#..... okay I SAID ''/j'' after the ''rise to fame'' thing but. got damn we are at 6.1K followers. like bro

[cypric-rat-hyperfixation]

Weirdest thing about my rise to fame (/j) is easily the fact that my URL is so unmarketable ??

[theabyssalmuses-archived]

The False Idol- (Drabble)

(( i don’t oft write these but sometimes inspiration strikes... this Lil piece of work is written in a slightly different style and is based off a theoretical Danganronpa verse for Kasane Teto, based off this.   It takes place after the ‘concert’ mentioned in that post, wherein someone died. Teto has left her room as little as possible since, and the protagonist (left vague) has come by, worried about her. Enjoy! (or don’t..?) (under a read more cause long af lmao) 

Knock, Knock. Knock, Knock. 

There was someone at the door. It seems like they want to see me, or at least talk to me.  I can’t face them like this. In the past, maybe I would have loved the idea of someone coming to talk to me after a concert...but I suppose that will never happen, now, will it? In the end, it was all just...

“Teto-san, are you okay? You’ve been acting odd lately..truth be told, I’m getting kind of worried!” 

Tch. Of course, they’d come by at a time like this. Ah, what to do...I can’t show myself, not like this...c..come on Teto, stop crying already! You’re an idol...you... no, I can’t be that anymore. 

“J..just a second! I...I’m getting changed!” - A lie, of course. I’ve always been good at those, after all. Even now, after it’s all comedown...I can’t stop lying... I hate it. I hate it. I hate... 

“...Teto-san. Are you crying...?” 

Shoot, my voice gave it away, didn’t it? “N..no! I’m not crying...! I’m not...” My eyes sting. “I’m...I’m not...” Don’t break down now, please! I can’t let them know I’m... 

“I’m..n..not crying...” Even as I said that tears were falling and I’m powerless to stop them- my nose is running out of control...ah...they know now, don’t they? With that revelation, I fell to my knees and started to sob...i’m so worthless. A real nobody...Kasane Teto...who is that, exactly? 

I look up to see the door slowly opening as they stepped inside... That person who’d been by my side since day one. I was so naive back then, I wish I had taken things more seriously... maybe things wouldn’t have turned out like this if I had. 

“I...I didn...I didn’t say you could c..come in...” I manage to feebly choke out, but I suppose the fact that I had unlocked the door...(when did I do that?) gave away my true intentions. With a heavy sigh, I found myself looking to the floor again. My hands grew restless, tapping against my leg awkwardly- the same rhythm as that day. I hate it, but I can’t help but remember. 

“Kasane-san. What’s gotten into you? wasn’t it you who told me we would all be okay? that if we just remain upbeat, we’ll get out of this..? You were the reason I held on this long Kasane-san...so to see you like this, I....” 

The tears fell faster. Before I knew it, I had started to wail aloud. All these feelings that I had tried to express through song- i could no longer let them out that way, so they came pouring out here, instead. The realisation that I could never go back to who I wanted to be..it hurts. Everything hurts. 

“I...It’s my..my fault! I got them killed! If it..if it wasn’t for my stupid, stupid concert...if I wasn’t so focused on trying to be who I wanted to be...if I had just been myself like everyone else...!!” 

“Kasane-san! Hold yourself together! What are you saying? Kasane-san is Kasane-san, you can’t possibly be anyone else!” 

“You don’t get it! I’m not real! I’m a fake! I’m not a diva, or an idol...I don’t sing up on stage, or dance in the spotlight...! I just act like it...those posters were just photoshopped pictures my friends made...!! I’m nothing! I don’t have any fame or fans! There’s nothing good about me! It...It should have been me to die!” 

I couldn’t help it. Even with how hoarse I would be, I couldn’t help but scream out these feelings. Like the times I had done on my stage of lies, my voice betrayed me and my thoughts came flooding out. Hands gripping my outfit, ruffling the fabric as more and more tears fell. 

A faker. A joke. A real nobody. The Ultimate Faker, wasn’t she?

“Kasane-san...please don’t say that. No one deserves to die, and being fake or not doesn’t matter. Faker or not, you still have the title of ‘The Ultimate Diva’...the way you performed on stage the other day was...it was real, wasn’t it!? You really performed! Who you were before doesn’t matter..here, to me...you are Kasane Teto, that’s all.” 

