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The House Knows

My fill for the Fall Multifandom Challenge hosted by @sporadic-fics and @helplessly-nonstop . Thank you both, this was a lot of fun!

Prompt: They were roommates

Rating: T

Words: 3k

Pairing: Steve Rogers / Bucky Barnes

Other Characters: Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff

Tags: minor injury, stitches, swearing, questioning sexuality, no powers au, there’s no plot, cuddling, cute, roommates au

The place is perfect.

Too perfect.

Enough that Steve Rogers--a guy known for more bad luck than good, who habitually drags himself back to his feet after being kicked down by life and circumstance over and over again, a guy who can’t help but think the best of people--is suspicious. By all rights, he never should have responded to the Craigslist ad. The location, the interior, the number of rooms, even the profession of his potential roommates is the very definition of too good to be true, especially for the listed rent. And it’s in one of the better neighborhoods in Brooklyn.

Except it was so nice, that he couldn’t resist responding. A guy could dream, after all. No one was more surprised than he was when he got a response from a real human being. Or when that same human being answers the door of the gorgeous brownstone that matches the pictures online almost immediately after Steve knocks.

“Hey there, I’m Sam. The landlord,” the guy says, then shakes his hand with a friendly grin.

“Oh,” Steve says stupidly, blinking, willing it all to sink in. Someone actually answered the door. Then he realizes he’s still holding Sam’s hand. He releases it quickly, and rubs the back of his neck, trying and failing to dispel his embarrassment. “Sorry, it’s just. I didn’t think this was actually real. It is real, right? You sure you didn’t mean to throw a zero on the end of that rent?”

Sam throws back his head and laughs. “Oh, it’s real. Don’t worry, we get that a lot.” He steps away from the door. “Come on in. Don’t worry about taking your shoes off, it’s Clint’s week to clean.”

Steve snorts in spite of himself, but takes Sam’s word for it. He follows Sam through the house, and his disbelief grows with every feature. Washer and dryer included. Each tenant has a private bedroom. Landlord pays all utilities. “Even Wi-Fi?” he asks, mouth agape.

Sam clutches his chest like Steve has gravely offended him. “What do you take me for, Rogers? A monster?”

A terrible thought strikes him, and he’s certain his face goes white, because Sam gives him a funny look. “You’re not involved with the mob or something, are you?” Steve whisper-asks.

Sam laughs so hard, he has to bend over to catch his breath. When he’s recovered a bit, he claps a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I like you. You’re going to fit right in here. If you want it, that is.”

Steve gapes. “If I want it? Are you kidding?”

Sam’s face falls. “Yeah, I get it,” he sighs. “Look, if it’s the bathroom thing, Barnes and Clint have offered to share. You can take the upstairs one.”

“What? Why would you think. No,” Steve sputters. “No, I mean, of course I want it, it’s perfect. I love it, just. Why me? I’m sure you’ve gotten tons of applicants.”

Sam looks at him, his eyes piercing. Steve shifts in place. “You have an honest face,” he says eventually. “And you’re safe. I can tell. At the risk of sounding crazy, I’m particularly good at reading people. The other tenants will love you.”

“Wow,” Steve says. Because how do you respond to that. “So that’s it? That easy?”

“Well, almost,” Sam says.

Steve shouldn’t feel as disappointed as he does. He knows better. There’s always a catch.

“Clint and Barnes have to approve,” Sam clarifies. “They’re both vets, and gay to boot. Last thing I’m going to do is make this kind of decision without their input. They deserve to feel safe in their own homes.”

Steve’s not sure why he’s so surprised that Sam is as considerate as he is. The man has been nothing but friendly, but that kind of empathy isn’t something you see everyday anymore. “Wow, that’s. That’s amazing of you.”

“I admit that I have ulterior motives,” Sam smiles at him. “We gay military types have to stick together, you know?” Then he sobers. “That’s not a problem, is it?”

“Oh no, not at all!” Steve says quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, because Sam eyes him suspiciously. “Sorry, sorry. I don’t have any problem with any of that, I swear! Let people be who they are. It’s just. I know I’m fit, but I never actually served, and I’m straight, so I don’t know if I’m what you’re looking for? I don’t want to make anyone feel unsafe,” he says earnestly.

Sam’s staring at him. Steve feels himself shrinking unconsciously under that scrutinizing gaze. Steve’s fumbling for an apology for wasting Sam’s time, because why would he ever accept Steve now, when Sam says.

“Huh. Well, shit. I could have sworn...”

“What?” says Steve, bracing himself for rejection, already resigning himself to another late-night stroll through the housing and roommate pages.

Sam shakes his head. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. Just, you’re probably going to be the first straight person to live here, ever. It’s actually pretty weird; it’s like the place knows. But yeah, the offer stands.”

“Wait, really?” Steve asks him. “You’re sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” Sam grins at him. “I may have guessed your sexuality wrong, but I know I’m not wrong about you getting along with the other guys. You’ll like them, I know it.”

“Wow, uh, great! When can I meet them?” Steve asks.

“How about in twenty?” Sam grins at him. “It is about dinner time. I’ll order pizza.”

Sam is an excellent host. He doesn't even blink when Steve politely declines wine and beer, getting him a fancy bottle of mint-infused ginger ale instead. Sam waves off his stuttered thanks. “Don’t worry about it. Barnes doesn’t drink, either.”

Barnes, amazingly, also doesn’t mind when Steve stares at his prosthetic. The man had dropped heavily into an armchair after shaking Steve’s hand and introducing himself as something that starts with a B, but Steve doesn’t quite catch because holy hell, the guy is gorgeous. He has soft-looking dark hair that falls in gentle waves past his shoulders, a jawline perfectly highlighted by five o’clock shadow, and grey blue eyes that shimmer in the light. Steve can’t take his eyes off of him. It only gets worse when he pulls off his baggy sweatshirt, revealing a broad frame and the shiny, intricate limb. The guy clears his throat, and Steve’s eyes shoot back to his face, embarrassment setting his face aflame.

Steve stammers out an apology. “I’m so sorry, Barnes,” Steve says miserably. “It’s rude of me to stare. It’s just that I’m an artist, and the design is stunning.” It probably makes him a terrible person, but Steve’s glad the prosthetic gives him such a good excuse for staring.

