letter Repackage 3. 17 Carat 4. Teen,Age 5. You Make My Day 6. Going Seventeen 7. Love & Letter 8. Boys Be 9. Director's Cut (Special Album) 10. You Made My Dawn

Top 10 Songs: 1. Fast Pace 2. Good to Me 3. Healing 4. Habit 5. Don't Wanna Cry 6. HIGHLIGHT 7. OMG 8. If I 9. My I 10. Oh My!

Bias(es): 1. The8

2. Dokyeom

3. Hoshi

Favorite Dancer: The8, Dino

Favorite Singer: Jeonghan Favorite Rapper: Wonwoo Favorite Choreo: Don't Wanna Cry, Good to Me

Favorite Subunit: Performance Unit Favorite Subunit Song: HIGHLIGHT Least Favorite Title Track: Home Least Favorite Choreo: Thanks Favorite Vocal Part: DK's part in Healing, all of Habit Favorite Dance Part: the part in Don't Wanna Cry with The8 as center towards the end Favorite Rap Part: S. Coups’ Mansae Rap Popular Song I Don't Like: Home Unpopular Opinion: Their Rap line isn't really that great, but they can all sing well. I love Seungcheol's voice <3

Dance Ranking: 1. Dino

2. Hoshi 3. Jun 4. The8 5. Woozi 6. Joshua 7. Dokyeom 8. Jeonghan 9. Seungkwan 10. Vernon 11. Wonwoo 12. Mingyu 13. S. Coups

Vocal Ranking: 1. Seungkwan 2. Dokyeom 3. Woozi 4. Jeonghan 5. Hoshi 6. Joshua 7. Dino 8. Jun 9. S. Coups 10. The8 11. Wonwoo 12. Mingyu 13. Vernon

Rap Ranking: 1. Vernon 2. S. Coups 3. Mingyu 4. Wonwoo 5. Hoshi 6. Dino 7. The8 8. Seungkwan 9. Woozi 10. Jun 11. Dokyeom 12. Jeonghan 13. Joshua

Visual Ranking: 1. Jeonghan

2. Jun 3. Vernon 4. Wonwoo 5. Dokyeom 6. Joshua 7. Mingyu 8. The8 9. Dino 10. Woozi 11. Hoshi 12. Seungkwan 13. S. Coups

As always, suggestions or comments are welcome!

NCT, ASTRO, PENTAGON

#seventeen #svt #kpop #meta #my thoughts #an ode #svt comeback #mingyu #vernon #s coups #wonwoo #shorts #jun #the8 #minghao #dino #dokyeom #dk #seokmin #seungkwan #joshua #woozi #jeonghan

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prettywordsyouleft · 6 years

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The Secret Between Us

Summary: The two princes had done everything together. Now it was time to choose a bride, and your intertwined position in their lives would challenge everything.

Characters: Park Woojin x reader, ft. Park Jihoon

Genre: Royal AU, angst, fluff, romance, love triangle

A/N: Requested by anon. I wrote this piece wanting to cover the feelings of everyone involved, and so I chose to focus on each character fully. I hope this isn’t too confusing for you all. I’m sorry it took me so long to get this up today, with being sick and destroyed by Leo’s solo MV it was harder to concentrate.

Word count: 3643

Prince Jihoon sat at the large dinner table, laughing with his cousin and best friend, Woojin. The pair were the same age, having grown up closely – playing, studying, arguing, laughing – everything had been done together.

And now that they were of marrying age, they would be sharing that experience as well. Neither prince had an active interest in the royal politics of their kingdom, opting to spend their days living out all there was to youth, having fun, and being carefree.

But this didn’t mean that Jihoon hadn’t thought about who he would marry. When both his father and Woojin’s father, the King, had mentioned earlier in the month that it would be time to start discussing their marriages, Jihoon had only one girl in mind to ask.

Y/N.

You were beautiful and kind, and had always been in his world, almost as long as Woojin had. You had met as children at the annual banquet for the families that supported the royal family within the kingdom. At five years old, all three of you were attending for the first time, your eyes wide at all the flashy colours, fabrics, textures, noises, lights and smells. It was natural for you to migrate together, your senses overloaded, and wanting to find familiarity.

After that evening, you were invited to more events that involved them, birthday parties, children days, study sessions and astrology evenings. It wasn’t uncommon for you to turn up at their secret hideout in an abandoned observatory either, and Jihoon would find these moments, when most alone from the outside pressures of their status, to be the most comfortable in his life.

And in that observatory he had learned a lot about you, from what you talked of, or from his own observations. It didn’t take him long to realise he had feelings for you, and when you were sixteen he had acted upon them once, your juvenile lips meeting for the first time. It had happened when Woojin had been sick and couldn’t make it to the weekly meet up, and Jihoon had never been happier to have his cousin sick before in life. Neither of you had spoken of that fateful day again however, but he was certain you still thought of it, as it had never left his own mind.

Woojin was oblivious to your connection, his mind always on the next game he would play, or reading the next comic book that he could get his hands on. Jihoon was thankful that his cousin had never shown any real interest in you, the pair of you butting heads constantly whenever around each other for too long. It made him feel confident knowing you weren’t in Woojin’s head any further than how much he could torment you with, Jihoon always feeling he was the insignificant one compared to the future king out of the two of them. Although so many exclaimed he had a more prince like appearance, and was regarded by many in the kingdom at the perfect wink prince, it was Woojin with his darker skin, snaggletoothed grin, and better credentials who was always regarded as the most successful prince, and over time Jihoon had come to view himself under the shadow of his best friend unintentionally.

Seeing you at Woojin’s side would only crush him further, and he would always squish down the insecurities of that ever happening before he put too much weight into them.

“Boys, have you thought about your choices at all for your marriages?” the King enquired and they both stopped discussing what they were going to do the next day, their boyish mannerisms disappearing as they regarded the house of power in front of them. The older man smiled warmly and gestured to his son first.

Woojin took a shaky breath in and then nodded firmly. “I have.”

“And who may she be?”

Jihoon leaned forward, anticipating his cousin’s answer.

“I have chosen Y/N, Father.” Woojin then bit his lip lightly, his eyes refusing to look towards the boy on his right.

Jihoon’s mouth dropped open, and then he snapped it shut as the anger overrode the shock he had instantly felt. In this setting though he knew better than to express it, knowing he’d been seen as an immature toddler throwing a tantrum. It tore him apart sitting there holding it in though, his mind rushing to find signs of Woojin liking you as well.

“She will make a fine princess,” Jihoon’s mother agreed, and he glared over at the one woman he thought would have his back forever. It hurt to hear the person he liked being suggested as good for his cousin and not himself. He wanted to hear that sentence from his mother towards him, and not Woojin. Betrayal bitterly tugged at his heart and he grabbed at the chair he was seated on to attempt to balance out his building temper.

“And Jihoon?” the king asked, looking over at him with a smile. “Who will you choose?”

He glanced up at his uncle, unable to settle on his face for long. Instead he finally threw his chair back; stalking out of the dinner and away from the person he thought he knew the best.

He ran after the departing brunette, calling after Jihoon and getting no response. Sighing, and pushing his legs to move faster, Woojin finally got in front of him, blocking his path entirely.

“Move!” Jihoon growled, shoving Woojin roughly. He maintained his placement in front of him and this seemed to make the older boy furious. “I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU, COUSIN!”

Truth was, Woojin knew why he was this worked up. He knew going into dinner they would be asked that question, and he had prepared for it. Like a traitor, Woojin had sat there the entire time joking with Jihoon, knowing full well the jokes would cease after tonight.

It wasn’t easy, it never had been. Whilst Jihoon had always been able to have conversation flow freely with you, for Woojin, it was harder. He had liked you since his eighth birthday, after receiving your handmade card for him. Everyone else always threw money and extravagance at him, but you had shown your time and your appreciation for his quiet nature. It had thrown him off, and he had spent a lot of the next two years feeling so pent up when he saw you that the only way through was to bicker with you.

“I hate your skirt,” he’d said, when really it was the perfect colour against your skin tone.

And when you had cut your hair as soon as you were thirteen as a symbol of changing from a child into your teenage years, he couldn’t help but feel so frustrated by it that he blurted out the first thing that he could think of. “Did you cut your own hair whilst you slept?”

“No! Oh my god Woojin, you’re so mean! I was following the bob trend now that I’m a teenager and growing up! Which you clearly need to do!”

As you had glared over at him, he groaned inwardly, wanting to tell you instead that he liked how mature it made you look. How he liked you, how he wished you’d look in his direction just once.

But those words never came from his mouth.

So he could understand Jihoon’s reaction quite well, the older boy having been more obvious. You had always been the one topic neither of them would discuss with each other, the only secret between the princes.

Woojin knew it all though, the sly glances Jihoon would have towards you, the smiles that he would hide behind his hand. It would irk Woojin but he never said anything about it, not wanting his own feelings to be outed.

Now they were.

“I’m sorry Jihoon, I-”

“SORRY?! No, you’re not at all!” He shook his hand at Woojin, his eyes murderous. “This isn’t the time to be messing around!”

“Messing around?!” he cried incredulously, balling his hands up at his cousin’s accusation. “Jihoon, we’re talking about growing up, about getting mar-”

“Exactly! Since when did you have feelings for her!? Since when was Y/N even in your mind? You played games; you didn’t care for her at all!”

Woojin remained silent, allowing the temper to roll out over him. He deserved as much.

“You expect me to just accept, cousin, that you want to be with her with genuine feelings, when all you’ve done is degrade her!? Honestly, Y/N wouldn’t want to take your hand in marriage, knowing all you’d do is bicker-”

“I DIDN’T KNOW HOW ELSE TO EXPRESS THAT I LOVED HER!”

Jihoon’s eyes widened at Woojin’s confession, both boys staring at each other, exhausted from fighting over the most important person in their lives.

“Have you kissed her?” Jihoon questioned quietly and Woojin’s eyes lifted to his cousin’s, narrowing his gaze a little.

No but you have, he thought to himself, remembering pulling himself out of his sick bed, assuring his maid he was perfectly fit enough to go out for some fresh air. He had taken his time at arriving at their meet up spot, but he had wanted to go all the same, since he had missed out on all their study sessions earlier in the week. He didn’t want time to slip by without seeing you at least once. What Woojin had discovered on that day was he was too late.

And yet here he was, fighting with someone he considered a brother. It made him sigh, the reminder that Jihoon had gone further than he had being a hard pill to swallow.

Lowering his head, Woojin sighed. “Let’s not fight anymore, cousin.”

“I can’t take it either,” Jihoon admitted, sounding calmer than he had this whole time. “Let’s make it clear with each other; we will not fight over this anymore.”

Woojin bit his lip, understanding that to be the solution Jihoon wanted. For in that moment, the older boy held a card Woojin didn’t.

Now all he had to do was let go completely of you.

Weeks passed and you could tell there was a distinct distance between both cousins. Meetings were strained, both unable to speak to one another with ease like they always had.

You wondered what had happened to them to be like this, you had always known Woojin and Jihoon to be closer than anyone else you had ever met.

And not being shy to ask, you had confronted them about it, both boys awkwardly grabbing at their necks or wrists, diverting their gaze from each other entirely. Vague answers were given over, but nothing truly sat well with you.

It was frustrating, because you could tell both were in pain and wanted to solve their divide.

And then out of nowhere, Jihoon was on your door step, banging on the door so hard you thought it might fall off its hinges. He entered your home as if it were perfectly acceptable for him to do so, and you frowned, the boy soon turning to face you. His eyes unreadable.

Normally they shone full of a puppy love he had grown over the years for you, a love that you had felt awkward towards. Jihoon was like a brother to you, someone you could connect with and laugh with whenever you were down. A dependable friend, there for you whenever you needed him. When his feelings were discovered though, you had wondered if you had led him astray. You had constantly racked your brain, trying to decipher how he had decided you liked him enough to change your relationship.

Today they didn’t shine that way at all, and you realised, they hadn’t for some time.

“Jihoon?”

