#he is the kindest and funniest guy around and I love that we grew up with him and we always play video games with him too

[galariangengar]

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[bangtan4ever]

The Protector

Pairings: Yeonjun x Reader

Word count: 1738 words

Genre: Angst, Fluff

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written. Sorry if it’s bad

“We broke up.” You said as tears fell down your face.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Why did you guys break up?” Yeonjun asked with a soft comforting voice.

“Well… he cheated on me…” you answered as your voice began to break.

“He what? He cheated on you? He cheated on my best friend? The kindest, clumsy, and funniest girl on earth?”

Yeonjun tried his best to comfort you. He tried to make you smile and it kind of worked.

“Y-yeah…” you answered.

His reply made you smile a little. Yeonjun has been your friend since middle school. Since then, you two pretty much grew up together. He was always there for you when no one else was.

“If I ever see him in person, I’m going to teach him a lesson. No one hurts my best friend like that!” He said. His words made you smile a little more.

“Thank you for always being here for me.” You said as you hugged Yeonjun. “It really means a lot to me.

“That’s what friends are for. So what do you want for dinner? My treat.” Yeonjun asked.

“Umm… how about we just stay in tonight? I don’t really feel li-”

Before you could finish your words, Yeonjun grabbed your hand and dragged you to the door.

“We’re going out for dinner. I just thought of something.”

“B-but.” You stuttered as Yeonjun looked  at you while he raised his eyebrow. You looked up at him and just continued to put on your shoes.

After all, he was just trying to cheer you up.

Yeonjun ended up taking you to the Han river. It was one of your favorite places. It was the type of place that makes you feel relaxed as you enjoyed the view of the river. You came here often, especially on the days where you felt stressed.

The two of you walked closer to the river. Yeonjun guided you to the bench near by where you two sat next to each other.

“Y/N, sit here. I’ll be back.” He said.

He ran back up the hill.

You sat there enjoying the view as you waited for Yeonjun to come back. There was no one else around. It was quiet, peaceful. Just what you needed. As you sat there alone, you heard someone walk closer to you. You turned your head back thinking it was Yeonjun.

“Hey, what took you so lo-” you were startled, out of all the places he could’ve been, he came here. You made eye contact with Jungsoo.

“Y/N… what are you doing here?”

You were shocked, you didn’t think that you would run into each other here. Especially not after what happened.

“Umm.. I came here wi-”

“She came here with me.” Yeonjun interrupted while holding a bag in his hand.

Yeonjun grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him. You always knew he was protective over you but you haven’t seen him like this before. It made you feel safe. You felt thankful that you had him as a friend.

Jungsoo walked closer to you and Yeonjun, he reached out for your hand and grabbed it.

“Let go of her.” Yeonjun said in a stern voice.

“No, I need to talk to her.” Jungsoo replied as he tugged you over to him, causing Yeonjun to lose his grip on your hands. Jungsoo pulled you with him as he tried to walk the two of you away from Yeonjun.

“Jungsoo, let go of me. You’re hurting me” You said as tears started to fall down your cheek.

Jungsoo didn’t listen to you, he continued to drag you along with him.

You looked behind you to see where Yeonjun was, he was running behind you trying to catch up. You then felt Yeonjun’s hand on yours. This time, he held your hand tighter than before.

“Let go of Y/N!!” Yeonjun shouted with anger as he pulled you behind him, stepping in front of you.

Jungsoo stopped and looked back at you and Yeonjun.

Yeonjun glared at Jungsoo with disgust. He wasn’t going to let this man take his best friend away from him.

“I really need to talk to you Y/N.” Jungsoo said as his voice started to break.

“What more do you need to say? You’ve already broke my heart. You cheated on me.” You answered with pain in your voice.

“Can we just talk? The two of us?” Jungsoo asked.

“Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of Yeonjun.” You answered as you started backing away from Jungsoo and moving closer to Yeonjun.

“Look, I’m really sorry about what happened. I didn’t mean to cheat on you. She came onto me and I didn’t know what to do. I know I messed up but I can’t live without you. I love you. Can I get a second chance? Can we get back together? I promise I won’t do it again. Please, I’m sorry. I’ll treat you better this time.” Jungsoo begged.

You stood there, speechless. Hearing his words made you feel bad for him. You missed him, you loved him. But you knew that after all the pain he put you through, you didn’t want to risk getting hurt again. You felt Yeonjun holding your hand a little tighter. He turned you so you were facing him, he held your other hand in his and looked at you. He could tell you were hurting, he could tell you wanted to take Jungsoo back but he also knew you were stronger than that to just fall into Jungsoo’s trap.

“Y/N, answer me. Can we get back together?” Jungsoo asked again as he tried reaching for your arm.

“No.” You answered. “We can’t. You’ve hurt me for too long. I don’t want to get hurt anymore. I deserve to be happy, I deserve to be loved and you couldn’t do that. You hurt me, took advantage of me, you used me. So no, we can’t get back together.” You continued.

“Bu-”

Before Jungsoo could finish, Yeonjun interrupted.

“She said no. what don’t you understand?” Yeonjun said sounding irritated.

“Come on Y/N, let’s go.” Yeonjun said pulling you along with him as he walked back closer to the Han river.

You followed his lead. Yeonjun was your life saver, he was like an angel that was sent down to earth to protect his loved ones. You wouldn’t even know where you’d be if Yeonjun wasn’t there for you.

“You were bad in bed anyways! Good luck with your new boyfriend! You’ll regret not getting back together with me.” Jungsoo shouted.

You and Yeonjun heard him from a distance.

Hearing that made Yeonjun angry, you saw him clench his other hand into a fist. You put your other hand on top of his signaling for him to calm down and just let it go. Letting him know it wasn’t worth it to fight back. Feeling your hand on top of his made him feel more at ease.

As the two of you walked closer to the bench you were at before running into Jungsoo, you started to let go of Yeonjun’s hand and stood next to him.

“I’m sorry about that.” You said

“Don’t be sorry, it wasn’t your fault.” Yeonjun answered with a calm voice.

The two of you looked into the distance, watching the lights of the buildings around. You stared at the stars while enjoying each other’s presence.

You all of a sudden felt Yeonjun’s hand searching for yours. He placed his hand on top of yours and held it tight. It was normal for the two of you to hold hands but this time, it felt different. You could feel your heart beat faster than ever. A feeling you’ve never felt before.

You could see from the side of your eye that Yeonjun was looking at you.

You turned your head towards him and looked into his eyes. The two of you stared at each other trying to figure out what this feeling was.

He moved closer to you and you did the same. The tension between the two of you was getting stronger. Your heart began to beat faster and your face started to feel hot.

Soon enough, his lips touched yours. You closed your eyes. You found yourself not refusing the kiss. You liked it. Something about it made your heart flutter.

He let go of the bag that was in his other hand and caressed your cheek as he pulled you closer to him. You put your hands around his neck. He put his hands around your waist, holding you closer to him. Feeling his touch made you feel safe. It made you feel protected. You felt his soft plump lips against yours, kissing you with passion. His kiss felt eager, he wanted you. And just like that, you knew he has been wanting to kiss you for such a long time, he was just waiting for the right time. He then slowly pulled away from you, put both of his hands on your cheeks and softly caressed it as he looked into your eyes.

“Y/N, I like you.” Yeonjun said.

You were confused. Maybe you heard him wrong. ‘There’s no way that he liked you. He was way out of your league, he was too good looking for you.’ You thought to yourself.

“Huh? You like me?” You asked confused.

“Yeah, I like you. To be honest, I liked you since middle school, I just never had enough courage to tell you.”

You were taken aback by what he said. You never thought anyone liked you back in middle school, let alone Yeonjun. You were speechless, you didn’t know that to say.

“So… umm-”

“I like you too Yeonjun.” You said.

You looked into his eyes, you could tell he felt relieved hearing you say you liked him. Yeonjun shyly smiled at you as he made eye contact with you and proceeded to look away.

He then turned back facing you, opening up his arms waiting for you to come into his arms for a hug. You went into his arms and held him tightly against you as he did the same. He held you in his arms and kissed you on your forehead. You both made eye contact once again and he kissed you on your lips.

“I’ll protect you from now on.” He said as you two continued to hug.

[alison-anonymous]

flawsome bandits pt. 3 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Hotel-Bound Feelings

Warnings: some sad feelings, but mostly a lot of bonding fluff 

Welcome to part 3!!! I've been so excited about this fic that I've been writing every night so if you're reading, please let me know if you think I should keep uploading parts! I love hearing from you guys!! Love you all, darlings, enjoy😘💙

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“Did you see how much toilet paper I used?” Sonic gushed as he jumped up and down on the bright red motel bedsheet. “The next time someone goes in there, they’re going to have to use their hands!”

Y/n giggled, standing up on her knees and turning her hands into a finger gun, pointing it at the lampshade while Tom scooped up some homemade ice packs. “The brawl was intense, hands being thrown in every corner of the bar. The odds were against us…”

“But no one could best the Blue Blur, Star Chaser, and Donut Lord!” Sonic finished for her. “Scratching another one off my bucket list!” He flopped down to the nightstand and scratched off the one labeled “start a bar fight.”

“Very ambitious of you,” Y/n joked, flopping onto her back and letting her hair dangle off the side of the bed. Tom made his way over to the other bed and sat down on it, handing Sonic and Y/n each an ice pack while pressing his own against his face.

“You are one weird little dude. You’ve got a lot in common with Y/n,” Tom sent her a smug smile. She brushed some loose strands of h/c hair back and pressed the ice pack against her throbbing temples. Y/n had been one of the lucky few to have not gotten punched in the face, but she did get hit in the head by some airborne nachos. Sonic watched the two for a little bit and mimicked Y/n, pressing it against his cheek. 

“So what are we going to do now?” He asked excitedly, his ever constant adrenaline still pumping and ready to jump at whatever was next. Tom began taking off his shoes and plopping them on the floor as he glanced over at the TV set.

“I’m going to pass out watching TV, and the two of you should, too.�� 

“But it’s my last day on earth!” Sonic protested, leaning against Y/n’s stomach. She slowly pushed herself up to sitting position and glanced over her shoulder at her dad. 

“I mean, he has a point,” she nodded. He sighed.

“Alright, well, anything the two of you can find in this room that might be noteworthy, have at it.” He plopped down onto the bed and in a couple of minutes, Y/n and Sonic could already hear the soft snores coming from his mouth. And he didn’t even have to turn the TV on. Sonic took this as his opportunity and flew around the room, tossing toilet paper like confetti, screwing with the TV guide, and doing… something in the bathroom. In a matter of seconds, he was already back on the bed next to Y/n, wearing a towel on his head and no shoes.

“Good times,” he smiled. The girl couldn’t help but giggle, leaning back against the headrest of the bed and staring at the TV. Sonic had left it on the news, and just as she concentrated on it, she suddenly saw two photos float across the screen.

Her stomach dropped.

“Y/n and Tom Wachowski have been accused of committing acts of domestic terrorism. They are to be considered armed and dangerous. Any information of their whereabouts must be-” She quickly shut off the TV before she could hear any more. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared blankly at the spot where she had seen her mugshot. 

“Hey, N/n, you okay?” Sonic’s voice snapped her back into reality. She glanced down at the hedgehog sitting cross legged in front of her, looking into her e/c eyes with pure concern. 

“I’m fine,” she offered him a half-hearted smile, running a shaky hand through her hair. “Just a little nervous… hey, what is this new planet you’re heading to like?” Sonic’s expression grew solemn as he began messing with the fabric of his gloves.

“It’s pretty horrible really… it’s a world full of nothing but mushrooms and breathable air, no humans. No friends. No Donut Lords or Star Chasers…” He drew off. Y/n felt her heart ache for him. She felt horrible knowing that her one new friend was now being forced to live on some planet with no other humans on it, and all because of what? Because he was different? When it came down to it, Sonic was probably one of the greatest, funniest, kindest people she had ever met.

“I’m really going to miss it here… I know I have to leave earth to keep everyone here safe, but what if Longclaw was wrong? What if I could have a life here on earth?” He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. Y/n felt her heart deflating in her chest. It was so sad, so heart wrenching to watch this little blue ball of excitement become so dejected. All that he wanted was a home, someone to hang out with and love. People who wanted him to be around. 

