#Namaya

[forbeswho]

nate and amaya have such an amazing doomed romance trope, i would watch a movie with their premises

[proshippersstimming]

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Namaya (Nate Heywood x Amaya Jiwe) from DC’s Legends Of Tomorrow stimboard!

[anderstrevelyan]

Anders has heard his phylactery is nearby—this will go well, right?

Ch. 16: I Would Drown Us in Blood

Rating: Explicit | Pairing: Male Amell/Anders

Read it on AO3 or Read from the beginning

Anders has to move quickly—if he doesn’t find Namaya, tonight, he might miss his chance. There’s nothing more important than severing that last link between him and the Circle, and he knows how to go unnoticed: be quick, quiet, alone. Telling someone your plan rather defeats the purpose, or at least makes being caught far more likely. Wringing his hands, he tries to force himself away and out the door. Almost does it, too, but the chance of something going wrong sits uncomfortably in his gut. Not that he’s worried for himself—his phylactery is by far worth the risk—but if something did happen, and he’s not here for their travel back to the Vigil at first light— Well, they’ll think he’s made a run for it. It’s what Anders does, after all. Or did. Or would have done. Or, specifically, Garrett will think it, that he sees this life much like he did the one in the Circle, and as Anders stands there, watching him ring a gloved finger along the lip of his glass, he finds he can’t stand the idea.

[dalishious]

I've been looking for a morph for Namaya from the Awakening dlc but haven't been able to find one. There is one from the Dragon Age Redesigned mod but it washes out her skin tone quite a bit. Any ideas?

If you don't mind downloading a huge mod just for one morph, I have one included here.

[saaaaaaaaaamo]

Judul: Hakumen No Mono

Penulis: Kazuhiro fujita

Penerbit: Shogakukan

Tahun terbit: 1990-1996

Sinopsis: Tora, sebenarnya namaya adalah Nagatobimaru. Nama Tora sendiri dibuat oleh Ushio, karena bentuknya seperti singa dalam bahasa jepang yaitu Tora. Nah, Tora ini dulu nya monster yang sangat kuat pada jaman nya, tidak peduli manusia ataupun monster semua di lawannya.

Kok bisa ketemu sih. Si Ushio ini punya ayah yang hobinya cerita tentang siluman/monster kepada Ushio, tapi ya Ushio gapeduli amat. Sampai akhirnya si Ushio ketemu Tora di gudang bawah tanah. Tubuh Tora tertancap sebuah tombak bernama Tombak Kemono.

Tombak itu sendiri dapat menghabisi semua monster/siluman, yah tujuan nya sendiri sih cuma untuk ngehabisin si Hakumen no Mono.

Berjalan nya waktu, Ushio dapat mengendalikan kekuatan dari Tombak Kemono dan juga lebih akrab dengan Tora. Pada saat bertarung mereka saling bantu membantu, halah kaya gotong aja.

Ya selanjutnya mereka ngehadapin si Hakumen no Mono, menang deh.

Oh iya lupa, Jadi gini Hakumen no Mono itu bentuknya seperti Kyubi di Naruto Shippuden, dia dulu kuat banget. Tapi setelah manusia dan monster bekerja sama, dia kelelahan, letih, lesu, kabur deh. 

Disitulah Hakumen no Mono menunggu bangkitnya Tombak Kemono.

Kelebihan: alur dan ceritanya bagus, perangnya bagus

Kekurangan: mc nya sangat ceroboh dan tidak bisa memakai pedang iblis

Secara keseluruhan anime ini sangat recommend karna anime ini sangat bagus untuk di tonton banyak orang

[makoshifts]

Page 1. Geography and Location

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Vaiana is located in the Aenesian ocean, an ocean adjacent to the Pacific ocean. divided from the Pacific by the Kokoa chain of volcanoes, it's pretty isolated from the rest of the world and incredibly dangerous to travel to except by sky. the origin of the ocean name is contended, but most scholars agree that it was likely named after the clear blue stones that are prevalent in the cultures of the people there.

Vaiana is an island paradise comprised of three regions: the kaya mountain range, the tavu (forest region), and the Matai (coastal) region. the largest (and most important for those east of the range) mountain is called the Namaya mountain, which is the beginning of the oena river. Vaiana generally doesn't get above 70 degrees and below 50 degrees.

the land is unfortunately constantly being irresponsibly mined for sapphire (which many of the people do not appreciate and desire for the sapphire to be mined traditionally, which does not harm the mountains.

[siaphuniproperti]

Pilihan Perumahan modern di Pamulang dan Sawangan

Berikut artikel baru mengenai 6 proyek perumahan di Jabodetabek dengan kata-kata yang berbeda:

6 Pilihan Perumahan Modern di Jabodetabek yang Layak Dipertimbangkan

Memilih hunian di kawasan Jabodetabek menjadi tantangan tersendiri di tengah perkembangan pesat wilayah ini. Berikut ini adalah enam pilihan perumahan dengan berbagai keunggulan yang dapat memenuhi kebutuhan hunian modern Anda.

1. Alera Park Cinangka, Sawangan

Alera Park Cinangka merupakan perumahan yang menawarkan konsep hunian minimalis modern dengan sentuhan tropis. Berlokasi strategis di Cinangka, Sawangan, Depok, perumahan ini menyediakan akses yang mudah ke Tol Serpong-Cinere dan Stasiun MRT Lebak Bulus.

Fasilitas yang ditawarkan mencakup taman bermain, jogging track, dan keamanan 24 jam. Alera Park menjadi pilihan tepat bagi keluarga muda yang menginginkan hunian dengan lingkungan asri namun tetap dekat dengan pusat kota.

2. Gardenia Park 2 Pondok Petir

Gardenia Park 2 berlokasi di Pondok Petir, Depok, dan dikenal sebagai perumahan yang menawarkan kenyamanan dan ketenangan. Dikelilingi oleh area hijau, perumahan ini cocok untuk Anda yang mencari suasana tinggal yang tenang di tengah kota.

Perumahan ini memiliki fasilitas seperti area bermain anak, taman hijau, serta akses mudah ke berbagai fasilitas umum, seperti sekolah, rumah sakit, dan pusat perbelanjaan.

3. Namaya Park Sawangan

Namaya Park Sawangan adalah salah satu perumahan eksklusif yang berada di kawasan strategis Sawangan. Konsep hunian yang modern dan elegan menjadi daya tarik utama perumahan ini.

Namaya Park memiliki fasilitas internal seperti taman tematik, kolam renang, dan ruang serbaguna untuk komunitas. Lokasinya yang dekat dengan Universitas Terbuka dan RSUD Sawangan menjadikannya pilihan menarik bagi mereka yang aktif bekerja di sekitar Depok dan Tangerang Selatan.

4. Hanami House Sawangan

Hanami House hadir dengan konsep unik yang terinspirasi dari budaya Jepang. Perumahan ini menawarkan desain rumah yang efisien dengan pencahayaan alami dan ventilasi udara yang baik, menciptakan suasana nyaman di dalam rumah.

Berada di Sawangan, Hanami House memiliki akses yang mudah ke The Park Sawangan serta berbagai fasilitas umum lainnya, menjadikannya hunian ideal bagi keluarga muda maupun pasangan yang baru menikah.

5. Tanavila Pamulang

Tanavila Pamulang berlokasi di Tangerang Selatan, tepatnya di kawasan Pamulang. Perumahan ini menawarkan hunian dengan desain modern serta akses yang dekat ke berbagai fasilitas umum, seperti sekolah internasional dan pusat perbelanjaan.

Dengan sistem keamanan yang ketat dan fasilitas internal yang lengkap, seperti taman bermain dan jogging track, Tanavila Pamulang menjadi pilihan hunian yang nyaman untuk keluarga.

6. The Philosophia Ciputat

The Philosophia Ciputat adalah perumahan eksklusif yang terletak di Jalan Martadinata, Ciputat. Lokasinya yang hanya berjarak 0 kilometer dari gerbang tol Ciputat menjadikannya sangat strategis bagi para komuter yang bekerja di Jakarta atau Tangerang Selatan.

Perumahan ini dilengkapi dengan fasilitas seperti one-gate system, CCTV, dan taman hijau. Selain itu, dekatnya perumahan ini dengan halte TransJakarta dan berbagai institusi pendidikan seperti Universitas Pamulang menjadikannya salah satu pilihan hunian terbaik di kawasan Ciputat.

Kesimpulan

Memilih hunian yang tepat di Jabodetabek memerlukan pertimbangan matang, mulai dari lokasi, fasilitas, hingga aksesibilitas. Keenam perumahan di atas menawarkan berbagai keunggulan yang dapat disesuaikan dengan kebutuhan Anda dan keluarga.

[fortunetellersdilettante]

nesha fe balda saghira wandama ysaght al-mutar kent faqtah ahdaq min navethity al-halm bama yamakn an yakon witha anthey pe al-amar saida kent asli tahaoul jahda al-touacel lucken andama hault al-tuhadth alanya shaart wakan cerda ahad stethty samaei ardat an tentmi hanna lucken hannak shaya khati leghaya hanna lathlek sleit (kent asli) yamkeneni al-anfasal sancher janahi usatalam keefe atir safal mae yelzem hatte allems al-samma osatimni omneya ، aghtenem farsa ، agri tguiera walanvesal min al-dhallam elly shams laknani linh unssi gul min ahbahm sakhater ، aghtenem farsa ، agri tguiera walanvesal da-da-dac ounde da-da da-da-dac ounde da-da da-da-dac ounde da-da-da-da traid an chaar balnessem al-dafi al-num tahat shajra al-nakhil ashar bandafa al-muhait arkeb qatara seria al-safar ola meten taera nafatha ، baida (safal) walanvesal sancher janahi usatalam keefe atir safal mae yelzem hatte allems al-samma osatimni omneya ، aghtenem farsa ، agri tguiera and

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ekhan saru chaharatra dangar dighal haishil aaru yetia varashundra pariva mai kewal more khiriki vahirlai chai thakim ki ho'va pare tar sapon dekha aaru yadi mai sukhi ho'ma mai prarthana karim kash chapibal kathor chesta kari ash kintu yetia mai katha ka'valai chesta corrissillo anne lagisil yen koneo more katha sunib nowar yat thakib visarisil kintu yat kiba atta bhul anubhav haishil gotike mai prarthana corrissillo (mai prarthana karim) mai brakeway karib paron mai more dana biyapai dim aaru mai kennedar urib lage shikim mai yi lage seya karim 'mai akash sparsha karon aaru mai atta issa karim, atta sujog lom, atta parivartan karim aaru vischinna andhakar para aaru suryalai kintu mai bhal powa saklobore pahrina mai atta vipadashanka lom, atta sujog lom, parivartan karim aaru vischinna da-da,un, da-da da-da,un, da-da da-da-da, un, da-da-da-da garam vatah anubhav karib visar khejur gashar talat shub sagar bhir anubhav karak ekhan drut relat uthib jet planet bhraman karak, durat (mai karim) aaru vischinna mai more dana biyapai dim aaru mai kennedar urib lage shikim ami ya karat hobbay tai karab' ami akash sparsha corry aaru mai atta issa karim, atta sujog lom, atta parivartan karim atta

ekti chota shahre bad hassen ar jakhan brishti nambe ami shudhu janala die baire takie thaktam ya hate pare taar swapna ar shesh paryanta yadi khushi hatam aami prarthana kartam pounchanor apran chesta kara hachchhe kintu aami jakhan katha baller chesta korechi mane hachchhil keu amar katha shunte pachche na ekhankar thakate cheyechilen kintu ekhane ekta byapar khub kharap lagchilo otopor aami salat (namaya/namaz) aday karlam ami to venge jete pari aami amar dana chhadiye deb ebong aami kibhabe udate pari ta shikhab jatakshan na aami akash sparsh curry totokshon ya karar darkar aami karab ebong aami ekti ichcha karab, ekti suyog neb, ekti poriborton karab ebong bichched andhakar theke ebong shurjer modhye kintu aami jader valobasi tader bhulbo na aami jhuki neb, ekta suyog neb, poriborton anab ebong bichched da-da-da, un, da-da da-da-da, un, da-da da-da-da, un, da-da-da-da ushna batas anubhav karte chan khejur gacher niche ghuman samudrer dheu anubhav karun ekti drut train uthun jet plane bhraman karun, anek doore (ami karab) ebong bichched aami amar dana chhadiye deb ebong aami kibhabe udate pari ta shikhab akash chhonya paryanta ya ya karar tai karab' ebong aami ekti ichcha karab, ekti suyog neb, ekti poriborton karab ekti

