#dad bambam

[digitalgirls]

뱀뱀 (BamBam) 1st Full Album [Sour & Sweet]  Concept Photo #3:  GHOST

[tearinarainstorm]

i’ll pass the lack of rúben media content in seoul bc of that goal

[jjproblem]

bambam letting us know he's bitchless

[sweetestofchaos]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ↣ BAMBAM ↣ 𝟙,𝟠𝟙𝟞

Trope: Friends to Lovers Waring(s): SFW. Angst. Mentions of pregnancy. Angst!Bambam Chapter(s): 4 of 6 Description: Being the baby momma of an idol wasn’t easy and you’re not sure if you can do it. Paring(s): Bambam & Fem!Reader Taglist: @thatoneoldergroupstan @chrisellesism​ @proudahgase-got7​

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Previous // Next

Having a baby with Bambam was easier said than done. JYP was informed and it seemed like all hell broke loose. The guys were in and out of many meetings with the higher ups, their comeback for their upcoming album Breath of Love: Last Piece was a mess and Bambam was never around. It was hard to find time for each other and you started to feel worse and worse about the situation with each passing day. Bambam would joke around and always laugh, but everyone could tell he was running on empty. Today was one of the rare days that you would be able to meet up with Bambam and you were worried. You had something that you needed to tell him, and you knew that it would break his heart.

You are running late, your hair was giving you a hard time today, so you decided to twist the front and leave the back out. You threw on a pink off the shoulder top, a black cropped leather jacket, ripped boyfriend jeans, white and silver lace up heels and silver square earring with a matching necklace. Your phone goes off and you quickly answer it seeing that it’s Bambam.

“Hey! I’m leaving my place now.”

Bambam laughs on the phone. “That’s fine doll. I’m leaving the studio shortly, so if you get there before me go head and order whatever yah?”

“Is everything okay?” You grab your purse and head out the door, locking it behind you.

“Yeah…it’s all good. I gotta go, I’ll see you in a bit.” Bambam hangs up and you sigh.

You drive to the restaurant and find a table far away from everyone else. It’s going to be an early dinner, Bambam had said that he wanted to eat a lot, so you both agreed on hot pot. You sit down and pull out your phone, browsing on Twitter and Instagram to pass the time. You order an ice water for yourself and a few appetizers to hold you over until Bambam comes. You pick at the food, not really in the mood to eat at all.

“Hey doll.” You lift your head and frown at Bambam’s appearance. He looks tired and overworked. He’s wearing black ripped jeans, a baggy green sweater, and black boots. Bambam sits next to you and kisses your cheek. “Hey lil man!” Bambam tickles your stomach, and you slap his hands away with a laugh.

“Will you stop that,” You shove Bambam’s shoulder, and he laughs.

“Did you already order?”

“Only what’s on the table.”

“Bet.” Bambam grabs a set of chopsticks and starts to dig into the food. “This is soooo good.” Bambam holds out his chopsticks and you take a bite of the food. It’s spicy and sweet, but you can’t swallow it. “Spit it out.” Bambam hands you a napkin and you turn away from him as you spit out the food. “He wasn’t feeling it?”

“No,” you frown and take a few sips of your water.

Bambam rubs your back and rests his hand on your knee. “Are you okay to eat here?” You nod your head and Bambam kisses your cheek. “Just take it slow, doll.”

Bambam follows you back to your place and the two of you head inside. Bambam locks the door and takes his shoes off setting them right next to yours. You head into the kitchen to grab drinks and Bam follows you.  

“Are you spending the night?” You ask grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge.

“Do I have any clothes left here?”

You think about what’s in your room and nod your head, “I know for sure that I copped a few shirts…there are three pair of your shorts here too.”

Bambam raises an eyebrow and laughs, “Just taking all my shit huh?”

“You weren’t wearing it.” You shrug your shoulders and hand Bambam a bottle of water. You walk past him, and he grabs hold of your hand. “What?”

“What’s on your mind doll? You’ve been a little stand offish since the restaurant.”

You click your tongue and pull you hand free from Bambam, “How about you get settled than we can talk okay?”

Bambam goes to refuse, but you walk out of the kitchen before he can say anything. Sighing Bambam heads into the guest bathroom while you head into yours to shower. You take a quick shower and hop out. You wrap a towel around your body and step out into your room, jumping when you see Bambam sitting on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. You notice that your phone is on the bed next to Bambam instead of on the nightstand where you left it.

You heart fills with dread at you take a good look at Bambam’s profile, “Bam?”

Bambam shakes his head with a defeated sigh, “I got off the phone with your mom…” Bambam turns to face you and you bite your lip seeing his eyes misty with tears. “Going back to the States? How can you just up and leave?” Bambam’s voice is rough, he’s angry and hurt. “I thought we were going to make this work…why would you leave me?”

You walk over to the bed and sit beside Bambam, “You’re killing yourself babe. You look like shit and you’re spreading yourself too thin. I don’t want to be a burden on you.”

“Were you going to ask me what I wanted?” Bambam stares down at his hands, and you shake your head knowing that he can see you. Bambam’s laughter is dark and broken. “Get dressed…I-I want you to see something before you leave.”

Bambam grabs his clothes from your room and gets dressed quickly before he leaves. Sitting on the bed you groan and hold your head in your hands. Leave it to good ol’ Momma to ruin shit without knowing. You get dressed in a pair of pastel yellow sweats, a black tank top and the matching sweat jacket. Walking into the living room, you see Bambam on his phone typing away at the screen quickly. You clear you throat and Bambam stands up.

“Let’s go.” Bambam walks to the front door without looking back at you and you suck your teeth. You know Bambam would never hurt you, but you’re about fed up with his attitude…even though he has every right to be acting this way. You follow after Bambam and get into his car without a word. Bambam pulls out of your driveway and speeds through the streets. At a red light, Bambam glances at his phone and huffs before he types out a quick reply. The light turns green and Bambam pulls off, his grip on the steering wheel getting tighter and tighter. You keep one hand on your stomach, rubbing your thumb up and down as you stare out the window at the world.

You start to notice the buildings and your brows pull together in confusion when Bambam parks his car in the JYP parking lot. Bambam kills the engine and gets out, walking over to open the passenger side door for you. You get out and Bambam slams the car door shut before he grabs hold of your hand and leads you into the building.

“Am I allowed to be here after hours?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Bambam nods his head at the guards and head right to the elevators. The two of you wait in silence for the doors to open. One of the elevators opens and Bambam gently pushes you inside before he steps in after you.

“What are we doing here?” Bambam ignores you and types away on his phone. You lean against the metal wall and close your eyes feeling all your energy drain.

Bambam glances over at you and shoves his phone in his pocket. “Hey…” Bambam touches the side of your face, and you open your eyes. “Tired?” You nod your head and Bambam sighs. “I’ll take you home after this…just wait a little longer, okay?” Bambam wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side letting you rest your weight against him. “You drive me fucking crazy, doll. You know that?” The elevator doors open and Bambam helps you out, not letting his hold on you go as he leads you down the hall of what you know to be the recording studios. Bambam stops in front of one door and knocks twice before he waits. There is shuffling on the other side and a few minutes later the door opens to reveal a tired looking Jaebeom. Jaebeom steps back and lets the two of you into the room. You look around and see that all GOT7 is there.

“What’s going on?” You look at each of the guys and they all look tired, but more so, they look hopeful.

“Have a seat Y/N,” Youngjae smiles at you and pats the spot next to him. You look at Bambam and he gives you a small push forward and you sit in between Youngjae and Mark.

“You ready?” Jaebeom asks and Bambam nods his head before he walks into the recording booth. Jaebeom sits down at the recording table next to Jackson and you stare at Bambam confused. Bambam puts on a pair of headphones and winks at you before Jaebeom gives him a thumbs up. Music fills the room, and you don’t know the song.

“He wrote this about you, so just listen, okay?” Jinyoung sits back with his arms resting on the length of the back of the couch while Yugyeom’s head is in his lap as he lays on the couch. You listen to the song and soon Bambam’s voice is all you can hear.

Nado eotteon geurimi geuryeojiljin molla Nareul binnaeneun geotbodan neoreul wihae golla Naui majimak moseup neoege da matchulge Barami bureoomyeon neol anajulge

The words hit your heart and your hand moves to your stomach. Bambam’s eyes lock with yours and he smiles as the rest of the song plays.

You can complete my circle You're the missing last piece

The ending notes of the song fade out and tears are rolling down your face. Bambam pulls his headphones off and leaves the recording booth. He walks over to you and lowers himself in front of you. “Stay here with me Y/N…please?” Bambam cups your face and wipes at your tears. “I love you.” A sob slips past your lips and Bambam is quick to silence you with a kiss so deep it takes your breath away. “I love you, doll.” Bambam rest his forehead against yours and looks into your watery eyes.

“I-I love you too,” You cry and the guys all clap making heat attack your face.

“So, you’re gonna stay here, right?” Jackson asks and you nod your head quickly.

“Thank fuck,” Yugyeom sighs with a large smile on his face.

