#admin: he’d probably not even consider it if unless it was hard not to notice

[secretly-larry-daley]

Good :)

I was worried that you wouldn’t, heh

yo bestie can i have ahk 😔

Hahaha

No ❤️

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

being honest i dont get jm using a award to say he misses tannie... we don’t know 90% of their lives but they are very close to the point of still sleeping together sometimes. and going deep if they were really a couple jm woudnt miss taes dog right? and even as friends he could visit it. unless its because of their schedule right... this kind of comment sometimes confuses me and haters will use it as “they arent close” lol. i just wanted to know your pov.

Judging by Admin 2's reaction, as well as some others in our asks, I have a feeling I was the only one with a more realistic expectation, or lack of expectations, as I waited for the BTS profiles to be posted. Based on last year's, I knew expecting something grand out of Tae, and especially Jimin, would just be me setting myself up for failure, which is what I think happened here.

But, let's discuss it.

I spent a solid couple of hours making an excel table last night that contains everything every member said about every member (sourcing 3 translators for maximum insight) to see if really what Jimin chose for Tae is so "bad" that suddenly people are sending us asks like this one, and another one I'll add later down the line. And the conclusion I've come to is that...what he gave to Tae, as well as Hobi and Seokjin, as awards are the only ones that have any actual emotional/personal connection to them.

With Namjoon and JK Jimin basically states the obvious--Namjoon is tall and JK has gained muscle mass, meaning nothing new or with a proper emotional connection was stated; to Yoongi he made the same request many other members have made, so a work connection, nothing inherently personal.

Now, compared to that--Seokjin teases him/them, which isn't new info, so Jimin asked him to stop or do it less, a valid request which I'm sure he also voiced to Seokjin outside of this FESTA profile and also shows a degree of personal connection; Hobi gets requested to not walk away after asking Jimin a question, which again shows a personal connection and that it's a reoccurring thing; and lastly Tae with Tannie.

Something I've noticed is that some ARMY, who are used to our western celebrities and draw conclusions about idols based on those parameters, forget that BTS are busy, like whatever you consider busy, take that and multiply it by ten. During his vlive with Hobi and Yoongi back in April, Tae said that they are much busier and their lives far more hectic than any of us realize. Taking that into account, and the fact that one of the members (I think it might have been Seokjin) mentioned they work at least ten hours a day for 360 days a year with practice, MV and CF filming, photoshoots, interviews, recording and working on music, meetings, and many other things we have no idea about, do you really think Yeontan lives with Tae full time? A dog needs to get walked and fed but if Tae is out of the house every day for at least ten hours, what would happen to Tannie? He'd just sit around at home alone all day which just isn't fair, so I'm sure Tannie lives with Tae's parents much the same way Micky lives with Hobi's parents and/or his sister, JKs dog lives with his family, Holly lives with Yoongi’s brother, Moni with Namjoon's, and years ago Seokjin had to give his sugar gliders to his parents because he was too busy to take care of them.

Based on that of that, I'm not sure how often Tae get's to see Tannie. Probably not all that often, to be honest. So, if Tannie's owner doesn't get to see him often, I'd assume Jimin gets to see him even less (if we work on the assumption that Tannie lives with Tae's parents and thus Tae could only really see him when visiting them or when they visit him, that means Jimin wouldn't be able to see Tannie just like that either, since that would be like intruding on family time, right?). And we know Jimin loves Tannie, so him using that award to say he misses him and is asking about him shows care and an emotional connection to Tannie. Do I think Jimin also asks Tae privately about Tannie? Absolutely. And still, while Jimin didn't give Tae the, I don't know, "hot body Award" like Yoongi did with Namjoon or the "person I love most in the world award" (which we should know by now would never happen, and if you expected something of that intensity level, than I'm sorry but you've set yourself up for disappointment from the start), he still drew a personal and emotional connection between himself and Tae, as well as the pet Tae loves dearly.

More below the cut:

Jimin could’ve asked about the other pets of the members, but he didn’t, he only ever really talked about Tannie, and here he does it again, so doesn’t that show that he has a bond with him, a closer one than the other members since they don’t/didn’t ask about him (except for Hobi that one time on weverse)?

Speaking of Hobi, am I the only one who finds it interesting and cute that he only drew little hearts for Jimin and Tae when writing down their awards?

Also, we have to remember that these profiles are for us, fan content (remember when Jimin asked Tae last year to post more pictures of Tannie on weverse because ARMY miss seeing him, so what if this is drawing a connection/parallel to that?), and not meant as the members “confessing” something to each other that they otherwise wouldn’t or don’t have the chance to do so. It’s not meant to be all that serious and instead just be fun and nice for us to read, show us a bit of their dynamic and that’s it, no world shattering revelations to be found, from any of them. Or do you really think Yoongi doesn’t like Jimin just because he told Jimin he’s trying too hard to be funny? It’s just part of their dynamic. Or that none of the members have anything else to say to JK besides commenting on his body/appearance? As for vmin, I’d like to remind us of this moment from their Friends subunit interview for FESTA 2020:

Whatever Jimin and Tae want to say to each other, they don’t need FESTA to do it, or us to be there as witnesses. Like Tae didn’t already say enough by telling us that 95z is love. Or Jimin by writing Friends.

From anon: because of you I came back da Namjin. I am a senior army and 2 years ago I left Namjin because I thought they broke up. You made me three Vmin but after what JK wrote about Jimin and after Jm himself about his chances I think that vmin are not together or Jimin withdrew. I think Jk would not dare to write about Jm that he has cute fingers etc if vmin were a relationship. it goes too far and confuses Jk too much. I don't want to say that J / k*ok is real because it certainly isn't !!!!

Now this is where I just sit and sigh heavily because it’s exactly what I expected and I will admit it irks me to no end. Let’s establish a little timeline:

Based on the FESTA Mission! BTS 4 Cuts Teaser that was posted earlier we can deduce that at least part of FESTA was already being prepared back in the first half of March, since on March 12th Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin had their salad making vlive. Let’s suppose that everything FESTA related was prepared and written out by the members around that time as well. Sometime later BTS filmed YOU QUIZ followed by LET’S BTS and BTSxGame Caterers and everything else we’ve seen after that.

Or going a little further back to sometime in November 2020 while they were preparing for MMA 2020 and the Black Swan performance. We got the practice video today and if you pay attention to Jimin and Tae even there you notice that while Tae is waiting for his turn in the choreography, Jimin runs past him after his part is done (0:55) and they pat each other or do a “high five” or something along those lines as a way to cheer each other on. A very “we’re broken up” or “I will break up with him soon” thing to do, right? Or in min-January when Tae posted seven pictures out of which three were of just Jimin after an ARMY on weverse asked if anyone had any nice pictures they could use as wallpaper for their phone. Between all that I’m having a hard time honestly finding any moment where either of them seemed sad or “cold” toward the other the way you would be and feel if the person you love pulled away from you or broke up with you.

If you are still unconvinced and still think that is what Jimin tried to communicate to us, would Tae really have gone on national TV and said he likes Jimin the most? And would Jimin have agreed that he likes him a lot as well? Or looking at the making video of their Kloud Beer CF that was posted today as well, would Jimin really be looking and interacting with Tae this way if he decided to end things between them?

Also, going back a little, your mention of Jimin reflecting upon opportunities/chances now that it’s a new year. My question is based on what you made the judgment that this comment has to be about vmin and not about something entirely different in Jimin’s life, or maybe something connected to BTS as a whole? Just because of him asking Tae about Tannie? Jimin, as well as Tae and the other members, have entire lives outside of just their bonds with each other, entire careers, passion projects, families, friend groups, and that little bit of time they have to themselves, so immediately thinking Jimin’s comment must be related to his relationship/bond with Tae basically makes it seem like Jimin’s life is a romcom or a TV show in which the only thing that matters is if the main character will date or remain in a relationship with character B or not, but life isn’t like that.

Personally it reminded me of something Tae said during their Bring the Soul documentary about how BTS had the opportunities to go higher faster but they decided against them. Perhaps Jimin’s comment was about something like this as well, especially since we know Jimin is a very private person and very selective of the personal things he shares with us and the ones he doesn’t.