Ҙур булмаған ҡалала үҫкән Ә ямғыр ҡасан яуасаҡ Тәҙрәмдән ҡарап ҡына сығыр инем Ниндәй булырға мөмкин икәнлеге тураһында хыялланыу Ә мин бәхетле булып ҡалһам Доға ҡылыр инем Ҡул ҡаушырып ултырыу өсөн тырышыу Әммә сығыш яһарға тырышҡанда Мине бер кем дә ишетмәй кеүек тойолдо Бында булырға теләгән Әммә бында нимәлер шул тиклем дөрөҫ түгел кеүек тойолдо Шуға доға ҡылдым да доға ҡылдым. Тарҡала ала инем Ҡанаттарымды йәйеп, осорға өйрәнермен Күккә тейгәнсе нимә кәрәк, шуны эшләрмен Ә мин теләк белдерәм, шанс алам, үҙгәреш индерәм Һәм тарҡалыу Ҡараңғылыҡтан һәм ҡояшҡа Әммә яратҡандарымдың барыһын да онотмайым Хәүефкә тарыйым, шанс алам, үҙгәреш индерәм Һәм тарҡалыу Да-да-да, ун, да-да Да-да-да, ун, да-да Да-да-да, un, da-da-da-da йылы ел тойорға теләй Пальма аҫтында йоҡлау Океандың ашығыуын тойоғоҙ Тиҙ йөрөшлө поезда ултырығыҙ Алыҫ реактив самолетта йөрөү (мин) Һәм тарҡалыу Ҡанаттарымды йәйеп, осорға өйрәнермен Ни тил кәрәк булһа, шуны эшләрмен" Күккә тейәм Ә мин теләк белдерәм, шанс алам, үҙгәреш индерәм Ан

একটি ছোট শহরে বড় হয়েছেন আর যখন বৃষ্টি নামবে আমি শুধু জানালা দিয়ে বাইরে তাকিয়ে থাকতাম যা হতে পারে তার স্বপ্ন আর শেষ পর্যন্ত যদি খুশি হতাম আমি প্রার্থনা করতাম পৌঁছানোর আপ্রাণ চেষ্টা করা হচ্ছে কিন্তু আমি যখন কথা বলার চেষ্টা করেছি মনে হচ্ছিল কেউ আমার কথা শুনতে পাচ্ছে না এখানকার থাকতে চেয়েছিলেন কিন্তু এখানে একটা ব্যাপার খুব খারাপ লাগছিল অতঃপর আমি সালাত (নামায/নামাজ) আদায় করলাম আমি তো ভেঙে যেতে পারি আমি আমার ডানা ছড়িয়ে দেব এবং আমি কীভাবে উড়তে পারি তা শিখব যতক্ষণ না আমি আকাশ স্পর্শ করি ততক্ষণ যা করার দরকার আমি করব এবং আমি একটি ইচ্ছা করব, একটি সুযোগ নেব, একটি পরিবর্তন করব এবং বিচ্ছেদ অন্ধকার থেকে এবং সূর্যের মধ্যে কিন্তু আমি যাদের ভালোবাসি তাদের ভুলবো না আমি ঝুঁকি নেব, একটা সুযোগ নেব, পরিবর্তন আনব এবং বিচ্ছেদ দা-দা-দা, উন, দা-দা দা-দা-দা, উন, দা-দা দা-দা-দা, উন, দা-দা-দা-দা উষ্ণ বাতাস অনুভব করতে চান খেজুর গাছের নিচে ঘুমান সমুদ্রের ঢেউ অনুভব করুন একটি দ্রুত ট্রেনে উঠুন জেট প্লেনে ভ্রমণ করুন, অনেক দূরে (আমি করব) এবং বিচ্ছেদ আমি আমার ডানা ছড়িয়ে দেব এবং আমি কীভাবে উড়তে পারি তা শিখব আকাশ ছোঁয়া পর্যন্ত যা যা করার তাই করব' এবং আমি একটি ইচ্ছা করব, একটি সুযোগ নেব, একটি পরিবর্তন করব একটি

Kiçik bir şəhərdə böyüyüb boya-başa çatmış Yağış (göydən) enəcəyi, Mən sadəcə pəncərəmdən baxırdım, Nə ola biləcəyini xəyal etmək Və əgər mən xoşbəxt olsaydım, Dua edərdim Səy göstərmək Amma danışmaq istəyəndə, Hiss edirdim ki, məni heç kim eşitmir, Buraya mənsub olmaq istədi Amma burada bir şey o qədər səhv idi ki, Buna görə dua etdim (dua edərdim) Mən ayrıla bilərdim Qanadlarımı yayaram, uçmağı öyrənərəm, Səmaya toxunduğum üçün nə lazımdırsa edərəm Mən də bir arzu edərəm, bir şans verin, dəyişiklik edin Və ayrıldıq Qaranlıqdan, günəşə Amma bütün sevdiklərimi unutmaram Risk edəcəm, şans verin, dəyişiklik edim Və ayrıldıq Da-da-da, un, da-da Da-da-da, un, da-da Da-da-da, un, da-da-da-da isti külək hiss etmək istəyirəm Xurma ağacının altında yat Okeanın tələskən olduğunu hiss et Sürətli qatarla gəmiyə minin Təyyarə ilə səyahət, uzaq (İ will will) Və ayrıldıq Qanadlarımı yayaram, uçmağı öyrənərəm, Til nə lazımdırsa edərəm' Göy üzünə toxunuram Mən də bir arzu edərəm, bir şans verin, dəyişiklik edin An

এখন সৰু চহৰত ডাঙৰ দীঘল হৈছিল আৰু যেতিয়া বৰষুণ পৰিব মই কেৱল মোৰ খিৰিকীৰ বাহিৰলৈ চাই থাকিম কি হ'ব পাৰে তাৰ সপোন দেখা আৰু যদি মই সুখী হ'ম মই প্ৰাৰ্থনা কৰিম কাষ চাপিবলৈ কঠোৰ চেষ্টা কৰি আছে কিন্তু যেতিয়া মই কথা ক'বলৈ চেষ্টা কৰিছিলো এনে লাগিছিল যেন কোনেও মোৰ কথা শুনিব নোৱাৰে ইয়াত থাকিব বিচাৰিছিল কিন্তু ইয়াত কিবা এটা ভুল অনুভৱ হৈছিল গতিকে মই প্ৰাৰ্থনা কৰিছিলো (মই প্ৰাৰ্থনা কৰিম) মই ব্ৰেকৱে কৰিব পাৰোঁ মই মোৰ ডানা বিয়পাই দিম আৰু মই কেনেদৰে উৰিব লাগে শিকিম মই যি লাগে সেয়া কৰিম 'মই আকাশ স্পৰ্শ কৰোঁ আৰু মই এটা ইচ্ছা কৰিম, এটা সুযোগ লম, এটা পৰিৱৰ্তন কৰিম আৰু বিচ্ছিন্ন অন্ধকাৰৰ পৰা আৰু সূৰ্যলৈ কিন্তু মই ভাল পোৱা সকলোবোৰ পাহৰিনা মই এটা বিপদাশংকা লম, এটা সুযোগ লম, পৰিৱৰ্তন কৰিম আৰু বিচ্ছিন্ন দা-দা,উন, দা-দা দা-দা,উন, দা-দা দা-দা-দা, উন, দা-দা-দা-দা গৰম বতাহ অনুভৱ কৰিব বিচাৰে খেজুৰ গছৰ তলত শুব সাগৰৰ ভিৰ অনুভৱ কৰক এখন দ্ৰুত ৰেলত উঠিব জেট প্লেনত ভ্ৰমণ কৰক, দূৰত (মই কৰিম) আৰু বিচ্ছিন্ন মই মোৰ ডানা বিয়পাই দিম আৰু মই কেনেদৰে উৰিব লাগে শিকিম আমি যা করতে হবে তাই করব' আমি আকাশ স্পর্শ করি আৰু মই এটা ইচ্ছা কৰিম, এটা সুযোগ লম, এটা পৰিৱৰ্তন কৰিম এটা

نشأ في بلدة صغيرة وعندما يسقط المطر كنت فقط أحدق من نافذتي الحلم بما يمكن أن يكون وإذا انتهى بي الأمر سعيدا كنت أصلي تحاول جاهدة التواصل لكن عندما حاولت التحدث علانية شعرت وكأن لا أحد يستطيع سماعي أردت أن تنتمي هنا لكن هناك شيء خاطئ للغاية هنا لذلك صليت (كنت أصلي) يمكنني الانفصال سأنشر جناحي وسأتعلم كيف أطير سأفعل ما يلزم حتى ألمس السماء وسأتمنى أمنية ، أغتنم الفرصة ، أجري تغييرا والانفصال من الظلام إلى الشمس لكنني لن أنسى كل من أحبهم سأخاطر ، أغتنم الفرصة ، أجري تغييرا والانفصال دا-دا-دا، أون، دا-دا دا-دا-دا، أون، دا-دا دا-دا-دا، أون، دا-دا-دا-دا تريد أن تشعر بالنسيم الدافئ النوم تحت شجرة النخيل اشعر باندفاع المحيط اركب قطارا سريعا السفر على متن طائرة نفاثة ، بعيدا (سأفعل) والانفصال سأنشر جناحي وسأتعلم كيف أطير سأفعل ما يلزم حتى ألمس السماء وسأتمنى أمنية ، أغتنم الفرصة ، أجري تغييرا و

ያደግኩት በአንዲት ትንሽ ከተማ ውስጥ ነው ዝናቡም በሚዘንብበት ጊዜ በመስኮት ብቻ ትኩረቴን እሰጣለሁ ምን ሊሆን እንደሚችል ሕልም ደ��ተኛ ብሆን እጸልያለሁ ለመድረስ ብርቱ ጥረት ማድረግ ነገር ግን ለመናገር ስሞክር ማንም ሊሰማኝ እንደማይችል ተሰማኝ እዚህ አባል መሆን ፈልጎ ነበር ነገር ግን እዚህ አንድ ችግር ተሰማኝ ስለዚህ ጸለይኩኝ (እጸልያለሁ) ልለያይ እችላለሁ ክንፎቼን እዘረጋለሁ እንዴት መብረር እንደሚቻል እማራለሁ እኔ የሚጠይቀውን አደርጋለሁ ''ሰማይን እስከነካሁ እኔም ምኞቴ ነው እድል እወስዳለሁ ለውጥ አደርጋለሁ እንዲሁም መለያየት ከጨለማ ወደ ፀሀይ እኔ ግን የምወዳቸውን ሁሉ አልረሳም አደጋ ላይ እገኛለሁ, ዕድል እወስዳለሁ, ለውጥ አደርጋለሁ እንዲሁም መለያየት Da-da-da, un, da-da Da-da-da, un, da-da ዳ-ዳ-ዳ, un, da-da-da-da-da ሞቅ ያለ ነፋስ እንዲሰማው ይፈልጋሉ በዘንባባ ዛፍ ሥር መተኛት የውቅያኖስን የችኮላ ስሜት ይሰማህ በፍጥነት ባቡር ተሳፈሩ ጉዞ በጄት አውሮፕላን, ሩቅ ነው (አደርጋለሁ) እንዲሁም መለያየት ክንፎቼን እዘረጋለሁ እንዴት መብረር እንደሚቻል እማራለሁ የሚፈጀውን አደርገዋለሁ። ሰማይን እነካለሁ እኔም ምኞቴ ነው እድል እወስዳለሁ ለውጥ አደርጋለሁ አን

U rrit në një qytet të vogël Dhe kur shiu do të binte poshtë Thjesht do të shikoja nga dritarja ime. Duke ëndërruar se çfarë mund të jetë Dhe nëse do të përfundoja i lumtur Do të lutesha Duke u përpjekur shumë për të arritur Por kur u përpoqa të flisja hapur Ndjeva sikur askush nuk mund të më dëgjonte Doja të përkasja këtu. Por diçka u ndje kaq keq këtu Kështu që u luta (do të lutesha) Mund të shkëputem Do t'i shtrij krahët dhe do të mësoj si të fluturoj. Unë do të bëj atë që duhet deri sa të prek qiellin Dhe unë do të bëj një dëshirë, do të marr një shans, do të bëj një ndryshim Dhe shkëputje Nga errësira dhe në diell Por nuk do t'i harroj të gjitha ato që dua Unë do të rrezikoj, do të marr një shans, do të bëj një ndryshim Dhe shkëputje Da-da-da, un, da-da Da-da-da, un, da-da Da-da-da, un, da-da-da-da Dua të ndjej flladin e ngrohtë Fli nën një palmë Ndjeje nxitimin e oqeanit Hipni në një tren të shpejtë Udhëtim në një avion reaktiv, larg (unë do të) Dhe shkëputje Do t'i shtrij krahët dhe do të mësoj si të fluturoj. Unë do të bëj atë që duhet deri sa të prek qiellin Dhe unë do të bëj një dëshirë, do të marr një shans, do të bëj një ndryshim An

