#i randomly started singing it today and was suddenly slammed with the realization that it's a perfect song for

[all-that-jazz-93]

Nothing like the feeling of suddenly (through the lens of a fictional character) understanding a song you've listened to dozens of times over literally half your life

[golbrocklovely]

never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

[sakura-ame-no-ai]

"on caffeine."

pairings: kenma kozume x reader

genre: fluff

a/n: i felt a little kenma today, so this one is a little more "spaced-out" or just "randomly-torn-out-from-the-notebook" kind of feel if you get what i mean... anyways, enjoy! :) (i'm a little surprised that there were some people who liked my last fanfiction i wrote lol)

"kyanmaaaaaa?!" kuroo screams.

kuroo currently stands in the doorway of kenma's room, eying the see-through containers on the floor. they're obviously coffee jugs used to fill up coffee in the coffee machine.

you sit beside kenma, watching him trying to beat the difficult level of the game repeatedly as he quickly chugs the content of another coffee jug. his eyes are glued to the screen, focusing on every action of his small character, who is jumping and dodging about in order to evade the fire pellets spat out from a plant-looking monster sitting on the right side of the screen.

at this moment, kuroo scrambles over to the computer and forcefully turns off the pc system by jabbing the power off button on the screen forcefully. the screen instantly blinks into a pitch-black, making you and kenma look at kuroo incredulously.

"kuro! we were about to beat that boss!" you whine angrily, looking back at the now dark screen.

kuroo doesn't care though. instead, he swipes away the coffee jug that kenma is about to take another swig from and collects the remaining jugs from the floor.

"both of your eyes need a break," he lectures, wearing a stern expression.

"you two have been superglued to that computer since high school started like glitter glued to paper."

"kuro, at least we do what we're supposed to," kenma retorts, his eyebrows furrowing into a mad frown.

kuroo frowns back.

"cut the lies, kenken. you've been skipping meals with n/n and you know it. you two can't survive off of caffeine, tannin, xanthine, or any of that shit. you two are literal coffee addicts."

"ahem, it's not me drinking the coffee?" you point out, mad at him about being accused of drinking coffee.

you watch the bedhair march towards the trash can and lift it up, showing you its contents that contains unhealthy sugary drinks. obviously, you were the only suspect who would drink them.

"well, n/n, if you're trying to live by eating glucose, then become a tree and photosynthesize. even plants do better than you."

with that, kuro places the jugs and trash can down on the carpeted floor. the next thing he does pisses you and kenma off. he checks the wiring behind the computer screen, unplugs the wire cable that is supposed to project anything that was inside the computer system, and pockets it.

the two of you stare at him in silence as he lifts up the things he placed on the ground and exits the room, closing the door behind him.

"goddAMMIT, TETSUROU!! GET THE FUCK BACK!!" you screech, rushing to the door.

"COME BACK YOU LITTLE- eh?"

you are taken by surprise as the doorknob won't even budge no matter how much you try to turn it.

with the help of kenma, you try other ways to bust the door open, like pulling the knob, pushing the door, and even slamming into it. every attempt you make is proven unsuccessful and you sink down onto your knees in exhaustion.

eventually, the two of you give up.

"looks like he stuck a knife in the door since he knew there's no lock on it," kenma states, peeking at the crack between the door and the door frame.

"and he knew he'd be dead as hell if he stole the cable for the computer," you sigh, plopping on the bed.

you live in the same apartment as kenma, but your room is down the hall and nothing connects it other than that hallway. because kuroo locked you inside, there's no way to even make an escape down the hall.

"damn it, that sly feline..."

"maybe, we play games on your phone?" suggests kenma, his eyes looking hopeful.

you sit up excitedly.

"that's actually a great ide- wait, no. my phone's in my jacket, which is in the living room."

kenma exhales in despair.

"my phone isn't in my room, either. i left it in the kitchen, i think."

good grief, now both of your plans are ruined, unfortunately.

kenma plops onto the bed next to you, and you stare at the ceiling boringly with him.