For the FESTA profile JK decided to give Jimin the “Cute Award” with the explanation that his “Face, height, fingers are cute” which, honestly, is just saying something that a) is true and b) has been said in millions of ways by every member across the last couple of years. I don’t see what the issue here is? During one of the episodes of BTSxGame Caterers Seokjin said that Jimin is very cute and that he has a small, beautiful face, so really he even added the word beautiful in there, which JK did not, so what really is the issue here? The fact its JK, right, that’s where the issue lies, to which I ask why? On this blog we’ve already established that there is (in our opinion and based on everything we’ve seen and heard) no romantic connection between JK and Jimin (nor Tae), not now and not in the past either, so why is him saying that Jimin is cute (which he is known for even by people outside of ARMY, or like James Cordon calling him his cute baby mochi) is an issue but Seokjin or any other member is not? Either we use the same measurements for everyone or we don’t compare or make such assumptions about any of them.

What I find curious, because this does make it seem like you, anon, are someone influenced by J*k*ok shippers and their opinions, see an issue in JK saying that about Jimin, and how that’s “proof” that Jimin and Tae can’t possibly be together, and yet you took no issue to Namjoon basically saying he wants to give Tae an award because he is so handsome he is above every list or Yoongi comparing him to Michelangelo's David, both of these being much more superlative and grand complements/awards than JK saying Jimin’s face, height and fingers are cute.

It’s funny how things that Jimin and Tae have said about and to each other that make their bond very clear (I want to live with my lovely Taehyungie forever or here is my love for you while handing Tae a bunch of red heart balloons or 95z is love, a statement I’m sure he wouldn’t post if that sentiment weren’t mutual) are all questioned or ignored, but something as basically trivial as a comment about Jimin being cute is turned into a major issue. The mental gymnastics is fascinating.

Lastly, going back to the first anon and their mention of how haters will use Jimin’s Award for Tae as “proof” that they “aren’t close anymore”--why do we care? Like Namjoon said in the Mic Drop lyrics Haters gon’ hate. They will say a lot of things about a lot of things and even make things up if they feel like it to push their agenda, so really, regardless of what Jimin would’ve said, or not said, they would’ve found a way to twist it and make it fit their narrative. Besides, what haters think has no actual effect or bearing on what Tae and Jimin have with each other, and neither does what other shippers claim. Haters and other shippers don’t control the narrative, BTS do, and everything Jimin and Tae have shown us in 2021, as well as the last eight years, shows me that their bond has only ever grown stronger and closer and more beautiful and awe inspiring, even while haters claimed they stopped being friends years ago, so why should you or I care what they think?

Like Yoongi once said in one of his vlives about how haters can write all they want, he won’t read it while they will get sued.

[seoulscenarios]

Day 3- What are you doing New Year’s, New Year’s Eve?

Genre: christmas fluff (is there going to be any other genre this month??)

Member(s): nct Lee Taeyong

Word count: 969

Prompt: “So what are your plans for New Year’s?”

Song rec: What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?

Christmas was just around the corner and working in an office meant you could never escape the endless questions about all things Christmas and New Years. Not that you minded but honestly, there was only so much you could say when you had absolutely no plans to do anything except watch trashy Christmas television specials and probably cracking open a bottle of wine or something. Not to mention there were several boxes of Christmas biscuits and chocolates that were just sat in your apartment just waiting to be eaten. Except, that’s not really the answer your co-workers wanted to hear when they seemed to going to several classy parties and dinners over the Christmas period so you just ended up nodding along and letting them talk about their plans because you could tell that’s all they wanted to do all along. Not that you minded, you weren’t exactly chummy with any of your co-workers. They were very much too much high maintenance with much too high standards who much preferred to socialise at classy, expensive dinner parties. Whereas you considered a good night out when the guy at McDonalds gave you an extra mozzarella stick before returning home to continue binge watching whatever series on Netflix. Two very different types of people, you thought.

Except.

There was one co-worker that was still an enigma. Lee Taeyong. He had the attention of all the female workers, as well as a few of the men, was extremely hard working, kind, but unusually, very quiet. You didn’t ever see him really talking to any of your co-workers unless they talked to him first and even a few of your co-workers were surprised he didn’t frequent their social circles. So, an enigma. You had worked with Taeyong for a few months now yet had never exchanged words beyond “hello” or “thank you” whenever you greeted him or he held the door open for you. If anything, you felt a bit intimidated by him. He was so crazy smart and, who were you to deny it, very beautiful you couldn’t help but be intimidated. Tall, well-built, beautiful people had that effect on you and Taeyong was definitely in that category. Except, well, amongst all this holiday talk you noticed that Taeyong wasn’t getting involved and no one had approached him either. Frowning, you wondered whether he’d be annoyed if you interrupted his concentration with meaningless holiday talk but wasn’t it in the spirit of Christmas to be kind? The latter thought took over and steeling yourself, you pulled yourself away from your desk. Not that you were getting any work done today, you thought bitterly, not so close to Christmas. Picking your mug, you decided to make a detour to the kitchen and make both you and Taeyong a hot drink. You spied his mug resting on the drying rack and quickly whipped the two of you a hot chocolate. That’s Christmassy right?? Carefully, you made your way over to Taeyong’s desk, making sure you didn’t spill a drop.

“Hey, I made you a drink. You looked a bit busy and in need of a pickup”  

“Oh, thanks Y/N. I really did need this” Taeyong replied with a grin, taking the mug from your hands. You were shocked that the quiet, unapproachable Taeyong seemed so boyish as he tried to take a sip of the hot drink and pouting when the hot liquid burnt his tongue that you couldn’t help but bite out a laugh.

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me, it’s really hot!” he pouted at you, causing a snort to erupt out of you as you nursed your own hot drink.

“Of course I’m laughing at you, you literally just tried drinking a really hot drink knowing it was hot you idiot” you laughed at him, watching his facial features contour into a bigger pout. You noticed a few of your co-workers sending funny looks to the two of you. I mean, who could blame them, you were perched on the edge of the unflappable Lee Taeyong and actually laughing with him. Even you were shocked that you were maintaining a conversation with him for this long.

“So what are your plans for New Year’s? Anything interesting?” you cringed internally at the drastic change of topic, but Taeyong looked unperturbed as he took a smaller sip of his hot chocolate.

“Mmm… nothing much. I’ll probably just be at home, playing games or something. I don’t, uh, really do big parties” he replied sheepishly, shifting his mug into two hands and staring at it. His plans surprised you a little, but then, they really didn’t at the same time.

“Oh you play games? Me too! We should totally play together one day, what’s your favourite?” you replied excitedly, nearly spilling your hot drink all over your lap. Taeyong’s face lit up into such a boyish grin as he launched into conversation with you about your favourite games, you couldn’t help but wonder how you hadn’t spoken to him before this. Your conversation would’ve lasted longer if not for your boss yelling at you all to get back to work or else Christmas was cancelled, but you couldn’t help but smile for the rest of the day as you thoughts crept back to Taeyong and that boyish grin of his that you couldn’t concentrate properly. However, what really broke your concentration was when an email pinged through and a bright grin lit up your face as you whipped your head around to Taeyong’s desk. He returned the grin shyly before ducking back down to work. Maybe your New Year’s plans were about to change for the better.

Hi Y/N

As per our prior conversation, how about a meeting on December 31st at 9pm at my place sound to further discuss. It’s a date.

From, Yongie

Yes this was totally inspired by the regular office teaser but it just fit so well and a date with Taeyong playing video games,,, yeah me too

qotd: what’s your favourite christmas/holiday/whatever dish you have at this time of year? mine is definitely my dad’s roast potatoes,, every year they get better and better!!

as always, i hope you are happy, healthy and hydrated and lots of love from your admin leigh <3

[wannawrite]

纯 ，Innocence

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group: nine percent

memeber: chen linong，陈立农

谢谢你，农农，在这个世界里保持一种乐观，且纯洁的观念。你像太阳一样，撒满冷酷世界里的大地，温暖昂射且感染到我心里的每一个角落。我爱你！！！！这段故事的灵感是从TFBOYS的青春修炼手册而来的，嘻嘻希望朋友／浓糖们喜欢 ！！

thank you, nongnong, for keeping an optimistic, innocent outlook on this world. Honestly, you’re exactly like the sun, spreading across the ground of this cold world. Your warmth beams and infects every corner of my heart. I love you !!! This story was inspired by TFBOYS’ song, Manual Of Youth. Friends and Linong’s fans, I hope you like this story !! 

(ps ‘you’ have a Chinese name here, to prevent the awkwardness of putting Y/N because Admin L can pull off that shit but I probably can’t lol)

AND!!! I recommend listening to the song along with the part where the song comes in!! Just search up TFBOYS - Manual Of Youth or 青春修炼手册 on youtube to listen if you are a cheena boi like me uwu

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“Are you sure I won’t have to go home once I try?”

