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willowedwisteria · 3 years ago

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hi hi there, sorry for not responding much since im procrastinating on my project and being busy irl (read: lazy)

i just have this brainrot recently about fasting month (why is it in april ahhhhh)

imagine the confusion and panic the acolytes have when u woke up and make food at 4-5am, not eating NOR drinking throughout the rest of the day and suddenly its evening, u got ur phone out to see what time is breaking fast.

its even worse when they try to give you food when ur fasting and even if u explain why, chances are they’ll either brush it off or go to the extreme to not have you see them eating.

zhongli drinking tea/osmanthus wine? xiao dropkicks him when u step in the room. xiangling eating her food? bam, its gone, all in guobas stomach. (though u reassure them that they can just eat/drink)

but also a good chance u see them fast to experience what u were going through (and fail miserably, except for some, like raiden shogun prolly)

and another thing is that to not get thirsty, i kinda try not to speak as much but vcing with my friend somehow doesnt make me thirsty-

now imagine not speaking as much as usual and now u got the whole squad trying to get u to speak more-

(again, sorry for the sudden disappearance, ill explain why in the future, maybe in may or late april)

It's alright, byul! I get that you're probably busy these days.

About fasting, I don't know much about it, so please don't be afraid to correct me if I make any inaccurate assumptions!! This is a long one.

You would be waking up at the crack of dawn to quickly prepare yourself some food. None of the maids are awake to help you so you try to whip something up yourself.

Depending on which archon decide to have their stay at your place that day - it'll be most likely Zhongli, they don't have a need for sleep.

They'll be wandering around your abode and then find you standing in the kitchen, barely awake and still yawning, making some food for yourself.

The archons don't hesitate to step in which really did wake you up and surprise you. They insist you go back to sleep. For the more... uninformed archons about mortals, they'll let you stay awake.

The archons probably feel very relieved to see you feasting on a lot of food, it would mean that you enjoyed the food and can confirm that you have had the breakfast you needed to start the day.

In the middle of the day, when you look and feel less drowsy, the maids and butlers will do their daily routine of offering you your favorite drinks and snacks.

It does kind of sadden them when you decline their offer. They'll ponder your sudden loss of appetite and report to Zhongli or any other form of authority about this matter.

The servants begin bringing you a wide variety of snacks to check if your tastes have changed. They don't even know about the fact that you're fasting. Poor them, they're unaware of how they're making this worse.

Once you've gotten your fair share of worried looks and stares, at the end of the day, once the sun has finally made its descent, you begin to finally eat and drink.

The acolytes are terribly worried still. They do feel a bit more relaxed once they glance at you merrily munching down on the food prepared, but that doesn't mean that they won't pretend you didn't eat or drink for the whole afternoon!

Is it some kind of new diet? It's an EXTREMELY unhealthy one! Is the food not to your taste, but you don't want to admit it? Assumptions and guesses are being tossed around, yet no one has the courage to ask for the reason why.

The moment someone decides to finally muster up their courage to question you, you explain to them about your culture and faith.

Once they're assured that this will only last for a month, they try their best to support and even join you. Most of them are curious and want to know even more.

Many will hide drinks and snacks from you as a way of helping, they have a personal dining room and make sure that you're not around when they have lunch. The chefs try not to cook anything with a pungent smell as well!

I would assume that many acolytes would try and participate in fasting, but since they're not used to such a lifestyle, they'll unconsciously drink water then realize a few moments later, then fall into despair. It would be even worse if you were the ones who pointed it out.

You don't speak as much as usual since speaking too much causes one's throat to get dry, which would lead most to want to quench their thirst with water.

Seeing this change in behavior, they'll be two types of acolytes. One, the ones who love hearing you speak and feel terrible, they'll try to have a fruitful conversation with you the moment the sun comes down and even wishes for time to pass by faster.

Two, the ones who enjoy their time with you, no matter if you spoke or not. You don't have to speak to enjoy your time with them, they can enjoy the small peaceful moments with you and still have a coherent conversation with you, just nod or shake your head and they'll receive your answer!

#Wisteriaasks #genshin #genshin impact #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #genshin cult au #genshin self aware au

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sxnnimoon · 3 years ago

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Bambi Ch. 11

taglist: @multistan30 @hobi-love @pshekalus

@purpleyoongles @gabhrrng @v-6893

@kayjah17 @cutiequeen122 @briii-14

@maddypool31 @spideyxxboi

A week or two had passed since the events. You hadn’t talked to much of anyone. You left by yourself that night, even after jungkook's protests, you refused. You wanted to be alone. You honestly should be back in New Zealand but you extended your stay without too many people noticing, you kept to yourself doing your best to stay away from the public eye a bit. Even though your phone was flooded with messages and calls from them. You were going out tonight per your mothers request. She told you to get off your ass and go have some fun.

And she was right you couldn’t stay in your room forever, so here you were sitting in vip at AURA downing shot after shot. You could feel it rushing through your system. You had made your way to the dance floor, dancing alone and with those around you, when you felt a pair of arms go around your waist.

“I knew it was you.” they whispered. “I know that ass anywhere.”

“Moonbyul.” you smirk.

You place your hand on hers moving your bodies together.

“You know if Hwasa finds out she’ll freak.” you say, turning to face her.

She smirks, “that hasn’t stopped us before.”

You hum, closing your eyes and remembering the last time you two were together, drunken nights in the Bahamas leading to not sleeping until the afternoon the next day due to the hot and steamy events that happened.

Biting your lip, she knew you were thinking of the nights spent together.

“Shall we..?” she smirks.

You lick your lips.

“Yours or mine?” you say.

“Mine.” she says, planting a kiss on your lips.

You lay there spread out on the bed, the bed shifts and Byul is settled between your legs. She wastes no time devouring you. You arch your back as her tongue lays flat, curling from time to time lapping away at your folds. You feel as if you may explode. Your knuckles turning white from how hard you're gripping the sheets. The noises coming from your mouth are damn near pornographic.

“You sound so beautiful,” she says. “Music to my ears.”

You hadn’t been touched in awhile and you could feel you were going to come any second.

“I’m. going to. Come.” you said not being able to speak as she curled her fingers, hitting your g-spot.

“Hold on a bit longer princess.” she cooed.

Quickening her pace she brought you closer and closer to the edge. As she sucked on your clit you were at the brink of release.

“Come for me.” she said.

You screamed out as you finally got release.

You lay there a heavy breathing mess. You turn to look at Byul as she now is at your side.

“Still have the same number?” she quirks a brow.

You nod.

“Good.” she smirks.

A few days passed since your night with Moonbyul, and you actually got to talking like you used to. You explained everything that had been going on, from the sope situation to your fakeship with jungkook to your fight with hwasa. She was understanding about everything and told you what you needed to hear even if you didn’t want to listen.

You just left Jungkook telling him everything you needed to get off your chest. You weren’t lying when you said you fell for him because you did hard but it’s not where your heart belonged. As much as it hurt him he understood. He knew where he stood and would remain in your corner even if he wasn’t going to be the one you wanted to be with. As much as he wanted to be with you, he couldn’t compete with his hyungs.

“I’m so sorry gukkie.” you pulled away from your shared hug.

“It’s alright y/n, i’ll sulk a bit.” he said. “But I could never be mad at you.”

Seeing his warm bunny smile made you feel comfort that he would be alright.

You kiss his cheek before heading for the door.

“Where you going?” he asked.

“To find them.” you gave a small smile.

He nodded.

“Call me or stop by and tell me how it goes okay?” he points.

