#he doesn’t cry because Kim doesn’t return his feelings

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Secret Santa here again! How do you feel about supernatural fics? How about aus in general? Are there historical periods you DON'T want to see? Do you like canon divergence or would you prefer in-universe post canon?

I think I prefer more real-world AUs but I’m definitely open to supernatural (vampires and werewolves my beloved). Canon divergence/post canon/etc. is up to you. I really like AUs that loosely follow the path their relationship takes in canon. Like an arranged marriage AU that starts from convenience, feelings happen, heartbreak happens (then stalking and reconciliation…), etc.

Also don’t be afraid to get real dark with it, there’s just about nothing that’s too dead dove for me lol

I’m not particularly interested in regency AUs because they’re so overdone after Bridgerton, but I love love l o v e Victorian AUs. That’s my special interest subject, like Penny Dreadful style, I fucking love it. Dark and gritty and gothic is my JAM. Underground crime lord Kim taking care of some overseas business ventures in London (drug exports?) and meets Chay who was stranded with his brother when they were kids, parents came over for work, were claimed by consumption, leaving them orphaned. Doing whatever they can to survive. (Nvm I might actually have to write that myself, but you get my drift!)

Tbh I’m not super picky lol

The main thing I don’t like is either of them being like. Overly emotional? To a cartoonish degree? Crying all the time, falling all over each other to apologize and forgive and act like everything is okay without putting in the work for themselves and each other. They’re both very strong, stubborn characters, and I love seeing the way they push each other just as much as I love seeing them work together.

[highvern]

adamas et aurum

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: gross domestic fluff, boyfriend mingyu

Length: ~1.7k

Note: more Drunk Goggles couple bc im beating a dead horse. idk why i do this to myself :) crying :) in :) the :) club :)

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“You owe me a kiss.”

“Oh, do I?”

Mingyu huffs, face covered in sweat, backwards hat matting his hair to his skull, bare chest rose-colored from the fiery sun and swampy humidity. You’ve both spent all morning moving boxes to and fro so he’s about two seconds away from laying down on the floor for a much needed nap. When it came to heavier stuff, Mingyu insisted you stay and start unpacking the necessities so the apartment would at least be somewhat functional around all the mess. He didn’t have the heart to tell you that his shredded patience couldn’t handle any more of your help. Thank god some of the guys are coming over tomorrow to help him with the furniture.

Because of his chivalry, you’ve stayed cool in the AC, humming to the music blasting from a speaker in the kitchen as you work to make the new space a home. All the while Mingyu slaves away to lug in stuff he doesn’t remember either of you owning. 

“Boyfriend tax.”

“Ahhhh,” you nod. 

Jumping up on your toes, you deliver a cartoonishly wet smack on his lips as a thank you for his hard word.

“How’s it going?”

“Bathroom is mostly unpacked but we need to get some bins to organize under the sink. Oh! And the beds made too!” You chirp, turning back to your task of wiping out the cabinets and drawers of your new kitchen. “If you wanna wash up and lay down, I’ll order something to eat.”

“You’re the best.” he sighs, stepping into the space behind you, chest against your back, face tucked into the curve of your shoulder, hands grasping the edge of the counter on each side of your hips. 

“My man works hard, gotta take care of him.” You praise, twisting your neck to drop a kiss to his temple causing you to get a whiff of his sweat.

“Now go shower, you stink.” 

“Hey!” Mingyu objects, face moving over your shoulder so he can look at you. “I’m sorry I’ve been roleplaying as your hot shirtless mover for the last two hours. Bust my butt and this is how you thank me?”

Turning to face him, you tangle your arms around his neck, linking your hands behind his head and pulling him into a bear hug. His palms slide around the sensitive skin of your back, pulling you closer as your shirt sticks to his sweaty chest uncomfortably where you press together. But that doesn’t matter right now. Right now, you’re together, in the new apartment you share, starting the next chapter of your lives.

“Thank you, Mingyu. I love you.” You whisper into his collarbone.

“Damn right.” He mumbles, tilting his head down to drop a sweet peck to your mouth, arms giving a tight squeeze before swatting at your ass as he turns towards the bedroom.

“Hey!”

“Boyfriend tax!” He calls over his shoulder, amusement bubbling in his voice.

Your eyes trail after him, heart swelling as it begins to fully register what you’ve done. He’s here and his name is on the lease next to yours; your matching keys hanging by the door, assigned parking spots downstairs next to each other. Mingyu just went into your shared bedroom, to take a shower in your shared bathroom, and tonight you’ll curl up beside him in your shared bed.

Wonwoo moving in with his girlfriend has been the catalyst for the much needed conversation. Mingyu had essentially been living out of your apartment for months already, only returning to his own place every few days for fresh clothes or to see his friend. When his roommate told him he was planning to move out after their lease ended in four months you simply scoffed at his distress about where to live. 

“You basically live with me anyway.” You mumbled, not thinking about what the statement implied.

“I—,” he gapes. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“I just mean, you already stay here so much anyway.” You grumble, suddenly feeling awkward in his hold.

“Can you just ask me nicely?” He whines. “I wanna be romanced.”

Humoring him, you slide to the floor in front of the couch you two had been draped across. Dropping to one knee, you cup your hands together in a makeshift box like you’re proposing. Your eyes round and brows raise, attempting and failing to give him an earnest expression.

“Kim Mingyu, love of my life, future father of my children, bane of my existence. Will you do me the honor of moving in with me?”

“Bain of your existence?”

“Focus.” You snap your fingers. “Will you move in with me?”

“Duh,” he beams, tackling you to the ground and snaring you in a bear hug as you squeal in delight.

Your friends had warned you about signing a lease together; that no matter how many nights Mingyu stays at your apartment (twenty three in a row is his record), when you call the same place home things will be different. And all of his bad habits won’t change just because he’s living with his girlfriend. If anything they may get worse because it's his home now too and he’s no longer a long staying guest.

You already knew that Mingyu tends to leave the seat up after using the bathroom, and will collapse with laughter if you fall in; that he insists on burying his cold feet under your butt when sitting on the couch, occasionally wiggling his toes just to piss you off; and how he will put the carton of milk back in the fridge even if there's only a drop left no matter how many threats against his person you make.

But Mingyu also sets his alarm ten minutes earlier than needed so he can hold you in bed before starting the day, basking in each others drowsy warmth before braving the world outside the sheets; he frequently insists you sit between his legs on the floor and let him dry your hair after you shower, gently combing his fingers through it, sometimes twisting the locks into messy braids or buns with his clumsy hands; how he’ll surprise you with a candle light dinner, insisting you both dress up even though your sitting at the kitchen table on a Tuesday eating reheated leftovers, just because he can.

No matter how annoying his bad habits are, the good ones are worth their weight and more in gold.

A shockingly girlish shriek shatters your daydream.

Hightailing it to the bathroom, you spot your stark naked boyfriend through the plastic of the shower liner, quivering in the corner of the stall like a leaf blowing in the wind. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Its fucking hot!” He cries, over his shoulder, trying to shield his body from the spray by curling into the tiled wall.

Heaving a sigh of relief and annoyance, you can’t help rolling your eyes as you step towards the front of the tub and twist the faucet, adjusting to a cooler temperature for him so he doesn’t have to stick his arm through the scalding rain.

“Big baby,” you grumble before heading back to the kitchen.

“I heard that!”

“You were supposed to!”

-

Mingyu shuffles into the bedroom, towel draped low on his waist, beads of water falling from his hair to his collarbone as he looks for the duffle bag he packed with clothes for the next few days; but the scene before him stops him in his tracks. The sun from the window casts the room in a buttery yellow, beams of light dappling your figure sprawled on the bed, mouth open slightly and hair a mess around your face. He leans a shoulder against the door frame, tired eyes full of love and mouth lifted in a gentle smile as his soulmate snores quietly a few feet away.

When you asked if he wanted to move in together, Mingyu lacked the self control needed to stop from jumping up and screeching like a kid in a candy store. The thought of living with his favorite person in the world had his heart tremble and his palms sweat. Despite all the oddities and quirks he learned about you in the past two years of dating, almost everyone warned him that you can’t really know someone till you live with them. He thinks the months before today had prepared him for the inevitable annoyances you two would face.

He’s accepted that you leave hair on the walls of the shower that eventually clog the drain, pooling water around his feet when he hops in the stall before work; how you push around takeout boxes and spoiled produce in the fridge for days instead of throwing them out; and that piles of unfolded laundry will sit on the edge of the couch for days on end until one day the planets align and you decide to re-organize your entire closet after folding the wrinkle garments.

Mingyu accepts all of those things because he also knows you like to surprise him by grabbing all the ingredients for a recipe he mentions wanting to try in passing, happily volunteering to be his sous chef and taste tester, insisting you both don the couple aprons his mom got you for Christmas; that when he isn’t feeling well you’ll scratch his back until he falls asleep with his cheek squished on your stomach while you fret over him; how you always wait up for him when he gets ready for bed, glazed eyes opening every few minutes to blink lazily, soft breath tickling the skin between his shoulder blades where your head lays only interrupted by an occasional sleepy kiss on his spine while he brushes his teeth.

His friends mentioned all the ways moving in together will change the way you see each other. But in the two years you’ve been dating, each time your relationship changed it's been for the better. When you two started hanging out on your own and he found his opinion on you shifting completely. When you admitted you liked each other and he learned you were a lot braver than he was. When you two fought for the first time and he realized that as brave as you were, you weren’t invincible. When he said he loved you for the first time by accident and discovered you were just as in this as he was. All the fights that challenged you to understand each other better, the struggles that strained your ability to take care of one another; all of it had changed your relationship but pressure makes a diamond.

A lot like the one he plans to give you when he asks if you want to change your relationship again one day.

[aajjks]

Debt (m)

synopsis. you’re so unlucky that he’s lucky.

warnings. yändērē, sädïstïc bëhävïöür, öbsëssîvë thoughts, öbsëssïön, hê ïs sö ËVÏL, ünhëälthy rëlätïönshïp, yändêrê jk 10x, mäfïä köök, mëntïöns öf kïdnäppïng.

note. HAPPY KNJ DAY! send asks? ENJOY!

“Aren’t you tired of fucking crying all the damn time?”

His words pierce you, how can he be so insensitive to you? He kidnapped you, of course he doesn’t care about your emotions.

He never did.

That’s why you left him.

You only sob harder and don’t look at him, what is the point? His face is the only thing you get to see these days, you feel like you’ll go insane.

“What e-else can I do! P-Please let me go..” your body temperature is burning, you sit on the dirty floor, your clothes are dirty, your heads hurts but this man doesn’t care.

He’s cruel, you hate him.

“Yn. I won’t let you go. So stop fuckin crying, it’s starting to annoy me.” Jungkook groans, you push your head deeper into your lap, he frustrates you to no end, if only you could kill him so you could leave.

“I hate you! I’ll never love you!”

“Do you honestly think that I give a fuck about that? Baby you should know me better.” He tsks, you want to scream from frustration but you can’t.

Because you’re too numb.

“Yn are you seriously that dumb? Huh? Really?” This man makes you want to pull your hair out of your skull, you want to die.

“Yes! I was dumb enough to love you once!”

He tsks again, you roll your eyes as you turn your head in his direction, tilting your body, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Jungkook, sincerely fuck you.”

“Oh but you have, so many times, remember?” He smirks, locking his eyes with yours, you want to wipe that smirk off his face, but you don’t have the energy.

He’s too strong for you.

“We broke up jungkook, get over it. You never deserved me, you lying asshole!” His eyebrows furrow in amusement, you’re entertaining him, oh he’s so sick.

“You broke up with me, baby I never did so it’s not over until I decide it is.” He folds his arms, the tattoos so visible, he’s sitting on that chair so comfortably while you’re on the cold hard ground.

“And you even had the audacity to try to replace me in your life, it makes me laugh at how you think I can be replaced, baby.” You notice him grit his teeth.

Oh now he’s the one that’s getting frustrated?

You want to laugh, he is such a narcissistic person, he thinks he’s so special to you, he was, once. But not anymore.

“What’s his name? Kim Namjoon, eh?”

You scoff, “what a fuckin stalker you are, Jungkook.”

“Of course. You are mine. I kept my eye on you every single day. My men did some digging and guess what, turns out that your boyfriend is in debt.”

“I know everything yn.”

He stands up, while you gasp in shock. You watch him walk towards you, his black shiny shoes hit the surface, his eyes never leave yours for a minute.

“W-What?! You’re a liar, why would you think that I’d believe you?”

He leans down infront of you, matching your level, “I never lie when it comes to you yn.” He looks at you with intensity. “You know that.”

“So, him and I had a little conversation. I approached him of course. And… let’s just say, you are a very unlucky woman in love.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes.

“But I’m lucky, guess what baby. We had a deal. I offered him humbly to clear up his debt and… in return for my favour to him…”

You don’t like this at all, you know this expression of his soul too well, his lips curl up into a smug smile, his eyes are twinkling, yet a dark hue covers them, oh you’re so in trouble.

“I get you back, forever.”

You let out a sob, you finally let it out, Jungkook doesn’t try to comfort you, he just watches you, “n-no…”

“Oh yes baby. Looks like he sold you. And I put my price on you.”

He chuckles, a sadistic cruel bastard.

“And now you’re mine forever, baby. Forever this time.”

[stardew-shitposterino]

Stardew Valley Bachelors and whether I think they’d be dom, sub or switch

Hehe ok idk this just came to mind. This refers to whether they like to be in charge, be on the receiving end or enjoy both. I’m not too familiar with bdsm kink stuff so this is mostly very vanilla 🤷🏼‍♀️ I’m not the kind of person to provide you with that soz

Content warning: filth lmfao MINORS DNI

Sam:

-switch, loves to sub though

-bro is weak in his knees when you take charge

-loves when you whisper sweet nothings paired with dirty filth into his ear

-call him a good boy please

-he doesn’t like being treated like a slut, so no insults please, it doesn’t do anything for him except make him cry. You gotta praise him so he can thrive

-when he tops, he will feel so powerful and grin like a fool the entire time. He’s almost too cute to be taken seriously

-Loves kissing every inch of your body and leaves hickeys if you let him

Sebastian:

-sub, big fat sub

-he tries taking the lead every once in a while, but he isn’t feeling that role

-likes receiving oral a lot, he’d be fine only ever doing that tbh (will finger you in return or suck you off)

-he whimpers into your ear when you tell him to

-btw, he likes when you tell him what he should do

-Thinks it’s sexy when you treat him like Bowser treats Luigi in the Mario movie (don’t ask me why I chose that as an example)…so TEASE HIM

-if you can, wear some sexy e-girl ensemble for him. It will have him come before you even touch him

Harvey:

-switch, but I have a feeling he is especially hard for you when you take charge

-loves being teased

-give him praises and sweet romantic gestures

-loves when you’re a gentle dom, will be a gentle dom when he takes charge

-oddly enough, he likes when you call him daddy. He didn’t initially like it, but when you started saying it, he lost his cool and melted in your hands

-hold his hand when you make love (yes that’s right, this man doesn’t fuck, he’s too pure for that)

Elliott:

-dom or switch…switch who likes to take charge? Yeah sounds right

-he is a man of great romantic gestures, so expect him to want to pamper you in bed as well

-enjoys seeing and hearing that what he does makes you feel good

-coos sweet nothings in your ear like a pro

-“that’s right, does this make you feel good, my love? You feel so good around me. Come for me, darling, will you?”

- when you take charge, he will enjoy whatever you decide to do. He finds the gesture of you wanting to reciprocate arousing enough

-…treat him like a princess though…you don’t have this from me but he’d never admit to liking that lol

Shane:

-switch that loves to be dom, but when you are the dom for once …MAMA 😩

-said with the wise words of Kim Petras “treat me (him) like a slut”

-bro loves being a strong lead, aka he’s VERY passionate and will show you how much he wants you

-he eats you out like 👏🏻 a 👏🏻 champ 👏🏻 (he loves giving oral so much, but especially eating 🐱)

-when you take charge, he wants you to ride him so badly please do it! It will make him into putty underneath you

-my man growls, groans, moans. He is VERY vocal and his deep voice makes it extremely sexy

-will whisper utter filth into your ear and will enjoy it even more when you do the same for him

Alex:

-DOM💀

-will sub every once in a while if mandatory

-loves seeing you all happy and mischievous when you give him pleasure, buuuut he prefers being in charge

-He will treat you like a prince/ess, does everything in the books to make you have a great time

-he worships your body. No matter what you have going on, he will make sure you know that he loves every bit of it

-he’s not the poet type, so don’t expect him to be very creative when it comes to vocal stuff

-will try out the wildest positions with you though because he loves showing off how strong and flexible he is. But at the end of the day, he loves nothing more than the tried and true missionary position 🤷🏼‍♀️ he wants to see you underneath him and hold your hand

[hippolotamus]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🪩

tagged by the always lovely and talented @dangerpronebuddie 🔪 @loveyouanyway 💔 @diazsdimples 💖 definitely go read their snips!

