#Porsche Ice Experience

[diagnozabam]

Porsche Taycan GTS stabilește un nou record Guinness: cel mai lung drift pe gheață cu un vehicul electric

Porsche a reușit o nouă performanță impresionantă cu modelul Taycan GTS, stabilind un record mondial pentru cel mai lung drift continuu pe gheață cu un vehicul electric. Acest record a fost înregistrat oficial în Guinness World Records și a fost realizat la începutul lunii de instructorul Porsche Experience, Jens Richter. Richter a condus un Taycan GTS pe un circuit de drift special amenajat în���

[gasoline-in-my-blood]

🔥intro post🔥

♡ Who am I?

You can call me Porsche. It's just a nickname that I go by on this blog. I'm a 21 y/o girlie. I enjoy drawing, crafting, singing, ice skating, watching anime and more.

♡ What is this blog for?

I made this blog to talk about my experiences as an objectum (vehium to be exact) and connect with like-minded people. In my case, I'm attracted to cars.

♡ My love

While I enjoy a whole bunch of sexy cars, one specific car owns my heart. And that's the audi rs6.

I am not only sexually, but also romantically attracted to him.

♡ DNI

Anti para, anti kink, anti ship, racists, sexists, homophobes. I think you get it. This is a safe place for everyone that doesn't cause harm.

If you know me from my main blog, no you don't.

[verynormalaboutkinnporsche]

E5 Scene 4 - Dad of the Year

Porsche and Kinn get home. Kinn is immediately called on the carpet. Just in case he is under the impression that he is not in a huge amount of trouble, he gets an escort from Chan, and the game table has been set up in the middle of a path that goes right across the pool.

You are on thin fucking ice, kid. Metaphorically.

"We don't use the word 'play' in a war." Ouch. A couple of pointed questions are all it takes for Kinn to 'fess up that he has been ignoring work today and why.

"As a boss, I'm supposed to take care of him, aren't I?" This is kinda sad. His instincts are in the right place here, but he doesn't have a lot of practical experience at taking care of people.

Chan steps in with the report that what happened was Porsche's own fault for being careless, and Korn with the opinion that Kinn is not being even-handed with respect to his people. He checkmates Kinn (it's been like four moves at this point?) and advises him to keep an eye on "the bigger picture" rather than just one piece, which might cost them a lot--like last time.

This is one of a few moments across the season where we see Kinn visibly upset; especially when talking to his dad, his expressions tend to be controlled. He is in a no-win situation here, and it's largely his own fault. If he sides with Porsche, he's endangering Porsche further and potentially putting the family at risk. If he doesn't, Porsche is going to be hurt some more.

Porsche has been doing well at the game so far, winning over quite a few of Korn's pieces. This is the countermove. Typical for Korn, he's using Kinn to do it, trying to break the connections Porsche has been forging while appearing to be uninvolved himself.

Message received; Porsche will be punished. Kinn is not off the hook, but has to sit through at least one more chess game to drive the point home.

What we learned:

Korn has a strong sense of theater

A previous error on Kinn's part cost the family a lot; Korn uses this ammunition against him freely and effectively

In a contrast with Kim, Kinn does seem to trust their father

Kinn is either terrible at chess or really distracted (or my pet theory, he loses these games on purpose to get them over with; even someone who isn't very good at it can make a game last longer than that one)

[kat8porgs]

Kinn Theerapanyakul: Bad Touch Cinematic Universe

A series of fics written by @queerebrum and @kat8porgs

All warnings will be listed in the tags on AO3, this series is quite dark with dub-con, non-con, underage, incest, & infidelity.

A First Time Shouldn't Hurt by @kat8porgs Rated E Gunn/Kinn, Kinn/Porchay Kinn makes sure Porchay's first time doesn't hurt. Because his did.

sen(TIME)mental by @queerebrum Rated E Kinn/Vegas, Pete/Vegas “I have something very important to ask of you, Pete.” Kinn said, handing the glass across the couch. The Beginning and the End.

First Time, Last Time by @queerebrum Rated E Kinn/OMC, Kinn/Kim Kinn’s frustration, fear, and worry peaks just before Kim stops, turning back towards him. Their eyes lock for just long enough to ease Kinn’s worries. “Thanks, Kinn.” “Of course.” Kinn replied, his plans settling into his mind. Kim comes back different. Kinn sets an example for him.

The Last Time by @queerebrum Rated M Gun/Kinn And in those moments, curled up in bed, body throbbing, eyes burning with tears he wouldn't let himself shed even in the privacy of his own bedroom, he’d begun the slow, deliberate planning of the day he would kill his uncle. But first, he had to take everything that mattered from Gun. Avunculicide.

A First Time Can Be Shared by @kat8porgs Rated E Porsche/Kinn/Macau Porsche is angry with Kinn for sleeping with Porchay. Kinn gives him something special to make up for it.

Something Unpredictable by @queerebrum & @kat8porgs Rated E Porchay/Macau, Porchay/Macau/Kim, Past Kinn/Kim, Past Porchay/Kim, Past Porchay/Kinn, Past Macau/Kinn “So…let me get this straight.” Macau sat across from Kinn in his sitting room, his legs thrown over Porchay’s lap. “Kim; as in, Kimhant Theerapanyakul, the ice prince of this family, is who you want us to seduce?” Kim falls for Macau and Porchay, which was Kinn's plan all along.

I'll Be Waiting (time after time) by @queerebrum Rated E Kinn/Kim, minor Kim/Macau/Porchay Kim was halfway dressed before he had actually made a decision to be, and waited until he’d closed the door to the bedroom before pressing call. Kim figures it out

the time is now (the night is young) by @queerebrum & @kat8porgs Rated E After I'll Be Waiting, Kim, Macau and Porchay talk about their past sexual experiences. They fuck too, but that's the best time to talk, right?

a shadow left behind by @queerebrum & @kat8porgs Rated E Vegas/Pete “You ruined my plans, Pete.” Vegas closed the distance between them, holding the jumper cables in each hand, tapping them together just to watch sparks dance. “And the worst part is you did it for him.” Pete has been there since the beginning. But maybe that means he, better than anyone else, can see that mistakes -- oh so many mistakes -- were made on all sides.

Tempered by Time by @queerebrum & @kat8porgs Rated E Vegas/Pete, Kinn/Porsche, Kinn/Porsche/Vegas, past Kinn/Vegas, The only part of the experience that felt real was Pete’s warm hand on the small of his back, grounding him in time and place. “Why?” He asked. “Why are we here?” “Fantastic question.” Kinn’s voice was sharp enough to knock Vegas back into his body. “Why are they here?” A setup

[seraphfighter]

Unusual Muse Associations

Thanks for the tag, @ladykatie512! 💕 This was fun!

Of course, I'm doing this for Valerie

Seasoning: Chili powder (she likes her food spicy) 🌶️

Weather: A warm (not too hot), breezy day

Color: Red

Sky: Cloudy and overcast with the sun barely peeking through the clouds

Magical Power: Time travel. There are a lot of things in her life she'd go back and redo if she had the chance.

House Plant: A succulent that was probably gifted to her by Misty. She's terrible about keeping them alive so never gets any herself.

Weapon: Pistols (especially the Malorian whenever she swipes it from Johnny), knives, her mantis blades

Subject: Does art count? She's never been studious; she dropped out of high school before she could graduate.

Social Media: She's not big on social media, preferring to keep her life private, but if she were to have one it'd be an Instagram showing off her photography. 📸

Makeup Product: Eyeliner. She's not big on makeup but she always has simple black liner on.

Candy: Red Hots

Fear: Being helpless. She's been hurt too many times by things she could not control or take charge of herself.

Ice Cube Shape: Crushed, because it's superior.

Method of Long Distance Traveling: She prefers to travel on a motorcycle but knows that's impractical, so it's usually her Thorton Colby. (She loves Johnny's Porsche too, but it's too small for travel and guzzles gas. Johnny disagrees)

Art Style: Street art/grafitti

Mythological Creature: A phoenix. They represent life and death which is fitting for her experiences.

Piece of Stationary: A fun, spiral-bound journal. She fills them with sketches whenever the inspiration strikes.

3 Emojis: 🤘 🚬 💥

Celestial Body: An asteroid. Don't ask why because I really don't know, lol

I think everyone I know has already been tagged, but if you haven't and want to do this I'd love to see it!