“Of course.” you giggle.

As he watches you leave he can't help but think and imagine but things would be like if it was him you were meant to be with. He would be alright but the sting would still remain.

Sitting at your favorite cafe you sit there leg bouncing as you look at the door each time the bell sounds. You were nervous. As soon as you got in your car from leaving Guk’s you immediately sent them a text.

I’m ready

Meet me at *favorite cafe*

I’ll be waiting.

The chime of the door went off one more time but you told yourself to not look in fear of getting your hopes up. You sit there head down on the table facing defeat when someone clears their throat. As you slowly pick up your head you are met with flowers. Looking past you see Hobi, Yoongi off to his right.

“You came.” you look hopeful.

They look at each other before responding.

“We’re sorry.” eyes filled with sadness.

“We were douches.” Yoongi said. “The way things escalated with hwasa we knew we fucked up, we knew once we messaged her.”

You nod taking in everything they are saying.

“You do realize you both are pieces of shit to even believe for one second Yun isn’t one of yours? Do you know how bad it hurt? It fucking killed me, when i found out. You both were my everything, my happiness, my world. And that was torn apart in a matter of minutes.”

They both put their heads down, they really had fucked up. You were the best thing to happen to them. You were there through almost it all. And they threw it all away because of someone they didn’t even give a shit about. All the memories they could have had being there for all of Yuni’s firsts. They were crushed.

“But…” you began. “I’m sorry too.”

You look at them. “Jealousy got the best of me and I snapped. I can’t see you both with anyone who isn’t me.”

“You’re ours.” Hobi said. “You always will be.”

As you lay on the couch with Bean in your lap you hear a ping from your phone. Reaching as best you can trying not to wake her, you open your messages and see a text from an unknown number.

You really think it’ll be that easy?

You have no idea.

Just you wait.

You have no idea what’s about to begin.

Sleep tight bunny :)

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purecantarella · 4 years ago

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Mamamoo Reaction : First Kiss

i’m sorry this took longer than expected ☹️ i’m still trying to find a solid time when i’m satisfied with my work when writing it and an update schedule.

still, i hope you enjoy still though 😁

Disclaimer : Mostly floof but has a little bit of angst, not too much, just a sprinkle

Kim Yongsun / Solar:

Since you two started dating, you would frequent her apartment often since it was so close to where you lived and it was comfortable. Plus, Moonbyul always kept you company and you three would joke around a lot of the afternoon to late evening.

Then there were these nights.

You couldn’t come over since your boss needed to run some things past him before you could go home and Solar was in no mood to deal with Byul all night alone. She walked into the apartment with little energy after the long day she’d had. She knew she had more things to do for her YouTube channel. It was a big load for her to take.

The brunette idol looked down at her laptop and saw everything she needed to edit and the weight of the day just pressed down on her chest. Tears began to prick her eyes, then the a knock at the door. She groaned and yelled out, “Byuli, I told you I wasn’t in the mood—!”

There you stood with take-out, a hoodie in hand, and a sheepish grin on your face. Solar melted at the sight of you, slightly disheveled hair and tired eyes, but you were still here. “I thought—”

You cut her off with an amused grin, “Byul told me in passing that you had a rough day and when I heard just how bad it was, I knew my boss could wait.” You explained, smile not faltering in the slightest. “You gonna let me in, Kim?” You asked teasingly.

The smaller woman pulled you in hastily, making you yelp in shock. The door slammed and before you knew it you were pinned against it with her lips pressed firmly against yours. You froze for a moment, eyes wide open, taking in how soft her lips were, before placing a delicate hand on her hip. Your eyes shut as hers began to slowly open.

The kiss lingered. Neither of you wanted to pull away nor deepen it any further. You slowly pulled away, pressing your forehead against hers.

“As much as I loved that, the food is getting cold and I’m actually really hungry.” She immediately slapped your arm before giggling softly, pressing your lips together one more time before dragging you to the kitchen.

Moon Byuli / Moonbyul:

It was a Saturday night when Moonbyul found herself sitting on your apartment floor with your niece while you and your roommate moved in the kitchen preparing dinner.

She’d become a frequent visitor at your apartment which you shared with your best friend. This was for two reasons, one, your niece had become relatively attached to her and neither of you had the heart to ignore her wishes. The second was because she wanted to see you after a long day of work and rehearsals. It was her safe haven.

You turned when you heard the high-pitched giggles of a child, you smiled fondly at the scene you saw. Your best friend looked at you with an amused grin before nudging you softly. “Byul’s really good with her, isn’t she?” She asked fishing for a reaction out of you. A warm smile fell onto your features as you continued to chop up the vegetables you were preparing.

“Amazing.” You mumbled dreamily to which your best friend slammed a hand as softly as she could. It wasn’t too loud but you still jumped at the sudden sound. “I don’t understand why you can’t just tell her!” She whined softly cornering you in the kitchen.

“You can’t use your niece as an excuse for this one, Y/n! Just admit that you like Byul!” She exclaimed when you were in the safety of the kitchen. As you were about to argue back, a soft and high-pitched gasp broke you from your thoughts. In the door of the kitchen stood your little niece, a big smile on her chubby face.

“Sweetie, sweetie come here!” You tried calling but she ran away giggling. You turned to look your best friend as she covered the huge smile on her face. “I will kill you.” Both of you ran out to the living room where you both saw your niece whispering things to the rapper who now wore a surprised look on her face.

You licked your lips and laughed softly, “All of the people in this house are clearly out to get me.”

Byul stared at you, still dumbfounded, a blush setting fire to her pale complexion. Your best friend looked back and forth at you and Moonbyul before picking up your niece and brought her to a bedroom to talk to her.

Once they were gone, you began to fiddle with your fingers, as if you were a teenager again, and sighed. “I know you may feel used...” You paused to think as she stood up from her initial kneeling position. “...or think I’m a bad person for using my niece’s attachment to you as a way to get close to you—” She put a finger gingerly under your chin before smiling.

“I don’t think you’re a bad person.” You felt a flood of relief fill you. “I’m just glad you feel the same way.” She smiled before placing her lips gingerly on yours, making you smile at the contact.

Byul’s hand moved from your chin to cup your jaw as you wrapped your arms around her neck. As the kiss deepened, you both lost touch with your surroundings. Until someone cleared their throat. Your best friend stood there with a phone in hand, grin widening as your expression dimmed.

“Solar, Wheein, and Hwasa just wanted to say hi!” Celebratory sounds came from the phone as you rolled your eyes and Byul nuzzled her nose onto the side of your face shyly.

Jung Wheein:

im excited for her solo album

Wheein and the rest of her members invited you to a night out to celebrate the release of her solo album. You happily agreed wanting more time with her and to get to know her members better. Both of you weren’t officially dating but you also wanted to get their stamp of approval before you asked Wheein to be with you officially.

You sat at the end of the booth, your hand in Wheein’s as she and her members discussed among themselves what they wanted to order. You looked to the side, your ears pricking up at seeing the shorter girl’s side profile, the smile on her face. The rest of her members noticed your gaze and smirked and began teasing you both. While she nuzzled her head into your neck shyly, your smile grew in size as you pecked the top of her head.

Suddenly, you heard wolf-whistling from the side. Your head shoots to the source of the sound. A group of cocky looking men looked both you and Wheein up and down, making the latter shrink up. You put an arm around her gently, whispering, “It’ll be fine. Pay them no mind, tonights about you.”

