#accidentally typed bandmated which is like sure . yeah that too

[badnewswhatsleft]

(x/x) oh my god they were bandmates....

[whyralltheusernamestaken]

Aspectabund

I have no idea if this is a reoccuring theme yet but I am an absolute whore for secret dating au's so here's another self indulgent fic hehe T^T

Aspectabund; Bakugou x reader

expressive in face ADJ. expressive in face; exhibiting one's feelings through the eyes or face.

Warning : swearing

Words : 1.5k

Bakugou for the love of god could not remember why he even bothered. 'Young love' they said, his parents eagerly pushing him out of the door to find you a welcoming present for your transfer to his school. 

"What do girls even like." he muttered, turning around the corner towards the busy highstreet. He could already sense the misery this day was going to bring, aimlessly wondering around shops until he stopped something, just anything, that you might like. 

Maybe he'd cook for you too. After all it was a welcoming party back at the dorms, but he'd have to make sure none of the extras touched your food. That would be a nightmare.

His eyes ran up and down the rows of shops, groaning at the crowds of people that scuttled past. His budget wasn't massive, but he was recieving money from his internship and a bit of poket money from his parents, whom whole heartedly adored you. 

You two had met at the hero liscening test, beginning to talk at the remedials. He was attending for the extra lessons to gain his liscence whilst you were simply helping one of your teachers who was working there. The first time you spoke, you had accidentally spilled your drink all over him, spluttering as you offered him tissues and apologies over and over again. He had scolded you for being careless but truthfully he hadn't been paying attention either. 

The next day you had literally tried to give him money for the shirt. His top was much more than the amount you were offering, given his parents were fashion designers and such, but he did not have the heart to take your money. Sure he was an asshole sometimes, but he wasn't just going to steal cash off someone for something that was partially his mistake. He'd never admit it to you though.

"Bakugou?" a voice called, him turning around to see two of his classmates.

"Hey." he replied.

"Didn't knew you liked this type of music." Jirou joked, picking up the nearest album. "You like electropop?"

"God no." he replied instantly, rolling his eyes, before pausing. "It's for my, my fucking girlfriend or whatever." he muttered, rubbing his neck as he looked around before turning back to the two girls. "You dumbasses better not tell anyone or I swear-"

"Of course! No need to worry." Momo rushed to said, Jirou nodding in agreement. "We respect your privacy."

He nodded in thanks, before Jirou asked, "Would you like some help? You've been walking around aimlessly for the last ten minutes."

Bakugou paused for a moment before giving a small "yeah." The girls blinked at each other I'm shock, before excitedly dragging him away without another word. 

"Will you buy an album for her?"

"If they have // band."

"Oh, I have connections with one of the bandmates. Want me to get a video of them?"

"What's the catch?"

"None Bakugou, we're friends." Jirou reassured.

He snorted in reponses before whispering a quick "Thanks."