[brentrupnow]

Electric Sports Cars: The Future of High-Speed Performance

As the automotive industry pivots toward sustainable solutions, electric vehicles (EVs) are making waves, even in the traditionally gasoline-fueled world of sports cars. The allure of electric sports cars is not merely about eco-friendliness but also about delivering unprecedented performance. Electric sports cars are poised to redefine the future of speed, precision, and automotive innovation.

The Power of Instant Torque

One of the defining features of electric sports cars is their ability to deliver instant torque. Unlike internal combustion engines (ICE) that build power progressively, electric motors generate full torque from the moment you press the accelerator. This translates to lightning-quick acceleration, propelling many electric sports cars into supercar territory.

The Tesla Roadster is a prime example of this phenomenon. With its claims of a 0-60 mph time of under 2 seconds, it showcases the jaw-dropping capabilities of electric powertrains. The Rimac Nevera, another electric hypercar, takes this a step further with a top speed of 258 mph, demonstrating that electric vehicles can not only match but surpass the speed of traditional gasoline-powered cars.

Advanced Aerodynamics and Design

Electric sports cars aren’t just about straight-line speed; they are engineered for superior handling and performance on the road and track. Their design is often centered around maximizing aerodynamic efficiency, which contributes to both their speed and range. The sleek, low-slung bodies of cars like the Porsche Taycan or the Audi e-tron GT are designed to minimize drag, allowing them to slice through the air with minimal resistance.

Additionally, electric vehicles benefit from superior weight distribution due to their battery placement. With most electric sports cars placing heavy battery packs low in the chassis, they achieve a low center of gravity, enhancing stability and handling. This not only improves cornering at high speeds but also makes the driving experience smoother and more responsive.

Overcoming Range Anxiety

A common concern with electric sports cars is range anxiety—the fear that the battery will deplete too quickly during spirited driving or long road trips. However, advances in battery technology are steadily improving range, allowing electric sports cars to be driven hard without the worry of running out of juice too soon.

For instance, the Lucid Air, while marketed as a luxury sedan, offers performance that rivals many sports cars and delivers over 500 miles on a single charge. Fast-charging networks are also expanding globally, enabling drivers to recharge their vehicles in minutes rather than hours. In the near future, these improvements in infrastructure will make long-distance driving in electric sports cars more practical.

Electric Sports Cars on the Track

Electric sports cars aren’t just impressive on the road—they’re also making their mark on the racetrack. Formula E, the all-electric counterpart to Formula 1, is gaining popularity, and automakers are taking lessons from these high-performance electric racing cars and applying them to consumer models. Electric vehicles have been performing exceptionally well in races due to their torque and instant acceleration, and as technology improves, more electric sports cars are expected to dominate on the track.

The Future of High-Speed Performance

The future of electric sports cars is incredibly promising. As automakers continue to invest in electric technology, we can expect to see even more innovations in this space. Brands that are synonymous with performance, such as Ferrari and Lamborghini, are working on hybrid and fully electric models, ensuring that the thrill of driving remains intact in an electric future.

Moreover, the integration of autonomous driving features is likely to add another layer of sophistication to electric sports cars. Imagine a future where you can let your car drive you in comfort on the highway and then take full control on a winding mountain road, harnessing the raw power of an electric motor to carve through corners.

Conclusion

Electric sports cars represent the cutting edge of automotive performance. With their combination of instant torque, advanced design, and increasing range, they are proving that electric powertrains can be just as thrilling as their gasoline-powered counterparts. As the world moves towards sustainability, electric sports cars will continue to evolve, offering a new vision for high-speed performance that balances exhilaration with environmental responsibility.

[501035845]

Blog Post 1

In today’s digital world, social media is a powerful tool for both individuals and businesses to connect with their audiences and share their stories. Two recent Porsche Twitter posts show how social media can help build a brand and engage people. One post highlights Porsche’s participation in the 8 Hours of Bahrain race, while the other promotes the Porsche Ice Experience Canada. These posts are great examples of a social media best practice: knowing your audience and creating content that matches their interests. They also show the idea of self-branding.

Self-branding is about marketing yourself online by showcasing your unique skills, experiences, and passions. Originally popular in the tech and business world, self-branding is now something anyone can use to build their online presence. The Porsche posts demonstrate self-branding well. The first post focuses on high-performance racing, reflecting Porsche’s values of precision and excellence. The second post, about ice driving, highlights the brand’s adventurous and exclusive side. Both posts help strengthen Porsche’s brand image while appealing to its target audience.

A key part of self-branding is being consistent. Your message, tone, and style should be the same across all platforms, showing a clear and unified identity. This connects to the idea of Erving Goffman, who said we present ourselves differently depending on who we are speaking to. On social media, this means shaping your image based on the platform and audience, while still being true to who you are.

Whether you’re promoting a luxury car or building your personal brand, the key to social media success is aligning your message with your values and connecting with your audience in an authentic way.

[yusthanfix]

Autonomous Vehicles and the Future of Personal Transportation

A century of fantasy and imagination has led to the dream of a car that can fly. And now, it seems that that dream may become a reality.

Electric cars, meanwhile, are coming down the cost curve and competing with traditional internal combustion engine vehicles (ICE) on a total cost of ownership basis in more and more places. These changes, coupled with the ongoing technological revolution of autonomous vehicles, could have profound implications for personal transportation in the future.

Autonomous Vehicles and the Future of Personal Transportation As a result of their connectedness, autonomous vehicles could be used to transport people from one place to another with minimal human intervention. Driverless cars would communicate with other cars and with infrastructure, including roads, to ensure safety and to coordinate traffic flow. This type of technology could help reduce the amount of traffic and pollution created by road transport and could make personal transportation a service, similar to taxis, Uber/Lyft or good old-fashioned mass transit.

These new models of autonomous vehicles might also be able to transport passengers information technology website in small groups or pods. Currently, there are some models that can carry two or three passengers, and some companies are experimenting with small and affordable urban pods.

In addition, there are a number of companies that have invested in the development of flying cars. For example, Lilium, Volocopter, Ehang and Vertical Aerospace all make eVTOL flying cars that can be operated without a pilot’s license or air traffic control.

They’re designed to be very lightweight, and they don’t produce any emissions. Some have even incorporated solar panels to generate electricity on the roofs of their flying cars.

The upcoming world of flying vehicles can also have significant environmental benefits, as they will reduce the amount of energy used by transporting people and goods by road and air. They will also require fewer airports and bridges to connect them to their destinations. This could cut down on the amount of wood that is used in building those structures, and it would eliminate some of the air traffic-control problems that are caused by transporting people by aircraft.

While flying cars have a long way to go before becoming viable commercially, they are techgiant website still a fascinating prospect for the future. They could transform the way we think about personal transport and open up a whole host of new opportunities for innovation and development in aviation.

Several companies are working on developing flying vehicles, including Porsche and Boeing. Other companies that have invested in eVTOL technologies include Volkswagen and Joby Aviation.

With their ability to travel vertically, these vehicles could make it easier for drivers to avoid obstacles in the road. They could even be able to take off and land on highways, taking the pain out of long drives.

For now, however, there are some technical and regulatory hurdles to overcome before the world of flying vehicles can become reality. It will be a long time before flying cars are commercially available, and they will need to be licensed and certified by authorities. They will also need to be able to handle the weather, which can be unpredictable and dangerous.

[malstermonkey]

Gol(d)f Club

I was going to write about trust -- and how, without it, we are condemned to living wary, self-doubting and endlessly looped lives.

But last night I went out to dinner at my mothers Golf Club and, as a matter of light relief, in the form of anger, I’ll write about that.