The conversation proceeds but after a while, the men from the table beside you become more and more invasive to the both of you. While the dark-haired idol tried her best to put on a brave face and held your hand for support, the anger in you was beginning to boil over but you kept composed for her. That is until one of them walked up to your table, a sleazy smirk on his face.

“Can we help you, sir?” Solar asked, trying not to seem rude to someone who may be a fan. He leaned close to you making you scowl in disgust. “Just wanted to know how long you’ve been together?”

You glared at him, “None of your business.” He smirked down at you. “What if I said that I wanted to buy her a drink, then would it be my business?” You stayed silent as Wheein’s hand clutched onto yours. “Why so quiet? Is that what you’re like in bed because if so—”

You stood up and threw a punch into the random man’s jaw leading to a giant rumble between you and Moonbyul and the group of guys. All of you were kicked out promptly after the fight began. You and Byul didn’t leave without a few cuts and bruises.

While Solar scolded Moonbyul for acting so irrationally, Hyejin went out to buy food for all of you, and Wheein cleaned your cuts quietly. The silence was eating at you as you guiltily looked at her. Your eyes shot from her to the floor. Finally, you took a deep breath and began to speak.

“I’m sorry, I know I should’ve handled it so much better and I am working on my temper to be enough for—Hmph!” Wheein’s lips pressed to yours swiftly and with purpose. You fell into the feeling of her warm lips against yours and ran your hand through her dark tresses. Her pulse began hammering against her skin before she pulled away. “Don’t do that again. You scared me.” She muttered softly before continuing to fix your wounds.

“I like her...” Byul muttered to Solar who smiled down at the younger member. She nodded, “So do I. And Hyeji would say the same after what she did tonight.” There was a lull before Byul looked up and asked, “Can I get a kiss too?” To which the leader applied more pressure to a wound before pecking her lips gently.

Moonsun superiority

Ahn Hyejin / Hwasa:

You weren’t the type to get angry, nor did you drink too much. And you definitely weren’t the type to mix those two. Which is why when you called your friends to go out for drinks they were surprised. When they got to the bar you were waiting in, you were already half a bottle of cheap vodka in. You looked at them with a big grin.

“Mr. Bartender! It’s my friends!” You slurred out while tapping excitedly on the counter. All of them rushed to you in both amusement and concern as you downed another shot. They all held you as you were about to fall, you giggled softly as you let out a sound of happiness. None of them had ever seen you this way.

The one you were closest with forced you to look at them with a dopey grin on your face. “Hey, Y/n, buddy? What’s going on?” You gave them an ominous shrug before turning back to the bar. Before you could down the shot that you’d ordered, another friend pulled the shot out of your hand before downing it as you whined. “Does Hyejin know your even here?” Another asked while chuckling. You rolled your eyes at the sound of her name to the surprise of the people around you.

“She doesn’t care about where I am anyway, why bother...” You said sulkily. There it was, the real reason you were blackout wasted. “Come on we should take you home.” You shook your head childishly before crossing your arms.

Realising there was no way to get you there willingly, they forcefully dragged you to one of their cars where you passed out. The car ride to Hyejin’s apartment wasn’t too long so your friends texted the idol telling her that they had you. It wasn’t long before you’d arrived and your girlfriend went to get you from the car. Your friends helped you in before dropping you off. She placed her hands on her hips seeing you in such a state. She rubbed her temples as you stirred awake.

“What were you thinking, Y/n!” She began to ramble on about how you were acting immature and that you should know better before you muttered out, “If you want me gone so badly, I can leave again.” She looked over at you and saw you in such a broken state. It was chipping at her heart to see and hear you like this. The idol straddled you, pushing your head up for you to look directly at her.

“I was worried sick, baby. After you said that you were done and walked out that door, I thought I would never see you again.” She whispered as her thumb caressed your soft cheek. “I care about you so much, Y/n. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel any other way.” You leaned up and pressed your forehead against hers, your eyes both closed.

Your hands snuck their way around her waist as you whispered sweet nothings and how sorry you were for worrying her. In a bold move, you closed the gap between the both of you, your lips touching for the first time. It was clumsy due to your inebriated state but it still made Hyejin and your heart double in speed. It was innocent, gentle, something the idol wasn’t used to.

You pulled away, pecking her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and found your way back to her lips. “Come on, I owe you some cuddles, baby.” You mumbled as she nuzzled herself impossibly closer to your body, both of you finding solace in the embrace.

i hope you all enjoyed! let me know if you have any comments or ideas on how i can improve and requests are open! i’ll probably do a twice and itzy version of this along with a few other reqs! have a good day everyone! 😋💓 Taglist:

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occult-roommates · 2 years ago

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Rudi Marron

Age: 22 years old

Birthday: January 14th 1997

Gender: Nonbinary (they/them)

Hometown: Selvadorada, Puntarenas, Costa Rica

Occupation: Singer

Traits: Music lover, overachiever, cheerful

Aspiration: Musical genius

Occult: Werewolf

Rudi was a werewolf from birth, just like most of their bloodline. Speaking of birth, they were born in Selvadorada, however, they did spend most of their childhood in Windenburg, Germany, due to their father’s job. They grew up as a boy, came out as a girl in their early teen, but later on realized they were actually nonbinary. Their parents have always been accepting of them...well, at least their mom, they’ll never know their father’s opinion, as he passed away under mysterious circumstances a year before Rudi’s first coming out. Unlike Dawud, whose father’s death is very obvious (a sudden brain aneurysm), Rudi’s dad went for a recreational flight one afternoon, he never came back. The wreck of the plane was found, along with his bloodied shirt nearby, but the man himself was nowhere to be seen. Afterward, the family moved back to Selvadorada. Though, we shall say that deep down, Rudi feels like their father might still be alive somewhere. On top of all of this, they had always dreamed of being a singer, famous of not it barely mattered, they just wanted to make music for a living. And so, they finally decided to make the move to San Myshuno in hope of making it, being the final person to move with the other roommates, shortly after Dawud. And who knows, since it seems like San Myshuno, a city so large nobody knows each other, is where people end up when they wanna start over, maybe they’ll find their father there, maybe...

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Hair: Werewolf Eyes: Petrichor eyes by Rheallsim Skin: Vanilla skin by Luumia Nails: Just the basic by Isaiahillustrate Shirt: Get Famous Pants: Female pants collection by Liliili Lipstick: Base game Earrings: Ear plugs and piercings by Frenchiesimgirl Piercing: Byul septum by Simkoos Pose: Female CAS pose #1 by Simmerika Background: Accessory cas background by I-heart-pudding and SonyaSimsCC

My shading is from Pixlr using the effect Sara at 80% under the Friend category. It is not a game reshade and is simply for making the screenshot nicer looking.

If I’ve made a mistake on any of these please just politely let me know so I can correct it.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #occult roommates #rudi marron

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byulsgrease · 3 years ago

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flaneur + moonbyul || off the beaten path

flaneur - a person who strolls the city in order to experience it - "deliberately aimless"

(slice of life?, ~1.8k words) - event prompt list

a/n: this is sort of a continuation of the moonsun I wrote back when I hit 100. definitely not necessary to have read it to understand this, but the context might be helpful if you did? who knows.

Byulyi doesn't actually head straight home. She strolls about after taking the train and purposefully getting off a couple stops too early, basking in the moonlight and brisk night air. Yes, her feet ache and prickle with every step from her shift. But she can't seem to make them carry her home. It feels less and less like one with every night she opens the door to her empty apartment, anyway.