Het in 'n klein dorpie grootgeword En wanneer die reën sou val Ek sou net by my venster uitstaar Droom van wat kan wees En as ek gelukkig sou wees Ek sou bid Probeer hard om uit te reik Maar toe ek probeer praat Het gevoel asof niemand my kon hoor nie Wou hier hoort Maar iets voel so verkeerd hier So ek het gebid (ek sou bid) Ek kan wegbreek Ek sal my vlerke sprei en ek sal leer hoe om te vlieg Ek sal doen wat nodig is totdat ek aan die lug raak En ek sal 'n wens maak, 'n kans waag, 'n verandering maak En wegbreek Uit die duisternis en in die son Maar ek sal nie almal vergeet vir wie ek lief is nie Ek sal 'n risiko neem, 'n kans waag, 'n verandering maak En wegbreek Da-da-da, un, da-da Da-da-da, un, da-da Da-da-da, un, da-da-da-da Wil jy die warm briesie voel Slaap onder 'n palmboom Voel die gejaag van die see Klim aan boord van 'n vinnige trein Reis op 'n straalvliegtuig, ver weg (ek sal) En wegbreek Ek sal my vlerke sprei en ek sal leer hoe om te vlieg Ek sal doen wat nodig is totdat ek die lug raak En ek sal 'n wens maak, 'n kans waag, 'n verandering maak 'N

Ukhulele edolobheni elincane Futhi lapho imvula yayizowela phansi Ngangivele ngigqolozele ngewindi lami Ukuphupha ngalokho okungaba Futhi uma ngingagcina ngijabule Ngingathandaza Ukuzama kanzima ukufinyelela Kodwa lapho ngizama ukukhuluma Wazizwa sengathi akekho owayengangizwa Wayefuna ukuba lapha Kodwa kukhona owazizwa engalungile kakhulu lapha Ngakho ngathandaza (ngizothandaza) Ngingahlukana Ngizosabalalisa amaphiko ami futhi ngizofunda indlela yokundiza Ngizokwenza lokho okudingekayo 'kuze kube yilapho ngithinta isibhakabhaka Futhi ngizokwenza isifiso, ngithathe ithuba, ngenze ushintsho Futhi ukuhlukana Kuphuma ebumnyameni naselangeni Kodwa ngeke ngikhohlwe bonke engibathandayo Ngizothatha ingozi, ngithathe ithuba, ngenze ushintsho Futhi ukuhlukana Da-da-da, un, da-da Da-da-da, un, da-da Da-da-da, un, da-da-da-da ufuna ukuzwa impepho efudumele Lala ngaphansi kwesihlahla sesundu Zizwe ukugxambukela kolwandle Gibela isitimela esisheshayo Ukuhamba ngendiza ye-jet, kude (ngizokwenza) Futhi ukuhlukana Ngizosabalalisa amaphiko ami futhi ngizofunda indlela yokundiza Ngizokwenza lokho okudingekayo til' ngithinta isibhakabhaka Futhi ngizokwenza isifiso, ngithathe ithuba, ngenze ushintsho An

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OMG A NAMAYA TAELARA FIC???? ALL OF MY FAVORITE THINGS IN ONE PLACE. and they're all gonna be happy and FINE OR ELSE🔪🔪🔪

tae messing with her just to get her flustered has me smiling like an idiot I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM!!!!!

NOT THE JK CRUMBS AGAIN WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg diLARA stop flirting with jungkook IN BROAD DAYLIGHT jesus girl!!!!

wahhhhhhhhhhhhh i'm so haaaaaaaaaappyyyyyyyyyyyyy tae and dilara are FLIRTING (i literally said HELLO??????????? out loud in my house when he was dirty talking her at the party BYE) and namjoon and kaya are having healthy communication and everyone is JUST HOW I WANT THEM NOW DONT TOUCH THEM!!!!

OH NOOOOOOOOOO OH NOOOOOO YOU DIDN'T LISTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

no dilara you fucking idiot this is not about lewis this is about JUNGKOOK BECAUSE YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH HIM IN BROAD DAYLIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (omg i love this hahahahahahaaha bring it on, this is fun lmao)

Los Angeles pt. 2

Summary: Taehyung finds himself in the midst of a crisis, while Namjoon has a fight with his girlfriend an hour before the Grammys.

Pairing: Taehyung x OC, Namjoon x OC (different OCs)

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst

Word count: 13.8 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol, making out, sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, jealousy

A/N: Hellooooo, wrote about some controversial but fan favourite couples after a while :D Set three months after New Year’s Eve Eve. Refers to events from Los Angeles, Weekend Story and Melbourne, but can be read standalone.

Tagging: @bbl32, @quarter-life-crisis2, @margopinkerton, @faearchives, @whoisbts, @purpleseoul7, @kflixnet (if you want to be added to the taglist, lmk)

Listen to: “gimme all your love” by alabama shakes

taehyung masterlist | namjoon masterlist | main masterlist

The morning is new, with the sun’s rays slanting in through the large windows. They’re blocked by the white sheets, giving the bed a warm, faint glow and making honey skin look golden. It’s fingers on hips, lips soft against muscle, intimate smiles between kisses and the quiet murmurs of nothing in particular for no one else to hear.

“It could be Kanye.” Dilara murmurs, her lips brushing against his ear. Her arms come around his neck and she sighs as his mouth moves gently along her jaw.

Taehyung groans quietly, kissing the skin along her neck and down to her shoulder. “Don’t even say that,” he complains softly, running a hand down the side of her body. “Are you wearing a new lotion?”

“Picked it up from the airport. What about -” She breaks off momentarily when he raises his head to face her, taken off guard by his eyes immediately locking on hers. “- um… Bruno. Mars. After that thing that went viral.”

He snickers softly and kisses her. “Unlikely,” he disagrees quietly against her lips. “It’ll probably be Kendrick,” he adds, pulling her closer, their naked bodies flush against each other.

“I can get behind that.” Dilara runs a hand through his thick hair and hooks a leg around his waist, flipping them over. Straddling him, she takes in his expression of surprise and arousal in equal measure. “I still think it’ll be Kanye, though. Record of the Year is always someone controversial,” she points out, flipping her long hair over one shoulder and straightening up.

Taehyung shakes his head slowly. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

He says it in Korean, but this Dilara can understand. She doesn’t bother suppressing her smile. “So you agree with me?”

He grins. “Sure. Unless you’re wrong.” He’s gone blond once again, for their comeback and upcoming tour. It’s a sunny golden, thick and brushing the tops of his ears and reaching the nape of his neck. He looks unbelievably handsome, like a work of art sculpted just for her.

She narrows her eyes playfully and adjusts herself on top of him, his erection brushing against her arse cheeks and making her toes curl automatically. “What do I get if I’m right?”

He holds her hips. “What do you want?”

“Write me a song.”

“I’ll write you a hundred,” he promises, just as she slides onto him, their sighs of pleasure occurring in unison. She moves slowly, rolling her hips into his and feeling his length inside her as he helps her along. It’s slow, soft and loving, the morning sun streaming in through the gaps in the curtains as she rides him, his fingers steady on her flesh and his gaze holding hers until the end.

“What time do we need to leave?” Dilara asks a little while later, flushed and on her back as she checks her phone. Her heart is still racing slightly, at a comfortable, post-coital pace.

“Hm, around four?” Taehyung answers, putting down his own phone and scooching over to her. He slides his arm around her waist and rests his chin comfortably on her shoulder. “But me and Jimin have to film something before that so you’ll have to come with the others. Unless you want to come with us?” he offers, squeezing her waist affectionately.

But Dilara shakes her head. “That’s okay. I don’t think I’ll be ready before that. I have to go pick up my dress and then Kaya and I have plans to go to lunch, get our hair done…” She places her phone back on the nightstand and turns to face him. 

“Wow. So you two are friends, then? If you’re getting your hair done together,” he points out seriously. He fingers a curl falling down her neck. “Your hair looks amazing like this - why do you even need to get it done?”

She chuckles. “Yeah? Should I just turn up to the Grammys afterparty with sex hair and messy curls?”

“Sounds perfect.”

She rolls her eyes and tucks her hair back self-consciously. “Not going to happen. We don’t have award-winning stylists to do our hair and make-up,” she reminds him, poking his shoulder. “And I like Kaya. She’s fun.”

“M-hm.” He kisses her but pulls away abruptly. “Are you sure you don’t mind watching the show from backstage, though?” 

“Absolutely,” she replies, shaking her head immediately. “I have no desire to sneak around the cameras and hope we don’t get spotted together. Kaya and I will chill backstage,” she tells him, wrapping her hands around his neck and sinking into his embrace, “cheer for you during your performance -” She kisses him slowly, slipping her tongue into his mouth, “- and meet you at the afterparty.”

Taehyung kisses her back and rolls on top of her, his blond hair brushing her cheeks. “I love you,” he murmurs before pulling away and frowning slightly. “Did you say you have to pick up your dress?”

“Yeah, it’s a Jenny Packham dress from her fall collection and it’s gorgeous. I have it on hold at a store here - shit, I should actually leave soon.” With an enormous effort, Dilara kisses him quickly and gently nudges him off, smirking at his dramatic groan. Swinging her legs off the bed, she begins searching for clothes.

“Can I see the dress?” he asks, still lying down as she pulls on his striped white button-down shirt from last night.

“Yeah, at the show.”

His jaw drops. “Seriously? It’s a secret?”

She gives him a look, now pulling on a pair of cotton shorts from her suitcase. “It wasn’t, but it can be. It’s a really nice dress and I want your reaction to the whole thing, with hair and shoes and all. It doesn’t work if I show you a picture of it beforehand,” she reasons.

“Huh.” Taehyung sits up on his knees and reaches for his joggers at the end of the bed. “Interesting. Sort of like a wedding dress.”

Dilara throws a t-shirt at him. “It’s not a wedding dress,” she states, her stomach fluttering without warning despite this being one of his favourite bits.

“Are you sure? Because I can roll with that,” he says seriously, pulling on the t-shirt and running his hands through his messy hair. “My outfit for today hasn’t been decided yet and I know there’s a white jacket that’s available -”

“Tae, I swear to God, don’t even joke about -”

“- but we should coordinate everything else, though, like a garter or -”

Dilara walks backwards with warm cheeks as Taehyung steps towards her, his forehead creased like he’s concentrating hard. “I’m going to kill you, I really am -” She turns around and opens the door of his room, hurrying outside and ignoring him as he continues. 

“- and if you’re wearing like a - how do you say it in English? That white cloth that comes over your face -”

“I’m not even listening, I’m just - oh, God!” She shrieks, partly in surprise and partly because of her heart skipping her beat when he grabs her around the waist and her feet leave the floor. 

“That really bothers you, doesn’t it?” Taehyung asks teasingly after he puts her down in the open kitchen of the shared suite. The doors to the other two rooms are still closed, leaving them alone in the expanse of the combined living room and kitchen area.

“No,” she disagrees automatically, popping two slices of bread into the toaster as she feels him come up behind her. “It’s just annoying. Like you,” she adds, poking him in the stomach.

He pokes her back. “You’re annoying.”

“You’re more annoying.”

“You’re -“

They jump slightly when the toaster dings and the bread pops up, dry and toasted. 

“Ooh, there’s jam,” he says, digressing and reaching behind her to pull a tray with small, pretty jars lined up on it. “Strawberry, obviously,” he decides, picking up a pink jar.

“Oh, no, try the blueberry…”

“Apricot? That doesn’t sound good at all…”

“I see your apricot and I raise you -“ She picks up a jar at the end and holds it up, wrinkling her nose. “- dates.”

Taehyung snickers, unscrewing the lid of the blueberry jam and lathering a generous amount on his toast with a butter knife. 

“Oh, I can’t have sugar,” she tells him when he offers her some, and bites into the plain toast. “What? I’m two weeks away from the first race. I can’t risk a single unwanted calorie.”

Taehyung frowns, dipping his finger into the jam. “Not even a taste?” he asks, waving a dollop of the sweet-smelling jelly in front of her.

She groans and leans back against the island. “Don’t tempt me,” she warns him, knocking his hand away.

“Just one.”

“No way. I’m already making an exception for later today where I intend to have one or many mimosas at lunch,” she points out.

“Fine.” He makes a big show of sucking it off his finger and smacking his lips while she narrows her eyes at him. “You said you didn’t want any,” he reminds her, stepping towards her and taking a large bite of his toast, leaving a smear of jam on the tip of his nose.

