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jenohi · 4 years ago

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Let Me Love You

"Smoke and Mirrors keep us waiting on a miracle."

“My cousin Y/N is transferring here to SMU. My parents asked me to stay with her and take care of her, so she and I decided to share an apartment. I know we planned to stay here for all 4 years of college but my parents were adamant.” Taeil said to his friends apologetically.

Yuta got up from the table and scoffed. He would never openly admit it to anybody but in the past year he had gotten really attached to his friends, the members of their new secret society, NCT. After their first semester, they had agreed to rent a house together on the edge of campus that they would all stay in for the next seven semesters of university. “How old is she? 12? She’s a university student, why does she need to be babysat by you?”

The other members eyed Yuta wearily, he definitely had the shortest temper out of all of them. After a long pause, Taeyong decided on a resolution. “That’s okay Taeil, we understand. Just remember we’ll always have a room open for you. You’re still a member of NCT. Every Sunday at 8 we’ll still meet here if that works for everybody?”

Taeyong looked around the table and was satisfied when everybody nodded, the last person he saw was Yuta. Yuta wasn’t happy about this, but he knew it wasn’t really his place to tell his friend not to move out. So eventually, he nodded his head in agreement as well and Taeyong smiled. He didn’t see it but Taeil smiled and breathed a sigh of relief as well.

‘In all 21 years of my life, I have never met someone as infuriating as Nakamoto Yuta.’ You thought as you tossed the left over trash from your cousin and his teammate, friend? You weren't exactly sure what their relationship was. When the Moon cousins had initially agreed to share an apartment together in the city just outside their university, the last thing You expected was to have to deal with a constant stream of rowdy boys constantly going in and out of their apartment.

After piling all the leftover dishes into the sink, You turned on the faucet and began to start washing the dishes. You only looked up and smiled when Taeil spoke to you, about to leave their place “Hey Y/N, thanks for making us dinner. It was really yummy!”

Yuta didn’t say anything. He could sense that You always had some kind of edge against him. It bothered him a little bit, but not enough for him to do anything about it. Whenever he came to hang out with Taeil at his place, you usually stayed out of the way so although your presence may have been uncomfortable. It had never outright inconvenienced him.

Once the two had left, You made your way to the balcony of their apartment. You shrieked when you breathed in the remnants of the cigarette smoke in the air. You looked down to see two cigarette butts in the ashtray that had not been properly snuffed out. You picked them up and tossed them on the ground and stomped on them to snuff them out.

You didn’t have an issue with smoking, you even smoked a cigarette or two in the times you were most stressed out but there were few things you hated more than the smell of cigarettes. After snuffing out the butts, you stormed back into the apartment and picked up your phone to call Taeil.

“Hey, I thought I told you to make sure you take care of the cigarettes and the smell when you’re done smoking them!” You yelled into the phone as soon as your cousin answered. “Look, I don’t have an issue with it, but I don’t want to accidentally burn down our entire apartment complex and you know I hate the smell when you smoke too much.”

You stopped your rant when you realized your cousin hadn’t said anything. Taeil was sweet and usually he would have said something to apologize by now. You looked down at your phone, his name was on the caller ID. You brought the phone back up to your ear “Taeil?”

“Not Taeil. This is Yuta.”

“Yuta? Where’s Taeil? Why are you answering his phone? Can you put him on the line?”

There was a pause, You could hear vague mutterings from the phone before Yuta’s voice was back on the line. “Taeil’s busy right now.”

You heard a groan that sounded like someone got hit and then a bunch of voices that followed in an ‘ooh’. Then you heard a voice that sounded suspiciously like your cousin scream. “Is that Taeil? Is he okay?”

“I’ll let him know you called. I gotta go now. Bye.” Yuta said quickly, trying to end the conversation.

“Wait!” You shrieked before he could hang up. “What’s going on? Where are you guys?”

You narrowed your eyes as you heard Yuta scoff into the phone “your cousin Taeil is a grown-ass man. You don’t have to worry about him alright?”

“But-”

“Are you busy tonight?”

“What?”

“There’s a party tonight at my house. Come, starts at 11:30 PM.”

“No, I don’t want to go to a party. It’s a Tuesday! Is Taeil okay? That sounded like him earlier.”

“If you want to check on your beloved cousin, come to my party. He’ll be there. Loosen up a little bit, it’ll be fun.”

“Um, I’ll think about it.”

“Great.” Yuta said, hanging up before You could say anything else. You stared at your phone, what in the world had just happened? You looked at the clock to see that it was 10:30. You had an hour to decide if you would actually go to the party or not. Who else was going to be there?

You didn’t know very many people since you had just transferred to SMU, so maybe it was a good idea to go to this party and socialize a little bit. You could take the opportunity to potentially make some friends.

Just as You was about to finish touching up your make-up, your phone pinged. You picked it up to see that it was an address from an unknown number. You tapped on the address to see where it was, as you were doing so, you saw a notification of another message. ‘This is Yuta btw.’

The house was on the very edge of campus and close enough that you could just walk there. You were surprised to see that there were already crowds of people both inside and outside the house. There were colorful lights flashing from outside the house.

‘How the heck am I actually supposed to meet anybody like this?’ You asked herself. You took a deep breath and made her way up the stairs and into the packed house. You threaded through the crowd of people dawdling in the foyer, pushing her way to find some space. Eventually, you made her way into the kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief once you had some space to herself.

There was a whole bunch of opened bottles of alcohol and stacks of cups laid out on the island in the middle of the kitchen. You moved closer to the island and started reading the labels of the bottles. In Germany you didn’t go to very many parties, if you wanted to drink you would just go to the bar and order a beer. But you didn’t see any kind of drink you recognized here.

“Do you need help?” a melodic voice asked her. You turned around to see a fairy like girl approach her. You didn’t say anything as the girl grabbed the cup from her hand.

“Do you like Coca Cola?” the girl asked. You nodded and you grabbed a large glass bottle and started pouring the liquid into the plastic cup and then you grabbed the large bottle of Coca Cola resting on the island and poured it into the cup before handing the cup back to You.

“I’m Selena by the way.” Now that You could see her up close, she really did look like a fairy. You didn’t comment on the fact that her hair seemed kinda messy or that her lipstick was obviously smeared.

“Nice to meet you Selena, I’m You.”

Just as Selena was about to respond, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist effectively cutting off the conversation. You were shocked to see that it was Taeil who had his arms wrapped around Selena, he was currently whispering something into her ear that made her giggle.

When Taeil looked up, his eyebrows jumped up to see You standing there. “Hey Y/N, I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Uh yeah, it was kind of last minute. Yuta invited me actually.”

At this, Taeil’s eyebrows rose even higher. He knew that the two had always been at odds with each other. “Yuta?”

As if he were summoned by the devil himself, Yuta appeared in the kitchen. He strode over to the other side of the kitchen island and started digging through the bottles. Cursing when he couldn’t find whatever bottle he was looking for. He paused when he spotted the drink in You’s hand.

“What are you drinking?” he asked. His eyes looked up, one side of his lips pulling up into a smirk when he recognized You. “So the prissy princess finally decided to show her face to the lowly commoners.”

“I’m not a prissy princess.” You said. You looked down at your cup and then over at Selena, you had no idea what drink the girl had made for you.

“Sorry Yuta. I used the last of the rum to make her a rum and coke.” Selena said, a smirk painted on her face. You tried not to appear too nosy when you looked over at Selena to see her leaning into Taeil. Did Taeil have a girlfriend that You didn’t know about?

It was obvious that Yuta was dissatisfied. He stared you down and when you finally turned your attention to him, he looked down at the drink. “Are you going to drink that?”

You looked down at the cup again, startled, then looked back up at Yuta. “Uh, yeah but you can have some if you’d like.”

You handed him your red solo cup over the kitchen island. Yuta plucked it from your hand and took a slug of it before dropping it back into your hand. “It's good. Try it.”

He drank a lot, half of the cup was empty. You lifted the cup to your face and took a sip, you tried not to make a face as you tasted the bitter rum. This is what people drank at parties?

“What do you think?”

“It’s alright.” You said. It tasted horrible and you didn’t want it anymore. But you didn’t want to offend Selena.

“Liar.” Yuta said, he scoffed as he grabbed the cup from your hands and drank the rest of it.

“I’m not lying!” You said, looking over to make sure you didn’t offend Selena. You were shocked to see that Selena and your cousin had disappeared. “Okay, maybe I lied a little bit.”

Yuta tossed his head back and laughed. “Loosen up. You look so uncomfortable. This is a party, go have fun.”

“I’ve never been to a party before. Everyone is already so...drunk.” You said.

Suddenly everything made sense to Yuta, why the darn girl was always so uptight and prissy all the time. He made his way around the kitchen island and stood in front of You before placing one arm on each side of you and leaning down “they didn’t have parties back wherever you came from?”

What was he doing? You thought. You leaned back as far as you could, the expression on Yuta’s face was smug and you weren't sure what he was going to do. Out of all of Taeil’s friends, you heard that Yuta was the wildest and most spontaneous. “In Germany we just go to bars and drink beer. I’ve never gone to an event so...wild.”

“You think this is wild?” Yuta asked. “Have you checked out the basement yet?”

You shook your head. Yuta grinned, almost maniacally and grabbed one of your wrists and tugged you behind him, pulling you through crowds of people. Unlike how you had to push your way between groups of people earlier, the crowds seemed to part for Yuta and wherever he went eyes followed him.

Instead of pulling you downstairs like you expected, he pulled you up a set of stairs and pulled you into an empty room. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Both You and Yuta could tell that you had been tense and uncomfortable since you had stepped into the house.

“Pick your poison.” Yuta said, pulling open a fridge he had set aside in the corner of his room. “These are all my drinks. This is the good stuff that we don’t share at parties.”

“Wow, you’re letting me have exclusive access?” You said, in an almost mocking tone. Yuta raised an eyebrow.

You bent down to look to see what was in the fridge. You smiled in delight when you saw your favorite brand of beer. You grabbed a bottle and held it against the edge of the fridge and smacked the top with your hand to take off the cap. Yuta didn’t say anything but he was impressed, this was the first time he had seen You behave this way.

Yuta couldn’t say anything when You tossed your head back to take a sip of beer. You made it look like a beer commercial. After a couple more delicate sips, Yuta grabbed one of your arms and pulled you close so that you stood in between his legs and your ear was right up against his mouth.

“Chug it.” he said. You looked at him with your eyebrows raised. Yuta raised his eyebrows in return.

You shouldn’t chug it. That would be unclassy. You thought. But why did you kind of want to? You looked Yuta in the eyes and narrowed your eyes, what was he playing at? The corner of Yuta’s lips pulled up into his trademark smirk as he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of the same beer and used his teeth to pop the top off.

Yuta pulled the bottle you drank from out of his hand and replaced it with the one you just opened. He put your already opened one on the desk and grabbed another one before biting on the cap again and spitting out the cap. He clinked the two newly opened bottles together, and lifted his bottle up to his lips.

“I’ll do it with you.” Yuta said.

With the bottle at his lips, Yuta gave you the most taunting expression. He was challenging you, and You never refused a challenge. You brought your bottle to your lips and started pouring the beer back down your throat.

Yuta was both mildly surprised and mildly amused to see how quickly You had finished your beer. In fact, you had finished your bottle before he had finished his. As soon as you finished your first bottle, he picked up the bottle you drank from earlier that was sitting on his desk and handed it to your.

You gave him a look before placing down the bottle you had finished and taking the one you had drank from earlier and tossing it back down your throat as well.

Two beers wasn’t enough to get you blackout drunk. But it was certainly enough for you to start feeling a buzz.

Yuta waited for you to finish your second beer and once you did he took the bottle from you and grinned at you. You grinned back like a loon and with a satisfied grin Yuta grabbed your wrist again and pulled you behind him.

This time, he did pull you down to the basement. And it was wild. It was dark and the lights were colorful. There were people everywhere and this time people did not part for Yuta. People were dancing, or wobbling goofily. The sight was amusing.

You didn’t even notice that you had let go of Yuta’s hand. You found yourself swaying along to the loud beats of the song. You didn’t know who was around you or exactly where you were but you were having fun. Honestly, it was kind of gross as it was super hot and there were at least 5 people pressed up against you but never had you let herself experience this kind of situation.

Yuta cursed when he noticed that You were no longer with him. You would be fine on your own right? He needed to find Taeyong and take care of some things really quick.

You spotted Taeil near a makeshift bar and grinned, you pushed through the people and made your way over to him grinning. He grinned back and waved at you. When you were close enough, he approached you “are you having fun?”

You nodded, dancing along to the beat. “I didn’t think I would but I’m actually enjoying this. I could use a drink though, it’s kind of hot down here.”

Taeil nodded and brought out another red solo cup. “The only thing we have down here is jungle juice. It’s pretty much just cheap wine with juice, but it does the job.”

You took a sip and was delighted to find that it tasted pretty much just like juice and you drank the rest of the cup and before handing it back to Taeil for him to refill. The surprise was evident on his face “I didn’t know you liked these kinds of events. I should have invited you earlier.”

“No it’s okay. I’ve never really been to an event like this before and I don’t think I’d like it. But today I am loosening up.” You declared. You grabbed the cup and wandered off into the crowd of people.

The alcohol was starting to hit you and the people around you were starting to blur. You suddenly felt nauseous when you felt someone grab you by the wrist and jerk you around. When you looked up you saw that it was Yuta.

“Yuta!”

“What’s that in your hand? Where did you get that?” he asked. He tried to grab the cup from you but you kept moving it away from him. “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to accept drinks from strangers? Are you stupid?”

You shoved him away, shocked into sobriety by his words. You moved to walk away from him. You thought maybe you had read Yuta wrong and maybe he wasn’t so infuriating but actually he was infuriating and a jerk.

Undeterred, Yuta followed you and grabbed your again. This time he did manage to grab the cup from your hands and he tossed it in a trash can that was sitting in the corner of the basement.

“Hey! What are you doing?” You shrieked.

“What are you doing? Where did you get that drink? It could be roofied.” he yelled.

“What is your problem? I got that from Taeil. You know? My cousin?” You yelled back. This time Yuta had no words. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, you placed both hands on his chest and leaned close to speak in his ear.

“Get lost.”

You used both hands to push him back into the crowd and stepped away from him. You found the staircase that led you back to the main floor and made your way up. This isn't fun anymore. The party was over. Taeil was fine.

“What’s your problem?” Yuta yelled from behind you. You whirled around him and stomped back to him and stood so that you were standing right in front of him nose to nose.

“No. What’s your problem? You invited me to this party. You gave me a drink too! Why are you overreacting over Taeil giving me a drink?”

He followed you out of the NCT house. “Aw, did I make the prissy princess upset? I’m so sorry. Whatever will I do?”

“What’s wrong with you?” You screamed once you were both far enough from the NCT house. You were incredibly irritated, tired, and frustrated.

“What do you have against me? Ever since you’ve arrived at SMU all you’ve done is be such a bitch. To me. And specifically me. Trust me, I’ve noticed.”

You paused. You didn’t realize that Yuta had noticed. You looked away and tried to think of what to say. You couldn’t come up with the right thing to say so you just settled with “sorry.”

“Sorry? You think I’m gonna let you get off with a sorry?” Yuta scoffed. He walked up to you this time, and looked down at you.

“What do you want then?” You asked, not backing down.

“You.” Yuta said, and for a moment it was dead silent. Then Yuta threw his head back and cackled. “That’s what you thought I was gonna say right?”

He didn’t even notice that you had turned around and stormed off back towards the direction of your apartment. He followed you back to your apartment, but he didn’t bother to chase after you. He strolled casually back towards your apartment jingling your keys in his pocket.

As soon as you reached your apartment and reached into your pocket for your keys you cursed when you realized they weren’t on you. You patted your other pockets and fished out your phone hoping that Taeil was still awake. You dialed his number.

“Looking for these?” You heard Yuta say from behind you as he jingled your keys in front of your face.

Just as you reached up to snatch them from him, he moved to hold them behind his back.

“Give those back to me. I want to go home and sleep. This night sucks.”

“No.”

You whined. “Why?”

“Tell me what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry for being a bitch can I have my keys back?”

Yuta looked unimpressed.

“Fine. I’ll tell you why I’ve been rude to you, but can we do it inside? You’ll probably think it’s really stupid once you hear.”

“Okay. Move.”

You moved away from the door, and watched as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. You stepped inside when he gestured for you to go in. He stepped in after you and shut the door behind you both as you both took off your shoes and stepped into the apartment. Once the two of you were situated on opposite ends of the couch facing each other you spoke.

“The first few times you visited our apartment I got the impression that you were upset with me. That you didn’t want me around. So naturally, I decided to act back. Plus, whenever you come here you and Taeil leave this place a mess. The other guys either clean up after themselves or it’s not so bad and Taeil cleans it up himself.”

Yuta didn’t say anything for a few moments. “The truth is, I didn’t want you here. At first.”

“Great.” you said, turning away from him and getting up from the couch. “Get out.”

“Wait.” Yuta said, grabbing your hand before you could leave. “At first. At first, I didn’t want you here. The truth is your cousin is awesome, before you came we and a few other guys lived together and they’re the closest friends I’ve ever had. We were, we are a brotherhood. And I was concerned about what you coming here and Taeil moving out would do to the dynamic of our friendship.”

“So what?” You asked, turning around to look at him. “What changed?”

Yuta didn’t answer and you were getting annoyed. So you tried to tug your hand out of his. But he didn’t let go. Instead when you tried pulling your hand out of his a second time, he pulled you forward, so hard you fell into his lap.

“I realized I was being really dumb. I realized that Taeil’s cousin is really cool and I started to get jealous that she treated all the other brothers better than me. Then...I started to develop feelings for Taeil’s hot prissy cousin from Germany.”

You didn’t say anything as you were straddled on Yuta’s lap. His forehead was pressed against yours and you could feel his eyes looking at yours, trying to make eye contact you. But you were unsure of how to feel, you kept your eyes looking downward. How had things shifted so suddenly? What was this feeling?

Before Yuta could second guess himself he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. He stayed like that, holding his breath and hoping you wouldn’t push him away. When you lifted an arm around his shoulders and moved your lips against him he breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you in so that your bodies were melded together.

When you ran out of breath you pulled your lips from his and leaned back to catch your breath. Yuta moved one arm from your waist up so that his hand held the side of your head. You leaned your head into it and he leaned forward and began to kiss down from behind your ear to your collarbones.

“I-, we should stop.” you were confused and you were tired. How had things escalated so quickly?

Yuta stopped and lifted his head up. He moved his arm back down so that both arms tightly gripped your waist, holding you against him. You moved your hands to his biceps and tried to push yourself out of his grip. “Let me go.”

“Don’t you think that we should talk about it?”

“No. I want to sleep.” You said, still looking away from him and avoiding his gaze.

He lifted you up wordlessly, you gave up on trying to fight out of his grip and wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. You tucked your face into his neck.

“Don’t fall asleep.” Yuta said as he fell back on your bed, still carrying you. “The way we are, we still have a million miles ahead of us.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Please, Yuta. I need to sleep and I need to think.”

You were saying one thing, but your face was still tucked into Yuta’s neck and your limbs were still wrapped around Yuta’s body.

“Can I stay?” Yuta asked quietly. The truth was, he was nervous and worried that he had come on too strong, that he had played his cards wrong. But he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard you say.

“Yeah.”

The last thing you heard as Yuta lifted both of you up and under the covers was “don’t you give up. Let me love you.”

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ificanthaveu · 5 years ago

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Open Door Policy || Shawn Mendes

Description: You and Shawn Mendes have always been best friends, neighbors and cowriters until you start feeling something more. But how do you tell the guy you write love songs with that you think you love him?

A/N: OK this is another one of those fics that came from a day dream and spun together really quickly. I honestly don’t have much to say and I feel like I usually do but I hope you love it :)

Word Count: 4.5k

As time ticked by so did your patience.

It was nearly 11:00 pm on a Friday, and the last place you wanted to be was in the studio with an up and coming singer-songwriter who thought he was a lot better than he actually was.

You sighed as you leaned back in your chair, watching Hayden scribble something down from the other side of the glass before looking up at you and motioning for you to turn on your mic.

“I got something,” he said with a big grin.

That phrase usually meant you had at least another hour of work to do.

“Shoot,” you said as you grabbed your notebook, prepared to fix the line however you could.

He pointed at his notebook with his pen before saying, “we’re meant to be, but we haven’t figured that part out yet.”

You cocked your head to the side and nodded, the line showing that maybe he was making progress.

