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thebrochtuarachs · 3 years

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Something in the Rain - “A Month Apart, Part 1”

A/N: Hi everyone, thank you for your patience as I whipped out this chapter. I had the initial outline on how this chapter will go but more frequent than none, it changes a lot in the middle while I'm in the writing process. :) I love this story and I hope it just gives you the good feels while reading this. We're two years into this pandemic and the world is still crazy. I hope you're keeping safe and being kind to yourself. :) As always, your comments and suggestions are very much welcome.

A modern day meet cute instance between Jamie and Claire.

AO3 / C1: A Day In June : C2: Definitely, Maybe : C3: So We Meet Again : C4: Friday Lunch : C5: Finding Solid Ground : C6: Situations : C7: Interruptions

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After their first date, their schedule for the following two weeks we’re packed - with Jamie settling back in the firm after his 2-week trip from London and Claire’s schedule at the hospital and preparing for her trip to Seattle.

Being a lawyer and a doctor weren’t the most flexible jobs - with patients and clients to attend to, surgeries and hearings to prepare for, plus, with both of them in administrative positions, it is additional work on top of their normal duties. But Claire and Jamie were determined to make it work, so they decided to communicate better, be extra patient and understanding, and really commit whatever available time they had.

The first week, Jamie couldn’t make lunch as he had a court hearing to prepare for and Claire couldn’t make dinner as she was on the night shift. So Jamie, one day, surprised Claire outside the hospital by picking her up, invited her to quick breakfast dates instead, and dropping her off at her house to make sure she got home safe.

The second week was a bit lighter but with Claire going to Seattle on Saturday, she had to do extra administrative work to make sure everything was set for her leave. She offered to have dinner takeaways at her office in the evenings which he happily accepted.

The night before her flight, Claire and Jamie were hanging out in her office, sitting at the sofa, admiring the Edinburgh skyline with a little wine and cheese tray.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t go out” Claire apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, Sassenach.” Jamie turned to Claire and patted her hand. “I honestly would prefer to do anything if it means I get to spend time with you - whether sitting here in your office on a Friday night or sitting in the gallery watching your surgery.”

“You’re too good to me, James” Claire quipped in a feigned dramatic voice.

“Ah, you give me too much credit, Claire. I hope you know that you make an effort too, especially these past two weeks”

“Me? It feels like you’re fitting more to my schedule than I am yours!”

“But you met me during breakfast even though you looked too knackered from yer shift.”

Claire couldn’t deny that and she could just smile with Jamie’s understanding.

“Are you all packed up for tomorrow?” Jamie asked, changing the subject.

“Yes. The weather’s mostly rainy in Seattle so I brought extra items for the wet and cold.”

“And what’s your schedule for the month?”

“Have I not sent you my itinerary? Hold up -” Claire took out her phone and quickly sent an email to Jamie. “There, I sent you my schedule but between teaching and surgery, my time’s the same as here just minus the administrative work, which I tell you not, I’m pretty excited to be free of it for the next month”

Jamie just nodded. The next month.

It’s all rather bad timing if you look at it. The first month, they’ve been rather inseparable with going to lunches almost everyday and weekends at the center. The following month, quick dates and meetings as Jamie was away at London and their crazy schedule at the hospital and the firm. And now, going into the third month since meeting, they’d be completely separated by roughly 4,485 miles.

“Did you hear what I said, Jamie?” Claire asked while waving a hand in front of Jamie’s face.

“I’m sorry, what?” Returning to the present, unaware that his mind has gone away a bit.

Claire gave him a softened look and sat closer to him. “What were you thinking?”

Jamie stayed silent but Claire’s look urged him on.

“Nah, ye’ll think me daft” Jamie said but Claire shook her head.

“Fine” Jamie stretched his arm to pull her closer and she gladly leaned on his shoulder. “I was just thinking about how I’ll not be able to see ye for a month, how much I’ll be missing ye, and how excited I am once ye return here.”

“Oh,” Claire knew the feelings were simple but it’s his words and the way he said it that touched her most.

“I told ye it’s daft.”

“It’s not daft.” Claire tried to mimic Jamie’s accent but they both just have to laugh at her attempt. Turning serious quickly, she took Jamie’s face by the hand and looked deeply into his eyes. “You know that I am going to miss you too.”

Jamie just nodded in agreement, looking at Claire so sweetly and lovingly that she couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss.

Since their first kiss after their date, they hadn’t been shy in showing affection to each other. Nonetheless, it’s all been very respectful to the boundaries to whatever stage they are in their relationship. Hand touches, hugs, pecks and kisses here and there but never really beyond that.

But with her impending departure, Claire seemed to be eager for more. Instead of completely pulling away, she kissed him again some more.

Jamie quickly picked up the signal and allowed himself to pull Claire closer and to his lap. A few minutes later, Claire felt Jamie’s tongue on her lips asking for entrance which she happily obliged. The air around them was electric.

Jamie was first to pull away before the moment got away from them. Claire sighed - not from disappointment, but by the fact of how chivalrous Jamie really is. And she doesn’t really mind it one bit. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

The following day, Jamie picked up Claire to drop her off at the airport. They thought they had time for a quick bite but traffic was so horrendous that they got to the gate just in time before boarding began.

With barely any time left, Jamie pulled Claire to a tight hug as the PA system called her flight. “Go, you’ll miss your plane”

Claire reluctantly released Jamie with a grunt. “Let’s go somewhere when I return”

“Sounds like a plan” Jamie tried to hide the longing in his voice but it was too late.

“The month will be over before you know it, okay? Message me everyday, call me every afternoon when you can” Claire encouraged him. With one last kiss, they bade each other goodbye as she started walking to her gate and Jamie was no longer in sight.

As Claire waited for take off, the silence of a constant message ping on her phone slightly unsettled her. It was then she realized the vast distance between Seattle and Edinburgh. A single tear escaped but she quickly pulled it together. She’s not even gone yet but homesickness hit her right away.

So the four-week long distance trial began.

The 8-hour time difference is not too crazy between Seattle and Edinburgh with their available times falling at the start and end of the day. They’ve been coping well with their synced calendars and communication options.

Jamie sends flowers and snacks to Seattle Grace, earning Claire points from the staff for all the treats she’s been giving away.

Claire, on her end, sends late messages to Jamie to wake up to in the morning and asks Mrs. Kim’s Korean Street Food Hub to delivery chicken wings to Jamie every so often.

They’ve also reserved some time on the weekend for extended calls with conversations falling from happenings to their week to what hairstyles and colors they’ve done in the past.

It wasn’t till late in the 3rd week that things started to shake up.

It was a random Thursday evening in rainy Seattle. Between two surgeries and one class, Claire was ready to call it a day. She was settling on her sofa, drinking her tea for a little night cap when her phone pinged. It was 9:30PM Seattle meaning it was 5:30AM Edinburgh, too early for anybody to contact her over there unless it was important.

Grabbing her phone, her notifications show it was from Geillis. It was a link to a tabloid along with a message “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?”

With the link, she can see the preview of the title “Jamie Fraser is off the market!” Curiosity prevailed Claire and she clicked the article

On the other side of the world, Jamie, as always, promptly arrived at the firm. Just as he was to pass Mrs. Fitz, she called him out.

“Ah, lad”

“Yes, Mrs. Fitz?”

“I dinna ken yet what ye or Claire are yet but have ye spoken to her today?”

“Today? Not yet. Why?”

She motioned for him to come round the reception and take a peek at her monitor.

She showed him the same article Geillis sent Claire and as soon Jamie saw the accompanying photo, he fished out his phone and immediately contacted Claire. It was midnight in Seattle but Jamie didn’t care - he wanted to clear things before things got misinterpreted.

“Erm, hello?” a groggy Claire answered the phone on the other side of the line.

“Hi, were ye asleep?” Jamie asked as he walked the hallway to his office.

“I was but I answered already, what’s up?” she replied, her voice still muffled by sleep. She knew why he was calling though but wanted to hear it from him. “Did you just arrive at the firm?”

“Yes,” he replied, closing the door to his office for privacy. “Well, I don’t want to keep you long but an article came last night about me and well, in case ye’ll see it, it is not true.”

Jamie heard Claire sigh on the other end, “I’ve seen it” she confirmed.

“Ye’ve already seen it?” he repeated in disbelief, looking at his watch, it’s only been posted a few hours ago.

“Geillis sent it to me earlier, I think it just came out then. She’s a bit of a morning person so…”

“Claire, it isn’t true. It was all in a bad angle. The Dunsany’s have been a long-time client of ours and we had an unexpected dinner meeting yesterday. I was just escorting their daughter to her car when the paparazzi got wind of us and ran with whatever story they could think of.” Jamie quickly explained in summary.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. I mean you say it’s not true and I believe you.”

“You don’t have any questions?” he asked, a little baffled.

“Not really. I mean was there more to it?”

“A bit but something we can talk about later.”

“Okay”

It was both refreshing and confusing as to why Claire seemed nonchalant about all this. On one end, she might be really understanding. On the other end, she might be harboring ill-feelings she didn’t want to discuss.

It was Jamie’s line that turned silent. Claire, guessing he might need more despite her sleepy state, obliged him. “Jamie, I won’t lie. I was surprised at first because of the photo and how the article was written with your family histories. Add to that, that I didn’t see it in the calendar and you didn’t text me about it.”

“Why didn’t you call -?”

“But” she interrupted him, “I also know you, Jamie, and I know about us. If I was really concerned, I’ll call you right away. But I’m not and we’ll be meeting later anyway, so I know we’ll talk about it eventually.” she paused to catch a breath. “Besides, you already explained it, I don’t need to know any more because I trust you, Jamie.”

“Okay” it was Jamie’s turn to give the one-word reply.

“Are we okay now?” she asked.

“Yes, as long as ye are too.” Jamie replied to which Claire mummed in agreement. “Thank ye, Claire.”

“You’re welcome. Now, I’ll go back to sleep and see you later.” With that, Claire ended the call, a small smile crept on her face knowing the relief and joy Jamie probably feels right now.

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softyoongiionly · 4 years

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Seventeen

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, College! Yoongi, Sub! Yoongi

Word Count: 9.1k

A/N: Hi friends! Here is a new chapter for you. I know it’s been a super duper long time since I’ve updated this series but, I plan on wrapping up the current timeline (wink wink) within the first half of the year! Special shoutout to my amazing friend @bulletproofbirdy who I love so so much. Without her big genius brain, I would literally not be able to get through any of my wip. Another huge shoutout to @gldnrecs @kithtaehyung @yoonia and @randombtsprincessa for being my lil hype team. I love you! Also, thank you to everyone over at @bangtansorciere. I am so grateful to have met so many lovely new friends this year! okiii bye. I hope you like it!

NOTE: all bolded words indicate when characters are speaking Korean

Warnings for this Chapter: ok here we go…(TRIGGER WARNING)

moderate angst, drug use (marijuana), mentions of anxiety, brief allusions to physical abuse, very brief allusions to drug addiction, alcohol

Chapter Seventeen: Daegu and Dirty Laundry

No thoughts, head empty (and in Yoongi’s lap)

The two of you are in his living room, bags packed by the front door, awaiting the cab to take you to the airport.

In a few short hours, you were leaving on a plane to Daegu to visit Yoongi’s older brother and, you can tell by the way he’s shuffled around all morning that he’s anxious.

Thankfully, Hoseok and Namjoon woke up with him, knowing that emotions would be high and well- offered to get him high.

“This is a really good indica strain hyung,” Hoseok assures him as he hands over a zip-lock bag, “I rolled a joint with this last night and passed out in like 30 minutes.”

Yoongi, dressed in an all-black sweat outfit, accepts the bag into the palm of his hand, before grabbing the pipe that’s resting on the couch cushion beside him.

“Did you get it from that same guy?” Yoongi asks, his voice heavy beneath the obvious tension he’s feeling.

Despite his attempts to remain casual, you know him well enough to feel how nervous he is. He’s practically vibrating beneath you but, you know that pointing this out will only make it worse so instead, you merely rub the outside of his thigh whilst he packs his pipe.

“Yeah, Jin’s friend-” Hoseok responds before nodding to Namjoon, “He’s honestly killing it right now. Jin told me he’s made like 5 grand already.”

Namjoon raises his brows, “Really? Damn, that’s impressive, I’ve never heard of anyone taking off that fast.”

“Jin has a lot of contacts-” Yoongi offers, adjusting the bud once more before grabbing his lighter, “it probably helped him get started. Plus, I think a lot of people around here have been looking for a good plug. Whatever he’s doing is working though, the high from last night was pretty good.”

At Yoongi’s comment, Hoseok’s lip melt into a salacious smirk as he raises his brows and jerks his chin towards you, “Are you sure it had nothing to do with that one over there?” He teases, “Yah, what are you so quiet for? You haven’t given me shit all morning...”

His comment makes you giggle but Yoongi cuts in before you’re able to respond.

“She’s tired, leave her alone.” He scolds but his lips twitch at the sound of your laughter.

Hoseok snickers as you finally decide to sit up. You can feel Yoongi’s eyes on you even as he lifts the pipe to his mouth. Tucking yourself into the side of the couch, you finally decide to add to the conversation.

“Is the guy you pick up named Yugyeom by chance?” The sleepiness in your tone is more obvious than you were expecting and, it makes Yoongi smile to himself whilst he lights his pipe.

Namjoon nods, “Yeah, it is. Do you know him?”

Yoongi’s attention is on you even as he inhales his first hit, the nerves in his body standing at attention, waiting to be soothed.

“He was in my human sexuality class.” You remember, with a grin on your lips, “That’s actually where I met Jin too. I just had a feeling that it was him because, he literally always came to class high. Plus, him and Jin were like inseparable.”

Namjoon winces, “Of all the people to get stuck learning about sex with. I’m sorry...”

This makes you laugh, as your mind journey’s back to all the days you spent trying not to make a scene as Jin made sexual puns in the middle of a serious lecture.

“It definitely kept things interesting...” You offer, “I’m glad to hear that Yugyeom is thriving on his own. He mentioned his dad wanted him to join the family business but, I could never picture that man in a suit.”

Hoseok chuckles before his face tightens with intrigue, “Oof that makes one of us. He would look fine as hell in a suit.”

Namjoon grins, nudging Hoseok with his foot, “You got a thing for him?”

For the first time, you see a hint of shyness overcoming Hoseok’s demeanor but he shrugs it off, trying to appear casual, “I mean- I don’t know about all that. I’m just saying that he would look good in a suit.”

“You’d both look good in suits- together...” You offer, grinning at him, “Maybe in a private venue somewhere...”

Hoseok rolls his eyes but the smile creeping onto his lips is unmistakable, “Shut up- you guys are fucking wild. All I said is that he was hot...”

Giggling, you shrug your shoulders before nodding over to Yoongi, “Yeah well that’s how it starts-” You warn, “Then the next thing you know, you’re sitting on the subway, simping over a selfie he sends you.”

Yoongi’s soft lips immediately turn up in a small smile, the shy boy in him peeking out. At first, he says nothing as he merely passes the pipe to Namjoon, who mirrors a similar expression.

Hoseok is back to his normal mischief, feeling relieved that the heat is off him for the time being.

“Are you saying you’d marry Yoongi then?”

He expects you to be flustered by this question but, the answer is simple.

“This man?” You raise your brows as you point to Yoongi, “You’re asking me if I would marry this man right here? Hoseok- I would wife this man up so quickly, it would give you whiplash.”

Your comment causes the three of them to laugh and, to add to the shifting vibe of the room, you feel Yoongi wrap his arm around you in an effort to pull you into his side.

“You can’t say shit like that right in front of them, they don’t need to see me soft...” He mumbles shyly in your ear before kissing your cheek, his heart singing with validation.

“Hyung, you act like we don’t already know who whipped you are for this girl.” Hoseok laughs, eagerly accepting the pipe from a coughing Namjoon.

Yoongi ignores him with his arm still around you, checking his phone with the other hand, “The cab should be here soon, do you need anything before we go?”

“Hyung, you’re gonna leave your piece here right? Cause we kinda need it-”

Namjoon eyes him suspiciously, “What happened to your bong?”

Hoseok cringes, “I may have accidentally dropped it off the rooftop...”

Namjoon’s eyes blow wide open, “What the fuck were you doing on the rooftop to begin with?”

“I wanted to vibe! The bud was good and, I wanted to listen to the J. Cole album and get in my feelings hyung, get off my dick-” He laughs, playfully defensive.

“Hey that’s J Cole song-” You point out giggling at the double meaning, the exhaustion from earlier finding you once again.

“Exactly, I’m glad you caught that-” Hoseok winks at you before Yoongi finally responds.

“I’m not going to take my pipe through international security. Pot isn’t legal in Korea so, I wouldn’t be smoking while we were there anyway.”

“Oh shit that’s right-” Namjoon remembers, “I really need to keep up with what’s been going on back home, I heard they were opening the discussion about it recently but, I haven’t kept up with it.”

Hoseok interjects, “What about your brother? He probably has connections.”

Yoongi shrugs, “He might but, I'm not going to worry about it.” He glances at his phone again before turning it towards you, “Our car is here, you ready to go?”

You offer him a small smile as you nod, your cheek tingling still as he places another kiss to it.

He stands up first before holding his hand out to you. Eagerly, you lace your fingers with his and, hoist yourself off the couch.

“Alright you two-” Namjoon stands too, brushing his hands over the front of his hoodie, “Try and send us updates when you can yeah?” He shoots a look towards Yoongi that is filled with an emotion that breaches casual concern.

Yoongi understands perfectly, offering Namjoon a solemn nod in return as he pats his shoulder, “Yeah I will. I’ll text you when we land...”

Moments later, the two of you are in the back of the cab. Yoongi takes the middle seat so he can be close to you, his fingers are interlaced tightly with your own despite the fact that his hand is already sweating.

He’s anxious.

You can feel it and, you’re faced with two options.

Address it

Distract him

It’s not an easy choice but, you figure this weekend will already be filled with heightened emotions so, you’re not sure if you should breach this topic so early. At the same time though, you don’t want to act like nothing’s wrong and dismiss what he’s clearly feeling.

So, you land somewhere in the middle.

Yoongi’s jaw is loaded with tension as you reach over and turn his face towards yours. He doesn’t register what you’re doing at first but he is in tune with your touch as always so, he doesn’t question it.

Leaning in, you tuck your lips between his own, whilst your free hand comes up to encase the side of his face. You feel him relax beneath your kiss, a sigh leaving his nose as he kisses you back slowly.

You pull away, pecking at his lips a few times, your thumb rubbing over his cheek.

“It’s going to be ok.” You murmur softly for the sake of his privacy, “We’re going to get through this.”

Yoongi’s eyes open just enough to show you the sheer amount of trust present in them.

He believes everything that comes out of your mouth and, despite the anxiety that’s raging inside of him, he knows you’re right.

Pressing his cheek against your hand, a soft smirk graces his lips as he resists the urge to pour his heart out to you for the millionth time.

“I wish it was socially acceptable for you to kiss me like that every time I feel like this...”

You giggle, pecking his lips again for good measure, “It would make our psych presentation really interesting that’s for sure.”

He chuckles, his face adorably smushed against your hand, “I keep forgetting that we have to do that. I don’t even remember the last time we worked on it...”

“Me neither.” You say at first before your eyes light up with realization, “Oh my god wait- the last time was when we watched that horrible spider movie at my apartment! Ugh no wonder I couldn’t remember, I’m pretty sure I've blocked those images from my mind as a coping mechanism.”

Yoongi’s face lights up along with you, “Oh shit, that’s right-” He laughs, “Did we even finish our lists?”

The two of you share another round of laughter, caught up in the ridiculous realization that you had lowkey abandoned your final project.

You lean over to pull your phone out of your purse, “Here let me check-” Scrolling through your notes app, you find the project tab before allowing your eyes to wander over it, “It looks like I still have deep water and you technically still have night clubs and horror movies. But I mean- you did perform in a night club recently so I feel like that should count.”