Pursing her lips in amusement, Dilara reaches up on the tips of her toes and licks it off. “Just made an exception.”

Taehyung’s face breaks out into a grin, but he visibly reins it in. Placing his hands on either side of her, he presses a sweet kiss to her cheek. “You know what you just did,” he says, taking another bite of his toast, “was a very married couple kind of thing to -“

“I hate you.”

“You really don’t.”

“Yes, I do…”

They’re kissing in between giggles and bites of toast when the front door opens. 

“Oh!” Jungkook immediately screws his eyes shut and halts in place, looking like he’s walked into an invisible wall. Jimin strolls in along with him, simply raising his eyebrows at them as they separate reluctantly.

“Told you they’ll have food,” says Jimin in Korean, dropping his gym bag on the floor. He comes over to examine the plate of jams and looks up in mild horror. “That’s it? Bread and jam?”

“Haven’t you lived on worse?” Dilara tosses him the wireless landline. “It’s technically your hotel suite. Feel free to order room service. JK, what about you? JK?” She turns to see him still standing in the same place with his eyes closed, his neck and ears red.

“Nothing for me, thanks.”

Taehyung frowns curiously at him as he chews his toast while Jimin reaches over and taps his hip with the phone. “I’m getting shakshuka,” he informs him. “They have eggs benedict, too.”

Jungkook finally peels his eyes open slowly and clears his throat, placing his gym bag next to Jimin’s and coming up next to him. “Uh, yeah, sure.” He looks up gingerly at Dilara and Taehyung across the island and his shoulders visibly relax, as though relieved to confirm that they’re no longer snogging. “What about you guys?”

“Just toast for me. But,” she adds, “may I tempt you to try the best jam offered by the Hilton?” She reaches across the island to where the tray of jams is next to Jimin’s elbow. “Hint: it contains dates.”

As she struggles to reach the tray while Jimin remains unbothered, the wide collar of Taehyung’s shirt falls open slightly. It takes her a moment to remember she isn’t wearing a bra and another to sense eyes on her. Before she can confirm, however, Taehyung’s arm appears in front of her.

“Or you can try the apricot,” he suggests, placing the bottle on the island. Dilara looks up to see his gaze on Jungkook, both knowing and just the slightest bit amused.

Jungkook’s face reddens again. “Apricot sounds good,” he mumbles, taking the bottle and sliding off the bar stool he was sitting on.

Taehyung snickers under his breath as he leaves while Dilara smacks his arm playfully, suppressing her own smile when the door opens for the second time. 

“Told you they’d have food,” says Namjoon with Kaya entering beside him. She’s already dressed in jeans and an off-shoulder top, looking fresh and glowing as she runs a hand through her long hair, the other interlaced loosely with her boyfriend’s fingers.

“Are you ready to go?” she asks Dilara, dropping his hand and taking Jungkook’s vacated seat. Meanwhile, Namjoon examines the lone packet of bread in disappointment.

“Yeah, just need to shower.”

Namjoon’s head snaps up. “You should hurry. We need to leave at four on the dot, so you guys should be back before then.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be ten minutes.” Dilara swallows the last of her toast and skips into Taehyung’s room, shutting the door behind her.

When she returns, showered and doused in sunscreen for a sunny day in Los Angeles, Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook and Namjoon are sharing one plate of shakshuka, looking extremely tragic as they do. Kaya observes them with a frown, looking somewhat sympathetic but also mildly concerned.

“We’re performing today,” says Jimin defensively, giving Namjoon a sideways glare, before Dilara even opens her mouth.

“Hey, no judgement,” she replies. “We’re just going to leave you guys to… this.”

“Yeah,” agrees Kaya slowly, rubbing Namjoon’s shoulder and kissing him on the cheek. “Enjoy your… plate.”

“There’s no need to rub it in,” sniffs Taehyung. Namjoon gives her a forlorn look but doesn’t respond, while Jungkook nods sadly.

“We’ll bring you back a muffin or something,” suggests Dilara. “For after the performance.”

All of them mumble incoherently, scraping their forks on the ceramic plate as Kaya and Dilara leave them.

“Remember we need to leave at four!” Namjoon calls out at the last moment.

“Yes, love you!” Kaya replies and shuts the door behind her and raises her eyebrows. “Never a good idea to be around them when they’re hungry,” she mutters as they head down the carpeted hallway.

Dilara snickers, pressing the elevator button. “I didn’t want to say it in front of them, but I’m so glad we got a reservation at this place for lunch. They have the best sushi - and mimosas.��

“Thank God,” says Kaya as they head down. “I was afraid I was going to have to share that shakshuka with them.”

While Dilara could only take a handful of days away from training to visit Los Angeles, she’d jumped at the chance to do it anyway. She missed Taehyung, she missed the sun and although it was pleasantly unexpected, she was looking forward to hanging out with Kaya again.

It wasn’t a huge surprise to her - and even less to Namjoon, who had casually deduced that it was due to the extreme lack of female presence in her life that she had taken to Kaya so quickly. 

She’d been FaceTiming Taehyung and had asked if Kaya would be coming as well, when Namjoon had popped up in the background to confirm that she would and to additionally provide this insight. Dilara had been about to disagree out of habit when it occurred to her that outside of Lexie, she didn’t actually have a single female friend.

While Lexie is her closest friend, there is something entirely different about Kaya, something so mature and put together that it stirs something admiring in Dilara, almost intimidatingly so. It also helps that she looks like the consummate girl next door from a movie, all long hair and sweet perfume and gorgeous smiles and unknowing double takes from men they pass on the street.

“He’s cute.” Dilara gestures as subtly as she can to a guy walking a German Shepherd across the street.

Kaya turns to see him smile back at her and continues walking, shrugging awkwardly. “I guess. Not really my type, though.”

“Yeah? What’s your type?”

“Tall. Broad. Pretty basic.” She chuckles and gives Dilara a knowing look, sipping at the straw of the iced coffee in her hand. 

Dilara returns her smile and adjusts the shopping bags on her arm, glancing at the Jenny Packham box inside the biggest one. Mildly considering that she may have overhyped the dress to Taehyung, she winces and pushes the box down and looks up to see a flash.

Her heart skips an enormous beat for a moment. “Shit,” she mutters, side-eyeing the woman who’s just clicked a picture of her from inside the coffee shop they just passed. “I think I’m paranoid. Ever since Taehyung and I got back together, I just assume that someone’s taking my picture because they know.” She hears a couple of more clicks and winces. “Sorry… but your picture might end up on an obscure sports Instagram account somewhere”

Kaya clicks her tongue sympathetically. “Don’t worry about it. And, yeah, I used to feel that, too, in the beginning. No one was taking pictures of me,” she clarifies, “but if someone even looked at me funny, my mind went straight to the worst possible scenario. Does your PR team know, though?” she asks after a moment. “In case it ever does come out?”

“Oh.” This isn’t something that’s occurred to Dilara. “Do you think I need to? Actually, yeah,” she muses, frowning at the hypothetical possibilities. “Maybe I should tell Red Bull. They do have a brand to think of.”

“Yeah, and if it’s anything illegal, then they’ll have the power to shut it down,” she points out. “You should talk to Taehyung about it, too. There’s probably protocol at his end as well.”

Dilara bites her lip, a little overwhelmed and marvelling briefly at the depth of knowledge Kaya seems to have about this. “Yeah, probably. Does Namjoon have, like, legal plans in place, too?”

“M-hm.” She nods, taking another sip of her coffee. Her dark eyes are wide and earnest, as though she’s talking about dinner plans with him. “I mean, I’m not famous so I’m guessing it’s more along the lines of social media and tabloids and stuff as compared to, like -” She shrugs “- if I’m being stalked or something.”

“Wow.” Dilara raises her eyebrows. “Sorry, you just seem really calm about… the possibility of being stalked.”

Kaya waves a nonchalant hand. “It’s just him being overly-cautious. Namjoon is very protective.” She says it with a shake of the head, but Dilara can still detect a hint of pride at the statement.

They head to lunch after that and decide to take a table inside to protect their freshly-styled hair. The owner ends up being a Formula 1 fan, possibly one of the few that exists in America, and almost trips over himself when he comes over.

“I may have a restaurant in Los Angeles but I could never forget someone who represents my country,” he says emotionally before declaring them free drinks for the rest of the afternoon.

“Is this normal?” Kaya asks in a hushed voice after he leaves. She’s on her third drink and her skin is glowing more than ever. Her eyes are bright and her speech is slightly faster than it was before, but Dilara finds it ridiculously endearing.

“The free stuff? Kind of, not a lot.” Dilara shrugs, starting a fresh drink. “It mostly happens abroad. Nobody in England gives a fuck. I’m sure this happens to the guys in Korea, though,” she adds curiously.

But Kaya shakes her head. “Oh, no. Well, not in my experience at least. Namjoon usually calls the restaurant ahead and they make sure we get a table with privacy and everything, but it doesn’t involve free stuff unless they’re promoting it. I prefer it that way, though,” she says after a moment. “It makes our dates feel normal.” She shrugs in a shy, private way.

Dilara tries to picture Namjoon as she knows him - the leader, serious and focused for all their schedules during the Red Bull and BTS partnership last year - with the version Kaya seems to be referring to, the one that takes his girlfriend on dates and holds her hand out of habit. 

“Does the long distance thing get easier, though?” she asks after a moment, biting her lip. “Because the first time Tae and I tried, it… it sort of went up in flames,” she confesses, realising somewhere in the back of her mind that the alcohol is starting to get to her as well, if she’s uttering these thoughts out loud.

Surprisingly, Kaya nods. “It definitely does,” she answers. “You get used to it, actually. The work takes over, the in-person times get better.” She chuckles and finishes the last of her drink. “The fights get weirder.”

“Our fights are pretty weird already,” she mutters.

“They’ll get more so. Last week, Namjoon and I had this huge fight because I forgot to lock my front door again.” She rolls her eyes. “I mean - yeah, he wasn’t totally wrong and it was maybe careless of me but I live in a safe building, you know? I know all my neighbours.”

Dilara nods, sensing they might be nearing the venting stage of their day-drinking session. But just then, Kaya glances at her phone.

“We should probably head back, though. I’m going to need to sober up before we leave,” she admits, wincing theatrically.

They ask for the cheque and leave soon after, and it becomes apparent to Dilara as they reach the hotel that Kaya was not exaggerating her need to sober up. She can’t help but enjoy it, though; it’s been a long time since she’s enjoyed a normal day out with a girlfriend with whom she’s felt such an immediate kinship. Kaya is an adorable drunk, she discovers, one that seems to shed a layer of her maturity and grown-up aura after a few drinks.

“It’s… wow, we have forty-five minutes to go,” remarks Dilara as they enter the lobby.

“And that’s why I suggested doing the hair stuff in the beginning. I had a feeling I might go overboard with the drinks,” points out Kaya, rummaging in her bag. “Where is my phone, my phone… oh, it’s in my pocket…”

She’s slurring less than she was before, though, which Dilara takes as a good sign. The elevator door opens and they’re met with Namjoon standing inside, fully dressed in a designer suit and his dark blond hair styled, his head low over his phone. The moment he looks up, however, his deep frown fades and a relieved smile spreads across his face.

“Thank God, I thought you guys were -”

“Hey, babe!” Kaya hops in, wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him on the mouth. He takes a moment but his hands come up to rest on her waist when she pulls away and takes in his figure. “Shit, you look hot.”

Namjoon raises his eyebrows. “Um, I - thanks. You look…” He frowns at her as she moves to stand next to him. “Are you drunk?”

She groans and places her head on his shoulder, holding his arm, while Dilara suppresses a smile at how concerned he looks. “Just a little.” She straightens up and carefully brushes her hair off her face. “I just need a black coffee and I’ll be fine.”

Namjoon’s tongue pokes through his chin but he doesn’t say anything, simply holding her waist to steady her. Suddenly feeling awkward, Dilara clears her throat.

“Tae - has he left already?”

“About half an hour ago.”

She nods, taking another peek at her dress inside the bag. She may have overhyped it, but Taehyung loves hype, as she’s discovered. The elevator reaches the top floor and opens soundlessly and all three of them step out, Dilara going in the opposite direction as the other two.

“I’ll see you guys downstairs!” She looks back to see Namjoon nod once in response as he and Kaya walk back to the other shared room, tall and beautiful, holding hands. 

They reach the room and Kaya lets go of his hand, suddenly exhausted. She reaches the bed and falls backwards on it, welcoming the cool air conditioning and groaning again.

