#NAVER NEVER SAW ME COMING

[gluteus-canis-familiaris]

All these shohei ohtani edits and not a single gif of 죄강몬스터즈 ?!?!??!?! No bless yous for Giacomo?????? Not a single soul after the korean dads with bats and mitts on this site ???

[authorhjk1]

Aloha! Since I hardly find any of her fics here, here's hoping Krystal can make the cut so here are some choices if you may:

For the first outfit was hoping it could make the cut the most since if you look at it closely it is a one piece dress but buttoned up, for the second outfit I mean, look at that body sheesh and for the third a simple one.

https://kpopping.com/documents/54/2/2000/220405-H-Naver-Post-Krystal-ELLE-D-Edition-Photoshoot-Behind-documents-13.jpeg?v=1fb1e

https://kpopping.com/documents/a0/1/2992/240507-Krystal-Jung-Baeksang-Arts-Awards-2024-documents-1(1).jpeg?v=8dcd4

https://kpopping.com/documents/58/0/4500/Krystal-Jung-for-Vogue-Korea-March-2024-Issue-Vogue-Leader-2024-Woman-Now-documents-8.jpeg?v=2799c

Midnight

(Krystal Jung X Male Reader)

You're smiling from ear to ear as you walk through the building. You can't believe this is happening.

"It seems like you really want one of these."

Krystal's teasing tone makes you turn around to her. But before you can, her hands sneak around your waist and she presses her body up against yours from behind. Her chin landing on your shoulder.

"Y-Yes. This one."

You point at the car at the far end of the dealership. You've always wanted this car. Ever since you saw it online for the first time. You can't believe you're about to own it. You're barely nineteen years old and you just got your driver's license. But now you're walking to a midnight black Lamborghini Aventador.

You never checked out the price, because you expected to never be able to have enough money to buy one of these. But now it almost feels like you won the lottery.

"Are you sure you want this one?"

Krystal isn't as much into cars as you are, so she usually goes for classy and expansive over horse power and speed. The silver Rolls Royce parked outside is proof enough of that.

"This is my dream car."

"Then get in and try it out."

Krystal gives you a kiss on the cheek, before you hear heels klick on the floor as she walks away.

You carefully reach out to touch the hood. Six months ago, you would've been too afraid to even touch this car. But you don't have to worry about breaking anything. Krystal could buy every single car in this building, if she wanted to. You don't know how much money she really does have, but the first thing you did after coming home that fateful day, was researching the name Krystal Jung. The richest person in Korea. The fifth wealthiest person in Asia and maybe even one of the richest women on this planet.

Sitting down in the driver's seat, you let your hands wander over the steering wheel. It feels comfortable. It feels perfect. It feels better than you thought it would.

You tear your eyes off the car's dashboard as you hear Krystal approaching again. Her black dress matches the car and shows off her slim waist. It hugs her body like it was only designed for her and nobody else. Which is what probably happened. You doubt anyone else owns this exact dress. Maybe a cheap copy of it.

You hold your breath as Krystal stops in front of you, a car key in her hand.

"Do you want to take your new car for a drive?"

"Oh my god. Thank you so much."

You don't even dare to reach for the key. How much did Krystal just spent on you?

"Like I already said, you don't have to thank me for the stuff I buy you. It's just money."

She puts the key into your hand, before walking around to the passenger side.

Once she is seated, her arm sneaks around your shoulders, her lips right next to your ear.

"Let's take your new car for a drive along the coast."

Her free hand glides over your thigh as she reaches for your crotch.

"You can repay me by making use of that hood."

She nods towards the front of the car.

The cold midnight air hits your face as you test out the car's limits. Krystal's hair flies after her in the wind. The roaring of the engine almost makes it impossible to talk. You glance at the dashboard. 300 kph. The road doesn't have any corners in it right now, so you can drive as fast as you want. No one else is around.

You let the Lamborghini come to a hold as you reach the top of the cliff. It's not yet time for the sunrise, but the stars make the night sky bright enough. You have to peel your shaking hands off the wheel. You've never gone that fast in your life.

"That big smile on your face says a lot."

Krystal's hair is messy, but that might make her even more attractive.

"Show me how much you really enjoyed it."

You lean over and capture her lips with yours. The two of you make out in the car as your and her hands explore each other's bodies. You feel her naked waist under your fingertips, while Krystal lets her fingers graze your abs underneath your shirt.

You don't have to work and earn money or anything. Krystal has only two basic requirements for you to make this relationship work. Stay as healthy and fit as possible and make her cum more often then she can count. You work out every single day, eat healthy and go for a lot of runs. You already did it before you met her, but the amount of time you are know putting into your body makes it impossible for Krystal to keep her hands off you.

After your make out session in the car, you now kneel in front of it, after having Krystal bend over the hood. Just like she wanted.

Her dress is still occupying the passenger seat, while her naked body is pressed against the black surface.

"That's a good boy."

Krystal moans into the hood as your tongue invades her slick pussy again and again. You knead her cheeks as you hold onto them. She loves it when you worship her body just as much as when she worships yours.

"Oh, fuck! Almost!"

After six months of almost three times a day, you have Krystal completely figured out. It doesn't take much effort anymore to make her cum.

And you can tell how close she is, if you read the signs well enough. Her thighs begin to shake. Her moans become just a little higher. More swear words leave her lips. And more of her juices would run down her thighs, if it wasn't for you, eagerly licking every inch of her skin.

Your name leaves her lips in a deep moan, right before a high pitched cry echoes through the night. Krystal orgasms on top of the car. Her naked body pressed against the hood. Most of her squirt lands inside your mouth, but some finds it's way onto the car, staining the black materials.

While she recovers, you stand up and align your cock with her pussy. You're still hard and wet from her blowjob in the car mere minutes ago. You can't even keep track anymore on how often Krystal sucked you off, sitting in the passenger seat or at the back.

"That's right. Fill me with that cock of yours."

Krystal sighs as you push into her. Slow love making is a rare sight in your relationship. Mainly because it isn't a relationship based on love. Krystal is pleasant to be around, but she sometimes feels like she is from another world. Her money, her influence, her age. None of it matches your own personality. And yet, here you are, taking Krystal's pussy from behind.

"You're such a good boy. A good little toy."

Her endless praises fuel your desire to fuck her harder and harder. As much as you like Krystal dominating you, it doesn't compare to the feeling of being in control yourself. To have this beautiful woman bend over in front of you. How she takes your cock so well. How she moans your name and praises your cock.

You eventually start to grow tired. The small sex marathon on board of her plane two hours ago still lingering inside your muscles. Krystal usually isn't the type to have a lot of sex at once, due to her busy schedule. But a four hour flight in her private jet makes you work overtime.

You finally sink down on top of her, your face buried in her naked back as your cock rests deep inside her pussy. Krystal's tits and the rest of her body are being pressed against the hood of the car due to your weight.

"Yes, baby."

She sighs, enjoying the unusually slow fucking you now give her. Her snug pussy is enough to make you cum. It doesn't matter how fast you fuck her. Even if you only move at a slow pace, it manages to make you fill her up.

"Krystal..."

You kiss and lick her sweaty neck as you close your eyes. The cold midnight air roams your naked body on top of hers as you release your cum into her pussy.

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Hi, everyone!

I hope you a had a good time reading. After deciding on this concept, I cose the black dress, because I think it fits the most. If you want me to write her in the blue one, feel free to request again, I will put it on my list.

[kanmom51]

So guys, I guess this is it.

I guess this is the big public reveal of Taenni.

Make no mistake here.

This is not coincidental, they weren't caught by accident on camera by a paparazzi photographer who happened to be in the area.

This is planned and executed by them in correspondence and approval of their companies.

Tae and Jenni just strolling comfortably on the street holding hands, their managers five steps behind them, then being also filmed going to their car, together - that was their doing. That happened only because they wanted it to happen.

According to the paparazzi he was there by chance.

But they weren't. They weren't walking the streets hand in hand out in the open thinking they won't be recognized. They knew they would be. It was a given. Them being who they are, with the entourage and the security.

The manager, knowing they were being filmed, did not send him on his merry way, but only had him move a little further away, after confirming their identity and getting his permission to film them!!

And then you have the French paparazzi laws and regulations.

Oh, they were definitely aware they were being filmed, and showed no issues with it. No hiding, no letting go of hands, quite the opposite. A confident walk hand in hand down the Paris street, all being filmed, all while knowing this is going to spread like wild fire.

Add to that the speed in which Elle posted this:

They sure did get their confirmation real fast.

There is zero doubt in my mind that this whole thing was orchestrated (as in them knowing someone is going to get them on film and the whole thing will blow up) and is their way of going public. Not in Korea, in Paris, for the whole world to see.

To see them walking hand in hand on the streets of Paris, the city of lights, the city of romance and love.

To see them with their staff, just to make sure there is no mistaken identity and no "this is cosplay" or "it's not Tae, it's someone else" or "it's just a random Asian couple" (like seriously? A random Asian couple? Can we be any more racist? And that random Asian couple happen to have staffers and security following them and protecting them too?) or the rest of the delusional farts we've been hearing for the past few hours.

This was not a 2 second clip. This was getting them from several angles, following them as they walk down the street, go back to their car.

This, my friends, is what GOING PUBLIC looks like on their own terms, in their own time.

This happened now, in Paris, because that's what they wanted.

The two have been together for at the very least 18 months now.

My guess is that there needed to be some kind of clarity of intent from Tae's side before enlistment, as Jenni is expected to wait for him to finish his military service and I assume she expected some kind of commitment from him.

What surprised me was the timing.

I kind of thought Tae and Jenni would make it public before his enlistment because of the above mentioned, but I never in my wildest dreams expected him to do so before his solo album.

Fuck, man is brave.

Cause let's be real. He knows. He knows exactly how fickle and vile TKKs and his solos are. He knows that there will be a price to pay. And he surprised me, he really did. I admit so here fully.

I guess the cards are already starting to fall into place.

It's being discussed on K-media.

In an article published on Naver by reporter Hyun-deok YG AND HYBE chose not to make a formal statement only saying:

"We do not know because it is the artist's private life."

Come on now. This is as good as a formal statement saying they're together.

We saw how fast YG were to deny dating rumors attached to Rose, Hybe too when there were pics involved.

And there are definitley pics involved.

Also, I suggest you read the article. Because it as good as confirms them being a couple as is.

For example:

"V and Jennie were spotted traveling together on Jeju Island in May of last year, and dating rumors were raised."

Not edited pics, not people think they might have seen them. This is confirmation to the validity of those photos.

I guess now we wait and see.

I really do believe this was them saying "here we are and we are together" for the world, for their fandoms.

We will wait and see if the agencies do make official statements about it, but possibly they want to wait a little longer before doing so, or maybe, just maybe, this is a new era, where the companies just let their artists be (not betting on that one though).

There has been talk about a Dispatch couple reveal coming up. Idk where it's coming from or if there is any truth to it. If, by any chance this is true, it will be interesting to see if Dispatch got exclusivity on the big reveal, and that's where we'll be getting their own statements, coming from the companies, but the two of them confirming it out loud.

I've seen TKKs spaces, they are going absolutely feral. One thing I see repeated is that if Dispatch says it's true, then it's true. If there is something, anything, that can get them to just STOP, stop their vile behaviour, stop their hate, just stop, then I'm all for it, as long as it's on Taenni's own terms. And their night stroll in Paris kind of tells me that if it happens, it's their decision, it's them giving the green light to go ahead and let everyone know.

I would love to see a Cannes red carpet couple. Too much? Perhaps. But a gal can dream.

[psychologeek]

Hounded

(Unbeta'ed)

Have you ever saw a small child trying to take a big dog for a walk?

Just thinking about the risks of falling, of losing control, of being drugged on the ground by a beast you love

(It doesn't always end up with a skinned knee)

After all is said and done, after he got B back from the time stream and Jason back to the family and Dick wasn't dead and-

(After he pulled himself from the ground, purely by spite and the numbing knowledge that no one's coming. No one ever does.)

After all of it, he doesn't think about the R. He doesn't think about the way that it was always taken. He doesn't think about the way nothing ever stays, how everything good is going to be taken away, no matter what he does.

Well.

He tries not to think about it.

It was just a job. It was good to have, but that's it.

(He naver was there for revenge or hope or honour. He wasn't a flame, a candle to light up the dark knight. He was the leash on a hellhound, staring into the shadows and saying "enough!")

After it all, he is.

Well.

(He isn't sure who he is supposed to be, now.)

~

It's a family night. And Dick and Jason takes it as an opportunity for "How To Robin (with og!Bat) 101" for Damian.

(he's not bitter about it. He's Red Robin. It's okay. He's over it.)

His brothers talk about being Robin and silly things and

Some of those things he remembers

(watching out of carefully cleaned lens, staring into the night and hearing the echoes of a laugher in his ears. Falling asleep with a sttaic record of a child and his father, playing on repeat in the cold and empty house.)

And that was okay.

It's okay.

He's okay, always.

Even when Dick mentions Bat Bruce staying in three days after fear toxin, watching movies and staying together and hot chocolate and-

Even when Jason mentions moments of comfort and holding his hand as he got stitches and letting him have ice cream for dinner after-

(He stare into the eyes of his own black dog, and keep a leash on it.)

He's fine.

(It was before, he knows. It was Before, and he came After, and there's nothing he can so about it. It doesn't matter.)

And he's good, he's Gucci, he's great at this Faking Being Human TM.

They talk about fun with the bat, and all the silly little things they used to do. And Tim would be fine just sitting there, listen to their stories and trying not to cringe, but.

But they start telling the Brat about protocols. Silly things like "stay inside three days after fear gas"

(No, you don't. You don't stay inside because he won't stay inside and you can't let him go on his own.)

Things like "Robin leaves patrol at 1 am during school nights".

(No, he doesn't. 2-4 AM are the worst hours to do crimes. For the criminals. After four B starts getting ready to go back to the cave, but left alone he is an unstoppable force.)

They tell him all those stupid things, like it's real, like it's not gonna get someone killed.

(and even if he isn't Robin anymore, he still remembers why he became one in first place.)

And Tim may hates that little brat, but Damian is a kid.

(And this isn't about him. It never was. It's about Gotham city and Batman and people and doing what's right, not easy or comfortable.)

So he goes upstairs to his room, and pick up the locks behind the hidden door at the back of the closet, and take The Book.

(well, he call it that. In reality, it's an unholy combination of three school-notebooks, 2 industrial binders for the printed pages, and a folder for the index.)

"Yo, Timbo!" Jason calls him when he walks back into the living room. "We're telling the Bay Bat funny stories from training! C'mon, what you got?"

"Umm... Shiva got me Ice cream once," is what he comes up with. Though it doesn't seem to be the right comment.

(There's a child inside of him, pounding at the closed doors of the manor and screaming "Why am I never enough?" There's an inner child he lock inside, that never sees the night.)

It doesn't matter.

He put the pile on the table, and dust it a little bit.

"I don't know what this two have told you," he says carefully. "But this are the things that you need to know and memories, as now Robin. Those are the current protocols, organised by area, severity, and alphabetical order. This is the index."

Damian doesn't speak, for once. Small mercy.

"I always knew someone else is going to get the suit after me. I guess I just thought it would kill me first."

(He is tired of pretending it wasn't the unspoken deal from the first day - that he won't leave until one of them is dead. He's tired of pretending that this is something he can actually control. He's tired of pretending he's holding the leash.

He is bound to it, forced for the ride, even as his flesh is cut on the hard ground. He sacrifices his blood and his pain, trying to slow down the hound.)

He's staring at Damian, and something dark inside of him whispers

(You deserved it. It's your fault. You were never a demon, to tame a hellhound.)

Black dog - a pretty famous metaphor for depression. But it's also fits the theme here so well.

(to) Hound - to chase someone or to refuse to leave someone alone, especially because you want to get something from them.

(Also a type of dog used for hunting.)

Damian means Tamer

If you liked it, you might also like Who am I? (to disappear). This one is Cass-centric, but I feel like it has a similar vibe.

~

Me? Depression? IDK what u talking about 😭

*staring into my struggles with ADL and everything in my life rn*

Idk where you got this idea from.

(Depression is really hard. Like, I knew it would be, bc April is always a bad month for me, but. Yeah. it's hard.)