“I don’t want you to leave either,” she spoke slowly, almost as if she were afraid to say the words. "It isn't just because of the deja vu, I swear. You just… you're the only true friend I've ever had. And I hate seeing you unhappy…" His emerald eyes widened to the size of saucers as he stared at the girl before him in shock. The whole time he was on earth, he had to stay a secret. The only friends he had ever truly had were himself, no one even knew he existed until now. So the fact that this beautiful girl was sitting her in front of him, telling him that she didn’t want him to leave and that she hated to see him so unhappy? Well…

"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me,” Sonic breathed. His heart pounded against his chest so loud he was scared that she would be able to hear it. Luckily, his fur was able to hide the blush that was rising on his cheeks. What was happening? Why did he feel like throwing up rainbows? 

Y/n smiled warmly at him, her eyes glittering from the faded light of the lamp. “You’re the only friend I’ve ever had, or that I can remember having anyway. That’s what friends are for.” Sonic leaned back on his hands, eyes scanning Y/n’s thoughtfully.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are insanely easy to talk to? I don’t know, I just feel like I’ve known you all my life,” he chuckled softly, being serious for a rare moment. Usually he was all hyped up and sarcastic, but right now was one of the times where he was completely and utterly serious. Y/n pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged them, resting her chin on her knees.

“I mean, maybe we did at one point. Who knows? I don’t remember a thing of my life up until I was twelve and got found in the woods.” Sonic went quiet for a moment, debating whether or not the question he wanted to ask would come off as offensive. But finally, he decided to put on some big boy pants and ask.

“...What is it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“Not remembering who you are,” Sonic spoke softly, terrified to hurt her feelings. But luckily, Y/n simply gave him a small smile and looked down at the rough bed sheets, collecting her thoughts in her head. She grew silent for a moment before she finally lifted her head up once again.

“It’s… complicated. Every morning I wake up. I can hear the sound of my mom cooking breakfast downstairs. It’s gotten to the point where I can guess what she’s making by the sound of the utensil she’s using. I get up out of my bed, and leave my room, and walk down the stairs and give my dad a hug just before he leaves for work. And then I have breakfast with my mom and we talk about anything and everything. And… for a little while, I feel like I actually belong there. I feel like they are my actual family. But then I go outside, and things… are different,” she sucked in a shaky breath though her lips. “Everyone else knows exactly who they are. They know what weed killer works the best for their plants, they know where they were born, who their parents were, what they looked like when they were babies, what their favorite midnight snack is… what their last name is…

“And then I’m just standing there, not knowing any of that. There aren’t any records of me in any of the hospitals or law agencies. It’s like I didn’t even exist on this planet. And while some people can be patient and loving with me, others… can’t. My heart is still beating, and I’m breathing and I’m here. But for what? What purpose could I possibly have when I can’t even answer basic questions about myself? Tom and Maddie have been the only people to make me truly feel welcome… and then you came along.” The smile slowly returned to her lips at the mention of him. He waited patiently for her to continue, hooked onto every word she was saying. “I’ve never met anyone like you before, and not just because you’re a hedgehog. It’s just… you. You make me feel like I belong somewhere, and, god, I’ve never laughed harder or had as much fun as I have with you with anyone else. You make me feel like I’ve known you my whole life and yet I’ve only known you for a day. It’s insane,” she chuckled, shaking her h/c locks. 

Her laugh was contagious as Sonic found himself chuckling before long too. 

“Well, I still made a promise to you that I plan to keep,” he began. “I will find a way to help you remember. Everything will be okay in the end.”

“How do you know?” Y/n asked curiously. Sonic simply shrugged, smiling.

“I just have a feeling.” A moment of comfortable silence floated between the two as they stared at one another. Y/n felt her stomach become full of butterflies, then finally giving up their hesitance to fly around freely in joy. The feeling of nostalgia had become something that she enjoyed experiencing as it helped her feel like she had a closer connection with the bright blue hedgehog. Maybe they did meet sometime in her life and she just forgot about it for whatever reason. Perhaps Sonic could help her find a way to remember, though she had no clue how he planned to try and accomplish it. Sonic hadn’t the slightest clue either, but he did know that he would be willing to run to the ends of the earth in order to make her happy. 

No, it couldn’t be. It wouldn’t make any sense! Were they… falling in love? 

“Um,” Y/n cleared her throat, the time suddenly becoming very apparent to her as she glanced down at her snoring father. “We should probably get to bed. He wants to leave by eight.”

Sonic nodded rapidly, tossing the towel off of his head and onto the floor. Y/n chuckled, not having even realized he was still wearing it. “Right, I can take the floor.”

“Don’t be silly, you can sleep in the bed too,” Y/n moved the comforters down and slid her legs underneath the sheets. “I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor and my dad tends to be a cover-hog.”

Sonic scrunched up his features in slight uncertainty, not wanting to make things awkward between him and his new friend. However, she had already made up her mind.

“Sonic. Get in bed.” She ordered. He quickly nodded and dove under the covers, snuggling up on to the pillow and letting out a surprised sigh. Back in his cave, he had only ever had a bean bag chair that he absolutely adored to sleep on. But a bed? It was like what he imagined sleeping on a cloud to be like. The pillow molded around his head and the blankets kept his body warm. It was like being wrapped up in a hug by a marshmallow. Y/n couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction.

“Never slept in a bed before?”

“It. Is. Amazing.” He slowly lowered his face under the covers until only his eyes could be seen, staring straight at Y/n. She laughed, getting comfortable in the bed as well after turning off the lamp next to the bed. As they settled in the darkness, staring at one another (hopefully without the other knowing), their breaths began to slow down as the drowsiness finally kicked in. But just before they nodded off, they were reminded of each other.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” Sonic whispered.

“Goodnight, Sonic.”

♡ a.a.

[princecharmingmendes]

Paris | Day One

When your parents decide to travel with your best friend’s family that you haven’t talked to in a while, who you have a massive secret crush on, what could go wrong, right? Right?! (best friends to lovers)

*It’s my first series, hope you love it!

*Word Count: 6.3k

*Warnings: cursing, slight angst and Shawnie boy being cute.

*Posted: December 7th, 2019

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Pants? Check! Gloves? Check! Fuzzy socks? Check! Charger? Check! Passport? Check! Phone? Shit! Where’s it again?! Oh, yeah, I’m holding it.

I rolled my eyes to my own stupidity finishing my mental packing checklist. I think I might have everything I needd with me. Well, I’ll only find out whenever I need something from across the ocean and notice that I probably forgot it on top of the sea of clothes that I decided not to pack laying on top of my bed.

I don’t even know why I’m so apprehensive about this whole family trip thing. We always travel together at least once a year, the only difference is that this time, the Mendes’ family would be joining us, which wasn’t the first time as well. I mean, maybe the first time in a few years, but still, nothing that I haven’t been through before. Shawn is not even going to be joining us! I mean, not that I care.

The buzz from my nightstand captured my attention from my thoughts and I stretched as best as I could to reach for my phone without getting up from the soft spot on my bed. I internally rolled my eyes at the photo of my younger sister lighting up the screen.

“Sup, kiddo?”

“I’m not a kid anymore, you know?” She said trying to contain the anger laced on her tone.

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say, kiddo”

“God, sometimes I really hate you”

“Awn, I love you too, Flo, so, why did call the most amazing human being on the whole wide world?”

“Y/N, seriously, you’re so annoying”

“Whatever, but, ‘seriously’” I said mocking her tone, earning a light chuckle from the other side of the line “what can I do for ya?”

“I’m just calling you to check if things are ready, mom’s been driving me crazy” Florence said and I swear to God that I could imagine her rolling her eyes in annoyance, but I could not blame her.

I mean, I love my mom, but she is a general when it comes to traveling, she needs to double check every little thing possible, finding mistakes where you could not even imagine. But after all that stress, you could be 100% sure that nothing would go wrong if she planned everything, because she had a plan “D” for everything. That’s right, a plan “D”.

“Everything’s in the right place, double checked and ready to go” I said between giggles.

“Great, she said you can leave in ten if you want, dad’s just finishing some stuff so that we can go to the airport”

“Kay, I think I’ll just go now, I’m pretty bored anyway”

“Fine, see you in ten”

“See you, kiddo” I said ending the call before she could kill me.

I took a deep breath and got up, closing my huge suitcase, but not before going through the whole mental checklist thing, and with all the strength I had, getting it on the floor. I grabbed my phone and tossed it on my backpack, put my sunglasses on the top of my head and got out of my small apartment. Took a deep breath again to lift my suitcase to put it on my car, and got it, starting it to go to my parents house.

It was weird saying their house, I mean, they bought it, so it’s theirs, but I sort of grew up there and I just recently moved out, so I guess I’m just getting over the fact that I don’t live with them anymore. It’s not like I live that far, it’s just that I decided to move closer to college to make my daily routine easier, so I moved to a small apartment that’s just a seven minute drive to campus, or a twenty minute walk. But it’s not like in a non insane traffic rush it would take me more than 10 minutes to get to their house. And since we moved almost five years ago to Toronto, we got much closer, since we had to readjust and make new social circles in the Big City, so I guess that’s why it’s so weird to me to not be around them the whole time.

After the whole nostalgic thoughts and a few jamming sessions on the car, I entered the building and parked on my spot, typing quickly on my phone saying that I was already there to my sister. She replied almost instantaneously, telling me to wait in the garage and that they were on their way down. So I just sat on the car, waiting for them, scrolling through social media and feeling my heart beat a little faster when I saw a picture Shawn posted on his stories, on a FUCKING airport. That had to be a coincidence. He wasn’t going to Paris with us, he simply couldn’t.

Let me get this story straight. My family and I used to live in a small town in Canada, called Pickering, and we used to be the Mendes’ neighbors. Our parents clicked almost automatically when they moved, because someone took French classes with someone when they were like seven and whatever, you know what I mean. So me and Shawn, Florence and Aaliyah kind of didn’t have an option on not becoming like best friends. Flo and Aaliyah had a similar age, my sister is 17 and Liyah is 16. Shawn is 21 and I’m 20, and since we’re literally at each other’s houses all the time, we automatically became best friends basically since the day we were born. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The problem is that Shawn Peter Raul Mendes is the definition of perfection. He’s not just the hottest person to live on earth and probably the whole galaxy, but also the funniest, kindest, most talented and caring human being I’ve ever met. And there’s a bonus, he knew me better than anyone. So it was impossible to not fall for him when I discovered what that is/was. Okay, maybe not fall for him, but I did have a major crush on him growing up, but I never said anything, cause, duh, who would?! I’d never do anything that could make our relationship weird. Even because he never showed any signs telling me he felt something as well.

So yeah, I had to swallow seeing him with other girls, having a heartbreak because of other girls and all that with a smile on my face, like it didn’t feel like having someone pinching my heart every damn time. But what made everything worse was the day I found out we were moving to Toronto when I was like 15. I ran into his house, straight into his room and cried the whole night, and when I told him the reason why, he couldn’t hold it in, so he cried with me. In the end, he helped me pack and promised me that we would still be best friends, no matter where I was moving to, that he would call and text all day, that he would be only a couple miles away, and I believed him. And I can’t say he didn’t keep his promise, at least for the first year.

We would se each other every holiday and text non-stop, but than he started dating some random girl and suddenly, he couldn’t come on the holidays or answer my phone calls. And to avoid another heartbreak, I decided to let it go. It’s not like we don’t talk anymore or don’t see each other in years, it’s just that, it’s not the same as before. But I don’t blame him, this is inevitable, our lives are so different. He’s one year older and he travels a lot, he took a whole year just to wander around the globe with his friends, he’s in music school somewhere and is dating a girl that looks like just got out of a runaway. I’m just someone who finished high school and went straight to college to become a doctor, so my life is quite boring, I study a lot, work an insane amount of hours for a student with my stepfather to gain experience (and that’s it, no money for me), I’m finishing a research and my last fling didn’t go as well as I expected, turned out I was not his only one. So yeah, completely different lives.

He cannot come to this trip and mess with my head that I took many years to get in the right place. He simply can’t.

“Darling?” The voice of my mom reverberated through the whole garage startling the shit out of me.

“Geez, mom, are you trying to kill me or something?” I said jokingly standing up from the seat and going to greet them.

“It’s just a little revenge for every time you scared me”

“Hi, Y/N, where’s your suitcase?” Dad asked me kissing my forehead.

