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piratebay · 7 months ago

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do all of the music ask prompts (if u want!)

the ultimate music ask game

i DO ! i'm not gonna do the one's where i need a color or song of your choice tho but if you wanna ask those with something in mind please do! thank you for asking! also putting it under the cut because it's so long lmfao

1. are you an albums person or a singles person?

maybe mostly singles? most of the time i hear a song & i like it & am more picky about the album on the whole, but there are some albums that are so integral to my being they'd have to be ripped from my soul, you know? x

2. do you still buy cds (or other physical media)?

i do still have cds! i don't often buy them because honestly i often don't have the funds to, but when i can i do! my car still has a cd player thankfully & i have an external drive for my laptop :] the last cd i bought was rachmaninov: piano concertos nos. 1 & 4

3. do you listen to more oldies or more current stuff?

i would LIKE to think there is a balance but i'm afraid it's mostly oldies lmao

4. is there a song you love but don't like its music video?

oh god recently i was watching music videos with my cousin & my mom & my mom was like "put duran duran on!" so we watched the music video of rio & she was so disappointed & said "this seemed so much better back in the 80s" 😂

5. is there a song you don't like but like its music video?

i can't think of one at the moment but i'm sure there is one. tbh i don't watch a Lot of music videos

6. who's an artist you really like but are embarrassed to admit it?

kiss 😭 i don't like them like i used to, though

7. would you wear a t-shirt of a band you're not into?

no, i don't think i would. unless i really liked the design? i still don't see myself doing that though

8. is there an artist or song that you like, despite being of a genre you don't usually like?

i'm not SUPER into reggae, despite being into its adjacent musical genres, but utu bang bang by ka'ikena scanlan HITS.

9. do you have a favorite band?

i dooo.... it's the beach boys 🥲

10. favorite solo artist?

i've been into sza for a while now

11. favorite songwriter?

stevie wonder!

12. who’s the most obscure artist you listen to?

probably hui ohana lmfao they're soo nostalgic for me but idk how far their reach outside of hawai'i & hawaiian households are...but probably not much...

13. who’s the most popular/mainstream artist you listen to?

rihanna?

14. a song or album from the 50s or earlier:

black is the color of my true love's hair by nina simone

15. a song or album from the 60s:

and then...along comes by the association

16. a song or album from the 70s:

out of the blue by electric light orchestra

17. a song or album from the 80s:

thriller by michael jackson

18. a song or album from the 90s:

nevermind by nirvana

19. a song or album from the 2000s:

white pony by deftones

20. a song or album from the 2010s:

we are young by fun. & janelle monáe

21. a song or album from this year or last year:

unholy by sam smith & kim petras

22. what’s your favorite song or album from the year you where born?

the boy is mine by brandy & monica

23. do you and your partner/best friend share a special song? One you’d call “our song”?

amor prohibido by selena 😭

24. do you play any instruments?

i mean. i can fuck around on a keyboard & bang on some drums?

25. is there a song you used to like but can’t listen to anymore because you associate it with someone you don’t like?

YES. ALL STAR BY SMASH MOUTH 😔 it's tragic

26. have you ever pretended to like an artist/song just to fit in or please somebody?

ummmmm.... no i don't think so. but i pretended to like harry pothead even though it made me deeply uncomfortable before it became a habit to hate jk for her rampant transphobia 🙄 you know, as if it wasn't obvious before that she was a raging bigot...

27. do you enjoy making playlists? if so, are there any you’re proud of and would like to share?

i do! i really kind of like this playlist i made while reading dorohedoro

28. have you ever made/got a mixtape as gift to/from a friend?

ofc oh my god. that's actually most of my cd collection are burned discs. i've also gotten some spotify mixes ❤️

29. songs you love to dance to:

omg so in my early 20s i used to get really stoned off my ass & dance & paint in the backyard to long youtube compilations of disco/funk/r&b/house hits from the 70s, 80s & 90s. i can't find which ones were my go-tos at the moment but they were something like this:

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30. songs you love to sing along to:

I LOVE SINGING yay yay! i made a whole playlist actually that i sporadically add to sorry it's sort of lame & also should be played on shuffle!

31. who’s your favorite fictional band or artist?

uhhh lol i can only think of löded diper from diary of a wimpy kid

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32. when was the last time you cried when listening to a song, if ever?

sooooo my dad used to really like michael mcdonald & on the day i went to my first pride after he died what a fool believes came on the radio & i had to like snuffle my face in to stop from absolutely bawling, i.e. it occurred to me that he would've loved to have gone WITH me actually oops now i feel bad even talking about it sorrrryy

33. your favorite artist from your city/state/country?

green day lmao

34. your favorite song in your native language (if it isn’t english) OR in your second language (if english is your first):

escándalo by la sonora dinamita

35. a song you like in a language you don’t speak:

intermission: flower by zayn malik

36. a song you like with lyrics in two or more languages:

the girl from ipanema by stan getz, joão gilberto, & antônio carlos jobim

37. if you could travel in time and go to a concert of an artist who’s no longer alive or a band that’s no longer together, who would you choose?

i would go see the gap band!!

38. which was the first concert you went to?

hall & oates lmfao

39. which was the last concert you went to?

fa// out b*y 😔

40. which was the best concert you’ve ever been to?

leslie odom jr.! followed closely by system of a down

41. have you ever been to a music festival? if not, would you like to go?

i have not, i feel like it would be too stimulating for me, but i'd like to try it at least once. well wait. i am going to be in a big gala event in minneapolis & kansas city, but i feel like that's different from attending. also it will be my first time touring! :D

42. your favorite(s) “no skips” album(s):

wonder what's next by chevelle, fresh cream by cream, & dirt by alice in chains

43. do you enjoy musicals? if so, what’s your favorite?

i DO lmfao, i would say the phantom of the opera since i practically memorized every part in high school

44. have you watched any musician’s biopics? do you have a favorite?

um i have, i wouldn't say that i have a favorite but whitney houston's was profound

45. a non-musical movie or show with a soundtrack you love:

wellll... a tv show..... cowboy bebop's soundtrack is one of my favorites for sure

46. do you like comedy songs? if so, do you have a favorite?

i think i used to when i was younger. i mean, weird al still hits tbh

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47. is there an artist you used to dislike but learned to like because of a friend’s influence?

ummmm, jethro tull?

48. who’s an artist you think is criminally underrated & deserves more recognition?

oh i wouldn't know, i don't think i can make decisions like that, i can only recommend stuff to people

49. is there a cover you like more than the original version?

oh YEAH controversial opinion but i really can't listen to bruce springsteen sing at all but juanes' cover of dancing in the dark is excellent

50. is there an artist you used to love as a child/teenager but now are embarrassed to have ever liked?

i mean... besides kiss? 🤣 probably the beatles. i realized i really just liked psychedelic rock in general

51. is there an artist you used to love as a child/teenager & still like, even if you don’t listen to them as much?

the black eyed peas probably? i mean i don't actively seek their hits but if they come on i'm like. transported back to being a middle schooler

52. do you make playlists to be listened to in a specific order or in shuffle? or both?

both! this one's meant for shuffle:

& this one's meant to be played in order:

53. is there a song you hated the first time you listened to but then loved after listening to it more times?

i tend to keep my preferences for a long while, maybe big time rush? i don't remember HATING their music, i just wasn't a fan, but boyfriend is still good to me

54. an album you loved since the first time you listened to:

i mean... pet sounds by the beach boys 😳

55. an album you learned to love after listening to it again & again:

umm after laughter? i wasn't a big paramore fan in high school unfortunately but later i found them & learned to love them

56. a song/album/artist you wish you could forget so you could have the experience of hearing it for the first time again:

dream a little dream of me by the mamas & the papas

59. do you listen to music when it's raining or do you stop to hear the sound of the rain?

i listen to erik satie when it rains :D very low so i can still hear the rain

62. artists/bands you think have an impeccable discography, with no bad albums:

oh i don't have one. i'm a little picky in that sense, i guess

63. do you prefer live recordings or studio recordings?

whatever sounds better!

65. are there any songs you know the entire lyrics by heart?

i am CHRONICALLY bad with lyrics now i don't know quite what happened but i'm really forgetful. i think too much of my brain is occupied to other things :(

66. share your favorite playlists that you or someone else has made!

here are some i've enjoyed greatly!! :3

#hellpatrol #answers #i always say i'm not white enough to like springsteen LOL #long #404 not found

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w-ht-w · 2 years ago

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Quitting While on Top (Peter Singer in Project Syndicate)

New Zealand Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern’s decision to resign, despite the support of a solid parliamentary majority and no challenge from within her party, stunned the world. Getting to the top of a worthwhile activity is an exciting challenge, and overcoming challenges can be enjoyable, but staying there is a different matter.

MELBOURNE – Last month, Jacinda Ardern, New Zealand’s 42-year-old prime minister, resigned her office, despite the support of a solid parliamentary majority and no challenge to her leadership from within her party. New Zealanders have to go back only six years to find a precedent. In 2016, John Key surprisedeveryone when, at the age of 55, he made way for his deputy to take over.

A year ago, Ashleigh Barty became the first Australian to winthe Australian Open in 44 years. She was 25 years old and the top-ranked women’s tennis player in the world for more than 100 weeks. Two months later, she announced her retirement. Likewise, Björn Borg, the Swedish tennis champion, retired in 1983 at the age of 26, and Anthony Kim, a rising star of golf, was also 26 when he stopped playing competitively.

Why do they do it? Borg and Barty have given similar reasons. At first, Borg said, he had enjoyed playing and achieving the goals he set for himself. By the time he retired, however, the fun had gone out of playing tennis at that level. “Basically, over the years, I was practicing, playing my matches, eating, and sleeping,” he said. “But there’s other things besides those four things.”

Barty announced her retirement in a video conversation with her friend and former doubles partner, Casey Dellacqua. Tennis, she said, “has given me all of my dreams, plus more, but I know that the time is right, now, for me to step away and chase other dreams, and to put the rackets down.” Her happiness, she continued, had ceased to depend on her results on the tennis court, and she no longer had the physical drive or the emotional desire to continue to challenge herself at the very top level. “It’s important that I get to enjoy the next phase of my life as Ash Barty the person, not as Ash Barty the athlete.”

In announcing her resignation, Ardern expressed similar feelings. It had been, she said, “the most fulfilling five and a half years” of her life. But “I know what this job takes,” she added, “and I know that I no longer have enough in the tank to do it justice. It’s that simple.”

Getting to the highest level of a worthwhile activity is an exciting challenge, and overcoming challenges can be enjoyable; but staying at the top as long as one can is a different matter. As Borg said, there are other things in life than tennis, and that is true of life in politics as well.

The Harvard Study of Adult Development has tracked the lives of some of its research subjects for more than 80 years, seeking answers to what makes them happy and healthy. Some of its results have just been released in The Good Life, by Robert Waldinger and Marc Schulz. Although any one-word answer to such questions is bound to be an oversimplification, the authors nevertheless are prepared to say that the key to both health and happiness is good relationships.

Almost everyone who retires says that they want to spend more time with their family. Sometimes, of course, that is just a cover for less honorable reasons for quitting; but in the case of Ardern and Barty, it was probably an important factor. Ardern was just the second prime minister – after Pakistan’s Benazir Bhutto – to give birth while in office. She has occasionally shared moments with her child on social media, but she will now be able to spend more time with her daughter, and her partner, who has been a stay-at-home dad. For Barty, the desire to become a mother may have played a role, for she is now pregnant with her first child.

Social norms are changing our ideas about a good life. We are paying more attention to work-life balance than we used to do, and rightly so. We are far more open than we used to be about mental health – footballers now acknowledge facing mental-health issues, something that previously would have been considered humiliating. More people are recognizing that career success is not to be equated with living a good life. We should also ask what our career is doing for the world. Perhaps there are better things we could be doing. The website 80,000 hours has some suggestions.

Not everyone can choose to change the course of their life. Some face limited employment opportunities, with few options if they are to continue to feed and house themselves and their dependents. Political leaders may be reluctant to leave office because they believe they can do more good than those who will replace them.

When that belief is well-founded, rather than a form of self-deception fueled by the addictive nature of power, as it often is, staying in office may be what they should do. The rest of us, however, have choices, and we should frequently be asking ourselves if we are living the best life we can – both for ourselves and others.

1. https://www.project-syndicate.org/commentary/jacinda-ardern-not-alone-quitting-at-the-top-by-peter-singer-2023-02

#paywall articles #politics

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vminity21 · 4 years ago

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Pairing: HighschoolCrush!Taehyung X StillProcessingIt!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Genre: angst/fluff/smut

Warning(s): slight language use, angst (if you read b/w the lines), pretty much smutty kissing, hand groping, mention of alcohol, breast worship, nipple play; Rated: 18+

Summary: When a crush you had in high school unexpectedly returns to your life six years later, this is the experience you have with him when you collected the courage to invite him over to hangout.

Credit to: @suhdays for the amazing cover!

Inspiration comes in the form of little expectancy especially when life seems to throw a curveball you never dreamed would be a potential possibility; but, here you are, tapping upon the keyboard of your five-year-old laptop decorated in stickers of celebs you've admired over the years mingled with relevant quotes that have bustled yet again- inspiration that motivates you day by day to continue to be the human being that you are. Inspiration though can appear in lyrical melodies broadcasted globally for millions to pine over; or, published in numerous pages creating imaginary worlds where ones can escape to; or, sketched in a meticulous design to build whatever idea had been desired to come to life; or, filmed in scenes of an edited story by talented persons determined to enter the spotlight in any way they can; or, painted along a canvas in colors of calculated detail bringing forth the picture of accomplishment. Inspiration derives from a mere moment- one that sparks the instinct to gather the materials needed to pour out your heart in ways that may bring a sense of peace.

For you, it used to be in the lines of a song penciled into a crinkled notebook from your backpack hidden away for no one to discover; it used to be countless childhood journals where you expressed your inward battles in order to find enough solace to sleep at night. You've lost your touch over the years because life changes in the blink of an eye, as you grow older, and work can distract from the time taken to focus on yourself; thankfully graduating college to gain the degree you now behold landed you a job, one you hope lasts for many years, and you are currently living in a two-bedroom apartment with your best friend, Monica, who's presently slumbering as you brush some loose strands of hair from your vision.

Your dog is curled at the end of your bed as you write, which is something that you haven't done in what feels like forever, but the reasoning behind this sporadic urge ignited when the familiar pair of brown eyes from six years prior, re-entered your world without your preparation and his presence from a recent night shared seems to echo in every space of your brain to where you've finally had enough. It's about time to reach out, the devil on your shoulder whispers, but the angel sitting on the opposite begs to differ. Shaking your head, you pause momentarily, cracking your knuckles before resting your forehead on the desk, exhaling slowly while the memory of his touch seems to haunt your skin.

He was someone you once admired in high school- roaming the hallways where girls giggled giddily each time he'd pass by; star of the basketball team, rising popularity to the point everyone knew his name, collecting homework answers from budding friendships, and it all began once he started his junior year at a new school- the school where you attended. But the difference that set him apart from the typical cliché's of the prevalent students you never seemed to relate to, was that he talked to absolutely everybody and anybody- no judgment on what group the person took part in, his kindness won the hearts of many other than the evident attraction of his physical features. He didn't care who you were or what you were into, he would be your friend, and that, considering he was viewed on a higher level, made him even more special.

Despite never admitting it then, you had a crush on him. He was more of an acquaintance, but you enjoyed his company when he came around, and when a past friend, who is now married with a few kids, used to have a crush on the same person, your heart sank, because with every guy thinking she was hot, you felt as though you would never stand a chance. Especially not with this guy who made your hands jittery and the beat in your chest skip- the guy who is none other than Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung would frequent the chorus room at times when you and your past friend would practice music pieces and he always was fond of your singing voice- something he praised you for often, while his attention was received from his talent regarding sports. Something he was so good at that it was spread that he may have gained quite the scholarship for college if he decided to go. There were memories of bravery where you seized the day just to steal a conversation and a hug; at one time, scribbling the words 'hot af' with an arrow pointing where he signed your friend, Min Yoongi's, yearbook; Yoongi playing it off as though he had no idea who the culprit was when Taehyung asked who wrote it. Utter surprise can't even fathom when you along with Taehyung were voted 'Most Likely to be Famous' by your graduating class when senior year was conquered. The inside joke was for you to hold the basketball while he placed his hands upon the keys of a piano, the picture you still couldn't process happened, but always remained grateful for.

Six years flew by and the conversation never necessarily held, but there were the rare messages from social media where he'd reach out hoping all had been well with you. Interestingly enough, a cover you posted harmonizing with a fellow singer happened to be his absolute favorite, one of the few Instagram posts he'd commented on, and one of the few singing videos he continuously would listen to repeatedly without your knowledge until a few weeks ago when he revealed that to you. A cover that is now near to be a four-year-old video that he still finds uplifting when he hears you and the way your voice blended so well with the other female. Your mind is reeling because after all this time, and even now, there are remains of the aftershock, trying to forget the feel of him, when there's no way you can, not with everything so fresh on your mind. So fresh on your heart.

It all occurred when Yoongi, who kept in touch with you occasionally after graduation brought you up to Taehyung who happened to think of you earlier when listening to his favorite cover of yours, and he agreed he'd like to hang out. He asked if his friend, Hoseok could join you, Monica, and Yoongi which of course you said yes to learn how sweet you found it, that he had traveled within the span of a day after visiting his grandparents, because he is a man of his word, planned to come see you even though the drive was five hours out of his way. The night was filled with so much laughter mixed with serious conversations to the point the card game that was supposed to be played was never finished, and it sprung the desire of wanting to see Taehyung again, and you couldn't come to terms with never knowing so after some encouragement from Monnie and Yoongi, you messaged T to hang out a few days later, but never opened his reply until you were safely home from work.

Taehyung: Gotcha! Hmmm, I haven't decided on what I intend on doing. Either being with family or hanging out with friends. If I don't hang out with family, you could be my plus 1 or bring whomever or vice versa

[Y/N]: Sorry I just got home from work! I'll definitely be your plus 1 if hanging with family doesn't work out! Sounds like a plan!

He asked if you wanted anything from the store when it was confirmed he was on his way which you responded with your typical answer of no, and with music playing from your Bluetooth speaker, you were highly humiliated when you lost track of four minutes of time, opening a message from him to see that he had been there, at your door. Heart racing you rushed to unlock it, head spinning when you saw he leaned against the stair railing with a plastic bag of two Arbor Mist wine bottles dangling from his hand, him promising everything was fine despite your profuse apologies- him slipping his phone in his back pocket while he followed you into your home.

Monnie happened to be staying the night with her family, so it would be just the two of you tonight, besides your dog who bounced at his legs while he reached down to pet her fluffy head. Taking in the sight of him, now that was something you found hard to believe. Just a simple pair of jeans, a gray t-shirt with a black jacket complementing the dark tendrils of hair spread across his forehead leading to the carefully sculpted lining of his jaw nearly brought you to your knees, but you held it together long enough to settle across from him at your dining room table. He had taken off his shoes at the door remembering upon a few days prior, and he set out the wine while you jumped to retrieve wine glasses (Yoongi happened to purchase for you) while banter still related to greetings.

One thing that truly intrigued you when first seeing Taehyung after six years were words, he had said that touched your heart more than you'd like to profess. "That's why I try to enjoy every moment with people because you never know what day will be your last," and you knew right then, that if there was anyone you wanted to share a moment with, it was him, and there he was, right before you, smiling about something you said while the sound of the fruity liquid-filled each glass.

"I really truly do not understand what you are so afraid of. What do you even have to lose?" Monnie tinkered with the lens to her camera while she sauntered through the living room. Exasperated from anxiety, you sucked in your lips before teasingly throwing her the side-eye.

"My dignity,"

"Oh c'mon," she paused, lifting a brow. You had been talking nonstop on how bad you wanted to invite Taehyung over, but fear of rejection including the fear of humiliation seemed to overwhelm you, although deep down you knew your best friend in the entire world was correct. You did not nor do you have anything to lose.

"Well!" You squawked, raising your palms dramatically in the air before slapping them to the sides of your thighs, "Why the hell would Kim Taehyung ever want to hang out with me anyway? Do you not see how farfetched this all is?"

"Bold of you to assume that my life isn't already farfetched enough as it is-"

"Not! The point!"

Monnie sighed, and when she saw the way your shoulders slumped in disappointment that shouldn't have been an issue, to begin with, she stepped closer, placing her hand on your shoulder, "First off, you are overthinking this, and you shouldn't. Besides, I think after hanging out as a group, he only sees you as a friend, meaning no expectations. So, go into it with that mindset okay? I'm sure he'd love to hang out with you. Secondly," she smiled, her serene expression filled with promises she always kept, "You've waited six years for this. I think you should ask him to hang out."

"You really think so?" Your grin reached your hopeful eyes, and the feeling in your chest seemed to react more positively despite your earlier turmoil.

"Yeah. The dude owes us a chair anyways,"

"Ah!" You cackled, back pressed against the dining room table as you remembered literally a few days ago when Taehyung accidentally broke a spindle of the chair in half with his foot when Yoongi scared him just by suddenly walking down the hallway. "I don't think I've ever seen a man so embarrassed."

"I'm not saying to hold it over his head, but," Monnie held up her index finger, "I think that gives him enough reason to come back," she giggled, setting her camera on the dining room table before waltzing into the kitchen.

You shrugged, "At least we can still sit on it."

"Look at it, it's staring at me," Taehyung pointed swiftly at where the vacant spindle would have been, your laughter reverberated throughout the space.

"T, really, you do not owe us new chairs. I promise, it's fine," you reassured him, realizing your cheeks were sore from how much you'd been smiling since he entered your 'realm of refuge' as you liked to describe your apartment. He snapped a picture of it, probably with the intention of getting a new chair for you and Monica regardless, and you found that appreciative although you would be happy if he didn't.

