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gift of the jinmo

a gift for elle @minflix! I hope you will accept this humble offering as a sign of my friendship. c is the oc from tip143 (it was too challenging to write around her name).

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Just so you know Cee I called the Donald trump voter fraud hotline said “y’all hear some tootin” and hung up. YOU inspired this cee thank you.

KHASHDKJDFHKJADAS LMAOOOO

not all heroes wear capes  

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good decisions (m)

so, uh...I wrote some smut. never thought I could/would, but...here we are, I guess? didn’t really know what to do with it, so I’m just gonna...place it here and back away slowly. not really edited b/c I’ll never figure out where paragraph breaks go and I can’t let go of my commas; also the more I read it the worse it gets and I just want to throw it out of the window. (me: look at it but also look away??)

As life-altering decisions went, it had been surprisingly easy. Neither of them liked using the word “convenient.” Logical, maybe. Fortuitous, even.

Their mothers had set them up, of course, although they had both insisted that there was absolutely no pressure for them to see it as anything other than their first meeting as future business partners.

(“You know that I would never, ever pin your future on a man,” her mother had said fiercely, a trace of old wounds bitter on her tongue. “The company is yours no matter what, and we both know that you’re smart enough and strong enough to run it on your own once we step down.”)

They were not-quite strangers and not-quite friends, acquaintances by default who had only met a handful of times. The last time they had seen each other was years ago, when she’d been in grad school and he was still raising capital for his startup. Their mothers had sat them down to make a deal—a hefty investment in his company in exchange for her eventual takeover as CEO. Neither of them had actually been worried about a power struggle—if anything, both of their children seemed intent on forging their own paths without their parents’ help—but a shrewd businesswoman (and a protective mother) leaves no loose ends.

The date-meeting had gone well, both of them approaching it with open minds and an inevitable, unspoken pragmatism. She didn’t expect that he’d be so boyish and fun; he finally saw the sweetness and sharp sense of humor that he’d only gotten glimpses of before. One date led to another, and although there weren’t fireworks between them, there was enough of a spark to build a life on.

They’d discussed it over takeout, sitting on the floor of his living room. The official handover was happening in three months—a bit tight, but enough time to plan a wedding. Married, they’d present a united front to eagle-eyed board members and business rivals alike. Plus, he’d smiled crookedly, their moms would be happy.

It made sense. They weren’t in love, no, but they had mutual respect, trust, and affection between them, and it was more than either set of their parents had. So they’d gotten married and moved in together, existing somewhere in the space between friendship and dating. Everything had pretty much fallen in place: facing the vultures had been easier with rings on their fingers, and though dating after getting married was something their friends didn’t quite understand, it worked surprisingly well for them.

So as decisions go, it wasn’t half bad. Especially when it had led them, months later, to this moment: him propped against the headboard with her cradled in the crook of his right arm, her legs resting across his lap as two fingers of his left hand moved languidly between her thighs.

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Weakly, she fisted the crisp fabric at his chest, letting out a soft, “Ngh!”

He slid his right hand under the hem of her shirt—his, really, a white button-down, worn out and soft from too many washings—to brush gentle strokes up and down her abdomen. “You wanna come, baby?”

She nodded with her eyes clenched shut, burrowing deeper into the comfort of his arms as her hips rocked slowly into his palm.

He pressed a kiss to the furrow between her eyebrows, carefully moving his thumb to her clit. At the first pass of his thumb, she jolted, another soft noise escaping her. He soothed her, the hand on her torso stilling just below her breasts to hold her in place. “You’re doing so good. So, so good. I’ve got you, baby, it’s okay.”

Lowering his head, he licked into her mouth. These kinds of kisses—slow, melting kisses that left wetness on mouth corners and lipstick smears on cupid’s bows—were a recent development, an overwhelming indulgence that was quickly becoming an addiction.

Everything was sticky—their mouths, her thighs, his hands—and it felt so good. His thumb rubbed figure-eights into her clit and she gasped, a quiet puff of air, into his mouth.

He chuckled softly, moving his lips up her jaw to the space behind her ear that always made her shiver, laving a wide curve with the heat of his tongue. Her breath hitched as he blew a cool breath against the wet spot that he left, eyes opening to stare at him pleadingly. In. Out. In. Out. An emptiness she didn’t know she felt, nerve endings inside and out set ablaze.

He loved it. Loved the way she pressed closer, loved the dazed pucker of her lips against the hollow of his throat, loved the slick sounds of her arousal and the soft noises that she made. The hand on her ribcage slid upward to cup her breast, thumb and index finger coming together to pinch her nipple and pull gently.

“Hnh!” Her gaze flew to her chest, the fabric hiding her view of everything but the outline of his hand as he did the same to her other breast.

“So sensitive.” His voice was husky in her ear, deep, deep, deep, doing things to her insides. The thumb on her clit slowed, then stopped. Carefully, he scraped his nail against the engorged nub. She let out a surprised huff, hips bucking. “My wife is so fucking hot.”

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She felt so swollen, clit, lips, entire mound puffy and flushed with blood.

He replaced his thumb with the heel of his hand, grinding harder against her. Her breaths came faster, hitching in her throat as she chased the friction against her clit.

“Look at this, baby,” he crooned. “Look at how perfectly your breast fits in my hand. Look at how I can cup your whole pussy in my palm.”

Her thighs clamped shut around his wrist as she came, the muscles in her stomach contracting so hard that she curled into herself, locking her in place as tremors shook her body. Slowly, she unclenched, only for another spasm to hit her. It came and went in waves, gradually weakening to slow, rhythmic pulses as she shivered against his chest, eyes squeezed shut.

Her body now lax, he pulled his fingers from her heat and gently ran them across her entrance, playing with the wetness there. She made a soft protest, her own hand coming down to cover his and pull him away. He acquiesced, dragging a trail of slick up her body as he brought their joined hands up to her abdomen. Pride and possessiveness ripped through him as he contemplated her dainty hand covering his, their wedding rings nestled next to each other.

“Tired?” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“No. Just…” Her legs shifted in his lap. “…sticky.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” He pressed kisses to her eyelids until she blinked up at him. “Think you can sit up for me, baby?”

At her nod, he guided her to straddle his lap. Deftly, he undid her buttons and removed her shirt, discarding it over the edge of the bed. A soft tug at his shirt got his attention.

“You, too,” she said, blushing. “Off.”

He flashed her a teasing smile. “Anything you want, baby.”

The top buttons of his shirt were already undone, so he tugged it up and over his head, tossing it away. Placing one large hand on her thigh to stabilize her, he leaned over to rummage in his nightstand. She took the opportunity to admire the newly exposed skin, fingertips skimming over his broad chest and the ridges of his abdomen. What a beautiful man.

The muscles shifted as he turned back to her. He had a towel in his hand—one that she recognized. It was part of a set that they’d purchased as a joke after a long day of furniture shopping and wedding planning. The towels had been the coarsest, cheapest things in the store, and they had giggled when they tossed them into the cart. They’d even gotten them monogrammed, a wedding gift to themselves. Something frivolous to curb the impetuous urges they’d resisted all day.