My tears stopped suddenly..it felt like time had frozen. Wiping my eyes, I looked toward them again, that damned melody still playing in my mind... but when I look at them...it’s so much quieter. 

“You understand? You performed back then...you were real, weren’t you? I felt your feelings the, Kasane-san, everyone did. No matter what happens from now, I’ll support you as best as I can, alright? I want to see you up there again, performing as you did. I want to see your genuine smile as you sing again, Kasa...Teto.”  

This feeling...was it love? affection? No...Hope, maybe? I can’t’ remember the last time I felt like this...they want to see me smile genuinely, to be happy, to- 

To perform again? 

“...I...I’m sorry...” The tears returned, my eyes stinging as that song reached it’s climax, my mind screaming at for being so stupid. “I can’t, I can’t!  To go up on the stage...It’s ruined! I can’t do it! I..I’m sorry!!”  Im so useless. I couldn’t even fake this much, could I? The very idea of going back up on stage hurts. “I...I’m sorry...th..thank you for everything b...but...I wan’t some alone time, if it’s alright...Thank you again, b...but...” 

“...Alright, I understand, Kasane-san. I’ll....I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? Be careful, alright?”  

“Mhm, I..I will. See you tomorrow...”

They left, my throat burning, eyes stinging and ears ringing.  Shakily, I rise to my feet, and climb upon the pseudo-stage I arranged when I got here.. A simple table with a flashlight pointed at it, but...it’s real enough for a faker like me. 

The adrenaline pumping height of the stage was now dizzying, nauseating.  The comforting warmth of the spotlight now burned me.  The microphone felt so heavy, where it once sprung out my light-hearted feelings.

Ah...my head... its...- 

[ Kasane Teto collapsed, falling down from her stage onto the floor below, her body going limp. Her microphone rolled away, and her spotlight went dark.She was alive, just...unconcious- yet even so her fingers continued to tap out that melody upon the ground. The same tune as always. Her voice was heard one last time, a quiet mumble as a heavy, dark sleep took her] 

“I’ll...never perform...again...ah...” 

[tamarastevie]

Holding Out for a Bang

Pairing - Sebastian Stan x Reader.

Requested by - Anonymous.

Summary - I loved your last imagine and wanted to request something too! It’s the civil war cast on lip sync battle and a Sebastian x reader and they’re not a thing but still super flirty and Seb does maybe a Green Day song or something and the reader does a really sexy dance or something to the song Holding out for a hero and Seb gets really flustered because of it and maybe smut at the end if you’re up for it? (If you don’t do smut then don’t worry about that part love) thank you! 

A/N - I doubt I’ll do the smut part, not because I don’t write smut, but because it takes time and I am tired.

Words - 2399.

Gif(s) not mine.

"Please welcome your fantastic host, LL Cool J!” the announcer said, welcoming the rapper LL Cool J on stage. The crowd cheered and clapped as the rapper walked downstage.

“Thank you, thank you! Now, she’s amazing and he has a metal arm, but before I introduce today’s guests, please welcome our colourful commentator, Chrissy Teigen!” LL Cool J said as Chrissy entered in all her glory. The audience screamed for her and she loved it.

“Now, you know her, she’s kickass and she is here to win! Please welcome Y/N Y/L/N!!” he introduced her as Y/N entered through the double doors in the centre of the stage dressed in black skinny jeans and an oversized jumper. The crowd couldn’t hold it and shouted and clapped as loud as ever.

“You know him, you love him, he’s a killing machine and he’ll kill his way to get the belt. Please welcome Sebastian Stan!” The audience did not hesitate to make noise this time as well. Sebastian walked through the doors with his arms spread wide, a smirk on his lips and mischief in his eyes. He wore black jeans, a grey t-shirt and a black thin jacket over his shirt.

“Alright guys, this is the plan. First, our guests will sing a song they chose without anything special. The second part will be much more interesting since they will have outfits and professional dancers who have been practising all week for this. Okay, two Civil War stars, who’s gonna start?” LL asked, looking back and forth between Sebastian and Y/N.

“Well, I’d normally say ladies first, but not tonight. No manners! I’m here to win, not to make friends,” Sebastian said as he glared intensely at his co-star.

“Damn, Sebastian! Fine, you can start. Y/N please take a seat at our bar,” the host said, indicating the lip-shaped bar stools. Y/N walked upstage and sat on the most left one, at the edge of the bar. “Go ahead, Sebastian, the stage is yours.”