You had truely mellowed him. 

~~~

You hauled your two suitcases out of the back of the taxi, thanking the driver once again before turning to who you assumed was your new classes' president. 

"Class 2A president?"

"Yes I'm the class president Iida, it's nice to meet you Y/N."

"Likewise." you smiled, allowing him to take one of the suitcases before following behind him, listening as he explained roughly why they had a dorm system, the rules, and a breif introduction to the class. "If there's any questions or anyone bothering you, um Bakugou, then feel free to let me know."

You laughed at his attempt of throwing shade, before thanking him and following in through the main enterence of the dorm.

"Welcome Y/N!" several people shouted, a few bursts of confetti flying in the air as your jaw dropped open, a small blush running across your face.

"This... is for me? Thank you so much." you beamed, a large grin on your face as you and Iida set the suitcases to the side. 

"I'll take them up to your room." a boy with a mutant quirk said, grabbing your things with two of his many arms before retreating to the stairs. 

"Thank you." you called after him, before letting yourself be guided to sit on the couch. 

"Some of us prepared gifts for you. I'm Midoriya." 

"It’s nice to meet you Midoriya." you responded, "You guys shouldn't have, I think I should've brought something as well."

"No need!" a girl with pink skin rebutted. "You're one of us now so don't be shy and take them. I'm Ashido but Mina's all good."

You thanked her and everyone else before beginning to openi the presents, a small set of perfume and soaps from Uraraka, a UA key chain set from Midoriya, and many more. 

"We've just added you to our class group chat." Midoriya said, pointing to his phone as you got yours out.

"I think I'll be spending the rest of the right just learning your names." you chuckled, scrolling down the list of people in the chat, a large smile once your eyes rested on Bakugou's name. 

"Feel free to take your time." Kirishima responded, sitting on the end of the couch. You replied with a thanks before turning to look back at your phone as it vibrated with a notification. It was a video sent in by Bakugou. Clicking it open, the faces of your favourite band members popped up on the screen. 

"Hiya Y/N! Congratulations on getting into UA, we're so proud of you!" It sounded before ending. You covered your gasp with your hand and hugged your phone to your chest. 

"Thank you so so much!" you beamed at Bakugou, your face lighting up with pure happiness. 

"Yeah whatever dumbass." he grumbled, a small smirk on his lips as the rest of his classmates stood in silence watching the exchange.

"Y/N's his girlfriend?" Momo whispered to Jirou. "Who would've thought. They're so cute together." to which Jirou nodded in agreement. 

"Um Bakubro, this is so unlike you to get a present for some 'extra'." Kaminari commented, a look of utter surprise on his face.��“Especially from celebrities. How did you even know what artists she liked?”

"Who said she's an extra you idiot." Bakugou said, choosing to ignore the other questions that were being thrown at him.

"Well what else would she be?"

You sat there and listened in amusement. You weren’t necessarily keeping your relationship a secret, but you wanted to make sure he was comfortable before you told anyone. Watching as Bakugou's ears tinted, any worries or doubts you previously had were cast away as you anticipated his next words. He cleared his throat before responding. 

"She my girlfriend dunce face."

The entire room stood in silence, even the faintest of breathing was noticeable, before Mina cackled in laughter. "That's a good joke Bakugou, what's next?"

She watched as his face contorted in an angry frown, about to retort when you waved your arm in the air. 

"Hey hey hey she's just teasing you." you laughed. “You know she wants you to get mad.” 

"So it's a joke then right?" Kaminari spoke up. "God knows what I would do if Mr bombs for brains got a girlfriend before me."

"Oh no, he's telling the truth." you chuckled, watching as the entire room's jaw dropped. 

"Y/N." Todoroki spoke up, ignoring the other's shock as he handed you a small present. 

"Todo! You shouldn't have." 

"No worries, it's the least I can do for your help last time."

"Wait you know each other?" Mirodiya asked. 

“Help?” Kirishima added on. 

"Mhmm. Me and Katsuki helped egg his dad’s house." you nodded in reply. "And I met them at the remidials because some dummies didn't past the first time."

"Y/F/N..." you heard Bakugou scowling, turning on the couch to give him a wink.  

"But hey, I wouldn't have met you then, would I? My adorable, handsome, beautiful-"

"Gross." Bakugou coughed, cutting you off. "Don't go all sappy on my."

"He's a softie at heart." you rolled your eyes. 

"I'm not too surprised actually." Tsuyu spoke up. "I knew something was up as soon as Bakugou stayed at this welcoming party. When we moved in he wouldn't even join us in the room tours and we had been classmates for over a month."

Bakugou snorted. "Well that's jsut because it was a lame ass idea."

"I'm sure it was a great idea." you rebutted, smiling at the girl as she grinned back. 

"You're too nice Y/N."

"Not at all!"

Kaminari had finally regained his senses, deciding to once again butt into the conversation. "How on earth did you even get a angel like her, Bakugou?"

"Are you fucking hitting on my girl dunce face?"

You simply laughed at them, sitting up and hooking your arms around Bakugou's neck, pulling his towards you before he could threaten the other blonde with his quirk.

"Hey hey, it's his world, I'm just living in it."

[allsassnoclass]

Kiss Me (x3)

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Ashton Irwin endgame, Luke Hemmings/Michael Clifford, Luke Hemmings/Calum Hood

Rating: Teen and Up

Key Tags: kissing, genuinely this is just a fic about Luke kissing his bandmates

Word Count: 4,896

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Summary: Luke likes kissing, and he likes his bandmates, so it makes sense that he likes kissing his bandmates.

It starts because Michael is being a whiny brat.

In all honesty, it probably starts because they’re all bored, but Michael’s boredom is manifesting itself into whiny brattiness, and Luke’s boredom is manifesting itself into getting annoyed at the whiny brattiness.

The tenth time Michael heaves a sigh and complains about having nothing to do, Luke snaps.

“Will you shut up?” he asks, looking up from his phone where he had been aimlessly scrolling.  Michael is slumped on the couch, watching a rerun of some network show on TV without really watching it.  Calum and Ashton seem to actually be somewhat occupied with the show and a book respectively, but Luke has seen Ashton’s grip on his book tighten with every complaint out of Michael’s mouth, so at least Luke isn’t alone in his annoyance.

“Make me,” Michael snaps.

“Yeah, make him,” Calum says absentmindedly.  He’s got the patience of a saint when it comes to Michael, probably from building an immunity given their years of friendship, but Luke doesn’t appreciate this new team they’ve made right now.

“Fine,” Luke says.  He stands, and Michael raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

“What are you going to do?” he asks.  Luke considers for a second, but honestly?  He’s pretty sure half of Michael’s problem is that he hasn’t had a girlfriend in a while, and therefore has no place to put his bottled up romantic/sexual tension.

“If I kiss you will you shut up?” he asks.

“I thought we were suggesting realistic options,” Ashton says, not looking up from his book.  Luke flips him off anyway.

“You won’t,” Michael says.

“Oh yeah?” Luke asks.  “If I do, will you shut up?”

“Fine.  But you won’t.”

Michael’s claim is not baseless.  They’ve teased each other a lot, but have never actually kissed before.  However, no other instances had included a whiny Michael and a Luke who is feeling a little bored and a little reckless and a little kiss-deprived himself.  As such, he marches over to Michael, puts one hand on the back of the couch to brace himself and one on Michael’s jaw to keep him still, leans in, and plants one on him.  Just like that.

It turns out that kissing your bandmate is easy once you actually put your mind to it.

The kiss is short, just a peck more than anything, but Michael looks shell-shocked when Luke leans back.  He blinks, eyes wide, then opens his mouth to say something.  Luke holds up a finger.

“Ah!  You said you’d shut up!”

Michael closes his mouth with a click.  Luke has never felt this powerful before.  He can feel Calum and Ashton staring at him, but he doesn’t spare them a glance, wanting to preserve the moment for as long as possible.  He just sits back down and picks up his phone again.  After a long moment Calum turns back to the show, but when Luke glances up Ashton is still watching him.  He returns to his phone and tries to hide his satisfied smile, okay with the weight of Ashton’s gaze.

The afternoon is quiet.  Luke keeps thinking about Michael’s lips, chapped and warm.

He’s really missed kissing.  Maybe he doesn’t have to anymore.

-/-

“Listen,” Luke says to Michael later, when they’re getting ready for bed even though Michael will probably stay up for at least another hour.  “It doesn’t have to be a big deal, but I really miss kissing people.  You obviously haven’t kissed anyone in a while, either.  I’m just saying that it could be mutually beneficial.”

Michael squints at him.  He hasn’t outright said no, so Luke has already gotten further than he thought he would.

“Just kissing?” he asks.

“Yeah.  I like kissing, you like kissing, it’s a win-win situation.”

Michael considers for another minute.  Luke stands his ground.

“Okay,” he says.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” Michael shrugs.  “You said it.  I miss kissing.”

“Sweet.”

Michael blinks at him.  Luke blinks back.

“Well?” Michael asks.

“Why do I have to get up?” Luke says.  Michael rolls his eyes.

“Because you’re the one who suggested it?”

Luke rolls his eyes right back, but he gets up and moves towards Michael, sitting down on his bed this time so they’re on the same level at least.  Michael turns, tucking one of his legs underneath him so they can fully face each other, and Luke puts his hands securely on his shoulders and leans in.

Luke likes this kiss better than the first one.  Michael’s lips are a little tacky because he just put on chapstick, but he leans into it, meeting Luke step for step.  His hands eventually land on Luke’s waist, unfamiliar there but not unwelcome, and Luke doesn’t mind when their noses bump.  He doesn’t mind Michael’s breath puffing against his lips or the barest hint of tongue that sneaks into the kiss.

When they finally lean back, Luke is grinning.  Michael is, too.  Luke presses another quick kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight, Mikey,” he says, sliding off the bed and to his feet.

“Night, Luke.  See you tomorrow.”

Luke falls asleep with a smile on his face and a new plan forming in his head.

-/-

Luke greets Michael the next morning with a kiss in the kitchen.  Michael doesn’t flinch away, much too used to Luke being in his space, but Luke watches his mind wake up a bit and figure out why Luke is suddenly kissing him.  Once he remembers their talk the night before, he smiles.

“What’s this?” Ashton asks from his spot at the table, frowning.  Luke almost hadn’t noticed him, which is a crime because Ashton is the type of person who somehow always looks amazing in the morning.

“Michael and I kiss each other now,” Luke shrugs.  Ashton’s frown deepens, if possible.

“You’re dating?”

“Nope, just kissing,” Luke says, getting down a mug for his coffee.

“Luke’s a pretty good kisser.  You should try it,” Michael says, voice gravely from sleep.

“Do you want to?” Luke asks Ashton, probably a little too enthusiastically.  He’s content enough getting to lock lips with Michael, but Michael’s not going to be around wanting kisses all the time, and Ashton is a great kisser.  Luke knows that he is, because every partner Ashton has ever had always seems a little dazed when he’s accidentally walked in on them making out.

This has nothing to do with Luke’s crush on Ashton, a persistent and annoying thing that he has successfully managed to regulate to the back of his mind in the past few months.

“No,” Ashton says.  “I’m going outside.”

He takes his plate of toast and heads for the door.  Luke shrugs off his disappointment and turns back to Michael.

“Oh well,” Michael says.  “You could always try to get Calum.”

“I might,” Luke says.  Calum seems like he’d be a great kisser, too.  Luke’s really lucky to be in a band of great kissers.  “Hey, do you want to make out after we brush our teeth?”

Michael grins and tugs Luke closer to kiss his cheek.

Luke is a genius.  This is the best idea he’s ever had.

-/-

“Listen,” Luke says, lounging on the couch with Calum on the other side.  He kicks him in the thigh to ensure that he’s listening, and Calum grabs his ankle and tugs him further down the couch so he can effectively trap his legs.  Luke’s not mad about it.

“You know how Michael and I are kissing now?”

“Yeah,” Calum says.  “I’m a better kisser than Mike, by the way.  You chose the wrong bandmate.”

“Prove it,” Luke says.  Calum narrows his eyes.  “Michael won’t be mad, or anything.  We’re not exclusive and there’s no feelings involved.  It’s just for fun.  I’m just saying, you could get in on this.”

Calum considers for a moment.  Luke’s got him hook, line, and sinker.

“What’s in it for me?” he asks.

“Free smooches whenever you want them.  I’ll even wear good-tasting chapstick for you.”

Calum tugs him forward again, and this time Luke goes willingly.

Kissing Calum is different from kissing Michael, obviously, because they’re different people.  Calum puts his hands in Luke’s hair and takes a bit more control of the kiss.  His lips are fuller and he’s not shy and he tastes different.  Not better or worse, just different.  Luke is thrilled at this turn of events.

For a first kiss, it’s not bad.  Not bad at all.

“Cool,” Luke grins when they lean back.

“Cool,” Calum says, amused, and pulls him back in.

-/-

Luke has never been kissed this much in his life, and he’s absolutely loving it.  He likes kissing, and he likes his bandmates, so it makes sense that he would like kissing his bandmates, but he didn’t anticipate liking it this much.  He gets good morning kisses and good night kisses every day, sometimes from Calum, sometimes from Michael, sometimes from both.  He gets kissed at lunch and while chilling in the living room and sometimes he gets to make out with one of the boys on one of their beds.

He likes making out best.  There’s nothing like kissing someone continuously simply because he wants to, both of them pressed close, hands wandering but not too far, lips maybe straying a bit but always coming back, wasting hours away at a time in the sensations until his lips are too dry and tingly to continue.  So many of his previous partners saw making out as a precursor to something else, but Michael and Calum aren’t like that.  He likes that they both appreciate kissing as much as he does.  He likes that once they’re done, they go back to being best friends and teasing each other and saying stupid things.

Luke has to buy so much chapstick.  There has never been a more worthy investment.

Michael and Calum approach making out differently, which is really cool.  Michael is playful, bruising Luke’s lips with little bites and keeping things fun.  He teases a lot, but the payoff is sweet.  He likes putting a hand on the back of Luke’s neck, thumb resting on the soft patch of skin behind his ear, and it makes him shiver.  Luke loves every tickling butterfly kiss and the way Michael gasps and laughs when Luke has enough of the teasing and pins him down.  He loves how familiar Michael is and how sometimes he’ll break the kiss in the middle to say some random thing he remembered he wanted to tell Luke.

Calum really likes to take his time.  He’s great at long, slow kisses that leave Luke feeling a little weak in the knees, and his hands are a grounding weight wherever they end up.  He’s thorough and intentional, and he never pushes things rougher but smiles when Luke does.  Luke discovered that threading his fingers through Calum’s hair and scratching the back of his scalp makes him gasp, and he loves the feeling of Calum lax and boneless against him as much as he loves the feeling of Calum caging him in on top of him or pinning him to the wall for a quick kiss that turns into minutes that turns into way too long for two people simply passing each other in the hallway.

Luke just really loves kissing.  He especially loves the casual cheek and forehead kisses that they’ve gotten in the habit of pressing into each other’s skin.  When Luke leaves a room, he likes saying goodbye with a quick peck to Calum’s cheek and a kiss to the top of Michael’s head, a small way to remind them that he likes them without interrupting whatever they’re doing.  Michael and Calum have started doing it back and doing it to each other, too.  It makes Luke happy.  It makes Luke wonder if Michael and Calum are making out with each other, too, and he kind of hopes that they are.  He wants them both to have that wonderful experience.

The only person who doesn’t seem to like the arrangement is Ashton.  Luke has been on cloud nine since he started getting kissed regularly; it’s even difficult to be grumpy in the morning when his two best friends are there to kiss him awake.  Calum and Michael have been in similarly high spirits.  Ashton, though, has taken to stomping around the house like a toddler.  He’s rarely chirpy anymore and things only get worse if he sees Luke kiss one of the others.

Luke doesn’t like being on the receiving end of Ashton’s glare.  He doesn’t like it at all, especially when Ashton’s smile makes him feel fuzzy.  This is the opposite, and it makes him feel the opposite.

Maybe Ashton’s jealous.  It’s the only thing he can think of, because Ashton hasn’t gotten kissed in a long time, either, and Luke, Calum, and Michael getting their fill probably makes it seem like they’re rubbing it in his face.  If Luke was kiss-deprived and saw his best friends making out, he’d probably be annoyed, too.  He can’t think of any other reason Ashton might be in such a foul mood, because things are typically fine if it’s just the two of them hanging out, and Calum and Michael have said the same thing.

There’s an easy way to fix this.  Luke just hopes Ashton will say yes.

-/-

“Listen,” Luke says, standing in the doorway to Ashton’s room.  It’s been hard to get him alone, but Ashton retreated back to his bedroom for some privacy half an hour ago.  Luke hopes he doesn’t mind the interruption, but Ashton looks refreshed and recharged and he’s not frowning or sighing heavily, so that’s a good sign.

“What?” he sighs.  Maybe Luke spoke too soon.

“Do you want to kiss me?” he blurts.  Ashton’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you want to kiss me,” Luke repeats.  “You’ve been in such a bad mood lately.  Is it because I’ve been kissing Michael and Calum but no one is kissing you?  Because I’d really like to kiss you, and that seems like a good solution.  None of us are dating so no one would mind.  I promise I’m a good kisser.”

Ashton purses his lips and sits up.  Luke has a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“I don’t want to kiss you,” Ashton says flatly.  Luke ignores how much it stings.  “I only kiss partners or the occasional one night stand, and I don’t kiss people who are just going to turn around and make out with someone else the second I’m gone.”

“That’s kind of mean,” Luke says quietly.  Ashton sighs again.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” he says.  “What you’re doing is fine, and you’re obviously enjoying yourself, so have fun.  Don’t ask me to be part of it, though.  I like kisses to mean something, and you can’t give me that.  It doesn’t make either of us a bad person, it just makes us incompatible.”

Luke looks down at his socks.  This is awful.  He should’ve let Ashton stay grumpy instead of trying to fix it.  Grumpy Ashton is better than grumpy Ashton who is also making Luke feel bad.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Ashton says, tone gentler.  “Thanks for trying to make me feel better, but inviting me to join your little kissing group isn’t the way to do it.  I don’t really want a no-strings-attached thing right now, and I don’t think I could see someone who already has multiple partners.  It would make me feel like I’m not enough.”

“That’s not how Cal, Mike, and I work,” Luke says.  “If anything, I feel closer to both of them.  More appreciated.”

Ashton shrugs and looks away.  He’s starting to fold in on himself, like he’s trying to hide from Luke.  Luke hates it.

“That’s good for you,” Ashton says.  “I don’t think I can work like that, though.  At least not right now.  I already like someone and if we were to get involved with another person, I’d want it to be a decision we make together.  Something that we both agree to.  I wouldn’t want them to have someone separate from me, I’d want us to do it together with the knowledge that we still fully have each other.  I just-- I can’t start out like that, with them already involved with someone.  Not how things are now.”

Luke swallows and nods slowly.

“You… like someone?” he asks.  Ashton looks down at his hands.

“Yeah,” he says.  “I do.”

“Okay,” Luke says, trying to swallow the sting again.  This isn’t about him.  This is about Ashton looking small and miserable right now.   “Do you… why haven’t you asked them out yet?  Do you want me to help?  I can be your wingman, or something.”

“No, Luke.  I don’t think it’s going to work out with me and him.”

“Why not?”

Ashton stands, finally looking at him again.

“Because he keeps kissing my bandmates.”

Luke stares at him, words not quite processing.  He blinks.  The corner of Ashton’s mouth turns up, and he crosses the room, stopping right in front of Luke.  Luke’s heart is thudding.  He’s not sure if he’s breathing.  He’s not sure of a lot of things, actually, but he’s especially not sure of what’s going on.

Ashton leans forward and for a wild second Luke thinks he’s going to do it, that he’s going to kiss him after detailing all of the reasons he wouldn’t, but he presses warm, gentle lips to Luke’s cheek instead.  It’s devastating.

“I’m going for a walk.  See you at dinner,” Ashton says, still standing far too close.  Luke manages to nod, and then Ashton is gone, leaving behind a lot of confusion and the lingering ghost of a kiss.

-/-

“So,” Luke says.  “Ashton said he likes me.”

“That’s good,” Michael says, fiddling with a thread on his bedspread.  It’s been bothering him, and Luke has considered getting scissors to cut it, but it’s probably a good thing that Michael’s fingers are occupied right now.  “It’d suck to be friends with someone who doesn’t like you.”

“No, like… like likes me.  Romantically.  I’m pretty sure.”  Luke hugs a pillow to his chest.  Michael glances up at him.

“You’re pretty sure?”

Luke shrugs.  “He said that he likes someone, and that that person has been kissing his bandmates.  I guess it could be you or Calum instead.”

“Nah, Ashton wouldn’t say it like that if it was one of us,” Michael says.  “He wouldn’t try to confuse you.  Besides, Cal and I don’t really kiss in front of him.  We keep it in the bedroom, like respectable people.”

“Hey, I’m respectable,” Luke says.

“You tell yourself that the next time your tongue is down my throat in the kitchen.”

Luke bites his lip, and maybe something about the silence feels too heavy, because Michael looks up at him.