[icouldhyperfixatehim]

yow dinner at ongsa's was an excruciating watch. four people at that table and not one of them managed to cover themselves in glory

[justmochi]

― 2024 JENN <Let's Go Home> WORLD TOUR CONCERT IN SEOUL

2024.05.25(SAT) - 7PM(KST) 2024.05.26(SUN) - 7PM(KST) + ONLINE KSPO DOME

― GOODIES

Let's Go Home Crew Neck Bucket Hat Dad Hat Photocard Binder Photocard Holder

― IDOLS IN ATTENDANCE

DAY ONE

GOT7's JAY B, Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam, Yugyeom

Actor Ahn Hyoseop

SEVENTEEN's S.Coups

TWICE's Jeongyeon, Sana, Jihyo

Actress Kim Yoojung

BLACKPINK's Jisoo, Jennie

fromis_9 Hayoung

(G)I-DLE

STRAY KIDS Bangchan, Han, Felix

ITZY's Lia, Yuna

NMIXX's Lily, Haewon, Sullyoon

KISS OF LIFE

DAY TWO

GOT7's JAY B, Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam, Yugyeom

SEVENTEEN's S.Coups, Seungkwan, Dino

TWICE's Jihyo

Actor Byeon Wooseok

SUBLIME Artists

Actress Lee Sungkyung

STAYC's Sieun, Sumin, Yoon

ONEUS's Leedo, Keonhee

BOY STORY's Zihao, Zeyu

Xdinary Heroes' Jungsu, Jun Han, Jooyeon

― SETLIST

spotify playlist *demente set to be replaced by covers of songs by artists associated with each tour stop

― OUTFITS

inspired by @venusvity

― HIGHLIGHTS

tour opens up with an unreleased song titled 'i'm ready'

some songs had orchestra rearrangements

elements of la perla incorporated into her stage outfits

out of breath during her opening ment

green + purple ocean

fans were shocked to see her perform trust my love by herself with choreography.

demente was choreographed by jenn herself; she revealed that yugyeom helped her

after demente, she asked if the maknae line could join her on stage for trust my love on day two.

she showed all her idol friends who attended on the big screen

she was all excited and happy when they showed jaebeom and jinyoung on the screen!

jenn announced that she is already working on her next comeback. she hopes for it to be a full album

didn't cry for her ending ment which is a first!!!

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions @cosmicwintr @fromfreesia @succulentmom @kimhyejin3108 @alixnsuperstxr @hybesunstone @allthings-fandoms @itzynabi @choihaneul @strmiu @Kaitieskidmore1 @evaalopezzzz

[detectivebambam]

bambam can you tell us more about Hailie Josten-Minyard? more specifically can you tell me if the story she’s in has any plot or if it’s just decor for a character? i’m working on an aftg oc but I don’t know how to take the plot any farther than simple exy games. so if there is plot, I need some advice on how to write a plot for my character, and if there’s not then I just won’t feel bad about it anymore

teehee don't feel bad !

i just counted, I have 86 OCs. not all of them are AFTG, and none of them have a story written

so don't feel bad! make OCs just to make them lol

Hailie will get a story. right now there's a translucent plot. here's some more stuff about her:

she does school online. she was okay in public school until age 7. she started acting out and having attacks so they took her out

she's selectively mute. the whole fam speaks (?) sign language, since Andrew is deaf and also selective at times, and then Hailie came into the picture

she met her best friend at gymnastics, and they will stay life partners

she's a little kid so we're not sure her sexuality yet, but as of right now, no attraction to anyone

"Who is Daddy and who is Papa": she calls them both Dad. if they can't figure out who she's talking to by process of elimination, she'll refer to them as "Dad Andrew" and "Dad Neil"

[multiphandomunnies]

got7

reactions

girlfriend hugging them in their sleep

deserted island au

high school au

gf is a demon

s.o is shy with skinship

s.o is self conscious

imagines

mark

jackson

thank you

bf! jackson

trying again

single dad au

jaebum

it’s not too late

get over here

not now (*M*)

carnation

bf! jaebum

christmas special

i want to do these things with you

jinyoung

youngjae

bambam

christmas special

yugyeom

bf! yugyeom

let’s go out

[imnameimswrld]

⃘ ֹ ִ 𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 ★ ִ a series ꒱

in which I make a moodboard and write some calculated nonsense about my biases as taylor swift songs (my queen) !

status, in session...

❪ kpop masterlist ❫

━━━━━━━━━━❪ 🖤 ❫━━━━━━━━━━

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 as ...call it what you want by taylor swift.

stray kids. skz. leader. producer. '97. aussie-korean. my ult / husband. christopher bahng. 3racha. vocalist. rapper. dancer. gnabnahc. don't touch his laptop aka the mother-load. swarovski knows what's up. peak husband material.

𝐕 as ...maroon by taylor swift.

bts. bangtansonyeondan. vocalist. '95. korean. daegu boy. celine's top model. kim taehyung. thv. yeontan's dad. his boxy-smile, ugh. he's served enough, send him home please. visual. actor.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔 as ...dress by taylor swift.

seventeen. svt. rapper. vocalist. visual. hip-hop unit. kim mingyu. my favourite tall tan boy. vampire. '97. korean. mr bullied by his 12 brothers. his lisp dear lord. cute puppy with the body of a greek god. dior, bvlgari & cartier doing God's work out here. min9yu_k.

𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 as ...gorgeous taylor swift.

blackpink. bp. vocalist. visual. mother. '95. kim jisoo. actress. ceo of blissoo. jisoo turtle-rabbit kim. i am so in love with her goofy ass. sooyaaa__. flower. pretty sure she's a billionaire. korean. blackpink in ur area (except for mine). blackpink is indeed the revolution.

𝐘𝐄𝐉𝐈 as ...new romantics by taylor swift.

itzy. leader. main dancer. vocalist. rapper. '00. korean. hwang yeji. a literal lightfury. the cat is cating with this one. the eyes chico. a total loser girl but I love her for it. lucy hwang. my oppa. yezyizhere. ms english is about confidence. visual. midzy's protector fr.

𝐒𝐀𝐍 as ...lover by taylor swift.

ateez. vocalist. dancer. demon liner. '99. choi san. korean. mountain. my kitty cat. the fluff is fluffing. blonde brought me to my knees. stage presence. the de-twinkafacation is too real. shoulders for days. mr flirts too much his photocard that I don't have should be sleeping on the porch. deja vu eyebrows... ya just had to be there. kq give my boys their own insta accounts right now. totally kisses his band mate jung wooyoung.

𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 as ...delicate by taylor swift.

nct. nct 127. nct u og. super m. leader. lee taeyong. korean. rapper. dancer. '95. a parent of 26. korean. bless his hair. mr ty. my bubu. he is peak comfort. I just want to hug him forever and never let go. ai. he bleeds neo-green. taeoxo_nct. please don't send him away, he's already been serving since 2016. sticker's no.1 defender. visual. tik_tyong.

𝐓𝐄𝐍 as ...king of my heart by taylor swift.

nct. wayv. dancing king. vocalist. rapper. '95. a cat dad. a sassy king. chittaphon leechaiyapornkul. lee yongqin. gender-envy is real people. mr oh no your have to taste it. nct u og. thai and kinda chinese too I thinks. I wanna say multilingual king but according to bambam he can't even speak thai (his mother-tongue) well. a 10/10 fr. tenlee_1001. birthday was a cultural reset. visual. pretty sure he's in love with a guy named johnny suh from chicago.

𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 as ...mastermind by taylor swift.

nct. nct dream. dancer. rapper. '00. lee jeno. a samoyed doppelganger. so fluffy. leejen_o_423. hot sauce jeno is my roman empire. visual. korean. makes my heart so warm. kinda wanna put him in my pocket. he might be in love with some kid that goes by the name of na jaemin.

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 as ...enchanted by taylor swift.

aespa. leader. rapper. main dancer. '00. real ? I think not. literally ai. my adorable stupid cheese cat. yoon jimin. korean. one of them laughing slappers. such a cutie pls just get in my pocket and let me protect your forever rina. katarinabluu. quite literally meows. a cat has never cat-ed like her before. run run run kitty kitty run run. visual.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 as ...dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift.

le sserafim. rapper. vocalist. dancer. ballerina. '03. zuha. japanese. literally lee hojung's sister because, huh. looks a little line jeon wonwoo too, but that just could be me. nakamura kazuha. my girlfriend (real). body goals fr, SLAY QUEEN. such a cutie patootie it makes me cry. the rizz is lowkey but so real. zuhazana. the swan song is literally her song. SOUNDS LIKE MONSTER BABY KING KONG, such a banger. visual.

𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 as ...wonderland by taylor swift.

txt. tomorrow x together. leader. vocalist. dancer. that dolphin song boy. '00. choi soobin. my favourite tall awkward and shy boy. he's just such a cutie pls. korean. I live in his dimples. I love that we collectively hate on math, my soulmate fr. you know you know soobin. page.soobin. so boyfriend dammit. visual. BRING BACK PURPLE HAIRED SOOBIN RN.

𝐉𝐀𝐘 as ...getaway car by taylor swift.

enhypen. enha. an all-rounder honestly. he plays guitar and that's hot. '02. blonde jay makes me spiral. korean but spent some time in america too. park jongseong. if angry bird, then why so gorgeous. he shouldn't be allowed to wear jeans because holy moly. he makes me giggle like a girl and I LOATHE IT because I'm supposed to be a feminist jason (his name isn't jason btw). I wanna kiss him. my boyfriend (REAL).

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊 as ...paper rings by taylor swift.

p1harmony. piwon. p1h. rapper. dancer. such a cutie I can't take it. he likes almonds. hwang intak. intakie. intak-attack. taki taki rumba. '03. he's soooo... BEIDJEDKWNDKED. I can't think straight when I see the guy. I love him. korean. his music taste is bangin'. I can't handle short-haired intak lord haveth mercy. okay okay, but fr this time, he's my boyfriend.

❪ more might be added... ❫

[sea-moon-star]

Bangtan Village: Pregnancy Series || Maknae Line: 1

1: Deciding to have a baby

Pairing: BTS maknae line x f!reader, jimin x dancer!oc, taehyung x psychologist!oc, jungkook x idol!oc

Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, husband!BTS, dad!BTS

WC: 3.5k words (1k ish each)

Summary: The part of Bangtan’s life where they’re all living next to each other in a privately owned township that’s just outside Seoul, it’s close enough for them to get to their social & work lives but far enough to provide them with privacy as they’ve become global legends after the end of their most successful re-union, comeback and world tour in 2025-26. While they continue working simultaneously on solo and group endeavors, they take it slow to focus on their personal life, especially with their growing families taking precedence. As of now, all 7 members are married, with Hoseok & Jimin already having kids of their own. But they’re nowhere close to done, the number of tiny humans in this village is yet to increase!

