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seokiie · 4 years

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𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝙼)

+ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

+ 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.4𝘬

+ 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

+ 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘴’ 𝘢𝘭𝘭

"Yoongii, stoppp..." You and Yoongi were currently on set for the Daechwita music video, sitting backstage waiting for his makeup to be done and Yoongi could not keep his hands off you. If you two were alone you wouldn't mind but he was getting awfully touchy only a few inches away from the stylists.

"You smell so good, jagi." Yoongi's lips press against your neck insistently and the moan you let out is a mixture between pleasure and dissatisfaction. Don't get it wrong, you loved a touchy Yoongi, he was so cute when he was needy but he was never like this in public. You almost had no idea how to react when his hand drifted up your thigh.

"Yoongi, the director is literally right there." He tries to push you onto your back on the little black couch but you stop him by placing your palms on the plain of his chest.

"So? It's not like we're doing anything. Just wanna kiss you s'all." Yoongi finally gets you on your back and you audibly whine, watching as a stylist walks into the room then immediately turns around when she sees the compromising position.

"Yoongi-ahh, it's embarrassing." You cover your face with both your hands and Yoongi laughs.

"You're so cute when you get flustered. Say, do you think..." His voice drops to a whisper. "...do you think I could fuck you here without anyone noticing?"

You literally choke when your brain registers to words that just left his mouth.

"How horny are you?!" It was supposed to be just a whisper but it came out as more of a whisper-shout. The director gives you two a confused and slightly amused look.

You seriously had no idea what was wrong with Yoongi these days. Maybe it was because he's locked himself in his studio for the past two weeks and he hasn't seen another human (re: you) in a while. He was acting weird this morning, too. When you were making breakfast on the stove he'd come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. This wasn't something unusual but the difference was this time you could feel his length pressing against your lower back. You ended up on your knees and the eggs ended up burnt so it's safe to say this morning was a mess.

That being said, Yoongi should not be hard right now. His cock should not be poking your thigh through his sweats while you're both waiting for his MV shooting.

And you should not be on the verge of giving in.

"H-hey, let's make a deal..." Yoongi makes a sound of understanding, his mouth not moving from your neck. "If you be a good boy and get your makeup done, I'll let you do whatever you want when we get home."

Yoongi perks up at that and a smirk spreads across his face. You're not sure if you've just made a grave mistake.

"So you'll let me use the buttplug?"

Yep, definitely a grave mistake.

By the end of the shooting, you'd completely forgotten about your deal with Yoongi, you were just basking in the feeling of Yoongi leaving you alone. That feeling really doesn't last long though, because as soon as Yoongi climbs into the black van that's supposed to take you two home, his hands are all over you.

That poor driver, this isn't the first time you and Yoongi have gone a little too far in the back of the van. Especially after concerts when Yoongi's adrenaline is still running high. It was probably super obvious what you two were doing when Yoongi pulled you into his lap and dragged your hips against his. But the driver never said anything, thankfully.

"You'll really let me do anything?" The car hasn't even came to a halt before Yoongi is whispering in your ear and it sends shivers down your spine.

"Yoongi..." You glance to the rare view mirror to see the driver focusing ahead.

"You'll let me spread you open and eat you out, right?" Yoongi's lips trail down your neck before sinking into the skin there. You can't help letting out an audible moan at that.

It feels like you two are in your own world until a 'we're here' snaps you out of it. Yoongi doesn't waste any time dragging you inside.

If you had to count how many times Yoongi has pushed you up against the front door throughout the duration of your relationship, you'd say it's a whopping 14 times, including now. The interesting thing about him was he didn't usually initiate sexual stuff, but when he did he went all the way.

"I don't think you understand what you put me through today." Yoongi presses a needy kiss to your lips after every other word, one of his hands pulling your hips against his and the other behind you, caging you in between him and the door.

"I didn't do anything, Yoongles." You were telling the truth, but you made sure to use his nickname in the most innocent tone you can. You knew it did something to him.

"Fuck." It's a singular word and that's where Yoongi draws the line. It didn't take much to rile him up. If he's overworking himself on a new track, all it takes is begging him in that innocent little tone he loves and he's over you in seconds.

Yoongi picks you up and carries you to your bedroom, kissing the giggles out of your mouth.

"To be completely honest, I was gonna fuck you backstage after the director left the room, but after putting some thought into it, I figured I should pay you back for this morning." You don't really understand what he means until he has you on your back and is sliding down your body.

He makes quick work of the buttons on your jeans, sliding them down your legs in an easy motion. As soon as the clothing is off, his fingers are pressing against you through the thin material of your panties. You keen at that.

"I wonder what I did in my past life to deserve a beautiful girl with such a pretty pussy. Look at you dripping for me already."

"Y-Yoongi, don't- don't say..." You try to close your legs out of embarrassment but he's quick to stop that.

"Don't act so shy, jagi. I know who you really are. I know how much you love it when I talk to you like this." Yoongi pulls your panties down next and you can't even get a word out before his tongue is swiping up your quivering lips and swallowing every drop of wetness that he's picked up.

"Taste so good..." Yoongi moans as his tongue teases your entrance before dipping inside. As soon as his tongue is moving inside you, your back is arching.

"So responsive, hmm?" He places the palm of his hand on your stomach, pushing you down enough so you were flat on the bed.

You've never had someone eat you out before and Yoongi is making you wonder why. His tongue works expertly against you, his nose rubbing against your clit every time he opens wider to take more of you in.

"Fuck, Yoongi-" His mouth is hot against you and his tongue is expertly opening you up (and don't get me started on the delicious sounds he was making), you really can't help letting your hands run through his hair before rutting against his face. It just feels too good.

"Good girl. Are you gonna come all over my tongue? I can feel it." Yoongi separates from you for a second, his tongue darting out to lick your wetness away from his lips. You audibly moan watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallows.

"I'm gonna- fuck-" Your hips stutter as his tongue pushes inside you again, lapping you up as you finish on his tongue, just like he wanted.

"Feel good?" The first thing you see when you open your eyes is Yoongi's toothy grin. He already knows the answer but it seems like he just wants to hear it from your mouth.

"So good. You never told me you had such a talent." You pull him up into your arms and he presses a kiss to your lips.

"What do you mean I never told you? What do you think my tongue technology means?" Yoongi gives you a raised eyebrow expression. Suddenly the line makes more sense.

Sending listeners to Hong Kong with my rap My tongue technology.

Well, you can vouch for that.

Yoongi definitely just sent you to Hong Kong.

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mentesimploria · 4 years

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It’s already June and god knows what they’re going to do on Señorita 1 year anniversary so I made this whole massive post about SEÑORITA BECAUSE IT’S ABOUT LAUREN JAUREGUI AND CAMILA IS GAY

Her interview to Variety:

"So finally we're just 'you know what? no pressure, let's just get in the studio. Let's finalize and see how we feel about it.’ Then two weeks later we made the music video"

Her interview to Vogue:

Her interview to E!News:

They've come up with an answers for every question related to when they recorded the song, who came up with the concept of the song, when they decided to do another song together etc

Her answers were always short: it took eight months so that both of us agreed to do the song. 'When I wanna do it, he didn't wanna do it and then we went back and forth for months'. So this was a short lie, you don't wanna say too much and take the risk of being caught in a lie. Another thing: she never said exactly when they recorded the song or shot the music video. Why? 1. too much details that could've been easily forgotten. 2. They were ok with people wondering if she cheated on Matthew or not. You don't like Camila? Well, she cheated on her boyfriend with Shawn Mendes. You like her? No one knows when they recorded the song, they could’ve recorded it on June. 3. Camila sucks at lying, she always forget what she's supposed to say. An example: she started saying they shot the music video two weeks after they recorded the song, then she changed her mind and it was one week and a half after then it was just only one week after.

If any of it was true, she wouldn't have forgotten when they made the music video. to sum up: They want you to think they made the music video on June. They didn’t spend eight months working on the song, in fact, they wrote and recorded it in less than a month.

Now let’s see Shawn’s version: On June 24 a fan asked Shawn how was the process of making Señorita, his answer was pretty much the same as Camila’s:

“it took us so long to make the song. I mean, the song was done and there was a point where Camila didn’t wanna do it there was a point where I didn’t wanna do it” “it was like ten months of this back and forth (...) and then finally, out of nowhere, literally like 3 weeks before the song came out we were like ‘let’s go to the studio and sing the song together and see how it feels’”

According to Shawn, they finalized the song two weeks before it came out. Señorita came out June 21 and on June 12 Shawn was back touring, so that means they finalized and made the music video some time between June 1 and June 11. On May 27 Camila and Shawn got papped together but we can’t say that’s when they decided to go to the studio and see if they would finish the song or not because two days later he was in Toronto. Another thing: the last time Camila and Matthew were seen together was on May 14.

Now let’s talk about the co-writers version (August 12):

They came up with the idea then their first thought was: why don’t we send it to shawn mendes like he’s gonna love it camila who

They sent it to Shawn and he only wanted to do it with Camila pois não é o seu lugar de fala

Charli XCX forgot what she was supposed to say when asked about Señorita (October 21) :B

so many lies

Early this year Charli XCX gave another interview and this time she was smart and kept her answers shorter although she messed up a little bit by saying she, at first, didn’t know Shawn and Camila were involved in the song.

So this is the part I wanted to talk about: when they came up with the concept and recorded Señorita.

I don’t know exactly when Camila recorded Dream of You and Living Proof, but it was some time between November 2018 and January 2019. I don’t think Camila was in the studio on February, she had the rehearsals for the Grammys and after that she went to Dubai. When she came back she had to go to the Rodeo Houston. She was back at the studio during this time So she could’ve started to work on Señorita on March, I don’t have any proof of it though, I know she was at the studio with Ali Tamposi on March, but that doesn’t mean anything since Ali Tamposi co-wrote most of her songs.

Watt said something to the Billboard interview that helped me to figured it out when they recorded the song:

This was on April 7. That means they were already working on Señorita, but since Camila was at the studio in Miami (probably recording This Love) on April, I’ll assume they were working on Señorita in the end of March and were going to finish it when Watt came back from London.

It didn’t take them too long to finish it considering Camila started to record Liar and shoot the music video right after, and when finished, she worked on Bad Kind of Butterflies, went to Italy, came back and recorded Shameless on May 15.

I doubt that they finished the song on May, Shawn was promoting If I Can’t Have You in New York and when he went to L.A they had to: come up with the concept of the music video + rehearsals + shoot the music video.

And when was that? if you watch Señorita Behind The Scenes Video you’ll see that they had two days of rehearsals and then recorded it in two days. It has to be before May 29 (Shawn was in Toronto) and after May 15 (Shawn was in NY) So it has to be some time between May 16 and May 28. On May 24, Camila posted this on her instagram:

Look at her clothes :B Also, it looks like they were in a trailer, right? Last day of shooting the Señorita MV:

It didn’t take them eight months to record the song. Ali Tamposi, watt and Charli XCX didn’t come up with the idea. They didn’t record it on June. “we went back and forth for months” is bullshit. Camila recorded Feel it Twice on January, that means: once they accepted on doing a PR together, they knew they had release a song together on June. Shawn didn’t write the song. Camila’s a genius.

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tipsydipsydo · 4 years

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BTS Make out-Songs🎶 [Maknae Line]

Hey my Dears!💜

I have a new Scenario for you! It's about my Ideas what BTS favourite Make Out/Sex Songs could be~🙈

Originally I wanted to post the scenarios of all member in one post but then I realized I wrote waaay to much for each member so I split the post in two parts (The Hyung Line and the Maknae Line are sepereated now)

This here is the Maknae Line (yeah I know you read it already in the title xD)

The link to the Hyung Line can be found here.

A little thing: Some scenarios of the members are written more in the "Scenario Style" and some are more in the "Fanfic Style" but I hope you'll like all of them! 💜

I tried to include some verses of the specific song into the fic when I thought it'll fit the specific situation very well.

I'll write the song titles (links seems to not working out actually) for their songs into the scenario right after the moodboard of the member. And I think it could be helpful for you when you listen to the song while reading to get better "into the mood" you know😉

Information: The link to my masterlist can be found at the end of the scenario! 📝

Gender of the reader: female

Then... there is nothing more left to say and I hope you'll enjoy it!

「© tipsydipsydo」

These following scenarios are my intellectual property and belongs only to my blog tipsydipsydo.tumblr.com!

I’ll not accept any kind of reposting, stealing or using/editing my work!

That includes reposting my content on other social media platforms too, even when you link me as the original author.

Thank you.

Jimin

Champagne and Sunshine by PLVTINUM & Tarro

I don't know when it started, but whenever I hear this song now, it reminds me of Jimin.

I don't know for sure, but I think it's this playfulness in this song. It reminds you at first of a typical summer song, which simply spread cheerfulness and a good atmosphere and you want to sing along with it, until you notice the dirty lyrics for the first time.

And I think that's exactly the point why this song fits Jimin so well! At the beginning he always seems to be cute and maybe a little bit naïve, so you just want to take him into your arms and cuddle him. There is a reason why they call him little mochi...

And then he goes on stage and seems to be a complete different person. He knows exactly what a magical attraction he has, how to use his personal advantages to tease the shit out of Army.

For example I mean this cocky smile, his bodyrolls, the way he shows himself so freaking sensual and sexy.

He has so many different facets, all of them are so contrary. He's really like an exotic animal, like a chameleon. And that's what fascinated you so much about him and stole your heart.

How can he be so damn cute and then bang!, the next moment he gave you one of these dangerous dark looks, licking his sweet plush lips and if you're not careful enough, he'll have you pressed against the wall within seconds and you'll drown in his deep, passionate kiss.

Love, take it off

She love that dirty talk

Pushing her up, against the wall

White wine and bubblegum

I also combine this lightness and carefreeness of the song with wild, passionate sex of a young, freshly in love couple and they just can't keep their hands off each other and take every opportunity to somehow release anything of this thick sexual tension between them.

No matter how young or old you both are, no matter how long you've already been with Jimin, he will always make you fall in love with him all over again like you did on day one.

It's this mix, these countless facets Jimin have, that makes it possible that you'll never know where it'll lead you after a sensual, needy kiss, what kind of Sex you two will have this time.

I have this headcanon in my head that you're on vacation together, in LA, especially when a stressful time is behind you and your relationship has suffered a little because of all these appointements you both had.

Now you finally have time for each other again and you make use of it, on the flight back home to Seoul you have to accept that you didn't really see much of the city, but you definitely knew your hotel room inside out.

Every now and then you actually tried to crawl out of bed and get ready for an exploratory tour through the neighborhood, but then came Jimin sneaking up from behind like a tiger and took his prey right back into the king-size bed. Your little cuddle tiger has other plans for you...

Sometimes you even make it into the shower together, but that's a bad idea. Jimin's initially innocent bodylotion rubbing onto your skin becomes needy very quickly and either he fingers or fucks you against the tiled shower wall.

And when you finally managed to leave the hotel room to do some sightseeing, it won't be the only time that you will be kicked out of some museums for "inappropriate behaviours".

And all this only because Jimin can't keep his hands to himself and has to touch your ass all the time!

...and well, because you can't leave this action unpunished too, you gave him a slap on his ass back with a giggle. You can guess the rest of the story...

Most of the time, Jimin can't wait to finally open the hotel door again, without all these annoyed looks from the other peoples.

After a delicious dinner and an almost empty bottle of red wine, you two return to the hotel tipsy and giggling like a young teenage couple. When the hotel door hasn't closed completely yet, Jimin's lips are back in their rightful place, your lips.

It's not the bedroom floor that has to withstand your concentrated lust, but it's the couch that has to hold out, because the bed is simply too far away.

Rough sex on the bedroom floor

Hop in the shower, she begging for more

'Do not disturb' on the hotel door

Waking the neighbours

"God Baby, I just can't get enough of you...", Jimin sighs against your lips.

He fiddles impatiently with the zipper of your summer dress and curses quietly when he can't take your dress off by the first try.

You run your hand through his hair and laugh as he has no more nerves for further opening attempts and simply pushes the skirt of your dress up to your waist. Quickly he clears your panties out of the way before he lets his own pants and boxer briefs slides down to the floor and sink deep into you.

A moan full of pleasure leave your lips, but still an amused smile plays around the corners of your mouth.

"So impatient, my Sweetheart? Even though you've been taking me non-stop the last few days and you still can't get enough? What will just our poor room-neighbors think?"

"I'll never get enough of you, Darling. And when you ask me what the neighbors could think of us? I just want them to think that we're a very happy couple and we're just taking care of each other's needs."

Your laugher is mixed with soft moans as Jimin fucks you slowly with deep thrusts into the cushions of the couch.

From the outside, the countless colorful lights of LA's lively nightlife shine through the panorama window into your hotel room.

"Yeah, that's true. We take care of each other and I'm very, very happy with you, Jimin.", you wisper before you let your lips melt back together with Jimin's.

All I want is champagne and sunshine

Looking for a good time

Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight

Tanned skin, light eyes

Oh my, she's so damn fine

Kissing on her neck

We be running from the nighttime

Taehyung

National Anthem by Lana del Rey (full version)

Taehyung loves aesthetic. Taehyung loves perfection. Taehyung loves passion and sensuality. Taehyung loves the perfect moment.

This is also the reason why he has specific music playlists on his phone that are precise tuned to the mood. Especially sex-playlists. For every imaginable situation and mood between you he has also a perfectly adapded playlist of songs for it. Whether you have wild, impetuous sex and can't get enough of each other, wether you have an another play-session and one of you takes the lead for the night or you just have sensual, loving sex and enjoy the closeness to each other.

But Tae is right, the right music only makes the sex more intense, exciting a whole new athmosphere.

You don't know exactly how many playlists Taehyung has on his phone, nur you estimate to be ten to fifteen different ones.

Yeah, your Sweetheart got a bit of a passionate thing for this.

But it's worth it every time.

Taehyung lets his head sink further and further into his neck, enjoying how wet and warm you feel around him. The way you tense up rhythmically every time you lift and lower yourself on him and how your tight walls massage his long, thick cock makes everything in his head spin.

"We gonna take it slow today...", he said when he woke you up not long ago with countless butterfly kisses on your shoulder.

A smile manifested in your lips, that sounded like a wonderful start for a Sunday. You would welcome the opportunity to only get out of bed for the bare necessities.

How good that you share this thought with Taehyung and just want to explore the aesthetic and beauty of doing nothing with him. Or rather, to enjoy the beauty of doing nothing alongside the aesthetic of sexual pleasure.

Tae had a very specific goal when he gently pulled you out of your dreamland. He wanted to enjoy the time and the togetherness you two have left before he's abroad for the next three weeks to film a new MV.

And now you're above him, straddling his lap, riding him like his personal godess and smiling so seductively. Especially in those moments he asks himself what he did to deserve a person like you in his life.

In the background is playing soft music, Tae had put it on before your sensual adventure. When you heard the first notes, you couldn't deny yourself the joyful smile of anticipation for what might come next.

In this moment Lana del Rey's "National Anthem" fills the room, almost seizing your bodies with this swinging, lively yet sentimental and melancholic melody.

You have the feeling of being closer to your husband now. So, so much closer. On a level that even the best vocabulary couldn't put into words.

Your rhythm adapts to the beat of the music, your movements become sometimes faster, sometimes slower and so you transport Taehyung into spheres he has never been before.

Lana's longing voice encourage you to reveal your innermost desires. In those moments when you are so close to each other, you feel the most fragile and vulnerable.

You need reasurrance.

"Tell me I'm your National Anthem... please."

Taehyung's lips opens speechlessly for a moment before he can forms the words you need the most right now.

"Yes, Baby! Yes, yes, yes, only you. I'll sing for you, I'll sing you as my National Anthem. You are my National Anthem, my love, my wife."

I sing the National Anthem

While I'm standing over your body

Hold you like a python

And you can't keep your hands off me

Or your pants on

See what you've done to me

Just as dancing is for Hoseok his home, so you're his home for Taehyung. Where he feels safe and secure, where he can calm down from all this stress, where he finds comfort when he can no longer help himself.

You are his home and he'll sing your hymn again and again to pay homage to you.

"Yes, my Love. You are my National Anthem. I chose you, only you. That's why you wear that ring.", he wispers in a throaty voice.

I need somebody to hold me

He will do very well

I can tell, I can tell

Keep me safe in his bell tower hotel

Then he kisses your palm before his lips move higher to spread little kisses over your ring finger. Again and again they brush against the golden ring with the crystal clear diamond.

It's true, Taehyung chose you. He married you.

And I remember when I met him.

It was so clear that he was the only one for me.

We both knew right away.

"You know, I don't dare to say 'forever', that's such a big, powerful word. But shall we try to make eternity ours? As long our eternity would be..?", you wisper and exhale with a trembling breath.

Taehyung's tender caresses let you get closer and closer to your high. Your husband seems no different, his thrusts from below gets increasingly uncoordinated.

"Yes Baby. As long our own eternity would be. Come, let's explore the endlessly sky, I wanna see you float, Darling...", breathes Taehyung with a trembling voice as he paints your walls white and sends you with small circles of his thumb over your clit also over the edge.

He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew him

When he walked in every woman's head turned.

Everyone stood up to talk to him.

He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself.

And I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

And I still love him, I love him.

Jungkook

Heaven by Julia Michaels

Giggling, you try to get in the car, which has been parked at the roadside, on the side where the passenger seat is without breaking your neck because of your vertiginously high Heels.

Jungkook stands behind you and takes care that you really don't hurt yourself and that nobody sees more of your ass (even when he likes to call it his ass) than your whole Outfit already exposes with this damn short and skin-thight cocktail dress you choose for Namjoon's Birthday Party.

You bend into the car and try to get into it while you perform awkward contortions and then you feel Jungkook's hand grab the hem of your dress and move it back into an appropriate position.

That's exactly what makes you giggle even more and you wiggle with your ass provocatively so that the hem of your dress, which has just pulled down twenty secondes ago, slides up again.

"Kookie, are you jealous that someone else could see my nice ass?~"

You're slurring right now and can't get out of all of your giggling.

You are a little bit drunk right now. Maybe a little bit more than just a little bit. And in such a state Jungkook has to admit that you're actually a bit tiring.

Jungkook sighs and gives you a gentle but still reprimand slap on your ass cheeks.

"Come on, Baby. We should get home, you should get into bed really quickly and grab a good night's sleep."

"Koookieeee! Don't be mad at me!"

"I'm not mad, Love. But please, just get finally into the car and sit yourself down on your really nice ass. Jackson already looks at me quizzically from the terrace and seems to wonder, why you've been sticking your butt up in the air like that for five minutes already!"

After another five minutes of Jungkook coaxing you, you finally crawled onto the passenger seat and Jungkook was able to get behind the steering wheel and drive you both home.

The digital clock on the dashboard jumps from 02:29 a.m. to 02:30 a.m. It's hard to believe but at this time in a Sunday morning, even in the normally for 24/7 pulsating city, there is some silent peace laid over Seoul and only a few cars are on the road right now.

You had decided last night, just before you two left for Namjoon's Party, that this time Jungkook would play the chauffeur for both of you. So unfortunately he has to stay sober. And that's exactly what you took as a reason to drink a little more than is actually good for you.

After all, you have to drink "for two" and you just drank every shot that are offered to Jungkook in his place.

When you're drunk you laugh and giggle a lot more than usual (well... in your drunken state you laugh about literally everything) and you always get red cheeks which are incredibly adorable. But you also become very talkative and Jungkook just hopes that not all party guests knows your sex life inside out now.