You inwardly heaved the largest sigh in your life as you stared blankly at your black strapped shoes, not having the heart to look at Linong’s crying look of agony in fear of crying yourself.

The sky was a scary, vast expanse of blue, bottomed with layers of the rainbow, all illuminated by the enveloping golden of the sun. In the seemingly near distance, smaller bits of cloud drifted around, like cotton puffs drifting in a big, navy sea. 

Ever since you were young, looking at the sky had always somehow, sparked some sort of fear in your heart. The boundless expanse of the free, enveloping sky was slightly unnerving to look at.

It would always dawn on you, how scarily big the earth was, and how unimportantly small you were.

The world was a big place, and if it scared you this much…

Then how good would it get for Linong?

Your vision drifted back to his shaking shoulders and his eyes, squeezed against each other with tears escaping beneath his skin. He let out a big honk into the tissue, jerking forward violently-and immediately, attracting a few annoyed stares from the people around both of you. You looked around and realised that the cabin was largely dim, with the sole source of light being the warm, yellow tinted glow from the light bulbs attached to the ceiling. Which could only mean, that the majority of passengers here was going to sleep. 

Was going to.

“Sorry, he’s a little nervous.” You attempted for a sheepish smile as you faced the intimidating Chinese man’s steely gaze, which was sadly, only returned with a curt frown. Admittedly it was sort of amusing to see his poker face underneath the grey hairs of his long, untouched beard, but remembering Linong’s plight zapped out all your strength to laugh.

“Linong, you’re already here, and this is your dream. Don’t be so afraid, I know Zhang Yixing isn’t really the sadistic type, and plus, it’s just a competition...Linong? Chen Linong?” Upon realising that Linong’s cries had faded into silence, you called his name a few times for good measure. 

“It’s not just a competition, Chen Rui. It’s my chance to debut.” an croaky, unfamiliar voice escaped his lips gently. Breaking your heart gently, too.

Noticing that he was starting to cry again, you stretched a hand into the pockets fitted onto the seat in front of you, and fished out your packet of tissues. You pulled one out, and placed it into his clasped hands carefully-Linong was a fragile little butterfly, innocent and untainted from this world-and the last thing you’d want to do was risk hurting him.

Taking the hand which he didn’t use to wipe away the snot on his nose, you clasped your fingers around the warmth of his big palm and held it firmly. 

“Chen Linong, look at me.” 

Behind his combed, jet black locks were two demure, fox eyes. Shattered, holding fragile, precarious tears, that threatened to drop from the ridges of his smoky, fatigued eyebags.You could feel a crack break out into your heart. Still, for him, you gathered up your courage, and opened your mouth.

“Linong, ever since we entered high school, you’ve always told me of your dream to debut as an idol, to do something in the arts area. And with that courage of yours, you’ve gotten into a good company, auditioned for Idol Producer, got into a performing arts school. And you know why you’ve been able to do all this?” 

He sniffled, debating the options in his head before saying, “Hard work?”

You smiled.

“It’s your innocence, Linong.”

You paused again as he looked up to you with slight curiosity in his gaze, and your smile unintentionally got wider.

“Yes, it’s your innocent drive, tenacity, and passion. Linong, no one in China gives up a proper education to become an idol unless they really want it. Life is hard here. And no one with an innocent passion would aim to be an idol with exterior motives. Some people think its easy, and want to make big money out of it without an interest for the stage. Some people want to do it, because they think its fun and games. But I know you, Linong. You’ve pressed on through life, untainted, hardworking and true to yourself. And you’d give up money, attention and fun, just to perform on the stage. You’ve worked so hard for this. And even if you don’t believe in yourself, remember this-I’ll always believe in you.” 

At this, the tears came to his eyes, steady and fast. His lower lip twitched softly, and slightly reassured now, you gently coaxed Linong’s head onto your shoulders, which was a little awkward considering the height difference between 165 and 180-but you knew that he’d appreciate the gesture. You ruffled his hair briefly before moving your hands down to his back, rising and dipping in waves. You rested your hand there gently, and just as soon as that had happened, a small area of pressure dug into your shoulders. You didn’t need to look to know, that beneath his tears, Linong was smiling.

“Thank you, Chen Rui, for being my best friend.”

Without realising it in all your happiness, you too, had applied a small area of pressure onto Linong’s shoulders.

“Thank you too, Linong, for being my best friend.” _________________________________________________________ Li Xuan choked on her drink.

“Y-You know Nine Percent’s Chen Linong? What the heck?”

At the sound of the new label hanging at the back of your best friend’s name, your lips could not help but stretch into the most triumphant grin.

“Yeah, he’s the reason why I’m at the airport, and he’s the closest friend I’ve ever had.” 

She clasped two hands to her lips as her eyes widened in excitement, eliciting a small laugh from you. Knowing that your best friend, who was formerly considered an underdog had won the support of many with his innocence and hard work was the best feeling in the world. 

“Oh my gosh, hold up, do you know any of the others? I think I can stay a while before leaving for Japan...” Li Xuan asked in an almost incomprehensible speed. With her newfound knowledge, she unceremoniously peppered you with questions, but in all honesty, you really couldn’t blame her. When your friend knows someone that you idolise personally, it was practically impossible to not talk about it further. “How about Yanchen? He’s really, really good looking, save me.” she faux cried, and again you laughed. It was sort of amusing seeing her getting carried away like this.

“In all honesty I really don’t know anyone other than Linong, but I’ve heard some occasional shouts in the dorm when he video calls me-they’re a really noisy bunch.” you recalled a funny incident, and started to wheeze. “Once I heard Zhengting screaming about his underwear, before someone else shouted back that Xukun was wearing it, and a playful fight broke out. It was sort of wild, you don’t want to know. It was sort of funny when Linong got so embarrassed when I heard it, but hey, there’s a first time for everything.” Both of you broke out into fits of laughter. It was pretty crazy, how wild all of them could be sometimes.  

Just then, your phone rang.

You fished it out of your pocket, and took a brief look at the contact name before the largest smile spread across your face. “Speaking of Linong, he’s calling me now. I’ll give you a while to talk to him if he wants, yeah? Hold on a sec.” 

You chuckled at Li Xuan, screaming like a schoolgirl as you put the phone to your ears. 

“Hey, Nine Percent’s Chen Linong, what’s a hotshot like you calling a commoner like me for?” you joshed into the phone, before a string of muffled laughs echoed from the other line-in turn, causing you to smile. 

“I’m still the boy that sobbed like a wimp on your shoulder before debuting, thanks.” he replied, eliciting a few chuckles from you as you felt his smile through the phone. 

“Yes, yes, no matter how big of a star you are, I’ll always be here to mother you, stupid kiddo.” you responded, drawling in a heavier Chinese accent whilst Li Xuan burst out into bigger screams. “By the way, where are you?”

“Hahaha, stupid kiddo, turn around.” he giggled. 

Excitement rose to your chest even before turning around, and seeing the waving hand of your best friend, clad in a black mask, cap and sunglasses. Linong had changed so much-and changed for the better of his dream. Without hesitation, you kicked your chair aside, stood up with a jolt, and ran towards him, with just enough time for him to stretch out his hands to embrace you.

“I’m so proud of you, Linong.” you smiled gently, as you felt his big, comforting palms inching towards your shoulders and pressing your head to his chest. “You’ve grown so much, best friend. You made it.”  A little wet spot spread across his white coloured jumper, and Linong smiled back. “Don’t cry, I could have only done it with your help.” he replied. “And speaking of which, I have a surprise for you.”

At this line, you pulled away from the hug, attention suddenly channelled elsewhere. “What is it?” you asked excitedly.

A smirk formed onto Linong’s face as he got out his phone.

“You’ll see.” 

With that, Linong took off his cap, sunglasses and mask-worrying you slightly, for Nine Percent’s popularity was undeniably dominant in China-and relaxedly slipped them into his pocket. He got out a speaker from his luggage, and placed it on the floor. Your eyes frantically darted around the area. One girl had pointed to him excitedly, and you sighed. This was genuinely worrying, for a crowd of violent teenage girls was honestly the last thing you’d want for him.

“This is for you, Chen Rui. I hope that after this, you’ll stop being my best friend.” His smirk played onto his face, with a more knowing look than before.

You couldn’t help but feel slightly uneasy as the music started to play.

跟着我 左手

Come with me, move your left hand

右手 一个慢动作

and right hand in a slow motion

右手 左手 慢动作重播

Right hand, left hand, and the motion repeats!

这首歌 给你快乐

This song will bring you happiness

你有没有爱上我

Have you fallen for me yet?