He nods thoughtfully before his face lights up with realization once more, “Oh yeah, I already wrote about that in the research journal, I forget to tell you. That was definitely more of a direct confrontation than I was planning.” He chuckles, “We did sit on the beach and read terrifying facts about the depth of the ocean for mine, would that be enough for you to write about?”

The two of you have maneuvered so that you’re tucked into Yoongi’s side again, his arm draping comfortably around your shoulders.

“You still have horror movies left though so, I feel like I should maybe confront one more directly too. Besides, I have a feeling that I’ll be able to distract myself in the water if you’re there-” You mumble suggestively, which causes him to smirk as he leans his head back against the seat.

“Oh yeah?” He jerks his head towards you “How so?”

Resting your face on his chest, you smile to yourself and think of a response that’s appropriate for a perfect stranger aka your cab driver, to hear.

“Cause if something touches my feet in the water, I could simply latch myself to your back for safety purposes.” You explain matter of factly.

“If something touched your foot while we were in the water, I’d swim away so fucking fast- I don’t think you’d have time to latch on.” He explains through his laughter

Scoffing, you smack your hand against his chest as you sit up fully, wiggling out of his grip, “So you’d just leave me to die???” You accuse, “Also, last time I checked- you weren’t an Olympic swimmer, what makes you think you’d just zoom out of there???”

Yoongi’s cackling at this point, his hand on his stomach, his previously tense features now smoothed out beneath his amusement, “I’m not saying I would leave you necessarily-”

“Necessarily!” You point out, laughter erupting from your lips as you pinch his side, “After everything we’ve been through, you’re really just gonna let a sea monster eat me!?”

His eyes widen, as his laughter increases, “A sea monster?! Who said anything about a sea monster? Where did they come in????”

“I said something touched my foot???? Obviously that means there is a sea monster, lurking in the depths, trying to eat me and you-” You poke his sternum, “You just said you would leave me to die!”

Yoongi’s face is reddened with the force of his own laughter, his hand subconsciously coming up to cover your own. With his eyes tearing up and his mouth parted to make way for his giggling, you can’t help but admire how beautiful he is.

Especially when he’s laughing...

He wipes his eyes with his free hand, still chuckling lightly to himself even as he brings your hand to his mouth, “Alright, alright- let's be clear- I would never leave you to die.” He promises, still smirking as he kisses the back of your hand, “Realistically, I’d probably panic and jump on YOUR back.”

With narrowed eyes, you wiggle the fingers he has pressed to his lips, “Well I don’t know how that would work out because, I’d probably you know- swim away so fucking fast that I don’t know if you’d have time to latch on...”

Yoongi snickers as you imitate his voice but, rather than retaliate he simply tugs you by the hand his currently holding and, kisses you.

It’s soft and sweet- lasting only for a few seconds until he’s pulling away.

“Thank you for coming with me.” He says suddenly, the volume of his voice decreasing significantly.

And as usual, you know that he wants to say way more than he does. But you’re perfectly fine with that.

Yoongi’s subtly is a specific brand and, you’ve grown to love how the little things he does allows him to pack so much emotion into a simple phrase.

You feel lucky to love such a special person.

“Of course.” You return his simplicity, pecking his lips once more before settling back in your original position.

The airport was a blur.

You’re thankful it passes quickly because, the process of getting through security makes you anxious.

Yoongi ushers you into your seat before taking both of your bags and, storing them in the overhead compartment. You can’t help but smile as he turns to help an older woman with her luggage as well.

He smiles ( :] ) at her, bowing his head slightly as she thanks him. Yoongi offers her a tiny wave and takes his seat beside you, not noticing the way you smile fondly at him.

When he takes his seat beside you, the two of you settle into a comfortable silence. Once the flight crew permits it, Yoongi takes his laptop out and begins toying around with one of his songs. You pull your headphones out as well and find one of your favorite playlists. Leaning back against the seat, your eyes eventually begin to droop until you can no longer keep them open.

The next thing you know, you’re being woken up by someone gently patting your thigh.

“Sleepy girl...” Yoongi croons in Korean, the sound of his voice alone making you smile, “We’re landing soon.”

Slightly disoriented, you blink your eyes a few times before you’re finally able to focus on your boyfriend’s face.

You slump against him, rubbing your cheek against the material of his hoodie. He chuckles softly, his arm sliding out from underneath you in order to drape across your shoulders.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep.” You mumble

He chuckles again, nodding with a false sense of consideration, “Ah yes, you missed so much. Two hours ago, the flight attendant came by and asked if we wanted anything to drink. It was a wild ride...”

Giggling sleepily, you shake your head at his sarcasm before pointing at his laptop.

“Were you working on your composition project?”

He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head, a bashful expression on his face “No, it was just a song I’ve been working on for a while now.”

He leaves it at that and, due to the signal from the flight crew, Yoongi begins putting his stuff away as the rest of the cabin prepares for landing.

“Are we taking the train?” You mumble, still fighting off the remnants of your nap.

Yoongi purses his lips, his eyes narrowed in concentration whilst he scrolls through his phone.

“No, I have a cab waiting for us.” He responds, “It says it’s already here. So, when you get out of customs, just meet me right outside. It should just be a straight shot from immigration.”

You nod and rest your head back against his shoulder, “Okay.”

He puts his phone away, allowing his hand to find yours. Intertwining your fingers, he takes a deep breath- his mind clearly elsewhere. You squeeze his hand to acknowledge this but, the two of you don’t comment on it.

There is no need.

With the tightening of your grip, so much has already been said.

Less than a half hour later, the two of you are once again seated in the back of the cab.

“It’s probably going to rain a lot while we’re here.” Yoongi explains, his voice low and slow, “This is Daegu’s rainy season. I’ve been checking the weather periodically and it looks like there might be a storm coming but, it doesn’t look too severe.”

You look at the window after his comment, noticing that the sky is overflowing with heavy clouds, swollen and gray with the promise of rain.

“We’re approaching monsoon season, we call it uh- jangma.” He tells you and his explanation makes you smile.

Despite the circumstances, you’re very honored and excited to be in Yoongi’s hometown. You know the memories he associates with this place are complex but, there is a shift in his tone now and, he sounds eager to teach you about this place: the place he called home for so long.

And you’d gladly listen for hours.

“Jangma-” You repeat, trying to get the pronunciation right, causing him to refocus his attention back on you. He smiles softly and nods,

“Good job.”

Your heart skips a beat at his approval as you return his smile, “Is there gonna be thunder?”

Yoongi chuckles, “Do you want there to be thunder?”

You nod eagerly, “I love storms. When I was little, I would just sit at the window and watch them go by. I’m pretty sure our neighbors thought I was crazy. But I don’t know- I've always had a thing for bad weather...”

He smirks, glancing out the window and then back at you, “That explains a lot.”

Giggling, you cock your head, “What do you mean?”

Yoongi gestures to himself, his now playful gaze looking at you expectantly. You laugh at his insinuation,

“I see the resemblance.” You concede, gently patting his cheek, “You’re not nearly as gloomy as you think you are though.”

“To you-” He retorts, “You always forget that...”

“Pleaaaase.” You disagree, “You’re soft for other people too, don’t lie. I’ve seen the way you deal with Namjoon and Hobi...”

He shakes his head, “Yeah but things are still different with you, I don’t think you realize that.”

You nudge yourself underneath his arm once more, cuddling up with him as best as you can in the back of a cab.

“I know you’re especially-” You emphasize the word, “soft for me. I’m just saying that you come across more approachable than you think you do.”

Yoongi smirks to himself, seemingly understanding something that you don’t.

“Soft is an understatement.” He retorts, turning to kiss the top of your head.

“Whateverrrr.�� You tease him, your eyes trailing down to focus on his hands, “I’m still right.”

He chuckles, his figure shaking lightly beneath you, “You usually are.”

The cab pulls off of the highway, and it’s then that you begin to notice the way the scenery around you shifts from a middle class/ metropolitan vibe to something much much...fancier.

Through the winding streets, the cab begins taking the two of you up a pretty steep hill before turning onto a street full of ridiculously nice houses.

White marble, giant glass windows, and driveways filled to the brim with luxury vehicles zip by as the car turns down another street. Similar in theme but greater in size, the new street had much larger houses on more sizeable plots of land- likely designed to give the owners privacy amongst their neighbors.

You can feel Yoongi’s eyes on you then and, you know very well that he’s observing your reaction.

He knows that even though he told you his brother was wealthy that, that phrase alone wouldn’t be enough to properly convey what that entailed.

“This neighborhood is really beautiful,” You observe softly, eyes still glued to the window, “The architecture is so different than anything I’ve ever seen.”

And of course, this makes Yoongi smile.

Because of course, you aren’t making a fuss about the degree of luxury before you. You’re finding the beauty in what otherwise is a very stressful situation.

Finally, the cab pulls into a driveway right behind a black Tesla before putting the car in park.

He and Yoongi exchange a few words in Korean as Yoongi hands him a small wad of money.

“Thank you.” You murmur to the cab driver with a slight bow of your head to which he responds with a tight smile and a similar bow.

You and Yoongi unload your bags from the trunk and as he is reaching for your hand, the front door of the house swings open.

A man a few inches taller than Yoongi steps out. His black hair is neatly arranged in a middle part and he’s dressed in a beige turtleneck and white slacks. As he comes closer, the resemblance between the two of them is staggering.

“Hello!” He calls with a warm smile, his voice bright, “Welcome! Come on in, the rain is supposed to pick back up soon.”

His expression only glows as he spots his younger brother. He looks excited to see him but, his movements are apprehensive.

The unspoken tension is already present and, you can feel Yoongi almost freeze up as he draws near. Subtly, you coax him along offering his brother a warm smile as the two of you approach the landing just in front of his door.

Normally, you don’t get nervous when meeting new people but, this situation is laced with so much complexity- you aren’t sure how to act.

Thankfully Yoongi finally speaks, “Good to see you hyung. Thank you for having us on such short notice.” His tone is almost unrecognizable as he gestures to you, “This is my girlfriend Y/N. Y/N-” He gestures back to his brother, “This is my older brother Geum-jae hyung.”

Bowing your head slightly, you smile once more, “It’s very nice to meet you, thank you for having me.”

Geum-jae nods, eyeing you softly as his lips press into a tight line, “It’s so nice to meet you Y/N. I promise you, the pleasure is all mine.”

Yoongi motions for you to step in front of him so, you follow his lead and trail behind his brother through the doorway.

Geum-jae's home resembles a marble statue. It’s clean, beautiful and, elegant- but lifeless. Geum-jae has artwork of various styles all over his walls, crisp white couches, sleek granite countertops and, stainless-steel appliances however, there is not one bit of evidence that anyone even lives here. The house feels empty despite the amount of effort put into its appearance.

It makes you sad.

“You have a beautiful home.”

Your voice echoes off the dead weight of the walls, the paintings themselves seeming to arch a brow at your comment. Geum-jae however, smiles and nods graciously,

“Thank you. I just moved in not too long ago so, there is a lot I want to do. I definitely could have used this one’s expertise-” He nods to Yoongi, “He was always really good at that kind of stuff...”

Your boyfriend smirks, his eyes taking in his surroundings but failing to really focus on anything; he was too wound up, “You could have. I would have charged you though...”

Geum-jae chuckles and you see him glance at Yoongi fondly for a split second before he quickly reverts to his casual demeanor.

“I put you guys on the second floor facing the skyline-” He gestures to the ivory staircase, “I’m sure you want some time to freshen up and relax so, please take all the time you need. I’m having BBQ brought over tonight but, if you’re hungry- feel free to help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen.”

Yoongi allows you to step in front of him whilst taking the suitcase from your hands. The two men follow behind you as Geum-jae continues laying out the plans for the evening,

“I have a few virtual meetings to attend that I wasn’t able to move around but, I will be free as of 7 this evening. Until then, please make yourselves at home. I am really-” He seems to take a deep breath for emphasis, “really happy to have you here.”

“Thank you hyung.” Yoongi smiles slightly once the three of you reach the outside of the guest room, “Good luck with your meetings. Let me know if you need help with dinner.”

Geum-jae responds with a tight nod, “Will do. I’ll be in my office so, feel free to explore.” As he pushes open the door for you, he allows his own pained expression to meet yours, “I’m honored to meet you Y/N. Thank you for coming all this way with my brother.”

“Well-” You squeeze Yoongi’s hand gently, “He’s lucky I like him so much...”

Cheeks flushed, Yoongi rolls his eyes and shakes his head, but his lips are practically puckered against the smile he’s trying to stifle.

“That’s fair.” Geum-jae chuckles, “Let me know if you two need anything. I’ll just be downstairs...”

With that, Yoongi pushes open the door and allows you to step inside before following behind you.

“Wow.” You whisper to yourself as you take in the scene before you.

The walls are painted a soft gray and surrounding only three sides of the bedroom. The fourth wall is made entirely of glass and given that the house rests upon a hill, you’re able to make out the skyline of the inner city. A giant four poster bed sits in the middle of the room, covered completely in a white duvet and three rows of pillows. Dark gray curtains sit on either side of the massive window as various muted colors accent the room in the form of a dresser, two nightstands and, a set of couches at the end of the bed.

Yoongi is silent behind you as he sets the bags down at the entrance of the room. He pushes the door shut and allows his eyes to move over the space for a moment.

It's nice, he thinks, but he can’t find himself to be very impressed.

He knows where this money comes from and, even though his brother is out of the crime sector now, it still feels strange to acknowledge his wealth.

Noticing his silence, you turn towards him, eyes tracing over the features of his face to assess his mood.

With a slight and subconscious pout, he looks at you, his body seemingly full of a breath he wants to take.

“Do you want to lay down for a bit? I know you didn’t sleep on the plane.”

At your offer, he seems to deflate slightly, lips turning up at the corners, “I think I want to shower first...”

Immediately, you nod with an encouraging smile, “Yeah go shower babe, I’ll just-”

He interrupts you, sticking his hand out and flexing his fingers in a grabbing motion, “Come with me.”

His offer makes you giggle, “You want me to shower with you?”

Yoongi closes the distance between you, using his grabby hands to lock onto your hips, “No, I meant like come with me as in come watch me...yes I want you to shower with me.”

Your laughter heightens as you pinch his side, causing him to recoil before chuckling.

“You’re such a punk today...” You scold.

Yoongi simply chuckles warmly as he kisses the side of your head, the tone of his voice lowering significantly, “That usually means something to you doesn’t it?”

It does.

It usually means he’s having trouble vocalizing his needs and, he’s in need of attention. And the type of attention is usually a specific brand.

And it usually comes with a little bit of pain.

However, you don’t think it’s a good idea to indulge that side of Yoongi’s desires at the moment because, his emotions aren’t fully organized. You know the talk with his brother is causing him a lot of stress and, as much as you liked to wreck his body right now- you know it’s best to wait until later.

That doesn’t mean you can’t take care of him though...

“Come on-” You urge him, grabbing his hand and practically running towards the bathroom, “Let's get you clean, king.”

He laughs, stumbling into the bathroom which is just as nice and similarly colored as the room.

“I’m a king now?”

His question goes over your head as you notice the ridiculously oversized bathtub in the center of the room. Biting your lip, you turn towards him and point at it.

“Do you want to take a bath instead? The shower looks amazing and all but- this thing literally looks like a jacuzzi.”

Yoongi eyes it curiously, his teeth finding his bottom lip, looking a little apprehensive, “How would you want to sit in it though? I kinda uh- I kinda thought maybe we could stand under the water for a bit together, like last time...”

He wants you to hold him.

He’s not going to say it but, he needs it.

Like really bad.

You can see his nerves creeping into his posture so, you decide to act quickly before he somehow convinces himself that he’s being too needy.

Looking around the room, you spot a few things that could aid in his relaxation: candles, bubble bath, a neatly folded pile of fluffy gray towels...

“I’ll show you.” You assure him, “Close your eyes really quick- no peeking. I have a plan...”

Yoongi looks at you, suspicious all over his face, “I’m scared.”

Giggling, you raise your brows for emphasize, “Oh you should be-”

He can’t help but smirk at your tone despite the anticipation swimming in his gut. He trusts you though so, instead of arguing- he shuts his eyes.

Shuffling around the bathroom, you set things up in record time, turning the water on, pouring the rose scented bubble bath beneath the stream, and lighting a few candles along the ivory counter. Yoongi maintains his smirk the entire time, folding his arms across his chest, stifling his desire to make a snarky comment.

“Alright,” You sigh, dusting your hands off, “Ta daaaaa.”

Yoongi opens his eyes, blinking a few times before taking in the scene in front of him. It changes his smirk into a grin really quickly as his cat-like eyes flit over to you.

“Are you planning on sacrificing me?” He quips, nodding to the candles.

Snorting, you roll your eyes, “If you keep talking shit, I just might-” You threaten, laughter forming on the tail end of your sentence, “Get naked...”

Yoongi snickers, his face full of satisfaction as his finger tuck beneath his hoodie to tug it over his head. The two of you undress in a small bout of silence and attempt to sneak glances at one another’s naked form.

“I’m going to get in first and then you’re going to sit in front of me, between my legs...” You explain, trying not to shiver as the cool air of the bathroom begins to grow uncomfortable.

His brows raise, “Between your legs?” He confirms, “Say no more...”

Once again, your eyes are rolling but this time, there is a smile on your lips as you move to take your spot beneath the warmth of the water. Yoongi has to take a deep breath as he watches you, his emotions brewing dangerously beneath the surface at the sight of the woman he loves.

He still doesn’t fully understand it.

He is still meet with endless confusion when he starts to think about why you’ve chosen to be with him but, he knows better now than to question it.

You have your reasons, he thinks, and he has a million of his own.

Looking up from beneath the mountain of bubbles, you pat the top of them, looking at him expectantly, “Come here.”

He grabs the hand that you extend towards him, balancing himself on it whilst he steps into the tub. Modestly, he turns his body away from you for a second so he’s able to bend down before pivoting beneath the water and settling against your chest. The bathtub is big enough for the water to go past his shoulders and, he feels his entire body relax once he feels your body against his.

“Comfy?” You check, draping your arms across his chest.

Yoongi nods, his head leaning back and resting against your left shoulder. Once it lands there, you turn and kiss his temple which then prompts one of his hands to reach up rest on yours. Silently, you place a few more kisses against his hairline, allowing him to decompress however he wants to, not wanting to pressure him into talking about anything.

And he doesn’t, at least not for a while.

The only sounds between the two of you are the dribbling of water from the faucet and the low whisper of breathing. Every so often, you kiss his temple, just so he knows that he isn’t alone.

“Seeing my brother is really difficult.” He mumbles, eyes still closed, hand still on top of yours, “Even just seeing his face- it brings back a lot of memories.”

You nod, “I can imagine- especially since it’s been so long.”

Yoongi sighs, his eyes fluttering open and honing in on the ceiling, “I haven’t seen him since I was 18. He came to Sejin’s place just before I moved in with Namjoon. He tried to talk to me to let me know that he was leaving the business but, I barely said anything. I was too angry at him.”

Using your free hand, you rub softly at his chest under the water, silently encouraging him to continue.

“He never helped me when my father would-” He takes a deep breath through his nose, his throat bobbing as he swallows on the exhale, “the time I told you about, when my father hit me...that wasn’t the only time. It happened often towards the end.”

Your eyes shut momentarily, the pain of Yoongi being harmed stinging your heart like a shot.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper, kissing his temple again.

Yoongi’s face turns slightly into your lips, his hand squeezing over yours, “Don’t be. It was a long time ago. I held onto my disappointment in him for a while until I realized something: the only reason my father every laid his hands on me and not Geum-jae hyung was because, I stood up to him.”

“Geum-jae hyung never did and, I think he still carries that regret to this day. I can see it all over his face...” His voice is so low now that it barely makes it above a whisper, his eyes seemingly elsewhere. “Is it wrong that I feel like- like I didn’t just come here to save Sejin’s studio?”