“Are we… not going to do that anymore?” he asks.

“Ashton doesn’t want to date someone who is already kissing other people, and I really like him, Mike.  I have for a while.”

“I know,” Michael says.  He’d found a way to weasel the secret out of Luke a long time ago, back when Luke was worse at hiding it.  It’s one of the reasons Luke is having this conversation with Michael rather than with Calum, although Calum definitely figured it out, too.

“That’s okay,” Michael says.  He sounds a little disappointed, but not too much.  It makes Luke feel better, because he’s a little sad, too, but he doesn’t want Michael to be unhappy.  “I can kiss Calum instead.  He actually offered me a blowjob the other day, which you would never do, so he’s already got a leg up on you.”

“Shut up,” Luke says, hitting him with the pillow.  Michael laughs and grabs it, throwing it out of Luke’s reach.

“Wait,” Luke asks.  “Did he really?”

Michael shrugs.  “It was one of those things he says as a joke, you know?  But he didn’t really seem like he was joking this time.  I kind of don’t want him to be.”

“So you two might be full-on friends with benefits?” Luke asks.  Michael shrugs again.

“Maybe.  We’ll see what happens, I guess.”

“Maybe it’s a good thing we’re stopping, then,” Luke says.  “Ash and I can figure our stuff out, and you two can figure your stuff out without having to factor in another person.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Michael says.  He’s picking at the bedspread again, shoulders slumped, so Luke cups his jaw and kisses him.  It’s been weeks since their first kiss and Michael knows what to do, hands familiar on Luke’s back, tugging him closer.  For a split second, Luke wishes he could stay in this moment forever.

“I’m going to miss this,” Luke murmurs when they part, not bothering to go far.

“Me too,” Michael says.  “But we’re still best friends, and that’s what matters.  We’ll still mess around and write music and cuddle.”

“Yeah,” Luke says, heart a little bit lighter.  “You’re right.”

Michael pulls him in again.  It’s bittersweet, but as far as goodbye kisses go, it’s not bad.

-/-

Calum takes the news about as well as Michael does.  He understands, just like Luke knew he would, and they spend a long time making out in the way Calum likes until Michael knocks and says it’s time for dinner.

That one isn’t a bad goodbye kiss, either.  Luke thinks he’s allowed to be a little sad, but Calum slings an arm around his shoulder as they walk to the kitchen and tells him a really bad joke to make him feel better.  It reminds him that he’s not saying goodbye to their friendship, and he’ll get kisses and a lot more with Ashton in exchange for stopping the kisses with Calum and Michael.  Besides, Michael kisses his cheek later on instinct when he leaves the living room, and Luke thinks that’s okay.  Ashton can’t be upset at something harmlessly platonic like that, and it makes everything feel a little less heavy.

Keeping those kisses, however, means that Ashton doesn’t pick up on the fact that Luke isn’t kissing the others on the lips.  Luke doesn’t know how to bring it up to him, because hey I broke up with our bandmates for you but it wasn’t really a breakup because we weren’t dating but it did kind of feel like a breakup except not because we’re still friends probably isn’t the best thing to lead with.  However, when he’s still kissing Calum and Michael on their cheek or the top of the head or even occasionally the back of the hand, he’s not sure Ashton is realizing that the lips are now an off-limits zone for them.

It’s kind of killing him.  He wants to be Ashton’s boyfriend, but he doesn’t know how to make that leap.  If they were officially dating, Ashton would be next to Luke on the couch right now instead of sequestered to the armchair.  They could be cuddling.  Luke could brush that stray lock of hair out of his eyes.  He could maybe, finally, figure out what it’s like to kiss him.

This movie is boring.  Luke knows that Ashton thinks so, too, because he’s been fiddling with his phone for most of it.  The other two are enraptured, but Luke is starting to get restless and he’s annoyed that he has neither a boyfriend nor free reign to kiss his friends and he’s ready to do something about it.

“I’m going to my room,” he says, standing up and stretching.  He kisses Calum’s cheek and leans over him to get to Michael’s temple.  As he’s rounding the couch, though, he pauses.

He really wants to kiss Ashton.  It doesn’t even have to be on the lips.  He wants to kiss Ashton’s cheek and nose and forehead and palm.  While he’s not allowed to kiss him on the lips yet, maybe one of those would be okay.  Ashton is the one who kissed him on the cheek last time, anyway.

Before he can second-guess, he leans over the back of the armchair and kisses the top of Ashton’s head.  Ashton blinks up at him.  Luke doesn’t know how to describe his expression, but he wants Ashton to look at him like that all the time.

“Can I talk to you?” he asks quietly.  Ashton glances at their friends, then nods and follows him to his room, closing the door behind them.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“I’m not kissing Calum and Michael anymore,” Luke says.  “Not on the lips, I mean.  I talked to them a week ago.  I still want to kiss them on the cheek and stuff, platonically of course, but if you don’t want me to I can stop, because I really like you, Ashton, and I have for a long time, and I really want to be your boyfriend, and kiss you, and do a million other boyfriend things with you and… yeah.  I like you.”

Ashton blinks at him.  Luke bites his lip and waits.

“Oh,” Ashton says.  “Of course you can keep kissing them on the cheek.  You don’t have to-- I wasn’t expecting you to talk to stop your…” he waves his hand around.  “Thing.  I don’t know what you guys have been calling it.”

“You said you don’t want to kiss someone who is kissing other people, too,” Luke says.  “I want you.  I’ve had a crush on you for forever.  You can ask Michael if you don’t believe me.”

“Oh,” Ashton repeats.  “Are you sure?  I don’t want you to regret this if you want to continue with Michael and Calum.”

“I’m sure,” Luke says.  “Honestly, I’ll miss kissing them a bit, because they’re great kissers, and I do love them, but I’m in love with you.  I want something with you.”

“Oh,” Ashton says again, but it sounds different this time.  It sounds important.  It sounds like the fuzzy feeling Luke gets when Ashton smiles at him.

“I’d like that,” Ashton says.  He smiles, then laughs, giddy and joyful.  “I’d like that a lot.”

“Good,” Luke grins.  “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Ashton nods.  There’s only one thing Luke can do in response.

Kissing Ashton is different from kissing Michael and Calum, and Luke loves it.  He loves that Ashton doesn’t have expectations, and he loves the way he pulls Luke closer until there’s no room between them.  When Luke puts a hand on Ashton’s lower back and lets the other tangle in his hair, Ashton melts.  Luke wants to sink into him, and when they part Ashton buries his face in the crook of Luke’s shoulder and holds him for a long, long time.

As far as first kisses go, it’s not bad.  In fact, it’s pretty fucking fantastic.

-/-

It turns out that dating Ashton is just as good as Luke imagined.  He gets good morning and good night kisses, and he gets kissed at lunch and while he’s chilling in the living room and they make out on each other’s beds.  On top of that, Luke gets more cuddles, more quality time, and sometimes Ashton will look at him so fondly Luke thinks he’s going to combust.  Dating Ashton is a wonderful new world, and Luke has loved every discovery.

Michael and Calum tease them relentlessly.  They’ve been spending a lot of time behind closed doors together and Luke has caught them cuddling more or walking around with pinkies hooked together.  Sometimes he misses the closeness that kissing gave them all, especially now that Calum and Michael seem to have something that he’s not part of, but they still kiss his cheek when they pass him and it makes him happy each time.  Ashton smiles each time it happens, too.

“Alright,” Michael says, shoving his feet into his shoes.  “Calum and I are going to the shops.  You guys need anything?”

“Take the list on the fridge,” Ashton says from his spot pressed to Luke’s side.  He’s reading a book over Luke’s shoulder, a fantasy selection that Luke’s mum sent, but Luke is having trouble focusing with Ashton’s chin on his shoulder.

Michael redirects to the kitchen to get the list, and Calum appears to give Luke his routine kiss on the top of his head.

“Hey, where’s mine?” Ashton asks.  Calum pauses.

“You want one?”

“Yeah,” Ashton says.  Calum shrugs and kisses the top of Ashton’s head.

“Oh, are we kissing Ashton now, too?” Michael asks, reappearing.  “Fuck yeah! It’s about time he got with the program.”

“Hey,” Ashton protests.  Michael leans over the couch to press a smacking kiss to his cheek, then miscalculates with Luke and ends up kissing his eyebrow instead of any normal part of his face.

“Okay, love you, bye!” Michael says while everyone laughs at him.  Luke sees him take Calum’s hand before the door closes behind them.

Luke kisses Ashton’s cheek.  Ashton looks at him fondly and gently knocks their heads together.  It makes Luke want to do something drastic, like learn how to fly.  He feels on top of the world.  He feels like things are working out, not just between him and Ashton or between Michael and Calum, but with all of them together.

Ashton kisses him again, and Luke knows that it’s one of a million more kisses that he’ll get.  He’s never going to be kiss-deprived again, and he’s loving it.

[heathered-beinn]

BTS American Hustle Life Ep4

Ep 3 recap: BTS are in LA to learn about hip hop. During that episode they met their dance teacher, Jenny Kita. She set them a few challenges including a solo demonstration, a dance battle against professional dancers, and the task of choreographing a dance routine in small groups. J-Hope’s dance skills shone the brightest throughout which was both a surprise and a delight! Jin, despite being the least proficient dancer in the band, tried really hard and it paid off in the final challenge – he and J-Hope were deserving winners.

We also started to see the friendships between the band members more, which was quite lovely. I really hope this continues in the series.

 On to Episode 4!

Holy cow, that dorm is an absolute pigsty. Ewwww! The amount of water bottles alone makes me want to cry.

Lol, I wonder how RM and Jimin ended up having to clean the dorm up?

They did a good job with it though and somehow managed to find some fun in between. The bathroom scene was hilarious!

Like last episode Jimin appears to have dropped some of his mask. Maybe I’m just seeing things but in this ep he just seems a little softer around the edges - more playful rather than loud and over-the-top. I think RM is good company for him. I’m not sure how to word it without accidentally making it look like I think the other lads treat him poorly (which I don’t believe they do!!) but I think RM is quite respectful to Jimin? As the leader RM’s attention will be pulled in many directions and when he can give spare undivided attention he probably spends it more on his elder bandmates as they are closer to his own age. However, I get the sense that when he does focus on Jimin he does it with the kind of patience and gentleness that the others are maybe not quite so liberal with? That’s not to say he won’t tease Jimin or joke around with him (he does) but so far it comes across as a little warmer than the others perhaps because he’s naturally gentler in nature? I’m probably talking out my **** here but that’s just what I’ve sensed.

One final thing: Jimin’s English is really improving!

So while Jimin and RM are cleaning the dorm, Suga, V, and Jungkook are on laundry duty. LMAO how is that fair? I was thinking that the “chores” were punishment for losing the challenge in Ep3 but Jimin and RM were so close to winning and yet seem to have been given the worst chore?

LOL, how can those three lads make laundry seem so complicated??

They really are big kids – I’m glad they can find ways to have fun though. But ewwwwwwwwww Jungkook, the 3/5/7/10 second rule is a myth, don’t eat things off the ground – particularly in a foreign country!!

Woah!!! they licked each other’s ice creams without hesitation!

To be honest I think it is more of a reflection on my own culture rather than theirs that this seemed so surprising to me. Generally sharing food without the ‘ew that’s got your spit on’ and other hang-ups – particularly between boys - ends around 8-10 years old here.

Jungkook sweetie, I really doubt you’ve put on much weight – are you sure you haven’t just grown another few inches? It certainly looks like you’ve grown. At this point you might end up towering over Suga and Jimin.

Ah so Jin and J-Hope are food shopping. So maybe these chores are not punishments for losing the challenge. I’d still like to know how Jimin and RM got the short straw to clean the dorm lol.

Oh good grief, BTS cooking – after their challenge in the first series I dread to think what poor concoction they’re going to come up with.

OK so J-Hope’s cheese sticks verdict… V = X, RM = XX, Jimin (so cute as he bounded over like an excited puppy) = too polite to use his new English word “disgusting”

Jin’s ham on toast concoction: LMAO at Jin blowing on the forkful before feeding Jimin. No comment on Jimin’s tongue action though…

It seemed to taste okay judging by Jimin’s reaction. RM does not agree lol. It was cute how Jin was feeding the rest of the toast to Jimin and Jungkook like a parent feeding infants.

After what I wrote earlier about RM it’s nice to see the other lads interacting with Jimin more. I wonder if some of the impatience that occasionally comes across is simply down to the editing?

So we move on to a new day and the whole group are heading to Long Beach by foot. Crikey, Jungkook looks like he’s grown another inch over night!! Why on earth is he wearing two layers in the LA heat???!!

It’s great to see that BTS are still ��star struck’ by celebrities. I guess, back then, the band were not that well known – at least not like they are now. They certainly did not cross my radar – not like 1D did.

LMAO – V randomly saying he drooled when he saw Warren G. What?????!!!!

Warren G seems a great guy; very chill and calm with the band. *Again I’m going to say it but I love how BTS have the confidence to say another man looks handsome like they did when admiring the photo in the record store*

Yeah Warren G is a really decent guy.

There’s something fundamentally poetic in the way that Jimin said of Warren G, Snoop Dogg, Nate, (in a tone of amazement and disbelief) “They were just elementary kids but became legends”. I mean, BTS were once ‘elementary school’ kids and while, in that moment, Jimin did not know how big the band would get, the same sentiment applies to BTS.

So their new challenge is to write lyrics based on their own lives to Regulate.

Good boys; slapping on the sunscreen – thumbs up for skin care!

Oh good grief Jin, if the American dorm is slowly becoming like your Korean dorm then I shudder to think what state your Korean dorm is in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oooh so the band are opening up a little about their lives in order to make lyrics for their rap.

After a bit of travelling by bus and making friends with the locals, Jin and J-Hope settle down in a park to talk. We learn Jin started off acting and not singing? Now that’s interesting! Not all of BTS had joining a band or even BTS’ music style in mind from the beginning. Jin also has a brother and he was into hip hop so Jin had some knowledge of it before joining the band.

J-Hope’s turn and he admitted when he first joined the band everyone was a rapper and he was the only dancer which made him feel remote.

This, again, is really interesting to learn as this was the scenario I was pinning on Jimin – unless there were different BTS members back when J-Hope joined? I really don’t know how the band was formed so I hope at some point they talk about this. I liked how Jin admitted he was surprised to hear about J-Hope feelings. They should talk like that more often.

RM and Jimin travel to another part of town – near the school/college that some of the most famous rappers in the music industry attended. I really like the motto of the building “Enter to learn go forth to serve”. I’m not American so I don’t know it’s true connotations but to me it’s simple and strangely compelling. Like; ‘We don’t care who you are either come in and learn and repay by using it to serve the community - or travel forth on down the street and sign up for the army and serve that way. There’s a purpose for everyone.”

RM and Jimin talking <3

Jimin’s answer to what he found difficult when he joined the band is fascinating. While the translation felt a little off, it reads as he cares a lot about what others think of him and doesn’t want to let anyone down or let any of his (self-perceived) shortcomings hold others back. In order to achieve this he spent a lot of time trying to catch up or improve so that no one could easily spot his weaknesses. Ultimately, he wants to care less what others think of him so he can lose some of the pressure? I really think there is a lot more to this “want to care less about what others think” than the vague answer he gave (or was edited in). His starting phrase “I should live quietly for the sake of my team” was quite a loaded sentiment and didn’t quite follow what he said next – definitely some careful editing there.

RM’s sentiment echoes this. He talked about seeing a very over-weight man walking around LA topless and admired the man’s confidence to not care what other people thought. RM wants some of that confidence to stop constantly watching out for what others thought about him. This is the type of pressure many celebrities talk about a lot. In my opinion, any one remotely “famous” are seen as role models (rightly or wrongly) and society holds them to ridiculous standards. Make one mistake and that’s you cancelled like you are some item in a shop that can be returned for a refund. I personally think people have a very skewed idea about what makes a ‘role model’. For me, a role model shouldn’t be perfect but when they do make mistakes they should own up to it, apologise, and attempt to fix or make up for any hurt caused. We, as their fans, need to relearn how to accept an apology, forgive human errors, allow people to learn, and move on. Min rant over.

Moving on: Suga, V, and Jungkook are down near the beach front discussing their lyrics. The way V instantly thought of his Dad tells me he’s quite family orientated. It was touching the way he said he made him the person he was today.

Jungkook’s thoughts where based more on his internal thoughts of himself as a person and a musician. It was very honest of him to admit that back home he’d been pretty confident of his talent but once he joined (BigHit?) he quickly realised there was a lot of people with as much, if not more, talent than him and it knocked his confidence. I wish Suga had spoke more about his own thoughts rather than just write the lyrics.

 Challenge Day:

To be fair, all three groups rose to the challenge and not only had some great lyrics but sounded polished and rehearsed. We only got snippets of the songs but from what we did hear I would struggle to pick a winner. I guess, for me, it would feel like picking one’s persons’ struggles over another’s. Hard to judge.

Lol at Suga oversharing about being in the toilet when he was writing *crying with laughter face*

Awww, Suga, V, and Jungkook won. They definitely tried harder with this challenge than the one in ep 3 so I felt it was deserved.

Final musings:

Another interesting episode. I think the band learned a lot more about hip hop this episode and Warren G was a real gent. We also learned more about each band member in terms of their thoughts and experiences when joining the band. We (I) also learned more about their personalities which hadn’t been so clear in previous eps and series. I think the editing can misconstrue some moments so I’m probably going to re-evaluate my musings on each band member from time to time – this is a good thing though!

Looking forward to ep 5!

[ubernoxa]

The Sip: A Modern Day GNR AU

Chapter 3: The BBQ

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2)

“Is this the place?” Sandy asked me as we pulled up to the house I was at only this morning. The white exterior paired with the large black garage doors were the spitting image of the ones that I saw earlier today. The nerves of seeing Duff again quickly returned when we pulled into his rather spacious driveway.

“Yup, this was the place,” I replied as she parked next to a car that looked at least three times as expensive as Sandy’s.

“We got in the wrong business. We should have become rockstars,” Sandy’s eyes

“I have never been so nervous getting out of a car before in my life,” I joked back as I gently opened Sandy’s car door paying extra care to not hit the very expensive muscle car that she parked next to.

“God, I feel like such a peasant,” I couldn’t agree more with Sandy as I sent Duff a message that we made it. There was no way I was heading in there without knowing where he was. The place was most likely packed to the brim and the fewer awkward interactions I had, the better.

He quickly responded with instructions to head through the back gate which was thankfully unlocked.

The backyard was lined with trees, shrubs and a large fence for what I assumed were put there for privacy. A large pool sitting in the center filled with only a couple people was calling my name. Despite living in California I couldn’t remember the last time I went swimming.

“Wow this place is beautiful,” Sandy said as we walked through the backyard, and I couldn’t agree more. The grass was the greenest grass I had seen in a long time. To my surprise, the place wasn’t as packed as I expected. When we walked in I immediately saw Duff who was original by the grill chatting with Slash. The butterflies in my stomach swarmed into chaos as he walked over towards Sandy and I. Everything about him looked effortless. His blonde and brown hair looked barely styled, but still somehow managed to frame his face perfectly. He looked so causal as he walked over without a shirt on.

Don’t stare Alanah, don’t stare.

“Hey, glad you guys made it! Hopefully it wasn’t to bad of a drive. Want some beers?” I was about to say no due to the fact I was still hung over, but Sandy immediately interrupted me and said yes.

“Where is the bathroom?” I turned in panic towards Sandy was she spoke. She couldn’t just leave me alone with Duff! What if there is a like awkward silence or I say something stupid?

Once he gave her directions she whispered in my ear, “Go get him tigress.”

What the literal fuck. I love her to death, but what the fuck?

“What type of beer do ya want?”

“The alcoholic type,” the words left my mouth before my brain processed what I was about to say. Jesus Christ, he must think I’m such a weirdo.

I felt relief flow through me as he laughed and shook his head.

“Trust me, the only type of beer we have here is the alcoholic type,” his damn smirk shined again as he opened the cooler.

“Pick your poison,” my eyes darted from beer to beer trying to decide which one I should get. A purple tinted one caught my eye and I reached down to grab it.

“BlackBerry...interesting,” I looked at him and he still had his damn smirk on his face. I felt like he was a psychologist or something, studying me.

