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[thetranquillight]

“What the fucketh.”

"So... If ain't Izumi... This means Kouji is my love interest then?"

[highvern]

Sales Pitch II

Pairing: Moon Junhui x fe!reader, feat. Jeon Wonwoo x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, 21+

Warnings: consensual voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum eating, spitting, unprotected sex, cream pie, snowballing, dom/sub themes, masturbation, multiple sex positions, impact play, choking, take me to paris wonhui!

Length: ~5k

Note: for all legal purposes, im still on semi-hiatus! this is just more torture for my bestie @wenjunehui patterns is still shelved until further notice, don't ask me about updates pls :) as always lmk what you guys think! also please ignore any errors i cracked this out in a lust fueled haze for pathetic bratty sub jun

Remember: Tumblr runs on reblogs and I run on validation in the tags and comments :)

Read part I

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Your back meeting the cool wood of the door muffles the click of the lock. All you can feel is Wonwoo; the weight of his body, his lips trailing across your jaw, his hair curled around your fingers. A sharp tug lets you feel more, urging him to grind his half hard cock into your core.

Darkness encases your intertwined figures on all sides. Only the faint light about the stove casting a hazy yellow that fails to reach the far corners of the room. You like it better this way. More anticipation in every touch. A flash of Wonwoo’s pale skin when your fingers drift under his sweater, or the dim shadow of his form dancing across your shut eyelids as he moves you further inside.

He doesn’t waste any time rushing towards the counter, lifting you up easily and shoving a hand up your short skirt. Wonwoo finds what you both knew he would; soaked and pantiless with arousal smeared between your thighs. You’d played the game all night, biting your tongue each time his finger tips skimmed the inside of your knee during the movie. Or at dinner when he watched you with an unimpressed gaze over the rim of his wine glass. All of it built up to this. 

A finger dips in; barely breaching your entrance before retreating. The tease makes you desperate; tightening around each thrust to convince him to stay and press deeper only for Wonwoo to chuckle and leave you gaping again and again with more slick dripping down his digits each time. 

“C’mon,” you huff. You're quick to snag his wrist, using every ounce of strength to force in place as your hips grind up. 

Wonwoo needs no more encouragement after the first sharp whimper of satisfaction you release. Instead, he presses hard with another finger until you can feel him in your lungs. The suffocating heat of your top results in its swift removal. But the relief is short lived as teeth nip at the curve of your breasts before dropping to suck a nipple through the lace. Thighs muffling the debauchery, you pant into his hairline while his own mouth focuses on bruising your chest.

Skirt belting your hips, Wonwoo drops more fervent kisses as he descends lower and lower. The granite of the counter is cool against your sweat back but unforgiven when you arch at the first timid flash of his tongue through your folds. The mess between your legs turns obscene under his mouth, lips smacking with each lash against your clit.

But it’s all still a tease. Nothing but a show to prove he can give and take and give and take until you’re willing to cry for more. Or at least until the man watching from the shadows caves and blows the illusion. 

In your peripheral, Jun stands out in the arm chair at the far end of the room. If you didn’t know he was there then you’d never guess. The kitchen and living room connected in what is really a singular large space, uninterrupted by anything that could distract the view. And what a view he has; you topless, nipples shiny and spine curled while his roommate eats you out on the counter. 

You won’t look where you know he’s sitting, no doubt cupping himself over his jeans in desperation. Jun is a good boy. He touches when he’s told and sits on his hands when he can’t help it. But you’re spread like a feast under Wonwoo’s mouth and Jun is just a man.

Wonwoo plucks and strokes, nips and sucks, driving you inch by desperate inch to the brink. Warm and worn under his mouth, another finger sinks in easily but Wonwoo goads anyway.

“Fucking tight,” he jests a little too loud for the small space between you but he wants Jun to hear. It’s sick. 

Especially when you hear a sharp inhale from where he sits.

The flat of Wonwoo’s palm lands on your stomach, skin sticking to skin as he forces your hips down. You don’t take to the warning. With your coworker slash friend with benefits who you occasionally go on dates with but not saying anything, you call all the shots. If you want to hump his face until he passes out from lack of oxygen, Jun will beg you to do it. If you want to sit on his cock while he counts the register, well it might take him five times to get the numbers in order but what his queen wants, she gets.

Wonwoo isn’t as eager to let you take charge and lets you know with the impact of his hand on your cunt.

“Fuck!”

He massages away the sting, thumb dipping to replace his tongue at your clit. “Stop moving.”

“Fuck off.” You bite.

The air cracks with tension. You’d take the amused twitch of Wonwoo’s lips as a challenge if it wasn't for the plan hatched during the car ride home. A sure fire way to get Jun so riled up he’d ruin his record of perfect behavior and give you and Wonwoo the chance to punish him the best way possible.

Your back talk goes as planned. Wonwoo rises, a tight grip at the back of your neck while he drags you up. It looks worse than it is. Another tease at Jun, taunting him with the idea of you giving him the same treatment.

But instead of fucking you over the counter like originally discussed, Wonwoo fumbles towards your room, out of Jun’s sight. You can hear him rise to follow with rushed footsteps but the door slams shut in his face before he can stop it. The lock clicks just as quickly and your left stifling amused cackles with Wonwoo doing the same.

“What the fuck guys?” Jun calls from the other side, rattling the door knob desperately. 

Is it better to acknowledge his frustration or pretend he doesn’t even exist? Jun calls again, a timid knock punctuating his plea. 

“Yeah?” You call, back settling against the door louder than necessary. Wonwoo takes back up the work at your chest, sucking a taunt nipple between his teeth while you do all the talking.

“I’m locked out.”

Your head thuds back as Wonwoo licks his way to your neglected breast, responding with more breath to hint at what's transpiring out of his line of sight, “We’re kinda busy.” 

“But—” he starts, only to be silenced.

“Oh, Wonwoo! Fuck.”

His fingers aren’t as deft as Jun’s and neither is his tongue but you’re spurred by the frustration in Jun’s tone. The metal of the knob continues to rattle, more erratic with every whimpered plea for more from the man in front of you. Turning around, your face melts against the wood while Wonwoo unzips his pants and presents himself.

“You’re so big,” you coo. 

Wonwoo rolls his eyes at the obvious bait but plays right along. “Yeah? Think you can take it?”

A bang near your head sends you into the air. 

“Let me in!” Jun demands.

His voice is hard. Steeled with a tone you’ve never heard before and it sends a chill down your spine. 

But Wonwoo seems undisturbed as he bends you at the waist. “She’s busy.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jun bites before melting softer. “Y/N, you said I could watch.”

The head of Wonwoo’s cock nestles against your entrance. He waits while you figure out your next move. Wonwoo agreed he’d go along with whatever you decided but the ghost of being split full makes all the choices bleed into one. 

“You’re not even asking right.” You say. “Maybe if you ask like a good boy we’ll let you in.”

“Please? Please let me in. I’ve been good. You said I could watch, baby. Please.”

“I don’t know. What do you think, Woo?”

Glancing over your shoulder, he shrugs. And then Wonwoo spits where his dick rests and rushes inside.

You know Jun hates it. He can feel Wonwoo fuck you into the door, every thrust leaving the wood to groan under the additional weight. If that wasn’t enough he can hear everything too. Your breathy moans, the slap of hips against your body, the sound of your sopping pussy. 

The few times he’s worn a blindfold proved he doesn’t like to be teased; a trail of broken cuffs and other restraints left in his wake. He’d rather be overstimulated until he’s cross eyed and barely breathing than edged. The one time you tried left your ass sore for days from bites and spanks. 

With each ticking second a repeat inches closer. And maybe with Wonwoo in the mix, Jun will be even more possessive. It certainly sounds like it as he grows exasperated in his pleas.

“Shit you’re so wet.” Wonwoo groans. “Bet you wish you could see it. Don’t you?”

“Fuck you.” 

You catch the telltale rasp in his voice too easily. Jun isn’t even trying to pretend. 

Smacking your fist against the door, you fume. “Are you fucking serious?” 

Wonwoo freezes. A trickle of fear he’s over stepped rushes his spine until your ass pushes back into the cradle of his hips. Your reprimand isn't’ for him. It’s for the brat jerking himself off like you don’t own his cock. 

“You didn’t let me in.” Jun teases, moaning boldly.

Jun gets what he wants. The door unlocks and you find him with his pants around his thighs, the tip of his cock shiny as it peeks through his tight fist. He doesn’t even stop the flutter of his wrist when your eyes find his face, ready for whatever punishment you might throw his way.

You step into his space. So close his length digs into the softness of your belly while your hand traces along his neck. Jun isn’t stupid enough to think you’re apologizing but your next words make him shudder.

“You’re gonna regret that.” You bite, teeth digging into his neck to leave a mark. 

Wonwoo’s eyes burn across your body from where he sits on the bed, watching every move. You won’t be bested by Jun while someone else is around to witness so your touches turn possessive; nails raking across his skin, fingers pinching his nipples until he cries for mercy. The beginnings of a bruise blooms across his throat. And Jun’s wrist still never stops. 

“Go sit on the bed.”

A trail of clothes flutters in his wake. About a foot of space sits between him and his roommate. Wonwoo maintains his cocky expression while waves of frustration waft from Jun. But neither speak as you dig through your side table for a bottle of lube. 

You approach where they wait, turning so you back meets Wonwoo’s chest as you sink into his lap. He curls both arms over your stomach and traces your shoulder with his nose. 

“Jun, come here.”

He’s in front of you in a second, cock bobbing right at your chest.

“Wonwoo is gonna fuck me and you’re gonna watch.”

“No.” Jun states.

Even Wonwoo stops at the sudden refusal. “No?”

“I wanna touch you too.”

His fingers twitch at the idea, desperate to feel you on him after being denied the promise to watch.

You hope your idea will calm his disobedience for now. Gazing with soft features, your hand finds his hip and strokes gentle circles into the skin. “But you broke the rules, baby.”

“So did you!”

You circle his cock in your hand, slowly working him just the way he likes until the quake in his legs nearly sends him to the floor. 

“If you don’t cum, then you can fuck me. But if you do, then you don’t get to touch me the rest of the night. Deal?”

He opens his mouth to object but you beat him to the punch.

“Or Wonwoo and I can have fun and you can go sit in the living room until we’re done.”

Maybe it's the way your thumb swipes at his tip, or the dip of your head to lap away the mess. Or it could be how you look at him, hopeful he’ll agree because you’re not done playing with him yet. But it's probably because you leave a gentle peck on his stomach to hide the whispered ‘please’ for his ears only.

“Okay.”

Before you can praise him, Jun pulls you up into a searing kiss. It’s messy and sloppy in the best ways. His tongue licks into your mouth, gliding across yours and lapping away any noise you both make. Not even the discomfort of his nose burrowing into your cheek manages to distract you from the new dynamic. The heat makes your toes curl embarrassingly; like a teenager getting her first kiss with the boy she’s crushed on for months. Maybe it's a closer description than you’d like but you don’t dwell. Just rise on your knees to chase him for more, more, more until you're floating.

And considering how his fingers curl around the arch of your jaw, Jun clearly plans to stay a while.

But it also makes you remember it’s not Jun’s hands at your chest. It’s definitely not Jun’s cock sinking inside you because you still have him leaking in your hand. The image of Wonwoo sitting beneath you, watching as you and Jun dissolve into a matching set of needy desperate messes brings you back down from the clouds.

The bottle of lube enters the playing field again, its contents cold and slimy as you squirt it over your breasts. Wonwoo jostles you in his lap with every stilted grind as he searches for his own pleasure. Roused by the commotion, Jun sits back to see what you have planned. His love for your tits excels beyond casual interests and verges on perversion. A hand raises to help massage the soft skin but he stops short and remembers what you asked. But the drool slipping out the corner of his lips can’t be helped when squeeze them together and the flesh bounces.

He knows you have more up your sleeve than a lewd show although he’d happily empty his load on your chest and watch you rub it into the skin as well. Mark you as his even if Wonwoo gets to dump his spend in your cunt. Jun’s done it before and he’ll get to do it again and again long after Wonwoo’s out the front door.

Hot and wet, the tip of his cock grazes your nipple when you lean forward; both twitching at the contact. Jun steps up and lets himself rest on your sternum, releasing a pained breath while you press your tits together to squeeze him tight. More lube helps the first slide and leaves his pre-cum dappling against the hollow of your throat. 

“Jesus—shit,” he puffs.

Wanting to hear more, you lap at the head of his cock on the next downstroke and are rewarded with your chin glossed in pearly white. 

Wonwoo paws instantly at your ass and hips, refusing to ask for you to dedicate an iota of attention to his blight. Wedged so deep inside you, you nearly rise all the way up on your knees before sinking back down. Every drop leaves you stuffed with two cocks and you can’t help but wonder if more preparation could make you even more full next time. 

“Want you to cum, kitty.” You coo, lips puckered on the next suck.

His head drops back, lip bruised between his teeth. “Can’t.” 

“But I want you to,” you hiccup in a feign of innocence. “You’ve been so good. You deserve it baby.”

Your words are sweet like honey. Jun wants to cave, it's painted so plainly on his face. Eyes screwed tight, lip quivering, hands fisted at his sides while his body wages war with his mind. But one lube slick finger dipping beneath his balls and going for the soft spot just before his ass finishes the battle.

His stomach caves as he cums, rogue without aim. You manage to catch enough on your tongue to satiate your need for him but the rest drips and trails across your face and torso as you continue to bounce on Wonwoo’s cock without so much as a missed breath.

Sweat beads along your back and Wonwoo’s chest suffocates your skin even further. Leaning back, he accommodates your wish and falls to his elbows without missing a beat; feet planted on the floor so he can buck up into you. 

Jun can only stand and watch, the evidence of his failure shinny across your chin, neck, and chest. Rounded eyes brimmed with disappointment meet his own as he falls to his knees to clean up the mess.

He’s breaking the rules again but you honestly can’t care with the way he sucks away his own cum. You’re not too keen on it going to waste so before he can swallow you pull him up, split his lips open with your thumb, and get a taste for yourself. 

Your chest is covered with his mouth again before he rises and spits his haul into your waiting tongue. Jun keeps going. He doesn’t stop until there's nothing left and even then he presents his own tongue for you to spit on when he’s done.

“You’re so nasty,” you pant as he gulps down your present.

Jun focuses on leaving a brand of his teeth below your jaw, grunting when you grab for his limp cock again. He can give you more. He always does.  A final kiss satisfies Jun’s needs before you send him back on his haunches to wait.

Wonwoo barely registers as an afterthought, his presence eclipsed by Jun’s desperation and your eagerness. But he deserves to get what he came for. The quicker the better because you still have unfinished business with your coworker turned fuck buddy.

Slipping from his lap, his cock falls against his stock. Rigid and coated in your arousal, you rush to face him and sink back down.

He sighs at the relief, “finally” before dropping fingers to your clit while the other circles your throat. 

Your back meets the sticky sheets swiftly. Wonwoo presses deep and firm, stretching you to the limit. Jun still sits in the back of your head even if you can’t see him. You know he’s watching and it's enough to make you shy. But there's no room for it as Wonwoo hooks your knees in the dip of his elbows and spreads you wider, no doubt making Jun privy to your wrecked cunt.

“Harder,” you choke.

Wonwoo gets lost in the motions and nearly crushes you into the bed for it. Your fingers find his stagnated ones, brushing them aside to swipe against the raw bundle of nerves.

Teeth tug at your earlobe, biting into the softness as the end breaches over his spine. You retaliate with the sting of your nails down his back, digging harshly when you reach his ass to force him deeper. 

“Fuck, yeah.” He groans, voice breaking. Another harsh press of his hips sends you up the bed from the force. “C-c-cuming. Fuck, I’m cuming.”

Hot rope after hot rope creams your insides as Wonwoo works through his orgasm. You feel something dripping down your slit to your ass and assume he’s stuffed you with more than you can take. 

He pecks your cheek in thanks, signing off with a press of his nose before rolling away and leaving you empty. And the other discussion from the car comes back.

“I can’t believe it was Jun’s idea for me to take you on a date.” Wonwoo snorts.

“Why?”

“Because what guy wants another man taking out his girlfriend.”

You sit in uncomfortable silence, unable to admit the truth. Jun isn’t your boyfriend. And the entire charade tonight doesn’t seem to point that his interests even point remotely in that direction.

“So you and Jun aren’t dating?”

“No.”

“Well this is gonna go great.” Wonwoo quips.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You can’t help but be defensive but before you can get an answer he’s pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant.

The wet of Jun’s lips glide across your ankle, up your shin and over your knee. His hands find the crease and he pushes until your legs dangle over his shoulders. Every touch is devout, an attempt to soak in your presence without the previous interference. One of your palms finds his cheek and Jun is quick to drop a lazy kiss to it before setting to work between your legs. 

He doesn’t rush. If Jun wanted you wailing and twitching he’d have you there already. Instead, slow strokes bring you back to life bit by bit while his hands keep kneading the meat of your thighs and stomach.

Melting under the attention, you don’t even notice Wonwoo begins to rise until he speaks.

“That was fun.”

Neither of you acknowledge him. Too lost in one another, if you focus hard enough you can completely ignore the sound of him collecting his clothes. 

But Jun can’t.

Every shuffle earns a harsh lick against your sensitive clit. He doesn’t stop when your thighs nearly crush his head or your fingers tug at his hair. For the first time, Jun doesn’t listen to your silent instructions at all.

His fingers lack the same timidity as his mouth. Three spear you immediately, curving and scissoring until your vision goes fuzzy at the edges. More of Wonwoo’s cum leaks out and Jun is quick to lap it away and spit it into the bed sheets away from where you lay. 

“Now that’s just insulting.” Wonwoo calls. You find him lent against the door frame, dressed with his arms crossed in front of his chest. 

Jun doesn’t let up. If anything, the sound of his roommate's voice spurs him on. 

You gesture vaguely towards the door with a gasped, “get out,” before you fall back under Jun’s spell.

He focuses on cleaning away any proof Wonwoo was ever there. His fingers soak in your ruined cunt to pull away the excess before his tongue sneaks inside 

“Oh my god— J–Jun.”  You beg, body kicking in a tantrum while tears curl in your eyes.

He offers a hand to hold on your stomach while he continues to prove whatever point he hopes to make in the crux of your thighs. You grip on for dear life, nails leaving crescents on his skin while his thumb brushes against your palm in time with his tongue teasing lower and lower.

“Tell me I’m better.” 

You barely make out the words muffled in your cunt. Immediately you think he’s asking for more praise, the kind he gets when he cums twice within minutes. But you can’t wax poetically about how good he is with the way brands his tongue into your heat. All you can do is moan and whine with gusto and hope it's enough.

Jun rises, face coated in your arousal and eyes lazy. He doesn’t reject your kiss, or the shy way you prod the seam of his lips with your tongue. Tonights different in a million ways and the fact you feel nervous underneath him makes you even more skittish. 

Hips cradling his, Jun slides his cock deep without the usual stretch thanks to the hours of play. Jun anchors your legs wide to watch you take him inch by inch. Curiosity gets the better of you, and your chin dips to see the display as well. Not the first time he’s fucked you raw but the constrate of his skin against your own never grows dull. Trailing your eyes up further, you observe the twitch of his stomach every time you clench around him until Jun crushes you into the sheets.

You're both desperate. Breath puffing into eachothers mouths as you meet in a pathetic kiss. Sweat slicks your belly against his own. Jun covers every inch of your body he can like he wants to melt together and stay that way forever. 

“God, Jun!” You cry. “Shit, shit. G-gonna cum.”

Riled beyond belief, you need to cum. If it’s on his cock, or his fingers, or his face, you don’t care. As long as he’s there to help you through it. 

“I’m better than him, right? You want me more?”

He’s right in your ear, clear as day. Hours of build up freezes and shatters in half a second.

Your legs lock around the smell of his back, slowly his frantic pace until he’s calm enough to take a breath. His embarrassment hides in the curve of your throat. Jun paints apologetic kisses across every stretch of skin he can find while you wait for him to speak. 

“Jun?”

Nose cutting into the soft space under your jaw, he whispers, “I don’t want you to sleep with other people.”

Your gut tugs defensively. How dare he? Wonwoo was Jun’s idea, not yours; his roommate who made one joke about hearing you two fucking into the early hours of the morning. It was Jun who asked to invite him in. But before you can remind him of the fact, he frees his next truth.

“I want it to be just us.”

Hot and cold flash on your skin and a pit the size of an elephant explodes your stomach. There's too much ambiguity in such a statement. Too many what ifs. Considering his cock is still pressed between your legs, you refuse to be hopeful he’s asking for more than exclusive permission to your body.

“Okay.”

He jumps away from his hiding place, face wide with amazement. “Really?”

“Sure,” you swallow. “We won’t fuck anyone else.”

“That isn’t…I want it to be us. Us? You and me?”

“Like dating?”

He nods mutely.

A smile tilts the corners of your mouth, splitting your face ridiculously. You whisper again, “okay.”

Shy smiles and avoidant eyes are out of place giving what you’re doing. Given everything you have done. But you like Jun and he likes you and now you're both nervous because being naked means more now than it did twenty minutes ago.

You forge the courage to kiss him with gossamer drags of your lips over his jaw. He giggles when your breath ghosts over the shell of his ear, folding his head down to his shoulder to stop the maddening sensation and you can’t help but glow from the absurdity.

Pouting playful, you rope him into the fun with a taunt.“Kiss me.”

Jun doesn’t play around the demand. He seals his lips over yours, only interrupted by a grin that turns the connection into teeth from the twin smiles illuminating your faces. 

After the initial giddiness dims, Jun seems to remember he’s still inside you with a cursory thrust. It’s the same way he was fucking you before but now there are feelings and everything has an indecipherable edge.

His mouth avoids the sensitive parts of your chest, focusing on rubbing his lips across your skin and soaking in the feeling rather than soliciting a response. He’s aimless in his pursuits but you enjoy the attention all the same.

A sigh of your name signals his end. But Jun won’t cum a second time. Not while you still haven’t had your first.

Steady on one arm, he sucks his thumb into his mouth before slithering it where you meet. Everything quakes under the pressure, hours of teasing rising to a boil without preamble. Tremors ripple from your sore clit through every muscle. Growing stronger and stronger until you're bucking wildly. 

“Please cum, need it baby.” Jun whimpers, veins raising on his neck from the strain to hold back. “Been so good. I listened! Please, please, please.” 

He’s pathetic. Weak for good pussy and a dom who’ll give him the direction he needs to please. And you’re even more pathetic because you’re cumming on the next whiny breath he releases. 

Jun tries to fuck you through it, but the lewd mix of lube, arousal, and cum proves to hinder rather than help. He slips out and leaves you aching at first, two sets of hands scrambling to slip him back home. In the deep end of bliss, you crave the closeness rather than need it but it doesn’t stop Jun from huffing with frustration.

You grow boneless and pliant through the next strokes, eager to see him make another mess. Nothing feels as good as he does on your skin. Managing two handfuls of ass, you pull him deeper until he cries. 

“Wanna feel you make this pussy yours.” You beg into his shoulder. “Will you do that for me? Fill me with your cum?” 

His response is a raw moan, pathetic at your offer. The flutter of your walls around him unravels the knot of his second release until he’s rushing forward, forcing you down until you can’t breathe while he ruts every drop of his spend as deep as possible. 

You already know what he plans to do when he attempts to slip out. He's a freak in the most predictable ways. But a ghost of your foot along the sensitive back of his thigh and a coo for his return quell the hunger for further depravity. 

Relishing in the silence, you both find places to stroke and explore. The calloused pad of Jun’s thumb follows the bow of your lips, swirling across the sensitive skin with an occasional pause; only to start again when you bestow a gentle kiss. 

“Can we sleep on the couch? It��s fucking nasty in here.”

Scoffing, you force him out of your chest with a palm to his forehead. “I’m sorry, who was the one spitting cum earlier?”

“Shut up.” Jun pouts, kissing his point across.

