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지민 (Jimin) 'MUSE' Dance Practice Behind

12 ago 2024 #지민#Jimin#Jimin_MUSE

정국 (Jung Kook) ‘Standing Next to You’ Promotions Sketch

정국 (Jung Kook) ‘3D (feat. Jack Harlow)’ Promotions Sketch (aparece en mv)

[BANGTAN BOMB] Jimin’s #ThisIsJimin Behind - BTS (방탄소년단)

AB_______JK_M_____RST____Y_ tiktok comento a bailarín l_kunmuk de bts jimin jungkook era solistas (ahora coreografo principal)

오 건묵 Oh Kun Muk

l_kunmuk Bailarín de BTS de Jimin ThisisJimin y Jungkook de 3D y Standing Next to You +

Jimin c/BTS world tour

Jimin era wings

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Incorrect Quotes 4 because why the muk not

(Reblogs allowed!) EARL GREY: "DANG IT ROGUEFORT!"

ROGUEFORT: "What?! It wasn’t me!"

EARL GREY: "Sorry, force of habit. DANG IT TIMEKEEPER!"

TIMEKEEPER:  "Not me either."

EARL GREY: "...Oh...Then...who set the house on fire?"

RAI-RAI-CHAN: *Whistles*

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ROGUEFORT: "Hey Earl Grey, can I get some ice cream?"

EARL GREY: "...Only a spoonful."

ROGUEFORT: *Proceeds to pull out a comically large spoon*

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TOKUMI: "Hey, is Rai-rai-Chan sleeping or dead?"

RAI-RAI-KUN: "Hopefully dead, I hated her guts."

ANANAS: "Yeah, so did I."

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "OKAY FIRST OF ALL MUK YOU-"

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TIMEKEEPER: "Are you busy?"

STRING GUMMY: "Yes."

TIMEKEEPER: "Cool, listen to this."

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ANANAS: "ENOUGH! HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME IN SUCH A MANNER!?"

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests."

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CAPTAIN ICE: "Hey Timekeeper, do you wanna help us?"

TIMEKEEPER: "Oh, I would... but I don’t want to."

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LONGAN: "...You're alive."

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "No need to sound so disappointed."

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ANANAS: "The best person I know is myself."

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "Well that's sad."

ANANAS: "ARE YOU MOCKING ME-"

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RAI-RAI-CHAN: "I’m quick at math."

STRING GUMMY: "Ok, what’s 38 times 76?"

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "24."

STRING GUMMY: "...That wasn’t even close."

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "But it was quick."

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ROGUEFORT: "Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside~!" EARL GREY: "...Roguefort. I swear if I step outside and all the hotel mugs are on the front lawn, I'm kicking you out."

ROGUEFORT: *Quietly sips coffee from bowl*

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RAI-RAI-CHAN: "I’ll be famous one day, but for now I’m stuck in this house with a bunch of morons."

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MILLENNIAL TREE: "Is the pink panther a lion?"

RAI-RAI-KUN: "Say that again but slower."

MILLENNIAL TREE: "...I do not get it."

RAI-RAI-KUN: "He’s a PANTHER."

MILLENNIAL TREE: "Is that a type of lion?"

RAI-RAI-KUN: "No, it’s a muking panther."

MILLENNIAL TREE: *Googles panther* "They aren’t pink?"

RAI-RAI-KUN: "AND LIONS ARE?!"

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RAI-RAI-CHAN: "I'm an idiot."

ROGUEFORT: "..."

TIMEKEEPER: "..."

EARL GREY: "..."

CAPTAIN ICE: "..."

STRING GUMMY: "..."

WIND ARCHER: "…"

MILLENNIAL TREE: "..."

ANANAS: "..."

LONGAN: "..."

TOKUMI: "..."

RAI-RAI-KUN: "..."

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "..."

RAI-RAI-KUN: "...If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a very long day."

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he wanted to tell him / have it be the first thing he said, but he hasn't shown back up since that night. anger flashes across ryou's face at kazuya's statement and eyes narrow on him. momoi's very soft, 'oh shit' is heard by her table. fists ball up strap of bag, and he's so tired of fighting with kazuya -- so / so / tired of fighting with him. " i said, " softly, and it's soft, but he knows kazuya enough to know that no matter how quiet he is, somehow, he always manages to pick it up, " you needed other people besides just me to pull you back. and i said it because it's true, ha-chan. because you can't just depend on me to be the one who always pulls you back. " why are they doing this here in all places ? why does it matter ? momoi isn't paying any attention to anyone at her table - but she feels the questioning gaze on her back and she just softly, " muk-kun, i'll draw you a diagram afterwards, okay ? " she'll go into the details about who is who later on --- yo-chan might help. maybe. she grimaces. maybe not actually. she knows that his bond with ya-chan is pretty sacred to him. she'd do it now , but honestly she's getting so much information - and despite everything, she collects information. it doesn't matter if it's her friends or not. tatsuya watches makoto for a moment, before he too stands, and walks away to sit with his boyfriend at another table. somewhere safe from the eventual blowout. sakurai always seemed calm and nice / but he knows - vaguely from stories that he isn't always. shuu just swings confused gaze between kazuya whose face spells danger -- and he knows of sakurai -- knows that it's his best friend. his family. and apparently his ex. that's none of his business who kazuya dated but he still frowns anyways. he watches makoto and tatsuya leave to go to another table -- stays with kazuya instead of leaving. sakurai frowns at kazuya, " geez, ha-chan, maybe i would have told you if you didn't disappear from the house because you've got it in your head that me saying you needed more than just me is me pushing you away. " a pause, and he swings his attention to atsumo, " it matters because if i had known, i wouldn't have taken you up on what you said. " attention shifts back to kazuya and " what part ha-chan ? me dating, me being interested in boys for once or atsumo specifically. " because if kazuya wants to get into it , they can but they won't be doing it here. ryou turns on his heels, grabs atsumo's hand, and yanks him after him, " lets go, i'm not doing this here. " ( he feels like he's choosing atsumo over kazuya / he isn't. he isn't / he isn't. ) he's not doing this here / there's too many people here. he knows - kazuya doesn't like airing out his business in public / neither does ryou.

ryou-yo's..... he's on a date?

well. good for him. good for you, kazuya wants to breathe out, even if it's through a clenched jaw and closed teeth, but he doesn't. a split second passes and the only thing he thinks about is their last conversation. at least, what he could remember from it. he inhales, long and slow as he snuff the urge to flip the table or flip his shit. ryou's a big boy, he's allowed to date. but his ex?

if he wasn't a serial dater, then this probably wouldn't have happened. it's not about atsumo, but it feels safer to direct the swelling frustration with an ex he never planned on seeing again than his best friend in the entire world. he might explode on both.

" is that why you said i needed other people? " to ryou-yo, then at atsumo, " did you know he was my friend? "

" no. " but / the look that flashes against kazuya's face is hardly tame, and atsumo continues. " but it wouldn't have changed anything. why do you care? "

makoto looks towards tatsuya, already getting up from his seat without a word and walking off to another part of the restaurant. og shakes his head once, knowing that, somehow, that was the wrong thing to ask. murasakibara's gaze shifts from the scene back to those at his table, brow raises.

kazuya, however, doesn't answer atsumo's question, instead shooting to ask his best friend one again; " how long has this been going on? "

[jokertrap-ran]

A3! (Act! Addict! Actors!)  EVENT! Dazzling☆Beachside PASSION (Episode 1):

*Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Name will remain as my normal ( ラン )

Episode 1/ Episode 2/ Episode 3 /Episode 4/Episode 5 / Episode 6/ Episode 7/ Episode 8/ Episode 9/ Episode 10/ Epilogue A3! Master-list

Citron:  Hmm, hot, hot~ …...Japan’s summer is humble.

Ran: You probably meant that it’s humid.

Citron: I’ll end up growing crabs if it’s this humid!

Muku: Crabs!? A-As expected of Citron-sama, that sounds a little gorgeous...!

Tasuku: He means mold.

Kazunari: Speaking of Summer, it has got to be the sea! Right!?

Ran: If you’re talking about the sea, there’s one in the dormitory courtyard!

