#//dae's gonna beat his ass

[starrymused]

"It was inoffensive." Which wasn't the best way to describe a date but it could have been far worse, too. However, after just one date and Dae remembered why he didn't do this. He looked out at the passing street lights and sighed.

"It was fine."

Maybe he was the wrong one for expecting more on a first date. That was unreasonable. And it wasn't the other man's fault when Dae wasn't into the idea to begin with. He was just doing it to, what, prove something? Yes, he'd taken Kwang-sun's advice but why? He didn't want to.

"He pisses me off." He said to himself. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he got. On some level, he knew where Kwang-sun was coming from, but he also didn't appreciate that treatment. What did he think was going to happen? He said that he might not be what Dae wanted and that it was better for him to figure out what he wanted before he settled on him? Dae knew what he wanted and it was actually really fucking annoying to be told that he had to figure it out more. Yeah, he didn't have experience but neither did Kwang-sun! He said he hadn't dated since he was a teenager! Technically, Dae had more experience!

He turned to Gunner.

"If you confessed to someone that you liked them and wanted to be with them and they told you they weren't against it but also told you to date other people, what would you think? It's mixed signs, right? It's basically them telling you to move on and find someone else. If they were really interested, the thought of you being with someone else would be upsetting."

Dae was starting to believe that Kwang-sun didn't want him at all. Because even the excuse of not being what Dae was looking for had no grounds. Then they'd just break up like any normal couple. Why did Dae have to go soul-searching or whatever?

He crossed his arms.

He was Yoon Dae-seong, the CEO of one of the biggest fashion companies in Korea. He was successful, hot, and rich. Maybe his personality could use a bit of work, but he had a lot under the surface that was waiting to come out!

No, he wasn't going to let himself be strung along. Either Kwang-sun wanted him or he didn't.

"Take me to Kwang-sun's house."

"Duh," Gunner gave a thumbs up, then jutted it over to the passenger seat. "Come on, hop in. Lex stole Polina away for a shopping trip."

There was no need to be subtle when Dae knew all of Alexei's 'tricks.' But were they really tricks, or just his brand of communication? Either way, Gunner had no intention of beating around the bush with Dae. He could be such an upright snoot when he wanted to be -- which, admittedly, was less often.

"He said you were on a date?" Gunner checked his side mirror as Dae climbed in. "Considering you needed a car, I'm guessing it wasn't at least Lex's idea of a good time?"

[zanef0rd]

Mercenary Enrollment x Male OC

Bzzt~!

Bzzt~!

*Click!*

' Hello?'

' Son. I'm on my way back. Can you ready a first aid kit for me?'

' ... You got hurt?'

' ... Yeah.'

' The All Mighty, Cha Dusik, the most renowned person in the underworld, got hurt?'

' Can you just go ahead and do what request you to?'

' Old man, you, of all people, got hurt?! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! How?!!'

' And I have a son who doesn't get worried that his dad got hurt.'

' Hehehehe. I mean, you asked for it when you choose that kind of work.'

' Touché.'

' Anyways, you got the job done? You suddenly got out of the store when we were shopping.'

'... Sorry about that.'

' No worries. I understand that you can't really bail on it when it's from that family, right?'

' Yeah... It's annoying.'

' I agree. What did they ask you to do?'

' Injure some highschool kid.'

' Damn... How is 'that' a request? How's the kid tho?'

'...'

' Dad, did you kill him or something?'

' He's unscathed...'

'...'

'...'

' Pfft-! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!'

'...'

' You got- You got hurt by a highschooler?! HAHAHAHA!!! I can't breath!!!'

' Shut up! He was skilled, okay?!'

' Pfft-! I wonder if he goes to the same school as I am. So, how does it feel to have the second kid to beat you up?'

' You're having too much fun on this topic.'

' Indeed, I am. But! It is justified when a guy like you got his ass beaten! HAHAHA!!!'

' Why do I have a son like you...'

' Oh, but I didn't choose to be born, you know? You decided to have a 419.'

' ... You should be grateful that I decided to take care of you.'

' I know. Why do you think we can talk like this to each other at this point of time? Most teens didn't even communicate with their parents anymore. But my biological mother was crazy, huh? I'm glad you cut ties with her.'

' Yeah, the best decision in my life.'

' I know, right?'

'... Thanks for coming into my life, Dae-il. I'm proud to be your dad.'

' You can say that to my face, you know?'

' You know what, I take it back.'

' Ehehehe, I'm joking! But yeah, I'm thankful that you're my dad. Who knows what would happen to me if you didn't save me, dad.'

' Yeah. I'll be home in a few minutes. See you later.'

' Yeah. Love you, dad.'

' Love you too, son.'

*Beep!*

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

My old man has gone senile. That's all I can say. I mean, he definitely not getting younger, but he never forgets his phone when he goes out before. Guess I'll have to stop by at his 'Devil's Cave' today...

I hate that place... It reeks of booze and I genuinely despise it at the bottom of my heart. I can't stand all of the smoke the cigs are releasing and it always bring me headaches after. God... Why did he have to left his phone today?!

I got in my black jumpsuit, wrapping nicely around my quite chiseled and tall figure. I put on my mask and my black cap before putting my phone and his phone in different pockets. Taking the house key, I make my way towards the bar owned by my dad.

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' Sigh~ it's gonna be a hassle from now on.'

' Boss.'

' What?'

' Um... That kid is here.'

' What are you saying?'

The assistant move to make way for the teens that had arrived at the bar. Cha Dusik stared for a while at the silver headed boy before putting out his cigarette at the ashtray, sighing.

' Why are you here?'

' I need information.'

' Wow... That's why you suddenly came here to say...?'

' The granddaughter of SW Group's CEO has been kidnapped.'

Cha Dusik stunned for a while before waving his hand at the bearer of the hazel orbs, denying any involvement in the crime stated by the highschooler.

' You would have to be insane to mess with SW.'

' Do you have anyone in mind who would?'

' Why should I tell you that? Do you have any idea what a mess you got me in...?'

' My little sister was kidnapped too.'

Cha Dusik paused for a while before sighing and muttered to himself. Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a gleeful shout from a new guest.

' Yo! Old man! You forgot your phone! I can't just call you to give it back, so I came here.' said the teen in a black jumpsuit as he make his way towards them. Taking out a phone from his pocket, he throw it towards the scarred face. Cha Dusik caught it with a tick mark on his face. Some of them questions his identity because of his lax mannerism towards the respectable figure of the underworld.

' Ugh... It reeks! Anyways, who're these guys? They don't seem to be working here.'

' Shut up, Dae-il! I'm trying to talk here!' Cha Dusik snapped.

' Hey, I've been so nice as to bring your phone for you since you're so forgetful today! And you didn't even answer my question!!!'

' Whatever!' Cha Dusik said, signalling to his right-hand man to take him away, knowing that he knows of that brat's attitude.

Getting dragged by the quite chubby guy, he was in pure shock as he looked at his old man before letting out strings of profanities as the door shuts.

' ... Who was that?'

' ... My son.' Albeit reluctantly, Cha Dusik replied to the teen in front of him.

' Anyways, as I was saying, I've heard reports of people who aren't fluent in Korean asking my men for a warehouse. They also asked for a large number of cars and some of my men. They offered a lot of money for some other things, but I refused. That kind of work gets pretty iffy. I heard that a different group took them up on their offer, and that they're based in Incheon. I don't know the specifics.'

' Thank you.'

' Hey. Highschooler.' Cha Dusik called out just as the teen was about to turn back. He throw his phone at the kid.

' Put your phone number in there.'

The silverette look at Cha Dusik skeptically before the latter explained his actions with annoyance in his tone. Realizing that it was only to help him out, he type in his number.

' Does the motorcycle at the entrance belong to you?' the teen suddenly asked.

' What?'

In the end, he lets him borrow it and the two teens head out. The assistant got in and walk towards his boss.

' You good, boss?'

' Yeah... Somewhat. Where's Dae-il?'

' He's right behi- Oh shit! He's gone!!!'

Cha Dusik turn towards him, seeing the black cap on him. He doesn't seem to realize it yet but Dusik knew what it meant when his son left his cap behind.

'I'll be back'

Cha Dusik immediately dialled his sneaky son's number in worry...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Just as Sukjoo followed the motorcycle in front of him with the car, suddenly a foreign voice spoke up.

' You know, you're quite vulnerable.'

The car swerved a little before getting back on the road as the same voice let out a shout of surprise.

' WHOAA!! Calm down! I'm not here to hurt you or anything!!!' the voice said from the back seat. Sukjoo glance at the rearview mirror to look at the perpetrator who caused to lose control of the steering wheel.

' Why are you here?!!' he shouted as his eyes land back at the black motorbike. He recognized the black jumpsuit that he had seen earlier when he made his entrance at the bar.

Cha Dusik's son.

' Well, I'm kinda bored and I think I can help you guys out. Plus, who doesn't want to beat the shit out of the kidnappers once in their lifetime?'

' You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous.'

' As if being his son is not dangerous enough. I have people who I don't even know trying to get my head off of my body. How do you think I'm still alive?' Pulling down his mask, the hitchhiker reasoned with the bodyguard.

' . . . '

' By the way, I'll have you know that even my dad can't beat me. So, can I help?'

' ... Suit yourself.'

' Yes!!!' The emerald orbs lights up as he punches the air in excitement. ' So, what's your name?'

' Why do you want to know?'

' I mean, if the need arises that I need to warn you or something, won't it be hard if I don't know your name?'

' ... Go Sukjoo.'

' Cool. I'm Cha Dae-il. Call me Dae-il.'

Bzzt~!

Bzzt~!

' Ah, that's my phone.' Dae-il said, pulling out his smartphone from one of his pocket. ' It's dad.'

*Click!*

' DAE-IL!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!!'

' Ehehehehehe. Sorry, dad! I'll be home in a few minutes. Bye!'

' YOU PIECE OF SHI-!!!'

*Beep!*

' And~ Shut down. Now, no more noise.'

' . . . '

' Anyways, who's the other guy?'

' Yu Ijin. My classmate.'

' How many got abducted?'

' Two girls. One of them is the granddaughter of SW Group's CEO and the other is Ijin's sister.'

' Noted. That's all I need to know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll take a quick nap.'

' Sure, I won't wake you up later.'

' That's fine.'

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The car came to a halt as Sukjoo got out of the car. The hitchhiker followed suit as they strike a conversation. Yu Ijin look at the foreign face with a question mark on his head. Sukjoo glanced towards the direction where Ijin's stare fall at.

' Ah, he wanted to tag along.'

' Cha Dae-il. Just call me Dae-il.' the teen offered a handshake as he introduced himself. The silverette briefly shake it.

' Looks like there was some truth to your information. According to agents, the car in the surveillance camera was heading this way.'

' Of course it's the truth! Why would my dad lie?'

Ijin started to make his way deeper into the base, treading carefully not to alert the perpetrators. Sukjoo was alarmed, maybe more than he was before?

' Hold it. You should wait for reinforcements here. The SW agents will come soon.'

' I told you Dayun has no time to spare.' Ijin reminded.

' Yeah. And in a case of a kidnapping, time is of essence, my guy.' Dae-il chimed in, patting Sukjoo's back before making a beeline towards the silverette.

Sukjoo just stayed silent.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Somehow, everything has been smooth sailing and they easily knock out the people patrolling the area. And most of them are taken out silently by the two monsters accompanying Sukjoo. He looked at them, sweated at their ability to make people unconscious swiftly, having around 9 people from each of them.

On the other hand, Sukjoo who have been told by others how he have talent in this, only managed to take down around 4. He wondered, for Dae-il, it was possible for him to manage such feat because of his identity. But Ijin only transferred a few days ago and his history is a mystery.

He turns his face towards the silverette.

' Yu Ijin, who are you really?' he asked.

' I'm your classmate.' the latter replied, not giving out any more information about his past...

°~Thanks for reading~°

[yi-jaesang]

👶 - Their childhood

👧 - Their sister

👤- his nephew!

👶🏻 smol(er than he is now) bby jae.

❝ I don't think there's anything that stands out much to talk about my childhood, I mean...it was normal? I had parents that took care of me, I had two big sisters to torment and be tormented by, I had pets here and there. I did good enough in school. Played some sports, the whole underground rapping thing actually started back home there in Korea. Things were..good. Life was on what would be seen as a great and normal path, I guess. ❞

👧🏻 noona

❝ Na-Rae...her name means Wing, you know. My little Butterfly. I don't say it to her much — we really aren't all that into sap — but...I'm really proud of her. Moving here wasn't easy in general but at our ages? Alone besides each other and the beach ball growing under her shirts? It was as close to a literal definition of impossible as you can get but...we made it work. She made it work. Rae did whatever she had to do to get us on our feet before the baby was born and did what she could after while juggling a newborn and a brother who had cops bringing him home or calling her up more than she deserved. Life was suddenly the complete opposite of what it had been like growing up except that we still had each other. We'll always have each other. She gets on my case when I need it most but she leaves me room to make the mistakes I need to make. She'll always be my favorite in the entire world. I'll probably never amount to anything completely worthwhile but she beat the odds our parents and her own twin sister put on her our entire lives. She seemed like a hopeless cause the more she got older but...look at her now. Dr. Rae. ❞

👤 joka

❝ 'Sprouting like a weed' was such a corny ass line in movies and shit like that, total cringe worthy way of describing how quick someone was getting big or whatever but fuck, do I get it now. Last week I was testing if newborn heads actually do smell good and this week we're arguing over clothes — my clothes despite what him and his mother like to think when they raid my room — and there's no shelf safe from his fingers in the kitchen anymore. Every single thing Rae and I do, all the things we've done have all been for Dae-Seong and I will die providing for him; protecting him. That damn kid is the reason the world spins, no experts on the matter can tell me otherwise. Like I said about Rae, maybe I'll never amount to something but I'm gonna do my damn best to make sure DaeDae has the entire world to choose from. My sister said a private school wasn't a necessity that we needed to stress ourselves out with but he showed interest so I made it my responsibility to enroll him and pay for it. I just want him to have not just everything he needs but literally anything he wants and I don't want him to feel the pressures of life completely on his shoulders yet. Probably part of the reason when she split the rent up and tried including him paying a bit of it, I took on most of his on top of my share of why when he turns sixteen soon, I'll double or triple whatever he's got saved up to help him get a decent car and help him on payments and all that shit too. I just...really love the kid. I hope he knows that. I know I'm a fuck up but I hope he feels like he had a good enough male role in his life since his dad was never around. I help him with homework and shit, we play some kind of sport together every single day unless he doesn't want to, I set aside a day a week where I refuse to make plans with anyone so we can go do something or just hang in our rooms together. I want him to be happy, that's all I want out of my life. He is a little shit though but I mean...look at his uncle. ❞

[15001700tt]

Descendants of the Moon

Matter of Life and Death

Descendants of the Moon Masterlist

Word Count: 3,381

Tag list: @chastja  @multi-fan-trash @serpentityx @syublush

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Key: Italics- things that happened in the drama but do not old any importance to the story line

Key: Bold- Dialogue said in the Drama

A/N: I forgot to post the teaser for this chapter, my bad. ill post it with tomorrows teaser.

Episode 3:

Mo Yeon and Nurse Choi moved into the bunkers, organizing whatever they were able to bring on the helicopter.

“There’s not much to organize,”  Min Ji huffed softly.

“It’s ok since we’re tired anyways” Mo Yeon responded, folding her towel.

“Knock knock” a male’s voice interrupted their conversation. The girls looked and found a young man standing in front of them in military clothing.

“Have you been well?” he asked them, earning blank looks, Mo Yeon and Min Ji didn't seem to remember meeting him.

“The patient who ran away” he tried jogging their memories by jumping on one foot.

“Ay! Coupon thief!” Mo Yeon’s memory finally snapped and he remembered the young man that got beat up so badly. He was also the reason she met Shi Jin. They conversed when a girl’s voice interrupted.

“Excuse me, it’s time for me to see my friends” Mo Yeon recognized Yoo Ji’s voice as Yoo Ji shoved Ki Bum out of the way.

“Ahhhhh what are you doing here?” Mo Yeon squealed.

“I got transferred to the Taebaek unit last week, I guess they want me to cover what you guys do here.” Yoo Ji explained.

They talked for a bit more while Mo Yeon settled in, they even went to check on Nurse Ha and Doctor Song. they found them arguing over something, the two girls decided to leave them alone.

“Oh! I forgot my phone back in the bunker, you go ahead of me, I'll catch up.” Mo Yeon sighed.

Yoo Ji made her way to the dinner table and observed the scene, the Haesung team unit was still settling down but most of them were sitting around and enjoying the sun and the food, the unit prepared for them. She took notice of Chi Hoon and was about to go over and greet him. He was taking pictures with his camera, her steps halted when she saw one of the men stood in front of him. She got a little closer to hear their conversation.

“I need to inspect your camera,” Woo Geun said with his intimidating face. Yoo Ji rolled her eyes, he was using his face to scare poor Chi Hoon.

“You will delete these pictures immediately,” he told Chi Hoon.

“Why? Did you not like it? I can take another pictu-”

“We’re not allowed to have our pictures taken” Woo Geun responded. Yoo Ji snorted, ‘that’s ridiculous, why wou- oh’ she thought, she thought back to her conversation with Gwang Nam when she assumed he’s Special Forces. She turned her attention to Gwang Nam and Cheol Ho, trying to avoid camera flashes subtly. She guessed that the Captain and Deputy Leader were the head of the team.

While she wasn’t paying attention to Chi Hoon, Mo Yeon approached them snidely commenting on military regulations.

“They can’t tell us anything due to military regulations”

Woo Geun bowed his head to excuse himself from that awkward conversation. Yoo Ji couldn't hear what Mo Yeon said to Chi Hoon since her voice was a murmur at this point. Yoo Ji moved from her spot and decided to take part in the festivities. Some of the medical units recognized her and greeted her.

Gwang Nam was standing behind all of his friends and he was thankful, they would tease him until death if they caught him staring at Yoo Ji. the team and the soldiers knew her as the pretty reporter that can kick their ass. It didn't seem to matter to her what their rank was or how well trained they were, she always managed to turn the odds in her favor. She has been there for only a couple of days but they had seen her take Cheol Ho down when he was teasing her.

-they raise the flag and they go to the Medi-cube-

It was time for Haesung Unit to start their work. They were instructed to get blood tests from the soldiers to check for any irregularities. Yoo Ji stayed at the door and just observed as the doctors got settled down, the soldiers came in and hurried towards the female nurses and doctors. Yoo Ji snorted at their tactics. 

Shi Jin came in, he nodded at her and walked towards Mo Yeon’s station. Yoo Ji watched as they interacted with each other. She knew what happened back home, and it seemed like they still aren't over it.

Gwang Nam moved to her side and watched his friend interact with the girl he likes. 

“Do you think they’ll give their relationship a try again?” he pondered.

“Not after she pokes him like three times,” she responded when Shi Jin yelped. Gwang Nam looked at Mo Yeon with a scared expression. 

“She’s not gonna do that to you” Yoo Ji rolled her eyes. Yoo Ji nodded her head at the old man came through the door.

“You’ve been working hard!” he praised.

“Did you come to receive the packages?” Shi Jin asked, still holding his arm.

“I did and I just came to greet you!” he laughed, and Shi Jin grinned. 

“We should play ball and eat some meat this weekend” Shi Jin offered, his slight smile was gone when they heard a faint crash and a long horn-like car. Yoo Ji immediately moved from her position towards the exit. Trying to see if it was from the main entrance or not, she didn't get very far, Gwang Nam held her back, shaking his head no.

“This is your Captain, report the situation at the front gate” Shi Jin’s voice cut through all the soldier’s two-way radio.

“Everything is in place by the front gate, it seems to be a car accident by the mountainside” the soldier’s voice cut through the silence as some sighed in relief while one man’s eyes widened in panic.

“If it was the mountain road...did my car flip with my kids inside!?” the old man gasped in horror.

The Alpha team quickly assembled their gear and moved towards the Jeep. Yoo Ji swiftly got into the car through the open roof and waited for the guys to get in.

“What the hell are you doing?” Gwang Nam commanded. 