Shit. You pause from the computer screen, leaning back into your chair before folding your arms tight across your chest. Eyeballing the cursor, your vision narrows as it blinks, waiting for you to add more words to the memory that seems to spin in a cycle with the subtle goal of not stopping. Or, so you figure. If recalling every little detail isn't already hard enough, reliving the reminiscence of his fingers twirling in your hair, his sweet laugh when he looked at you, or the way he held you so tight-

But, everything in between, leading up to those mesmerizing flashes are just as important to you as what it led to. Maybe it was the conversation- the three hours of conversation before the move to the sofa which it was hard to fully focus on what else was being said because how could you properly concentrate when the one person, you'd been so worried about spending time with was seriously conversing with you like the pair of you had been friends your whole lives?

Miraculously, you were able to gather the stories of past vacations that resulted in mild disappointment revolving around the complaints of people surrounding him, or the goal of visiting as many places as possible leading Taehyung to scribble down a list of where he'd been to reveal you both have equally been to the same amount of places. Of course, the thrill of going on a mini adventure with him brought an excitement you haven't felt in a while; even the story of why he was transferred to your high school years ago due to a misunderstanding, and when the pair of you made your way to the couch, he nestled into one corner while you gladly took the other, wishing you could snuggle closer but fear prevented you from doing so.

It seemed as though that he didn't want to watch the movie anyhow, because he talked to you as though he never wanted to stop, and eventually it led to you asking one too many times if he was okay with spending the rest of the night with you. "It's up to you, I'll stay if you want me too," he promised, the way your heart fluttered when you replied, "Yes, can you please stay? I don't want you to go."

"Alright, alright! I'll stay," he smiled widely, both of his large hands reaching out, and there was not one ounce of hesitation from you- your hands grasped his before your dog jumped to beg for attention, trying to lick at his face causing your hands to undo. Laughter was contagious with Taehyung, and still cuddled into the corner of the couch, you were so elated that he was going to stay, you reached to hug him, his arms wrapping around you, the feel of your bodies aligning putting the biggest smile on your face. It was crazy how everything was seeming to fall into place- the stars aligning as though it was all magic; and, you couldn't get past how right everything felt. How right he felt. Pulling away, his smile never left him, "Are you shy?" His arm remained draped around your shoulders, and timidly you peer at his surprised gape, his black hair almost covered his crescent eyes.

"I mean... Yeah, I can be," you murmured, reaching to hug him again, but something washed over you this time, a thought that had crossed your mind repeatedly that you just couldn't take it anymore. The side of his face was blurred, placing your palm upon his cheek, and without even a moment of doubt, you kissed him. A sudden decision, but one of the best ones you could have made.

His lips were so soft, the way his mouth just seemed to mold with yours for only a few mere seconds, and the shock on his face when you pulled away, paired with the realization that his hands were held in the air, you hadn't expected his reaction. Shit! You cursed inwardly, immediately jumping back to persistently make sure he was okay; even when he moved to cuddle with you, him claiming everything was fine, but that he couldn't believe you kissed him being the both of you never once saw this coming especially six years ago during the high school days. His hand was fidgety as he swiftly rubbed your shoulder, your head buried on his chest while your mind spun in a continuous loop of how you could not believe that you kissed Taehyung. The Kim Taehyung.

He became quiet- too quiet, concern etched in your expression, maneuvering yourself back to the opposite corner of the couch, so you could face him. "T, are you sure you're okay? Did I freak you out?"

"No, no, I just can't believe you kissed me," he was in awe, eyes dazed as he ran his slim fingers through his hair, "Like, really I never saw this coming,"

"I mean, have you looked in the mirror?" You teased, knowing damn well he'd been aware of you finding him attractive, and he shook his head in dismissal of your compliment as he chuckled; it took you a whole sixty seconds to realize you were holding his hand, fingers linked, and him asking if you were nervous due to your clammy palm, though you tried to swear up and down you were not, the next round of words he said nearly brought you to tears when he finally spoke.

"You shouldn't sell yourself short," he looked you in the eyes without any faltering, although you tilted your head in mild confusion as to why he was saying this, to begin with, "I don't think you realize how much of an impact you've made on others, especially guys," ah, he was letting you down easy, and you knew it, but you're too stunned to speak as you listened, "I don't think you give yourself enough credit either. You're a great singer, you're pretty much a musician, you love animals, you have a job, you live on your own. Really, you shouldn't sell yourself short-"

"T," you breathed, pleading almost, but trying not to make it obvious, but he never broke eye contact, "We don't have to date or anything, I just- I just wanted a moment with you." You mentioned what inspired you to spend time with him- exposing how a few nights ago when he said he wanted to enjoy every moment with people- you knew you wanted to have a moment with him, too. Memories from high school were spoken momentarily, thirty minutes passing by which included a made-up handshake as well as the subtle twirl of his fingers in your hair- him complimenting how good your hair looked which made you blush even more.

Just when you thought he wasn't already smooth enough, you noticed Taehyung started teasing your dog, her pouncing at his chest before he'd lean in closer to you. Eyebrows scrunching, it took you a hot second to realize what he was doing. Each time Taehyung would scoot closer to you, he'd kiss you, sending the pair of you in boisterous laughter when your dog would try to break the kisses by jumping in between your faces. The more your lips would touch, it'd last a bit longer and longer, your hand clinging to the side of his jacket to pull him closer when things really started moving fast, eventually your dog left the room with the hint that attention was no longer available for her.

Still lip-locked, Taheyung's hands gripped your hips while you willingly moved to straddle him, arms resting on the top of the couch on either side of his head, the tip of your tongue glided along his, while he fanned his hands along your ass. You refrained from moaning into his kiss despite how bad you wanted to, yet you held yourself together, involuntarily grinding your clothed heat where his erection was felt. T smacked your ass before slithering the tips of his fingers to your shirt, slowly unbuttoning one by one.... One by one. His eyes were hazed from how much he was craving your mouth, and with a seductive nod in his direction, he continued until he made it to the final goal, your kisses never planning to stop, the sides of your shirt being brushed away for him to take in the sight of you.

"Ooh my God," his eyes darkened in evident lust when he saw the way your black bra cupped your breasts, "Oh my God," his voice deepened, him hardly knowing what to do with himself while your smirk remained subtlety on your mouth. Though you hadn't needed him to ask, he politely waited for your permission to touch your chest, a quick pang of frilly nerves ghosted your stomach.

"Yeah," you breathed seductively, gradually moving to capture his lips, trying to hold back a giggle when he gently moved his hands to your back, "You're not going to find it there," you mused, referring to the clip. He paused as if panicked, "It's in the front," you finally admitted, but failing miserably, Taehyung let you take initiative, you unclipped your bra uncovering what is now widening his brown eyes. "Oh my God!" His reaction made you want to cum right then and there, especially when his fingers made their way to squeeze your nipples when his mouth returned to yours. Taehyung worshiped your breasts, and for some odd, yet arousing reason, you lived for it.

You're uncertain of when the tv was switched off, and even now, as your hands continue to fly across the keyboard, one thing you do recall, one of the lingering memories of the evening was your shirt being off, thrown onto the floor mingled with your bra, and without any warning, Taehyung hoisted you in the air, your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso while he tightened his hold around your body. His steps were painfully careful, kissing you roughly while your arms kept their place behind his neck, and the direction was being taken to your bedroom where your heart pounded so anxiously to be. His jacket was shed before the bold act, and all that was left was his gray t-shirt and jeans. Laying you down with a bounce from your mattress, he remained above you, and your eyes refused to stray especially when he reached to remove his shirt- his smooth skin greeting yours sending waves of goosebumps spreading among your limbs.

There was no one like him in your eyes, and there never would be. Not in your heart. And with how perfect everything was going; you were not prepared for how hard it was going to be to stop before things went too far. Because what if he doesn't exactly feel the same? He was letting you down easy not even an hour ago, and here you were, hopes so high, you weren't sure how you were going to erase them back down. He kissed you until you couldn't breathe, your fingers dug into your comforter, while his palms glided all over your frame for however long you let him, but when he went to remove your leggings, you halted him.

Now, this is where your heart aches when you relive this part, because a conversation was held, one where you mentioned what if someone catches feelings if the both of you decided to solely be just friends with benefits? Taehyung said all you had to do was communicate with him because he was easy to get along with, and you've known this about him for six years. He was always someone easy to talk to, and you knew he would never treat you poorly over a situation like this. And, he hadn't. You made the executive decision to not sleep with him for you wanted him to remember you as the woman you are, and the woman, you've always been, and with the fear of going all the way being something that could change his image of you, you were satisfied to hear the loud echoes of his snoring after you changed into pajamas, gazing at his sleeping demeanor before you drifted into slumber as well.

When the morning came, you were not ready for him to leave, but he asked if you would walk him out, him throwing on his shirt and jacket while you rushed to brush your teeth. T asked if you had any other plans for the rest of the day which you proceeded to answer honestly with a no, as he mentioned that he was going to get breakfast.

"Let me know when you make it home," you said tenderly, "I want to know you're safe,"

"I will," he promised before you embraced him, turning just enough to place a peck to his cheek. It was his smile that decided to enter your recollection- the boxy smile that would plague you until the day you accept that you will never forget it.

And when you opened the door to the apartment where he gracefully waltzed through, you merely caught a glimpse of him leaving, ahead of you quietly shutting the door to whatever could have been.

Or, what could have started a beautiful story that has yet to unfold.

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rosesloveletters · 4 years ago

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As we approach the anniversary of Heath Ledger’s passing, I would like to use my platform to discuss a few things I find increasingly important that we, as fans, keep in mind: Do NOT mock his death. Do NOT harass his family, friends, etc. (don’t ever do this, but especially not this week or the day of.) Do NOT use his death to signify your online presence. Those of us who appreciate this hard-working, loving, giving soul deserve the freedom of expression granted to us, given that we remain within the bounds of positivity, consideration for others and for Heath Ledger himself.

(image: Heath photographed for The West Australian on June 9th, 2001.)

I implore you to treat everyone with respect and to honor Heath in a way in which you would honor a loved one; be kind, courteous, respectful and tactful whenever you are discussing his passing and remain conscious of others and their feelings regarding this subject. It is a subject of sensitivity for many and I ask that you consider how others might feel when approached with the topic. Do NOT pass around photos of him that the paparazzi took on that fateful day. This is a blatant disregard for Heath and his privacy; He was unable to consent to having those photos taken, for obvious reasons, and I am certain that he would not have consented, given his distaste for the paparazzi and having felt as though his life was ‘on display’.

Remember to treat him and others with respect. It is the bare minimum of common courtesy when dealing with such a raw topic; Heath would be honored by how most choose to remember him and I think that he would be humbled by the legacy he’s left behind.

On another, more important note, we must to remember a few things regarding the late Heath Ledger:

He did not die because of his role as The Joker in ‘The Dark Knight’.

He did NOT die of a suicide.

Heath was struggling with insomnia, illness, his break-up with Michelle and (presumably) depression (though I don’t believe that was ever officially confirmed) at the time of his passing and we must remember how sensitive a subject this is, for his family, loved ones, friends and fans alike.

For more factual information on his passing, I recommend visiting these links provided:

Friends and Family Remember His Final Weeks

Some important quotes from this article to take into consideration:

“Gerry Grennell, Ledger’s friend and dialect coach who lived and worked with the star while he was shooting The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus in the final weeks of his life, spoke with PEOPLE in 2017 for a cover story on Ledger, nine years after the actor’s death. He recalled his friend being “exhausted, emotionally and physically” while battling a lingering pneumonia-type illness.”

“Grennell said the star’s mood was low. “He missed his girl, he missed his family, he missed his little girl — he desperately wanted to see her and hold her and play with her,” he added, referring to Ledger’s former girlfriend Michelle Williams and their then-2-year-old daughter, Matilda. “He was desperately unhappy, desperately sad.””

But in his final weeks, Grennell said Ledger knew he was spiraling. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from taking the pills. “He said, ‘I got to stop, it’s not helping, I’m not well, it’s making me feel more upset,’” Grennell continued. “It wasn’t helping with the relationship issues, it wasn’t helping with missing his kid, it wasn’t helping his sleeping — and he knew that.”

“Being such a social guy, having to be a bit of a hermit, or wear hats and glasses was super annoying,” he added, describing the lengths to which Ledger went to avoid the paparazzi. “His happiest I remember was times like when we were in Bondi on the beach catching waves, and nobody really looking his way, and when he moved to Brooklyn and could walk around with nobody bothering him.”

Heath Ledger’s Father Kim Speaks of Son’s Death - Trigger Warning: Kim Ledger mentions seeing EMS removing Heath’s body from his home in new York. This video and its message is EXTREMELY important; if you choose to view no other material listed here, please watch this short interview.

Statements Made by Heath Ledger’s Sisters

Heath Ledger’s Sisters Clear Up Rumors About His Death In New Documentary

Some important quotes from this article to take into consideration:

Though the doc doesn't elaborate on the "demons" that plagued Ledger's final days, it does change the narrative about his mental state at that time. According to the actor's family, Ledger's role in The Dark Knight didn't depress him, as so many tabloids had reported. It energized him."It was coming out that he was depressed and it was taking a toll, and we were going, 'What?'" Bell said. "It was the absolute opposite," Kate Ledger added. "He had an amazing sense of humor, and I guess only his close family and friends really knew that. But he was having fun. He wasn’t depressed about The Joker."

That's about as far as the film delves into Ledger's death. Instead, I Am Heath Ledger chooses to focus on his life. It may not be a complete picture of the actor, but after nearly a decade of rampant rumors and tabloid gossip, it's nice to see Heath through his own lens.

Speculation into Heath’s passing has been vast, leaving much to the media to exaggerate and perpetuate; there is very little evidence or proof that lends to the fact that Heath was an ‘addict’ as has been portrayed, however this statement can be found on his Wikipedia page:

“Ledger was "widely reported to have struggled with substance abuse.” Following Ledger's death, Entertainment Tonight aired video footage from 2006 in which Ledger stated that he "'used to smoke five joints a day for 20 years” and news outlets reported that his drug abuse had prompted Williams to request that he move out of their apartment in Brooklyn. Ledger's publicist asserted that some reportage regarding Ledger and drugs had been inaccurate.”

When discussing his death, please keep in mind that a large portion about his personal life has been over-exaggerated and therefore, research is key.

Heath’s private life is not something we should pry into and we should be respectful of the fact that we simply do not have the information to conclusively determine certain theories. It is among human nature to ask questions and want answers, but it is our responsibility to know what is appropriate and how we should go about researching such a topic.

Do not pry into Heath’s private life; be mindful of the information you choose to share and treat him as you would treat any other person. Just because he is a “celebrity” does NOT mean that every detail of his life should be public access. Treat him how you would want to be treated; you are not entitled to his private life, nor is anyone other than those he was closest to.

We have countless interviews and testimonies to his character from family and friends, those of which prove to be the most accurate.

Check out this video: Famous People Talking About Heath Ledger to hear some of these positive testaments to his character.

Drug abuse is a very serious matter; I do not condone Heath’s decision to abuse prescription drugs, nor should any fan; his death provides a testament to the dangers of prescription pills and we should remember to be mindful of their effect. Prescription drug abuse is a serious matter and we should not overlook the seriousness of it.

If you or someone you know is suffering from Opioid drug abuse, visit the link provided for the CDC’s help and resources

Please remain respectful while researching his passing and use discretion. Information perpetuated by the media has proved time and time again to be harmful to those in the limelight and Heath was a victim of that as well. Respect the fact that we do not know of his private life and accept that we do not have the right to know. There is a large amount of information present, providing speculation into this subject and I advise you to research with caution, as some of it is damaging to Heath’s character.

Most importantly, use this time to remember Heath for the incredibly gifted and talented soul that he was. As fans, it is important not only to understand his passing, but to keep his legacy alive through the ways in which we choose to honor and remember him.

Heath Ledger’s death was a tragedy. His family and friends still grieve his passing and his daughter, Matilda, is without a father due to his premature death. Please be respectful and courteous of this and honor Heath in a way in which he would be proud of.

Thank you for taking the time to read this lengthy post. With much controversy surrounding Ledger’s death, I felt it necessary to speak out on a couple of things, especially with the anniversary of his death coming up. Please feel free to add onto this post any way you would like, especially if you find more information that is factual and important to share within the community.

I will reiterate: BE RESPECTFUL. BE COURTEOUS. BE KIND. Do NOT harass his family and friends. Do NOT mock his death. Do NOT share offensive/upsetting images or media that is damaging to his character, now or ever. Respect others who choose to use this time simply to remember this wonderful man for all that he was and do not discuss his passing with anyone who might be triggered by the mentioning of it.

This community is a loving, caring and amazing place where we choose to remember Heath in our own ways and keep his memory alive through the creations and art we all share. Build each other up and listen to one another; treat each other as if you are looking at Heath directly and show the world the same kindness he showed while he was among us.

Thank you.

#heath ledger #tw: death #tw: suicide mention #tw: drug abuse #tw: drug overdose #tw: drugs #my stuff #okay to reblog #I triggered myself so bad to make this post please appreciate it and take it all into consideration

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Soul Food

[MASTERLIST]

Request: ANON

Beta: N/A Pairing: Seokjin x Reader Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Slice of Life, Drama, Romance, Soulmate au Words: 1.1k

Summary: In a world where soulmates are connected through the foods they eat, Kim Seokjin has quite an odd Soulmate who eats the darndest things.

Authors note: I was trying to look up strange food combinations and then I remembered one that I really liked that my friends say is strange. Sooo..., I decided to make it your favourite food combo; Shallots and Orange juice.

It was quite an odd notion soulmates. Everyone had a soulmate, someone born to be their other half. Soulmates were not born the same year but once they reached twenty they would stop physically aging until they met their soulmate.

After you turn twenty you develop a connection with your soulmate, that connection was through food. You could taste whatever the other was eating. It was strange and not very helpful. Seriously, how were you supposed to figure out who your other half is by what they eat. It just isn’t an accurate measure. The number of people in their respected countries eating the same meal.

You thankfully narrowed down a long list of probable, when you found out your soulmate eats kimchi. It was something you loved and it was definitely helped you start crossing out certain individuals with a quick question. What is your favorite food? If they didn’t answer Kimchi you would know they weren’t the one.

This was so stupid. Another day tormented by your soul mate, why did they get to eat wonderful food while you were left with a bland, greasy, high sodium, sorry excuse for a meal. He was the reason you weren’t a picky eater, you couldn’t be when his food preferences were quite wide.

It was while you were sitting in the waiting room at a Korean restaurant that they were watching an interview with an American host and they were talking about possible soulmates. “We have strange tastes but nothing that has a distinctive signature. Well, perhaps Seokjin has a few strange tastes.”

“What strange things do you taste?” The host laughed listening “Anything that we could help narrow down your search?”

“My soulmate is the type of person who can brush their teeth and drink orange juice,” He laughed and you giggled, you loved the fresh feeling when you would brush your teeth and then tasting the strong orange flavor. This was something you could relate to. “They also eat shallots with orange juice”

That made you pause, you did that too, you would use the shallot like a straw, and as you drank you would eat the shallot straw. It was fun and made you feel like you were on a tropical island. But, you had never ever heard anyone else who did the same and you had never had anyone try it and love it.

This left you feeling your heart rush for a moment but you realized it was silly, people would obviously do similar things, like the time you thought you invented a moving sidewalk before you realized they had those in airports already. It was hard to have an original thought these days.

You did however add the band on their social media as they were quite funny and cute but continued with your day. You had a scroll through their photos and saw something that piqued your interest. Jamon and honeydew melon. The caption read; Taehyung made a beautiful side dish.

You remembered this flavor from two days ago, but you couldn’t quite pin it at the time. Maybe your soulmate loved BTS and tried their recipes. You had a small nagging thought that perhaps it was Kim Seokjin, but decided to put the theory to bed, you heard they did live streams so you waited until he was in the live stream.

You got the notification and you joined the Livestream, there he was with two other members discussing the new album. You were scared to leave to get something gross so you grabbed the closest thing and winced, perfume. Ooof.

Spraying it past your tongue you wretched hearing commotion on the Vlive and looked at him trying to get the taste from his mouth as badly as you were. You ran to the bathroom and washed your mouth and ran back, he settled grabbing a bottle of water, and gulped trying to relieve his tastebuds. You felt the water rush over your own tongue.

It was a formidable test but you needed to prove it just once more. You took a chunk of wasabi into your mouth and saw him flail, “What is happening?” he whined, clutching his tongue and you could feel his fingers clamped on the muscle. “I am trying to talk.”

You wondered how you would tell him, you didn’t know how you would ever get to meet him. He was a Korean idol. That didn’t make it easy. You wondered how to get it across to them. You tried to reach out to them as best you could by writing fan letters and contacting the company but it wasn’t getting noticed.

You took out your phone, opening your TikTok account, and uploaded a video explaining you were going to do the same thing every day, wake up brush your teeth, orange juice, and a shallot, you would then eat strawberries all day with a different dinner posted at the end of the night until Kim Seokjin notices.

It was a weird diet but you needed to get in touch with him, you explained you wouldn’t show your face for your own protection. That if he keeps a food diary until he is sure that he is or isn’t your soulmate. Your videos blew up and were put in meme videos on all platforms and you started adding into the video exactly what he ate the day before.

You woke one day to a reply on Instagram and you felt your heart racing. The message was cryptic and confusing

[Where do you live?”] [I shouldn’t disclose that information, I don’t know who you really are?] [How about a video call?] [I don’t feel comfortable about that either?]

You made another TikTok discussing someone has reached out but you couldn’t be sure it wasn’t a hacker. So you were protecting your identity while still being willing to talk.

You and the person replied back and forth and they sent me their number and you started texting them the time passed and you got voice messages and pictures and video clips and you were screaming it was actually Seokjin.

You dressed up nice and put on very light makeup before the hour Seokjin had requested to call youthe camera aimed to get your best angle. He appeared, on the screen his face red as he waved some people away off screen, “Ya!”