The guy just laughs, grinning at Steve. “Don’t worry about it, pal. Everyone does.”

“Doesn’t make it right,” Steve says.

“You’re right, it doesn’t,” Barnes says amicably. “But I’m more offended you’re calling me Barnes, to be honest.”

Steve flushes. Can’t he do anything right? “Sorry. Sam calls you Barnes.”

“That’s because Wilson’s an asshole!” Bucky yells into the kitchen. He cackles at the disembodied profane gesture he receives in response. “Nah, but Sam’s the best,” he grins at Steve. “He’s never in town for very long, but it’s a great time when he is.”

“Aw, shucks,” Sam grins at him when he reenters the room, setting a stack of plates and a roll of paper towels on the coffee table. “I guess you’re pretty okay too, Barnes.” Bucky lets out a dramatic wounded sound, and Steve laughs along with Sam. Sam pats Bucky on the shoulder apologetically. He looks around. “Where’s Clint? At this rate, the pizza will get here before he does.”

Bucky shrugs. “Who knows? Don’t worry, he’ll be here. There’s pizza, and you’re buying.”

“True,” Sam chuckles.

At Steve’s questioning eyebrow, Bucky explains with a smirk. “Clint has a sixth sense for pizza. It’s wild. Just you wait; he’ll be here between the time we pay and the time the pie gets cold.”

The pizza comes, Sam pays, and a guy with short blond hair and chunky hearing aids comes strolling in the door a minute later. “Hey, Sam. Bucky. Ooh, pizza!” he grins, and makes a beeline to the box, rubbing his hands together.

Steve laughs, and Bucky winks at him, a mischievous spark in his pale eyes. Steve blushes in spite of himself.

“What?” Clint says, looking around. His eyes land on Steve. “Oh, hey,” he waves, then goes straight for the food.

Sam laughs. “Barton, put the pizza down for a second and meet Steve!”

“What? Oh, hi, Steve,” the guy smiles at him, then takes a bite of the slice he’s holding. “Ow! Hot!” He makes a grab for his burnt tongue, fumbling the slice. It lands on the throw rug, cheese side down. “Aw, pizza.”

Sam shakes his head long-sufferingly, and Bucky rolls his eyes.

Steve grabs the roll of paper towels and starts to pick it up. Clint shoos him away with a grin. “Don’t worry about it, man. I’ve got it. Happens all the time.”

Steve carries the messed up paper towel into the kitchen to throw it away. “Isn’t he sweet?” Sam’s saying to Bucky when he comes out, and Steve flushes.

“Oh yeah,” Bucky says, turning to face Steve with a grin. “He’s perfect.”

Bucky, as it turns out, is the bane of Steve’s existence. The man’s always smiling at Steve, inviting him to go grab some tea, or come watch a movie. They often stay up later than they should talking about everything and anything. Steve feels like he’s known Bucky forever. So why does the man make him so anxious? At least, that’s what he thinks the fluttering in his chest is. It can’t be anything else. It is distracting, though. Steve catches himself thinking about the guy and that strange anxiety at all hours. It’s really cutting into his drawing time.

Anyone else would have guessed that if any of Steve’s roomates would be the bane of his existence, it would be Clint. The guy is always tripping on the last couple of stairs, or spilling soup on the carpet. Not to mention he’s probably broken more dishes in the time it’s taken fall to turn to winter than Steve has owned in his life.

“You’re the physical manifestation of the term ‘gay disaster,’” Bucky complains at Clint as he helps Steve pick up the shards of the latest casualty, a nonsensical ‘World’s Best Best” etched clumsily on a cheap wineglass.

“I resent that!” Clint pouts. “If anything, I’m the physical manifestation of ‘bi disaster.’” Clint, of course, is banished to the couch. Bucky explained that the last time the guy helped clean up broken dishware, their last roommate had to take him to the local Urgent Care for stitches. “That’s bi erasure!”

“You can hardly blame me. It’s so long that you’ve taken anyone home that I forgot,” Bucky’s saying to Clint, a grin in his voice. Steve’s studiously ignoring them, concentrating on the shards in front of him to try to stop the blush that wants to creep up his neck at Bucky’s smile. It’s just as gorgeous as he is. Steve’s never seen a person so beautiful before, and it’s a daily battle to keep him from humiliating himself. The man was funny, and charming, and Steve has never felt this way about another person before. But they’re roommates, so Bucky’s off limits. And, after all, Steve’s straight. Isn’t he?

The glass, he reminds himself. God, it really had scattered everywhere. Steve has no idea how Clint managed it. Bucky’s laughing. Then something soft but firm hits his face hard, and he’s falling. He sticks a hand out instinctively to catch himself, and is hit with deep regret a moment before a sharp, burning pain.

Clint’s yelling a belated warning.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” Bucky’s voice is saying, and hands are helping him to his feet, guiding him carefully around the glass. Steve chances a glance down, and his stomach lurches at the piece of material he sees sticking out. He fights the haze that’s creeping into his brain, and tries to concentrate on Bucky’s voice, murmuring comforting things as he gets Steve settled onto a kitchen chair. Steve’s mortified at the way his eyes burn as Bucky gently works the shard out, then holds a kitchen towel to the wound, applying firm pressure.

“Oh, Stevie, I’m so sorry,” he says, bringing a spare towel up to dab at Steve’s tears. Steve lets him, still frozen from the event. It’s kind of nice, actually, underneath the embarrassment. “I shouldn’t have been teasing Clint while we were cleaning. Or ducked that pillow.”

“Sorry,” Steve echoes, feeling very small. “I shouldn’t be crying.”

“Sure you should,” Bucky says, putting down the towel and patting his arm. “It was a shock. Completely normal.”

“God, Steve, I’m so sorry,” Clint says miserably from the doorway. “Anything I can do?”

“Grab the first aid kit?” Bucky requests, and Clint nods.

“I can take care of it,” Steve says, embarrassed.

“With one hand?” Bucky raises a skeptical eyebrow. “Just let us help.” The man frowns suddenly, and lifts the edge of the towel. Then his face goes carefully blank.

“Clint?” he calls.

“Yeah?” the man calls back, voice muffled.

“Call a Lyft please!” Then he turns to Steve, and smiles reassuringly. He guides Steve’s free hand to grasp the towel. “Can you hold pressure for a minute, Stevie? I’m going to go grab your shoes.”