“It’s supposed to be you and me, we haven’t figured this out, but I know somehow we’re meant to be?” You said with questioning in your tone as you switched words around to make it rhyme and flow.

“I like that,” Hayden said, jotting down the line again and erasing other things.

“Um, not to rush you, bud, but how much longer are you thinking of working?” You said carefully.

He glanced at his phone propped up next to him.

“Maybe just fifteen minutes? Finish the chorus, and we can finish it and record it next time I see you?” He asked.

You nodded your head as you took note of that.

“Next Tuesday still work?” You asked.

“Perfect,” he said as he hung his headphones up to sit next to you and finish the chorus. It just needed a line or two, or the start of a line or two, and then you could just go home.

“Alright, well, dig into that line you just said,” you started as you turned towards him as he pulled up his chair. “How do you know, but still don’t know?”

He sighed and leaned back, looking at the ceiling and turning his chair in circles slowly.

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug.

You tried not to sigh and hang your head, knowing his one line wasn’t going to carry through to a whole chorus.

“I’m just thinking of, like, two friends. And they’ve been friends for a while and there’s this looming feeling that they’re going to end up together, but they just don’t know when or how, and honestly, have kind of been avoiding that feeling without even realizing they’re doing it,” he tried to explain.

“So, everyone knows, no one wants to say it?” You offered.

“Exactly,” he said as he rested his elbows on the table.

You looked through some lines you had written before, trying to see how you could alter them and fit them into the song to convey what he just told you.

“Stuck between something we can’t see…” you trailed off, writing it down in your notebook. “What if we never know what this is really about?”

Silence floated between the two of you as you both wrote them down.

“Man, I was thinking of going towards a happier ending with his, but I like where you’re going,” he said as he closed his notebook.

You shrugged your shoulders, following suit as you put your notebook in your bag along with a few of your other things scattered in front of you.

“Guess that’s just the feelings that want to come out of me right now,” you said with a soft smile.

Hayden looked at you for a moment before standing up.

“I’m not giving up on that happy ending of the song,” he said as he walked to the door, he leaned against the doorway for a moment before continuing. “And neither should you.”

Once he left, you leaned your head against the edge of the chair. He may be a pain in your ass sometimes, but he was always really good at reading you. Which is why you worked well together. And why you were the cowriter on most of his songs.

You finally picked yourself up and gathered your things before locking up the studio. Once you got in your car, you glanced down at your phone for the first time in the past few hours.

5:12 - Shawn: When do you get home? Pizza night?

6:36 - Shawn: Maybe Chinese?

7:04 - Shawn: You know, at this point I might just eat cardboard.

** Missed call - Shawn Mendes - 8:47**

8:48 - Shawn: [Y/N], I’m starving.

9:15 - Shawn: Ok, so I ordered pizza and ate, like, half of it. But stop over once you get home and eat the rest, please.

9:57 - Shawn: I know you don’t like that Hayden guy…is it because he’s been planning to kill you? Are you DEAD?

10:51 - Shawn: FINE, this is my last text, but actually please call me on your way home, so the pizza can be heated up and ready for you :)

You smiled down at the multiple messages before shaking your head and wiping it off your face. You pressed on his contact and put him on speakerphone before pulling out.

“Thank God. You’re not dead,” he answered.

“What do you expect when I’m with Hayden? We never finish anything in a timely manner,” you said through a laugh.

“You finish things in a timely manner. He does not,” Shawn reminded you.

You heard him rustling around as you assumed he was getting the pizza.

“I got pepperoni by the way, and my door is unlocked,” he said.

“You’re a lifesaver,” you said as you made the final turn into your apartment complex. “I just pulled in. I’ll be up in a minute.”

“See ya,” he said before hanging up.

You gathered your things and locked your car before heading into the building. You stopped by the front desk to grab a package that was delivered before taking the elevator to the top floor.

There were only four apartments on the top floor. One of them was owned by you. Two were being taken up by rich couples who traveled for a living and were never really there. And the last one was Shawn.

You’d met him through James when you started writing with him when he was on tour with Shawn at the beginning of their careers. You were young and inexperienced, as was James, so you made a good duo. You had no idea Shawn lived in the apartment across from you until after you started moving your things in almost a year after you first met. Shawn kept an eye on your apartment when you were gone, and you did the same for him. But if you asked anyone, it was more like the two of you lived together with how often you’d just walk across the hall into the other’s place.

The elevator dinged, and you made your way to Shawn’s door. You opened the door, and Shawn peaked his head past the wall to see you.

“There you are!” He said with a big smile.

“Yes, it’s me. I’m here. Alive,” you said as you set your phone on the counter. “Lemme run this stuff over.”

You crossed the hall, not bothering to close Shawn’s door before you opened your own, also not bothering to close it, and set your package just beyond the door before going to your room to change.

You heard Shawn’s footsteps outside your bedroom before he said, “Do you want a Coke with your pizza?”

“You shouldn’t have to ask that,” you said through a sigh as you opened your door, this time in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

Shawn rolled his eyes. “It’s almost midnight.”

“You can’t have pizza without Coke,” you reminded him.

“Alright, fine,” he said as you followed him back to his kitchen, closing both doors behind you.

Shawn had your pizza set out for you with a glass of Coke next to it. He sat down across from you as you took your first bite.

“Write anything good today?” He asked, sipping at his water.

You nodded your head and swallowed. “Yeah, he actually came up with some pretty good lines today. I don’t know if it’ll be a single, but it’ll make the album.”

“What’s it about?”

“Being friends with someone, and kind of knowing you’re going to end up with them, but not really knowing when or how or how to even convey those feelings,” you said slowly.

“Sounds complicated,” he said.

“You bet,” you mumbled before taking a sip.

“Have you ever felt that?” Shawn asked.

“Felt what?”

“You just described it,” he said with a small smile.

You returned the smile and took another sip.

“Yeah, but I need you to explain it another way, so I can use it for the final verse.”

“Do I get a writing credit?”

“That’s up to Hayden, so probably not.”

He laughed as he leaned his elbows on the table and cocked his head to the side.

“The questioning,” he started before pausing and looking out the window behind you. “Like you’re with this person and one moment, you think, this is it. This person is the one you’re going to spend forever with. And then the next…” he trails off. “You’re doubting everything you’ve ever known about them. About love. About the two of you. And you don’t want to screw it up. Because you’d rather ignore the love you feel than screw up this beautiful thing you already have.”

You stayed quiet as he described it. You didn’t notice you hadn’t responded until your eyes met his, and you nodded your head.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I get it. It’s complicated.”

“Exactly,” he said just as quietly.

It went quiet again as you finished your slice of pizza.

“Did I just give you your last verse?” He said through a smile.

You shrugged as you grabbed your notebook from your bag and scribbled down a few of the words and phrases he used: questioning, moments, doubt, beautiful thing, screw it up.

“We’ll see. Hayden wants a happy ending, but with where we are now, I don’t know if that’s going to happen,” you said as you looked Shawn in the eyes.

“Never know,” he responded.

“That’s what he said.”

“I think he’s smarter than we give him credit for.”

Shawn took your plate from you and put it in the dishwasher as you kept sipping at your drink and adding notes to the words you just added.

“So…I know you’ve been writing all day, but-“ Shawn started before you cut him off by holding your hand up.

“No ‘but’s. It’s almost midnight,” you said.

“[Y/N], I already owe you my life and my firstborn child. Please, for the life of me, just look at the verse I’ve written so far,” he begged.

You groaned as you rested your head on the counter in front of you.

“Do I get a writing credit?” You mumbled.

“You have a writing credit on half the songs on my new album,” he said as you lifted your head up. “And you’ll have it on this one, too. Like always.”

“You’re too nice to me, Mendes,” you said as you stood up and walked towards his piano in his makeshift studio.

Shawn sat down at the piano, and you leaned on the side of it.

He started playing softly and humming along to the song inside his head. You got lost in how his hands moved across the piano and how his body moved when he pressed down on a pedal, watching the expression on his face as he sang.

“So, what do you think?” He asked.

You hadn’t even registered anything he just sang.

“Um,” you said softly as you sat down next to him to look at the lyrics jotted down on his notebook and quickly read over them. “Well, I like the music.”

“That was the most backhanded compliment you’ve ever given me,” he said through a laugh. “Do you like any of the lyrics?”

“Don’t say, ‘I’m falling in love,’” you said as you took the pencil out of his hand and crossed out the line. “There are so many better ways to say that and falling in love is a made-up term by The Bachelor.”

“It is not made up,” he defended. “You’ve never felt that feeling? That feeling of knowing you’re going to be in love with someone, but not quite there yet?” He asked.

You shrugged as you looked down at the keys your hands were laid on.

“I just think there are better ways of saying you’re falling for someone,” you said quietly.

“Enlighten me,” he said as he turned to look at you, leaning his elbow on top of the piano.

“Feeling something I’ve never felt before, the start of something worthwhile, the beginning of what could be,” you rattled off.

“None of those fit in the other lyrics,” he said. “And I write what I feel, and this is what I’m feeling right now.”

“You’re falling in love? How are you so sure?” You asked, not even wanting to know who it could be.

He shrugged as he tore his eyes away from you to play the notes again.

“You just know,” he whispered before looking at you. “And that’s how I know you’ve never felt it.”

Your hands slammed down on the keys as you let them loosen up.

“I had a boyfriend for over a year before I came out here,” you reminded him. “And I loved him.”

“But were you in love with him?” He asked.

“There is no difference.”

“There is definitely a difference.”

“Well, then I guess I don’t know it,” you said a little louder than expected. “Happy?”

Shawn didn’t say anything as he stared down at his hands. You ran your hands down your face before staring at the lyrics jotted across his notebooks and your harsh line drawn through them. It was safe to say that you weren’t feeling the love songs.

“I’m sorry,” you said, still not looking at him. “I just haven’t really been in the right headspace to write happy love songs.”

“Why?” He asked.

You shook your head softly. “It’s complicated.”

“It’s always complicated.”

“Yeah.”

Silence filled the room again as you both sat facing the piano, your legs almost brushing up against each other.

“I should go to bed,” you whispered.

“Yeah, yeah, me too,” he said back.

Neither of you moved, still staring at the piano or the notebook or the wall behind both.

“I have a question,” Shawn whispered.

You didn’t respond and instead turned to look at him.

He cracked a smile as he looked at you and said, “How do you write the best love songs I’ve ever heard when you’ve never experienced being in love?”

“Talent and a romcom obsession,” you said with a smile.

Shawn laughed and leaned his head back for a moment.

“Well, you got me there.”

You both stood up at the same time, and Shawn followed you out of the room. You grabbed your phone and bag off the counter before making your way to the door.

“I’ll see you later,” you said with a smile before Shawn nodded at you and you left.

Shawn sighed and hung his head back as he nearly punched the wall in front of him. But instead of having to explain that to your building manager again, he went back to his studio, playing the same notes over and over again, not getting what you said out of his head.

Meanwhile, you willed yourself not to cry as you climbed into your bed and pulled your covers up over your head. You sighed and laid on your back, staring at your ceiling.

You couldn’t blame Shawn for anything. He loved everything he encountered.

You just couldn’t do it as easily as him, which is something he couldn’t really wrap his head around.

Because how were you supposed to write love songs about the guy who was writing them about someone else?

You could hear his piano still playing softly. Your phone lit up before you could text him.

Shawn: You were right. “The beginning of what could be” sounds way better.

You smiled softly before quickly typing back.

[Y/N]: Go to bed, rockstar.

—

You heard rustling just moments before a pillow hit you in the head. You groaned and rolled over, burying your head underneath the covers.

“Get up,” Shawn said as he kept hitting you.

“No,” you mumbled as you glanced at your watch. “We didn’t go to bed until nearly 1:00 am, and you’re waking me up at 8:00? What have I ever done to you?”

“You said you’d work out with me this morning,” he said with a tinge of sadness in his voice as you turned to look at him.

“I thought you meant around 11:00.”

“That is not the morning.”

“It most certainly is.”

“Please, I’m hanging out with Brian and Connor at noon, and you promised me,” he begged.

“I have never broken a promise with you,” you started.

“Exactly.”

“...and now’s the perfect time to start,” you finished, turning over again.

“What? No,” he said, yanking your covers off you and off the bed completely.

This made you shoot up and glare at him.

“Are you going to be the one to make my bed now?” You asked.

“No, now get dressed. Let’s go,” he said as he walked out of your room.

Ten minutes later, and you were walking out of the building for a run with Shawn, still cursing him that you were up this early on a Saturday. But once your music started playing and you started running, you weren’t threatening his death any longer.

You followed closely to Shawn as he lead the way through your usual route to a park down the street. The plan was to run there, hike and then run back.

You made it to the park and slowed to a walk as you followed a path that Shawn picked.

“Any chance you’re available to head to the studio at some point this week?” Shawn asked with a pleading smile.

You rolled your eyes at him before you answered, “I’m pretty booked, so it depends. I think Thursday morning is the only thing I can do unless you want to do it at midnight.”

“I can make Thursday morning work,” he said, dodging a branch. “I’m going to need help finishing that song then because you were definitely right.”

“I always am,” you said with a smile as he bumped his shoulder into you.

“Also, I’m sorry about last night. I went too far with the love thing,” he said quietly.

You nodded your head, not wanting to look at him.

“It’s fine. I guess no one’s ever really asked about it. I just wasn’t prepared,” you paused. “And you know I’m not as good at saying things as I am as turning them into a song.”

“You and me both,” he replied. “How come you don’t write a song about it then?”

“About never being in love?”

“Yeah, it’s real feelings. It’s what you’re feeling right now. And maybe for once, you could keep it for yourself,” he said.

“I don’t sing. I write,” you reminded him.

“You can definitely sing.”

“Doesn’t mean I want to do it in front of people.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m just saying it could help to write about it since you don’t want to talk about it. I know how you are,” he reminded you. “I know this would be a lot easier than talking about it. Even if you just trash the song after, and it never sees the light of day.”

“Maybe I will,” you said with a nod.

“I won’t be home until late tonight, so the piano is all yours,” he tempted.

“You really know how to get me,” you said with a laugh.

“Better than you’ll ever realize.”

—

You heard Shawn’s apartment door slam as he left to go see Brian and Connor. You took that as your cue to grab your notebook and laptop and head over to Shawn’s apartment.

The door was unlocked as usual, and you grabbed water from his fridge before going to his little studio. You set your things down on top of the piano before making yourself comfortable.

You didn’t even know where to start. You weren’t used to writing something like this. You didn’t even know what things you said in songs about not being in love.

You pressed a few keys, trying out a melody you had come up with a few days before. You hummed slowly to it, writing down words that came to mind.

“But maybe I’m wrong,” you sang quietly. “Maybe it’s been in front of me all along.”

You wrote it down before sitting back again.

“Maybe my front door has always been open, maybe you’ve always walked through, maybe it’s always been you,” you sang louder.

“I’ve never felt like this,” you paused. “But with you, I wouldn’t mind.”

You wrote it all down quickly as it flowed out of you, taking Shawn’s idea and mixing it with how you’ve been feeling about him lately.

You tapped your pencil along your notebook as you thought of the next verse, getting lost in what time it even was as you finally felt like you were being honest about what you were feeling.

—

He heard it before anything else. As the door cracked open, the soft noise of the piano and the hum of your voice came rushing out of the room as if it had to get out. As if it had to be anywhere but with you. As if it was looking for Shawn and trying to pull him in.

Shawn didn’t make a noise as he walked into his apartment and made his way to the studio to see you still sitting at the piano, putting your whole body into the keys of the piano and into the words you were singing.

He almost spoke up until he listened.

Your voice sounded so delicate yet powerful as you maneuvered into the chorus of the song, singing about feeling things you’d never felt before. The subtle references to a neighbor and unlocked doors didn’t make it past Shawn. He could feel his cheeks heating up as he didn’t know whether to walk out and act like he hadn’t heard it or just sit down next to you.

Before he could make the decision, you made it for him as you turned to grab your water but froze when you saw him standing there. You could see his pink-tinted cheeks from a mile away.

“Shawn,” you said softly, feeling your heart beat out of your chest, stuck between hoping he’d heard it and hoping he didn’t.

“Hey,” he said back just as soft.

“You’re home early.”

“Yeah.”

Silence filled the room as Shawn finally moved to the piano bench to sit next to you, your legs pressed against one another as both of you tried to calm your breathing.

“It’s a beautiful song,” Shawn finally said, letting his hands land on the keys and looking up at your notebook with scribbles and lyrics.

“Thanks,” you choked out.

“Sounded like you were really saying what you felt,” he paused. “What you truly felt?” He said in a questioning tone as he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“Uh,” you paused, trying to figure out how to get yourself out of this one. “Yeah,” you said through an exhale of breath.

Shawn played the notes you had written out, the only noise being the music he was playing.

The music you had just written about him.

“It’s beautiful.”

“You said that already.”

Silence filled the room again as Shawn stopped playing.

“I don’t know what to say,” he said quietly.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you said quickly after. “You really don’t.”

“But I want to,” he said slowly as he turned to look at you.

“What do you want to say?” You asked.

“What’s this song about?” He asked in return.

You went silent, turning away from him and back to staring at your notebook.

“About not knowing what love is until you think you’ve found it.”

“And did you find it?”

“I don’t know. That’s the whole point of the song.”

“Open doors and something that feels like it could be more,” he sang softly.

“Please just say something,” you finally said.

Shawn stayed quiet and your head told you to run.

You grabbed your notebook and laptop with one swoop as you stood up and walked out of the room. You heard the screeching of the piano bench as Shawn stood up quickly to follow you, catching you as you left his apartment.

He grabbed your wrist to stop you before you made it to your door. You didn’t turn around and willed yourself not to cry as you gripped onto your things with all the life you had left in you.

“They’re about you,” he said as he let go of you. “Every song I’ve written for the past year. They’ve all been about you.”

Your heart beat out of your chest as you turned to look at him. His cheeks were just as pink as before and he was breathing heavily, his chest moving just a little too quickly as he just stared at you.

“It’s funny. It’s really actually really funny because you help me write most of my songs. You’ve been writing songs about yourself for over a year now and -“

Before you could overthink it, you took a step forward and pressed your lips to his to shut him up. After a moment of shock, his arm held onto your hip and pulled you closer to him as his other hand held your chin up. Your left arm stayed around your laptop and your right one found its way to his cheek. You only stopped once you thought you were about to drop everything, but even then, your forehead stayed settled against his as you both breathed heavily.

“It’s about you,” you whispered. “You said to write it into a song. About never being in love. But you were right. I think falling in love is more real than I gave you credit for.”

“How so?” He said as a smile graced his face. “You falling in love or something?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Maybe you can just sing it for me sometime?”

“My door is always open.”

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chasing euphoria | jeon jungkook

genre : angst, smut

parts : 2/2, (part 1)

pairing : jungkook x reader

synopsis : you didn’t see it coming when jungkook confessed that he likes you. how can you expected that coming when he is the person that your best friend is in love with? no matter what happens; you can’t be in love with him so it ends with rejection from you to him. but why does some kind of spark starts to twinkle in your heart, especially when he is no longer making his way, to you?

side note : this short fics didnt turn out like i want because my mind stucked but i gotta finish it or i will forget about its existence lmaoo. i wanted it to be a heavy smut but turns out to be some kind of failed angst and only a lil smut. i hope you enjoy this jungkook fic and im gonna work harder in my upcoming fics uwu love u guys

words count : 4875 words

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Few days have passed already. Nothing has changed particularly except the fact that you have become a complete stranger to him. Everything is only business—like from the first time. For some reason, you can’t blame him for keep the distance between both of you—no matter how professional he is. If you were him, you sure don’t want to see that person who already made it clear—that they don’t want you.

You’re not blaming him.

You are not sure what state are you in right now. There will be time—where you would find yourself scrolling through the old messages between you and him at night before you can feel your heart clenches a lot for no reason. You would bury your face on the pillow and it left with a small trail of tears on it.

You cried sometimes, it can’t be helped.

And the next moment—you find that you’re all good even the work required you to meet each other’s eyes and talk like nothing happened behind this work. You can stand like a confident woman even every time he looks at you—you see that woman, who changed his eyes.

It’s confusing sometimes.

You stare at the huge building in front you as you tighten the heels on your feet. Out of 365 days—why do they need to hold the college reunion at times like this where you don’t feel like going, at all?

You flinch for a second when you suddenly heard Chaeyoung calls your name as she comes closer to you—running giddily on her high heels, tighten her hands around his boyfriend before the couple stand in front you—with a huge smile plasters on her face.