A/N: The one where all my ocs are named after flowers hence the header! Hyung line to follow soon, more parts too. Spot the cameo by Astro's Eunwoo & 97 liners. Ready, set & begin 🌷🌺🌹🌻🌼💐🌸

Jeon Jungkook x Lee Hae-rin🌷:

Jungkook and his wife had already had a baby conversation before they were married, one where they’d both decided they were more than happy being pet parents- Jungkookie with his dog named Bam and Hae-rin with her cat named Haru. Although they were opposites called Night & Day, the Doberman had learnt to get along with house cat since they had been introduced back when she was a kitten. And this gave them the chance to have company at home while the other was busy with their career, their schedules often clashing as two idols at the peak of their stardom. Though Jungkook had the security of having a group and hence, could take more time off, unlike Hae-rin for whom being a solo artist meant she had no stand by to rely on. And yet by some miracle, today they had both taken time off work to attend a dear friend’s baby shower.

Fellow 97’ liner, Eun-woo, the host of the event had taken a moment away to greet Jungkook while Hae-rin congratulated his wife. “Are you sure, you can’t stay for longer? It’s so rare that we get to see the both of you together and spend time. Once the baby comes, it’ll be much harder, why don’t you stay, Jungkook-ah?” Eunwoo tried to persuade Jungkook but he just shrugged his shoulders with a defeated sigh & replied back, “You know I’m really happy for the both of you, right? I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to… I just need to go…” “But why, Jungkook-ah? You’re always the most excited one at all our baby showers, be it for Mingyu, Jaehyun, Bambam, so what’s wrong today? I can see it on your face that something is really bothering you. Tell me, friend. You know I’m here for you…” Eunwoo reassured Jungkook, a hand on his shoulder as his friend broke down at his touch & replied, I won’t lie to you, it just hurts too much to be here. And that’s why I need to go… I can’t see any more of these baby showers, knowing that I’ll never host one of them myself. And it’s worse today because she’s here and I’m scared she’ll see through me, that I’ll ruin this for both of us because I’m the selfish one that wants kids when we decided we wouldn’t have any.”

“You made that decision years ago, why don’t you speak to her once again? She’s so good with the kids, whether the 97’ liners or Bangtans, maybe she’s changed her mind?” Eunwoo offered hopefully but Jungkook pursed his lips as he said, “It’s not that she doesn’t like kids, we both do. But it’s one thing for us to enjoy with our nieces and nephews, it’s another to actually have children. And for all the women around us, it was easier for them to have children, it’s different for her. They aren’t celebrities in their own right, they have ordinary lives and jobs that allow them to do both side by side. And your wife, even though she’s from the industry- she’s an actress who’s allowed to take a maternity break and get back. The roles might be different but the fame remains untouched, the success does too. But it’s not the same for an idol, our careers are short spanned as it is and this is akin to self-sabotage. Stamina, reputation, fan following, everything takes a hit and I couldn’t do that to her, not while BTS continues to thrive. I can’t pull the plug on her career, that’s the most self-serving and sexist thing I’ll ever do and I refuse to be that man.”

“And what about husbands that hide things from their partner and mislead them? That doesn’t make you a misogynist, Nampyeon?” A voice said from behind and Jungkook almost dropped the glass he was holding in his hand, as he saw his wife standing there, having heard their conversation. Eunwoo slipped away, after a quick pat on Jungkook’s back, wishing him luck as he gave the couple privacy to discuss what had just gone down.

“Who were you to decide what I should do? Whether I choose my career or my family life, it’s my choice to make. Not yours! Why have you never once told me this? I thought you genuinely didn’t want kids, so I never brought it up. Sure, I’m indifferent about being a mom, I wouldn’t mind either ways. But I’m not indifferent to you! If this is part of your dream, then why would you just let it go? You’ve let me put my dreams first, since day one. You welcomed me into Hybe as my sunbae, you recommended my debut song to armys and catapulted me to success, you stood by and watched as I ranked #1, won awards and went on world tours, you even pushed our marriage so it wouldn’t affect my prime. And you think I wouldn’t want to do the same for you? Give me the chance to do for you, what you did for me, love. Please?” She implored him to listen as he asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret it, it’s not just your career, it’s your body, things won’t be the same again… you’re doing the heavy lifting, it’s not me…” “You think I’d ever regret creating something that’s a sign of our love? To bring a child that’s part you into the world, that’s the easiest idea to get on board with. How could I ever not love someone who is a mini you?” She said with a wide smile on her face as she gazed into his eyes, and he broke into a grin, “You make a good point but truth be told, I’ll be rooting for our child to be a reflection of you.”🌷

Kim Taehyung x Ahn Nari🌺:

There was no deciding about when to have a kid, with Taehyung and his wife. She’d been writing a baby diary filled with poetry, letters, life lessons & more since she was 18, he’d been craving wanting to be a dad ever since he’d grown up raising his younger siblings. With them, they’d just left it up to faith, they just wanted to be pregnant, they’d be preparing all their lives and the when didn’t matter. Everything had been blissful after their marriage, until the day when Taehyung came home to find his wife curled up on the sofa, crying her eyes out. He rushed to her side, his heart constricting in his chest as he felt her heaving sobs and tried to contain her grief in his arms. He wasn’t sure of what to do to help her feel better, being a therapist- comforting others & helping them through their emotions was more her department than his. In fact he couldn’t remember the number of times, she’d motivated, validated & held space for him.

Still, he knew what words couldn’t say, his actions would so he hugged her tighter as he whispered, “Yeobo, what’s wrong? I’m here, whatever it is. It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Just please, look at me…”. Despite his pleas, she couldn’t meet his eyes, her gaze trained at the piece of paper on the coffee table of him. It was stained with her tears but he picked it up, he saw it was a medical report from a local fertility clinic. It had been barely a year into their marriage but they knew something was amiss when they still couldn’t get a positive test. Though his way of coping had been to deny it all along and bury himself into work, clearly she’d had enough and decided to go looking for answers.

“They… they said… I would never… be.. a mot…” She tried to whisper but he cut her off, “No, don’t say that. They’re lying, they’re just being insensitive and stupid. You will be a mother, I promise. They don’t know shit, they’re just a small suburban clinic, I’ll take you to the best doctors, to the biggest super specialty clinics, adoption centers, we can go abroad, whatever it takes okay? We can do whatever we want, the options are endless.” She shook her head and stepped back from his embrace, the fury and hurt painting her expression as she cried out, “It’s hard enough to adopt ONE child, you always wanted our kids to have siblings, you wanted 5 children!? And we wanted a child before we were even married, how long are we going to wait? Do you know how long medical procedures take? It could be YEARS because we even have a child, are you really going to be able to wait that long? Can I? I wanted to be young, I’ve seen what happens when there’s a huge generational gap between kids and their parents, I never wanted this… it’s the one thing we’ve always pined for… and I’m going to break that dream for both of us.”

He cupped her face in her palms, forcing her to make eye contact with him, “Y/N! Stop. I won’t allow this. As long as you and I are together, the dream is alive. We’ve made the impossible come true before, we can do it again. You were a preemie kid who wasn’t going to survive but you did! Bangtan defied the odds with our success. We’re fighters, we don’t give up, okay? We’ll find a way, we always do, love. Why wait? I’ll make an appointment tomorrow and this time, no doing it alone, I’m coming with you. I’ll take the tests, I’ll be there for your follow ups, whatever it takes, we’re in this together. What do I always say, huh?” “Teamwork… makes the dream work.” She replied gingerly, her voice getting stronger with every syllable as he gave her a kiss on the forehead and felt the tension exit her body with his gesture. 🌺

Park Jimin x Song Jang-mi🌹:

Park Jimin was the only Bangtan member to already have 2 kids, his childhood sweetheart turned wife from his dance school had given him two daughters. It was obvious to anyone that he loved them more than life itself- that’s why their names were Ae-Cha, which meant loving daughter and Mi-Cha, which meant beautiful daughter. He had the biggest smile on his face when he came home from work to watch both his daughters, aged 5 & 3- sit together at the dining table playing, having a fake tea party with their dolls. They were so engrossed with the pretend play that they didn’t even notice that their dad had come back home. But even though part of him wanted to swoop them up into his arms, he held himself back, watching in admiration while leaning against the door frame of the living room.

He was joined by his wife who slipped her hand, across his waist and leaned closer & whispered, “Can you believe we actually made it past the terrible twos & threes? I can’t believe they’re our girls? That the same kids who once turned the house upside down are now both sitting quietly, the house is clean, I actually had time to have a cuppa without being interrupted, it’s surreal!” “Yes, that’s why I dare not disturb them. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, they’re really grown up, huh? Where did the time go? It feels like yesterday that we got married & here we are already… At this rate, they’ll be in college soon & I’ll have to walk them down the aisle!?” He said incredulously, while she responded, “You’re forgetting the hormone crazy teenage phase, where they’ll hate everything we say & do, rebel & go out at night, you’re gonna have to give them a talk about safe sex, & not murder any boy they decide to bring home. I’d pay good money to see that!” She chuckled as he glared at her, as she relunctantly stifled her laughter.

“Stop it, you mean woman! I’m not even slightly ready to go there, not even in my mind. And you might hit me for saying this but… I actually miss the chaos? I miss tripping over legos, wearing mis-matched shoes, having spit-up on my clothes, knowing that they’re tiny enough to be safe in their cribs or even better, inside you.” He sighed & told her as she agreed, “Yeah, you’re right, I actually miss the time, it felt like everything was slower when they’re not born yet, almost like you can control how fast they grow up. 9 months of time, where it’s just us & nothing & no one can get in the way of that.” “If you didn’t hit me then, you’re definitely going to hit me now but I’ll take my chances… would you, consider doing it all again? Having one more kid? I don’t think I’m ready to let go of them being babies just yet.” He softly muttered as her eyes widened in surprise at the proposition. “I’m not going to hit you, trust me. In fact, I think you’re right. That must be why I haven’t been able to part with any of their baby supplies, I’ve held onto them- they’re still in the attic, you know? Even though I was supposed to give it away to charity ages ago. As much as I want to jump right into this, are you certain we can do it? 3 kids is a lot. What if we bite off more than we can chew?” She asked, a hint of anxiety in her tone as he pulled her closer to him & said firmly, “We’re a power couple, we’ve always been. With you, nothing is too much trouble. I have full faith in us, jagiya.” 🌹

To Be Continued... 🌊🌙⭐️

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Apaixonar

Apaixonar (v.) - to fall in love with someone or something; the act of falling in love

Pairing: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x Fem!Reader; Genre: s2l, Slice of life, Romance, Fluff, Smut; Rating: 18+, nsfw, MDNI; Warnings: rich prick Jackson, being kicked out of his home by his dad, mentions of regret, Bambam being fancy, having no money and getting kicked out of a taxi too, spontaneously moving into a shared apartment, jackson being quite the asshole, SMUT, phone sex via official services, masturbation, guided masturbation, slight nipple play, oral (fem receiving), orgasms (m & f), unprotected sex, pulling out and cumming on the stomach (not the safest option), hinted possessive jackson; Wordcount: 7.252

Summary: In need of a new roommate you weren’t too picky and when a handsome stranger told you he wanted to be your roommate you didn’t say no. Though you didn’t expect to be so different from him and you definitely didn’t expect to work more now instead of less. Actually you didn’t expect a lot of things with your new roommate.