“Hi, dad, it’s in my car”

“Okay, you girls get your stuff on the car and I’ll grab the suitcases, Okay? Karen said they’re already here, waiting for us to go to the boarding area”

“Kay” Flo said getting her backpack and jumping on the backseat of the car. Mom was already on the passenger seat.

“Do you need help, dad?” I said as I watched him get my bag from my car, putting it into his.

“No, sweetheart, I’m done, the rest is already here, thanks”

With that, I just nodded and climbed on the car, that a few moments later was already on the streets of Toronto heading to the airport.

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“Oh my God, is that Shawn?!” Flo whisper yelled to me, getting my attention that was on my phone to her. We were close to the check-in desk where our parents where checking-in our luggage.

“Dunno, don’t care”

“Oh, come on, Y/N, he’s your best friend and there’s like ages since you last saw him, it was on summer!”

“Yeah, so? Six months it’s not that much”

“God, you’re so annoying”

“What are you two already arguing about? This is vacation you guys, try to chill a little bit and behave, please” Mom said as they approached “Now let’s find Karen and Manny”

“I think they’re there, love” Dad said pointing towards what Flo said Shawn was, but I just didn’t want to look just yet.

“Oh, yes, that’s them, let’s go!”

Shit.

“Karen!” Was the first greeting to be heard as we got closer to the them, obviously it came from my mom, cause she was born without the power of being embarrassed.

“Oh my god! You look amazing!”

And than everyone started talking and hugging and all that stuff. I was a little behind, too focused on the level I was on CandyCrush to look up, but when I bumped into a wall I immediately looked up and tried to stabilize myself, but that was just a stupid idea. It wasn’t a wall. His scent was the first thing to make me weak on my knees. But than my eyes met his honey colored ones and that beautiful grin that showed all his perfect aligned teeth. And before I could fall on my butt, his strong hands gripped my waist firmly, steadying my body and keeping me close.

“Sh-Shawn” I sighed practically a whisper “oh, shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you” and all I could hear was my heart beating wildly and his melodic chuckle.

“S’okay, honey, still playing CandyCrush?”

“Uh... yeah, yeah, it’s a nice game”

“Yes, it is, God, you look so...”

“Y/N, my dear!” Karen cut her son in the middle of the sentence, making my heart skip a beat. I don’t know if I should thank her or be mad at her “Shawn, can you please let her go, I didn’t see her in a while too”

“Sure” He said, cleaning his throat and letting go of me, scratching the back of his neck. Am I really missing his hands on me?!

“Hi, Karen, how are you?” I said smiling politely before being engulfed in a bear hug.

“I’m extremely happy to be here with you guys, and you? Oh, you must have so much to tell me! You look so good, you get prettier everyday! Are you dating someone new? How college?” She asked too many questions making me dizzy for a second.

“Sweetie, calm down, you’ll be with her for a long time, don’t make her regret coming just now, hey there, Y/N” Manny said giggling, making Karen smack his arm playfully.

“I’m good, college is amazing, too much in such a little time, but still amazing. And thank you?!” I said trying to answer everything.

“That’s really good, dear, but don’t worry, we’ll have time to catch on everything”

“I’m pretty sure we will”

“Y/N!”

“Liyah! Loved your hair” I said hugging her.

“Oh, thanks!”

As we walked down the aisles to the boarding area, everyone was talking cheerfully to each other, catching on everything they could. I was a little behind in the middle of Flo and Liyah, listening to her new crush when I felt something reaching for my wrist, making me look back, seeing Shawn with a shy smile on his face, so I went a little to the side to walk beside him instead.

“I never greeted you properly”

“I guess you didn’t”

“Hi, Y/N, how are you?” He said reaching his hand out, I grabbed it smiling and you shook them.

“Hi, Mendes, I’m fine, and you?”

“So much better now” he said winking in my direction, making me blush lightly “I can’t believe that I can still make you all flushed that easily”

“Oh, shut up, pink cheeks”

“Oh, drop it, you’re sister’s right, you’re annoying as heck, but I still missed you”

I froze as the words fell off his lips.

“Everything okay, honey?” Shawn asked turning around with concern written all over his face “did I say anything wrong?”

“Hm?”

“You stopped out of the blue”

“Oh, I just remembered that I have no idea who I’m sitting with on the flight, ya know?”

“Oh, didn’t know that was a issue, are you still afraid of turbulence? Is that why?”

“Hm, yeah”

“Oh, than you can chill, you’re with me, your parents and mine put us together to catch up”

Great. Just what I needed.

“Oh, that sounds nice”

“So, how’s life?”

“Same”

“Really? But what about that guy... Roger?”

“Rick? Oh, turned out you were right and he was a dick”

“What did he do?! Did he hurt you?!”

“Well, he did cheat on me, so he kind of hurt me, but not physically”

Shawn mumbled something I couldn’t hear.

“What was that?”

“Hm? Nothing”

“Shawn...”

“Nothing, honey, I swear” he said looking straight ahead. So I decided to just drop it. He’s just too stubborn.

“So... how’s your life?”

“Mine? Great, I’m moving back to Canada”

“Really? When?”

“Actually, just moved back to Toronto like two days ago”

“I can’t believe it!”

“Me neither” Shawn chuckled “I was supposed to surprise you, don’t know, just show up at your door or college”

“You thought about surprising me?”

“Of course, you’re my best friend, honey”

“Oh”

“‘Oh’? Why do you sound this surprised?

“I don’t know, we just aren’t that close anymore, and we didn’t see each other for like six months, and you didn’t call on my birthday and...” I couldn’t finish because someone was asking for my documents and stuff.

So we went through the whole process and going through the gate, sitting down close to each other on the plane without a word. After what felt like ages, I felt something brushing the sides of my thigh. I look down and it’s Shawn’s knee bouncing. And for now, I just ignored it, knowing he had a lot to say, just wasn’t comfortable enough to do it now. So we got in the plane and sat on our seats, I sat next to the window, and I let him take the aisle due to his gigantic legs.

My headphones were quite loud when I felt the plane starting to move, making my hands grip the seat tighter involuntarily. Before I could start feeling sick to my stomach, I felt a hand covering my knee, giving it a little squeeze. I just breathed in a little deeper and looked at his face, but he was already looking at me. He leaned in, kissing my forehead and letting go of my knee, turning his palm up, so I instantaneously held it, threading my fingers with his.

“It’s okay, princess, you’re fine and I’m here with you, okay?” He said in a calm and low tone near to my ear, making my whole body melt into the seat “do you want me to do anything to make it better?” I just shaked my head “no? Is this enough?” I nodded “okay, so just breath for me, eh? Can you do that for me, honey?”

I nodded starting deep breaths and felt my hand being lightly squeezed, in encouragement.

When the plane was finally stable, I slowly let go of his hand and snuggled into the wall. I could feel Shawn’s stare on me, but I couldn’t simply look at him, so I just closed my eyes and focused on whatever artist’s voice was playing through my earphones.

An hour or so later, when everyone seemed to be asleep, including mister “I miss you”, my bladder decided to work, so I really needed to go to the bathroom. I got up and started trying to jump the sleeping giant by my side, but something made him stir wake while I was literally in the middle of jumping him, with his legs between mine, and he just grabbed me by my hips.

“Hm, Sorry, did I wake you?” I practically whispered, trying to gain some balance I placed my hands each side of his head on his seat.

“No, baby, whatcha doing?”

“I need to go to the bathroom”

“Oh, sorry” he said with his eyes not completely open, in a zone between sleep and consciousness.

I just gave him a tight lip smile and ran to the bathroom. Okay, did he just called me “baby”? I shook my head and threw cold water on my face. Getting back there made my heart get a little warmer. Shawn was laying with half of his body on my seat, with his arms crossed and the softest look on his face.

“Shawnie?” I whispered laying my hand on his chest and he whined still asleep “handsome, I need to get back to my place”

Shawn slowly opened his eyes again, rubbing his whole face, mumbling a “sorry” and sitting straight. I jumped his legs back and sat down.

“Do you want to lay on me, big guy?”

“Can I?”

“Sure” and as I said, he quickly lifted that seat divider and placed his head on my chest, snuggling on my side and wrapping his arms around me.

“Thank you, honey” he said as I started running my hand through his hair, making him groan softly, and in a matter of seconds, drift off to sleep again. So I just chose a random movie to play and tried to fall asleep, since I didn’t have much to do other than stay quietly because of Shawn standing basically on top of me.

Fortunately, I ended up dozing off pretty quickly, but half and hour later, I felt something on my neck making me wake up, but I didn’t want to open my eyes just yet.

“What?” I groaned as lowly as I could.

“Shh, baby, you can go back to sleep” Shawn murmured against the skin of my neck.

There he goes again with the baby thing.

“Shawn? What are you doing?”

“Nothing” he said nuzzling his face even deeper in my neck.

“Shawn?!”

“Shh, baby, there’s people trying to sleep, and you should be doing the same” he said and I felt his lips brush against my skin, giving me goosebumps.

“Seriously, what the hell are you doing?”

“I just missed you, do you want me to back off?” He asked and I pondered for a while, than I shook my head  and he mumbled a simple “good”.

He peppered light feather kisses along the side of my neck, making me feel those damn butterflies on my stomach, and also making me feel like I’m 13 all over again.

“Go back to sleep, honey” he said running his nose through the extension of my neck.

“You woke me, I can’t”

“Sorry, you’re just so warm and cozy, I couldn’t resist”

“Resist...?”

“You” Shawn said like it’s obvious giving a longer kiss on a particular sensitive spot, pulling from me a little whine and making me thread my fingers between his curls. Shawn chuckled lightly against my skin “yes, honey, anything you want to say?”

“You”

“What about me?” He said leaning his head against my shoulder, turning my head by my chin to look at him.

“You’re just confusing”

“I’m confusing?”

“Yes! Why did you wake up?”

“The person behind me tripped on my feet on their way back to his seat”

“Oh, I see that, do you... hmm...”

“Do I...?”

“Do you want to go back to sleep?”

“I wouldn’t mind” he said straightening his back and getting back to his seat.

“Where are you going?” I asked pouting involuntarily and he just smiled. More of a cocky grin than anything else.

“Just adjusting so you can lay on me”

“Oh, okay”

“C’mere, honey” he said patting his chest and I just laid there, wrapping my arms around his middle, and having him do the same “now sleeps, I’ll be right here”.

“Kay” and with that, he kissed the top of my head and held me even tighter, starting to play with my hair. How can you not immediately go back to sleep with that?

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I woke up a while later with the sound of the flight attendant offering dinner to another people a few seats ahead of us. I grabbed my phone and saw that we still had a four hour flight to Paris and sighed. Well, at least I had a giant warm pillow by my side. I tried sitting properly but Shawn wouldn’t let go of me, so I just gave up and relaxed against his chest, grabbing my sketchbook to look through it.

I got so lost in over analyzing my past few drawings that I didn’t notice that he was awake and looking through them with me. At least, not until I quickly went through one that I didn’t finish and he placed his hand over the page, stopping me from turning it. I looked up to meet his honey colored ones already looking at me.

“What?”

“What is this one?” He said extremely low due to the nap we took, making me warm inside.

“It’s nothing, I didn’t even finish sketching it”

“Is it us?” He said taking his hand from the page and looking at it.

“It was supposed to be, it’s a recreation of that picture we took at your place on Christmas, wrapped up in christmas’ lights”

“Why?”

“Dunno, guess I just missed you a little bit more than usual that day”

“No, why didn’t you finish it?”

“Oh, sorry, I... I guess it seemed odd to draw the both of us, especially because at that time we weren’t even talking because of...”

“Yeah, and I’m sorry about that”

“It’s okay, I guess, it’s over”

“She was wrong though”

“Your ex? Obviously, she was jealous for no reason, you’ve never seen me as more than friends”

“And neither have you”

“Yes, I know that, she didn’t”

“I made a lot of dumb choices, eh?”

“Yeah, you did, Shawn”

“And I wish I could just go back and fix them”

“Fix what’s not broken? You don’t need to fix anything, I’m right here, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, but you are hurt”

“Am I?”

“Honey... we need to talk about it, we’ll never go back to normal if we don’t”

“I don’t have anything to say, Shawnie”

“But I do, honey” he said taking a deep breath “I know I’ve been the shittiest friend in history, that you didn’t always come first in the past few months and I’m truly sorry for that. I’m also sorry for promising things to you that I didn’t keep, like always being there for you when you need me and stuff. And sorry for the ex girlfriends that made us go further apart, obviously for my mistake, but anyway, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that...”