You shake your head, “Not at all...”

He swallows again and takes another deep breath through his nose, “It’s hard you know- during winter break especially; everyone would leave campus and go home for the holidays...and I never knew where to go. For the first two years at school, I spent Christmas alone until Namjoon’s mom finally called me and told me that if I didn’t come back with him, that she was going to make him sleep outside.” He chuckles, smirking slightly at the memory.

Your heart fills with despair then. You didn’t piece it together that Yoongi would have stayed behind during the holiday season. There was so much to unpack from the tragedy that he’s endured; it didn’t even cross your mind.

“Namjoon’s mom was right to threaten you-” You affirm but then you shake your head, “I don’t think there could be a wrong reason to come here. You deserve to have whatever kind of closure or healing that you need.”

“I wish I knew what I needed...” He admits, licking his lips before turning towards you, his brown eyes holding all the emotions he can’t vocalize, “I wish everything was as easy as this.”

Following suit, you turn your head so that you’re facing him, “So do I. But I’ll always be here through all the not-so-easy stuff.”

Yoongi smiles then, soft and sweet, delivering a kiss to match. He relaxes into you, brushing his tongue along the inside of your lip just for a moment before pulling away.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Yoongi.”

Eventually, you both got out of the bathtub and into the shower so, that you were able to get clean properly. After a few hours of catching up on missed calls/texts and relaxing, Yoongi gets a text from his brother saying that dinner would be ready in 15 minutes.

Geum-jae had the finest BBQ in the city delivered and prepared right in his dining room. Banchan lined the center of the table, slabs of meat were grilled one right after the other until the three of you tapped out.

It passed easier than you thought it would. Yoongi and Geum-jae relaxed in the face of a meal, the conversation flowing effortlessly between them as if no time had passed. It was a touching sight to see and, you hoped that it meant their discussion would come out easier.

You take your leave after you help clean up, thanking Geum-jae for the incredible food and, letting Yoongi know that you’d be up in the room checking on something for school if he needed anything.

Which was a total lie but, you needed an excuse to leave them alone for a bit.

Yoongi feels his heartbeat pick up a bit as he watches you leave the room, the realization of what was coming finally hitting him.

“Hyung-” He wants to rip the band aid off. “Is it alright if we talk for a moment?”

Geum-jae raises his brows at the switch in languages and nods immediately, gesturing to the table, “Of course. Can we sit here? Or would you rather talk in the living room?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “Here is fine.” He sits back down in his original seat and, rubs his palms against his jeans.

Geum-jae takes a seat across from him, gazing expectantly at his younger brother, “What did you want to talk about?”

Despite Yoongi’s anxiety, he understands that being to the point would be the most effective way to communicate. He wasn’t sure if any past issues would come up but, right now his concern was on Sejin.

“I know that I told you I needed your help with something but-” Yoongi begins, “It isn’t me who needs your help exactly...it’s Sejin.”

Geum-jae purses his lips, his hands coming out to clasp rest on the table, “Is he alright?”

“The landlord for the studio he runs is increasing his rent again and, he doesn’t have the money to keep it open...” Yoongi’s explanation gets a little rushed as he gets more and more nervous, “I have some money in savings to help out with rent for the next few months but, it’s not enough to keep it open long term and-”

Geum-jae cuts him off, “Tell Sejin to call me. I will send a team to his location to sort everything out. It wouldn’t be a bad building to purchase but if Sejin is willing- then maybe he can look at other properties and I’ll have the money wired over to him.”

Yoongi can’t hide the shock on his face, “Wait- are you serious?”

“Of course. Sejin is one of my dearest friends. I owe him a lot for what he’s done over the years.”

In this moment, regret washes over Geum-jae's face, his eyes reaching out to Yoongi’s in hopes that he understands what he’s alluding to.

And obviously, he does.

“Why didn’t you just call me?” Geum-jae continues, tilting his head to get a better look at Yoongi’s expression, trying to read him, “I’ve always told you that if you ever needed anything-”

“I haven’t talked to you in 8 years hyung, I wasn’t just going to call and ask you for a favor.”

Geum-jae nods, his face tightening with solemnity, “I understand.” A brief moment of silence passes between the two of them before a sigh comes from Geum-jae, “There is so much I want to say to you Yoongi, I don’t even know where to begin...”

Yoongi stays quiet.

He doesn’t know either.

He just knows that the only way to get rid of the heaviness in his chest is to talk about it.

“I suppose I could start with an apology.” Geum-jae concludes, shaking his head as a light scoff leaves his lips, “I could never find the words to express how much regret and shame I feel inside. I could never explain how sorry I am for not protecting you, for not being a better example, for not having a backbone, for being selfish...I was blinded by greed. I couldn’t see what was in front of me.”

Yoongi swallows back his emotion, dreading the way his eyes begin to sting.

Geum-jae continues, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I just want to apologize and tell you that, even though I played no part in the man you’ve become, I am incredibly honored to call you my brother.”

It isn’t easy but, Yoongi manages to contain the tears that desperately want to fall from his eyes. His chest tightens as he hears his brother’s words. He wades through all the bitterness he feels towards him, allowing himself to feel the full force of his approval.

“I forgave you a long time ago.” Yoongi swallows, avoiding direct eye contact with him, “I just wish I understood your actions. You were my hyung, I thought you would have protected me and-” Yoongi blinks away the tears as quickly as he can, “and I still haven’t been able to accept the fact that you didn’t...”

Geum-jae shakes his head, “I wanted to protect you. I just didn’t know how- I was scared of him too. You had more courage than I did. It doesn’t excuse my actions but, it’s the truth.”

Suddenly, he reaches out and places his hand overtop of Yoongi’s, a pleading expression on his face, “That’s why you got out. That’s why you have a life. You have friends, you’re about to graduate university and, you have Y/N...” Geum-jae's voice breaks at the end, “Because of your strength, you finally found happiness.”

Yoongi looks at his hand, observing the evidence of his life present on his skin. Scars, burns, callouses, needle marks...

“Are you saying that you haven’t?” He asks, still not meeting his brother’s eyes.

“I’m not even close.”

Finally, the two meet each other's gaze. For a moment, they just stare, glistening eyes to glistening eyes. Overcome with years of repressed emotions, fueled by the desperate need to try and break the cycle, they wordlessly convey an unspoken emptiness.

They have missed each other so much.

“I am here now.” Geum-jae promises, the first tear dangerously close to falling, “Hyung is here if you’ll have him. I want to be in your life but, I understand if you want nothing to do with me.”

Yoongi blinks now, and the tears land upon his cheeks, “You’re my hyung...” And it really is a desperate proclamation, “...you’ll always be my hyung...”

The chair screeches against the tile, causing Yoongi to jump in his seat until he realizes what his brother is doing. Rounding the table, stands to the side of Yoongi with open arms and his own tears atop his cheeks.

He eyes him for only a few seconds before standing up suddenly and accepting Geum-jae into his arms. The two of them seem to collapse against one another. Yoongi breaks down and sobs in the arms of his older brother.

Just as he would have when they were young.

When times were hard and he could take shelter behind the one person who made him feel safe, the first person who ever showed him love.

“I’m so sorry Yoongi-ah.”

His words cause Yoongi to squeeze his eyes shut as he nods against the expensive fabric of his brother’s dress shirt, “I know.” He sniffles and pats his back, “I know you are.”

Meanwhile...

You’ve been upstairs, straightening up the bedroom and trying to pass the time without worrying excessively about your boyfriend’s well-being.

Which turns out to be impossible...

Cleaning around the room/bathroom only takes you about 20 minutes before your flopping onto the massive bed and, pulling out your phone. Scrolling through Tik Tok, you hope for a substantial distraction and, lucky for you- one arrives.

But, it isn’t on Tik Tok...

Jungkook: So you know Jimin right...

The text from Jungkook confuses you as you’re pretty sure it's like the middle of the night back home and, it’s not like him to text you outside of the group chat.

You: I have heard of him yes

You: Isn’t he like your boyfriend or something?

Jungkook: ha ha

Jungkook: about that

Jungkook: what if he wasn’t my boyfriend anymore?

Your eyes widen and, you immediately sit up in bed and hover anxiously over your phone.

You: !!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN

Jungkook: shhhhhh don’t yell

Jungkook: my future fiance is sleeping...

You’re about ready to get on a flight back home to kick his ass before your vision focuses on the word he’s just sent.

You: excuse me

You: YOU’RE WHAT ???????????

Jungkook: …

Jungkook: What did I just tell you smh

You: *whispers* WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT JUNGKOOK

Jungkook: -____-

Jungkook: can I call

You: ?????? Obviously!!!!

Seconds later, Jungkook’s name illuminates your screen.

“Good evening,” He begins calmly, “I’m having a panic attack...”

You giggle, “What’s going on????”

“Well you see- I am in love with Park Jimin and I fear it may be terminal.”

“Terminal huh? Is that how you describe a lifelong partnership with your one true love?”

“...yes.”

“Jungkook,” You urge him through your laughter, “What is going on?”

You hear him sigh, “I think I’m going to ask Jimin to marry me.”

Squealing, you jump up on your knees, “Wait seriously?! Jungkook!”

“Yah! Don’t yell at me! This is all your fault!”

“My fault??? How is this my fault?”

“Well technically I guess- it's Yoongi’s fault because, he’s the one that convinced me to get in touch with my feelings or whatever- either way, I am STILL the victim. And now I want to be with him forever and it’s disgusting...”

You flop back against the pillows and laugh again, “If Jimin knew this was how you were telling people you were proposing, he would kill you.”

He doesn’t hesitate, “He’s going to kill me either way Y/N...it’s bad- the other day, he sent me a selfie and, I had heart palpitations for like 15 minutes.”

“If your man doesn’t give you heart palpitations then, that isn’t your man.” You conclude.

“Y/N...” Jungkook whines now, sounding very much like the boy you met back in middle school.

“Jungkook...” You whine back causing him to finally chuckle on the other end of the line.

“I’m scared...”

“I know but, you and Jimin are so perfect for each other, there is no way that this wouldn’t work out.”

“More perfect than you and Yoongi?” He teases, reverting back to being a little shit.

And his question makes you scoff, “Oh sweetheart- obviously not. But second place isn’t bad!”

He laughs now and it’s the full bellied sound that you love hearing.

“You really think we’re perfect together?”

Despite his inability to see you, you smile at his need for validation,

“Duh. You two are literally soulmates.”

Jungkook is quiet on the other line but when he speaks again, you can hear the giddiness in his voice, “Ok so...will you help me then???”

Back downstairs, Yoongi and Geum-jae are sat at the bar in front of the window that faces his backyard. As he predicted, the rain came back in full force and is now propelling itself against the clean glass. After their emotional encounter in the dining room, Geum-jae suggested that they have a drink together and relax for a moment.

He had poured each of them a glass of wine, ensuring not to fill his glass up too much.

“Your girlfriend is a wonderful woman; you made a good choice.”

At the mention of you, Yoongi’s lips twitch, his eyes watching the droplets of water chaotically race down the window, “Thank you. But, it was her who chose me, I’m still working out exactly why.”

Geum-jae chuckles, “I see you’re still selling yourself short ah? Did you two meet at school?”

Yoongi smirks, “Yeah, we met 6 months ago in my psychology class. She was my partner on our final project.”

“Ah.” He nods, “Things blossomed that way then?”

Yoongi’s heart throbs a bit as his brain begins its recollection of his time with you.

So much has happened during your relationship, he forgets that he hasn’t known you all his life.

It certainly feels like he has.

“Yeah.”

Geum-jae chuckles, “You’re so reserved about her.”

Yoongi knows what he means. In the Min family, you always say things as they are. You don’t sugarcoat your sentiments and you definitely don’t play coy.

“I can’t help it-” He admits, and he can feel the heat on his cheeks now, “I find it difficult to talk about her...”

His brother bites his bottom lip, unable to help how endeared he is, “Can I ask why?”

Yoongi leans his cheek against the palm of his hand, still focusing on the rain, “It’s overwhelming.”

Geum-jae seems to understand but he chuckles anyway, “Do you plan on marrying her?”

His question hangs in the air for a moment. Yoongi’s brain once again travels elsewhere, and he is bombarded with images of you walking down the aisle. He has to take a deep breath as he forces the thoughts out of his head; he’s cried enough this evening.

“I would marry her tomorrow.”

Geum-jae's laughter increases now but now it bubbles over his lips in an excited fashion.

“Yahhhh! Look at that eh?” He congratulates him, “It’s safe to say you’re off the market for good then? Because I have a few of my friends who have been asking about you.”

This finally makes Yoongi laugh as he turns towards him, “That’s flattering.” He means it too but, he speaks the next set of words with all of the conviction he can muster, “There is no one else for me though.”

Geum-jae grins proudly and with a raise to his brows, he lifts his glass, “Well, let’s drink to that then.”

The clinking of crystal signifies so much. For now though, Yoongi allows it to represent the future and, all of the possibilities it may bring.

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miraculousandbts · 3 years

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BTS | AMAs

P.S. The story is in y/n's perspective. Just because I wanted to.

Summary: You get your first big nomination, but you just had to stumble into a very handsome stranger.

Pairing: OT7 X Reader (Platonic)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: Reader’s train of thought goes crazy every once in a while. I feel like this should be a warning.

I was hugging my manager and jumping in circles with her, as a way of expressing my happiness. Ashley was not only my manager, but also one of my closest friends, always supporting me and believing in me since the start. Both of us were ecstatic with the news, and this was our way of showing it. Aside from jumping, we both were also screaming very loudly. I had never been so thankful for having a house near the forest area without neighbours.

Oh, wait! I never introduced myself; how rude of me. (Yes, I was thinking about the Thea Stilton books...) I'm y/n, a singer and songwriter. I live in LA. Me and Ash were just watching the American Music Awards nominations, and we just couldn't control our excitement when they took my name. This was my first nomination for an award. It wouldn't be that big of a deal for an experienced artist or someone who has been in the industry for long, but I'm still a rookie, debuting only two years ago.

Me and Ashley finally calmed down when a very startled guard came in and told us that we screamed so loud that he saw bats fly away from deep inside the forest. We sheepishly apologised, and decided to go to sleep. I had been recording a song the whole day, while she had been busy with manager duties, so we both were exhausted. I had actually known her for the last four years, and she often stayed over. So often, in fact, that my guest room had become 'Ashley's Room' very quickly.

After bidding each other happy good nights, we both went to bed in our respective rooms, falling asleep speedily.

*****

Taylor was applying my makeup, while I sat in the stiff makeup chair. This had been going on for the past hour, despite me telling her that I wanted light makeup and a simple dress. Instead, she and my stylist Ben decided to go against my wishes for once. Ben had prepared an extravagant dress too fancy even for a royal ball, and I was thankful it wasn't pink or blue or yellow; I absolutely did not want to look like a princess, that just wouldn't be me. Taylor kept on applying a little too much makeup on my face for my liking. She was very talented, so at least I was sure I wouldn't look bad.

Right now, she was working on my eye makeup, expertly putting on eyeliner and...something. I'm not good with this stuff. Taylor's assistant, whose name I always forgot, was painting my nails. I looked at her working. She was a pro at this. She smoothly glided the brush over my nails, effortlessly painting them purple, and then decorating them. She used as less materials as possible, knowing I hated it when even my nails felt heavy; my face was enough.

After two more hours of torture, I was finally ready. I looked breathtaking, but if I had an option, I would still go with something lighter. After another hour of sitting in the limo, we were finally there.

I got out, and there were cameras in my face. All I saw were purple blotches, because the camera men couldn't use their brains enough to shut off the flash. Or maybe those cameras didn't have an option to shut off the flash.

Anyway, I struck a few poses, blew some kisses, and walked ahead. And then I saw Dan. He was a reporter for such gigs, and I often did short interviews with him. He wasn't like the others; he didn't ask about rumours or made new ones, he didn't ask controversial questions to increase their channel's TRP.

I gave him a grin and walked towards him.

"Hey, Dan."

"Y/n! Looking beautiful as always."

"Oh, you flatter me." I kept a hand on my chest.

"Okay, stop with the over dramatics, girlie." You grinned.

He motioned his cameraman to start recording. I tuned out the whole introduction, and focused when he asked me a question, the said question being how was I feeling about being here even though it hadn't been long since my debut. "It's all thanks to my fans. I love making music, and I believe that if you do something with true passion, you will be successful. I guess this is destiny's way of showing me that what I'm doing is right. And not gonna lie, it feels like I've been feeling like I'm on a sugar rush since the nominees were announced, because of the adrenaline."

After some more questions and smiles, I finally went in.

I was too focused on not tripping on my own feet because of the long dress, so the first thing I did after entering was bump into someone. Great! I wasn't even surprised anymore, knowing how I was. "I am so sorry!" I looked up with wide eyes, only to meet kind brown ones. It took me a second to register that he wasn't alone, six other men behind him. They seemed familiar. I could tell they were from east Asia. I glanced at all of them, and then looked at him, apologising again.

"It is okay." He had a cute accent to his English, and I internally smiled, not only because of his accent, but also because he wasn't mad. I must've smiled in relief, because he looked amused. Now that I was looking at him properly, he was handsome, with a capital H. Little round face, pretty eyes, cute boop-able nose. And then he smiled. And then I died. It was the cutest smile I had ever seen!

Thankfully, I wasn't the kind of gal who would stand there checking him out. All of this took me a second, and I excused myself after thanking him.

*****

"Oh, hey!" I heard a smooth deep voice as soon as I sat down. I looked to my side and found one of the friends of the man I had bumped into earlier. I was right, my brain didn't forget. I smiled a small smile. "Hey."

Extending my hand towards him the old fashioned way, introduced myself. "Y/n."

He shook my hand, seemingly unfazed by my apparent childish behaviour. "Kim Namjoon, more commonly known as RM."

That's when it clicked. RM. K-Pop. BTS. My eyes must've widened; I was always terrible at hiding my emotions. "Everything okay?" He brought me out of my stupor. "Uh, yeah. Just, when I stumbled into one of you guys before, you all seemed familiar, I just couldn't place your faces anywhere." I replied honestly. "Oh." He simply leaned back into his chair and nodded.

"So, in which category are you nominated?" He continued.

"Top social artist. You?"

"Same. It'll be a four year streak for us if we win again."

"Ooh, really. Well then, I hope you win."

"Don't you want to win?"

"Coming here already feels like a dream. I don't think I can handle the adrenaline if I do win."

"So basically you want us to win for completely selfish purposes, huh?"

You both laughed at that remark, and continued making small talk for a while. Then he said he had to use the washroom. I hummed in his direction, and as soon as he got up, I saw the guy I had ran into in the chair next to his.

He had noticed Namjoon getting up too, so he was looking on my direction. He grinned at me, and sat in Namjoon's chair. "Hello."

"Hey."

"I am sorry. My English is not that good. Only Namjoon speaks English." He sheepishly rubbed his neck. "Why are you apologising for that?" I was genuinely curious. It was okay to not know perfect English. Even though I was a native English speaker, I still made mistakes. Everyone did. And the said language wasn't even his first language. "At the entrance, I wanted to talk."

"Oh. Well, You should have, I don't judge because of stuff like this." He smiled at that. "I will introduce you to them." He gestured to his band mates who were very engrossed in the show. Before he could do that, I interrupted him. "Hey, sorry. I haven't been in the industry for long, and I've only ever heard your guys' name, so...I only know RM and V? Is that right? So, yeah, I don't know your name."

I cursed at myself internally. Way, to go y/n! So damn awkward. He must've sensed my hesitation, because all he did was offer me his hand. Ooh, the old fashioned way. Good to know I wasn't the only one.

"Suga."

"Y/n." I shook his hand. Namjoon came back at that moment and him and Suga said something to each other in Korean. Wait, Suga? That does not sound right. Oh, right! It must be his stage name.

