#and she has all 7 bts dolls.. why the fuck did i think she was normal.. i was stupid for expecting her to be normal

[mainfaggot]

ok so I decided to "go with the flow" and now I want to die about it a bit. (im being dramatic it's not that bad just annoying) basically I chilled with a classmate for two hours instead of one because I felt pressured to stick around longer since she seemed to like having me around which should be like YAYYYY SOMEONE THINKS IM CHARMING except that she's painfully heterosexual (she said she was straight bc i was talking about rv and I was like well im gay so obviously I like seulgi and she was like :0 oh cool! I didn't know that was a gay thing and I was like. oh christ. maybe she could be normal and now I've realized she isn't) get this: she unironically finds bang chan hot and her favourite member of wayv was Lucas and she still thinks he's innocent. she's nice to me but she's like. amongst the last ppl on earth whose opinions of me I gaf about. I want to be palatable to pretentiously artistic gay people with phds who are NOT RICH AND WHITE btw i hate elitists if that wasn't obvious

[roses-ruby]

BTS as types of Yandere

Warning: Yandere themes, Abusive relationships, Psychological manipulation, Selfharm, Submission, BDSM mention

The Gentleman.

Seokjin is the perfect man.

Sure, he acts goofy but he’s also handsome and polite. He jokes around with you, he cooks for you, he doesn’t even befriend other women and he’s even a big romantic at heart. Your friends want him and your parents adore him - you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend! So, in return, when he kindly asks you not to talk to other men or not to go out too much, it’s only natural that you listen. You taunt him about his slightly conservative and traditionalist nature. But what kind of a man who was raised with high standards and morals wouldn’t have one? When he tells you not to wear something in public - you don’t fucking wear it. When he tells you you’re going to be a stay at home mom - then that’s the end of the fucking discussion. And if you disobey him, then you deserve to be verbally berated until you change your mind. People call it abuse, but he calls it love. Trust him, he only has your best interest at heart. It’s the only way you’ll learn to obey your man and gain value as a female.

It’s the only way you’ll become his perfect woman.

Lowkey.

You never expected a grown man to be so whiny, especially not one who seemed so intimidating initially. “You were gone too long.” - “Why do you have to leave so often?” - “Who were you with?” - Holy shit, the way he was bombarding you with questions made you feel like you just came back from committing a statewide murder spree, even though you were only gone grocery shopping for approximately thirty minutes. But it’s fine, your husband was harmless. It was definitely strange being married to a rapper. You heard most of their true feelings and inner thoughts only came out when they wrote or performed. So it did worry you when he wrote a song about binding you in a cage and keeping you chained like his little pet. But you passed it off as kinks or some shit. And it definitely worried you when he freestyled about torturing and killing your guy best friend in graphic detail on stage, which ultimately led to said friend cutting off all contact with you. But you passed it off as adrenaline-filled, in-the-moment jealousy. Sure, Yoongi was either testy or silent for the majority of your relationship - but that didn’t mean the “real him” was a temperamental and obsessive psychopath.

...did it?

My way or the highway.

Hoseok made his standards clear for you since day one. This relationship will go by his terms, and only his terms. Which meant he got to go out whenever he wanted, yet you never did. He got to touch you when he felt like it, yet you had to ask permission. He got to have female friends, yet you didn’t get to have any - of any gender. You’ll understand one day, he tells you, but you think years will pass before that time arrives, because the truth was you didn’t and might never truly understand him. It terrified you how Hoseok, the friendliest, most carefree man you’ve ever met, can turn into someone so menacing. Someone who threatens your well-being when even the slightest part of his rule is broken. A section of him was detached, while the other section was a pure freak. All of his punishments were sexual, from bondage to torture. Sometimes you think he punished you on purpose just so he could teach you your place. You’re not sure if he had an addiction to total domination or if he just craved mummification and impact play.

All you know is that he had certain habits, and they all happen to revolve around you.

Daddy.

You roll up the door to your room.

Namjoon knew everything. At least that’s what it seems like. He was the smartest guy in your city - actually no - the smartest guy in your whole country. No other man could ever compete with the intellect and raw talent he possessed. You greatly admired him - which he also knew, of course. The one thing he understood the most in the world was you. He memorized your habits, every inch of your curves, the moles in your skin and even the pattern of your breath. He told you when to eat, when to sleep, who to [not] meet, and what to do for the day. Your needs had never been fulfilled to such an extent until he appeared by your side. And you knew then that no one could understand you better than him - not even yourself, which is why you took his words for scripture. Since then, you’ve done everything he told you to do without question. Crawling into your room, you turn around and roll the cage door back down before settling into one of the cushions in the corner.

It was almost 7, which meant daddy would be home soon, and then you could eat.

Kerosene in my hand.

Today in psychology class you had learned about psychological manipulation. You didn’t want to think like this, but the definition of the word reminded you of your boyfriend. Like when the professor talked about using underhand tactics to change social perceptions, you thought about the time Jimin kept flirting with your best friend until she fell for him, even while knowing you liked him. It led you to completely ostracize her from your life. Or when the teacher mentioned using deceit and lies to influence the thoughts of others, it made you remember the time Jimin told you about the things people were saying behind your back until you lost trust in everyone but him. Somehow, the whole ordeal of being gaslit really resonated with you, and you’re not even sure why. Jimin only did these things to protect you from others, you reason. You shouldn’t think like that - not when Jimin is the only person in this world who cares for you. Regretting what you just did, you beat yourself in the head with your fists in dismay. What kind of horrible person thinks these lies about the person who loves them more than anything?

The pain from your head and heart surrounded you in an agonizing heat as you began to cry, sitting down on your bed to text Jimin. You wanted him to come over, you wanted to tell him what you did and you wanted him to forgive you, so you could forgive yourself. He’d be able to tell your bad thoughts to go away, he’d be able to make you feel safe again. Jimin was right all along - the only thing you ever needed was him.

Artist at heart.

“Say ah~”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh my! Doll, you’re too pretty to be cursing.” Taehyung replies with a gasp, feigning shock as he places the caviar back on his plate. You roll your eyes and scoff. It’s usually a good thing if your boyfriend treats you like a priceless artifact, right? Well, not for you. Not when your boyfriend can actually place a price on you. $10,000 to be exact - $10,000 to a random thug so he could break the arms of the man who asked you for your number in the coffee shop.

“I heard about the man you hired, Tae. How many times will I tell you I’m not an object?”

“Everyone’s an object, doll.” Taehyung smirks, casually wiping his mouth with a linen napkin, “Some are just more...costly than others.”

You stare at the unbothered man in annoyance. His whole room was filled with original paintings, marbled statues, golden gadgets and silver trinkets. And in between it all, you had also started to feel like one of his art displays with the way he dressed you silk and bathed you in luxury - refusing to let others sully you by their dirty looks or touches. But then again, it isn’t too bad, you think as he brings the caviar and cream up to your lips yet again. He never hurts you - he’s never even raised his voice at you. You’re too precious for that, he says. And well, at least you’d never get injured or feel lonely with all the love and care he gives his possessions. So, with a sigh, you bite into the dessert he was offering you and watch him break out into a boxy grin.

He wasn’t so bad - just a little artist at heart.

Baby Boy?

(Are we surprised? No)

Your boyfriend was an enigma. Baby-faced, but with the body of Apollo. But he wasn’t just physically confusing. You had a hard time understanding him mentally as well. For one, he’d sternly tell you to do something but then get all teary-eyed if you dared say no. Then there were times where he’d swear he wasn’t jealous but he’d become green, red and purple at the mere mention of a guy in your life. In bed, he always preferred to be on top but the slightest pressure you applied turned him into a crying and whining bottom. You just didn’t get him, but it was definitely fun to press his buttons. It never occurred to you just how much you might enjoy making a tall-ass, jacked man into a whimpering and pouting mess, but you definitely enjoyed it nonetheless. Other girls would kill to be in your place, you were just so lucky. Everyday you’d get braver with your tests, whether it was flirting with other men or wearing skimpy outfits. His jealousy was endearing and his possessiveness made you squeal with glee. The bolder you became with your crusades, the more you failed to realize that everyone had their limit. And once they’re pushed past it, the consequences can be jarring. Especially if they’re someone as mysterious as Jungkook.

Then again, there was no better way to find out then to try. So keep trying him...just so we can see how lucky you truly are.

_

A/N: I’m back I think? This is for the rock anon, I hope you like it doll ;). anyway i wrote it in an hour and i was telling myself not to make it basic and sht readers read like 100 times in this tag but whaddya know i failed. lmk what you think cause i need a compliment.❤

[untaemedqueen]

The Bird Cage

Mafia!Jimin x Reader

Chapter 23.

Warnings:  Blood, Guns, Knives, Smoking (Cigarettes)

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You sit in the sitting room, knees bouncing wildly as you sip your tea. 

"Calm down, Kitten. Jina will be fine. She can handle herself." You look over at Jimin as he cleans his gun on the coffee table. His fingers rapidly shoving parts back into the hand gun before looking up at you. 

"Last time she came she had cuts all over her back." You tell him nervously to which Jimin can only nod. 

"I know, baby. It's a rough situation. As soon as she tells us where their next shipment is we're going to take Youngju, okay?" You hum remembering the plan before looking up at the kitten painting on the wall. 

"We'll take Youngju and send little pieces of him to Kim Shin every day." Jimin mutters before setting down his fixed gun. He clears his throat before leaning back in the arm chair. His fingers tapping against the leather. 

"How's my little bean?" He asks quietly, trying to distract your nerves. 

"The baby is fine." You mutter before looking over at him. He opens up his arms, shaking his black hair out of his face. 

"Come sit on Daddy's lap." You stand up before sitting on him, his arms hugging you tightly as he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

"My pretty little kitty." He whispers, making you smirk. Your eyes darting over to the large gold clock above the entrance to the kitchen. 

"It's nine o'clock." Jimin nods before kissing the shell of your ear. 

"She's fine." He whispers rubbing at your belly comfortingly. 

"I swear to God if anything happens to her-" You shake your head trying to get rid of the negative thoughts. Hyunah has told you that anger, not fear should drive you and you wholeheartedly believe that. 

This has to all go to plan. Jina needs to be the doll for Gyuhyung, hear the information about their next gun shipment and then relay that to you for you to tell Jimin. Once she has told you where everything will be, Jimin and his guys are going to take Youngju at the shipment and put him in Jeongguk's warehouse. After that, pieces of Youngju will be delivered to Kim Shin until he either kills himself or tries to get revenge. It would probably be the latter. After Youngju is taken the mansion would be going on lockdown. No one leaves, besides Yoongi and Taehyung and no one enters. 