I want to read more fics that address his time in Robin training with Bruce and Dick, Jason, and/or Damian find out.

Like, they're all sitting around talking about fun or silly things that happened in training or on patrol with Batman. And Tim is just doing his thing, reminiscing about pictures he took of Dick’s and Jason's Robin, wondering if he could take time off somewhere to get some of Damian's Robin when the others get his attention and ask about funny stories from his time as Robin. He blanks, because nothing with Batman was fun, that was why he was Robin. So he says Lady Shiva getting him ice cream once and leaves.

Or they're going over protocols for Robin to follow with Damian and Tim is just sitting there confused, because it's all stuff he got in trouble for with Batman. And when Dick or Jason tell him that “you can jump in anytime, baby bird”, Tim gets up, leaves, and returns with a surprisingly worn binder he puts down.

Then he opens it, flips to a point about a third of the way through, and turns it to face them. He points at a chart and says, “I made this when the results of your advice weren't what you said they'd be. I didn't know you were supposed to wait 3 days after fear gas exposure to go back out. Bruce didn't wait and if I didn't follow, petty thieves ended up in the ER.”Dick is horrified, Jason and Damian confused. Tim continues. “This binder has the protocols and methods I followed as Robin. I wasn't Robin to contrast Batman's shadow. I was Robin to remind Batman of his morals. I have no advice to offer Damian that is relevant to his Robin. You were offered Robin, one way or another. I had to take Robin before Batman did something he'd regret.”

[userjungkook97]

every month of 2022

i managed to forget this in my drafts because the beginning of the year was so busy for me but here it goes ✨

i was tagged by @eggjinnie and @userhobi, thank you for that my loves, and specially for always putting such good content in my dash <3

link your favorite and/or most popular post(s) from each month of the last year:

january: most popular: bts x chakho making film favorite: 7 fates of chakho animation - i had never giffed anymation before and it was so fun to do that

february: most popular: bts x naver webtoon making film favorite: bts 101 religion aka jungkook as jesus - this was really one of the first posts i saw when i joined bts fandom and this was so fun to do and makes me laugh until this day. i had to learn a lot about transitions but it was a nice experience.

march: most popular: jimin's outfit from ptd seoul d1 favorite: jungkook's outfit from ptd seoul d1

april: most popular: jikook head bump and giggles during ptd vegas popular: maknae line polaroid during lgo

may: most popular/favorite (since i only made one hehe): jikook comp for me meeting rafa that week

june: most popular: maknae line x dfesta favorite: 9 years with bts - cried a lot doing this while listening to for youth and yet to come on loop bonus: monochromatic butter performances - i had a lot of fun doing those because i just kept going back to watching the videos alksdjak

july: most popular/favorite: jikook in the memories 2021 preview - this was when i started changing the sharpening and colouring to my current style, so i experimented more with this one hehe

august: most popular: namkook comp for jk's bday countdown favorite: jungkook in the soop 2 - he's so important to me, how could this not be my favorite? its2 was just coming out when i started stanning bts so there's a soft spot in my heart for it

september: most popular: jimin in 2020 favorite: jimin in the soop 2 - i mean, obvious reasons

october: most popular (and one of the favorites): jimin's comforting words - i did this during one day i was needing it so much, and i always turn to this when i'm sad hehe favorite: jimin in gcf bonus: jimin with puppies and kitties

november: i took a break from giffing during this month after 2 consecutives bday countdowns

december: most popular/favorite: joshua bday post - i only made this one, but it was super fun to start giffing for another fandom

lets hope for more edits in 2023 (so far failing because uni won't let me have fun!!!!)

[monochromaticbutter]

(CW: Mentions of rape)

Source: @welovelookism on twitter | Original post

Image transcriptions:

"My favourite character was Jiho tbh. I drew Jiho as the 'dark side of PTJ', so I expressed my inferiority, sadness, shame and all the thoughts that I couldn't speak up to others through Jiho. Basically my inner self. I originally had Jiho's own story ahead and his backstory, but the main story had so many big turns. Which is why Jiho's role kinda disappeared. He was the antithesis of Daniel Park. I can't really write them out because he is dead. Anyways, he had a definite role and clear situations in the story, but as I was writing the story I started to have another storyline and ending in my mind, making Jiho a little uncertain. I might be the saddest one to feel about Jiho's death. To conclude, he wasn't the type of guy to die in that way, he shouldn't have died like that. Readers were asking if Jiho is going to resurrect… but no, he is not going to. But 'this' guy is going to resurrect. He is going to resurrect in the most bs way possible. There is a character that is going to resurrect in Lookism. Jiho got a lot of hate when he made an appearence. I always felt sad about it but at the same time I liked it because I knew I wrote this character well. Jiho is like an inner self of everybody at least to a certain extent."

"Juvenile prison arc was the arc where I was so greedy about it. Tbh, there were a lot of things that weren't available for the Lookism age limit. Readers only saw 60% of what I wrote. It is actually very dark and full of speechless stuff, I knew Naver would ask me to edit it. But I just drew. I even drew the panels that I knew that would not be available to readers with all I got… because I was hoping if Naver would allow them. But they rejected them as I expected. Jiho actually got raped by Darius. I drew it to show that it is a very terrifying thing, but there were a lot of changes in the end. From removed dialogues to panels… a lot of edited panels. The Darius dialogue 'I will come back later' before Jiho's one when he fought got edited too. When Jiho said 'I made sure I washed motherfucker'. Darius's lone was originally 'I will come back after I wish'. That is why Jiho went for a revenge match against him, where Jiho's mindset of actually killing someone was fully completed. Jiho says 'I made sure I washed motherfucker' after seeing his lowest point of himself and his misery. It didn't really manage to connect with Darius's previous dialogue. The dialogue 'I made sure I washed motherfucker' is for Jiho to say to Darius, but I put a meaning of where Jiho washed his old self away. But I think not a lot of reader noticed it."

Although the translation seems a bit messy, there's a lot to unpack here. This is a very interesting piece from PTJ's writing.

The parallel between Jiho and Daniel has always been there. It's more obvious some times than others. Both of them suffered a lot at the hands of others and both of them were offered "a light" (a positive situation to make things better), but the main difference is: Daniel managed to hold onto it, Jiho didn't.

Daniel's insecurities are, most of the time, internalized. The one time he lashed out at his mother, it stuck with him and made him value her more than anything in the world. It's easy to like and relate to him, because he's the palatable side of trauma-related issues.

Jiho isn't. He always takes the worst decisions possible, he lashes out at his parents and friends, he acts selfishly many times. Even after attempting to murder one of his closest friends, he's desperately thinking of a way out for himself, not the guy in a coma. His arcs are frustrating to read through at first, because his worldview is so distorted and his actions are hard to digest.

And at the same time, it's clear Jiho really hates himself. From start to finish. But he spirals and never stops; even at his last appearance, he can't acknowledge that Daniel took better decisions (and ultimately is "a better person" in the world's eyes) and boils it down to him "being luckier".

So, he's easy to hate. Even if you relate to some of his attitudes, you might end up disliking Jiho, because deep inside you know those are wrong.

However, there's a deeper reason for that.

(Other than us being conditioned into empathizing with people who match Daniel's profile of mental illness and trauma and casting those like Jiho aside.)

And the reason is: people don't like seeing the ugly side of themselves on the screen. They don't like the senseless aggression, lashing out or other behavioural problems that are common in humans. Being unnatractive, being physically weak, being paranoid, taking bad decisions at every corner, misreading kindness, fucking up even the purest of relationships, those are all very human "flaws" that might not be easy to fix. Jiho checks all of those items.

That's the same reason so many people hate on Shinji Ikari from Neon Genesis Evangelion. Both of these characters are traumatized and abused, but the audience frequently turns to the "pathetic" or "insufferable" aspects of their personalities.

Anyways, this was a short analysis I needed to do after seeing this post. Good night 💜

[kim-seung-mo]

feel absolutely evil for this one but can i request the 18th headconon from the ot8 section of your idea list? i’ve got my tissues ready 💔💔

𝟚𝟜 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 (ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟 + 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠)

♩ gn!reader, angst angst ANGST, this is pure depression guys, crying, a lot of crying and suffering, character death, dealing with grief, car accident, mentions of firearms and getting shot, blood, just, just pain

♩♩ word count: 2.9k

♩♩♩ A/N: this turned out to be like 5 times longer than i expected so i decided to break it into sections, this part includes chan and minho, the next one will include changbin and hyunjin ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ ) (this was a lot of fun to write tho i'm kinda proud of myself) wip list here

Changbin and Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix

for convenience, your time of death is 12:00 AM

Chan

12:30 AM:

He gets a call from you, but when he picks up the phone, it's not your voice on the other end.

"You're their emergency contact, they just got into a pretty bad car accident..."

You were supposed to be on your way to pick him up.

1:00 AM:

He asked Minho to help him drive to the hospital because he knew something would definitely happen if he drove himself.

He was crying the whole way, his heart was beating wildly.

He didn't like it but had a bad feeling about this.

1:20 AM:

"We did everything we could...we are truly sorry for your loss."

1:40 AM:

He regrets it, all of it.

If he hadn't asked you to pick him up...

You wouldn't have gotten into that car, you wouldn't have encountered that drunk truck driver.....

You wouldn't have left him.

Alone, forever.

1:50 AM:

"Don't touch me! Don't take me away! I need to be here... I need to stay here with Y/N..."

"Y/N must be scared, all alone... It's so dark and scary here......my Y/N, they're a cry baby...they must be so scared ......"

2:20 AM:

The other members rushed to the hospital and together they advised Chan to go back to the dorm.

But he didn't listen, there was only one voice in his head.

"I need to stay by Y/N's side."

3:40 AM:

The hospital gate was blocked by the paparazzi, the news of "Stray Kids' leader Bang Chan's lover dies in a car accident" filled up the whole NAVER homepage.

4:30 AM:

Thanks to the efforts of the seven members, Chan was finally taken back to his home

Not the dormitory, but the home of the two of you.

There was still the meal you heated up for him on the table.

The bedroom light was still on, and your favorite music was still coming from inside.

Everything was so familiar, but he knew ......

His baby was never coming back to him.

5:30 AM:

The members all suggested that they could stay, but he just wanted to be left alone and undisturbed.

Lying in your shared bed, he could even feel your residual warmth.

The sun will be up soon, but he didn't couldn't sleep.

Usually at this time, you would kiss his forehead and tell him not to overwork himself.

You'd give him a glass of warm milk, adding vanilla and a little sugar.

You would be by his side......

6:45 AM:

He didn't know when he finally fell asleep, he only knew he was crying.

10:00 AM:

Awakening from his dream, he held hope for a second.

Maybe what had just happened was a dream?

But then he broke down again when he saw that there was no one besides him.

You were really gone.

You really were never coming back.

He was gonna be alone from now on.

11:00 AM:

The sun was fully up, but he had no desire to get out of bed.

He just wants to sleep forever, stay forever in your bed, wrapped in your scent.

He missed you so much...he really missed you......

"Y/N..."

He murmured to himself.

"Why did you leave me alone......"

1:00 PM:

Everyone in JYP started sending him messages telling him they were sorry, and that he needed to look past and move on.

But he didn't even come to terms with the fact that you had left in the first place.

Slowly walking into the bathroom, Chan looked at his face in the mirror.

Tear stains, dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, dry lips.

If you saw how he looks now, you'd be angry at him.

3:00 PM:

His tears seemed to have been unstoppable since last night as they never dried up.

The company has sent him a message telling him that he could take as much time off as he needs.

Everyone around him knew how much you meant to him.

You were his muse, his inspiration.

A bright future with you could even be considered his life goal.

But now there was nothing left.

5:00 PM:

He was hungry, his stomach kept growling.

But he didn't want to do anything except stay in your room.

He didn't dare to answer the phone when his mom called him.

Hannah and Lucas also called him.

But he really didn't want to see anyone right now, he didn't want to talk to anyone, he didn't want to think, he just wanted you.

He just wants you back.

And that was the only thing he couldn't have.

6:30 PM:

Your mother called him.

He had to answer this one.

"Chan...dear, we don't blame you, we will never blame you. You were the most important person to Y/N, Y/N loved you with all their heart. So please, don't blame yourself, stay strong, be strong for Y/N, for yourself."

He started to sob again, knowing that it was because of him, he took you away from your parents.

He took you away from them, forever.

7:30 PM:

After eating a little, he returns to your room.

He let out a pathetic chuckle.

His heart was aching, he was about to suffocate.

He was really about to suffocate.

It hurts to breathe, it hurts to do anything, it hurts to do everything.

It hurts to think about you, and it hurts even more to not think about you.

8:45 PM:

Someone was knocking on the door, Chan did not want to answer, but the doorbell kept ringing.

"Chan, we found Y/N's phone."

The person outside said, he knew the voice, it was a JYP staff.

Hearing this, he immediately opened the door.

10:00 PM:

After a long period of preparation, he finally opened your phone.

Your screensaver was a picture of him that you took in secret.

The first thing that popped up was the call record from last night.

Backing up to the main page, he faltered and clicked on messenger app.

You: channie i'm gonna go pick smt up from the farmacy, want me to come pick u up on the way? Channie sweetie❤: yeah sure that would be fine you: okieee love ya~ Channie sweetie❤: love ya too

He gave his first smile of the day that wasn't self-deprecating.

Tears dripped on the screen.

He just loves you so much.

12:00 AM:

It was going to be tough without you for sure.

He needed to learn to take care of himself, on his own.

He needed to get used to not having you leave meals and lights on for him at night, to not have someone always waiting for him.

He needed to get used to a cold, cold bed without your warmth or your goodnight kisses.

He needed to get used to not seeing you anymore, ever.

He needed to get used to being on his own from now on.

A year later, five years later, ten years later.

There will be no one else to make him feel as happy as he once did.

Minho

12:00 AM:

He knew that separation would come, and that people always experience separation one kind or another.

But he did not expect that it would be so early and so sudden.

Nor did he expect it to be forever.

He didn't even have time to say goodbye to you.

12:45 AM:

When he received the call from your father, he was practicing with Hyunjin and Felix in the dance practice room.

"Hello? Mr. Y/L/N? Why are you-"

"Minho-ah...I don't know how to say this to you, but ......"

About three hours ago, you were involved in a bank robbery and were chosen as a hostage by the bandits.

About an hour ago, the bandits tried to kill you, they shot you in the chest.

Doctors immediately performed resuscitation, but......

45 minutes ago, your heart stopped beating.

1:20 AM:

By the time Minho arrived at the hospital, your body had already been taken to the morgue.

"Minho-ah..."

He hugged your mother, pretending to be fine.

He was in pain now too, so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

But he knew your parents must be hurting more than him.

So at least for now, he needed to be fine.

Even if he was about to die from the pain.

1:55 AM:

"I'll take her home...Minho-ah, I know how hard it must be for you too right now......here's Y/N's jacket...you can take it."

Minho feebly took your jacket and stared straight at the ground.

The moment your parents turned to leave, the feelings that had accumulated inside burst out in a flash.

He slammed the wall repeatedly and forcefully.

He did not stop even when his knuckles were all covered in blood, he did not stop even when there were three doctors pulling him away.

Why? Why? Why must it be you?

Why did you have to do this to him? Why must he have his love taken away?

Why......

2:30 AM:

'He is horribly silent.'

That's what Changbin, who came to pick him up thought.

He was expecting a reaction of tears, of sobs, of yelling and anger, of incomprehensible and insane cries.

Not like this, currently, without saying a word, clutching your blood-soaked jacket, sitting silently in the back seat.

But what Changbin couldn't see was the bandaged hands that were clenched under the jacket.

What he can't see is the hostility in Minho's eyes.

4:00 AM:

It's not supposed to be like this.

Your house is not supposed to be so quiet.

When your kitten sees Minho come in from outside, he rubs against his leg.

Unbeknownst to this little fellow, his other owner was never coming home.

Minho dropped to his knees, startling the cat.

"It shouldn't be like this......"

He chuckled.

"It's all wrong."

5:00 AM:

For an hour he knelt where he was. His knees began to twitch and ache, and his calves went numb.

You were so strong, how could you just die like that?

You were smart, how could you let yourself be the hostage?

Why did it have to be you? Why did it have to be the one he loved?

He won't take it. He wasn't gonna take it. He will never take it.