The towel was rolled up along the short edge, and her eyebrows drew together as she wondered why. He kept it in his grip as his hand slid from her thigh up to the globe of her ass, coaxing her up onto her knees. Her hands found his shoulders for support as he dragged the towel against her inner thighs, making her shiver at the scratchiness. Then, ever-so-slowly, he pressed it to her center.

“Look at me,” he said softly, waiting until she made eye contact with him. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Maintaining eye contact with her, he moved his hands to either end of the towel and began dragging it back and forth. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as pleasure shot through her, the roughness of the fabric stimulating her clit.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He leaned forward to suck at her nipple.

Her eyes closed, head tilting back. “Y-yeah.”

“Close your legs a little more.” She shuffled to obey. The compression made the fabric press harder against the sensitive skin of her core and thighs. He made the feeling even more devastating by pulling the ends of the towel higher, abandoning his slow sawing to draw tight U-shapes against her body.

“So wet.” His eyes were glued to the space between her legs and the growing damp spot on the towel. “You want me to go faster?”

“Please,” she breathed. She was building to a smaller peak this time, a faster rush to a little death. Her head dropped to the crook of his neck as her hips began tentatively moving against his rhythm, tilting forward as he dragged the towel back.

“Ah!” An unconscious effort to alleviate the burn beginning in her thighs made her slip lower over his lap, but his strong grip kept the towel where it was, now motionless against her core and digging deep into all the right places.

He pulled away, grinning. “Why don’t you sit down, baby?”

Gingerly, she set herself down over the vee of his legs. He repositioned the towel and, with the new leverage, pulled it even higher against her. The drag was even harsher at this angle, pulling soft pants from her lips.

Her orgasm came as a shudder down her spine as she clung to him, three breathy little moans against his ear. When it was over, he caught her lips with his, coaxing them open so that he could suck teasingly at her tongue. She rested her head on his shoulder when he pulled away, watching as he unrolled the towel and brought it up to his nose. The heavy musk of her arousal filled his senses.

“Fuck, you smell delicious. Next time, I’m going to taste you.” He brought a hand to his crotch, grip harsh around the outline of his erection as he began stroking up and down.

Gentle fingers pulled his hand away. “Let me.”

She sat back on her heels, hands at his waistband. There was something unbelievably erotic about the sight of her fingers carefully undoing the fly of his slacks. He watched with half-lidded eyes as she slipped her hand into the opening and pulled out his cock.

It was rigid and heavy in her hand, smooth skin stretched over steel. A sigh of satisfaction left her lips. So pretty. So big. So hard. And all hers. She tested the weight, moving her hand over and around the length of him. Her breasts prickled as hot-cold shivers of arousal ran up and down her spine.

“Your nipples just got so tight, baby. Does it turn you on to know that you got me so hard?” His hand went to her breast, thumb flicking the pebbled tip. “Wanna suck on these pretty little things again.”

She sighed again, eyes fluttering closed before pulling away from his touch.

“Later,” she said breathily.

A coquettish smile teased across her lips as she picked up the discarded towel. She made a show of draping it over his cock, tucking the ends neatly around him. Her fist worked up and down as she stroked him through the fabric.

Parts of the towel were still wet with her arousal; other parts were drying and already stiff. The contrasting textures combined with the heat of her perfect fist were maddening. He growled, a low, guttural noise that came from deep in his chest.

Drawn to the noise, she pressed a kiss over his diaphragm, tongue darting out to taste the skin there. His cock twitched in her hold. Unhurriedly, she trailed kisses and kitten licks across his torso, down to where the edge of the towel covered his lap. She mouthed against his lower abs and licked into his bellybutton, leaving a trail of her saliva across his abdomen.

It glistened in the light, making him swear. He loved having her wetness on him. A vision of a thicker fluid against his skin made him grunt as he pictured her grinding her pussy frantically against his stomach. He wanted all the wet she had to give—the want in her mouth, the slick from her cunt, the cream of her orgasms, the saltwater of her pleasure-tears—on his tongue and all over his body. He wanted to lick her all over, smear the musk of their sweat together, cover her inside and out with his cum. He wanted both of their bodies slippery with sex, sliding against each other endlessly as he fucked her over and over and over again.

Plush lips caught his upper lip and tugged. She kissed him lazily for a few moments before tilting her head to nudge his lips open. Her tongue lapped carefully at his, sipping at his taste as the desire that had gathered in their mouths began to intermingle.

A large hand cradled her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek as the soft suction of their lips gave way. His other hand reached to interlace with hers, pulling it away from his cock.

“Get it wetter.” His voice was a low rumble as he pressed a kiss to the back of her fingers.

She tilted her head, giving him a questioning look.

“Sit on it, baby.” Hands at her waist urged her down.

She inhaled sharply at the feeling of his cock against her pussy. Even through the towel, she could feel its heat, its unyielding hardness against the soft give of her center. He palmed the globe of her ass, guiding her into a slow rock against him. Once she settled into the rhythm, he began thrusting against her.

Her breasts were aching and needy. Seeking relief, she pressed closer to him, hands at his shoulders pulling him in until her hard nipples dragged against his chest with every thrust.

The flimsy fabric barrier between them scrunched up more and more until the bottom half of his cock was uncovered and sliding bare against her slit. A calculated thrust had the head catching on her opening, and she froze.

Licking a stripe up her neck, he thrust against the same spot. Once. Twice. Three times.

She moaned.

“You like that, baby?” He was panting now.

Nodding, she wiggled her hips, trying to get him to do it again.

“I’ll make it even better.” The hand on her ass slid lower. An elegant finger hooked against her entrance, pulling her open. He thrust again.

Her breath caught, and he cursed as the rim of her pussy tightened around his cockhead.

His breathing was ragged, piercing the quiet of their bedroom as her airy gasps filled his ear. They were drunk on lust, a haze of pleasure soaking into their pores and overwhelming their senses as their bodies moved together.

A wrecked little noise left her lips, and he growled in response.

“You can do it, baby.” His voice was gravel now. “Make a mess all over my lap.”

He brought his thumb and forefinger to her clit, pinching and rubbing in the same motion.

“Ah!” She convulsed against him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, desperately trying to anchor herself as her orgasm buffeted her. He felt her pussy swell and bloom around his fingertip. The bud hidden deep within her folds was emerging, unfurling to release a rivulet of creamy liquid.

“Yesssss,” he hissed at the feeling of her cum trickling onto his cock. His hips thrust harder, picking up speed as he felt his balls get impossibly tighter and heavier. She moaned with pleasure as he jostled her in his lap.

With one last savage thrust, he came. There was so much of it, spilling all over her pussy and some getting caught inside. Her hips bucked at the feeling, and she moaned softly as he slumped against the headboard.

After taking a few moments to catch his breath, he reared up again. A look of concentration overtook his features as he gently toppled her over onto the bed. Leaning over her, he slid his fingers over her folds, gathering as much of his semen and her cream as he could. He pushed it all into her, pressing hard against her sweet spot until her eyes rolled back and she shoved his hand away.

“Stop that,” she pouted.