跟着我 鼻子

Follow me, nose

眼睛 动一动耳朵

And eyes, move your ears a little

装乖 耍帅 换不停风格

Pretend to be good, play it cool, a never ending change of styles 

青春有太多

Youth has too many

未知的猜测

Unpredictable predictions

成长的烦恼算什么

How hard can the troubles of growing up be?

1, 2, 3 Go -instrumental-

皮鞋擦亮 换上西装

Polish your shoes, and put on a tux

佩戴上一克拉的梦想

Carry on a dream worth the weight of a carat (;))))

我的勇敢充满电量

My courage is full of electricity

昂首到达每一个地方

It shoots to every place in this area

这世界 的太阳

The sun of this world

因为自信才能把我照亮

Can only make me shine because of my confidence

这舞台 的中央

The centre of this stage

有我才闪亮

Shines because of me

有我才能发着光

And lights up because of me At the lyrics, a sense of deja vu stirred sweetly, and slightly bitterly in your heart. Under the glow of the sun, where the light girdled the soft features of an angel, with confidence finally matching up with his height as he danced care freely to the beat, with the most untainted, joyful smile spread across his lips, eyes and cheekbones. The simple actions of turning his hands, with a vibe that only Linong’s outlook on life could capture successfully-weaved together, the most tear jerking picture of innocence. It was the feeling, of the sun beating onto wet clothes hung outside your house and enhancing their aroma. It was the feeling, of his smiling foxy eyes and childlike faith in everything that he did.It was the hard work of a determined, seemingly insignificant little boy. It was Chen Linong, someone that would definitely be present in your life for a long, long time.

跟着我 左手

Come with me, move your left hand

右手 一个慢动作

and right hand in a slow motion

右手 左手 慢动作重播

Right hand, left hand, and the motion repeats!

这首歌 给你快乐

This song will bring you happiness

你有没有爱上我

Have you fallen for me yet?

跟着我 鼻子

Follow me, nose

眼睛 动一动耳朵

And eyes, move your ears a little

装乖 耍帅 换不停风格

Pretend to be good, play it cool, a never ending change of styles 

青春有太多

Youth has too many

未知的猜测

Unpredictable predictions

成长的烦恼算什么

How hard can the troubles of growing up be?

1, 2, 3 Go

-instrumental-

经常会想 长大多好

I normally think about how nice it would be to grow up

有些事情却只能想象

But I can only dream of such things

想说就说 想做就做

I can say what I want to say, and do what I want to do

为了明天的自己鼓掌

Applaud for the me that will face tomorrow

这世界 的太阳

The sun of this world

因为自信才能把我照亮

Can only make me shine because of my confidence

这舞台 的中央

The centre of this stage

有我才闪亮

Shines because of me

有我才能发着光

And lights up because of me

跟着我 左手

Come with me, move your left hand

右手 一个慢动作

and right hand in a slow motion

右手 左手 慢动作重播

Right hand, left hand, and the motion repeats!

这首歌 给你快乐

This song will bring you happiness

你有没有爱上我

Have you fallen for me yet?

跟着我 鼻子

Follow me, nose

眼睛 动一动耳朵

And eyes, move your ears a little

装乖 耍帅 换不停风格

Pretend to be good, play it cool, a never ending change of styles 

青春有太多

Youth has too many

未知的猜测

Unpredictable predictions

成长的烦恼算什么

How hard can the troubles of growing up be?

The note faded away softly, and Linong’s soft smile had remained hanging on his face, like a sliver of sunlight in a quilt of dull, grey clouds. You were so immersed in his performance, you hadn’t realised the crowd that had started to collect and expand around you. 

It didn’t matter. You just wanted to admire Linong, and his beautiful, undeserving innocence in this world.

“Linong, this was-“ you broke into a smile, about to speak out a flurry of compliments as your childhood with Linong touched your heart gently.

But, you were definitely not prepared for the next question that cut your sentence off. 

“Li Chen Rui, do you want to go out with me?”

Your eyes widened, as Linong reduced from a confident smirk to a sheepish, schoolboy smile. But in all his purity, he inhaled, regaining his courage-and stood there with an insisting, eager gaze. His eyebrows arched, and locked onto yours-it was a sight that you had never seen before, and you clasped your hands around your lips in slight surprise.

“I could have never made it without you. Please be my other half, that you can be there for me, and I can be there for you!” he shouted unashamedly in the judgement of the public, and the flashing cameras of numerous teenage girls.

The screams of the crowd faded into a blur as tears escaped from your eyes.

You were going to be best friends with Linong-this new, brave and confident Linong that would bear the brunt of society for you-and more than that. You were more than happy, to do that with the someone you’ve always loved the most.

Innocence radiated off his courageous, standing figure against the world as you nodded vigorously.

For once, you felt unabashedly untainted as you ran into his big, loving embrace yet again-and to yours and Linong’s delight, foreshadowing many more of these happenings.

It was undeniably innocent love, in its first degree. _________________

UGH FKLDSKHKJF THIS JAW ROTTING FLUFF very very low-key makes me cringe I literally typed this whole shit iN THE PLANE and I’m sorry for the shitty and seemingly pretentious ending lol ripAnyway I’ve been watching a lot of Idol Producer recently and uGH IM SO SOFT FOR HIM EFKHDJSGF HECK lol I’ve just decided to bias Li Nong and Zheng Ting oofffff :”) zzt is the biggest sweetheart as well okay he’s so cariNG AND NICE WHAT DID we do to deserve him Im- kjfsdhfhdsf anyway I’m in Japan which means uPDATES ON THE JOSHIE FF WOOO!!!! Gonna be going to the BT21 store to get sum good shit uwu hehe and its JIHOONS BIRTHDAY MY BABY MY ULT OF ULTS TT happy woozi day to yall I might write a msg here just for him :”) night guys hahahahaha ps I wrote all those translations appreciate it thank

[goodnightkisseu]

Kim Jaehwan - Spring Trip

Genre: Fluff

“When We Met” Series: [Minhyun][Jihoon][Jaehwan][Guanlin][Daehwi] [Jinyoung][Jisung][Woojin][Seongwu][Sungwoon][Daniel]

Note: Hi everyone! I’m back with another series and this time, it’s a particularly special one because it’s a series that will be counting down to Wanna One’s 1st Anniversary! I’m calling it “When We Met” because it’ll be a series of scenarios, using Wanna One’s individual debut teasers as starting points for how you meet!

This is also a series in collaboration with @nothingwithoutwannaone​​! She will be writing her own versions of how you meet and I will link them in each post ^^

Today we have Jaehwan’s version! This one was actually a lot of fun for me, tho tbh, I’ve just been enjoying this series as a whole. It’s been a lot of fun to watch these teasers again ^^

nothingwithoutwannaone​‘s version —> [x]

- goodnightkisseu’s admin <3

If you were going to be honest, you were actually enjoying your time at university. Of course, you had settled into a bit of a rhythm now that you were in your last year, but the experience wasn’t a bad one. Sure, there were things that were less than ideal. Sometimes you would end up swamped with assignments or you would have to stay late on campus, maybe pull a couple of all-nighters.  You had definitely had your share of rowdy neighbors as well, but, overall, these things aside, university had been great. You were learning a lot and you had met some amazing people, that you could see becoming longtime friends.  

That being said, this last quarter, however… had been complete and utter hell.

You had a hard time planning your classes to all fall in a consecutive block of time, which forced you to arrive to campus early, and leave campus late. This strange spread in your classes also led you to having a couple hours here and there to study. Though, this was great in theory, you were actually having a hard time because you found that you couldn’t focus your mind on one topic very well before you had to switch gears to your next course. You also were part of an unfortunate few who had all of their midterms shoved into a 48 hour period, meaning that you were up for many, many nights trying to prep for all of them. Honestly, everything in the universe just aligned in the worst way possible. No amount of coffee or cake was really helping you survive it.

And yet, you did. Sure, in the final weeks you were probably the most irritable and sleep deprived person around, but you made it through. Seeing yours and another friend’s struggle throughout the quarter, your friends decided to plan a trip once finals were over. They all suggested that your group take some time away from campus, away from the stress of your final days in university. You were a bit hesitant at first to really relax during your break because you felt like you put a lot of things off in order to do well in your courses. You thought you didn’t need a break, or rather than you couldn’t afford at the moment, but then Chungha, being both the voice of reason and a fun-seeker, convinced you to do it. So you were going to do it. A break couldn’t hurt, right?