Speaking of Taehyung, it's still unclear if he's cheating on Hyejin but Jimin keeps telling you he isn't, which you can't believe because Tae is acting incredibly different. Speaking of the Devil, Taehyung emerges from the kitchen, apple in hand as he looks at the both of you. 

"It's 9 o'clock." He points out looking up at the clock. You whine and look at Jimin who gives Tae a dirty look. 

"She'll call, Kitten. Don't worry." Your eyes glancing at your cell phone on the table.

Jimin mouths for Taehyung to go away and he does so willingly as you glance at him. 

"What the fuck is your problem with me lately?" Taehyung asks loudly, folding his arms. You hadn't even realized you were glaring.

"Excuse me?" Taehyung scoffs before rolling his eyes. 

"You keep looking at me like you want to kill me. What did I do?!" You sit up straighter which has Jimin's clutch on you tighten. 

"Easy, Kitten. Tae, go upstairs." 

"Are you cheating on Hyejin?" You ask bluntly, your blood starting to heat up. Taehyung goes wide eyed before throwing the apple on the floor. 

"What the fuck did you just ask me?" His neck rolling on his shoulders as his bones crack. 

"Hey! Hey!" Jimin yells pushing you off of his lap and standing up. 

"I don't know Tae! It's what I'm hearing!" You yell at him, making him step forward. His shoulders squaring up as he scoffs. Jimin places his fist into Taehyung's chest. 

"Don't even think about it." He tells his best friend before looking at you. 

"And you! Keep your mouth shut! Go upstairs!" You walk towards Taehyung uncaring as Jimin presses his hand into your sensitive chest making you flinch. 

"No." You mutter simply as you and Taehyung stare each other down. 

"Oh my fucking God." Jimin mumbles as Taehyung leers down at you. 

"What do you mean you're hearing this?! Who the fuck would say such a thing?!" Jimin steps back as you push Taehyung into the wall. Taehyung grabs at your shoulders gripping tightly. 

"Huh?! WHO SAID THAT!?" His lips had foam at the corners as his wide eyes stare crazily into yours. 

"HEY!" Jimin screams loudly before shooting the ceiling. The loud noise makes both of you cringe as you pull away pressing your hands to your ears in tandem. Jimin points the gun at Taehyung and then at you. 

"I SAID STOP!" He yells out as you hear feet padding quickly upstairs. Taehyung stands back up before closing his eyes. 

"Who said that?" He asks gently, you clear your throat putting your hand on your stomach before stepping towards him. 

"Kitten!" 

"Hyejin." You whisper fiercely as Taehyung backs up into the wall as if he's been hurt. 

"Wh-What?" He mumbles before closing his eyes. 

"Go upstairs!" Jimin says shoving your shoulder. He points the gun at Taehyung.

"Never touch my wife again, you get me?" Taehyung nods to Jimin before putting his hands over his face. You don't listen to your husband as per usual. You fold your arms looking over the incredibly handsome man as he wracks with worry. 

"I'm not cheating on her." Taehyung whispers and you hear his voice ringing true throughout the room. 

"Happy? You got your answer. Go upstairs, now." Jimin tells you sternly, handing you your cell phone. Jeongguk and Hoseok peak over the balcony as Jimin puts his gun away. You were content with Taehyung's answer, his body sliding to the floor as he smacks the back of his head into the wall. 

"I'm trying to find a way to ask her to marry me." Taehyung mumbles into his hands and your expression softens. 

"Oh, Tae. I'm sorry." You tell him which has Jimin rolling his eyes. 

"Get going." He tells you once more and you abide by his words finally.

"YOU ARE FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE!" Jimin screams loudly, finally making his entrance into the bedroom as you stare out the glass doorway to the garden. 

"I didn't know." You mumble clutching your phone to your stomach. 

"UNBELIEVABLE!" He yells, throwing his hands up. 

"YOU CANNOT FUCKING LEAVE ANYTHING ALONE! NOT A SINGLE FUCKING THING! I TOLD YOU HE WASN'T CHEATING! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" Jimin yells at you throwing his gun on the bed. 

"I'm sorry." You say sincerely as he puts his hands through his hair, his tongue licking at his lips before slapping his thighs defeated. 

"I mean give the guy a fucking break!" Chim tells you before walking over to you. 

"Why didn't you just tell me that was the reason?" You ask turning to him. Your fave pressing into his grey dress shirt as he wraps his arms around you. His anger lessens as he holds you closely. 

"Because Hyejin is your best friend and it's not my place to say anything. Just like how, it wasn't your place to ask him." You nod into his chest as he sighs before kissing the top of your head. 

"I'm sorry." You mumble into his shirt as he pets your head. 

"You tell him that when he finally comes out of his room." You cringe at his words before sighing. 

"You're a lioness, alright." He mumbles before hugging you tighter. You both stand quietly holding each other before your phone begins to ring. You pull back from Jimin and he nods to your phone. 

"Answer her." You accept the call, putting it on speaker as you stride over to the bed to sit down. 

"Jina?" She hums in agreement.

"Hi, Boss." 

"You okay?" You look up at Jimin nervously as you hear heavy breathing on the other end of the line. 

"Yeah. I'm fine. The meeting took a long time." 

"I was worried about you." You tell her honestly and you can hear her laugh making you relax. 

"I'm fine. I promise." Jimin sits down next to you rubbing at your stomach as he hooks his chin on your shoulder. 

"Anything happen at the meeting?" Jina hums. 

"There's going to be a pick up for a shipment in Itaewon on Friday, 7 o'clock. Kim Youngju and two of his men." Jimin nods before shaking his fist happily. 

"Okay. Good." 

"Gyuhyung will be there too... Can you...Can you take him away?" Her nervous voice makes your heart break as you nod at the phone. 

"Of course we can, don't worry Jina. This will all be over with." She breathes a sigh of relief before clearing her throat. 

"Okay. Good. I have to go. He wants me." You grimace at her words.

"Alright. Be safe!" She hums to you before hanging up and you look at Jimin. 

"Itaewon. We'll find the place." He kisses your cheek before standing up. 

"We need to have a meeting."

"Y/N?!" You hear Jeongguk scream through the bedroom door and you raise an eyebrow before looking over at Jimin. He jumps out of bed, grabbing his boxers before grabbing a towel and wiping at his cum that was on your breasts. 

"What the fuck is he screaming about at twelve o'clock at night?" Jimin mutters, you get up grabbing your black night gown before slipping it on and padding over to the bedroom door. 

"Y/N!" Jeongguk screams again and you rip the bedroom door open dashing down the hallway. Jimin is hot on your trail as you race down the steps. 

"What?!" You call to Jeongguk as you reach the second floor landing. Your body curving over the balcony before gasping loudly.

Your sister stands in the entryway, a big smile on her face looking up at you. 

"Sissy." She calls up to you and you smile widely. 

"Oh my God!" You cheer happily before racing down the steps. 

"Easy, Kitten." Jimin calls with a laugh following you slowly. 

"I thought someone got murdered, you were screaming so loudly." Jimin chides Jeongguk before smacking the back of his head. Jeongguk widens his eyes at Jimin nervously making him tilt his head. 

You embrace your sister tightly, the familiar scent of freesia and laundry detergent delighting your nose. She buries her face into your neck and you hold her tightly before closing your eyes. She was safe with you, safe in this house and it was a welcome feeling. 

"Are you okay?" She hums in agreement before pulling away from you. She looked healthy, absolutely glowing and you smirk down at her. 

"This is your brother-in-law. Jimin." Jimin bows his head to her and out of the corner of your eye you notice Jin standing meekly in the corner of the entryway. Hands intertwined in front of his body as he bows his head looking at the hardwood floor. 

"What's his problem?" You ask your sister. She looks over at Jin wearily before giving you a fake smile. You step back raising an eyebrow as you fold your arms. 

"What's his problem?" You repeat before looking at your younger sister. You've known your sister all of your life, she was manipulative. Her favorite thing in the world was getting her way, much like you, it runs in the family. 

"Why don't we go up to the office?" Jimin asks, putting his hand on your lower back. Seokjin moves first, his body walking up the right hand staircase without a word. Your sister gives you a nervous laugh before rushing up the stairs following Jin. 

"What'd she do now?" You murmur before leaving Jeongguk and Jimin in the entryway. 

"She doesn't have any weapons on her, right?" Jeongguk quips about you as Jimin watches you walk up the stairs behind the other two. 

"Just her sharp tongue." Jeongguk sighs shutting the front door. 

"But, that's her worst weapon." Jimin hums in agreement before following you upstairs.

You sit at the desk chair, watching as Seokjin plays with his fingers nervously. Jimin hands you a glass of water before standing next to the large chair and eyeing his oldest crew member. Something is definitely, not right. 

"Speak." You tell Jin, your sister looks up surprised at your fierceness. You were always sharp but being with Jimin has made you more confident. You carry yourself better, you were to be feared and your sister realizes this in an instant. 

"Y/N. I-I didn't mean to-" Seokjin cuts himself off before looking up at you. Your eyes glance over at your sister and now, she's uncomfortable. Now, she knows the power you hold in this house. 

You hold your hand out to Jeongguk, he looks over at Jimin who nods to back to him. Jimin is certain of one thing, your sister needs to see who is in charge in this house. From the stories he has heard from Namjoon, you allowed her to be a spoiled little girl. Always giving her what she wanted because you felt bad that your parents weren't around. Well, it's time to show her the lioness.

Jeongguk hands you his gun and you place the butt end on the table before cocking it. 

"Sis! That's not necessary!" Your sister says quickly and you look over at her with a bored expression. 

"I'll decide what's necessary, hmm?" Jimin smirks before rubbing at your upper back. 

"What'd you do?" You ask Seokjin, his mouth opens before whining loudly and putting his hands over his face. Your sister sits back in her chair, putting her hands over her face nervously. 

"Y/N! I really didn't mean for it to happen, it just did!" You sigh before standing up, Jimin is quick to help you stand before putting his hand on your belly. 

"So what happened?!" You ask impatiently. Your eyes glancing over the two bodies in the chairs in front of you. Both your sister and Seokjin are squirming in tandem as you raise the gun off of the desk. 

"Jin. You have about five fucking secon-" 

"I'm pregnant!" Jimin takes a large breath in through his nose as your eyes hone in on your sister. 

"You're what?" Jin whines loudly putting his hands over his face. 

"Pregnant. I'm pregnant." You nod your head. 

"Kitten." You furiously keep nodding until you are kicking back the chair, the back falling onto the floor with a loud thud. 

"Think of the baby!" Jimin calls to you as you round the desk. Your hand grabbing at Seokjin's cheeks. Nails digging into his skin making him flinch. The barrel of the gun pressed against his temple as you look down at him. 

