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youremeimyou · 5 years ago

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Old Friends

pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader genre: fluff, comedy, slight drama high school crush au and there’s a Hoseok vs y/n rap battle in there, somewhere word count: 6k warnings: just some passionate kissing, oh and shirtless Hoseok;)

Description: Hoseok is your high school friend that you had a different kind of relationship with. You run into him, after many years and rekindle your friendship. Then he takes you to your high school reunion and claims you as his girlfriend. But it’s only an act. Right?

A/N: EGO IS OUT!! I can’t get enough of it, or enough of J-hope. Hence, this oneshot. I gave this my all and had fun reading it back so I’m hoping it’s not shitty. Pls let me know what you think of it. Also I changed the way I write and reffered to the reader as ‘you’ for this one- idk i wanted to try it. If you guys have prefferences you can let me know. I hope you like it. Enjoy!

It's official, you hate summer. Sure.. school's out, no more chasing after professors or migraines lasting for weeks. But goddamn it it's hot and humid. It's like trying to breathe in a sauna, which you hate. Plus, the sun is like a deadly laser. Normally you love strolling through this street. Glancing at cute little stores and admiring street artists as you walk by. Not today, though. Not while feeling like all the water in your body is gonna evaporate any second.

You notice a little crowd up ahead, a half circle. And the sound of a groovy beat captures your attention. You might've stopped and joined the crowd just for the captivating music, if it wasn't for the torturous heat. In this instance you'll settle for only a glance at whatever show is going on inside that half circle.

That's until you see the street dancer there and you stop dead in your tracks. Someone is crazy enough to dance in this heat. Someone manages to look like the greatest performer alive despite the sweat covering his body and the fact that he's probably about to pass out. That someone is Jung Hoseok.

Before you can do anything else, you realize just how much better he’s become. And he was already an amazing dancer the last time you saw him. Back in high school, that is. Hobi the bubbly, cheerful dancer that dominated talent shows every year. Hobi who you occasionally helped pass chemistry. Hobi who could actually also sing, a fact only you knew about him of all the kids at your school. Because you’d spend most of your time in the music room, usually all by yourself. But one time, you caught him sitting alone and singing in there and after that, he’d visit you every so often. In return, he was the only one that knew you composed songs.

It’s been three years since graduation and your last conversation with him. But right now, he’s standing right in front of you. No, he’s dancing. The music ends in time with his final move and the mini crowd goes wild. As he catches his breath, most people leave money in his hat on the floor. You hope they’re being generous. Rightfully so, that was one hell of a performance.

You contemplate on whether you should say hi or not. The introvert in you decides you shouldn’t but before you can turn around to leave, you make eye contact with Hoseok.

“Y/N?” he asks.

“Hey, Hoseok.”

And he smiles. Despite how exhausted he must be, he gives you a whole cheekbones lifted, classic Hobi smile.

“You were amazing. But how did you not faint dancing in a weather like this?” you ask, smiling back.

“Come to think of it, I do feel like blacking out.” he says in between his panting.

You panic and go closer to him quickly. “I can take you to the hospital-”

“I’m kidding, Y/N.”

Did you maybe miss his mischevous ass? You both giggle.

“How about taking me to an icecream shop to catch up, instead? It’s been so freaking long. If you don’t have any plans, I mean.”

Your plan is going home, opening the refrigerator door and standing in front of it. So they’re skippable for an old friend.

“Let’s go before you deteriorate.”

You take him to the closest icecream shop you know and the shop has great air conditioning, thank god. Hoseok sits down and you feel as though he won’t be able to get up and order. Despite the smiley and bright facade of his, his body seems to be worn out. So, you take the liberty to order for both of you.

As you wait in line, order and wait for them to prepare it, you think about what you wanna say to Hoseok. Regardless of how much time has passed, you notice how you still get a little nervous with him around. It used to be like that in high school, too. You could never really look him in the eyes while he was speaking with you. You wouldn’t be intimidated. You’d just be kinda.. overwhelmed.

You take the cups and make your way to the table. Hoseok’s eyes light up, he seems content with your choice. He also looks better now, the cool air of the shop must’ve helped.

“What’re the odds of us meeting like this? Just on the street?” he initiates conversation.

“Well, I’m not exactly surprised to find Hope on the streets.”

“You remember my stage name?” He looks geniunely surprised.

“How can I possibly forget crowds of people going crazy, cheering J-hooope?”

That makes him shy, you think. With him averting his eyes to the ground. You’d hear those cheers often, back then. Hoseok was known as ‘J-hope’ and his act ‘Hope on the street’ was very popular. Everyone in Gwangju High would come to watch him perform, including you. It really is a bit strange how you ran into each other randomly on a street in Seoul, you think. You both had dreams of moving to Seoul as teenagers and had told each other about it. But neither of you knew if the other actually made it there. Until now.

"Did you move here right after graduation? I remember you talking about wanting to persue music here at University of Seoul." he says with his eyes on his icecream. He remembers your dream.

"Yeah, I had to get out of there. I moved here even before knowing if the university had accepted me. Thankfully, I got in. What about you? When did you come here?"

After he takes a spoon of the good stuff, he takes his eyes off from his cup and connects them with yours. It happens so suddenly that you almost blush. You're able to hold it in, though. Barely.

"I kinda wanted to wait until my work at the dance academy was done. So, after two more years at Gwangju, I finally transferred here, to National University of Arts just at the beginning of this semester."

You're glad to see him not giving up on dancing because he's so talented for it that it isn't like anything you've seen before or after you've known him. When he dances, it's like whatever music he's moving to actually finds form in him. And when he's not dancing, the way he moves around, walks, talks still somehow appears artistic.

But then, you realize you've been staring at him, lost in your train of thoughts. And he must've noticed because one corner of his mouth curves upwards a little, forming an almost smirk. This time, you can't stop your cheeks from turning red. Fuck.. What's wrong with you? It's been years since you've even seen his face. Why the hell did you just turn into a teenager, all over again?

"How's music school? Did you drop any albums I'm missing out on?" He asks and his eyes go back to his icecream. You can breathe normally again.

"I think school is always a pain in the ass. Even if it's about music." is your reply. You both laugh.

"I couldn't agree more."

Normally you have a hard time talking about yourself with others. But when it comes to Hoseok, it's different. Because that kinda used to be your relationship back in the days. Talking to each other about stuff you wouldn't with others.

"I've been working in a studio a friend of mine opened and we're working on some stuff but.. I can't seem to finish anything I start so, no. I haven't really been productive." you add with a frown. There're lots of things you don't like about yourself and being a procrastinator is one of them.

Then, a hand is placed lightly on yours that was resting on the table. It's Hoseok, holding your hand and looking at you warmly. "Nah, I'm still pretty sure we're gonna hear your stuff on the radio, soon." He looks like he geniunely believes that. All you can do is smile back in appreciation.

Time goes by as you talk about all kinds of stuff. You learn he lives at the student dorm but he's not exactly happy about it and wants to find a new place to stay. Also that he's giving dance lessons to earn some extra cash. You tell him about Yoongi, that friend of yours who owns a studio and how he's looking for someone to move in, after his flatmate moved away. You promise to have the two meet each other and see if they can become roomates.

Hoseok suggests to exchange numbers but it turns out both of you haven't changed them since high school, so you both have the other in your contacts. And you say goodbye shortly after, agreeing on hanging out again, soon.

By the time you get home, it's already evening and you're a little hesitant to open up the door and greet your roommate, Namjoon. Because you promised him that you'd watch that philosophical movie you can't remember the name of together. But you were supposed to do that about two hours ago. You decide to just go in and explain how you ran into an old friend and got held up. Namjoon'll understand, right? You go inside but see that nobody's home, so you call him.

"What's up ditcher?" is how he answers the phone and you can't blame him, really.

"I'm so sorry Joon. I wanna make it up to you but.. where are you, exactly?"

"Yoongi's."

"Okay, don't move." You hang up the phone and go straight into the apartment across the hall from yours. Yoongi has already opened the door before you can knock. You make for the living room and spot your roommate there. Just as you're about to explain, you also spot credits rolling on the tv screen and finished popcorn bowls.

"Wow, you watched Waking Day without me?" you complain. And Namjoon is quick to respond.

"It's Waking Life and yes, since you were a no-show."

"But you didn't even leave me popcorn."