A/N: For once I managed to post something during an idol’s birthday!!! Ignoring the fact I only managed this on the third attempt... Happy Birthday Jackson Wang from China!!! Please enjoy this one shot (where I tried writing solely from his perspective)

Frustrated, Jackson kicked against his suitcase, growling internally when the pain shot from his toes up through his body. He ran his hands through his hair and looked around through the empty streets.

Banished from his home by his own father he was forced to leave. Hoping he could take refuge at his best friend's place, he had called a taxi but as soon as the driver heard Jackson had no money with him, the driver kicked him out as well, cursing loudly and driving off again. He successfully left Jackson standing alone in the middle of the streets with his suitcase.

Maybe it was actually for the better that Jackson couldn’t make it to his friend’s place. Even though he loved Bambam and always threw parties with him, living together was a completely different level though. He remembered how they had been on a vacation together and were supposed to go out but it took Bambam hours to decide what pair of shoes he wanted to wear. 

Of course Jackson hoped it would only last a few days until his father would calm down and ask for his son to return but Jackson couldn’t be sure of that. Never before had he seen that look in his father’s eyes and he didn’t want to admit it but it scared him. It scared him enough to worry his father might stay stubborn and reject his own son for a while. 

Jackson sighed and noticed only now that he had no clue where he actually was, never having been in this part of the town before. With an annoyed click of his tongue he pulled his phone out of a pocket about to check his location when the minute he turned the screen on his phone decided to die in his hands.

This wasn’t the way Jackson had planned his Saturday night to go. He cursed under his breath and rubbed one hand over his face, tiredly searching for a solution for the predicament he was in.

That was the moment he heard someone humming quietly, accompanied with steps that halted every other second.

Jackson turned around, his eyes jumping around the area desperately searching for the source of the sound. He didn’t think someone else would be out during this late hour. He had already feared that he had to stay on the streets for a night until he could ask someone where a nearby hotel was located. 

A shimmer of hope bloomed inside of his chest when his eyes finally found the person responsible for the humming. He watched how they pinned something against a post and then turned to walk down another street.

Jackson called out but didn’t receive any reaction. With a huff he grabbed the handle of his suitcase and hurried to the post, wanting to see where the person was walking before actually following them. 

His gaze wandered to the slip that was pinned on the post, seeing the large words “roommate wanted” at the top of it. Jackson skimmed over the information and stopped at the name on the bottom. “Y/N”, he mumbled and ripped the piece of paper off from the post, looking over the details once more even though the only thing he cared about right now was the fact there was an available room for him, which would hopefully be a lot more comfortable for him than a simple hotel room. He grabbed his suitcase again and hurried after you, his gaze never leaving your form.

You wore some dark pants, simple sneakers and a hoodie that was too large on your form and could have counted as a dress as the hem of it ended mid thigh. The closer Jackson got the more details he could see, noticing the large headphones you were wearing and preventing you from hearing his call. He also noticed something poking out between your lips, thinking it was a cigarette at first, but after you pinned another paper against a board and looked at it in thought you grabbed the thin stick and pulled a lollipop out of your mouth, tapping the sweet sugary marble against your lips.

When you turned around you flinched slightly and stared with wide eyes towards Jackson, quickly pulling your headphones down. You pressed a hand against your chest and exhaled loudly. “Gosh, you scared me”, you mumbled around your lollipop.

Jackson tilted his head and mustered you closely - from the relieved grin and breathless giggle to your nervous shuffling with your feet.

“Can I help you?”

He saw how you glanced at his suitcase before you looked back up to his face, waiting with a curious glint in your eyes for his answer.

“You’re looking for a roommate.”

“Huh?” You raised both your eyebrows before understanding dawned upon your face. “Ah, yeah. My last one moved to another town and the rent is a little too high for just one person.” You laughed lightly and tugged a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You don’t have to look anymore.” Jackson stated, observing your reaction. “Your new roommate is standing right in front of you.”

He watched you blinking rapidly and staring blankly back at him. A sigh escaped his lips and Jackson had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes. “I want that room. Can we go there now? I am kind of tired and would like to rest.”

“Huh?”

This time Jackson rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Do I need to explain this to you in a way a commoner may understand? I want that room and I want it now.”

“You don’t want to check it first if it’s to your liking?”

“No.”

Once again you blinked, slightly overwhelmed by the situation and the attitude from the man in front of you. “If you’re sure, fine with me”, you smiled and led the way, trying to make light conversation with him.

Jackson mostly ignored what you were saying, only humming every now and then, while he walked alongside you through the empty streets. It seemed like a rather quiet area, with a large park on one side where only a few street lamps illuminated the greenery. On the other side one apartment complex after the other appeared within Jackson’s view.

“Here we are”, you smiled and pulled your lollipop out of your mouth. “It’s not much but it’s home.” You opened the door to an apartment complex and waited for Jackson to get inside as well.

He followed you silently, a small sneer on his face at the interior that greeted him inside. The only thing he could think of was prison, as the stale walls and absolutely no furniture didn’t appear very welcoming.

The elevator wasn’t much better. It slightly wobbled while it moved the both of you upwards and Jackson already feared he would get stuck inside of it one day.

The elevator came to a halt on the second floor and you stepped out, guiding Jackson through a narrow hallway. He saw a bunch of doors and wondered if you just brought him to the room before you would go to your own as he couldn’t fathom why else you passed so many doors without saying a word.

At last you pulled a key out of your pocket and opened a door. You turned on the light and walked further inside, throwing your shoes into a shelf.

Jackson frowned as he saw another hallway - a shorter one this time. He watched your retreating back, waiting for you to return and tell him where his room was supposed to be.

“Come, get inside”, you called over your shoulder and disappeared around a corner.

He could hear you rummaging through some things while he slowly walked inside, closing the door behind him. Jackson put his shoes next to yours and followed you inside. 

The frown was still present on his face as he walked through the smaller hallway. He observed everything closely - the paintings on the wall, a small bathroom that was slightly hidden behind another door and a closed door with a colourful sign stuck to it. Jackson didn’t want to call this area messy but it was nothing compared to what he was used to. His home had been neat and clean with nothing personal lying around. Meanwhile here he could see a lot of personal things wherever his gaze landed on.

“My previous roommate left all their furniture in the room, saying they wouldn’t need it anymore. If you don’t like it, we can throw it out tomorrow”, you started to say once Jackson appeared within your sight again, “I think we can do everything else tomorrow as well. It is pretty late after all and you said you’re tired, right?”

Jackson stared at you blankly as if he was waiting for something else.

You blinked a few times and quickly gestured towards the open room. “This would be your room. Do you want to check something else or is it okay for you to wait until tomorrow?”

Jackson only grunted and walked into the small room. He shut the door behind him immediately, to give him the privacy to inspect the room. One glance around and Jackson knew this room wasn’t even half as big as his old closet.

A scoff escaped his lips as he walked further into the room, turning around his own axis. How could anyone live like this, he wondered, these conditions felt almost inhumane. Jackson wished his father would reach out to him soon. He couldn’t and most importantly didn’t want to live like this.

To his dismay his father didn’t reach out to him. Instead you kept pestering him about the contract and the lease. Even after he signed the contract and shoved it right back into your chest - same with a cheque - you made several attempts to talk about it again.

Jackson couldn’t care less about any of that. The only thing on his mind was the fight with his father. He had called his mother two days after he arrived at your place, only to be met with disappointment.

“Jackson, where are you? I called Bambam and he said you didn’t show up at his place!” The voice of his mother was full of worry and he could basically see the tears welling up in her eyes and her lip quivering.

“I found another place to stay at.” Jackson mumbled and looked once again around the small room, feeling almost trapped inside the tiny space. 

“Are you alright?

“What do you think?” Jackson snapped and rubbed one hand over his face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to”, he sighed deeply and closed his eyes, trying to regain his composure.

“Oh my poor, poor baby.”

Before Jackson could ease the mind of his mother, he heard some voices in the background. A frown appeared on his face when he recognised the voice of his father.

“Who are you talking to? Is that Jackson?”

His mother couldn’t answer, instead Jackson heard her protest and her voice grew distant over the speaker.

“Jackson?”

“Father.”

“You are not welcome. Neither in presence nor over the phone. Do not call again.” His father hissed angrily.

“I know I messed up, okay? And I’m sorry, father.” 

For a moment it was silent and a glimmer of hope sparked in Jackson’s chest. He hoped his father would accept his apology and let him come home again. Jackson wished to have his old room again - or at least a room that was as big as the whole apartment here.

“As far as I know”, his father paused and sighed, “I don’t have a son.”

The last thing Jackson heard was the outcry from his mother before the line went dead. He blinked a few times, feeling tears getting caught in his eyelashes. He swallowed harshly, trying to process the last sentence that kept repeating itself inside of his mind.

That same night Jackson pulled out his priced Whiskey from his luggage, hoping to drown out the echo of his father’s voice with some alcohol. At least with the numbness spreading through his body and clouding his mind he was able to tolerate his current situation.