This GC is in Cannes -- so there, the scene for smug idiocy is set. Dinner on a beautiful, pine-tree shaded terras (pictured) at a table full of the kind of people where showy wealth needs to exude from every pore as a matter of social currency (the 2 28-yr old macro hedge-fund managers at the far end of the table were unashamedly smoking fat cigars throughout dinner, up-wind of the entire table.........I figured it was likely to be their last roll of the dice as their Fund is about to implode?). Yet, with their very last shred of self-awareness, they recognise that it really is important to show some form of social conscience: so the conversation centred on how Electric Vehicles are more polluting than ICEs -- naturally, when the car park is chockful of Astons, Maseraties, Porsches etc etc a smug justification for poor behaviour is required. It comes in the form of all the materials for the batteries being made out of materials which are mined by slave/child labour................WTF? There wasn’t a shred of shame at the conflation of 2 different streams of thought: climate change and slave labour?? I was left wondering what do poor working conditions add to climate change? While I can make an argument that Human Rights and Climate Change can be seen as being part of the same problem, I’m pretty sure that this crowd of monied, bejeweled and cosmetically enhanced clowns couldn’t even be bothered to muster the mental effort to get there -- instead they’ll happily chastise the EV-driver for supporting slave/child labour whilst they drive their GHG-belching monsters (which, incidentally, contain, in all likelihood, more rare metals mined by those selfsame poor than an EV!) and the world, more rapidly to total annihilation (where they will, likely, experience 1st-hand what it is like to be poor!).......and ignore the fact that once made the EV no longer contributes anything to a worsening world while their ICE-powered are only, at that point, at the very beginning of their destructive journey.

This is the crowd who will extoll the virtues & skills of their cosmetic surgeon over and above eradicating the world of typhus, polio, cholera.

The irony, of course? I was there to raise money for the Fund. I remain a fraud.

I am no better than them. Ahem..............worse.

[celineedcz]

"I feel like you'd be really good at escape rooms. But really annoying with someone just trying to get something past you without noticing." Celine teased him, laughing softly. "So you'd leave me all alone without the best legal counsel in town? You'd hang me up to dry?" Celine spun quickly to look up at him, widening her eyes and pouting up innocently up at the British lawyer. Her bottom lip jutted out to add icing to the cake, looking truly in need of a savior. "It might be a red flag. Like someone saying they don't really listen to music. There's so many emotions to experience when you watch tv and movies. Joy, sadness, anticipation, humor, horror and so on. God, there's just so much I need to show you. Have you seen the Barbie movie?" As they reached his car, he held the door open for her like he always did like a gentleman. It was a tiny touch that got to her, and that she knew only supported his words. "I know." She smiled softly up at him. Celine knew Jeremy was always kind, he never forced her to do anything she was uncomfortable with. He was such a good person. A pang shot through her, feeling guilty that she shouldn't be going on a date with him when he was as good as he was. "Are you going to blindfold me then?" She asked with a wide grin as he joined her in the Porsche.

"Only for those who try to hide the facts. The facts are in the details." He said before laughing a little. "It'd still be a conflict of interest and I could get in serious trouble." The man informed her. Nodding at her words, be pointed at her before speaking. "Again, other ways to fill my time and normally I'm not paying attention if a telly is on." Jeremy pointed out. "I wouldn't classify it as a red flag. Watching a show or a movie is hardly important enough to justify a red flag." He looked down at her as they walked outside and he headed towards his Porsche. "I'm glad you know that." It was important to him that she did. He'd never force her to do anything she didn't want to. "Nope." He opened the car door for her. "I like my surprises." @celineedcz

[itracing]

Special Porsche 911 Begins its Journey of Exploration

For approaching 60 years, the Porsche 911 has been pushed to extremes on both the track and on the open road. Now, a fresh chapter is being written; a unique pair of experimental 911 sports cars are being tested where there are no roads, where the air is thin, where the temperature is far below freezing and even plant life can’t survive.

A team, led by endurance racer and adventurer Romain Dumas, has set out to explore the limits of the 911 and have opted for one of the toughest places on earth in which to begin the adventure – on the slopes of Ojos del Salado, Chile, the highest volcano in the world.

The first test of the team and the cars has taken place. And, as a consequence, a Porsche 911 became one of very few vehicles of any kind to have ever reached such an extreme altitude.

Exploring up to 6,007 meters (19,708 feet), the 911, with Romain Dumas at the wheel, took on bolder strewn gradients as well as ice fields that tested the abilities of both the car and the team in temperatures hovering 30 degrees Celsius below freezing and with half the available oxygen in the air compared to at sea level. Impassable walls of seasonal snow and ice high up near the summit provided the upper limits of the test, which provided a tantalizing glimpse of what the cars are capable of in the right conditions. For now though, the test is complete – and the team elated by the experience.

[saturnscode]

PART 1: The Meeting

The wedding is in Santa Monica.

It’s summer and the reception will take place at the beach because Porsche loves the beach and well, Kinn loves Porsche.

Porchay has been in the States a couple of times now and the experience it’s almost the same every time: stressful. It’s not that he doesn’t like the country, Chay is just unlucky. He always ends up getting lost or losing stuff because he doesn’t do well under pressure and Los Angeles can be pretty chaotic.

This time, Chay was stuck in traffic for almost three hours. It almost made him regret turning down his brother’s offer of picking him up from the airport. And there he was, in a random street in Burbank near a Holiday Inn, trying to remember how to get to the restaurants he remembers visiting with his brother the last time he came here almost eighteen months ago.

So he walks, with his suitcase rolling behind him and his headphones hanging on his shoulders. He sees a coffee shop right at the corner, some tables outside, and glasses as walls so one can see everything even passing by. Porchay stands right at the entrance thinking if he had time enough to eat something before Porsche starts freaking out.

He shrugs and walks in.

The smell of freshly baked bread hits him right on his face and he smiles, pulling his face mask down, not that he needed it but he was so used to it now, it has almost become an accessory, especially when he comes from spending almost an entire day in a plane and he looks like shit. Chay takes a look at the pastries and the coffee options on the banner and walks to the cashier. Porchay clears his throat and practices his order in his head.

Another reason for Chay to be stressed the second he puts a foot in the States: is his English.

It’s not that bad but his accent is too strong and he rather never speaks again than have to repeat himself. So he ignores his sweaty hands and asks for a croissant and an iced latte. He lets all the air in his lungs out and pats himself on the shoulder. He’s 23 for fuck’s sake, this kind of thing shouldn’t be so hard. 

After paying for his order, Porchay turns around to go sit on one of those tables outside, when he sees him in. He’s looking at his phone as he opens the door. And Chay stays there, looking at him with his mouth slightly open and holding his breath like somehow, that would make him imperceptible.

The most important reason for Chay to dislike coming here: is the possibility of bumping into Kimhan Theerapanyakul.

Porchay hasn’t seen Kim for about three years, since they broke up. Looking at him right now he seems unreachable. He’s wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark blue jeans. He has his hair tied in a mini ponytail with some strains falling on his face. Porchay’s heart aches at the sight.

He can see it too, the shift in the atmosphere inside the coffee shop, he can see people moving around their sits and turning heads, he can hear the people gasping and he can hear the whispers. They know who he is, damn, the whole world knows who he is.

And that’s exactly the reason Kim broke up with him, to come to America and make everyone know his name. And he made it, within six months after he left a broken 20-year-old crying in the lobby of his apartment complex as he was leaving for the airport. Chay remembers it like it was yesterday, and even though he was sure he moved on, even when he thought he was ready to see him and even talk to him, to be civil for both of their brothers, having him right in front of him, he feels the pain all over again.

Suddenly, he can’t breathe.

He tries to slide by his side without him noticing but at the same moment, Kim lifts up his eyes and they meet for the first time in three years and seven weeks. Even if Chay tries to deny it, he has that day engraved on his mind.

‘At least he looks surprised’Porchay thinks to himself when he sees Kim licking his lips, tilting his head to the side, convincing himself that the person in front of him is actually Porchay Kittisawasd. Chay looks at his shoes, scratching the back of his neck letting a sigh out before looking at him once again, preparing himself to say something like‘hello’or‘it’s been a while’.

But when he finally has worked up the courage, a beautiful girl comes in. Golden brown skin, like the sun itself, came down to place gentle kisses all over here, her straight black hair almost reaching her waist, and even when Chay couldn’t see her eyes because of the shades she was wearing, he best they were as beautiful as the rest of her.

She calls Kim‘babe’and grabs his arm with familiarity.

Chay nods. Of course, he has someone, it’s been three years already, and he’s not a stupid kid like him.

And the thing is since Porsche told him they were getting married in The States, Porchay has been preparing himself, he’s been talking at his reflection in the mirror, he’s been studying articles and reading books about how to appear unaffected by the person who hurts you the most.

And he was ready but he had one scene in his mind: the beach house at dinner tomorrow night, with his brother by his side and Macau behind him. He would have his support system and a fake smile on his face, everything was supposed to go smoothly, but right now? He’s defenseless. He’s tired and anxious so the only thing he can do is escape.