“Don’t mock it until you try it,” I shrugged before twisting the cap of and followed Duff to some chaise lounges.

“Feel free to keep your crap here, we have towels if you want to go for a swim. The water is actually heated which is kinda refreshing in the Fall. It’s a bitch in the summer though because you feel like a damn lobster being boiled when one of your band mates decides to leave the heat on overnight and doesn’t tell you,” As he spoke I placed my bag on the lounge and took my shirt off revealing the top piece of my bikini. No one else was swearing a shirt so why should I?

I definitly spent an hour or so digging through my dresser trying to decide which bikini to wear. I wasn’t trying to impress Duff, I just wanted to look good...I wanted to look good when Duff saw me...so maybe I was trying to impress him, but that doesn’t matter. I settled on this cheetah print one thanks to some advice from Sandy on how I shouldn’t look like a total slut in front of him just yet. Plus who doesn’t like a good animal print?

I felt his eyes on me as I took another sip of my beer and now it was my turn to smirk. So the rockstar was a fan of cheetah print? Good to know.

By now I assumed that Sandy had found someone else to occupy her time, probably someone of the male variety, so it was just me and Duff. Fuck.

“So..is this your place?” I asked him before taking another sip of my delicious beer. Who knew that alcohol could taste this good?

“Yup, it was my first big purchase!” I smiled at him as pride shot through his features. I figured this place must have been a huge upgrade from his last place.

“Well it is very very nice and puts Sandy’s and my place to absolute shame,” I made hand gestures in attempt to dramaticise how much nice his place was.

“So what does one do to have a not as nice place to live,” his playful tone caught me off guard.

“Well you saw my Instagram page when you DMed me, so you know the answer to that,” If he was going to play, I was going to tease right back.

“Social media influencer is one of the broadest job titles in the world,” he laughed back making my heart skip a beat. I loved his contagious laugh.

“Hmm and you didn’t look at ANY of my photos or click the link in my bio?” I continued my teasing efforts making sure that a smile stayed on his face.

“Are you asking if I stalked you on social media?” His voice was almost a whisper as he spoke. I could barely hear him above the music that filled his backyard.

“Now that’s not fair I asked you a question first,” I finished my drink placing it down on the ground next to me as I spoke.

He laughed again, and asked another question I assume to avoid answering mine,”what do I do?”

“Okay, there is no way in hell knowing what you do is comparable to you knowing what I do,” I laughed back at him. He definitly stalked me on Instagram. I knew it because he accidentally liked one of my photos from a couple months back. Was he too proud to admit it?

“What would you define as what you do then, just pretend we live in a world without social media,” whenever he spoke, his smile never faltered. I thanked God for the beer that calmed my nerves.

“Well that sounds like a scary world, Rockstar,” I teased back. It would mostly be a scary would because I would be unemployed but that is besides the point.

“Ohh so my name is Rockstar now?”

“Why yes it is Mr Rockstar!”

“Alright YouTuber,” he teased back before finishing off his own beer.

“So you did look,” I smiled as he finally admitted it.

“Prove it!” He challenged back.

“You just did,” I winked before standing up and looking around for somewhere to place my beer.

“Do you remember meeting the guys last night,” he raised an eyebrow at me as I shook my head not. If I was being honest I remembered jack shit from last night.

“Come on then, let’s go meet the guys,” he grabbed my hand and I followed him over to where Steven was chatting up some girl.

“Stevie, this is Alanah from last night,” I couldn’t help but smile as he pulled me in for a hug.

“How could I forget my karaoke partner?” He cheered earning some laughter from Duff. It was clear that he was trying to hide it but horribly failed.

“Karaoke?” Dear god, how much of a fool did I make myself out to be.

“Yeah, is recommend leaving the musical stuff to the professional, and sticking to your day job,” Duff teased back.

“What’s your day job?” The girl next to Stevie asked.

“I don’t know Duff aka Social media stalker, what is my job?” I turned towards Duff unable to hid my smirk. He was going to admit that he stalked me on social media. It was only a question of when.

“Well Duff that’s another thing us band mates got in common,” I turned towards Stevie to glare at him for him ruining my setup to making him admit he stalked me, but I couldn’t. His smile was too contagious.

“Well I hope you’re better at it than him. This newbie here accidentally liked a picture of mine from a few months ago?” I looked back at him to see him laughing and shaking his head.

“If you knew, why did you want me to admit it?”

“I like watching you squirm,” it wasn’t a lie. It was kinda funny to see the big famous badass rockstar squirm.

“You down for shot hill tonight?” Stevie asked before Duff and I were going to leave to probably go meet someone else I had completely forgotten about.

“You know that ain’t a question. We can use the plastic ones in the basement. I actually bought them for this. I don’t want to be cleaning up glass again. Make sure to tell Izzy and Axl. They have to chose which one of them is setting the game up,” Duff replied before we left. What the hell was shot hill. Did they just stack a bunch of shots on a hill and drink them?

“Shot hill?” I quizzed Duff before we met another one of his bandmates.

“It’s a game of shots, just make sure when we play it you’re fully dressed because we will probably be on a team together,” I felt him quickly look me up and down, but before I could make a sarcastic remark back I heard someone yell that dinner was ready. I guess my questions will have to wait.

[crzygirls]

exo (ot9) reaction: another idol flirts with their s/o

Hi sweetie! Can I get an Exo reaction where some other idol starts flirting with their s/o?? Love you!!💕💕

minseok ✦

minseok doesn’t strike me as an overly jealous person, so watching another idol flirt with his significant other wouldn’t push too many buttons. this is because he trusts you so wholeheartedly, he knows that you wouldn’t intentionally reciprocate flirtatious behavior with someone that isn’t him. even if you do happen to laugh a little too loudly at this person’s jokes or accidentally graze their arm while grabbing your drink, he seems to have a really high level of eq, so he would be really good about keeping calm and reassuring himself that your relationship is too secure for you to cheat on him. i feel as though his level of frustration—because he wouldn’t really get angry—would vary based upon the situation. this idol would have to be doing the absolute most to truly piss him off, but even then he would do his best to respond in a mature fashion.

(ex. “sorry if this comes off as rude, but do you mind?” / “they already have plans then, actually.”)

junmyeon ✧

a well trained leader, junmyeon would know how to conduct himself in these situations based on past experiences, but that doesn’t mean he’s always perfect about acknowledging these experiences and applying them to current situations. he would try his hardest to be mature, though the only way he knows how to successfully do this while also avoiding awkward conversation is to keep his mouth closed entirely. due to this, it’s inevitable that there is going to be some tension between him and this idol. it’s that gross, thick sort of tension that you can just see when you look at the way the interact (or intentionally avoid doing so). eventually, it’ll get to the point where he’s grown tired of smiling through his distress and nudging your side, so he’ll reluctantly choose to speak up. he would be very good at masking his insecurity-driven anger with a level tone, which can be accredited to many years leading painfully unpleasant interviews.

(ex. “haha, (y/n), do you think we can talk outside? it’s kind of... important.” / “do you mind if we step out? my bandmate is having an emercency and i’m kind of their ride home...”)

yixing ✦

i really do hate the clueless yixing trope, but i honestly don’t think he would notice much if another idol was flirting with you. based on his interactions with interviewers and exo members alike, it’s likely that he would simply interpret this as common behavior between two friends. however, let’s say that he does take notice of the forced flirting this person is throwing at you—it’s just that obvious. he wouldn’t really mind unless you do. this may seem a little contradictory to my first statement, but yixing strikes me as someone who would be very perceptive when it comes to negative feelings. he may not know why immediately, but he would definitely be able to tell when you’re feeling uncomfortable in a certain situation. it’s something that will take a minute or two to click in his head, but he would politely put it to bed as soon as it does. he wouldn’t really care if you’re alright with such conversation, though he’s always ready to go to bat for you. when i say “go to bat,” i mean super bluntly and politely tell this person what’s up, you know?

(ex. “oh my, you guys are so cute!” / “i don’t think they’re comfortable being hit on when their boyfriend is right here...”)

baekhyun ✧

baekhyun can be super outgoing in everyday social situations, so i think you’d be able to see the contrast between his typical behavior and his behavior when he’s jealous. normally, he would be injecting himself into the conversation any chance he gets, talking about relevant topics and things relating back to them. however, when he notices that this idol is flirting with his significant other, his demeanor will change to that of a competitive child. he would narrow his eyes at this person for a moment before taking on a more clingy persona. with two arms secured around your waist, he’ll have you wrapped in a comfortable backhug. his head resting on your shoulder, he would shoot a devious smile toward them. instead of being completely active in the conversation taking place, he would merely respond after you’ve said something or something was said about you. he would go out of his way to show this person how close the two of you are, no matter how petty he comes across as.

(ex. “their eyes are pretty, aren’t they? i tell them that every night.” / “trust me, they’ll be very busy every night this week.”)

jongdae ✦

jongdae would be very similar to baekhyun in his response to jealousy. contrasting to the older member though, i feel that he would try his best to get you away from the idol in question, in addition to becoming incredibly clingy and boastful of your relationship. he seems like the type of person who would be protective, enough to want you away from this person entirely. he would be racking his brain in an attempt to find any good excuse to get you away from them and with friends he trusts a lot more. if he’s unsuccessful, he’ll be very similar to his hyung in that he would go out of his way to mention your partnership as often as possible, yet he’ll do do in the most faux-friendly way possible. his hand won’t be resting on your waist, but rather your ass. not only this, but the second you’re not paying attention, he’ll be giving them the nastiest glare you can imagine. he wouldn’t care about how annoying he’s being; he wants them to get the point and stop hitting on you.

(ex. “new york? that’s so cool! i took them there for our first anniversary and they fell in love.” / “ooh they can’t that day, sorry. i’m taking them out to dinner, but maybe another time, kid!”)

chanyeol ✧

people love to portray chanyeol as this hothead in their aus and such, which i agree with to some degree, but i honestly think that he wouldn’t really know how to react to something that evokes a feeling of jealousy. he wouldn’t be sure how to express his frustration without accidentally taking it out on you, which he wouldn’t risk doing for anything. he wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable as a result of him being weird about it, so he would try his hardest not to let you see that he’s feeling uncomfortable himself. he sees that you’re not reciprocating this inappropriate behavior, therefore he would focus on controlling himself instead. as opposed to blowing up at this idol, he would keep a level head and contribute to the positive atmosphere as much as he can. it wouldn’t be until much later that he allows himself to show his annoyance, as well as confide in you. he would let his forehead smack the steering wheel of his car and do the deepest sigh before unloading everything—starting from how weird that person was and ending with his great efforts not to make you a spectacle.

(ex. “like, the way they were looking at you was so diabolical, i almost lost it for a second there.” / “i was ready to body someone, but i really tried to stay friendly for your sake.”)

kyungsoo ✦

on top of kyungsoo’s resting bitch face, he tends to come off as pretty aloof in a lot of social settings, so it may be a bit difficult to tel whether or not he’s jealous. his feelings would be more easily noticeable if this is an idol he’s close with, as you’ll be able to take note of the fact that his contributions to the conversation are becoming more seldom. he’s a very mature person and he’s definitely not the type to cause a scene over his own jealousy; instead, he’ll fall into a mute state. his hand in yours would become more tense listening to this person call you beautiful and watching them place their hand on your shoulder, which would be a dead giveaway. this would be different from the usual quiet behavior we see sometimes during vlives and such, as there’s more of an intensity to it. it’s really hard to put into words, but if you know kyungsoo well, you’ll know when he’s feeling jealous. you won’t be able to see it on his face or in his responses, but if you’re able to read his body language, you’ll know.

(ex. “yeah, that’s cool i guess.” / “mhm, yeah.”)

jongin ✧

maybe my opinion on jongin + jealousy is a little biased because he’s such a teddy bear, but i feel like he wouldn’t really get angry in response to jealousy. instead, i can really see him being hurt when other people—not just idols—flirt with you. he knows you wouldn’t leave him for anyone else, but watching you obliviously laugh with them would cause this hurt feeling in his chest. seeing you so happy around someone who clearly has something more intimate than friendship in mind will make him worry that he isn’t good enough. he would become silent in the moment, and even for the following days to come. his insecurities would temporarily drive a wedge between the both of you until he’s ready to talk it out. the worst part is that you know he isn’t mad about it; you know there’s a deeper reason as to why he got so bent out of shape. no matter how many times you apologize, it still hurts to see someone who’s usually so happy look like the personification of the sun setting on a stormy evening.

(ex. “it’s whatever. it doesn’t really matter anymore, anyway.” / “i don’t know, i just—watching you with them hurt me so fucking much. it reminded me of you and i.”)

sehun ✦

sehun definitely doesn’t do well with jealousy, if you ask me. being the youngest member of the group, he’s so used to getting a lot of attention from his hyung’s. having said that, i feel as though he’s probably grown accustomed to the same sort of treatment in your relationship as well; he’s a bit of a spoiled brat and we all love him for it. part of this is due to his unfamiliarity with expressing his emotions in a healthy way. i feel like eq would be something he has to work on, as he would snap very easily at the sight of another idol hitting on you. anger is typical for most people in a situation like this, but he would do an especially poor job of holding his tongue and keeping his composure. he wouldn’t really be upset at you either, though it may come off that way at first. he would be snarky toward you on the way home because he doesn’t know how to express his feelings without being completely vulnerable, which can be so scary sometimes. as soon as he realizes how he sounds, he’ll be so quick to sigh and sincerely apologize, as well as explain that the other person had annoyed him, not you.

(ex. “not sure where you’ve been for the last two years now, but they’re not on the market.” / “you can take one look at them and tell that they don’t like the way you’re talking to them, so why don’t you go somewhere before it becomes a problem?”)

[ladyofmind]

August is over? Recap time...

First things first... Between Patreon and other tasks, I dropped off towards the end of the month... I’m sure you saw the #CharactersHell board that took my time and, most importantly, brain stuffs.

We have, however, organized it so that future boards should not be as hard as the first one.

As long as it is as well received as it’s other game, by the same @M_arbanassi (on Twiter) #CharactersHell should have just as amazing a community as #CharactersTell. Tell focuses on the characters every week. Hell is a monthly board covering a little bit more, including us authors.

Basically, those two tags are my guaranteed game plays for the foreseeable future. The question will be what other ones will I be playing this coming September?

While I ponder that, here are the old answers...

#wipwordsearch  AKA  #RedLettersTeasers

1- Sly had a way of #schooling his features so that no one could read him. If Gus was happy about it, he could be happy for Gus. Still… "But why do some of the women have pointy weapons?"

2- He followed her lead carefully, since they were not in his place, & he made sure to lower only his top half. They could stare at his jean clad #back side for all he cared.

3- Rolling the blanket over herself like a sleeping bag, Tweet felt for her note #book in the dark, finding where she left the pen in the page, half heartedly scribbling notes she hoped she would understand in the margins.

4- That she would have to cover with make up, and that would have to work for the #bags under her eyes too.

5- At least two of the biggest #gossips of Soul were furiously, but covertly, trying to get her attention.

6- She still needed him around, and Malta would miss her #crush too much.

7- The kindnesses came back ten fold, as Nate catered Martin's musical event, with the chocolate man making a lifelike red guitar that shined as if it had a fresh coat of pearlescent #paint.

8- His long black hair fell to one side, and hardly covered any of the piercing or tattoos, which covered his arms and neck in a sea of darker #colors.

9- Nira wasn't the only one #catching on to the language from exposure.

10- "You don't have to read it, if you don't like it." Woods' movements slowed, as he scrunched #up the material of his shirt.

11- She wasn't by any means an #expert, but one knew quickly which ones felt like sucking lemons, due to the way they pulled her face of their will, and which ones she might want to drink again.

12- The point was made, she was #playing with house money, and she would win.

13- Seemed this new Soulful was #true to it's name, and proving more interesting with each visit.

14- NO WINGS

15- Remmy rolled the window down, and waved at Woods, a sigh escaping him. "#Hurry up slow poke. I think you should be offended, but that's my opinion that you don't always listen to talking.

16- NO ESSENCE

17- Remmy was getting #sick of repeating himself. "Just go talk to Tweet…."

18- By the simple look of a wedged arm and crumpled leg, she knew to #avert her gaze, that seeing the parts of limbs was close enough.

19- Spoiler if posted SLASH

20- Not that this was any type of pet, it was somewhere between a tiger and #house cat in size.

21- NO CASCADE

22- NO LITE

23- "Seems like you have a musical connection with everyone you meet." Her words had been a double-edged #sword to him.

24- One #building caught her eye, with its sheer size and stain glass details.

25- Plus if he loitered too long, he'd be late to #class.

26- Once #inside, she showered and found herself staring into her closet.

27- She needed to remember to encourage them all to have lives #outside the bar.

28- Staff loyalty and respect was next on the ever #growing list.

29- Even nearly #falling onto a guy and barely keeping her red rubies caged looked classy.

30- Angus and Scotty had the good sense to first agree with Woods, and then do their darnedest to get Brandon to #leave while he was still in one piece.

31- They were out in the public, it was #chilly, he was sure there was some law about it, and was she ready for what she was trying to do?

#CharactersTell

1/8- Woods back again! The band and I thought it was time to talk again, especially since this month is art themed, and we are artists *someone snickers* Don't start that again mate… We're glad to be here in… (The Red Letters series)

2/8- Woods- Of course! We're musicians, so that is our favorite.

Brandon- "Women too"

W- "A fine bird's form can be a masterpiece yes, with legs for miles and plump shapes."

3/8- Woods- "Yeah mate, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, couple of car places. It's my passion, so why not go see it in a museum too if you can?"

4/8- Woods- "We play rock music, but I have listened to all kinds in my life. Never know what will inspire that next song of your own."

5/8- Woods- *laughs while the boys chuckle* "I prefer relaxed movies, in the sense that thinking too hard kills the buzz. Ain't nothing too relaxed about the movies I watch, especially if we just finished filming it."

6/8- Woods caught elbowing the blokes on the couch with him. "Unless this is Play boy, the answer to that question has to be music." *preoccupied by trying to help cover Brandon's mouth.*

7/8- Woods- "Maybe you haven't heard of us, but we are already famous for being a band. Tour regularly, another album in the works, so on and so forth. That's my legacy. Rock and roll lifer."

8/8- "Thank god! Woods doesn't shut up. Brandon the lead singer and better showman ready to take control of this band interview…"

9/8- Brandon- "Depends what you're talking about. Realistic women, but their ink can be anything. Just better not be ugly where I have to stare at. Say no to cutesy tramp stamps."

10/8- Brandon- "Sure, action movies are my thing. Love a good Bond girl if you know what I mean…"

11/8- Brandon- "The only art I understand is music. Beyond that, I don't need to fake it, I just don't care."

12/8- Brandon- "Designer all the way. You don’t get on sexy lists wearing ill-fitting bargain basement bullsh*t. Plus the free clothes or marketing money isn't bad when you're famous."

13/8- Brandon- "Women. Enough said."

14/8- Brandon- "Certainly not gentle, in any way. Fair in music consideration, but mostly critical everywhere else."

15/8- "Hey, you want to talk to me too? I'm Remmy, just the friendly security to Woods and occasional band wrangler when the manager is busy." *tips fedora in greeting, stepping up to stand behind Woods on the couch*

16/8- Remmy- "I like visiting museums for my hobbies yes. Then again, it depends on how you define art, as this one puts away food like no ones business, and this one has the habit of being the bands lightweight. That’s weird place art no one asks for…" *taps BGC*

17/8- Remmy- "After listening to this bunch bang around all night and day, I like to listen to a smooth station, or at least some smoother oldies."

18/8- Remmy- "Is it any different than watching the headbangers? Always wonder if they wake up with whiplash the next morning…"

