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[jojosgaylittleadventure]

bows my head down. I'm sorry for spam liking through your josuyasu tag

they appeared in my brain for the first time in half a year and I had to Consume

!!!!!!! Never apologize for spam liking, especially for something like Josuyasu lol

Not to shamelessly self promote but if you haven’t already you should totally read my fics >.>

I have a master post here

But it always makes me happy when I see someone going through my blog and mass liking and rebloging stuff 😊 (I do it all the time lol)

[nagashima-shou-fanclub]

For the WIP ask game, please tell me about Fatal Frame!!!

Aaah, thank you for asking! I know the file name is a bit incoherent, so I'm glad it still sounded interesting! ▼・ꈊ・▼

This is an AU I've been (very) slowly working on since I got into the Spirit Hunter series, and it follows the various characters as they navigate the world of the Fatal Frame series! I changed the stories slightly to fit the characters better but I wanted to stay true to the original games as much as I could...

Since Fatal Frame: The Tormented started this AU and is the one I've worked on the most, I'll talk about that one! It might be a bit all over the place since I'm still trying to figure everything out lol.

It mainly follows Kazuo Yashiki, an amnesiac and "spirit doctor" who takes the place of Rei Kurosawa, as he suddenly finds himself in the Manor of Sleep, being led by a mysterious Black Rabbit and the vestiges of a strangely familiar woman... The further into the manor he goes, the more his memories unfold before him, slowly revealing a truth he isn't sure he wants to discover. But despite the danger, he makes his way deeper inside to discover the source of the inexplicable grief that plagues him.

Other characters include Moe Watanabe, who takes the place of Miku Hinasaki and acts as Yashiki's assistant, Natsumi Kijima, who takes the place of Kei Amakura and requests the help of Yashiki to save her nephew, and Akira Kijima, who takes the place of Mio Amakura and is a sufferer of the Manor of Sleep.

For the story, I've always loved the thought of characters becoming amnesiacs but still holding the old emotions they felt towards certain people, which is what I did with Yashiki! He is haunted by a grief he doesn't understand because he lost his memories, which eventually leads him to the Manor of Sleep.

[baldandgay]

Your tags KILL MEEEEEE DOOOOOOOD ☠️☠️☠️☠️

lol your fic was v good and my brain is just too dead for good words today

they illude me (〜￣△￣)〜

but i fully plan to write out an actual comment on Ao3 tomorrow (if the brain allows~)

@literally anyone reading this: go read good fun bloodweave au fic now!!!

[dokiyeom]

AYA IM SORRY ITS BEEN SO LOMH BUT HRU .???? DID U LISTEN TO SVT’S NEW SOMG YET i havent but i would like to know ur thoughts 😇😇

KANA DW !! i’m lw awful at replying && being active on tumblr but i have !!!! i love how fml, i don’t understand but i luv u, dust, and april shower r all like,, more mellow ?? like as much as i love a song that’s just soso powerful n cool,,, i think i listen to more mellow music on a daily basis && i love svt for making a majority of the songs on the mini album like that <3

also hello long haired jeonghan. yea.

[petaltexturedskies]

I love your blog so much 💖

[kairiscorner]

MISS YOU POOKIE <33

AH I MISS YOU TOO POOKS ❤️❤️❤️ I NEVER WANNA GET DISTRACTED BY A GUY EVER AGAIN

[zealctry]

madara voice: u look like a wet possum and probably smell like one too

Hidan, pausing in the process of styling his hair just right, because anything else would be sheer tragedy and a crime against humanity: " . . ...you want me sooo bad, it makes you look stupid. "

[herald-of-aurene]

1, 2, and 13 for whoever you'd like!

1: I’ll use this one for spite, as my others couldn’t really be a leader as sylvari i guess?:

As Ash Imperator, Spite would definitely be pushing for The Charr to make more diplomatic ties to the other races, and for less focus on war. However, as the descendant of Kalla Scorchrazor (and other Charr with hatred of the flame legion) + the cub of a flame legion convert, she would fight tooth and nail for the flame legion not to return to the other legions. She wouldn’t play dirty to stop them, but she would make every resistance she could. 