So he does, he apologizes under his breath avoiding both of the pair of eyes of the people in front of him, takes his suitcase and exists the place, ignoring the barista calling him with his order, he just walks out of the street like he has an idea where he’s going.

He feels dumb, so fucking stupid. He’s acting like the eighteen-year-old teenage boy that Kimhan met for the first time at the music festival back home and not the man he’s been trying too hard to become not only for his brother but for Porchay himself.

They’ve been apart longer than they’ve been together. And what hurts, even more, is that the memories of the two years that they were together that Chay has had secured and kept safe, hiding in the most recondite corner of his heart may mean nothing but a few silly and tender pieces of the life in Bangkok that Kimhan left behind.

And nothing makes sense, not the life Porchay has been living, studying business even though he hates it, not the bunch of failed dates he forced himself to go to or the club nights Macau dragged him with. The only thing that makes sense right now is that he doesn’t know where he’s standing so he pulls out his phone from his pocket and calls Porsche.

“Finally!” he hears his brother on the end of the line, “it’s been hours, Chay! Did you arrive well?”

Porchay smiles. His hia’s voice always manages to calm him down.

“Yes, hia,” he says, catching his breath, “it’s been a couple of hours now…”

Chay manages to find a bench and sits there. He looks around, trying to find the street's name or something to help him locate himself but his mind is nowhere and everywhere at the same time. He’s here but he’s also still back at that coffee shop locking eyes with Kim, getting his breath taken by him like he has since he first met him.

He was also stuck in that lobby, three years ago.

“Where are you?” Porsche asks, slightly alarmed. “Do you want me to pick you up?”

He puts the call on speaker and lets a sigh out. Porchay forces his brain to think and searches for the nearest mall.

“I’m fine, hia!” Porchay laughs, to calm both his brother and himself. “Do you remember that restaurant you brought me last time in Burbank?” he asks, starting to walk at the mall when he finds one close enough to get there by foot.

“Yes, are you there?”

“No, I’m at the mall near the restaurant.” He says, finally seeing the mall in the distance.

“Ok, I’m coming to you, wait for me!” Porchay can hear his brother grabbing keys and running out of the house.

“Mmhm,” Chay mumbles. “Call me when you get here.”

He’s ready to end the call when he hears his brother's voice calling for him one more time.

“Chay?” Porsche says and Chay stops his steps.

“Yes, hia?” he asks and for a second, he worries.

Does he know? Did Kim text him or call him when he got out of the coffee shop? Does he know Porchay is lying, that he is constantly lying to keep him from worrying? Has he finally figured it all out? This charade that he created for himself and his family to keep the peace?

Because that’s what was needed back then. When Kim left and Chay got his heart broken, their family took sides, Kinn was the only one to guard Kim, help him move, connected him to people, and supported him even when Kim refused, he sheltered him from the drama and the criticism within the family and kept everything inside and far away from the public.

That took a toll on his relationship with Porsche. Because in Chay’s case, he made himself understand Kim or the closest he could get to it, but his older brother, that was another story. Porsche was furious and Kinn spend a lot of his time and effort to keep him from flying across the world only to kick Kimhan’s ass.

Porchay was grateful to Kinn, for taking care of both his brother and Kim, for making sure they were okay and they were loved and even when he avoided his eyes or looked down every time he was near back when he was working on picking up the pieces of who he used to be, he knew Kinn felt sorry for him, he knew he loved him in his own way and that was enough for him. That was exactly what he needed at that time.

“I’ve missed you, kid.” Porsche finally says and Chay can hear the smile in his voice and lets out a relieved sigh.

“It’s only been two months since the last time we saw each other, hia,” he says fondly.

“Two months it’s too long!” Porsche laughs and Porchay does as well.

“I’ve missed you too, hia.” He says, entering the mall with a phantom smile.

But the smile fades away as quickly as it came because he suddenly realized that he’s been missing Kim too. All this time, he’s only been missing him.

[screamingharpy]

Get the boy that I love back

Get married ✅

Have a paint fight

Visit Disneyworld

Visit Ireland

Have a whipped cream fight

Go on a cruise

Use a Ouija board

Play hide and seek in a foam pit

Move out of jersey✅

Go outdoor rock climbing

Visit London

Buy my first home✅

Get a rib cage tattoo

Learn to cook✅

Drive a Porsche

Have a hammock

get a perry the platypus tattoo

take a bubble bath with him

go to mardi gras

visit Scotland

have a cat named Tobi

have a husky

pole dance

tell everyone what you really think about them

make a relationship work✅

try sushi✅

see a Broadway play.

Name my child after a Disney character

Stay naked for an entire day

Go to Asbury park zombie walk

Go to zombie prom

Go skinny dipping

Ride a motorcycle

Participate in a gay pride parade

Have sex on a water bed

Compete in a golf tournament✅

Swim in every ocean

Learn to backward skate

Experience 0 gravity

Go to Vegas

Road trip to Alaska through Canada

Learn a whole song on piano

Spend the night in a haunted mansion

Try real Japanese ramen✅

Be in a flash mob

Cosplay

Go to blizzcon

Go to comiccon

Graduate/finish college✅

Pay off college debt✅

Fly in a plane✅

Meet selena gomez

Visit NYC

Be fluent in sign language

Try deep fried ice cream

Let go of floating laterns

Go kayaking with the one I love

Have “mermaid hair”

Have a 50th wedding anniversary

Get tan

Have a heated in ground pool

Have a pool party.

Become a suicide girl

Get a disney tattoo

Learn to surf

Take a trapeze class

Ride the worlds fastest roller coaster

Get rid of the negativity in my life

Receive my Hogwarts acceptance letter

Get a UV tattoo

Visit every location in Weird New Jersey

Have spiral stairs in my house/apartment

Where my mommoms wedding dress✅

Become a forensic scientist

Lose 20lbs

Camp out on the beach

Have a mud fight

Slow dance in the rain

Receive a dozen red roses

Try different foods

Hold up a free hug sign

Become a vegetarian

Swim with dolphins

Swim with sea turtles

Have rainbow hair

Go parasailing

Live to meet my grandchildren

Take a homeless person out to dinner

Read to children in the hospital with cancer

Donate my hair to find the cure for cancer

Have a big family

Grow old with the man I love

Go to a disco club

See a tornado✅

Have a pet fox

Own a horse

See gay marriage legalized every where

Go zip lining

Shoot a gun✅

Go to Hollywood✅

Attend a gay wedding

Be on tv

Think about going paintballing???

Play laser tag

Play laser tag drunk.

My Bucket List

1.    Get the boy that I love back 2.    Get married 3.    Have a paint fight 4.    Visit Disneyworld 5.    Visit Ireland 6.    Have a whipped cream fight 7.    Go on a cruise 8.    Use a Ouija board 9.    Play hide and seek in a foam pit 10.    Move out of jersey 11.    Go outdoor rock climbing 12.    Visit London 13.    Buy my first home 14.    Get a rib cage tattoo 15.    Learn to cook 16.    Drive a Porsche 17.    Have a hammock 18.    get a perry the platypus tattoo 19.    take a bubble bath with him 20.    go to mardi gras 21.    visit Scotland 22.    have a cat named Tobi 23.    have a husky 24.    pole dance 25.    tell everyone what you really think about them 26.    make a relationship work 27.    try sushi 28.    see a Broadway play. 29.    Name my child after a Disney character 30.    Stay naked for an entire day 31.    Go to Asbury park zombie walk 32.    Go to zombie prom 33.    Go skinny dipping 34.    Ride a motorcycle 35.    Participate in a gay pride parade 36.    Have sex on a water bed 37.    Compete in a golf tournament 38.    Swim in every ocean 39.    Learn to backward skate 40.    Experience 0 gravity 41.    Go to Vegas 42.    Road trip to Alaska through Canada 43.    Learn a whole song on piano 44.    Spend the night in a haunted mansion 45.    Try real Japanese ramen 46.    Be in a flash mob 47.    Cosplay 48.    Go to blizzcon 49.    Go to comiccon 50. Graduate/finish college 51. Pay off college debt 52.  Fly in a plane 53. Meet selena gomez 54. Visit NYC 55.  Be fluent in sign language 56. Try deep fried ice cream 57. Let go of floating laterns 58. Go kayaking with the one I love 59. Have “mermaid hair” 60.  Have a 50th wedding anniversary 61. Get tan 62.  Have a heated in ground pool 63. Have a pool party. 64. Become a suicide girl 65. Get a disney tattoo 66.  Learn to surf 67. Take a trapeze class 68. Ride the worlds fastest roller coaster 69. Get rid of the negativity in my life 70. Receive my Hogwarts acceptance letter 71. Get a UV tattoo 72. Visit every location in Weird New Jersey 73. Have spiral stairs in my house/apartment 74. Where my mommoms wedding dress 75. Become a forensic scientist 76. Lose 20lbs 77. Camp out on the beach 78. Have a mud fight 79. Slow dance in the rain 80. Receive a dozen red roses 81. Try different foods 82. Hold up a free hug sign 83. Become a vegetarian 84. Swim with dolphins 85. Swim with sea turtles 86. Have rainbow hair 87. Go parasailing 88. Live to meet my grandchildren 89. Take a homeless person out to dinner 90. Read to children in the hospital with cancer 91. Donate my hair to find the cure for cancer 92. Have a big family 93. Grow old with the man I love 94. Go to a disco club 95. See a tornado 96. Have a pet fox 97. Own a horse 98. See gay marriage legalized every where 99. Go zip lining 100. Shoot a gun 101. Go to Hollywood 102. Attend a gay wedding 103. Be on tv 104. Think about going paintballing??? 105. Play laser tag 106. Play laser tag drunk.