19/8- Remmy- "Besides these guys? Not exactly. Plan on going to see someone and some music will play its part soon enough…"

20/8- Remmy- "My only art is information. Its how I keep Woods safe, keep the band life smooth and easy… Maybe in that way, I have picked up the juggling skill?"

21/8- Remmy- "What are you talking about? That's definitely the sort of question that skips over my head." *tips his fedora and straightens his bigger old school mod style jacket.*

22/8- *Silence until Remmy prods a man* "What? Oh yo! Tour life's been rough man, gotta get your zzz's in when you can. Especially when Remmy rattles on." *straightens up* "I'm Josh aka Angus, and this is Scotty the drummer" *Drums on Scotty's gut to wake him up too*

23/8- Josh-"Got new bass art, and tattoos. My wifey doesn't like me looking at much, or it's an earful."

Scotty-"Man at least you get to look. My wife won't even let me play drums in my house because of the baby. I get kicked out when it screams like a metalhead."

24/8- Josh & Scotty- "The Terminator Mockingbird T800 comes to mind." "Did you ever see the Heineken drums? Or the plastic video game fakeness?" *nudged by other band members before they accidentally speak in unison* "My wife."

29/8- *Both laugh, then Woods speaks for himself and Remmy* "Neither of us draw, and if we did, it would mostly be bollacks and bristols in Sharpies when the other passes out."

R-"It took a week to get the last one off  my chin…"

30/8- *Brandon talks over his bandmates* "There is a rather poorly done, wrong sided sort of bio out about me, but yes, I want more books about me, done CORRECTLY."

[coffee-for-himchan]

Just Kiss Already (Jongup x reader)

Requested by: a lovely anon

Word count: 5.1 k+

Genre/warnings: fluff ❤

Summary: Who knew that upon meeting your best friend Youngjae’s bandmates, Jongup would catch your eye to such extents you wouldn’t be able to think about anything else properly anymore? And who knew you’d do the same to him? Completely shy and oblivious to his feelings, you beg Youngjae to set you two up, only to be surprised by the further events involving nagging mom Himchan, a very awkward car drive and hilariously poorly(or maybe well)-timed confessions. Oh God, the shyness and oblivion was real, but so was the attraction, which is all that mattered.

“What if they won’t like me?”

Youngjae glanced at you in amusement, but understood where your worries were coming from. After all, being introduced to a whole idol group and having to spend the whole evening with them afterwards was quite burdening. Especially when one of the six idols was already a best friend of yours and you had to leave a good first impression to the other five.

“Then it’s the end,” Youngjae carelessly threw out, motioning for you to come along as he went up the staircase to their dorm, “We can’t be friends anymore if they don’t like you, because they can’t possibly think that I hang out with uncool people, understood?”

When he heard no quiet “yessir!” and no noises of approval, his smile died down a little and he turned to face you. Standing in the middle of the stairs, you looked like you were about to either cry or run away. Youngjae’s reaction about your nervousness and slight anxiety had turned from amusement to worry, and he went a few steps down, facing you.

“I’m kidding, I hope you know that,” he said, looking into your eyes and pinching your cheek a second later, “You’re soooooo cute, they’re gonna like you, no matter what. Got it?”

Slowly but steadily, you took a step forwards alongside with him, and with a few more encouraging words resumed walking completely.

“You really have nothing to worry about,” Youngjae did his best to try and sound convincing, “Yongguk hyung is going to be somewhere around, but you literally won’t even catch a proper glance of him. He’s just gonna come over and say hi, and then hide away in some room with the blinds closed and the door shut, making Himchan go check on him every once in a while to see if he’s not dead or something. Himchan hyung’s gonna be all about the cooking tonight, so just expect endless babbling from him when you enter the kitchen. Tip - saying something nice about his dish will brighten his mood like five times.”

You were already chuckling at this point, and Youngjae knew he’d done right.

“Daehyun-ah is just gonna be very loud, that’s a trigger warning for ya. Laugh at his jokes and you’ll be fine. Junhong-ah is a kind tall giant and there’s literally no warnings for him. You know how to ride a skateboard, right? Let that slip in a sentence and conversation’s going to flow like a waterfall. As for Jongup..”

“.. Hell knows what he’ll be up to. Or what you have to do to leave a good first impression. Just, I don’t know.. Be yourself. And don’t be taken aback by his weirdness. He can sometimes be lost in his own tracks.”

B.A.P had just recently moved from their old dorm into a new one, and despite not living at the dorm anymore, Yongguk, Daehyun and Junhong came along to this little celebration dinner of finally having everything set up there that the other three had planned. You felt a little awkward for crashing their little party like that, but Youngjae reassured you it was fine. After all, he’d told them you’d come beforehand and they didn’t mind at all. In fact, they were eager to meet you, or so Youngjae had said at least.

A nice smell coming from the kitchen was the first thing that you felt upon entering the apartment, and next thing you knew there were two little, cute dogs at your feet, wanting to properly greet you and get to know you.

“So Mochii and Tigger were invited too?” Youngjae called out, chuckling as he earned a “yeah, I mean, why not?” from Junhong who was seemingly somewhere in the living room.

“Jae, you should’ve told me there would be dogs,” you told him playfully, “I would’ve came over without hesitation and thinking twice.”

“Same. Where there’s dogs, there’s me,” a voice called from in front of you, and upon lifting your head up, you noticed Junhong had jogged over to properly meet you and introduce himself, even though you already knew who he was.

It all went relatively smoothly from then on, and with Youngjae’s little but useful advice, you managed to get along with everyone more or less quickly. Yongguk was present in the main room, though mostly on his computer or caught up in his thoughts, and Himchan was being a master chef in the kitchen, having just enough time to introduce himself and smile proudly after hearing your comment about the nice smell coming from whatever he was cooking. You figured how Dae paired up with Jae was a combo that could only be considered a complete screaming and teasing mess, but hey, it was fun to watch, at least. And Junhong was the one who engaged into conversation with you for most of the time, playing around with Mochii and occasionally Tigger as well meanwhile.

“Hey, (Y/N), can you go and ask Himchan real quick when he’ll be done?” Youngjae called out, making you nod in response, “I’m starving and he’s taking so long.”

“How dare you order girls around just because you’re too lazy to go and ask yourself,” Daehyun laughed out, about to get up and go ask on his own.

“No, it’s fine. I’ve known him for so absurdly long that I’m already used to it,” you laughed with him, and left the room to go and investigate.

Just to bump into someone in the hallway.

“Oh, I’m sorry.. Noona?”

Jongup. You hadn’t even noticed how he was missing in the environment, since you’d been so busy trying to come off as nice and cool to the others. But now when he stood there in front of you awkwardly, having bumped into you as he exited his room, you were completely nervous. This wasn’t a good start, was it?

“Not a noona, I guess at least,” you corrected quietly as you weren’t really sure about the age difference between you two, making him crack a smile and feel less awkward about the situation.

“I’m (Y/N), Youngjae’s friend.”

“Oh yeah, I remember he said he’d have someone coming along with him today.”

Silence hung over the two of you, and you couldn’t help but stare at the floor in embarrassment. There was something about him that had sparked a different type of reaction in you than the others had, and you simply couldn’t wrap your head around it.

Was it because he was so awkwardly cute? Because you definitely felt like you wanted to get to know him better? And if he’d still be just as interesting to you, maybe plan for something bigger ahead..? 

Way to start off a meeting. You’d met him less than a minute ago and were already planning for the future. Good, right?

“I’m Jongup.”

“I know,” you chuckled a little as he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. Of course you knew, how could he think you didn’t.

“Well.. Welcome then. Try to tolerate us as good as possible,” he smiled at you shyly, feeling the need to do something, but not knowing what.

“A handshake’s too formal, let’s just hug already,” he quickly and quietly blurted out and before you could react, wrapped his arms around you to give you a nice, little welcoming hug. You were barely able to react when he was already off to the living room, leaving you to stand alone in the hallway.

Why was he so cute?

Himchan was in fact almost ready, and soon everyone was gathered to have dinner. It definitely was something, as all the food tasted very nice. Sitting in between Youngjae and Daehyun, you couldn’t help but stare at Jongup who was in front of you, smiling shyly every time your eyes accidentally met.

Being on the edge of blushing was exactly how you felt for this whole evening, and after the goodbyes had been said and you and Youngjae were walking down the staircase since he had promised to drive you home, there was still only one person occupying your mind.

Jongup.

“Say, were my eyes tricking me or were you actually staring at one particular person this whole evening?” Youngjae teased as he drove down the street.

“Youngjae-ah, why the hell didn’t you tell me he was like this?” you basically squeaked, making him let out a laugh and raise a brow in surprise.

“What is it about Jongup that left you so mesmerized?”

“He’s so cute,” you mumbled, causing Youngjae to laugh a little, “And with so cute I mean so cute I can’t handle it. Youngjae-ah, he’s awkward and shy and he doesn’t know how to get his point across sometimes because he’s nervous, just to be a complete savage the next time around, and-”

“Okay, okay, I get it. It’s not like you weren’t drooling all over the place already when we watched his live stage together back then. I figured you had a thing for him,” he laughed, making you blush a little. But Youngjae was a friend who you could have these talks with. And you didn’t hesitate to be bold in your desires.

“Youngjae-ah, you’ll need to help me.”

“Help you with what?”

“I need him to like me back-”

“Wow wow, hold on. So basically you’d just met him today in person for the first time, and you’re already saying you like him in full seriousness?”

A little silence followed, with an ashamed “y-yes” right after.

“That sure escalated quickly-”

“Look, are you on my side or what??”

He laughed even more, making you feel a mixture of amusement and frustration.

“Oh, should I be?”

“Yes!! You have to be on my side, and you have to help me, because Jongup is cute and he’s quite cool and I really like him and I want to get to know him and-”

“Okay, okay, stop babbling,” he cut you off, stopping at a red light and facing you, “I got it. Jongup’s cute. Cuter than Mochii and Tigger together. He’s the best. He’s so awkwardly cute it breaks your heart, and-”

“I’ll hit you if you continue-”

“And I should help you or you’re never going to let me live in peace ever again, right?” he said, seeing you frantically nodding.

“Okay, wish granted in that case. Call me Cupid from now on,” he said, making you relax in your seat and stare out of the window. Were you acting stupid? Definitely. But Jongup had just sparked a feeling of desire in you from the very first encounter, and you wanted to get to know him properly. Oh, and leave him wanting another meeting with you, causing him to feel the same type of emotions.

You felt quite awkward and embarrassed the following days, but despite all of that Youngjae had seemingly gotten invested into his new position as “Cupid”. He took it in full seriousness, and had already made various plans to set you two up, all of them hilariously absurd and stupid.

“And what if, like, you suddenly trip and then, like, accidentally knock him to the ground with you?”

“Youngjae-ah, are you stupid or what-”

“And then like do it so he accidentally kisses you in the process too-”

“YOUNGJAE-AH, stop it, I-”

“But like, react shocked. Don’t be all over him in seconds, clinging and basically screaming “oh yes, Jongup-ah, yes, take me,” and-”

“HAJIMA, YOUNGJAE, HAJIMA.”

Despite his rather hilariously stupid behavior, Youngjae was a big help with dealing with your crush. He’d made various plans for how to possibly get you two into conversation, but what pained you the most was that most of those involved some type of lies.

Tell him you’re that, or say you have this and that and can do all of those different cool things. You couldn’t say that, because in reality you possessed none of it, and you wanted him to like you for who you were. For the same reasons you liked him - you wanted him to like you for your personality, talents and behavior. So while Youngjae made up different rather stupid and unrealistic plans, you simply sat there and thought about it.

What did you have to offer?

You were invited over on various occasions from now on, no matter where the guys were - in the practice rooms or at the dorm, hell, maybe even somewhere at the studio or on the streets mid-schedules to get lunch or something. And it was always a three-piece type of thing, with only Youngjae and Jongup involved while you seemingly tagged along.

“He’s suddenly so nice to me, I don’t know what hit him,” Jongup had told you once, making you chuckle because oh boy, he sure knew nothing about what was going on. And, to be honest, you hoped he’d never find out - it indeed was quite embarrassing.

It would sometimes go to absurd extents. Youngjae would leave you two alone in situations where you simply wouldn’t be able to sit in silence, and sometimes would excuse himself to go away at the most random times, telling you two he had things of first importance to do. Jongup never seemed to mind though, and it even surprised you. He’d just softly smile at you, and tell you he was sorry you were stuck with only him from then on.

“Why are you sorry though?” you asked him, eyeing him up and down in confusion as he seemed to be a little embarrassed.

“I mean, you probably wanted to hang out with Youngjae.. I don’t even know if you don’t mind the fact he’s always taking me along nowadays.. And now he’s away and you’re stuck with just me again.”

“Are you serious?” his head shot up at the sentence, and once again he’d left your heart beating a little faster. He was so perfect, yet so shy and unsure about himself and his personality. Like a lost puppy, and that made you love him even more.

“Jongup, I really like hanging out with you, actually,” you said, hoping it wouldn’t sound that bold and would come out rather friendly, “And I’m glad you’re always tagging along.”

“Youngjae’s a bit of a pain in the ass to be honest, don’t you agree?” you said and heard a little, heartfelt laugh escape him, making your heart flutter at the sound of it. Despite always chuckling, an audible laugh rarely escaped him, and the rare, unusual sound immediately got caught up in your ears and your heart.

“He’s got no chill. And he never stops screaming. So let’s just enjoy some solitude together while he’s away, that is, if you don’t mind..”

“Not at all,” he was smiling sheepishly, with half-closed eyes, “In fact, I don’t mind him being gone. I like spending time with you.”

* * * * *

“YOUNGJAE-AH!!”

“Wow, stop screaming already,” he told you once he picked up the phone that evening, making sure to lock the door to his room so no one would walk in or hear your conversation.

“I could always say the same to you-”

“C'mon, spill it out already,” he was sitting on the edge of his bed, and suddenly felt like a schoolgirl for acting this way. Eager to know some romance-related gossip from his best friend.

“He likes spending time with me, Youngjae-ah! Do you hear?” you basically squealed as your giggles filled the room.

“You’re acting like a teenager again, c'mon, get it together-”

“Oh shut it, what do you know,” your voice sounded a mix of happy and dreamy, and to be completely honest, he liked hearing you sound like this. You were happy, and that was the main thing.

“I know a few more different plans to get you two together,” he announced, and started talking, despite your groans of disagreement.

Meanwhile Himchan was just minding his own business in his room, casually listening to music and browsing through Instagram, when the door creaked open and the shadow of a familiar silhouette peaked through the doorway.

“Jongup-ah. What’s up?”

“Himchan hyung, I need advice,” he simply said, and upon getting a nod that he could walk in and make himself comfortable on the bed, he simply started talking without any ceremonies, getting straight to the point.

“I like (Y/N).”

“Congrats, I guess?” Himchan simply answered, not taken aback by the statement at all as for him, it had been bloody obvious all along, “So what am I supposed to give you advice for now?”

“How do I make her like me back?”

He wasn’t an expert, but Jongup knew he could be the most romantic and thoughtful of all when it came to talking to girls, so he decided to ask Himchan over anyone else.

“Why are you coming to me though? You should go and ask Youngjae, he’s her best friend after all-”

“But Youngjae hyung will just tease me and ruin everything. Not to be mean, but I’m like a 100% sure that’s how it will go.”

“Jongup-ah, I don’t know what to tell you..” Himchan trailed off just to be met with Jongup giving him puppy eyes, begging him for any type help or advice.

“Oh God, if this was for anyone else, I swear..” he saw Jongup smile in return, and smiled himself.

“I just recalled a situation from a year ago when I met a girl that had sparked an interest in me. I waited for too long, and she found another,” Himchan trailed off, but collected himself before Jongup could say anything comforting, “Anyways, don’t make the same mistake. We’ll think of something.”

Jongup wandered back to his room, lying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling. He was convinced he’d never met another that resembled you, or at least no girl had ever occupied his mind to such extents. You had the prettiest smile, the cutest laugh and the most open and beautiful personality he’d ever seen. And he suddenly found himself thinking about you late in the evenings, wishing you’d be there with him to help him fall asleep.

It was a particular Wednesday when everything went down. Went down swinging, and in a more awkwardly hilarious fashion you’d ever expected.

“C'mon, we’re waiting!!” Youngjae exclaimed when he noticed Jongup leaving the building. You both were sitting in his car and waiting for him to come join the two of you. You were in the passenger’s seat, smiling widely until you noticed another figure leaving the building and following Jongup closely. Himchan.

“Hyung, what are you doing here?” Youngjae asked in an a little irritated tone as he approached with Jongup, smiling innocently and sheepishly.

“I need your help.”

“Make it quick, in that case. We’re leaving soon-”

“Wow, how rude. Have some respect.”

“Okay, okay, hyung. Just what exactly do you need?”

“Come along. It won’t take long.”

With grumpy, sarcastic remarks thrown all around the place, Youngjae got out of the car and followed Himchan back to the studio building while Jongup quietly got into the backseat, lovingly greeting you right as he climbed into the car. Even he was clueless on Himchan’s plans, but he figured he just had to trust him.

“Okay, spill it, hyung. What is it that you want me to do in order to let us live in peace and without disturbance?” Youngjae spat as Himchan took him by the arm and pulled him along.

“You know, I’ve left quite a few instruments here over the time, and I need them back at the dorm now. There’s two guitars, and the janggu, and-”

“Stop right there. Do you want me to drive you and your instruments back to the dorm now?” Youngjae laughed out loud, “My car trunk’s full, and we can’t really get all of that in the backseats and still have four of us in the car at the same time, so sorry, hyung… Wait a minute.. Why don’t you use your own car anyways!?”

Himchan only smiled sheepishly in return, which made Youngjae let out a shaky, irritated breath.

“Look, I don’t have time for this,” he said, deciding it would be best to spill, “I’m on a “get-Jongup-and-(Y/N)-together” mission, and we have to leave now. So why don’t you bother someone else-”

“What a coincidence. Looks like we’re on the same mission,” Himchan said, folding him arms and making Youngjae gasp in surprise before laughing out.

“So he likes her.”

“He won’t shut up about her.”

“Wow, same here. My ears already hurt from all of the lovey-dovey confessions-”

“In that case, just do as told to finally make those two confess. And trust me,” Himchan said, having a rather good idea in mind, “We could get this sorted even today if we tried properly-”

“But let’s tease the hell out of them first! Oh, please!!”

“Fine,” Himchan rolled his eyes, walking further down the hall with Youngjae who was now bouncing at every step he took, all happy and energized once again.

You were more than convinced conversation with Jonghp had become rather awkward over the past time, since you couldn’t even look at him without blushing anymore. But as Youngjae and Himchan came back with a bunch of instruments in hand, you were more puzzled than embarrassed.

Filling the backseats of the car up with the instruments, because according to Youngjae his trunk was already full, there was mild confusion on what to do now. Jongup was sitting at the back, with no space for another person next to him whatsoever, and Youngjae was behind the steering wheel.

“Hey, Jongup-ah,” Himchan called out as he opened the passenger’s door up, leaving you puzzled beyond belief, “Do you mind letting (Y/N) sit in your lap until we get all of this back to the dorms? There’s simply not enough room in the car, and I doubt you’d want to let me sit in your lap instead.”

“Um, e-excuse me?” you quietly yelped, looking up at Himchan who didn’t seem to spare you a single glance. You didn’t even know what to do anymore. Should you be happy, or should you run away in shame and embarrassment? You didn’t have the time to think, as Jongup spoke shyly from the backseat.

“I mean, I-I don’t m-mind..”

Way to make it awkward, but you had nothing other left than to obey. Upon opening up the door on Jongup’s side, he looked up at you and smiled shyly, making your heart burst from how cute and awkwardly lost he seemed.

“Move it, (Y/N), c'mon. We don’t have the whole day ahead of us,” Youngjae called, and before you could react, a hand was gently placed on your wrist, tugging you a little to come forwards.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). I don’t mind,” Jongup said quietly, and you carefully got into his lap, closing the door and yelping a little as Youngjae started driving rather harshly.

He did it on purpose, you were more than certain, as you couldn’t recall him being a this bad driver - taking sharp turns, stopping abruptly and speeding up the vehicle without any previous warnings. But it made Jongup wrap both of his arms tightly around you and hold you close, just so you wouldn’t smash your heard somewhere.