And then I facepalmed. Literally. I didn't think before my hand met my forehead. I must've made a pretty loud smack, because both of them were now looking at me like I was some weirdo. I sighed and slowly hid my face in my hands. "These kind of things always happen to me..." I mumbled.

I looked up when I heard them chuckling. I pouted, but I knew they could see the relief on my face that they didn't think of me like I was demented. "Don't worry, we've been living with these guys for the past eight years, these kind of things don't faze us anymore." Namjoon gestured to the other guys, who were still oblivious to their surroundings, absorbed in the performances.

I let out a breathy chuckle at the fact that they were so openly dissing their own friends. Namjoon, by now, was seated in the chair in which Suga was previously sitting in.

"So, I refuse to believe that Suga is your real name. And I would rather be literal friends with you guys, rather than two artists who just know each other."

"Yoongi. Min Yoongi." The way he said it reminded me of how Geronimo Stilton introduced himself. 'Why my brain has to go down completely random memory lanes is beyond me...and why am I thinking about a kid's book series?'

Within the next hour, I had been introduced to the other guys, and all of us were conversing about anything and everything. Seokjin was very happy that I was loving his dad jokes, Hoseok was a little too excited about my proposal of shooting a dance cover on one of mine or their songs, Jimin, Taehyung and me got along very well, as we were all the same age, and Jungkook had offered to teach me boxing, after I expressed my wish to learn it.

All in all, I was getting along very well with them. They were fun to be with, and it was absolutely adorable how they sometimes got flustered over their mistakes while talking. After the fun night ended, I congratulated them on their win, and went home, completely exhausted.

*****

"Noona!" Jungkook was the first to notice me. With wide eyes and a happy grin, he came to hug me. I had decided to surprise the boys by coming to Korea. Right now, I was standing in their dance studio. Even after four years, we were still going strong. It felt like now I had four elder brothers, two twins, and a kid. '...that was a terrible reference...god, please tell me what is wrong with me.'

Soon, all the boys came to hug me, though I tried running away to avoid their sweaty hugs, but Jungkook held me at one place, while I tried to squirm away. I should've just waited in their dorm.

"Kookie!" All I got in reply was a mischievous giggle. He really was a baby. Later that day, a collaboration between us was confirmed, and I couldn't have been happier.

Geronimo Stilton and Thea Stilton might be kids’ books, but they’re still the best!! Change my mind, I dare you.

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putschki1969 · 4 years

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「KEIKO Live K002 ＊＊Lantana＊咲いたよ＊＊」Live Report

■KEIKO Live K002 ＊＊Lantana＊咲いたよ＊＊ Day & Time：2020/12/16　Doors open: 18:00／Start: 19:00 Venue：Zepp DiverCity TOKYO Live Stream Option: https://stagecrowd.live/4182631157/ Streaming Ticket Sale: 12/1 12:00～12/23 13:00 Ticket Price: 3,000円 Archive: 12/16～12/23

Everyone, SUPPORT Keiko and GO BUY a ticket if you haven’t yet!! (TUTORIAL) It was a REALLY cool live! Keiko was adorable! Koichi Korenaga and Hitoshi Konno added so much to so many songs with their guitar and violin. Also, we got May’n and KEIKO singing to the beginning, a May’n song AND a Christmas song together, all those collabs were AMAZING!!!

KEIKO in a leather jacket on stage. YESSSS!!! What more does a fangirl want? :P And she is wearing what seems to be a red skirt an embellished Christmas-y black top.

Find my first impression below the cut 〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

1.Be Yourself: Still doesn’t sound good live. Not at all. Her version from the first live performance might actually have been better than this. I think she shouldn’t start her lives with this song. I feel like she needs to be more warmed-up to go this high.

2.ミチテハカケル (?): New song. She did tease us on Twitter that there would be some new songs performed at the live but I wasn’t expecting this. Meh...Another more or less forgettable up-tempo song that is not really up my alley. Kinda like Change the World’s Color. Her vocals improved a bit though compared to Be Yourself.

MC: She promises to interact with her online audience once May’n comes on stage. YAY!

3. Hajimari wa: Finally we are getting somewhere. The start of the concert was a bit bumpy but this is a solid performance.

4. 溜め息の消える街 (Tameiki no Kieru Machi): Another solid performance. By now you know this is not my cup of tea but the live version is enjoyable enough (especially since she is not singing super high).

MC: Hitoshi Konno comes on stage. Keiko remembers their first meeting back in the day. It was for a recording for the Sound Horizon live in 2008. Keiko was super excited to have live strings at the studio and she really idolised Konno back then for his gorgeous playing. She was dying to meet him because so far she had only heard his playing. She was imagining a figure like Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon coming out of the recording booth. But then only Konno came out XD Needless to say, Keiko was quite disappointed. Konno doesn’t seem to remember or he was barely listening to Keiko it seems XD He really has no idea why Keiko is telling us all of this. Keiko says she just wanted to try talking freely about something random.

5. Ray: Ohhhh, the first song I REALLY love from the performance. Ray benefits a lot from the added violin. And Keiko sounds great.

6. 夕顔 (Yugao): YESSSSSSSSS! I was hoping they would use Konno’s violin for this. The intro and bridge were so gorgeous. And the end literally killed me. I LOVED Keiko’s live rendition so much, her expressive vocals hit me right in the feels.

7. 茜 (Akane): Live violin FTW. Will forever love the verses. The chorus sounds better than in her first live (still not good though - that nobashite mo and kawakasu are just a little too painful for my poor ears).

MC: Let’s say hello to May’n. May’n is happy to have been asked to appear as guest in Keiko’s live. She is nervous and excited because it has been a while for her to do a live with an audience (+ a live stream). Keiko is going to sing Kalafina together with May’n! BANZAI. On a side note, they are so freaking cute together. May’n is complaining because Keiko so nonchalantly announced that they would be singing a Kalafina song. She thinks this is very special for all of us so it sould be announced accordinly :P Keiko is in a hurry to start singing :P

8. to the beginning: WOW, WOW, WOW! Keiko SLAYS!!! *sobs* The feels!!! And I don’t even like ttb all that much. Keiko got so emotional towards the end. And she sounded better than ever and was obviously so excited to sing a Kalafina song again. Didn’t reallypay much attention to May’n’s vocals. Obviously she is not Wakana.

MC: The excitement is real. May’n loves ttb and has listened to it MANY MANY times so to get to sing it together with Keiko was awesome. Keiko seems to share the sentiment. She is impressed by May’n stage presence and steadiness. Keiko then congratulates May’n on her 15th Anniversary. They finally take a look at the chat for a little while. Keiko is greeting everyone with “yahoo” which everyone in the chat seems to find hilarious because we have never really heard her say this. Someone watches from Korea so Keiko shares some Korean words she knows :P Lots of Macho-senpai talk XD Keiko explains the origin of macho-senpai. It’s from a program Kalafina atteneded and May’n hosted back in the day. Both of them like muscle training so May’n came up with the nickname of macho-senpai for Keiko even though Keiko isn’t even macho or anythin. May’n was shocked to realise that the nickname gained so much popularity and now it is even on Keiko’s Wikipedia page! May’n looks up to Keiko and wants to become macho like her which is why Keiko is “macho-senpai” for her. Keiko denies being macho but May’n is like, “you do so much sports, you are so cool, you love to eat meat, you generally eat a lot (and still stay so thin), you are definitely macho!!!” LOL Keiko thinks about calling May’n Maycho but May’n isn’t into it and she thinks the audience doesn’t like that nickname either even though they can’t see anyone’s face but she sees it in their eyes XD Her HOLA to Mexico is so cute. The tablet is getting heavy so they decide to return it. They are so touchy-feely with each other. And now they are singing a May’n song.

9. graphite / diamond: Never heard it but they rocked the stage together. SO COOL.

MC: Time for Koichi Korenaga. Lots of cat talk (fyi Kore-chan owns a cat). It’s called JOJO (Jocchan) and Kore-chan often posts pictures on Twitter. Keiko could talk forever about JOJO with Kore-chan.

10. 笑ってやる (Waratte Yaru): Another new song! With lots of English lyrics! Liking this A LOT more than ミチテハカケル I think. So badass. I am into it.

11. エンドロール (End Roll): Is still freaking cool. A mic-stand makes everything better!! Great transition from Waratte Yaru.

12. Change the World’s Color: While I am not a big fan of the studio live I do quite enjoy her live performances due to her being so enthusiastic. But End Roll and Waratte Yaru are much superior!

MC: Korenaga is about to leave when Keiko reminds him there is one more song to sing XD But before that: Band member introduction. She forgot the guitarist’s full name :P

13: 七色のフィナーレ (Nanairo no Finale): With both Koichi Korenaga and Hitoshi Konno. BANZAI. Sounds even more like a YK song now. Konno adds so much to the arrangement. Although I think they should have gotten rid of some of the super pop-ish elements of the arrangement to fit the violin more but oh well, it didn’t take away from my listening pleasure. Her final lalala part and the last bit hit differently. So emotional. She obviously felt at home with Konno and Korenaga at her side. So beautiful. Her vocals were a tiny bit better during K001 though and she did make a mistake at one point where her voice literally broke but I am not sure if it was because she was emotional or if she was just exhausted from singing so many up-tempo and high-key songs in a row.

ENCORE: An instrumental of Jingle Bells. May’n is back on stage with Keiko. They want to eat yakiniku for Christmas, not chicken but beef! YAY. MERRY CHRISTMAS!! Keiko loves May’n’s pants and is close to stripping her XD Keiko points out that the slit is very high. I think what she is doing counts as molestation :P Anyways, May’n is super excited to see a new side of Keiko in the future. She has known her for so long but there are still so many new things to discover and that makes her very curious and she feels like it will be the same for all of her fans. Keiko is touched by May’n’s heartfelt little message. Since it’s almost Christmas they need to sing a Christmas song

EN 1. 荒野の果てに (Angels We Have Heard on High): AHHHHHHHHH, one of my favourite Christmas songs. The beginning was FLAWLESS!! Actually loved the pop arrangement even though I usually prefer a more classical one. How I wish I had gotten to hear Kalafina sing this T_T But either way, their collab was great!! I will never like May’n’s voice and it doesn’t go too well with Keiko’s imo but hey, she still did fine.[What I would give to hear Wakana sing this with Keiko. We got a mini version during Kalafina Club once and even that sounded amazing]

EN2. 命の花 (Inochi no Hana): Really loved it.

MC: Keiko says she has many fun things planned for next year so we should look forward to it.

#kalafina #keiko #report #KEIKO Live K002 ＊＊Lantana＊咲いたよ＊＊#KEIKO Live K002 #to the beginning #konno hitoshi #korenaga koichi #may'n #I added a detailed summary to the MCs

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milkybonya · 4 years

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a Letter a week - Penpal!Hui Au

Warnings: mentions of food, video calling

Pairing: Hui x (gender neutral) reader !

Word count: 3.5k words

Summary: Where Hui is trying to learn English and you are trying to learn Korean, so your schools set you up as penpals.

[a/n]: so ever since my friend told me that my soulmate is supposedly a virgo and i realized that Hui is a virgo, i’ve been a lil more soft for Hui ever since. also Hui is just so talented and makes me happy and deserves the world SO YEAH i hope this is enjoyable !

Everyone was always excited to reach the last year of high school; not only because of graduation, but also because all seniors, if they wanted to, would be given a penpal from another country to write to for a year. It was your school’s tradition.

On the first day of senior year, you had written on the penpal form that you would prefer to have a penpal from Korea, since you were trying to learn Korean and were interested in their culture. You also got the option of choosing whether or not you wanted to write the first letter, and you said you didn’t mind either way.

The next week, all of the seniors were supposed to send out their firstletters. Your teacher informed you that your penpal wanted to write the first letter, so you would have to wait until next week to receive it.

“The only thing I’ll tell you is that he is from Korea! I hope that he will help you on your Korean-learning journey,” your teacher said, smiling at you with her hands clasped together.

At lunch, your friends were all talking about their penpals.

“I really hope my penpal likes marvel too. That was one of the first things I wrote about!” one of your friends, sitting to your left said.

“I just want someone who’s cute so I can end up dating them,” your other friend said, across from you.

The friend to your left scoffed. “Not everything is about love, you know!”

Incoming letter from Hui!

A week later, a letter from Korea finally arrived at your door. You rushed up to your room to read it, seeing the sender’s name: Lee Hwitaek.

Hello,

I am Hwitaek (●⌒ｖ⌒●) but if easier, call me Hui! I am happy to be writing with you. They said that we are writing together because you want to learn Korean and I want to learn English. Please teach me well （´・｀）♡ I will try to teach you also! Funny, my mother is an old English teacher, so she want me to learn English too.

A bit about me, I like music very much! I like writing songs and dancing too. I do that a lot with my friends. They are nice but can make me feeling angry sometimes （￣^￣） I have an older brother, but my friends are like a younger brothers (╯︵╰,) I like to playing games with them sometimes too. Do you like music too? And games?

I wanted to write for you first because I was so excited! I will be excited to get your letter too. I think what time it is when you get my letter? Now when I write it, it is afternoon here. I am writing in my bedroom and the sky is today very pretty. How does the sky looking there?

I don’t want write too much, don’t want to make you bored. I am excited for your reply!

waiting,

Hwitaek

When you finished reading, you sprawled out on your bed, staring at the ceiling. He sounded so sweet and wholesome... You bolted upright, rushing to your desk to write a response.

It went back and forth like this, week after week. You would receive a letter from him every week, and he would receive one from you every week too. As the two of you wrote to each other more often, the letters grew longer and longer, full of more things you wanted to tell each other.

Somehow, the two of you really clicked, even though it did not go so well for your other friends.

“It’s so awkward... I think I’m going to have to stop writing,” one of your friends told you.

At some point, Hui started to decorate the envelopes and letters that he would send to you with little coloured doodles, since that was all he could do. Your school had said that you and your penpal could only include ‘goodies’ in the letter (like photos, pressed flowers or stickers) after two months. However, after two months, you were not allowed to send a photo of yourself yet.

As soon as those two months passed, you included photos of all of your favourite places in your city as well as some pressed flowers that had an important memory attached to them.

Incoming letter from Hui!

Those places look very beautiful! I wonder if I can come there some day? Maybe with you? I hope so... I am very curious to see you and meet you. Also, thank you for the flowers! I am going to put them in my favourite book, so they can be safe. They still smell good too (●⌒ｖ⌒●)

This is a book café that I went to, it reminded me of the book that I kept your flowers in ^^ Is it pretty? Do you like places like this? I wonder if I can take you here one day...

This is an old photo... After you told me you had a hard time this week, I decided to include these, because they mean rebirth （´・｀）♡ I hope that you can feel reborn and have a better week this week, starting fresh !

His letter cheered you up a lot, especially because you confided in him about how hard your past week had been and he took that into account, thinking of you.

Excited at being able to send each other things, you would send things ranging from small candies to movie tickets from a movie you had seen. You were always excited to see Hui’s reactions to the candies you sent. Sometimes he would comment about how you had to send him more because of how much he enjoyed it, other times he would nicely say that he didn’t like it.

After another two months, you were finally allowed to send each other photos of yourselves, if you felt comfortable to, of course. The letters leading up to this moment consisted of you and Hui counting down the days, Hui constantly writing about how excited he was to finally put a face to your words. When you felt insecure and thought he would be disappointed, he insisted that you were absolutely beautiful no matter what.

Sometimes, his words really made you blush. His encouragement, his genuine responses to all of the things you wrote to him about. He made your heart feel warm with his kindness.

Incoming letter from Hui!

Hello,

Finally, you can see that this is me! I worried so much to choose a picture where I was cool and stylish, do I look okay? Here you see me drinking my favourite Starbucks that you know I like ^.^

I am very excited to know that your next letter will also have your photo. I am very happy to know that I will finally see your beautiful face soon!

As you continued to read Hui’s letter, you could not stop staring at the photo he had sent to you. His peach hair and his soft skin. His hand barely revealing itself under the big jean jacket made you want to hold it and wrap his delicate fingers around your hand... Wait, no. Hold his hand? Goodness what were you thinking... Your face got hot and you had to open a window to let some air in.

When you finally calmed down, you wrote your response letter, quickly putting a photo of yourself inside and sealing the envelope.

Incoming letter from Hui!

Wow.. So this is what you look like? I can really not believe it... You are so beautiful, you should have never been worried about disappointing me at all. Your beauty is at the maximum level! I am so happy to see your photo like this... I am so happy to see the face of the kind person who has been writing to me all this time. Thank you so much.

Hui went on and on gushing about how wonderful you are. In fact, the entire letter was about you and your cold hands kept nearing your warm face to cool it down, touching your red cheeks. His words were so sweet, despite English not being his first language.

Just like that day when you received his letter for the first time, you collapsed on your bed. Your heart was racing, you couldn’t stop smiling and your face was so. Red. That was the moment. That was when you realized your feelings for Hui. No one else could make you feel this way.

Hui always made sure to include a photo of himself from that point on. You saved them in an empty photo album that you had, but you never admitted that to Hui. (Little did you know, Hui was always saving all of the photos you would send of yourself to him each week too)

As it was nearing the end of your time in high school, your friends were surprised at how well you were getting along with Hui. You would show them a few of his letters and photos sometimes, and they would tease you a lot.

“He writes to you like this? Isn’t this more of a love letter? ‘My dear, it’s okay to be afraid. It’s okay to do badly. As long as you have tried your best, know that I will be with you until the end’“ your love-obsessed friend read out. You quickly snatched the letter from her hands, not wanting to hear those precious words be read out mockingly. But you had to admit, you were blushing at your friends comments.

Your friend took that chance to point your red face out. “Look, look, look! The colour of her face went red in an instant! Don’t tell me... you like him?”

“So what if I do!” You said, a little annoyed and tired of all of the teasing. Your friends looked at each other, smirking and winking.

“Wow I can’t believe it. This has never happened before in the history of penpalling at our school,” another one of your friends said, sitting to your right.

During the last month of school, you were finally allowed to exchange social media if you wished to continue staying in touch. Of course Hui shared his sns with you, and you did the same with him. You were surprised to find that quite a few of the pictures on his feed were of the letters and things that you had sent him.

“Another letter from my lovely penpal~!”

“They sent me all of the sweets that I love so much this time >.<”

All of his other captions were full of excitement in receiving your letters, too. And what was funny was that you had also boasted Hui’s letters on your sns once or twice. The two of you talked about how funny this was in your DMs.

The instant you got the chance to, you video called. Your heart was racing and you were nervous that it would be uncomfortable, imagining Hui smiling awkwardly and not knowing what to say.

(including this gif again because I imagine this is what he’ll look like during your first video call)

“Ah, hello hello?” Hui said.

“Hello!” You responded.

“Oh, [y/n]! Look at you! Looking so good! How are you?” He said, smiling brightly.

Eventually the conversation started flowing and the two of you laughed and talked until you felt tired.

It was sad when you had to hang up, but you knew that you could always contact him soon. It was a lot nicer being able to text him whenever you wanted.

Hui was kind and would simply call you when you didn’t feel comfortable showing your face. One day, you even fell asleep to the sound of his soft voice while he was talking about what he and his friends had done the day before.

“-So Shinwon and I, you know Shinwon, I told you about him right? We were playing games and I really didn’t want to lose-oh. [y/n]? [y/n]? Are you sleeping? Ah, I will hang up now and let you sleep.”

You felt bad when you realized that you had fallen asleep in the middle of him talking, but he insisted later that it was okay.

“It was cute to hear you softly snore and breathe heavy” he texted you.

Other times, he would sing his songs for you, asking you what you thought. There wasn’t a single song of his that you didn’t enjoy, but you were always honest in telling him when you thought something sounded awkward.

“[y/n]! Stay back after class, I need to have a word with you,” your teacher said during your final week of classes.

As everyone left, you slowly walked to the front of your class, feeling worried.