“Shawn...”

“Please, Y/N, I really need to get that off my chest”

“And I will let you do that, is just that she’s...” I didn’t finish the sentence, just pointed to the flight attendant offering dinner.

“Oh, sorry” he said flashing her a smile that probably almost killed the poor woman. Yes, that’s Shawn Mendes effect.

We grabbed our trays, thanking her and placing them on the little table thing.

“Okay, keep going”

“Okay, and I’m sorry for everything I did you wrong, for example, not calling you on your birthday, just a quick text, but I just did that cause I was so ashamed of all of the things that I did to you, I almost didn’t come to this trip to not put any sort of pressure on you for forgiving me. But specially, the most important thing I should be apologizing for is for making you feel like you don’t mean the world to me and that you aren’t one of the most important women in my life, and I love you with my whole heart and I missed you like hell, and being away from you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my entire life. And I never want this to happen again. I’m sorry, Y/N, for everything”

I couldn’t breath. Really, all the air that was on my lungs simply disappeared. I just stared my shoes for what felt like a really long time.

“Honey? Y/N? Are you okay? Do you need me to leave?”

Oh, okay, it was a long time.

“Hm, Sorry, I’m just trying to, ya know, absorb everything”

“Okay” he said stating the back of the seat in front of him.

“Hey” I said placing my hand on his thigh squeezing it lightly “it’s okay, big guy, I’m not mad at you, I love you too, and it’s okay, I just figured we were going through different times in life and stuff... but it’s okay”

“It shouldn’t be, you should hate me”

“Not really, but I just can’t” I said and he placed his hand on top of mine.

“I love you so much, Y/N”

“You’re my best friend, dude, you kinda have to”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it” he said sighing.

“Isn’t it?”

“Of course it is, honey”

“Good, now can we eat? I’m starving” I said and he giggled.

“Yes, we can, Y/N”

After that, we chose a movie and started watching it. His hand made a discreet way to my knee, and I just looked at it, but didn’t say a word. The movie was a random rom-com movie and I can say it was starting to get boring, but since people around us were falling back asleep, we didn’t have much to do. I felt his fingers starting to come higher on my leg, stopping in the middle of my thigh.

“Shawn?”

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Watching the movie”

“Hm, yeah?”

“Yup” he said popping the ‘P’.

“What’s the name of the main character?”

“Susan?”

“Yeah, you’re such a bad liar, where are you, big guy?”

“M’here”

“No, you’re not”

“I’m just... enjoying you...r company” he said tracing random figures with the pad of his thumb “I really missed you”

“What do you mean?”

“I just feel the need to touch you”

“Well, you are”

“I know”

“Do you mind?”

“Not really”

“Okay” he said squeezing my thigh and than grabbing both of them and putting them over his lap, pulling me even closer.

“Dear?” Karen called making us both jump in our seats “oh, sorry, didn’t mean to scary you”

“It’s okay” I said chucking and trying to take my legs from Shawn’s lap, but he wouldn’t let me move “what happened?”

“Nothing, I was just going to the bathroom and wanted to check on you guys on the way back, do you need anything?”

“We’re fine, mom, I think we can handle this”

“I know you do, sweetheart, doesn’t mean I don’t get worried”

“Well, everything’s great, Karen, thank you” I said giving her a smile, which she gave back.

“Okay, I’ll just go back to my seat, we have another two hours” she said going away.

“Shit, she scared me” I said and Shawn laughed “shhh”

“Oh shit, sorry”

“It’s okay, dummy”

And that’s pretty much how we spent the rest of the flight, laughing, talking and watching that movie.

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A few hours later, we were already at the hotel, checked in and heading to our floors. Both of our parents were at the same floor. Me, Shawn, Flo and Liyah were almost at the top, both of our sisters were in the same room at the left of the hall, and me and Shawn were to the right, but each one in one room.

Five minutes after I closed the door, someone knocked on it, so I turned around and opened it. Shawn was standing awkwardly in the middle of the hall scratching the back of his neck.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

“Hm, nope, I thought maybe you needed some, with the bag and stuff”

“Well, I didn’t even take a look at the view, so I guess maybe? Well, you can come in, I don’t think I’ll be sleeping any time soon, we slept a lot during the flight”

“Yeah, exactly... so, where do you want me to place your bag?” He asked stepping into my room.

“Hm, there?” I said pointing to a random corner of the room and going to the balcony, opening the doors and heading outside, just staring at the view of the Eiffel Tower.

“Holy shit” Shawn mumbled behind me.

“Yeah, it’s so... magical”

“Mhmm” he said standing by my side “we’re lucky we both got his view”

“Really?”

“My room is right next door”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, I think we even have a door between them”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like that, Mendes”

“What do you mean?” He said flushing hard under the moonlight, making those stupid butterflies appear again, making me remember everything I’ve ever felt for him “honey?” He called making ME flush for being caught staring at him.

“Oh, shit, sorry, well, you always like to scare me randomly and stuff, so that would make things a lot easier”

“Do you think I’m twelve?”

“No, of course not, big guy, I’m 100% sure”

“Oh, please” he said rolling his eyes at me playfully and chuckling “let me check that door thing again”

I just laughed as he walked back to the room. I just leaned on the balcony railing, enjoying the view and the light breeze from the cold night, that was giving me light goosebumps. And for a second, just a little moment, I allowed myself to imagine what would be like to have something with Shawn. I mean, I’ve done that a lot when I was younger and stuff, but nowadays I just don’t allow myself to do that, not anymore.

But being with him would probably be amazing. He always do this thing where he just puts his whole heart into everything he does, especially when he loves it. So just imagine being with someone so passionate, and caring, and kind, and sweet, and smart, and hot as him. I just can’t see any bad points in it.

“What’s going on on that pretty little head of yours, honey?” Shawn said lowly next to my ear, making my heart skip a beat and almost die.

You see, I wouldn’t mind the closeness and stuff, cause that guy has no idea of what personal space means. BUT, I would always see it coming and prepare myself to not freak out. But I did not see him coming, and did not expect him to be right behind me, close enough so that I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, since I was with my hair in a messy bun. His hands grabbed the railing in front of me, standing beside mine. Shit, he’s close.

“Nothing”

“Mhmmm, I don’t believe you” he said pressing his lips gently on my skin, making me bite me bottom lip to hold back a whimper.

“I... it’s nothing”

“See, it is something” he said rubbing the tip of his nose against the extension of my neck “I know you, baby, just tell me”

“I was just thinking how this trip would be a perfect scenario for me to be with someone... you know... romantically involved with someone”

“Oh” he said and I could feel his arms tensioning around me “anyone in particular?”

“Hm?” I said playing with my fingers but I felt one of his hands on my waist, turning me around to face him, but I just couldn’t, so I stared at our feet.

“So...? Anyone?”

“Oh, shit, sorry, no... not a single soul in particular, no one, no”

“Sure?”

“Yeah, sure”

“Yeah, don’t believe you right now, but I think I’m going back to my room to let you rest, you seem really tired”

“Do I?”

“Yes, you can’t seem to concentrate on what I’m saying, and you were staring at nothing in particular when I got here, so I guess you’re just tired”

“Yeah, that’s probably it”

“So... let’s go back inside?”

“Mhmmm”

“Honey?”

“Hm?” I mumbled looking up for the first time since he turned me around, and I regretted it almost instantaneously, why did he have to look so fucking good? And than he smiled, making me feel like my legs were turning into jello, making me grab his arms for support.

“Do you want me to carry you to bed?”

“I need to take a shower first”

“Okay, let’s do it like this, I’ll take you to the bathroom and I’ll let you shower and I’ll leave the door between our bedrooms open, so I can shower and come back before you, than I’ll tuck you in bed and go back to my room, okay? Sounds nice?”

“You’re perfect” I said without thinking and than flushing, because I noticed what just left my mouth.

He just chuckled wrapping his arms around my middle, taking me off the ground and to the bathroom, placing me on top of the sink. He went back to the room and returned a few moments later with my PJs, my shower bag and my bag of underwear.

“I’ll leave you to shower and stuff, and whenever you’re ready, I’ll be waiting for you in your room, okay, honey?”

“Okay” I basically whispered and he smiled, placing a delicate kiss on my forehead before leaving.

I just hopped off the counter top and locked the door, stepping into the shower a few moments later. A nice steaming hot shower later, I had my hair in a messy ponytail, makeup free face, lotion on my body, fuzzy socks and sweats on, and with that, I stepped out of the bathroom only to die a little more.

The room was already dark, only with the tv on, my things were nicely organized on the nightstand or on top of the suitcase, and Shawn... He was laying in the middle of my bed, with his curls a little damp, wearing his flannel plants and hoodie, barefoot, scrolling through some social media, oh so casually. God, he’s going to kill me without even trying.

“Hi” I said in a really soft tone, softer than I intended.

“Oh, hi, honey, are you ready for bed?” He asked and I just nodded “c’mere” he said opening his arms for me and I just crawled into bed with him, getting lost in the warmth of his body and scent.

“You’re the most caring person I’ve ever met”

“Thank you, I truly try to be”

“I know, and you are, and I love you”

“I love you too, Y/N, you have no idea”

Oh, I do.

“Thank you, for everything”

“You don’t have to thank me... but I won’t turn this into a discussion, so... what time are we getting up tomorrow?”

“Dunno, what time is it?”

“A quarter past midnight”

“8:30? So we can be downstairs at 9 am for breakfast? They said they’re going to leave the hotel at ten o’clock sharp so if we do this, we’ll have time”

“Yeah, that’s nice, but since I’ve been to Paris before, if you wanna do something separate or something they don’t want to, just tell me, and I’ll take you anywhere”

“Okay, great to know I have my own tourist guide” I said between a yawn and he chuckled.

“Okay, I really need to let you sleep” he said letting go of me and getting up, straightening the duvet on top of me and kissing my forehead “goodnight, honey, knock if you need me, okay?”

I nodded and held his hand.

“What, baby?”

“Thank you, for apologizing and making up for it, I missed you too” I said and he gave me a half smile.

“I’m still on the process, I hope someday I’ll be able to make it up to you”

“You already have... I... goodnight, Shawn” I said nuzzling on my pillow and letting go of his hand, but not before squeezing it lightly.

“Goodnight, Y/N” he said almost like a whisper as he left the room and I let the slumber take over me.

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Hey guys! Let me know what you think! Also, feel free to send any related asks, questions, or opinions!

**this includes all subunits!**

Overall Thoughts:

Amazed this concept actually worked out well given SM

The members are ALL incredibly talented

Also all incredibly odd lol

They all get along well and have lots of neat, complex relationships and interactions

Each subunit is so unique and has their own vibe

Let's be honest, we all need more ot21 interaction

Very diverse music

NCT DREAM

(the best subunit lol fight me)

Thoughts:

Super talented group

All really talented

Cohesion and team blending is top tier

Always have super complicated choreo, often end up on the floor

Fresh and not too cutesy, can be rebellious

Consistently good and diverse music

Members GRADUATE as they hit 20 :C

Babies of NCT

Taken care of by other NCT members

Neglected by SM the most (not including U)

Funniest subunit, vlives are gold

Too much chaos in one group

Kings of BOPS

Member Breakdown:

Renjun: Fiesty little baby lol. Voice of an angel, very sweet and strong. Is smol, his humor is rather dark and honestly so relatable. Chinese and Korean bilingual, unable to understand Korean when it suits him lol. Artiste, paints, reads, thinks of philosophical debates. Solid dancer, teaser.

Jeno: No fun lol. Very sincere and kind guy, kind of boring lol and gets teased by members. Great dancer, good rapper, very innocent, kind of like a human puppy. Loves his cats lol. Does ASMR a lot. BFFs with Jaemin.

Haechan: Chaotic devil. Constantly teasing other members and making life difficult, a little diva. Very unique vocal tone, great voice, also very good dancer. Manages to harass everyone despite being in 127 as well as DREAM atm lol.

Jaemin: Actual prince charming. Is literally the kindest soul to exist, super sweet to everyone, fans, members, children, etc. Still manages to joke around and tease them sarcastically a lot. Can play piano, does a lot of volunteer work. Good dancer, great rapper, very distinctive style. Always tries to be cute, especially to fans. BFFs with Renjun and Jeno.

