#happy yuri saturday sunday

[seldomsee]

I’m losing my mind look at what my phone suggests whenever I type “yu”

[orchidyoonkook]

To What We Were Before, And All The Things After | JJK | Ch. 8

Title: Photo Shoots and Blasphemous Discoveries

Pairing: Prince!College Student!JK x Fine Arts Major!(F)!Reader

Series Rating//Genre: (M) | College AU, Mild Royalty AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, S2F2L, Indiffernce to lovers, sloooowwww ass burn

Summary: You're just there to help JK with his final project, so why are you being doused in water, facepaint and smoke? Art. Art is why.

Warnings: T, language, fluff, angst, honestly this one's kinda wholesome and fun, some photogrpahy jargin in there, but nothing a quick google search can't fix if you really need to <3, it's mostly surface level jargin. Also the smoke machine works cuz JK has great ventilation due to the massive windows being open, so don't worry bout that XD, some light and fun name calling, some world building. Ask if you need clarification on anything. That's all I think!

Word Count: 11,684

Release Date: September 1, 2024. 4:30PM

A/N 1: Surprise! Happy JK Day.

Series: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven

PJK [7:36pm]: Saturday afternoon. my place. 11am.  PJK [7:36pm]: bring an extra set of clothes, something warm. Sweats if you have them. PJK [7:37pm]: also, Im gunna need your shirt size

The first three weeks of November have flown by and dragged on at the same time.

The weather’s getting colder. You need a thick jacket if you want to be anywhere outside, and all leaves have fallen from the trees, leaving pines the only ones left with their winter coats on. Hot chocolate from greenhouse cafe has become part of your life’s blood so you don’t freeze, and gloves with pocket warmers inside them are once again a part of your everyday. 

But November skies have returned. And you frequently set up camp on the drying grass beside the greenhouse, dressing your canvas with oil paint to their likeness as it’s the only paint that doesn’t dry the second it’s out of the tube in the cold, static air.

Jungkook told you earlier in the week the shoot would most likely be this weekend, and that he just had a few final strings to pull together before being able to confirm. So with that in mind, you intentionally tried to finish all your work before this weekend, knowing the shoot will take a while to complete.

He mentioned it may leak over into Sunday depending on how much you get done on the first day, which is fine with you considering you usually spend Sunday evenings at his place anyway. You’d consider it an extended edition of your regularly scheduled broadcast.

And speaking of regularly scheduled, you haven’t missed a single movie night since Nel left. Granted, it’s only been three weeks, but even missing the two you did because of Nel had made an impact. 

You’d gotten so used to them, having that time to destress and unwind before the week starts. A nice little routine that helps reset you both mentally and physically.

Suddenly not having that was…a weird feeling you try not to remember. 

And you are more than happy to never miss another one ever again.

You aren’t sure what Jungkook tells Adaline he’s doing during movie night, but she’s never interrupted you, not even once. And it’s something you are increasingly grateful for, because she is one of the things you destress from as your unspoken rivalry always amps up the closer to exam season you get.

It’s Thursday evening, and you’re in your room finishing up a Microeconomics 3 assignment while piano music plays on a speaker in the corner. You use it to help you focus, and it’s working its magic as you’re finishing your work in record time. 

Music has always helped you work better, and you credit it largely with how you’ve been able to keep up with everything in your schooling.

Yuri’s in her room, doing homework as well you assume. Or maybe texting Tai—the dreamy, big dicked Ilcalos island Count—you swear she’s only put her phone down for sleep and showering, as she’s constantly checking to see if he’s messaged her. And you hope it turns out well for them, Yuri deserves someone who treats her well. Especially after the whole Jungkook debacle—which you’re not allowed to bring up—and then the poor rebound you aren’t allowed to talk about either. You’re just happy she’s finally found someone worth her time.

Picking up your phone, you shoot Jungkook a text back.

You [7:40pm]: okay! saturday at 11 sounds good. I’ll bring sweats and warm socks

You message him your shirt size too, curious as to what he’ll use it for, but you’re sure you’ll find out in due time. You always do.

Subject to many of his homework assignments, you’ve been posed and lit and adjusted every which way. 

Jungkook is incredibly professional when you’re with him as a model. Light touches to correct posing, always with a ‘may I’ before he does, and he fills the room with kind words, good vibes, and fun music so you never feel awkward. 

At first you were really iffy on the whole idea when he first asked in September, because it would be the prince of your nation photographing little ol’ you. You weren’t anything special—yet—and you’re still never one for being in the spotlight, or for being on camera. At all. But if it was just for homework, and you were helping out a friend…you figured why not? 

It helped that all of your worries immediately faded when you saw the results of that first shoot.

An email from a very non-princely email address found its way into your inbox. The subject was the date of the shoot, and the only message inside being:

 thanks. Hope you like them. 

Let’s do it again sometime.

-J

When you opened the attachments you made a quick dive to catch the phone that fell from your hands in shock. 

You looked…beautiful. Like you never had in pictures before. Not in school, or at graduation, not even in the ones you took of yourself. 

You didn’t know you were capable of looking like that. 

Like how he saw you. Captured you. 

And you’ll never admit you’ve held your chin a little higher with every shoot since.

They make you feel powerful, attractive. More confident, and sure of yourself, as if you were always meant to be in front of a camera. Like you’d been in front of one since before you could walk.

They do that for you.

He…does that for you—with his pictures, of course.

Jungkook is very talented. Very skilled with his camera, and you find yourself looking forward to the concepts he comes up with every time. Trusting him and whatever his vision is wholeheartedly. 

Though a small, immature piece of you is also pleased he still wants you to model, and not Adaline. That he finds you easier to work with over her.

Your competitive streak never fails to come out, even with the smallest, secretive things.

Take that Adaline.

You gladly help him out with his homework, and he does the same for you. 

If you ever need a male reference or a profile study. Anatomy practice, features practice, likeness practice. Anything and almost everything, all you have to do is ask, and he sits still or places whatever you need in front of you while you sketch.

Hands, however, have always been a personal favourite of yours.

They’re one of those things that can be drawn a hundred different ways and never look the same. Always a new position you can put them in. Consistently able to shake things up. And one set is never like the others—like eyes. There’s little differences in all of them and that’s where their magic lies.

You do these studies at the greenhouse, it has the best light to shadow ratio. When you ask him for one, he’ll switch to working with one hand, while the other does whatever you tell it. Normally either placed on your table or if there isn’t enough room, which nine times out of ten there isn’t because of all your supplies, you stick your foot on the lower metal frame of his table and he rests his arm, wrist or palm on your up bent knee. 

Due to this, you’ve unintentionally come to find out that his hands are very strong, very calloused, and very, very warm…

Also! Aside from hand studies, you love loose figure studies because they’re great warm up sketches. And what Jungkook doesn't know is that you have dozens of warm up sketches of him. Doesn’t know you sneak pictures here and there when you can, hiding them in a hidden album on your phone entitled ‘hmwk screenshots.’ And he definitely doesn’t know that when he’s sitting at the cafe, nose deep in assignments, you doodle his features or his outfit in real time.

A nose here, a jacket there. A muscular forearm covered in tattoos also tends to find its way onto your page every so often.

He’s got a good physique. And the ridges make for excellent anatomy practice. So does the intricate line work of tattoos, and fabric rippling. Especially in drastic lighting. Consistency is key in maintaining and improving your work and it’s not like any of these sketches will ever see the light of day anyways. 

They’re just, well…practice. 

A sigh escapes you, and you refocus on finishing your microecon work. You still have two more assignments to get done before Saturday at eleven.

“And why are you working with some random girl when I’m available, again?” Adaline asks. She’s currently sitting on Jungkook's couch in your spot. He’s setting up tomorrow's materials against the big white wall by the floor length windows that showcase his balcony.

It’s why he chose to live here instead of in the dorms or on campus. His place isn’t enormous, like most people would think, it has enough room for everything a regular student needs: bedroom, kitchen, workspace, living room, bathroom, even a guest room. But the one thing he keeps different is the big white wall where a dining room would normally be. 

Jungkook’s place has high ceilings, 10 feet tall, which is higher than the average but not excessive. And the wall that connects his kitchen to the balcony is a perfect mock studio. He can even keep all his equipment there; lights, gels, backgrounds, tubs full of props, camera cases, lenses, and more all stored in neat shelving against another wall. 

“Because students volunteered for extra credit, and she’s who was assigned to me,” a small lie, one he was sure that Adaline wouldn’t dig into too deeply. 

“Why didn’t you tell me I could volunteer?”

“Because you didn’t need the extra credit?”

She pouts, and goes back to her phone.

Adaline also doesn’t know it’s you he’s photographing and that is one hundred percent intentionally planned by him. 

He could sense something between you two after you made that one comment after fall break. He notices now how you stiffen slightly every time he mentions Adaline, and the one time he mentioned you in passing to test the waters, Adaline changed the conversion topic almost immediately. A look of annoyance, or maybe even insecurity in her eyes.

So he’s been lucky that Adaline has never wanted to see any of his schoolwork prior to or after the singular shoot he did with her. 

Lucky she hasn’t seen your face fill up his screen constantly. 

And extremely lucky that she doesn’t know about the hidden folder buried deep in his desktop labeled ‘eqpmt rcpts’ filled with dozens of candid shots of you.

To be fair, you don’t know about them either. They’re random, shots taken every now and then where he thought you looked happy, focused, or just existing. True candids of the most candid person he knew.

It started that day with his first assignment from Professor Hirmer. He’d taken those quick pictures of you painting, and then simply never stopped. 

He has pictures of you in the courtyard, walking and talking to Yuri, you smiling. He has some he took on his phone when you’re over for movie night, invested in the film or talking to him. And a bunch of you painting at the greenhouse. It’s hard to take secret candids when he’s right beside you, but he manages seeing as you haven't caught him yet.

He even has a few of you and Nel, love clearly written on your face in every single one of them.

Whenever he spots you before you spot him, and he has his camera on him, he takes a couple. 

They’ve amassed into a healthy sum, but he thinks of it as a harmless habit as no one will ever know. And it’s not like he’s following you around to take them or using them for anything nefarious. 

He just likes taking your picture. Capturing your spirit, your candor. 

Your realness. 

You are wholly yourself, always, no holding back, all of the time. 

And to him, it feels like coming up for a breath of fresh air.

“Hey!” you say as you let yourself into Jungkook’s apartment. You’d knocked but no one answered and it was currently 10:56am on Saturday, so you knew he was here. Plus, his door was unlocked.

“Jungkook?” you call. 

No answer.

You take your shoes off after closing the door and locking it. He should really keep his door locked. 

Very quickly become best friends with the couch, you toss your backpack of warm clothes on the floor while you wait for him to make an appearance. 

There’s shoot equipment everywhere; lights in the corner, some with soft boxes on them, gels laid out on the coffee table, and what you’ve come to learn is a lens case sits on the couch beside you in Jungkook's usual spot. 

Jungkook has also somehow managed to find some small trees in blue ceramic pots and what you’re pretty sure is a smoke machine. 

But the most peculiar thing is what looks to be a kiddie pool up against the wall with a folded tarp at its base. 

Well that's…interesting…

You hear a door open somewhere in the apartment and running water. 

“Jungkook? That you?”

“Hey! Yep. Just give me a sec, I’m almost done.”

The water sounds cease and Jungkook makes his grand entrance as he turns the corner holding a large watering can. Your eyebrow raises.

“For the trees?” you ask.

“What?” 

You point to the watering can currently making his veins pop. 

He laughs, “Oh! No. This is for later. You’ll see,” and walks to the other side of the room by the pool. 

“Aren’t we mysterious today,” you say, following him with your eyes. He’s in ripped black jeans that accentuate the muscle definition of his thighs, and a matching baggy shirt. When his back is turned you snap a quick picture. The fabric folds on his baggy shirts are some of your favourite mindless things to cool down sketch.

“Nah, just focused. We have a lot to get through today.”  He sets down the watering can and you can see the moment the switch flips from friend to photographer. “The guest room is ready for you. There’s a clothing rack inside with each look labeled. There’s also makeup and face paint, if you could bring out the make up after you're done changing, that would be great. We’re gonna start with ‘Bright and Bold’, okay?” 

You usually use the spare room as a change room when you have to switch clothes for a shoot. But they were always from your own closet. He’d tell you the concept he was going for and you’d bring a few options to choose from.

Makeup you were used to, though. Jungkook loves abusing your artistic abilities for his shoots in the way you decorate your face or body, saying they make his works a level up from the rest of his classmates. 

They also usually make for some of the coolest pictures you have of yourself.

This is the first time he’s ever bought clothing, though.

You shouldn’t be as surprised as you are, this being his final assignment for an important class, and him being as serious as he is about his work and the final product. But you can't help it, you’re excited to see everything he’s chosen for the shoot. 

For you.

For the shoot.

“Yep, sounds good. Be out in a few,” you reply. He nods in acknowledgement before moving to set something up and you don’t stick around to find out, grabbing your bag and heading towards the door lined hall. 

The guest room is modest and clean. White sheets and gray comforter with, surprisingly, two throw pillows to spruce it up. The walls are white too, but you’re pretty sure that’s because Jungkook’s not allowed to paint the apartment per his landlord's wishes—a thought that still makes you laugh.

He could buy any place he wanted, but chose to rent. ‘To get the real university experience,’ he explained when you asked him the first time you went over.

