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[onlyjjong]

엔하이픈 --- AND THAT'S HOW I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR MOTHER.

　　김선우 　x　 fem!reader 　　┊　　1172 words

GENERE　┊ 　!oneshot, !nonidol , !fluff , !hints of attempted angst , !high school, !potential relationship , !bestfriends to lovers

NOTE DI ENTRATA　 ┊　 in which seonwoo falls in love with his best friend after seeing how caring she is.

DISCLAIMER 　┊ 　depictions may be inaccurate , contains swear words & mentions of violence (reader punching someone).

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Alone. Helpless. Countless emotions haunted Kim Seonwoo, dragging him down with them. He begun to dread waking up every single day, knowing that he’ll be discouraged by his own progress. 

School was beginning to feel rather overwhelming. Wasn’t 10th grade supposed to be all about spending memorable time with friends with no care about tomorrow? 

The shady trees and colourful slides around him began to blur as tears threatened to spill out of his eyes. He clenched his fists tight, trying to force all the emotions down his throat. 

“Seonwoo!” a voice called—melodious, sweet, and enlightening. A voice that belonged to you, his best friend. 

Shit.

Seeing that Seonwoo wasn’t waving back at you cheerfully, as he normally would, your heart began to pang with worry. Your legs quickened their pace, driving you to Seonwoo as fast as they could. 

“Seon-” 

“Hi, Y/N,” he smiled as he quickly cut you off, hastily blinking back tears. 

“You walked back home without me,” you said, pouting slightly. You fidgeted with your backpack straps. “I waited for 30 minutes in front of the gate! I seriously thought I made you upset or something.”

Seonwoo forced a chuckle, his eyes fixed upon the algae that had grown onto the base of the bench he was sitting on. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to.”

“There’s something wrong,” you said abruptly after an awkward period of silence—that involved Seonwoo trying his absolute hardest to avoid your interrogating gaze. “But, you’re hiding it from me. And I’m guessing it’s been like this for, like, a while.”

Seonwoo immediately looked up, finally making eye contact. “Huh?”

“Don’t you ‘huh’ me, Kim Seonwoo,” you rolled your eyes, huffily taking a seat next to him. “I’ve known you for quite some time now. Trust me when I say, I know when to spot an upset Seonwoo.” 

A couple of minutes passed by with complete silence. Seonwoo threw his gaze far away, dazed as your look on him went unnoticed. 

Noticing how your best friend of almost 3 years—who knew you like the back of his hand, who was always there with you no matter how happy, dumb, or sad you are—acted so out of character, you couldn’t help but feel a portion of the emotions he felt. 

“You know,” you chuckled gently as you began, glancing at Seonwoo, “today I finally got the butter sugar bun I’ve been wanting to eat for ages. It was finally restocked!”

Licking your lips, you reminisced at the taste. You kicked your legs in the air, excited, “it was sooo good, Ddeonu! I wish you were there to eat it with me. Where were you?”

“Library,” he muttered a few seconds after. 

You pressed your lips together, sighing. You hoped that changing the topic would’ve brought Seonwoo back into his normal self; but nothing was working. 

Desperate to cheer him up, you took a deep breath.

“You never go to the library without me,” you replied, hugging your legs with your arms as you turned to face him, “are you upset with me?”

Seonwoo failed to meet your eye. 

“No.”

“Yes. Yes you are.”

“No.”

“Yes, you are. Seonwoo, I know you–”

“No, you fucking don’t!” Seonwoo yelled sharply, directly into your face. The shock it gave sent you tumbling down the bench; you fell flat on the ground.

“Seonwoo…”

“You don’t know me, Y/N! Stop acting like you care, stop acting like I’m the bestest friend you could ever have!”

As soon as those words left Seonwoo’s lips, something in you snapped. Within seconds, your fist landed onto his lips, throwing him slightly to the back. 

Towering over his figure, you seethed, “fine. You know what? I guess I don’t know you after all. The Seonwoo I know is kind, gentle, and caring. He would never yell at me face for fucking asking how he’s doing.”

A tiny pinch of guilt seeped into you as you watched Seonwoo wipe blood off his lips. 

“The Seonwoo I know is my best friend—who I’ll trade nothing in the world for.”