"Wake up."

He began to slap himself, one after another, until his face turned red and even began to bleed.

But he wouldn't wake up.

Because it wasn't a dream.

7:00 AM:

When he stood up, he nearly fell right back to the ground.

He endured the pain on his face, the pain in his knee, the pain of his injury, and limped back to your bedroom.

He gets under the covers, puts his head on the pillow and looks at where you should be sleeping peacefully.

Smelling your scent, surrounded by the familiar aura, he closed his eyes.

He didn't know why he thought so, but he felt that, when he'd opened his eyes again, everything would go back to the way it was.

11:30 AM:

He was awakened by the movement of the cat.

He opened his eyes, you were still not there.

The pain in his body did not diminish at all, it was more painful than earlier.

The wounds on his hands, the wounds on his face, even the dull pain in the chest had multiplied.

Only now he also had a headache from only barely getting four hours of sleep.

After picking up your cat with one hand and tossing him off the bed, Minho headed for the bathroom.

11:45 AM:

Arriving in the kitchen, Minho took out two slices of bread.

When he finished cooking, he took out two plates.

Opening the drawer, he took out two forks.

He did for half an hour what could have been done in ten minutes.

Every little movement reminded him that there were supposed to be two people in the house.

12:50 PM:

After eating, Minho went to the living room and slumped on the couch.

He unconsciously looked to the door.

Like you were gonna push through the door the next second.

Though his heart told him again and again that it was impossible.

But even then, he kept looking over at the door every few minutes.

How pathetic.

1:30 PM:

The bank robbery last night was on the news.

"All three robbers have been apprehended, in the case -"

Before the newscaster finished, Minho turned off the TV.

It's playing surveillance footage from the bank.

He saw you.

For a second, the emotion he thought he had suppressed burst forth again.

4:30 PM:

What a slow day today.

It's only been some 10 hours since last night.

For Minho, it seems like years have passed.

You're in every nook and cranny of the house.

That painting you didn't finish, that laundry in the washing machine, that leftover food in the fridge...

Anger, depression, irritation, all kinds of emotions piled up, only to make him more and more confused.

Finally he decided to go for a walk.

5:30 PM:

How did he end up here?

He was standing in front of the bank, there was a crowd outside.

"Oppa!"

Just as he was about to turn around and walk away, a voice came from below.

"......"

He looked down at the source of the voice. It was a little girl, no more than five or six years old.

"Oppa, you are the boyfriend of the unnie/oppa who saved my life yesterday, right? Eomma told me!"

"Sooji! I told you to stop running! '

The girl's mother immediately catches up with her, looking apologetically at Minho.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I just turned my head for one second and she- Sooji come with Eomma, don't disturb-"

"You said...saved you?"

Minho ignored the mother's words and stared at the little girl.

"Yes! Sooji was taken by bad guys yesterday! If it weren't for unnie/oppa yesterday, Sooji would be dead by now! The TV said you were unnie/oppa's boyfriend! Do you know where they are?"

The child's innocent words pierced Minho's heart like needles.

Turns out you weren't chosen by the bandits after all.

You were trying to save someone......

"Mr. Lee, I'm really sorry... Sooji! Just give oppa the phone!"

Sooji, frowned, handing Minho the phone in her pocket and bows.

"Although I can't see unnie/oppa, if oppa does, please say thank you for me!"

Minho took the phone and nodded. The little girl didn't need to know.

"Mr. Lee, Mr/Ms. Y/L/N gave me this phone before they were taken hostage in place of my daughter, and I think it contains... there should be something for you......I am truly sorry for your loss."

The little girl was immediately led away by her mother, who made several more bows before she left.

He was holding your phone in his hand, it felt like it weighed several tons. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

He knew he couldn't stay here too long, so he quickly put your phone in his pocket and left the scene.

9:00 PM:

He thought he would be able to turn on the phone when he got home.

But it was as if some invisible power was holding him back.

No, it wasn't some invisible at all. It was him.

Because he knew that turning on your phone and reading the message...meant that......

He'd have to accept that you were dead.

11:00 PM:

Minho was back in your room, quivering.

He couldn't find the courage to turn on the phone.

But he knew he couldn't be so selfish.

This message was your last word, which meant that it wasn't just for him.

Even if it's for your parents, he had to open it.

Finally, curled up in your shared bed, Minho cradles your clothes in her arms, types in his birthday as the pin number, and opens your phone.

What pops up automatically was the notes app.

To Mom and Dad:

I'm sorry I can't be your child any longer. I love you two.

To Stray Kids:

I'm sorry for damaging your reputation. Please take care of Minho for me.

To Minho:

I will always love you.

With a few simple words, Minho's tears, which had been repressed for 23 hours, broke down. Like a burst of a waterfall, tears streamed down his cheeks and flew into his mouth, dripping onto his body, blurring his sight.

His hands clenched his chest, feeling the physical pain in his heart. He could only cry helplessly.

He clung to himself, looking for something to hold on to, but it was of no use.

All he could do was cry.

You have thought of the possibility that you might face death.

Even knowing that you might face death, you still chose to save that little girl.

He wanted to hate you, wanted to hate you for leaving him.

But he knew you, he knew you would make such a decision.

You really were the strongest, bravest person.

He loves you so much.

He doesn't want to stop loving you.

12:00 AM:

His pillow was soaked with tears, your tiny phone is in his arms, your jacket is over him.

It was as if you were there for him, holding him, protecting him.

"I too...will always love you."

He murmured to himself in a faint voice.

[akookminsupporter]

Seokjin saying he saw a lot of the comments about his enlistment made me very sad. Like I've always known that they use the internet too and might see stuff, maybe not the english/non-korean comments.. Logically I think I've always known they could see anything but since they never said anything I never really realised that yes they could see this? But him actually talking about it... It hit me how much they actually see. And it made me think about all those times they got hate, especially Jimin & Namjoon. And it made me feel really fucking depressed because they are people who didn't do anything to receive the hate, and they never talked about it either. They just stood tall, trusted us, smiled for us, stayed with us and we didn't even know how much it was affecting them. It breaks my heart, because now that they are talking about it, I'm starting to realise that yes, they see these comments too. 😞 It especially sucks now because they HAVE been intending to go to the military, it was just never the right time, but they couldn't say anything and the comments just kept coming... I feel awful and so sorry for them... 😞

Hi anon, sorry for taking so long to answer your Ask. I was waiting to watch Jin's Wlive with subtitles and then… I didn't want to watch the Wlive because I know it would make me sad and upset at the same time. I find it interesting how this is the only Ask I got about that Wlive and what Jin said. I remember many had a lot to say before any of the guys talked about military service. One thing we can always count on Jin, Yoongi and Joon is that they will always be 1000% honest and say that they see the bad too. That they also read the bad things that are said about them and that it affects them too. What Jin said about the comments, about how it affected them, about how it was unfair made me sad, but most of all it upset me. I was upset when he said it live and I was upset when I went back to watch the Wlive. It's not fair, but that's life and that's Korea. Sometimes I think we decide to forget that bts are men in their mid 20's who like everyone else check social media, especially them being such famous people. Jungkook already admitted it once, that he monitors what is said on social media about him, it is not illogical then to assume that they all do the same, so it is sad what we all know they will find every time they do it. I don't know if they read what their non-Korean fans say, I don't know if they read what is said on twitter, but I'm pretty sure they definitely read what they say on Naver and after all, that's the only opinion that counts, at least on the topic of military service. I still don't think BTS should have to go through it, but it's not something worth talking about or worth mentioning anymore. It is what it is, and that's it. What I did reconfirm with what Jin said in his Wlive is that their fans are the most important thing to them. Jin mentioned more than once that he didn't like the cold and that's why he wanted to start his military service in the summer, but he didn't do it, he didn't do it for his fans. BTS did not make money from the concert in Busan, on the contrary, they or their agency had to invest money to hold the concert so they can't say that Jin sacrificed not starting his military service in summer for money, that concert was for his fans. That concert was a courtesy to their fans and that's something that I don't think any other artist is currently capable of doing. And that's why BTS is different from the rest. And that's why their fans are capable of almost anything for them. I found it interesting that Jin talked about signing a contract with the company again, from what I've read their contract will end next year, so I wonder if they also negotiated a new contract with the company during this time. I know that many people think that bts hates their company, but I honestly don't think so, many also seem to forget that they also own the company and that they all know that the company is what it is today because of bts, thanks to bts. I want to take this Ask to say something about all those Asks I've received saying that bts will break up after they come back from military service, that Jungkook won't want to come back to the group because he will have a successful solo career, that Joon and Tae are the ones who looked the happiest not being a group anymore and I don't know what else, fuck off. BTS can't assure the future, but they did promise to come back, they did ask us to trust them, trust them as a group, trust them SEVEN. And I trust in that. Nobody knows what will happen in 2-3 years. The future is uncertain, but they promised us today that nothing will change, that the best is yet to come. They asked us to wait for them and I will do it.

[jungw8ns]

GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬) 

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

[redhatmeg]

So I decided to read “Wanted: Lucky Luke”

I really liked what Bonhomme did with The Man Who Shot Lucky Luke (I think it’s the “dark” Lucky Luke done right), so when I sat to read his second book, I was curious what he will do this time.

And boy, was it a field trip! There were moments when I was really like:

And it was mostly because this time we’ve got some familiar faces and lore expanding. But it also has this little theme of blame and innocence, when it comes to Luke.

More under the cut.

The general premise of this comic is that: 1) there is, apparently, a reward for Lucky Luke and some of his old foes decided to use this opportunity to get on him; and 2) three sisters are on their way to town called Liberty to sell their herd of cows, so Luke decides to help them get there safely (of course, all three of them fall for him and try to seduce him, to no avail).

So the first time I’ve realized what was going on, was when I saw this:

I was like: “Wait, Patronimo? Like, the guy from Apache Canyon who sometimes pops-up in The New Adventures Lucky Luke?” And then I saw his face that looked almost like in the original comics.

And since we’ve got Patronimo, I thought: “Well, the guy who previously shot at Luke might be someone from his past.” and sure enough when he showed up again, he looked familiar...

This silhuette and the attire made me think of only one guy...

Now, if you’re in Lucky Luke fandom for a long time, you’ve problably heard about this fun fact that originally Luke killed five people (six, if we include his evil double) - the original Daltons and Phil Defer/Phil Steel/Phil Wire (there are different versions of his surname). Later, the censorship changed it and so Phil got wounded in the showndown with Luke. The wound in his arm actually crippled him so he would never be able to fire a gun.

I suspected that Phil would follow Luke not as much for reward money but for revange.

And I was close:

Earlier, the three sisters - seeing his wanted poster - assumed that he must have killed someone to earn $500 price on his head and he said that he never killed anyone. Giving that this is supposed to be a “darker” Lucky Luke story, I expected some referances to original Daltons and Phil Defer/Wire/Steel. And one might cry: “Cop-put!” with Phil suddenly havng an adult son, but it certainly makes sense for him to be here rather than dead/crippled Phil.

Of course he gets defeated, but the girls are suspicious of Luke and decide to turn him to the sheriff in Liberty... which turns out to be abandoned. But not completely.

You will naver guess who’s there. You probably already know, it’s going to be one of Lucky Luke’s old foes, but which one? Billy Kid? Jesse James? Pat Poker? Our four beautiful idiots?

Oh, no. None of them. It’s actually...

Of all the Lucky Luke villains I didn’t expect to see JOSS FUCKING JAMON! This is the guy who appeared back in 1958 and has never reappeared since. But here he is, alongside with his gang that is also pretty accurate:

The big guy and the farmer guy are here too, see:

Not only that, but they are joined by...

I don’t remember there being any Dick Dalton in the comics, but I can see the resamblance. His face looks like more rounded version of classical Dalton face. He’s even more similar in daylight:

See, Classic Dalton attire (aside from prison stripes, that is).

Anyways, the plot of original comic with Joss Jamon - Lucky Luke vs. Joss Jamon - got kickstarted by him and his gang attacking the town of Los Peltos; and then framing Luke for it. To not get hanged, Luke promised the townspeople that he will catch the Jamon gang within six months.

There is also a plot point where Joss Jamon - being a new mayor of certain town at the border - proposes a reward for Lucky Luke, so I guess choosing Joss Jamon as the antagonist here is meaningful in some way.

Especially because there is actually a trial of Lucky Luke in Lucky Luke vs. Joss Jamon... a trial where the jury consists of bandits - the Daltons, Jesse James, Billy Kid...

But you know, there are actually couple of stories in which the bad guys frame Luke for their crimes or the people in town throw him into arrest for some odd reason. Hell, even in Apache Canyon Patronimo accuses Luke of lying, because of things the other “palefaces” were doing; and punishes him for it.

And you know, I’ve got a feeling that Wanted: Lucky Luke referances all of this - Phil Wire, Patronimo, Joss Jamon - because, on the one hand, Luke is supposed to be this paragon of virtue (and Doc Wedensday’s subplot in The Man Who Shot Lucky Luke was all about preserving these qualities of poor lonesome cowboy) and Phil Wire and original Daltons’ fate was specifically altered to express it; but on the other hand his oppontents blame him for many things and they want to punish him.

And do you remember what was the original motivation for Joe, Jack, William and Averell Dalton to get on Luke in Dalton Cousins?

For bandits Lucky Luke isn’t blameless. For them he is actually the bad guy.

And at first, when I saw Dick Dalton, I thought he had the same motivation - to avenge Bill, Bob Grat and Emmet Daltons. There was even a moment when I thought he was supposed to be Joe Jack, William and Averell combined into one. But it was something else entirely.

Anyway, we will go back to Daltons shortly. Let’s back to the topic of familiar faces.

When it seems that Luke will get torn apart by various parties who want to get him (Joss Jamon, Patronimo, son of Phil, the sisters), finally a cavalry arrives. And at this point I was expecting to see the the commander of the Twentieth Cavalry but no, I’ve got a different colonel Luke had worked with.

It’s colonel O’Nollan from Apache Canyon.

I guess, if we’ve got Patronimo, we may as well get the guy who was fighting with him (also because O’Nollan was looking for his son, kidnapped by Apaches). But this time colonel decides to negotiate with Patronimo, which is nice.

And when O’Nollan is going to take Luke to prison, it turns out that Dick Dalton fabricated the wanted posters so the other bandits will be more eager to help Dick to catch Lucky Luke; and then Dick would give Luke to Joe Dalton.

(A side note - I really like Luke’s response here.)

Okay, one last detail, before I will finish this really long post. There are moments when one of the girls - Cherry - looks like “the bride of Lucky Luke”, miss Jenny.

(Or maybe it’s just my apophenia.)

Anyway, this comicbook is amazing and I want Bonhomme to make more.

[lovesanmotion]

yandere!fanboy!ateez reacts: to you working with a male idol

This is: requested |  💌 REQUESTS: open

Hongjoong: 

He was aware that his Y/N has been cited by a few male celebrities as their crush. And Hongjoong agrees to that, who wouldn’t fall in love with a woman like Y/N? But he couldn’t help but get mad at the fact that these men should keep their distances from you. They are nowhere close to you, they don’t know like how he knows you. 

When the news of you joining a blind date cafe released this morning, Hongjoong spat his milk and could feel his blood boil. He clicks all the articles that were posted a few seconds ago only to calm down a bit after. He thought that you were going to a blind date cafe when in fact you would be working as a staff in the cafe. A sigh of relief escaped his lips before he takes another gulp on his milk carton, admiring the photos of you that the press released. 

Seonghwa: 

While his parents were away, Seonghwa made himself comfortable in the living room. With the remote control in his hand, he flipped through the channels, but none of them had you in it. He stopped at a certain channel as he saw you in a jeans cf. His heart raced at how beautiful yet sexy you looked. He was in awe until he saw Monsta X’s Minhyuk come into the frame with you. He didn’t like how close you two got or how intimate you both looked at each other. In rage, Seonghwa went to the kitchen to take his mother’s meat hammer before swinging it to the screen of the television numerous times. 

He stopped when his hand went inside the now broken television and how shards of glass stabbed on the skin of his wrists. He panted slowly before going back to the kitchen to clean the hammer and his hand before buying another television. 