Dozing on the couch, Jun lights the pre-roll from his overnight bag. A few puffs are all it takes to melt the lingering jitters from his confession. Somehow this Jun, cozy in his sweats with damp hair and a lazy grin, is more imposing than the one who left the mess still staining your panties. But he doesn’t let you stay at the far end of the couch for long. Planted between long legs, back to his chest while his fingers tangle together on your stomach, you find it all feels right.

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[hyenahunt]

Saga: Rivals - 14

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Hiyori, Tsumugi, Jun, Sora

Proofreading: moricchiichan (JP) & hyenahunt (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Sora: Onii~san, is something wrong? Your “color” tells me you’re hurting somewhere, y'know?

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Front Gate

Hiyori: Excuuuse me~? It's a wonderful thing to be so close and chummy, but I'll have you know I don't take getting ignored too well, yes?

Tsumugi: Ah, I’m sorry! I’ll take you to the dressing room… Er, a waiting room that will also double as a place for you to practice in, so please come this way~♪

Hiyori: Thank you, that will be a considerable help!

I do have a good grasp of the ins and outs of Yumenosaki as I was once a student here myself, but it certainly seems like Eichi-kun has invested quite a bit in renovating some areas, didn't he~?

It’s strangely unfamiliar in some parts.

Back when we visited for Summer Live, you and student council staff were strategically stationed here and there to block off various pathways… All so we couldn’t wander about so freely, isn't that right?

How rude! Unlike Ibara, you wouldn't catch me sniffing about like some sort of spy, alright?

Tsumugi: Ah, so you did notice? I’m sorry about that. You see, it seems we had an information leak some time around spring…

Our security became stricter, and we were told not to let students from other schools roam about.

Hiyori: Well, I do suppose that’s an understandable arrangement. I’m sure you have some skeletons you’d rather keep in your closet — not that I’m one to criticise that, as a former member of fine myself… Oh?

Jun: ………

Hiyori: Jun-ku~un? Whatever is the matter? First thing in the morning and you still look so glum! I’ve told you over and over, but you really ought to learn from me and keep a smile upon your face!

Sora: HuHu~♪ But whenever he's around, your brightness becomes just about right!

Hiyori: Is that so? But what does that mean? You’re a rather strange child, aren't you…?

Sora: Sora gets that a lot!

Sora: Onii~san, is something wrong? Your “color” tells me you’re hurting somewhere, y'know?

Jun: Sorry? Oh… No, I’m alright. Thanks for your concern.

Tsumugi: Fufu. It’s been a while, Sazanami-kun. You wouldn't happen to remember me, would you?

Jun: Ah, Aoba Tsumugi-senpai, from the former fine — good morning to you!

Thanks so much for taking care of Ohii-san and everything else back during Summer Live. We're looking forward to working with you once again!

Tsumugi: Wow, you're just as polite as usual despite your rough appearance.

Hiyori: Heh-heh, all as a result of my excellent training, of course ☆

Well, Jun-kun has always been a strangely civil boy since the day I first met him.

And here he really could afford to be a little more haughty, too~ In order to bestow hope to the people, those who are successful ought to act showy to a certain extent ♪

Jun: Goddamn. It's because you always run your mouth that I have to play up the politeness in order to balance it out, yeah~?

Well, whatever. It’s freezin' at this time of the year, so we’ve gotta stop standing 'round talking out here and hurry on inside.

Feels like I’m gonna catch a cold any second now. I've been shivering like crazy for a while now, y'know~?

Tsumugi: Whoa, are you feeling alright? I’m so sorry, I’ll take you two inside right away! Please come this way~ Hidaka-sensei should be already here ♪

Hiyori: Ah, so it seems he really has started teaching here as an interim lecturer, hasn't he? Of course, that's the reason we were invited here to begin with..

(…I do wonder just how much of this is all according to his calculations. I'm not a fan of being a pawn for him to use at his convenience.)

Hiyori: (Well, no matter. After all, facing off against Sagami-sensei should be able to give closure to yet another one of Jun-kun’s concerns…)

(As long as the script tells an enthralling tale, then I shall dance according to it.)

(But if it turns out to be not to my taste, then I'll beleaving. Dear me, I'm really not fond of Hidaka-sensei…)

(It’s not as if he’s gloomy, or unpleasant as a person, but any words you say to him feel like they never quite reach him, and only reflect right off like light on metal.)

Tsumugi: Hiyori-kun? What’s the matter? We should get going~

Hiyori: Ah, yes, I'm coming… Unfortunately, my dislike for winter seems incurable. It's ever so cold and dark — simply the worst.

Tsumugi: Ahaha. Winter just has that image for us in particular, huh?

Oh? Come to think of it — er, Lilith, was it? …Hiyori-kun, shouldn’t your temporary unit have four members?

Sora: That's what Sora heard, too! Ba-barrier is the same way~

Project-Saga units usually have a teacher, a third year, a second year, and a first year… So four members in total!

Tsumugi: Umm… In that case, you should have a first year, right?

Hiyori: Hmm~ Well, the strange thing is…

Even I have no idea who our last member is. In fact, I heard the boy who was originally meant to join us has already quit our school.

In that case, why don't you join our unit, Tsumugi-kun? I believe you’ll do far better than a random fill-in ever could ♪

Tsumugi: Oh no, I don’t have the energy for that. I’m all worn out from having to prepare the stage in a hurry…

You see, I've been helping with this show as a part-time campus job.

Sora: HeHe~♪ As Switch, we spend a lot of money on our unique stage productions, so we’re almost always in the red~ But it’s great fun to do part-time jobs together!

Tsumugi: It really is. Not to mention, due to Sora-kun's involvement I’m not a complete stranger to Ba-barrier, either. So I thought I should try to be of some help…

I also wanted to see you, Hiyori-kun, as it’s been a while.

Hiyori: Well, I'm delighted to hear that ♪ AAll the same, it feels oddly poignant seeing just how much you've changed from the Tsumugi-kun I used to know

Tsumugi: …Have I been able to change, too?

Hiyori: Of course! And not just in appearance — but as a person, too!

While I can't say if it’s a change for the better or worse, I think it’s wonderful just how truly alive you seem!

Tsumugi: That goes for you too, Hiyori-kun. You’ve become a lot kinder and more attentive than you used to.

Hiyori: Is that so? Well, I do have an unruly boy who is an absolute handful… My hardships must be showing♪

Jun: 'Scuse me? You can’t seriously mean me~ That description suits you way better, y'know?

Tsumugi: Ahaha. The two of you seem close~ I’m so glad to see it ♪

Sora: Yes! Senpai, the two of them feel like you and Master somehow, don't they~?

Tsumugi: Really? Then I’m really glad to hear that. It looks like Hiyori-kun's also found a new place where he belongs…♪

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Week 6: What is Digital Citizenship? Hashtag Publics, Political Engagement and Activism

Welcome back to my blog! ☀️

This week's content is gonna be a little bit serious as we're going to talk about the world of digital citizenship, focusing on how hashtags bring people together for political engagement and activism. I'll break it down so it's easy to understand and fun to read. So, what exactly is digital citizenship? Basically is having the know-how to use digital tools to connect with others, share ideas, and be active in our online communities. It's all about being a positive part of the digital world. (Media smarts, 2022)

I guess all of us are very familiar with hashtags (#), even I also love using hashtags when posting stuff on social media. For me, hashtag publics are like online groups that come together around specific hashtags. When people use the same hashtag, they join a bigger conversation. I’ve seen two famous hashtags #BlackLivesMatter and #MeToo have created huge online movements (the impact is legit crazy). (Bestvater et al., 2023) These hashtags bring together people with similar concerns, letting them share stories and raise awareness. It's pretty cool how a simple hashtag can connect voices from all over the world, showing us how serious these issues are and that they're happening everywhere, we can't just ignore or brush them off.

I deep down really think that hashtag publics are really powerful because they make it easy for people to get involved in political engagement. Political engagement involves activities like voting, campaigning, or sharing information to influence government and public policies. Social media has made this incredibly accessible. I remember seeing #BlackLivesMatter was everywhere, and all of my social media platforms were flooded by this hashtag, that's why I did some research because I was too curious about how is this hashtag became so famous.

#BlackLivesMatter started in 2013 after Trayvon Martin's killer was acquitted. Alicia Garza, Patrisse Cullors, and Opal Tometi created it to fight racism and violence against Black people. It became a worldwide movement where millions used the hashtag to share their stories and call for justice. (Adams, 2020)

Another hashtag #MeToo is also frequently being used and mentioned. I know one of the cases in China, there's a big #MeToo moment occurred involving a former intern, Xianzi, accusing a famous TV anchor, Zhu Jun, of sexual assault. Xianzi's accusation sparked a wave of support online, with many women sharing their own stories of harassment in the entertainment industry using #MeToo. This moment highlighted the power of such movements to create a sense of community and empower people to fight for what's right. (Nast, 2018)

Hashtags aren't just for raising awareness—they're also a big part of activism. Activists use them to get organized and keep the ball rolling. Like during climate strikes, hashtags such as #FridaysForFuture help folks rally worldwide. Students from all over use these tags to swap stories and get others fired up to join in. It's wild how a little tag can turn into a big force for making things happen.

In short, being a good digital citizen means using hashtags wisely, talking about politics, and getting involved in activism. That's how we can make the internet better and make real change happen. So, if you see a hashtag that speaks to you, jump in and add your voice to the conversation.

References :

Adams, C. 2020. A movement, a slogan, a rallying cry: How Black Lives Matter changed America’s view on race. NBC News. https://www.nbcnews.com/news/nbcblk/movement-slogan-rallying-cry-how-black-lives-matter-changed-america-n1252434.

Bestvater, S., Gelles-Watnick, R., Odabaş, M., Anderson, M. and Smith, A. 2023. #BlackLivesMatter Turns 10. [online] Pew Research Center: Internet, Science & Tech. https://www.pewresearch.org/internet/2023/06/29/blacklivesmatter-turns-10/.

Media smarts, 2022. What is Digital Citizenship? [online] MediaSmarts. https://mediasmarts.ca/digital-media-literacy/general-information/digital-media-literacy-fundamentals/what-digital-citizenship.

Nast, C. 2018. One Year of #MeToo: How the Movement Eludes Government Surveillance in China. [online] The New Yorker. https://www.newyorker.com/news/news-desk/one-year-of-metoo-how-the-movement-eludes-government-surveillance-in-china.

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (466): Mon 26th Jun 2023

Unlike yesterday where I was on shitty stow for the entire day, today I immediately got pulled aside and sent straight down to shipping. I could have French kissed this guys penis right then and there because I’m now at the stage where doing any amour of stowing just fucks with my head. Although I’m happy that I’m apparently getting moved to shipping full time I imagine that I will occasionally have to go back on stow when they’re low on staff. For six weeks last Christmas I did no stowing at all as I was needed on pack so I imagine that when Christmas comes around this year (assuming the Russians haven’t taken over and replace Christmas with whatever their version of Christmas is…Putinmas I imagine) I will be sent from shipping to pack once again but that’s fine with me since pack and shipping are my two favourite processes. To be honest I’m surprised that they haven’t moved me from stow to another process already since my rates on pack are always significantly higher than my rates on stow. It makes me think back to school where they kept badgering me about focusing on my English, Maths and Science and I kept on pointing out to them that I was only on track to get a D- in all three of these subjects but in Food Technology I was on track to getting a D+ so why not just let me focus all my energy on that? They didn’t bite…and I ended up getting an F in all four subjects anyway.

I had to avoid the internet all day so I wouldn’t have the results from Forbidden Door spoiled but it was worth it because AEW and New Japan put on a hell of a show last night. I never thought I’d say it. It MJF really carried Tanahashi in their title match. Tanners is really starting to show his age and the extent of the injuries to his knees since MJF had to slow down to accommodate The Ace and at certain points had to make himself look bad by selling for moves that Tanners could only put half of his energy into. Unless Tanahashi takes some time off to get his knees looked at then I’m afraid to say don’t think he’s ping for the squared circle.  Punk vs Kojima was really entertaining and Punk did a good job of playing up to the hostile crowd. I think he’s accepted that certain people are just going to see him as the bad guy and rather than just ignore it like Cena and Roman Reigns he’s just going to go with it which I think is the right move. Sanada vs Jungle Boy Jack Perry was entertaining enough burnout still looked out of place to have an upper midcarder just be rewarded with a title shot because he was the first to public ally accept an open challenge (even if it was clear he wasn’t going to win the belt). Luckily though it all worked out for Jack as they had him turn on Hook after the match solidifying his heel turn. I think this was definitely the best move as his character has felt stale for a while and there has definitely an audible fan backlash for a while now so I think it was for the best to have him embrace the hate and go a different direction with his character. This will be the true test of whether he truly benefited from the tutelage of Christian Cage. The Elite vs BCC ten man tag match was great with plenty of drama although it looks like the feud between these two factions is still going to continue which is starting to make my dick itch because this feud should have ended a while back…in fact I dare say the BcC should have ended a while back because Regal isn’t even there anymore. Ospreay vs Kenny Omega (who I’ve recently realized is the spot of British comedian Seann Walsh) was amazing. Fully deserving of the seventeen stars Meltzer is inevitably going to award it. I especially liked the ending of Callis helping Ospreay win because it gives Ospreay some added heat for when he returns to Japan and also helps set up the Omega vs Takeshita feud. Sting, Darby and Naito vs Jericho, Guevara and Suzuki was predictably disappointing. Naito has been Randy Ortoning it for a few years now and I wouldn’t be surprised if he called it quits before long. Sting messed up a few spots and as much as it pains me to say it I think it’s a good think he’s hanging it up this year. When he first came to AEW I enjoyed it because although he could only do the basics he could still bump but now he can’t even do that anymore. Finally Okada vs Bryan Danielson was everything longtime fans of both athletes were hoping it would be and more. Some great technical mat work, lots of close calls with both almost hitting their finish and both men going out of their way to make the other look good. Sadly it looks like Danielson suffered a broken arm in this match but he managed to finish the match because of course he did and it looks like he’ll only be out for a few weeks.

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ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N as Greek Myths

HIPPOMENES & ATLANTA

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synopsis: you challenged park jongseong into a deal you didn’t expect to lose to.

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important note: i originally planned to write enhypen as greek gods but then i didn’t find some love stories that i like so i end up using some love stories that aren’t greek gods. also these are like modern versions of greek mythology love stories.

warnings: grammar errors, harassement , kissing and mention of virginity, slight suggestive scenes. let me know if i missed some!

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“This is the third time this week, y/n.” you rolled your eyes as your gaze lifted from staring at your fingers up to Lee Heeseung, the president of the student council at your school.

He was eyeing you with his serious strict eyes but that didn’t even intimidated you. After having a staring contest for a while, you flashed the gentlemen your sweetest smile. “Sorry about it. I promise not to do it again.” you’re sure that came out a little sarcastic but you don’t care. All you think of is to get out from here as soon as possible. It’s boring here.

He sighed and put one of his hand inside his pocket before he leaned over the teacher’s table. “You already said that the last time.”

You ignored what he said and just stared at your fingernails again, thinking that you should get it fixed right away since you’re sick of the colors already. He lets out a tired sigh after realizing you aren’t listening to him anymore. You are at the detention again for breaking the school’s rule. You’re so pissed to Doyoem, your current boyfriend, because he’s the main reason why you’re caught.

You sighed, irritated and gazed at Heeseung once again. You were about to say something but both of your heads turned over to the door because it bursts open. Your lips slowly turned into a pout as you watch another senior entering the detention room.

It was none other than Park Jongseong. He’s known as Jay in your school and also the vice president of your school. His cold, serious eyes glanced at you for a second and teared it away like nothing. He walked closer to Heeseung handing him a folder. A lot of students in your school simp for these two. Not only they have simp-worthy visuals but also they’re smart, responsible and comes from good family. Oh, you’ve heard girls go crazy about them.

You scoffed lightly and crossed your arms at how he just ignored you like that. You won’t lie, your pride got hurt a little because that’s very unusual scene for you. Boys usually flirt and gets interested at your right away. But Jay...

“Okay, I’ll follow you after this. Tell Hana to start preparing the list so we can start already once I arrive.” Heeseung said and signed something at the folder before handing it back to Jay.

He nodded silently and his eyes darted at your direction again. To your surprise, his stares last a bit longer and the next thing you saw was his unamused smirk flashing over his handsome face, staring down at you. A little caught off-guard, you still managed to raise a brow at him.

“(l/n) again huh?” he said taunting you.

Your brows furrowed at him and was ready to say something but Heeseung interrupted it with his heavy sigh, his attention now darted at you too.

“Caught making out at the end aisle of the library.” Heeseung said like Jay needs to know about the rule you just broke.

Jay’s unamused smirk remained as he stared you with that piercing smirk of him. You blinked and slightly cleared your throat as an unwanted feeling slowly crept unto you. You’re a lower year than them but you’re known for being a trouble maker and your free spirited personality. You’ve been breaking boys hearts all over your campus too, so your name really do ring a bell to him.

“Why not suspend her from cheering squad?” he suddenly suggested that made you stand up and furrowed your brows. Even if you’re a little confused as to how he knew you’re part of it, you shoved that thought away.

“No! You can’t do that!” you complained right away. Heeseung’s hand went inside his pocket while he stares at your seriously.

“We can. You’ve been breaking too many rules.” Heeseung stated and your glaring eyes darted at Jay who seemed unbothered because he just smirked at you. He shrugged his shoulders and turned his back to start walking outside.

You clenched your jaw in annoyance and even followed him with your eyes. You stared at the closed door for a while before Heeseung snapped you back to reality. He lets out a sigh and asked you to take a sit. Unwillingly, you obliged, afraid that if you kept on pissing him off your punishment will get worst.

“You’re suspended from practice for 3 weeks.” he said that made you laugh sarcastically. “3 weeks?! My team needs me.”

Heeseung’s face seemed unbothered about it. “Doesn’t seem like my problem.” he said and even smirked at you. With clenching fist, you clicked the side of your cheeks using your tongue before you shake your head from side to side.

“You’re dismissed. I hope you’ll learn your lesson with this.” he said and even started fixing those papers over the table in front of him, not sparing you any glance.

You stood up your sit, completely pissed about the punishment he gave you. Jay’s handsome face suddenly went inside your mind, and you can’t help but to be more pissed off. He’s the main reason why that happened! If only he shuts his mouth of, you won’t be dealing with this trouble. How would you tell your cheer captain that you got suspended because you were caught making out at the end aisle of the library? That would be embarrassing and surely piss your cheer captain.

Your friends were waiting for you just right in front of the detention room. They gave you a teasing smile and even scolded you a little for getting caught. You got irritated just by thinking of it and even put the blame on your boyfriend. Soon, the bell rang indicating that the lunch break was over and it’s time to go back to your designated class. You three walked together over to your class.

The three of you were busy chatting together about random stuff that you even failed to notice Jay that was leaning over the wall, while reading his book. You girls instantly caught his attention since you’re a little loud. When he saw your smiling face, he can’t stop himself from admiring your pretty face. His expression remained the same despite these unfamiliar feelings occupying his chest.

When he saw you stopped from your tracks, getting interrupted by two guys he doesn’t give a fuck who, Jay’s brows furrowed for a while. He saw how you smoothly get into a quick conversation with them. He shook his head from side to side as he watches you flirt with those two guys, flashing them your beautiful smile.

After the short conversation, you continued walking following your friends since they said they’ll go first since you’re still talking with the guys.

“I don’t understand why boys even fall in love with you.” Jay’s words came out uncontrollably as you and your friends walk towards the class. He had caught your attention, not just because of his eye-catching visuals but also because of his comment.

You stopped in front of him and tilted your head over to the side. He was leaning over to the wall, one hand inside his pocket while the other one was holding a book. you crossed your arms, “I don’t see who you are to talk, Jay. I bet I can have you all wrapped my fingers in an instant.”

Jay can see your overflowing confidence oozing while you say those words. You are charmful, he must admit. But he’s no easy man. A beautiful face won’t shut him down.

Since that day, an unofficial war started between the two of you. Eyes silently challenging one another the moment you met gazes. You hated how Jay’s unaffected by your presence. It was very unusual.

“Who’s that?” your fingers pointed at a girl and your friend followed it to see who you’re referring to.

“Oh, Hana?” she answered and glanced at your direction. “She’s a year ahead of us, the secretary of the student council. I can’t believe you don't know her, y/n.” and she even chuckles after that.

You rolled your eyes as your other friend, Stacy, chuckles beside you too, joining the conversation. “You know if it’s not a man, she won’t be interested.” she stated with a teasing smile plastered over her face. Your mouth gapped at her comment, but she just laughs it off. She knew you won't take that seriously, and she’s somewhat correct.

“Rude!” you hissed at her and showed an offended face in a playful way. She just hugged you and tickled you a bit to once again place a smile over your face.

“Why’d you ask anyway? Did she do something to you?” your friend, Thalia asked. She was the one who answered that the girl you’re pointing was named Hana.

It’s your p.e and for that quarter, the girls were asked to learn basics about volleyball while its basketball for boys. Your turn was a while ago and so you’re just chilling out at the benches while waiting to be dismissed. You saw Hana walking inside the gymnasium, straight towards your p.e teacher.

You shrugged your shoulders off, “No. I just noticed her around Jay.”

Your friends nodded their heads and Stacy eventually watches over the boys at the court, fighting to get the ball like as if their lives depended on it. Thalia, on the other hand stares at you for a while more.

“What's with you and Jay?” she suddenly asked, and you choked on your water when she blurted that out. Stacy panicked and even fetch some tissues for you.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

You nodded, “Why would you ask such a question, Thalia?” you looked at your friend with furrowed brows and she just chuckled.

“I’m sorry. I was just really curious, you know? I noticed this tension between the two of you whenever you’re around each other.” she explained and now Stacy’s hooked with your topic too.

You sighed after rolling your eyes and started wiping some part of your uniform because you spilled some water on it.

“What? Y/n have sexual tension with our Senior?!” Stacy and you couldn't help but to glare at her way. Thalia laughed at what she said like as if that’s the funniest thing she heard that day.

“I didn’t say sexual tension! But yeah somehow, it’s like that...”

Stacy pursed her lips downward before looking at you with teasing eyes. You stared at her with squinted eyes, already near on telling her to stop it.

“I thought you don’t date good boys?” she asked and you glanced away to busy yourself at something else.

“Come on, you’re talking like as if Jay is a nerd type of guy. He’s actually really hot!” Thalia said and her eyes almost formed in heart shapes as she simp for the said guy.

You huffed a sigh and find it odd that you heard her simp for him. You've heard your friends simp for a lot of guys and so far you’ve got no problem with it. But when you heard her say those words, it’s a little irritating for you. Maybe because you knew the guys he’s simp for is not really into you. Someone challenging to have.

“But he’s way out of your league, Y/n.” Stacy stated. Your eyes glanced at her right away at her sudden comment. She raised both of her hands when you looked at her, “No offense. You are really pretty, Y/n but just not aligned at his type of girls.”

You pouted, “Why? What’s his type?”

Stacy pursed her lips and looked up like as if she’s thinking of the perfect way to describe Jay’s ideal type. “Her.” she said and even pointed somewhere. You followed it right away and the one you saw was her, Hana. The Secretary of Student Council. “I think he’s not into troublemakers.” and Stacy even smirked at you.

You frowned and rolled your eyes at her, “Whatever, I don’t want him as my boyfriend too. He’s too strict.” and you stood up then started walking down from the benches.

When the class was soon dismissed, you received a text message from your current boyfriend that he wants to meet you at the back building after classes. You rolled your eyes and thought that you will end it with him today. The relationship is not fun and started to bore you already so you think there’s no point of keeping it. You replied to him to wait for a while and just told your friends that you will meet them again tomorrow.

You went to your locker and put something on it for a while before deciding to go where you’re boyfriend asked you to meet. The school are starting to get isolated as everyone was dismissed from their classes already. You didn't feel scared or what while you head at the back building. This isn’t the first time you will be here anyway. For students who loves to do stuff that will violate the school’s rules, this is the a popular place to go to.

“Doyeom.” you called him out when you saw him leaning over the wall while huffing a smoke.

You frowned at the scene and didn’t bother to walk closer to him. Doyeom is good-looking, part of the basketball team of your university and also came from a good family. He’s not that good with academics and often get into troubles but he’s a good boyfriend... somehow.