The world fell silent as the two of you stayed to soak in what just happened. 

“If you’re not saying anything, then I’m going home,” you then said, after what seemed like eternity of waiting for some kind of verbal response from Seonwoo. He hadn’t met your eyes ever since you stated how you truly felt about him. That you saw him as your best friend; your rock; your companion. 

Though, before you could leave, Seonwoo grabbed your arm. And as you turn to face him, you are greeted with something you’d never expect to see. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” whispered Seonwoo, his voice throaty. His hand tightened its grip on your wrist. Tears began to flow down his cheeks, causing his beautiful eyes to sparkle. “I’m sorry, I really am. I-I didn’t mean to say that to you. I don’t… I don’t know what I was thinking–”

“It’s okay, really,” you replied, reaching for his hand.

“I knew you were going through something, Seonwoo,” you continued, oblivious to the fireworks that started to blast in your best friend’s heart. 

“I’ve never seen you look so… broken, you know? I-I don’t know what to do to comfort you. I still don’t,” you chuckled. 

Squeezing his hand tight, you smiled. “I thought of giving you some space to sort yourself out, but if you need anything, I’ll be here.”

Seonwoo, upon hearing your words, couldn’t stop his tears any longer. He cried his heart out, and even though it deeply concerned you, you knew best to remain there with him. 

“Seonwoo…” you hugged him, slightly surprised to find him reciprocating the gesture swiftly. 

 “I’m struggling,” he confessed, face buried in the comfort of your hoodie, “with everything. I’m on the verge of failing, Y/N.”

“I know it’s weak of me to cry–”

“It’s not.”

Seonwoo chuckled amidst his (still flowing) tears, which made you slightly happy. You managed to lift his mood up a little!

“I’ll help you, you know,” you said, patting his back. “I’ll help you until you become one of the top students of Decelis International School.”

Seonwoo giggled, causing tingly vibrations throughout your body. “Thanks,” he murmured into your hoodie, a few seconds after his giggle settled down. “I owe you my life, Y/N.”

Squeezing into the embrace, you nodded. “Anything for you, Seonwoo.”

Seonwoo shook his head, grinning as he broke the hug. “Oh, don’t say that—you’ll regret it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, since you’ll do anything for me—I’ll make you do all my homework, do all my projects– ouch! What was that for?” 

“Don’t make me take back my hug and my words!” you exclaimed after hitting his head. 

The two of you erupted into fits of laughter; the orange sunset painted across the sky around you. The moment was perfect—everything seemed to go by slowly, and it seemed like it was only Seonwoo and you. 

“And, Seong-ja, that’s how I fell in love with your mother.”

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[crooked-haven]

BTS Reaction | You’re Jungkook’s Girlfriend

➭ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X (F) Reader

➭ Genre: Reaction

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my work so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Serendipity_haven (Taexxgukkie & Crooked-haven)

Word Count: 0.5k

“This is Y/N my girlfriend I told you about” Jungkook holds your hand as his band members stare at you in awe. They have never met one of their maknae’s girlfriends before, this one must be serious. You looked at each of them individually and smiled warmly.

Jimin: Excited. I feel like he would be the first one to introduce himself, give you a big hug and even compliment you on either your hair color or your outfit. He would then probably show you embarrassing photos of Jungkook throughout the years and Jungkook would probably get all embarrassed and shy about it.

Taehyung: Quiet but friendly, probably watching you from afar for awhile before actually introducing himself. I view him as super chill and down to earth, so he would more than likely start small talk or introduce you to his Yeontan, maybe even take a few selfies with you and of course Jungkook.

Jhope: Another hugger, but not as much as Jimin. He would probably ask you if you dance or sing and then show you some of his dance moves. He is a ray of sunshine so he probably makes a few jokes that makes you feel more comfortable. I also feel like he would be the one to comment on your beauty.

Namjoon: Simple handshake, maybe even a side hug if you’re lucky. I view him as super mature he would probably ask you semi personal questions but nothing too intrusive, it’s just small talk to get to know you better. You would have to get to know him more to get more of a “reaction” out of him.

Yoongi: Another quiet one, but this time I feel like he would wait until you introduced yourself or until Jungkook introduced him to you. I think he would smile warmly at you and say something along the lines of nice to meet you or maybe he would tease Jungkook about how much he talks about you to get the spotlight off of him.