“Hello, you know BTS?” A face whom you believed was Jungkook popped in from the corner and was promptly pushed away by Seokjin and grabbed by Namjoon who touched Seokjin’s shoulder.

“Get out, Jin need any help talking let me know” Seokjin nodded, while Namjoon gestured towards the screen, he turned embarrassed and shocked that the phone call had connected and he bowed his head in greeting.

“Annyeong?” He said breathlessly his face reddening more,

“Annyeong” You replied, just as you had practiced, you had trusty google translate open and a few simple phrases you had found on some websites. “Naneun Y/n imnida”

“Woah, Daebak!”

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tired-college-student-writing · 4 years ago

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#WaynesAngel

The Maribat AU by @ozmav and @maribat-archive is all I can think about atm, so enjoy more of this

Summary- After Grayson posts a video on the wrong twitter, Damian feels like he should lose his social media privileges, and possibly his hand.

Part 1

Part 4

Part 5 (HERE)

This was a impusle write as I was trapped in a car for over 50 hours in three days. Please do not ask for another chapter.

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Wayne’s Angel @FashionInGotham

Why is it weird that I’ve never met a Bat before? It’s not like Damian or the Waynes have ever seen Ladybug or Chat Noir or the Miraculous Team in Paris, and they’ve been in Paris a lot more than I’ve been in Gotham #confusion #AMERICAEXPLAIN

Jason Todd Lives @BestTodd

@FashionInGotham Whomst the Fuck is Ladybug and Chat Noir?? Also, Miraculous Team Sounds like some magical girl anime Cass watches

Call me Cass @CainYouBelieve

@FashionInGotham @BestTodd 🖕🏼

Wayne’s Angel @FashionInGotham

@FashionInGotham @BestTodd @CainYouBelieve They’re the Paris superheroes, they showed up almost five years ago to fight the little bitch of a villain, Hawkmoth and his stupid peacock assistant, Mayra.

Dick Grayson @AFlyingGrayson

@FashionInGotham @BestTodd @CainYouBelieve @ FashionInGotham WHAT?! Paris has heroes??

Wayne’s Angel @FasionInGotham

@FashionInGotham @BestTodd @CainYouBelieve @ FashionInGotham @AFlyingGrayson Oh yeah, I forgot that the mayor was trying to keep it a secret from the rest of the world #MyB But yeah Ladybug and Chat Noir have been there the longest but there’s also Abeille, Viperion, Ryuko, Pegasus, King Monkey, Bunnyx, and Badulf

Chloe raised an eyebrow at her friend as she saw the tweet thread that was quickly going viral, “You realize my dad is going to flip about this.”

“He deserves it,” Adrian pipped up from where he was painstakingly painting Kagami’s nails a deep burgundy.

The other teen heroes hummed in agreement as Chloe huffed.

“Well Yeah, but I was hoping to do it with a little extra flair than a twitter thread.”

Alix snorted as she finished up Kim’s banana yellow toes, drawing a crude smiley face on his big toe with bright blue, “She’s dating the youngest kid of the most influential family in the world and has like 100 million followers. Plus she called Hawkmoth a little bitch and it already has 90k likes. I call that flair.”

It was a surprise when Nathanial had had his freak out during his second battle, against a Crimson Peacock event no less, and had called her Lady Marinette in front of the other temporary heroes, but had lead to many nights like the one they were having now. Onesies of each other’s heroes’ identities donned as they lounged around Chloe’s room, simply enjoying each other’s company after a long patrol. Chloe and Adrian had demanded they have a spa night, which is why everyone was either giving or receiving mani-pedis while they waited for their face masks to finish. It was nice, to have so much support outside of the masks, especially as they entered their final year in Lychee.

Marinette rolled her eyes, “It’s only 98 million, Alix, and plus I figured four months after I made this account was long enough to make the slip up seem genuine. We need to catch Hawkmoth soon, or else this entire mess will get a lot more complex.”

They all frowned as they realized the truth behind her words. They were all facing hard decisions if they couldn’t pin the man down, not like they hadn’t already sacrificed so much to continue the battle. Max had already turned down graduating early and a full ride to MIT, citing his desire to graduate with his friends before moving across the globe. Luka had been invited to tour with Jagged, only to politely decline, telling the pouting rockstar that he wanted to do some soul finding first. Kim had given up a summer training camp with the French Olympic team. Alix had given up going on an expedition with her dad and brother, missing out on the chance to explore the dunes of Egypt. Marinette had turned down three internships at this point, one from Audrey Bourgeois, One from Raven Baxter, and lastly and most devastatingly, one from Edna Mode.

They needed to end this, before the overwhelming feeling of their futures slipping right between their fingers got them akumatized.

Tim Drake Offical @TJDrake

Seeing the demon spawn panic when he realized @FasionInGotham isn’t any safer from maniacs in Paris then she is in Gotham is strangely endearing and vaguely terrifying #whyismyfamilylikethis

Duke of Hazard @DoneWithTheRich

@TJDrake Like you and Barb aren’t frantically searching for anything you can find on the Miraculous Team and these weird-ass butterfly dude.

Call me Cass @CainYouBelieve

@TJDrake @DoneWithTheRich Bugout.com, It’s in French but informative.

Tim Drake Offical @TJDrake

@TJDrake @DoneWithTheRich @CainYouBelieve How did you find this before Barbs and me????

Call me Cass @CainYouBelieve

@TJDrake @DoneWithTheRich @CainYouBelieve @TJDrake Alfred.

The news swept up the story in an instant and suddenly the whole world was demanding to know what the Parisian Mayor had been thinking and why the Justice League hadn’t been involved.

It wasn’t long until the entire Miraculous Team was seated in front of the Louvre. Countless new agencies from around the world were present, eager to hear the story of the sickeningly young-looking heroes, but the one video that received the most views was the shaky camera videos that were uploaded to Marinette’s Twitter, as they shortened the two-hour-long Press conference into manageable clips that highlighted the most important points.

Wayne’s Angel @FasionInGotham

Full Lineup, Damn. Haven’t seen that since the last time we had a Scarlet Moth incident. For those who need context, this is like seeing the entire founding Justice League together to us Parisians.

The clip attached showed A panning shot as they introduced all of the heroes. Ladybug and Chat Noir sat in the center of the long table flanked by Vipirion, plucking his lyre absentmindedly, Abeille, glaring down her nose at the reporters, a beaming King Monkey waving excitedly, and an eerie serious Bunnyx sitting as still as a statue to their right, on their left was fierce-looking Ryuko looking ready to slice anyone who got too close, the calculating Pegasus, mumbling under his breath, and lastly the timid Badulf, struggling to keep his red bangs out of his eyes.

Wayne’s Angel @FasionInGotham

LMAO RYUKO #DRAGONQUEENSLAY

Don’t question Paris’ Heroes like that, they’re feisty.

The clip showed a British reporter demanding to know why the heroes hadn’t contacted the Justice League previously to gain their assistance in taking down the dangerous threat that was Hawkmoth.

You could Ladybug’s eye twitch at the condescending question, but before she could answer Ryuko leaned forward to the mic situated in front of her with a glint in her eyes.

“I apologize for my English,” She started, “I am not as versed in the language as some of my teammates. To answer your question on why we haven’t had the League’s help is because Green Lantern is a fuck.”

Silence filled the gathering before Chat, King Money and Bunnyx burst into giggles, the rest of the heroes struggling to keep a straight face. The media was staring at them dumbfounded until Ladybug finally leaned forward.

“I’m sorry for the outburst,” She started, lips still trying to twitch upwards, “But as Ryuko said we did ask for help. About five months into our heroship Chat and I received an answer from the League after trying for three months to contact them. The ‘help’ came in the form of Green Lantern coming and assessing the situation. Unfortunately for us, Hawkmoth is smart and when the neon green monstrosity of a hero flew in he laid low instead of attacking when a Leaguer was present. Without an attack and no physical damage present as one of my powers allows me to restore all damage done to Paris or its citizens, He decided we were powered children that were trying to get in the spotlight.”

“Getting lectured on wasting the League’s time and resources before he flew off really put a damper on us asking again,” Chat added in, toxic green eyes narrowed and laser-focused on the reporter, “So we handled it ourselves, gaining our own allies as we needed them. But please continue telling us how the League could have helped sooner if only we had asked for help.”

Clip after clip, ten of them total were uploaded into the thread. Explaining the worst battle the heroes had ever faced, the strength of their enemy, what the villain and his assistance could and would do, the worst attacks, the easiest wins, the ways that Ladybug and Chat chose their allies, but the last two clips seemed to get the largest reaction out of the audience, both at the press conference and the internet.

Wayne’s Angel @FashionInGotham

Not gonna lie, seeing my tormentors get put on blast by all of the Heroes is very vindictive #IsthatMean? #MaybeSo

“You’ve seemed to have shifted your support away from one local blog, to another over any official news agency,” One of the nicer reporters at the events said, “Is there a particular reason? And why the sudden shift two years ago?”

Chat’s face was strangely pinched, “Oh you mean why we switched from giving exclusives to the LadyBlog to BugOut? It’s quite simple. We go to the news sources we trust to take the information we are willing to give without worrying about ratings as their top priority. We tried going to Nadja Chamack at first, the local news anchor that we all hold a great deal of respect for, but the producers threatened her to get a ‘highly-rated’ interview. It led to her asking questions Ladybug and I thought were counterproductive to the reason we were invited to the interview and was trying to turn us into celebrities instead of allowing us to do the jobs we needed to. It was a similar reason we stopped going to Alya Cesaire, the Ladyblog editor.”

Ladybug took over here, “Miss Cesaire has the ability to be a very good journalist, but as her blog grew in popularity, so did her need for highly viewed content, this caused her to not only start posting more rumors and speculation than anything we’ve ever said but also to stop fact-checking with us things she heard. Even after talking to her about removing the content that was blatantly untrue and was told no due to the high ratings it had received we realized that we simply couldn’t work with her anymore.”

Abeille piped up in a low regal voice that was dripping with venom, “It really didn’t help that when we started interviewing with Aurora Beaureal from BugOut, shortly after my introduction, Miss Cesaire began a smear campaign against her, claiming she was faking her sources and videos publicly on her blog. Luckily we were able to shut that down quickly enough but it didn’t stop Miss. Cesaire from running into battle to distract us, and frankly, harass us for answers even after we told her no. It’s lead to more than one incident where she, other civilians, and even ourselves have been hurt.”

“Either way,” Chat took over again, “We want to support local news sources but only when they are willing to listen to our boundaries and work with us instead of trying to push issues.”

“Does that mean that info we found on the Ladyblog is not to be believed?” Another reporter called out.

“I would take anything after the first post about Lila Rossi with a grain of salt,” Ladybug said, only for King Monkey to snort and lean towards the mic.

“Yeah and if Lila Rossi is mentioned at all in the post just assume everything in that post is fake. Miss. Rossi is a known liar and problem for us.”

“Can you give us an example?”

Ladybug sighed before explaining, “The first time I heard of Miss. Rossi was an interview on the Ladyblog of her claiming to be my best friend. Now I very much value the secrecy I and my team have created for ourselves because it protects our friends and families, but even a lie about knowing me in such a public setting is dangerous because Hawkmoth and Mayra have proven that they aren’t above underhanded tactics to try and get the upper hand in our fights. I went looking for the girl to explain why she can’t say such things for her own safety, only to find her telling a boy that she possessed the Fox Miraculous in a public park. I will admit I called her out in a way that wasn’t very nice but either claim was enough to put her in danger, but both were painting a target on her back and it scared me that someone would do something to impress a boy. After that, she was akumatized for the first time and since then it has gotten even worse despite me apologizing the second I cured the Akuma. Some of her lies are enough to count as Slander if any of the celebrities she lied about knowing saw the posts, but no amount of persuasion seems to get her to stop.”

Wayne’s Angel @FasioninGotham

Watching their powers without the looming threat of an Akuma/Amok is a blessing. They look so cool! #Love #Miraculous

The clip started with the heroes standing in front of the table, grouped differently than before. Off to one side King Monkey, Viperion and Bunnyx stood, Viperion holding a microphone.

“While we would love to an demonstrate our powers as requested,” He explained, “Our powers are not really good for demonstrations. Mine is known as Second Chance.”

He raised his hand and pulled the slider across his bracelet as he named it, a flash of pale teal light admitting from it, “When activated like I just did, it allows me to return to the point of activation at any time before I detransform in fifteen minutes as many times as I wish with only myself remembering the previous changes I have made.”

Without even acknowledging the startled whispers from the crowd, he handed the microphone to King Monkey, who offered a cheeky smile.

“So my power is called Uproar. It allows me to create a toy-like object that when it comes into contact with someone causes all of their abilities to malfunction.”

He goes to pull his staff from where it was strapped to his back only for Vipirion to stop him. A silent exchange passed between the pair before the taller hero nodded and handed the microphone off to Bunnyx.

“Viperion and I have a similar reason for our powers being hard to show off, only his is a little more versatile,” She started in a voice devoid of any emotion, swinging her pocket watch slightly, “I have the power Burrow. It allows me, and anyone I chose to take with me, access to a pocket dimension where I can travel to any point in time or space that I chose, past, present, or future. While you might see me fight during any battle I can make it to, my power is a last-ditch effort, as I would have to travel back in time to change the past if I do this assume the future is unsavable.”

The hush that falls over the crowd was quickly broken by Ryuko tapping her group’s microphone to draw attention to the opposite side of the stage where she stood with Abeille, Badulf, Pegasus, Chat, and Ladybug.

“I believe it’s best to not dwell on any one of our powers,” She told them, “Our powers are scary and knowing that they can be taken from us at any time and used for nefarious purposes keep all of us up at night, but we ask you to trust us to use them only for good.”

She waited a moment for the crowd o calm down before giving her own explanation, “My ability is known as the Three Dragons, the Water Dragon, the Wind Dragon, and the Lightning Dragon.”

She handed off the microphone to Pegasus, before calling forth the Wind Dragon and bursting into a group of clouds that swiftly blew around the stage before traveling over to the Louvre Pyramid and watching as the heroine reformed at the top, offering a small wave before the call for Water Dragon could be heard and a large dome of water formed over the entire courtyard.

Before she could call for her last form the snake hero grabbed the microphone, “Lightning Dragon is a bad idea, Ryuko.”

The heroine didn’t even question him, instead, vaulting off of the pyramid, the crowed gasped only for her to effortlessly land next to Bunnyx in a crouch, brushing herself off as she rose and turned her gaze to the horse miraculous user, who quickly explained his power before calling forth Voyage.

His cry caused blue light to circle his arm and he sent it towards the top of the still-present water dome, with a controlled flick of his arm.

The heroes didn’t even blink as the crowd filled with cries as the Eiffel Tower fell through the portal, Ladybug’s yoyo whipping out to direct it’s decent, the entire courtyard shaking as the 10k ton structure landed.

“I’m up next!” Chat called out with a large grin, while the reporters didn’t seem to know if they should pay attention to the moved monument or the hero. His explanation was short since they were many videos of him using it but that didn’t stop the international reporters from screaming as Cataclysm swirled around his hand eating away at the Eiffel Tower, leaving a pile of rust in the crater

“Is-Is this much property damage necessary?”

Abeille shrugged, “No, but once we get to Ladybug, it’ll make more sense. Either way my turn.”

An unpleasant chill went up the world’s spine as she demonstrated how she could freeze all voluntary movement of her target on Chat Noir, who was still as a statue the second her stinger touched him.

Ladybug quickly took the mic and began explaining her powers. The world watched in amazement at her pulling a red and black spotted camera from thin air before she launched it into the air with a cheer of “Miraculous Ladybug!”

Suddenly a glowing swarm of ladybugs formed and tore through the air, covering Chat Noir, releasing from Venom, before healing the crater and rust from nearby, dissolving the water dome in the same instance.

If there hadn’t been so many people present the world wouldn’t have believed that so much damage was just repaired in the span of ten seconds, but staring at the unimpressed Parisians around them the world finally seemed to grasp the reality of the situation.

These children were past what one would even expect from metas, from aliens and superhumans like they had seen around the world already. These were heroes that were harnessing the very forces that made up the universe and fighting them at the same time. Bunnyx wasn’t exaggerating when she mentioned that sometimes there would be apocalyptic endings to their fights.

Instead of letting the knowledge stew Badulf step forwarded, twisting the microphone as he explained his power of illusions for the reporters.

With a short tune on his flute suddenly the group of heroes was gone, All that remained was a Sign thanking them all for coming. Even after the illusion faded the heroes were nowhere to be found, having used the final demonstration as the perfect cover to sneak away so that no one could follow them.

Wayne’s Angel @FasionInGotham

I must say I was not expecting such an outpour of love for all of Our heroes but damn am I pleased by it. Ladybug is our big name but the others are honestly way underloved in Paris, especially Chat who’s been there since the beginning. #MiraculousTeam

Quick Poll Who’s your favorite, everyone? Mine’s Chat Noir

Ryuko (19%)

Abeille (12%)

Ladybug (14%)

Bunnyx (8%)

Viperion (12%)

Chat Noir (15%)

Pegasus (5%)

King Monkey (5%)

Badulf (10%)

Call me Cass @CainYouBelieve

@FashionInGotham I like Badulf, he’s the newest correct?

Wayne’s Angel @FashionInGotham

@FashionInGotham @CainYouBelieve Yup! He’s only been around for four months, but he’s a pretty great fox!

Tim Drake Official @TJDrake

Fun Fact: I just heard Alfred swear for the first time while watching the press conference and it was to call Hawkmoth and Mayra an arsehole FLOB and his fucking Slag.

Never been more terrified,

Based on the faces around me neither has any of the other Waynes #AlfredisTerrifying

Wayne’s Angel @FashionInGotham

Why am I the go to person for everything Mircualous Team? BugOut.com is a great source if you want more info.

Still Queen Bee @BuzzBuzz

@FashionInGotham Probably cause you're most famous Parsian? Or cause you were a miraculous user once?

Jason Todd Lives@BestTodd

@FashionInGotham @BuzzBuzz IM SORRY?? DID YOU JUST SAY MARIGOLD HAD ONE OF THOSE MAGIC FUCKING GEMS???

Wayne's Angel @FasionInGotham

@FashionInGotham @BuzzBuzz @BestTodd That didn't come up in the conference did it? A few of the old users of miraculous got outed as heros so LB doesn't call on them anymore, but keeps tabs on them since HM and Mayra will try and emotionally malipulate them into getting akumatized. A few of us bonded over it.

Still Queen Bee @BuzzBuzz

@FashionInGotham @BuzzBuzz @BestTodd @FashionInGotham Its common knowledge in Paris, Mari, me and our other friend @NotaModel all had miraculous at one point, but HawkBitch found out so we can't ever use a miraculous again sadly. I had the Bee, Mari had the Mouse and Ari had the Snake

Dick Grayson @AFlyingGrayson

Why is Damian staring at a wall and not responding? What broke him? #Help???

Dick Grayson @AFlyingGrayson

@AFlyingGrayson Nevermind #HecouldnthaveanormalGF? #HolyShitMari

Wayne's Angel @FasionInGotham

So I can no longer say I've never seen a Bat before, just saw Signal and Red Robin, I think???

Gonna be real tho, I was expecting to see them in Gotham, NOT PARIS #wtf #Whyaretheyhere????

Marinette had barely sent the tweet before her phone was ringing.

"Are you being serious?" Adrian asked, in lieu of a greeting, "At least two of the Batfam is here?"

"Yeah," She whispered a bit numbly, eyes still focused on the roof she had watched them disappear from mere moments ago. It was far enough away that if she had been a normal human she wouldn't have heard them, but she wasn't a normal human, "Hey Adrian, Don't tell the team what I'm about to say, okay?"

"Are you okay, bugaboo?"

"Questionable," She didn't even bother rebuking the nickname, "I think I might be dating a Bat."

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jiminfms · 4 years ago

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* hi , my name’s tee and this ain’t a waist trainer bitch , this a back brace i got scoliosis . 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 , 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐬 ( finally ) ! i prefer either feminine or non - binary pronouns , and i reside in the est time zone ! it has taken me so long to formally write and i highkey hate it because i lost muse for my queen miss giavanna , so i decided to bring another muse instead of leaving because honestly ... i love ya’ll 🥺 . the way i love miss jennie kim is more than i wanna admit , so let me introduce you guys to the tiny ball of aggression that is jimin jung !

omg ! i was walking yonge street downtown , and you’ll never guess who i saw . jimin jung ! i just saw a post about them on sixsecrets ! i think it said something like ' jimin jung physically restrained by security guards following a verbal argument with fellow customer at drake one fifty ! ' . isn’t that wild ? i guess it makes sense though , since they’re apparently antagonistic and bellicose . but i’ve heard they’re also sultry and voguish ! i’ll just stick to giving them the benefit of the doubt . i mean , it’s not like i know them personally — they’re a famous singer / songwriter and model ! you know , i’ve actually heard rumors that redacted , but they’re just rumors … i think . i dunno . if you happen to run into them , tell them i’m their biggest fan !

FULL NAME : jung jimin .

NICKNAME(S) : n/a .

AGE + DATE OF BIRTH : 24 + june 10th , 1996 .

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN : gemini .

MEYERS - BRIGGS PERSONALITY TYPE : entj .

MORAL ALIGNMENT : chaotic neutral .

GENDER + PRONOUNS : cis female + she / her / hers .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic .

PLACE OF BIRTH : kensington , london , england .

PLACE OF RESIDENCE : toronto , ontario , canada ( specifically , in the neighborhood of forest hill ) .

OCCUPATION : singer / songwriter and model .

VOICECLAIM : dua lipa .

NATIONALITY : british - korean .

ETHNICITY : korean .

