#High-performance SUV

[vmantras]

Lotus Eletre S: The Ultimate Luxury Electric SUV

₹2.75 Cr Design and Styling The Eletre S stands out with its futuristic and aerodynamic design. Exterior: The flush illuminated door handles, frameless doors, and gloss black aluminum roof give the SUV a sleek, minimalist look. The LED headlamps with high beam assist and sharp daytime running lights (DRLs) enhance visibility and style. With features like a touch-activated electric charging…

[akulride]

Mercedes-AMG is set to introduce its first-ever standalone high-performance SUV, marking a new chapter in the brand's illustrious history. The innovative SUV, dubbed “Born in Affalterbach”, is being developed entirely

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Hennessey VelociRaptor 500 Bronco, 2023. The Texas-based high-performance vehicle maker has revealed their tuned version of the Ford Bronco whose 3.0-litre EcoBoost V6 has been boosted to 500hp, a 20 percent power boost over the factory spec. There are also Custom Hennessey wheels, and other styling elements

[flmboyz]

Saleen Ford Explorer

[techdriveplay]

2024 Toyota LandCruiser GR Sport - TDP review

[theautoobserver]

Jeep Wagoneer S Unveiled: An Electrifying American Alternative to the Range Rover Velar

In a recent turn of events, images of the highly anticipated all-electric Jeep Wagoneer S were inadvertently shared on Jeep's social media platforms before being swiftly removed. Despite the deletion, the digital world ensured their permanence, offering the public an early peek at this groundbreaking SUV. Initially spotted by Mopar Insiders, these images emerged just a week after Jeep teased the vehicle, sparking widespread interest.

The Wagoneer S marks a departure from traditional Jeep designs, embracing a more streamlined and elegant aesthetic. This evolution in styling seems to draw inspiration from industry competitors, notably exhibiting elements reminiscent of Range Rover models. The rear profile bears a striking similarity to the Velar, while the intricate detailing echoes the Evoque's design. Additionally, the front fascia subtly nods to the Land Rover Range Stormer concept.

Aerodynamic efficiency is at the forefront of the Wagoneer S design, as evidenced by features like recessed door handles. The SUV also sports a distinctive rear spoiler that merges seamlessly with the roof trim, extending over the rear windshield. This design choice not only enhances the vehicle's sporty demeanor but also maintains a traditional SUV silhouette while offering a more modern, coupe-like profile. This could potentially improve range, albeit possibly at the expense of interior headroom.

The Wagoneer S also boasts an attractive two-tone paint option, a panoramic sunroof, and a faux front grille with Jeep's iconic seven-slot design, further enhancing its visual appeal.

Despite sharing the Wagoneer name, the electric iteration stands apart from its full-size counterparts, the Wagoneer and Grand Wagoneer. It aligns more closely in size with the Grand Cherokee, defying initial size expectations.

Jeep promises impressive performance with the Wagoneer S's dual-motor 4xe drivetrain, delivering an estimated 600 horsepower and a swift 0-60 mph acceleration in just 3.5 seconds. This suggests a focus on on-road performance for this electric vehicle.

However, true to its Jeep heritage, the Wagoneer S is equipped to handle mild off-road challenges, featuring a standard all-terrain management system. For those seeking a more robust electric off-roading experience, Jeep hints at the upcoming Recon model, also slated for release this year.

The Wagoneer S will be Jeep's debut fully electric vehicle in the U.S. market, following the Avenger EV in Europe. Production is set to take place at the Toluca Assembly Plant in Mexico. The vehicle is based on Stellantis' STLA Large architecture, which is expected to be the foundation for several new EVs by 2026.

[dioslesbianwife]

Hi! I love your Jofoe headcanons!! I had an idea. What would the jofoes be like as drivers? What car would they drive? Would the prefer driving or being driven to places? How they act as a passenger? How safe is it to be in a car with them?

Thank you!

Hi! These were fun to write for, thank you for sending this ask, honestly i would not get in a car with any of these men lol. hope you enjoy!

Car and driving headcannons for jojo villains :0

Dio

Car: A sleek, black luxury car like a high end Aston Martin. It exudes power and status.

Driving Style: Dio is a show off behind the wheel, he treats driving like a performance to assert dominance. He drives aggressively and always thinks he owns the road.

Preference: He prefers being driven, as it makes him feel more regal and powerful. If he’s driving, it’s only to make a statement.

Passenger Behavior: He critiques the driver incessantly, even when he doesn’t know the route. He expects perfection and despises delays.

Safety: Highly unsafe. He speeds, tailgates, and doesn’t care about traffic laws. He views accidents as something that only happens to lesser beings.

Kars

Car: He’d drive a gorgeous vintage car. The vehicle’s design would be almost artistic.

Driving Style: Smooth and precise. Kars never makes a mistake, but he’s a fast driver who pushes his car’s capabilities to the limit.

Preference: Prefers driving himself, as he trusts no one else to do it perfectly.

Passenger Behavior: Quiet and observant. He silently judges the driver’s skills but only speaks up if something truly annoys him.

Safety: Safe, but only because he’s skilled. He’s not particularly considerate of other drivers and takes risks others wouldn’t.

Enrico Pucci

Car: A modest but classy sedan, like a Lexus. He cares most about comfort and reliability.

Driving Style: Calm and composed. Pucci obeys traffic laws and drives with an air of purpose, never rushed or reckless.

Preference: Prefers driving himself, as it gives him control and time to think.

Passenger Behavior: Quiet and contemplative. He’s the ideal passenger, never distracting the driver or causing problems.

Safety: Very safe. He’s cautious, attentive, and never takes unnecessary risks.

Diavolo

Car: A blacked-out luxury SUV with tinted windows, like a Range Rover. He wants privacy and intimidation.

Driving Style: Paranoid and erratic. Diavolo constantly checks the rearview mirror, ensuring noone is following him. He’s fast but not smooth.

Preference: Absolutely prefers being driven, as he can’t focus on the road with his paranoia. Doppio might drive in his place, with Diavolo giving him strict instructions.

Passenger Behavior: Silent and tense, always looking around nervously. He’s not a relaxing passenger to have, all he does is raise the driver’s anxiety.

Safety: Questionable. His paranoia makes him prone to sudden, sharp decisions. But he also doesn’t want to crash, so by extension, you won’t be at too much risk of crashing.

Kira

Car: A sensible, unassuming sedan like a Toyota Camry. He avoids anything flashy to maintain a low profile.

Driving Style: Methodical and rule abiding. Kira follows every traffic law to the letter, but his driving is unnervingly perfect, borderline robotic.

Preference: Prefers driving himself to maintain control and avoid unnecessary interaction with others.

Passenger Behavior: Polite but detached. He barely speaks unless necessary, keeping the atmosphere quiet.

Safety: Extremely safe. Kira’s precision and caution make him the ideal driver.

Funny Valentine

Car: A classic, vintage American car, like a Cadillac. He cares a lot about elegance and aesthetics.

Driving Style: Steady, and dignified. Valentine drives like he’s in a parade, ensuring everything is precise and deliberate. I mean literally like a parade driver though, slow.

Preference: Prefers being driven, as it allows him to focus on more important matters.

Passenger Behavior: Quiet and composed, occasionally making small talk or delivering long winded monologues about his vision for America.

Safety: Very safe. He values order and ensures the journey is smooth and extremely uneventful.

[kvysvdilla]

𝑩𝑬𝒀𝑶𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

idol/Jk x supermodel/reader -Aria Jeong-

GENRE: Romance | Fluff | Celebrity life

Chapter 06

The last chords of the song reverberated in Jungkook’s mind as he stepped off the stage. Soundcheck for his solo performance at the AMA had gone flawlessly, leaving him in high spirits. The massive arena had been mostly empty, save for the crew and production team, but he could already imagine the roar of the crowd that would fill it tonight.