“What took you so long?” he asked and pushed himself off from the wall to wait for you to approach him.

“Come closer.” he told you with furrowed brows.

“I don’t want to. You’re smoking.” you said and showed him an unpleasant expression. He sighed and took one last puff from his cigarette before throwing it over the ground. After stepping on it, he steps closer to you.

“I missed you. Sorry if you got into trouble because of me.” he said and grabbed you by your wrist to pull you close to his body.

You grunted and refused to give in that obviously pissed him off. He pulled away and stared at you with furrowed eyes. “What’s wrong with you? I already said sorry.”

You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t come here to act lovey dovey with you, Doyeom. I came here to tell you we’re over.”

He didn’t like the thing you just told him because you felt him tightening his hold over your wrist. You’re not the type of girl who will just let him do anything he wants to you so you didn’t hesitate to tell him off.

“Let me go you jerk! You’re hurting me!”  you squirmed and tried even hard to fre yourself from his hold but it was useless.

You yelped when he pulled you hardly causing for you to be dragged slightly. You smell the scent of alcohol and cigarette over him as you stand closer and so you assumed he’s a little drunk too. Now, you’re regretting that you came here. And to think that nobody else are here now because you’re sure most of the students are dismissed now and the guards are probably make their rounds here at night.

“You’re really think high of yourself huh? Thinking you can just drop me whenever you want to.” he seemed really pissed. Maybe you had stepped over his ego because you heard before that Doyeom usually the one who dump his girls whenever he gets tired of them.

You flashed him a sarcastic smile, “Well I just did. Now, fuck off.” you spat and tried to take his hold off from your wrist.

He clenched his jaw, “You are such a bitch, do you know that? Leading me on and then left me hanging? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Your mouth gapped at the words he just told you. This is so far the worst break up you had. Yes, they often gets mad and offended whenever you end it but not this way. They usually calls you bitch then leave you but him... He’s starting to get into your nerves because of the things he’s telling you.

“Fuck you! Can’t you accept that someone really dumped you?”

Your eyes grew big when you saw him raised his hand, attempting to hit you. “You slut!” he angrily said and you just closed your eyes starting to feel scared.

Your eyes bursts open when you felt Doyeom was pulled off from you. The next thing you know, a broad shoulders were now in front of you, covering you from Doyeom. He’s at the ground after being pulled off and punched hard. You can see a blood at the corner of his lips and his eyes were glaring at the person in front of you.

Wait.. Who..?

“Mind your own business, Jay.”

Your eyes grew out of surprise when you heard Doyeom said that. You heard his sarcastic chuckle before he stretched his arm at his back towards you to make sure you’re okay behind him. His hand held your trembling one and you’re speechless at how warmth they feel, very comforting.

“You’ll be in serious trouble, Kim.” Jay’s tone were firm and serious. From your place, you can see his jaw clenching like he’s so mad about something.

Doyeom seemed to be alarmed at what Jay said because he couldn’t come to say a word. You jolted a little when Jay turned to face you after letting go of your hand. His brows were furrowed as he stared down at you, “You okay?” he asked in an unfamiliar tone.

You gulped as you blinked twice, trying to snap yourself back. Maybe you’re still in shock of what happened and Jay understand why you can't answer properly. He clenched his jaw and sighed. After he scanned you from your head to toe, checking if you’re fine, you saw he gulped and stared away before taking off his coat. You’re confused but soon enlightened when he made you wear them.

“Here, cover yourself.” he said and you can see that his ears were red as he looked away.

You looked down and saw that some of your buttons came off when Doyeom pulled you close. You pursed your lips at the thought that he got shy from seeing your bra. When you finished fixing yourself, Jay sighed and started pulling you towards somewhere. You aren’t sure why but you just let him. He just saved you so the last thing you should feel is to get scared around him.

“You know you don’t have to save me, right? I can take care of him myself.” you started blabbering while he’s still pulling you towards the parking lot.

Jay scoffed after he heard you, he can’t believe that instead of thanking him, you are still very confident to tell him that you got everything under your control. When clearly, you don’t. He just saw your boyfriend almost hit you and here you are saying these things. He cannot believe you, truly.

When you both arrived in front of his car, you just stood there looking at him. It was like as if you’re waiting for what he’s going to tell you next. He sighed, slowly losing his patience with you.

“Just get inside, Y/n. I’ll drive you home.” he deadpans. You pursed your lips, stopping a smile to spread across your face.

You couldn’t believe it. You’ll get to ride inside Park Jongseong’s car. He sighed and opened the car’s door for you. You smirked and winked at him before you finally went inside. Jay sighed out of frustration, doubting if he did the right thing to drive you home today.

“So how many girls did you drove home, Mr. Vice President?” was the first thing you asked him. You saw from his expression that he didn’t expect you to be this straight-forward. Jay do take you as someone who’s bold enough to ask such questions but to actually be intrigued was a different story.

He asked you to wear your seatbelt, dismissing the question you just asked. You looked at him with squinted eyes while you do as he say. “You just avoided my question.” you stated with suspicion lurking over your tone.

He glanced at you before he started the engine of his expensive car. “Why’d you ask?” he asked you.

You pouted, expecting that he will answer the question but instead you got a question from him. You shrugged your shoulders off after heaving a sigh and watch how he smoothly maneuvered.

“I’m just curious.” he just nodded his head at your answer and didn’t say anything afterwards.

“Address?” he asked after he managed to get out from the parking lot of your school.

“Can we go drive thru, first? I’m a little hungry.” you reasoned out but the truth is you wanted to stay with him for a bit more. It’s not always you’ll get a chance to sit inside his million dollar car and have small chitchats with the Park Jongseong.

He didn’t complain about it and didn’t took suspicion as well. He just nodded and asked you which fast-food you want to go to. The atmosphere is not that heavy, in fact you’re very much comfortable around him. You started talking about random things and Jay didn’t even complained about it. He just listens and nodded his head whenever you looked at his way, checking if he’s listening.

“Here,” you said when you offered to pay for the food you ordered since you want to treat him. He did save you and now driving you home.

He glanced at your way and furrowed his brows, “What’s that?” he asked while looking at your card. You pursed your lips, “I’ll pay for our food.”

He didn’t accept it and when you arrived at the window where you’ll pay for it, Jay just handed his card over. You pouted and slowly put your card inside your wallet. When he grabbed the food, he silently thanked the crew and gently handed it to you so you can start eating.

“You should’ve let me pay.” you said as you unwrap your burger. He glanced at you before slowly stopping since it’s red light. He shrugged his shoulders off like it’s nothing.

“I never let a girl pay.” he seriously said and you can’t help but to feel something. Suddenly the thought of girls saying that he’s the standard flashed back over your mind.

“Eat your food, y/n. I’ll drive slowly.” he said that snapped you back to reality. You smiled and nodded at him before started munching on your food.

“I forgot to thank you for saving me today and for the food.” you said while he drives and you enjoy eating.

He nodded as he rest his elbow over the window and started playing over his lips, only one hand at the steering wheel. Your stares remain at him, admiring how good he looks right now.

“You have to stop dating immature boys, Y/n.” he spats that made you look at his face. He seemed serious and have his eyes fixed at the road.

You pouted, “Doyeom is not really bad. Maybe he just didn’t expected that I will end our relationship today.” and you took a sip from your drink.

He scoffed, “So he started like that? Pathetic.”

“Why are you even there?” you suddenly asked. You saw how you caught him off-guard with your question. He cleared his throat and avoided your gaze.

“I heard him talking with his friends that he will meet you at the back building. I know what students do there so...” he couldn’t finish his own sentence.

You smirked and played the straw between your lips, “You’re worried we’ll do the nasty there, huh?” you said like it was nothing.

His brows furrowed hardly and now took a glance at you. When he saw your teasing smirk, he doesn’t know what exactly to feel. Do you really take that lightly?

You chuckled, finding him really cute.

“Don’t worry. I haven’t went beyond first base with any of my boyfriends.” you said with a teasing smile.

He glanced at you, “Liar.”

You laughed because the suspicion over his tone was just really funny. Well, yes. Maybe people won’t easily believe that because you’ve known for being a playgirl and people usually assumes things. But you are pretty serious when you said that.

“I’m not lying.” you said.

As he turns to go inside your village, he glanced at your way to check if you’re saying the truth. When he realized that you are, he smirked and you don’t know if it was just you but his face seemed to brighten after the revelation.

“I didn’t know miss heart breaker is a virgin.” the playful smirk that plays through his handsome face suddenly irritated you. You clenched your jaw and raised your hand ready to hit his face but he was quick enough to stop you.

He chuckles, “Woah, calm down baby.” you instantly blushed after hearing his sweet tone. He stopped right in front of your house but you didn’t leave his car just yet.

You pursed your lips and stared at him. He did the same thing, didn’t really know if he should let you go already or nah. You suddenly broke into a smirk after thinking of a bright idea.

“If I made you fall in love with me after three months, you have to grant me a wish.” you end up offering. A challenging smirk over his pretty lips appeared. You knew it was a bad idea to get involve with him in any way but your pride couldn’t take any damage and so you end up saying that to him. You’ve known him for someone who’s not easily tempted at this kind of things and so you’re surprised when he said, “Deal. and if you fail, it’s me you’ll be granting a wish.”

You raised your chin, trying to let him see his effect on you. He chuckled when he saw you outstretched your arm at his way, “We need to seal the deal, quick!”

He snickered a laugh, “Fine, damn. You are cute.” he mumbled and did as he told.

You smiled widely at him, “So you’re my boyfriend now! See you tomorrow.” you said and to his surprise, you leaned in to give him a kiss at his cheeks.

“Drive safely!” and you waved at him before going inside with bright smiles at your pretty face.

“WHAT?” you looked at your friends when they suddenly asked you that really surprised.

“Jeez you don’t have to shout, you know?” and you even rolled your eyes before pulling out your mirror to check yourself.

“Wait, you’re not being delusional, right? Did I heard that right? You’re dating Jay from the upper year?”

You nodded your head and fixed your hair slightly before putting your mirror back to your purse. They both glanced at each other with shock expressions. You find them really funny and you can’t really blame them if they’re this surprise. They just told you yesterday that he’s way out of your league and then the next day, you’ll tell them that you’re dating him?

“So? I’ll be off to have breaktime with him. See you later.” you bid goodbye to them and they waved at you absentmindedly.

You started walking towards their classroom to go see Jay. You saw some of his friends in front and so you didn’t hesitate to approach them.

“Hi!” you greeted. Their eyes darted at your way and even stopped goofing around to attend to you.

“Yeah?” Jake Sim, the one nearest to you asked, flashing his handsome smile at you.

“Where’s Jay?” you straightly asked.

“He’s probably at the Student Council’s office.” he answered. You nodded your head and thanked them before excusing yourself.

They all followed your figure while you’re walking away from them. They’re all a little confused as to why you’re looking for Jay.

“Did I just really saw (l/n) (y/n) asked where Jay is?” Sunghoon asked still surprised and now with a smirk spreading over his face.

Jake chuckled, “Do you think they’re dating?”

“Ey, impossible! Jay hyung like behave girls and y/n’s complete opposite.” Ni-ki commented.

Jungwon who’s just sitting beside him smirked, “We don’t know. Sometimes, we can’t really predict Jay hyung.”

And they all just nodded their head and decided to dismiss the topic about you. On the other hand, you arrived right in front of the office and you knocked with no hesitation.

The one who opened the room was Hana. Her smile faded when she saw you, “What do you need?” she asked.

“Is Jay inside?” you asked back, don’t really have time to deal with her and she’s not the reason why you came here anyway.

“Why you looking for him?” now, she sounded like a jealous girlfriend. She have her eyebrow raised at you and honestly, it’s not something pleasing to your eyes. You know girls like her and you’re sure that she likes Jay.

You flashed her your sweetest smile, “Because he’s my boyfriend.”

The shock over her face was priceless. You wanted to laugh but you stopped yourself. Even before she can say anything else, the man you were looking for appeared at your sight. His brows furrowed and looking so handsome as always.

“Y/n?” he seemed surprise to see you here.

You waved at him, “Hi baby! I figured you wanted to spent your breaktime with me so I came here.”

Jay doesn’t know what he should feel about this but he sure is pleased to see here in front of their office. “Get inside.” he said and even opened the door wider for you.

He walked back to his sit first so you took that opportunity to look at Hana with a teasing smile. When you saw how pissed she looked, you felt satisfied.

“You don’t go to cafeteria at breaks?” and your eyes soon scanned the files scattered all over the table. It was too many that it almost covered the whole of it.

Jay pulled the chair beside him and made you sit down removing his coat placed over it. You blushed a little at his gentlemen gesture but it seemed like a natural thing for him. He went back on focusing on his work.

“I have no time today. We're busy since a lot of events are nearing.” he answered you. You can still feel Hana’s eyes watching your every move but you didn’t spare her a glance. You don’t care about her at all.

You pouted and can see that he’s tired even if the day just started. You sighed and stood up, Jay furrowed his brows hardly then looked at you a bit confused.

“Where you going?”

“I will get you something to eat. Do you want anything?” you asked with a soft tone.

“No. Just stay here.”

“I insist! I want to take care of you.” you said that caught him off-guard because this is actually the first time he heard that phrase besides from his Mom.

Jay is the type of person who’s very kind, helpful and caring to the people around him. Main reason why he decided to join the Student Council was because he wanted to help the students. It was often that he’s the one who cares for the people around him. It’s rare to have someone to actually say that to him. It was heart warming.

“Baby?” you waved your hand in front of his face when you noticed that he’s spacing out a little.

Jay cleared his throat, “A-Anything.” he answered and you flashed your smile at him.

You asked Hana as well since you’re not that evil to exclude her completely. She didn’t even looked at you and just shook her head. You rolled your eyes and then leave the room for a while to go buy some food for Jay and you.

When you went back inside the office, they’re still busy and now Heeseung’s inside as well. He seemed surprised to see you there but didn’t asked more questions. You offered him some food but he refused saying he already ate something.

Jay made you sit down and asked you to stay quiet as they work which you obeyed. You just used your phone while they do their task. Jay is glancing at you from time to time, to check if you’re okay. You just flash him with your smile. He smirks and pinch your cheeks before resuming on doing his tasks.

When the bell rang, you stood up with a pouting lips. You’re not even doing anything with Jay but for some reason, you’re enjoying his company and now that you have to leave for class just upsets you.

Jay chuckled before standing up and wearing his coat. “Hyung, I’ll just walk her to her class. I’ll be back after.” he said and Heeseung just nodded before waving at you.

You two walked back to your class, you pouted when he’s steps ahead of you. “Don’t you want to hold my hand?” you asked. He scoffed a little but you saw how he blushed a bit before he gently grab your hand to hold it.

Your smile was big as you both walk over the hallways hand in hand, eyes of the students following and watching both of you. Jay seemed to not mind and so did you. This isn’t new for you anymore so you don’t really mind having them looking and watching Jay and you. You can’t really blame them to stare, you know? Specially if you have Park Jongseong holding your hand.

“See you later, baby.” he muttered softly when you arrived in front of your class. You nodded slowly pouting a little. Jay found you adorable but he knew he couldn’t delay you to your class so he leaned and just place a soft kiss at your forehead before asking you to go inside.

You know you just suggested this dating and making Jay fall in love with you just so you can save your ego but you didn’t expect to enjoy it this much. Jay is so much more than just the smart, rich and perfect Park Jongseong all of them knows. He have his own flaws that actually made him perfect for your eyes.

The whole two weeks of you and Jay dating went smoothly. Just him being caring and gentlemen towards you. Honestly, you’re surprised at how patience he is to you. Even if you’re being a brat, he will just sigh heavily and tried dealing with you in the nicest way. It was rare for you to be treated that way. Usually they just don’t talk to you whenever you’re being a brat. People don’t know how to deal with you.

But even if you have many privileges as Park Jongseong’s girl, you also have disadvantages such as him being more strict than you than before.

You stormed your way with a frowning face. “I can’t believe you let Heeseung suspend me!” you yelled at him while he was fixing some of his things inside his locker.

He glanced at you and sighed before he continues. He knew you’ll be upset about him not even trying to lift up your suspension even if he can freely do that and ask his friend for a favor. But no, he wouldn’t let you get your way. Even if you’re his girlfriend, he wouldn’t let you get spoiled rotten. He can spoil you in a different way but not like this. Not when you can put yourself in danger.

“Why? Didn’t you cut class and sneaked out from the school?” he asked you, tone cold and strict. You gulped because you’re slightly not used to that tone of him anymore.

You pouted, “I did but—”

“Then I think you deserve your punishment, Y/n.” he stated and shut his locker closed. You glared at him and pouts even more.

‘Y/n? Did he really just call me using my name? What happened to baby? To love?’ you thought to yourself, clearly sulking. Jay just stared at your face, fighting the strong urge to pull you into a hug and comfort you.

“I hate you! You should have defended me! You’re my boyfriend and—” you were cut off when someone approaches the two of you. Your head turned over to that person and you rolled your eyes when you saw Hana.

She’s also one of your problems. You understand that they’re close friends even before you enter the picture but she should know her boundaries! You are dating him, she shouldn’t glare at you whenever you two are being affectionate. She doesn’t have to come in between your moments, try to ruin your dates and anything more. You don’t know if Jay’s just acting dumb or he’s really just too dense to even notice how Hana’s head over heels for him.

“Jay, I finished the list you asked me to do.” she said didn’t even acknowledged your presence. Her attention was all focused on your boyfriend who turned his attention towards her too.

Even before he can say something you decided to butt in because you’re pissed at Jay for not defending on you and pissed at Hana for interrupting.

“Can’t you see I’m still talking to my boyfriend?” you asked too arrogantly at her. She acts a bit offended, obviously for a show and to ask for sympathy from Jay. It was effective you must say since you saw how Jay’s expression changed after what you said.

He strictly eyed you, giving you a warning look. ‘Wow!’ you thought to yourself.

“You don’t need to be rude, Y/n. Go to my car and wait for me.” he said and even put his car keys over one of your hands.

Your eyes didn’t even look at the keys he handed you but it stayed darted at him with cold stares. You clenched your jaw before slowly shaking your head from side to side. You clicked the side of your cheeks before you dropped his keys over to the floor.

“No. I’m going home by myself. Have fucking fun talking to her!” you said cursing loudly then turned your heels to start walking away.

You can hear Jay calling for you but you ignored him completely and just walked your way out of the school. Jay cursed lowly before he picked up his keys and was ready to go after you but was stopped when Hana grabbed his arm. He glanced at her with a furrowing brows.

“Let's talk tomorrow, Hana.” he said right away, dismissing her thinking she was worried about the thing about the upcoming event.

Hana clenched her jaw and refused to let Jay go. “Why do you have to keep up with that kid, Jay? She’s no good for you.”

Jay stared at her seriously before he gently take her hold off from his arm. “You know I like her for a long time already, right?”

Hana’s eyes watered. Yes, of course she knows. One of the reason he rejected her long ago was because he liked you. She thought it was fine since he seemed to not do any move to you and you’re pretty busy with your boy toys. But now... she’s starting to really think she have no chance at all. And it was all because of you.

Jay then walked away from her to follow you. He didn’t even turned his head to glance back at Hana, all he can think of is was you.

He arrived in front of your house but you refused to see him. He knew how stubborn you are whenever you’re upset so he just let you be and handed your helper the food he got you as his peace offering. He asked her to just give it to you which she agreed on so he thanked her before leaving.

The next day, you tried avoiding Jay the whole day. He was trying so hard and really doing his best so you kind of feels guilty about it. You realized he didn’t really have to defend you from Heeseung because you’re really wrong from sneaking out and its not his fault if Hana kept on getting between you.

So now, after being dismissed a bit earlier, you decided to go meet him at the Student Council’s office to talk to him since you are really wrong and because you started missing him. You’re already used to his presence and so to not be able spend time with him made you sad.

But you didn’t actually know what you should feel at the scene you saw the moment you opened the Student Council Office' door.

Jay hugging Hana... and they’re all alone here too. You scoffed making both of them jolt and turned to face you. Jay pulled off from the hug right away ready to explain but you acted faster than him. You stormed towards them and slapped Hana hard.

“You bitch!” you shouted at her very angry.

You’ve been keeping it all to yourself but to actually see her doing this made you explode. You just couldn’t keep it anymore. Jay pulled you away from her right away, “Y/n!” he said sternly and looked at you like as if you are the one at fault.

Your chest tightened at the sight of him in front of you like as if shielding the now crying Hana. You scoffed and chuckled sarcastically because you just couldn’t believe it. You clicked the side of your cheeks using your tongue before tilting your head over to the side.

“Wow! Just fucking wow!” you shouted and started backing away. Jay attempted to grab your wrist to stop you but you were quick to dodge it off.

“I fucking hate both of you! I hate you!” you shouted at him and you saw pain crossed his eyes but you don’t care. All you can think of is how upset you are right now.

You turned your back against them and started storming out, walking away from them. Jay sighs out and was about to follow you because again, he made you upset.

“Why does it have to be her? Can’t you just like me? I’ve been here all the time.” she said lowering her head because she’s starting to cry already.

Jay clenched his jaw. “I’m sorry, Hana. It will always be her.” and with that he left and she just cried even harder.

Jay saw you walking out of the building so he ran so fast so he can catch up on you. He held your wrist to prevent you from walking away but you started wriggling, freeing yourself from his hold.

“Let me go! I hate you!” you said like a brat and started pulling your arm away from him.

He figured you will end up hurting yourself so he came up with an alternative way to get you to come with him. He suddenly carried you like a sack and you yelped at his sudden move. You’re now hanging over his shoulder as he tries hard to cover your skirt. You screamed and started hitting his back.

“Don’t move so much, baby!” he said and started walking towards the parking lot. Some students around started looking at your way because you two are obviously making a scene.

You kept shouting but Jay didn’t let you down until he arrived in front of his car. You were about to run away but his hold over your waist were firm. You pouted and frowned before shooting glares at him. He didn’t mind and opened his car.

“Get inside.” he said in his softest tone.

“I don’t fucking want to.” you said still very mad.

Jay clenched his jaw and sighed, calming himself. “Please, love? Let’s talk inside.” he begged. You clenched your jaw trying hard to not give in easily but Jay’s soft affectionate eyes are really hard to refuse too.

You rolled your eyes to hide that you’re slowly giving in before you went inside his car. He gently closed the door after that before he walked around to enter the car. You kept silent until he comes inside and stared at you.

“Baby,” he started and was about to reach over you but you moved away.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

He sighed, “That’s it.” he said in a serious tone so you got confused.

The next thing you know, he lifted you by holding your waist and then placed over his lap. You blushed but choose to glare at him still. “I told you to fucking let me go! I hate you! I hate Hana! I fucking hate you both!”

Jay clenched his jaw. He knows how much of a brat you are but you never gave him this attitude. He sighed rested his hand over your waist to keep you in place.

“What’s with the attitude, love?” he asked softly. Despite the curses and glares you give, he chose to approach you in a gentle way which is you didn’t expected.

Your eyes stared at him, still glaring. He stared back, trying to break your wall and to let himself in your system. One of his hand lets go of your waist and went over to cup your face. He started caressing it slowly.

“Why are you cursing me that way, hmm?” he asked and slowly you calmed down.

You pursed lips slowly turned into a pout as tears slowly appeared over your eyes. Your balled fist that were on your sides slowly loosened before you covered your eyes as you end up crying.

You hated how Jay’s starting to make you feel things and how he gets into your system but you hate seeing him with Hana even more. You hate it. You despise it because whether you admit it or not, you want him all to yourself. You’re starting to feel pissed at yourself too because this is not you. You don’t do jealousy because you know how hurtful and how awful it feels now, Jay’s making you experience it.

Jay's heart cracked at the sight of you crying. His hand left from cupping your cheek and holding your waist, he snaked his arms over your waist towards the small of your back to pull you into a warm hug.

“Stop crying, baby. I’m sorry if I made you upset.” he said softly that made you want to cry more.

He tried shushing you and calming you before he pulled away so he can see your face. He smiled a little, “What made you upset? Tell me so I can do something about it.”

