#Chun Café

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Chun Café

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Mini Fanfic #1074: Our Green Bean Plumber (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

8:45 a.m. at Smash Mansion: Luigi and Daisy's Bedroom........

Luigi: (Groans as He Slowly Starts to Open his Eyes and Wake Himself Up) Mama Mia.....Where....am I?...

????: Morning, Sweetie~

Luigi: (Turns to See a Very Familiar Face Laying Next to Him on.the Bed) D-Daisy? (Starts Rubbing his Eyes) Is that really you?

Daisy: (Smiles Softly) The one and only. We're finally back home in our bed.

??????: And a good thing too.

Luigi turns to see Samus and Chun-Li sitting on the other side with Chun-Li happily waving at him.

Samus: (Smirks a Bit Playfully While LettingOut a Chuckle or Two) You were so fucking hammered last night.

Luigi: (Sighs While Laying Up on the Bed and Scratching Behind his Head) Well, that explains the massive headache.....I wasn't too much of a hassle to take care of, was I?

Samus: Nah. You were just vibing and having a good time for the most part

Chun-Li: As the cutest drunk ever~

Daisy: Right?~ (Playfully But Gently Pinches Luigi's Cheek) You were so cute and adorable that I could just eat you right up!~ (Gives Luigi a Kiss on the Other Cheek)

Luigi: (Giggles a Bit Ticklishly) Daisy~ Come on- (Suddenly Gasps at a Black Circle Around one of His Girlfriend's Eyes) D-Daisy, is that-

Daisy: A black eye? Yup, the one and only. (Gently Places her Hands on Both of Luigi's Cheeks) And before you say anything, please don't blame yourself for this. What happened last night was all on me and me alone, okay?

Luigi: Okay. B-But how you did managed get yourself hurt in the first place?

Daisy: (Starts Rubbing The Back of Her Head Back and Forth) Wellllll.........

Flashback to Last Night at the Karaoke Bar........

Luigi: (Drunkenly Sings on Stage) FlY me to DA MOoN n LeT me PLayyy aMong the StARsssss

Daisy: (Places her Hands onto her Chest and Sighs at her Boyfriend On Stage) He sounds just like an angel~

Samus: (Snickers a Bit) Yeah. An drunken angel.

Chun-Li: Has he always get drunk so easily?

Samus: Yeah, our poor green bean over there is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking.

Daisy: (Turns to the Couple) But he gets even more cuter than he usual does though!~ Like, this one time, he went to Tifa's bar with her, Cloud and Dedede and he has gotten so wasted that he came back to the mansion and had De playing the acoustic guitar as he sings how much he loves me before he passed out sleeping, saying my name over and over.

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) Awwww~ That's so adorable and funny~

Daisy: Right!?~ I love that man so much I just- (Looks Up at the Ceiling Before Letting Out a Scream) ('UGGGGGH') (Places her Hands on Cheeks her Happily Twists her Head Side to Side) I can't!~

Samus: Calm down, Mayflower. It ain't that serious.

Daisy: (Immediately Glares at Samus) S-Sammy! (Starts Whispering) Ixnay on the last name....

Chun-Li: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Mayflower is your last name?

Daisy: No-

Samus: Yes. Yes it is.

Daisy: (Grumbles as She Goes Back to Glaring at Samus)

Samus: Oh quit giving me that look. Everyone else in the mansion knows that already.

Daisy: Which they SHOULDN'T!

Chun-Li: (Smiles Softly at Daisy) I think your nickname sounds nice to say.

Daisy: (Sighs Before Smiling Back at Chun-Li) Thanks, Chuns. You're sweet. Unlike your girlfriend over here.

Samus: Oh come on. I wasn't planning on making fun of you over it. At least not yet anyways....

Daisy: (Groans While Rolling her Eyes) Whatever. Just remind me to pummel Dedede whenever I see him next time, okay?

Samus: (Shrugs) Fine by me.

????: Ohhhh brother! This plumber FUCKING STINKS!

Daisy: (Immediately Gets Up From her Seat, Slams her Table and Glares at the Heckler Behind her) ('SLAM') WHO SAID THAT!?

????: (Raises her Hand Nonchalantly) Uh. Right here, Little Miss Mayflower.

Daisy: (Starts Growling in Anger)

Chun-Li: (Facepalms Herself at a Familiar Looking Woman with a Dark Purple Dress and Long Hair) Oh God. Not you again.....

Samus: You know this girl, babe?

Chun-Li: (Turns to her Girlfriend) Remember when I told you there was this woman who started poking fun at me for being old at the café earlier, the same one I also told you that I have history with in the past?

Samus: Yeah.

Chun-Li: Well, that, believe it or not, is woman I was referring to: Juri Han.

Juri: (Grins Mischievous at Chun-Li) What's happening, grandma! (Gets Up From her Table and Makes her Way to the Trio) Trying to relive your youth here tonight?~

Chun-Li: (Glares at Juri) We're having ourselves our first double date for the evening, thank you.

Juri: (Starts Snickering) Really? Who would ever date your old ass?

Samus: (Glares at Juri as Well) Me. And unless you wanna know what plasma feels like, I suggest you keep your mouth, twerp.

Luigi: (Angrily and (Dizzily) Points at Juri in the Distance With the Microphone in his Hand) YEah! YoU leAvE ChuN-Li aLONE, you ('Hic') BULLY!

Juri: Oh God. He's wasted.

Luigi: Yeah. I'm wasted. And YOU lAdy are ('Hic') VeRy MeAN!!

Juri: (Rolls her Eyes) Gee, what gave that observation away, genius?

Luigi: YoUr FACE!

Juri: ..............I mean....(Shrugs) Okay?

Luigi: No, It's Okiee-DokIE, ThAnk yOu VEry muCh! (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Now, where was I.....Oh YeAh! (Points at Juri Again) SToP being MeAn to my FriEnd CHun-Li! SHe's the preTtieSt, STroNgEst ('hic') WOman in the Whoooole WidE WoRLd and she should be ('hic') TReaTed as SuCh!!

Chun-Li's begins starts to melt by Luigi's as she happily place her hands on her chest while blushing.

Luigi: AnD SaMMy is DEFINITELY NoT the one to mEss with EiTheR! ShE's an AsS-kiCkiNG BOunTy HunTeEr who ('hic') blEw up like GaZILLION planets without tUrninG bAck ONCE!

Samus: Not the exact number of planets I've destroyed. (Smiles Brightly at Luigi While Blushing) But thanks, Weeg!~ You're actually making me blush right now.

Luigi: AnD Don'T yoU ('hic') DARE starT and mAkE fun oF mY priNcEss too! SHe's stroNG, BeaUtiFul, and TrEats me VeRY niCeLy OvEr the YeaRs and I loVe her a....(Spreads his Arms Open) WhoooooooLe much!~

Crowd: Awwwwwwww!~

Daisy: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Smiles Tearfully at her Man on Stage) I love you a whole lot too, Sweetie!~

Juri: (Scoffs While Rolling her Eyes Again) Of course he would fall for a second rate princess like you.

'Record Scratch'

Daisy: (Eyes Widened in Anger as She Slowly Turns her Head Back Towards Juri) I beg your pardon.

Juri: Are you deaf? You. Are. A. Second-Rate. Princess. And a pretty obnoxious one too. Like, the dumb blonde bimbo isn't any better, but at least she's a lot more popular than you ever was. Not even Bowser could be bothered to try and kidnap you.

Daisy: That's because I slapped his fatass across the moon once, what's your point!?

Juri: Look, I'm stating the facts here. (Walks Closer to Daisy) You're not shit, you're never gonna amount to shit, and the fact that you're dating that Player 2 loser over there-

Luigi: Heyyyyyyyyyyy!

Juri: -proves my point perfectly. (Flicks Daisy's Forehead With a Smug Look on her Face)

One of Daisy's eyes begins to twitch for a few seconds she decides to take a quick deep breath to calm herself down.

Daisy: So, that's what I am to you: A second rate princess.

Juri: I didn't stutter, did I?

Daisy: No, no. You didn't. But I do have a question for you though.

Juri: Which is......

Daisy: Can a Second Rate Princess do this!?

Without warning, Daisy delivers a right hook across Juri's jaw much to her and almost everyone in the bar's surprise.

Juri: (Places her Hand on her Cheek as She Winces in Brief Pain) Ah what the fuc-

Daisy let's out a battle cry roar before tackling Juri down to the ground pulverizing her in the process.

The crowd then rushes towards the two girls as they start chanting "Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight"

Samus: (Watches the Fight Unfold in Front of her and Chun-Li) Wellllll, that happened, surprise-surprise.

Chun-Li: Yeah, but it's nice to see Juri get taken down a peg for once.

Samus: Agreed. (Sighs While Stretching her Arms) Welp, I'm gonna try and stop our flower girl before this fight escalates even further. You mind getting Weeg off stage so we can hopefully get out of here together?

Chun-Li: (Simply Nodded) Not at all. (Makes her Way to the Stage) Weegie, it's time for us to go now.

Luigi: Do wE ('Hic') have to leave NoW? The figHt just GoT startEd.(Turns Back to the Crowd as He Cheers Daisy on) KiCk her aSs, sWeetiE! Go foR the EYeS!!

Daisy: (In the Distance) On it, honey!!

'SMACK'

Juri: ('ARGH') You BITCH!

Chun-Li: (Simply Nodded) I'm afraid so. You can barely stand normally right now.

Luigi: Oh PlEase! I ('Hic') can stand on my own ('Hic') (Starts Getting Dizzier) just F-FinE....

Luigi's about to trip down to the ground before Chun-Li swooping and catches him in her arms woth ease.

Chun-Li: I gotcha! Are you okay?

Luigi: YaYyyyyy!!~ (Reach his Hands Up in the Sky) YoU sAaaaaaved me!~ (Happily (And Drunkenly) Hugs Chun-Li) My hErO~

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) Awww~ There's no need to thank me, dear. Just making sure you're okay is all. Now come on. Let's get the girls and blow this popsicle stand.

Luigi: I like popsicles. Have yoU ('Hic') ever tried SeAsaLt IcE CrEam before?