Black furniture accents the room. A comfortable looking leather chair sits in the corner by a glass door that leads to the balcony. It has a small table beside it. There’s a dresser with a mirror in the other corner and of course, in the center of the room, is the bed. It’s a nice room. However, the newest edition is what’s keeping your eye.

Four shirts hang from the rack at the foot of the bed. The first is vibrant and colourful, the second a light neutral short sleeved V neck, third is strapless and skin coloured, and the last is made from thin black fabric you assume will be skin tight by the looks of it. 

As promised, they’re all labeled with a sticker. 

You throw your bag on the bed and grab the colourful one first. Its sticker says ‘bright and bold,’ and you put it on after removing the shirt you came in, then zip it up. The material feels heavy, durable and expensive. You check the tag on the inside seam and see it’s from Ilkaya, one of the biggest and most expensive fashion designers on this side of the realm. 

Your eyes bug out of your head, and you try not to breathe too hard for fear of ruining it. Your routine of thrifting all your clothes makes you pretty damn sure you can’t even imagine how much this cost. 

It feels good though, comfortable, not itchy. Really freaking expensive.

You look at yourself in the mirror, and you have to admit you look amazing. It fits perfectly in all the right places, compliments your skin tone, and even brings out your eyes. Begrudgingly, you admit to yourself that maybe there’s some sense in what the price tag could be. But it would still be a ridiculous sum for a jacket.

With one last look in the mirror, you grab the palettes, brushes and other tools off the dresser, and leave your designated dressing room for the day in favour of returning to the living room. 

Jungkook’s got music going from your shared playlist. Insisting on making one after your second shoot together, when he decided you both agreed to the arrangement becoming a regular thing. It’s a good mix of both of your musical tastes, even though you guys figured out quickly that you liked pretty similar stuff anyway. 

“What do you think? Does it work?” You ask as you turn the corner. 

Jungkook fiddles with this camera before looking and pausing for a moment to take you in. You hope you look okay, but the weird look he has on his face makes you backtrack a bit. 

“Is this not the one you wanted? It had the label on it. But I can go back and double che- ”

“You look amazing,” is all he says, and your worry slides off you instantly. He smiles wide, the one you’ve come to recognize as genuine. 

“Thanks. But the colour’s doing most of the work for me,” you say, smiling back shyly.

He has a white background set up, and two differently coloured gel’d lights sit on opposite one another, a third, smaller floor light faces the background. A backlight, he’d call it. 

Bright and Bold indeed, though there is the matter of-

“What do you want me to do for my make up?”

“Actually,” he sets down his camera gently on a table, “Is it okay if I do it? I want it to be a little more on the amateur side and I don’t think your years of refined talent would let you get the exact look I want.” 

That’s new. But you're here to stand and look however he wants you too, so you allow him with a nod. 

“Sure, where do you want me to sit?”

“Here’s fine,” he says as he pulls a stool that was off to one side close to one of the windows. “As long as you don’t mind holding the make up. I don’t have a table to set them down on.  Should’ve thought of that, sorry.” 

You can tell he’s mentally scolding himself for forgetting something.

“No no, it’s fine,” you say, taking your seat, “I don’t mind, really.” 

Placing the balls of your feet on the bar that holds the chair legs together, you make your lap even enough to set the palettes out, and use a hand to hold all the brushes. 

Jungkook laughs, noticing your feet as you sit, “Cute socks.”

They’re light blue with a fox face on them, and little ears stick up from the elastic around the ankle. 

“Thanks,” you laugh too, they’re your favourite pair. “I call them my fox socks. They’re lucky.”

“Let’s hope so. Wish me luck fox socks,” he calls to your toes, and you wiggle them in response.

He picks a brush and chooses a colour. “Close your eyes and let me know if I’m pressing too hard. If it isn’t obvious, I’ve never done this before.”

You close your eyes and whisper, “Will do.”

It's a uniquely intimate experience having your makeup done. Willingly letting someone get up close and personal with you, allowing them to see every potential scar, blemish and pore in the name of beauty and for the sake of creativity. 

In this case, it’s also a little questionable considering where you feel the brush putting down colour: cheeks, lids, temple, nose. However, you’re simply a pawn in a well thought out plan, so you sit and wait for him to finish.

“Annnd done,” he says, making a final swipe with the brush on your cheek. “You look great! I didn’t hurt you, right?” he asks, showing you the makeup in a palettes mirror. Your face looks like it’s been attacked by a rainbow in the best way. You smile, taking the mirror from him and looking at all the little details. 

For a first timer, Jungkook did a really good job. 

“Nope, I’m good. How do you want me?”

Jungkook leads you to the backdrop, placing you in front. 

“One second,” he says, grabbing a remote and clicking a button to lower the black out curtains on the windows, and then another that turns off the apartment lights. He also clicks on all the lights he’s set up and you’re quickly illuminated by a bright red and purple as well as the back light.

“I’m good to pose?” he asks. 

“Yep.” 

You love that he always asks first. It makes you feel safe and considered, consenting to every touch prior to its occurrence. 

Jungkook instructs the first pose to have your hands on the sides of your face, making slight adjustments so that you don’t cover any of the makeup. And for the first time, his touches leave little sparks where they land. 

You’re sure it’s just because of the lights or that the shirt is thick and makes you warm. 

Or maybe you’re just nervous and need to get the first photo jitters out of your system.

Soon enough, the camera’s pointing at you and you smile the brightest you can. He’s given you the prompt of ‘you’re so excited and happy you can’t hold it in,’ and you work with it the best you can, taking the first few with the pose he gave before being given full reign. 

It’s a decent way into the first shoot when Jungkook says, “Hmm…we’re not quite there yet, I need a bit more,” and follows up with, “How about ‘you’ve just been commissioned by the Modern Art Museum to have the leading showcase for next year’.” 

You smile the biggest you think you ever have at the thought. Because that’s the dream, that is the biggest goal you could achieve. An entire gallery of your work as the primary exhibition in the Western Shores Modern Art Museum? You couldn’t go any higher. It’s every artist's dream.

“There you go! That’s it!” The camera’s capturing quickly as you imagine what it would be like to have your own showcase at the WS-MAM. Incredible is the first word that comes to mind, your work in the biggest museum on the continent? You can’t even imagine, but you want to. 

One day, you promise yourself. You’ll do it one day.

“Okay,” Jungkook says, breaking your daydream, “Let me switch out the gels for new colours and go again. These are great so far though, you're doing amazing.” 

You hold your hand out for a high five and he smacks it. “Go team!” you say, and he laughs.

An hour and a half, a makeup fix and three lighting changes later, the first shoot finishes. You collapse on the couch and rub the muscles on your thighs. 

Jungkook plops down beside you, nose deep in the pictures he’s just taken, double checking everythings good.

“This is a fantastic start, I hope we can keep it up all day and finish before tomorrow.”

“Me too,” you say, and you mean it. Shoots with him are always fun, but inevitably tiring. “I’m gonna to grab a water, want one?” 

“Yes please,” he replies without looking up.

In the kitchen, you open the fridge to grab the two bottles and notice a box, stamped with a coffee mug that has a greenhouse inside of it, on top. The greenhouse cafe’s logo. 

“Can I ask what’s inside the cafe box?” you ask as you sit back on the couch and pass him a bottle.

“Ah, caught red handed,” he says, setting his camera on the table and taking a swig. “I may have asked Vivan earlier this week to make sure there was an overstock of tarts so I could grab them for you as a thank you for today.”

...Oh

That’s so sweet. He’s never gotten you a thank you gift before, especially not in the form of the most delicious pastry to ever exist. Maybe you should get him something for all the times he’s helped you with homework? A solstice gift maybe?

There’s heat forming in your chest and you really hope it’s not the beginning stages of heartburn. Maybe Jungkook has antacids. 

“You didn’t have to do that, I’m happy to help.”

“So you don’t want them then?” his shit eating grin making a glorious comeback because he knows what your answer’s going to be.

“No! I want them. I most definitely want them.”

He chuckles and puts his water down.

“Okay Donatello, glad you accept. Let's move on to the next set up. There’s makeup remover and cotton pads in the room, and some moisturizer too if you need it.”

The next shoot is called ‘Regality,’ and it has you in the strapless shirt. You find out it’s quite a low cut when you put it on. There’s enough to cover you, but there’s definitely a lot of your chest showing. However, under the shirt on the hanger is a scarf to cover yourself with, which you think is very considerate.

“Makeup?” you ask as you come out again, scarf covering you.

“Neutral, but strong. Kind of like how my mother does,” the background is still white, but you have a hunch that it will remain white in this picture, unlike the last one. “This one is going to be black and white, so try to emphasize your natural beauty.”

You ignore that he essentially just said you're beautiful, surely he’s just being kind and professional. Making sure his model feels good about herself. 

Right?

Right.

You put on a coat of mascara and go light on the shadow so it won't be too dramatic on film. You also use a shade of lipstick that adds just a tint to your lips and a blush that makes your eyes pop.

Jungkook has you sit on the stool from earlier and faces your body three quarters of the way towards the camera, but keeps your head turned in profile. 

“Oh! Almost forgot, one second,” Jungkook jogs to his room, coming back with a palm sized velvet box. “I had my mother send these over for this shoot. She has better taste than me, so I let her pick them out.”

Your stomach plummets to the floor when he opens the box. 

Inside are two dangling diamond earrings, and quite possibly the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen.

And now you’re terrified. 

“Jungkook, I can't wear those. They look like they’re worth more than my house, my car and my tuition combined.”

He takes one out and places it in your hand for you to put in, it’s the length of your index finger. And all you can think about is the potential houses you’re holding as you look at it. 

It’s a semi-rectangular earring, encrusted with four columns of diamonds that cascade down, each column longer than the previous. Like a sparkling waterfall you can attach to your ear.

“Don’t worry about it, mum said she never wears them anyway because they’re part of a set that the necklace was lost to years ago. Please,” his face is nothing but reassurance and small smiles, “You’re giving them a chance to live again.”

You couldn't say no to those eyes even if you wanted to.

So you reply, almost breathless and still against your better judgment, “Okay.”

Placing them in one after the other, they have a significant, understandable weight to them. You take a couple deep breaths so you don't freak out, and then you return to your previously designated pose, profile set, body facing the camera.

“Can I adjust?” Jungkook asks, after taking a step back and getting a wider view. 

You nod gently, still terrified of the earrings.

He makes sure the earring is visible and untangled first, before a finger gently comes beneath your chin, and lifts it a bit higher. 

The feeling they leave behind is all you can think about as you stare at your place on the wall, Jungkook snapping away. Not even the soft light illuminating your profile is enough to make you blink.

This shoot goes by quickly, and you’re relieved to get the earrings back safely inside their box.

“It’s like 2:45, wanna break for a late lunch?” Jungkook asks. 

“Please, I’m starved,” you say, returning from the guest room after tossing on the sweater you brought. “What's on the menu?”

“Well, we have two options,” he says, looking very faux serious, “1. We order out from wherever you want and awkwardly wait for it to arrive because the next shoot is not one we can’t prep for, then eat, then shoot.  Or 2. I make use of the ingredients I bought to make Bulgogi Kimchi Fried Rice and you get lunch and a show.”

You're shocked. 

Jungkook…cooks? Oh this you absolutely must see.

“Hmm….” you say, pretending to really mull it over in the same ‘serious’ tone, “I’m thinking I’ll have to go with option two, Chef. But I’ll lend a hand where I can, no use in standing around doing nothing.”

“Every chef needs a sous.”

With both of you on task, lunch is getting made quickly. Jungkook has all the ingredients to make ‘my buddy’s famous family recipe,’ a man who you assume is a chef back at the palace. The island countertop is currently covered in them; onion, kimchi, marinated bulgogi, gochujang, cooked rice, eggs and more. 

You’re surprised at how skilled Jungkook is in the kitchen. He’s cutting the ingredients like he’s been doing it his whole life and working the pan over the stove like the proper technique has been drilled into him since birth. 

Thirty minutes pass, and after both of you shed a tear at the cut onions and evenly split the remaining tasks, you’re sitting on the couch about to take your first bite. It smells delicious. Your mouth is watering and you can’t wait to dig in, stomach painfully empty by this point.

Finally taking that first bite, you nearly die of euphoria.

“Ouhmahgaud,” you say, mouth half full. Jungkooks on the other side of the couch, trying not to cough out his own food from laughing at your reaction. His eyes are nearly shut with how wide he’s smiling.

“Good?” he asks after swallowing his food first, like a civilized person.

You’re vigorously nodding as you swallow your own helping in hopes you’re understood.

“You’re giving me this recipe. I need it. I don’t think I will survive if this is the only time I ever get to eat it.” Your bowl is almost half gone already. Thank god there’s leftovers, you will be having more.

Plus, you want to make it for your mom when you go home, she’ll love it. 

“I’ll text it to you later, don’t worry.”

You’re very sure the look on your face conveys the gratitude you feel and the rest of the meal passes in a very comfortable and satisfied silence. 

Twenty-ish minutes later, after letting your seconds settle for a couple minutes, Jungkook gets back to business. 

“Next look is the most adventurous, it uses the facepaint. Are you okay with contacts?”

“I think so, never tried them before though. Just give me a few before we start so I don’t explode when I stand up.”

“All good,” he says, before quirking a lip and adding, “I really don’t feel like explaining why there’s kimchi and bits of you all over my walls to either of our parents, so take all the time you need.”

You laugh, firstly at the visual, then at the idea of Jungkook meeting your mother. That would be something you needed on record, paper and film.

After a minute, you get up, the guest room making your acquaintance once more. 

“This one is called Enigmatic,” Jungkook calls.