She passes a little park, the kind artificially constructed in the middle of urban neighborhoods to give growing children some semblance of normalcy. Encourage them to come outside and touch some grass, or whatever people called it these days. A set of rusting monkey bars with a single swing attached stands atop the sandbox-like enclosure of woodchips. She unconsciously wanders over to the swing and sits in it, backpack still on. Her hands grasp the chains, thumbing over the roughness of individual links as she kicks off with her Air Jordan-clad foot. Some woodchips fly out onto the concrete but she gets herself swinging.

Mindlessly but methodically pumping her legs back and forth like she'd learned to as a child, she can't help but think about the day she just had. Sure, she worked all day. But her mind's fixed on who she worked with— Yongsun.

The corners of Byul’s lips slide upwards at the memory of meeting Yongsun for the first time, a bright and friendly smile breaking out between round cheeks while being tossed an apron, despite Byul's first day being an extremely busy one. Yongsun never let the afternoon rush phase her— she just put her mind to it and worked harder, if anything. Diligence. Nothing ever half-assed, whether by her or anyone else under her supervision.

Byulyi admired Yongsun's drive and passion. And still does. And Yongsun? Hm, what does she appreciate about Byulyi? All Byul can think of are the annoyingly witty jokes she cracks to poke fun and help break up the busy days. Even their manager manages to break into a tight-lipped smile once in a while— accompanied by a huge eyeroll, of course.

Does that mean Byulyi just falls for everyone? No, no. She treats everyone in her life like this, cunningly making jokes out of everything and nothing. She's got a knack for making people laugh and feel at ease. But she knows it's different when Yongsun's around because she gets so touchy. It's not even something Byul noticed she was doing at first— a tap of her fingers on the other's hip to signal her passing behind in their cramped space behind the counter, squishing Yongsun's cheeks with a finger to bother her, and even taking hold of her arm to peer over her shoulder while Yongsun took customer orders for Byulyi to anticipate the drink she’d have to make.

"Hey, why are you so…" she asked while closing up one day, maybe a month into Byulyi starting work.

"Touchy?" Byul interjected with a laugh. "You’re not the first person to ask. Guess I’ve just always been a skinship kind of person. We are friends, right?"

“Yeah, ‘course,” Yongsun replied with a short nod and a suggestion of a smile, returning her attention to intently swiping a rag over the drink-stained tables.

Byulyi stops in her tracks and looks up at the light shining out the glass door onto the pavement. 7-11. Out of all the places she could’ve wandered to, a convenience store? But her stomach growls at the sight of the brightly colored snack shelves, so she pushes a hand into the smooth glass and enters. A digital beep rings throughout the store, signaling her entrance.

The back of your head rests against the clear plastic case that houses all the cigarettes when you hear it. Good timing, because you’re literally about to fall asleep on the job.

Oh shit, a customer.

You stand up from the old bucket you sit on and greet her with whatever meager enthusiasm you can muster at this hour and lean right back into the case. One eye stays open, trained on her movements through the store. Can’t let some girl shoplift because you let your guard down late at night, the manager would have your head.

The next sound you hear is the thock of cardboard on the counter jolting you out of a micro-sleep, banging your head on the front of the cigarette case behind it. A throb of pain radiates through the impacted spot as you stand, rubbing the back of your head and apologizing groggily.

“No worries, long day. I get how it is,” she half smirks. A pack of mint gum also gets tossed on top of the container, which makes itself known as a pack of instant tteokbokki. You don’t usually talk to customers, especially the late-night stragglers. But she’s not some ratty old guy so you figure she wouldn’t attempt to hit on you.

“This brand is really fishy, huh?” Really? That’s the best you could do??

“What? Oh. Yeah, it is.”Your head shakes imperceptibly as you scan her items and process her change accordingly, kicking yourself for saying something so deeply mundane. “Thanks. Where’s the hot water?” she asks calmly.

You quit while you’re ahead and respond wordlessly with a hand wave toward the corner of the store. She nods politely as you sit back down on the bucket, tracking her with your eyes because there’s truly nothing else to do.

Byulyi tears the top open and fills the container with scalding water from the dispenser, careful to not splash any out of the opening. Her elbows rest on the counter as she leans into it, head propped in the palms of her hands. You don’t even realize how strangely pensive she looks, too stuck in the embarrassment of what you’d said earlier. Maybe having her hit on you wouldn’t have been so terrible. At least she’d be the one commiting the faux pas.

Byulyi notices absolutely none of this, mind still swirling with thoughts of Yongsun.

She’d like to think it wasn’t really either of them that initiated or made the first move. They had good chemistry, playful banter, witty rapport… and then one thing led to another, right? Heat radiates through her face at the memory— and it’s not from the hot water boiler. The only thing Yongsun made explicitly clear was that this, whatever the hell it was, had to stay casual.

Byulyi grabs a plastic fork and goes to town on the rice cakes, hissing as she instinctively sucks in a breath to cool the chewy starch.

Casual. Byulyi could do casual, she resolved. At least back then. But several hookups later and she’s found Yongsun taking up real estate in her mind, inch by inch. It doesn’t help that she never wants to talk, either. They fuck after closing and don’t do much else. Or more like Byulyi cums and then Yongsun dashes before the favor gets returned. Yongsun clammed up the one time she let Byulyi take care of her, rushing out even quicker than usual. And of course, it’s not like Byulyi could’ve asked her about it.

She finishes eating and resolves to grab the same package from the shelf, plopping it on the counter much like before.

"So good that you want another?" you joke, mildly surprised that she'd actually want to eat a second one. You could point her to the street vendor just a couple blocks away that sells the real deal for less.

“Nah,” she draws out, relaxed. “Picking up a snack for my roommate, tteokbokki’s her favorite.”

Byulyi bites her tongue as soon as the lie leaves her mouth, a tad concerned how easily it came to mind. But it’s not like you know. So she thumbs through her wallet and hands you a bill, nodding silently that you can keep the change. A tip from one service worker to another, she figures.

The chime signals Byulyi’s exit from the store, door swishing shut behind her. She looks up at the moon again, realizing now that her sight is dotted with a flurry of snowflakes that stand out against the backdrop of the sky. Her nose scrunches at the smell her own breath as it materializes in front of her— that tteokbokki really is fishy. She fiddles with the plastic rim of the tteokbokki lid, the thunk thunk sound stopping dead in the snowy air.

She’s really not far from Yongsun’s apartment. Nothing stopping her from making a tteokbokki delivery, right? It’s not like she needs to knock, the container would survive being left out overnight. Byulyi heads off in a power-walk, wracking her brain for Yongsun’s apartment number.

Upon arrival, Byulyi sets the container down on the doorstep and steps back ready to leave, but realizes there’s nothing to indicate that it’s from her. Not even pen and paper in her bag. Even a sticky note would’ve sufficed.

Maybe she should text? She hesitates for a split second, but then thinks fuck it. Her knuckles rap against the door in a half-balled fist. The sound is strangely decisive and much louder than expected. Her hands nervously fumble and fidget with the plastic lip of the container again as she hears movement from inside. What is Byulyi doing here? Confessing? Trying to return the many past favors?

Yongsun's bleary but annoyed voice comes out of door as it swings open.

"Who the hell— oh." She stops to stare at Byulyi dead in the eyes, sleepiness immediately sucked out of her voice when she lays eyes on the visitor in front of her.

“Can I come in?”

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Why are you still awake?”

“Why are you here?” Yongsun sounds more awake by the second, bleariness fading away from her voice with every word she speaks.