“What’s going on?” Steve says, afraid of the answer. But Bucky’s already hurried out of the room. He braces himself, then lifts the towel. Oh, shit.

He ends up getting stitches, Bucky never leaving his side. Underneath the humiliation, Steve feels something warm ballooning in his chest. It’s amazing. It scares him. That feeling only swells when Bucky guides him firmly to the couch when they get back, and settles a throw over him before pulling up Joy of Painting on the TV. They sit together, shoulder to shoulder, and listen to Bob Ross calmly walk them through blocking out sky and ground, then making the space come to life.

They’re three episodes in when Bucky pulls him into a hug. “It’s alright, Steve,” he murmurs, and Steve realizes he’s shaking. “Let it all out.” And Steve does. He’s not sure if he imagines Bucky kissing his temple, but he hopes not. He really hopes not.

He wakes up alone on the couch, eyes sticky, and hand aching. He stares at the ceiling blankly for a minute, before it all comes rushing back to him. God, why is he such an idiot! What was he thinking, crying all over Bucky like that? Now Bucky would never want to go out with him!

Steve’s eyes shoot open. Wait, what?

As he normally does in a crisis, his first instinct is to call Natasha. He hurries to his room, and dials her number.

“Are you in danger?” Natasha asks him, voice tense.

“What? Why would you--no!” he says.

She lets out an exasperated sigh. “What the hell, Steve! It’s almost 2 AM!”

“This is important! I think I like guys,” he says hisses.

“Yeah, I know. So what?”

“You know?” Steve sputters. “What’s that supposed to mean? I didn’t even know!”

“Oh Steve,” Natasha says, fond amusement in her voice. “I’ve known for years. Remember that TA in our Gen Chem Lab?”

Steve does remember. His name had been Brian, and Steve had wanted to impress him so bad. But that was only because Steve wanted to pass, right? He’d conveniently forgotten that he’d lost all interest in the subject as soon as the guy transferred to a new school halfway through the semester. And oh, that would probably explain a lot.

“Oh,” he says faintly. “I never realized.”

Natasha snorts. “Of course you didn’t. So why the call?”

“I’m pretty sure I like this guy, but I just ruined everything,” Steve says miserably.

“Why, what happened?”

“I cut my hand on some glass, and Bucky cleaned me up and took me to get stitches. But then he sat with me on the couch afterward and I cried all over him like an idiot. There’s no way he’s going to want to go out with me now. Not that it matters; there’s no way he feels the same way, he was just being nice,” Steve says in a rush.

“Steve—” Natasha starts to say, but then the door swings open, and Steve jumps, dropping the phone to the floor with a bang.

Bucky’s standing there, face faintly pink and a small smile on his face.

“Buck,” Steve says stupidly. He wishes he could sink straight through the floor. How much did Bucky hear!? “Um. How long were you out there?”

Bucky walks over to him slowly. “Long enough.”

Steve feels himself turn red. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’ll move out, the last thing I want you to do is feel like you’re being oggled in your own home and I—”

Bucky pulls him into a firm hug, and Steve falters. “I like you too, Stevie,” Bucky murmurs in his ear. “I have for a while.” He presses a gentle kiss to Steve’s cheek and releases him. He smiles. “Want to go cuddle on the couch? We can talk about it over boba tomorrow.”

Steve’s cheeks ache with the force of his responding grin. “Please.”