"You fucked my little sister?" Jeongguk cringes visibly before looking at Jimin. 

"I'm sorry! Y/N, I'm so sorry! She just-" You smack his face loudly and he's a big boy enough to take the slap. The sound resounds through the quiet room as Jimin presses his lips together. Your sister looks up at you weakly and you scoff. 

"You! Weren't you a virgin?!" You ask her shoving Jin's face away from your view as you shove his head against the lip of the chair. Your sister blanches before whimpering. 

"Yes." You nod your head once more before stepping back and smacking Seokjin once more. Jimin can do nothing, he's helpless in this situation. This is your retribution to give. 

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" You ask Jin pressing the gun to his cheek. 

"I'm so sorry!" The anger you feel rising within you is one to rival Hades. Your neck turning red as you look over the both of them. 

"I love him!" Your sister says quickly, you uncock the gun before placing it on the desk. 

"No, you do not. You don't even know what the fuck that is." You tell her pointing your perfectly manicured finger at her. Jimin clears his throat before grabbing the gun off of the desk. 

"Give it to me." You tell him holding out your hand. 

"It's late. The baby needs to rest. Why don't we talk about this in the morning?" He whispers before wrapping his arms around your waist. You scoff before looking up into his eyes. 

"Kitten, you know how I feel about my baby not having their rest." He's doing your sister and Jin a favor but he would never express that. You will kill Seokjin and he needs him to get Kim Youngju. 

"In the morning. I promise." Jimin kisses your forehead and you find yourself relaxing, as per usual against your own will. You could feel your adrenaline leaving your body, your limbs becoming sluggish in feeling. 

"You." You point at Jin, he looks up at you nervously. 

"You better find somewhere to fucking sleep that's miles away from her." He nods wearily and your sister whines. 

"But he's the father of my baby!" You lean on the desk, elbows pressed sharply into the wood as you level your stare to her. 

"You shut the fuck up, you're in enough trouble as it is." She blanches before looking down at her lap. 

"Show her where Seokjin's room is." You tell Jeongguk before grabbing the gun out of the back of Jimin's sweatpants. 

"Kitten!" Jimin yells nervously as you cock the gun and shoot past both of their faces breaking the window's glass as they jump in fright. You place the gun down on the desk before clearing your throat. 

"Goodnight." You tell them before leaving the room alone. Jimin narrows his eyes at Seokjin before scoffing. 

"You have done it in for yourself now, hyung." Seokjin sighs gently before hanging his head. 

"Fucking idiot." Jimin slaps the back of Jin's head before chasing after his pregnant wife.

Jimin enters the bedroom cautiously, his eyes flitting around the room before looking at the open balcony door. 

"Kitten." Jimin calls to you and you peak your head into the room. 

"Is he fucking dumb?!" Jimin sighs closing his eyes before nodding. 

"Yes, he is." You enter the room, fists bawled as you lean against the entryway. 

"Fucking pregnant?! She's twenty years old!" Jimin can't find the words to say, you have every right to be angry. 

"WE SENT HIM THERE TO TAKE CARE OF HER AND WHAT DOES HE DO?! TAKE HER VIRGINITY AND GET HER PREGNANT!" You put your hand on your stomach before barreling over to the bed and laying down. 

"Fucking incredible." You scoff before turning over and screaming into the pillow beside your head. Jimin lays down beside you before pulling you on to his chest. 

"I know baby, I know. It's not fair." You look up at him narrowing your eyes. 

"This isn't about fairness. It's about decency, which Kim Seokjin has none." Jimin kisses your hairline before clearing his throat. 

"Maybe he really loves her. You know?" You pull away from him before widening your eyes. 

"She doesn't know what love is!" 

"Jin does. Maybe he is showing her." You click your teeth before closing your eyes.

"Tomorrow morning. There is going to be hell to pay." You mumble to your husband as he rubs your belly. 

"I know, Kitten. I know."

[world-of-aus]

Behind the Screen - (Part 8)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,653

Warnings: angst, misunderstandings, fluff, all the love.

Author’s Note: updates for BTS will be moved to Tuesday’s & Thursdays, and updates for FM will be on Wednesdays and Fridays! This will give me time to work on the chapters, and my course work for my masters over the weekend & Monday. If you would like to be added to either series tag-list you can send me an ask and you’ll be added. Also i saw this on a blog and felt the need to bring it up, if at any point for whatever reason you would like to be removed from the any of the tag-list at any point you can always message me privately to let me know, in no way will it offend or hurt me, i understand that there may be things that i put out that you the reader may not like or be interested in any longer. Anyways i hope you enjoy this chapter, this has been a longtime coming, thank you for reading, liking, and reblogging you all warm my heart immensely! - xoxoxo

Part 7 / SERIES MASTERLIST

“So what are the terms of this new agreement?” You questioned your head resting comfortably against Bucky’s chest.

“I wouldn’t even call it an agreement per say, I don’t like how it sits on the tongue, I'd say it's more of us helping each other out?” he murmured fingers running aimlessly in circles on your bare back.

You perked your head up, eyes catching his, “okay so we’re helping each other out,” you chuckled, “but tell me again how it is I'll be helping you out?”

“like I've said many time already, there’s things I read that I'm curious about, and well I want to try, and who better to do it than with you,” he shrugged.

You gnawed on your lower lip as you thought it over, you still felt you were treading in dangerous waters with your feelings on the line, “i dunno Buck, why not try these things with a stranger, you know whole no strings attached, hit it and quit it, one night stand type of deal,”

Bucky chuckled low in his throat, his chest vibrating underneath you, “are you saying your iffy to do this with me because you’ll catch feelings?” he questioned an underlying teasing tone peeking through.

You cocked your head to the side staring at him confused, it took you a second to realize what you had said, “no, absolutely not what I'm saying,” you murmured unsubtly.

Bucky was grinning as he sat up slightly, sliding you under his body, “awe come on doll, who better to do these things with than with you, you’ve been having a good time haven't you?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes a small smile pulling at your lips, “Buck YOU’RE INSURFFERABLE,” you grunted under the weight of his body.

“you’re not denying the catching feelings doll,” he grinned cheekily, “have you caught feelings for little ol’ me?”  

Your mouth dropped open and then closed, you were stumped, how could you reply without it coming out like a total lie, the longer you stayed quiet though the more that grin pulled at the corners of Bucky’s lips. Bucky’s heart was beating away wildly in his chest, the rhythm matching yours, and you prayed he couldn’t feel it like you were feeling his. Truly he didn’t mean to put you on the spot, but he couldn’t help himself when he heard those words spill from your mouth, he wanted to know.

Though the longer you remained quiet beneath him he couldn’t contain that little part in his mind that was telling him otherwise, making him feel a fool for even insinuating you felt the same.

He kept his grin intact though not wanting you to see through him, his hand played with your hair, fingers running over your cheek, “m’just teasin sweetheart, I know you couldn’t possibly catch feelings for a grumpy old man,” he teased nudging your cheek with his fingers.

Your heart clenched in your chest, you wanted to tell him, but your heart was acting on your thoughts instead of your feelings. Your hands found their way onto his cheeks keeping him in place, “Buck I-”

“Y/n, you up??” Natashas voice sounded hurriedly behind your closed bedroom door.

Bucky eyes went wide, a muttered shit falling from his lips, “Y/n!” she called a little louder, her knocks getting louder too.

Bucky slid off you then both of you getting frantic, “y/n i’m coming in,” The two of you froze at her words, “buck hide,” you hissed. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as the door started squeaking open, you stood from your bed pushing bucky onto the floor on the side of your nightstand, grabbing your comforter to cover your naked form.

Your door pushed open the rest of the way, Natasha taking in your disheveled form, “did you just wake up?” she questioned with a raised brow.

Fuck she was analyzing you, “obviously,” you murmured looked at your nightstand, “tasha it’s four in the morning what is this about?” you murmured pushing out a yawn.

“do you always sleep naked?” she questioned an all-knowing grin pulling at her lips.

Son of a bitch, you thought, she's onto you.

You rolled your eyes, “I was tired Nat, and very frankly I didn’t feel like changing post shower, so I just fell asleep, now can you tell me what this is about?”

“Was it really that you were tired or did you have a gentleman caller in your room last night?” she questioned a gleam in her eye.

“Natasha!” you screeched, “there was no gentleman caller!”

“Хорошо, тогда держи свои секреты, Было бы стыдно, если бы Барнс узнал, о, он был бы опустошен” (alright then, keep your secrets, would be a shame if Barnes were to find out, oh he would be devestated)

“Natasha” you ground out, your eyes turning to slits, “will you tell me why you’re beckoning me from my room?”

“we’re all needed for a retrieval, we assumed you were with Barnes since he wasn’t in his room, but” she grinned that damn twinkle in her eye, “ it seems he must be elsewhere since he’s not in here with you  like usual, anyway get dressed and meet us in 15”

You were about to let your guard down when Natasha turned back around stopping just outside your door, “ты должен сказать ему” (you should tell him)

You cocked your head at her, her words completely flying over your head, she shook her head before she continued on her way.

Once the door was shut again you turned to look at Bucky who was now standing, his face was unreadable, “she knows,” is all he murmured.

Your heart stilled in your chest, his voice sounded so distraught at the fact that someone knew about you, had natasha said something, was the last thing she uttered something about you?  

“Buck-” you tried, he held up his hand, “we should get ready I'll meet you down at the hanger he murmured.”

You couldn’t help the feeling of rejection that washed over you, maybe the two of you just weren’t meant to do this. This whole thing should have never occured in the first place, and it was plain as day to see that this thing between the two of you just wasnt going to work. Bucky always closed you out the second the two of you almost got caught, he didn’t want you like you wanted him. The more you stewed in your own mind the worse the thoughts got, you were even beginning to feel the slightest bit used, you should have never agreed to this.

You wouldn’t look at him, not even sparing him a glance when Steve had announced him as your partner to retrieve the intel. He knew he messed up but truth was he didn’t want to do this anymore, he didn’t want to have to do this secretly, he didn’t want to have to use an excuse to be with you. While yes he wanted to try all these new things he had read and never heard of before with you, he didn’t want to feel like he was using it as a crutch when all he really wanted was to be with you.

“you and y/n alright?” Bucky turned his head to see Steve standing there a questioning look on his features.  

“what are you on about punk, why wouldn’t we be?

“I don’t know buck maybe it’s the fact that she isn’t acting like herself one bit, y’all get into a fight or something?”

Bucky’s brow creased, “we’re fine Steve, she’s fine” he murmured looking over at you.