You pouted adorably before your hand started fidgeting over his uniform. You glanced away, feeling shy.

“I’m j-jealous of Hana.” you finally admitted it.

Jay’s heart thumped faster at the sudden confession. He smirked but he bit his lower lip so it wouldn’t spread wider. He slowly pulled your face closer to shower them soft sweet kisses as he mumbled sweet comforting words together with it that slowly calmed you down.

“Please don’t hug other girls like that. I want your hugs only for me.” you said in a sulking tone as you cuddled yourself more over his chest.

You heard him chuckling before placed a kiss at your head, “Damn, you’re so adorable baby.”

After that day, Jay made sure he is distanced from Hana because he doesn’t want another incident of misunderstanding with you. No matter how adorable he finds you jealous, he doesn’t want to upset and make you cry again. No, not his baby.

You went back to normal. Spending time with each other, you bring him snacks during break time since he have no time to stop by at the cafeteria to buy some. You eating lunch with him, you two walking around the campus hand in hand, and going home with him. You also spend weekends with him pretty often as well. You may hate to admit it but there’s a lot of things changed in you when you started dating him. You became a better version of yourself.

“Y/n! Do you want to come?” your head snaps towards your friend when she suddenly asked you one afternoon.

You gave her a confused look, “Huh, where?”

“Cut class!” Thalia answered and even made a gesture of cutting something using her fingers.

You smiled at her apologetically, “I’m sorry but Jay will get mad!”

You’re expecting them to be upset or something but instead the two of them looked at you with a teasing smile. “Ooh, tamed!” she teased you and you just can’t help but to laugh at it.

You must admit, dating Jay for almost two months now do really tamed you down. You’re not that very obedient and still break some rules but they must admit that you’re a lot more better now. And honestly you like this version of yourself even more.

“Baby!” you shouted to catch your boyfriend’s attention. He did and smiled widely as he watch you run your way towards him.

He opened his arm ready to welcome you with an embrace. “Hi, love.”

“I didn’t cut class today!” you proudly said and he can’t help but to chuckle.

“Proud of you love.”

You pouted, “Where's my kisses?”

He chuckled and leaned in to give you multiple pecks that made you happy. Of course, fights can’t be avoided. It will always be part of relationships.

You watch how he hardly clenched his jaw while opened his condo unit’s door for you. He picked you up from your practice and as planned, you guys went to his place and hang out. You often do this already so it’s not new for you anymore.

You pouted as you slowly went inside. He's been ignoring you ever since he fetched you from your practice.

“Are you mad?” you asked as you follow him towards his kitchen.

He got himself a water and chugged over the glass like as if cooling himself. You stared and watch his every move. You’re bothered that he’s being this silent but you also can’t help to find him sexy when he’s like this.

“Jongseong,” you called him softly.

His piercing eyes darted at your direction, “Are you mad?” you asked him after catching his attention.

“I just saw you hugging that Steve guy.” he said and you can’t help but to have a smile forming over your lips.

His brows furrowed, “Are you smiling right now?”

You let out a chuckle and that made him even more upset. He shook his head from side to side before walking away from you and now heading toward his living room. You chuckled even more and decided to follow him.

“Baby, come on!” you said.

“I just find you hot when you’re jealous.” you said and he just looked at you seriously.

“I’m serious, y/n.” he stated that made you pout. You knew that he’s really upset whenever he calls you using your name and not his endearments for you.

You sighed and slowly made your way closer to him. He was watching your every move. You moved his hands that was resting at his lap before you gently placed yourself there, replacing them. You slowly snaked your arms over his nape to support your weight before you looked straight to his eyes.

“Hey, are you really jealous?” you asked even if you already know that answer to that.

“I want you all by myself, Y/n. I don’t like sharing you.” he said that made your heart beat raced.

You blushed as you stare at his eyes, enjoying how sincere he looks right now. His eyes were always been like this. Whenever he says something to you, he seemed so sincere. He’s very caring, protective, supportive and understanding towards you. It was really hard not to fall in love and catch feelings with him but you are scared. Because you know that the two of you started because of a bet, a deal.

“I am yours.” you said using your sincere voice while staring at his eyes as well trying to communicate your real feelings with him.

Jay gulped and slowly held your waist using his hands, he leaned in as you kept your stares at him. “All yours.” you added before he connect his lips with yours in a slow and passionate way.

Your heart were racing so damn fast as the kiss deepens but you also started blushing because you feel like you’re doing it wrongly. Yes, you may have a lot of past boyfriends but you never had this intense kisses before. This will also be the first time with Jay after dating him for two months already.

“Too many past boyfriends and still don’t know how to kiss?” he asked having one of his eyebrow raised at you.

You blushed and glanced away, feeling guilty and embarrassed at the same way. He chuckled before he placed a soft kiss at your cheeks then it moves over to your jaw then towards your neck. You shut your eyes at the feeling he’s making you feel right now. When you felt him sucking at your skin, you moaned that made Jay’s smirk.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you. I’ll teach you how.” he said and resumed on kissing you over your neck, sucking on your skin. You moaned once again at the sensation and you’re sure it will leave marks.

“J-Jay.” you moaned his name unexpectedly.

“Fuck, you sound so sexy moaning my name.” he said before he slipped his hands inside your shirt.

He once again found your lips and started kissing you hungrily, “You’re mine, Y/n. All mine.”

“Congrats baby!” you shouted at him when you ran to greet him after they just won their rugby match.

Even if he’s all sweaty, he pulled you into a hug and kissed you. “Thanks for cheering for me, love.”

He told you to wait for him because you guys will go to the afterparty together. As you wait at the benches, your mind played over the thought of how the students around you compliments Jay all over the game. He did played so well and carried the whole team.

If you will think about it, Jay have all the things you can look for a lover. He’s kind, caring, handsome, smart, caring, considerate, understanding and can even cook. Now that you experienced being taken care and being Jay’s girlfriend, you now realized why they’re all falling for him. He is very worth it and still the fear inside your chest was there.

You’re starting to overthink that maybe your friends were right when they said before that he’s way out of your league. Even if Jay never made you feel that way, you’re insecurities are getting the best of you. Specially if you know the three months deal with him is almost over. Just a week left for you and him. You don’t want it to end. Sound greedy and all but you don’t want this to end anymore, you don’t want to stop being his girlfriend. Just thinking about someone else having this position makes you angry.

You just can’t let everything sink in over you. You can’t believe you just lost on the game you thought you mastered already. You challenged Jay into this but ended up being the loser.

While you drive towards the party, you’re still occupied and stayed silent the whole ride. Jay of course noticed and started to worry.

“Hey, everything alright?” he softly asked that made you glance at him.

He lifted your hand that he was holding and kissed the back of it. Just by that gesture, a tear left your eyes. You’re seriously worrying and scared right now. You don’t know what will happen once you admit to him that you lost on your deal. How will react? Does he feel the same? Because sometimes he’s making you feel like he does!

Jay panicked and quickly pulled over to the side to attend to you. He unclasped his seatbelt and cupped your face. He even helped wiping off those tears of you.

“Why are you crying?” he asked worriedly.

You sighed trying to calm yourself and mentally prepared yourself for what you’re going to do next. You figured there’s nothing that will change whether you do it now or tomorrow or the week after. You need to let this feelings out.

“What’s your wish?” you asked.

Jay looked a bit lost when you asked that. “W-What?”

You pursed your lips as you stared at him with pained expression. “I lost Jay. I f-fell in love with you.” you stated that caught him off-guard.

“What’s your wish?” you asked once again that slightly snapped him back to reality.

He sighed, “Be my girlfriend for real.”

Your eyes grew slightly while staring at him. He flashed you his sweetest smile before he pulled your face closer to him. “I love you, Y/n.”

You pursed your lips, tears streaming down your face once again. But this time, happy tears.

“I love you!” and he sealed your love with a kiss.

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[caramellohigh]

dancer!soonyoung x dancer!reader

genre: smut, enemies-to-lovers (sort of...), dance partners, a whisper of fluff

warning/s: tension, oral (m), riding, teasing(?), dirty talk (slash hoshi talking shit), name calling/degradation(?), unprotected sex (package your meat before you beat, guys)

word count: 7k (how tf is this longer than the previous one. i’m so sorry > <)

synopsis: you hate Soonyoung with a burning passion and you’re pretty sure he feels the same way. when your crazy ass dance captain partnered you up for a class, you knew it would be difficult, but it proves to be even more so when a different type of tension starts brewing.

a/n: hey, it’s ebi!!! just thought i’d publish another drabble before i start doing the series. and yes, it’s another smut but no, i don’t think this is a 18+ blog (yet). it’s also only now occurring to me that this is so similar to Crumble? but also not? anyways, happy reading and pls, if you could, leave me some feedback <3

p.s. i don’t wanna go policing minors on here so if you’re as grown as you think you are then you know better than to consume content that isn’t for you, right? please don’t interact or you will get blocked. thank you <3

(edit: this is meant to be up on friday but things got hectic and i forgot... now it's up mere minutes away from the first chapter drop of Not Such a Good Boy lmao)

“...hope you guys had fun! Thank you so much for coming out tonight and see you guys in the next one!”

Your students nod their heads in fervent, chorusing out eager promises to indeed meet again in your next class. The positive energy makes you smile from ear to ear. With a final wave goodbye and a round of applause from your students, your last class of the day finally comes to an end.

A sigh of content escapes your lips. Another successful class is done and there’s nothing more fulfilling, more gratifying than seeing your students just as happy as you are.

You absolutely love your job, love how people build new friendships after just one class together, how everyone supports each other despite their different skill levels and just the fact that people who’re so different from each other come together and share the same passion.

While your students are filing out of the studio, a new batch comes in. Some of them greet you on their way in and you greet them back, having been familiar with their faces after seeing them here regularly. You’re preoccupied fixing your things and chatting with some colleagues who attended your class when a certain someone walks in.

Your back is turned away from the door but you don’t even have to turn around to know who it is. It’s not like you’re hyper aware of him, not at all, but that’s just how Soonyoung is. He has this presence, strong and unmistakable, his aura alone enough to command everyone’s attention. He carries himself with so much grace and confidence, even when he’s doing something as simple as walking.

The moment he enters the studio, the air suddenly shifts-- in a good way, you suppose, but not for you in particular. In fact, just knowing you’re in the same room is already annoying the shit out of you.

You ignore him as you usually would, even if your colleagues already acknowledged him and said hi, even if he brushed past you, you ignored him and kept talking. Chan and Jun weren’t even paying attention to you but your pride and ego just won’t let you spare him a glance.

“So anyways, I heard Cap has an idea for Valentine’s this year. We’re going to do like a couples class type of thing,” you tell them, turning up your own volume to bring their attention back to you. “Oh, right! I heard about that too! But I think Cap’s picking the pairs. You know, with the scheduling and stuff, I don’t think everyone will be available on Valentine’s day. It’s a weekday after all.”

You simply nod, minding your business talking to Chan about the Valentine’s day event you’re apparently having, Soonyoung’s voice nothing but background noise. But then... You suddenly hear your name being called. You and Chan blink at each other, taken aback.

Reluctantly, you turn to the voice calling you and even if he’s far away, literally across the damn room, your eyes just naturally found his. Soonyoung shoots you a friendly smile but the glint in his eyes is anything but. And as much as you want to send him back daggers with your own eyes, you couldn’t.

His students have all their eyes on you and you suddenly feel a sort of pressure to tame your facial expressions. You can’t have them know about your immense dislike for your fellow choreographer. You’d rather have them think you all get along well here. It saves the mood from getting dampened, saves them the tension-- or at least they won’t notice it, because with you and Soonyoung, there always is.

He calls your name again, pulling you out of your thoughts as he beckons you over, “Help me out? So I can show the students what the choreography is like?” His voice echoes through the eerily quiet dance studio, everyone’s attention on you, waiting for you to say something or even just start moving.

It’s then that you realized that you’ve been put on the fucking spot. And you know for a fact Soonyoung meant to do this. There’s a smirk just waiting to stretch at his lips, the mischief in his eyes getting more and more apparent as he stares at you. Jun, who’s right next to you, gives you a gentle nudge.

You stumble forward, trying your best to look composed even if you’re boiling inside. You obviously couldn’t say no with all these eyes staring at you anyway. So, with a discreet sigh, you start walking up to Soonyoung, a tight lipped smile plastered on your face as you make your way through the crowd.

His students clap their hands for you and so does the man himself, but unlike everyone else who’s giving you encouraging smiles, he is smirking at you. He’s not even trying to hide it. Clearly, he’s up to something and if your memory’s correct, you know exactly what he’s doing. Still, you stay calm about it.

When you make it to the front, you greet the class properly and introduce yourself. Soonyoung claps and rubs his hands together, “Great so about the choreography… You guys have seen Magic Mike, right?” A sense of dread creeps up your spine the moment he finishes his sentence.

Please don’t tell me-

“You guessed it right, guys! That’s what choreography is going to be like.” Soonyoung then grabs a chair from the corner and asks everyone to move back a little. He turns to you with a sly smile, “You won’t be doing much, don’t worry. I just need you to sit and look pretty for me.”

Your jaw clenches and you gulp. You were right all along. What Soonyoung’s doing now is revenge. You’ve done this before, used him as your prop when you taught your class a chair choreography and intentionally tried to make him hard to embarrass him. You should’ve seen this coming much earlier. You should’ve known damn well he’s going to retaliate.

Cueing the music, he holds your hand ever so gently and pulls you to walk with him. He twirls you around once, then slowly sits you down. He leaves a lingering touch on your hand, pulling away to do a little bit of freestyling while he waits for the verse to come.

You just look up at him, trying your hardest not to glare and technically having no clue what to fucking do. Your hands rest awkwardly on your lap, your body stiff as a wooden board. He stares right back at you with a smug look on his face.

When the first verse finally does come, your heart starts to beat a little faster. You expected the worst to happen, but the first part of his routine doesn’t seem too bad…

He ran his hands down your arms, grabbed your hands and let you feel his body up, but that’s fine. That isn’t something you can’t handle. It’s when the song progressed did you realize that he was just warming up, just giving you a little taste of what’s really to come. Because the next thing you know, he’s grinding on the floor, in the fucking air and eventually, on you.

It’s pure torture. At that point, your brain has gone completely blank and you’re not sure how you’re even reacting to any of it anymore. The only thing keeping you grounded are the students and their screams, the reaction he’s getting only spurring him on.

“And that’s it! Think you guys can do it?” he challenges, finishing his routine and leaving you there dumbfounded by everything that transpired. Snapping out of your daze, you eventually get up and wordlessly drag the chair to the side so the students could have their space back.

And seeing that Soonyoung seemed to be preparing to officially start, you thought you could just slip out of there without him noticing, but of course he still did, “You’re not leaving yet, are you?” There’s purr in his voice, a teasing lilt that you fucking hate. You stop dead in your tracks and sighed exasperatedly.

“I am. Why?” you replied in a clipped tone. Now that the students are preoccupied with stretching, you’re able to drop your act for a little bit. You narrow your eyes at him threateningly but he’s unfazed, scrunching his nose at you as if he found it cute, “Well, you can’t just yet.” You tilt your head, one of your eyebrows raising in question.

“I still need you for filming. And don’t worry about getting home, I can take you.” The smile on his face is anything but friendly. It’s scheming, sly and full of deception. Chuckling sarcastically, you pat his shoulder and feign an apologetic look, “Well, too bad. I’m leaving and you can’t do anything about it.”

That night will forever be etched in your brain. It seemed as though the universe was playing a sick game with you when you so conveniently had to stay behind because of you’re fucking boss. He called in an emergency meeting just as you were about to step out of the building and right before you could go to his office, you found yourself being pulled into the dance studio.

Everything happened way too fast. You’d barely put your bag down and the next thing you knew, you were back sitting on that god forsaken chair in front of everyone. No fucking wonder Soonyoung asked you to stay until the filming. He had something far worse for you up his sleeve. He showed absolutely no mercy with his freestyle at the end.

He pulled you to stand up, locking eyes with you, his stare piercing right through you. His hands traveled down to the back of your thighs and he lifted you up. By instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist. The entire time, his eyes never left yours and if you weren’t mistaken, you could’ve sworn you could see lust pooling in them and it was as though he wasn’t doing it just to taunt you.

You were out of it for a second but you were instantly brought right back when you felt your back against the cold floor. Soonyoung pulled away and sat on his heels, looking down at you like he was going to devour you.

The not-so funny thing is, when the beat dropped, he suddenly dived down your clothed core and humped the fucking floor. Your legs shook and you slapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from squealing. The crowd did it for you anyway, their hollering and clapping overpowering the music.

Needless to say, you were left so hot and bothered that night that you damn near bolted out of the building just to get home, a situation in your panites begging for attention. You’d never admit it, not a single soul will and should know about it, but you came so hard that night just imagining Soonyoung actually eating you out and fucking you with his fingers.

“Wait, what?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, your eyes widen and you stare at your boss as if he’s grown an extra head. You don’t have any classes today but the Main choreographer of your dance company called you in for a meeting about his Valentine’s Day gimmick, something you should’ve already discussed had you not ran the other night.

You didn’t think much of about the pairings, but knowing him and how he loves teasing the fuck out of you two, you probably should’ve seen this coming. “I’m partnering you up with Hoshi for the couples classes,” he repeats, snickering when your jaw drops.

“Cap, seriously? B-But… I can’t fucking stand him!” you groan, stomping your foot like a petulant child, “Can’t I get partnered with someone that’s less of a douchebag? What about The8?” The older male all but purses his lips and shakes his head.

“Nah, your schedules clash, plus I really love your guys’ chemistry! I mean, I’m not the only one,” he chuckles, rubbing his stubbly chin. “Do you know how many views Hoshi’s Magic Mike choreo has? And have you seen the comments? Ha! People love you two!”

You wince at the mere mention of it. You can’t believe that mortifying moment was caught on camera and apparently has gotten so much attention. “Your choreographing styles are pretty different but that’s the beauty of it. I just know you’ll come up with an interesting piece!”

The enthusiasm in his voice and the smug look on his face is enough to tell you that this arrangement is set in stone and you have no way out of this anymore so, taking in a deep breath, you try your best to not glare at him and just accept your fate.

You feel somehow wronged. Because you just know that this couldn’t even be about the schedules or chemistry or whatever the fuck his other excuses are. He probably just wants to see you both crumble.

“Alright, now that that’s settled. Hoshi’s in the choreographer studio in case you wanna get started already.” He grins at you, not even hiding the teasing behind it, and waves you off, “See you later! Oh and... goodluck.”

You pace back and forth outside his office for god knows how long, having a mental debate whether you should go to Soonyoung right now or not. It would be great if you could get started on it right away since you have your regular classes to worry about, but you were kind of nervous, maybe even scared about talking to him.

You’ve just never worked with him this… closely before. Sure, you’ve done group projects in the past especially when you were active in joining competitions, but not once did the two of you become dance partners. Everyone knew better than to leave you two alone with anything.

Well, everyone except your Team Captain apparently.

You grumble to yourself as you begrudgingly make your way down the hall, finally deciding to do something other pace around like some lunatic. The dance studio at the very end is exclusive to you choreographers. It’s where you usually come up with pieces for your class and is some sort of a lounging area as well. It’s a lot more private compared to the studios in the building and relatively small too.

Stopping by the door, you take a peek through the small glass window. Soonyoung is dancing, probably a choreography he came up with for class and his music choice piques your interest. It’s a song you’re very much familiar with after choreographing to the female version of it a couple weeks back.

You’re mildly surprised that he chose a song like this. Because as far as you know, he doesn’t gravitate to sensual songs. This is more your taste while he usually likes to choreograph to funky and hip hop influenced tracks.

For a moment, you forget what you’re even there for and end up just watching him instead. Very hesitantly, you acknowledge that he is indeed a really good dancer. You find yourself tapping your foot and bobbing your head to the beat, enjoying his dance.

But then comes a part where he lifts his shirt up, revealing his nice toned abs while simultaneously rolling his hips. You swallow hard. Was that fucking necessary? Can’t he do that move without lifting fucking shirt up like that?

It doesn’t at all help that he’s feeling himself so much either, looking at the mirror with a smoldering gaze and not to mention the suggestive lyrics of the song. Gradually, your body warms up and your mind starts to wander to treacherous places.

Flashbacks of last night rear its ugly head and you shiver in fear that it might happen again today. There’s no fucking you’ll pleasure yourself with Soonyoung in mind ever again. Just no fucking way. So you do something that you think is the most logical thing to do: you walk away, leaving before the universe decides to turn things around again.

Being forced to get together and figure out a choreography to teach apparently meant staying behind much later than you both anticipated. It usually doesn't take you that long to choreograph anything for your classes. Once you’d find a song that you liked, the moves just come out naturally but that’s definitely not what’s happening right now.

Because you’re working together, you have to incorporate both your ideas into the routine. And if there’s anything you’re both not good at, it’s that.

Your choreographing styles and difference in music taste is already a given, but there are just a million other things that you do so differently. You’re both adamant on doing things your way too so now you’re stuck, unable to find a middle ground.

“Let’s take a break.”

“We barely started… but yeah sure.”

You ignore the sassiness in his tone and silently make your way to your bag, snatching the water bottle next to it. You take a few angry gulps and think hard about how the fuck you’re going to make this work while Soonyoung, completely unbothered, goes through his playlist.

He plays a random song, then sets his phone down on the table. He runs his finger through his hair, casually grooving to the music, getting a feel of the instrumentation to jump start his creative juices. When he starts to do a little freestyle, you pull yourself out of your thoughts and look at his reflection.

You’re admiring his flow and how he interprets both the lyrics and beats with his body when he suddenly thrusts up in the air and… perhaps intentionally, looks right into your damn eyes as he’s doing it. You want to fucking scream.

He’s doing it again-- taunting the fuck out of you, just waiting for you to downright snap. But you’ve held out for a couple of days already. There’s no way you’re giving this asshole the satisfaction. So, taking a deep breath, you set your water bottle aside and join him on the dance floor.

“Let’s do this song,” you say, sauntering over and he raises an eyebrow at you. “I think it’ll suit both our styles. The bass hits pretty hard, something that you like but there’s some slow moments too, especially with the way he sings…” Convinced, finally, he nods his head, “Alright, pretty. Let’s see how we do.”

“And for this part, we can hit the downbeats.” You try it out and it seems to work for you but Soonyoung shakes head, ever so bluntly telling you that he doesn’t like it. “We should stay on the beat and just ride it out. Like this...” Soonyoung grabs your hips carefully, the warmth of his hands seeping your clothes.

Your brows furrow and you turn to look at him, only to swallow a gasp when you realize just how close you actually are to each other, faces millimeters away. With his body flushed against your own, his hands guide your hips to grind back against him. The rational part of your brain almost-- almost slips away but thankfully, you’re able to catch yourself.

“I-It doesn’t fit,” you look away, eyes back on your reflection and he just chuckles, “Oh? Would you prefer it this way then?” A ghost of a smirk dances on his lips before he’s the one grinding against you, hot breath on your ear making goosebumps erupt all over your arms. Your jaw clenches.

“Look, It really doesn’t work!” You try your best to sound tough but your voice comes out weak, near damn cracking when you attempt to raise your voice at the end of your sentence. And Soonyoung just eats it up.

In a complete 360, he smiles, eyes disappearing into crescents, “Okay then! Let’s go with what you suggested earlier.” His nonchalant and almost cheerful tone has you scoffing. Because of course-- Of fucking course, he’d disagree with you just to tease you and get some type of reaction from you. You walked right into that one. Good lord, you fucking hate this man’s guts!

“Soonyoung, please. Can we finish this already? Valentine’s is literally two days away!”

“I am trying to finish it. You’re the one who’s so distracted and sensitive. You’re literally snapping at every little thing!”

You shoot him the dirtiest look you can muster and he exaggeratedly rolls his eyes at you, “Sheesh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?” You take another break for god knows how many times already, trying your best to stay away from each other despite the small space.

You’ve been at each other’s throats since you started and it’s only getting worse as time progressed. But as much as you’d hate to admit it, this is... kind of your fault. You’ve had a really tough day at your day job, your boss giving you a hard time for no apparent reason and your work colleagues just decided to be shitty to you too.