“Don’t be worried!” Your teacher said, as if reading your mind. “I have good news.”

She sat at her desk and gestured for you to sit at the desk nearest to her.

“So, there is actually a prize for those who are able to get along with their penpals well. We did not tell anyone in case some people would fake that they liked their penpals and would keep forcing themselves to send letters, but after seeing how much you enjoy talking to Hui to a point where you even exchanged social media, we will pay for you to fly to Korea this summer.”

You couldn’t believe it. You had always wanted to go there, always dreamed of it, and to know that you could meet Hui made you even happier.

“Thank you so much! Thank you, thank you,” you repeated and your teacher simply smiled.

As soon as your plane landed during a Korean afternoon, you were nervous.

“You are coming to Korea? When? Which flight? Please tell me so I can meet you at the airport”

You remembered Hui’s texts when you told him you were coming. Stepping out of the airplane, you knew that he would be there after you passed security and picked up your luggage. You were so excited to finally see him, not through a screen or photo, to hold him and hug him- calm down, you told yourself.

As you approached the doors that were all that stood between you and Hui, you stopped to close your eyes and take a breath. Gathering your senses, you followed the other people through the doors.

Your eyes instantly found Hui. He was checking his phone and the arrivals screen before he looked at the doors and his eyes met yours. He smiled so brightly that you thought you would fall to the ground right there and then - his smile looked so much warmly in person.

You walked faster and faster towards him, not being able to contain your excitement. He waved wildly at you, laughing. When you were only three metres away, he scrunched his nose and held out his arms for you, ready for the hug that you never told him you wanted, but really did.

You buried yourself into his chest, feeling the warmth of his arms around you. Finally, finally...

He stepped back to take a good look at you and he could not stop smiling, neither could you, honestly.

“Wow, finally I am able to see you...” he said.

As he helped you with your luggage, you noticed a white envelope in his back pocket. He drove you to his home, which you had agreed to stay at after he offered.

At his home, he showed you to the only bedroom since he noticed you were tired. When you looked concerned, wondering where he would sleep, he said, “Don’t worry! I have another mattress that I can lay on the ground.” No matter how much you insisted that you could sleep on the ground, he wouldn’t let you.

You changed into clean, comfortable clothes and laid down in his bed. There was a faint scent of perfume hidden in the bedsheets, and you could tell it was his. You fell asleep soundly while smiling and listening to Hui trying not to make noise in the kitchen.

When you woke up, Hui had prepared something for you to eat. He told you that he had tried his best and “sorry if it isn’t so good,” but you enjoyed it. It was nice to have some warm, home cooked food after the flight.

“I know it is dark, but do you want to go to one of my favourite coffee shops?” He asked, leaning forward in his seat and staring into your eyes with a grin. You shyly agreed and walked to the coffee shop that was near his house.

On the way, the cars and streetlights blurred together like a galaxy (or universe, should i say) and you really felt like you were over the moon, walking next to Hui.

When you arrived at the coffee shop, you realized immediately. It was the same one as in the first photo he had sent you.

“You know this place, right?” he asked, while holding the door open.

“I do, I remember! You sent me the photo,” you said.

After ordering drinks, you walked over to a quiet corner by a window. You had noticed that Hui was carrying the white envelope that was in his back pocket when he met you at the airport. You were too flustered to ask him about it then, but now as he laid it on the table, you asked.

“This?” he said, pointing at it. “It’s for you, but read it after our drinks come.”

A few minutes later, when a server brought your drinks, you snatched the envelope right away, Hui laughing at your eagerness. Neatly tearing it open, you read it.

Wow, I cannot believe that when you read this, I will have met you in person. My heart races at the thought, and I cannot wait for it. The truth is, my heart races a lot these days. After seeing your picture for the first time... I was really... I could not stop looking at your cute face and I really wished to see you in person.

After calling you and hearing your voice, my feeling for you grew. I fell asleep thinking of you and woke up excited to check my messages for your name. Even before all of this, your letters always made me happy and cheered me up.

I’m sorry that it is only now that I am realizing my feelings. But yes, I am saying that I like you. Can you accept my confession?

It was so brave, to risk a friendship in that way. But you knew this meant that Hui knew to some extent of your feelings for him.

You brushed your thumb over the curves of his writing and looked up at him. He had been staring at the window, a trace of a smile in his face that grew when he looked back at you to meet your eyes. His head was cocked to the side, waiting for your response.

“Hui...” you wanted to say it, you wanted to say it so bad but you were nervous. So you grabbed a pen from the table and wrote your feeling on a napkin, just like you had written your feelings in your letters to him every week. “Hui, I like you too” you wrote.

As soon as he could make out your lettering, he grabbed your hand and smiled, looking into your eyes.

“Should we date, then? Starting from this moment?” he asked, and with your small nod, it was affirmed.

You felt butterflies non-stop in your stomach, and even though you thought things would be awkward, Hui didn’t let that happened. He resumed the conversation as if it was the two of you video calling again.

When you stepped out of the café, having finished your drinks, Hui walked in front of you and faced you. He cupped your face in his soft hands and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and feel your heart flutter. When you opened your eyes, you noticed the full moon shining brightly in the sky.

He held your hand for the rest of the walk home, excitedly telling you about all the places he wanted to go with you.

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Before I Met You | Twenty

Next Update: ~December 29, 2020

Pairing: NCT (Jaehyun, Lucas, Mark, Jaemin, Johnny) X Reader/OC

Genre: Romance, Angst, Coming of Age

Summary: Four. There were four people before I fell in love with you… Here are their stories.

Author’s Note: Hello! Sorry I’m a few days late -- was doing some finishing touches. Also, instead of having a regular update schedule, I think I’ll be sticking with letting you know when you can expect the next update!

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“Where are you going?” Jia asks as soon as she sees me putting on my boots.

I glance up at her as I zip up my right boot. “Grocery store.”

“Oh… by yourself?”

I’m not sure why Jia suddenly decided to ask today who I’m going to the grocery store with. Perhaps because I went last Saturday morning, never go in consecutive weeks, and certainly never go at two o’clock in the afternoon. Or she senses that I’m sneaking around her and avoiding questions like I was with Jaemin.

“No, Johnny asked me to go with him.”

“Johnny?!” she exclaims. “Why does Johnny want to go to the grocery store with you?! He seems to want to hang out with you a lot, huh?”

“I don’t know. I mean, we just played card games and talked yesterday.”

Jia’s eyes widen. “What if he likes you?!”

I shrug.

That is a good question though. What if he does like me? Then what am I supposed to do? I would go out with him, but—

“Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” she asks. “I saw a girl here like a month ago with him. I didn’t recognize her.”

“I don’t know. He’s never mentioned any—

Shit. No. That’s what Jaemin did. Please do not let this be a repeat of Jaemin. I don’t have time for that kind of shit again.

Jia quirks her eyebrow, wondering why I suddenly stopped midsentence. “Any… what? What are you thinking?”

“Uh, he’s never mentioned anything about it. Have you ever seen her around here after that?”

“No, I don’t think so…”

I press my lips together. “Maybe they broke up.”

“What if he does like you?!” she asks excitedly. “Would you go out with him?” I blink a few times and shrug. “I guess so.”

“So you’re from Medford? That’s cool. My family drove through there once on our way to Portland. It’s nice.”

“Yeah, I like it there. You grew up in San Jose, right?”

Johnny and I walk up the hill towards a local grocery store a few blocks north from where we live. My face feels cold from the end of fall chill, but I feel strangely happy. I’m sure it has something to do with the fact that I sort of have a crush on Johnny because I think he’s cute and we’re hanging out.

I’ve been asking him questions. Trying to figure out what he’s like. Trying to figure out whether he has a girlfriend... I know I could just be direct about it and ask, but it seems kind of random to suddenly say, “So, do you have a girlfriend?” when I barely know him.

We obviously know that we can’t just default to, “Oh, if he has a girlfriend, he wouldn’t be trying to hit on someone else” and immediately assume he has morals because apparently that’s not always true.

But aside from that issue, Johnny is nice and in the “getting to know you” stage, he’s decently interesting.

“Yeah. My parents and my sister moved to California a few months after I was born. So I lived with my grandparents in Korea until my parents came back to pick me up after settling down to bring me here,” he says.

“Do you speak Korean?”

“Yeah, but it’s not very good. I can get around though.”

“I’ve been trying to learn Korean,” I say. “I can read the alphabet and say a few phrases!”

“Oh really? I could help you out sometime.”

Johnny is a year younger than me and he has a sister that’s a year older than me that goes to school in San Francisco. His dad is often traveling for work, so Johnny doesn’t see him as often when he goes home to visit his mom every few weeks. Since she’s home by herself often, she spends a lot of her time volunteering at her church, though sometimes she’ll buy a plane ticket and meet Johnny’s dad wherever he traveled for work.

It seems… lonely.

We arrive at the grocery store and I follow him around, watching him pick out his groceries and making casual small talk about our classes, our interests, and what food to buy.

I can’t help but feel flirtatious. And that’s a weird feeling to me because I never feel flirtatious. Friendly and shy, sure. But flirtatious has only ever really occurred once and I’ll never forget that feeling. I clearly like Johnny, but I’m not trying to give it away. But he asked me to go grocery shopping so that has to count for something.

“Do you want some tea?” Johnny asks, pointing to a colorful display of canned teas.

I blink several times. “Uh, sure? I can Venmo you.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” he says. “Which one do you want?”

I spot my favorite flavor near the top and without saying a word, walk over to the display and get on my tippy toes in an attempt to reach the peach tea. My fingers are just a few inches shy of reaching it. Johnny chuckles and I keep my back to him to hide my frown. He walks up behind me and easily reaches over my hand to grab the can and place it in his cart.

“You could’ve just told me which one you wanted. That’s the benefit of being short with tall friends,” he teases.

“Hey! I’m not short!”

“You’re shorter than me.”

“Everyone is shorter than you!” I retort.

He chuckles again. “Yeah, that’s true. Is there anything you need? I’m done.”

I shake my head and turn to head towards the checkout line. An Oreo display case catches my eye and my expression morphs into one of disgust.

“Cherry cola Oreos?” I say in disbelief. “That sounds gross.”

“Hey, they’re probably good,” he responds, pulling out his phone.

I shrug. “I guess they had to pass the taste test before production.”

He doesn’t respond, engrossed in whatever is on his phone. My curiosity gets to the best of me and I begin peering over. He’s looking at an ad for Muji and in the top left corner are the Facebook chat bubbles. Mine is the only one on the screen and he doesn’t appear to have any other notifications. I don’t know what this would tell me. I figure if he had a girlfriend, she would message him while he was on his excursion. Actually, wouldn’t he ask her to accompany him? Unless…?

“Hey,” I greet, placing a glass of water and a plate of sliced fruit on the table. “How’s the studying going?”

Jaehyun lets out a heavy sigh. “It’s all right. A lot of terms to remember. Strategic risk, credit risk, call-options, price insurance… hard to keep them straight sometimes.”

“Do you have any flash cards? I can help test you if you want.”

He shakes his head. “That’s okay. Maybe a little later. I’m doing some practice questions now.” He looks at the plate, grabs an apple slice, and takes a bite. “Thanks.”

“You’ve taken and passed a couple exams already. I know you’ll do great on this one,” I say, taking a seat in the chair across from him.

“Yeah, but I had to take one of those exams multiple times.”

“So? You still passed. That’s all that matters. And now you’re on your way to becoming a certified financial planner! You’re doing great!”

Jaehyun smiles a bit. “I’d really like to pass this one the first time…”

“I’m sure with all the studying you’re doing, you’ll be fine. You still have a few weeks to get it down.”

“Yeah, but I have to work too…”

I chuckle lightly. “I don’t know how you do it. But you amaze me every day. Work, study, and pass these exams.”

“Honestly, I don’t really know either.” Jaehyun leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. “We should take a vacation after this.”

I clap my hands together. “Let’s go somewhere warm after I finish finals! Last vacation during law school because next semester it’s finals and then the bar exam.” I press my lips together and frown. “Tests. Always another test!”

“Are you coming in here to study?”

“Hm? Oh, I need to make a call to Siwon first. Why? Do you need something?”

Jaehyun smiles and shakes his head. “No.”

“Oh, okay,” I say as I get up from my seat. “Then I’ll—

“I just like it when you’re with me.”

I started spending more time downstairs with Chaeyoung and Shotaro. We’d sit in a comfortable silence to study and then chat over dinner. Occasionally Johnny would come down to join us. Though recently, he had been cooped up in his room trying to finish the last CS projects of the semester with Hendery. So we didn’t see each other as much, but he did message me frequently to see how I was doing and ate dinner downstairs with the rest of us.

Within a matter of weeks, classes ended and dead week was upon us. Now it was a week of intense cramming and poor diet followed by finals and then a few weeks to relax before doing it all over again. It’s like a hamster wheel… constantly running, only to find out you receive a piece of paper for your endeavors.

After finishing lunch in the dining room, I pack up my laptop and notebooks to set out for a psych review session and a few hours of library study for genetics. Johnny walks in and sits down at the neighboring table, thoughtfully watching me as I place my belongings into my bag.

“Where you going?” he finally asks.

“I have a review session for my psych class at two and then I’m going to study in the library until five or so.”

“Oh, where is it?

“In the life sciences building.”

“Oh.” He shifts around in his chair a bit and begins biting the inside of his lip. “Are you staying in the life science building after that?”

“Yeah, that’s the library I like.”

“Oh, okay. Maybe I should check it out.”

“It’s nice. It’s smaller and they usually have space.”

I glance at him, expecting him to ask to join me in the library, but when he doesn’t, I mentally shrug and throw my backpack over my shoulder.

“See you later,” I say, heading towards the door.

“Bye.”

At the review session, I scan the room and sit down next to an old dorm floormate. She doesn’t notice when I sit down, furiously texting someone with a furrowed brow.

“Ugh!” she groans.

“Everything okay?” I ask out of obligation.

“My boyfriend is being stupid.” She puts her phone back in her pocket. “I kinda think he’s cheating on me.”

I bite my lip and nod in acknowledgement. “Boys suck.”

“Tell me about it.”

I pull out my own phone to avoid any further divulgence and see a message notification.

Johnny: you said youre gonna study at the library after your review session right?

Heh. It sounds like someone’s too afraid to ask in person.

Me: Yeah

J: when does it end? can I join you? I wanna go study at the library but I don’t wanna get lost lol

My forehead creases in confusion upon reading Johnny’s reasoning. Get lost? How would you get lost?

Me: It’s over at 3 and yeah

Me: Just meet me in front of the library at 3

I’m holding back a smile. I wanted to go to the library with Johnny, but I also didn’t want to be the one to ask. To some extent, this was a test for him. To test his attraction? I like being chased just as much as the next person and if the opportunity presents itself to spend time with Johnny, then all the better.

J: ok! See u then!

An hour later, I exit the lecture hall and start walking to the other side of the building towards the library. Johnny’s tall figure is leaning against the railing in front of the entrance. He’s wearing a gray baseball cap and holding a textbook against his left thigh while using his other hand to scroll through something on his phone. I walk up to him and looks up from his phone.

“Hey!” he greets. “How was the review session?”

I shrug. “It was all right.” I gesture my head towards the library. “Ready to go in?”

He nods and I start walking into the library with him following slightly behind.

“Whoa,” he whispers, lightly grabbing onto the dangling strap of my backpack. “I’d definitely get lost in here. Make sure I don’t get lost.”

I turn my head slightly to look at him over my shoulder. Gawking at him, he smiles widely back at me. I blink at him a few times and turn back around, continuing on towards the tables in the back and pretending like I’m not leading a child with one of those backpack leashes.

Okay… maybe he’s just really, really weird.

God, this looks so stupid.

I stop in front of an empty table with two high chairs. Johnny lets go of the strap when he sees me move to take off my backpack and then follows suit. I place my belongings on the table and immediately immerse myself in reviewing for my genetics exam. I occasionally take glances over at Johnny who is diligently reading the textbook he was holding and taking notes. Normally, I’d pay a little more attention, but that’s not really my priority right now. However, I won’t deny that there’s this annoying voice in my head that’s asking, “What in the world is Johnny doing? He must like you, right? But what if he has a girlfriend that you don’t know about? Those pictures of him with that girl are still on his Instagram page, but some people leave all of those photos up even after they break up. I don’t have a gauge on what he’s like and whether he’d do that.”

Later that evening, while trying to finish a bioethics paper in bed, I receive a message from Johnny.

J: what are you doing?

Me: I’m trying to write this damn paper and it’s pissing me off

J: you want some cookies?

J: maybe it’ll help you write your paper

Me: Mm okay. I’ll be downstairs in a few

“Are you going downstairs?” Jia asks as I begin shuffling around and grabbing my backpack and a small blanket.

“Yeah.”

“Did you go to the library with Johnny earlier?”

I freeze in place and slowly turn around. How did she know about that?

“I saw you guys walking back together when I was coming back from my review session,” she continues, answering my question without her knowledge.

“Oh, yeah. He asked to meet me there.”

“Oooh!” She cracks into a wide, shit-eating grin. “He likes you! Are you meeting him downstairs too?!”

“Yeah, he said he had cookies. I want some.”

“Oh my gosh… do you like him?!”

I feel the heat rise up into my cheeks. “I mean, I think he’s cute and he’s fun to hang around with, but I don’t think I like him like that.”

“Oh yeah… if he has a girlfriend, you probably shouldn’t.” She ponders for a few seconds and her eyes shoot open. “Do you think his girlfriend knows he’s hanging out with you?!”

I mentally scoff. If Johnny is actually interested in me like that, I bet he’s conveniently left it out of any conversations with his girlfriend that he’s hanging around another girl and grabbing onto her backpack strap so that he doesn’t get “lost” in the library.

“My guess is probably not.”

I quickly leave and consider the conversation I had had with my dad earlier. I called to tell him about Johnny asking to meet at the library, grabbing onto my backpack, his various offers of cookies and what not. Basically, dad thinks that Johnny probably likes me. His opinion on the girlfriend thing? He’s not sure since we don’t know whether or not Johnny actually has one. It’s strange that she showed up once and then never again and that he’s never mentioned her. This is starting to sound eerily familiar. It’s a problem for later. I need to focus on finals for now.

There is one thing that I hadn’t realized until now though.

Jaemin hasn’t come to mind as frequently.

Perhaps I was finally getting over him.

“What’s the paper for?” Johnny asks as I set my things down at the table on his left.

“It’s for some bioethics class. I’m doing research on pesticides and lymphoma. Not exactly a happy topic.”

He pushes the cookies over to me, gesturing with his left hand for me to take some. My brow raises in curiosity when a piece of jewelry on his wrist catches my eye. It’s a thin, black band with a circular charm hanging off it. It looks like there’s something engraved on it, but I can’t tell because the backside is facing up.

“What’s the bracelet for?”

“Hm?” Johnny raises his left arm and runs his hand through his hair. “Which one?”

I raise my brow at him. “The only black one around your wrist…”

“Oh.” He lowers his hand and looks at his wrist. “Um, it’s a bracelet from my girlfriend.”

I deadpan for a few seconds before quickly remarking, “Oh. Nice!” and following with forced smile.

I turn back to my laptop, trying to pretend to read through my essay. Though, if my facial expression clearly conveys annoyance, I wouldn’t be surprised.

See! This is exactly what I meant about not being able to assume anyone has morals. Interested in Johnny, Y/N? Not anymore. Never mind.

Oh well. It’s not like I got that far with this anyway.

There’s a quick motion coming from my right and suddenly the room becomes dimmer as a baseball cap is placed on my head. I slowly turn to look at Johnny, still slightly miffed at the revelation from seconds earlier. He smiles warmly at me.

“Do you want to go to the library tomorrow?” he asks.

“Why did you do that?” I ask without answering his question.

“What?” He shrugs. “So do you want to go? We should wake up really early in the morning to go so that we can get a head start on studying!”