Steve huffed out a laugh, “Bucky she’s not fine, the two of you are not fine, if you were you’d be sitting right next to her huddled in close like you always do right before we go in,”

“let it go man, we’re fine,”

Steve chuckled, “you know for being someone so close to y/n the way you are, you’re really clueless bud.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed further, “I do know her, what are you trying to get at steve” he muttered.

Steve chuckled again shaking his head, “ so then when are you going to tell her?” he questioned, “or are you two just going to keep sneaking around, you really think she’s deserves just that from you?”

Bucky head snapped over to Steve, “what are you talking about?” he questioned trying to play off the words that had just fallen from his friends lips.

“I know Buck, and given how you feel about her, and how I'm sure she feels about you, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together, hell the only one who hasn’t clued in yet is Sam,”

“It’s not like that Steve,” he sighed he knew Steve and knew how stubborn he could be, “it’s”

“it’s what Buck, you’ve had feelings for her for months now, and it’s obvious you care for her in more than just a friendly way, you’re with her more than us most days”

“Leave it alone already” he hissed, “we’re not a thing, why can’t you just leave well enough alone, why do you have to push things that just aren’t there,” he questioned through gritted teeth “so we mess around, doesn’t mean there's something there, maybe that’s all that this is”

Steve sighed, “and if she wants more, then what Buck?”

“she doesn’t” he murmured thinking back to the moment you two had in your room, “she doesn’t want me in the way that I want her,"

Steve placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder giving him a comforting squeeze, “maybe you just haven't given her the chance to tell you,”

Bucky nodded his head slowly letting Steve’s words sink in, and the more he thought them over the more he thought maybe he was right. How would Bucky get you to talk to him though, he had messed up yet again, and he had a feeling getting you to hear him out this time wouldn’t be as easy, and he was right, because while to them it seemed you were off in your own mind with your earbuds placed tightly in your ear, you had heard everything he had had to say to Steve, well almost everything.

“Talk to her Buck," Steve advised him after sometime.

Bucky could only nod as his eyes returned to your slumped over form, before they were returning to see Steve’s retreating back heading to the front of the plane.

“Alright team, games faces,” Steve called out, “we’re going in”

To say you were upset would be an understatement to the storm of emotions rolling through you. You hadn’t been in the right headspace when you were thrown into the mission, and you had been reckless. The anger, sadness, and rejection that flowed within had blindsided you. Both you and Bucky could have been badly hurt had Steve not rushed in when Bucky gave the call for backup. You had still been able to retrieve what had been asked of you, but not without the consequences that had come with you being so reckless.

The ride home had been tense, everyone had chosen a corner to unwind in, Natasha sitting close by as she wrapped your ankle.

“what happened back there y/n?”  

You leaned your head back against the cushioned seat, your teeth grinding at the pain surging through your leg, “what didn’t happen” you grunted, “I messed up Nat, I should have had Steve pair me with someone else, this whole mission was fucked the minute we stepped off the jet.

Natasha tsked, her eyes searching yours, “you always work so well with Barnes, what was so different about this time around?”  

You wanted to just tell her what the real problem was, but it was obvious Bucky didn’t want anyone to know about the two of you, and you felt like a damn fool for thinking there would have been anything more between the two of you.  

“was it what I told you in your room, is that what threw you off your game?”

You sighed shaking your head, “I just don’t want to talk about it Nat, I messed up today and I should have been better about it.”

Natasha's hand left your leg momentarily to give your hand a squeeze, “we all make mistakes, no one is going to hold this over you, you did your job, you completed your part of the assignment,” she reassured, “and if you ever want to talk about what happened, you can always come find me when you’re not locked away with Barnes.”

You looked over at her like a deer caught in headlights, “what?” you questioned.

She smiled then her voice dropping into a whisper, “I’ll pretend not to be appalled at the fact that you didn’t know I knew,”

“knew what?” you questioned brow raised.

Natasha rolled her eyes her hand reaching down to pinch at your side, “you wound me y/n,” she chuckled lowly.

A shaky sigh left your lips, “guess we weren’t as secretive as we thought,” you murmured.

“honestly hadn’t we known about your feelings for one another we wouldn’t have caught on,”

You scoffed, “those feelings are one sided, I can assure you nat,”

Her brows furrowed, “what do you mean one sided y/n Bu-”

“Buckle up guys if you aren't already, we’re descending,” Steve voiced out from the front abruptly cutting off yours and Natasha’s conversation.

You were being surrounded once the carrier had touched down in the quarters, “I’m postponing the briefing till later on this evening,” Steve murmured from his spot.

“going for your morning jog?” you questioned looking down at your watch on your wrist, the watchful eyes of your teammates making you uncomfortable.

Steve chuckled, “not today, think we all deserve to sleep in, and you,” he aimed a finger at you, “you need to go get that thing, wrapped, iced, and lay off it,”

“anything else cap?” you questioned.

“Buck’s going to accompany you down to medbay and then he’ll take you up to your room,” he added.

You cocked your head to your side, was this your punishment?

“Steve this is nothing,” you spoke up gesturing to your likely sprained ankle, “i’ve had worse and never needed to be escorted before,”

Steve sighed, “well those other times you weren't reckless, don’t want you going against what is advised and hurting yourself further,”

Ouch, low blow.

You raised your hands in surrender, not wanting to argue, because then you definitely wouldn’t hear the end of it.

You watched the team unload from the hangar, Bucky moving to your side as you unfastened your seatbelt his hand at the ready.

“You know you don’t have to do this, I can get myself to medbay,” you murmured looking up at him.

He looked down at you, eyes stormy, jaw clenched, “you’re really going to go against orders again, do you want to get yourself hurt again?”

Your brows furrowed at his tone, he really had some nerve, “look Barnes,” you hissed pushing yourself to your feet, “you don’t have to pretend like you care right now, I can get myself to medbay and to my room just fine,”

Not wanting to be in his presence a second longer you moved past him you shoulder knocking into his as you limped down the ramp.

“y/n,” he called out, but you were determined to get away from him, the events of the day rising to the surface once more.

“y/n goddamnit would you just hold on,” he grunted as he followed after you his arm wrapping around your bicep as he pulled you back.

Your turned on him as you pulled your arm from his grip, “leave me alone Bucky,” you glared.

“What’s your problem?” he growled.

“My problem?” you questioned angrily, “my problem is you!”

He took a step at your ourburst, “what?”

You scoffed shaking your head, “i said you’re my problem, this,” you said waving your hands between the both of you, “I can’t do this anymore, I’m done,”

His face fell for a split second, “what are you talking about?”

You threw your hands in the air, “do I have to spell it out for you?” you hissed, “what aren’t you understanding?” you questioned, “I’m not doing this stupid agreement with you anymore,” you added not letting him get a word in, “I’m not going to be someone you just mess around with,”

“I thought you were okay with it,” he grunted out.

“and I was, but Bucky, “your words fell short, you wanted to scream them, but you weren't sure how much more pain you could take.

“But what?” he urged, he wanted you to say it, he wanted Steve’s words to ring true.

Your shook your head, “I don’t want to be that person you just mess with, I care about you Buck, and I thought I could do this with you, but it’s been all wrong from the beginning,” a sigh left your lips, “you agreed to do this with me for all the wrong reason’s and I thought I could do it because - I just – I don’t want to do this anymore, I just want my best friend back, I don’t like the way this has made me feel, when we almost get caught, I hate that wall you bring up because of it, I'm sorry but I just can’t,” you murmured.

Bucky’s heart was clenching in his chest, Steve words from earlier ringing in his ears, he saw you turning away from him, your feet moving to carry you to the door, but he just couldn’t let you go, not without knowing.  

“Y/n wait,” you turned to face him features forlorn, he pushes himself forward on unsure feet.

Bucky licks his lips, his eyes searching your face, god he thinks no one has ever made him feel the things he does when he’s with you. No one is quiet as beautiful as you, nobody compares to you, and that’s why he wants you. He’s wanted you for so long now, and you’re here in arms reach.

“I don’t want to do this either,” he starts but its only then that he realized he should have thought over his words, when your face morphed from one of sadness to anger.

“Jesus buck, is that what you wanted to say, I think I heard enough of it earlier when you told Steve that we were just messing around, that that’s all this was, all this would ever be,” you hissed smacking away the hand that reached out for you.

Bucky’s mouth dropped open, so you had heard, but why were you so upset, “what else did you hear?” he questioned cautiously.

“nothing,” you grunted, “I didn’t need to hear more,” you muttered.

Bucky felt relief wash over him, a chuckle bubbling deep within his chest, his hands reached out for you once more, only for you to smack him away the anger and rejection building through your chest again.

“leave me alone Bucky,” you hissed smack his arms away, “i said leave me alone!”

He didn’t listen though he was a man on a mission, “sweetheart stop,” he grunted, trying to contain your swinging arms, “y/n would you just stop,”

“No buck, seriously let me go,” you grunted squirming in his arms, trying to contain those tears threatening to spill over.

“no not until you hear me out,” he muttered

“i think I've heard enough!”

He let you go but his hands caught your face holding you still, “you didn’t, you didn’t hear enough,”

You scoffed a laugh, “really Barnes, you didn't think I heard enough, what more did you want me to hear?!”

His face softened, “had you heard just a little longer you would have heard me to tell Steve that you,” he whispered thumb running over your cheek, “you couldn’t possibly want me in the way that I wanted you.”

Your frozen, his words bouncing around in your head, you couldn’t have heard right, he didn’t just say what you thought he did.

“sweetheart I can’t do this either because I can’t keep lying to myself, to you,” he continued, “i can’t keep doing this when I want so much more than just this stupid agreement, I want more than just what it entails, I want you, I want all of you.

You couldn’t breathe, he had just said everything you had wanted to hear, and you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it.

“Buck” you murmur, “you don’t know what you’re saying,”

A chuckle is falling from his lips, “doll, I promise you, I want you, and not just for some agreement I put together because I couldn’t fess up how I felt for you, because I'm doing that now, and im sorry it took me so long,”

“Buck-”

He’s shushing you with a finger to your lips, his thumb trailing you bottom lip, “just answer me this one thing sweetheart, and I promise I'll let you go,”

Your silence is enough answer for him to continue, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips, “did you catch feelings for little ol’ me, and don’t worry if you did, I promise they’re not one sided.”

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, you had thought he wouldn’t want anyone to know, that to him you were just a secret pass time, like he was yours in a way.

You couldn’t find the words, but you hoped your actions would show him, pressing onto your toes your lips pressed to his passionately, your lips molding with his until your lungs burned in your chest and you both had to pull away for air.

A relieved chuckle is falling from his lips, his head pressing against your’s

“is that answer enough?” you murmured pressing your lips to his once more.

