#I feel like everytime I come back I have an epiphany... thanks I hate it!

[ticklepinions]

The aroace urge to be in a relationship-

[2n2n]

everytime you make a post dunking on kou… I feel like I get 20 years of life back… I don’t hate kou!! I like him!! I like every single weird funky character in this weird funky manga… but it’s so refreshing, so cathartic!!! to get a kou post that ISN’T “precious sunshine best boy who’s better than X male character uwu” (UUUUGH). in other words: THANK YOU!! being a kinda shitty love interest to Mitsuba with his milquetoast bullying… kou’s annoying battle shounen protagonist traits… should be called out more… bc the fandom’s obnoxious about him and I’m too petty these days to care lol

HAHA ah how funny, I mean, yeah. I'm also always just thirsty for an original take, even if it isn't one I agree with or feel super hard. I'm glad someone's amused by it.

With Mitsuba I'm like, "omg Mitsuba doesn't need this CAVEMAN RIGHT NOW, help".... Mitsuba responds best to Yashiro, who is peaceful & passive.... and despite everything, Tsukasa does coddle/baby Mitsuba, which is what he legitimately asks people to do ("Take care of me, PYON!").... I have no idea what Kou's shitty screaming really does.... and then he says such horrible things in Picture Perfect, and then he's legit terrible at listening/paying attention....... Mitsuba will be emotional and. Kou is going to throw a fucking rock at his head, PLEASE, YOU NEANDERTHAL, ARE YOU NOT CAPABLE OF JUST HUGGING HIM ..... ??? He's really more of a 'pure goodboy' with Yashiro..... but that's boring and she's not into him, so eat it, Kou. She likes the bad boy tragic murderer. Why does he love to yell insults at Mitsuba. Why must we call the guy who had no friends and died alone girly and annoying. I know Mitsuba kinda sucks but I don't get it. I should hope if I died as a lonely ghost someone wouldn't come around me to be like, "you're a bitch and dress weird". Well I did die alone so I do know that. What the hell Kou................................................................. the Minamoto clan are beasts.......................................................... we must end them now, before they traumatize more souls for eternity

.......................nonetheless their (Mitsuba/Kou) fates/arcs are obviously tied, so there must be a plan. A novel endgame. It's one of the few things in this manga I have 0 predictions for. Like, I have more predictions about Teru, Tiara, and Aoi. I just have no clue where thisssss dynamic crests at. Kou has been AT A SNAILS PACE gradually wrestling with the bogus belief system he so proudly touted in Picture Perfect (God am I waiting for him to regret saying all that he did there-- HE SLOWLY HAS BEEN)....but like, we must be 'saving' whatever his eventual epiphany about personhood and identity will be, for later........... probably whatever conclusion he's CRAWLING to, about Mitsuba's authenticity, is going to tie into whatever epiphany he and Yashiro have to reach about Tsukasa's identity & authenticity. Them both contesting with the little Tsukasa's contradictory existence, surely will fold into how they have to process if Tsukasa 'is' Tsukasa, and how they should regard Mitsuba.... so odd that in PP, in the very moments Kou is rejecting Mitsuba as 'the real Mitsuba', doubling down on declaring his fakeness, Yashiro is naturally folding 'Amane' and 'Hanako' into one person. the chad Yashiro!!!

*shakes my head, snapping out of a haze* where was I? Oh right....

YOU KNOW, I don't even hate Kou. There are characters in other media I actively could say I hate, but, baseline everyone's interesting in JSHK, and I don't feel I disagree with the entire world's function and shape. We need someone like him to embellish the story-- that is-- someone so fucking dense and slow at grasping the world's shapes. But I am naturally exhausted by Kou and watching him crawl his way up to speed is sometimes tedious. I would like to take him to task and see him knocked down a peg-- in manga and out-- and I mean-- of all characters, he can take it, he doesn't have many problems, lol. He feels like the perfect guy to be frustrated with. Guy's got a beautiful family who loves him emphatically, spends every Tanabata or w/e in bliss with brudder and sisser, he can deal with me pushing him into a gutter.