All the pent up stress and frustrations you’ve been bottling up inside since this morning exploded right at your face. And you’ve unintentionally taken it out on Soonyoung. The worst part is, you already realized this but you couldn’t seem to get a grip and just kept snapping at him. Feeling guilty, you frown deeply and sigh through your nose, hugging your knees to your chest.

In Soonyoung’s case, he was very honestly upset with you. He’s not even angry, just very sad and disappointed with how you’re acting. Last time he checked, he did nothing wrong to you so he doesn’t understand why you’re so aggressive to him. Surely, you don’t hate him that much to compromise work, right?

The frustrated male with heavily furrowed brows looks at you, directly across from him on the other side of the tiny studio. You’re curled into a sad little ball, forehead on your knees, shoulders moving every now and then at your heavy sighs and he suddenly feels bad.

Slowly, he figured that maybe this wasn’t about him and your supposed “hate” for him anymore. Because while you’re not exactly on the best terms with each other, you’ve never acted out of line before. This must mean that something happened earlier in the day.

Heaving a sigh of his own, Soonyoung pushes himself off the wall and carefully makes his way to you. You lift your head off your knees when you feel him coming close and tentatively, he squats to meet your level. “Are you okay? You seem pretty out of it today...” he murmurs, voice uncharacteristically soft. You drop your head back down, too guilty to even properly look at him. “I’m sorry...” is all you can say.

Soonyoung sighs again, he sits down on the floor and suddenly grabs your hands. The unexpected touch lifts your head up again and you shoot him a weak glare when he starts tugging at them, “Just move your damn ass so I can sit behind you.”

You have no idea what he’s planning but you don’t have the energy to keep fighting with him so, furrowing your brows, you just let him drag you forward. He scoots to sit behind you like he said he would and situates you between his legs, strong thighs snug against your sides.

At this point, him being this close doesn’t bother you anymore. You’ve gotten used to it somehow so this should’ve been okay… But then he smooths down your arms in a gentle caress and comes back up to rub soothing circles on your shoulders.

One hand massages the tense muscles while the other moves up even farther, wrapping loosely around your neck. You take a sharp inhale, your body heat rising every passing second. He hums to himself when the sound reaches his ears, a satisfied smirk stretching on his lips.

He then gently cups your jaw to turn your head slightly and he leans forward, lips touching the shell of your ear as he whispers, “Tell me what happened.” His hand on your jaw slowly goes back to your shoulder and you can’t help but close your eyes.

With the way his voice seemed to drop an octave lower and with his hands expertly kneading your skin, the lyrics to the song playing in the background is suddenly making too much sense. It seems like it’s speaking to and for you.

Your face heats up, just like the rest of you and you become a tad bit flustered. You open your mouth, willing yourself not to moan at the way his hands are working on you and stumbling through your words as you try to vent out to him.

For the first few seconds, everything was fine.

His hands felt extremely good on you but you were still doing okay. It was when he starts to drop kisses on your bare shoulder and nose at your ear did you really, finally fucking lost it. He moves your hair out of the way, lips latching onto the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking lightly at the flesh.

Your head unconsciously tilts to give him more access and your teeth digging into your bottom lip to reign in your noises. His hands move from massaging your shoulders to your breasts and he pushes his erection against your lower back. Humming and sighing in pleasure, one of your hands tangles in his hair while the other squeezes at his thigh.

You are gone, gone in the way he’s touching and caressing you, the way his lips are moving along your skin, but you’re brought right back to your senses when you feel his fingers dance across the waistband of your shorts.

You let out a startled gasp, eyes shooting open as you grab his wrist to stop him from going any further. Soonyoung calmly pulls his hand out of your hold, feeling up your body once more as he goes back to kneading your boobs, playing with your nipples between his fingers. You swallow hard and turn to him.

“Hmm? What’s the matter?” he mumbles against your skin and you become a stuttering mess, “Th-The choreography… We-- We still need t-to finish it…” Soonyoung leans back, utterly amused. “You’re seriously still thinking about that when I have my lips on your neck and hands on your tits?”

He chuckles and grinds against you, “You can feel how hard I am now, right? You have to let me finish first, babe. The dance can fucking wait~” The sensual purr in his voice makes goosebumps rise all over you, panties getting significantly wetter than they already are.

There’s a small voice at the back of your head nagging at you, telling you that you shouldn’t let this happen and you will regret it if you do but you ignore it, getting up to your feet and pulling him up with you.

You’ve snapped.

There’s no going back now.

“You’re so fucking annoying, Kwon Soonyoung. If you wanted to fuck me, you could’ve just said so.” You smirk to yourself, leading him to the couch at the back of the room. He just laughs when you push him to sit, leaning back cockily with arms splayed out on the back rest, “Cute but you and I both know the feeling’s mutual.”

Your brow raises when he doesn’t even deny it, but he simply smirks, eyes twinkle at the sight of you kneeling between his legs. He licks his lips in anticipation, “I see the way you look at me when I dance,” and curls a tendril of hair behind your ear, looking right into your eyes with a smug smile, “You undress me with your eyes, looking like you want to devour me whole.”

You still have the nerve to glare at him, all the while undoing the strings on his sweats to pull it down. He laughs again, this time sounding a little more condescending, “Look at you, so eager to have my cock in your cute mouth. Bet you’ve dreamed of doing this, haven’t you?”

His constant provocation hits a nerve but you can’t deny how it makes you clench around nothing. You fight the urge to moan at his words, masking it with a scoff as you palm his erection, loving how stiff and warm it is in your hand.

Soonyoung hisses, “I don’t like getting teased, baby. Now unless you prefer to not cum tonight, I suggest you open up and put your pretty lil’ mouth to work.” You roll your eyes at him but you comply anyway. You pull his boxers down, Soonyoung automatically lifting his hips to make it easier for you.

He is much bigger than you expected him to be though and your mouth waters at the sight. The way his veins pop, tip leaking with precum, flushed red has you biting on your lower lip. You look up at him under your lashes and you scoot closer, maintaining eye contact as you experimentally wrap your lips around the tip.

You lick up his leaking slit and suck lightly. Soonyoung curses under his breath, hips bucking beyond his control. One of his hands comes down to thread his fingers through your hair and gently, he pushes you down his length. You let him do as he pleases, opening your mouth wider to accommodate his girth.

His head falls back against the couch when you dip your head even lower without his prompt and a low groan spills from his parted lips. You did it slowly but it already has his head spinning. Your tongue feels amazing licking down the vein under his cock and he bucks his hips again when he feels himself hit the back of your throat.

“You fucking slut!” he grunts, pulling you off of him by your hair. “How could you take me so well so easily? It’s like your mouth is made to take me. Mmm, such a good lil’ whore.” His cooing gets you riled up again and you’re convinced he’s already figured out that it gets you going. He can tell by the way the look in your eyes changes the moment he finished his sentence.

Smiling at him innocently, you massage his muscular thighs, softly squeezing down the firm muscles, dragging your nimble fingers up but only barely touching him where he needs you most. For a while, he lets it slide, your little kisses up his length and kitty licks on the head of his cock enough to satisfy him…

Until it doesn’t anymore.

A growl rumbles from his chest, his impatience getting the best of him, but before he could snap at you, you wrap your hand around his length.

He blinks away the frustration clouding his dark eyes, chest heaving, hissing as you stroke him at a leisurely pace and take your sweet time kissing his inner thighs. His fingers in your hair twitches and he whimpers.

“That’s not-- You’re s-supposed t--” his breath hitches in his throat when you press your thumb hard against his slit, intimidating eyes looking straight into his bleary ones as you lick on a fresh hickey. He grips tightly at your hair to ground himself, choking on his own whimpers. You cluck your tongue at him, “So impatient.”

Slowly, you thumb his slit up and down to chastise him and his thighs begin to spasm at the sensitivity.. You enjoy every bit of his suffering, giggling when you can very see the internal turmoil he’s going through written all over his face.

Giving up, Soonyoung so desperately shoots you a pleading look, his hand gently pushing your head forward. He doesn’t say anything but his whining is enough to make you relent.

You resume stroking him nice and slow, but his impatient ass thrusts into your closed fist. Your dark laughter makes his cock twitch in your hold, “Do you still want me to do something or do you wanna take care of it yourself while I watch?” You lay your head on one of his thighs, blinking up at him innocently and he thrashes his head against the backrest.

“Fuck you! Just put me in your damn mouth so I can fuck that pretty face of yours!”

“Ah, ah, ah~”

Soonyoung whimpers again, free hand balling into a tight fist when you squeeze down hard at the base of his cock. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please, just--” he breathes, trying to calm down, “I want to cum... I’m already close! P-Please… make me cum, please!” You loosen your grip immediately, dropping a kiss on his thigh one last time before finally taking him into your mouth.

He drags out a long moan, eyes falling shut in pure satisfaction. You were barely doing anything before but he was already so affected and on the verge of cumming. Now that you’re sucking him off properly, taking as much of him as you possibly could and sucking hard as you come up, he’s not sure if he can last very long.

As you bob your head faster, he finds himself thrust up to meet your movement, both his hands now holding your head. You start gagging but you do nothing to stop him. You moan around him, squeezing down his tensed thighs as you try your best to breathe through your nose.

And that’s what did it.

The vibrations push him over the edge and before he could even warn you, his orgasm hits him like a strike of lightning. His body ceases, releasing hot ropes of cum down your throat and you happily swallow as much of it as you can.

“Fuck… Holy fuck, that felt s-so good,” he mumbles, body starting to relax as he comes down from his high. He slowly lets go of your head and you pull off sputtering, a mixture of cum and spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. You lick at the plump flesh to get any excess off and teasingly suck on his tip, milking him of his cum.

He growls and pulls you up to straddle his lap. You bite your lip to hold in your giggles when his fingers hastily unbutton your cropped cardigan. “Greedy cumslut,” he mutters right before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. He throws your top away carelessly and unclasps your bra with one pinch, “Don’t worry, I’ll fill your pussy up to the brim with my cum.”

And then he shoves your loose shorts to the side, kissing you again as he runs a finger over your clothed core. “Fuck,” he pulls away with a loud pop, “Did sucking me off get you this wet, baby? You like it that much? Hmm?” You respond with a pathetic moan, grinding down on his fingers to provide yourself with some sort of friction. Soonyoung chuckles, “I can’t wait to feel how tight your lil’ cunt is~”

All his dirty words go straight to your core. Your brain completely blanks, reducing you to a mess of whines and mewls. You crash your lips onto his, kissing him feverishly and kisses right back with the same intensity. He smiles against your lips when you try to dominate the kiss, your hips relentlessly moving.

Soonyoung stops you and then he moves your panties to the side. You moan, sucking on his bottom lip as you replace his hand with your own to hold it off to the side for him. He takes the tip of his cock and rubs it through your folds, adding pressure when he passes your clit. You unintentionally bite his lip at the teasing.

“Soonyoung,” you whine, moving your hips again and he chuckles against your lips. “Who’s impatient now, huh?” You pull away just to glare at him but it passes fast when he finally pushes in. The stretch makes you dig your nails deeper into his shoulders, eyes screwing shut as your mouth hangs open.

Soonyoung doesn’t have time to revel in your pleasured expression as he too, closes his eyes, head falling back for the nth time. You feel just as good as he imagined, maybe even better. So fucking wet, warm and heavenly tight.

He gently massages your waist, allowing you to breathe and adjust to his size, for once, being patient with you. He tries distracting you with another kiss and so far, it works. Slowly, as you melt into the strangely sweet and affectionate kiss, you start to rock your hips against him.

Soonyoung pulls away first, “Go ahead, pretty. Make yourself cum on my cock, I’ll watch.” He smiles at you but unlike the other times before, there’s no trace of taunting or mockery in it. If anything, it’s soft… fond almost.

You try not to get side-tracked by your confusion and instead just focused on how good you fucking feel. With you sitting right on his cock, you can feel him all the way up to your cervix and you can’t help but mewl in the most sultry of ways, eyes fluttering shut to savor the moment while Soonyoung keeps his eyes trained on you.

You run your hands up and down his toned torso, feeling every dip and ridge underneath your fingertips. You’ll never admit it out loud but he’s so fucking hot. Just feeling him up makes you clench around him and he groans when he feels it. He gives you a look, his eyes warning you to take advantage of this moment while he’s being nice to you and you quickly take the hint.

You rest a hand on his shoulder while the other holds the back of his neck and finally, you lift yourself up and slam back down on his cock. The action makes you whimper and you throw your head back. Soonyoung curses under his breath, eyes eating up the way your face twists in pleasure, the way you bite your lip when you think you’re being too loud (which you are but he couldn’t care less right now).

Once you find your pacing, you start bouncing on his cock, alternating between that and swiveling your hips while he hugs your waist to help you.

“Fuck… S-Soonyoung, I’m close!”

“M-Me too. God, you’re doing so well, baby. Keep fucking going… please!”

You’re admittedly getting tired but what Soonyoung just whispered to you gave you new found strength. You bounce on him faster and he starts thrusting up whenever you slam down, desperately chasing his own high. At this point, you’re both being loud, cries of his name and groans of your own filling the room, not a single care in the world if anyone who is still around can hear.

You don’t even notice the song playing on repeat, probably drowned out by your lewd noises. “S-Soonyoung! A-ah! Ha-ah! I’m--” He quickly thumbs at your clit and you cum almost right away. Your back arches, chest pressing against his own as you still and cry out.

The fluttering of your tight walls around him pushes him into his own orgasm and curses into your hair, hugging you even tighter as he unloads inside of you. His warm cum filling you up only makes your orgasm all the more satisfying, “Ah! Y-Yes, Soonyoung give it to me. Give me all your cum!”

You ride out both your highs with tiny swivels of your hips and Soonyoung drops his head on your shoulder, completely satiated. You slow down to a stop, chest still pressed against each other moving in sync as you both try to catch your breath.

You’re sweaty and sticky but that doesn’t stop Soonyoung dropping light kisses on your shoulder and neck. “So good for me, my pretty lil’ cumslut…” he mumbles, a little dazed. He brushes your hair behind your ear and kisses your sweaty temple tenderly and carefully lifts your limp body up so he can pull out.

And his lips linger at that same spot as you tiredly slump over him, your panties and shorts sliding back to place. You moan softly when you feel his cum spilling out of you and into your still wet panties. For a moment, you stay like that, with you on his lap, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders while he presses absentminded kisses on your temple and the side of your face, rubbing your back up and down.

You almost fall asleep at how comfortable you feel but Soonyoung urgently tapping your thigh forces your heavy eyelids open. You pull away glaring and he chuckles, “Get off before I get hard again and fuck your pretty brains out,” he scrunches his nose and smacks your ass, making you yelp.

“Greedy baby. Your hips still keep moving even when you’re dozing off on my lap. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m still naked.” You blush at the realization that yes, your hips were still moving, lazily grinding against him as you got more and more comfortable nestled in his strong arms.

You try to play it cool though, climbing off his lap without a word and looking elsewhere as he puts his boxers and sweats back on. After tying the strings securely on his sweatpants, he picks up your discarded top and hands it over to you.

You mumble a small thank you, grabbing your bra that’s sitting on the couch before taking your top from him. You quietly get dressed while he does the same and pulls his muscle tank over his head. When you’re both clothed again, Soonyoung grins at you and bends over. He attempts to press his lips against yours but you’re quick to dodge it.

You cross your arms over your chest, refusing to look at him and he just laughs, standing upright again, “Alright, pretty. You can play hard to get some other time. Wanna try getting back to our piece now?”

It’s almost comical how drastically your face changes at the mere mention of it, blood drains from your face and you look absolutely mortified. “Oh, fuck…” you mutter under your breath as you shoot up from the couch. You sway a little, legs still tired from your earlier efforts and Soonyoung reaches out in record speed to make sure you don’t fall.

You swat his hand away, “God dammit, Soonyoung. The piece still isn’t finished!” He laughs, fond eyes staring at the growing cease on your forehead and then he shrugs, “At least we did.”

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[yuyuntianyu]

[2HA analysis blog] To love you is torment but leave you I cannot

I wanted to write this (hopefully not-too-long) blog to give 2HA fandom a different perspective of the events in the past timeline. I noticed that there are many little things that could not be carried over to the English language. These little things can give more explanations to our characters’ actions so I hope sharing this would help the novel make more sense. This blog focuses on Taxian-jun and Chu Fei.

Warning: Spoilers ! ! ! Taxian-jun and Chu Fei are their own trigger warnings ! ! !

Despite the novel having 350 chapters, we really know little about what happened between Taxian-jun and Chu Fei besides the abuse and mistreatment and that little is relayed to us by the Most Unreliable Narrator of the Cultivation World - Mo Ran Mo Weiyu. If we only take Mo Ran for his words then a lot of his and Chu Wanning’s decisions told later on would seem irrational and almost silly. So let’s dive deep in the past so we can understand how the great cultivator Beidou Xian-zun could raise such a dumb husky since the events in the past would explain the more irrational decisions made by both main characters.

Given Mo Ran’s narrator is about as reliable as his character in the first 120 chapters, we have to look at other more subtle clues and some of them are due to cultural and linguistic differences.

1. I used to like you a lot

At his coronation day, Taxian-jun stated that he once greatly looked up to Chu Wanning and that he used to love and respect him dearly. Maybe I am reading into this too much but this is my theory: The flower could erase the memory itself but cannot erase the feelings associated with the memory. He had his memories of the good deeds Chu Wanning did for him erased but still remembered that he used to love and respect him. It doesn’t make sense unless it is indeed that the flower could not erase its host’s feelings. So throughout the novel, Mo Ran’s complicated emotions are complicated possibly because he could not remember how he came to have these feelings. Similarly, Hua Binan could mess with the undead Taxian-jun’s memory to a great extent but could not erase his obsession with Chu Wanning.

2. I gave you a new title

Chu Fei. 楚妃. In the Imperial Chinese harem hierarchy, “Fei” means consort and not concubine (嬪 “Pín"). Consorts were highly respected positions in the palace weidling much political power and were only seconds to the Empress Consort. Another major difference is a consort would be married to the emperor while a concubine would not. So if Taxian-jun had truly wanted to only humiliate Chu Wanning and keep him for the carnal pleasures (I am intentionally ignoring his breeding kink completely), he would keep him as a concubine but he gave Chu Wanning the Consort title and hid him from the world. At this point, Taxian-jun had almost lost Chu Wanning once and had spent a lot of effort to bring him back from the verge of death after hearing Chu Wanning’s apology so his anger might have softened a bit. Also, given that Chu Wanning is a man, having a legitimate offspring ( (I am still intentionally ignoring Mo Ran's breeding kink completely) is not an issue so although this is not clearly stated, I believe Taxian-jun wanted to force a relationship and somewhat proper marriage on Chu Wanning. Another hint of this is in an Extra chapter where Taxian-jun tried to get Chu Wanning a birthday gift. He recalled that in his past timeline, he had wanted Chu Wanning to give him something on his birthday as well and that he had wanted Chu Wanning’s heart.

3. Shizun likes to write letters and poems

On Book 3 Chapter 247, Chu Wanning sat down and wrote a few unsent letters to the people he used to know. He also wrote a few lines of poetry. In the first few lines taken from different literature works, he expressed his sense of helplessness and his wish to remain untainted despite the circumstances. The more important two lines are from a poem written by a real poet named Fàn Chéngdà ( 范成大) who lived in the 12th century Southern-Song dynasty. The two lines read:

“May I be like the stars, may you* be as the moon. Night after night, may we shine together side by side.” **

*In the original work, the character used instead of you is “jun” 君 (as in 踏仙君 Taxian-jun). 君 could mean king, emperor, lord, or gentleman ** This is my rough translation - I haven’t found an English version of this poem

These two lines are commonly used in romantic novels as a way to express one’s unchanging love and loyalty to another person despite the circumstances. He compared himself as the stars and wanted to remain by Taxian-jun whom he viewed as the moon. Chu Wanning wrote this to express his willingness to stay but he would never voice this out loud. In the next timeline, he did the same thing by quietly loving and caring for Mo Ran 1.0 despite the mistreatment and was content with never expressing his feelings vocally. Mo Ran was rather uneducated and thus could not fully comprehend these two lines and misunderstood that Chu Wanning was missing Xue Meng.

4. You are all I have left

In chapter 252, after Chu Wanning returned to The Red Lotus Pavilion, he found Taxian-jun already waiting for him. Taxian-jun told Chu Wanning about a dream he had and said:

“I am afraid I don’t resent you… I want to resent you… Otherwise, I…” “In the end, it’s just you and I”.

This is not the first time he expressed that Chu Wanning was all he had left or they only had each other. I believe that at this point, Taxian-jun might have somewhat believed Chu Wanning and recognized that his memories were missing. His words and behaviors seemed a lot more gentle and he mentioned they did have periods of time where their marriage was easier. I believe it was after this point. He told us about the numerous times he attempted to spoil his consort or expressed his affection through gifts, a trip outside the palace, goods, jewels, and even teaching Chu Wanning how to cook or personally taking care of Chu Wanning when he was sick. At one point, Taxian-jun expressed his wish for a more peaceful marriage with Chu Wanning through his breeding kink by saying that if they had children, perhaps they would be more civil towards each other.

Edit: I really wanted to go about this blog without having to refer to their particular taste in bed

5. Are you still mad?

This is a smaller detail but in the original text and the Vietnamese official translation, the way they talked to each other had a bit more of the “husband-wife” dynamic. Especially Chu Wanning ( l┐(︶▽︶)┌ ), the comment section said he sounded like when your wife is mad that you didn’t take out the trash but still says: “I’m not mad” and Taxian-jun, the husband, would come around and ask “Are you still mad at me?” after every fight.

6. I did not think you would really leave me.

On Chapter 99, Mo Ran recalled the fight between him and Chu Wanning after an assassination attempt. In order to convince Mo Ran to not go to Taxue Palace, Chu Wanning said:

“If you destroy Taxue palace, if you kill Xue Meng, I will die before you”.

Now the line “I will die before you” in my language is less of a suicidal ideation but more of a threat. It's used when a person already knows that they are important to the other person and is using their own death as a threat to make the other person do something. This line is thrown around a lot during heated arguments between people close to each other but they almost never mean it. (Even my mom said it numerous times before T_T . I personally think it’s manipulative). Therefore, it is understandable Taxian-jun did not take this line seriously and replied almost mockingly. After all, they had been married for almost a decade at that point, Taxian-jun probably felt somewhat comfortable that Chu Wanning would not do anything reckless. He could not foresee that Chu Wanning meant what he said and actually followed through with his words. I believe that if Taxian-jun had known that Chu Wanning was serious, Taxian-jun would not have gone to Taxue Palace. 7. Don't leave me, ok?

Then Chu Wanning died and Mo Ran spent two years alone. In those two years, we know he basically went insane because of grief, talked to a corpse everyday, and deep fried his Empress Consort. But strangely enough, Mo Ran 1.0 did not immediately mention this after being reborn although it was the main reason he committed suicide. And at that point, it had been well over a decade since Shi Mei faked his death in the past timeline, yet Mo Ran 1.0 seemed to still hold a lot of resentment towards Chu Wanning. Also, he said he could accept Shi Mei’s death but would never accept Chu Wanning’s. So honestly, it did not make sense to me the first time I read the novel and I believed Mo Ran resented Chu Wanning for a different reason.

The answer was first hinted at in chapter 9 when Mo Ran scolded the sleeping Chu Wanning. He called Chu Wanning a donkey hoof (lol) and this is actually an idiom to scold someone who is disloyal and unfaithful in love. The puzzles came together when the undead Taxian-jun showed up and immediately went after Chu Wanning (and not Shi Mei). He believed Chu Wanning used his death to hurt him and was angry at Chu Wanning for leaving him. This is the resentment Mo Ran 1.0 carried over to the next timeline. He hated Chu Wanning for abandoning him. This is solidified in chapter 262 by the undead Taxian-jun pleading to Chu Wanning:

“Don’t betray me” “Don’t leave me the second time. The first time you left, I could choose death as a relief. This time, even death is not an option any more… I won’t be able to bear it…”

So there it is! I hope this blog brings some new information and feel free to discuss! Let me know if you have any questions for me ＼(￣▽￣)／

Disclaimer: Plenty of this is my conclusion drawn from the already ambiguous original text and various translations. Unless Meatbun says it, it’s not canon. I am looking at the novel in three different languages so I might have made some mistakes. Pls forgive. Also, I am not making excuses for Mo Ran 0.5’s actions nor am I justifying the abuse in any way. Chu Wanning never said Mo Ran 0.5 was innocent of these crimes nor will I.