“I’m leaving, Y/N.”

“What, why?!” His announcement shocked you, he was never the type to be out of the blue like this. “Is something wrong? Is this because of Woojin?”

He shook his head, though his eyes were momentarily steely. He then attempted to smile. “I’m getting married.”

Your eyes widened.

“You were once my choice, you know,” he told you, and you bit your lip, wondering how you could diffuse any notion of you being an option to him. He smiled, now more warmly. “I liked you, I thought, no, I really believed, you liked me back.”

“Jihoon-”

“Please,” he pleaded, lifting his hand. “Let me get this out.”

You nodded, weakly.

“I wanted to marry you; it was like I had this whole life planned out with you. Except I realised, it wasn’t with you at all. But what I had imagined. Somewhere along the line I had led myself to believe you liked me too. I stopped paying attention to your signs.” He stopped to let out a sigh, and reached into his coat pocket. “And then I found this.”

An all too familiar envelope appeared from within his grip. A letter full of words that had never been confessed. Words that had gone missing over two years ago. Your eyes snapped up to Jihoon’s face, and he smiled weakly. “All the same, I thought, you would change your mind. You would like me, not Woojin.”

“Jihoon, I… please stop.”

“Woojin told his father who he wanted to marry. I got angry, I got defensive. I was confused. Since when had he started to like you as well?”

Your eyes grew again, your mind racing at the words coming from his mouth. Woojin liked you?

“I started to realise all the signs, too late of course. His bickering with you, his subtle ways of showing up when he had an inkling you’d be there. My cousin had never uttered a word about you to me, and suddenly we were both in an awkward position. I tried to take away his confession, to remove it with my own upper hand. And it worked. Woojin instantly told his father I would be the better choice for you. It was then that I realised two things. We were being foolish, acting like we could treat you like a toy we were no longer wanting to share. And, that I didn’t like you anymore.”

You couldn’t answer, his words hitting you in waves of confusion, hurt, and surprise.

“It was then I met Princess Sooyoung. I realised my feelings had been juvenile towards you, a ritual of teenage years. For her I felt like a man in her eyes, and she a woman to me.”

“She is a beautiful person,” you said, knowing the girl from trips to see your Aunt. Though you were unsure how to say anything else and fell quiet again.

“You know, Y/N. I don’t want you to feel from all this information that both of us see you as a person to add to our collection of qualifications. You have been best a friend for me for so long, and for two years I was in denial. This letter, it was honest. And Woojin, I believe he feels something far greater than I ever did. I hope in time you may find each other in the way you both hope to. Until then, wish me well, because I’m about to be married!”

You couldn’t help but laugh with his mood diffuser, the pair of you sharing a knowing smile. He held out his hand for you and you slipped yours into it, staring up into the face of a boy who had grown at your side from a child to now a man, one who looked certain of his path forward.

You only hoped one day you would feel that way as well.

Two months passed and you were anxiously excited, helping the young bride with her veil. “Y/N, do you think I will capture Jihoon’s heart completely in this?”

“Your Highness, have you not already?” you replied with an encouraging smile. “You look breathtaking.”

“You know him from years of experience, are you sure?” Sooyoung continued, nerves wracking the girl. You placed your hand over hers and felt her trembling stop. She nodded repeatedly, trying to settle down. “You’re right, I do look beautiful.”

“He’ll only have eyes for you.”

And he did, the entire ceremony showcasing just that. It was strange to see Jihoon so entranced in his new wife, and you found yourself intrigued to see the boy who had seemed so out of touch with his feelings at times, to be so connected with another person. All the same it warmed your heart too, and you found yourself grinning, almost like a proud mother. You had honestly felt an element of raising Jihoon and Woojin at times.

You swallowed then, thinking of his cousin, the person standing off to the side during the whole event. You had willed yourself to keep your eyes off of him, but they had been deprived for so long, that they ignored your requests, soaking him in as much as they could. He had changed in the time you had been apart, somehow he looked older, as if years had passed and not months. It was as if you were looking at him from a new standpoint in your head, not as the boy you had crushed on for years, and had completely dismissed you. Instead he now looked different to you, more masculine and yet softer, more sensitive too. He held new charms, and others were no longer so visible. You smiled to yourself, Woojin was handsome.

Jihoon had always thought your first kiss had gone to him, but you had known better, holding the moment when you were ten in your heart more dearly. It had been night time, and Woojin was walking you back to your home after studying late at the castle’s library. You were both comfortable to walk along in silence, and then out of nowhere a loud cry erupted from within the trees, your body leaping in fright and right into Woojin. His face had been closer than you expected it to be, and with the unidentifiable shrieking happening again, you had shifted the distance between you, hoping to bury yourself into him. Awkwardly your lips had grazed one another before your head buried into his shoulder, not out of fright anymore over the sound, but the experience you had just had.

Clapping around you brought you out of your thoughts and you blinked rapidly, standing up to join in and smile brightly at the wedded couple. It was then that you felt eyes on yours and you sought them out, sharing a moment with Woojin before he walked off after the wedding progression.

It wasn’t until the reception that you saw him again, drinking down some champagne whilst two girls hung around him, laughing louder than they needed to. You could see how out of his depth he felt, his eyes darting around the area for some sort of escape. They found you and he tilted his head to the side, shooting you a pleading expression.

You shrugged, smiling to yourself a little.

“Please save me,” he mouthed and you merely took a sip of your own drink, raising it a little in a toast. Woojin sighed heavily, biting his lip in frustration, and then nodding weakly at one of the girls. Deciding to approach him before he became too uncomfortable in their company, you walked over and nodded at both girls. Woojin excused himself quickly and moved over to your side. “You took your time.”

“You seemed rather busy and all,” you teased and Woojin shook his head at your response. A giggle left your mouth then and you looked up at him, his own face smiling back down at you.

And then for some reason you both needed to look away, as if the intensity of each other’s eyes were too much.

“Have you been well?” he asked, still not looking at you. “It’s been awhile.”

“It has been,” you agreed, sighing a little. You found a small amount of courage in you and turned to him, surprised that when you did so, he followed your movement.

Woojin smiled warmly at you then, his hand lifting to your jawline, lightly cupping your face in his hand. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Did you always look this handsome?”

“Of course,” he said without missing a bit, but his hand faltered a moment against you. “Were you blind to it?”

“No, did you truly hate my hair when I was thirteen?”

Woojin smirked, his thumb now rubbing your cheek. “Has it bothered you all these years?”

“Have I bothered you all these years?” you retorted, Woojin unable to suppress a grin.

“More than I care to admit.”

“Then can I bother you further?” you continued, moving closer to the boy. He regarded you for a moment, and then lowered his head, his breath soon hitting your face.

“Really, here, on my wedding day?” a voice cut in and you snapped your focus to the bemused boy standing there. Jihoon smirked and then patted his cousin on his shoulder. “I mean, I fully support this of course.”

“If you did then could you perhaps allow it to happen?” Woojin said through gritted teeth and you rested your head on his chest in disappointment.

Jihoon laughed and raised his glass at you both, giving you a wink before walking off again.

You glanced up at Woojin and he sighed heavily from the intrusion. He then smiled lightly. “Should we go somewhere more private?”

Nodding, you slipped your hand into his, feeling a sense of it belonging there. As he guided you out of the reception and into the twilight, you rested your head on his shoulder.

It was the start of a new adventure, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would take you. One thing was certain, you would kiss Woojin tonight.

And forevermore.

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lunarblazes · 2 years

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OKAY SO. slb lore. cracks my knuckles lets go:

this lil blue bitch right here? their name is strive. their planet (moebius, yes named after the famous artist) is dying because these crazy triangle ship things stole all the starlight from them and now everything’s dying. the thieves are named The Void.

^^ seen here. they’re being bastards, killing planets, stealing stars, and fighting wars. that’s The Void.

anyway strive’s all sad about the stars and shit but THEN. A STAR APPEARS. AND THEY RUN AFTER IT WITH AN ANGSTY GLANCE BACK AT THEIR ELDER.

(again if you compare them to my grian design i’ll kill you that’s bullying you’re bullying me)

strive goes to investigate the fallen star and finds Holy Shit! That’s Not A Star! it’s a whole ass void ship that’s crashed down into their front yard! they touch it and BOOM they get sucked inside of it by some Magic and it shapes itself into a custom ship for them and blasts the fuck off. bye moebius rest in fuck i guess.

strive goes through a GOD DAMN SHIP GRAVEYARD that surrounds moebius when they get a message from a smiling mustache guy! it’s the intergalactic band members of twrp and the brigadiers who are fighting the void together!

lookit them all at this table. isn’t that nice. the robot one is havve hogan, the orange traffic cone man is doctor sung, the ninja one is ninja brian (he’s not in twrp but it’s complicated), the furry is commander meouch, and the red one is lord phobos! they all have lore too but it’s insane and not related to the mv SO we’re moving past it. (the lady in the helmet is an unnamed oc for the video; in the fandom we called her captain elle, after the animator who designed her— elle power!)

oh SHIT The Void is attacking. that’s not good! the brigade assumes attack position! everyone fights The Void fleet with everything they have to prevent more stars from being stolen. interestingly, strive’s ship is the only one without weapons (the rest of the brigade has weapons and controls tied to their instruments, i believe), and so they have to resort to making the voidships fight each other. the brigade tries to find their way to destroy the Main Dorito, but there’s a shield! oh no! strive is shot down and legit fucking dies.

like legit fucking dies. but it’s an anime death and they’re fine and they wake up all glowy and cool with Sick Anime Hair and enough power to ram the FUCK out of that Dorito Shield.

they get in! and then they’re all sucked INTO the Ultimate Dorito and have to fly through so that’s pretty crazy.

look at how crazy that fucking shot is. they’re going through what i like to call “the black and gray” because it’s a line in the song :^)

anyway the Ultimate Dorito is no match for the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP. that shit explodes and all the stars are returned to the galaxy! strive is accepted as part of the now intergalactic hero band: THE STARLIGHT BRIGADE.

and that’s the BASIC plot. i have like a billion hcs but that’s the gist of it! some details from the patreon posts:

strive is meant to be somewhere around 16-21 but they could be any younger or older depending on the viewer’s interpretation!

the void is controlled by a huge hivemind that commands all the ships. there aren’t any void pilots for this reason, though some people do suspect that there is a queen.

moebians are based on starlings, and have little feather-styled ears! (NO GRIAN. NONE WHATSOEVER. I AM BEATING MYSELF W A STICK.) they can have different facial markings and skin tones. the crystals in their chests are suspected to be tied to their hope or starlight intake; either way, strive is the only one whose light is still intact at the time of their departure.

THERE’S MORE BUT I GET HCS AND CANON MIXED UP A LOT. WHEN I TELL YOU THAT WE MADE OUR OWN CANON WE REALLY REALLY DID.

#LITERALLY NOBODY ASKED ME TO DO THIS BUT I DID IT ANYWAY #i was supposed to be getting ready to go to school but did i? nope #starlight brigade

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attickit · 6 years

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Conclusions of album listening to LY: ANSWER

The Idol MV:

uuuuuuuuuuuhm I preferred listening to IDOL on its own

MV is an acid trip

my eyes were attacked

Kim Tae Hyung thinks it’s funny to come for my heart again

go away you adorable strawberry cream lollipop boy

Jeon can fuck off just in general

Namjoon is fucking adorable and my heart melts for him so much

so much squealing

Hobi snapped his fingers and reminded me who I belonged to

(yes i know the 94z have me but you can’t blame me when Jeon and Kim Tae are up for a fight)

Jiminnie hyung, Jinnie hyung and Yoongi hyung, you are doing great sweetie

full album thoughts are under the cut.