Yunho: 

You and Enhypen’s Heeseung partnered for a smartphone advertisement and CF. Apart from the CF, the smartphone company created a two minute song that would turn into an MV and be released as soon as production finishes. And when the MV and CF came out, Yunho did not like what he was seeing. 

It was supposed to be a smartphone CF but why on earth is Heeseung on top of you? He was fuming mad that he left negative comments on the platform and went to sleep. When the sun rose the following day, the news of you and Heeseung going for a fansign rolled in. To enter, customers must own the following smartphone series’, to which Yunho was lucky that he owns not one, but two of them! That meant that Yunho was eligible for two free tickets to enter the said event. 

“Hello, I’m a fan!” Yunho spoke to Heeseung, handing to him the free poster that was meant to be signed. “I saw the MV and CF and you looked really good!” Yunho smiles widely. “Really good to throw my fist on your stupid face.” Yunho chuckles. At that moment, Heeseung is already feeling uneasy. “Do me a favor and get away from Y/N alright? The MV and CF were only a success because of Y/N. You? No one even knows you. Take my advice, leave the brand.” 

The following day, Heeseung terminated his contract with the smartphone brand. 

Yeosang: 

Little baby is so ecstatic that you landed yourself on your first ever movie. But his happiness was cut short when he learned that you were paired with UP10TION’s Wooseok and that the movie tackles toxic and abusive teenage relationships and sex. That night he worked on creating dozens of accounts to stop the production of the film. Creating hashtags and template emails all night because he didn’t like how his Y/N would show her body for thousand’s to see. 

Despite his drastic efforts to stop the film, the staffs and management carried on until the end. Yeosang didn’t like how they carried on and didn’t like how the movie teasers came out. And so on the night before the movie was to be premiered, Yeosang stabbed about seven staffs from the cinema, broke all equipment and deleted all the finished files of the film before running away. 

Up until this date, no one knows who did it and the film was never redone. 

San: 

San knew that you love using Skin Sweet and Care* products. You said so during Starlight’s 24 Hour Relay Cam! Would ever doubt San? He makes a list of all the products that you use, purchases them and adds them in his museum of you. As much as you love the said product, the company decided to sign you and Stray Kids’ Hyunjin, Minho and Felix. He scoffed at the idea, ‘My Y/N alone can increase the sales of the brand’ he thought to himself. 

So when the CF came out, San was very furious. It ended up with you trying on three different shades of lipstick and had to kiss each member. The viewers find the CF cute but for San, he wanted to see blood. That night, he made a couple arrangements and went to Gangnam. Killing Hyunjin, Minho and Felix when they were left in their dorms, applying the shade of lipstick on their lips before he leaves their dorms, untraced. 

* - fake and made up brand 

Mingi: 

Big baby is so happy that you are casted on your very first drama. He knows that this casting call mean so much to you as you have expressed your desire to venture into acting. And now here you are casted. He learned that the drama you were casted into is a webtoon turned drama called “Untouchable” and the leading guy was to be played by none other than Ong Seongwoo. 

Mingi didn’t like how you were going to be casted as the one who has to be clingy and in love with the male character. He went on each of his social media platform to talk negatively about it - how much of a bad choice the crew made (except Y/N of course). 

And when the following morning came, the news of the drama was called to have been cancelled. 

Wooyoung: 

He knew that you and Victon’s Seungwoo are paired for a duo by VS Media and Cube Ent. He already had an idea that you and Seungwoo are going to be formed just like Troublemaker. And when the MV came out, he was right and mad all along. 

He didn’t like how intimate the two of you got, how you almost wear nothing in the video and the awful amount of how many times you and Seungwoo kissed. Wooyoung was so mad that he tried to hack the systems to delete the song, purchased a few information before heading out to the night. 

The following day, the news of Seungwoo passing away and the song being deleted were in the headlines. 

Jongho: 

Jongho didn’t like how you and Lai Guanlin were paired as the first couple ever since We Got Married came back on screen. He needed to act quick since the start of filming would happen next week. And so he made nuemerous accounts to cause fanwars between Y/N’s fans and Guanlin’s fans online. 

The following day, the hashtags for #WeGotMarried #YN and #Guanlin are trending first in Naver and Twitter Worldwide. It didn’t take awhile before the producers of the show released a statement that the show would be cancelled.

[yuki-tsunodas]

The Player's Tribune: I will never forget the tears I shed that day

Article published 25 March 2021, originally written by Yuki Tsunoda in Japanese.

I translated the article with help from Google Translate and Naver Translator + my own interpretations of their rubbish translating, so apologies in advance for any mistakes! Anything I had trouble translating will be bolded with a (?) next to it!!

　I think that was the last time I cried in frustration, in regret.

　Four years ago, I was only 16 years old and was a student at Suzuka Circuit Racing School. It was the final selection to join Honda's Driver Development Program. If I pass, I can run in Japanese F4 the following year, but if I failed...I was thinking of quitting racing at that time.

　Now, I'm standing at the entrance of the stage called F1. Looking back, that was the turning point of my life.

　Of course, I didn't know if I would pass that year's trial because there were not only those who had already run in F4 but also some drivers who had come back from overseas.

　However, I've been racing in karts since I was four years old, and I've been doing well. That year, I was the youngest ever podium finisher in my debut race in the Japanese F4 championship, which allowed me to participate in the spot (?) race, and won the Super FJ Japan's first championship. At the selection test, there were good results until the final round of selection, and I was in a position to compete for first and second place overall. So I thought I could afford to make a big mistake in the final selection, and I was confident that I would still be in the top two in the end.

　I am a strong driver. But if you can't get results here or if you can't fascinate the judges with your running, it's already known (?). So I was prepared to give up my racing career if it didn't work. I think there were many other routes to go, such as running in other training programs or non-formal races, but I don't like it when it's not the direction I want to go. I decided to live a different life rather than to do it half-heartedly.

　However, the worst result awaited. At that time, I was very weak mentally and, of all things, it showed in the final round. Even before the race, I found myself tense and stiff. My fingertips were also stiff. I was not my usual self. I started like that, but suddenly I was flying...I had to drive through the pitlane and then rejoin the course. I felt like I was running alone, far away from the previous group. I felt sorry for myself, and I didn't even feel like running anymore. As a result, the points in that race were almost zero, and Tsunoda lost in the final round.

　I was so frustrated that tears welled up naturally on the train home. It was the first time since I started racing in earnest. I was the youngest among the participants, but I was shocked because I was confident that I wouldn't lose, and I couldn't imagine anything even if I tried to think about the future. I still remember clearly that I was so depressed that I didn't even want to see my parents on my way home from the Shinkansen.

　But there was only one faint hope. That was what the then Honda F4 coach said in an interview after the screening.

　"As a training driver for Honda, you will not be able to participate in the race next year, since the Formula 4 Honda has four cars. Maybe I can put you in one of the remaining two cars running as Suzuka Racing School."

　That was because former Formula One driver Satoru Nakajima recommended me. Mr. Nakajima was the principal of the school at that time, and at the time of the final selection, he was watching us run in the final chicane.

　I was given a penalty at the start, and I was racing without emotion, but I was running hard so that I wouldn't regret it. Through the visor, I saw Satoshi Nakajima standing in the final corner. I didn't want to show Mr. Nakajima a careless run. It was a hopeless ranking, but I thought I should not give up until the end and keep running toward the group in front of me. Then the road opened.

　In 2017, Suzuka Racing decided to enter me into F4 instead of making me a training driver. Then, I suddenly ranked 3rd overall in the annual overall ranking, and the following year in 2018, I was selected as a Honda Formula Dream Project driver, and was able to become the champion.

　It's all because I was frustrated at that final selection.

　The most unusual thing is that I think it's mental. Until I had a setback, I had a feeling that I would do well until the end without doing anything. I knew I wasn't good at starting even though I failed in the previous round, and I had time to practice before that, but I didn't. There was something sweet about overconfidence. And at that time, I was afraid of making mistakes, so I didn't know how to grow up.

　After failing the selection, I realized that I was still not perfect and that I had to be faster. I realized that it is important to make a lot of mistakes without fear of making mistakes, and to make new discoveries and grow from there. Therefore, I didn't feel impatient when I didn't get points as I wanted in the early part of the F3 and F2 seasons last year after I went abroad. Rather, there was no hesitation in the process of making a lot of mistakes first and learning a lot from them.

　Takuma Sato, a former Formula One driver, now driving in Indycar, is famous for saying, "No attack, no chance," but I think that's exactly right. If you don't try beyond the limits of any sport, you won't find the future, and if you don't try, you'll stop there. Therefore, even if there are times when I make mistakes or get no results, I don't feel strangely distressed. Even if you make a mistake, it's up to you to take it. Mistakes make me want to investigate the cause. If you think that you can overcome it, you can be faster than if you regret the mistake, and you can always face it positively.

　Now that I can race in F1, I feel grateful to my parents. I've liked to move since I was a child, and I played swimming, soccer, mountain biking, and also, not sports, but piano. Now that I think about it, I feel that my father and mother were letting me do what I was interested in. And the reason why I started driving karts was also influenced by my father. My father liked motorsports and played gym carna himself. One day, at the circuit venue I was taken to, I was allowed to drive a real cart. That was the first time. Actually, I also experienced a pocket bike at that time, but after trying two, I said, "The kart is more fun." I don't really remember at all (lol).

　But there were times I got sick of karts...

　For example, when I was about seven years old. When I was playing a game while waiting at the track, my father told me to "focus more on the race," and my game was taken away, and I felt like, "I don't like it anymore." Then my father became getting tougher and tougher on me to improve me, and he scolded me for many things. To be honest, I didn't really appreciate my father until I was 15, and there was a time when I hated him. 'This is "The Rebellion Period".' I think I was in the middle of it.

　Not only my father but also my mother was strict in terms of academic matters. I was always told to study in case I didn't succeed in motorsports. My junior high school was not a public school (?), so after the race, I would go home on the day, get ready for school, go to school, study, and take the test. To be honest, it was hard and I never liked it, but I continued to study anyway.

　At that time, I couldn't thank my parents, but now I have the opposite feelings. I think I am what I am now thanks to their harshness, scolding, and teaching me a lot of things back then. Thank you so much.

　I didn't expect to be able to get to F1 this quickly. Not only are there few Japanese drivers, but they are also those taking the shorter route compared to foreign drivers.

　When I first went to see F1 at Fuji Speedway at the age of seven, Lewis Hamilton and Fernando Alonso were running. At that time, I wasn't longing for it, but I thought "I wanted to race with drivers like this someday", and those feelings are still the same. Hamilton is already a legend, and it's an honor to run with him, but when I get on the circuit, both Hamilton and Alonso are just drivers. Think of them as enemies.

　It's the same for Max Verstappen, who I think is the fastest and strongest opponent in Formula One, and Pierre Gasly, who's my teammate in Alpha Tauri. I want to know as soon as possible how well I can handle Verstappen and how well I can compete. Gasly was active in Japan's top-category, Super Formula, when I was running in Japanese F4, and I hope I can learn a lot of things from him, but I think he's also my biggest rival that I have to beat someday because we're in the same machine.

　'In the world of F1, "speed" is ultimately required.' No matter how fast you say you are, if you show off your speed, you can make an impact, and if you have speed, you can get back in front in the second half even if you were overtaken or separated from the pack in the beginning of the race. However, it is actually the most difficult to show "speed" in a situation like this. My biggest strength is speed, so in addition to that, I want to learn more of what I lack.

　Come to think of it, at an online conference held this off-season, my goal came out big like, "I'll be a Formula One champion more than seven times, the most ever tied," but that's not what I meant.

　I haven't done a single race in Formula One yet, so I can't say that (bitter smile).

　What I'm thinking about right now is to give the best performance I have in the first race, and to get as many points as possible throughout the season. Just like F2, even if you go up to F1, you will make a lot of mistakes from the beginning to the middle of the season, but I want to learn a lot by making new discoveries there. After saying such a thing at the press conference, there was a question like, "What is Tsunoda's ambition?" So I replied, "Maybe I'll win the championship seven times like Lewis Hamilton?" which became a big headline.To be exact, I really want to concentrate on everything in front of me now, and I hope that my ambition will come true as a result of that accumulated effort.

　What kind of scene will I see in the future? I want to improve my ability and become a race driver representing the F1 world, and I think it will be a different pressure and motivation, so the expectations of the fans may be even higher.

　That's why I want to never forget how I felt when I drove in Formula One for the first time in 2021. I want to cherish the current feelings of a rookie and continue to make mistakes to my heart's content, learn a lot from them, and enjoy them.

　I don't think I'll shed tears like I did four years ago in the final selection. I will never forget the tears I shed that day. But if I were to cry from now on, what kind of tears would I have...?

　I think it's realistic to say when I first win the championship. It's very difficult to get to Formula One, but it's going to be a tough road ahead. It's really hard to win, so if I'm going to shed tears, it's probably not "regretful tears" but "happy tears".

[bbugyu]

hi! could i request a jeonghan enemies (or friends that bicker a lot) to lovers? ty and i love ur writing !!

i am so glad you requested this because i have had this in the works for so long that i had to throw it into a case converter because it had capitalization and i was Not gonna finish it if i had to type it proper (i'm a fucking gremlin ok)

thank u for reading my work and thank u for giving me the perfect excuse to be hopelessly in love with jeonghan!!!!

falling + yoon jeonghan

finally, he thought. someone on his level. what’s the catch?

part one | part two

wc.10009 (fuckin oops) | fluff, humor, uni/coffeeshop/enemies to lovers au, gender neutral reader, slow burn, drinking, like lk too much drinking, swearing, throwing it back to sistar, copious argumentive flirting, everyone is MEAN but like in a funny way, bff!mingyu, it's your resident mingyuzi shipper, the only person more of a little shit than jeonghan is y/n

i used to be a barista and i would get exceptionally hateful towards customers for really stupid reasons and the only thing that could stop it is if they were really hot. this seems to hold great jeonghan energy. also i made y/n, like, mean as hell. like not actually mean but like. Mean. sorry. also all bars mentioned are real bars on capital hill in seattle that i love so if you recognize them that’s why. enjoy this enemies to lovers courtship.

*

you were pretentious, jeonghan thought. you acted like you were better than everyone else, and he hated that he had yet to find a reason to call you wrong.

he saw you almost every day during the week, between the class you shared on tuesdays and thursdays, and the cafe he worked in that you frequented to study. your demeanor was always polite, but what most people would describe as cold. you had caught his attention the first day of the semester, something about you seemed familiar, but he couldn't place it until he made your coffee the next day. you usually sat in the row in front of him, a few seats over, and he would chew on his cheek and wonder how you could sit back in your chair, arms crossed and eyes hardly opened, but still get the highest essay scores in the class. at the end of lecture, after he was done spending all his brain power stewing about your ability to succeed in visual culture without really trying, he would text his friend that took the class last quarter and ask, panic stricken, if he still had his notes, the irony of the situation completely lost on him.

at the cafe, you would come in, order an americano, and sit yourself in a well lit corner to work on your classes for a few hours, the coffee mostly undisturbed on the table beside your favorite armchair, then leave. there was never a smile on your face, and you were always alone. jeonghan watched the ice in your americano melt, watering down the coffee he made. maybe he had let the shots of espresso sit too long before saving them. maybe he let them burn on purpose just to see the face you made. but alas, you hadn't even put the metal straw to your lips. he wondered why you even ordered a coffee if you weren’t going to reap the benefit.

joshua spotted him leaning against the counter as he came out of the kitchen and laughed, setting down the freshly washed milk pitchers. “ask them out.”

he stood up straight. “why?”

“why not? you clearly like them.”

“i really don’t,” jeonghan laughed. “you’re crazy for thinking i do.”

joshua rolled his eyes. “no one spends as much time as you do staring at another person if they don’t find them at least a little attractive. have you ever even talked to them? outside of taking their order?”

he hesitated. “no?”

“so what if they’re actually really wonderful and you have a lot in common?”

“as if.”

“wow,” joshua said, leaning against the counter. “i can’t believe yoon jeonghan is afraid to talk to his crush.”

jeonghan shoved his friend's shoulder, giving him a look. “absolutely not. i'm 99% sure they're a pretentious asshole.”

he crossed his arms. “what does that make you?”

“shut up.”

“whatever, han. i’m just saying it’s kind of pretentious to hate someone solely because they don’t smile wide enough for you when they’re saying thanks.”