“Got it!”

You take longer than normal to change, maybe eating before putting on the skin tight shirt wasn’t a great idea. But at least it was stretchy. 

It has long sleeves, a high neck, and is a very dark midnight black. There’s a matching black scarf for this one too, and a safety pin attached to the corner.

“Okay, what's the plan for this one? I hear facepaint is involved,” you say, back for round three, scarf in hand.

The background of the set is black now, a close match to your shirt. Jungkook is by the smoke machine, currently set up on the stool and plugged into a nearby outlet. 

You hold up the scarf, questioningly.

“That’s to go over your head after the paint, but let’s see if you can do contacts first, they’re in the washroom. Need help?”

“No, I'm good.”

You don’t succeed at first, but after a couple attempts you look in the mirror and see purple eyes staring back at you. You love them.

“I look like a badass,” you say, returning. The smoke machine’s been turned on and it’s created a completely different atmosphere. At your reemergence, Jungkook shuts it off and comes close to give you a look. You freeze a little at the eye contact, his browns meeting your currently violets for a prolonged moment.

“They look better than I’d hoped, this is going to be great.” 

He reaches under the gels on the table for a piece of paper. It’s a makeup model face with the look he wants drawn on. “Are you able to do something like this?”

The diagram shows the cheeks, bottom half of the nose and down all the way to the neck as black, and the eyes and up as white, bleeding down into the black like smoke. You’re going to need eyeshadow for that part. If you did that with the face paint it would just become a gray mess.

“Yep, but it’s going to take some time to get it right.”

“That’s okay, I’ll use it to get the smoke machine properly set up.”

You use one of the palette mirrors and start with the white, covering the top of your face and making a good base layer for the eyeshadow. Then fill the bottom of your face and neck with the black. Carefully, so as to not make gray, you use a large brush to cover both sides with their respective eyeshadow shades, before blending them together like the reference. Your skin starts to feel like it’s on fire by the time you're satisfied and you check your phone for the time when you finally finish. 

4:37pm. 

Not bad. You put the scarf over your head and cover your ears with it, using the safety pin to hold it in place. 

“Done.”

Jungkook takes one look at you and lights up. 

“Have I ever mentioned how talented you are, and that you make my schoolwork so much more fun? Because I feel like I should again even if I already have.” Your cheeks heat, glad he’s excited you’re able to help. “How did you manage to make it look even better?”

“I do vaguely remember mentioning something about a deal with a semi-suspicious genie,” you joke. And both of you break out in giggle fits after a second, recalling the conversation from forever ago. 

Running through the same steps of lighting, posing, and adjustments, Jungkook then flips on the smoke machine and lets it fill the room heavily before starting to take pictures. 

You’re sitting on a small box this time, so that you’re slightly lower than the camera. Jungkook tells you to keep your hands at your sides and look up, just above the rim of the camera lens. It creates a very interesting look, and you're excited to see the results. 

He has you do a couple more poses before allowing you to do your own thing once more, trying to think of what would look mysterious and enigmatic.

You try to let the music inspire you. This is a look you’ve never done before, so you’re finding it a bit difficult to get into it despite Jungkook's helpful prompts and suggestions. But you flow a bit better with it as time goes on and you become more comfortable.

An idea pops up out of nowhere and you have him do a close up from the middle of your chin to the middle of your forehead. You stare straight into the lens to really showcase the purple contacts and makeup.

“This’s the one for sure,” he says, taking a few more. “Great idea, why didn’t I think of a close up in the first place?” You know he's talking to himself at this point. 

It’s close to 6:15pm when Jungkook decides he has enough pictures for this look. You don’t mind the longer shoot seeing as you set aside the day for this, and you can’t wait to see how these ones turn out in particular.  

You’re halfway through getting the face paint off, a mountain of gray stained cotton pads beside you, when Jungkook turns the music down.

“Let’s do a light, early dinner and then shoot the last one?” he asks. “I kept this one at the end because it’s going to create the most mess and it’ll be nice to have dinner out of the way for when I have to clean up.”

“More mess than this?” you point to the cotton pad mountain.

“Much more.”

“Light, early dinner it is,” you confirm, not wanting to have to wait till late to eat. “But can we order out so I have time to get the rest of this off?”

“Sure, what’ll it be?”

Clean faced, moisturized and ramyeon filled, you and Jungkook are preparing for the last shoot. Or well, lightly arguing.

“Water?”

“Mhm.”

“On me?”

“Yep.”

“From that thing,” you point to the contraption he calls a c-stand that will be holding the very full, very large watering can over your head for an extended amount of time, “And into there?” you point again to the kitty pool on top of the tarp that’s underneath the watering can c-stand. 

“That is the plan,” he looks amused at your slight distress.

“Are you nuts? What if it falls on me? How do I know it won’t unhinge and I’ll have a nicely cracked open skull to explain to my mother on Solstice break?”

“It won’t fall and you know it won't because you trust me and trust I wouldn’t put you in unnecessary danger. But if it does, tell your mom I say hi and sorry.”

You scoff at him, unbelievable. “So you admit there’s a bit of danger!”

Jungkook sighs, and looks to the ceiling. “Yes, YN. There is a touch of danger. But that’s only if, somehow, the c-stand I have triple safety checked, duct taped twice, and quadruple secured with four fifteen pound sandbags, decides that you deserve a watering can to the head.”

You side eye his tone. This wasn’t an unrealistic worry. But you do trust him. And trust he would never intentionally put you in any danger.

The trees are set up near the backdrop that looks like a row of brick houses. The shot is supposed to be ‘The Calm after Before the Storm,’ where you look relieved and happy in an ‘outside’ setting while ‘rain’ falls over you, also in black and white.

“Fine, but if I hear one peep from that thing,” c-stand staring down the tip of your finger once more, “I’m tuck and rolling and taking you out while I do it.”

“Very fair!” he says relieved, and goes to set up the stand with the watering can. 

You’d changed into the neutral V neck after dinner, and he’s asked for no makeup. So all you have to do now is stand and pose while trying not to die from foreign objects falling from the sky while you get wet.

Easy, right?

Wrong.

It is incredibly difficult, and you’re glad he made this one last because you’re at best; slightly miserable. Only the promise of a hot shower, hot chocolate with whip cream and marshmallows and your pick of whatever you watch afterward is keeping you going.

You started this one just shy of 8pm after waiting 45 minutes for the food. And it’s nearing 9:30 now. Jungkook has had to refill the watering can four times, dump the kiddie pool twice,  and you swear if you don’t finish within the next twenty minutes, you’re going to collapse from shivering.

To be fair, he does fill the watering can with warm water, but it only stays warm for so long before freezing water is pouring on you for the millionth time tonight. 

“I have one last idea, and by the way, I’m never doing this concept again so don’t worry about that, but also… don’t shut down the idea immediately okay?” Jungkook says. 

The watering can is almost empty again and you’re relieved that your time is almost up. That in itself should make for a good picture. He snaps it.

But his tone makes you a little wary, “Okay… what is it?”

“Pretend I’m Nel and you’re seeing me for the first time in six months, like you do at the end of April.”

Well, you didn’t have that down on your photo shoot prompt bingo card. 

Are you okay with the idea? You aren’t sure, but aren’t not sure either.

“I mean, I’ll try. Maybe you could give vocal cues to try and help? But don’t make it weird.”

“I won’t, promise,” Jungkook pauses for a second before adding, “Does he call you baby?”

You nod, and you distantly hear and ‘okay’ as you slowly allow yourself to get into that headspace.

You start, and the camera starts going.

You’re in the airport, waiting for Nel, ‘smoosh’ paper in hand. The gate opens, and through all the other passengers you see him, see that he’s in one piece, see that he’s safe. 

Your face illuminates with relief at that so much so that you don’t even notice the water that starts running down your face. 

You hear a ‘hi baby’ and in your head, it’s coming from Nel’s mouth as he nears you. You smile impossibly wider at the thought of seeing him, feeling him. Having him here with you. 

You look happy to see me, ‘Nel’ says.

“I am,” you reply. 

There’s repetitive clicking in the distance, but you ignore it. It’s probably just a flight attendant's heels on the floor.

“I missed you.”

There’s a long moment of silence before Nel speaks again.

I missed you too, baby.

You’re shivering hard now, lost in thought, unaware of reality. 

YN, Nel calls.

“Yes, love?”

“YN.”

“Babe, what is it?”

“YN, hey,” you're being shaken gently.

“Hmm? What?” you slowly arrive back to the present. Strong hands grip your shoulders. They feel nice. Solid. Deliciously warm. 

A very concerned looking Jungkook comes into focus, camera dangling around his neck and reaching for you.

Oh.

He’s the one holding your shoulders, trying to get you to come back to reality.

“There she is, welcome back,” he lets go and grabs a blanket from somewhere and wraps it around you. “We got the shot, go take a shower and warm up okay?”

“Okay,” you say, still a little dazed, but present enough to function.

You step out of the pool, holding on to the hand Jungkook offers to balance—Warm. Solid. Strong—and head straight for the bathroom, making a pit stop in the guest room to grab your bag with fresh clothes. 

The hot water cements your place back in reality, letting it warm you up and cleanse you of the day. 

You have no idea what just happened with that whole Nel thing, but it was a new feeling and a new headspace and you really aren’t in the mood to analyze or acknowledge, so it’s shoved onto a top shelf in the back of your mind for a later date.  

Once you're able to return to the directory of your mind, you don’t know how long you’ve been in the shower. But you know you’re clean, no longer cold, and in the mood for hot chocolate, so you step out and dry yourself with the towels Jungkook laid out for you on the toilet seat.

They’re soft. So soft in fact you consider only for a second shoving one in your now less full bag to take home with you. However, you do rather enjoy your friendship with the prince, so you think better of it upon second thought. 

Dressing in your sweats, you exit, tossing the towels in the hamper and your bag of the clothes you arrived in back into the spare room.

“Better?” Jungkook asks as you sit down in your spot on the couch for the last time tonight, wrapping up in the blanket he left for you. He’s in the kitchen but heard you coming.

“Much, thanks,” you sniff, “Is that hot chocolate I smell?”

Jungkook returns from the kitchen, two mugs in hand. “With extra whip cream and marshmallows, as ordered.”

You carefully take it from him, giving your thanks and happily slurping away the second it’s in your grasp. 

“Alright Caravaggio, what are we watching?” he asks, sitting down on his side, sipping away on his own. 

Sometime between you leaving for the shower and coming back out Jungkook changed into his own comfy attire, and tidied up the studio space as the pool and tarp are nowhere to be seen.

“I’ve thought really hard about this, all of however long I was in the shower,” Jungkook mutters something about 35 minutes; you ignore him, “And have settled on ‘A Miser Brothers Solstice’.”

He whines just a little when he says, “But it’s November.”

“So?”

“So, Solstice isn’t until the third week of December,” he’s saying this like his point is the most obvious thing in the world. 

It’s not.

“Your point?”

“That it’s November, and you want to watch a Solstice movie.”

You’re mockingly outraged.

“Who made you town grinch? I didn’t realize we had a holiday hater in our midst.” 

You loved the holidays, all the big ones, and the small ones, but Solstice was special. 

“I’m not a grinch, I’m just not there yet, mentally.”

“Then get ready to dive in head first, because you said I could pick the movie for risking my life for you and I pick ‘A Miser Brothers Solstice’.”

Jungkook doesn’t argue further, but he does roll his eyes as he puts on your movie with a small smile hidden behind his drink.

It’s sometime during the first act, you’re lying back against your corner of the couch, feet up and under the blanket when you ask, “What are your solstice break plans?” 

Jungkook takes a moment to part from the TV, very invested for someone who was so against it half an hour ago. “I have a lot of ‘princely duties’ to do for Solstice, like standing and looking thoughtful while my dad gives his annual Solstice speech,” you snort. “Then there’s the palace dinner, the parade through the capital, and the live televised event,” he says in a tv announcer's voice, “Where my family and I light the Solstice Star. And then there’s the new year and that in itself has another long list of things I have to do. Besides things like that though? Not much, and then it’s back here.”

Right.

You often forget who he is. 

That behind those kind eyes, and small smiles, behind the greenhouse study dates, and movie nights, and photoshoots, Jungkook has an enormous responsibility constantly looming over his head, counting down the days until he finishes his schooling. One that’s just waiting to drop onto his shoulders forever. 

You often forget that Jungkook is the Prince, first in line to the biggest throne in the realm. That you spend your time with not only Jeon Jungkook, friend and photography student, but also, His Royal Highness, Prince Jeon Jungkook, Heir Apparent and Future King of The Western Shores.

He just makes it so damn easy to forget.

You only asked because you thought maybe he had plans with friends or family, completely forgetting about all of the things the royal family does during the holiday season to celebrate with the nation, their people, and now you feel like an ass for even bringing it up.

But there’s something in his answer, or lack thereof, that snags your attention. 

“What about celebrating with your family and friends in private?”

“No time,” Jungkook’s stare goes distant as he brings his knees up and puts his arms around them, resting his chin. “Friends are always busy with palace preparations and dad’s not really the sentimental type. We celebrated when I was younger; big family breakfast, presents, tree decorating, whole thing. But after I turned about 13 or so, it started dwindling pretty quickly. Now it’s just me and my mom exchanging a gift with each other at midnight under the palace tree.” 

You don’t think you’ve ever heard something so heartbreaking yet beautiful in your life. 

“Your mum sounds wonderful, I’m really happy you two get that time together.” 