Thanks to some prodding from James (and inspo from the tune that goes with this scene) Mirrorball fic has made a return (*chants to self* please stay, please stay, please stay) This scene happens way after anything posted so far. Nonetheless, master list of snippets and lore here. Bon appetit or whatever

Chim taps on the screen, opening Buck’s message and lets out a disbelieving huff. He scrubs at his chin, occasionally flicking his gaze up to Buck then back down to his phone. This goes on for what must be a solid minute before Buck’s curiosity and impatience get the best of him.  “What?”  Chim pockets his phone and looks at Buck, really looks at him. A piercing and disarming stare that makes him squirm, and not in a good way. It’s not often that this side of Chim shows up. The part that’s more like an older brother, loving and caring for Buck even when he probably doesn’t want to. Buck knows he should be more grateful, but right now he really hates it. He wishes Chim would go back to teasingly calling him a dumbass about whatever ridiculous thing he did or said.  “I know you’re not asking me that right now. Like, I’ve always known you weren’t the brightest sometimes, but jeez, Buckaroo, I didn’t think you were this stupid.” Buck resolutely stares at his shoes, at the album covers and other kitschy knick knacks decorating Chim’s small office, at the imaginary dirt under his fingernails. Anywhere but at the man in front of him. “Have you tried talking to him, Buck? Like actually talking to him.” “No need,” Buck sniffs, aiming for nonchalant and missing by a mile. “He made it pretty clear how he feels about things. About us.” He crosses his arms defensively and bites the inside of his cheek. He’s done crying over Eddie. (Okay, he’s not, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let himself do it in front of Chim.) “You don’t think that maybe there’s a chance-” “I don’t have anything to say to him!” He curls his hands into fists, digging the nails into his palm. “And there isn’t a damn thing he could say that I wanna hear from him right now. Or ever.” Nothing except I’m sorry, I was wrong. I fucked up and I didn’t mean it. I love you.  “He made his choice and now I have to deal with that. Because I still have shit to do. If this is how I choose to make sense of it all in my head, Chim, then so be it. So.” His breaths are ragged and shallow, his voice trembling. He swipes away the tears beginning to escape before they can roll down his cheek. “Are you going to do this for me or not?” Chim studies him for a moment and Buck thinks he’s about to get an earful. Except he doesn’t.  “Yeah.” Chim sighs, clapping him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Buckaroo. I’ll take care of it.”

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[stariikis]

you above all? | kim sunoo | sad ending pt

synopsis ; though there has been a tangible tension between you and debut-ready sunoo for a while now, things start to crumble when he asks you to break up with him. do you accept the fate laid out before your eyes, or do you decide to fight for this love? can you do it with a broken heart?

SAD ENDING

your lips trembling, you open your mouth to ask, why, but not a sound comes out of your mouth. it’s almost pathetic, the way you fumble for words not even present in your mind. after a while, you give up. it’s no point anyway. you have a nauseating feeling you know what all this is about. 

who are you to disagree with your boyfriend’s wishes? 

he’s always been there for you. he’s always been your pillar of support in the roughest of times and hardest of moments. when you need a shoulder to cry on, he’s always around. who are you to not be the same person back, to not comply with what he thinks is right? 

if he wants to break up for the sake of his reputation, you fear you’ll never be able to deny him the peace he hopes for. if he’s worried about his future, you are too. it’s the least you can do in return for all that he’s done for you. 

it’ll be fine, even through the heartbreak and the tears bound to come the moment he walks out of your life. 

you knew this day was coming, and yet you still kept this tinge of false hope. was it to sate your empty soul, or was it because of the promises sunoo made late in the night, the dozens of interlocked pinkies and gentle cheek kisses? the memory, sharp in your mind, makes you wince. would all that have been a lie, then? 

your vision finally clears for a brief moment, and you take one last look at sunoo.

glossy eyes over a sheet-white complexion. he looks like he’s about to be sick, but at the same time you know he’s trying to carry himself to seem as if he’s the stronger one in the room. you catch his gaze waver when you look at him.  

he really, really doesn’t want this, and somehow this soothes you. 

it makes your decision immensely easier. 

“i’m sorry,” you hear a faint whisper as you walk towards the door. 

instead of responding, you dip your head, nodding before walking out and shutting the door behind you for the last time. it’s only then, when you allow your suppressed tears to leak out in a torrent of pain and regret. 

it’s been a long time coming, but it hurts more than i could ever imagine. 

masterlist

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

half past five high - chapter 5 (beginning of the end)

pairing: joshua x fem!reader || mingyu x fem!reader (ft. a brief appearance of jeonghan)

genre: angst, smut. minors dni.

warnings: heartbreak, arguments, making out, biting, hair pulling, dry humping, cursing, toxic relationship, slapping, infidelity, drama, slutshaming

word count: ~1.9k

summary: it’s all fun and games until everything comes crashing down like a tower made of paper cards.

Author’s note: yes it has returned from the war - huge thank you to @himbocoups (“if I were him i'd send that giant block of steel flying straight at yn”), @flowerwonu (”bro i wouldnt even give myself a second chance”), @playmetheclassics (”i mean, its hard to think with anything else when its mingyu”) and @dkakapizzaboy​ (”Can you write me as a character and I can be Shua’s new love interest because I love him and I’m crying”) for proofreading and reviewing this chapter 💕

series taglist:  @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu @husbandhoshi @wonwoosthetic @boowanie @billboard-singer @gaebestie @aurumness@xrubyrosesx @lovelyhan @himbocoups @playmetheclassics @dkakapizzaboy

unable to tag: @jaeyux @chwebychew

© multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translating without permission allowed.  

Your nerves are still buzzing, the mess that Mingyu created last night has fully gotten to your head and it isn’t coming out of your system any time soon.

Your hands are deeply threaded in your hair as you tug at the roots in frustration, anxiously pacing in the room.

God, you hated this, you hated Mingyu, you hated yourself, you hated everything.

An apocalypse could happen around you, but you would still ignore everything because right now, your mind revolves around Kim Mingyu.

You can’t even remember that your phone is still downstairs, on the garden table, to be specific - where Joshua is still enjoying his breakfast, trying to organize his schedule.

He takes a sip of his coffee, when your phone buzzes repeatedly as your Instagram notifications go off.

Joshua is always mindful of privacy and he has absolute faith in you - but seeing Mingyu’s Instagram handle pop up on your screen makes his skin itch.

His curiosity and newfound insecurity get the better of him and he unlocks your phone (putting his birthday as your password isn’t always the best idea), checking your conversations with Mingyu.

mingyu_k: you’re a damn bitch y/n

mingyu_k: this is all ur fault

mingyu_k: ditching me for a pretty boy and a pretty ring

He makes the mistake of scrolling upwards, reading some of the messages Mingyu has sent you in the past, the majority of them vulgar and depraved, expressing his primal urges - sometimes with nudes.

To his dismay, he sees a lot of your pictures, some dressed ones and some nudes, often reciprocating Mingyu’s whore tendencies.

He closes Instagram, setting the phone down and he runs his hands over his face, gripping his nape. His eyes are wide and his breathing is getting quicker and unsteady, panic overcoming his senses.

He doesn’t remember when was the last time he felt like that - utterly betrayed, scorned and mad as fuck.

You, his precious angel, his beautiful girl, cheating on him with the one person he hates the most.

And he finds out right after proposing to you.

God, he feels so fucking stupid.

He hears your quick footsteps from the stairs and he tries to compose himself when you appear within his field of vision again.

"Where are you off to?" He asks, noticing you have already changed into some sweats and a pair of sneakers.

"I…need to settle some business from…yesterday," you mutter, picking your phone and putting it in your purse, the keys of your car tight in your hand.

"Y/N?" Joshua calls you before opening the door to leave.

"Yeah?"

A beat of silence.

"Hope you'll have a good day, angel."

You just nod with a strained smile, closing the door behind you and you rush to your car, revving up the engine to drive away, your destination - Mingyu's apartment.

“Do you have any fucking idea of what you did last night or do I have to come over and punch some goddamn sense into your pretty head?”

“I would appreciate it if you could not scream into my ear first thing in the morning,” Mingyu groans, rubbing his forehead, the alcohol in his system still in effect.

“Oh, I’m sorry for causing his Majesty a headache because he’s a pro shit stirrer!” Jeonghan angrily yells into the phone.

“Okay fine, stop yelling! Just…tell me what happened already!” Mingyu whines, pouring himself a glass of water.

“What happened is that the ladies you picked up from the club last night are all over the fucking internet, whoring out with YOU in YOUR house and MY club and the place is now swarming with goddamn paparazzis!”

“Wait- what?”

“You fucking heard me!” Jeonghan barks, “You better get your ass over here and clean up the mess you and your dick have made before I call my lawyer!”

“Fuck, hyung, just- give me a goddamn minute!” Mingyu yells from the other end of the line while trying to put on a pair of sweats and answer the furiously ringing doorbell.

“Shit- coming!” He rushes to the door and opens it in a haste. His expression turns stone cold when he sees you standing right on his doorstep.

“Jeonghan hyung, I gotta go,” he merely responds on the phone and blatantly ignores the older man spitting curses, ending the call and sliding his phone in the pocket of his sweats.

“Seems like everyone is scheming to push trouble towards me today,” he comments, irony laced in his voice.

“Not really needed, since you’re the firstborn of trouble!” you spit back, slamming the door shut as you walk into the apartment.

“Hey, that’s my door and my fucking apartment, so watch it!” he growls at you.

“Or what? What are you gonna do about it, Mingyu? Yell at me some more and then go cause more trouble and bring more people into it? Because you excel in it!” you sneer.

Mingyu grips your arms and pushes you back on the heavy door, his eyes seething with rage.

“At least I’m not fucking around with people and deciding to put a ring on my hand when things get boring all of a sudden.”

“How dare you?!” You yell right into his face, but he slams his lips on yours to shut you up. He tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth and you whine as you try to wiggle your arms out of his iron-like grip.

“I’ve told you before - We’re made of the same shitty material, darling.”

“But you’re way more fucked up than I am,” You slide one of your arms out of his hand and thread it into his hair, forcefully yanking his head back.

“Not the case anymore, love,” Mingyu chuckles dryly, “I’m just here to fuck around - You’re the real homewrecker in this little game.”

He runs his teeth over your slightly exposed shoulder and bites down on your soft skin, his sharp canines leaving two very visible dents behind.

Him and his fucking teeth, you moan and Mingyu takes it as a green light to rub himself all over your crotch. You can feel the outline of his cock through his sweats right on top of your cunt and you swear your sanity is already starting to slip away.

“Always so fucking pliant and weak for me,” He licks over the spot, “Ready to drop everyone and everything for me, even if you’re not my first choice.”

Your breath is hitched in your throat as you realize the meaning of his words and you pull yourself away from him, slapping him across his face.

“Fuck you, Kim Mingyu,” you scream at his face, “You think this is all a game to you, huh?!”

“Who are you to judge?!” He yells back, “You had every single ounce of strength to ignore me but you decided to think with your pussy instead of your brain!”

He slams his hand on the door right next to your face, making you flinch.

“Just because you let me in your pants doesn’t mean I’m the one controlling them,” He firmly states and you push his hand away, turning on your heel to leave his apartment in a rush.

Your feet carry you all the way down to the entrance of the apartment block and you get into the car, slamming the door shut.

You let your pent up feelings get the better of you and you scream on top of your lungs, repeatedly hitting the steering wheel.

“God, I’m such a fucking loser.”

You close the door behind you, sliding down on the tiled floor, tears freely staining your face.

You feel stupid - You thought you could have played with Mingyu and you actually thought you could win this game.

Well fucking joke’s on you.

“You’re back.” Joshua’s voice snaps you out of it and you get up from the floor, walking towards the kitchen to find him leaning against the counter, his steel suitcase right next to him.

“Josh? What is this?” You wipe your face, glancing towards the suitcase, “A-Are you leaving on a trip?”

“The truth is.” He clears his throat, “I never really left, Y/N. I was always here - even if not physically, you were always in my mind, we were always in my mind.”

“I d-don’t understand-”

“Why were you at his house?”

You freeze.

“What? What are you talking-”

“Please, for the love of God, Y/N - Just don’t play dumb with me,” his tone is sour and upset, stabbing you like a well-sharpened knife.

“I….I’m-” You open up your mouth, but you feel your words die down in your throat when you feel his hand brush your hair back to reveal the teeth marks left by Mingyu, a small scoff echoing from his lips.

“....How long?”

“Joshua…”

“I said…How long?” Joshua repeats the question, a bit louder this time.

“.....Since Paris.” you admit and he steps away, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Are you fucking serious, Y/N? Him?”

“Shua, it was a mistake-”

“Something that happens repeatedly isn’t a mistake anymore, it’s a choice,” he retorts sternly, visibly struggling to keep his temper in check.

A beat of silence passes and you swallow thickly, a fresh stream of tears rolling down your cheeks.

"You know…It's really ironic how you've been lying right into my face like that, but for some sick and twisted reason, I still want to fight for this relationship, the time we spent together, Y/N.....I just love you so fucking much that it sickens me to know you fuck that damn manwhore - God, he doesn't even know what love is-"

"Maybe he wasn't given the chance to l-"

"So you decided to be that chance? You really thought you could teach that arrogant, selfish, destructive asshole how to love - right in this damn house, OUR house?"

"Joshua, I-"

"I honestly don't know who's the more stupid out the two of us, Y/N. I really don’t." Joshua cuts you off, “All I know is that I hate myself for not realizing sooner.”

“Joshie, wait!” You move from your spot when you see him grabbing his suitcase, ready to walk out of the door.

“For how long, Y/N? I’ve waited for so damn long already,” he replies nonchalantly, his words utterly devoid of emotions.

“I can still fix this, we can talk this out - I just…Just give me a chance and I promise you, I will fix everything!” you plead, your hands holding his wrist, tears welling up in your eyes again.

“That’s exactly the problem, Y/N - you’re still making this about you. Not us.” He gives you a strained smile and he lets go of your hands, opening the door and stepping out.

“I will stay at a hotel downtown for a few days,” he informs you, “I believe it should be enough time for you to decide what you really want.”

These are the last words he says before closing the door shut behind him.

It feels like the air in the room has turned colder and the walls have gotten gloomier within those split seconds of Joshua leaving, but the realization of his absence hasn’t reached your rational parts of your brain yet.

The emotional ones, however, are wide awake and you wish they weren’t - you wish it was all a bad dream and if you pinch yourself, you’ll just wake up in your king sized bed, right next to Joshua.

But the bad dream is the reality you have to face now - the very one you shaped with your own two hands, unbeknownst to the man you’re supposed to love and cherish.

The fucking irony.