“I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable,” he quietly said just for you to hear, and only now you realized how stiff and numb you’d been this whole time, sitting up straight with your body as far as possible from his.

“No, no, it’s alright,” you reassured him, trying to somehow seem a little less stiff.

“It just doesn’t seem like it. You know, you can, like.. Lean back if you want to. It will be much more comfortable,” he quietly said, and you decided to obey. Slowly sinking back, you found yourself fully leaning against chest, with his head resting on your shoulder.

“See? I think this is better,” he told you shyly, making you chuckle.

“Maybe it really is… ”

You’d gotten so used to the position what when Youngjae stopped his car in front of their apartment complex you cursed a little. Taking out all the instruments, him and Himchan promised to be back in a minute and headed to the staircase.

“Too bad,” you chuckled, about to slide out of his grip, “I was quite comfortable.”

“Then stay here,” Jongup blurted out, making you freeze on spot.

“A-are you sure?” you threw him a glance, earning a cheeky grin.

“Yup.”

Youngjae and Himchan got in the car, and seemingly didn’t mind the sight in the backseat at all. The decision to drive off to get some food was made rather quickly, and you even let Youngjae pick the place. After all, you didn’t quite care anymore, did you?

Getting out of the vehicle was rather displeasing to you, but as you headed to the entrance of the cafe Youngjae had chosen, Jongup managed to quickly blurt out “I don’t mind if there’ll be only three free seats in the cafe either” before leaving rather shyly to go and discuss something of first importance with Himchan.

There were four seats though, and you felt a little releaved when you sat across Jongup and next to Youngjae, ordering some food and throwing jokes around until the next move from both masterminds was pulled.

“Where are you going?” Jongup asked quietly as they both stood up, leaving.

“Oh, we’ll be back soon. I feel like I left the lights on in the apartment, so we’ll just go and check real quick.”

They headed out, leaving you two alone to mind your own business.

“That’s not the actual reason they left, is it?”

“I doubt it is. It’s daytime. Why would they even need to turn on the lights in the first place?”

“What’s up with those two!?”

Despite everything they said they’d do, they simply sat in the car and waited for further events.

“Okay, so you just left them to eat together. What now, commander?” Youngjae asked rather harshly, knowing he had no ideas left himself, but being aware they needed something better than that to make it work.

“I’ve got another idea up my sleeve. But don’t call me stupid.”

Oh, Youngjae indeed was about to call him stupid when they stood in front of the roller skating rink, but all doubts and mean comments vanished when he realized what all of this was about. You couldn’t roller skate. And neither could Jongup.

“Youngjae-ah, help me!” You cried out and laughed as you tried to skate, but found the floor to be too slippery to properly do so.

“You’re too slow for me,” he said, skating past, “But looks like Jongup’s having trouble. Maybe you can go and fall together, and stop bothering me.”

Hell, even if you didn’t want to you were still made to do it, being constantly pushed into each other’s arms by Himchan and Youngjae. What seemed awkward at first soon felt appropriate, and at some point he even shamelessly got a hold of your hand, telling you he thought he’d gotten a grip on it and pulling you along, making you feel at least halfways stable on those damn roller blades.

Despite everything, you had to admit it was more than simply fun. There wasn’t anything that indicated Jongup wanting to let go of you, as he constantly kept finding excuses to get a hold of you. You fell? Oh, he had to hold your hand from now on so you wouldn’t fall again. You were bored of simply skating around? He tried to spin you around, just to get a hold of you and wrap his arms around you afterwards, chuckling right into your ear happily as you did the same. It was like you’d found a little piece of heaved, and you never wanted to leave or let go.

It was already evening and it was quite dark when you exited from the skating rink, laughs filling up the air at Jongup’s sudden savageness towards Youngjae. His arm was loosely thrown around your shoulder, and you had to admit you’d never felt this comfortable. And you’d never felt like he could have a thing for you, but after all of today’s events you thought it was more than simply possible.

The last drop needed was Himchan’s little bump into you that made you stumble to Jongup’s side, causing him to put his free hand on your side and hold you close. All attention was suddenly on both of you, and at any other point you would’ve been simply embarrassed, and would’ve scurried away as soon as possible. But things had changed along the line, and you felt like staying in his grip for a little longer.

The car ride came first. After all, he could’ve told you to get off, but he didn’t - he told you to stay. Then the cafe when you simply had fun one-on-one time, laughing and joking around cutely and silently thanking that you were left alone. And everything that followed - the roller skating, and your constant clinging at each other. Plus, the sentences that had escaped him all through the day sounded oh so genuine and loving you couldn’t not believe them.

“You are so pretty, (Y/N).”

“I’m glad they left, I like being alone with you.”

“Do you mind if I hold your hand? I just want to make sure you won’t fall, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Hell, you couldn’t take it anymore. It all seemed like a bunch of green lights to you, and to him as well. It was a moment when everyone had suddenly understood what had happened, without any previous warnings.

“Are you and Youngjae on the same team?” You simply asked Himchan, receiving an approving nod.

“What a plot twist, right?”

“I mean, if you ask me it was pretty obvious from the start,” Youngjae said, earning an immediate glare from Himchan.

“Pretty obvious!? You didn’t even figure it out yourself until I told you! Yah, the things I do for Jongup-ah. I even put up with your annoying existence for the whole day just to try and get him and the girl of his dreams together-”

“Ahh, so you’re the one with issues here, yeah? Don’t think I’d be alright with listening to your nagging without a single comeback for the whole day if it wasn’t for my best friend (Y/N) over here who’s been talking about nothing but Jongup ever since she first met him. God, I wanted them to be together so we could talk about something normal once again.”

“Do you hear guys? Just kiss already-” Himchan and Youngjae turned to face you both, stopping mid-sentence after realizing it wasn’t necessary anymore.

You were doing it already anyways.

“Take a picture.”

“Working on it already.”

Yeah, they were babbling about something in the background, but who cared? You didn’t, and either did Jongup. As soon as the first words about the plot twist left Himchan’s lips and he turned to playfully argue with Youngjae, you both were left chuckling at your own childishness, oblivion and stupidity.

“You really asked Youngjae?”

“Well, you asked Himchan…”

But nothing really mattered, including the people you’d asked to help you out. It felt like only the two of your were left on this planet, and he didn’t hesitate to let you know how he truly felt about you, putting a hand on your cheek and tugging your face closer to his.

“Guys, ew,” Youngjae exclaimed as you pulled away, making both of you start giggling right at each other’s faces.

“Look at them, all happy and giggly. And kissy and cuddly and everything. Just ew,” he continued, just to get slapped in the arm by Himchan.

“Wasn’t this the main objective!?”

“I thought it was, yeah, but now that I think of it the thought of them being together just seems weird.”

“Oh, shut it, too late,” you said just to be shut up yourself by another kiss, one that you didn’t anticipate in the lest, yet returned fully, smiling happily all through it as you felt like you’d just won the lottery.

It was a long evening of “omg”, “stop it”, “ew, gross” and thousands of other different phrases and remarks by Youngjae-yours-truly as Himchan tried to get him away from both of you to leave you to live in peace. But nothing really mattered anyways, as at the end of the day you’d gotten just what you’d been wanting the most in the past time, and Jongup got what he’d desired too.

Sitting in the backseat of the car as you were driven back home, you couldn’t help but lean your head on Jongup’s shoulder, just to earn a soft, little kiss to your temple.

“I thought I was stupid, but you’re just as dumb as me,” you chuckled, making him laugh as well.

“Let’s be dumb and dumber together then, in that case.”

“Is this your way of asking me out?”

“Well, would that work?”

“Moon Jongup, do you really think it wouldn’t at this point?”

And the rest was history. A history full of an awkwardly cute relationship accompanied by the never ending “ew, guys, stop it” by Youngjae and the punches to Youngjae’s arm or gut for saying such remarks by Himchan. Nothing ever changed, and that was by far the best about the whole situation. You’d always love Jongup, and he’d always love you. And you’d forever continue being awkwardly cute together.

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promise me | pjm

a/n: this took super long to write but it was super fun!!! i love it so much ❤❤

genre: fluff, a dab of smut, author!reader

warnings: smut mentions,

pairing: jimin x reader

words: 5.2k

The book store was like a secret sanctuary for you. You liked to spend hours on end, wandering the seemingly looming bookshelves. By now, you had probably read every book inside that bookstore, but it didn’t matter. You loved every single piece of ink covered paper all the same.

No one ever read anything anymore. Since technology had advanced, there was no need to read anymore. No need for paperbacks or hardcovers. Instead, people could pull out a new gadget and pull up whatever they want on that. You, on the other hand, was always the odd one out. You had been handed these things all your life, but your heart had always yearned for the feel of rough surface instead of thin technology.

Most people that read your work don’t recognize you. There aren’t many of those people, but there are enough to prove that you are indeed a successful author. However, your appearance contrasts to what everyone thinks you are, and you have yet to show your face to the world. Instead, you had put a portrait drawn by none other but yourself in the back of the book, giving them the only hint of your facial features that they would ever get.

To those who see you, though, you appear to them as a slightly taller girl. You’re lanky, but not too skinny. Your hair is on the curlier side, which tends to bother you every day. Large, round frames of glass sit on your face, and freckles dimple the surface between your eyes as well as under them. You dress like a normal journalist; big brown trench coat with big pockets, leggings, a baggy shirt, a book bag, converse and a beanie. You’re a hippie to the world as it is now.

What you don’t expect to encounter while disappearing into your mental world, as a fact, is bumping into a hard figure that wasn’t the bookshelf. Instead, it was around your height, maybe even a few centimeters taller, but that’s it. You stumbled back, the words on the tip of your tongue as his wide brown eyes met with your panic filled green eyes.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you blurted, the words curling off your tongue and into the air as quickly as possible, a slight stutter tagging along as your heart began thumping in your chest. You didn’t like talking to people, you were possibly the most anti-social person you knew. Anxiety made it hard to have friends, as you were constantly apologizing for things you didn’t even realize weren’t your cause.

Upon blurting, you began taking in what the boy looked like. He had ashy brown hair, obviously newly dyed as streaks of blonde poked out here and there. Personally, you thought it added character, but you barely knew this guy, let alone were you on a base where you could compliment his hair. He had a cute face, too, with wide, puppy like brown eyes and thick, plump lips. His nose was small, and it complimented him.

However, he seemed to be pure muscle from what you had bumped into, as well as the skin tight shirt currently hugging him beneath his baggy hoodie. You were too busy analyzing him, that you didn’t realize he had began talking, all whilst looking highly amused. A deep shade of red covered your face, now cancelling out your freckles as your cold hands slipped into the deep, rough fabric of your jacket.

“You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?” He hummed, his voice sweet as honey and thick in the air. You would’ve normally been swooning if you didn’t know who he was. If the hair didn’t give it away, his voice and muscle did. This wasn’t just some normal commoner you had ran into.

No, it had to be world famous vocalist Park Jimin.

“I, uh, no,” you cleared your throat, looking down at your feet, which were nervously shifting. You just wanted to disappear into thin air at that moment, but you couldn’t. He chuckled in the background, you could hear the almost angelic sound. How could anyone not? Then again, it was most likely just you two in the book store for right now.

A hand that was more on the tan side flew through his hair, letting some of the strands fall back and then onto his forehead. “I said it was okay, and that you seemed to be in your own private mind world.” He described, a finger tapping his temple. You noticed a large brown freckle there, and it intrigued you. You snapped out of it early though, he was famous, and you weren’t.

“I totally was, I didn’t see you at all. Anyways, carry on, I’ll just…” You swallowed, a bead of sweat rolling down your neck. It was the worst time ever to start sweating out of cold nerves, but here you were. You quickly tried to slip away, laughing in panic and fake happiness.

But before you could disappear into the bookshelves completely, he suddenly yelped, “wait!”. You felt a hand wrap around your arm, surprisingly warm, stopping you in your tracks. You tripped, almost falling, but Jimin thankfully saved you from that horrible path by pulling you back up. Otherwise, you would be on the ground by now, embarrassed and with a flushed face. This time, he had a motive to try to talk to you.

“Actually, I was going to ask- do you know where I can find the book ‘Promise Me?’ I heard the series was really good, and yet, I can’t find it.” He said, this time voice riddled with a sheepish tone. Your eyes widened. ‘Promise Me’ was a series you had written and was still writing. Someone like him was trying to read your books. The thought hit you like a bullet, ripping through your mind and almost destroying your ability to do anything else.

You didn’t let that show on the outside though. Instead, you freed yourself of his grip, your tongue darting out to lick your lips ever-so-quickly before disappearing. You were pushing up your glasses, already leading him to the shelf where you had memorized the fact your books rested here. “Yeah, actually, follow me.”

The bookshelf was only around two footsteps away, yet you still stumbled, accidentally tugging Jimin forward. With an embarrassed huff, you let him go and pointed to the very bottom shelf of the tall, brown case. You needed to get out of there, and fast, if you were to survive the rest of the world’s wrath.

He didn’t have time to look up and say anything, though, because you were already bolting out of the store. With a jolt you realized you had really been sweating, because the part under your glasses where the bridge of your nose was had collected some of the drops. You wiped your nose quickly, now paying attention to your surroundings.

Rain was falling, a loud pattering sound echoing throughout the city as it hit the gray cement. Cars didn’t help; tires hit the large puddles beginning to accumulate on the side of the road, and you groaned as you realized you had to walk in this. Flipping up your hood, you quickly looked around again before heading straight towards your rather small apartment building.

The next time you saw Park Jimin wasn’t necessarily in real life. Instead, him and his boy group were doing a showcase on the TV that you had decided to turn on while brainstorming for your third installment of the series you had been working on for a while. You were extremely surprised to hear certain words tumble out of the now silver haired boy.

“Also, shout out to the author of the ‘Promise Me’ books. You write really beautiful books, and I can’t wait for the third book.” He seemed to say, the words filtering through your TV. You whipped around, eyes wide as you stared at the TV, almost dumbfounded.

You were so dumbfounded that you didn’t notice the chair you were currently resting in was tipping over. Within seconds of turning around, you were thrown onto the ground, chair clashing with your body after you hit first. It didn’t break, but you felt like you did. Pain throbbed all spots of your body, mostly the right side as you shifted, pushing the chair up and off of you.

The glasses you were wearing had fallen onto the ground, and you stumbled to find them, quickly putting them back on when you did find them so that you could see. You put the chair back to where it was originally, huffing with effort. A hand flew up to wipe the beads of sweat now forming on your forehead, attention falling back to the wide box in the front of your small apartment room.

The camera had moved on from Jimin and now was focusing on another bandmate, who you barely remembered the name of. It was like… Jungkook? Yeah, you were sure that was his name. He was seemingly the youngest, and had a very boyish look. His face contrasted his body, though. You clicked your tongue, shaking your head slightly as you turned back to the laptop setting upon the hickory desk you had managed to force into the room.

‘First sentence… first sentence…’ Your mind urged at you, trying to spit out words to type into the laptop in front of you. However, no matter how much you tried to search your brain for the words, nothing came out. Your fingers lay still, not wanting to type anything in fear of it being a useless idea. Most of the time, ideas would flow through your mind like a river waiting to spill, but today, that river was drier than a desert on a summer day.

The only thing clear in there was the words “Park Jimin”. For some reason, ever since that day in the bookstore, you couldn’t clear the boy out of your mind. Normally you didn’t pay attention to mainstream music, you thought it was okay but you preferred indie. Things like Dean, Crush, DPR Live, Heize; people like BTS were too famous, and their music sounded like stuff that came straight from another boy group.

You closed your laptop, a loud groan escaping from your mouth as you let your hands find their way to your head. They held your face, your eyes closing as you let your mind rest for a few seconds. Often enough you would be up all night, spending your time brainstorming ideas instead of sleeping. It was a bad habit you most likely needed to fix, but were you going to? Absolutely not.

Instead of staying there and getting frustrated over some measly writers block, you grabbed your book sack and stuffed some of your journals in there, throwing it on and slipping some shoes on. You figured you would go to your friend’s, brainstorm there. He could help you, as he was a fellow writer, although lately he had been going for the singer career. All that you had done at his decision for that was laugh and call him crazy. He was dead serious, though.

Not forgetting your car keys, you exited your apartment and made your way down stairs, careful not to trip (you had done that enough lately.) as you walked as fast as you could. Within no time you were outside, jogging to your car. Today was contrasting yesterday, with the bright golden rays of the sun lighting everything around you. It seemed cheery, but you could care less.

After Jaehyun had dragged you up, he had actually done a pretty well job of making you look more presentable. For a guy like him, he had a decent sense of fashion, you quickly found. Your hair was now up in a messy but also somewhat put together bun, clothing now matching. You looked presentable.

You pushed the door to the records shop open, the bell hanging on the door chiming loudly as the both of you stepped in. Music played from speakers hidden near the ceiling while racks of albums and records stood tall everywhere. It was like heaven to you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling widely. You loved music.

“Calm down there, you look like you just found diamond among a pile of rocks.” Jaehyun mused from beside you, his hands tucked neatly into his dress pants and his hair now styled back. He looked quite nice, and the more you walked around with him, the more people somewhat audibly swooned over him.

“You should know by now how much I love music,” you snorted, rapidly going through shelves to try to find albums you wanted. Luckily, no one there recognized you from the messy portrait in your books, and you were still in the clear for public interaction.

Another bell chimed, and you didn’t bother looking back. A multitude of voices was added to the not-very-busy background of the record shop, and you were just going to pass the voices off as a group of friends. Jaehyun began aggressively tapping your shoulder, almost shaking it, as he faced away. Something had caught his attention.

Grumbling, you turned to him. “What the fuck do you want, Jae-” you nearly dropped the albums you had collected in your arms, now understanding why Jaehyun was so focused on the scenery in front of you. There, by the door, stood a group of 7 boys, all laughing and giggling as they conversed with eachother. No one else in the shop seemed to notice, or care.

“Why the hell would BTS come to this record store at this time?!” Jaehyun turned with you, aggressively (and slightly panickedly) hissing in your ear. You shrugged, pretending you were still paying attention to the records in front of you. You realized this was the second time you had encountered Jimin now.

“I don’t know! Just act normal,” you hissed back, slapping Jaehyun’s arm. You quickly tried to hide your face, because if Jimin saw you, it would be all over. Jaehyun went back to picking out albums for you and requesting stuff, and you eventually forgot that BTS was currently in the shop at point.

You looked up at Jaehyun, smiling and laughing at a joke he made, before a voice next to you made you jump. You almost fell onto Jaehyun, who now stood tall behind you, making sure you didn’t faint due to anxiety.

“Hey, wait, aren’t you the girl that helped me find the book at the bookstore? Ah, uh, what’s your name…” He quickly seemed to try to jolt his brain, staring down as he focused on thought. Jaehyun had no clue, and was now curious on what happened. You had never told him you had met Park Jimin before. Your face flushed as you stuttered, back into your flustered state from yesterday.

“I uh, actually never gave you my name. I-its Y/N.” You embarrassedly explained, the blush on your face turning even darker (if that was possible by now.). Jaehyun had never seen you like this, and was genuinely interested on what happened. No one else had ever made you like this, not even your crushes from school. Jimin was blushing too, his own face now red from embarrassment.