“I am coming with, I am a reporter, I can do that” Yoo Ji pulled out two cards, one of them her ‘badge’ and the other is just a card that says ‘I do what I want’. 

“You can’t, you’re a civilian. It could be dangerous” Shi Jin stated calmly but also allowed no room for discussion. 

“Alright but don’t blame me if one of your vehicles go missing” Yoo Ji shrugged, swinging out of the car and jogging to where they kept their cars.

“Yoo Ji, wait” Dae Young’s voice called out while keeping eye contact with Shi Jin, having a nonverbal argument.

“Fine, she comes but you stay in the car” Shi Jin’s defeated tone called her.

“Sure, we’ll see” she nodded her head but muttered under her breath. Shi Jin turned to Gwang Nam and Woo Geun instructed them to stay on base just in case.

Gwang Nam couldn't argue with his Captain about his choice, but he couldn't help the worried look he sent Yoo Ji. she gave him a small smug smile and they were on their way.

They approached the flipped car, Shi Jin got out first and signaled Dae Young and Cheol Ho to follow him. As soon as they surrounded the car, Yoo Ji got out of the jeep and crept around the van to inspect the damage. She saw Dae Young checking for a pulse on the bleeding guy, and then moving around to the back where the doors are closed with a lock, Shi Jin inspected the bottom of the car that was on the top now. He frowned, something was wrong, how did the car manage to get there from the cliff, it was a little too far from the usual fall. Cheol Ho’s voice broke Shi Jin out of his thoughts.

“Police! hands up!” 

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! I’m UN! UN!” the young man’s voice yelped putting his hands up.

Cheol Ho swung his gun to the side and went to check the injured man’s body for weapons. She was still looking at the car and she noticed that there was a key that looked small enough to open the clasp on the van’s back door on the key chain,  she quickly took out the keys.

“I am hurt! I am hurt! Treatment! Treatment!” the man frantically explained, he turned around not noticing Yoo Ji watching him from the other side. His face changed and he looked like he just screwed up. Yoo Ji furrowed her eyebrows. And stood up and tossed them to Dae Young who looked at her with a dismayed look. She mentally snorted, he really thought she would stay in the car.

Since Yoo Ji moved from her spot she didn’t see the man open the glove compartment, he slowly took out a G-47 and sharply turned to point the gun at Shi Jin. 

Shi Jin saw it coming and intercepted it and punched him in the nose. His groan alerted Yoo Ji that he might not be who he is. She went to Shi Jin’s side and glanced at the gun.

“Isn’t he a member of the U.N.? The relief team isn’t allowed to carry guns” 

“Then why would he have a G-47?” she questioned.

“They say they’re U.N. but they have tattoos from foreign legions and their clothes don’t fit properly” Shi Jin inspected. 

“Yet they insist they are UN, who are these people?”

Dae Young finally opened the back door to the van, he found trunks that were filled with packaged clothes and guns, big guns. Yoo Ji was standing behind him, her eyebrows shot up.

“They’re trying to smuggle weapons across the border using the U.N. as a cover?” Yoo Ji furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“You tell me, you’re part of the U.N.” Shi Jin stated back. Yoo Ji shook her head, she didn't hear any chatter about smugglers at the U.N. meetings. She went up to the injured smuggler and took his identification card, and inspected it.

“It looks like the ID is fake, the serial numbers don’t start with 103- its 003” Yoo Ji informed them. In the end, Shi Jin called the local police, but Yoo Ji doubted they would stay at the station for a long time. The police in Urk was always bought with money and don’t really stand for justice. She knows first hand because she was able to get information from one of them before.

As they went back to base, Mo Yeon caught them walking.

“Did anyone get hurt?”

“No it was just a car accident, don’t worry about it” Shi Jin assured her.

Shi Jin needed to go to the main base in town to report the car accident, and Mo Yeon needed Wifi so Dae Young, the best wingman on earth, suggesting that Shi Jin takes Mo Yeon to an internet cafe. 

Dae Young caught Yoo Ji chuckling at his suggestion, Mo Yeon being one to never back down from a challenge, which that’s what it felt like to her. She took him up on the offer and got into the blue car with Shi Jin.

“What if they kill each other in that car?” Yoo Ji was amused. Gwang Nam joined them looking at the retreating car.

“One is great with sharp objects and the other has martial arts.” Dae Young weighed the possibility.

“She doesn't have her scalpel with her, I think they’ll be fine” Dae Young waved off. Gwang Nam chuckled at his comment.

“How do you know if I didn't teach her how to defend herself without weapons” Yoo Ji faked her serious tone. Truthfully she taught Mo Yeon basic self-defense but Shi Jin can totally overpower her in a few seconds, the boys didn't know that. Gwang Nam and Dae Young’s face fell and dread settled in their stomachs, but Yoo Ji’s laughter made them sigh in relief.

Shi Jin drops Mo Yeon at Ye Hwa’s convenience store and goes to do the report, his superior tells him to leave it alone because the police are getting involved in some shady shit and they don’t want to ruin Korean relations with Urk. he went back to pick her up and they went to the secluded beach while he told her the story of how he met Seo Dae Young and Yoon Myung Ju. They came back really late to Chi Hoon carrying a small child to the infirmary. Mo Yeon quickly followed him and Shi Jin on her heels. After they finished diagnosing the child, Shi Jin went to where Dae Young and Gwang Nam and Yoo Ji were playing cards.

“So how was it? Everyone back in one piece?” Dae Young teased when he saw Shi Jin at the door. He had a pensive look on his face as he leaned on the doorway.

“Did you know that the Haesung Chairman tried to get Mo Yeon to sleep with him on their first date?” he asked Yoo Ji who was trying to focus on the game.

“Of course I knew, I am not cut off from the world” she rolled her eyes and put down three hearts.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Shi Jin asked with a pout on his face.

“Why would I? Are you dating Mo Yeon?” she seriously asked him, looking him in the eye.

“No but that guy is an asshole!” he let out a frustrated groan.

“I know, I was tempted to punch him too but I was here and I couldn't do anything” she replied.

“I should’ve circumcised him before I left so he would only have his illegitimate children when he needs an heir” Yoo Ji muttered, making all three men look at her in surprise.

“What? Are you surprised I know that or that I can get violent?” she questioned.

“He has illegitimate children?” Shi Jin’s lips started to widen into a smile, then it was a full-blown laugh.

“How do you know these things?” Gwang Nam queried.

“I have sources.” she cryptically said. When all three of the men’s radios went off. Something was happening. 

“We’re going under FPCON BRAVO” Dae Young informed Yoo Ji.

“Force Protection Condition” Gwang Nam translated to Yoo Ji. They left their game and went to get ready, they were going to get briefed on the situation. All that they knew was that the Medi-Cube was under protection. 

“It turned out that President Mubarat of the Arab league needs medical attention” Shi Jin repeated the information that was given to him by his superior, Dae Young and Shi Jin were briefing their team on who the resident was, and how important his role was.

Yoo Ji was waiting with the medical team, she was observing quietly from the back, it seemed that she didn't pick up on the tension between Shi Jin and Mo Yeon because they seemed to be upset with each other. Shi Jin silently handed Mo Yeon the medical chart of the patient. 

“What is this? Everything is censored, how do they want us to read it and make a proper diagnosis?” Doctor Song protested when he saw the black lines going through the vital information.

“In the VIP Charts there are more lies than truths anyway” Mo Yeon responded 

“Why would any doctor do that?” Chi Hoon was puzzled, probably thinking about how it’s illegal to record false information.

“Just like poor people need Schweitzer, VIPs need special doctors too, their medical history can be used as their weakness” Mo Yeon continued, not noticing Shi Jin’s look, Yoo Ji did, and he looked like he regretted something. Probably something he said to her.

The patient arrived and they started performing emergency medical procedures, the president’s bodyguards tried to make Yoo Ji step out of the room. Yoo Ji already knew that they would try so she showed them her UN badge and that she can be their translator as she was able to speak Arabic fluently. They had no choice but to allow her, as there were a language barrier and so little time.

As they talked about the patient’s treatment, it seemed that it wasn’t going too well, and the guards were expecting Yoo Ji to translate, but she found herself confused as well.

“The symptoms don’t add up, how is that even possible?” she added.

“That’s because there is something that they don’t want us to know about,” Mo Yeon said, turning to look at Shi Jin.

“I need to open him up to see what's causing the bleeding in the abdominal cavity,” Mo Yeon told him before turning to her medical team.

“Prepare the operating room quickly!” her order was cut off when the main security guard spoke up in English.

“I can’t let you do that, you can’t operate on him” he paused,“The President’s doctor will be here in an hour,” he stated.

“The patient won’t last an hour, they need to operate now” Yoo Ji intervened in Arabic knowing that if they didn't save him now it will be blamed on them and if he does die then it’s also on them, and she saw in Mo Yeon’s eyes that she was willing to take the chance. Everyone’s eyes widened when they heard her speak Arabic, they didn't know she spoke Arabic fluently.

“I can’t let you put a knife in the leader of the Arab world.” he insisted.

“What do you mean? If I don’t operate now he won’t last 20 minutes” Mo Yeon responded in English.

“Only Arab doctors perform on the President!” the bodyguard pulled out his gun and pointed it at Mo Yeon, Yoo Ji could see the breath she sucked in. Yoo Ji surveyed the room and tried to find a weapon she could use in case things got ugly. She was still standing beside the bodyguards and with the way things are going that didn't seem safe. She locked eyes with Gwang Nam. The medical team took a visible step back while the Alpha Team all reached for their guns, keeping their hands above the holster when Shi Jin motioned with his hand to wait.

Gwang Nam signaled with his eyes to start making her way to their side behind him. She slowly inched towards them as Shi Jin listened to his superior on the radio and Mo Yeon told the bodyguard that once she removes her hands, he will die.

“I am not trying to change history here.” she tried one last time to convince him. When he didn't budge, Shi Jin listened to his superior as he talked. The alpha team is doing the same. Yoo Ji watched Gwang Nam’s face to try and decipher what he’s saying, she didn't think it was anything good as all of their eyes flickered to Mo Yeon at the same time. 

“Can you save this patient?” Shi Jin asked Mo Yeon, it seemed like he made a decision already and Dae Young was on the same page as him. It really impressed Yoo Ji how they communicated silently and got the message across to all five of them without uttering a word. Gwang Nam gestured for her to hurry up.

“I can save him” Mo Yeon’s soft voice called out and Shi Jin nodded and turned off the radio, and took out his earpiece while Gwang Nam gestured Yee Ji again to come closer. 

“Then save him” he put up his gun quickly. Yoo Ji had swiftly made her way to Gwang Nam’s side and was standing behind him. He was pointing his rifle at one of the bodyguards. Yoo Ji held onto his back feeling his warm body. She slightly blushed at the contact but she knew now isn’t the time and especially when this could be their last day on earth, she shook it out of her head and focused on the bodyguards’ faces from behind team Alpha.

If this was any other circumstances he would have totally had a moment about her touching him, but this was life and death right now, he’ll have to wait.

[softsichenghours]

off limits. {w.y}

summary: in which your brothers bestfriend, wong yukhei, keeps stumbling into your room while he’s high

word count: 4.6k 

warnings: swearing, implied attempted sexual assault, suggestive (making out), mentions of drugs and drug use. 

fuck equations. that’s all you could think as you flipped through your math packet, trying to find a question you knew how to answer. it didn’t help that your brother, jae, was blaring the most obnoxious music downstairs. it was so loud that your head pounded and the floor vibrated. he didn’t seem to take the hint to turn it down when you stomped on the floor. there was no way you could do your homework with this noise, and you couldn’t even sleep, so you retrieved your laptop from underneath your bed and plugged in your headphones, hoping something on netflix would drown out the music.

you were three minutes into an episode of friends when your door opened suddenly. you glanced up from your screen, expecting it to be jae, to see wong yukhei standing in the doorway in all his glory. lucas, to his friends, but you called him by his birth name to piss him off.

   “oh shit, i always come in here thinking it’s the bathroom.” he chuckled, a smug grin on his face. he wore a pair of grey sweatpants and a black hoodie, and even though he put no thought into it, you found him undeniably attractive. every girl did. his hood was pulled over his head, the second sign that he was high as the hills. the ends of his dyed hair fell in his face as his round eyes bore into you.

   “well, it’s still not the bathroom.” you joked and sat up straighter. he looked around for a moment, his hand still steady on the doorknob.

   “lucas, get out of my sisters room, she stinks!” jae called from downstairs. you rolled your eyes and wanted to hit him. yukhei just shrugged and winked at you.

   “i’ll see you around, ____.”

wong yukhei was your brother’s bestfriend and had been since they were in the 6th grade. you were a year younger and yukhei’s presence always made you timid until the 10th grade when you actually talked to him. it was at a party that your friend had dragged you to. she left you alone in the living room to go make out with a senior in the closet, and yukhei kept you company for the night. unfortunately, everyone knew you as jae’s younger sister, his hot friends included. sadly, yukhei was one of his hot friends.

your mind stuck on the encounter with the boy through the following days. although, it wasn’t the first time he had stumbled into your room thinking it was the bathroom. your parents had invited yukhei to stay for dinner, and because of the small dining room table, he was stuck sitting next to you. you ate in silence, your parents talking about something to do with the neighbours.

   “____, why don’t you ever have friends over for dinner?” your mom asked, bringing you back to earth with your name being said.

   “because she doesn’t have any.” jae snickered while shoving a forkful of vegetables in his mouth. you kicked him under the table and he acted like you just beat him with a baseball bat.

   “she kicked me!” he whined.

   “yeah? i’ll do it harder next time.” you taunted. this is usually how family dinners went. you heard yukhei suppress his laughter from beside you.

   “both of you, be good.” your mother warned, shooting daggers at you and jae.

   “i like your spite.” yukhei said as you were helping to clean up after dinner.

   “it’s kind of second nature from growing up with jae.” you laughed and gathered the plates in your arms.

   “here, let me help you with that.” he offered and took the stack. you smiled in thanks. when he loaded them into the dishwasher, his eyes fell on you again.

   “jae’s really a nuisance to you, isn’t he?”

   “sadly.” you crossed your arms and leaned against the counter. “i’m used to it. usually he gets his way.”

   “really? i thought it was usually the younger sibling?” he raised an eyebrow as he approached you.

   “it’s the favourite child that gets their way.” you said but before yukhei could respond, jae walked into the kitchen.

   “ew, get away from her, she might kick you.” he scrunched up his face and discreetly slipped his jacket on, the one you knew had his lighter and joints in the pocket. he was lucky you hadn’t told your mom. no, you wouldn’t do that. sure, you were his annoying little sister, but you weren’t a snitch. 

the second time yukhei found himself in your bedroom happened the same way as before. he stumbled in, stoned out of his mind, looking for the bathroom. or so you assumed.

   “still not the bathroom, yukhei.” you sighed, not even looking up from your homework.

   “no, i posted something really embarrassing on jae’s instagram and he’s gonna kick my ass when he sees it but he’s in the bathroom right now so i need to hide in here.”

you looked up at him with an arched eyebrow.

   “please?” he pleaded with a sweet smile.

   “okay.” you gave in and moved some papers out of the way for him to sit at the foot of your bed. he quickly closed the door behind him and sat with you.

   “girls rooms are so weird…” he pondered, looking around.

   “why?”

   “i don’t know, you just have a lot of stuff in here…” it was obvious that his thoughts weren’t coherent. your eyes couldn’t help but wander to him. his breathing was heavy and made the fabric that was clinging to his chest moved up and down. he had his hood down, his messy hair falling in his eyes. his tanned skin looked so smooth that you were almost tempted to reach out and touch it.

nobody knew about your crush on your brothers bestfriend. not your friends, not your brother, not even your bestfriend. nobody knew that you wished for yukhei to open your door every time he was over. nobody knew how crazy you were for the boy.

you hadn’t realized that you were staring at him until his eyes met yours. you looked away immediately, trying to ignore the blush spreading across your cheeks.

   “like what you see?” he smirked.

   “oh shut up.” you muttered and rolled your eyes. it went quiet, the silence more or less awkward.

   “wong yukhei!” jae’s yell pierced the silence. you started to laugh, but yukhei’s face contorted into fake fear.

   “i’m gonna kill you!” jae yelled and you heard him run around the house trying to find the boy. when you heard a thud followed by him cursing, both of you started to double over in laughter. you didn’t even hear him come up the stairs until your bedroom door opened abruptly.

   “why are you in my sisters room, you weirdo?” jae questioned, seeming to have forgotten whatever yukhei had posted on his instagram. even though jae was mean to you usually, he was extremely protective over you.

   “hiding from you.” you replied, trying to stop your laughter.

   “get out.” jae jerked his head towards the doorway and rolled his eyes. yukhei sent you an apologetic look and rose from his spot on your bed. when he had left, jae’s eyes landed on you.

   “lucas is off limits.”

   “what? ew!” you feigned disgust and tried not to blow your cover. jae was silent for a moment, just looking at you.

   “good.”

long after you had gone to bed, jae and yukhei were still awake in the basement.

   “don’t get too comfortable around ____. my sister’s off limits.” jae warned, his eyes not leaving the tv screen.

   “ew, i would never.” yukhei laughed, jamming on the controls on the game console controller in his hands.  

the truth is, no one knew about yukhei’s massive crush on you. 

   “i’m having friends over. that means you don’t make noise, don’t talk to them, don’t come downstairs, just—don’t embarrass me, okay?” you had to explain to the boys who weren’t really paying attention.

   “yes, your highness.” yukhei joked, smiling up at you. you liked him a lot better when he wasn’t high.

   “yeah, we’ll behave.” jae added.

   “you better,” you wagged a finger at them just as the doorbell rang. “that’s them. be good.”

your high pitched laugh (that sounded more like a shriek) pierced the air when your bestfriend, dae, hit you with a pillow while you were already down.

   “this is what you get for making me die in fortnite!” she laughed, smacking you again. she had a point, you made her lose because you distracted her by throwing popcorn at her face. soon, dae and your other friend, chul, were playfully attacking you with the pillows from the couch. your loud laughter and stop!’s echoed through the basement and to the upstairs level of the house.

you knew you had disturbed the boys when the door opened and their footsteps came padding down the stairs.

   “what are you—” jae started but stopped once he seen you almost in a pile on the floor. you could barely breathe from laughing.

   “yukhei, save me!” you called jokingly.

yukhei hurriedly scooped you away from the girls. he carried you bridal style away from their pillow weapons and you hadn’t even realized until you came down from your laughter high.

   “wow, my knight in shining armour.” you breathlessly chuckled, looking up at the charming boy, your arms locked around his neck. he looked so… soft. a cute smile danced on his lips and it took everything in your power not to lean in and kiss them. dae and chul merely looked at each other, already having suspicions. he winked at you, making your cheeks heat up, before placing you on the couch. then, your eyes fluttered closed as his plump lips touched your forehead.

sadly, your moment only lasted a second before jae was ripping yukhei away from you. he was angry that yukhei had been so touchy with you, the protective older brother side of him coming out.

   “i said my sister’s off limits!” he hissed quietly, shoving him upstairs. off limits? isn’t that what he had told you about yukhei?

when they were gone again, almost as quickly as they had came, a hush fell over the three of you. you all looked at each other before dae and chul broke into excited smiles and sat on either side of you, getting ready to chat your ear off about the possibility of you and wong yukhei.

parties definitely weren’t your scene, but you had somehow let dae drag you along to another obnoxious house party. the average sized house was so packed with people that they were spilling out into the front and back yard. you easily lost dae and tried to maneuver your way around the sweaty, half drunk bodies to find her. you knew jae was there, too, and didn’t want to bump into him. you didn’t want to bump into any of jae’s friends for that matter, maybe except for yukhei. you didn’t know if he would be there, and if he was, he was probably getting high in the backyard.

after your failed attempts at finding your bestfriend, you decided to retreat to the somewhat quieter living room, hoping to be able to hear your thoughts through the blaring music. you stood on your tiptoes one last time to try and catch a glimpse of the girl, but a pair of hands placed on your waist from behind made you drop to your height. when you turned around, you were met with someone much taller than you.