[kadextra]

after my previous post, I decided to read ahead of the manhwa now bc I can’t wait!!! and I kinda feel like writing down some liveblog thoughts here while doing it :D

here we go, starting from chapter 184

[ MAJOR SPOILERS!!!!! DO NOT CLICK if you haven’t ever read before. I’m so serious its a lot of spoilers. pls just ignore this and scroll on ]

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ummm dokja saying “oh this scenario will be fine! don’t worry i’m prepared this will be problem-free & so very easy haha :)” + getting all emotional about his friends is setting off my red flag senses so hard. dokja you still have the fate message praying on your downfall….

dokja I’m scared. Dokja I Don’t Like This

ah. hah. the demon king guy is literally dead on the floor 🧍awesome

damn I knew this couldn’t be trusted and some plot twist would happen it was never going to be that simple. someone has to take the position now. I hate you nebulaes how about you catch these hands

OH NO JOONGHYUK?? YOU STUPID IDIOT STOP

my boys are fighting o(-(

yo wait turns out the world won’t reset even if he regresses??? but still :( he won’t be able to see this to the end and will get stuck back in the loop :(( joonghyuk has changed so much from the start and I’ve grown to like him a lot he doesn’t deserve this I’ll cry

OF COURSE DOKJA GONNA SACRIFICE HIMSELF INSTEAD. ITS HIS FAVORITE HOBBY!

dokja’s self reflection of how the reason he survived all the tragedies in his life is bc of TWSA & watching how joonghyuk never gave up…. the whole “it’s because you saved me so now it’s my turn to save you” from a person directed to their favorite character and their favorite story which was their life companion…. honestly I don’t quite have words to describe the way these lines make me feel. it’s just profound and deeply relatable

gilyoung my poor son he doesn’t want his hyung to die 😭

sighs it’s too late. at least demon king dokja looks cool…. now the wings fanart I’ve seen in passing makes sense…..

he’s a goner

I am going to be completely honest. I genuinely expected to be reading more of an epic shounen-style final battle where he uses all the cool corrupted demon powers and maybe goes a little wacky because that’s usually what happens in stories when the protagonist unlocks an evil power and has to fight his friends. NOT THIS????????

the situation has zero hope and he is just standing there one sidedly taking hits from his friends who are forced to kill him. while guiding them on how to do it. smiling and offering them words of encouragement. this is so devastating I feel sick

URIEL MY BABY seeing her cry is the worst it’s torture

of course his stigma is called sacrificial will

STOP

THAT ARTWORK

THEY ARE HIS LOVED FAMILY…… HE LOVES THEM ALL N JOONGHYUK WAS YHR PERSON HE LOVED MOST I CALLED IT I want to hit something

im full on crying now

all the constellations messages of they don’t wish for his death I’m not strong enough

reading this feels like getting ripped apart limb by limb

NO WAY THE FVGTIFJFJCKN HELD BY THE NECK THING RETURNS A THIRD TIME LIKE THIS??? STOOOPPPPPPPP

uriel T-T

he died

demon king of salvation

need to just lay here for a bit

ok I’m back joonghyuk is disassociating from the grief. relatable

“What if Yoo Joonghyuk went back and there was no Kim Dokja? or what if Kim Dokja never acted like this again? Yoo Joonghyuk was afraid of something for the first time.”

“He met Kim Dokja in his third regression and they became companions. Then he lost Kim Dokja”

he cares for him so much

a scenario without dokja.

whag did I just read

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UGH that was so good. emotional damage was an understatement now I get why ppl were warning me

why did I decide to do this in the middle of the night…. I need to stop now I’m tired but how am I going to sleep? im haunted with thoughts

it’ll take a bit longer for the manhwa to adapt this part but I’m honestly really glad I continued reading and got to imagine it all myself in detail first- it hit so hard. I’ll let it sit and take a few days break before I continue. excited to see how they adapt it into drawings and cry all over again cause this wound ain’t healing for a while

I have the need to recommend this story to all my friends and family

oh right!!!!

the other day I went through youtube animatics & saved some that I could watch when finishing certain chapters into a note (thank goodness most put a warning of when to watch in the first few seconds!)

since I finished 188, I get to watch this one :D

I just watched it

I cry myself to sleep

[t3kandson]

Triple Threat

Word count, 2,062

Fandom; DKB, A.C.E. & The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Lee Donghun, Reader X Yang Heechan & Reader X Kim Sunwoo

All Character; Lee Donghun, Yang Heechan, Kim Sunwoo, Lee Hyunjae & Moon Kevin.

Warning; Angst, Slight Jealousy, Threesome, Rope Play, Edging, Fingering, Oral (Receiving), Degrading, Spanking, Public Sex, Trichophilia & Voyeurism,

Notes, Chapter 7/10 Earlier Chapters Here.

Series written for @lidongsa

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

The ropes around your wrist burned as he chuckled to your attempt to break free. Being tied up and unable to move was beginning to drive you crazy as Donghun’s fingers assaulted you. His devilish expression told you he was enjoying torturing you too much. Heechan’s tongue helping him along as you threw your head back crying as his wet muscle fucked into you. Donghun and Heechan together in your bed was even more unbearable and you avoided having all three of them. Because adding Sunwoo to the mix would be the end of your life, you knew that.

However, you surviving Donghun’s and Heechan’s tag team was something you still couldn’t work out. Donghun’s desire for Dominance and Heechan’s desire for Edging you broke you every time.

Each time Heechan feels your orgasm peeking, his tongue slipped from you, Donghun’s fingers following. Your stomach was coloured in blemishes from there markings made between them both.

“Oh princess look at you looking all fucked out,” Donghun teased, his fingers rolling the bud of your nipple. “Just say the word and we’re let you cum,” Heechan tortured. Holding the Wand he placed it on the lowest setting and presses it to your clit. Cry’s as you pulled on the rope the burn bits. “Say the words Sweetheart,” Heechan coos. You can only moan in ecstasy, your hips thrusting up against the vibrater. Once again it’s taken away as you feel the frustration burn. “I don’t think she likes this game,” Donghun chuckles. “Isn’t that right princess your a whore who just wants cock?” He says squeezing your cheeks beneath his fingers, pressing his lips roughly to yours. Tongue slipping through as you feel him get lost in the kiss. Heechan brings you back down, the wand returning on a higher setting. “Fuccckkkkkk,” you cry breaking your lips from Donghun. “No I think the words please baby let me cum sweetheart,” Heechan mocks.

“Let me cum,” you cry out, but he hasn’t finished his fun as the settings go on to high. You thrash in the bed not caring about the burn around your wrists and ankles. “Sorry I lied,” he chuckled as tears pool from your eyes. Donghun’s suction around your breasts has you scream so loud that your sure your neighbours will complain. Thighs shaking, your orgasm builds just for Heechan to Pull the wand away. Your core is burning as much as your rope burns are. The frustration and sensitive feeling overwhelm you as you cry humping the air to their laughter.

“Your like a dog princess, our very own Bitch,” Donghun mocks slapping your thighs that the sting does Little to calm your heart down.

“Because your such a good Bitch I let you have our cocks but you can’t come till we’ve both filled you up,” Heechan says smirking.

Ropes untied and Both their dicks are out as the pair pump themselves off, making you dribble almost at the view. Heechan slips between your legs as Donghun moves his to your hand with yours open to palm him. Pumping his cock, you feel Heechan slide himself in stilling while he lifts your legs over his shoulders to make it go in further. The feeling of his tip rubbing against your cervix is driving you crazy as you feel your walls quiver around him.

He thrusts in a crazy rushed speed that has your orgasm tether once more. When he feels you close, he stills chuckling to your frustration. “Rules sweetheart, I have to come first and then DongDong,” he coos as Donghun speeds his thrusts into your palm at the sound of his pet name.

Your cry’s is music to his ears as it doesn’t take long before he gives in spilling cum deep inside of you. “I’ve lubricated her for you,” Heechan pants winking at Donghun as his eyes widen lost in lust.

“On all fours,” Donghun growls and you obey. Stinging from the slap Donghun’s given you, you wait almost impatiently, your ass wiggling in the air. You feel his wet muscle drag up your heat following to your ass cheek as he bites one. Slowly he pushes into you as you cry into the mattress from the stretch that is still hard to get use to. He soon starts his pace, slowly torturous yet heavy that is rubbing against your sweet spot. The feel frustrating you as you fight to hold the high threatening.

His kisses on your back between thrusts is heavenly as his hand reaches to cup your breasts. As his speed increases he pulls on your arms holding you up as he slams himself into you relentlessly. His grip on your arms is hurting but it excites you as you can’t help but chase your orgasm. Your walls hugging around his shaft has him moan as you break the rules exploding around him.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head as he doesn’t relent fucking himself into his orgasm adding his paint to Heechan’s. He collapses on you as you fall in to the mattress panting as you fight for air. “Oh your such a naughty Bitch Cuming before our DongDong,” Heechan scolds and you know you’re be punished by him next time.

You arrive at Sunwoo’s after he couldn’t leave due to some assignment he was working on with Kevin and Hyunjae. Sunwoo pulls you in slipping his tongue into your kiss to Hyunjae’s whistles. “It’s going to take a long time before I can get use to this,” Kevin scoffs as you raise your eyebrow to him. “What when you was the one that brought me a dress to seduce him,” you bit out as Hyunjae pushed him sniggering. “She is right Moon,” he said as Kevin put his hand out. “Yeah so she could take him so I didn’t have to put up with him. Which she failed as she’s banging him with two others now so we are never getting rid of him,” he shakes his head faking his disappointment. “I just couldn’t be mean and take him from you,” you teased. “I’ll pay you to take him,” Kevin said smiling at Sunwoo, who himself was stood there arms folded.

“What am I a hooker?” you scoff, “you would be if you charged those men of yours,” Hyunjae added winking as you shook your head sitting down patting the sofa for Sunwoo to join you. “First sign of PDA and I’m kicking you out,” Kevin said as you pulled Sunwoo in for a kiss gifting Kevin a middle finger. “Don’t tempt me,” Kevin growled as he pulled his laptop over to finish his work.

It wasn’t long before Kevin and Hyunjae had passed out on the sofa in exhaustion. “It’s your birthday next week is there anything you want?” Sunwoo asked putting the laptop down to snuggle into you for a break. “You with a ribbon,” you teased rubbing his arms as he beamed his teethy smile. “Where do you want the ribbon?” He asked tilting his head playfully. “Maybe here,” you teased brushing your hands along his softened bulge. “Really you going to untie it with those lips?” Sunwoo asked softly brushing his finger along your bottom lip. “Maybe,” you replied biting his finger gently. “Hungry are we?” He scoffed wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as you nodded.

“Are you not meant to be exhausted having three boyfriends all ravishing you. I was told they fucked you till you was weak earlier,” he chuckled winking. “I’ve always got enough energy for you,” you said pulling him in to kiss him. “Have you now,” he winks breaking the kiss momentarily. He sucks on your tongue each time it slips deep in his mouth. His hands finding yours to palm his hardening bulge. “The guys are just over there,” you scoff eyeing the sleeping frames of his Hyungs. “And there so sleep deprived you could scream and I don’t think it would wake them,” Sunwoo says kissing your neck. “Well let’s not test that theory out then,” you chuckle as he suckled his mark into your neck which seems to be all three of their blank canvas.

“Then you better be quiet then,” he says pressing his lips to yours once more.

“I’m perfectly capable of being quiet thank you,” you scoff breaking the kiss. “Yeah right,” he says with raised eyebrows doubting you. “I will prove it to you,” you say confidently as he shakes his head sniggering. “If I don’t make a single noise then you have to stop avoiding Donghun and have that orgy,” you said playfully. He went silent as he thought looking at Kevin who was now snoring. “Firstly I’m not avoiding Donghun, I told you I’m cool about it all. Secondly your on, but I’m adding an extra thing in there.” he smirks as you wince slightly anxious with his stipulation. “We’re fucking right now, right here, with them over there,” he smirks as your face falls.

“What the fuck Sunwoo they could wake up,” you gasp as Sunwoo presses a finger to your lips. “Could, not will, plus that’s the fun of it and we know you got excited being Caught by Sangyeon the other day,” he winked. He knew you had and you hated to admit it the risk of getting caught excited you.

You hovered over his cock slowly sliding him in you as you bit around your fist. Another stipulation was no prepping, he was determined to prove you couldn’t hold your moans in. He stilled as you bounced up and down slowly on his cock as you faced Kevin and Hyunjae. The thought of them being right there was highly arousing. Sunwoo sat up a little, his chest resting on your back as his hands slid around to your nub. Rolling the pads on his fingers around your sensitive bud had you hold your breath in fear of a moan escaping. Your pace is all over the place as your focus struggles, the desire to scream is almost unbearable.

You hear him stifle a chuckle as his fingers reach your waist holding them tightly as he kisses the back of your neck. “You struggling baby?” He whispers that has you choke. He realised not long into your relationship how weak you was to his voice. “No,” you moan using the words to cover your escaping desire.

Kevin moans in his sleep and your not just startled but your walls clench to the sound. “Oh you like his voice too,” Sunwoo teases, “If Heechan knows you like it he might add him to our little gang,” Sunwoo chuckles. But there’s a slight undertone that you fear it has a deeper meaning. Before your mind can think further Sunwoo thrusts into you that takes you by surprise, your moan taken by the air.

“I thought you could do quiet,” Sunwoo growls as your fist re enters your mouth as he continues his actions. Hyunjae fidgets and your heart is beating so hard the line of risk almost about to blow up. Sunwoo doesn’t care, his mission to have more pretty sounds escape is his challenge. Fingers gripping your hair as he feels them beneath his tip. Like him with you, you’ve worked out he has a hair fetish and you can hear stifled moans escape his as you continue to bounce on him.

You feel your orgasm beginning to slowly build, Hyunjae fidgeting does little to slow your chase. Almost silent Hums leaving his throat as he chases his own.

You close your eyes briefly opening them to almost mistake Hyunjae’s shutting.

He’s said nothing if he’s caught you, but the thought he’s watching has your wall clench around Sunwoo hard that he groans a little louder then he anticipated. Muffling his mouth by your shoulder, his thrusts become harder as he manages to pull some moans from you as you both come at the same time.

Kevin’s woken disgust filling your ear as you blush throwing your eyes shut to finish your comedown as Sunwoo sniggers. You open them to Kevin slamming the bathroom door behind him. “We know where he’s going,” Hyunjae sniggers stretching out that you easily witness his own boner. “By the way I think you lost I heard you the whole time,” Hyunjae winks and you twist into Sunwoo, hiding your face that is burning red hot.

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Your eyes in my life - Chapter 17

Summary - The night of Kim’s final layover as a flight attendant ended with a one night stand with a stranger she met across a bar.

6 years later, that same stranger walked into the 21st District and was assigned as her new Rookie and her life was thrown upside down. She hadn’t seen Adam since that night in LA. But she saw his eyes every day. In the eyes of their daughter.

Chapters - 17/?

Chapter Summary - Adam goes to confront his father about stalking him and Annabelle at the park. AO3 Link

‘So you’ve got a kid then,’ Bob said, his voice cold and a hint of a smirk played on his lips.

‘And you thought the best way to find out the answer to that question was to stalk us at the park. She saw you by the way, and you terrified her. You could have called like a normal person,’ Adam said, trying to keep his anger under control but with the smirk still on his father’s face, he wanted nothing more than to wipe it off. ‘How did you know we were there anyway?’

‘One of my buddies said he saw you and that lady cop at the park the other day, a kid with you. I assumed you were just trying to get into her pants and the kid was just baggage,’ he laughed as he took a swig from the bottle. ‘But by the look of that kid, you’ve already been in them.’

Adam’s fists clenched. ‘Don’t talk about Kim like that. She’s twice the cop you could ever hope to be,’ he said through gritted teeth.

‘So you’re not denying that the kid is yours though,’ Bob asked, the accusation obvious in his tone.

‘Yes, she’s mine. You’re a grandfather, I’d say congratulations but considering how you’re never going to meet her,’ Adam snapped, ‘seems pointless doesn’t it’. It felt good anytime he got to stand up to his father, he had spent far too many years letting him walk all over him.

‘That any way to talk to your old man?’ Bob said, his steely eyes focused on Adam.

‘My old man,’ Adam laughed hollowly. ‘My old man who just scared my daughter. That’s exactly how I’m going to talk to you. Stay away from her. Stay away from Kim and stay away from me.’ He turned on his heel and started to walk back down the porch steps, he had nothing else to say.

‘Don’t come crying to me when they decide they want nothing to do with you,’ Bob yelled after him.

‘They won’t, because unlike you, I put in the effort. I put them first and I always will.’ He spat back over his shoulder, the anger bubbling through him. ‘They’re my family.’ And with that he continued towards his Jeep, ignoring the shouts from Bob behind him. He breathed deeply when he finally made it to the car, opening the door and noticed his hand was shaking.

He pulled out his phone to send a text, trying to steady his hand as he did so.