Tasuku: You mean the pool that Tetsuro-san made...?

Kazunari: A pool’s great and all too but~! We all have to go to the real sea, don’t we!

Kazunari: The bright, dazzling sun, white clouds and shimmering blue sea! Say, Muk-kun, don’t you think so too?

Muku: T-That’s right! Since it’s summer vacation now...it would be fun if I could go to the beach with everyone.

Citron: Nice idea! I want to see the summer sea too!

Tasuku: Oi, don’t run about. You’re just going to feel even warmer, aren’t you?

Omi: I’m back.

Ran: Welcome back, Omi-kun.

Omi: Haha, everyone seems pretty worn out from the heat.

Kazunari: On the contrary, we have to go to the sea In order to enjoy this heat to it’s fullest extent after all! Right? Omi, you want to go to the sea too, don’t you!?

Tasuku: You guys are still talking about the sea, huh.

Omi: The sea...

Omi: Come to think of it, one of my university acquaintances had asked of me to help out at his beach house.  

Omi: He said that they were still short on hands and that it would be fine to have fun and all once I was done butーー

Kazunari: Yes yes yes!! I’m going! I’ll go!

Citron: I’ll go too! Omi, you’ll take me along!

Ran: Ahaha, what enthusiasm.

Omi: Haha, got it. How about the rest?

Ran: I’m not that busy now idea so I might as well go along too! Is that okay?

Tasuku: I’ll pass.

Kazunari: Ehhh! Taks, how indifferent you’re being!

Tasuku: There’s no need to go all the way to such a hot place during a hot season like this, is there?

Muku: U-Um, could I come along too…?

Omi: Of course. Juza’s going too.

Muku: Eh, Ju-chan is?

Omi: Yeah. Juza ended up helping out since he wanted to tour till we reached the sea.

Kazunari: Omimi and Juza are gonna be touring together! Oh nonono, that sounds too cool! How nice~!

Ran: Huh? So that means Omi-kun and Juza-kun are going to be heading there by the motorbike, right?

Omi: Yeah.

Citron: So? What should we do?

Kazunari: Sounds bad, that means we don’t have the legs to get there!? Completely downhearted sentiments~!

Omi: Hmm that’s true...it’s quite far even if you get there by train and there’s also quite a distance from the station itself even if you do.

Omi: I guess going by a car’s the best option around...

Muku: A car…

Kazunari: A car that can fit this amount of people’s gotta be a wagon, no?

Ran: ……

Kazunari: Staresー...

Citron: I’m stare, stare, staring…

Tasuku: ...What.

Kazunari: Taks, please! Drive us there!

Citron: Tasuku, it’s the afterlife! I’m begging you!

Tasuku: Why me...I did say that I’ll pass on this, didn’t I?

Kazunari: Please, pretty please~! Say, say, you’re our friend, aren’t you!?

Tasuku: What friend.

Ran: Tasuku-san, I’m asking you of this too!

Muku: Please…!

Omi: Tasuku-san, can’t I ask this of you?

Tasuku: Even you guys...

Tasuku: Haa. Only this time.

Citron: We did itー!! As expected of Tasuku, empathetic and warm-hearted!

Kazunari: Taks, you’re really our hero! You’re a super lovely, miraculous hyper handsome man!

Tasuku: Everything’s in place now so all’s well.

Ran: Thank you very much! Isn’t that great, Muku-kun!?

Muku: Yes! I’m really looking forward to it!

[derpyflowergarden]

The Jealousy Game Chapter 1

Also available on AO3

Junko Enoshima is bored.  She hasn’t gotten a good dose of despair in a while, not counting the small things (when Fujisaki “lost” his flash drive containing a week’s worth of programming, or when Maizono had lost her voice before a show), but those weren’t much, and the span of them had been too long for her to really feel the effects of the despair taking place. She needed something more.

Sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for her sister to return with their lunch, listening to the idle chatter of her peers. She needed to think of something big, something that will really fill up someone with despair. But who could she use as her target?

“Junko, I brought you your lunch…” Junko looks up to see her sister Mukuro with two trays of food. Perfect! Some food should help brainstorm some new ways to spread her wonderful, luxurious despair!

“Thank you Mukuro-nee-chan. Now I can…” Junko paused as Mukuro places her tray in front of her. The best of the cafeteria food was placed in front of her, just at the right temperature and looking absolutely delicious...however...

“Hey, nee-chan, where’s the pudding I asked for?”

Mukuro flinches, her eyes dropping to the floor. Junko gives her sister the most sickeningly sweet smile she could muster.

“I’m sorry, Junko, but they didn’t have any ready at the counter…” Mukuro answers softly, unable to meet her sister’s gaze. Junko felt her eye twitch. Normally, the this would cause her a small ounce of despair, and she would let her sister feel the same wonderful feeling she was...but...she didn’t feel despair at all. At least, not enough for her to really want to spread it. All she could feel was anger, and that’s what Junko decided she would spread to her sister.

“So you couldn’t wait for them to make more? You decided that you wanted to just forget about the pudding? What kind of terrible sister are you?” Junko seethes, watching as her sister leans back, her disgustingly pasty face paling to an even fairer shade. “Well, don’t just stand there, if you really are a good sister, you’ll go get me the pudding I wanted!” Junko hisses out, and she watches as Mukuro apologizes, bowing her head before she turned and went to grab the pudding. Looking back to her food, Junko grabs her fork and stabs at the food harshly. What a disappointment her sister was. Super High School Disappointment, that’s what Mukuro was. Before she could go further into her anger, a happy voice broke through behind her.

“Congratulations, Kirigiri! Aren’t you excited?” Junko turns around to see Super High School Off-Key and Super High School Daddy’s Brat sitting at a nearby lunch table, Maizono looking far too pleased for Junko’s liking, while Kirigiri seemed unfazed, but Junko notices that there was a faint blush to her cheeks.

“I’m not entirely sure. I’m glad Naegi has agreed, perhaps now I’ll be able to understand my situation better.” Kirigiri responded.

“So where are you going to go? It’s your first date after all, it should probably be somewhere nice, not too crowded, like maybe a cafe or a nice park stroll?”

Oh? What’s this? Kirigiri has a date with Naegi? Interesting, perhaps she can cause some despair for them there? But how could she do it?

“Junko, I got the pudding you asked for, the first of the batch.” Junko turns back around in time to see Mukuro set a cup of vanilla pudding on her tray. Junko wanted to scream at Mukuro, because her sister should know she hates vanilla pudding. It’s so boring and stereotypical, just like Muk-

Wait. That’s it.

“Thank you so much, Muku-nee-chan.” Junko says, putting on her best cutesy voice. “I’m so sorry I got mad at you, nee-chan.” She bats her eyes at her sister, a small pout on her lip-glossed lips, waiting for the inevitable forgiveness. It comes when Mukuro smiles at her softly, her shoulders slumping only a little bit.

“It’s alright, Junko. It was my fault for not being a good sister.” “No, I insist, I have to make it up to you!” Junko says, before scooting over and motioning for Mukuro to sit beside her. “I had an idea about how you can win over Naegi.” Junko whispers in a teasing voice, causing Mukuro to blush scarlet.

“Wha-”

“Please Muku-nee-chan? It’ll be sure to work, I promise!” Junko says, and Mukuro looks around just in case before nodding.

“Well, if you want Naegi to notice you, you need to make him jealous.”

“...Jealous?” Mukuro parrots, and Junko has to hold back a smirk. Instead, she nods eagerly before continuing.

“I just read about it in one of my favorite magazines. If you make yourself look unavailable, the more the guys will want you. So if you pretend to be in a relationship, then Naegi-kun will get super jealous, and will totally try and win you over from your ‘boyfriend’.” Junko says, her eyes glinting something dangerous. She watches in glee as Mukuro mulls this over.

“But, wouldn’t that just turn him away instead?” Mukuro asks her, and Junko is prepared for this.

“A simple boy like Naegi? He’ll practically be begging to be your boyfriend, especially with me helping you. No boy will be able to resist you!” Junko says, throwing her arm around her sister’s shoulders, bringing her close into a hug. ��All you have to do is find a boy who’s willing to pretend to be your boyfriend, and leave the rest to me, okay?” Junko gives her the biggest puppy eyed look, and it only takes a moment until Mukuro cracks, smiling nervously at her sister.