“How awesome would a nap be right now?” she mumbles, before rubbing her face and sitting up. “Could you order me a coffee? I’ll start getting ready.” She slides off the bed and heads into the bathroom, frowning when he doesn’t respond. “Joon?”

She steps outside and sees him in front of the full length mirror, strapping on a watch and notably silent. His jaw is hardened and Kaya’s heart skips an uncomfortable beat.

“What’s wrong?”

Namjoon doesn’t look up at her. “It’s…” He checks the watch. “... three twenty-five and you’re asking me this question?”

She frowns, wondering if she’s missing something. “You said we had to leave at four. That means I still have -”

“Yeah, I can do the math.” He cuts her off. “But you’re also drunk. Was that really necessary? Today?”

“I’m not drunk,” she clarifies. “I’m… a little buzzed, that’s all. And that’s why I asked for that coffee -”

“I don’t have time to order you a coffee, Kaya!”

“Fine! I’ll just have the one in the room -”

“That’s not the point!” Namjoon shakes his head as his phone pings and he picks it up. He sighs as he reads it before looking up at her. “This is an important night for me - and a stressful one. I don’t need to be worried about getting you sober or -”

“You don’t have to!” she exclaims. “I’ll make my own coffee and I’ll -”

“You’re going to drink a coffee, get dressed and everything in half an hour?”

“Yes, I will! Namjoon, I’m not going to ruin your night just because I had a couple of drinks at -”

But she’s cut off by his phone ringing, which he answers and speaks into in Korean, pinching the bridge of his nose and nodding. Kaya shakes her head but falls silent, her buzz having rapidly disappeared but her heart now feeling uncomfortably heavy. 

Namjoon nods and hangs up, taking a moment before looking up at her. “You know what? I can’t fight with you right now - we’re getting late. Will you meet me downstairs?” He waits for her to nod silently before striding over to the door. 

Kaya turns to go back to the bathroom, spotting her dress in its cover hanging on the clothes rack in the open closet. She stops in her tracks when she hears him speak again.

“I really needed you to have my back today, Kaya.” Before she can respond, the door closes shut.

—

The green room backstage at the Grammys is more spacious than Dilara would’ve predicted. She realises she may have been picturing her own changing rooms in the paddocks, but the backstage area allotted to BTS is huge; there are make-up chairs and vanity mirrors, comfortable couches, a table on the side with water and healthy snacks, and a row of private changing rooms at the end.

Dilara is engaged in a makeshift game of tossing corn nuts in the air for Jungkook to catch in his mouth, making each attempt a little more complicated than the last. Jimin shows up midway but gets annoyed when he doesn’t catch a single one, opting instead to sabotage Jungkook.

“Higher, higher - he has a weak left side!” Jimin shrieks as Dilara chucks another one in the air, both of them guffawing when Jungkook trips and falls to the floor in his attempt to catch it.

“I still got it!” Jungkook points out, chewing on the corn nut and getting to his feet. A stylist appears from seemingly nowhere and begins dusting off his trousers, giving Dilara a dirty look as she leaves.

Deciding to make the rest of the game simpler, she tosses another nut in the air, but it’s caught in the air halfway to Jungkook. Jimin cackles melodiously at Jungkook’s momentarily stumped face when the corn nut doesn’t reach him, but no one else pays attention.

“Can I borrow my girlfriend for a minute?” Taehyung asks, face smooth and impassive, looking right at Dilara.

Unable to suppress her smile this time, she nods, having expected this. She tosses the bag of corn nuts on the nearest dressing table and lets Taehyung lead her to the back of the green room, away from everyone’s view, until they’re alone and she turns and leans backwards against the wall, pulling him to her by the hand.

“This is the wedding dress?” He fingers the thin floor-length chiffon material before running his hand up slowly up her hip and stopping at her waist. “The one I couldn’t see?”

She slaps his shoulder, albeit with less force than this morning, her heart quickening at their proximity and his height towering over her. “This is the one,” she confirms, tugging him closer by the arms so he’s pressed up against her. “Tell me it wasn’t just a little better waiting to see it in person instead of a picture.”

“It was worth the wait,” he murmurs in agreement, kissing her and pulling her close. Dilara responds with enthusiasm, satisfied with his reaction. Long, backless and floral, she made sure to come into his sight only a few minutes ago when he’d been outside, talking to the producer and a couple more people. She’d stayed by the doorway, waiting for him to notice her before giving him a brief, slow twirl and backing into the green room until he excused himself to come to her. She knows it’s a nice dress, but she knows the build-up to it was even better.

They separate before they get carried away and Dilara leans back again, happy and tingly all over. “You look sexy,” she comments, stroking the lapels of his jacket before pointing to the row of doors next to her. “Do you know if these changing rooms are empty?”

He grins. “They better be after we’re done with the performance. How was your day?” he asks, shaking out his styled blond hair and adjusting the bangs so they fall effortlessly over his forehead. 

“Good. Haven’t had a girls’ day in a while. When do you go on stage?” 

Taehyung exhales. “About fifteen minutes.” He looks like he’s about to say something before shaking his head. “How was, uh… wait, so you had a nice girls’ day. That’s good. Kaya is always alone at these things but now she has you.” He punctuates his sentence with an affectionate pinch to her cheek. “Did you get here okay?”

“Yeah, it was fine. I think she and Namjoon are fighting, though,” she says, wincing slightly. “They didn’t say a word to each other in the car and now you guys are going on stage soon…” She frowns when Taehyung hums distractedly, his eyes on the floor. “Hey. Are you okay?”

He bites his lip and looks up, and Dilara is surprised to see him looking anxious. “Just… just nervous. A little.” He exhales deeply again.

“Wait, really? You still get nervous? I mean -” She realises this might not be the right thing to say. “Well… don’t be. You’ll be amazing. You guys always are.”

Taehyung nods, looking slightly better. “I know. It’s just… Grammys.” He runs a hand over his mouth and smooths his hair back again.

“Um…” Dilara wonders if this might be the right way to go about it. “Do you need help calming down? Maybe I can be of some assistance.” Hesitantly, she lowers a hand below his belt and gently runs her fingers over his crotch. “Might get your mind off it?”

It takes him a moment to realise what she’s offering and a smile flashes across his face. “I… I love you. But I think I might lose all focus if you get anywhere near that right now,” he confesses.

Dilara nods and moves her hand away, squeezing his shoulders comfortingly. “After the show, then.”

“After the show. Come here,” he murmurs, pulling her to him and kissing her again. It’s faster this time, a little more heated with his anxiety out in the open. She gasps into his mouth when his hand tightens on her hips and he pulls away, a little breathless. “Maybe we can still -”

But just then, there’s a shout in Korean and he squeezes his eyes shut. “Sorry,” he mutters, opening them slowly. “I have to -”

“Go. And don’t worry,” she tells him, kissing him quickly. “You’re going to crush it. I love you.”

He nods gratefully and they head back to the common area where the members are all gathering in a circle with Namjoon in the middle. Dilara squeezes Taehyung’s hand before they separate, and she joins Kaya by one of the couches where she’s sitting by herself, her eyes on her boyfriend before they flicker away.

“How are you doing?” Dilara asks her.

“Totally sober,” she replies shortly. 

Dilara is reasonably convinced that they’re definitely in a disagreement of some sort. They’ve been simply keeping their distance ever since they left the hotel, barely saying a word to each other but drawing no additional attention to themselves. It’s a departure from how happy she’d looked when she’d seen him in the elevator this afternoon - and how his eyes had lit up when he’d seen her.

Now, despite Kaya looking absolutely sensational in a simple red satin slip dress with nothing but straps at the back, Namjoon has been maintaining his distance, although Dilara has caught him glancing over at her every few minutes when she isn’t looking.

She turns her attention back to Taehyung, though, waving at him when he turns to glance back at her as they leave to go on stage.

“Good luck, guys!” she calls, and a few of them return it with a chorus of thank you Dilaras. She notices Namjoon and Kaya hold each other’s gaze for a couple of seconds, where she mouths a tentative good luck and he nods back after a moment.

—

Taehyung sees nothing but lights, his members and dozens of faces in the audience that blur into each other. It’s a new song they’re performing, one they’re nominated for, and they give it everything they have. After weeks of practice, it’s expected.

It ends with thunderous applause from the audience. There’s cheering and whistles and although his heart is racing from the choreography, the response only makes the blood flow even faster. Next to him, the members are holding their ending poses until the lights dim and black out and all of them relax, grinning silently at each other at a successful performance.

Out of instinct, he looks to his left at the wings of the stage to see a few assistants and stylists, but between them, looking unbelievably angelic in her long, flowing dress - Dilara. She’s clapping and smiling right back at him, proud, affectionate and - he knows he’s not imagining it - aroused. She bites her lip at him and he grins and smirks back at her, when her gaze shifts slightly and the eye-fucking disappears, to be replaced by a dramatic narrowing of the eyes and her middle finger flashing momentarily.

Taehyung glances to his left to see Jungkook grinning and winking in her direction. His heart stutters unexpectedly for a moment and he almost misses when the producer signals for them to get off stage.

“What was that?” he mutters to Jungkook, after tapping his mic to check that it’s switched off.

“What?” Jungkook turns to him, panting and similarly out of breath. “Oh. Nothing. We had a bet.”

He provides no further explanation as they get off stage and everyone in the wings scrambles to make room for them. Taehyung notices Dilara gliding back to the green room with Kaya and follows them with a mild uneasiness he can’t quite place. But once everyone reaches and the mics are taken off, he searches for her to see her with eyes for no one but him, smiling radiantly and holding out a hand for him to take.

“Are you still too nervous?” she murmurs against his lips as they stumble into a private changing room. It’s dim but empty, smelling vaguely of cologne and powder.

“Not for this.” Taehyung grabs her hips and walks her backwards until she feels a dressing table behind her. The adrenaline is still flowing in his veins with fervour and the feel of her fingers unbuttoning his shirt and running through his hair makes him instantly hard.

“You were so sexy on stage,” she sighs, her mouth hot against his skin, from his collarbone to his sternum. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. All I kept thinking about was -” She nips at his stomach right above his belt, making him gasp, “- that you’re mine -” She unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his trousers, lightly biting his erection, “- and that you’re going to come off stage -” She lowers his boxers with her teeth “- and fuck me until everyone at that afterparty knows what you’ve done to me.”

Taehyung’s mind feels like it’s on autopilot when her lips wrap around his cock. He groans quietly, closing his eyes and dipping his head back as she takes him in. His hand goes to cradle her head in place, burying his fingers in her loose curls and gently clutching them. He looks down to see her dress spread out around her like fallen flowers and he knows he can’t wait any longer.

“Come up,” he whispers, tugging her up by her shoulders. “We don’t have a lot of time until they call me back.” He pulls her close by the waist and kisses her again before nudging her to turn around.

Dilara does so immediately, sweeping her long hair over one shoulder and shivering when he strokes her bare spine with a finger. “That means you’re not going to make me wait?” she asks hopefully, sighing when he presses rapid, wet kisses to her shoulder blade and pulls her flush against him, his chest warm against her back.

“Lucky you,” he murmurs, squeezing her breast and feeling her nipples hard and erect through the thin material. “God, I love you, Lara…” He nips at her ear before pulling one strap of her dress down her shoulder. He thinks of her expression from the wings again; direct, flushed, turned on as she returned his gaze…

“What was the bet?” he mutters against her earlobe, his hands tightening on her hips and bunching the fabric of her dress in his hand.

Dilara sighs distractedly. “What?”

“The bet,” he repeats calmly, biting her skin softly between his teeth and his tongue. “With Jungkook.”

“I don’t…” She reaches backwards to hold his head in place, tilting her neck. “Oh… nothing. I bet him he couldn’t sneak a… a moonwalk into the performance somewhere,” she murmurs. “Fuck, that feels good…”

Taehyung frowns, his mouth on her neck. “Did he?” He pushes her erection against her arse, hearing her gasp. “Did he do the moonwalk?”

But Dilara seems to have lost track of their conversation entirely. She reaches behind her and feels for his erection, wrapping her fingers around it. “God, Tae, you said you wouldn’t make me wait,” she whines. “I want you…”

“I did say that,” he mutters in agreement, lifting up her dress and reaching under it for her underwear. She sighs in relief and helps him hastily with the fabric when a loud knock interrupts them.

“Fuck!” Dilara exclaims in shock, freezing and looking towards the door. “No, no, no…”

Taehyung drops his head on her shoulder in frustration, his erection throbbing in anticipation of what was about to happen. The voice outside, belonging to one of the producers, is dry and uncaring as it knocks on all the doors one by one to tell the members to assemble for a recording.