At this moment you try to connect your phone to the car radio via Bluetooth and apparently you can operate the somewhat complicated technology correctly despite the increased alcohol level, because shortly afterwards the first beats of Julia Michaels "Heaven" comes out of the car's speakers.

You start singing one of your favourite songs with a smile on your face, showing no shame, although you usually don't like singing in Kookie's presence, because next to Jungkook's angelic voice you feel like a cat that has been stepped on her tail too often.

Hearing you singing so freely and lightheartedly now, on Jungkook's lips manifests a smile too, even when you certainly don't hit every note correctly.

He tries to look at you as often as possible, but he should keep his eyes on the road to advoid causing an accident.

But he finds it hard when he notice in the corner of his eye how you keep giving him seductive looks during the refrain. Especially when you bring "But bad boys bring heaven to you..." over your lips with a provocative smirk.

A week ago you told him why you like this song so much. In your opinion it describes him pretty well and with these words you gave Kookie a meaningful smile.

No need to imagine

'Cause I know it's true

They say "all good boys go to heaven"

But bad boys bring heaven to you

It's automatic

It's just what they do

They say "all good boys go to heaven"

But bad boys bring heaven to you

At first he seems like a good, decent guy but in reality he's such a naughty and kinky boy! You know it as well as Julia, bad boys bring heaven to you!

Oh yes, that's so true. You've seen Jungkook behind closed bedroom doors. You don't have to be a good girl to get to heaven, Jungkook brings the heaven to you. Either with his fingers, his tongue or best of all, with his thick cock!

At that thought your cheeks blush a little bit more and because of the alcohol and the now absolutely unbearable sexual desire between your thighs you can't get a clear... or even better a decent thought anymore.

Before you can think about any consequences, you spread your legs and let the dress ride up to your hips. You lay your head back against the headrest of your seat and a little moan comes over your lips when you finally let your index and middle finger circle around your clit.

Finally, some satisfaction.

What Jungkook didn't know... well, until now, that you were a naughty little girl and only wore a string ouvert under your dress.

You wanted to feel this kick of being a dirty girlfriend, just the thought that you could have been caught by one of Jungkook's friends made you so horny and wet. ...and what would he have done to you, his filthy Babygirl?

Well, now he knows it anyway.

He looks at you in completely disbelief as you shamelessly start fingering yourself next to him in the passenger seat and he realizes that you worn this damn thong (that covers literally nothing!) overly all night long.

An angry huff leaves your boyfriend who bends without warning with the car sharply onto an abandoned parking space of a supermarket and brings the car to halt.

A surprised squeak comes from your lips and you look to Jungkook in confusion, who is just about to pull the handbrake with a grimly expression on his face and switch off the engine.

"You don't seem to want it any other way, you little brat!"

"What do you mean, Kookie?", you ask him completely unsuspectingly and seemingly unaware of any guilt.

"I promised you that I wouldn't have sex with you when you were drunk. Especially when you've had so much to drink that you surely can't remember some of the things you did that night before. I am a gentleman, really. And I actually keep my promises. Always. But you can't do this next to me! You can't just sit here next to me, playing with your pretty little fingers on your wet pussy like that and presenting to me, that you have been wearing a thong ouvert all night! Apparently you did all of this on purpose. You're such a dirty girl! I think I should stuff your greedy hole with my cock and fuck you so hard until you definitely remember not to do that again!"

With these words Jungkook gets out of the drivers seat, goes around the car and opens the passenger seat door. Then he unbuckles your seat belt and lets your backrest sink back as far as possible.

Utimately he unbuckles the belt of his dress pants. A happy smile spread over your face.

"You got me."

Now a devilish smirk forms on Jungkooks lips.

"Even a gentleman could bring heaven to you..."

Love's my religion but he was my faith

Something so sacred so hard to replace

Fallin' for him was like fallin' from grace

All wrapped in one, he was so many sins

Would have done anything, everything for him

And if you ask me I would do it again

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"Oh fuck...", you groan with a twisted face, as you drag yourself into the living room with your blanket over your shoulders. It's around 01:00 p.m. on Sunday's noon.

There's Jungkook, sitting on the couch and and try to memorize the lyrics for the next song.

"Hey Baby, how's the hangover?", he asks amusedly and shake his head at the sight of you.

"No, the headaches and stuff aren't the worst, but you've pretty much wrecked my pussy. I can barely walk straight... but the sex was worth it!"

"So you remember the most important thing of the last night?"

"Yes. I remember everything. I told all of Got7 yesterday which sex toys are the best and which of them they should buy for their girlfriends..."

"Oh God, please no... If Jackson heard all of this, he must have told Namjoon and so Jin will know it now too. And then he'll tease me if I'm not able to satisfy my girlfriend properly... they are such gossip girls!"

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woodstockbtswriter · 4 years

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Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (Female)

Word Count: 3K

Summary: When you need a date to a major event, your friend Hoseok volunteers, but as the big night unfolds, you start to realize that you might just want to be more than friends.

Author’s Note: I’ve had this story in my back pocket for a while now. I started writing it right after the MV for Ego came out, and it’s based on my feelings about J-Hope. I should probably preface this by saying I’m a pretty new ARMY, but before the video, I didn’t understand why so many people biased him (and I especially didn’t understand why the whole Dom!Hoseok thing was such a popular concept). I thought he was a sweet ball of sunshine, but I felt no attraction to him. Then after just one viewing of Ego - I got it. That first glimpse of him behind the wheel of a car piqued my interest, then the shot in the GIF above sealed the deal (what can I say, I’m a sucker for a good suit). So anyway, all I’m trying to say is that Jung Hoseok is a Daddy, and I now stan. 😄 Hope you enjoy this story!

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“This is a big deal, noona! You have to go!” Hoseok exclaimed, turning the invitation over in his hands.

You knew he was right. You were a small fish in the big pond of the global corporation you were employed with, but you’d worked hard for years and were finally going to be recognized for your achievements at the company’s annual awards gala. This was an opportunity you shouldn’t pass up.

“I know, I want to, it’s just...” You hesitated, and Hoseok looked up, waiting for your objection. “This is the kind of thing you have to bring a date to,” You explained, feeling a tiny bit embarrassed, “And I don’t have anyone to go with me.”

A look passed across Hoseok’s face, as though he didn’t understand why that should be a problem. He then perked up, responding enthusiastically.

“I’ll go with you!” He declared, his smile brightening.

“What?” You asked, unable to mask your surprise.

Hoseok sat up straighter, his exuberance growing.

“I’ll go with you! I’ll have to move a few things around, but I can make it work.”

A smile slowly spread across your face while a comforting warmth blossomed in your chest.

“You would do that for me?” You asked Hoseok.

“Of course!” He beamed, like his response should have been obvious.

You shook your head, though your smile didn’t leave you.

“No, Hobi, I couldn’t let you to do that. That’s so sweet of you to offer and I really appreciate it, but-”

“It’s no problem!” Hoseok insisted, cutting you off. “You’re my friend, and I want to help you.”

You bit your lip. You tried to picture yourself at the party, with Hoseok’s arm around your waist. The image in your mind was lit by a barrage of camera flashes.

“There’s going to be press there, Hoseok. We’ll be photographed together if you go with me.”

Hoseok’s smile faded into a thoughtful expression, his dimples showing as he pursed his lips. Clearly, he hadn’t considered that. After a moment’s contemplation, he shrugged.

“We’re friends, noona. That’s not a secret. The world already knows you spend time with all of us. Why shouldn’t we go somewhere as friends?”

You were quick to respond.

“They’ll say we’re dating. You know they will.”

Hoseok was unfazed, shrugging again.

“So what? I don’t care, and neither should you. Noona, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. I’m not going to let you miss it just because you’re worried about what people will think.”

You sighed. Your resolve was weakening and you were running out of excuses.

“I don’t have anything to wear.” You tried. “It’s a formal event. The dress code is black-tie.”

A huge grin broke across Hoseok’s face as he replied.

“Then we’re just gonna have to go shopping!” He practically sang.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, okay! You win.” You acquiesced. “We’ll go.”

“Yes!” Hoseok clapped in excitement.

You smiled appreciatively at him, the comfortable warmth rising up in your chest again.

“Thank you, Hoseok.” You said, placing an affectionate hand on his arm. “Really, thank you. This means a lot to me.”

Hoseok wrapped his own hand around yours, squeezing gently.

“Of course, noona.” He smiled warmly. “You know I’m always here for you, yeah?”

You felt your stomach flutter.

You were friends with all the boys collectively, but you and Hoseok had never really spent any one-on-one time together. You’d always liked him, had always known he was kind and enjoyed his friendly demeanor, but you weren’t particularly close to him. The only reason you were having this conversation now was because he was the first one to arrive for dance practice today and you couldn’t wait any longer to share your news with someone.

But as you looked into Hoseok’s eyes, full of light and life, feeling the sincerity exuding from him, you realized he was exactly the kind of person you wanted to accompany you, and you knew that you were definitely going to enjoy getting to know him better.

“I think I’m starting to see that.” You told him as you slowly returned his smile, already feeling much closer to him.

You examined yourself in the dressing room mirror. It wasn’t even noon yet and you’d already tried on dozens of dresses at several different stores. One thing you could say for sure about Hoseok, the boy could shop. He’d helped you find some beautiful gowns, but none of them had been just right. This one already looked like another “no”.

“Noona?” Hoseok’s voice called from the other side of the dressing room door. “Are you dressed? Can I see?”

You sighed and pulled the door open, standing dejectedly in the doorway.

Hoseok could immediately tell you weren’t pleased.

“Oh,” He exhaled, taking it all in, “Yeah, I see.”

“Maybe yellow wasn’t the right choice.” You said, running your hands down the front of the satin dress. It had looked amazing on the mannequin, bold and chic, but after trying it on, you realized the color was all wrong for your skin tone.

“It’s okay, noona, we have plenty more choices.” Hoseok encouraged you.

Your shoulders sagged.

“Hobi...” You couldn’t help but whine. “I don’t want to try on any more dresses. I’m tired and hungry and nothing looks good on me and I just want to go. Let’s just face it, we’re not going to find anything today.”

Hoseok’s expression softened.

“Noona,” He said gently, “You know it’s not you, it’s the dresses, yeah? You are beautiful. We just have to find the right dress to accentuate your beauty.”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better.” You pouted.

“Tell you what, just try on one more for me, and if you don’t love it, I’ll buy you lunch.”

“Okay,” You sighed. “One more.”

Hoseok looked up from his phone when you stepped out of the dressing room a few minutes later wearing his latest dress choice, and his eyes noticeably widened when he saw you. His mouth fell open, his phone almost slipping from his fingers as his gaze swept up your full length, taking in every detail from your toes to your face and in-between.

Your cheeks felt suddenly warm as he looked at you. You swung the skirt a little, making it swish around your hips.

“What do you think?” You asked, anxious to hear his honest opinion.

His response was to mutter something in Korean that you were pretty sure was a swear word.

“Is that good or bad?” You chuckled.

“Good!” Hoseok assured, a broad grin lighting up his face. “Very good.”

You smiled back at him, then turned toward the full-length mirror. The brighter light outside the dressing rooms made the dress shimmer even more, and it was easy to see that the champagne color complemented your skin tone and hair color perfectly. You smoothed your hands over the dress, admiring how it fit your body. It hung just right, flattering every curve, and the neckline revealed just enough to be elegantly sexy. You could easily imagine yourself strutting into the party full of confidence in this dress.

Hoseok’s face appeared in the mirror just behind you, looking over your shoulder. His dark eyes shone with admiration and approval, and you realized you could easily imagine him next to you at the party, too.

“You look stunning, noona.” He said. “Like, so gorgeous. I mean, you’re always beautiful, but this is like, next-level beautiful.”

You grinned in appreciation.

“Thanks, Hobi. I think you picked a real winner.”

“Definitely.” He agreed. “I think we’re all done here. Now we just need to find matching shoes, and jewelry...”

He trailed off when he saw your face change. While he spoke, you had looked at the price tag on the dress.

“What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip. You knew it was too good to be true.

“This dress costs more than I make in a month.” You explained, your shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry, Hoseok. You picked an amazing dress, but I can’t afford it. We’re going to have to find something else.”

Hoseok just laughed, waving his hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about it! I’m buying.”

“What?” You balked. “No! I can’t let you do that!”

Hoseok smiled gently, taking both of your hands in his.

“I’m buying this dress for you, noona.” His voice was kind, but firm. “And all the accessories. It’s not up for discussion. I want this to be one of the most memorable nights of your life, because you deserve it. Do you understand?”

The intensity of his gaze nearly gave you a chill. You’d never seen this side of him before. But you kind of liked it.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, giving him a smirk.

“Good girl.” He grinned, patting the back of your hand. “Now, let’s go get some lunch before we hit the shoe store.”

A few weeks later, you found yourself once again staring into a mirror while Hoseok waited patiently on the other side of the door. This time though, you weren’t in the changing room of a dress shop, you were in one of the fancy ladies’ rooms of a massive five-star hotel. You could hear the muted sounds of the live band and the hundreds of guests mingling as your company’s gala was in full swing just beyond the hallway. Only moments before, you and Hoseok had been out on the dance floor in the extravagant event hall, swaying together amongst many other couples. That is, until you had politely excused yourself. You’d needed a second to collect your thoughts.

In all your preparations for this night, you had never actually considered your date with Hoseok to be... well, a date. He was just helping you out, doing you a favor. As a friend. And that’s all you considered him. He was just your friend.

But when he showed up at your door earlier this evening, wearing an expertly-tailored and obviously very expensive suit, with his hair parted to expose his forehead, your gut reaction was not merely friendly.

In all honesty, the phrase “full-course meal” had immediately come into your mind.

Then he gave you a smile that held all the radiance of the sun, causing an equally wide grin to spread across your face as he reached for your hand. He spun you around slowly, appreciating your final look, complete with styled hair, polished makeup, and the accessories he helped choose.

“Look at you!” He effused. “You’re going to knock them out tonight, noona!”

His praise was not unusual, he was a known hype-man and he always had nothing but nice things to say about you, but something about the way his eyes sparkled and the way he didn’t let go of your hand after he spun you made his words more affective. A familiar feeling fluttered to life within you.

From then on and throughout the rest of the night, Hoseok had been a perfect gentleman and a model date.

He’d held the car door open for you, and driven safely to the event venue, chatting easily and happily all along the way (while looking remarkably attractive lounging in the driver’s seat, his long fingers caressing the steering wheel).

When you arrived downtown, he’d ushered you through the crowds outside the hotel, your arm securely linked through his, then posed comfortably with you in front of the photographers, his arm tightly around your waist and his expression smoldering.

Once inside, you’d introduced him to your colleagues, and he was charming and gracious, complimenting you profusely.

When you sat down to dinner, he held out your chair for you, engaged you in entertaining conversation throughout the meal, and even made a toast in your honor.

The awards were presented after dinner, and Hoseok cheered louder than anyone when you went up onstage to receive yours. He then listened attentively with his face glowing with pride as you gave a small acceptance speech, and wrapped you in the tightest hug when you returned to your seat.

When the awards ceremony concluded and the band started playing an upbeat song, he immediately led you out onto the dance floor, expertly twirling you around.

And throughout it all, with every little thing that Hoseok did, you felt your attraction to him (something that was virtually nonexistent before tonight) grow and grow.

Until finally, after a few lively numbers, the band slowed their tempo down, and a soft melody floated through the room. Hoseok’s smile, which had been broad all evening, softened as he pulled you in close, holding you cheek-to-cheek, one hand keeping yours against his chest, the other on your back. You clung together wordlessly for several moments, spinning around slowly, your heart thrumming inside your ribs.

Then Hoseok leaned back, looking you in the eyes.

“I’m so proud of you, noona,” He spoke softly. “You know that, yeah?”

You nodded, captivated by his gaze, and he lifted a hand to your face, gently brushing his fingers along your jawline. His face seemed to hover closer as he touched yours.

And that was when you had pulled away, and escaped to the privacy of the ladies’ room.

You squared with your reflection in the mirror, and decided to be honest with yourself. It had been building up to this all night, and now there was no use denying it: You had feelings for Hoseok. Strong feelings. And they were most certainly not platonic. You weren’t sure if he was feeling the same way, but you were sure that if you didn’t tell him what was in your heart, it was likely to burst.

So with a quick touchup of your makeup and a comb of your fingers through your hair, you straightened your dress and marched purposefully out of the restroom.

“Everything all right?” Hoseok asked when he caught sight of you, concern plain on his handsome face. Subconsciously, you wondered how the elegance of the long angles of his face had escaped your notice until tonight.

“Everything’s fine.” You reassured him. “But there’s something I want to tell you.”

His eyebrows pulled together pensively, but he waited for you to continue.

“I want you to know how much it means to me that you came with me tonight. You’ve been the best date a girl could ask for. Even though this isn’t a date date, but I guess that’s what I want to say...”

You looked up at Hoseok, taking a deep breath, attempting to slow the pounding of your pulse. His kind expression gave you the encouragement you needed.

“Hoseok,” You were choosing your words carefully, “What would you say if I told you... I find myself wishing... that this were a real date right now?”

He let out a small chuckle, his dimples showing.

“Noona...” Hoseok breathed, amusement plain in his tone as he stepped closer to you, his hands lifting to cup your face, “I know we agreed to come as friends, but this was always a real date to me.”

Then before you could react and with a smile still on his face, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

The smooth and gentle pressure of his warm mouth, the sure touch of his fingers on your skin, the heady scent of his cologne, and the lean firmness of his body all combined to give you butterflies and fireworks unlike anything you’d ever experienced before.

Hoseok’s kiss was soft, but full of passion. You could feel how much he meant what he said, and it made your legs feel weak.

“But if you like,” He spoke, pulling away just far enough to look at you, your face still in his hands, “We can be more formal about this. I could officially ask you out, if you want. Just so there’s no confusion.”

He was teasing, but you didn’t think it sounded like a bad idea.

“I would like that, actually.” You told him, smiling sweetly up at him.

Hoseok grinned, dropping his hands to grasp both of yours.

“Noona,” He said, pressing a quick kiss to your fingers, “Would you go out with me?”

“Yes. Tonight, and any time you want.” You answered him, sure your smile now rivaled his in conveying the brightness of the sun.

“Mmm,” Hoseok pretended to give it some thought, “How about every night? And every day. And all the time. How does that sound?”

It sounded amazing. You thought your heart might just soar away, carrying you with it.

“That sounds like you want me to be your girlfriend.” You replied.

Hoseok nodded, squeezing your hands, his grin not diminishing.

“What do you say?”

You slipped your hands from his grasp, running your fingers up his suit coat, gently grabbing the lapels and pulling him down to you.

“I say you’ve truly succeeded in making this one of the most memorable nights of my life.”

As soon as your words left you, you took his mouth with yours again, kissing his pretty lips with all the fervor you possessed. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you against his chest, and returned your kiss with enthusiasm, sweeping his tongue across your lips. Then just as you were about yield your mouth open to him, he leaned back again.

“So I was thinking,” He said, his breath hot on your flushed lips, “If the photos from tonight start rumors that we’re dating, I guess it won’t be such a big deal after all.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” You shrugged, then tugged again on his jacket. “But we can talk about that later. Right now, I just want to keep kissing you.”

Hoseok smirked at your response, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, pinning your hips to his.

“Yes, jagi.” He murmured into your mouth, capturing your lips once again, and you melted into his embrace. Deepening the kiss, he tilted your head back, and as you savored the feeling of being happier than you’d ever been, any thoughts about returning to the party completely fled your mind.

#bts #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts fanfiction #jung hoseok #hoseok imagine #hoseok x reader #bts jhope #jhope #bts drabble #bts one shot #bts fic #bts fluff

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haus-of-wu · 4 years

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First Impressions and Speculations: 악몽 (Ticky Tocky) & Shadow (赤霞) Highlight Reel

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악몽 (Ticky Tocky)

I really loved the instrumental, which was used with the Shadow version album/photo teaser. It’s SJ’s first dive into trap, which should prove to be interesting.

I love how the verses sound, but I’m gonna say upfront that I’m not a huge fan of the chorus lyrics. It’s literally onomatopoeia/noise. (Boom Clap Clap Clap could literally be any other four syllable phrase, why are we adding backing word sounds when the chorus literally singsongs Ticky Tocky)

HOWEVER, I am interested in what the rest of the verses actually mean, because a quick translation of the hangul title gives you Nightmare (恶梦 for fellow fans that can read some Chinese). I’m crossing fingers for some sort of pre-release MV of this (animated, random stuff cut together, something, anything).

Random tidbit (mayhaps a stretch), but the rhythm of the ending percussion in the Shadow version album teasers sounds suspiciously similar to “Hickory Dickory Dock”. Which may explain the Tick(y) Tock(y). Ah yes, we’re hitting the Time concept on the head here.

HENCE, I’m predicting some serious and/or dark content (that probably throws a good amount of shade at fake ELFs) depicting how SJ feels after almost 15 years in the industry.

Here are my guesses of the potential themes/lines, based on the vibe of the instrumental, the meaning of the Korean title, the tidbits of English in the lyrics that have been revealed so far, and despite knowing how to read pretty much no Korean:

General theme might be about how becoming an idol was their dream, but every dream has its dark side (nightmare), aka all the shit they’ve gone through

Ticky Tocky probably refers to either haters calling SJ old, or them feeling like the clock is constantly ticking and nagging them that time (youth) is running out

“Yes it’s love” might be something sarcastic! Like shade on ELFs who say they’ll love SJ forever and then wanted to kick Sungmin out !! Or just shade on any fan that’s against them and their dongsaengs having romantic relationships Like yeah I would totally trust Ryeowook to sing the shadiest line ever

XOXO - I can’t help but read this in the shady Gossip Girl way aka thanks for nothing you rumor-spreading fiends

“With you stay forever” - either this is SJ’s call out to ELFs saying they’re willing to endure all of this for us, or once again sniping fake ELFs for making promises they didn’t keep

TLDR is I want a dark fantasy animated MV with SJ members trying to escape from a forest (read: fandom) that has become poisoned and evil (don’t mind me, i just want a new shade song bc it’s been almost 6 years since the boss that is mamacita)

WATCH ME BE TOTALLY WRONG IN A WEEK

Shadow (赤霞)

They fuckin’ played us!! The instrumental for the Bright version teaser was actually Shadow !!

The hecking Chinese character translations are giving me “cabernet savignon” - If I break the characters into individual translations, it doesn’t make any more sense. If I try to translate this as kanji from Japanese, you get “red haze”. If you google “red haze” you end up with a strain of weed, so that’s probably not it. We’ll just go with the wine concept then.

I am totally out here for more upbeat dance hall music. Something about the tune gives me a party Maroon 5 vibe. (It’s probably all the high pitched Youuu’s)

Upon another listen, I’m realizing that this one has clock noises during the quieter/cleaner verse section. They’re really committed to making sure they’ve hammered the Timeslip/line/less concept into you.

This track so far has a great mix of soulful vocal verses, chill rap bars, and a bass drop / chorus that you can’t help grooving to. I already liked the track when it came out with the Bright teaser, but now I love it.

More speculations/observations:

“Shadows like you” - maybe ELFs are the supportive shadows, in the sense that we follow them diligently

The D&E not-bridge before the slow verse that’s before the chorus (what are words): the E/D/E/D/E/D line distribution is so on-brand for the D&E sound. Eunhyuk throwing in an upbeat rap line, Donghae interjecting with “This way, this way, okay”, another rap line, another injection, Eunhyuk sings, Donghae closes up that verse.