He wasn’t able to get in contact with his mother again after that. Most likely because his number has been blocked by his father. Jackson missed his mother and his home, the comfort he had there. Now he had nothing that comforted him - besides his alcohol.

But even the alcohol didn’t help drowning out the presence of the other person within this apartment. 

Weeks passed and Jackson continued to ignore your presence to the best of his abilities. He left the room when you entered, locked himself inside of his own room or turned up the music so you couldn’t talk to him - even though he noticed you didn’t even try anymore. Not that your glances of pity were any better.

The only positive thing Jackson could think of was the fact you barely stayed at the apartment. He heard you leaving early in the morning whenever another nightmare had woken him up and prevented him from falling asleep again. Slowly but surely he could remember your schedule - not just from the times you came and go, but also because he listened to some of your phone calls in the kitchen where you whined about your several jobs -  and knew when to avoid being outside of his room.

At least he thought he knew your schedule by now. 

As he thought you’d be out until the late hours of the night, Jackson had caved to Bambam’s begging and constant phone terror. Surely he would have preferred to meet Bambam in a restaurant but the younger man insisted on visiting him at his new home. 

Though Jackson wouldn’t call this his home. It didn’t feel like home. There was nothing that belonged to him or showed he lived there as well. He didn’t even unpack his luggage except for his Whiskey, which he promptly placed on the couch table with two glasses he had found.

“It’s good to see you, man!” Bambam greeted him boisterously when he arrived and pushed himself past Jackson, immediately taking everything he saw in. “Never thought you’d live in a place like this. How are you even alive, man?”

Jackson didn’t answer and simply sat down on the couch, filling both glasses up with the alcohol. He downed his own glass and refilled it before he offered the second glass to his friend, who merrily continued talking. Some things didn’t change and Bambam being able to distract him from his misery was one of the things.

Jackson leaned back and nursed the glass of alcohol in his hand while he listened with a content expression, watching Bambam avidly moving his hands as he retold some party he had gone to.

He had no idea how long the both of them had been talking but when his eyes shifted to the corner of the living room, he noticed you standing there with a confused expression. Jackson immediately tensed, notifying Bambam about your presence.

Bambam turned his head and locked eyes with you. His plump lips stretched into a wide smile. “Hello beautiful!”

Jackson saw you frown and shortly glanced down at your attire. He could guess you questioned whether you actually looked beautiful and not like some sort of sleep-deprived zombie.

“I’m Bambam! Jackson’s best friend. I’m so glad you took him in! You have no idea how worried I was when he didn’t arrive at my place that night and I just couldn’t reach him.” Bambam patted on the couch right next to him, inviting you to join their little conversation. “It took ages for me to convince Jackson to invite me! Can you believe it? During all these months he refused to invite me, telling me it wasn’t my standard.” Bambam shot a dirty look towards Jackson and clicked his tongue before he turned with the same wide grin back to you. “I think your tiny apartment is very charming. It definitely shows your own style.”

You simply nodded while Jackson rolled his eyes at Bambam’s antics, knowing full well he loved being overly dramatic.

“Beautiful, you should join us. We just talked about the latest gossip. Maybe it would be really fun to hear your opinion over a cup of tea?”

Jackson tensed and glared at Bambam. He desperately wanted to cuss at his friend and tell him to shut up, instead he only gritted his teeth and turned his attention to your form. 

“Thank you for the invitation”, you said softly, trying to smile as sincere as possible, “I can make you two a cup of tea but I can’t join you two. I wanted to go job hunting since I have a day off.”

Jackson frowned upon hearing your answer, his initial glare vanishing from his features. On one hand he felt relieved you weren’t joining the conversation. On the other hand your reasoning confused him. If he remembered it correctly you already had two main jobs next to your college classes and the additional dog walking you just took on a week ago. There was no way you could add another job.

You excused yourself and walked into the kitchen, preparing the two cups of tea and leaving the two men somewhat alone again.

“Didn’t you just say she already works several jobs?” Bambam leaned over the couch as he whispered to his friend, keeping you in his sight out of the corner of his eye.

“I did.”

“Why would she search for another one then?”

Jackson shrugged with his shoulders. “Beats me.”

“Don’t you two talk with each other?” Bambam fully turned to Jackson, eyeing him with a glint of suspicion in his eyes. “You really shut everyone out, huh?”

“She’s a stranger. I didn’t shut her out.”

“This woman is your roommate. And even though I don’t understand their world completely, I know that roommates are supposed to communicate with each other. In some dramas they even work together and share tasks and help each other out.” Bambam sighed dreamily, drifting off into the world of his dramas.

“I gave her a check. That should be more than enough help.” Jackson grunted and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Bambam’s words stung unexpectedly and it bugged Jackson more than he wanted to admit.

“Is the check even decked? I would have thought your father cut every tie between you and your family. Especially the money tie.”

Jackson tensed again, dread filling his body like a darkness covering his whole being. It clawed at his throat, creating a big lump inside of it to restrict Jackson’s breathing. His hands felt clammy out of nowhere and he desperately tried to wipe them dry on his pants again, placing his now empty glass back on the table.

“Maybe you should start talking with her”, Bambam hissed before he straightened again and smiled at your returning form. “You’re such a thoughtful host, beautiful.” 

Jackson watched you place the two cups on the table, hesitating momentarily as you noticed the whiskey on it. For a split second your gaze met his but you quickly diverted it again, smiling awkwardly and saying your goodbye before you left the living room. 

Only after Jackson heard the click of the door to your room did he look back at Bambam, a small pout forming on his lips. “How am I supposed to talk to her?”

“You could have started with a simple thank you just now instead of glaring at her like she is the evil in personification, man.” Bambam snickered softly and shook his head, ignoring Jackson’s prominent pout. “How do you normally start talking to others?”

Jackson slumped down on the couch, arms still crossed over his chest. “I don’t. People know who I am, they flock around me and start talking. Mostly trying to impress me and I simply tolerate their presence.”

Bambam snickered again. “You gotta work on that, man.”

And Jackson tried working on it but it never got past a short greeting and a quick goodbye. The fact you barely stayed at the apartment, now turned out to be a burden more than a blessing. The rare moments you were in the kitchen, nursing a cup of tea while working on some stuff for your college courses, got quickly interrupted by your phone buzzing obnoxiously.

Jackson mostly just stood in the doorway, desperately trying to find something he could say besides the simple ‘hey’. Though the second he mustered the courage to ask you, your phone buzzed and you excused yourself, telling him work was calling before you dismissed yourself into your room.

More times passed and Jackson grew more and more frustrated. How could it be that complicated to hold one conversation? He even tried waiting for you but you would only prepare your cup of tea silently in his presence - not initiating a conversation at all.

When Jackson complained towards Bambam about it, lying on the mattress and staring up at the white-ish ceiling, he was met with laughter. “At least one of us is having fun”, he grumbled into the phone and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Who would have thought that the infamous Jackson Wang isn’t able to talk to his roommate?”

“I tried, man, I tried.”

“Jacks, my man, it’s alright”, Bambam reassured him, barely suppressing the giggling in his voice, “you just need to blow off some steam. Let me send you a number. They will redirect you to one of their workers, who will help you to have a good time. All anonymous. You can even practise your conversation skills.”

“Fine.” Jackson placed his arm over his eyes, sulking about the fact that Bambam’s solution wasn’t really a solution for his problem. Yet, he might get a clear head from this and find a real solution afterwards.

Bambam immediately sent him the phone number after they cut the phone call, adding a dozen of suggestive smileys in the message as well as a small payment so Jackson could use the service.

Jackson stared at the number, his thumb hovering over the call button. His eyes wandered to the digital clock on the nightstand, showing it was close to midnight. He cursed under his breath and pressed the button, holding the phone to his ear as he waited with baited breath.

“Secret phone call, anonymous and discreet, how can I help you?” The sultry voice of a woman greeted him, waiting patiently for Jackson to answer.

Once everything was sorted out the woman explained the system of the Secret phone call company. “I’ll connect you with one of our girls now. After you two are done, she will send you a message, offering you to become her future customer. If you don’t want that, simply call this number again and we will find you a new sweetheart.”

It rang one, two, three times before the call got reconnected. “Hey”, a soft voice spoke into the phone, “you can call me baby. I’ll be your girl for as long as you want me. How can I call you?”

Jackson’s breath hitched. The voice felt familiar but he couldn’t put a finger on it. “Uhm”, he hesitated, feeling he shouldn’t say his real name. “I’m, well, you can call me, uhm.”

The soft giggle on the other end of the line made Jackson’s heart do summersaults inside his chest. “Maybe we can figure that out while we talk? What would you like to do today?”

“A friend of mine said I should blow off some steam”, Jackson grumbled, pout prominent in his tone. 

“Awe, such a thoughtful friend. Are you having a hard time?” 

Jackson swallowed harshly. He wasn’t sure whether the question was intended to have a double meaning or not. “The worst”, he answered, keeping it casual - despite his free hand wandering down to his crotch. Something about that soft voice made his dick twitch.

“How can I help you to feel better?” 

“Fuck”, Jackson exhaled slowly, picturing he wasn’t alone in this room anymore. 

“Would it help you if I massaged your shoulders?”

Jackson hummed softly. “Only if you straddle my lap while doing so.” 

“I- I can do that.”

Jackson pressed his palm down on his hardening cock, imagining the woman on the other side of the line sitting on his lap now. She sounded so innocent with her questions and that sweet, sweet voice. Feeling bold due to the anonymity, Jackson spoke up again: “Would you unbutton my shirt for me, baby?”

He heard the shaky inhale, before she agreed. Jackson quickly unbuttoned his own shirt, brushing it away from his chest. The cool air hit his skin and sent small shivers throughout his body. 

“Is there any-anything else I could help you with so you can relax?” 

“Would you undress for me, baby?” Jackson bit on his lower lip, eyes sealed shut as he imagined a body to the voice, slowly stripping above him. He intently listened to the rustling of fabric until it got silent. “Did you only take off your shirt?”

“Ye-yes”, the voice admitted hesitantly, “but I didn’t wear a bra or pants. So- so I’m only in my panties now.”