Chun-Li: (Starts Walking Off the Stage With Luigi in her Arms) Why no I haven't. You guys should treat me to one sometime.

Juri: (In the Distance) I'LL HAVE MY REVENGEEEEE!

End of Flashback

Chun-Li: Then after that, you sung yourself to once we head back to the mansion and got you into bed.

Samus: And now we're currently banned from ever setting foot on that bar for a while.

Luigi: (Frowns a Bit Sadly) Aww....I like singing in there.

Daisy: (Gently Rubs the Top of Luigi's Head) I know you do, sweetie. But there's many other clubs around to go to besides that one, so it's not the end of the world completely.

Luigi: ('Sigh') Yeah, you're right about that. (Smiles Softly) I still had a great time with you girls. (Blushes While Scratching his Cheek a Little) Despite....me getting myself wasted and everything.....

Chun-Li: (Smiles Brightly at her New Friend) We had a great time with you too, Weegie. And thank you so much for making my birthday this year, the most memorable yet. (Leans Over and Kiss Luigi's Forehead)

Samus: (Place a Hand on Luigi's Shoulder With a Smile of her Own) We know we kept telling you this a million times by now, but we really do love you to pieces, Luigi, drunk or not.

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) Thanks, Sammy. I love you guys too.

Daisy: Group Hugs!~

The ladies and Luigi happily huddle in for theor group hug for the morning.

Tifa: (Happily Knocks the Door) Knock knock!~ Company's here~

Cloud: (Holds a Tray a Breakfast in his Hands as He Walks in Behind Tifa Along with King Dedede) With breakfast.

Dedede: And a whole ton of entertainment! (Picks Up the Remote From a Nearby Dresser and Turns on the Room's Television) On y'all's TV.

Luigi: (Smiles Brightly at the Trio) Good morning, you guys!

Daisy: Perfect timing! (Chucks a Pillow at Dedede)

'BAP'

Dedede: Girl, what the hell!?

Daisy: (Glares at the Former King) THAT'S for making my last name go public, fatso!

Dedede: (Glares Back at Daisy) How many times I gotta tell ya, girlie, I ain't fat! I'm big bo- ('BAP') (Gets Hit by Another Pillow)

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I love how in episode 1 I was like man this café owner is annoying and by episode 16 I cheer every time Chun-jae is on screen

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To all the people I'm tagging, I'm sorry if I'm being inconvenient.

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This is time for Mystic Messenger OC! . . . Name: Kim Yeong-hye. AKA: Kumiho_69 (nickname on chat-rooms). Pronouns: She/her.

General information Gender: Woman. Age: 24. Blood type: B. Birthday: 26 April. Zodiac Sign: Taurus. Religion: Agnostic.

Physical Appearance Height: 167 cm. Eye: Amber. Hair: Cocoa brown.

Background Information Status: Alive. Occupation: occasional waitress in Jaehee’s Café. Affiliations: RFA. Hobbies: Catfishing rich people on the internet, chewing bubble-gum. Relatives: Mother, father, older sister, younger brother.

Personality Flirty, mischievous and loud, when Yeong-hye walks in a room she has all eyes on her. And when she is down, the atmosphere changes drastically. Strong as a storm in appearance, Yeong-hye hides the wounded heart of a child and the need to be loved and cared for.

Appearance A chubby woman, with strong arms and thick thighs. She has long straight hair, which loves jealousy, and a round face, big eyes with long eyelashes. Her breasts and hips are large and she is quite proud of them. She usually wears a white shirt, a black skirt with stockings and flat shoes.

Background StoryHer past is a taboo topic and when she speaks about her family it’s always with disdain. The harsh reality is she misses it dearly but has no intention to move back. She also had a boyfriend who helped her obtain gender affirmation healthcare, but they broke up abruptly. 

Gender&Sexuality She is a bisexual trans* woman and she is questioning her relationship orientation. Sexual monogamy is not really her thing.

Relationships 707: they are friends with benefits and they love doing mischievous things together. Jaehee: her girlfriend, Yeong-hye loves spoiling her. They often clash over their different lifestyles and you can regularly hear them having an argument. Jumin: open war. If Yeong-hye has an occasion to insult him, she will do it with no regrets. Ray: she acts exceptionally polite and forces herself to smile and be friendly towards him. More for 707’s affection than for her will. V: Yeong-hye has a deep crush on him, but she is scared of a possible comparison with Rika. Yoosung: he reminds Yeong-hye of a younger herself and she has no pity towards him. Zen: after a tumultuous start, caused by Jaehee’s adoration for him, they are friends and often hang out.  Trivia > Her name is from the novel ‘The vegetarian’, Han Kang. > She wants to be a cat-lady once grown-up. > She smokes only Black Devil cigarettes.

Dusk with Tango, Chun Kyung-ja (1924-2015), 1978.

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Lasc Cluais-Chait (Nekomimi Switch)

Ceol & Liricí: daniwell

Bunteideal: ねこみみスイッチ

Amhránaí: Hatsune Miku

Aistriúchán Béarla: bluepenguin

Tusa agus mise, huf puf

Má ghreanfaimis an cuisle te

Caithimís cluais-chait gleoite

Agus bímis ag crónán le chéile

Tá sé an-te, huf puf

Ligimid ár scíth sa leoithne feananna

Tá an uachtar reoite ag leá, ag braon

A thiarcais, tá beagáinín dúlagar orm

Le súile codlatach, táimid ag míogarnach

Ar an iarnóin saoire seo

Ag caith ár bpitseamaí, siúlaimid thart gan aird

Le boladh te, milis

Áfach, ní theastaímid iarann nó mianraí

Níl uainn ach caféin chun dúisigh mar is gnách

Ag malartaigh beannachtaí de “maidin mhaith”, tá cluais-chait ar do cheann

Táim leath i mo chodladh

Tusa agus mise, míáú míáú

Is meicnic chandamach iad cluais-chait

△×￥○＠％＆＄＃☆□！ (Totekachitetokachikatetachi)

“Socraimis síos agus ól café au lait”

Deifir a dhéanamh le heaspa cuimhní

Tá mo cheann ag cur thar maoil

Ar scála aon déagthoiseach

Tá na rúndiamhra spás ag luasghéaraigh

An bhfuil an seachmhall seo brionglóid nó fírinne?

Spreagann an ghrian tnáitheadh ó theas an tsamhraidh

Le meangadh páistiúil

Stánann tú romhat ar lus na gréine

Oireann an cuma cluais-chait do do phróifíl

Ah, tá meadhrán inár gcinn

Mar shampla, fiú má tá sé neamheolaíoch

Chreidfinn é sa clapsholas

Tusa agus mise, míobhánach

Má bhreithfimis ár lámha le chéile láithreach

Ansin, lenár sineirgé

Is féidir linn an domhan a athrú

Sa scoilt scamaill oráiste

Tá gathanna sholas stríocach ann

Os cionn ár gcinn, tá siad ag lonrú

An chéad réalta agus an dara réalta

Nuair a téann an cuirtín síos ar oíche lár an tsamhraidh

Tháinig tusa agus mise ar

Lasc buí mistéireach

Chun triail, bhrúmar é

Ach is dócha nach cuirfimid deireadh

Leis an domhan ná dada mar

Mar sin fan bog, oíche mhaith!

Tusa agus mise, huf puf

Má ghreanfaimis an cuisle te

Caithimís cluais-chait gleoite

Agus bímis ag crónán le chéile

Tá sé an-te, huf puf

Ligimid ár scíth sa leoithne feananna

Tá an uachtar reoite ag leá, ag braon

A thiarcais, tá beagáinín dúlagar orm

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✦ Nome do personagem: Chun Dongsun. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Joshua - Seventeen. ✦ Data de nascimento: 08/02/1998. ✦ Idade: 25 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Agênero, todos os pronomes. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Sincero, bem humorado e organizado. ✦ Defeitos: Ganancioso, inseguro e hipócrita. ✦ Moradia: Asphodel Meadows. ✦ Ocupação: Barista no Nectar Cafe e Hacker. ✦ Twitter: @AM98CD ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Sempre se mostrando simpático e amigável, Dongsun tenta sempre estar à disposição para aqueles que precisa. Adora uma fofoca, principalmente quando chega a ele de forma fácil, então se observar atentamente, verá que ele está sempre perto quando algo acontece.

TW’s na bio: leve menção a morte familiar.

Biografia:

Dongsun veio ao mundo em um cantinho da Coreia do Sul que mais parecia ter saído de um daqueles cartões postais. Gangjin-gun, é um condado da província de Jeolla do Sul. A família dele? Dona das maiores plantações de arroz da região. O moleque era o caçulinha de uma turma de cinco irmãos, e o que torna o negócio ainda mais interessante é que ele foi parar nesse mundo depois de uma gravidez que rendeu dor de cabeça para todo mundo! A mãe dele deu um show de valentia, engravidando em uma idade que muita gente já pensa em aposentadoria. Mas o pior é que o pai do Dongsun partiu dessa para uma melhor quando ele tinha só cinco aninhos. E aí, essa história de perda deixou ele com lembranças meio embaralhadas, como se fossem sonhos que não dá para saber se são reais ou fruto da imaginação.

Não que ele não amasse Gangjin, mas desde cedo, o garoto sentiu um chamego pela ideia de conhecer o mundo além das fronteiras. Imagina só crescer cercado por plantações de arroz, mas aí, num giro da vida, ele teve um encontro do tipo "jogou uma rasteira no destino" com o café. A família toda pegou a estrada e deu um rolê pra fora da Coreia, e foi lá, nesse passeio da família, que Dongsun botou os olhos em um barista internacional, daqueles que fazem arte com café. Rapaz, o amor desse barista pelas xícaras de café virou inspiração pura, e o Dongsun? Ficou tipo maravilhado.

E não é que o café tomou conta do coração dele? O jeito como o barista transformava um punhado de grãos em aromas e sabores, fez o Dongsun pegar um amor por café que virou sua obsessão. Com os 18 anos recém-completados, o Dongsun resolveu botar as asas para fora do ninho e cair no mundão, isso aconteceu pouco depois da morte de sua mãe. Ele aterrissou em Seul, mas calma que ele não esqueceu as raízes não, viu? Escolheu um canto chamado Asphodel Meadows pra chamar de lar, um lugar que oferecia o mix perfeito de sossego e vizinhança da boa.