“it’s not that hard!” jeonghan said, maybe a little too loud. “i don’t wanna smile either, shua! but i do it! so can they!!”

joshua laughed. “lower your voice and go say hi, you freak.”

much to his chagrin, jeonghan got shoved towards your spot in the cafe with the front of the tables needing to get wiped down. he looked at joshua and seokmin with a furrowed brow as he wrung the towel, both of them giving him thumbs ups with wide grins. begrudgingly, he slowly made his way over to you.

“hey,” jeonghan said, doing his best to project something other than the absolute turmoil going on inside his head. you looked up from your textbook, pulling the earbud out of your ear. “why don’t you drink the coffee?”

you furrowed your brow and looked at your untouched americano. “i- uh, what?”

“you never drink the coffee,” he repeated, nodding at the glass. “why do you get it anyways?”

you blinked up at him. “are you offended that i’m not drinking your coffee?”

he almost laughed at the look of disbelief you were giving him. “no, i just don’t get why you waste the money here if you don’t even need the caffeine.”

“it’s cheaper to buy an americano than it is to rent a stall at a study cafe,” you said, habitually hitting save on your notes document. “why are you so worried about me, yoon jeonghan?”

he faltered, surprised. “you know me?”

“nametag,” you didn't miss a beat, pointing at his chest and giggling. “do you know me?”

jeonghan’s lip twitched, feeling almost embarrassed by not thinking of his own nametag, and definitely not an involuntary reaction to seeing you smile for the first time. “uh, yeah. we have a class together,” he said as casually as possible as he folded the washcloth in his hands. “visual culture.”

you nodded, looking into space for a moment. “hmm. weren’t you also in child psych with professor moon last winter?”

he blinked back at you. “yeah? you were in that class?”

you nodded, holding in a laugh. “yeah, yoon jeonghan. i was. head in the clouds?”

for some reason, the way you said his full name made his ears heat up. “maybe you were easy to forget,” he said dismissively, even though you both knew that wasn't the case. “isn’t it better to study in a library? that one’s free.”

“there’s never any open tables at the library,” you said, unfurling your legs and sitting straight, textbook in your lap. “and the chairs are uncomfortable, unlike this armchair. and people usually don’t bother me here.”

jeonghan sighed. “well, if you’re insistent on going to a cafe, there’s one down the street with a better espresso bean and it’s less busy. less people to bother you and a better tasting americano that you won’t drink.”

you cocked your head, closing your laptop. “is that an invitation?”

and for the first time, you saw jeonghan stutter. “n-no? just a suggestion. i think it’s cheaper, too-”

“don’t you work here?” you asked, eyes shining. “shouldn’t you be happy i’m wasting my money here?”

he eyed you, beginning to turn his body to leave the conversation. “do whatever you want. i’m not your dad.”

you grinned, leaning forward in your chair. “are you busy after class tomorrow?”

“why?”

“i need you to show me where this cafe is.”

jeonghan sighed. “can’t you just look it up? cafe nomu.” he wrote the characters with his finger in the air. “no-mu. use naver.”

“i get lost easily,” you said, standing up. jeonghan wondered if you were telling the truth. “we can go together?”

jeonghan watched you pack up your things, confused. “why?”

you paused, looking at him. “why not?”

he was getting real sick of people asking him why not.

“did i drive you away?” he asked instead, nodding at your now packed bag.

“no, i was headed out soon anyways.” you swung the bag over your shoulder and picked up the untouched americano. “do you want this?”

jeonghan couldn’t help but scoff as you handed him the glass that had been the subject of his staring all afternoon. “you can't be serious.”

you grinned and patted his shoulder. “i’m y/n, by the way. i’ll see you in class?”

he squinted at you as you walked away, suddenly confused by the quick succession of questions you had thrown back and forth. you were cute, sure, and his distaste for you was misplaced, perhaps, but he couldn't help the annoyance that bubbled up in him as you sauntered out of the cafe like you had won a debate. he walked back to the counter and set down the americano, an excited seokmin waiting for him.

“so?” he grabbed the glass and dumped it in the sink behind the counter. “how’d it go?”

jeonghan looked at the door you had left out of. “i think i just got asked out.”

“what?” seokmin’s hands made fists in front of him while he grinned. “y/n did? are you serious? you said yes, right?”

“not really,” he replied, looking back at the younger and exhaling deeply. “but i don’t think i can avoid it.”

you had known of yoon jeonghan for a while. a class here and there, a few mutual friends, and of course at the cafe. but the night you learned his name really stuck out to you, when he had been singing at a karaoke bar right after finals last quarter.

it was common to celebrate the end of finals week with partying and drinking, and your friends had invited you out to barhop until the sun came up. you started at a dance club, had way too much rum at a hula themed place, took tequila shots at a gay bar, then landed at a karaoke bar with a can of beer in your fist and a grin on your face. your friends liked to sing, so you had fun encouraging them to get on the slightly raised stage and show their chops. 

“no, no, no,” mingyu said, grabbing your hands as you tried to push him towards the dj. “no way, i recognize the names on the list. there’s real singers here.”

you looked at the screen that displayed the queue. “what do you mean? who?”

“that guy,” mingyu said, pointing at the screen easily, despite you having to crane your neck to even view it. “no way. he’s in jihoon’s band, i’m not following that guy.”

“hangguk’s angel yoon jeonghan,” you read, squinting. “sounds like a pretentious asshole.”

mingyu laughed. “wait til you hear his voice, you’ll see how he got the name.”

"y/n's right," jun interjected, leaning heavily against the standing table your quad squad had claimed, pouring more soju for himself and whoever would claim the other glass. "he is a pretentious asshole."

you pointed at him, brows raised at mingyu. "jun is never wrong."

mingyu rolled his eyes. "pretentious assholes can still sound like angels."

“where the fuck have you been,” you asked, startled by your third and final friend suddenly appearing beside you.

“around,” vernon said, sipping at the nondescript brown liquid in his glass through a bright pink straw. he laughed when you quirked an eyebrow at him. “soonyoung’s here with his posse, he caught me while i was getting another drink.”

“see!” mingyu shook your shoulder, nearly choking after downing jun’s companion shot. “i told you! jihoon’s band.”

you whacked his bicep. “who cares? just go queue a rap song or something, you pussy.”

the singers cycled through and you cheered on many of your fellow drunk university students as they sang with no remorse. jun dragged you onto the tiny dancefloor and forced you to help him hype up soonyoung - his dance team captain - as he screamed along to hurricane. then one of vernon's friends performed a near flawless rendition of shake it by sistar after yelling something about bringing the summer to this cold winter night, earning him a cheering and dancing crowd, and you had known far more of the choreo than you had thought. mingyu was whooping and hollering at you playfully every time you threw your ass out to the song, and he only got louder when jun and vernon did their best to follow along with you, and you had almost forgotten about the name that everyone insisted was to be feared.

“that guy?” you asked, the self-proclaimed angel stepping onto the stage. you recognized him immediately. “that’s my barista.”

mingyu made a noise that almost resembled whistling, if he had been capable of doing so. “i should start studying with you next quarter.”

and when he sang, it clicked. despite the tonal difference, you couldn't help but become enthralled by his voice. gyu was right. pretentious assholes could still sound like angels, and perhaps that was by design.

his voice drifted through your head again when you noticed him in your visual culture class, seated and giggling at his phone on the first day of the quarter. 

"you have another class with him?" mingyu groaned a week later, walking beside you. "why you? why aren’t there hot guys in my major?"

"because pre-med kids are too busy to be hot."

he gave you a look. "damn, okay. like, you're not wrong, but damn."

you rolled your eyes. "don't act like you don't love being the pre-med heartthrob. you would be pissed if you had competition."

"anyways, are you gonna ask him out?"

you pause at the stop light to wait for your turn to cross, turning towards him. "why would i do that?"

“because he’s hangguk’s angel yoon jeong-honey voice,” mingyu said, moving his head as he dramatically pronounced each syllable in your face. “if you’re not already in love with him, you will be soon, and it sounds like fate's trying to bring you together. didn’t you say he’s your barista?”

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, and his americanos suck now. i don’t even drink it when he makes them anymore.”

he looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. “what the hell? why do you still go there, then?”

you pouted. “it’s quiet and there’s a comfy armchair.”

weeks passed, and you continued to spot jeonghan in your class when you arrived, hearing the faint sound of his singing voice in your head. when he took your order at the cafe, he had a vague snottiness to his voice, and while you absolutely believed that this was the same person as the one you saw sing a soft love ballad with a sobering intensity at two in the morning, you still struggled to connect it to the one you watched run off the stage, immediately curling into himself and laughing with his friends in embarrassment.

you became more and more fascinated by yoon jeonghan as time passed, but his americanos continued to suck. so when he suggested a cafe with better espresso, you lit up. and when he got flustered, letting down his guard unintentionally, you lit up even more. that was the drunk, embarrassed boy you had seen, pink faced and giggling as he hid behind his friends.

jeonghan sat in his usual seat in class, anxiously glancing up at the door every time a group of people entered the lecture hall. when you arrived, your usual minute before the turn of the hour, he rubbed his palms against his sweats. the sweats that he had worn with the specific intention of making sure you didn't think he was trying too hard to look nice around you. despite that fact, part of him still felt annoyed that you were also dressed down, swimming in a hoodie several sizes too big for you. he tried to make sense of the sudden nerves he had, but not once did he consider they were because he thought you were disgustingly adorable.

instead of taking your usual spot, you marched right up to jeonghan’s table and grinned. “is this seat taken?”

he blinked at you. “yes.”

you laughed and slid into the seat beside him anyways, ignoring the dagger stare from a girl across the room that usually sat beside jeonghan silently. “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“how do you expect me to react? you’ve never even smiled at me before yesterday.”

shrugging, you put your bag on the table and leaned back in your seat, assuming your usual position for this particular class. “you didn’t deserve it before yesterday.”

jeonghan wanted to argue with you, but the professor cleared his throat and introduced the subject of the lecture.

after only ten minutes, jeonghan could have sworn he heard you snoring. he poked your shoulder with his pen.

you looked over at him, eyebrow quirked. you mouthed a “what” at him.

he exhaled suddenly, mouth forming a vague smile more in disbelief than from being entertained. he seemed annoyed with you, despite the fact that he was the one interrupting your allocated meditation time. he leaned forward, turning his body towards you and spoke in a hushed tone. “how can you do that every day and still be top of the class?”

you mirrored his body language, leaning forward over the desk and resting your cheek on a fist, speaking in the same hushed tone. “visual culture is subjective. as long as you understand the concept; i-e, how we as humans visually design the world around us and how that becomes an important aspect of our place in nature, in the universe, in existence, etcetera; then you can write about literally anything. my last essay was about skate parks. the more opinionated the essay, the better score you get.” you pointed a finger at the man speaking at the front of the class. “i watched the prof’s ted talk before the quarter started - every lecture is just a regurgitation of the same concepts. it’s an easy a, as long as you have strong opinions.”

jeonghan stared at you for what felt like an eternity. “you do seem like you have strong opinions.”

“and you don’t, yoon jeonghan?”

he supposed he couldn’t argue with that, but it still frustrated him to no end that you had found some kind of loophole that he had missed. you gamed the system better than he could, and he had been stuck pouring over his friend’s notes from the previous quarter and bullshitting some essays about architecture that he didn't give a shit about. and so, instead of spending his whole class stewing like he normally did, he decided to waste no time adopting your approach, pulling his sweatshirt hood over his head and catching up on some missed sleep. when he woke up again, it was to your prodding finger.

“what time is it,” he said immediately, squinting at his surroundings. he suddenly remembered he was in class as he saw fellow students packing up their things and filing out. he looked at you, blinking at your grinning face.

“time for coffee,” you said, tugging on the drawstrings of the light blue hoodie he wore. “did you have any sweet dreams?”

jeonghan shoved his blank notebook into the tote bag he used for classes and stood. “of course not.”

“i did,” you said, throwing your bag over your shoulder and following him down the hall steps. “i dreamt you paid at the cafe.”

he turned, eyeing your shiteating grin from behind his hood. “yeah, keep dreaming.”

“worth a shot,” you said, trotting down beside him. “so, what’s your major, yoon jeonghan?”

he rolled his eyes, almost forgetting about your habit of calling him by his full name. “do you really care?”

“what else are we gonna talk about, my drinking problem?”

despite himself, jeonghan laughed, looking over at you as you left the lecture hall. “maybe! how bad is it?”

you grinned, feeling successful from making him break his serious persona. “wouldn’t you like to know.”

he clicked his tongue, pushing open the doors of the social studies building. “no fun.”

“you’ll have to invite me to a bar next time,” you said, following after him out the door into the sunshine that cascaded over the quad. it was a beautiful spring day, but a bit chilly, and you shoved your hands into your sweatshirt pocket.

“hmm,” jeonghan said, letting his blue hood fall off his head as he stretched in the sun. “i only really go to one bar.”

you watched him bask for a moment, wondering how many sides of him you had yet to see. his hair was dark, but the lighter chocolate tones reflected in the sun. “bet i can guess which one.”

jeonghan paused on the sidewalk, making you walk ahead of him a couple steps before you turned towards him questioningly. “okay, yeah. guess. you won’t get it.”

you size him up a moment, taking his words as a challenge. “if i guess right, you buy coffee?”

he exhaled, an amused smile on his face. “why are you so obsessed with me buying you coffee?”

“it tastes better free.”

“okay, fine. but if you’re wrong, you buy.”

you groaned. “do you know how many bars are in this city? that doesn’t seem fair.”

jeonghan resumed walking, gesturing for you to guess. “i’ll give you three tries.”

you chewed your cheek, trying to conceal your sly grin. “okay, three tries. deal?”

he nodded. you made it way too easy for him to win. “deal.”

“let me think.” jeonghan watched your feet fall easily into step beside him. “what bar has a stupid gimmick you would be into... pie bar?”

he shook his head, almost laughing at your teasing. “i’ve been there before, but it's not really my thing.”

you exhaled sharply. “shouldn’t that count for a stick of gum or something?” jeonghan laughed, insisting that this was an all or nothing situation. “then i give up.”

“you can’t give up!” jeonghan said. “you said deal. no going back.”

“fine," you pouted. "why can't i remember any bar names? uhh, r place?”

he stopped. “the gay club?”

you stopped, looking at him expectantly. “well?”

jeonghan laughed as he walked again. “no, not r place. jesus. you have one last chance. i’m really excited to order something expensive today.”

you chewed your cheek. “where would someone like yoon jeonghan go to drink… hanguk’s angel yoon jeonghan…”

he stopped in his tracks. “what did you just say?”

you tapped on your chin with a finger, arms crossed. “yoon jeong-honey voice… where would someone like him go? maybe… a karaoke bar?”

“hey, hey-” jeonghan pointed at you accusingly. “are you serious? you’ve seen me?”

“hmm,” you continued, laughing as you avoided his gaze. “oh, i know! the rockbox!”

“yah!” jeonghan was laughing, pointing at you in disbelief. “what the hell! this isn’t fair!”

“you said deal, no going back.” you grinned in victory. “wow, maybe i’ll order something expensive. i can’t believe i won.”

jeonghan’s tongue ran over his teeth as he watched you giggle and happily trot ahead of him. “fine, fine. you win. when did you see me there?”

“after winter finals,” you said, cheesing. “i was there with friends and you sang.”

he tutted. “damn. did i just miss you or did you not sing?”

“i don’t sing,” you said, smiling as he continued walking with you. “my friends do, though. and i was forced to be in soonyoung’s hype squad for hurricane.”

jeonghan clapped suddenly, remembering in his perhaps too drunk stupor that seungcheol had pointed you out, calling you “the cutie that keeps looking at him.” he had, admittedly, checked you out, despite the fact that he had been too embarrassed by his too-serious song to go and talk to you, and he had thought you looked familiar. “oh my god! yes! i did see you! how do you know soonyoung?”

“mutual friends,” you said. “chwe hansol?

he nodded. “we’ve met once, i think. were you there with junhui?”

“yeah, actually,” you said, remembering the opinion of jeonghan your friend had volunteered up for you. “how do you know him?”

“i haven’t talked to him a lot directly, but i know both his roommates pretty well,” jeonghan said. "we do music together.”