2: I’ll use this for Athinri: She would suck at any of the heavy armor classes, she just would break wearing anything heavier than leather armor. Also, she is just wayy too clumsy for it, which is the reason she didn’t go thief.

13:  Both Spite AND Athinri (BC my other two try to stay under the radar as much as possible:

Spite would totally have an article written about her and Trahearne’s “Secret Relationship” that in reality they didn’t try to hide at all. 

Athinri’s on the would be somewhat similar, it would be about her trying to “Get close to the son of the legend Eir Stegalkin to finish what Mordremoth started” sometime after HoT but before LWS3. They spent a lot of time together to kinda process what had happened, and they leaned on each other until Braham started to blame and get aggressive towards Spite. 

[lumilasi]

(´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ❤ Hi hi hello! I hope you're having an amazing day/night, whether you're nice and cozy at home, or out living the life! Make sure you take care of yourself, okay? Stay hydrated, sleep well, eat lots, and just remember ─ YOU MATTER. You are so, so loved, and so important to this world, and if you ever forget that, I'll bop ya right on the head! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ Don't ever change, alright? (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Stay beautiful! ~ 🩵

Awww thank you! I really appreciate this, especially given things have been rough up in the noggin' lately. I feel like if I didn't have my art hobby & friends I'd be much worse off rn OTL

[jedimastre-archive]

i don't need anon but honestly i am constantly just *chin hands* at your portrayal. your dedication, your attention to detail. your ability to go above and beyond but also deepen what is shown to us in canon. i love reading everything you post and picking your brain for more because i simply can't get enough. your obi wan is top tier and im so lucky to have you as a writing partner uwu. oh yeah and our ship is pretty amazing too <3

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

[starvingtongue]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ❝You mean you wish to surrender to me?❞ ( xiao for zeph! )

@tamedgod

"For now, at least." a shrug fell from her shoulders. she had no wish to embrace death now. it would seem like such a waste. Zephyr was sure there were better ways to die then to his hand. besides, she had been alive long enough to know when to avoid reckless situations. she liked to choose her battles after all. this did not seem like the one to risk her life for.

hands went down and the tingle of magic went with it. it was an attempt to show that she was serious. some action behind her words to show she wasn't all talk. her back straightened now that she didn't have to think about potentially dodging a blade or a ball of magic. "I only scouted this place out in attempt to get the Dwemer trinket that's supposedly housed here. I see no reason to spill unnecessary blood in the process." bandits and drauger were the only things she expected to stand in her way. they were usually the only things that stood in her way. and she typically only attacked when the other in question drew their weapon first. she was quite happy to sneak past or go through without having to kill if possible.

perhaps finding all there was to know about the Dwemer had truely rotted her brain over the years. or maybe it was the lack of constant, healthy companionship that had whittled down her social capabilities, but she was determined to get her hands on what lay in this place. it had been something she'd had her golden eyes on for a while now.

"You can aid me, if you like. I can't say if there's anything else along the way that would pique your interest, but you might be able to make some coin along the way."

[nokk0]

True

Thanks for liking my art!!!

Your art is very beautiful and amazing!!! More likes are coming on it’s way >:3

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

Heyy!! How you doing?~ I wanted to ask who do you think out of TFP's autobots would be most to least husband or boyfriend material 🫣🫣

Yippieee, 1st ask!! ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝI am the worst person you could have asked for a tier list of whom is good husband material and not so good (shaking TFP Starscream with her tiny hands). /j

WARNING: This all based on myyy own opinion, logic and what I know from the Prime series - so, all fun! Never take seriously what I say! Also, too much text.

(´艸｀) ~

Transformers Prime - Most to Least husband material

MOST

Bumblebee - Baby boy, would be such a good husband. Soft and protective, good with kids, comprensive - the list can keep going! Perfection in person. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Optimus Prime - He is good husband material, but I fear his selflessness and will to give his life for the sake of others, specially you, can be a double edged sword... but he is nonetheless a good candidate to be husband.

Soundwave - A genius, intelligent, has sense of humor - can be quite stalkerish if you think about it, but it's loyal and definitely protective. If you don't mind the silence and the pattern of his speech, he is good husband material! Maybe the only thing that rests him points would be that he would give you a death scare if you forget he is there for a second.