Jin: I feel like he would introduce himself as world wide handsome and then probably talk about himself or something that catches his interest. Maybe ask you who your bias is, and why it’s not him. Then go about his day, but not in a rude way.

A/N:

This was my first reaction ever so I hope you enjoyed it<3

[minjizdraft]

Taetae

[waleriqww]

type of yes sir i’ll bring your daughter

[avocardorablegirl]

KIM TAEHYUNG…👀😳🥵🔥

[opossumbucket]

tbh i have no idea why i made this just had a feeling

[theficblog]

WayV for Phantom

[xiaoderyy]

DEBUT VS LATEST

[hanandesu]

I found the wording on pinterest and I decided to edit it to make myself a lockscreen wallpaper. *ahem* I actually miss drawing Wilford and the other egos. Lmao.

[gender-euphowrya]

wait ew samsung's galaxy ai just straight up has built-in wallpaper generators

[speedy-troublemaker]

(( I. AM. STILL. SCREAMING. ABOUT. THIS. AND I PROBABLY WON'T STOP ANY SOON. HOLY SHIT YOU WENT ALL OUT IN THIS AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA I CAN'T FUCKING PUT IT IN WORDS WTF FELI ))

"Don't you dare touch my operator, you bastards," "Don't even think about running away."

-Episode 11, Blazing, Hot Spirits!

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 05

PREVIOUS

It might be objectively funnier if no one knows Fluent Freshman’s first name (even me because there’s some funny ideas but nothing as funny as “UNKNOWN” Smith) aside from Wymack.

Even the announcers just refer to him by his last name (maybe his first name is very foreign and hard to pronounce, maybe that’s why he got into foreign languages, maybe it’s so bland that the announcers just can’t his full name without yawning, maybe it’s just that someone else on the Foxes has the same first name so there’d be confusion, who knows) This only occasionally creates confusion because the Terrapins and the Ravens both have someone with the same last name as him.

Either way after one-two hit confidence crushing combo of the CVS girl knowing he has tummy trouble and the conversation with Neil where Neil asks about his stomach ulcers FF utilizes all of his years of learned behavior to fully fade into the background. Wallflower? No man I’m Wallpaper you cannot see me.” This has unintended consequences.

1. He has become undetectable which means that he is now, once again, hearing all sorts of relationship talk but now it’s not just between Captain Neil and Andrew Minyard and their surprisingly soft private life.

He is subjected to Nicky gushing to Erik in German. He has to listen to Kevin talk to someone named Jean in French (he only finds out later that they’re NOT dating but it sounds like date talk...though most of his experience is listening to Captain Neil and Andrew Minyard loving say they hate one another so maybe he has a bad pool of knowledge.) Matt, Aaron, Jack, and some of his other freshman players all speak in English but CHRIST he wishes it was in any language he doesn’t know. (If he hears Jack say ‘Yeah sure whatever Babe.’ one more time HE’S going to slap the asshole for being so dismissive to his girlfriend.)

2. He has become objectively better at being a defensive dealer because other teams just kind of don’t notice him and pass right to him. Kevin wants to study him on what about him makes him so adept at causing unforced errors in objectively better players. Fluent Freshman, having been yelled at by Kevin more than once, takes the moment Kevin’s eyes are diverted by Captain Neil saying something and just slides out of his seat into a different seat (Middle of the bus. The least noticeable section) and puts up his hoodie and pretends to sleep. (he does not. what if he drools? It’s already hard enough getting sleep in a room with two roomies. He got to campus earliest so that he could claim a top bunk so no one could see him even if heights make him nervous.)

3. Since he has become undetectable that means that Andrew Minyard and Captain Neil have a hard time detecting him. So he has not had to endure their silent judging company. He is sure that Andrew is waiting for him to slip and he’s also sure that Captain Neil thinks he’s stupid. No other freshman gets as much homework help from the Captain as he does. Still, he doesn’t have to sit in the silent knowledge that they both dislike him enough that they want him to know it. HIs ulcers are starting to get better and the girl at the CVS (He’d have to have a whole conversation to change where his prescription is filled and he’d rather die) didn’t even recognize him when he came in for a refill on his prescription or note that he was buying pepto bismol again.