"What're you saying? There's some left right here." Yoongi is the one who hands you one of the bowls.

"There are literally only three kernels here."

"Well, that's what ditchers get." Yoongi is just as merciless as Namjoon.

"But what if something happened to me on my way back-" you try the approach of pulling on their heartstrings but both of them whip their necks back and look at you in extreme worry, so you decide not to mess around. "Okay, okay. I encountered an old friend and lost track of time catching up. But maybe we can watch another movie and I'll make the popcorn, huh?" You wear a guilty grin on your face.

"Nope. You should take a seat and tell me about this friend that made you ditch me."

You sit down in between the guys on the couch, but you're facing Namjoon and telling him about Hoseok. Yoongi only sees your back and he's just so done with you, as always.

"You guys have a house exactly symmetrical to mine across the hall. Why the hell are you always here? I know it's not to see me, you're not even looking at me." It's a mix between ranting and whining. Both you and Namjoon know he's doing it to get attention.

"Because your couch is comfier." says Namjoon.

"And you have a piano." you add.

"You have a keyboard!"

"My keyboard is no upright piano."

Yoongi gives up with a huff. But you attack him with tickles until he gives in and giggles, all the while trying to get rid of your hands.

"By the way Yoongs, you're still looking for a roommate, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"The friend of mine from Gwangju I was catching up with, Hoseok, is looking for a new place. I want to introduce you guys."

"Sure. What can you tell me about him?"

You pause because there're lots of things you can say about him. But those are all about the high school Hoseok. You wonder how many of them changed and how many stayed the same. You're sure of some things, though.

"I can tell you that he's a great guy and a dedicated artist, a dancer. Also he's funny and a mood maker."

"Alright. You should bring him over."

"Great! I will."

You wake up to your phone buzzing repeatedly. First thing you do is check the time and your clock on the wall is striking 11:30 in the morning. You overslept, great. It makes sense after you convinced Namjoon to binge watch Death Note before going to bed. But you ended up sleeping on the couch. The fact that you're in your bed right now means Namjoon carried you there.

3 unread messages from Hoseok.

-Morning, Y/N.

-Are you free today?

-I wanna treat you to some coffee.

It's been three to four days since the time you ran into Hoseok and you've been meaning to reach out to him to hang out but he just beat you to it. You thank the god for his extrovertedness.

-I'm taking care of some stuff in the studio today.

-But you can visit me there and if I'm finished quickly we can even hang out later, too.

-If you'd like, of course.

You press send and for some stupid reason your heart races a little fast. Were you being too forward? He just said coffee, maybe he meant a quick get together. You just asked him to wait for you in a studio, possibly for a couple of hours.

Two more buzzing.

-Sure! I'll make sure to help out so you can finish faster.

-Text me the time and the adress when you can.

You sigh in relief. But now it's time to be nervous about how you'll be alone with him there for a long while. Not that it makes you uncomfortable. You just feel that overwhelming feeling of him being around returning. You hope to at least not act like an idiot.

You make your way to the studio and text Hoseok the location, saying he could drop by whenever he'd like. Yoongi told you to listen to some demos for him but you leave that for last. For now, you're setting up some instruments and tuning them up for the band arranged to record tomorrow. But the bell rings and you sprint to answer the door.

"Hi!" you greet him.

"Hey." Hoseok says with a bright smile. He holds up the bags in his hands. "I brought food and icelattes."

"Which makes you a hero. Come in."

You eat and drink your coffees as you talk about stuff. Then, you play a recording of a guy who did an awful cover of Smelly Cat a few days ago. It makes Hoseok laugh so hard that he tumbles out of his seat and falls towards you. You knew it was a habit of his but you had never been the person he falls over to, before.

He helps you get the rest of the things done after that and surely him giving you a hand speeds up the process. For the last thing, you call him over to listen to the demos.

"Wow, some of these are really good. Especially this one, I like the beat a lot."

"Yeap, me too. I'm showing this one to Yoongi, later."

Finished up with the things, you're getting ready to leave but you hear him beatboxing the beat he liked a while ago.

"You can beatbox?"

"Yeah, I picked it up not so long ago."

An idea pops into your mind. You take him by the arm, practically drag him back to the recording booth and hand him a mic.

"Get a beat going."

"Wha-"

"Just do it." And you run back to record him doing it. After that, you throw in some other instruments quickly. When you play the outcome, he smiles so hard.

"How did you just do that in such a short time, coming up with practically a song."

"You did it, too. You came up with a beat off the top of your head. That's the basis of songs, mostly."

He listens to it over and over. "Hey can I use this for when I do freestyle battles?"

"To dance over to? Sure! I'll work on it some more, though and perfect it."

He shys away a little. "Well, this would make a great dance track but.. I meant freestyle rap battles."

"You rap, too? Geez, is there any street art you're not talented in?" You're not that surprised, though. He always stroke you as swag in living form.

"I'm trying to get into it. I should improve if I wanna make a name for myself out on the streets of Seoul." he says half jokingly but it's true that the rap scene has become a major part of street competition, recently. You know from Yoongi and Namjoon who are also rappers.

You play the beat from the top. "C'mon, then. Let me hear a snippet."

"No, no I'm not really-"

"C'mon~ let's battle." you say to get him worked up a bit. Also, you picked up a few things from Yoongi and Namjoon over the last couple of years.

"Oh battle? Okay then, why don't you go first?"

Both of you try to control your laughter and you come up with some very stupid and childlike rhymes that make Hoseok laugh even harder.

"It's your turn, J-hope."

"Ooo~" he gets more fired up with the mention of his stage name. You're going back and forth rapping about the most random and funny stuff. But then you get bolder and want to go at him a bit, to get him more serious about this. Trying to remember embarrassing things he's done in high school, you throw in lines about the time he had to dance in his underpants in front of the whole school after losing a bet.

Also, there's this face you pull whenever you try to diss someone, something you picked up from Yoongi. But it looks funny on you and the boys always make fun of you about it. You're sure you're doing it right now, too out of habit. And you're not wrong because as soon as you're done, Hoseok starts and he mentions it.

Except, he says something along the lines of despite of you having that expression, he still doesn't feel like you're dissing him because of how beautiful you look even while pulling a funny face.

What? Did he just call you beautiful? In a rap battle?

You're in shock and aren't able to speak for a while. Which Hoseok takes advantage of. "You failed to come up with something in time, Y/N. I win." Then he boops your nose. He fucking boops your nose. What did you get yourself into?

It's the day you finally bring Hoseok to meet with Yoongi. It's been a couple of weeks since you guys started hanging out kinda on a regular basis and Yoongi finally had some free time. The three of you are sitting in Yoongi's living room and you're watcing them get to know each other. Everything seems to go well. The door opens and Namjoon walks in.

"Yo. Sorry I'm late."

"It's okay since you live far away. Oh wait, you live across the hall." Yoongi is quick to welcome him.

"At least I brought dessert."

The two boys go into the kitchen to get dessert ready to be served.

"That's my roomate Namjoon. He wanted to meet you, too." you inform Hoseok.

"Roommate? Wait- you live just next door?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I'd beg to Yoongi or something to get him to accept me!" he says with a smile. You're glad he's happy about the fact you might live next to each other.

"I think he already likes you. I'm pretty sure you got the room."

And you turn out to be right. Hoseok and Yoongi hit it off quickly and he moves in a couple of days later. You start spending even more time together since then. Both with the other boys around and just you two, alone.

This one time Yoongi gives you the day off, Namjoon is off to do a job interview and you've got absolutely nothing to do. So you go over to see Hoseok. You knock and ring the bell but loud music is coming from inside and he doesn't hear you. The door isn't locked, though and you just go in. When you get to the living room you see Hoseok practising, going really hard at it. There're sweatdrops on his face and his white shirt-now practically see through shirt-is stuck to his body, revealing the delicate structure of it.

Blood rushes to your cheeks and your heart is thumping but you can't look away. He's art, you think. Art that you can't get enough of. He finally notices you, which almost gives you a heart attack but thankfully he isn't uncomfortable with you being there.

"Hey- uh- phew." he tries to talk but needs a moment to catch his breath, first. "Y/N. Please tell me you've been standing there long enough that you saw my new moves."

You nod, still not completely out of your daze. "They were.." you trail off because he just casually takes his shirt off in front of you. "Can you pass me that?" he asks you to hand him over the towel on the chair next to you. You're on autopilot as you do so.