Sebastian took in a deep breath before the song began. He held the microphone close to his mouth as his head was bowed. “You are my fire,” he lifted his head. The crowd cheered loudly as Y/N’s mouth was agape and LL Cool J’s was just as surprised. “The one desire,” Sebastian continued, “Believed when you say, I want it that way,” the music began getting groovier.

“But we are two worlds apart,” Sebastian pointed at Y/N, “Can’t reach your heart!” Y/N put a hand over her heart. “When you say, I want it that way,” Sebastian balled hand that was holding the microphone into a fist and brought his arm at a 90-degree angle next to his pelvis and pushed his hips forward, making a banging motion.

“Tell me why! Ain’t nothing but a heartache. Tell me why! Ain’t nothing but a mistake. Tell me why I never wanna hear you say, I want it that way,” Sebastian repeated the chorus twice before finishing the song, “Cause I want it that way!” the music stopped as the crowd clapped and cheered after Sebastian’s sensual dance.

“Damn Sebastian! Starting out with the big guns! Can’t wait to see what Y/N has for us! Sebastian why don’t you come up here. Y/N why don’t you go down there and show us what you’ve prepared,” Cool J said. Y/N got up from her bar stool as Sebastian started walking towards the middle one. They shared a spiteful glare as they switched places.

Music began playing, Y/N was getting herself ready. Her left hand was holding the microphone while her right was up in the air. She inhaled deeply and lowered her head. “I gotta take a little time, a little time to think things over,” she brought her hand down slowly, balled into a fist. “I better read between the lines, in case I need it when I'm older,” she is yet to lift her head.

“In my life, there's been heartache and pain!” Y/N jerked her head up, staring intently at the audience. “I don't know if I can face it again! Can't stop now, I've travelled so far, to change this lonely life!” Y/N began to dance provocatively while looking at Sebastian.

“I want to know what love is!” she fake screamed at the top of her lungs. “I want you to show me!” she said while pointing at Sebastian. “In my life, there's been heartache and pain! I don't know if I can face it again! Can't stop now, I've travelled so far, to change this lonely life!” she lip-synced full heartedly. “I want to know what love is (let's talk about love), I know you can show me. I want to feel it too, I want to feel what love is. I want to feel it too, and I know and I know, I know you can show me. Show me love is real, yeah, I want to know what love is,” Y/N finished, her eyes never leaving Sebastian’s.

“Damn, if that wasn’t intense, I don’t know what is. Y/N come join us here,” Y/N walked upstage and sat on her lip shaped bar stool. “Chrissy, any thoughts?” LL asked. “God, where do I begin? First, we had Sebastian with Backstreet Boys and then Y/N with Foreigner, this is the most intense match I’ve ever seen!” Chrissy exclaimed.

“Now, it’s time for the second part of the show where our guests have had time to practice. This part will consist of outfits, professional dancers and maybe special appearances...” Cool J mused. “Okay, Sebastian you go get ready while we watch the video you’ve made for us,” the rapper said as Sebastian got up from his seat and went backstage to get himself ready.

When the video ended, Sebastian reappeared on stage, dressed in a black button up t-shirt, a hot red tie, black skinny jeans and black sneakers. His back was facing the crowd. He had a guitar strap around his back. His left hand holding the guitar while the right one was up in the air. His hair was all spiked up, messy and jet black. He had eyeliner around his eyes. The studio was dark, no lights at all were on. Rock music began playing and exactly 20 seconds later, the drums started playing and all the lights went on. Sebastian turned around and fake played the guitar. The audience screamed loudly and clapped as well.

“I get my kicks and I want to start a rager. I want to dance like I'm on the video. I got a fever for violent behaviour. I'm sweating bullets like a modern Romeo,” Sebastian lip-synced wholeheartedly, rocking all over the place. His dancers rocked along to the song just as much as Sebastian, only they made it seem better and not awkward.

“Bang Bang! Give me fame. Shoot me up to entertain. I am a semi-automatic lonely boy. You're dead! I'm well fed. Give me death or give me head,” he pointed at Y/N, at the ‘give me head’ part, making her blush and look down while smiling and shaking her head. “Daddy's little psycho and Mommy's little soldier.”

The music slowed down a bit as Sebastian held the microphone given to him closely, “I want to be like the soldiers on the screen. It's my private ho (ho) ly (war). Oh baby, baby this is Viva Vendetta. For this is love or it's (World War Zero),” the beat began playing again.