He looks at you, and you can tell by the look in his eyes he loves that time with her more than anything else. 

Solstice is supposed to be the time you spend with your family, blood or chosen. The time where you all gather to cook and bake, and exchange thoughtful gifts with the ones you love. The time where you truly cherish one another and count yourself lucky for all that you have. 

Solstice is your favourite time of the year.

To not spend it like that just seems…wrong. Horribly, painfully, awfully wrong.

“What about you?” he asks.

You don’t want to make him feel bad, so you tone down your answer, taking away the meat and giving the bones.

“My mum and I cut down our own tree and decorate it with the ornaments we’ve collected over the years,” you have them from every place you’ve ever visited, and your mum kept all the ones you ever made as a kid. You even get a new one every solstice to take a picture for and label with the year.  

“Then we bake solstice cookies until our hands cramp and survive off only them until solstice dinner; a turkey, honey glazed carrots, mashed potatoes with gravy, essentially if it waters your mouth, it’s there,” he chuckles at that. “We do gifts for each other too, opening them on solstice morning before making hot drinks and reading in the breakfast nook until the sun sets or till we get hungry, whichever comes first.”

Jungkook's eyes glow, radiating warmth, a lazy smile on his face as he listens to you. 

“That sounds really nice, YN.”

“It is,” you reply, looking him in those radiant eyes as you do. He looks… happy. Happy for you, that you get to have something like this that’s so special. It breaks your heart a little…maybe you can help.

“You wanna make some solstice cookies with me before break?”

His look of happy shifts to one of slight panic.

“What?” you question, and comically ask, “Have you never made solstice cookies before?”

He hesitates before answering a very quiet, “Uh…N-no.”

Your shock must be incredibly evident in the way he almost flinches at your reaction.

So you try your best to keep your voice level when you ask, “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean no. I’ve never made solstice cookies.”

That’s it. You can’t hold back any more, you’ve never heard anything so blasphemous in all your life.

“You’ve never what?  How is that even possible?”

He shrinks into himself a little more.

“The palace pastry chef always makes them because that’s kind of his job,” you stare at him in disbelief. “Is this really that big a deal?”

You swear there’s cog’s and smoke flying out of your ears. Solstice cookies are a religion in your household. You know dozens of recipes by heart, always finding a new one each year to try and up your game. You cannot imagine a solstice without making them. Wait no, actually you can, but it would be because you’re dead.

You held back in your answer earlier, for his sake, but you and your mom’s hands cramp up because you make enough cookies to give a box to everyone in the neighborhood. It’s one of your favourite traditions, and your neighbours even look forward to it every year, going so far as sending you both recipes to try out.

“Big dea—you’ve never fucking mad—not even when you were little? No one brought you to the kitchen and let you help? Aren't all your friends back home the pastry chefs' kids or something?” You don’t mean to sound harsh, but your tone is a little more passionate than you were intending. 

But Jungkook knows you, knows you occasionally get that passionate about things, and takes your outburst in stride. 

“Yeah, one of them is, but we don't sit around the oven and make cookies all break long. And his dad is always too busy to teach us even if we wanted to.”

You decide something. Right then and there.

“This year you are.”

“What?”

“Mark your last Saturday off because I'm going to show up here, ingredients-a-plenty and teach you how to make solstice cookies. I have a million recipes up here,” you tap your head with a finger, “But I'll choose the easiest ones. And I’ll come over early so we can spend the day making all of them. I can’t in good conscience leave for the break knowing you’ve never made them.”

He sighs. “Do I have any say in the matter?”

“Absolutely not.”

Jungkook stares at you and you can’t figure out what he’s thinking. You’re worried he’s going to say no anyway. To say you’re crazy and that they’re just cookies and that he has more important things he has to do on his Saturday before leaving for home.

But he doesn’t. And you should’ve known he wouldn’t, not after all the time you’ve spent together. 

You know better. Know him better.

“Alright Picasso. Sounds like a plan. I’m looking forward to it,” he decides, and goes back to watching the movie. 

It’s the first time he’s ever repeated a nickname.

“Wait! The wind guy wants to replace who?!” Jungkook shouts. 

You laugh at his confusion, and rewind the movie.

Jungkook wakes up sore.

His back is killing him, which makes sense since he’s half lying on the couch, half on the ground. 

The TV’s silently playing some slideshow of movie recommendations based on recent watches. 

He checks his phone, reaching for it on the coffee tale. 

14% battery. 

4:07am. 

Shit, he fell asleep. 

After the solstice movie he wanted to watch its predecessor. You had no qualms and so on it went, but he doesn’t remember much after the brothers started fighting.

Hearing soft, even breathing next to him he turns to see you, hunched over in your spot asleep, no doubt in the process of ruining your own back.

He should go to bed.

You should go to bed. 

But you’ve never stayed the night.

What should he do? Should he wake you? 

But you look so peaceful. And it’s nearing exams. You barely sleep when it’s exams season. 

Instead, Jungkook goes to check the guest room, but it’s a mess with yesterday's comings and goings. Make-up and clothes and hangers strewn everywhere.

Quietly, making a decision he hopes you won’t kill him for in the morning, he pads back to your sleeping form. 

It’s for your back, he tells himself. No other reason.

Deja vu sets in as he scoops you up from the couch, blanket and all. Just like last time, you gain enough consciousness to know to wrap your arms around his neck, but not enough to wake up. Your head rests on his shoulder and he selfishly savours the feeling as he walks down the short hallway to his room.  

Jungkook sets you down gently on one side of the bed, and your arms release, slumber undisturbed as he tucks you in.

He goes back to the living room to retrieve your phones. Yours is still at 56%, and he places it on the table beside you when he returns.

Climbing into his side of the bed, he’s careful not to touch you.

Though he wants to. 

Desperately. 

His sleep deprived brain is too slow to block out the thoughts that start to race. Thoughts of how he wants to turn around and pull you into his chest, slide an arm around your waist, and kiss you goodnight. How he wants to wake up in the same position, you still in his arms. 

But he’s also awake enough to know that will never happen. That you’re with Nel, and happy with him. That he’s drawn that nice, big line.

He’s awake enough to know you being in his bed is a fluke, unintentional.

A one time thing.

Plugging his phone into its charger, he sets it down on his own bedside table and pulls the covers up, falling back asleep.

His back facing you. 

An exhale wakes you.

Warm and cozy, you take a deep breath and roll to your left side, stretching on the way over. The scents of clean linen and something familiar find you. It’s comforting, that smell, but you can’t place it.

Another exhale, but this time you feel it as well as hear it.

You open your eyes to see a sleeping Jungkook face not a foot from your own and you jolt in shock, falling off the bed in the process. 

You look up from your new seat on the floor, ignoring the pain in your side from landing, and peer over the covers to check on Jungkook, who, miraculously, hasn’t woken up from your tumble. 

Relieved, your mind focuses on more pressing questions like ‘how did you get here?’ And ‘why were you in his bed?’ 

The last thing you remember was being halfway through the prequel to A Miser Brothers Solstice on the couch, watching Jungkook more than the movie because of how invested he’d become in the story. 

But you aren’t on the couch now. You were in his bed. 

The bed of the Prince of the Western Shores. 

The Prince who has a girlfriend, and you, who has a very long term, very serious boyfriend.

You hear a vibration, and following the sound, you find your phone on the bedside table. 

You quickly grab it quickly and go to the living room as quietly as you can manage. 

There’s a large number of unread texts. 

SlurryYuri [11:08pm]: hey, just checking in. You didn’t get home when you said you’d try for SlurryYuri [11:31pm]: Helloooooooo? YN? You there? SlurryYuri [12:14am]: it’s getting late YN, when are you coming home? Are you on your way?

Missed Calls: (3)

SlurryYuri [2:43am]: it’s been hours, so you better be dead or have crashed in the school somewhere. Either way I’m kicking your ass when you get home

Missed Calls: (2)

(Recent)

SlurryYuri [9:36am]: you’re still not home?? YN seriously, where are you SlurryYuri [10:23am]: If you don’t message me back in an hour I’m calling the police and filing a missing persons

Shit. 

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. You crashed hard, the shoot must have taken more out of you than you thought, so you never texted Yuri you were going to crash in a sleep pod at school like you’d planned too. 

You make quick work of messaging her back, glad she unintentionally gave you just the excuse you needed. 

YN [10:25am]: ohmygod I’m soooooo sorry, it was the school one. I fell asleep in the school. I’m sorry for worrying you. I’ll be home soon, promise. I’m just going to grab breakfast first. Again im sorry

SlurryYuri [10:27am]: thank the gods youre okay!! Don’t ever do that to me again YN! I don’t wanna be the one who has to break news to your mom!! She’s too nice.  SlurryYuri [10:27am]: and take your time getting back if your rushing for me, I’m not at the dorm SlurryYuri [10:27am]: Tai showed up yesterday out of the blue and took me dancing. We’re out getting brunch right now, and he has plans for the rest of the day SlurryYuri [10:28am]: Im just glad you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere

YN [10:29am]: me too, and okay I will. Thanks for checking up on me and making sure im safe, youre my favourite

SlurryYuri [10:30am]: damn right I am, see you tn <3

YN [10:30am]: see you <3

You exhale deeply, that was fucking close. 

Your stomach rumbles and it reminds you that you actually need to get breakfast. 

What could you have? You could order in again, but that means a wait time and you are hungry now. You could raid Jungkook's pantry, or see if he has any fruit, but then you think that’s a gross invasion of privacy when it’s not movie night and you haven’t asked if it’s okay. 

Wait.

The egg tarts!

You dash to the fridge, the marvellous sight of a greenhouse inside a coffee mug comes into view. Stuffing one down before you even get the box from the fridge, you exit the kitchen, sit down on the couch, setting the box on the coffee table. Once opened in front of you, you realize there is a healthy amount of tarts inside. 

How many did Jungkook ask for?

Speaking of, a bed-headed, yawning Jungkook makes his morning debut, still in last night's clothes.

“Hey,” he says groggily, walking over and stealing a tart.

“Hey!” you say back, not nearly as friendly. 

“Overnight tax, Picasso. Room isn’t free.” He chuckles at your faux outrage, popping half the tart in his mouth as he walks to the kitchen and grabs something from the fridge. Returning, you see it’s a morning protein shake. 

Gross. 

“So is that name the one you’re sticking to now?” you ask, picking up another tart. At this rate they won’t last until lunch.

“Yeah, that okay with you? It’s your name in my phone after all.”

“It is?” You didn’t know that.

“Yeah, has been since the start.” 

You’re quickly learning that sleepy morning Jungkook is very different from morning post work-out Jungkook, friend Jungkook and photographer Jungkook. His voice is deeper, he’s a lot more relaxed, and maybe even harmlessly borderline flirty, like he’s not all there yet. Softer. 

“Picasso’s just fine. A compliment really.”

“Oh? And what am I in your’s then? Hopefully something just as nice?”

You tell him like it is.

“PJK.”

“PJK?” he asks, incredulous.

“Yeah? It’s obscure enough to not be recognizable if someone were to see it, but enough for me to know who it is.”

“Nah, you need something better, PJK is boring.”

“It’s your initials.”

“And boring,” he’s really not letting up on this. 

“Well...what would you save yourself as?”

He mulls it over for a minute before deflating. “Okay, fair point, but I seriously want a new one. Something that can rival Picasso.”

“Do you have any nicknames? Something not completely obvious?”

For a morning person, Jungkook sure is taking his time. Maybe he was only a morning person before 8am, and then if he got up anytime after that he became a normal person who despised mornings like everyone else.

“Uhh…Vivian calls me JK, but that’s essentially the same thing as PJK. My buddies back home sometimes call me Kook, but I don’t think that works either. My mum has one for me that I will not disclose to anyone so long as I am breathing. So I guess not.”

A lightbulb dings over your head. “What about your security? Don’t they have special code names for you when they detail you? Like bear or eagle?” 

“Yeah, but it’s not nearly as badass as either of those.”

“Fess up,” you say. Now you have to know.

“Hare.”

“Hare?” Now it’s your turn to be incredulous. “Like a rabbit?”

“Yep.”

An idea pops into your head and an evil grin spreads across your face, one you know is already setting worry into Jungkook’s still awakening brain as you change his name.

“I don’t like that look,” he confirms. “What’d you change it to?”

You flip your phone around and hold it up to him.

“Bunny?” he says incredulously once again.

“Yes.”

“I give you Picasso, one of the greatest painters of all time, and you think giving me bunny is anywhere near on par with that?”

Teasing him is far too fun, especially when he makes it this easy for you.

“Oh absolutely. In fact, I think it’s the best name I could possibly set it as.”

Jungkook disagrees, vehemently. “No, change it back. PJK is fine.”

“Too late. You dug your grave, now lie in it.”

Jungkook brings a hand to his face, pinching the crease between his brows and takes a very long, deep breath, exhaling just as dramatically. 

You take that as your victory. But you’re sorely mistaken.

He launches at you, reaching for your phone and you scream, reaching your arm to keep it away from him. You have a fox socked foot on his chest to try and keep him back. His right arm is holding him up near your hip on the couches edge and he’s reaching with his left as far as he can without breaking his sternum on your heel. 

“Give it!”

“Never!”

You try to bring up your other foot to push him away, but Jungkook is strong, and forces both it and the one on his chest down with the arm that was supporting him, temporarily keeping himself up with his left hand on the back of the couch. 

With your legs out of the way he can almost reach his phone. But in his distracted state, misses the couch when he goes to put his supporting arm down again, and flips onto the ground, taking you with him. You scream, but his arms wrap around you as he makes sure to take the brunt of the impact, landing on his back, you safely secured to his chest. 

