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archivedeunhee · 6 years ago

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*Jisoo vc* IT’S ME! Hey guys, I’m definitely not a newbie here lol it’s Kim (Guanting’s mun) and this is a revamped version of my old muse, Eunhee. She’s had a lot of revamps and she’s had a lot of FC changes, but I think this version of herself is the best one yet. If you’re interested in any of her plots, you can find them here and if you see anything you like, you can click that heart bottom in the bottom righthand corner of this post and I’ll shoot you an IM! And before I forget, you can check out her profile here!

She was born in 1993 and was the only child for the first few years of her life

Then her brother came along

Her parents neglected her in favor of her brother, who did acting as a child

While they neglected her, she learned how to fend for herself and started developing talents of her own

She asked her music teacher to give her private singing lessons after school, and that went on for about four years

They weren’t aware that she could sing until she asked if she could audition for record labels

She was almost immediately offered a spot as a trainee at her first label, and her parents were shocked when she passed the audition, but signed the papers allowing her to become a trainee

She didn’t really speak to them during her time as a trainee, and only called her brother every once in a while when she knew her parents wouldn’t be around

She was a trainee for about fourteen months before she debuted as a soloist in September of 2008 when she was just fifteen years old.

She was on cloud nine at first, but then she slowly began to realize that the music she was given wasn’t what she wanted to perform. She didn’t feel a connection with the music, and she was left with an empty feeling whenever she performed.

After her contract with that label expired, she left and found a new home with Gold Star in 2009.

Her next few singles garnered her a small, yet loyal fanbase, and it wasn’t until she released Good Day that she blew up and everyone started to learn her name and fall in love with her.

Gold Star capitalized on that, of course. They sent her on variety shows and pushed her on the public. Usually that would make people sick of someone, but the Korean general public loved it and their love for Eunhee grew and grew.

They forced her into taking on a supporting acting role in a drama in 2011, something she didn’t really want to do at first. Then she chose her own supporting acting role in 2013 and found out that she actually did like acting, not as much as singing, but enough for her to want to pick it up as a hobby when she had the free time and when she found a role that she connected with.

Eunhee was never really an outgoing or vivacious person. She was/is an introvert and likes to stay to herself. The only time she’s really outgoing or lively is when she’s onstage or when she’s acting (or when she’s drunk lol). She also has a horrible case of Resting Bitch Face, which doesn’t mesh well with an introvert. Some netizens began to push the narrative that she was a bitchy diva that was stuck up and thought she was better than everyone else, which couldn’t be further from the truth. Eunhee’s actually really, really sweet, she’s just quiet and shy and doesn’t speak much.

Some trainees and idols avoid her because they hear that she’s a stuck up bitch.

In 2015, she was caught up in a dating scandal. He was a fellow celebrity that she had met earlier on in her career and they became close friends. She went over to a dinner party at his apartment and ended up falling asleep there after one too many glasses of wine, and she left the next morning wearing the same clothes. Dispatch snapped pictures of him walking her to her car and the netizens had a field day. It almost completely ruined her because her fans, mostly her male fans, felt betrayed by her “relationships”, some even going so far as to burning her merchandise and photocards. It took a lot of damage control and an issued apology from Eunhee herself for it to blow over, but her reputation still took a huge hit. Netizens still try to push her as a promiscuous girl to this day, which she hates because not only does she not date often, she hasn’t even slept with anyone, so it’s a major lie. What hurt her the most was the fact that the guy got away with it unscathed.

Now that she’s over a decade into her career and she’s been at the top of the charts for over half of that time, she mostly has control over her music, which is why she doesn’t make releases often. She’s a perfectionist when it came to her art, and she only wants to release albums that she’s proud of because she wants the best for her fans (and because she doesn’t want to lose the public’s love and attention like she lost her parents’ love and attention when her brother came along.)

Fun Facts!!

She loves to cook and bake!! Let her fatten your muses up

She’s small (5′1″) although her official profile claims that she’s 5′3″

Don’t make fun of her height unless you want her to have a permanent frown saved just for you.

Out of the closet nerd. She loves anime and comics and all that good shit and she’s not afraid to admit it

A huuuuge supporter of the LGBTQA+ (as well as a member of it), and she often posts happy coming out day messages and stuff on social media

Can be lowkey crude, although it’s not really like?? outwardly crude. The type to make dirty jokes that people don’t pick up on as being dirty until a few seconds after the fact.

Seems emotionally constipated but she’s literally the most sensitive ass girl you’ll ever meet like wow she gotta keep a box of tissues on standby.

Bbibbi is her favorite song she’s written because it’s her polite way of telling netizens and the public to butt the fuck out of her private life.

#[ ooc. ]#fmdintro #[ // this is so long i'm so sorry guys ]#[ // i suck at getting to the point ]

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svt-writers-club · 6 years ago

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All of SVT are supernatural creatures, but they’re all useless/hopeless.

Seungkwan is a siren who loves to sing and unwittingly keeps making men and women fall in love with him. He never knows what to do when they shower him in gifts and affection, so naturally he’d be utterly hopeless when it comes to getting the attraction of the one man he actually wants to attract.

Hansol is a werewolf who’s going through the werewolf equivalent of puberty – erratic mood swings, a huge appetite and frequent shifts into wolf form because he’s still getting used to it. He also can’t stop making googly eyes at the pretty bookshop boy with the honey voice and beautiful eyes.

Jisoo is a vampire that only drinks blood from a bag and has no clue how to drink blood from a living, breathing human. Which is a big problem, when the manager of the music store next door has the sweetest blood he’s ever come across in the past century or so...

Jeonghan is a witch who can’t cast a spell to save his life, but he’s really good at love potions. Just love potions. And it would be entirely unethical to slip the cute bookshop owner from next door a love potion.

Seungcheol is a selkie who dropped his coat one day and had it returned to him by a werewolf almost half his size with twice the rage bottled up inside of him. He had never thought he would ever want someone to steal his coat and make him his, until now.

Jihoon is a werwolf who looks about as threatening as a kitten, even though he could benchpress men three times his weight. He doesn’t need a big strong man to look after him. If only the idiotic selkie would stop asking when they were going to get married.