I nod my head. “Okay.”

What are you doing? There should be some blaring siren going off in your head, but there isn’t. Oh, that’s right. It’s because you’re still attracted to him.

I grab the hat on my head and place it back on his.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s too big for me.”

“It’s a thinking cap. It’ll help you with your essay.”

“If only it were that easy.”

Johnny chuckles and then opens Facebook on his laptop. He has two messages: one from Hendery and another from someone with the nickname “Boo boo.” It’s times like these where I’m glad I have good control over my facial expressions and can easily type out an essay while reading over someone’s shoulder.

Boo boo’s profile picture is clearly of a girl and when Johnny opens her chat box, I see that boo boo sent a bunch of heart stickers. He follows by responding with a few hearts and a “hiii boo boo!! i love youuuuuu soooo much!!!” It goes back and forth like that a few more times.

I have to try not to gag. Is this what people are like with their boyfriends and girlfriends? Am I going to be like that? Oh gross.

Maybe I just don’t understand what love is. Who am I to question their love? However, if Johnny is “soooo in looooove” with his girlfriend, why is he acting like this with me?

If this is a repeat of Jaemin, I’m walking right into a trap.

The rest of dead week played out the same way. Wake up in the morning, go to the library with Johnny, watch Johnny send “I looovvee youuu” messages to boo boo, study in the evening with Johnny, grab a study snack with Johnny, spend time with Chaeyoung and Hendery while with Johnny.

My whole study life started revolving around Johnny. And really, it was simply having someone to spend time with. Johnny and I could sit in a comfortable silence and study for our own classes, occasionally taking breaks to eat or show each other videos. It was a good arrangement and I liked my new friend.

But the sad truth was, I liked my new friend a little too much and I had a feeling that nothing good was going to come of it.

Johnny had a girlfriend and he knew that I knew he had a girlfriend. I’ve never been interested in home wrecking and I certainly wasn’t saying anything or doing anything other than spending time with him, to indicate that I had a crush on him. But here we are a year later with the same problem: is it morally wrong for me to be spending time with this guy when I have a crush on him while fairly certain that his behavior was indicative that he liked me? Isn’t he technically emotionally cheating on his girlfriend?

I think the way I tried to justify this was by telling myself that I wasn’t the one initiating the hang outs or study sessions. Johnny would ask and I had the option of agreeing or declining. And sincerely, since I was just trying to study, I didn’t see anything wrong with it.

On the last day of finals, I joined Johnny, Chaeyoung, Jia, Shotaro, Hendery, Sungchan, and a few others in the dining room, celebrating over a box of donuts and cups of hot chocolate. We were exchanging social media accounts to keep up with each other over the break.

“Hey,” Johnny greets as he grabs the empty seat next to me. “Are you going home tomorrow?”

I shake my head. “No, the day after.”

“Do you wanna grab lunch together tomorrow? Hendery is leaving and I’m also not leaving until Sunday.”

“Oh, sure! That would be fun!”

“Cool!”

He throws his baseball cap on top of my head and suddenly the room is quiet. I can tell that everyone is looking at me. I keep my gaze down on the table and take a few seconds to respond with a laugh.

“I don’t want your hat!” I exclaim playfully, pulling it off and trying to put it back on him.

He lightly shoves my arm away. “It looks better on you.”

I ignore him and put the hat down on the table and move to grab another donut from the box, silently praying everyone will stop watching and pretend like nothing happened.

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fmdmeme002 — compilation.

1. what is your goal for this year/next year?

it’s a fairly common question that yujin’s been getting a lot since 2020 started. her goal hasn’t changed much, and she’s pretty sure her korean fans are all aware of it at this point. “more korean promotions! as a group and not just me. we really appreciate all the love we get from all around the world, but i think some domestic promotions as a group would be nice. maybe also two comebacks in a year?” she eyes her manager who’s hovering over her and giggles in hopes to ease the tension, sending off the fan with a wave.

2. what song would you want to sing to or play for someone you like?

“do you like someone?” yujin’s teasing the fan in front of her because it’s one of their pre-debut fans, someone she’s seen around. “from the way the question is phrased, i’m guessing it’s someone you like but you aren’t really with. am i right?” the fan nods, and yujin can’t help but laugh. she finds the whole situation cute, and she’s happy her fan finds her comfortable enough to confide in her. “how about bolbbalgan4′s some? it can work as a sort of confession song!”

3. what’s your favorite scent?

”i’m a big fan of flowery scents! i think a lot of my perfumes are sort of rosy smelling. but you know what’s really nice? the smell of laundry that’s just been folded. or maybe that’s just the smell of detergent? i pick our detergent so that makes sense, right?”

4. if you spent one day with a fan, where would you go and what would you do?

”i have always wanted to go on an amusement park date with our fans! wouldn’t that be so much fun! i absolutely love roller coasters, and all the attractions that an amusement park has. the parades that they do for special occasions! even the expensive food! it would be absolutely marvelous, don’t you think so?”

5. what new concept do you want to try showing fans?

yujin liked to think that element was quite diverse with their concept despite popular belief. sure, some of their songs had similar vibes behind them, but they weren’t exactly the same concept. “as element? i think another suit and tie concept would be nice. we never got to perform don’t recall which i think was the closest we had to that concept so going back to that would be nice.”

6. which girl group do you like the most recently?

”everybody knows i love aria sunbae-nim a lot!” she clapped her hands together at the thought of her favorite seniors. “lost n found was so amazing and so was wag-zak! i had the best time performing mr. chu back at our gold star nation concert. i’ll practice a few of their songs again and try to upload them for our aether!”

7. which boy group do you like the most recently?

now here was the trick question. she had it a little easier than other girl groups because of her own male members. people didn’t seem to find her a threat for some reason. it was odd, but it meant that she could be more expressive with such questions. “it’s not because they’re from the same company, but origin sunbae-nim are all so talented, and they’re breaking records! i think that’s really admirable.”

8. what soloist do you like the most recently?

”our very own @fmdjoosung! nobody else competes with sung oppa,” she commented. when the fans gave her a few thumbs down, stating how that was a boring answer, she huffed and crossed her arms across her chest. “what do you mean boring? sung oppa is my favorite soloist and always will be. or at least until @fmdsohyun makes a solo debut.”

9. what song have you been listening to a lot that you would recommend to fans?

”it’s weird, but i’ve been listening to songs that i practiced as a trainee again! there’s so many, but for some reason i’ve had lipstick sunbae-nim’s heart attack stuck in my head! so that’s something i’ve been listening to a lot. you all probably know the song because it was so popular, but i recommend you go back and listen to it again! watch the music video too!”

10. what is your most used app?

she looks down at the sticky note, and its choices. it’s filled with the typical: instagram, kakaotalk, melon, twitter or other. yujin does update instagram a lot, but she’s not sure if it’s her most used application. she ignores the sticky note at first, making conversation with the fan instead, but when it’s time for her to move along, she finally makes her decision. there’s a circle around kakaotalk by the time she’s moved onto the next member.

11. what should someone do to win your heart?

”sing me a love song!” yujin laughs while leaning over to grab the fan’s hand. “i’m kidding. that’s a little cheesy, but i don’t think i’d mind it?” she sits on the question for a while. “just be truthful and express all your love! that’s more than enough for me!”

12. what do you want for your next birthday?

she knows that what she answers is most likely what she’ll be getting. however, she didn’t really want fans spending money on her for her birthday. “just lots of love! and hugs! and maybe some kisses from my members!” she laughs before waving off the fan and greeting the next one.

13. what do you consider to be your most charming feature/trait?

”don’t i have a pretty smile?” as if to prove her point, yujin puts on the biggest smile she can manage. it’s the first part of her face that she could think of that she doesn’t even consider personality traits. “i’ve also heard that i’m fun to be around. i think that counts as a trait?”

14. what is your favorite flavor of ice cream?

yujin’s a simple girl. she pretty much likes any flavor and will take anything. “i like chocolate and vanilla swirled together! is there a name for that flavor?” her burrows come together in curiosity, but the fan doesn’t seem to know it either. “anyway, i think there might be, but yeah, that’s my favorite flavor!”

15. how should i ask out the person i like?

”just be straight up about it!” terrible advice, but there wasn’t all that much time. plus, it’s not like a high school student had any other options. “tell them you like them! ask them to a movie or maybe to a snack date. get ddeokbokki and maybe patbingsu even though it’s a little cold. that’s a cute date idea!”

16. what’s the secret behind your good looks?

the question immediately makes her laugh. it’s cheesy questions like these that make her ecstatic for fan signs. she wonders how fans come up with such questions. “love yourself!” she said also writing it down on the page that she was signing. “you know what they say? your inner beauty shines through all the time. so stay true to yourself.”

17. what do you think of fans of the same gender as you?

yujin adored all her fans. however, she thinks the female ones are a little more special. they seem to be more expressive with their love in ways that make her happy. male fans usually screamed to show their love, but female fans would send her long messages or letters. they’d make sure to ask about yujin’s well being first. “i adore them. they truly make me smile all the time.”

18. what is the most recent thing that made you happy?

she had just finished wrapping up filming for school 2017, and that was definitely a happy experience. but she thinks it sounds too personal. too non-element related. but it’s not like she had anything element-related to tell her fans. “we had really good chicago pizza when we went to chicago! it was delicious!”

19. what is your happiness level these days on a scale from 0 to 100?

yujin realizes that questions like this can be misinterpreted. she could give a high number, and they’d accuse her of being fake. if she gives a realistic number, then her fans would worry. so she scribbles down 99, and then writes a +1 whenever i see you! that seems like a cute enough answer that won’t worry anyone.

20. can you give some inspiring words for someone going through a hard time?

yujin wishes she could have the right words to say. she’s good at comforting people through physical touch: hugs, back rubs, things like that. but she never seems to have the right words to say. what would be inspiring for yujin when she was going through a hard time? looking down at the note, she writes down: always stay true to yourself. even if this doesn’t work out, at least you tried, and you fought. that’s what matters.

21. what words of advice would you give to someone studying for their college exam?

yujin never took the exam. she graduated high school, and then that afternoon she went straight back to practicing. she doesn’t even remember doing too well in school. it was good enough if she showed up. “just remember that you’re smarter than you think you are! you’re going to do great, and all your hard work is going to pay off. i believe in you.”

22. give yourself a percent ranking from 0 to 100 in the following categories: cute, cool, and sexy.

at first, she doesn’t see the note because she’s too busy talking to her fan. when her attention is brought to it, she tilts her head to the side. “i think i’m definitely a 100 in cool,” she jokes. she writes down 90 for cute, 60 for cool and then 80 for sexy. element’s concepts were always pretty strong and sexy, and she thinks she does her part pretty well.

23. what place do you want to travel to the most?

element’s been to a lot of places around the world already, and so yujin can’t seem to think of a place. “singapore? we’ve been there before, but we didn’t get to travel! i remember it being a beautiful country though, and i’d love to go back! you know, actually explore the place a little more.”

24. what language would you like to learn?

”i feel bad whenever changyu oppa has to translate for me so definitely english! but i’m already trying! it’s just hard.” she pouts because truthfully, she has stopped trying. learning languages was difficult, and she could speak a decent amount of japanese. that was easier to learn than english. it was the pronunciation that always got her fumbled up.

25. what is the first thing you think of when someone mentions your fans?

”how supportive they are! how much love they always send to us! how they’re always anticipating our new music. oh i could go on and on!” she truly could. yujin’s love for their fans was one of the most genuine feelings she ever felt.

26. what is your favorite movie/book you’ve seen/read recently?

yujin hadn’t read in forever. she’s picked up a few essay books, but she couldn’t find one interesting enough to finish. a lot of books were supposed to be about self loving or teaching yourself life lessons. she thought those were boring, and not something you could learn from a book. “to all the boys i’ve loved before! it was so cute and really cheesy, but still cute. it was a high school romance movie so it just had to be cheesy.”

27. what are your recent wishes?

she’s not sure how truthful she could be. her biggest wish is for all the individual recognition that she’s been getting to go onto element. she didn’t want to lose her group, but she feels like at this pace, group promotions may continue to be pushed back. that’s the last thing she needed. “for everybody to be healthy! and safe. and happy.” she states all while writing it down on the heart-shaped sticky note the fan has provided.

28. what are the requirements for your ideal type?

”it’s changyu oppa, of course!” it’s a running joke within the fandom. whenever someone asks for her ideal type, she’s answered her own group member. it was a safe answer, and everybody always took it as a joke, and yujin liked it that way. “don’t tell sung oppa though. he might sulk again!”

29. what job would you want if you weren’t an idol?

yujin’s one of those people who can’t imagine her life as a non-idol. this is what she was born to do. “i’m not sure. i think i could make a good kindergarten teacher though, what do you think?” the fan nods, and she thinks it’s a good answer for something that just popped into her head. “i can’t imagine myself as anyone other than element’s yujin though.”

30. what is a hobby you’d like to pick up?

“i think i’d like to try snowboarding! i’m so used to water sports, but i don’t think i’ve ever gone snowboarding before. it looks like a lot of fun! i think i’d fall on my butt a lot, but that’s all part of the learning process! maybe i’ll try it when we have some time off.”

#fmdmeme002 #[ copying demi bc i don't want to flood the dash ]#[ esp bc i think i'm super late with this lmao ]#[ but i still also have miru so look out folks!! ]#( headcanon. )

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taenys · 5 years

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🌙 tiffany’s magnetic moon tour fanaccount🌙

So, we got to the venue at around 1pm but only did a little drive-by to see if there was anyone already in line. There was no one, and my sister and I didn’t really want to be the ones to “start” the line, for fear of being kicked out by the venue staff. We instead just walked to a nearby café to have lunch and wait to see if more people showed up.

After a couple of hours, we walked to the venue again and there was still no one there, so we walked around the block again, and when we got back to the venue there were 3 people “in line”/waiting around by the entryway, so we decided to just wait with them. This made me 4th in line for the entire event. This guaranteed that I was going to be not only at the front row, but also in the center. At this point it was 3pm, and the VIP meet and greet thing was supposed to start at around 5:45 so it felt like a good time to be in line.

We stood in line, cold and nervous, but mostly just excited. I had replayed in my head over and over what I was going to say to her when I met her, but nothing sounded quite right. I’d seen from other people on twitter that they’d gotten hugs from her, and had time to say quite a few things, so I prepared myself for a similar experience. At around 6:20 (much later than the scheduled time for the VIP entry) staff finally called the VIPs and we all went through security. It was finally time to meet Tiffany herself

I gave the letter I wrote to her to her staff to give later. We were told meetings had to be done in groups of 5 or 6, so my sister, mom and I were in a group with the 3 people in line in front of us. When we walked in, Tiffany was seated on a bench by herself and her staff directed us to take a seat on the bench, 3 people on each side, and that they would take 2 photos and that was it.

I wasn’t really listening to anything anyone was saying though because the sight of Tiffany left me in shock. She was so tiny, and so PERFECT. How a human could have skin THAT clear and smooth, and a smile that shining…it was unbelievable. The 3 people in front of me obviously got the seats next to Tiffany, so I didn’t get to see her as closely nor did I get to directly interact with her during this VERY quick little “meet and greet.” She directed us (in her typical Manager Hwang way) on how to do the poses; first we did the “magnetic moon” pose which was just making a crescent moon by making your hand a “C” and placing it over your eye. The second pose we did finger hearts. My hands were shaking and my heart was racing the entire time.

Afterwards staff promptly directed us to leave and head for the main stage area now, but the two fangirls in our group stopped to ask Tiffany for a hug. They both got a hug and Ruby and I just awkwardly watched and walked very slowly in the direction staff was trying to get everyone to go. It was clear staff didn’t want anyone getting hugs or any special one on one time with Tiffany, it was just supposed to be a sit, get your picture taken and go sort of thing. I didn’t want to leave without telling Tiffany SOMETHING so I said “You look so beautiful Tiffany” on my way out and she looked at me and gave me that cute puppy dog look of hers where she furrows her brows (y’all know the one) and blew me a kiss with her hands in the sweetest way. My night was made with that alone. I didn’t get a hug but I was the first fan to tell her that she looked beautiful that night.

After that we all scurried to the barricade to get our spot for the show and, of course, I was front row right in the center. We considered going to buy merch before the crowd inside got bigger, but decided against it for fear of losing our spot in the pit. From then on out it was just time to wait for the show itself to begin. That moment when the lights go off and you know that means she’s about to step on stage, and the music starts up and the stage lights start swirling? Nothing will ever beat that feeling. It’s the best high there is. The curtain opened up and Tiffany stepped out. My heart literally stopped. Tiffany…was wearing…the tiniest tightest little red dress of all time. Ruby and I had discussed what she might wear for our show, since she’d been wearing something different each time so far. Never in my life did I imagine she’d decide to wear the ACTUAL SEXIEST OUTFIT OF ALL TIME for US. That TEENY TINY DRESS, hugging her curves in all the right places, paired with the black fishnet stockings and black boots, holy FUCK she came out to kill each and every one of us. My lesbian ass was DYING. No offense to anyone else who sees her at any of her other stops but, that outfit will never be topped. With her long black hair in those sultry loose waves, too? Iconic.

RFYL was her opening song, and what an opening THAT was. I remember screaming to Ruby next to me, “her SKIN????!!!!” because it was absolutely mind-blowing how smooth and flawless her skin looked? Like literal actual porcelain. And then how tiny she is in real life?????? I know her profile says she’s like 5’4 or something but she’s 5’1 MAX. She’s TINY. And sooooo thin, but so RIDICULOUSLY beautiful. I couldn’t even focus on the music initially, I was still too mesmerized by her physical presence, and how absolute IN LOVE with her I am. After RFYL she did Over My Skin which…singing that song, with those lyrics, with the sexiest choreography in THAT dress…just fuck me up Tiffany Hwang. What a win for the lesbians tonight, I swear :’) I recorded fancams of every song, and took a few little breaks to take pictures so I’ll post those after I post this.

Heartbreak Hotel was next, and I was so glad she did perform some of her older Korean songs too. God, her voice though. She’s SO good live. The notes she was hitting, those runs she was belting? Legendary. I was scream singing along with her the whole show (my voice is gone now). She kept telling us to dance and seemed to give more fanservice to fans who were singing along and dancing too, so I made sure to…well, be myself I guess. I’ve never been the kind of fan who stays seated during a concert or just goes to “listen.”

One of my favorite things to do is blast kpop and dance around the house when I’m home alone, and one of the things she said during one of her talks in the show was that she wanted to see THAT kind of energy. A judgement free zone, so even though I didn’t hear anyone behind me scream singing or feel anyone near me dancing (the dude next to me was quiet and stiff as a board the entire time), that didn’t stop me and when Tiffany looked over at me (which she did A LOT), she’d get that BIG smile on her face, with her signature eye smile, and I’d MELT. It made her so happy to see us having fun along with her. Seeing Tiffany have fun playing around with us, nothing feels better. We made her smile, I made her smile, and you really can’t beat that feeling.

So during the next song which was Talk, one of my all-time favorites of hers, she saw me signing my heart out at her and knelt down to sing to me and we just had this sweet perfect little moment where we were singing to each other and I just????? I have no words. Love. All I felt was love. Pure and simple. That’s my love up there, signing her heart out and I’m so proud of her. I’ll gif that moment but I swear, it was the most intimate and significant moment of my life. And it had to happen during my favorite song of course :’) I’m going to cry every time I listen to Talk now :’( She looked at me an absurd amount of times during the show; I can’t even count them all. But she came and sang to me again during Runaway, and it was again…INCREDIBLY intimate and sweet and magical and felt so special. I’ll probably notice even more little eye contact moments from here when I go through all my fancams, but for now those were the two most significant moments.