Part 9

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45

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Word Count: 2,480

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Chapter 45: 21st Century Girl

“Whatever other people say, whatever this world tells you, you’re the best to me just the way you are.”

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“Isn’t it early where you are?”

“No, it’s only nine.”

“You look tired though.”

“A lot’s been going on with my new job.”

“I’ll admit, I was a little worried when you said you were quitting your other job. Is that even allowed with the visa you currently have?”

“It’s fine. I applied for another visa through my new company.”

Anastasia sighed, attempting a smile for Jacob. The Skype call had only been going on for about twenty minutes, but it felt like they were talking for hours. She tried to check in about once a week, but with all the hustle and bustle with the company and the ever-blossoming relationship she was in with Seokjin, it was hard to maintain contact in the way she would have liked. Add on the extreme time zone difference and that was how things wound up.

“Is it harder than working for your old job?”

“No,” she said while shaking her head, “it’s about the same workload. I have more responsibilities because I technically got promoted when they hired me.”

Jacob nodded, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes. It was getting a little longer than she was used to. He would have cut it by now, but he seemed set on trying out a new image.

She watched him take a drink of water. “Are you happy, Ana?”

Blinking, she wasn’t quite sure what to make of his question. Had she given any indication that she wasn’t happy? She hoped not. She didn’t want him worrying unnecessarily.

Again, she smiled. “Yeah Jake, I’m happy.”

Anastasia watched her brother’s eyes furrow from the computer screen. She knew it wasn’t because he didn’t believe her. He just worried a lot and tended to fuss over her unnecessarily. It was the role Jacob chose to play since he was the second-born. They were only two years apart, but they were thick as thieves and she appreciated how close they were despite her being the oldest of her three siblings. Their baby brother, Phillip, was still just starting college while Elena just graduated from her university. Their parents were still harping on about practicality when it came to their futures, something that both Anastasia and Jacob despised. They should have all been allowed to choose the paths they wanted to live, regardless of the outcomes.

“Well,” he finally said, shrugging one shoulder, “as long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”

Relief washed over her and she sank back in her chair a little more, cradling the mug of green tea in her hands. Her hand slid from the handle to press a palm to her stomach, a warmer smile touching her features. She must have looked a little silly because the sound Jacob clearing his throat loudly startled her from her thoughts. When she peered back at the screen, his face was a little closer, as if he was leaning forward to look directly into her eyes.

“So, are you finally dating someone now?”

She coughed loudly, sitting up and quickly setting her mug down on the desk by her keyboard. “W-What?” Anastasia attempted to wrangle the words that were escaping her. “What’s with the interrogation anyway?”

Again, Jacob shrugged. “I know you dated that one guy, but that’s it.” He leaned back in his chair, lounging lazily. “Just figured you were seeing someone new.”

She felt her cheeks grow warm, her hands fidgeting until Anastasia started twirling a few locks between her fingers. It was a nervous tick that she hadn’t been able to break and there was no sign of it stopping anytime soon. She’d be an old woman pulling at her thinning gray strands until they put her in the ground.

Jacob laughed, realizing he’d caught her in his cleverly laid trap. If he was within arms-reach, she would have shaken him like a rag doll. “Your face gives away everything. It’s why you suck at poker.”

“Shut-up,” she muttered.

Another window suddenly popped up, notifying her that she had another call. She stared at the screen as Seokjin’s name and picture appeared in the window. Her eyes lowered to the corner of the monitor, spying the time, and she wondered why he was calling. He’d given her the rest of the week off so she could adjust to all the hormonal imbalances that came with her pregnancy. Talking with her brother was part of the whole routine check-up bit, but she really wanted to talk to him about her being with child.

“Hold on, Jake. I have another call.”

“Sure.”

She put her brother on hold, answering Seokjin’s call. When his face popped up on the screen, Anastasia could only stare at how uncomfortably close his face was to the camera. Neither of them said anything. She was too startled to speak and he apparently was trying to read something about her. He did this often when he was trying to catch her in some kind of lie or if she was secretly up to something.

“Seokjin,” she finally said, blinking, “what are you doing?” Anastasia looked over his shoulder to see if he was in his office. “Shouldn’t you be, oh I dunno, working or something?”

“Why are you on the computer?” he asked suddenly. “I gave you the rest of the week off to rest. Not so you could stare at a monitor.”

Anastasia sighed. “I’m talking to my brother. Why?”

“You can’t talk on the phone?”

“Phone calls are expensive. Skype is free.”

He gave her a dissatisfied look. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious! Why are you calling me on Skype if you’re worried about me being in front of a monitor?”

“Because you won’t answer your phone!”

“My phone’s dead and I’m charging it!” Anastasia puffed out one of her cheeks. “Geez, you’re impossible.”

He frowned, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes before leaning back in his chair. “…are you hungry?”

“Am I hung—what?” She looked back at the clock to make sure of the time. “It’s still early!”

“You should at least eat breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Anastasia rolled her eyes. “Shouldn’t you be working? Go back to work!”

Without waiting for his response, she hung up the call and went back to the window her brother was on. Jacob was busying himself with scribbling some notes on a notepad.

“Sorry about that.”

He looked up at the screen, setting his pen down. “Who was that?”

“A potential headache.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Just a headache.”

Jacob smirked. “Yeah? Sounds like a boyfriend to me.”

“Jacob Martin!”

He laughed loudly, holding a hand up as he patted the air. “Okay, okay. I get it. Dropping it now.”

Anastasia smiled as she sighed, realizing how much she missed her brother being around. He mentioned coming to visit from time to time, but between working and trying to find his place in the world, she knew that it was almost impossible. Air fare wasn’t cheap and while she could afford to fly him out if he wanted, there was the internal worry about him judging her ties with former gangsters. Their home life wasn’t peaches and cream, but it was far from unsavory. What family was perfect?

Even so, she still wondered what her brother would think of her if she told him she was having a child out of wedlock.

Once the heavy topic of her work environment was no longer the focus, the two of them were able to engage in lighter conversation. Again, Jacob mentioned coming to visit her in South Korea, mostly because he wanted to see the country she’d called home for the last three and a half years. The place was full of beauty and splendor. There were many things about the land that helped heal her from the horrible fall she’d had over her broken dreams. While she may not have been a chef and restaurant owner like she wanted, her current occupation brought her to this place.

The path she walked led her to Seokjin, the man she loved.

Half an hour passed and she realized that it was getting late. She worried that she was keeping Jacob up longer than normal.

“You should probably get some rest,” she said, noting the tired look in Jacob’s eyes, “you have the overnight shift this week, don’t you?”

Jacob stifled a yawn. “Yeah, but it’s fine. I need to make sure that Phillip did his homework.”

“Let Elena worry about that.”

He nodded, waving a hand back and forth to her. Anastasia wished to ruffle his hair like she often did when they were teenagers. A painful wave of nostalgia overtook her and she did her best not to cry, cursing herself for all the pregnancy hormones throwing her out of whack. Jacob didn’t seem to notice as he finished off his bottle of water.

“Mm, alright. I guess I’ll try to get some sleep. G’night, ‘Stasia.”

Anastasia rubbed at her eyes to keep the tears from falling. “Goodnight, Jake.”

The blip noise sounded after the call ended and Anastasia was left with only silence. She curled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs as she buried her face into her knees. A weak sob was all she could muster, mourning the lack of family around her to tell her that everything was going to be okay. That her worries would be for nothing and that she would be happy. That she deserved to be happy, despite all of her failures.

For a moment, all she could do was sob quietly to herself. There were so many missed opportunities to empty her soul to her brother. He would have understood and encouraged her. Jacob would have told her that she was strong, that she was one of the strongest people he knew, and that this little bump in the road was just one pothole on the way to glory. Their parents would have told her she was shameful for carrying another man’s child when she hadn’t even so much as been introduced to his family. That it was a disgrace to have a child as an unmarried woman. People did it all the time, but not her family. Not the D’Angelo’s.

Anastasia didn’t know how long she was curled up in her chair. She was pretty sure that she’d drifted off at some point. Her limbs ached from scrunching herself up into a ball and they protested as she tried to straighten herself out. A hand rubbed at her stomach while the other wiped the moisture from her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Baby,” she whispered, rubbing circles over her belly, “I didn’t mean to cramp you up like that.”

She stretched her legs out, then her arms, before standing. Grabbing the mug, she made her way downstairs. She’d barely made it into the kitchen before the front door burst open and in walked Seokjin, looking flustered and haggard. The mug slipped from her hands and fell into the sink with a loud clatter as she spun around the moment he stalked into the kitchen.

“W-What are you doing?!” Anastasia managed to stammer out, taking a step back as Seokjin quickly closed the distance between them. “You’re supposed to be at work!”

“You hung up on me!”

“That’s because you were acting crazy!”

Anastasia peered around him, hoping that Jimin had the wherewithal to at least follow so she could drag Seokjin back to the office. She frowned, ducking under his arm and bolting from into the living room. He was practically on her heels.

This was insane!

Stopping short, she whirled on her heels and Seokjin had to raise himself up onto the balls of his feet to keep from crashing into her. She stuck her hand out.

“Phone. Now.”

He blinked down at her. “What? No!”

“Gimme the phone, Seokjin!”

His eyes narrowed, issuing his silent refusal. Anastasia didn’t care as she took a step forward, her hands lunging out to reach into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. He wasn’t fast enough to move out of the way and her fingers quickly found the item. When he tried to snatch it back from her, she twirled so that her back was facing him.

Her thumb slid over the dots to form the pattern needed to unlock his phone and she immediately dialed Jimin. As the phone rang, Seokjin tried to take the phone back but Anastasia was already half running, half jumping up the stairs toward the loft. Jimin answered before the second ring could finish.

“Hyung! Where did you go?!”

“Jimin-ah, you tell your boss to take his ass back to work!”

“A-Ana Noona? What are you—?”

“Do you hear me?” Her feet landed on the top step and she turned around to stick her foot out, her heel planting itself against Seokjin’s chest to keep him from moving any closer to her. “He has fivemeetings today and one of them is in twenty minutes. How could you let him leave the office in the first place?!”

“I’m sorry, Noona. I tried! But Seokjin Hyung hit me. He hit me in the chest and I was horrified!”

She shot him a glare. “He did what now?”

“He’s never hit me. I didn’t know what to do! I was caught off guard! I’m sorry. I’ll come over right now.”

Anastasia hung up the phone and tossed it back to Seokjin. She then pointed downstairs. “Out.”

He pouted. “Anastasia, come on…”

“Go back to work!” Her eyes narrowed. “If I end up having to take you backto the office, I’m going to work and I’m gonna make every second of your life a living hell while I’m there. Do you understand me?”