I feel you on just being a bit tired of hearing the same things over and over... I feel like ah, groupthink in general is a real modern fandom problem, actually. If I'm being honest.... it often is something where all sides are doing something like...... hmm... "I am a nasty gross person, and I love this nasty gross character who is nasty and gross!" and then the other side is like, "I'm a good and honorable person, and I love good and honorable characters." Haha. But it's all sortof equally reductive, isn't it? You'll have one side stanning Tsukasa and believing he's an irredeemable rapist... and another side stanning Kou and believing he's composed of pure virtue...... or something like that. Isn't it boring....? Soooo boring... I don't like any of it....

Neither winds up feeling very genuine, or very interested in the actual written narratives, or the fiber of the characters in a meaningful way. It all comes across kinda phony, don't it? Or put-on? For-show? Whether its to show off how Bad you be, or how Good you be. It's odd when everyone all converges on one perspective. Loving Kou, Mitsuba, Aoi, hating Hakubo, Tsukasa, whatever.... weird, right? I never knew it to be like this, when I was younger.... I felt like me and all my friends would walk into a manga, and come out of it all liking wildly different things. Sometimes it feels like, maybe people are more 'fans' of the 'fandom', than 'fans' of the media itself, you know? Spending more time in servers of 200 people all chatting, reblogging each other's posts, and... less time rereading the thing itself.

It's not all of fandom, at least. Frankly spanish-speaking fandom seems completely unchanged from how it used to be and seems much chiller, more individual and sentimental ... well, so is JP, KR, CH fandom haha, who are making the MMD/AMV/etc I adore. Lots of original concepts and fanwork to parooze on pixiv and bilibili, thank god. But walking into eng spaces for 1 second, I see a lot of Kou suddenly. And I'm like.... this lame ass? Why??? Because he occasionally says pure things and is sad he's not strong like his cop brother??? Because he swings a sword?? Because he punches Mitsuba?? lol. I do have a little more taking him to task to do about a few things, but I keep having to try again at rewording a post to sound more neutral, 'cuz I get too annoyed with him hahahaha. Maybe I'll give up soon and just let it be what it is. I WANT TO BE NEUTRAL *SHAKES FIST* IMPARTIAL...

I had never 'observed' any of the fandom at all, I read it blind. I kinda live in a bubble with my husband..... I didn't catch sight of much of it actually until the Sumire/Hakubo arc. It felt like out of the woodwork came 200 Kou stans, I was like, whaaaaat??? it felt soooo out of left field, unpredictable, bizarre!?!? Like a wild coincidence. Like I lifted up a log and there was a new sort of bug in the THOUSANDS congregating. Weird! I didn't expect everyone to sound like clones of one another.... so weird.... eerie.... freaky....

Totally sounding like a codger though, so forget me.

I always want me disliking anything to just be funny.

He's most interesting for me in the Ghost Hotel AU, where for some reason he's completely insane and ripping off Mitsuba's limbs to add to soups. I also want whatever the hell this is to come back around:

but maybe I just want to make things more difficult for people who love him, haha. They should have to put up with something......

[grlsgen]

a list of my favorite albums

my music taste is a little embarrassing but it’s time i start owning that

dangerous woman - ariana grande

—— and the thing is everyone hates this album and calls it her worse but i think this was her best sound... it suited her very well. the stand out tracks IMO: moonlight, dangerous woman, into you, greedy, sometimes, touch it, thinking bout you. <- she really needs more songs like thinking bout you, absolutely impeccable. but anyways, not her peak musically but definitely a good ass album

the dream chapter : eternity - txt

—— AYOOO!!! i am definitely way more into dark concepts and this ep from txt was everything to me. i love the direction can’t you see me took and they ate it. i saw a lot of people saying seeing them take a concept like puma was odd but when they have their rv bad boy era y’all gonna take that back.. anyways. best tracks: can’t you see me, FAIRY OF SHAMPOO!!!, eternally. fairy of shampoo literally might be their best yet.

folklore - taylor swift

—— i shit my pants every time i hear this album. absolutely amazing.. something that always draws me to taylor is her songwriting obviously, and in this album in particular.. the take on different stories and perspectives was kind of everything and i was huge fan of it. at the first listen i loved it so damn bad and it hasn’t lost that magic to me. album of the year IMO! best tracks: cardigan, seven, epiphany, betty. cardigan is so beautifully made, same with seven. they make me cry like a little piss baby everytime i hear them. can’t explain how good they are...