Bulkhead & Breakdown - Same tier, both give me the vibes of 'I am a big guy, strong and ready to protect you' and 'the guy that will make you laugh, listen to you and can be quite naive (at some degree)'. They would be perfect to give you comfort and support, but have their flaws - impulsiveness, might not give the right answers or words in the moment. Nonetheless, good husband material, just be patience and easy with them! (Of course give them a slap at the back of their helms when needed).

Knock Out & Smokescreen - Same tier and like BH/BD; they can be good husband material, but I fear both can come off sometimes annoying because of their personalities. KO could be annoying because of his quite egocentric personality and Smokes is a yapper and quite impulsive. Buuut they are not the worst, good husband material with its flaws.

Arcee (Yes, I am adding her here (bisexual noises) & Cliffjumper - A duo as always, they can be good wife/husband material, buuut with how easy things can get in their nerves (speaking more on Cee's side since... well, we only had Cliff for 1 episode-), you'll need both patience and put your limits/stance if you want the relationship to work. And reassurance on Arcee's side. She has lost many partners already, you will need to show her kindness and softness, comfort and support. And she will pay you back the same and protect you dearly.

Ratchet - The middle point; I love Ratchet dearly, but I fear with the war and how much he has lost, adding to the fact he has decided to close himself off on some emotional levels in order to not 'keep suffering and focus on his tasks' he can be a 'good husband material but with it's difficulties'. Will need patience, reassurance and perseverance on this,

Starscream - Like Ratchet, but worse. Starscream can be a double-faced mech that is both a victim of abuse and his own problems (not able to trust others, cowardly, hurting others before he gets hurt, doing anything to get his own way) and also the culprit of making other victims. He is a mix of too many things, but we know he is loyal, and I'm sure that with time, too much patience and reassurance, he could become husband material. It's a "I can fix him" and it could work! ... or not.

Wheeljack - Yeah... I like him, but I'll have my doubts. I fear he might not be that a good material husband with how much he is travelling and moving from place to place. And I also fear there is a 50% he won't be that faithful or take your feelings in the matter as something important to evaluate. I love you Jacky, but the 'husband material' might not be quite here.

Megatron - Yeah... could work. Protective, secure of himself... quite aggressive, could snap or hurt you. If you add the dark energon, could hurt you badly or... offline you. Worst part, I think it could happen intentionally or, if it happnes by accident, will not mourn you. The 'I need someone strong as me, not weak' is playing in my head. (；′⌒`)

Dreadwing - Will be loyal, but with how he is prone to be aggressive and get physical, idolizing Megatron - I fear if the latter orders him to do something with you... might do it. (°ロ°)

Shockwave - Nuh-huh, always puts rational thoughts before feelings, and he might not be thaaat far from hurting you if he wants something for his own gain or use you as an experiment (actively or passive, might not see you 100% as an equal).

Airachnid - Haha. No. I support women rights and wrongs but cheez - doesn't totally see you as an equal and I fear she is ready to offline you if you are no longer something 'usable' for her.

LEAST

I think that's all of them! Just took the main-important ones in my point of view. As you can see, I like to write, I am yapper after all. (。・ω・。) Vhaos out!

[kingofthewilderwest]

Those leaked images look like ass, y'alls.

They're matching everything exactly to what it looked like in the movie. The result is everything looks very, very fake. The final product should have more refined visuals (we ain't done editing). But I don't see how we're going to take those shots and de-ass-ify them.

The movie's whimsical designs don't translate to a brick-by-brick recreation. You aren't selling me that people made an arena like that. You'd be better on live sets that lie closer to reality than forcing a pastiche of the movie's over-the-top whimsy.

Part of HTTYD's charm (to the delight of the animators!) was getting things scruffy, dirty, lived-in, imperfect. I was talking with @hcsp1 today and I agree with what he said: "It looks like a cool cosplay image, not a big budget studio film." The arena pic feel like a hyper-edited, visually-scrubbed Photoshop rather than a lived-in world.

If you're going to match visuals exactly, it highlights how redundant and pointless it'd be to make that live action.

I could be wrong regarding the cove because they're blurry images, but: the color, lighting, and differences in graininess / resolution / definition / whatever-word-goes-here between the foreground and background make it feel like a cheap greenscreen. Also: the foreground is ass, and the background is ass.