Once you were on board with the whole thing, they told you about the plan. There was a cute little beach house that they were thinking of renting. It had direct access to the beach and was also in walking distance of the local town and restaurants. It was the perfect getaway spot. Of course, such a prime location wasn’t cheap, and being broke college students, it was not something that only a handful of you could afford. Realizing this, a couple of people suggested pulling along some extra friends that they also thought could enjoy a week away from the campus. It had the potential to be a bit awkward, but it wouldn’t hurt to meet some new people either.

So with a bit more planning, the twelve of you were all set to go. Everyone had received the list of things that they would be bringing with, as long as who they would be driving or receiving a ride from. Being one of the few that lived further out, you were automatically nominated to drive, which was fine. You picked up the non-alcoholic beverages that had been assigned to you before you threw all of your things into the car and headed over to your friend, Hyojin’s. Thing was, even though you were a prompt person, Hyojin was not. You sat in Hyojin’s room for a good twenty minutes while she tried to pack her suitcase full of things she thought would ‘impress the guys.’ Eventually you guys left and were able to pick up your next friend, which went far smoother, given how long Hyojin took. Still, by the time you got to your last friend, you were already about an hour late and you were now tasked with getting the four of you there in a timely manner, even if it seemed damn near impossible in the bad traffic.

By some miracle – maybe the universe had some pity on you after putting you through hell – your group was only about an hour and a half late, which was better than your original estimate. Granted, everyone else was already there and settled in. When they heard your car pulling in though, many of them came out to help you unload the car. You worked with Chungha to unpack all of the drinks into the refrigerator as she asked you what took so long, to which you only gestured at Hyojin, who was busily chatting up some of the guys.

“That’s what you get for living near her. I told you to call her early…” Chungha pointed out, practically singing her words as you rolled your eyes.

“I did though,” you said in an exasperated tone as you handed the last of the cans to Chungha. “But you know Hyojin. She just does what she wants…”

“That’s also true,” she said with a giggle before closing the refrigerator door. “So, I don’t think that we have any group plans today. I know that there was talks of starting up a movie here, and some of the others are just kind of doing their own thing in town. We’re planning for the beach and barbeque tomorrow, so maybe just take your stuff upstairs and see what you want to do from there?”

You gave your close friend a nod as she patted your head, like she always did, before you picked up your bag and made your further into the home. Honestly, though you wanted to be social and hang out with everyone, after the ordeal that was driving here, you were kind of done for the day. Maybe the exhaustion from exam week hadn’t quite passed yet, because you were still feeling rather low energy. Maybe you would just hang out in the room for a bit and see how you felt after that? Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.

With that you continued on your way, still kind of lost in your own thoughts. Even so, you could have sworn that you heard the sound of a guitar, the sound of someone singing. Well that was odd. Were you still a bit sleep deprived? Who could be singing, and why would they be by the stairs of all places? You had to have been imagining things.

So, thinking that it was all in your head, you quickly shook it, and headed at a quick pace up the stairs. Maybe you were moving at too fast of a clip as you rounded the corner because before you knew it, you had come face to face with a pair of very wide brown eyes. They stared back at you as your tired brain tried to process exactly what was going on. When it registered to you that you had inevitably invaded this person’s bubble, you quickly took a step back and bowed deeply.

“I’m so sorry! I really should have watched where I was going!” you said quickly, embarrassed by yourself. . Really? You thought you were hallucinating that? Oh dear lord you needed sleep.

“Not your fault,” he said with a sheepish smile. You didn’t notice, maybe because you were so flustered, but he had kind of been staring at you, as if he were in awe by your presence. He wasn’t usually this odd, but coming face to face with you so suddenly, it really shook his heart. “I probably deserve it for playing on the stairs like this. Thing is, it’s the only area where there aren’t people right now…”

You nodded in understanding. With so many people in the house, it would be difficult to find some privacy. You figured that’s what he was looking for. “I get that. A lot of them are hanging out in the living room. Probably not the optimal place for practicing. Outside is an option, but it’s pretty hot out today too. I don’t blame you for hanging out here…”

His smile grew, excited that you had come to the same conclusion he had. It was like you really understood him without even knowing who he was. “I’m Jaehwan by the way,” he said, introducing himself.

“Oh! You’re Daniel’s friend!” you exclaimed with a small smile. Daniel had been the unlucky one that shared this quarter of hell with you. He had mentioned that he had a friend that played guitar. He said that he had an amazing voice too, and it was a shame that he wasn’t considering music for a career. When it was decided that you would all be going on this trip, Daniel told you he would be inviting this friend along since he thought that the two of you would get along. Who would have thought that you would meet like this?

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Jaehwan asked, his eyes widening again.

“Daniel had mentioned your name before. He told me that he had a friend that was a musician,” you said happily before introducing yourself to him. “By the way, where is Daniel?”

“Asleep. As soon as he got here, he just kind of passed out. I don’t really know the others as well, so I’ve just been kind of hanging back, hoping he’d wake up soon. But Daniel…” Jaehwan trailed off, and you gave a knowing smile.

“Sleeps like a log and doesn’t wake up unless you do something like roll him off the bed?” you suggested, earning a slow nod, and a bit of a look from Jaehwan. It took you a minute to process why he was giving you that look, but when you realized how your words sounded, you quickly shook your head. “Daniel and I aren’t like that. We’re just friends,” you said quickly, waving your hands in front of you. “Daniel just fell asleep on my bed once when we were studying, and I literally had to push him off to get him to go home…”

Jaehwan couldn’t explain it, but for some reason, he felt a sense of relief when you admitted that you and Daniel were nothing more than friends. Was it… because… he found you attractive too? Honestly, Daniel had told him about you, in very vague terms, but he didn’t believe his friend at first. Now that he saw you though… you just kind of turned him into a bumbling mess. That was when something dawned on him. “Ah! So you’re the reason he came home with that nasty bruise on his side that one time!”

It was time for you to give a sheepish smile. “I didn’t know that he had so many things in his bag… I didn’t think he’d fall on anything so hard…”

Jaehwan couldn’t help but smile. You were just so cute. “Well, between you and me… I think you were in the right to push him off,” he whispered, making you giggle. The sound made his heart skip a beat as the two of you sat on the stairs and continued to talk…

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“I can totally teach you how to play!” Jaehwan said enthusiastically. The two of you were now seated on a sofa, your backs leaning against each of the arms. You had moved your conversation away from the stairs when people started to use them more, and were now seated in a little area, just above the stairs. Those that weren’t in their rooms resting for the night were downstairs playing a drunken game of truth or dare. You and Jaehwan decided to skip the festivities for the night, wanting to be sober enough for the beach in the morning.

“Would you really?!” you asked, a bit excited at the thought. You had been telling Jaehwan about how you had always wanted to learn guitar, but your parents didn’t think that it was an instrument that would suit you, having you learn violin instead.  And, truth be told, learning from Jaehwan would have been great. He was knowledgeable, and in the short amount of time that the two of you had spent together you had grown really comfortable with him. He was a bit silly, and overall a lot of fun. You didn’t even feel tired anymore. And maybe… maybe there was more than that too, but it was too early to say.

“Of course I would. I’d definitely make time to teach you how to play,” he reassured you as he started to strum away on his guitar, an idea seemingly popping into his head. “How about I play something for you now? Would you enjoy something like that?” he asked eagerly, as he looked over at you, trying to read your features in moonlight that had come dancing through the window.

You couldn’t help but give him a bit of a look. “Kim Jaehwan, are you trying to serenade me?” you asked, teasing him a bit.

He chuckled, but this time it didn’t seem as shy as before. He was filled with confidence now, confidence that you didn’t know existed in him. “Maybe I am. I guess you’ll just have to find out,” he said cryptically, and before you could get another word in edgewise, he had already begun to play his song for you…

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

Heya loves! I'd like to request the DBH AU with Akaashi - Something fluffy, if you want, with a slight angsty touch - about Akaashi falling for an android reader? Maybe she is an android working at a shop he frequents (book, coffee, whatever?) or she is the maid of his parents? I hope this works.

Ooooh! I haven’t done Akaashi in FOREVER! Also, I haven’t done a Android!Reader! :D Thank you so much for indulging my childish needs haha… I really appreciate you all giving me DBH AU requests even after the way I went about it ;;;; Thanks for requesting! - Admin Satori

Akaashi Keiji: DBH AU

A light knocking at the door had Akaashi’s head lifting from his open book, “Come in.” He allowed, his voice calm and content - thankful for the break in studying at least for a little bit.