[absolutebl]

Your reviews, rankings and insight into the industry are amazing and your humor makes this a great blog! If you had to rank or chose your favorite BL actors by country, performance, etc., who would make your list? I mean ranking their acting rather than the real life person cause some of them seem pretty ignorant or plain messy...

Oooo, another fun question! Thank you for both the compliment at the ask.

Favorite BL Actors (based on performance ONLY)

So as stated above I'm not going to consider questionable personalities as part of this, although so far I don't think any of these boys have edged into cancel territory. I don't play such games anyway. 

I’m also not putting them in any kind of order. Ranking is too HARD. 

FROM THAILAND

Lay Talay Sanguandikul (My Engineer, Y-Destiny) 

I just find him a super appealing screen presence and I will never forgive the universe for making RejctX so impossible to find (an Indian web series in which he plays the asshole bad boy in English).

Saint Suppapong Udomkaewkanjana (Love By Chance, Why R U?) 

I actually posted about what an amazing actor he is especially around body language and physicality. Although I haven't seen his ghost mystery investigator series (Let's Fight Ghost on Netflix) it's on my list.

Fluke Natouch Siripongthon (Until We Meet Again, Close Friend) 

I just think he’s a good emotive actor with an extremely mobile face, so I’ve suffered though Grean Fictions, My Bromance 1 & 2, Red Wine in the Dark Night, Ghost Ship and a host of other dross just because he’s always stellar no matter the rest of the cast or story. 

Mark Siwat Jumlongkul (I Am You King, Love By Chance, Bite Me)

Honestly I’ve loved him since his killer performance in I Am Your King and I was really hoping Bite Me would break him out. But it’s not going so well for either of us. 

Ohm Pawat Chittsawangdee (Make it Right 1 & 2, He’s Coming to Me, Dew, The Shipper, etc...) 

I’ll be honest I didn’t love him in MIR, but his performance in Dew is insane, and he’s so so good in He’s Coming to Me. So he’s rather worked himself around to being my favorite Thai BL actor. 

FROM TIAWAN 

Sam Lin/Zi Hong (We Best Love) 

I’ve made a point of tracking down some of his other stuff (Between, Five Missions) and I’ve pretty much enjoyed all of it. Sure he kinda always plays the same character but I DON’T CARE. The fact that the KO One series is so hard to find is one of the great tragedies of my life. 

There are plenty of other Taiwanese and Thai actors that I love like Tay Tawan, Chimon Wachirawit, Duke Wu, Chris Wu, and Wayne Song. I am always happy to see them show up, but don’t actively try to track down their stuff, so I think I should draw the line somewhere. 

FROM KOREA

Lee Sang (Wish You) 

Is probably one of the least well known idols turned actors and I really don't care whether he does any more BL, I just want to see more of him on screen. I love how soft his screen presence is. Kinda hypnotic. 

Park Jin Young (Devil Judge)

Yeah yeah, bite me. But I’m counting him anyway. Since I’ve pretty much watched EVERY single one of his shows. I might, just possibly, be Ahgase. Yes, he’s my bias. No, I will not apologize. Yes, I’m counting him for BL fandom because... never stop dreaming, never give up, never surrender. 

FROM JAPAN 

Yoshikazu Kotan (Boys Love, Same Difference) 

He’s riveting on screen, possibly the most piercing gaze given out to a human. It’s not his fault they never made decent use of him in a BL. Docchi mo Docchi is one of my number one most squandered opportunities and I’ve never quite forgiven Japan for it. Apparently, neither has he, since he seems to have retired. 

FROM CHINA 

Simon Gong Jun (Advance Bravely, Word of Honor) 

I love that he swapped uke for seme, and I like how either way he always seems to have a certain cheekiness. I even watched his truly terrible het series about being a firefighter (don’t bother). 

Vin Zhang/Zhang Bin Bin/Zhang Vin (Love O2O) 

I watched all 50+ episodes of Eternal Love because of him, so he must count as a favorite. Although KO is clearly gay AF in Love O2O it’s China contmp romance so it’s hella subtle but I’m claiming him for BL-kind anyway. 

[cqlfeels]

Hi! I really like your blog and your takes, they're so good!!! I've been wondering, why do you think jc didn't marry? Like I have some theories regarding his character and all, but mostly, it doesn't seem to make sense in a political way? Like... He's the last one of his clan, which is one of the major clans, and which also had to be rebuild from its ashes, like shouldn't one of his first priorities be to leave a clear heir from his lineage? And maybe even to ensure another alliance with another clan besides the Jin? Like with Zewu Jun I can at least say that sizhui could be the lan heir, but jc is in his thirties and has a dangerous job. Can't wait to hear your thoughts :)

First of all, you're super nice and I hope you're having a great day 🥺

Okay so my gut feeling is to go "MXTX didn't want to write that." Which I know is an evasive answer! But the thing is.... That's not just a JC problem. Nobody seems to care about heirs in this story, istg. LXC does everything for his sect except get married and get an heir (LWJ is his heir, but he's a bad option for lots of reasons.) NMJ knows he's going to die and still doesn't try and get a kid. NHS doesn't have a heir at all, I don't think, not even like a cousin or whatever? JGY is leaving the sect to his nephew, which we the audience know the true reasons for, but the other characters don't seem to find it weird. JC can't leave his sect to JL so why isn't he trying to get married?? It's just. Nobody wants heirs istg. MXTX didn't want to create characters who'd add nothing to the story besides being someone's wife, I think. Plus, this being danmei, even het males are frequently Hot And Single™️ because genre tropes.

Barring this Doylist reasoning, what can we do in the way of a Watsonian explanation?

In general, I try to read into a text what the text tells me to read into it. So even if my gut feeling is "Wth, this is super weird!!" given how widespread this seems to be and how the characters all seem to act like that's normal, I'm gonna guess that for whatever reason, that's not that big of a deal in this universe. Maybe although MDZS cultivators aren't immortal they do live longer and so it's become a trend in the Sunshot generation to settle down later than usual because they want to focus on politics for a while? That's not usually how wars work in the real world, but this isn't real life, so it might be possible.

Now as far as JC goes, I don't think he's going to marry for love - he's going to marry to advance his sect's interests. Perhaps he feels this is a card he wants up his sleeve for as long as he can keep it, so that he plays it at a time when it's actually crucial instead of a wasted move?

And there is also JL to consider - once he has a child of his own, he cannot afford to give JL the same attention he does now. I mean. He can. But I doubt he wants JL to be the WWX to his kid's JC - "No son I don't like A-Ling better, it's just that he reminds me of someone I've lost, and also because he's not my heir I can spoil him in a way I can't spoil you"........ is not a conversation I think JC wants to have. Nor does he want to neglect JL in favor of his kid, I think, so that's a situation that'd require some finesse JC probably doesn't wanna bother with right now.

I also don't think JC likes the idea of marriage in general, but I'm pretty sure he'd put aside his preferences for the good of the sect, so again: I just don't think there's been a marriage of convenience with enough perks for it to justify him going for it, you know? What would be perks good enough for him? I honestly have no idea. I enjoy reading about politics but I don't have a good head for this kind of thing lol

I do think he's most certainly going to get married in the future, though. He's very dutiful to his family, and part of traditional Chinese filial piety is to have sons to carry your own father's legacy, and I don't think JC would be too comfortable ignoring that, even if he technically has the possibility of naming a disciple his heir.

[m0e-ru]

eight months in somebody actually asked me abt visualive instead of me immediately annoying ppl about it without former notice. I might actually write properly for once 😳😳😳

OK OK!!!!! In this essay I will.... I will.... Visualive Adachi.... Visu/BURSTS INTO TEARS/

OKAY OKAY for real I just care Visualive so much (as someone who can’t fully understand Japanese AHAHA)

First I’ll add some foundation about what Visualive really is, then I talk abt Adachi in the latter parts of it because this is technically the first time I’m properly talking about this hehe 🐿

T....table of contents???

Visualive

Visualive the Evolution

Masami Itou

Visualive Adachi

Visualive the Evolution Adachi

Terms and Legend

VL - Visualive

VLE - Visualive the Evolution

stage - shortened for “stageplay”

面白い - omoshiroi (it’s just that specific)

Yuuya - VL Hero name

Hayato - VLE Hero name

Baba - Hero

Masami - Adachi

Taniguchi - Dojima

Saotome - Daisuke

Mamiya - Izanami

I add honorifics but sometimes I forget the hyphen intentionally or unintentionally I’m sorry if it makes it hard to read lol

all links have automatic timestamps for easy viewing. i mean. i hope the timestamps work

VISUALIVE “Persona 4.” A stage adaptation of SMT: Persona 4 by Atlus. It adapts the first part of the story, from the hero’s arrival to after recovering Mitsuo Kubo from the TV world. It also ends on a cliff hanger, showing a teaser of Shadow Naoto being projected on the screen.

It takes up a speedy recapitulation of the hero’s spring life, before slowing down and showing in depth his school life in summer. A day before Morooka-sensei’s death, there is a little skit with Kou, Daisuke and Adachi. The hero walks into the conversation before the two other boys leaving, and Morooka-sensei walking in on the student and detective. The next day follow’s the teacher’s death and the Investigation Team (IT) begin investigating their new lead.

From the words “visual” and “alive,” the niche of this stage was meant to be the fusion of live acting and visual digital projections. All seen from the stageplay with the colorful cast of actors and CG animations being projected on the screen. This offers an opportunity for characters to summon their personas, perform cool visual effects, change the backdrop, or even confront their own Shadows.

Performed in Sunshine Theater from the 15th to the 20th of March 2012. The screenplay was written and directed by Shintaro Asanuma from the theatrical group “bpm.” The video production produced by Shutaro Oku, a film director and visual planner. He later takes over as director for VISUALIVE THE EVOLUTION, the sequel stage. The stage music was produced by Shunsuke Wada, with a special show exclusive vocal track sung by Shihoko Hirata.

On this note, I haven’t seen any sort of original soundtrack released for any of the stages and I’m SO SAD. The last song in Mitsuo’s boss fight was such a BANGER and literally EVERYTHING ELSE Marvelous, Wadasan please take my MONEY

Regarding the cast, there were some special accommodations for Teddie, Rise, and Nanako, all of which did not have live actors at the time. During the casting, actors for the three characters could not be found or simply left the directors unsatisfied they couldn’t cast anybody. An exception for Rise, who was able to have a live actor in the sequel stage. It has been stated that there weren’t any “pretty boy” actors that fit the “Teddie Criteria.” While there weren’t any child actors that were believed to portray Nanako well.

Teddie was only ever seen in his bear costume while Rise was busy talking through a call, all voiced by their video game cast. Nanako has never appeared on stage, only being scarcely mentioned in the script. Again, this is different in the sequel stage where her role was extremely important and was shown as a screen projection.

VISUALIVE “Persona 4” THE EVOLUTION. A sequel stage. Beginning abruptly in the middle of Shadow Naoto’s boss fight, the story continues from there until the “true end” of the game’s original story. *Certain characters are introduced while others have been reintroduced. And on a personal note, when it’s all comedic in the beginning, it’s all for what’s coming right after.

I don’t know if I’m salty or just find it really funny AHAHA I might go talk abt it some other day with more context ehehe

Performed in The Galaxy Theater from the 3rd to the 9th of October 2012, only a few months after the PSVITA Persona 4 Golden release, which is July 2012. The screenplay was now written by Jun Kumagi while directed by Shutaro Oku. And music production finally taken over by Shoji Meguro himself.

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HAHAHA this is starting to look like a wiki page. moving on. I might start rambling rn

(warning LONG !!!! aaa,,)

My thoughts on the stage adaptations. For the first Visualive (VL) I believe it’s pretty close to canon! I enjoy the characterization and how much love and care was present when handling the entire production.

Actors were busy playing the game itself, wherein a PS2 was present in the practice room. Along with magazines and game guides explaining the game’s story and the characters itself. Actors performing together and even improv acting together to get a grasp of their characters. All of them knowing well of Persona 4 as a well loved game, delicately handling their characters and hopefully performing them right while making the audience happy.

The staff taking care of each other while the director and video producer, Asanuma-san and Oku-san, working together well to make their vision into a reality.

The same thing happened with VL the Evolution (VLE) and literally every other good stage. Except... I feel the script kinda got out of hand with too much liberty where it feels a bit more disconnected from canon. But! It makes up for it in its content, whether comedic or (INCREDIBLY) dramatic! It’s great as its own story at that point. So in this case, I like to take the first VL and get to connect it canon, while I don’t know what the hell happened in VLE to the point I’ll just enjoy it as its own content.

These opinions deserve its own essay, post whatever bc I have SO much to say abt this. ANYWAY. VL ADACHI

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Tohru Adachi is portrayed by Masami Itou (伊藤マサミ), a screenplay writer, director and an stage actor himself. He does have a single character voice role along with a fellow troupe member in the same franchise, but mostly works as the former three. He is part of Asanuma-san’s entertainment group “bpm.” On a similar note, Masashi Taniguchi, Dojima’s actor, was also part of their group from 2011 to 2016, which may explain their good synergy as the boss and the bumbling fool dynamic. I mean, somebody’s gotta get hit in the head every few skits.

With Masami-san being an important part of the cast, he doesn’t appear as often as Taniguchi-san in backstage content like the VL bonus disk or the official blog. Mentioned in his own personal blog, he had been busy with his roles as assistant director (I am assuming also for VL).

Also fun to note, because his role is mainly comic relief, he has been using his liberty to change up the material almost everyday making each performance exciting. This also leaves some other actors jealous of his freedom in his role, such as Saotome-san, Daisuke’s actor.

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VL Adachi really has a... how do I say this? an adorable speech pattern (THE SAME SPEECH PATTERN THAT DROVE ME MAD TRYING TO DECIPHER I THOUGHT YOU WERE A CITY BOY OSSU OSSU MY ASS /shakes you violently/). Overall, he really fits the loose lipped bumbling fool, and his accent really makes him seem more casual and invested. What I’m saying is... VL Adachi either actually has genuine empathy or he actually has more energy to fake it (compared to some other edgelord. i mean you saw my p4ga analysis. I’m sick of him lol ahaha).

One of my favorite ways to explain this (OTHER THAN CHAIR CAR ADVENTURE MY BELOVED WE’LL GET TO THAT LATER) is the rice field scene with him and Dojima. It’s overanalyzation time 🎉

(43:04)

While investigating, Adachi whines about being tired while Dojima smacks him in the head. In this case, it’s established that Adachi doesn’t want to be there, yes? It’s the country, it’s hot and it smells like green.

"Ah... Dojima-san..! Why don't we take a break? (...) There really is nothing out here... Is the criminal still even here at all? (...) I wonder if I've passed being a rookie yet. Haha, but this city doesn't even have convenient transportation. I can't go to leisure lands (recreation, amusement parks, arcades, ect.) and head home at all."

Adachi then tries to tell Dojima a story. “when I got to this city after being newly assigned, I met an interesting guy (...) Yeah, I remember that the cherry blossoms haven't bloomed yet. So, I was driving my car and got near the station and--” Dojima gets a phone call.

Adachi politely puts his hands down waiting for his boss to finish so he can finish the story. Again and again, Adachi attempts to talk to Dojima about a story he’s so persistent trying to tell someone about. It was so 面白い that he would find someone to talk to about it. Even being polite and patient enough to wait for a chance to speak. He even gets fed up with it and blows up in front of his boss, clearly irritated he’s not given a chance to talk.

Sure, it could be Adachi feeling fed up like a normal person where someone agreed he to listen to him, before being constantly ignored. Or Adachi trying to be a more annoying whiny brat, depending on where you look at it.

If the story wasn’t too “interesting” to Adachi, he would’ve just brushed it off and stopped talking to Dojima entirely, or start up new small talk, or even complain some more. But no, he had a story he wanted to voice out so bad that he got irritated that the one person in the vicinity couldn’t listen to him.

Only after Dojima told him to continue their investigation elsewhere did Adachi finally stop and focus on something else. Maybe that story was for another day, or maybe it was never meant to be told.

What if it was just original (game) Adachi? He’d find a way to squirrel out of the investigation as usual, or push Dojima to “investigate” elsewhere. “Hey boss, don’t you think it’s hot? Why don’t we go elsewhere? We’ve seen this place too many times to count and I doubt anything new’ll turn up. How about we take a break at Junes, y’know? Where it’s cool? C’mon boss,” something like that.

og Adachi is just really annoying and silly to me. Some grown man thinking he can freeload because he never gets anything out of putting in more energy and effort? I don’t care how tall he is, I will smack him in the head.

Yeah VL Adachi whines, too, but at least it doesn’t look like he’s going to escape and waste his time somewhere else. He just sucks it up stops trying to leave the situation.

Or maybe I’m getting this all wrong and VL is exactly the same and my rage just gets dampened because of Masamisan’s execution of character hmm...

SO. What was his story about anyway? The one he really wanted to share to Dojima?

I mean... it’s obvious enough

First day in town? Spring? Actually mentioned driving a car when literally out of every single persona 4 media at the time was there not a SINGLE mention of Adachi having a car OTHER THAN the same stageplay it’s being mentioned in?

A story, from somewhere around uhh four? five months ago? was something that he remembered so dearly and was willing to share despite it obviously embarrassing him even if he puts the blame on a certain somebody in the same story?

Or maybe it’s because he really had nothing to talk about ever since he realized all his stories from the city weren’t actually that funny or interesting in the first place.

BUT then that would mean out of all the things he could talk about—more whining, complaining, complimenting, small talk—he insisted about talking about this story in particular.

Okay, look. I’m just. Just. As someone who talks too much, of course I have things I actually want people to hear out of all the bullshit that comes out of my mouth. And if the thing I actually want people to listen to doesn’t even get heard, I’d go mad.

Sure, Adachi’d be fine when his complaints or intentionally unfunny jokes get brushed off. But a story of a guy that he thought was so funny, interesting, 面白い gets ignored, he really blew up, even just for a split second, maybe.

And ALL the things that happened in that story—on his first day in Inaba! His car got dented, he had to deal with a weirdo dumbass employee that knew zero personal space, yelled in his ear, who didn’t know how to do their job, got his station reputation messed up on the first day, got his ass grabbed, got (unintentionally?) mocked for his lame stories, and got his car dented for the SECOND time. Probably MORE

And he STILL wanted to talk about it /punches through concrete wall/

yes I’m overthinking about this of course i am

This little tidbit of VL Adachi kinda makes me go insane sometimes—his entire characterization in VL in particular. It was really refreshing to see and how they included both of his characters in it, his facade and how irritated he is of a lot of things underneath. And how flexible his character is immediately working with other characters when there’s sudden improv to balance the situation. Like him and Dojima, Morooka, the attendant, or even Yuuya (hero) himself.

I’ll take Taniguchi-san’s messing around in the VL bonus backstage disc in place of Masami-san being so busy he couldn’t appear in it as often as other characters.

For stagetime that lasted for fifteen minutes or less, my appreciation for VL Adachi, even if he was just comic relief, really rocketed. I say VL, bc Adachi the edgelord he’s supposed to be in literally every other media is something I analyze separately.

I haven’t even gotten to VLE oh my GODDDDD

Like I said, I don’t really regard VLE close to canon but as something to be appreciated for what it is by itself. But the way Adachi was characterized there, in or out of character, still struck me.

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Yes, there was his strange fan-agreed-canon which is,,, now canon obsession with cabbages (not that that’s a bad thing lmao). There was also him being a lot more jumpy and intimate in a clowny way, patting people on the shoulder or even downright hugging them just to mess around. Even FORGETTING who the same goddam loser who grabbed his ass almost a year ago is. But like, can’t blame him they literally changed their actor (and screenplay writer) AHAHAHA

ha... no more comedy, only dorky sword fights now

(speaking of sword fights I think it’s a fun thought how Mamiya-san [Izanami, also one of the youngest in the cast] admitted it was his first time doing sword fight choreography and even thanked Masami-san and other staff members for guiding him)

One thing unintentionally in character was Adachi accidentally nabbing the sushi overdosed in wasabi. Masami-san didn’t actually account for a joke sushi and didn’t immediately eat it—until Taniguchi-san (who also made Dojima go off his shits compared to VL) jokingly yelled at him and even riled up the audience for him to eat it. He even went off stage to get water just for him to eat the goddam sushi.

And Masami-san did! (kinda choked, but he’s fine).

Continuing from the same scene, while being overly giddy about sushi dinner (and I mean overly--he was singing about it while hopping to the Dojima residence), he tried to remind the two, Dojima and Hayato (hero), that Nanako was sleeping. Probably where she was sick if the scene was translated from the game.

(30:07)

And... the dramatic parts of VLE

Adachi was the one who reported to the IT that Dojima was chasing Namatame in the rain. While Naoto was discussing Namatame’s journal entries, Adachi, as giddy as he is, took it from Naoto’s hands and reveled in the discovery of evidence so childishly(?). He even ran to Dojima when he began regaining consciousness and immediately called the nurses to help him wheel Dojima to the ER.

Then, The Hospital Scene™️, right after Nanako flatlines.

(1:02:02)

Adachi, who recently walked into the scene, immediately worries about Dojima and IT who were ALL crying. He looks down, devastated—before yelling how Dojima’s heading to Namatame’s room.

He yells in terror and the same grief at his injured boss, all while running past and even jumping over children, who fell to the ground sobbing, to get to him. He continues yelling in a pained fashion while immediately reprimanding Dojima to stop. He gets carried by the collar before being tossed to the ground at Hayato’s feet, all while being pat by the same boy.

Dojima makes his speech about how unfair it is for the ‘killer’ to be alive when his daughter isn’t. When he finally falls to his knees, Adachi rises from the ground, humbly saying he’ll do his best to take care of Dojima (or something like that I’m in tears I literally can’t do VLE’s hospital scene i h8 this). He finally starts crying along with everyone else, being pushed away again but still tries again, trying to usher his boss away from the door.

With the help of the guard in front of the door, they all disappear off stage

please... I know this scene doesn’t need that much translation because of how important this scene is in the entire story. and I know my narratives aren’t enough so just,,,, just watch it please it’s so much more than this. everyone’s acting was just spectacular

(1:08:47)

So, after the IT (YOSUKE. JUST YOSUKE. good job Mae-chan) stop themselves from k wording Namatame, it was ADACHI who reported Nanako’s miracle recovery. He ran to the same corridor where they all cried in, even panting and falling to the ground in relief trying to report the good news. Then he pats Hayato on the shoulder and says he’s going to Dojima.

With this... /slaps roof of half of VLE/ ALL of this....adachi.... adachisan.... he Cares™️..... holy shit.....

now. comparing to the game. do you even remember what og Adachi did? did he.. even do anything?????