Junhui is a demon who’s tasked to look after the prince of Hell, Lee Seokmin. Too bad he’s more interested in the quiet, emo barista from the coffee shop across the street to care about the reluctant demon prince.

Wonwoo is a mermaid who’s afraid of the ocean. Yes, that’s a thing and no, he doesn’t need to be in the water every day. He would also prefer it if the boy with the dark eyes and the devil may care smile would stop coming into the cafe just to flirt with him.

Mingyu is also a werewolf – Hansol’s and Jihoon’s pack mate, actually – and he has more limb than he knows what to do, which leads to a lot of... accidents. He really never meant to smack the angry incubus in the face... thrice in a row.

Minghao is an incubi who’s more likely to fight someone than seduce them so he can refill his energy. It just means he’s too much of a mess to tell the tall bookshop boy that he wants to ride his dick, not punch his face (although it’s a close call on any given day).

Seokmin is a child of Satan that likes sunshines and all the good things in life. He isn’t really interested in being the ruler of Hell, let alone prince of Hell. He’s more interested in other things. Like singing karaoke and puppies and cute boys like Soonyoung and Chan...

Soonyoung is a cupid, who’s good with matchmaking but horribly bad with his own love life. It’s forbidden to use his arrows for his own personal gain, but he’s a horrible flirter and awful with people. And dating.

Chan is a fairy who has absolutely no interest in frolicking in meadows or managing the apothecary his parents run. He has no use learning how to use his wings either... especially since he’s scared of heights.

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peaches-of-1 · 7 years ago

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Circus AU: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Orphanage

I’m so so so so so sorry this took so long to get out. Thank you for all your patience.

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The air is perfect as I walk home with the strongman of the circus, Yoongi. His hair is a strange color like teal or something. I’ve never seen it before, and so I end up staring more than what is considered polite. His laugh draws my attention away for a moment.

“My hair is interesting, huh?”

I nod, “Yes. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare or make you uncomfortable. It’s just. I have never in all my life seen hair that color. It’s not natural, is it?”

“No, not at all.” He grabs at some fringe. “It was supposed to be blonde, but the mixture we got made it this color overnight. Brought more attention, and I like it; so we kept it.”

“I like it too.” I say, smiling at him.

Yoongi smiles back, “So what’s it like working at the orphanage you grew up in? How’d that even happen?”

“Well, I was never adopted. I just got to old to be an orphan, so I started working as a seamstress for a bit to make ends meet and get a place of my own. The pies I baked were never any good.” I laugh.

He laughs with me, showing off his gums I notice.

I continue, “Then I got a call one day. It was one of the girls who I grew up with, Lisa. She said that our old matron was dead and that the funeral was being held soon. I got here and she named me the heir to this place on her deathbed. I couldn’t say no. She wasn’t the best, but she gave me a place to live and food.”

“Did you ever want to do anything else?”

“Travel.” I bite my lips and look up at the stars. They’re easy to see even in this growing town and the streetlights. “Namjoon asked if I wanted to join the circus with him when we first met. They were leaving, but I said that I would stay.”

“I’m curious as to why. The stories he tells of his time with you are so fun. It makes me want to run away to the circus when I’m already a part of it.”

My shoulders shrug, “I couldn’t leave my best friend, Jimin. He was there that night, too. Miss Kim was horrible. There’s no way he could’ve survived there without me.”

“If he’s your best friend, I’m sure he would’ve come with you.”

“Well, we’ll never know, will we?”

The subject quickly changes to Yoongi telling me about how he became a part of this travelling circus. He was a small town performer, a piano player at a local bar. His parents took care of sick animals, and what luck of sorts that one of the circus horses had gotten sick. Well, not luck. Still, they did a few shows in town to raise money to get the proper medicine for said horse.

Yoongi was captivated by the performances. The high flyers, the beautiful animals, and just everything. His eyes glisten as he recalls the moment Namjoon pointed at him to help with the next act.

“It was ‘a feat no one in 20 towns could complete’ according to him.”

“What was it?”

His brown eyes set on mine, “You get a stick like a broom handle and basically tie a string connected to a weight on it. The goal is to wind up and unwind the string. What made this exciting was that they added a timer. No one had been able to do it under 7 minutes with a 10 pound weight.”

I giggle at his enthusiasm, hands behind my back like a schoolgirl, “What was your time?”

“Four minutes, twenty seconds. The audience erupted in cheers! That’s when I knew that this is what I wanted to do.”

“You seem rather tiny for someone who can lift so much.” I say, a light skip in my step.

I can see the orphanage up ahead. We’ll be there in a few minutes.

Yoongi scoffs at my comment, offended, “Well, I lifted you and the two other boys earlier today, did I not? I did even more beforehand. Tiny but mighty you should be saying.”

I laugh, “Yes, please get that on your poster to announce your talents.” I move my arms in front of me to create arches in the sky. “Ahem ‘Come see Strongman Yoongi. Tiny but mighty!’ I’m sure most people wouldn’t be expecting to see your arms if--” I squeal as my feet left the sidewalk.

The Mint-haired muscle lifts me up and is spins me around, “I’ll show you mighty, missy. I could lift full grown cattle by the time I was 16!” He tosses me into the air as I giggle.

As he catches me, he shushes me and sets my feet back on the pavement. I hear it too. The jingle of a collar from a dog followed by growling. Yoongi moves in front of me as it gets closer, the owner looking less friendly than the beast. A lit cigarette in her hand the drops and is stepped on by sharp black heels.

“Strongman, huh? I guess a buff banker wasn’t enough for you, huh (Y/N)?” Her hand brushes through her long hair.

“Jimin and I are just friends, Jisoo. What do you want?”

She grins, “I think you know what I want, (Y/N). The orphanage.”

You fold your arms, “Can’t. There are more and more of them by the day, and we’re expanding soon. You’re not getting your hands on my orphanage any time soon, so just stop asking. And leave me and my kids and my friends alone!”

Jisoo sighed, black gloves twirling her matching parasol, “Can’t. That orphanage is the prime spot for my clothing boutique. People pass by it every day and it gets good sunlight!”

“I’m raising children!” You nearly scream at her. “We can’t just uproot their lives anymore!”

The dogs growl. Yoongi gets nervous.

“(Y/N)? Do you want me to do anything?”