golden hour - kacey musgraves

—— what can i say. like what can i say. it’s so good and hasn’t aged a day. i may not listen to every single track often but there isn’t one that’s objectively bad. the whole concept and sound of the album is very smooth and beautiful To Me. i enjoy a good little golden hour every now and then... best tracks: oh what a world, space cowboy, happy & sad, golden hour. happy & sad is so so good and for what. the chorus makes me cry sometimes.. i also occasionally cry to oh what a world but that’s my business. special mention is rainbow, that’s one hell of a song babe.

love yourself : tear - bts

—— oh nelly. ahah... like i said, i love darker concepts so of course this one grinds my gears. from top to bottom start to finish this is flawless and is one of their best yet i can’t even lie. fake love is one of my favorite songs from them ever and never gets old. Amazing amazing amazing. best tracks: fake love, the truth untold, 134340, outro : tear. everyone loves to shit on 134340’s name and for what. she’s beautiful.. the lyrics the chorus the rap verses the bgv COME ON!!!!!! so damn good. never ages. my favorite bts album.

perfect velvet - red velvet

—— no lie was told when this was named the ultimate girl group album. like dark concepts, i eat the shit out of their velvet concepts .. peek a boo was everything i could have asked for and they ate it up. what other girl group is killing pizza men for sport and holding rituals answer me quickly. as god once uttered, red velvet best idol group alive, but that’s a conversation for another time. this album has a nice blend of a little retro, soft harmonious songs & songs i’d shake my ass too in a cornmaze. seriously flawless. best tracks: i just & kingdom come (ofc). both never get old, they have to be some of the best songs i’ve ever heard. god bless

rookie - red velvet

—— i don’t give a fuck how you feel about rookie as a song, this ep is so damn good. rookie is definitely a little wack but i think it’s good.. what i love about red velvet is the funky concepts they can pull off and still make it bang, if that makes any sense. they not only ate the shit out of rookie and its choreography, but the bsides have to be some of their best. while it’s a red album, it isn’t one note and takes different turns without straying too far from rookie’s original sound which is cool.. To me. best tracks: little little & body talk. body talk has to be one of my all time faves from them, it was revolutionary..

speak now - taylor swift

—— next to folklore this is my favorite taylor album. i have several severe emotional attachments to this album that have transcended years.. i grew up with dis album 😢. i don’t even know what to say other than this album is my baby. best tracks: back to december, never grow up, enchanted, innocent, long live. innocent and never grow up have always made me bawl like a baby.. one time i wrote an anaylsis on never grow up for my sociology class but that’s a tale for another time.. i also have a strong attachment to long live. just such a good album that i’ll always come back to

the reve festival : finale - red velvet

—— now here’s the damn thing. especially repacked with the other festival songs, this is a masterpiece. don’t even get me started on psycho. that is song of the year and nothing will ever change my mind. i can’t believe it’s already been almost a year, i miss them :(.. anyway though. i have no words, but definitely my favorite album from the trilogy. best tracks: psycho, REMEMBER FOREVER!! i love remember forever so bad it’s unreal. it mentally takes me to another dimension every single time.. it reminds me how bad i love them but anyway Lmfaoo. timeless era that i’ll always look back on fondly. ot5 come back to me

wings - bts

—— ahhhhh... i found bts during this era so i’m very emotionally attached to wings. i love the dark kinda elegant (? idk what word to use...) concept they went for. blood sweat and tears was definitely a revolution and has stuck with me for the past 4 years .. best tracks: blood sweat & tears, begin, lie. jimin bodied the hell out of lie idc. it’s dramatic it’s bold it’s powerful it’s... beautiful. i always go back to his blindfolded performance of it on mama 2016.. it’s so good. him and hobi ate that whole intro up and reminds me how good wings is. tear and wings are the embodiment of the concepts i really love so obviously these make it into my favorite albums. :3 hehe..

my entire personality and life revolves around making myself go deaf via headphone and loving music so i had to offer my 2 cents on albums i think are amazing. and until next time..

not like anybody cares for my opinion but like i said i literally don’t have any other prominent personality traits so i may or may not post music reviews/thoughts like this on here for purely my own enjoyment and nobody else’s. i like to talk on the internet. thank you and good evening