Olha só o que mais: de dia, Dongsun ralava como barista no Nectar Cafe, um cantinho não só para tomar café, mas pra viver uma experiência completa. Mas quando a noite caía, o moleque mudava de pele e virava um hacker daqueles, mestre das artimanhas digitais. Ele brincava entre a ética e a ganância por dinheiro, juntamente com sua fome de vingança e descoberta sobre a morte dos pais.

E como se não bastasse, a morte da mãe trouxe um vendaval de mudanças. Dongsun começou a questionar as circunstâncias, os boatos rondavam sobre os pais dele terem morrido em situações suspeitas. Os irmãos mais velhos dele soltavam umas pistas enigmáticas, umas dicas de que tinha algo por trás das cortinas. A infância dele foi marcada por carinho e incertezas, porque ser quem ele era, bissexual com uma pitadinha de afeminado, trouxe desafios do tipo bullying. E aí? Ele teve que criar um jeito de lidar com isso, tipo uma casca de proteção que foi construindo. Seul foi uma virada na vida dele, uma jornada que o ajudou a se encontrar em meio aos desafios da cidade grande. Hoje ele luta entre descobrir o que aconteceu com seus pais, além da luta interna com seus próprios problemas psicológicos.

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Unlocked (2023) The Beauty Inside ကားထဲက မင်းသမီး Chun Woo Hee နဲ့ Summer Strike ကားထဲက အကြည်ဓါတ်လေး Im Siwon တို့ အဓိက ပါဝင်သရုပ်ဆောင်ထားပါတယ် ဇာတ်လမ်းအကျဥ်းကတော့ Lee Nami(Chun Woo Hee) ဟာ အလုပ်ကြိုးစားတဲ့သာမန် ကုမ္ပဏီဝန်ထမ်းတယောက်ပါ အဖေဖြစ်သူကတော့ Mizi Café ဆိုင် လေးဖွင့်ထားပြီးတော့ သူငယ်ချင်းနည်းနည်းနဲ့ ပျော် ဘဝကို ဖြတ်သန်းနေသူပါ တနေ့မှာ Nami တယောက် ဘတ်စ်ကားပေါ်မှာ ဖုန်းကျပျောက်ခဲ့ပါတော့တယ် သူ့ဖုန်းကို ဘယ်သူက ကောက်ရသွားမလဲ ဖုန်းပျောက်ပြီးနောက် Nami တယောက် ဘာတွေကြုံတွေ့လာရမလဲ တဖက်မှာလဲ အမည်မသိလူသတ်မှု့တွေနောက်က ကွင်းဆက်လူသတ်သမားကို ရဲတွေကလဲ လိုက်စုံစမ်းနေကြပြီး Nami ရဲ့ပျောက်သွားတဲ့ဖုန်းနဲ့ ဘယ်လိုတွေပတ်သတ်မှု့ရှိမလဲဆိုတာ ကြည့်ရှုရမှာပါ KyiMal.TV ကနေ ကြည့်လို့ရပါပြီ Reviewed by Evelyn

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GuileNash Christmas fic (reupload from 2020)

If I posted it here two years ago, I must have lost the post since then, so I think I'll re-share it now. After all, it IS the Christmas season, and this might be one of my favorite fanfics I've ever written.

The story mostly features Guile and G (with his Santa-themed alt skin, of course), but there's some strong GuileNash energy in there too. Just some funny and sweet holiday content.

For backup purposes, I've also uploaded it to AO3 here.

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Stepping out of the café with a cup of black coffee in hand, Guile was surprised to see the tall, elderly gentleman in a Santa Claus costume grinning down at him. He thought the man looked familiar, but it wasn't until he noticed the sunlight reflecting off the gold mark around his eye that he was sure.

"Getting ready for Christmas, Mr. President?" Guile asked, his inflection on "Mr. President" a sarcasm that G clearly didn't pick up on.

"Why, absolutely, Guile of Earth! It's Christmas Eve, after all. Did you know that some Earth traditions involve a certain jolly old man distributing presents to all the good children of the world on this very night?"

"Well, sure, but Santa isn't--" he stopped himself, mindful of the possibility of young ears overhearing, and instead continued walking down the block while G followed close behind, bells on his shoes jingling joyously. The self-proclaimed President-and-Santa waved at passers-by as they went. Most of them paid no mind, though there were a few who trained their cell phone cameras on him, in which he took great delight.

"Tell me, Earth citizen Guile, have you been good this year?"

(story continues below)

"I suppose so," Guile answered despite currently jaywalking through the intersection. Not that there was much traffic that afternoon, what with the recent snowy weather leaving the roads with a slather of slush and black ice. Overall, though, he supposed that he'd been a good person that year. He'd helped defeat Shadaloo, for one thing. He'd done so alongside his friends: Chun-li, Ryu, Ken, even...

...Well, he'd gone through a lot that year, and he'd been the best, kindest person he could be, in spite of it all.

"Well then!" G declared in that Louisiana drawl, stepping out in front of him so assertively that Guile took a fighting stance on instinct, "that means you, too, deserve a present this Christmas!"

Guile relaxed somewhat. "Oh, uh... Thanks, G, but I don't really need anything."

"Are you sure about that? Is there nothing that you wish for in this most festive occasion?"

Guile only shrugged, and sipped on his coffee. G considered this for a moment, stroking his long, white beard (Guile wondered if it were real, or part of the costume).

"How about a coupon for that coffee shop you frequent?" he asked, withdrawing an object from his coat pocket. It was wrapped in a red-and-gold bow: a plastic card marked with the café's logo, as well as a not insignificant dollar amount.

"When did you...? Never mind. No thanks, really," Guile insisted, brushing past G and continuing on down the sidewalk. G, not to be deterred, strode after him. And, not to let a good gift go to waste, he slipped the gift card into the horn of one of the street musicians playing carols as he passed.

"True... perhaps it's thinking too small to offer you a simple coffee gift... We must think bigger! Big, like your hair!"

"Excuse me?"

From another pocket, G revealed a hefty bottle of hair gel. Even at a glance, Guile could tell that it was the exact brand that he himself was known for.

"Merry Christmas, Guile!"

Guile eyed the old man suspiciously. "How are you doing that?"

G chuckled. "I told you! It's Christmas Eve! Time for a jolly old man to bring gifts and Christmas cheer!"

"I know, but you aren't really... Santa doesn't... Look, if this is just a publicity stunt to promote your campaign or something--"

"Campaign? For what? I'm already the President of the World, you know!"

"Uh... yeah..." Guile conceded, proceeding to pick up his pace for the next few blocks.

At some point, the snow had begun to fall again, its soft flakes catching on the bare tree limbs, as well as Guile's shoulders and the flat top of his hair.

"That's it!" G exclaimed, pointing toward the sky as though he'd just had the most brilliant idea. Again, he rummaged through his pockets. "A man such as yourself can't risk being caught in the cold on Christmas Eve. Perhaps what you most want this year..."

By the time Guile turned around, G had somehow managed to bring out a knitted hat, with matching gloves, scarf, socks, and a bright green sweater with the words "FAMILY MAN" stitched across the chest. The president's grin was as broad as ever.

"Where are you going...?!" he called as Guile took a sharp turn through an alley.

-

Guile was sure he'd lost him by the time he cut through the park. Not that he considered himself a "scrooge" by any means, but this Christmas was one he'd rather just spend quietly alone, without the reminder of giving and receiving presents from loved ones. Besides, the way G was getting these gift ideas was awfully suspicious. Had his associates at the Air Force Base sent G to pester him after he had ignored their invitations to the annual Christmas party? Byron Taylor was usually more professional than that, but he wouldn't have put it past his subordinates to pull this kind of stunt with a "celebrity" FooTuber.

Or, he considered, maybe G was just lonely. Overbearing, perhaps, but maybe Guile shouldn't have been so cold to him. After all, one could have a thousand social media followers, and still yearn for the company of another person offline. There was no reason to be alone on Christmas of all days, Guile thought, feeling over the embossed letters of the dog tag in his pocket.

Although it was still early in the evening, the blanket of gray clouds overhead already made the city dark. It was dark enough now for him to notice the many apartment windows and storefronts decorated with multicolored lights. Some blinked in an arbitrary rhythm, some were synchronized to music, others just glowed with no flicker at all. By the time he followed the lights out of the park and back onto the main road, the continuous snowfall had resulted in thick piles in the street, necessitating the deployment of salt spreaders and plows. The noise of their engines made him almost fail to notice the rumbling of the motorcycle that came speeding up from behind.

"It's a long walk home in this weather!" who else but G hollered from the seat, "Can I interest you in a ride?"

"Let me guess," Guile sighed as the red-white-and-blue bike pulled up beside him, "you think this motorcycle is the perfect Christmas gift for me?"

"Not unless you prefer something with a little more trunk space!" G answered, pulling out a ring of keys and pressing a button that caused the brand new sports car across the street to chirp.

Guile rubbed his eyes.

"Look, I appreciate the gestures, and I still have no idea how you're doing this, but there's really, honestly nothing that I want that you can give me."

"Oh, there has to be something!" G insisted as he dismounted the motorcycle and again stroked a hand over his beard and mustache (were they real, though?). "Let me think... You're the kind of fella who is brave, patriotic, selfless... loves his friends and family from the bottom of his heart... Someone who embodies the qualities of humanity that all the people of Earth might hope to strive for! What, I ask you, what to gift a man who finds happiness not in mere material possessions, but in his bonds with those who make his life full and worth living and fighting for?! What to give a man who wants nothing, for he already has everything in his heart? After all, is not the true meaning of Christmas, the true value of the holiday spirit, something that transcends such material, impermanent possessions? And YET! Doesn't a man who has fought so hard and loved and lost so much--does he not deserve to have as magical a Christmas as any good child of Earth?"