Adam Ruzek - He won’t bother us again. I’ll be over in 30. I’m bringing pizza.

Kim Burgess - Okay, drive safe.

He smiled as he tucked his phone away again. It was time to return to his family.

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The pizza place that Annabelle had proudly declared was her favourite was only 5 minutes from Kim’s place and he knew it wouldn’t take long to collect a couple of pies and take them back, he just needed some time to stew first.

His hands were still shaking, clutched tightly to the wheel, the car parked up on a side street just a couple of blocks over from his father’s house. He didn’t want his daughter, or Kim, to see him so worked up. But this was how his father always made him feel; furious and uncomfortable in his own skin. He had meant everything he had said, he wanted nothing further to do with him and he wasn’t having him anywhere near Annabelle.

He had tried before to cut Bob out of his life, but they had always been half-hearted attempts and Adam knew the reason why. He was the only family he had left, at least that he had any contact with. He didn’t blame his sister for hightailing it out of Chicago and cutting ties with everyone. He envied her in a way, but he loved this city too much to ever say goodbye to it. And as much as Adam didn’t want his father in his life, the idea of being completely alone terrified him.

He wasn’t alone anymore though. He was a father himself, he had a kid. And he had Kim. Sure, it wasn’t the most straight forward of situations but there was one thing he knew for certain. They were his family and they were the most important people in his life now.

That thought comforted him. Family hadn’t always been the most comforting of thoughts for Adam, he’d had a far too complicated childhood for it to resonate with him in that way. But now it did. Now it was the promises of days out at the parks, pizza on the couch and more ice cream than anyone could eat. It was warm and it was home. Adam smiled as he shifted the car into drive, he wanted to get back to that now.

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‘I come bearing pizza!’ Adam said cheerfully when Kim opened the door, her smile welcoming and her eyes soft.

‘Yay!’ Annabelle exclaimed from where she had been sitting on the couch. ‘Did you get my favourite?’

‘Of course, sausage for you and plain cheese for your boring Mom,’ Adam said, winking at Kim and proceeding into the kitchen.

‘I’m not boring,’ Kim said in mock offence, swatting Adam lightly on his shoulder.

‘Well cheese is a bit boring Mommy,’ Annabelle said thoughtfully as Adam laughed.

‘What the princess says goes I’m afraid,’ Adam smiled. This was family, he thought, everyone happy and smiling, the atmosphere warm and inviting. There was no undertone that if someone said the wrong thing or looked at the wrong person then it would all kick off.

‘Now if you ask nicely I’m sure your Mom will let you eat at the coffee table so you can carry on watching your movie,’ Adam said to Annabelle who turned to Kim, Kim nodding in response. ‘Mom and I will be over in a bit okay?’ Annabelle smiled and nodded her head excitedly.

‘I won’t make a mess,’ she promised and skipped over to take a seat on the floor, resting her pizza on the coffee table, her focus firmly back on the screen.

‘How did it go?’ Kim asked as soon as Annabelle was occupied. She reached out and put a comforting hand on Adam’s elbow, he tried to ignore the ease at which she touched him these days. He didn’t want to bring it up for fear it might stop if he mentioned anything and that was the last thing he wanted.

‘One of his buddies had said he saw us so he came to see if it was true,’ Adam said under his breath, his eyes darting over to check on his daughter as he spoke. ‘I told him he scared her and we wanted nothing to do with him. He was never going to get to know her and he was out of my life for good.’

‘Oh Adam I’m sorry,’ Kim said apologetically.

‘Don’t be,’ he smiled softly, ‘I should have done it years ago but he was the only family I had in the city so I tried to keep that link you know, so I wouldn’t be alone.’

‘Yeah I get it,’ Kim murmured, glancing over at Annabelle. ‘Well you have us now Adam, we’re your family.’

‘That’s what I said to him.’

‘Well it’s true,’ she smiled up at him, squeezing his arm lightly.

‘Thanks Kim. Oh I don’t think he’ll mention it to anyone at the station because if he admits that he knows about Annabelle and that she’s mine, he’ll have to admit he’s never so much as spoken to her or that he even knows her name. He didn’t even ask,’ Adam added the last sentence quietly as he realised - his father hadn’t even bothered to ask the name of his own grandchild. He shook his head, ‘I’m sure he’s still trying to make out to everyone that he’s father of the year and a grandchild he’s not allowed to talk to isn’t going to enhance that image.’ Adam laughed coldly. It had always been an act with Disco Bob, the outward image being far more important than the actual relationship he had with his kids. ‘But now it’s time for pizza,’ Adam said cheerily, choosing to focus on the family he had right in front of him, not the one he had cut ties with. They were the ones who mattered.

[insfiringyou]

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trueee, but like what makes me love yoongi it’s not only his personality, but also how he views things and he deals with them. He’s not just a really good boyfriend he’s a good human in general. I mean, he’s patient, comprehensive, selfless… I mean this man does so many good things and IT’S GENUINE, like the part where his gf sit on his face for the first time: “with him it never felt like he was returning a favor or performing a chore” I MEAN 😭😭😭😭 most guys definitely act in bed like everything is returning favors, “if I did that you’ll have to do and vice versa” or they do it because they want to boost their ego like “Yeah look how skilled I am 😎” with yoongi is so beautiful because he does it simply because he likes it and wants to see her feel good it doesn’t matter if she will return or not (thank god he found jeongsun because she’s also like this sometimes) and most important he’s honest and vulnerable on the relationship. He’s so emotionally responsible, he never lets his frustrations and insecurities get in the way of things or lashes out to others (specially his object of love Jeongsun). like he was cheated on by his ex he could have turn into a total jerk with the excuse of “yeah someone was shitty to me and now I’m gonna be shitty with the rest of the people because I’ve been a good guy and only got disappointed” or play with his next partner’s feelings because “ugh I’m so traumatized by relationships so I’m gonna use my insecurities as an excuse to be an asshole because yeah it’s you who gotta fix me” (let’s be honest 99,9% of the guys act/would act like this 🤡) this is one of the proofs that he’s a kind human in general, he’s not good because he expects something in return he’s good simply because he is and he knows that no one has anything to do with his personal problems I mean ofc he would like if someone helps him to get through something difficult times, but he would never think that this is someone’s obligation. Also since he’s responsible emotionally I think he understands himself so he would never fall in love with a fantasy (like “I love her because she’s my savior” or simply because he’s lonely and that makes him desperate to find someone and he falls for any person who’s a potential perfect love for him) he falls for the PERSON, the actual person, the human that’s with him… this is so wholesome and I really wish people would give more thought to their emotions to avoid this kind of situations because honestly this is one of the main reasons why people are always disappointed with each other.

Anyways… Yoongi in your universe is an amazing, sweet, gentle, caring soul. I’ll cry myself to sleep every night dreaming with him lmfao

I know this is an old ask so don't know if you will even see this, but this really solidifies how we intend to show Yoongi (and Jeong-sun) in their relationship. I also think, in part, it is why we chose to write his earlier encounter with Kim, who was one of his first serious girlfriends, who did cheat on him. In a way, we feel it is such an important experience and also shapes who he is a lot. You may have noticed him (very very briefly) mention her, though not by name, to Jeong-sun. He never mentions the cheating. He never says a bad thing about her. It is always just tiny anecdotes - blink and you'll miss it. He wasn't bitter about it. He was sad for a long time, but it hasn't shaped how he views women, or relationships. It was just a bad experience, with someone who made a bad mistake.

I also agree with the not falling in love with a fantasy part. He did come close, around the time of the fic 'Stranded' (when he initially proposed to Jeong-sun and she turned him down) and in the few fics leading up to that. He was under a lot of pressure, from the group, from his desire to be 'normal' and make his unintentionally secret relationship work, that he ended up romanticising his relationship in a way which wasn't fair on either of them, and was, in part, the reason she had to break up with him. When they meet again, some years later, he approaches it with the respect it deserves, and is self-aware that if they are going to make it work properly he needs to take a step back and do it for the right reasons.

However, he fell in love with her for her, both times. And she him. For us as writers, them falling in love all over again was actually more special in a way, and I think just as exciting if not more, for readers. I held my breath when their hands skimmed again for the first time...and then both of us cried!

[snickerdoodlles]

I have finally learned the real reason why I haven't change my username yet...how else would I know my tumblr year in review.....

(jk)

Anyways, only posting the relevant things;

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@/rythyme

@/snow-and-saltea

@/likestoimagine16

@/aethersea

^ this makes me laugh, because Emily should actually be the top 4 spots here 🤣 most of my reblogs are from her, except she sends them to me directly. some friends curate tumblr via your dash, other curate them via DMs

*edit: IM SORRY I THOUGHT I REMOVED THE MENTIONS THE FIRST TIME AROUND

I tagged 7,946 of my posts in 2022

#q* - 5,920 posts ← doesn't count, i do almost everything via queue 🙄

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#not me - 130 posts ← i found a bunch of unposted meta for them in my drafts, now im wondering if i should've posted those after all...

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Chay’s living the Wattpad dream life, Pete’s living the manic AO3 dream

210 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

#4

actually one of my favorite little details in ep12 was pat and pran taking graduation pics with uncle tong and junior. not only because their relationship with those two is absolutely delightful and im so glad they kept their connection to these two strangers from the beach that signified two huge shifts in their relationship, but specifically because we don’t see any graduation pictures with the parents

their parents are still fighting. ming hasn’t apologized, dissaya’s still upset. pat and pran cannot be open about their relationship with them. but this doesn’t change pat and pran--they’re going to keep on loving each other and living together. it’s their parents who will miss out on the milestones. so long as they hold onto their grudge, they will only get the filtered parts of their sons’ lives. until they learn to forgive and move forward, they will lose chances to make memories. but pat and pran? they’re still going to be living their lives to the fullest with their own found family until then

324 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

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(x) EMERGENCY EMERGENCY IM ABOUT TO FUCKING D I E

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#2

WIꓘ says DON’T DO DRUGS KIDS

- this is an (un)official D.A.R.E. PSA

*Edit: made for from concrete fic

399 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

it took a kidnapping, an explosion, a confrontation with his brother, his life getting entirely uprooted, AND a bad breakup with his boyfriend to make Chay cry. the second time he cried still took another home ping pong match, another attempted kidnapping, his brother nearly dying, his mother returned from the dead, AND the emotional equivalent of a cannonball in the form of his ex-he’s-maybe-definitely-not-over soulfully wailing why don’t you STAYYYYYY

Kim broke up with the boy he likes then cried over their date polaroids

they are not the same

1,331 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

👆 i should not find these top 5 posts as funny as i do but i really do

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[soperatic]

seven minutes (in hell) with you

chapter two

Taehyung was 16 when he first appeared on the cover of a tabloid magazine. 

He was caught in Paris with some model friends, drunk off his ass and laughing on a balcony in hopes that he could party his feelings away. His mother had just gotten engaged for the 4th time to someone much better than his birth father who hadn’t bothered to call him in years. His pictures were blasted on websites, blogs and magazines alike with a bottle of wine and a telltale cigarette between his fingers. 

People stared when he returned, they whispered and spread all sorts of things about him online. 

I heard he left for rehab.

I heard he went to Paris to film a porno. 

I heard that he found his long-lost twin who is the prince of France and they’re going to switch places in order to defeat the aliens that plan on taking over in 2050. 

Some were more realistic than others but they still bothered Taehyung like anything at first. He wanted every single one of those paparazzi leeches to rot in jail for invading his privacy. 

He remembers crying whenever they would charge after him everywhere he went, flashing their cameras and asking the most ridiculously hurtful questions to get him to snap back. Desperate to catch him slip up, for everyone to see the fucked up Kim Taehyung caught on live camera.

But his mother was supportive and reminded him that bad press is still press, and doesn’t have to stay a bad thing. People now have their eyes on you and with that, you can show them anything. So Taehyung walked his mother’s next fashion show for her Spring line, dawning clean-cut pastel tones and using his (at the time) subpar modeling skills to his advantage. After a heartfelt interview with a few teary-eyed answers to some invasive questions, everyone loved him, transforming Taehyung into the It-Boy everyone now knows him as. 

It became his thing to be wild, charming, alluring, and enviable. 

Sure, he still gets caught every now and then but it hurts less because that’s what people expect of him. People follow him. People adore him. 

Who is he wearing? What destination is he traveling to next? Who is he seeing? What is Kim Taehyung doing and how can you, the average citizen, become like him? 

As of right now though, Taehyung hasn’t been doing his usual activities. Last year he was doing a tour of the Mediterranean and getting caught leaving hotel rooms with a handful of up-and-coming idols which skyrocketed his social media following to ten million. But this summer he stayed in more, kept a low profile and only showed up to events thrown with minimal press. 

No one has commented on it yet and he’s enjoying the silence. 

Maybe he can take this time to relax, find himself, hang out with his family more and less with random hookups. Focus more on school and his team. 

Finally fix his god awful sleep schedule which has been on his to-do list for a while now. 

Well, he’s trying to. Maybe if his phone would stop vibrating right by his ear so early in the morning. 

Taehyung grumbles, still half-asleep. His head lifts off his fluffed pillow as he stares at the caseless device vibrating and ringing at a frequency that is offensively loud for way too long right next to his body. The room is cold and barely used, smelling strongly of his lavender pillow spray and his cologne. He flips it over to see Jimin’s contact photo and the time blaring in his unadjusted eyes. 

His hotel room is dark except for a tiny sliver of sunlight peeking through the curtains, revealing a bright Seoul day. Taehyung turns onto his back and presses the green button, blinking up at the ceiling. 

“What could you possibly want at ass o’clock?” His voice is scratchier than usual. “We went to bed at 3 a.m.” The frat party extended longer than usual and Taehyung ended up drinking more than he originally planned with his two buddies so he only got in three hours before sunrise. 

If Taehyung did the math correctly, that’s not enough sleep!

Jimin’s sharp take of breath is heard through the receiver. “How could you?” His voice drips in what, to Taehyung’s half-asleep brain, sounds a lot like genuine anger. 

The remnants of sleep rip away from his eyes, ruining his chances of falling back into blissful slumber once this unnecessary phone call is over. 

“How could I what? What did I do this time?”

Taehyung looks around. His bed is empty so he seemingly didn’t hook up with anyone. His pajamas are on. He feels around his stomach for any stitches, pulling his boxers back to check if his dick is still there and it is so we can cross organ farming off the list. 

There’s an open suitcase with his clothes messily pulled out and some shoes lined by the dresser/entertainment stand. His watch and all of his necklaces sit on his bedside table. Taehyung pats around for the remote to press the button that pulls the curtain out so some sunlight can stream in and wake him up. 

“Everyone else knows before me, your best friend, your soulmate. I can’t believe this.” 

Did I just wake up in a simulation? “Babes, it is way too early for us to be role-playing right now.  What happened last night?” He presses the button and is momentarily blinded. 

There is some more residual grunting and whining when Yoongi takes his phone and switches the call to Facetime. He’s wearing his glasses, bangs framing his clear forehead, clean and presentable as always. While Taehyung has dried drool on his cheek and the messiest bed head he’s ever seen. Great. Awesome. 

“Just go check the GossipBlast account on Insta. It’ll explain Jimin’s soap opera acting.”

“Hey!” The blonde whines.  

Taehyung’s eyes roll at the mere mention of that waste of bandwidth. “Jesus, what have those bitchless cretins posted now? Did the debate team spread an STD to the entire team again?” His fingers move quickly over his screen to his apps, finding the multicolored one and clicking on it. “Wow I have so many notifications,” he mumbles. 

10,000 comments, 3000 mentions, 9000 follows. 

A wave of panic begins to rise. What if Doeun leaked something? He didn’t get to speak to Taehyung at all last night. Is this his punishment?

Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. He shouldn’t have run from him last night.  

He searches up the account quickly while his friends wait. Taehyung clicks on the most recent post and nearly drops his phone on his face.

The pictures are of him and Jeongguk from last night, inches apart from each other, fixing their hair and their clothes suggestively. Cheeks a little flushed, lips parted, eyes avoiding the other. 

His stomach twists in fear and confusion and irritation with every swipe. A moment so small was captured and put on the biggest gossip account at their college. And now it’s been taken out of context and thanks to the caption placed underneath the pictures.