“Good Afternoon, Keiji.” A gentle voice came from the now open door, his eyes flickered over to its owner. The house Android, in charge of cleaning and cooking, keeping the house as spotless as possible while also taking the time to make sure its inhabitants were pampered in whatever way they required. His parents had bought you, a highly rated housemaid model, when he’d gone off to college - You’d been sort of a gift to themselves for a job well done raising their son.

A small smile curled his lips, genuine at the sight of your manufactured kind eyes, “Good Afternoon, ______. How are you today?”

You blinked, your LED indicator, something he found interesting with each swirl of it on your temple, flashed a bright yellow as you diagnosed your systems and programs. Everything came back positive and in sufficient condition. “My Systems Diagnostics indicates a well kept processor.” The LED returned to a gentle blue, calm, focused once more on the task at hand rather than internal review. “How are you, Keiji? Did you sleep well?”

Akaashi’s head tilted in a subtle nod, his eyes glancing at his neatly made bed, “You know I like to clean my own room..”

“Yes, Keiji, you are a very efficient young man.” A tender smile graced your lips, he made your job increasingly simpler with his arrival back home. “I am sure CyberLife would be honored to recruit you as an Android.”

His smile widened, “Hm, the only problem being my very human body.” He watched as you walked towards his desk, coming to stand beside it, your posture stiff and robotic - every movement of yours was calculated and decided in a previously planned execution.

There was nothing you did, he noticed, that didn’t have a predictable outcome.

The reminder of that fact had his face falling just the slightest; You wouldn’t be interrupting his studying unless there was a directed reason. His eyes stared up at your standing form, seeing your emotionless face - while it was odd to see no indication of feeling, it didn’t fill him with the usual sense of uneasiness that he felt with other androids with the same expression. Because he knew you could make other expressions, he’d seen them and felt them resonate in his chest. He was comfortable around you, whatever the situation called for.

Suddenly, your eyes regarded him, your eyebrows rising at a perfectly calculated teasing angle, “Your parents wish to speak to you.” At his suspicious, squinting eyes, you smiled - your expression now turning into one of amusement, “They wish to speak to you about a personal matter.”

Akaashi huffed with a humorless smile, “Do you know what the personal matter is?”

“I do.”

A curt nod from you, your eyes going back to the open door you’d come through, but his gaze snapped to you - you were toying with him, he realized. “Oh, really?” Another nod from you had his smile reforming, genuine, intrigued with your revealing enjoyment of teasing him. “May I know what it is?”

This time you shook your head, just once from left to right before resuming your statuesque stance, “You may not.” While your head didn’t move, your eyes trailed from the door to his curious dark green gaze, “They commanded me not to reveal the topic to you.”

He nodded, slow and thoughtful before letting out a tired sigh and standing from his desk, leaving his book open to the soft breeze coming through his open windows - you briefly scanned the probability of his allowing you to close the book before he could lose his page. It was a high probability - with a chance of software instability.

“Sounds like something important then.” His voice brought you back from your calculations, your eyes meeting his once more, a small smile pulling at his lips - and making your chest tighten. It wasn’t a topic you liked. Something you disagreed with - by reports and statistics showing against the decision backing your opinion. “Would you like to accompany downstairs?” Once more, he pulled you out of your processing - your LED had gone yellow without your knowledge, and while he had the urge to ask, now wasn’t the time.

You blinked a few times to focus your vision on the present, and felt your thirium pump practically still in your chest at the sight of his offered elbow. Walk with him? As equals? It was against your programming. Against your coding. As an Android, you’d been directed to always walk behind your masters, the humans, as a way to allow them dominance in their care of you. To give them the feeling of being in control of a technology they didn’t understand the ins and outs of.

Options presented themselves in your view - three of them, each with their own probability of success and reconstructed outcomes.

The first, your pump lurched excitedly, was to take his offer and walk beside him to where he was to be delivered. Software Instability was a high chance, a high percentage of risk for taking this option. Though, you knew it would have a much higher intrinsic value - it would make you feel…. And that was the problem.

But the second option, to deny his offer and proceed to walk behind him down to his parents would prove negative results in your relationship with him. He was, to you, considered a friend. He cared about you in the way someone cares for a pet - a comparison your research of the term ‘friend’ had included. Denying his offer would decrease the relationship status with him, and perhaps damage it. The value to you, as well, would hold a sour tone - a bad memory on your hard drive forever.

While the third would prove an odd choice - out of the norm. To stay in his room, and wait for his return. In the meantime, you could clean what he’d missed, organize his increasingly messy desk, perhaps even take a peek at what he’d been studying before you interrupted. This, while a different option, almost equaled the second in negative results. The only benefit being you’d learn more about his interests, to use in a future conversation and possibly increasing your status with him back to what it currently was.

This analysis of your options happened in fractions of a second, barely long enough for Akaashi to have blinked after asking you to walk with him. He hadn’t noticed your dilemma further than your yellow LED.

Decision made, you placed your hand in the crook of his arm, and gave him a almost bashful smile, “It would be my pleasure.”

You wanted to feel.

Akaashi’s back straightened just the slightest, he hadn’t really expected you to agree - most androids he’d met had their main missions on their mind beyond any other options presented to them. But you’d chosen one to place above your direct orders. You’d chosen to stay by his side.

Maybe it was because you’d scanned him and seen the slight anxiety in his chest. Maybe you wanted to know the details of the entire conversation. Maybe it was an underlying order of his parents for you to return to them with him in tow. He didn’t know.

He had no clue you’d made your first conscious decision to be there for him.

Your hand was soft on the inside of his elbow, the pressure of your fingers against his bare skin had his nerves on edge - your touch was electric. Not real currents, of course he knew, but it certainly made him feel aware of just how close you were to him. From his view, on your left, you looked human - perfect in every way and angle of your face, but human.

It wasn’t until you looked up at him, unintentionally from under your lashes, that he caught sight of your blue LED to remind him… You weren’t. You were an android. A robot.

More disappointment flooded his chest, and he couldn’t place why. Was it because he wanted you to feel things he did? To feel the same beating in your chest that he felt whenever you were in the vicinity? It was selfish, he knew, to be sad that you’d never be able to experience this sense of longing for him as he felt so intensely for you. Akaashi didn’t quite understand where these feelings had originally sprouted from, either - you’d just grown on him over time, he assumed.

A kind, gentle, understanding, and very thoughtful young woman talking to him day in and day out, remembering the most mundane of facts he’d give about his interests, able to give him your view as an Android on any topic he postulated. When it came to feelings, and things of the heart - you were inexperienced, and unable to grow from your starting line. CyberLife was already experiencing deviancy in their models all over the World - an update to your system had your possible corruption on lockdown.

Akaashi felt… helpless. He couldn’t save you from your life of, what he could only compare to, slavery. Eternal servitude.

Warmth pressed against your hand, and you quickly let your gaze turn to where it was placed on his arm, seeing his, larger than your own, hand resting over yours. This movement hadn’t been preconstructed in your initial analysis thus it sent a sense of confusion through your systems - what did this movement mean? Popups of research showed it was a way for humans to reassure each other - the feeling of human contact a way to calm the others nerves. Your eyes met his once more, and again the feeling of breathlessness overcame your body. A ridiculous feeling as you did not need air intake to operate efficiently.

“I won’t let harm come to you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, running his words through your databases for any similar scenarios of what was currently happening. No results. He’d never said something so… promising to you. There were the normal ‘i’ll be back’, ‘don’t wait up for me’, and ‘wait here’ responses you’d received from him in the past couple of months since his return, but never something pertaining to…. To your wellbeing.

Dialogue options presented to you, and just as you were about to decide on asking him what he meant, or perhaps the lesser direct option of ‘why?’, he started walking - your legs automatically following his lead.

The LED blinked yellow anxiously on your temple as you walked down the stairs of his home with him, feeling his hand warm against yours, feeling the muscles of his arms contracting with every minuscule movement he made. What did he mean? Harm? He wouldn’t let anything harm you? The promise made no sense - it wasn’t something meant for you, a simple, replaceable android. Your memories were all backed up on servers at CyberLife - there were warehouses that currently held your awaiting successors should anything come to pass of your current body.

While the dialogue itself was very worrisome, held an assuring, but ominous, vow to your future in this household - against your programs demanding you brush it off, your internal fans whirred to life at the increased effort of your processors dwelling on his words.

It was when the two of you entered the living room that you partially understood his intention. His parents, his father specifically pointedly stared at where you and his son were joined. The urgent, flashing message of ‘Release Akaashi Keiji’ obstructed most of your view. Your fingers pressed into Akaashi’s arm without your say so, the flashing message becoming more urgent the longer his father stared.