“Can’t I just come in? C’mon, I brought tteokbokki,” Byulyi half-whines with a shake of the container.

Yongsun shivers once in the doorway, the snowy air settling onto her skin the longer the door stays open. She rolls her eyes at Byulyi’s everlasting persistence, but steps behind the door to swing it open with a resigned huff, Yongkeey tucked behind Yongsun’s calves on the verge of yipping in excitement at the visitor.

Byulyi cracks a sheepish smile as she steps in, as if showing her teeth could make up for the intrusion. While Byulyi stands heel-to-toe to slip her feet out of her sneakers, Yongsun lets an excited Yongkeey loose. Yongsun surveys the uninvited visitor in front of her, noting how the snowflakes dotting the younger’s dark puffer jacket sparkle in the yellowed apartment light as she closes the door to the snowy outdoors with a click behind them.

#moonbyul imagines #mamamoo imagines #requested #off the beaten path #mamamoo x reader #mamamoo moonbyul #moon byulyi #moonsun #mamamoo fic #kim yongsun

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jiminies-ahmee · 5 years ago

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quarantine with ateez!

member: choi san

this lil bby 🥺

not that it’ll surprise u but most of quarantine time will be spent sleeping

he’s got a lot of pent up and unreleased emotions - especially stress bottled up in him

and he’s said his way of overcoming those feelings is by sleeping

so when the time comes to leave work to the side

he’s gonna nap all he can

and he’s gonna do it with you

your days usually start around the afternoon, between 1-2

it takes quite a while to drag choi sain out of bed tho

bc he’ll just lure you back into the sheets at any given moment

especially when you think you’ve finally managed to get him up

he’ll just let out a lil evil giggle and pull you on top of him

and he’ll then proceed to wrap his long limbs around you

and then tug the covers over you

“it’s sleep time baby”

“ choi san”

y’all know he doesn’t like being called by his full name and he knows he’s in trouble when u call him like that

“it’s past lunchtime now sannie, we gotta eat. i’m starving and i know you are too. your tummy’s making weird noises.”

and he can’t deny that solid ass fact

he is bloody hungry

so he’ll get up (kinda unwillingly tho)

but he knows if he doesn’t get up u won’t eat without him and he doesn’t want his baby skipping meals

“i’m doing this for you, y/n. this means you’re very very special to me.”

“well id hope so.”

so y’all will indulge in... a meal that u can’t even call brunch

but it’s not dinner either

so it’s just a meal

but a hearty one bc y’all like to eat

and eating makes you????

slEePY

so after food is a quick nap

sometimes san likes to facetime his family before sleeping

and likes to check up on byul his lil kitty

his parents are always so happy to see u especially bc they know full well you’re taking good care of their son

and honestly just the knowledge of that would make san’s heart burst

and he’d literally just hold u and not let go

“we’re staying like this till tomorrow”

“san, my arm’s going to fall asleep if we do that”

“well u should be asleep too so i don’t see a problem”

“san!”

#san #choi san #ateez #san headcanons #san imagines #san fluff #san reactions #san scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez headcanons #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez imagines

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bts-reveries · 4 years ago

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picnic blanket

the most beautiful moment in life | drabble/oneshot #1

genre: fluff, family

member(s): ot7

a/n: as some of you may know, the daddy aus series that i have are actually not called ‘daddy diaries’ but instead called ‘the most beautiful moment in life’

i always thought of making little drabbles or oneshots for this alternate universe once the series was over but since it’s father’s day, i decided to make this now as a special little gift

so please enjoy this, and although ‘y/n’ is not written in any of this (since everyone seem to like the couples anyways and because it’s with all the boys, i figured it would be okay) you can also just replace their names with yours 😂

and lastly, none of this would make any sense to you if you haven’t read the series! here’s the link to the master list: the most beautiful moment in life

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It was a partly cloudy afternoon, the group was at a huge park having a nice family picnic. Even though everyone was kind of just doing their own thing, it was a nice day for everyone to make sweet memories with their kids.

Namjoon was walking around with Moonji, picking flowers. Byul stayed back at the picnic blanket reading a book. Jin was taking Soojin butterfly hunting, while Mae and her two boys, Minseok and Haneul, played with a couple of water guns. Yoongi was taking a nap at the picnic blanket while Hana ran around chasing Yeontan. Sohyun was stuck sitting at the picnic blanket with Yoongi on her lap, petting his hair. Hobi was making a sandwich for Huimang while Sarang had Huimang between her legs, braiding her hair. Jimin was also at the picnic blanket, sitting down with Yuna resting on his lap, while Mingyu laid on her chest. Taehyung was raiding the picnic basket that Jin packed up, looking for strawberries. Lastly, Jungkook was sitting on the grass, making flower chains with Sian and Rina.

“Min Hana!” Yoongi yells from the picnic blanket. He had his arms under his head, shades on, lying comfortably on Sohyun’s lap. Sohyun scoffs, slapping his stomach.

“Min Yoongi! I said to go get her!” Sohyun says, pointing to the little girl, running farther into the field. Yoongi groans, sitting up and taking his shades off.

“Taehyung, can you get her?” He asks. Taehyung turns to him and laughs.

“I believe I heard Sohyun ask you not me hyung.” Yoongi whines in response, standing up and dragging his legs towards where his daughter was.

“Min Hana!” He yells again. Hana turns around to her dad’s voice, smiling instantly as she runs a little further.

“Where is she even going to?” Jungkook asks, watching Yoongi finally run after her.

“Daddy let’s go with them,” Sian says, getting up on his little feet, reaching down to pull Jungkook up.

“Daddy doesn’t want to,” Jungkook says, pouting at his son.

“Whyyy~” Sian whines, tugging on his dad’s arm.

“We’re not done making our matching flower bracelet. Ask mommy,” Jungkook says, pointing at Rina. Rina looks up from the flowers she’s holding and frowns.

“What. Umm.. Taehyung,” she calls, making Taehyung turn around for the second time. “Hana’s chasing your dog out there, you should go.” Taehyung frowns, looking up towards Hana and Yoongi.

“You mean mY SON IS OUT THERE?!” Taehyung yells, immediately getting up and running off to wherever Yoongi and Hana was.

“Wait!” Sian says, dropping his flowers on Jungkook’s shoulder and running after his Uncle Taetae. “Don’t leave me!”

“Ugh, I can’t wait until Gyu is big enough to run around with us like that,” Yuna says, watching Sian run off to catch up with Taehyung.

“I can,” Jimin replies, looking down at his son, who’s peacefully sleeping on Yuna’s chest.

“I’m sure you’d be the one who’s going to be so excited when he takes his first step,” Yuna says, looking up at Jimin.

“You’re right, I can’t wait to walk around with him,” he says, leaning down to peck Yuna on the lips, pulling away, moving to the side to kiss Mingyu’s little head.

“Aww, remember when we were like that?” Rina says, looking over at the new parents. Jungkook nods.

“Yeah, but now you’re mean to me,” Jungkook frowns, throwing Sian’s flowers at her face.

“Awww~~~ My baby,” Rina coos, leaning over to give Jungkook a kiss. When she pulls away, Jungkook scrunches his nose, pushing her away slightly.

“Ew...” He laughs.

“O-ow!” Huimang screams. “Mommy you’re pulling my hair a bit too tight I think.” Sarang ends Huimang’s braid with a small hair tie.

“Is it?” Sarang says, looking down at her. “It’s good tight, so it doesn’t get all over your face.”