The actual album:

I’m doing new songs and full versions of songs next to the remixes as well. (though i am not going to talk about mic drop cause we’ve heard that and we already had rock vibe Fake Love)

Euphoria

Jeon fuck off

Euphoria is just

oh. my. gods. apollo help me

that high note

jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez

Euphoria is like walking down to the old playground with your friend

old playground where you guys used to cause so much mischief

Euphoria will sit you down at the swing set and talk about those old days

and then this kid will take your hand and take you to more places where you used to play imagines with them

Trivia () : Just dance.

just dance can take me out and kiss me next to neon lights

they can take me into a club and prance me around the dance floor even though I don’t know how to dance

it’s almost like that best friend that became your lover

they’d like to take you to high class places too

maybe take you to a fashion runway before going to above mentioned club and then proceed to kiss you in the heat of the moment and laugh it off like no big deal

Serendipity (full track)

SERENDIPITY MY GIRL MY SWEETHEART HOW I MISSED YOU

YOU DECKED OUT THE NEW SKIRT AND SHOES I SEE

Always know that you can love me and always know that I love you okay?

we can go star gazing together under the canvas of the comfort night sky

we could sit and read books and enjoy each other’s company

hold hands as we walk the empty streets of the city only illuminated by the dim lights of the streetlight

I’ll listen to all your problems, love.

Trivia () : Love

CUUUUUUTE

Yes i know nammie you have my heart too

that alphabet bit “J-K-L-M-N-oh! P-QRST”

raspy tones!!!! save my heart please

just kinda wish there was more use of the backing brass

adorable boy next door that could be in a relationship with Answer

the fancy adorable boy next door to be more specified

they’ll treat you to many things just cause

(and it’s also because they have a crush on you)

they’ll confess with a whisper

Trivia (): Seesaw

seesaw has my heart

I WILL BE CONSTANTLY SCREAMING AT YOONGI

the soft singing is yes

seesaw can take me out to the beach for a walk

or like to a roller skating rink and hold hands with me as we skate

that older person in a relationship that kind of just wants to protect you all the time but doesnt cause you can handle it

but like still keeps an eye on you

SUUUPER understanding of everything that you tell them and will give you advice gently

Epiphany

HEY I GOT AN EXTRA 50 BUCKS.

SUCK IT KAI

gosh I love Jinnie hyung so much

Epiphany... oh god what do i even say

that one kid that broke up with you saying that they needed to find themselves on their own

no drama cause it was a mutual decision

you remain friends

and like meet up to talk about how you guys felt good finding things on your own and figuring out that you should love yourself well

there is a reminiscence of the old relationship but you guys feel like it was a good decision to separate ways

it’s all good

I’m fine

Well bitch IM NOT

upbeat is not even available for this

it’s an understatement

Im Fine is the kind of song that i want to cheer up but i dont have to

cause this kid got their shit together already

((also makes me want to sing on the cliffs in Scotland at certain parts))

this kid got their shit together and like all their problems can be solved pretty well

they’ll probably help you solve yours too if you are brave enough to ask them

a bit of an emo kid, a bit of a cool kid

Idol/Idol ft. Nicki

again i prefer listening to it on its own

its like a “bitch dont touch me”

also sounds like what you could blast at a soccer field

that might just be the whistles but still

idol is just telling me to get off my butt and get to moving

this one takes me to a soccer match and then the club and then to a traditional inspired club

basically throwing fun at my face as they drag me around

to be fairly honest, i cant remember anything about Nicki

sorry

Answer: Love Myself

gods it’s adorable and sweet

you cant help to bop your head

its like your girlfriend that’s in your school but is in the next class

you pass by the hallways with shy smiling

you guys have lunch dates with food that you made yourselves

high school sweetheart that everyone votes to be most successful

completely sweet and kind and caring

“You show me I have reasons I should love myself”

DNA Pedal 2 LA

good shit, good stuff, the motherload

bitch that guitar

fucker that drum

THE rock kid that takes you out to 90s rock concerts and gives you lollipops

THE biggest mood that I have

DNA will have you dance while you are at that rock mosh

#ramble ramble ramble #btsdrms #bts ly answer #an album talk with myself #gosh i have strong feelings about the new songs and full vers

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suga-ssi · 7 years

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prompt sent in by @elenitamiaw. I hope you like it :)

11) THE THINGS YOU SAID WHEN YOU WERE DRUNK - YOONMIN

Just let me Love You

**this is suuuper self-indulgent. forgive me. LOL

“Ohmygod, hyung! Sorry, I’m late. Jongin hyung just… Wait, where is everybody?” Jimin asked belatedly, as he enetered the private dining Yoongi reserved for their group’s dinner.

Yoongi just replied with a chuckle, gulping down the shot of soju he had in his hands, not even looking at JImin. “Dispersed for various reasons.”

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t think the party would end this early. I mean, it’s only 2am,” Jimin said apologetically as he sat down on one of the pillows on the floor. “It’s just Taemin-hyung prepared a viewing party for Serendipity’s release and…”

“Ahhhh…” Yoongi cut him off. “I should’ve known other people would have the same idea.”

“You… This was for me?” Jimin asked, shock evident on his face.

Yoongi waved his arm to point towards a large projector screen set-up, taking another shot of soju right after.

“I… Hyung. I’m sorry. I didn’t…” Jimin said, moving a seat closer to Yoongi.

“Yeah… well. It wasn’t exactly your fault. I just thought it would be nice to have dinner and view your first solo MV together then watch the whole internet blow-up about it right after. I should’ve said something,” he let out another deep chuckle, still not looking at the younger man beside him. “Surpise!” Yoongi said, his tone coated with sarcasm, as he finally loooked at JImin.

“Hyung…”

“Don’t worry. It’s… It’s fine…” Yoongi said half-heartedly, pouring himself another shot.

“Where are the others though?” Jimin asked, worry and guilt making his forehead crease.

“Hoseok was called in at 1am, mixtape business,” Yoongi started, one finger of his hand went down as he mentioned Hoseok. Jimin figured he’d be counting down each member to make sure he didn’t leave anyone out. “Namjoon was supposed to follow at around 1:30 but Jin hyung called him and told him not to since Taetae and him were preparing to leave anyway to bring Kookie home. Kid got plastered too early,” Yoongi paused as he took another shot. “You should have seen him though, he was really proud of you, Chim.”

Yoongi laughed to himself, still looking away from Jimin. “Anyway, that leaves you and me.”

“Oh.”

“Jin hyung was trying to call you to tell you to just go home, but you weren’t picking up so…”

“No, I would’ve wanted to come anyway. I wouldn’t have seen what you prepared if-“

“Only reason I’m here is coz someone had to wait in case you showed up here, Chim,” Yoongi said flatly. “Anyway, congrats on your song. It’s trending, by the way. I’m not sure if you know since your phone is dead.”

“I… I saw while I was at Taemin-hyung’s,” Jimin said weakly. His hands fidgeting at the awkward air between them. He could feel the disappointment from Yoongi, but he didn’t know how to make things better. While Jimin thought about how to comfort his hyung, he watched the older pour one more shot.

“How much have you had to drink, hyung?” Jimin inquired.

“Don’t worry about me, kid. I’m just finishing this bottle then I’ll be leaving too. You don’t have to wait for me,” Yoongi said, still staring at the wall in front of him.

“No, I’ll…” Jimin decided to buzz fof the waiter instead of finishing what he had to say.

Yoongi finally looked at him, questioning. But Jimin just looked away, waiting for the waiter to enter.

“Three bottles of beer please,” Jimin ordered, as the waiter peeped in. The waiter just nodded and closed te door as soon as the order was made, locking in the dense air between Yoongi and Jimin once more.

“I’ll drink with you. Don’t rush,” Jimin said with a shy smile, hoping that that would at least lighten the mood.

Yoongi just pouted his lips and nodded, reaching for the seasoned chicken in front of him.

“So, what did you think of the video, hyung?” Jimin asked, fully facing Yoongi, hoping that his hyung would finally look at him.

“You really want to hear my opinion?” Yoongi asked.

“Of course, always,” Jimin answered sincerely.

“That’s new,” Yoongi answered, murmured to a point that Jimin didn’t even catch what he said.

“Huh?”

“Nothing. It’s… It was beautiful, Jiminie. Really,” Yoongi said with a sincere smile.

Finally, Jimin thought, a smile.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Oh thank God! I was so nervous, hyung. Hobi hyung and Taetae went to the shoot location and I made them leave cause I felt more nervous with them there,” Jimin admitted, opening one of the bottles of beer that the waiter brought in.

Yoongi smiled back, he didn’t really feel like admitting that he was also on his way to the shoot to bring food but Hoseok told him to abort the mission.

“Good thing I didn’t go then,” Yoongi said, taking in a mouthful of chicken.

“I wouldn’t have minded you being there actually,” Jimin said, looking at the ground.

“You wouldn’t have?” Yoongi asked.

“Not so much. No,” Jimin answered back, taking a swig of his beer.

Yoongi just gave out another deep chuckle, as he downed another shot. “Sure.”

Yoongi was acting odd and Jimin was starting to think that it was beyond his disappoinment with the foiled surprise for him. No, Jimin decided, it was definitely something else.

The minutes passed with them just discussing the comeback preparations. Yoongi was still being distant, but Jimin resolved that he’d break Yoongi’s walls before they left the restaurant.

Yoongi’s soju was dwindling down to only a few shots and Jimin was on his second bottle when the older brought up Jimin’s song again.

“Namjoon made me listen to your track, you know? Even the rough guide sounded great. I guess Namjoon’s style really fits you more,” the elder stated, taking another shot right after.

“He did word it pretty well. I think it fit the emotion I described to him. In the end, I’m just glad it came out well and ARMYs really seem to like it,” Jimin answered with a bright smile, eyes disappearing as his cheeks raised.

“Joon-ah’s production style seems to fit you more. Perfect fit,” Yoongi stated, his words starting to sound a bit gargled.

Was this it? Jimin thought, is this what’s bothering him? Namjoon-hyung? Yoongi’s eyes seemed heavy with alcohol, in Jimin’s opinion.

“Once Hobi’s time gets freed up from his mixtape, maybe he can produce for you too. Maybe you’ll like that better too,” Yoongi’s head looked heavy to Jimin by this time too, observing the way his hyung slouched forward on his seat.

“Like it better than what, hyung?” Jimin asked, unsure whether he would get a proper answer from his hyung at this point.

“Than my work. You never liked my work. Never,” Yoongi slurred, looking at Jimin with an accusing tone.

“You know that’s not true, hyung,” Jimin answered quickly, his hand going to Yoongi’s thigh.

“Ha! You probably have a ‘Yoongi, Pabo’ folder on your computer,” Yoongi said, fingers poking at JImin’s chest. “Just a dump pile of all the songs I sent you that you didn’t like. Or maybe you send it directly to trash. I don’t know.”

Jimin’s eyes widen at the accusation, but he did not know how to respond to his hyung’s incredulous claim.

“And they’ve all been wonderin, you know? ARMY? Always asking. Always. Always asking, ‘have you given Jimin a song?’, ‘when will your collab happen?’, ‘who do you want to make a song for?’. Ha! Like it’s my fault? Oh if they only knew, Park Jimin,” Yoongi said, shaking his head as he took another shot.

“Hyung, I think you should stop,” Jimin said, as he held Yoongi’s hand.

“Shut it, Park! Like you care,” Yoongi snapped back.

Jimin withdrew his hand from his hyung. Everything he was saying was hurting Jimin, more because Jimin didn’t know that this was what his hyung was feeling.

“I care, hyung!” Jimin finally retorted.

“Tssss… sure, sure you do. Bangtan’s angel. Tsss,” Yoongi hissed.

“Hyung…” was all Jimin could say.

“And the one time, the one time we collab, you go to Namjoon to FIX it? FUCKIN FIX IT?! and tell him I forced you? I? FORCED YOU? Fuck, Park. I didn’t know you hated me that much.”

Jimin didn’t know what to do, but he felt like his hyung has been holding this in for so long. That he had no right to stop his rant but just let it take its course for him to get it out of his chest.

“You didn’t even like So Far Away. The guide sounded perfect with your voice, but you still passed it on. Shit! I don’t know what I have to do to win you over, Park Jimin,” Yoongi said almost to himself, as he covered his face with his palms.