Looking at Chaeyoung, you finally remember the conversation you had with her—that left you with so much questions and grief.

“Are you serious right now?” Chaeyoung laughed hysterically as she widen her eyes at you—probably not believing what you just said just now.

“Yeah,” you shrugged, resting your head on the headboard. She chuckled at your remarks.

“Jungkook is only a crush. Did you really think I plan to go any further with him just because I spent most of the time talking about him?” she shook her head, still laughing like crazy every time she remembered your dead serious face when you asked her about Jungkook.

“I don’t know. You were really into him back then. I was scared to even tell you about my work place,”

She scrunched her nose.

“Idiot. So what, if you work at the same place with him? Do I need to be jealous? Babe, I have a boyfriend,” she giggled, making you widen your eyes at her before you sit straight.

“You do?” you squeaked—that was the last thing you would expected from her, your shy and passive bestfriend. Damn. So, you have been worrying for nothing, haven’t you?

She nodded with a smile. Your mouth was opened slightly but nothing came as you have lost any words. What were you going to say anyway? Your wild dream where he is fucking you damn hard and rough?

“Do you like him?” Chaeyoung munched on the chip, cocking an eyebrow at you while squinting her eyes. There was an obvious suspicion in her voice as she looked at you with a smirk across her lips.

You almost choked on the coke—quickly wiping the residue in the corner of your lips before you brought your gaze to your best friend. Of course, she knew. You were a bad liar.

“No. I don’t. What do you mean?” a faint chuckle escaped your mouth. Chaeyoung scoffed.

“Whatever. I can’t blame you if you do. He is damn gorgeous and hot. How the hell you don’t go head over heels for him where you see him—almost everyday?”

You cracked a soft smile. For sure, Chaeyoung ain’t wrong.

Straightening the little velvet dress that have been wrapping your body, both of you and Chaeyoung go inside along with her boyfriend—you can’t help but reminiscing back all of the images from college days as those familiar faces start to squeal when they see you.

It’s definitely a reunion when you see Taehyung and Tzuyu—still head over heels with each other even so many years have passed. You roll your eyes when you see that tall guy would comes closer to her girlfriend and whispers some thing, making her giggles like a school girl.

Nayeon still looks the same—just as sassy and loud as she was before but the only difference is, she comes with her husband, Namjoon. There is an obvious spark on her face—staring at him like no one exists except for him. No longer that single hottest girl in the campus.

Talk about Seulgi—your sweet and shy nerdy desk mate finally becomes a fiancé to Jimin, one of the hottest athlete who used to hit on her like an annoying brat. You still remember how Seulgi always whine at you about the bratty Jimin but end up falling for him.

Life is weird, huh? No, love sure is weird.

“Oh my god! You look so good,” Irene looks at you from head to toe—wiggling her shoulder like she just saw a celebrity. You giggle a little at her sudden gesture which is making everyone to look at you. You receive a squeals from them before the party officially starts.

Everything is fine. You like the food—the musics they are playing—the conversation you between those ex-classmates, talking about future jobs and marriage—the way they bring you into the conversation, knowing how quiet you can be sometimes. You love the environment.

It definitely brings you back to good old days.

Part of you are excited to be in this circle but part of you seems like missing. It’s left empty—especially when everyone is here with a company, unlike you. You try to comprehend this weird feeling as you unintentionally space out in your own thoughts. What are you missing?

You lost in your thought until you hear the girls are squealing and screaming before you look up, bringing your curious gaze just to meet those deep eyes, again. You see him, standing there in black coat and skinny black jeans—showing off his broad shoulder and long legs. Both of you exchange eye contacts for few seconds before he looks away as the boys and girls hover all over him.

Your eyes twinkle at him before it disappear when you finally acknowledge that he doesn’t come alone. The same woman you saw few days ago—is there, looking just as ethereal as he is. Looking like they are perfect for each other, leaving you to feel small.

The same ache inside your chest, starts to throb again.

“Our student council everyone!” Taehyung wraps his arms around Jungkook’s shoulder as he gives some space for him and his girl. You sit across the table, trying to look busy with your untouched food. Chaeyoung glances at you with her raised eyebrow and lifted lips. She grins at you, knowing exactly what’s in your mind. She knows you don’t want to say anything about this so she chooses to keep quiet and let you in your own world.

Just like that—you spend the entire night, sitting there spacing out and playing with the untouched food that is making your appetite to die. You would glance at the short haired girl beside him—smiling and laughing along with them so well. Not to forget, the way Jungkook would pull her closer to his side—looking at her like his life depends on it without noticing, you are here, stealing few glances from afar.

It’s crazy painful for some reason. Not once, he brings his eyes to you—looking at you like he always does. You feel completely small over here, like your existence feels like an absence to him. It kills you inside to carry this unfamiliar pain inside your chest every time he smiles at her.

You wonder, when will this misery end? Why does your heart scream—for him?

“Drive safely,” you lower your body, looking at Chaeyoung and his boyfriend inside the car.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to drop you at home?” Mark frowns at you when you eagerly convinced them that you can go home by yourself even it’s already past 12 am. Chaeyoung pouts, you giggle at her drunk self.

“That’s fine. I can manage this. Bring her home safely,” you say as you take a few step backward from his car. Both of them finally agreed and the next second, the couple disappear from your sight which is leaving you alone in front the building. The place is still busy so you don’t mind spending some time to find a cab.

Your body sores a lot, the heels on your feet feels like a thorn. You don’t care about anything else because all you want to do is going home. Today is pretty tiring already.

You heave a sigh before you wait patiently at the side, to stupidly looking for any cabs or public buses Even for sure, it’s hard to find ones at this hours. The fact that you reject all the ride offers, amaze you. What the hell are you thinking?

“Hey,” a faint voice suddenly fills the quiet place, making you to look back before your heart thumps at the sight.

It’s Jungkook.

You steps aside, to give him some space. His sudden appearance makes your heart races—especially when he cracks a small smile at you.

“Are you waiting for cabs?” he adds, bringing his gaze at the road before he looks back at you. You nod, silently. Curling your lips, you look at him and smile.

“Why are you still here?” you ask him out of curiousity. Well, you are more curious to why he is here instead of being with his girlfriend

Jungkook hums.

“I know you always wait for a cab so I thought....of checking up on you,” he rubs his nape while chuckling at himself—making you to smile. Despite his masculine look, his shy side is interesting to you. They are very rare yet interesting whenever he decided to show them.

“I can send you home if you want,” he adds. You shake your head slowly.

“That’s fine. Thank you,”

He nods.

A short silence fills the space between you too before you open your mouth again.

“Why are you here instead of being with your girlfriend?” you whisper.

He looks up at you to find your eyes.

“She went home already,”

You frown a little at the answer before you nod silently. It’s a little weird for a boyfriend to let his girlfriend to go home by herself but you are not in that place to say anything about his personal life.

Silence again. Swear it kills you.

“Jungkook,” you call his name. He hums.

“I’m sorry if I’ve hurted you in some kind of way that I didn’t mean for it to be like that,” clenching the purse around your hands, you meet his eyes again. This time, no one looks away. It’s just you and him—everything is fading.

“You don’t need to apologize, you know that right?,” he smiles but why does it hurt you?

“I need to.” you stare at him.

“I want to understand why am I feeling this way for past few days. I mean...don’t you agree we are getting too distant from each other now?” there is a hint of pain your voice, trying to make him see your point.

You are hurting.

“I don’t want us to be that way,” you inhale some air.

“But, today, I think it’s better for us to stop seeing each other like we used to so...you can’t hurt me, I can’t hurt you and...we can’t hurt her,” you can feel your tears are pooling in your eyes before you shake your head, to make them go away. He still there, looking at you, can’t believe what just came out from your mouth.

Before he could say anything, a cab is passing by and you immediately wave at the driver to stop. Looking back at him, your heart breaks a lot.

Being with him is one of the moment that you would look forward the most every day—he makes you secure, he makes you share things with him, whom you never thought the person would be him. It’s crazy to see you cross path with the least expected human being in the world just to end that this way.

For real, he makes you want to be with him all the time. But, you can’t do that anymore.

You come closer to open the car door. before you comes inside, you look at him with a smile.

“The time we shared were great. Thank you,” you crack a smile even your heart is bleeding so much. You could cry anytime soon but you need to grip on yourself. Just a few seconds.

Nothing comes out from his mouth. Not sure if he has lost at words or else so you take it as an okay from him.

“Goodnight, Jungkook,” you say;pulling the car handle to close the door before he comes closer along with the darkened eyes and clenched jaw. He is flaming with anger all over his body.

Before you can say anything, he grabs your wrist and pull you out from the back seat, making you stumble on your heels as he brings you to somewhere far from the car. Your eyes widened at his sudden action.

“Jungkook! What the hell, stop!” you almost yell as you look at his stiffed back while he pulls you with so much intense. His jaw clenched, his eyes darkened, his voice—it is full of tension. He says nothing, tightening the grip around your wrist.

“Jungkook!” you call him again when the heels are clanking on the ground with so much rush, making you almost trip and break you ankle. Few seconds after, he stops and pushes you slightly against the cold wall along the alley before he traps you between his firm arms. You whimper at the coldness on your back.

“What are you trying to pull?” he grunts—looking straight to your eyes with fiery fire. Even under such dim lights, you can see his eyes gleaming with anger—so much anger which is keeping your feet static on the ground. His face is only few inches apart for yours, making his hot and minty breath brushing your skin slightly.

“W-what do you mean?” you squeak—looking back to his eyes even deep inside, world knows how dangerous can they be. Your legs become wobbly when he makes the gap between you and him disappear as he comes closer.

“Why are you telling me goodbyes even you feel like crying?” he groans.

You are taken aback at his words. How the hell he sees that?

“Why do you drive me this crazy?” nails clawed on the wall, he pulls away from you as he runs both of his hands through his long hair, looking frustrated as ever. It leaves you confused. What makes him changed this much? Why does he look like a beast. A sexy beast.

but The only question is why is your core pooling and wetting the panty when you see those eyes and hear that raspy grunts from him?

“Let me go. I want to go home,” gaining your strength to stand properly, you glare at him just to find his burning eyes again. You can clearly see the veins along his jaw and neck—leaving you breathless.

“Why are you such in denial? I don’t understand,”

“What are you trying to say, Jungkook?! I’m confused. Can you just say what you want and let me go?” you voice screeches a few octave when you no longer can hold the sudden pissed off in yourself.

“Do you love me?” he whispers.

Silence. Intense eye contacts.

“No, I don’t. Can I go now?” God know how bitter it sounds like in your throat when you say those poisonous words. How the hell your mouth says no but your heart says the otherwise? He heaves a sigh, coming closer to you, faces few inches apart.

He stares at you. They have changed. His eyes. No more fire—no more anger. Just pearls and..love. Your heart is thumping hard like it’s going to burst anytime.

“Say that again,” he stops, taking some time to calm himself.

“Say that again and I will let you go. Say that before we stop looking at each other again,” his voice becomes lower like he is hiding a pain behind that. There is silence between you two as you stare into his eyes, trying to contain this pain inside your chest.

His eyes—they always speak louder than anything and seeing those, make your heart feels nothing but ache.

A small trails of tears start to stream down to your cheeks, to your chins before it drops, wetting your dress. You can’t look at him on the eyes anymore so you look to your feet while sobbing softly. You’re not sure how you look like right now but definitely a mess.

“I can’t do it,” you cry. The small alley is filled with your sobbing as there is no reaction from him.

The next second, he lifts your chin before you meet his eyes again. You look at him with a teary eyes before he comes closer.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers. You nod.

Just like that, he crashes his lips against your mouth with so much force, sealing every part of his lips with yours—not leaving any space untouched. Taking a piece of clothes on his chest, you pull him closer to you, making him to bring his hand on your jaw.

He grunts in the kiss—licking your lower lip to give him the access before you open your mouth just for him to hover them with his tongue. You know he can taste the salty water from your eyes.

You haven’t had such a sweet kiss. Every part of his mouth, tastes damn sweet.

Sucking on your mouth for the last time, he pulls away from the kiss as both of you pants for air like crazy.

“Damn it, I want you so bad,” he whispers.

“Ah!” you whimper as Jungkook crashes his lips along you neck with his hands travelling on your exposed thigh. He presses you against his marble wall before finding your mouth for hundred times, kissing them deeply.

A small yelp escapes you lips when he palms your soaking core—the thin fabric of the panty do no justice to his warm and slender fingers, that are rubbing your clothed clit. You moan to the air.

“Wet as hell,” he grunts, looking down at his fingers while grabbing your hips to support you against the wall. You spread you legs wider, making him chuckle out of joy.

“Impatient, huh?” he whispers as he hovers your mouth for the last time before bringing his hands to the hem of your mini dress. The next second, the sound of ripping fills the room as he rips your dress , leaving you only with bra and panty. Your eyes widened.

“I just bought it!” you whine at him only to receive a boyish chuckle from him as he looks straight to your soul.

“I can buy you a new one,” he whispers—rubbing your wet clit with his fingers and trailing a sloppy kiss along your neck—causing you to moan out loud. You throw your head when he quickened the fingers pace, twirling them to torture you even more.

“Ah! Jungkook!” you moan, grabbing both of his shoulders for support before he unclasp your bra. Grabbing your hips, he lifts you up against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Why are you so wet when you don’t even love me?” he groans on your neck, biting and licking them to bring you to another universe. Your vision and mind seem like it’s leaving your system when you can feel nothing but his touch.

He pulls his fingers away from your clit, making you whimper at the sudden missing touch. Then, with one gesture, he unbuckles the belt and pull down the pants, causing the huge throbbing buldge under the boxer to touch your inner thigh. Along with that, he pulls your panty—showing the soaking wet pussy to his sight.

Another moan and faint grunt fills the room. You look down at him and find his darkened gaze. His gritted teeth, clenched jaw. How the hell this sweet man turns out to be this aggresively sexy beast? Your core is throbbing a lot at the sight. Slowly, he rubs his clothed bulge on your pussy while keeping the eye contact with you—not leaving your eyes while he abuse the pussy.

Mouth opened, you moan while staring at him. Both of you pant hard, chest pounding against each other as he quickened the pace—causing you to grip on his shoulders, even tighter. Your body bounce, synchronizing with his pace.

“Did....you do this with her?” a faint voice escapes your lips along with the endless moans. He groans while clenching his jaws. Moans and moans.

“Do you want me to?” he asks you back before tugging on your hardened nipple with his teeth—making you to lose your mind immediately. You’re sure he can feel the dripping juice on the tip of his head as you almost find the climax at the intense rubbing.

You don’t answer him as you throw your head and moans like a weak kitten. His twirls his tongue on your bud—kissing and sucking it while rubbing your pussy with his member.

“Answer me,” he slaps your ass, making you yelp.

“N-no,”

“Why?”

You bite your lower lip to refrain yourself from moaning even more. You’re so close to your orgasm before he suddenly stops. Opening your eyes, you see his throbbing cock—raw and hard. Before you could say anything, he pounds inside you—grabbing your hips to come closer to him.

“Ahhh!” you scream out of pleasure at the sudden contact as he starts to move without letting you to adjust to his size. He thrusts slowly before pulling them out, to make you whine again and again. He smiles before slamming into you again, burying his cock into your pussy as he starts pounding back and forth.

You moan out loud at his cock stretching inside you—your body bounce against the wall while wrapping your legs around his waist to ease the tension. The slapping sound fills the space, like it is a background music both for you and him.

You meet his eyes and just like before, his eyes never left yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes on your collarbone, clenching his jaw as he pounds your pussy. You feel the butterflies at his words. His eyes—speak thousand love and adoration. Only for you.

“You don’t know how I want to fuck you this way,” he whispers—causing your butterflies go wild in your stomach.

“Do you love her?” closing your eyes shut, you whisper.

“I don’t,” he says. Not sure why but your heart feels like it got lifted.

“Do you still love me?” you moan at him—he smiles and quickened the pace. Oh god. It’s so fucking good.

“I fucking love you, so much,” he groans.

“I love every part of you. You don’t understand,” both of you moan when he find the sweet spot in your pussy. Your breath hitched—finding some air.

Suddenly, he pulls out from you and let you stand on your feet before he tells you to bend down. Just as confused as you are, you bend down, gripping on the cabinet with both of your hands before he slams inside you again.

Your body arches.

“Let me love you,” he bends down to you and kiss your nape while his hands gropping on both of your hips, forcing you to move along with the thrust. You whimper, biting your lower at the pleasure he is giving.

“Love me, then,” you say, peeking at him over your shoulder. He seemed speechless at your remarks before he slams into you again and again, abusing the pussy with his huge cock as he rubs your clit.

You moan his name. Both of you almost losing breath as you can feel the knot in your lower stomach, almost reaching the climax.

With the remained strength, you move your hips back and forth, causing his tip to abuse your walls again and again.

“Oh fuck. Baby, you feel so damn good,” he curses, looking at his dick pumping you while clenching his jaws. You hum and moan, peeking at him while moving rapidly.

“Jungkook...I’m coming,” you whimper. He kisses your nape.

“Do it for me. Cum for me,” his sweet raspy voice growls across his house—making you squirm around him. He moans, so fucking hot and sexy.

“Jungkook...” you call him. He hums.

“I love you,” you moan before you release the juice, coating his cock with the white substances. A trails of scream escaping your mouth when the next second, he fills your pussy with his warm thick cum.

Your body becomes sensitive after he pulls out, making it to twitch and flinch. When your legs feel like it’s going to collapse, Jungkook lift you up and place you on his lap as he sits on the sofa.

You can hear his heart beat is racing, His chest is pounding as you lay your head on his chest—catching some air after the intense fuck. With you Tugging on his arms, he wraps his arms around your hips as he brings you closer to his chest.

“Eunha is my ex-girlfriend,” suddenly, he breaks the silence.

“Our relationship has ended a year ago and she suddenly comes back to me,” he lifts your chin, making you to look at him.

“I was heartbroken when I sent you home, that night,”

“It was crazy for me to move on when you don’t want me like I wanted you,” his eyes changed. There is a pain and sorrow—along with that voice.

“I thought, giving another chance to love her like I used to, would erase you from my mind but the more I look at her, the more I think of you,”

“So, rather than hurting her, I broke the relationship again,”

He stares at you like he is telling you how heart broken he was. Just like you. His bright eyes, his pouty lips, his charming smile—you didn’t know you have been missing him this much. Straddling on his laps, you bring your hands on his face.

You miss every part of him. The way he looks at you this way. The way he talks to you this way. You thought you have lost them all but when you see the familiar spark on his eyes—they are still there. Tears prick on your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you bite your lower lip while rubbing your thumbs on his cheek, taking every part of his face into your sight.

You love this man. So much. Not sure when did it start but you know you love him when the thought of him not being yours—hurts you bad.

“I’m sorry for making us this way,” you squeak with tears falling down your cheeks. Brushing the hair from your face, he leans closer and sealing your his lips with yours. Every time he kissed you, you feel like you’re on the cloud nine. It feels like a dream. The way he moves his mouth on yours, you don’t want him to go.

“I thought we will be okay but why does it hurt me so much to see you with her”

You can feel your heart clenches at the thought.

“I love you. I love so much,” you sob when he pulls away from the kiss—staring at your messy face only few inches apart.

He chuckles. Rubbing his thumb across you cheeks before he pecks your nose.

“I know that,”

“I love you too,” he whispers. Your tears flow even more as you wrap your arms his neck and cry on his shoulder. He chuckles as he let you to calm down, letting go the pain in your chest for a while. He secures your waist around his arms, bringing you closer to his embrace.

When you finally calmed down, he looks at you with a grin.

“So...” he bites his lower lip.

“Are you mine?”

You giggle, scrunching your nose at him.

Jungkook grins, bringing his face closer to yours as he speaks,

“Tell me,” he chuckles. With that, you nod with a smile.

“Yes, Mr. Jeon,”

He laughs before he takes your face in his hand as he hovers your mouth for millionth times with the other hand, grabbing your hips to grind on his hardened cock, again.

You squeal—completely ready to give your all to him.

i think im failed at this one but whatever, check out my other smuts thirsty hoes *chef’s kiss*

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #bts smut #taehyung #namjoon #suga #yoongi #hoseok #j-hope #seokjin #jimin #bts imagines #smut #kpop imagines #2020

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Hey has anyone asked you yet about the time you got to meet the Mclaren team? If not, I'd love to know about it more!!

oH WOW.

I wasn’t expecting this.