[luckydragon10]

I posted 1,560 times in 2022

That's 1,486 more posts than 2021!

287 posts created (18%)

1,273 posts reblogged (82%)

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I tagged 1,547 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#kinnporsche - 1,128 posts

#kinnporsche meta - 378 posts

#damn good meta - 306 posts

#you're so queue'd - 264 posts

#kinnporsche fanfic - 210 posts

#kinn theerapanyakul - 175 posts

#porsche kittisawat - 164 posts

#fanart - 119 posts

#kinnporsche fanart - 103 posts

#nemi answers - 92 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#let me just go off and work on the hanwenzhou fanfic i have in progress to keep feeding you reasons to love these three ridiculous men

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

NGL, I high-key need Kinn to be nervous as hell over the thought of meeting Chay.

Because,

It will be the funniest shit to see Big Bad Mushy Mafia Boss desperate for the approval of the gentlest, squishiest boy in the show.

Kinn legit should be nervous after all the crap he put Porsche through, regardless of whether Chay knows about any of it.

And Chay is one of Porsche's only remaining family members and literally the only family member who matters.

329 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#4

How Porsche disarmed Big...

...and almost got away with it.

Some great discourse got me revved up about the fight choreography so far in KinnPorsche, so guess what? META TIME.

We know Porsche is a Taekwondo champion, though from what has been shown so far, he's generally NOT leading with his Taekwondo skills but rather with his street fighting skills. I say this as someone who has practiced Taekwondo. It's there, and I can see it in certain moments, but it's like it's buried in boxing and brawling moves.

I saw one especially big exception. Or should I say, exception for Big? (Haha. Get it?)

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442 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

#3

Kim and Isolation

There's a lot of rage at Kim going around right now (ep 11 of KinnPorsche). And I'm the kind of person who sees everyone swimming in one direction, and it makes me want to swim the other way.

So I started thinking about Kim and trying to get in his head. I put on my writer hat and examined him from a character perspective and a narrative perspective.

What I came up with is that Kim is isolated as fuck.

Isolation as an Overall Theme

Isolation is a common and useful narrative theme for love stories because it sets up a reversal — the change from isolation to togetherness.

In KinnPorsche, each of the six main characters in the pairings experiences isolation in some way, and to varying degrees.

Kinn experiences the isolation that comes with all the unique pressures that he faces as the heir to the mafia empire.

Porsche, normally very gregarious and social, experiences isolation in his early days as a bodyguard — even with Pete's initial support, he's largely on his own.

Vegas, like Kinn, is an heir and has a family situation that isolates him, and he has a warped perception of the world and people around him. (Macau may be the only exception for him, though we're missing a lot of background and development there.)

Pete experiences isolation paired with vulnerability in his captivity.

Porchay experiences isolation in his family situation, with a deadbeat uncle and a brother who ran off to join the circus mafia.

Kim experiences isolation in his home, in his work as a solo artist, and in his investigation.

Kim "No Man Is Island Except Me" Theerapanyakul

Of the characters, Kim is the only one whose isolation is self-imposed. He's a unique story element in that way.

He's also the only character for whom we've heard inner thoughts (ep 5), because:

We as the audience need to understand those thoughts.

There is no one with whom he would share them aloud.

Narratively, the writers/directors got stuck in a position where they needed to add the "inner thoughts voiceover" trope solely for him, and only in that one place, because of how dramatically isolated he is.

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800 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

#2

About Kim's polaroid collection

It was easy for me to miss the first time around, but...

Chay was hiding those polaroid pics for Kim to find at random moments.

Each picture was left as a gift.

This particular one was hiding in the guitar strings.

The rest of them in the box? Each one was almost certainly collected from a different hiding place. Each one with a hand-written message.

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1,086 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Fic Writers: You Need No Justification

I've had a few noteworthy incidents recently with the way readers have chosen to engage with my fic.

First, an early TLDR: Fic writers, you are under no obligation to justify either yourself or your writing choices to your readers. Ever.

There may come a day when a commenter thinks they can say whatever they like, without any care as to how that might affect you. They might, possibly, even be hoping to get a reaction. When that happens, I want you to remember that this commenter Is not your audience. 

And you don’t have to let them walk all over you. 

Recently, a commenter chose to disagree with my characterization and relationship dynamic choices, starting with a dismissive “Naah” and saying “I don’t like this idea that…” and “I don’t like this {character}...” and “I am sad now…” and “I can’t continue.” 

And I chose to tell them to back off. Firmly. Then I got a response that really concerns me.

Name is hidden for no reason in particular. Because it’s a throwaway name anyway.

First of all, this commenter folded as soon as I showed I wouldn’t cater to them. Second, the fact that this person comments anonymously with “random names” is a dead giveaway that they know their behavior isn’t above board, and that having it traced back to them would be less than fun for them. 

I also had another commenter recently who willfully chose to ignore tags, triggered themself, and left a comment about how upset they were. Similarly, I reminded this person that they chose to read the fic and recommended they make healthier choices for their own sake. 

So once again: As a fic writer, you don’t have to cater, you don’t have to placate, and you don’t have to justify yourself.

(Note: The threads are frozen already, no need to go searching or get involved.)

1,711 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

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[yuzukult]

effortlessly, the epilogue (m) || jjk & reader

title: effortlessy, the epilogue pairing: jungkook x reader word count: 5.6k genre: the after high school :) + my infamous poorly written smut a/n: it’s shorter than intended but... it’s out guys! because someone asked me when I planned on posting this and I thought that I was the only one who cared about this epilogue. ;u; Thanks for mentioning it to me, because it motivated me to write it again. Enjoy! series masterlist can be found here

"I want to take care of the planet like Greta Thunberg!"

"Noooo, wouldn't you want to be something cooler? Like a soccer player? How about Lionel Messi?"

"Forget soccer! I want to do something even better... make computers like Steve Jobs!"

One of the children frowns, shoulders slouching in disappointment and frustration of his classmates. Leaning down, you brush away the bangs that cover his eyes, gently pinching his chubby cheeks full of love and care. "What's wrong, Jaemin?"

"I don't want to be like Greta Thunberg or Lion Messi or Steve Work!" He exclaims, arms thrown in the air. 

"It's Lionel Messi and Steve Jobs, Jaemin!"

"Okay, okay," You say soothingly, hands cupping and thumbs rubbing against the flesh of his cheeks delicately. "That's fine, Jaemin, you don't have to be like those people if you don't want to. You can choose whatever profession you want, and whomever you want it to be like." 

"I want to be a swimmer, like Jeon Jungkook!"

"Mm," You hum, tapping your finger against your chin as if you're pondering about Jaemin's idea. "You could, if you'd like. Have you ever met Jeon Jungkook before?"

"No," He pouts, his bottom lip jutting out in dismay. "But momma showed me videos of hyung online and he seems like a very kind person." Nodding, your hands fall into the ones of Jaemin's, swaying your arms together to calm his nerves. Children tend to be very emotional, you learn after the many years of experience with them, and Jaemin is no exception. Finding ways to tame their anxiousness was the true challenge. "Want to hear a secret?"