“Great work, Jungkook. You’re all set,” one of the staff members said as he handed him a water bottle.

“Thanks,” Jungkook replied with a polite nod before heading to the waiting SUV that would take him to the hotel. Tonight’s event was enormous, and the hotel was bustling with stylists, makeup artists, and managers, all ready to ensure everything was perfect for his red-carpet debut.

As he climbed into the backseat, the city buzzed past him, the golden California sun streaming through the windows. Jungkook pulled out his phone to scroll through Twitter, expecting to see updates from fans about the AMAs. His thumb stopped abruptly as he stumbled upon a trending photo.

Aria.

The image hit him like a lightning bolt. She was stepping out of a sleek black car, flanked by two towering bodyguards who framed her petite figure protectively. A black hoodie—his black hoodie—draped over her, its oversized fit making her look smaller, yet effortlessly striking. The hood was pulled up over a black cap, and her face was partially obscured by a pair of oversized sunglasses.

What caught him most was the subtle way she covered her face with her hand, lifting the hoodie’s sleeve to shield herself from the cameras. She looked effortlessly cool and cute at the same time, like she wasn’t trying at all—and yet she still managed to exude that magnetic, untouchable aura that had captivated him from the start.

He couldn’t stop the soft smile that spread across his lips.

She’s really wearing it.

His mind wandered back to when she first grabbed the hoodie. Now, seeing her in it in the middle of LA, as if it belonged to her, made something stir in his chest.

“You’re smiling a lot at your phone lately,” Hyunwoo’s voice broke the silence, startling Jungkook out of his thoughts.

Jungkook looked up, his ears burning red as he fumbled to lock his phone and slip it into his pocket. “I’m not,” he muttered quickly, but the sheepish tone in his voice betrayed him.

Hyunwoo, seated across from him, smirked knowingly. “Don’t even try to deny it. I saw the look on your face. Let me guess—Aria?”

Jungkook sighed, leaning back into the seat. “It’s nothing,” he tried again, though the faint smile lingering on his lips told a different story.

“Nothing, huh?” Hyunwoo raised an eyebrow. “You’ve had a crush on her since forever, Jungkook. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

He looked away, staring out the window as the massive hotel loomed closer.

“She’s just…” Jungkook started, his voice quieter now, “Aria.”

“Exactly,” Hyunwoo said with a chuckle. “And that’s why I know it’s her. I’ve never seen you act like this over anyone else. You think you’re good at hiding it, but you’re not.”

Jungkook’s hand instinctively went to his hoodie’s drawstrings, tugging at them absentmindedly. “It’s not that simple,” he said finally. “I don’t want to ruin things.”

Hyunwoo shook his head, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You’re overthinking it, as usual. You don’t need to be perfect, Jungkook. Just be real with her. Trust me, you’re already halfway there.”

The SUV rolled to a stop in front of the grand hotel entrance. The massive glass structure towered above them, and a team of staff members was already waiting to escort Jungkook inside.

As he stepped out of the car, the photo of Aria lingered in his mind—the way she looked in his hoodie, the effortless cool she carried herself with, and the way she unknowingly made his heart race.

Maybe Hyunwoo was right. Maybe he was waiting too long.

Jungkook walked through the grand hotel lobby, the buzzing energy of the AMAs just hours away. Staff scurried around him, murmuring into headsets and gesturing towards elevators, all working to ensure everything ran seamlessly. He followed Hyunwoo to the private suite prepared for him, ready for the whirlwind of preparation to begin.

As he settled into the spacious suite, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out, Jungkook’s lips curved into a small smile the moment he saw the sender, Aria.

Ari: Just about to get ready. How was soundcheck?

He reread her message. Yes, he change her contact name from Aria Jeong to Ari. His smile widening unconsciously. Her texts always had a way of lightening the weight of the day, no matter how chaotic it got.

“You’re smiling again,” Hyunwoo remarked, narrowing his eyes at Jungkook.

Jungkook chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You’ve been way too observant lately.”

Hyunwoo folded his arms, sitting on the couch besides him while crossing his arms. “Is it her?”

Jungkook paused, glancing up at his manager with a sheepish grin. “Yeah.”

Hyunwoo sighed dramatically, though the teasing smirk on his face was impossible to miss. “I have to know—how on earth did you even get her number? You don’t exactly talk to people much outside of schedules.”

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. “It just… happened,” he admitted. “Remember the first rehearsal? I bumped into her at the restroom entrance.”

Hyunwoo blinked. “The restroom?”

Jungkook laughed, a little embarrassed. “Yeah. We both apologized at the same time, and it was awkward. But then we ended up talking, and we just kind of… clicked.”

“And exchanged numbers?” Hyunwoo raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Jungkook shrugged, trying to play it cool. “It wasn’t a big deal. I said we might need to coordinate later for the upcoming photoshoot, so we exchanged contacts.”

“Uh-huh.” Hyunwoo’s tone was laced with sarcasm. “Sure, that’s the only reason you exchanged numbers.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the small laugh that escaped. He turned his attention back to his phone, thumbs hovering over the keyboard as he typed his reply.

Jeon Jungkook: Soundcheck went well. Just finished, heading to get ready now. You’ll kill it tonight, don’t stress too much.

He hit send and leaned back against the plush couch, waiting for her reply.

As the buzz of preparations filled the room, Jungkook found himself momentarily distracted. His thoughts were no longer on the AMAs, the massive crowd he’d be performing in front of, or even the countless staff running around the suite.

For now, all he could think about was her.

Aria sat in front of the vanity mirror in her private hotel suite, wrapped in a luxurious gold silk robe embroidered with the initials “AJ.” The makeup artist and hairstylist worked seamlessly around her as she smiled softly at her phone, fingers tapping away at a message.

The videographer, capturing her preparations for the AMAs, noticed her grin and zoomed in slightly. The makeup artist caught the moment too and jokingly spoke to the camera, “Looks like someone’s in love.”

Aria immediately turned off her phone, setting it aside with a playful eye roll. Before she could respond, the doorbell rang. A staff member opened the door, and two tailors entered, carefully carrying a garment bag.

a staff member stepped into the hallway and called out excitedly, “The dress is here!”

A round of cheers erupted from the team outside. Aria, still seated at her vanity, couldn’t help but join in, raising her hands in a playful cheer. “Finally!” she said with a laugh. “I can’t wait to wear it.”

Turning toward the other staff in the room, she gestured eagerly toward the wardrobe. “You guys have to see it,” she said with a wide smile.

The videographer shifted focus as the tailors unzipped the bag, revealing Aria’s stunning gown. The sleeveless, backless black dress shimmered with delicate gold, black, and silver diamonds adorning the bodice. The sheer black fabric along the legs created a bold yet elegant contrast, while fur embellishments and sparkling details along the edges. The thigh-high slit balanced sexy and elegance perfectly, allowing for graceful movement.

Gasps and murmurs of admiration filled the room, the shimmering dress dazzling under the suite’s soft lighting.

Aria leaned slightly in her seat, craning her neck to get another look. “It’s even more gorgeous than I the last time i saw it,” she said, a mix of awe and pride in her voice.

The tailors carefully hung the dress in the wardrobe as Aria remained seated, her glam session still underway. The anticipation in the room grew as the preparation for the night’s big moment continued.

The clock on the wall ticked to 4:48 p.m., Claire clapped her hands, catching everyone’s attention. “Alright, team! We’ve got just over an hour before the red carpet starts. Let’s move!”