Well, I’m watching a 24hrs race with 11 hours to go, I might as well take the time to write this down. Sit down and get ready to read a lot of text. Seriously it’s a lot of text. I’m sorry but this story took part in about 4 or 5 hours so a lot happened.

So the story has a little bit of background. I’m kinda vocal in Twitter. Not as much as the Papaya McLaren+ members, but somewhat vocal, specially around McLaren. The every weekend wishing the best for my babies, and such. Also, in 2017, I got to meet Stoffel and Fernando at the pitlane walk thing in the Mexican GP. Even appeared in Fernando’s Instagram Stories AND on the worldwide feed because I was the only Mexican with a Belgian flag cheering for Stoffel. So after that I told the team I was going to be back the following year and I did. For extra context, I had literally 48 hours earlier, broken up with my boyfriend at the time (fuck that guy), so I was really really sad.

So the morning of Thursday before the 2018 Mexican GP, I jump into a plane and take the trip to Mexico City for the GP. I didn’t had a pitlane walk ticket but I was planning on going to the race track and buy one (illegally) outside. So I land, or well, the plane lands, and when I turn my phone on again I find a really surprising message. From McLaren’s official Twitter, I got a DM asking me if I had plans on going to the racetrack that day. For context, I had told the team I was excited to see them on action that weekend. So I said that I still hadn’t a pitlane ticket but that I was looking to buy one. I went to my hotel and then to have breakfast and while I was having a meal, I get a second text asking me if I could meet them up in a door of the racetrack, that they had a gift for me and give me a WhatsApp number to stay in touch. WhatsApp number is British, I don’t know how to save it up because my phone kept putting the Mexican first few numbers as I tried to send message to them, it was an stressful mess but when it finally worked, I was already outside of the racetrack. I met a guy, Danny, and when we meet he gives me a paddock pass. I’m freaking out. On the walk past security and all of that, we are chatting. He’s such a nice guy. I still have his phone number but I don’t dare to text him again. He explains I do have to give the pass back at the end of the day and teaches me to use it and then says Go and see the full paddock, let’s meet up here in 20 minutes. So I have plenty of videos seeing everything. Saw Mauricio Arrivabene, KMag, Romain, Charles, Russell, Gio, and a lot of drivers up close, but they were busy with interviews and I didn’t wanted to disturb them. 20 minutes are up and I meet up with Danny and two other men who I can’t remember their names. That’s when we are talked into the McLaren pit. They explained a lot to us, and the cars were being worked on so we could see the engines up close and many other amazing little details. We walk out again and that’s when we are told. They are also giving us a Pirelli Hot Lap. I cried. No joke. We were walked over the Pirelli Hot Laps place and got to see the cars up close, tried a helmet, met my driver (Josh Cook) and I was eating my brain off. Eventually it’s time to go. We walk the main straight to where the cars were waiting for us, and met Charlotte and Helen (PR girls of McLaren at the time), I got the second to last lap in a McLaren 570s, so as the cars came and went I got more and more anxious. They did delivered me a copy of the video that was filmed but I don’t appear in the Mexican clip they published in their YouTube Channel. And I never published it myself. But if you have seen the “Oh, you drivin’ drivin’” it’s pretty much the same. Going side to side. At times yelling but mostly silence of “holy shit this is happening”. When I got off the car I was shaking. Huge smile in my face. Asked for a pic with Charlotte and Helen, and now I wish I had asked pictures with Danny and Josh as they were super special for me that day.

So this is where things get weird. Have you ever dreamt of something so much that you have a headcanon on how it’s going to be if something happens?? Well, I had a headcanon that I met Stoffel Vandoorne and in my headcanon I turned around to face his adorable smile. First time, that didn’t happen. This time around, we got invited to McLaren’s hospitality, got a free coke, Fernando was there but he didn’t wanted to even wave. He was in a chat with Buemi in the corner of the hospitality and Charlotte and Helen didn’t even made eye contact with him, it was clear to me that he has like “do not disturb” moments. So I was driving my coke and I hear one of the guys say “Oh the girl is going to freak out so much” and well, I was the girl, and I was wearing my 2018 team shirt with Stoffel’s name. So I was chilling and suddenly I hear a “Hi!” and I know that voice. I’ve heard that voice a million times in interviews. I leave my coke in the table and stand up to turn around and see him. Stoffel Vandoorne. I turn around again and sit down because this is not happening. This is a dream. I probably passed out and I’m dreaming. Charlotte asks “Are you ok?” and I know she’s talking about me. I turn again to face Stoffel and tears are in my eyes. It’s really him. And he has that stupid smile in his face. I can barely say “Hi” and my voice cracks but I’m trying my best to not cry. I raise my arm to shake his hand as Stoffel says “Don’t you want a hug?”, I crack again and just approach to hug him. IT IS THE BEST HUG IN MY LIFE. I can’t tell you what he’s smelled like because my definition is just clean. I didn’t smelled a cologne or sweat, I just smelt clean clothes and a clean man. We got a few pictures taken. On the first Lando is in the background, all funny, and we invite them to our picture. He stood on the side of the group and one of the other guys says “Why don’t you stand in the side of the girl, so she can have a McSandwich”. Best McSandwich ever. Stoffel had to leave (to track walk, I believe) and Lando stayed chatting with us for a while. When he finally left, we were invited for one last walk around the paddock. Even got into the stadium area of the circuit. And then it was time to leave. On the walk back to the main door where it all started I asked Danny why me? Why had they invited me? He said that he had noticed my tweets beforehand but the fact that I had tweeted to Lando saying I was excited to see him in FP1, and he retweeted me, was the reason why I got the invite. So, my dream way of meeting Stoffel Vandoorne became a reality thanks to Lando Norris and his really cute way of being with his fans.

As soon as I gave the pass away, I started to run. I was on the opposite side of the circuit than the pitlane walk door. So I ran, bought a ticket, ran some more, and pushed myself to the front of the crowd to meet Stoffel again. Yeah, I’m that crazy. So Charlotte sees me and says “Hey, look who it is Stoffel!” and Stoffel sees me and he’s like HI AGAIN! so HE FUCKING RECOGNIZED ME. So I chat with Charlotte a bit and say that I forgot to ask for an autograph so as Stoffel is signing one, and hands it to me, she says, “give her more”, so Stoff signed 2 more and handed them over. I told him I was going to miss him in F1 but that he had my support wherever he went, and he said thanks and carried on with his duty before leaving. I stayed there, as people left when they realised there were no drivers to sign cards, until I was told I had to leave. Prior to this, I met Lee Mathurin (a McLaren mechanic who I just discovered he has deleted his Twitter account, and I’m scared) and asked for a picture with him and other mechanics (he chicked out in coming to meet me along so he asked some friends to tag along) and as I try to snap the picture he grabs my phone and walks to the pits. He snapped a few good pictures of Stoffel’s car and the people around and came back to me to take a selfie of us. So after that, I got asked to leave by security and I rode an Uber back to my hotel room. As soon as I walked in and my mom asked “How it went?” I started crying my eyes out. That was waaay beyond what I had ever dreamt about. I was coming there still crying about my ex (I literally cried about him on the plane) and I started crying about how lucky and happy I was 12 hours later. McLaren, unknowing to them, made my life experience something I could never afford, in a moment when I most needed it. I couldn’t attend to the 2019 race and I’m not going to the 2020 race either, but I couldn’t ask for a better and happier day in my life. I truly owe that day forever to that team.

#anon #stoffel vandoorne #lando norris #mclaren #my story #asks #Anonymous

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enthusiasticsobrietyabuse · 4 years ago

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“Enthusiastic Sobriety programs tearing families apart and convincing parents to kick their kids out onto the streets.” Originally posted on OnTheEmmis.com in 2004. ICECAP is the former incorporation and has since dissolved due to the efforts of OnTheEmmis.com

There is a thread on the other message board that I think the parents need to be informed about. This is about the harm that is caused to the children from parents that are still in an ICECAP program. These are true stories (not edited) just copied and pasted for you to read.

What Bob AND Joy teach parents about "tough" love and their version of "unconditional" love are just that "their version".

Does this seem as though families are being brought together and healing to you?

This is a great example of the pain that is caused when one person in the family (the child) wants to leave ICECAP and another person (the parent) believes the lies that they have been taught (that they are or will get high, can't live without being in the program, etc.) They, ICECAP, breed the fear that you as a parent have when you see them making choices that YOU don't like. What is the true meaning of letting go? Or the true meaning of unconditional love?

This is not to make any parent feel guilty for their time in an ICECAP program. I truly believe you thought you were doing the best thing. You were also a victim of the cult and it's way of thinking. That is the very reason I am posting this thread. To show the harm and hopefully save some pain for others.

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Getting kicked out of your house by your once all loving supporting do anything for you family

As most of you know my family is ALL involved in Crossroads and sense I've left its been hell, Thursday night my dad and step mom freaked out on me and my dad started pushing me and threatening to "lay me the fuck out" My dad has never so much as spanked me before we used to get along great until x-roads we got high together went to concerts movies dinner and what not, But now its as tho i don’t exist to them they call me ungrateful bitch and many other names after all that happened he told me to pack a bag and he didn't want to see me anymore, Luckily i see a therapist and he talked to my dad and calmed them down they still want me out of the house tho. I cant leave now because i belong to the state until me 18th birthday which thank god isn't far off but if they kick me out or i move out i have to spend the next month and half in juvenile again, this has happened to many of my friends who have left too they end up homeless because if there not in the group they cant be at there house, i was just wondering if anyone else's parents went crazy after they left and if it does get better?

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I lived threw this every time I left the group, but especially the last time.

The last time I left I bailed the group with a guy, I knew from prior experiences that my parents would not tolerate me living in their house and not be in Pathway. So I did what I knew how to do, and hopped on a bus to California. When we got there we had no money or anything. At that point and many points throughout my time in Pathway I was willing to be a street person rather than be involved in the group. To say it didn't last long was an understatement; he was scared and refused to talk to anyone. His parents agreed to fly us back to AZ. I almost did not go because I knew that upon arriving I would have no place to go. Mind you at this point I had over a year sober. I did not bail because I wanted to get high.

When the plane touched down in PHX he had people from the group waiting to take him back. They shunned me. I had been in the group for about 5 years at that point and they could care less if I had a place to go. I now know it was because my parents would not shell out even more money for me to go into IOP (that would have been the third time).

I truly did not know who to call; I had been in the group since I was 14 years old. Not many people I knew had left and were around or willing to talk to a program drop out.

I finally gathered enough courage to call a friend of mine that had left the group, I knew she was getting high but at that point I didn't care. The streets of Phoenix were a lot more cruel than the streets of Hollywood. Her mother answered the phone, she did not sound very happy to hear my voice, on a previous runaway trip I bailed the group with her daughter and a few other people and we stole her credit cards and over $1000 dollars cash if my memory serves correctly. So this was a lady that I had fucked over to say the least. This kind woman opened her home to me. More than what my own family was capable of at that point. She allowed me to stay at their house and helped me try and find a job. At the same time unknown to me she was in contact with my parents trying to convince them to take me home, that I was actually doing fine and wasn't what the group was telling them about me.

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For some reason on Christmas Eve my parents called and told me I could move back in, but I had to live in the garage. They would set up a cot in there. I would not be allowed to use anything in the house, except the bathroom but my parents had to escort me to and from it. I agreed I didn't care; I just wanted to see my father.

When we were driving to my parents house the kind mom who allowed me to stay at her house explained to me that this was all my mothers doing, my father wanted nothing to do with my and had informed her that I was dead to him. It was because of him I would be sleeping in the garage until I could find my own home (mind you I was 18 and had never held down a job, paid bills, etc.) I lost it, this man, my father, my hero wanted nothing to do with me. This was a turning point for me. This is when I decided in my crazy still experiencing the effects of Kool-Aid that I needed to get high in order to get in the house. Because, try and follow this it is way crazy thinking looking back, if I just got high I would have something to cop to, the group would take me back, I could make amends and therefore my father would allow me in his life again. Crazy I know.

Well living in the garage lasted about 2 hours before my parents (read mother) got sick of it. My father sulked in his room and wanted nothing to do with me. Christmas Eve with all the family and Christmas day were rather awkward, to say the least. My father still did not speak to me. I believe that year they even attended the round robin. I sat at home. I soon got a job and almost immediately began getting high, smoking speed, snorting coke, and shooting heroin. This went on for about 2 years. I worked therefore my parents didn't care. They had both left the program (details of that have never been disclosed to me, I do not know why or how). And my father and my relationship finally started to re solidify.

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Except by this time I was strung out on heroin. Believe it or not I did go back to the group. After my parents discovered my horrible habit and asked me to check myself in to a detox center, I made an appointment with the then OG counselor. He told me to that I was going to die, that I needed to go into some Step something or other. I told him I had no money. He told me to sell my cars, I told him he was on crack my parents would never let me do that. At the same moment I was absolutely terrified they would. I told him to call them and if he could convince them I was willing. From what I understand that counselor did call my father and my father told him he was full of shit. That was the day my father became my hero again and not some brain washed ego maniac. I wound up getting off heroin a few months later. My father and my relationship has been wonderful ever since, for Christ sake we even work together. My mother is still struggling with the fact that I drink . But her and my relationship is better than it ever has been my entire life.

Sorry this was so long and detailed I never knew I would share all of this. I hope this helps you to realize to hear that some else has been threw a similar nightmare.

Good luck and if you ever need anything or need to talk about the ‘rents and the evil things they can do when they are still slugging down the Kool-Aid but you are not, email me. I am more then willing to listen.

Also if a parent reads this who is considering throwing their child out on to the streets because they are no longer in the group, let me tell them from being that child: They have no place to go! The situation that they are in worsens, they feel abandoned, and the people that they turn to are usually using drugs much heavier than they are or ever have!

PLEASE DO NOT BUY INTO ICECAPS TOUGH LOVE- this is what killed Bob’s son, this is what almost killed me, and what almost killed or even did kill many people I knew.

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ok bailey, i know you've already heard this but there are some who haven't... the first time i left stl i was 16. i lived on the streets and 20 dollar hotels and at my old sponsee's house. it was bad but didn't compare to when i left atl. that time i was 18. my dad had driven a car down for me. i eventually got myself kicked out. i knew it was coming. i packed up my car with at much crap as i could and then i left. i went to stl then kc. stealing gas the entire way, oh yeah and wrote a bunch of bad checks. i had to go back down to atl to pick up more of my stuff. so i took a friend with me. i got there and packed up more crap. i made it all the way back up to nashville, then my car broke down. to anyone who lives in there car it's the most important thing to you. it's your bed, your transportation, your only way to and from work. it makes your whole life work. my friend's parents wired her money and left me 60 miles south of nashville, in manchester. i took what i could from my car and started walking. i hitch hiked from there to kc. it took me 3 days almost. i looked like complete shit when i got home. think the garage is bad? my mom made me sleep on the back deck for 3 weeks. like a dog. i woke up went to work (walked my happy ass) came home and then when my mom got home from work she would let me in to go to the bathroom and shower, then i got kicked back out. when i finally proved my self she let me in the house. well that's the most important parts i guess. there's more but i wanna go to sleep. point is that things did get better. i just had to fight so hard for it. i've never had to fight for anything harder then to survive. but i'm still here. and to everyone who will ask, i never touched a truck driver, and they never asked. actually the fed me and let me sleep.

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It's stuff like this that really gets me riled! It bothers me that the "Family" (talk about dysfunctional families!) pushes parents to treat their own flesh and blood like animals! I'm sorry - but tough love is bullshit! As parents, we are to care for our kids - whether we love them or not - they are a gift from God and these parents ought to be damn grateful that they have children! Do these parents not realize that there are LAWS about this?! As long as their kid is under 18 they are required BY LAW to give their kids food, clothing and shelter. Parents, if you are kicking your kids out of your house - YOU DON'T DESERVE TO HAVE THEM!

I will NEVER turn my back on my child! I don't understand how any parent can do that! How can a parent look Their child in the eye - no matter how old they are - and turn their back on them? How can they sleep at night not knowing if their child is dead or alive? How can Bob and "friends" push this kind of treatment?! This is just totally beyond my comprehension! My blood is boiling right now!

I would give ANYTHING to have more kids at home! I cry almost every night because I want a houseful of children! Yes, I love my son with all my heart - but yes! I also want a houseful of laughing - hell, even screaming - children running around! And quite frankly it fucking pisses me off that parents treat their children like this! Sleeping in the fucking garage? On the damn patio!? Wake up you parents who are in ICECAP! I don't care if you believe the Bible or not - I do and I believe it with all my heart and it says in there that "whatever you do to the least of these, you have done to me". Guess what parents! When you treat your kids like this, you are treating God like that! I pity you! I pity the fact that one day you will have to answer for the way you have treated your kids! And I pray that you get the justice you deserve!

Sorry webmasters for going off and for using the language I used. I haven't talked like this in years, but this is a hot button for me. I get into a lot of trouble when I'm out and about in stores and see a parent yelling and/or cursing at their child. One of these days I'm probably going to get punched - but I will not keep silent! The treatment that ICECrAP pushes parents to do to their kids is abuse - pure and simple! And I refuse to hold my tongue when I see it going on!

To those of you who are experiencing this treatment or have in the past - please know that I am thinking of you and praying for things to change. Especially that your parents wake up and seek your forgiveness for the treatment they have given you! NOTHING a child does - NOTHING - warrants throwing your kids out on the streets! The atrocities that are out there... it just makes me shudder! And want to scream and rip out Bob's eyes with my bare hands. Not much gets me this worked up.

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something better | e.d.

pairing | ethan dolan x reader

summary | after a long-awaited break-up from a relationship that wasn’t good for you. you call Ethan to come to be your knight in shining armor to comfort you. that’s when feelings drowned for years finally come to surface.

warnings | angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of mental and physical abuse.

authors note | okay, so i literally wrote this at 12 am yesterday and finished it at 11pm today so i’m sorry if it’s like, fucking bullshit 🤷🏽‍♀️

word count | 1.4k

Your eyes trailed down to your phone as it lit up to show you a new notification. Your phone had been quiet that night. Sometimes one notification every hour, maybe two. Your eyes were brimmed with salted water, as your breath stopped every few seconds, and then restarted so you could just breathe. So you could take that deep breath.

You couldn’t lie to yourself any longer, there was no more regret, so you did what was right, you got rid of him, you got rid of Alexander. He restricted you from everything, he was a virus to your life. He filled your body with so much hatred. But you couldn’t let him go because you were scared.

Emma, Ethan, and Grayson had told you to get rid of him months ago, and then you did, for a day or two, and he’d come running back to you because he was worth nothing without you and yet he treated you like a doll.

A doll that he could throw around, hurt and use. You had the bruises to show it, you’d cover them up endlessly, but Emma always let you stay over... she was the only one that knew about the physical side.

They all knew about how he was mentally destroying you. How he was making you blame everything on yourself - how he made you question yourself.

... and yet, you still cried about him - because he used to be good to you. Before all of that, he was a good guy. Then he got fired, he dumped all his old friends - found new ones that turned him to the wrong sides of life. He came home drunk every night and when you tried to help him he’d push you away. That’s when you knew it wasn’t safe, and thus you stayed at Emma’s house almost every night and when she was away on small business trips to New York, she gave you another key so you could go somewhere when things got heated.

You lifted the phone that read twelve forty-five. There was nothing else you could do but text him - text Ethan. You typed a quick message begging him to come over as he soon responded, in a short answer, he was coming. You clicked the return button and opened Alexander’s contact, you bottled up the courage to finally click bock - and then you did it on everything else... Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat - you deleted the photos on your phone. The physical photos had been ripped up days before you had finally called it quits.

There were no more messages.

There wasn’t a trace of him on your phone anymore.

In real life.

No more.

You heard a knock on your door, as you cleared your throat, preparing to see Ethan in what felt like days, even if you’d seen him that morning for breakfast with Emma and Grayson.

You opened the door as he noticed your eyes, your eyes flooded with the colour red.

“Would you like some water, coke? Something to drink?” you asked him, you shut the door behind him locking the doors.

“Uh - yeah, sure... I’ll, uh, I’ll take a water... wanna fill me in on everything?” You gave a subtle nod as you grabbed a glass from your cabinet and pressed it against the fridge’s water filter.

Your shoulders were slumped as you walked towards him, you slid the glass against the countertop. You gave a large sigh, shaking your head. He discarded the glass for a moment as he took your hand.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, immediately giving himself an internal facepalming - it was a stupid question and he knew that.

You chuckled, “I’m feeling-” You took a breath, “-better?”