(56:39)

NO!!! he just stood there!!!! being a bumbling fool but.... inappropriately!!! man. he didn’t act concerned enough.

adachi: /walks into a bunch of kids crying outside a hospital room/ “lmao why tf are y’all crying? did uhhh what’s her face uhhh nanako. did she d word or something? rip, I guess lol” LIKE????? CAN YOU IMPLY FASTER

and then he’s like “wgat hmm Where’s Dojima-san Heading Because That’s Not The Way To His Room 🤔” and only when he’s asked he actually mentions he’s heading to Namatame’s room and still needs to get choked by a first year for the room number like..... zero consideration

and his boss??? where his daughter he loves so much just??? di*s???? and he’s so devastated he’s doing what he can that very moment while he’s so numbed of thinking of the consequences???? And adachi goes “uhh boss that’s illegal” LIKE. BITCH. /punches through a concrete wall but harder/

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And??? His confrontation scene??? Like, I know they mashed it up w his tv confession scene to save stagetime for other scenes BUT IT WAS SO MMBMBMBMMGN /gestures in a good way/

(1:15:56)

UM?? guy behind everything??? in a vulnerable area where he could easily get physically assaulted bc hes not in the tv world w his persona?? Trash talks women like he absolute misogynist he is??? getting yelled at by a bunch of kids and YELLING BACK IN THE SAME AGITATED MANNER even TAUNTING THEM then and there to GET HIS ASS?????

og Adachi was such a pussy he got caught and just scurried off into the TV world where he ended up having powers like...ok....scared of getting beat down by a bunch of highschoolers unless you have powers...ok....

he only taunted them to get him when he was in the tv world too.....he rlly couldn’t say shit in the real world huh... lol

(yeah yeah this shows how VLE Adachi knew abt his TV world powers which would make you think if he ever went into the tv world and came back out alive. Or he’s really just a badass who doesnt give a shit abt anyone’s opinions and CAN beat anyone’s ass. i have a separate thing abt this but bc i like to laught at vle rather than overthink its own lore i might. not. idk lol)

and ??? VLE Adachi can??? He can swordfight??? he doesn’t even NEED a gun—he even reflects bullets w his blade (but apparently he can still get slapped by a flying fan more often than any other attack). His fight choreo was just...so poggers. He’s like short villains done good—like??? he’s short compared to everyone else!!! but he makes up for it for stuffing all the energy inside him while is bursts out making him him the over energetic gremlin he is!!! go VL adachi!!!!

(am I low key making fun of Madono-san in the TUUSH stageplay I’ve seen four minutes of? maybe)

OK!!! Yes I was gushing abt Masami-san again back to Adachi.

It’s portrayed that while not being afraid to admit his crimes, he also goes out of his way to be a bastard and have the gall to get a bunch of kids to fight him, one on eight. He can use a katana, probably a narrative dark reflection of the hero, Hayato which I thought was nice—and he can fight!!! It also shows his persona, yes, but...it doesn’t make it clear if he’s overwhelmed by his Shadow like in the game, where his eyes were yellow and he was emitting a dark aura.

But it gets interesting how he sees he’s getting overwhelmed and starting to lose his edge towards a bunch of kids. He falls to the ground even banging the floor like a whiny brat while literally the IT tries to tell him to turn himself in. Again, like a brat he tells everyone to shut up—before getting incapacitated. While some of the IT rejoice, he bolts up unaccepting of his defeat—before getting hit in the stomach.

(1:23:54)

And his words from when he drops his katana, “Why..?” He grabs the foldable chair against his stomach, and with a remorseful look in his eyes, he says “I’m sorry..!”

THEN HE BACKFLIPS—then Hayato slashes him.

In a tone of disbelief, he goes “no way...” and collapses to the ground, being possessed by Ame-no-Sagiri.

Blah blah blah then Teddie rockets himself into the eyeball spy cam and then they both explode aaaaa

Teddie survives but I really don’t know where Adachi went. Not even a mention by Dojima if he turned himself in or was ever found—or I need to review VLE for the 48274827482nd time hehe

WHOO then the whole cast appears for the dance number at the end of show YAHOO

[whattodowithkpop]

End of 2020 Recap (Lio Admin)

Thank you @promisesox​ for adding me into your favorite creators from this year! I am going to take the challenge! 

First creation and most recent creation of 2020:

I went through my archive and it’s a little confusing because I posted some stories I had written years ago at the beginning of the year. But my official first fanfic I wrote for 2020 was What Is Personal Space? with Mingi of ATEEZ. I had just gotten into Ateez and my friend biased Mingi so I wrote it for her just before we went to Chicago to go see Seventeen.

My last creation of 2020 is a fic that has not been published yet titled ‘Make Up Artist In Training’ with Jun of A.C.E. It will come out at the beginning of the year in 2020.

One of your favorite creations from 2020:

It’s so hard to pick just one favorite. I have many different favorite for many different reasons. so ONE of my favorites that I wrote for this year was After A Long Day with Byeongkwan from A.C.E. The emotions I felt when writing it and even when I read it now are the emotions I want from all my fluffy fanfics, so it’s one of my favorites.

A creation you’re really proud of:

I’m really proud of Sketchbook with Seyoon from A.C.E. I wrote it for a friend and I worked hard on it so I could gift her a good fanfic, so it’s one that I feel immense pride for when I read it.

A creation that took you forever:

I am still currently writing a fanfic called ‘Circuits and Wires’ that I started mid 2020. It is taking forever to finish but I’m very excited for it when it’s done.

A creation from 2020 that received the most notes:

The highest noted fanfic that was CREATED IN 2020 is I Look Forward To Holding You Close with Seonghwa from Ateez. It received 48 notes 🥰.

A creation you think deserved more notes:

I’m floored with the amount of notes everything got anyway, but one I would’ve liked to see get more is When The Clock Strikes 12 with Minghao of Seventeen. I was very excited about that fanfic and even @woozisnoots made an awesome banner for it! So I wish it could’ve gotten more, but I was still very happy with the turn out!

A new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it:

Ju and I both joined the A.C.E fandom this year. Her and I have written well over 100 fanfics and created about 10-15 back grounds for all the members of A.C.E. Another amazing fanfic I was proud of with A.C.E was Photographer’s Paradise With Chan from A.C.E. It was just a fun, cheeky fanfic to write!

A creation you made that breaks your heart:

Back in 2017 I wrote a fanfic called ‘Fade’ with Mingyu from Seventeen. It is angst because it has a major character death. I wrote part 2 of ‘Fade’ in 2020. It hasn’t been published, just because I don’t really think it would be enjoyed and it adds nothing to the series of ‘Fade’. I only wrote it for a challenge presented by The Carat Writers Club but it was never posted. It broke my heart to revisit the ‘Fade’ universe.

A simple creation that you really love:

‘That’s Not My Name’ with Young K from Day6. I wrote it based off a prompt list I found. It hasn’t been posted yet and it’s only a few words, but it’s so simple and I still adore it greatly.

A creation that was inspired by another one:

I get inspiration from other content creators all the time!! I can’t think of one right off the top of my head, but it happens a lot! A lot of times I get inspired by writing styles more than anything. 

A favorite creation created by someone else:

The Real Thing with Dino from Seventeen. Katrina did an amazing job on this fanfic and I love that she did it. I think her life got really busy and yet she still finished it and it was a masterpiece. It is one of my favorites from this year.

Some of your favorite content creators from the year:

For Fanfics I have a few: @dalgonachan @thekidultlife @februaryflowers @fallinnflower @tearsofsyrup @promisesox @rq-s @writtenstars0428 

For Art and Backgrounds and Blog Layouts: @wowpaper @blackandbluemv @johajaho @choicetwt

And for good measure, another couple more creations of yours that you love: 

Hmmmm… Which ones do I love?

Winner Takes All with Jun and Donghun from A.C.E was amazing cause it was Ju and I’s first collaboration and it was so much fun.

If You Love Someone Let Them Go with S. Coups from Seventeen was a heartbreaking angst that I tried to ignore, but I had to write it and it became one of my favorites.

When The Sweater Paws Come Off with Yunho from Ateez was one I was very proud of because I felt like I captured his duality well XD.

I Only Want To Slow Dance WIth You Is not my best fanfic, but it was my first A.C.E one and I love it for that reason.

Tagging:

Anyone who wants to do it! Especially the ones I tagged for favorite content creators!

[hyenahunt]

Obbligato: The Punishment of Kaname Tojo - 4

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring, two years ago

Characters: Jun, Kaname

Proofreading: Remi + 310mc (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: Peace & hyenahunt

Kaname: Would you ever listen to someone who told you to stop breathing? What if they tried to force you to stop instead?

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Jun: And here I'd thought that guy —

That Tojo was the only one different from those fucking lowlifes...

Kaname: How many times have I told you to refrain from calling me by that name?

Jun: ...Tojo. Or well, sorry, it's HiMERU, huh?

Jun: Somehow, I'm still not quiiite used to the concept of a stage name, see. It feels kinda awkward.

Kaname: Don't misunderstand, Sazanami.

Jun: Say that again?

Kaname: I just don't want you to make the same foolish mistake you did before. Don't ever barge your way into another Special Student classroom, understood? What a nuisance.

Jun: ...What're you going on about after pulling that shit on me?

Kaname: You wanted to talk to me, didn't you?

Go ahead, then. I'll hear you out.

Jun: Acting like you're all that as usual, huh?

Kaname: I owe you one from back then. Guiding me to the catacombs and all.

I'm simply returning the favor. I'm not ungrateful, you know.

Jun: Huh, so that's how it is. ...Haha, guess I really can't bring myself to hate you.

Kaname: I don't care if you like me or not, Sazanami.

Jun: ...So why'd ya suddenly feel like hearing me out now?

Kaname: I would have heard you out earlier, if there were no one else around...

But you came into a classroom in which only Special Students were permitted to enter. There, you were surrounded by those who hate you Non-Special Students with every fiber of their being.

Simply looking down on you all was the extent of their contempt...

But due to Tatsumi-senpai's actions, they've turned their disdain into detestation.

Jun: So you're blaming Kazehaya-senpai too, aren'tcha.

Kaname: It's the truth, after all. The group that Tatsumi-senpai's leading has been monopolizing almost every single job opportunity that comes our way.

The idol industry's in a recession, so I think everyone's considering those who are more "able" to do their jobs consistently than those who aren't.

But the more jobs "Tatsumi Kazehaya" takes on as a group, the less work there is for everyone else.

Originally, the only idols who were given work were Special Students. Only we were the ones who were entitled to debuting and receiving jobs.

But Tatsumi-senpai chose to ignore such a fundamental fact and instead hogged every opportunity for his own "company", which employed more Non-Special Students than not.

As a result, the Special Students are seeing their jobs being stolen away by the very people they've always looked down on — it's so frustrating, it turns their discontent to hatred.

Humans naturally hate those who invade their space and take what is rightfully theirs.

Jun: Seems more to me like they got what's been coming to 'em. It's like they're getting punished for how much they've looked down on Non-Specials and treated 'em like shit all this time.

Kaname: No one thinks of it like that. All the Special Students really believe they're living good, just lives.

They live brilliantly by trampling the Non-Special Students beneath them.

They're Special Students, after all. They far exceed their lower counterparts. They were judged as such by their grades during admission.

They don't have any issue with stepping on those below them, being of the elite.

There aren't many who feel guilty for the livestock slaughtered for their pork and beef. Some maybe, but they're in the minority.

But they don't see anything fundamentally wrong with eating meat. They've paid a fair price for it, so there's no issue.

It isn't a sin to eat meat, after all. In fact, it's our justly given right to.

And in line with that way of thinking, Special Students believe it their "natural right" to trample on the Non-Special Students they despise.

That's why, frustrating it may be, they mean no ill by it.

It comes as naturally to them as breathing.

Kaname: Would you ever listen to someone who told you to stop breathing? What if they tried to force you to stop instead?

You'd tell them off, wouldn't you?

That's how the Special Students feel.

To them, Tatsumi-senpai and his band of Non-Special Students are foreigners invading their territory, taking what is "rightfully theirs".

Jun: ...Huh, you really have gotten smarter in the time we haven't talked, HiMERU.

Kaname: What do you mean by that? I've always been smart.

... Though it isn't something worth bragging about. I'm only parroting another's words.

Jun: Parroting whose words?

Kaname: Someone I respect very much, who I look to as a guide.

Jun: And I'm asking just who that is... Is it Kazehaya-senpai?

I mean, it seems like you've been frequenting the Catacombs ever since the first time I showed you the way to 'em.

Though you've been a Special Student all along save for that brief time, I heard you listened to what he had to say with more dedication than anyone else.

That you were more passionate 'bout him for him than any Non-Special... to the point one could even call you a fanatic.

Kaname: I won't deny that, it's true.

However, don't lump me in with the rest of those "followers" of his.

I'm not some devotee of Tatsumi-senpai's simply because I visited him often, you know.

I was just doing as I was told so that I'd be able to accomplish my goals as fast as possible.

Jun: And like I keep asking, who's been telling you to do all that...?

Kaname: I can't tell you. It goes against our contract.

I have to follow his every word to the letter, or else I'll make another mistake and be punished for it again.

In fact, it was because of him that I was able to climb back to where I belong! I'm forever grateful for his help.

Jun: Who the hell is this guy even...?

Kaname: Heehee. To me, he's alike to God.

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[justasparkwritings]

Codename Cupid: Chapter 23

Previous: Cricket & OT7, Return to Sender

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x OFC

Genre: Secret AgentAU, Government AgentAU, Angst, Some Fluff

Rating: PG15

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Consensual Sex 

Summary: Black Panther & Codename Cupid meet, Golden Maknae & Black Panther attempt to find a solution 

OR 

What happens when you're confronted with an undeniable lie you've been telling for nearly a year?

(like ... it’s hella long and I only love like... part of it) 

Codename Black Panther Meets Codename Cupid  

Present Day

           It’s awkward, sitting in your office knowing a team of high level, highly intelligent men sit no more than a block away, surveying your every move. Taehyung and Jimin are in their truck, the bugs they’d planted months ago still in use, their sight line into my office unobstructed. So what do you do when you’re under surveillance? No more rapping Childish Gambino at the top of my lungs, no more dancing to ABBA when I’m tired of sitting… No more pretending to work and billing hours when I’m reading conspiracy theory blogs. No more making out with Jungkook when he stops by or whispering filth into his ear when our temperatures are escalating and the need for each other surpasses the need for air.

           I have to remind myself what the most important aspect of being under surveillance is: Act like you aren’t.

           Cupid enters my office in what I can only describe as a knockout outfit, head to toe Chanel, complete with a Birkin and what I can only assume are Hermes sunglasses. She looks stunning, more so than usual.

           “Euna, so good to see you,” I say, gesturing for her to sit. She glances at the chair and shakes her head.

           “For how much I pay you, you should be able to afford nicer furniture,” She hums.

           “Can I get you a water?” I ask, the anger attempting to pull my smile from my lips.

           “Please, Pellegrino?”

           “Yes, lemon and regular,” I inform her.

           “Lemon please,” She says. Cupid takes her sunglasses off and waits patiently for me to return.

           “We have a few updates to discuss,” I tell her. “I have done a little more research on the –

           “I came here to tell you that I will no longer be needing your service,” Cupid interrupts.

           “I’m sorry, have I done something?” I ask, surprise willingly seeping through my features. “I know we had a tense conversation the last time you stopped by, but I didn’t think you wanted me to stop my work.”

           “I have done some digging on my own and have come to the conclusion that it’s incredibly unprofessional of you to engage with Jeon Jungkook in a manner that is far more than casual lovers. He is not who he says he is, and I will not have you investigating your own boyfriend.”

           “Euna, how do you know?”

           “I have my sources,”

           “I thought I was your source,” I counter.

           “You are,”

           “Then, who else are you working with?” I ask again.

           “That is not for you to know,”

           “Okay, but you are clearly mad at me, or frustrated with me, specifically regarding my love life, which is not up for discussion. I want to fix whatever is causing this, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me.” My voice reaches the gravel pit my Speech Therapist told me is unhealthy, ravaging my vocal cords. I can’t tell what her end game is, but I know mine.

           “I do not feel comfortable with him being near my family and being with you means he is. I won’t associate with someone so…,” Cupid scolds me, unable to finish her thought. “Further, I believe you have gone above and beyond what I initially requested, and I am satisfied with the work you have done.”

           “Why is my relationship with Jungkook so-

           “You have love in your eyes,” She says. I gnaw at the dead skin of my bottom lip. “You are no longer leading this investigation with a clear head, and I need someone whose mind isn’t filled with hope to get to the bottom of this. However he knows them, Jeon Jungkook is dangerous.”

“If you tell me, I can ensure he isn’t. We’ve been together for a while, Euna, he isn’t, he isn’t whatever you think he is,” I could easily be lying, in this moment, I have no idea who Jungkook is.

           “Be careful, Y/N, you do not know what they’re capable of.”

           “Euna,” I start again. How does she know he knows them? What intel does she have that I so clearly do not? “What are they capable of?”

           “You don’t want to find out. Here is your last check, bonus included for your exceptional work. I do have one request.” Cupid stands, slipping her shades back over chocolate eyes.

           “Okay?” I ask, standing to mirror her.

           “Burn it all,”

           “Burn it?”

           “Whatever documentation you have from my time working with you, it would be in your best interest to burn it,” Euna chooses her words carefully, a trait of being a CEO. I swallow thickly, nodding my head.

           “Okay, and Euna?” I ask.

           “Hmm?”

           “I’m sorry this wasn’t everything you wanted it to be, and that I couldn’t find Yoongi,” I concede.

           “Oh, don’t apologize. I would be a terrible businesswoman if this was the end of my plans.” Replacing her frown with a gentle smile, she walks towards the door. “When you see Min Yoongi, tell him I’ll be waiting.”

           “What makes you think I’ll be seeing Min Yoongi?”

           “Oh Y/N, I have a little faith.”

           I watch her leave and decide that banging my head against a wall regarding what Cupid knows and I don’t is worthless. I guarantee Namjoon has another file waiting for me with all the answers to the questions he’s assuming I’m going to ask. He isn’t wrong, I do have a million questions, ones for Jungkook, ones for Namjoon, about nine million for Yoongi, and a few for Jimin. Yoongi was so smug, arrogant, rude, a complete ass hole. I hate him. But I also deeply respect his game. I also completely understand why Jun-Seo fell for Jimin, he is by far the most gorgeous man I have ever seen up close, next to Taehyung. And Jungkook. In person? Holy fuck, Park Jimin can fucking get it.

           Speaking of the man in question, who is now a suspect to Euna, is waiting patiently for me when I come home. Jungkook’s not stalking in the darkness, slinking through the night to find me, catching me off guard once I close the front door. He’s silent in his approach, waiting patiently for me. But tonight, either in an effort to smooth things over or out of the pure goodness of his heart, he’s home. He’s got takeout waiting on the table, glasses of water and booze sitting in the appropriate places, necessary silverware set in place. This isn’t fucking Thanksgiving, it’s a goddamned Thursday night. He himself is waiting patiently on the couch, lying down, eyes closed and soft snores coming out of his mouth. He looks cozy in ripped jeans and a sweatshirt, his hair growing long again, bleached, a look I was thoroughly against until I laid eyes on him.

           Walking. Sex.

           That’s the only way I can describe him.

           “Go home,” I purposefully slam the door, jolting him from his slumber.

           “I am home,” He responds.

           “I can’t do this with you,”

           “We need to talk,” he sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes.

           “I don’t want to talk right now, JK, I want to go to sleep,”

           “JK?” His eyebrows raise to say hello to his hairline.

           “Yes, I don’t want to talk, go home.”

           “Cricket, you haven’t eaten dinner yet,” He reminds me.

           I can feel the tears prickling again, the ones I’d shed in front of OT7, the ones I’d born in the car, the ones I’d been bottling up for the last thirty-six hours, trying to not be so obviously heartbroken as I stared Lee Euna down. I’m too sad to fight him, so I don’t, letting him stand and guide me to the table where the Thai awaits. Dropping my bag down, I walk through to my bedroom, into the bathroom and shut the door.

           “I’m showering first,” I call, ignoring the protest in his eyes as I walked away.

           It’s a little too spot on to blast Adele, but I don’t fucking care. I turn it as loudly as my neighbors will tolerate and sing my sorrows. Tears mixing with cleanser, the poetry of their juxtaposition not lost as Adele fades into Ben Platt, and I’m sobbing as I release the words, noticing the magnitude of the change of phrase:  

Now my heart is in your hands, please don't give it up / This is not a temporary love / This is not a temporary love / No, this is not a temporary love / Now your heart is in my hands, please don't give it up

           I know Jungkook will be waiting for me to finish showering, and I know he’ll be ready to listen. He’ll beat himself up over whatever I say, he’ll listen when my voice raises, when it cracks, when it shakes. He always does. I guess that’s the thing about Jungkook, no matter how inexperienced he feels about loving someone, taking care of them, supporting them, he always does it and does it well. He shows up, even when he feels like he can’t. It’s been over a year, never once have I doubted his dedication, his steadfast love, not when he walked into the meeting with OT7, or when he tried to follow me after, or in the voicemails and texts he’s left since. I’ve never doubted Jungkook.

           I shuffle from the warmth of my bathroom towards the kitchen table, where Jungkook is sitting.

           “I reheated your plate,” Jungkook says. He’s sitting quietly, eyes full and downcast.

           “Thanks,”

           “Do you want to eat then talk, or talk first?” He offers the two options, knowing which I’ll pick.

           “Eat,” I sit across from him, noting how he placed my food as far from him as possible, a notable decision that not only highlights how deeply he knows me, but that he still fucking cares. “You ate already?”

           “I, yeah, I couldn’t wait,” He’s shy, a blush on his cheeks.

           “Why? You always wait,”

           “I’ve been on a small mission for the last twenty-four hours, no food, and I’ve been so anxious about us that I just… Seeing you just made all that stress disappear, so I ate,” Jungkook tells me. He sniffles, his tears starting to fall.

           “A small mission?”

           “Mm, to find out what happened to Bow and Arrow in 2012 and 2014 respectively,” He answers.

           “Did you find out?”

           “Yeah, but, well, you haven’t been onboarded. But one of our rules is that you don’t discuss work outside of headquarters,”

           “Right, sure, makes sense,” I nod. I glance at him again, nose red, tears still falling. “I can’t eat if you’re crying.”

           “I’ll sit on the couch,” He stands and shuffles towards the grey clothed piece I scrimped and saved for. It’s beyond worn out, pills of fabric piled on the edges of cushions, stains from mishaps and craft projects I should’ve done at the table. It’s housed many naps and a few guests. Jungkook looks nestled amongst the pillows.

           I eat my food quietly, trying to figure out what it is exactly that I want to tell him. I’m not entirely sure I know what will come out of my mouth when I have to stare into his Bambi eyes. But I think I know what will come out of his, and I don’t want to hear it.

           “I’m sorry,” Jungkook starts. The dishes are cleared, and he’s waiting patiently for me on the couch. I don’t sit down, just stare at the spot above his head.

           “How long have you known?” It’s better to just rip the bandage off, right?

           “Four months,” Jungkook answers.

           “How long have you known Jimin?”

           “Eight years. How long have you known about my connection to Jimin and Taehyung?”

           “A year,” I whisper. My sin seems far worse than his.

           “A year?” Jungkook’s astonished. “You’re mad at me for a few months that were direct orders when you’ve been what, suspicious for a year?”

           “You lied to me, fundamentally lied about who you are, I asked you for one fucking thing in this relationship, and you broke it.” I yell.

           “Technically, you asked me two things, and I have followed through on both of those.” Why is his voice measured? Why doesn’t he yell when I yell?

           “You lied!” My voice rises another octave, “What was your goal, to perpetuate the lie for as long as possible?”

           “I had a job-

           “I had a job!” I counter.

           “My job requires me to do certain things without asking,” Jungkook’s tears continue to fall. “I asked if I could tell you, and I told you what I could.”

           “You spied on me, gave all my evidence and –

           “I didn’t spy on you,” His teeth are gritted, bunny smile lost to the nasty snare he’s tightened across his lips.

           “Your friends spied on me,” I correct myself.

           “You spied on my friends!” Jungkook countered.

           “Your friends? The men that until two days ago I didn’t know were part of a giant governmental body that’s going to take down the largest conglomerate in the world? Who even are they? Who the fuck do they work for? What the fuck do they even do? I didn’t know you could be a secret organization without like, the federal government or Interpol knowing who you are but to my surprise, you can!”

           Jungkook rolls his eyes, it’s aggressive and sharp, seeing his entire brain as they roll. “I had to lie. You, you knew and didn’t say anything. Why not say something?”

           I sigh, I can tell him why I didn’t say anything, but I can’t tell him why I didn’t say anything. You know?

           “I had no real proof that you really knew them,” I begin, “all I had was a hunch, a reaction they had that made it seem like they knew you. I put a few pieces together, but I didn’t have any real evidence that would hold up in court or against your withering stare. And, what if you were dangerous? OT7 is dangerous, you all could’ve hurt me. Why couldn’t me hiding it be about my safety?”