His eyes widen as large as the cartoons he watches on TV. "Yes! What's the secret?"

Pretending to glance out to confirm that the coast is clear and that the other children had walked away to find something more interesting to direct their attention to, you whisper into Jaemin's ear. "Jeon Jungkook was my best friend."

Jaemin gasps. "No way. Your friend? Are you just saying that to me so I can feel better?" Yes, is what you really wanted to tell him, but truth to be told, you weren't lying. Kids were incredibly smart for even noticing that adults would say things to water down the situation, but you weren't just saying anything. "Of course not. Jungkook and I go way back, way before he became a professional swimmer. I used to go to all his practices, hung out with him after them, and even attended classes with him... just like you're in one right now!"

"Do you think... Do you think you can ask Jungkook hyung to come visit us? Maybe? If you're still friends with him..." He drifts, the thought of not being able to see his hero weighing down on his shoulders again. "I'll see what I can do," Standing from where you've been crouching, you ruffle Jaemin's hair with a soft sigh escaping your lips. "Now go play with the other kids. Remember, you can be whoever you want, and everyone else can be whoever they want as well."

Right before the clock hits 3:00PM, you verify that all the little kids are geared up in their beanies, puffer jackets, shoes, and some with gloves, in preparation for their parents' arrival. When the doors open and the children line up, leaving one by one, their nose and cheeks tint pink at the harsh winds, shivering yet at the same time cheering in glee when they see their guardians pull up. 

Watching the smiles on their faces reminds you of the time that you hated the winter; brisk air smacking your cheeks in pain, freezing your face in position, fingers stiff from being exposed to the outside, and constant shaking just to warm yourself up in a clownery large winter coat. Yet, this time around, you find yourself fond of the weather, the thought of being able to spend time with your loved ones approaching and activities that could only be done during this specific season. 

"Ready to head out?" One of your co-workers asks, just as bundled up as you are, learning your lesson after leaving without a jacket that wasn't thick enough before a day ago. "Yeah, I am. Let me just get my purse first, Naeun."

It's a constant cycle everyday: swipe your transit pass onto the bus, get off, walk an obscene amount of distance, if it's a good day then you'd stop for coffee, get to school, and prep for the day before calling the students in to take attendance, then that's when the teaching starts. 

But something about today feels great, despite the snow falling from the sky that nearly has you slipping on the ice from lack of attention to anything in front of you. So, you grab something hot. After all, what's better than a cup of hot chocolate in the morning right before you're stuck in a classroom full of twenty first-graders?

Following your medium sized peppermint hot chocolate (you're rather quite enamored that you're able to find a peppermint flavor because it's your favorite), hopping out of the coffee shop with glee, you're ready to be on route to work again.

Then someone obnoxiously honks their horn.

You show no regard to this, mostly because it makes no sense to. Someone who's driving a flashy neon yellow Porsche is already gaining all the unnecessary attention in the first place, and you're not really in the mood to be categorized within that population. 

But the beeping doesn't stop.

Oddly enough, it actually feels like the car is following you. Sweating profusely, you're debating whether or not to glance to see who the driver is. Just then, your phone dings.

jeon jungkook [6:57AM]: i've been trying to get you to turn around for the past 10 minutes, could you please stop walking faster? at this rate you're going to be a runner?

Instantaneously, you stop in the midst of your steps, sharply twisting on your heel to see the owner of the flamboyant vehicle. There he was, with the driver's side window rolled down, exposing those pearly white teeth of his, paired with a grin that stretched from ear to ear.

Typical.

"Jeon Jungkook, fancy meeting you here."

"Not really fancy if I had to check your location services to see where you've been. It's not fun being ignored, love." He has his arm rested on the opening, watching as you purse your lips and bounce on the tips of your toes. "Mm, wonder why that is."

"Don't be like that," He frowns, chin sitting on his arm. "Come, I'll drive you to work. Maybe we can talk along the way."

"I'm not really in the mood to talk to you at seven in the morning, Jeon."

"Please?" He begs, pools of brown that match the liquid in your cup and the sweetness it entails. Just his voice alone was warm, shooting into your chest and you're trying to convince yourself that it's the drink, not him. "Fine." You respond through your gritted teeth, rounding the hood of the car to enter the passenger seat.

Jungkook looks so happy he could burst.

On the ride to work, you don't talk. He speaks casually, sharing stories about his adventures, ones that you don't really want to hear about or was it that his current attire that's causing your mind to get fuzzy? Baby blue dress shirt with just a couple of the buttons let loose, tucked into those dark grey slacks that hug his thighs so well, that you needed to avert your eyes or else he'd see you checking him out.

He does in fact, to the point that he needs to hide the smirk that dangles on his lips, but he refrains himself because getting you to forgive him is a difficult task alone, and teasing you wouldn't get him anywhere. 

"Pull up here," You demand when he's driving by the perimeter of the building. "You don't need to drive into the yard. I don't need the teachers thinking I'm hanging out with someone driving a construction safety yellow car."

Jungkook is admittingly disappointed, hoping that he gets more time with you but he did choose a work day to meet you. "Can I see you after this?" He's suddenly bashful after approaching you confidently earlier, no semblance of high school Jungkook hinted in his personality anymore. "I don't know. Maybe. We'll see." With that, you slip out the car, greeting the parents that you pass by, sharing that beaming smile that he was wishing was for him instead. You're prettiest when you're working—the way you're talking to your students as they begin to line up to enter class, tapping their noses with your drink in hand, drowning in your oversized coat. You seem at your happiest, suddenly regretting his recent absence from your life.

Reminiscing back to the time of when you didn't know what you wanted to do with your life, where you wanted to go, and who you wanted to be were questions that were constantly thrown up in the air. He recalls those nights where he'd hear your whimpers through the wall between the bedroom and the living room, sitting at the coffee table in frustration while he prepped for bed. Life had been a crazy journey for the both of you, especially when he had gotten invited to pursue in other work opportunities. 

You're thankful when you leave work that day and don't spot the rubber duck colored car anywhere near the schoolyard, yet at the same time, slightly despondent that he didn't return. "You look down," Naeun points out, nose peeking from her scarf with her hands dug deep into the pockets of her jacket. "Expecting someone?"

"Kind of, not really," You confess, letting out a heavy sigh with water vapor in the air. "But not surprised anyways."

"Does it have anything to do with a cheddar cheese looking car?"

Choking on your saliva, you attempt to clear your throat at her recognition. "How'd... you know it had to do with a yellow car?"

She leans over, gesturing in the direction behind you with her chin. "Other than the fact that it's hard to miss a car that bright in the morning, you coming out of it is also attention grabbing. Plus, he's over there, parked in the corner with a swarm of little kids around him."

Flinching, you look in her direction, the sight of Jungkook seated on the hood of his ridiculous vehicle, uncomfortably bending over to reach the height of the flock of little children with their parents, signing autographs and exchanging words with them.

You can't tell if it's cute or making your blood boil.

When you walk over to him with Naeun by your side, he looks up with that annoying smile on his face again. "Jeon Jungkook." 

"See, Jaemin? She does know me." Jungkook teases, messing up the little boy's hair. Jaemin has a look on his face that screams nothing but elation, spilling with happiness that couldn't be fulfilled until he met his idol, Jungkook, the Olympian swimmer. "You were right! He is your best friend!"

"I said was, but you get the point." Jungkook jerks up, quickly shuffling to dip his head in the window opening of his car, pulling out a drink, handing it to you. "Would someone who was your friend get you your favorite drink?"

In a medium Starbucks cup, there's an iced cold brew with cold foam sitting on top—a drink that you had grown attached and addicted to in your first year of University, ordering it so frequently on the daily that you had to wean yourself off it. "Cold brew," You clarify, taking the drink gleefully. "I guess you remembered."

Naeun extends her hand at Jungkook, requesting a shake. "Oh my god, Jeon Jungkook, I'm a big fan. I heard that you were recently sponsored by Nike—crazy! She—" She's referring to you with a glare "—never mentioned that she was friends with a professional swimmer!"

"Didn't think it was important," You add, swirling before taking a sip of the liquid gold. "Knowing someone who swam for your country's Olympic team isn't usually brought up in an everyday conversation."