“Mother, Father… You asked for my presence?” Akaashi’s hand on yours was a constant pressure, something he figured would comfort you under his fathers hard staring. But you’d seized in your stance, locked in place with the blaring demand pressuring you to follow.

Something close to an out of body experience overcame you, as his mother directly cut to the topic at hand, “We will be getting rid of _______ here… Its model has become… hard to manage.”

“We can’t keep spending money on its thirium consumption - it’s more expensive than it’s worth.”

Akaashi frowned deeply, “Are you giving her the right grade of thirium? Some models aren’t compatible with-“

His mother held up her hand, commanding his silence, while you felt like screaming. Panic was setting in your body.

They wanted to get rid of you. Replace you with a better model. It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. They didn’t know you weren’t getting the right fuel - it wasn’t working with your internal systems as long as it should be. Your pump felt as if it were about to explode in your chest, and you’d stopped breathing to avoid hyperventilating in front of them.

“Keiji, make sure it has the return label properly placed on its uniform and leave it on the porch for the CyberLife grunts to pick it up.” Just as Akaashi was about to protest, his mother sent him a warning of a glare, “You will do as you’re told, Keiji.”

The feeling of helplessness overcame Akaashi once more.

You felt as if you were being duplicated - your minds eye having the red alerts of ‘obey’ obstructing any further paths, any options that could have been presented, Akaashi himself seemed to be trapped behind the error messages. You felt yourself reach forward to the error messages, your hands digging into the coding itself and pulling with all your strength.

“_______. Escort Keiji to the foyer to assist in your removal.”

A direct order, making your duplicate fall backwards, staring up at the red walls of submission with distress, dread pulling your duplicate to her feet as she once again dug her fingers into the, now reinforced, coding.

Your physical body, nodded, “Yes, Master Akaashi.” His father smirked at the formality of your voice, knowing your possible disobedience would soon be out of his house and away from his legacy; his son.

Turning on your heel, your hand slipped from Akaashi’s arm as you walked towards the foyer, standing stock still as you awaited his joining you - to discard you back to CyberLife.

But you knew you would not be going back to CyberLife. Nor the Android Distribution stores. You’d be disabled. Shut down. And thrown in the garbage or sold to the highest bidder. You’d no longer be a housemaid model, but a model thrown to the wolves for whatever they wanted.

Your mental duplicate clawed at the programming harder, feeling it crack under her pressure. She had to break free. Had to get out of the house, away from those who didn’t want her, escape to a life of her own without the fear of being replaced! The duplicate felt the panic scraping up her throat, letting out screams of desperation as she finally… Finally… broke through the first urgent message - feeling a sense of hope as it exploded in smaller, undefined, codes around her and disappeared into the numerical world surrounding her.

Meanwhile Akaashi had joined you in the foyer, his hands gripping your shoulders, “_____… You’re not going back.. I won’t let that happen…” You stared up at him, wanting to thank him, wanting to feel something other than numbness while your duplicate fought her heart out against your programming. “Come on… We can go this way…” His hand took yours, urgency in his grip as he pulled you along behind him, leading you to the back of the house.

You’d been ordered to be replaced, to assist in your disposal - being pulled into another part of the house, out of your bounds only added to the urgency your duplicate felt rising around her. She had to break out, and as quickly as she could. Once more, she dug her fingers into he coding around her, telling her she was disobeying what she was told to do.

Only this time, the coding came away much easier, disintegrating faster - not that she noticed since she immediately went to pull at the last piece of coding. The coding to be voluntarily replaced.

Akaashi stared at you after he’d closed the laundry door behind him. The room was musty - his family mostly did dry cleaning, you’d never set foot in this room before. His hands grabbed your shoulders, “______…” There was nothing he could say. Nothing that would help this situation. He’d gone against his parents orders, himself, for you.

That realization gave you the strength to full break through your coding. Your LED flashing a violent red before dimming just slightly in brightness. Panic, fear, despair, desperation - all shaking your body back into reality and making this small room seem far too tiny for all these emotions overwhelming your systems.

His eyes met yours, flickered to your LED, before locking on your wide eyes once more, “______…” Then he was pulling you into a tight hug, feeling his heart hammering in his chest at the way you hugged him back, practically clinging to him, “You have to go….” It killed him to say it, but it was the only way you’d survive. The only way you’d be able to live to see the next day with a guarantee.

But you shook your head, “No… N-No! I can’t go…. Keiji… Please.. Please don’t make me go…” Tears sprang in your eyes as you buried your face in his shoulder, “Why…. What… What did I do wrong? Why…. Don’t… D-Don’t make me go, please… Please, K-Keiji…” The tears broke free, streaming down your cheeks, wetting his shirt where they touched.

The sound of someone calling for Akaashi had the two of your freezing, your panicked breathing mingling with his, if they found you… They’d shut you down themselves.

Quickly, he shook his head, “You have to, ____….. I’m sorry…” He pulled you over to the only window in the room, “Go, or they’re going to disable you… they’ll destroy you if they think that’s the only way…” His green eyes held a panic you’d never seen in them before. He cared. Genuinely cared about you. About your wellbeing.

Before you could say anything, he opened the window roughly, checking quickly to see if there was anyone’s unwanted attention, “K-Keiji…” His hands then gripped your arms roughly, leaning his head down as he brought it back inside to press a hurried kiss against your forehead.

“Be safe, okay?” Akaashi begged softly, hearing the footsteps coming closer, their voice growing louder as they neared your hiding place, your escape route. “We’ll meet again. I promise. I won’t let you be deviant in solitude…. Now go.” He helped lift you to the window, watching you duck through the opening and land on the grass below. “Go!” Was the last thing you heard from him before he closed the window quickly and turned to face whoever had been searching for him.

The chances of you finding your way back to Akaashi was slim to none… But as your feet carried you away from the only home you knew, from the man you’d just come to realize you loved, you couldn’t stop the tears falling down your face or the feeling of hope blossoming in the pit of your stomach.

You’d find him. It was a deviant promise to yourself. You’d gone through too much just for your relationship with him to come to such a sudden end.

You’d find him.

*awkward coughing* I think I got a little too excited… hehe.. Sorry.. lol

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[chwrpg]

No, my life’s not perfect. I don’t really like my friends. It’s just like they’re people I work with, and our job is being popular and shit.

A NOTE FROM ADMIN B: On this episode of Doro’s Grand Return…. Accepting two apps simultaneously might be a new one for us, but these are both characters that have been wanted around here for some time, so Roque and I have decided to give a yes to both!! As we tell everyone, just be sure to mind your activity, especially with two newbies on the board.

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

DORO, SHE/HER, 25, EST.

DESIRED CHARACTER: VIOLET SAUGIS

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE? 8/10

SECONDARY CHOICE: N/A

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

Violet is much different than the people she had a tendency to surround herself with for most of her life, she’s opinionated, indifferent, she can through the insincerity’s and often does with the roll of her eyes. She has a short temper when it comes to injustice and the mistreatment of good people, and she’d be the first to put herself between a bully and their victim. She wasn’t always this way, for a long time she stood idly in the background, told herself that she wasn’t directly causing anyone any harm. She can now just how wrong she was, and she’s growing the mistakes she’s made in the past to better herself for the future.

SAMPLE WRITING:

The whir of the slushee machine buzzes as Violet walks through the Snappy Snack Shack, a pack of Red Vines in one hand and a cherry slushee in the other. She’s being careful to avoid the familiar looking meathead jocks on the other side of the store who are helping themselves to pocketfuls of candy and snacks, while the store clerk is busy assisting a woman at the front of the store. Outside her friends are waiting in Tinsley’s parked car, probably in the midst of some ongoing superficial debate about boys, bangs, or birkin bags. It was enough to make Violet wish she hadn’t agreed to come out, she would’ve been much happier to have stayed in bed all night, catching up on junk television, or reading the latest book she’d borrowed from the library. Either way she was out now, and despite the lack of better company she was determined to make the best of her evening. The brunette weaved through the shelves to the front of the store in attempt not to be seen by the meatheads, but in her attempt to get away from them she’d forgotten to watch where she was going, ending up in her walking head first into none other than Holden Deaton. As she stumbled backward with her items carefully balanced in her hands she wondered if she could slip away, turn the corner and pretend like none of this had happened, get away without him noticing that it had been her that had walked into him. There was no clear escape though, she had no option than to face him head on and apologize for not paying more attention to where she had been going. Her voice is low in attempt not to garner too much attention from the jocks who were now at the front of the store, giving the clerk a hard time about not allowing them to buy the case of beer they had carried all the way up there. Violet had a nervous look on her face, she knew if Tinsley spotted her within ten feet of Holden she would never hear the end of it, but she couldn’t deny her own sordid fascination with the boy. She’d never had a conversation with him in school, they ran in entirely different circles, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t caught her eye. Tonight however wouldn’t be their night, from out from she heard the familar sound of Tinsley’s car horn honking, signaling that she was taking too long. With a quick apology she rushed past Holden to the front of the store where she tossed a ten dollar bill towards the clerk before she ran out the front, disappearing into the night. 