Seokjin gave her the once over, as if trying to surmise if she really would do it. He knew better. At least she hoped he knew better. She was as stubborn as a mule and if he thought, for even one second, that she was playing around, then he’d rue the day he ever hired her. She wasn’t going to back down from this and an angry pregnant woman was not a variable that Kim Seokjin would be in a hurry to deal with.

After a moment, he sighed and leaned against the wall. “…alright, you win.” He held his hands up, turning to head downstairs. “I’ll go.”

She stayed upstairs, waiting to hear him put on his shoes and open the door. When she didn’t hear it close, however, Anastasia smiled and shook her head. “I’ll see you tonight,” she called down to him, “have a good day.”

“…love you.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly and she walked down a few steps so she could see his pitiful face.

She laughed.

“I love you too.”

[fresh-outta-jams]

Plastic Heart - Part 13

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: You asked for it, here it is! Part 13 <3 There’s a good bit of fluff in here. Part 14, is my favorite so far, so I cannot wait for you to read it, I think you’ll really like it, but I really like this part too <3 Love youuuuuuuu Warnings: None? Word Count: 2k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Once you and Namjoon picked out snacks (popcorn and M&Ms, of course) and drinks, you sat down together in the theater. Namjoon’s curious hand hovered over the bucket filled with golden goodness and you watched expectantly as he took a handful and popped it into his mouth.

“Well?”

“It’s good. Like. Really good. Holy shit, I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this.” He grabbed another eager handful, a few stray pieces falling from his hand and landing on his sweatshirt. You giggled. God, he was so cute. “Can I try some M&Ms?”

“Of course.” You tipped the bag into his hand, leaving him a little pile of the chocolate candies before eating a few of them yourself.

“These are good too, oh my God…” He hummed, and then wiped his salty, buttery hands on a napkin.

“You’re gonna do this every time I introduce you to new foods, aren’t you?” You teased, laughing as you ruffled through his soft hair. He laughed too, grinning shyly and trying to hide behind his large hands.

“I’m just excited, I’m sorry--”

“It’s cute, Joon. It’s really fucking cute, don’t apologize.”

“You think I’m cute?” He blushed, heart lurching.

“The cutest.” You smiled, reaching up to pinch one of his adorable dimples.

“(Y/N)?” You looked up at the sound of someone calling your name. It was Ella, one of your BTS-obsessed friends. Fuck. You’d been able to squirm away from the cashier at Hot Topic, but Ella...Ella was smarter than that. She’d catch on that something was up. You weren’t sure how you were going to get out of this one…

“Ella! Hey!”

“How are you?” She walked up to where you and Namjoon were situated, right behind the railing at the front of the top section of seats.

“Doing great, you?”

“Oh you know, same old. I’m down there with some of my friends from my dance class.” Her eyes trailed to Namjoon and a mix of emotions fell across her features. Disbelief and confusion being among them. “And this is…?”

“Um, this is my, uh, friend...um, Joon...sung. Joonsung.”

“Right. I’m Joonsung.” Namjoon offered his hand, following your lead.

“Nice to meet you...Joonsung. Has uh, anyone ever told you you look like--”

“Namjoon? Yeah, I get that a lot. My parents moved here from Korea in the 80’s, so we might be distant cousins or something.”

“Oh. That’s really neat.” Ella seemed dumbstruck. You looked up at Namjoon, impressed. He was as quick-witted as his namesake, and in this moment, you were thankful for it. “Well, it was nice to meet you. We’ve gotta meet up sometime, (Y/N). You wanna have a study night this week? Hunker down at the library and get some work done?”

“Yeah, sounds great! We can ask the group chat after the movie.”

“Yep! See you later.” Ella walked down to the front section of the theater, where her friends were waiting for her. You sat back down, exhaling a relieved sigh. A close call, to say the least.

“You just saved our asses.” You laughed. “God, that was close…”

“We’ve had a few of those today, huh?” Namjoon chuckled and shook his head. “I didn’t think borrowing someone’s face would be so difficult.”

“It’s your face, too.” You pouted, looking at him. You knew it had to be tough, to be...well, modeled after someone else. Even moreso now that he was walking around in public and...human. But it was still hard for you to watch him feel bad about it. “It’s your face as much as it is his.”

“Well, it’s not, though.” He shrugged and stared at the cupholder between the two of you. “It was his face first. Years before it was ever mine.”

“You know, I read once that everyone in the world has like seven dopplegangers out there and they don’t even know it. As far as anyone knows, you’re just...one of RM’s. Hell, there are like seven people out there that look just like ME and it’s not like they ‘stole’ my face, right?”

He thought about it for a few moments, a smile slowly conquering his features. Namjoon nodded. “Thank you. You make me feel...so real. Like...like this is something I was always meant to have.”

You met his eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Who’s to say you weren’t?”

Namjoon didn’t know how to reply to that, so instead, he only smiled. The lights dimmed shortly after that, and the movie started twenty minutes later. Maybe Namjoon was mistaken, but your hand just seemed to be sort of...resting on the armrest over the cupholder. Hmm. He wondered why.

And so he wondered for a few more minutes until it occurred to him that maybe...this was a Thing that girls did when they wanted their hand held? Were you sending him some secret message that you WANTED him to hold your hand? His heart raced, palms suddenly feeling sweaty. He subtly dried them on the surface of his new jeans and swallowed thickly. Jeez, no one ever told him navigating a human crush would be so difficult.

Well, actually, Yoongi had.

So, he spent the next few minutes building courage. How was he supposed to KNOW you wanted to hold hands with him? He didn’t know much about humans. Maybe this was just what human people did, resting their hands right over the cupholder between them and the person they were out alone with. When you’d held hands in the mall before, it was different. It was FUNCTIONAL. It was so he didn’t get lost in the crowd. Holding hands with you here, in this dark theater where there was no chance of him getting lost...it was different.

And yet, despite all of that, he still found his hand tentatively hovering over yours, his heart racing faster than it ever had before. His warmth met yours, and you melted against his touch, fingers welcoming his and giving his large hand a reassuring squeeze.

He looked over to find you smiling bashfully, and he knew he’d made the right move. Maybe this human thing wasn’t so hard after all.

You held hands with him the whole movie. Namjoon couldn’t believe this was happening. He was actually HOLDING HANDS with YOU! You’d been a giant compared to him only the day before, and now, he was not only human-sized, but he was TALLER THAN YOU by a margin large enough to warrant him bending forward to kiss you.

Woah, Namjoon, knock that off. He stopped his thoughts before they could wander any further. Holding your hand and kissing you were two very different things. And yet, it was all he wanted to do now, all he could think about. He’d overcome many hurdles today, and yet, he was scolding himself for wanting just one more. Would it be too much to ask? Just one kiss? He’d never kissed someone before, and after all, you wanted him to have as many human experiences as possible, didn’t you?

He tried to pay attention to the movie, he really did, but all he could think about was you. And so, before he knew it, the credits were rolling and the lights went up. You turned to look at him.

“Did you like it?”

“I did!” And it wasn’t technically a lie. He loved this movie because it was the reason he was sitting there with you, his large hand wrapped around yours. “What time is it?”

“It’s like...five o’clock. Jeez, we better get home to the guys. I’ll make us some dinner when we get there, alright?”

“Sounds good.” He nodded. As fun as his day out with you had been, you were right. You shouldn’t leave the boys home for this long. Plus, there was a new little friend in the shopping bag hanging from your arm rest, and he knew how much it sucked to be stuck in a box for an extended period of time. There had been a time when he didn’t know anything BUT his little plastic box. And now, he was out in the real world. It was wild how fast his life had turned around. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

***

When you got home, you handed Koya to Namjoon to get him out of his little plastic prison while you started boiling water for the noodles of the pasta you were going to make.

“You’re back!” Jimin greeted excitedly. He was managing the right side of your Playstation controller while Jungkook was manning the left as they fought yet another digital dragon.

“Did you have fun?” Yoongi smirked from his spot on the couch. He’d woken up from a wonderful nap not too long ago, but at the moment, he and Jin were on your laptop, doing research. They weren’t exactly sure how their friend had made the transition from plastic to person, but they’d like to do the same if the universe would allow it.

“Lots of fun, thank you very much.” Namjoon chuckled. He peeled the plastic off of the box and then lifted the clear plastic cover. For a little while, Koya sat there motionless, and Namjoon panicked. “It’s alright, little guy. You don’t have to pretend anymore. We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Like he’s going to believe that coming from a human.” Yoongi shook his head and left the laptop to walk over to where Namjoon was sitting on the other couch. He used his large human hands to lift Koya out of the rectangular black box and set him on the table instead. “Let me try.”

It shouldn’t have stung when Yoongi said it because he was right, and Namjoon had always wanted to be human...but...there was something hurtful about his own kind being afraid of him. So afraid of him that they wouldn’t move even when he told them it was alright.

“It’s alright, Koya. You don’t have to worry about scaring him off. He already knows. Until this morning, he was a doll like me.” Yoongi told the little Koala, petting the top of his furry blue head.

Slowly, he looked around, blinking. He looked up at Namjoon with big, innocent eyes. This man looked just like his dad. JUST like him. So, not resisting the urge anymore, Koya ran into his dad’s arms, nuzzling against his warm chest. Namjoon swore his heart about exploded, and he embraced the little blue koala carefully. There was some sense of paternal pride welling inside of him. Was this what it felt like to hold your child?

“We’re gonna take care of you, alright? I promise.” He murmured, cradling Koya as he walked to the kitchen, where you were talking to Hoseok and Tae. You’d put your hair up and were standing at the stove next to a pot of boiling water. You put the noodles in and stirred it a few times before letting it sit for a while.

When you turned around, Namjoon was standing there, holding the cuddly little koala, and your heart melted.

“Koya, meet (Y/N). She’s gonna be your mom.” He said, softly bouncing your new bundle of joy.

“And what does that make you?” Hoseok chuckled.

“Well, I’m his dad, obviously.” It took Namjoon a moment to realize what he was insinuating, but when he finally did, his cheeks flushed red. “Well, um, I mean, if you want to--”

“You think too much.” You teased, poking Namjoon’s nose. “I mean, we’re human, so...kind of going to be the parents around here for the time being.”

“Yeah...O-of course.”

“I see your humanity hasn’t made you any less awkward.” Tae laughed. “Still our clumsy Namjoon.”

“You can take the doll out of the clumsy, but you can’t take the clumsy out of the doll.” Hoseok agreed.

“Oh hush.” You walked up to Namjoon, who still had Koya cuddled against his chest, and gently pet his little head. He snuggled against your hand. “Welcome home, Koya. I hope you like it here.”

He nodded wordlessly, reaching his stubby little arms for you, so Namjoon let you hold him for a few minutes while the noodles boiled.