You tried to hide it, hide the emotions, but he could see right through you, he could see through your facade. Maybe if he made a move months ago - if he had just stopped being such a pussy. Maybe, you wouldn’t in the position you were in. But he didn’t want to lose you.

In simple words - he couldn’t risk it.

“You’re such a liar.” He shook his head lightly.

You sniffled lightly, “Maybe so, but I am, he did shit to me and I guess it feels like weights been lifted off of my shoulders? I won’t have to come home to him anymore - I won’t constantly be at Emma’s place anymore.”

“What’d he do to you, y/n. I know there was more than the restrictions on your life - you can’t hide it from me anymore... I need to know.” Ethan didn’t want to seem pushy and push you away, but he had to know - he had to know what Alexander had done to you.

“He hurt me, E.” Your mind flashed back to those moments where Alexander would get so angry and you had no clue why. He just would. Your mind just had to bring back everything - all those memories. “More than just mentally.”

He shook his head, almost disappointed in himself, “I’m sorry - I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. This is all my fucking fault.”

You looked slightly taken aback, “This is not your fault, Ethan... I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you worrying about me - the only person who knew what was really going on was Emma.”

You gave a quiet sigh as Ethan looked at you, “Wanna watch a movie?” he questioned you as you gave a careful nod. You both sat on the couch as you flicked through the movies on Netflix, coming to the final stop of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

It wasn’t a movie, but it was sure as hell gonna make you happy.

Ethan gave you a careful look as you laughed at Joey busting into the room ready to demolish the turkey Monica had cooked for that Thanksgiving. She smiled, despite her fragile state, despite her numbness.

He was crazy for her, she was insane for him, he was out of her mind for her. He wanted to kiss her, place her strawberry lipgloss covered lips onto his, but he knew that could never happen or it’d embarrassment he’d face. It’d be heartbreak he’d face.

You caught him looking at you, “...I know, my laugh is ugly.” you let out a soft chuckle following the sentence.

He simply just shook his head at you, he didn’t understand how you could think something so angelic sounded like an animal being run over by a truck. He just didn’t - he couldn’t understand.

He lifted your chin so that your eyes looked into his, you didn’t flinch at his touch and it felt to be touched by someone you knew wouldn’t even dare to hurt you. He gave you this longing glance that brought this feeling you’d never felt before. His eyes staring into yours, not one blink.

Your stomach did summersaults as the light of the moon shone on the both of you. You felt this abyss of feeling, real love. real connection. You couldn’t pull yourself away. You were drawn to him; you were drawn to everything about him.

He brushed your chin with a small smile as you flinched slightly, “I won’t hurt you, y/n. I’ll never hurt you like he hurt you. You deserve better than him, and I want to give you that.” he let out a small sigh, “It might be pathetic - hell it really is. But I love you, I always have, and seeing you with someone else, with him makes me so mad because I know I loved you first.”

Your skin was softer than a rose petal and her eyes reflected a sense of self, a sense of true found feeling. You returned his small smile. You knew, she finally knew... you knew for sure.

“Fuck...” You muttered ever so quietly. “I never knew how to say it. I was scared to lose the friendship we’ve held up for so many years, scared of losing the person who helped me through things nobody else could. I’ve loved you... for too long.” You felt like tsunamis would erupt from your eyes, as your body made the old memories stop floating, finally sinking down into the depths of the oceans in your head.

He had a love for her, a love so deep it could move mountains... and so, he finally did it. He finally kissed the girl's lips - the strawberry lipgloss covered lips, as she kissed him back. Your lips were so perfectly aligned with his. For a moment you were pulled away from the terrible reality you once lived.

Now it was time for something, new.

Something better.

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seven-oomen · 4 years ago

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Happy Halloween, Ben! I hope you are continuing to feel better! Do you expect any trick-or-treaters tonight? (Is that a thing in the Netherlands?) I hope you find lots of good candy at the grocery store! I myself have two bags of dark chocolate Kit Kats to hand out to all the kids I foresee coming by (*wink wink*) Your pumpkin is adorable, by the way. I wanted to do some cool faces with mine, but my friends that normally host a Halloween party decided to just hold their Costume and Pumpkin Decorating Contests online, and the theme was “2020”. I thought “well, I’ll just get two pumpkins, and use one for the contest and one for whatever." Then one of them started molding, which seemed very on brand for this year, so I just went with it, and ended up with meme pumpkins. I included a color pic, so you can see just how gross the one got. Fun fact: the top of it is held on by being skewered with a dowel rod and set in place along the rim. In case you were curious (you probably weren’t, but oh well), trying to scoop out a moldy pumpkin is indeed deeply gross. Imagine a physical manifestation of the sensation most people seem to feel when you say the word "moist”. Just…so gross and squishy… *shudders in remembrance*

My costume attempt turned out okay given that I managed to pull it together entirely out of things I already had. In case you don’t recognize the symbol, I was one of the more recent comic versions of Black Canary (this one at least had proper shorts). Let me tell you, trying to free hand draw that goddamn bird outline with no printer or projector was an adventure. I had to do it backwards, essentially, too, because I realized that pencil marks are extremely difficult to erase off of craft foam.

And I just wanted to show off that I’m the kind of classy bitch who drinks wine out of a can (also, it’s an awesome can.) To be fair, it was actually surprisingly decent (I say, as though I know shit about wine). I sent a picture to a friend, and she started teasing me, and I said “it’s a rainbow can, how was I supposed to pass it up?”, and she was like “you know what, fair, I would have done the same thing." I also got some kind of sparkling red wine to drink tonight for proper spooky effect. The cashier commented on it being good as I was checking out, so here’s hoping.

I know what you mean about endless plot ideas, too. I started a couple of smaller pieces to work on when my longer WIP gets overwhelming, got on a roll, and have almost finished one. I got super excited when I finally got to a few of the lines that were among the first I thought of for it months ago, then realized "fuck, now I have to write the smut, don’t I?" So, hopefully the wine will offer some inspiration there, too. XD

By the way, I totally wasn’t kidding about the Chris Evans/Henry Cavill rom com idea. I totally went and found it in my FB messages and screen-shot it so that I can now inflict share it. Buckle up, here we go: So, Chris’s character’s great-aunt (played by Angela Landsbury) talks him into coming to stay with her along the English coast after his divorce, and help her run her mystery book shop. Only, less than a week in, she runs off to go on vacation with her boy toy (Christopher Walken). By this point, he’s already ended up in an unexpected rivalry with the co-owner of the comic shop next door (Henry), who’s been trying to get the great-aunt to sell him part of the bookstore’s storage space to build a table-top gaming area. The woman (Natalie Dormer) who runs the little bakery/tea shop attached to the other side of the bookstore has a running bet with the other co-owner of the comic shop (John Boyega) on how long it will take for the two men to realize just what type of tension there actually is between them. Chris could wear hipster glasses, and skinny jeans, and cozy sweaters/cardigans, that he could remove at strategic moments to reveal the ridiculousness that is his arms and chest. Henry could wear tight jeans and fitted nerdy t-shirts and SET THE CURLS FREE GODDAMMIT. And of course at least one encounter would have to happen at a dog park, because both their RL dogs are absolutely adorable and deserve a moment in the spotlight. Please, Netflix, I’m begging you. Make it happen. (If you curious, this particular moment of inspiration struck during a discussion over "if Evans is America’s Ass, is Cavill Britain’s?" My friends are also classy like me. XD )

Well, on that note, I’m gonna shut up for a while, and go wash the color out of my hair, because I think it’s been on at least half an hour longer than it should be, technically. Enjoy your sugary findings, and I hope they and your coffee give plenty of energy for writing your various projects! :D I hope you continue to feel better, and that things keep looking up! Take care! *Properly socially distanced and seasonally spoopy hugs to you both!*

Okay 1: omg I need that gay wine. (Rainbow wine, whatever.) That is amazing, I love it. And I totally get why you needed that. I don’t have any wine for myself tonight. But I have some Budweiser (Or well “Bud” as it is called here), cans of coke and Jack Daniels, so I should be good.

And I think your jacket turned out pretty well! Looks awesome. (Though I get what you mean about craftfoam. It is a bitch to work with when you only have pencils and no stencils.)

Halloween isn’t much of a thing here I’m afraid, aside from some witches who celebrate samhain and the uprising of general pop culture there aren’t many people who really celebrate Halloween like in the US. So no, I don’t expect any trick or treaters tonight (also because COVID has us on a 8 pm curfew).

I think the Netherlands celebrates Saint Martin far more which Wikipedia explains pretty well as: Saint Martin's day, also known as the Funeral of Saint Martin, Martinstag or Martinmas, as well as Old Halloween and Old Hallowmas Eve is the Funeral day of Saint Martin of Tours (else Martin le Miséricordieux) and is celebrated on 11 November each year.

The day is celebrated on the evening of 11 November (the day Saint Martin was buried) in the Netherlands, where he is known as Sint-Maarten. As soon it gets dark, children up to the age of 11 or 12 (primary school age) go door to door with hand-crafted lanterns made of hollowed-out sugar beet or, more recently, paper, singing songs such as "Sinte Sinte Maarten", to receive candy or fruit in return. In the past, poor people would visit farms on the 11th of November to get food for the winter. In the 1600s, the city of Amsterdam held boat races on the lake IJ. 400 to 500 light craft, both rowing boats and sailboats, took part with a vast crowd on the banks.

But other than that we don’t really have a holiday where children go door to door to ask for candy.

It’s getting more popular now in recent years to do so on Halloween, as well as Halloween parties, but it’s not very widespread.

Yeah I was really excited to write some fanfic for Love and Monsters and then today I started doubting that. And now I’m leaning towards writing more Petopher fic where Chris gets turned?

I blame @for-the-love-of-wolves for that one because I read their fic and now I’m like: that’s a good idea. I want to write that too. And now I can’t shake it.

I should really finish things but urgh... part of me just wants to write more teen wolf fanfic.

I’m really curious about your wip though, I hope that when you’re ready to share it, I get to read it too. ^^

Honestly, Netflix needs to make this idea happen. I insists. I wonder if my friend who works their customer service can pitch ideas but I don’t have much hope for that. Would be pretty awesome though to see this come alive because it’s GOOD! Holy moly I want that to happen now XD. Brittain’s ass is it, UK Vs US ass fight!

Wait is that too gay?

Ah who cares XD

I’m still snivelling with a cold but it’s only stuff coming out of my nose, for the most part, I’m doing pretty good and can focus somewhat on things again. And no real pain aside from the general ones.

So I’m gonna wish you Happy Halloween, have a good night and lots of socially distanced hugs from me and Mo.

#ben says stuff #my convos with anon #B #halloween #submission

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randomguywithwords · 5 years ago

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As The Dust Settles: Chapter 13 (Geten X Dabi Slowburn)

Chapter 13: Violet’s Assignment

AO3 Link: Here

Previous Chapters: 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

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After the training session, Geten returned to her room, the afterglow of her victory still present on her lips. The wind that whipped through her parka as she rode her ice platform felt cooler than usual; she felt more free and giddy. A minute had passed before she realised she had been humming from satisfaction, to a song she did not remember.

Perhaps her good mood would last for at least a day or two.

But as she reached the window of her floor, she saw a soldier standing outside.

“What?” Geten fixated him with a glare.

With a shaky bow and a total refusal to make eye contact, he passed her an envelope with arms which were trembling even more, and ran off the second she took the letter.

Smirking as she saw him sprint down the hallway, she opened it to see a typewritten message by Shigaraki.

“Emergency meeting, 10am. Usual.” His signature was scrawled at the bottom.

That’s a couple of minutes from now. Damn it.

With a sigh, she created her ice platform once more and glided towards Re-destro’s mansion. But as she opened the doors of the council room, she frowned, but then...Ah, I see, so that’s what he wants.

“I assume you want to talk to me alone.” Geten scanned the council room, all chairs unoccupied except the one in the middle, where Tomura Shigaraki was leaning back on his, dressed in his black jacket and wearing his signature disembodied hand on his face.

“Take a seat,” Shigaraki said. Geten did, and then Shigaraki began.

“Have you and Dabi settled your issues?”

“Somewhat.” Geten met the boy’s eyes. They were sunken and darkened around the edges, like a skull which refused to die. Those crimson irises were the same ones which had rooted the charging Liberation Army in their place out of pure terror, despite Trumpet’s Inciting.

A question arose to her lips, albeit she did not speak it, as those eyes bore into her: Can he see? Does he have vision? A vision for the Liberation Front?

These thoughts had formed whenever she saw him address the PLF: at the festival where Re-destro had abdicated his throne, and at yesterday’s meeting.

“So you two can lead the Violet Regiment?”

“Yes.”

“Good, two more questions.” Shigaraki relaxed his arms on the table as he leaned forward. “Who are you, Apocrypha?”

“You know my name.”

“Apocrypha? Geten? Iceman?” Shigaraki snorted. “Cut the bullshit, they’re your...usernames. The first two mean the same, and it’s ironic, because their meaning tells me you don’t know the answer either.”

“Then why ask me?”

“Because I’m wondering if you want to know.”

“No. I have no need for a name. I was Re-destro’s weapon, Shigaraki. A sword has no need for a name any more than a stray dog does. So please, get to the point.” She ended her speech with a glare.

Shigaraki met it with an indifferent expression, perhaps even surprised by that sudden outburst, but then his cracked lips widened in approval.

“I would’ve killed you for uttering my name.” Shigaraki’s smile was unnerving, and Geten flinched despite herself, “but I could tell you’re different. You’re different from the rest of these cowards.”

“When you have 2 CEOs and a politician, and you had a...journalist, or whatever she was, you were never spoken to properly. Everything needed a bush to beat around. I like to disintegrate the whole forest.” Shigaraki placed four fingers on the desk. Geten knew he could activate it autonomously now, but she understood his point.

Her hands were off the desk before she realised it. Shigaraki seemed to notice it, and continued,

“I’m asking for your loyalty, because it’s bleeding dry in this army. I’m not stupid. You don’t take over an enemy city and expect the people to bow down. There’s gonna be riots. There’s gonna be a lot of plotting. If you’re smart you would have realised it by now, or even gotten involved…” He looked at her with a suggestive grin. She kept her face impassive, as a bead of perspiration rolled down her forehead.

“But I get the feeling you like to settle things face to face. You’re no assassin, are you? Your skill points seem more geared towards strength.” Shigaraki’s gaze felt like it was penetrating her mind, probing her thoughts. She felt unsafe – a person walking through an alley at twilight. That person never saw the blade of ice, just darkness, and then darkness eternal.

She felt as vulnerable as the people she had killed.

Does he know too? There’s no way he couldn’t, right? He knew about Takame, wouldn’t he question Skeptic and Trumpet why he wasn’t on the official register? But he said he spoke straightforwardly, not like them. Not like the MLA.

“Of course not.” The words flowed from her mouth before she could think about it. “And…you have my allegiance, Grand Commander.” She gave a slight bow of her head, even as her mind was suspended in a frenzied blizzard – blind, in chaos, terrified.

She kept her head down, feeling queasy looking at those red eyes of his. She finally understood why the army had stopped in their tracks then.

“Good. I look forward to seeing what you can do for me,” Shigaraki said. “Ah, right on time.”

The doors opened behind her as the rest of the PLF lieutenants arrived, one by one.

So there is a meeting? Geten quickly regained her composure. The rest of them could not see her in that state. She could tell some were staring at her, probably curious as to why she was so early. Bowing her head, she made eye contact with no one, her face heating up.

Once everyone was in, with Dabi strutting in last, the meeting commenced.

“We have a problem.” Shigaraki stood up. “We wanted to lay low till next Friday. Well, it was going fine, but lately we’ve been picking up some chatter, chatter directed at us. Skeptic, if you would.”

Chikazoku arose with a bow towards Shigaraki and continued with the briefing. “I’ve been watching the media and the attention about the ‘Deika City Incident’, and it was dying out as expected, but I noticed one source that was constantly publishing article after article about conspiracy theories about the Incident. We’re still being talked about, and that cannot happen. I’ve tried on my own ends to stem the flow, but whoever this group or individual is, they’re not stopping. We sent some soldiers from neighbouring provinces to investigate, but they’ve all went silent. So we’re sending Carmine to deal –”

“No.” Shigaraki’s voice cut in as sharp as a knife. “Send Violet.”

“Tomura-kun!” Toga pouted. “I wanted to taste some blood. Send my regiment!”

“No, I want Apocrypha and Dabi to do this.”

All eyes were scattered between Shigaraki, Dabi and her. She kept her eyes on the table, flickering upwards as Re-destro began to speak.

“But...great leader,” Yotsubashi chuckled nervously. “Isn’t it better to send people like Mr Compress and Himiko Toga who can eliminate people silently?”

“Yeah! I like you, Re-destro! Lemme taste your blood!” Toga cheered, waving a knife at Re-destro like a toddler, who shrunk back into his seat looking even more anxious about the mentally insane girl.

“Exactly. I want to see how the two of them deal with an assassination.”

The matter seemed to be settled. Even Dabi hadn’t spoken a word in protest. Looking at the corner of her eye, he was shrugging. “Whatever. I get to get out of this shithole and burn some people. I’m cool.”

“Weren’t you late because you were stuffing yourself with ramen?” Spinner deadpanned, receiving a glare from the fire-user.

“We’ll get it done, Shigaraki.” Dabi ignored the statement.

“As long as you don’t draw attention,” Compress warned, causing Dabi to wave at him with a “Yeah, yeah, got it.”

Then Dabi turned to look at the CEO. “Skeptic, fill us in.”

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Violet Regiment left almost immediately after the meeting. Well, it wasn’t so much of a regiment as it was just Dabi and her. They had decided that an assignment of this caliber did not require any cannon fodder. So, after gathering the items needed and taking a shower, the two of them were on a private plane heading to the Tokugawa Prefecture.

“Damn, I could get used to this.” Dabi leaned back on his luxury seat, kicking his legs up on the table. Geten, who was seated on the adjacent, opposite seat, snorted.

“You could. But the ride is only a few hours.”

“Let me enjoy it, come on.” Dabi opened his can of coke and taking a chug.

Sighing, she looked out of the window, seeing the afternoon sky tinted with pink on the horizon. It would be evening when they landed.

“Aren’t you wondering why we were sent?” Geten looked back at the relaxing Dabi.

“It’s probably a punishment. Either one of us pissed Shigaraki off.”

“So you think this whole thing is fake?”

Dabi shrugged. “Maybe. Or Shigaraki doesn’t think it’s that big of a threat to deal with it properly. Or he doesn’t care about us.”

“Does that not bother you?” Geten crossed her arms seeing how nonchalant Dabi was.

“Nope. Deika City was getting boring anyway. If I have an excuse to leave, I’m taking it. And Shigaraki can send me wherever he likes, I know when to listen and when to do my own thing. You, on the other hand…” Dabi wagged a finger at her. “You were Re-destro’s little puppy, weren’t you?”

“Call me that again and I’ll slap you.” She sent a look of venom his way.

“But you get what I mean.” Dabi finished his coke. “From what I can tell, you’ve spent your whole life at the heels of these MLA snobs. Now, we’re here, and you have no idea what you’re doing.”

“I know what I’m doing. I’m abiding by Destro’s principles of the strengths of Meta Abilities. But…” Geten’s eyes trailed to the floor. “You got everything else right.”

That’s it. That’s what I’ve been missing. The League was so...free, and the MLA was so stringent with its rules.

“Hey.” Dabi’s voice made her look up, expecting more taunting, but his expression caught her by surprise. His eyes were unusually soft, his expression not as condescending. Basically, he looked less like himself, if that was even possible. “You don’t find anything wrong with that?”

“With what?” She tilted her head curiously.

Dabi opened his mouth, then closed it. Putting his empty can on the table, he said, “Nothing. Why you’d even ask me about this assignment in the first place? Did you do something to Shigaraki?”

Right, he was late.

“Well, besides wanting to kill him and everyone else when we met, I can’t imagine why he would want to punish me,” Geten said.

Dabi saw past her sarcasm studying her expression. “Really, what happened?”

He could be relaying everything back to Shigaraki. I can’t tell him about what I’ve done, or he’ll do something, or not trust me.

Why does that matter? Another part of her argued. You can finish this job on your own.

But that was it, wasn’t it? If she finished this assignment flawlessly, Shigaraki’s suspicions would be confirmed, assuming he didn’t know about her deeds beforehand. And what would happen then? Would he kill her? Lock her up? Demote her to a common foot soldier?

And why was she caring about his trust anyway?

She stared at Dabi, unable to totally decipher his expression, but there was some hint of genuine curiosity, since his eyes were slightly wider than usual. He didn’t seem like the type of person that would be Shigaraki’s servant to the extent of spying on her.