“I want to be a celebrity martyr, the leading man in my own private drama. Hurrah (bang bang), hurrah (bang bang). The hero of the hour. Daddy's little psycho and Mommy's little soldier,” he repeated that part twice before finishing. he ran his hand across the guitar in a rocking manner, a circle across the strings.

“Oh my god. That was- I’m speechless,” Chrissy said, a small electric guitar toy in hand. “Well, that was, interesting. Y/N are you nervous?” LL Cool J questioned. “Not one bit. I got a few surprises of my own,” Y/N smirked as Sebastian walked upstage and took a seat on a bar stool.

“Well, there you have it! Sebastian Stan with Green Day’s ‘Bang Bang’. Now it’s time to see what Y/N has in stock for us. Y/N, why don’t you go get ready while we watch how you prepared for your song,” Y/N got up from her seat and walked quickly backstage, having a lot to prepare for.

Y/N walked out to the dark stage. Her hair was all puffed up, completely 80′s style. She wore a thin, white long-sleeved dress. She had minimal make-up on, making her even more beautiful. Her back was toward the audience. She held the microphone in both her hands. Dancers around her stood like her, except more professionally. The beat began playing to one of the most known tunes of all times. Lights were turned on and Y/N’s group of dancers began their ritual which consisted of them lifting their left leg and putting it back down while snapping their fingers.

“Where have all the good men gone?” she turned around, caressing the microphone seductively. “And where are all the gods? Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night, I toss and I turn. And I dream of what I need,” she danced breathtakingly, and also very sexually.

“I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon, and he's gotta be larger than life! Larger than life!” She pointed directly at Sebastian, indicating that he should be her hero, and save her from all the dangers in the world. Sebastian’s cheeks were tinted pink as he was very flustered by her moves. The two weren’t dating, though it was obvious they both had feelings for each other. After this dance, all Sebastian wanted was to take her to his house and fuck her senselessly. And he might just do that.

“Up where the mountains meet the heavens above. Out where the lightning splits the sea. I could swear there is someone, somewhere, watching me through the wind, and the chill, and the rain, and the storm, and the flood. I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood,” at this exact moment, a figure entered the stage, head lowered so the face was unseen. Y/N lifted herself off the ground after performing a very sexy move. She put her hand on the figure’s chest, lowering it slowly and seductively.

“I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light,” at this moment, light poured on the figure’s face and to everyone’s amazement, it was Chris Evans, Captian America himself. “He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon, and he's gotta be larger than life,” she turned around and crouched slowly, her hand still running slowly across Chris’ chest, lowering down near his groin as she herself was between his legs. “I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night!” he pulled her from underneath him as the song ended. The pair embraced sweetly.

“Dear god in heavens, Y/N!” LL said, his mouth agape. “I couldn’t agree with you more,” Chrissy said, on her head was a blonde wig that simulated Bonnie Tyler’s hair in the clip. “This is an unfair fight. If I would’ve grinded against Chris Evans, I’d win for sure,” Sebastian huffed which made everyone else laugh.

“Come up here you two! After a short break, we’ll find out who won. Was it Sebastian Stan who rocked out to Green Day or was it Y/N Y/L/N who made Bonnie Tyler’s clip music video look horribly bad?” Chris and Y/N went upstage and each took a seat on a stool. Y/N breathing heavily after her sensual performance.

When the show returned, LL Cool J was standing in the middle of the stage, on his left stood Sebastian Stan and on his right, Y/N Y/L/N. Chrissy Teigen stood beside Sebastian, holding the Championship belt. “Okay guys, time to make a decision. How much love can we get for Sebastian Stan?” LL drew out the ‘A’ in Stan. He put a hand above Sebastian’s head as the crowd began to scream clap and just to make noise. “Damn, that is going to be hard to beat. Do you think you can do it, Y/N?”

“I know I can,” Y/N smirked. Cool J put a hand above her now and the audience went wild. “Okay guys, I believe we have a winner!” Chrissy began walking towards Y/N, belt in hand. “And our winner is... Y/N!” Y/N jumped excitedly. Sebastian clapped with the crowd. Chrissy handed the belt over to Y/N who put it around her waist, cheering. Chris shouted from his seat at his friend. “Tune in next week on Lip Sync Battle! We’re done here! And remember, ‘Knock them out the box L, knock ‘em out, L!” LL said his usual phrase at the end of the show.