[tj-hearteyes-kippen]

we keep this love in a photograph

Have the world’s latest fix it fic! It would have died in my Google docs if it weren’t for tyrus week but it seems like a worthy contribution.  ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19926391

~~~

It started after costume day.

When he got home, he had a notification that Kira had tagged him in a photo. Of course it was advertising the two of them in their dumb ‘costumes,’ because TJ couldn’t escape his shame. The caption was mocking him. “The best costume partner a girl could ask for” it read. No one else would, but TJ could hear the emphasis put on the word girl. He scrolled away without liking it, not wanting to think about it anymore, but of course the next picture on his feed was one Buffy posted. It was her costume day photo which Cyrus was in, looking absolutely miserable, and TJ had never wanted to die more.

***

Buffy had cornered TJ at the basketball courts in the park later as she was on a warpath to protect her best friend, but it only took one nervous glance from TJ back to where Kira was sitting for her to start putting things together.

The way Buffy’s expression flipped from fiery anger to a more careful, calculating look was kind of terrifying as she looked at Kira over TJ’s shoulder. TJ wanted to curl up into a ball and put his face away forever. Apparently over the past week or so he had entirely lost the ability to mask a single thing he was thinking. Buffy flicked her eyes between the two of them once more.

Patient and understanding aren’t two words TJ ever would have used to describe Buffy before, but that’s exactly how she was as she slowly coaxed an explanation out of him.

Buffy didn’t look particularly surprised, but she didn’t say anything indicating that she already knew all of this and TJ could have kissed her if it wasn’t for, well, you know. “Thank you for trusting me.” she said calmly, but the anger was creeping back onto her face.

***

Buffy was insistent that even a shred of the explanation would make Cyrus feel better, and TJ could do vague so he decided that maybe just telling Cyrus that she found something out about him wouldn’t be too bad.

“I’m sorry.” is what Cyrus said in response, leaning into TJ and bumping their shoulders together. TJ’s head jolted up in surprise.

“You’re sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you. That sucks.”

“You’re not even going to ask me what she knows?”

“I mean, I’m curious, obviously, but you don’t have to tell me. Not if–if you wouldn’t have told me without her interference then I don’t want to push. I don’t want you to feel pressured. That’s not fair to you.” Cyrus paused, heaving out a sigh. “But whatever it is, I won’t judge you. I could never hate you, TJ.”

TJ’s fingers were toying with the edges of his hoodie sleeves. Cyrus was being way nicer than he deserved. “You don’t even know what it is. What if it’s really bad? Scary?”

Cyrus gave him a hesitant smile. “I trust you. Against my best interest, maybe, but I do. I always have.”

TJ sort of hated that Cyrus didn’t hate him, because it made him feel so much guiltier about the whole thing. “I’m still really sorry. I should have called you at least.”

Cyrus placed a hand on his knee, unaware of the way it made TJ’s heart rate speed up. “It’s fine. I’m not mad anymore.”

***

TJ wanted to say that things went totally back to normal after they talked it out. They kind of did. He and Cyrus were talking again. They texted all the time, they hung out at school. It should have been normal. But TJ could feel something hanging over him every time they were together. He wasn’t sure if Cyrus could feel it too. Maybe he was just being paranoid.

Before, they had such an easy friendship. TJ never had to overthink. But now, everytime he caught himself smiling for too long, everytime he would reach out to drape an arm over Cyrus’s shoulder, he panicked. It was normal for them maybe. But it was stupid. Obvious. Obvious enough for Kira to see and TJ spent every minute with Cyrus worried that other people would see it too.

He was in a tough spot. He’d already almost lost Cyrus twice and both times were a nightmare. He didn’t want to take the risk of trying to push Cyrus away even just a little bit.

~~~

TJ was really starting to hate Instagram. It felt like he was being mocked every time he opened it, with photos of friends, teammates draped over each other in the easy comfortable way that TJ had gotten so used to and he missed it. He missed not thinking so much.

He decided to come out to Cyrus. He had thought, initially, that he would be better off keeping that part to himself. But he hadn’t anticipated the way it would feel to keep sitting on a secret that was apparently dangerously close to surfacing.

He cornered Buffy first, just to make sure he wasn’t making a galactic mistake.

Her eyes were soft and supportive when TJ asked her if it was a good idea. “I’m tired of being paranoid.” He said.

“He’ll always support you. He cares about you a lot, you know.”