There’s a moment of pure stunned silence, you resting your forhead on his chest while you process, him not letting go of your waist as he gets a breath into his winded self, before you’re both laughing as you take in what happened.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, you?”

He takes a second to respond. “I’m great.” 

You push to sit up, and he releases you from his hold, but that was a mistake. Because now you’re sitting on his lap. 

It takes an entire three seconds of you staring at him and him staring right back before you jump and scramble off him as fast as you can. 

“Sorry.” you say in unison, you standing and him from the ground. It’s a painfully awkward 8 seconds before you break, cackling at the whole situation, and he joins in with you again. 

Jungkook brushes off his pants as he gets up too. “Got any plans before tonight,” he asks, business as usual.

“Nope, cleared my schedule in case this went long, I’ve got the whole day.”

You swear his smile grows two sizes.

“Well in that case,” he looks to the TV, then back to you, “Wanna start movie night early?”

An entire day to relax and chill out before the hell that is exams season takes your every free second? 

Yes please.

“Solstice movie marathon?” you propose slyly, near devious.

“I’ll get the popcorn,” he confirms, already halfway to the kitchen.

You spend the day like that, on the couch watching movie after movie, both pretending the little incident never even happened. 

But you make sure to go home after movie night this time. 

Chapter Nine: Sugar Cookies and Devious Confessions

A/N 2: This chapter kicked my ass but it's here and I couldn't be more thrilled. I really like how it's ended so I hope you guys do too.

A/N 3: As always, Thank you for reading, loves. Xoxo - Yoon <3

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Rather Be - Part 14

Chapter 14: The Manga Con

Anya and Yor went out to walk Bond while Loid cooked dinner. They already have some friends at the dogs’ park and while Anya played with Bond and other dogs, Yor was chatting with the owners.

“Mrs. Forger. I heard Anya loves Bondman so maybe this will be something she would like to go to” said a nice man to Yor, offering a brochure.

“Manga Con?” She read the paper “a convention full of activities, meet and greet with the writers of your favorite manga and even the actors of the most famous TV shows. From Thursday to Sunday” Yor finished reading and looked at her daughter and smiled “thank you very much. I will talk to my husband” 

Then they left and Yor made the wise decision of not telling her, if Anya were a normal child, but sadly she read her mind and knew about the convention and that there might be the voice actor of Bondman and the writer but, as always, she will need to act normal, as normal as she can, to not reveal her power.

Anya bit her tongue all the way to their house and thankfully the food was ready. Loid sent them to wash their hands then started to eat.

Yor was waiting to speak with him without Anya so the pink haired girl had to keep the secret. Bond could tell she was hiding something but maybe he will know later 

The dinner went by as normal as ever and while she brushed her teeth and changed Yor washed the dishes. Then Loid went to read her a story and he joined Yor in the living room.

There Yor made her move. She got out of her purse the brochure.

“Loid, look at this” she handed it to him. “one of the dogs' owners gave it to me when Anya and I walked Bond today” he started to read and with his quick reading ability hw finished in seconds but faked to read a bit longer.

“Manga Con?” He asked, confused “what's that?”

“It's a convention where fans of the manga and anime go to interact, buy stuffs from their favorite manga and there will be events like dressing up as their favorite character and win something” he nodded showing her that he understood, Yor continued “Anya had been a good girl all this month, doing her homework and getting better with her handwriting so maybe we can take her there” she said  looking at his face for any sign of disapproval but he just smiles.

“That's an excellent idea, Yor. I noticed that she is putting an extra effort in her homework and with Grandpa Siggy’s help she's getting better so I like your idea and we can let it clear that we are doing it because of her effort so you understand that, if she works hard then she will have a reward” 

“Exactly! That's what I thought. Like what I did with Yuri. He was doing all his homework and passing his exams so I brought him a new encyclopedia or something he liked” she smiled big remembering her brother's face when she did.

“Amazing, tomorrow we will tell her” he promised and they remained in the living room a bit longer just reading. Yor was happy because of her idea and Loid was proud that she was acting like an actual mom, which was excellent for his mission. That way everyone will never doubt her as a mother.

They went to sleep at eleven and the next morning while having breakfast, they told Anya who had to fake that she didn't know about it but her excitement was real.

At school she told Becky who doesn't seem excited but still was happy about her best friend having fun. Damian was a bit jealous because he knew that his father or mother would never take him to those events. They could say ‘it is too dangerous’ or ‘you should be more mature’. 

He didn't say anything but Anya could read his mind and felt bad for him, she looked at him in a way like saying ‘I’m sorry you have such strict parents’ which made him blush and stopped looking at him.

He still has in his mind what she told him about reading minds. Was she really doing it?... No, she must be faking it.

The days passed and Anya continued her good job so her dad didn't change his mind and Saturday morning arrived.

They had breakfast and left for the convention. The place was full of people wearing costumes or something from their favorite character.

Anya got excited and asked her mom for photos next to Bondman cosplayers, there other shows she liked but Bondman was her main show.

They stopped by a stand and bought a shirt and a pair of Bondman socks. She also got a color book and the manga she couldn't find which were the hotel saga, one that they haven't shown on the anime yet but maybe will be next season, there was also his past before turning into a spy so Anya bought both volumes.

There was a band playing anime covers and she was ready excited when they played her Bondman’s favorite opening.

Yor was happy for Anya and enjoyed it with her, Loid smiled as he watched her so happy. Operation Strix was important but these moments were worth having because those two were his team in order to complete the mission and keeping them happy was a must on his list.

The day finished with a cosplay contest and some words from the voice actor of Bondman which meant the world for Anya who nearly passed out.

They returned back home holding two bags of merchandise and a little girl sleeping in Loid’s arms.

OOooOOooOO

Short and nice. Hope you liked this. I might skip to Halloween or jump straight to New Year’s Eve but I want Yor and Loid to have their first real kiss before that. Maybe an event in between also I might do an AU in the Modern Time using the song Lover as an inspiration. I’m open to suggestions.

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Don’t Worry, He’s Got This

Prompt: "Legally Blonde", 2001, Robert Luketic Prompted by: lettersbyelise Artist: Anonymous Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General audiences Warnings: None

Summary: Draco enrolls in a muggle university to prove he’s changed. Harry’s not convinced.

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no daylight

Prompt: "Black Sails", 2014, TV Show Prompted by: Sitp-recs Artist: Anonymous Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General audiences Warnings: None

Summary: After Draco loses his leg saving a crewmate, Harry teaches him how to fight. He's teaching him how to defeat him, too.

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History Maker

Prompt: “Yuri on Ice!”, 2016, TV Series/Show Prompted by: quackquackcey Artist: Anonymous Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None

Summary: He's done it! Harry Potter has caught the snitch, winning the League Cup for the Pride of Portree for the first time in three hundred years! And—what's this? Potter's personal trainer, Draco Malfoy, is running out onto the pitch! And he's—! My goodness, did he just kiss Potter?! -- Screencap redraw of Yuuri & Victor's kiss from episode 7 of Yuri On Ice featuring Harry as Yuuri and Draco as Victor for Lights, Camera, Drarry 2023

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When I Close My Eyes

Prompt: "Millennium Actress", 2001, Satoshi Kon Prompted by: omgkatsudonplease Artist: Anonymous Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None

Summary: Because I like who I am chasing him." 「だって私、あの人を追いかけてる私が好きなんだもの」

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The Breakfast Club

Prompt: "The Breakfast Club", 1985, John Hughes Prompted by: Ladderofyears Author: Anonymous Length: 7,827 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None

Summary: Draco Malfoy is forced to endure a Saturday detention with four other students, including the Golden Bad Boy himself, Harry Potter. Over the course of the day, and under the watchful eye of Filch, the seemingly disparate group form a budding alliance and discovers that they have a great deal more in common than they thought. And Draco discovers that sometimes, he can not only get what he needs, but he just might also get what he wants.

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The Rifts that Reveal Us

Prompt: "The Notebook", 2004, Nick Cassvettes Prompted by: ladderofyears Author: Anonymous Word Count: 8,539 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: None

Summary: Harry wrote to him. For 365 days. Today, Draco visits him. But learning why Draco didn't write back is just the beginning.

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A Different Kind Of Attention

Prompt: “Yuri on Ice!”, 2016, TV Series/Show Prompted by: quackquackcey Author: Anonymous Word Count: 10,706 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Alcohol Use, Drunkenness, Off-screen Pet Loss

Summary: Last year's Grand Prix Final hadn't been easy for Harry. And France's top skater, Draco Malfoy, hadn't made it any easier. This year, however, Harry is determined. He wants that gold medal! But things don't ever go to plan if it comes to Harry James Potter, do they?

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Deep Dive

Prompt: "Heartstopper", 2022, TV Show Prompted by: edaniels0221 Author: Anonymous Word Count: 13,448 words Rating: General audiences Warnings: None

Summary: When fourteen-year-old Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his fourth year, he learns that the school will be hosting the first-ever European Wizarding Student Cup. He is excited for a year of just Quidditch, without Voldemort or any mortal danger. But it doesn’t take long before an unexpected connection with a competitor complicates what was meant to be a worry-free year.

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I Couldn't Love You More

Prompt: "P.S. I Love You", 2007, Richard LaGravenese Author: Anonymous Word Count: 73,706 words Rating: Mature Warnings: MCD, grief, mourning, AU- No Voldemort, drinking alcohol, brain tumor, five stages of grief, dead dove don't eat, sex toys, sad moments, unrequited love (not Draco), Draco shares brief kiss with another man, bars and pubs, Harry is dead before the fic begins, he doesn't come back to life.

Summary: Their plan had been a simple one: to stay together for the rest of their lives. When Harry and Draco met, their attraction was instantaneous. They couldn't be without each other and eloped to marry as soon as they could. They wore each other's clothes. Finished each other's sentences. They were going to be together until they were old and grey. None of their friends could imagine one without the other. But, on Valentine's Day, 2010, Harry died. Draco was left devastated. The only light in the darkness is ten letters that Harry has left, labelled with the remaining months of the year. As the letters are opened, Harry shows Draco that life goes on and that he is much stronger than he ever knew. With a lot of help from his friends. Draco realises that, while his life might be very different from what he'd planned, it can still be special.

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[tryslora]

Anime I'm Watching: Spring 2023

I am a fan first. I teethed on fandom. I watched my first anime (and was absolutely enthralled and addicted) when I was ten years old. It was translated into English, aired on US TV, and the storyline was butchered as they so often were in the 70s and 80s. But it hooked me. And when I discovered that the roots of the shows I came to love were in Japan, I followed anime back to the original pieces. I've been a fan of anime since I was young, and I am happy with the streaming services, and simulcasts, that let me indulge in modern anime so easily now. 

Every season, I take a look on Animelist and LiveChart.me and go through the new and returning anime lists, and pick out what I want to watch. It seems like I start with 20-25 on my list, and I usually narrow it down pretty quickly. Some shows lose me at one episode, some after two. Sometimes I just lose shows because they aren't the ones I want to see the most and I have limited time. But at the start, the list is long. 

This is where I am right now, presented with no descriptions and no value judgements and no explanations. Just the list of what I'm continuing, what I'm trying out, and where I'm watching it (if I've found a place! some I lose because I can't find a legal simulcast). 

So… what are you watching this season?

Continuing

Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible (HiDive, restarting airing)

RWBY (animated, not anime, on Crunchyroll)

UniteUp! (finishing after delays, Crunchyroll)

Sunday

Ao no Orchestra (no streaming source yet)

Eternal Boys (HiDive—aired earlier, being put up 2eps at a time)

My Home Hero (Crunchyroll)

Monday

Dead Mount Death Play (Crunchyroll)

Insomniacs After School (HiDive)

Why Raeliana Ended Up at the Duke’s Mansion (Crunchyroll)

Wulin Buer Zhoukan (Donghua? No streaming source yet)

Tuesday

Skip and Loafer (Crunchyroll)

The Marginal Service (no streaming source yet, but the list of VAs is wonderful)

Wednesday

Oshi no Ko (HiDive)

Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts (Crunchyroll)

Working for God in a Godless World (Crunchyroll)

X&Y (Crunchyroll)

Thursday

Dr. Stone: New World (Crunchyroll)

Opus: COLORs (Crunchyroll)

Ranking of Kings (Crunchyroll)

The Legendary Hero is Dead! (Crunchyroll)

Yuri is My Job! (Crunchyroll)

Friday

Birdie Wing (Crunchyroll)

Magical Destroyers (Crunchyroll)

Mashle (Crunchyroll)

Otaku Elf (HiDive)

The Cafe Terrace and Its Goddesses (Crunchyroll)

Tonikawa (Crunchyroll)

Xyrin Empire (Donghua? No streaming source yet)

Saturday

A Galaxy Next Door (Crunchyroll)

Heavenly Delusion (Hulu)

Hell’s Paradise (Crunchyroll)

Loving Yamada at Lv999 (Crunchyroll)

Summoned to Another World for a Second Time (Crunchyroll)

The Dangers in My Heart (HiDive)

[mizuribbons]

happy yuri friday. every friday is yuri friday. every saturday is yuri saturday. sunday is yuri sunday. yuri monday. yuri tuesday. yuri wednesday. yuri thursday.

ah so yurious

[wniektty]

reactions: enhypen reacting to yuri feeling sad

enhypen’s 8th member

enhypen reactions to Yuri feeling sad

since enhypen just had their comeback for tamed-dashed, that means there are lot of promotions. with promotions bring long and hard practices plus stages. after the first stage of upper side dreamin, yuri randomly became sad and overwhelm on the weeks to come. this is how her members reacted.....

heeseung

sweetest guy ever. heeseung will find himself attached to yuri like a needy dog to its owner. he hugs and kisses her cheek every second that he can. even though their relationship is platonic, he cant part from her especially when she is doubting herself.