   “yukhei, hi.” you smiled, his presence always making you happy.

   “hey cutie,” his words made your stomach do a somersault. “have you seen your brother?” of course, there was the catch.

   “uh, no, actually. check the backyard.” you advised, taking a step away from him.

   “you good? where’s dae?” he raised an eyebrow and looked around.

   “i lost her. she’s somewhere,” you laughed fakely. “i was just trying to find her.”

   “she shouldn’t be far. i’ll see you later, ____.” yukhei nodded nonchalantly as his eyes wandered over the crowd, like he was trying to find someone too. 

after sitting in the living room with your eyes glued to your phone for 15 minutes, you were bored and quite frankly, ready to leave. the living room had turned into a place for obnoxious couples to make out when all the bedrooms upstairs were filled. you rolled your eyes and got up from the couch, determined to find dae and leave.

while you were in the middle of the crowd and your searching efforts still weren’t enough, a pair of hands grabbed your hips and pulled you in.

   “yukhei–” you started but soon realized that the guy holding onto you wasn’t yukhei. you recognized the older boy as one of jae’s friends but couldn’t remember his name.

   “i haven’t seen you in forever. you grew up.” he smirked as his eyes wandered your body. you swallowed heavily and tried to take a step back, but his grip on you wouldn’t allow it.

   “c’mon baby.” he chuckled creepily and leaned in closer to you, the smell of alcohol hitting your nostrils.

   “stop.” you furrowed your eyebrows and once again tried to back away, but bumped into the crowd instead.

   “don’t play hard to get. what’s a pretty little thing like you doing by herself at a party? you need to have some fun.” his hand travelled down your hip to squeeze your ass, making you painfully uncomfortable. you tried to get away from him again but couldn’t. by now, you were scared.

   “hey, get your hands off my girl.” an angry voice boomed from over your shoulder. the guy quickly backed off at the sight of yukhei, who easily towered above him. you fled to yukhei’s side, his arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulders.

   “what do you think you were doing, huh?” he questioned, his eyebrows tugged together and anger in his deep eyes.

   “s-sorry man…” the guy gulped, obviously scared.

   “i’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

   “sorry ____.” he breathed out, taking another step back and his eyes frantically looking around for a way to escape.

   “if you ever touch her or any other girl like that for that matter, i’ll make sure you won’t even be able to use your hands ever again.” yukhei taunted, his voice deep and menacing. the guy fled, disappearing back into the crowd.

   “are you okay?” yukhei sighed, concern in his voice. you tilted your head up to look at him and he moved his hands to your shoulders. his expression had turned from angry to worried.

   “i’m okay.” you said quietly. he looked around for a moment before looking back at you.

   “do you wanna get out of here? just go somewhere quieter? text dae and tell her that you’re leaving and i’ll handle your brother.” he suggested. you nodded, the party music giving you a massive headache. and after your encounter, you were ready to just get out of there.

yukhei’s car was messy and cold but the air freshener masked the scent of weed with the scent of sweet vanilla. you knew he wasn’t high tonight by the way he was acting. goosebumps spread on your bare skin and you hadn’t bothered to bring a jacket. you mentally cursed yourself as you sat in the passenger seat.

   “you cold?” yukhei raised an eyebrow when he noticed you cross your arms in an attempt to keep in your body warmth.

   “i’m alright.” you reassured. he wouldn’t take it though, as he took the black hoodie off his body and handed it over to you.

   “but you–”

   “i have another in the backseat and this one’s warmer.” he pushed it into your hands, not taking no for an answer. he reached over the seat and grabbed a white hoodie. hesitantly, you slipped it over your head and soon you were engulfed in his scent. yeah, he wore too much cologne but it was better than smelling like weed.

you ate in silence in yukhei’s car after he bought burgers and fries for the both of you. his phone buzzed and he rolled his eyes as he read the text.

   “jae’s pissed at me for leaving with you.” he mumbled.

   “why?” you sighed, leaning back in the seat and crumpling the paper bag you had just finished with. yukhei was silent, not wanting to tell you why. you glanced over at him to find that he was already looking at you. you felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you faced forward again.

he took a deep breath. “he’s really overprotective, y’know.”

   “trust me, i know.” you laughed bitterly and played with the long sleeves of his hoodie.

   “and because of that, he hates the mention of any guy around you. even me.” he admitted.

   “god, what a dickhead!” you exclaimed. yukhei laughed at your outburst. “seriously! no wonder i don’t have a boyfriend…”

   “yeah, every guy is off limits to you.” when he said that, you remembered what jae had told yukhei that night when your friends were over. “even me.”

he mumbled the last part so quietly that you barely even heard it. but you did.

   “funny, because jae told me that you were off limits.” you laughed quietly. yukhei was silent and you were worried that you had interpreted his words the wrong way. you looked at him. he was leaning his arm against the window and ran a hand through his hair.

   “why would jae have to tell you that?” he questioned, looking at you. you felt yourself freeze as you scrambled for an answer.

   “why would he have to tell you that?” you fired back. yukhei thought again for a moment.

   “because i’ve liked you for like, three years?” he chuckled softly, not being able to take his eyes off you. your mouth slightly hung open and you were sure your heart was racing at a million miles per hour.

   “now you know the answer to your question, too.”

yukhei couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. he had hid his feelings for you for so long because of jae, but now that he knew you felt the same way, it took everything in him not to unleash his affection. still, his mind worried. one of two things could happen: this happens and jae acts even more overprotective over you and gets mad at him, or this doesn’t happen and you grow distant because of your unrequited feelings. yukhei didn’t want the latter to happen.

he was so consumed in his own thoughts that he hadn’t realized that he was silently staring at you.

   “yukhei? what is it?” you asked worryingly, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

he couldn’t help himself from leaning over the center console and attaching his lips to yours. it felt so right to do, you’d been wanting it for years. you had fantasized about his soft lips, and now here you were, kissing him in his car. 

you hadn’t told anyone about what happened with you and yukhei. if the news spread and jae heard, both you and yukhei were dead. you decided you needed to confront jae.

   “why did you tell yukhei i was off limits?” you asked nonchalantly one evening while channel surfing.

   “uh, because you’re my sister?” he mumbled through a mouthful of popcorn.

   “so? wouldn’t you rather me date him than any of your other douchey friends?” you shuddered while thinking of what happened at the party. jae thought for a moment.

   “well, yeah. but you don’t need a boyfriend so don’t get any ideas, brat.” he warned and threw a handful of popcorn at you. oh well, at least you had tried. 

you had gone all week without seeing yukhei. usually this wouldn’t faze you, but after your last encounter, you were dying to see him. you didn’t know what you were. your feelings had been revealed and you couldn’t get the thought of yukhei liking you off your mind. you couldn’t stop thinking about him thinking about you. so you got an idea.

you tagged along with jae to the next party the next weekend, knowing yukhei would be there. you decided to stick with jae, knowing wherever he went, yukhei would be.

and there he was. looking as handsome and irresistible as ever. he was standing in the backyard with a few other boys, even his stance was tempting you. he wore a white hoodie that clung to his taut chest, his signature black hoodie being still in your room from the week before, and jeans that were ripped at the knees. his hood was up and the ends of his floppy hair fell in his face. whatever he was talking about made him laugh, and his wide smile took over his face. his honey toned skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. you were so entranced by the boy.

   “okay, go inside now.” jae scoffed from beside you, not wanting you to be there while he smoked. jae’s voice brought yukhei’s attention to you two. he stopped whatever sentence he was speaking when he saw you, a goofy smile springing to his face. thankfully, jae didn’t notice, but everyone else did.

   “____, go.” jae urged.

   “i’m going!” you said defensively, not being able to take your eyes off yukhei.

when you were back inside, you had no clue what to do with yourself. you were itching to be with yukhei again, and he was outside getting high with your brother. it was really a hit or miss. you mingled with a few girls you sort of knew from your biology class, sat in the living room with the obnoxious couples, and finally decided to get yourself a drink. you didn’t like drinking, but you needed one to get yukhei out of your thoughts.

as you maneuvered your way to the makeshift bar, you were aware of someone following you. you stopped walking to see if the person would back off, but instead you were greeted with a pair of hands on your waist and a voice in your ear.

   “i missed you.” yukhei murmured, his lips almost gently touching your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you turned to face him, grabbing his hands in your own.

   “let’s get out of here then.” 

the second time kissing yukhei was definitely better than the first. and the third, and the fourth. each was better than the last. you thought you had died and went to heaven when you ended up sitting in yukhei’s lap in the driver's seat in an empty parking lot. you straddled his waist, your legs on either side of him, as he pulled you down to kiss him.

   “god, i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of this.” he whispered against your lips, sending shocks of energy through your body.

   “i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of you.” you replied, briefly taking your lips from his. you ran your hands through his hair as his ran up and down your back. your kisses quickly went from short and sweet to deep and sloppy, each wanting more of the other.

just as yukhei’s large hands found their way to the hem of your shirt, his phone rang. you cursed the damn thing, wanting to throw it out the window.

   “it’s jae.” he sighed before swiping the screen and holding the phone to his ear. jae’s voice was so loud on the other end that you could almost hear what he was saying.

   “yeah yeah, she’s right here.” yukhei sighed, glancing at you as if to say “i’m sorry.”

   “mhm, i’ll bring her home…no! get your mind out of the gutter.” he pretended to be disgusted. “yeah, we’ll be there soon.” he groaned and hung up the phone, dropping it back in the cup holder. his attention immediately went back to you.

   “i’m sorry, baby…” he sighed softly, his hands rubbing your sides.

   “it’s okay, yukhei.” you forced a smile and leaned down to kiss him once more, your hands cupping his face.

   “i’m gonna talk to jae. because i can’t keep pretending. and honestly, i don’t care what he says. he can’t stop us. i just want you to be mine.” 

the next time yukhei stumbled into your room, you didn’t protest it. you had heard him padding up the stairs, yelling out to jae that he was going to use the bathroom, but you knew why he was upstairs. he stood in the doorway with his hand on the doorknob for a moment, just looking at you.

   “hey yukhei…” you smiled, waving a hand in front of his face to bring him back to earth. you knew he was stoned out of his mind but tried to ignore it. you didn’t like his habit, but you weren’t about to try and change him.

   “can i come in?” he smiled innocently, already closing the door behind him. when you nodded and made space for him, he ignored the spot you had patted and jumped on your bed. you laughed and fell back so you were lying down and he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

   “i missed you.” he giggled, his lips tickling your neck.

   “i missed you too.” you sighed softly, running a hand through his soft hair. it was silent for a moment, his eyes fluttering closed and his chest heaving against your arm with deep breaths.

   “you’re wearing my sweater.” he mentioned, his wide brown eyes opening to look up at you.

   “you want it back?”    “no, i want it back when it smells like you.” he said, admiring you through hooded eyes. you both fell silent again, just enjoying the others company.

   “when are you going to tell him?” you asked quietly, your fingers playing with his hair as his head laid on your chest. you needed more than texts and small moments like this with yukhei.

   “soon. i promise.” he sighed, looking away from you.

   “promise?” you held out your pinky finger to him. his laugh made you vibrate as he brought his larger pinky up to lock it with yours.

   “you’re so cute.” he murmured, but was cut off by a voice from downstairs.

   “lucas, did you die?” jae yelled from the bottom of the stairs. you could tell because he seemed close but you hadn’t heard him come up the stairs, but he could’ve while your heartbeat was pounding in your ears.

   “no, i’ll be down in a minute.” yukhei sighed and sat up. you looked at him with an understanding look, sitting up to face him. he cupped your face in his large hands, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, nose and then lips.

   “you’re adorable, dork. i love you.” he mumbled against your lips with a soft smile. as he stood from your bed, you were breathless. he loved you? you didn’t think he realized what he said, but when you didn’t say anything, he turned back to you, his smile fading a bit.

   “yukhei, i love you too, idiot.” 

jae was less than pleased when yukhei told him about you two, but didn’t fight it. he didn’t try to keep you apart, knowing that he couldn’t stop you if this is what you really wanted. he didn’t want to lose his bestfriend and his little sister’s trust.

now every time that yukhei came over, you hung out together. jae left you alone sometimes, not wanting to third wheel and be sick because of  your affection. you still treasured those moments of yukhei finding his way into your room, but now, he wasn’t allowed to leave without a hug and kiss.

[charliexhaeya]

Charlie Hae // Intro ☼

(  lee felix  ♡  twenty one  ♡  cismale  ♡   he/him  )   I   just  heard   CHARLIE HAE   blasting   to     HAPPINESS by PENTAGON  !    I   mean ,  it's   not    surprising .   the   squad    knows   them   as    THE  SUNSHINE  ,   since   they're    JUBILANT  &   FOOLISH …    maybe   that's   because   they're   a   huge    VIRGO .   on   a   good   day ,   you'll   find   them at    CENTRAL PARK .   let's    hope   to   see   more   of   them !  (  backy  ♡  25  ♡   she/her  )  Hello!! My name is Backy and this is my sunshine Charlie. He’s a new muse of mine so please bear with me while I work out the kinks! Allons-y! ☼

☀️ The Basics ☀️ ☼ Full Name: Charlie Hae (The Sunshine) ☼ Talent claim / Faceclaim: Lee Felix ☼ Age: 21 ☼ Birthday: September 15 ☼ Languages: English, minimal Korean ☼ Occupation: Baker @ tbd ☼ Hobbies: Walking in the park, taking naps in the sunshine, baking, volunteering at the animal shelter, petting dogs, playing video games, dancing

☼ Zodiac: Virgo ☼ Sexuality: Pansexual ☼ Drinking, smoking, drugs: Yes, no, no ☼ Likes: The sun!!, cupcakes, flowers, tea, sweet food, cuddling, warm blankets, soft snow, crunchy leaves ☼ Dislikes: Sour food, the dark, spiders, fighting, loud noises, overcast weather ☼ Random HCs: Freckles!!, deep af aussie voice (the duality), loves wearing big soft sweaters (sweater paws!), actually randomly competitive and will kick your ass at video games, a pacifist but not as defenseless as he looks (might kick your ass physically too idk)  

☀️ The Personality ☀️ ☼ Jubilant: Always happy about something!! Gets really excited about the small things in life like little flowers growing from the sidewalk or that small patch of sunlight that shines through his window in the morning. Usually excited and has lots of energy just like the sun itself. Wants to spread his happiness and joy with everyone so expect lots of impromptu dancing and smiles. ☼ Caring: Loves his friends and is always trying to take care of them. Usually by bringing around baked good from the bakery or trying to cheer people up with good vibes. So reliable! Will absolutely love on you and try to help in whatever way he can. Maybe not so good at giving advice but will listen no matter what! ☼ Affectionate: Touchy & Cuddly!! Gives good hugs and always wants to be in other peoples’ personal space. Loves holding hands and getting piggyback rides. Just wants to be friends with everyone! Very #soft vibes when he’s not totally wound up.

☼ Clumsy: Always has scrapped knees or cuts on his fingers from trying to do kitchen things. He can bake like no tomorrow but it’s better not to let him near sharp things like knives or blenders. Should be supervised at all times and someone should make sure his shoes are tied properly before he leaves the house to prevent tripping (even if he probably will anyway). Has a horrible sense of balance unless he’s dancing. ☼ Foolish: Heckin’ gullible. Will believe anything you tell him probably but also kind of dense and can’t take a hint. Asks a lot of dumb questions but he just wants to learn!! Really loves life and wants to always believe that people have good intentions even when they definitely don’t. Has probably been the victim of a phone scam or five. ☼ Emotional: Really takes everything to heart and even though he’s good at pretending to be happy 24/7 sometimes he gets really sad if he thinks someone might dislike him or gets too aggressive with him. He really hates it when people fight and will probably blame himself even if he did nothing wrong. Doesn’t like to burden other people with his emotions but might start crying if he gets overwhelmed or hurt and might get homesick sometimes!

☀️ The History ☀️ ☼ o1. Okay gonna keep this short cuz it’s really not that important but Australian!! Has three older sisters and that honestly explains a lot. Grew up mostly playing with them and never really questioning that he wasn’t like the other boys. Not really one for the rough and tumble and kinda got bullied for it but his sisters beat the shit out of his aggressors anyways so. ☼ o2. He moved to New York to go to art school but dropped out because he realized he liked baking better. Besides, he was kinda failing but don’t tell his parents that (He couldn’t keep up with the theory). Now he’s a head baker at the bakery and even though he doesn’t make a lot of money he’s pretty happy with it! Spends most of the day designing cute cupcakes and making cakes for clients and weddings! He loves weddings.

☀️ The Wanted Connections ☀️ ☼ The Sun & The Moon – Someone with a total opposite personality!! Maybe awkward at first, maybe they don’t get along at all but eventually they’re two sides of the same coin. Taken by Micah (Miki // Future Ship!) ☼ Pseudo-Sister – Someone who reminds him of his sisters & protects him (even if he probably can protect himself). He’s kind of imprinted on her like a baby duck. In reality they’re actually really great friends (besties even!) just with a sibling type of relationship. Taken by Sunny (Gina // Soft spot!)

☼ BFFL – Just as it says! His ride or die, his platonic soulmate, the peanut butter to his jelly. We can work out the deets later! Taken by Miyo (Aly // Clumsy babies!), Doyun (Isa // BroTP!) ☼ Annoyed Protector – Someone who’s annoyed by Charlie but also soft for him at the same time. Might bully him a bit but if anyone else does it? Heaven forbid. Taken by Oliver (Miki // Hajima)

☼ First Aid – Someone who knows Charlie is a big dumb and will probably hurt himself on any given outing. Always has some band aids handy and makes sure he ties his shoes so he doesn’t trip!! Pretty much his mom friend, even if it is begrudgingly. Taken by Micah (Miki // Future Ship!)

☼ Emotional Confidant – Even though he cries easily, he tries not to. Someone who could comfort him!! Who he can rant to and let it all out with? He might be sunshine incarnate but he’s still a human with some very real emotions! Taken by Aiden (Isa // Big brother figure!), Doyun (Isa // BroTP!) 

☼ Platonic Cuddles – Pretty self-explanatory but cuddling with no meaning behind it. Honestly none of you are safe anyway whether you sign up or not. 

☼ Bad Influence – Someone who gets him to do “bad” things like getting shit faced and stuff. He loves dancing but is not sure about clubs and things like that. Kind of like a party sensei I guess.

☼ Flings? – I feel like he’s the type to be an angel in the streets but a devil in the sheets. Don’t let his cute and innocent look fool you! This boy is long past innocent. Taken by Dae (Aly // Exes on good terms!)

These are just some more specific plots I had in mind but totally willing to brainstorm other things if you’re not vibing with any of these! I’d love some other types of romance plots too (I’m just bad at thinking of them) and maybe some other types of friendship plots!

[lifeofbouyd]

Vacay - Tropical Bliss

Overhearing a conversation in the bar.

I think it’s best you shut up Jen, you talk too much. I didn’t book my ticket to come to sit in a hotel and do nothing. I came here to enjoy the sun, the food, the rum and get some Caribbean dick before going back. If you wanna sit here and do nothing that’s your business, I wanna get wild tonight.

A few seconds into hearing them debate over vacation plans I had asked the bartender for something strong, as I needed to wash away my “X”. 2 shots of tequila, 1 shot Henny, 1 shot Vodka, 2 bananas, and some fruit juice. He whipped it up and poured it out in a tall glass, handing me a slice of lime and some salt on my hand.

Bartender: I call this the Chemical X. Drink it slowly then eat the lime and the salt.

I thought he was joking because he said that for every drink he had made before. But there was something spooky about this one, looking like some lab project about to explode.

If you can drink this in two gulps I’ll personally pay you $50 USD. By the time he said that the entire bar was looking at us. I’m never one to back from a challenge and even tho this seemed like suicide I was already feeling dead so no. I smelled the cup then turned it to my head. “Chug chug chug chug chug” they chanted. By the time I drank the last drop, but the lime and tasted the salt; my body was out of breath. It was harsh on my chest and felt like it was gonna stop my heart from beating. (((((Cough,cough,cough))))) I couldn’t stop coughing. The bartender threw me a bottle of water and I turned it to my head while a lady knocked my back. My eyes were filled with water and steam fumed from my ears.