HOWEVER

This means that Neil has come back with slumped shoulders and uneaten snacks the last five times he’s gone for his usual hangout. They are never planned hangouts it’s just that FF is always in the same 3 locations because there are only so many spots on campus where your back is completely secured and that weren’t so intimidating to go into (The library is terrifying. What if he sneezes???) and for the last two weeks Andrew has been unable to find FF outside of practice either.

(It has to be stated that FF is in the EXACT same spots as before but he is in stealth mode and therefore only visible if you are a mantis shrimp.)

Andrew Minyard does NOT like this. FF is THE singular tolerable teammate. Andrew likes the decompression time  he gets when him and FF sit in quiet and do their own things. FF never asks for his attention but occasionally offers him good german literature recommendations for every stage of literacy ever since Andrew had mentioned wanting to get better at the written language so he wouldn’t have to rely on Neil or Nicky when the Monsters vacationed there next summer. He doesn’t call people friend easily but FF is a friend.

So it’s incredibly irritating that for the last two weeks he’s been completely unable to grab that friend and ask what the hell is going on. The Foxes have histories and it wouldn’t be the first time a Freshman’s past caught up with them or that one of them had something set them back into old survival habits. It’d happened with Matt, it’d happened with Aaron and Andrew, it for SURE happened with Neil, Sheena’s coping mechanisms had been the bane of Andrew’s existence the year before, some of the other freshman had setbacks this year and a few players over the years have had to leave due to the very circumstances that gave them a home with the Foxes. Andrew had never really cared as long as his people were fine.

It’s just that Andrew actually kind of cares about this Freshman, he considers him as someone who could be one of his people.

Which is why Andrew will keep stalking the campus around FF’s preferred haunts until he grabs him.

Andrew catches him outside of stealth mode (He had been using a urinal that is NOT where you don’t want people to notice you) and grabs him by the scruff. “We’re taking a drive.” he says and FF just sort of goes limp and lets himself be dragged off.

He hopes that he can write his grandma a letter telling her how much her love and care over the years meant to him before Andrew kills him. He’d even take if Andrew would only let him write it in his own blood.

NEXT

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[justjams2003]

Fast Pace- 10

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @dark-night-sky-99 @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae

Word count: 3,1k

Masterlist

Part 9~Part 11(coming soon)

"Carlos! Carlos! Carlos! Look! Look! Look!” Your excitement is uncontainable. There was a knock on the door early in the morning. You opened the door to a package in the hands of one of your security guards. With the name of one of the lesser-known clothing brands in Milan. You'd slept in the same bed as Carlos, and it’s brought you closer together. You jump on the bed, just barely missing his sleeping form, well, now no longer sleeping. 

He doesn't even groan at your excitement. Instead, he wakes up with a smile. "Goodmorning, mi dulce niña, what has got you so riled up before 7 in the morning?” He asks, picking you up by the waist and placing you in his lap. "I got a package, see?” He rubs his eyes, now really waking up. He takes the box from your hands and reads the letter that came with.  

"Dear, Y/N, we've seen your videos and would love for you to show off some of our best looks on the paddock. Gioia Bini.” He doesn't show much of a reaction, clearly though just a bluff, a wide grin covers his face. He grabs you and then pulls you close to him. His scruff tickles you as he places a thousand small kisses all over. Your neck, your shoulders, your cheeks.  

You can't help but laugh, joy coursing through you. "I'm so proud of you!” His words feel like adrenaline through your bones. You can feel your childhood hopes and dreams spark alive again. This is a moment you'll be saving forever. Like a wallpaper for your mind. Because while he gives you words of praise you feel nothing but pure joy.  

"Let me fit it, and you can help me chose when and which one.” The first one is that classic Ferrari read, never before have you realised how good you look in the colour. Or just how good it feels to see him look at you like that. As if you're worth a million, no, a billion dollars. The second one is a short, white dress.  

"Mmh, a difficult choice. You know I love you in red, but I can't wait to see you in white.” "What?” Did he really just say that? Marriage? Yes, you're crazy about him, but you've only known him a month. But he doesn't answer. At all. He brushes it off as if he never said it. As if he meant to keep it in his mind or say it in Spanish.  