"So, what do you think?"

"Oh yeah- Umm.. it was awesome. Very captivating.."

"Thanks." he smiles brightly while walking closer to you. "I'm gonna take a quick shower. You wanna hang out, after?"

Right. That's why you came over, you remember. "Yeah, I'll be here."

Hoseok and you just hang inside all day. Not doing much but still managing to have fun. Yoongi comes home for a while but has to go back out again, so it's mostly just you two. In the middle of the night, you guys start watching a movie, planning to stay awake till morning but Hoseok's tired from practising earlier and dozes off, eventually. And you're famous for sleeping in front of the tv, so you quickly follow. Then, you two somehow get in a cuddly position in your sleep.

The next morning- or more like afternoon, you wake up to Yoongi slurping his coffee, seated right across from you. Hoseok's nowhere to be seen.

"Hey Yoongs, why am I still here?"

"Well, you obviously fell asleep in front of the tv again and Namjoon's strong arms weren't here to carry you to bed."

"Where is he?"

"Joon said he was staying at a friend last night, not wanting to get all soaked up in the rain. And Hobi woke up just moments ago and went out, saying he has to get ready for a gig."

You nod at him and get up. You're about to go back to your place to wash up but realize something suddenly.

"Since when do you call him Hobi?"

"Since when do you have a crush on him?"

Your eyes go wide with panic. "Wha- No way what're you say-"

"Do you think I'm blind? I can perfectly see it when two people are cuddling on my couch."

"We just fell asleep that's all-"

"I saw you two over at the piano, too. And in the kitchen a few days ago doing the dishes. And while dancing here in the living room for no reason. You can't look him in the eyes without going red and he can't take his eyes off of you."

There isn't much you can say to convince him otherwise because you realize that he's right. At first when you guys started hanging out again, you thought you felt butterflies because you kinda had a thing for him in high school. You paid it no mind thinking it'd fade away with time but it didn't. Your feelings only grew stronger and now you know it was visible to others.

What has you tensed up, however is the way Yoongi talks about the situation like it's both-sided. That's where you can't be sure. Because yes, Hoseok randomly calls you beautiful, takes you out for meals and spends entire days with you. But you don't know if he likes you like that or if he's just being friendly. Just like back in high school.

"Okay, yeah. He makes me feel a certain way. But there's nothing going on, we haven't even talked about it. I don't think he's into me like that."

Yoongi's brows furrow in confusion. "He was just asking me if anything was going on between you and Joon the other day, though."

He asked what?

"What?"

"Dude, he was obviously jealous and suspicious of the fact that you were roommates. And very close ones."

You did have a very close bond with Namjoon, just as you did with Yoongi. Yoongi's just involved less skinship and more serious talk. But Namjoon was the first person who friended you in Seoul and over the years he became your self proclaimed guardian angel. That was all.

"You didn't correct him?!"

"I tried but he seemed overwhelmed with confusion, I'm not sure if he fully believed me. Or fully listened? I dunno- I was kinda enjoying his little emotional crisis."

"Yoongs!"

"Fine! So yeah, maybe you should to talk to him."

How do you talk to someone about this? you wonder. And can Yoongi really be right about the possibility of him reciprocating your feelings?

You're reading a book on your couch. It's been a couple of days since your cuddly interaction with Hoseok and you haven't really hung out after that, either. You're not avoiding him, though. More like testing the waters. Namjoon's little squeal and sprint to the living room gets you out of your thoughts.

"Y/N! Oh my god!"

"Joonie what happened?"

"I got in." His smile is from ear to ear but you're not surprised he got the job he was going after for a while now. He happens to be intelligent beyond your understanding. But also a goofball. Because he -who usually treats books like his children- throws the one you were reading away and gets you up on his back. Now you're both singing victory songs as he gives you a piggy back ride.

Just then, Hoseok makes an entrance to your apartment, sees you two and his face visibly drops.

"Oh- sorry guys. I should've knocked-"

"Dude, it's okay. Think about our two apartments as one big house. You don't have to worry about knocking everytime. Come in!" Namjoon is being his friendly self as he puts you down. "I gotta go call my parents. Thanks for always believing in me, Y/N." He places a soft peck on the top of your head and goes back to his room. Uh-oh. You hope Hoseok doesn't misunderstand.

"How are you doing, Hobi?"

"I'm-" he hesitates for a while. "I didn't know you and Namjoon were.. are you? Y'know like together?"

"No!" you regret yelling but it just comes out before you can stop. "I mean, it's not like that. We're friends. In fact he kinda decleared himself my older brother."

The total grimace that had took over Hoseok's face starts to slowly dissappear. "Oh, okay. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable like that-"

"No, no. Let's just change the subject." You want to move on from this before it gets awkward.

"Okay. Oh right! I came over to show you something."

He holds out his phone for you to see. It's an invite to an event. Gwangju High's high school reunion, to be exact. You also got one, too but immediately deleted.

"The reunion? You're going?" you ask.

"We should go."

You're about to protest but he cuts in.

"I know most of our year were jerks. But it's Gwangju. I know you miss it there. And high school wasn't all evil."

"It was the people who were evil, Hobi."

"That's why we have to show them their evil ways weren't enough to break us down."

"What do you mean, we? Everyone loved you!"

"The jocks hated me for being popular despite not playing football."

That was true. They sometimes gave him a hard time for grabbing the attention of girls more than them.

"Besides, we're grown ups. If they weren't able to mature, that's their problem. We'll just breathe in some hometown air and have fun."

You did miss home. And the fact Hoseok'll be with you eases your stress so you say yes.

Hoseok and you roam the streets of Gwangju, firstly. You tell him the places you missed most and you visit those. When the reunion evening closes in, both of you go to your homes to get ready. Your parents are sort of shocked you're attending the event but they won't complain because they missed you a lot and you haven't realized how much you missed them back till you finally came back after a long while.

Hoseok comes to pick you up and oh boy. He immediately recongnizes the dress you're wearing as the exact one you wore to prom. The light blue piece fits your body even more perfectly now, he thinks.

"This is your prom dress." It's not a question because he's certain.

You panic because well you wore it thinking nobody would remember since not a lot of people were paying attention to you during prom and you didn't have anything else decent enough in your old closet. How the hell does he remember?

"It looks even more beautiful." And with that, your panic is no more.

You get to the school finally and almost everyone is there. All trying very hard to look fancy, so Hoseok and you make fun of some of them before entering.

"It's J-hope!", "Hope's back!" and "Who is that with Hoseok?" are the comments you hear as you walk by. A few speeches are given, while you stuff your face with cupcakes. Then music's on and people start dancing.

Hoseok is approached by many and he kindly converses with them all. He forces you to speak from time to time, too. One of the boys who you used to tutor a lot, Hansung, tries to make a couple of moves on you. Probably under the influence of alcohol. You politely dismiss him but some other guys that came alone also are eyeing you from different places of the room. Hoseok is well aware and not okay with it, at all.

He slides a hand down your arm and links your fingers. When you turn to him in surprise, he pulls you closer. "Let's act like a couple."

"What-"

"I'm sick of people trying to see if you're available for them, aren't you?"

It is a bit disturbing. You bet most of them didn't even recognize you and are just looking for a prey for the night. "I am." you reply.

"Then just go with it."

So you do that but this time the girls start to get uncomfortable since most of them were eyeing Hoseok. And like clockwork, Gaeun appears with her gang of plastic girls. Gaeun used to be Hoseok's biggest fan. But all she actually wanted was to get into his pants just cause of how popular he was. Knowing this, you tense up. Her eyes hold such a suggestive look that you almost want to protect Hoseok from her.

As far as you know Hoseok has never indulged her like that back in school days. And he doesn't seem to be effected by the way she looks right now, either which can be described in two words: model legs.

"Hobi~" her irritating voice muses. "There're lots of girls wanting to dance with you tonight."

He takes his hand away from yours to claimingly grab you waist. "Sorry, ladies. My dances are all booked by this one, right here." He turns his head and places a kiss on your temple.

"I'm sure your date for the night won't mind if-"

"She's not just my date for the night. Y/N is my girlfriend." he cuts her off. Shock is evident not only on their faces but yours as well. The girls have to walk away awkwardly but what they think they're speaking among themselves is quite audible to you.