“This way, this way, okay” / “Walk this way” = keep on following us ? (Leeteuk always says poetic bullshit about walking the flower path together with ELFs, so this is probably that line)

don’t even get me started on the 2YA2YAO MV teaser, i literally wasn’t expecting to get hit with more content after i finished work today

#super junior #kpop #leeteuk #heechul #yesung #shindong #eunhyuk #siwon #donghae #ryeowook #kyuhyun #sm entertainment #kylie rates kpop things #am i seriously starting to become a kpop thoughts blog? who knows #kylie speaks #elf

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[FULL] 10 _ OUR SONGS (The last team in the rankings (5th) will be leaving the show :’()

+ DDR and Cart Racing. Too cute. Shen Shen.

10:56 - MC: Qi-ge, you’re such a cool guy, and you love racing. Why did you let Yuning race, instead of doing it yourself? RXQ: I know YN’s skills. Another thing is that everyone knows that I love racing. For me to win, is obvious. Losing would lose me too much face. So, I thought it would be better to let YN do it. LYN: Qi-ge saw that I really wanted to play, so he let me do it. MC: Let me tell you, through the whole course, the fastest in speed was actually XZ. But the trophy goes to LYN.

Zhou Huajian x Jiang Yiqiao - 阴天 (Yin Tian)

22:40 - MC: I think we can all completely understand how FYQ lost at DDR, being his first time playing. What happened to you while racing? A: There were really very skilled people there. HJ-dage is too awesome. ZhanZhan- skilled. Yuning. They drove so well that I couldn’t even see them, and I was driving fast enough. MC: I notice there’s one person you haven’t mentioned- Zhou Shen. A: ShenShen and I were side by side. He was behind me. ZS: He speaks too highly of me. I was on a different playing field completely. ZHJ: Can I say this? A: Say? ZS: ?? ZHJ: Zhou Shen drove in the opposite direction.

[ShenShen trying to learn the route from Yuning] 24:10 - LYN: There’s only one way. ZS: There’s only one? LYN: Just don’t go on the grass and you’ll be fine. There’s only one way. ZS: Everyone, please be careful! If you see me on the road, please make way!! – A: Sometimes you can see a person-less cart roaming around. ZS: That is to say, all you could see of me was the helmet. HL: Don’t go driving out on the street like that. ZS: I won’t. I won’t even drive a car.

Fei Yuqing x Ayanga - 卷珠帘 (Juan Zu Lian) x 凤凰于飞 (Feng Huang Yu Fei)

26:51 - RXQ: Wow, they have a qin?! 26:59 - ZS: We don’t have anything. HL: We have dry ice!

34:28 - MC: The first two groups were already so amazing. The third group- to sing after these two amazing seniors… (how do you feel?) XZ: I’m just very nervous. Because the first two groups were too good x3 MC: You have to know. Na-jie told me she was definitely coming back. XZ: /mental breakdown/ XZ: OK! She will. She will.

Angela Chang x Xiao Zhan - 呐喊 (Na Han | Shout)

35:46 - MC: I wonder if the other teams feel like this is unfair. Other Teams: ?? Zhan: ! MC: Because it feels like there are three people on Na-Zhan Team (instead of two). There’s someone behind the scenes always giving them input! ZHJ: Yes, yes, yes. How about we cut them by 50 points? MC: First cut 50 points off? XD XZ: !! 🙏 (have mercy)

37:14 - XZ: People’s impression of me, they always say I’m 文质彬彬 (elegant and simple, elegant and polite). I sing very lyrical songs. But really I.. I do have a different heart. So I’m very thankful that Angela-laoshi is here, and is willing to help me perform different things. I’m pretty happy. A: /looks at Zhan Zhan/ XZ: /looks back/ Really! A: Thank you.

42:14 - MC: Are you feeling satisfied? A: I’m feeling pretty smug. XZ: Yeah. MC: XZ. This is the first time I’ve seen your veins bursting out. XZ: LOL MC: This song is actually quite difficult. XZ: Yes. To me, there was some difficulty. MC: Then why did you decide to take on this challenge? XZ: Because I really like this song. When I… was still in my youth… /Angela elbows him/ I remember this song was about a small girl who was shouting out the things in her heart, wanting to grow up. She wanted to be accepted by the world and didn’t want to be pushed down by insignificant things. When I heard the new arrangement, I thought “Wow”. This girl has already grown up and she has her own views of the world now. She made her own breakthrough. This song is meaningful not only to Angela-laoshi, but also to me. I really want to breakthrough and shout out what’s in my heart.

43:14 - MC: Throughout this whole program I’ve found that two people always sing along. One is Yuning, the other is Zhou Shen. LYN: I’m shocked. The reason I was singing along was actually because I was warming up- it’s my turn soon. A/XZ: LOL MC: ZS, you’re not also warming up, are you? ZS: Uh…this is. Uh. That is- when I was- Also… XZ: In your youth! ZS: In my youth I would also regularly listen to this song. So I was brought back to that time.

44:08 - MC: Qi-ge, you’re very calm. RXQ: I’m here to savor in the musical feast! I was shocked because XZ looks like he’s very 斯文秀气 (handsome and delicate) but when he was singing “Shout” his explosive force- I thought I was seeing a solitary prince going to rescue his princess. In this distant kingdom, song coming from all sides, he bravely pulled his sword and went forth. I saw this sort of image. XZ: Thank you Qi-ge. Thank you.

Ren Xianqi x Liu Yuning - 天涯 (Tian Ya | Horizon)

53:13 - MC: This is Qi-ge’s “TianYa”, right? I’d like to take the opportunity to let everyone know of the background behind this song. The composer of this song is a well known Japanese singer-songwriter Miyuki Nakajima. RXQ: Yes. MC: When I was looking up this information I found out that this song she made especially for you. RXQ: Yes, she wrote it for me. I had done a cover of 伤心太平洋 (Shang Xin Tai Ping Yang) before. I made an MV, and I sent it to her. She really liked it and ended up sending me a song. That song was 天涯. Hacken Lee x Zhou Shen - 天下有情人 (Tian Xia You Qing Ren) [1:01:22 - XZ’s reaction to the song. Same. OMG. Zhou Shen’s an angel.]

1:05:30 - ZHJ: First off, I’d really like to thank the two of you, from the bottom of my heart. No matter what product, what song, it needs a good singer to give it life. I had always thought that the collaboration between me and Qi Yu would be invincible. I really want to thank you for giving this song new life. Thank you, thank you. ZHJ: I also want to sincerely tell everyone… please don’t forget about us. We are- JYQ: Number 1. Yin Tian.

1:04:43 - RXQ: I always thought in my heart that Zhou Shen was like Peter Pan. LKQ: You mean his physical stature is like Peter Pan? ZS: OTL RXQ: His music has a pure (newborn) quality. His voice has the power to uplift you. Their voices together- still gives me same thought- a match made in heaven. Amazing.

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1:07:17 - MC: After today’s performance, Angela will be leaving us. Do you feel unwilling? These performances really are very wonderful. A: Of course. I really want to thank everyone on stage with me today. I think- with my collaboration this time, singing together with Xiao Zhan- I really feel that he is a very polite chi-child… Also meeting these seniors, and getting to know them more in-depth, I understand that these are very exemplary models. Not matter whether it is about professionalism on stage, or even off-stage, every one is very kind. This could be my last time playing with everyone this week. Thank you all.

+ Special Collab Stage: Fei Yuqing x Zhou Huajian + LMAO. Peanut oil CF

1:16:52 - XZ: /receives the envelope/ Thank you. /turns around and hands it to Angela/ Here. A: Hehe. You’re so cute. XZ: I’m a little nervous. A: Do you want me to open it? XZ: Ahh, I don’t want to see it. A: Oh. I saw some words. A: … XZ: Tell me. Does it say we’re out. No way… A: OH. XZ: AH?? A: … XZ: What sort of reaction is that? /can’t stand it anymore and looks/ A: I’m gonna say it! My Dearest Na–Zhan Team… Congratulations on ranking third place. We look forward to your next performance!

1 - Fei Yuqing x Ayanga 2 - Hacken Lee x Zhou Shen (lol @ Hacken’s “YAYYYYYY”) 3 - Na Ying | Angela x Xiao Zhan 4 - Zhou Huajian x Jiang Yiqiao 5 - Ren Xianqi x Liu Yuning ( OH NOOOO :’( )

1:26:16 - ZHJ: It really looks like they’re stepping on cockroaches. XZ: LOL

#我們的歌 #OH NO #LIU YUNING MY SON #our song #meowmao works

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cannedapricot · 6 years

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Road Trip with! NCT Dream

the album,,,,,,, the mv,,,,,, i’m soft don’t touch me,,,,,,,,,,,, here’s a road trip au based on their mv to let my uwus out. also this gif makes me hella emo

hello

so i know school has started in most countries

but for this au, pretend that you’re still on summer vacation!!

aka what i wish i was on rn ugh

anyways!!

high schoolers! dream!!!

except-

mark’s already graduated high school

and will head off to his uni after the summer ends

then donghyuck, jeno, jaemin and renjun’s gonna graduate before next year summer

which really means

that it’s gonna be the last summer of your crew as high schoolers

this thought didn’t really go through your head until a week before school starts

when the 00 line fucking shows up at your door with their bags already packed

and bright smiles

you’re just like-

????when did we agree on a sleepover????

“hEY YOU UP FOR A ROAD TRIP TO COMMEMORATE OUR LAST SUMMER AS HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS?”

“uh-”

“come on, dear y/n, it’s not like you were planning on doing anything else”

you eyes narrow

becaUSE DID THEY JUST ASSUME YOU HAD NOTHING TO DO

i mean,,,, they’re right tho,,,,, all you’ve done all summer is laze at home because it’s way too hot outside,,,,,,,,but,,,,,,,,,,,,

“can,,,,, you even drive tho”

“hahHAHAHAHAHAH DONGHYUCK? DRIVE?”

“i even don’t trust him with my fish what makes you think i trust him with the wheel”

“okAY JUST BECAUSE I FAILED MY DRIVING TEST TWICE DOESN’T MEAN YOU GUYS CAN BULLY ME”

fuck no one’s sane here

but what’d you really expect from two jocks and two art geeks

the same jocks and geeks that pushed you back into your own home and watched as you packed

wipes away tear

“why am i always forced to do dumb shit with you guys”

“whAT DO YOU MEAN????”

and so you were pushed out the door after having a word with your parents

who only agreed to let you go cause they deemed renjun trust worthy

because he’s the only one who at least acts normal around your parents

“whoSE CAR ARE WE EVEN U S I N G- oh”

right on the curb parked mark’s old and stuttering blue car.

on which he sat in the driver’s seat, trying to get the old thing to play music

“are you sure we’re not gonna die”

“nope, but it’s the only car we have available”

jeno whispered in response, throwing your bag in the trunk

“ah, y/n, i see you’ve been successfully dragged into hyuck’s dumb idea”

donghyuck climbs into the passenger seat next to mark,

flipping his friend off in the proccess

“you are all here because we are all friends and we love each other”

you, being squashed in the back seat:

“no - not really”

“wtf jaemin there’s another row of seats in the back stOP TRYING TO PUSH ME OUT”

“BUT I WANNA SIT WITH Y/N????”

“fucking donghyuck”

“WHY ME???? WHAT HAVE I DONE????”

wow great start to your trip 10/10

picking up chenle and jisung literally took five seconds

they lived next to each to each other

and it only took one excited nod from chenle for jisung to tag along

and that’s the story of how you ending up being in a shotty blue car with seven teenage boys

miles from home on an empty ass road

screaming the lyrics to micheal jackson songs into the heat (thanks to dj haechan)

at least mark got the speakers to work again

“wherE ARE WE EVEN GOING???”

“IDK LOL”

“WAIT WHATTHEFUCJ-”

at one point, jisung and chenle at the back decided to sit up onto the car, with their legs on their seats

“I’M PRETTY SURE THAT’S ILLEGAL AND DANGEROUS”

“yOlO!!1!1!!!1”

“how the fuck do i disown them”

“push them off”

everything was going swimmingly

until the car breaks down in the middle of the road

“i knew this was gonna happen sighs”

mark then jumps out to check the hood

then immediately notices something wrong rip

“hyuck, pass me the box in the glove box.”

“you’re prepared???? does this happen often or????”

so mark tries to fix the car in the blistering heat with renjun nagging beside him, holding an umbrella to hide the two of them from the sun

whilst the rest of you start playing uno on the back of the car

multiple times, not once, buT MULTIPLE TIMES

CHENLE HAS LOOKED AT YOUR CARDS

HE’S DOESN’T EVEN TRY DEFEND HIMSELF WHEN YOU POINT IT OUT

WHAT A LITTLE SNAKE

“FOR FUCKS SAKE ZHONG CHENLE IF U DON’T STOP I SWEAR-”

jisung won every round

which made the rest of you bond trying to break his win streak

“jeno do you have a plus four to screw him up with”

“i only have a green plus two if that helps”

and that kinda goes on until mark lee emerges from behind the raised hood, telling y’all to give the car a push

“yeah just a second, jisung’s finally losing-”

“hA YOU THOUGHT”

THROWS DOWN FIVE NINES

INFURIATING

everyone grumbles as they hop off and start pushing

“lets just put our rage into pushing this stupid car”

which ends up moving easier than y’all thought it would

so the seven of you stumble a little when the car started moving by itself

mark nearly drove away himself lmao

made the group of you chase after the car for a moment lmAO

you wished he did drive off though because the second the car starting moving with everyone back on,

he yells,

“lET’S GET IT”

“siri where’s the nearest bus stop to get home”

“HSEGFSUEF NO I’M SORRY :C”

then as the day slowly got darker,

your screams didn’t die down lol

the latest feud was over chocolate vs vanilla

and you honestly think about how you got stuck in a group of dumbasses

“remember when hyuck hated jaemin and jeno back in freshman year lol”

“nO SHUT UP RENJUN”

“LMAO DIDN’T HYUCK DISLIKE THEM BECAUSE THEY CHUCKED A BASKETBALL AT HIS HEAD”

“what you still remember that? i’m sorry hyuck :’cccccc”

“NO JENO I’VE FORGIVEN YOU AGES AGO- FUCKING RENJUN-”

the group of dumbasses did make you laugh though

so maybe it wasn’t so bad

night then came and the conversation finally started to tone down

mark pulls to the side of the road

“let’s call it a night, yeah?”

the rest of you mumble in agreement

“our last summer as high schoolers huh”

you hum, running your hands through jaemin’s freshly dyed candyfloss hair

“but will anything change even if you guys graduate?”

chenle asks from the back, head on jisung’s shoulder

“not much, i don’t think. we just won’t see each other as much.”

it was a clear night, and the stars were brighter than ever

everyone was staring up at the night sky, enjoying the cool breeze

“we always have summer right?”

a round of agreement sounded before jeno cuts through-

“does this mean we’re going on another road trip next year?”

“way to ruin the mood jeno”

“oh please no, i don’t think i can handle another one with you dumb fucks”

lies

you loved every moment with them

“this is a cute moment and all, but can jaemin get off of us now?”

renjun asked, referring to the long boy sprawled on top of jeno, renjun and you

“i was planning on sleeping in this position tho-”

he didn’t get to finish his sentence before the three of you pushed him off

mark chuckled before leaving his seat to pull the hood over the open seats

“good night”

you were shook awake by mark the next day, greeted with a sky that wasn’t even awake

“what’s going on?”

“fancy watching the sunrise?”

turns out, mark woke up earlier than the rest of you and drove to an empty beach to watch the sunrise together :’)))))))

you stumbled out of the car, legs soft from sitting for too long, finding the rest of the boys sitting on the hood of the car and on the concrete in front

donghyuck pats the space next to him and you hop on top of the creaky car

“is this safe”

“probably not”

“ o h “

it’s all quiet before the sun starts coming up

then gasps were heard and wishes were made

and it was all heartwarming :”)))))

before all of you made a dash to the cold ass water

trying to chuck mark in

“whY ME????? I DROVE Y’ALL HERE”

“YOU’RE LEAVING THAT’S WHY”

“SBRGOSBEGOSBAE??????”

S P L O S H

chenle was screaming the entire time

then one idiot cough hyuck cough accidentally chucks sand into mark’s blue car

which then leads to mark pulling the squad into a self wash station

“come one guys let’s wash this car together!!1!1! wE’rE aLl In ThIs ToGeThEr”

“wow i suddenly dont know you”

then some idiot coUGH HYUCK COUGH starts chucking suds at everyone

AND JAEMIN’S LOWKEY TRIGGERED BECAUSE NOT HIS NEW HAIR

SO HE FIRES BACK

AND RENJUN WHO WANTED TO HOSE THE SUDS OUT OF HIS HAIR ENDED UP FIRING WATER AT CHENLE’S FACE

EVERYONE STARTED LAUGHING LIKE NO TOMORROW AND YOU GOT A GOOD VIDEO OF IT LMAO

AND EVERYTHING JUST ENDED UP WITH EVERYONE GETTING A FREE SHOWER AT THE STATION

and renjun getting pinned to the car by jeno but u h 👀👀👀👀👀👀

y’all end up drying yourselves by sitting under the hand dryers in the bathroom

“at least we don’t have to worry about showering”

“hyuck you started this shut up”

hopping back into the small car, the group decides to start heading back

mainly because your snack supplies were running low

but also because you don’t think the car’s gonna survive any longer

but mostly because snacks were running out

“chenle ate all the fucking pocky”

“nO JISUNG DID”

“WTF-”

“i love best friends throwing each other under the bus”

taking a shorter route home, you stop at a basketball court to move a around for a while

“why is jaemin and jeno on one team, they’re the star basketballers of our school tf i call bs”

“you literally picked your own team-”

nomin vs the rest of u fuckers

no surprise, nomin won

now you guys owe them mcnuggets

“hA SU C C”

“let’s leave them behind quiCK TO THE CAR”

mark: trips over own laces running

in no time, you were in front of your own house again

unlike before though, you lowkey didn’t want to leave your friends

“i still can’t believe that we ran out of snacks in a day and a half-”

“blame chenle”

“hEY-”

renjun pats your shoulder as jeno and jaemin go get your bag for you

“we’ll be living and sleeping at mark’s place until he leaves. you’re welcome to join”

mark from the driver’s seat: what.

and as they drive away with mark questioning when this was decided,

you head back inside to restock you bag, leaving for mark’s house just a few hours later

when high school started up again, you weren’t surprised to see renjun having chensung in headlock in front of your locker

whilst hyuck just whispers-

“right in front of my goddamn salad” at the sight

creaking open your locker, the first thing you do is stick up a group photo taken on your trip

nomin lean on your shoulders, craning their neck to look at the photo

“we look dumb”

the picture was taken by mark setting a timer on his phone then running to join the picture

everyone was lined up, leaning against the old blue car against the sunrise

but mark bumped into haechan who bumped into jeno, who bumped into jaemin etc etc

and the picture ended up coming out with everyone slanting as y’all fell in a domino effect

but the smiles on your faces were precious :’))))))))

“i think it’s cute”

you say, closing your locker, ready to face another year with these fuckers.

hi i’m apri and i present to you yet another unedited piece of shit :’)

listening to the dreamies’ album while writing this made me really emo about mark’s graduation so it got really deep in the middle im s o r r y

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callmecayce · 6 years

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Happy Donghae Day!

2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017

Today marks the seventh annual Donghae Day. That is, it’s been seven years that I’ve been a kpop fan. This year also marked my two-year anniversary at my full time job (for those who don’t know, prior to 2016, I had been working two jobs for almost nine years). Not everything has been good, the state of the world gets worse, we lost three idols from groups I love, as well as author/chef who meant a lot to me personally. But it hasn’t all been bad or sad, it has been like so much of life - full of everything.

My journey into kpop started with this post and has continued forward ever since. The links above are all of my previous Donghae Day posts, including the original reblog. This day has become more than just the simple reminder of my love of kpop. Instead it has become a celebration of the things, and the people, that I love. To me, Donghae Day, like kpop, isn’t just about the music or the idols. It’s about everything that comes with that - it’s about friends, food, love, life, and joy. It’s understanding that kpop is more than just an escape from the shittiness that is the world today. I am forever grateful for that Donghae gifset and for everything that has come after - from the music itself, to the tv shows, to the concerts, to all of the friends of I have made.

Before I get into the really fun stuff - I want to take a moment to talk about those friends. People talk shit about women who like pop music, they judge you for liking cute boys, for writing fanfic, for listening to music, going to concerts, buying plushies/albums/whatever. But none of that matters, not really. What does matter? All these people I’ve become friends with. Over the past year (Donghae Day year as well as 2018) I have made friends with so many new people - some close friends, some not - and it is wonderful. This, to me, is at the heart of what I love about kpop and is deeply important to understand why Donghae Day is so important. Of all the things I love about kpop, it is my friendships that are the single best part. So, to all of my friends (kpop fans and non fans alike), I love you all. Thank you for being amazing people. ❤️❤️

And now … the fun stuff!

So, you say, seven years? And I say: FUCK YEAH, SEVEN YEARS!!!

What has happened since last year’s Donghae Day? A LOT and sort of not much at all. Kpop-related, there were two really big events for me. One of the was that @namjoonrecyclables and I went to Chicago to see VAV! It was a fantastic concert, though we both realized that we’re getting too old (lol) to drive down to Chicago the same day as the show. It’s also the only concert we’ve been to in 2018 and our wallets are grateful. The other thing that happened was that I flew out to Colorado to see @jillwandersen after not having seen her since the concert in 2014. It was also quite a lot of fun.

A lot of smaller things have happened this year. As I said above, I’ve made new friends. I’ve also gotten into a ton of new (and not so new) groups that I am trying to learn. I also bias way too many people (the list is ever-growing). I finally admitted that my favorite groups (aside from Speed) are Seventeen and SHINee. My husband is still there, though he’s left BAP. My boyfriend list has held steady (though this may be changing - read: growing).

I also made this playlist, called Everything’s Gonna Be Okay. It’s 20 tracks long (for now) and about an hour and 12 minutes long. You can find it on YouTube and Spotify. Please, enjoy.

Last year I talked about all the nugu/underrated groups that I love - but I can’t do that this year. Not because there aren’t any, but because there are too many. I was talking to @killerzebras (also known as my sister) the other day about why I love kpop. She told me I didn’t need to justify why I loved it, but it got me thinking about what it is that keeps me loving kpop. I am really good at loving things, but it tends to be fleeting (for many reasons, most of them perfectly reasonable) - but kpop? My love for kpop appears stronger than even my love for pro-cycling, which, for a time, I thought nothing could break (that is another post for another time and probably not on here).

I think there are two huge reasons why I continue to adore kpop. The first is because of the friends I’ve made, as long as I have friends who love kpop, I will keep loving it, too - sharing is something I have slowly learned to love and, within the passed year, have worked on embracing. The second reason is that there is always new content. People often talk about the fact that their fandoms (books, movies, tv shows) only have limited content and often the endings are just that - endings. That works for some people, but not for me. Kpop is different (again, for me), it is, for now, the gift that keeps on giving. I get new groups to love (my heart is forever big enough), new idols to care about, new music to listen to, and the groups I already love give me more music. There is always, always something new to love while still loving what has already been. It’s not all unicorns and candy, sometimes it’s heartbreak, but there’s always something for me to love.

I’m sure that there are quite a few things I’ve forgotten to talk about this year, but this post is already way too long. Therefore I want to talk about two (hilarious) moments in 2018. The first is the release of Infinite’s song, Tell Me, and their comeback in January. Some of you know that for many years I was not a fan of Dongwoo, for various (and dumb) reasons. However, 2018 became the year that I turned into a Dongwoo fan.