“Need any help around here?”

“Could you just set the table? A napkin and a fork for each of us.”

“You got it.” He walked over to the silverware drawer and pulled out two forks, laying a napkin under each one.

“Thank you, Joonie.” You smiled and handed Koya back to him so you could handle the noodles.

Namjoon sighed softly, watching you cook dinner, your new little blue friend in his arms, and he finally knew what it meant to go weak in the knees. You were his girl. You always had been, but now...he didn’t know how to ask you to be more...

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[yourkeeperoftherunners]

Unparalleled Service [BTS Jimin]

Plot: So your best friend’s a little obsessed with Ariana Grande and happens to have a sour break-up with her beau. She thinks dragging you to Tiffany and Co warrants drinking too many complimentary beverages and bragging about the silver friendship jewelry she’s buying for spite. “She’s a mess,” you grumbled as she dragged one clerk off to look at something. “Don’t worry, my colleague has her all taken care of,” the blonde replied with a smile. “How may I assist you today?”

Rating: PG-13 (Language, slight drunken behavior, bad break-up)

Characters: Tiffany and Co. Clerk!Jimin x Female Reader, Samantha OC, Tiffany and Co. Clerk!Taemin

Notes: Part of the Unparalleled Service series I’ve planned. I own nothing except for the idea and setting. Inspired by the author’s personal encounters with the rare friendly or welcoming clerks in high end brand boutiques. This one is inspired by Ariana Grande’s backstory for her single “7 Rings”.

“I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!” Sam blubbered as she sobbed into your shoulder.

You patted her on the back and let her cry some more, resisting the urge to say, “I told you so.”

Your poor best friend had been dating Mr. Perfect in her mind. He had excellent grades, was in involved in extracurriculars, and worked out. Because they had been together since high school, despite being long-distance at college, everyone was waiting for him to pop the question soon.

But you had your doubts about him since day 1 – on the surface he seemed textbook perfect, but you had a bad feeling about him. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something told you that this guy wasn’t her end game. His family wasn’t poor, but they were definitely working class, while her family had made their money in a successful family business that started with her grandparents.

About a few days ago, a guy friend of yours overheard him saying that Sam was only his bank account, admitting that she was pretty, but nothing special. Of course he recorded it and shared it with both of you, leading to one hell of a messy break-up. The boyfriend insisted he was goaded by the guys into saying those things, while Sam declared it was over and that she was more than the money in the bank.

A few days later, you decided to check in on Sam, bringing over her favorite foods and a cute Krunk plush you saw at Hot Topic. You knocked on the door of her apartment and frowned when you heard a husky voice chanting, “I want it, I got it” over and over.

“Hey!” Sam said as she yanked the door open. “Aww you’re the best Y/N! Come in, come in!”

“Please tell me you blocked his number,” you asked as you came and pulled the snacks out.

“Oh definitely,” she replied. She ran to her computer and paused the song that was playing. “Sorry, I was listening to Ari’s new hit – I’m obsessed and it’s such a revelation! I mean, she went through that breakup with Pete and I went through a breakup...”

“Oh yeah,” you mumbled as you stashed the ice cream in the freezer. You turned to face her and asked what she wanted to do.

Sam straightened up and studied your outfit. “Sorry, do you have anything nicer?”

“Um thanks?” you replied, trying not to look offended.

“No I didn’t mean it like that!” she backtracked. “Hang on, let me try this again. Look, I don’t wanna sit at home and mope over romcoms. Ari’s track made me think and I realized that an engagement ring is overrated. If I get something sparkly to mark something, I should be getting friendship jewelry with you, my true blue bestie.”

“Aww thanks, but I don’t see why I need to change my clothes,” you said.

“Did you know that Ari took her besties to Tiffany’s and bought matching rings after her split with Pete?”

You shook your head and waited for Sam to explain what she had in mind.

“We’re gonna doll ourselves up, look as rich as fuck, and we’re gonna go to Tiffany’s and get matching jewelry,” she declared.

“Now?”

“Oh hell yes now.”

“I’m buying okay?” she insisted once you got to the mall. “No, you’re not fighting with me on this! No friend has ever been there for me like you have Y/N. Whatever you want, I’m buying okay?”

“Oh okay, I...thank you,” you murmured. “You know I’ll always be your friend, jewelry or no jewelry.”

She nudged you and replied that she knew that. “That’s why you’re the best Y/N, you don’t care if I’m rich or not. That’s why I wanna treat you. Okay?”

You nodded and allowed her to link arms with you as you walked into Tiffany’s.

“I called ahead,” she explained as she walked to the counter. She greeted the woman behind the counter and explained that she made an appointment for a personal shopping experience.

The woman looked up the name and nodded, excusing herself to grab the clerks who would be assisting you.

“Probably the only time I’ll ever come in here,” you murmured, low enough for no one to hear.

The woman returned with two handsome young men dressed in dark suits, introducing them as Taemin and Jimin. Both greeted you with pleasant smiles and part of you had to wonder if Sam begged to have the cutest guys waiting on you.

“Before we begin, may we offer you ladies something to drink?” Taemin asked.

“Champagne please,” Sam spoke up as she stepped closer to him.

You flashed Taemin a small smile and replied that you were content with water for now. The clerk turned to his colleague, who excused himself to retrieve the beverages you requested.

“Oh absolutely not!” Sam declared, shaking her head violently. “This is a best friends occasion – she’s the only one who stuck by my side when my asshole ex tried to go all scrub on me!”

Taemin flashed a sympathetic look at Sam, tilting his head as he reassured her that she was more than just her money.

You resisted the urge to laugh behind your Evian bottle, watching as Sam dragged Taemin to the display where some of the designer collaborations were housed.

“I’m guessing things must have ended recently?” Jimin asked.

You nodded and shook your head, muttering that Sam was a mess. “I love her like a sister and I know break-ups suck,” you added. “...Look I’m not ungrateful for this outing, but you can thank Ariana Grande for inspiring this whole thing.”

Jimin chuckled before turning his attention to you. “Please don’t worry Miss Y/N, my colleague has her all taken care of. How may I assist you?”

You capped the Evian and shrugged, explaining that she wanted you to pick out a piece for yourself as a symbol of your friendship, no budget set. “But I don’t want to go for the most expensive thing here,” you said. “Maybe something understated but easy for every day.”

Jimin nodded as he looked over at the displays. “Is there a jewelry item you wear more often?”

You gave it some thought and watched as Sam tried on a bracelet out of the corner of your eye. You always wore earrings, but you tended to stick to a plain pair of small hoops – they were easy to coordinate with your outfits and you could sleep in them without weird marks. Subconsciously your hand went to tuck a strand of hair behind an ear and Jimin took note of the standard small hoops you were wearing.

“How long have you had those?” he asked, pointing to your earrings.

You paused, meeting his his eyes as your hand remained in place behind your ear. “Um, I don’t know? Maybe since I got my ears pierced? It’s been a while.”

Jimin hummed, eyes glancing over to his colleague who was assisting Sam. He beckoned for you to follow him to a display, and you took another swig from the Evian bottle before standing on one side of the display case to look at the items.

He unlocked the case from his side and pulled out a few pairs of earrings. “I don’t know if you prefer a Tiffany iconic style like our Return to Tiffany series,” he mused, pushing the small heart studs forward, “or if you want something that’s a bit more of a statement. Did you want something from the same collection as your friend?”

You snapped your head over toward Sam and then looked back at Jimin. “What is she looking at?”

Jimin retrieved a pair of delicate earrings with an oval gemstone hanging from a lever back earring. The top of the gemstone was decorated with two leaves in gold metal, making you think of olives for some reason.

“Our Olive Leaf Drop Earrings, which is from the Paloma Picasso line,” Jimin explained. “Your friend is looking at the bracelet in the same line.” He pulled a few more pairs out, each with a different gem stone. “Do you see one you prefer?”

Your eyes scanned over the choices and you pointed to a pair in your favorite gemstone color. He put the other ones back in the case and you asked if you could try them on. He nodded and turned to the back counter to grab a mirror for you to use.

You removed your hoop earrings and placed them carefully on the counter. You removed one earring from the display post and opened the lever, carefully inserting it into the hole. You closed the backing before retrieving the second earring and placing it in the other ear.

Jimin studied you before you fixed your hair so you could see both ears clearly in the mirror. He nodded in approval with a smile and you took a closer look at your reflection.

The earrings struck a nice balance between a slight upgrade to your current pair and being classy enough to wear anywhere for almost any occasion. You blinked as you stared at yourself, turning your head side to side to see each ear clearly.

“OOH! I LIKE!” Sam chirped as she looked over at you. “Is that a yes?”You looked up and nodded with a small smile. She beamed as she flashed her bracelet from the same collection, declaring it was perfect.

“Here you are ladies,” Taemin said as he presented 2 Tiffany blue bags to you. “Thank you again for shopping with us and please feel free to contact us if you have any other needs.”

Sam took her bag and thanked Taemin, while you thanked Jimin with a polite smile. You picked up your bag and linked arms with Sam as you headed out into the mall.

“So...he was cute, right?”

“Who?” you asked.

“Oh come on, Jimin!” Sam insisted. “He seemed into you.”

“Don’t start,” you warned her. “This is about friends today.”

She sighed and draped her arm over your shoulders. “You’re right, but if I’m not gonna get my man, you should.” She pointed to your bag and bet that you probably got his business card.

You rolled your eyes and dug around in the small bag, feeling around for a card. Your fingers found something and you carefully lifted it up to see it was indeed a business card.

[dear--charlie]

Dear Charlie,

It’s been awhile, right? I’ve decided to write you weekly letters, don’t know exactly why, but I really love your existence and knowing you’re here makes me feel better. I guess that’s why I’ve decide to do that.I don’t recall the last time I wrote you, I guess it was in the beginning of January. So let me apologize in advance for the long ass letter you’re about to get.

Today is Feb 22, the year has barely begun, I know. But Charlie, so many things already happened to me, and the best part of it? I’m actually okay ever since 2019 came around.

I’ve already told you Christmas is always a hard holiday for me, I don’t like it at all. Unfortunately it’s not only Christmas, this bad feeling lasts till february. So as soon as 2019 started, I was already expecting it to suck for the next couple month, but you know what? It didn’t. I hate the best New Year’s eve EVER. Me and my friends (15 of us) traveled to one of our friend’s house for three days and let me tell you, Charlie, ít was amazing, I really did had the time of my life. We got really drunk a few times, played smash, danced in the rain, cooked a lot of weird food and etc. I entered in 2019 on a great mood.