“i care about you yuri. please stop stressing about the stages, youre more important to the fans than the stages.”

Jay

so annoying but low-key thankful. out of the guys jay seems the most unaware of yuri sadness. when yuri sad, jay treats her the same way he would even if she isn't sad. although yuri was hurt and annoyed by his cluelessness at first, she now appreciates it because she doesn’t want to feel like she a victim.

“dude, wanna play some video games? youve been in your room all day.”

jake

find and solve. jake literally hates when yuri is sad. he first thought is that he needs to find the problem and solve it as soon as possible because he knows that yuri’s personality changes based on her mood. he will do all that he can to make yuri feel okay and bring her to a happy place so she can be her best self.

“princess, tell me whats wrong and I can help best as possible.”

sunoo

aegyo attack. since sunoo is known as an aegyo king, he will make it his duty to made that frown turn up side down. yuri loves sunoo’s aegyo, so when ever he uses this tactics she is sure to smile. like a huge smile from ear to ear.

“jagi, sunoo hates seeing you sad. smile for me”

sunghoon

boyfriend treatment. as it known globally that sunghoon has a crush on yuri, its not a surprise to see him treat her like his girlfriend. just like heeseung he is attached to her hip kissing and hugging her hoping that it would cheer her up. and sunghoon isnt complaining.

“baby, it’s going to be okay. i’m here for you.”

jungwon

a leader that brings his team together. since yuri and jungwon are best friends its hard for be a leader when it comes to yuri’s sadness. jungwon becomes this bubbly person try to make her laugh. after she feels better jungwon begins to blame his self for her sadness to which yuri denies.

“im so sorry that youre going though this. as a leader i should’ve prepared you more”

ni-ki

maknae fun. ni-ki is the only in the group who feels and understands her overwhelming feelings toward promoting. knowing that anime is only of the many things that makes yuri happy, he forces yuri to stay up all saturday and sunday night watching all types of amine.

“bro, lets binge watch that one anime you like then we can watch my favorite, deal?”

idea/outline 

[batmads-ao3]

Across the Universe

Detroit: Yuri’s done the math. He done the research and the consideration and the planning. This will be his last year of competitive figure skating, and this time next year, he’ll be moving on to grad school. No matter what, though, Yuri hopes to hold onto Victor in any way that he can. Even if he has to compromise and change his own dreams to do it.

St. Petersburg: Victor is tired of compromising. Tired of having dreams deferred, of stealing moments in the off season and after competitions to spend time with Yuri. The way he sees it, there are only two options: keep Yuri in competitive skating, or find a way to stay by Yuri’s side after this year is through. Because if there’s anything that Victor knows for certain, it’s that he’s never letting anything come between him and his soulmate ever again.

But how far are Yuri and Victor willing to go to protect the other’s dreams? And with a whole universe separating them, will a soulmate bond really be enough to hold them together when it matters most?

**Part Three of the Defy the Stars Trilogy**

Soulmates!AU • College! AU(kinda) • Happy Ending

Read Chapter Seven here!

In which Victor causes a mass panic at a press conference.

Posting every Friday at 5:00, chapter preview below the cut

August rolled into September, ushered in the gentle threat of autumn, and Victor woke up every morning with dreams of Yuri and the echoing notes of his program music stuck in his head. A continent and a half and an ocean away, Yuri started his final school year, which meant that Victor’s soulmate’s already limited time was suddenly and sharply reduced, but they’d been at this game for a year now. Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday or all three of them, they took turns calling each other as Yuri walked to lunch and Victor started dinner. Saturdays or Sundays or both, depending on Yuri’s training schedule that week, they called as Victor was leaving practice or simply enjoying the afternoon, and Yuri was just starting his day. 

It was just scraps, when Victor thought about it too hard. None of it could compare to actually walking and talking or sharing a conversation over a meal in real life, and absolutely none of it was a replacement for just generally having Yuri in his vicinity—especially after August, after Chris’ wedding, after what they’d put on the table—but it was enough. He tried to tell himself it was enough. 

It was easier to convince himself of that fact some days than others…

(But October! Rostelecom! Soon! He had it marked on the calendar on his fridge he’d bought specifically so he could theatrically cross off all the days in red marker until he saw Yuri next.)

But he pulled himself together every day and drank his coffee leaning against the kitchen island, staring down that calendar and the manageable (yes, very manageable) number of days between him and Yuri, Makka at his feet, also waiting for the day when Yuri would come home to Victor. It was life. It wasn’t life in brilliant technicolor, but it wasn’t in black and white anymore either, and that had to be something, right? 

Sometime in early September, Yakov ushered all of them to a press conference to announce their themes for the season. Just some publicity, just to get crowds interested in the upcoming skating season. The junior season was already in full swing; Yurio already had a gold under his belt and he was aiming for another one in Croatia at the end of the month, but never mind all that. Clearly, it was the seniors who mattered here, and among them it was Victor who mattered the most. Victor was bored before the damn thing even started. Who cared what the press thought about his theme? It was only supposed to matter to Yuri. 

(Pros of quitting skating and running away to grad school with Yuri: never having to do another press conference again in his entire life). 

(Cons of quitting skating and running away to grad school with Yuri: never getting to cause a mass panic among the Russia skating press core again in his entire life). 

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[brightmiraii]

NCT 24th member || Harumi

FACE CLAIM: Remi (Cherry Bullet)

DANCE CLAIM: Lee Chaeyeon (ex IZ*ONE)

VOICE CLAIM: Jo Yuri (ex IZ*ONE)

STAGE NAME: Harumi (하루미)

BIRTH NAME: Miya Harumi (宮晴美) 晴 (Haru) - bright 美 (Mi) - beauty

KOREAN NAME: Moon Myeong Hee (문명희)

ENGLISH NAME: Ellie Miya

CHINESE NAME: Gōng Qíngměi (宫晴美)/Wen Ming Xi (文明熙)

NICKNAMES: Haru, Brainnie, Xiao Měi, Bright Myeong, Rumi-hime (princess Rumi)

BIRTH DATE: November 25th, 2000

PLACE OF BIRTH: Madison, Wisconsin, USA

ETHNIC: Japanese

NATIONALITY: Japanese, American

EDUCATION: unknown elementary school in Madison, unknown elementary and middle school in New York, unknown middle school in Seoul, Seoul School of Performing Arts - practical dance (2016-2019)

ZODIAC SIGN: Sagittarius

MBTI: ENFJ-T

EYE COLOUR: Black

HEIGHT: 163cm

WEIGHT: 45kg

BLOOD TYPE: O

POSITION: main vocal, lead dancer

UNIT: NCT DREAM, NCT 127 (Limitless - now), NCT U (Timeless), NCT U (Make A Wish)

TRAINING PERIOD: 2 years (2014-2016)

LANGUAGES: Japanese and English (native language), Chinese and Korean (proficiency obtained), German (learning)

FAMILY: Miya Hayao (father, deceased), Miya Yoshiko (mother, deceased), Moon Seungyeon (adoptive father), Moon Bom (adoptive mother), Jianyu (adoptive cousin)

B A C K S T O R Y

Harumi was born in Madison, Wisconsin. Daughter of a young Japanese couple that moved to USA to start a new life, Miya Hayao and Miya Yoshiko

Since her father was an Algebra teacher in an middle school near their house and her mother was a Japanese teacher in a local language school, Harumi grew up highly influenced by knowledge and curiosity

Unfortunately, at the age of 6, Harumi and her parents were involved in a car accident, resulting in their death at the spot. Luckily Harumi survived, despite heavily injured

She was transferred to an orphanage in New York, where she could afford a better treatment to her injuries and social assistance with her double nationality

Harumi was the eldest child in the orphanage and the least interviewed kid for possible adoptions, because of her age. Because of that, she matured quickier and learned how to mask disappointment

She decided to learn by herself Chinese and Korean - in an attempt to increase her chances of being adopted, even if through an international adoption

Four years later, when she was 10, Moon Seungyeon and Moon Bom adopted her and brought her to South Korea

Harumi got casted during a Sunday outing she had with her family. A scout heard her singing and playing guitar and decided to invite her for an audition

Seungyeon, Bom and Jianyu (her cousin) convinced her to try for it and, eventually, join SM as a trainee

A couple of months after she began a trainee, SM introduced her as one of the SMRookies, participating in shows such as "Mickey Mouse Club"

Debuted in August in NCT DREAM, charming the fans with her powerful and husky voice

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Harumi is perceived as a sweet extrovert, always polite and warm towards anyone who approaches her. Though her soft looks and voice could mistake her as a shy girl, she is a truly happy virus

Her energy changes according to her surroundings. Whenever she’s with more playful members, she’s joking around and making a mess. However, with the calmer members, she can blend with them very well

Since she was the eldest in the orphanage, Harumi usually takes care of everyone around her, including the older members. She makes sure all the members are comfortable, healthy and happy

Extremely independent, struggles on relying on other people - which gives constant headaches to the older members

Keeps all negative comments and feelings to herself, not wanting to burden anyone

Has a hard time saying “no” to people, that being one of her biggest weakness

Constantly looks for improvement and new knowledge, so she's either learning a new dance style, an instrument or improving her producing skills

Because of years of rejection, Harumi is extremely self-conscious about herself as an individual

F U N F A C T S

Harumi learned Korean and Chinese through grammar books she found in a library. Because she was really young, the girl often reached out to the employees to explain some topics (what was a verb, noun, for example)

An volunteer in the orphanage taught Harumi how to play guitar and, eventually, gifted her his old one

Every Saturday afternoon, the orphanage headmistress would take the kids to Central Park. Harumi started to sing and play guitar there just for fun, but people started to spare her a dollar or two

In her audition, Harumi sang "Growl", from EXO, an acoustic version that fit perfectly her huskier tone

Seungyeon and Bom gave Harumi her Korean name, but let her decide whether she would use it or keep her given name (Harumi actually cried when they let her keep "Miya Harumi")

She surprised all the trainees with her almost perfect Korean, especially after introducing herself with her Japanese name. They were even more shocked when they discovered she knew as well English and Chinese

Contrary to all the Dreamies, Harumi did not drop out of school, juggling her student and idol life. All the members were worried about her health, but when they discovered the reason why Harumi was so adamant to keep studying, they did everything they could to help her

In 2017, Harumi got Korean and Chinese proficiency through the official test, formalizing her fluency in both languages. Because of that, fans gave her the nickname Brainnie

Before joining NCT, Harumi focused her vocals on acoustic versions and ballads. She was often told that her tone didn't match girl groups

Because of the car accident, Harumi has a long scar from her sternum to her bellybutton. Only in Ridin' era she felt comfortable enough to wear crop tops that showed a bit of it

Following the trend of peculiar dislike of foods in NCT, Harumi doesn't like nuts. She's actually heavily allergic, needing to have an epinephrine shot with her whenever she goes out to eat

The part she loved the most during her trainee period was dance classes, Harumi had so much fun and created a soft spot for it

Harumi despises winter the most, snowy days are the worst for her, because remind her of the car accident

Loves all Disney movies, even the underrated ones

Harumi's a quick learner, but feels extremely burnt out and unsatisfied, dropping one or another activity every once in a while (she usually tries again, because she hates the fact she gave up on something)

Her official emoji is ✨, because of the meaning behind the kanji of her name (Haru). Her introduction during her debut days was “Hello, I’m sparkling Harumi!”

One of her favorite hobbies is re-recording songs. She would record all the instruments, getting all notes by hearing and - finally - get the vocals done

Likes affection, but hates aegyo

Her favorite color is yellow

Maintains Dream’s dorms up (she does do cook, she does the cleaning to the point the others scold her for doing all by herself)

Her lives are mostly songs recommendations, guitar sessions and whenever she’s at practice room, she does a few covers

She’s a huge fan of BoA, EXO, SHINee and MAMAMOO

In 2019, Harumi became an official MC at Music Core alongside SF9 Chani

[rovetrade]

happy yuri saturday sunday

happy yuri saturday

[stargazer-sims]

Journal Entry #25 (part one)

Victor

The past couple of days have been interesting.

First of all, I grossly underestimated Yuri’s ability to shop. Seriously, set that man loose in a sufficiently large retail area, and there’s no stopping him. He got access to his trust fund when he turned twenty-five, and I guess he figured that since he doesn’t actually need it to support himself, he’d go wild with his first monthly allowance from it.

Today, we came here to the city, and I got dragged all over the place by my very enthusiastic soulmate, who evidently knows where every menswear shop, shoe store and jewelry boutique in Kyoto is located. Mostly, I think my main purpose was either to be arm candy or to carry all his shopping bags. That, and I was there to loiter outside every fitting room and answer the question "Does this make me look too skinny?" a zillion times.

I'm not complaining, though. By the time we were done, he was tired, but he seemed happy and way more relaxed than he'd been over the past week, and I was grateful to see him doing better. Too much stress is bad for his chronic illness, and we'd both prefer that he doesn't get sick again any time soon, so anything that helps him unwind is good in my opinion.

The only thing I bought, other than lunch, was a cute surprise present for Yuri, which I'm sure he'll be pleased to show you later. That's not to say I didn't come out of it with anything for me, however. Yuri bought me a suit, because he said I needed one for our wedding photos.