My overall feeling now after replaying it all is…Tiffany is unquestionably one of the greatest artists of our generation. More than just her being one of the best vocalists (that husky soulful voice of hers remains unmatched), she’s pushed herself in so many ways and it’s been so amazing to witness? She was teased about being an “awkward” dancer, so she came out with “I Just Wanna Dance” and proved everyone that she could be a fucking great dancer. She’s a perfectionist, she’s her own worst critic, but she’s never given up. God, I fucking admire the fuck out of her for that. She’s never stopped; she’s never given up, she’s kept her head up, kept smiling through all the bullshit she’s gone through because at the end of the day singing and performing is her entire life.

I’ve never seen anyone as passionate about singing and performing as she is. When she’s on stage you KNOW that this is the whole reason she was put on this earth. There was never any other option for her, and that’s why she left home at 15 and moved to Korea, without the support of her family, not knowing anyone and not speaking fluent Korean. She went with the fiercest determination, the biggest dream, and an unstoppable spirit. She was going to sing, that was all that mattered to her. Training day and night, being under the nightmare of the Korean music industry, she was willing to tough it all out just for a chance to be on that stage, to share her voice, and eventually to share her own original music for people.

And now she’s 30, doing her first NA tour. Baby Hwang Miyoung’s dream of inspiring the lives of millions has long since come true. The collective feeling of warmth and comfort we all felt when she sang The Flower was so serene and so breathtaking. Some of her songs make you feel like you’re being held in a comforting embrace. Others make you feel like you can conquer the world, some make you feel stronger than you are, and some make you feel the butterflies of a first love. I can’t wait to see what else she comes up with in the years to come, and I can’t wait for the next fucking tour!!!!!!

And, to quote something I wrote about her over 5 years ago that holds truer now than ever, “Tiffany is an actual angel that came down from above to spread love and warmth and happiness and inspire us all to be the best that we can be and to never stop dreaming and fighting for what we want. basically, Tiffany is the epitome of all that is good in this world. Tiffany is a blessing to this earth. she encompasses everything good, everything positive, every good feeling, she just…she lives it. in everything that she does, she works hard, she never stops smiling, she never stops being who she is and finding a reason to keep going. she’s the most determined and the most driven and the most optimistic, and that inspires the fuck out of me. i just…i can’t believe someone as amazing as her exists in this mess of a world. she’s a reminder that there is good in this world, there is still beauty and love and laughter and light.”

That’s what Tiffany is to me.

#personal #I’m listening to Magnetic Moon and sobbing. That song is The Best Song of All Time probably.#tiffany feels

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bfseventeen · 6 years

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Evening with Jihoon

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It’s the night of your 19th birthday. You and your friends go out to celebrate how you got older by a year again. Everything goes well until one of them finds a fortune teller on the side of the street. First, you think it’s stupid and there is no way she can tell your future. But your friends force you to sit down.

“When I take a look at your hand, I can see that you are living a happy life but you are deeply missing something,” she starts and you kind of roll your eyes because anyone could come up with something like that.

“You are finding the right way in school and among your friends too but there is something very big missing from your life, I can feel it,” she continues then she takes out a deck of cards. “Choose four” she orders and with a little hesitation you take out four cards from the deck.

The fortune teller looks at the four chosen cards on her little table then she turns the first one. “This card symbolizes your love life. Here the woman in white tells that you live a pure romance life which means you are not in a relationship.” Well, that’s true, you think for yourself. “Then the next card tells the future for your love life. Oh, this is actually a good sign.” She exclaims then she turns the card towards you. “This is the Cupid, which means soon you’ll find your love. Let’s see if it’s going to be successful or not.” She says and as she turns the third card, she sighs deeply.

“Is there something wrong?” You ask, starting to believe her words.

“This new romance that is waiting for you will not be successful at first. But if you both work hard for each other, then you can be in a long-lasting relationship,” she explains and your furrow your eyebrows. You try to put together what she means.

“Now the fourth card will tell your weaknesses and what you have to look out for.” She turns the card and shakes her head a little. “This card tells me that you are a bit too idealistic and take things too personally. This can bring negativity into your new romance because you have to be realistic with your partner. He might be a great person but he is not perfect and he can even say things that might hurt your feelings but you shouldn’t take it too seriously. That way you can have a long and happy relationship.” She finishes then she asks for the price of her service which is twice as much as you prepared for.

“So, what do you think?” Asks one of your friends as you continue to walk down the street.

“Well, she kept talking about a person that I don’t even know so it feels kind of like a fairytale. Also, I don’t think I take things too personally like I’m not that type to get caught up on things...” you say, which makes your friends laugh.

“Then what are you doing now?” they ask and you don’t answer because you know they are right.

“Anyway, where should we go next?” You ask and your friends start to look around until one of them spots a bar.

“Ah, that seems like a good option. I heard they play live music there,” your friend says then you walk into the bar.

There aren’t that many people because this is mostly for those who enjoy live acoustic or jazz music, not necessarily for drinking and especially not for partying. It’s easy for you to find a table close to the small stage where a duo is singing love songs.

“First the fortune teller and now these two people have to remind me how single I am,” you scoff then the drinks you ordered arrive. You take a look around the bar and notice how calm everything is. It feels nice but you wish you could make this night more memorable.

“And now our next performer is about to come on stage,” announces the host for the night. “Please give it up to... Woozi!” Shouts the host and the small number of people who are in the bar start to clap.

Then a short boy with a beautiful acoustic guitar steps on the stage. He looks nervous as he doesn’t even look at the audience, neither the host. Instead, he just quickly searches for the stool and trips on the cables that are connected to the speaker. He sits down in embarrassment, then he starts to play on his guitar. After a short intro, he starts to sing and with that, your heart almost stops.

He has an angelic voice. It soothes your mind and makes you feel warm. You can’t take your eyes off of him even though he just sits there and performs. “Who is this guy?” You think out loud and your friends start to giggle.

“I think Y/N already found the boy which the fortune teller talked about,” says one of them and you start blushing. But this is just the sign your friends waited for. When Woozi finishes his first song, your friend stands up and goes to the host. The host hands her the mic and she looks at Woozi.

“Hello! My friend here,” she says as she points at you and you wish you could sink deep down, “she just turned 19 tonight so I was wondering if you could sing a song for her?” Woozi at first looks surprised because this is the first time that someone requested something from him, but he can’t say no. He nods with a quick smile on his face and he briefly looks at you. You try to look away but your eyes are locked for a short moment.

“Happy Birthday,” he says under his nose then he starts to sing a song that you never heard before. While he performs, he doesn’t look at you, instead, he closes his eyes and puts his everything in the song. He is singing something that is not familiar to you and sounds more like his creation. He has encouraging lyrics that is helpful for celebrating a nostalgic birthday as you step into adulthood.

“Again, happy birthday,” he says shyly after he ends the song and you thank him with a smile and a nod.

Woozi plays a couple more songs. Some of them are his own and some others are covers by famous singers. He sometimes glances at you while you still can’t take your eyes off of him. Sometimes he smiles at you shyly when he catches your glance. Your friends keep on teasing you about how obvious you are, but you just can’t help it.

“Okay, birthday girl. We had a great night out with you. Congrats for getting a year older but now we gotta run home to do important stuff. See you later,” says one of your friends suddenly as she stands up from the table and puts her bag on her shoulder. Your other friends follow her and before you can say anything in your shocked state they just leave the bar. Woozi witnesses this whole scene as he was already packing up his guitar and ready to leave the stage. You are dumbfounded and don’t know what do. At first, you think they really just ditched you because they had enough of you, but then your eyes meet with Woozi’s and you can see that he got curious about the situation. So it was their plan to leave you alone and maybe get Woozi to come and join you... but he doesn’t come.

Instead, Woozi goes backstage with all his stuff and the night host comes on stage to announce the next performer. You feel double betrayed. But you can’t blame Woozi. You didn’t even talk to him, why would he even want to go and spend some time with a stranger.

It doesn’t feel like a good birthday evening so you decide it would be better to go after your friends or just go home straight, eat some delivery food and watch a movie. You put down some bills on the table and are about to put on your coat when someone clears their throat behind you. You look up and for your surprise, it's Woozi standing there, with his guitar case on his back.

“Do you mind if I join you?” He asks and you scoot over so he can take a seat. “I noticed that your friends left you, that’s not really nice of them to leave you alone on your birthday.” He notes as he puts down his case next to his chair.

“They had to go somewhere and I didn’t want to leave yet as I enjoy the atmosphere here,” you lie as you don’t want to tell him they only left you there to set you up with a cute singer.

“I see. I agree though, this place is really cozy and calm. Unlike other bars and clubs in this street,” he replies and you nod.

“I’m y/n, by the way. Nice to meet you,” you introduce yourself and Woozi shakes your hand.

“Nice to meet you,” he answers and when your hands touch he looks a bit embarrassed. His hands are still sweating from playing the guitar.

An awkward silence envelops the two of you as the next performer comes on stage. It’s a female singer who sings love songs while playing on the piano. Her voice is soothing and you can feel being in love just by listening to her romantic songs.

“She is a great performer,” Woozi says.

“I agree but you can’t complain either. You have a nice voice and I liked the melody of your own songs,” you compliment him, which makes him smile awkwardly and his ears turn red a little.

“I composed them myself so it feels good to hear a compliment,” he confesses and takes a sip from a drink he ordered. The two of you continue to listen to the songs in silence, but then your stomach starts to growl.

“You didn’t eat anything yet?” He asks and you shake your head. Your original plan with your friends was to get some drinks and get into the mood for the night then head somewhere to eat.

“I’m quite hungry but I’m not sure how good the food is here,” you say and Woozi sighs.

“Ah, that’s not good. The food here is not the best since it’s a bar for drinking mainly. There is a nice restaurant not far from here with Korean food. If you want I can go there with you,” he says as he avoids looking into your eyes.

“That sounds good,” you smile at him and this boosts his confidence a bit.

Woozi pays for his drink then he leads the way out of the bar. When you get out on the street, the air is fresh and cool. It makes your head feel a little better as inside it was starting to get a bit too hot and smelly.

“It’s this way,” he points his arm into one direction and you follow him. “I’m a bit surprised, you seem so quiet compared to your friends.” He says bluntly and for a second you stop.

“Well, I’m not sure if you are saying this as a bad thing or not.”

“No I mean it’s just an observation, I thought they were embarrassing you and I didn’t like that,” he says and your temper starts to rise.

“Oh you know it’s not nice to say bad things about someone else’s friends. They are very close to me and I love them a lot,” you say and Woozi shrugs.

“But they still left you so easily and you looked kind of surprised and disappointed,” he replies. You are starting to get upset at him.

“You don’t have to worry about me, I can be fine alone too,” you say, raising your voice a bit. Woozi stops and his face tells he is confused.

“So do you want me to leave you alone now?” He asks and you are not sure that he is genuinely asking it or sarcastically.

“Well, I never forced you to accompany me on my birthday. If you are with me out of pity not because you are actually interested in me then you can go home, I guess,” you answer him and he is taken back by your answer.

“No it’s not out of pity, you misunderstand me. I’m actually interested in you,” he says and now it’s you who is taken back by his straightforward answer.

“Oh... sorry. I didn’t mean to lash out on you,” you apologize but Woozi waves his hand.

“I guess I shouldn’t have talked badly about your friends either,” he admits and you nod in agreement. The two of you continue to walk towards the restaurant and in a few minutes, you arrive. There are not many people in there as most people are in the club next door. When you step in the restaurant you can hear a little bit of the strong beats coming from the speakers of the club.

The old lady who is the owner of the restaurant smiles brightly at Woozi when she notices him.

“Oh Jihoon-ah, you came to eat something delicious?” She asks loudly from the other side of the restaurant. Woozi smiles in his embarrassment and greets the old lady.

The two of you choose a table by the window and Woozi goes to the back of the restaurant to speak with the lady and to order some food. In a few minutes, he comes back with two orders of kimchi jjigae.

“Oh that smells so good,” you say as he puts down the food in front of you. It’s hard to wait a few minutes but you can’t eat right away as the stew is burning hot. “By the way, is your real name Jihoon?” You ask and he nods with a smile.

“Yes, Lee Jihoon. Woozi is just my stage name,” he shrugs. I didn’t want to tell my name at first because it might not be as interesting as Woozi.”

“I like both actually, but Jihoon suits you better,” you say and he looks surprised.

“Well, that’s good to hear. But I think you can try it now, I know you must be starving,” he says while pointing at your dish. He was right, you were close to passing out because of hunger. The two of you start to eat in silence and just watch cars passing by.

“Do you come here often?” you ask when you finish your dish.

“Yes, it’s one of my favorite places. The old lady is from Busan like me, so the way she cooks tastes similar to how my mom cooks,” Jihoon says with a faint smile as he probably thinks about his family at home in Busan.

“That’s good then if you have a little connection to your home,” you add and he nods.

You talk a little more about your personal lives, sharing some basic information but then you get a little nostalgic as you think how soon you are really going to enter into adulthood. This makes you open up more to him and you start sharing stories from your childhood. Some of them are embarrassing stories which truly entertain Jihoon. There are times when he laughs so hard at your weird encounters in high school that he almost falls from his chair. At first, you think he is laughing at how pathetic you are but soon you realize he doesn’t mean it like and you end up laughing with him. It makes it a lot easier to regard those embarrassing moments as some type of life lessons that are all in the past now.

“I had a really good time and I’m glad you felt okay about sharing your stories with me,” he says as you stand by the door of the restaurant.

“Of course. I felt comfortable sharing them with you,” you shrug as if it’s no big deal but it means a lot for both of you.

“Y/n, I don’t want to say goodbye yet. Do you just want to walk around?” He asks and you nod happily. “But you don’t feel cold, right?”

“No, just my hands a little,” you say as you look down on them. To your surprise, Jihoon suddenly touches your hands and he nods as he observes your hands are actually really cold. He raises your hands up and blows some warm breath on them and he rubs them together with his hands for a few seconds.

“Does it feel better now?” He asks cooly as if his heart is not racing fast because of how close you are. When in reality he is about to lose his mind.

“It’s much better,” you say with a shy smile and you try to avoid looking in his eyes, but you just can’t help it. For a long minute you stare at each other, then a loud honk across the street shakes both of you out of your bubble.

“Let’s walk,” he says and he doesn’t let go of your right hand, instead he keeps it in his.

You walk around for almost an hour still talking about childhood memories and life in general. It gets way too late and it’s time for you to go home. Since you are in the center of the city, it’s best for you to take the subway to your neighborhood. Jihoon lives in the opposite direction so you say a sad goodbye on the tracks.

“I almost forgot that I don’t have a birthday today,” he says with a smile and you don’t understand what he means so he continues. “Spending time with you was like a gift for me as if I had a birthday today too,” he explains and you chuckle at his cheesy words.

“Well as for me, I had really good birthday night. It was definitely special,” you answer and it makes him smile even more.

“Y/n, please keep in touch. I don’t want this night to be just one a time thing,” he says and you nod.

“Of course. You gave me your number just now and you have mine. We can repeat this anytime,” you say and he nods too.

“Please text me when you get home. And again, happy birthday!” He says softly then you step in the subway and wave goodbye to him.

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thong-in-the-twist · 6 years

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A thank-me-later call

Summary: Jongdae is not tech savvy. But he knows how to call for help.

Jongdae’s POV. Smut. Mentions of waxplay, bondage, sensory deprivation, riding crops. Explicit description of blowjob.

First posted on @its-me-waffles

Jongdae isn’t good with technology. He knows enough to get by, but he is really not tech savvy. He is worlds away from that. Hell, he always joked that he is more of an analogue kind of guy. Which is not really a problem – he owns a smartphone, but he doesn’t feel the need to explore all of its hidden options, or even slightly advanced options. If it takes pictures, calls, lets him browse the internet and send messages – Jongdae is good. And really, if there is something that he’ll need – someone would surely help him out.

It was always like this – someone would come and provide Jongdae with something he really didn’t know he needed or wanted. And usually, he really needed that thing.

Like that first rolled-up porn magazine that his classmate excitedly pushed into his hand during recess back in junior high with excited thank me later.

That “thank me later” became a phrase that Jongdae learned to associate with really good times. Thank me later, he heard in high school, when his friend dropped a USB on his desk. Thank me later was what he heard when Baekhyun installed an add-on in his browser that allowed him to change IP address, walked him through the basics and bookmarked one American porn site for him. (Baekhyun even went as far as leaving post-it note next to the keyboard with an English-to-Korean translation of categories. Which Jongdae immediately discarded and later, faced with categories he couldn’t even understand after translation, he regretted having done that.)

So when he is chilling in his hotel room during CBX’s Japan Tour and Minseok just slides into his room and utters you’re gonna thank me later and grabs Jongdae’s discarded notebook from a desk – Jongdae knows exactly what is going to happen.

Sure enough, Minseok is typing something into browser’s search box and Jongdae is just vaguely interested in what it is. The results would be more important. And so Minseok checks that the site loads correctly and offhandedly puts the notebook on Jongdae’s bed.

Jongdae doesn’t look at the site long after Minseok is gone. He tries to fool himself that he is not eager to check it out. It’s not a secret that in his line of work, one can be pretty lonely. Especially while on tour when he can’t even see his girl.

So finally Jongdae puts down the book he was reading and drags his notebook closer. He tries his best to navigate the site with his limited Japanese, and finally, he settles on something that doesn’t have a too long description and the girl doesn’t look too cute. He is pleasantly surprised that he doesn’t need to suffer weird dialogue and video skips right to fucking (which is surprising, to say the least).

But the thing is – it’s not right. He can feel himself getting aroused, the blood in his veins is starting to flow quicker, but he can’t bring himself to open his jeans. It feels strangely wrong, too brusque? Which is plainly weird – he usually doesn’t have problems with masturbation, it’s just tonight it doesn’t feel like it will be enough.

He sighs annoyed at himself. He’s gotten his hopes up (and something else entirely as well), and now he can’t even deal with that. His eyes slide down the screen and he checks the hour – it’s late considering that he has to wake up early. Truth be told he needs to wake up early every day, so it’s not a surprise.

He pushes his laptop away, closes it, not bothering to log off. But he doesn’t stand up to go to the bathroom. He is feeling pretty helpless and moving seems like too much of a hassle. He can still feel the arousal shimmering in his blood and his cock is still pressing against the zipper.

That feeling can be nice. A little bit of discomfort before he gets to experience one of the best feelings in the world. One that he is not going to experience tonight. He blindly searches for his phone, ready to scroll down the sports’ page on naver.

But it’s like his thumbs have their own agenda, he finds himself texting her.

You up?

He stares at his phone dumbfounded and annoyed. It’s such a lame text. Especially in the middle of the night. And the longer he stares at those two words the more he thinks that his intentions couldn’t have been expressed in a way more brusque than that. And what if she is fast asleep (as a normal person should be) and she wakes up tomorrow to that text, only to realize that Jongdae was horny in the middle of the night and tried his luck. That could be awkward.

The night usually covers the embarrassment one would feel in the broad daylight.

When his phone vibrates in his hand, he has to close his eyes for a second. Just to compose himself. To exhale and to pray not to get scolded.

Yeah.

It could have been better, but it also could have been much worse. There is a period in her reply, but there is a reply.

Where you at?

This time the reply comes immediately.

Bed.

The period is still there, which tells Jongdae that she is really trying to convey his annoyance, but he really can’t be bothered. He knows her bed. It’s narrow, obviously a single, and it’s old and it creaks when they fuck on it. Bed’s frame is quite high and more than once he hit it with his knee, more than once he held onto headrest when she rode him. The bed is just next to a wall, and that wall is always so cold against his back when they cuddle in bed afterwards.

Nice.

He knows it’s not the right thing to send even when he writes it. And obviously, the reply doesn’t come. Jongdae can see in his mind how she reads it, laying on her side, eyes squinted in the dark, and she rolls her eyes and stuffs her phone under her pillow, shimmering deeper under the blanket.

His window is closing.

So he calls her.

It takes her four signals. Four signals of Jongdae pressing his phone against his ear, fearing that she might be too annoyed already, or that she put her phone on silent.