He then checks his watch; he'd already gotten ready in his gym clothes. "We'll decide after the gym.” You smile and go to get ready for your everyday. "Okay, enjoy yourself,” yet before you could go change, he grabs you by the wrist. "Ah, ah, ah. You're joining me. Remember the deal?” The realisation hits you, he must be making a joke, he can't be serious.  

Yet, he was dead serious about the smoking. He was dead serious about the healthy eating; you could see your hips becoming a bit softer and your legs just a bit rounder. His fingers come up to your chin and close your mouth. "You'll catch flies, why is this bothering you so much?” You rip your wrist from his hand.  

"Fine.” You don't mean to sound so harsh, but you can feel the memories surfacing. You can't help but stare at yourself in the mirror. Does he not like your body? Does he want it different? Will he be taking your privilege if you don't go? You thought you were more to him? More than just a body. Is that why he won't touch you? He doesn't think your body is good enough yet? 

"You're killing me,” you're heaving heavily. Squeezing your sides from the stitches as you hang over the treadmill. All while your sugar daddy and your shared personal trainer is laughing at your reaction. "You! This is all your fault. I thought you-” the word love plays on your tongue. No, he can't possibly love you. If he does, there must be something wrong with him.  

"-cared for me! And now? Now you're trying to kill me.” You just barely peer over to him. He hasn't even broken a sweat and yet he's done 3 times more than you. "It's just a 10 minute run, Y/N. I understand you had that classic French diet, but we have to start somewhere.” Rupert explains, trying to encourage you.  

It doesn't help, you can feel your lungs burning. But Carlos knows. He knows what motivates you, he knows what pushes your buttons. He tells Bob to go fill out your water bottle again. Then he does the same as before, lifts your chin and then brings your ear close to his mouth. "Come on, show Daddy you'll be able to keep up with me.” He shoots you a wink and before you know it, Bob is back.  

Your cheeks are bright red, and you just hope and pray that the trainer will think it's from the exercise. "Alright, Rupert, peak health. As good as a high-performance athlete.” You send Carlos a wink, hoping that it has the same effect on him as it has on you. It doesn't he doesn't blush, not once, in fact his smirk grows wider.  

"Carlos did what?” You bite your lip at Alexandra's reaction. "He gave me his card and told me to go shop.” Kika lets out a laugh. "We heard you; we're just shocked.” You look at the both of them, their opinions matter a lot to you. You want what they have, what they are. You want to join them on their girls-trips and always enjoy the hospitalities with them on the paddock.  

"What? Does Pierre not do that?” You ask, feeling a bit like a deer caught in headlights. "I wish." She scoffs taking a sip from her drink. "Neither does Charles. I mean, he does give me presents and naturally we go on vacation together, but rarely does he just give me his card.” She still looks a bit taken back. "His Black Amex at that too.” Kika interrupts.  

The realisation of just how different your relationship is hits you. You didn't think from the start that they're sugar babies, but you thought at least their boyfriends would treat them the same. Or at least, similarly. Even so, for the most part your behaviour seems more girlfriend than sugar baby. Should you be acting different?  

"And the car too! Kika, did you see her car?” Alex calls out, putting down her drink. "Car?” Portuguese girl asks after swallowing her bite. Alex squeals and then pulls out her phone. At the moment, you feel like an outsider. You feel like they're gossiping about you, even if you're right next to them. She then shows Kika your Instagram, and they both swoon. Has she been watching you? 

 "You follow me?” She chuckles and nods, "Of course, girl, I've been stalking you since Charles told me Carlos got a new girl.” You chuckle, this all feels so schoolgirl. As if you aren't surrounded by some of the riches people on earth. "So, he's had plenty of girlfriends then?” She thinks for a moment, before backtracking on her words. 

"I wouldn't call them girlfriends. They're more like flings than anything. But you... I think you're here to stay.” She takes your hands in her own. "Why do you say so.” Before she even starts speaking, she leers over her sunglasses to Brutis and Otis. "Because they've never been here before." You regret wearing the claw-clip now, because you're so ready to hide.  

Kika finishes her drink, "Yeah, do they follow you everywhere?” She asks while turning back and waving to them. No reaction on their part. You sigh, letting go of Alex's hands and hiding your face. "Ugh, yes, it's Carlos' only fault. His protectiveness." Alex laughs and then shrugs. "It makes sense, the fans can be more dangerous than you realise..." It feels like the same speech he gave you.