"man, is there anything else we can do other than doing absolutely nothing?" you ask, closing your eyes.

kenma only shrugs, making you groan sadly.

now that you're fully aware of the room you're in, you begin to realize the chilly air surrounding you since you're wearing short-sleeves.

"i'm cold."

kenma notices you wrapping your arms around yourself and the slight shivering of your body. if he had been wearing his nekoma jacket, he'd lend that to you. however, he isn't wearing it, and he was too lazy to get up and take a walk to the closet and back just to get the jacket.

he takes a moment to examine the soft and fluffy covers that both of you are currently laying on before lifting it up, making a hole that's enough for him to slip in.

he holds the blanket cavern open and looks at you, which you understand without him speaking. you fit yourself inside the covers with your body squeezing against his as kenma closes the entrance to the cavern to your shoulders.

with the covers enclosing kenma's warmth around you, you feel a sense of security.

the feeling that everything is going to be alright.

kenma usually isn't that inviting though. deep inside you know it. he's usually reserved and he doesn't really give a crap to kuroo. he usually doesn't really care for you, too, even though you're his best friend.

maybe it's because of the caffeine that kenma is willing to give you such an intimate opportunity. he usually doesn't get too hyper when he drinks coffee, but he's usually a little more welcome and emotional after consumption.

but, that doesn't matter now.

you feel the soft feeling of an arm wrap around your shoulders, and a small push that makes the side of your face lean against his chest.

there, you experience the soothing sound of his heartbeat pumping at a steady pace ever so peacefully.

"i guess staying like this while not having video games is not that bad," kenma points out. "even though it'd be better with video games though."

you are about to agree with him out loud, but a light drift of exhaustion takes over you. your thoughts become fuzzy and your eyelids gradually close.

there was nothing you could do, other than to agree with him silently as you drift off into a peaceful slumber.

nothing can be ever so inviting without him by your side.

suddenly, you get jolted awake by the clack of a doorknob. although your vision is still blurry, you are still able to see.

a crack of light shines into the dark room from the door as you hear someone sing in a low voice, "kenkeeeeeeeeen... n/nnnnn-"

but, the singing gets cut off and before you know it, you realize it's kuroo who has just come into the room, staring silently at you and kenma on the bed in a cuddling position.

he blinks at you.

you blink back at him. and then, you start clearing your throat, trying to resolve the embarrassing scene.

"ahem. kuro. i can explain."

[they-dont-get-my-back]

Anything to sign?

(edit by @jungwooandhearts​ - thank you so much <3<3<3)

The story has “y/n” in it, but in fact, this is a gift for the absolute joy of my life, the warmest sunshine, the loveliest 여동생 that a person can wish for, the one and only @sno0pywoo​ . Jiwon, thank you for being here, thank you for reaching out and meeting me, thank you for all your kind words, I love you <3<3<3 Happy holidays! And now, the story :)

You feel like little Charlie coming into Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. But instead of a golden ticket, you have a golden barcode that was randomly selected in the middle of the concert. Yes, you defeated all the other thousands of evil, greedy, selfish fans. You were picked because of your pure heart. And, of course, because of that barcode, a completely random set of numbers.

You’re clutching your concert ticket as the female staff member guides you through the backstage maze. Suddenly, you wish you wouldn’t be alone. What if you say something stupid or embarrassing? What if you trip over and make a complete fool out of yourself? There won’t be any place to hide. You get so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even realize the lady had stopped walking. You bump into her and she gives you a weird look. „Sorry,“ you say in tiny voice. „It’s okay. Now listen to me carefully. No hugging, no holding hands, no high fives, no touching whatsoever.“ „Okay.“ You tried to remember everything the lady listed. „No calls, no recording, no pictures, no videos, no live tweeting, streaming or insta-storying. Give me your phone.“ „But…“ You squeezed your handbag. „What if I need to call someone?“ „That’s exactly what we don’t want you to do. Have you been listening?“ You obediently give her your phone. „Open your handbag for me, would you?“ „Don’t worry, I don’t have any guns or knives, haha.“ „Ha-ha, now open that handbag.“ „Sorry.“ You let her peek at the mess inside your bag. „Fine. Do you remember all the things you’re not allowed to do?“ „Yes. But just to be sure, what can I do?“ „Talk. You can talk.“ And with that she opened the door leading to the dressing room. 