“Thank you Junko. I’ll find someone, alright?” Mukuro says, although she still looks completely nervous, to which Junko just laughs heartily and begins to eat, reassuring her stupid sister that everything would be fine.

Of course, what Mukuro didn’t realize was that she was now Junko’s target for the biggest amount of despair yet.

“Upupupupu!”

[zevakritpel]

Hell-bent: Chapter 4- GET'CHA HEAD IN THE GAME

<Chapter 3       Chapter 5>

Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke

Pairing: Aokise, MomoRiko, Kagakuro, MuroMura, more???

u can find this on AO3 lol

Summary: Adult AU, Criminal Underworld AU. Where Kagami Taiga is a young heir suddenly targeted by 6 rather dangerous members of the criminal underworld (each with their own set of personal troubles), and Kuroko is a bodyguard with a dark past.

Warning: Violence, Strong language, a lil dark and angsty sometimes. Getting spicier ;^)

[Saturday. 12:49. Forgive Me ]

All good things must come to an end, as the smitten public in this café know all too well; they look on tearfully, sighing with collective disappointment when the dangerously good-looking pair finally take their leave. Though they depart now, perhaps the beauties will one day return to grace the shop once more with their presence...one can only hope.

"Th-thank you for your patronage! Please come again!!!"

Back out on the street, Momoi and Kise get ready to part ways.

"Geez, that Dai-chan...he actually took off," Momoi sighs, shaking her head apologetically. It's not like she hadn't been expecting this, but come on. At this rate, she'll have to leave it to Ki-chan, and though Momoi gets it, she's concerned the model may be too consumed with thoughts of Tetsu-kun and the game to give Dai-chan a proper 'challenge' (so to speak).

...Or not. One side glance at Kise's profile is enough to dispel most of Momoi's worries: yeah, that's a nice expression he's got there.

"Oh, I doubt he's gone far," the model mutters in an uncharacteristically dark tone, staring fixedly on something in the distance. After a pause, he snaps his gaze back momentarily to Momoi and flashes her one last farewell grin.

"Thanks for today, Momocchi. I'm sure we'll talk soon."

"Take care, Ki-chan!"

Momoi waves goodbye, then turns to start walking in the opposite direction.

A large part of her hopes that Ki-chan succeeds in coming through to Tetsu-kun tonight, but....well, realistically....

It takes her a solid half hour to reach her next destination, as she makes a point of dipping through back alleys and secret short cuts to get to the more unsavoury part of this cesspool of a city.

Finally, at the end of a long string of dilapidated buildings and deserted houses, lies an old, rundown Catholic church. Judging from the shattered stain glass windows, the vulgar graffiti splattered across the walls, and the layers of grime that have accumulated around the grounds, it would appear that this church hasn't been in use for a long, long time.

After a quick check of her surroundings (doesn't look like she's been followed), Momoi pushes past the heavy oak wood doors and enters the building.

The air inside is dusty and stale, as expected, the floor littered with dirt, cobwebs, and is...that a dirty condom?  Not to mention the rat that Momoi's pretty sure is crawling out by the long-unused altar...still, she's too struck with a wave of nostalgia to be particularly bothered.

Even all dark and abandoned, places like these always remind her of the old days, with Tetsu-kun and Dai-chan, when the three of them would sneak out and hide between the pews of the orphanage chapel a lifetime ago...

A small cough from the far left side  interrupts Momoi's sentimentality, a signal to the information broker that it's time for an update.

She takes a seat in the confessional booth, and as she does so, the screen between compartments slides open.

"Sakurai-kun. What an interesting rendez-vous point you chose. But did we have to talk through the confessional, or-"

"S-sorry. I didn't want to be followed so I... and, in case anyone sees...in any case I'm really sorr-"

"O-oh, no, no it's fine. So? What do you have for me?"

"Sorry. She ended up taking the bait, but before I could do anything, some third party group moved in and attacked."

Whoah whoah whoah.

What.

"Sor-...I mean, what's this?"

"I'M SORRY. I'm really really sorry."

"No, it's okay, Sakur-"

"-So sorry-"

"It's oka-"

"Sorry. I didn't plan ahead for that kind of situation."

"It's not your fault, you don't need to apolo-"

"SORRY. I DIDN'T CONTACT YOU EARLIER BECAUSE THE INCIDENT MADE ME PARANOID AND I WAITED TO MAKE SURE I WASN'T BEING FOLLOWED, SO I'M SORRY I AM WORTHLESS AND INCOMPETENT"

Having to deal with the likes of Aomine for about two decades has certainly helped Momoi develop a hardy patience, but she isn't sure she'll ever be advanced enough to properly handle the mess that is alias Sakurai Ryou.

"Sakurai-kun, you didn't do anything wrong. Is there anything else you can tell me about what happened?"

"Sorry. There was another guy with her, he looked kind of stupid. Got shot in the right shoulder."

"A subordinate?"

"Most likely."

"How's Aida, then?"

"They clipped her, but she was able to drive away in time."

"And the assailants, what did they look like?"

"They drove past in a black SUV, I couldn't get a proper look. I'm sorr-"

" You did a good job, I'll look into the rest of that later today and contact you after that. Thanks for your hard work!"

Momoi escapes before Sakurai takes the opportunity to squeeze another hundred apologies.

What a troubling development...

Could it be something to do with Muk-kun's news earlier this morning, or is it something else entirely....?

Whoever it is, how dare they get in the way of her fight with Aida Riko. Since Ki-chan's working hard tonight, Momoi must also step her game up.

Speaking of Ki-chan...Momoi wonders how Dai-chan is holding up...

[Saturday. 13:03. Just So We're Clear, That Is A Gun In My Pocket And I'm Not Happy To See You]

By the time Aomine realizes the warm weather is getting to him, he's already made it halfway home, with his shirt clinging to the sweaty skin of his back, and his head and throat suffering from sharp dehydration pains. Probably should have reconsidered walking home under this sun in a black shirt, but it's too late for regrets now.

For some reason, Aomine was too preoccupied to notice all this until now.

Luckily, an oasis in the form of a vending machine is close at hand. Aomine heads straight to it, rifling through his pants' pockets for loose change. He wants Aquarius, but what kind should he get...

Aomine slips the money through a slot, and presses the button for his desired sports drink, and...

Hm. Presses it again.

....one more time.

.................six more times, very rapidly.

Inhales deeply, then tries another button. Nothing.

Okay. If that's how things are going to be, then it's time to change tactics. Gripping either side of the vending machine, Aomine begins channeling his rapidly- growing rage through his hands. He gets in a ready stance, about to show this damned contraption exactly who it's dealing with.

However, before Aomine even has the chance to engage in battle, a hand suddenly reaches under his arm and makes a selection.

A bottle of mineral water immediately drops down from its holding place, and the difference in change rattles out: transaction complete.

".....................Goddamnit Kise.."

"Hey, Aominecchi~. Long time no see."

Ahh..

That voice...this is a hundred times worse than he imagined it would be.

Aomine turns around, dark blue eyes narrowed menacingly to glower at the real fucking problem beaming back at him.

"'Hey~' my ass. Do you wanna die? You'd better buy me my drink right now."

"Ehhhh?? That's what you have to say aft-...ah ! He walked away! Aoooomineeeecchiiii waiiit!!!"

There's a bench sitting under the shade of a bus stop some fifty meters away, and this is where Aomine waits, legs outstretched, for Kise to catch up.

There's really no chance of running away now, huh...

No non ono . What? It's not like that. It's ..not. Like. That.

Before Aomine has the chance to settle his thoughts, Kise is already bouncing back, equipped with a clear plastic bottle.

"Here!" the model chirps, tossing the drink into the air for Aomine to catch. He remains standing, siding himself next to the bench...close enough that Aomine can smell the faint scent of his cologne.

"Tch. Why'd you get me lemon flavour..."

"You left before telling me what you wanted!"