“ah, yes,” you nodded in recollection, but refusing to acknowledge how insanely pretentious it was of him to say something like we do music together. “jihoon’s unnamed but immensely prolific band.”

he rolled his eyes. “why is it jihoon’s band? why can’t it be jeonghan’s band?”

“don’t ask me,” you said, putting up hands in innocence. “i didn’t even know it existed until that night. mingyu wouldn’t shut up about it.”

the name sounded familiar to jeonghan, but he moved on as the two of you reached a stop light. “do you go there a lot? or was that a one time thing?”

you eyed him. “this is starting to sound like an invitation, hannie.”

he didn’t comment on the nickname, despite the weird way his arms tingled at it. “you should learn what an invitation actually sounds like. you tend to assume a lot.”

you laughed heartily, and jeonghan ignored the way his stomach flitted while you started to cross the street. “call it wishful thinking, but i think i get you, yoon jeonghan.”

“the hell is that supposed to mean?”

you never answered his question, but grinned instead, which gave jeonghan a sense of unease and a touch of curiosity. as he led you to cafe nomu, he caught himself smiling. laughing. enjoying your company and conversation.

maybe shua hadn’t been completely off base.

by the time jeonghan had realized that his feelings towards you might have evolved from vague malice into something more akin to genuine interest, he was pushing open the door to the cafe for you and mentally double checking that he had put on deodorant that morning, cursing his inability to control his own nerves. ah, he thought. that explained the weird feeling he got waiting for you in class, too. and why he got flustered the day before at his work. he only snapped out of his crowded mind when he heard you ordering an iced americano.

“and for you?”

jeonghan blinked at you, then at the barista that was addressing him. “make that two.”

“thank you for the coffee,” you said, pressing your hands together as he inserted his card.

he waved you off, chuckling, but kept his eyes as far from yours as he could. “a deal is a deal.”

you looked around the quiet cafe, quickly scoping out the seat options as jeonghan accepted the buzzer for your order. he thought it was a little silly, considering the two of you were half of the customers in the cafe currently, but said nothing as he turned it over in his fingers, standing next to you.

“there?” you asked, pointing at a table by a window.

jeonghan bit his cheek, thinking about how joshua would likely be walking down this street to go to his shift, if he had one. “yeah, wherever.”

you were already on your way to the seat when he responded, and he followed, dropping his bag off his shoulder to hang on the hook under the table.

“i thought you were going to get something expensive,” he teased, sitting across from you.

laughing lightly, you pulled your phone out of your hoodie pocket and set it on the table. “you said the espresso was good, i wanted to try it.”

“don’t you not like coffee?” jeonghan asked, squinting at you.

“i love coffee,” you said, quirking an eyebrow.

“then why don’t you drink the americanos i make?”

he was leaning forward, staring at you, fingers folding over each other on the table. you pouted, avoiding his eyes suddenly. “no reason.”

leaning back again, he kept a wary eye on you. “that’s convincing.”

“good, it’s the truth.”

jeonghan decided to put a pin in that interrogation in favor of asking you your major.

you laughed again, making a small smile appear on his face. "communications," you answered, despite thinking of how he denied the same question from you earlier.

he let out a low "wah" and cocked his head. "what's up with that? same major."

"really?" you leaned over the table. "what year are you?"

"third."

you put a peace sign next to your eye like you were posing for a photo. "second."

you couldn't help but giggle at the "pfft" that spilled out of jeonghan's lips as he laughed at you, muttering a "really" under his breath at your pose. he was running a hand through his extremely soft and fluffy looking hair when the buzzer went off, and you blinked yourself awake from your trance to nod after he said he would go get the drinks. 

admitting to it was the last thing you wanted, but you couldn’t help but hear mingyu’s voice rattling around your head, telling you that you would fall for jeonghan eventually. you had once thought he was completely up his own ass, but you kept getting glimpses of this really cute, really sweet version of him, and it made you want to get to know him better. additionally, it was getting harder to find people that would happily play along with your teasing, and he had no qualms teasing you right back.

when he returned with the americanos, you pressed your hands together in another thank you before taking a sip. he slid back into his seat and looked at you expectantly. "well? what do you think?"

you paused a moment, appraising the flavor. "delicious. thank you."

after he sipped at his own, he nodded. "the beans here are really good. balanced. i wish i could convince my boss to source better stuff."

you watched him sip again, letting out a praise under his breath. you sighed. "i have a confession."

his eyebrows quirked at you, and he did his best to not show the way his stomach flipped. "what kind?"

"i don't drink your americanos because they're shit."

there was silence as he processed your words, and you wondered if you had royally fucked up by saying something. suddenly, he was laughing, and you stared at him in shock as he calmed down. "oh my god, yeah, they are."

"wait, you know?"

"i-" jeonghan paused, rubbing his face, still laughing. "god, this is so stupid. i burn your shots."

your jaw dropped open, but a smile creeped across your face as you understood. "wait, on purpose?"

"you never smile!" he attempted to explain himself with a bit too much enthusiasm, finding his own pettiness ridiculous in hindsight. "not even when i smiled at you. i had a grudge. i'm sorry."

you were sipping your non-burnt americano with a sly look on your face. you wanted to be mad at the wasted money on countless gross americanos, but somehow, you couldn't be. "do you hold grudges against everyone or am i just lucky?"

"uh, depends," jeonghan said, crossing his arms and thinking. "when the prof that failed my roommate comes in, i burn his shots, too. i think he might like it that way, though, because he's always really nice to me."

you almost snorted. "well, you owe me a lot of coffee."

he nodded and sighed, resigning to his fate. "when you come in, your coffee's on me. and i won't burn it this time."

you pouted a second, and jeonghan barely caught it, but he thought the expression was far too cute. "i was hoping you would invite me out again."

"again?" he asked, letting a few 'ha's fall from his lips in quick succession. "you mean for the first time?"

you gestured to the cafe you sat in. "was this not your idea?"

he rolled his eyes. "you invited yourself out and held me hostage."

"does that mean you have stockholms?"

he laughed at the diagnosis, remembering the class you claimed you had both taken the year before. "you're a very charming captor."

you smiled at the compliment, despite the sinister implication.

the next time you saw jeonghan, it was saturday. you had rolled out of bed far earlier than you had intended to when you had fallen asleep at 4 am after a very drunk and extremely conflict heavy game of uno with the guys. you winced at the sunlight streaming through your shitty dorm blinds, fumbling your way to the water dispenser on your desk to rehydrate.

you stared at your roommate's empty bed, remembering they had said they worked early shifts this weekend as you brushed your teeth, and you wondered how they had dealt with you stumbling into the dorm in the wee hours of the day.

you almost gagged on your toothbrush. an empty room on a saturday morning with too little sleep and a nasty hangover, you thought. bad decisions could never be made under these circumstances.

"does jeonghan's cafe do breakfast sandwiches?" you thought aloud with a mouth full of toothpaste, leaning over the sink to spit. you kind of remembered seeing them on the menu, though you never thought to get anything beyond the occasional muffin. maybe today was the day.

after washing your face and cleaning up your hair a bit, you had to dig in your clothes to find your favorite pair of black sweats and a shirt to tuck in. you last minute decided to bring your good headphones, just in case hanguk's angel wasn't there to bug, and ran out the door with your wallet and phone, a pair of sunglasses shoved onto your face.

the walk to his cafe is short from the dorms you lived in, which was another reason you liked it there. it was warmer than it had been during the week, and you watched a big muscular dog running alongside its owner. before long, you were tugging open the door, seeing no line. you grinned at how lucky you were as you pulled your headphones down to your neck.

"yoon jeonghan! you are working!"

he seemed startled by your voice, his shoulders raising slightly as he turned towards the door. "oh, what the hell? what are you doing here at 9:30 on a saturday?"

you pouted, walking up to the counter and tugging off your sunglasses. "are you not happy to see me?"

his laugh was genuine and completely out of his control. "sure i am. nice eyebags."

that, you noted, was the first time jeonghan had ever greeted you with a smile, and it seemed appropriate that it was paired with an insult. "thanks, i'm violently hungover right now." you said, noticing your best friend's roommate standing further back behind the counter, pretty obviously pretending to not be listening to you.

"do you wanna redeem a free americano?" he asked, poking at the touchscreen register.

you hummed, crossing your arms and staring at the menu board. "not today, i wanna try a latte. something tasty, and something for breakfast. what do you think?"

jeonghan stared at you, and you stared back, a small smile on your face. he blinked. "have you ever tried lavender?"

"lavender?" you shook your head, genuinely surprised. "is that a good flavor?"

he nodded, looking down at the screen and adding items to your order. "we have this seasonal syrup that we make in house," he said. "it's my favorite one of the year. honey, lavender, and vanilla bean. big one?"

you blinked at the cup sizes, trying to remember how many bottles of soju you had bought the night before, and subsequently how much money was left in your account. "uh, yeah."

"will you be offended if i give you a vegetarian sandwich? it's the best one."

you cocked your head. "i mean, if it's the best one…"

jeonghan smiled slightly, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket. "it's the best one. and it's my secret hangover cure."

you noticed his card too late. "hey, what are you doing?"

he quirked an eyebrow at you. "buying your coffee. like i said i would."

"that was way more than an americano."

"and i've burned way more than an americano," jeonghan reminded you. "and if you don't accept that, i'm buying you breakfast as a peace offering."

your eyebrows raised. "a peace offering?" 

he avoided your gaze. "i've decided you're not a pretentious asshole."

you laughed at his word choice, and how it mirrored your own. "i mean, i can be kind of pretentious sometimes. and a major asshole a lot of the time."

jeonghan grinned. "me too."

he washed his hands and passed along the sandwich order to his coworker as he moved to the espresso machine, briefly explaining to you that he was completely useless with food as soon as a heat source becomes involved, but assured you that seokmin was a master with a turbochef, and that your sandwich was in the best hands.

you giggled, watching his hands as he found a squeeze bottle and shot the contents into a glass. "i trust you."

his eyes flicked to you briefly, and you leaned against the drink pickup counter, squinting at the syrup. he held the glass that would soon be your drink up for you. "see the specs? real vanilla."

you hummed. "it smells good."

"it tastes like sunshine, i swear to god."

your eyes followed his hands as he expertly filled and packed the portafilter with fresh grounds. he felt you watching him, and did his best to suppress the itch to fumble. you watched him not burn your shots, stirring them with the syrup and pouring milk from a jug. he added ice, put a metal straw in the tall glass, then placed it on the counter in front of you.

you made sure to smile when you told him thank you, and jeonghan was pretty sure he would have collapsed from how cute he found you if he had slightly less resolve. 

"veggie sando for… y/n?" seokmin announced to the cafe, eyes creasing into a laugh as he appeared with a plate.

you gave seokmin a nervous smile. "sorry for staying over so late. i didn't know you worked this morning."

jeonghan looked between you suspiciously as seokmin assured you it was fine, claiming he was knocked out by midnight and didn't even know when you left. who did seokmin live with again? jeonghan chewed on his cheek as he put your drink and sandwich on a tray.

your eyes flicked over to the front counter as a few customers entered the cafe, seokmin already heading over to greet them and begin the order. you tried not to let your disappointment show when you told jeonghan you should probably let him get back to work. he tried to not let his show, either, when he nodded in agreement. neither of you did a great job.

"someone's clocking on in half an hour, i can take a break then. don't leave?"

his almost pleading tone made your lip twitch upward. "don't act so clingy, hannie."

he grinned, then stopped you before you picked up the tray. "first- hang on," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it, quickly going to the keypad as he looked over his shoulder at the customers. "give me your number."

your eyes met his briefly as you took the phone, quickly punching in your digits and tapping to add yourself to his contacts. he smiled at the profile name - "americano" - as you picked up your tray and headed to your favorite armchair. even as he was making other drinks and serving other customers, he couldn't take his eyes off you, sitting in your armchair with your headphones on. it had only been two days since he saw you last, but he hadn't thought of anything but you the entire time. he had almost considered asking shua to swap shifts with him so he could have a chance of seeing you the day before, but he knew his coworker would refuse to take the saturday opening shift. he spent his whole afternoon off sitting on the couch in his apartment, staring at the back of his roommate's chair, trying to figure out why he didn't ask for your number.

"hey," jihoon said, and jeonghan had only then noticed that his roommate had spun his tall cushioned chair around to look back at him. "i said, do you know when seungcheol invited people around tomorrow?"

jeonghan stared at him for a second, then sighed dramatically, rubbing his eye. 

"woah," the younger laughed and leaned back in his seat. "who'd you sleep with last night? i need to warn them you're crazy."

"no one," jeonghan pouted. "what the hell? i'm not crazy."

"hyung, i say this with the most respect i can," he said, leaning forward. "you're batshit, especially when you catch feelings for a one night stand."

"ugh, whatever," jeonghan pushed the pillow off his lap and ran a hand through his hair. "we didn't even do anything."

jihoon squinted at him a moment. "okay, hang on, i feel like our definitions of not doing anything are different."

he rolled his eyes. "we didn't do anything," he repeated, standing from the couch and walking over to the kitchen to get water. "like, nothing. we didn't even touch each other. not once."

jihoon looked around, trying to understand what he meant. "i'm confused. you didn't touch your one night stand?"

"it wasn't a one night stand!" jeonghan threw a dagger glare at the other before he drank his water, muttering a "really" beneath his breath.

jihoon's face didn't change. "so… you went on a date?"

jeonghan swallowed the water hard, putting the glass down on the counter and leaning against it. "kinda."

"you are really not making this easy for me at all."

"we got coffee," he said finally. "we have a class together, and we made a stupid bet over who would pay, and they fucking tricked me, so i had to pay for it and we talked for, like, a stupid long time, and i think i actually really…" he exhaled, both hands rubbing his face. "i think i really like them."

jihoon whistled. "i just wanna say before the moment passes that it is incredibly on brand for you to fall for someone because they conned you into buying them coffee."

jeonghan glared at the younger, but he couldn't argue. "we got coffee and talked and then they just…" his palms faced the sky as he gestured, shoulders raised. "they just left. i didn't even get their number."

"okay, and?" jihoon swivelled back and forth in his chair. "you have a class together. you'll literally see them next week."

he groaned, pressing his forehead against the fridge. "but i wanna see them now."

and now, he was seeing you. much sooner than he had expected, yet not soon enough. the saturday morning rush began to pick up, and even when an additional barista arrived, jeonghan wondered if he would actually be able to slip away for a break.

"go ahead," seokmin said, grabbing the steamed milk pitcher from his hand. "me and hyejoo can handle it for a minute."

jeonghan looked at the shrinking line and nodded, quickly pulling off his apron as he walked around the counter. he knew he didn't have a lot of time, and pulling up a chair seemed silly, so he instead just squatted and folded his arms over the arm of your favorite seat.

you looked up from your phone at the motion, pulling your headphones off and grinning. "hey! the drink is delicious and extremely not burnt."

he smiled, noticing it was almost gone. "i'm glad! it's still busy, so i can't really take a proper break, but i wanted to ask you something."

you squinted at him. "what kind of something?"

"do you have plans tonight?"

"depends," you said, turning your body to face him better as you sucked on your cheek. "what's going on?"

jeonghan exhaled, amused. "my roommate is having people over for a few drinks or something, it'd be cool if you came by?"

you looked at a light, gauging the state of your hangover. your voice almost cracked when you asked "tonight?"

"you don't have to drink," he said, remembering what you had told him earlier. "and you can, like, bring a friend if you want. i know it's weird that i'm inviting you to my place."

you thought a moment. "don't you live with lee jihoon?"

jeonghan blinked. "uh, yeah?"

"i'll bring a friend," you said, tapping your fingers on the back of your phone. you looked back to him and smiled. "text me details?"

jeonghan stood. "yeah, i'll text you," he said, glancing up at the door where more customers were walking in. "fuck, i should go."

you followed his gaze. "i think i'll stick to weekdays. this place gets crazy on the weekends."

"tell me about it." he started to walk back to the counter. "i'll talk to you later?"

you smiled and nodded at him, and you waved enthusiastically at him as you were headed out about ten minutes later.

"i'm still waiting for a text," you teased, peeking over the counter as he made a drink.

he laughed. "i'll get to it when i get to it."