SPOTTED: Seoul’s Resident It-Boy Kim Taehyung leaving the infamous seven minutes closet. But who is the lucky guy? Our sources confirm it’s none other than the swim team’s golden boy, Jeon Jeongguk, who has recently become single. 

Has a new it-couple formed? Or was this lip-lock session only for those seven minutes? 😈  

Taehyung and Jeongguk leaving a closet usually occupied for hookups, the hair tie; it looks sus as hell already but that caption pushes it further with a dating allegation. 

He presses the comment icon and reads down despite Yoongi advising against it. 

Who is this nobody and how is he bagging Kim Taehyung? 2h.  

I’ve been trying to tap that ass for a year and emo boy over here gets a chance before me??? I call bullshit. 4h

If Taehyung is stooping low enough for some rando’s cock then us normal guys might have a shot. 1h

He scoffs. “Okay, so I leave a closet with Jeon and suddenly my standards are six feet under? How does that make any sense?” Taehyung wants to read more but Jimin snatches the phone from Yoongi and in the little video in the corner of his screen he can see a mass of blonde and furrowed brows. 

“So you fucked him?” He asks, clearly still pissed 

Taehyung clicks on the Facetime screen to give his friends his undivided attention. “Why on god’s green earth would I have sex with Jeon Jeongguk?” When there is literally anyone else out there for him. 

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Jimin argues back with a challenging look in his eyes, making Taehyung groan. “You were running around like a fucking headless chicken throughout the party, no one can find you for like half an hour and now these pictures are out and some people are claiming they heard moans. So either you fucked him or you fucked him.” 

Okay yes, the optics are not on Taehyung’s side right now and he’s sure that Jimin is operating fully on anger only because Taehyung didn’t reveal this information to him last night and not because he actually gives a shit about any of this.

They’re best friends, soulmates, they tell each other everything. From the smallest detail to the deepest secret. 

But as of recently, Taehyung hasn’t been telling Jimin everything. 

“Jimin, we didn’t fuck.” He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. “I needed a breather so I went upstairs but all of the rooms were occupied so I went to the closet where Jeon was coincidentally  hiding from Jae. All we did was talk until his friends told him Jae left and then we parted ways. No sex, nothing even close to that.” He shudders as if the mere thought of doing anything sexual with the other makes him want to hurl.

Taehyung doesn’t give them the full details of what Jeongguk said. No matter what he feels for the guy, it isn’t his story to tell. He isn’t that petty.

Nor does he let them in on Doeun. He simply can’t. 

Yoongi shifts into the frame, shoulders brushing with Jimin. “Why would he be hiding from Jae? Aren’t they dating?”

“Babe, remember what I told you? Jae’s with that tennis team reject Lee Doeun now. They broke up.” 

Yeah, the one that’s been harassing Taehyung ever since the end of tennis camp in June. That guy. 

“Damn,” Yoongi shakes his head and a tuft of hair falls over his face gracefully. “So, what are you gonna do, Tae? Who do you think sent in the pictures?” 

Jimin jumps in. “Could it be your new man?” He gasps overdramatically. 

It sounds absolutely ridiculous to Taehyung. Jeongguk, who used to hide in his closet whenever his mother invited people over for dinner because he was too shy to talk to them, orchestrated this entire thing just so he could climb the social ladder and be higher up on the food chain at their university.  

Jeongguk couldn’t care less about stuff like this. He likes to blend in and not invite attention. 

At least, that’s the Jeongguk that he used to know. A lot can change in seven years.

Taehyung gets up from bed with a deep sigh and puts on his slippers to save his feet from the cold marble. He needs to order room service for breakfast soon and hop in the shower so he has time to do his hair before class today. Josun Palace does a great continental spread, maybe he’ll share it with Yoongi and Jimin today. 

Nothing money can’t buy right? 

Except for good university housing, that is. 

“He’s not the type.” Taehyung positions his phone against the tv and starts searching the mini bar in the entertainment center for some chilled water. He ignores Jimin calling Jeongguk his new man. “There were tons of people on the stairs and in the loft, one of them probably did it. GossipBlast has paid for this kinda shit.” The half-drunk Evian bottle is calling his name. He pulls it out, uncaps the bottle and chugs. The cold liquid does wonders for his parched throat. “He’s gonna get mobbed when he goes to campus.”

Those comments were genuinely angry.

“You will too. Your policy of only fucking the best of the best will bite you in the ass for this.” He stops midway, pondering for a second. “Well, Jeongguk is pretty good looking but people are going to be mad at you for rejecting them now that they think you’re dating someone who barely goes to any parties. It’ll be a hit to their egos.”  

Taehyung ignores the part about Jeongguk. He sets the bottle down after a hearty swig now that his throat doesn’t feel like the Sahara desert. “Look, I’ll just squash this down when I get to campus, everyone will move on and their precious little egos will be saved. Then another scandal will be posted in no time and they’ll redirect their attention there. This really isn’t that big of a deal.” 

People will brush over this the moment it’s proved wrong. It’s like dangling treats over a dog’s head. 

Yoongi gives him a look. One with raised eyebrows that Taehyung has seen many times when he thinks that he’s full of shit. 

“You sure?”

The kind of look that would usually make Taehyung second guess himself but he knows this shit better than anyone else. Popularity, social status, gossip; all combined is like a hungry monster. The more you feed it, the bigger it gets. And in a school that has students from some of the richest families in the country, that monster is bound to feast. 

Whatever this thing is with Jeongguk is just a measly appetizer. His nonexistent status and blatant disregard of social importance turn him into nothing in these peoples’ eyes.  Somewhere along the line, someone will get caught snorting cocaine  on campus or a well-liked couple will break up or  someone will discover a professor’s creepy porn stash on his work computer. News moves fast around here. Taehyung would know. He’s reaped the benefits of it. 

“Totally sure.” He shakes his hair out so that it stops being so matted from his pillow. If he’s going to debunk this nonsense, he needs to look stunning while he does it. “Now, I’ll see you idiots outside at 9.”

⍟⍟⍟

Jeongguk has a terrible habit of leaving his phone on Do Not Disturb for way too long. 

Everyone has scolded him for it; his parents, his sister, his ex and his two friends when he doesn’t pick up their so-called emergency Facetimes or respond to their texts. 

It’s not like Jeongguk does it on purpose! He gets irritated by the constant buzz and sometimes, he just needs peace and quiet before starting his day. 

Specifically in the mornings. Jeongguk likes to take his time, brush his teeth, do his skincare, shower, and laze around in his towel before moisturizing and putting his clothes on. Now that he has mainly morning classes and training, he doesn’t want to get bothered by useless notifications unless it’s the hilarious reaction memes Seokjin manages to find from the dark corners of the internet or a funny tik-tok Hoseok sent. 

He started doing this more often over the summer when he would wake up every morning and check his phone for a text from Jae. It started eating him alive, ruining his day when his empty screen would glare back at him, seemingly mocking him for how bitchless he is. So one day his sister snatched his phone and chided him to stop checking it the moment he woke up. Instead, she told him to start his morning routine earlier and then check it. 

Jeongguk loves it. He gets out of bed faster and gets more things done which, despite his desires to loaf around, really soothes his Virgo soul. 

After his shower, Jeongguk pulls the curtains back in his living room to let in the morning sunlight. Summer is on its last days but Fall in Seoul still allows for streams of warm golden light. It hits the bare skin of his arms, making them shine thanks to his lotion. His apartment wakes up, illuminating the green leaves of his fake plant and the sheen on his counters. A light blue sky with fluffy clouds patterned, trees billowing in the wind, cars going by and students walking on the streets to the bus stop at the end of the block. 

He sighs. There’s no chance in hell he is giving up this apartment. 

Somehow, he’ll find someone to take Jae’s spot. He has to. He’s pretty sure a few students in his university would commit a crime for a room in Paradise.

Jeongguk walks over to the kitchen where he has boiled some water in the kettle, opening his French press to pour it over some fresh coffee grounds. Then he puts a few slices of toast in the toaster and grabs an apple and peanut butter. 

The candle lit on the kitchen counter ties everything together, crackling so it’s not completely silent. 

Peace, serenity, tranquility, harmony–

Someone starts banging on Jeongguk’s front door, startling him while he mixes the coffee in his French press. He glances down at his watch. He isn’t late to grab Hoseok and Seokjin. 

Who could be at his door so early? 

Another round of knocks comes, harder this time, and Jeongguk clicks his tongue. Seriously, he can’t have one morning full of uninterrupted peace and quiet. “Okay, okay! I’m coming, jeez,” he grumbles. His fingers push the chain lock and turn the one on the knob before pulling to reveal none other than his friends. “What-”

Hoseok stumbles in with hurried steps. “Why haven’t you been answering our calls or texts?” he demands angrily, dark brows scrunching. 

Jeongguk’s chin pulls back at the sudden attack. He holds the door open for the two until they are in, letting his hold on the doorknob go so it shuts softly while his hyungs look at him incredulously. 

“My phone is charging and on DND.” They roll their eyes at him heavily. “What happened?” 

He doubts that he missed something important so early in the day. 

“Well,” Seokjin laughs and he’s got that expression on. The one he makes when he’s uncomfortable and trying to turn the situation into a joke. “You, my friend, might need a bodyguard when you go to class today,” he claps Jeongguk’s shoulder. “Ooh, can we have some coffee first?” 

He points a finger to the machine that’s been pressed down so the grounds are separated from the fresh coffee, filling the air with its trademark yummy scent. 

“Y-yeah,” he waves off, “But why would I need a bodyguard?” His toast shoots up out of the toaster as the elder two take off their shoes and enter his kitchen, knowing exactly where the mugs and sugar are. 

Jeongguk puts his pieces of toast on a plate, pressing his front against the counter to spread peanut butter all over the crispy slices. 

There’s a moment of silence where Jeongguk legitimately considers that Hoseok was panicking from a lack of caffeine and the presumed bodyguards were for his own protection from him but after a few sips are taken, Seokjin decides to open his mouth. 

“GossipBlast posted some pictures of you and Kim Taehyung leaving a closet at last night’s party and now everyone thinks you’re either dating or fucking.” 

Their winces make it seem like they’re anticipating the worst possible reaction out of Jeongguk. But he just continues to spread his toast with peanut butter and gaze at them blankly. 

“What is GossipBlast?” 

The elder two replace their winces for a dumbfounded expression. “Are you fucking serious dude?” Hoseok groans. Jeongguk just shrugs in response, setting his knife down on his plate and screwing the peanut butter jar shut. “It’s the biggest gossip account at this school. Their posts get thousands of likes so everyone usually believes what they have to say. One of their posts literally made Nam Joohyun transfer to SNU.” 

Apparently he got caught having a threesome and neither of the people involved were his girlfriend. Now, cheaters deserve nothing but this man was ostracized to the point of leaving which is a testament to the power of GossipBlast. 

They’re treated like a god around here, especially because they only post about the upper-class. So all of those people who are jealous or intrigued by them get the full scoop on all of their shenanigans. 

“Okay, so why is this such a big deal?” 

Seokjin gulps slowly, handing Jeongguk a mug of coffee. “Well, someone sent in  pictures of you and Taehyung and-”

“No, I got that part but why should I worry when we did nothing wrong?” He doesn’t get it. It’s not like he made out with Taehyung on camera or anything. 

“You were seen leaving a closet together,” Hoseok says it like it’s obvious. As if closets are designed for quickies and not for fucking storage or hiding from an ex. “You know? The same one people used to play seven minutes in heaven? That’s why.” 

Oh fuck and Taehyung put that hair tie on the doorknob too. No wonder people are getting the wrong idea about this. 

“What were you two even doing in there?” Seokjin asks. 

Jeongguk scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. The events of last night are clear since he didn’t get wasted. Taehyung never explicitly told him why he was hiding but they sat there and talked. 

They bickered first but then they talked. He told Taehyung about his breakup with Jae and Taehyung was understanding about it. 

It was the first conversation they had in years. He didn’t have the will or time to sit and think about it. Build it up in his head, notice the intimate details of it all. It was nothing compared to how they used to be. 

“We were just talking. I was hiding from Jae. He needed a break or something, I don’t know,” he shrugs, sipping at his coffee to make his building anxiety even worse. “Are people seriously mad about this?” 

He knows Taehyung is well-liked and highly desired by people. He’s rich, captain of the tennis team and a jock– 

Sorry, not just any jock. Kim Taehyung is the jock at their school. The coolest, the most followed, the most liked, the one that gets the most numbers at a party or after a game, the one that everyone  wants to be or be with and the one with the biggest, most enthusiastic audience during every one of his  games. 

The ultimate coolness factor among athletes here, although terribly unfair, will always be the number of people that come to your games. All of your fans on the sidelines holding posters, wearing school colors, making t-shirts with your jersey number on it, cheering your name to egg you on. The more the better. Sure, some of the more boring sports got the short end of the stick but this was the general rule among jocks. 

And no one got more attention than Taehyung. 

Tennis isn’t even that riveting. Not fast-paced like basketball or soccer. But Taehyung has that pretty face and all of that charisma and talent and wit that makes 90% of their school’s population fall to their knees at the mere sight of him. 

He’s the guy at every party with a hoard of people around him. The flirty romantic lead in the university K-drama with the slow music and hair flip. The one that gets numbers handed to him in folded notes throughout class, who skips class later on to have sex in someone’s car in the parking lot, and that cycle repeats for days on end. 

Some jocks hated him and most wanted to be with him. 

Jeongguk on the other hand doesn’t give a shit about Kim Taehyung. Not one small bit.

Hoseok hands him his phone. “Look at the comments. People are pissed.” 

Jeongguk grabs the device and chomps down on his toast, slightly panicked like there’s a mob outside his apartment ready to burn him at the stake. 

Jeon Jeongguk? Does he even go to this school? 4hr 

I swear I’ve never seen this man before. How on earth does he bag the hottest guy at our school? 7hr

Dressed in a leather jacket like some greasy bad boy. I bet his dick is useless.  3hr

He’s floored at the obvious jealousy pouring out of his comment section. Getting angry at him like he did something wrong. Jeongguk hands Hoseok his phone back and his jaw slackens. “God, these people are losers,” he mutters to himself. 

It’s as if there’s a video of him getting down on his knees and proposing to the guy. 

Oh heavens! He brushed shoulders with Kim Taehyung! Sentence him to prison, I say! Prison! 

“Losers or not, you got caught with the hottest guy at this school in a compromising position. It doesn’t matter if nothing happened, they’re gonna make shit up in their head and make you the bad guy because of their attraction to Taehyung,” Seokjin explains. Like when a hot actress gets married or pregnant and suddenly men don’t want them and they spend all of their time online pointing out all of her faults. “So, let’s go to campus and you can let everyone know that it was nothing, okay?”

He really doesn’t have any other option. People are curious and mad and jealous which puts a target on Jeongguk’s back which he didn’t ask for but he supposes that’s the gamble when you hang with popular people.  

This year was supposed to be another year where people live their lives blissfully unaware of his existence. 

He should’ve never hidden in that fucking closet. Nothing has been going right ever since Jae broke up with him.

Jeongguk grumbles. “Fine,” he chews with an annoyed pout, chasing it with some warm coffee.  “I can’t believe people are mad at me for this. I’m sure four guys from the football team were having an orgy in one of the rooms. How is that more interesting  than a few pictures with microwave quality?”

Like, it was a college party filled with over-privileged brats and alcohol. Someone must’ve jumped off the balcony into the pool or had a dance contest or literally anything more interesting. 

“It’s gossip about rich people. Haven’t you seen American reality tv?” Hoseok rolls his eyes, sipping his coffee.

“No, hyung,” Jeongguk argues back. “Unlike you, I have something called taste.” He enunciates the word in his face.  

Hoseok’s fingers wrap around his earlobe and tug for the jab at his tv show taste. Jeongguk winces at the brief jolt of pain. 

“Your taste consists of anime, rom-coms and shitty action films. Some of us like to watch trashy shit to feel better about ourselves.” Seeing people be assholes on your TV is quite the confidence boost.

“You’re right. I’m so sorry Dance Moms isn’t saved on my DVR.” He quips back sarcastically Hoseok takes it anyway, muttering brat under his breath and ruffling Jeongguk’s hair. 