"There's no way. Y/N could never be enough for him. Just wait until the end of the night and see how he gets bored."

Hoseok didn't hear them. But you and some other people did. And you don't care what Gaeun says but her words get around fast and people are looking at you even more weirdly than before. Hoseok realizes your body tensing up.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't think people are buying that we're together. Especially after Gaeun started speaking to them."

He looks around to find that people really were looking at you suspiciously.

"Let's make it more believable, then."

He pulls you to the dancefloor and starts moving you to the rhythm. You've danced with him before but they were all silly ones, meant for fun. This one was serious. And your bodies were seriously close. But you just let him lead you, knowing that he knows what he's doing. After a while he figures that the music's ending so he twirls you around and finishes with a sudden dip.

You're back is resting againt his hand as you're leant back and Hoseok's face is so very close to yours. Some people clap and some don't but neither of you really care about the people watching anymore. Then he kisses you. He downright kisses you at the center of the dancefloor. It's passionate but gentle. He doesn't let go for a while but you've no clue how long it's been cause you're lost in the taste of him. Which is a thousand times sharper than the whiskey and a thousand times sweeter than the cupcakes.

He pulls you back up, finally parting your lips. "I think we got about enough attention. Wanna get out of here? We can go to the music room." he suggests. All you can do is nod cause you still can't form words.

You get there and it's the only place in this school that you've missed. You sit down on the piano seat and Hoseok pulls a chair next to you, it's like deja vu.

"You know the song you used to play, the one I liked a lot. River-"

"River flows in you." of course you remember.

"Yeah. I kinda tried learning that on the piano a while back."

"Show me."

He tries to play it and messes up some bits so you help him out. Then, your hands touch accidentally and you both freeze.

"Y/N-"

"Hoseok-"

You both try to speak at the same time and cut each other off, so you laugh. Hoseok goes for it again.

"Y/N. I wanted to ask you out so many times right here, as you'd play songs to me. Did you know that?"

You most certainly did not.

"I wanted to ask you to a dance at the prom, so bad. But you left before I could muster up the courage."

He turns to face you completely.

"I couldn't believe it when I found you again, like that. Everything I felt came back to me as we spent more and more time with each other. And when I got that invite.. I thought- Maybe I've been given a second chance, to do it right this time."

Your heart is racing so fast that you can hear it. Every word he said are things that you've been thinking. So you have to do it properly this time, too.

"So.. so, will you go out with-"

You crash your lips with his immediately and he responds in a flash. This time the kiss is much more deep and demanding. His hands travel down to your waist as you get up from your seat and move to his lap. He hums into your mouth and you try to take in every bit of the vibration from it before both of you pull apart, out of breath.

But he still looks at you with questioning eyes, as if you haven't just given him an answer clear as day. But he looks so cute that you entertain him.

"Yes, high school crush. I will go out with you."

He can finally smile again. Though, it turns into a smirk a while later.

"But will you go out with me?" you joke around, still sitting on his lap.

"I will go out with you so bad that it'll swipe you right off your feet."

As if he already doesn't..

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A/N: Wowzers, my first Hoseok fic is finished.. I know this was long and thanks sooo much if you bared with me and read it. It would mean a great deal to me to know what you thought of this so, I’d love to have your feedback. Thanks again for reading and have a lobely daayyy :)

PS: How beautiful is Hoseok btw..

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hansoheeglobal · 5 years ago

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English translation; Han Sohee interview on Dazed Korea May 2020 Issue (credit the scanned article goes to @cubfcoftee)

Usually, the more popular the drama is, the more viewers see the characters in the drama being reflected in reality. In that sense, do you realize the popularity of "Yeo Da-kyung" in "The World of The Married"?

Yes! (Laughs) These days, I've already been getting a lot of bad words from my acquaintances, regardless of family or friends. Two days ago, I got a message from a friend saying, "You're really bad."

How did you interpret Da-kyung as an actress?

When I read the script, I felt sorry for Da-kyung. A young woman in her early 20s abandoned her family, her gaze, and her pride, I wondered why she was doing this. In order to express the character, I had to understand Da-kyung enough, so I was worried about how to do. In my view, Da-kyung is a character who threw both body and mind in love with 'Tae-oh', so I decided to look at that part only. For 'Da-kyung', the keyword love is in front of a married man, and for people, the word married couple exists before love. I think this is the difference between Da-kyung in my view and Da-kyung that viewers see.

What's the point of the future story?

Tae-oh is cursing, and so far it's only the beginning? (laughs) Focus on Da-kyung and Sun-woo" relationship, but at the same time pay attention to the story of the people around them. Yes, as couples of different ages, such as Lim Je-hyuk, Hyun-seo, and In-gyu, get involved in the incident, the episode unfolds in an omnibus style. There will be a lot of things happening one day.

"I want to act a real love relationship this time, not a dramatic love. Stories that date their peers, resolve conflicts, and end happily. And I hope my character gets loved next time."

Da-kyung's fashion is also getting popular.

At first, I thought Dagyung should dress nicely because she is a rich-house daughter. Thinking about it again, I thought, "Yeo Da-kyung: The daughter of a rich family is the eye of the beholder, and Da-kyung's poem line is my house (=the rich house) that was born and grew naturally, so I don't need to shine like the daughter of a rich family for the first reason." Dakyung's fashion will all change with time.

Dagyung is a Pilates instructor.Do you actually enjoy pilates?

No, I don't have a lot of muscles, so I've been doing weight training. Before I started filming, I learned Pilates at the director's recommendation, and it was so different from the exercise I've been doing. Something similar is that it feels like holding up like a core exercise, a plank. I didn't think static exercise was right, but once I tried it, it was effective for Jasmine's orthodontics. I'm going to try to do it a little more.

What kind of character do you want to play?

Instead of dramatic love, I want to play a real love affair next time. It is a story about people of their age who date, solve conflicts with each other, and end happily. And next time, I want to be act as that character.

Is there anything else you'd like to challenge besides acting?

I used to study art. I want to learn more from my discharge because art is something that I have to be with in my life. But I don't think I can do art at the same time.You have to do one right before you can catch two rabbits. I think it's time to focus more on acting, and art is not light to me, so I want to study in France when I have time to turn my eyes to it.

I was surprised that your skin was so good while watching the monitor. Do you have any special methods?

Sleep? For me, sleep is better than exercise or diet. I'm going to sleep at least 7 hours. When I'm on the location, I'll sleep as soon as I get in the car. In fact, if you can't sleep, you get dark circles and pigments, and you'll be able to control your tired skin. I'm trying to make a habit of drinking water. I didn't even drink a cup of coffee.

Your hometown is Ulsan. I'm curious about the Seoul adaptation period.

I have a friend who is studying abroad, and when I came to Seoul, she was the only one I knew. My friend lives in Hongdae and I live in Gangnam, so I was always alone when I was eating or drinking coffee. The street is a little too far to see often. So I have been staying in the studio with my friend, not my house, ever since some time ago. And I got to know a lot of people through Arba Teu, and now I'm happy to have that kind of relationship.

Don't you usually use dialect?

Now I have free dialects and standard language, sometimes without even realizing it. There are times when they come. It's not a dialect, but it's a unique accent Haejun Sun Bae, who plays Taeoh, is from Gyeongsang-do, so he naturally speaks in dialect once or twice in the scene.

You must have tried hard to change your dialect while acting.

It was natural. Fortunately, I think the environment helped a lot. My grandmother is from Wonju. She doesn't speak in dialect at all, so I didn't speak in dialect when I was young. After coming up to the first page, I naturally adapted to it by making many friends in Seoul. I still use dialect when I meet my friends from Gyeongsang-do. Depending on who you talk to, it becomes similar to the other person's tone.

I heard you were popular with your friend when you were in school.

I'm an exaggeration. (laughs) I didn't have a commonly called "boyfriend." attend a girls' high school I transferred to an arts high school, so I didn't know what to do in a space with boy friends. If you've been to a girls' high school, you'll know how fun it is. Seven unique moods. I don't like extreme color and I'm interested in people, so I've been friends with O.J. I've received a few letters from my friends saying that I want to be close to them. I think it was misrepresented that I was popular among women. (laughs).

You're working as Han Sohee. What is Lee So-hee's personality like?