"thanks for the sandwich, seokmin! it was delicious!"

seokmin waved at you with a big grin and you looked back at jeonghan.

"i'll see you tonight?"

he nodded, a smug smile teasing his lips. "yeah, i'll see you tonight."

you didn't show the way your stomach flipped when he made eye contact with you, but you slid your sunglasses back on and put your headphones back on your head, and walked to the rhythm of love songs in the sun on your way to your friend's apartment, a stupid childish giggle threatening to surface the entire time.

"hey, is mingoo around?"

minghao blinked at you, standing at his front door with a smile on your face. "dude, you left like four hours ago. what are you even doing here."

"uh, no, myungho, i left like seven hours ago, get it right." he let you walk past him into the apartment. "is he still asleep?"

"is that actually a question?"

you trotted into mingyu's room, humming along to the song playing through the headphones around your neck as you pulled open his blinds.

"god, what the fuck," his rough voice went behind you. "the hell is wrong with you. go home."

"that's not a very nice way to treat the person that's gonna set you up with your future ex-husband."

mingyu's hair stuck in several different directions and his eyes were still squeezed shut, but he had pushed himself off his pillow enough for you to know you caught his attention. "which one?"

you grinned. "the one with the pretty voice."

"wait," mingyu fumbled with his comforter as he tried to sit up. "wait, hang on. jihoon?" you laughed and nodded as he sniffed noisily. "he is not my future ex-husband, y/n. he's it. he's the one that's gonna make an honest woman out of me."

"well, lady, get ready to be honest, because i got an invite to a kickback at his apartment tonight and i snagged a plus one."

he squinted at you. "what's the catch?"

you rolled your eyes. "there isn't always a catch. maybe i'm just trying to be nice."

"yeah, uh huh." mingyu flopped back onto his bed, rubbing his eyes. "why didn't you just text me or something? it's so early."

"it's like, barely morning."

"it's ten."

you exhaled. "it's 11:17, asshole. are you going with me or not?"

mingyu groaned and flopped around, his head aching from the drinks that had stopped too recently. "when?"

"uhh," you stalled as you checked your phone. no new messages. "not sure yet. i'm waiting on a text."

he squinted at you. "who's texting you? soonyoung?"

you shrugged. "sure."

"oh my god, it's jeonghan, isn't it?"

"whaaaaaat?" you deadpanned, walking over to mingyu's bed to sit on the edge, staring at your phone. "why would i be waiting on a text from that loser?"

"i knew you were acting stupid yesterday for a reason," he accused. "and you asked jun what his deal was. you like him, don't you? what did he do? did he corner you?"

"absolutely not," you said, sighing and throwing your phone down on his bed, slightly offended by him saying you were acting stupid but truly not being able to remember if he was wrong. "i cornered him, at his workplace, no less. then i made him buy me coffee. then i showed up to his workplace, again, incredibly hungover, and he still asked for my number."

mingyu's lips formed a pout as he hummed, rubbing his eye again. "never would have pegged jeonghan as the simping type, but sure."

"shut up," you laughed, and mingyu whined about whether or not you had washed your hands when you plopped your palm against his face. he pushed your wrists away. "do you still have that bottle of white wine?"

"you mean the one hao refuses to drink even though i spent good money on it for his fucking birthday? yeah, why?"

you grabbed your phone again, despite it not vibrating. "it'd probably make a good first impression if you bring a nice bottle to the kickback you were last minute invited to. i bet jihoon will be so impressed by your manners."

mingyu blinked heavily. "you're devious. what about you?"

"i don't need a good first impression," you said. "i already made an awful one and he still likes me."

he sighed. "you always have been a charming dickhead."

you grinned at your best friend. "thanks, babe."

mingyu groaned against his palms. "god, fuck, i was supposed to study for my exam today."

you clicked your tongue. "that sucks dick."

"you suck dick."

you pouted out your lips when you got a text from an unknown number. "i'm trying."

you hadn't fully decided yet how you were going to make sure jeonghan really liked you, especially after jun regaled his "disgusting sexcapades," as he described them. you took his words with a grain of salt, considering the guy had an extremely low opinion of him from the get go, but either way, could you really blame jeonghan for putting his incredibly good looks and charm to use?

you, however, found flings incredibly uninteresting. most of the men that went after you were dull at best, and definitely would have fallen for any stupid prank you had played on them. with jeonghan, though, there was a challenge. there was always the chance he would out-trick you. it was new and exciting. playing with people, you decided, was only fun when there were some stakes involved.

inviting you to have drinks at his place seemed like such a transparent ploy to get laid, but you couldn't help but expect more from him. something told you he knew that you wouldn't be that easy, and you wondered what his game was.

i think i'm here >

which apartment was it? >

you definitely could have scrolled up in your conversation with jeonghan to check, especially since mingyu was complaining next to you on the street outside the apartment building, but you preferred the power move of asking again. you hadn't considered, though, that jeonghan was absolutely the type to know exactly what you were trying as soon as he saw the notification and make you wait. you squinted at the window that clearly had a party going on inside of it, willing the boy to respond.

"bro, it's apartment 2-b. soonyoung says he's 'the b in 2-b' like, every chance he gets. let's just go up."

"hang on, i'm plotting," you said, putting up a finger and scrolling through your contacts.

mingyu groaned as you put the phone to your ear, pressing the cold wine bottle against his eye. "you are the most annoying person i've ever met."

"yet you ask me to hang out constantly."

mingyu glared at you with his uncovered eye. "i also watch a lot of shit television, so don't take my taste as gospel."

inside, soonyoung patted down his pockets when he heard his ringtone, then looked at the kitchen counter where he had left it when he was making drinks. he grinned wide when he saw the contact info and practically yelled when he answered the phone. "y/n! please tell me you're finally coming over?"

jeonghan heard your name, his head whipping towards the sound. he stared at soonyoung, phone to his ear as he laughed into it, and he exhaled when he realized what you had done. he looked down at the ignored notification on his phone, his thought process being that you would call as it became more urgent.

and you had, just not him. he cursed under his breath. you were always one step ahead.

"yeah, second floor! come on up, i'll meet you at the stairs!"

jeonghan watched soonyoung shove his feet into a pair of slides and exit the apartment, then quickly downed the rest of his drink. he was gonna need an excuse to ask if you wanted one.

you followed soonyoung down the hall as he excitedly chattered about how he didn't know you were coming.

mingyu laughed. "yeah, we didn't either. y/n got an invite from jeonghan this morning."

"jeonghan?" soonyoung looked at you. "i didn't know you knew each other."

"i enjoy being a mystery," you said, checking quickly to see if your message had been seen yet.

soonyoung couldn't help but laugh at the idea of you and his roommate, especially with a few drinks in him. "you definitely suit each other."

jeonghan hadn't lied when he said people were coming over for drinks, but he had definitely made it seem much smaller than it was. the living area had enough people that you didn't want to bother counting, but probably somewhere in the twenties. there was music playing, but the conversational chatter was still audible over the beat, and people were laughing with each other on just about every surface you could see. you noticed jihoon by the kitchen counter as you were taking off your shoes, and grabbed mingyu's arm to face him towards you.

"jesus, fuck," he stumbled over his own shoes. "why do i hang out with you?"

"he's in the kitchen and he's alone," you said, your fingers digging into his bicep. "now's your chance. ask him where you should put the wine."

mingyu peeked over his shoulder, then looked back at you with wide eyes. "are you serious? right now?"

"right now," you reassured. "you got this, big guy. you're hot, smart, and tall. say you like his music and blow his mind."

he exhaled, his lips forming an o, and shook his hand nervously. "okay. okay. thank you. i love you. i'm sorry i ever called you annoying."

you laughed, smacking his arm. "love you too, goo."

he shut his eyes and spun, walking towards the boy of his affections. you watched him for a moment, though slyly, as you wandered into the party. you wondered where soonyoung had gone so quickly, then clenched your fist in victory when you saw jihoon get wine glasses out of a cupboard and laughed at something mingyu said.

"oh, y/n!" you spun to the familiar voice, spotting jeonghan leaning against a wall casually, half engaged in a conversation. he pushed off it as you closed the short space between you. "you made it! why didn't you tell me you were here?"

"i did," you said, cocking your head at him. "but you probably knew that."

a sideways smile creeped onto his face. "hey, are you drinking tonight? i don't wanna tempt your self proclaimed alcoholism, but i've been sitting on an empty drink for a while, i could make you one too."

you eyed the red cup in his hand. "what's on the menu?"

"paloma," he said, lifting the cup. "but i can make you something else."

you thought for a second, then looked at him. you hadn't had tequila since the night you saw him sing. "i trust your taste."

he tilted his head as he moved, gesturing for you to follow him to the kitchen. you nudged mingyu with your hip as you settled against the counter next to him to watch jeonghan make a drink for you. he looked down at you, then put an arm on your shoulder as he sipped the wine he had brought, and you noticed jihoon had a matching glass. you smiled proudly.

"mingyu?" jeonghan asked, gesturing.

you nodded, then looked up at your best friend. "this is jeonghan," you said, pointing.

mingyu smiled at him. "good luck with this one. jihoon, this is my worst friend, y/n."

"i'm also the reason he's here," you said, leaning forward to direct the speech at boy you were being introduced to. "you're welcome."

jihoon looked at you, mouth parted into an almost smile. his eyes went to jeonghan, remembering their conversation the day before, then to mingyu again, who was covering his eyes with a palm in embarrassment. "this is why they're my worst friend."

jeonghan laughed, pulling your attention back as he popped open a soda with a bottle opener. "so you're like this with everyone?"

"i’m sure i don't know what you mean," you quipped, sliding out from mingyu's arm to grab the bottle and inspect the label. "jah…ritos?"

"jarritos," jeonghan corrected, pronouncing the h sound. "mexican grapefruit soda. it's the best for palomas."

"see, this is why people think you're a prick," you said, putting the bottle back on the counter. "you get fancy soda specifically for your fancy cocktails."

he just laughed at you as he poured tequila from a bottle into two cups of ice. "if i cared what people thought, i would have changed my ways years ago."

you let that marinate for a moment, then decided the two of you were much more similar than you had originally thought. he grabbed the bowl of cut lime wedges that seungcheol had prepared and squeezed two into each cup, and you watched as he topped the drinks with the soda.

"can you handle heat?"

you looked at him. "that's a loaded question."

he laughed again, and you wondered how many palomas he had before you arrived. "i like chili on the lime, but i wanted to be nice and ask before i did it for you, too."

"i'll try anything once."

then you tried it again.

and again.

jeonghan really was charming, you thought. and pretty. and he had a lovely voice.

at some point, soonyoung found you again, just to waggle his eyebrows at jeonghan when he thought you weren't looking, and you got introduced to seungcheol, who you both recognized and were recognized by. jeonghan rolled his eyes and shoved him away when he gave him a look, remembering how he described you at the bar ages ago.

you barely even noticed the time passing, but your drinks kept draining and you kept accepting more, and you wondered if you were really stupid enough to say yes if he asked you to join him in his bedroom tonight. but the more jeonghan talked, the more you were kind of okay with the idea.

"do you wanna get out of here?"

you blinked, chin in your palm and elbow on the counter, face inches from jeonghan's as he put down his cup. "and go where?"

he pouted as he thought. "i could really go for tteokbokki right now."

at that moment, you decided jeonghan really liked you. you grinned. "that sounds so good."

he smiled back at you, and you didn't comment on the way his eyes lingered on your lips, even if you really wanted to. "better tell your chaperone."

you rolled your eyes at the title mingyu had given himself earlier when he was trying to convince you to not take a fourth drink. "don't let his stupid height trick you, he's more of a lightweight than me."

"at least you don't have to worry about him, jihoon would never try anything. the poor guy is so shy, he was probably flustered just when mingyu said hi."

you quirked an eyebrow at him. "does he have to worry about me?"

jeonghan laughed. "if i wanted to get you drunk, i would have poured heavier."

"speaking of," you said, tipping your cup. "this one suspiciously tasted like not tequila."

he stood suddenly, palms on the counter, trying to force down the blush on his ears. "if you're gonna complain about every drink i make you, maybe you should stop asking for them."

you giggled, standing and imitating his stance. "just admit you care about me, yoon jeonghan."

he looked at you, a smile teasing his lips. "only after you admit you're in love with me."

you squinted. "a draw."

he grinned. "tteokbokki?"

[absurdthirst]

hi Keri!!

I was scrolling trhu here and saw you helping other people and was wondering if you could help me with one little thing...

I'm 18 and have never had any kind of intimacy with a guy, never kissed anyone, never gone on a date. recently this guy asked me out and I was excited to try and go out with him, but I chickend out, like always ( when any guy asks me out I get super excited for a few days and then it stops ).

I just don't know what my problem is??? yes, I have some problems with the way I look and insecurities, but I'm feeling okay with it now, so I don't think that's the reason. the guy is super nice ans sweet to me, he iw okay with me being more nerdy than the girls he's usually with but I just can't find the courage to go out with him.

I feel like I'm missing out on life because I've always been left out when I was younger and I lost the teen years and experiences that everyone I know has. I don't know if it has something to do with the problems I have with my parents and naver having affection at home, or if it is just out of fear of rejection. I just wanna feel like someone really wants me and act on it, you know?

I ranted, but thank you for writing incredible fics, they bring me so much joy when I'm down. I love your writing Keri <3

Well, there is a lot to unpack here and honestly, I would definitely try to find a therapist to work on these issues. For yourself, so you can move past the traumas of your childhood and look forward to forging meaningful, intimate relationships.

In real life, being asked out is that first step. If people honestly acted like they did in fanfiction or movies, there would be a hell of a lot more face slapping going on in the world.

Imagine if that best friend actually just crushed you to him and started kissing you - and you didn't feel the same way? Unfortunately, my best friend is not Marcus Pike and I would not be willing to give up my life and move across the country and be with him despite never sleeping with him like I would in a story.

While I completely understand the want to be wanted, showing interested is acting on that want. It's the want to take you out, get to know you better. It's the want to learn about you and see if there can be a relationship. In your fear of rejection, you actually just ended up rejecting him.

As scary as it is, in order to find that love and want, you are going to have to take a risk. Yes, you will be hurt. Yes, someone will break your heart. It is a risk that comes with love, but I can promise you that it's worth the risk.

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201111 BigHit’s Tweet

[네이버 포스트] 2021년도 휀-클럽 아미와 함께할 비티엣-스가 돌아왔읍니다! 방탄소년단의 시즌그리팅 맛보기! 📸 (@ https://m.post.naver.com/viewer/postView.nhn?volumeNo=29943041&memberNo=51325039) 

#BTS #방탄소년단

[Naver Post] BT-S has returned to spend 2021 with their fan*-club ARMY as well! Getting a little taste of BTS' Season's Greeting! 📸

(T/N: * The spelling of 'fan' here is 휀/hwen instead of 팬/pan, which has been done intentionally to make it seem more retro.)

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Title: [BTS] 2021년도 휀-클럽 아미와 함께할 비티엣-스가 돌아왔읍니다!

Title: BT-S has returned to spend 2021 with their fan-club ARMY as well!

아-하!

Hi-A! 

(T/N: Stands for ‘Hi ARMY’, which is how Bangbell always starts these posts.) 

안녕하세요 아미 여러분! 방림이입니다!

Hello ARMYs!  It’s Bangbell! 

바로 어제! 아미 여러분에게 아주 따끈따끈한 소식이 도착했다고 해서 방림이도 재빠르게 찾아와 보았는데요!

Right now! I heard ARMYs received some extremely hot news so I came to find you as fast as I could!

바로바로 

The news is that the 

BTS 2021 SEASON'S GREETINGS

티저가 떴다는 소식입니다!

teaser has been released!

와아아아아아아아!!!

Wooooooow!!!

벌써 2020년이 다 지나고 2021년이 찾아온다는 현실에 시간은 왜 이렇게 빠르게 흐르는지 슬픔에 잠기기도 잠시,

방탄소년단의 시즌 그리팅을 만날 생각하니 2021년이 빨리 왔으면 좋겠다 이거예요~

When faced with the reality that 2020 is almost over and 2021 is approaching I feel a little sad that time seems to be passing so fast,

but the thought that I’ll be able to see BTS’ Season’s Greetings soon  makes me hope 2021 comes quick~ 

저 방림이는 압니다.. ‘티저로는 부족하다! 더 달라!’