Unable to resist, he nipped at her full bottom lip. He played innocent. “Stop what?”

“You’re seducing me again.” She was a vision—skin flushed, lips kiss-swollen, hair a mess around her head. If anything, she was seducing him.

“Is it working?” His hand came to cup her center as he bit teasingly at her collarbone. “Are you feeling empty here, baby? Does your pretty pussy ache?”

Somehow, despite how sensitive she was, his deep voice lit a flicker of interest. The reasonable part of her brain squashed it. “It’s going to if you keep going. And not in a good way.”

“Sorry, dear.” He feigned repentance before grinning rakishly. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Her eyes widened comically. “Oh no…I married a sex god.”

Laughing, he collapsed next to her. His arm came around her to pull her into his chest. She slid a leg between his and a hand over his heart.

“Bath and then nap?” he suggested.

“Bath and then food and then nap,” she negotiated.

“Bath, nap, then food, and I’ll change the sheets while you fill the tub.”

“Deal.”

Actually, marriage had been an excellent decision.

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ahh, I missed so much while I was away! I’m super late with this comment, but you already know the gist--that I loved this. :( please enjoy this stream-of-consciousness rambling in response.

rereading the first part, I noticed a few new things that I had sped through before, like that hoseok follows both heize and yoongi. I wonder if he follows them because of oc or if he just stumbled upon them and liked their art styles. especially interested in whether or not he admires yoongi’s work from afar--I can just imagine hoseok being super enthusiastic at their first meeting (“I’m a big fan of your work!”) and yoongi either being jealous and sulky or embarrassed about all of the mean thoughts he’s had about this guy who seems to genuinely want to be his friend. also the fact that yoongi’s favorite tattoo by oc is of cherries--is this a tip143 reference?? and I can’t believe that dean and seokjin both found out about the bathroom and stood by in makeshift hazmat suits as yoongi cleaned hahahaha. seokjin and yoongi being best friends since preschool is sooo cute, as is the fact that seokjin still goes on neopets every day to play snowmuncher. I love dorky hot tattoo artist seokjin. :( also wondering who yoongi’s flaky client is and whether or not they’ll play a role in the rest of the story.

it’s so interesting that everyone /knows/ about their relationship even though it seems like kind of a secret at the same time? WHY are they both idiots. 

all of the cameos from your other fics are so cute and I love seeing them being so happy and in love and thriving!!! (and seokjin’s evil twin brother thing omg)

this fic is giving me tip143 vibes in that somehow you’ve made a kiss on the cheek the most squeal-inducing part of this chapter??? hopefully yoongi turns up the boyfriendness and wins over oc again. 

I remember you making a post about each character’s art style but I can’t find it anymore. :( really wondering how their personalities translate to their art, especially the characters that we haven’t seen as much of yet like heize, seokjin, zico, yerin, etc.

I’m also sooo excited for a potential hoseok spinoff. mina sounds so sweet, and her best friend’s description gives off super cute “me angy” vibes. 

anyways ily <3 hope you are staying safe and healthy!!

come over — part 1.

pairing— min yoongi x reader  

genre— tattoo artists!yoongi & reader, smut, comedy, fluff

warnings— sexting, phonesex, rough sex, dirty talk (slight degradation) unprotected sex, creampie & cumplay

word count— 14k

about— When Yoongi’s fellow tattoo studio mate/friends with benefits/girl he is in love with comes back home from a month-long tattoo guest spot abroad, she starts acting weird and cold towards him.

So it’s up to Yoongi to show her how much he really missed her — one mind-blowing orgasm at a time.

Sundays are always Yoongi’s Don’t-Fucking-Bother-Me-I’m-Arting days, when he holes up at home and has his phone on silent to just sit down with his favorite cup of tea and his well-loved sketchbook and draws all day. If you do bother with a call or text that day, you better be at the ER.

It’s pretty easy for Yoongi to stay away from social media for a full day. He has never been one of those people who are constantly on their phones; tweeting, instagramming, snapchatting, tiking + toking and whatever the fuck else new apps other people wastes all their time on. He can confidently say he can live without it all — And yet…

Today he has been refreshing and checking all of those apps constantly. It’s already half past noon and he should have at least finished three of his custom tattoo request pieces, should have already sent the first sketches to his clients to get feedback, but he has been so distracted that he is still working on the first one. The Palomina Blackwing pencil is once again placed down on his table just so he can pick up his phone to check SnapChat and Instagram for the 50 th time that hour. 

Yoongi sighs heavily, slumping back on his chair when he doesn’t see the updates he has been waiting for. At this point, he might as well just do fuck all and twiddle his thumbs until he gets the update that has him completely distracted to do anything else. 

He glances to the side, catching sight of the small soft brown lop bunny hopping around in his room happily. He stands up to walk over to it, squatting down to tenderly scratch at the top of the bunny’s head. “She sure likes to keep us on our toes, huh, Mocha?”

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IF YOU’RE SHORT ON CASH, HERE’S ANOTHER WAY TO DONATE TO BLM WHILE BROWSING THE INTERNET:

There’s an extension called Tab for a Cause that donates money to charity every time you open a new tab (on Chrome or Firefox).

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There are a few charities that are always available for donations, but Tab for a Cause also “spotlights” a new charity every month – and starting today (June 2), in support of the BLM movement, the spotlighted charity is the NAACP Legal Defense Fund.

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That said, if there is somehow something standing in your way, you can still help by boosting this post like crazy – I’m not a big blog, so every share counts. Otherwise, please take 30 seconds and install Tab for a Cause by clicking this link or typing tab.gladly.io into your search bar.

(By the way, that if you use the specific link in this post, it’ll register as a referral for me, which will give me 250 bonus hearts to donate to NAACP… just saying.)

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HOW TO DONATE TO BLM WHEN YOU HAVE NO MONEY

a black woman named zoe amira posted a video on youtube. this video is an hour long and filled with art and music from black creators. it has a ton of ads, and in result will rack up a ton of revenue. 100% of the ad revenue from the video will be dispersed between various blm organizations, including bail-out funds for protesters. it will be split between the following, dependent on necessity

brooklyn bail fund

minnesota freedom fund

atlanta action network

columbus freedom fund

louisville community bail fund

chicago bond

black visions collective

richmond community bail fund

the bail project inc

nw com bail fund

philadelphia bail fund

the korchhinski-parquet family gofundme

george floyd’s family gofundme

blacklivesmatter.com

reclaim the block

aclu

turn off your adblocker and put the video on repeat. do not skip ads. let it play on loop whether you’re listening or not. mute the tab if you need to focus elsewhere. but let. it. play.

youtube will donate to blm for you.

please, please reblog. for people who don’t have money to spare, this is incredibly important information to have.

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ooh if her fiance is a lot like her, I can see them breaking things off because they’re too similar (like they both realize they need time to be independent or they realize that they don’t balance each other out enough to be life partners) and staying friends after the breakup. I also rescind my kyungsoo suggestion hahaha.

I thought of another song today that I thought would fit--���fresh roses” by juke ross. I think there’s a lot of ways to interpret it that could describe oc’s relationship to her fiance/yoongi, but also potentially to her relationship to herself. 

and oc trying to set yoongi up on a bunch of blind dates sounds so cute omg.