I mean, really. How did I resist for so long? Thanks, 2018 Infinite comeback, for changing me.

The second … the second thing is something I am still embarrassed about even while having embraced it. It is something that several of my friends (especially @namjoonrecyclables) have been waiting for literally ever to happen. I have, somehow, after all these years, become a proper fan of EXO. Why, you ask? WELL, THAT’S A GREAT QUESTION. And the answer is as equally as embarrassing - it’s because of a stupid Soompi EXO quiz. You think I’m joking, but I’m not. Google said, hey you like Soompi and kpop quizzes, why don’t you take this What’s Your Relationship With EXO? quiz and I said no, but also why not. I mean, I can’t count and didn’t notice that it was just the current EXO members in the picture (it was early in the morning and I didn’t look too closely and I like quizzes … ) and so I took it and then this happened:

Look, I’m not saying it was a good idea. In fact, it was a terrible idea and I joked about it and then SM released the We Young MV with Chanyeol and Sehun and even while I love that song I joked some more because it was funny, right? Me, stanning someone in EXO just because a Soompi quiz told me to. Except … I kept joking about it and everyone who knows me knows that my biggest kpop weakness is soft rappers and @namjoonrecyclables told me (on purpose, for which I love her) that Chanyeol is a soft rapper and I was like no. But also, wait he is? And then, because I’m me, I took another quiz and it confirmed the first Soompi quiz and then I was like, this is embarrassing as fuck but why not embrace it and now, HERE I AM.

I love Chanyeol. I bias Chanyeol. And I’m an EXO fan. I think I need help because no one knows who I am anymore. But, honestly, that’s fine. So, I guess, thanks for that Soompi.

This year’s Donghae Day is on a Friday, which means it is a full-ass day packed with stuff. @namjoonrecyclables and I have both taken the day off from work (yay!). We’re watching kpop mvs and a kdrama. We’re going out to lunch and doing more of the same. Then my friend H and I are going out for dinner and to see a movie. Why? Because we can. Because it’s Donghae Day.

Seven years is a long time. It’s the seven-year curse year not for me (I hope!), but for groups that debuted the year I got into kpop. Of the ones that debuted in 2011, these are the ones I love: B1A4, Boyfriend, and Myname. Myname debuted a few weeks after I got into kpop, it’s so wild. We’re all still around, hopefully for longer than seven years.

Donghae Day is about all of this. It’s about having fun, it’s about loving the things you love so much that sometimes it hurts. It’s about doing what you love and being with people you love, and it’s about living.

I say this every year, but I don’t know where I’ll be in a year. Will I even still be a kpop fan? The trend so far seems to be yes, of course! But you can never rule anything out. Which is why I love to pour my heart into being a kpop fan. Nothing lasts for ever, but I’m going to love kpop for along as I can with as much of my heart as I can.

I want to thank you all for accompanying me on this journey - whether you’re a kpop fan or just someone in my life who tolerates my love. Thank you all and here’s to many, many more Donghae Days if that’s what the future holds for all of us.

#donghae day #donghae #kpop #dongwoo #chanyeol #yongguk #husband

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onlylovekpop · 7 years

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Rhythm | Lee Joo Heon | One-Shot

jooheon (monstax) + you (reader) word count: 7,233 warnings: i have no excuse for this flithy, graphic smut (that includes but is not limited to thigh riding, breath play, mild degradation, spanking, etc) and strong language (some slut shaming) and brief mentions of infidelity a/n: i was inspired by the new mv and channeled that inspiration into a gang!au, bad boy jooheon sexy time fest and before you say anything yes i know he is a total squish in real life that’s why it’s called fiction :)

This would be the eighth time she came to the club – my club. I have a handful of establishments of this nature and between them, the one I currently sit in is the best. It’s high end and not filled to the brim with slobbering teenagers that pack fake IDs and little bags of illegal substances.

Hey, I don’t judge. I was a teenager once though I don’t remember much. I was too busy climbing my way to the top of a vicious ladder lined with barbed wire. Pretty sure I’ve made it as far as I wanted. If the number of off-shore bank accounts I have is any indication.

But back to the main character of this story – the beautiful girl who has entered my club and is trying her best to avoid searching for me in the crowd. My lips tug into a smirk. Her eyes are everywhere until they finally settle on me across the room.

When our gazes meet, I lift my drink toward her in acknowledgment and she smiles bashfully, lowering her head in submission to hide the flush across her cheeks.

Wonho notices my movement and follows my line of sight across the room. Once he spots the girl, he shakes his head and teases, “She’s back?”

“They always come back,” I retort before sipping from my glass, ice cubes clinking together.

Changkyun feels out of the loop and has Wonho bring him to speed about what we’re talking about. He also checks out my girl, eyeing her long legs, and taunts, “Your virgin’s back?”

“She’s not a virgin,” I reply, though I haven’t actually found out for myself yet. I’m taking her word for it.

“She acts like it,” Wonho comments, sipping his own drink blithely while a girl grinds in his lap. He gives her a firm slap to the ass to let her know he’s still paying attention.

“Yeah,” murmurs Changkyun. “Whoever is hitting it, ain’t hitting it right.”

“You can say that again,” I groan, burning at the thought of the boy that has sent this goddess running into my arms time and time again.

Wonho grabs his partner by the hips, guiding her to roll her ass back on his crotch, and asks, “Hey, didn’t you get a piece last time?”

My eyes roll. “Nah, I got a kiss and a handful of boob. That’s it.”

“She bolted, I remember,” Wonho adds, hand sliding to the girl’s lower back and putting pressure until she curves it just right.

With a sigh, I think back to nearly a week earlier. My conquest was finally reaching a boiling point. Every time she came to the club, she gravitated to me.

A club definitely wasn’t her scene. She was dragged inside by a friend who desperately wanted to get drunk and laid. I ended up keeping her company and spent most of the night discussing a wide range of subjects with her until she finally fell asleep on me. At that point, I guided her to a cab, handed the driver a few bills, and sent her on her way.

Normally, I don’t chat up girls. I find what buttons they obviously have that leads to getting their panties stuffed in my back pocket.

But this little lamb was different. That’s the nickname I gave her. She was as gentle and innocent as could be and I was dying to break both traits out of her.

The next time she graced my club with her presence, we wound up dancing amidst the crowd. Despite striking me as an untouched princess, she sure knew how to move her hips. I rocked into her from behind, reaching down to hold on to her thighs for dear life. The jeans she wore looked painted on and I couldn’t have been happier.

But the most recent romp did not end as planned. After our previously established routine of flirting at the bar then dry grinding on the dance floor, I subtly led her to a private booth reserved just for me. She had no idea I was the owner of this place and I preferred to keep it that way. Once some girls see dollar signs, the game is over and they drop to their knees for a payout.

I finally had her alone and went in for a kiss the moment the door was closed behind us. She happily complied with my insistent lips and I can still feel the sensation of her nails sinking into my shoulders. I kissed her until she struggled to catch her breath. I kissed her until she moaned into my mouth.

We dropped down on the leather couch and I turned her around, sitting her on my lap and rubbing the growing hard on in my pants against her ass. She whimpered and gasped, clinging to my thighs for balance while I sucked at her neck. My hands left her hips in favor of her bouncing breasts, giving the mounds a squeeze and groaning my approval at how full and soft they were.

And suddenly, she braced herself on me and leapt off, whipping around with a look of pure shame on her beautiful face.

“What?” I asked in surprise.

She combed her disheveled hair out of her eyes and blurted, “I-I have a boyfriend.”

Now, I must preface this by admitting I am no stranger to fucking girls with significant others. But this time, it was different. When girls begged me to take them to heights they could never hit with their men, I typically got off on it.

Not with my little lamb. This time, I was enraged.

Snorting, I leaned back on the couch and told her, “I’m surprised.”

She was expecting a different reaction apparently, because she questioned, “That’s it? You’re surprised?”

“A girl like you should be with a man who knows how to treat you right,” I explained, overlapping my arms behind my head as if I were lounging on some exotic beach.

She scoffed. “He treats me… fine.”

I cracked a smile, resisting the urge to laugh, and asked, “How’s the sex?”

“It’s… good,” she replied flatly.

This time, I openly laughed and pointed out, “Wow, you said that with absolutely no expression on your face.”

“You’re putting me on the spot,” she exclaimed, growing more flustered by the second.

“Nah, that’s not it,” I said, rocking forward before rising to my feet. “When I’m done with the girls I’ve fucked, they take one look at me and can’t help but press their thighs together. Don’t matter whether they’re at a club or in a church.”

She gulped.

I stepped closer, tilting my head. “Do you wanna know what that feels like?”

“Tell me,” she whimpered.

“I can make you feel so good, my little lamb,” I whispered, sliding my fingers into her hair and brushing my lips over her own.

Her breathing stuttered. She wavered on her feet.

Then, her conscience gave her a solid pimp slap across the face and like Wonho said, she bolted.

Admittedly, I expected to never see her again, but this tiny voice in the back of my head teased me that I had given her just enough of a taste that she would come sprinting back for more once she’d sorted out her pathetic moral compass.

And sure enough, here she was.

Though, there was something different about her tonight. She had abandoned her typical conservative look by wearing a little black dress that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Her long legs were on display, accentuated by the highest heels I’d ever seen, though I never paid much attention to shoes. The neckline was square and I spent more time than I would like to acknowledge staring at her cleavage.

But to my surprise, she didn’t meander my way.

We had established a routine in our past seven visits. Sooner or later, we would meet in the middle and the flirting would commence.

Instead, she went to the bar with her friend and ordered a mixed drink. Once she had it in hand, she turned in my direction and lifted the glass in the air, mirroring my earlier toast toward her. I gave her a tiny smile and sipped my drink in sync with her.

If she was expecting me to pursue, she had another thing coming. I have been at this kind of game far longer than she has and my patience is not to be underestimated.

Until the moment she accepted an offer to dance with another man, making eye contact with me the entire time she strode to the glowing floor as if she was boldly daring me to do something.

Oh, what the hell, why not indulge her?

Bracing my hands on my thighs, I slowly stood, noticing the way she stared at me over the boy’s shoulder while swaying lazily in his arms. Never breaking my attention from her face, I stomped over, tapping the interloper on the shoulder and asking, “Mind if I cut in?”

“Dude, this isn’t a…” he started, before laying eyes on me. The moment he recognized my face, he uttered my name, bowed deeply, and scurried away.

My little lamb watched him flee before turning back to me, looking downright shell-shocked. I smirked arrogantly and strutted back to my seat, leaving her standing alone on the dance floor. I could feel her eyes burning holes into my back and I couldn’t have been prouder of myself.

She returned to the bar, ordering another drink and taking a vehement gulp.

“Think you’re gonna crack the virgin tonight?” teased Kihyun at the other end of the sofa, his girlfriend sucking an obvious bruise on to his neck.

“How much money do you have riding on it?” I asked irritably.

Kihyun scoffed and replied, “I have a hundred says you’ll go another week without pussy if she turns you down again.”

“What?”

“You haven’t touched another girl since you met this one,” Wonho explained.

“I like a challenge,” I told them, waving away the bartender when he offered me another drink. I needed to be sober for this.

Lifting my eyes, I saw her looking at me. No one was offering her a dance anymore. They had seen me and knew to back off. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head. She was trying to figure me out.

Assured I had her attention, I held my hand in the air and waved two fingers in a come hither motion. She scowled at being summoned and turned away, swirling her glass before downing the last mouthful.

Like clockwork, she pushed off the bar and stomped in my direction. I must admit, I thoroughly enjoyed the view of her walking toward me in that little black dress.

“Hello, again,” she greeted Wonho and Kihyun. Changkyun was long gone to a back room by now.

“Hello, Mary,” replied Wonho, hissing when his date for the night bit his ear.

I rolled my eyes.

“That’s not my name,” she pointed out, annoyed.

Kihyun’s girlfriend broke from his mouth just long enough to warn, “Don’t ask, sweetie.”

My little lamb furrowed her brow before focusing on me. She began wringing her hands nervously as she hung her head and asked, “Jooheon, can we talk? Please?”

“Of course,” I told her, waiting patiently.

She glanced around and added, “In private?”

And there it was. Game over.

“Absolutely,” I assured her, moving to her side and leading her back to the dark booth in the corner of the club. One of my bouncers bowed his head at my approach and opened the door for us, promptly closing it once we had entered.

“You’re a VIP, aren’t you?” she asked curiously.

I shrugged. “You could say that.”

She watched me take a seat on the black sofa and I noticed how her eyes raked down my leather-clad legs as I stretched them.

Smiling warmly, I asked, “What can I do for you, little lamb?”

She chewed on her tongue and announced, “I broke up with my boyfriend.”

I wanted to grin. My chest was burning with pride.

“Awe, my condolences,” I crooned, offering a disingenuous pout.

She huffed petulantly, “Take those condolences and shove them up your ass, Jooheon.”

Grinning from ear to ear, I taunted, “Ooh, someone is feisty tonight.”

“You have no idea,” she murmured, shifting her weight rapidly.

With a shrug, I pressed, “I would love for you to enlighten me.”

“I broke up with him. Now, you and me, we can… you know,” she trailed.

This naïve girl couldn’t even say the words.

I leapt at every opportunity to toy with her and sang, “No, I’m afraid I have no clue.”

She groaned and eventually admitted in a meek whisper, “I want you.”

Raking my tongue across my lip like a predator about to go in for the kill, I shifted mercurially and said, “I’m not to be had for the wanting.”

Her head snapped up, confused to the brim. “I thought that, um…”

“What? That men never turn down sex?” I questioned, making her feel small.

She shook her head and shakily vented, “What the fuck am I doing here?”

It seemed more a question directed at herself.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“You said you could make me feel good.”

I bobbed my head up and down in affirmation. “Yes, that’s true.”

“Then, do it.”

There was a pause as I let her simmer. Then, I asked rather sternly, “And why should I?”

“Because I need it,” she sighed in defeat, airy and weak.

Cocking my head to the side, I questioned, “You need me?”

“Yes.”

My tongue slid to the corner of my mouth and I practically salivated with how submissive this vixen could be. “What do you need me to do?”

“Anything,” she spoke up. “Everything.”

I groaned, “You strike me as a girl who has never been properly fucked.”

She said nothing, but I could see her shiver at the harshness of my words.

I sighed, waving her forward. “Come here.”

She stepped closer and I patted my thigh. She turned to sit on my lap and I stopped her with both hands.

“No,” I asserted gruffly. “Straddle it.”

She glanced down at my legs and searched my eyes for some kind of answer. I merely stared back at her, waiting for her to give in to what she really wanted.

Swallowing hard, she lowered down on my thigh, knees sinking into the leather cushion of the sofa, and the moment her center met my muscle, she released the breath she had been holding.

“Get yourself off,” I ordered, maneuvering slightly to make myself more comfortable. “Ride my thigh.”

She still didn’t utter a word. I could see the look on her face – she wanted to please. And more importantly, she longed to be ordered around. Bracing her hands on my lower stomach, she took a tentative roll, brushing her clothed core across the taut leather of my pants.

Despite shallow rocking of her hips back and forth, she was too tense and nervous for it to have any effect on her. Looked like she would need a firmer hand.

Reaching forward, I grabbed the neckline of her dress, fingers conveniently caught between her full breasts, and murmured, “Relax.”

“Tell me what to do, Jooheon,” she whispered almost inaudibly. “I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

“I know you will,” I crooned, teasing my knuckles across the swell of her cleavage.

Her breaths stuttered as she grinded on my thigh, grabbing handfuls of the leather material to steady herself. The pants were tight, which meant there wasn’t much for her to cling to, that’s for sure.

“I thought you said you could make me feel good?” she asked in exasperation, avoiding my eyes as I watched her intently.

“Mm,” I hummed nonchalantly.

She grumbled, “Then, why am I doing all the work?”

“Sass me like that again and I’ll smack your ass so hard you’ll think the handprint is permanent,” I warned darkly, voice sinking lower.

Fuck me, she shivered with pleasure at the threat and I smirked my approval.

A moment later, she sucked in a sharp breath as it seemed the friction between her legs was finally starting to spark a reaction. If I didn’t know any better, I would think I could feel a dampness soaking into my pants.

“Did your boyfriend have thick thighs like these?” I asked, surprising myself at the outburst.

“No,” she panted, picking up speed as she found a rhythm she liked.

I pictured a scrawny kid with the thinnest legs possible fitting his hips between her thighs and the mental picture made me boil over with fury. She snapped me out of my reverie when a tiny mewl fell from her lips and snared my attention.

Reaching forward, I pushed my hands up her thighs, beneath the short dress, and found her panties. She quickly gripped my forearms, hips stuttering at the prospect of what I could be doing. I hooked my thumbs in the snug, lacy material and forced my fists to coil around the underwear before pulling hard.

She shrieked in surprise and certainly at the sting of the panties being torn free of her body. My hands returned from beneath her dress and I took in the sight of ripped lace, smiling as I wriggled enough to push them into my back pocket.

“This is mine now,” I quipped, flashing a smile that would undoubtedly get under her skin.

She shifted, adjusting her position, and accidentally landed one of her hands over my crotch. Feeling the growing erection sent her into a panic and she softly apologized.

“Don’t tell me your boyfriend never let you touch his tiny package, sweetheart,” I taunted, grabbing her hand and placing it back over the bulge in my pants.

Turning my wrist caused her to palm me slowly and she swallowed the lump in her throat before finally answering, “I never wanted to.”

“Fuck, baby girl. Why were you wasting your time with that idiot?”

She turned her eyes downward, unable to handle the criticism evident on my face, and murmured timidly, “He’s who everyone expected me to be with.”

“Let me guess – rich, classy, and has probably never done a bad thing in his life? Except bad sex, of course,” I pressed with feigned amusement.

She nodded compliantly, lowered her head further to hide her features in shame.

I reached up, cupping her cheek and forcing her to look at me, muttering, “You’d rather be with someone like me, wouldn’t you? You want the rush, the adrenaline.”

She nodded again. “…Yes.”

“Okay, baby,” I crooned, taking her hips in my grasp and guiding her to roll them again. Her bare pussy rubbed against my leather pants, soaking the material with her juices. Pushing her dress higher up long enough to reach around and grab her firm ass, I squeezed handfuls of the flesh and groaned my appreciation.

She bit her lip, fighting a smile.

Then, I gave her a solid crack on the left cheek. She rocked forward, quickly placing her hands on my waist to steady herself, and gasped as the sound rang out through the small room.

“How dare you waste this perfect, sexy body on that fucker,” I growled and narrowed my eyes, massaging her plump ass to soothe the sting. “You should be fucked hard and often.”

To my pleasant surprise, she turned obstinate and snapped, “Why do you keep bringing him up?”

Because he annoyed me. The very fact that such a marginal man had been inside this goddess infuriated me to no end.

“Why did you let an idiot do as he pleased with you?” I countered, agitated.

Her pride and dignity were insulted, I could tell, and she was quick to change the subject for some attempt at levity. “Why are people scared of you?”

By her tone, she was mocking me and I sternly told her, “They know what I do.”

“What do you do?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. Her hips slowed their movements, but I was primed to squeeze her ass and keep her grinding on my thigh.

“I get shit done.”

Her eyes met mine and she softened before whispering, “You’re a bad guy, aren’t you?”

I merely smiled and crooned, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, little lamb. I’m a good boy.”

Of course, I accentuated that last phrase by reaching up and grabbing both of her clothed breasts, squeezing them firmly.

She snorted, chuckling softly. “You’re so full of shit,” she teased, snatching my wrists and prying me away from her chest.

I easily freed myself from her hold and extended my hands. She took them, wrapping her fingers through mine while proceeding to straddle my lap. The moment she lowered down on me, I grunted slightly in the back of my throat.

My cock was aching and the tight pants may as well have been an iron prison. But I needed to take my time with this princess. There was too much of a chance she would bolt if I spooked her again. She reminded me of a deer; so gentle but skittish.

“More,” she groaned, tightening her fingers through mine as she stroked her pussy against the bulge in my pants.

“Guard!” I suddenly shouted.

A heartbeat later, the door opened and the bouncer stepped inside, face devoid of emotion as usual.

My girl was frozen on my lap, shocked I had invited someone inside during our intimate moment, and half expecting she was about to be thrown out.

The stern look on my face melted away and was replaced with a friendly smile as I announced, “We are not to be disturbed. Understood?”

The guard nodded, closing the door behind himself and locking it dutifully.

She finally breathed, gawking at me in disbelief while smacking her hands on my chest. “You asshole, I thought you…” she started angrily.

I swiftly gave her a strong slap to the ass and fixated a glare on her expression of disbelief. “Do I look like you intimidate me even a little?” I asked harshly.

“N-no,” she stammered.

“Then watch your fucking mouth,” I warned, seizing her thighs beneath my fingertips and proceeding to thrust my clothed erection against her lower lips.

Her mouth opened and a faint whimper rolled off of her tongue. She trailed her hands under my shirt, rubbing her palms up my stomach until my skin was visible. She braced herself on my ribs and focused on meeting my leisurely pace.

“Do I make you this hard, baby?” she asked coyly, tilting her head.

“Depends…” I sighed. “Do I make you this wet?”

My fingers traced up her inner thigh, knuckles brushing through the arousal dripping down her skin. I danced my middle finger near her entrance, my dick twitching at the feeling of how soaked she was for me.

“Shit, you’re wetter than a bitch in heat,” I groaned, pushing two fingers into her pussy and biting my lip at the way she stretched to accommodate the intrusion.

A pitiful moan rang through the room and she grabbed fistfuls of my shirt in desperation.

With how amped up she was, it took a few seconds of me pumping my fingers inside of her before she gasped, “Oh, please don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”

At that, I withdrew my hand and grabbed her by the throat, pulling her forward so I could whisper, “You’re not gonna come until every inch of my cock has been swallowed by your tight pussy. You got that?”

She nodded rapidly, eyes wide open, pupils blown to total darkness. This girl had probably never been so aroused in all of her life.

“Now, get my dick out of these fucking pants,” I ordered lowly, releasing my hold on her.

She rocked back, immediately fiddling at my belt. Hurried and frustrated, I knew what build to an orgasm there had been was rapidly falling away. Her hips faltered in trying to grind for some friction while she finally pulled down my zipper and freed my length into her shaky hands.

“It will never fit,” she mumbled, stroking my cock as it curved toward my stomach.

Sensitive, I winced when she rubbed her thumb over the head, twirling her fingers over my shaft with appreciation. “It will fit,” I assured her through gritted teeth.

Her voice turned shaky at the thought. “Are you sure?”

Rolling my eyes, I coaxed, “Angel, you are capable of giving birth. I guarantee, you will accept me.”

Her body thrummed with delight, but in typical inexperienced fashion, she blushed and asked, “How do you know to say these things?”

“I’ve been at this a long time.”

“Oh,” she exhaled, suddenly feeling trite. “Have you slept with a lot of girls?”

“Yes and no,” I replied calmly, relying on my endless patience to answer all of her questions. “I don’t make a habit of putting my dick in something that can’t remember where it’s been for more than two weeks.”

“So you like girls that are more of a challenge?”

I shrugged. “Basically. Where’s the fun in being handed something?”

She raked her tongue across her teeth and pressed demurely, “Then you’re really gonna enjoy being inside your innocent little lamb, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” I grunted, holding my cock and guiding it back and forth between her damp folds, coating myself with her sweet arousal.

Her eyes flashed and she asked, “You’re not gonna put something on?”