Aomine freezes. Hearing Kise say those words, even out of context and in that playful, pouty tone, is momentarily jarring, for reasons he doesn't fully want to understand. He recovers quickly by twisting the top off his blissfully cool bottle and drains half the contents in one go.

"Oh, you're drinking it anyways..."

"So?  What do you want."

The corners of Kise's mouth twitch, and he leans his shoulder against the metal post next to the bench before responding:

"....You were there earlier, right?"

Geh.

"This is the first time in years Aominecchi has come close to me, of course I'm going to take the opportunity to see you."

Ah fuck.

Aomine shifts, so that his body is facing slightly away from Kise, and flips the bottle in his hand nonchalantly.

"Ah, that? Don't misunderstand. It's because Satsuki told me-"

A silence ensues, long enough for Kise to move closer to Aomine, tilting his head to the side expectantly for the rest of the explanation.

"-Because Satsuki told me to do it............By the way, what's with the glasses? They look stupid?"

Nailed it.

"Oh, these?" Kise taps the red frames, golden eyes blinking innocently as he tries to adjust to the abrupt subject change.

"My manager told me to try and hide my face when I'm out during the day, otherwise the fangirls get too much-"

"UGH"

God, the earnest way he answered is annoying in itself, but more importantly: what, is he Midorima to seriously think that throwing on a pair of glasses counts as a disguise?

"I want my concern back..."

"Hmmm?! What's this, Aominecchi was worried about me?"

"Huh, who'd be concerned about a fucking idiot."

"sob.....Aominecchi..."

There's a sudden lightness in Aomine's chest, as if a weight has been pried off him. Though he'd rather die than admit it, he wonders if  perhaps this is relief from the knowledge that in spite of everything, Kise's stupid brightness hasn't dimmed out. Even if it's a false light, the familiarity of this banter alone is somehow ....comforting.

Carried away by this rush of this strange new feeling, the (more-or-less unemployed) fighter opens his mouth to speak...

"Kise-"

...only to be interrupted by the untimely buzzing of Kise's phone. Fucking classic.

"Ah sorry Aominecchi, can you hold that thought? I need to take this."

The model steps aside, casting an rueful look at Aomine as he raises the phone to his ear.

" Heyaaaaa P-chan <3.  It's so unusual for you to call me!!"

.............Who is he talking to?

Aomine looks away and swallows the rest of his sports drink, ignoring Kise as he chatters away into his phone. No, no, no, the false light is flashy and annoying, after all.

Hpmh.

"Ehhh? Right now? Well, if it's P-chan it's okay, but you'll have to take me to karaoke to make up for it! Ok ok, see you soon."

The model hangs up with a small sigh, then perks up again, raising two fingers in a V.

"Sorry, Aominecchi, looks like I have to go~. Let's catch up another time?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bye."

Kise turns to go, and as he does so, the silver chain around his neck lifts up from the movement, and the cross at the end catches a flash of sunlight.

"Ao...minecchi?"

By the time his mind catches up to his body, which moved of its own accord, Aomine becomes painfully aware that he's gripping Kise's wrist.

Ahhh.......no going back now, huh.

[Saturday. 14:00. ..........]

"....................................-"

"Mi.....tobe?"

"!!!!............."

"AHaa aww hey...so it must have been you I heard calling out to me..."

"......................."

"Hey, hey, don't say that. This is nothing, I'm totally fin- *cough* - fine. Oooh that smarts..."

"................................"

"'You should've been there' ..?  Oiii. Riko gave you an important mission, right, so like, there's no way that's tru-"

"................."

"Mitobe..?"

"........"

"Yeah....me too."

[Saturday. 14:10. Obligatory Indirect Kiss Moment]

"Aaaaah, all that hard work today's made me hungry. Let's stop in here, Muro-chin."

Himuro isn't sure what part of curb stomping a couple of two-bit thugs, sleeping for another six hours, then dragging said thugs halfway across the city to go appliance shopping constitutes as 'hard work', but it's fine. At least that business is done and over with (the installation people are coming tomorrow to restore peace to the Araki safehouse once more).

He follows Murasakibara through the convenience store entrance, pretty worn out himself by the events of the past 24 hours; all he has to show for today's efforts are a massive bruise and a deep sense of dissatisfaction.

Well, not everything is bad; spending time with Atsushi outside like this is nice in its own way.

Murasakibara's fearsome stature attracts attention no matter where he goes, but he's especially eye-catching when in the proximity of snacks. It takes under a minute for the killer to burn through half the store, returning to Himuro already cradling an obscene amount of food in his right arm.

"Was it really alright that we left those two guys like that in the end... you know, you're too brutal, Atsushi" Himuro scolds, accepting the bag of potato chips Murasakibara is trying to place into his hands (what's this? He needs help?? There's actually a limit to how much food Atsushi can carry???) as they head towards the freezers.

"Ehhhhhhhh, isn't Muro-chin way more violent than me?" Murasakibara drawls, extracting four boxes of popsicles at once with his free hand.

In light of today's events, and the events of many a time in the past, Himuro finds himself unable to deny this; Atsushi makes a fair point.

At the cashier, they encounter a dead-looking employee that doesn't so much as flinch at Murasakibara's mountain of snacks. Himuro can't help but feel impressed by the youth, whose dull eyes have seen Too Much from working in convenience store retail.

Ten plastic bags later, and they're out the door again.

"So, about that...." Himuro starts, speaking over his shoulder as Murasakibara comes up behind him, rustling through his purchases to open a bag of candy.

"I did something unnecessary, right? It feels like my meeting with Haizaki Shougo somehow set him off..."

Murasakibara rips the wrapper off a lollipop with his teeth, sucks on the candy pensively for a moment before taking it out of his own mouth and slipping it between Himuro's unsuspecting lips.

"Mmmmm, I think that guy getting involved was pretty inevitable. Anyways, it's Kise-chin's problem now, so Muro-chin definitely shouldn't worry about it."

Strawberry flavour. Still warm from Atsushi's mouth- ah, no, focus, Himuro. Focus.

"Kise...oh, Ryouta. He's another one of you 'Miracles', yeah?"

"Mmmhmm. He'll probably be first coming after your Kagami Taiga, so if you want-"

A shadow crosses over Murasakibara's abruptly displeased face, and the veritable giant grabs Himuro's hand and begins to pull him into a quick pace away from the convenience store.

"Atsushi? What's wrong?"

Murasakibara checks his shoulder, then mutters:

"If we stay any longer, we're gonna run into someone reeeeally annoying. I'll tell Muro-chin everything, so let's just get out of here."

Himuro doesn't have a single complaint with this arrangement.

[Saturday. 14:24. Someone Reeeeally Annoying]

"Don't laugh, Takao!"

"Ahahaa I'm cr-..ahh, Shin-chan, I'm crying ahahhaaa. That thief just ... ahahhaa...to you of all people...and took your bag...do they know they fucking stole a stuffed mouse like.. what're they going to do with that? .... i can't.....owww my stomach hurts."

"Don't be so loud. And this is a serious problem, my life is in danger if I don't have my lucky item with me, this is no time to be laughing!"

"Aha, I know, I know. Let's stop in this store first, I'll call someone to deliver you a new taxidermy    mouse..... I can't believe I just said that out loud, I'm gonna pee my pants..."

"TAKAO!!!"

"Ooh, watch your step, Shin-chan, you almost walked right into that pothole. Jeez, you weren't kidding about the bad luck."

"I am not in the habit of 'kidding'"

"Haha ohhh Shin-chan."

[Saturday.15:01. Pure]

What's Riko supposed to do when she's hard-pressed for information on a large, mostly unknown enemy, but the person to whom she delegated the task of finding certain crucial facts is currently kneeling at Koganei's bedside, fingers intertwined with Koga's own as the two of them snooze together peacefully in spite of the urgency of the situation?

[Saturday. 18:33.  Resolve]

Kise shivers.

Carefully, so as not to rouse the peacefully-sleeping P from her slumbers, he stands up from the edge of the bed and checks the time: still a bit too early, huh?

The model sighs and looks down at the inside of his right arm; the place where Aomine had grabbed him to pull him back still burns with the memory of the touch.