TIP 143 - PART 5. (FINALE)

pairing— jung hoseok x reader   genre— camboy/camgirl au, friends to lovers, smut, comedy, fluff, slight angst word count— 14k+ about— Even though he is everything you find attractive in a man, your friend and co-worker Jung Hoseok is just exactly that - a friend and co-worker. For some reason, you have never found yourself attracted to him even though all the girls and guys around you go absolutely crazy for him.

But that all changes for you one night while scrolling through Heart2Heart, a sex live cam website…

Author’s Note: here we go!! this is the last part of TIP 143, and i can’t believe it became such a monster of a fic that is now ending at 87k wc (like what?!?!) when i first thought it was just going to be a simple pwp!! it’s all thanks to all the lovely support you guys gave me, i’m so grateful for that and ily all 🥺💕! i hope you all enjoy :’)

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ah, it’s so great that you learn additional languages in elementary school! at least you have some basis in it, even if you don’t feel comfortable speaking it.

you are so right that your friends always see a guy’s faults before you do (at least if you have judgmental friends). I know this is a FACT because I am the judgmental friend. HAH.

in terms of the fiance situation, first of all, I feel like oc’s fiance should be someone nice. :( I don’t really have any kpop crushes, but maybe someone who has a similar energy to yoongi? maybe kyungsoo from exo? he’s got the same quiet, sort of dangerous but also gentle energy. (this is a very casual suggestion haha.)

as for the reason for their breakup, I soooo agree!! I remember watching a drama (“in time with you”) where the female lead finally realizes that she shouldn’t marry the second lead, and when she goes to call off the wedding, she finds him cheating on her. what is the point?? where is the CHARACTER GROWTH??

there are plenty of reasons why people might end an engagement, but I think potential reasons really depend on 1. when you anticipate it happening in the story and 2. what is the impact on the rest of the story. for example, maybe they decide to live together and realize that their lifestyles are just not compatible (impact on the rest of the story: pretty minimal). or there’s an issue with their families not getting along (classic parents-in-law not approving or being too demanding, or a spicier version: oc’s parents thinking she’s making a mistake/wanting her to be with yoongi) (impact on the rest of the story: potentially pretty mild depending on if you go the spicy route). or they realize they are at different places in their lives/have different opinions about important things (ex. whether and when to have kids) (impact level: potentially also pretty mild depending on when it happens in the story). or even them realizing that they view each other more as platonic soulmates than romantic ones.

then there are the more soul-searching/complicated routes, ex. oc starts questioning whether it is fair for herself or her fiance to “settle,” oc finding an old journal/letter/memento that makes her feel like the decision to get married isn’t being true to herself or her feelings, oc questioning whether she’s getting married just because it feels like “the right thing to do at her age,” or even oc eschewing the whole “needing a life partner to live happily” thing--and I can see oc being single but not wanting to mingle (sexy, free, and single, I’m ready to bingle??) being a big hurdle in yoongi’s pursuit. 

if you want to discuss further, you know I love a good brainstorm. :D

love you!!!

TIP 143 - PART 5. (FINALE)

pairing— jung hoseok x reader   genre— camboy/camgirl au, friends to lovers, smut, comedy, fluff, slight angst word count— 14k+ about— Even though he is everything you find attractive in a man, your friend and co-worker Jung Hoseok is just exactly that - a friend and co-worker. For some reason, you have never found yourself attracted to him even though all the girls and guys around you go absolutely crazy for him.

But that all changes for you one night while scrolling through Heart2Heart, a sex live cam website…

Author’s Note: here we go!! this is the last part of TIP 143, and i can’t believe it became such a monster of a fic that is now ending at 87k wc (like what?!?!) when i first thought it was just going to be a simple pwp!! it’s all thanks to all the lovely support you guys gave me, i’m so grateful for that and ily all 🥺💕! i hope you all enjoy :’)

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHH (spoilers under the cut)

first, an unrelated topic: listened to the songs you recommended and they are both so sweet-sounding (I did not understand them but they sounded nice hahaha. do you speak french?).

next, my thoughts on the finale: you gave me things that I did not think I needed, like lucas’s cameo, the yoongi/best friend scene, and THE GROUPCHAT OF GIRL LOVE!

when I first started reading hoseok’s dream, I thought it sounded a little off but kind of just shrugged it off (like oc completely forgetting hoseok...I was like, okay, that’s weird, but maybe she’s just really excited?). I was actually going to ask if lucas became friends with yoongi over the stream and then somehow became his driver hahahaha. 

oc wearing hoseok’s leather jacket to the concert and using it as a safety blanket. <3 and yoongi’s best friend being so sweet and friendly with the girls made me feel all warm inside. although I was super relieved that nothing happened between oc and yoongi, I found their interaction really nice and I hope they keep in touch (platonically) in the future (especially if she and hoseok can push him to go after the girl he loves!).

the yoongi/best friend scene was so tantalizing. so telling that she keeps him grounded and has his best interests at heart (like telling him to stop smoking >:(). I wonder what her terrible seventh grade nickname was. and what happened to her always having a boyfriend but never actually being that into them??? how did she end up engaged?? please, let’s discuss.

I was so excited when I read that hoseok had been having a classic teen movie night with the love club. it was even sweeter when it turned out that they were doing it to take down mean twitter threads and to cheer up hoseok. and that roa and sooyoung were part of it, too! roa’s taemin meme made me laugh--I’m pretty sure I’ve seen that clip before, but at the same time, I was surprised? I guess I forgot that happened hahaha.

sooyoung is a good friend, and her weirdly specific experience with that one awful guy makes me sad for her. :( I hope that she and hyuna hit it off.

sana’s threat to send her poop was so unexpected and such a wholesome threat. I love everything about this entire scene because of all of the fun characters and how loyal they are to each other.

I can’t believe oc used to be attracted to taehyung, but it also is a great throwback to the first chapter (when he asks her if he’s objectively the best looking guy working at the juicery) and to when she and hoseok go to boss juice and she realizes that lucas reminds her of taehyung (and hoseok thinks that taehyung is better looking). 

overly excited roa is so cute. :(

as for hoseok’s camshow and his confession, ahh! finally, it happened! never imagined that a boner would be so romantic. HAH. (also wondering if yoongi is watching and, if so, what lines hoseok said might have inspired him to not give up and try to win over his best friend.) I love that lucas ships them!! 

and oc’s tip!! the moment we’ve all been waiting for!!!! the moment for which this story was named!! I literally read it, went past it, paused, processed, then scrolled up frantically again to see it again.

hoseok thinking that they were already dating makes sense but also doesn’t make sense at the same time. why are boys so bad at communicating?? (gross overgeneralization, I know.)

I ALSO SAW THE UPDATE TO YOUR MASTERLIST--an epilogue??? I was ready to be sad but now I’m so hyped!!