Bartender: I can’t believe you did that without stopping. Holy shit. You are something else. He dipped for his wallet and placed a sharp $50 bill under my glass.

Foxy: Hi, I’m foxy from California what’s your name? I looked around to only see it was the girl who’d been talking about getting Caribbean dick. Staring at me from head to toe and smiling with my muscles. You work out?

Me: I’m Bouyd, I was born sexy

Foxy: Well, I’m here for a week and I’m single. How much will it cost for you to show me a good time? I got tons of money.

Me: Well I’m not up for sale, but I’m here for a week too. We can hang at no charge.

She took my phone, dialed her number and save it as “Mr. Caribbean”. She said she was gonna take a shower then hit the club later on. That was my original plan but seeing that she wanted my company made it even more fun. I grabbed my $50 and another shot of tequila before running off to my room. My room was facing the ocean on the fourth floor, one of the hotel’s best views. I rearranged my stuff and ordered a bottle of Moët on ice. After taking a long shower she messaged me, wanting to know what room I was in. I shot her the info and within three minutes she had reached my door. I opened the door to a goddess, a totally different person than I had seen in the bar. I couldn’t tell if it was the makeup or if I was drunk but she was damn pretty. She had the figure of a model, standing no more than five feet tall with golden blonde hair. She made herself at home while I got myself together. I premeditated all the things I wanted to do to her, but by the time I got out, her friend was there. Two hot chicks sitting in my bed watching movies. My smile touched my ears as soon as I realized what they were really up to. They popped the Moët and within minutes it was empty. I rolled us some scliffs then dragged my Versace shoe on and headed out.

The hotel provided a shuttle and I was reserved VIP seats. Been a regular guest I got treated like a king. A bottle of champagne, some weed and even some other girls the entertainment guys had lined up for me to meet. We rolled into the party like we owned the place. Approximately 25 if not 30 of us. The selector was whipping up a storm of old dancehall hits and the crowd was feeling it. Before long they were tipsy 🥴. Acting like crack heads. This was their first time smoking weed and drinking Hennessy and that shit hit them hard. Ashley started biting on my pants front, demonstrating how she wants to blow me while Victoria was whining on me from behind. As good as that felt I wanted them sober. I just don’t have it in me to fuck a drunk 🥴. I started handing them bottles of water to calm them down, but the other guys wanted them drunk as fuck. I then realized they were up to no good. I grabbed three of the other girls who were drunk as “bats” and grabbed a cab back to the hotel. Five girls, one king size bed and I didn’t even know what room they were staying in so I could take them to their rooms. I spread all five across the bed and made myself at home in the couch with a scliff, Law and Order and some Hennessy I had left from the day before. I closed my eyes for what I thought was a minute, but by the time I opened my eyes it was 9:30 am. They were still knocked the fuck out looking as if they were dead.

Me: Y’all need to wake the fuck up before I throw some water on y’all ass.

They mumbled showing signs of life which were more than a relief for me. Five dead white girls in my bed would be the headline story. I took me a shower and ordered us breakfast. The room service guys stood steering at all five women in bed.

Guy: Bomboclath bad bwoy, a so yu dae “terble”. Five white gyal one time. Yuh green cyaad sure.

I chuckled and gave him a tip while waking them up. To their surprise, they still had their clothes on and I was gentleman enough to order them breakfast. It would seem this was strange to them that they didn’t get dick after been so high. They spent most the morning in my room talking about their bumass boyfriends back home, and how they’ve never felt a black dick. I just sat there drinking and looking at the planes coming in across the sea.

Jessy: Bouyd, have you ever slept with a foreigner?

Me: Not to my knowledge

Mel: If you got the chance, which of us would you fuck? I smiled and noticed all five as they were eager to hear. Well?

Me: Mmmmm, to be honest, I’d fuck all five if given the chance. I really wouldn’t know who to choose.

Mel: Be careful what you wish for Mr. Man, you might just wind up with five big butt chicks on yo dick tonight. I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of having all five at once. I didn’t really entertain the conversation as I thought it was just a joke. They all came back after showering and we headed to the beach to have some fun. While in the water noticed they kept whispering to each other. What the fuck they up? Mmmm. I swam all the way to the beach line and they did the same. Surrounded by all five girls I kept wondering what they were up to but couldn’t come to a conclusion. Jessy disappeared under the water while I was distracted and to my surprise, she was holding my legs pulling herself up to my waist. She flipped my dick right into her mouth. As dead and cold as it was, it grew instantly into a big cucumber down her throat. Holy shit, she was some different type of freak, an underwater freak. A mermaid 🧜‍♀️ if you asked me. She was down there almost two minutes before pulling up for air. One after the other, they took turns, passing it around like a bottle of wine. Sucking and licking before taking a deep breath after a deep throat. Now, I received multiple blow jobs long before that, but I ain’t ever get no sloppy job under water. This was some next level kinda shit. As good as it felt I was still worried about what people would say if they realized what they were doing. I’d be considered a king which would be good, but l didn’t want that kind of attention. At least not on the beach.

I went back to my room after cumin in the water. All this excitement had made me dizzy. I rolled us some scliffs and pulled a Henny from the fridge. Halfway through the glass, I had fallen asleep, forgetting I even had company. I was sea deep in my sleep when I felt as if someone was sucking my dick. Was it a dream, was it reality, who could be sucking my dick in my sleep? I slowly opened my eyes to see Mel and Jessy sharing my joystick, giving it mouth to mouth to get it stiff. They looked high as fuck. I laid there motionless with my eyes half open watching them get to work. Mel turned her half-empty cup to her head and kept a cube of ice in her mouth. She whispered something to my dick the ran her tongue from the root to the head. An ice-cold deep throat was the outcome. I jumped when the ice touched the head. Holy shit, she gave me a brain freeze 🥶.

Jessy: I told you that would raise the dead. You owe me twenty bux.

They had given me a jump start and to be honest, I had never been so hard before. It’s as if I was sporting a different dick.

Jessy: Let’s roll on a condom and take turns.

They rode and sucked, and rode and sucked and rode and sucked some more. I watched them climaxed several times before helping them out. Sucking on their necks, nibbling on their tits, hard dick in one and finger in the other. I fucked them until they gave up. They got more than they had bargained for. I rolled a spliff and watched them laying down knocked out in the bed. I was way too high to cum, plus I had already cum on the beach. (((Knock, knock, knock))) let us in. It was the other girls banging at the door. I opened the door as naked as I was with a used condom hanging from my dick. They stared at them laying butt naked across the bed with a how the hell did I miss this look on their faces.

Foxy: Can I please have some dick, I am dying here. I’ll even pay.

I was still horny as hell and I wasn’t gonna make this one time opportunity pass me. I agreed but only to a threesome. Her friend was way too sexy for me to let her go. After all, they didn’t travel thousands of miles for some sun and Caribbean rum. They could purchase that anywhere plus, I had never fucked a foreigner before. By the time I agreed they were both butt naked. Kissing, feeling rubbing. Sucking, licking, riding. Shit, I was living the life. Two chicks across the bed while fucking 2 in the sofa. By the time I came they had cum several times and ready for another. But I was too tired to even lift a finger. I sat in the tub 🛀 with the warm water beating on my body trying to catch my breath. To them, I was a star but tbh I was half next to dead. I went back to four naked girls in bed trying to play hero, but by the time I came again, I was unconscious.

I opened my eyes to Jessy fanning me with an old calendar that was hanging from the wall, and Roxy attempting mouth to mouth. Shit😔. I was so tired I could hardly pull my self from the ground. As soon as they helped me up I rolled a spliff and poured some Henny in my cup.

Who wants more dick, I asked. They all laughed cause they almost killed me a few minutes ago. We went out that night, got drunk and did it all over again. They spent their remaining days in my room which caused me to eventually fuck all five. Three of which were married and two in serious relationships.

As fun as it was, that shit gave me cold feet, made me feel like every woman was a potential liar. These women had men back home who’d do anything for them but still, they be here fucking another guy they don’t know shit about. But who was I to judge, we men tend to spend so much time tryna fuck other niggas chicks we forget to fuck our’s or pay them the attention they need. Which eventually pushes them to find love elsewhere. This makes me worry about my karma. What if a nigga is fucking my chick, what if she is giving him heads and telling me she ain’t no freak? Shit, can these chicks even be trusted? I’ve seen so much shit in my time I don’t even know if ima ever trust women. If it comes, I take it, and if it wants to go, I let it. Ain’t got no time to worry about these flight risks.

[monotonemanday]

Star Crossed Entertainers - Part 18

Oh, you thought everyone was happy and things were going to stay super lovely and wonderful? EEERRRHHH WRONG. Not while my angsty ass is writing this Mystic Messenger Fic!! Mwuahaha!

Enjoy!

TW: Adult themes, Violence, and some Swear Words :)

The phone had been vibrating for several minutes. Samantha didn't look to see who it was and acted like it didn't exist. She yawned, stretching out her arms and sitting up in the bed. She felt a chill on her bare skin. Realizing she wasn't wearing anything due to the events of the night before, she covered herself with the silk sheets. Smiling to herself, wrapping her arms around herself, basking in this amazing feeling she had. She closed her eyes ready to be taken away once again by how great she felt, she jolted out of bed throwing on underwear and a t-shirt. The bed was empty. Where was Jumin? Did he leave? Was something wrong?

She bolted out of the bedroom and ran down the stairs. She stopped to see men carrying around and unpacking boxes. Her pause didn't last long. She was passing through the workers calling Jumin's name when suddenly she had been thrown over the shoulder of someone who began to carry her back stairs.

"Jumin! Put me down! What are you doing? Oh my gosh, put me down!"

"I will do no such thing! To think my kitten is just running around in her underwear with strange men in the house. What kind of a boyfriend subjects their girlfriend to prying eyes."

"Girlfriend?! Jumin! Put. Me. Down!"

They had reached the top of the stairs and Jumin finally obeyed Samantha's demand.

"Jumin Han, what is wrong with you?!" Samantha was standing with her arms crossed and the stern look she had sent a chill down Jumin's spine.

"Kitten I-" He began to stutter out a response when Samantha jumped into his arms. Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, Sam peppered the man with kisses. "Samantha, I thought you wanted me to put you down?"

"I just didn't want you carrying me like that. All the blood was rushing to my head." Her sentence came out in pieces as she was still showering her 'boyfriend' with kisses. "You can't just leave me in bed like that. I miss you too much!"

Jumin chuckled and began carrying Sam back into the bedroom. "I'm sorry, my dear. I just wanted to call a new crew of movers so we can get the house put together as soon as possible. Plus, I have to go to work today." Samantha laid her head on Jumin's shoulder and it was like he was carrying a baby.

"I know...I do too. But I don't want to."

Jumin laid Sam on her back on the bed and hovering over her, he planted a deep kiss on her lips. He slowly began to run his hand up her thigh. 'But you have to. And once we're both done, we'll come back here and continue more of what went on last night." His hand moved up her hips and underneath her shirt. "Until then," his fingers on her stomach made her quiver, but the stopped traveling upward. "Get dressed and get ready, Kitten." He had begun to tickle her and her flailing and giggling made it even harder for Jumin to really want to go into the office but he left the bedroom and went to get ready. Samantha checked her phone. All the missed calls were from Baba. She hadn't received any calls or texts from Kaeli so she figured she would check in. She called several times and each call went to voicemail. She even tried to call Zen but still nothing. She figured they were doing things she didn't want to picture, so she let it go.

Samantha finished getting ready and wandered down to the kitchen. She didn't have time for breakfast but she saw Jumin sitting at the counter reading the paper. She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, draping herself over his back, she kissed his cheek. "I'll see you later?"

"No matter who gets here first and when, the chef will be preparing dinner already, love."

"Sounds wonderful." One last peck on the lips and Samantha left him to his reading.

Samantha opened her office door and found Kang Dae sitting at her desk.

"Baba, what are you doing here? How did things go the other-" He stood. Abruptly. Samantha's heart started beating so fast she felt nauseous.

"I can't believe, how irresponsible you are. How much you have let your guard down. Samantha, why did you send away the movers I hired?"

"The movers? Baba, that's what this is about? It was a nice day, and I didn't need them going through our stuff. I figured I could do it myself. Don't worry, I hired another crew."

"That's not the point Samantha! I had a reason to hire that crew and I wanted them there ALL day. I needed to keep an eye on some of them and I entrusted that task to you! I didn't think I had to spell it out for you. You know my idiot son is planning something and the night of the party I found out he has help! Now he's-" Kang's phone began to ring and he immediately answered it. He walked away and Samantha's mind went blank. She had been less observant, ignorant, careless. All she could think about lately was Jumin. And now she potentially messed up something big. She couldn't move. The only thing that broke her paralysis was the yelling of her father.

"SAMANTHA! Do some work. I have to meet with someone. You get your ass to my office in 20 minutes. No exceptions."

"Yes Baba, I'm sorry."

Kang left and Samantha sat at her desk and immediately made a call.

"Hello?"

"Vanderwood I need you to do me a favor. I haven't heard from Kaeli or Zen all day. Kang was just in my office yelling and he got a pretty abrupt phone call. I need you to go to Zen's place and see what's going on."

"Yeah, sure thing. Sam?"

"Yeah, Van?"

"Deep breaths. It's going to be okay. I'll check on those two and you watch out for yourself okay?"

"Got it. And Van...Reagan is involved."

"Got it."

The two hung up and Samantha tried calling Kaeli again. She tried for the whole thirty minutes until she had to go to Kang's office, to no prevail.

Sam approached the guards in front of the doors to Kang's office and they graciously let her in. Her stomach dropped when she saw who was already standing in front of Kang's desk. Reagan was staring at her with his snake-like grin and next to him was Henry Casting. The son of the late Harold Casting. Now in charge of Casting Call Industries and the crime family that accompanied it. The same age as Jumin but not nearly as successful. Golden sandy hair, and dark brown eyes. Handsome. But again, not nearly as handsome as Jumin. He always had a thing for Samantha, but he just wasn't her cup of tea. She approached the desk cautiously. Standing on the side of Henry as far away from Reagan as possible.

"Samantha, we have a business matter to discuss. And this certain matter has to deal with you as both my successor and my daughter."

"Yes, Baba. Sorry, I mean, yes, sir."

"I think it would be beneficial to expand our relationship with the Casting family. We have always been cordial but I think it's time to develop a more intimate relationship with them. Both in business and in personal matters." Kang was looking at Samantha with sorrow in his eyes. He nausea was settling in her stomach more and more.

"Samantha, seeing you at the party a few nights ago, brought back a lot of things. And with my fathers passing I have a lot of new responsibilities to take on. I want to be a good namesake to my father. I would like to make him proud. Provide for my mother and my sister. I need someone by my side that can help me build all of these things. So I am glad to be here, to announce...our engagement."

"Engagement?!"

"Samantha, to benefit this family and this company, you will marry into the Casting family." Kang's voice was the softest she had ever heard it sound. Her body heated up and rage filled her heart. Her eyes immediately shot in Reagans' direction.

"You MOTHER F-"

"SAMANTHA! Henry, if you wouldn't mind. This is a lot to process. Allow us to discuss this as a family and you'll hear from us very soon."

"Of course Mr. Dae." Henry bowed in Samantha's direction and exited the office. As soon as the doors were closed Samantha's hand flew across Reagan's face.

"Where is she you piece of shit?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about crazy bitch!"

"ENOUGH! Samantha, calm down."

"Calm down?! Do you know how much of a snake your son is?! And he potentially...Do you know what your son did to her? He rap-" Samantha felt a harsh tug at the back of her head and a hand wrap around her throat. It was quickly released when Reagan found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

"I know what he did to her."

"Gonna point a gun at your own son, Pop?"

"The only reason you're not dead boy is that you share my blood."

"Oh don't act like you give a shit about that now, old man. And Samantha, before your crazy ass tries to threaten me or attack me again, know that you aren't positive about what I may have or have not done. But if your assumption is correct, threatening my life isn't how you keep your loved ones alive."

"Son. Get out."

"Sure thing, Pops." Reagan put his hands in his pockets and laughed his whole way out of the room.

"He has Kaeli, doesn't he?"

"I'm not positive, Samantha." Kang put his gun back in his desk drawer and Samantha's cell phone began to ring.

"Vanderwood."

"Sam, it's just what you thought. A couple of Reagan's guys are in front of Zen's place. I got a look inside. Zen is there, there's no Kaeli."

"Son of a Bitch! Do you think you can get Zen out?"

"No problem but Sam, there's something else."

"Don't do this Van, how could there be something else?"

"Before I went to Zen's I went to the manor just to see if they had stopped by. I saw that trust fund kid getting into an unmarked car. And it wasn't his usual driver."

Samantha spiked the phone to the floor and screamed as loud as her lungs allowed. She picked up a crystal glass from the desk and hurled it at the wall with great precision, hitting and breaking both the glass and a framed picture of Reagan. She began to stomp towards the door.

"Samantha where-"

"Save it, Baba. I am handling this the way I'm going to handle it."

"I know you are, and you have all of our resources available to you. I was just asking you where you were planning on starting."

"I'm paying a visit to your one-time former lover. My darling former madam."

[underachievement]

Forgot About Thom

Thom Merrilin - Forgot About Thom (f/ Mat Cauthon)

[Thom] Y'all know me Still the same ol' T But I been low key Hated on by Red Ajah Wit most fleas Weevils and smoked meats No egg and no cheese No boats, no trained warhorse, no army Mad at me, 'cause I can finally afford To provide my friends wit much glee Got a cloak wit embroidery and it's all full of knives So I can save other people's lives Rackin' up in the Great Game in back of my head like trophies Ya'll think I'ma let my harp rust I'll bust nuts You better string that thing with cat-gut Who you think taught you the dice rolls Who you think brought you the nobles The well-breds, Lord Teds, and Damodreds, Battle Lords Diademéd And a group that said muthafuck the shaved heads Gave you a scroll full of ballads To sing when you stroll through in your hood And when your Daes Dae'mar wasn't doin too good Who's the bard that they told you to go see Ya'll better listen up closely All you royals that said that I turned dark Or I lost spark Ya'll are the reason that Thom ain't been getting no sleep So burn ya'll, all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me, duel me Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me And turn me back to the young me

[Mat] Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish And Mera'din act like they forgot about Thom

[repeat above refrain]

So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anyone tryna bring Myrdraal your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Just study the tale of his D-E-N-A.

One day I was walkin by Wit an ashandarei When I caught a guy Givin me an awkward eye And stabbed him off in the stableyard Wit his own damn knife I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm luckier 'n me tryna win a war But I'm drunk as fuck Livin' off of the Dark One's luck in ta'veren lore Poppin out wit two Dark One's Eyes, tryna shrug it off Burn you too, man, call the guards I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barking dogs And when the guards came through Me and Thom stood next to four dead corpses Wit a bag full of 'works and a handful of torches And still got their horses So from here on out it's the Dashing Two Startin' today and tomorrows the new And I'm still lucky enough To beat Whitecloaks and the Seanchan too

Mat Cauthon There's a name for you to work your mouth on On a dusty trail In a foreign land Wit my boyz Red Hand 'Til Tarman Gai'don

Settin' bolts loose on The armies of the damn Seanchan There's no way that we can press through, hon It's ok, go with him Tuon

[refrain x2]

[Thom] If it was up to me Aes Sedai would stop comin up to me Wit your hands out lookin up to me Like you want somethin free When my poor nephew was out you wasn't helpin me But now that I got better company Everybody wanna come to me Like it was some disease But you won't get a note from me Cause I'm from the streets of Caemlyn

I told em all All them little nobles Who you think helped mold 'em all Now you wanna run around and talk about knives Like I ain't got none What you think I dropped 'em all Cause I palm 'em off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Thom fell off What, 'cause I been in control Wit a quill and a scroll Tryna get this damn Dragon off? I ain't havin that This is the Third Age of Aftermath It ain't gonna be nothin after that So give me one more Final Stand and burn rap You can have it back

So where's all the real dirty work It's like a swamp in here, Haddon Mirk But all you baseborn jerks Knew that I was strapped wit dirks When you were working out how to smirk

[Mat: refrain x3]

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A Grumpy Rock & A Sunshine Mochi Chapter 16 (Yoonmin/Namjin/Taekook)

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WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE 

                                                   Chapter 16 of ??