After the left the studio, back in their clothes before the second part of the show, Y/N in between Chris and Sebastian, belt around her waist and a smile plastered on her face. “Anyway guys, I’m gonna head off, I got things to do,” Chris said and gave Sebastian a man hug goodbye, and Y/N a sweet hug and a peck on the cheek. “So, what do you wanna do?” Y/N asked.

“Well, to be honest, I was wondering if you’d like do something and then head back to my place?” Sebastian questioned, the colour of his cheeks deepening as blood rushed there. “Sebastian!” Y/N gasped, “Are you asking me on a date?” Sebastian simply nodded.

“I’d love to,” she smiled sweetly. The two went to his car since they got to the studio together. Sebastian took Y/N to the arcade where they had the time of their lives. They then returned back to his house, where Sebastian got what he wanted, to fuck Y/N so bad she couldn’t walk the next day. That also the start of a beautiful and very sexual relationship.

[changmiii]

Maybe I’m Just a Kid in Love: Chapter 2

Summary: When a mysterious, gorgeous stranger named Park Jimin almost runs over Jungkook on a delivery motorcycle, Jungkook is convinced he has met his soulmate. But between his rising social media fame as a singer, and Jimin's budding relationship with a charming baker, Jungkook's path to finding true love is not going to be an easy one. 

Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin

Words: 2,269

AO3 link

Previous Chapter

Jungkook's head bumps against the metal pole on the subway as he stares at his phone, aimlessly scrolling through his twitter feed. His inbox is flooded with questions from fans; he hadn't acknowledged his upcoming album since its announcement and questions keep pouring in, wondering when it will come out, and if he plans to perform live after its release. He quickly snaps a selfie with his hood pulled up over his face and posts it so his followers know he's still alive, at least. As usual, he ignores all of the replies in favor of opening up a game on his phone.

   With the distraction of beating the level and the music blasting through his earbuds, he almost misses his stop. He stands up quickly and pushes his way out through the crowds of people flooding towards the escalator, and opens his messages with Hoseok as he makes his way up towards the street. Hoseok’s only directions are vague, describing a gopchang place on the second floor of a building, overlooking a street filled with food vendors. Jungkook is still relatively new to Seoul, but in his time there he’s probably seen at least five different places that fit Hoseok’s description. Sighing, he hits the call button.

   “Jungkook? Are you almost there?” Jungkook can hear the noise of cars on the street and people chattering. At least they aren’t at the restaurant yet, he thinks.

   “I can’t find the restaurant.”

   “Kookie, haven’t you heard of Google Maps—”

   “Hyung,” Jungkook whines, “can’t you just tell me where it is?”

   “You got off at Gangnam like I told you, right?”

   Oh right, Gangnam. Jungkook looks around for a sign. “Um….it says Nakseongdae?”

   “What the fuck, Jungkook, how did you end up in Nakseongdae.”

   “I did what you said, I took three stops on line 2—“

   “You took three stops the wrong way,” Hoseok says.

   On the other side Jungkook hears a muted voice saying, “He got lost again, didn’t he. That little shit I knew he shouldn’t go anywhere alone.”

   “Yoongi hyung I can hear you,” Jungkook says grumpily.

   “Give me the phone—“ there’s a rustle and Yoongi’s voice grows louder. “Look, Jungkook, you just need to take six stops in the other direction, okay? Get off when it says Gangnam. You can read right?”

   “What do I do once I get there?” Jungkook ignores Yoongi’s insult as he makes his way to the other side.

   “Just walk towards a tall twisty building and turn left--“

   There’s another rustle as the phone is snatched away again. “I’ll text you the directions, kay,” Hoseok says. “We got a reservation because Jin’s friends with the owner so you need to hurry.”

   “Thanks hyung,” Jungkook grumbles. He hangs up and gets on the subway, embarrassed.

   Ten minutes later he is walking through the narrow, winding streets of Gangnam, following Hoseok and Yoongi’s vague directions, the smell of food from nearby vendors making his stomach growl. He passes a Cafe Bene, wondering if it’s different from the one he passed moments ago or if he’s been going in circles. Either way, there are no barbecue places in sight.

   He knows the way these streets are laid out, with restaurants offering the same thing grouped together: bulgogi with bulgogi, kalbi with kalbi, yangnyeom chicken with yangnyeom chicken. He could easily ask someone where the gopchang places are located, but that would involve willingly talking to strangers. Jungkook isn’t antisocial persay, but he kind of hates the idea of approaching someone he doesn’t know.