She rolls her eyes as Jungkook gifts her a warm handshake, hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. He's dressed for comfort, this afternoon as opposed to this morning, and you're curious of his schedule yet you don't ask. "Kids, time to go home, don't leave your parents waiting." You dismiss the children who whine in reaction. "But we want to talk to Jungkook!"

"I'll be back tomorrow!" He confirms, and they run away in excitement, earning a groan from you. "Tomorrow? You're actually expecting to be back tomorrow?"

"Why? You don't want to see me?"

"Jungkook, why are you even back?" You exasperate, fingers running through your tangled locks. Jungkook is starting to frustrate you and all you want to do is go home and snuggle under the covers while watching a movie while possibly grading some papers. "What's the point of all this?"

He pouts, an arm snaking around your waist to pull your frame close. "I literally came to see my girlfriend and all she does is push me away. Isn't that crazy, Naeun? The girl of my dreams agreed to date me then she pretends that I don't even exist."

Jaw dropped, Naeun can't even formulate a sentence with the new information. "I know what you're going to say next, 'why didn't you—'"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend this entire time? Why didn't you even mention that it was Jungkook! You just faked the entire time that you weren't with someone while I was tricking you into going on dates—"

"You set her up with guys?" Jungkook's brows furrowed at Naeun before looking down at you. "You let her set you up with guys?"

"I didn't go to any of those dates she organized," You mention, bringing the drink to your lips again, truly the only thing that calms your nerves despite the chaos unfolding in front of you. "I vaguely said I wasn't interested."

"You could've just said that you had a boyfriend!"

"Well, you weren't around to prove it, so did it really matter?" Shrugging your shoulders, you escape from his grasp to drag the zipper of your jacket up higher. "Anyways, I'm out. Get home safe, Naeun, let me know how it goes with that mechanic guy tonight." Tugging up your sleeve for a better view of your watch, you nod. "My bus is coming soon—"

"—I'm literally standing right here and you're still going to take the bus?"

"I'm going to take this as my cue to leave..." Naeun chimes in, quickly waving goodbye. "I'll see you tomorrow then, Jungkook-ssi?" And he nods in return, watching as she walks away.

"I can't believe you would just waltz in here like you can do whatever you want." You hiss, nearly squeezing the cup in your hand but the cold brew inside is too valuable to let go to waste. "This is my workplace, not my house."

"I would go to your house if I knew where it was. You turned off your location yesterday."

"Maybe you shouldn't have outed yourself the first time, then you would've known." He moans, pushing his hair away from his face. The length has grown tremendously since the last time you saw him,  reaching his chin with the ends curling into the shapes of his eyes when he's gleaming with a grin. "Why are you making things so difficult for the both of us?"

"I'm not." You respond nonchalantly, blinking blankly at the man before you. 

Jungkook tugs on your arm. "Then let me take you home, to our home, really, since you decided that you wanted to move out without me here when the lease ended."

"I told you I didn't want to live where stalkers were standing outside my place."

"And I told you that you should call the bodyguard my company said they'd provide for you. Why didn't you call? Why didn't you tell me?"

Truthfully, you didn't want to go through the complications of the process of getting someone to consistently watch over you on a daily basis—it was easier to just up and leave, find somewhere else to reside instead of getting attacked by his fans. "It was too complex," allowing him to pull you in between his open legs as he rests on the hood of his car. "Plus, why would I want to ask help from a guy who wouldn't even come home for our anniversary? Easier to leave instead of being disappointed all the time."

The edges of his mouth drops. "Don't say it like that. I had to work, or else I would've taken the first flight back home. All the opportunities just so happen to be in the States."

"Go live there then, you don't need to come back. It's convenient for you to find a place there anyway."

"I'm not leaving you, idiot." He counters back, irritated that you're even making such suggestions. "I told you this every single time we meet again, every phone-call, every facetime. I won't move unless it's with you." The look in his eyes is hypnotizing mixed along with his words, swaying you into his direction unless you shake your head from the thoughts, stepping back. "Fine. Drive me home, whatever. Your stuff is still there anyways. I guess you still somewhat live with me."

Jungkook takes this as a victory.

In all honesty, he loves the idea of a domestic relationship. Jungkook loves having to wake up in the morning with you sleeping on the other side of the bed, corners of your eyes filled with dry boogers that'll probably hurt when you decide to get up, and brushing your teeth together, side by side, shoving each other just to be able to spit in the tiny little sink in the apartment. He argues that he could help pay for a better place, but you reject him regardless, wanting to stay in a more affordable place, one where you can go halfsies on.

He misses watching you hover over the stove, obnoxiously monitoring whatever it is you're cooking for dinner, only for him to call you out and take over instead. Or when you're doing work on the floor with your papers and laptop sprawled across the coffee table, leaning back when your shoulders get tired, resting in between his legs with your back against the body of the couch. 

So on the route of driving you home, that’s all he can think about as you sit in silence. 

This was definitely not the plan. 

Parked in the garage of your apartment complex, the fluorescent lights don’t do a good job of piercing through the tinted windows of Jungkook’s car, which you’re super thankful for despite the obnoxious primary color he chooses. The steam fills the glass, hand pressed against the armrest on the door as you’re panting heavily, an uneven match with Jungkook’s. He has a grip on both your ass and hips, guiding as you’re grinding yourself on him, wishing to be closer than you already were.

How he has you out of your jeans is unknown. Your jackets have already been throat into the some-what backseat, your dress shirt unbuttoned with your breasts spilling from your nude bra, and his shirt is hiked up just enough to catch a glimpse of his abs. Swimming requires him to keep his body in shape and there’s no complaint from you on that.

Mouth opened, he let out a groan, feeling your tightness around his cock that made a drop of sweat fall from his forehead. “Fuck,” He curses, the sight of you in front of him clenches his heart. Jungkook thinks you’re so pretty under this light— even prettier than when he knew you in high school, it’s like the longer he knows you, the more infatuated he is. When you gyrate your hips aggressively, he suddenly can’t take it anymore, hands trailing up your spine, pushing you down against his chest before he digs his feet into the carpeted floors, hips piston up into you. 

The new angle has your stomach in knots, a soft gasp falling from your lips that only encourages him to go harder. “Can you come like this?” 

“Touch me,” You respond, and it comes out nearly as a whine but you’re too busy being fogged up by pleasure to even care. “Jeon, please,” Begging at this point, he slips himself between the two of you, thumb rubbing against the bud as your grip on his shoulders clasp firms, lips against the flesh of his neck. 

“You’re going to come now, aren’t you?” 

The way he says it hints an arrogant smirk, one you’re bothered with but you’re in the middle of something currently. It’s rhetorical, to him, because your pussy is convulsing around his dick that he’s almost reaching his limit yet he waits for you patiently. “I’m gonna—”

“Let go, baby,” He manages to say through a heave, your eyes tightly shut closed before you reach your orgasm; a melodic moan finally releasing into his ears that he’s been expecting all night, one that you’ve been holding back to showcase that you’re still mad at him. Jungkook couldn’t care— well, just right now, since he has his dick in you, thrusting away until he hits his own orgasm, ropes of cum coating your swollen pink walls.

You’ve grown limp against his body, nose snuggled into the crook of his neck, breathing heavy but slowed from previously. He misses having you like this, bare and close to him, skin feeling light from post-sex. “I love you,” He hums, pressing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up?”

Nodding, you barely have the strength to push yourself off his body, but he doesn’t let go of the grip he has around your mid-frame anyways, sliding the back of the seat up to straighten yourselves. Leaning over to the glove compartment, he snatches a couple tissues before slipping his limp dick out of you, wiping away your mixed come. 

When he eventually has the both of you dressed, you lead him into the building, in the elevator and up to the floor of your apartment, cheeks still tinted rosy from the act in the car. Jungkook doesn’t mind it though, he thinks it’s cute that you’re embarrassed.

If this is what it’s going to be like forever— the warmth that you give, despite the words that come from your mouth, the affection and care that you distribute just for him, and the newfound confidence you’ve discovered during college that you’re not afraid of showing him... he wants it. Forever.

“Mm, so you’re telling me that you still fucked him even though you said that you were mad at him?” 

Yura is adorable with her little baker’s hat on, working endlessly in the kitchen of her new bakery that she decided to open in Seoul after graduating culinary school. Luckily for you, it’s close enough to your apartment that you found yourself stopping by to visit frequently, stealing the goods that don’t make it out to the display fridge.