“No, Yoongi. Those dogs won’t hesitate to attack you. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

He lowers his voice, “I can carry you and run right past them.”

“They’re dogs!” You hiss back. “We’ll find some other way to get out of this situation.”

Looking around while Jisoo monologues about her dream of running her own clothing store, Yoongi I need something to distract her and scare the dogs to make escaping easier. I grab a rock and hand it to Yoongi, nodding to the light above Jisoo.

“Get ready to run.” He whispers and chucks the stone at the light, making sparks fly.

Not how I had imagined things to go, but us two got away without getting bitten. The dogs scatter and the two of us pant as we reach the steps of the orphanage. Jisoo’s shriek alerting neighbors who hopefully couldn’t tell who you were.

It isn’t until we caught our breath that I see singe marks on my arm where the sparks landed on your skin. I smile, still.

“That was a lot. I’m sorry you got caught up in it.”

“No, I’m just glad you aren’t too badly hurt.” The mint-haired man gently holds my arm. “I’ll help you wrap--”

The door opens and Yoongi stops. Jimin is there and he smiles at me, glad I’m now home. His face changes to a slight frown when he sees my new friends also with me. It isn’t angry or anything, just a bit sad, but he speaks cheerfully.

“(Y/N), are you ok? I heard dogs barking and a loud noise.”

I nod, “It was Jisoo again, bothering me about selling the orphanage. Yoongi threw a rock at the light to get her dogs to run away, and we rushed home. Got a few burns, but nothing some ointment and bandages won’t fix.”

Jimin grabs my arm, now even more concerned, “You were hurt? No, no, no. I’ll treat your injuries right away.”

“It’s not a big deal.” I say.

“You’re hurt, though, (Y/N).” He sounds so pitiful as he says that.

“I’ll be there in a second. Just wanna say goodnight.”

He nods, “I’m getting the first aid kit.” and goes back inside, leaving he door open behind him.

I smile at him and shake my head, “That’s my oldest friend for ya.” You then look at the strongman. “Thanks, Yoongi, for walking me home. You can tell Namjoon you did a great job.”

Yoongi smiles, “I’m just glad you’re not hurt any worse than a couple of light burns. Um...is your heart set on anyone?”

“I don’t know what you mean?”

“Is there someone you want to spend the rest of your life with? It’s just that you’re at marryin’ age, and--”

I look away, “I’m not sure. What about you?”

Even though I ask myself why I even asked him, I know it’s because he’s a good enough guy and you like him. It is just a tiny crush, but I can’t deny it’s there.

“Circus life ain’t a great environment for budding relationships, but something’s changed recently. Depending on what she thinks.”

Jimin whines my name from inside, and I giggle.

“I should get going. Thanks again, Yoongi.” I smile at him one lat time and go inside.

“Have a nice night, (Y/N).”

“You too.” And I close the door, walking to the kitchen table where Jimin has a first aid kit set up.

He dotes on me as he always had, asking what happened. Telling me to be more careful. He cursed her name and said that he would see what he could do at the bank to make sure she never got her hands on this plot.

I speak up, trying to ease his worry, “I wouldn’t be able to do anything if it weren’t for Yoongi, though. He helped us escape.”

It makes it worse, “And if he wasn’t? I should’ve just stayed. You make it sound like you were in the middle of a heist with your use of ‘escape’, (Y/N). What did you escape from?”

“She had her dogs.”

“Ok, fine.” He kisses my arm and puts a bandage on it. “That should be it. Be careful these next few days, ok? If it hurts to much, promise me you’ll go to the doctor.”

I put my hand over my heart, “I promise.”

Backing away from the table, I move to the fridge, “Are you staying the night? It’s rather late. I could make some tea or we can drink some beers.”

Jimin shakes his head and put up the kit, “I think I’m gonna head home. The kids are fine. I think I just need some time by myself. I think you do too, after I say what I need to.” The way he says that sounds like it demands my attention and piques my attention.

“What’s that?” I ask and close the fridge, setting a beer on the counter and looking at him.

“I like you, (Y/N). When we were talking about marriage, it’s because I could really see myself marrying you. Not just because it’s convenient or smart but because I love you. That’s why I didn’t want you to run off to the circus all those years ago. I wanted you to stay with me since I liked--since I loved you then and I love you now.”

I’m taken aback, “Jimin...? Really? But you have so many other girls in this town who’d be lucky to have you. I know you’ve had your fair share of them asking you to be interested in them.”

He nods, “There are. That’s why I had to tell you, to get a straight answer for a straight confession.” He looks at you. “To know if I should move on or not.”

I don’t know what to say and a thousand words stumble on your tongue. He had so many girls and even some guys praise his looks. At least seven times a day. He always turned them down. Was that because of me?

“I understand.” Jimin looks down and gets his hat and jacket from the door. “I should get going. Give you time to think of an answer. Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Jimin leaves. I lock the door and my head starts to reel. My best friend since childhood was in love with me. As I get ready for bed, I thought about everything that had happened these past few days. Out of nowhere, all these guys came into my life and I am pretty sure they were all romantically interested in me.

I don’t think I could date all of them, or that they would all be ok with that. That meant I had to pick someone.

Namjoon, the circus kid I had been harboring a crush for was now a ring leader. I’d probably get to travel a lot and have the time of my life if I decide to be with him. He was such a caring man who had his shy moments, but he is also a hard worker. His employees seem to trust him. Why not me?

Taehyung could give me a simple life of fun and happiness. Who knows how many stories he had to tell? His smile is contagious, and he is always in such a good mood. He has a job at the bank which meant I would be set for a long time since it was a stable one unlike the circus. He was always eager to help too, which made him a great potential partner.

Jungkook loved children. He was really good with them, and it almost rivaled my boy Taehyung. It was his job to interact with them, so of course he would be good with them. Maybe it would translate to being a good father to whatever kids we might have, but I’d probably never get a moment to rest. He has a lot of energy and I wonder what that would translate to as you bit my lip.

Jin was such a good man. He would be a fantastic father, no doubt about it. He actually wanted a child to take care of even though there was no mother for the kid. Although the agency I work for said that was one of the deal breakers, I always disagreed. If he’s a great man, then no mother is needed. Jin was a great man for sure.