“O-oh! I didn’t realize that. That’s kinda cool… you have the same name of…” He trailed off, suddenly squinting at your face. It took him a moment before his eyes widened, something obviously clicking in his brain as he licked his lips. He began moving, pointing at you and smiling.

“You’re seriously the writer of ‘Promise Me’?! I’m like, a huge fan-” he giggled, cut off by someone else suddenly appearing, the boy slinging his arm around Jimin’s shoulders. Jaehyun realized that it was Jungkook, and suddenly he himself was getting shy. You looked up at him, feeling him tense with the arrival of Jungkook. Jaehyun was staring at the younger, the two having some intense eye contact.

Both you and Jimin seemed to notice, because both of you happened to begin chuckling at the same time. Jungkook looked down, blushing furiously as Jaehyun looked to the side. The taller of all three of them had his hands nervously tucked into his pants. You and Jimin wiggled your eyebrows at each other.

“A fan, huh? Well, that’s nice to know because I’m fan of yours,” you said, recovering from your flustered state and transforming back into the confident girl Jae knew. Jimin smiled, holding his hand out for you to shake. You indeed did, dipping your head slightly and smiling back. It was too formal, and seen more of a joke than anything.

“Hey, actually, I need a certain album; Jimin, you wanna look with me?” You proposed the idea, glancing between Jungkook and Jaehyun, who was eyeing you like you were crazy. You saw Jaehyun swallow nervously. Jimin seemed to get the hint and nodded, following you to another section of the store. You didn’t hesitate to talk when you got far away enough.

“I swear I’ve never seen my friend that starstruck by someone ever before,” you hummed, leaning against the shelf. Jimin did the same, laughing as he shook his head. You couldn’t help but think it was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen. What the fuck? Y/N, no, you’re famous, he’s even more famous, you can’t begin to like him, your inner mind snapped at you, and you knew it was true. You couldn’t think about him that way.

“Honestly, the sexual tension between those two was intense. What’s your friend’s name?” He asked, folding his arms. His tongue poked out of his mouth just the tiniest bit, you noticed, and you quickly looked back to his wide eyes before he noticed.

“Jaehyun. Yours was Jungkook, right?” You asked, squinting slightly as if contradicting yourself. Jimin laughed and nodded, not questioning how you knew it was Jungkook. He practically already knew. You glanced over to where Jaehyun and Jungkook were, grinning as you saw the two eagerly conversing. You nudged Jimin, pointing to the two. He tried not to laugh.

“Can I say, 'future couple’?” You whistled, to which Jimin nodded aggressively. His silver hair flopped loosely around, and you pressed down the urge to run your fingers through his silky locks. It just looked so… soft. He turned around and you both fell into a conversation, easily talking. He was surprisingly attentive, and intelligible to talk to.

Time flew, and when you checked your phone, your eyes practically bulged. You had an event to attend, which Jaehyun was also going to. You looked back up at Jimin, who had an eyebrow raised. What had got you so flustered?

“I really, really need to go, I didn’t even realize what time it was.” You chuckled breathily, panicking slightly. Jimin nodded,  understanding the urgency of events. He didn’t want to stop talking to you, so he immediately began talking again.

“Before you go, though, could I get your number? I’d like to keep talking,” he suggested, and he was dead sure he saw you blush instantaneously. You just nodded, though, and shakily took out your phone for him. He entered his number, before taking out his own phone and collecting yours. Holy shit, I just got Park Jimin’s number, you thought, eyes widening. Your movements stuttered as you put your phone back, moving away from Jimin timidly.

“Bye~!” Your voice wavered, tiny now compared to the chatty person you were a few seconds ago. That’s okay, though, Jimin couldn’t resist thinking you were cute.  You made your way back to Jaehyun, who was wrapping up his conversation with Jungkook. He had finished right when you got there, waving bye to Jungkook as the two exchanged smiles.

You grabbed Jaehyun’s meaty bicep and began to drag him out of the store, hurrying towards your car. He stared at you, kind of confused when you threw him into the passengers seat. He waited for you to get in the drivers seat to pelt you with questions, though.

“How did you know Jimin? Why did you guys leave me? Where are we going-” he rambled, before you pressed a finger to his lips, shutting him up. You didn’t want to deal with his questions quite yet, and you needed to meet your manager at the event. He barely accepted letting Jaehyun attend this event, let alone being late as well.

Jaehyun didn’t talk the rest of the way.

This chair was extremely uncomfortable. You hated plastic chairs, and this one had no arm rest, so it was even worse. Your fingers ached with every penmark, your eyes tired of seeing your own books at this point. You were sure you didn’t want to see another copy of your book any time after this event.

The only thing keeping you going was Jaehyun’s hands on your shoulders, gently massaging them to make sure you didn’t tense up too badly, as well as the beyond happy faces of fans passing through. Some cried, some were quiet, some wanted skinship, some were loud, and others wanted info. All were annoying, except for the quiet ones. It made you happy knowing people loved your work, though. You didn’t mean it when you said your fans were annoying.

You stuck it out, though, making small conversation with Jaehyun every few seconds. He endured it too, knowing these events were tiring. Some fans were amazed at how pretty you were, your face no longer a mystery to the fandom. You were sure there would be fancams and pictures all over the internet after this. Some asked if Jaehyun was your boyfriend, and you just laughed and said no. One fan, though, stood out.

“Do you know Park Jimin?” He had asked, although you couldn’t read his face because a mask wrapped around his face. He had a cap on, too. You just smiled, nodding slightly.

“I do, he’s a friend of mine,” you simply answered, finishing off the signing with one last person. Everyone else had left, and that’s when he took off his cap and mask. No longer than 3 hours later, Jimin was back, having escaped his own event to attend yours. You were astonished, jaw dropped as you observed him.

“Well hello there, friend,” he teased, smiling so widely that his eyes made crescents. You laughed. Unbelievable. Park fucking Jimin attended my signing event. You repeated in your head, Jaehyun gawking at the both of you yet again. Before both of you could talk, Jaehyun butted in.

“Okay, how the hell do you two know each other?” Jae demanded, sassily putting his hands on his hips. Jimin blinked, looking up at him and then at you. You leaned back, shrugging as you pushed your glasses further up your nose.

“She helped me look for a book,” Jimin said, and Jaehyun just nodded, lost in thought. It was an entirely possible situation, as Jae knew you spent a lot of time at that bookstore around the corner. You blushed slightly at the thought, now rubbing your face. Why did you blush at everything Jimin did?

You couldn’t find an answer to that question.

[ayehatethis]

Graduation

@horanstemporaryfix

This is your graduation surprise.  I think I started writing this back in September and we talked about how Niall would want to throw you a big thing and you didn’t want that and since all of my stories come from our conversations, this became a thing. I know I already sent you a bunch of stuff, but yeah. HAPPY GRADUATION!

All you wanted to do was finish your last paper and the presentation that you were supposed to give with it, but your boyfriend would not let up. He wanted to throw you a party to celebrate you graduating from college. He was ecstatically happy and more proud of you than you could even imagine. He had left school early to start his career and never got the chance to finish or even think about college and it impressed him that you were about to graduate from it.

“Niall, just let me finish this, okay? We’ll talk later about the party. I don’t even want a party. Just let me get through graduation and we can just go to dinner or something.”

He frowns and puts his hands on your shoulders. You’re sitting at the kitchen counter typing away at your laptop and you know he’s not going to let this go. He’s insistent on a big celebration for you, but you’ve been protesting since the beginning of the semester and he just doesn’t get it.

“Petal, I just love ya and I want to celebrate how smart you are, and I wanna show off how amazing my girl is.”

He leans in and kisses your neck, under your ear. He knows where on your body to touch and kiss at this point to get what he wants. You shrug him away and go back to your typing.

“I’ve got 3 days to finish this project and if I don’t, I can’t graduate so if I promise to talk about a party will you let me work?”

He smiles and says “okay, but you have stop working for a little to eat some lunch. I know how you get when you’re working.”

You’re so frustrated with this conversation but you know he means well, “Fine, but you have to listen to what I want for this party and all I want is some cereal. Don’t overfill me or I’ll be too sick to work.”

“Deal” Niall says and heads out of the room to let you work in peace. Finally.

—

Three days later you have finished your project, given your presentation and had a few free days before graduation. You figured you’d let your boyfriend finally plan his party for you.

You walked into his office, leaning on the doorframe watching him work for a few minutes before he finally says something to you.

“You gonna come in or are ya gonna just watch me for a while longer?”

“I just like to watch you.” You smirk, leaning up from the doorframe and making your way towards his desk. When you reach him he pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around your waist. “I missed you, Pet.” He says burying his face in your neck.

You wrap your arms around him and bring his face close to yours to kiss him. “Maybe I missed you too.” You lean your head against his. “I thought we could talk about this ridiculous party you want to throw me.”

His face lights up at your suggestion and he swirls the chair around so you can both see the computer screen. “I put together some ideas for it and made a little presentation of my own,” he says completely enthralled with this idea. He starts rambling about all of his ideas and for someone who is as good at business as he is, he’s really going nuts with this.

“I thought we could do it here in LA cause it’s warm and we could have an afternoon turns into evening barbecue and everyone could bring swimsuits and we’ll hire a DJ and a caterer and-“

“Niall!” You cut him off.

“What’s wrong?” He looks at you concerned, running his hands up and down your back.

You start to fiddle with your hands in your lap and stare down at them. You love him so much and don’t want to hurt his feelings, but you don’t want any of that.

“Don’t be upset, I know you worked hard to work all this out and find all these people, but I don’t...really...want any of that. Is that okay?” You look up at him with tears starting to form in your eyes. He looks back at you with more concern in his eyes than anger and that makes you cry even more. He wipes the tears falling from your face away, asking you, “Well you promised I could do something for ya, what do you want instead?”

You shrug your shoulders and look back to him, “I dunno. Something more low key. Just a few people, a small dinner party, just the stereo playing a few of my favorite cds in the background. Maybe my favorite meal that we could make together. No swimming, maybe board games after dinner.”

He looks at you and sighs. He knows you’re right. You hated over the top things.

“What’s your max amount of people?” Niall asks you, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“Maybe like ten including us?” You shrug your shoulders at him before listing off the names of your friends and family you’d like to be here, but not all of them live close. Niall helps you pick out a menu, as long as you promised not to dump it on his head if he accidentally went overboard on your gift that you insist he not buy you. But Niall is persistent he spoil you, just a little. You finally settle on a guest list and tell Niall just to send an email, and to NOT order those expensive invitations on Shutterfly.

Hello friends, My incredibly talented girlfriend is graduating college this week. We have planned a small get together and we want you to be there. This Saturday afternoon at 4 you can come by our house, dressed casually for a low key celebration for her. She does not want gifts but just to spend the evening with you.

Love, Niall

After you proof the email and guest list, he clicks send.

—-

On the day of graduation you were so relieved to have finally finished. You had worked so hard over the past four years that this almost felt surreal. So much has happened including meeting your incredibly supportive boyfriend.

Speaking of whom, was eager to drive you to the ceremony and tried to take what felt like a million pictures of you beforehand.

The ceremony went on forever, or so you felt. All you wanted to do was get your diploma and go back home. Niall had arranged your party for tomorrow afternoon and the two of you had gone shopping the day before in preparation. You planned on getting home and relaxing before waking up tomorrow to finish cleaning and cooking dinner just in time for your guests to arrive.

After the ceremony finally ended you found Niall hiding in a corner of the auditorium trying to look inconspicuous. He had his face hidden in a program, but you’d be able to pick him out anywhere.

“Ready?”

“Pet, I’m so proud of you!” He gushes pulling you into a tight hug.

“I know, you’ve said it a million times this week.”

“Doesn’t make it less true.” He grabs his phone trying to snap a few more pictures of you in your cap and gown. “Let me get a picture of you with your diploma, darlin’, I promised your mom I’d send her one since she couldn’t make it.”

You groan about how ridiculous this was, but smile anyway. You had wanted your mom to come out to LA to visit, but something had come up and she promised to make it out another time. But you and Niall had planned to go visit for the holidays anyway so at least you’d still see her soon.

You let Niall finish his mini photo shoot and then make your way to the car. The ride home is short, but he keeps his hand on your thigh the whole time.

“I kinda like you in this dress,” he says.

“You’d say that about any dress I wear.”

“Well, you don’t wear em that often so yeah I like seeing your pretty legs.”

You blush and place your hand on his. Your boyfriend is constantly trying to get you out of your comfort zone. He always makes sure to tell you he likes best what you’re insecure about, hoping one day you’ll see what he sees.

__ The next day, you had slept in, which was unusual for you, but after all of the hard work you had been putting in lately, it was long overdue. After your shower and getting dressed, another simple black dress that Niall insisted you wear, you went downstairs to help set up for the party.

Your boyfriend was already in the kitchen getting ingredients together. He was wearing a plain white Henley and a pair of dark dress pants. He had put on a red and white polka dot apron, complete with red frills. You giggle at him and walk outside to the garage and grab some of the other things you had left in the garage refrigerator and head back inside.

He walks over to you with a second apron, “I don’t want you getting anything on that pretty little dress of yours.” He says kissing you and then tying the apron around your waist and around your neck.

“Thank you, babe.”

Niall pulls out a few boxes of spaghetti and the jars of sauce, while you open the packs of meat and start mixing the meatball mix together. Adding breadcrumbs, eggs, parsley, and a hint of salt and onions.

Niall turns the stove on and starts boiling the water before coming over to help you roll the meatballs. You get out a frying pan and cook them in olive oil.

When you finally finish cooking dinner your guests start to arrive.

Niall had flown in three of your friends from home. His roommate Mully, his bandmate and close friend Louis, and a few of his employees you had grown close with rounded out the list.

You had made a playlist of your favorite songs and Niall had it playing in the background when everyone arrived. Your best friend helped you set the dining room table for dinner while Niall entertained everyone.

When everything was ready, you walked over to Niall, placing your hand on his back. He looks over at you, “ready?”

“Yep.” You reply, and he calls everyone to join in the dining room.

Everyone takes their seats and Niall pours everyone a glass of wine. You don’t really like it but he insisted on you having at least one glass to celebrate. Plus he got one with a sweet flavor he swears you’ll like.

Standing up, Niall raises his glass and everyone sits quietly looking to him.

“Hi everyone, thank you for coming. I just want to raise a toast to my lovely girlfriend, Jamie. I can’t say enough how amazing and talented you are and how proud of you I am. You’ve worked so hard and you’ve had such a strong determination to go after your dream and I am so lucky you let me into your life and I just want to tell you, congratulations and I love you.” He leans down and kisses you before everyone clinks their glasses and a chorus of “congratulations” comes from your guests.

“Thank you, Niall. You’ve been so supportive and I know this last semester was terrible, especially with all those rewrites, and most days I just wanted to throw my laptop and cry, but I can’t thank you, and everyone really, enough for your constant support. I am so glad to be done, though.”

There’s a collective laugh, and then the food starts getting passed around and eaten.

—-

Later that night after everyone has left, you are finally able to take this silly dress off and change into comfy clothes. You’re about to yell for Niall to come in and help with your zipper, when he comes strolling into the bedroom still in his dress pants and shirt. His sleeves are rolled up, and his goofy socks on his feet.

“Hey, I never gave you your gift.” He says pulling you close to him.

“You didn’t have to get me anything. You did all this for me today.” You say lightly brushing his arm.

“I wanted to, you know that.”

“Help me out of this dress first,” you say turning your back to him.

He pulls on your hand till you face him again, “No, this first.” He usually isn’t firm with you, so it starts to make you worry. You look at his face and he’s completely serious and you don’t know what to think. What happened to your happy go lucky boyfriend of a few minutes ago?

“Now, before you go over analyzing this, I love you. I’ve never done this before and I’m honestly a bit terrified, so this is gonna be short. I love you so much and I can’t imagine my life without you. I know we can both be stubborn at times and we both have crazy families and lives but none of this means anything without you.”

He kisses you quickly before getting down on his knee.

“Will you be my wife?” He asks, tears forming in his eyes as he pulls out a small box from his pocket.

You nod your head as tears fall down your face. “Get up before you hurt your knee.” You pull him to his feet and he pulls you to him kissing you with much more force this time.

He pulls back saying, “wait, you never actually said yes.”

“Of course yes, Niall!” You say while he slides the ring on your finger.

“Let’s get into comfier clothes and go cuddle on the couch to celebrate.”

He quickly changes out of his clothes and into a pair of athletic shorts, leaving his top half bare, knowing how much you like to cuddle and play with his chest hair. He unzips your dress for you before helping you out of it.

“You finish getting changed and I’ll go get us some ice cream and hot cocoa ready.”

You put on some sleep shorts and a tank top and head downstairs to the living room where your fiancé is getting set up.

You sit against him and start eating your ice cream, taking breaks to sip your cocoa.

"Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?"

“Perfect.” —-

Hours later you’ve both fallen asleep, Niall leaning against the back of the couch, feet propped up on the ottoman. You nuzzled into his chest, legs tangled with his.

——

End

[chibisyokurusu]

Tagged by: @niji-iro-melody and @musical--android Tagging: Idk who hasn’t done this yet (or at least been tagged), but if you haven’t done it, then consider yourself tagged <3

1. What is your name? “Kurusu Syo.”

2. What is your real name? “Huh? I already told you. Kurusu Syo is my real name.”

3. Do you know why you’re called that? "...Because it’s what my parents named me. I like my name, though. My first name is written with the kanji for ‘soar,’ or ‘fly,’ so maybe my parents just knew I’d be a star one day.”

4. Are you single or taken? "I’m an idol, so if I’m taken by anyone, it’s all my fans. They’re the best, so I pour my heart into my work just for them!”

5. What are your powers and abilities? "Powers? Heh, I wish. It’d be awesome to have superpowers, but I don’t have anything like that I can sing and dance pretty well, though, and I’ve been working on my acting skills a lot recently. Oh, and I can play the violin. I’ve got a black belt in karate too.”

6. What color are your eyes? "Not to be rude, but you can see my eyes, right? They’re blue.”

7. Have you ever dyed your hair? "Nah, I’ve always been blond. I’ve thought about dyeing my hair, but I’ve never done it.”

8. Do you have any family members? "Yeah, I do. There’s my mom and dad, plus my twin brother Kaoru.”

9. Do you have any pets? "No, I’ve never had a pet. Don’t ask me to choose between dogs and cats either, because I can’t.”

10. Tell me something you don’t like. "That I don’t like? Hmmm... I guess you could say I don’t like it when someone doesn’t put in any work for what they have.”

11. Do you have any hobbies or activities you do in your spare time? "Oh! That’s an easy one. Like I already said, I know karate, so I train and practice it from time to time so that I don’t forget any of the moves I know. I love playing soccer too, especially with Otoya—ah, but you already heard that from him, right? Sometimes he and I play video games together too. We’re pretty competitive with each other. If I’m not doing anything else, I’ll either relax or go shopping to check out the latest styles and buy myself something along the way.”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone before? "Ah... Heh, yeah. Getting hurt or accidentally hurting someone myself is kind of a hazard of the job whenever I do my own stunts. I’ve never caused any serious injuries, though!”

13. Have you…ever killed anyone? "Why would you ask something like this in an interview?! But... Technically, yeah, but it’s always fake and acted out for different scenes I’ve been in. You saw that Prince of Fighting special, right? That’s what I’m talking about.”

14. What kind of animal are you? "Huh? I’m human, not an animal.”

15. Name your worst habits. "I’ve had people tell me that I’m too stubborn, but I just look at it as not giving up easily.” He’s just going to avoid mentioning his temper because his fans don’t need to hear about that.