On the first week after New Year S came back to disturb my life. You remember her, right? The girl who broke my heart. She said she loved me very much and was thankful for me, cause I really did a lot for her and helped her through some thought moments of her life which is why she should have treated me better and a bunch of other shit. It made me mad, Charlie. It upset me how she could come back to the same “i’m sorry i love you” when I had said how much it hurt me, so the only thing I said was “pls don’t”. S obviously didn’t understand - like always - and started saying how amazing I was, how beautiful of a person I could be, that I deserved all the love in the world and bla bla bla. Honestly? I don’t believe in one single word that comes out of her mouth. Not after what she did to me, not after playing with my feeling like she did. I don’t know about you, Charlie, but I have a rant acc on twitter just to get things out of my chest and only 7 people know this acc. S was still one of them back in january. After the things she told me I tweeted “i’ve never wished this much to not know how to read like i’m wishing right now”. Oh boy, why did i ever do this. She started subtweeting me like a 12 yo child does, and i absolutely hate people that throw shade instead of talking there problems out, so I did what any decent mature person would do, I told her if she had something to say, she should say it to me, not subtweet me.

Whenever I’m too overwhelmed I can’t help but switch from english to my mother language so i started tweeting in my first language about mYSELF and clearly she had to make it about herself, distort everything - she was stupid enough to use google translate - and make herself the victim like she always does. The thing is, Charlie, that I no longer liked her, I still loved her, don’t get me wrong, but i didn’t liked her anymore. She was bad for me, she was one of the most toxic things in my life AND I KNEW IT, so I didn’t fall for her charms again, I didn’t feel bad for what I said. And you know what? She managed to try to make people believe our friend had turned me against her - she was being a bitch with this friend and even if I never take sides, this time I took our friends because S really did fucked up - and all my posts were about her. Once again the Cinderella complex strikes and she made the whole situation about herself. Well, to finish the telenovela, she blocked me. I don’t know why but the instant right after S blocked me I felt the weight of the whole world get off of my shoulders. I didn’t cry, didn’t feel any kind of sadness. Nothing. Just relief. That’s when I realized I needed to get her out of my life in every single way, so I shut her down, deleted her from every social media, deleted her number and moved on. You can never imagine how happy and relieved I felt, Charlie. I have no idea what’s going on with her life now and I hope I don’t get to cross paths with her ever again. I’m happy without her.

A few weeks after the drama with S, I realized that I was looking forward to celebrate my birthday. Do you understand that, Charlie? The first time I was excited for my birthday ever since my mom passed. I was literally making a countdown for Feb 12. I had hated my birthday for 4 years, Charlie. It was a time of the year where I would shut myself in my room and endlessly cry cause my mom wasn’t there and three days after that day it would be her death anniversary. Yes, my mom passed away three day after my birthday. I spent that birthday cleaning her vomit and helping her taking one of her lasts showers. You can imagine why I hated this date so much. So I also think you can understand a bit why it meant so much to me to finally feel okay to celebrate it. Charlie, my boy, it was the best week of the year. I went out four times with my friends, got a lot of free food and booze, the most horrible cake ever - i loved it tho -, a ridiculous birthday card with a BTS edit (yeah i do like kpop fuck it)  where they were at a birthday party with me and tons of baby alive dolls - it was so fucking creepy but i also love it -, got the news that I was traveling to go to my two favorite bands concert (The Maine and BTS), had my therapist tell me I was looking bright and happy for the first time in years and some other things. My birthday’s week was truly amazing, I didn’t even cry on my mom’s death anniversary, I was happy on that day.

I don’t exactly remember when this happened, but my uncle came out to me. I’ve always knew he was gay because he came out to my mom in 2012 (the only person that knew in our family)  and she told me about it, but I never asked him cause I knew he would do it when he felt comfortable enough. I took the chance and came out to him as well, which was funny since he was zero surprised like every single one of my friends. He also told me he started doing drag!!! I got so excited when he showed me his pictures in drag and boy, listen, my uncle’s drag is fucking gorgeous. I told him about RuPaul’s Drag Race and we spent that day watching it together. We bounded so much more after this day, Charlie. He made sure to let me know I wasn’t alone, I wasn’t supposed to fight through life by myself cause he was there for me and would always be there. I love him for being my only family that makes me feel safe and loved.

Well, Charlie, that was a bit of what happened after my last letter to you. I’m sorry for the giant letter and the typos, but I wanted to let you know that I’m finally okay. Life has been pretty good to me, I’ve been surrounded by people I love and love me back and I think that’s good enough for now. I hope 2019 be good to you just like it’s being to me. I’m extremely grateful for your life, Charlie. Thank you for always listening.

Love Always,

Bia.

[byunbyunny-blog]

Unpopular Kpop Opinions

Yeah, I know, this trend is so dead it’s not even funny anymore, but I still wanted to say my piece, so here we go (obv I have more than like 12 opinions but)

Y’all know the drill. I’m not trying to offend anyone, these are just my personal opinions, if you’re offended, either move on or debate like a civilized person, don’t waste anybody’s time with nasty hate :)

1. Blackpink is the most processed group out there Rn. Don’t get me wrong, I love the girls and I’m not saying that they have horrible personalities or are actually ugly or anything like that, it’s just that it’s so obvious that nothing they show is real, way more than other groups, where it’s just a general feel. It’s like every little detail with Blackpink has been micromanaged. All of their aegyo is scripted, everything they say is scripted, all of their outfits are done by a stylist (even the airport fashion everyone goes crazy for). I definitely have a feeling that their personal instagrams are highly manufactured as well. I feel like YG truly treats them like Barbie dolls. It just seems to be on a whole different level from the norm

2. I get bad vibes from Chanyeol. Honestly at this point he’s my least fav EXO member. I really feel like he was made an idol because of his looks )which is difficult for me cause he’s not even that attractive to me?) He’s pretty good at rapping the lines he’s given, but he’s not a rapper. I’ve never cringed more in my life than when I watched his Unpretty Rap Star performance with subtitles. WTF??? Rapping aside, he comes off as so extremely arrogant, and honestly really fake. Ik almost idols put up a front for the fans and I totally get that, and most of them are great people beneath that persona, but that’s just not the vibe I get from Chanyeol. And then there’s the continued racism/sexism...

3. I don’t like Gfriend. Sunny Summer is a bop, don’t get me wrong, but I just haven’t been able to get into the group. I think my problem was that the first thing I ever saw was a clip of Yerin on a variety show, and literally all she did was brag about how her fans say she looks like an anime character and how small her face is and how terribly difficult their choreography is, and it really just gave me a bad taste in my mouth. Since then, I’ve seen ugh things from other members, like bad attitudes and stuff. The only member I can like is Umji, I feel so protective of the girl because she gets such a hard time (even from her members like wtf)

4. I don’t get why people are shocked at Baam being the same as Boom Boom. Obviously Momoland’s company is going to try and recreate the group’s success with a similar song, and in the interest of honesty, I wasn’t crazy about Boom Boom, and think Baam is way catchier. So in my opinion, it’s like they upgraded, though I do hope they try something different for their next comeback so they don’t totally flop.

5. Jennie is the obvious favorite (of YG) in Blackpink. This has been clear to me ever since I first came across Blackpink, and tbh, the more I see from them, the more it pisses me off. I’m not hating on Jennie it’s not her fault. I just really hope that it doesn’t tear the group apart. Anybody would be affected by that sort of thing after awhile and if YG doesn’t get his shit together his most popular group Rn is going to wither.

• Ex.: Why is Jennie the one getting preferential treatment w fashion?? Everyone says Jennie is the one who gets all this stuff because she’s the most “fashion adjacent” in the group, but she’s that way because YG made her that way. It’s the company putting her forward the most. She got a Chanel contract way before any of the other members got to do anything on their own w fashion. Now she’s doing solo sponsorships and solo magazine shoots. Jisoo is the one who deserves this. She’s the group’s visual, and she gets screwed over all the time with line distribution. If she got the fashion stuff, I could see it as fair, but no, she doesn’t get lines or solo promotions

6. I get really cold vibes from Taeyong. This one’s pretty short, all I have to say is that I feel like he’s not very genuine.

7. I hate it when people blame Taeyeon or Jessica for what happened with SNSD. I don’t think the guilt should fall totally on one girl. I think they’re both guilty. Everything I’ve ever seen with SNSD has made me feel that something happened between them that caused a lot of issues. It could be a battle for popularity, it could be jealousy. I just think when people point out that there was obv tension between them, the fault shouldn’t go to one girl. In my opinion, they’re both divas, so shit was bound to happen.

8. I don’t like Krystal’s attitude. So a lot of people defend Krystal by saying that she only gets shit for her attitude because she’s female, which is true. But where I disagree is when people say it’s okay. It’s not okay for Krystal to do it (and tbh I get cold vibes from her sister too) nor is it okay for male idols to do it. Like you know exactly what you signed up for, you’re so privileged to be where you are, and you’re just going to pout the whole time?? I just don’t have sympathy

9. I feel like BTS are fake woke. I’m not commenting on actual political views within the group, I just feel like they’re putting on a display (like making a big show of it) and stretching this to appeal to westerners. Like I applaud what they’ve done for mental health, but they don’t speak up about the Wild bulllying going on within their own fandom, and there are so many issues they could stand up for in Korea, but instead they’re going to bring up MLK? It just doesn’t quite feel okay to me, idk

10. I don’t think Ikon should’ve been a seven member group. I’m an ikon fan and I love all of the members, I really do, but I feel like seven is so unnesscary, and I have this feeling that like YG threw in extra members just to follow the trend of the really big groups. Having a bigger group like that really breaks from YG’s usual pattern, and I feel like it fits with his newer trend of being a follower, not a setter, which is just a whole other topic to discuss. But no, I definitely feel that Hanbin, Bobby, Junhoe, and Jinhwan are the ones who truly add to the group. I love my other three boys to bits and believe all seven should be idols, but there should’ve been some other arrangement.

11. EXO needs to stop fucking with Suho. I’ve seen so many videos of them making fun of him and ignoring him and honestly it pisses me the fuck off, especially since Suho never does this in return. I’m sure there are plenty of videos and photos of them loving him too, and I’ve seen them, but in general, I feel like there’s a lack of respect towards their leader.

•AND DONT EVEN GET ME STRTED ON FUCKBOY CHANYEOL MAKING FUN OF SUHO SAYING HIS VERSION OF EXODUS WOUODNT SELL CAUSE I STG IF I WAS THERE I WOULDVE LOST MY FUCKING MIND

12. Xiumin is underrated. I don’t think it’s as bad now, because he has been promoting for EXO-CBX and that gave him some really good opportunities to shine and everything, but still, Minseok is talented, good looking, and doesn’t keep saying shitty racist things to Kai like some other people who I won’t mention.