#i need to buy a cheap fuck ass phone that has a place for headphones and also some storage for games and tumblr and music download

[beargirl2]

never forgiving myself for breaking my koss porta pros

[sugarkinky]

Gamers gotta game

Pairing: Gamer!jungkook x Nerd!Reader x Fuckboy!Jimin Genre: Future smut, fluff and angst (the holy package). Warnings: None in this part, actually.

A/N: This is my very first fic posted on here, please give me any kind of feedback you feel I might need. Not edited v. 

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*gif not mine*

PART 1

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7:34 am

You was almost late when you jumped out of bed and made it to the bathroom, your first class starts at 8:15 and you still had to walk for 20 minutes to get there. This left you with an empty stomach and a lack of caffeine for the rest of the morning, the class itself wasn't bad but you couldn't pay much attention to Mr. Patrick talking about some impossible function. After what felt like days, you were finally lunching with your friends on the cafeteria.

"Y/N, how could you forget my skirt?" Kenny said with her puppy eyes. You promised her you would borrow her some clothes that your mom insisted on buying for the sake of you "going out more".

"Sorry K, can't you pick it up tomorrow?" Your month were already full of sandwich.

"I guess it will do... Are you sure you won't come tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'm not the frat party type, you know it" And specifically not this one, the Beta Tau Sigma were a fucking no-no for you after your first party with them on freshmen year. This guys are just crazy and loud as fuck.

Since it was a Friday, you made plans to watch some documentaries and order pizza with some wine. It was just perfect. 

Well, almost perfect if it wasn’t for the hungover from the cheap wine the day after. This was a typical Saturday afternoon, Kenny knocked at your door to hang out with you and you guys chatted about school stuff and about her crush that is supposed to be at the party. 

“What if he is already with other random girl and I don’t even know?” You stared at Kenny’s eyes with a scowl in your face. 

“What makes you think like that?”

“I don’t know, Jin is a very popular guy and older than us, from what I know he has no reason to tell me the truth.”

“So he has no reason to lie to you as well, dummy.”

And the afternoon passed like that, Kenny was already at the door when you shout to her:

“Get home safe bitch!“

“And you stay safe in yours sweetheart!“

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(1:23)Kbae: bich, wasuuuuupp

The sudden noise scared you but you got up from the couch to go catch your phone in the kitchen table. 

(1:24)You: Are you ok?

Kbae: I thik I lost m cell 

You: No, you didn’t

It was a little late for you to deal with drunk Kenny but a side of you were worried that she wasn’t home yet.

You: Where are you?

Kbae: Im los at the bathroom 

You: Your bathroom?

Kbae: nooo im PRTYING LOL

Ok, now you are officially worried she’s going to get her head in the toilet at any moment.

You: Is anyone with you??

Kbae: no that bitc left m

So you remembered that Lisa, Kenny’s friend was there. You try to reach her with no success. You can’t believe she’s getting you out of the comfort of your couch because of her low alcohol tolerance, that dumb bitch…

You: Don’t move a single bone, I’m coming and you will pay me for this later.

The uber was almost there when you received the reply.

(1:50)Kbae: bt I hve no mony

The BTS house wasn´t that far from your place, but it was enough time for you to start regretting your decision. The single thought of a place full of people and loud noise was making you really anxious. When the Uber arrived you took at least 5 minutes getting out of the car, you knew something bad was going to happen with the bad luck you had.

The entrance had just two guys that, from what you guess, should be the security or something like that. You go straight to the door but you fail on not getting attention from the two.

“Hey, do we know you?” The blond guy ask you just when you were getting in.

“Probably not, I’m not the party type. Just here to pick up my friend.”

The blond guy look to the other that seem a little waisted.

“Yeah? What’s her name?” The waisted one shout at you.

“Kenny.”

They look at each other with a little surprise and the blond one say:

“The last time I saw her she was upstairs, are you sure she asked you here?”

“Hyung, let her in, I know her.” The voice comes from inside and you recognize it from your Contemporary Literature class, It’s Namjoon. You never thought he was into frat parties…

“Hi Y/N, I’m sorry for Yoongi and Hoseok here. They are just making sure you aren’t someone from a rival frat or something.” I laugh at the thought of it.

“It’s okay, have you seen Kenny?” You say as a proof of what he’s saying, Namjoon and Kenny are in the same major and maybe he would know where her dumb ass is.