“Here you go princess,” Hoseok says, handing Huimang his special sandwich. “Do you want some strawberries too?” He says, giving her a small bowl of nice, red strawberries.

“Wasn’t Taehyung looking for those?” Sarang asks.

“Yeah, I took them before he could eat all of it.”

“Daddy,” Huimang whispers to Hoseok. He kneels down so Huimang could whisper whatever she needed to say in his ear. “Can you take out mommy’s braid on me. It kinda hurts,” she says, making Hoseok laugh.

“Of course. Come sit,” Hoseok says, gesturing to the space in front of him. He began to take out the small hair tie Sarang put on her, and began to disassemble her braid.

“Hey, what are you doing,” Sarang pouts. “I worked hard on that braid..”

“It was too tight mommy,” Huimang said, her head moving around as Hoseok attempted to put her hair in a high ponytail.

“Hoseok,” Byul says, putting her book down. “Can you pass me some of those strawberries?” Hoseok nods, handing her the bowl.

“Thank you.”

“How’s that book going?” Yuna asks, sitting up, holding Mingyu steady on her chest.

Byul sighs before answering, closing her book and placing it on her lap.

“Honestly… it’s such a slow start and I’m not in the mood to read it anymore. I wonder where Moonji and Namjoon are now,” she says, popping a strawberry in her mouth.

“I’m sure they’ll come soon, her little legs could only walk so much,” Jungkook replies, getting up and stretching his legs. He groans as he stretches his whole body, reaching down to grab Rina’s hands, pulling her up.

“Where the heck is my son though,” Jungkook says, putting a hand over his eyes to block the sun, looking at the direction to where Sian and Taehyung ran off.

“They’ll be back soon, just like Moonji, Yoongi hyung’s legs can only walk so much,” Jimin comments.

“Should we-- aHH!” Jungkook yells. “What the--” Jungkook turns around to see a giggly Minseok holding a water gun.

“Oops! Sorry Uncle Kookie, that was our fault,” Mae says, helping Haneul with his little water gun.

“Haneul did you just spray me?” Jungkook says, making Haneul laugh. Jungkook runs towards him in an attempt to attack him with some kisses, making Haneul squeal, spraying him a bit more.

“Oh my gosh, I’m soaked,” Jungkook laughs, pulling Haneul in when the little guy notices that he’s run out of water. Jungkook kisses Haneul’s cheek and neck, making him giggle. “Aigoo, you’re so chunky I love it.”

“Uncle Kookie!” Minseok yells, causing Jungkook to turn around.

“Wha-- oH!” He yells as Minseok soaks his face.

“Ohhhhh,” Jungkook says into a laugh, “that’s it, I’m going to get you!” He yells, grabbing Minseok’s water gun from his hand and chasing him with it.

“Hey!” Minseok yells, screaming as Jungkook starts to spray him as well. “Mommy help!”

“Sorry buddy, you did this to yourself,” Mae says, laughing and picking up Haneul. “Let’s get you a towel buddy. Your hyung got you soaked.”

“Hey where’s Jin and Soojin?” Rina asks Mae. She replies with a shrug.

“They left to go butterfly hunting. I don’t even know how that’s going to work out when Jin yells whenever a bug gets near him,” Mae says as she wraps Haneul up in a little blanket.

“Unnie!”

Everyone at the picnic table looks up when they hear the small voice and instantly smiles when they see who it was.

“Unnie!” Moonji yells again, running with her little legs to the picnic blanket. Namjoon walked behind her, smiling at his little girl as she ran to his girlfriend with several little flowers in her small hands.

“Unnie,” Moonji says once again as she gets to the blanket, tripping and falling onto Byul’s lap.

“Ooh, are you okay sweetie?” She asks, helping the little girl up onto her feet.

“I got you this,” she smiles, holding up the flowers to Byul’s face. She gasps, taking them from Moonji’s hand.

“You got this for me?” Byul says.

“She was so excited and thought of you as soon as she found them,” Namjoon says, walking over to sit next to Byul, putting his hand on her shoulder and pulling her towards him so he can kiss her forehead.

“How sweet, thank you Moonji,” Byul says, “Come sit on my lap. Do you want to help me press them in my book? This way I can keep it forever.”

“Yes!”

“Okay, come here then.”

“MOMMY!” They hear another little voice and they all look up to another little girl running towards the picnic blanket.

“Oh baby you’re back!” Mae says, reaching out for her daughter to come to her.

“Mommy, we didn’t get any butterflies,” she says sadly, dropping down next to her little brother.

“Why not?” Mae asks.

“Because daddy scared them away!” She says angrily, pointing at Seokjin when he came up. Jin’s jaw drops.

“Me? What do you mean I scared them away?? They scared me!” Jin argues.

“One landed on daddy’s nose and he screamed and slapped it off and it flew away,” Soojin says.

“It’s okay, at least you found one right?” Mae says, reassuring her daughter. She nods, looking up at her dad and scrunching her brows.

“Hey don’t look at me like that, you clearly haven’t seen the wormy episode from spongebob,” Jin says, pointing at Soojin.

“You won’t let me watch Spongebob daddy.”

“We’re back!” Everybody looked up for the third time, watching as the last little girl came running up to the picnic blanket. Sian walked right beside Hana.

“Where’s your dad and Uncle Taetae?” Rina asks. Sian turns around pointing.

“Daddy’s walking really slow but he’s coming,” Hana says, running to Sohyung, instantly cuddling against her when she sat on her lap.

“What about uncle Tae?” Jimin asks, seeing Yoongi walking back but Taehyung nowhere in sight.

“He’s looking for Yeontan,” Sian answers.

“Oh? Where did Yeontan go?” Sarang asks. Sian answers with a shrug. Hoseok had a worried look on his face.

“I hope he’s okay, should I call him?”

“Mommy!” Rina turns around to the sound of her boyfriend’s voice.

“What you big baby,” she says, watching Jungkook dragging his feet and soaked clothes towards her.

“I’m wet.” He says, Minseok giggles, throwing his water gun on the ground, that he stole back from Jungkook at one point, and he runs towards his dad as Jin holds a towel open for him to run into.

“Well what do you want me to do, I don’t have a towel ready for you,” Rina says.

“Jungkook, come here,” Jin says, gesturing for Jungkook to come over as he held another clean towel in his hand, opening it up for Jungkook to run into just as Minseok did. Jungkook laughs, running to Jin as he wraps the clean towel around him.

“Wah~ It’s like Minseok suddenly grew up,” Jin laughs.

“Aww, I want to play with the water gun too,” Sian says, running to the abandoned ones on the floor and picking them up.

“They're empty,” Minseok says. Sian frowns.

“I should’ve just stayed here earlier…” He mumbles.

“Tannie!” Taehyung calls, walking through the trees where he last saw Yeontan run to.

“Kim Yeontan!” He yells even louder. Taehyung sighs, walking farther and farther when he heard a yip. Taehyung turns to the sound and follows it.

He sees a tail, behind a tree, wagging fast, just as Yeontan's tail does when he’s happy.

“Yeontan!” He calls again, the little dog turns around and immediately runs to Taehyung when he sees him.

“Where the heck have you been, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Taehyung says, picking up the pomeranian.

“Oh I’m sorry, is this your dog?” Taehyung looks up and sees a small boy and a woman who looks about the same age as him.

“Yeah, he ran off earlier and my niece was chasing him and he suddenly disappeared.”

“He saw me and ran straight to me! I think doggy likes me,” the little boy says, walking over to Taehyung and petting Yeontan’s head.