There is no boundary or difference between Han So-hee and Lee So-hee. It's still strange to call her Han So-hee. I like people. It's not like I listen to other people's stories and say, "Whoa!" I just like to sit face to face and watch.I thought, "How would a photographer like?" and "How would he like to be?" I tried to approach him as a person when I didn't do it when I was working.

You think a mind that likes and observes people will be the foundation for the job of an actor/actress.

That's right. Since the character is human, I think it's helpful to get to know many different sides of people naturally.

What do you usually do when you're alone?

I ride a bicycle because the weather is so nice these days. I can't go to the fitness center because of Corona 19, so instead, I ride my bike for a walk. I like to be active, but when I want to pick it up, I just stay at home for a week. There's something extreme about it, but it's all at home. Suddenly, I was like, "Oh! I can't be like this." If you think you need to move like a human being, you can go out alone.

When I saw at your Instagram, I thought, 'Han So-hee has her own taste like a woman in her twenties these days.' I'm curious about Han So-hee's daily life, hobbies and tastes.

I usually watch movies, especially French movies. I recently watched all of director Xavier Dolan's movies again. I like the feeling of seeing and listening to different cultures and languages. If you keep looking at the characters in the movie, you can feel their eyes, hands, and feet. In short, everyday fashion is manuscript! Among them, I like to wear dresses that have a vintage or retro vibe in the design that reveals the necline. I like styling that matches rough boots that contradict the feminine dress of flower pattern. I rarely dress up these days, so I only wear Crocs.(Laughing) I rarely put on basic makeup and apply it on my lips to add more vitality. My skin is thin enough to show veins, so I rarely do base makeup because the more I put on makeup, the more my skin gets damaged.

It's a cat named Butler?

It's my second brother. At first, I brought him with the thought of having a child, but now he's a sister who lives with Eun. His name is Marsh, and he's soft like a marshmallow. So I called him Marsh. He's like a real brother. He's good at opening doors. Jump and lower the lever grip and open the door. Sometimes when I get sick of cat toilets, I go into the bathroom and do my chores, and I'm often surprised at night. But he's a quiet kid who's never been bitten.

How was the photo shoot today?

Since I was filming a drama, I was stuck in Da-kyung for a while, but I felt like I was out of it today. It was a pictorial, so I knew I had to strike a chic pose, but it was fun because I was able to move freely, slanted and tilted. I like this better than the pose that you put on in a cool way.

Which pictorial would you like to take with Dazed for the second time?

I want to take pictures outdoors. with a languid feeling in the sun

So sorry there are a lot of mistranslation. I hope you all still get it.

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years ago

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 58)

"Promos, Sass & Tappen' Dat Ass"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

@kellysimagines

@crystalbaby12

📷 cred @queenofthesouth

"That sucks." Casie says bluntly when Luna explains that she's leaving again.

Colson laughs in agreeance.

"I'm sorry, Dilla." Luna turns in her seat. They're driving Casie to school. "You're gonna meet me out there in 2 days..." She gives the little girl a brave smile.

"I know..." Casie responds begrudgingly.

"What if we got you some new shades?" Luna tries to bribe her.

"Can we pick them out together?" Casie has incredible negotiating skills.

Laughing, Luna agrees as Colson pulls up to the drop off line. Casie unbuckles and leans up into the front seat. Kissing her dad first, she then gives Luna a tight hug telling her she'll miss her. She pops out of the car shouting "Love you guys, bye!" over her shoulder. Colson and Luna calling "Love you too." behind her.

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After dropping of Casie, Luna and Colson head to the radio station. Buring two joints along the way.

Luna's dressed casually in a black shirt, skinnies and nude heels. Accessorized in her normal jewelry and coffee .

Colson is in a black T also, jeans and black Docs. Wallet chain swinging low.

They walk into the station holding hands as always.

"Ehhh!!! Ricky!!" Colson calls out aftereeing the host.

"Kells!! My man!" He replies as they exchange daps and hugs. "This must be That Brooklyn Bitch." He reaches his hand out as Luna takes it, greeting him. "Hi." She smiles brightly. "You can call me Luna. Off Air." The three of them laugh as she corrects herself.

"It's a pleasure, Luna." He finally says to her nod. "You guys ready? We go on in 10."

Luna and Colson give each other a knowing look. Colson follows Ricky into the studio, leading Luna behind him.

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"GOOD MORNING, CLEVALAND!!" Ricky starts off. "We've got a great show for you today. Hometown hero Machine Gun Kelly is in the house with his new lady That Brooklyn Bitch. They're here to talk about their killer new single Bad Things and his upcoming album and tour." He turns to Luna and Colson "How you guys doing today?" He asks them.

"Great!!" Colson answers first. He rests his hand on Luna's inner thigh. "We just dropped the kid off at school and are gonna hang out with you for a bit, Ricky."

"So tell me about this single you guys got." Ricky leads.

Luna and Colson look at each other and smile.

"It just kinda happened. We were hanging out one day, she came up with the chorus on the spot... and I was smart enough to record it." Luna giggles and grins at his description. Squeezing her leg as he grins back at her, he continues. "She was out of town one night and I was really missing her so I started going through my phone and found the audio clip..."

"Awww, you missed me!" Luna pops in, teasing him in a flat tone. Colson laughs while telling her, she knows he did.

"You guys are cute." Ricky interrupts them. "How'd you meet?" He asks.

Colson blushes while Luna laughs. Teasing him once more, Luna looks between Colson and Ricky. "Kells had a 10yr crush on me." She says grinning again. The name feels super weird in her mouth.

"Maan...." Colson tries to reply but Ricky cuts him off.

"10yrs, My Guy??" He asks in disbelief to Luna's laughter.

"I hate you." Colson laughs along with her before answering. "Yeah. She's got that kinda haunting quality about her." He says as he gives her a side eye.

Feeling bad, Luna pipes back in. "In his defense, I was crushing on him the whole time too." She says, placing her hand on his.

"But 10yrs?? No wonder you two seem to have exploded everywhere!!" Ricky exclaims, astonished.

Luna and Colson laugh as she smirks "It's kismet, ain't it." She catches an amused side eye from him on that one.

"So tell me more about how you created the single. Because it's just you two, correct? No other writers?"

"Nah." Colson and Luna answer in unison. Both laughing again.

Luna takes this one. "It's just us. I was over in Seoul when he found it. I had forgotten about it until he played it for me over the phone. We both worked on it while I was gone and then when I got back..." She looks at Colson "once we got together in the studio, we had it written in less then an hour...."

"AND THEN WE GOT TATTOOS!!" Colson interrupts her.

Luna laughs as Ricky asks about the tattoos. Colson proudly displaying his as Luna lifts her arm to showcase hers.

"Those are TIGHT!!" Ricky exclaims. "So you guys literally went and tattooed something on your bodies for each other. To look at forever?" He asks amused.

"Life is Art as Art is Life, right?" Luna answers him with a riddle. Her hand on Colson's thigh now.

"What you should know is, what you hear isn't the original version. Lu. Ah, Brooklyn here, insisted we re-record it live with the harder rock/rap/pop rhythm. Originally it was a lot softer.

"Really?" Ricky asks intrigued. Turing to Luna he says. "Now I've done some looking into you, Miss Brooklyn. You ain't nothing to play with. I didn't realize that Nightmare was YOUR song. I thought that was a Halsey joint..."

Luna interrupts him. "Actually, it's a collaboration. We created that whole peice together too. Top to bottom. From the lyrics to the chords to the video to the direct help and exposure we hope it will bring to Alabama's new abortion laws. And actually..." She continues "Col.. Kells and his band backed us. So, all of us will be performing it this Saturday on SNL."

"Really?" Ricky asks as he leans back in his seat.

"Mhm. Strong men can back strong women." Luna states. That is her message.

Leaning up into the mic, Ricky nods his head. "I can dig it." He agrees. "The video's bad ass. Actually both of your videos, especially Bad Things, have a really natural flow to the story they're telling."

"That's all her." Colson chimes in, putting his arm loosely around Luna. "She arranged the whole thing. And any picture without her in it, she shot." He looks over at her proudly.

"So, it's literally the story of your relationship." Ricky muses. Without missing a beat he goes on. "Tell me then, how does it fit into an album where on Hollywood Whore you rap 'Even if I get a wife, she's just somebody I fuck.'?"

Luna laughs out loud. She's been waiting for this. Colson has an answer though.