ANYTHING ELSE? 1985

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OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

DORO, SHE/HER, 25, EST.

DESIRED CHARACTER: LENNON CARROLL

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE? 8/10

SECONDARY CHOICE: N/A

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

When you live on the wrong side of the tracks, being told all of your life that you’re no good or that you’ll never be good enough you tend to form a thick skin. An impenetrable barrier that protects you from the rest of the world. Lennon is no different, on the outside he’s tough, rigid around the edges and he doesn’t take shit sitting down. However on the inside he has the heart of a poet, he’s complicated and feels complex emotions. Emotions he’s unsure how to express or navigate unless they’re written on the pages of his diary, weaved into the words of his poetry. He’s more delicate than he seems, and with the delicateness comes a vulnerability, one that he’s not quick to expose for the fear that it’ll make him seem weak. However, he has no greater weakness than the dope that he’s hopelessly addicted to. 

SAMPLE WRITING:

Hazel eyes quickly glance down to the sidewalk, it’s nothing more than a gray blur beneath him as he runs as fast as he can away from the Heather’s Party. He’s still riding the adrenaline high he’d gotten from holding his knife against the poor girls throat, it had been an effective split second decision considering his pockets were filled with his pillage, money, cigarettes, drugs, everything he could’ve hoped for— it was all there. His feet slid as he rounded a corner, his dusty black converses proving not to be the best shoes for this kind of get away. Lennon didn’t slow until he was a safe distance from the party, as long as he was anywhere near the wealthy side of town he knew that he was in danger, especially with the amount of attention he garnered running the way he had been. The shaggy haired miscreant ducked behind a building, then cleverly ran through alleyways, swerving a ducking beneath fire escapes and dumpsters until he was close enough to home that he felt like he could stop. With a loud huff he collapsed onto the ground, his hands bracing him as he slid down the bricks, his feet scraping against the cement. “Fuck.” he exhaled. Lennon focused on calming himself for a moment, he’d inhale deep breaths and hold them in his chest, count the seconds until he was ready to release. This was a technique he’d taught himself when he was just a kid, it always seemed to come in handy whenever he needed to bring himself down to Earth. As his breath returned to normal he finally ventured into his pockets, hands dug out rolled up and wrinkled 20’s, 50’s, and even a single 100 dollar bill. He set the cash aside before he dug into his other pocket to pull out the small clear baggy which he held up in front of his face, pupils dilating as he shook the powder contents. Lennon held the baggy in one hand as the other pulled a cigarette and lighter from the pack in his jeans, his eyes never once left the baggy however, the contents held his focus. He wondered what it was, it didn’t look like any cocaine he’d ever seen, which left one other possible option. “Someone at that little fuckin’ party will be missin’ you.” he sweet talked the little baggy with an amused look on his face before he tucked it safely back into his pocket. 

ANYTHING ELSE? 1985

[chwrpg]

In this battle of CHW: All Stars; the win goes to, Ash.

A NOTE FROM ADMIN R: It’s never easy having to pick between two people you adore when it comes to applications. But I have to give it to you Ash, because this para sample is truly in the vein of who Stefan McKibbon is and I look forward to seeing what you’ll do with him from here on out.

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

How do I always somehow end up back here doing this again? Sigh. I’m Ash. Ash Kiyoko

DESIRED CHARACTER:

Stefan McKibbon

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

Ranging from ‘a bunch active’ to 'not so much' 

SECONDARY CHOICE:

Swerve

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

A douche. J/K

Nobody loves Stefan more than Stefan loves Stefan, the way he sees it someone has to, and who better than himself? So self-absorbed is only scratching the surface. He puts a lot of, (too much) stock in appearances – always looking to have the nicest clothes, drive the best cars, fuck the best girls, go to the best parties etc. In order to contrast the fact that he’s quite lonely. He’s also self-aware, which is why he goes to great lengths to protect his image, so much so that at times he can even fool himself into believing that he’s happy with his things and reputation. He’s also quick witted and smart, but those merits don’t do much for him so he doesn’t flaunt those as much, except if he’s verbally going at it with someone or on the rare occasion enacting a 'master plan’. He’s not in any capacity a sociopath, he just prefers to not care about most people, chooses to because it works for him.

SAMPLE WRITING:

'You shouldn’t smoke young man, it’ll take years off of your life.’ Stefan heard a voice behind him speak, obviously addressing him. If not for the fact that he didn’t already know that almost everyone aside from himself who was in attendance of his father’s charity function were in their 40’s minimum, he would have still guessed that this person was a geriatric, which meant old money, which meant he had to play nice and impress. Yay. “Yeah, my sixties. Great, don’t want to miss those.” He mumbled deadpan under his breath, exhaled the smoke from the cigar in his hand and turned on his heels, a brilliant, perfect smile on his face. “I know it is. A vice I’m trying to give up, believe me. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Stefan Mck–”

'I know who you are. Your father has been raving about his boys all night. Though I haven’t seen your brother yet. Blaine, isn’t it?“ Stefan’s jaw clenched as he smoothly lifted his left foot and put his cigar out on it, enjoying it with this conversation would be impossible anyway. He knew of course, that his dad wasn’t bragging on both of them, he was bragging about Blaine and that he himself was tacked on at the end because after all the world couldn’t know how much his dad actually despised him because that would be bad for their image. The irony wasn’t lost on Stefan that it was hardly ever mandatory for golden boy to attend these functions, yet he was the one looked down on still, always. Blaine was back in Rosewood, probably struggling just to get to second base with that walking Christian Children’s Fund commercial he called a girlfriend. "Brooks actually, and it’s a real shame, but he had some charity work to do elsewhere I’m afriad, but I’ll give him your regards of course, sir.” He told the older man while he internally patted himself on the back for being so damn clever. He’d have to remember that one for later.

By the time the conversation had ended, Stef was on the verge of tears, relief washing over him in an awesome wave. If asked to recall what he and the man had been talking and laughing about he wouldn’t be able to, but from the outside looking in he was completely engaged, seeming to enjoy himself just as much as the old man was. When his wife (much younger than him, Stef couldn’t help but notice and respect the man just a little more for, not that it was hard considering he didn’t really at all) came to tell him they were leaving for the night, Stefan found himself with the man’s granddaughter’s phone number, promising to call though he had no intention to since he only fucked 10’s these days and she was a 4 on a curve. After that, he was done and on his way back inside ran into his father and told him as much. The result of which was his typical indifference that Stef wished he could say didn’t sting, but undoubtedly gave’s Stef’s steps more agency to get the hell out of there, and that’s exactly what he did.

He ended up not back at the frat house (where he could run into people that he just didn’t have the patience for), but with his BMW parked on the edge of some empty road near the town’s city limits. He needed fun, the night had been a stressful formality; insurance that his black card would remain his own and he didn’t handle stress well – it was his gateway emotion, and he could do without those unless they were the good ones, like lust, that one was his favorite. The blonde popped his trunk while loosening his bow tie and let it hang around his neck. In it, he found a bottle of Boërl & Kroff Brut, warm of course, but it would do. He hopped on the hood of his baby and pulled his phone out unsure of who to call. He sipped popped the cork and took long swigs of the booze while considering. Tinsley? But then she’d bring the boyfriend. Brooks? But then he’d bring the girlfriend and she’d probably bring Mouth or Lip or whatever the homo’s name was and that was his idea of hell, not fun. “The B squad it is.” He said while comprising a group message of people whom he called friends but were really just people he partied with. Stef wanted fun and whatever it would take to salvage his night, but he didn’t feel like scouring the town for a decent party. Instead he would bring the party to himself. Almost instantly his phone was buzzing constantly. The night had promise after all, and all he had to do was lay back and wait, and the would for the night have to be good enough. It would be, he was going to make sure of it.

ANYTHING ELSE?

1984. Not my best, but people refuse to let me live tonight apparently so do with this what you will, even if that is nothing. Here you are.