TIP 143 - PART 5. (FINALE)

pairing— jung hoseok x reader   genre— camboy/camgirl au, friends to lovers, smut, comedy, fluff, slight angst word count— 14k+ about— Even though he is everything you find attractive in a man, your friend and co-worker Jung Hoseok is just exactly that - a friend and co-worker. For some reason, you have never found yourself attracted to him even though all the girls and guys around you go absolutely crazy for him.

But that all changes for you one night while scrolling through Heart2Heart, a sex live cam website…

Author’s Note: here we go!! this is the last part of TIP 143, and i can’t believe it became such a monster of a fic that is now ending at 87k wc (like what?!?!) when i first thought it was just going to be a simple pwp!! it’s all thanks to all the lovely support you guys gave me, i’m so grateful for that and ily all 🥺💕! i hope you all enjoy :’)

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ok so normally I would send you some asks (after all, how can I maintain my detective anon title if I am not, in fact, sending anons?), but I have too many things to say and don’t want to risk my asks being eaten. :( (ALSO I saw that the last chapter of Tip143 is out and I MUST go read it ASAP.)

thank you for the song recs! I’m adding them to my playlist to listen to tomorrow <3 linking the performances I liked at the very bottom for space reasons.

yay for hyuna finally accepting hoseok! not having the jinmo + taehyung moment is fine (although I will ALWAYS be frothing at the mouth for bonus drabbles/deleted scenes). 

thank you for letting me be a part of this journey!! thank you for indulging all of my asks and giving all those extra bits of scenes and information (and for humoring the jinmo fic!). and I hope that you don’t misunderstand--my support and love for you extends beyond just tip143!! if you ever want another fanfic of your fanfic LET ME KNOW hahaha.

I’m also so honored/pleased that you named the yoongi spinoff “day 1″! and what is this “fiance shituation”?????

I’ll be back soon, either in your inbox or with another reblog, after I have read the last chapter and can properly process my emotions. (I’m simultaneously super excited and also super sad that it’ll be over. :().

love you!!!

from the one world together at home concert, here are the performances that I revisited: 

Angele’s “Balance Ton Quoi”:

Lisa Mishra’s “Sajne Ve”:

Andra Day’s “Rise Up”:

Christine and the Queen’s “People, I’ve Been Sad”:

and Kesha’s “Praying”:

ah sorry I am totally dropping the ball on responding in a timely manner - today's punctuation is all dashes so please just guess at my tone lol - I am probably enjoying this more than I should - for the grumpy wolf fic maybe oc should be a deer hybrid - generally a prey species but also potentially pretty physically strong and fast when threatened - the extraordinary playlist first chap soundtrack is signaling to me big sad pining vibes :( - cont -detective anon

Anonymous said: cont - did you watch the one world together at home concert - I think there are a lot of performances you would have enjoyed - I also really liked seeing some new artists like angele - I LOVE 10 things omg so excited to see your spin on it - question to the universe when will I have a cute boy serenade me while dancing across football bleachers - I SAW THOSE ASKS ABOUT THE TIP UPDATE and I can’t control myself so I have to go read it IMMEDIATELY -detective anon

Anonymous said: ok time to try to comment without giving spoilers - first - the love club chat - love them - surprised by hyuna’s support - second - hoseok giving a little girl a smoothie sounds adorable - all of her friends are so sweet and supportive - poor naruto can’t firebend :( - hoseok was SO CLOSE - fans are so mean omg - I SEE THAT MENTION OF YOONGI’S CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND - hoseok’s concern :( - I love the little nods to jinmo’s relationship - so excited for the rest of the chapter - detective anon

i miss the STOPs but the dashes are good as well djklsdjl. oooh interesting, deer oc it is then!! hehe not sad pining but more like surprised pining??? (aka i thought i was over you for years now so why the fuck am i suddenly singing this dumb taylor swift song towards you?)

i watched a few performances like kacey musgraves and little mix!! omg which other performances do you think is a must see?? omg thank you for telling me about angele, i love french pop but it’s hard for me to find :”). (which reminds me… melanie laurant’s ‘kiss’ and coeur de pirate’s ‘saint-laurent’ PERFECTION)

omg right?!??! the 10tihay bleacher scene… ALSO PERFECTION, nicolas sparks could never (sidenote: rewatching now… the notebook kinda sucks?? LOL)

jdsklj i think hyuna can’t deny how much hoseok’s makes oc happy so she supports them just for that (but also, not that she will admit it out loud, she kinda likes hoseok now lol). tip hoseok is very good with kids :’) . ahhhh there was supposed to be another jinmo moment + taehyung in the finale but i decided to cut it out :(, maybe i’ll write it as a deleted scene in the future!! also i would like to say, since tip is almost over, thank you so much detective anon for sticking with me through it and being so supportive and sweet and always discussing the story with me (AND THE JINMO FIC 😭💗) you really made writing tip so fun for me and i really can’t thank you enough 🥺💕💓💗💘💞ILY

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your good wishes are well-received and well-needed. T__T

it makes sense that namjoon knows--it seems like he’s the long-suffering one who is holding the juicery together. wouldn’t have pegged him and hoseok to be so close, but it also makes a lot of sense that they’re besties, since they’ve known each other for so long!! namjoon’s refusal to get with technology is something I relate to strongly.  😔✊

jin teaching momo calligraphy is so so so cute. and the fact that he keeps her calligraphy in his clear phone case. :( and the polaroid. :( :( now I’m having a flashback to those japanese sticker photobooths, which seems like such a momo aesthetic. I hope she finds one and drags the entire juicery crew there to take sticker photos together.

ahh it would make so much sense for jungkook and lucas to be internet pals. I see your minecraft and garry’s mod and raise you...neopets. imagine these two lil boys meeting on a neopets forum talking about a faerie quest. 

wow a “nineteen stars” version of surround me would be so sad. I can’t even imagine...very glad that surround me couple survived that fate. 

super excited to read the snippets you’ve posted, and you can bet your buttons that I’m going to be screaming in your asks about them soon. <3

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ahh, I’m so relieved and happy that you liked it!! <3 <3 <3 at the end of the day, it is really just a very long, kind of ridiculous headcanon ask. 

I’m not sure if you got my asks yet, but one of the reasons I wrote this was because I hoped that it would cheer you up. as I was writing, I felt like I knew what a lot of the characters would say and do, and the fact that your characters can stand on their own is a testament to the strength of your storytelling. I also think that part of what makes you a good writer is that you create spaces to have dialogue with your readers about the world of each story. so much of the detail I was able to work with came from drabbles and headcanon posts. I don’t know if I am getting my point across, but basically it is that I love you and I hope you know!!!! <3

as for your very generous comments, I’m about to dive into more headcanons!! first, I really loved the idea of everyone at the juicery being comically unaware of the tip couple’s camming, which is the setup for a surprising amount of what I wrote. (momo’s like, “how do you always get the good shifts with the best tippers??” and oc is like, “don’t worry about it...let me share the love by treating you to lunch.”) 