They’re so wrapped up in each other that neither of them hear the exasperated yelling echoing from the phone with a freshly-cracked screen laying forgotten on the ground.

~~~

Natasha forgives Steve eventually, especially once he introduces her to Bucky. The two of them bond over classic Russian Literature, and Steve couldn’t be happier. Clint teases them relentlessly, and takes credit for getting them together. Of course, he also pays for pizza the next month as an apology for Steve’s hand. And as for Sam…

“I called it!” their landlord crows during his next visit, pointing at the two of them where they’re cuddled together on the couch watching a movie, neither of them wanting to move to let them in. Steve and Bucky look at each other in confusion. “The streak is still alive! I’m telling you, no straight person has ever lived here. The house knows.”

“Maybe,” Steve concedes, with a grin. “I’m really glad to be here, all-knowing house or not.”

Bucky pulls him closer. “Yeah?”

Steve pecks him on the cheek. “Yeah.”

[surreal-honeypot]

Parkner Week Day Two Title: A Perfect Night Prompt: Prom

Character Tags: Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Betty Brant, Shuri, Abby Keener, Harley’s little sister, mentioned Tony Stark

Relationship Tags: Peter Parker/Harley Keener, Michelle Jones/Shuri, Ned Leeds/Betty Brant

Additional Tags: Day Two of Parkner Week, Parkner Week 2019, Prom, Getting Together, Not Endgame Compliant, Not Infinity War Compliant, Tony doesn’t sell the tower, Idk why, Fluff, This was meant to be cute but I think I did a bad job

Summary: “You need some help with that?”

Peter looked slightly embarrassed, but he nodded, looking up at Harley through his eyelashes.

Cute.

Harley stepped into Peter’s personal space, suddenly realizing that this was either a really bad idea, or his best idea yet. Upon seeing Peter’s face pink, Harley decided that it was easily his best idea yet. Harley reached up and paused.

“What did you do to this poor tie?”

“Peter. Nothing is going to happen. Homecoming was a fluke! School dances are not out to get you,” Ned tried reasoning.

“See, you say that, but you’re wrong.” MJ raised an unimpressed eyebrow, while Ned, who was standing next to her, crossed his arms with a deadpan look.

“Uhuh. And your reasoning here, Parker?”

“MJ, we all know what happened on homecoming night sophomore year, and then on prom, do you remember what happened?”

“You rushed away to go be Spider-Man.”

“Exactly! And at homecoming this year, what happened?”

Ned sighed.

“You rushed away to go be Spider-Man.” Neds repeated, voice flat. “Man, I still don’t see the problem here. You think school dances are out to get you, but to me it seems like Spider-Man is out to get your social life. Just come out, have fun for a night... Maybe invite Harley?” Ned’s voice turned teasing.

Peter felt his face go red.

“What?! No, I-”

“To me, it seems like you were just trying to get out of homecoming because you don’t want to ask anyone, and Ned and I won’t be around to hold your hand this year.” MJ’s words were blunt, but not malicious. They were also, unfortunately, true.

MJ had asked out Shuri months ago, and upon hearing about prom, Shuri jumped at the chance to go. Peter had the distinct feeling that she would be disappointed, Midtown wasn’t exactly known for their wonderful school dances, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. Ned, was once again, dating Betty. They had a rather consistent on-again off-again relationship. Peter, on the other hand, was as single as a pringle.

This didn’t stop MJ and Ned from teasing him about Harley, however, who had moved in with Mr. Stark nearly a year before and who Peter had been hardcore crushing on ever since. It seemed like the more he got to know the other boy, the more he liked him.

Harley was gorgeous and funny, Harley was super smart while also being adept at socializing, he was chaotic and very capable of wielding his tongue like a weapon, but he could also be so sweet, and Peter was absolutely smitten.

“Even if I thought that Harley would say yes, I can’t. Abby is coming up the same day as prom, and I don’t want to take away from their time together. Based on that alone, Harley would probably say no.”

MJ and Ned exchanged looks.

“We obviously can’t convince you, and maybe you’re right, you know Harley better than we do. But what if you’re wrong? Don’t you want the chance, at least?”

Peter frowned and shrugged a bit helplessly. It didn’t matter whether he did or not, he wouldn’t be selfish and take away from Harley’s time with Abby. They only got to see each other every couple of months or so, even though Peter knew that they texted each other often and video called once a week.

Harley very obviously missed her and his mom, even though he was too stubborn to admit it. He had moved in with Tony for his senior year because the internship would look good on his college applications, and--although Harley had only admitted this to him in the dead of the night, while they were binging bad horror movies and eating junk food--he thought that it would lower the financial burden so his mom didn’t have to work so much.

Knowing all of that, how could Peter ask Harley to homecoming without feeling guilty? It would be putting Harley in a tough spot. He would either say yes, and then feel guilty about ditching Abby, or he would say no and that would make things awkward between them and Harley would probably feel guilty about that too and-

Peter cut off his inner ramblings. All these what if’s were pointless, because he wasn’t going to ask Harley in the first place.

I--II--II--III--II--II--I

Peter had decided that if he was going to skip homecoming, then he might as well do something else fun. It was because of this thought that Peter was currently entering the penthouse to put his stuff down before heading down to Mr. Stark’s lab.

“Hey Pete!” Harley called.

“What’s up? Where’s Abby? I thought she was coming today?”

“Oh. Yeah. That got rescheduled for next week. It turns out her best friend is throwing her birthday party tomorrow, and Abby doesn’t want to miss it. What about you? MJ told me that your homecoming was tonight.”

Peter froze. Of course she did.

“Eh, I was going to be wallflowering the entire night. MJ and Ned both have dates, and I didn’t want to go stag.”

It wasn’t the whole truth, but it certainly wasn’t a lie.

“Why didn’t you ask someone then? You could have asked someone to go with you as a friend, if nothing else.”

Peter stared flatly.

“Harley, I have four and a half friends. Four of which are going together.”

“A half?”

“I’m not super close with Betty.”

“Alright, but that still leaves one more friend.”

Peter stared some more. Was Harley really going to make him spell this out?

“Harley, you’re the last friend.”

“Yeah, and your point is?”

“You were busy.”

“And now I’m not. Do they sell tickets at the door?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Cool, go get dressed. I really doubt Tony’s known you this long and let you get away with not owning a suit. We’ll meet back here in 20. I expect your hair to look presentable.” With that, Harley marched off to his room, leaving Peter behind reeling. What just happened? I--II--II--III--II--II--I Harley’s lips quirked up when he saw Peter come out of his room. His suit was a bit rumpled, and his hair was still a bit messy, even if it was obvious that Peter had tried to tame it. He was fiddling with his tie, and failing at tying it. Harley’s smile widened when he noticed that it was the same shade of red as his.

“You need some help with that?”

Peter looked slightly embarrassed, but he nodded, looking up at Harley through his eyelashes.

Cute.

Harley stepped into Peter’s personal space, suddenly realizing that this was either a really bad idea, or his best idea yet. Upon seeing Peter’s face pink, Harley decided that it was easily his best idea yet. Harley reached up and paused.

“What did you do to this poor tie?”

The tie was knotted and tangled, and just slightly too tight around Peter’s neck. That had to be uncomfortable.

Peter’s face was completely red now, a sheepish smile pulling at his lips.