LANGUAGES SPOKEN : english , korean , and japanese .

i. prosopography .

jimin’s story begins with the fateful meeting of her parents , kim seo - yeon and jung do - young , on a cold winter’s day . they found themselves at the tender ages of 20 and 22 , attending a boring christmas gala with their parents when they would have preferred to do anything else in the world . seo - yeon was a women who knew what she wanted the moment her eyes landed upon it , so when she made brief eye contact with do - young , she purposefully spilled a glass of champagne onto his expensive tom ford suit and made a big deal of it . this sparked their whirlwind romance , and six months later they found themselves announcing their engagement to korean media outlets .

despite how quickly they were engaged , their parents saw this as mutually beneficial . seo - yeon is the youngest daughter of the wealthy kim family , owners of the kq group conglomerate that was worth billions in its own right . do - young was the only child of his parents , and came from park family lineage where their hotels and resorts were the cause of their fortune . the families were soon to be one , and the couple was the chaebol heirs that others envied . following their lavish wedding , seo - yeon and do - young decided that they were going to head off to london to make a life for themselves . so , they transferred to oxford university , finished their schooling , and shortly after seo - yeon’s graduation from the financial economics program , the couple discovered that they were expecting .

it was a sticky summer day when seo - yeon unexpectedly gave birth to their daughter , who decided not to allow her parents time to get to the hospital . jimin was born in the bathtub of her parents’ luxury bathroom , and right into the arms of her slightly panicked but overjoyed father . from the time that she was a toddler , araminta was a very precocious child , picking up on skills quite quickly and speaking in few short sentences by the time she was eleven months old . as she grew older , jimin’s parents remained hands on despite their busy schedules , and decided that they would see what their daughter would have the most interest in . when she was four , her parents began piano lessons , and it was evident that she had a natural gift for the instrument .

life for jimin had always been comfortable , but she didn’t want to take the usual route , or what was expected of her . she had always been interested in music , so she she originally started with taking dance classes . she trained in all forms of dance in order to be well rounded , and she initially had dreams of becoming a backup dancer , but when she was playing around and decided to make a video singing a song that she had written all on her own , jimin became an overnight sensation . her song , hotter than hell , blew up almost instantly and she was signed to warner music group .

i’ve written enough VCJNXVBHCV but her career has followed the timeline of dua’s , although it’s slightly off by maybe the month or the year . she has won a total of forty - two awards in her career , including two grammy awards and three brit awards . although miss dua got a lil clowned for her dancing at one point , i must say that jimin is quite the performer , and definitely makes use of the stages by recreating music videos or simply giving the audience an experience . she has not released future nostalgia as of yet , but it’s what she’s currently working towards ! through her career , she is known by her mononym jimin !

ii. temperament .

jimin is a real bitch , but she doesn’t go out of her way to ‘ out bitch ’ someone because she finds it to be kinda dumb . she’s primarily looking to have fun , and no one is about to be bitchy around her without getting snatched up .

she parties like she just turned twenty - one and dares someone to say something about it ! invite her to the club and she’s coming without a second thought . she’s the friend who will make plans and will get a little sad when people cancel on her , but she’s still going to find a way to enjoy herself .

does not take authority seriously and she can be seen making a jerking off motion whenever someone kisses up to those of authority . talks shit , but backs it up because if you’re bold enough to talk shit you might get hit , right ?

she’s a sultry bitch and she loves it . give her the chance and she’ll flirt with a tree , she’ll flirt with a plant , and she might flirt with your significant other . she can get kinda lewd and will say something really off - beat , and honestly shut her up if you do .

the epitome of a gen - z / millennial line straddler as she can’t walk past a mirror without taking pictures of herself . sickeningly vain as she takes pictures at any chance she can like after getting her hair and makeup done or even when she’s out and about shopping .

iii. headcanons .

jimin is quite chaotic and she does not hold back from it ! she’s a pot stirrer , and she’ll watch everything unfold as if she wasn’t the one to start the problems in the first place . not afraid to spread a rumor or putting a trolling instagram comment on one of her posts on blast . she likes to be petty , but she can back it up ( but it’s NOT fat enough 😔 ) .

her style is vastly different than what’s expected . on stage , i would think her style is something akin to kpop stage outfits , but not necessarily as tame . she’s not afraid to show skin so there’s a lot of embellished leotards and heels , dramatic eye makeup and perfectly styled hair . off stage , she likes a relaxed but high - end style . lots of denim , lots of black , loves oversized pieces , but she loves to follow trends where she can .

loves to yoga , pilates , and anything else that doesn’t involve having to go to an actual gym . she especially love aerial yoga as it keeps her flexible as a dancer .

miss jennie didn’t let us enjoy it long enough , but jimin’s hair is canon to jennie’s blonde pieces ! she’ll switch up the color every so often with temporary dyes , but other than that , it’s usually always blonde !

she doesn’t drink st*rbucks so don’t ask her to go , and she especially doesn’t go because she likes very simple coffee drinks .

iv. wanted connections .

give me everything , please ! i’d love some of the basics like former friends , best friends , industry rivals , friends with benefits , confidant(s) , frenemies , good / bad influences , one night stand(s) , enemies with benefits , or a current or ex fling !

because i love my women loving women , hand over the ex girlfriend ! in my head i’m thinking that they were a really happy couple and they were really good to one another , but they drifted apart . they remain good friends and people probably think there’s still feelings because they can be rather touchy feely with one another ( 👀 ) .

ifykyk .... but i love angst ! i love to have my heart ripped right out of my chest so give me angst in any form : angsty friends , exes , anything !

a couple who are stuck in a limbo ! they have yet to make it past the point of friends , wondering if they’re just a hookup to one another would there could potentially be more . they probably fight a lot because of those underlying feelings , but it could be interesting to explore either way !

give me enemies ! and not for fake but two people who genuinely dislike one another . it’s not surprising for jimin to not get along with a lot of people considering the fact that she’s not ... the nicest , and i’m not entirely sure as to why they’d dislike each other , but it could be so much thank u KFJDFDS .

give me the heartbreak that still lingers i will sell you my SOUL . maybe their relationship was good , or it was a mess KNFJD , but but when they broke up they haven’t fully gotten over it yet ? probably a lot of lingering looks , and giving compliments but they’re kinda awkward because they don’t know how to approach each other sometimes .

#sixhqintro #blog is on dashboard for now while editing !#also this is really long pls don't pelt me with eggs NVJCBHVXC #i did it ya'll KNFJBHD

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kimyoonmiauthor · 4 years ago

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Types of Cultural Dissemination for Laymen

If you won’t bother reading the profile, and the previous posts, I’m going to introduce myself again. I’m an anthropology major, and short of Calc I for my degree. (which I’m miserably failing and I don’t need). For my BA I focused mainly on systems (racism, sexism, etc), but my true interest is in media exchange with systems. i.e. trade of things like movies, books, and seeing how they are interpreted in the country of origin v. internationally and how they might be reinterpreted, etc with a focus on say... gay people. So say, how Sailor Moon views gay couples and how they are represented versus how say, Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus were made cousins for the sub and why that might have changed for the DVDs. No one was interested in something like this though, since we’re still stuck with Eurocentricism, even though I did a paper for my high school’s senior thesis back in 1999. (It’s been a long road) As such, I know the internet loves, loves to confuse cultural dissemination terms up, and make it super simple, but it isn’t. And last round of me doing this essay had it stolen, so, in respect to that, I’m going to be giving my profs credit for their ideas, so if it does get stolen (again), at least SOMEONE will get credit. (maybe, hopefully). So I tip my hat off to:

Wendy Fonarow for the basic analogy of the house for imperialism.

Also Eric Johnston for the physical Anthropology parts of the article.

Lilith Mahmud for having an awesome class on systems and power struggles.

Jerry Won Lee for being really good at talking about Korean history and its relations with the US.

Eleana Kim for doing studies on Korean adoptees and economics of that.

And James Egan for teaching about Economics and various types of reciprocity and exchanges. (He’d also credit Marcel Mauss’s work on reciprocity.)

I ask, if you don’t credit me for this, you at least keep in their credits. Though it’s pretty much a terrible move to appropriate an essay on the subject of appropriation in the first place. Also, any mistakes made aren’t their fault since I compiled this myself. I apologize to them ahead of time if this is the case. But please please keep the credits. If this essay is so good, to be stolen, at least have respect for them.

Basic terms:

Cultural Dissemination is the spreading of culture to one place to another either by mutual, imposed or invited consent.

There is an essay (which I know my professors would chase me after to cite... but I disagree) about how Nationhood is more recent, so ideas of “imperialism” and “appropriation” are more problematic for time periods roughly before the 1400′s (probably a mistake on the dates). But I’m still a bit skeptical about it being so widely accepted since there’s historical evidence for the idea of sacrificing yourself to the state going way back in human history (They would point to the rise of agriculture, mainly) and the essay is widely Eurocentric with no one questioning this fact. So while we don’t have specific dates for the following things, I’m going to probably simplify it in ways my professors are going to hate me for and mark me down for. But then this isn’t a paper for them. Types of Cultural Dissemination

Cultural Exchange- basically, this is your trade. Someone comes up with a cultural good, you share it with them, and you think it’s a great idea, so take it back and keep it as it is and then give them something in return. Trade, BTW, goes back to Homo Erectus, so humans didn’t invent it. There is evidence in a Chinese cave of rocks from Africa (yes, I know that Africa isn’t a country, but it also got sliced and diced to smithereens, so in respect to that, that’s why I say Africa, the continent) that must have followed a trade route. Granted there is debate whether it was someone traveling from Africa specifically to that location or if it traveled more slowly by local trade. (Credit to Johnston for this). The idea that Homo sapiens sapiens invented trade, and specifically Europeans is pretty ridiculous. We’ve always traded from the beginning.

Cultural Adaptation (as a sub category of Exchange)- If something exchanged is adapted to the country in its own unique way because of exchange over a long period of time, that’s Cultural adaptation of the object. And no, I’m not saying cultures get “better” with this term. There is no such thing, they change, but the needs from that object when embedded into a culture might need to change. So chopsticks and how they are used is slightly different from China, Korea, Mongolia and Japan, so since they became a part of how to eat food, their design is different. (There are youtube videos on why, etc) Cultural Sharing or Cultural Invitation- is one way. (Cultural sharing is used more than cultural invitation, but I think Cultural invitation is more precise). I invite you to learn about how I do things and participate. Like learning how to make kimchi or soy sauce. But I also expect that once you have this knowledge, you won’t backstab me later after all of that emotional labor put in. Cultural Appreciation- Look, don’t touch. Basically the museum model. You don’t try to steal the painting off the wall and then take it home and claim you painted it. You look at how its curated and appreciate it for where it is (Yes, I know about museums appropriating objects... we’ll get there.)

Fetishization of a culture- Basically having a crush on a culture without understanding and accepting the downsides of the culture. Accepting means you can’t change what’s wrong, but can enable people within that culture to change it if they want to. (How to do charity is another essay, though). For example, K-drama fans who weren’t Korean were not appreciative of Greatest Marriage, the drama, because it showed the underbelly of Single Motherhood in Korean society and they rallied against it and judged Korea directly for it, rather than taking a balanced approach to it.

Cultural Appropriation

- Stealing. If people made the word stealing, I think they’d understand it better. There are three basic conditions for this and exacerbation points. It’s not clear cut in some cases. (I’ll get to those) BTW, some would also argue can’t exist before the nationstate... as I said I’m iffy on that considering the history of China which predates most of Europe.... but later.

The three main points are:

History of Imperialization (exacerbation of making it worse)

Mockery of cultural items (or history thereof)

Taking of Sacred objects without invitation of participation or any understanding.

Imperialism -

Basically forcing “help” along the way by imposing one’s culture on another with total disregard for what’s there. (for the context of this essay, though my professors would chase me for simplifying it this way.) Not sorry. Also argued, you need the nation state for this, but I have a whole other essay for why Europe tried to colonize and imperialize the world. Imperializing, though, initially profitable ran out of steam once they came to the Pacific, though no doubt they did a ton of destruction, including the US causing a nuclear disaster in the area. (The irony that the US dropped more nuclear bombs than anyone and has one of the largest programs, yet regulates others is an example of nationalism and imperialism all in one neat package). This one goes to Egan, BTW. People have meltdowns over these things and mix them up, but I put it in a simple way for you. All of these have basic forms of human rules worldwide of emotional intelligence, consent, boundaries, love and respect. What you are willing to share or not share and how, on an individual level should be understandable to everyone. Those rules might change per culture or individual, but it’s basic human intelligence to respect boundaries. And this type of intelligence is taught in kindergarten worldwide (and believe me I’ve watched a lot of those videos--most kindergartens teach emotional intelligence). Got it?

The idea that sharing, appreciation, appropriation, and adaptation are the exact same thing is ridiculous. So let’s get into why this is different since some people forgot their lessons from kindergarten. But let’s get to the next section. An Analogy to break it all down. The initial analogy handed to me was that often White Europeans would go to a different tribe and then try to get them to sell a different tribe’s lands. (Africa and North America and Australia and New Zealand apply here) which is like someone going to your neighbor’s house and offering a bunch of cash for your house, writing up a deed of sale, and then claiming that your house is there’s. This is Wendy Fonarow’s analogy.

What I did, since I got annoyed with how people couldn’t personalize it and thought that say killing 80,000 people isn’t as bad as someone they know dying, was when I was in a doctor’s office, think about how to break it down, since my analogy of the museums and paintings wasn’t working for a group I was talking to about appropriation, and how to extend that to a larger sample. I wrote that essay, posted it, it got stolen (the irony isn’t lost on me), but I’ve improve it since because I’m a fan of extended analogies. In the positive reciprocity model, as James Egan would put it, you give hoping for something close to an equal exchange. But often money is the cut off point for this. This is called “Balanced reciprocity”. (There is also generalized reciprocity and negative reciprocity).

So I’ll go over the set up for the balanced reciprocity models with two families for the terms except fetishization, appropriation and imperialism.

Say, Person X is invited to Person Y’s house. This would be sharing. They have dinner, there, they really like the food. If they look at the art and like it, then that’s appreciation. They looked, but didn’t touch it. Now, say, Person X invites Person Y to their house. They also serve them dinner, then that becomes an exchange. Person Y comes to admire a painting of theirs

Say Person X goes to build a family and Person Y does too. They become the best of friends, and over time, Person X is like, “You know what, I want to give you the painting you so like.” And then Person Y said, “And I’d like to give you the painting you so like.” So they trade the paintings and talk about their history and meaning to them. So for generations both families keep the paintings and keep in contact, but the paintings, as they do, get damaged beyond repair, and being sad, one of the family members tries to recreate the paintings, not as an exact replica, but more like a tribute to it with their own interpretations of what has happened so far. This becomes adaptation. So let’s go over the negative models in analogy. You have Person A, and they really, really think that Person B does not deserve the house they are living in. I mean, look at all that gold. And they’ve heard there is a fountain of youth inside. And they look dirty all the time. Plus they have a beautiful garden they want. Person A, then goes to Person C, Person B’s neighbor and says, “You know what, I’ll give you a bunch of goods and money to sell Person B out.”

Person C has always hated Person B, and Person A knows it, so Person C writes up a house sale slip, even though it’s fake. Person A, living in a different county currently is able to file the house sale. They break into the house, steal the food, wreck the garden, and say the upper floors are all for them. Person B finds out and is devastated, but can’t get the house sale overturned because they have no jurisdiction there. They work from home, but now Person A says they own their transportation too.

Person A starts telling them how terrible they really are. “You’re dirty, you’re angry, and you’re violent.” when Person A was the one that broke into person B’s house. What’s more, Person A moves their family in, who also trash the house and starts claiming that the alter that Person B set up was invented by them and they built it. Then claim all of the clothes are also theirs because they bought it with the house. Person B can’t get the law to kick these people out. How are they less than A? How are they violent? They try to resist, but get taunted and jeered at, but Person A’s family tells them, they can live in the basement--if they want.

Person B’s family has no recourse and no money to recover the house or move--besides, this house was in their family for generations--it means a ton to them. They remember when their great grandfather planted that apple tree which he brought to the property by a tiny sapling. They live in the basement, hoping things will change.

Things don’t change. Person A starts telling Person B’s family, they own the house, and another generation rolls by. Person B’s family is fighting for the house, but law enforcement is ignoring them.

Person A starts saying that the clothes that Person B owned were their invention. That they can do as they like, but Person B needs to adapt to Person A’s way of life, otherwise, they’ll cut off their food supply, and water to the basement, though Person B barely gets either of those. Person A’s family starts selling the unique designs of Person B’s home business and Person B finds out once again, they can’t sue, but they are upset about it. What’s more, they find out that the items from the alter are being sold. So far, it’s imperialism. So, say Person A’s family after generations goes, “You know what? Our bad. You’ll still have to live in the basement, but now we think we kinda like you enough to let you guys have jobs, even though you’re lazy all this time and we can’t understand why you couldn’t make any money.”

Someone from Person A’s family, let’s say Becky, thinks of the poor people living in the basement and starts calling them a great culture that people should appreciate. But when Person B’s family complains about the generational hate they received from Person A’s family and how much that hurt their present conditions because they don’t get heat in the basement, food or water, and they have to fight each other, Becky won’t hear about it. Becky cares more about what clothes are Person B’s family creating now that they can sell to her. She cares about more what types of entertainment they watch. She doesn’t want to hear about how they have barely any food or water and have to live by her family’s terms. Because her family is good and righteous and besides, it was her great grandfather that stole the house and where is Person A’s family supposed to live anyway? Back at Person A’s original house? Unthinkable. The old house didn’t have the garden, the clothes, or Person B’s established business. This is fetishization. If you have no interest in understanding why or who the people are in full breath and their joys and sorrows, it is a total misunderstanding of the culture. Basic rules of consent, boundaries, love and respect apply to large groups of people as it does to individuals. Also, punching people while telling them how great they are, is generally a terrible idea. The fancy jargon doesn’t change that. You don’t go and wreck people’s temples and think you’re a great person. You don’t steal their stuff. And you don’t buy their goods only and think you know everything about them. Anthropology teaches you to ask respectful questions and listen and dive deep. That’s respect. Something if you forgot, Mr. Rogers taught on his TV show. Where appropriation gets tricky

The easiest one is dread locks. The history of dread locks is that they started in Africa, traveled and were shared/traded with West Asians (Jews, for example,) then traveled to India. Some say they started in India. You can read the history here: http://ragingrootsstudio.com/the-history-of-dreadlocks/

So then it strongly got associated with black people, but really, it’s a giant circle. The problem lies in the face that white people (despite white people also wearing them in history) often call dreadlocks “dirty” and “unkempt”. (This is why I instill the rule of if you’re going to judge others, look at yourself first). So this is where it gets tricky... There is also sideways appropriation. Say when Koreans take reggae music, and then say they like it because they relate to the struggles of Jamaicans. (This one makes me squirm personally) Koreans have no understanding of the music dynamics of reggae music, how it relates to the culture, and are appropriating a struggle of slavery that isn’t theirs. At the same time as absorbing Hollywood movies which contain anti-blackness (like the N-word, gangs, etc). But technically, Korea has never imperialized Africa. (There is some history in Joseon and the earlier kingdoms where they cooperated, but you really have to dig to find it). For me, it makes me uneasy... but it’s this wobbly line since there are equally black people into K-pop music that have no intention of learning anything about the culture. (Two wrongs don’t make a right... but still iffy around the corners.)

Then there are the politics with diaspora with some countries too, where say, a Native Japanese says they are “real” Japanese and have NO problem with say a tea ceremony, (even if the details are done wrong), because the country is pushing towards tourism to generate profits, and then the diaspora saying “You’re backstabbing us because you don’t go through a third of the prejudice that we went through” (In this case the internment camps). Because people don’t all think the same. And if native Japanese saw the rise and fall of diaspora businesses, they probably wouldn’t be backstabbing about fetishization. (BTW, this also goes for Korea, which I’m pretty much railing against them trying to push tourism so much because I’ve seen the cost of cultural fads. Chinatowns are looking pretty nasty these days for a reason. And fetishization can easily turn to hate in the next breath and devastate economies.) And then someone say, writing a black person as a white person, which could go several ways. It could be brilliant because they did the research, figured out the boundaries and consent rules, or it could be say... Uncle Tom’s Cabin for the modern era. It’s OK for it to be iffy. Just sort it out. And most of the time it’s better to get an invitation and research and learn than it is to take and say you appreciate it. People want it to be black and white, especially with the European ideals of binary. But also examine and be uncomfortable with the grey’s too. Because everyone is on some kind of spectrum there aren’t clear cut answers the majority of the time. Celebrate that. (Except that the Earth is egg-shaped-ish and is rounder than a ping pong ball and you should always give credit where it is due, because the idea of copyright goes back to the time we were all foragers.)

#culture #cultural appreciation #cultural appropriation #cultural anthropology

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Everything You Are (Yoon Jeonghan)

I am...the worst. I’m literally so busy with everything in my life that I’m AWOL on most of my social media and I haven’t responded to anything or anyone. I’m iffy about this but I needed to post. And a happy birthday to our ever wonderful Kim Mingyu! Credits to owners for the gifs. -Bee

Word count: approximately 5100

Inspired by: Everything You Are

March 31st: present day

“So,” Mingyu said in the midst of slurping his noodles, “what are we doing for the greatest day in the world?” The hotness burned his mouth, but that only prompted him to shove more inside than he could (literally) chew. He almost choked when he locked eyes with Minghao, who only stared at him in confusion.

Jihoon shook his head. “The greatest days in the world are those that don’t require alarm clocks and we won’t be getting those anytime soon.” He swiped a piece Soonyoung’s fish with his fingers, playing with it and then eating it before telling Wonwoo to high five him, which his elder declined and moved away. (Not that stopped him from throwing lettuce.)

“April has great days...earth day, Easter Day, April Fools Day, Arbor Day...Mingyu sunbaenim’s day.” He shrugged. “You know, just to name a few.”

“Those don’t sound like fun though.” Seungkwan.

“No one asked you.”

“Then why are you asking?”

“Are you really gonna brush off my special day?” He placed his chopsticks on the bowl when half of his brothers nodded, sticking out his lower lips in a pout. “But oh, we had to take the maknae to out to a movie and give him this fancy dinner and buy him everything he pointed at.�� He ruffled Chan’s hair affectionately and rested his head on said boy’s shoulder.