I think tae is finally realizing that he had feelings for momo, and it is spurring a lot of self-reflection. (around this time, sooyoung starts paying him a little more attention, but it’s unclear if this is a coincidence or a direct result of him being less of a puppy around her.) he’s not jealous, necessarily, but definitely feels some regret. he’s happy for both of his friends, though, because they make each other happy. momo worries that jin only does things because she likes them, but it’s because 1) they actually do have a lot of overlapping interests, 2) both of them like learning about each other’s hobbies, and 3) they also start liking those things (ex. jin now likes writing notes and journaling, momo is learning to surf, and they start a youtube channel because jin wants to go into film and momo wants to support him but also ends up enjoying vlogging).

lucas just wants love, too!! I feel like he and jungkook have the same energy. except maybe they reveal themselves in reverse, like jungkook is a mess on the surface but settles into a pretty cool guy while lucas is cool on the surface but a mess once you get past his good looks. I wonder what would happen if they ever met each other...

momo follows sana on instagram and after the vlog comes out sana follows her back! she messages momo to say thank you for the shout-out and they become friends. :’)

I love the idea of jin’s dramatic balcony yell and his neighbor’s support. :’( momo just wants to hype him up all the time. 

meg and dia is my favorite band of all time so it Had to be them.

momo wanted to celebrate their 100-day anniversary specifically because she wanted it to be special when she said “I love you” to him for the first time; jin didn’t know that 100-day anniversaries were a thing but momo was excited about it, so he was, too. 

I love jinmo and I love you. :( :( :( <3 <3 <3

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gift of the jinmo

a gift for elle @minflix! I hope you will accept this humble offering as a sign of my friendship. c is the oc from tip143 (it was too challenging to write around her name).

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The juicery was unusually quiet today. It was Sunday morning on a long weekend, which in a college town meant that everyone was either travelling and having fun or sleeping in and lazing around. Only sad, broke college students like Momo and her coworkers were stuck here working at seven-thirty in the morning. They’d had a handful of the regulars come in since opening—some of the athletes, a couple of the frazzled grad students who were mid-dissertation—but otherwise the shop had been mostly empty. Momo rested her chin on her folded arms, slumping over the counter where she sat next to the cash register. Even Jin, who usually took shifts with her, was off today.

Speaking of Jin…she sighed deeply.

“What’s wrong, honey?” C collapsed into a chair, dragging the mop she had been halfheartedly swiping across the floor with her. A faint wet spot began to form underneath it.

“My 100-day anniversary with Jin is coming up, and I don’t know what to get him,” she replied, forlorn. “How do you usually find gifts for Hoseok?”

C sniffed. “Well, you know Hoseok. He’s a closet hypebeast, so whenever there’s a Supreme drop I’ll try to get something for him and just save it for the next time I need to give him a gift.”

“That’s true. You always find the best-quality knockoffs. No one would ever be able to tell they’re not the real deal. I don’t know how you do it.” Both C and her boyfriend Hoseok were great at finding counterfeit luxury goods. Just last week, C had given her and Doyeon matching friendship keychains that were exact Burberry replicas. (She’d gotten really good tips the week before, she’d explained. Momo was happy for her friend but also sad that she hadn’t taken those shifts with her—those keychains had to have cost at least $20 apiece!)

“Ri-ight.” C laughed nervously. “Knockoffs…”

“Anyway,” Momo continued sadly, “I don’t think Jin really cares very much about brands. Even if he did, I don’t think I could afford any luxury items…I just paid rent and my bank account is crying.”

A sudden screech filled the air. They looked over at Jungkook, who had slipped on the puddle left by C’s mop. His eyes were wide as he scrambled upright and looked left and right to see if anyone had seen. C stifled a giggle as she went to help. “Are you alright, Kookie? Maybe you should put some ice on that.”

They disappeared into the kitchen to get ice. Momo sighed again. “I’m a bad girlfriend.”

“You’re not a bad girlfriend.”

Momo jumped, startled. Taehyung had come in from the back, where he had been washing spinach. He’d been uncharacteristically serious and quiet recently, and Momo was worried about him. Even though they bickered often, he was still one of her closest friends, and she didn’t know why he had suddenly started acting so strange.

“You’re a really good girlfriend,” he stated, jaw set. “You’re always taking care of Jin and worrying about him. I’ve never seen him so happy before.”

She paused. “I think Jin takes care of me more. He’s so thoughtful—he even takes shifts on Wednesdays so that he can bring me a smoothie when he picks me up from class on my long days. And I can’t even think of a good gift to get him for our anniversary.”

He blew out a breath and smiled wanly. “You two bring out the best in each other. I don’t think that the gift thing makes you a bad girlfriend. It just means you care enough to want to get him something meaningful.”

“Thanks, Tae. You always know how to make me feel better.” She smiled at him.

He rubbed absentmindedly at his chest. “Don’t you two have that vlog channel together? Why don’t you make him a video?”

“Hmm…that’s actually a great idea!” She gasped. “He spends so much time filming and editing for our videos, so maybe if I learn how to do it I can help him out in the future. But…he also has all the equipment. I don’t even have a camera…”

“I have a camera.” C reemerged from the back, a blank look on her face. “You can borrow it.”

Momo furrowed her brows. “I think I’d need a DSLR or something…”

“Yup, I have one.” She remained expressionless. “I needed it for…a video project. But I can borrow Hoseok’s in the meantime. Since he also…had a…video project.”

“Oh, great!” Momo replied brightly. “Do you think you could show me how to use it, too?”

“Of course,” C replied. “Did you hear that noise? I should go…check on Jungkook in the back!”

She disappeared, leaving Momo alone with Taehyung again.

Momo hesitated. “Tae, are you okay? It seems like something has been bothering you lately. You know that you can talk to me about anything, right?”

An indecipherable look came over his face before he softened. “Everything is fine. I just realized that I did something stupid with the girl I liked, and I’m trying to get over the regret.”

“With Sooyoung? Are you sure it’s not fixable?” She fretted. “It’s not like you haven’t done, er, questionably embarrassing things in front of her before. Maybe Hoseok could talk to her for you.”

He smiled. “It’s okay. I think things worked out the way they were supposed to.”

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“Hi everyone! Welcome to the jinmo channel,” Momo said brightly. She and Jin both paused to wave to the camera. “Today is Saturday and we just got off of work.”

There was a loud whoop! from behind them and Jin turned the camera to get C and Hoseok in the frame. Hoseok flashed an easy grin, fiddling with the camera in his hands as C playfully punched his arm, telling him that he was too loud.

“We’re going to go on a double date with these two. Hoseok is helping us film B roll today—thanks, man!” Jin reached a fist backward and Hoseok bumped it with his own. “I didn’t know this until today, but he’s actually done some camera work before!”

Hoseok wiggled his brows. “You might say I have intimate knowledge of amateur videography.”

C made a choking sound. He turned toward her and stepped into her space, tugging her into his chest with one arm and patting her on the back with the other, laughing. She blushed after he whispered something in her ear, melting into him as he leaned down for a quick kiss.

Momo leaned closer to the camera and stuck out her tongue. “They’d be gross if they weren’t so cute together.”

“You say that like you and Jin weren’t cuddling on the streetcar on the way here!” C retorted.

“Guilty.” Jin smiled, raising their intertwined hands into frame for a few seconds. “Anyway, we’re here at the mall,” he turned the camera toward the building façade, “because Momo and I wanted to pick up a few things at MaiDo after lunch.”