"You gotta listen to the album." He tells Ricky. "It's out July 5th. Hotel Diablo. A trip through my head. You gotta see for yourself. How I begin and where I end up."

"You got that other banger joint climbing the charts too. It's with.." Ricky looks at his notes. "Yung Blud, right?"

"Yeah." Colson answers him.

"That's on the album too?"

"Yup. Like I said, Man, messed up trip through my head." Colson answers Ricky with a laugh.

"I can tell it's gonna be a ride!!" Ricky laughs with him. "So, this tour. It's selling out all over. Will you two be playing together? Can we expect a pop up from Yung Blud along the way too?" Ricky pries.

"Yeah, I mean Brooklyn will travel with me when she can... And Yung Blud and I have some surprises in the works. Summer and this tour are gonna be lit, Dawg. And don't forget we have ESTFEST the beginning of August, you know that shit gets wild." Colson laughs.

"That it does!" Ricky laughs along with him again. "Now, Brooklyn, will you be on tour this summer yourself?"

"No." Luna shakes her head. "You can catch me with MGK or Halsey. I'll just be kinda floating around this summer." Luna responds.

"So, Summer of Freedom?" Ricky asks with a smirk.

"Yeeeeah.... I guess." Luna dismisses him.

Taking the hint, Ricky leads them out. "You heard it here first. Machine Gun Kelly on tour this summer. Dropping an album July 5th..."

"Hotel Diablo!!" Luna shouts, interrupting him to Colson's amusement.

Ricky grins at her. "Hotel Diablo. That Brooklyn Bitch. Catch her with Halsey and MGK this summer..."

"And SNL this weekend!" Colson interrupts, following her lead.

"SNL this weekend." Ricky adds. "Thank you guys for joining us."

Luna and Colson both thank him for having them.

"Check out Nightmare. We're gonna play you Bad Things. If you ain't got them ESTFEST tickets you better come correct!! We'll be back after this." Ricky finishes before flipping them Off Air.

"You guys were great! Thanks for coming!" He exclaims to Colson and Luna as he pulls off his headphones.

Doing the same, they thank him again. Ricky and Luna exchanging pleasantries as Colson guarantees him a FEST ticket before they exit the studio.

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Pulling out his phone as they walk to the car, Colson posts a selfie of him and Luna from a couple days ago to his Insta. The caption reads:

Bad ass interview on #z1079 with these #BadThings 😈❤🐈 #HotelDiablo #HollywoodWhore #IthinkImOk

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"How long are you gonna be gone?" Colson asks Luna as they walk into his house.

"Well, you'll meet me Friday night. So, two sleeps." She smiles at him over her shoulder as she slips her heels off.

"Two sleeps too long." Colson tells her, coming up from behind as he grips her body tight in his arms. "I'm gonna fucking miss you." He says into her hair.

Feeling her body heat up, she turns around to him. Standing in her tippy toes, she kisses him deeply, telling him she'll miss him too. He lifts her up as she wraps her legs around his waist. Draping her arms around his neck, she kisses him sloppily and passionately. Feeling the fire of him burn inside of her.

"FUCK. I hate leaving him." She thinks as she pulls on his blonde hair. Kissing him all over his face and neck.

Colson pushes her up against the closed front door. Kissing her back hard, Luna rips her shirt off over her head. Unsnapping her bra for her breasts to fall into his mouth.

Using the door as leverage, he presses her against it firmly as he sucks on her tits. Running his hands up her body.

"Fuck me, please." She begs. He submits carrying her over to the couch. As he takes off his shirt and jeans, she wiggles out of hers. Climbing up on her knees, she leans against the back of the couch. Popping her ass in the air.

"God DAMN, Kitten!" He says in admiration before ❗SLAP❗He spanks her bare ass.

She looks over her shoulder at him coyly.

❗SLAP❗He catches her with another one as she moans.

"You want it?" He asks, kneeling on to the couch behind her. Pulling her hair back, he bites her neck, making her pussy flare.

"Yes." She pants.

"Yes, what?" He bites her again.

"YES, PLEEEEASE!" Luna cries out in pleasure.

Colson pushes off the couch, pulling her hips out with him. Running his finger along her wet pussy, he seperates her lips.

Sliding into her, he yells "FUUUCK, LUNAAA!!" like it's his first time inside of her.

Colson has Luna bent over the couch. Facing the front windows. Fucking her relentlessly with the blinds open.

Luna grips the back of the couch, trying to stabilize herself as Colson slams into her deeply. She grabs one of his bare ass cheeks with her hand. Gripping it as he thrusts into her. Again. And again. And again. And again.

Breathing hard and bouncing her ass of his dick harder, Luna feels a rush through her body as she gets light headed.

"OH, FUUUUCK!!" She cries out, cumming all over him. Feeling her tighten and buck harder against him, he let's go too. Cumming inside of her.

"Holy FUCK of a cracker." Luna sighs as her body goes limp under Colson. He lays down on the couch, pulling her with him.

Naked, sweaty and sex stained, they lay together catching their breath. Colson reaches for his jeans, pulling out a joint and a lighter.

"You never cease to amaze me." She chuckles with a sigh.

They lay naked, cuddling in their sex and getting high while going over the next couple of days together.

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They shower and fuck again because life. Colson lights a joint as Luna gets dressed. He doesn't say anything while he watches her bang two 30s. She trades her black shirt for a simple logo white T, a flannel, jeans and Docs. She stuffs her jean jacket in her travel bag, trading it in for her leather.

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Luna's flight is at 2p. Colson drops her before he had to pick up Casie. Refusing to let him walk her in, he pulls her over for a deep kiss. As she pulls him closer by the back of his head, he slides his hand acrossed her throat.

"FUCK." They both think.

"Let me know when you land? And be safe?" He asks her once they seperate.

"Of course." She responds with a smile. She kisses him on the lips again. "I love you. I'll see you in a couple days." She tells him sweetly.

He nods before kissing her back. "I love you too." He says as she pecks him again before opening the door and sliding out.

She grabs her bags out of the backseat. Before shutting the door, she gives him that One Look. With that she disappears inside of LAX.

"THIS fucking girl...." Colson minds trails off thinking about Luna as he heads to grab Casie.

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By time Luna boards the 30s have kicked in. She knocks out the entire 6hr flight.

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Colson and Casie head over to Ashleigh's for dinner. Most of the band is meeting there They need to go over details of the tour. It kicks off in less then 10 days.

Over pasta, salad and beer, they work out every aspect, especially Casie's traveling to both Colson and Ashleigh's satisfaction.

The rest of the night is filled with jokes and Mario Kart until it's time for Casie to go home and get ready for bed.

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Luna hits NY around 9ish. She's caught off gaurd by the paparazzi.

"WHAT THE FUCK....??" She thinks frustrated. She's never had this problem before.

She quickly hops in a cab to BedStuy where she's renting an Air B&B. Pattie doesnt know she's in town early. There's some things Luna likes to keep to herself. Being alone in The City for a bit is one of them. She leans her head against the cab window as she watches the lights dance by her.

"It's good to be home....." She sighs, finding a certain comfort in madness of NY. "Fuck. I hope they don't leak that I'm here..." She thinks suddenly of The Paps and her grandmother. "Steph said it... Fucking fame monster." Annoyed with her new impeding status, Luna pops a bar trying to forget what she seems to be becoming.

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To be continued......

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fluffyseapancakes · 6 years ago

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Can you do a Peter Parker x reader fic where they are on Tony's private jet going on a mission or something and Peter finds out she's ticklish, and it's really teasey and fluffy? Maybe she doesn't have powers or anything but she's like maybe Bucky's? daughter? and she is a few months younger than Peter but their relationship is platonic. I'm sorry if you don't like my idea. I've never asked before :)

This is so cute! Thank you much for submitting it, I’m sorry it took so long my life’s been hectic with work and adulthood ;_; I hope you like it!!!

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You and Peter were what Tony called, “Avengers in training.” The title sounded cool but really all you two did were train for a few hours a day and stop petty crimes around the neighborhood. Peter happily pursued after bicycle thieves and shoplifters, but you desperately wanted more.

“Please dad, take me on your next mission,” you begged your father Bucky Barnes. He sighed and put his cybernetic prosthetic arm on your shoulder. “Y/N, you need more time training, these missions are not meant for kids.”