“... Possibly. I don’t know. I couldn’t help it— I didn’t get dicked down in forever. And no, don’t talk about using the dildo you gave me last year, I haven’t even touched the thing.”

“What? Nothing in comparison to Jungkook’s meaty, girthy—“

“Oh my god, please don’t continue that sentence,” You wince, palm against your forehead. “It was good, alright? I mean, sure, I finished myself off when I’m alone but yesterday, in the car—”

“You hoe— you didn’t only give your vagina to him, but you gave it to him in the car? You couldn’t even wait, could you? And what now, is he living back at the apartment?”

“I mean... he said he didn’t get a hotel because he wanted to sleep in his own bed again...”

Yura laughs, clapping her hands in amusement as the powder hits her face. “You’re so funny, you know that? Why do you keep playing this charade when you could just... let him back in?”

You sigh, plopping your body down onto the stool by the counters, elbows against the floured tops. Truthfully, caving into all the mistakes Jungkook made was something too common from you, wishing that he wasn’t good with his words and affectionate whenever he’s around you. He missed an anniversary, a 6th year anniversary, and from what you read on the forums online, it’s one of those years where relationships start to get bumpy.

“I just— I don’t want to be easy, you know? I let him get away with everything, and it’s not fair that he’s all the way in the States, doing whatever it is he’s doing, while I’m here, watching twenty to thirty little kids everyday. And I can’t tell him to stop what he’s doing because well— it’s his dream, Yura, who am I to stop him?”

“You don’t,” She responds sharply, glaring at you through her floured lashes. “You should’ve gotten on a plane to the States. It’s your anniversary, as in both you and Jungkook. It’s not his designated job to come here when it’s an anniversary to celebrate the both of you.”

There she goes again, even 6 years later after high school, Yura exhibits the realities of a situation, especially the ones that you’re in. 

“I guess...” You say faintly, slowly reaching your surrender. 

“No guessing. Please leave and go look for him. Tell him that you’re sorry, that you’re not going to be a big baby anymore. You’ve been with him for six years, and no matter how mad you get at him, he’s always coming back for more and attempting to make it up to you. Also, it’s 6:30AM... shouldn’t you already be on your way to work?”

“Oh, right, fuck, okay, thanks, Yura!” Jolting out of the bakery, you’re practically running to the school when you halt in your route at the sight of the familiar neon yellow car that’s parked on the school yard, yet again.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook, and I’m on South Korea’s Men’s Swim Team. I’m training for 800M Freestyle Swim again, and possibly, maybe, planning to retire soon.”

Retire? The word that slips from Jungkook’s mouth is unfamiliar, mostly because he had never discussed this with you before, causing you to furrow your brows in perplexity at him as he stands in front of the black chalkboard in your classroom full of children. 

“I actually lived next door to your lovely teacher here, and we grew up together. She even coached me early in my years since I didn’t have anyone with credentials to show me. We both used to stare at the computer, day and night, renting videos from the library, and spending most of our time together just so that we could improve on my skills...” As Jungkook babbles on to the students, Naeun nudges you in the stomach.

“What?” You hiss in a whisper. Softly, she responds, “You never told me any of this! I thought we were friends! You’ve been hiding from me that you’re dating an Olympian and that you guys knew each other since you were little? What else haven’t you told me?”

“Mm,” You hum, arms crossed over your chest. “I got recruited to shadow coaches back in the university Jungkook and I attended. I rejected their offer and went undecided before coming to terms that I’d teach.”

Naeun is taken aback by all this information, stumbling back to the edge of your desk to regain her balance. “You were recruited to coach? And you rejected that offer? Why the hell would you do that?”

“Because swimming is Jungkook’s dream, not mine.”

During college, evidently enough, you had been struggling endlessly trying to figure out what you wanted to do with yourself. There were moments where you considered taking a gap year— a break from it all, go somewhere maybe to finally understand yourself and what you want to do. Jungkook’s eyes when you mentioned it to him grew wary, sad that he couldn’t be there to help you but just stare at your helpless expression through the screen of his phone. 

One thing you knew for sure, you didn’t want Jungkook to pity you. (Although, he never did. He was just too in love and couldn’t see the girl of his dreams sad.)

So you pushed harder. Met with people, asked about their experiences, requested for a mentor, and just researched. It was exactly like the time Jungkook told you he wanted to swim, so you obsessively tried to find any information on it so that you could teach him and show him things he could do in the water.

You learned that if you wanted something bad enough, you grew a drive for it.

It might’ve been when Jungkook realized that you were great at coaching. When he tried to sway you into coaching people because you were great and motivating people to do better, to try harder, and all of this without overworking them to the point of turning into dust. Despite everything, you didn’t want to coach swimming— and soon learning, you didn’t want to coach any sport. But the closest thing to it was teaching.

And a teacher was what you became.

There was already enough experience in teaching someone, or in this case, tutoring, because Jungkook sucked at it back in grade school. He always needed help, and that’s where you swooped in. Arms filled with notebooks, backpack dragging you full with textbooks while you stood at Jungkook’s front porch, ready to confuse him with letters and numbers that he learned he didn’t even need now.

“Did you know he was thinking about retirement?” Naeun sneaks in again. You shake your head, watching your boyfriend answer questions from the crowd. “No, I didn’t. He’s never even mentioned that word to me, ever.”

Just as Jungkook finishes, you holler out for the class to settle down, pushing him aside as he bumps back into the wall with a grin on his face. “Ok, class, since it’s 5 minutes before recess, I’m just going to let you guys go off. It is a Friday, so enjoy yourselves!”

Jungkook joins in when you’re zipping up the jackets and tying the shoes of the kids; they’re all too excited for an extra five minutes of recess time, saying something along the lines of, “we should ask hyung to come more often, he makes her happy enough to give us five extra minutes!” and Jungkook stifles a laugh.

Standing against the brick masonry of the building, Jungkook accompanies you. “You’re going to ask me about the whole retirement thing, aren’t you?”

“Was. But you didn’t seem like you cared enough to bring it up to me.”

He sighs, adjusting the beanie on his head. “I didn’t decide until yesterday. I’m going to be in the next Olympics then I’m retiring. I’ve made enough money from the sponsorships and I’m sure I’ll be able to keep my affiliation with Nike ‘til past that.”

Glancing over at him before looking back at the children playing in the yard, you snuggle your nose deeper into your scarf. “Why’s that? Isn’t swimming your dream?”

“It is,” He says, voice genuine and filled with honesty. “I might do some things here and there, maybe train some kid with potential. I just... I don’t know how much longer I can do this thing between us. I’m never going to give up on swimming, and there’s so many opportunities out there for me to do that includes it. But this whole... training for the Olympics thing— I’ve done it already. It’s great, I’ll do another year of it. But by the time the second time I enter, we’ll be hitting that age where it’s time to settle down.”

“We don’t need to have a set time to settle down—“

“I know that we don’t but I’m tired of this whole long distance thing. You’ve been so supportive of my dreams, and I’ve accomplished them already. It’s time that I’m here, by your side, supporting yours.”

There’s silence between the two of you, despite the constant screaming and laughing that’s coming from the playground. 

“I’m sorry,” You blurt and he only looks at you with bewilderment on his face. “I should’ve came to visit you on our anniversary instead of expecting you to come here. It was selfish of me.”

Jungkook laughs, beaming brightly with the sweetest smile upon his lips. “You used to be so timid and shy back in high school. You’ve developed into this woman who’s confident and fierce, sometimes scaring me because I never thought you could ever be like this.”

“Does it make you like me any less?”

“No,” He turns to you, tightening the scarf around your neck in prevention of slipping. “But... it makes me love you more. You’re also admitting things and apologizing. Very huge character development if you asked me. Say, how about we go home tonight and celebrate our anniversary, to make up for the one we miscommunicated about?”

“I’d... like that, very much.” You respond, chewing on your bottom lip bashfully. 

“Now,” He begins, pinching your frozen cheeks gently. “I told you I love you about... a million times since I came back. I’m still waiting for you to say it too.”

He’s still somewhat the same Jungkook from back then, hidden underneath the blanket of adulthood and experiences through college but nonetheless, just as much as he changed, you’ve loved him through every stage he’s gone through. He felt the same. “Love you too, Jeon.” And there it was, the smile that tugs on the edges of your lips that he’s been waiting for, dedicated just for him.