“We’re getting sushi!” Momo beamed as they made their way inside.

Hoseok went to put their names on the waiting list. C linked arms with Momo, tugging her away from Jin. “Jin, can you take our OOTD photos?”

Jin let out a dramatic sigh. “Again, I don’t know why you’re always wearing couple outfits with my girlfriend.”

The girls were wearing matching fuzzy cardigans today, and despite his protests, even Jin had to admit that the two of them looked extra soft and cute. His girlfriend looked like a teddy bear, and he had to resist the urge to hug her and not let go.

“You stole her from me!” C whined, clinging closer to Momo.

Jin grumbled, but obligingly put down the camera on a nearby bench in favor of C’s phone, crouching down to take photos as they tried out various poses. C inspected the shots over Jin’s shoulder as Momo walked over to the camera and whispered, “Get you an Instagram boyfriend like that,” holding finger hearts over her eyes.

By the time C had finished editing the chosen photo, their table was ready. Momo set the camera on the ledge next to her, checking the alignment before turning her attention to the menu.

“Should we get a spicy salmon roll to share?” Jin asked.

“Wasn’t your stomach feeling weird a few days ago? Maybe we should skip the spicy…and also the raw fish.” Momo frowned. “We should get one of the baked rolls instead.”

“They’re your favorite, though,” Jin murmured back.

She shrugged, shoulder gently nudging his. “We can always get it another time.”

“Why don’t you just order separate things?” Hoseok asked, confusion evident in his tone.

“Jin always steals bites of my food anyway,” Momo explained.

“Hey! I resemble that remark.” Jin chuckled at his own joke and Momo couldn’t help but join him.

They put in their orders and made silly faces at the camera while waiting for their food to arrive. The rest of lunch passed in fun conversation and laughter, fast-forwarded in the video as an instrumental track played in the background.

After they paid the bill and left the restaurant, the four of them headed to the stationery store. Inside, they checked to make sure no one was looking before Momo skipped down the washi aisle, arms outstretched as she spun in a circle, giggling. When Jin caught up to her, they explained their mission for the day.

“When we posted my desk tour, a couple of people asked about some of the items I showed. The painting above my desk was actually a gift from C!” Momo turned to blow a kiss at C, who was trailing behind them with Hoseok. C caught it in her hand with an exaggerated motion and put it in her pocket. “Her friend Sana painted it, and I love it so much! We’ll put a link to her Instagram in the description so you can check out more of her work and support independent artists.”

“Some people also asked about the star jar on my floating shelf. That actually belongs to Jin! Whenever he has something important coming up, like a presentation or an interview, I fold some stars and add them to the jar for good luck. He had a shoot that week so I took it to fill it up.”

Jin kissed her cheek, the look on his face unbearably fond. “It went well because of you.”

Momo blushed, stammering, “I-it went well because you’re talented! Anyway, since there were a few requests for it, I’ll be making a tutorial on how to fold the stars into a rose shape like the ones in the jar, so today we’re going to buy paper for the video.”

She picked up a sheaf of letter-size patterned stationery and showed it to the camera. “For Jin’s stars, I actually use letter paper so that I can write longer messages inside before cutting them into strips. But for the tutorial, we’ll be using regular star paper. A little wider is better, because we’ll be folding them in half lengthwise.”

“You write messages inside the stars?” Jin asked. “What do they say?”

“Oh, just little things. Good luck wishes, reminders, things like that. Sometimes I write ‘remember to eat’ or ‘don’t drink too much coffee.’” She shrugged, then giggled. “I think last time I wrote one that said, ‘starfish pose: you are the most powerful person in the room.’”

Jin set the camera on a shelf facing away from them, not wanting to record the next moment.

“Thank you,” he whispered, gently pulling her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his waist, humming as she laid her ear against his chest.

Filming picked up again with Momo holding two packs of star paper in her hands, brow furrowed as she contemplated them. Jin zoomed in to focus on each of them.

“Which one do you think is prettier?” she asked him.

“Hmm…maybe the one on the left.”

“I was thinking that, too. Okay, let’s get this one.” She held it up and waved it toward the camera, putting the other pack back on its hook. “You can buy a cute jar if you want, but I recommend reusing any glass jar you have—it’s environmentally friendly and good for your wallet! For this project, we’ll be using one of our limited edition mason jars from the juicery. We’ll be randomly selecting one of our viewers to send these stars to, so please stay tuned for the tutorial video for info on how to sign up!”

“Before we check out,” Jin said, “I want to go take a look at some pens.”

The camera zoomed in and out at the wide range of pens on display in the next aisle.

“I have a lot of trouble with writer’s block, and there seem to be two schools of thought when it comes to dealing with it: write through it or wait for it to go away. I don’t think either approach is exclusive of the other. I’ve started thinking about it like a muscle that you’ve pulled—you’ve just got to feel it out and see if you can stretch it or if you need to let it rest. And like any other muscle, when it feels fine, you should exercise it so it gets stronger.” He waved his hand dismissively. “All of that to say, I’ve taken up daily journaling recently, and I want to get some new pens.”

He wandered down the aisle, examining his choices carefully.

“Ah-ha!” He exclaimed triumphantly, holding up a package of ink refills. “This is what I wanted. Momo got me a Jigglypuff gel ink pen from Japan that I think takes this refill size. I really like the ink quality from this brand because it comes out smoothly and dries quickly. I usually write in black ink, so I’m going to get this pack instead of the assorted blue and black one.”

They window shopped for a little while longer, looking at puffy stickers, magnets, stuffed animals, and small desk planters. Momo and C squealed over the Gudetama display and pouted at the prices. Hoseok silently picked up the Gudetama plushie that C had been hugging and added it to their basket.

As they stood in line to check out, someone tapped C on the shoulder. “C-cherry? And J-Hope?”

All four of them turned around to see a tall, bashful looking guy in line behind them.

“Lucas!” C’s eyes were wide. “Uhh…how are you?”

“Oh, hey, bigho—oof!” Hoseok winced as C’s elbow made contact with his stomach. “Big guy. Good to see you again.”

“This is so cool! Sorry for last time, I didn’t realize that you two were—wow, and Jin and Momo, too! I’m such a huge fan.” He beamed.

Jin reached over to shake his hand. “You look familiar—didn’t you apply to work at Greenhouse Juicery before?”

“Ah, yeah, but the owner said she wasn’t hiring at the time.” Lucas looked at Jin’s hand in awe, holding on for a bit longer than was perhaps socially acceptable.

“Bummer, man.” Hoseok shook his head. “But I’m sure Boss Juice is also doing well.”

“Oh, you work at Boss Juice?” Momo smiled brightly at him. “That means you’re our number one competition!”

Lucas’s brain was malfunctioning. “C-cute. Yeah, uh, I work there. You should, uh, come check it out sometime. Um…can I get a photo with you all?”

“Sure!” They all huddled together and smiled as the woman behind Lucas helped them take a photo.

“Next!”

“I think that’s us.” Jin said, giving Lucas another smile. “It was nice meeting you.”