The tears were harder to control for Jimin now. He wanted to answer back, to explain himself but he felt like none of it would matter at this point.

“What happened to us, Jiminie? We used to be so close. Everyone saw it. We couldn’t hide it. Then one day you just decided to cut me off. And… it has been so long… since… I…” Yoongi’s voice was starting to break. Jimin watched as his hyung closed his eyes to stop tears from falling.

“You have Hoseokie hyung. He makes you laugh more than I do,” Jimin offered.

“Not the same,” Yoongi answered back flatly. “You don’t even come to my studio. The last time was when I called you in when we were in the old building. Do you even know what it looks like now?”

“Kookie hangs out in your studio to keep you company though, hyung,” Jimin pointed out.

“Kookie is another matter. Jungkook, Hoseok, Jin, everyone. I love them too. But you used to be… we… we used to be special,” Yoongi’s eyes were bloodshot, Jimin noticed. The younger was starting to doubt that the older man would remember any part of this whole tirade in the morning.

“You’re always at Namjoon’s! You don’t bring me sandwiches like before.”

“Kookie brings them,” Jimin answered back. I make him bring you food all the time, he thought.

“You don’t check up on me on whether or not I’ll be home.”

“Jin hyung calls you when it’s late,” cause I ask him to check, Jimin wanted to add.

“When did it stop, Jiminie?” Yoongi’s voice sounded like he was pleading for an answer.

“When did what stop, hyung?”

“When did you stop caring about me?”

“Hyung, I thought you understood. I thought you knew. You said you knew,” Jimin responded, weakly but defensively.

“I knew? I knew what? If I knew anything would I be asking?” Yoongi’s voice was getting louder with frustration and Jimin watched as his hyung curled up into himself. His shoulders shaking as he sobbed.

“Hyung?” Jimin tried, as he moved closer to the older man, slowly placing his arm over the other’s shoulders to bring him closer to his body.

Yoongi placed his head on Jimin’s chest, body still shaking.

“Hyung, I… I really thought you understood. I didn’t know you felt this way. I was hoping you’d just understand that the distance, the space, it was never because I stopped caring, hyung. Never was it about that. I… just…”

“You didn’t even come to my video shoot,” Yoongi sighed out between sobs.

“You wanted me there?” Jimin asked, as he continued caressing Yoongi’s shoulders to calm him.

Yoongi just nodded. “I missed you,” he whispered, burrying his face deeper into Jimin’s chest.

Jimin has never seen Yoongi like this, broken down and fragile about him. He has seen him cry in the past, that is true. He has also seen him get wasted drunk before. But this Yoongi clinging onto him was different, more vulnerable. The oddest part was the fact that the break down his hyung was having was seemingly caused by him.

He felt Yoongi calm down, his body stilling, head drooping lower towards Jimin’s lap. Jimin shifted a bit, letting his hyung lie on his lap instead.

“Hyung?” Jimin asked, shaking his hyung lightly to check if he was still conscious. Yoongi didn’t answer back, his breathing evened out.

Jimin took this to mean that the older man finally passed out.

“I missed you too, hyung. You have no idea how hard it has been,” Jimin started, thinking that this might be his only chance to confess without worrying about the repercussions that tomorrow might bring.

“I wanted to keep visiting you in your studio. I wanted to sing all your songs. I wanted to stay by your side. But it’s hard, hyung,” Jimin started stroking Yoongi’s hair with his left hand, wiping the tears that fell form his eyes with his right.

“They saw through us from the start. The tweets in the wee hours of the morning. That damn white bear was a dead give away. I was so stupid! They saw the way we touched each other when we were back stage. Even the way we exchanged glances,” the younger continued.

“They paired us together, everyone watching. I know that they do it with all the members, but it was harder with you, hyung. At that time, I was afraid that you didn’t feel the same way. Or worse, what if you did. What then?”

“You said you knew. I thought you understood. You were always special to me, hyung. But no one can know. Only we can know and I thought you knew,” Jimin was sniffling at this point, but for some reason he felt like he had to continue with his monologue.

“Namjoon asked me if I have ever felt love. I told him I wasn’t sure, but I tried to explain how I think love felt. And no matter how hard I tried to think of anyone else, I just kept thinking about you.”

“I told him how love made me feel safe, how I felt like the person I love cure me of all the pain that even I sometimes bring to myself. The one I love was my pill, hyung. How in spite of myself, I feel like I keep getting pulled back to that person. Like a lost pet to his owner. How I feel in bloom everytime that person comes near me, everytime that person touches me. How I believe that me meeting the one I love was no coincidence, it was fate, hyung,” Jimin felt his tears stream down his cheeks, half wishing that Yoongi could hear him now, half scared that he might be hearing him.

“And I thought you knew, hyung. I thought you knew that you were that person. Cause I felt your love everywhere we were. I knew and I thought you knew too,” Jimin breathed in deeply as he let out his confession.

“Then Namjoon hyung asked me what was stopping me from admitting that I loved the person I love. And I just told him that I feel like that person wouldn’t let me. Even the world that brought us together wouldn’t let me,” Jimin started sobbing, his hand now holding on to Yoongi’s shoulder.

The room fell silent save for Jimin trying to conrol his breathing as he started to calm down. His hands still running through Yoongi’s hair.

“Hyung?” Jimin tried again, no response, so he started singing his final confession.

“Just let me love you. Just let me love you,” then Jimin bent down and kissed his hyung’s hair. Resting his damp cheeks on Yoongi’s head.

Jimin felt the man on his lap stir slightly and he panicked, making Jimin sit back properly.

Yoongi cleared his throat but made no movement. “Jimin?” he asked.

#oneshot #yoonmin #fic #angst #drunk #prompt #brotp #ship #canon #serendipity

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kxlebcross · 4 years

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hippity hoppity here goes the long ass rant about my cousin

for context - i was a kid when i started liking kpop, like 13-14 yrs old? i was still collecting plushies, reading magazines for young teens, enjoying some music and playing sims. yes, i may have had my emo episode back then with some heavy music too, and that never went well with my mum’s older sister and her heavily religious husband, but oh boi, the worst was my cousin. she is 6 yrs older than me and that was around the time she started picking out an university to go to, so the focus HAD to be on her, the important future student and her boyfriend and this and that... she was always going on about going to art school and she was really fucking talented so she had all chances to be a really great artist, getting married to her boyfriend, wanting a family and all her future, while i was just a middle school kid dressing in all black, who suddenly started enjoying some fun kpop song on their otherwise heavy metal/rock music playlist.

when she find out, she was GIVING ME HELL for it. do you remember 2013 kpop? adtoy by 2pm, ringa linga by gd & taeyang, gentleman by psy or fantastic baby by bigbang? i fucking loved those songs. i was a kid in a really bad place in life after moving 2 countries away from the place where i was born, from all my friends, my school, my life... listen, it’s 10 years hitting this year since my mother decided about moving and i’m still not over it, so just imagine, how bad i must’ve felt back then, when it wasn’t even a year after the move? i was a devastated little kid who found a little joy in some fun, jumpy kpop tones in contrast to the usual heavy music i was listening to usually (do you remember the oldest bring me the horizon songs, all the screaming and anger? think of it as my regular playlist, my mother hated it haha). i was never a diehard fan, never had posters of idols on my walls, i only have like 2 merch pieces (and those aren’t even original cuz we were poor and could never afford it, so i looked up the merch online and my mum had a similar thing done in a local, cheaper workshop for my birthday one time, please don’t judge me for that) and it was just music for me, as well as the english, american, japanese, polish and hungarian music was just music too.

and i got terrible shit for it from my cousin, who pretty much criticized everything about me: my clothes (we were poor, i was mostly dressing out of second hand shops and surprise - her hand-me-downs), my shitty phone (and old samsung model i got for my 9th or 10th bday), my taste in books (i really REALLY loved king’s books to which one of my classmates introduced me back then), my inability to perfectly speak the language (though i was raised in a bilingual household, the main language in my house was hungarian, and i was a stubborn kid who rarely ever wanted to speak polish at home, so when we moved i could barely speak the language, had to take extra classes every day in school for almost the entire first school year i spent here because i had to learn to write and speak properly), but the biggest shit i always got for kpop, that it’s garbage, that i don’t even understand it, it’s just shitty party music with extra steps... i resented her for that A LOT, which probably had smth to do with the age difference too, but hey, whatever. i always closed up when we visited them and my mum was understanding about it, she pretty much allowed me to just hang around the place and listen to my music, play on my phone or just read a book, and my aunt hated it - but it was at least peaceful, i occasionally got the kpop jab from my cousin which i shrugged off, but that was it... until one time i spoke up.

i can’t remember what it was about - but we were all having lunch and it was easter or christmas maybe, and at a certain point i got called out for something, maybe using my phone under the table? anyway, i spoke up about treating me like shit because i was already 15 by that and i had a big fucking mouth and no tolerance for their bullshit after listening to it for two years, which ended in my mother almost going into a shock after hearing my vicious remark, my aunt’s husband going into a raging fit and my aunt telling my mum that she’s a terrible mother and raised a terrible kid. we left after that and i didn’t return to them in the following years - i just heard from the grapevine that my cousin ended up dropping out of college because “it was just too tiring and too much”, broke up with her boyfriend and then was just sleeping around with some random dudes, and generally just misrailed her life and had to move back in with her parents who were devastated after all their hopes about my cousin went to hell.

i haven’t seen them for years - we sort of reconciled a few years later when my mother forced me to do it; my cousin probably forgot by then whatever shit she was giving me earlier and we hanged out a bit, caught up and shit... i’m pretty sure it was only because she was to get married to her boyfriend and wanted the whole family there? not important.

the boyfriend is a pretty awful person imo tbh - he has some nationalist tendencies, not once spoke up in a very homophobic and derogatory way about all kind of lgbtq+ people, which in the end resulted in me removing him from all my social medias, because miss me with that nationalism babe. anyway, they got married and moved into their own place and into the family spotlight again, while i finished school and then years after their wedding my mum announced very proudly that i finished school with good grades and got into university - which immediately stirred the shit in the old shit bucket our relations were. my own fucking aunt dared saying that i’ll never succeed in life and will drop out than her own daughter would because i’m not made for a successful life. she never said it to my face - said it to my mother, who gave up a job she loved just so she could send me half a country away from my home so i could study where i wanted. i mean, i have my own issues with my mother too but i can’t not admire her sacrifices she made for me - so that sort off hit it off again with me and i once again burned bridges with them when moving out 3 years ago. seen them maybe two times since then? i mean, i never tried reaching out to them - they only ever got some happy birthdays and merry christmases on facebook, because my mother insisted i do that. they never called or wrote back, not for my birthday, not for christmas, not for anything else. i only found out in the last few months that on that christmas 2 yrs ago, which i spent alone, they were asked by my mum to please invite me over at least for a coffee. they never even called and my mum was heartbroken over it, because she was literal thousands of kilometres away, working and counted on her sister to invite me... my mum’s friends, basically strangers, ended up inviting me over for a christmas dinner in the end. i spent a family holiday with people i’ve literally seen five times in my life and they were more than joyful to have me in their company and they even got me a present, while my technically closes family couldn’t even spare a phone call.

now i’m 23 and my cousin is closing on 30 - and she’s suddenly overcome with that kpop obsession she has, spamming both instagram and facebook with mv links, fantaken photos, band-related posts and news articles, all heart emojis and “OmG i LoVe ThEm” kind of bullshit captions, she’s intensely drooling over certain members she’s posting a lot about, i’m seeing at least 15 posts daily about her bad drawings of members of the band.... listen.... if an artist doesn’t practice for 7+ yrs, the skills they had just start to fade away even if they were really talented (trust me, i know it from my own experiences, i used to know how to draw, sing and play a few instruments when i was young but then i stopped practicing and now the most i can draw in a stickman, i can’t play any instruments for shit and i’m a low average in singing too), but she thinks she’s some motherfucking superstar of drawing portraits (trust me, shes NOT) and keeps spamming all those pics and posts and shit.... and just seeing that sort of brought the memories back, of her treating me like shit over a thing she’s now obsessed with and i’m just sitting here like.... gag.

i could absolutely understand being a fan and being a group stan but there is a certain limit after which being a fan turns into that gross, twisted thing. do you know all those memes that go along the lines of “i don’t hate kpop because of the music, i hate kpop over the r*tarded fans it has”? that’s a whole ass mood. i’m sure that everyone who’s at least interested in kpop heard of the insane psychofan part of the fanbase.... and she’s turning into it. she’s fucking drooling over some famous strangers while she’s like... 30. and has a husband. would it be so hard for her to “keep it in her pants”? i’m super NOT interested in seeing all that crazy fan shit she’s pulling and honestly she’s grossing me out and you know people like her are the reason i can’t even fucking enjoy kpop anymore the way i did earlier - because it’s being fucking pushed down my god damned throat every-fucking-where i look. just calm the very fuck down, please. behave like a god fucking damned adult.