Aria had just finished her makeup, enhanced by sharply defined contouring that sculpted her features to perfection. Her eyes were framed by a slick black eyeliner, winged to a sharp point, intensifying her gaze with dramatic precision. A bold dark red lipstick completed the look.

Her long brown hair is styled into a sleek, polished bun with a loose strand elegantly cascading down the right side of her face, framing her face complementing her glamorous look.

Her makeup artist stood back, hands on their hips, and declared with pride, “Makeup is done!”

Aria stood up from her chair and turned toward the videographer’s camera, playfully striking a pose. “How do I look?” she asked, tilting her head dramatically as the camera captured her confidence.

Moments later, it was time to slip into her dress. The tailors helped her step into the gown, their hands careful with the delicate fabric as they zipped it up and adjusted the fit. The dress hugged her figure like it was made for her, its shimmering details sparkling under the suite’s bright lights.

As the staff swarmed around her, making last-minute adjustments to the dress and smoothing her hair, Aria casually asked, “Is there still any of those leftover nuggets?”

The whole room burst into laughter at her unexpected question, lightening the tense atmosphere. “Only you would think about food at a time like this,” one stylist teased, shaking their head.

A staff member handed her a small box of nuggets with a grin. “Here, Your Majesty.”

Aria happily took a nugget and began munching as the team continued to work around her. The sight was almost surreal—her standing tall in the dazzling dress, surrounded by a flurry of staff adjusting every detail, while she casually ate a nugget.

The photographer couldn’t resist snapping a candid shot of her mid-bite, a mischievous smile on her face. “You’re going to break the internet with this photo,” they joked, and the entire room erupted in laughter once again.

Despite the chaos, Aria remained calm, cool, and unapologetically herself—a perfect mix of elegance and relatability.

Aria stepped into the hotel hallway, the full glam makeup completed the transformation, and the gown, glittering with diamonds, seemed to shimmer with every step she took. The photographer, standing at the far end of the hallway, adjusted his lens and gave a nod.

“Alright, Aria! Let’s get a few shots here,” he called out.

She turned toward the camera with a graceful smile, her confidence palpable. She stood tall, one hand resting delicately on her hip, the other resting on the wall besides her, showcasing the sleek lines of her dress.

The camera clicked rapidly, capturing her in various poses, her gaze intense but warm, the gown’s delicate fabric glittering under the lights as it moved with her.

After a few minutes, the photographer lowered his camera, nodding in approval. “That’s it! We’re done.”

The staff, who had been waiting anxiously nearby, erupted into applause, cheering for Aria’s stunning performance. “You look incredible, Aria!” Claire called out. “You're gonna kill it!”

Aria beamed, her eyes lighting up as she waved at her team. “Thank you so much, everyone!” she said, her voice a mix of gratitude and excitement.

As the cheer died down, she turned towards the elevator, Claire following closely behind, and her two bodyguards trailing.

The elevator doors chimed softly as they slid open, and Aria stepped out into the hotel lobby.

Aria walked outside the hotel and as soon as she stepped into the sightline of the paparazzi, the noise intensified. Camera flashes erupted like firecrackers, and a chorus of voices echoed as the photographers scrambled to capture her in her stunning black gown.

“Aria! Over here!” one photographer shouted.

“Can you give us a smile, Aria?” another called, snapping pictures with rapid succession.

But Aria kept her focus ahead, her posture regal and her steps deliberate. Her two bodyguards were flanking her, walking in sync, keeping the photographers and fans at a safe distance.

Questions from reporters flooded the air, but Aria remained unfazed, choosing not to acknowledge them. “Aria, who are you wearing tonight?” “What’s your favorite part about the AMAs?” “Can we get a word on your upcoming projects?”

She ignored them all, her gaze fixed firmly on the path ahead. But then, amidst the barrage of questions, one voice cut through, a question that made her pause.

“Aria! How do you feel about seeing Jungkook tonight?”

Aria’s steps faltered, just for a split second. Her eyes shifted toward the source of the question, and for the briefest moment, a soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips. The smile was barely noticeable—a fleeting, almost imperceptible expression—but it was there. A moment of warmth, a hint of something personal.

But just as quickly as the smile appeared, she focused again on walking toward the awaiting black car. Her bodyguards moved in sync with her, creating a barrier between her and the press, guiding her forward to the black SUV.

The question hung in the air as Aria made her way toward the car, and the scene unfolded in real time—photographers snapping photos of her every move, capturing the soft smile that had graced her face for just that split second. Fans cheered, others shouted her name in excitement, and the moment was immortalized in countless pictures and videos.

Aria kept her expression calm, her steps graceful, and as she slid into the car, the door closed behind her with a soft thud, cutting off the chaos outside.

The black car glided smoothly through the streets, the soft hum of the engine providing a gentle backdrop to the conversation between Aria and Claire.

Aria, her phone in hand, took a quick selfie, her reflection in the window catching the light just right.

As she was about to set her phone down, a text notification popped up on her screen. It was from Jungkook. Aria’s heart skipped a beat as she quickly unlocked her phone and opened the message.

He sent a photo of him sitting in a car, the angle slightly angled down. His hair was partially parted, a few strands falling over his forehead. His lips were adorned with his signature lip ring, adding just a touch of rebellion to his otherwise polished look. He wore a sleek black tuxedo, the fabric shimmering slightly.

Aria couldn’t help but notice the silver diamonds scattered across his tuxedo, reminiscent of the sparkling details on her own dress.

Jeon Jungkook: I’m on my way. Can’t wait to see you 😉

Aria’s smile widened as she quickly snapped a selfie of her own, holding her phone with the same angle as his photo, her dress shimmered softly in the reflection. She sent the picture back to him with a message.

Ari: You look amazing! Can’t wait to see you too.

Claire caught the smile on her face. She raised an eyebrow, a playful look on her face. “Is that him?” she asked softly, her voice teasing.

Aria couldn’t help but smile even more, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Yeah,” she replied simply, her fingers brushing against the phone screen absentmindedly.

Claire’s expression softened, a knowing look in her eyes. “Well, as long as you’re happy, then I’m happy too.”

Aria’s heart fluttered at the sincerity in Claire’s voice, and she nodded, a small but contented smile on her lips.

Her phone buzzed again. She quickly glanced at the new message notification, seeing that it was from him once more.

Jeon Jungkook: I have to admit, I think the real star of the night is the one wearing that dress. You’re making it hard for me to concentrate over here.

Aria couldn’t help but laugh softly. She quickly typed out a reply,

Ari: I’m sure you’ll manage to focus once we’re finally together. But I won’t lie… you’re making it hard for me to concentrate too.

Claire, watching her with a knowing look, leaned back in her seat. “I’m glad you’re having fun. You deserve it.”

Aria couldn’t help but feel the warmth of her manager's words, but her attention was quickly drawn back to her phone when it buzzed again.

Jeon Jungkook: I’ll be sure to give you my full attention when I see you. I can’t wait to see how stunning you are in person.

Aria bit her lip, her smile widening. Jungkook was definitely making this night even more unforgettable.

Aria’s car pulled up to the venue, the sounds of cheering fans and the flashing of cameras growing louder with every passing second. The door opened, and Aria stepped out, her heels clicking on the pavement as the bright flashes of paparazzi cameras blinded her for a moment.

Claire stood close by, adjusting Aria’s dress as the staff worked swiftly to ensure everything was perfect, "You got this Aria."

Aria took a deep breath, ready for the moment she’d been preparing for all day. She smiled brightly as she started walking forward, the cameras following her every step.