“He does,” Taehyung says. “He has a lot of cousins-- human, cousins-- that are around your age that he likes to play with. Maybe that’s why.”

“What’s his name?” The little boy asks.

“Yeontan, but we also call him Tannie,” Taehyung answers.

“Honey, tell the nice man thank you for letting you play with his dog and we have to go.” The woman says to his son. The little boy pouts, tippy toeing and leaning over to give Yeontan a kiss on the nose. Making Taehyung smile.

“Bye Tannie,” he whispers. “Thank you,” The boy says to Taehyung, bowing before running to his mom and grabbing her hand. The lady looks at Taehyung and bows her head as well before leaving. Taehyung bows back, turning around to walk back to the group. Yeontan begins to whine as he watches the little boy go.

“No no, we’re going back to the group, I’m sure they’re looking for us.” Yeontan began to cry as he looked over Taehyung’s shoulder.

“He’s just one of the many little boys you met, it’s okay.”

“Mommy I want some of that,” Huimang says, pointing to the kimbap.

“Okay, get some sweetie.”

“Shouldn’t Taehyung be back by now? I’m getting kind of worried,” Jimin says, feeling uneasy that his best friend has been gone for so long.

“I’m sure he’ll be back, with Yeontan too,” Hoseok says, grabbing some kimbap for Huimang.

“Tannie!” Soojin yells as the little dog comes running to the picnic blanket, Taehyung not far behind him.

“You’re back!” Jimin says, running up to him and giving him a hug.

“Where did you find Yeontan?” Namjoon asks.

“He was with some little boy and his mom,” Taehyung answers, sitting back down with everyone.

“Jin hyung, did you pack any strawberries? I’ve been looking for them before I left to get Yeontan and I could really have some right now.” As soon as he said that, Byul’s eyes widened, looking down at the nearly empty bowl that she had. It only contained about three small strawberries. She laughed sheepishly as she passed the small bowl to Taehyung.

“There’s about three left… sorry..”

“Mommy I’m done eating,” Minseok says, leaning over to grab Yeontan. Yeontan squeals as Minseok hugs him tight, wiggling out of his grasp and running off once again. Minseok laughs and gets up to chase Yeontan down.

“Wait I wanna come!” Soojin yells, running after her older brother. Huimang gets up after her and soon, so does Hana and Moonji. Then lastly Sian caves in and runs off as well. Haneul instead looks up at his mom and cuddles into her chest as he begins to get sleepy. Meanwhile Mingyu was actually awake this time and playing on Uncle Joon’s tummy.

“I’m not going after them anymore,” Yoongi says, leaning back down and closing his eyes.

Taehyung sighs, “I should’ve brought his leash.”

“Hey kids, don’t go too far!” Mae yells. As if they knew they’d get in trouble if they were to drift farther like they did earlier, Yeontan makes a U-turn and runs back towards the picnic blanket, bringing his train of little kids right behind him.

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enterenews · 2 years ago

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Byul's 'youngest daughter' fights against a rare disease

Singer Byul, who returned with her 6th regular album 'Startrail' on the 5th, said this in a face-to-face interview with Ten Asia.

Byul is back with her full-length album after 14 years. She has been called someone's wife and someone's mother for about 10 years. Her comeback after a long time was a decision for Byul, and it became an opportunity for her to prove her worth as a singer.

She said that the process of preparing for the album was not smooth. There was a difference between the star the public wanted and the music Kim Go-eun (her star's real name) wanted. The star that she listened to about 1,000 songs and pondered over to match her somewhere in the meantime. Adding to this was her responsibility as her mother, which was the reason for the delay in her release.

Last year was the 20th year of her stellar debut. The selection of her 'her full album' in celebration of her 20th anniversary. Byul said, "You might think that releasing a regular album is a reckless thing these days. But looking back at my 30s, I was less active compared to my business card as a singer. Personally, I was ashamed."

He continued, "When they said they would release an album to commemorate the 20th anniversary, I was disappointed with the single. I directly suggested it to the company and prepared it as a full-length album. Of course, it won't be easy, but after releasing it, I'm proud of the fans and I'm proud of myself. " said

Choosing the album track list was also not easy. 10 songs named on the album. Byul confidently introduced all of her b-side songs. He said, "I think I've received about 1,000 songs. It's been a long time since I've received an album, so I was greedy. Also, there are songs that contain my thoughts. The process itself was different from previous albums. Music videos, album jackets, and album phrases. It contains all my thoughts,�� he said.

Last year, the album was on the verge of being discontinued. It was because of the 'rare disease' of Miss Songi, the youngest daughter of Byul. People cheered on the news that she was suffering from 'Galang Barre'.

Regarding that time, Byul said, “While recording this album, I heard that my child was sick. I thought it was. Thankfully, the child has been cured. I don't know if the pain was a dream or the recovery was a dream."

The title song 'Afternoon' is a song that reveals the strengths of stars. It contains a persuasive story to listeners with its unique vocalization and conveying emotions.

Even in the process of selecting the title song, we could get a glimpse of the intense agony. Byul said, "'Afternoon' is a song that can bring joy to those who have been waiting for my new album, saying, 'This is a star.' My husband (Haha) scored on this song from the beginning. As soon as he heard the first verse, he said, 'This is a star. He said, "He smiled.

It is also an album that reflects my greed as a singer. Byul said, "I think a popular singer should maintain a balance between what people want to hear and what I want to do. In fact, I like the hip-hop genre. I don't want to be a singer limited to ballads. That desire is in this album. It's melted a lot. Songs other than 'Afternoon' will sound more pop and rhythmic."

Lastly, she mentioned her goal of becoming a singer. He said, "I want to do music for a long time. To be honest, I don't want to stay as an 'old singer.' I want to prove that this is not short. I will work hard. Really hard."

#먹튀사이트

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Femme: 50 Finale

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Erik Nam, Hyuna x Dawn, Black Pink x Female oc, TXT x robot oc, Got7 x Female oc Rating: Mature themes mentioned but not really explored. Length: 2.8k Announcement: This is the last chapter. I may have cried writing this piece. Beta: @lpayne612

You saw him waiting by the car, eating a donut, and drinking a cold coffee, and you went up to the service counter, “Can I borrow your PA system to tell my husband that he is pregnant?” The man at the counter grinned and handed over the microphone, explaining how to use it.

“Park Jimin,” you said facing the forecourt - grinning watching him lookup, “I took a pregnancy test, we’re pregnant!”

You saw him drop everything before falling to his knees and crying, covering his head with his hands. “I love you.”

He got up and ran inside dodging cars. People were clapping happily, and he grabbed you, kissing you fiercely, his fingers brushing against your neck, and hooking his thumb under your soft collar.

“We did it, princess!” He sniffed.

“We did!”

“Am I going to finally be a dad?’

“You are.”

“I dropped my coffee!” He laughed, his cheeks glistening.

“One coffee for the father to be,” a man smiled. “I remember when my wife said we were pregnant, it is such a good feeling, so this one is on me”

Driving home his hand was in yours, and he would occasionally bring your hand to his face and kiss your knuckles, whispering how much he loved you. You had explained to him you mistook implantation bleeding with a period because you were stressed and tightly strung with thoughts of letting him down.

He told you that he would never want you to stress and that there was nothing you could do that would ever let him down. “Just you breathing, and in my life, means the world to me.

Jimin came home and received a hug and kiss from all the children, a few crying saying they missed him and he cried back. “Where did you go?”

“Well, DaddyJii had to buy mummy a special drink so she could have a baby,” Jimin smiled at the children.