"Yeah, didn't you see all those videos at the concerts? People are throwing things these days..." Kika agrees with Alex. If three people think the same, maybe it is logical? You haven't told Ilsa or Jasmine about them, you already know how they'll overreact.  

"I guess he's just worried about me," both of the girls only hum, but like classic good friends they give each other a knowing look. "But they're not much fun, are they?" She reads you like a book, they've been such a drag. A looming figure you just can't get rid of. And you know other people are staring more at them than they are at you. After all, you're not even that famous. "Why don't we ditch them?" Alex asks, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "I don't know, I don't want to stress Carlos out. With the practice and all, I don't want him to get hurt..."  

They both groan and boo at your hesitation. "He's not your dad, you don't have to do everything he says." Kika gives a sharp side eye, but she too has the playful aura. "Yeah, all three our boys are busy right now. We won't be bothering them. You can barely reach them when they're caught up in the media like this." She's right, so far you've just been sitting here eating lunch with them. After that, you have no idea. Carlos has so much to do and you honestly don't feel like getting in his hair. "Oh alright, how are we going to do this?"  

"Woohoo! Isn't this so much more fun than sitting around with those old men?" You can barely hear her over the sound of the radio. You're driving down the streets of Milan, again. This time an even bigger budget in mind with your new girl friends.

Even better so that those two boys aren't here to ruin the party, they'd been blowing up your phone and you've been gladly ignoring them. Gucci scarves, Prada heels, Hermés handbags, anything you could dream off. All the while the three of you go crazy on your Instagram. Showing everyone the life.  

"Oo girl, Carlos is going to attack you like some vicious animal when he sees you in that." Kika smirks as you all fit the lingerie on, after all the shopping and treats you all feel much closer together. You can only laugh, too ashamed to truly speak of all that is happening. Alex whines and places her head on your shoulder. "You really have the perfect guy." You can only laugh at her. "And what? Charles Leclerc is a deadbeat?"  

He's getting paid more than Carlos, he's more stable with Ferrari than Carlos and they've been longer together than the two of you. She laughs and admires herself in the changing room mirror. "I really like him, don't get me wrong. But he's not obsessed with me like Carlos is with you."

You blush and begin changing back into your clothes. "I wouldn't say he's obsessed with me." You both leave the changing room at the same time, conveniently with Kika outside still deep in your conversation.  

"Girl, have you seen the way he looks for you? All he does for you? What has it been? 6 Months? I would marry that man already if I were you. Just to make sure he doesn't get away." If you had a drink you would've spit it out. "Kika! It's a bit early, don't you think?" You're glad she shares your shock, otherwise you'd be certain that they're both crazy. "Not at all." You all three laugh at her, now you're really enjoying yourself.  

The ringtone rings, Sade's Smooth Operator plays due to the ringtone. "Speak of the devil." You say, holding up your phone after paying. You answer the phone while walking out the doors. "Where the fuck are you?" You can't help but let a laugh escape. He must be joking or something, you've never heard this time from him. He's never been aggressive towards you, ever. "This is not something to be fucking laughing about. Get back to the hotel, now."  

You fall back, behind the two girls, not wanting them to listen to the conversation. "Why? It's not even," you go to look at the time only to realise free practice has long since ended. Not to mention, it's almost 5. "Oh shit..." You mutter, not realising how long you've been out and about.

"Oh shit is right. Get back to the hotel. Now." His voice is much sterner than you've ever heard him be. Comparable to the rage you've seen in the videos, after he's been let down by his team, again. Have you let him down?  

You open the hotel door. All while taking off your heels and putting them to the side. "Carlos?" You call out, not seeing him lounging around, likely guessing that he's changing. In your mind, he's supposed to go to the gym right around now. The trainer has kept your sessions three times a week for now. However, walking further into the hotel room you see him on the balcony. In his workout clothes, his back faced to you with the setting sun of Italy in the background.  

"Carlos," he doesn't look to be as angry as he sounded on the phone. Then again, you've never really seen him angry. He turns to you, now you can truly gauge his emotions. "Where were you?" You go to answer him but he raises his hand. "More importantly why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" Anger, yes, it's prevalent, but more importantly you see fear. Utter frustration in his eyes, he looks like he's ran a  marathon. 