Toothless is an example of "try so hard to be 'realistic' that we render it ugly." Guess what word I'm going to use to describe how I feel about the model? Looks like ass.

A person can't make an accurate analysis on something with so little data. But. Something something something ass ass ass. My takeaway is this looks like ass.

I still want folks to know I'm not following live action news and don't anticipate answering questions on it; I'd prefer to see and know as little of it as possible. But I am voluntarily providing my opinion here. ;) And my opinion is... [dramatic drumroll with the most glorious of winks] (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ ......ASS! ∘* ✧･ﾟ

[dokiyeom]

WAIT U HAVE CATS ???? I NEED THEIR NAMES NOW POR FAVOR 🙏

i do !! i couldn’t choose a singular photo so here r 6 :DD the one on the top is matcha && the one on the bottom is sesame :DDD

[sxfterhearts]

backstage visits

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ idol!jiung x non-idol!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: fluff semi-inspired by love story, p1h (aka my fav p1h song!!) and a mini-continuation of neighbourly visits (but can be read as a standalone!)

♡ word count: 2,469 words

♡ summary: jiung's been acting weird and distant all week. but everything changes when you receive an mcountdown backstage pass in the mail...

♡ author’s note: hey guys! i've been thinking about this one for awhile. perhaps i should make it into a mini-series? pls let me know what you think (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

//

“She’s here, Jiung.”

“What?” Jiung gasped in shock. Turning to Jongseob, he asked urgently with firm hands grasping on his friends’ shoulders, “Where is she?”

“Dressing room 3, the one with the stage costumes.”

Jiung was about to run off, but turned around to quickly express his gratitude. “Thanks, man.”

Jongseob nodded with an understanding smile. “Don’t mess it up this time.”

Jiung shot him a nervous smile before disappearing into a blur of orange and white amongst the backstage hallways.

You were sitting on the couch in the middle of the quiet dressing room, eyes darting around nervously. You crossed, then uncrossed your legs a few times, uncertain.

You felt out of place. You’ve never attended a music show screening before, let alone been inside the building where the recordings took place. You were usually a self-assured, confident person, but striking, glittery costumes of all shapes, sizes and colours surrounded you, and you couldn’t help but to look down at your own clothes – just a normal t-shirt and jeans. Plain, like the rest of you.

Which is one of the reasons, if not the main reason, why you were so nervous right now. In the past few weeks since you visited Jiung in the hospital, you had undoubtedly gotten closer to your former-childhood neighbour-turned-popular K-Pop idol. You went over to their dorms a bunch of times to drop off food and side dishes that your mother sent for him, and took him out on gentle walks around the outskirts of Seoul. You even accompanied him and his mother for dinner when she came to visit him last weekend. 

But it was… for the lack of better words, getting a little bit confusing for you. On one hand, you knew that you two were clearly not together. Yet, on the other hand, it seemed to you like you were more than just friends. Which begs the question, what were you to him, exactly?

The past week since his mother’s visit had been odd. You understood that, as an idol, his schedule was hectic and unpredictable. However, when before he used to answer you within the hour, he started leaving more and more of your messages on read. It felt like you were talking to a wall. And the one time you did meet up for ice cream in the middle of the night after his dance practice, you could tell that his mind was elsewhere. It felt like he wasn’t even really there, and like he didn’t want to hang out with you, but was forced to.

That was on Wednesday. After gobbling up your ice cream, you made some stupid excuse about having to double-check something for work and left earlier than you anticipated. You initially thought that the two of you would take a stroll around the Han River, but given his state, you decided to just leave without another word.

Which was why, when you came home on Friday after work and found a ticket and backstage pass for MCountdown in your mailbox, you were stunned. You quickly searched up the show’s lineup, and sure enough, P1Harmony were performing on Sunday night. You weren’t entirely sure what it meant, and whether or not it was even a good idea to show up, but after talking to a few close friends about it, you made the decision to go. After all, what’s the worst that could happen, right? 