In the end, the other man had just hurriedly scrawled a 7 digit phone number onto Kise's forearm and sauntered off with the flippant parting words: "I guess I can take one for the team and listen to you ugly cry after you fail tonight. See ya."

How very like Aominecchi, this brash, roundabout kindness. Kise had thought his original intention in approaching Aomine was to force him into acknowledging him, but now the model is not so sure. Rather than settling a score or being noticed, this is more like...

Kise presses his hand against his chest and takes a deep breath.

This feels good: whether it's playing with everyone again, this business with Kurokocchi, that business with Aominecchi, his modeling, his other jobs, even the lovely P-chan over here... there's a thrill here, a sense of life.

That's why he's not going to let anyone take this feeling away from him.

Not again.

[Saturday.19:11.  Jealousy Is An Ugly Thing, Dorothy]

Haizaki Shougo is in what some people might refer to as a 'bad mood."

He shakes his right hand out, flicking off some of the blood dripping from his scraped knuckles. Seems like the usual form of stress relief isn't working.

Meeting Atsushi's Ichimatsu doll has lead him to some pretty annoying information (...and speaking of which, as if that fucking one-eyed doll had the nerve to leave without putting up a proper fight? The fuck, so boring.) and now Haizaki has to take care of this shit all over again.

Isn't it embarrassing, the way the so-called 'Miracles' are all still repeating the same bullshit as when they were brats? Playing their shitty 'games' again, hyped up on a sense of superiority while hiding from how fucked up their lives really are...it's pathetic.

And then there's that fucking Ryooooouta.

Haizaki licks off some of the blood off his thumb, smiling a little in spite of himself.

There's no doubt in his mind that the new development has caused that bitch to get ahead of himself again.

If it isn't Haizaki's job to put him back in his place, then what is?

[Saturday. 19:25. Danger: Do Not Cross]              

"Uhhmm, Seijuro-kun...haha.. this is not.. what we agreed on.."  Client Xy stutters with an unpleasant laugh, openly agitated. He mops a bit of sweat off his forehead with the white handkerchief crumpled in his hand.

Akashi closes his right eye and regards the man in the seat across from him with a silent, piercing golden-orange gaze. His legs are crossed, and the only movement he makes is the tapping of a closed folding fan rhythmically against his knee.

Pitiable, how little it takes for Xy to start snapping under the pressure.

"I mean, really, Seijuro-kun, I thought the Akashi syndicate wasn't affiliated with the yakuza? If I'd known, I never would have...I have a hard time believing your father would-"

Akashi gives one final tap before holding the black fan out in his slender fingers in gesture.

"My father," he begins softly, with eerie temperance.

"No longer has any control over my business."

He does not elaborate, and Xy is at least wise enough to let that one go.

"It's just, n-no one told me you were going to get the Araki clan involved in this," he continues, trying to speak indignantly, which would be more convincing if he wasn't covered in nervous sweat.

"Is that why you sent me such a pleasant surprise last night?"

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Oh? Perhaps your men were the ones from last Thursday, my mistake. It is difficult for me to keep track of all the disobedience."

This is Akashi's idea of a joke: he doesn't make mistakes, and it's not difficult for him to keep track of anything, because he is perfect.

"Now l-listen, I don't know what you're insinuating, but if it's the case that others have been retaliating, maybe you shouldn't be so full of yours-EEP"

Xy's blathering is cut off quite suddenly as Akashi flicks his fan open, revealing it to be an ornate tessen.

"Do you understand, Mr. Xy, that the only reason you are still breathing is because I am gracious enough to allow it? You are useful to me, but not so useful that I will tolerate any more insolence from you or anyone else."

It's unclear whether Akashi's surprise weapon or his unyielding glare is more threatening. Either way, Xy looks like he's about to pass out.

"Though it may not be to your liking, I believe you will find I am complying with every detail of our arrangement. Should you test me, or question my methods again, I will not show mercy a second time."

Mercy isn't exactly the right word, and Client Xy gets that. He really does. Akashi Seijuro has a role for him to play, and he's in too deep to back out now, for fear of ending up having to choose between dying in the ocean or the mountains. Or whatever happened to the 'pleasant surprise' he actually did send out to Akashi the other day.

Fucking kids these days are horrifying.

Naturally, Xy stumbles out of Akashi's residence as fast as his legs, jellied from fear, can carry him, leaving Akashi alone in this cold empty home once more.

After sitting in silence for a couple minutes, Akashi blinks several times and pulls out a shogi board from the living room table.

[Saturday. 20:07. A Date...???]

"Kagami-kun," Kuroko begins, regarding the heir's handstand pushup routine with an inscrutable look in his eyes. The consequent reveal of chiseled abdominal muscles from gravity pulling Kagami's black shirt down is not going unnoticed.

How troublesome.

"Not that I am complaining, but you have not expressed a single wish to go outside today."

"Yeah, so?" Kagami grunts, tucking his right hand against his back and balancing his whole weight on the left. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple.

"Not like I have anything to do out there, anyways."

"Is that so? You were pretty adamant about being 'freed'. Are you sure there is no one you would like to visit, at all?  I can always make arrangements..."

"Who would I even visit?" the heir mutters, slowly returning his feet to solid ground, and straightening himself back up to a standing position. His cheeks are still a little red from all the blood rushing to his face.

"I've only been living here for a couple of months, it's not like I really know anyone besides Aida's men... and you, I guess."

"...................."

".....w....why are you looking at me like that?"

"How sad. That the young master is unable to make any frien-"

"Sh-shut up, Kuroko!"

Oh dear. Teasing Kagami is far too easy. Truly, the young heir is a pleasant surprise in many ways.

"Then, did you want to go out anyways?"

"Huh?"

Kuroko gestures to the door with his thumb.

"That burger place we went to yesterday....I liked the vanilla shakes."

Taiga stares down at Kuroko for a few moments with his double-brows furrowed, as if processing the bodyguard's words, then grins.

"Fuck yeah, let's go."

It's almost certainly too dangerous to be wandering about at night in these trying times (Kuroko has no doubt at least one of the main players will make their move tonight), but the bodyguard finds that, aside from the initial objective of wanting to bait the enemy, he there's also these knew sentiments coming up: Taiga clearly doesn't have it easy, but he's so strong-willed and bright that Kuroko can't help but want to see him shine brighter.

His determination is now absolute: Kagami Taiga will be protected, at any cost. This does not impede Kuroko's initial objective; rather, it serves to strengthen his will with no regrets.

"Yes, let's go."

[Saturday. 20:10. Hello?]

"I'm going on ahead," Kagami calls over his shoulder, shoving his hands into his pockets as he heads towards the elevators. He presses the down button and waits, feeling strangely excited.

Honestly, he had thought that this personal bodyguard bullshit was just Aida making him suffer, and even though Kuroko is still infuriating and a little spooky, Kagami finds himself thinking it might not be such a bad arrangement after all. He's interesting, to say the least. And it's true, Kagami hasn't spoken one on one with people outside Aida's circle lately, so it's ...well. Fun.

The light above the elevator lights up with a PING, and Kagami steps forward as the doors slide open.

But he can't move.

Every nerve in his body tenses up, as if to brace itself from the sensation of overwhelming bloodlust suddenly aimed directly at him. Something like a glint of gold flashes by him, and the sensation fades just as quickly as it had appeared.

Heart pounding in his chest, Kagami looks around, alarmed, but is only surrounded by empty halls.

The elevator doors close shut.

Kagami's trained ears hear nothing save for the sound of his own breathing. And yet, he's sure there was something...someone there.

What the hell is this? Could it be-

"Kuroko-?"