You stormed out of the room nearly in tears and closed yourself off in your room. Peter was able to see action and fight with the Avengers a couple times, but it seemed like Tony was afraid of sending you on missions because you were younger and didn’t have any powers to protect yourself. You were extremely skilled in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat, and your father taught you how to use military weapons so you felt like you were trained enough to fight along with your family. Apparently they thought otherwise.

…

You twirled your pencil between your fingers and lazily looked out the window. The physics teacher was droning on about inertia and gravity or something, and you felt like your brain was going to explode. All you could think about was the empty Stark Tower you were going home to because everyone was on a top secret mission in Serbia.

“No parties,” Tony sternly ordered, “no boys except for Peter and don’t touch my suits.”

“Yes sir,” you rolled your eyes. All you wanted to do was blast music on Tony’s brand new sound system, dance like a lunatic, and sing at the top of your lungs. That was your biggest stress reliever and unfortunately you could only do it when the Avengers were gone.

A faint vibration in your back pocket snapped you out of your thoughts. Making sure the teacher wasn’t paying attention, you sneakily took out your phone and looked at the message on the screen.

MEET @ HOME ASAP. NEED U ON MISSION -TS

You felt your heart skip a beat as you read the text and immediately you grabbed your backpack and ran out the classroom. The students gasped in surprise and you heard your teacher yelling out your name as you dashed down the hallway to the exit.

“Y/N!”

You turned around to see Peter racing behind you, he was clearly in gym class because he was wearing the ugly athletic shorts and shirt.

“What’s going on?” You shoved the school doors open and the both of you sprinted towards the direction of the Stark Tower. You started to appreciate the long runs that your dad made you go on every morning, the school wasn’t too far from the tower but an untrained person would keel over at the speed that you were running.

“No idea,” Peter panted, you appreciated that he was running with you instead of using his webs to get there easier and faster.

Finally you and Peter reached the doors of the Stark Towers and bursted though the doors. Tony was standing in the room with a grave expression on his face.

“Are the Avengers ok Mr. Stark?” Peter panted, he wiped away the sweat on his forehead and was breathing heavily from the exertion.

“For now,” he sighed heavily, “we were ambushed a few hours ago and they are hiding in a safe house. Fury can’t dispatch extra hands until tomorrow and we don’t have that much time, so I flew here to grab you two.” Tony crossed his arms and shifted his eyes between you and Peter.

“This is a very dangerous mission and I understand if you don’t want to go,” he continued, “but I fully believe that you two are ready and the Avengers really needs some assistance.”

“Of course Mr. Stark!” Peter became filled with newfound energy and rubbed his hands together in excitement.

“I’m in,” you grinned, you felt pure happiness bubble up inside you and you had to pinch yourself in case this was all a dream. Tony led you two to a car waiting outside with all of your necessities already packed in heavy duty suitcases. The car peeled out to a private airport and Tony continued to talk about the mission.

The Avengers were dispatched to Serbia to take down one of Hydra’s weaponry factories but as soon as they entered its grounds, they were attacked by highly trained and armed soldiers. They were easily overtaken and barely escaped without major injuries. Thankfully Fury had arranged a safe house for them and they are hiding there until they get backup. After finding out that Fury couldn’t send backup right away, Tony flew back to New York with barely enough fuel left to grab you and Peter.

“I need you two to help us get through those soldiers and once we’re in, you’re stepping back. Is that clear?” You’ve never seen him be so serious and you felt a pang of fear in your gut.

“What do you mean stepping back?” Peter asked, “We can do more than that, what if you guys get attacked again?”

“Then we’ll contact Fury,” Tony glared at him, “this is incredibly dangerous and I already hate sending you kids in this mess. You are not following us into the facility. That is an order.”

The rest of the ride was silent and tense, when you saw the airport emerge from a distance, you sighed with relief.

“So who are we flying with today?” You tried to joke lightheartedly, “Delta? United? American Airlines?”

“Stark Industries,” he smirked, “it’s outdated and small but it’ll get the job done.”

“That’s small?” Peter blurted out. You looked out the window and gasped as you saw the large aircraft waiting on the tarmac. It could probably fit the entire Avengers team plus a few more, knowing Tony, he probably had some fun times in that plane.

The car came to a halt and you stepped out to have the roar of the engines pierce your ears.

“Good luck,” Tony shouted over the noise, “this was what you have trained for.”

“You’re not coming?” Peter shouted a bit too loudly.

“I have to work on some things here, but you two will be fine,” he looked at you and nodded, “keep an eye on Y/N, she doesn’t have powers like you do.”

You raised your eyebrow at the comment and crossed your arms disapprovingly.

“I don’t need powers to take care of myself thank you very much,” you spat out, Tony laughed and gave you a thumbs up.

“Finally the real Y/N came out, keep that energy when you get there.”

You shook your head and followed Peter up the stairs that led into the plane, you turned around and watched the car drive off and suddenly you felt a wave of fear.

“Come on.”

You looked up at Peter who had a reassuring look on his face, he held out his hand and you gently took it, you felt some of your fear dissipating as he squeezed your hand in understanding. You realized he was scared too, and the two of you slowly walked into the plane.

To your surprise instead of the typical crappy airplane seats, there were comfortable arm chairs and couches lined neatly throughout the cabin. You smiled as you saw the fully stocked bar and a large metal pole that was installed from the ceiling to the floor, typical Tony, you thought to yourself.

“Do you think Mr. Stark will realize if we took some of his booze?” Peter joked, he settled himself into the large couch and you plopped down beside him.

“As if we drink,” you laughed and nudged him in the ribs, “we’re the losers in school remember?”

Peter chuckled and rubbed the area where your elbow met his ribs, he teasingly poked you back in the side, “Correction, I’m the loser and you’re the loner.”

You yelped at the sudden jab and blushed, you pleaded in your mind that Peter didn’t notice and as you slowly turned your head, you saw that he had a shit eating grin on his face.

“Don’t tell me…,” he poked you in the side again and a high pitched giggle came out of your mouth, “big, tough Y/N Barnes is ticklish?”

“I’m not,” you snapped, but then Peter reached over and fully grabbed your side, you doubled over in uncontrollable giggles and feebly swatted his hand away.

“Right,” Peter smirked, “I just can’t believe it…you said all this shit when you saw that I was ticklish but to think that you might be worse than me.”

“Shut up,” you blushed deeply.

“Behind all that sass and backtalk is a little ticklish kid,” he joked, this time he wrapped both of his arms around you and scribbled your belly. You bucked and tried to get out of his arms, streams of laughter poured out of your lips.

“It’s really cute actually, I’m sure the Avengers will love this when I tell them,” he alternated between digging his fingers into your belly and squeezing your ribs. You kicked out in frustration and your loud laughter filled the entire cabin.

“S-shut up!” You squealed, you knew that Peter was just saying this to tease you, but you still felt embarrassed by the situation. A quiet cough suddenly caused Peter to cease the tickling and he looked up to see one of the flight attendants awkwardly standing in front of you.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she quickly stammered out, “we’re preparing for takeoff so please put on your seatbelts.” With that she practically ran off and you sat back up properly to put on your seatbelt. Your face was still red from laughing and your belly ached a bit, you turned to see that Peter was smirking at you.

“What?” You tried to say coldly, but the smile on your face gave it away.

“Nothing,” he laughed, “I just think it’s adorable that you’re ticklish.” You flushed a deeper red and reached out to punch him in the arm.

“I’m a kid, I have an excuse to be ticklish,” you defended yourself. Peter winced at the punch and rubbed his arm.

“Well you’re kinda cold sometimes and your sarcasm is brutal, which I can see you got that from your dad,” he started to explain, “and you’re sassy and you let nothing get into your way. It’s cute to see that someone with those qualities can let themselves laugh so freely and enjoy something like tickling.”

“I didn’t enjoy it!” You basically screeched in embarrassment.

“Then why didn’t you fight back?” He grinned, “You could’ve easily made me stop but you didn’t.”