“You should be sorry,” Seokjin sticks his tongue out. “You’re missing out on the guilty joy of watching a grown woman yell at children for money.” 

“Riveting.” 

Jeongguk lets the conversation drift to the show and focuses on finishing his food. He cuts his apple using a cutter and shares it with his hyungs while packing his bag for the day. He lightly tucks in his laptop, his glasses, a few notebooks and pens before going to the bathroom to give his face one last look in the pristine mirror. 

His hair is beginning to grow out. The bangs now reaching his cheekbone. The back is fluffy but not too long that he feels like he looks poodle-y. Jihyo’s been helping him clear his skin up and now, Jeongguk thinks he looks pretty good. Not amazing but passable. 

He’s never going to be as popular as Taehyung and that’s fine. Jeongguk could never handle the pressure of being called one of Seoul’s It-Boy’s and having hoards of people interested in fucking him or watching his every move, waiting for him to fuck up. 

Jeongguk likes being in the background. He prefers it when the spotlight doesn’t shine on him only to highlight all of the reasons why he falls short in front of everyone. He only puts out what he can and what he knows people will find appealing. 

He’s a good swimmer and a good student. But aside from that, no one really knows who Jeon Jeongguk is. 

And he’s going to keep it that way. Even if this pesky rumor has brought his name just a bit closer to that harsh golden light. 

⍟⍟⍟

“How long are we going to sit in here? I have no leg space.”

“You’re short. You don’t need it.” 

Jimin’s grunt is soft but the slap on the back of Taehyung’s head is not. His neck bends forward, pushing his nose closer to his phone while waiting for a text from his good ol’ co-captain Jung Hoseok about the location of a certain doe-eyed swimmer. 

Taehyung and Hoseok get along great and lead the tennis team well. Honestly, he would’ve been pushed to join their group had the brunette not developed a sickly sweet crush on track and field star Kim Seokjin who is always anchored to Jeongguk’s side. 

Apparently, they’ve got some super strong bond or some shit.  Whatever. 

Taehyung swallows the saliva building up in his mouth from nerves. He’s ignored all of his DMs and comments on Instagram, and he’s not liked a single thing on Twitter all in hopes that Jeongguk shows up and is willing to end all of these rumors about them together. Then they can go on their merry way and continue to pretend like they barely know each other. 

Yoongi, Jimin and him wait in the parking structure on campus. The area is filled with parked imported vehicles, some blaring music, some bouncing, some with the windows rolled down to pour out smoke, and some empty. This is the biggest one right across the street from their campus where the main building along with each department’s buildings are placed throughout the uphill climb. 

The streets are lined with blooming blossom trees, sweetening the air and decorating the ground. Fields of green against the gray bricks making up the buildings. It’s beautiful. However, Taehyung is gunning for the main quad. 

It’s where most students congregate around in the early morning to grab coffee or eat breakfast at the cafe and study or trudge to class half awake. 

It’s the perfect spot to talk to the masses. 

Yoongi finishes the last of his americano, staring at the barely melted ice while speaking. “First day of class and you already got yourself a scandal. Proud of you, kitten,” he pokes Taehyung’s cheek with a cold finger. 

“You know me.” Although it would’ve been a lot more fun if his sex scandal involved him actually having sex. 

Not that Taehyung wants to have sex with Jeongguk. Are you kidding? Oh my gosh, he would never. 

Jeongguk has no status at their school. People know him but that is purely because he allowed them to know him whether it was for a school project or being on the team or being neighbors in their dorm. He isn’t well-known. Not like Taehyung is.  

For a second, he wonders what would happen if this dating rumor was true. Would people (and Doeun) leave him alone? Would Jeongguk rise up in the ranks? 

More people would go to swim meets, that’s for sure. With how their students are,Jeongguk would definitely start appearing on fan-made posters and get millions of Instagram followers. 

Taehyung smirks to himself. God, Jeongguk would hate this. He remembers finding the guy on Instagram towards the end of high school. He had 13 followers and two pictures despite having the account for three years already. Living a life like Taehyung’s would burn him out. Constantly having to dodge flashing cameras, pretend like the jagged questions don’t bother you, and try to live a normal life despite everyone wanting to pry. Jeongguk wouldn’t last. 

A dense feeling tugs at his chest, bringing him back down to reality. So, it’s a good thing they aren’t friends anymore. 

Taehyung would just be a bother. 

“If only he actually got dick last night.” To make his point, Jimin kicks his seat, sending Taehyung lurching forward again. “By the way, are you sure you don’t want Mingyu’s number? He was all over you at the party and he’s definitely still down.” 

Taehyung fiddles with his fingers. He swallows shakily, avoiding Yoongi’s slowly turning gaze on his profile. 

He said it before: he wants the first fuck of the year to be attractive, his type, great in bed. Mingyu crosses off all of those boxes. He’s tall and his dad is a famous surgeon. There is no reason for Taehyung to reject his advances, right? 

Well, after everything that happened with Doeun, Taehyung needs to be cautious. 

People have used his promiscuity against him, made a pawn to dig deep and tear down those walls until he’s mush in their hands. Only for them to stomp all over him and walk away.  Having it happen once was pathetic enough, Taehyung refuses to let it happen again. 

He shrugs. “He’s cute but,” his eyes never flick up to his friends, “I just wasn’t feeling it.” 

“You weren’t feeling it last night with that beer pong guy and you aren’t feeling it with Mingyu,” Yoongi points out. “Is there something you’re not telling us?” 

Yes, his brain shouts. Something happened but I can’t tell you about it because then more people will know and that cannot happen. Please help.

But Taehyung just shakes his head, not wanting to burden them with his stupid problems, even though he’s sure they would be glad to help. “Nah, I’m just being picky. Besides, I heard Mingyu’s tryna get back together with his ex and I don’t wanna get in the middle of that rom-com plot.” He jokes. 

Taehyung earns a few lazy chuckles from the others when his phone finally vibrates in his lap. He turns it over and looks at the notification. A text from Hoseok. 

tennis parents 

mommy tennis

hey, we’re parked on the 2nd floor

we’ll meet outside the parking lot

 daddy tennis

yessir 

🫡

“Let’s go, gays.” Taehyung pockets his phone, grabs his backpack, a leather Gucci one he got years ago, and opens the car door. His boots clack on the asphalt and he shuts the door behind him with a simple push. 

Yoongi is kind enough to drive him, Jimin too but they’re dating so it’s different. Taehyung has a license though. He just doesn’t care for driving. He has his own driver and his own limo which he would’ve just used here but there’s never adequate parking for them and some students egg the limos out of spite. 

Most students just end up buying a car or relying on public transport. 

With a sigh, the other two get out and stretch their limbs. It’s a nice sunny yet a little chilly day. Like one of those transition periods from Summer to fall. One of Taehyung’s favorite types of weather.

He’s dressed in an outfit that is sure to turn heads. Black fitted bootcut jeans, heeled boots, a silk tank top tucked in with a cheetah print button-up shirt on top. He chose a classic pearl choker and his usual rings on his fingers. Simple gold hoops and his hair is barely brushed to give his curls some volume. 

He looks fucking good. His ass is shown off and his collarbones are exposed. Taehyung exudes confidence in outfits like this. Like he can take on the world and have men crumbling with a simple walk.

Jimin, in his casual yet styled white t-shirt, sweater vest and white pants, joins him along with Yoongi, in neutral tones, for once, with a light tan button-up and ripped blue jeans. They leave the parking lot together where a pathway goes down to the street crossing. Taehyung has his first class in the Humanities building so he’ll have to make his speech fast if he wants to make it to his class on time. 

He links his arms with the other two, tightly chaining them as they walk to the exit door, leading directly to that path down to the crosswalk. 

And Taehyung can see a small group of people standing by the side of the exit. Hoseok’s trademark baggy jeans standing near someone tall and then someone in a completely black outfit. 

Need directions to the My Chemical Romance concert buddy?

“Hobi!” Taehyung calls. All three of them turn around and only one of them doesn't give him a smile. “Love your outfit, by the way,” he motions to the brunette’s patched beige cargo pants, black t-shirt and black jacket. 

Hoseok gives him a genuine smile. “You too.” His fingers tug at the lapel of Taehyung’s shirt and travel up to flick the pearl necklace sitting on his chest. “Quite the first-day outfit,” he motions. 

“Well, I always dress appropriately for the occasion.” In his best outfit to end a relationship that is completely fabricated. 

“Ready to break a million people’s hearts?” Seokjin asks, slinking a cautious arm around Hosoek’s waist. He smiles at Taehyung, shaggy dark hair combed perfectly to frame his handsome face. A black bomber jacket, white t-shirt and ripped jeans on.  Pretty and clean as always. 

Taehyung laughs. Although this information might actually do more good than harm. “Don’t think I ever will be,” he jokes. Cautiously, he flicks his eyes over to the other, the youngest, for his input. 

He’s been so quiet this entire time, typing away at his phone like an angry business man. He barely even acknowledged Taehyung’s presence. Rude. 

Jeongguk snorts, finally ripping his eyes from his phone and giving them his attention. “They’ll fucking live. No one should’ve sent those pictures in the first place.” He tucks the device in his pocket and fixes the straps of his backpack so they sit perfectly on his shoulders. 

Now, Taehyung gets an actual look at him. His hair curls around his eyebrow, showing off his big clear eyes and flawless skin. He sports an oversized Carhartt shirt that goes down to his elbows and matching black cargo pants, baggy of course, and chunky sneakers. 

That dark, emo, high fashion aesthetic is so.. so quintessentially Jeongguk. It fits him. He looks relaxed and comfortable unlike how stiff he used to sit in the outfits chosen for him. Always tugging and fidgeting. 

He looks good. Not exactly Taehyung’s style but he recognizes its appeal in Jeongguk. 

“True,” Yoongi argues. “But, that’s college for you. The best thing is to shut it down and move on.” 

He nods a head to the campus center where bustles of people group around.

“Yeah. Let’s get this over with.” He raises a hand to tuck some hair away. “I need to get to the housing office before my 9:30 class and put in a roommate request.”

A roommate request? 

Look, there’s nothing wrong with most of the students here but the housing office always seems to randomly select someone that is guaranteed to ruin your life. Either they’re disgusting as fuck or they’re creepy as fuck. Taehyung knew someone whose roommate asked if they could watch them shower for research purposes. Seriously, there’s a reason no one submits those forms. 

But Taehyung rolls his eyes at the other’s hurrying, crossing his arms over his chest. “And here I thought you’d miss our relationship. After everything we’ve been through! You bastard! What about the kids or the house on the beach?” He gasps dramatically, throwing a hand over his forehead in mocked pain. 

Everyone else giggles at his theatrics. Taehyung grows a smirk when he reels back, staring at Jeongguk’s lips set in a hard frown. Not even a muscle twitches. God, who pissed in his coffee this morning?

“Whatever. I feel sad for whatever unlucky soul is forced to deal with all of that later on,” his hand gestures to Taehyung’s entire body and his dismissal hits sharper than he thought. 

His smirk drops. “Me?” Taehyung’s finger points to himself. “Have you met yourself? I think all of that black clothing is getting to your head and wiping all of the fun out.” Whatever happened to the cute Jeonggukie who would play along with Taehyung?

“Well at least I don’t dress like some shitty loveseat from the 80s!” 

Seokjin groans under his breath. “Can both of you shut up already?” His chin rests on Hoseok’s shoulder, holding him close. 

Neither of them hear his grumbling. 

Taehyung points a finger at his body. “You wouldn’t know style even if it rang your doorbell and introduced itself.” 

The younger rolls his eyes. “Oh, you’re such a pompous fucking brat, you know that?” A smirk grows on Taehyung's face. It’s not a forfeit but it definitely feels like a win. 

“Of course I do. Glad to see you finally use your pea-sized brain and figure that out.” 

Part of him wants to pat the younger’s shoulder, really get him agitated just to see how angry he’ll get, but Taehyung holds himself back. 

Touching Jeongguk feels like a somewhat restricted action. 

Jeongguk steps closer, taunting him. “Great, now let’s go tell your fanclub that we aren’t dating so I can spend even less time with you,” he spits out, shaking his head in exasperation. “This is the last thing I wanted to happen.” He nods to his two friends who split from each other and turn with him down the path, leaning on him the entire time instead. 

Taehyung swallows down the pang that cuts deep into his chest, spreading down to his stomach in harsh waves. Jeongguk’s anger is somewhat justified, he wasn’t fair to him all those years ago when they stopped being friends and he isn’t fair now. But that doesn’t take the pain of it all. 

As if the first thirteen years of their lives meant nothing. 

No sleepovers or cuddles. No Mario Kart races or hours jamming to the newest SNSD CDs. No giggles under the covers or playing shark in the pool or warm noodles after a long summer’s day of being outside. It’s all null and void now. 

“Yeah, let’s get this over with.” He’s proud his voice doesn’t waver. Taehyung has gotten better at concealing his emotions over the years, no matter how hard it hurts. 

Jimin and Yoongi join either side of him. They begin a conversation about their Social Psychology class today but he doesn’t pay attention, eyes zoned in on the sight in front of him. 

Taehyung watches Jeongguk walk along the sidewalk next to Seokjin. Their arms are linked and the older is trying and succeeding to make Jeongguk laugh at some corny joke. At some point, his head shakes with a cringed smile.

He can’t remember the last time Jeongguk smiled around him. 

No, you know what? Fuck this. Jeongguk is happy with Seokjin and Hoseok and Taehyung is happy with Jimin and Yoongi and all of his other friends. He has no reason to feel sad. 

People move on, grow apart from each other. There’s no guarantee that you will stay friends forever. He’s made and lost countless friends in his life. Jeongguk is just one of them.

Taehyung just needs to remind that part of his brain. The one that keeps on bringing up the soft moments he had with Jeongguk.  

There’s a nudge against his shoulder. “So have you thought about our offer?” Yoongi asks. “The Josun Palace is nice but you need a home to come to after class or practice.” Fingers brushing wisps of hair out of his face. 

In light of Taehyung’s current homelessness, Yoongi and Jimin have so graciously offered their shared penthouse which has an extra bedroom that he can stay in. All he has to do is pay rent and do chores with them weekly. 

Sounds like a great offer right? A nice room near their university in a swanky penthouse, living  with his best friends all the time.  Fulfilling the American Dream by rooming in with your best friends and spending the nights drinking and watching movies while snuggling on the couch.

WRONG.

Yoongi and Jimin are great but they have one fatal flaw: they fuck everywhere. Literally, everywhere. The couch, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, the laundry room, in a gazebo, in the pool, on a pool chair, in the car, on top of their car and every other place imaginable. And poor Taehyung has had the misfortune of walking in on them multiple times and wanting to shove forks in his eyeballs right afterwards. 

He can’t handle that for a whole year. Especially if Taehyung wants to bring home someone of his own. How awkward would that be?

He scratches the back of his neck. “I need some more time,” he excuses, eyeing Jeongguk pressing the crosswalk button with his elbow while he and Seokjin sing the Pokemon theme song and Hoseok laughs. “I think I might try to find a studio of my own.” 

One of his teammates’ dad is a real estate tycoon. Maybe he can find something there. 

“Okay,” Jimin sings. “But just let us know as soon as possible.”

“Why? Trying to turn my potential room into a sex dungeon or something?” Taehyung jokes but Yoongi avoids his eyes and Jimin breaks into a fit of giggles which is good enough of an answer for him. Blech. 

The light turns red and the white signal turns on. The six walk forward, still split into two completely different conversations at first until Hoseok flips around when he reaches the other side before Taehyung.  

“Better plan your speech soon, Tae.” His hair billows prettily in the wind. “People are already staring.” 

He’s right. People leaving campus and going back to the parking lot are whispering, giving him all sorts of knowing, gossipy looks that Taehyung has seen many times before in his life. He’s used to all of this. Jeongguk, however, is not. 

Taehyung looks over at him. He’s holding Seokjin’s hand and playing with his fingers, avoiding all of the looks and chewing on his bottom lip nervously while the other talks to him in a low, soft tone. It’s a swift punch to his gut, contrary to the pleasure he imagined he’d feel seeing him uncomfortable under the spotlight. 

Jeongguk is right. He doesn’t need to be in this kind of environment. 