“Damn it.” Dilara’s shoulders deflate and she sighs, straightening up and fixing her dress. Taehyung pulls his trousers back up, wincing as he tucks his erection back in and hoping it’ll disappear soon.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, turning her around to face him. She shrugs as she helps him button up his shirt, but he can tell she’s disappointed, mostly because he is, too. Finally, when they’re both presentable again, she looks up at him.

“You were really fantastic on stage today,” she says, straightening his blond bangs and giving him a small smile. “I prefer watching from the audience, though.”

He smiles back, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Really? It’s easier to sneak into a dressing room when you’re backstage, though.”

“Good point,” she agrees, reaching up to kiss him. They share a sweet, loving kiss and Taehyung squeezes her affectionately, suddenly so grateful that she was able to make it here this weekend. 

There’s a shout this time and the voice is unmistakable as Hoseok’s, calling Taehyung’s name in a very knowing tone.

Dilara pulls away and exhales sharply. “Tonight,” she says, and he nods. “Properly. Without interruptions. I didn’t spend a bunch of money on this dress so I could take it off myself,” she informs him and opens the door.

“Is that permission to rip it off?” he clarifies as they walk out. “Just in case I get carried away?”

“I will kill you if you rip it, Tae…”

The group films a quick clip against the backdrop of the green room, taking a few attempts until everyone makes it through the script without error. Jungkook is in the middle, twiddling his thumbs and nodding into the camera with gigantic eyes while Namjoon next to him does most of the talking, looking very tall and reassuring as he talks about their nomination.

Taehyung sneaks a look at Dilara behind the cameras and crew, leaning against one of the vanity mirrors next to Kaya. She catches his eye and gives him a gorgeous smile, and he feels his heart skip a beat. Her scent still feels like it’s lingering; something expensive and fragrant and he takes a deep breath on camera, trying to hang on to it.

He doesn’t get an opportunity to get near it again for nearly an hour, once everyone is segregated into different cars for the half-a-block ride to the afterparty. 

One of the male stylists suggests a couple of times to Kaya to take a jacket because it might get cold at night, until she politely and firmly declines. She and Dilara enter the party first, before any of the members arrive and make a beeline for the open bar.

“I think I’ve had enough alcohol for today.” Kaya purses her lips and asks for a lemon spritzer, using the plastic stirrer with a sigh. In the midst of the party, complete with celebrities only seen on TV wearing the most outrageous outfits, Kaya looks extremely out of place in a normal dress and heels.

“How long before we can officially start acknowledging the guys in public again?” Dilara asks, mostly in an effort to engage her, but also because she’d been a little taken aback by the categorical instructions that the producers had given her and Kaya just before they’d gotten into the car.

“Usually about an hour or so,” supplies Kaya, taking a deep breath and sipping her drink. “The photographers apparently only show up at the beginning to cover the event and after that it’s a private party. Or something,” she adds after a moment, sounding disgruntled. “Who cares, right? It’s not like we know anyone else here.”

Dilara is more convinced than ever that she and Namjoon are in a fight. She finds herself strangely invested in it; she imagines this might be what it feels like to watch one’s parents fight.

“Well,” she begins, taking a sip of her drink. “If it helps, I don’t know anyone else here either.” She throws a friendly arm around Kaya’s shoulders. “We can just not know anyone together.”

Kaya gives her a forced smile before spotting something over her shoulder. “Isn’t that Lewis Hamilton over there?”

Dilara’s face goes slack and her arm falls to her side as she whips around. “Holy shit. Holy - it is! What is he doing here?”

“Probably the same thing you are.” Kaya raises her eyebrows. “He’s probably someone’s date,” she explains. “He was at the show, though.”

“Yeah, that’s because he’s Lewis,” reasons Dilara, turning back around to spot him in polite conversation with someone, his dreadlocks pulled back and his deep purple suit sparkling dimly under the strobe lights. “I should go say hi - do you want to come?”

For the first time all evening, Kaya’s face breaks out into an actual smile. “Are you serious? I - Lewis?” She exhales shakily and immediately smooths down her short, satin dress. “Are you sure?”

Dilara grins. “Of course. He’s pretty nice.”

Kaya begins adjusting her hair, looking thoroughly starstruck. “Okay. Shit. He’s, like, my favourite driver. After - after you, of course,” she amends sheepishly, squeezing Dilara’s arm. “You really don’t mind?”

“Despite that, no. I don’t.” She grabs Kaya’s hand and begins walking in his direction. “Come on.” They head over to Lewis, who spots Dilara just as they reach.

There’s some general pleasantries; Dilara can tell Lewis feels just the tiniest bit more comfortable around someone from his territory as he introduces his date, a vaguely familiar singer she can’t place. She introduces Kaya, who blushes and stammers a bit but ends up coming across as awkward and charming all at once. 

Dilara clicks a picture of them, then poses with Lewis for one of the official photographers before they separate, at which point BTS finally arrives. She catches Hoseok’s eye first, followed by Taehyung who grins at her, cameras apparently be damned, while Namjoon seems to be very methodically scanning the party until he spots Kaya and his shoulders relax a bit.

While BTS’s producers had given both Dilara and Kaya a mild warning to stay away from the guys initially, no such intimation seems to have reached the group themselves. Jungkook joins them almost immediately, looking surprised but rather enamoured at meeting Lewis, who seems to be vaguely taken off guard at meeting so many new people all of a sudden.

“You’re here with a date, too?” he asks her during a brief moment when Jungkook has to answer his phone in the midst of interrogating Lewis about his gym routine.

“I’m here as a date,” she corrects him, feeling pleasantly tingly as she says it. “This may be totally anti-feminist of me or whatever, but there’s something kind of cool about being on someone’s arm in their… well, in their version of the paddock.” 

Lewis chuckles knowingly, glancing briefly at his date who’s speaking to someone else. “Yeah, I get it. It’s a nice change. I didn’t see you at the show, though.”

“Nope, I was watching the show from backstage,” she explains, spotting Taehyung and Hoseok reaching them. “Being a supportive girlfriend and all that,” she adds, smiling at Taehyung as he nears her.

“Oh, well, your boyfriend’s a lucky guy.” He pats Jungkook’s arm, who’s just finished his call, and it takes Dilara a moment to realise what he’s talking about.

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” she clarifies immediately, snickering at Jungkook’s wide eyes and deer-in-headlights expression. “God, no. This is my boyfriend.” She links her arm with Taehyung’s, who’s just reached them, once again taken aback at how handsome he looks in his suit .

Lewis’s smile vanishes and he looks momentarily mortified. “Oh, damn. Sorry, man, I just assumed - but my mistake. Lewis,” he introduces himself, offering his hand. Taehyung shakes it and introduces himself, but Dilara can hear the slight clip in his words and after some awkward conversation, they disperse.

“I thought you guys couldn’t be seen with us.” Dilara takes care to keep her hands to herself as she and Taehyung head over to the bar, noticing the frequent and admiring glances he gets from other guests. She moves a little closer to him, their shoulders brushing.

“I don’t really care about that here,” he says dismissively, taking her hand but letting it go a moment later. “Unless you do? If you’re worried about the cameras, we can stay away,” he assures her. “Most of these photographers won’t be able to publish anything about us without the company going after them, but if you have a problem…”

“I don’t want to,” she admits, her shoulders slumping a little. “I thought I’d be invisible at this party but now that Lewis is here, this is going to make its way into the sports’ page somehow.” She shudders. “There’s nothing worse than an athlete’s love life being made public. Takes away from the sport entirely. Only playboy-Lewis can get away with it,” she adds, glancing in his direction a little resentfully.

“It’s settled, then,” says Taehyung, stopping at the bar and asking for a whiskey with soda. “We’ll keep our distance tonight. No acting like a couple.”

Dilara nods, setting her empty glass on the bar and leaning against it. “No holding hands, no kissing.”

“No dancing. No matter the song,” he adds, rolling his eyes as one of their mutual favourite R&B tracks begins playing.

She makes a face and nudges his arm. “Nothing at all. Not until we get back to the hotel.”

“M-hm.” He nods, taking a sip from his drink. “Then I can get under that beautiful dress and eat you out until you’re begging for my cock,” he says nonchalantly, his deep voice low and still cutting through the loud music.

Dilara almost chokes, feeling a jolt low in her stomach that slowly spreads even lower. “I’m going to hold you to that,” she says weakly, exhaling shakily as a faint smirk spreads across his face. 

“Can’t wait.” He glances around them and quickly presses a chaste kiss to her cheek. “See you later, jagiya.” He walks past her and blends into the crowd, turning around and giving her a smile just before he disappears.

Her heart still racing, Dilara looks around for something to distract her. She spots a figure in shiny red, long blown-out black hair casually falling down one shoulder, standing alone with a glass and looking like a lonely, troubled protagonist from an R-rated indie movie about drugs and shady characters.

“Heyyy,” she says slowly, sidling up to Kaya. “How’s it going?”

“Fabulous.” Her excited demeanour while meeting Lewis seems to have disappeared entirely, to be replaced by a sarcastic, slightly put-out tone. She briefly glances diagonally across before scoffing quietly and turning away.

Dilara follows her gaze to see Namjoon, in conversation with a tall woman with purple hair whose back is to them, speaking animatedly over the music. As she watches, the woman laughs at something he says and flirtatiously pushes his shoulder. 

“Oh, shit,” mutters Dilara, wincing slightly.

“Do you think it’ll cause a scene if I kick something right now?” Kaya murmurs, looking deliberately into her glass.

“Possibly,” she replies, trying not to make it obvious to Namjoon that they’re talking about him. “If it helps, he’s not encouraging her. And he’s - oh, God - he’s looking over here,” she mutters quickly, her eyes snapping away.

“Yeah, he’s been doing that. It’s not helping.”

Dilara sneaks another look and wrinkles her nose a little. “I mean… he really doesn’t seem comfortable with it.”

It’s true, for Namjoon, while being polite and engaging, seems to be making every effort to maintain a professional distance. His hands are in his pockets and he subtly leans away every few seconds whenever the woman he’s talking to gets closer. His gaze darts furtively in Kaya’s direction again, who seems to be determined not to acknowledge him.

“Well, he’s still there, isn’t he?” Kaya snaps quietly, taking a large sip of her clear drink. “Sorry,” she murmurs after a moment. “It’s just annoying watching this every time, you know? They think he’s single and I have to keep my damn distance…” She shakes her head.

“Hey, I get it,” agrees Dilara sympathetically. “He’s looking over here again, though.”

Kaya raises her eyebrows, not turning around. “Yeah? You think I should walk away?”

“Oh, definitely. Sweep your hair back as you do; it’ll drive him crazy.”

“Okay, tell me when.”

“Okay…” Dilara glances at Namjoon as subtly as she can for confirmation. “I’m going to go this way now. Wait five seconds and go the opposite way.”

“Got it. Thanks.”

They nod shortly at each other before Dilara sweeps away, her long dress flowing behind her. 

Kaya waits the appropriate amount of time but unable to resist, looks back over her shoulder at Namjoon again, just to see him nod and smile at something the woman says, his dimple visible all the way from over her. The woman goes in to hug him and Namjoon instinctively hugs her back with one arm and winces slightly, his eyes darting right towards Kaya.

Irritated beyond belief, she scoffs quietly and walks away, certainly less attractive than Dilara had advised. It’s a crowded party, though, and everyone seems to be actively enjoying themselves which she finds thoroughly unfair right now. Finally, she reaches the entrance and takes a turn into a balcony, mercifully empty except for a couple of men smoking at the other corner.

She leans over the bannister and sighs in annoyance, unable to appreciate the beauty of the hotel gardens at all. She’ll stay here all night if she has to, she decides, if it means not having to watch her stupid boyfriend with his stupid attractiveness flirt with the stupid women who can’t seem to stay away from it.

The night is chilly, though, and once her chagrin starts to subside somewhat, she feels goosebumps erupt on her arm. She tries unsuccessfully to shake some of her hair over her shoulders to cover the bare skin, regretting not taking that stylist’s advice to bring a jacket.

Mind over matter, she tries to tell herself, braving the cold. Just as she exhales and sees her breath turn into light mist, the cold is suddenly blocked and she feels a jacket being placed over her shoulders. The comfortingly familiar cologne tells her who it is before he appears before her, leaning sideways against the bannister in a slightly sheer black shirt and slacks.

“What are you drinking?” he asks calmly.

“Don’t worry, it’s non-alcoholic,” she mutters, trying to not show her relief at having a jacket. She places her glass on the edge of the bannister and glares in the opposite direction.

After a moment, Namjoon speaks again. “Kaya, that was work.”

“Looked like it.”

He sighs. “I have to be nice or there’ll be an article tomorrow somewhere about how BTS is rude and standoffish. I wasn’t responding to her at all,” he points out gently.