“L-likewise!” Lucas replied. “Bye!”

Once they’d gone through the checkout and stood outside, Jin remarked, “It really is weird that you’ve got this famous doppelganger couple out there. Even your names are kind of similar, I mean, J-Hope and Jung Hoseok, and Cherry and—”

“HAH-ha-ha-ha,” C’s stilted laughter interrupts his thought. “I know, right? And since we’ve been appearing on your channel, I wonder if they’re getting mistaken for us, too.”

Realization dawned, and her eyes widened with panic as she grabbed Hoseok’s sleeve. “What if people online think we’re the same people??”

“Oh my gosh!” Momo gasped. “I read a story online just like this! Someone had an evil doppelganger who went around being mean to people and running out on restaurant bills, and she had to pay their bill and got blacklisted from her favorite restaurant!”

“I’m sure we don’t look that alike.” Hoseok said, his relaxed demeanor completely at odds with his girlfriend and Momo’s growing agitation. “What are the odds? Plus, no one’s as pretty as C. Sorry, Momo.”

C blushed, and Momo grinned at her slyly. “I’ll forgive you for that only because you two are so insufferably cute.”

Jin nudged Momo. “I think you’re prettier,” he whispered.

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Jin’s phone buzzed three times in rapid succession from its place on the bathroom counter as he pushed his bangs up and back, working hair wax into his roots. He examined his work with a critical eye, giving it one last swipe before turning his attention to the texts that had come in.

Momo <3: Sorry, give me 30 more minutes! I forgot to press cook on the rice cooker. >///<

Momo <3: Looking forward to dinner!! :)

Momo <3: A gift for the best boyfriend ever: https://youtu.be/5tXJDTBbYf4

Curious, he clicked on the link. It loaded an unlisted video on the jinmo channel titled “reasons to stan kim seokjin.”

Chatter filled the air as students headed out of the lecture hall. Momo stopped behind a pillar, lens aimed at the breezeway, where Jin leaned against the wall, scrolling through his phone with one hand and holding Momo’s favorite tumbler in the other.

“How dare he…” she whispered to the camera, “How dare he be so perfect? It makes me want to punch him…in the mouth…softly…with my mouth.”

She giggled. “Doyeon taught me that.”

Onscreen, Momo launched herself at him, and the scene cut to the library.

Jin was journaling, the sleeves of his sweater folded up. The camera panned to Momo’s notebook, where she had written, alongside several doodles of his name, “So handsome when he’s concentrating :(”

When the camera panned back up, the light was dimmer and Jin was asleep, resting his arm and head on top of a stack of books.

“Thank you for keeping me company even when you had a paper due yesterday,” Momo whispered. “I promise I’m actually studying.”

She moved the camera to show her neatly color-coded notes in front of her.

The cheerful interior of the juicery came next.

Momo positioned the camera on the table in front of her as she took her break. There was a long line of customers, but Jin had a smile on his face as he listened patiently to the old woman in front of him, who was having trouble reading the menu. He carefully explained all the options to her, pausing after each one to give her time to think. Namjoon came out of the back office and patted him on the back, opening up a second register.

you are so considerate TT__TT, the caption read.

Next were clips from Hoseok’s “B-roll” from their stationery date: Momo, nestled into Jin’s side on the cable car as he played with her fingers. Jin hugging Momo close at the stationery store. Their intertwined hands swinging back and forth as they walked to the train station. Momo asleep on Jin’s shoulder as he gently covered her with his jacket. Jin lifting Momo onto his back to piggyback her to her apartment.

It cut to an afternoon in Jin’s apartment.

Momo carefully hid the camera on a shelf, angling it to face the tiny kitchenette before stepping back and putting on the apron that Jin had left for her. Jin came out of the bathroom wearing the same apron. She was his sous chef today, peeling potatoes and cutting vegetables as Jin boiled chicken in a stock pot. There wasn’t enough space for both of them at the stove, so once she had finished with her tasks, she sat at the tiny kitchen table, watching as he chopped and stirred and tossed.

“Taste,” he requested softly, blowing on a spoonful of soup before extending it to her. She sipped obligingly and nodded.

“It’s really good.” She kissed his cheek. “Thank you for making lunch.”

Doyeon must have filmed the next segment with her GoPro while they were at the beach.

The three of them were longboarding on the boardwalk, heading toward the ocean. They stopped at the surf shop to rent boards and a locker. The angle shifted as the camera changed hands. Doyeon and Jin were looking out at the water, watching waves break. Jin nodded at something Doyeon said, then reached back to pull his t-shirt up and over his head.

Behind the camera, Momo sighed dreamily. “Wow…I totally have a crush on him.”

She trudged over to them and Doyeon took the camera back, hanging it around her neck.

“Ready to try this out?” Jin grinned.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Momo said.

Doyeon filmed them as they went out on the water together, Momo on Jin’s board. Once they had paddled out far enough, Jin crouched, holding his hands out for Momo’s. Shakily, she stood up with him. They managed to balance as they rode a small wave, but fell right after, laughing and sputtering as they came back up. From where she sat on her own surfboard, Doyeon yelled encouragements at them. They tried a few more times until Momo felt brave enough to try it on her own. Jin stood chest-deep in water next to her as she attempted to balance, holding the board steady when she wobbled. After some small thrills and small spills, she declared that she was ready for a break, heading back to shore. On the water, Jin and Doyeon had paddled farther out and were starting to catch bigger waves.

After a few shots of Jin doing tricks, the video cut to a view of the sun setting over the ocean.

happy 100-day anniversary!

Jin smiled, an almost unbearable warmth in his chest. He tapped back to his text thread with Momo.

On Momo’s kitchen table, her phone vibrated, playing the familiar tune of Jin’s ringtone. She wiped her hands on a dishcloth and answered the phone.

“Hey,” she said breathlessly.

“Thank you for the video. I loved it.” His voice was tender. “There’s something else I want to say to you, but I want to say it in person.”

“Me, too,” she replied quietly. The unspoken words hung warm in the air between them.

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After they ate dinner and washed the dishes, Momo settled on the couch, queueing up a movie on her laptop. Beside her, Jin reached for his coat, rummaging through his pocket for something.

“I have a gift for you, too,” he said, handing her a small box.

She lifted the lid to find a folded letter (“Read that later, when I’m not in the room,” Jin requested shyly) and a delicate silver bracelet with a single envelope charm attached.

“Wow, Jin, this is so beautiful.” She breathed, tracing a careful finger across the charm. “Thank you.”

He helped her fasten it before pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist. Tugging back his sleeve, he showed her the matching bracelet that he was wearing. “It’s not fair that C is the only one who gets to match with you all the time.”

She giggled. “She complains about Hoseok’s style, but the other day I saw her wearing those paint-splattered jeans of his that she hates so much. They’re definitely rubbing off on each other.”

Jin entwined her fingers with his. “What I wanted to say to you on the phone…I know it might be a little early in our relationship…but it feels like the right time to say it.”

He took a steadying breath in. “I love you.”

She blushed. “I love you, too.”

He pressed his smile to hers.