Chenle: CEO lol. Actual dolphin, very clear high voice. Has been singing since he was tiny, BFFs with Jisung. Can rock really weird hair colors, i.e. orange, teal green... Calls Kun "mom" lol knowing it annoys Kun. Little trickster.

Jisung: THE dance prodigy. LOW voice, good rapper and good vocalist, incredible dancer. "Maknae", but really rules DREAM. Great stage presence and total fluff ball off stage. Easily frightened, squishy, literal baby. Doesn't like to do things alone. BFFs with Chenle.

Favorite Song: Drippin'/Boom Most Underrated Song: We Young Song That Grew On Me: My First and Last Favorite MV: Go Favorite Era: We Young Favorite Title track: Boom Favorite Non-title Track: Drippin'/Dream Run/Walk You Home

Album Ranking: 1. We Boom 2. We Go Up 3. We Young 4. The First

Top 10 songs: 1. Drippin’ 2. Boom 3. Dream Run 4. Go 5. We Young 6. Walk You home 7. DNYL 8. We Go Up 9. 1,2,3 10. Fireflies

Bias(es): 1. Jisung 2. Renjun 3. Jaemin

Favorite Dancer: Jisung Favorite Singer: Renjun Favorite Rapper: Jaemin Favorite Choreo: We Young Least Favorite Title Track: Chewing Gum Least Favorite Choreo: none (bruh their choreo is the best) Favorite Rap Part: Jaemin's We go up intro Favorite Vocal Part: Renjun's part in Walk You Home, all of Drippin' Favorite Dance Part: Jaemin's kick in We Go Up, Renjun's center part in We Go Up Popular Song I Don't Like: none Unpopular Opinion: I think DREAM is better without Mark... it's a more complementing fit and blend of member instead of Mark overpowering everything and I love the OT6 balance

Visual Ranking: 1. Jaemin

2. Renjun 3. Jisung 4. Jeno 5. Haechan 6. Chenle

Vocal Ranking: 1. Haechan 2. Renjun 3. Chenle 4. Jisung 5. Jaemin 6. Jeno

Rap Ranking: 1. Jaemin 2. Jeno 3. Jisung 4. Haechan 5. Renjun 6. Chenle

Dance Ranking: 1. Jisung

2. Jeno 3. Jaemin 4. Haechan 5. Renjun 6. Chenle

NCT 127

Thoughts:

Definitely have a very specific sound they like to bring to their music

That does NOT mean that all the songs sound the same

Their ballads are STRONG

A lot of their songs inspire absolute love or hate

Not very even line distribution sometimes, lead vocals get hardly any and Mark/Taeyong get a LOT

Cool choreo

Overworked babies lately

Strange mix of people that somehow manage to thrive lol

Member Breakdown:

Taeyong: Fluffy little ball of sugar and cuddles, like a baby chick. Diligent leader, very responsible, parent of all NCT children LOL. Fantastic rapper, has so much stage presence it's SCARY and dominating. Best on stage, cutie off stage, incredible dancer, works ridiculously hard. Affectionate to members, easily embarrassed.

Taeil: Power main vocal with great range. Dorky, oldest member but often doesn't act like it. Affectionate, especially to Winwin lol. Pretty quiet in general but is kind of out there when he does talk.

Yuta: Real Life anime prince. Red haired Yuta is the superior Yuta (no I do not accept criticism). Super charismatic, great stage presence that varies according to the concept well. Can rap and sing very well, great dancer. Very outspoken and opinionated. Likes to tease the other members and can be ruthless lol.

Johnny: MUSCLES, thick boi, little bit of a thot. Rapper, dancer, vocalist, all around talent. Funny one of the group, naturally entertaining. Likes teasing the other members mercilessly, jokes a lot, sexy king, Chicago boy.

Doyoung: Bunny! Incredibly angelic voice, very distinctive vocal tone, yet he can match his style to any genre of music they produce. Basically a model, super charismatic gaze on stage. Mom of the group, also takes care of DREAMies a lot. Likes to do cover songs, good cook.

Jaehyun: Heartthrob of the group, visual god, great at everything, speaks well, kind, thoughtful, raises eyebrows at the other members antics sometimes but doesn't stop them lol. Knows EXACTLY what he's doing to fans when he's onstage...

WinWin (in this house we will NOT exclude WinWin): Quiet (ish) but savage, does NOT tolerate other members bulls***t, not a fan of touching, but sometimes lets his members hang on him. Traditional Chinese dance, cute without trying, even when specifically not trying. Great at adapting stage persona to genre i.e. Regular v. Touch. If it weren't for WayV we'd never know what his voice sounds like.... *cough* *cough* SM give him lines and DO NOT EXILE HIM I SWEAR TO GOD.

Jungwoo: LITERALLY, and I cannot stress this enough, THE biggest uwu. Kind of oblivious lol, big fluff ball, likes affection, shy and nervous sometimes. Low self esteem, works really hard to improve at all times. Deserves more lines lets be honest.

Mark: SM's supreme rapper, in a constant state of confusion. Silly boy with uncontrollable giggle. Innocent yet not all at the same time. Usually in every possible subunit lol, finally decreasing for once. "oh Canada"

Haechan: Chaotic devil. Constantly teasing other members and making life difficult, a little diva. Very unique vocal tone, great voice, also very good dancer. Manages to harass everyone despite being in 127 as well as DREAM atm lol. BFFs with Mark.

Favorite Song: Simon Says/Highway to Heaven Most Underrated Song: Come Back/ Baby Don't Like It Song That Grew On Me: Firetruck Favorite MV: Simon Says/Touch Favorite Era: Simon Says Favorite Title Track: Simon Says Favorite Non-title Track: Good Ting

Album Break Down: NCT #127 (2016)  Limitless (2017)  Cherry Bomb (2017)  Regular-Irregular (2018)  Regulate (2018)  We Are Superhuman (2019) 

Album Ranking: 1. NCT #127 2. Limitless 3. We Are Superhuman 4. Regulate 5. Regular-Irregular 6. Cherry Bomb

Top 10 Songs: 1. Simon Says 2. Baby Don't Like It 3. Good Thing 4. Highway to Heaven 5. Touch 6. Regular 7. Cherry Bomb 8. No Longer 9. Paradise 10. Firetruck

Bias(es) 1. Doyoung

Favorite Dancer: Taeyong Favorite Singer: Doyoung Favorite Rapper: Taeyong Favorite Choreo: Come Back/Simon Says Least Favorite Title Track: Limitless Least Favorite Choreo: Touch Favorite Rap Part: Taeyong's rap intro in Simon Says Favorite Vocal Part: Cherry Bomb bridge/Doyoung in Baby Don't Like It/Haechan and Doyoung in Highway to Heaven Favorite Dance Part: chorus of Come Back/the pointing bending part of Simon Says Popular Song I Don't Like: Limitless/Wakey-Wakey Unpopular Opinion: Mark and Taeyong are great, but they need to spread the parts out more evenly, especially letting some of the dancers be in the chorus choreo center more

Visual Ranking: 1. Taeyong

2. Doyoung 3. Jaehyun 4. WinWin 5. Johnny 6. Jungwoo 7. Yuta 8. Haechan 9. Mark 10. Taeil

Vocal Ranking: 1. Doyoung 2. Taeil 3. Jaehyun 4. Haechan 5. Jungwoo 6. Yuta 7. Taeyong 8. Mark 9. Johnny 10. WinWin

Rap Ranking: 1. Mark 2. Taeyong 3. Yuta 4. Jaehyun 5. Johnny 6. WinWin 7. Haechan 8. Jungwoo 9. Doyoung 10. Taeil

Dance Ranking: 1. Taeyong

2. Yuta 3. Jaehyun 4. Haechan 5. Johnny 6. WinWin 7. Jungwoo 8. Mark 9. Doyoung 10. Taeil

NCT U

Thoughts:

Most under-utilized subunit

Should be the most used to allow collabs between members of different units, could bring the Chinese and Korean units together a lot too, even doing Chinese promotions

Could help test groups of members for new subunits

Has arguably the BEST songs of any subunit, okay not arguably, definitely

Member Breakdown: not happening since there isn't a recent U comeback :C (not counting the OST)

Favorite Song: Baby Don't Stop Most Underrated Song: The 7th Sense Song That Grew On Me: The 7th Sense Favorite MV: Baby Don't Stop/The 7th Sense Favorite Era: Boss Favorite Title Track: Baby Don't Stop Favorite Choreo: Baby Don't Stop Favorite Rap Part: Taeyong's Boss rap Favorite Vocal Part: Ten's adlibs and "feels so nice/feels so right" in Baby Don't Stop Favorite Dance Part: the iconic (chorus) Baby Don't Stop part

Top Songs: 1. Baby Don't Stop 2. The 7th Sense 3. Boss

Unpopular Opinion: NCT U will reign supreme among subunits if SM ever lets it

WayV

Thoughts:

Solid group

Good cohesion, concept

Good original music as well as new takes on a few existing NCT songs

Choreo for Take Off is legendary

FULL of talent

Should really be integrated with other units more so people stop separating WayV from NCT :C

Member Breakdown:

Kun: Mom of the group, waited for debut forever, easily frustrated with members' antics. The other members intentionally tease him. Promotes the rest of NCT harder than SM lol.

Ten: Dance GOD, talented vocal, good rapper, absolute chaotic MESS of a human being. Little filter, limited self control. Leads the younger members astray. Struggles with Chinese sometimes (but also knows at least 4 languages, so...) and gets help from the other members. Thai legend who is LEGITIMATELY AFRAID OF FRUIT. Wears glasses most of the time, giggles a lot, very suggestive. The other members get tired of his bulls***t XD.

WinWin: Quiet (ish) but savage, does NOT tolerate other members bulls***t, not a fan of touching, but sometimes lets his members hang on him. Traditional Chinese dance, cute without trying, even when specifically not trying. Great at adapting stage persona to genre, if it weren't for WayV we'd never know what his voice sounds like.... *cough* *cough* SM give him lines and DO NOT EXILE HIM I SWEAR TO GOD. IN THIS HOUSE WE STAN A HAPPY, INVOLVED WINWIN.

XiaoJun: Vocalssss. Angry eyebrows lol, but still handsome. A bit reserved compared to some members (at least outwardly LOL), but still young and fun. Dorky dances and causes chaos with YangYang and Hendery. Works hard at dance and all aspects as well.

Lucas: Big dumb puppy lol, very oblivious, jokes a lot, other members tease him a lot for being an idiot XD. Highly entertaining, knows how to make people laugh and put on a show. King of iconic NCT lines (lets not forget "YOU ARE NANA??"). Good dancer, rapper, and vocalist. Visuals too, model proportions.

Hendery: Talks a LOT, looks like Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid and Donkey from Shrek simultaneously. Spontaneous goofball, jokes around with Ten a lot. Was in SM rookies for a while so trained in Korea for good bit.

YangYang: Kind of crazy? Chaotic, uncontrollable. Baby (should've been added to DREAM too, don't @ me), good rapper but also solid vocalist and really tries in everything. Speaks German, which is cool.

Favorite Song: Dream Launch Most Underrated Song: Dream Launch Song That Grew On Me: Say It Favorite MV: Let Me Love You Favorite Title Track: Take Off Favorite Non-title Track: Dream Launch

Songs Ranking: 1. Dream Launch 2. Take Off 3. Let Me Love You 4. Come Back 5. Regular 6. Say It

Bias(es): 1. Ten

Favorite Dancer: Ten Favorite Vocal: XiaoJun Favorite Rapper: Lucas Favorite Choreo: Take Off Unpopular Opinion: WayV is good as it is, I don't think DREAM China line (Renjun and Chenle) should join when they graduate DREAM. They don't really fit the image for the group and I'd much rather see an OT5 or OT6 DREAM fixed unit than adding members to already established units.

Visual Ranking: 1. Lucas

2. Ten 3. XiaoJun 4. WinWin 5. Hendery 6. YangYang 7. Kun

Vocal Ranking: 1. XiaoJun 2. Ten 3. Kun 4. Lucas 5. YangYang 6. Hendery 7. WinWin

Rap Ranking: 1. Lucas 2. YangYang 3. Ten 4. Hendery 5. WinWin 6. XiaoJun 7. Kun

Dance Ranking: 1. Ten 

2. WinWin 3. Lucas 4. Hendery 5. YangYang 6. XiaoJun 7. Kun

Let me know what you thought! Also, if you have any suggestions for future metas please send them to me!