16. Do you look up to anyone? "Hyuuga Ryuuya, for sure! I know him as Hyuuga-sensei now, but I’ve looked up to him ever since I was a little kid. He’s the coolest! He’s exactly the kind of guy I aspire to be one day, and I’ll keep chasing his back until I catch up to him.”

17. Gay, straight, bisexual? "Ah... That’s probably not something my fans wanna know, right? For the record though, I don’t think it really matters. People should just love who they want to love and enjoy their life with the perfect person for them.”

18. Do you go to school? "I used to be homeschooled, and then I graduated Saotome Academy. I’m not in school anymore, but I don’t think I’ve ever really stopped learning.”

19. Do you ever want to marry and have kids someday? "Wha—That’s kind of a sudden question, isn’t it? I’m not in any hurry to do that. I’ve still got my career to think about for now, but...that does sound like a nice idea for the future.”

20. Do you have any fans? "You bet, and I’ve got the best fans in the world! I hope they keep cheering me on and supporting me for a long time to come. To all my fans out there—thank you! You guys are amazing, and I couldn’t have gotten this far in my career without your support, so thanks again!~”

21. What are you afraid of? "I don’t want anything bad to happen to the people who are important to me, so being unable to protect them when they need me is a pretty scary thought.”

22. What do you usually wear? "It varies, but unless I have to wear something specific for a job I’m working on, I stick to my own style. I’m a huge fan of layers and accessories, and I almost always wear a hat if I’ve got one that matches the rest of my outfit. I’m really into fashion, and my dad is a professional stylist too, so I keep up with the current trends as much as possible. I guess you could say that’s another hobby of mine, and my dad would probably never let me live it down if I couldn’t keep up! Ah, and I paint my nails black too. See?”

23. Do you love someone? "My fans, no question!”

24. What class are you? "I don’t really consider myself high class, especially compared to some people I know, but I make enough money to support myself and keep up with my spending habits.”

25. How many friends do you have? "I have several, though I’m closer to some of them than the rest.”

26. What are your thoughts on pie? "Pie is pretty good, though I prefer the fruit or fruit-flavored ones to flavors like chocolate.”

27. Favorite drink? "Energy drinks! I’ve done some commercials for a few kinds before, but that’s not just me promoting the brands. They really are my favorite.” Syo no.

29. What is your favorite place? "Definitely on stage! Performing in front of all my fans with the rest of my bandmates is a dream come true for me. There’s never anything more rewarding that hearing all those cheers of love and support after working so hard to do the best I can every time I’m on stage. The energy that comes from being out there is an indescribable rush that never gets old. I’ve got the best job in the world.”

30. Are you interested in someone? "Eh—?! T-That’s... That’s not really a fair question. My job keeps me so busy that I wouldn’t have time for a relationship even if I wanted one.”

31. What’s your dick size? "W-What?! I-I’m not telling you that! That’s way too personal.”

32. Would you rather swim in the lake or ocean? "Either is fun, but between the two, I have to say the ocean. It’s much more of an open space, so there’s more room to swim or relax, no matter which one I feel like doing. Plus, swimming in the ocean means going to the beach, and that’s always fun!”

33. What’s your ‘type’? "I...don’t really know, to be honest. I’ve never given it much thought, but if I had to say... I’d want to be with someone who understands me and wants to support me, and someone who likes a lot of the same things I do. I want someone I can share my dreams with, and someone who will be there for me no matter what. I’ll be there for them too.”

34. Any fetishes? "That’s another question that’s too personal!”

35. Top or bottom? Dominant or submissive? "That’s way too personal! I’m not telling you that! Sorry, but next question.”

36. Camping, or indoors? "I have to choose? I can’t pick between those. Most of my work is indoors unless filming is happening outside on location, but camping sounds like fun. I love doing things outdoors whenever I get the chance, so why not?”

37. Are you waiting for this interview to be over? "Oh, it’s finally done? You sure had a lot of questions.”

[lordsicheng]

Nothing into Something: Pt. 2

BestFriend!Lee Kiwon (Rainz) x OC

Type: Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers AU

You didn’t notice you really fell asleep for quite a while once you were home, and you scratched your head as you stood up to get to your phone from across your bedroom. You checked your phone to see a ton of messages from your group chat with your friends, and you just opened it without knowing what to expect

“Dude, congrats!” “Yeah, thanks.” “Don’t meddle too much or else y/n’s gonna kick your butt” “Where’s y/n anyway?” “Asleep, probably” “Don’t forget me when you become famous!!!!” “Shut up Sunghyuk” “I’m serious!!!!” “Go to sleep Sunghyuk” “Turn off your TV first , Hyunmin. I can hear you from my room” “Your room is right next to mine idiot we’re blockmates” “I don’t care! Kiwon help me please” “zzzzzzzz” “Wow, rude”

You laughed a bit at how they were acting on the group chat, but you were quite upset by the fact that by then, you already knew that Kiwon took up the opportunity to be in Sori’s band. But then again as much as you hated Sori for being mean to you and crushing a bit of your dreams, you wanted the best of Kiwon; even if it has to do with him being given an opportunity to showcase his own talent. Your phone suddenly vibrated again and you saw a message from Kiwon

“You awake? Can we talk?”

You just sighed and pursed your lips, because you really didn’t feel like talking to anyone that time. You then typed in a reply in just a few minutes after reading the message

“Let’s just talk tomorrow. Good night.”

Once you sent the message, you put your phone away and just looked around to find something to get your mind off. You then saw your small photo album that had lots of polaroids of you and your friends from the past years until now. You smiled as you grabbed the album and opened it to see all the polaroids you had with Sunghyuk, Hyunmin, Kiwon and some other friends. From polaroids during your trip to Busan with the guys, to even ones you took while hanging out at The Grove. You then saw a solo polaroid of Kiwon hugging his guitar as you laughed when you remembered the other three of you gave it to him for his birthday last year. You then turned the polaroid and saw the little note you wrote behind it

“To my best friend, who deserves the whole world!!!!!!

Happy happy birthday!! ♥♥”

 You immediately smiled once you saw this, and just nodded as you quickly put it in your wallet, because you remembered Kiwon’s birthday was also coming up next week

“Shoot!” you said in shock once you remembered and you hurriedly checked the calendar to check how many days were left for you to prepare your gift for him, which you haven’t even started on

“June 20th?!” you widened your eyes in horror as you only had a week left to prepare, plus your classes end by that time too. You then hurriedly grabbed a few of your stationery things to make your gift, hoping you Kiwon would at least appreciate it

-

Kiwon hurriedly walked his way to the cafeteria where you all waited for him, bowing his head while wearing a cap that covered most of his hair. Once he got to the cafeteria, Hyunmin immediately called him and he walked his way to the table you and the others were at. Kiwon just kept looking down even when he sat down next to Sunghyuk, and with you being in front of him, you just looked at him confusedly as you became curious as to what was going on under that cap

“Did you get a bad haircut or something?” Hyunmin asked, trying to take a peek of what was under Kiwon’s cap until he slapped his hand away

“I just wanted to wear a cap today.” Kiwon muttered as he looked down again, adjusting his cap. Sunghyuk then was becoming a bit impatient, and he grabbed the cap in a swift motion. Kiwon’s hair was then exposed, you becoming quite shocked at the sudden transformation

“You’re… blonde? Bleached… blonde?” you asked in between laughing, trying to make yourself not too rude as you questioned

“They said it was for a change…” Kiwon sighed as he looked at the three of you

“You look good, though.” you smiled as you shrugged, but Kiwon was too embarrassed to even look at you

“There’s our new guitarist! Loving the new hair on you.” Sori said as she arrived, putting her arm around Kiwon’s shoulder as she sat next to him, and you just gave her a disgusted look

“The bleaching hurt, you know.” Kiwon said as he shooed Sori’s arm around his shoulder

“But it was all worth it.” she smiled as she stood back up

“Don’t forget, 7:30 tonight.” she smiled widely as she looked at all of you before walking away

“So, what’s the schedule like now that you’re with the band?” Sunghyuk asked as he crossed his arms, resting them on the table

“We’re packed until next week, except on the 26th I think.” Kiwon shrugged as he looked at his phone, checking the calendar

“Wait, you’re performing on your birthday next week?” Sunghyuk accidentally blurted out, and you and Hyunmin couldn’t help but give him an annoyed expression

“Oh, right… my birthday… but hey, there’s no gig on the 26th! We can celebrate by then?” Kiwon grinned, trying to assure that he still wanted to celebrate his birthday with all of you

“Fine. Let’s just have some barbecue by then, I guess?” Hyunmin shrugged as he blew a raspberry

“Hey, I gotta go. I’m supposed to meet the band at the hallway to talk on the gig for tonight.” Kiwon said as he stood up and waved to all of you, and you all waved at him back. As soon as Kiwon was out of the cafeteria, you and Hyunmin looked at Sunghyuk again with an annoyed expression, and Sunghyuk just gave a straight face

“Guys, closer.” Hyunmin gestured you and Sunghyuk to come closer to talk properly, and you both did

“First of all, Sunghyuk you’re an idiot.” Hyunmin looked at Sunghyuk, and he just pouted while giggling

“Second, what are we supposed to do with the surprise busking event for Kiwon’s birthday?” Hyunmin said as he talked fast, and you just sighed

“I’ll talk to Sori and tell her to move a gig for the 26th, that way he’s free on the 27th.” you said

“Are you sure you’re gonna talk to your arch nemesis? Because I can talk to her myself, you know.” Hyunmin asked, sounding quite worried

“If it means that I would have to sacrifice a bit of my pride for Kiwon, then yes, I will talk to her myself. You guys can come, but just hide somewhere as long as you can see me.” you shrugged, and Hyunmin and Sunghyuk just nodded in approval

-

You waited for a few minutes for Sori to get out of class. Once you saw her, you immediately ran towards her, and she just gave you a loathing look

“What do you want?” Sori asked as she continued to walk, and you followed her right to her side

“I want to ask you a favor. Just one.” you said as you walked next to her

“What’s in it for me?” Sori stopped walking and crossed her arms as she looked at you

“Sori, just please.” you looked at her

“Ugh, fine. What is it?” she sighed in annoyance

“It’s Kiwon’s birthday on the 27th, and he said you guys had a gig that day. Is it alright if you could move your gig on the 27th to the 26th? Please, just this once and I swear I won’t ask you any more favors in the future.” you said as you held your hands as if you were begging

“I’ll see what I can do.” Sori gave a sarcastic smile and walked away. Sunghyuk and Hyunmin were hiding in an empty classroom nearby, taking peeks at times. Once they saw Sori walk away, they immediately walked their way to you

“Well?” Hyunmin asked, hoping for a positive outcome

“She says she’ll see what she can do.” you said as you still looked at Sori walking from afar

“Until then, let’s just save that dinner thing on the 26th.” you sighed, looking at Sunghyuk and Hyunmin as they gave worried looks

-

It’s only been a few days after Kiwon got into Sori’s band, and he barely had time for you and the others. This saddened you, but you assured yourself that he was happy with what he was doing, you just shrugged off all the worry you had. You looked at your handmade gift for Kiwon, a scrapbook that had all your polaroids together with the others with small notes of when they were taken, and some with random captions that you knew would make Kiwon laugh

It was finally the 26th, and you expected Kiwon to arrived the restaurant you and Sunghyuk really liked, because hey, who doesn’t like authentic beef barbecue?

You looked at Hyunmin worriedly, thinking Kiwon might’ve had a gig that time since Sori didn’t really update you over the favor you asked of her. Until moments later, Kiwon arrived at the restaurant with Sunghyuk in a really happy mood, because he really wanted to spend at least the day before his birthday with all of you. You sighed and forced a smile, because you knew Sori didn’t really do the favor you asked even though you had to suck in all your pride just for Kiwon, but nonetheless, you and others just wanted Kiwon to have a great time and celebrate.

“So, your gig still up for tomorrow?” Sunghyuk asked Kiwon, and you looked at Sunghyuk to make sure he wouldn’t spoil something again

“Yeah, can you guys go? I mean, you want…” Kiwon smiled as he ate

“I’ll try.” you forced a smile, and Kiwon just nodded

“Me and Hyunmin were gonna go to the arcade tomorrow night since we figured you’d finish late, or maybe even celebrate with your bandmates…” Sunghyuk pouted, trying to sound needy

“We’re only gonna have dinner after our gig, then I’m going home directly.” Kiwon smiled as he patted Sunghyuk on the back

“Just enjoy, Kiwon. Let’s celebrate a better birthday next time.” Hyunmin said as he drank a glass of water

All of you had dinner and kept on talking as if the fact that Kiwon was going to be busier than usual wasn’t a hindrance to all of you. You all had a pretty great time and just chilled, and had a small celebration. You guys decided to go home at the same time, with Sunghyuk and Hyunmin going the other way to their dorm, leaving you and Kiwon walking your ways around the district to the nearest subway. Kiwon just lived within the area, but he always made sure he dropped you off at the subway station himself, for your own safety.

“I had a pretty great time.” you smiled as you walked beside Kiwon

“Me too. Celebrations are best with people you really love and care about.” he smiled as he let out a sigh

Before you knew it, you were already at the subway station. You grabbed your gift for Kiwon inside your bag and quickly gave it to him, where he gladly accepted it with both his hands

“Open it when the clock strikes 12am. Or whenever you’re ready. Don’t open it yet.” you smiled as you gave Kiwon a hug before going down the stairs, and he just looked at you, smiling.

-

“Sooo, it’s Kiwon’s birthday today….” Sunghyuk broke the silence as you, him and Hyunmin were sitting on a cafeteria table for about 45 minutes without saying anything to each other, obviously having a hard time adjusting to Kiwon not being with all of you for a long time

“Just send him cake later.” you sighed and crossed your arms

“It feels really weird not having him around for quite a long time…” Hyunmin tapped his fingers on the table

“We can’t interfere with his practices, Hyunmin.” Sunghyuk said as he took a bite out of his sandwich

“What’s gonna happen with that whole busking event for tonight?” you suddenly blurted out, and Hyunmin widened his eyes as he looked at Sunghyuk, who was just as shocked

“Damn it, I forgot to cancel it.” Hyunmin scratched his head

“I’ll do it?” you shrugged, and both of them looked at you confusedly

“Do what?” Hyunmin asked

“The busking event… I’ll sing, I suppose.” you said as you fed yourself a spoonful of your meal

“Are you serious?” Sunghyuk laughed, but soon his laughter died down as you looked at him with a serious expression

“Y/n, it’s alright. We can find another-“

“I’ll do it.” you cut off Hyunmin, and he didn’t really know what to do

“Fine, but you better be ready.” Hyunmin just nodded and went back to eating

-

 Scrolling through your phone’s music playlist as it was almost past 7, you frantically searched for a song that wasn’t as harsh to sing, but you did feel like you wanted to make an impression. A lot of people were already starting to gather around, and you felt your heart pump faster because it was your first time actually singing in front of a crowd full of strangers. You were scared you were gonna make a mistake while you sing, but Hyunmin patted your back to make sure you were going to be fine.

“You didn’t really have to do this, y/n.” Hyunmin said in between pats

“I have to. I want to.” you forced a smile as you slowly went to the center

“Hey, everyone. Um, my name’s y/n. And well, you guys probably expected Kiwon to perform tonight, but he’s a bit busy. So… I’m just gonna perform instead of him… hope you guys enjoy.” you smiled as you talked through the microphone.

You then inserted the jack of the speakers to your phone and started playing the song. You decided to sing Hoody’s By Your Side, because it was one of the songs you enjoyed listening to with Kiwon. As you sang, you remembered how Kiwon dragged you to a small event Hoody was performing at, and you didn’t even tell him you liked Hoody so much. You were always thankful over how Kiwon was very considerate of you and your feelings, especially if you were really down and wanted a pick me up. He’d just grab his guitar and start playing random songs, even changes lyrics to make you smile and laugh, and he loved it when you just listened to him play songs out of boredom and complimented his talent. Once the song was over, everyone in the crowd cheered and applauded you loudly, and you were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t hide you big smile in front of everyone

“Wow, thank you so much!” you laughed as you looked at the crowd

“Mind if we have a duet?” someone said from the crowd, and you squinted your eyes to see who it was. The people at the crowd suddenly moved and gave the person some space for him to go to you, and your eyes widened to see Kiwon smiling while bringing his guitar with him

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you covered your mouth in shock as he approached you

“I wanted to see you” he smiled as he grabbed a chair from the side and sat on it

“So, duet?” he grinned, and you nodded as you looked at Sunghyuk and gave him the signal on turning on the amplifier and giving the wire to Kiwon, who already plugged it on his guitar

“Wait, what song are we performing?” you gave Kiwon a confused look

“Just sing along with me.” he smiled as he started playing the first few chords

You were shocked as to how he suddenly started singing to Some, and you widened your eyes because this song was also one of yours and Kiwon’s favorites, often singing it at The Grove whenever you both felt like singing really cheesy songs. You both sang and just had fun while doing so, and everyone who watched you both couldn’t believe at how comfortable you both were with each other and your chemistry was just right, and not too cringey. Once you both finished the song, again, everyone applauded you both as you two took a bow and thanked everyone.

“Whoa, that was amazing!” Sunghyuk said as he and Hyunmin ran towards you and Kiwon

“I’m still confused as to why you came here all of the sudden.” you looked at Kiwon, who was just smiling

“I’ll explain later.” he said as he started to put his guitar in its bag

-

You were all hanging out at The Grove, and again, there weren’t many people, so it was as if you all had the rooftop to yourselves

“Wait, you left? Just like that?” Sunghyuk asked as if he expected it to happen

“It just didn’t feel right to be with them. Sori was kind of bossy, and the bassist was just too full of himself.” he laughed as he held his guitar

“So, you’re back to being the normal Kiwon again?” Hyunmin asked as he leaned back on the living chair

“Normal Kiwon. Who is still willing to perform.” he chuckled as he nodded

“Hey, Hyunmin. I need to go to the restroom.” Sunghyuk called as he stood up

“Why me? Ask Kiwon.” Hyunmin whined

“Get up here.” Sunghyuk grabbed Hyunmin by his arm and pulled him to the restroom, leaving you and Kiwon behind

“I still can’t believe we had that kind of chemistry earlier.” you laughed as you stood up, walking behind the sofa where the railings of the balcony were

“It was like magic.” you said as you sighed, taking in the view of the roads by the building. Kiwon then stood up and walked over to your side, holding the scrapbook you gave as a gift. You looked at him as he held your gift, and you just giggled at how embarrassed you were on giving him that

“You know, this is probably the best gift I’ve ever gotten from someone.” he said as he opened the scrapbook again

“Hey, I made that from scratch.” you laughed, and he did too

“Happy birthday, Kiwon.” you smiled as you greeted, and he turned to look at the same view as you

“Check your left pocket.” he said as he smiled, still looking at the view. You were confused at first, but you checked the left pocket of your jacket and saw three polaroids of yourself from earlier, and you wondered how they got there and just looked at Kiwon

“Hyunmin’s good at hiding.” he laughed, and you shook your head

“These polaroids are really cute. But what’s with the numbers?” you said as you saw the polaroids written with the numbers 1 to 3 on the bottom

“Check the back. Start with one. Don’t look at them at the same time.” he smirked without even looking at you, and you just shrugged. You turned the first polaroid, and on the back it said,

“To my best friend, who deserves the whole world!!!!!!”

You chuckled as you remembered you wrote the same on one of his polaroids, and you checked the second one,

“You have always been there for me, through thick and thin. And I don’t want to lose what we have now, so I’m going to ask you one question.”

You scratched your head, confused as to what Kiwon was supposed to say to you, and you thought he should have just told you directly rather than writing on the polaroids. So you just grinned as you turned the third polaroid as it said,

“Will you be mine?^^♥”

You widened your eyes in surprise, and looked at Kiwon, who was blushing a bit because he wasn’t used to confessing, and he hasn’t even had a relationship before

“So you’re asking me this through all these polaroids of me?” you chuckled as you asked Kiwon, and he turned to look at you

“Well?” he smiled

“Hmm, I’ll think about it.” you said as you turned to rest your arms on the railings and look at the view. Kiwon did as well, and just sighed as he felt so embarrassed after admitting his feelings for you

“Hey, Kiwon?” you said, without looking at Kiwon

“Yeah?” he asked, also not looking at you

You just stood still in silence for a few seconds, and you suddenly kissed Kiwon’s cheek. Kiwon was so flustered and he touched his cheek that you kissed, and he couldn’t help but blush

“Yeaaaaah! I told you he could do it!” Sunghyuk cheered from the back, hiding behind a huge plant with Hyunmin, who was jumping around with him, and you and Kiwon turned to look at them fooling around and just laughed before you both looked at each other. Kiwon just smiled at you as he ruffled your hair a bit, and you just smiled back.