“I only ever had YouTube videos to go off when tying a tie, and to be honest that confused me even more. My aunt probably knows how, its just that it never occurred to her to teach me.”

“Then how did you wear ties in the past? I know I’ve seen you wearing them in photos, and such.”

“They were clip-on. Don’t tell Mr. Stark!”

“Hmmm. I think I just might, After all, he would want to know that his protege doesn’t know how to tie a tie, don’t you think?” Tony would definitely be scandalized. Maybe Harley would put this in his repertoire of black mail.

The knot finally came undone. Harley smiled triumphantly.

“Now, you cross this end over this one, see how this side is thicker? And then you wrap it around like this, pull this end through here, and then you pull.” As Harley pushed the knot up to Peter’s neck, he couldn’t help but feel like one of the little old ladies who always tied their husbands tie in the movies.

Harley looked up at Peter’s face, and abruptly remembered just how close they were standing. He swiftly took a step back, and blinked. Peter looked… disappointed?

Harley cleared his throat.

“Right then. You ready?”

“Ready.”

I--II--II--III--II--II--I

Peter’s prom wasn’t as fancy as Harley was expecting. For a somewhat high class school, the decorations were rather cheesy. Judging by the look on Peter’s face, he thought so too. Most of the decoration consisted of fairy lights, a few blue and yellow colored gobo’s, and swaths of transparent fabric hung artistically. Upon further inspection, there were also a few fake tree’s.

“The decorations are like this every year. Not horrible, but a bit lackluster, and most of the time you can’t even tell what the theme is.”

Before Harley could respond, Ned materialized beside them, with Betty on his arm.

“I thought you weren’t going to come? What happened with Harley’s little sister?”

Harleys eyebrows shot up. There was seemingly no correlation between the two comments unless… Had Peter been going to ask him?

Harley was once again interrupted before he got the chance to speak.

“Yes, what happened with Harley’s little sister?” MJ was smirking, like she knew something that they didn’t. Shuri, who was standing next to her, looked amused, as if she was in on a secret the rest of them weren’t allowed to know.

“Her trip was rescheduled for next week. It was really sudden actually. You’d think she’d be more careful planning her trip around the time of her best friend’s birthday. Actually, come to think of it, didn’t Julie already have her birthday this year?” Harley frowned, slightly confused.

MJ’s smirk widened.

“Well, have fun! Lets go raid the food table,” Shuri directed the last part to MJ.

“Ooh! I love this song! Let’s go dance!” Betty quickly pulled Ned over to the dance floor, leaving Harley and Peter alone together again.

“Did that seem a bit off to you?”

“Yeah, but with MJ, it's better not to question.”

Harley thought that that was a fair assessment, and decided to put the incident out of his mind. For now. For now, Harley would go dance with Peter and drink watered down punch and eat cupcakes that were just a tad too sweet. For now, Harley would listen as the playlist slowly progressed to slower and slower songs. And for now, Harley would get to hold Peter in his arms as they slowly drifted from side to side.

I--II--II--III--II--II--I

“Thank you. For coming with me, that is. It was a lot more fun than I thought it would be.”

Harley resisted the urge to let out a smart ass comment, like isn’t everything fun when I’m involved? and instead just took a step closer. They were back where it all began, in the tower. The night had gone by quickly, and Harley was tired. But not too tired for this.

Harley took another small step, invading Peter’s personal bubble once more.

“Not a problem, darling.” Harley drawled quietly, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere between them. “Your prom may have sucked, but it was fun.”

Peter didn’t respond, instead moving closer to Harley and gently slotting his lips against Harley’s. The kiss was slow, lazy. It was fairly obvious to both that neither one knew quite what they were doing, with Harley having come from a small town in Tennessee and Peter being awkward and well, Peter. Despite that though, it was nice.

A perfect ending to a good night.

I--II--II--III--II--II--I

Harley was sliding into his bed when his phone rang on his bedside table.

“Hello?”

“Hey Harley! How did your date with Peter go?”

“How did you know about that?”

“Did you kiss? I have a bet with MJ.”

“MJ? How do you know MJ?”

“Bye Harley, see you next week!”

“Abby? Don’t you dare hang-”

Click.

[krreader]

follow me through the years.

pairing: kim namjoon x reader fandom: bts warnings: language ; speeding ; unplanned pregnancy (BE CAREFUL KIDS) genre: fluff ; angst

summary: namjoon and you had been together since you were little. you were the best of friends, even when you grew up and realized your feelings went beyond friendship and it didn’t turn out the way you had hoped to, your friendship endured. even when namjoon made one of the worst mistakes of his life, that actually turned out to be the best, you were still with him. because namjoon knew, that even if life would go to shit, there would always be one person by his side. and that’s you.

a/n: this one hast 2-ish/3 time jumps, as requested. I actually quite like how it turned out and hope you guys do too ♥

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Namjoon and you had been childhood friends. And he wasn't the type of friend that you could easily forget as soon as you parted ways (not that that would ever happen). He had weaved his way into your heart, even when you were still wearing braids to school and he was always telling you how cute you looked with them. Even at that young age, you had known that you and him would be together forever. Actually, that had been something you had promised each other once.

And the older you got, the more you realized that you wanted to hold on to that promise. Because when life got rough, you knew that there was always going to be this one guy you could fall back on. No matter what, Namjoon always had your back.

But see, being this close to someone, often falling asleep in the other ones arms, when you had cried and cried because of an idiotic boy who couldn't see your worth, while Namjoon was telling you that you deserved so much better.. someone that truly loved you..

..feelings were bound to develop.

Because the older Namjoon got, the more you saw him as a guy, and not just your goofy friend. The older he got and the more he worked out, the more you realized how attractive he actually was. And when he went away to New Zealand and when he had his first girlfriend, you couldn't help but be jealous. And at first you didn't know why, but the older and more experienced you got, the more you realized that you didn't want Namjoon to be just your friend anymore.

However, you never said anything to him. Too afraid that it would ruin years and years of friendship that you cherished too much.

Life went on and you buried your feelings. Each and every girl he told you about, you only smiled and told him that any girl who wouldn't want him would be stupid, when deep down, you just wished he would see you as someone other than his best friend. Each time, he told you about his future plans, about auditioning to become an idol, you would wish him luck and tell him that he'd do great, while knowing that if he did become an idol, he'd forget about you.

Or at least, so you thought.

Because when you dropped Namjoon off at his audition, he wasn't the only one that BigHit wanted to sign.

They saw something in you, something, that you yourself hadn't seen.

And as luck would have it, Namjoon wasn't the only new trainee under BigHit that got signed that day. You were as well.

Happy, that you would be in the same industry as him and that he would most likely NOT forget about you, you both started working your butts off. Namjoon as part of a band, you as a solo artist.

And as great as it all was, there was one downside to it all. The masses of female fans and other trainees and idols that Namjoon was surrounded by. It felt like each day that passed, was another day to you having your heart fully broken. It wouldn't be long until he found 'the one' and you would be left on the sidelines, wishing you had at least told him.