You stammered, but for the first time in a while, you had no words to say. The only thing you could think of was to pout like a little kid and pretend like Peter wasn’t even there. You could hear him chuckling and gradually you felt the momentum of the plane taking off. This was your first time flying and you desperately wanted to hold onto Peter when the plane hit some turbulence, but you were too stubborn to break your silent treatment. After what felt like hours, the shaking stopped and the plane smoothly flew through the white clouds. The flight to Serbia would typically be nine hours, but Tony had boasted in the car that his plane was designed to be much faster so you estimated that you had only five hours to prepare for your first battle. You turned to Peter and opened your mouth to create a game plan, only to realize that you were giving him the silent treatment. You quickly closed your mouth and hoped he didn’t notice, but he shook his head and patted you endearingly on the head.

“You do realize you don’t have to act like your father or Tony to be taken seriously,” Peter softly said, “you’re not even fifteen yet and you’re already acting like a soldier. Let yourself be a kid for once Y/N.”

You sighed and shook your head, “With the life we have there’s no time to be a kid.”

“You were a kid just a few minutes ago,” Peter smiled, “that was the first time I’ve heard you actually laugh.”

“It was fun I guess,” you admitted, “as if the Avengers will ever tickle me.”

“Oh I’m sure if they find out they’ll never let it go,” he laughed, “believe me, when they figured it out with me I had to hide for a couple days.”

“God if dad ever found out,” you groaned, “and especially Steve teaming up with him.”

Peter chucked and gently bumped your shoulder with his, “It’s because they love you Y/N. We should probably rest up for a few hours before we land, it’s going to be hell when we get here.”

You nodded and settled into your seat, all you could see were clouds through the windows and you felt pure adrenaline and excitement seep into your body. Peter had already pulled his hoodie over his eyes and was starting to nap, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, trying to relax enough to fall asleep. The family’s going to be back together again, you happily thought as the quiet hum of the engines gently pulled you into darkness.

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a 2021 update

Ah, so I have forgotten to update in a million years, per usual

~ Random thought section ~

I woke up this morning and read this tweet thread about Alice Wu's director's note for her movie The Half of It. It's streaming on Netflix, and I highly encourage to go watch it, it's probably one of my favorite movies from the past few years. Anyways, she talks about how she produced the film while digesting the heartbreak of a friendship breakup - the whole thread hit me on a different level, but here's a quote that really hit home for me, especially a month from graduation: "The end of the film is each of their beginnings. And for my characters, I can think of no happier ending." We spend a lot of time worrying about the end of things and the uncertainty of things to come. Yet, there was a time where we worried about the exact same things for the very chapter we are now so nervous about leaving.

1. I'm nervous about leaving school and starting the..... rest of my life???

2. I'm nervous that my friends will slowly fade away. I'm nervous that they'll get on with their lives and I'll be slowly still trying to get my bearings, stuck in limbo.

3. I'm nervous that starting adulthood will be difficult because there are no more college orientations, no more awkward freshman dinners, perfect opportunities to meet new friends who are just as nervous as you are.

In writing this out, I felt a sense of deja-vu, like I had written these words before. So I just looked back at some of my posts right before entering college, and lo and behold:

08-18-2016: Today I said goodbye to one of my closer friends, and i realized that without even knowing it, Sunday’s party was the last time I would see some of my closest friends. It’s awful that way, that you don’t even know it’s the last time until it’s passed, and you’re left to pick up the the end of a chapter of a relationship from the scraps of an unexpected and improper farewell.

I feel like I’m in a weird twilight zone between college and high school where my present friends are all beginning to fade away to move on in their lives, and I’m yet to really meet anyone in my class yet, so at the moment,,,,,,there really isn’t anyone.

I wrote this less than a week from moving to Boston, and it's so shocking to me that I also experienced the "unexpected and improper farewell" part in senior year. It's almost the exact same thing that happened in COVID and is continuing to happen. You never know when the last time you might see someone might be, except instead of consolidated over the course of one pre-college summer, it's over the course of more than a year, the time that this pandemic has been going for.

And I hate that I said the "fade away and move on" thing verbatim, literally nearly five years ago. To be honest though, it's true, a lot of them did fade away and move on. But so did I, I wasn't left behind. To some extent, I was the one who did a lot of the moving away. And like many things in life, a couple of us continue to hang around, and maybe our friendships cycled in and out over college, but have come around again after a few years. I guess those are the ones that you know will stick around. The limbo period between chapters is a hard one, and it's nice to know that present-day me isn't the only one who has felt this. It's nice to know that past me met so many incredible people so fast, that I forgot this limbo period happened.

I know this part is getting a little long, but there's just a couple more snippets I want to share:

08-13-2016: I recently read Marina Keegan’s essay The Opposite of Loneliness, and one line resonated with me a lot: We’re so young. It seems silly and almost pretentious for me to think that this party would be so final, and yet it does, even though we have decades upon decades to build and connect or reconnect.

We’re so young, but that doesn’t stop the understanding that we are going to a new chapter in our lives and that it’s going to redefine our relationships. I hope it doesn’t change them too much.

I suppose much of the anxiety of going to college results from having to build my own community from the ground up again.... I tell myself the pieces will fall together and everything will be ok, but it doesn’t stop the increasing anxiety from, well, increasing.

I loved this collection of essays, if you haven't read it, I recommend you do. In moving around for so many years, I haven't been able to keep a lot of books in my possession, but I kept this one because that essay really hit home for me, and continues to, no matter what part of life I'm currently experiencing.

I think moving to college did change my relationships. But change is not a bad thing - your childhood friendships, the few of them that survive, end up strengthening and growing into adult friendships. And in the end, isn't that better than not changing at all? I'm hoping that a few of my college friendships will do that too - we'll go from college friends to family friends, and my kids will call them "Aunt" and "Uncle" and they'll grow up watching their parents talk for hours in the front yard before finally getting in the car and leaving for home.

08-13-2016: But hey, this is part of what I signed up for, I knew I wasn’t going to have much of an initial safety net, but I’m sure I’ll survive. We, as humans, always find a way to adapt right?

I think I survived and adapted. Not in the way I saw things going, but we can never really fully predict things, can we? One day, I'll learn to give myself a safety net for the next chapter, I'm sure. Today's not that day though.

Going back to her director's note, there was one more thing that just struck an emotional chord for me:

Fun fact, Alice Wu actually went to MIT for a bit before transferring to Stanford, and then she became a software engineer at Microsoft! I relate a little too much to her. Maybe one day I too will dump coding for my art form. But for now, in this above example, I relate far too much. I worked on my album, Imperfect, a little too obsessively this past winter while trying to digest the throes of heartbreak from one of my own friendships that ended. I still don't know if there was an ending for that friendship. I think I've spent a lot of time trying to put off the end, like a TV series that just keeps adding more and more seasons. Regardless of whether it needs to end or not (which I have not decided and will continue not to do so), I spent a lot of time thinking about who I was before and after that friendship, and I've concluded that a lot of who I am now, what my life looks like now is a result of that friendship. I'll give you a hint: I really like who I am now, compared to who I was before, and it showed me a lot of parts of life and friendship that I never expected would happen. That friendship was (is?) one of the most beautiful things that has happened to me in my life.

Let's finish off this reflective post with a quote from Khalil Gibran, that's kinda related to that point about how transformative the past can be, and how we're far better off in future chapters of our lives because of it.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

Again, if you haven't read his collection of poems, you should absolutely 100% drop whatever you're doing right now and do so! Wow, I really just assigned an entire reading list in this post.

I hope in making this movie, Alice found peace. I would hesitate to say that I found peace when making my album. I wrote a lot of songs about the heartbreak I felt from that whole experience. But the last song I wrote, "Best Friends," ends the whole thing on a positive note, that at the end of the day, I remember how my friends (past and present) literally saved my life and how things are looking a little better, and whatever happens, I hope my best friends will be there waiting for me, whoever they end up being.

- OK I PROMISE I DIDN'T SET OUT TO BE 100% SO EMO -

But yeah, I haven't really been doing much otherwise? I guess just tryna stay alive, I've been cooking a lot and cooking a lot of good good food, I did apply to an MBA program, I got my COVID vaccine (second shot this week!), I am excited to announce I am publishing a paper in my MEng lab, which is a really big accomplishment imo, I am thriving in my (1) econ class that I kept, even though I didn't realize we had readings assigned like for the past month, I went to try pastries from this Turkish bakery, I biked, probably, 15 miles over the past month, I've read at least 4 or 5 books this year so far, and am hoping to knock another one out today. Currently dying because trying to finish my thesis in like . a week, which is looking a little challenging, but I'm sure it'll happen!!!??

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