Hoseok. Now Hoseok is just a ray of sunshine. He loved his job and he loved life and everything. He was such a positive person who looked out for me and made sure I didn’t smell like horse dung during your walk. It seems he still saw me as an individual since he didn’t stop me from trying to lift something heavy like most of the men in my town had.

Who else? Right, Yoongi. Loyal. That man was loyal to his leader and respected him. He respected me as well and had a good heart. It stemmed from his protective nature. He had barely thought a second before trying to save me from Jisoo and her dogs. Yoongi’s a caring man, and he thought a lot about my opinion. Still, he was lots of fun to be around and enjoyed children.

Then there was Jimin who had loved me forever it seems. Another great man who helps me every chance he gets. Helping with the kids, my silly injuries, and with my finances every once in a while when I am too busy or tired to do it myself. I could trust him with my whole life, but could I do it with him as a romantic partner as well? Maybe more?

I really have a lot to think about, and I would have to do it in my sleep since even with all my inner troubles, I’d still have to take care of the kids in the morning. It is time to go back to reality after such a dreamy night. I still have to make a choice. And it had to be before the circus left down in a few days.

Looks like you’ve got some huge choice to make. It’ll change everything for sure. Someone, lots of someones are going to be upset. Or will they be relieved that you didn’t string them along for any longer? Up to you my dears.

VOTE HERE

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mykpopconfession · 7 years ago

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Yep, it is going to get real. I am glad that people are staring to notice how bad Blackpink’s vocal line is, because, to be honest, I don’t know a single group who is THAT bad at singing. Lisa is the only good dancer they have, Rose is average while Jennie and Jisoo are below average. Lisa’s stage presence is only good when she dances, but when she sings/or raps she just laughs or smiles like an idiot. Rose is super unstable and her voice cracks a lot, and even when she sings without moving, she is still kind of bad. Her timbre is unique, but her voice is weak compared to other vocalists. Jisoo is not lead vocal material, her voice is weak and unstable, she is also A HORRIBLE dancer. Jennie is just plain mean. She is a bully, and it is pretty obvious whenever she is around people. She is a below average singer and dancer, and a pretty decent rapper. They are all nice girls(except for Jennie) but they ARE OVERRATED like heck. Their rap line is good, their vocal line is HORRIBLE and their dance line is average. The only reason people think they are good is their company and concept. Thats is.

#blackpink*#kpop #kpop confession #kpop confessions

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hayjeon · 7 years ago

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Not for the game, but thoughts on twice????? (Bc your answer on bp)

Ok unpopular opinion so under a read more…

I LIKE THEM. And I (and others) are entitled to their own opinions on twice. But I have thoughts.

Hm well I did enjoy watching a bit of sixteen before they debuted. And I appreciated their quirky zombie concept for “Ooh-ah,” but I think once they got super popular over the single like “sha sha sha,” they sort of lost their musicality.

Once “knock knock” and “signal” came out I dipped.

I know there are members with so much potential. Jihyo and Jungyeon are quite strong vocals, but they don’t get to show off often. Momo is a good dancer. Nayeon, Minah, Sana, strong visuals. But altogether as a group, I feel like JYP has done such a bad job as stewarding them to become kpop artists.

I feel like management has seen how they can use the girls’ popularity as a “do-it-now-or-never” kind of thing, and they’ve just been working the girls to the point of breakage and squeezing out horrible tracks that focus too much on these stupid catch phrases that do nothing to make them special or different.

They forced Jihyo to lose weight and practically bullied her to diet on national cable tv and haven’t really been taking proper steps to train their vocals to stand out on stage. If they really payed attention to what’s becoming popular, they would’ve noticed that groups who shine are groups that showcase their talent. Mamamoo, bts, big bang, ioi, etc. are all filled with people who have proved their talent on stage as talented individuals. Whether it’s through great live vocals, great production of music/dances, or good maintenance of their images, it doesn’t matter. Those groups shine because of something other than a short-lived “sha sha sha,” and I really wish JYP would see that.

Think about it. If Twice had a bomb song, ballad, for Jihyo to showcase her pipes and Jungyeon to really shine with her low steady voice and Nayeon to do great high tones, it would sound amazing. But then comes the issue of fitting in people like Momo, Sana, Tzuyu, Dayeon. This is why management should be focusing on training these girls to really be more than “nomuhae” or “sha x3″. Because they are. They have so much potential.

Honestly maybe its just because JYP does such a horrible job as one of the bigger companies at creating artists, because they only jump on the trend and don’t push their artists to explore their creativity and talent. Like, they haven’t been giving got7 enough attention/promotions that fans had to step up and demand it. Day6 is given an opportunity to self-create, but did a shit job at promoting, and ruined the group dynamic early on by kicking out a member. Miss A was all focused on suzy and the other girls were placed on the back burner. Wondergirls wasn’t really given much great attention once suzy got popular, and they only got a few good songs out of it aka why am i so lonely. Sunmi even said, after getting pretty good songs like full moon and 24 hours, that she felt like a small fish in a big pond.

JYP sucks at multitasking. Period. And they shouldn’t be so busy cranking out new idols when people like Jackson are fainting from health problems and treasured artists like sunmi are leaving because she feels neglected. I honestly think JYP shouldn’t keep calling itself one of the big three because some smaller companies do better jobs at taking care of their artists (eg. bighit).

LOL sorry for the rant.

But also, I also know groups like black pink also have problems. The girls are shielded too much and are maybe over-managed, in some people’s opinion. (Can’t really come out on varietys, tv-appearances are closely monitored, etc.) But still, you can tell that the management has carefully thought out certain things.

For example, all their stages (live or recorded) are always VR, as in the girls sing over background music LIKE NORMAL. They have adequate breaks, and YG chooses songs that fit them (ok I know “as if its your last” was supposed to be 2ne1′s song and they just kind of passed it along to bp, but pwf and whistle were works of art.) And management really tries to make each member stand out, with equal part distributions and similar visual attention (makeup, hair, outfits) to really bring out each member and her personality.