                            [YOONMIN NEEDS TO SAIL BEFORE I DIE]

KookieBear: ....

KookieBear: so we may or may not have a situation atm.....

PrincessEomma: OH GOD WHATS WRONG WHAT HAPPENED

RapGodofDestruction: DID YOU AND TAE FIGHT AGAIN???

HopefulAngel: its not kook and tae this time

TaeTae: yeah we good but what’s up??

HopefulAngel: yall remember that cocky little bitch that joined my dance studio a few weeks ago?

PrincessEomma: no, should we?

RapGodofDestruction: isn’t his name like something with dae?

HopefulAngel: yeah, daesuk.

Jeongie: why is my boyfriend upset?

TaeTae: ur alive, jeonghan???

Jeongie: of course i’m alive?? 

Jeongie: now which of you fuckers pissed off my boyfriend

KookieBear: it wasn’t any of us

KookieBear: it was daesuk who aggravated all of us

Jeongie: who the fuck is that bitch.

Jeongie: what the fuck did he do.

PrincessEomma: yeah kookie, what did he do?

TaeTae: also why are we in this group chat?

KookieBear: so we were rehearsing this new choreo Hobi came up with for a showcase at the uni and everything was going fine

KookieBear: but then one of the newbies stumbled into jiminie-hyung and he fell onto daesuk by accident

KookieBear: but daesuk got really pissed off and went off on jiminie-hyung, saying shit like why is he even in the studio when he can’t even dance and shit like that

PrincessEomma: THAT FUCKING LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT SAID WHAT TO MY BABY  (ʘ‿ʘ✿)

PrincessEomma: JOONIE HOLD MY FLOWER I GOTTA GO BEAT HIS ASS  (ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿

RapGodofDestruction: I GOT YOUR FLOWER AND I’M COMING WITH YOU

TaeTae: BUT WHY ARE WE IN THIS GROUP CHAT????

TaeTae: shouldn’t we be in the giant family one so Yoongi hyung knows too???

KookieBear: baby, i love you but do you not remember how hyung can get when he’s that pissed off?

TaeTae: that’s my point, kookie

KookieBear: .....fair enough

HopefulAngel: SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOS

Jeongie: YES BABE??

PrincessEomma: WHAT IS IT

RapGodofDestruction: WHAT’S GOING ON NOW

HopefulAngel: IDK HOW BUT YOONGI HYUNG IS HERE AT THE STUDIO NOW AND HE LOOKS INSANELY MAD

Hoseok watched with wide eyes as an absolutely livid Min Yoongi stormed into his dance studio, the elder’s body completely tensing up and his eyes darkening until they were black with rage when he heard Daesuk’s voice flinging insult after insult at his Sunshine. 

Without any hesitation, Yoongi’s hand reached out and grasped Daesuk by the throat as he slammed the younger into the wall behind him. Gasps erupted from all around the room as everyone watched with fearful eyes as Jimin’s boyfriend took control of the situation.

“What the fuck did you say about my Jimin, you little cunt?” Yoongi snarled, his anger consuming his whole being. Faintly, he could hear Hoseok dismiss the other dancers in the studio and Jimin quietly sniffling. Daesuk struggled to breathe around the hand grasping his throat tightly “G-gak..wh..who..are..you”

“Oh, me?,” Yoongi arched a slender eyebrow as he sneered coldly “I’m no one important, just Jimin’s boyfriend.”

Daesuk’s eyes widened at the news, having heard the rumors of how the notorious bad boy Yoongi was an extremely possessive and protective man of his boyfriend in Uni and had no qualms about putting those who even breathed wrong in Jimin’s direction six feet underground. 

“So you have heard of me?” Yoongi mused, his eyes staring coldly into Daesuk’s wide eyes as he relaxed his grip on the younger’s throat just a tiny bit. Daesuk nodded his head as he begged frantically “Don’t hurt me! Don’t hurt me!”

“Wow, Yoongi-hyung didn’t even do anything yet and he’s already begging for his life.” came the distinct voice of Jungkook from behind Yoongi. Turning his head slightly, Yoongi nodded his head in greeting at Jungkook and took a quick glance at his still sniffling boyfriend before turning his attention back to the man whose throat he was still grasping.

“You should be grateful for my boyfriend. Not only is he willing to put up with your whiny little ass and bitching, but he’s the only reason why you’re not six feet under just yet.” Yoongi sneered coldly then wrinkled his nose in disgust when the scent of piss and shit assaulted his nose. Grimacing in his disgust, he released his grasp on Daesuk’s throat, wiping his hand on his jacket of his suit.

Throwing one more disgusted glance at the man cowering on the floor, he smirked cruelly as he said “Good luck trying to find a job as a dancer with the entertainment companies.”

And with that, he scooped his boyfriend up into his arms bridal-style and out of the studio. In the safety and comfort of his hyungie’s arms, Jimin buried his face into the crook of Yoongi’s neck and continued to cry quietly until he finally fell asleep.

Once he was sure Jimin was asleep, Yoongi placed him in the passenger seat of his Audi, buckling Jimin in and placing a cushion under his head to make sure he didn’t bump his head on anything. Then getting in the driver’s side, he drove them smoothly and quietly back to their apartment, carrying Jimin into their bedroom and laying him gently on the giant bed then tucking him in.

When Yoongi moved to let Jimin rest, he froze when he heard Jimin whimper in his sleep “Hyungie....no go...stay with Minnie..”

“Okay, baby. Hyungie’s gonna be right here with you, baby boy.” Yoongi whispered, quickly shedding his clothes and slipping under the covers. As if sensing Yoongi’s presence, Jimin immediately latched onto Yoongi’s body, tucking his head under Yoongi’s chin as he curled into the elder’s body.

Jimin moaned gently as his eyes fluttered awake, surprised to find himself in his boyfriend’s arms and in their bedroom instead of Hoseok-hyung’s dance studio. Tilting his head up curiously, he giggled sweetly when he saw that his hyungie was still asleep then yelped when familiar fingers brushed against his tummy, effectively tickling him. Pouting, he pawed at his hyungie’s chest until Yoongi finally opened his eyes.

“Hi hyungie.” Jimin greeted, his voice shy and timid. A rosy blush spread across his face as Yoongi peppered his face in butterfly kisses, making him squeak with each one. Chuckling lowly, Yoongi murmured “Hello, little kitten.”

“I’m not a kitten!” Jimin whined, hiding his blushing cheeks in his sweater paws. Yoongi chuckled, pulling Jimin’s hands away kissed the tip of his nose before pulling Jimin over so that he was lying on his back while Jimin laid on top of his body. Peeking up shyly, Jimin asked timidly “Yoongi-hyungie.....do you think I’m good at dancing?”

Yoongi cupped Jimin’s face in his hands as he answered “I don’t think you’re good at dancing. I know you’re a fantastical dancer.”

Jimin giggled when Yoongi drew his face closer until their lips connected in a sweet and gentle kiss, a breathy moan slipping out from Jimin’s throat. Pressing himself closer, Jimin’s tiny hands clutched at Yoongi’s black shirt as Yoongi continued to kiss down his throat, stopping to suck and nibble on some spots and making Jimin mewl as he arched his neck to give Yoongi better access.

“Baby, I want you to listen to me.,” Yoongi’s deep voice rumbled pleasantly against the sensitive skin of Jimin’s throat. Jimin let out a curious sound then squeaked when Yoongi nipped at his weak spot on his throat. “You are perfect the way you are and no one can tell you otherwise. You are my perfect angel and I love you just the way you are.”

It was then that the speakers in the room began to play an all too familiar melody, making Jimin gasp in surprise.

                                      Don't the water grow the trees                                         Don't the moon pull the tide                                         Don't the stars light the sky                                       Like you need to light my life                                           If you need me anytime                              You know I'm always right by your side                                        See I've never felt this love                              You're the only thing that's on my mind

Jimin squealed in surprise then moaned when Yoongi managed to undress him in seconds and latched onto one of his pretty rosy nipples, suckling on the bud harshly and swirling his tongue over the sensitive nub then switching to the other one and back until both nipples were stiffened little peaks. 

                    You don't understand how much you really mean to me                                                 I need you in my life                                                  You're my necessity   ��                                   But believe me you're everything                                     That just makes my world complete                        And my love is clear the only thing that I'll ever see

“H-Hyungie!” Jimin gasped, his small hands coming up to grasp at Yoongi’s shoulders when he felt one of Yoongi’s hands wrap around his flushed cock and stroke it gently. Yoongi hummed as he sucked and nibbled on his Sunshine’s chest, set on his plan to make sure Jimin knew just who he belonged to and whose opinion should matter the most to him.                                                 You're all I ever need                                                  Baby, you're amazing                                    You're my angel come and save me                                                 You're all I ever need                                                 Baby, you're amazing                                    You're my angel come and save me

”Oh! Y-Yoon-Yoongi!” Jimin cried out when one of his boyfriend’s long fingers breached his hole slowly, rubbing against his walls teasingly until it finally pressed itself against the bundle of nerves hidden deep in him while the other hand continued to stroke his leaking cock. Grinding down on his boyfriend’s still clothed body, he whined and pawed at Yoongi’s clothing, wanting the offending articles off. 

                                          Don't the water grow the trees                                             Don't the moon pull the tide                                             Don't the stars light the sky                                           Like you need to light my life                                           We can do anything you like                                 I know we both can get it right tonight                                        You got your walls built up high                                       I can tell by looking in your eyes

”Hn...p-pl..please..hyungie...ah..oh...” Jimin whimpered, arching his back when Yoongi added another finger and used both fingers to rub against his prostate, drawing moans out from Jimin’s plump lips. Smirking, Yoongi asked innocently “Yes, baby? What is it you want hyungie to do?”

                     You don't understand how much you really mean to me                                               I need you in my life                                               You're my necessity                                  But believe me you're everything                                 That just makes my world complete                   And my love is clear the only thing that I'll ever see

”H-hyungie!,” Jimin pouted, his cheeks a bright red at hearing what his boyfriend wanted him to say. Yoongi smiled angelically as he thrusted his fingers in fast and deep, pressing hard against Jimin’s sensitive prostate and making the younger fall forward with a strangled cry. “Ah! Yoon-Yoongi hyungie! W-want you....wa-want hyungie i-in me...”

”Hmm.....no.” Yoongi replied, adding another finger and rubbing all three fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Jimin sobbed, writhing desperately against his hyungie’s body as his cock was stroked fast until he could feel his release drawing closer and closer. 

                                              You're all I ever need                                               Baby, you're amazing                                 You're my angel come and save me                                              You're all I ever need                                              Baby, you're amazing                                 You're my angel come and save me

Jimin shrieked as he came long and hard, arching his back and clutching at Yoongi like his life depended on it. Yoongi removed his fingers from Jimin’s hole and gently nudged Jimin’s head up until they were looking into each other’s eyes then keeping his eyes trained on Jimin’s face, Yoongi drew his hand from Jimin’s softening cock and licked the cum clean off of his hand, making the younger flush brightly and duck his head shyly at the lewd gesture.

                                           When it comes to you                                             Baby, I'm addicted                              You're like a drug, no rehab can fix it                    I think you're perfect, baby, even with your flaws                                    You ask what I like about you                                             Ooh, I love it all

“What’s wrong, love? Why are you getting shy on me now?” Yoongi hummed, his hands coming up to stroke Jimin’s back soothingly. Jimin refused to look up, his cheeks a furious shade of red as he whined “Hyungie...that’s gross...” 

                                          When it comes to you                                             Baby, I'm addicted                           You're like a drug, no rehab can fix it                 I think you're perfect, baby, even with your flaws                                   You ask what I like about you                                             Ooh, I love it all

“But baby boy, I thought I made it clear that I’m addicted to the taste of you.” Yoongi chuckled at the squeak of embarrassment from the ball of sunshine curled up on his body. Sitting up, he quickly undressed himself then scooped Jimin back up bridal-style as he carried him into the master bathroom, where the tub was already beginning to fill with warm water. Grabbing a bath bomb, he sat down in the tub with Jimin between his legs as he dropped the bath bomb into the water, making the water swirl into a myriad of colors.

Jimin sighed as he relaxed his body in Yoongi’s arms, gentle coos and purrs of contentment leaving his luscious lips as Yoongi washed his body with soft gentle strokes as he sang softly 

“You're all I ever need  Baby, you're amazing You're my angel come and save me  You're all I ever need Baby, you're amazing You're my angel come and save me”

“I love you hyungie, thank you for everything.” Jimin murmured sleepily, cuddling into Yoongi’s warm chest. He felt Yoongi press gentle kisses to the top of his head then heard his soft voice reply “And I love you, my Sunshine. You’re my perfect angel.”

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Eyes Closed (M)

G-Dragon: Angst/Small amount of fluff/The ‘Eventual’ Smut Is Here

PART 2-B: (XO) The One About Hong Kong

A/N: FINALLY IT’S HERE! ALL 12 PAGES! I’m sorry it took so long but I had fun writing this one, I hope you all enjoy! xx

(Part One)||(Part Two-A)||(Part Three)

      With my head in my hands and the ever present ringing noise in my ears from the bad decisions from the previous night, I stared at the floor in complete and utter shock. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have let myself not only fuck up for the hundredth time but royally fuck up so bad that I could already hear everybody back in LA screaming at me. But the thing I was afraid of most was the heaviest of my baggage being hurled at me with no way of dodging out of the way; and I could already see him coming at me with reckless abandon. As much as I told myself to stay low key until this week was over, I did the complete opposite and was staring straight into the line of fire. Suddenly a pang of whole body goosebumps hit me as every vile, repressed memory of him crossed my mind.

      After Parties were probably one of the best perks of going to award shows, sure it was fun dressing up and receiving an award and people kissing your ass and telling you how amazing you were but the real party didn’t start until the after parties.

      After Party; af-ter--par-ty (noun) : A place in which all morals are no longer valid and all caution is thrown into the wind; see ‘Divine Decadence’.

      Where idols out of view from prying eyes could let themselves be themselves, somewhere they could throw away the façade of perfection and indulge in low-hanging fruit in their very own Garden of Eden. And the After-After Parties? Well much like ‘Fight Club’--we don’t talk about about the After-After Parties.

      Bobbing her head along to the music, Alex now somewhere between tipsy and drunk, and  looking over the ledge from the comfort their private table located atop one of the many balconies she mused at the sea of intoxicated individuals; some making poor life choices that they’d be sure to regret later and others letting loose for the very first time. She laughed to herself as she watched one person in particular on the dance floor doing a very drunken, almost robotic rendition of the ‘Fantastic Baby’ dance. A pair of arms suddenly encircled her waist bringing her out of her drunken haze.

      “Hey baby you look pretty lonely, you got a boyfriend?” the mysterious figure said into her ear.

      Again laughing to herself “fortunately for me I’m not lonely whatsoever” she let out a fake sigh “but unfortunately for you I’m spoken for”

     “Oh really?” he spoke again only this time lightly brushing his lips against her exposed ear causing a chain reaction of goosebumps all over her entire body.

      She let out a shaky breath “Yupp...”

      His hands now roaming her form, he pressed his body closer to hers making them both lurch closer to the ledge.

      “He must be pretty stupid to let all of this” he ran his hand over her ass “just stand here all alone”

      She braced herself on the ledge “I said he was my boyfriend, I never said he was the brightest crayon in the box”

      He let out a chuckle “Bet he’s a shitty boyfriend…” he said kissing his way from her bare shoulder to that spot on her neck that made her eyes roll into the back of her head.

      She bit her lip holding back a moan she so desperately wanted to let go, swallowing hard before speaking.

      “Well he can be…”

      Stopping mid kiss on her neck he spun her around to face him “Wait really?”

      She held back a laugh “Oh my god babe I was kidding” she said giving him a sympathetic look.

      “How’d you know it was me? Which by the way if it wasn't me you let that go on a little past too long” he held her at arm's length.

      She smiled and cupped his face in her hands “You’re the one who wanted to try roleplaying remember you little perv?”

      “...not a perv” he furrowed his brows and frowned.

      She bit her lip before pulling him in for a kiss. Smiling into the kiss he placed his hand on the back of her head deepening the kiss. He pulled away holding her at arm's length again and looked her in the eye. His heart felt like it was simultaneously beating faster and slower at the same time, and swelled every time he looked at her. He couldn’t imagine being with anyone else for the rest of his life; no matter how cheesy he may have thought that sounded he just plainly didn’t care.

      “What?” she chuckled.

      “Nothing” he shook his head and gave her a shy smile all while pulling her into his chest and kissing the top of her head.

      Still holding her against his chest he looked down at her, staring into her eyes again.

      As if afraid of saying something he has said a hundred times over again, he smiled at her again and said:

      “I love you”

      “I love you too” she smiled back.

      “You better” he scrunched his nose.

      She stuck out her tongue “Why do you do that?”

      “Do what?” he furrowed his brows letting her stand up straight.

      “Every time you say ‘I love you’ you act like it's the first time you’ve ever said it” she wrapped her arms around his neck.

      He blushed and let out a small laugh “because when I’m with you that’s what it feels like”

      She pushed his shoulder “Ji-Yong you got me already, you don't have to lay it on so thick” she laughed.

      “I know, I just can’t help it. You give me butterflies” he smiled looking away.

      She bit her lip and smiled “Well the feeling is mutual”

      Blushing again he turned back to look at her and went in for another kiss only to be stopped by a drunken Seung-Hyung and an equally as drunk Seungri cat calling them from the booth.

      “Yeaaahhh Hyung!” Seungri attempted to whistle “get it!”

      “Ji-Yongie-ah!” Seung-Hyun cupped a hand around his mouth “I can become an ordained minister if you give me like ten minutes and you two can just” he mushed his hands together; not quite sure what that hand gesture was supposed to mean.

      Ji-Yong shook his head “Have you two been watching us this whole time?”

      “Yea what kind of peep show do you think this is you weirdos” she raised an eyebrow.

      “Ok it sounds weird when you say it like that” the maknae defended.

      “It sounds exactly like what it is, you two are into some voyeuristic shit and hey no judgement but fuck off” Ji-Yong said walking to the table and grabbing Seungri’s drink out of his hand, tossing it back then slamming the glass on the table.

      The maknae went wide eyed.

      Alex laughed “Hey be nice” she lightly smacked Ji-Yong’s chest.

      “Oh my favorite Dongsaeng~, thank you!” Seungri dramatically placed both hands over his heart.

      She let out a small laugh and rolled her eyes.

      “Ok looks to me like you two need a refill on your drinks” the maknae jumped up out of his seat and clapped his hands.

      Alex and Ji-Yong glanced at each other “we don’t have any drinks” they said in unison.

      “Exactly my point I’ll be right back, you want anything in particular? --Nevermind I’ll just bring you back something!” he said making his way toward the bar.

      The two stared after the drunken man and just shook their heads, looking back over at Seung-Hyun who had made his way to another table and acquired a pink feather boa that he was currently trying to wrap around Dae-Sung who seemed to be nothing but blissful as a on the verge of tears from laughing so hard Young-Bae looked on.

      She smiled and rolled her eyes, she couldn’t believe these were the people she called her friends. Scanning the crowd again she spotted a few of her friends a couple tables away.

      “Oh babe” she touched his shoulder “I think I see some of the BTS boys over there, I’m just gonna go say ‘hi’ really quick I’ll be right back”

      He nodded his head ‘ok’ and she gave him a kissed his cheek.

      Making her way through the crowd of drunken people over to the three boys, as she comes closer into view she comes to see it is in fact Nam-Joon, Yoon-Gi and Jackson from Got7; and a very heated argument between a drunken Nam-Joon and Jackson.

      Jackson turns away from Nam-Joon and sees her approaching them and starts to yell out “noona! Noooonaaaa!”

      She gets to them and lightly smacks his shoulder  “Jackson I told you not to call me that. It makes me feel old”

      just then a wave of drunken ‘noonas’ came her way from the three boys.