Now, before anybody gets too worked up, let me just say that we're not actually getting married. With all our joking around about it, we somehow had the idea that it'd be fun to get some couple portraits taken by a professional photographer. We've been referring to them as our wedding photos ever since we decided to do it.

But, let me get back to my new suit for a minute. It was a fairly significant purchase, considering I haven't worn one since my high school prom. Yuri took me to this fancy shop where a sales lady literally did all my measurements before she even let me look at anything. Then, she recommended some colours and styles she thought would work for me, and followed me around to help me choose.

Apparently, this is how it's done in Yuri's world. Yuri is so unpretentious and normal that sometimes I forget he comes from a wealthy family and that rich people do stuff a lot differently than people like me. Last time I bought a suit, my mom took me to a department store, gave me two hundred dollars and basically told me to pick something that fit, in any colour but grey, because it wouldn't look good with my hair.

Turns out, I rock grey suits.

I probably don't need to tell you, this ensemble cost way more than two hundred Canadian dollars. My mom would have a fit if she saw the receipt. I almost did too, but Yuri was using words like 'elegant' and ‘sophisticated’ to describe how I looked in my new suit, and he was gazing at me like he thought the only place it would look better than it did on me would be on the floor of our hotel room, so I stopped worrying too much about the price tag.

Right. Our hotel room. I guess I need to backtrack a bit, to explain what we're doing here in the city in the first place.

You already know what happened between me and Yuri on the weekend. It was pretty awful, but thankfully, we made up on Saturday night.

Yesterday, which was Sunday, we stayed in bed till mid-morning and had a long talk, and then some making up of the nonverbal variety, the intensity of which came as a surprise to both of us. Maybe it was because we were both starved for attention, but we got way more excited than usual, and ended up trying some things that neither of us had ever done before. It was a little scary, maybe more so for Yuri than for me, but it was exhilarating at the same time. Also, it was a great distraction from our current problems.

After another nap, we finally got up and had a bath, and then Yuri took me to the walk-in medical clinic in town in the afternoon. Luckily, my regular GP works in that clinic a couple of weekends a month, and this was one of his weekends. I would've been fine with any doctor, but it was nice to see someone who's already got some idea of the overall state of my health.

I explained to Dr. Sato what had happened, and he examined my shoulder and back. He asked me a bunch of questions about how I was feeling psychologically, and he agreed that I should have a short break from work. He also suggested that I should speak to a counsellor about my experience. I'm still not sure I want to do that, even if it would only be one or two sessions, but Dr. Sato gave me a recommendation anyway, so at least I have the contact information of someone I can make an appointment with, if I change my mind.

After leaving the doctor's office, we went to the fitness center so I could give Dr. Sato's note to Tomiko. She works Wednesday to Sunday, so I knew she'd be there.

I was caught off-guard by how nervous I felt as I walked into the place. It's a good thing Yuri was holding my hand, because I think I might've turned around and left, otherwise.

We found Tomiko in the administration office, and when I handed her my sick note, she didn't seem at all surprised.

"We had a complaint," she said.

"About me?"

"Well, not about you specifically, but it certainly had something to do with you," she said. "it seems we have a very observant custodian. She noticed that you finished your first session on Wednesday morning quite early, and she said it looked like you were limping when you came out. When she went in afterward to clean and disinfect the room, she noticed a crack in the mirror."

At that, I felt as if my stomach dropped. Ren had pushed me against the wall twice, and both had been really forceful shoves, but I hadn't realized he'd pushed me hard enough to crack the mirrored panel on the wall. For some reason, I had an irrational fear that I was about to get fired, or that I was going to be responsible for the damages to the mirror, at the very least.

Yuri must've noticed a change in my expression or posture or something, because he moved his chair closer to me and put his hand on my leg, under the table and out of Tomiko’s view.

"Have you looked into it?" Yuri asked.

"I asked the custodian to fill out a written incident report, but I only just received it yesterday around lunchtime," Tomiko said. "I've forwarded it to the General Manager, and he says he's going to contact our security company to review the camera recording from that room from Wednesday morning."

"That's good," was Yuri's response.

Tomiko fixed me with a serious look. "Is there anything you'd like to tell me about, Victor? Anything I should let the General Manager know before he sees that video?" She flicked her gaze down toward Dr. Sato's letter. "Since your doctor has written that you need to be off work due to a trauma-induced psychological injury, I'm going to assume there's a story.”

"If I tell you, what's going to happen?" I asked.

"That depends on what you tell me," she said.

I glanced at Yuri, maybe hoping he'd say or do something to help me get out of talking about it, but he gave me an encouraging little smile and said quietly, "It's okay. I'm here."

So, I told Tomiko what she and the General Manager would see on the video. It took several minutes to explain, and I cried a little bit. It definitely wasn't easy to talk about, but it wasn't nearly as bad as I'd imagined, and by the time I was done I was amazed to realize I felt kind of relieved.

"You should have reported this immediately," Tomiko said, once I'd finished. "I understand why you didn't, and I respect that, but this isn't the sort of situation you should try to handle on your own."

"I know," I said. "I'm sorry. Am I still going to have a job after this?"

"If everything you've told me is true, then I don't see why you wouldn't. I'll speak to the General Manager tomorrow morning, and once we've reviewed the video, then we'll make a decision."

"Tomorrow's your day off," I said, without thinking.

Tomiko smiled. "Sometimes we do things that are outside our job description," she said. "I know you've only been working here for a couple of months, but I want you to know, you've made a big impression on me and your other co-workers, and we've already gotten some great feedback from a few clients. I'd hate to lose you so soon."

"Thanks," I said.

"I'm going to recommend to the General Manager that we continue to pay you while you're on your medical leave," she said. "If everything you've told me is accurate, I think he'll agree that's the least we can do for you."

"Thank you. I really appreciate that."

"We may want to meet with you, once we've seen the video."

"Okay," I said. "Yuri and I were planning to go away for a while, though."

"That's fine. Just don't leave the country." she said. I knew she was making a joke, but it felt kind of weird to hear her say it, considering that leaving the country was exactly what we'd been planning to do.

Of course that means our hastily-planned trip to Canada is temporarily on hold. We're probably still going, but now we have to wait at least until I receive confirmation that I'm still employed.

When we got back to the house, we packed some stuff anyway, because even though we knew we couldn't go far, we still intended to escape to the city for a few days. I had to show Yuri how, because he's the sort of person who'd bring five suitcases when one suitcase and a backpack would do. I also learned that he’s never packed his own luggage for more than an overnight stay. He hasn’t travelled much since moving out of his parents’ house, and when he lived at home and his family went on longer trips, either his mother or the housekeeper packed for him.

He whined about having to pack light, but I pointed out that I had a sore shoulder and my own stuff to carry, and he was only allowed to bring as many bags as he could manage by himself.

"If you can't carry it from the car to our room, you can't bring it," I said. "Besides, you know we're going to leave with way more stuff than we arrive with, and you're going to have to be responsible for that, too."

He had the grace to look embarrassed. "That's true. I mean, I might want to shop a little."

"Only a little?"

"I'll try to behave myself."

I didn't entirely believe him about the shopping, with good reason as it turned out, but I will give him credit for succeeding in keeping his luggage to one suitcase and one small bag.

Once we'd finished with that, Yuri stayed upstairs and called his mother while I worked on dinner. I don't know what they talked about, but by the time he joined me in the kitchen for some chicken and vegetables and steamed rice, he was looking exceptionally pleased with himself.

That's when he informed me where we were going to be staying.

On Saturday night, when he first suggested we should stay in a hotel, I was picturing something like an EconoLodge, like the sort of low-budget place where my mom and I stayed the few times we visited some old university friends of hers up in Britechester. I was not at all expecting the high-class address he programmed into our car's GPS after we’d concluded our big shopping adventure this afternoon.

When we got there, I thought it was a mistake, until he told me, "Drive up to the curb in front of the entrance and wait."

I wasn't sure what we were supposed to be waiting for, but it didn't take long for me to find out. A guy in a uniform that looked like it was straight out of a film set in the fifties came out and waved for me to roll down my window. I did, and he asked me for the keys.

Slightly panicked, I looked over at Yuri in the passenger's seat. "Why does he want the keys?"

"It's courtesy parking," Yuri said. "He'll bring our luggage in, too."

"Really?"

"Get out of the car, and let him do his job. We can check in, and by the time that's done, our stuff will be inside, and we can get someone to take it up to our room."

"I can carry—“

"Victor, get out," Yuri said, looking amused. "It'll be fine. Trust me."

I hopped out of the driver's seat, and gave Uniform Guy a thumbs up. "Try not to scratch the paint," I said, and grinned at him.

He didn't seem to find me entertaining.

Yuri came around the front of the car and did his best to hustle me away from it and from Uniform Guy. "Come on. You can at least try to be a gentleman and walk me in."

"Uhh... right," I said.

I tried to position my arm like I'd seen men do in movies. It must've been right, because Yuri slipped his own arm under mine and rested his hand on the inside of my elbow.

He smiled up at me. "Very nice. You've been paying attention to all the historical romances we've been enjoying."

"You've been enjoying," I corrected. "I just sit there and watch them with you as an excuse to cuddle."

He laughed. "Why am I not surprised?"

Inside, I had to make a conscious effort not to stand there and gawk at everything like the uncultured idiot I am. If I’d thought the courtesy parking guy looked like he came from a movie, I’d just found the movie set. The place was gorgeous, and every centimetre seemed to exude class. I felt awkward and out of place, not to mention underdressed. People who come to places like this probably don’t wear sneakers and hoodies when they show up.

“Yuri, can we afford this?" I asked, already kind of worried about what the answer would be.

"Us, personally? No, but my parents can. When I explained to Mama that we needed to get away for a few days, she suggested we should stay here, and she said we could put it on the corporate account."

"Really? Is she going to get in trouble for that?"

"I hope not. She's good at circumventing Papa's ridiculous rules, though, so I think it'll be okay,” he said. “By the way, she said she's going to come here and see us before we leave. She wants to talk to us about something.”

"I'm not sure how I feel about that, honestly," I said.

"I still don't understand why you're so afraid of her."

"Because she's scary?"

"Why does everyone think my mother is scary? Seiji and Taka have both said that about her, too."

"I can't speak for them, but for me it's how she looks at me, like she's constantly analyzing me and looking for reasons why she shouldn't like me."

"She does that to everyone," Yuri said. "Don't worry. She likes you."

"She does?”

That was news. I wouldn’t have suspected that Rei Okamoto liked me in the least, if all I had was her demeanour toward me to base it on.

“Mama isn’t always good at showing how she feels,” Yuri said. “But, she does like you. She told me yesterday that she appreciates you for taking care of me. Almost as well as she could, she said, and coming from her, that’s high praise.”

“Wow. That’s… unexpected,” I said, slightly stunned by the revelation.

By that point, the lady at the front desk was finished with the guest ahead of us, and it was our turn to check in. I marvelled at how easily Yuri handled everything, calmly explaining that there should be a reservation made under the corporate account of Okamoto Electronics, his parents’ company. The lady at the desk told him it’d be “the usual room” and handed him a key card. She gave him some information about room service, the pool and fitness facilities, and on-site entertainment, all of which sounded awesome to me.

“Enjoy your stay,” she said

“Thank you. I’m sure we will.”

“You’re not even impressed by this, are you?” I said, once Yuri came back to where I was waiting with our bags, which had been brought in by Uniform Guy, just like he said they would be.

“Maybe not as impressed as you are,” Yuri said. “But, this isn’t exactly an everyday occurrence for me either, you know. Hana and I didn’t always get to travel with our parents like Yuki does. More often than not, we got left behind at home with the housekeeper and our tutor.”

“But, you’ve been here before and you know what to say and do. I didn’t even know about the parking.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “Let’s go to our room, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“I’m kind of nervous about our room,” I confessed. “Like, I’ll probably be scared to touch anything.”

“I know there’ll be one thing in our room you won’t be scared to touch.” He gave me a cheeky little grin.

“Is someone trying to tell me that he wants to play?”

“Someone might be doing that, yes," he said. "Oh, did I mention our room has a hot tub?”

“An actual hot tub? In our room?”

“Mm-hmm, and I think we should take full advantage of it, don’t you? If we’re going to be hiding out at an expensive hotel, we might as well make the most of it.”

“And you want to play in the hot tub first.”

“I do.” He squeezed my arm. "We can revisit all the spots that made it so much fun yesterday morning, and see if it’s just as fun in water.”

"I want to know what you did with Yuri," I teased him. "My Yuri isn't usually this forward, so you must be somebody else."

"It's definitely me," he said. "I just never realized we could get that result without doing something neither of us is comfortable with. I liked it."

“Judging by the fact that you want to try again so soon, I’d say you more than liked it.”

“What can I say? You obviously have a talent for pleasing me.” He tugged me gently toward the stairs. “Now, come on. You’re not allowed to keep me waiting any longer.”

I laughed. “Okay, Mr. Bossy.”

Our room was every bit as impressive as the lobby, and it did indeed have a hot tub. To me, it was more like an apartment than just a room. Other than our bedroom that opened onto a balcony, there was an en suite bathroom, and another connecting door that led into a space with a kitchenette, table and chairs, and a sitting area with a TV. I was incredibly glad Yuri's parents were going to be getting the bill, because renting this place for four nights would probably cost more than two months' rent for our house.