I know, Jisoo isn’t the best at singing. But YG still gives her parts that don’t highlight her shortcomings but make her shine brighter (she’s better at low mellow parts) and Lisa is always given lit rap parts that don’t highlight her language difference, and instead make her raps sound much better and smoother. Rose’s high voice is balanced out with Jennie’s lower register and overall, their dances aren’t crazy but do a great job at enhancing the song.

or red velvet. Cmon, even the rapper Irene can hold a proper note (e.g. One of these nights mr removed fancam JESUS CHRIST) and they all sound super stable and on point with good dance moves (even upbeat dumb dumb). Seulgi makes dances (sm rookies), Wendy writes music. Eh on joy and yeri but whatever they're more visuals/publicity in that sense

OR MAMAMOO ugh srsly...cmon jyp. Unless you want your idols to only be one-shot-wonders and just fade away as the trend of cutesey Japanese-type music fades away then keep doing what ur doing and ruin these girls' careers and dreams.

Okay I’m done for real. ;) im out!

#rant #kpop talk #maybe this should be a thing #send me a topic and I'll give u my real ooonion #unpopular opinions w hay

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bulletproofcarats · 8 years ago

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The Clumsy Guardian

JoshuaxReader

Fluff with Angsty ending

What happened to all the memories?

He couldn’t remember them.

What happened to all the promises?

We couldn’t keep them.

It hurts, doesn’t it?

I can’t keep a one sided promise, but you, I’ll never forget.

As a young angel, you were sent to the mortal world as a human to be paired to a mortal. You were supposed to guard that mortal so that he or she could grow under the love you showered him or her with and also be safe under your watchful protection.

That was the very first test for all angels who reached the age of seven. The first mortal you guarded was the first mounting responsibility you took on as an angel. It was supposed to be a stepping stone before you entered into service as a fully fledged angel.

Y/N.

That day had been your seventh birthday and you had found yourself encompassed in shimmering white and golden light as a calming and tinkling voice spoke inside your head.

As an angel who has reached the age of seven, you begin your very first task and service to the universe.

We have found you a mortal to guard.

You had been rather excited for that. You usually heard excited chattering from the angels a few years older than you when they talked about the mortals whom they guarded. You wanted to experience it for yourself.

You are to use your own resources and are left to your own devices and powers which you come into as an angel to guard your mortal. Good luck, Y/N.

Good luck indeed.

Clumsy clumsy clumsy.

You sighed in frustration as you leant back against the tree trunk of the secluded forest.

As far as being an angel went, you were really horrible at managing your powers.

Sure you could appear and disappear at will, but you really could not control the occasional small warm and still harmless bursts of heavenly fire or warm light that flowed out of your hands. You had almost singed your white wings the other day.

You would have to at least be able to manage that before you met your mortal.

You blew a strand of hair out of your face as you thought about your mortal. You knew about him already, as all angels made it their priority to find out what they could about the mortal they had been paired with.

Hong Jisoo, a cute seven year old boy with bright eyes and with fluffy brown hair and features you’d compare to being angelic if you had been human. But angelic was something beyond what humans could be.

You had passed by his home the other day and looked into the window to see him watching Adventure Time.

He had a really nice smile that lit up his face.

You took slow and careful steps as you jumped from stone to stone along the small path of rocks and grass in the park, your small pink shoes gleaming as you tugged at your pigtails before looking around.

Jisoo was supposed to come here every weekend, meaning that he would be here soon.

You had not met your mortal in person, just watched him from afar as you observed him thinking of how you would go up to him. Today would be another observation session.

“Ooof!” You slipped and found yourself landing face first in the mud.

For an angel, you really needed to get a grip on yourself.

“Are you okay?” You looked up as you heard a soft voice speak to you.

It was him.

Hong Jisoo had approached you and was currently looking at you with curious bright eyes before he squatted down and reached a hand out to you.

“Uh, I’m fine.” You blinked as you took his hand and stood up, patting the dirt of your dress. “Thank you.”

He smiled, a cute smile that revealed two missing front teeth. “Do you want to play with me? My mom is there, but we can play together.”

You smiled. Well, scrap the observation sessions. “Okay. I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Jisoo, but everyone calls me Joshua. Cmon, let’s play hide and seek!”

Jisoo, or rather Joshua, was rather soft spoken and he loved reading a book.

“So the angel turned into a cloud so that it could float along the sky and watch her little human on the earth since she couldn’t do it in her true form.” He read as you tilted your head and looked at the book while the two of you sat at the bench in the park. Joshua’s mother had smiled kindly at you and gone to got you two ice cream after you two had sat down, exhausted from playing.

“Angels don’t turn into clouds.” You murmured. They just got older and older until they chose to fade away, or fall. That much, you knew.

“How do you know?” He asked you curiously.

“I, uh.”

“You are an angel, aren’t you?” You were startled by the question. “What did you say?”

Joshua tilted his head as he pointed at your back. “You have white wings that shine behind you.”

You turned your head slowly as you looked at your back with wide eyes. Indeed, your pure, white feathered wings were fluttering gently behind you and you turned red in embarrassment. You still hadn’t really learnt how to control your true form yet, so your wings accidentally appeared quite often.

You concentrated hard enough and your wings folded and disappeared. Looking around, you saw that no one else had been around. Good then.

“Joshua, yes, but-”

“That’s great!” He smiled again. “I’m so lucky to have an angel as a friend.”

You gaped at him, mouth slightly open and formed in an O shape.

“Don’t worry.” He winked. “It can be our secret!”

You smiled to yourself as you appeared silently in Joshua’s room. At least you could finally control where you appeared now.

He was seated at in a chair and bent over a piece of paper on his table. There were coloured pencils scattered around the desk.

“Brown.” You murmured as you looked over his shoulder. He looked up in surprise before his face broke into a wide smile. “Hi Y/N! You think I should colour the rabbits eyes brown, or black?”

You shuddered at the idea of fully black eyes, like the ones of demons you had heard and seen in the paintings up on the walls of the big and white galleries of how angels and demons had fought over the centuries . “It’s your drawing Joshua. You should decide.”

“I think brown then. It suits the rabbit more! Don’t you like the drawing? It’s fur is white like your wings!”

You beamed at him. “Do you want to see my wings again?”

He nodded eagerly. “Yeah! They are pretty!”

You closed your eyes as you willed your back to allow your wings to unfold and stretch.

“Wow.” He breathed, looking awestruck. “Do they grow?”