Being that it was impossible to get a word in edgewise when G went off into one of his grand speeches, Guile gave up on trying to invite the man over for Christmas Eve dinner.

Only after G had come down from his crescendo, and the cheering onlookers began to disperse, did he realize that Guile was nowhere to be found. Still, he maintained that big, jolly smile.

Just then, a metallic glimmer caught his eye in the snow at his feet, twinkling in the alternating illumination of red and green lights. He bent down to retrieve it, lifting the tag by its chain and reading the embossed name with great curiosity.

"Ah, perhaps there is something for you after all, Mr. Guile..."

-

Later that night, Guile lay on his couch, watching the glow of the colored lights strung around the bristles of the Christmas tree. It was a lush, bushy pine with deep green needles and a strong sap smell. A healthy plant, but too tall for the dimensions of Guile's apartment; the topmost branch bent flat against the ceiling. A few round baubles dangled here and there, casting the rainbow light in psychedelic patterns on the walls, but the quantity and quality of the decorations were modest. Equally sparse was the area beneath the tree. There were, as always, a few boxes from Ken, which he suspected had been wrapped by Eliza, as the creases were too smooth and too lacking in scorch marks. The only other significant indication of the holiday season was the row greeting cards from his government associates, propped up along the mantle. The cards were fanned out evenly alongside a framed photo of he and Charlie from their younger days.

He rolled over with a grunt, feeling the heat of the fireplace against his bare back. As he felt himself dozing off, he wondered if G would try any more Santa antics while he slept. ...Maybe he should stoke the fire hotter.

Guile lay there, pondering, absently listening to the weather report on the TV that told of the ongoing blizzard, until a soft knock at his door returned him to alertness.

It was too late in the night for another package delivery, he thought. Unless one of his neighbors had something for him, or something. Whoever it was, it had to be important, if they were taking the risk of going out in the middle of the night in what had suddenly become the fiercest snowstorm of the year.

When he reached the door, he paused with his fingertips against the knob. He thought he could hear the sound of jingle bells on the other side. With a deep breath to brace himself, he pulled the door open, wincing at the cold wind that whipped against his half-dressed body.

"GUILE?!"

He blinked at the figure standing before him. No, it wasn't G, nor his neighbors, nor a delivery person. Somehow, somehow, it was...

"Charlie?!" Guile gasped, "I thought you were dead! I saw you..." and then it occurred to him, "wait, why are you surprised that I live here? Why else did you knock on my door?"

Before anything else, Charlie stepped through the threshold and wrapped Guile in a tight embrace. He was only slightly less under-dressed for the winter weather than Guile, wearing the same cargo pants and sleeveless jacket that he had last been seen in back at Shadaloo, but their cold bodies quickly warmed as they touched.

It was real. Charlie was real!

"I didn't know you lived here," Charlie choked through barely held-back tears, "I just woke up in the blizzard and followed the light... to your apartment window, apparently!"

"You don't remember how you ended up here?"

Charlie shook his head. "Nothing. I... I don't even know what this is," he added, gesturing to the gift-wrapped object that he just now realized he was holding.

Guile took it, examining the card affixed to the gold ribbon around the neck of the thing.

"Huh. Well, it's addressed to both of us... I think."

"What do you mean 'you think?'" Charlie laughed, "Does it have our names on it or not?!"

"Hey, shut up, I can't see through my tears! You read it!"

"Hold on, I'm crying too! Jeezus, Guile!"

They took a few minutes to laugh and cry and hug and kiss each other again, snuggling on the couch in the glow of the Christmas lights and the crackling fire. The couch was much too small for the both of them, not that it stopped them from trying to sprawl out on the cushions, nor did it stop them from continuing to cuddle on the floor when they both fell off of it. It was just like old times. Charlie's face, his voice, his laugh, his scent... all just as Guile remembered. Charlie even came at him with stories and inside jokes that Guile had nearly forgotten, himself! Their banter came as easily as that of any two friends who were reunited after a long time. Even the dogtag around Charlie's neck was as clean and shining as it had been before his death.

"Something wrong?" Charlie asked of Guile's confused expression.

"No, no, I just... that's weird..." he observed, turning out his pockets, "did you have that on when you woke up?"

Charlie examined his tag, just as perplexed as Guile. "I think so... Why?"

"Well, I was holding onto it after you, uh... you know... And I had it with me all day today--at least I thought I did. ...I must have dropped it while I was talking to him..."

"Talking to who?"

Guile gazed a long moment at the Christmas tree, his eyes fixing on one of his oldest ornaments, which depicted the figure of a grinning, rosy-cheeked Santa Claus.

"...You know what? It's a long story, and you're going to find it hard to believe."

"Well, alright. Save your stories for later. If you aren't using your mouth in the meantime, though, can I kiss you again?"

-

The gift, they would eventually discover, was just a bottle of wine, and the card, they would see when their eyes were finally dry enough, was in fact addressed to them both. It was simply a generic greeting card, like that which could be found at any department store, with no message other than "Happy Holidays" printed onto it.

This card, as one may suspect, was signed with just a single, bold initial.

[uwemagain]

Ok so Gagaolala won't let me screenshot so excuse the poor quality images I had to take from BiliBili but the cameos are as follows:

Wayne Song & Huang Chun Chih who play Zhang Teng and Juan respectively, they were the leads in 'History 3: Make Our Days Count'

Wilson Liu who played one of the second couple in 'History 3: Make Our Days Count' also cameod as a member of Zhang Teng's gang

Aaron Lai and Hank Wang who play Xian and Shou respectively, they were the leads in 'Be Loved in House'

Matt Lee and Zheng Qi Lei play the two in the bar, they were the second leads in 'Plus & Minus'

An Jun Peng who plays Fan Jiang Rui Chen, played one of the second couple in 'History 4: Close To You'

Max Lin and Shi Cheng Xuan play the couple from the café in episode 12, they were the leads in 'Plus & Minus'

I think that's all of the cameos thus far. Hope this helps!

Can somebody do a list of all the cameos that apparently appeared in Kiseki, complete with a screenshot of their scene?

I want to watch these, srarting with the nightclub couple (Please tell me who they are). Help a gal out.

[happywebdesign]

https://www.chun-amsterdam.com/

[dynamoe]

Boy Genius on AO3 | Pro | Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 ←You Are Here | Ch 4

Billy & White search for an example of Conjectural Technologies' vision in a pile of old trash. Save your eyes, read it on AO3

↓ Chapter 3 below the fold ↓

Assume trigger warnings comparable to source material — I love an f-bomb.

CHAPTER 3: Junkyard Full of False Starts

“Ok, we propose an alternative currency, right,” Pete laid out without breaking his button-mashing, “It exists entirely on the internet.”

Billy continued to flip through old notebooks for something to salvage. Conjectural Technologies didn’t really do anything but they talked a lot about the things they never got around to doing.

On the surface, life continued as normal. Shitty day jobs. Shitty microwaved dinner. Shitty video games. Billy requested the time off from the library and found a dishwasher from the Rainforest Café to cover his missed shifts at the diner while they were at the convention. Pete doubted if anyone would notice he was gone so didn’t bother, preferring go AWOL. The application was sent in, plane tickets bought, and some morally-gray phone calls made from gas station payphones. The dishonesty ate away at him, but Billy distracted himself with the task at hand.

Pete continued, “A currency unconnected to any country or bank. All transactions are anonymous, so it’ll appeal to drug dealers and juntas.” On screen Chun-li kicked Blanka repeatedly, murmuring adorably. He electrocuted her like it was no big thang.

“What gives each unit value if they’re not backed by gold or silver?” White asked rhetorically as he executed a perfect Super Killer Head Ram SUPER, “Enforced scarcity. To create more currency, a complicated algorithm has to be processed using RAM, electrical power, time… You burn down an acre of the Amazon for each monetary unit.”

Billy finally registered the content of his pitch, “We’re not evil, White.”

“That's subjective,” Pete sniffed, dropping a finishing move and extending a controller to Billy, “You wanna be Sagat?”

Billy had an idea, “Why don’t we show the political consulting stuff we did for the last election?* It wasn’t technically election fraud. The data-science influence map and the neurolinguistic-command robocalls?”

“Technically not brainwashing,” Pete emphasized.

“We won three primaries for our candidate. That’s impressive.”

“Eh, statistical analysis and predictive programming is kinda ‘heady.’ That’s more of a ScienceTomorrow! idea," Pete considered, "The World Super Science Forum is old-fashioned. They prefer a physical invention they can rub their greasy meathooks all over.”

“Also, we kinda... almost... elected a fascist genocidal lunatic to the presidency.” *(SEE Conjectural Technologies Decision ’92 special ‘Vote Billy Vote’)

Pete shrugged, “Not our department. We just did the polling data and strategy; we don’t make policy.”

“Once the rockets go up, who cares where they come down,” Billy reminded himself, “Can we go yet?”

Pete glanced over his shoulder through the window, “Yeah, it’s probably dark enough. Where are my shoes?”

— — — — —

The last moments before the sun dipped below the horizon was nicknamed by poetic cinematographers “the golden hour.” Low angle sunlight illuminated the patch of highway-side desert scrub that they claimed as their lawn with warm, orange-tinted light. These twenty minutes a day (some ‘hour’) Pete was free to walk in daylight unencumbered and he wasted it on kicking the abandoned experiments too big to chuck in a trash can, trying to find something to salvage.

“You ok there, pally? Walking kind of weird.”

“Chemical burns,” Billy sighed, shaking his legs, “Lesson learned – don’t leave it on longer than the instructions on the bottle.”

“Haircut looks good though.”

“Thanks a lot,” Billy said acidly, roughing up the pudding-bowl-style White had insisted on. Although essentially the same haircut he had from the age of 4 to 12 (when his mother finally allowed his input), he thought he looked more like a doofus than a genius.

“My supervisor actually asked if I had joined a Beatles cover band,” Billy spat, “Offered us a performance slot. THE BEATLES DIDN’T FORM UNTIL 1960. THAT IS OUTSIDE THE REMIT OF A SUPPOSED ‘50s-style American Diner!”

“Whisper words of wisdom, let it be,” calmed Pete.