“Nah, baby,” I growled with a shake of my head. “I’m going in raw.”

She practically purred, but managed an, “Oh.”

“I’m clean. You’re definitely clean. And I have a feeling you’re on something.”

“The pill. Yeah,” she answered.

It continued to amuse me – the way she straddled the fence, fluctuating between her innocent, willing to please side and that occasional spark of trying to even the playing field between us.

My eyes were centered on my length as I continued to stroke it along her lower lips, but I met her gaze long enough to croon, “And you take it the same time every day like a good girl, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” she replied instantly.

I snickered. “Of course, you do.”

She gasped for air when the head of my cock brushed over her clit then returned to her entrance, teasing the opening before I exerted a little pressure.

Like clockwork, she pushed at my lower stomach and whined, “Oh god, I’m such a slut.”

“And what has society taught you about being a slut?” I asked calmly, still raking my dick back and forth through her arousal until I was soaked with it. At this point, I was harder than a fucking rock and I couldn’t have been happier.

She tore her nails through her hair, pulling the strands that had fallen across her face. “I’m sleeping with someone I barely know,” she exclaimed, annoyed that I hadn’t figured out the answer myself.

“First of all, we’re not doing anything remotely close to sleep,” I retorted with a shake of my head. “And secondly, you’re about to fuck someone who would sooner break a man’s face than let him touch you.”

She blinked in surprise.

“You’re beautiful and you actually have a brain in that pretty head. And if living out your fantasy makes you a slut, then I guess that’s how it goes, whore.”

She flinched above me, but I recognized the signs. I imagined how badly her pussy had just tightened at what I said.

“Wait a minute, did you like that? Did you like when I called you that?” I asked, pretending to be chagrined and bemused.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she wouldn’t dare admit it.

“Alright, slut, because that’s what you are - my whore,” I asserted roughly. “Sink down on this dick and get on with it.”

Without hesitation, she lifted her hips and brought them over my cock, still patiently standing at attention. While one hand gripped my length, the other snared a handful of her hair at the back of her head, guiding her downward. Her fingers tightened on my arms, pressing into my skin even harder as the head of my dick pushed into her entrance.

My eyes couldn’t choose where to settle. From watching my cock vanishing insider her to the fucked out look on her face, my attention kept flickering back and forth. She was so wet, I slipped inside her easily and her pussy clenched on me in an instant.

“Good girl,” I crooned, voice trembling as she kept sinking down. “Easy.”

She got about halfway before she came to a stop, moaning loudly as my thick length penetrated her. Her face tensed at the pressure and her legs shuddered against my hips.

“Keep going,” I told her, fixing my hand to her hip and guiding her down. My fingers, still tangled in her hair, tugged to get her lowering again.

“Oh, god,” she gasped as her ass finally met the tops of my thighs, sheathing me to the hilt within her.

Balls deep in her tight, wet heat, it took all of my concentration not to blow my load the second I was fully inside her.

“Ah, fuck,” I groaned under my breath, feeling her walls clamping around me like a vice.

To my surprise, she propped her hands on my chest and proceeded to rock against me, hissing when my length moved too sharply inside her.

“Stop, baby,” I chastised. “Adjust first.”

“Jooheon,” she sighed, lingering with her eyes winched closed.

No woman had ever spoken my name the way she did and I immediately sat up, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist. My lips found her neck, peppering little kisses across her skin. Tentatively, I bounced her gently on my lap, letting my cock slide within her walls smoothly. She grabbed my shoulders and let out a raspy moan.

Still trapping her to me, I curved my hips between her thighs, dragging my cock against her sensitive walls as I drew back before pressing back in. My pace was slow and deliberate until I was satisfied she had stretched enough for me take it to the next level.

But for now, I was perfectly content for her to feel every slight movement of my thick cock thrusting deep inside her.

The moment she began to match my rhythm, I pressed one last kiss to her neck and leaned back again, clinging to her thighs with my broad hands.

“Ride me,” I commanded, letting her finally get a taste of power that can only be found in moments like these.

She didn’t hesitate to obey and I thoroughly enjoyed watching her rise and fall on my length, her ass smacking into the leather of my pants rather loudly. It didn’t take long for her to lose herself on top of me. I could practically see the stress and tension melting away from her. Hair disheveled and sweat marring her skin, she looked beyond beautiful riding the fuck out of me.

Mouth agape, head tilted back, and eyes pressed closed, she couldn’t see the way I stared at her. I was contemplating how much it would cost to erect statues of this woman across the globe.

My hands constantly switched from grasping her thighs, to her hips, her waist, and finally her clothed breasts before beginning the process again. No matter how harshly I squeezed, she didn’t slow down. Up and down alternating to slow circles of her hips, she didn’t follow any patterns.

With a short moan, she leaned forward, shoving both of her hands on my chest to support herself above me, and bounced her ass to a quicker pace.

“Fuck me,” I groaned, pinching her waist in my grasp.

“Lay there and take it,” she retorted, swallowing to wet her dry throat as her voice faltered.

Ever so slowly, I traced my fingers to her lower back, grabbing her dress and tediously drawing it higher up her back. The moment her bare ass was in the clear, I smacked both palms down, a resounding slap echoing through the room.

She squeaked in surprise, before giggling with delight.

Determined, I asked in a low sneer, “Who’s filling you up?”

“Jooheon.”

My hands tangled in her hair, drawing her attention. “Who are you riding?”

“Jooheon.”

Feeling her slow down, I hissed, “What are you doing?”

“Whatever I want,” she replied arrogantly, proceeding to straighten her back.

Yanking on her hair, bringing her back to my level, I whispered, “You do whatever you want so long as it pleases me. Do we understand each other?”

Grinning, she replied, “Yes, sir.”

“That’s a good girl,” I crooned, grabbing her by the throat and exerting some pressure until I heard her exhale caught short. “Such a beautiful bitch.”

Mouth locked open, no air passed through. My other fist remained coiled in her long locks while I held her flow of oxygen at bay. Her eyes widened before rolling back, hips bucking wildly into mine in an attempt to sate me.

The moment a dark crimson began to flush her face, I released her, overly pleased with the way she gasped and choked for air. While she was dazed, I sat up, trapping her in my arms again and driving up into her heat.

A sharp raspy moan fell from her lips with every harsh snap of my hips, driving my length deep inside her. Every breath was hard and mangled with sweet nothings. Truth be told, I had never heard such perfect noises in my life.

“That’s it, baby,” I grunted, pinching her hips. “Talk to me.”

“It’s so good,” she managed to keen.

Grabbing handfuls of her ass, I pounded into her nice and rough, listening to her suck in an inhale through gritted teeth. Her body tensed against mine, but her pussy clamped on me with pleasure and she didn’t tap out.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” I asked, keeping up my merciless thrusts.

She nodded rapidly against my shoulder.

“You like when it hurts a little, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she wheezed into my ear, raking her nails down my back.

“That’s right, bitch. Take it. You love it.”

“I love it,” she whimpered.

The flesh of her hips bruised under my fingers as I held her in place, bucking into her harder and harder. Her core welcomed me back every time, pulsing around my cock with nothing but delight. Her arousal pooled down to my balls and made the room echo with the sound of wet, hot sex.

Crossing her arms behind my shoulders and head, I felt her fingers wind into my hair and her lips settled against my ear. I expected her to beg for mercy with how hard I was fucking her, but all I could hear were her pants and whimpers.

Until she finally cried, “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Jooheon…”

Giving her an affectionate bite at the base of her neck, I brought one of my hands to the apex of her thighs, rubbing at her clit with my thumb. With a grunt, I slowed my pace only slightly, driving into the spot I knew rendered her speechless. Exerting some pressure on her clit, I had her right where I wanted her when she started moaning with every gulp of air.

“Jooheon,” she managed to plead, squeezing her already tightly wound fists in my hair and my shirt. “Jooheon!”

There wasn’t anything I needed to say to throw her over the edge even though I had plenty of material that would have worked. With a rough push of my hips and a pinch of her clit, her walls pulsated around me and her spine arched. Hands and legs shaking, she tried to escape me, but there was nowhere to run.

A long train of profanity fell from her mouth while she climaxed in my arms and I anchored her to me tightly. Staving off the urge to finish inside her, I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes while her pussy tightened and tightened in waves. Her head fell back, chest heaving for oxygen, and she finally let out the wanton moan she’d been holding.

Some comment I couldn’t understand slipped from her mouth before she crashed into me, collapsing on to my shoulder and shuddering uncontrollably while I held her.

“That’s what we call an orgasm,” I teased, condescending.

“Shut up,” she groaned into my jaw, still trembling.

I snickered and continued bouncing her slowly in my lap, riding out her aftershocks of sensitivity and listening to her hiss through gritted teeth.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I bit and sucked a path up her neck. When I reached her ear, I whispered darkly, “My turn.”

Pulling her on to her back on the leather couch, I settled between her thighs and drove my length back into her sensitive core. She yelled my name, digging her nails into my arms while I snapped my cock in and out of her at a brutal pace. Listening to my groans must have tipped her off that I was chasing my own end, because she spread her legs farther to give me more room to work with and held on to me for dear life.

Propped on my elbows, my lips brushed against her brow and I turned to bury my face in her hair, trying to stifle my moans with how hard I was pounding into her. She took it like a champ though and the sound of her wet release as our bodies collided over and over was enough to make me lose my mind.

Raking her nails up and down my shoulders, she smirked while listening to my grunts and crooned, “That’s it, baby.”

Rising just enough, I clamped my hand over her mouth, enjoying her muffled gasps and cries as I finally released my load in her. Fire raced up my spine like someone was dragging a white hot brand down my back.

My cock swelled within her before filling her with my cum and I couldn’t help but moan her name as I shuddered above her. Her eyes were fixated on me, hands dropping alongside her shoulders on the couch as she lay there perfectly submissive, humming ever so softly against my palm that pressed over her mouth.

And with a long, quiet, “Fuck,” I dropped on top of her, crushing her smaller frame beneath mine and keeping my length deep inside her. I wasn’t ready to be parted from her yet.

I finally pulled my hand away, freeing her lips, and slid my arms under her to take some of my weight off of her chest. She shifted her hips and I growled my disapproval, but I was pleasantly surprised when she tucked her ankles to the inside of my knees.

“Ah, don’t do that,” I gasped, feeling her flexing her innermost walls on my sensitive length.

She snickered at the rare chance to torture me and raked a hand into her tousled hair to draw the strands from her flushed face. I lifted my head to kiss her squarely on the mouth for the first time since this tryst began. She smiled against my lips, greeting my aggressive tongue with her own. Her teeth clamped on my bottom lip and tugged, earning a little whine from me.

Sitting up and finally sliding out of her core, I pressed my palms to the fronts of her knees, angling her legs back toward her chest until her hips shifted. My hands stroked up and down her thighs, encouraging her to stay in that position.

“What are you doing?” she asked, shuddering.

“Keep my cum in you,” I told her.

“Oh, god,” she groaned, rubbing her brow. “How can you keep turning me on with this filthy shit?”

“I had you figured out from day one, baby girl,” I teased playfully, though it was definitely the truth. “You like to be man handled.”

Watching me sit up and get myself together, she chortled and whined, “How am I destroyed and you’re fine?”

Turning to rake my eyes up and down her form, overly content with her draped motionless on the couch, I replied, “I get my pleasure from pleasuring you.”

She sighed.

“Do you wanna go upstairs and make a night of this?” I asked offhandedly.

She finally stirred, wobbling to her feet and smoothing out her dress. “I have to get going.”

Glancing down to see my release running down her thigh, I murmured, “You’re going back to him, aren’t you?”

Having been adjusting her bra, she lifted her head and met my eyes before saying, “Probably.”

I scoffed in disbelief, but mostly disappointment, and snapped, “You broke up with him so you could have your night of fun and then go rushing back to him.”

“What do you expect, Jooheon?” she barked irritably. “It’s not like you were planning on keeping me around now that you got in my pants, right?”

“You don’t know that,” I huffed under my breath.

My answer only annoyed her and she rebuffed, “Oh, please. You go through a different girl every week. We both got what we wanted. Stop being a dick about this.”

I advanced on her then, grabbing her by the jaw and backing her into the wall of the private booth. She squeaked when her shoulders collided into the barrier and I clearly had her undivided attention.

“You think this will make it better? Do you think closing your eyes and pretending it’s me when he’s inside you will make it okay?”

She blinked rapidly. “Jooheon…”

“That’s okay, baby. Come running back to me every time he leaves you feeling empty and used.”

She whimpered, “Stop.”

“I can imagine the look on your face when you realize you’ve screamed the wrong name during...”

“Stop it!” she shouted.

With a shrug, I crooned, “The truth hurts, little lamb.”

“You’re jealous,” she sighed in realization. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Of him? Never,” I hissed, though I wasn’t entirely convincing.

“You think I’m yours. The thought of him touching me burns you up, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I finally admitted, sitting back on the sofa and propping my elbows on my thighs.

There was a lull of silence and I could feel her eyes dutifully on me. Eventually, she smarted, “Then, where do we go from here, Jooheon?”

“Don’t go back to him,” I replied firmly.

She was quick to acquiesce, “Okay, then what?”

“I can give you what you want.”

Her face tensed and she murmured, “You’re dangerous.”

“Very,” I answered smugly. “But not to you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she snapped impatiently.

“I’m dangerous but never to you. You will never know fear from me.”

She shook her head, resistant. “Any relationship between us would never amount to anything. You have to know that.”

I knew I had her in that moment. “Then, again I’ll ask – do you wanna go upstairs and make a night of this?”

Her eyes trailed from my eyes to my lips and back. Then, with a mischievous smile, she whispered, “Only if you promise to fuck me hard and often like I deserve.”

I was reminded of my words from earlier and grinned at her with pride, retorting, “And so the lamb gets into bed with the lion.”

To be continued... [ click here for the sequel ]

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xoldroom · 7 years

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Little story time *not that anyone interested, I just want to share* (or pour my heart out)

So, I’ve been listening to KPop since December 2016, so, not that long ago. I’ve watched Coffee Prince when I was in middle school and I watched a couple first episodes of Boys Before Flowers before I stopped (I still find Meteor Garden is more interesting to me). I watched a couple episodes Running Man, mostly when they have a guest that I know of. The episode that hooked me on Running man is the one with Lee Seung Gi and Park Shin Hye. I thought they are very cute. So Korean anything hasn’t been that big part of my life but it has been there for a while. Last year (like around summer) my best friend played this game, Mystic Messenger. She really like the game. She once mentioned that someone has matched the MM characters, 707, with Korean guy named Chanyeol (if someone made MM into drama, 707 would be played by Chanyeol, you know what I mean). I didn’t play the game and I didn’t know who Chanyeol is. So, I just said okay and let that go. Then around October 2016, my old loving phone, a samsung s3 mini, just shut off. It sucked. I was just doing my usual thing with that phone, watching youtube and I only use two messenger, Line and Whatsapp. So, I wasn’t doing crazy multitask. On December 2016, my brother gave me his old phone that’s still on good condition. So, I received his phone. My best friend, couraged me to download and play MM. I did that. And that’s a good game. I really enjoyed that game. So, little by little I walked deeper into Korean stuff. One night, just like any other night, my best friend and her boyfriend and I, usually eat dinner while watching a movie on my laptop. They chose Train to Busan. I was never really into Asian movie unless it was a horror. But then I know Gong Yoo is starring in that movie. The Choi Han Kyul that I adore. I was into the movie more because of that fact. As I get a little more into Korean stuff, my best friend (who took a big role in this part of my life), fed me one Kpop group, EXO. Before we listen and watch the MV, she showed me a pict of Chanyeol (who I thought looks like a little boy) with Sehun (who caught my eyes from the first sight). Then I thought, I want to see them in action. So, we searched for an EXO MV (we’re both diving into Kpop on the same time, at the the we’re both newbie in this thing) we watched the wrong MV to look for either Chanyeol or Sehun. We watched EXO CBX’ Hey Mama (which I thought is catchy and this is the song that got me hooked into EXO). While watching the MV, we thought Baekhyun is Chanyeol just because of the red hair (stupid) and we thought Chen is like a Korean Joseph Gordon-Levitt. So, for a week, we binged on their MV (Mama confused the hell out of me). All through watching their MV, I started to learn their face and their names. I was having a hard time to remember Suho. Everytime we watched an MV, I always asked “and who is that?” And the answer is always Suho. My best friend said “When in doubt, it’s always Suho” By new year, I have their full album on my phone, I binged listen to every song, tried to sing every lyrics (which by the way, Korean Romanji is way way harder to read than Japan Romanji. Those ‘eo’ and 'oe’ and 'ss’ that sometimes is a 'tt’) -> brings me to learn to read hangul (by this point, I only can read hangul, but I don’t understand Korean Language) One day, I was doing things while my laptop is on, playing EXO lyrics video on youtube then it played another song I’ve never listened to. It was BTS Butterfly. I listened to it and it’s a really good music. But that’s all I listened to, BTS’ Butterfly and I never explore more about BTS stuff because at that time, I thought BTS are rough while EXO are easier to listen to (I still think that). I have weird (maybe) habit that I saved a picture of celebrity that I know just so I have it documented. While I search BTS on pinterest, one guy caught my eyes and that’s V. But rather looking manly (I was setting my standard to Sehun) he’s rather cutesy guy and I wasn’t really into that (until, I changed my mind, of course. Now I couldn’t get enough of V) Then, my best friend introduced me to a new group called NCT that consist of more younger guys. She said Taeyong and Mark are the cute one, but my eyes caught by cute Winwin. We both watched Firetruck and Limitless and it was a total culture shock. We listened to EXO that’s friendly to our ear and then there’s NCT with their 'Lit’ music (let me just call it that) Although my best friend and I have mostly the same taste (except for a couple of things like guy type or book genre or movie genre, or in this case, tv show) she likes to watch Kdrama while I prefer Variety show, to me it’s more light and fun. But the explosion of Goblin made me watch it. Only a couple of episodes and still haven’t finish watching the whole series (don’t yell at me. I just think it was too heavy storyline. I know it’s a good story but my brain couldn’t process too heavy stuff. Sue me). Then, Goblin’s descent (?), the Deok Hwa guy looked a little too familiar, or at least I thought he’s kind of cute. Turned out, he’s also and idol, Sung Jae of BToB. So, my best friend and I went on a mission. She looked for MV while I looked for Weekly Idol (which I think is a good way to find out about your idol, I’ve oriented to new idol group by watching Weekly Idol). Which lands me to their anniversary episode with BToB, Twice, GFriend and GOT7. So, I learn to know more idol group even though I wasn’t paying much attention to the other three groups except for BToB. I was exclusively watching and listening to EXO for about two months. I was watching a compilation of girlgroup doing boygroup dance. There was one act that still my favorite. They played EXO’s Call Me Baby and there was Twice’s member, dancing to it and she was good. I was blown away. It was (of course) Momo. I was only listening to EXO, but listening to their song only for probably almost two months can get me bored. So, I started to explore the songs. Starting from BTS, the best way (I find) to know if I’m gonna like the song is to see the lyrics video, I listened for a few seconds and if it’s loud from the start, I skipped. I only have 9 songs at the start (I couldn’t remember what were they because now I have the full album on my phone). Then NCT (I gave it a second full chance). Then BToB which is one of the group that easily slides into my heart with their songs and their beagle personality which I LOVE. Then Blackpink (I forgot where were they in the timeline but long story short, Boombayah caught my attention, the more I hear it the more I love it). Then Twice. Then GOT7 (Jackson caught me from a Weekly Idol corner with Jackson, Dahyun and Jooheon). Then GFriend. Then Red Velvet. By this point, I have all the boygroup album on my phone (EXO, BTS, NCT, BToB, GOT7) and all 4 songs of Blackpink and have a couple of songs of Twice, GFriend, Red Velvet, SF9 (because of Rowoon that I saw on Lipstick Prince), iKon (just stumbled on one of their song Apology on youtube), Seventeen (Because of cutesy Woozi that I saw with Chanyeol on ISAC).

Also, I found watching ISAC or variety show like Running Man or Roommate or The Law of The Jungle didn’t help with my addiction (as I call it myself). It just makes me want to search for everything, watch everything, listen to everything, know every one that caught my eyes. I just fall deeper and deeper into Kstuff

That’s all for my (not so) little story time.

tlnr, once you dip your toe into Kstuff ocean, you will never go back to the island. It’s a quick sand. Everything related to another thing. You can never seem to find the end of it. It a quick-beautiful sand that will suck you in.

Cheers, Trucey

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ramirei · 7 years

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A Good Morning on Friday: audition 6 + epilogue

“I have to do my best on Friday. After all, I won’t be able to see you for two days.”

Hamanaka Midori and Narumi Sena are connected by the fact they both attend Sakuragaoka High School and, for one reason or another, their eyes meet inside the train they take to school every morning. Even though both are interested in the other, “good morning” won’t quite come out of their mouths due to their nervousness. Now a senior in the same class as Sena, Midori realizes his true feelings as he repeatedly practices his “good morning”s…?

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And it’s done!!! A lot of what happens isn’t new since we got the Nichiyoubi no Himitsu MV but it’s nice seeing all their inner thoughts!!

It’s a courage test I gotta pass and now isn’t the time to run away…

audition 6

The culture festival was approaching in one week and every part of the school was bustling after classes. People running in the busy hallways, the sound of hammers and saws, and the voices of people calling for help as they prepared for the festival.

These were the signs of a festival.

Da freshmen and juniors are really gettin’ fired up.

Midori stopped on his way to the Film Research Club room and absentmindedly looked downstairs. Most of the seniors had their classes in the morning so there were few that were still at school during this time. It was mainly people like Haruki and the others who were still in school working hard on their own work or Ayase who specially stayed behind to help his underclassmen.

“Oh, Midori! Hurry up, we finished setting up the screening for the MV already!” He heard Souta’s voice from the top of the stairs.

Souta was flailing his hands towards him when he looked up, “I can’t help it. Your guys’ room is far from da audiovisual room.” Midori dashed up the stairs while skipping steps and began to walk next to Souta.

“Yeah, yeah. Haruki and Yuu are waiting, too.”

“Huh, Yuu, too? Will it be okay since he’s a exam student…?”

“That’s taboo in front of the person himself. Since he’s been questioned plenty of times by everyone else.” Souta said while wryly smiling and shrugged his shoulders, “But y’know. Isn’t it okay? Even Yuu’s gotta take a break every once in a while.”

“If he’s gonna take a breather, shouldn’t he be doin’ it with Natsuki? Since they finally confessed ta each other, right?”

“Midori, you sound like an old man… Also, that’s taboo, too.”

“What da heck, it’s ‘cause you guys kept teasing him ‘bout it with no mercy.”

They arrived at the classroom in no time as they talked about trivial things. Souta called out, “We’re coming in,” and opened the door with a clatter.

Immediately, a chilling air flowed out from the opening.

“…”

For some reason, Haruki and Yuu were glaring at each other inside the room. Midori unconsciously took a step back from the biting air.

W-What da heck?

“Hey, don’t tell me you guys are still arguing?” Souta said, dumbfounded, without paying mind to the unpleasant atmosphere. Haruki and Yuu both should’ve been able to hear him, but they stayed silent and didn’t once look over at them. It looked like Souta hadn’t been expecting a response as he quickly entered the room, “Didn’t I tell you guys? I told you to make a conclusion on whether we’re using the new take or the previous take while I went to get Midori.” It looked like the problem at hand revolved around their course of action for the movie editing.