You nodded. “Yep! It grows bigger and longer as I grow!”

Your hands chose that moment to let out a small unexpected burst of heavenly fire which singed your pale pink dress by accident. You let out a startled yelp before you accidentally allowed your wings to beat, causing your head to come into contact with the ceiling.

Embarrassed, you slowly descended back down with Joshua looking at you, concerned.

“Are you okay?” He smiled when you nodded. “Great! Let’s be friends forever so that I can see your wings grow as well! Pinky promise.”

They say when two pinky fingers intertwine, a promise cannot be broken.

Your pinky curled around his.

“Today at school, the teacher asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up.” Joshua said as he waited outside the school with you for his parents to come fetch him home.

You and Joshua were eight and you two had grown closer and though you didn’t enrol in his school, as angels never did in the mortal world, you would appear often as his companion when no one else was around.

“What did you tell her?”

“I said a singer.” He looked at you. “ I think I like singing.”

“I think that you will make a very good singer.” You told him.

“Yeah, but I think singers need to be able to dance, do they?”

You shook your head as you looked at him seriously. “I’ve seen some very good mortal singers who do absolutely well without being good at dancing.”

He gave you a hopeful look. “Really?”

You nodded seriously. “Really.”

“What about you Y/N? What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“Me?” You were kind of surprised. “I’ll be what the will of heaven dictates. It’s an honour to accept whatever the job they give.”

He tilted his head. “But what if your job keeps you away?”

“It won’t.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

You two were nine. Joshua had just begun learning how the play the guitar.

“So I learnt how to play the chords on the guitar and play some scales.”

You nodded, understanding what he and meant since up in the skies, angels were required to understand some theory regarding instruments and besides that, you often passed by the musical hall to find some of the muses playing beautiful pieces.

“Y/N!” Seung Hee, one of the muses had called to you one day.

“Hi Seung Hee!” You had smiled up at her. She was a tall and slim angel who had taken up a job as a muse. She would definitely be beautiful by mortal standards, as all angels were. She had long wavy brown hair that ran down her back her white dress brought out her elegant features and complimented the wings she did not hide.

“How was your day, child?” You pouted a little. You were still a child up here, to the many other angels so much older than you. “You’re not visiting your mortal today?” You shook your head. “No, he’s at school for the whole day.”

“In that case,” she smiled kindly at you. “How about I teach you to play some scales on the piano?”

You nodded and allowed Seung Hee to help you up on the tall black bench, in front of the black and white keys.

“Y/N?” You blinked at the sound of Joshua’s voice. “Yes?”

“Do you want to go out and play by the lake later?” You grinned. “Of course. But let’s hear you play the scales first? I want to hear whether your guitar skills are as good as your singing voice.”

He grinned back, showing teeth that had grown back and replaced some of the lost baby teeth awhile ago.

You two were ten and now you were sitting opposite the lake near Joshua’s house at night, his guitar beside him as you looked up at the stars.

“So that’s where you live?” He pointed at the dark bluish purple galaxy way above you two.

“Yes.”

“Wow. It seems cool.”

“It’s beautiful and warm.” You murmured. “Everything there is nice and pleasant.”

“But how can it be pleasant if you live forever? Won’t you guys get bored?”

You shook your head. You had no idea how the older angels dealt with it. “They have their ways.”

“Okay.” Joshua said slowly. “Can you show me that trick with the fire again?”

You closed your eyes as you let yourself relax and exhaled and wiggled your fingers.

Small streams of fire came out and curled around prettily in the air above you two as they shine bright and flickered in the night sky. You felt the comforting warmth of it and hummed happily.

“I was thinking. Maybe sometimes if you can’t come down,” Joshua said softly. “You could maybe send some sort of fire like this down to find me so I know you are still with me?”

You looked at him for a few moments and Joshua turned red. “You don’t have to if it’s trouble I just-”

“No Joshua, it’s fine. But I’ll always be able to come down.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“How did you get so sick?” You asked worriedly as Joshua sat up in his bed. He had an ice pack on his forehead as he turned and snuggled closer to his blanket to look at you before giving you a weak smile.

“It’s just a fever Y/N.”

“But you look so pale and you are coughing as well.”

“Its normal. I took my medicine already.”

“Well, but you must be cold!”

“That’s what the blanket is for.” He told you before he winced. “Okay, I am cold.”

You two were eleven and as an angel, aside from your mortal guarding duties, you had had to take on few other small duties normal for angels your age. You had to go soon to complete and errand for one of the older angels.

“I can’t be here the whole night to take care of you even though you have your parents in the house.” You frowned, before brightening. Stretching your hands and opening your palms, you allowed a small amount of fire out of your hands and watched as it disappeared into the blanket.

“That should moderate how warm so you’ll feel better.”

He smiled at you tiredly before yawning. “Thanks Y/N.”

“Sweet dreams Joshua.”

You two were twelve, when Joshua grumbled to you about his button shirt which he had worn for a party at the home of one of his father’s friends.

“I don’t like green.”

“It looks nice on you though.” You told him.

“But, it’s green!”

You shook your head.

“Just have fun at the party Joshua.”

“But green is the colour of veggies! I am not a vegetable.”

“You’re a carrot.” You said before giggling. “Sorry. Carrots are orange.” Joshua mock glared at you.

“Why do I even talk to you?”

“Because I’m a nice angel.”

You two had been thirteen when it happened after school.

Joshua had been excitedly plugged into his headphones and choosing a song from his phone when he didn’t notice the oncoming car speeding towards him. But you had, since you appeared at the scene when the car was seconds away from hitting him.

And you concentrated as hard as you could as you appeared behind him before you mustered enough strength to hug him and pull him up before disappearing in another flash, just as the screeching of breaks could be heard.

Only you had been imagining some place near his home and you two landed near the lake again and when you let go, you accidentally tripped and landed in the water.

You coughed as you struggled with your wings that had been free but it only pulled you down.

“Hey, hey I’ve got you.” You felt arms wrap around you as they pulled you towards the grass and Joshua helped you up as you two sat up slowly.

It was quiet for a few minutes before Joshua cleared his throat. “Uh, thanks for saving me.”

Your lips quirked upwards. “Thanks for saving me as well.”