“Did you have anything in mind?” Joshua.

“We haven’t done a proper birthday in awhile. And we haven’t really talked to any of our other friends besides when we bump into them at the shows, so I was thinking we invite them all and just hang out. Maybe bust out a cake, a piñata.” He counted his fingers as he ticked off his plans. “And either get some takeout or pizza. Oh! And we can hire strippers!” At that, he had everyone’s attention.

“Why the hell…” Minghao shook his head. “Never mind.”

“It’ll be funny to throw them off.” He slammed his hand down in front of Jeonghan who sat across from him.

He jumped, clearly not expecting to be acknowledged by the dongsaeng. “What?”

“Can you invite Y/N?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah. You remember Y/N, don’t you? The best friend you swore you never had? The one you kept away from us for a long ass time? The one who’s currently somewhere in South America since your last update? How long ago was it that we hung out?”

Jeonghan swallowed subtly. “Oh that Y/N. I’ll see what I can do.” He offered his best version of his mischievous smile. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Give or take six months if you don’t count birthdays. “But do you really want that?”

“Hyung, I don’t ask for anything except for clean dishes and rooms. I can’t even remember the last time we had a conversation that didn’t start and end with ‘I miss you’, and that’s just on Instagram!” He rubbed his eyes, “We were all friends too, not just you two.” Mingyu’d mumbled that last part so lowly, anyone would’ve missed it if they weren’t paying attention. But they didn’t know you didn’t speak anymore.

April 6th: three years ago

“Dinosaurs?” Seungcheol asked in disbelief as he saw Jeonghan’s choice in balloons. “You’re getting a grown-ass man balloons in the shape of a dinosaur?”

“It’s his birthday,” Jeonghan shrugged. “You know better than to deny Mingyu anything…”

“You binge-watch The Land Before Time one time-”

“No, apparently it was the Disney movie Dinosaur.”

“Disney did not do a dinosaur movie. I would remember...I had a phase until I was 11!” Though the T-Rex sticker on his phone was a subtle reminder of his younger days in Daegu that he never quite outgrew it.

“If I’m gonna have to fight you on this, at least get me a soda and a bag of chips.” He pulled out his phone, typed in the movie in question and watched Seungcheol’s face scrunch up in disbelief in amusement. “Pay for lunch too while you’re at it.” Jeonghan then turned his attention to the person at the register. “Hi, how are you today?”

“Hi, I’m good. How are you?”

“Another day in paradise. I have a question. Are these all you have?”

“Yeah, a few others came in about-” A quick look at the clock, estimating a time, “maybe 20 minutes ago, and took just about everything. Are dinosaurs like a thing here?”

“Not that I know of.” Jeonghan found himself squinting his eyes. “Are you new here?” He asked when he realized he didn’t recognize you.

“Overall, yeah. I’m not too crazy about switching jobs but I need to survive, especially when I don’t get enough. C’est la vie, you know?”

No, he wouldn’t. The Louis Vuitton wallet in his pocket confirmed it. He watched as you blew up the foil balloons and rang up everything. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened slightly when he saw the designer logo on the leather material nor when he handed you his American Express card Joshua convinced him to get when they were in America. “Thank you,” he finally said when he signed his name on the receipt.

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

Not one to make impulsive decisions, he surprised himself by scribbling some information on a scrap of paper and handing it to you. “This is an address from where we work. I don’t know if they’re looking for anyone, but if you tell them Jeonghan sent you, they’ll find you something.” His angelic charms hadn’t failed him yet, and he’d be damned if this started now. “Don’t hesitate to call me, uh-”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He could feel Seungcheol tugging on his sleeves. “Well, it was nice to meet you.”

“Same here. Thanks for this, really.”

“We’ve been there and done that. It’s no problem.”

*April 2nd: present day

Mingyu’s constant question of, “Have you called? Have you called? Have you called?” played like a broken record inside his head throughout the day, irritating him more than he cared to admit, the longer he thought about it. He hadn’t bothered trying because he knew it would go straight to voicemail and it’s not like Mingyu would find out if he didn’t. You wouldn’t have broken your evading streak...well, besides calling for a happy birthday...scratch that, Mingyu would have Jeonghan’s head for that. It was late when he got home, Seokmin’s King Arthur rehearsal taking up more time than he thought it would. He had already flopped into bed, granted, the yellow toothbrush dangling dangerously from his lips as he tried not to gag from the baking soda when he saw his phone light up with a notification. You had uploaded a video from your time on your tour. Jeonghan found himself shaking his head, feeling a smile forming. Who would’ve thought you were gonna end up as a famous YouTuber when you’d struggled with jobs in the past.

He loved seeing how happy you’ve been looking, despite the fact you’d never smile the same way again. He laughed at your introduction, eating whatever you scrambled together at that moment, rambling a bit and then diving into your story, not even realizing he was dialing your number at three am, foam dripping into his sheets and hoping for once in your life, you’d pick up. With every passing ring, he felt nervous. He figured it’d play a key role in where you stood at the moment. Just when he was about to give up, he heard someone pick up, his heart pounding with anticipation on how this could go.

“Hello?”

Jeonghan swore it took you four days to actually show up to Pledis Entertainment studios, and his charismatic streak lived to see another day. And because you were recommended by him, the head of said Pledis only saw it fair that you become an assistant to not just him, but the entire group. It scared you for the first few weeks, what with learning their names to figuring out who spoke which language to who was in charge, you considered yourself lucky that you didn’t crack under the pressure. It wasn’t because they looked much too perfect to be real (though it was a factor), but because your world flipped upside down when you realized Seventeen were kpop idols, not part of the staff.

The boys were friendly, thankfully enough. Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Soonyoung were obviously the ones who welcomed you the fastest and the ones who spoke for everyone else when it came to opinions and the ones who made sure the rest had an ounce of energy to get through the dance or song or whatever required physical exertion. Hansol, Wonwoo, and Jihoon eyed you dubiously at first as if waiting for you to expose yourself as a sasaeng or someone who worked for a sleazy tabloid magazine. They watched your every move whether on break or on call and had Jeonghan not confirmed the story of him reaching out to you, they would’ve continued to give you the cold shoulder until you quit. Once you gained their trust, everything simultaneously fell together and apart.

For starters, any requests made had to go through the ‘95 line. It wasn’t necessarily ice cream for dinner stuff, but if so and so could come in late the next day because they wanted breakfast. Four books and a game console were always required in their dressing room when they were scheduled to perform. They could never decide on what they wanted to snack on before they were due on stage, so you’d find yourself running back and forth to satisfy their cravings. (Though you did notice that vocal unit had a soft spot for gummies.)

Because you were still getting used to the boys’ hectic schedule, they left you in the hands of the Nu’est boys while they attended KCon in the late summer. While it meant learning the names of more boys, you preferred that over fucking things up because of jet lag and possibly getting fired for not being able to follow instructions. (Though the vibe was different than what you were used to, you were glad you treated you just as well as Seventeen. The only difference was that they used your respected honorific instead of just “Y/N” and you were home a little after midnight as opposed to two, three am.)

It was the ongoing prank war between Jonghyun, and Jeonghan that got the ball rolling between you and Jeonghan. Jeonghan had texted you to see if you could swipe Jonghyun’s water bottle and replace it with vodka he had smuggled into Jihoon’s locker and to send him the reaction when he drank it and in return, he’d bring you back something from the (not so) great Los Angeles. Instead, he found himself sending you pictures of Six Flags Magic Mountain, and the famous Santa Monica Beach and how beautiful the ocean looked from above the Ferris Wheel and began looking forward to your text messages and your overall company while you were on opposite ends of the world. He realized how much he missed having someone to talk to that wasn’t the 12 boys he loved and how it had been a while since he felt attracted to someone, felt wanted.

Upon coming home, you surprised each of them with a single balloon and new speakers for when they practiced a new choreography and they treated you to a late late-night dinner and a million stories. (Jonghyun got Jeonghan back the following day by shoving all the baby powder he could manage on the inside of Jeonghan’s towel.)

Jeonghan managed to keep your flirtationship inconspicuous, both on the clock and off although the fact that everyone played a part in treating you special (because one on one things became a common affair.) No one really had a second thought when you started carpooling with him because you lived in the same neighborhood and nobody said anything when he asked you to help him bring all the cup holders containing coffee and tea. And nobody had any questions when you and Jeonghan would smile at your phones during their practice break. (That was mostly due to the fact that he sent links to everyone in their group chat.) He’d wink at you when everyone was watching and playing it off as you being their favorite assistant.

The first time he kissed you was on Halloween during a party hosted by Pledis. It could’ve been the fact that it was a day no one was themselves or because the vibe was stress free but all you knew was that one minute you were fighting over the last can of beer and the next, he had you pressed against the counter and shuddering from the way your hands tangled in his hair. He remembered admitting that he had wanted to do that for a while. He would’ve leaned in again, but he heard someone coming in and he stole the can from you and skipped away, bumping into one of the boys but he forgot who. From then on, he’d kiss you whenever he felt like it, always making sure that no one was around. He liked the feeling of sneaking around, knowing that while recording was going on in one room, he’d be in the broom closet next door with you, fighting for air and grasping at whatever you could. And it was an unspoken thing to never mention what you had going on, which you naïvely agreed to because it was Yoon Jeonghan, the angel and the boy whom you couldn’t say no to.

Jeonghan knew it was reckless and irresponsible what you were doing but he couldn’t stop. It felt different than he was used to. He had someone at the palm of his hand. He felt something for you and he had planned to pursue it as long as possible, although that plan was short-lived.

April 3rd: present day

Why Jeonghan had picked to meet you by the street vendor who sold snow cones, he didn’t know, but it would’ve been better than looking like he was sneaking around. He sipped on his sofa, letting the fizziness calm his nerves. He couldn’t believe you agreed to meet with him. While he waited, he took pictures with the lucky Carats who found him completely by chance and even Jonghyun, who he hadn’t had the chance to say a proper hello to since...it felt like forever ago due to increasing demand of kpop and how they rarely saw each other outside of Pledis because of it. Their war was no longer a counted thing, but they enjoyed pulling their pranks here and there for the sake of nostalgia. (The matching scars on their pinkie fingers being a subtle sign of their idiocy.)

He didn’t know how long he waited, but it was worth it when you tapped his shoulder, waiting for him to respond. He knew seeing you would be a shock, but he didn’t expect for his vocabulary to fly out at the window and stare at you dumbfounded, nor for his first reaction to just reach out and grab you in a hug.

He missed this so much. He was a fool to think he could’ve fucked with your mind and expect you to be okay with it. He lived with the regret of lying to you when he said he wasn’t in love you everyday and when you hugged him back, he swore he saw his future flash before him. You pulled away first, expecting him to say something. “Hi.”

“You called me up at three am just to tell me that. Now, what is it?”

“I miss you.” Well, not the greatest start, but it’s something.

“I miss you all too. How is everyone? Congrats on the comeback by the way. You guys doing great.” You broke eye contact with him, peering past him.

He waved off your praise. “We’re all good thanks. I just wanted to talk to you about Mingyu. He, ah-” He scratched the back of his head. “He just wanted you to know that he’s having a party on Saturday and he’d love for you to stop by.” And he would too. Maybe, he’d be able to talk to you then.

“Saturday?” You racked your brain to see if you had any commitments for the day, coming up short. “I don’t think I’m doing anything, but I’m not sure I should go,” you admitted. Talking to Jeonghan always brought out your honest side, even when it was best to lie, like now. But the irony was that Jeonghan was the master of deception. You’d know. You’d fallen under his spell one too many times to not know him.

“Why?”

You shook your head. “Jeonghan, hhhhhh, never mind. You wouldn’t understand. I’ll see.”

“Wait.” He stepped closer to you, taking off your scarf and readjusting it so it’d look right. “There.” He was close, really close like he could smell the winter mint chewing gum you had in your mouth. If he really wanted to, he could steal a kiss, something he hasn’t done in so long. So he went for it.

Only instead of getting caught up in the moment like you were used to, you stopped him. “I can’t do this again.”

“Why? You afraid your boyfriend’s gonna see you?”

“As a matter of fact, he will, and I’d appreciate me doing myself a favor and not fucking this up too. Goodbye Jeonghan. I have to go; excuse me.”

Late December: three years ago

Jeonghan loved to admit it and he would always say it: he enjoyed watching you stress over birthdays because everything seemed inadequate due to their lavish lifestyle. But he expressed his appreciation from the homemade card and a new phone case and he saw the appreciation in the boys’ eyes when they opened theirs. And once he saw how you were fretting over Joshua (because “what the hell do you give an American boy who sings show tunes and eats his soup with a fork?”) he gave you clues as to what his best friend out on several wishlists. Once you figured out what to get him, you ordered it and the day it was to come, you invited Jeonghan to your place after they were done for the night to get his opinion.

And one moment you were showing him a thing of the Hollywood sign and the next, you were a tangled mess of limbs on the couch and Jeonghan knew he had crossed the line. Even worse was his realization that all he wanted was a friendship with you. So he ghosted you that night and gave you the excuse that Soonyoung needed everyone in the practice early. (Which wasn’t true, of course, because performance unit were recording their song while the remaining two basically had a free day.) From there began the end. Suddenly, he felt that everything you did had an ulterior motive to wanting an actual relationship and he started feeling annoyed with your presence and gave you the cold shoulder.

You knew everything that had happened before that was a mistake but it didn’t stop you from trying for more. Your feelings for Jeonghan ran deep and you would’ve sworn you had fallen in love but you bottled it up, letting him take the lead. The way he ignored you broke your heart and you weren’t as cheerful, nor did you treat the boys to anything like before. Your quieter than usual manner worried them, once Seungcheol going as far as asking if you wanted to see a doctor before they had to leave for the airport, which you declined, blaming your mattress for lack of sleep. You bid them a fun trip and to let you if they needed anything done while they were away.

While away for three months, Jeonghan texted you on occasion, mostly for business (and once in a while to fulfill his pranks) and how to handle some personal affairs. Again the distance made him miss you so he tried to keep you close, but he couldn’t; not when you eagerly replied to him and sent him photo after photo of irrelevant things, once again thinking you could regain what you had. He didn’t really blame you since he was the one who initiated your affair (if you could even call it that) but he knew if he continued to go down that road, the basis of your friendship would go up in flames. So he began looking for companionship in the wrong places, self-destructing himself in a way, not that he told you any of this. As far as you were concerned, he went straight to bed after a long day. He did, however, try to set you up with the pizza girl who delivered to Pledis but when that backfired, you yelled yourself to the point where Jonghyun sent you home until you could talk without killing yourself. (Seventeen still left you with Nu’est at this point because they liked how you worked with them, and it didn’t seem right to let you go with them when Nu’est was just as busy.)

When they came home it was only for a month before they were needed in Japan for promotional purposes and they left you once again. Jeonghan had only vaguely talked about his actions, but still felt guilty and tried to make it up to you while he was gone. The plus side was that he got to know you on a deeper level and understood the way you were and promised to help you help others because he saw it’s when you were your happiest. The long calls started again and it felt like old times. The downside was that no matter how much you opened up to him, he never did, so he never told you about his love interest who was nothing like you and let you believe something could happen when he came back home. True to his word, when he came home, he decided the fastest and easiest way to help people was to start your own YouTube channel and he readily provided the audience.

Two months into your unofficial commitment, YouTube’s management contacted you about being interested in making a career out of it and once you expressed your interest, they wrote down your information and told you they’d be in touch. You burst through the doors to Pledis that day, ready to shout from the rooftops about that, smoke all but visible behind you as you ran to Seventeen’s wing, and when you threw the doors open, there was Jeonghan in the middle of a tonsil hockey game with someone you’ve never seen and it was all you could do to not make a sound and just walk away quietly. You managed to sneak out of the building unseen and call Seungcheol that you came down with something and wouldn’t make it.

For three days, you stayed in bed, not eating or drinking anything, just crying your heart out for letting him lead you on. You would’ve gone the whole week like that, had one of your friends not forged a note from the doctor they worked with saying you needed bed rest and when you came back, they jumped at you, wanting to know why you didn’t say anything about being sick sooner, and you thanked your higher power at how oblivious they could be. And then Jeonghan had the audacity to stoke your hair, playfully telling you you looked like shit and you visibly flinched away from his touch, blaming it on a nonexistent headache. And suddenly your good news didn’t seem so good when you told them and bless Seungkwan’s heart when he asked if it meant you were quitting which you nodded sadly, and that meant a party for everyone.

That party was held the following month, in which your heart felt heavier than the day prior because of how Jeonghan acted like nothing had happened, and you suppressing everything. The boys bought liquor and alcohol like it was the end of the world and you used that opportunity to drink the image away. Not your brightest idea you’ll admit since you ended up hooking up with Joshua when he tried telling you that you had too much to drink and you begging him to make you forget.

And that was only the beginning of your own self-destruction, falling deeper in the rabbit hole, the closer your days as Seventeen’s assistant ended and the closer you became an influencer. The bags under your eyes never faded, feeling more sluggish by the day. You had only coffee in your system, not being to stomach food. Your headache never went away and you couldn’t stop crying. Everything hurt; there was no remedy for your pain.

Naturally, you worried everyone until Jeonghan confronted you and didn’t let you leave until you told him what the hell happened. He pushed you to your limit, finally telling him everything you felt, everything you saw, how nothing seemed to matter, to which he yelled at you, words feeling like venom as he spewed his own thoughts and piercing deeper into your heart and disintegrating parts of your soul. He cared about you, but not in that way. You were a wonderful person but you weren’t his type. He wished he could change everything but he was happy who he was with. He regretted everything because he was afraid this would happen.

You quit the next day but that wasn’t the last time you saw Jeonghan. He didn’t last much longer with his fling and his first reaction to the split was to call you, even though you had to work on your first ever video where you worked with introductions and whatnot. You had the faint naïve hope for reconciliation each time he called you up when something went wrong, each time ignoring the fact you were nothing more than an emotionally unstable human blinded by your love and him taking advantage of that. On Halloween of that year, you quit him cold turkey after sleeping with him one last time, realizing that he was nothing more than someone who fed off your energy and you couldn’t keep living like that, not when you had so much to offer the world and knowing you had a younger audience watching your movements.

It took time but you finally managed to get him out of your system.

You didn’t hate him. How could you when he not only made you but was a friend when you needed him? You wished him nothing but the best because at one point he was the best to you though it took a while to admit you were angry. It took you some time but you dedicated a special video for your situation, not mentioning his name for the sake of his image.

April 6th: present day

During that time, Jeonghan learned just exactly what he lost, and his mistake was meeting you again after those six months. He had grown up and he had hoped you would see past it and give him one more chance. He was lonely; he knew that now. All he wanted was for you to hold him one more time. He remained skeptical about you having a boyfriend though. You never mentioned it to anyone, so he chalked it up to you lying.

He didn’t expect you to show up tonight. He didn’t expect to stop singing his duet with the birthday boy to open the door and you forcing a smile on your face when you saw him. Jeonghan couldn’t even say hello because in that moment tipsy Mingyu came to the rescue and hugged the hell out of you, scolding you for hiding away and not even bother to check in on them and then enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug, swinging you back and forth and actually hearing your bones crack at his strength and laughing like his night couldn’t get any better. Everyone surrounded you, asking questions and catching up and you enjoying yourself, gossiping with Pristin and BlackPink, playing musical chairs with Monsta X, swapping stories with BTS and complaining to Seventeen when Nu’est was arriving because you were here for them. It was everything you needed: a fun night catching up with old friends.

Eventually, you ended up in the kitchen, looking for a water bottle to soothe your throat, coughing in an attempt to catch your breath from laughing so hard and bumping into Jeonghan, who was serving himself a slice of cake. “Great night?” He asked you, motioning for you a take a piece which you accepted.

“The best. I missed everyone. It felt like old times.”

He had to agree. “The only difference is we’re not hiding away, eager to rip each other’s clothes off.”

“And it’ll stay like that.” You wrinkled your nose at his words. You’d never felt awkward around him, but now knowing everything was different, you didn’t know what to say. He knew you well, and at one time you, him. He put his hand over yours as if he knew what you were thinking and you retracted it just as fast. “I-”

“Are you sure you have a boyfriend? The words were out before he could even stop himself. “Or are you just giving me an excuse?”

“Yeah, I do. And I’d appreciate you not doing this anymore. I’m not who I used to be.”

“I love who you used to be.”

“I don’t. You made me hate myself.”

“I’m sorry.” He had never apologized for causing you grief before tonight.

“Y/N! You made it after all!” The familiar voice of Jonghyun filled the room.

“It’s for the one and only Kim Mingyu. I wouldn’t dare.”

“Well my love, you look perfect. I’m sorry I’m late.” He kissed your hair, his eyes widening in pleasant surprise when he saw you weren’t alone. “Jeonghan-ssi! I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

He wanted to call out his seonbae for his latest prank, wanted to tell him he got him good. But judging from the way he pulled his arm around your waist, he knew it wasn’t. The cake in his mouth felt dry and found himself choking when he tried to swallow as you left with him.

He took shots the rest of the night, each time he saw you laughing at his words, every time he saw the look in your eyes, every time he shamelessly kissed you, feeling disgusted with himself because he wasn't courageous enough to do it when he had the chance.

He lost his lover and his friend from his actions.

Behind his truth lied everything you are; he knew that too little, too late.

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candyshua · 6 years ago

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Intertwined | Chapter One - Spilt Coffee

hey guys!! sorry for the inactivity. to make it up, i decided to start writing a multi-part fic!! this is a mingyu x reader x jeonghan love triangle. enjoy!!

Kim Mingyu was your best friend, your knight in shining armor, your crush, your everything. But sadly, you were not his.

After getting his girlfriend pregnant in his fourth year of college, the two of them moved away to America after graduation. And then, you were all alone.

Meet Yoon Jeonghan, your current best friend. An aspiring video game designer, he has been your rock for 5 years. He helped you through so much drama. You would be surprised to learn that he was madly in love with you.