“Not really”

When you get upstairs looking for her you see something you were afraid of seeing, but you know it was inevitable since it was a BTS party. Your ex, well not really an ex since you never had an actual relationship – what actually made the things worse. Jimin was a typical fuckboy but a smartass one for your bad luck, he was almost better than you in your classes and sweet with you. You didn’t know his fame back then and that led into you falling for someone who just saw you as a fuckbuddy. Since you never told him your real feelings, he never knew the reason for your sudden distance, he probably thought you got tired of him and with time he didn’t reach you anymore. And for it not being awkward, you made sure you didn’t took any classes with him this semester.

There you were standing in front of him kissing someone against the wall, you were just frozen in place when you remembered why you was there: Kenny. You almost run to a corridor that had a door with “WC” wrote on it.

But Kenny wasn’t there, actually there was another couple making out, which made you blush and say a lot of apologies after you saw the face of the guy: Jin. You closed the door and rested at a nearest wall, this night is getting worse and worse.

Ok, just breathe. If she’s not there, where?

You started calling her but she stopped answering you since you got there. You tried Lisa but with no success. So you decided to look downstairs but just when you’re reaching the stairs you collided with someone and thanks to your bad luck it was Jimin, of course.

“Y/N?”

“Hum… Hi.”  

“What are you doing here?”

“Kenny.”

“Oh, she made you come.”

“Yeah, you can say that.”

“Well, do you want some vodka? I know you’re not a big fan of beer.”

“Actually someone is waiting for me, sorry have to go” And you run to the closest door praying for it to be open and for the first time that night things worked out and you got no problem getting in. There was a guy in a computer in the room it took him just a few seconds to notice you.

“Hey! Don’t you know how to read? There is a sign at door saying DO NOT ENTER THIS ROOM you…” and the man sited before you turned his chair to see you.

“I’m sorry, can I hide here for a little?” He was shocked to see that you weren’t, first thing, trying to find a spot to make out – since you were alone – and second, drunk.

With a sad smile he said “Some weirdo is following you?”

I felt bad for lying but it was almost it wasn’t it?

“Yeah…”

“No problem, you can lay on the bed for a while.”

The room was not that big but it had two single beds and a study space with the most expensive-looking computer you’ve ever seen. When you sat on the bed, the guy returned to do something on the pc and put his headphones on again. When you got to see what he was doing you notice he was playing some game, who plays games on a party? Weird. Not that you were in a less awkward position.

“HYUNG, can’t you see the MAP?”

You were startled with the sudden shout and nearly jumped on the bed, then he turned to you and said:

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You just nodded and he returned to talk with someone on the game. So you remembered about the Kenny matter, where did this bitch went? You got your phone and text her like crazy, called Lisa and finally you got an idea: her roommate. You call Jisoo and she picks up rather quickly.

“Hello?” Her voice seemed a little sleepy, you must had woke her up.

“Hi, it’s Y/N. I’m sorry for waking you up but I’m trying to find Kenny. Did she go home?”

“Oh, yeah. She arrived here about 20 minutes ago, super wasted and crying. Did something happen?”

Oh, no. Seokjin.

“I don’t really know, but thanks for answering me this late.”

“It’s nothing, any time.”

“Well, good night.”

“Good night.”

Finally, the nightmare is over. Well not really over, you have to get out of this hell before that. So, you get up and go to the door, not really wanting to bother the man on his game. But he heard your steps and turned to you.

“Are you going?”

“Yeah, I’ll try to get home.” And you go back to your way.

“Wait.”

You look at him and he seems a little self-conscious with what he has to say.

“I can take you to the door so you won’t get into trouble with the guy again.” He says that with a hand on the back of his neck. You feel bad for telling him a lie and make him worry about you, he seems nice.

“Ahm, I don’t think its that of a big deal. I don’t want to bother you any more that I already had.”

“It’s no trouble at all, actually I had delivered food and it should be in the way right now.”

“Okay then.” And you two go downstairs to reach the door as you’re praying you won’t see Jimin in the way there. When you got in the balcony you called an Uber and a strange silence got to the both of you.

“Ah.. I didn’t actually got your name.”

“It’s Jungkook, and yours?”

“I’m Y/N, thanks for letting me hide on your room.”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

And the silence came again…

“Ahm… Is it your first party here? I don’t remember you from before.”

“Well, I’m not much of a party goer kind of girl.” He laugh at that and your face turned into a frown.

“I’m not laughing at you, I don’t like parties that much too as you could see.” You smile at that, yeah playing games wasn’t much of a party activity.

“Why do you live on a frat then?”