Midori couldn’t say anything as an outsider and it looked like he could only watch over the course of events that would occur. Seriously, those two are such brats…huh? When he glanced over at them, their mouths looked like they were trembling for some reason. Were they resisting the urge to shout? Even if it was like that, they were being suspicious, or, more like, strange.

As soon as he figured it out, their shoulders began to gradually shake.

“Hahaha! Both of you fell for it!”

“Mochita, you’re too angry.”

It looked like they had been trying to hold back their laughter. Haruki and Yuu held their stomachs as they burst into laughter with teary eyes.

“You guys, seriously…”

“You’re not funny, geez. Seriously, you guys are such kids!” Souta sat down on the nearest chair and huffed angrily just like the word they used to describe him. Although he had scolded them for being troublesome, he also looked happy.

Well, it’s not like I don’t understand how he feels.

Just a while ago, there was somewhat of a discord in the atmosphere between Haruki and Yuu. Midori hadn’t especially thought to ask them the reason why and neither of them spoke about it. It wasn’t like he wasn’t worried, but he had been optimistic that they’d definitely be okay because it was Haruki and Yuu.

“By da way, what ‘bout the MV? It’s finished, right?” Midori asked as he pulled out a chair next to Souta.

As he did so, Haruki, who had been working the laptop, lifted his head and sniggered, “Don’t be surprised when you see it, okay?”

He was being extremely confident, huh.

That was probably what any other person would say outside of their group if they had heard him just now. But, from the perspective of someone that knew the creations of the Film Research Club consisting of Haruki, Yuu, and Souta, he had thought that this was a natural response. Rather, he probably would’ve laughed at him for being so humble.

“I’m gonna start it.” Haruki said as he clicked the mouse.

The computer screen turned black, then the song’s title was shown. There was a small static sound as the screen shook before the intro began to play. On screen was the school building they were all familiar with. Then, matching the sprinting vibes of the guitar, the camera rapidly dashed up the stairs.

W-Woah… Dis is amazin’, it’s like a movie.

There was a close-up of the door leading to the rooftop before it was opened with great force. What exactly was waiting behind that door?

As soon as he gulped down his breath, the video stopped with a snap.

“Wha-!? Did it malfunction?” Midori asked as he half rose from his seat.

Haruki said while sniggering, “Nope, that was the ending just now.”

“Huh? Didn’t you say dat it was finished…?”

“It is done, but we’re only going to show you up until this part, Midori.”

“That’s right. Look forward to seeing it during the concert!”

Yuu and Souta both added, enjoying every second of it. Though they had said that they were showing him the music video, it looked like they had intended since the beginning to only show him up to that point in the video. It was quite a pretentious way of doing things.

“What da heck is dat…” Midori sullenly puffed his cheeks.

Haruki’s smile was becoming more and more wider, “Don’t be so surprised that you skip your lyrics, okay?”

“Nah, nah, nah! For me ta skip lyrics, I gotta be super surprised, y’know?”

“You’re definitely going to be surprised so give your gratitude later.”

“G-Gratitude?” Midori said, bewildered, at their incoherent words. However, Haruki, Yuu, and Souta were all, for some reason, full of confidence.

Was it really that great of a video? Of course, he had gotten excited just by seeing the intro, but even so, there was a hidden meaning behind the way they were acting.

Don’t tell me they set a trap ta surprise me or somethin’…?

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Someone’s phone vibrated, interrupting his thoughts.

“Oh, it’s mine.” Souta excitedly took his phone from his pants pocket and tapped the screen. Immediately, his face relaxed.

“Is it Hayasaka?”

“It’s probably Hayasaka.”

Both Haruki and Yuu said without even looking at Souta’s phone screen.

“How did ya know?”

“If you look at Mochita’s face, it gives it away.” Haruki said, pointing at Souta as he intensely looked at his phone, with an “I-know-how-it-is” look on his face.

Den dat means… are they like dat? That not only did Yuu and Natsuki start dating, but Souta and Akari did, too. Midori was dumbfounded.

He glanced at Souta just as he lifted his head excitedly, probably having finished reading the text. “Hehe, it’s from Akarin.”

“See?”

“Seriously! Why’re ya bein’ so reserved? If it was like dat, you could’ve told me.” Midori said while poking Souta in the side with his elbow. He thought that Souta would definitely take the opportunity to talk about his love life, but his reaction was something else entirely.

Souta said “That- well, it’s not-” while flailing his hands back and forth. “We’ve only just been going out to eat cakes together!”

“Hmm? Den, you’re tellin’ me… You guys ain’t goin’ out?”

“We aren’t! Well, I mean, I think it’d be great if that happens one day but…” Souta said with his face bright red. It was obvious that he liked Akari judging by his words.

“Midori, you…”

“Huh?” He turned to look at Haruki when he suddenly heard his name.

An indescribable expression appeared on Haruki’s face as he quietly stared at Midori.

What da heck, I feel like somethin’ like dis has happened before… Midori thought as he tried to remember. He then realized when it was. That’s right, didn’t Haruki have a similar expression on his face just after Golden Week? Back then, Haruki had dodged his question and Midori ended up not finding out what he had wanted to say.

“Da heck?” This time, Midori was able to clearly say it.

Haruki was slightly surprised, then he grimaced, “Our graduation ceremony’s gonna be here before you know it.”

“O-Oh. Dat’s true.”

“If a chance comes rolling in front of your eyes, you better take it quickly.”

“H-Huh…?”

What the heck was he talking about?

Haruki ignored Midori’s confusion and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face at his own words.

“Should you be saying that, Haruki?” Souta said with a slight wry smile.

A rare hurt expression appeared on Haruki’s face, “…Not really, I’m just saying it.”

“Well, I guess. But, if you’re gonna do that, then why don’t you tell her, too?”

To who? What?

Midori tilted his head in confusion. On the other hand, it looked like Haruki understood the meaning behind those words. He avoided looking at Souta’s “I-know-how-it-is” look on his face while knitting his eyebrows together with a frown.

“Situations and stuff differ from person to person, so isn’t it okay as long as those people do it without regretting it?” Yuu sighed as if to say he was fed up with them.

Souta’s eyes immediately flashed with a sparkle and said, exaggerating his words, “Ooh! People with girlfriends say different things, huh?”

“Moooochiiiiiiiiitaaaaaa?”

What da heck, I don’t understand what’s goin’ on at all! What da heck are they talkin’ ‘bout? Midori was now completely stranded in the conversation. He watched the others.

Yuu and Souta were talking about “whether or not you can call going to eat ramen a date” while Haruki was completely in film director mode. He was analyzing the screenplay papers that were stacked on top of the desk.

Even if Midori tried asking him a question now, he probably wouldn’t get a proper reply back. He didn’t understand Haruki, but it was true that his words had struck him in the heart. There wasn’t even half a year left until their graduation. On top of that, once the cultural festival ended, their final exams would begin without time to rest before they’d have to prepare for their college exams around the beginning of winter break.

That meant…

‘Bout how much time do I have left to talk to Narumi? The moment he put that thought into words, his chest tightened.

Even though it was an “ill-matched,” “secret” love, he didn’t want to lie to himself about his feelings for her. That’s why he put all his feelings into the song he made for the cultural festival concert. But was he really okay with just that? Would he really be able to say that he wouldn’t regret anything when the time came for their graduation as he watched Sena walk away?

Makin’ a song, singin’ it, and den havin’ her listen to it… Of course I can’t be satisfied with just dat!

It would be great if his feelings were conveyed to her, even just a little bit, through his song. That was what he was thinking in the back of his mind, but that was only his own self-satisfaction. He wanted Sena to know about his feelings. He also wanted to ask her about her feelings. Since it was like that, he probably had no choice but to confess to her first.

I’ll put all my heart, all my feelings, inta singin’ and den when da concert ends, I’ll… He reached a decision quickly.

Midori left the Film Research Club room with a, “I’ll see ya guys later!” and walked into the hallway. He then took his phone out from his pants pocket.

“We made a new super awesome song for da cultural festival. I’m gonna sing with all my heart, so I definitely would like you to come and listen to it.”

He checked it again and again before softly pressing the send button. Sena probably wouldn’t be able to send a reply until late into the night. She had left school the moment morning classes had finished because she had a magazine photoshoot today. He was about to return to the home screen on his phone when he saw “read” appear next to his message. His phone then vibrated to indicate that he received a message.

“I will definitely go. I’m also lokking forward to seeing you that day!”

Huh? Lokking forward to? Did she accidentally make a mistake while typing “I’m looking forward to seeing you?” It looked like Sena herself hadn’t noticed it because the next thing she sent was an animated panda stamp saying “see you later” as it waved.

Dis kinda stuff happens to Narumi, too, huh. He found another new side to her and that made him feel giddy.

He wanted to see Sena’s different expressions. What did she like and what kind of guy was her type? No matter what it was, if it was her, then he wanted to know more. Even her dislikes and what she couldn’t do; he wanted her to not hold back and tell him everything.

“Just you wait, cultural festival…!”

★ ★ ★ ☆ ★ ★ ★

The day of the cultural festival was a fine, clear autumn day.

Midori helped out at his class’ food stall making lots of yakisoba, then spent his break time with Haruki and the others. He carefreely spent the time he had until their concert in the afternoon while walking and exploring all parts of the festival.

He spent that time in a flash before it was time for rehearsals. Due to the Drama Club’s play beginning soon in the gym, their final tuning was, like always, in the audiovisual classroom.

When Midori opened the door to the classroom, the three of his bandmembers were already holding their instruments. “You guys’re so gung-ho!”

“Well, yeah. We ended up choosing to do 3 songs along with that original one, so it’d be pretty embarrassing if we let them hear a bad performance. We’d definitely be laughed at even at our graduation!”

“Suzuki, you idiot… Be careful what you’re saying, it’s bad luck.”

“Well, I guess. He’s been like this since way before.” Kuma, the drummer, said with a wry smile as he glanced at Hiromichi who was clutching his bass guitar with a pale face.

It’s always like dis right before a concert.

But that would also end today. Although they’d probably still get together after graduation, no one knew if they’d still have their instruments then. If that was so, then this would possibly become their last stage.

…No, dat stuff doesn’t matter right now.

Midori stood in front of the other three and quietly lowered his head, “I’m thankful dat you guys’ve been goin’ along with my selfishness all dese years. Thanks.”

“…Midori, you don’t have to say stuff like that.” Suzuki said, laughing it off, probably on purpose.

Midori raised his head, “It’s okay, listen to me,” then continued, “I’m glad dat we’ve come dis far in da club with dese members here.” After saying it, his vision gradually began to distort. Midori pretended that he was wiping his sweat and roughly rubbed his eyes.

Normally, they would tease him in this kind of situation, but it didn’t look like any of them were in a teasing mood.

Suzuki, who easily got into the mood of the conversation, firmly bit down on his lips as if he was trying to overcome something, “M-Me, too. I was thinking that too…!”

Taking Suzuki’s words as a signal, Kuma and Hiromichi also continued, “Thanks for these 3 years.” “It was a lot of fun, seriously.”

“No, no, you can’t. You gotta wait until after da concert to cry…”

“Midori, what’re you saying when your eyes are watering?”

He wondered who was the first to burst into laughter. Laughter from the four of them echoed in the audiovisual room. No matter if they cried or if they laughed, this was their final high school concert.

★ ★ ★ ☆ ★ ★ ★

It looked like the play from the Drama Club was a huge success this year as well. The commotion from the audience still hadn’t stopped even when Midori and the others arrived on the side of the stage in the gym.

“It’s kinda nerve-wracking to be performing after them.” Suzuki said with a wry smile as he peeked out at the audience from the gap in the curtains.

Though Midori had agreed and said, “Yeah,” he held his cheeks in both hands and slapped them to snap himself out of it. It would be hopeless if they let themselves be overwhelmed by the atmosphere now. “Da stage is warmed up ‘nough for us now, so let’s get dem more excited with our concert.” Midori said and held out his hand to Suzuki and the others.

The three of them immediately understood what he was doing and extended their own hands.

“Let’s do our best and have fun for today’s concert! One, two…”

“YEAH!” The four of them shouted, their voices together as one, in a circle.

His body strangely became lighter. Although he was still nervous, his heart beat quicker at the expectation that he held for their concert. Midori lifted the corners of his mouth with a grin and walked out onto the stage.

Each of them stood in front of their instruments on stand by and gave the signal to the cultural festival committee. Immediately, the buzzer in the gym rang and the curtain slowly lifted. The excitement that had seen from the audience from the gap in the curtains directly wash over them and their hearts beat loudly.

Aah… I really love dis feeling.

The moment he felt the gaze from the audience, Kuma began to count down with his drumsticks.

1, 2, 3, 4…

The first note came from Midori’s guitar. He strummed his pick with strength just like the dozens of times he did so during practice. The MV began to play on screen at the same time. The audience probably hadn’t thought that they’d prepare something like this because they heard stirring voices from below them.

The short, but what felt like a long, intro would soon come to an end and the parts that the three others added to the song would come. And, it was at that time that…

“Ah!” Someone in the audience yelled. Other people with surprised expressions were also pointing at the screen.

What the heck appeared on the screen?

Midori turned his head and it was at that moment that he froze. So da thing dat I had to look forward ta was dis! The person being projected on the screen was Sena. It was only her back but there was no doubt about it. There was no way that he could mistake anyone else for her. After all, she was the person he liked. It almost seemed like his breathing had stopped when she smiled at him on the screen.

“Midori! The lyrics, the lyrics!” He heard a voice come from behind him away from the mic.

When he looked at the source of the voice, Suzuki was making a panicked expression. Suzuki pushed Midori’s back with his shoulder while skillfully performing, causing Midori to suddenly come to his senses.

Now I’ve done it, I seriously skipped some lyrics… It was a good defeat. Midori laughed, doing it away from the mic, then jumped back into singing.

This was a sensation that he hadn’t had before.

Maybe it was because this was a song that he wrote himself, but, even without especially making it a point to put his feelings into his performance, his feelings were already naturally spilling out.

In the tips of his fingers that pressed down on the guitar chords. In his trembling throat. In his pulsating heartbeat. He was singing, throughout his body, that he loved Sena.

Before he knew it, the audience was clapping their hands to the beat of the music. The wave of their enthusiastic atmosphere swept all the way across the stage and he felt a thrilling current rush through him from the bottom of his feet.

When they talk ‘bout a sense of unity, they mean dis, huh?

The song entered its interlude and, immediately, the guitar solos began. Midori came in a beat after Suzuki and, matching the leaping sounds of their guitars, a single spotlight was turned towards the audience. Emerging from the foot of the light was Sena.

She came ta listen to us…!

He was happy, he was nervous, he was excited; in any case, a variety of feelings simultaneously overcame him from the pit of his stomach and it almost looked like his heart would fly out from his mouth. Then, in the next moment, he felt his eyes meet Sena’s.

Go. od. Lu. ck.

He saw her mouth these words and somehow, without any reason at all, he wanted to cry.

I, I really like Narumi after all.

The interlude then ended and finally the “boy” in the song would express his feelings to “her.” Even though “he” knew that he was ill-matched with “her,” he didn’t give up. That’s why, he decided that he would take a step at a time to become closer to “her” ideal person. Then, he would tell her his feelings. He would look straight ahead at only “her” with all the feelings he held.

“I love you.”

★ ★ ★ ☆ ★ ★ ★

Sena snuck out of the gym by herself while the audience was still moved by the lingering aftereffects of the concert. If she had stayed there any longer, it was likely that she would’ve burst out into tears.

She crouched inside an empty classroom and steadied her breathing. Hamanaka’s song was amazing…

He had “sung with all his heart” like he said he would in his messages. The song itself had a bright mood that felt like it was sprinting. But every part of the lyrics overflowed with Midori’s feelings and it made Sena’s chest tighten as she listened to him. Before she knew it, there had been a single line of tears running down her cheeks.

…That must mean Hamanaka is in love, too. She had that feeling after listening to that song. He wouldn’t have been able to sing with that much of his heart if not.

Who does he like? I’m jealous of her… just kidding… What’s the use of thinking that after all this time?

Sena bit down on her trembling lips. The reason why she had decided to appear in the music video that Haruki and the others made was because she wanted to take that one step forward. That, even if it were a “secret love,” she didn’t want to turn her back on her own feelings. She had been satisfied with just that.

It should’ve been okay even if she didn’t confess, was what she had thought. But her heart was stubbornly honest. She had thought that she would be able to convey something, even if only just a little bit, from the music video and had replied to Midori’s message with, “I’m also looking forward to seeing you that day!”

The song that Midori wrote was full of his straightforward feelings regarding love. It wasn’t just all lip-service. He sang without sugarcoating his words; that he was engulfed in both anxiety and jealousy. That falling in love with someone could be like a battle with yourself. That the extent of how true your feelings were for that person would also make your anxiety that much larger.

Sena had realized while listening to his song that she had unconsciously overlapped the song with her own feelings. And her back was being pushed by the “boy” in the song. Like how the “boy” confessed to “her,” she would tell Midori her feelings. No matter what the results turned out to be.

…That’s right, I have to properly tell him my feelings. Her phone vibrated at the same time she raised her head with her resolution made. In the new notifications section, she saw Midori’s name and her heart leapt. A message from Hamanaka… I wonder what’s it about?

The cultural festival would end in only a few more minutes and the only event remaining was the closing party.

Sena tapped on the screen nervously with trembling fingers.

“Once da closin’ party starts, can you come to da gym?”

She unconsciously stopped breathing while she read his message. The minute she finished reading it, her heart suddenly beat loudly. Maybe, this is… this might be my chance!

There would be no one at the gym during the closing party. The party was an event that took place in the schoolyard and would focus on the cultural festival committee.

Sena stood up straight and sent a stamp of Kumapan* saying “OK.” It would be okay. She was no longer the girl who couldn’t even greet Midori. Like the rainy day when she lent him her umbrella, she only needed to make her body move.

I have to be courageous one more time. Right? Was what Sena told herself as she opened the classroom door.

★ ★ ★ ☆ ★ ★ ★

As expected, the front of the gym had returned to being quiet. The countdown until the closing party began had started in the schoolyard.

5, 4, 3…

Sena also counted down inside her head matching the sound of the school’s bright voices. Her pulse was going wild and the sensation was becoming strange. During that time, she may have forgotten how to breathe because she was so nervous.

2, 1.

Suddenly, the sound from her surroundings quieted as if they were far away. The only thing that appeared in her mind was Midori’s smile.

The moment they finished counting, Sena pulled open the cold, heavy door. The heat that was trapped inside the gym floated out and blew over her cheeks. Midori was standing in front of the stage.

“Hamanaka, sorry for making you wait…!” Sena said as she rushed over to him.

Midori nodded. However, that was all he did and he didn’t say anything back. It somehow looked like he was nervous.

Is it something that hard to talk about…?

Though Sena was confused as to why he had asked to meet with her, she smiled at the frozen Midori, “Good work with the concert! The concert was really lively.”

“…Mm.” This time, she faintly heard his voice. Although it was only one sound, Midori’s mouth wouldn’t move as if it had been locked shut.

Maybe his voice became hoarse from the concert earlier?

The moment she thought that, she heard a voice murmur from somewhere, “L-L-Li…” No, it wasn’t from somewhere, it was from Midori right in front of her, “L-L-Likkya… No, um…”

Sukiyaki*?

Midori’s face went red when he saw Sena tilt her head with a questioning look. He turned his face downwards.

Oh, his face just now… cute…

She wanted to see it up closer. When she thought that, she took one step, then another, and shortened the distance between her and Midori. During that time, her heart beat wildly, so much that it hurt, but her legs wouldn’t stop. She wanted to see all of Midori’s expressions. She wanted to do stuff like see him more and hold his hand. She wanted to know what sweets he liked and what color he liked. Even the things he wasn’t good at or the things he couldn’t do, she wanted him to tell her everything without holding back.

I want to become Hamanaka’s special person.

That was why, she needed to take that first step forward. She would look straight up at Midori, then confide him with her feelings. “Can I have you to myself?”

The next moment, Midori raised his head with a snap. His cheeks were even more redder than she had seen them earlier. But, that probably was the both of them. Her own cheeks were probably turning red.

“Hamanaka.” Sena wanted an answer so she looked straight at him without averting her gaze.

Midori was no longer averting his gaze. He took two deep breaths, then a third, and slowly opened his mouth, “Y-Y-Ya…”

“Ya?”

“Yay! It’s mutual!”

“Huh?”

Midori pumped his fist into the air while Sena looked at him blankly. That, that meant, in other words, that her confession was being accepted? Maybe, surely, definitely for sure. But she still wanted to hear him say it properly.

Sena said his name, “Hamanaka,” while pouting her lips just a little bit, “I want to hear your answer.”

“!” Midori’s eyes widened and his face turned red in an instant. His eyes moved from side to side as he mumbled, “Huh, um, I –”

Seeing Midori like that made Sena smile and she continued to stare at him as she wanted for his answer.

“I-I, um…”

“Yeah?”

“…If you’re okay wit me, den I’d be happy.”

“It can’t be anyone but you.” Sena said and pinched his red cheeks. Midori was surprised at first, but, whether or not it was conveyed that she was hiding her embarrassment, he bashfully laughed.

What is this… my head feels light… She was so happy that she felt it all the way to the back of her throat.

“…Y’know, Narumi.” Midori hesitantly said.

It looked like Sena would cry if she said anything now, so she urged him to continue with her eyes. When she did so, he gently caressed the hand that was pinching Midori’s cheek.

“Me, too. It can’t be anyone but you.” He held her hand tightly. Midori’s hand was as warm as her own, “I love you.”

She processed the meaning of his words a moment late, but the moment she did her tears overflowed.

Midori panicked, asking, “A-Are ya okay!?”

She was so overwhelmed with emotions that her words wouldn’t come out at all.

The phrase “I love you” had this much destructive power… Even now, she felt like her heart would explode. It was such a real sensation and it was telling her that this wasn’t a dream.

Sena wanted to tell Midori how she was so happy that it hurt. She looked straight at him, “…Me, too…”

“Hmm?”

“I love you, too.”

Midori’s eyes rapidly widened at Sena’s words.

Then, without knowing who it came from first, they burst into wide smiles.

“Please take care of me.”

“Please take care of me, yeah?*”

epilogue

He had always thought that it was an ill-matched love. But, when he took that one step forward, Sena had been reaching her hand out to him like he was to her. They, then, took each other’s hands and became boyfriend and girlfriend.

However, due to Sena being a part of the entertainment industry, the fact that it was a secret love hadn’t changed. Sena had Midori all to herself. On the other hand, Midori didn’t have the “magazine model Narumi Sena” all to himself.

This love was their own little secret.

★ ★ ★ ☆ ★ ★ ★

8:07, the 2nd train car on platform 2.

Sena got on the train at the usual time at the usual place.

Midori quietly turned back and naturally said, “Mornin’.” He said only that one word before he turned his back to Sena. That was the distance between classmates.

For some reason, there were junior high schoolers gathered when they arrived at the station nearest their high school. As soon as they saw Sena, they rushed up to her without delay. It seemed like they had been waiting for her. With things like colored paper or the magazines that Sena worked for as a model in their hands, both girls and boys pressed her with, “Please sign this!”

Looks like Narumi’s in trouble… would it be betta if I go save her…?

Midori nonchalantly glanced in her direction and his eyes met with Sena’s. In just that one moment, Sena sweetly smiled. She hadn’t said anything, but that was enough.

Midori passed by Sena and the others without stopping or saying anything.

She’s so popular like always, huh. It didn’t mean that Midori didn’t have his own thoughts about it after seeing her approached in that way. But the “magazine model Narumi Sena” belonged to everyone. And, Narumi Sena’s lover was him and only him. That reality became the driving force that pushed Midori forward.