TJ smiled. “Yeah, I’m starting to get that. Thanks Buffy.”

Buffy was right, as usual, and Cyrus didn’t just support him. He waited for TJ to choke it out, then gave him a small smile. “Yeah?” He asked gently and when TJ nodded, he quietly added, “me too.”

TJ wasn’t sure if things were going to change after that. He was a little worried things would be awkward after they put everything out on the table like that. Cyrus, for his part, almost seemed more tactile than usual. As if with no notice of TJ’s recent hesitance, Cyrus had started leaning into TJ when TJ threw an arm over his shoulder. When he caught TJ smiling at him for too long, he would give these sunny smiles right back before blushing and looking away. TJ figured that it was because of the fight. After the whole gun situation with Reed finally got resolved TJ was extra touchy-feely for a few weeks because he was so thankful to be on speaking terms with Cyrus again. But it didn’t slow down after a few weeks, it almost seemed like Cyrus was doing it more.

When they walked together, it was Cyrus now that was pushing up close to TJ’s side, making their hands brush together as they passed. TJ wanted to grab it. TJ wanted to grab Cyrus’s hand so bad but he wasn’t sure how that would be received. He used to think it would be overwhelmingly negative but that seemed less certain that it used to.

Cyrus was leaning all the way into TJ’s side after school at the spoon when TJ had an epiphany of sorts. Cyrus had initiated this. Cyrus had been initiating a lot of this kind of stuff recently. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do about it though.

Buffy had this face that she had been making at the two of them a lot lately. She looked like she knew something (which, she did actually, because TJ told her). He could tell that she was holding her tongue a little bit.

~~~

He was jealous, if he really boiled all his emotions down to their core. He spent a lot of time with Cyrus and his friends. He had to watch Marty and Buffy at the spoon sharing fries and making jokes and unsubtly scooting closer together and all they had to endure was good natured teasing. He had to watch as Andi and Jonah and Amber all danced awkwardly around each other while Cyrus and Buffy insisted that they would figure it out eventually.

The thing was, it was a really nice photo of him and Cyrus. He wanted to post it, especially when the others were posting pictures from the day, but he decided a group shot would be safer. He still had an arm draped over Cyrus, and their smiles were just as wide, and it was generally a nice picture. It was a fine post. Not perfect, but fine was enough for now.

At the last minute he decided to post the one with Cyrus too, as the second one in the series. It wasn’t that weird. TJ wasn’t ashamed of his friendship with Cyrus. It was just a picture.

~~~

TJ found himself going to Buffy for advice again. If all of this ended up working out, he needed to get her a fruit basket or something.

“So,” he started casually, “we have the semifinals on Friday. Do you think Cyrus would like it if I gave him my other jersey to wear?”

Buffy gave him a huge smile. “Give him the jersey.”

“Do you think he’ll get it?”

“He should, he thinks that tradition is the cutest. But I’ll make sure to knock some sense into him if I need to.”

“You’re a good friend, Driscoll.”

She looked smug. “I know.”

TJ was intensely nervous walking around with his other jersey in his bag. He was basically the only one of his teammates who hadn’t yet offered the extra jersey to a girl he was interested in, for obvious reasons. It felt like a neatly folded weight in his backpack, but he was determined.

He waited until after school when he and Cyrus were walking together like they’d gotten in the habit of. He waited for a lull in the conversation, and then turned to Cyrus and said, “Hey, you know how we have the semifinals Friday?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it!”

TJ grinned. “I know. Anyway, I have something for you.”

Cyrus placed his hand over his heart, giving a theatrical gasp. “A surprise? For me? You shouldn’t have.”

TJ was digging through his bag and he already had his hand on his jersey, but looked up with a smirk and paused. “I shouldn’t have? Oh, well I guess I’ll just leave this here then.”

“No! I changed my mind, you should have!”

TJ laughed and pulled his jersey out of his bag, thankful for Cyrus making the moment light. “If you insist.” He held the jersey out to Cyrus. “I was going to give this to you to wear to the game, if you want?”

Cyrus looked up at TJ with wide eyes. “For real?”

“For real.”

“I would love to.”

Cyrus was wearing TJ’s jersey over one of his button up shirts which was objectively dorky and totally not the correct way to wear a basketball jersey and TJ thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. The game had come down to the wire so the last couple of minutes but Jefferson managed to pull it out in the end. The last couple minutes had been pretty intense and if the way Cyrus had dramatically dropped his forehead onto TJ’s shoulder was any indication he seemed to think so too.