“Why do we have a jet turbine?” Billy noticed the new addition to their ‘lawn furniture.’

“I wanted to pitch frozen turkeys into it to watch them explode like when they test bird-strike.”

“Where did you even find a jet engine?”

“I dunno,” White shrugged, disinterested, “The desert.”

There had to be some proof of Conjectural Technologies’ cutting-edge vision to wow a crowd of their scientific betters in this scrapheap. Pete insisted they could just blind everyone with branded merch giveaways. Billy believed that they did have a vision, or enough ability to fake one, but they had to dig through a bunch of trash to figure out what it was

“Why are we even going to this science conference if we’re not going to be scientists.”

“Because they invited us,” Pete answered flatly, “And Seattle is cool.”

“Why do we even have a company if we’re not going to make anything?”

“For the neon sign,” White pointed to the behemoth blinking on the roof of the trailer at a completely deserted stretch of 285 South.

In the last five years, the Conjectural Technologies innovation work-flow had become well-established. Over the course of a day, Pete pitched between twenty to fifty ideas at Billy. Over breakfast. During the morning commute. During commercial breaks of Dave’s World and Major Dad. He insisted he was “the idea man,” and presented a non stop flow of whatever crossed his mind. Most earned a dismissive “That’s stupid” or “Entirely impractical” or a very distinctive, “Are you high?”

A particularly egregious idea (Say, “The Denticure – A manicure for teeth!”) would launch into an argument with Billy detailing all the ways White’s idea was imbecilic and White countering each point with bullshit he made up off the top of his head. These could go on for hours until they forgot about the initial idea and transitioned to arguing about something else or just made the damn thing.

One idea in a million, Billy was on board right away (usually when really tired or avoiding his self-assigned home medical school homework). They could spend weeks testing, programming and building a prototype before getting distracted by a heated eBay battle over a 30-year-old toy from a cereal box or yet another King’s Quest coming out (that Roberta Williams was a machine). No matter how all-consuming it previously was, the invention was chucked out into the scrubby dirt acre they claimed as their backyard.

Pete tugged at his split ends, “Man, I need a haircut, too. If I let this get much longer people will start asking me if I’m Edgar Winter.”

“Who’s Edgar Winter?”

“You memorize the encyclopedia for fun. You know. You’re just feigning ignorance to make me feel old.”

“Did it work?”

“Yes.”

In the shadow of their DIY radio tower, Billy lifted a glitter-coated frag grenade from under a box, “Awesome! The Celebrenade! I thought we blew all these up! Every celebration can be a blast with a Celebranade!”

Pete referred back to the conference guidelines, “Nah.”

“I said EVERY CELEBRATION CAN BE A BLAST WITH A CELEBRANADE!,” he repeated with as much menace as he could muster. (About a tablespoon)

“There’s a strict no weapons of war policy at The World Super Science Forum. Pussies.”

“Awww, but it’s a Celebration Grenade! It’s fun. Balloons! Confetti!”

“No go, pally. It still blows shrapnel 100 feet in the air. Confetti could blind somebody, I guess, exploding at 8,050 meters per second Plus the aerosolized low dosage MDMA spray is technically ‘chemical warfare’ and outlawed by the Geneva Convention.”

Billy turned the grenade– completely identical to an army-issue M67 non-celebratory grenade in all ways but sparkliness– over in his hand, “It’d be bitch to take through airport security, too. Never mind.”

“The bubble-gum-flavored Semtex is out, too.”

“How about the Doggie Translator. That totally worked,” Pete said enthusiastically, pulling a fist-sized speaker from a pile and blowing sand out of the mechanics.

Pete woofed into the machine. “Woof! Woof!”

“Fuck! Fuck!” the speaker repeated back mechanically.

“Even if it’s behaviorally accurate— and I’m not conceding that it is – pet owners are not going to buy dog translator that interprets every bark as ‘fuck.’”

“It’s what dogs are saying 90% of the time,” Pete insisted.

___

The sun was fully below the horizon. The generator rumbled to life, clicking on the jerry-rigged patio lights.

“No vision found tonight,” Pete ruled, “Let’s go inside.”

"I got Army of Darkness and Benny & Joon from the video store."

"Yeah, that'll work."

💣 to be continued ⟶

Boy Genius on AO3 | Pro | Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 ←You Are Here | Ch 4

Author Note:

💣This was my 6,500th post. But then I erased some old double posts to knock it back down.

I'm gonna post the next chapter pretty quick just to get these fuckers to the conference already.

[ciel-elyseen]

the paper route

June 9th, 1942 – Alsace, France

It’s cloudy out, a promising thunderstorm peeks over the horizon, as the sleek black Mercedes rumbles over the gravel towards a new home, a new life.

Thousands of miles away from his now-occupied home country of Korea, Changkyun slumps against the car door, staring through the trees that surround the gravel streets on all sides.

--

He’s always dreamt of living in France. He always imagined the beautiful cobblestone streets filled with produce markets, lilies blooming out of flower pots, women strolling down the avenues smoking cigarettes, dressed in the latest fashions.

The France he has moved to is not the same France he dreamt of. France now lies in the hands of his father’s allies. Riddled with debris of bombed buildings, once bookshops, restaurants, and cafés; they now lie in ruin. Swastikas now fly on flag poles; the French flags are torn down and torched in the streets.

France is no longer free; no longer home to vibrant life and beauty. It has been destroyed by greed, inhumanity, and desire for power.

--

Changkyun’s sister, Chun-hei, is asleep next to him. At the tender age of six, she knows very little about the war. She only knows that her father has a special job to do, one that requires leaving their home and everything they know.

His mother, now addressed as Frau Im, sits elegantly in the front passenger seat of the car. Changkyun doesn’t know how his mother feels about the war or the people her husband aligns with, she keeps quiet most times. It frustrates him.

--

Changkyun hates his new life. Hates everything his father works for and hates everyone his father works with. The Nazi Party is wretched and inhumane, cares of nothing in regard to human life. He hates the power they hold over Europe and the world. But Changkyun is developing a plan, a plan that could most definitely get him killed, along with his family, if he’s not careful.

--

The car finally pulls up to a brick house, more of a mansion than a house, but a house no less. He lightly shakes his sister awake, her eyes fluttering tiredly.

“We’re here, Chunnie,” Changkyun says softly.

“Family, welcome to your new home and to Alsace, France. It’s most definitely not what we’re used to but I’m sure you all will get acquainted here soon,” Changkyun’s father, now Herr Im, boasts, hands on his hips as her surveys the freshly cut grass in the front yard of the home.

Changkyun stuffs his hands in his pockets and shudders. This place feels ominous and dark, unwelcoming. He wonders for a brief moment who lived here before him. Chun-hei is ecstatic with her new home and fully awake as she runs delightedly up the front steps.

“Look, guys! They have pretty potted flowers in so many different colors! Eomma, can I go play in the garden before supper?” Chun-hei asks politely, a large smile gracing her child-like face.

Frau Im chuckles softly, “Yes, my flower. Go ahead. Be careful and try not to get too muddy.”

Chu-hei bounds off, her delighted squeals echoing off the walls.

His mother stands behind him, eyeing the house carefully. A pained look crosses her face for a brief moment.

“Bienvenue à la maison, eomma,” Changkyun says, bowing dramatically.

She sighs at his antics, “Kyun-ah, please go inside and unpack. Supper will be ready at 6.” She brushes past him and into the depths of their new home or new hell as Changkyun would like to call it.

A couple of hours later, he’s sitting in the rose garden at the side of the house just before dinner, nose delved deep into the exciting adventures of Sailing Alone Around the World. He’s read the book probably fifty times, but the adventure draws him in every time.

He suddenly hears a knock at the front gate, confused he closes his book and walks towards the front lawn.

He peeks around the corner, body out of sight, and spots a man, seemingly around his age, holding something.

He’s staring in Changkyun’s direction, forcing Changkyun to leave his hiding place now that he’s been spotted. Carefully, he walks to the man at the gate.

The man appears to be around Changkyun’s age, maybe a little older, as he nears closer.

“Bonsoir, how can I help you?” Changkyun asks warily when he reaches the gate entrance.

“Bonsoir, monsieur, I’m Hyunwoo. I’m here to drop off the evening paper but I wanted to make sure it arrived in human hands,” The stranger, now known as Hyunwoo, asks.

He’s alarmingly cute. Brown hair falls over his tan forehead, brown eyes shine even in the dull setting. He’s taller than Changkyun and his small smile has Changkyun’s heart fluttering.

Dressed in tan khakis and a white shirt, suspenders clipped onto the belt loops, he’s the epitome of an innocent man delivering newspapers, unsuspecting.

Changkyun takes the newspaper from him through the gate bars, bowing shyly.

“Thank you, Hyunwoo. Have a good night,” Changkyun says politely.

“You as well, Mr. Im,” Hyunwoo bows, getting on his rickety bike, he pedals away, down the long path.

He turns, noticing his father at the doorstep, arms crossed.

“Who was that Changkyun?” His father asks sternly.

“His name’s Hyunwoo, he delivers our newspapers I guess. He seems nice,” Changkyun shrugs, handing the paper to his father.

His father hums, now uninterested, the news now more important.

Changkyun looks back down the road, now empty, and wonders:

What side is he on?

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #726: So About The Vampire Lady.....(Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

Bayonetta: Why are we still here?

Bayonetta: Just to suffer?

Daisy: Uhhhhhhhhh.......

Bayonetta: All the world's a stage. And the men and women.... are all merely players.....

Peach: Bayo dear?

Samus: What's up with our favorite Witch this time?

Daisy: Yeah. What makes her wanna start quoting Metal Gear and Shakespeare for?

Chun-Li: Is everything okay?

Palutena: Somewhat. Bayo here saw something that caught both of us off guard.

Palutena: And I think we alllllll know how she feels about the internet's newest vampire waifu.

Tifa: You're talking about that Alcina Dimitrescu lady, right?

Palutena: Yeah. Her.

Samus: Do we even wanna know what the photo looks like?

Palutena: ┐(‘～`;)┌

Bayonetta: Fair warning. The picture you all are about to see will make think HARD about your life choices!