What happens when Mingyu comes back to Korea?

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Potential Smut (I haven’t decided yet)

Warnings: Alcohol, foul language, pregnancy

Word count: 2,250

Chapter One - Spilt Coffee

Your back was starting to hurt. After sitting on that uncomfortable chair in that cramped cubicle for so long, you felt your body start to ache. You tied your hair up into a ponytail, fully aware that you weren’t going to go home until you got this stupid project done.

“Bye, Y/N!” Your boss, Wonwoo, bid to you as he walked out of his office and on to the elevator. You merely hummed him a goodbye, too preoccupied with your work.

You worked in the media department of a phone cable company. You write commercials, ads, anything that can get your product bought. It can be tedious at times, just like now. It’s especially tedious with you, since you’re the world’s biggest procrastinator. So, you’re pulling an all-nighter to finish proofreading this commercial so it can be sent to headquarters.

Sometimes, you felt disappointed with yourself. Your life amounted up to this--an office job. You also had a one bedroom apartment, which wasn’t too bad. It just never felt like home, nothing ever did.

You sighed, groaning frustratedly. “Get this done, Y/N.” You said to yourself. You then cracked your knuckles, swallowed another mouthful of coffee, and started typing away.

You arrived home at 3 AM. Lucky for you, it was a Friday.

Within minutes of arriving in your quaint apartment, you collapsed onto your couch, not even having enough energy to make it to your bedroom. You then smiled, thinking of that one time where Mingyu and you got home so late during sophomore year that you weren’t allowed to see each other for a whole month. You still saw each other anyway.

Then, you felt your heart get heavier, remembering where your dear friend Mingyu was right now. He’s in America, with his kid, and his girlfriend. Hell, she’s probably his wife now.

And you’re stuck here, in Korea, with no boyfriend, car, or family. You have your parents, but they’re too busy worrying about your little sister who’s getting in trouble at college right now to even acknowledge your existence. What did your existence mean anyway? Was it even worth a dime? Sometimes, it felt like you were watching your life pass you by. Days turned into months, and months turned into years. Yet you, you were still the same. Sure, you grew up, both emotionally and physically, but deep down you’re still that lovesick girl that lets little things get to her head way too much.

You sighed, running your fingers through your messy ponytail, trying to subdue the knots. You heard your phone ring, which brought you out of your depressive trance. You picked it up the moment you saw the caller ID, already fed up.

“Yes, Jeonghan?” You groaned, knowing what the next two words were going to be.

“I’m drunk!” Yup. You were right.

“Where are you?” You sighed, already getting up and getting your bus pass ready. Although you didn’t have a car, you always walked Jeonghan home when he was drunk.

“I’m at my apartment. Could you come here please?” Jeonghan pouted, and you physically cringed when you pictured his face in your mind. He was probably doing some drunken puppy eyes.

“You got drunk by yourself? Why’d you involve me in this? Just go--”

“Hyesung broke up with me.” Jeonghan sighed, and you swallowed.

“On my way.”

You knocked on his door very lightly, hoping not to wake any of his neighbors. You heard Jeonghan’s clumsy steps, and you watched the doorknob fumble multiple times until it was finally unlocked. The moment Jeonghan met your eyes, his mood immediately brightened. A drunken smile broke out on his face, and you inwardly vomited due to the putrid smell of alcohol.

Jeonghan is 28, and he is your best friend. You met him through your job, but he quit a while ago to go and follow his dream of video game designing. He wasn’t doing too bad actually, his apartment was nice. It was mellow, but you weren’t one to judge apartments, since your apartment basically screamed “depression”. You are 27, just a year younger than your best friend.

Jeonghan often calls you when he’s drunk, and you have no idea why. He often wakes you up in the middle of the night just so you could walk him home. If this was anybody else except Jeonghan, you wouldn’t do it.

You walked inside his apartment and threw your coat on the couch. You walked to his kitchen, which wasn’t a separate room from his dining area, and got a can of beer.

“Bad day?” Jeonghan asked, and you just nodded while walking toward his couch. You plopped down, sprawling your limbs across the piece of furniture.

“What happened with her?” You asked, and Jeonghan just scoffed.

“She cheated on me...Multiple times. It’s okay though, our relationship wasn’t serious.” Jeonghan explained, and you frowned while sipping on your beer.

“But you really liked her…” You argued, and he gave you a sad smile.

If only you knew, Jeonghan thought.

“It’s fine. Why was your day bad?” Jeonghan asked. You could tell he was tired by the way he blinked. Each time he closed his eyes it would take longer for them to open.

“Don’t worry about me, go to bed. I’ll sleep on the couch, okay?”

“Mmm.” Jeonghan murmured. With slumped shoulders, he trudged to his bedroom and closed his door. You sighed slightly, ignoring the pain in your chest. Why did your heart hurt so much? Did it hurt for Jeonghan?

That answer seemed simple enough, so you decided to agree with it. You then lied down on the couch with your hands under your head. You ignored the sudden anxiety that had bubbled in your stomach and closed your eyes wearily. You had so many things to worry about, like work, Jeonghan, bills, your apartment...Yet, you never seemed to worry about yourself. You could never, though. That’s because it would require actually reflecting on your past, and everything you’ve done. Or, haven’t done.

The weekend went by in a cloudy haze, but everything seemed to go by like that nowadays. You didn’t really feel alive anymore, and you don’t know exactly when this haziness seemed to start. Everything was numb, nothing caused you to feel. Things were automatic, you did everything without thinking. You wake up, go to work, go home, make dinner, and then go to bed. It’s a constant cycle of hell. The only time you’d feel remotely alive was when you’re with Jeonghan, but he’s got his own shit to deal with.

The thing that hurts the most is that you’re absolutely and utterly alone. You wake up with no one by your side. Your biggest fear is dying right now, at this age. What mark would you leave on the world? It would be a small, insignificant one. There’d be a memorial service at your work, and your family plus Jeonghan would miss you, but that would be it.

Were you destined to be a nobody?

You were young once. You were young and happy, not a care in the world. Well, that’s a lie, you cared about one thing.

Kim MIngyu.

Mingyu was a breath of fresh air. After having so much pressure put on you by your parents, you felt like you could finally breathe around the 6’2 boy. He always had that effect on people, he was just an energy-giver.

Your friendship never once faded, even after his countless amounts of girlfriends. You had a thing for him in early high school, but it turned into full-blown love senior year. You’d watch him walk around with his girlfriend, feeling nothing but pain in your heart.

You never took his earlier girlfriends seriously, because you thought he would realize one day that he was madly in love with you. And then, he would kiss you passionately and apologize for not coming to you sooner. Alas, that never happened.

Your feelings just got worse.

And when you both got into Seoul University, you watched him prance around with his new girlfriend, Ra Jieun. From then on, things went into the gutter.

And here you are now, without Mingyu. You’re well over him now, you’ve actually had your fair share of boyfriends these past few years. It was just the “what could have been?” aspect.

Sadly, you would never know.

You woke up to the sound of a shower being turned on. Light peeked through Jeonghan’s windows, and you groaned internally. At least it was a Saturday.

You grabbed your phone, checking the time. 9:22 AM. Didn’t you go to bed at 4 AM? This was fucking ridiculous.

This time, you actually groaned out loud when you got up, walking slowly to Jeonghan’s kitchen. You poured yourself some cereal with some gross skin milk. You ate it mindlessly, watching Jeonghan walk from his bathroom to his bedroom, with the most pained expression on his face. Poor guy, you thought, he’s probably so hungover right now.

The thing about Jeonghan’s apartment is that you could never possibly get bored. He has herds of video games, literally starting from as early as to when they were invented.

He also has every gaming console known to man. His spare bedroom was used as a gaming room, where he’d stream his new games from time to time. Jeonghan was a computer genius, and you were insanely jealous since you weren’t so tech savvy yourself.

Jeonghan finally came out of his room, fully dressed, with wet hair. Jeonghan had dyed light brown hair, with dark brown eyes and tall stature. He was slim yet muscular. You could never deny that your best friend was indeed extremely handsome.

You smiled when you saw his face, and he returned a pained grin back. “Have some cereal.” You suggested with a quiet tone, and he gave you a small smile.

You let him eat by himself, because you went into his gaming room to check out what new video games he has added to his collection.

After playing a few easy video games for a bit, Jeonghan came in and sat down on the black leather couch in the already dark room. The only source of light was the light emitting from the computer screen, and the window. He never turned on the overhead light in that room, for some reason.

“Whatchya doin’?” Jeonghan asked, and you shrugged.

“Just playing around.” You murmured, earning a nod from Jeonghan.

Soon, the two of you found yourselves in a video game match. Jeonghan had multiple computers in that room, so you both partook in an adventure of competition. Jeonghan beat you every single time, but it was kind of unfair since he was an actual video game designer.

You found yourself appreciating Jeonghan more and more as you got closer to him. You really were so lucky to have such a good friend like him, because nobody knows where you would be if Jeonghan wasn’t there to help you get over the boyfriends you had, your quarter-life crises, or your financial dilemmas. Jeonghan was your rock. You hoped he felt the same about you.

“Jeonghan,” You began, “we should do something. Like, go on a trip or something.” That earned an odd look from the man, and he furrowed his eyebrows curiously.

“That was random.” He said.

“Yeah, well, I don’t know. I just thought we should do something nice, since you’re like, my best friend.” You pouted, resulting in an adorable chuckle from the man next to you.

“Okay, sure. Where do you want to go?” Jeonghan asked. You merely shrugged your shoulders, your frown deepening.

“Let me come up with something. Give me some time.”

Jeonghan nodded.

You remembered the first time you felt feelings for Mingyu. As a kid, you were late to hit puberty. So, girls who were larger than you would steal your money and other possessions.

There was one time where you were walking home from school, and these three girls jumped you. It was around the eighth grade, so you were still a tiny little thing. No matter how much you kicked and screamed, they would not stop.

Suddenly, Mingyu came out of nowhere. Mingyu was the opposite of you, he bloomed very early. Therefore, he was a tall and confident man. You will never forget the look of anger in his eyes on that day. “HEY!” Mingyu screamed, running toward you.

The girls dropped everything they stole from you and then bolted, murmuring rushed apologies and words of regret. By then, you and Mingyu were already best friends.

“Thanks, Gyu.” You sighed, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. Your voice cracked when you tried to talk again, and soon you were breaking down in front of him.

You sat against the brick wall the girls bullied you by, hugging your knees to your chest. You just sobbed, and let yourself be held by Mingyu. “I’m so sick of this,” You hiccuped, “I’m so sick of being pushed around!”

“Hey, Y/N...You’ll always have me, alright?” Mingyu reassured, giving you a sad smile. You wiped the tears from your face and sniffled slightly.

“Alright.”

From the summer of eighth grade to ninth grade, you grew 5 inches and gained a few pounds, resulting in your chest and bosom to be much bigger than before. Needless to say, you attracted a lot of boys.

Alas, there was only one boy in your heart.

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sweetheartjeongguk · 6 years ago

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pretty kitty (m)

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: hybrid au, camgirl au, smut, fluff with mild angst (in the future)

rating: nc-17

warning(s): (probably inaccurate) portrayal of cam porn, mention of impregnation and daddy kinks, squirting (lol)

word count: 3.3k+

summary: never in his life would taehyung have expected the shy girl from his history class to be the sex kitten on his computer screen.

the discovery | the denial | the meeting | the aftermath | the payback

masterlist

It happens when Taehyung is browsing the Internet for some porn - something not unlike Taehyung to do on a boring Saturday evening. His friends are out of town for the night for a concert, and Taehyung had been stuck covering two shifts at the restaurant where he applied to with Jungkook. Since Jungkook is one of the individuals who ditched work to go to the concert, Taehyung ended up being stuck with their gross co-worker who chews his food too loudly and has no shame in discussing his “herpes appointment” for the entire restaurant to hear. Taehyung still doesn’t understand how he hasn’t been fired yet.

Taehyung pointedly ignores the influx of messages that flood his social media. As a tiger hybrid, he is viewed as a prized possession at his college filled with both predator and prey hybrids. Some openly worship the ground he walks on while others cower in fear and rush out of the classroom before he could reach them. While attending one of the biggest hybrid colleges in the entire country has given him some of the greatest friends he could ever dream of having, it did attract not-so-nice people who either wanted to be friends in hopes of becoming popular or having him as their next heat partner.

Needless to say, Taehyung is in desperate need of a distraction from the chaos the day had brought him.

Taehyung sighs as he clicks ‘Next’, completely unimpressed with the boring selections the site recommends. On any other day, he would have been desperate to whack one off to one of them, but today just isn’t the day.

Before he could finally give up, Taehyung stops to recall one of the sites that Jimin had recommended a couple of weeks ago. They had been drunk and ranting together about different things, and one of the topics chosen was porn. Shoving the laptop off his lap, Taehyung grabs his phone, ignoring the thirst texts from Sana from English class, to text his best friend.

hey, what was the site you gave me a couple weeks ago?

It isn’t even a minute later when Jimin replies.

oooo, kim taehyung, are you doing what i think you’re going to do? ;)

Taehyung rolls his eyes, practically seeing his best friend’s greasy smile on his face.

what is it...please? :D

He grimaces at the stupid emoji, but he knows that it’s the only way to get Jimin to tell him what he wants.

*sighs* fine, here you go. enjoy ;))))

Taehyung scoffs but silently thanks Jimin as he copies the link in the text message into the search bar on his laptop. He prays that he hasn’t been given a link to a sketchy website - he isn’t ready to deal with the embarrassment as to why his laptop gained a million viruses in one night (again).

When the website finally loads, Taehyung can’t help but raise an eyebrow. Dozens of thumbnails pop up of different girls all of different hybrid species, most being bunny hybrids – a hot commodity among the hybrid porn industry – with a few feline and canine hybrids here and there. All were positioned in front of the camera in their most provocative poses, tongue seductively poking through and fingers dancing along the inside of their transparent panties.

Taehyung has never dabbled in camgirls before, but maybe tonight will decide whether he likes it or not.

Taehyung scrolls down the list, trying to pick the first one that catches his eye. Nothing seems to pop out at him – the concepts of each video pretty much the same throughout the page. He merely blinks stoically at the tempting shots of bare breasts and seductive lip bites.

‘Maybe I should just give up for tonight’ Taehyung grumbles to himself as his gaze shoots down to his dick which lays embarrassingly soft inside his sweatpants.

At the end of the third page, right when Taehyung is about to call it a night, one video catches his eye.

It is a pretty short video compared to the other videos – only 11 minutes in length – but it has garnered a fair amount of views. He couldn’t see a clear shot of the girl’s face, but she must be good if she’s had over 6,000 views and it was only uploaded a day ago?

“prettykitty?” Taehyung mumbles to himself.

Without another word, Taehyung clicks on the video and sits back against the headboard of his bed, mentally and physically preparing himself. As the video loads, he scrolls through the old messages saved in the chatroom from the day before.

daddyjeon – damn baby, you look so pretty when you cum

ygym12 – yeah baby, keep touching yourself but you better not cum yet

jxxhyun – fuck, i luv how wet u get. if u need another person in ur videos, send me a message xoxo

On and on, Taehyung scrolls through and sees the same type of messages – ones that basically groan and whine at how hot you are and how wet you are for them. He’s a little weirded out at how these people act as if you are genuinely wet for them and not for the impeding money flow going into your bank account after the stream ends.

Clicking play, he is first greeted with your breasts which is wrapped in one of the cutest pastel pink lingerie sets he’s ever seen in his life. The bra is practically see-through, a little tease of your nipple showing here and there as you shift across the screen. As you lay on your side, Taehyung catches a peek at the curve of your ass which is accentuated greatly by the matching lace panties. He even catches sight of your black tail lazily swishing from side to side.

Hybrids don’t usually show off their ears or tails in person (unless they’re in heat or they concentrate enough to make them appear), so Taehyung assumes that you show them off during your shows as a little treat to your viewers – giving off the illusion that you’re in heat for them.

“Hey guys, long time no see.” You giggle innocently to the camera.

Taehyung swallows the lump that lodges itself in his throat. You sound so adorable and yet the view in front of him is one of the sexiest things he’s ever seen in his life.

“Sorry, baby, I had school earlier,” you pout as you read one of the comments. “I would have gotten to you sooner, but my professor was killing me.”

‘Cute, she’s a college student.’ Taehyung thinks to himself. ‘I wonder if I know her.’

He tosses this thought aside – even if you did go to his school, he doubts that he’ll ever figure out who you are. Not that he cared in the first place, of course.

“What should I take off first, hmm?” You hum, teasing your audience with a little slip of your bra strap.

There is a tiny pause as you read through the comments, but it seems that one comment catches your eye.

“Hmm, someone said my panties…Isn’t that a little too easy, though?” You laugh. “I want to keep teasing you, baby. I can’t have you coming just yet.”

Taehyung gulps again – his dick is already hardening, and you haven’t even been doing anything. He hesitates to place a hand over top, but for some reason, he keeps his hands at his sides.

“Are you touching yourself yet?” You whisper, fingers tracing around your nipple which slowly pebbles underneath the sheer fabric. “God, you look so fucking sexy with your hand on your cock.”

This entices Taehyung to finally slip his hand underneath the sweatpants, kneading slowly. He wants to work himself up until the end, not wanting to come when you haven’t yet. For some reason, you have him under your spell, and Taehyung wouldn’t hesitate to follow your every word.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you, Kim?’

“God, I’m so wet for you.” You continue to caress the swell of your breasts in an agonizing pace. “I bet you wish you could fuck my little wet pussy, huh?”

Upon reading a comment in the chatroom, your hand trails down your stomach to slip inside your panties, teasing at the little bud above your sleek entrance. Taehyung desperately wishes that you would take them off, but you continue to leave the vision to his own imagination.

“F-fuck, that feels so good, Daddy.”

The wet squelching of your pussy as you push one finger inside becomes apparent to the microphone. By the sound of the “ka-ching” alerts on your computer and your breathy laughs, your viewers love it. Shifting slightly, Taehyung can now see your lips, reddened by your constant biting and licking.

Taehyung forces himself to hold back on his strokes. He couldn’t come just yet. You haven’t even gotten to the good part yet, and Taehyung is already reminded of when he was a virgin that came in less than 10 seconds at even the slightest image of perky tits.

“You want to see the toy one of my daddies bought me?” A sharp canine pops out of the side of your grin. “I’ve only used it once, but it feels so good that I want to try it on camera for you.”

The tipping doesn’t subside, even when you move offscreen to grab the toy from what Taehyung assumes is in a box somewhere. When you reappear, you’re holding a long, sparkly pink rabbit vibrator, humming adorably as you show off the gift to your viewers who all probably comment on how cute you are and how ready they are for you to fuck yourself on it.

“All thanks to Mr. Kim for buying this for me,” You coo into the microphone. “I’ll make sure to come all over it for you, Daddy.”

Taehyung doesn’t know why he imagines that you’re talking about him. He doesn’t know why his cock fills out more at the idea of you talking to just him, telling him that she is all wet and ready for him – ready for him to breed her and fill her up with his kittens.

‘Focus, Taehyung, focus.’

When he finally opens his eyes after taking a breather, he chokes on the sight of you removing your panties and spreading your legs wide to show the camera. He groans in excitement at the clear string of wetness that clings to your panties – oh, how he longs to have a tiny taste of your sweetness. He muffles a growl inside his chest, his tiger counterpart ready to jump out and take what he thinks is his.

Thankfully, Taehyung prides himself on what little control he has left of himself. As you position the toy at your hole, all sleek and wet for the taking, Taehyung starts to speed up his movements over his cock.

“O-oh, Daddy,” Your voice cracks from pleasure as you slowly thrust the vibrator inside, pressing the rabbit piece against your throbbing clit. “You f-fuck me so well, I w-want to come so badly.”

Taehyung has the urge to talk to you and tell you not to come – that you’re only allowed to come when he’s done filling your pretty little pussy up. The sad realization that will never happens briefly visits Taehyung, a sharp pain in his chest – but he reminds himself that it’s his tiger talking and that after he comes, his common sense will come back. On the other hand, Taehyung craves the feeling so much that he wouldn’t even be mad if the lust for you doesn’t disappear even after he clicks out of the webpage and closes his eyes to sleep.

You hold strong in the beginning of your slow but deep ministrations, but it’s apparent that you’re ready to come when you switch on the vibrating setting. You mewl loudly at the sudden sensation, sounding more like a cat than ever. Your pussy seems to get wetter with each thrust, and Taehyung salivates at the sight of your wetness dripping over the toy and staining the sheets beneath you.

“D-Daddy, I can’t t-take it anymore.” You cry out as you grind against the length stuffed inside. “L-let me c-come, please.”

Even over the loud dinging of the tips and the vibrations, all Taehyung could comprehend are your desperate whimpers for release and the visual of your pussy being fucked by the pink vibrator. For a moment, he imagines the two of you in the same room – you underneath him, begging for him to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore and to fill your pussy deep with his hot come. Sweat drips down from his face as he fucks up into his hand, biting down on his lip to avoid moaning too loudly and alerting the neighbors of his not-so innocent activities.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” The moment builds up until it’s broken by your loud cries and the sudden wetness that drenches your bedsheets.

Taehyung finally comes all over his fingers, his release dripping down to stain his sweatpants. He continues to pump his length until he feels the sharp pain of overstimulation. His eyes never strays away from your form – you are now laying down and resting your head against your pillow, your breath hot and heavy.

“Oh man, that shit’s good.” You laugh heartily, prompting a genuine laugh from Taehyung as well.

From some reason, your voice is starting to sound a little familiar to him. He feels like he’s heard it somewhere before, but he is quick to mark it off as a coincidence.

That is until you lift your head to grin tiredly at the camera.

Taehyung coughs violently as he nearly chokes on air at the sight of your face – your familiar face. The face that he most definitely remembers from his history class. And his English class.