Which brings you to the current situation – phone lying idly by your side, teeth gnawing at your lips, and fingers fidgeting with the ends of a sequin dress hanging beside you. Why did he invite you here? Your mind began to spiral in the empty space, where only muffled instrumentals could be heard from the faraway performance stage. You felt like you were always lingering around the peripherals of Jiung’s life, never floating in the same orbit, let alone galaxy, as him. Because let’s be honest, until a few weeks ago when he let you slip in by the backdoor of his life, him, and his voice, were merely something you could only savour from behind a wall, or behind a screen. 

Was it, perhaps… Did he call me here to end it?

The door burst wide open at that moment, revealing a very out-of-breath, yet impeccably dressed and styled Jiung. 

Figures, you thought, as you scanned the boy in front of you from head to toe and rose to your feet. He had a blue knitted shawl thrown over a white long sleeve, and… what were those? Hand warmers? You never really understood fashion anyways.

Jiung took a few seconds to catch his breath and compose himself, not daring to meet your eyes lest they betray him for even a second. When he was rushing to see you before the performance, heck, even when he slipped the backstage passes into your mailbox, truthfully, he wasn’t really thinking. 

See, Jiung was new to this whole… feelings thing. He never used to acknowledge them, let alone think about, process, or talk about them to another person. Growing up, he learned that bottling things up was the quickest and most efficient way to deal with difficult emotions, and that it was the best way to ensure he got back into work. But for some reason, after you reappeared in his life, he started to realise that his default coping mechanisms weren’t that foolproof after all.

And now, he wants to take a big step towards working on this flaw of his. If he could just work up the nerve to look you in the eye…

You cleared your throat, somewhat uncomfortably.

His head shot up in alarm, like a deer caught in headlights. With wide eyes, he stared at you. You stared back at him. Both of you tried to remain expressionless, unsure of what the other was thinking. Both of you had so much to say, but neither had the guts to break the silence.

“I’m sorry I was an ass –”

“Do you hate me –?”

The two of you spoke in unison, overlapping voices filling the dressing room.

Jiung closed his eyes and took a deep breath upon hearing your words. “What I wanted to say was,” A heavy exhale. “I’m sorry. I was being an ass. And no, I don’t hate you.” He chuckled humorlessly. “In fact, it’s quite the opposite.” He muttered, more to himself than anything.

But you heard him. “Yeah,” You laughed softly, nodding. “Yeah, you kinda were an ass.”

“It’s just…” He was looking down at the ground, but his body unconsciously moved closer and closer, towards you, like there was a gravitational pull towards your entire being. “It’s… I didn’t know what to do.”

“About what?” You found yourself moving forward voluntarily, taking baby steps towards him.

“About…” He waved his hands in the air. “About all this. About us…”

Your face fell. You took a step back. “Oh.” You exhaled, feeling your heart sink into a bottomless chasm.

“It’s hard for me, you know? It’s confusing. I got confused.”

Your lips start to tremble. At first, you were so sure that nothing could be worse than absolute radio silence from Jiung. Turns out, this was worse, much worse. Actually hearing his voice utter these words to you were like daggers aimed at your poor soul. “Yeah, you know what? I should probably go.” You just wanted to get out as quickly as possible, and started to make a beeline for the door, but –

“Wait! Listen, please,” He pleaded, finally looking up at you just as you were about to walk past him and out of his life, again. He couldn’t let that happen. “Can you just… Hug me? Please? If that’s okay with you…”

You had so many questions swimming around in your mind but you chose to not think and just did as he said. “But you hate hugs,” You whispered, as your arms came around his waist and his wrapped around your shoulders. 

“Yeah, but, not really. I get less distracted this way.” Jiung muttered in response, and you could feel his chest vibrate against yours. It almost made you feel warm, almost. “Cos I have something important to tell you.” And the sinking feeling returned once more.

You hummed, indicating that you were listening and encouraging him to go on – even though a part of yourself knew what was coming and didn’t want this, whatever it was, to end.

“Y/N, you know me. You’ve known me for a long time. You know me, even before all of this. So trust me when I say, it is hard to deal with my feelings and my emotions. Like you said that time in the hospital, I am not good at dealing with these things. And it’s true, I do bottle them up. But…” He thought for a second, before continuing. “The reason I do it is because it was something that was modelled to me when I was younger, and it was all I knew, and that was how I coped. I avoid things – people, situations, messages, and I run away.”

You nodded. “I know.”