#kush speaks #rant #personal #listen... im not gonna name the band #lets just say its not a rookie band so its not like shes a paedo drooling over literal children #its just mainly about the crazy fan behavior shes presenting #from what i know she started being a fan in january #and she went batshit crazy in like 3 months??? cuz ive been seeing those posts since march i think??#or april? smth like that #i earlier didnt pay much attention tbh #but now that were in lockdown she probs has way too much time on her hands #and shes spending it being a psychofan lol #and its just making me uncomfortable #REALLY uncomfortable #supporters of that behavior pls do not interact #cousin hate tag

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things you said under the stars and in the grass -> For Hyungwonho because of the Newton MV XD

o m g. YES??? kdlfsa;a. I am getting so many feels already writing this….so yes you didn’t ask for it but here is an actual fic instead of just a mini. Extremely sappy romance alert

Swing on a Star

genre;; realistic, high school!AU

pairing;; Hyungwonho !!

plot;;

@ramenrulz8p said: things you said under the stars and in the grass !!

Send me a prompt and a ship! (✻Ask Box)

The story of a bad boy / former bully and the nerdy son of an Astrophysicist: their unlikely friendship and then relationship. On their first date, they find a place where they can get away, a peaceful escape amidst the swirling confusion and stressful expectations of the everyday.

warnings;; fluff!! very, very cute fluff!! also the beginnings of smut.

words;; 6753 (6.7k)

Staring up at the sky, Hoseok had never felt more at peace. If ever there was a night to cherish and enjoy, this was it. Nothing could get better, even the alignment of the twinkling stars up above. Hoseok practically was praying and begging any higher power that might be listening to not let this end; he needed one more minute, even another long, lingering moment, here. Civilization, stress, and trouble was miles away. The weather was perfect, not too hot nor too cold; a gentle breeze rippled his dark hair. It seemed that the pesky bugs were resting, as he hadn’t seen any all evening. His lungs sucked long, greedy gulps of fresh oxygen. Here, the air didn’t leave a dirty taste in his mouth, like back at home. Still, these weren’t the sole reasons he was happy. They were just other, beautiful things that had fallen into place.

Yes, this night was perfect, but even more so was the tall, handsome boy currently using his abs as a pillow. Hoseok could listen to Chae Hyungwon talk forever. They laid stretched out in the soft, green carpet of grass, perpendicular to each other. The younger pointed to the sky, slender hand moving every once in a while to trace a constellation. His low, confident voice was soothing and relaxing, and yet made Hoseok’s heart beat faster.

Was it really two months ago that they first laid eyes on each other?

Hoseok, also sometimes called Wonho, didn’t usually drop by the library. Why would he? After all, there was a reputation he had to maintain. As a muscled, biker jacket wearing bad boy, tough was in his blood. The last place he would get caught dead was in amongst the shelves of a stinking library. Someone might think that he actually cared about school. On that particular day, though, he had begrudgingly agreed to go. He owed a friend a favor, and had promised that he’d run some errands for him in restitution, no matter how ridiculous– or shady. “Begrudgingly”, of course, wasn’t quite literal; he couldn’t complain too much. In all honesty, he felt relieved that he wasn’t asked to do anything more taxing than return books. So, stack of long-overdue novels under his arm, Hoseok walked in, swagger and all.

It had been a while since he was in here, so, naturally, his gaze swept the room, taking in what had changed. It wasn’t much; maybe they had moved a few shelves, or added a couple, he wasn’t sure. One thing did catch his eye, however. Over in the corner, a tall, slender figure was sitting at a table, surrounded by piles of textbooks. He was dark-haired; his slender hand furiously scribbled in a notebook at his side. Wonho wasn’t quite sure why, but he lingered on this stranger.

The other boy seemed to know that he was being watched. He popped his head up–and a firm, intense, perhaps even lazy gaze locked onto Wonho’s nonchalant one. Dead silence reigned; time stood still. Hoseok instantly saw through the thick wire rim glasses and hunched posture to the fine-featured man underneath. How could someone possibly be so handsome?

Suddenly the bad boy found himself becoming shy. Blush rising to his cheeks, he broke eye contact and quickly slid the books he was carrying into the return slot. Then he high-tailed it out of there. Hoseok spent the next day and a half wondering what exactly had come over him in that moment.

After that day, whenever he set foot near the library, which was more frequently than before, he was unable to think of anything except the kid who should be on a catwalk instead of digging into advanced calculus and chemistry. Everyone close to him noticed that he was constantly distracted and aloof. Wonho heard a lot of questions about if he was ok or needed help; but far and away he got asked the most if he was in love. Most of the time, he just laughed it off and said he was fine. Only in his most alone times did he admit to himself that he truly wasn’t sure. The answers might be yes, or they might be no.

It took Hoseok a week to work up the nerve to go back. Only after a long internal speech about how he wasn’t scared of anything did he square his jaw and promise himself he’d do it. Part of him thought it was silly. Yes, there was a cute boy in the library. So what? Yet, he desperately wanted another peek. Was it too much to ask to watch the beautiful student who, with a single glance, had captured his heart?

So he wandered in during the same period he had before. Sure enough, there he sat, nose deep in a thick book on physics. This time he didn’t look up. Hoseok brushed off the questions of the librarian on duty, and chose a spot where it was easy to keep an eye on the bespectacled boy. Hopefully, nobody would notice him loitering and glancing pointlessly through novels.

Finding the courage to approach was a whole other ballgame in itself, too. Another three weeks were come and gone before Hoseok finally decided fuck it, I’ve been watching him anyway. He gave himself the same pep talk as before and made his heavy feet go. His heart was pounding and he was pretty sure that his face was an embarrassed red. Somehow, miraculously, he kept his cool, pulled out the chair across from the slender bookworm, flipped it around, and sat down backwards, flashing his best smile.

The boy glanced up warily and scanned him over once. Almost immediately afterwards, he dropped his gaze back to his book. Drumming his fingers on the countertop, he let out a long sigh and finally drawled, “Can I help you, Wonho?”

The melodic baritone that hit Hoseok’s ear nearly reduced him to a blubbering, crying mess there on the spot. But then, he realized that the other boy had just called him by name and gave a start. “Wait–what–you know me?”

“Of course. You and your no-good buddies have tortured and bullied my friends in the past. I figured that it was only a matter of time before I was a victim. Well, here we are, huh?”

Wonho had to fight a sudden urge to retreat as the weight of what the nerdy kid was saying hit him. Yeah, if he was one of the guys he hung with, they’d be trying to extort money right now, and if not that, being plain rude in general. This conversation was definitely not going the way he dreamed it would. So he sank back and lowered his voice. “Uh–actually, I just wanted to say–call me Hoseok.”

That apparently wasn’t what the other was expecting, either, because like that first day, his head popped up. Still, his tone was flat as he followed up with, “Ah–Okay then. Hoseok. Um, can I help you? Is there anything you need from me?”

“No,” slipped out of Wonho’s mouth before he could stop it. Instantly his inner oh, shit sensor started going off. He mentally slapped himself. “Wait, wait, I mean–yes. I do.” Unconsciously, his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “If you’d be willing to give it, your friendship?”

The tall boy’s eyes grew wider, then narrowed again. “Oh my fucking god. You can’t be serious.”

“But I am.” Hoseok was at the point of begging now. “Please?”

There was a long moment of empty silence as the nerdy kid debated what he wanted to say. Wonho did his best to put on puppy dog eyes, hoping cute charms would work. Finally the former sighed in resignation. “Ok, alright. I don’t have reason to doubt you or say no, so. I’m Chae Hyungwon.”

Hoseok visited every day without fail after that, and his admiration for the younger grew. In no time, the schedule was familiar. Wonho often paused to reflect on the fact that he never thought he’d have a friend like Hyungwon. The dark clothing and torn jeans he wore did not belie his defiant, rebellious attitude. Besides the dark, grungy fashion sense, he sported several piercings. True, there were studs in them only intermittently, and the lip piercing he had healed over. Still, the older folks whispered and judged simply based on the number of holes in the cartilage of his ear. He didn’t care, though. If a teacher or parent told him to do one thing, he did the opposite. Nobody could get him to show up to class reliably. His mother had given up trying to discipline him years before. Wonho didn’t like the system, and something within him yearned for ever more freedom.

In stark contrast, Hyungwon always had his nose dutifully buried in a book. He studied for every test and passed classes with flying colors, in the ninety to one hundred percent range. Most of all, he listened to the wishes of his parents and obeyed, like a good and honorable son.

Yet–as Hoseok learned after a few weeks–there was more to the tall boy than compliance. It was his dream to become an astronomer. However, all his life his Astrophysicist father had discouraged him. Don’t even consider it, he said; apparently, astronomy was inferior to specialized fields. Being a doctor or a lawyer, even a mathematician, would be better. After years of this, Hyungwon simply nodded when he wanted out of the argument. No, that didn’t mean that he had given up. He just became better at keeping his mouth shut about it. The determination to resist still burned hot in his breast. That was why he studied so hard; it was his own way of defying authority.

In the beginning, Wonho often skipped class to be in the library with Hyungwon. Not that he didn’t normally ditch, but he had a purpose behind it now. His lies that he was off on a free period worked for a while, but then, the younger found out the truth. After that, whenever Hoseok would straggle in, Hyungwon would push him to the door. (“Yah, you’re going to be here forever.”) As a result–surprisingly, Wonho’s grades started to improve. He had the brains to pass, it was just that he didn’t want to put in the work. Now, though, the image of Hyungwon sitting in the library, using every iota of brain power to make his dream come true, drove Hoseok on.

Much to his own surprise, Hyungwon warmed up to Wonho too. As the weeks passed, he actually came to look forward to his visits. Still, bad impressions don’t fade quickly; at first, Hyungwon was still afraid of the elder. There had to be some hidden, ulterior motive in this unlikely friendship. Hoseok was nothing but kind, however, and the fear melted. Every day, Wonho would lazily waltz into the library. Pulling a chair and sitting down in it backwards, he’d proceed to ask what impossible knowledge Hyungwon was cramming into his brain. The bright smile that accompanied the question always made the day better.

Still, the tall boy didn’t realize at first how far he had fallen. That is, until the first time he referred to Hoseok as Hyung in his carefully-kept memoirs. Once it hit him what he had written, he stopped abruptly and mulled it over for a good long time.

Eventually, giving a sigh, Hyungwon reached up, to the top of his desk. The wooden box that held his old, filled journals rested there. He knew exactly which dog-eared notebook to grab from inside, and thumbed through its pages until he found the date he wanted.

February 12th.

Im Changkyun showed up at the door after school this evening, crying, with bruises on his cheeks and a black eye. Of course I snuck him past my parents and brought him to the safety of my room, where we could talk. My stash of Kleenex was also there, which he desperately needed. I have a huge soft spot for Changkyun-ah; it broke my heart to see him so shaken up. He’s a couple years younger than me, very talented and hard-working, and almost as headstrong as myself as well. But today, I could tell that something had terrified him. When I asked what was wrong and who did this, the only thing he could say was “Wonho”. (Ironic, right, considering the meaning of the name?) I didn’t press any further, and probably won’t, to be honest.