      She shook her head “nice to see you too boys” she said giving each one of them a hug.

      “Yah noona, I’m glad you’re here” Jackson placed his arm around her shoulder “So get this, Rap Monie over here--”

      “Oh boy here we go again” Nam-Joon interjected.

      “--thinks he’s too cool to--”

      “Ah jinja, I never said I was too cool!”

      “--he thinks he’s too cool to answer his phone and hang out with me!” Jackson complained.

      Nam-Joon pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to Jackson drunkenly drone on and on about their little spat.

      Yoon-Gi on the other hand had given up on them that he just started to ignore them entirely; he thought they should keep their marital disputes to themselves.

      Alex laughed and with Jackson’s arm still across her shoulder, she hugged him by the midsection as she continued to listen to a very hurt and intoxicated go on about how much more their friendship meant to him than Nam-Joon.

      Meanwhile halfway across the room a Ji-Yong that was becoming very impatient with the story his very hammered maknae was trying to get out, but couldn’t because he kept laughing before he even finished his sentences, trying to calm himself he started to make a mental drinking game out of this never ending tale about how Seungri apparently did something hilarious in Osaka but by the way he was telling it he was sure exactly what it was.

      Stopping again mid sentence looked past Ji-Yong in awe.

      “Yah! Seungri if you don’t finish--”

      “Wahhh Hyung-ie, you must be either really trusting or really dumb because if that was my girl i would have ripped that guy's head off” the maknae pointed in the direction where Alex stood with Jackson still having his arm around around her shoulders and her hugging him back.

      Turning in the direction his friend pointed a drunken finger, he could feel a dark jealousy beginning to rear it’s ugly head.

      “Come to think of it, where is my girlfriend?” the maknae blabbered to himself and walked away in search of his girlfriend, who in his drunken state had forgotten that she was in Cape Cod for another week and a half.

      Ji-Yong continued to glare in the direction of where that other man dared to touch his girlfriend. Who the fuck did he think he was? But the longer that Jackson kept his arm around her, the more livid Ji-Yong became.

      Turning away for a second to grab his drink, when he turned back around he caught a glimpse of the other man getting far too close to Alex’s face and he instantly felt his blood boil.

“Mother fucker…” he mumbled under his breath crushing the plastic cup in his hands and not even caring he spilled most of it all over his Lanvin shoes.

      Just then an unsuspecting Seungri was walking by with drinks in his hands when Ji-Yong snatched them away and tossed them back leaving the maknae to somberly go back to the bar.

      Looking back to glare daggers at Jackson, his heart felt some relief as he saw one of the other men pull him away and push him in another direction and saying their goodbyes to Alex. But that feeling was only momentary as he saw another man approach her.

      “Hey you” a man grabbed Alex’s wrist.

      She turned in confusion “Oh my god, Suho Oppa~!” her face immediately lit up.

      Ji-Yong wasn’t any kind of professional lip reader, but he was 99.99% sure she just called him ‘Oppa~’. And judging by how elated she looked to see him, he was just as sure he knew exactly who this new man was.

      Going in for a hug Suho smiled at her and left his hand to linger on the small of her waist when he pulled away.

      “Well don’t you just look amazing”

      She pushed his shoulder “Shut up”

      He flashed her another smile “I’m serious! You somehow always managed to look amazing no matter what you wore”

      “Oh good one, real smooth Casanova” she said sarcastically

      “I mean it” he leaned against the ledge swirling around the drink in his hand “Why else would Romeo over there look so pissed?”

      She furrowed her brows in confusion and turned to look in the direction he gestured with his head “Oh boy…”

      “What?” he let out a small laugh.

“This is going to be the end of the line for my wonderful night...” she sighed.

      He laughs “why is that? Is your boy over there you going to to go ape shit because you're hanging out with someone who isn't him”

      “No” she said sardonically “He's going to go ape shit because I'm talking to other attractive guys who aren't him”

“Ohh attractive huh?” he smirked.

      She shoved his shoulder “Oh stop, you know what I meant”

      “Well let’s just put it like this, look at you if I had you I'd probably be just as pissed. I kinda don't blame him” he said taking a sip of his drink.

      She rolled her eyes and smiled “ha-ha very funny”

      “I mean it's not too late, you and I could always try again. You have my number” He smiled in Ji-Yong’s general direction.eon

      she laughed and shoved his shoulder again.

      He threw another smirk her way.

      Not being able to take any more of the scene before him, Ji-Yong tossed back the drink in his hand and stormed his way toward them.

      Suho noticed the enraged man making his way toward them and laughed to himself.

      “What?” she questioned.

      “I think the end of the line for my wonderful night is stomping his way over here” he took another sip of his drink “I should probably--”

      “Hey baby” Ji-Yong clenched his jaw.

      “Oh hey babe” she felt his arm tighten around her waist as he began to pull her toward him.

    “GD-Sunbaenim” Suho bowed “I was just leaving. Alex it was so nice to see you again, have a good rest of your night you two” he bowed again and turned to make his leave.

      “Oh Alex” he turned on his heels “just remember what I said, it’s not too late” He smirked and turned to continued on his way.

      The car ride was no less painful than leaving the club, the tension was high and nobody said a word. While they were about to walk out the door to the outside of the club he reached behind him to hold her hand only to have her pull away from him. He clenched his jaw and let out an incredulous small laugh as he watched her continue to walk ahead of him. Again as they were getting into their SUV he stepped aside to help her get in but she ignored his hand and let her security guard help her in; he sardonically laughed to himself. They both knew that once they got the the hotel the gloves were coming off.

      The tension in the elevator between the two of them was so thick one could almost cut it with a knife. Neither one daring to speak, though in their heads words were flying at a mile a minute; so many things they wanted to say but just didn’t know where to start. The journey leading up to the elevator was no picnic either. As they were being walked through the hotel by their security guards, they would normally escort them all the way to their room but when they reached the elevator and the doors opened Ji-Yong out stretched his arm stopping them before they could follow suit.

      “That’ll be all for tonight, thank you” he said nonchalantly.

      The lead security guard was taken aback “Sir we have to escort you to your room”

      “Not tonight guys. Take the rest of the night off, I’m sure we can manage without you for one night” he raised an eyebrow. He made his way into the elevator and pressed the button for their floor.

      “But sir--” the lead security guard spoke again.

      “Good night gentlemen” Ji-Yong said as the doors to the elevator closed and marked the clear division between: holding your tongue before the eyes of the world and being in the center of the eye of the storm.

      The beeps of the elevator filled the air, floor by floor it felt like it was a countdown to a ticking time bomb that was going to explode any minute. Fifteen floors seemed like it was light years away and carrying a bomb with short fuse that had been burning long before they ever even entered, well it seemed the tides were not their favor. With the distance between the two of them and the mind numbing silence one could swear that they were complete strangers; not lovers but strangers with the same hunger. It felt as though with how far Alex stood from him, she might as well have been in an entirely different part of the world. God knows she sure as shit felt that way. And with the alcohol still running through his veins and an ugly jealousy still festering in his head, he spoke without a moment's hesitation. beep, beep, beep.

      “So, you never answered my question earlier. Did you have fun with all your guy friends?”

      She scoffed incredulously, she was definitely not drunk enough to deal with this kind of bullshit right now. She wore a sardonic smile on her face.

      He pursed his lips and nodded his head “Hmph. Glad to know you had a good time with him honey” he said with a condescending sneer. beep, beep, beep.

      Still keeping her silence, she shot him a look of disgust. She kept repeating to herself in her head ‘don’t blow up on him, don’t blow up on him. He’s just wasted and so are you..’

      Her lack of putting up any kind of protest or just let alone speaking was driving him crazy. The fact that she allowed those douche bags to hold her the way that they did, and then rejected him her own boyfriend when he tried to hold her hand; that just threw him over the edge.

      “Why would you be acting so lovey dovey with your fucking ex-boyfriend in front of me like that?! Why would you even talk to him in the first place?!” Boom.

      She went wide eyed in disbelief “Oh.my.god. I went on one fucking date with him like five years ago! And that was way before I ever met you. I’d hardly call him my ‘ex-boyfriend’”

      “Ahhh so she speaks!” he hollers “Just proving how your conscience is weighing on you, I didn’t even have to specify which him I was talking about but you already knew exactly who it was”

      She couldn't believe they were even arguing about this. He's had all the chance in the world to complain about anyone that she’s dated in the past and he’s choosing now of all times’ while he’s completely fucked up, to do it.

      “Of course I knew who you were talking about, I only dated one of the six people I was talking to jack ass!” she squeezed her hand so tight around her phone that it felt as though if she had squeezed any tighter she could have Hulked right through her phone “Like I said before, I only ever went on one date with Suho and that was five years ago!”

      “First of all don’t say his name. Second of all so because you met him first that means how I feel doesn’t amount to anything?”

      “What the fuck are you on?! I never said that! Stop putting words in my mouth!” she threw her hands up “I didn’t do anything wrong I was just being friendly with my friend who just so happens to be a man! All I did was say ‘oh my god hi, how are you? How have you been? cause I haven't seen you for over a year!”

      “yea right Alex come the fuck on, who acts so touchy with some guy she only went on one date on?--”

      “Ji-Yong you have got to be kidding me” she crossed her arms again.

      “--Also I clearly heard you call him Oppa~ and now you’re also admitting to having talked to him while we were dating? Well if that doesn't get you girlfriend of the award I don’t know what will” he furrowed his brows.

      Alex was about to blow a gasket, she was trying so hard to not go completely mental on his ass. Ji-Yong has had his moments of jealousy in the past but it only ever got this bad when he allowed himself to wallow in his own self pity with a bottle at hand. Alex took a deep breath and spoke.

      “Ji-Yong can we seriously not do this right now? You’re super trashed so if you still wanna yell at me that badly by tomorrow when you're hopefully sober then so be it”

      He scowled “No, I’m not done--”

      Ding. The doors to the elevator suddenly opened to reveal another drunken couple join them on the elevator. Only difference was, they actually seemed to like each other. As if the couple hadn’t noticed that they weren't alone, they continued to giggle and laugh while kissing each other like it was the last chance they would ever have to do so. The sight of the other couple not only made Ji-Yong and Alex feel uncomfortable but it made them long for a time not so long ago when they were just like that. Ji-Yong not wanting to endure them rubbing their apparent love for each other in his face, he cleared his throat causing  the other couple suddenly wake up from their daze of young love only to realize they weren't alone after all. The other two looked back at Alex and Ji-Yong with an apologetic look in their eyes. The boyfriend was the first to speak up.

      “Oh I’m so sorry” he said still holding his girlfriend “We didn’t notice you there, you guys were so quiet we thought we were by ourselves”

Ji-Yong merely gave him a half hearted smile and a nodded; Alex just turns to look away.

      Fuck was it that obvious they wanted nothing to do with each other?

      The girlfriend, in her drunken stupor, quizzically stared at the two with her eyes darting back and forth between the two; her eyes suddenly went wide. ‘Shit...’ Ji-Yong thought, here we go another super fan about to bombard him with a string of ‘Oh my god! GD Oppa~! Saranhaeyo!’

      “Omo! You’re G-Dragon! Oppa!” you see, he wasn't completely wrong. “A-and you’re Alexandra McMahon!” the girl pointed and covered her mouth with her hand.

      Alex internally cringed at hearing her full name before she shot the girl an insincere smile.

      “Yup that’s me haha” she raised an eyebrow; Ji-Yong stayed silent.

      The boy and the girl smiled at each other before the boy spoke again.       “What are you guys already calling it a night?” he chuckled “I never would have pegged you two for going to bed early, I would've thought you two would be partying until tomorrow!”       Alex and Ji-Yong just glanced at eachother and let out an awkward laugh.

      The boy looked between the two and smiled.       “Ohhhhhh! I get it” he smirked “You guys are going to go have an ‘after party’, am I right?” the girl playfully hit her boyfriend on the shoulder.       “How did you guess?” Ji-Yong said in a monotone manner; the other two just laughed. Alex rolled her eyes and looked up at the glowing numbers above the doors indicating how much longer she’d have to endure the other two. Much to her surprise the next floor was theirs. She put on the fakest smile she could muster and grabbed Ji-Yong by the wrist.       “Well it was so nice meeting you two but it looks like this is our stop!” the elevator doors opened and she pulled Ji-Yong along with her as she stepped out. Stopping right outside of the doors she placed her arms around Ji-Yong’s neck confusing the shit out of him.       “Now you two kids have fun and stay out of trouble, I know we will. Right babe?” she said sardonically.       Still confused as to what was going on, he spoke just barely above a whisper.       “Uh y-yea?” he raised an eyebrow.       Just before the doors were about to close she pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Taken aback by her actions it took him a second to process what was going on but it didn’t take long before he deepened the kiss and placed a hand on her cheek. The other two in complete awe, subconsciously started tilting their heads to the side to keep watching the display of affection before them as the doors were slowly closing; the boy spoke up for the final time.       “Wahhhh, I wish we were that in love…”       With the other two now gone and out off their hair, Alex and Ji-Yong stood their ground kissing just as passionately as before. But even now as she was running her hands through his hair, and every now and then giving it a gentle tug, he still could not understand what was going on. Did the alcohol just finally hit her? Had they finally argued so much that she had lost it? Or was this just the beginning to an entire evening full of amazing hate sex? Either way he wasn’t mad about his current situation. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her in even closer as he ground his growing erection into her. She let out a little moan into his mouth; Ji-Yong couldn't help but smile into the kiss. With another gentle tug to his hair, she took his bottom lip between her teeth and gave it a small tug this time earning a moan from him.       He pulled away from the kiss to speak “Mmm fuck. let’s go to the room before I fuck you right where you’re standing” he ran his hands over her ass. Her only response was kissing his neck. He let out a small laugh and with and unrelenting Alex still kissing his neck he carefully pushed her in the direction of their hotel room. Bumping into things every now and again due to either the alcohol or when she’d nip at the sensitive spot on his neck, it was quite evident Ji-Yong was enjoying himself. Finally managing to make it to their room door, he paused pinning her between himself and the door as she continued her relentless attack on his neck.       “Babe. babe--” he smirked as tried to get her attention. All he received was muffled ‘Mmm?’.

      He licked his lips and threw his head back “Ung” he groaned “fuck babe you're gonna make me cum before we even get to the fun stuff”       She pulled away momentarily to smirk at him.       He looked back at her and ran his thumb across her bottom lip; if there was anything he loved more in the world other than Alex herself it was her plush lips. Just looking at them brought back memories of all the amazing things that have come out of that mouth; also some of his favorite memories about things that have been in that mouth too. One item in particular being at the top of that list. If there was one memory that by far was his favorite, as lewd as it was and aside from the day they met, it would be the first time she ever gave him a blowjob; plain and simple. He remembers her saying that ‘she never usually did stuff like that’, she said ‘she only ever did that with whoever was her boyfriend at the time’. With what they did the rest of the night it was beyond ‘just blowing your friend for fun in his car because he came home from tour that night’. Come to think of it Alex wasn't as ‘untouched as the morning dew’ as she said she was.       Managing to get the door open and both of them inside, Ji-Yong slammed the door shut with his foot as he pulled her in for another passionate kiss. Not bothering to turn the lights on, or break the kiss, he lead her further into the room and gently pushed her onto the bed. With both their chests heaving up and down and feeling like their hearts were pumping so loud that the other could hear it, they looked into each other's eyes as if time had stopped right then and there. Standing between her legs he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor before crawling on top of her to straddle her body. Ghosting his lips over hers and then to her neck made shivers run up and down her spine, he tilted her head to the side to get a better angle and began making quick work of her neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she bit her lip, he took one of his hands in hers and interlocked their fingers as he brought their hands above her head. The sensation of his lips and teeth grazing over her skin was driving her crazy, a hand she had previously placed upon his chest was now running down toward his toned midsection stopping every so often when he’d nip at the sensitive spot on her neck. Inciting little whimpers from her from the absence of his lips on her neck he kissed his way down toward her chest. He released her hand above her head and caressed her arm as he slowly lowered the spaghetti strap to her dress from her shoulder and unveiling one of her breasts. He took her exposed breast in his mouth before peppering kisses all over it and this time receiving a small moan and a tug to his hair. Pulling away he made his way back up to her lips and languidly kissed her before pulling away again to speak.       “I love you” he pecked her lips.       “I love you too” she ran her hand up his back.         He smiled before he went back in to kiss her and ran his hand underneath her waist to lift her up higher on the bed. Settling between her legs, he hiked up her dress above her thighs and went back to suck on her neck.       If there was one thing that made her patience wear thin it was when he would tease her and make it feel like it was an eternity before he actually started to fuck her. Wanting to speed up the process, she placed a hand on his abs and slowly made her way to his prominent erection that was just waiting to burst out of his pants. Sticking her hand between his pants and his boxer briefs she began to palm him earning a moan from him and a momentary halt on the attack on her neck.       “Fuck” he groaned.

      She removed her hand to undo the zipper and button on his pants and this time returning to pump him in his underwear.       “Shit” he moaned, she smiled to herself; one of her favorite things to hear was him swearing whenever she was either A) blowing him B) jerking him off or C) when she was on top, it was like some sort of sexy validation she was putting in work.       Ji-Yong not wanting to end their private party before it even started, grabbed her by the wrist putting a stop to her actions.       “Patience is a virtue…” he ghosted over her lips again.       “Not when you tease me the way you do” she pouted.       “Bet he can't make you feel the way I do” he returned to kiss her neck.       “Wait what did you just say?” she furrowed her brows and pulled away from him “Ji-Yong If you said what I think you said I swear--”       “What you’re gonna go running to him?” he sat up straddling her.       “You have got to be shitting me...” she shoved him off of her and rearranged her dress as she got up from the bed.       “Did I miss something here? What did I do wrong?” he furrowed his eyebrows.       She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms “You’re joking right? You’re being an absolute douche bag!”       “Oh what, you think that a hand job makes what you did with that asshole go away? Think again baby” he said getting off the bed.       She clenched her jaw “You know what, how about I do us both a favor and fuck-off back to LA and you can literally go fuck yourself” she hollered as she made her way toward the door.       “What the fuck do you mean you’re going back to LA? You can't just leave without me, you know how bad that would look?!” he took a step toward her.       With a hand on the knob of the door she stopped in her tracks and let out an incredulous chuckle “That sounds like a you problem”       “Baby wait! W-What about your stuff, you wouldn't just leave without your suitcase!”       “Considering the fact that I’m worth millions, I'm pretty sure I can afford to buy a new wardrobe. Do whatever you with it, shove it up you ass for all I care!” and with that she slammed the door shut.       “Alex--Alex!” Ji-Yong grabbed the vase on the night stand and smashed it into the wall. They have had bad fights before but never like this, there had been times where she threatened to leave but never actually threatening to leave for another country and actually walking out. Ji-Yong at this point had taken for granted the fact that no matter how pissed he’s made her that she’d always come back, on way or another she’d always come back. But he wasn’t so sure this time.