“Shit”, Jackson cursed and quickly fumbled with his pants, pushing his free hand down and into his boxers. “You’re too adorable, baby.” He grabbed his dick and pulled it out, pumping himself several times. “Do you have another idea that might help me relax?” By now Jackson just needed to hear that soft voice, he wanted to hear soft whimpers and shaky breaths while he pictured fucking her.

“Would rocking my hips help?” 

“Yes, baby, definitely”, Jackson sighed, gripping his shaft a little tighter. “Can you touch yourself? Pretending you’re rocking on my hard dick?” Jackson’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when he heard the soft whimpers on the other side of the line. “That’s it baby, you’re being so good for me.”

Soon enough Jackson came over his own stomach, squeezing his cock empty with every spurt. He inhaled deeply before he leaned on his elbows and looked down at his chest and lower stomach. White strings of cum painted his upper body. “You created quite the mess, baby”, he chuckled and dropped back on the mattress, quietly listening to the fast breathing.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be”, Jackson quickly spoke into the phone, “I, uhm, I actually enjoyed this. Thank you.”

A soft laugh came through the phone. “I’m glad, I liked it too.” 

“Yeah?” Jackson piped up, staring up at the ceiling again. “Could we do this again? Tomorrow, same time?”

“Of course.”

“Great! Well, uhm, I guess I should hang up now.” Jackson laughed awkwardly. “I still have to clean up a little.”

The soft laugh and quiet goodbye were the last things Jackson heard before he cut the call, dropping his arm and phone onto the mattress. He stared at the ceiling, mind still racing with thoughts about what just happened. 

He conversed with a person, who didn’t know who he was. Kinda conversed. At least he talked with somebody. Jackson had to admit, it felt nice speaking to someone, who didn’t immediately judge him.

While Jackson continued to call the number and talk with Baby nearly every night, he made little to no progress with you. And knowing the payment from Bambam wouldn’t last forever let his mood plummet even more. He needed his dad to forgive him.

Jackson curled into himself on the mattress and grabbed his phone, dialling the number like second nature. “Hey baby”, he whispered once the call connected.

“Hey”, her strangled voice greeted him.

Jackson piped up immediately, sitting on his bed now with a deep frown. “What happened?” He heard the soft sniffles on the other side of the phone, pressing for an answer.

“Nothing really. We should focus on you anyway.”

Part of Jackson knew his past self would have done exactly that but over the time he had talked to this soft voice he had developed feelings. So now he wouldn’t simply dismiss her condition. 

He heard a choked laugh followed by more sniffles. “It’s just” - a deep sigh - “I’m not cut out for this job.”

“Why not? You’re doing amazing!”

She laughed again, less choked up this time. “You’re the only one that thinks so. I just got yelled at by some geezer because I wasn’t moaning loud enough for him.” Jackson heard the soft hiccup, realising she actually cried. “I never wanted to do this job but without it I can’t earn enough money.”

“I can pay you”, Jackson blurted out - realising a second too late that he had no means to actually do that. He cursed himself for not thinking before speaking.

“I couldn’t ask that from you. I just - I just need to endure this a little longer.”

Jackson wanted to say something, wanted to cheer her up again but for once he didn’t know what to say to her. The worry about money and jobs faintly reminded him of you and a pang of guilt hit his stomach.

“You didn’t sound so chipper either. What’s on your mind?”

“A lot”, Jackson admitted as he laid down on the mattress again. “My father kicked me out of my home and I haven’t been in contact with my family ever since.” He sighed deeply. “I miss my mom.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that. Is there a way for your father to reconsider?”

Jackson scoffed and shook his head. “Probably not. This stubborn old man doesn’t even consider me as his son anymore. All that because I drove his car into the pool during a party.”

“You what?” Jackson heard the shocked inhale, followed by a disbelieving chuckle. “Oh wow, my parents would have buried me alive.”

“It wasn’t even his favourite car.” Jackson pouted momentarily before a small smile stretched over his lips. 

“Oh, I see”, her tone became teasing, “then it isn’t that bad.”

“Right?” 

She laughed softly and Jackson could imagine her shaking her head at him. “Did you ever consider that your dad wants you to take responsibility for your actions?”

“How should I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe work diligently instead of partying and driving cars into pools.” She giggled lightly. “Or are you asking how to take responsibility?”

Jackson grinned into the darkness of his room. “Maybe”, he whispered, “Is there a way to train it?”

“Maybe”, she whispered back, her breath hitching softly. “Would you take responsibility for my heart pounding so quickly whenever I talk to you?” 

Jackson exhaled loudly, barely able to contain the excitement coursing through his whole body. “So you’re saying I’m responsible for that, baby?”

“Yes.”

The answer wasn’t more than a breath but that was enough to make his own heart flutter like crazy. “And how should I take responsibility for that?” 

“I don’t know”, she giggled quietly and Jackson knew she played coy. 

“How about making you feel really good tonight? Would you like that, baby?” Upon hearing her soft hum Jackson continued speaking. He guided you with his words, telling you exactly what you should do.

It started from stripping down, to twisting and pinching the nipples down to playing with that sweet little pussy. 

Jackson stroked himself lazily, more focused on her moans and irregular breaths. If he concentrated enough, he could even hear the lewd noises created by her slicked fingers going in and out of her core. “That’s it, baby”, he exhaled slowly. “Try curling your fingers now whenever you push them deep inside.”

The high pitched whine he received afterwards was everything to Jackson. “That’s it, keep doing that and right when it feels like too much, cum.”

Her whimpers quickened and turned desperate, while the lewd noises got louder. She choked on thin air, followed by a long moan. “Fuck me”, she whispered after a few moments, slowly coming down from her high.

“Next time”, Jackson teased, finishing his own pleasure with a few more strokes. He cleaned himself up and dropped back down on the mattress, silently listening to her cleaning up as well.

“Do you think my father would forgive me when I pay the repair costs of the car?” Jackson dreaded the end of the phone call, fearing he would feel as worthless and unimportant again. 

“I’m not sure”, her soft voice sounded through the darkness, “but it would be a beginning. Either way I’m cheering for you.”

Jackson grinned, feeling how his heart eased down again. “Thank you.” He placed one of his hands over his chest. “Your words really cheer me up.”

“I’m your girl for as long as you want me.”

‘I’ll always want you.’ That’s what Jackson thought but he was too afraid saying these words out loud. At least not yet. “I’ll let my girl sleep for tonight now. And update you next time.” With that Jackson bid his goodbye and cut the call, staring for a moment longer up towards the ceiling. 

He needed a job to start turning things around.

“I need you to help me get a job”, Jackson blurted out the second he came into the kitchen the next morning, looking at you with determination in his eyes and completely forgetting to greet you first.

“Huh?”

Jackson rolled his eyes before he sat down on the opposite side from you. “You’re working several jobs, don’t you? Help me introduce myself to one of your bosses so I can work there too.”

You stared at him as if he had grown a second head. “I, uh, what?”

“I need a job and I’m asking for your help.” Jackson pursed his lips, how could you be so dense. 

“I guess you can join me at the café”, you wondered out loud, tapping your lips with the spoon in your hand. “The boss is constantly complaining about not having enough staff and I can’t take more shifts.”

“Great! Let’s do this!” 

You got assigned to ease Jackson into the job at the café. Jackson wasn’t too fond of that idea at first, not wanting to make a fool out of himself in front of you. Though your everlasting patience and easy to follow explanations helped him learn quickly.

Soon enough Jackson was able to take over shifts without your help until he almost worked full time at the café. 

Having the same job as you had some other perks as well. It made it easier to talk to you at the apartment when both of you were in the kitchen or living room. Even Bambam noticed the slight shift between you. 

“I got my first paycheck today”, Jackson mumbled into the phone, staring down at the piece of paper. The amount was nothing compared to what he was used to but it felt like so much more.

“That’s wonderful”, her soft voice resonated through his whole body. “What are you going to use it for?”

Jackson shrugged his shoulders, suddenly thinking of you. “I guess I’m using it for the right thing.” 

She giggled softly. “Sounds like you’re taking responsibility.”

“Am I?” Jackson chuckled lowly and shook his head. “Maybe I am.”

The very next day he confronted you in the kitchen again, handing you his paycheck. “For rent and stuff.”

You stared down at the check and then back up at him again. “All of it? You can’t be serious.”

“Lived here long enough without doing a thing”, Jackson mumbled and avoided looking at you. “I don’t have any other expenses for now. I want to take responsibility and help out. Though I might need some teaching for that.” 

You smiled at him, tilting your head a little. “I can do that”, you said softly as you placed your hand on his lower arm and squeezed it reassuringly.

Jackson stared at you, the ghost of your touch still on his arm. Something within his mind bugged him about this situation but he couldn’t put a finger on it, knowing he never experienced a situation like this before. His gaze dropped down to your lips and back up again, while his heart started pounding against his ribcage.

Was he just projecting or wishfully thinking - maybe even hoping - the voice that helped him so much all this time on the phone might be yours after all? He quickly shook his head before he nodded slowly and thanked you, going back into his room.

His heart nearly jumped out of his throat as he waited for the phone call to connect. Throughout the whole day he had been thinking about it and Jackson desperately needed to get that thought out of his head again. “Hey baby.”

“Hey, it’s good to hear you again”, her tone was light as she spoke. “You made me miss you.”

Jackson laughed quietly. “I called yesterday and we both know I can’t call during the day.”

“I still missed you.” 

“Oh, did my baby miss me? How can I make it up to you, hm?” Jackson teased as he palmed himself through his pants. “I have a feeling you’re a little desperate for me, aren’t you?”

She breathed shakily, her lust apparent even for Jackson on the other side of the line. 

“Tell me, baby, what do you want?”

“Want you.”

Jackson exhaled and threw his head back, pressing even harder down on his cock. “Oh baby”, he mumbled into the phone, his voice husky with lust. “Do me a favour and play with yourself. Don’t push your fingers in though. Not yet at least.” He groaned upon hearing the soft whimpers, his own hand quickly going into his pants as well. Jackson closed his eyes, fully emerging into this little fantasy. “Shit, I love those tiny moans and whimpers. You’re driving me crazy, Y/N.”