As I’m writing this there’s rage growing within me. Especially because, I think I know this Wonho. He has about the same amount of age on me as I do on Changkyunie. One of those leather biker’s jackets is always on his shoulders, and he hangs with Park Jason. So, yeah, he’s pretty much a no-good tough guy. I’m fully aware that he works out and his bicep is probably thicker than my waist, but I don’t care. I’m going to fight him and make him pay. He needs to know that it isn’t cool to jump weaker kids for whatever’s in their wallet, or the cash their moms sent with them to pay for lunch. How are there even people so mean–

Clenching his jaw, Hyungwon ripped the page-long entry clean out. There was a satisfying crunch as he balled the paper in his fist. How in God’s name could his new friend Wonho, with the cute ears, sparkling eyes, and plump lips (Hyungwon admittedly thought about them way more than he probably should), be the same person who had beat up Changkyun all that time ago? Yes, he looked the part, and had the reputation, but it was impossible. He was so kind and caring and cute and funny and handsome–

Perhaps that was only his best side, and Wonho was building him up to let him down. But until this newfound sense of trust proved to be a foolish thing, Hyungwon would. There was no shame in believing in something as pure as that boy’s eyesmile. His new friend was proving himself to be very good at worming his way into Hyungwon’s heart.

Tossing the old February 12th entry into the wastebasket, Hyungwon returned to his current one.

–Hoseok-hyung. I was halfway through writing the honorific and I realized, it’s the first time I’ve ever called him that. Yah, I know that Hyung is a heavy term. It indicates that the recipient is deserving of respect and admiration. It’s also born of a close bond between two individuals.

I thought about it, and went back to February 12th, four years ago. The day that Changkyunie named a Wonho as the man who beat him up. That page is gone now. I refuse to believe that Wonho and my Wonho are the same individual. Hoseok, from the library, has only shown me kindness and regard since we first saw each other five weeks ago. I want to learn about him, more than I do about the cosmos, even now.

Besides, dare I say it, I think I’m falling in love.

One night, Hoseok woke up from the bliss that was his first dream starring Chae Hyungwon. That was the moment he knew he had to do something about his feelings. They were really getting out of control, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep quiet for much longer. He constantly felt like he could explode. Even if the younger boy didn’t return them, something had to happen, or else. More than likely, if he kept it bottled up, he’d make more of a fool of himself than if he had just told Hyungwon in the first place.

There were a lot of things he was risking by doing it, though. First of all, there was his dignity. Contrary to popular opinion, a fragile heart existed in his wide, muscled chest. His buddies did sorta pick up on this, but in the wrong ways. They were constantly pressuring him to admit that he was a womanizer. He never denied or confirmed it, but they firmly believed that he was anyway. Oh, not like girls had never been the recipients of his affection; it was just that then, he had met Hyungwon. Once the initial puppy love he felt for the tall, nerdy kid was over, he still wanted no one else. If anyone knew he loved another male, he would never hear the end of it. He’d probably lose a lot of friends, too, but that didn’t matter much anymore.

Second, his mother had always been super-religious. That was why Hoseok worried that when he came out, it would reach her. She had always been only loving and caring toward him, her rebellious oldest son, but he was sure that he’d catch major flak from her. Maybe she’d even kick him out of the house. What then? Where would he go? Hyungwon definitely wouldn’t let him stay; Hoseok couldn’t ask such a huge favor of him, anyway. Besides, there was a possibility that if his friends didn’t know, he could do some couch surfing for a while. Eventually, his mum would forgive him and reconcile, like she had done so many times in the past for “smaller infractions”.

Most of all though, Hoseok’s third and last fear squeezed his heart and lungs. Nothing scared him more than the very real possibility that he might lose the friendship he had painstakingly built with Hyungwon over the last couple months. True, it was just the occasional conversation. Most of the time, it was non-verbal. Watching the younger boy’s shifting eyes as he scanned through a book. Listening to the scratch of pen on paper as he took notes. Wishing he could be the pen, when it cutely tapped his lips as he concentrated. Admiring the slender fingers that adjusted his glasses every once in a while. Still, it meant everything to Hoseok, and he wanted to let Hyungwon know that. They seemed to understand each other.

They had taken to meeting each other outside the front doors of the school after the last bell rang. Of course, this was often when the library closed and Hyungwon was finally forced to leave. Honestly, however, it was a great arrangement. In that case, Wonho had time to hang with his buddies, then slip away after a while to be by his crush’s side. With nobody usually in the parking lot, either, they could walk and talk without too many questions. They had their occasional bout of nosy people (most of whom Hoseok kept away by widening his stance and furrowing his eyebrows). For the most part people often went on with their business without caring, anyway.

That day, Hoseok leaned against his usual pillar, head in hand, trying to figure out exactly what he was going to say. He felt great pressure to execute it perfectly. One little awkward pause or break, and he might lose Hyungwon’s attention altogether. Then, he’d feel too embarrassed to try again.

The tall boy got out later than what was standard, but Wonho didn’t mind that much. It gave him more time. Still, when Hyungwon finally appeared, Hoseok didn’t feel prepared in the slightest. So he just put on his best smile and matched Hyungwon’s pace. “Hey.”

“Hey, Hoseok.”

Hyungwonie seemed to be in a good mood, which made Wonho’s heart leap. Maybe this was the appointed day after all. I can do this. All there was now was to wait for the right time. Neither said a word as they approached the blue hatchback Hyungwon called his own. He unlocked it, and in front of the driver’s door, turned to Hoseok. “You’ll be safe going home, right?” That question was a daily routine, too.

“Of course.” Quickly, after he had given his customary reply, Hoseok tacked on, “Oh, um, Hyungwon…?”

“Yes?”

“Well–I don’t mean to make you too uncomfortable, but I have a confession.” Glancing down, Wonho shuffled a little. This was the moment of truth.

The younger simply smiled, shook his head, and waved a hand. Even knowing him for as short of a time as he had, Hoseok could tell what he meant. It was a cue to go on.

“I really, really like you.” The words slid out of Wonho’s mouth faster and more confidently than he thought they would. He reached up and scratched the back of his head with a hand. “Not like, as a friend, but…more than that. You’re the most amazing guy I’ve ever met and I just wanted to tell you. Even if, uh, you don’t feel the same way.”

There was a brief silence. Hoseok waited with baited breath, until he heard Hyungwon’s flat, perhaps slightly sad voice. “Hoseok–” A twisting, sinking feeling invaded the older’s gut. That was, until he glanced up and saw the pink rising in Hyungwon’s cheeks. Swallowing, the taller boy started again, more cheerfully and confidently this time. “Hoseok, yah, I really don’t know what to say. Thank you. You know, I–I, uh, think you’re amazing too. Your smile always brightens my day, and even when we don’t talk, I know it’s okay and you understand me. I find myself thinking a lot about how glad I am that you approached me and wanted to be friends. Long story short, I really like you back, so…”

Shy grins grew across their faces as they finally met each other’s gaze. They reached out and clasped hands easily, Hoseok’s smaller palm slipping into Hyungwon’s larger one. The former’s face showed the incredulity and sudden happiness he was feeling then. Suddenly, he wanted to taste Hyungwon’s lips. He turned red at the thought, but swallowed and reached up to tug at his white shirt collar. “Can I–kiss you?”

“Of course.“

Hoseok reached up and found soft lips waiting. Slow and unhurried, the two of them made out there in the heat. When they finally broke, Hoseok sighed lovingly. “Yah, you’re so handsome,” He whispered. “I should take you on a date.”

“I would love that.”

Wonho’s heart fluttered wildly when Hyungwon tucked away a stray lock of hair. The elder smiled and glowed even more. “Besides, you need some time off. You’re always working so hard. Live a little. We don’t have to have a curfew if no one knows where we are. Just you and me–what do you say?”

So, that Friday, Hyungwon left his parents a note that went something like:

Mom and Dad:

I will not be home after school. I just wanted to let you know, so you didn’t freak out and send authorities after me. A friend and I are going to get away. I feel I need a forbidden thing called “fun”. Seriously, though, I reckon my straight A grades and hard studying in the past three years have warranted a day away from all work and no play.

I may be home late tonight or tomorrow morning, so please leave the front door unlocked. I am sorry if this makes you worry, but I promise that I am safe.

–Hyungwon

He and Hoseok had planned this out extensively, and an adventure awaited them. The older boy had pulled some strings and reserved a camping spot out at the national park. It was still the school year, so the place was empty. But why? It was Spring; everything was tranquil and beautiful. They expected to be able to sit and talk, bathed in warm sunlight. There, they could just be together, without the weight of worry on their backs. The plan was to get some food, and then head out. The forecasts were favorable, thank God, but if the weather took a turn for the worse, they could sit in Hyungwon’s car. It would still be romantic, and they’d wait it out, perhaps drive back into town if they needed to.

The weatherman called for a clear night, too. It would be perfect for stargazing, which made Hyungwon happy and excited. After much debate, he decided to take the telescope from the tall bookcase in the family living room. This was the first time he had touched it, as normally his dad didn’t let him. He had often pleaded and begged to as a kid, but apparently it would only feed his desire to become an astronomer–or some bullshit like that. Immediately, he snuck it out to the car and hid it in the storage space behind the passenger’s seat. Hopefully it would be a nice surprise for Hoseok. He also wondered if he should add the absence of the telescope to his note, but in the end didn’t. No one would miss it. Besides, he was already breaking five household rules at once. What was another one?

Making sure he had his packed bags, a first aid kit, flashlights, and various other things they’d need in case of an emergency, he left to go pick up Hoseok. He had memorized the way and the address the night before. As he got closer, the butterflies in his stomach intensified. Was this really the beginning of their twenty four hour first date? So far, it was surreal, and they hadn’t even seen each other yet. Hyungwon was afraid that he’d get to his destination and it would evaporate into mist.

The neighborhood his boyfriend lived in was in stark contrast to his upscale one. Most, if not all, of the houses had peeling paint and askew shutters. Hyungwon didn’t have reason to fear it, however. After all, it seemed like a quiet and peaceful suburb. He pulled into the driveway to find the older boy waiting for him. A full mattress leaned end-up against the porch railing. Hoseok had said that he did some strange things as it was, so his mom wouldn’t think too much about the missing bed. Hyungwon smiled and finally took a breath; seeing the muscled, dark-haired man waving at him made things solidify and become real.

Pulling the release lever for the trunk, it lifted open, and Hyungwon hopped out to help his boyfriend. Dropping the second set of seats into the floor, he bailed before Wonho shoved the mattress in. It was just smaller than the space, a perfect fit. This was the “camping” part of their date; they were going to sleep next to each other that night.

After Hoseok threw in his own things, some pillows, and sheets, he pushed the trunk closed and hopped in the passenger’s seat. He didn’t hesitate to give a radiant smile to Hyungwon. The younger watched him with a longing look. Then, leaned over the center console to capture Wonho’s lips in a kiss. They were still new to this relationship thing. So, they weren’t surprised when they both felt their cheeks heat up. They held hands all the way to school.

Time couldn’t fly fast enough for either of them. It did, though, despite lots of bored, whiny, complaining thoughts that it wouldn’t. Hoseok was in the library hallway at three o’ clock sharp. Hyungwon was even out early (something that stunned the head librarian, who was usually the one pushing him to the door at closing). Today they didn’t care if anyone stared at them as they laughed and talked. How could they not? Their plans had them amped up. More lively conversation accompanied the unexpectedly difficult act of making the bed. The back of the car was simply too small of a space. It was at least alright; they could share quick kisses as they ducked in and out and occasionally leaned in at the same time and met. They were the last ones out of the lot, but it was worth it.