Can I trust you? She thought.

“He asked me if I wanted to know my name.” It was a good-enough truth.

“Really? You don’t know yours?” Dabi raised an eyebrow.

“No. And I don’t care about it either. My name – even if he actually knows it, won’t be a bargaining chip.”

“Why? Don’t you want to know who you are?”

“It’s not important.”

“Hm. Okay,” He said. He didn’t press further, but Geten knew there were a lot of things he left unsaid. The conversation died as Geten turned back to look out the window.

She had a lot of things unsaid too, but saying any of them to the wrong person could spell death for her.

Hawks’ words now felt a lot more real, like a spider’s web wrapping her up. No, she didn’t feel safe. Because, and she realised this with a start – if she didn’t need real allies then, she did now.

The word sounded so foreign. Whatever the meaning of it was, she knew at its roots, she just needed people to trust. And loyalty was bleeding dry in the PLF.

She looked to the corner of her eye to see Dabi taking a nap. A realisation dawned on her. She had no idea why – It could have been because she had, at the very least, the leverage of strength over him, or that he spoke of Shigaraki and the MLA with disrespect, or the seemingly genuine interest in her name…

But out of all the people in the PLF, if she had to pick one person to trust, it would be him.

But can I, Dabi? Can I trust you, and would you trust me?

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Done. Yay. Entering a new “arc” so to speak. I really hope the tonal issues doesn’t throw your reading off. On one hand I’m trying to craft a proper internal struggle in both characters about their identity and on other issues plaguing their lives. But on the other I still want their witty banter (and fluff in later chapters), so if the disparity is too apparent, let me know. Thanks.

And I haven’t forgotten about Dabi’s backstory, or Twice or Hawks. All in good time. I have the next few chapters planned out already. Not sure how long they’re going to be, but for this “arc” it’s really just gonna be the two of them.

Also, anon, if you’re reading this, I hope the Geten/Shigaraki conversation was what you envisioned, or that you’re okay with how it turned out. If the dynamics wasn’t what you thought it would be, sorry ><

As for everyone else, I hoped you liked it. Any feedback is appreciated (like, really, if you didn’t like it for anyone reason, do let me know. If you want to send anon hate, I’ll genuinely entertain it as long as you really do have something constructive to discuss, and not like, idk, you just hate Dabi or villains in general. Doesn’t add anything to the discussion – well, nothing useful anyway.)

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babyboy-cody · 5 years ago

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Can you write about the foursome and how you and jim are fighting and he’s just being a dick and stuff starts to escalate quickly and he throws stuff and then he pushes you and you fall or something and the others come in and they see what’s happened and you just decide to leave for the night, you don’t even say anything you just flee and they think you’ve left for good but you just had to be alone and think for a while and you come back in the morning 😪

(this hit the s p o t 🥺😖)

Michael and Duncan sat slumped in their seats on the couch. Duncan’s foot was tapping against the ground as he couldn’t contain his anxiety. Michael sat with his arms crossed and a blank expression set on his face. You’ve been gone for nearly two hours. The drive to Jim’s friends place was only 20 minutes. Duncan couldn’t stop checking his watch.

“They’re coming. Don’t worry, Duncan,” Michael says, lazily looking over at the dirty blonde man.

“How do you know?” He snaps, not meaning to come off as rude, but he’s panicking when two out of three of the people he loves isn’t home yet.

On cue, the front door swings open. Jim walks in first on unsteady legs, eyes wide and wild. You follow after him with a furious expression. Michael and Duncan jumped up and take a closer look at Jim.

“Is he…” Michael quietly trails off.

“Coked out of his goddamn mind? He sure is!” You angrily snap, eyes blazed with fire as you glare at Jim. “I found him passed out in the fucking bathtub.”

“Lay off, Y/N,” Jim groans and struggles to remove his coat as Duncan helps him. “I’m just having fun.”

“Having fun?” You humorlessly laugh. “Having fun means going to the damn park or watching a fucking movie! Having fun doesn’t mean getting stupid drunk and doing every drug passed down to you, Jim!”

“I thought you stopped using a while ago,” Duncan lowly says as stares into Jim’s blown out eyes.

“Yeah, well…” Jim shrugs and leans against the counter with his arms crossed.

Michael observes the brunette. He notices how Jim has purple bags under his once bright eyes. He notices how Jim is a sickly color rather than his golden tan. He notices how Jim is starting to be a walking skeleton instead of having the toned muscle like before.

“You’ve been using since you’ve been here,” Michael states, eyes turning dark and sad.

“I just needed a release,” Jim sluggishly mumbles.

“A release?!” You exclaim. “From what? Our relationship?”

Jim rolls his eyes and slumps into a nearby seat. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration at the sight of him being so careless about the situation.

“Y/N, make him drink some water and find him something to eat to get whatever drug out of his system,” Duncan softly tells you and grabs Michael as they both leave to go upstairs.

You sighed quietly and pull a cup from the cabinet. You pour a glass of water, per Duncan’s request, and you offer the cup to Jim. He moves his head away and clenches his jaw, bobbing his knee up and down in a form of agitation.

“Jim, please drink the water,” you quietly tell him, pushing the glass closer to his face.

“Get away from me, Y/N,” he orders lowly, his voice dark and gravelly, and it shook you to your core.

“I’m trying to fucking help you!” You shout, roughly grabbing his shoulder to make him turn around. “Drink the fucking water before you dehydrate!”

Jim roughly grabs your hand off his shoulder and grips your wrist so tightly that it makes you whimper. He grabs the glass and hurls it across the room. As the cup slams against the wall, it shatters into a million pieces. You gasp and stare into Jim’s furious eyes.

“You can’t fucking listen to me!” He roars, his hand squeezing your wrist tighter as he backs you up. “You won’t ever leave me alone, no matter how hard I fucking try! You’re so goddamn whiny that it hurts my fucking ears! Just leave me the hell alone!”

He roughly shoves you away. You try to catch your footing from his strength, but you fall back onto the ground, your head knocking onto the wood. You cry out and grab the back of your head as you turn onto your knees. Jim towers over you breathing heavily with his hands clenched into fists. You stare up at him with thick tears blurring your sight.

Michael and Duncan ran in after hearing you cry out in pain. They see you on your knees cradling your head with Jim standing over you.

“What the fuck did you do?” Duncan growls, but Michael holds him back so he couldn’t do anything harmful to himself or Jim.

You slowly get up on wobbly legs and sniffle with a whimper. You stare into Jim’s softening eyes and shake your head at him in disappointment. Without saying another word, you grab your keys and leave the house as you slam the door hard enough to make the guys flinch.

“We need to talk,” Michael tells Jim with a serious tone that even makes Duncan nervous.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been gone. It could’ve been two hours, maybe even four. Your phone was shut off and put away in the glove compartment of your car. You lay on your side away from the door and stare at the motel wall. The bed was at least comfy and room smelled of air freshener. You needed some peace and quiet. You’re still shocked to your very core that Jim would act like that. You didn’t blame him. The drugs in his system turns his brain into mush. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that he laid his hands on you and stared at you with such hatred and disgust in his sullen eyes.

A lone tear rolls across the bridge of your nose. You sniffle and wipe it away. You’re not sure what’s going on at the house, but you hope Michael and Duncan are talking some sense into Jim. Your swollen eyes become start to burn as your lids become heavy. With another soft sigh, you fall into a peaceful slumber.

Duncan paced back and forth with one hand buried in his hair as the other desperately dials your number for the millionth time. His heart beats erraticallyas he tries to calm his frantic breathing.

“I–I didn’t mean to!” Jim sobs as he buries his face in his trembling hands.

“Didn’t mean to?” Duncan scoffs.

“Everything was s–so blurry and–and I didn’t know what w–was happening!” Jim cried out. “I just s–saw her on the floor.”

“Calm down before you hyperventilate yourself into a hospital,” Michael quietly says and offers the young man more water to drink.

“She’s not answering her fucking phone. I tried tracking it down, but it’s out of range,” Duncan grunts and rubs his scruffy jaw in frustration. “She probably left to get away from this fucked up relationship as Jim says it.”

“I–I’m sorry!” Jim whimpers as Michael hushes him quietly. “I d–don’t want her to–to leave us!”

“Duncan,” Michael walks over to the panicking male and placed his ringed hands on his cheeks. “Y/N’s a strong girl. We all know she is. She’s at a motel and she’s safe.”

Duncan exhales quietly and trusts Michael’s words. He nods and nudges his cheeks closer to his hands. Michael presses a soft kiss to his forehead and moves away to kiss Jim’s head gently.

“When she comes back, we’ll have a proper discussion like adults,” Michael tells them, and they both nod. “Good. Now, we wait.”

Morning came by surprisingly quick. Your eyes were rimmed red as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You rinsed out your mouth and washed your face free of any tear tracks. The fresh air hit you pleasantly when you stepped out. After handing the key to the receptionist, you drove back home where your three lovers impatiently wait for you. As you’re at a stoplight, you turn on your phone and it immediately buzzed to life repeatedly.

(28) Missed Calls from Duncan💗💋

(12) Unread Messages from Duncan💗💋

(39) Missed Calls from Jimmy🏄🏽‍♂️🧸

(117) Unread Messages from Jimmy🏄🏽‍♂️🧸

(6) Missed Calls from Michael🖤🥵

You sighed to yourself and shoved your phone in your coat pocket. The ride home was tense and you couldn’t imagine how they must feel. You’re worried about Jim. Did they kick him out? Did they think he’s a no-good junkie? The possibilities were endless and your anxiety was at its peak.

You arrived home in a matter of 15 minutes. You shakily inhaled and exhaled as you walked up to the large dark oak door. You found it to be unlocked. When you quietly stepped inside, you heard their voice meddling together. You came around the corner and saw Michael and Duncan in a deep discussion while Jim sat slumped at the kitchen table. Michael’s eyes immediately flickered to where you stood.

“Dove,” he breathed out.

Jim’s head snapped up at the sound of your nickname leaving Michael’s lips. A new wave of tears washed over him when you make eye contact. He leaps out of his chair and wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pressing you so hard against him that you have to turn your head away to breath.

“I’m so sorry! I’m so, so, so sorry!” He sobs, breathing frantic and shoulders shaking. “I’ll get better. I promise! Please, please don’t leave me. I need you.”

You hush him quietly and close your eyes to keep your tears away, but to your dismay, they escape. You wrap your arms around his neck and curl your fingers through his hair. You kiss his neck and bring your lips to his ear.

“You need help, Jimmy,” you shakily whisper. “And I’ll be there for you every step of the way. We all will. I cant lose you to something as horrible as drugs, Jim.”

He nods against your shoulder and sniffles as he doesn’t budge. He inhales your scent and shakily hiccups.

“I’ll get better,” he repeats softly. “I promise.”

#more angsty foursome #these anons are POWERFUL #my heart a c h e s #michael x duncan x jim x reader

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kill-the-teen-memories · 5 years ago

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365 So Fresh Part 2

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Humor (it will literally include everything in future parts)

Word count: 2,720

Warnings: Curse words, smoking, a little bit of violence, poly

Pairings: Triple H x Reader

Summary: You just wanted to take a nap while waiting for your friends, never did you expect the car you were sleeping in would get stolen and you would end up going for a road trip with a guy who had a gambling problem, a girl who committed a murder, and a guy who seems to just hate his life. You especially didn’t expect to have feelings for them??

A/N: Hello! I’m so sorry this took forever but I had some trouble writing it and I was busy this summer. I hope you guys enjoy part 2 and leave some feedback!!

“I spy with my little eye something green,” I spoke, Hyuna hummed as she looked around. “A fucking tree,” Hui answered. Both Hyuna and I rolled our eyes “Why is that always your response to the colors.” she questioned, “But am I wrong?” he mumbled. “You always are,” I spoke as I reached towards the coke I had left earlier. I shook the can only to find out that Hyuna had finished it, I squished the can and placed it down next to me. “I spy with my little eye something purple,” Hyuna spoke. “A tree” Hui replied. Both Hyuna and I let out a groan “Hui!” I yelled. He laughed, there it was again. The laugh. I smiled just listening to it. Hyuna couldn’t help let out a small laugh and I smiled even wider. They both had the purest laugh, you would never guess that they’ve both seen shit no one should ever see. Soon the laughter died down and we all began to nod along to the song playing on the radio. I still couldn’t believe that I was more comfortable with these two strangers than I was with Bora and Hyolyn who I considered to be my closest friends. I always felt like an outsider with them, though I never said anything. I felt like an outsider all my life if I’m being honest. I never really had long-lasting friends nor good parent figures. My dad walked out and my mom became a drunk. I knew then that I only had myself. No one else was going to look after me but me. And weirdly enough I was okay with that or maybe I wasn’t but it’s what had to be done. I tune back into what was happening around me only to hear Hyuna ask “So, how long have you two been together?”

I coughed and Hui scratched his neck “Yeah, no um we’re not together...I mean we did make out but-” “Hui!” I grumbled. He only let out a small smile. “We actually met not that long ago,” I responded now sheepishly. “Oh?” she questioned. “Yea...he kinda stole my friend's car and kidnapped me.” I said. “Hey! I did not kidnap you, you willingly came.” he laughed. I let out a small giggle and Hyuna smiled. We were interrupted by the buzz of a cell phone. We all looked around before Hyuna pulled out my phone from the cupholder. “You’re getting a call.” she whispered. A look of panic in her eyes. I grabbed my phone and read the caller ID ‘Wooseok’ it read. Why was he calling? I wondered. Wooseok had been my boyfriend of 8 months before he called it off. Why? I didn’t know. I remembered exactly why I was at the club now. Bora and Hyolyn thought it would be a good idea to get my mind off Wooseok and they suggested clubbing. I didn’t want to seem like a bad friend so I went along with it. In a way, it worked. Not in the way any of us thought, but as I looked over at Hui and Hyuna I got a sense of relief. I pressed the end call button and put my phone down. “Who was it?” Hui asked. “My boyfriend...well I mean ex-boyfriend now…” I mumbled. Before anyone could reply my phone buzzed again, this time a message “I know you probably don’t want to talk to me but Bora told me you went missing last night, along with her car, I need to know you’re okay please Y/N. Just let us know you’re okay.” it read. I glanced up at the time, it was now 10:47 am. It had been about 12 hours since I left the club. I still didn’t understand why he seemed to care so much. Though I couldn't stop my heart from doing a flip. Why did I care that he cared? I shook my head, trying to change my mind’s thoughts. I let my phone fall against the seat next to me. Should I text him back? Should I leave him to wonder? I let out a deep sigh. “Trouble in paradise?” Hui muttered as he rolled his eyes. “He’s just wondering where I am and if I’m okay…” I responded quietly. “So tell him you are, simple.” Hyuna offered. “Should I?” I asked. She nodded, “Your friends deserve to know” she replied. “What about you?” I asked. “Don’t have any.” She shrugged. I nodded mostly to myself as I picked up my phone and typed, “I’m alive.” and sent it. My phone buzzed again not long after, “Where are you?” it read. “It’s best if you guys forget about me, I’m not coming back.” I replied. I turned my phone off and threw it back into the cup holder before he could reply. Why was I throwing away the closest people I had to a family? I wasn’t sure. The only thing I knew for sure was that my friendship with them wasn’t going to last. It was only a matter of time before it ended just like all the ones before them. I took in my surroundings. The rumbling of the car, the wind blowing in through the rolled down windows, the laughter coming out of Hyuna’s mouth, and whatever nonsense that was coming out of Hui’s. I smiled. And for the first time in a long time did I hope I didn’t ruin what we had. “So what now?” Hyuna asked. “Now you tell us your bloody backstory while I find a place to park.” Hui replied as he looked over to her. She swallowed and looked down at her lap. “I was a hairdresser,” she began “It was my 7:30 appointment, he needed a shave...his hand started at my thigh and it rose higher and higher.” she paused and closed her eyes as if reliving that very memory. “I panicked and backed away...he stood up and followed I held out my razor as a defense but he just pushed it out of my hand. He pushed me against the wall and I shoved him with all my might...he fell...I didn’t mean to…” she looked up at us, her eyes pleading, I saw Hui reached his hand over and place it on her thigh “Hey hey it’s okay” he whispered gently. She nodded and took a deep breath before she continued “He hit his head on the counter and collapsed, there was blood everywhere, I tried to clean it up, but there was so much...I got up and ran and that’s when you found me…” she finished. She rubbed her eyes “You guys have to, believe me, I didn’t mean to kill him.” she let out. “Honey, we believe you, it wasn’t your fault.” I replied as I placed my hand on her shoulder from behind. I was never one to comfort others, I really hoped it made her feel better. She suddenly grabbed my hand and looked between Hui and I. “Thank you, you guys.” she whispered. We both nodded. The car came to a stop and the engine turned off. I looked around and noticed a lot of people getting off their cars too. “Hey, where are we?” I asked, “We, my friend, are at a lake.” Hui replied. Hyuna’s faced flushed with panic. “What is it?” I asked. “I’m covered in blood, I literally killed someone, I can’t be seen in broad daylight.” she replied, her eyes wide. “I’m sure your story hasn’t come out yet and plus it was self-defense.” Hui stated. “Wait, Bora always kept a spare outfit in her trunk when she went clubbing.” I offered. I hopped out of the car and motioned to Hui to pop the trunk, which he did. I grabbed the backpack and noticed a dollar bill coming out of the spare tire container. I pulled it out, it was a $50. I didn’t think much of it and closed the trunk. When I came around I saw that Hui had stepped out of the car and was now smoking a cigarette, leaning against Hyuna’s side of the car. Damn, did he look good. I bent over to hand Hyuna the backpack through the window when I felt a light smack on my ass, I quickly turned around to catch a glimpse of Hui’s smirk before he turned around and inhaled his cigarette. I turned around and leaned against Hyuna’s window in an attempt to cover her from prying eyes. A few minutes later I heard a knock come from the window, I moved away and Hyuna climbed out. She was now wearing ripped black shorts and a white crop top, though she still looked slightly nervous. “It’s gonna be fine.” Hui said. Hyuna nodded slightly and started to walk. Hui and I followed suit.