“Fuck, Jackson, please.”

Jackson stilled, his eyes wide open. “What?” The line went eerily silent and before he could say anything else the call got cut.

He barely noticed how he dropped his phone, his body moving on autopilot as he burst into your room. Jackson stared at you, sitting in the corner of your bed, one hand clutched over your mouth and eyes widened in shock.

You ever so slowly pulled your hand away from your lips. “I’m so sorry…”

Jackson quickly crossed the distance between you two, leaning on the bed with one knee and grabbing your face so he could pull you into a deep kiss.

You yelped in surprise but it got drowned out by his lips crashing against yours. Your hands held onto his shirt, unconsciously pulling Jackson closer against your form. 

Only when the both of you needed air did you separate, panting heavily. Jackson caressed your cheek with his thumb, his gaze jumping between your eyes. “I wanted to do that for so long.” He kissed you again. Now with less force. Instead Jackson took his time exploring you and your needs with that kiss, moving you around the bed until you were flat on your back and he hovered above you.

Jackson kissed down your jawline and your neck, murmuring sweet promises against your skin. One of his hands wandered downwards along your side, playing with the hem of your shirt where his knuckles brushed over your bare stomach every now and then. 

You reacted so well to Jackson’s soft ministrations, writhing, moaning and whimpering underneath him. “You should quit that job”, he whispered, pushing your shirt up to reveal your stomach. He littered the bare skin with kisses, his thumbs brushing against the underside of your boobs. “Those geezers don’t deserve you, don’t deserve hearing you.”

You groaned and arched your back, pleading for him to touch you. With swift hands you shimmied out of your shirt and pants, being almost completely naked underneath him.

Jackson leaned down and kissed your breasts - even nipped at your perked nipples gently. “I can’t believe you were this close all the time.” He groaned from the lust building inside of him. “You helped me all this time, brightened my otherwise dull day.” Jackson placed his hands on your knees and pushed your legs apart, positioning himself between them. “Let me repay you for that, love. What do you want?”

“Want you”, you breathed out, gaze clouded with desire. “Please, I want you.”

Jackson cursed and nearly ripped your panties off. He inhaled your sweet scent, groaning with want, as he pushed his tongue between your folds. 

You wanted to shut your legs but Jackson easily held them open, continuing to fuck you with his tongue. Your choked gasps of pleasure turned into moans and whining as he started circling your nub with his thumb.  “Oh, Jackson, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, please.”

“What do you need, love?” He asked without moving away from your core, continuing to pleasure you while he waited for your answer. “You’re so wet for me and you taste so incredibly sweet.”

“Please, Jackson, please”, you threw your head back, quivering under his touch, “I need your cock, please. Please, fuck me.”

Once again Jackson cursed and pushed himself away, smirking upon hearing your disappointed whining. He discarded his own clothes as fast as possible, not paying attention to where he threw them, and crawled back over you. He lowered his hips, rubbing his thick shaft along your folds until it was covered in your wetness.

With one hand Jackson aligned the head of his cock with your entrance, carefully pushing into you. “So fucking tight”, he grunted, his own pleasure spiking up like crazy. After he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, Jackson leaned down and kissed you. He brushed a few strands of hair out of your face and simply admired the sight underneath him. “Shit, you’re gorgeous.”

Your walls clenched around his shaft, making Jackson groan from the sensation. “Please fuck me”, you mumbled softly, running your fingers through his hair. 

“With pleasure.” Jackson pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained inside you, just to slam his whole length back into you. He pumped into you over and over again, eliciting one sweet sound from you after another. 

Jackson felt your walls clenching around his dick, keeping it in a vice grip. The second you screamed his name and spasmed underneath him, Jackson pulled out. He rubbed your nub with his thumb while he pumped his hard cock until his seed spurted out and painted your stomach white.

Breathing heavily Jackson got up and grabbed some tissues from your desk, coming back and cleaning you up. Afterwards he plopped down next to you, wrapping an arm around your middle and pulling you close.

“Jackson?” You asked hesitantly, turning in his hold until you looked at him. “What does this mean for us now?”

“Like I said, hopefully you quit that job. I don’t think I could share you any longer.” He grinned lovingly and kissed your forehead, the grin getting even wider when you giggled. “I’ll do anything to hear you laugh, love.”

“You were the only one keeping me there.”

Jackson growled playfully and nipped at your neck. “You have me here now.”

“Even if your dad forgives you?”

“Even then. Just be prepared for my mom to come over at any given time.” He laughed lightly and kissed you again. “But until that happens it’s only the two of us.”

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[iluvlisa-m]

― BASICS

STAGE NAME :: Julie

BIRTH NAME :: Juliet Zhang

NICKNAMES:: zuzu,Liz,juji,jules,chewy,blackpink’s ace,diamond maknae,barbie,yg’s jewel,baby tiger

BIRTHDAY:: ——— august 21st,1998

ZODIAC:: leo

BIRTHPLACE :: ——— bern, Switzerland

NATIONALITY ::——— taiwanese-japanese

LANGUAGES :: german,japanese,mandarin,french,korean,english

― PHYSICAL

FACECLAIM :: Chou Tzuyu

HEIGHT :: 172 cm (5’8”)

WEIGHT :: 45kg (99lbs)

BLOOD TYPE :: A

― CAREER

LABEL :: YG Ent.

GROUP :: BLACKPINK

POSITIONS:: — main vocalist,sub-rapper,lead dancer,center,maknae

INSTAGRAM:: — julietoyourromeo

TRAINEE :: 5 years

DEBUT :: August 8, 2018

― JULIE FACTS

daughter of taiwanese father and japanese mother.

she’s very close with her older sister abby.julie remembers that when she was leaving for korea ,her sister was the most crybaby,even more than their mother.

her dad is a famous five-star general for taiwan & her mom owns a coffee shop that turns into a bar at night in switzerland.

her grandparents (father’s part) are extremely known in taiwan for their technology company,while from her mother have a clothing brand.

comes from a considerably wealthy family.

she trained for almost five years,since the last months of 2011/first few months 2012,when she was only thirteen.

the first member she became friends was jennie. julie still nowadays is her biggest fan & will defend her with everything she got

she participated in some competitions in switzerland, japan and taiwan before auditioning.

trained at yg and jyp at the same time, being an investment of both companies.

julie, momo, mina and sana are very close and always hang out together, for their japanese nationality. the fandoms love the interactions and call them the 'j-line' or 'j-besties'.

before and even after blackpink's debut, the cutest thing for blinks and ahgases was both lisa and bambam being julie's thai teachers.

she is oficially the tallest member of blackpink.

she completely hates insects.

julie can't express her feelings very well with spoken-words.

she loves chocolates.

her favorite fruits are berries.

hates popular reality shows.

Julie loves vlogging and making covers however she doesn’t do them often because she always forgets.

she got the nickname 'ice princess' for being quiet and always maintaining a poker face, that being at awards shows or even when everyone's joking around. although it's just because she's introverted, very shy and prefers to stay in her corner, especially with people who don't know her deeply, like her members.

obsessed with ariana grande.

[feuqueerfire]

23.5 Eps 9 - 12 Live Blogging

well... I started watching an on-air show after a long time (February 2023 Never Let Me Go, I'm not counting Our Skyy 2) and I really just binged the first 8 episodes and fell off lol. Interestingly, I also had to binge the last 4 eps of NLMG because I stopped keeping up weekly after ep 8 (though I did watch eps 4 - 8 on a weekly basis before that).

Anyway, I wasn't feeling a Need to come back to this show because I found the resolution to Ongsa-Earth underwhelming and the reaction I've seen to these last few episodes has also been middling, so hmm idk. I'm also just not in the mood for high school shows right now (I Will Knock You is also on-hold rip), so it feels a bit unfair to this show to watch it when I'm not in the mood but what can you do? I don't want to leave it hanging even after the show ends.

Ep 9: When The Earth Tilts (May 22/23)

9-1

aughhh I really don't know if I should make myself just watch this or not because they're being cute but I just... kinda don't care. I'm indeed in the mood for something more dramatic but I also think I'm just apathetic toward them the way I became toward Akk and Ayan as soon as The Eclipse finished airing and also to Palm and Nueng toward the end of the show (although I loveeee Palm and Nueng now after some time has passed, so maybe that'll be the case here too?)

the introduction of the exchange program

Oh, dad and Ongsa just moved to Bangkok and they're getting to live as a full family, so I guess Alpha and mom lived here before

Aw, Aylin interacting with them and forcing her mouth to do smiles to try to fit in/communicate with human family

I... watched 10 mins the whole day, rip

am I being unnecessarily harsh on this show or does the conversation not seem... natural between Onsga and Sun like it's just a bike riding scene and it should be fine but why am I just like... this isn't how people talk.

at first I was like nooo Ayling shouldn't need to put on makeup to fit in the way she was trying at lunch with Alpha and Ongsa but it's cute if she wants to do it herself before meeting with Luna heh

khun faen hehe

pls not the two pairs competing

9-2

aw, Teacher Nida and Bambam helping an insecure Alpha

9-3

chef Alpha omg

no more P'Ton flirting, we have progressed past the need for P'Ton flirting

Aylin basically pieing his face was so deserved, idc that Ton helped Ongsa and Sun or whatever, he's annoying

oh nooo my poor overwhelmed Aylin

9-4

1 year scholarship to America

and now the guilt of Alpha telling Sun to not leave Ongsa, oh no

is this their first I love you? I can't remember

ahhhh the towel scene + kisses

lol I know how the scene ends because of spoilers but I would've lost my damn mind while waiting if I didn't know lol

I wasn't really into it at the start of this ep but I liked it again by the end!

I didn't mind Luna asking Aylin to socialize more with her family because it's a fairly small step since she already spends time with them and I think it'd be good for Aylin to push herself a bit out of her comfort zone and realize the benefits of maintaining relationships but the stuff at the end was too much, like why must Aylin sit at the table for lunch with a bunch of Luna's friends when she already struggles with people? I hope Luna thinks it through more next ep and apologizes but I'm nervous that that won't be the case based on some fan reactions, though idk if that was to ep 9 or ep 10.