This is irrefutably true, but Kaya is in no mood to agree with him right now. The image of that purple-haired singer grabbing his arm makes her grit her teeth.

“It was pathetic to watch,” she mutters, shaking her head. “What kind of self-respecting woman goes after a guy with a girlfriend?”

He touches her elbow. “Baby, she doesn’t know.”

“Fine, would you like me to go tell her?” she snaps, finally looking up at him. It’s dark but for the moon and the lights from inside the party, but Kaya can still see mouth twist before he purses his lips and a dimple appears on his left cheek. “Shut up,” she mutters, rolling her eyes.

Namjoon snickers quietly, moving closer to her. He looks so handsome - insanely handsome - that it only annoys her even more when his grin widens.

“Alright, you know what? How about I go in there,” she suggests tightly, shrugging off the jacket and slamming it in his chest, “and find some guy to flirt with and we’ll see how funny you find it then.” 

“Okay, okay, you’ve made your point,” laughs Namjoon, grabbing her wrist as she turns to leave and tugging her towards him. “You win. And I was not flirting with her.”

Kaya gives him a look but says nothing, folding her arms across her chest as he tenderly places the jacket back around her shoulders.

“I told one of the stylists to tell you to bring a jacket,” he says, his brow furrowing slightly. “I had a feeling it might get cold.”

“Oh,” she murmurs in surprise, as he smooths down the lapels. “Yeah, I - I guess I should’ve brought one.”

Namjoon drops his arms back to his side and tilts his head. “Was I too harsh?” he asks after a moment.

Kaya swallows, her gaze falling to the ground. “You mean back at the hotel or after that, when you abandoned me at a party where I don’t know anybody? Because if it’s the second, then, yes. If it’s the first… no,” she admits. “Not really.”

They’re quiet for a few seconds, the only sounds being from the party inside. Despite the less-than-perfect evening, Kaya can’t help but finally feel a bit relieved to be in his presence. There’s something instantly safer about it; it’s worth the risk of photographers prowling around.

“I know how important your job is to you,” she points out after a moment, looking up at him. “I know how important tonight was for you - do you really think I’d ruin it for you by showing up plastered?”

“I was on edge, okay?” Namjoon runs a hand through his hair. “I was coordinating with a bunch of different people, the company was calling from Korea and -” He gives her a look. “Forgive me, baby, but you… don’t have the best track record when it comes to alcohol.”

Kaya’s eyes automatically widen, despite the cold, hard truth in this statement. “That’s… I - I was nowhere near as bad as Barcelona. Or even that book launch in Seoul last year. I paced myself today.”

“No, I - I’m sure you did.” He nods. “I trust you. But I was… it’s been a crazy stressful day,” he blurts out, suddenly looking far more tired. “Honestly, it’s a miracle we pulled off that performance today. We got through it by the skin of our teeth,” he confesses in a low voice, shaking his head slightly as though he still can’t believe it.

Kaya frowns. “What are you talking about? You guys seemed fine backstage - I mean, from what I could understand.”

“Jin hyung strained his throat this morning during rehearsal and Jungkook pulled a muscle that he kept insisting was fine,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer - the entire performance, I just kept worrying he’d fall on stage or something. And then Bang PD called me this morning to tell me about a meeting with Snoop Dogg and his entire team, with, like, an hour of notice.” Namjoon leans back against the bannister and hunches over, resting his hands on his thighs. He exhales hugely, as though he’s been holding his breath all day. “And all this was before lunch.”

“But -” She frowns, feeling her heart ache a little at his little outburst. “Namjoon, why didn’t you tell me any of this?”

“Because you had plans and… and it’s not your job to worry about this, too,” he says vaguely, straightening up but not meeting her eyes. “You’re here for less than a week as it is.”

“Yeah, but I’m here for you!” Kaya shakes her head. “You are the reason I’m here. Walking around Los Angeles is way down in my list, and only because I didn’t want to get in your way.”

He looks away, and she knows it’s because they’re going down a familiar route. “I was afraid if I told you, you’d cancel your plans, okay?”

“So?” Unlike him, she looks right at him, raising her eyebrows questioningly. “If I want to cancel, I’ll cancel. That’s up to me. Namjoon…” She sighs and takes his hand, waiting until he looks at her. “We’ve had this conversation before. You don’t have to protect my morale, okay? I’m not in your group. You’re not my leader - you’re my partner. And I’m your partner. But I can only be that if you let me.”

“Kaya, of course you’re my -”

“Not if you don’t tell me about the bad stuff,” she interrupts, cutting him off. “And you were - you’d started telling me things after the last time this happened.” She strokes the back of his hand with her thumb. “Why didn’t you this time?”

Namjoon doesn’t say anything, staring at their hands. “It was a lot,” he murmurs finally.

“Doesn’t matter. Tell me anyway.”

He nods slowly, sighing and looking up at her. He squeezes her hand and she squeezes it back, hoping he understands.

“Especially if you’re going to snap at me because of it.”

“I didn’t -”

“Just -” She cuts him off again, shushing him and moving closer to him, wrapping her arms loosely around his waist. She rests her forehead against his neck and waits for him to slowly, slightly awkwardly hug her back, and tightens her arms around him. After a moment, she feels him relax slightly.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you,” he mumbles against her hair.

She nods and shifts to rest her chin on his shoulder. “I should’ve been back sooner.”

They stay like that for a few more seconds when she remembers something.

“Oh, God.” Kaya takes a step back. “Is this allowed?”

Namjoon raises his eyebrows. “Are we allowed to… hug?”

“Yeah. Because of the photographers…” She points vaguely to the party. “Your producers said we should keep a distance because of the photographers - are they still here?”

“Wait, they said what?” His expression changes from confused to one of disbelief. “Again? I told them last time that there was no need to -”

“That’s not the point - I was asking about photographers and if there’s -”

“No, this is not okay, you don’t need to -”

“Namjoon, they’re just doing their job. It’s okay.” She nudges him gently. “I don’t think they’re here anymore. Not outside, at least.”

He straightens the jacket around her. “You look incredible,” he murmurs. “Like, out of this world, driving me crazy every second of tonight… incredible.” His eyes flicker over her figure. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you.”

Kaya bites her lip, trying not to reveal how her heart zooms at his words even three years later. “Really? Not even long enough for Miss USA to drape herself all over you?”

“I think she’s Canadian.”

She stares at him, tongue in her cheek until he snorts and pulls her closer by the hand, tilting his head slightly to kiss her on the cheek.

“I hate fighting with you,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to her temple.

Her eyes flutter shut and she breathes in his scent, nuzzling his neck lightly. “Then stop looking so hot while you do it,” she snaps softly, just before their heads turn together and they share a kiss. She can feel his smile as his hand comes up to rest against her face, the kiss soft and teasing and sinking.

A cold gust of wind blows and Kaya shivers, pulling away slightly. “Shit, I didn’t think it’d be this cold.”

“Yeah, I know,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over her jaw. “I can see your nipples through the dress.”

“What?” She instinctively hunches her shoulders and pulls the jacket tighter around her. “Are you serious?”

“M-hm.” His eyes flicker down to her chest and a smirk spreads across his face. “They look really sexy.”

“Don’t try to sexy talk me right now, Kim Namjoon,” she whispers, slapping his shoulder lightly. “Especially when you can’t follow through.”

Namjoon grins. “Fair enough. Although if you find a place private enough, I could be persuaded to show just how much I love seeing your nipples through your dress.”

She gives him a warning look before frowning slightly. “Actually, it’s pretty secluded here. Quiet.”

He raises his eyebrows and looks around the balcony. “Here? You want to fool around where anyone could walk in?”

Kaya chuckles. “No,” she answers. “I want you to talk to me about why you were stressed today.”

Namjoon’s smile fades. “Kaya…” When her expression doesn’t change, he sighs. “Why does it matter now? Everything worked out.”

“That’s good. You can tell me knowing that everything worked out.” She gives him the best doe eyes she can muster, knowing that a sexy dress is nothing compared to that when it comes to Namjoon. “Please.”

His eyes flicker but a moment later, he nods. “Okay, then.” He leans back against the bannister again and shakes his head affectionately at her. “I’m powerless when you ask me anything like that.” Smiling at her proud grin, he begins.

—

“Ugh, my feet are killing me.” Dilara leans against the closed door of their room and takes off her heels one by one. “How women in the entertainment industry wear this every day and not die, I will never understand. But it was a fun party,” she adds, tilting her head up and shaking back her hair so the cold air of the AC can permeate through it.

A few steps ahead of her, Taehyung loosens his tie and unties it, chucking it on the couch and going towards the mini bar in the room, stocked with snacks and bottles of water. He unscrews one and takes a long sip from it, his profile sharp.

“Turns out it’s a good thing Lewis was there because I would’ve been completely alone otherwise. Especially once Kaya and Namjoon made up. Oh, I have to send her the pictures…” She slides her phone out of her clutch and begins AirDropping them to her, selecting pictures of she and Lewis, and she and Namjoon looking rightfully back in love for the second half of the party. 

“... never seen Lewis dance this much before,” she continues. “I mean, he did seem a bit awkward at first but he was a good sport. Oh, and then Jungkook turned up, of course, and then Lewis genuinely loosened up a bit. By the way, I think Jungkook has a crush on him or something - he kept looking for excuses to hang out with us and basically talked his ear off about the season…”

Dilara looks up to see Taehyung taking off his jacket in silence, deliberately not looking at her. It’s strange; she wonders briefly if he’s annoyed at their lack of interaction at the party, but as far as she remembers, that had been a mutual decision. She tries again.

“So, uh…” She leans on her arm against the doorway of the bathroom, flipping her hair over one shoulder. “If I recall, you’d promised me something at the party. Something about my dress and…” She rides out the pause, watching him intently “...begging?”

“What if I say no?”

It occurs to Dilara only when he says it, that she hasn’t actually heard him speak more than a couple of words here and there since they left the party. She’d chalked it down to the other people in the car and general tiredness, but now she’s not sure.

“What?”

“What if I say no to sex tonight?” he repeats, unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt and still not looking at her.

“Then… we don’t have sex.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

Dilara raises her eyebrows, utterly confused. “Am I okay with not having sex if you don’t want to? Yes. What is going on?”

“What’s the point then?” His words are biting - but something about this seems familiar. “Why are you here?”

“Are you serious?” She drops her arm and stands straight, feeling ridiculous. “What the hell is going on with you?”

“We’re not having sex,” he says, finally turning to her and the suddenness of it takes her aback. “So why are you here?”

Dilara takes a deep breath. Less than a month ago, she had been in a mood, a bad mood. She’d taken it out on everything around her, including Taehyung halfway across the world - and he’d silently let her until she’d calmed down herself. 

Taehyung is in a mood now, but letting him be in one is the worst thing she can do. He needs confrontation, whether or not he responds to it. He needs an argument, an opportunity to sulk and to get on the defensive before he concedes to the real issue.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” she asks him clearly, placing a hand on her hip and frowning at him. “Or do you just want to start a fight?”

Taehyung holds her gaze for a few seconds, eyes impassive and dark eyebrows slanting upwards. Then he swallows and shakes his head, looking at the floor.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he mutters to her surprise. “I’m just… I’m just not in the mood, okay?” He shuffles up to her and hesitantly kisses her cheek, before moving past her and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

It’s an unprecedented situation, and Dilara can feel the initial worry of not knowing how to handle this - or even what this is. She tucks her hands behind her head on the pillow and frowns at the ceiling when the bathroom door opens and Taehyung emerges, his face bare of the make-up and hair slightly damp at the roots.

He looks up at her and stops in his tracks, taking in her t-shirt and underwear. “You changed.”

“Yeah.” She nods, trying to keep her tone even. “You said you didn’t want to have sex.”

For a moment, she thinks he’s going to make a snarky comment but then he nods. “Okay.” He changes into the same pajamas from the morning and forgoes a shirt, not speaking till he’s done. “You want to watch a movie?”

“A movie?”

“Yeah,” he says, climbing onto the bed and half-lying down next to her but making no physical contact. “Look, they have Pride and Prejudice,” he adds, scrolling through the options.

Dilara can’t believe she’s actually wishing for a fight, for this… this strange effort to not start a fight is throwing her off completely. She knows she should look at this as a positive and yet, it troubles her more than she expected.

She gives him a sideways glance to see him watching the opening credits, the picture reflecting in his pupils but the rest of his face betraying nothing. In a sudden movement, she reaches over and snatches the remote from his hand, and turns the television off.

“Hey!”

But Dilara ignores him, chucking the remote to the side and blocking him from going after it by straddling him.