Bayonetta: Okay. Maybe not really. But still!

Bayonetta: YOU HAVE ALLL BEEN WARNED!

Bayonetta: DUMMY THICC VAMPIRE.jpg

Peach: OH MY! (・o・)

Daisy: HOLY.......

Samus: Good Lord......

Tifa: Wow. That's....... something alright.

Palutena: Yuuuuuup.

Chun-Li: Oh geez..... She's even more thicker than Morrigan......

Tifa: Morrigan?

Samus: Who's that?

Chun-Li: Morrigan Aensland is one of the Darkstalkers I met quite a long time ago.

Chun-Li: She's........ Interesting to say the least.

Chun-Li: Morrigan.jpg

Peach: Oh. She looks pretty.

Daisy: I'm digging the long hair. U guys think I can rock a hair color like that?

Tifa: Maybe? But I think your original hair color suits you way more.

Daisy: Awww~ Thanks, girlfriend.

Tifa: (◠‿・)—☆

Bayonetta: Oh gods.....Not a another one....

Palutena: Bayo, honey, you gotta stop being jealous over these vampire ladies.

Chun-Li: Morrigan is more of a succubus actually. Even if she does have bat wings on her back.

Palutena: Huh. Neat.

Palutena: But my point still stands, Bayonetta.

Bayonetta: I know..... I'm just a tad bit afraid that Dimitre-What's Her Face is gonna steal you away from me. With her curves, looks, and everything.

Bayonetta: I know it may seem immature of me to act this way, but DHCHCFJFHK

Peach: BAYO!?

Palutena: No worries, ladies! I'm just giving my beautiful witch the love and attention she needs right now~

Palutena: Love and Cuddles.jpg

Peach: AWWWWWWWWWWWWW~

Tifa: That's so cute~

Chun-Li: And precious~

Samus: Just another day for these two lovebirds.

Daisy: How's it feel getting cuddled by your goddess, Bayo?~

Bayonetta: It's like I'm in heaven already~

Bayonetta Thanks for making me feel better, Paulie dear~

Palutena: Oh hush~ You know I always got your back no whaahkdunvkm

Bayonetta: Just gave my beautiful goddess a good ass kiss on the lips just now She's blushing like a cherry as we speak~

Bayonetta: Goddess Blush Cheeks.jpg

Peach: #Blessed

Palutena: Really?

Bayonetta: Hey. You surprise hugged me out of nowhere. So that certainly makes us even.

Palutena: Fair.

Samus: Overloading Cuteness aside, I don't see why everyone is so high over heels about these vampire waifus or whatever.

Tifa: Maybe it's because they have something that attracts people so easily?

Samus: Probably. But they're not even close as being as strong and beautifully thicc as Chun-Li truly is, that's for sure.

Samus: wait.

Samus: SHIT!

Samus: EVERYONE IGNORE THAT FIRST TEXT!

Samus: I'M SERIOUS!!!!

Peach: (・o・)

Tifa: (・o・)

Daisy: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Palutena: (͡°��� ͡°)

Bayonetta: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Chun-Li: Samus Aran.....You really think that way about me?

Chun-Li: ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Samus: Chun-Li, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to type it out of nowhere like that! I was just-

Samus: Wait a minute. Is that a Blushing Emoji you just posted?

Chun-Li: Lol it's fine, Sammy~ Really. I promise you that you didn't upset me one bit.

Chun-Li: In fact. I'm..... really flattered that you think so highly of me.

Chun-Li: So I thank you for that.

Samus: Oh.

Samus: You honestly need to thank me for all of that, babe.

Samus: I just.... accidentally typed what I really feel about you, I guess.

Peach: AWWWWWWWWWWW

Palutena: AWWWWWWWWWW

Daisy: AWWWWWWWWWWWW

Tifa: AWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Bayonetta: AWWWWWWWWWWW

Chun-Li: I'm happy for that lol.

Chun-Li: Although.......

Samus: ?

Chun-Li: If I must be frank and completely honest myself......

Chun-Li: I believe you're a lot more beautiful and thiccer in comparison~

Samus:

Samus Abruptly Left the Chat

Peach: SAMMY!?

Chun-Li: Don't worry, girls. Sammy and I are together at the café now. She just put her phone down on the table and start blushing like crazy lol.

Chun-Li: I'm helping her calm down tho.

Chun-Li: Hugging My Bounty Hunter GF.jpg

Peach: This really is a wholesome day.....

Peach: I love it!~ (≧▽≦)

Palutena: Same lol. 'Specially when our rough and tough Bounty Hunter is involved~

Bayonetta: That's what being one of the Certified Mommies do to you, of course~

Daisy: I going to tease the ever living crap out of that woman once I see her today!

Tifa: That would be fun to see honestly lol.

Tifa: Also I am definitely using that picture as my background picture on my phone.

Daisy: SAME!

Peach: Chun-Li, you don't mind if we save the picture you just posted, do you?

Chun-Li: Not at all. You all are welcome to use however you like.

Chun-Li: As long as it isn't for blackmail.

Peach: We promise!

Peach: Right, Daisy?

Daisy: Really? Not even for perfect opportunities?

Peach: ರ╭╮ರ ರ╭╮ರ ರ╭╮ರ

Daisy: Okay. Fiiiiine. I won't use it as blackmail. U have my word.

Peach: Good girl. ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)

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a little bit of sugar, daddy [3]

↳ Pairing: taehyung x reader

↳ genre: sugardaddy!au, ceo!au 

↳ rating: 18+    

↳ word count: 4.2k

↳ warnings: ceo!taehyung, sugardaddy!taehyung, lots of implied smut, lots of dirty talk, BDE taehyung lol

— synopsis: Taehyung - a sugardaddy and a businessman, a man who derives his life from sex, pleasure, and money. Y/n - a girl working at a small cafe, whose sex life is as dry as the weekly delivered coffee beans. Will Y/n adjust to the new lifestyle she agreed to, and keep up with all of the dirty antics with Taehyung?

a/n: go and check out my masterlist located at my bio to see the next chapter of this story!

"Congratulations Miss Y/n. You're at the top of the class again, it seems like you really love this course." Your biology professor, Mr. Chun, stated as he brought you in front of the auditorium after class. "Oh, well thank you, sir. I do try my hardest.” You smiled kindly at him. He nodded once, “I expect a lot from you. If you need anything from me, I’m gladly here to help you. You can count on me, y/l/n.” 

~

“Don’t you know you’re the luckiest girl on earth, y/n?” Olivia said as you walked side by side together around campus. You gripped the strap of your bag as you chuckled, “Maybe, maybe not.” 

“Look, I still don’t know what to do with this sugar daddy thing. I don’t even know if I’ll like it if I said yes.” 

“Isn’t that the point of trying? Y/n, don’t be so worried, this can make your life fun!” 

“It can, but it can also probably make me miserable and unfocused. Mr. Chun already complimented me that I’m doing so well in my studies. I’m just afraid that this will change my life, you know?” 

Olivia stepped in front of you, stopping your tracks. She smiled, making your heart warm. “I understand, Y/n. But I know you’re in need of money to pay bills and all and he can give it to you.” 

“But the sex--” 

“Don’t worry about that!” she pats your shoulders a couple of times, “I know you’re a little virgin but he can help you with it.” 

“I’m not a virgin.” 

“Well, you act like one,” somehow her words didn’t hurt you, “I’m sure that he knows what to do to you.” She winks right after, followed by a laugh making you scrunch your nose. 

“Because girl, if you don’t accept this offer, I’ll gladly take your place.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Whatever, Olivia. I’m going to the cafe, see you.” 

~

The cafe was only a walking distance from the campus which was a bonus, you didn’t want to call a cab every time. As you were enjoying your little stroll, you felt your phone vibrate against your jeans. You pulled it out and your eyes widened. It was a text from Taehyung. 

Taehyung [3:03 PM] - Good afternoon, angel.

It was almost embarrassing how you blushed in public because of that simple nickname. It was also embarrassing how fast you replied. 

You [3:03 PM] - Good afternoon to you too.

Right after you pressed send, you thought that the fact that you added a period at the end of the sentence made it look too strict and formal that it worried you. Immediately, you added a smiley face. 

You [3:03 PM] - :) 

“Wait…that seems more awkward.” You grunted and decided to just shrug it off, hoping that Taehyung wouldn’t react to this in any way. 

Taehyung [3:04 PM] - Cute

Fuck. 

Taehyung [3:04 PM] - Where are you? Are you off school? 

It was a miracle that you didn’t bump at anyone whilst you texted. You looked up for a moment and saw that the cafe was near and you hurriedly ran to get inside. “Hey, Y/n. Thank god you’re here.” Yuqi, another part-time employee greeted you. "Why? Did something happen?"

"That girl right there –” she pointed at a familiar face, making your eyebrows crease to try to remember her, "has been looking for a man named Taehyung for how many minutes now." Your eyes widened in shock, gasping. She was the girl Taehyung was with yesterday.

Yuqi looked at you with her eyebrows furrowed, "Why? Do you know who Taehyung is?"

"I do." You bravely said, and you didn't know why. "I'll talk to her."

You heard Yuqi murmuring a 'good luck' under her breath as you walked towards the woman. She was the one who Taehyung spanked, right in front of your fucking eyes.

"Excuse me, miss?"

"What?!" She harshly turned her head to you, her straightened hair whipping because of the action. She was talking to an employee who – as you can tell by the look in their eyes – was frightened to death. You nodded, signaling for her to go. "No man named Taehyung is here. If you could just leave –”

"No! I texted him that he should be here! Where the fuck is he?!"

"Maybe he didn't arrive. Now would you please leave this cafe alone and go scream for his name outside?" You gritted your teeth, pointing at the door. You didn't know why you were this pissed, something in her attitude, probably? Or the fact that she was looking for Taehyung made you jealous. He didn't tell you who this girl was, and you had no idea what they were talking about in this shop the other day. 

The lady scoffed bitterly and rolled her eyes, “Yeah, whatever fuck this.” She stormed out of the shop and the whole atmosphere was finally back to normal. Yuqi let out a sigh behind you, “Thank Jesus that you’re here,” she smiled, “if it weren’t for you she’d probably go as far as breaking stuff in this café.”