As she approached the staircase leading to the main event, the person in charge quickly stepped in, guiding her to stand in the center of the carpet. “Please pose for the camera here,” they instructed, and Aria confidently struck a pose. She turned her back slightly, exposing the backless design of her dress, and turned her head over her shoulder, giving the camera a stunning look. The crowd cheered, their excitement growing as Aria kept her poise.

The person in charge said, nodding toward her to continue walking toward the AMA’s backdrop.

Fans cheered louder as she walked past them. The staff directed her to step to the middle for more photos. As the photographers yelled for her attention, the flashes filled the space. Aria struck another perfect pose, looking over her shoulder as the cameras clicked rapidly.

The crowd cheers, and she smiles graciously, posing for photographers as her dress and glam look shine. She makes her way to the first of many interviews lined up.

Billboard Interview:

Reporter: “Miss Aria, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight! What inspired your fashion look for the AMAs?”

Aria: [Grins softly] “Thank you so much! I wanted something that felt powerful but also elegant. The dress has these amazing details, and I love the backless design—it gives off such a strong, yet graceful vibe.”

Reporter: “You’re always giving us amazing looks. Can you tell us how do you decide what to wear for such a big night?”

Aria: “It’s a mix of inspiration and collaboration with the designer. I trust them to know my style and personality. Together, we go over different ideas until we find something that feels like the right choice for the occasion.”

Spotify Interview:

Reporter: “You’re presenting an award tonight. We’re all dying to know, what’s one thing about presenting that you’re most excited for?”

Aria: “I think what excites me most is just being able to celebrate with the artists and fans. It’s such an honor to be involved in recognizing so much talent, and I can’t wait to see who wins!”

Reporter: “So, you’ve been on a whirlwind journey lately. What’s something people don’t know about your preparation for tonight?”

Aria: “It’s definitely a team effort. I didn’t do this alone, and we’ve all been working really hard behind the scenes to make sure everything goes smoothly. There’s a lot of fun and laughter in the process too, which helps keep the nerves in check.”

iHeart Radio Interview:

Reporter: “We know you’re a style icon, but how would you describe your personal style outside of events like this?”

Aria: “On a normal day, I’m all about comfort but with a little flair. I love to mix casual pieces with something unique, like statement accessories or cool shoes. I like to keep it effortless but interesting.”

Reporter: “Let’s talk music for a moment—what’s one song that’s currently on repeat for you?”

Aria: “Lately, I’ve had a lot of Billie Eilish’s tracks on repeat. She’s such an incredible artist, and her music speaks to me on so many levels. But I’m also really into some new stuff from Olivia Rodrigo.”

E! Entertainment Interview:

Reporter: “So, we know you’re here to announce an award tonight, but we’re all curious—can you tell us which one?”

Aria: [Laughs softly, winks] “I’m keeping that a secret for now! You’ll just have to wait and see. But trust me, it’s going to be worth the wait for my fans.”

Reporter: “Exciting! Now, is there any performance you’re most looking forward to tonight?”

As she's about to answer, a wave of loud screams erupts from the fans in the distance, cutting through the interview. Aria and the reporter both glance curiously in the direction of the sounds.

Aria chuckling lightly “What’s happening over there?”

The reporter leaning in and laughing softly “Oh, no wonder! It’s the one and only Jungkook. He’s just arrived on the red carpet.”

Aria quickly composes herself, trying to act nonchalant, but a faint smile tugs at her lips as she shifts slightly in place, pretending to adjust her dress.

She keeps her composure as the screams grow louder, and the interview continues, though a glint of amusement lingers in her eyes.

He laugh lightly after the fans’ screams interrupt “Wow, they are really going wild out there. Let’s get back to your answer—so, you were saying? Is there any performance you’re most looking forward to tonight?”

Aria she laugh softly as she answer the question, “Definitely Billie Eilish. I’m a huge fan of hers, and oh—and of course, Jungkook. It’s my first time seeing him perform live on stage, so that’s something I’m really looking forward to.”

Reporter: smiling warmly “Well, Aria, it’s always a pleasure talking to you. Thank you for taking the time to chat with us tonight.”

Aria: smiling politely “Thank you for having me.”

Reporter: glancing at her with admiration “And can I just say, you look absolutely stunning tonight. That dress is a showstopper.”

Aria: grinning “Thank you so much, that means a lot.”

Reporter: offering a soft hug “Good luck tonight, and have so much fun! We can’t wait to see you inside.”

Aria: hugging back briefly “Thank you, have a great evening!”

As Aria made her way toward the entrance of the venue, the cheers and flashes from the red carpet still buzzing behind her, she couldn’t help but glance back over her shoulder. The crowded red carpet was alive with staff, bodyguards, and other celebrities making their grand entrances, but despite her quick scan of the chaos, she couldn’t spot him.

Her eyes lingered for a moment, but it was no use. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen—or perhaps he was just lost among the crowd of people swarming the red carpet.

Claire gently touching her arm, speaking softly “Aria, it’s time. We need to head inside now.”

Aria turned back, nodding slightly as she refocused. A small smile crossed her lips as she let Claire guide her into the venue, leaving the flashing cameras and excitement of the red carpet behind.

Aria entered the AMA’s venue, her heart fluttering as she took in the grandeur of the event. She gracefully walked to her assigned seat, a smile spreading across her face as she noticed Zendaya seated beside her. Aria sat at the end of the row, with the walkway on her right and more seats further down the line. Behind her, Claire waved subtly, giving her an encouraging nod.

“Hey, Zendaya,” Aria greeted, her tone warm yet slightly nervous.

Zendaya turned to her, flashing a welcoming smile. “Aria! You look stunning tonight. Are you excited?”

“Excited and terrified,” Aria chuckled softly, adjusting her dress. “It’s my first time doing something like this, and I’m hoping I don’t trip or mess up my lines.”

Zendaya leaned closer, her voice reassuring. “You’ll be fine. Just be yourself. The audience is going to love you.”

Before they could continue chatting, the lights dimmed, signaling the start of the show. Aria straightened in her seat, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves.

The event went smoothly until a staff member approached her, whispering, “It’s time. You’re up next.��

Aria nodded, inhaling deeply as she was ushered backstage.

As the MC’s voice boomed, “Please welcome to the stage, the international supermodel, Aria Sinclair!” the crowd erupted into cheers and applause.

Aria walked out gracefully, cue cards and the winner’s envelope clutched in her hands. Her heels clicked against the stage floor as she approached the microphone stand, her elegant demeanor captivating the audience.

“Wow,” she began, her voice steady but tinged with awe. “This is… surreal. First of all, let me just say that being here at the AMAs, in front of all of you, is such an honor.”

The crowd cheered again, encouraging her.

Aria smiled nervously. “I’ll be honest—when they asked me to present an award, I thought, ‘Why me?’ I’m used to walking runways, not stages with microphones. But here we are. And I promise I won’t accidentally announce the wrong winner.”

The audience erupted in laughter, and even a few artists chuckled.

She grinned, getting carried away. “Honestly, though, you all look incredible tonight. I feel like I’m hosting a fashion show instead of an awards ceremony.”

The laughter grew, and Aria quickly caught herself. “Okay, okay, back to business!” she said with mock seriousness, earning another round of laughter.

Turning her attention to the prompter, she continued, “Tonight, I have the privilege of presenting the award for Best Male Solo Artist. And the nominees are…”

A montage played on the big screen, showcasing the nominees:

Harry Styles

Shawn Mendes

The Weeknd

Jungkook

Joji

Pink Sweats

Aria held the envelope in her trembling hands, her nerves catching up with her. “And the winner is…” she paused, dramatically opening the envelope.