Because you could have sworn that he sometimes watched you with these eyes that hid deeper feelings for you. When you were performing, when you were dancing, when you were smiling. He looked at you differently.

And maybe it was because you were drunk that night, when you were at BTS' dorms and it was only you and Namjoon who were celebrating your birthday, but you just spilled it all. Your clouded brain was telling you to tell him all the things you had been wanting to tell him for so long..

“I mean,” you hiccuped and your head fell onto his lap, “I knooooow we're friends, but we could be so much more. I mean, don't you think I'm attractive? Because boooooy, you are. You are sooo attractive, Namjoon.”

“(Y/N), I really think you should stop drinking.”

But you didn't even really listen to him, “I just want us to be together. I want you to be with me, Namjoon. Why can't you be with me,” you sat back up and wanted to straddle him, but that was the point he stopped you and stood up with you.

“Alright, I think it's time I take you home.”

“Why don't you love me,” you started crying. And maybe it was because of the topic at hand, but it was most likely just the alcohol.

This wasn't the first time Namjoon dealt with a drunken you, but he hated it each and every time. And calming you down was so hard, “(Y/N), I'm so close to debuting.. I can't focus on girls. On any girl. Not even if it's you.”

“No, you're lying!” you pushed him away, suddenly sadness turned into anger, “I see the way you look at other girls. You just don't like me!”

“Can you please just..-”

“You don't like me,” you repeated, tumbling backwards, but he quickly caught your wrist and pulled you into his embrace.

“I'm sorry..” is all he had to say.

You had thought you would get your heart broken by him falling in love with somebody else.

Turns out you'd get your heart broken by him telling you that he wasn't interested in you and that you would now have to deal with your unrecruited feelings for him for the rest of your life..

                                                    five years later

You didn't even know what time it was when your phone began ringing, you just reached onto your nightstand and grabbed it, answering without checking who it was.

“Hello?”

“I need you. Right now.”

You turned on your back, “Namjoon? What the hell, it's the middle of the night.”

“I know, listen, I..- Fuck, (Y/N), I fucked up. I fucked up so bad.”

You could hear the hysteria. And even if he had broken your heart all these years ago, you were still his best friend. Nothing would ever change that. And if your best friend calls you in the middle of the night and sounds like this? Something is seriously wrong.

You sat up at once, alarmed to no end, “What happened?” you already walked over to your closet and threw on some clothes.

“I..- Fuck, I'm such an idiot. I don't know what to do,” and when he started crying, you started running towards your front door, grabbing the car keys on your way and taking the stairs down, instead of the elevator.

“I'll be over in 5, don't move, you hear me? Don’t move!” you didn't need to know what was going on. The fact that he obviously so desperately needed you was enough for you to sprint to your car and drive.

You were glad that it was so late, not a lot of people on the streets that you were using.

And because of that, you were there in five minutes (no cops on the way, thankfully, or they would have pulled you over for speeding, that was for sure), taking the elevator up and using the key that Namjoon had given you as soon as they had moved into the fancy new apartment.

He sat in the living room, tears still running out of his red and puffy eyes and you immediately wrapped your arms around him, your hands brushing over the back of his head.

“Shhh, it's alright. I'm here..,” you whispered and let him cry into your shoulder, “It'll be alright.. whatever it is, it’ll be alright.”

“I fucked up so bad, (Y/N),” his voice was muffled by your shirt, but you could still hear every word.

“Whatever you did, we can fix it.. we can always fix it.. together.”

“No,” he leaned back and your hands were on his cheeks in an instant, wiping away the tears, “Nobody can fix this. I did this.. because I was so fucking stupid.”

“Hey, stop this,” you furrowed your eyebrows, not liking the way he spoke about himself.

Namjoon has done stupid shit in his life before. He was a man, for god's sake, all of them fucked up at one point. But you had never seen him like this. Like he literally felt like he fucked up so bad, that there was no return from it.

And that scared you.

He took a few deep breaths, before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his bedroom.

And once you were inside and saw what, or rather, who, was lying on his bed, you realized what was going on.

“Namjoon,” you sighed and closed your eyes for a moment, “You've gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Did he seriously knock someone up? Did he forget to use protection and now he had a kid? What the hell was this, a drama?

“There was a letter. With a picture,” he gulped hard and handed you both.

The picture showed a girl and Namjoon, obviously drunk at, what looked like a party. In the letter, she wrote that she couldn't raise a baby without being with the father, or her parents would disown her. She knew that Namjoon and her only had a one-night-stand and that it would never work out. But she didn't want to give up the baby for adoption and it was already too late to get rid of it when she had found out.

She wrote that she thought the child would be better off with Namjoon. Someone who could take care of him. Someone who could feed him and give him the life he deserved.

But the way Namjoon was looking right now, he would not be able to do any of these things. Because he looked like he was ready to jump out a window at any second.

“You seriously forgot protection?”

“I was drunk!” you rubbed your temples and walked over to the sleeping boy on his bed. He didn't look very old. In fact, he looked like he wasn't even a month old, “I don't know what to do with it, (Y/N).”

“IT is a boy, Namjoon. And not just any boy, but your boy,” you sat down and gently let your fingers brush over the little ones cheek, “He’s your son..”

He was actually rather cute, but also, he looked so vulnerable. It almost broke your heart..

“I can't be a father! I don't have time to be a father and if anyone finds out about him, I'm done!”

“Well, you won't give him away. I won't let you. Because there will be a day, where you'll regret this.”

“And what exactly do I do then?”

You saw the boy scrunch up his face and a moment later, he opened his eyes and was about to cry, but when he saw you smiling down at him, he didn't. He just stared into your eyes.

And when you picked him up and gently rocked him in your arms, you knew what to do.

“I'll raise him with you.”

“What?”

“I'm not in the industry anymore. I don't have your responsibilities. We'll raise him at my place. He'll be save from prying eyes, no one will even know he's your son. That way, we'll protect him, as well as your image.”

Namjoon didn't know whether he should focus on your words, or the way you were looking with his son in your arms. Because he liked it.. even if he was upset about the whole situation, he liked how you looked with a baby in his arms. With his baby.

“You don't have to fix my mistakes.”

“I know I don't,” you watched him sit down next to you, “But this child deserves a family. And since the chance of you getting me pregnant one day are slim, I'll take everything I can get,” you laughed, referring to your failed declaration of love.

He didn't respond right away. He just watched you rock his baby in your arms and play with his little fingers. He wanted to wrap his arm around you and pull you towards him, but he just sat there like a tree, not moving an inch, only watching you.

Then he began his confession: “I remember that party.. and his mother, actually.”

“But you didn't remember protection.”