"Guess again <3"

Notes from AO3: i hope one day Momoi and Kise return to that coffee shop with Himuro, thus completing the trifecta of KNB in-universe beauty queens. Tho I'm not sure it's safe for the innocent public if that trio ever gets together...

naturally, by the time this ever happens, Ahomine will have riko to join him in jealously watching from the safe distance of the noodle shop. such is the fate of irritable possessive people whose love interests are far too popular and carefree.

also RIP muro and midorima in every bit i write for them, ever lol sorry you two i always make you suffer

THANKS AGAIN FOR READING I HOPE YOU ENJOYED AND WILL CONTINUE READING THIS SILLY STORY OF MINE

[genzgay]

Flustered (part 2)

Pairing: Yugbam

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: more bad pickup lines, butchering BamBam’s Thai name, wearing white shirts to coffee dates 

Fluster, verb. To make (someone) agitated or confused


Yugyeom, a quiet and shy library assistant, just wants to keep the peace. BamBam, a quirky design student, knows too many pickup lines. When they exchange numbers it feels like the world turned upside down.

based off this ask

part 1

for @cutepimook

Yugyeom blazed through the campus. He was overjoyed to visit BamBam, but the Green dorms were on the exact opposite side of the campus. Yugyeom couldn’t be late for his very important date. Once he was inside building two, he found the nearest stairwell and took the stairs two by two. At the second floor, he pushed open the door and scanned for room two. There it was at the end of the hallway.

Yugyeom used the time it took to walk there to calm himself down. His heart rate had picked up again and his cheeks were most definitely a scarlet color. He took two deep breaths, then four, then two again, which always seemed to calm him down. It didn’t. He apprehensively knocked on the door of room two.

No answer.

He knocked yet again. The door opened with a click, and BamBam stood there with a finger to his lips and a phone pressed to his ear. He was speaking some language that Yugyeom couldn’t identify. It was definitely something southeastern based off BamBam’s looks- maybe Malay or one the hundreds of Indonesian languages- but Yugyeom couldn’t be sure. He followed BamBam’s motions and sat on his bed, then watched BamBam pace back and forth in the tiny closet of a room. With a big smile, BamBam ended the call.

“That was my little sister, sorry.” BamBam explained, placing his phone on his desk.

“So you’re not Korean?” Yugyeom asked. Of course he’s not Korean, you dumbass.

“You couldn’t tell from the accent?” BamBam answered with a giggle. “Nah, I’m from Thailand.” Yugyeom was experiencing the greatest ah-ha moment known to mankind.

“Oh cool! I’ve never been, unfortunately.” Yugyeom said, scratching his forehead.

“Well, maybe you’ll have to visit.” BamBam said, hopefully. He pulled a clear plastic case from his closet, opened it, and revealed a bright pink roll of measuring tape. “If you could just stand and take off your shoes.” Yugyeom followed his instructions, depositing his beat up Adidas near the door. He stood, looking at BamBam’s corkboard. “Okay, just hold your arms out.”

As BamBam completed his measurements (quite quietly, to Yugyeom’s surprise), Yugyeom had a chance to contemplate the cork board in front of him. It was divided into four sections, each with their own themed collage. The upper right section had the word “home” pinned in the center and what Yugyeom assumed to be the Thai flag pinned above it, with a map, some family photos, and some images of notable landmarks. On the lower right, the word “inspiration” was pinned in the center and hundreds of cutout pictures, drawings, and patterns in purple, black, and white blooming around it. The lower right had “dream” in the center, with pictures of boutiques, famous labels, and expensive clothes juxtaposed against pictures of nice family homes, children, and wedding rings. Lastly, the upper left, with the gay flag in the center instead of a word. Multicolored pictures of pride parades, definitions of slang in Thai, Korean, and English, and rainbows made the corner the most obvious of the four. The entire board felt raw, as if BamBam had let his soul bleed into it.

“Your cork board,” Yugyeom started, unsure of how his sentence would end, “it’s,” He couldn’t find a word to describe it and his tongue was super glued to his teeth.

“Oh.” BamBam froze. “Yeah. It’s a lot and kinda cheesy, I don’t know why I did it, like it’s so lame.” He yammered. “Like, who actually uses their cork board, and isn’t it for, um, staying organized?” He laughed, moving in front of it to block it. The collage blended around BamBam’s frame like a holy halo of himself, his purest self.

Yugyeom smiled. “No, I like how raw it is. Nobody bothers to use theirs and mine has approximately two sticky notes on it from September when I promised myself to be organized. But this, no, this is art.” He shared. BamBam’s shoulders dropped like Yugyeom had just lifted a weight.

“Really?” He asked, his eyes big and shimmery.

“Yeah.” Yugyeom went over to the inspiration section. “So, purple?”

“It looks like it’s your color.” BamBam answered. “I guess I’ll have to add you.”

Yugyeom giggled. “Oh please.” He threaded a hand through his hair.

“Yugyeom?” BamBam moved to make another measurement. Yugyeom could feel the measuring tape against his ass, but accepted it.

“Yes?”

“Are you made of sugar?” BamBam swiveled back around, pulling Yugyeom in with the tape. “Because your ass is sweet.” Yugyeom knew his cheeks would be be crimson, but it didn’t matter, because he was eye to eye with one of the most handsome people he had seen. Summing up this feeling with a sentence would be hard, so Yugyeom tried his best.

“So, you have siblings?” Yep, he was a disaster. A flop. A failure. A wreck. He couldn’t even just take one freaking moment to relish in the fact that he could of just held his crush by the cheeks and kissed him then and there (even if they had only know each other for 48 hours). BamBam straightened himself out, leaning away from Yugyeom and turning toward the board.

“Yeah. So my sister,” He sounded disappointed. He pointed to a selfie, “Her name is Baby. I mean, it’s not her real name, that’s Hataichanok, but in Thailand everyone uses a nickname.” He waved at another photo, with two nearly matching faces. “Then there’s my oldest brother Sarunchai, or Beer, and older brother Chindanai, or Bank.” He scratched the back of his neck. “They’re all really nice and I miss them loads.” He flopped on his bed with a sad sigh.

“They seem nice.” Yugyeom said, reusing BamBam’s words. “But what’s your name?” He sat next to BamBam, careful to duck under the overhead shelf.

“BamBam.” He said, unblinking. Then the light bulb blinked in his head. “OH! Mine’s Kunpimook.”

Yugyeom knew he wasn’t going to say it right. “Kun-peh-muk?” He attempted.

“Kun-pi-mook.” BamBam stressed.

“Gunpimook?”

“Kun-pi-mook.”

Something clicked in Yugyeom’s head. “Kunpimook?”

“Yes!” BamBam smiled, “Thai sounds good coming from you.” Yugyeom could feel the burn of BamBam’s gaze on his lips. “Want to learn more?”

“Of course.” For another two hours, Yugyeom happily subjected himself to embarrassment and confusion as he tried to make sense of BamBam’s native language. They only stopped when Yugyeom’s roommate, Jungkook, called for the fifth time. “Yes?”

“Yugyeom? Oh thank god.” He breathed into the phone and there was some mumbling. “Gyu is drunk off his ass and I can’t find my room key, plus it’s the RA’s night off.” Yugyeom’s shoulders sagged.

Great.

“I’ll be there.” Yugyeom answered. He ended the call and looked at BamBam regretfully. Their legs had intertwined messily like a beginner’s first knit scarf and it was sad to undo it.

“Guess you gotta go?” He asked.

Yugyeom nodded. “Yeah.” Another light bulb flashed in his head as he slipped on his shoes. “Want to get a coffee sometime?”

“Definitely.” BamBam’s answer gave Yugyeom enough energy to run home. 

“What drugs are you on?” Jinyoung asked, a thick eyebrow raised in suspicion. He’d just witnessed Kim Yugyeom skip gleefully across the library with an armful of two-inch thick textbooks. He was humming. The kid had been more than pleasant to any stranger that had walked in here and that alone was frightening.

Yugyeom pranced back, finishing his exercise with a huff. “Nothing!” He sang. He grabbed another pile, pivoted, and was off to re-shelve the books.

Jinyoung blinked at his rejection. “It has to be something!” He called across the library, instant on finding out what was literally making Yugyeom jump with joy.

“I thought librarians don’t yell!” He shouted from the other end. Jinyoung snorted. That was kinda funny.

“They certainly don’t skip around, either.” He retorted. Yugyeom was back within view, still bouncing. “You got the last few, right? I’ll go sort and you can take the front.” He turned to go.

“Jinyoung, wait.” Yugyeom suddenly sounded pitiful. “Actually, do you know of any cool cafés?” He was rubbing at the back of his head and his cheeks were redder than roses. “It’s,” Jinyoung just grinned.

“You’re going on a date, aren’t you?” He questioned, giggling. Yugyeom turned crimson.