She smiled softly, covering her face with the cue cards for a moment before lowering them. Taking a deep breath, she let a few seconds of silence hang in the air.

“Jungkook!” she finally shouted, her voice filled with genuine excitement.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Jungkook stood from his seat, flashing his signature shy smile. Aria couldn’t help but clap enthusiastically, her smile widening as she watched him make his way to the stage.

Grabbing the trophy from the assistant, she stood at the center of the stage, waiting for him. As Jungkook arrived, he immediately hugged her, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her close.

“Congratulations,” she whispered softly, her lips near his ear as her head rested lightly on his shoulder.

“Thank you, princess,” he murmured back, his face partially hidden from the cameras by her head.

They pulled away, and Aria handed him the trophy, earning a warm smile from him. He turned to the microphone to give his speech.

Jungkook stood at the microphone, holding the trophy tightly in one hand. He looked out at the crowd, his gaze briefly landing on Aria before returning to the audience. A soft smile spread across his face as he took a moment to compose himself.

“Wow,” he began, his voice warm yet steady, “this is truly unbelievable. First of all, I just want to thank the AMAs for giving me the honor of standing here tonight. To all my fans, ARMY, you’ve been my foundation from the very beginning. Your love and support mean the world to me, and I wouldn’t be here without you. This is as much your award as it is mine.”

The crowd cheered loudly, and Jungkook took a deep breath, letting his fingers lightly brush over the engraved plaque on the trophy. “To my team—thank you for always pushing me to be the best version of myself. You believed in me even when I had doubts, and that means everything. To my family… I hope I’ve made you proud.”

He paused, his smile softening as he glanced down at the trophy, choosing his next words carefully. “You know, it’s been a journey to get here. A lot of long nights, a lot of uncertainty, and a lot of moments where I questioned if I was doing enough or if I was enough. But someone recently reminded me that as long as you’re giving your heart to what you love, you’re already more than enough. And that’s something I’ll carry with me forever.”

There was a faint cheer in the audience, but no one seemed to pick up on the subtle weight of his words except perhaps the person they were meant for.

Jungkook smiled again, his tone shifting into something more playful. “Also, I’m incredibly grateful for the people who keep me grounded. You know who you are. Whether it’s a simple text, a shared meal, or someone just sitting next to you, those moments remind you of what really matters.”

The crowd cheered again, and Jungkook glanced sideways at Aria, who was clapping along with everyone else, her face bright with pride.

“As for this award,” he continued, lifting the trophy slightly, “it’s not just a milestone—it’s a reminder that dreams do come true when you work hard, when you stay true to yourself, and when you have people who believe in you. I’m endlessly grateful for all of it. Thank you so, so much.”

After wrapping up his heartfelt speech, Jungkook stepped back, giving a small bow.

As Jungkook began to walk off the stage, he suddenly paused and turned back toward Aria. Closing the distance between them in a few steps, he leaned in and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her into a quick but firm hug. The move was subtle yet intimate, making it seem like a congratulatory gesture to everyone watching.

Aria’s lips twitched slightly into a soft smile, but she kept her composure, her face remaining turned straight toward the audience. She couldn’t risk breaking her professionalism, not now. As Jungkook pulled away, he gave her a small, knowing smile before walking confidently offstage, his trophy in hand.

Aria exhaled subtly and adjusted the cue cards in her hands before stepping back to the microphone. Her smile returned, this time brighter and professional, as she prepared to keep the show moving.

“And now,” she said, her voice steady, “we move on to the next category—Best Afrobeats Artist. The nominees are…”

After stepping off stage, Aria was met with an outpouring of praise from the backstage staff.

“You were amazing out there, so natural!” one of the crew members exclaimed, clapping for her as others joined in with cheers.

“Thank you so much!” Aria replied with a warm smile, bowing slightly as she walked through the bustling backstage area.

As she made her way down the hallway, she noticed the door with Jungkook written on the nameplate. She paused for a moment, debating whether to knock. The rehearsal draft from earlier flashed in her mind—she knew his performance was coming up soon. Finally, with a deep breath, she knocked softly on the door.

The door creaked open, and one of Jungkook’s staff peeked out. They froze for a second before gasping. “Oh my gosh, Aria!”

The staff inside turned toward the door, equally surprised, but they broke into wide smiles and cheered. “Wow, it’s Aria! Welcome!”

She greeted them warmly, bowing slightly. “Hi, everyone. Sorry for the sudden visit—I just wanted to stop by for a moment.”

At that moment, Jungkook, who had been seated at his dressing table scrolling through his phone, heard her voice. His head shot up, and he called out, “Aria?”

Standing up quickly, he made his way to the door, his face lighting up when he saw her standing there. “I wasn’t expecting you to come here,” he said with a surprised smile.

She returned the smile as they leaned in for a warm hug. The staff around them clapped playfully at the interaction.

Jungkook stepped back, gesturing toward the room. “Let me introduce you to everyone,” he said, his voice friendly and calm. He pointed to each of his staff members, introducing them by name.

“Hello, nice to meet all of you,” Aria said politely, bowing again. “I just wanted to stop by to congratulate Jungkook on his award earlier.”

Jungkook smiled softly at her. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

As she glanced at him, she noticed his outfit had changed from his earlier red carpet suit to a black short sleeves button-down shirt—unbuttoned—revealing his toned abs and chest. He paired it with baggy dark blue jeans. Her gaze lingered for a split second before she quickly realized and stammered, “Are you—are you going on stage like this?”

The room erupted into laughter, including Jungkook himself. “Yeah, this is the outfit,” one of his stylists said, grinning.

“Is this allowed?!” Aria asked, turning to the staff with a playful expression, making everyone laugh again.

Jungkook shook his head, his laughter echoing in the room. “What’s wrong with it?”

She playfully waved her hand. “Nothing, nothing. It’s just—well, I hope ARMY can handle it!”

The videographer, who was capturing the moment, chuckled as Aria turned to them and said something funny off the cuff. “Please, make sure you edit this part out,” she joked, winking.

The entire room burst into laughter again, Jungkook included, his loud laugh filling the space.

Realizing she needed to leave, she straightened up. “Alright, I really need to go now. Have fun on stage, Jungkook,” she said, addressing both him and the room. She bowed slightly again. “Good luck to everyone, and thank you for letting me stop by!”

Jungkook moved closer for a side hug, wrapping one arm around her waist. His head leaned close to hers, just out of the camera’s frame. In a low voice, he whispered, “I’ll see you at the after-party later.”

Her face remained composed as she nodded professionally. “Good luck out there,” she said softly, stepping back.

As she walked out of the room, she glanced back briefly, giving a small smile and wave to everyone. The door closed behind her, leaving the room buzzing with light laughter and energy.

As soon as Aria walked out of the dressing room, the atmosphere shifted into chaotic excitement. Some of the female staff, who were secretly (or not-so-secretly) fans of hers, let out muffled squeals.

“Did you see her in person? Oh my god, she’s even prettier than in her pictures!” one of the stylists gushed, clutching her chest dramatically.

Another chimed in, “I can’t believe she was here! Like, in this room!”

Jungkook, who was smiling ear to ear, walked back toward the chair in front of the dressing table to let the team finish touching up his makeup and hair. The videographer followed closely behind, capturing the candid moment for his upcoming solo vlog.

One of the staff turned to him, still star-struck. “Jungkook, we had no idea you were friends with Aria Jeong. You’re telling me the Aria Jeong just came here casually to wish you good luck?!”

Jungkook smirked as he adjusted his position in the chair. “Who said we’re friends?” he said, his tone teasing.