“That’s what I ask myself every day.”

That’s when your car arrived and both of you said your goodbyes.

(3:36) Jimin: Hey, missed seeing you.

 A/N: Thanks for reading, I’ll try to do part two if this one succeed. Send me a message I’d love that.  

[latinegro]

Trigger Warning

I really believe that you can tell all about a person from the way they drive. Actually, I think I know everything I need to know by simply seeing a person operate a vehicle. You have those people who drive safely because they are conscious of the fact that there are rules of the road. They are the people who are too timid to change lanes for fear that anything than bigger than a jeep is going to bear down on them. Then you have the cavalier motherfuckers who give no fucks about you on the road.

It's those cavalier people that I really cannot stand. They’re the ones that will zig-zag on the Saw Mill Parkway just to avoid any kind of traffic as if there are more than two lanes. They are the fuckers who will ride your ass no matter if you’re in the fast lane or slow lane just so you can get out of the way. I really hate those people.

Sometimes, just for giggles I will slow down and pin them between lanes especially if abuela in the green caddy next to me is going 15 miles an hour on Fort Washington. Then you see how fast motherfuckers want to get by you by swerving into oncoming traffic.

So there is no wonder that I’m fuming right now that this asshole just took my parking spot. You know how long it takes to find parking in Washington Heights? Granted I had to go to Nyack today for a cookout. I wanted to get back in time to find parking but it’s a Saturday and no one is trying to move. I found a spot right across the street from my building and as I’m about to make a U-turn, this prick comes from behind and makes a fast U-turn into my spot as I’m about to pull into it.

He’s fucking dead wrong and he knows it. I call him an asshole and he shrugs it off and smiles. I watch him as he gets out the car and closes the front door. I feel all this anger boiling over. It has been a bad fucking week. I’ve had to handle a bunch of babies at work that cannot take the fact I’m younger than them and giving them orders. My girlfriend, Monica, texted me last night that we have to talk and I already know what that means. My student loans are about to kick back in big time because all my forbearances are used up. I’m so fucked and right now, it would’ve been nice if I had just this one thing go right for me.

It takes me another 45 minutes to find parking. I got lucky by finding a spot along Broadway and Dongan Place. Normally I have a strategy for all this. Sometimes I will just circle a 10 block radius to see if anyone is leaving. They have to eventually, it’s a Saturday night. People will leave to go wherever they go or I have to simply wait at a fire hydrant for someone who doesn’t live in the neighborhood to leave and go back home. Which eventually does happen as some white lady and her black boyfriend pulls out of a spot that I immediately take.

I turn off the car and just stare at my phone. Monica apparently doesn’t believe it has taken me over an hour to find parking. I forget that she doesn’t live around here. She is perfectly fine in her Syracuse apartment where all it does there is fucking snow. This is what I get for having a long distance relationship. She never trusts me and I can’t stand it. I’m almost thirty years old and I think I deserve the benefit of the doubt. Monica thinks I have a crush on one of her chapter sisters, Yesenia, which is absurd.

I walk down Broadway texting Monica reassuring her that I am indeed walking home. I even send her a snap chat proving my exact location. Yeah, I’m not even sure why I’m with her. She’s this very hot Peruvian woman I met when I was up there for a Career Fair. I don’t go up there to hit on college girls but the business suit she had on made me think twice about what I majored in. Of course, we exchange glances and then she gives me her resume. Monica was never actually qualified for the job. I work for the bank that buys other banks, so there is no way we were going to be remotely interested in a pre-med major. But what I was interested in was those legs.

I look up from my phone and there’s that car in that parking spot that I wanted. It is still there. A dirty red Chevy Sonic that’s parked wrong with the back tire on the curb. I stop to look at the car. You can tell there is a film of greenish soot like this dude parked under a tree for a week. I can still feel my anger bubbling over. This is what I get for being cheap and opting out of the monthly parking fee that building offers.

I should keep walking right?

I realize I look crazy standing here so I pull out my wireless headphones and connect them to my phone. If anyone comes walking by, I can at least pretend that I’m on the phone. This is New York City, it isn’t uncommon to see people talk to themselves but people will stare unless they think you’re on the phone. Then pedestrians will completely ignore you. But, this doesn’t solve my issue of what to do.

Should I pee on this car? That’s totally classless but I really do have to take a leak. I can just light up asshole’s car really good because it could use some liquid. It hasn’t rained in about three weeks which means this car is gonna smell too. The only real issue it that I have a problem with public urination. Imagine me pissing out in the street when I hate to see other people do it.