At about four-thirty, they stopped by a burger joint. Like the hungry boys they were, they ordered a lot. To be more exact: thirty-five dollars’ worth of beef, bread and french fries, as well as two extra-large chocolate shakes. Hoseok pulled two crisp twenty dollar bills out of his wallet to pay for it all. As he handed them to the lady cashier, Hyungwon suddenly thought of something. Despite his initial determination not to ask, it popped out of his mouth anyway, before he could stop it.

“H–Hoseok-ah, please don’t tell me that–that's–dirty money.”

The elder’s eyes widened. No doubt, he had immediately understood what his boyfriend meant. Dropping his head, he slowly shook it side to side. “No, um–I worked full-time at the electronics store down the street this summer. We have to give all t–that kind of thing to Jay, anyway.”

Hyungwon studied Wonho’s face closely, but found no hint of deception, or trace that he was lying. Guilt flooded him that he had brought it up, so his next question slipped out timidly. “But you…really–?”

“Jumped innocent kids? Intimidated people into submission? Beat people up? Yeah.” A shadow flickered across his face and through his eyes; Hyungwon didn’t have to ask. He knew that he was reliving a few beatdowns, seeing fists and scared eyes flashing across his vision. “When I joined up with Jason, I never expected to have to do anything like that. I feel bad about it now, but when they looked to me to throw punches…I abandoned my honor and gave in. Fuck, Hyungwonie, I’m sorry. I honestly don’t know how anyone could love me after I’ve been so cruel.”

“But I do.” Hyungwon placed a hand on his cheek, and leaned over to press a kiss to his boyfriend’s lips just as the cashier was handing back Hoseok’s change. The petite gal yelped and nearly scrunched the money in her hand. Every pair eyes shifted to them, but they didn’t care.

Momentarily, they broke. Wonho gave a shy smile to the cashier and bowed as she dropped the bills and coins in his hand. As they moved aside for the next person in line, their hands clasped. They had just kissed in public, this was pretty much nothing now.

“Hoseok, I fell in love with you for your bright smile, your dashing good looks, and last but not least your caring nature. Yes, you have hurt my friends in the past, but I’ve forgiven you. I hope that now you can do the same for yourself.” Hyungwon rubbed soothing circles on the back of Wonho’s hand. “You’re worth so much more than the people you call your friends. Please, I’m always here for you, baby.”

Wonho gave a curt nod, eyes misty with tears. “That means so much more to me than you know.”

“Why does a kind soul like you even hang out with guys like that, anyway?”

“Because that’s where this belongs.” Hoseok gestured to his clothes. Even today, it was black jeans ripped at the knee, army boots, a metal band tee, and the ever-present leather jacket. “When this became my standard outfit, nobody would approach me anymore. And then, out of the shadows, came Park Jason. He took me under his wing, introduced me to the other guys–and I didn’t realize how deep in I was until it was too late.”

Hyungwon’s eyebrows knitted together. “If you don’t want to be friends with them anymore, I can help you find a way out, start again. I know that once my close-knit circle realizes that you’re really kind and that we’re dating, they’ll warm up and–”

A sharp no came from the elder’s mouth, and Hyungwon stopped abruptly. Almost immediately, Hoseok turned slightly crimson and apologized. “I didn’t mean to startle you. What I meant was–I’m sorry, and I appreciate your offer, but I–I can’t. Not yet. If I leave the group to be with you, every one of those boys will have my hide. Including Jay. And messing with him is not a good idea…ever. Just please give me a little time. I’ll think of something…alright?” He reached up to place a single peck on the taller one’s cheek.

Hyungwon was about to relent. At that moment, though, the person behind the counter held up a big bag and two extra-large chocolate milkshakes. Wonho winked briefly at his boyfriend before stepping up to claim them. He returned with a huge smile. “Well, ready to hit the road then?”

“Is that even a question you need to ask?”

Seconds later, it was back into the car and off for the national park, a good hour and a half’s drive away from their home. They ate as they headed out, Hoseok feeding Hyungwon french fries. For two otherwise-mature guys, they were certainly acting very cute towards each other. They played a game involving how fast Wonho could move his hand as he brought bites to his boyfriend’s mouth. If he didn’t do it quick enough, he got a peck on the hand. Of course his reaction every time he felt those lips on his fingers was to giggle. He might have been too slow on purpose sometimes, too.

As expected, when they finally got to their camping spot, everything was beautiful. There were a few burgers and fries left in the car if one or both of them got hungry. They took a casual hike together, before it got dark. Now, it was down to sitting and enjoying the night.

Hyungwon talked animatedly about Cassiopeia, the Queen, and how her constellation had some of the most mysterious stars. Enraptured, Hoseok reached down to comb a hand through the younger’s hair. He was listening, but he probably wouldn't remember anything later. He was too busy thinking about how blessed he was to have such a passionate, smart boy to himself.

Once Hyungwon finished his story, he turned his head to glance at Wonho. A smile spread across his face, and he hummed at the soothing feeling of fingers running through his dark locks.

All at once, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes shot open. “Oh! I almost forgot! I have a surprise.” He bolted up, Wonho along with him.

“Really? Where is it?”

“In the car. I have to get it and set it up.”

“Ok. Give me a kiss first though, won’t you?”

They both shifted their weight and leaned into each other, lips connecting again. Their embraces were still sweet, but growing ever more heated. When they pulled away, neither went very far. Hoseok especially lingered, pressing his forehead to Hyungwon’s. His hand buried itself in the soft hairs on the back of the other boy’s neck, and he could get lost for hours in those big, dark eyes. “Yah, you’re so handsome,” he murmured finally. “I should take you on a date.”

Hyungwon burst out in a chuckle, and his gigantic white grin appeared. “That again? Come on, Hoseok-ah, I’ve already said yes once. This is our first date.”

“Really? Wow…how did I get so lucky?”

“Ah come on, you know that I’m the luckiest one here.” Hyungwon laughed and pushed the older boy’s chest, gently but firmly. “I gotta go get the surprise. I’ll be right back.” He got up and ran back to his car, pulling the box from its spot.

He returned to Wonho’s side with the telescope, and his boyfriend gasped at the sight of it. “No way. That’s your dad’s…You’re totally not allowed to touch it…right?”

“It won’t matter if nobody but me and you know about it.” Flipping open the lid, Hyungwon pulled the stand out first before setting the telescope itself on top. Once he was sure it was stable, he ducked down to peek through the viewing tube. “Whoa. I forgot how disorienting this is.”

“See anything cool?”

“No, but here, if I move it around like this--” Hyungwon wrapped his hand around the end. Tilting the scope in a different direction, he began a search for other things. “And, focus it, I get something pretty cool.” There was a silver band at the base of the eyepiece that he turned, and things became easier to see. After a minute he stopped and gestured to Hoseok. “Wanna try?”

“Of course.” Wonho stepped forward and peered in, too. Presently, a smile grew on his face. “Hey, I can see the craters on the moon.”

“Yeah, it’s a one hundred thirty millimeter. It’s powerful enough to look at Saturn.”

The elder popped his head up, giving his boyfriend a wide eyed stare. “What!? No freaking way. You gotta be kidding me.”

“Yah, I’m not. I dunno if it’s visible tonight. But you can try.”

Like Hyungwon had, Hoseok wrapped a thick arm around the base of the telescope and moved it slowly around. “Yellow, with rings, right?”

“Yep.”

For a little while, the chirp of the crickets was the only sound. Hyungwon blinked lovingly as Hoseok stuck his tongue out cutely, in his concentration. Finally, he straightened up, a wide smile on his face. “Found it.”

“Nah way. I gotta see this.” Hyungwon stepped forward, bending over, and scrunched an eye closed to look into the viewer once more. “Hey, yeah, you did.” There was the yellow-tan planet, centered in the lens. Its storm spot swirled spectacularly on its surface. The rings were perfectly symmetrical, and varying colors to boot. “Whoa.”

“It’s awesome, isn’t it?”

“It is,” the tall boy felt an arm around his shoulders, and smiled contentedly. “but not as awesome as you.”

Hoseok gave a full-bellied laugh. “Oh, be quiet.” But when they were next at eye level with each other, he kissed him.

Space, and being able to view it, was an almost-bottomless source of fun and excitement. Before they both knew it, though, it was late--and certainly far past their normal bedtimes. When Hyungwon yawned, Hoseok wrapped him in a warm hug and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Hm, we should probably get some rest if we need to drive home tomorrow.”

“But what if I don’t want to? Let’s stay out here tomorrow and the next day and the day after that...please?”

“We could, but what would happen to your dreams of being an Astronomer, babe?”

“I don’t care. I’d study the stars in your eyes forever.”

“You really must be feeling tired if you're saying sappy stuff like that.” Hoseok booped the younger on the nose. “Come on, let’s get to bed, huh?”

Hyungwon nodded, but insisted on putting the telescope away first. Once that task was complete, they kicked their shoes off and climbed into the back of the car together. Despite his tough, muscled appearance, of course Hoseok was the one who buried his face into his boyfriend’s chest. When he had his fill of his scent, he drew his face close to Hyungwon’s and gave him a soft goodnight kiss.

Unexpectedly, The tall boy captured it with his lips, drawing it out and locking his arm around Wonho’s waist. The elder could sense that Hyungwon was burning and hungry. He was all but glad to return the sentiment with his own love. Hoseok reached up to let his fingertips dance across the sharp lines of Hyungwon’s face. “Baby--” He managed to gasp between deep, long kisses.

“I need you.”

There was something pressing into the older’s thigh, and he chuckled. “Alright. Well, I’m all yours.”

A warm pair of hands edged up Hoseok’s shirt.

#hyungwonho #monsta x fanfiction #monsta x imagine #monsta x scenario #hyungwonho fanfiction #hyungwon #chae hyungwon #wonho #shin hoseok #askbryony #dkfjsd;kja this took me so long i'm so sorry....i really hope you enjoy c''':

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haikyuu characters + kpop

basically, which haikyuu characters would listen to kpop and and what would they enjoy realistically?

as the kpop industry is kinda saturated with idols, obv i couldnt include every group/artist. also its important to note that kpop would be a really niche interest unless they’re a trending group (eg. twice), regularly promoting in japan (ie. bts, apink, ikon, shinee), have established themselves because of hallyu (eg. dbsk, suju, big bang, snsd). if a artist/group met any or more of those conditions, the more i took them into consideration for this.

I also took into consideration characters who are more likely to enjoy browsing the internet. those who put in a good amount of effort to look for music are very much more likely to come across it!

bokuto koutarou: only aware of kpop songs that go viral. often the very high-energy & catchy songs.

really really loves bts: DOPE / war of hormone (HELLO HELLO)

he just really loves their intense choreography & how energetic their music is

just imagine him finding dope for the first time.

always attempts to learn the choreography, maybe just parts of it that he thought was the coolest

favourite korean songs thats not bts:

call me baby (he LOVES every single part of this song..)