The first thing we did was to change into something more comfortable, and then I decided I needed to document my experience, so I could prove to my family that I actually stayed in a five-star hotel.

Yuri was laughing at me. "Are you taking a selfie right now?"

"Come here and be in the picture with me," I said. "I need to show this to my mom."

"I'm not sure I want your mom to see me in my robe. It's not exactly appropriate."

It was my turn to laugh. "Weren't you the one who was talking all naughty to me down in the lobby a few minutes ago? And now you're worried about my mom seeing you in a robe?"

"I wasn't naughty," he said. "And it's my choice if I don't want to show off my chest to just anybody."

"Pull your robe closed then," I said. "Once we're done, you can show off your cute chest to me. How about that?"

He was blushing furiously, but he folded his robe more closely around himself and obliged my request for a photo. I have to say, he looked adorable.

I texted the picture to my mom with the caption 'Livin' the good life'. I could hardly wait to tell her all about it the next time I talked with her.

We ordered room service for dinner, or I should say Yuri ordered it, and then we watched TV until our food came. The person who brought it left it on a little wheeled cart outside our door. After we were done, we put all the dishes back on the cart and put it in the hallway again. Yuri said someone would come by and collect it later.

I'm not even joking; I felt like I was in some kind of reality show or something. It was so surreal. This was the first time in my entire life that I'd ever done anything like this, and it felt strange, but I guess that's probably because I'm not used to living in luxury.

I'm not sure I could ever get used to this lifestyle. Yuri, though? It was obvious he was in his element. This was the life he'd been born into, and I wondered if he’d ever regretted his choice to try to make it on his own, or if he resents having to do regular things like vacuuming and grocery shopping and packing suitcases for himself, instead of having household staff to do it.

I've never doubted that he's happy with me, but seeing him fitting into the high-class world so effortlessly, I couldn't help wishing I could give him a better life. Not for the first time, I found myself feeling amazed that he thinks I'm good enough for him. He deserves so much that I can't give him, and yet somehow, he wants me anyway.

"Hey," he said, slipping his arms around me from behind and resting his head against my shoulder. "What's wrong?"

For a moment, I didn’t reply. I closed my eyes, letting myself be comforted by the warmth of his small body tucked against my back, and the sweet, calming scent of sandalwood essential oil that always manages to seem simultaneously delicate and masculine, like him.

"I’m okay," I said at last. I placed one of my hands over his and stroked his thumb with mine. "Don’t worry. I was just thinking."

"It couldn't have been about anything good," he said. "You looked really sad all of a sudden. What were you thinking about?"

"Us," I said.

"What about us?"

"I was thinking, I want to be able to give you the kind of life you deserve," I said. "But, I can't, and I'm sorry."

"I don't deserve anything more than any other person. Love and respect and kindness... you give me all those."

"I know, but I mean this." I gestured around at the room. "This is the world you belong in, and I'm so far from this, I might as well be from another planet."

Yuri carefully turned me around, never once breaking contact. Even though he had both hands on me, it was his gaze that held me in place. "Victor, I want you to listen to me, okay? This is important."

"Okay,” I said.

“Your social class doesn’t matter one bit, as far as I’m concerned. I don’t measure people’s value based on that, and you shouldn’t either. I don’t want you to ever doubt your worth because of the way you grew up.”

“But, I don’t have fancy manners like you, and I don’t know about courtesy parking and tutors and which fork you’re supposed to use for salad. I probably couldn’t even afford the salad you’re supposed to use the special fork for.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he repeated. “You can learn most of those things if you want to, and as for the money, that’s irrelevant.”

“How is it irrelevant?” I asked.

“What’s the point of being wealthy if no one loves you or cares for you?”

“Yeah, I guess, but—“

"Have you ever wondered why I call you my treasure?"

"Because I'm important to you?"

"Because you're the person I wished for my whole life and never thought I'd find," he said. “Do you know, I made a thousand paper cranes, wishing for someone who’d love me the way you do.”

“You did?”

“If you make a thousand of them, they’re supposed to bring you health or prosperity or happiness, whichever is your greatest wish. I finished my thousandth one just before I met you.” He smiled softly. “You're rare and beautiful, and you're worth more to me than anyone or anything else in the world.”

"But, I’m just—“

“You’re not ‘just’ anything. You’re everything,” he said “Yes, I'd like to live the kind of lifestyle I grew up with, but if I have to choose between that life and the life I have with you, then I'm always going to choose you. You’re my wealth and my happiness.”

“But, it’d still be nice to have money, right?”

"Yes, but it’s possible to be happy without it," he said. "I love you, and I know you love me, and no amount of money or social status could change that one way or the other."

[misscrimsonflame]

Magnum Opus Chapter 2 has dropped!

Read it on AO3:

Story Summary:

At 16, Yuri Plisetsky was on top of the world. His life couldn’t get better. He won his debut Grand Prix Final, broke a world record, and even destroyed the bald idiot at Worlds (sure he technically lost to Katsudon, but he isn't bothered by that). Yuri Plisetsky is unbeatable. He’s even happy that Katsudon and Viktor are in Russia with him (he would rather die than admit that, of course).

At 17, it all goes to shit.

And at 18? Well, we're here to find out.

Updates weekly on Saturdays or Sundays!

Also: I've made a second story that is a compilation of outtakes and side stories from Magnum Opus that don't make it into the main story. Chapter 1 is up now! Check it out:

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[chibiranmaruchan]

7 of my favourite anime moments for this week (30th December 2019-5th January 2020)

Monday 30th December: Art of fighting (1993)- Ryo and Robert infiltrate the casino to rescue Yuri from Mr. Big.

Tuesday 31st December: Ninja ryukenden (1991)- Ryu and Irene are attacked by monsters in the shop.

Wednesday 1st January: Night warriors: Darkstalkers' revenge (1997-1998)- Felicia meets a human doctor who takes care of her, despite being a darkstalker.

Thursday 2nd January: Don't lose, Makendo! (1995)- Hikari, Mai and Makenko fight against Chukan, Shou and Dinosaur.

Friday 3rd January: Fatal fury: Legend of the hungry wolf (1992)- Yuri visits Terry before his match.

Saturday 4th January: Psychic force (1998)- Burn remembers when he met Keith.

Sunday 5th January: Panzer dragoon (1996)- Kyle thinks about Alita.

Happy new year!

[ayakashiramblings]

Joining... the inari sushi cult with Toichiro Yuri

Meetings will include the following events:

Accepting the blessed gifts of silky tofu and glistening sushi rice.

Bringing inari sushi from various regions.

An inari-sushi making contest!

Passing around the golden inari sushi and sharing honest feelings on the group.

The solemn rule is that to whoever is holding the golden inari sushi will not be interrupted.

You may get wrapped in beancurd skin as punishment but at least not wrapped up in the fuzzy feelings so that you can move along in life easily.

Every third Friday, the members will help solve your inari sushi problems... or more like the kitsune clan's problems.

"Do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and Savior... the tofu? Specifically fried?"

Every second Saturday, everyone stages a kabuki performance on the wonders of, you guessed it, inari sushi!

Plays typically shown are 'Star Wars: The Tofu Returns' and 'Twilight: Loved for Inari-ty'.

Every Sunday, you need to get the sympathetic public to sign a petition demanding that inari sushi should be reward over this 'EXP' Nachi keeps talking about.

The paper... is sorta blank but you will get there.

You may just, you know, be completely naked while he eats you out... I mean, the tofu off your body.

Shizuki is the secretary, but only because he is the only one who can take decent notes. He wouldn't have gotten anywhere considering his relationship with tofu.

On an important side note(s):

Followers are called the Tofu-llers.

The motto is "Give all the tofu tofufill your destiny lost a 1000 years ago!"

Anyone can join--even old men who have lived with their brothers but never once thought of sharing the forbidden fruit... And dipping each piece in wasabi sauce.

Let's just say Gaku won't be happy if his MC is there filming everything.

At least she is cooking the Kitsune... udon.

The first missionary trip was certainly not Toichiro dragging us along to one of his business trips because he would be bored to death.

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Tokyo in Tulsa Master Post

Okay! I went to Tokyo in Tulsa this year and I am happy to say, I will be going next year!! This was my first time, but people told me that the way they had it set up was unusual.

-Below are somethings that happened-

They had different buildings for different things. I personally didn't like this. They had a shuttle that you could travel on for free, but I am not good with directions. Good thing my friend was. Any time we looked around I was right behind him!

Friday

I didn't dress up in my full cosplay There weren't many panels I was interested in and I wanted a good look around. I cosplayed as Uraraka and it was really fun! It's great to see so many people in the same fandom as you.

Friday, I was really nervous and to scared to take photos with people. I did however want a photo with at least one Toga. My wish was granted when this cute bean popped into my line of sight.

I may have been shy to talk to people, but they weren't shy to me. I got many people who said they loved my Uraraka and wanted a photo. This made me really happy! This was my first time cosplaying and it really boost my confidence!!! I gladly took photos with them, I just wish that I had enough guys at the time to ask them for a photo.

Saturday

I dressed in her full uniform! Many people showed up that day. I went to many panels and took several photos.

(The last image has a Bakugou who owns a TicToc I'll put their username at the bottom)

The first panel we went to was My Hero Academia: The Forbidden Episode that was hosted by WhateverGoes. I personally loved their Shigaraki. Their hand was attached to the wig where they could just flip the hand over their face by shaking their head. They had a short game where you could 'date' them, sadly I was still to shy. I didn't get a photo with them either.

The next panel we went to was Bakugou vs Deku UA Games hosted by SquareOneCosplay they actually have a YouTube channel! You should really check it out!!! This was my friend's favorite panel! They had games and prizes, and even included the audience as a whole. At the end of the panel they said that they had extra prizes and that they would love some photos with us. My friend headed to the prizes, but I went straight to their Bakugou with a plan in mind. I got up to them and shook their hand. I made eye contact and somehow was able to say "These prizes are great, but I would like to take you home." They didn't know what to say, but their Uraraka stepped in and told me that they were with them. I took a photo with that Bakugou, but my hand was shaking after realizing what I said. The photo is a little blurry.

I also wanted to ask what makeup they used, but was to nervous and ran back to my friend. He handed the prize he grabbed and it was a card with Bakugou on it.

We went to the Manga Library for a bit and I read The Seven Deadly Sins. I realized that I need to catch up on the anime!!!

We then went to a panel called A hero's trip to the 80's hosted by Asher. Sadly we had to leave that one early as we were hungry and would miss the next panel.

After we ate we realized that we were a little late to the panel You Can Be A Hero Too hosted by Midnight Party Owls. The plan was to just sneak in and sit in the back, but when we got there we say a Bakugou and Deku talking right outside the door. One told the other that they were to pretend that they were late and to stay in character. All while this was happening my small brain was starting to piece together what was happening. They then slammed open the door and I heard a "Bakugou? Deku? You're late!" My friend and knew that if we were to sneak in right after their show of being late, all eyes would be on us. So we didn't go.

We just walked around bought a few things. My friend bought a necklace he didn't want because the vendor had an aggressive marketing strategy and he collapsed under peer pressure. He now has a 40$ dice necklace.

Sunday

I had a plan and we were running late. I couldn't find any ring pops in the store or any vendors.

We went the panel My Hero Academia hosted by Dawn Bennett, Chritopher Wehkamp, and Had Saxton

At first I thought this was going to be like the other panels, but I was pleased to find out I was wrong. The Dub voice actor (season two and onwards) for Aizawa was there! He was really chill and stated that he booked many cons this summer! I was going to get an auto from him, but someone said that they will also be signing things in another open room later. Noticing that we might run out of time we decided to get an autograph later. We never did. I couldn't find them in any rooms.

The last panel we went to was Doki Doki Dating Panel hosted by SquareOneCosplay

I wasn't actually going to this panel until after their amazing BNHA panel. The Bakugou from before was cosplaying Yuri. I told my friend that I was going to propose using the kinder Joy egg I bought. He laughed at me and said that I won't win. We got in the room and when it was Yuri's turn my hand shot up like a bullet. All shyness went out the window. I got chosen and took the third seat. After a few questions I was chosen as the successful blind 'date'. I pulled out my egg and apologized for not having a ring pop. I then proposed to them with a Kinder Joy "because they are the Joy of my life." I sat down after they took the egg and all of the DDLC members took a turn, they went another round. Realising I might loose them to a Toga that won the second round I stood up from the audience and said, " My love do not forsake me. For I have another Kinder egg!" I then handed them my second Kinder Joy. After the panel they went outside to take photos with everyone. I got a group photo!

I then got a photo with Yuri and they got an egg out of their bag to take a photo with me.

Now that all of the panels were done, we couldn't find the voice actor, and with nothing else to do, we did the unspeakable. We went to one of the other buildings. We were going to go to the PO Center, but my friend told me that the artists are actually at an abandoned Hobby Lobby. We went to the Hobby Lobby instead. We both came here with one thing we wanted to buy, and with little to no money left it seemed impossible. My friend found a weapon and got really happy. I wanted either a Bakugou cardboard cutout or action figure. After finding a 45 dollar action figure we wanted to take a look around to see if we could find a cheaper one (I was 5 short). We found someone selling cardboard cutouts, but no Bakugou. While looking around we realized that the things that we bought were actually a lot cheaper here. I found a Bakugou action figure for only 40 dollars. And we went home happy and broke.

This is the account I saw the Bakugou on that I mentioned before.

@ghostboijasper on TicToc

Many other things happened like an Inko being surrounded by BNHA children and things that I heard while fixing my makeup in the bathroom. These are the main things.