   He ends up on a much smaller side street. The roads are rough and cobbled, with barely enough room for a car to pass through, and he is thoroughly lost. Jungkook picks up his phone and dials Hoseok.

   “I turned right at the sushi place like you said, but now I’m passing like these apartment buildings—“

   Hoseok sighs loudly. “Next time you aren’t allowed to go anywhere by yourself. Okay, just read me the street sign…”

   As he is talking, Jungkook is stepping aside to let a car pass from behind him. Hoseok’s voice fades into the background as a delivery motorcycle suddenly shoots around the corner towards them at a reckless speed. The driver’s head is turned to look at something behind him and he clearly doesn’t see the car coming towards him. Realizing he’s witnessing an impending collision, Jungkook shouts, “look out!” The driver sees the car at the last minute and swerves, unfortunately straight towards Jungkook, who throws himself out of the way and into a pile of discarded pink trash bags and recycling. A huge stack of cardboard boxes come crashing down on him, completely obscuring his vision.

   He lays there in shock, unable to see anything as the motorcycle comes to a stop. He hears feet hitting the ground and boxes are being pulled off of him. Jungkook is greeted by a pair of black combat boots accompanied by equally black, tight jeans that are ripped at the knee. Their owner drops into a crouch and, unable to think about anything else, Jungkook takes in the furrowed browned concerned dark eyes above a black face mask, backwards Stussy baseball cap pulled over blond hair.

   “Jungkook? Jungkook-“ The tinny voice is coming from his phone which is now lying on the pavement. Without taking his eyes off of the stranger, Jungkook reaches over and hits the call end button. He knows his expression is frozen in the blank, open-mouthed, wide-eyed stare his friends always tease him for, but he can hardly do anything about it. The boy’s jeans are stretching over his thighs in his squat and does he work out because damn.

   “Oh my god, are you okay? Dude, answer me.”

   Jungkook comes back to his senses. “Yeah, yeah, I’m…uh…I’m fine.”  He wonders how long the boy had been trying to talk to him. It’s not like he could tell with that black mask anyways.

   As if on cue the boy pulls the mask below his chin, revealing a gorgeous pair of pink lips. Oh no. Jungkook grabs his phone and tries to stand up, sending pieces of stray cardboard flying. He’s barely gotten to his feet when his head starts to throb and he sways towards the ground, only to feel two hands grabbing his biceps firmly. “Shit shit shit, are you okay?” The boy says, looking even more distressed. “Did you hit your head?”

   Jungkook rubs the back of his head. He didn’t hit it too hard— it will probably bruise later but he doesn’t think it’s a concussion. “J-just a little, yeah, it’s fine. I guess I-I stood up too fast.” It’s definitely not the head injury causing him to act like this. Get a hold of yourself, he thinks. What happened to Jeon Jungkook, singer-songwriter sensation, who makes girls squeal just by posting a selca on Twitter?

   “Man, I’m really sorry, are you hurt anywhere else?”

   Jungkook just wants to see this guy smile; his face is stunning even contorted into a worried frown but he can just imagine the way his eyes would lift up—ok hold up, Jungkook needs to get out of here asap. “Nope, I’m fine.”

   “Good thing there were trash bags to cushion your fall,” the boy says, peeling off a napkin that was stuck to Jungkook’s shoulder.

   Jungkook wrinkles his nose. “Gross,” he says.

   The boy fucking giggles and his smile is even better than Jungkook imagined. This boy is bad news. “Um, anyways, I gotta go…”

   “Where are you headed?”

   “Um.” Jungkook looks at his phone, ignoring Yoongi’s panicked texts to read the address of the place.

   The boy laughs again, but it isn’t mocking or mean-spirited. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re heading in the wrong direction. It’s that way.” He points where Jungkook had just come from.

   He wills himself not to turn any redder. “Oh. Whoops.”

   “New to Seoul?”

   Jungkook nods.

   “Me too, I moved here a year ago. Hey, want a ride? I’m going that way anyways.”

   “No, you really don’t have to—“

   “Seriously,” he says. “Think of it was me paying you back for almost running you over. Anyways, I go there all the time because my friend knows the owner.”

   “Okay, uh, thanks,” Jungkook says hesitantly. The boy climbs onto the bike and motions for Jungkook to follow. He gets on cautiously behind him.

   “Whats your name?” The boy starts the engine.