“Psh, it’s not that, I just-” He played with his hands. “Just wanna check out Seoul some more.” He grinned unconvincingly.

Jinyoung decided to give Yugyeom his blessing. “Go to Cafe Chu. Have fun with BamBam and get some churros, ya nerd.”

Yugyeom was sitting in Cafe Chu with a churro and a coffee, alone. Which was fine. BamBam was only five minutes late and Yugyeom could excuse that. He could forget it happened. As it grew closer to fifteen minutes, Yugyeom was taking a bite of his lukewarm churro and staring at his phone screen. Where was BamBam? Just as he’s about to type out a text teasing BamBam for being late, the screech of a metal chair on hardwood announces his very arrival. “Hi, gosh I’m so sorry, I...” 

Yugyeom didn’t even hear BamBam’s excuse. He was much too distracted by the sinfully angelic outfit BamBam had chosen: a white button up that exposed  just enough chest and a thick black choker to match. Yugyeom prayed he wasn’t drooling because Bambam was more than forgiven. “It’s fine.”

“Phew,” BamBam wiped his forehead, “I thought I’d ruined the date.” He laughed, “Looks like you’re going to need a second churro.” The pair got up and in line, debated getting heart shaped churros over the regular stick shape (general consensus was the heart churros), then sat down to enjoy deep fried heaven. 

“Wow.” They said simultaneously. They both laughed, smiling at each other’s being. 

“So, Yugyeom, tell me about your major.” BamBam prompted. He sipped at his coffee while Yugyeom described the in and outs of a dance major. Yugyeom then sparked a discussion on tattoos, which lead to a retelling of the time BamBam attempted to runaway from home, which turned into a debate on dog breeds. “Pugs are the cutest though, with all their wrinkles and they’re just designed for cuddling.” BamBam argued. 

“Nope, Labs are more friendly, plus they just have such a gentle demeanor.” Yugyeom refuted. 

“But pugs!” BamBam fought. He swung his arms out to make his point, his right hand flying straight into his cup. The paper object did a back flip as it fell to the floor, causing the top to come loose and spray it’s latte goodness everywhere. BamBam and Yugyeom looked at each other, then the floor, then back to each other. Fuck.

“I’ll get some napkins.” They shouted simultaneously again. The two split up in order to find the maximum number of napkins possible. By the time Yugyeom had made it down to the end of the cafe and back, an employee had brought out a mop and was clearing away their sugary disaster with a flustered BamBam bowing and thanking him. Yugyeom and he decided to escape after that. 

“So long, Kim Yugyeom.” BamBam said, squeezing the taller human into a hug. “Now next time, I pick the place. Somewhere without coffee, preferably.” His white shirt was now only kinda sorta white now, so Yugyeom could see where he was coming from.

“Okay. Text me?” Yugyeom asked. He still had a hold on both of BamBam’s hands, unwilling to let him go.

“Yes!” He promised, “And Yugyeom?”

“Yes?” 

BamBam had this shit eating grin on his face. “If you were ground coffee, you would be espresso because you’re so fine!”

A message for June: Considering that I posted this at approximately 1 am, I hope you deeply enjoy this and know that I’m dedicated as fuck to getting this updated every Tuesday (or, Wednesday at 1 am EST) for you. 

[ask-dr-if-blog]

hey muk would you let saihara be in a relationship with a boy ?

Saihara ? you mean Saihara Shuuichi ? why are asking me about him ?

oh right i checked some things here on tumblr and you guys made him me and naegi - kuns love child … 

but anyway i wouldn’t mind if he was in a relationship with a boy as long as their relationship is healthy . if any boy breaks saiharas heart i break their bones that is all .

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정국 (Jung Kook) ‘Standing Next to You’ Promotions Sketch

Jimin y Jungkook con coreógrafo bailarín l_kunmuk

오 건묵 Oh Kun Muk

정국 (Jung Kook) ‘3D (feat. Jack Harlow)’ Promotions Sketch

[BANGTAN BOMB] Jimin’s #ThisIsJimin Behind - BTS (방탄소년단)

l_kunmuk Bailarín de BTS de Jimin ThisisJimin y Jungkook de 3D y Standing Next to You +

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Jimin y Jungkook con coreógrafo bailarín l_kunmuk

오 건묵 Oh Kun Muk

정국 (Jung Kook) ‘3D (feat. Jack Harlow)’ Promotions Sketch

[BANGTAN BOMB] Jimin’s #ThisIsJimin Behind - BTS (방탄소년단)

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jungkook AB_______JK_M____RST____Y_ tiktok comento y le dio me gusta al tiktok de Kunmuk bailarín que hizo vídeo con jimin (jungkook trabajo en 3D con ese coreografo y también BTS)

l_kunmuk tiktok sale jimin 건묵

thisisjimin #bts #choreography

오리지널 사운드 - 건묵

jungkook AB_______JK_M____RST____Y_ tiktok comento vídeo

AB_______JK_M____RST____Y_ 

오 건묵

Oh Kun Muk

건묵 Creador contesto a jungkook AB_______JK_M____RST____Y_ 

같이 고고고!!

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bts.bighitofficial instagram stories repost a j.m

scooterbraun instagram stories repost a j.m

pcmkr_googi instagram stories repost a j.m https://www.instagram.com/stories/pcmkr_googi/3238173035833865535/?hl=es-la

l_kunmuk instagram stories repost a noah_nakta https://www.instagram.com/stories/l_kunmuk/3238165357858771107/?hl=es-la

noah_nakta instagram stories repost a j.m choreography l_kunmuk Me Jimin https://www.instagram.com/stories/noah_nakta/3238162457489301965/?hl=es-la

[askpokeandcookies]

Incorrect Quotes 3 because I'm bored AF

(Reblogs allowed!)

EARL GREY: "Good night."

TOKUMI: "Sleep tight."

TIMEKEEPER: "Don’t let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself."

ANANAS: "Great, now Rai-rai-Chan's crying."

-

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "You three, explain right now!"

TIMEKEEPER: "It was String Gummy."

EARL GREY: "It was String Gummy."

ROGUEFORT: "It was String Gummy."

STRING GUMMY: "…F*ck."

-

RAI-RAI-CHAN:  "We’re kind of missing something guys."

ROGUEFORT: "Cohesion?"

EARL GREY: "Teamwork?"

CAPTAIN ICE: "A general sense of what we’re doing?"

MILLENNIAL TREE: "And Tokumi is not here..."

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "Oh, and that, yeah.''

-

RAI-RAI-KUN: "I am convinced Roguefort & Timekeeper share a brain cell."

LONGAN: "And it’s not in use very often, it seems."

-

WIND ARCHER: "What's the signal when something goes wrong?"

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "You guys yell, 'OH SH*T!'"

TOKUMI: "…That'll have to work..."

-

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "Time for plan G."

CAPTAIN ICE: "Don’t you mean plan B?"

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties."

STRING GUMMY: "What about plan D?"

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago."

ANANAS: "And plan E?"

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "I’m hoping not to use it. Roguefort dies in plan E."

TIMEKEEPER: "I like plan E."

-

EARL GREY: "I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone."

ROGUEFORT: "Mine just says "Roguefort, no.""

EARL GREY: "I want you to apply it to every possible situation."

-

ANANAS: *Out cold on the ground*

EARL GREY: "Oh my god, do you think they’re okay?!"

RAI-RAI-CHAN: *Holding a bucket of ice water* "WHO CARES?!" *DUMPS ALL THE WATER ON ANANAS' FACE* "WAKE UP!"

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EARL GREY: "...You bought a taco?"

TIMEKEEPER: "Yes."

EARL GREY: "...From the same truck that hit Roguefort?!"

TIMEKEEPER: *With a mouthful of taco* "Well, me starving ain't gonna help them."

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RAI-RAI-CHAN: I have an idea.

WIND ARCHER: "...A good idea?"

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "ALRIGHT LET'S NOT GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES-"

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RAI-RAI-KUN: "Who the muk broke the toaster?"

TOKUMI: "It was Rai-rai-Chan."

CAPTAIN ICE: "It was Rai-rai-Chan."