I put my hand in my pocket and pull out my keys. I should key this motherfucker’s car. I know all this shit seems real petty right now, but I really need to release this anger that I have. I could draw on this dude’s car right now and not give a fuck about it. I look around to make sure no one sees me. I would have to make this real quick. I’m not only looking out for this asshole but I’m looking out for the police too. I really don’t want to give them a reason to shoot another black man. They just killed a guy in his car a few weeks ago for refusing to leave it. Fuck that.

Wait.

I’m classier than this. I have a corporate job. I work down by South Ferry. I make six figures and I live in the white part of Washington Heights. Why would I do this? More importantly, what would my dad do? Yup, he would walk away. My father was a disciplined Military man that took shit from nobody. God bless his soul. I tried my best to live up to the standards he instilled in me. I will just go upstairs and deal with my feelings.

I finally walk into my building and check the mail. Way too many bills but at least my new Playboy came in… you know, the magazine that doesn’t do nude pictures anymore. I may need to cancel my subscription to this crap. I walk into the elevator and push 6. I live on the top floor. This is not a penthouse apartment but it’s pretty decent for a two bedroom all to myself. I still hear the chimes coming from my phone. Monica is not giving this a rest. Ok, I will admit that I haven’t been the best boyfriend. That trip to Punta Cana was probably ill-advised but my buddy had his bachelor party there and what was I gonna do? Not go? Come on.

I get out of the elevator and I immediately get smacked with the aroma of arroz con gandules. Mrs Garcia must be at it again. That woman is the best cook in the building. I’m just fortunate that she offers her food since she knows I come home late from work every day. She doesn’t like the girlfriend because Monica doesn’t cook. Apparently, I remind her of her grandson.

I walk over to my apartment and let myself in. The lights are on in the living room but the rest of the apartment is dark with the exception for the bedroom. I can see a faint blue light coming from underneath the door. The television must be on. I put my keys on the hook by the door. I walk toward the living room as I kick off my shoes. I plop the mail on the couch.

I open the shades of the window and I can see the street below. I’m still looking at this asshole’s car. I was hoping that I would have distracted myself long enough that my aggravation would’ve passed. I text Monica again letting her know that I’m home and that after a shower I will call her. I toss my phone on the couch and unbutton my shirt. The one thing that I really enjoy about living alone is that I can do anything I want within these walls. If I want to walk around naked then I can do that.

I take off my pants and my shorts. The humidity in this city is crazy. I’m already sweating from that short walk from the car to the apartment. I walk to the over to the corner and pick up the one thing that is going to make me feel good, my Crosman Venom Nitro .22 Air Rifle. I open the window all the way before I take aim.

“Let me guess someone took your parking,” says a gentle and sweet voice. I wondered what took her so long to come out of the bedroom.

“I really did try to calm down,” I say as I take aim with the scope. I bought this thing at Walmart in New Jersey a few months ago. I use it for target practice to scare pigeons and cats. I’ve been getting really good at it. Every so often I may kill a bird or cat. Whatever.

I feel her naked breasts on my back as she places her chin on my left shoulder. “You’re determined to make me miss, huh?” I say as I smile and adjust my aim.

“You haven’t missed yet.”

I pull the trigger and the hear a faint shatter of his driver side windshield. I resume my aim again and fire. The rear driver windshield shatters. I look over to Yesenia and smile. She’s completely naked as she said she would be. I left her here this morning so I could go to Nyack. There was no way I was going to take her to that cookout so I decided to let her make herself at home.

“You’re right, I never seem to miss when you’re here.”

“I guess I should try harder”

Yesenia turns around and as I take aim once again. I try to concentrate as she presses her warm as against my hardening dick. Using a BB gun to shoot out windows of a car is hard enough, but to do while my dick is being stroked by such an incredible ass takes skill. I think she might just make me miss this time. 

As she normally does, she relaxes me so much that I don’t want to pull the trigger. I want to put this rifle down and enjoy her talent. But no, I’m determined to shoot out the front windshield. She must sense how determined I am, because she turns around, looks at me and grabs it. 

I remember that I met Yesenia on the same day I met Monica. She was also at the same career fair, however, she was qualified at so many things. I took her resume and she was hired by one of my colleagues. I didn’t realize they knew each other at the time.

Yesenia goes down on her knees and I recall her once telling me that she has no gag reflex. Once again she proves her case. 