“Think about me next time! My heart can’t take it, it’s too stressful!”

“Yeah, okay, next time we’re in a close game I’ll remind the boys your feelings are at stake.”

“Good.” Cyrus said with conviction.

“Hey, we need to get a picture.”

“We do?”

“Of course we do! You’re wearing my jersey, I want to post it.”

“Well then I guess we do.”

They called Buffy over to take a couple of pictures for them while she made fun of them for being “sappy” and “embarrassing.” TJ preferred to go with “really adorable,” but to each their own. The picture TJ posted was one from the back with his arm over Cyrus’s shoulder, showing off their matching numbers. He was sort of proud of his caption, proclaiming Cyrus as “the best other jersey half a boy could ask for.” No one else would get it really, but it was still satisfying to do. He hoped a little that Kira saw it. Cyrus had picked the one where he had surprised TJ by leaning up onto his toes and pressing a kiss onto TJ’s cheek.

The championship game was a week later. The last few minutes were surprisingly calm, in TJ’s eyes. It was like things were moving in slow motion. They were up by 6 with two minutes left, hardly a sure thing, but TJ had never been more certain that they were going to win. He blacked out a little bit after the final buzzer sounded.

If the end of the game was moving in slow motion, the few minutes afterward were going at double speed. He went through the handshake line with the other team, he got congratulated by his coaches, he hugged his teammates, and someone came down onto the court to give them their trophy. Suddenly it was in TJ’s hands and after a team photo was taken everyone’s parents and friends came rushing down onto the court. TJ was still holding the trophy as he scanned for Cyrus, who rushed down and jumped right into his arms. TJ spun him around a little, laughing as Cyrus yelled “You did it!”

There were a number of pictures that made the sports page in the school paper, but TJ’s favorite, the big one front and center was one of the two of them. TJ had one hand still holding the trophy and the other was wrapped around Cyrus’s waist, looking into each other’s eyes seconds before their first kiss.

[crystal-snowing]

enemies to lovers | min yoongi

summary: when two rival music producers come together to collaborate on a song, perhaps it’s the right circumstances for love to blossom.

genre: angst/fluff

a/n: i have two unfinished series already, but guess who is starting a third :))) in other news, thank you so much for two hundred even though i’ve been not active recently <3

other members: | seokjin | jimin | namjoon | hoeseok | taehyung | jungkook |

to say that you hated min yoongi with a passion was simply an understatement.

you absolutely loathed him, with every fiber of your being.

he was arrogant, conceited, and self-absorbed—the type of person that you tended to avoid.

the feelings were also recuperated by him as well, and the two of you tended to avoid each other like the plague.

yet, the two of you were more similar than you would care to admit, as the both of you were absolutely the best at what you did—produce music.

the two were best in the company, producing hit after hit—each time hoping to outdo one another.

due to your record-breaking hits, big hit entertainment could not believe that they didn’t think about it before and proposed that the two of you collaborate on a song together.

and you could barely contain the look of absolute horror that crossed your face.

you, [y/n] [l/n] producing a song with min yoongi, someone that you absolutely could not stand—this had to be your worst nightmare. 

yet, it wasn’t a dream and that meant you couldn’t wake up—and you had no choice but to agree to the collaboration. 

as soon as the two of you stepped out of the room and into the hallway, out of earshot of the executives was when all hell broke loose.

there was this tension between the two of you, awkward and extremely frustrating, and neither of you wanted to do anything to break the intensity of the tension.

it wasn’t until the both of you entered the elevator was when everything just exploded.

“this is all your fault.”

your eyes quickly shifted onto him, “excuse me??? i didn’t see you refusing, buddy you signed up for this just like me.”

he just rolled his eyes and scoffed, turning away and facing one of the walls in the elevator.

once again you both succumbed to the awkward and tense silence, the ding of the elevator signally your floor the only thing breaking it.

you hated this idea as much as he did, but you both had your hands tied behind your back by the company, and you would be damned if you allowed him to ruin the reputation that you have built for yourself.

digging through your pocket, you pulled out one of your business cards and dropped it is his hand before exiting the elevator.