Previously done:

ASTRO

[thephoenixrises1967]

My Road So Far

Life is always an adventure. Most of the time it’s unchartered waters. Sometimes you are lucky enough to swim through the waves, and sometimes all you can do is tread the water until the sea calms.

These past six months have been interesting for me.

I can deal with the fact that I had broken up with a girlfriend. It’s a pity, but it happens.

What hurts more, is losing my best friend. My best friend was diagnosed with cancer over the summer, but she had been sick for almost a year.

My best friend was my dog. Not quite eight years. My Saint Bernard Brandy. My baby. She was by my side through and through. We travelled everywhere together. Friends and relatives, I think, were a little annoyed that she would have to come with me if I was gonna be away from home for more than 8-10 hours in a day. No kennels.

As much as she was a lover, and loved people, she was a large dog, and very messy. The drooling kind. The shedding kind. Slobbering. The hair in the spit flying on the walls and floor kind.

She was still my loyal little buddy. I would just clean up after her. She had no other faults. She was playful and very affectionate. She never stole food or raided the garbage cans.

This obviously was a problem with girlfriends. They liked her because she was friendly and well behaved, but they didn’t like getting drooled on, or having to clean up after her. These women I had met had told me how they loved animals and dogs. Until they met and got to know my dog. After one visit to any of their homes, after visiting mine to meet Brandy, she was never allowed back unless she was to be put in one place. A yard. A room. Blocked off from the rest of their home. Of course this damaged my relationships with them.

We did however take Brandy on hikes with us, because I like hiking, I do it quite a bit, and would always bring Brandy with me. She liked it, and she liked being with her daddy.

I got Brandy back when I had split up from my ex-wife. I was alone in a fairly large house and totally heartbroken over the end of the marriage. I was extremely depressed and drinking a lot after work every night in the house.

My father who wasn’t well, had flown out a few times to check on me and my well being. After his second visit, he left me with a check. And on the memo line he had written, “Get a dog!”

I was too depressed. I didn’t want a responsibility. How could I take care of a living creature, when I couldn’t take care of myself? I had too much to deal with. I didn’t know where I was gonna end up after the divorce.

But my dad and my brother would call me regularly and ask, “Did you get a dog yet?”

This went on for a month or two. Then a week or two before my birthday, I went around looking at dogs in shelters and shops, and online. And I stumbled upon this large, muppet puppy. She was a little shy. She showed me her favorite toy. A plush, baby blue, floppy bear. And she gave it to me. That was it. I knew she was the one.

After a few days of debate, I named her Brandy. One, because Saint Bernards were known for carrying brandy kegs around their necks for rescuing and comforting people, and two, the song, “Brandy”, “you’re a fine girl”. It was the obvious choice for her name.

Brandy was always there for me when I came home from work. She always wanted to go for car rides with me, even if it was just to the local store. When I travelled, I rented hotel rooms that took dogs. Brandy and I would split a large pizza when I watched hockey games on TV. She loved pizza! Because her daddy liked it. And because we could share a meal and spend time together. So, pizzas were very special to her. She was always excited to see the box.

Years of happiness with my dog. Until she got sick. Every week I made a batch of homemade food for her. Getting recipes on line, buying the ingredients, preparing, and cooking the food a week at a time. She was my buddy. She deserved it. I needed to make her comfortable until I couldn’t anymore. The vet bills and the food bills cost me quite a bit. I had to work more hours to pay for it, while trying to work less hours, so I could spend more time with her.

When she first got sick, before being diagnosed with cancer, last Christmas, my girlfriend at the time had tried talking me into moving out of my wonderful apartment because it was getting too expensive for me to afford. I was reluctant because I loved the apartment, the dog and I felt comfortable there, and it’s so hard to find a decent and affordable apartment in Los Angeles let alone, one that would take a large dog. By spring, an opportunity came up to move in with a friend who needed her house repaired and remodeled. She would let me and the dog move in for a few months to do the work in exchange for rent. The girlfriend gave her blessing to the plan. Then, two weeks into the move, the girlfriend changed her mind and didn’t like the idea anymore. The move was too far away, too much time with having to deal with the dog, and now she didn’t like me moving in with my friend who was a female. The next day, upon reflection, she changed her mind again, and decided to give me and our relationship more time to evolve and develop. Then weeks later, after coughing up blood, Brandy was officially diagnosed with cancer after ex-rays were taken yet again. This time showing up on them clearly.

But, by Halloween, the currents of my life changed again.

The last girlfriend couldn’t deal with it anymore. My work hours and my free time hours to spend on my dogs last days, not knowing how much time Brandy had left. And being practically broke from it all. She just wasn’t understanding. Or maybe she really was, and decided to leave me alone with what I had to deal with, which was a lot. It was a shame because I really liked her. She was done with me. Sad, but, oh well! My dog came first. She said she no longer saw a future with us in the long term.

The last month with Brandy was hardest. The medications, specifically the steroids she was on, made her hungrier and more aggressive about food. She always wanted to eat, and ate a lot, but continued to lose weight. I took her to the dog beach almost everyday.

Thanksgiving was rough. I saw her health declining, yet the dog was still fighting to be with me. My roommate said she would lay by the door crying for me while I was at work at night.

The following week it was over. My best friend is gone but not forgotten. The most loyal, honest, friendliest, happiest, kindest, funniest being I have ever known.

Now I have my own home again. Just me. By myself. For the first time in my life in over 30 plus years. No one to come home to. No one to greet me. Not gonna lie, it’s rough. I miss Brandy. Her presence with me is very strong. Sometimes I just cry outta nowhere. I talk to her. It’s just very strange. Some of you say to get another pet. Some may say, to enjoy my freedom for a while. Right now, I’ll breathe deep. Have a little space in time. Who knows. Who knows how long? It’s just very strange for me, a guy who grew up in a family that always had pets as a child, to suddenly live in silence. And at my age now, I’m not that kind of guy that likes being alone or living in silence. But I’ll get through this. I always do. I’ll learn and grow from this experience. But thank you Brandy. Thank you for everything!

Namaste

Copyright 2018. Flemming Erik Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

[gaiyofanfiction]

Unexpected Consequence 8

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

Got7 x Reader

Gang!Au

Angst

A/N: Hey all! Thank you for supporting this fic! We really appreciate it! Once we finish this fic, we will be opening up requests for reactions and small one shots whle we get further into our BTS if to post that.

Disclaimer: This story is not in any way shape or form true. This is purely fiction. All the boys from Got7 are very sweet and charming guys that wouldn't hurt a fly. I love them all so much. So please, check them out! They are amazing people. Also, G-Dragon and T.O.P have been introduced. Those two are also the kindest and funniest guys out there, they are nothing like in this story. I will always consider Big Bang the king's of K-pop (they brought me into this fandom I can no longer escape from) and also wishing T.O.P a quick recovery!

Trigger Warning: There will be swearing, kidnapping, holding hostage, torture and mentions of killing and drugs. So if you are uncomfortable with any of this, please don't read! ALSO THIS CHAPTER HAS A LOT OF MENTION OF MORE TORTURE AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT SO PLEASE BE AWARE. THANK YOU

Chapter 8:

        “Youngjae, get the damn feed back!” JB angrily exclaims.         “I’m trying!” Youngjae swiftly attempts to regain the camera feed. Just then the screen pops up once again.

       The boys quickly rush to the computer screen and gasp at what they saw. Bambam is sitting right across from you, tied up to a similar looking chair. He groans in pain after being hit in the head, a small trickle of blood running down the side of his face.

       Just then, G-Dragon pops up on the screen.  “Surprise! It’s me!” He says with a psychotic grin on his face.

       Jinyoung’s anger grows and he slams his hands on the desk. “Now they have both Bambam and Y/N! We have to get in there!” It takes every bit of strength for Jinyoung not to pick up the computer screen and throw it at the wall.

       JB puts a hand on Jinyoung’s shoulder, trying to calm him down. “We can’t just barge right in there without knowing the situation first!” He turns to Youngjae. “While they’re busy focusing on this camera, I need you to hack into the feeds in the hallways.”

       Youngjae nods and gets to work. The rest of Got7 turns their attention back to the situation at hand, watching carefully.

       G-Dragon walks over to Bambam, squatting down in front of him at eye level. “I’m surprised you were able to even get close to the building.”

       Bambam looks directly into his eyes and gives a painful smirk. “It takes a psycho to think like a psycho, so getting in wasn’t hard.” He gives a playful wink to taunt G-Dragon.

       G-Dragon stands up and glances at T.O.P, who nods. He walks behind Bambam and puts his hands on his shoulders, making Bambam flinch. G-Dragon goes to stand behind you, as you start to realize what’s going on. You look up and squint your eyes.

       “B-bam?” You stutter out weakly.

       Bambam looks at you, concern evident in his eyes. “Y/N, it’s me. I’m going to get you out of here.”

       This statement earned a hard backhand from T.O.P. “Did anyone say you could talk?” Bambam growls at the blonde.

       G-Dragon laughs, putting his arms lazily around your neck and lays his chin on the top of your head. “You think you’re going to get out of here alive? Let alone take what’s now mine with you?”

       Bambam was stricken with anger. “She doesn’t belong to you!” Earning another backhand from T.O.P.

       G-Dragon moves his hands down your arms; his hands then start playing with your weak fingers. “Oh, is that so? She’s not mine?” He removes his hands from yours and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a switch blade.

       Through your blurred vision, you see Bambam’s eyes widen. You then feel something cold and sharp along the bottom of your stomach. Your voice trembles weakly. “W-what are y-you-“ You’re cut off when you hear a rip of fabric and the cold air hitting your upper body, leaving you in just a bra and shorts.

       Jinyoung’s anger grew with every passing moment. Once he saw G-Dragon cut your shirt off, that was enough. “I can’t watch this anymore! We need to do something!” He slams his fist against the desk, making everyone jump.

       Mark grinds his teeth, but nods in agreement, trying to keep his rage under control.

       Youngjae finishes his task. “Alright. There are a few body guards but nothing we can’t handle.”

       JB glances at Mark and Jackson. “Alright. You two, get moving. Be swift and please get there before anything else happens. Keep your walkies on.” The two assassins nod and start for the door.

       “Wait! I’m coming with!” Jinyoung stands up, following after them.

       JB grabs Jinyoung by the shoulder, stopping him. “You’re not trained to be in the field. It’s not safe.”

       Jinyoung pulls back and glares at his leader. “I’m going with to save my best friend and Y/N. There is nothing you can do to stop me.”

       “Wait,” Yugyeom rummages through his bag, pulling out two pistols. “Take these just in case and remember what we’ve practiced.”

       Jinyoung takes the guns and bows in thanks to the youngest gang member, following Mark and Jackson out the door.

       JB sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “This situation turned into a mess. I never thought he would go this far.” He mutters, shooting Yugyeom a knowing glance.

       Youngjae catches this exchange. Confused, he doesn’t push the subject any further, and the three turn back to the screen to watch everything unfold.

       G-Dragon laughs as he takes your shredded shirt and throws it behind him. “I can do anything I want with what belongs to me.” He runs his hands across your stomach sending unpleasant shivers through your body. You cringe for fear of what might happen next. The PTSD from the earlier event has already set in.

       Bambam’s face becomes so tense that veins start to pop out by his temples. “DON’T TOUCH HER!” He screams, struggling against his restraints.

       T.O.P chuckles and glances at G-Dragon. “Looks like someone has some feelings for your little plaything.”

       G-dragon sneers. “Is that so?” He opens the switchblade again and positions it at your shorts. “How about I continue with this little strip show, huh?”

       “Stop! I SAID DON’T TOUCH HER!” Bambam screams again. He suddenly hears a click before feeling the coolness of a blade against his neck.

       “You’re not very good at doing what you’re told, are you?” T.O.P growls into his ear and grabs Bambam’s chin taunt so the blade could be pressed firmly against his skin.

       Bambam swallows the large lump in his throat and shuts his mouth, but doesn’t remove the glare from his face.

       You start to regain a little strength as you look Bambam in the eyes, giving a weak smile. “Bam, try to stay c-calm. Don’t get y-yourself hurt.” You see Bambam affected by your words. For the first time you see worry and despair in his eyes as he watches you helplessly.