MILLENNIAL TREE: "Rai-rai-Chan broke it..."

RAI-RAI-CHAN: "…YOU THREE PROMISED-"

[jokertrap-ran]

A3! (Act! Addict! Actors!)  EVENT! Dazzling☆Beachside PASSION ( Epilogue: Today’s MVP ):

*Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Name will remain as my normal ( ラン )

Episode 1/ Episode 2/ Episode 3 /Episode 4/Episode 5 / Episode 6/ Episode 7/ Episode 8/ Episode 9/ Episode 10/ Epilogue A3! Master-list

Kazunari: Taksー! How’s the fire going?

Tasuku: It might be better to add a little more charcoal.

Juza: I’ll go get them.

Ran: Would it be better to fan it too?

Muku: I’ll help you too!

Tasuku: Yeah, I’ll be relying on you.

Omi: But still, I never thought that he’d lend us a barbeque set as thanks for the business prospering.

Kazunari: We even got extra food! The owner’s really way too generous~!

Omi: He said that we really did help him out.

Citron: I’m glad that we managed to be f help to the ownerー! I’m elated!

Tasuku: I guess the fire should be alright like this. I think it’ll be alright to grill the food right about now.

Ran: Got it! Then let’s grill it.

Juza: ...I want to eat meat.

Omi: Haha, your nutrition intake will be unbalanced if you just eat meat and not vegetables.

Citron: Phewー! Drinking rice wine in such a hot weather is delicious~!

Kazunari: Ohー! Ron-ron, why are you drinking first all by yourself~!? Moreover, you’re drinking rice wine!!

Citron: I couldn’t hold back!

Kazunari: Omimi, Hyodoru, look over here~!

Kazunari: Yay! I took one with the combination of the autumn sea and the sunset in the background~!

Muku: Whoa, what a really cool picture!

Kazunari: This was taken really well, right? I might be able to get in 1000 likes in seconds if I put this up!?

Citron: I’ll take one for you too, Kazu! Lend me your smartphone dayo.

Kazunari: The absolute handsome person in 3D!

Citron: Takingー! Incoming, Citron’s app, click!

Kazunari: Wait, no way!?

Ran: Ahaha, Citron’s do-up made him have a really great face!

Ran: Alright, the food should be done grilling now...does everyone have their drinks?

Citron: Perfefctly!

Kazunari: Preparations, OK!

Ran: Thenーー

Juza: ...Could I take a moment?

Ran: Hm? What’s the matter, Juza-kun?

Juza: I’ve caused a lot of inconveniences today...so I apologise for it. And also...thank you very much.

Muku: Ju-chan...

Omi: There, there, don’t worry about it.

Kazunari: Right, right! Thanks to Hyodoru and Muk-kun, the customers were all really elated too♪

Tasuku: Then let’s have Hyodo start saying cheers since we might as well do it.

Juza: Eh.

Ran: That’s right! As the representative of today’s MVP!

Citron: Hurry up and say cheers!

Juza: ...Then...cheers.

Members: Cheersー!!

Kaunari: Mmn! Eating after a hard day’s work is really the best! The taste of Omimi’s food is really way too delicious too!

Ran: Yup! It was really exquisitely grilled!

Omi: Haha, thanks. I grilled some Shitake Mushrooms too. Director, here.

Ran: Thanks! It seems like the eggplant over here’s done too. Omi-kun and Tasuku-kun, here!

Tasuku: Yeah. Thanks.

Kazunari: Hey, hey! Isn’t it a little unfair to only include the two of yourself!? I want to go Ah~n with director-chan too!

Citron: Unfair! I want to do it too!

Ran: We aren’t doing anything like that!

Juza: Muku, do you have enough meat? Eat these to.

Muku: Okay, thanks, Ju-chan!

Muku: Zzz, zzz...

Citron: ...Snore, snore.

Kazunari: Mmn...

Ran: Everyone has surprisingly fallen asleep...

Tasuku: Considering how active they got, of course they would fall asleep.

Ran:  Ahaha, It’ll be great if Omi-kun and Juza-kun both make it safely to the dormitory too.

Tasuku: They’ll probably be alright even if they’re tired. I mean, they’re both people who have more stamina than everyone else.

Ran: That’s true.

Ran: Thank you very much for taking us today, Tasuku-kun. It was really fun.

Tasuku: I thought that it was all too troublesome at first but...honestly, it really wasn’t that bad.

Ran: I’m glad to hear that. Let’s come here together again next year!

Tasuku: Well...I’ll think about it.

[jokertrap-ran]

A3! (Act! Addict! Actors!)  EVENT! Dazzling☆Beachside PASSION (Episode 7):

*Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Name will remain as my normal ( ラン )

Episode 1/ Episode 2/ Episode 3 /Episode 4/Episode 5 / Episode 6/ Episode 7/ Episode 8/ Episode 9/ Episode 10/ Epilogue A3! Master-list

Citron: Welcome~!

Muku: So it’ll be Yakisoba and an Orange Juice, right? I’ll bring them to you right away!

Ran: It’s become busy again! If this is the case, then��ー

???: Oi, Oi, aren’t you guys stealing quite a good lot of customers hereー?

Ran: Eh?

Citron: Ohー! That blond-haired brother was trying to draw customers to their side earlier.

Karasuma: I’m called Karamasu, not a blond-haired brother.

Karasuma: This is troubling~ We were the ones who first started a Street ACT earlier though, no?

Omi: Well, even if you say that...we’re also running a business here.

Karasuma: What are you blabbering about when you’re the one who has the nerve to be stealing customers from others?

Tasuku: We aren’t really stealing them. We’re just attracting customers with our plays.

Karasuma: Haa!? Damn it, how offending.

Karasuma: Since it’s come to this, let’s battle it out with an Etude battle!

Muku: Eh!? Tasuku-san brought up the topic about Etude battles earlier...

Karasuma: It’ll be a 6-man team battle. The winner will take all the customers. And the loser will close up the store immediately and suspend business for a week.

Ran: Ehh!? D-Don’t just go deciding that all by yourselfーー!

Kazunari: Even though it’s the super busy business period since we’re in the middle of summer vacation!?

Karasuma: We don’t need 2 beach houses here either! Or could it be that...you’re scared?

Karasuma: That’s it, isn’t it? Because there’s no way that you guys would be able to beat us either?

Ran: ……!

Tasuku: What did you say…!?

Omi: If you’re taking things that farー...we have no choice but to do it seeing as how the bets are that high.

Omi: Oh course, we’ll have to confirm with the owner beforehand first.

Juza: …I’ll accept and stand my ground.

Kazunari: I don’t know if you’re going to regret it later, okay~!? We’ll surely be the winners!

Muku: I-I’ll do my best too…!

Citron: We won’t lose! Let’s have a me-me-mo-mo battle!

Kazunari: Ron-ron, even though you’re making sounds that a cow or a goat or something would make, I think you meant a fair and square battle!

Karasuma: For crying out loud, are you messing with me!?

Karasuma: Anyway, it’s decided then!

Ran: We’ve somehow gotten caught up in the flow of things and ended up accepting it...

Omi: Well, the owner had told me to win and get lots of customers too.

Omi: The owner has actually seen our plays before. He said that we would definitely win seeing as it was us.

Kazunari: Owner-san…! He’s a really really great personー!

Tasuku: Moreover, people will gather if we’re having an Etude battle. It might also pose as a good opportunity to advertise the company.

Ran: That seems possibly true.

Juza: We can’t lose no matter what...

Citron: I definitely don’t want to lose!

Kazunari: Yup, yup! We’ll make them whine in loss!

Ran: Yup, that’s right. Okay, let’s do our best for the owner-san who believed in us too!

Tasuku: Then, what are we going to do with the teams?

Ran: Hmm, since the customers seem to be youthsーー

Juza: If the teams are going to be made up of 6 people, that mean’s the casting will be...

Muku: …...

Kazunari: ...Muk-kun?

Muku: ーー! Muku: Oh, err, there’s still some time before the appointed time. I’ll go research a little on the customers!

Citron: Muku!?

Ran: Oh, Muku-kun, wait!

Omi: Ah, ahh.

Juza: …...