“Just.. listen to me, alright?” this was hard for him. You could tell. So you nodded and focused on the boy in your arms again, “I didn't even want to go there in the first place. I was tired from the concert of the previous night and I just wanted to go over to your place to watch a movie. But then, remember when you texted me that picture of you going to your best friends' wedding? That picture of you in that dress?”

“Yeah,” you smiled with fondness.

“That was the point where I knew I was done for. I have been telling myself all my life that you're just my best friend. That you're just the girl with the pigtails that I used to call cute. But when I saw that picture of you, smiling so brightly and happily.. I realized that you have always been more than that. I started looking back on our lives and realized that I've been having these feelings for you for a long time. But that night, I just couldn't admit it to myself. I didn't want to. So I went to that party with the full intention of getting drunk and forgetting about my feelings. I told myself that if I just take the next best girl and sleep with her, my feelings for you will go away again and we can go back to being best friends. But it didn't work.”

Your jaw tightened and you tried to think of your next words very carefully.

Eventually, when you turned around, you settled for: “You knocked a girl up because of me?”

“Is that all you're getting out of this? I just told you that I love you.”

“No, you just told me that you're in this situation because you're an idiot who couldn’t admit his feelings, despite knowing how I feel about him.”

“Wh..- Ugh,” he fell back onto the mattress and brushed his hands over his face. This was not how he wanted this to go.

But your eyes were back on his boy in your arms.

“Your daddy is a moron.. but I love him anyways. And I always have. And even if I'm not your real mom, I'm going to do my absolute best to raise you like you deserve to be raised,” you turned your head around and reached one arm behind, to pull Namjoon up again, “With your father by our side.”

Namjoon let out a long breath and kissed your shoulder, leaning his forehead against it a moment later.

“I love you so much.. and I'm so, so sorry.”

“Don't be sorry,” you kissed his head and leaned your cheek against it afterwards, “We're a family now, after all.”

Not yet, Namjoon thought to himself then.

It took him two more years.

Two more years to get the courage and finally ask the question he should have asked years ago.

But the last two years had been stressful.

You two had successfully managed to keep his son away from the media. None of them even suspected that Namjoon had become a dad. He tried to see you two as often as he could and always made sure to facetime you whenever he was away.

And even though he had been scared at first, he has grown to love his son with all his heart. And he knew that if he had given him away, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life.

At first, he had thought about taking you somewhere romantic for the proposal. Maybe a vacation or something, but with his son still being so young, he didn't feel comfortable leaving him behind.

So it didn't happen at a beach or a restaurant, but when you were in bed one morning, all three of you. He had his arm wrapped around you and his son, the latter still sleeping peacefully, while you two played with each others hands and he kissed your shoulder softly, over and over again.

“Don't you have to work today?” you chuckled lowly, not wanting to wake his son up.

“It's fine. I told them I'd be late.. told them I had something important to do.”

“Important? Like changing your son's diapers for once, instead of letting me do it?”

“He's our son, (Y/N).”

Yeah, you still didn't reach that point yet. Maybe someday, but you still couldn't call him your son, when you knew another woman had given birth to him. Even though you raised him. You were the one that held him at night when he cried. You were the one that got up to feed him and changed his diapers when they needed to be changed. You were the one that he came to when he was upset and wanted cuddles.

So in a way, yes, you were his mother. But you just couldn't call yourself that yet.

“Anyways,” you turned around in his arms and pressed a kiss against his lips, “What was the important thing you wanted to do?”

He took a glimpse over your shoulder, making sure that your son was still sleeping, before carefully getting out of bed and urging you to do the same.

“Come on.. I want to show you something.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, but still got up with an excited giggle. And when you put the blankets over the little boy in your bed, he quickly snatched the ring box, before walking out with you to your balcony that overlooked Seoul.

“Sunrise? We've watched that a countless of times.. what's so special about..-”

But when you turned around and found him on one knee, you realized what was so special.

“I made a lot of mistakes in my life. Many that.. most people would have judged me for. Would have resented me for. One of the biggest mistakes of my life was not doing this when you told me you loved me all these years ago. But in hindsight, I have a beautiful baby boy now. And even if you still don't think he's yours, he is. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't be able to call myself a father now. I wouldn't have managed any of this, if it hadn't been for the love of my life. And I want to call her more than that. I want to call you the person I spend the rest of my life with. I want to call you the mother of my future children. I want to call you my wife... Mrs. Kim,” he opened the ring box and you could literally see the sweat forming on his forehead, because of how nervous he was getting, “(Y/N).. will you do me the honor and favor of becoming my wife, so that I don't fuck up anything else anymore?”

You chuckled, but the first tear already rolled out of your eyes because of his speech.

You had expected it to happen eventually. And while all your friends bragged about having the perfect proposal on the beach or a romantic restaurant, you couldn’t help but feel like this one topped it all. The simplicity held beauty. And you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

It was raw. It was meaningful. It was.. perfect.

“Of course I do,” you sat down on his knee and cupped his face in your hands, pulling him towards you and kissing him over and over again, until he stopped, to put the ring on your finger, “God.. I love you so much, Namjoon.”

He looked up at you, his own eyes beginning to fill with tears, but still answering with a happy: “I love you more.”

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(1/11)Oh my gosh yesss I'm glad that you like long messages too because I talk way too much 😂 (And yeah about my friend and just hanging out w/ her more that's exactly what I was thinking 😂) It's actually kind of funny bc just yesterday I was hanging out at her house and her younger brother needed to go to Walmart and I was like 'I've been meaning to go to Walmart, I'll take you' and ofc since I have a bluetooth radio adapter the whole drive I had my Spotify going with some quality k-bops, lol

2)And as we were driving I noticed him kind of jamming and I was like 'Oh my god Mickey do you actually like this???' And he was Like 'yeah, these are some good bops 👍' I was shooketh. I had to go home before I had the chance to show him any music videos but he says he's open to watching some with me next time I see him. One way or another I'm going to turn someone in my social circle into a kpop fan you mark my words ☝ and then maybe we can team up and try to work on his sister some more 😂

3)I only started first getting into kpop last June so I'm still very new, but it's definitely super frustrating how so many ppl act like it's an inherently bad or cringey genre of music just bc it's kpop! The stigma is ridiculous! I also started out with BTS (lol) and since they're pretty popular in the US at least I was able to be like 'See, this isn't just a niche thing, lots of people know abt and like this group' but of course my dad still says 'Just cause it's popular doesn't make it good'