The entire room froze, gasping dramatically.

“No way—are you serious?” one of them asked, wide-eyed.

Jungkook couldn’t hold back his laugh anymore and waved them off. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He leaned back with a playful grin. “Aria and I are good friends. A really good friend.”

Hyunwoo, one of his close staff members who had been quietly laughing in the background, suddenly chimed in, his voice full of mischief. “Yeah, a good friend. Sure. Totally believable, Jungkook.”

The entire room burst into laughter at Hyunwoo’s sarcastic tone, and Jungkook shot him a playful glare through the mirror.

“Hyunwoo-hyung, you’re gonna get me in trouble,” Jungkook said, chuckling as the makeup artist leaned in to fix his eyeliner.

Hyunwoo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, still grinning. “I’m just saying, Jungkook.”

Jungkook shook his head, letting out a breathy laugh, while some of the staff exchanged knowing glances.

The videographer caught every moment, the camera still rolling as Jungkook tried to redirect the conversation. “Anyway,” he said, clearly trying to change the topic, “she’s really cool. We’ve got a project coming up soon, so you’ll probably see her around more often.”

One of the hairstylists, still fangirling, placed her hand over her chest. “If I see her again, I think I might cry. She’s like a goddess.”

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head at their enthusiasm. “She’s really just a normal person, you know. No need to get all worked up.”

The stylist gave him a deadpan look. “Says the Jungkook of BTS. You’re one to talk about being a ‘normal person.’”

The room laughed again, and Jungkook smirked, glancing at the camera lens. “ARMY, you see what I have to deal with here?”

The videographer laughed behind the camera, keeping the focus on Jungkook as he finished his touch-up, still grinning from the lively banter.

As the laughter in the room began to settle, Jungkook suddenly looked at his reflection in the mirror and adjusted the unbuttoned black collared shirt he was wearing. He tilted his head slightly, as if deep in thought, then glanced at the stylist standing nearby.

“Hey, do you think I can wear a white singlet underneath this?” he asked casually, tugging at the edge of the shirt to emphasize the open style.

The stylist blinked, momentarily surprised by the sudden question. “A white singlet? Beneath this?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, nodding. “I feel like… I don’t know. Maybe it’ll make it look less… bare?”

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[weaponizedgems]

here’s a blurb about rachel i wrote while i had the flu / it was supposed to be a prologue to a fic i never ended up writing / forgive my adhd stream of consciousness she makes no sense sometimes

The Great Impersonator - Rachel Amber

Rachel Amber wanted to be many things.

When she was seven, she wanted to be a ballerina— wanted to be adored as she twirled around the floor every night in pink satin. When she was twelve, she wanted to be a rockstar— like Alanis Morissette or Dolores O’Riordan, performing in a different city every night to crazed fans. A dazzling actress on the red carpet. A model enchanting the lens of a camera.

She felt so deeply, inside her bones and across her muscles, that she could be anything. A hero, a villain; big, small; fleeting, eternal.

So much more than she was now— a high school theatre kid in a dying town.

Though, no one else saw her that way. To the rest of the world, Rachel proved to be so much more— she was a magician, of sorts. And her most captivating trick was one everyone had a front row seat to. It was immersive, enthralling— leaving the crowd to wonder of the girl when they laid their heads down at night. It was art.

But all good artists are tortured by their own creations; always unsatisfied. And Rachel was deemed exceptional.

In the gaps between roles, she felt nameless. Faceless. Dangling over a void of anguish so fiery it rivaled the sun’s rays; burning questions lingered that would never be answered; how and why.

How could this be it? Why couldn’t it be enough?

In another world, she knows, one role is enough. She doesn’t need to feel larger than herself. She doesn’t need to get high, or perform, or implode. In another world she knows peace. Forgiveness.

(She’s thought about it before. Of course she has.)

On the top of a hill in Northern California, a house with a blue door and white panels. Three bedrooms, plenty of windows, an SUV in the driveway. Behind every wall is evidence of love; carvings in the walls, wrinkles in the sheets, laughter in the air. She knows it’s love, because despite herself, she’d know love anywhere, in any lifetime—

(Chloe is in every corner of the house. Rachel doesn’t think Chloe would like the house, or the color of the paint or the SUV. But it was her world and so she got to decide what was there.)

Piles of laundry and taxes and bills and dentist appointments and grocery shopping and God it would suck but it would be real. It would be real, and it would be theirs. And no amount of obsession or money or greed would ever interfere with that.

In the gap between roles, she is angry because she’ll never be at peace folding laundry. And maybe she could be at peace loving Chloe all her life but she would never find out, because she wasn’t in that world. She was in this one.

So she’ll keep performing her show. Mirroring people, giving them what they want— showing them what they want— often what they expect of her. She’ll feed off the thrill of their excitement and admiration, hoping it’ll be enough to distract her from falling into the void forever.

Even if it kills her.

[mariacallous]

Let me start with the following principle: “Energy is the only universal currency: One of its many forms must be transformed to get anything done.” Economies are just intricate systems set up to do those transformations, and all economically significant energy conversions have (often highly undesirable) environmental impacts. Consequently, as far as the biosphere is concerned, the best anthropogenic energy conversions are those that never take place: No emissions of gases (be they greenhouse or acidifying), no generation of solid or liquid wastes, no destruction of ecosystems. The best way to do this has been to convert energies with higher efficiencies: Without their widespread adoption (be it in large diesel- and jet-engines, combined-cycle gas turbines, light-emitting diodes, smelting of steel, or synthesis of ammonia) we would need to convert significantly more primary energy with all attendant environmental impacts.

Conversely, what then could be more wasteful, more undesirable, and more irrational than negating a large share of these conversion gains by wasting them? Yet precisely this keeps on happening—and to indefensibly high degrees—with all final energy uses. Buildings consume about a fifth of all global energy, but because of inadequate wall and ceiling insulation, single-pane windows and poor ventilation, they waste at least between a fifth to a third of it, as compared with well-designed indoor spaces. A typical SUV is now twice as massive as a common pre-SUV vehicle, and it needs at least a third more energy to perform the same task.

The most offensive of these wasteful practices is our food production. The modern food system (from energies embedded in breeding new varieties, synthesizing fertilizers and other agrochemicals, and making field machinery to energy used in harvesting, transporting, processing, storing, retailing, and cooking) claims close to 20 percent of the world’s fuels and primary electricity—and we waste as much as 40 percent of all produced food. Some food waste is inevitable. The prevailing food waste, however, is more than indefensible. It is, in many ways, criminal.

Combating it is difficult for many reasons. First, there are many ways to waste food: from field losses to spoilage in storage, from perishable seasonal surpluses to keeping “perfect” displays in stores, from oversize portions when eating outside of the home to the decline of home cooking.

Second, food now travels very far before reaching consumers: The average distance a typical food item travels is 1,500 to 2,500 miles before being bought.

Third, it remains too cheap in relation to other expenses. Despite recent food-price increases, families now spend only about 11 percent of their disposable income on food (in 1960 it was about 20 percent). Food-away-from-home spending (typically more wasteful than eating at home) is now more than half of that total. And finally, as consumers, we have an excessive food choice available to us: Just consider that the average American supermarket now carries more than 30,000 food products.

Our society is apparently quite content with wasting 40 percent of the nearly 20 percent of all energy it spends on food. In 2025, unfortunately, this shocking level of waste will not receive more attention. In fact, the situation will only get worse. While we keep pouring billions into the quest for energy “solutions”—ranging from new nuclear reactors (even fusion!) to green hydrogen, all of them carrying their own environmental burdens—in 2025, we will continue to fail addressing the huge waste of food that took so much fuel and electricity to produce.