      “whoa, you ok there kid?” Tim asked with a severely concerned face       “Huh?” I said absentmindedly “O-oh yea, yea I am” I forced a smile.       “Where’d you go?” he put a hand on my shoulder “after you saw the picture you screamed bloody murder and then went total lobotomized zombie on me; just stared at the floor with a vacant expression”       I shook head out of my thoughts “No, really I’m fine...I just..just kinda spaced out a little I guess”

      “A little?” he raised an eyebrow.       A sudden clicking sound diverted our attention toward the front door that was slowly being opened. Tim and I became stiff; both in defensive mode ready to jump up and kick the intruder’s ass. Truthfully I was more concerned that I would be murdered in my underwear and at that the crime scene the police would find me in that kind of state of undress. The intruder slowly pushed the door open and made his way back first into the room and as if on queue the light to that walk way flickered and shut off shrouding the intruder in darkness. ‘Shit. am I really about to be Michael Myers-ed right now? Damn it I wish I had worn cuter underwear...’ I thought to myself. The intruder having turned back around encroached his way toward us and into view.       “Ahh! Suho what the fuck?!” I put a hand over my heart “You scared the shit out of us”       Carrying a bag in one hand, a cup holder in the other and another paper bag between his teeth let out a muffled ‘sorry’.       I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples with my fingers “What the hell are you doing here anyway? And how the hell did you get a key to my room?” Suho let out a chuckle as he put down the items he was carrying “I told you I was coming back to check on you don’t you remember?”       “Clearly there has been a miscommunication here because I wouldn't be asking if I had remembered” I furrowed my eyebrows “Sorry I didn’t mean to sound so mean…”       He smiled and shook his head “I was hoping this wouldn't happen but I don't blame you, especially after last night”       I went wide eyed “Oh my god. We didn't--did we?”       He laughed “ouch, well if we had I really hope you would've remembered at least that. I’d want to leave a better impression than that on you” he gave me a smile that made me blush.       “Oh I brought you these by the way, I didn’t know which ones were your favorites so I just got all of them” smiling again he handed her the mismatched bouquet of flowers.       Taking the flowers I smiled into them as I put them up to my nose to take in their smell.       Tim feeling like he had been booted out of the room rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.       “Oh, hey Tim sorry I didn’t get you flowers but how about a coffee?” Suho gestured making me laugh.       Not entirely fond of Suho to begin with, Tim didn’t really find his joke any more appealing than he found Suho.       “So, thanks for bringing her back to her room last night, glad you came to check on her but as you can see she’s fine so you can--” Tim attempted to rush Suho out.       “Hey hold on there, he’s not quite done here” I put my hand up “Now since you seem to be the only one that actually remembers any of last night, can you explain this” I held up Tim’s phone that held the webpage to my undoing; the only one of the pictures that was taken of me last night that had managed to not be blurry and of course it had to be one of Suho and I completely making out while waiting for a Taxi.       “Oh…” Suho covered his mouth.       “Listen, I’m not mad about the make out session I’m sure it was great--”       Tim felt like he was about to gag.       “--but I’m just more upset that my face is plastered all over the internet and half of it is being devoured by you”

      Suho held back a laugh “I mean” he rubbed the nape of his neck “It just kind of happened, I was trying to get you home because you were pretty hammered and one thing led to a thank you and that lead to you kissing me and that lead to--well that picture”       I let out a sigh “Well I guess there’s nothing we can really do now” I leaned back on the bed “I can’t really complain if you’re the ‘Mystery Man’ I went home with”       “Ok and with that I am out” Tim stood up making his way toward the door       “Alex, I’ll text you, and Suho” he just nodded his head and headed out the door. Leaving a very confused Alex and Suho staring after him.

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Danger-Final Chapter

A/N: Hey Everyone. Here’s the final chapter of Danger. Just a quick background,danger was loosely based on a vivid dream I had a while back, so this was kind of like my first brainchild and first series.

I’m so glad T decided to Co-write this series with me. This is the final chapter, so thank you for taking the time to read it. (I almost teared up writing this) I hope you enjoy! -A

Reader POV: “Would You like something to drink miss?” The flight attendant asked me, her demeanor way too happy for a 16 hour flight.

“Bloody mary please, if you have it?” I requested. She nodded and handed me a small bottle of vodka and the bloody mary mix along with a bag of pretzels.

I thanked her as she moved on to the next passenger.

I was officially on my way. Korean air all the way home where my parents would be waiting to pick me up. I couldn’t wait to see them, it had been way too long.

I knew I shouldn’t have done it the way that I did, but I felt like I had no other choice. They were going to be upset with me either way, so I might as well let them find out after I was already in flight. No frantic phone calls, no texts to worry about, just me, my alcohol and my thoughts.

I felt horrible about leaving, but this was the only way for all of us to return to a normal life. I mixed up my drink, adding more vodka than I probably should have, and tossed it back before resting my head back on the headrest and falling asleep.

Kyungsoo POV

We were all sitting at the dorms silently waiting for information. Junmyeon had called us all into the dorm for a meeting and we had no idea why, until Jongdae and Yixing ran through the doors.

“What the hell is going on?” Chanyeol asked, “Where is (Y/N)? I thought she was going out with you, Dae?

Jongdae looked at the floor as Yixing started to speak. “She’s gone. She went back to America. She’s gone.”

“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone? She can’t be gone! She was supposed to be in class today. Someone please explain this to me before I go fucking crazy” Chanyeol asked in a panic.

I sat myself next to him and put an arm around his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. He put his head between his knees, taking deep breaths as he listened to Yixing explain.

“Jongdae texted me and told me that (Y/N) wasn’t at the school. I rushed over and the secretary told me she completely unenrolled from classes and left her parents address as her forwarding address for her book refund. She went home without telling any of us.” Yixing explained to the group.

I looked around the room at the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces. Jongdae looked like he was holding back tears, Minseok had his head in his head in his hands, and Baekhyun looked like he saw a ghost. Everyone was having trouble making sense of the situation at hand.

“No, no, no, no, no. This can’t be real. This can’t be!!! Someone wake me up from this nightmare.” Chanyeol pleaded.

“Let me try to call her” Jongin said before dialing her phone. I watched as he waited, and within a few moments tossed his phone across the room angrily. “Fuck. It went straight to voicemail. She’s probably on a flight back by now.”

I touched the bridge of my nose and furrowed my brow before speaking, “Okay, what’s the game plan. We need to do something. We can’t just let her go. We can’t let her derail her education and her life here because of us.”

“We could wait until she gets home and call her? Do you think she’d even answer us though?” Junmyeon asks as he looks around at the rest of us.

“She’s not going to fucking answer us. She’s going to ignore us once she gets home. She made her decision perfectly clear when she didn’t tell us.” Sehun scowls, obviously hurt by the choices that (Y/N) Made.

“I know you guys are upset, hell we all are, but we have to figure out what we’re doing here” Minseok suggested, annoyed at the lack of progress they were making.

“I don’t know about any of you, but I’m going to get her. Next flight out. I can’t wait around for her to get home and try to call. This is killing me.” Chanyeol explained.

“I’m going with you then. You’re absolutely not doing this alone.” Sehun stated before standing up and heading to his room to pack.

“I’m going too. I can’t stand seeing you like this” I reply, squeezing Chanyeol’s shoulders. “Let’s go get stuff packed so we can get going.”

Chanyeol nodded and we headed to our rooms to pack before we headed to the airport.

“Good luck guys. Keep us posted on everything. It’s going to take some work, but I’m gonna try to cover for your asses. Get back as soon as you can. I can only cover for so long before SM finds out what you’re up to.” Junmyeon basically yells as we head out the door.

16+ hours later, Chanyeol POV:

We finally arrived in America and headed toward (Y/N)’s house. I was incredibly thankful I had Kyungsoo and Sehun with me.

They’ve kept me sane, making sure I ate and slept on the flight here. We were all singing songs in the car, trying to keep our minds off of things when we pulled into the driveway.

Sehun put the car in park and the car was silent for a few moments.

Kyungsoo was the first to break the silence. “Do you want us to go up with you or would you like to do this alone? We support whichever decision you choose.”

I looked at them both and smiled, “I think I have to do this bit on my own. But If I need you, I’ll let you know"

They each looked at me and smiled, wishing me luck before I got out of the car. I headed up to the house and knocked on the door, nervous about what would happen next.

Reader POV:

I was laying on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling when I heard my mother call for me. (Y/N)! (Y/N)! There’s someone at the door for you. Come down here please.

I glanced at myself in my mirror before walking down stairs, my appearance slightly disheveled, but still suitable for the majority of my friends.

“Mom, who is it? I yell as I make my way down the steps.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” She asks, directing me toward the living room.

I look straight into the living room and see him sitting on the couch. No. It can’t be.

“Chanyeol? I ask, my eyes wide, unable to decipher the sight that was in front of me.

“What the hell are you doing here? Why aren’t you in Korea?”

He stood up and walked to me, a small smile spread across his face. “I was about to ask you the same thing. Can we go somewhere quiet and talk? Please?”

I nodded and lead him outside underneath the trees lining the property. There was an old bench that my grandfather built years ago, and I sat down on it with him, taking his hands and intertwining them with mine.

He was slightly shaky and his palms were sweaty. I wasn’t sure why, but considering the things I put him through in the last 24 hours, I’m sure he’s just nervous.

“What the hell was this all about?” He began, his voice shaky.

“I don’t know.. I just… I wanted us to be able to live normal lives again. I just felt like this was the best option for both of us.” I explained, a small lump forming in my throat.

“You thought this was best? You just up and leaving me… all of us.. and not telling us where you’re going or what’s going on? We deserved to know.” He said, his face stern.

He ran hand through his hair in frustration.

“I know, and I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.” I replied, tears brimming my eyes.

“You could’ve talked to us, to any of us, and told us what was going on and how you were feeling. That’s all you had to do. Instead you left us, left me. Do you know how hurt that made me? I thought my heart was being ripped from my chest when they said you left” His voice cracked as tears began forming in his eyes as well.

“I-I’m so sorry Chanyeol. I didn’t realize-” I begin, unable to control my emotions as tears spill down my cheeks.

“You didn’t realize what? How much I love you? How much the members care about you? I love you so much I can’t even begin to describe how I feel with words. You make my day brighter just by being around. I love the way you cry when you laugh too hard, I love hearing your beautiful voice sing in the shower even when you think I can’t hear you. I love that you’re just as obsessed with bubble tea as Sehun is.” He stopped for a moment to plant a small kiss on my lips.

“I love the way you sing along to every song when we watch Disney movies or Musicals.” He said as he kissed my nose.

“I love that you're compassionate, not just for humans but for animals as well. I’ll never forget the day you cried when the bird flew into our window and you thought he broke his neck. You went outside to check on him and he flew away without harm. I’ll never forget the look of relief on your face when you knew he was okay.” He continued.

“There are things about you that I will never ever forget about you, things I never want to forget because I never want you to leave. I came here to bring you back home. Where you belong. With me.” He said before kissing me deeply, tears spilling down both of our cheeks at this point.

He kissed me with such passion, cupping my face with his hands. I placed my hands on his chest and I could feel his heart beat thumping hard and fast, his rhythm matching my own.

He pulled away and we wiped each other’s tears. He shook his head for a moment before coming to a realization of his own.

He pulled out a small box from his pants pocket and my heart began to race faster, unsure of what was about to happen.

He remained seated next to me and opened the box, showing me a beautiful ring with a small diamond.

“Chanyeol I-” I began to speak, but Chanyeol quickly interjected, as if reading my mind.

“Wait. Let me explain. This isn’t exactly what you think it is. I want to marry you someday, but right now I can’t make that kind of commitment with work. I want to give you this as a promise that I will ask you to marry me in the future, and I sincerely hope you say yes. I don’t ever want to spend another day of my life without you. I want you to come back to Korea with me, and we’ll make the relationship public. Some people won’t like it but that’s okay. They don’t have to. I will protect you at all costs. I love you too much to lose you. Not again, not like this. Please, will you accept this and come home with me?”

I stared at him for more time than I had realized and when I heard him say my name, I came to my senses.

I smiled up at him, tears spilling down my cheeks once more. I couldn’t find the words so I simply nodded my head yes.

He looked at me and smiled so big, placing the ring on my finger and scooping me up, spinning me around before putting me down. He grabbed my hand and lead me over to the car that Kyungsoo and Sehun were leaning against.

“SHE SAID YES! SHE’S COMING HOME WITH US!!” He shouted, unable to contain his excitement.

“Okay, holy shit Chanyeol. I think you just yelled that so loud they heard you in Seoul.” Sehun laughed.

Kyungsoo pulled me into a hug. “Welcome back” He whispered, and I hugged him tightly before Chanyeol stole me away again, pulling me towards the house.

“Baby, where are we going?” I asked, giggling as he continued to pull me.

“We have to get you packed!” He said excitedly.

“Chanyeol, why don’t you guys stay the night. It’s getting late. We can fly out first thing tomorrow morning, I promise.” I chuckled at his excitement, and he agreed.

We flew out the next morning with all of my items in tow. The boys couldn’t contain their excitement as they got on the plane, but they all fell asleep shortly after takeoff.

The rest of the members welcomed us at the airport with open arms. Jongin picked me up and spun me around, I got sandwiched between Minseok and Junmyeon as they squeezed me tightly, and Baekhyun gave me a big, purposely wet, purposely annoying kiss on the cheek.

“Holy shit guys you act like I was gone for ages. It was only a few days.” I groan as I grab my luggage.

“We were all worried you were never coming back” Jongdae said as he grabbed my suitcase and handed it to Yixing. “We were all going a bit crazy over this, especially Chanyeol, so please never do this again, for all of our sakes.” He said as he looked down at the ground, a small sigh escaping his lips.

“Jongdae, I’m so sorry I hurt you guys like this. I promise, every time I go home, you’ll be one of the first to know, and I promise I’ll come back okay?” I asked, poking him in the shoulder to get his attention. “Deal?” I ask, waiting for a response.

“Deal!” He exclaims as he pulls me into a giant hug.

Yixing finally greets me and he hugs me tightly and I thank him.

Without him, the others may have never known what I did.

He looks at me and nods before planting a small kiss on my cheek. “I would do it all over again too. Welcome back (Y/N).

Weeks pass and I’m all settled into the dorm with the boys. We all finally get used to a routine and I have the freedom to come and go as I please.

Everything has died down since our relationship went public as well. There were a few bad articles written about us, a few tabloid pieces trying to drag us through the mud, but we didn’t let it get to us. Our relationship was stronger than ever.

I re-enrolled at the university and picked up my classes where I left off and I found a job at the local coffeeshop.

The boys visited often, especially Minseok, who always tried to talk me into giving him a free americano, a request I usually granted.

Everything was going well and I had no complaints. No stalkers, no kidnappers, no crazy fans attacking me.

I was finally where I needed to be all along. I was finally home.

[straight-outta-exo]

Oxygen

Title: Oxygen

Genre: Smut

Characters: Reader (Y/n) / Kim Jongdae

Notes: well, i mean im just gonna say theres some kinky ass shit here ok thanks bye;) ps; he is killing me. he is killing me and im dying. death by kim jongdae

Summary: When Jongdae has a long night with some coworkers, all he wants to do is unwind with a few drinks. But apparently that’s a bit too much to ask for when his girlfriend is just a little too tempting. Maybe she deserves a lesson on how to act around company.

Words: 2,020

“Well, I think it’s time for us to head home now. Sorry we had to leave so soon. We’ll be in Korea a few more days and then we head back home. Congratulations on your promotion Jongdae. It’s so nice meeting you.” Your cheeks felt like they were going to rip with tension as you smiled your ass off.

With a few more waves and farewells, your aunt and uncle stepped out the door. You let your shoulders fall and groaned. “God, how much can that lady talk?” You whined, rubbing your cheeks and pouting. “I thought she’d never shut up. I’m sorry, Jongdae. This is your party and she practically talked the entire time. At least she had to leave early.”

Jongdae smiled and shook his head. “No,” he paused to wrap his fingers around your waist. “She didn’t ruin anything. And she just misses you.” His lips found yours and you felt your back press against the wall. His body heat was squeezing you between him and the wall.

“You pulled back quickly. "Jongdae, there’s still guests in the other room, can’t you just wait until they leave? It’s only like forty minutes.” Jongdae whined quietly. “But I can’t wait the long.. please? I promise I’ll be quick.” He stomped his foot and frowned like a child. You scoffed. “No, stop acting immature and get back to your guests.” You pushed him away and into the living room. He whimpered and threw a fit.

“Congratulations to my longtime friend, companion, coworker and over all funniest guy I know, Jongdae for his promotion. Cheers!” Chanyeols drunk proposal was followed with links of glass around the table and a few laughs. You sipped the strong alcohol, never being one to love it.

“Its felt like hours.” Jongdae leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Maybe because it has been? They won’t leave until you tell them to, Dae.”

Jongdae sulked. “Well I don’t wanna be mean.” You could only chuckle, keeping in your thoughts.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know, just.. would you rather be mean or ignore the raging boner in your pocket for another few hours?”

Jongdae blushed immediately, turning away from you and sliding his hand over his crotch to cover it somewhat. Only made it worse.

“Jongdae, are you okay?” His coworker asked, drawing attention to the crimson red Jongdae who’s lips curled downwards in guilt instead of his normal grin. “I think you’ve had a little to much to drink..” His brother set his hand over his forehead.

“He feels okay.” A few men shrugged and went on to their previous conversations. Jongdae glared at you, scowling slightly.

Immediate revenge was the only thing on Jongdae’s mind as his hand sneakily - yet not - slid over your thigh. You coughed on your drink and turned to him, your eyebrows furrowing in menace.

“Jongdae, that’s a dangerous game your playing,” you whispered with gritted teeth. “I’m not the one with a hose threatening to burst through my jeans.”

Jongdae’s lips eventually curled upwards into a malignant smirk and he shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s okay, cause soon you’ll be so wet for me, you’ll shove everyone out so you can scream my name all night.”

His words were, unfortunately, very persuading. It sounded nice to be alone, but you blamed it on the fact that the tips of his fingers were inching farther up your skirt each second. You silently gulped but the nervousness showed on your face, turning red. You wrapped your fingers around his and shoved them away. "Keep your hands to yourself, J-"

"Y/n, you don't look to good either. Maybe it's the alcohol?" Chanyeol set his drink down and leaned in to glance at you. Suho hit his chest and whispered something in his ear. Chanyeols eyes widened but he quickly sat down, smugly throwing a smirk Jongdae's way. Dae's face flushed and he scratched the back of his neck, taking a glance at his pants. "I think it's getting pretty late, we'll leave you two alone- I mean- we'll let you fu- AH-" Baekhyun stuttered glancing around for help. Jongdae whined.

"Can you guys please just leave? Im sorry but my girlfriend has given my probably the biggest boner known to man kind and it really hurts and I'd really appreciate if we were left alone-" Jongdae's voice trailed off into mumbles as he stood up and shoved his friends out the door. Farewells were quickly said before you heard a door slam.

Quicker than you could blink, Jongdae's hands were on your waist and you were hurled onto the dinner table. Dishes fell to the floor and food was shoved to the sides. Jongdae's hands worked quickly to remove your shirt.

"Is it fun to embarrass me in front of my coworkers? Hmm?" You yelped in response as his teeth found your collar bones. You wanted to say something smart back, but quickly forgot what you wanted to say when you got caught up in trying to get rid of his shirt. If he hadn't helped, you were just going to rip it into bits. He threw it somewhere behind you, turning back and undoing his belt. Althought, he paused. A devilish smirk crawled onto his face and your heart skipped a beat at the fear of what that man could possibly be thinking of now.

"You know.." Jongdae started, slowly undoing his belt and sliding it through his jeans. "I think you need a little bit of restriction. Since.. you don't know how to keep those pretty hands to yourself." Your pupils dialated at the realization of Jongdae's satanic games. He roughly grabbed your wrists from your sides and tied his belt around them. As he tightened the knot, the leather pulled at your skin in the sexiest way. You glared into his eyes, pouting. "But.. i want to touch you.."

Jongdae's face went pale and his eyes dark. "You're just asking for it, baby girl."

He forcefully pulled your hips towards his. The only thing hiding his erection from you was his boxers. Why the hell were the still there? His hips bucked into yours and you pushed the waistband of his boxers down with restricted movements. Dae groaned once the cold air hit his red cock. You wrapped your thighs around his waist in an effort to get him as close as possible, as your hands weren't necessarily of good use. You felt what you did to him, bare against your skin. He began making himself a little more comfortable between your thighs. You bit your lip in anticipation.

Jongdae grinned and pulled himself out of his boxers. You got a quick glance of his length before he shoved it halfway inside you, and knew you weren’t gonna be going out anytime soon. Jongdae's pretty foreskin was pushed back as he slowly and agonizingly lead himself deeper and deeper. His grunts and moans, the way his stomach flexed in pleasure, the veins that threatened to burst out of his neck. He was perfectly attractive in so many different ways.

You desperately rocked your hips against Jongdae’s to pull him in deeper. Not being able to use your hands to pull him closer, to tug on his beautiful hair, to sink your claws into his back. It was torture. Jongdae looked straight into your eyes, seeing the struggle you had not being able to feel him. He slowly bottomed out inside you, watching you throw your head back and curse. You took a second to catch your breath before pulling your head back up to look at him pleadingly.