4)And I'm like? You're a band teacher, you of all people should understand that music doesn't have to be in your native language (or even have lyrics) in order for you to enjoy it, but go off I guess... It's the same with one of my college friends. They make fun of me for liking kpop but this is coming from some who still treats March 22nd (the day My Chemical Romance broke up) as a day of mourning. Like, no tea no shade no pink lemonade, MCR was a good band nothing wrong with liking them.

5)But like if you're 22 and you still haven't grown out of your emo phase do you really have room to pick on other people for their music taste?  🤷 Anyway that's the person who follows my main that I didn't want to know I had a kpop sb. I think I made it around July. Tbh it was pretty dead for most of 2018. But like I said I've started using it way more since I recently revealed that it exists, lol. Especially since that good good Astro cb 👏💗😩 But honestly Astro is such a blessing

6)Idk how I lived so long w/o them. When I first got into kpop I was planning on just sticking to BTS since the reaction to me being into kpop was so volatile. I was like 'I'm only into one group, ppl already are negative about me liking kpop so I'm just gonna stick to this and not become a full on multifandom fan' and then in Nov I accidentally let myself fall in love with Monsta X and that plan was foiled. And realizing I wasn't gonna be able to stick to just one anymore opened the floodgates

7)And I was like okay in that case, let's just start getting into *all groups* Lol. My story of getting into Astro was actually bc of my best friend's roommate (can you tell I have like one friend and my whole social circle kinda revolves around her? Lol) so this roommate when she heard me being sad about having no kpop friends was like 'oh hey, I'm kinda into kpop' and it turns out she didn't like very many groups and was one of the ppl who blah blah BTS is overrated, which ya know isn't ideal8)But I was just really desperate to have someone to talk about kpop with. And Astro was her favorite so I was like, okay I'll get into them so that I have something to talk about with her! So I started watching some videos and I fell in love with them pretty much instantly! And I was real excited bc #1 now I can talk about kpop with someone! And #2 this group is actually amazing? Bonus! ... And then they got in a big fight about their living conditions and the roommate ended up moving out RIP

9)So that didn't work out, lol (Your story about finding them during that internship sounds amazing though! Haha) But yeah, so this is my first cb too! And although I love them w/ my whole heart and would have loved to have them in my life even sooner what an amazing cb to be your first! The concept was wonderful, the album was excellent, the visuals were to *die* for. They worked so hard and I'm so proud of them and I'm so happy we got to see their work come to fruition and get them a win 🤧🤧

10)The dance practices though? You're so right omg 💗 Me and my Rocky bias *fully* understand 😂 All of them are such good dancers?? I never fail to be impressed. Of course you know who I always end up watching tho 👀 lol (̶i̶f̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶h̶a̶l̶f̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶y̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶R̶o̶c̶k̶y̶'̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶o̶t̶w̶o̶r̶k̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶a̶l̶m̶o̶s̶t̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶y̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶e̶y̶e̶s̶.̶.̶.̶)̶ ̶ I also love how at the end they always pause all dramatic for a minute and then start screaming 😂

11)It's like? Amazing talent *and* dorky personalities? What more could you ask for? Lol. In regard to your last question though Unfortunately I also won't be able to see them 😔 I live in the smack middle of the US and since they're only going to coasts all of the venues are way too far away to get to. Esp since it's the school year and I can't skip class to drive cross country for a concert much as I'd like to (Holy lord I talked over twice as much?? Why am I like this?) Talk again soon! -ASA

Okay SO I’m very sorry I haven’t had the time to answer everything until now bc I’ve been busy studying for midterms and also I was a lil trashy today since my uni closed bc of freezing rain so I slept in but I’m glad that FINALLY everything got sent like damn tumblr you really don’t want us making friends huh. 

Yessssss I love the feeling of seeing someone else also get into the same interests! I’ve been pretty lucky in the sense that I grew up around mostly other asian americans, so kpop was never something that was considered super “weird,” like some people were into it and some weren’t but even if you weren’t you still would’ve been familiar with the more popular groups from when you were younger. Even now, I have a bunch of friends also into kpop (one of them is even my roommate) so tbh I was definitely the one in my friend group late to the party aha. Even my university hosts kpop nights at our bar and I’m pretty sure we have a kpop dance team as well? So tbh if I met someone new there’s probably like a 50% chance they’re into kpop or at least listen casually. 

Tbh I used to be a little bit judgy too but moreso because of the obscene amount of money I’ve seen some of my friends spend (no joke one of my friends has spent probably like $500+ on Loona stuff in the past month and a half and another friend bought like 5 copies of the same album for herself like damn idk how do you have that much money).

I also really don’t like it when people bash other people’s music tastes, since I feel like it’s something so personal? Idk but for a long time I used to be really self conscious about sharing my music with other people and even now I feel like that sometimes. For me after getting into BTS I kind of expected to get really into other groups since I was in Korea anyway and I was already listening to a lot of other artists casually. For me it started with NU’EST (fell for them immediately at the same concert that I saw Astro at) and then after was Astro, and then I just started slowly getting into other groups after that (even though I haven’t totally been able to get into Got7′s music they’re SO funny and I just kinda fell for their personalities  you know). 

I honestly think that they did such a wonderful job with this comeback too! I like seeing their concept evolve and mature but they’re not straying too far from their original cute concept so I feel like it’s a nice middle ground that’s very unique to them, you feel? Also I feel like the visuals especially and the execution of the whole plant concept was just done so well?? Even my friend who’s not in kpop was like “k idk who they are but that was the prettiest music video I’ve ever seen”. What are your favourite eras and songs? For me I’d have to say either the Spring Up or Baby era BUT right now my favourite song is probably Again/Should’ve Held On though tbh my mood and my tastes change like every few weeks loool. 

I have no idea why I tend to be most attracted to the dances rather than vocals or rap (maybe has to do with the fact that it’s something I’ve always wished I could do but have always been bad at lmao). But Astro’s stood out to me for the exact same reason! I just thought it was so funny seeing them all break character at the end because you really get to see how hard their choreos are and you get a glimpse of their personalities like damn, how can you not stan these dummies?

That’s really unfortunate that you won’t get to see them either :/ They’re also coming to the closest city to me but it’s on a Tuesday, but I *hypothetically* looked up flight prices and tried to see if I could get away with just missing a day of classes if I flew back in the middle of the night since I have some friends who did the same thing and drove down to Buffalo but I seem to have underestimated the size of New York State LMAO. But apparently my university’s too far from the airport so it’s “not realistic” (and also I’m hella broke from travelling to Taiwan and Japan while I was in Korea but that’s a minor issue ig). I hope we do both get a chance to see them live though! Who knows, after the success of this comeback I’m expecting a lot more cbs and world tours out of them ;)