As I adjust my aim, which is now shaky, I see people walking by the passenger side of the car. They have no way of knowing what just happened to this asshole’s car. But their presence forces me to wait. I look down at Yesenia and she winks. Yup, she is making it harder to concentrate. I hear the phone on the couch vibrating. It must be Monica. She still doesn’t trust me.

I don’t blame her. I pull the trigger.

[joonsoulmap-archived]

hold me by the heart || {two}

What: BTS Fic Genre: Angst Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader Words: 1.8k Warning: Strong language, curse words etc. 

{ONE}

Morning has dawned and now it is time for both parties to face the consequences of last night.

The sun streams through the crack in the blinds and causes Yoongi to twitch in his sleep. His body spasms once more as the words, “Y/N’s boyfriend” reverberate in his skull. He tries to shift more comfortably into the bed to rid himself of the noise but the presence of a warm body tucked into him makes him pause. 

A gummy smile splits his lips, and he turns to hold the person closer to his chest. It was all a bad dream, you are here now in his arms, right where you belong. 

With his eyes still closed in contentment, he lays a soft kiss on the top of the mass of hair tucked under his chin. “Wow, you're never this cuddly, what’s gotten into you? Not that I’m complaining.”

His eyes shoot open at the painful familiarity of the voice. It isn’t you. It’s her. The shock hits Yoongi as he struggles to get out of bed, the desire to remove himself from this situation getting stronger by the minute. He finally unlatches himself from her and swings his legs off the bed and onto the soft carpeted floor. Getting up, his head spins and he is unstable on his feet for a second before grabbing the arm of his desk chair. 

Pain shooting through his temples makes him squeeze his eyes shut and that is the first mistake he makes, for your hurt face comes swimming into his view again. “Fuck.” he whispers before he makes his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to down some much needed pharmaceutical help.

Taking stock of the situation he looks around his studio loft. First, he needs to get her the fuck out of here. He’s disgusted with himself, he wants to blame his intoxicated self but he knows it’s a cheap cop out. 

How could this have happened he begins to think but his heart has the answer even before his brain can form the question. “She’s moved on you fool, she’s happy with some douche-bag, and you’re still stuck here. 3 months later you’re still stuck in the same place.” it seems his heart has gained sentience and his currently whispering in his ear. 

Yoongi has had enough, he clears his mind and looks at the sleeping form still lying on his bed, the shape of her curling up like a snake in his chest and he knows what he must do.

“I’m called you an uber, you should leave.” Yoongi says in a loud voice from the kitchen, sipping on his coffee, not even bothering to kick her out politely. “I know I’m a big distraction to you baby, but let’s go get some breakfast first and then we can repeat last night.” she says in a poor attempt to entice Yoongi again. “For fuck’s sake. Get up and get dressed.” he growls in a dangerous timbre

He doesn't know if it's the hangover or her use of a term of endearment that has him almost gagging. A loud beep from the blonde man’s phone causes them both to jump. 

He checks his phone with a furrowed brow but instantly relaxes when he sees the notification. “Your über is here.” Yoongi says in his lazy drawl while waving the phone in her general direction. His back is now turned to her, he cannot bear to look at her face again. It only serves as a painful reminder.

He steps into his mobile recording studio that he set up with great pain after everything shattered to smithereens. It's the only place he can breathe, his only sanctuary. Yoongi can hear the distinct rustling of clothes and a shrill voice yelling, “You’re kidding yourself if you think you can ever get this in your life again, you asshole. Oh and btw, my name is Sun-mi, not Y/N!” a loud bang echoes through his loft and Yoongi finally lets out a deep breathe. 

He is finally alone.

He sighs as he picks up his noise-cancelling headphones and snaps them to his ears. Mellow beats of the track he’s been working on flow through and pervade his senses. 

He shuts his eyes and unconsciously (or is it on purpose?) his mind drifts to the 3 years ago, when he was grappling with the growing pains of a startup record label. He had known absolutely everything about making music. He had known absolutely nothing about running a business.

3 years ago DaeguBeats Inc.

“So why should I hire you Ms. Y/L/N? You have no previous experience in the music industry, I’m not sure how much of an asset you will be to the company.”

“You didn’t have any experience in running a startup but I don’t see you doubting your abilities to do so. Speaking of assets and liabilities, do yo have any ideas as to what current assets you possess?”

“Your interview strategy is quite unique I must say. Has pissing off the interviewer worked for you before?”