He exhales sharply. “Let’s do this.” Then he turns to Jeongguk. “Follow me, okay? Don’t say anything.” Jeongguk nods quickly, tailing him without complaint..

Taehyung takes charge. His long legs trek up the slight incline up to the main quad, a terrible decision with heels but hey, it’s a quick calf workout. Sweat beads a little on his forehead from the sun and the exertion but Taehyung keeps a straight face. He’s used to the ogling eyes following his every move on the runaway and on the streets of Seoul so this is no different.  

When people wave to him, he waves back. When people say hi, he responds. No matter what brews inside of him, he has an image to maintain. 

The others linger behind him, doing the same, mostly following Taehyung through campus. If he continues straight through the path, he’ll reach the main building with administrative, housing and student services, surrounded by patches of green grass where students lay blankets to read, eat, study and chill with their friends. 

Before that is the quad, concrete tiles in all the same color except for the ones that spell their school on the ground. To the left is the cafeteria with various cafes and a Subway. On the right side are the stairs that go up to the various department buildings. Students pour out from either side, immediately catching Taehyung and talking, keeping their eyes on his every move. Pointing and buzzing about him. 

The center of the quad has these medium-sized stone planters with a growing green bush with pink flowers blooming on it randomly spliced throughout. There is a bench along the perimeter that Taehyung places his bag on before standing on it. 

He cups his hands around his mouth. “Could I have your attention please?” Taehyung yells, lilting his tone to sound cuter and perkier. As if most of the people here don’t already have their eyes planted on their group.

People all around glance in his direction, pausing whatever they are doing to listen to what he has to say. Hoards of them crowd around the planter, right behind the five Taehyung came here with like he’s a general about to give a pep talk before a sneak attack on the enemy. Almost every person on the quad joins. 

They’re still whispering about it, he’s sure. Words like date, boyfriend, whore, slut, they all come up but they don’t phase Taehyung one bit. He’s got one chance, and he’s definitely not going to fuck this up.

Instead, he smiles brightly.

“First of all, Happy First Day of Fall Semester!” Taehyung cheers, starting a cacophony of shouts, whoops and claps from his fanclub as Jeongguk referred to it. “For some of us, it’s a familiar feeling but to those of you who are new, welcome to KU. You’re going to love it.”

God, he lays it on too thick but this is how he charms people. You tap into the sensitive bits, show you care, and reel them in. This is how he’s always worked and it has never let him down.

A few more people stroll in, noticing the mass by the planter and urge their friends to join in. Increasing the group in size, which is just what Taehyung wants. 

“If you don’t know me, my name is Kim Taehyung,” he places a hand on his chest, putting on his cutest smile and his sweetest voice. “I’m co-captain of the tennis team with Jung Hoseok.” Taehyung gestures to the brunette who shyly waves when people look at him. “And it would really mean a lot to me if you could come to our first game. It’s on the last Friday of this month and tickets are $5 so please come and support.” 

Some more cheers and claps echo. Taehyung looks down at the crowd and immediately finds Jeongguk rolling his eyes at the insanity around him. 

“We love you Taehyung!”

“You’re the best!” 

Taehyung’s grin grows with every bit of praise. It feels nice after spending the last few minutes feeling like shit for all of this even happening. “Aw, I love you guys, too.” The cheers increase deafeningly in volume. 

“Marry me, Taehyung!” Someone shouts from the crowd. Bursts of laughter ring through the air until someone cuts through them.   

“He’s already in a relationship, idiot!” 

A twinge runs down his spine; a mix of panic and fear that spreads goosebumps everywhere. Everyone on this campus knows about that stupid post and, unlike on social media, Taehyung can’t ignore a hoard of people who are angry at him when they are standing right in front of him.   

There is so much damage they could do. Not just to him but to his entire reputation.  

He chuckles. “Now, now,” Taehyung tries to calm them down with his hands. “That was the second thing I wanted to clear up.” Meeting Jeongguk’s eyes, he nods to the bench he’s standing on and the other gulps before handing Seokjin his backpack and slowly making his way to the bench to stand by it. Jeongguk looks up expectantly when he inches closer to Taehyung. 

This is it. This is all he’s here for. All he has to do is clear up all the nonsense caused by one stupid post and live his life without Jeongguk’s presence in it.

But then Taehyung makes the mistake of looking back into the crowd and making direct eye contact with Doeun and Jae. His smile crumbles at the side. 

The latter stands there with a confused yet irritated expression as people push and bat him around. His eyes dance around the crowd until he lands on Taehyung and his stare narrows in bitterness. He’s angry and probably, for some insane reason, probably blaming all of this commotion on Taehyung.

Meanwhile, Doeun just watches with that knowing look on his face. The one makes it seem like he’s the puppeteer behind it all. The arm he has around Jae’s shoulders is snug. He looks comfortable and vice versa. Taehyung wonders if Jae knows what has gone down with him and Doeun. Would he melt into Doeun’s touch or would he push him away in disgust?

Taehyung’s hand clenches into a fist by his thighs when the little fucker sends him a sly wink. A sour taste fills his mouth. 

Fuck this. That asshole can’t have control over him anymore. He seems to be everywhere, in Taehyung’s mind, standing in his hotel lobby, on his balcony, in his sheets, his shower, dark parking lots, on his phone and in his texts and in his head. He can’t handle it anymore. 

Taehyung needs to get away from him. He needs a safe spot, a reason for Doeun to keep his distance. 

But how? Who can help him?

Who is desperate enough to say yes?

Jeongguk shuffles a little closer to Taehyung and nudges him in the side with a soft elbow to his calf, urging him to continue. Taehyung snaps out of his stare. 

“Tell them,” he whispers, blinking up with large bright eyes. 

 Jeongguk!  He can help Taehyung. 

“U-uh,” he stutters. “I’m sure all of you saw GossipBlast’s post last night of me and Jeon Jeongguk and you all are wondering if they are true or not.” Taehyung swallows slowly, pausing for what might seem to be a dramatic effect but in reality he’s thinking. 

If he plays this right, feeds into this rumor and has Jeongguk work to his advantage, Doeun could be off his tracks and leave him alone forever! Then his mother and step-dad can finally relax about the entire thing.

But that’s only if Jeongguk agrees to help him without knowing the full details. Will he? He isn’t the type to do nice things for someone he doesn’t like. And Taehyung is definitely not someone who he’ll do favors for out of the goodness of his heart.

Unless Taehyung does something for him that is. 

And he knows just what he can offer. 

Taehyung gets back in the zone. His audience waits patiently while he can sense Jeongguk getting annoyed at the stalling. God knows how he’s going to react to what Taehyung is about to say. “Although this was sent in secretly and those pictures were taken illicitly, I am thankful because now, I get to tell you all,” he looks down to find Jeongguk’s shoulder a few inches from his body and clamps his hand down on the mass softly, “that it is true! Jeongguk and I are in fact dating.” 

The crowd goes completely silent. Jeongguk’s head snaps up to his, tensing, their friends looking equally as bewildered. 

His mouth shuts and his jaw tenses while a tuft of hair falls over his face. The line of his jaw is so sharp that if Taehyung runs his finger along the bone, he might slice his finger open. The sparkle seems to leave Jeongguk’s eyes, leaving an angry, irritated, furious man. Taehyung immediately bounces back to the crowd. 

He watches the muscles in their faces completely relax from a smile to shock. Some people frown, looking to the side in anger or jealousy, Taehyung can’t really tell. The reaction is mixed and overwhelmingly confusing to navigate. 

But Taehyung knows people and he can work a crowd like it’s his fucking job. Currently, they’re in a fragile state but all it takes is a simple switch to get them on his side. 

Begin the guilt trip!

“I wish I could’ve told you all in a much better way,” he sulks, pouting like a child that was told no. “I know that you all would’ve appreciated something more personal, I would’ve preferred it that way. But I’m very happy right now and I hope you all can be supportive of us in the future.” Taehyung looks down at Jeongguk, whose ears are turning bright red with either rage or shyness (or both), and squeezes his shoulder with a goofy smile. 

The action feels foreign and weird, especially with the discomfort that is so obviously etched in Jeongguk’s ruggedly soft features. If people look closely enough, they’ll sense his irritation and come to the conclusion that this entire thing is a scam. His lips part to let out a shaky exhale and he breaks eye contact. 

He’s not happy with this at all. 

Taehyung pushes down the momentary worry and flicks his attention back to the crowd of people whispering about it. He searches through the slew of people to find Doeun and Jae, the former finally breaking his smug look to furrow his eyebrows while Jae seems to be ranting in his ear vividly. Expressively, he goes off and Taehyung is so curious about what the little shit has to say about him. 

Then, someone speaks up from the crowd. “We,” they start, stumbling over their words for a second, “We will support you and your new boyfriend, Taehyung-ssi!” 

“We want you to be happy!” 

Everyone else breaks out into chants and claps, thankfully agreeing, and Taehyung breathes out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much. I am so grateful for all of you,” he sends quick flying kisses in their directions before placing a hand on his chest. “I love you all.” 

He feels like an idol that just got over a shitty dating scandal, bowing at the dispersing crowd and sending them his biggest smile. 

Some of them peek over to see Jeongguk and his reactions, maybe stick around to see a kiss or something, but as the crowd moves with satisfaction, all of the stranglers are pushed aside like stray shells with a tide. 

A job well-fucking-done. 

Taehyung jumps down from the bench, landing right next to his brand new boyfriend with a content sigh and an accomplished smile on his face. “Well, that went better than I–”

“What the fuck was that, Kim?” Jeongguk seethes. He turns to look Taehyung directly in the eye now that they are alone and the air around them suddenly goes so cold. “You said you were going to fix it. Now you’ve just made it worse.”

Genuine anger drips from his tone, shoulders hunching in, jaw ticking and strands of shiny dark hair falling over his narrowed eyes. Goosebumps litter Taehyung’s skin and he knows he can’t blame the barely there breeze for them. 

He can, however, blame that jawline. 

The others join to form a circle, arms crossed with disappointed looks on their faces. Even Yoongi who (even though  he says he doesn’t play favorites) always finds a way to absolve Taehyung of anything, stares back in disbelief. 

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I know but just let me explain, okay?” Taehyung looks around to make sure no one is lingering around to listen in on their conversation. The coast is clear. “I saw Jae and his new boyfriend Doeun in the crowd looking all curious about the rumor and it gave me an idea to help you. So I lied and it worked. He got all pissy about it. Look,” his chin juts to the stairs to the cafe. 

Jae sips on a drink, still ranting to Doeun angrily like he’s retelling The Iliad to him. 

Taehyung studies Jeongguk’s reaction. The pinch between his brows melts and his teeth tease the skin of his bottom lip in thought, training on the erratic way that Jae seems to be angrily talking after what transpired. The tension leaves his shoulders, softening and relaxing into a slump and he turns back to face Taehyung. 

“You did this,” he spells out slowly, “for me?” 

It’s sort of laughable. If Taehyung could, he’d pour ice cubes down Jeongguk’s shirt every morning just for funsies. He’s spent a good portion of his teens pretending like the guy doesn’t even exist. 

And now he’s helping him? 

Why? Because he heard about how much Jae hurt him and it awoke some sickly sweet nostalgic protection he has over Jeongguk? Because watching Jeongguk be sad is like digging a knife into his side?

Jimin snorts. “Well, it’s not like Tae’s a big fan of your ex-boyfriend either, JK.” A sly smile threatens to curve his cheek upwards and expose a dimple. “Maybe this was a little for him too.”

It was. It has a lot to do with him too but no one needs to know the real reason why so Taehyung goes with it. 

“Yeah,” he scoffs, “I hate him.” 

“So do I.” Hoseok jumps in. “Jin hyung too.” 

“He’s like the human embodiment of burning your tongue.”

“He’s like the embodiment of what stubbing your toe feels like,” Jimin adds. 

Yoongi ponders for a moment. “I also wondered how someone could be so fucking annoying all the time and not have a single idea about it.” Taehyung laughs softly. 

“Okay wait,” Jeongguk cuts through and his hostility hasn’t gone away yet. “So you lied so I could make Jae jealous?” He asks, Taehyung nods. “But what’s in it for you?” 

If you’ve seen the movies, you know that these sorts of things are always transactional. Each person gets something in return. 

They also always end with the two leads falling in love but Taehyung is going to ignore that for now. He’s positive that’s never going to happen to the two of them, knowing the history they share.

He smirks and flips a curl out of his gaze so he can look into those glimmering eyes clearly. “I was hoping I could get that free room you got,” he asks coyly. 

Living with Yoongi and Jimin was an obvious no for Taehyung. If he walked in on them having sex one more time he might need to somehow get amnesia. And living in a hotel wasn’t going to last forever. He does need a home to come to. 

He needs a kitchen and his own sheets and he needs personality. Not emotionless room service delivery boys and pre-selected paintings that make his brain hurt. 

Taehyung wants to come back home from a long day of practice and crash into his bed, make himself a late night sandwich between study sessions, and watch TV on a small couch. He wants the true college apartment experience that he can’t get anywhere else. 

Expectantly, he braces himself for Jeongguk to flat out reject his idea. To push him away in disgust and regret the moment he handed all of the power to Taehyung to fix the rumor. 

They hate each other after all. 

But Jeongguk tenses and switches his balance on his feet. “Are you serious?” One might mistake a tinge of hopefulness in his tone. 

“Yes, you live in Paradise and you have an extra room so I’m swooping in!”

Seokjin and Yoongi nod their heads impressively while Hoseok and Jimin wiggle their eyebrows at each other. Taehyung does not know what that means nor does he want to. Shitheads. 

“So is that a yes?” He tries. Taehyung gets up on the balls of his feet, tries to use his puppy dog eyes which, from his vivid memory of their childhood, always used to work on Jeongguk. “Please? I won't bother you. I’ll do everything you want me to. Anything you ask.” 

His eyelashes flutter and he tilts his head in a way that’s all sweet and pliant. Taehyung can see the resolve cracking in Jeongguk’s eyes and he turns away, ears turning the slightest shade of red. But he still isn’t 100% sold. 

“And this whole, fake relationship thing.” He raises a hand up to run through his hair. The strands flip back to expose his smooth forehead, pushing it so that it’s more or less out of his face and Taehyung’s lips part as his eyes trail on the motion. “What’s your plan for that?” 

Taehyung glosses over it for a moment, ignoring the way his brain lingers on Jeongguk’s hair and trying to form some semblance of a plan. He knows there’s no point in stretching this for too long but he still wants to keep his room until the end of the year or if he ever finds something better. 

“We date till the end of the semester, have an amicable break-up, stay friendly with each other and move on. Simple,” he shrugs.

Like he’s said, he’s seen all of the movies and he knows how this shit goes. Each tropey thing brings the couples closer and closer together to increase the sexual tension until they fall in love despite all of their differences, with a few moments of angst thrown in, but that isn’t going to happen here. 

Because Taehyung doesn’t really fall in love with anyone. People fall in love with him and he lets them wallow until they move on. It’s going to stay that way. 

“Believe me, I’ve spent my time being scrutinized by the public eye. I know what the people want to see out of this,” he leans in. “They want the opposites-attract aesthetic couple being cute and sappy on Instagram and only tastefully affectionate in public for them to gush over and envy. We can easily do that.” He motions to their opposing outfits. 

Throw in some fake dates where they take pictures, a little hand-holding, and maybe they can each go to their games and boom, everyone believes in their relationship. 

Jeongguk still gazes at him apprehensively. His brain demands that he go over every possible detail before making a decision. He doesn’t want to be brash, it seems, jumping into god knows what with a person that he doesn’t know if he can trust. Taehyung reassures him once more. 

“The moment you want out, it’s over, okay? No pressure to last until the end of the semester . It’ll be simple and quick. That’s all we owe each other.” Taehyung extends his hand out to him, long fingers lonely in the wind, waiting for Jeongguk to securely intertwine with them. “Deal?” 

This will be easy. No awkwardness, no feelings, they barely have to acknowledge each other besides a few measly dates and small moments in public. It’ll be short and sweet and meaningless.  

And then Jeongguk and Taehyung can go back to pretending like the other barely even exists. A perfect plan. 

Now he can get Jae all jealous and a new roommate. Two problems solved in one go. While Taehyung can find a way to get Doeun off his back and find a permanent place to stay that is way closer to campus. 