Ep 10: (May 23/24)

10-1

plss Alpha with the knife truly is so funny

ah, Sun's out to her parents + they know Ongsa's her gf but Ongsa didn't know they knew everything

...not keeping secrets

and vaguely hypothetically asking about distance and time

10-2

secrets plaguing Aylin and Sun

oh, Sun's telling Ongsa. and she hasn't even taken the test yet and doesn't know if they'll make it. honestly a pretty good time to get Ongsa, no misunderstandings or really much secrecy yet

10-3

Teacher Bambam and Nida lmfaooo Bambam reading all the tarot cards correctly but not picking up on them being about HER!!

I feel like we've been finally learning more about Sun these past 2 eps through this scholarship and her desire for it

DON'T GIVE UP SCHOLARSHIP AND EXCHANGE PROGRAM AND NEW EXCITING EXPERIENCE FOR THIS RANDOM HIGH SCHOOL RELATIONSHIP

not even TESTING for the scholarship?!?! girl pls

I went to bed and was supposed to watch the last part before going to sleep but I didn't feel like watching Sun out Ongsa (maybe? based on a bit of the Next Part teaser at the end) so I'm here the next morning

10-4

my Aylin !!! :(

but also like... is it that big of a reveal that Aylin was bullied? feels like More should've been said or explored here?

I'm gonna smack Ton

the teachers confession!! hehe

Ongsa's right to tell Sun to pursue her exchange program dreams

okay Sun's outing of Aylin was accidental and I'll give it a pass because she's a teenager who has grown up in a very accepting home and they're all out at school, so she didn't think before mentioning the 3rd wheeling thing

but she should realize that Ongsa's trying to steer the conversation away and back off

instead of confronting Ongsa and outing her in front of her parents and wtf is "so you're never gonna tell them about me?" why is 'never' coming up here? you've barely been dating bruh and haven't discussed anything. like she could've been upset at Ongsa for keeping her a secret without feeling the need to declare it in front of her parents when Ongsa doesn't want to come out

and then just Leaving and riding away on P'Sunny after doing all that?!?!?

I've seen that Ongsa's the one who has to apologize to Sun apparently and I don't want to watch that at all.

Ep 11: (May 24)

11-1

indeed you should've been mad at finding out Ongsa's Earth, would've made more sense than here.

NO MORE TON, ENOUGH

11-2

do I care about Tin and Mawin? I cared more earlier on in the show but now idk

why is there so much Ton, he and Charoen better not end up together like she literally does not like that man

I don't really get the 'you don't understand me at all' thing tbh

11-3

parental acceptance

another series mention of worrying about disappointing the parents

the thing is I just feel like coming out isn't only about "you worry too much about what others think" like that's not the same category as Ongsa not telling anybody about Sun and her dating because Sun's popular while she's not. It has more to do with possible pushback and violence from her own family where she didn't feel safe enough to come out. and i just don't like that coming out and being publicly with a girl is treated as the same thing as 'caring too much about other people'

and like make your home and environment a very explicitly queer-accepting space so that your daughter isn't so afraid of coming out to you and doesn't know what reaction to expect wtf

11-4

losing my entire mind at the Luna/Aylin scene, they're soooo cute, I'm soooo giddy hehehehehehe

Sun's parents at least telling her to not change for the one she loves

and Sun says sorry too

long-distance incoming, i'm guessing we'll get some time skip next ep

So close to the finale, finally

Ongsa sending Sun Hundreds of texts and going to her home at night is why. at least Sun called her out on the texts + acting unhinged publicly about the sun, but why have her go to Sun's house at night while Sun's explicitly ignoring her and knock and text and stuff. at least Alpha was taking her away but still. I'll overlook it (kinda how I still was so into PaiSky in Love In The Sky despite Pai's endless SIMs and calling) but it's been noted.

Ep 12: Promise Me... Sun (May 24)

It's a shame that my feeling is glad that I'm almost done rather than being sad about reaching the end.

12-1

Aylin, I freaking love youuuuuu, cutieeeeeee

12-2

terrible cook Ongsa, so true, same girl

12-3

the merch alien hat

at least we're not getting Ton with Cheroen

12-4

Grade 11... were they in grade 10 before?

the separation being in the literal last part is later than I expected

Aylin putting the Luna love note in her mouth hehehe

Nida/Bambam plssss lmfaoo

no! Ton and Charoen are not in love, leave her aloneeeeeeeeee

Aylin is such a trickster when it comes to getting kisses hehehehehehhe

no more glasses for Ongsa, I saw this on a Tumblr post and was like ?! >:(

reunited

Overall:

GMMTV's first GL and MilkLove's first full GL; I was super excited, especially after having watched MilkLove in Bad Buddy and the Magic of Zero special, which is why I started watching this on-air (thought I'd start it even earlier than ep 8 but didn't because of exams). So it's a shame that I feel so... nothing about the show, especially the main couple; I think Aylin/Luna is my fave ship in here. I think I also just wasn't much in the mood for a silly high school romance series right now, which isn't the show's fault but contributed to why I didn't feel the pull to continue watching the show. When I did watch it, it could get pretty cute though, I giggled/gushed a few times, especially about Luna and Aylin. The teachers' storyline was cute too, though barely there. Aylin was the MVP for sure.

Rating: 6/10

[peanutbutterthenjelly]

Just hear me out

King Tut=Felix

Everytime I see either, I think of the other.

And his dad

King Akhenaten = Bambam

Look at them.

My brain can't unsee

[lunarsun12]

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✧𝑷𝒂𝒑𝒂 - 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏✧

- Married to Lee Know (more on accident)

- Dad of the family

- Always Keep Lee Know in check, he has to restrain him due to the incident at I.N elementary school. Where he got in fight with a parent for calling his baby ugly

- The clockwork to this household, without Chan around. The house is mess or the kids ends up crying due to Lee Know punishments

- He has many idols friends, that even himself lost count but he always go with the flow. To avoid the other person being upset with him

✧𝑴𝒂𝒎𝒂 - 𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘✧

- Married to Chan (Also an accident)

- Dedicated Cat Dad, he has three cats if anyone miss their schedule. They will have to pay the price and that person was Changbin. He overslept as at the time he was sharing with Hyunjin

- Super protective over Felix and I.N, he always claims that someone is trying to steal them. (It is mainly Felix, as he is so loveable everyone wants to take him home)

- Have bit of anger issue, super scary when someone makes any of kids cry (he once barged into Ateez Dorm with a knife, when wooyoung kidnapped Felix)

- Claims, he doesn’t use the rest of the kids who lives with them as slaves excluding Felix and IN. As one time Hyunjin accidentally let it slipped that Lee Know never does the washing up

- He once made it onto the national geographic channel. Till this day he is confused how he got on there

✧𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏✧

- Before Chan got married he used to live with him and Han. They call themselves the 3racha

- When he got into adulthood, he moved as soon as possible. He hates to be around so many people

- Claims he is cool, but no one takes him seriously more like the opposite. People loves to clown him and even made a meme out him (it was seungmin who is responsible for princess binnie meme)

- What ever you do, never ever touches Binnie food. He will scream and fight anyone who laid their finger on his babies

- Loves to annoy his siblings and see their misfortunes as it is always him. Who gets to the unfortunate event

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- Sibling with Binnie

- Super hyper active, he loves to erm express himself with lots of strange noises. Which hyunjin has to tell Han to be quiet as he was making frog noises at 1am

- He hates to be locked up, poor Chan has his reason for locking him up. As he causes so much trouble when he is outside

- It took him a while to warm up to the new addition / Eomma to the household. He wouldn’t leave his room for a month until Chan has to bribe him

- He has this thing with new people coming over, one time BamBam was coming over to visit Chan. Poor BamBam was getting interrogated by Han, why he his here

- Shhh but don’t tell anyone, he is trying make his debut with Binnie and Chan as 3racha

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- He was the first to get adopted, he made a huge scene at the orphanage so he get adopted

- He loves his fashion and loves the expensive kind (Lee Know has too hide his bank cards as somehow he always manage to find it)

- Protective of I.N he always protect them if anyone makes fun of I.N at school

- Loves the drama, if there is drama involving his siblings he will get front row seat

- Did I mention, he is also the drama queen. Once Han accidentally made a tiny hole in his shirt, he screamed and acted like his life about to end

✧𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 - 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙✧

- Sunshine child

- Everyone loves him, who sets eyes on him. One time he was just chilling waiting for the bus to school. Jaemin from NCT took a liking to him and kidnapped Felix

- One of the innocent child, always helpful around the house and solving his sibling problems with a smile

- He also a known as the cuddle bug, he loves to cuddle his sibling when they feel blue

- Loves to bake especially his brownies. When he makes brownies, his siblings and parents lining to get the first piece

✧𝑭𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 - 𝑺𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏✧

- The quiet child, doesn’t like to talk to strangers as he saw how Felix went. He is determined strangers are dangerous

- Loves to bully Binnie

- Also another child, who is smart he basically got into university a year early as he finished with course the grade above him

- Despite his quiet nature, he has his sass side when someone annoys him and always managed to expose a secret to whoever annoyed him. As his revenge

- Oh ho, despite his calm nature on the outside. He has werid side, once Hyunjin caught him and Han were doing some strange dance. To help clear the bad spirits

✧𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚 - 𝑰.𝑵✧

- Known as Baby Bread

- Everyone in the family adores him! Even Lee Know can get soft on him

- He sticks to Felix like glue, as he finds rest of siblings either too werid or scary

- He also a savage, let’s say someone *coughs* Binnie was teasing him too much. I.N immediately said Binnie stole Felix las piece of brownie

- The rest of the family are in huge debate who is I.N favourite family member. Every time they asked him that, I.N replied everyone with his eye smile which no one believed him

[bambamtablets]

I'm at my dad's future gfs house and she let me use her drawing tablet so this is what I'm making so far

Also when u say to bambam she can't have ramen |

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