“Do you think your fire can dry us?”

Going back up to the skies, you were engulfed in another shower of golden light as you asked through the clouds.

Hello Y/N

Your eyes widened in shock. Divinity wasn’t exactly supposed to talk until your task was complete.

I see it has happened.

What had happened?

Dear child,

You have successfully completed the main part of your responsibility as a Guardian angel. You have saved the life of your mortal. As I will now tell you, all angels are assigned to a mortal because in the fates which have been shaped for them, the mortals’ lives will be in danger at some point of time and they may die before their time is up. So the angel has to guard them. Mortals which have Guardian angels have a time limit with their Guardian angel until the maximum of age fifteen, after which your mortal’s memory of you will fade off eventually.

Congratulations child, you have succeeded in your first task as an angel.

But why did you feel like you wanted to hurl something instead?

You begun going down to the mortal world to see Joshua less and less, for fear of finding him forgetting something about you or who you were each time. You told yourself it was because of the new responsibilities you had begun to take on.

And each time, your fears amplified because he was either with a group of his friends and didn’t see you standing afar, or when he did see you, he’d have to rush off to somewhere after exchanging a few words with you. Sometimes, you thought you saw some dullness in his eyes like there was a lack of recognition as to what you two were.

In that entire year you two had been fourteen, the number of times you went down to the mortal world could be counted with both your hands.

The final straw came when you two were fifteen.

You had sat alone on the tree top facing the lake while gazing at Joshua’s house from and you had sat up the moment he had come towards the lake.

However, his neighbour was with him, and you stayed in your position, hidden by the yellow and gold autumn leaves.

“So you are moving tomorrow, aren’t you?”

Joshua had grown tall by now, his hair was slightly curlier and he looked at the lake wistfully.

“Yeah.”

You stared in shock. How had you not known that Joshua was moving away? Where was he moving? Why was he moving?

“Korea huh?” The other boy asked.

Korea was so far away from LA, why would he move there?

“Mhmm. I’m going to apply to be a trainee at a company after I experience the culture there. ”

He was going to train at a company to become a singer? You could understand that it had gene his dream, but why had you not known about such an arrangement?

Oh yeah, you hadn’t even been down here for more than a dozen times in the past year and the number of sentences you had exchanged with Joshua had certainly not amounted to even fifty.

Still, if he did move, wasn’t he going to completely forget about you? Never mind the fact that it was fate. Never mind the fact that you two were hanging on by a thread. You didn’t want to feel like you would when it happened.

Slowly moving to climb down the tree, you let out a silent gasp of shock when you felt your wings spread open and start to pull you back. The wind caused the leaves around you to rustle gently as your dress billowed around you.

Its time to go, child.

You closed your eyes as pure white brightness engulfed you and the last thing you heard was roaring in your ears and the rustling of leaves which fell softly to the ground.

And then you were gone.

Joshua blinked as he looked at the tree a few feet away from him, his head fuzzy and his blood surging through his body all of a sudden. The tree had been there for as long as he could remember, but as he glanced among the branches, there seemed to be an unusually empty space where even the leaves did not feel there.

He could almost fit someone through that space, maybe even someone with wings fully spread.

Wait, why wings?

He shook his head as he looked at his neighbour who was grinning at him.

“Don’t forget to send autographs here.”

Joshua smiled. “You act as if I’m going to debut already. Its going to be a long and hard path. When it gets tough, I think I’ll gaze up at the stars. The path to sky always has a beautiful end.”

It hurt.

The truth hurt.

Joshua definitely didn’t remember you now. He hadn’t even shown any sign of recognition when you bumped into him when he had been moving his luggage to the car outside his house.

You had murmured a quick sorry and he had just given you a quick smile before rushing towards the car.

Well, since you couldn’t forget, it would be better if you had an outlet to let everything you felt out right? It was going to be a very long life of hurting after all.

Bursting into the music hall, you blinked away the tears from your eyes.

“Seung Hee, can you teach me how to play some songs?”

And on the nights you were too tired to make your way to the piano, you sat on a cloud and looked down at the bustling city lights of Korea, letting small streams of heavenly fire flow from your fingers.

Joshua had done it.

He was going to be a singer now.

He had twelve other band mates on this journey with him and he was going to be doing what he loved and debut tomorrow.

Except, maybe he couldn’t really dance that well.

That day after dance practice though, he had wanted to walk through the busy streets of Seoul at night, looking up at the star speckled sky along the way, because sometimes he saw a trial of brightness leaving the stars and creating wispy patterns in the sky. It had tickled something at the back of his mind, yet it seemed foreign at the same time.

He hadn’t been watching where he was going until he bumped into a young woman with a scarf around her neck.

“Sorry!”

Joshua apologised to the young woman, who slowly shook her head as she stared at him.

“You just came out of that building.” She said. “Are you a trainee there?”

Joshua looked behind him before turning back to face her.

“Yeah.” He didn’t know why, but he added. “I’m debuting tomorrow.”

“Ahh.” She nodded. “Are you nervous?”

He swallowed. “Definitely. I can’t dance as well as the others.”

“You know Joshua, someone once told me that you can do absolutely well without being good at dancing.” She smiled at him before continuing on her way.

Joshua couldn’t ask the woman how he knew his name, because after she walked away, he never saw her again.

~Admin Waffle and Butterfly.

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Fuck Your Money | One shot.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Words: 1707 Genre: angst A/N: lots of swearing in this one :’) 3rd fic in festa series! You were left without a good reason and heartbroken. So logically, your only thought was: Fuck you.