But she picks up.

She was always a keeper.

“What do you want?” He can hear her whine as soon as the call sound dies. He smiles, knowing that she can’t see that. He looks down at his crotch where his penis is still very much straining his pants.

“To talk?” He says, but it’s posed as a question. And he expects everything. He expects her to hang up. He expects her to logically point out all the reasons not to do that. Hell, he expects her to go into it. Everything, but that.

“What am I? Sex phone operator?”

“That would certainly be handy.” Is it too much? It’s obviously a joke, and Jongdae manages to put enough of teasing inflexion in his words to be sure that she understands that – but Jongdae would be lying if he was to say that he didn’t mean that.

The silence is long enough for Jongdae to grow restless and consider apologizing. But finally, she snorts.

“Ok.” Jongdae throws his fist in the air, making sure not to make a sound. “I guess I can give you a proverbial hand.”

She is good. Of course, she is good – she knows him. And that one offhand, lewd pun is enough for warmth to start spreading in Jongdae’s chest. He fumbles for his headset, fully believing that it’s going to be worth it.

“Yeah, a hand would be nice.” He says, as he hopes, conversationally.

“And what has gotten you up at this hour?” She asks, and Jongdae can only laugh breathlessly. He finally grabs the headset and connects it with his phone. “I hope it’s not Japanese porn?”

So he might have choked a little bit on that. But again, she knows him.

“Kinda?”

“Then I really need to help you out.” She sounds resigned, but also quite serious. Jongdae knows that it’s only a façade and really – she is joking. “What do you want from me?”

That’s a hard question. He knows the frames of what he wants. He wants her to talk dirty to him. He wants her to paint a scene so real and so voluptuous that he’ll be on the verge of coming down his pants. He wants her to enjoy it, he wants her to enjoy the power she holds over him. But he doesn’t know how to say it. He doesn’t know if what he’ll ask won’t be too much. It shouldn’t because they have sex quite regularly (that should erase the embarrassment, right?).

“You know what? No.” Jongdae’s heart is dropping to his knees in this exact moment. “I am not a sex phone operator – so I will tell you what I want.”

Jongdae hums, pleasant tingling spreading on his scalp. Yes. Very much yes.

“I’d love that.” He says, and she only laughs.

“I knew you would.” Jongdae leans back against his pillows, one hand idly rubbing his thigh. He wants to touch his dick, but he is pretty sure that it will be more rewarding if he waits for her to talk.

“I am ready to hear all of your fantasies.” He says. “Open right up, girl!”

“Please don’t.” She is stern, and he grins at his empty room – well, he might be horny, but the need to annoy her is ever-present.

“Wait do I get to browse the collection?” He asks, and her groan is enough to tell him that no.

“If you don’t shut up I won’t even give you a sample.” She warns and Jongdae does a motion of zipping his mouth – even though she can’t see that. But his silence seems to be enough of an answer because she exhales.

“I was told recently that none of us is a mind reader, and if I want something to happen I should articulate that.” That is definitely not a start Jongdae was expecting, but he is sure that it’s going somewhere so he doesn’t say a thing. “And this moment is as good as any.”

He hums something, lightly tapping his fingers on the bed.

“Have you ever thought about going more kinky in bed?”

That’s a surprise. One that has Jongdae bite his lower lip.

“I am certainly thinking about it now.” He supplies, because hell. Of course, he thought about that. And if kinky is where they are going – then Jongdae is more than happy to listen.

“Because I did.” She breathes the last word right into Jongdae’s ear and it sends a shiver down his spine. She’s good. She always was, she always will be – but does it mean that she wants to go more kinky in real life? Because if yes, Jongdae will probably implode. “I thought about us fucking in your old bed.”

That’s quite confusing. His old bed? How is that kinky?

“In your family home. You know, when we go to visit your parents during holidays.” Oh. “I imagined us trying to keep quiet – because your parents would be sleeping in their room, and your brother in his, but we wouldn’t be able to contain ourselves.”

Jongdae might not be stoked about mentioning his family members in the plot, but he gets the excitement behind that. He knows he is loud. She is quite a moaner herself (but he is sure that he is louder) – so that would raise their adrenaline levels. He can categorize it as mildly kinky.

“Noted.” He says, and she immediately understands that’s her cue.

“Well, still going down this route I imagined me sucking you off somewhere in public.” Jongdae’s hand finally cups his cock. The warmth of his hand and her unabashed comment is a really harmonious duo. “Because you do know that I like your cock, don’t you, Jongdae? I like to feel its weight on my tongue. I like to press the tip of my tongue just under the crown and I love to scrape my teeth down your shaft – knowing how much it puts you on the edge.” Still not really kinky (except for the public part), but it’s enough for Jongdae to decide it’s a good time to pull down his zipper. “But I enjoy it more when it’s the other way around.”

Jongdae stops, feeling how hot his cock is through the soft cotton of his boxers. The other way around, huh?

“I like to get myself off imagining that we are somewhere in public. Library, my work, whatever – as long as there is a table. A table you can hide under so no-one can see you there. No one can see how you spread my knees, and how you dive under my skirt. No one can see how you dampen my already wet underwear with your breath and your tongue – but I can feel it, and I can see people around, and I have to fight to keep my sounds down. I can feel how you drag my underwear down, or not – you just push it to the side. And I have to fight down my blush, my whimpers, I have to fight my urge to slide down on the chair, because you are just that good. Damn, you are so good.”

Her breath is heavier and her words are coming more fluently (even if less coherently). He loves the picture. He can feel it – her hot thighs under his hands, a cold floor under his knees, and her heady smell. He can hear how she swallows down her moans and whimper, and he knows that he would do his best to make her fail. He hopes, oh he hopes so much that she won’t be able to withstand it, that she’ll touch herself while talking to him.

Because his hand is already circling his cock. He barely pushed down his underwear – her voice in his ear is more important than that.

“I also thought that wax might be interesting.” Jongdae whimpers. Wax, hot, hot wax. “Like, we’d be at mine or at yours, but the set up would be romantic. You know, scented candles, music, all that shit. We don’t really get to fuck slowly, right? But this time we would. You’d blindfold me, you’d bind my hands – oh so my place would be better with the wooden headrest?” She is babbling, but he doesn’t mind because not only wax but also bondage and sensory deprivation. That is definitely not a light deep into a realm of BDSM. “So I wouldn’t expect that. You’d be slow with your hands and lips and nose and teeth, and you’d worship me because I deserve that.” Jongdae smiles, hand twisting on his cock because she is coherent enough to dare him to negate her words. And he’d be mad to even want to. “But you’d take one of the candles, with that generic candle smell, and I would not expect a touch of hot wax on my skin. You’d let the drops of wax adorn my skin – back, belly whatever – and it would burn, but it would be so, so good. I would be asking for more. I would be pleading for more.”

Jongdae is losing his coherency. Fast. He is already leaking onto his knuckles, spreading it around his cock for better glide. It’s good – it’s really good. Of course, her being next to him would be better – but still the picture she got in his head if far better than any porn.

In his delirious (now) state he realizes she is not talking. That something stopped her, and that is a no-no.

“Hi, Babe?” He prompts, pushing his forefinger just under the crown like she said she would. “You are the best.”

He says that, but he says it to make her talk again. And he fully expects her to throw back some sassy answer like obviously or something, but she doesn’t.

“Uh, that one might be… Anyway, it’s only my imagination, and yeah, I don’t expect you to like, fulfil it or anything… I just enjoy it.”

And now, he has to hear it. He doesn’t have the slightest idea what that might be, but with a foreword like that? Damn, it must be good. And his hand stills on his cock, as he waits for her to resume taking.

“Well, I did warn you.” She says, and he can hear her shifting on the other end of the line. “You are on your knees. You have your arms bound behind you. You are naked, but I am not. Not exactly. I am in some kind of sexy lingerie and high heels and garters and maybe stockings. But it’s not important. The important part is how you look at me, eyes hot and wanting – but I am the one in power. And I am not hurrying, walking around you in a circle and tell you that you’ve been a bad boy. And I would have some kind of a riding crop in hand or something like that – but I would keep it on your back, slowly caressing your skin with leather. At least until I would decide to hit you. It wouldn’t be that hard, but you’d lean forward, arms straining the bonds, and you’d hiss, or keen, or moan – because it would hurt, but just enough for it to rile you up. And you’d be there at my every command – because I deserve it.”

It might have been her fantasy, but now – it’s his. She painted the picture, but the details he is adding himself. His hand on his cock is familiar, and frantic because he can smell her skin and leather. He can feel the sudden outburst of pain on his back – going up to his brain and down to his cock. He can feel the rope (because it would be rope and not handcuffs) digging into his wrists and arms. He can feel the carpet on his knees – and he knows they would burn because of abrasions – but she would be so undeniably sexy. Black lingerie would look so exquisite against her skin, and the riding crop would be so threatening and so arousing in her manicured hand. He can imagine her in those dangerously high heels, with one of the stilettos’ heel on his thigh. It would hurt, it would leave a mark – but to be in her power? He’d do anything to experience that. And if she’d later fucked herself on him – mindless of his pleasure, just using him to get what she wants? The bare thought has Jongdae biting his knuckle – his heartbeat is so fast that he can feel the pulsing of his whole body, his dick so sensitive, that he can’t help but sink his teeth deeper into his finger.

And then he hears that. Shuddering breath, quiet, but throaty, right in his ear. He stops, hand squeezing his dick way harder than he should, but he hears it again, accompanied by light rustling – and he knows, he simply knows – that she is fingering herself. She is fingering herself on her old, creaking bed – and really Jongdae can’t hold off any longer.

There is no finesse. Finesse is for moments when she is with him. Finesse is for moments when he is the one fingering her, finesse is for moments when he can smell her arousal when he can taste her skin. He jacks himself off, hand twisting around the head with every slide up, and moments later he is coming, semen spilling on his hand, on his jeans, on his covers.

He is not sure if he moans, or if he wheezes, or if he comes silently. She will probably tell him later.

He sags against the pillows, only now realizing how wet his back is, how perspiration covers his face, how his chest heaves.

But she is still going on the other end. She sighs and mewls, and he wishes so much to be next to her at this moment. He is too spent to properly enjoy that, but he’d gladly give her a hand.

He doesn’t know how long he listens to her, with his come drying on his hand – but he knows that he’ll recall her like that the next time he misses her – how she got herself off on her fingers while talking about what she’d to him.

She comes with a high-pitched, but very familiar moan. He knows that it will be a moment before she’ll speak up again – and he fears (now that he can think) that she’ll be embarrassed about this. And he has to make sure that she knows that’s ok. And that he very much likes the ideas.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to find a way to explain my sudden interest in riding crops if guys happen to find one in my closet.”

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sugagimmesugar · 5 years

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Only Fools Fall for You Chapter 5

Chapter 5: You’re the Sunflower

Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6

As soon as he tells them the address of the AirBnB the girls take the lead, joking and chatting along as they get the tickets. Waiting at the bus stop, Emma turns to him, smiling broadly. “So what are you up to in town? Y/n said you’re here for a week?”

He shoots her a panicked look, not quite knowing how to respond without giving away his identity and possibly making a huge mess of things. But here comes y/n to save the day: “Oh come on Emma, I told you not to pry! Just be happy you got an excuse to get smashed on a Monday and be nice to the guy who’s friends with the guy who’s sponsoring our drinks tonight!” She laughs, winking at him behind her friend’s back.

“I was just making conversation!! But sure, I will go into this with absolute minimal info, sounds safe.” Emma lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes at y/n and Namjoon, who are grinning at each other.

“I get that you want some more information, so… uh… I am in town for a week, then we travel to Stockholm... I am here with my six best friends. We are like a family and since we are on holiday at the moment I guess Jimin decided to get drunk. And to save him from possible alcohol poisoning the guys decided to turn it into a party. More people to drink the alcohol means less alcohol for Jimin to consume. Jin-hyung also got some food so we won’t be hungry either. And there’s a bus stop like super close to the flat so if you guys don’t wanna stay you can easily leave. I understand if two girls and seven guys makes you uncomfortable. One of my friends is probably inviting a girl so it won’t be as bad. But yea, we are chill, I hope you’ll have fun.”

While he babbles out his long speech he sees Emma’s eyes light up and when y/n is busy buying the tickets on the bus, Emma whispers to him: “You’re super cute, I was already fine with coming along because of how starry eyed y/n sounded on the phone. But now that I’ve met you, I get it. You seems so considerate and nice. Now let’s get Smashed, Korean boy!”

“Come on guys, where do you wanna sit? We have a few stops until the flat, I think. Let’s go!” his head whips up, catching y/n eyes, she is smiling at him, waving both of them into the bus.

The bus ride doesn’t take long, but the three of them get along splendidly, talking and joking all the time. They only calm down for a little bit when an old lady sits down in their booth. Talking along a bit more quietly the girls suddenly burst into laughter, leaving Namjoon to smile at the lady apologetically. But she just grins: “Ah it’s lovely to see young people have fun. Where are you all from? Are you here for university?” They each give their answer, the lady nodding approvingly at the girl’s explanation of their education. As Namjoon explains he is from Korea and on holiday, the lady perks up: “Oh isn’t that big Korean musician in town? My youngest daughter has been talking about them for months, she is so excited. Do you know BTS? Or was it BST? It’s quite something that we have Korean music here now isn’t it? We never had anything like that when I was young…” He laughs, answering calmly: “Oh yes it’s lovely. They’ve made it quite far already. I am glad your daughter is a fan. They really love their fans!”

Before the lady can say anything more, their stop gets announced and they hastily make their way towards the doors, y/n trying not to laugh out loud at the fact that Namjoon almost got recognized by an old lady. They all wave goodbye to the lady, and get off the bus.

Soon after,they reach the building where the boys are staying. Namjoon has already checked the general situation on the way, texting Jin while y/n took over navigating, so that when they stand in front of the door, it burst open, a very excited Jimin on the other side.

“Jooonieeee! You made it! And you brought girrls! Hiii, I am Jimin! I am sexy, cutie, lovely!” He waves at both girls before getting pulled away by a very exasperated looking Taehyung. “Hey, that took a while. Glad you made it. Please excuse him, he is already very drunk. Come in, the food is getting cold. I am Tae.” He shakes the girls’ hands, a slight bow going along with it.

Seeing how both y/n and Emma seem a tiny bit overwhelmed already, Namjoon decides to take the lead, walking into the flat with his arms spread out, singing along to the song playing in the background.

*Then you’re left in the dust

Unless I stuck by ya

You’re the sunflower, I think

Your love would be too much*

At his somewhat squeaky singing, combined with a quick wink at y/n, the girls relax. Taking off their shoes, they make their way to the living area, only to be greeted by now 7 men talking over each other and having conversations. At their entry, Namjoon immediately rips away from Hobi and introduces them, half in English, half in Korean. The girls nod and smile as each of the guys introduce themselves. It’s quite an image to take in. Each guy busy with something different and yet all moving around each other so fluently it’s like a dance.

Tae and Jimin, who they have already met, are actually dancing right next to the speaker, or is Tae just herding Jimin away from the alcohol? It’s a bit hard to tell.

Then there’s Hobi, or Hoseok, or J-Hope. He introduced himself three times. Three names. And he was smiling brightly at both of them, waving at them from his spot next to the tired looking Yoongi. Yoongi just gave them a quick smile before going back to writing something on his phone.

A head pops in from what seems to be the kitchen: “Ah the leader has arrived with his guests. Get some food before the maknae eats it all……. I am Jin.” With the last words, the broad shouldered man steps out of the kitchen bowing lightly to both girls and shaking their hands while smiling sweetly.

Before they can respond they hear yelling from the kitchen, and Jin turns around, talking quickly in Korean. Namjoon comes up behind y/n and lightly puts his hand on her arm, pulling her towards the kitchen. He whispers into her ear: “Are you okay? I told them to try to speak as much English as possible but not all of them are very good with it. I’m sorry if it’s a lot of Korean.” He smiles at her, eyes locking with hers. Y/n nods: “It’s fine. Obviously! We are the guests here and you’re already going out of your way to make us comfortable. Just have fun and we will tag along.” She smiles at him, looking back at Emma, who has already found an something to keep her busy.

Annoying Yoongi.

“Hi! I’m Emma! What are you writing? Anything interesting? Do you want a drink?” At first Yoongi seems very perplexed by the girl suddenly in front of him. But he soon starts to smile and talking to her, his English suddenly much smoother than Namjoon has ever heard it before.

Y/n smiles, seeing her friend casually leaving her to spend time with Namjoon. So she turns back around to him, smiling broader. They go to the kitchen to get some food,immediately followed by Tae and Jimin while Hobi is texting and Yoongi is busy with Emma.

*Jin yelling at JK in Korean* You can’t drink and eat everything! We have guests! Go and introduce yourself and stop being a brat! You and Jimin already ate half the food I got! How! Did! You! Eat! So! Much!!! You pig!

Namjoo chuckles beside y/n, quickly translating and somewhat explaining what’s happening. Y/n steps forward, getting a plate and taking the place next to JK. She quickly introduces herself to the young man who seems to be breathing in the chicken lying in a bowl in front of him, unbothered by the light slaps and yelling from Jin next to him.

“What’s good? Any recommendations?” Y/n simply asks, JK’s eyes now big in surprise, his hand frozen on the way to his mouth, a half eaten chicken wing held with chopsticks almost falling down.

“Uh…” He chews. “It’s all Korean food. So… Spicy! But the chicken is very good. Almost like home. And beef bulgogi is also good. And noodles! Try the noodles.” He pauses again….”I am Jungkook.” He goes to shake her hand, forgetting the food in it, almost dropping it on the floor. Y/n laughs as Jungkook stumbles trying to catch both food and chopsticks.

“Yaaa!!” they hear an exhausted yell from behind Jungkook. Jin slapping the maknae one last time as he rolls his eyes and turns away, obviously very annoyed. He soon smiles again and says something to Namjoon in Korean who giggles at the remark.

“ He says he might need you around to shock JK into stopping sometimes.” Namjoon laughs, his eyes sparkling as he makes his way over to them, closing the short distance in barely two steps. Behind him, Jin leaves, probably herding the other men towards the kitchen as well.

Jungkook shoots y/n a quick smile before fixing a plate at lightning speed and leaving the kitchen, suddenly in a hurry.

Feeling a hand on her waist, y/n stops inspecting all the different food options and turns to Namjoon, a smile on her face still.

“ So, the buff one said the chicken and the beef bulgogi are good. What do you recommend, “leader”? And can you tell me which the beef bulgogi is? I have never actually had Korean food I am sorry, I am quite clueless at this awesome spread of food.”

“”The buff one”, huh? What am I then?” he laughs, jokingly pulling her closer, their noses almost touching as he wrinkles his brow at her, mockingly inquisitive.

Y/n throws her head back with laughter before sheepishly responding: “You’re mine. I guess Emma has claimed Yoongi, so I claim you.” She sticks his tongue out at him playfully booping his nose.

His mouth is hanging open in shock.

She said “You’re mine.”.

His heart stutters back on, now in overdrive as he beams at her, explaining all his favourite foods and heaping them on two plates. She just laughs softly and follows along with his explanations, asking about spiciness and ingredients here and there.

As they’re both carrying plates filled with about 7 different dishes they make their way towards the living room again.

“Oh, shit. What do you want to drink?” He suddenly turns around, almost crashing into her, barely saving both food and plate from falling. “I completely forgot drinks!”

“Aaah, don’t worry! I’m not picky. Give me something you think I might like. No pressure.” With the last words, she winks at him and makes her way to the living room, yelling at Emma to get food before it’s gone.

He smiles, watching her leave. He had been worried about how she would be with the others, knowing who they were. But she fits right in. Maybe he can actually be just a man with a crush tonight.

But as he turns to the fridge to get some mixers and make some drinks for y/n and himself he hears a well-known phrase from the living room.

“You know, BTS?” he hears Yoongi say.

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