More importantly, from his childhood as the shy girl that cried on the playground on the first day of school.

‘What the fuck?!’

“Thanks again, you guys. We beat our tipping record! Woohoo!” You throw up two thumbs up, scrunching up your nose and wiggling your body in an excited manner. “Until next time!”

You send a kiss to the camera, your fluffy ears twitching curiously as you lean forward to turn off the stream.

The screen goes blank, reflecting Taehyung’s shocked face back at himself. Taehyung sits there robotically, hand still on his soft dick and jaw practically unhinged.

“What the fuck!”

“So, how’d your dick appointment with yourself go?” Jimin smirks.

All eyes go to Taehyung who sits there emotionlessly. Jungkook goes to poke him in the cheek, ignoring the growing snarl sounding from Taehyung’s chest.

“Hyung, I think he’s broken.” The youngest snorts. “What site did you show him anyway?”

“The one you introduced me to.” Jimin takes a sip from his coffee cup. “I didn’t think it was that hardcore. It’s just chicks fucking themselves onscreen.”

“You know Taehyung, he’s into all that lovey-dovey couples having ‘intimate relations with each other’ shit.” Yoongi jokes sarcastically, dodging the palm sliding across the table.

“Shut up, hyung.” Taehyung grumbles. “I’m fine.”

“Okay then, why haven’t you been eating your food for the past 10 minutes?” Jimin points at the barely touched chocolate croissant resting on the porcelain plate in front of his best friend.

“I’m just not hungry, I guess.” Taehyung sighs, pushing the plate away and taking a sip from his strawberry juice instead.

“That’s a new one,” Jungkook says in slight concern. “You always eat that every time we come here.”

“Just let him be, you guys.” Namjoon chimes in, not looking up from his cell phone. “He’s probably just having a bad day.”

The whole table hums in agreement and resorts to their own eating. Jungkook continues munching on the assortment of fruits on his plate – being a bunny hybrid calls for a strictly vegetarian diet – while the rest happily chowed down on plates of meat and fish.

Jungkook is the only prey hybrid at the table – Jimin and Seokjin being dog hybrids, Namjoon and Hoseok both wolf hybrids, and Yoongi a panther hybrid. Surprisingly, despite the difference in species, Jungkook fit into their group well and only ever freaked out whenever there were slight scuffles between members and the fangs were brought out.

“Oh, look, Kookie, there’s Ji-Eun…” Hoseok nudges the youngest in the side with his elbow.

“Hyung…” Jungkook covers his blushing face with two sweater paws. “You said you were going to stop making fun of me.”

“I thought you knew me better than that, Kook.” Hoseok grins evilly.

Jungkook replies with a despondent sigh.

“Who’s her friend?” Namjoon asks as he watches the group of three – Ji-Eun, Seulgi, and another girl – walk up to the cash register to order.

“Hmm…I’m not sure. She might be new?” Seokjin answers, cheeks full of meat and rice.

Everyone watches in disgust as he swallows the giant wad of food only to shovel another pile back into his mouth. How he fits all that food in his mouth without choking – the world may never know.

“Anyways…” Yoongi trails off as he wills himself to ignore the sloppy chewing sounds assaulting his left ear. “I think her name is Y/N or something. She’s been here since sophomore year.”

Everyone’s attention suddenly jerks back to Taehyung as he spews his strawberry juice all over the table. Even customers from other tables glance in distaste at the boy before turning back to their own conversations. Thankfully, the trio at the cash register don’t notice Taehyung’s embarrassing blunder.

“Jesus, Tae, what the fuck? I just upgraded my phone.” Jimin wipes away at the juice sticking to the table and to a good portion of his phone screen. “What was that about?”

Taehyung unknowingly glances at the cash register, his eyes briefly scanning over your face, before turning back to Jimin.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Unfortunately for Taehyung, Jimin could read him like a book and immediately shifts in his seat to stare in the direction of the three girls. Upon turning back, Taehyung is greeted with his dumb, shit-eating grin.

“Oooo, Taehyung has a little crush!”

“Ooh, on who?

“Hyung, you like Ji-Eun too?”

“I never knew you liked Seulgi?”

“No, I don’t like Ji-Eun or Seulgi or…” Taehyung mumbles, unable to finish his sentence.

“Oh, I see.” Hoseok holds in a cackle. “You’re into that other girl, huh?”

“No.” Taehyung answers firmly, ripping off a piece of his croissant and sending a scatter of crumbs across the table.

“Hmm, we have a liar on our hands.” Jimin chortles alongside Hoseok, the two evils silently plotting their scheme.

“So, if I go ask her out right now, you wouldn’t mind?” Hoseok asks innocently.

“You don’t even know her name.” Taehyung hisses.

Hoseok raises an eyebrow. “So you do have a problem with me asking her out?”

“Nope.” It takes everything within Taehyung not to growl. “I don’t care.”

“Okay then…” Hoseok sends Taehyung a kind smile (Taehyung holds back an eye roll) before pushing himself off his chair and heading over towards the cash register.

“Oh shit.”

All laugh except Taehyung who consciously suppresses his burning jealousy as he watches Hoseok taps you on the shoulder. As you turn to face him, your eyes instantly widen at Hoseok’s dominating presence. Even before Hoseok can utter another word, you stutter out a quick response before linking arms with Seulgi and shuffling out of the entrance of the coffee shop with the other two girls who shake their heads, uttering unheard words of encouragement to their shy friend.

“What was that about?” Seokjin raises an eyebrow as Hoseok struts back to the table.

Hoseok shrugs. “I don’t know, I just said hi and she acted as if I murdered her entire family.”

“She’s just shy,” Namjoon surmises. “I think I had art with her last semester, and she was always really quiet. I just didn’t know she was that shy.”

“So, how did you know her, Taehyung?”

Jimin is greeted with an empty chair and half-eaten croissant.

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the-queer-look · 5 years ago

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Bee Yourself

When viewed from outside, the LGBTQIA+ community, is portrayed as a single, homogenous culture, with a few socially accepted experiences which cisgendered, heterosexual society expects use to conform to. In reality, the LGBTQIA+ community is an umbrella term for a multitude of distinct cultures, united by shared commonalities. This narrow view of what it means to be a part of our community can be extremely damaging to those looking to find themselves.

The Queer Look seeks to explore the identities and experiences of people within the LGBTQIA+ community. To show the many facets that make up a person, and the ways in which we express our identities physically.

The Queer Look aims to show that just because someone does not follow a traditionally accepted path to their identity, and does not conform to all stereotypes associated with that identity, that their experience is not less valid. A gay man who comes out in his forties is no less gay. A Lesbian who has had several boyfriends is no less a lesbian. A trans woman who does not want to wear dresses is no less a woman. And a trans man who refuses top surgery is no less a man.

We are here. We are queer. And we are as unique and distinct as the colours on our flags.

p.s. True to form, I was so excited about the first interview/photoshoot that I forgot to set up the recording equipment. Luckily, Bee took the time to answer a questionnaire that I sent after the fact, hoping to recapture the questions and answers received on the day.

Preferred Name: Bee

Age: 21

Location: Lewisham

Occupation/field of study etc: Receptionist, Arts - History/Gender Studies

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Gender: Non Binary

How would you dress yourself on an average day?

On the day-to-day I pretty much have a uniform! You will always find me in high waisted jeans, a white graphic tee and maroon Doc Martens. Some days I wear a binder but some days I don’t, depending on my dysphoria and level of laziness… I also always have colourful socks on because even if you can’t see them in my Docs I still love them.

At what point did you realise that you were Bisexual?

I think I properly realised when I was at college in university. I was sitting at the dining table with a friend and we were going through my tinder which had all genders selected (although tinder was still pretty binary then…) and we were both commenting on how hot we thought everyone was. Another friend came and joined us and asked what we were doing, to which we of course answered: “oh we’re just looking at hot girls on tinder”. I asked her what she thought of the girl we were currently looking at and she said “oh no I’m not into women” I ended up asking her again because I couldn’t quite wrap my head around what she meant… and in response she said “I’m not really attracted to her because I’m straight.” I think at that point I was like, oh…. I thought everyone was just attracted to everyone??? Which in retrospect I can only eyeroll a bit at my poor baby self… because it really did take me way to long to put it all together… So even though that was the exact moment, I think that was more like the moment I discovered the label applied to me rather than the moment I realised.

At what point did you realise that you were Non-Binary?

I think it was probably a similar experience to discovering I was bisexual. I realised over a year ago now when I was in USYD Queer Revue in 2018. Being around a community of trans people was something I’d never had before and listening to everyone talk about gender and how they felt made me realise that I had a lot of the same feelings… I bought a binder during the show and trying it on I just felt so like myself? I still sometimes feel insecure that I don’t have the classic narrative of knowing I was non-binary since I was a child, because it’s the narrative a lot of mainstream media likes to use for transness. But I think I needed the time to be experiment with femininity before I finally was able to put a name to how uncomfortable I’d been with it for most of my life. I think realising I was non-binary was a lot of putting pieces together rather than a moment of instant clarity. But I’m glad it took me awhile to experiment and figure out what identity fit me.

Have you noticed a distinct change in the way you present yourself from before these realisations to after? How has this changed since?

Definitely!!! I guess the first thing is that I stopped wearing things that make me uncomfortable! When I first came out I tried so hard to fit into the “traditional” narrative of being non-binary, which for afab non-binary people boils down to “if you’re not masc you’re not non-binary”. I wore my binder constantly, I lovvvved button ups and I wore a lot of low-waisted pants and baggy jumpers. After awhile I realised that it didn’t make me as happy as I thought it would, because even though I wasn’t being forced to perform femininity, I was still performing my gender. Now I think what I wear lies somewhere in the middle of what I used to wear before and after coming out. Before I came out I definitely tried as hard as I could to be the “perfect woman”. Lots of femme cut tops, dresses, skirts, heels (which god I hate wearing… just like so much…) and make-up. I still have a few of the clothing pieces I wore back then, but almost all of my wardrobe is completely different. I still wear elements now of what I used to wear – I have always been a jeans and graphic t-shirt person - but I now style them in very different ways.

I’ve also started to reclaim some of the things I vehemently rejected when I was in my masc phase. When I first came out I vowed I would never wear make-up again. But now I’ve come to love wearing make-up as a form of expression when I’m going out or to a party. I still feel pretty dysphoric wearing it day to day, but wearing colourful and bold make-up is something I’ve come to love again. I’ll also very occasionally wear a dress if I feel like it, but I tend to just wear the things that make me comfortable. Now basically all I wear is high-waisted jeans, they don’t give me a very masculine silhouette but when I see myself in photos or in the mirror I look like myself. I joke a lot that I wear a lot of dad fashion, and I think that’s maybe what I’ve become most comfortable in, knowing that people are probably still going to read me as a woman no matter what I wear (thank you heteronormativity…) so I may as well wear what makes me happy and for me that’s feeling like a fancy ass dad.

Do you believe that there is any weight to stereotypes about the way people dress based on their sexuality/gender? e.g. bi people tuck in their shirts, lesbians wear flannel etc. Do you believe that there are inherent differences in the way that lgbt+ people present themselves that make them more visible to other members of the community?

Oh god as someone who adheres to all the stereotypes (eep) this is a hard question! But yes, I think so. I think it really depends on the generation and identity. But I think a lot of people do wear things to make ourselves visible to each other. Whether that’s subtle things like adhering to stereotypes or more overt things like wearing activist or identity shirts.

But a lot of it just comes from LGBT+ culture. There’s an obvious style, way of talking, relating, and expression that LGBT+ people have developed historically and that almost all of us continue to participate in. I think a lot of it comes from musicians, particularly drag or music videos, historical figures like Bowie but now from lots of different singers like Janelle Monáe, Troye Sivan, Kim Petras, King Princess etc etc. I think stereotypes have developed because our culture is so prevalent, and most LGBT+ people adopt stereotypes unconsciously because we surround ourselves with people who express themselves in certain ways and are inspired by them. So, while sometimes we actively try to become visible to each other, I think it’s more that we’re all just hopelessly and lovingly enthralled in our own culture.

Do you feel that a lack of lgbt+ representation in media contributes to a more narrow, shared understanding of lgbt+ fashion, when compared to cis/het counterparts?

Oh god yes. Yes yes yes. Coming out as non-binary I think a lack of representation was so much of what contributed to me struggling with my identity. Before I came out I knew only ONE famous non-binary person… Ash Hardell I’m looking at you. While knowing about Ash was really helpful to me and representation of any form of expression is so important, the overwhelming narrative for afab non-binary people is that if you’re not masc presenting you’re not non-binary. For awhile that meant I tried so so hard to validate my identity by presenting as masculine as I possibly could. I cut my hair, I wore a binder every damn day, I wore joggers and button-ups, I wore hoodies constantly (because apparently to me that was the height of masculinity??). But after doing that for awhile, I realised I was just as unhappy eradicating every ounce of femininity from myself as I was when it was all I expressed. I think going through that process of experimentation was really important for me to realise that instead of trying to fit into what cis/het culture expected non-binary people to look like, I needed to just be myself first and wear what I love and want to wear and know myself that being non-binary is still part of who I am. And a HUGE part of that process was also finding femme presenting non-binary people, especially afab femme enbies. For me it helped enormously in accepting my body and realising that I didn’t have to hate it as violently as I was because it didn’t fit into the definition it was supposed to. Finding people like Dorian Electra (omg please do yourself a favour and look them up they are the epitomy of my gender), Alok Vaid-Menon, Tillett Wright, Sasha Velour etc etc made me realise that there are more ways to be non-binary than just one. Which is what is so damaging about having less representation – it only validates one path, so either you have to bush-bash yourself a new one (which is insanely tiring, emotionally exhaustive and scary) or you have to squeeze yourself into the one path that is provided for you to claim validity. Honestly, I could go on and on about representation but yes it’s so goddamn important. So Mark Zuckerberg and inc. if you’re reading this like I know you are FIX IT YOU HAVE SO MUCH MONEY PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD FIX IT.

When you are in an exclusively lgbt+ setting, do you feel pressured to “play up” your queerness? If so, does this heightened queer exterior feel more true to yourself?

Yes, I think there are still definitely elements of performance to being in a queer space. Sometimes they can be negative, which generally come from the part of me that is still insecure about my identity and worried about how valid I am. I think a lot of queer spaces still hold at their core a performance of queerness that can be a bit exhausting? As cliché as it is, watching Hannah Gadsby’s Nannettereally helped me understand that. Because part of being queer is finding ways to survive, and so much of queer culture revolves around making jokes about our experiences that sometimes are so limiting in how they allow us to exist. We are all just so starved of space to talk about queerness, that when we can I think we all tend to fall into the trap of performing our identities as much as humanly possible. I’m really curious about how other queer people feel about it, but I think for me there is definitely an element of performance that I still struggle with a little. However, I am still so indebted and so in love with queer spaces and queer people. I always feel so at ease being around people who share a way of thinking. And I mean hey, I’m queer, performing is in my blood.

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guksauce · 5 years ago

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✨Paradise✨

Description: Ryung finds herself caught in a dream she never thought she’d have after receiving an invitation by her older brother, Kim Nam-joon, to join him on the road with 6 other members of Worldwide famous, BTS.

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Chapter 1 •Guilt•

“Ryung, are you almost ready? We’re going to be late sis.” My ears perked up when my brother called from the bottom of the stairs and I was reminded of the journey I was about to take. Namjoon stood at the door to hold it open for me and tapped his foot to whatever rhythm was pulsing through his soul. I couldn’t help but admire him, smirking for just a moment before I came hopping down the stairs.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked, amusement written all over his face as he ruffled my hair.

“Making fun of you for being so impatient, Joonie.” I said and pushed past him, winking. He chuckled happily and helped me shove my bag into the trunk and raised his eyes to me.

“Its good to have you around again kid.” He said, gently pinching my chin with a smile before retreating to the driver’s side.

The drive felt almost too short as I watched the world pass by until we pulled up to BigHits studio and climbed out. My mind was still stuck on one of the songs we sang together in the car, our faces; ridiculous attempts at corny performances as I hummed the tune quietly and walked through the front entrance. We laughed in the car on the way here between chorus’s and rolled the windows down as we drove across the bridge to let everyone hear how much fun we were having. Not a care in the world.

I hadn’t seen Namjoon in probably 5 years. As soon as he moved out, he was on to bigger and better things than working in our family’s small street restaurant. Before long he was the leader of a group called BTS. One that had now become worldwide famous, and impressively so. Our parents couldn’t be prouder regardless of the pain it brought them. Almost every year since BTS debuted, they’ve been on tour and television and radio and numerous other entertainment shows, and only were able to visit home every so often. By the time he was available to come home, I would be studying at school and working, though I could have very well asked to come home to spend time with him after having not seen him for so long. Through all of it we tried to stay in touch. He understood that I was just trying to make a life for myself and did nothing but encourage me. We are close in a nonconventional way and it works, though the guilt I feel for not knowing as much as I should about my brothers passion is overbearing sometimes.

“They’re very excited to meet you. Hoseok and Yoongi have been asking about you all week.” I looked to Namjoon, my eyes squinting in the sunlight, and grinned.

“How unusual for Yoongi.” We grinned at each other, sharing a look of equal sarcasm as we walked inside.

The hallways were bustling with life, BigHit worker bee’s buzzing around, getting all the necessary things done to assure the best outcome for when it came time for BTS to take the stage again. I was impressed with how focused everyone seemed to be. But even through their professional state, they all bowed to Joonie and me and greeted us individually as we made our way to the dance practice room. Just as we reached the door I stopped in my tracks and balled my hands into fists. Taking a deep breath, I already felt oddly out of place in this building and I hadn’t even met the most important people.

“What’s wrong Ry?” Namjoon’s hand rested on the handle, turning it slowly as he looked at me and my heart skipped a beat in my chest as I threw my hands forward.

“Wait! Wait, wait…” I started and cleared my throat. “What if they don’t like me Joonie?” I asked quietly and he stared at me blankly for what seemed like forever as I waited for him to give me an honest answer. It surprised me, to say the least, when he threw his head back and started laughing manically, slapping the wall to keep himself from doubling over. I started to laugh as well but it quickly turned into a groan of annoyance when he finally composed himself and spoke calmly, trying to catch his breath.

“Aaiishhh, my stomach. I’m sorry, but that’s hilarious. And insane by the way. They love everyone. They will definitely like you.” He said, trying valiantly to wash away the nervous breakdown I was about to have, and pushed open the door, holding his hand out to me. Thankfully, taking it made my stomach stop churning so much and I took another deep breath, stepping through the threshold with him. He kept me behind him at first and I gripped the back of his shirt for an extra boost of confidence.

“Hey guys.” Namjoon said to the group of men I knew were standing in front of him. I could hear heavy breathing and giant gulps of water as they all came walking up to him.

“You’re late hyung.” A low voice spoke, and I could feel Namjoon’s body shake with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. I brought a surprise with me though.” He said.

“A surprise? Where?” Another of the members asked, the voice soft and fluffy, like a cloud. I took the opportunity to peak my head around Joonie’s arm and smiled.

“RYUNG-SSI!” Hoseok yelled, the first of them all to notice and he pulled me from my hiding spot to trap me in a hug. I giggled as he lifted me off my feet and spun me before letting me back down.

“Look at you Ryung-ssi, you’ve grown up! You’re so beautiful!” He exclaimed in perfect English and took my hand, lifting it so he could spin me around. I laughed and hugged him again.

“Me? Listen to you Hobi, your English is so good now! I’m proud of you!” His smile grew wider so as he looked up to Namjoon.

“You can thank your brother for that. He’s been teaching all of us.” I heard Yoongi say as he approached us and enveloped me in a hug. It was my turn to be surprised. Over the years Joonie would facetime me almost every other night, to check on me, our parents, and to make sure everything was going ok at home while he was on the road, and Yoongi and Hobi were always with him. I felt like I knew both well, and that being said, Yoongi never struck me as the kind of person that would, of his own will, accept physical contact of any form. I was flattered and It made me smile as I cuddled a little deeper in his arms before he could pull away.

“Guys this is my little sister, Ryung.” Joonie announced to the others and continued to introduce me to the rest of the members, pointing first to the one with the fluffy pink hair.

“This is Jimin.” Jimin was beautiful. His face was flawless, though all their faces were, and his eyes turned into cute crescent moons as he smiled at me and waved.

“Its nice to meet you Ryung-ssi.”

“This is Jin.” He pointed to the next. He was tall and broad shouldered, but his features were soft and playful as he smiled and pointed at himself.

“That’s me. You can just call me Worldwide Handsome. It rolls off the tongue better.” He joked, or didn’t joke, either way it made me giggle as he waved just as Jimin had. “Its nice to meet you.”

The next was already smiling from ear to ear a smile SO boxy it made me squeal and pinch his cheeks, to which he did the same to me and laughed.

“Namjoon-hyung, she’s like a puppy!” Tae. I recognized him as much as I did the others, through magazine covers and funny video’s that would appear on my social media accounts. Much like Jimin, he was utterly adorable, and I had also been so excited to meet him one day. Behind me, Joonie laughed and clapped his hands at our silly show of affection. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Ryung-ssi.” He said in perfect English, his accent only adding more adorableness to him.

“You too Taehyung.” I turned to Namjoon, releasing Tae’s face, and praised him for his English teaching. I’d seen interviews of him online talking about how watching Friends helped him learn English. It always gave me a sense of pride and nostalgia, remembering the late nights we would stay up during summer holiday, gorging ourselves on chips and too many soft drinks while we copied what the actors were saying. I would always get so mad at him for picking on me while we tried to learn, but then would always end up laughing at each other when we would get it wrong.

The last of the men to greet me was one I had avoided eye contact with since Joonie and I walked through the door. There was nothing wrong with him…God, everything about him is so right. I really didn’t know anything about him but much like the interviews, pictures of his latest outfit or selfies, always float around my social media.