   “Jeon Jungkook,” he says over the growling noise as they take off. “You?”

   The boy answers but Jungkook can’t hear him over the sound of the engine.

   They shoot through the streets, wheels bouncing over uneven roads. The boy isn’t exactly a reckless driver but he isn’t cautious either, and Jungkook finds himself gripping the boy’s jacket, heart pounding, as they turn sharply. If they crash and he hits his face on something his career is pretty much over, but Jungkook has already decided that it’s probably worth the risk.

   Yoongi hyung would never let him forget this. It’s been ages since he’s had anything close to a crush, after a rough breakup in high school, and it’s not like he’s known this guy for more than a few minutes but…

   “Why did you come to Seoul?” the boy asks, turning over his shoulder to look at him and narrowly missing a lamppost.

   “Finished high school early,” he says, not wanting to divulge the full details of his music career. “I wanted to go to college here, I guess.”

   “How old are you?”

   “Just turned eighteen.” He turns eighteen in three months, but a white lie can’t hurt.

   “Wow, really?” The boy turns again to shoot him a grin. “I thought you were at least my age— I’m twenty-one.”

   Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush boosting his confidence, but Jungkook returns the smile. “It’s okay, I’m still taller than you.” The older boy just scoffs and they ride in comfortable silence until they arrive in front of the restaurant. Jungkook slides off the back of the motorcycle, breathless from the ride, and looks up at Jimin.

   “Thanks for taking me.”

   “No problem,” the boy says. Ask for his number, Jungkook thinks. You can do this.

   “Yah, Jungkookie!” A body bumps into him from behind and he feels hands ruffling his hair. “Jungkookie!” Namjoon says, “you finally made it!”

   “C’mon,” Yoongi says. “We’re all waiting for you to order.”

   “Have a great meal,” the boy on the motorcycle says, pulling up his face mask to cover his smile, and speeding off with one last wave. Jungkook is just able to catch the label for Tofu House food delivery before he rounds the corner out of sight.

   That whole ride went by in such a blur that he finds himself wondering whether it actually happened.

   He follows Namjoon and Yoongi into the restaurant. Hoseok and Jin are at a booth, grill already smoking in front of them. He sits down, grinning sheepishly as they greet him loudly, teasing him for getting lost. Jungkook just ducks his head, mind still stuck on a certain blond-haired boy on a motorcycle.

***

   “See, I’m a finance major,” Jimin says, trying to keep his voice steady. “And it’s really hard to get time in the dance studio since I’m so busy and I really do my best not to be disruptive—“

   “I’m sorry, Park Jimin-ssi.” His landlord doesn’t sound sorry at all. “I’ve gotten too many complaints in these past few weeks.”

   “But,” Jimin runs a hand through his now-bleached hair. “But, I never play the music out loud, and I try not to do too many of the jumps—“

   “I’m sorry,” he repeats, looking bored. “but the people in the suite below you keep complaining about the stomping, and the people next to you say you and your roommate act inappropriately and constantly bring strangers into your apartment, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to continue living here if you don’t change your behavior.”

   Jimin gapes. He wasn’t oblivious to the looks his next-door neighbors gave him whenever they saw him and Taehyung together, and Tae said they had made more than a few disparaging comments to some of Taehyung’s few hookups that he occasionally brings home, but he didn’t think they would go so far as to complain to the landlord about it.

   “Thank you, that’s all,” he says, giving him a tight-lipped smile and turns to walk down the hall, closing Jimin’s door behind him. Jimin flops down onto the couch and dials Taehyung on speaker, not even bothering to hold his phone up to his ear.

   “Tae,” he says when his roommate picks up. “The landlord just yelled at me again for dancing.”

   “He’s such a jerk.” Jimin can tell Taehyung has food in his mouth.

   “He says he’ll kick us out! Can you believe it?”

   “Fuck him,” Taehyung says. “I mean like, don’t, but seriously, you don’t even play music.”

   “That’s what I told him!”

   “Yeah, don’t listen to him. If they complain again we’ll just say its the pipes or something, kay?”

   Pipes don’t make thumping noises on the floor. “Okay,” he says.

   “Okay, I gotta go bomb my bio-ethics test, see you!”

   Jimin hangs up with a sigh, knowing full well Taehyung plans to ace his test. Most of their friends think Taehyung is a little bit dumb because of the way he talks, but Jimin knows he cried once because he got an A- on an essay.