"Please Dae.. Just let me touch you." You begged. You're forehead began to sweat and tint red, chest rising and falling heavily. Jongdae's eyes held sympathy for not even a second, before the emotion vanished and was replaced with a smug smirk. "Uh-uh, baby girl. You need to be punished. Someone needs to learn their lesson on how to act when company is around."

He started quickly pushing himself in and out of you with force in his hips. You let your head fall into his neck and moan, the feeling of his cock inside you causing your fingers to stretch over whatever they could reach - which unfortunately, wasn't enough.

Jongdae's hand wrapped around your throat, his thumb pushing lightly into your adam's apple just enough to cause your breath to hitch. His fingers were a feeling you enjoyed more than any other. A feeling you wanted to feel for the rest of your life. Whether they were gently caressing your skin, or roughly grabbing it.

Dae pounded in and out of you, grunting lowly and burying his head in the crook of your neck every now and then. “Ah shit..” He moaned, gripping your throat tighter. He lifted one of your legs up and put it on his shoulder to give him a deeper angle inside you, pushing you back onto the table. Plates and knocked over cups dug into your back but the pleasure distracted you to much. You just wished you could sink your nails into his back, curl them into his hair, anything other than have them pressed to your stomach lifelessly. "Dae.. please let me hold you.” You groaned.

“Wait.” Jongdae demanded, pushing into you deeper and faster. His cock twitched within you and he growled. His hand was getting tighter around your neck and he bit down on your shoulder, moaning loudly.

His hips were speeding up quicker and quicker. He restlessly reached between your sweaty bodies to undo the knot in his belt. You gratefully threw your hands around his neck, your fingers tangling into his hair.

Quickly, the belt was put to another use. Jongdae's hips paused and he leaned up a little. "Head up baby girl." You were confused, but obliged. He wrapped the belt around your neck loosely, hooking it in a notch that just barely cut off your air. Your breathing was much louder and drawn out, but it made you super excited.

Dae loved the sight so much, his elbow was propped by your head and he watched you closely as his hips began, regaining their pleasurable speed. You felt that knot in your throat and your fingers scraped his scalp. He responded with a tug on the belt around your throat. It felt much better than you could imagine.

You reached for his upper back, dragging your nails across it deep enough to leave marks. He did it again, this time harder and following a beautiful moan from deep in his throat. His hips bucked deeper and hit that spot that just drove you over the edge ninety miles an hour. "Dae, oh fuck. Deeper, there. I'm gonna cum.." Your words came out squeaked and broken from the restriction of your air but you got your point out.

Dae's hips reached deeper, harder and he tugged on the belt even more. "I'm so close baby, say my name." You're vision began to lighten and so did your head.

"Jongdae.." You cracked.

"My full name, baby girl. Say it."

"Kim Jongdae- Oh fuck!"

"I'm fucking cumming, holy shit." He barked, hissing before shooting his seed inside you. You came around him, the pleasure wonderfully satisfying and the light headedness even more euphoria.

You both sat as the pleasure drained and you began to feel the oxygen return to your brain. He pulled out of you slowly, undoing the belt around your neck. Once you could talk, you spoke. "I'm gonna clean this up so we can go to bed. You go lay down, I'll be there soon-"

Jongdae's loud laughter stopped you abruptly. "Wait, you think I'm finished with you?"

"Yes, Jongdae. It's four thirty in the morning and you have work in five hours. Remember? Promotion? Ring a bell?" You snorted and began to pick up dishes. Jongdae's large hands firmly gripped your waist and pulled you against his already once again hard cock.

"Well they'll be okay without me for one day. Because, oh, darling I haven't even begun."

[hereforthedinner]

B.A.Ps 2017 Warsaw experience

I had a lot to say, so beware.

First of all, JFC they were soooo good, the vocals, the dancing and the visuals were really up there. But before we get into the experience, can we just remember how they came out to see the flash mob (those guys fucking slaaayyyyed it) and they looked like actual gods, not kidding. Makeup free, tan skin (don’t get me started how beautiful their skins were), ugh.

Now to the actual concert. IT WAS FUCKING LIT. I understand why they called it “Party Baby”, because it felt like an actual party. B.Shoo, the dj who opened for B.A.P, got the crowd wild. He was really good (plus rather gorgeous). And then the gods themselves came out. I thought my eardrums will give out, because the crowd was sooo loud + the whistles were killing me. They were so close to us and omfc they look waaay better in real life. I was on the left side of the stage (their right), 3rd or 4th row.

I’ll try my best to recall the night from the fancams that I took, because the night was such a blur and everything happened really fast. So they performed B.A.P (intro), Hurricane, Badman, No Mercy, Bang x2, That’s My Jam, Do What I Feel, Dancing In The Rain, than the Lucky Fan Event (Youngjae chose a fan, who was gonna drink beer with him (this boi I swear)), after that Jongup performed his solo Try My Luck (and fucking slayyyed it), Zelo’s Shine (god his English is so good), Fermata (unfortunately Himchan wasn’t in the performance), I Guess I Need You, Body&Soul (goddamn those sinful body rolls), Daehyun’s Shadow (that high note had everyone shook), Skydive, Wake Me Up, Encore (the crowd was so loud jfc), Check On, SPY, Feel So Good, Be Happy, Carnival, Goodbye Speech and B.A.B.Y. They didn’t perform Young, Wild & Free and Youngjae’s solo Lie. Also, before the concert, we heard them rehearsing Angel (mmmmhhhh we see you)

Every member spend a lot of time on the left side of the stage. They were so fucking extra™. Yongguk came out with a jacket hanging of his one shoulder, :) like :) why :) are :) you :) like :) this :) and kept teasing us while showing us his tattoos. Himchan was so savage, he nearly drowned a girl with a water gun in the front row (lucky her), but daaamn did he looked good. Daehyun needs to calm down, because we won’t survive more of his notes. Youngjae, my sweet lil :) Youngjae :) boi yoU BETTER CHILL AND SIT YOUR ASS DOWN. Goddamn tease. Jongup was delivering those stares left and right, his eyes were mesmerizing and he was so sharp, he could actually cut a person. Zelo lifted up his shirt during That’s My Jam and flashed his tattoo (no need for that, but we aren’t complaining) + he has gotten really buff. But overall, they performed so well, the vocals were on point, the dancing was amazing and the atmosphere was incredible. The crowd was really supportive too. Jongup even said that we were the loudest ones so far. 

The hi touch order was:

Yongguk

Zelo

Daehyun

Jongup

Himchan

Youngjae

They were all sitting on stage, except Youngjae, who was leaning against it (that lil shiet, smirking at us and everything). They were all so cute, saying thank you’s, being humble, their hands were so soft and jfc I can’t think of this again, my heart is beating like crazy. Yongguk had such a shy little smile on, it was so cute (he was also smiling a lot throughout the concert). Zelo widen his eyes a bit and gave such a beautiful smile (omfg I almost fainted from his stare). Daehyun, I actually died a little, becAUSE HE FUCKING LEANED IN, GRABBED MY HAND WITH BOTH OF HIS WHILE SAYING THANK YOU AND I FEEL LIKE HE SAID SOMETHING MORE, BUT I CAN’T REMEMBER IT, BECAUSE MY BRAIN WASN’T COOPERATING WITH ME AT THAT TIME, JESUS HE WAS SO CLOSE AND HUMBLE, OMFC MY HANDS ARE SHAKING AGAIN (this scene will forever stay in my head, my god). Jongup had a little smile while saying thank you. Himchan gave such uncle vibes (that man is too adorable for his own good), he had a brief smile on and said a small thank you. And finally Youngjae, this dude, smirking while saying thank you, listen here you macho man, PIPE DOWN (my heart can’t handle your shit, thanks).

Highlights:

My lovely friends,  @vonor667​ and @skajan​, did a heart, while Jongup was sinfully body rolling during Body&Soul, he noticed them and freaking smiled.

@vonor667​ getting Yongguk’s attention, her hiding behind her phone and him breaking out into a full ass smile (GUUURL GET YOUR MAN)

Daehyun glancing and smiling in our direction, because we were screaming the answers to the girl, who got asked on stage.

Jongup back hugging Daehyun.

Himchans thighs.

Yongguk teasing all of us, while pretending to take off his shirt and looking down it (AND THEN HE HAD THE NERVE TO FUCKING SMILE AT US)

Youngjae ignoring the fans, who wanted his attention (lil teasing shiet)

The closer Youngjae got to the front of the stage, the more extra™ he got.

Daehyun invading everyone’s personal space during hi touch, but nobody caring because it’s Dae.

The crowd screaming out full songs instead of just fanchants.

Zelo hoeing around (My boi was smacking his ass all night long)

Me living in a delusional world, where me and Youngjae held eye contact for a few seconds.

[kiddaeng]

a.t.

// @byeolsosa

i don’t wanna be alone tonight, so can you come with me i don’t wanna be alone tonight, can you keep me company

some things start out as an idea. simple and less complicated. daehyun tries to keep them that way. over-complicated things give him a headache. family stuff? business stuff? all that shit’s noise for his head, complicated and stressful. not the good noise that fades into recesses of the brain, clings to the wall for life and numbs everything. the noise he’d do without, that bounces and breaks and the one he’s not used to. when things sit in his head he’s used to them, when they enter and they’re foreign, they ache more.

he doesn’t even know how he ended up like this. sprawled over a couch in the lounge and looking through everyone. he raises his head ever now and then, acknowledges friends, colleagues, exes. nothing too serious, nothing too harsh. only harsh thing is the light of the lounge, bright and pulsating against skin. that’s fine. the tv dims in the back, everything sort of dims into one when dae’s like this, remnants of a blunt nothing but ash on his fingers. 

ash but alive in his lungs. potent and enough to smell if someone walked towards him. no one does. most of them know, by the lazy wave and the half-assed grin that it’s best to leave him like this. despite the urge in his body to join and call over he prefers it like this. prefers letting the echoes of his call from earlier fade back.

‘why are you still studying communications?’ ‘you should be studying medicine’ ‘do something useful’ ‘be useful’

if he had another blunt he’d finish it just through thoughts alone. fact is, it’s not enough to stop them from coursing, just stop the blow. they keep coming and coming and he can bury his face in the pillow all he wants but they don’t stop. the brain is a bitch with repetition, always been. that’s why they know though, sometimes daehyun is stoned and chill. chilling and laughing and casting smiles like presents to the lonely. other times he’s stoned and it hits him light, smoke inhaled and thoughts rushing to the top. it’s an opposite effect and it beats the fucking purpose. 

people are so damn selfish, they let him wallow like this because they only want a smile when it helps them.

he doesn’t mind.

( yeah he does )

he slouches into the couch, trying to forget, trying to sleep, trying to do something when words catch his ear. words, then a name though the name is probably first. the name is his and the voice registers quicker than anything else.

‘hyung?’

jaebin.

commands are shit when he’s like this. most of the time he tries not to let jaebin see him like that. he plays up his personas to the most. he’s at his best with the other, most relaxed too but most behaved. put together for the sake of keeping an image. then he pretends not to care. that’s why it all falls apart.

“hey kiddo.” it goes wrong with the first words out his mouth. daehyun glances up, chin planted firmly in the pillow and jaebin looking down at him from the edge of the armrest. he looks, well he looks like a lot of things. confused, comfy, curious. he looks like jaebin. uniform probably discarded in favor of sweats and a t-shirt. he probably just got off work. he probably came looking for him.

‘why’re you sprawled over the couch and not your bed? did you just get out practice? you look tired - hyung that’s not a good position.’

( everyone is selfish )

 usually in this case, things just attack, the words. it’s why no one approaches him, he has a tendency to get irritated with too much. especially when all he wants is white noise. but he finds himself smiling at the questions, the sincerity in it, lack of judgement.

( jaebin isn’t )

“couch is comfy. practice was yesterday.”  

‘are you okay? you sound tired?’  

usually when he needs a smoke, he’ll be out with his friends. chill at a friend’s place before going back to the dorm. stay at a friend’s place if the smoke sits on him too long. apologize for not meeting up with jaebin with his favorite snack and a hug. he’s not sure why the persona manifested around the jaebin, some responsibility shit or something. he’s not entitled to be respectful to anyone and somehow he cares about the light that jaebin always seems to carry with him. worries about preserving it. jaebin’s never in all the time they’ve been roommates, seen daehyun this stoned.

because he’s slurring but not the drunk kinda slur. but the lazy slow kind. it’s usually pretty well pieced together because daehyun’s perfected the act of hiding his vices. it’s just right now, he can’t be bothered. in the open space of the lounge somehow it’s just him and his friend. it’s a contrast immediately noticeable. jaebin, ever curious and ever sharp picks up on it. not all the way but enough.

( no one sees him like this )

“ ‘m tired as shit”

( jaebin does )

‘why don’t you come to the room? I was looking everywhere for you.’ “can’t feel my legs.”

admittedly, this could go worse.

‘oh my god hyung what do you mean you can’t feel them? do you need a doctor? did you hurt yourself in practice? sprain something?’ everything’s quick, jaebin’s movement, his rise in tone, his body beside daehyun, daehyun’s laughter. quick and easier than he thought. 

“no i’m good, just sinking in the couch.” because he does feel like it, like he’s bod going through and through. pleasantly. finally. maybe the laughter did it. maybe ****** *** **. maybe. he should get up.

‘hyung what’s wrong....’ daehyun can’t understand why parts of him says look up but he does. finally turns his head to view jaebin. jaebin jaebin, eyes wide, brows furrowed, gaze ignorant of the situation. worried. daehyun wants to laugh again, how the boy manages to be the pure surrounded by all the mud. not that daehyun’s mud but well. 

he manages a smile, slow but genuine. silly too.

“I’ll be honest. I’m high as hell.”

silence.

‘you’re-----?’ ... .. . “I smoked.” ‘drugs?’ a nod. ... .. . ‘hyung!’ “you gonna help me up?”

and for all daehyun’s worries. the worries he didn’t know he had. for the nagging in his brain telling him to send jaebin away, the stress of personas clashing and a little bit in his brain saying he was being ridiculous. for all that and more he’s proved wrong. because despite the look in his eyes, whatever look that is daehyun will decipher it later - despite the look jaebin just clicks his tongue and holds a hand down. 

daehyun’s up on his feet, stretching out loud and obnoxious, feeling parts of him pull back together.

‘hungry?’ “starving.”

they keep walking. daehyun lagging just a bit.

‘I brought food from the cafeteria.’ “Jaeeebiiin my favorite dongsaeng, best person in the whole world!!!”

and just like that they fall back in step. any thoughts about being alone, an needs and urges to crawl into a white space. jaebin breaks it out and daehyun doesn’t mind much.

[littlenimart]

tell me abt daevalur :3c

aksdaksdlssdlglkf anon…  just remember…  i’m an embarrassing…nerd…. and… u asked… for it… 

okey

Daevalur is a lvl 4, 224 year old, neutral good wood elf life cleric. you’ve already seen enough pics of him, he’s a sweet tiny healer boy. he’s like 5′4. lotsa dark hair, olive skin, androgynous in that way that elves are. because i’m a girl and RPing a dude elf our party constantly flip flop between “she” and “he” when referring to him and it’s just kind of become part of the character that some of the party have trouble remembering and some of the non-elf NPCs just don’t know.

he’d been holed up in a monastery before this whole adventure started, working on illuminating manuscripts and performing minor healings and stuff. he’s an empathetic dude, so it makes him happy to be useful to others and to heal the suffering. healing is also kind of a power trip, which he won’t admit he likes but it’s there. more selfishly, he feels like the only way he can truly “earn” people’s love is by being useful to them, so when he was shoved together with the rest of the party members, he saw it as a chance to do some good in the big wide world and also make some friends. even better that the potential new friends are big and strong and could beat up anyone who tries to hurt him, because, as wise as he is (18), his strength (11) and HP are kind of ass.

he’s been enjoying his adventures. his ultimate goal is to perform some legendary good that’ll really benefit some society somewhere, and to git so gud as a healer that he can fix anything  (and, if he ever goes home, really impress someone who blew him off in a way that hurt).

Dae’s kind of a mother hen, too? he feels important, being responsible for the wellbeing of his group. but he also worries a lot because while he’s not much for starting fights, some of his party are, and they’re prone to getting fucked up. the most prone (and his #1 source of heart attacks) is the soul stitched paladin, Garbage, because in his crusade for lawful good he’s always getting himself into fights, and due to his undead-ness, he can’t be healed by traditional healing magic or potions. he literally just has to sleep it off. so Daevaulr paradoxically feels extra responsible for him, knowing there’s nothing he can do. they share that “good” alignment too, so he often has to agree with Garbage’s goals, even if he doesn’t approve of the methods.

(case in point abt Dae’s personality in action: in our last session Garbage started a 1 on 1 fight with an ogre in a shady tavern, and Dae went from 0-worried in like .5 seconds and cast bless on Garbage without consulting the group. entire bar went into an uproar that the cleric was helping Garbage cheat, and were ready to put the beatdown on all of us. because Daevalur has 11 charisma and is bad at talking, Garbage, with his superior charisma, had to smooth the whole thing over like “he’s a cleric, he doesn’t understand warrior honor etc, i’ll tell him to stop casting and then we can start.” so one spell slot was wasted, Daevalur almost brought certain ass-beating upon the whole group, and Garbage saved the day and proceeded to spill some ogre blood while Daevalur watched through his fingers.

he’s usually not as useless as he was there. if he’s gotta fight he can cast spiritual weapon and run around healing while simultaneously getting decent hits in from a distance.

his two big ol’ vices are that he’s not good at forgiving and forgetting, and he likes keeping secrets and will avoid sharing them unless someone’s wellbeing is in immediate danger.

at this point in our adventure he’s kind of a nervous wreck- he, as well as the paladin and monk, have been afflicted by this sucky and extra painful blight, which he has no way of healing. he mostly just wants it gone. now. last session, he resorted to drinking spider blood after being told it “might fix it” and ended up in a frothing, murderous rage, compelled to attack his own friends. luckily because of his shit strength and a bad attack roll, the rogue was able to tie him up and sit on him after the first attack and they just waited it out. he’s having a bad time in the underdark.

entire backstory under the cut because while i’m talking about this i might as well write it out for my own and the DM’s future reference (very little space on the character sheet means only the vaguest description is written there)

Dae was a hermit before he joined up with the party-  he grew up in regular elf society (wood elves in our game’s universe aren’t really tribal or nomadic as in some canons, they’re more like a the Lothlorien elves from LotR) bookbinders, and he liked to bind the books but also had a talent for illustrating them. he liked other elves, but the elf he liked the most was a childhood friend of his from a high class elven family. he really loved this friend and it wasn’t much of a secret, he wanted to husband him up and spend the rest of his trophy spouse life making art and not involving himself in the greater world.

sadly, while his friend cared for him too, he was under a lot of pressure to marry well for political and money reasons and Daevalur wasn’t rich or anything, so his friend, with some regret, told him it wasn’t gonna happen and that he should stop coming around.

daevalur is a sensitive and somewhat dramatic soul, so in his despondence, he left society to join a monastery, as you do.

in the monastery he was a quiet little elf who spent most of his time sitting around in the forest working on illuminating manuscripts and learning to perform minor healing. he liked the peace and enjoyed making artwork, it was pretty ideal for him for a while. he still got sad about the way things turned out with his friend when he thought too much about it, but he convinced himself on some level he was better off not being around anyone with the power to hurt him. better to be alone and totally unfuckable and invulnerable.

at the time our adventure started back in the fall, Daevalur was stuck in a jail with the rest of our party members, who he didn’t know, for tresspassing. they got released on the condition they fulfill this “minor” quest, and here we are! 

i love him a lot.. there’s a little of me in there but he’s the first OC i’ve had whose really grown a life of his own (mostly because D&D necessitates this and it’s excellent) and also RPing a priest is fantastic.

i’m so embarrassing… if you’ve read all this you know how embarrassing i am… im so….. im…. it’s so fun don’t judge me…