“call me, when you want to start acting like an adult and start this project.”

it was a full two weeks later when you finally heard from him. 

you were in the middle of a dance practice with your group and taking a break when your phone suddenly buzzed with a text.

meet me in my studio at six, we’ll go over some things. 

you scoffed, not even willing to respond to the vague as hell text, before throwing down your phone and continuing on with the practice.

now, after two weeks does he have the nerve to contact you, with no apology or any specific directions—what an asshole. 

nevertheless, as soon as practice was finished, you took your time making your way to his studio, showing up in the same clothes you wore to practice and half an hour late. 

“thanks for finally showing up, not that i was waiting for you or anything.” 

you rolled your eyes at his attitude, slamming the door closed behind you, before sitting down in a chair next to him. 

his studio was nice and as much as you hated to admit it, the place was almost as nice as your own. 

his equipment was state of the art and this included some equipment that even you couldn’t get your hands on—you were impressed. 

leaning back in his chair, you spun the chair around till you faced him, with your arms across your chest. 

“look, i can here just so we can get this over and done with, and if you want the same i would suggest that we start brainstorming.” 

there was an unreadable expression in his eyes, and the only way that you could possibly tell what he was thinking was due to the small smile that encased his lips. 

sliding across the room, he picked up a notepad from the room and brought it back to where the two of you were sitting as you pulled out your notebook from your bag. 

he was civil throughout the entire process which certainly surprised you—and there was not a single snarky or degrading comment that left his mouth the entire time. 

and you were surprised to discover that the two of you actually work pretty well together. 

when the two of you were not attempting to bite each other’s heads off or shouting insults from across the room, the two of you could almost become friends. 

almost. by the time you finished for the day it was already nine o’clock and you were absolutely famished. 

the two of you had gotten down the concept of your song and song of the chords and melody that you were going to play around with the next time the two of you saw each other. 

over the course of the next few months the two of you continued to work side-by-side in order to finish the song. 

and over the course of those few weeks your perception on the boy that you once hated seemed to change. 

there was something about him that changed, almost as if a light had switched on inside your head. he had this expression, this sparkle in his eyes that twinkled everytime he had an idea, and he would quickly jot it down in his almost illegible handwriting. 

or when he was concentrating, trying to finishing the ending line of the chorus or attempting to compose the perfect melody to go along with the lyrics. 

his eyebrows would furrow together and his tongue would peek out from between his lips, as he tapped his pencil against his notebook. 

and you couldn’t help but admit that he almost looked cute like that. 

at first you wrote these things off as you being perceptive, which was partially true, and attempted to suppress these thoughts of him. 

yet, he popped everywhere and it seemed that every little thing would remind you of him. 

it wasn’t until one of your group members pointed it out did you finally have an epiphany. 

“[y/n] quit staring at him, god you make it so obvious that you like him.” oh fuck. 

you weren’t sure when he crossed the lines between enemies and lovers, but that’s how you suddenly found yourself in this situation. 

after finishing the song and showing it to the company, the two of you met with a choreographer and now practiced the moves for the new song. 

the song that you both wrote expressed a desire of love and loss an overall idea of mending a broken relationship, which meant a sexy concept. 

the choreographer included everything that you could possibly think of in there, including some things that you thought were quite scandalous and  a bit too revealing. 

but, you were never one to back out of a challenge. 

so you did what you had to do and did what you had to in order to hide your overly flushed cheeks. 

“the two of you have such great chemistry, this song is going to be a hit!” and from that point on you could barely look him in the eyes. 

finally it was the week of promotions, as the song was released and the two of you went to different shows in order to perform the song live.

the atmosphere between the two of you seemed to have changed drastically after months of collaboration. 

there was no more animosity between the two of you and in fact, after putting aside your differences the two of you actually got along well. 

you attempted to swallow the feelings that you had for yoongi, pushing them down into the deepest pit of your stomach—never to be seen again.

the two of you were just beginning to become friends and you would be damned if your stupid crush was going to ruin every and all chances that you had with him. 

but damn, as the bright stage lights shined on your figures and the cheers of fans and the beat of the song surrounded you—you could feel them bubbling up again. 

there was this was warmth that spread across your whole body, as he embraced you for the final moment of song, and you could feel the heat from his ragged breaths on the back of your neck. 

and in that moment everything just came crashing down. 

after thanking the crowd, the two of you retreated backstage and as soon as you were out of sight from the crowd, you went into your dressing room and slammed the door. 

you couldn’t explain the hysteria that you were feeling, the hysteria that seemed to rising from that deep pit in your stomach. 