“The past few weeks have been really, really good. I really enjoyed it – all of it. The walks, the food we shared, and just, the time we spent together. I will cherish those memories forever. But…”

You gulped.

“But last weekend, when my mum saw me and asked me about it, I got scared. I don’t know why. She told me that it looked like I got my spark back again, like I was smiling how I used to before. And she asked, whether it was because of you, and what we were. And truthfully, I didn’t know how to answer her, because technically, we weren’t anything.”

You tried to struggle out of his grip at this point because it was too much. Listening to him was too much. But he only held you firmer; wrapped his arms around you a little tighter.

“And then I realised, I never really stop and think about these things. All my life, I just let all my feelings, the good, the bad, and everything in between – I just let them wash over me. And I never really process them, but I never really let them go either. And it wasn’t until the other day when I was walking along the river and I passed the fried chicken place that it hit me. Do you know what I was thinking about when I saw it?”

“What?” You grumbled into his shirt, feeling partially drained from the heavy emotions and anxiousness.

“I wasn’t even thinking about the chicken, or eating the chicken, or having the beer with the chicken. Or how good the rice cakes would taste. I thought, wow, wouldn’t it be perfect, if you were here with me, and we had chicken for supper together?”

“Hmm?” You were confused.

Jiung laughed. “God, I’m so bad at this. What I’m trying to say is,” He loosened his grip so he could face you, eye to eye this time, whilst still holding your body close to his. “It hit me then. I used to go about my life, thinking just about me, or my work, what I want to eat, or what I want to do. And ever since you came into my life, now, all I can think about is you. Everything reminds me of you. The chicken, the walks, a nice park, a good song I heard, a shirt that I saw… I see it, and I think – what would Y/N think of this? What would Y/N prefer? That’s what I want to know. And that’s what scared me. Because not only was it my feelings, but it was also you – your feelings and thoughts were outside of my control because… I can’t read your mind, and because it was heavily implied that if I ever broke your heart I would not be allowed back into my mother’s house, and, and…”

“And?” You asked gently, with a soft, encouraging smile painted on your lips. You understood, now.

“And it’s scary. Feelings are scary. They’re big, and they’re scary. But I want to be brave now, because I want to learn how to deal with them properly, and because I want to own up to them so I can treat you right.”

The pause brought about a silence which allowed his words to sink in. 

“Because,” Jiung pulled you impossibly close. You could feel his warm breath against your cheeks, and his thundering heart against his ribcage, mirroring yours. “Because in case it wasn’t super obvious, I really, really like you.” He said, letting out a shaky breath, lips turning upwards in a nervous smile.

You bit your bottom lip and giggled silently, meeting his vulnerable eyes with your cheeky crescent moons. 

“Why…” Jiung paused. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

You laughed in response, pulling slightly away from him but still firmly holding on. 

“What… Why?”

You shook your head before bursting into another fit of giggles. “You started it! You gave me the silent treatment. I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”

“I… What? Y/N?”

You couldn’t help smiling at his shocked expression, staring at you in disbelief as the cogs in his brain turned ever so slowly. “Oh my god, Jiung, just shut up and kiss me already.”

“I –”

His eyes grew as wide as saucers as you pulled him by the collar, down to your height. Any words he had died in his mouth as your lips finally touched. His brain short circuited for a few seconds, trying and failing to register how soft your plump pillows felt against his, and the subtle sweetness of your strawberry lipbalm, and oh, oh, your tongue, and your hands threading through his orange hair (his stylist was going to give him an earful later), and oh – they’re moving down –

“Jiung!” A voice yelled from the other side of the door. “Ten minutes!”

“Shit,” He mumbled as you began to nibble on his bottom lip in fervour. Jiung let out a pained groan. “Y/N, Y/N, I have to… I have to go, I…”

“Hmm?” You pulled away, but not without a loud smooch and a thin string of saliva connecting both of your lips. You batted your eyelashes up at him, giving him the sweetest smile you could muster. 

“Five minutes.” Jiung looked at you sternly, but his wide smile betrayed him. “Five minutes, that’s all we get.”

“Plenty of time.” You reassured him before lacing your fingers with his and getting cosy on the couch. 

Needless to say, the stylists had their work cut out for them before he had to race on stage.