“And this is Jungkook.” He had his arms crossed as he leaned to the right with his head tilted just slightly as he examined his shoes. His hair had grown since the last time I saw him in a video or picture. It suits him really well. I thought as he lifted his eyes to me for the first time and smiled a small smile, bowing his head briefly, giving me ample opportunity to watch as his hair fell just over his eyes before waving.

“Nice to meet you.” He said quickly and I returned the bow.

“You as well Jungkook.” I replied, a little disappointed by how uninterested he seemed as well as distracted, but I smiled anyway hoping to ease the tension written in his body language somehow.

“Alright guys.” Namjoon stepped forward, resting his hand on my shoulder, and flashed a toothy smile. “Let’s get to work.”

I was mesmerized by their ability to dance and stay together. I was as clumsy as they came so it was satisfying to see them move as a unit. They were perfect in every way, hitting every beat of the music with ease. I smiled in the mirror when Jimin pointed at me during one of the songs and blushed when their bodies rolled effortlessly in time with the song they danced to now. It was one I hadn’t heard yet but loved. I heard one of the staff say it was called ‘Dimple’. It was catchy and cute and made it hard not to move along with it. So as not to be a distraction, I saved myself the embarrassment of trying to dance in front of them, and settled with just swaying my hips side to side until the song was over.

I made the mistake of clapping when they were done. Not that I didn’t want to but the room was unexpectedly silent for at least 3 dozen people to have just watched 7 men kick ass, the only audible noise the sound of their heavy breathing, but I was just so impressed with their performance that it was inevitable. They all looked to me in the reflection of the mirror they danced in front of with confused faces along with all the staff in the room with us. So much for embarrassing myself…

Putting my hands down, I gripped them behind my back and leaned against the wall, looking away from the mirror as they all came running over for a drink of water.

“Thank you. For clapping, I mean. No one ever claps for us here because it’s just practice, but that was a nice feeling.” Jin’s voice was clear and kind as I looked up at him. He smiled and gently pinched my chin between his fingers before walking away with his water, plopping down onto the floor.

“AISSHHH IM SO TIRED!” He yelled and sprawled out like a starfish, the others following suit. I was thankful for his yelling diverting the unwanted and awkward attention I was feeling. I built up the courage to leave the wall and sat in the middle of the group as they relaxed.

“You guys are incredible. That was amazing. No wonder army loves you so much.” It was true, I could see now why their fanbase was so vast and supportive. They worked hard to show them everything they had, every time and I felt lucky to be a part of it all.

(LATER THAT NIGHT)

“So, this is how you spend your evenings? It’s nice to have a meal like this together.” The rest of the day had gone by quickly and the night was coming to an end as we all crowded around the table in Namjoon’s hotel room. Boxes of local Asian cuisine covered every inch of its rectangular surface while we all dug into the different choices, some noodles here, some chicken there. They all hummed agreements to my question and statement and continued to stuff themselves with their chopsticks. It reminded me of those moments in anime when the characters would shovel whatever they were eating into their mouths wildly and with a quickness. That’s exactly what they all were, great characters.

“Yeah, we try to come together whenever we can to talk about any questions or concerns about any upcoming shows. We also take this time to talk about how were feeling and doing. Kind of like a check-up to make sure everything is going smoothly.” Yoongi explained and slurped up another noodle from his bowl.

I smiled, looking down at the takeout box in my hand, halfway empty with noodles. Without meeting their gazes, I took a moment to think through what I was going to say to them next. The day with them all proved to me just how close they all were as I watched them interact with each other. Especially how they behaved with Joonie. It proved to me just how much I didn’t know about my brother and his personality and his family. I felt…well…guilty for not being more involved in his life and with the people that meant the most to him.

“Thank you, guys, for taking care of Joonie. He’s found something very special here with all of you.” I spoke softly but jumped when Hoseok sat up straight and coughed up part of his food, grains of sticky rice falling from his lips as he laughed.

“JOONIE?!” He exclaimed with his eyes wide and a hearty laugh escaping him as Tae patted him on the back, joining in on the laughter with the others.

“I don’t need taken care of!” Namjoon yelled and faked a pout.

“What a cute nick-name! Joonie!” Hoseok managed to shout this time without spitting his food out onto himself and the floor.

“Baby Joonie.” Yoongi said and smiled a cheesy smile, sticking his tongue out at Namjoon who rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Aaisshh! Cut it out! Ryung-ssi, why did you have to say that around them?”

“Ow! he’s blushing!” Jin said and laughed, swatting at his knee, almost laughing himself off the end of the couch, making Namjoon point and laugh.

Watching them together was like…watching Friends with my brother all those years ago. He was smiling and laughing like we used to when we were kids, his whole aura lighting up like a Christmas tree the more they bothered him about my nickname for him in the same way he would pick on me for not being able to say the name ‘Rachel’ right for the first few months of our English experiment. Everything went into slow motion as they all laughed together and picked on one another. I felt myself shrinking further away as I listened to their voices blend together, thinking that if I said anything, it would be like a knife. I don’t want to cut into this…

Setting my noodles on the table, I stood, unsure of where exactly I was going to go but knowing I needed to get out of there now before I ruined the mood for them. I put on a show of yawning and stretching my arms high above my head so that none of them would find my change in my demeanor suspicious before making my way to the door and out stepped into the hallway without bothering them. I lent against the door after shutting it behind me, their presence trying to pull me back into the room to enjoy the fun of bullying my brother with them, but my room was just 3 doors down. The crisp white sheet and fluffy pillows on the bed were beckoning me to lay down. It seemed best that I let them have their time together.

2 Hours later I heard them all come shuffling down the hallway, splitting up in different directions to their own rooms for the night and I sighed, sinking down further under my blanket. 3 knocks at my door made me sit up rod straight, thinking maybe it was Joonie coming to ask me why I left so suddenly. I panicked and looked around in my mind, desperately searching for an explanation or excuse that would be suitable enough to not make him worry. Climbing out of bed I tied my robe around me tight and walked to the door, raking my hand through my hair worriedly as I swung it open and started talking immediately.

“I’m so sorry I left so soon Joon…ie…oh. Hi, Jungkook?” To my surprise, Namjoon wasn’t on the other side of the door but rather the last person I expected to come knocking on my door in the middle of the night. A fluttering feeling rumbled in my chest as he stood over me, a smirk settling on his lips when I realized it was him.

“Hi. I uh…just wanted to check on you. You left without saying anything earlier, so…” He said nervously, rubbing the back of his head. I took my hand from my hair and nodded, stepping to the side.

“Would it be ok if we talked for a little bit?” I asked and he nodded. Now was as good a time as any to get over this ridiculous feeling. What better way than to dive right in?

“Of course.” He walked through the door and followed me out onto the balcony. We leaned against the railing and looked out over the city. The air was warm, and the neighborhood was busy, the nightlife buzzing quickly around the streets, the lights bright and the people brighter regardless of the dark sky.

“Namjoon is doing so well.” I said and stared at a neon sign in one of the restaurants windows across the street. We stayed quiet like this for what felt like an hour as I collected my thoughts. “I don’t feel like I should be here.” I stated honestly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jungkook look in my direction and rest his chin in his palm.

“Why do you feel like that? Has something happened?” He asked and I shook my head vigorously.

“No, no, not at all! I…” I turned to him then and stuck my hands out in front of me, afraid I had offended him. “No, you guys have been wonderful to me since I arrived, really. I just…Let me start over.” I insisted and I sat in one of the chairs, shaking my head clear as he followed suit waiting for me to try again. “I don’t really know what I’m feeling. I feel like a terrible sister for not spending more time with Joonie. I feel like I’m interrupting something I have no right to be a part of because I haven’t been here since the beginning like I should have been. I feel like…I’m in the way. I don’t know what to talk about when I’m around all of you, though I really should because you guys and all of this is such a huge part of my brother’s life and I’ve just missed all of it. But also because you’re all so awesome. I’m mad at myself for not trying harder to be with him or to visit while you guys were touring. I feel so selfish for picking myself over him, for not being better…I could have been better.” My words were starting to turn into mumbled sobs by the end and I couldn’t control the tears that kept threatening to spill out as one dropped from my bottom lashes.

“Hey, woah. Don’t cry princess. Hey, its okay.” He spoke softly, just barely over a whisper and reached out to me. He cupped his hands over my cheeks and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears that ran down to my chin. “Look, Namjoon…is not the type to care about that stuff. I’m sure he doesn’t mind that you were trying to live your life. You’re his baby sister no matter where you go and no matter what happens. Why would he bring you here if he didn’t want you here? Why would he bring you here if he had even the slightest doubt that you wouldn’t fit in with the rest of us. He must have seen something in us that reminded him of you, to make him want so badly for you to come all this way to meet us.” I kept my eyes shut as I listened to him speak and focused on the timber of his voice, soft and calming. He gently pinched my chin and lifted it, making me open my eyes and look at him for the first time since id started babbling. I found myself swimming in dark honey orbs. I was acutely aware now, of the term of endearment he’d used just moments ago, and tried with all my might not to let the blush I could feel coming on get out of hand as he continued to speak.

“The way you pinched Tae’s cheeks was the first real signal I got that you belong with us. And he called you a puppy. He loves puppies. If that isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is.” He chuckled, the smile spreading on his face reaching his eyes this time, reminding me of how coldly he looked at me when we first got to practice earlier today. I made a mental note to confront him about it at a later time.

I looked over his face, memorizing every detail while he kept hold of my cheeks and made sure to get every tear that spilled from me. His skin was flawless, the bridge of his nose; thin and sculpted to perfection, his eyes dark and smoldering. His lips were plump and pink and parted slightly, revealing his white teeth. And just under his bottom lip was a single beauty mark, right in the center. An imperfection that couldn’t possibly be able to make him more attractive yet somehow it did.

“You don’t have to worry any more about whether or not you fit in here. Just be yourself and I promise you’ll be ok.”

He was right and I knew it already. I knew my thoughts were silly, but I genuinely didn’t want to pop up in the middle of something my brother was already so immersed in. I swallowed and clenched my jaw as I dropped my eyes to the floor and nodded. He pushed back my hair, curling it around my ear, his fingertips tickling the sensitive skin on my neck at the base of my ear as I looked back up at him. His smile was enough to make he feel better.

“Hello, anyone home?” Jungkook and I jumped back away from each other as though we’d both been doing something we shouldn’t have and cleared our throats. Trying to keep my heartbeat at a safe pace, I swallowed once more for extra measure and called out to my brother who I could see through the blinds checking the bathroom to see if I was there.

“Out here Joonie!” I called and stole a glance at Jungkook. He had sunk further into the chair he sat in and pulled his phone out from his pocket. I giggled at his attempt to look normal, though he didn’t need to try so hard.

“There you are. I was wondering where you went.” Namjoon said, stepping outside onto the balcony with us. He glanced down at Jungkook and then back to me. I couldn’t quite gauge the expression on his face, a mix between good and bad. “Hey Jungkook.” He said.

“Hello Hyung-ssi.” Junkook replied, standing to lean against the balcony railing again.

“I just came to say goodnight and to tell you to prepare for a day outside. We got the day off tomorrow and there’s a beach we always come to when were home and have some time off. It’s just a little out of town so that’s where we will be going. You brought your swimming gear, right?” Joonie asked with a wide smile and gave me 2 thumbs up when I nodded briskly. “Alright come here.” He scooped me up in a hug he didn’t know I needed, and I wrapped my arms around his torso tighter than I normally would have, nuzzling my face into his chest.

“Are you ok sis?” He asked me in English, reminding me again of who my brother is. I nodded against his chest before pulling away.

“Alright, get some sleep. Ill see you in the morning.” He said and kissed the top of my head before heading back to his room, but not before taking another questioning look in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook turned to me then and I gave him no warning before hugging him too, tightly like I did for Joonie and listened to his heartbeat. It took him a moment, but he finally thawed and wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on top of my head.

“Thank you for talking with me tonight. You really made some things clear to me. I feel a lot better about my place here.” I whispered and heard him huff a small laugh through his nose as he squeezed me a little tighter, rubbing my back in slow circles.

“No problem. I’m here to listen if anything ever bothers you. I’m here for you for anything if you need it.” He also spoke in English, his accent making a few of the words sound a little off but it was so cute I didn’t even care. It was just more proof that with these 7 men was, no, IS exactly where I needed to be. I vowed to be more open and more myself when I was around them from now on.

Giving Jungkook one more squeeze, I walked him to the door and thanked him again. He bowed and quickly gave my chin a small grab before leaving me to my thoughts for the night. New thoughts now, positive and happy, flooded my mind in place of the ones that had been building walls in my head. That night was the first in weeks that I drifted peacefully off to sleep, without any problem, to the hum of the city below.

{Hello everyone! I hope all of you are doing well and learning to love yourself through all of it. This is my first time posting a BTS fan fiction, so I hope I’ve done a good job. Let me know what you think if you decide to give it a read! To all my fellow army, I love you! Enjoy, lovely’s! -MissJK❣️}

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to fall in love 02 | kim taehyung

➢ summary: in the end, he loves you and you love him, as long as you do then anything is possible.

➢ genre: seriously just fluff, I mean maybe some angst if you reaallly look(?) but we fluffy around here hehe

➢ a/n: my views on how I wrote this are mixed hahaha so I might end up rewriting it idk but I do hope you like this loves!

••

part one | part two | part three

your relationship with taehyung was like honey. sticky and sweet, messy at times but you constantly come back for more. it took a lot for you to open him up but once you did, he was always something unpredictable.

his love was a rare one indeed and he never let any insecurities or flaws of yours stop him from showering you in his love. no matter what the fans said, family, friends, his puppy love towards you had become something deeper and you felt it.

••

you knocked on the door of taehyung’s designated art room, which was really the spare room in your apartment. moments later you were greeted with the sound of his gruff,”come in.”

opening the door slowly, you looked around with familiarity at the canvas decorated room. paints and brushes were collectively scattered everywhere and he sat in the middle of the room with his back to you. you couldn’t help but bite your lip watching his back muscles move under the white t-shirt he was wearing. the short sleeves rolled up as his arm flexed with his quick movements across the canvas.

you felt your heart race at the sight of him since you had spent all day at your friends house getting your hair done. even though you craved to take some medicine and go to sleep from your throbbing headache, you had to see your baby first.

he paused as he finished a brush stroke to turn and greet you, giving you a good look at his glasses that were balanced on his nose, his freshly dyed mint green locks and the silver rings adorning his long fingers.

smiling at you, he put aside his paint and paintbrush to pull you into his lap, leaning quick to kiss you lovingly.

“I missed you,”he whispered against your lips then leaned back to get a good look at your new hairstyle. light brown faux locs that shaped your face perfectly, smirking he played with the end of one, making sure not to pull too hard.

“beautiful as always, but I think this is one of my favorite looks on you.”

“oh really?”you asked wrapping your arms around his neck,”mhm.”he kissed you once more before squeezing the side of your thigh.

“are you excited to meet the boys tomorrow?” you shrugged,”more nervous than anything.”

“you’ve already met them technically over video chat before, they are excited to see you.” he brushed his lips against your jaw, pressing a delicate kiss there. “you know, I’ve always pictured what it would be like if we had sex right here in this room.”

“you say that about every room in this house, can’t we leave this one pure?”

he chuckled still letting his lips trail down your neck, leaving butterfly kisses on your collarbone.

“yeah nice try, but I have to pack for the boat trip still and you’re not getting out of helping me.”

taehyung groaned planting his head on your chest with a muffled,”i had to try.”

••

“y/n!” hoseok was the first to notice you when taehyung led you down the dock to the boat. you giggled as he did a little run,sweeping you up into a hug.

“hobi! I missed you!”

“I could say the same but tae is constantly showing us videos of you, how can we possibly miss you.” taehyung groaned,”hyung,stop exposing me.” hoseok grinned finally letting back down on your own two feet.

“come on, everyone else is already on the boat, hope you both brought your swimsuits.”

the boys were hosting a boat party with a few friends to go scuba diving and thought it was a perfect way to get to spend more time with you and get to know you. taehyung held your waist as hoseok led the two of you onto the boat, bowing and greeting staff members as you went. everyone was out on the main deck, drinks had already been poured and the sun was out. though you had on a sheer white cover up, it wasn’t much to hide your royal blue two piece that shaped your body just right.

so when you entered the main deck, all eyes naturally drifted to the one that stood out from head to toe. however, you weren’t expecting the members to cheer in sight of you.

“she has finally arrived! we have been awaiting to finally meet the queen who stole our taehyung’s heart,” namjoon stated, rising from his seat to hold your hands. “hey I’m here too! why aren’t any of you excited to see me?” taehyung mumbled, still pouting though jungkook wrapped a arm around his shoulders. “but we see you all the time! you’re just not that exciting anymore.”

“I’ve never felt so attacked in my whole life.”

“stop being dramatic! now y/n, come and sit and have a drink,we must give you all the dirt on tae before you get too serious.” jimin said pulling you to sit beside him and you laughed,”please inform me because he makes it out to me like he is the angel.”

“jimin if you want to keep your life-“

“no threats tae! we all got plenty of stories!”jungkook mused already sitting on the other side of you,”shall we tell her about the time taehyung spent the night with-“

“jungkook shut up!” taehyung cried but the other members were already all trying to tell you the story leaving taehyung an embarrassed but cute mess. the joking and teasing went on until you reached the diving location. everyone had a few glasses of wine and loosened up enough to now spill their own secrets to you instead of taehyung’s.

jin was the one to help you put on the scuba mask and kind of talk you through what to do. you trusted him more than the others since they were definitely more tipsy than he was.

taehyung was the one to hold you hand as you stood on the edge before jumping in. the crystal blue waters of the ocean swallowed you both in its crisp coolness and with the gear on, you could see everything. taehyung pulled you along, always looking over to you just to see that excited look in your eyes.

various colors of fish swam all around you, the rest of the members were playing around and pointing out things to you, but the best part was how you felt in the moment.

you had stressed so much about meeting his friends and putting on this great first impression when really they were the ones to really put on the show. swimming back up to the surface for air, taehyung pulled out his mouth piece to smile at you.

“you know, underwater your hair looks like little snakes,”he teased and you splashed water at him, your heart leaping at the sound of his childish laugh.

“ugh I hate you,” but taehyung didn’t believe that at all, moving to kiss your nose,”come on, let’s go down again.”

once you had gotten tired of diving and proving to jungkook countless times that he was the faster swimmer, you sat curled to taehyung’s side with your braids wrapped up in a towel.

you had your hand on his chest, loving the way he shuddered as your nails gently scratched against his sun kissed skin. heading back to shore, taehyung kept talking about eating all kinds of foods to eat for dinner but you were just happy enough to be there in that moment.

••

when it came to the fans, every time you had a new hairstyle, every outfit, every picture you took, especially with taehyung and the members, the fans never missed them.

for a while you had abandoned social media just to get a break from how many times your name was mentioned.

throughout your day, there were many fans that did want pictures with you and weren’t trying to call you all out your name and make you feel bad just for being with taehyung. but it was truly ones behind their phones and computer screens that tried to make you feel small.

but taehyung was always right there, always there to remind you that those comments weren’t important. every time taehyung saw you even remotely trying to read comments, he reminded you that,”it’s you and me in this relationship, not everybody else. stop caring so much about how they view you, they don’t know you.”

••

of course, friends and family had started bringing up children and marriage when your relationship was breaking the three to four year point. you both hadn’t exactly mentioned it really but it had always been in the back of your mind.’

one afternoon,taehyung was laying between your legs while you both were watching the best man. you were putting little braids in his hair, not exactly paying any attention to the movie, too caught up in your own thoughts.

taehyung had been pretty quiet as well, the only time he spoke was when he was asking a question or laughing at something in the movie. but when the scene of mia walking down the aisle came on and lance had began to cry, taehyung had interrupted your thoughts when he sat up and turned to face you.

“y/n, do you want to get married to me one day?”

your eyes widened in surprise, you almost couldn’t take his question seriously with the little braids sticking up all over his head.

“I mean uh if it was meant for us to.”

taehyung rolled his eyes at you playfully,”yes but I mean do you see it? is that what you want?”

“well what do you want?”

“I asked first.”

“touché.” you tilted your head and looked him over, his baby brown eyes looking at you just as lovingly and cutely as they did the first time you met, his bare face glistening with the moisturizer you put on it, his shirtless chest was bronze with a tan from your recent outing.

he had changed a lot physically since the first time you met him but the one thing that that hadn’t was the way he talked to you, now held you when you were scared or how he always kissed you like it was the last time.

how could you lie and say you couldn’t see a future with him? he never gave you any reason to not see daily life without him. you had been dating for a few years now and you had already acted like a married couple anyway, how much would a piece of paper really change?

“taehyung, do you really want to know what I see with you?”he nodded his head, his little brown braids flopping with it. smiling, you leaned forward to kiss his nose.

“I see us in this big house, with lots of animals and the strangest artworks. I see little brown babies running around your big eyes and your smile, I see us just being content and happy with one another that through every trial life puts us through, we always pull through. whether we are married or not, I see all of that with you.”

taehyung was quiet for a moment, his teeth catching his bottom lip in thought.

“so what if I want our babies to have your smile instead because I think honestly yours is better.”

you scrunched up your face,”really?”

he chuckled pressing a quick kiss to your lips,”yeah and well have chickens and goats and horses and pigs and dogs and-“

“I don’t know about all that-“

“but y/n! you said a lot of animals!”

“yeah! but I mean house pets!”

taehyung huffed shaking his head,”see, in our little family, it’s go big or go home. all our animals are going to be house pets and they are going to be loved and taken well care of always.”

“even with our careers and children?”

taehyung hummed pulling you close so this time you were laying between his legs, but his arms were secure around you.

“whatever trials life puts us through, we get through right?”

you nodded, kissing his arm,”right. so where’s my ring?”

“BUT DIDN’T YOU JUST SAY-“

“DON’T START YELLING AT ME.”

even though he sat there arguing with you for the next five minutes, little did you know he had already been looking at rings for the last two months and had finally picked one that was safely hidden awaiting for his proposal to you.

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