“[y/n]? are you okay?” god, even his voice alone was enough to cause chills to go down your spine. 

but you couldn’t cave in and risk losing everything that you have built with him, and you did what you used to do best—ignore him. 

from that day on, everyone around you seemed to notice this change around you. 

you no longer had this glowing aura around you, but instead it was replaced with this cold facade that you put on. 

of course in front of the cameras and the fans you put on that dazzling smile, and attempted to fake as the chemistry between you and yoongi as much as you could, and for the most part it worked. 

yet, off-stage you would revert back to your previous state. 

he was the one person who was most affected by your sudden switch in attitude, and he would never admit it to your face, but he missed the real you. 

the whole rivalry between the two of you was completely blown out of proportion, and truthfully he never really knew you as a person and therefore had no real reason to hate you.

he didn’t want to see the walls that you once again built up to protect yourself, instead he wanted to see the true [y/n], whose eyes lit up every time he told a joke, whose nose would scrunch up so cutely whenever he/she laughed, and the [y/n] that he fell in love with.

so, min yoongi decided to do what he did best and pry you out of your shell. 

“what’s wrong with you?” 

okay, so maybe his approach wasn’t exactly the best, but he was trying. 

you only scoffed, turning away from his figure as you continued tapping away on your phone. 

there was one rule that you needed to follow and that was to not engage, because you knew that if you did then everything would be over. 

“giving me the silent treatment, don’t you think that’s a bit childish?” 

you took a deep breath, boy could this man get on your nerves, but you would allow him to do that, he was baiting you for something—you just weren't sure for what. 

he came over at sat down next to you, his thigh touching your own, before leaning in and whispering in your ear. 

“come on, don't be like that, baby.” 

you could immediately feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and goosebumps down your arms—your face turning beet red. 

“what the actual fuck?” 

you pushed him away angrily, wrapping your arms around yourself, as you attempted to devise a plan of escape. 

yet, he had picked the perfect time, and that two of you were unable to leave since you were performing in less than five minutes. 

and he knew that, which explained the sly smirk that illuminated his face. 

in this moment there was only one thing that was present in your mind, and you knew that you needed to get away from him. 

standing, you turned your back on him and began to walk away. 

“come on, seriously [y/n], what’s wrong?” 

this time there was no playfulness in his voice, he had on a straight face and seen genuinely sincere and worried. 

but that surely must have been the joke, since min yoongi was never serious or sincere. 

“leave me alone and mind your own business.” 

as you began to walk away from him, you heard him mutter something under his breath, which was the last straw for you, as you whipped around to face him. 

“you know what, you, you’re my problem!” 

his face fell at your statement, but you were currently on a roll and was not planning on stopping anytime soon. 

“my problem is with you—you and your stupid handsome face, your stupid kissable lips, your cute button nose, and your stupid hot body—i would love to just punch you right in the face, because you have me feeling like this and—” 

immediately, you clamp your hands over your mouth, suddenly aware of everything that you have been saying. 

“keep going princess/prince, have you feeling like what?” 

there it was, that smile that made your knees weak, as his lips curled into a soft smile prompting you to mutter the answer under your breath.

“what’s that babe, i didn’t quite catch that.” 

that cocky piece of crap. 

“have me feeling like i’m in love with you.” 

you could swear that you have never felt this much anxiety since you debuted as you awaited his answer. 

all you wanted him to do was say something—anything, to break the tension in the room. 

instead, he laughed. and you had to admit that it was one of the cutest things that you have ever heard, as his face contorted with what looked like joy. 

before you could even question him about his answer, he swooped in and captured your lips with his own. 

to think that you were kissing the one and only min yoongi, the same man that you hated a few months prior. 

both of you pulled away breathless, your foreheads pressed together as you both looked into each other’s eyes. 

to say that you were surprised was an understatement, and you awaited his response. 

vaguely, you could hear one of the directors shouting for the two of you to get onto the stage, but you were to enamoured by his body wrapped around yours to make a move. 

“i knew you couldn’t resist my charms, princess/prince.”