RHYTHM TA the dance is simple & the song is his style

sugawara koushi: generally an open-minded individual... has the ability to appreciate many kinds of music

likes surfing through various mvs on youtube when he's bored, so he’s prob seen like most of ur favs, and surprisingly keeps tabs on the ones he likes.

likes shinee’s releases because enjoys the harmony of all their voices blending, very smooth and light.

replay / your number / dont let me go

also likes charting/trending korean songs that aren't necessarily idol/kpop based like this

good vocals and songs with warm tones are a must

azumane asahi, yamaguchi tadashi, yachi hitoka: the three of them enjoy cute & soft music

yamaguchi & yachi are both huge huge fans of iu. they love you & i, as well as good day!

peach is another strong favourite!

asahi loves how sweet kissing you sounds. he also likes nonono because the lyrics (its there in the vid!) are always super encouraging and comforting.

while they like mainstream songs, its not far-fetched to imagine them surfing the internet, due to their introverted natures, and uncovering sweet sounding korean indie music like rainy day and how do you think. yachi and yamaguchi like to share songs with each other since they trust each other’s taste.

tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, ennoshita chikara: anything that’s layered and made with artistry.

akaashi was almost a kpop anti (hates rhythm ta so fucking much lol) but then he found this and thought otherwise

just once you hit that part of youtube, the same type of music fills the entire sidebar. its a whole new world of music which is exactly what tsukki, akaashi, and ennoshita are after.

part of ennoshita's fascination of this music is the cinematography also he likes being unique for the music vids. its undeniable how high quality kpop music videos are... the camera-work, the selection of sets and props & lighting to create certain moods such as across the universe

tsukki is just an avid listener of music and enjoys being informed and up to date on all kinds of music. very attracted to tracks that are very well produced and well crafted such as bawling

akaashi is naturally thorough and doesnt like to settle for music readily available around him, he truly loves the meeting new sounds and styles, especially anything thats a clever/creative hybrid of genres such as neon bunny’s romance in seoul (jazz + electro)

oikawa tooru: open-minded, but mostly he loves anything feel-good and cute.

enjoys often very catchy and upbeat hits:

cheer up - twice / very nice - seventeen / party - snsd

usually a pleasant hummer and has a nice soft voice when singing. knows how to be obnoxious though

he cant help it because the songs are so FUN iwa-chan,

also songs that make him feel nostalgic and longing, especially if the vocalist is good at conveying emotion

like taeyeon’s rain ... also loves why though. dbsk’s why did i fall in love with you?

though updated with some trends (twice, seventeen), only truly familiar with older generation of idols.

hanamaki & mattsun: always looking for entertainment, yall know how they’re like lmfao.

they know kpop thanks to oikawa who showed them cheer up... found it cute and rly love dancing to the “sha sha sha” and chorus.

both curious, they did their own research and exploring and came out with their own likes and dislikes.

prefer sexier/non-cute groups: mini skirt -aoa

also ring ding dong (started liking it ironically to piss off hajime but now finds genuine enjoyment in it. they know the chorus dance)

it g ma because kohh features (they were shook) but also because of its meme factor. listen to it please oh my god [TW: lots of BRIGHT flashes in that mv..] the squawking and yelling annoys hajime so much wtf which may or may not contribute to why they both like this song so much. oikawa doesnt like it either ("its so ugly!")

generally prefers k-hip hop scene over kpop

sunshine - verbal jint feat chancelor / jet lag - paloalto

kuroo & yaku: idol fanboys confirmed (see ch 200.)

as confirmed in ch 200. they are both huge fans of perfume, an electropop girl band, even to the point where they are familiar with the names of the members

thus i think its fair to say out of all the hq characters, its these two who are most likely to get to know their idol groups & not just be passive listeners.

upbeat, quirky electronic groups... the nu abo album by f(x) basically embodies this...

kuroo didnt care about kpop until he decided to give super junior’s hero album a listen during the time it was just released and very hot and popular on the charts. unexpectedly really loved the tracks & shared with yaku and kai. kai likes it too but isnt into idol stuff (more into rock) as much as yaku and kuroo. this was gateway into kpop for them. they’re mostly familiar with idols from sm ent.

iwaizumi hajime:

kpop anti

with oikawa being relentless singing the same repetitive hook choruses over & over ("cheer up baby! cheer up baby!" "gee gee gee gee baby baby~") & hanamatsu joining in because they’re hanamatsu

he hates it

like A Lot

(needs better company)

(would probably like baby baby & winner's rock influenced music tbh)

give him time

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#what do i tag lol #ASK ME AND TALK TO ME ABOUT OTHER CHARACTERS IF U WANNA

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Sayonara No Imi - Chapter I

Summary: The story of Hashimoto Nanami as Shi-jin(thorn human) representative in a sacred ritual between her kind and the humans

Notes: This story is adapted from Sayonara No Imi Music Video, however in order to make more sensible plot there are several things that will be changed. Also, I really have no idea how Shitoushiki works so what I write in this story is purely based on my imagination mixed with a little bit of information that I gained from the MV.

“Hashimoto Nanami-san.” The sound of her name seems to echo through the shrine hall and crawling along the wooden floor. She blinked a few times, not expecting her name to be the one that's going to get called. Suddenly the world seems so quiet, her ears could only hear the sound of her own heart that has started to beat faster. Noticing the man gaze that lay upon her is starting to turn cold, she realized that she was taking too much time. She nodded before standing up from her seiza sitting position, hoping that she wouldn’t look like she is losing her balance as she walks forward. Stopping 5 steps away from the man she kneels down. Actually feeling a bit uncomfortable because her thorns are reacting to her emotion and have already grown a few inches from her skin, causing a little bit problem with positioning her hands on each of her knees. The person in front of her carefully took a thorny crown from the little table beside him. She lowers her head, letting him place the crown on the top of her head. “May the God of peace always watch upon us,” the man said, before turning around to start the prayer. Hashimoto used to wonder what does it like to be the person wearing that strange looking crown. She also used to wonder what does it like to be chosen as the representative of her kind. Well over the last two years she has learned that despite always being dubbed as an honor, the duty of being the chosen one to wear the surprisingly light crown isn’t enjoyable at all. In fact, from all the past ritual that she has heard and 5 that she has experienced there’s only one case where a person that is not chosen volunteer ended up to be the crowned one at the ritual. She closes her eyes, softly inhaling through her nose and exhale through her mouth, immersing herself with the sound of prayer chant, hoping it would ease her racing heart. More than 100 years ago the people of the country was ruled by a group of greedy shoguns who made other people suffer in poverty and hunger. Protesting will lead to a death sentence, disobeying the orders will lead to a more unimaginable punishment which will make the suspect beg for them to just kill him instead. With their ruthless samurais as their wall, the shoguns were untouchable. Until one day a curse was fallen to the shoguns and their reliable protectors. Thin and sharp thorns started to grow from beneath their limbs skin. They have called every physician, even some of them had come from far outside the country. Nevertheless, there was no one that can help them. Even when they tried to cut the thorns from the skin it would start to grow again after some period of time. Strangely somehow the thorn has become a part of their body. Upon seeing this the people of the country took their chances to roll over the situation and banish them from their position, which lit the flame of war between both sides. Blood was everywhere, making the country even more dangerous than before. Perhaps because of their much larger number, the normal human was at the winning side and they weren’t stopping, with their sharp thin blades they try to slay every single thorn humans or as they called them, shi-jin. At the end, knowing that if the war continues nothing will be gained instead of more bloodshed of their kind, the shi-jins beg the human for reconciliation, saying that they won’t bother the humans again as long as they let them live. The humans agree and both parties signed a treaty which is followed by a ceremony of thorn removal for some of the shi-jins. It’s believed that Shitoushiki-the name of the ceremony, is necessary as a symbolism that humans and shi-jin could leave alongside with each other despite their differences, while the act of slaying the thorns illustrate how shi-jin had surrendered and will let the humans determine the punishment for those who disobeys the treaty. Ever since that day, the ceremony is performed yearly with a representative chosen randomly through a simple yet sacred election ritual. Some believe, that the Gods actually play a part on having a particular name chosen. They believed that this is why a Shitoushiki without the true chosen representative had never gone smoothly. She blinked her eyes twice, realizing that she was getting lost in her own mind instead of paying attention to prayer chants. Hesitantly she looks straight ahead and sees that the man who leads the prayer has stood up to retrieve a tray of offerings, their eyes met for a moment and she realized that she should be standing up and follow him, which she quickly does. Right before the altar, he waited for her to reach the spot right next to him and let her place the offerings down. When she finished putting down every single thing on the tray, both took one step back and do their finishing bow. With the help of the man, she took off her crown placing it carefully in a box that will keep it safe from any harm. “Hashimoto-san, after this you should have your lunch with everyone else, but after that, I’ll have you meet the human representative. Also, you should start thinking about 4 people that you want to escort you. Since we’re supposed to start practicing tomorrow I expect you to give me the names at dinner time today. Do you understand?” She nodded as she stole a glance towards the other girls who are making their prayer, “Tokuyama-san, when exactly the arranged meeting time with the human representative? It’s my turn to do chores today, I will have to tell someone beforehand if I couldn’t do it because of that.” “She should be here by 1 PM, you should tell someone to switch with you because I expect you to be on time.” Again she nodded before she realized the first word the man used in his last sentence, “she? The representative is a she?” “Yes. She’s actually the direct descendant of Nishino- the human representative who sign the treaty.” Hashimoto raised her eyebrows part of her couldn’t believe what she had just heard but chosen to don’t prolong the conversation and end it with a curt nod before turning her feet to where the shelter house is. As she makes her way she keeps her eyes looking straight ahead in an attempt to ignore the paper signs stuck on the iron fence of the building. The lunch time goes by without her needing to talk much, that’s not surprising since the other Shi-jins seems to be avoiding her. She couldn’t blame them because she also did the same over the last several years and to be honest, she’s also thankful that they chose to do so because after what had happened she had somehow lost her will to converse. She was taken by surprise when she feels a hand on her shoulder when she’s washing her plate, “seriously, have you ever heard of the term greeting with words instead of a touch?” The girl behind her chuckled softly, “sorry, Nanamin, but should you be preparing to meet the human rep? It’s fine to go ahead, I’ll take care of your portion of chores.” “Thanks. Let me finish this one first,” she smiled in gratefulness at the other girl. “Sure. Anyway, has he told you to pick a few people for the escort?” She wiped her hands with the towel hung on the wall, taking a step back to let the girl occupy the space in front of the sink, “Yes, he did.” “You should choose me. I have been in your place before, three times-even. So you shouldn’t hesitate to ask for my help,” the long haired said sincerely before tying her hair up in a ponytail. Hashimoto couldn’t help but stare at the other girl’s moving hands. Despite the beautifully light tone of her skin, there’s a long line formed across the back of her hand, starting from the part below her thumb to the start of her little finger. A grim reminder of how dangerous the ceremony could be. Hashimoto gulped down the sudden anxiousness that has fallen over her, “will do, thanks for everything, Maiyan.” “Your welcome. Take care” She nodded and tried to smile a little as if to assure her that everything is going to be just fine, “you too. See you later.” The walk to the study room where she’s supposed to wait until the human representative come is short lived and once she’s inside she shut the sliding door behind her and take a deep breath. Now that she already got one person for her escort she just needs to think about 3 other girls. She is aware that she has every right to choose whoever she wants and that person would not be in a position to refuse, she is also aware that being an escort will not bring them any harm, but still she feels the need to make sure that she’s choosing the most capable person. After prancing around the room for several minutes she decided to open the window and sit on the railing, balancing both of her legs on top of it. She could hear a faint sound of people talking behind the door meaning that the human representative has arrived, but choose to place her focus on making paper plane instead of trying to listen, after all, she is not the kind who would bother to eavesdrop things that are not for her to hear. She wonders about that Nishino girl, is she around the same age with her? Is she much younger? Or maybe much older? How does she look like? She probably could guess about her features since she had seen the girl older brother before, he was actually a representative for the human a few years ago. Personally, she thinks that it’s strange that the humans chose a girl for their representative, after all as long as she can remember they always appointed male descendant for the role. It’s supposed to be the same for the representative of her own kind. However, the male population of her kind is actually on the brink of extinction, maybe because they usually run away from the shelter and try to disguise themselves as a normal human. Just like her father. Her fingers played with the paper plane, still could not decide whether to let it fly away or not, while her thorns appearing and disappearing every now and then because of her nervousness. She noticed that the people behind the door have been more silent. She couldn’t help but to think whether they are still there or not, more importantly, just how much longer does she have to wait? She averted her gaze from the plane to the door and that exact moment her movement is halted because she realized that the door is opened a little bit. Revealing three girls staring at her in bewilderment. One of the girls seems to be surprised that she saw them and close the door shut abruptly. Hashimoto stands up, not knowing what to do. Does she have to tell them that it was fine? She really wanted to do so but she is aware that being a representative doesn’t give her the allowance to make that kind of pointless contact with a human. On the other hand, that short unexpected moment is truly bugging her, especially when she remembers their face upon seeing her thorns. Because the last thing she needs is having the representative afraid of her. ~To Be Continued~

#sni #nogizaka46 #nogizaka46 fanfiction

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