We walked along the lakeside for a while before laying down in a patch of grass I pointed out. Hyuna excitedly pointed towards the fading clouds in the sky “I see a starfish!” she yelled out. “That’s a fucking blob.” Hui pointed out. “Where’s your imagination.” I grumbled “Dead.” he responded before we all burst out laughing. “Come on,” he said, “I’m starving.” We all stood up from our positions before following Hui to the little shack they had on the other side of the lake. After ordering Hui and Hyuna sat down in the last open spaces of a shared bench, while I went to the bathroom. When I came back I saw that there was no open space for me to sit. Hui glanced down at his lap and smirked.”It’s not like you’ve never sat here before.” he said. I laughed and walked over to Hyuna’s side before plopping down in her lap. She rested her head on my shoulder and laughed at the look on Hui’s face. I couldn’t help but let out a laugh too. “Oh come on!” Hui cried out “That’s not fair!” Both Hyuna and I only laughed harder, which caused Hui to pout. I reached over and patted his head “Aw look at Mr. Grumpy.” I said with a smile. “Hey! I am not Mr. Grumpy!” He grumbled. All three of us let out laughs. I liked this. I felt like I belonged. Funny, we were all outsiders yet together we seemed to fit in. After eating we sat there enjoying each others company and laughing. I had moved from my position on Hyuna’s lap when the group of people next to us had moved. I now sat sideways with my legs strewn across her lap. “Red.” Hyuna said. I nodded “Fierce.” I responded. “Mines blue.” Hui spoke up.”Mines purple” I said, “Deep and passionate.” I shrugged. “Okay, how about favorite animal?” Hyuna asked. It went on like this for a while, us just getting to know each other. I wasn’t until the sun went down that we finally decided to continue the drive. Hyuna was currently in the bathroom while Hui and I were waiting for her by the car. Under the streetlamp did I finally notice the dark bags under Hui’s eyes. I placed my hand on his cheek, gently running my thumb under his eye. “When was the last time you slept?” I asked. “I’m not sure.” he said quietly. We continued to stare at each other until he broke eye contact to glance at my lips. Without wasting another second I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his own. Hui quickly responded, arms finding a resting place on my hips. The kiss wasn’t needy or messy, but full of passion and strength. As I pulled away I dragged out his bottom lip before letting it go, causing him to groan. I smiled as I rested my forehead against his. Hui pressed a quick peck on my lips before leaning back against the car. I heard the crunching of gravel nearby and turned my head in time to see Hyuna emerging from behind a car. As she got closer to us she spoke, “Woah, what’s with all the sexual tension here.” she laughed. Hui and I just glanced at each other before he beeped the car open and walked to the driver’s seat. “I’ll drive.” I piped up, hoping Hui would at least take a nap. “It’s fine,” he spoke, “I’ll sleep when we get to a motel. Okay?” I sighed and nodded before opening the passenger door. Hyuna climbed into the backseat and we resumed our adventure. The stereo read that it was currently 7:23 p.m. I didn’t realize how much time we had wasted just being in each other’s presence. Leaning against the window had begun to lull to sleep. My eyes slowly flickering closed when he heard Hyuna scream and point. The car came to a halt but the thud against the hood of the car was still present. I shot up frantically. Hyuna had her eyes covered and mumbling “Oh I don’t want to look, I don’t want to look.” I glanced toward the street to see a body slumped on the floor in front of the car. Hui and I both looked at each other in fear, when we heard the unmistakable sound of laughter. Confusion flashed across our faces and we turned our heads towards the sound. The mysterious man had flipped onto his back and was now staring at the night sky, laughing, almost maniacally. Hyuna had opened her fingers in order to be able to see again, yet refused to remove her whole hand from her face. The man pointed at the sky and laughed again “Nice one!” he yelled “Oh you’re good! You win this round!” he stood up and faced us. He had baggy clothes covering his body, ahead of blonde hair, longer than Hui’s but it fit him. His eyes empty, the dark circles under his eyes and the structure of his face gave him a skeleton look. He let out a scream. “You couldn’t have fucking killed me!?” He yelled at us. In a second Hui was out of the car and making his way over to the man. I looked over at Hyuna to see that she had moved her hands and was now watching the scene before her unfold. Hui grabbed the man by his collar and punched him square in the face. The man’s head fell back and he let out another cackle, “Is that all you got?” he asked. Hui’s eyes narrowed as he shoved the man to the floor and straddled his waist. He punched him once and then twice. Hui grabbed his collar again and shook him, all the man did was laugh. “More!” he yelled. Inside the car, I didn’t know what to do. “We have to do something!” I yelled exasperated. “Come on!” Hyuna responded as she reached for the car door. We both flew out of the car and were by Hui’s side in a second. “Hui stop!” I yelled. “He’s fucking crazy!” Hui yelled back. He was no longer punching him, but watching the man. Hyuna pulled Hui off the man causing him to stumble. I reached my hand out to the man and he looked at it for a second before taking it in his grasp. I pulled him off the floor and he dusted himself off. He was currently bleeding from his nose and his mouth but he seemed to pay no mind. He wandered to the curb and sat down. The remaining three of us all turned to each other. “What are we going to do with him?” I asked. “Dunno, leave him?” Hui replied. “We can’t just leave him here!” Hyuna answered. “Come on the guys a lunatic.” Hui countered. “Should we take him with us…?” I asked quietly. “No, definitely not.” Hui shook his head. And that’s how we ended up with another stranger in the back seat of Bora’s car. “I can’t believe we brought him with us.” Hui mumbled. “Stop being a baby.” I said as I handed the man some wipes to clean up. “I’m Hyuna.” Hyuna smiled. “And that’s Hui and Y/N.” The man just stared at her but after a while, he mumbled a reply of “Hyojong” before going back to cleaning the blood from his nose.

#triple h scenarios #triple h #hyuna #hui #edawn #hyuna scenarios #edawn scenario #hui scenarios #kpop angst #kpop scenarios #hui angst #hyuna angst #edawn angst

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villainsblog97 · 5 years ago

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Bad Day Monday

Pairing: Jisung X Reader

Warnings: excessive cuteness overload!

Summary: after a long and stressful day you come home to find your boyfriend at your apartment.

Scenario: romance, fluffy fluff.

Jisungie: Hi baby :)

Me: Hi

Jisungie: What's the matter?

Me: Nothing...

Jisungie: mhm... I can hear it through your text, what's the matter baby? :(

Me: just this day... I swear life hates me right now...

Jisungie: I'm sorry! :( you're almost there... only an hour left.

You read the last message before a ruler was slammed down on your desk.

"(Y/N)!! If you can't pay attention I'll confiscate your phone!" Your professor yelled.

"Sorry sir!" You shook out.

He went back to his lesson and you tried to forget everything that has happened so far, let's see...

At 6:48 you realized your alarm clock was unplugged, so your alarm couldn't go off.

6:50 you saw your phone charger had a short in it, and only charged your phone half way.

7:20 you burnt your eggs.

8:15 you were 15 minutes late to class because you couldn't find your coat, or your bag.

11:34 the water fountain in the hallway was broken and shot freezing cold water all over your brand new shirt, that also happened to be white.

12:05 you forgot your lunch, luckily your sweet amazing boyfriend brought you a little something

You did your best to hide how awful your day was going.

14:23 came around, you forgot your report that you stayed up all night writing.

And now... 14:54 you got busted for texting your boyfriend during class.

15:30, freedom at last, you ran out with your bag around your shoulder, but this wasn't the end.

"You've got to be kidding me!" You squealed, you walked over to your bike and saw the tire was flat.

Alas, you didn't scream or anything... this was after all Monday.

So you dragged your bicycle along, pushing it forward as you kept mumbling things under your breath.

And that's when the moment happened, the straw that broke the camel's back, the mentos dropped into your coke bottle, your bag ripped and slung your books everywhere.

You could feel the rage bubbling up inside you, your left eye twitched, your hands shook, and finally you let out a scream.

"WHY!?!?!?!?!" you screamed at the sky, "WHAT DID I DO!?!?!?!"

People froze and stared at you, but you didn't care... you jumped around, stomping your feet like a 2 year old.

After your tantrum was over you picked up your books and walked back to your apartment as you laid your head on the door, you noticed the door was unlocked, great, to top it all off now you're getting robbed.

You slowly opened the door and found no robbers.

"Hello!?" You squealed as you looked for something to defend yourself with.

"I come in peace!!" Jisung waved his hands around.

"Han Jisung you scared the crap out of me!!!"

"Sorry, I just... wanted to come see you" he smiled, you really needed him to be honest, you nodded and threw your arms around his neck.

"Today has been the worst!" You whined, actually starting to cry.

"My alarm clock wasnt plugged in, my charger had a short in it! I burnt my eggs Jisung! Who does that!? I was 15 minutes late to my class, the water fountain broke and shot water all over me! I forgot my lunch, AND my report! And then my tire on my bike is flat, and my bag ripped!" You fell into his shoulder really letting the tears pour out.

"I hate life!" You cried, Jisung laughed a little as he played with your hair.

"I know baby... that's why I came over..." he took your hands and brought you into your living room.

"Jisung... where are the cushions on my couch???"

"I borrowed them..." he spun you around to reveal a well built fort, blankets draped over it, and pillows laid inside.

"J-Jisung?"

"Come on!" He took your hand and lead you inside, you two laid on the pillows and looked at the lights that decorated it.

"How long did this take?"

"Almost 2 hours... it wouldn't stay up..." he laughed as he slid his arm under to support your head.

Every single thought of your horrible day suddenly disappeared, as you laid in Jisung's arms, his fingers running slowly through your hair, and his lips finding your forehead, (because he knew those were your weakness).

"What did I do to get so lucky?"

"I don't know... but I ask myself that everyday" he smiled at you.

You leaned in and gave him a small and gentle kiss on his lips.

"I love you Han Jisung..."

"I love you too baby, when ever you have a day like this again... just call me up!" He smiled as he pulled you into a sweet, warm hug.

#straykids #jisung #x reader #told you id do it #may have been listening to Sunshine #okay i was

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god-hunter · 5 years ago

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Adjusting to Singledom

It’s about time for an update on my Single Situation, if that’s what we’re calling it. I’ve been meaning to clarify some things since unofficially starting these rants back in 2018 anyway. It might be short, it might be long. So let’s run through it and see. I’m gonna be talking about 6 girls that I’m talking to, so pay attention and keep up. This rant is going to be interesting.

First of all, the Work Crush that I had brought up originally back in 2018 is NOT Dancing Girl. Nono, Work Crush, or Original Crush was a 28 year old Barbie lookin’ Office Hottie that had so much bubbly energy about her, I didn’t know what to do with it. I never resolved that story, btw. After we became Friends on Facebook, she was that type of person that didn’t really message much. Eventually group hang outs happened and she met my Then-Girlfriend. And the two got along so well that we just became Couple Friends.

Post break up, she had reached out to me. I’m going to refer to her as Twin, because that is what she used to refer to me as at work, affectionately. First of all, Twin & her boyfriend were supposed to come over for dinner, but it didn’t work out. It’s just as well, because my Ex and I got into a fight while fixing up the apartment before they had cancelled. Then we broke up. So with this bizarre scenario, Twin had still wanted to see me. I’ll be 3rd Wheeling it and checking out their new apartment instead [which is not so new at this point.]. That plan has never surfaced as of yet, due to general busyness, but now Covid-19 is affecting our plans. Since time is moving on, by the time this outbreak calms down I’ll probably be settled into my own place. And she is very much looking forward to visiting me with her guy one day, but I’m not holding my breath.

I mention Twin, because she’s a former crush that won’t go away. I’m not trying to do anything, obviously. She has a great boyfriend who likes me a lot. But she’s definitely a significant girl in my life, and I would be very happy to hang with her (and him) more in the future.

Speaking of couples, I’m going to refer to my Beautiful Friendship as the Significant Couple. They are certainly a collective and I still like talking to them a lot. I won’t deny that I’ve been hoping to be intimate again since that one awesome night, but the differing schedules make that very difficult. Still, one thing worth noting is that I’ve spoken to both parties about the idea of... not hanging up the phone when They want to get intimate, and neither are opposed to it. So for the moment, I’ll just leave it at that =). I respect these 2 immensely for being so open to their experiences.

But now it’s time to add some new names to this mix. This was the purpose of this entry. Let’s talk about Bakery Girl. This too, is a former co-worker and friend of Twin. I call her Bakery Girl because she literally left our job to work in a new office for better pay, but hated it so much that she ended up quitting and working at her favorite Bakery that she’s now a Manager of. So, that seemed to work out for her, for now. Well, this is a person that was always pleasant at work. She was always nice, and nice on the eyes lol. We always got along, but didn't really interact or ever flirt. Still... Facebook can be a real beautiful thing.

Before she had left our job, she had mentioned that she wanted to get drinks with me. (Not just me, but a bunch of us from work.). Of course I said yeah as this was just a friend thing. ...It never happened. Instead Dancing Girl came out and.. that crush began, I guess.

But anyway... Since the Breakup I opened up to a bunch of people. And I suppose it was week 3 or so, that I had told her about it on FB. I’m not quite sure when we first spoke about my new situation, but I do remember being in my old bedroom and not feeling miserable, because she was so fun to talk to. I wasn’t moping about my last chapter, but merely informing her as we caught up. And then as we talked, the energy felt borderline flirty, or sort of like this friendly vetting process. What I mean by that is we’ll tell each other stuff, and see how the other feels about the topics. Most we agree on. Some we definitely differ on. But respect is there. Anyway, more-to-the-point. After a couple of failed attempts at talking on Facebook, I tried one more time last night and got another good conversation with her. And this time, I was able to bring it over to the phone. I got her number! So who knows if it’ll go anywhere, but for now I’ll take that victory. This girl’s definitely a good person, and even if it’s a long-term developing thing she is someone definitely worth keeping in touch with. It really helps that she’s 28 and not 21. Or as she refers to Dancing Girl... she’s not 12, lol. [Yes, she knows Dancing Girl too from work, but she has no idea that I was into her. I plan to keep it that way.]

Speaking of Dancing Girl, her and Dante are fucking annoying, yo. We barely talk at breaks now, because I’m not trying. Instead Dante’s either being an idiot or just cooing at her, and the two of them are just obnoxious with each other in my space. But I’m learning to put it in its place. Literally everything is changing. Breaks now seem to get split up between us all chilling and talking, then the two of them splitting off to smoke weed, while my other dude in his 40′s goes and smokes a cig by himself. Today I took it upon myself to make it my new normal to join him when he smokes that cig. Since no one else really talks to each other any more... We just literally hang around each other while everyone’s on their phones. It sickens me. But I guess that’s what happens when Millenials see each other every day... [And no, I don’t smoke, but I’ve always gone outside for the fresh air and good company. Now that company ain’t so good any more, but they’re still my friends.]

There’s another former co-worker I hit up, but nothing to really report yet. I don’t have a codename for her yet, but I asked if she’d like to catch up over dinner and she said, yes. But after the Coronavirus passes, if that’s okay. I told her it was, and instead we caught up on Facebook for an hour or so. For now I’ll call her the Social Distancer... =P

And lastly, I’m going to bring up Gamer Girl. This one’s a slippery slope, but it’s very important to talk about now, because I do not know what is going to happen next. She is my Ex’s friend, but ever since we dated, she was always into both of us. Like, she literally would’ve swung with us if my Ex was into that. I’ll never forget, she was like, “Wow. You two are hot.” She’s been referred to as a Unicorn, because she loves getting into sexual situations, but she has no romantic attachment to any of it. And this is why I’m bringing her up. Again, it was about 3 weeks after the break up. The Ex and I had gotten into a fight post-break up, which propelled me to really want to leave. And at the worst time, she messaged me starting with, “I hope this doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable...” And then she proceeded to talk about how she was lonely and not good at making friends and needs an area friend to hang out with. She brought up a past divorce and that she doesn’t want anything romantic, but she wants to play video games and have pizza with me. She opened it up as a night where I could vent to her and just have fun.

Against my better judgement, I said yeah. Plans weren’t made until this week. Literally tomorrow night, I’ll be seeing what this actually is. Now, on paper, it might simply be pizza and video games. But we’ve talked a little since then. In the first place, she was flirty and brought up her whole schedule for the week. Then she said, “On this day I’m off and have no plans other than to have no pants on.” Something like that. Now, why would she say something like that to me, if not to get a rise out of me...? Then I gagued it a little further when we made the plan. She brought up that Free Pizza is best pizza and I told her, “No way. I’ll happily pay my share,” then she explained to me that she has so many points that it’ll be a completely free pizza. So instead I offered to supply the drinks and asked what she likes. “Rum and Coke is my poison of choice,” o.o. “Rum and Coke it is!!”

So we’re drinkin’ now...

I’m trying not to get my hopes up. I’m trying not to make it weird. But knowing that this girl didn’t want to make me uncomfortable, but she's been lonely since her divorce and wants to hang out, but doesn’t want anything romantic... and knowing that she’s the type of person to screw without attachment... and then she’s telling me that she wants to drink, now...

I mean, how can I not get a little excited!? Also, we’re playing Fallout Vegas, so that’ll probably be very fun. Right now my plan is to expect nothing, but be prepared for it to get weird. The Ex will inevitably be brought up, along with any venting that goes along with it.

I don’t expect to win her over that way, and I’m not exactly trying to do that anyway. But who knows how she gets? Maybe she’s just casual as fuck and she’ll want to cuddle?? For comfort?? I have no idea.

But as a Single Dude, I am fucking Game. This is my new Revolution, man. I don’t care. Between the randomness of this hang out, Bakery Girl practically interviewing me about the Ex - asking if I’m over her and then giving me her number, and the Social Distancer being interested in dinner, I’m feeling Really Confident right now. Not to mention that the Significant Couple is chill as fuck and I always like talking to them.

Things are interesting now... Things are definitely different. My New Normal isn’t here yet. But I’m adjusting all the same.

#Adjusting to Singledom #dating #relationships #Twin #Significant Couple #Bakery Girl #Dancing Girl #Social Distancer #Gamer Girl

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parkkjiminssi · 6 years ago

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Someday Chapter 1.

pairing: idol!jimin x idol!reader

genre: fluff, angst (in later chapters)

word count: 4K+

summary: Y/N just moved to Seoul after being selected and offered a contract to become a trainee at an entertainment company. Her first day was going well until she decided to roam around an unknown city on her own and gets herself into some trouble. Lucky for her an unexpected man came to her rescue.

a/n: Hello everyone! This is my first time writing a fanfiction here through tumblr. I hope you all enjoy it and if there’s any comments or suggestions don’t be afraid to let me know. Chapter two is already in the works, see you then!

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your alarm alarm went off. With much discomfort, you quickly reached over and turned the device off. You sat at the edge of the bed and grabbed your cellphone, unplugging it from its charger.

2:30.

“Y/N, don’t tell me you’re still asleep?!” Your mom barged into your room. “You’re going to miss your flight!”

“No Mom, I’m already awake.” You answered as your pressed the power button on your phone. Your flight to Seoul was leaving in two hours and you were anything but ready to leave home. Fear started creeping up on you and you started second guessing whether leaving was a good idea after all. Your screen lit up, notifications showing that you had received a text message from your manager. It read:

Hello Y/N, today is the day you come over to Seoul. How are you feeling? We’re all looking forward to finally have you here and working with you. I’ll be waiting at the airport for your arrival, see you then.

‘This is really happening,’ You thought. ‘I’m really leaving home and becoming a trainee.’ It still hadn’t hit you yet. It seemed like it was just yesterday when you were laying down on bed, watching K-Pop videos when an ad came up talking about international auditions for an entertainment company. It was “The chance to become Korea’s next idol”, or so it said. It didn’t take long before you decided that you were going to give it a try, I mean, there was nothing to lose anyways. You thought that even if you didn’t get selected, at least you tried and that’s what mattered. The hardest part was telling your parents about your plans, though. Many were the times that you tried telling them but all ended up doing was biting your tongue. Finally, you mustered all your courage and had an open heart conversation with them. The surprising thing was that they were very supportive of you and even helped you practicing with your dancing and singing. You wouldn’t really be where you’re at if it weren’t for them.

3:17.

After taking a shower, changing and placing your luggage into your parents’ vehicle, you were ready to head for the airport. The closer you got to your time of departure, the harder your heart would beat. Twenty or so minutes passed and the airport came into view. Your family got down with you and helped you with your bags while you checked in.

“Flight to Seoul, Korea will be departing in thirty minutes. Passengers please start heading to the boarding area. I repeat, flight to Seoul, Korea will be departing in thirty minutes.” A voice announced through the speaker. Your heart ached, tears started forming at the corner of your eyes. You were giving your back to your loved ones, because you knew that if you turned to face them you’ll break.

“I guess this is it.” Your dad called from behind you. “That’s your flight, right Y/N?” A knot started growing in your throat and all you could do was nod your head in response. It was then that you felt two pairs of arms embracing you from behind. “Mom, Dad.” You said surprised.

“Y/N, don’t forget to eat regularly. Don’t skip meals and don’t eat junk food. Chips, candies and a coke is not a proper meal! Always listen to what your elders tell you, don’t be rude and have a positive attitude. Don’t forget to wash your teeth every night and don’t fall asleep with your hair wet!” Your mom started rambling. Your dad chuckled. “Stop, dear. Y/N is not a child anymore, I’m sure she knows all of those things. Let’s hurry before her flight leaves her behind.” You finally decided to turn around and hug your parents properly, your tears running freely through your face. Who cares if they see you crying or making a scene? You might not get to see your parents for a really long time and this is certainly not the way you want to part ways.

“Don’t forget to call or text, Y/N. I know you’re probably going to be very busy, but try giving us a signal that you’re alive.” Your dad joked. “It’s alright if you send us your double chin pictures, anything will do.”

“Dad!” You exclaimed, a chuckle escaping your quivering lips.

“We’re always here for you, Y/N. Doesn’t matter if it’s two in the morning or four in the afternoon. You’re not alone, so don’t ever feel like you’re burdening us.” Your mom added.

“Y-yes, thank you Mom.” The three of you finished your goodbyes and you started making your way towards the airplane. Tears rolling down your face and your nose was running like crazy, but hey who cares! Right when you were going to disappear through the boarding doors, you turned around once more and waved goodbye to your parents. They returned the same gesture with an encouraging smile.

“Fighting!” Your mom cheered.

The flight to Seoul was nerve wrecking, to say the least. You had never been on an airplane before, so whenever it would shake or there was a weird noise, you were already thinking to yourself that the plane was going to crash. ‘Okay, this is it. This is how I’m going to die. At least I said goodbye to my parents properly.’ Crossed your mind at least a thousand times. The hours passed by rather slowly and you struggled to find way to keep yourself occupied. From playing games on your phone to reading books and crossword puzzles. You attempted to sleep several times but your fear would always get the best of you. You debated whether or not you should just purchase a movie and watch it, but you often wondered if the company would get mad for using their money like this. Just when you were about to give in and watch the movie, a voice came on the plane’s speaker. First in Korean and then in English, letting everyone know that they were about to land and to please fasten their seatbelts. You let out a deep breath. Probably the one that you’ve been holding ever since you got on the plane. As soon as it landed, you quickly stood up and made your way for the door. You were just so eager to get off! Everything after this went by rather fast. You got off the plane, passed through security and grabbed your luggage. In the lobby your manager was already waiting for you. You greeted each other and quickly got on a vehicle that was parked outside waiting for the two of you.