“I’ve never had an interviewer pissed off at me before, but then again I’ve never had an employer who’s as passionate about his brainchild as you seem to be.” “I’ll be honest here Mr. Min, I came to this interview, because I’m a fan of Agust D. Yes I know that’s your pseudonym. Don’t look that surprised, doesn’t take a genius to figure out. Anyway, the passion that you pour in your music really speaks to me and if you’re as passionate about this company as you are about your music, I have no doubt that this venture will be a smashing success.”

“I...I don’t know what to say really. You don't seem like the kind of person who would be into my music. You look very, how should I phrase this, straight edge? Anyway, fact of the matter is I don’t think we will be able to hire you. Your credentials are astounding however we can’t possibly afford you.”

“Aaah I came prepared for this, I know how startups work, I’m not going to hound you for financial remuneration. I might have an idea that may be mutually beneficial to us. Let me buy some DaeguBeats equity.”

“Excuse me? You're being quite presumptuous if you think I'm just going to hand over a piece of my baby over to a stranger.”

“Exactly, I understand that this company is your brainchild and I know how to work in such a way that will both preserve its integrity and increase profit manifold. You have my contact information, give my proposal some thought. Should you choose to agree to it, give me a call. No one can take better care of a this place than a fan.”

The memory makes Yoongi smile as the song continues to flow through his headphones. He was so taken aback by your boldness that he thought he would never call you back in. That was until he realized that the company needed someone exactly like you if it was to grow. With his tail between his legs, he had called you back, setting some terms to your offer. 

Slowly the two of you built DB from the ground up, running into your fair share of troubles but nothing that the two of you couldn't overcome. As the label grew, so did your friendship and soon the two of you were inseparable.

 Things came to a head when Yoongi saw you walk away from him to go on a blind date. He felt wretched that entire night and couldn't understand why he felt like that until he saw you walk into his studio at 1 am in a red dress crafted by the gods. 

He wasted no time in claiming you for himself that night, his hands flying over your body’s map. Thus you had come barraging into DaeguBeats and Min Yoongi’s life. 

Neither had ever been the same again.

“So tell me again, why you pretended to be my boyfriend last night? Sorry I was too out of it to interrogate you last night.” you say sternly to your roommate and best friend of 3 months, Jung Hoseok.

“I don't know Y/N, it was totally spur of the moment, clearly that dick can't take no for an answer, so I decided to handle it man to man.” Hoseok answers sheepishly, looking everywhere but towards your face.

“Really Hobi? Because this whole “macho” act of yours is going to open a whole can of worms that I do not have the energy to deal with.” you say to the orange haired man in a tone that comes off angrier than you intend.

Hoseok winces at acid in your voice and replies softly, “Y/N I care about you ok? I wasn't going to just stand back and let some ass stand in our doorway and treat you like that. I don't regret what I did for a second, and I would do it again.” he finishes defiantly.

Your features soften at the unwavering loyalty Hobi shows, that is one of the reasons why you opened up to him so quickly and why you trusted him enough to let him move in with you. He is the exact antithesis of Yoongi. The best best friend you could have asked for.

“I'm being ungrateful. Thank you for what you did for me last night. I was so flustered I wouldn't have known how to react. I owe you big.” you say with the biggest smile you can muster, hopping off the bar stool in your kitchen, heading to the bathroom to get ready for work.

“I'll come collecting one day so don't you forget it!” Hobi hollers after your retreating figure with a giant smile on his face.

“I hope the next time I call myself your boyfriend, it won't be a lie.” Hoseok whispers to himself in the quiet of your living room.

3 months ago YSJ Entertaintment HQ

“Err.. are you ok? You've been crying in the dance studio for half an hour. Usually I would've let you have the space in peace but my trainees are coming in to practice soon and I don't want your privacy disturbed.”

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm such a mess. I'll get out of your way right now.”

“It's not a problem… by the way I’ve never seen you around here. You look a little older than our average trainee age.”

“Oh sorry I'm so impolite I didn't even introduce myself, I'm Y/L/N Y/F/N. I'm the new associate director for finance for the company.”

“You're a director? What are you doing down here with the little people? Wait, don't cry again… err… I'm the company choreography, the name’s Jung Hoseok but you can call me Hobi. Stick with me kid, I'll show you the ropes.”

“Th-thank you Mr. Jung. I appreciate the kindness. It's my first day I could really use all the help I can get.”

“Please call me Hobi. Let’s start with the staff cafeteria, they make the best kimbap this side of Seoul. While we’re headed there you can fill me in on what has got such a beautiful lady like you in such copious tears.”