Anyway, it’s ‘kay if we just go our own pace without bein’ in a hurry. Oh yeah, maybe I’ll call her tonight. And ask her if she wants ta go to da amusement park on our next day off to re-do dat day!

★ ★ ★ ☆ ★ ★ ★

There may be difficult times, but if it’s with us, then it’ll be okay. After all, I’ll be with you. From now and in the future, let’s keep making fun secrets together.

* Kumapan is the name of the Honeyworks mascots * Midori stutters while trying to say “suki” and ends up saying “su-su-ki-iya” which sounds like sukiyaki * They’re saying よろしく to each other. There’s not really a good way to translate it since it’s a cultural thing, but it’s like them saying they’re looking forward to their new relationship.

#honeyworks #kinyoubi no ohayou #vocaloid novel #nichiyoubi no himitsu #a good morning on friday #translation #rei's translations #kokuhaku yokou renshuu #narumi sena #hamanaka midori #serizawa haruki #mochizuki souta #setoguchi yuu

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makknays · 7 years

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can i see you again?

not requested I’m just soft for him

genre: fluff

summary: you met yoongi by chance and things happen

Yoongi was someone I met by accident, more like fate actually, well that’s what I like to believe. We were both on our way back to Seoul after working abroad, I knew he was super famous and whatever the fuck but you know, I had a flight to catch and fame or social class no longer mattered, as I was trying to hurriedly make my way to the terminal. But to my dismay, the flight was delayed by 10 hours, 10 hours! Do you even know how long that is? That’s my whole day on lazy days. In order to kill time I decided to do a little shopping around; all I got was some food before I gave in to the wait and sat myself down, two seats away from the closest person.

“You waiting for the flight to Seoul?”, a somewhat drunken voice asked me. “Yeah, umm…sorry this may be a little invasive but are you drunk?”, I awkwardly asked when I turned my attention to the owner to the owner of the voice, it was Min Yoongi himself, I couldn’t help but admire his dark locks that contrasted his pale, soft looking skin, even though the guy had never interested me before. “No, this is just my voice, so you’re not an Army, huh?” “Like one of your fans? Nah, I’ve heard some of your stuff because of my friends back in Seoul who are obsessed with BTS but yeah I wouldn’t be able to recognise your voice like they could.”, I told him, causing him to chuckle lightly. “So, you know my name, it’s only fair if I know yours.”, he smiled as he shifted somewhat closer to me.

“I’m ___, ___ ___.”, I proudly said. “Wait, aren’t you a YouTuber? I swear Jungkook is obsessed with watching your videos.” “Well, it’s kind of just a hobby.”, I laughed. “I’m actually an aspiring actress.” “Ah, an actress, yeah, I can see you doing that.”, he smirked. “What? You have an eye for showbiz or something?”, I joked. “No, but I have my eye on you.” “Wow, smoothtalker.” “What can I say?”, Yoongi chuckled. “So, what were you doing here in London, Yoongi?” “I was you know, meeting people to collab with and you know, music stuff.” “Sounds like even you don’t know what you’re doing.”, I teased as I reached for the burger I had just bought.

“Well I do, I just don’t know how to describe it.” “Ah, I see. Also, aren’t there like 7 of you guys? Don’t you guys normally travel together? Like you’re in a pack.”, I replied as I took a bite out of my burger, no shame at all. “A pack?”, Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh at the way I had described them. “A pack… oh yeah, normally we work together but I was the only one who needed this trip, I pretty much begged for it so only I went.”, he said as he stared at you burger.

“Alright, interesting… You want a bite, don’t you? Min Yoongi, world famous rapper wants to eat off an aspiring, not to mention pretty broke, actress’ burger.”, I joked. “Hey, it just looks hella good right now, I didn’t get to each any breakfast.”, he pouted as he took out his phone to send a seemingly important text. “Who ya textin? A girlfriend? Boyfriend?” “Manager. Telling him the flight’s delayed. Besides my managers and the guys, I don’t have a partner to text.”, Yoongi smiled as he looked back at me.

“I thought you would have had someone.”, I muttered. “If I did, would I be trying to get a bite of your burger?”, he chuckled. “Is that how you flirt Min Yoongi?” “What can I say? Food is hella important. It’s the source of life.” “Fine, you can have a bite, but not a big bite, and only one bite.”, I told him as I handed him my beloved burger. “Glad, I have some fries.” “You have fries?,”, I must have given him a shocked expression as I held onto the fries,“ I’m just messing with you, sweetheart.” “Sweetheart? Never thought you would be that kinda guy.”, I laughed. “You don’t know what kinda guy I’d be, you don’t follow BTS.”, he chuckled. “Well, from my first impression of you.”

For the next few hours, Yoongi and I chatted and chatted about our jobs, families, the future we wanted and pretty much anything and everything, we had gotten relatively close for two people who had just met. However the both of us felt our bodies getting heavier and our eyes were threatening to shut. “Here, lay on my shoulder.”, Yoongi told me, and the two of us drifted off until an hour before the flight.

“Hey, I know we just met and all but I really enjoyed your company, I would love to see you again.”, Yoongi smiled as he handed you a piece of paper with his KKT on it. “Who wouldn’t want to see me again? I’m just messing, I’ll text you when I can.” “I’ll see you in Seoul.”, Yoongi smiled as he picked up his sleepy body to start boarding the plane. I followed behind him after I checked if I had everything; I sure did, however Yoongi had left his jacket. Had he done this on purpose? Or was he just forgetful? Before I could find him and return the jacket he was gone. This guy was gonna be the death of me.

A week back in Seoul and I was the most drained being on the planet; I had attended audition after audition in order to get even a minor role in something but nothing. I was close to giving up on my acting dream but I knew I just couldn’t and wouldn’t. In order to motivate myself slightly I treated myself to a Korean BBQ meal, alone, I had forgotten all about texting Yoongi who was probably waiting for me to text him.

During my meal my friends entered the restaurant not so quietly and sat with me. “What are you doing on your own?” “We saw you in here and thought we should join you.” “Are you okay?” The three of them threw statements and questions at my face causing me to chuckle lightly as I cooked the meat. “I’m alright, I guess. No roles yet.”, I told them but it was obvious to them that I was more than upset. “Hey, we’ll treat you to this meal. We know you’re struggling right now.” “Thanks guys it means a l—” “OH MY GOD! IS THAT BTS?” “Wow. seriously Eunji, great timing.”, I sarcastically remarked before turning to see where her attention was turned to. “Oh will you look at that it is BTS.”, I unexcitedly remarked. “HOW ARE YOU NOT FREAKING OUT?” “Suji, you know I’m not a fan of them.” “I’ll never know why.”, Hara said as she shook her head disappointedly.

The seven rowdy boys sat at the table beside us, I kept staring at them without realising. “You’re staring!”, Hara loudly whispered. “I am?” “And you say you’re not interested.”, Suji tutted before a voice called my name. “Hey, ___ ___, stop staring at my pack will you?” I stared at the voice in shock and turned to look at my even more shocked friends and hid my face in my hands. “You know him? You know Min Yoongi?”, Hara half-shouted. “Subtle much.”, I mumbled. “Why didn’t you text me?”, Yoongi said as he moved over to my side. “I forgot to, I had auditions all week and didn’t get any of the roles. I got caught up in all of that.” “I’m sorry to hear that but I’m glad I get to see you again.” “So am I, I’m sorry I didn’t text you.”

“Don’t worry about it, in fact I can probably give you a role in our MV that way you’ll have to text me.”, he smirked before moving back towards BTS. “What a weirdo.”, I laughed to myself, completely forgetting the setting I was in. “Update us then.” “Oh shit, yeah we’re still here. Umm…Yoongi and I met a while back at the airport in England, we got to know each other a bit.” “You mean you met ‘the’ Min Yoongi and just ‘forgot’ to tell us?”, Suji asked, making sure she exaggerated every other word. “Well yeah, he was like a normal person to me, we had a normal conversations, he really isn’t the God you make him out to be.”, I chuckled as I went for the food.

“He’s even better looking in real life.” Eunji said. “Yeah, I guess he is. He’s a strange one he is.”, I replied to her as I made sure to text Yoongi who wasn’t that far away. “Strange? He’s the least strange out of them though.” Hara said as she imagined what a ‘strange’ Yoongi was like, I had meant strange in the way that he was hella flirty but I couldn’t be bothered to correct myself. “So, can you like set me up with him?”, Eunji asked as she took a sip of her drink. “You’re serious? Like 100%?”, I asked her, her statement was just so ridiculous in my head. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” “Idiot, can’t you tell Yoongi is interested in ___?”, Hara laughed as she elbowed the poor girl. “You stole my bias!” “I didn’t steal him! I just met him!”

“So where’s the music video being shot?”, I texted him the night before the shoot. “I’ll send my manager to get you” “It’s alright, just tell me the address.” “Nope, you’re getting picked up :))))” “If you insist ;)” “;)????” “You tell me Yoongi, you tell me.” Texting Yoongi was the best thing after a long day of getting nowhere with my career, maybe getting into a good company wasn’t all that when you couldn’t even get a role. Luckily Yoongi had offered me this one in the MV; I was quite excited about it, I would be one of the first people to listen to their new song and watch the MV unfold. I was never a big fan but slowly I was being drawn to their music because of Yoongi, it was safe to say I had started to fall for the man.

“Hey you.”, Yoongi smiled as he introduced me to the staff and members. “So, she’s your girlfriend?”, Namjoon joked. “She’s not my girlfriend, just someone I know.”, Yoongi sighed and turned his attention back to me. “Don’t listen to them.” “Yoongi hyung hasn’t stopped talking about you for the past three weeks aka the time that you’ve known each other!”, Jimin shouted from the opposite side of the set. “That’s cute.” “What? Don’t listen to them, ok? They’re chatting a load of crap.” “Aww, what a shame, I quite like you. Anyway I’ll go ask what they want me to do in the MV.”, I replied, causing him to freeze and stare at me with his warm brown eyes.

“So, you’ve gotta grab Yoongi’s hand and like run away with him, through that door and into a field. That field scene is being shot tomorrow and there you’ll kiss him, ok? That’s pretty much it. If there’s anymore I’ll tell you later.”, the director told me. “Thank you, I’ll do my best!”, I enthusiastically replied. “I know you will, judging from what I’ve been hearing.”

“Yoongi! Time to shoot our scene!”, I called but I couldn’t find him anywhere on set. “Yoongi! Umm… Taehyung, do you know where Yoongi is? We need to film.”, I asked as I kept turning around to search for him. “He’s in the toilet…” “What? The toilet?”, I asked as I started to move towards the toilet. As I was about to knock Yoongi walked out, “There you are! We need to film!”, I told him as I grabbed his hand and pulled him in the direction of the set. “There you are! Thank you for getting him ___. Now, time to shoot!”

After finishing the shoot I left to go home, not putting much thought into what had happened today except for the hand holding scene. I really enjoyed filming it and didn’t mind having to film it four more times because of Yoongi. He somehow managed to mess up four times until making the right face or something but all I focused on was holding his hands. Everything started to feel like a high school crush again, the “ah, I held his hand!” thing and the “he’s so cute I’m so in love” thing; it was weird to like someone this much, it really had been a while for me.

It was the second day of the shoot and the last day I would be needed; today was the day of the kiss scene with Yoongi, which neither of us thought we would ever have to do. “I want you two to run onto the field holding hands and then Yoongi stops you and bam, you kiss.” “You make it sound a lot easier than it is.”, Yoongi chuckled. “Have you tried it to see how easy it is?” “Touche. Ok ___, let’s try this, then afterwards we’re done with the MV, well you will be but I won’t be…” “Stop blabbing let’s just do this scene.”, I laughed.

As the cameras rolled and I ran onto the field with Yoongi’s hand in mine I heard a faint whisper from Yoongi before he stopped me. He said “can I see you again?”, we were in the midst of filming how was I supposed to reply to that? When we stopped it felt as though time itself had stopped, everything happened in slow motion, the kiss itself was short and sweet and left me craving more. I snapped out of the trance when I heard a loud “cut!” from the director; I turned back to Yoongi said yes and went to monitor the scene. “It’s perfect! On the first go as well!”, the director shouted, “It is pretty good.”, I admitted. “The chemistry is really there. Wow, you two should date.”, she jokingly said, causing my eyes to land back on Yoongi’s. “I’ll see you soon sweetheart.”

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“I can’t believe you shot a music video with BTS AND had a kiss scene with Yoongi and didn’t tell us!”, Hara screamed at me over the phone. “We’re coming over now and you have some explaining to do!”, Eunji added. “I’ll tell you everything, right after this date with Yoongi.”, my reply caused them to scream even louder than before, causing Yoongi and I to erupt into laughter.

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taesthetes · 6 years

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(1/?) Travel-anon-hi! I'm all better now, thank you :D! It's okay to be sporadic on instagram - it's your own page, haha! Time to find a small spray bottle then~ Oo, have fun with your internship when you do do it then! Those are always really nice to experience! Yeah, Hong Kong is def one of the more expensive Asian countries, haha, but it iiiis really nice there! Japan's summer was like 38-45 celsius when I went, haha. I'm pretty sure you're gonna be a baked potato - good luck! There's ice-

(2/?) cream taiyaki in Japan, I think? If not, there’s a looot of cute ice cream places there, and lots of specialty Japanese flavours like tofu and ramune for after your taiyaki ;D! First thing I’ll do when I’m back in Japan is go to a convenience store and buy a haagen dazs sandwich haha. Japanese/Asian convenience stores are like the antithesis of grungy X’D they’re almost sparkling in comparison to the ones here in North America. Are there any convenience store snacks you might want to try?

(3/?) Oh! You could always visit your sister’s cat (and your sister) when you’re next free, maybe? And bring your own pet along when you get one :D? What would you name your future pet? That’s true! There does tend to be more modern exhibits around, but I’ve never actively looked up the more traditional older-style exhibits though. There’s a couple here in my city, I think, but the modern ones really do outweigh in quantity to those. Omg, ikr! I don’t get those either!! I literally tilt my head-

(4/?) sideways to look at those, read their descriptions, and STILL don’t get those! The interactive ones are a lot cooler in comparison because you actually get to interact with it, and watch what happens because of you. People in Japan normally took pity on us when we played in Akihabara in Tokyo! Major crane game power there, and a lot of tourists, so I think the people there just kind of expect varying gameplay levels there haha. Nono, I still have ramen at home! I’m just watching my weight-

(5/?) because I’ll be getting costume measurements done soon, and I’d rather not have super high numbers if I can help it, hahaha. It’s actually really hard to hit up everything in Japan! I’ve been a lot of times, but I still see something new every time I’m there! I mean, that’s what makes traveling so awesome to begin with, and life in general though? Oo~ where would you road trip this time? I hope you managed to get all your work done in time, and have fun on the trip & for those bdays!

(6/?) THAT LIP RING. Nothing else really needs to be said to explain your album-decision further XD It’s too bad that both don’t end up in the same album concept, but lip ring ftw. Jimin’s coming for all of us, haha. OMG YEONTAN IS SO CUTE AND TINY AND FLUFFY AND I JUST WANT TO CUDDLE HIM. THOSE EYEBROWS. I haven’t seen Tae’s cat actually? Do you have any photos? I did see the Chain mv! It wasn’t really my music taste, but it was still good! I’m pretty sure my NCT bias is Taeyong, haha. I tend-

(7/?) to like members that are super strong at performance/(super loud)stage presence/dancer? Not sure how to explain it well? Taeyong, specifically, I like his voice a lot. I completely feel you on the bp & f(x) front there. Seriously. I’VE HAD LATATA STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR DAYS, SAVE ME. Yes to listening to comeback groups! I only ever learn all their names when I’m interested enough in the group~ I’ve been in the kpop game since dbsk first started hahaha OuO;; CONGRATS ON THE TSWIFT CONCERT &-

(8/8) HAVING SUCH A BLAST THERE!!! I’M HAPPY YOU WERE HAPPY! Is two hours super early for a Tswift concert? Next time you go, bring a portable charger TuT!!! Or maybe a camera? Do they allow cameras at concerts?? I really hope you get to go again when she does another tour! I’m busy with convention prep right now! I have one next week, so I’m completely swamped, haha. Good luck with your projects and papers, and have a good weekend!!

hello, m’love!! i’m so glad to hear you’re better now! 💓 asdadfkl but i want to have a more cohesive feed, but knowing me, i’m lazy so it’ll only work for a little while. and thank you!! hong kong sounds really nice, and i heard their mcdonalds is super fancy ahaha i want to try their mcdonalds :’) oh my god, that’s boiling hot??!?!?!? that’s 100 - 113 degrees fahrenheit over here, you can literally cook an egg on the sidewalk, what the heck?? aauagh i can’t wear my leggings and sweaters then ):

omg ice cream taiyaki– they just combined to yummy foods to make a mega yummy food :O is tofu and ramune flavored ice cream good? have you had it before? omg i’ll make sure to get a haagen dazs sandwich, too! they are!! omg i wish american convenience stores were nicer. tbh i think i just want to try them all?? i won’t be able to read the packaging probably, but i’ll just take one of each haha

ahhh, maybe! maybe i’ll visit her this summer? or maybe i’ll be too busy catching up on all the sleep i lost during the school year :’) aaskdfjlhas i won’t be able to get a pet until i’m fully settled into my own place and financial stable, which won’t be for at least another two years. yeah, unfortunately for me, there doesn’t seem to be many traditional style art nearby. that’s why i spend hours upon hours in the art museums in europe when i do get the chance to go there. and same!! i read the description and study every angle of the art piece, but i still don’t understand it??

yes! interactive art is super fun, and it’s so cool that you can be a part of art with those. oooh, okay, i see!! hopefully, the people will be just as nice when i try playing the crane machines– or maybe i should just buy the plushies since it might be cheaper than me feeding all my money to those games :’) alskdjfhas but it’s ramen!!! there is no such thing as a high number in weight. every number is great and amazing. but omg costume measurements? what’s your costume for?

yes, i agree!! the fun of traveling comes from seeing new things all the time! heck, i haven’t even seen everything where i live. i think we might road trip to the beach or an amusement park! we’re not sure yet, or we might just drive randomly and see where it takes us :D the trusty gps will always take us back. and thank you!! omg for my friend’s bday, we went to a nice crepe place for brunch and then we did one of those color me mine type places and i painted a cute mug for my father’s day present, and it was so much fun– i miss art so much

OH GOSH, I MIGHT ACTUALLY ORDER THE O VERSION ALBUM JUST BECAUSE OF THAT LIP RING NOW askjdfahls but also i want to save money for the trip, so i’m still on the fence aND YES, YEONTAN IS SO ADORABLE OH MY GOSH LIKE GOOD BYE TAE, I ONLY STAN YEONTAN. ahhh i think i reblogged a post of him and his cat a reaaally long time ago, but if you google taehyung kkanji then i think you’ll be able to find the pics!! my blog is a mess so i don’t know where that post went sadly ):

omg i think i just loved chain so much because winwin finally got a line!!! and yuta finally got a lot of lines too!!! (and thank god because it’s a japanese song and i would’ve sued if yuta got nothing) oooh, taeyeong is honestly the ideal type, like his personality is so darn kind and sweet and perfect and if you talk to any nct stan, i’m 99% sure taeyong is always their bias or their bias wrecker. even if you don’t bias him, you bias him. but also yes, his stage presence is amazing!!! like wow, even the camera people are drawn to him even when he isn’t the center. his english raps are also really funny to read tho asdkjfhals

did you see the bp lightstick?? it’s like one of those toy hammers from weekly idol. LATATA IS SO DARN CATCHY, I FIND MYSELF LISTENING TO IT EVERYDAY TOO. and same! although the exception to that rule for me would be day6 because i don’t know all the members, but i listen to all their songs. and oh my gosh, that’s so long :O since dbsk first started?? i just looked it up and that was 2003 oh my gosh, i was only 4 or 5 then wow.

AND THANK YOU!!! 💘💘 and yes, i’ll definitely have to bring a portable charger next time but aksdjlhflas i don’t have a camera with me unfortunately– my family only has one camera, and it’s left at home, so i only have my phone at my dorm. and yes, i’m sure they allow cameras at concerts! otherwise, a lot of kpop fansites would probably have to smuggle their cameras in haha and thank you, i hope so too :’) omg i hope you have lots of fun at the convention!!! 💕 did it happen already? how did it go? and thank you! i hope your weekend was good, too! how have you been? 🌻💗

#replies #anonymous #travel anon

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thecarelessmint · 7 years

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Dear Me,

Its been a while. It’s been a little over a year and things have changed,

How am I? I’ve changed, I’m colder, I’m much more closed off, I cry a lot, I’m still hypersensitive but I don’t think that’s going anywhere.

I have some good news though, that horrible thing we went through, depersonalization, it’s gone.

I wrote the first dear me in August before drama camp, which I was unfortunately depersonalized for, but coming September, it was gone. I don’t know if it was the familiar atmosphere of being back in school and being consistently surrounded my people and emotions, but it left.

That following winter, S.A.D wasn’t all that bad either, it was definitely there but it wasn’t the worst it’s been.

It’s easy to say that last July (2016), was the worst month of my life, I had never been so lost in my 15 years of living (at the time, and yes I’ve accepted my real age and since it’s just between me and you, I’m using it), it was also one of the most alone I had ever felt.

Mental Health wise: I think I suffer from anxiety, I say suffer because truly I’m suffering.

Recently, the family and myself went to Seattle and Phoenix. It was probably the most anxiety ridden I had ever been.

Everything made me angry, I snapped at every single minor inconvenience, and I just wanted to be left alone, I still do, I just want to be alone.

Being with other people has caused me a lot of issues, I love being with people and conversing, but I’d rather just stay alone, it causes less to worry about, no more stress about being home on time, how I’m going to get home, remembering to have fun.

I guess a lot of it has to do with how I was raised, going out was much harder than simply staying home, having to ask for permission to simply see my friends outside an adult controlled environment and knowing that I was going to be turned down the offer was given me too much anxiety over making plans that I usually just bail out on them.

This makes me feel extremely guilty because I genuinely like the people, but I JUST CAN’T LEAVE THE HOUSE.

Going out itself is a hassle, the pressure to consistently be happy during the few hours you spend with another person in order to leave it a happy memory shouldn’t be as hard as it is.

On a happier note, reading last year’s ‘Dear Me’, I can say the love for myself has only grown, I love me, so much! I love my quirks and the stupid things I do. I love how I completely bop out to a song and then realize how stupid I look but keep going. I love that I’m in love with myself. I raked myself through the mud with hate but here I am treating myself with gentle care.

Removing myself from situations that make me upset, feeding myself regardless of how late it is because I’m hungry and who cares about weight. Wearing whatever I feel happy in, (like that pompom hair piece from F21) understanding that I am probably the weirdest person to have walked this Earth but also I’m cute as heck. I’m trying my /best/ to stay hydrated but I don’t even have a water bottle so ya girl is struggling.

I’m slowly improving myself and paying more attention to how I react to things. I’ve become really picky with what I eat after I puked for 12 hours that one day in March, it was fucking shit, I deadass have a fear of puking now. It hurts.

I’m still hella into space and deep sea, I went to the aquarium in Phoenix and cried cause I love the sea. The entire family went, but as much as I was having fun, as soon as I found out that everyone else found it boring, the entire experience was ruined, I was more or less upset the rest of the day, do you see the problem? Stuff like this shouldn’t happen, it was an amazing experience but whenever I think back, all I can feel is this heavy weight because of how sad I felt that I was basically dragging them around but also because we left really early. Man, I really wanted to stay but it was 1 against so 5, so who was I to make them stay.