I know what you’re thinking.. ‘The teaser wasn’t enough! Give us more!’

그래서! 방림이가 사���짝 담아와 보았습니다!

And so!  I’ve brought just a feeew things! 

현장에서 포착된 멤버들의 모습! 지금 바로 만나볼까요?

Pictures of the members that I acquired on set!  Shall we go see them right now?

 제가 서울을 참 많이 돌아다녀 보았는데요.. 장담하는데 제일 멋진 사람 김. 남. 준. 아닙니까?

I’ve been all around Seoul..  But I can guarantee that the coolest person here is Kim. Nam. Joon. Isn’t that right?

인정~~~

That’s right~~~

((반박 불가))

((No rebuttals allowed))

이런 친구가 길을 찾는 중이라면.. 저는 망설임 없이 하루종일 찾아 다녀주겠어요..

If someone like him was looking for directions..  I wouldn’t even hesitate to spend the whole day helping him find his way.. 

(하루가 뭐야.. 한 달도 부족 ㅠ_ㅠ)

(Not just a day.. Even a whole month wouldn’t be enough ㅠ_ㅠ)

어머 여기 또 길을 헤메는 친구가 있네요?

길을 찾는 이들을 만난다면 참으로 운수대통한 날 아닐까요?

Oh, there’s someone else who’s lost his way here?

If I met these people trying to find their way I’d say it was an extremely lucky day, no? 

푸르른 하늘과 정말 잘 어울리는 해피 해피 홉

Happy happy Hope matches really well with the blue sky 

제이홉의 해피 해피 밝은 에너지는 하늘보다 맑고 해보다 따뜻하고 별보다 빛난다구요!

J-Hope’s happy happy bright energy is  clearer than the skies  warmer than the sun  and shines more than the stars! 

아니 여기 길 잃은 강양이가 있어요! 이렇게 귀여운 복장으로 귀여운 표정 짓는 건 반칙!!!

(이지만 귀여움 올림픽 금메달이니 인정해드립니다)

Hold on, there’s a PupKitty that’s lost its way here!  Putting on a cute expression dressed in an outfit this cute—that’s against the rules!!!

(Still, since you’re a gold medalist in the Cute Olympics I’ll give it to you)

방림이는 육교를 무서워하는데요.. 초록색 조끼를 입은 친구와 함께라면 그 어떤 길도 무섭지 않을 것 같네요..

I’m scared of overpass bridges..  But if I could cross them with this friend in the green vest  I think I wouldn't be afraid at all, no matter what the route..

“저.. 혹시.. 제가 옆자리에 앉아도 될까요..?”

“Excuse me.. Would it be okay if.. I sat next to you..?”

또 기억조작 하게 만드시는 분.. 버스에서 만날 수만 있다면 매일 같은 시간 같은 버스를 타렵니다..

He’s making me imagine things again..  If I could just meet him on the bus  I would take the same bus at the same time every day.. 

WOW.. 이런 친구들하고 같이 여행하면 너무 좋을 것 같다.. 내가 캐리어가 되어도 좋아.. 7명과 같이 간다면 어디든 함께하겠어..

보기만 했는데 내 마음은 이미 휴양지고, 여행지다..

WOW.. Going on a trip with these guys would be so great.. I’m okay with being the suitcase too.. I’d go anywhere as long as I get to go with these 7

Just looking at them makes my heart feel like it’s at a vacation spot, a holiday destination..

방림이 정신 차려! 아직 만나봐야 할 사진이 더 있다구!

Bangbell, get it together! There are still pictures that you have to go see!

그럼 또 다른 컨셉도 만나볼까요!

So, let’s go see a different concept!

컨셉_천��만재_비티엣스.JPG

Concept_Geniuses_BTS.JPG

방탄소년단 뭔데.. 순수, 청순, 큐트, 스윗, 댄디, 풋풋, 러블리, 핸썸, 쿨.. 대체 이 컨셉 소화력 무엇..!!

BTS what are you... Innocent, youthful, cute, sweet, preppy, fresh, lovely, handsome, cool.. What on earth is this ability to pull off every concept..!!

냉탕 온탕 ���다 갔다 하느라 방림이 정신이 또 혼미..

Going back and forth between a cold shower and a hot spring I’m in a complete daze

앞에서 보았던 컨셉과는 180도 다른 매력에 아미 여러분도 정신이 혼미하시다구요?

Because this was a complete 180 from the concept you saw before You guys are also in a daze, you say?

이건 비밀인데요…

This is a secret but...

사실..

Actually..

시즌 그리팅 안에는 오늘 공개된 사진 외에도 더 다양하고 멋진…!!!!!!!

Other than pictures shared today, there's stuff in the Season's Greetings' that's even more diverse and cool and...!!!!!!!

여기까지�� 말씀드리겠습니다.

That’s all I’ll say.

하지만! 이렇게 사진만 들고 왔을 방림이가 아니죠!?

But! I didn’t come here with just pictures, did I?!

티저를 보고 너무너무 소장하고 싶어 할 아미들을 위해 방림이의 조그마한 선물..♥

For ARMYs, who probably saw the teaser and really really wanted to own it,  I have a tiny present..♥

모두 저장할 준비 되셨나요?

Everyone, are you ready to save some pictures?

Caption: Dokgo Mint Choco (T/N: ‘Dokgo’ is a rare surname, and was likely chosen to rhyme with ‘Mint Choco’.)

Caption: Tuna-flavoured Cucumber (T/N: In the early days of the game MapleStory, a common trend among Korean users was to use ridiculous food pairings as their username, e.g. Watermelon-flavoured Shrimp Crackers.)

Caption: Taejeon-dong shooting guard T/N: Taejeon-dong is the neighbourhood in Daegu that Suga is from.)

Caption: Ilgok-dong Bounce (T/N: ‘Ilgok-dong’ is a neighbourhood in Buk district of Gwangju which is also J-Hope’s hometown.)

Caption: Football King Jjim Dori (T/N: A play on ‘축구왕 슛돌이’/chook-gu-wang shoot-dori, the Korean title for Japanese anime ‘Moreo! Top Striker’. The caption replaces ‘슛’/shoot with ‘찜’/jjim, a cute way of shortening Jimin’s name.)

Caption: Bangtan-dong Long-headed Grasshopper (T/N: ‘Dong’ is the suffix for neighbourhoods in Korea.)

Caption: Busan Guy (T/N: The Korean word used here is 싸나이/ssa-na-i, which is Busan dialect for ‘guy’. The stereotypical image of a Busan guy is someone who is tough and manly.)

그 어디에서도 본 적 없는

♥빌보드 핫 백 2주 연속 1위 하고♥ ♥2주 연속 2위 하고♥ ♥다시 1위랑 2위하고♥ ♥Savage Love랑 Dynamite로 1위 2위 동시에 한♥ ♥비티엣스 배경화면 선물♥

Those were never-before-seen phone wallpapers of BTS who were

♥Billboard Hot 100 No. 1 for two weeks and♥ ♥No. 2 for two weeks and♥ ♥Then No. 1 and then No. 2 again and then♥ ♥No.1 and No.2 at the same time with Savage Love and Dynamite♥ ♥as a present♥

그러나 뭔가 허전하시다구요? 단체 배경화면은 어딨냐구요?

But there’s still something missing, you say? Where’s the group wallpaper, you ask?

이것을 놓칠 방림이가 아니죠.

단체 배경화면은 방탄소년단 포스트에서만 독.점.공.개! 미공개 사진으로 준비했습니다!!

Bangbell wouldn’t just forget it, of course. 

The group wallpaper is here on BTS’ Naver Post Ex.clu.sive.ly! I’ve got an unreleased  picture  for you

Caption: BTS

누군가 뒤에서 흐뭇하게 아미들의 배경화면을 바라보고 있다면 그건 바로 방림이! (씨익)

ARMYs, if you see someone behind you smiling at your phone wallpapers, that’s me, Bangbell! (Grin)

많은 아미들 휴대폰 배경화면으로 저.장. 되면 뿌듯할 것 같은 방림이는 이만 인사드리겠습니다.

If many ARMYs sa.ve. this as their phone wallpaper I think I’ll be really proud. Now it’s time for me to say goodbye.

(스포주의) 오늘 시즌 그리팅 포스트는 1탄에 불과ㅎㅏ..ㅇ_ㅇ!!!!!

(Spoiler alert) Today’s Season’s Greetings post is just part 1..ㅇ_ㅇ!!!!!

아-뿅!

A-Poof!

(T/N: Short for “Bye ARMY! Poof!”, which is how Bangbell always ends these posts.)

[Note]

본 포스트는 빅히트 엔터테인먼트에서 직접 운영하는 포스트입니다.

This Naver Post account is personally run by Big Hit Entertainment.

[End Note]

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seokjin fic recs

this is a list of seokjin fics i’ve read and loved very much! enjoy. <3

ps. all fics with 🍙 are the ones i loved a little bit more.

2,561 Days by @gossamie 

angst | one shot | 7.1K words

Two years of marriage could not stop the relationship from falling apart. As an attempt to seek closure before the divorce, Seokjin and you retrace your seven years together.

DIVORCE au

Carnival Rides by @geniuslab​

fluff, smut | one shot | 11.4K words

Working at your parents’ funnel cake stand during the summer sounds like a decent enough gig. But you didn’t quite plan for the exhausting heat or the cute gelato guy who would make it his mission to get you to like him. Warning: This ride will get you wet! 

SUMMER CARNIVAL au

change of pace by @httpjeon  

smut | one shot | 3.2K words

Hardcore porn star Kim Seokjin begins his dabble in the world of vanilla porn. You’re his first co-star. 

—part of the cockpile series

PORNSTAR au

Chrysanthenum by @yoonia

fluff | one shot | 2.7K words

CEO au

Club Zombie by @floralseokjin  

smut, angst, fluff | one shot | 17.1K words

In a world overrun by zombies, you’d think everyone was a goner, but the reality is much different. A steady diet of brains lets a zombie exist as a fully functioning human. Just ignore the part where they’re technically dead… In fact, these days, the amount of zombies outweigh the humans. A lot jump at the chance to be turned. Beg for it.

Kim Seokjin controls the underground of Seoul. No one would dare cross him. That’s how most of the world goes these days. You wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of a zombie now, would you? However, you don’t quite see it like that. Spending most nights dancing at the club he owns, you catch his eye. It’s never the wrong side if you’re underneath him, right…?

—part of The Deadly Intentions collaboration

MAFIA, ZOMBIE au 

dead leaves & wasted roses by @jamaisjoons

angst, smut | one shot | 6K words

“by sheer luck, or as if destiny bound as he liked to think of it, jimin had met you. and then, in a blink of an eye, and in a cruel twist of fate, he’d instantly lost you.” 

COLLEGE, UNREQUITED au

Dear Ophelia by @n0irneko

smut | one shot | 3.6K words

The most dangerous people can be the most exciting… 

CEO, KILLER au

Ephemeral by @donewithjeon   

angst | one shot | 7.9K words

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus by @lovetalkhendery​

fluff | one shot | 4.4K words

CHRISTMAS, SINGLE PARENT au

in the mood by @kinktae

smut, fluff | one shot | 4.5K words

With the second world war finally over, soldiers are coming back home to their families, and famous Hollywood actor Seokjin is no different. Eager to get to babymaking with his wife but plagued by the need to re-establish himself in the film industry, Seokjin is to forced to engage in a more unconventional conception method.

—part of the rewind series

1940s, ACTOR, HOLLYWOOD, POST-WAR, WIFE au 

Legacies by @btsracket

smut | one shot | 6K words

A newcomer is staying in the beach house next door and it’s criminal how well he fits in. 

—part of BTS Smut Club’s Under Fire Summer Project

1980s, CON ARTIST au 

Love Me and Leave Me by @littlemisskookie​

🍙, smut, angst | one shot | 9.9K words

You had no objections when you heard of your engagement to a faraway prince. In fact, you were elated! Especially when you caught sight of his handsome face and charming personality. You could see yourself falling for him easily. The only problem? He’s in love with someone else.   

ARRANGED MARRIAGE, ROYALTY au

Memoirs of a Mistake by @floralseokjin​

🍙, smut, fluff, angst | series 

A series of hook ups with Kim Seokjin, the college’s biggest fuckboy…

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS, FUCK BOY au

MINE FOR TODAY by @httpjeon​​

angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 6.1K words

as part of a special valentines day sale, you make a bid in hopes to get a special discounted date with one of the dreamy bachelors of club ardor. you decide to choose The Romantic. 

—part of the club ardor series

DATE FOR HIRE au

Once Bitten, Twice Shy by @fantasybangtan 

fluff, humor | one shot | 15K words

working a twenty-four hour shift at the hospital was pretty low on the list of things you’d hoped to be doing on christmas eve. fortunately for you, doctor kim - golden boy of the ward and, coincidentally, your arch nemesis - is around to keep things interesting.

—part of @btswriterscollective‘s secret santa project

CHRISTMAS, DOCTORS, ENEMIES TO LOVERS au 

plage. by @minflix​​

fluff, smut, humor | one shot | 10K words

The captain of Yonsei University’s swim team Kim Seokjin is pretty much head over heels in love with Y/N - the manager of his swim team.Too bad he can never seem to tell her how important she is to him because around her, the suave champion swimmer is like a fish out of the water. 

SWIM CAPTAIN au

Royally Fucked by @couture-kookie​

smut | one shot | 14.8K words

Kim Seokjin is a royal asshole. Literally. As the only heir to the throne of Cirenth he’s used to getting what he wants when he wants it. The only obstacle in his way is you, his rigidly moral assistant. He outranks you on both the social and hybrid hierarchies yet a shiver of fear runs down his spine whenever your claws come out. One rude interruption too many is the straw that breaks the camel’s back and he decides he must rid himself of you once and for all.   

ROYALTY au

Starlet and Moonstruck by @jimlingss​

fluff | series

As a newcomer actress struggling to make a name for yourself in the tough industry, you’re absolutely ecstatic to see your Dispatch pictures on the front page of Naver….but..what is this?! This isn’t about you! Who’s the third guy from the left?! 

ACTRESS au

start anew by @gukyi​ 

angst, fluff | one shot | 11K words

it’s been five years since you left your hometown, vowing never to return, but a simple invitation to a christmas party and a yearning to know whether or not you’re truly over the heartbreak you left behind has you wondering if, maybe, the christmas spirit and promise of a new beginning can change your mind. 

CHRISTMAS, EX au

Strawberry Roses by @peekaboongi​

fluff, smut, angst, fantasy | one shot | 7.5K words

When a chaotic man who claims to be a Cupid appears, your dull life is suddenly filled with laughter and strawberry roses. You’re just forgetting one important thing—magic never lasts past midnight. 

or, chaotic but domestic Jin trying to teach you how to make strawberries resemble roses. 

CUPID au

The Devil Wears Armani by @floralseokjin​

🍙, angst, smut, romance | series | 65.3K words

You never imagined accidentally attempting to sell your soul to the devil would lead to this… 

CEO, DEVIL au

The Leather Loafers by @jimlingss​

fluff, humor | one shot | 11.2K words

Yes. You went to the ball. Yes. You ran into the prince. Yes. The shoe fits. BUT-! You aren’t that Cinderella bitch. THEY’VE GOT THE WRONG PERSON! 

CINDERELLA, ROYALTY au

The NewsCasters by @jimlingss​

fluff, smut | series

When Local and Celebrity news has to fight head on, who knows who will win. All you do know is that Kim Seokjin, the arrogant bastard that he is, might give you a hernia before your job does.  

ANCHORS, RIVALS au

voice mail by @joonary​

fluff, humor | one shot | 7K words

kim seokjin is best known around campus for his romance advisory podcast, voice mail, but to you, he’s just your lovable idiot of a best friend. but when he accidentally lets it slip that he’s fallen for one of your fellow peers, you can’t help but be a little bit curious (and quite frankly, a tad bit jealous). 

—part of The Bound in Love collaboration

COLLEGE, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, PODCAST au

wash ‘n dry by @seokoloqy​

fluff | one shot | 1.1K words

The one where Seokjin is the cute RA who catches you doing laundry at 1 AM and you both have time to kill.   

COLLEGE, RESIDENT ASSISTANT au  

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