[vmantras]

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[myseungsunglove]

Do Something | Ksm

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader 

Warnings: angst, but fluff to wrap it up

Word Count:  2.5k

𖠫Summary: The reader can’t keep her feelings to herself anymore when it comes to Kim Seungmin. After a particularly trying day busy with practices and an impending concert, she explodes on her best friend, spilling her feelings for him but doesn’t exactly go about expressing those feelings in the best way. 

✎A/N✎: I seriously meant for this to be a short drabble. This story has been in my head for weeks and I thought I could tell it quickly before laying down to sleep. Here I am 2.5k words later and this is anything but quick and short. I should have known. My biggest brain thoughts happen in the middle of the night. I’ve been reliving this story over and over on my own for weeks, now you guys can share in the drama with me. Sorry bout you. :p 

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「© September 10, 2023 by mysweethannie」

It had been a long day of rehearsal and prep for your upcoming performance at Lollapalooza with the boys. You had been on edge all day because it had really felt like you had been going non-stop for much too long. As a result, your nerves were fried and your patience was thin. 

Your best friend, Seungmin, was always in tune with your mood. As the nine of you walked to the cars waiting for you outside ready for Lee Know and Changbin to drive you to a mini retreat before your next busy schedule, Seungmin grabbed your hand as a comfort as he always did when you were exhausted or having a rough day. 

Today though, you had no patience for it. You had harbored feelings for your best friend for much too long and with your emotions on high alert after an exhausting day, the last thing you needed was comfort from your best friend who was never going to feel the same way about you that you did about him. 

As he grabbed your hand starting to interlace his fingers with yours as he was so accustomed to, you ripped your hand away. You could feel his eyes rise up to look at your face, and you just knew that stupid puppy look was plastered on his face. You refused to look at him because you knew if you did, your resolve would crumble and you would cave. So you ran ahead, leaving Seungmin to walk by himself and grabbed Chan’s arm, leaning up against him, resting your head on his shoulder as you walked. You were certain that Seungmin was very likely burning holes in the back of your head with his eyes as you walked. 

“Hey, Y/n-nah,” Chan smiled down at you, placing a comforting hand on top of yours. “You feeling any better than earlier?” 

“It’s been a busy few weeks, Chan,” you sighed. “My battery is more depleted than I thought. I’m sorry for taking it out on you.” 

“Hey! Don’t apologize. I think we’re all a little on edge. Maybe this tiny bit of time we are getting away will help?” he offered. 

“Yeah, maybe,” you mused, your head somewhere other than the conversation you were having with Chan. You reached the back of an SUV and Chan opened up the trunk. You took your backpack off your back, and set it into the vehicle. As soon as the bag was discarded into the car, there was a pair of long arms wrapping around your waist, the clean smell of soap filling your senses as Seungmin rested his chin against your neck. You could feel his warm breath against your skin and goosebumps prickled up in response. 

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just get absolutely rejected by my best friend and let you sit by me on the trip,” he teased, his words dancing across your skin. 

You visibly shook him off and turned quickly to face him. There was a look of utter confusion on his face as you spoke. 

“Seungmin, are you ever going to do something about this or are we going to be forever stuck in this cycle of will they won’t they?” you blurted out. He stared at you, opened mouthed, his hands now resting on your waist as you looked into his eyes, searching them for any hint or clue that he felt even the tiniest bit of something for you. All you saw was confusion. 

“Do something?” he questioned dumbly, his eyes darting back and forth between yours as if he were trying to read your mind, desperately seeking an answer to a question he wasn’t comprehending. 

You pushed away from him then, your impatience flaring into anger and you couldn’t stop the next words to come tumbling out of your mouth. 

“Yeah, fucking do something about this,” you gestured between the two of you as you took another step back. “This constant tension that is bubbling just below the surface between us every time we touch,” you rambled. “Which, by the way, is all the fucking time,” you add, gesturing wildly. “Or are you just not even remotely interested in doing anything with me and you just like that you can hold my hand and cuddle up to me without the obligation of anything more?” you accused. You felt bad the minute you said it, but there was no turning back now. 

“What are you…” Seungmin started but you cut him off.

“No, don’t. It’s obvious we are not on the same page. I can’t do this right now. Fuck. How could I have thought there could be… anything more,” you trailed off walking away. “Chan, I’m switching cars,” you told him as you walked by, making a beeline for Lee Knows car where Jisung and Felix had already climbed into the backseat, IN opening the front door to take his place. 

“Y/n, wait,” Seungmin pleaded desperately trying to follow after you. 

“Chan, do not let him follow me,” you growled as you walked around the back of the car and swung open the back door of the car where Felix was settling in. “I mean it,” you glared at Chan. 

He immediately put an arm up to Seungmin’s chest, stopping him from following you. The look on his face was nothing short of panic and confusion. You wanted so bad to make that go away, but you knew he had to get there on his own. Whatever that looked like. 

You looked down at Felix and tears started falling immediately. 

“Oh god, what’s going on?” he asked, his big, soft eyes staring up at you. 

“I just,” you started, but couldn’t continue as you dissolved into uncontrollable tears. 

Felix was immediately up and out of the car, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you tightly against his chest. You slumped in his hold and cried. You could feel him placing a hand on the back of your head, stroking it softly. You also felt the vibration of his deep, calming voice as he spoke, but you were so lost in the flurry of events that had just happened, you didn’t hear a word he said. He pulled you into the car with him, guiding you to sit in the middle seat and slid in behind you, pulling the door close. 

“We can’t all sit back here,” you mumbled, sniffling pathetically as you looked from Han to Felix. 

“Shut up, yes we can,” Han said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his hold. “What the hell happened?” he asked Felix as you cried in his arms. 

“I’ve got no clue,” he said as Lee Know climbed in the driver’s seat.  

“So you finally said something?” Lee Know asked as he put on his seatbelt and started the car. 

You nodded in response to Lee Know’s words, not brave enough to look up at him. 

“Hmmm,” he responded. “He’ll sort his shit out,” he added. 

“Oh shit,” In mumbled from the front seat. You had forgotten he was there. “Noona, what did he say?” 

“Nothing. Fucking nothing at all,” you said, wiping your tears away as you pulled away from Jisung and sat up in the seat. You ran your fingers through your hair, before you brought your head to rest against the palms of your hands while your elbows rested on your knees. “He looked at me like I had grown two heads,” you added. 

“You fucking idiot, Kim Seungmin,” Jisung mumbled from beside you, rumbing your back softly. 

You shook your head. 

“No, I’m the idiot.”

“Fat chance,” Felix interjected. “You finally tell him how you feel and he does nothing? You’re not the idiot here,” he reassures you. 

You looked up then, looking around the car. All eyes were trained on you. Even Lee Know was glancing back at you as he headed for the gas station to fill up before driving on to the condo you guys had reserved for the night. 

“I didn’t exactly tell him,” you said, shaking your head. “I more accused him of wanting to benefit from the physical intimacy of our relationship without having to invest emotionally in it.” 

“Whoa,” Jisung whispered beside you. 

“Ugh, I know,” you choked out. “God, why can’t I be normal for once in my fucking life?” 

“The day I speak perfect english,” Lee Know sassed as he got out to pump gas. It made the atmosphere shift a little in the car, everyone laughing. 

“Come on, let's run to the bathroom and grab you a drink,” Han said, opening the door and grabbing your hand, dragging you from the car. 

You walked past the other car where Seungmin was filling up the SUV. He looked up as you passed, his eyes somewhat red rimmed and a brooding look on his face. When your eyes met, his glance softened, and you could see words dancing across his lips that were dying to come out but he didn’t say a word. 