You shrug, inspecting your still un-pedicured toes. That was one of the many things you plan on doing with your mom next week when you visit. "I didn't want to bother you. You were busy with the media." He scoffs at your words, his dark hair moving with his dramatic reactions. He repeats your words in a mutter. "So you thought it would be better to scare the living shit out of me?" He does look truly terrified. His usually soft eyes are now hard like rock. Like the amber stones his eyes so resemble.  

"Do you know how it felt? I was in the middle of a drivers meeting. I thought someone took you from me!" You see tears form in his eyes. His backlash has a similar effect on you. You can feel the rock in your throat and the burning in your jaw. Yet still you don't dare say a word, after all you have nothing to say.

"Worse even, I thought you left me. I thought that they had said something that made you leave. That you realise you deserve much more than me." This makes you laugh, or maybe it's just to keep the sobs from escaping.  

But the laugh seems to pierce his heart. "You're laughing? I'm ready to burn the whole of Italy just to find you and you're laughing?" Now, now you see anger. Raging burning anger. Like it's been locked in a cage and now it's free and gulping up oxygen.

"No, Carlos. It's funny to me that you think I deserve better? You quite literally took me in from the streets. Fed me with Caviar, clothed me with Gucci and cared for me like a king his queen, expecting nothing in return. And yet still believe I deserve better?"  

Now it's his turn to laugh. You can see his fighting a battle in his mind. What to say and what not to say. "Can't you see? In five years I'll be washed up. Not a single Championship to my name and my money spent on stupidly expensive watches and cars that don't even hold one shopping bag. But you, you're immortal. Your beauty should be and I'm convinced will be remembered until every last mind withers from this earth.  Every single dime spent on you, is for the betterment of humanity."  

How on earth can you really mean so much to him? What is it about you? How can one glance from an alleyway have this man in tears in front of you. You can't control yourself, you just need to feel his arms around you.

You need to hold him and comfort him. Tell him you'll stay forever. How sorry you are and that it won't ever happen again. And he lets you. He lets the tears fall in the crook your neck. His grip tighter than you thought possible. To the point where it aches. But, that's what love is, right? It aches.  

He combs his fingers through your hair, whispering words that you'll never know what they mean. "Estoy obsesionado contigo. Si no puedo abrazarte por el resto de mi vida, entonces no tengo vida que esperar. Si no es en tus brazos donde muero, será en ese maldito coche de carreras, aunque tenga que asegurarme de ello."  

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könig as a dad?! omg i feel like he would be such a good father

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100% i believe it

I think if he had a son he’d like to match outfits with him (with your help obvi) 

I think he would definitely be nervous at first because he doesn’t want to hurt his kid in the way the his father hurt him

per this i think he would actively try to keep this from happening i.e. seek therapy, apply different strategies so the cycle wouldn’t repeat 

he would want to raise him as the man that his father wasn’t able to 

like guy has a long list of things his dad did that he doesn’t want to do 

If he had a daughter….

y’all would ruin his pockets

he’s already so bad about buying YOU everything you want and it would be even worse with a daughter 

for any child he would for sure be very protective 

I imagine him as one of those dads that when a baby/toddler gets their ears pierced or gets a shot at the doctors, he holds them and also cries 

even though it may be good for them, seeing his child in any sort of pain is just horrible (he cries more than the baby lets be so ff)

I think his family/partner/kids would be a big source of pride for him 

kids would be his wallpaper on his phone

nothing would make him happier than coming home and seeing you and his child taking a nap on the couch 

that child could do no wrong in his eyes

related I think he would be an extremely supported partner if his partner gave birth to their children

especially for the first 3-4 weeks after the birth he would do everything for his partner

because they gave him a child with their body he will more than happily get up when the baby cries, obviously do basic father things I'm not trying to romanticize the bare minimum

but he would be so involved in raising the baby and in tern supportive of whatever his partner's needs were

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Jimin : Shouldn’t taehyung be here? since i went during taehyung’s shouldn’t he come too? but since they’re busy, nobody could come.🐯kekekekekekek🐯what is he doing?🐯i want to go too