She turned to the few customers, “Everyone, please continue your business! The hell lady is finally gone.” You laughed and smacked her arms, “Shut up, Yuqi.”

“Oh please, she probably just wanted the attention.”

You walked around and behind the counter where Yuqi previously was and placed your bag on the floor. She leaned over, resting her forearms on the surface and looked at you with one of her eyebrows up, “Who was this Taehyung dude anyway? You said you know him?”

“Well,” you didn’t want to say who he really was. You gulped, trying to find excuses on what he can be, “I think I met him at school, he was some sort of one of my colleague’s brother? I don’t exactly know if he’s the right Taehyung I’m thinking about, though.”

Yuqi looked to the side, shrugging her shoulders, “Okay then,” she made a thumbs up followed by a click of her tongue, “gotta go.”

You let out a deep breath right after she stepped foot outside the shop. Suddenly, your eyes widened as you remembered that you didn’t reply to Taehyung’s text. You hurriedly grabbed your phone out of your pocket and saw 4 new messages from him. Shit.

Taehyung [3:05 PM] – Y/n?

Taehyung [3:06 PM] – Hey, are you there?

Taehyung [3:10 PM] – alright where the fuck are you

Taehyung [3:15 PM] – you’re at the café, aren’t you? picking you up at 5:50.

You shoot out a bunch of replies, saying sorry and that you had to handle something at the café. But you agreed to his request. You wanted to ask him who that lady was, though. You were dying to know.

~

“Can I have two black coffee please?” the customer said, followed by kissing her boyfriend on the cheek, “one for me and my boyfriend.”

You fought the urge to try not to gag. Instead, you scrunched your nose and punched her order. “T-that would be 3 bucks.”

The boy looked down at the girl, giving her a smirk as he rummaged through his pockets, “I’ll pay, babe.” The girl giggled beside him as he gave you the exact amount. “We’ll have it to go, please.”

Thank god. 

You handed him the receipt, “Thank you, please have a seat and we’ll give you your order,” you faked a smile for the hundredth time this day.

“Okay, what the hell was that,” You turned to look at Matt, who was patiently waiting for you on the other side of the counter, waiting for your shift to be over so he can take place. He scoffs, “Look, at least they love each other.”

“Yeah, wished they didn’t rub it on my face.” You rolled your eyes and taking two cups from the shelves, preparing the couple’s order. He laughs and pats your head, a genuine smile creeping up on your face. “You’re probably just jealous of them and wonder why you don’t have a boyfriend yet.”

With your eyebrows raised, you smirk at him, “Just ‘cause you have a girlfriend doesn’t mean that I’m the ugly loser here.” He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. His hair was blond and it was a little bit wavy. You can admit that he was sort of handsome, but he wasn’t your type.

You pressed the black coffee option on one of the machines and waited for the second cup to fill up. Turning your head, you saw the couple on one of the booths, laughing and kissing each other. You shrugged your shoulders – more to yourself. If they’re happy then let them be, you shouldn’t be the one to judge.

You placed the cups on a paper bag and made your way to their booth, attending to them with a smile. “Here is your order, I hope you have a wonderful day.” 

The boy smiled at you, “Thank you, we’re new to this place and we already love it. We love that everyone’s so kind.”

Oh. You were frankly surprised at his acclaim, but it made your heart warm either way. “Well, thank you! We all hope you come back soon.”

You bid farewell to the couple and watched them step out of the shop. You collected two dollars from the table which you thought was a tip and gladly took it with a little giggle. “Hah! You are mine, two dollars.”

You walked your way back to the counter which Matt already took place in. “I see you’ve been given two bucks.” He smirks, handing you your bag from the ground. You grasped one of the straps and swung it over your shoulder, “Mhmm, and a little compliment too. They said everyone here is so kind.”

Matt laughs, “Well, wait ‘till they see Yuqi.”

“Don’t…disrespect my queen like that.” You pointed a finger at him jokingly, rendering a laugh to emit from the both of you.

You said your goodbyes to Matt, waving at him and he did the same. You looked at your watch and it was exactly 5:55 PM. ‘Wait,’ you thought, ‘isn’t Taehyung gonna –’ You looked up and saw Taehyung, in his usual black suit, leaning against his black BMW with his hands on his pocket. He was staring directly at you, a smirk slowly creeping his face. Your breath hitched, gripping the strap of your bag tightly.

Making your way outside of the shop, he pulled the glass door open for you without saying a word. You gulped, really not knowing what to do. Taehyung locked eyes with you for a mere second then taking your bag away from you. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you watch him open the passenger’s seat. Tilting his head to the direction of the seat, he signaled for you to go inside. 

“In.” 

You obeyed, sitting on the leather seat as he gave you your bag back. His car smelled just like him and his expensive scent, almost making you dizzy – but it a good way. He made his way to his seat and started the engine.

The ride was awfully awkward, he wasn’t saying anything and you didn’t know where he was taking you. Before you can even ask, he was faster than you.

“It seemed like you were having a good time at the shop today.”

You looked at him, confused. His gaze was directly on the road but you can see how he clenches his jaw. “I – uh, I did. Yeah, a little.” Your voice was small, not really sure about where he was going in this conversation. “Who was the guy?”

You found yourself difficult to breathe, and you didn’t know why. What he said was just a simple question but you had trouble spitting out the answer. “O-oh, his name is Matt. He’s a co-worker.”

He turned his head to look at you for a moment, then back to the road. You can tell that he’s a little bit pissed but also amused because of the sudden smirk that crept back to his face. What was wrong with him? “Taehyung, he’s just one of my friends and, well – he has a girlfriend.”

Suddenly, he placed his right hand on top of your knee, making you jump a little at the sudden action. He chuckles, “Don’t worry, Y/n, I’m playingg with you. I know him.”

Your eyes widened, “You do?!”

“Mhmm. He once worked for me. He’s a nice dude, Y/n. Glad to know that he has found a job now.”

Your mouth was slightly agape, shocked by the whole situation. He looks at you and lifts his hand up to your chin, shutting your mouth with his index finger by applying a little pressure to it. “Close your mouth, baby. Before something goes inside.”

“Matt worked for me as an intern once. He did a great job and all and I always kept an eye on him. I thought he’d be more, well...” he started to find the right words, “lucrative, career-wise.” After that sentence, you narrowed your eyes at him, “Hey, don’t say that.” 

He laughs at you, shaking his head, “I know, baby. Don’t worry. I don’t discriminate.” 

“He never liked me that much, to be honest. But who didn’t? Everyone thinks I’m too bossy.”

You snorted, “Well, isn’t that the point of running a whole company? To control people?”

“That’s right, angel,” he looked at you and chuckled, “having control is my forte.”

~

“Where are you taking me, anyway?” You asked a minute later, and his hand was still resting on your knee. You were praying that he won’t move that hand up any further. “To my home. You owe me an answer, don’t you?”

Oh, right.

“Oh, right.”

He laughs quietly, stroking your knee. “Don’t be too afraid, Y/n. I’ll understand whatever decision you make.”

After a while in the car ride, you suddenly got used to his touch. It was a good thing that he abided your desire of not moving it up to your thighs anymore. You liked his touch, even if it was the simplest thing he can ever give to you. All of a sudden, the thought of the lady that was looking for him came up in your mind. You gasped from the abrupt remembrance. “You good there, angel?”

“There was a lady earlier in the shop, and – uh, she was looking for you.”

Taehyung scoffed in his seat as he rolled his eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Who is she?”

“Her name’s Crissy. One of my submissives at the time.” He looked at you, “You saw her the first time inside the café too at the time, right?”

You remembered the time, that fucking moment where he slapped her ass right in front of your eyes. You sighed and nodded, somehow feeling resentful all of a sudden.  “A submissive?”

“Yes.” He simply stated. Little did you know you were already at his place as he opened his door, walking over to your side as he opened yours. You were still confused as hell, but you followed him inside his building. You stepped inside the familiar home, the kitchen was the first place you see and the memories of yesterday flooded your mind, making you blush.

He made you sit on one of the stools as he sat across from you. “I brought Crissy to the shop because I wanted to talk to her about some business shit. She was working for me at that time, plus she was a submissive. It didn’t turn out the way we wanted to so I cut her off.” The fact that he said those sentences so simply with his deep, monotone voice made something ignite in you. “We made a condition, that whatever happens between us will only stay between us.”

He runs his hand through his hair in frustration, “She didn’t listen, and decides to tell her friends about us.” He looked deep into your eyes, “Obviously, the talk had gone all throughout other employees.”

“So they know…they know what you do now?” You stuttered, voice quiet. He smirks and lowers his head. He arises from his seat and goes around the island to stand behind you. He places his hands on the counter, trapping you in his arms. You can feel his breath right on your neck, making you tense. 

He chuckles behind you, “Only a few, but don’t worry, baby.” He presses his cheek closer to your neck, trying his hardest to hold back and try not to kiss your exposed shoulders. “I made sure that none of them will spill anything, ‘cause if they did,” he held your chin and firmly made you look at him, smirking, “they’d be gone in a flash.”

You widen your eyes, gulping. He notices this and laughs, shaking his head on how cute your reaction was.

“Taehyung, I really wanna do this, I really do,” you looked down, tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear, “b-but I’m just not sure enough.” Worried on what his expression might be, you didn’t look at him. Taehyung, on the other hand, smiled – as if he was expecting this.

He took your hand and pulled you away from your seat. He led you to his office, sitting down on the leather chair. He sat across from you and removed his blazer, placing it behind him. You can see that he has three buttons undone on his dress shirt, exposing the skin on his chest. You tried your hardest not to stare too much 

He opened a drawer below him and brought out a white folder, sliding it across to you. “Open it.”

You did as you were told and you were greeted with a page full on encoded words. The bold, capitalized title catching your eyes first.

‘CONTRACT’

Are you kidding me?

You looked up at him, his face was expressionless. “A contract?”