       G-Dragon plays with the hem of your shorts. “Looks like my little pretty is getting her voice back.” He leans over and whispers in your ear. “How about we continue, shall we?” He bites your lower lobe and runs his tongue slowly up your cheek. It was like being slobbered by a dog. Your body shakes in disgust and you feel so sick to your stomach but you’re still too weak to show any resistance.

       G-Dragon starts cutting your shorts off, but suddenly stops when he hears commotion coming from outside the room. He raises an eyebrow as he hears banging on the door. Before he could say anything, the door bursts open, revealing a not so happy group of Got7 members. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

       Jinyoung takes a step forward towards Big Bang’s leader. “Get your hands off of her!” Beads of sweat drip from his face and down to his supple neck. The look of determination is written all over his face. Did…did he really come for me?

       G-Dragon chuckles, he quickly holds your face against his slender body and places the switchblade against your neck once again. “Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t take another step if I were you. One more step from you or your pathetic friends and I will drain every last bit of blood left in your silly little girlfriend.” Silence fills the airs and everyone was stopped dead in their tracks. G-Dragon nods his head over to his gang member in the same position with Bambam. “Oh and your little gang member isn’t exactly in the best position either.”

       Jinyoung lets out a low growl but stands down, glaring at the two kidnappers. G-Dragon smiles. “Well, it seems like Mark, Jackson and Jinyoung of Got7 have come to join us for the big party!” His sarcasm and terrible mocking tactics did not impress any of the Got7 members.

       G-Dragon did not cease to continue his efforts to bother them. He then slowly cut up your shorts till your underwear was exposed. Though you shriek, you were helpless.

       “DON’T YOU DARE!” Jinyoung screams at G-Dragon all the while Mark and Jackson try to hold him back.

       “Or what? Why do you care so much for this worthless thing?” G-Dragon continued to harass and humiliate you in front of the Got7 boys. His hands wandered wherever they wanted and you couldn’t do anything. First, his hands came across your breast; he clenched them so hard you screeched. Jinyoung’s heart sank, but the fire in his eyes was relentless. Both Mark and Bambam almost couldn’t stand to look.

       “I’m…I’m sorry,” You looked with sincerity to Jinyoung and the rest of the members that stood before you.

       “Quiet you!” G-Dragon pulls your hair back and he then pulls the switchblade again. This time the switchblade was placed between your underwear and your skin.

       “How about we show them what I did to you just moments ago? Maybe this time I’ll add something extra… I’ll take your cute little blue undies off and put my –.”

       Jackson stares directly into the eyes of the leader and sternly says, “THAT’S ENOUGH! We’re here for Y/N and Bambam. Let them go with no more harm and we will leave without any problems.”

       “Jackson!” Jinyoung protests.

       Jackson shoots Jinyoung a look and speaks through gritted teeth. “Shut. Up. We really have no other choice here.”

       Mark nods, not taking his eyes off you. “Listen to Jackson. You’ve never been in the field. This is how it works.”

       G-Dragon notices how Jinyoung and Mark are acting and decides to test something out. Smirking, he leans his head down further next to your face. “Awe you guys are all so cute, trying to save your little girlfriend here. But, don’t you guys know already that she belongs to me now?” He twists your head to look at him as he gets closer to your lips, not taking his eyes off the boys. Just as his lips brush yours, he notices Mark and Jinyoung take a step forward and Bambam struggles against his restraints, all three glaring at G-Dragon. You feel him let go of your face.

     “Well, look at this, my dear. Looks like you’ve got three secret admirers.” You can almost imagine the shit-eating grin on his face as he says his next sentence. “I’m surprised about your feelings though, Mark. Considering you’re the reason she’s here in the first place.”

[moved92]

Recap: SHC3.

Super delayed recap of Superheroes Con III.

Imagine the worst possible start to an international vacation. I botched the date/time for our flight to New York, so we missed it. I then booked a flight for the wrong day and paid extra to change it, then we paid again for seats on an earlier flight to worry less about catching our connection to Dublin. Refunds pending. I had no panic medication, no sleep, and no confidence that we’d actually go, but we arrived to France on schedule (thankfully). Our motto: “Make the plan, execute the plan, expect the plan to go off the rails… throw away the plan” (Captain Cold). The slightest buzz of everything that can go wrong, will go wrong lingered throughout the convention. Nothing did. I digress.

CONVENTION DAY!

Panels: Wentworth and Dominic’s panel was one of the most uncomfortable experiences ever. I’m not much a fan of free-for-all Q&A’s, especially when a certain level of discomfort can be inferred from the participants. Thankfully, no one asked anything super embarrassing or inappropriate. Click here for a full transcript. Our photo op with Wentworth directly followed the Q&A (yay). I just remember being super out of it the whole time. Thanks, panic disorder. I don’t know how I managed to ask Wentworth if it was okay to hug him, but I did, and thanked him. It was a whirlwind two seconds. (Fun fact: I saved my last Xanax for convention day and left it at our rented apartment. It took some serious self-love not to have a complete meltdown when I realised that, and I’m incredibly proud that I got through the day without any major incidents of panic. There’s a life lesson there somewhere.)

We only went to one other panel: David and Michael’s. They’re hilarious, and I enjoyed that their panel lacked that air of tension that Wentworth and Dom’s had. It was a nice way to waste time.

Private session: The private session was an intimate gathering of fans (about 20) and all the guests, at the additional cost of selling your soul. I, anxious as I was, sort of clung to Brian’s side while he talked to David and Michael about Deadshot, despite wanting to talk with Wentworth. I somehow found the courage to peel myself from Brian’s side and approached him (I’d approach him three times total, just because I couldn’t handle that much continuous interaction, and because I didn’t want to bother him).

I said ‘hi’ and held my arm out, told him, ‘I just wanted to show you-’ Let me tell you: everything he does is thoughtful and gentle. He cupped the underside of my tattooed arm and said, “Oh, wow. That’s gorgeous.” His ‘fuss’ caught Dom’s attention, who paused the conversation he was having to look at what I was showing Went. I don’t remember if he said anything. I don’t have a decent photo of my tattoo handy, but it’s a dandelion and some dandelion-related foliage, and the quote ‘Like a dandelion up through the pavement, I persist.’ It spans half my lower, left arm. I told Wentworth my grandma bought it for me and that she’d recently passed, so it has a double meaning. He put his hand over his heart and said he was deeply sorry for my loss, that she “sounded like a cool lady.” Then, stupidly or just humanly, I asked him how he was. He said he was doing okay, but that he’d be flying home the next day and wouldn’t get to enjoy France. Do you know what I did? I pouted at him, y’all. Like, genuinely. I told him we were really glad he chose to do this convention, because we’d bought tickets to the other. He was just so genuinely apologetic. I also told him about the gift we got him, which I don’t think he fully understood or appreciated until we gave it to him. I had a replica made of his quesadilla tray, from that photo he posted last summer, because I wanted him to always have his quesadilla.

Brian was with me the second time I approached him. I’m a little fuzzy on the sequence of events. I know Brian also, not knowing I’d already mentioned it, thanked him for coming. Wentworth said he was glad we could make it, that it was very meaningful for us to be there. I told him we’d have come even if we couldn’t come, and that we only came to see him (not that we hated everyone else), which he was super bashful and laughed about. I then summoned all the courage I probably had left (just kidding, that’s coming up) to ask if he’d be so kind as to film a birthday video for Amy. My exact words were something like, ‘I have a request of you,’ and he was thankfully so gracious about it.

The third and final time I approached him, I think I said, ‘I’m buzzing around like a nervous bee,’ to which he replied with something along the lines of aww. I went right into talking about how important his writing is, obviously, considering my tattoo. I told him how hard the past year has been and that, when I’m suicidal, I think about his writing. I told him he’s taught me to be a lot kinder to myself. I told him I’m glad he’s still here (and I meant here, alive) and so open. I thanked him. He thanked me for sharing my story. I honestly don’t remember there being anyone else in the room while we talked; if anyone else wanted his attention, I didn’t notice. I had it. Genuinely. Compassionately. He touched my elbow the way someone else might give a hug and said, “Be gentle with yourself.” I don’t even know what happened after that.

We also talked to Dom, who’s one of the funniest, kindest men. We laughed about how god-awful Vikingdom is (if you haven’t watched it, please do). Brian asked about his hair in that movie; apparently, Dom grew his hair chin-length and then they supplied extensions. I asked if he lived in Australia. He said he pretty much called the United States home, and that he spent a lot of time on the California beach. I said I know, joking that he probably had a little cave there. Dom said he’d be content with that. When I took our photo with him, he made sure we were facing the best lighting and told me to check my photo after, to make sure I liked it (I don’t but didn’t say that). He then took my phone and zoomed in on his face, I guess to make sure he liked the photo. I don’t remember him doing this with anyone else, so it was hilarious.

David complimented my hair. I’m also almost certain Brian became best friends with Michael and Manu. He spent almost the whole time comfortably talking to them, as I buzzed around in my nervousness.

Autographs: In hindsight, I should have bought autographs with Dom but didn’t.

THIS HAPPENED RIGHT AFTER THE PRIVATE SESSION (I don’t know why I’m shouting. Dear Lord), so I was understandably nervous about shoving myself in Wentworth’s face again. He’s so sweet, guys. He’s such a genuinely compassionate, sweet man. I don’t really remember if he said anything to me beyond, “It was nice talking to you.” I’m a firm believer that a man like him does not say things he doesn’t mean, so it was a compliment, to me, to be told he enjoyed talking to me. Brian thanked him again for coming. We gave him his gift and, to his assistant-person, he said the quesadilla magnet was great.

And voila!

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Diary

I'm going to start using this blog as a diary for awhile. I need to keep practicing on my typing and, theres no where else to type it. I love being a parent, a mommy. of course there are always hardships raising a child. well, I think the only one ive had so far with my child is trying to get the poor thing to let her poop out. Shes so afraid to poop bc she thinks it will hurt, but of course holding it only makes it worse, shes so young and doesn't understand, I mean we’ve tried everything we can. Her diet is super strict just so we can keep it soft, even if some has to sit in her poor little body. It will almost be a year in a month or so since shes starting holding it. Her first blow out left her a scar, so I know it was pretty bad, I will never forget that day. She was literally rolling on the floor just crying in pain, we filled a bulb of water and flushed her out. Even an actual suppository to make it extra soft but none of that made it soft, just came out in a huge ball. My mother had to put her knees to her chest just to push it out. I cried of course, my daughter was in so much pain. I myself deal with issues like that sometimes so I know how it feels. Apparently when I was my daughters age I used to do the same thing, really sucks I probably gave it to her but I do know a lot of toddlers go through poop withholding. I just wish she wasn't one of them. No mother wants their baby in pain. I continue to do the best I can for my child. she is the most important part of my being I cant imagine not having her. I recently bought her some “poop books” I read them to her on the potty, we just spent a whole hour on there reading, she peed for the first time on the toilet that way pretty exciting! I was trying to make her really excited about that but I knew she was extremely uncomfortable. she was holding her poop the whole time she sat there and her tummy is so full and hard from all the poop and all the food from dinner. I know one night isn't gonna change it but maybe doing every single night will make serious progress. god I really hope so. I don't want her to be so scared, I need her to like using it and becoming potty trained. that's only one part of my day that is, work was so long and so irritating today. My shifts are 9 hours long each and I stand on my feet, I don't take breaks so I can get every minute of my money and considering my position I don't have to take one. I'm a food preparer for Panera Bread. My General Manager Julie would not stop asking me to do things, and these things weren't even my job, I wasn't able to start my work until three hours into my shift. which is 5am to 2 pm. got there at 440 this morning and just couldn't believe how much time went by and how far she had me behind. it was reDICKulous. I love my job. I love being in the back and I love my coworkers but she wasn't always my GM. I had a GM named Stefon he was cool as fuck. A tight ass like her but shes 50 times worse I swear. I mean, shes just a straight bible thumping bitch. I understand company reasons but she likes to change things all bc its “her store” and it just picks at her when she sees it. the funniest part is here plans always fall through they just fail so hard, a few months ago we started doing PM preppers and of course I took some of those shift, I mean hey getting more sleep is always awesome. but 4 till close was a drag, id finish my work in 3 hours and either fuck around or have to help with a million different jobs. good thing was is Julie never really closed so I didn't have to see her. Now I open my four days in a row. Ugh. its cool though, I like my mornings. I miss my babies at home though. my daughter and my Babe.