You quickly used the restroom. When you came out, Felix was shaking two waters at you and handed one to you, then grabbed your hand and walked back to the car with you. Han was quickly there too, an arm thrown over your shoulder as the three of you walked together. It was like they were your protectors. If only they could protect your heart from yourself, you thought as you climbed into the car. Seungmin had already returned to the back seat of Changbin’s car. 

The rest of the trip went on, the boys doing their best to distract you from everything that had happened before you left. This day was supposed to be about STAYs and here it had turned into a complete disaster. Lee Know drove through McDonald’s, ordering everyone food and IN played DJ in the front seat. As you cruised down the dark road, Han sleeping soundly beside you and Felix singing along with the song, you glanced down at your phone to see that you had a string of messages from Seungmin. You didn’t open them. You just shoved your phone back into your pocket, and tried to shove down your feelings as well. 

The other car beat you to your destination, but none of it’s occupants, save Kim fucking Seungmin were waiting for you. He stood in the parking lot with his hands shoved in his black pants, black framed glasses resting on his face, a blue plaid shirt clinging to his broad shoulders. His eyes watched as Lee Know parked the car. Immediately he made a beeline for the car. 

He pulled open Felix’s door just as harshly as you had back at the company. 

“Out,” he said, his voice low and gruff. “Now,” he added with a warning. 

“Down boy,” Lee Know said from the front seat, but got out all the same. “Let’s go, fellas,” he called after the rest of the car. 

Han squeezed your leg and pushed open his door. 

“Just tell him the truth,” he whispered against your temple before placing a quick kiss there and getting out of the car. 

Felix looked over at you, a look on his face that said he thought he would betray you by getting out of the car and leaving you alone with Seungmin. 

“It’s okay,” you assured him. 

He climbed out reluctantly, shoving past Seungmin a little more roughly than usual. 

You saw Seungmin’s jaw clench and his shoulders bristle, but he didn’t respond to Felix, he just climbed into the car and sat where Felix had. 

“Seungmin, I…” you started but you were abruptly cut off. 

You barely had time to register that the two of you were alone in the car before Seungmin’s hands were delicately cupping your cheeks, his lips crashing less delicately and more desperately against your own. At first you were shocked, your eyes wide, your body tense. The moment your brain caught up with what was happening, you reached out for Seungmin, your hands wrapping around his small waist and pulling him against you, the kiss becoming more intense as his tongue tangled with yours. 

After many breathless moments, how long you weren’t really sure, Seungmin pulled away from you, his lips swollen from their first encounter with yours. 

His forehead rested against yours and he sighed heavily. 

“Are we on the same page now?” he asked, his breath fanning across your face. “I did something about it,” he added, almost more to himself than to you. 

“You definitely did do something,” you agreed. You moved your hands from being wrapped around him and placed them on the sides of his face. “Seungmin, are you sure that was something you wanted?” you asked, almost afraid of the answer. 

“I love you,” he let out in a whisper. “I have for so long. I have no fucking clue you ever wanted anything more,” he admitted.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. 

You pressed your lips against his again, this time it was soft and comforting a stark difference from the desperate first kiss from before. His lips moved against your like they were made to do so. 

“Most best friends don’t act like we do, Min,” you tell him. “We’re so close. How was I ever going to do anything other than fall in love with you, you idiot?” 

He smiled then, his eyes lighting up for the first time. 

“Really?” he asked. 

“Really,” you confirmed. “I’m so sorry for what I said back there. I’m exhausted and I lashed out and before I could stop it, I had made a big fucking mess with my stupid ass words and I didn’t know how to take it back.” Your hands fell from his face then, into your lap. 

He immediately grabbed both of your hands, holding them in his. 

“I’m used to your messes,” he said gently. “You usually tell me what you’re thinking,” he added. “Why didn’t you tell me this?” 

“The same reason I guess you didn’t tell me,” you shrugged. “I was afraid you didn’t feel the same.” 

“I’ve felt this way from the moment I first met you,” Seungmin admitted. “I’m gonna be here waiting even through the shitty times if you’ll have me.” 

You pulled him into a hug then, your face falling into his neck and breathing him in. Everything about him was comforting and you were wishing like hell you had just talked to him instead of blowing up at him, but you couldn’t change that now. 

“If you can put up with me, of course I’ll have you Kim Seungmin,” you say. “It always has been and always will be you.” 

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What WATCHES ✨ to INVEST in:

Rolexes - a Datejust, Daytona, and Submariner are popular choices for women!

Cartier - The Cartier Tank, Panthere, and Santos collections offer elegant timepieces!

Patek Philippe - Calatrava, Nautilus, and Aquanaut models are highly sought after!

Audemars Piguet - Royal Oak and Roval Oak Offshore models, are iconic timepieces!

What HOBBIES ✨ to ENGAGE in:

Travelling - Jet setting to exotic places, luxury resorts and enjoying cool experiences!

Fine dining - indulging in exquisite cuisines and enjoying elegant experiences!

Yachting - cruising on yachts, enjoying the sunset, engaging in water sports!

Spa days - wellness retreats and pampering sessions and FITNESS routines.

Jewellery Collecting - discovery exquisite gems, fine jewellery pieces and luxury watches!

Golf - very relaxing yet sporty. Great way to social network.

Private members club - elite country clubs, members only lounges and private societies!

Personal Development - enhance skills and overall wellbeing.

What CARS ✨ to DRIVE:

Rolls-Royce Phantom - it’s a symbol of luxury and prestige!

Lamborghini Urus - it’s a powerful SUV with a sporty edge, it’s usually a top pick.

Bentley Continental GT -the performance and conforts of this car is popular among the elite!

Mercedes-Maybach S-Class - comfortable, edgy technology and exclusive!

What HIGH STATUS MEN ✨ to MARRY:

“New Money” Guys - Successful men who do ECOM, Copywriting, Digital Marketing Agency, and social media Influencing.

Entrepreneurs - men with established and successful companies. For example… tech entrepreneurs, serial entrepreneurs, lifestyle and corporate entrepreneurs!

Real Estate Developers - men who own construction firms and property investments.

Investment Bankers - men who have an expertise on wealth management!

What CLOTHING ✨ brands to INDULGE in:

Miss Rosier - Elegant and beautiful. I adore this.

Reformation - it’s full of girly, discreet branding, substantial-able and feminine pieces!

Zimmerman - ultra dreamy and sophisticated dresses!

Self portrait - girly, elegant and feminine high end fashion!

Zara - classy yet more affordable and accessible!

Sandro - pretty princess energy.

What QUALITIES ✨ do these WOMEN embody:

They're often confident, sophisticated, and well-mannered with a strong sense of entitlement - AKA they’re used to getting what they want.

But, beneath the glamour and glitz, they're also often intelligent, savvy businesswomen who know how to manage their wealth and investments.

They're not just trophy wives 🥂; they're smart, ambitious, and driven individuals who know how to get what they want.

They're fashionistas who stay on top of the latest trends and aren't afraid to show off their wealth.

PERFUMES ✨ to INVEST in:

Use La Sultane De Saba - self care products.

Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium - vanilla scent.

Maison Francis Kurkdjian Baccarat Rouge 540 - unique blend of saffron, vanilla & amberwood!

Christian Dior Hypnotic Poison - a rich vanilla note that feels alluring and enchanting.

HANDBAGS ✨ to INVEST in:

Hermes Birkin - exclusive investment!

Channel Classic Flap - timeless investment!

Tip: in Dubai you can rent Birkin bags.