“Don’t be silly, Daddy Goo told us how mummy has babies in her belly,” Jae Eun said.

“Yeah, he says mummy eats a special fish and then the fish swims around in her belly and changes like a tadpole,” Jae Hwa smiled proudly.

“Yes, well the special drink has the fish in it.” You smiled at them, not ready to explain the birds and the bees just yet - wanting to preserve their innocence for just a few more years.

“Does it tickle Ama?” Huimang asked, “The fishy in your belly?”

“Sometimes, but the fishy is too small to feel just yet. When the fish turns into a baby, you will be able to feel the baby move in my tummy.”

There was a big family celebration; you made a huge donation to the Femme rehabilitation organization and, honestly, had a really good pregnancy. The number one hashtag as you entered your ninth month was ‘#SugaTheMusicProducerAndBabyInducer’ which made said man pout and avoid you whenever he heard it in mock fear.

He had written a few songs boasting that any pregnant woman listening to his album may go into labour at the sound of his voice. You went live with your family talking about things and what you all planned to do as a family.

“We have shared our whole world with you and it has been so long. You, have seen our ups and downs, and we want to continue to show you everything until the end. Just recently, with my struggle with fertility, we realized we don’t want to hide all these natural things from the world.” You grimace at the camera, another cramp taking over. You were secretly timing them so as not to finish the livestream early.

“We were lucky to fall pregnant, but not everybody gets that chance, so we are so thankful and are giving a donation to the specific fertility group we went through who was absolutely lovely.” You knew that the contractions were slowly getting closer together, but you would rather stay in the comfort of your own home and keep yourself busy with a livestream than going and sitting in a hospital room bored - and uncomfortable - waiting to go into active labour and dilate.

“Someone asked if we will have any more children?” Seokjin was designated to read the comments.

“No, we are already blessed with so many we won’t be greedy. Plus, I’m getting older and there are more chances of complications the older I get, so I do not wish to push the limits of my health. I want to be around for my family for as many years as I can.”

“Have you thought of any names?” Seokjin genuinely seemed interested by this question.

“Many.” You smiled, “We don’t know the gender of our baby, so we haven’t really settled on one - but a few.”

“Have you had any weird cravings?” Jungkook read some comments over the older man's shoulder, and they all began discussing your weird eating habits.

“Yoongi, if you had to induce a baby what would you do? I am due today, and the baby doesn’t look like they’re coming any time soon.”

“Well, I would lean down and whisper, ‘alright little one, it’s time to get out or you can start paying rent,’” Yoongi laughed at your belly, rubbing it gently.

“No, I am determined to entice my own child out,” Jimin leaned down so he was cupping your belly, his lips almost brushing the fabric of your dress. “Come on now baby, daddy wants to meet you.”

You could laugh at the timing as your water broke, thanking the heavens you were shooting from the waist up. “Did…” Namjoon gasped in shock.

“Did you just pee?” Jungkook shouted

“No my water just broke.” You gripped your tummy, breathing through the pain while trying to stop the laughter.

You had all decided to take the audience with you. It was mostly the camera on the boys and a nervous looking Jimin who was doting on you in the ward. You were having a blast talking and laughing with the audience while Seokjin was texting Erik and Namjoon’s dad, trying to make sure the kids were all fine getting ready for bed.

You were taken up to the VIP labour ward and you were having a great time. Your audience was super supportive, and you said goodbye getting wheeled off to the birthing suite. This labour was the easiest - you were so experienced you knew all the cues, and your body relaxed understanding what you were supposed to do.

A little boy. He was tiny in Jimin’s hands and he kept saying thank you. “Thank you for giving me this opportunity, this miracle who I will cherish everyday, I love you both so much, I love you my princess”

He held him in his arms as they wheeled you back to the private ward where you met the others. Jimin hadn’t stopped crying and Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi engulfed him in a hug. The live stream was still going on with a million-person audience waiting to see the baby.

“It’s a boy,” Jimin said, “and we both agreed his name would be Byul.”

You were happy and the boys grinned. You all looked up at the camera and waved, signing off - spending the time alone together. The nurse came in, “We have to check the baby's hearing and heart and take a full screen of his blood. All routine stuff.”

Jimin nodded, taking the baby in his arms and following the nurse. It wasn’t a long process, but when Jimin didn’t come back you started to get worried. You visibly began stressing the blankets. “What is taking so long?” your laugh was forced and there was little semblance of a joke.

“It’s okay, there are other babies. maybe they are waiting on another?”

Jimin stepped in and he was crying holding his son preciously in his hands, as if holding him too tightly could hurt the newborn. “Byul might be deaf, they will have to um, check him again soon.”

“What do you mean?”

“They said it could just be fluid in his ear, but they will check again in a few hours,” Jimin sniffed.

Upon the second third and fourth hearing test, it was almost clear that Byul was partially deaf. He could hear a little, but the doctor explained it would forever be super muffled. That didn’t mean he couldn’t recognize your voices, though. He still could just hear, and you were fine with that - any hearing was a blessing at that point.

You headed home, and Jimin took leave from work. He spent time caring for his son and even signed up for classes on sign language. Everyone went to the classes together and began learning, as it would be easier if you all learnt early.

Byul was not a typical happy baby spending most of his time crying - it was mostly due to the fact he scared easily. Being unable to hear when you were there, Byul would call for you and you would press your lips to his forehead and against his skin so he knew you were there. The vibrations running through his body.

He loved when you would do this but especially enjoyed Taehyung’s deep rumbling voice, it made him giggle.

He learnt cues differently. Instead of mum and dad, you taught him to touch his cheek in certain ways for these words. He wasn’t a shy baby, but he still only made a few noises. He was quick to learn how to walk and run and play.

Jeongsan was so good at sign language, he was quick to tell you what byul needed and took it upon himself to help his younger brother where he could.

You were still learning, and you had a discussion with the boys about your channel and what you should do. It was a mutual agreement that you would make your final broadcast that evening before a hiatus - which you didn’t know when or if you would come back.

It was a rainy afternoon, and Byul sat on your lap on the back porch, watching the rain and lighting and feeling the thunder shake the sky.

He laid back in your arms, and you sang to him and signed in front of him to sing along. He tried his best, his voice sweet like his father’s, and you did the signs the whole song.

His little gold hearing aids helped him out so much, but he sometimes preferred to not wear them, as he didn’t always like the feeling.

“My son,” you signed with a big bright smile “I love you.”

“Mama love you,” he answered, repeating your gesture as big as he could and you laughed hugging him tightly.

You all had just posted your live stream as a family saying you were going on hiatus. You felt like you wanted to cry, walking towards the kitchen to make yourself a calming cup of tea. When Kyungju asked, “Ate you okay mum?”

Turning, you looked at your family all looking back at you, all your beautiful children smiling at you, and then there were your husbands.

All looking beautiful. Seokjin still with a gentle smile, Yoongi looking impassive and yet now you could see the emotions in his eyes. Jungkook with the same bunny toothed smile, and thirteen years washed away like you were falling in love with them all over again. They stood in front of you just like they had that day, eyes bright and curious and you smiled. Speaking clearly in English while signing so every member of your family knew what you were saying.

“I love you.”

Everything was good, until I completed everything ready to post. I attached the last header for the last time and I just sobbed. Saying goodbye to this story is the hardest thing, I have experienced to this day. It was one of my safe havens a world I created to escape all the bad and well it has reached its happy ending.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.

Ever your Jester.

Femme Media 50

[The End]

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