There really is no reason for him to say no. 

Jeongguk sets his jaw, reaching forward and linking his hand with Taehyung’s. His palm is warm and soft and sure when he shakes it twice firmly. He looks directly into Taehyung's eyes and doesn’t waver. 

“Okay. Deal.”

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BC!JK

you wanna know how many straws broke the camels back? it was probably five. five meaning it took five days before you were pushed to your breaking point.

you didn’t want to accept jungkook’s feelings? fine.

you think he’s a bully? he’ll show you a bully.

jungkook doesn’t attend his classes with you anymore. matter of fact, he’s back hanging with his friends who all agreed in making your life worse than hell itself.

they bump into you from time to time with jungkook purposely shoving you onto the floor, knocking your belongings on the ground, and purposely tripping you to make you fall. if danielle comes to your defense, jungkook easily sends hoseok and yoongi to mess with her to get her to fuck off.

they all take turns writing horrible things about you on your locker for everyone to see. oh yeah, jungkook burned your new journal AGAIN, yoongi spreads rumors about your crush on eunwoo and now the entire school won’t leave you alone about it.

you thought you were just some ugly loser? well now you’re a whore, slut, and a bitch. jungkook always tells you to shut up when you complain or says “it’s all your fault” when everyone harasses you.

this behavior happens throughout the week over and over with little to no adult interference no matter how many times you bring it to their attention.

seokjin thought it was funny to snap your headphones like jongin did and did jungkook stop him? nope. he just shrugged his shoulders and carried on with his new presumed fuck buddy, kim yerin.

taehyung tore your sketchbook apart and again, no one helped you. everyone just laughs at your torment and calls you a crybaby for whining about it.

your final straw, the straw that broke the camel’s back was on a friday when you were minding your own business and jungkook took it upon himself to pour a whole carton of milk atop your head for everyone to watch.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!! I THOUGHT YOU FUCKING LIKED ME BUT YOU NEVER DID HUh? y-you…I HATE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK. I HATE ALL OF YOU” you cry before snatching your belongings with tears down your eyes and leaving the cafeteria not even bothering to look back to see if anyone was following you. you’re sure no one did because nobody cares about you anyways. you just wish you could disappear forever and never reappear. you thought jungkook was your friend all you did was tell him you couldn’t like him the way he liked you and in return he…he lied to you all over again.

you’ll never let him get close to you ever again. you take back all of the things you said about him.

“i should’ve never went to that fucking game” you cry while storming out of the building. “i should’ve never helped you with your homework. i should’ve never met with you at that café. i should’ve never believed you could change. i should’ve never believed you actually liked me. i shouldn’t have worn those clothes to impress you. i shouldn’t have walked with you to class. i shouldn’t have believed you were my friend”

It hurts him a lot to see you like this, he doesn’t want to make you cry, but you have just left him no choice, and it’s not like he enjoys seeing you in torture.. it hurts him alot. 

And he does feel like a hypocrite, but why couldn’t you just accept his feelings and be with him and everything would’ve been great?

How many times does he have to make you understand that he doesn’t want to be with another woman that’s not you? Jungkook it’s quietly watching you as you cry screaming to yourself.

And your words are really harsh- but your tears are what’s causing him the most pain. Jungkook wants to comfort, and he wants to apologize but he can’t.

But his heart flutters when you admit to dressing up for him., to impress him… did you really want to impress him? Jungkook tries to get a look at you so he decides to approach you.

“Crying like always… pathetic.”

[moonbyulsstuff]

Viral Hit Men Headcanon: What’s it like dating them.

Characters: Hobin Yu, Taehun Seong, Yeonu Ji, Snapper, Munseong Kim, Seongjun Baek, Mangi Hwang, Hyeonsu Lee, Lee Jinho (244), Wangguk Han.

GN Reader.

Requested by: Not.

Request Rules.

Masterlist.

Snapper part is super short, I can’t think of anything else.

Hobin Yu:

He was really nervous at the beginning in your relationship, since he had never been in a relationship before and try his best in your two relationship.

And he would get flustered whenever you would kiss him or hold his hands, compliment him, show some kind of affection and it was really adorable to see his flustering his face.

If you ever need anything, he was right there standing with the object in hand. 

Feeling down? His arms was open for you and ready to listen.

So, he was a caring boyfriend.

You were the first one to always to show him affection since he’s too embarrassed about it but if you really needed it, he would be the one to initiate it.

He would give you gifts time to time and most of the time, it was really expensive gifts which made you feel bad since the male was not that rich and he only needed money to pay his mother’s hospital bills and more. 

So you would return the gesture to, even though he tells you that it’s alright.

If he ever made you feel upset, Hobin would try to do some stupid shit to make it up to you which always get a laugh out of you.

But if someone made you upset, oh boy. They would be apologizing to you in their knees.

If someone ever flirts with you, he would drag you away while glaring at the person.

Taehun Seong:

This man is such an asshole, but he’s your asshole.

He would tease you at times but if his teasing made genuinely upset then he would apologize to you, by taking you or giving you gifts while apologizing.

He would also try and win some gifts from the arcade for you.

(If you’re shorter than him) he would put his chin on top of your head and cover you with his jacket. (If you’re taller than him) he put his head on your neck and hugged you while covering you with his jacket.

He likes hugging you from behind way more than in the front.

Whenever you two go out, and if you are short he would put his arms around your arm and if you are taller than him, he would held your hand instead.

He would also let you do his eyeliner while you sat on his lap or him sitting on your lap.

You really like sleeping on top since you can just snuggle against his chest and like... that’s your favorite part of his body.

Taehun would also pin against the wall by using one of his legs since the male is goddamn flexible.

He wanted you to learn Taekwondo, but if you don’t want to, that’s fine but he would grumbling underneath his breath. But if you do want to, he’s ecstatic and really happy but doesn’t show it.

If you are feeling upset, he would cuddle you and stroke your hair while at it.

And if someone made you upset, then he’s beating that person up. But if it’s a girl, ooooohhhhh, that girl would be a crying mess because of how harsh Taehun words is.

If someone ever flirts with you, he would threaten the person.

Yeonu Ji:

This male is the ideal boyfriend/husband.

He’s very understanding and it makes you think sometimes that you don’t deserve him.

He would cook for you food if you were feeling down.

He would help you study if you were failing at a subject and doesn’t mind explaining something for you over and over again.

He literally likes being pampered, being hugged by you and being the little spoon is his thing.

He would also surprise with beautiful dates, beautiful expensive gifts just for you.

If he ever made you upset, he would make you food, give you letters while hugging you and littering you with kisses..

You really like to smuggle your face into his chest since you know... yeah... but it embarrassed him a bit since he felt someone who do that.

(If you have glasses, ignore this part) You would try on his glasses but it hurt your eyes sometimes.

If someone made you upset, he would go talk with that person with a threatening aura and smile as he talk with that person.

If you ever want something, he would immediately buy it for you.

If someone ever flirts with you, he would smoothly talk in the way and try to get the person away with a threatening smile.

Munseng Kim:

This man would be oblivious sometimes but he knows what to do.

He would literally protect you from anyone.

He would give you flowers or keychains.

If he ever made you upset, he would be in front of your door with flowers in hand as well as chocolate with a kicked like puppy face plastered on his face.

He would be sometimes be shirtless in front of you, which you were okay with.

Munseong would also try to teach you some moves so you could protect yourself from danger.

He would always hug you from behind and likes to put his face against your hair, since he likes to smell your hair.

If someone ever flirts with you, he would be behind you while glaring at the person.

You two would also go to the same cat cafe every time since Munseong likes it there.

He also like it when you style his hair.

And whenever you two were on school, you would always be by his desk and talk to each other and also playing with his hair whenever he fell asleep.

Seongjun Baek:

This is male is the sweetest you swore you were going to get diabetes or something.

He will always cook for you whenever you are hungry.

He would also let you style his hair and you let him do yours.

And he would also teach you how to cook.

He also like to cuddle with a lot after streaming, he just want to bathe in you arms and sleep for the rest of the day.

He also likes to spoil you a lot, since he has a lot of money of course. 

But if you were a famous newtuber like him, he would be pretty jealous of how much people proclaiming their love to you. It was annoying to him so he would always be grumbling underneath his breath while you try to calm him down.

You two would also sometimes go to the beach and watch the sunset there while cuddling with each other.

He really likes to kiss you lot, but his favorite place is your lips of course.

If he ever made you upset, he will be cooking your favorite food while also talking to you saying on how sorry he is.

But if someone ever made you upset, you bet that Seongjun will “talk” with that person.

He also like to show you off a lot actually, like introducing in such an embarrassing way.

Snapper {Jihyeok Woo):

This male would be pretty much a simp. The biggest one out of everyone.

He would spoil you so much with expensive gifts.

He would also try to show off but sometimes fail miserably but doesn’t mind since you always give him a kiss on the cheek in the end.

He also like to by complimented by you a lot so be sure to do it.

He likes being cuddled by you and likes being the little spoon between the two of you.

If he ever made you upset, he would be on his knees while giving you flowers.

But if someone had upset you then he would go talk with them, even though he can get scared but when it comes to you. He would do anything to protect you.

Mangi Hwang:

This man is one of the best boyfriends.

Like for real!!

A lot of people judge Mangi easily because of how scary he looks but he’s an actual nice guy.

This would protect you like nobody business.

Someone talks crap about? Mangi is right behind them ready to threaten them. Someone had upset you? They would beat them but if it’s a girl, he’ll talk to them.

He’ll give you gifts and take you on dates.

You would also massage his head and try different wigs on him, he doesn’t really mind actually.

You two also stream together, usually talking about on how life has gone together and the fans super love it because of how cute you two are.

And whenever you two cuddle, he’s always the big spoon since him being the little spoon is hard.

Whenever he made you upset, he would have flowers, chocolates ready in hand and already at your doorstep and bonus of Hobin and Snapper having the radio of a music that you two love music playing in the background.

Hyeonsu Lee:

This man...is tsundere 2.0.

It’s quite hard for him to do couple things since he never has done so before and it’s hard for him to express it to you.

But over time it has become easy for him to express his feelings for you but there were still some things that need work.

He doesn’t really give you gifts so it’s quite rare for him to do so and when he does, it’s quite surprising but he loves the reaction whenever you are surprised that he had bought you a gift.

Hyeonsu would also try to make you comfortable whenever you two go out on a date.

If someone is flirting you, expect for them to get punch unless they are a girl.

Whenever you two cuddle, he is always the bigger spoon. It doesn’t matter if you are bigger than him. He’s the big spoon when it comes to you two cuddling with each other.

If he made you upset then he would try and apologize, he would stutter but he tried. Sometimes he has a gift in hand or not but most of the time he doesn’t since he thinks he should apologize without any gifts.

And the favorite place he likes to you at is the your forehead.

Jinho Lee (244):

This man is somehow in the middle, he can be a decent boyfriend but not really.

He’s obsessive when it comes you and really overprotective to the point it annoys someone.

And since he has a business, he can get everything that you want. He has control in every place and it doesn’t matter if it’s an item that had sold out or already stopped making. The next thing you know, that object is at your table with a written hand card from him.

He can be aggressive and abusive, it’s hard to break up him since he manipulates and uses tactics for you not to leave him.

But then again, you really can’t leave him and you know it since he has eyes and ears everywhere and he can find you easily and take you back in a blink of a eye.

Since he does paintings, he has a lot of paintings of you, it’s hidden in a room that’s made up a bunch of your photos and much more.

Whenever you two go out, he would make sure you wouldn’t leave his side, if you want to go somewhere. he has to be with you or one of his underlings to look out for you.

If someone is flirting with you, that person is gone by the next day.

If he ever made you upset... well...

You rarely get upset by him but when you do, he’s already convinced for you to forgive you with affections and gifts and such.

Whenever you two cuddle, he will always be the small spoon no matter what and you can’t really argue with him.

Wangguk Han:

This man is husband material.

He’s really caring and understanding, way more than the others.

You need space? He’s willing to give it you. He made you upset? Flowers, gifts ready in hand and with a genuine apology ready for you.

He really doesn’t have any money since they stopped doing Newtube but him and Gaeul are now working for Hobin, he has money to spare. So he uses it to buy gifts for you.

If someone is flirting with you, he is very passive aggressive with it.

If he ever made you upset, he’s on his knees with an apology and he’s willing to do it for hours just for your forgiveness.

He can be the small and the big spoon depending on your taste.

He’s protective of you in the way where it’s not annoying.

You and his sister Gaeul are best friends.

I kinda lost the will to write during the last few parts for the others.

[hanjisick]

yandere skz reaction … an emotional s/o

warning. this is not how i portray the members of stray kids or how you should either. this is purely for entertainment purposes.

bang chan.

“hey, hey! it’s okay! everything is okay.” no matter how ridiculous your problem may be, he will always be there for you.

he never seems to get tired of holding you close in his arms and rocking you back and forth. he’ll often push your head into the crook of his neck and place kisses to the side of your head.

chan will whisper reassurance to you and he always knows exactly what you need to hear. if you’re just having an emotional day, he’ll offer his hoodie for you to wear in hopes of comforting you. chan wants to be the best boyfriend for you.

lee minho.

minho won’t know what to do. he’ll stare at you blankly as you cry over something futile. he would understand if it was because of pain that he caused you or others, but this was strange to him. but deep down, he would feel the need to help you.

without a word, he’d engulf you in a tight hug. “what happened?”

when you explained your dilemma to him, he’d want to crack a smile at how ridiculous it sounded. but minho would hold it down, he didn’t want to make it any worse.

seo changbin.

when he found you crying alone in your small room, without saying anything, he would leave, only to return with a blanket and your favorite snack.

“talk to me,” he’d wrap the blanket around your shaking arms and place the food in your lap.

he’d listen intently with no judgement, threading his fingers through your hair to calm you down. he’d offer advice or comfort or reassuring words, anything that you needed in that moment. changbin would figure out how to make it all better.

hwang hyunjin.

whether he shows it or not, hyunjin is an empath. he always knows when others are upset— especially you. he doesn’t want you to realize that he understands your feelings or cares, because he knows that you might take advantage of him and run from him.

but if you catch him in the right mood after being good for a long time, before you can even start crying, he’ll gesture you over to his lap with a sigh. with your chest against his, hyunjin’s arms will wrap around your waist as you fall apart in his grasp.

han jisung.

chances are, he’ll begin to cry as well. both of you would be sobbing messes and his solution to every problem is to wrap his arms around you.

“don’t start crying,” he’ll caress your face and pout, “if you start to cry, i’ll cry too, and then we’ll both cry forever!”

while he wouldn’t be the best with comforting words, jisung is always willing to calm you with touches. he’ll have his hands in your hair and place kisses to the top of your head until you’re calm, and then he’ll want to cuddle up to you and watch a movie.

lee felix.

his first response is to ask who had hurt you. after all, why would you cry if that wasn’t the case? he quickly grew furious, asking you questions quickly about whoever it was.

when he realized that somebody didn’t hurt you, and that you were just being emotional, he would cool down. wiping your tears with the pads of his thumbs, giving you a warm smile and an apology. he found it endearing that you cried over lots of things, and he’d eventually realize that most of the time it wasn’t another person making you upset.

kim seungmin.

seungmin hates nothing more than seeing you cry, it’s his biggest weakness. the moment that your eyes begin to water, he’ll drop anything and everything to comfort you.

“please don’t cry,” he’ll beg you, “we can go out for ice cream. i can take you to your favorite store. we can cuddle and watch movies, don’t cry!”

it doesn’t matter what he needs to do to make you smile again, he’ll do it. he’ll bring you all the stars and the moon if that’s what you wanted.

yang jeongin.

his heart will shatter into tiny pieces at your tears. jeongin can’t handle it and begin to question if it was his fault. he won’t be sure what to do in fear of making you feel worse. in this moment you’re like a delicate piece of glass. if he makes one wrong move, it’ll be over.

jeongin will stare at you until you ask for him to comfort you for him to finally snap out of his thoughts and run over, gathering you up in his arms. but even then, he won’t be quite sure what to do next, opting to rock you back and forth and let you cry on his shoulder.

requested. masterlist. / @hanjisick