ah, Babe. he is a wonderful man. Growing up into a young woman you think you know what a real man is and take so much shit from a guy all bc you think that's normal and okay, but my Babe? he is the kindest and most respectful man I have ever been with. After one year of being with him I am still as happy as the day I fell in love with him and I really hope that continues. I remember that day so clearly, it was our first date. it was a very sudden one, I had just gotten off of work and he asked me if I wanted to go to a museum and I'm like “hell yea ive never been to one”, right? lmao ive never gone to one sadly but anyways, well on the car ride there he puts on this band ive never heard and the music was just so perfect for the mood. Honestly for a black guy hes very very different from any I ever grew up around and became friends with, he was so white lol. like you know how white people cant dance and whatever, like that. but yeah he so goofy and I'm so goofy and in that moment I'm just staring at him feel the warmest feeling in my chest, my eyes got warm with it. I felt so happy and alive, I couldn't understand what I was feeling but I didn't care, it was fucking amazing. when he finally looked at me I gave him such a sincere smile, and he gave me one back, I knew he knew I was feeling him. Funny thing is, is that.. only reason we started in the first place was bc he was looking for some goods and I had that info, and well he came over and I helped and the night her left I texted him and just started holding a conversation, of course he found it weird af my little white ass, but he went with it, I threw him a dirty text and he responded, sent some pics and he says “girl I don't want that, ill just come get it” lmao like WHAAAAAAT, I have never had no one say that to me lol. it was shocking and surprising but exciting lol, well that night we ended up doing stuff and whoa is he hung, I just remember seeing it in the backlight from the tv and I'm like omg, breathe kasey, you bout to take the biggest dick of your life lmao. and holy damn did I, my poor little kitty. she okay though, she got used to it. But yeah, now we’re here, planning our life and about to conceive our first child together this year. I'm super excited, lol. I love babies so much, I have constant baby fever. but I'm a good mommy so, it doesn't matter. I thin this Is enough typing for tonight.

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Unexpected Consequence 9

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

Got7 x Reader

Gang!Au

Angst

A/N: Hello everyone! We got such good responses from everyone, we wanted to continue this for our other stories. We have so much planned for BTS, Big Bang, Monsta X and more Got7, so please follow our profile so you stay tuned! Now, on to the next chapter. It might be a little confusing to pick up, but it's going between two different points of view kind of as both Mark and JB are explaining to the people they're with. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This story is not in any way shape or form true. This is purely fiction. All the boys from Got7 are very sweet and charming guys that wouldn't hurt a fly. I love them all so much. So please, check them out! They are amazing people. Also, G-Dragon and T.O.P have been introduced. Those two are also the kindest and funniest guys out there, they are nothing like in this story. I will always consider Big Bang the king's of K-pop (they brought me into this fandom I can no longer escape from) and also wishing T.O.P a quick recovery!

Trigger Warning: There will be swearing, kidnapping, holding hostage, torture and mentions of killing and drugs. So if you are uncomfortable with any of this, please don't read!

Chapter 9:

       “What does he mean this is your fault, Mark?” Jinyoung demands, not taking his eyes off the psycho touching you.        Mark’s face twists in confusion. “I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

       G-Dragon cocks his head to the side. “Of course you know! The money you owe me? Remember?”

       Mark thinks for a second before it clicks in his head. At realization, his face turns white, eyes wide. “T-that’s why you took her?”

       Jinyoung and Bambam look at Mark. “What the hell is he talking about?!” Jinyoung asks again, patience growing thin.

        G-Dragon looks from Jinyoung and Bambam to Mark. Realizing what’s going on, he bursts into a fit of laughter, hands still on your shoulders. “Wait, you mean to tell me they don’t know?! Haha, this is rich!” He doubles over in psychotic laughter.

         “WILL SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT IS GOING ON!” Jinyoung raises his voice again.

         T.O.P smirks, playing with the knife against Bambam’s throat. “Well, your little buddy Mark hasn’t been completely honest with you, it seems. The money that Y/N’s father owes Mark? That money belongs to us. He got his drug supply from us but didn’t have the money for it just yet. He swore that once he gave the drugs to Y/N’s father, he’d repay us. Well, as you know, he never paid Mark the money, which means we never got ours. So, since he doesn’t have the money but has the girl, she now belongs to us. It’s funny, considering he developed feelings for the little trash.”

         Jinyoung blinks, taking everything in. He slowly turns to Mark, who is frozen on the spot. “M-Mark, is this all true?” He stutters out to his friend.

         Mark swallows the lump in his throat and slowly nods. “Y-yeah. He’s right.”

         Jinyoung’s face turns red with anger. “So you mean to tell me that one of my best friends has been doing business with the man that made my childhood a living HELL?!” He takes a step toward Mark, his fists clenched. “I’ve been looking for him for over 5 years and you knew where he was THE WHOLE TIME?!” Mark takes a step back, eyes wide. “AND NOW HE HAS Y/N BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPID MISTAKE?!”

         Mark puts his hands up in defense. “Jinyoung, please calm down. I’m sorry! I needed a supplier a-and he was the only one with anything worth selling! And I didn’t know he was going to take Y/N, I swear!” Jinyoung keeps walking toward him. “I wanted to tell you but I wasn’t allowed to!”

        Jinyoung stops in his tracks. “You weren’t ALLOWED to? Who the hell else knew!”

        Jackson looks at Jinyoung with a hint of guilt behind his eyes. “I knew. And so did JB and Yugyeom. You, Bambam, Youngjae are the only ones that didn’t.”

        Bambam’s eyes grow wide. “Gyeom knew too?”

        Youngjae stiffens in his chair as he slowly turns to face JB and Yugyeom. “You two knew about this? Is that what you meant when you said you didn’t expect him to go this far?”

        Before JB could respond, they hear a loud yell, turning their attention back to the monitor.

        Just then, Jinyoung lunges at Mark, punching him straight in the face. Mark knocks backwards onto his back, cradling his face in his hands. Jackson grabs Jinyoung and pulls him back. “Dude, stop! I get you’re upset and you have every right to be! But now is NOT the time!”

        G-Dragon watches the exchange before yawning loudly, his arms sliding down your shoulders and hanging around your neck, chin resting on top of your head. “Well, this is getting boring.” He puts two fingers into his mouth and loudly whistles. The next thing you know, three guards storm the room, grabbing Jinyoung, Mark and Jackson. T.O.P and G-Dragon followed suit. “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you two.” G-Dragon winks to both Bambam and Y/N.

        Jackson, Mark and Jinyoung were taken off to another room. Youngjae looked to follow the different cameras and saw that they were placed in a holding cell down the hall. The cell was locked by a sophisticated locking system.

        “How could you betray us like that? I thought we were family…” Youngjae says as he slumps in his chair. “You too Yugyeom...”

        JB turns his back to sigh and leans against the wall. He bumps his head a couple times against the wall trying to find his words.

        Meanwhile, back in the holding cell, Jackson is still trying to hold Jinyoung from beating the living hell out of Mark.

        “LET ME GO JACKSON! HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO LIVE! HE’S A TRAITOR!” Jinyoung pants and grunts as he tries to work his way out of Jackson’s arms.

        “He’s no more of a traitor than I am, so hit me instead! Just leave Mark alone!” Jackson tries as much as he can to save his fellow member. Just then, Jinyoung stops resisting and his head is lowered. Mark is in a corner shaking; he sheds a tear.

        “W-why? Hyung…Why?” Jinyoung’s voice cracks.

        “I’m so sorry, please…forgive me. I didn’t always know it was G-Dragon and his men. When we were struggling for money for the gang, I didn’t have much other choice…” Mark looked straight at Jinyoung though he couldn’t bear to look back.

        “No choice!? HA! You really are despicable,” Jinyoung started to get angry again, but Jackson’s grip never let up.

        “Wait, please…let me continue. It hurt to see us struggle. All of us had already been through so much already. Business was starting to slow down and I was losing customers to other dealers. I found a couple guys that sold good product and for a reasonable price, but they only sold in pounds. I used up all the money I had to buy it…but I just thought about the long run. We started getting more customers again and our name was back on the streets. However, one day as I was going to pick up another batch, I saw G-Dragon. He pulled up in a really nice car and the guys I was buying from had given him a suitcase full of money. That’s when I knew…” Mark was trying so hard to keep his composure, so did Jinyoung.

        “When I heard this from Mark that he’s been buying from G-Dragon’s men all along, I had to make an executive decision,” JB explains to Youngjae while Yugyeom looks off into the distance. “I made a deal with Mark. He had to stay loyal to the group and does nothing more than just buy from them. He was to report to me of all his sales. Since Jackson and him worked so well together on the streets, Jackson of course knew. As for Yugyeom, I had to include him too because we needed the right weapons and tools to be prepared…for a day like this.” JB sighs again. He looks over to Youngjae to see his face.

        “You, Bambam and Jinyoung…you all act pretty tough and headstrong, but I knew what was there. Just a bunch of broken minds and broken hearts. What good would it have been if I were to tell the rest of you what was going on?”

        “Damnit, JB! Don’t we matter?” Youngjae exclaims.

        JB punches the wall. “Of course you do! It’s because you all do that I had to keep this a secret. You think I like hiding things from my own family!?”

        Mark slowly walks up to Jinyoung to put his hand on his arm. Jinyoung growled and punched Mark dead in the face. Jackson quickly pushes him and goes after Mark to get him back up.

        Wiping the blood from his mouth he says, “I deserve that. Jinyoung, I promise that my intentions were pure. I know I was buying from our rival gang, but I did it so we could have a place to live, food to eat, and be able to survive out here. When Y/N’s father came to me asking for such a large quantity I didn’t even think of the consequences. My mind only focused on the money…I never meant for all of this to happen. But, I kept my promise…I always kept my promise to help protect the gang. The family. And now Y/N.”

        It grew quiet in the holding cell. Jinyoung was fuming in one corner while Jackson and Mark were in the opposite corner.

        Youngjae skimmed through the different cameras to see how everyone was doing. He noticed it finally calmed down in the holding cell, but things were still not going so well for Bambam and Y/N.

        Static came through the speakers. “Bambam, talk to me, how are you?” Youngjae said into the microphone.

        “Heh, fine. You know me. Except this terrible feeling of, oh you know…Betrayal”. Bambam looked up to the camera and it was the face of disappointment and anger. It reached both JB and Yugyeom and sent chills down their spines.

        JB also explained the story to Bambam through his walkie-talkie, though Bambam did not have much to say back except, “Gyeom…really? You too? That’s what I’m most upset with.”

        Yugyeom quickly rushed to the microphone, “Bam…please. I had to protect you too. Just like JB said. We’ve all been through so much and…honestly, it was my request to JB that we didn’t tell you either. I knew that if you had known about this secret, you probably would have lost it and try to find BigBang and kill them. I can’t lose you, hyung…”

        “Ha…haha…HAHAHAHAHA!!” Bambam laughed hysterically. You notice his head is down and tears start to fall from his face.

        “Oh, Bam…” You say hopelessly.

        “Dongsaeng…damnit. Why do you have to be right?” Bambam sniffed and attempted to wipe his tears with his shoulder.

        JB motioned for Youngjae to get all the walkie-talkies onto the same channel so that he could make an announcement. He clears his throat. “All of you. I apologize for keeping such a secret from most of you. There really is no excuse for this, but if you need to blame someone, if you need to hate someone, then hate me. I am the leader and I am fully responsible for all of this. I guess it was bound to happen one way or another for you guys to find out, but I had my reasons. However, now we all need each other more than ever. We are a family and that will always come first for us. We did not get this far to fall apart. I love you guys. You are my brothers till death. What do you say? Bambam, Mark, Jinyoung...we in this?”

        Mark looks to Jinyoung for consolation. Jinyoung turns to Mark and smiles. “Fighting!”

        Mark responds with excitement, “Fighting!”

        Bambam chimes in, “Fighting! HAHAHAAAA!”

        You look at Bambam with confusion, but lets out a little giggle and a wink.

        “You got this Youngjae?” JB looks to him with newfound hope.

        “Let’s get our boys back,” he cracks his fingers and starts working away at the keyboard.