Three months, twelve days, eighteen hours… You had been single for three months, twelve days, and eighteen hours. You dated Hoseok for a year and a month before he dumped you, and it wasn’t even for a good reason. It was a dumb fight to him but an important one to you. You had just wanted to spend more quality time with him, all he was doing was focusing on his job and ignoring you. Even when you wanted to go on coffee dates it was like you were asking for a whole week off of work and taking away his precious smartphone. It was painful and just… Too much. You had just asked him to try and make some time for a couple dates, he had gone off on you worse than any other fight. He even broke your phone. Yours. Not his, yours. Before handing you a wad of cash, he broke your damn heart and told you to leave. For a couple days, you thought you two still might be together so you gave him two days to cool off before going to visit him at the bar he frequented after work. That’s when you saw him with his damn secretary. She was grinding up against him as they danced and when he spotted you he moved away from her like she was acid. You haven’t seen or heard from him since and you were happy about it. Fuck his job, fuck the girl, and fuck him. The loud banging on your apartment door startled you, it rendered you mute and numb because who the fuck would knock on your door at – you looked over at your clock and saw it read 4:12 AM – four in the morning?! You stood and grabbed the small pocket knife from your bedside table before slowly making your way to the door. “Open up! I know you’re in there!” Jung Hoseok. The only fucking guy you didn’t want to talk to. “Fuck..” you muttered before throwing the door open right as he lifted a hand to knock once more. “What the fuck do you want?” you hissed. He pushed passed you and it took everything in you not to shove him away from you. You quietly shut the door before placing your arms at your sides and turning to face him completely. It had been three months since you last saw him and you didn’t want to see him like this, not with hatred still in your heart. “You’re drunk, I can smell the booze all the way here.” “Well I was drinking because I was thinking about you. I miss you and I need you back-“ “Oh no no no,” you waved your right hand around and chuckled softly. You weren’t going to fall for that. Not again. He pulled that shit after the first few months you dated and “broke up”. You were like a love-sick teenager who wanted to keep her high school boyfriend from cheating on her with the hotter cheerleader who could sing and dance better than you. You were not weak anymore. “Y/N, please don’t do that, we need to talk, I miss you , I always have. I fucked up and I was stupid.” Your eyebrows raised and you began to full belly laugh at his ridiculous intoxicated statements. He missed you? He knew he fucked up? Oh how you wish he actually meant all of that. He was as sleazy as the rest of them. A large, heaping pile of shit. And somehow it was in your house, in the middle of your floor, making everything smell horribly. You waved your hand some more before smiling; a sickly, sweet grin that would make anyone feel nauseous. “How about you stop bullshitting me and leave? I’m not fucking stupid. I was once before but not anymore and I won’t fall for your bull.” You pointed to the door in a silent order for him to leave but he just shook his head and let his head fall to his chest. You knew you were being unreasonable too but he left you without a word! All because you wanted to spend more time with him!! After approximately five minutes of you standing there with your finger pointing at the door he finally spoke. “I never should have done what I did. With Jisoo of all people… Not like she was lasting anyway, I fired her the next day,” he said miserably. “My job means money coming into the house, going into my pocket, going into your pocket. I am able to provide you with a comfortable lifestyle without you having to work at that shit hole you call a job. I hate you working there, your boss is a pervert, and he tried to kiss you at Christmas! I was hoping that I could find a place you at my workplace if you so desperately wanted a job still.” Of course, this came at a shock since who the hell would have known he felt this way? Coming from the King of Sunshine and hiding things away in his heart. He was an enigma and finally you were able to break through his bubble with the pin you had rose up a year ago. “You wanted to continue having dates and I couldn’t do that if I was supposed to be taking in more and more and more money for is. You think the mortgaged is paid off on the house yet? Hell no… But I was so close before we broke up. After that it was like a fucking shit show for me and I ran late on all the bills for a month,” he let out a miserable bark of laughter after finishing his tirade. “In my mind, if I couldn’t provide then how the fuck was I going to keep you around any longer?” That last statement had you fuming and you stomped up to him like a child and slammed your fists against his solid chest hard, not once, not twice, but four times. “You left me because of that?! You left me to go dance with that girl because you thought I was here only for your money?!” you screamed and lifted your hand to slap him across his face but luckily he caught your wrist in time. “I was left behind as your mistress as you became married to your fucking desk, pen, and papers, all because you thought I wanted a little cash in my pocket! You are so deluded to think I could ever, ever, want you for only money! I spent a year with you because I was in love with you, in love with your personality and your spontaneity, not the amount of dough you rolled in every fucking week! We bought a goddamn house together, we were talking about marriage, about kids, and instead you broke up with for a ridiculously ignorant reason! “I was trying to marry you, carry your children, get closer to you and you threw me away! All I wanted was for you to see me again. I would wear provocative clothes to bed to make you touch me again, I would call you at work to tell you have a good day so you wouldn’t forget I was there. When I found you at the bar with your fucking secretary – and let me tell you how embarrassing that was, how fucking cliché to be exact – I knew I had lost. I lost to your job, to her, to everything. I couldn’t compete. I love you, not the amount of money you make in a year.” It had to be a little longer than a month since you had allowed yourself to cry over Jung Hoseok and here you were, four in the morning, sobbing hysterically over the man you couldn’t possibly get over. He was just as stunned at your outburst. You were a relatively quiet girl, crying and yelling weren’t really your style. “I want you to come back home with me,” he whispered. Now it was your turn to laugh miserably. “Why? Why would I allow you the pleasure of having your little arm candy again? I was nothing more than that, right? You didn’t give a shit who it was, as long as you could show your bosses that you were fucking someone that night!” “That’s not how it is!” he yelled. “It was never like that! I hated bringing you to those fucking parties, hated having you get dressed up in front of those fucking slimy bastards, I hated it! I would have rather come home and seen you in your goddamn sweats than have them see you the way only I wanted to see you!” He was heated now as well and you wondered if he was beginning to sober up now. “For godsakes just come home! I can’t stand this, I can’t go on without you, please, Y/N. I fucking can’t live without you, you’re the only goddamn rock in my life and I am going crazy without you,” he whispered. Oh how weak you were to him. The King of Sunshine was a true nickname for him. But he did have his flaws and you knew you’d be able to weed those out of all the beautiful flowers in his mind garden. “Okay.” “What – okay? Really?” His face lit up and even as you cried you smiled and nodded. You were wrapped up in the familiar embrace and cradled as he whispered promises in your ear, your own hands coming up to wrap around his waist. You need him more than you wanted to let on (you guessed he already knew). “Don’t ever assume I want your money again, got it?” you whispered as you finally pulled away from the hug. An affirmative head bob, a tall glass of water, and a comfy bed later, you were both tucked in and passed out. In the recesses of your mind, you could only pray that everything would stay perfect like you hoped – but perfection was fake and things always went wrong. You’d work through them again if they did happen to pop back up, you were absolutely sure of that.

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