Anime is still a huge part of my life, Naruto ended and I’m /hurt/. Yuri On Ice came out that November-December and honestly, what a life changing show, it was so gay, and canon. I miss, I can’t wait for season 2. I watched Kimi No Na Wa (a movie) and truly what a beautiful movie, that’s all I can say, visually it’s stunning. The characters are amazing but can I remember their names? Nope.

Remember how we saw that ad for Goblin on Facebook and had it bookmarked for weeks but never watched it. WELL, LET ME TELL YOU (sit down this is going to take a while). So, because I watched anime and it was in another language, why couldn’t I give Kdramas a try, LITTLE DID I KNOW. I never ended up watching Goblin on my own.

Months passed and it was around February when I started getting into Korean girl groups, that’s right, Kpop. Oh My Girl was too cute for me to ignore so I stanned them (YooA and Binnie, my kids), time passed and I couldn’t quite get into their music, so I just stopped. I stayed away from the boy groups because of the drama that came along with them (a misteak).

Even more time passed, Patty recommended a Kdrama called Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo, LIFE CHANGING, REVOLUTIONARY, THE PUREST! I watched 11 hours worth of it in one day, sleep who? Needless to say I loved it, I loved every single character, Nam Joo Hyuk could kill me and I’d say thanks.

On April 15th, 2017, (that fateful day) I watched Unfair - EXO for the first time and my life was changed, Kim Jongdae stole my heart. This was bad though, it was towards the middle of the second semester, I didn’t have time for this, but did I care? No. Sleep became foreign to me, I needed to catch up on the 5 years I missed. I somehow graduated.

My bias list is a mess, it ranges from Jongdae, Minseok, Kyungsoo, BBH, Junmeyon, Sehun, Jongin, Yixing and PCY, oh would you look at that, it’s the entire group, ha AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH, let me live.

It only got worse from there, I watched hella Kdramas but did I ever finish them? No. Why? I truly don’t know.

As soon as it gets angsty and yeet out so fast, I can’t handle angst, I don’t like sad things, my life’s already a mess, I came here for a good time.

If you’re reading this a year later and still haven’t finished The Entertainer I will come to the future and fight you, fucking finish it, I understand you’ll cry, we’re the same person, but finish it! It deserves better than this, you’re deadass on the last episode you hoe, (love you).

Also finish My Shy Boss, but I feel like you’ll have that one done, it’s harder to watch but it hurts less. It makes sense, I know what I mean.

Moving on, you see I was avoiding BTS like the plague, their fandom is terrifying and there was too much going on, I was safe and happy with EXO (featuring NCT127), I was proud of them for their Billboard Award, like yes you did that congrats, but that was all.

Fast forward to me just chilling and deciding to finally give them a try, I turned to their MV’s, Spring Day was cute and I got it stuck in my head a lot, Fire was too much and I instantly closed the tab. I wanted to see my sister’s reaction to Fire and she liked them. I was confused, my sister hates KPOP (bc of me), so I delved in, did my research trying to find out who was who, this was where it started.

I knew, I knew, I had no chance, it was over. My first bias was that bastard Jeon Jungkook, at this time, I always forgot Suga, Jimin and Rap Monster looked too similar to me (forgive me, I was young) V? Jhope? Jin?

I got better with names, but EXO was still #1 for me, what changed all of this was RUN BTS. I was watching it the same time I was watching EXO - Showtime, but slowly stopped watching Showtime, to Y’know, ‘savour it’, (I wasn’t going to admit to myself that I liked another group more.

Run BTS helped with recognition and learning about their character, this is where it went wrong, these idiots are extremely lovable so I fell in head first. I quickly learned I was Min Yoongi and Park Jimin trash, only later did I find out their was a ship for them (we aren’t gonna talk about this, you already now).

I could talk for days about Jimin, I remember I would cry every time I saw photos of him because HE WAS TOO MUCH FOR ME. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD I CRIED WHEN I LATER FOUND OUT THE SHIT THAT HE WENT THROUGH AND IS STILL GOING THROUGH ABOUT HIS WEIGHT AND HIS IMAGE, HE DESERVES SO MUCH FUCKING BETTER.

AND FUCKING AGUST D OVER THERE, THAT CINNAMON ROLL’S STORY HURT ME, I haven’t listened to the mix tape yet (It’s a year old now) because I need to recover from simply knowing that he went through that.

I am Bangtan SonyeonDONE WITH THIS GROUP. I have this odd love for them, and I couldn’t tell you why. If this is a phase, this is the best damn phase of my life, I was miserable in the One Direction fandom, everyone was fighting, but the KPOP fandom, still filled with fan wars, is too funny. The memes are why I stay, music? what music?

(I hope you still listen to the evening acoustic playlist on Spotify, it got me through the States trip.))

I’m gonna continue talking about BTS because I just need to let all this out, I might not do a whole paragraph on each member but don’t fight me on this alright.

Kim Namjoon, the good lord, the savior, the leader of Bangtan, the one I want to meet most. I feel so many feelings for this man, I just want to go to a coffee shop and talk about life. I watch his vlives when looking for comfort because HE GETS IT! He thinks the things I thought only I did and never speak about because they’re ‘not normal’. I see him less as this celebrity and more as a friend, and I know how cringey and all that this is but listen, hear me out, I’ve only ever wanted to meet two celebrities in my life and they are Misha Collins and now Joon, and that’s on the sole fact that I feel I can talk to them, just talk.

This is not to say I wouldn’t want to meet the rest of Bangtan, I love them all, heck Jimin is my bias, but there’s something about Namjoon I can’t put my finger on.

(Also this is hella long compared to last year’s and I’m not sorry, It’s been a whole year soooo.)

Moving on from Kpop, relationships in my life.

Maria - we talk on snapchat, we met up at the Mac grad, its causal.

Bruno - best friend, love of my life, my boyfriend, he doesn’t judge me and gives me my space, love this kid.

Patty - my kid! we talk everyday and we’re about to hit 100 on snapchat, planning a trip to Tokyo and Seoul.

Tanika - madre, I love:), she’s leaving Edmonton in January though, and that’s honestly just hella sad

Erika - baby buhler who’s also my mom, the most accepting, i love her so much, i appreciate so much

Danait - my kid pt.2, always listens to me rant about kpop, became a BTS fan

Blake - i’m only adding him because he’s comfortable, a smiley baby

Yadiel - A SMILEY BABY, i love him :(

Dead Relationships:

Talia - I’m burning this one to the ground, it was fucking ridiculous, her mom messaged me like ???, 10/10 glad I ended it.

Lucas - can fucking suck my ass, I hate this kid so much, why did I let this drag on for so long

That entire girl group - I don’t know man, it’s really weird but I can’t stay friends with them, Igtg

Jordan - we stopped talking because I’m gr8 at talking

That’s all for that.

I love myself, I love you, I love my friends, we’re starting uni !!

We got accepted into the UofA & Macewan, (going to macewan though)

I hope you survive! I honestly don’t know how you’re going to do this, but you got this !! I believe in you !

(Stand Talent, Stan Beyond The Scene (I still love EXO very much))

#dear mee

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subjisoo · 7 years

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Check In chapter 9

Words: 3k

Genre: ??? idk drama? angst? not sure yet lol

Synopsis: Seungcheol and his best friend Wonwoo have been running a small drug dealing business for the past two years, along with Wonwoo’s boyfriend Mingyu on the books and new recruit Hansol to manage the second hand shop they use as a cover story.

This Chapter: Lots of hurt and comfort for Cheolsol and backstory for Seungcheol bc I ?? haven't given him any yet wtf

Warnings: drug ment (light), conversion therapy ment (very very light), death ment

Author’s Note: based on the MV for Check In which I edited into a kind of trailer for this fic and u can watch it here.

Check In: chapter one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / read on ao3

Hansol had never actually made a sale himself, but he’d been witness to so many that he figured he would be fine. He had told Seungcheol this on the phone, but it didn’t stop him from texting Hansol every five minutes to make sure he was okay.

When half an hour went by with no text, Hansol started to get worried and called Seungcheol.

“Oh thank god,” Seungcheol’s voice echoed on the other end when he picked up.

“Are you in a toilet?”

“Well, I’m not going to take a phone call from my boyfriend about our weed business in front of a homophobic conservative, am I?”

Hansol laughed. “Fair enough. So why haven’t you texted for a while? You were being pretty consistent for a while there.”

“I ran out of credit.”

“Wow, that’s dedication.”

“Can you just, text me updates so I know everything’s okay?”

“Yeah, I can do that. Nothing happened in the past half an hour except some freshmen came in trying to get something so I told them there was a waiting list.”

“No one causing you any trouble?”

“Nope, I’ve got everything under control.”

Seungcheol breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god. What about the other two?”

Hansol glanced at the stair case. “No word yet, but I heard the shower running a while ago. No yelling or sounds of anything breaking, which I guess is a good sign.”

“Very good. Okay babe I gotta go, she’ll tell me off for taking a shit in public if I stay in here too long.”

Hansol laughed, looking to the front of The Shop as the bell rang. “Okay, I gotta go too; customers.”

“Stay safe, and text me updates.”

“Will do,” Hansol said, rising from the stool to greet the customers. “I really gotta go, Cheol.”

“Okay okay, I’ll talk to you soon, love you.”

Before he could reply, Seungcheol had hung up. Hansol shook himself, putting his phone next to the till and greeting the customers.

“Hi, how can I help you?”

There were two of them; a tall, willowy woman and a short, stoic man with a goatee. The man looked around The Shop as the woman stood in front of the till, towering over Hansol.

“We’re here for what’s in the back room,” she said, not meeting Hansol’s eyes.

Something about her made Hansol very uncomfortable. “Sure, can I get a name?”

“Lee.”

Hansol laughed, taking the clipboard out from under the desk. “We have about twenty of those, I’m gonna need your first name too.”

He flipped to the letter L on the list of customers and scanned it for Lee Minji. “I’m sorry ma’am, we don’t have you on our list. You’ll have to go through a background check before we can sell to you.”

Minji nodded slowly, finally meeting Hansol’s eyes. “What, do I have to sign up to buy weed?”

“That’s generally how we operate, yes.”

She shared a look with the man, who was standing by the books on the wall. She turned back to Hansol.

“Thank you.”

With out saying anything else, the two of them left. Hansol stowed away the clipboard and sat down again. He debated calling Seungcheol, but decided it would be better to text him.

[Sent, 1:34pm] Hey, still alive

[Received: Seungcheol, 1:34pm] Thanks babe

Hansol decided not to tell him about the people until Seungcheol got back in case he got too worked up, but felt he needed to tell someone.

[Sent, 1:35pm] Everything okay up there?

He bounced his knee as he waited for a reply.

[Received: Mingyu, 1:37pm] Crisis: averted

[Received: Mingyu, 1:37pm] Peace: restored

[Received: Mingyu, 1:38pm] Dick: not out

[Received: Mingyu, 1:39pm] Thanks for everything, by the way, it means a lot

[Sent, 1:40pm] It’s no problem man, I’m glad things are okay now

[Received: Mingyu, 1:41pm] Yeah well idk if I would’ve been able to do it without your help

[Sent, 1:41pm] You would’ve been fine man, but I’m glad I could be there for u

[Received: Mingyu, 1:42pm] Thanks bro, sorry our balls didn’t touch

Hansol laughed, feeling a bit more at ease as he typed in his next reply.

[Sent, 1:43pm] If your dick really isn’t out, is it cool if I come up? Got some business stuff to talk about

[Received: Mingyu, 1:44pm] Sure, we’re on the balcony

When he got onto the balcony, Mingyu and Wonwoo had their chairs right next to each other and were holding hands, a mug of black coffee and a glass of orange juice on the table. They both looked up as Hansol shoved the door open and joined them at the table. Wonwoo looked exhausted, his eye starting to swell with the bruising. Mingyu’s eyes were still a bit puffy, but he looked quietly happy.

“You two are a sight for sore eyes.”

Mingyu laughed and the corner of Wonwoo’s mouth tugged up.

“Everything sorted out?”

Mingyu turned to Wonwoo who cleared his throat and looked intently at the glass of orange juice. “Yeah. Mingyu stopped crying, at least.”

The three of them laughed a little, and Hansol felt bad for bringing something negative back to them.

“Some people just came into The Shop and I think they were like, cops or something?”

Mingyu sat up a little more. “What makes you think that?”

Hansol told them what happened and Mingyu thought for a moment. “Doesn’t sound like cops.”

“What does it sound like?”

Mingyu took in a sharp breath, letting go of Wonwoo’s hand and leaning forwards. “Do you know of any other drug dealing services in the area?”

Hansol shrugged. “Not really my scene, if you’d believe it. I can ask around though.”

“Don’t make it obvious. Actually, don’t do it, I’ll sort things out. My cousin might know, I’ll give him a call.”

Hansol looked at Mingyu expectantly as he got his phone out of his pocket. Wonwoo rested his arm on the back of Mingyu’s chair and picked up the coffee to take a drink.

“Thanks for letting us know, Hansol. You can go back down if you want.”

“Okay. I haven’t told Cheol yet; he can’t really talk on the phone and I figured a text would just freak him out.”

Wonwoo nodded. “Smart.”

Hansol left them to it and went back downstairs, relieved to find the shop empty. He planted himself back on his stool and reached for his phone.

[Sent, 2:02pm] Still kickin’

[Received: Seungcheol, 2:03pm] Good to hear

The rest of the day was uneventful, with Seungcheol and Mikyung returning just as Hansol was closing up. He greeted them both politely, not knowing if he should talk to Seungcheol or not. They walked past him and went upstairs without any conversation, and Hansol was about to leave without saying goodbye when he got a text.

[Received: Seungcheol, 5:07pm] I’ll be down in a minute, can you wait for me?

[Sent, 5:07pm] Sure

Seungcheol came down the stairs a few minutes later, carrying a duffel bag.

“Hope you don’t mind me crashing at yours? Mingyu said he could handle things for a night. I think they want the room to themselves.”

Hansol raised his brows. “With her in the next room?”

Seungcheol shrugged, giving Hansol a brief kiss. “They can be quiet if they really want to.”

Hansol laughed, opening the door and letting Seungcheol step out before him. “Sure, Jan.”

They held hands as they walked back to the dorms, talking lightly and avoiding big subjects. When they got to Hansol’s room, it was a mess from Mingyu that morning. The duvet was on the floor and there was crumpled up toilet paper littered around the floor. The empty cups of noodles were still on the desk.

Hansol closed the door behind them and put his backpack on his desk, collapsing on the bed. “He produces so much snot, you wouldn’t believe.”

Seungcheol placed his bag by the door and navigated his way to the bed, falling onto it next to Hansol. “He had a cold for two weeks last year. It was hell.”

Hansol winced. “I can imagine.”

Seungcheol propped himself up on his elbows and looked around the room. “This is pretty impressive, though. How’d the duvet get on the floor?”

Hansol shrugged. “It’s all a blur of tears and tissues.”

Seungcheol laughed. “They seemed okay when I was up there before. Mind you I wasn’t there for long.”

“They’re okay, I talked to them for a bit when they were sitting on the balcony holding hands and cuddling.”

“What a relief. I can deal with me and Wonwoo fighting, but I don’t know how to deal with them fighting.”

Hansol got up from the bed and started collecting the pieces of toilet paper into the small bin he kept under his desk. “Have they not fought before?”

“Not really. Mingyu gets frustrated with Wonwoo sometimes, but they don’t have big fights like me and Wonwoo do.”

When he had picked up all the toiler paper, Hansol put the bin back under his desk and picked up the duvet. Seungcheol moved up the bed as Hansol spread the duvet out over him, then lying face down on the bed himself.

“I didn’t think you and Wonwoo fought.”

Seungcheol laughed. “We fight a lot. They’re big fights, but they’re never serious, you know? Like at the end of the day we still love each other so it’s never too serious.”

“Like siblings?”

“Yeah, I don’t have any but I imagine that’s what it’s like.”

Hansol put his head on Seungcheol’s chest, draping an arm over his torso. “Me and my sister fight heaps, but we don’t even have to apologise for the argument to be over. You have the fight, you yell at each other, you storm off, then you tell them a joke five minutes later and everything’s fine.”

“Sounds about right.” Seungcheol pulled Hansol closer to him and kissed the top of his head. “Sorry all of this is going on, I know it’s a lot to handle.”

Hansol shook his head. “It’s okay, I’m more worried about you lot. I’m doing fine.”

Seungcheol pulled Hansol into his lap, circling his arms around him and forming a sort of protective shell. Hansol froze, trying to figure out what was going on, only speaking when Seungcheol started sniffling.

“Cheol?”

“Mm?”

“What are you doing?”

“I think I’m protecting you?”

Hansol shifted a little. “From what?”

“Everything,” his voice was ragged and he sniffed again.

Hansol sat up, forcing Seungcheol to uncurl from around him. When Hansol saw his face, it was wet with a steady stream of tears, his eyes bloodshot and his lip trembling. Hansol placed his hands either side of his face.

“Cheol, what’s wrong?”

Seungcheol closed his eyes and held his breath.

“Baby?”

With that, Seungcheol collapsed forwards onto Hansol’s chest and started to wail, his whole body heaving. Hansol repositioned them so that he was lying on his side, cradling Seungcheol in his arms and playing with his hair. Seungcheol’s body was limp, his sobs taking control of his muscles.

Hansol made a hushing sound and kissed Seungcheol’s hair. “It’s okay, get it out, I’ll wait, you’re okay.” He repeated this like a mantra as Seungcheol cried until he couldn’t cry anymore.

When he was done, Seungcheol rolled to lie on his back. Hansol reached for what was left of the toilet roll and passed it to Seungcheol, who used it to blow his nose and mop up his tears.

“Cheol, what happened?”

Seungcheol sighed in a way that indicated he wanted to keep crying but had used up all his energy. “It’s a long story.”

“We have all night, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

“It’s just,” he held his breath again, “it’s been three years today.”

Hansol shuffled closer and slung his arm of Seungcheol’s torso. “Three years since what?”

“Since Hanbin.”

Hansol frowned, trying to remember if Seungcheol had mentioned the name before. “Who’s Hanbin?”

Seungcheol closed his eyes, dislodging a tear that ran into his hairline. “He was my boyfriend.”

This threw Hansol, because Seungcheol had never mentioned any past boyfriends. Although he supposed it shouldn’t have surprised him, as he knew that Seungcheol had experience.

He lightly kissed Seungcheol’s shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. Yes. I mean,” he sighed, “I know I should, but it hurts.”

Hansol rubbed his stomach in a way he hoped was soothing. “Take your time, I’ll be here.”

It was a while before Seungcheol spoke, and he opened and closed his mouth several times before he finally started.

“Hanbin and I pretty much grew up together, like our parents were friends. Wanted us to be each others best man or whatever. But,” he furrowed his brows, “I don’t know how it happened, it just kinda did.”

“What, you two dating?”

“Yeah, you know he was my best friend and my first kiss when we were like eight. We were too young to know it wasn’t normal and we spent pretty much all our time together and held hands and shared beds. I think we were fifteen when we realised we were in love. Pretty soon after that we figured out we weren’t allowed to be.”

Hansol’s hand moved up to Seungcheol’s chest and he started to draw shapes. “That must’ve been scary.”

“Terrifying. You’ve met Mikyung; pretty much everyone in our town’s like that. We had to be careful and hide it. Of course we told Wonwoo, because he was in our group of three and it didn’t seem fair to keep it from him. That was scary at the time.”

“But it was fine right? I mean judging by the fact you live together with his boyfriend.”

Seungcheol laughed weakly. “Yeah, he cried and thanked us because he’d wanted to come out for a few years but was too scared. So we were a happy, gay little trio.” He took a deep breath. “Then Wonwoo came out to his mum and got sent to conversion therapy and it was just the two of us, which was weird for a while. But he came back, and he was different but he was still Wonwoo, so it was fine.”

Hansol did the maths in his head. “So we’re up to four years ago, right?”

“Yeah.”

Hansol kissed his shoulder again. “You don’t have to rush.”

“Thanks, it’s okay. So the three of us were still friends, all hiding in the closet together. But we figured we could go to the same university all of us together and that way we wouldn’t have to hide from anyone, be away from our parents and just be gay freely.”

Hansol was about to ask if he had met Hanbin, but Seungcheol continued.

“Those first three months were so good.” He was smiling wide, looking up at the ceiling. “We were nineteen and gay and in love and it felt like we had everything figured out. Everything was good.

“This was back in the early days of The Shop, before it was even The Shop; we were just selling out of our pockets. Wonwoo was still running errands like he is now, because he’s a scary looking guy and we all know I’m too soft. But then Mikyung came to visit and they went out for lunch and there was something on the other side of town.” He thought for a moment, Hansol still tracing shapes on his chest. “I don’t even remember what it was, but Wonwoo was still out and Hanbin,” his voice faltered and he cleared his throat. “Hanbin said he would do it.

“I tried to stop him, tell him I could go or we could wait for Wonwoo, but he told me to stop worrying.” He sighed, shutting his eyes. “I’m so glad I told him I loved him. I’m so glad I did that because.” He held his breath and let it out, holding it again then letting it out. “He died.”

Hansol felt himself start to cry, simply upset by seeing Seungcheol so distraught. “Cheol, I’m so sorry that’s, that’s fucking awful.”

Seungcheol finally turned his head and looked at Hansol, his voice just a ragged whisper. “I had to lie to his parents. I had to tell them that he was just my friend, that he was caught in the crossfire of something we didn’t know about. In my eulogy, I couldn’t even say that I was in love with him. I had to lie even after he died.”

Hansol placed his hand softly on Seungcheol’s cheek, wiping at his tears as Seungcheol melted into the touch. “You blame yourself.”

He already knew the answer, but that did little to stop the breaking of his heart as Seungcheol nodded.

“You shouldn’t – don’t interrupt me – you shouldn’t blame yourself. I know you do and it’s hard and you can’t get rid of that survivor’s guilt, but you couldn’t have done anything.”

“I could’ve gone instead, it could’ve been me.”

“But then I wouldn’t have met you,” Hansol’s voice was wavering. “I wouldn’t have met you and I wouldn’t have –” he bit his lip but finished his sentence. “I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.”

Seungcheol sniffed loudly. “You’ve fallen in love with me?”

“Well, yeah I mean.” He felt heat creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks. “I kinda thought we both had. You said it on the phone today.”

Seungcheol turned onto his side, taking both of Hansol’s hands in his. “Don’t, don’t. I do love you.” He pressed their kips together several times. “I do I do I was just scared you didn’t love me.”

Hansol giggled against his lips. “Of course I love you, don’t be ridiculous.”

They let one of the kisses last a bit longer before Hansol pulled away. “I’m really sorry about Hanbin.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“It wasn’t yours, either.”

Seungcheol opened his mouth but thought better and just smiled. “Thank you.”

“I’ll try to stop telling you not to worry so much.”

Seungcheol breathed out hard, his breath warm on Hansol’s face. “Thank you.”

“You need food and rest,” Hansol said, rolling off the bed and going to get some cup noodles from the cupboard.

When they had finished their noodles, they put the cups next to the ones from the previous night. They didn’t bother changing as they got under the covers.

Seungcheol held Hansol against his chest and kissed him just behind his ear. “I love you so much.”

Hansol squeezed his hand as their fingers intertwined. “I love you too, Cheol.”

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