“How was your flight?” He asked, his eyebrows lifted upwards, curious.

“It was okay, I think? I mean, I’ve never gotten on an airplane before so I assume it was normal. Although, I do have to admit that I was nervous all throughout the flight.” You replied. A chill went up your spine recalling those moments on top of the airplane.

A chuckle escaped his lips. “Ah, I see. Well, I gotta tell you that you better get used to it, because once you are ready and make your debut, you’re going to spend a lot of time on top of airplanes.”

You gulped. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

“We arrived just in time. All the other trainees must be in their classes right now. Let’s go in to introduce you and get you settled with your schedule.” The manager said as you pulled up to the Y/C/N Entertainment building.

“What time is it? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“A little past past nine in the morning.”

Wow. It surely was going to take you a while to get accustomed to this time change, but nonetheless you were excited for what was to come. You quickly followed after the man into the building. Your eyes wandered everywhere, taking it all in; however, you made sure to keep up with your manager. You didn’t wanted to get lost and cause problems on your first day. After a couple of minutes, the two of you arrived into an office with woman sitting on a desk, who was going to help you register and give you your training schedule. Once all of that was done, your manager motioned for you to stand and follow him. He guided you through the halls until the two of you arrived to a room, knocked the door twice and then opened it. The two of you entered and you quickly noticed that it was a dance studio filled with other trainees and a teacher. Your manager introduced you to them and you gave them a small bow. They returned the gesture and quickly went back to their lesson, and you and your manager exited the room.

12:00.

“This is where students have their meals. It’s open from early hours in the morning to late at night.” He informed you. “Have some lunch, I’m going to see if your room is ready for you to move in.”

‘How lonely.’ You thought to yourself, but quickly shook your head dismissing the thought. There was no point in feeling down, after all you had just arrived. Right before you were about to finish eating, your manager came back with a bunch of papers. He sat down with you and explained how training was going to work. All your classes, the times and the rules. He gave you copies of the papers, in case you forgot anything of what he had just explained. Everything was there, from your schedule to your class numbers and dorm information. After that you two were walking again, but this time out of the building and into another vehicle. You were going to the dorms now. Couple of minutes passed and you were already in front of the building where you were going to be living. You could’ve sworn you had just taken off but you saw this as a good thing, because it meant that the company was nearby and you weren’t going to have to walk a lot from and to. You quickly followed after your manager and entered. Once inside, he gave you a quick tour where everything was located. Lastly, you reached your room. There was two empty beds, and when you looked at the male that was accompanying you he said to pick whichever you wanted because you didn’t have a roommate yet. He made sure that everything was okay and that all your questions had been answered before turning on his heels and taking off.

You sighed. ‘How lonely.’

You spent the rest of the day unpacking and trying to decorate your room to something similar to what your old one looked like back home. You were so focused on getting things done and settled that you didn’t notice how late it had gotten. Just as you were finishing off, you grabbed your phone and pressed the power button. The screen then came to life and showed the current time.

21:56.

Your stomach then grumbled, notifying you that it was time to eat. You thought about giving your mom a call to let her know you had landed safely but quickly decided you were going to do it after eating something, thinking that maybe it was still too early for them. You went down to the kitchen and opened the fridge, trying to find something easy to make but quickly felt embarrassed. Was it really okay? I mean, you didn’t know whether these were groceries purchased by them or purchased by the company. That was something you had forgotten to ask. You quickly decided against it and that maybe you should eat out for today. Tomorrow after practice you could pass by the supermarket and buy groceries, but in the meanwhile this will have to do. You ran upstairs to grab a light jacket, your phone and your keys, with thoughts flooding in your head about how maybe you could get in trouble and how maybe this wasn’t a good idea. You didn’t know the city after all. Then your stomach grumbled again.

‘I’ll just pay close attention to my surroundings and go back the same way I came from.’

You walked for maybe ten minutes before finally finding a restaurant. Between waiting for a menu, to ordering, receiving your food and eating, it had lapsed a great deal of time. Once you were done with your meal, you took out your phone from your pocket and checked the time.

22:43.

You quickly called the waitress and asked for your bill. You had never been so grateful to have studied a bit of Korean back at home. You could understand it but you weren’t really good at speaking it. Back at the agency your manager was doing all the translations, but here you were on your own. After paying for your meal, you quickly exited the restaurant and headed back to the dorms.

Or so you thought.

Somewhere along the way, you gave a wrong turn and completely lost your way. You wandered for what seemed hours but no luck. Nothing seemed familiar.

‘Why couldn’t I have just eaten at the dorms or at least gotten down the address to put it on the gps?’

23:32.

By now you were panicking. Worried that you would never get back to the dorms. You wanted to ask for help and directions, but two things stopped you: Shame and language barriers. So you kept walking. All of the sudden you felt someone grabbing your wrist with great force and pulling you into an alley.

“Going somewhere? Why are you walking alone at this hour?” The person holding your wrist asked. It was a man and he reeked of alcohol.

“S-stop, please!” You managed to make out. Your accent eminent, and of course the stuttering because you were trying to talk quickly. Ask for help, but it was taking you a while to find the right words in that situation. Fear filled your insides, what was going to happen to you?

“You’re not from here, huh? Stop fighting me, let’s have some fun.” The man said, ignoring you and your struggles. You tried with all your might to get away from him, to release his hold on you but that only caused for him to grab your other wrist and pin you against a wall. The tears that had been forming in the corners of your eyes finally started running free, your heart beating a hundred miles per hour. You were scared to death and it didn’t matter how much you struggled, you just couldn’t set yourself free. You looked side to side, trying to see if anyone’s as around. Anyone that could help you but it was close to midnight and the streets were practically empty.

“S-stop...” You muttered between sobs. The man unable to reason due to his heavy intoxication. His face inches away from yours and quickly coming closer. He was going to kiss you, you needed to do something but what? No matter how much you struggled, he was still stronger. How you wished you would’ve listened to your mom and taken self defense classes back home. ‘Mom. Dad.’ You thought. ‘I’m sorry for being so careless.’

“STO—“

“Let her go!”

A voice interrupted you before you could finish your cry of help. Your face quickly turned to the direction where the voice had come from and realized that someone had actually come to your rescue.

“You should leave kid, we’re just having fun.”

“I don’t think so. In case you haven’t noticed she’s crying and looks scared to death. So I suggest you better let her go or I might be obliged to call the police so they can solve this situation.”

“Is that a threat?” Said the drunken man, finally letting you go and stepping over to where your savior was standing.

“Take it however you want, but what you’re doing is harassment.” The other man said, not backing down. Anger filled the intoxicated man. If this person hadn’t showed up then he could’ve gotten his way with you. His hand turned into a fist and he took a swing at the other man. You gasped. But the other person was too fast, or maybe it was just the state that the man that assaulted you was in that made his movements slow and sloppy. Your savior dodged the attack and just as fast planted his fist into his oponent’s face. Once your aggressor was on the floor, he quickly took your hand in his and pulled you running out of there.

“Are you okay?” The man asked in between breaths, finally stopping.

You nodded, gasping for air. You attempted to take deep and slow breaths to control your state. You just couldn’t believe what had just happened! While trying to calm yourself down, you looked over to him. The man was wearing a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirt. Over it, a jean jacket and a cap covered his orange hair. However, that wasn’t what caught your attention, no. It was his face. Call it exaggeration, but you could’ve sworn that he was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. Without intending to, the two of you locked eyes and you quickly looked away embarrassed, thankful that your cheeks were flushed because of the running.

“What were you doing so late at night walking alone?” He asked, looking fine now and composed. It was as if he had never been running in the first place. He looked so... perfect?

“Um, I don’t s-speak very well K-Korean.” You said, this time the words flowed easily right through you. This sentence has been one that you basically drilled in your brain because well, you never know when it might come handy. “I can understand it but not speak it.”

“Oh.” You could tell he was taken a bit aback by this. “Well, where are you headed then?”

You tried your best to explain everything. From how you went to eat to how you forgot the way back to the dorms, to how you walked around for almost half an hour and the whole situation with the drunk man. You thought you were done for!

“So you’re a trainee at Y/C/N? That’s on the other side of the city! I’ll take you back to the dorms but first I need to call a taxi.” He said as he pulled out his phone. You tired refusing, saying that it was okay and that with directions you could get back but he insisted. While he was on the phone, you looked at your surroundings. You just couldn’t believe the mess you had gotten yourself into. If only you would’ve just stayed at the dorm. A cold breeze suddenly passed by making you shiver, as if saying ‘you did this to yourself’. If you would’ve known that you were going to be caught in all of this, then maybe you could’ve gotten a coat or something.

After he finished the call, he looked over to where you were standing. Your thoughts somewhere else. Who could blame you? What you had gone through just a couple of minutes ago must’ve been terrifying. However, there was something about you that caught his attention. It wasn’t the fact that you two were in the standing in the middle of the street late at night and that he had just rescued you. It was something else. Was it the way that your hair looked perfect even though it had been rummaged? Or could it be the way you frowned due to the fact that you were thinking hard? Maybe it was the way your eyes shined under the moonlight?

His thoughts were soon interrupted when he noticed you shivering because of the cold. The young man didn’t think twice before taking off his jacket and placing it on your shoulders to help you keep warm. The moment your noticed you tried to protest but he quickly refused, again.

“It’s okay, I’m still hot from all the running we did. The cab will be here in a few minutes, anyways.” He said as he stood next to you, trying his best to remain composed. However, you could tell that he was lying noticing the goosebumps forming on his bare arms. His phone started ringing, so he quickly pulled it out of his pocket and looked at who was the remitter of the call.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” He said as he walked a few steps ahead and answered the call. You tried your best not to eavesdrop, but your curiosity got the best of you.

‘Who could it be? A girlfriend?’ You thought.

“Yes, Hyung. I am aware that it’s very late, it’s just, something came up. I’ll explain when I get back to the apartment, bye.”

‘Hyung. Meaning big brother.’ Why did that make you feel relieved?

After he ended the call, the taxi pulled over. He quickly opened the door for you and you jumped in, scooting over to the opposite side so he could get in the seat next to you. The ride back to the dorm was quiet. He didn’t ask anymore questions nor tried to make small talk. You didn’t try either. It’s not like you could, anyways. Dammit language barriers! Before you knew it, the both of you arrived at your destination. It was so fast! Didn’t he say it was at the other side of the city? The man quickly got down and told the taxi driver to wait for him before he walked over to open the door for you once more. You got off the vehicle and walked up to the building’s doors. ‘What a relief!’ You thought. ‘Would saying home sweet home be too much?’

You turned to face the man who had saved you and taken such good care of you even though you were complete strangers to each other. A bit of nostalgia started building inside of you. Why? You took off his jean jacket and gave it back to him.

“Thank you.” You said, bowing deeply. You wished to express your gratitude better, to say how thankful you were. How if it weren’t for him then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten back here at all. But you couldn’t, because you didn’t know how to.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe and that’s what matters. Now go inside before they notice you’re gone and get in trouble.” He said, a smile forming on his lips and somehow the cold wasn’t bothering you anymore because warmth started radiating from. You said your goodbyes the best you could and finally entered the dorms. You peeked through a nearby window and watched your hero leave.

Sigh.

You tried your very best not to make any sound on your way to your room. How grateful were you now to not have a roommate! After what seemed ages, you finally arrived. Slowly, you placed the key into the hole and turned it, unlocking your room. You quickly entered and threw yourself in the bed. All of the sudden, the events of today started to wear on you. You were beyond tired, you were exhausted. Just when you were about to call it quits and sleep in the clothes you were wearing, a chime sounded. Your phone. You unlocked it and quickly went to the messages to see who could it be this late. It was your mom. Right, you had completely forgotten about time zones.

You debated whether telling her or not about your very eventful night but quickly decided against it. She would probably throw a fit or force you to come home and that’s certainly what you didn’t want.

You locked your phone and threw it on the empty bed next to yours. Before you knew it, you had already drifted off to sleep.

“Jimin, where were you?!” A young man asked as soon as he opened the apartment door.

“Wow, yes Namjoon I’m okay. Thanks for asking!Sorry, I know it’s crazy late, it’s just, when I was on my way back from the dance studio I ran into this guy under the influence and he was basically forcing himself into this girl. I couldn’t just leave her there.” Jimin explained to his leader, hoping he would understand and not be too hard on him. It had been a long night after all. Namjoon just rubbed his eyes, tiredness eminent on them. “Well, you did good and I’m glad you’re finally home and safe. Now go to sleep, tomorrow we have a very busy day.” He looked over at Jimin but the blonde didn’t move. “Jimin?” Namjoon tried again, this time waving a hand in front of his face.

“Oh, sorry! I’m going.” Jimin replied, turning on his heels and making his way quickly to the room he shared with Hoseok.

“Did you at least get her number?” Namjoon asked. Maybe Jimin wasn’t even thinking of that girl, but it didn’t hurt to ask to find out what was distracting him.

“No, I didn’t even ask for her name.” Jimin replied, disappointment in his voice. “It wasn’t really the right timing.”

“Then?”

“Don’t worry,” Jimin said confidently, a smile forming on his face. “I have a feeling I will see her again, someday.”

A few weeks had passed since that night. You were a bit disappointed at the fact that you didn’t even ask him for his name. How could that slip out of your mind? After all he did for you? Shame on you, Y/N.

It was the weekend, which meant that you had two days to rest before training started once again. The first few days were hard, specially because you just couldn’t get accustomed to the time change. However, you soon got the hang of it all and the days became easier. You were even proud at the fact that you had managed to make a few friends and was so relieved when you found out that you weren’t the only one taking Korean language classes!

As you laid on your bed, you debated on what to do. There wasn’t many trainees in the dorms, and the ones that were here had gone out. You decided to go down the kitchen to get something to eat and take this opportunity to watch tv. Most of the other days you couldn’t use it because the other trainees would beat you to it, so today was a chance you just couldn’t pass up. Once on the sofa with a sandwich in hand, you reached over for the remote and turned on the television browsing through the channels trying to find something interesting. You were skimming through channels so fast that you barely had a chance to see what was really happening; however, all of the sudden something caught your eye making you stop your clicking. You had passed the channel, so you backtracked but this time slowly so you wouldn’t miss it. Five channels was all it took before you found it, or to be more exact before you found Him. There he was, live and in color along with six other guys. The man who had rescued you from that dark alley weeks ago, your hero. Why was he on the television?

“Bangtan Sonyeondan will be performing at the Melon Awards this weekend. The said group have also been nominated for five categories! Park Jimin, how do you feel about this?” The interviewer then turned to the orange haired boy, the same one who had saved you.

“We feel really honored but in all honesty we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Army. Thank you for everything Army, we love you!” Jimin then smiled at the camera and formed a heart with his fingers.

Your jaw completely dropped. It took you a few minutes to process everything but when you finally did you couldn’t help but scream and dropping your sandwich.

“WHAT? TH-THE GUY WHO HELPED ME WEEKS AGO IS PARK JIMIN?! THE PARK JIMIN?! AN IDOL?!”

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1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? ummm, at one point I thought we would be together hahaha. I donno.

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? No

3. Have you taken someones virginity? Nooooooo

4. Is trust a big issue for you? It is. I have been working on being more trusting and then stuff happened that blew my trust entirely. I’m trying to remember that other people don’t need to suffer for things they did not do. I don’t want to be distrusting of everyone. I just need to figure out what I’m doing wrong.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? no.

6. What are you excited for? this weekend will be nice

7. What happened tonight? It’s not night time yet.

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? why would it be only disgusting for girls?

9. Is confidence cute? confidence is great.

10. What is the last beverage you had? diet coke

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? at the moment, none. thats a shame, I know.

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Yes.

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? party!!!!

14. What are you going to spend money on next? stuff for tomorrow’s trip

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? heck no

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? absolutely.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? I don’t. I used to tell Kile all the things, but we don’t talk anymore. I know that eventually both of us will find new people to talk to, but I think it’s just a little raw for that ... at least for me right now. Perhaps he is sharing his life with other people already, I wouldn’t know.

18. The last time you felt broken? currently. But I’m trying to mend.

19. Have you had sex today? No.

20. Are you starting to realize anything? yeah

21. Are you in a good mood? I’m ok. I mean, I’m not entirely, but I’m ok.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? why does this keep coming up?

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? same color family yes, but not the same shade

24. What do you want right this second? a really strong thunderstorm. Not gonna happen, but a girl can dream.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? I think it’s possible he could be. I just try not to think about it. I wouldn’t say anything.. he’s allowed to do what he wants to do. He doesn’t belong to me :\

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Yeah

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? I have but that is nottttttt what I like. I prefer to laugh.

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? mario... orrrrr perhaps the gentleman at the arboretum who was telling me that there was a mosquito problem. NO JOKE DUDE.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? kile andrew. i hate being without him.

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? I think it’s important that we offer grace.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? I’m indifferent. I really don’t know him all that well.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? He does, but I don’t think he feels that he can do anything about it. Which is so far from the truth, but I understand we see things differently.

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? I only drink diet sodas and I’m starting to do more water in preparation for hard 75

34. Listening to? piano

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? I did earlier for some puzzles I just bought, but man it annoys me.

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? I don’t.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? I believe we can get gut instincts that someone is just... going to be someone we fall for.

38. Who did you last call? savers

39. Who was the last person you danced with? myself in the car today

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? He was my boyfriend at the time. He was a great kisser.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Its been a real long time. Hard to find GF cupcakes.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? No

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Of course. tis what I do lol

44. Do you tan in the nude? No. I would consider it if I had land that wasn’t viewable by neighbors

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? Not anything I concern myself with.

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Just about. I think we got off zoom at like 12ish and I fell asleep shortly after.

47. Who was the last person to call you? My brother

48. Do you sing in the shower? oh heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeck yes.

49. Do you dance in the car? oh heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeck yes.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? I have! not too shabby at it.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? when I was a child... like 2 years old. maybe younger.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? I do.

53. Is Christmas stressful? no, it is everything beautiful and good. people tend to find the stressful bits of any situation and amplify it to self sabotage a good thing.

54. Ever eat a pierogi? yup

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? pumpkin

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? missionary, work in an orphanage, vet, mechanic.

57. Do you think someone is thinking about you? part of me selfishly hopes so. The other part of me doesn’t want him to fixate on things if it stresses him out.

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? YES!

59. Take a vitamin daily? I got out of the habit but I need to get back into it.

60. Wear slippers? oh frick yeah

61. Wear a bath robe? No. I always think maybe I’ll learn to do so, but I don’t like the feeling of being in lazy pajamas all day long. When I was a kid, my mom and sister would wear their bathrobes all morning long and then that meant that when we would need to go somewhere, they would still need 1-2 hours. It drove me nuts.

62. What do you wear to bed? sometimes shorts and a tee, sometimes a tee, sometimes a tank, sometimes nothin. it just depends.

63. First concert? country thunder

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Target

65. Nike or Adidas? no preference

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos.

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? peanuts

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? I’d lie

69. Ever take dance lessons? Yeah.

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? I always envisioned a helper position (firefighter, police, medical, etc)

71. Can you curl your tongue? Yes.

72. Ever won a spelling bee? yea

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yes.

74. What is your favorite book? pride & prejudice

75. Do you study better with or without music? With.

76. Regularly burn incense? nooooo.

77. Ever been in love? I sure have

78. Who would you like to see in concert? probably anyone at this point lol

79. What was the last concert you saw? uhhhh a bunch of performers at lollapalooza

80. Hot tea or cold tea? peach iced tea thx

81. Tea or coffee? tea

82. Favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip.

83. Can you swim well? I can hold my own, but I’m no phelps

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yes.

85. Are you patient? typically very

86. DJ or band, at a wedding? I think the idea of a band is dreamy, but I couldn’t afford that.

87. Ever won a contest? yes! scripture memorizing, dance dance revolution, a guessing game,

88. Ever have plastic surgery? have I? no.

89. Which are better black or green olives? no olives. BLEgH

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? I totally respect that some people really love that. It’s not for me.

91. Best room for a fireplace? Living room AND bedroom

92. Do you want to get married? Of course.

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