           “You’re grasping at straws. If you had thought I wasn’t safe to be with, you wouldn’t be here a year later.”

           “Tell me this, Jungkook, why, in front of all of your best friends, did you fucking let Namjoon tear me to pieces? Why, Jungkook, did you not say anything when you were left off my list of romantic partners? Do they not know about us? Do they not know you, we, love each other? Is this not what I thought it was?” Ah, and there the tears are.

           “I wanted to be off the list,” He whispers.

           “Why Jungkook? From where I’m standing, it fucking feels like you’re trying your hardest to erase me, like, like this almost year and a half that we’ve been together means nothing because I’m just a god damn mark. Is that what I am? Have I been reduced to that?”

           “No!” He stands and shakes his head repeatedly.

           “Then who am I to you? Am I your girlfriend? Am I your best friend? Or am I a piece in a larger puzzle that you are trying to solve?” I demand, pausing minutely to gasp for air. “I know what you are to me, I know how I feel about you. All my feelings have done in the last year is grow. I love you more than I did last week, I care about you more deeply than I did when you told me about how you were raised, a slight lie, but still honest. I see us, our life together more clearly than I ever have, but two days ago I.” I let the tears fall, pulling my mascara, never waterproof, and eyeshadow down with them. “I looked like the fool. I was the little girl attempting to play dress up with the fucking Tony Award winning cast of Catch Me if You Can. So, if I’m not the butt of the joke to you, who the fuck am I Jungkook?”

           He wipes his eyes on his sleeves, which have covered his hands and are balled beneath his fingers. I’ve never seen him this upset. I know I’m not prepared for what is going to come out of his mouth.

           “Namjoon tells people that we’re the one who knocks, but we aren’t. We’re the ones who send in the team to knock, we call all the shots, gather all the data, work the case until it is made out of marble. There are no cracks unless we have intentionally left them. We work as a unit, I don’t breathe without Hoseok knowing. I don’t brush my hair without Jimin catching it. We exist because of each other.” He sighs, “I took myself off the list on purpose. Your existence in my life is a threat. People know who I am, and if they know you…”

He shakes his head, a flash of what I experienced a few weeks ago, the idea of not coming home to this, to us… It’s in his eyes and it’s breaking my heart.  

           “I know we can keep you safe. I have full faith that our team will always protect you, but if I’m on that list, if there’s a trail of me to you, or vice versa. We’re at risk. I cannot, and I will not, lose you. I will not let my work put your life at risk, I will not sacrifice myself if it means I won’t come home to you. At the end of the day, isn’t that our promise to each other? I love you, and I am so sorry I lied to you, but my hands were tied. I can’t step out of line without risking everything OT7 is and does. I won’t do it.”

           “I’m not asking you to be a coward,” I whisper.

           “What?” Jungkook asks, for the first time in a few days, his eyes are softening, confusion replacing hurt.            

           "In Charmed, Phoebe asks Cole to back down, and he responds by saying he would do anything for her, except be a coward. He begs, please don’t ask me to be. I’m not asking you to be a coward, Jungkook.”

           “I know you’re not. I asked Namjoon if I could tell you, about my job,”

           “I remember,”

           “I didn’t give specifics about who you are. I didn’t tell OT7 because I didn’t want you to be used in this case, I didn’t want this to be happening. But I walked into the offices and there you were, your photo, your stats, your codename,” A shiver runs over my spine at the mention of a codename, something so intentional, deliberate, precise. They’d taken the time to include me. “I didn’t know that Jimin and Taehyung had been following you for months or had interacted with you. They asked me point blank and I couldn’t lie. I wouldn’t lie about you, you’re too important. Namjoon gave me orders, and I’m obligated to follow them.”

           “You lied to me,” I repeat.

           “You lied to me, too.”

           I stare at him, I don’t know how to fix this.

           “We don’t have to forgive each other, or understand one another or work through it, now or ever. But I think that would be a disservice, a betrayal, of our relationship. You did ask me who you are to me, and the best way to explain it is this,” He grabs a paper off the coffee table and hands it to me, “Namjoon had me write it down.”

           Cautiously I take the paper from him, typed and unedited, it’s longer than I expected. “Is this a twisted love letter?”

           “You could say that,” Jungkook’s soft smile returns.

           “Read it to me,” I hand it back.

           Sniffling, “I’ll keep crying,”

           “Please?” I ask again, sitting on the couch. He nods gently and sits next to me.

           “Can I hold your hand?” He asks. The flames have been handled, dulled to hot embers as we sit, thigh touching thigh, his tattooed covered hand engulfing mine.

           “Y/N and I began dating after meeting in a bar. I was struck by how stunning she was, how much I wanted to understand the flush of her cheeks, the curve of her jaw, the cadence of her laugh. We flirted, and I bought her drink. That first night in her apartment, where I now spend almost all of my time, I was overwhelmed by how much it felt like home… which is insane and I’ve never told her, but that night, I could just see us there, our future, all enfolding in front of me... Her apartment doesn’t turn you away or disinvite you once you’ve arrived, it’s far too warm and cozy, just like her. It’s my favorite place in the world, she’s my favorite place.

            We spent the night laughing, kissing, getting to know each other. It was something in her eyes, in the way she absentmindedly traced my tattoos, how she fell asleep so easily in my arms. The next morning, we got breakfast, and I asked her out for a date on Monday. Dinner and a movie, classic. She let me hold her hand, and skillfully argued why she should pay for dinner. I compromised, she bought the movie tickets and treats. I barely paid attention to the movie, I just wanted to watch her laugh. Since that night, she’s all I ever think about.

           She said she wanted to know what she was going to drown in before she dove in, and I knew in that moment that I loved her. I’ve never heard such poetry spoken, let alone about me, to me, before… She just, she was vulnerable without hesitation. I didn’t understand how she could be so delicate with me, so exposed, so willing to let me in. Her vulnerability welcomed mine, embraced it, and I’ve been loving her ever since.

           I’ve never loved someone quite like her. She is brash, she makes decisions and sticks with them regardless of how difficult they make her life. She works side projects for neighbors, unpaid, to ease their lives. The man she rents her office from has a few kids, and in the summers, she takes a day a week to watch them. She hates cooking and brushes her teeth for over the recommended time because she’s terrified they’ll rot. She buys packs of the same popsicles and never leaves without a full water bottle. She hates sports, would rather sit in silence and stare at a wall than watch a football game, but she’ll check up on the highlights if it matters to me. She listens to the same music on a loop and adds in songs I love to her playlists because she wants to feel close to me, to understand me, to see me.

           I could continue listing all the things about her, that I love, or all the things I love about our relationship… how we compromise, how we talk through our squabbles, how we respect each other, how we can communicate without speaking but know each other’s voice is our favorite sound. I love that she’s perceptive and asks for alone time when she needs to recharge and can sense from the tone in my voice when I need the same. I love how she sees me, listens to me, brings out the parts of me only OT7 knows. Like I said, I could keep writing… but it’s easier to put it this way:

           Y/N is the love of my life, and I will do anything to protect her, to love her, to come home to her every day and every night that she’ll have me.

           I will not break my promise to her. Lock and key.”

           Jungkook sets the paper down and doesn’t look at me. I’m openly balling next to him, sobs ripping through me in quick succession.

           No one has ever loved me like this.

           I’ve only dreamed of love like this, I mean, no one has this, right? He’s offering it to me, no strings attached, no secrets, love for the sake of love. Love without penance or an additional cost to it. Here he is, all ink and doe eyes, holding me, the woman who lied to him, deceived him, was suspicious of him for months, hoping he still holds that love for me.

           “You’re just, you’re the love of my life,” I wail, hands still covering my face as snot gloms onto my palms.

           “Cricket,” Jungkook wraps his arms around me as his tears fall onto my body. “I love you.”

           “I’m sorry I lied, I’m sorry I kept it from you. I just, I didn’t know and I,”

           “Shh, Cricket, it’s okay,”

           “Bunny,” I say, “I’m sorry. I forgive you. You don’t have to forgive me.”

           “I forgive you,” He tells me.

           “You do?”

           “Yes. I’ve watched every member of OT7 lose their relationships, be beaten up over a fake relationship with a mark, giving themselves to someone to have it crumble under direct orders. Jimin is still trying to unravel the Arrow if it all. I didn’t, I didn’t want work to ruin us.”

           “You wouldn’t let it,” I assure him.

           “I wouldn’t, but there’s always the threat,”

           “Are you secretly more cunning than I give you credit for?”

           “Absolutely,” He smirks.

           “I missed you,” I whisper. Can he hear my heartache? We’ve never gone 36 hours apart… not since our first month or two dating. It’s horrible, I hate it.

           “It hasn’t been two days,” His chuckle is light, a sniffle accompanying the sound.

           “I know, I missed you though,” I nuzzle deeper into his side, my nose brushing his neck.

           “I missed you too,”

           “I don’t want to ever fight like that again,” I tell him.

           “I can’t guarantee that we won’t,” He reaches his free arm around his torso, knitting his hands together, solidifying my body to him.

           “Can you promise me something?” I ask.

           “Yes,”

           “I promise not to quote Runaway Bride in its entirety,” I start. “But I will still quote it,” I sit up, eyes swollen and red, finding focus on his marble cut features. “Promise me that when things get tough, when one or the both of us wants out, we’ll remember that we made it through this, and we can make it through anything.”

           “Do you know in your heart that I’m the one for you?” He asks.

           I hate that he leans into my vulnerability, that I’m unable to hide myself from him. I’ve never been able to, not the first night, and not now.

           “I will regret it, every day of my life, if I don’t make you mine,” I recite.

           “Promise me something,” Jungkook starts.

           “The moon and the stars,” I tell him.

           “That you won’t lie to me,” He says.

           “I promise,” I stick my pinky out.

           “You’ll come home to me, always,” He loops his with mine.

           “I promise,” I kiss my right hand, he mimics the gesture. “Do you think, maybe we should –

           “Move in?” He finishes. His gaze holds mine, all hope, no expectations.

           “Yeah,” I nod.

           “Yes, here?” It’s hard to imagine he was just crying, the excitement sweeping over his entire body as he stands up and shakes his fists.

           “Is your lease up?” I laugh, he’s beyond cute.

           “Fuck the lease,” He laughs coming back to the couch. His hands cup my cheeks, fingers gently pressing on my neck, thumb softly caressing my cheeks.

           “Bunny?” I whisper, eyes flicking to his lips.

           “Cricket,” He answers.

           “Lock and key,”

           “Lock and key,”

           “You and me,”

           “You and me,” He leans forward, lips finally meeting. The anticipation of having him in my arms, the ache of his absence over the last day and a half, the unsteady calm of opening your heart to someone… it’s all there in how his lips move against mine, how his tongue gently passes my lips, how his hands move down my body. The opposite of hope is fear, the opposite of pain is joy, as we move together, bodies joining, sweat mixing and names said in pure ecstasy, Jungkook and I solidify what we’ve always known about each other and our relationship.

           Lock and key, him and me.

Next: OT8

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Jin Sibling Au Part 3

Okay before I start on day three of writing the next three pages of this outline I wanted to make a quick note. I noticed that my current blog may not be best place to put my writing in. It is eclectic with humor and politics along with story ideas that I’m still working on. So I may make another blog and just reblog this along with the other Jin Sibling Au. Just a heads up, I just need to come up for a name. 

Welp ¯\_(ツ)_/¯on with the outline 

Meng Yao meets Wen Qing. It takes a bit of finagling, but he convinces her to help him. It takes a lot of finagling! Especially when Wen Ning helps Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian. As far as he knows as long as they can keep Wen Ning safe she is fine helping him. She doesn’t know what he is doing with some information, but she finally gets an idea, but it’s too late. If she tells Wen Rouhan, her brother may suffer the consequences. All she can do is help Meng Yao and hope it helps her in the long run.

Notes: Meng Yao sees how Wen Qing protects her brother while Wen Ning is nothing like her.

He asks Wen Ning if has ever been jealous of Wen Qings forceful personality. Wen Ning say’s no because he knows his sister cares and loves him. In fact, he compares it to a warm blanket of love that he can’t get enough of. Meng Yao thinks it’s too gushy ￣へ￣

This is right after Wen Rouhan’s defeat:

After Wen Rouhan’s defeat, Meng Yao becomes Jin Guangyao. Both brothers have not talked, but Guangyao knows that Jixuan may be upset with him.

The news about Meng Yao formally accepted into the Jin sect is met with mixed reviews. A majority thinks this is wonderful, including Xichen who know’s how hard Meng Yao Jin Guangyao worked to have Sect Leader Jin to acknowledge him.

Nie Mingjue is skeptical but keeps his mouth shut. He still remembers the actions that JGY did.

He tries hard to please his father (he did an excellent job with the banquet) but is conflicted when he’s tasked to ensure the elimination of the last Wens. He speaks to Jin Guangshan that he could not have done this without the help of certain Wen’s but his father would not hear of it.

Jin Guangyao is now hesitant to talk to Jixuan. Jixuan however has become quite stubborn and meets face to face with his brother. They argue first about not sending each other letters (they both agree that maybe it’s pointless to fight about that) Then Jixuan pleads to please be careful about following father’s every whim. He says’s he can talk to mother and convince her to have him under her care.

Guangyao refuses, he knows Madam Jin would rather swallow needles than protect him, and states he just needs to do what father order’s showing he is worthy. He’s trying to convince both his brother and self. Jixuan doesn’t accept his choice and runs off. Guangyao has trouble swallowing the guilt he feels. He shouldn’t feel guilty, after all the Wen’s aren’t family and his brother surely won’t know what he’s about to do, right? He’s now part of the Jin Sect, he can finally spend time with his younger brother and he’s sure he can get father’s love.

Jixuan meets Yanli who is there to help her brother’s. They end up talking which is sweet and say’s he envies Yanli. This makes her confused until he states that even though her brothers are a terror for him, he can see how much they love her and what they will do for her.

Yanli states that yes, her brothers are a handful but they are wonderful to be around with and is grateful to have them in her life.

There is a lot of blushing and Jixuan may have wondered what it is like to hold her hand a lot. Then he remembers that he has yet to give her a formal apology for his accusation during the war. Yeah no, that simple apology is not good enough she deserves better.

Meanwhile, Xichen realizes that Guangyao is upset and suggests that they walk to talk in private. It’s okay, thinks Guangyao, after all it’s great to catch up with a friend.

They end up talking, which leads to a sweet, unexpected kiss. Xichen is excited and confused. He didn’t expect his feelings to lead to this, but it makes him happy. With Guangyao, however, he feels horrified. This will not work. His father will find out and cast him out and the cultivation world will have another reason to look down on him, after all he is the son of a prostitute (seriously his issue with this irks me, but I can see why he is hung up about it. It pisses him off no matter how much he tells Jixuan to not worry about it, however it will still be something that bothers him. I will unleash the sibling love from Jixuan as soon as they both stop arguing!)

Guangyao leaves abruptly, leaving a brokenhearted Xichen. o(TヘTo)

Nie Mingjue still does not trust, even though Lan Xichen tells him that he needs to give Jin Guangyao a chance. Mingjue is quick to bring up how Guangyao is now ignoring him. This does hurt Xichen but makes no comment on it.

In order to ensure that he can keep an eye on his competitors, Jin Guangshan wants Jin Guangyao to talk to them.

In an act of desperation Xichen asks for the vow of brotherhood Mingjue agrees and Guangyao is forced to smile and agree.

Xichen: Want’s to at least have a connection with Guangyao. He may not be interested in him romantically but maybe still be there for him as a friend and show Mingjue  that he is a good person.

Mingjue: Knows that something is going on and believes that Jin Guangyao is planning something.

Guanyao: Follows his father’s wishes to have some sort of alliance and keep an eye on both sects. He refuses to think about that kiss, even though he has taken a few careful glimpses towards Xichen’s direction.

Even though Jixuan is upset with Guangyao, he does end up going to him for advice:

        “Guangyao, I need your assistance!” Jixuan winces. He didn’t mean to make it sound like an order, but for sure his brother can tell not to take it to heart. The courtesy bow proves him wrong.

        “Of course, How may I be of service? (❁^◡^❁)” Jixuan frowns. This was not going how he thought it was going to go. ಠ_ಠ 

        “Stop that!” He orders placing his hands on his brothers arms, maybe a bit too forceful, so he did not have to bow. “I may be mad at you, but you're still my brother, not a servant.” 

         Guangyao surprised but nods. Jixuan goes back to the topic at hand. 

         “Anyway, help me, please.” Guangyao laughs. Jixuan looked embarrassed, it must not be easy for him to also for help, the question is why? He never had trouble asking for help on his education or phrases he did not understand in the common folk. 

          “All right, I will help you, brother. Now what can I do to help.” Guangyao replies, interested to find out why his brother is so nervous.

          “Better! Well, I need help-” he gets nervous visibly, hands behind his back, looking everywhere but Guangyao as he paced back and forth “-normally I go to mother but I don’t want to hear her nag at me again. I know you will too, but it won't sound as irritating.”

          “What does Madam Jin-” Begins Guangyao then instantly puts the pieces together. “Does this have to do about Lady Jiang Yanli?” Jixuan is silent, stopped pacing to look at his brother but his face is red. Guangyao laughs at him and retorts at him.

           “I told you so!” 

           Jixuan looks betrayed and then grumpy. Is this how brothers really interact? You fight with each other, but can still talk to one another and then betray you when you ask for their help?

          Once his teasing is done Guangyao smiles at him. “Tell me what do you need help with exactly?”

         “I need to woo Yanli, I did her wrong and accused her unjustly. I apologized, but only simply. Now I want to do her right, that apology doesn’t feel enough.” Then in a rather meek voice, “Please help me.”

          Something in that voice, how Jixuan is treating him now (no he’s done it before just never in public but wasn’t for the lack of trying) warms his heart. It also reminds him of how Xichen Zewu-jun treats him. No, that’s wrong. Is Jixuan looking up to him? That’s a little ridiculous. Shaking his thoughts away, he agrees to come up with a proper formal apology. Who knew he would seriously take his advice with ‘I’m sorry’. He may need to be careful with his teasing.

Okay, So I wrote more of the outline but still need to figure out some kinks here and there. I almost had a few events mixed in, that I had to consult the wiki. I love the web series, but I am not spending a lot of time going through it. So I do know that Jin Jixuan is older (Thank you @minutemarch for the correction :-D), but in this au universe he is now younger! You can thank my confused self who misread the wiki page and other sources.

So yeah, love interest for both siblings but still a hot mess for all parties involved. After all, Yanli may have received an apology, but after all the indifference she received from Jixuan, he will need Guangyao to help him. Especially with Yanli’s brother’s in her corner ready to defend her. (I don’t mean to make them sound horrible but this is in the point of view of Jin siblings so it comes across that way ಥ_ಥ)

And we are not forgetting Guangyao and Xichen. I feel that it will be extremely angsty at their end too. Tbh I have more written for them but I keep finding myself adding more for Jixuan and Yanli.

Next part: Jixuan tries his hand at helping Guagyao with Xichen... you should probably ask the right people and not the ones who’s sister you’ve made upset.

Note: the next part will be on my new blog @lolmouseywriting

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Boyhood Blues (M/M, Lawlu) - Universe Alteration, angst, Rated T [Chapters: 20/20. Part 1/? Series]

While the chaos ensued, Law sat and observed calmly, deciding on his next course of action. Should he talk to this crazy pirate, or ignore him? Eventually Law decided: why the hell not?

“Oh, the Marines are already here Mugiwara-ya.” He started before explaining just what those so called ‘warriors of justice’ were doing outside of the auction house.

He didn’t get too far however, because something sparked in Luffy’s eyes and he bounced a bit in his spot. “T-T-Torao?!”

…Tiger-man? What the hell was he talking about? Law stared at Luffy to verify that, yes, he was referring to him. (And just why he knew Luffy was referring to him, he had no clue why.)

“It’s Trafalgar Law, not Torao.” He grumbled.

Some sort of excited noise left the bubbly captain. “I know! I know! Oh my god it’s been so long!”

Dots (M/M Lawlu) - Soulmate AU, Rated T [One-shot]

"Then where the hell did it come from? Marks don't just magically appear like that so perfectly round and equal distance from one another."

He heard some whispering before a few people snickered. What the fuck were they coming up with now?

"Guys, what if- what if our captain met somebody who was so speechless they couldn't even think around our captain!"

"No way! You mean?" And there was more laughter.

"Oh look it, Mr. Hotshot, rendering a poor girl out of her mind!"

...Wait were they implying.... Law looked at the mark incredulously.

There was no fucking way he met his soul mate. And who the hell heard of dots being the thought somebody had?

Quarantine (M/M WangXian) - Fix-it Fic, Heavy Angst, Rated M [Chapters: 16/?]

“--Somebody is here.” Wen Ning said abruptly and met his gaze.

Wen Qing - the only one present who was not attuned to the borders of the Burial Mounds - looked at both of the curiously. “I-who would…?”

None of them could even hazard a guess as to who their mysterious visitor was. Were they friend… or foe?

...If Wei WuXian was honest, he knew it was probably the latter. He had almost killed his shijie’s husband for fuck’s sakes! Who would willingly be an ally of the evil Yiling Patriarch?

Thus, Wei WuXian moved to stand up, only to be stopped, once more, by Wen Qing.

“Oh no you don’t!” She applied more pressure to his right shoulder again. “You are not getting up anytime soon Wei Ying! Don’t make me use my needles.” And, true to her words, she held them between the fingers of her free hand, waving it about threateningly.

“--But!” Wei WuXian protested, “I can’t just-”

“I’ll go.” Wen Ning’s voice cut into their argument and before Wei WuXian could protest further, he vanished to do just that.

Wei WuXian could only groan at the siblings’ joint efforts and let his head hit the pillow - even if a bit more forceful than necessary. This earned him a silent glare from Wen Qing which he returned. The glaring contest did not last long, however, for Wen Ning returned just as quickly as he had vanished.

"It is HanGuang-Jun."

Guardian (M/M Lawlu) - Canon-verse, Mentions of angst, Rated T [Chapters: 14/? Chapters - follows canon, will update after Wano. Part 1/2 Series]

He didn’t trust him. He didn’t trust his smirks or his cryptic, half answers. Sure, the guy saved their captain’s life, but the man was a pirate, and Luffy was gullible, and they weren’t most pirates.

Zoro knew most pirates, and most pirates stole, and used, and killed. Most pirates weren’t to be trusted. Law was hiding something. Law had ulterior motives despite what he said, Because most pirates wouldn’t let a debt like that remain unpaid.

It was only worse that Luffy believed the guy.

And nobody was going to hurt his crew – especially his captain.

An Interesting Proposal (M/M Lawlu) - Canon-verse, Rated T [One-shot]

If anybody told Smoker that he would have a casual conversation with his boss at a pirate's wedding, he would have thought them beyond insane.

Mornings Suck (M/M Si dl ink) - Canon-verse, Smut, Rated Explicit [One-shot]

Link was perhaps one of the hardest people to rouse in the morning.

Persistence (M/M Ghi rali nk) - Canon-verse, Smut, (Numerous warnings), Rated Explicit [Chapters: 7/?]

Of course, I knew that his sword would not allow Link to mention anything that would reveal her whereabouts, even if she had not informed him of my presence yet (which, seemed unlikely) but that was not the reason I lingered.

No.

It was the fact that her name fell off his lips in such a fond manner.

Was this it? Was this my answer to all of my curiosities? Of an inclination towards her?

(And yet, despite the fact that I could use such a fact to my advantage, somehow the revelation - the thought - just did not sit well with me.)

I turned back around, wanting to find out more.

If you ever only read one story of mine, let it be this one:

Oh dear. Well, it does depend why you’re coming here. For wangxian I guess, go read “maybe we should” Full of humour and I had way too much fun writing it. For lawlu, if you want humour uh... “an interesting proposal” or “dots” are full of it.

The best story I ever wrote, in my opinion:

I’m going to be selfish and say my Chained Shadows Series. Part 1 was for Nanowrimo... oh goodness 6 years ago. (It’s L o Z) Man, I really should update that again haha.

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