“What are you doing? Lara -”

“I let you manhandle me during sex because we both like it but we both also know I’m stronger than you,” she hisses, pinning his shoulders to the pillow. She waits for him to relax underneath her before she loosens her grip. “Now will you please tell me what’s wrong?” she demands.

Taehyung narrows his eyes. “Is it bothering you this much that I said I didn’t want to have sex?”

“Shut up.” She hears her voice tremble a bit. “You’re hiding something from me. Again.”

She sees the moment it dawns on him what she’s referring to and his face goes slack. “Oh, hey… it’s nothing like that,” he says immediately, his voice low and reassuring. “I promise.”

“Then tell me.”

Taehyung purses his lips and looks away, glaring at the curtains to the side. He swallows. “Why are you here?” he asks, so quietly that she’s unsure for a moment if he’s speaking to her at all.

“What does that mean?”

“Why are you here?” he repeats, a little louder this time and looks up at her again. “Here, in LA, with - with me?”

Dilara stares at him. “I don’t know. Because we’re dating?” she says sarcastically. “Because we haven’t seen each other in a month - because I missed you and flew across two continents to see you? Because I love -”

“But why do you love me?”

“Is this about last year?” she asks after a moment, her stomach already twisting at the reminder. “Because I told you, I - I’ve forgiven - I mean, we’re moving forward with our -”

“No, it’s not about last year,” he interrupts her. “Or it is - I guess everything will always be about last year, a little bit.” He licks his lips slowly, looking at her imploringly. “Do you… do you think we make sense?”

Her shoulders relax a bit, despite how unexpected the question is. “Doesn’t everyone say we do?”

“In a funny way, yeah,” he admits. “But… do you think we make sense?”

He’s looking for an actual answer, she realises. “Yes,” she says simply. “I do.”

“Really? You don’t think you’d make more sense with one of your driver friends or… I don’t know…” He shrugs. “... Jungkook or someone?”

Something clicks, something so obvious she feels she should’ve been expecting it all along.

“Oh. This is about Lewis,” she guesses. “About him thinking Jungkook was my boyfriend? Tae, Lewis is the biggest recluse on the grid, okay? He doesn’t know anything about anyone’s life - I’m surprised he even knew one of you was my boyfriend.”

“He’s not completely wrong.”

“No - what? Yes, he is. The only reason he thought it was Jungkook is because he started talking to him about racing.”

“Look, this isn’t about Lewis,” says Taehyung quickly. “Okay? Don’t you think sometimes that you and Jungkook might make more sense?”

“No. I don’t love him; I don’t even like him like that. He’s like my brother,” she adds, wrinkling her nose. “And you know this.”

He covers his face with his hands and sighs. “God, okay. Not Jungkook specifically, but, like… Chris or - or someone you haven’t met yet. Someone that a person like Lewis will look at and immediately guess is your boyfriend?”

“Why?” she asks instantly. “Because we both like sports? Because we go to the gym together sometimes? Tae, those are hobbies. I have something in common with all my friends. That’s why they’re my friends.”

“And we’re something more?”

“Yes. God, I can’t believe you’re having to ask me this. After everything that’s happened.” She shakes her head, feeling slightly offended but when Taehyung doesn’t respond and simply lowers his gaze to his hands, she realises this may just be bigger than her. 

“Oh, my God, you’re still not convinced.” She sighs. “What do you want - a list of why we make more sense? Why I shouldn’t be with… Jungkook or - God forbid - Chris Park or someone?”

“A list would be good.”

Dilara raises her eyebrows. “Fine. Jungkook wouldn’t have taken me to an underground jazz bar in Ischia. He probably wouldn’t have even taken me to Ischia, out of nowhere and to such a secluded island. Chris wouldn’t have rented that particular villa,” she counts, holding up a second finger, “the one that looked like a gothic Victorian mansion because his primary requirement anywhere is an indoor gym. And literally no one else I know would have drawn a stick figure of Van Gogh on a pebble from the beach, called it “Darwin” and pretended it was a real living pet for the entire trip.”

Taehyung’s mouth twitches and she feels a bubble of encouragement in her chest.

“None of them would have pretended to be Will Turner to my Elizabeth Swann in that thrift store, because everyone usually wants to be Jack Sparrow,” she points out. “Jungkook wouldn’t have taken me to that jazz club because he hates jazz, Chris wouldn’t have danced with me in the street because he’s too stuck-up for that… and Tae -” Dilara sighs, squeezing his shoulder. “No one could’ve put up with as much punishment as you did last year for me. I gave you a lot of crap. I’m not saying you didn’t deserve it, but… it was a lot of crap,” she admits. “And you stayed through all of it. I don’t think anyone else would’ve done that.”

He gives her a small shrug after a moment. “You’d be surprised. It was worth it.”

“Be that as it may… Tae, no one else would’ve told me, in thirty-six hours of knowing me, that they loved me,” she reminds him, the memory from a thousand years ago still making her heart soar. “I mean, a person would have to be insane to do something like that.”

“You said it back.”

“I did. That’s my point.”

Taehyung bites his lip, and she can see the tip of his nose start to redden. “Lara…”

“No one else would’ve fucked me on the roof of your concert stadium in this city two years ago,” she adds. “Or got so jealous of Charlie Puth kissing me that they broke a glass.”

He frowns. “Didn’t you get angry with me for that later that night?”

“That and other things,” she admits, shrugging. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t love how much you cared.”

He gives her a half-chuckle. “You’re sure you’re not here just because the sex is really good?”

“The sex is really good,” she agrees earnestly. “And no one else could do to me what you do. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel half the things I do with you.”

Taehyung is quiet. His nose is reddening and his gaze is lowered, and he’s biting his lip hard.

“It really, really sucked losing you last year,” he whispers, sniffing.

“I know. It really sucked to lose you, too.” Dilara reaches over to brush her thumb against his cheekbone. “Taehyung. Tell me you get it. Tell me you know why I’m here. Why I’m still here,” she adds, her voice cracking slightly on the word.

“I’m so sorry. For last year.”

“I know.”

“I promise I’ll do better.” He reaches for her hand and links his fingers with hers, finally looking up at her with wet eyes. “Just don’t leave me, okay? I think it’ll kill me.”

“Write me a song.”

“I’ll write you a hundred.”

Dilara gives him a watery smile and dabs at the corner of her eye with the heel of her palm before lowering herself to kiss him, feeling him wrap his arms around her instantly and pulling her down to his side. He kisses her deeply, with a soft desperation and gratitude for a second chance.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs after a few seconds, his forehead against hers. “That dress was beautiful and I know you were looking forward to tonight.”

“Forget it. I’d rather watch the movie.” She pulls away and shrugs. “And the dress isn’t going anywhere. It’s mine.”

He kisses her forehead and pulls her to his side, lying on his back to face the television again. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

“Deal.”

—

In a different bedroom of the same suite, Jimin enters and kicks off his shoes. “Tell me you have make-up wipes here,” he says to Jungkook, sighing dramatically. “I can feel it burning through my skin.”

Jungkook points noncommittally to the bathroom from where he’s sitting next to Hoseok on the couch and peering into his laptop screen.

“By the way, hyung,” calls Jimin from inside the bathroom, and Hoseok and Yoongi both look up out of habit. “You called it. Chaeyoung’s moving into Sooah’s place. She just told me.”

“Thank God.” Hoseok closes his hands into a fist while Yoongi silently goes back to his phone. “I’ve been trying to incept the idea in their minds for a few days now. But that didn’t work so I just asked Sooah,” he adds after a moment, shrugging.

Just then, the door opens and Namjoon enters, in a hoodie and track pants. “Need to borrow lotion, if someone has any,” he says, cutting right to the chase.

“In the suitcase, hyung,” supplies Jungkook, pointing to an open suitcase with items inside it neatly tucked into pockets. “Where’s Kaya?”

“In the shower.” Namjoon rummages through and retrieves a travel-size bottle. Squeezing some into one palm and rubbing his hands together, he takes stock of the room. “Isn’t Jimin here?”

“I’m here!” Jimin emerges, dabbing a cotton pad over his bare face. “God, I just want one whole day of anonymity tomorrow. JK, you want to go to Hollywood Boulevard with me?”

Before Jungkook can answer, Namjoon raises his eyebrows. “Why? So you can forget about your faux pas from tonight?”

Jungkook suddenly looks far more interested. “What faux pas?” he asks excitedly. 

“Nothing,” snaps Jimin, glaring at Namjoon.

“He talked to The Weeknd at the party,” says Yoongi dryly, without looking up from his phone. “And he called him…” He looks up at Jimin slowly, a hint of a smirk on his face, “… The Weeknd.”

Hoseok and Jungkook guffaw, while Jimin goes red in the face. “How was I supposed to know?” he demands shrilly, his voice getting drowned in laughter. “He only ever uses his stage name! Does anyone actually know his real name?”

“It’s Abel,” says Namjoon, the same time Jungkook says “it’s Joel.”

“See?” Jimin huffs while Jungkook processes this new information. “It’s just my bad luck that he came up to me and not JK,” he mutters, throwing his used make-up wipe at him.

“He would’ve had to leave Lewis Hamilton alone for that to happen,” points out Yoongi.

“I wasn’t with him the whole time,” says Jungkook defensively. “But he looked so cool. And it wasn’t just him - Dilara was there most of the time, too.”

Hoseok chuckles. “You mean your girlfriend?”

Jungkook’s stomach jolts belatedly when Namjoon grins at his hands. “What?” he asks, wondering if he’s missed a joke.

“Oi, Jimin!” Hoseok calls out excitedly. “Jungkook had an embarrassing moment, too. He was fanboying about F1 so hard that Lewis Hamilton thought he was Dilara’s boyfriend.”

Jimin’s eyes widen, while even Yoongi snorts. “What?” he asks in a hushed voice, looking delighted at the news of Jungkook’s embarrassment. “Where was Taehyung?”

“Right there.” Hoseok pats Jungkook’s shoulder, still snickering. “If it helps, Lewis looked more embarrassed than you did,” he informs him.

Jungkook chuckles along with everyone else, trying not to reveal his mild confusion. It had been strange and awkward for a moment when Lewis had made that mistake, especially when Dilara had laughed it off and immediately corrected him, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and looking up proudly at him. 

But Jungkook hadn’t thought much of it, not until Hoseok just joked about it. You mean your girlfriend?

Jungkook is no stranger to awkwardness. He knows awkwardness; he lives and breathes it. Awkwardness is his roommate, when it truly comes down to it. Ergo, the strange jolt he’d felt in front of Lewis when he’d mistaken Jungkook for Dilara’s boyfriend was not awkwardness. It wasn’t even embarrassment, as his members and he himself presumed until now.

No, Jungkook realises now, with a looming dread he would acknowledge only later, that he liked it.

—

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[itsxobeni]

jey like't lo namaya😭

hazm lebu offy bkam

[oceanandtheship]

aki sedang belajar untuk tidak memaksa tuhan. doa-doaku kini sudah tak seperti doa-doaku yang telah lalu. ketika "Ya tuhan aku ingin dia, tolong dekatkanlah" berangsur berubah menjadi "Ya tuhan aku ingin dia, tapi jika ini tak sesuai dengan kehendakmu tolong lapangkan dadaku agar aku melupa dan ikhlas".

tapi tuhan, maafkan ketidakkonsistenanku. sesungguhnya engkau tau apa yang ada di dalam hatiku. aku tau ini tak sesuai dengan kehendakmu, aku tau ini melanggar perintahmu. tapi tuhan, aku ingin sesekali berlayar.

aku sudah tau kemana kapal ini akan berlayar. aku sudah tau kapal ini tidak akan pernah sampai di tujuan. aku siap dengan itu tuhan, aku siap merasakan kekecewaan yang akan datang dari pelayaran ini. selama ini aku telah berpura-pura tak peduli. tuhan, ternyata berat untuk tak mempedulikan orang yang ingin kugenggam tangannya.

aku ingin menikmati dan menjalani kebahagiaan sesaat ini. dengan dia. dia yang pernah kusebut namaya dalam doaku. dia yang telah lama kukagumi dalam diam. dia yang banyak orang lain juga menginginkannya. tuhan, berkenankah engaku memberi kami kesempatan untuk bersama walaupun hanya sementara?

[cookiescr]

Your honor they are soft for each other

[kyri45]

'Cause that's what happened right?

[iwillperishallthatihate]

um so rayaari canon? or rayaari canon?

[fallingwithgravity]

sunset babes ✨🥰🌤

[drangeaa]

i havent watched the movie yet but from what ive heard these two seem to,,,, prefer fighting with swords 🥰🙈🏳️‍🌈✨

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