You never actually presumed that these were real, you only ever saw them in movies or in risky books, but never imagined that it was factual. He tilted his head to the side, leaning in closer to you as he rests his forearms on the table. His face was only inches away, taking your breath away. “Mhmm. We can’t do this without your full consent. Trust me on this.”

You only nodded and continued reading.

The following terms are the connecting contract between the Dominant and the Submissive.

1.    The central purpose of this contract is to allow the Submissive to explore her limits and her sensuality without harm with all due respect, and to take account of her needs.

2.    The Dominant shall not at any time demand, allow, or require the Submissive to participate in any activity that seems to be unsafe. The Dominant will not permit to be undertaken any action which could cause serious injuries or risk to the Submissive’s life.

“R-risk to…what?” You widen your eyes at him, confused and also scared at the same time. He caressed your cheek carefully, but it didn’t help your petrified state. He carefully smiled at you, looking deep into your big eyes that always made him crazy. “As it states there, angel, we won’t do anything that you do not consent to. I’m not about forcing anyone to do things that they’re not comfortable with, yeah?” Taking a deep breath, you replied, “Okay.”

3.    The Dominant will control, dominate, discipline, and accept his Submissive as his own during the term. The Dominant will use the Submissive’s body at any agreed times in any manner.

4.    The Dominant will provide the Submissive with all necessary guidance and training to properly oblige the Dominant’s needs.

5.    The Dominant may discipline the Submissive as necessary to fully appreciate her subservience to the Dominant and to discourage unacceptable conduct.

You weren’t even halfway into reading and you found yourself holding a breath. Taehyung was deeply looking at you, examining your expressions every time. He noticed how you sometimes gulp, how your eyebrows furrow, and how you shift on your seat. He bit his lip, trying to control himself.

You were twenty, and he was twenty-seven. You were like the freshest flower to him – the last one to bloom. He didn’t even know himself that he would choose a girl like you, so serene and delicate. You were so careful in everything, so pure. Something always fueled inside of him whenever he’s with you, and he liked this new experience. You don’t know what you do to him, but he was also feeling all these sparks inside of him, just like you do.

Sexual kinks/fetishes that the Dominant settles on:

‘Sir’ kink – the Submissive must call her Dominant ‘sir’ whenever they are accommodating in sexual activities.

Impact play – spanking, flogging, paddling, whips.

Light bondage and blindfolds

Sex toys

Choking

Begging

Establishing ownership

Orgasm control

Overstimulation

Voyeurism

- And others that can be indicated prior to or during the act of sexual intercourse.

You bite your lip as you read those words from the paper. All of it made you feel nervous but also turned on. Looking up at him, you saw how his eyes dilated as his gaze was fixed on yours. He took a deep breath, loving the effect all of this had on you. His thoughts became dark, but he knew how to contain himself. Right now – at least.

“You alright, angel?” he softly asked as he pressed his tongue on the corners of his cheek. He examined your body, checking you out up and down. You suddenly felt small, intimidated by his scrutiny. Feeling timid, you looked down on the floor. You wanted to try these all of these things with him, but you really don’t know how. Sudden questions popped up in your mind, asking that what if you wouldn’t do well enough, or what if you wouldn’t satisfy him as he deserves?

“Look at me, y/n.”

You tried, you really did. But at this point, you were too embarrassed. You gulped as you nervously played with your hands.

“I said look at me, baby girl.”

The sudden harshness and strictness in his voice accompanied by that pet name made you instantly obey and looked up at him. “I know you’re nervous, y/n. This is all new for you and I get where you’re coming from.” He grabbed your hands and encaptured them in his. “Tell me, have you ever had any intercourse?”

You sighed, wanting to look down but you knew that he wouldn't allow it. Licking your lips, you answered, “Yes. But that was only about a year ago and I haven’t gotten any ever since.” Your voice was small as you carefully read his expression. He raised one of his brows, biting his lip for a second. “How many?”

“Like how many times?”

He chuckles, “Yes, angel.”

“T-that was my first time. It wasn’t that good.”

A fire ignited in Taehyung’s stomach. He wanted to know more.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” He leaned even closer, faces now centimeters away. You can feel his hot breath tickling your lips, making you shiver. Taehyung wanted to touch you and kiss you so bad at this moment, but he prevents himself.

You shook your head, “No.”

The man in front of you sighs, pulling himself away and leaning back on his chair as he threw his head back. “Shit, Y/n. You're gonna make me insane.”

He stands up, walking around the desk to stand in front of you. He pulled your hand, commanding you to stand up as he made you sit on his desk. With his big hands, he parted your knees away from each other as he stood in between them. He held your waist tightly and firmly, making you lose your breath. Everything happened so quickly in a split second. He pulled your body closer to him, slightly pressing his hips on your own.

“Do you even know what you do to me, baby?” he held your jaw with one of his hands, making you look at his dark irises, “huh?”

Taehyung wanted to fuck you so bad, he wanted to take you on his desk, wanting to claim you as his. He never felt anything like this with his past submissives, his nerves were on fire. He wanted to do everything that the contract had, but he knew that now was not the time.

Taehyung closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he removed the hold he had on you. “Sorry, angel.” He stepped back, running a hand through his hair. “I-I didn’t know what I was doing. I lost my control and I know you didn’t –”

“Taehyung,” you called out his name, forcing a kind smile to plaster on your face. “It’s okay.” You giggled, pulling him back to you. He was stunned for a moment but smiled as well.

“Yes.”

He creased his brows, not sure where that ‘yes’ came from. ‘It couldn’t be…’

“I wanna,” you paused for a moment, wanting to think this through properly. But the way how he touched you lingered in your body and in your mind, and you wanted to feel that sensation more often. 

Fuck it. 

“I wanna be with you, Taehyung. Wanna be yours, wanna be your girl.”

Taehyung couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had his mouth slightly agape, shocked with your answer. “A-are you sure, Y/n?”

You smiled genuinely, “Yes I am, very much.”

Biting his lip, he smirked at you. God, how much you liked that smirk of his. “You’re saying yes to me, baby girl?”

A sudden idea popped into your mind, and now you’re the one smirking. Without even thinking about it twice, you spoke, “Yes, sir.”

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TOP 15 THINGS TO SEE AND DO IN SINGAPORE

Singapore is a clean, modern, and amazing multi-cultural city to visit that has so much to offer. There are great accommodations, restaurants and bars, parks, and of course one of my favorite things… shopping.

Top 15 Things to See and Do in Singapore

1. Marina Bay Sands SkyPark

A trip to Singapore would not be complete without a visit to the 57th floor of Marina Bay Sands.  Start with the world’s largest Infinity pool that captures stunning views of the skyline. Sure, it is overcrowded for sure. Yes, you are in Selfie land here but if you cannot beat them, this is the place to join them! I have seen beautiful days, clouds, and sunsets all from this amazing infinity pool. A must see at last once!

2. Ce La Vi

This is one of my go to places to have some snacks, drinks, and to especially enjoy the sunset over the captivating skyline of Singapore.

3. Watch the laser show and have snacks at restaurant Lantern

Facing Marina Bay Sands is the Lantern Rooftop Bar. From here you have exceptional views of the laser show taking place at Marina Bay Sands across the water. Enjoy appetizers, drinks, and even dinner at this great location at the Fullerton Hotel on the water.

4. Go Shopping in Singapore

Singapore is a shopper’s paradise as long as you have lots of buying power. Go shopping at Marina Bay Sands Shoppes, everything you can ever imagine can be found here… From the mall, you can access Louis Vuitton’s flagship floating store. Head up to the second floor and check out the views from the outdoor deck.  Another great shopping area is Orchard Road. This metropolis has it all and is a shopper’s paradise.

5. Gardens by The Bay

Visit the ever so gorgeous Gardens by the Bay. You can walk some of it for free but it is worth visiting the paid attractions here as well. Check out the waterfalls in the Cloud Forest Conservatory, the lighting of the Super Tree Grove structures at night, and the Flower Pavilion. It can be crowded but is worth visiting,

6. Visit Chinatown

I enjoy exploring a city by foot and Singapore is no exception. One area worth walking around is Singapore’s Chinatown. Do some shopping here and enjoy delicious Dim Sum and a beer while people watching. The Tanjong Pagar Temple is a great place for photos.

7. Staying at Ritz Carlton Millenia

This luxury hotel is located in Marina Bay. The spacious lobby area has a nice bar and live music. The bay side rooms offer great views of Singapore’s beautiful skyline. Everything here is first class!

8. Stay and dine at the Four Seasons

Another hotel I have stayed at is the Four Seasons located near Orchard Road Shopping district. The service here is outstanding and the rates are better than what you pay near Marina Bay. Dine at Jiang-Nan Chun. This is an exceptional Cantonese restaurant and I go here every time I visit Singapore.

9. Dine and Party at Lavo

Enjoy dinner or drinks at LAVO located on the 57th floor of Marina Bay Sands. When they stop serving Italian food, the music takes over, and the 180 degree views of the skyline here are amazing.

10. Visit Sentosa Aquarium

This is one of the largest and best aquariums in the world, SEA Aquarium. The aquarium boasts over 100,000 sea creatures and I am not disappointed with the exhibits. One of my favorite exhibits features majestic manta rays. They are so graceful as they glide through the water.  Save yourself some time and buy your tickets online before going.

11. Great Option for seeing the sunset, 1-Altitude

They claim to be the “highest alfresco bar in the world.” This is one of my spots to watch the sunset. Here you can enjoy food, drinks, and music while taking in their 360 degree views Singapore’s skyline.

12. Have breakfast at My Awesome Café

This is a great spot to eat breakfast with lots of healthy options.

13. Merlion Park

This waterfront park is known for its mythical Half-fish and half-lion statue that shoots water from its mouth. Check out the bay from the park.

14. Visit the ArtScience Museum on Marina Bay

Just look for the lotus-inspired building on Marina Bay and you have arrived. There are lots of cool Art and Science themed exhibits here to explore and expand your mind.

15. Explore the city by foot

Whenever I can, I always enjoy walking in a city and Singapore is no exception. Explore the bay, the neighborhoods, and discover new places. Singapore is a beautiful city with lots of green spaces to enjoy.