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She walks right in and you follow her. The room is rather small, filled with costumes, bags, props, some water bottles, half eaten chips, half eaten cookie, an empty ramyeon cup and some general trash scattered here and there. Cozy. Amidst all this, there is Jungwoo, sitting in front of a big mirror, furiously pressing buttons on his phone. „Ah… the battery…“ he sighs. „Jungwoo, this is y/n.“ „Oh! I apologize, I got distracted. Hello! I am NCT’s Jungwoo!“ he says in his distinctive voice and flashes a bright smile. You wish you could scream. You wish you could cry. You wish you could do any kind of reaction, but you need to stay calm. „Hi, good evening, Mr. Jungwoo sir, I am very honoured to meet you also it’s my pleasure and I’m so happy nice to meet you how was your day?“ Well, that didn’t go entirely as planned. Jungwoo raised his hand to his mouth in amazement. „Gosh, you’re too cute!“ Did he just call you cute? You? Of all people? Did he maybe consider that any object in this room is way cuter than you? The staff lady interrupted your chaotic thread of thoughts. „You have 5 minutes.“ You nod and expect her to leave the room, but she remains firmly on her spot by the door. Ah, so that’s how it’s going to be. Of course, did you think they’d leave you alone with an idol? Silence creeps up into the dressing room. Oh, this is probably the part where you should start talking. „Umm…“ „Just a sec,“ Jungwoo interrupts your courageous speech. „Noona, could you please get me a phone charger? My battery died. Honestly, for a phone this expensive, you would expect it to have more power, I’d only been playing that game for two hours…“ The lady shifts in her place uncomfortably. She doesn’t agree with Jungwoo’s idea. „Pleeeeeease. I think me and… umm…“ he gestures at your direction. „Me. Oh. Y/n.“ „Yes of course, I think me and y/n will manage just fine.“ You realize that this is how every bad fanfiction starts and your heartbeat quickens. „Fine, I’ll be back in one minute.“ She looks at you. „Don’t – close - the doors.“ With that she leaves the room.

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„She still has my phone, huh.“ You wonder if your phone will get misplaced and you forget about it and only realize it at home and then you’ll have to call the company from your mum’s phone and they’ll tell you that someone will bring the phone back to you and that someone will be Jungwoo, standing by your door – no no wait. Reality check! „Earth to y/n!“ Jungwoo smiles at you and waves. „Hi!“ Darn it. How many times will you embarrass yourself today? Meanwhile, Jungwoo got up from his chair by the mirror and moved to stand by the door. That makes sense, as it’s his only escape route. You know, just in case. „How did you like our concert?“ he asks and leans his back on the half-open door. „It was amazing! All of you are really talented, we are so thankful to have you. And you sing and dance so well!“ „Haha, NCT is lucky to have you, our Czennies! What is your favourite choreo?“ „Oh, um… Umm…“ Ah, why would he ask such a difficult question? „Umm, probably Regular!“ It’s the first one that comes to your mind. „Oh, regular, huh?“ Jungwoo attempts to do the signature move, but the door that he’s leaning on suddenly moves and he looses his footing. He throws his hands into the air and falls backwards, slamming the door behind him shut.

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Oh dear. What just happened? Jungwoo’s lying on the floor, head in his hands, a painful expression on his face. „Ow…“ „Are you alright?“ you ask worriedly. Please don’t faint, I don’t know how to perform resuscitation. You offer him your hand to help him stand up. As he’s about to grab it, you remember the rules. „No touching!“ You pull your hand back. Jungwoo looks at you like a kid that has just been denied his favourite cheesecake. „S-sorry,“ he says with a pout and gets up from the floor with great effort. He pulls the door handle, but the door remains closed. He tries again, rattling the whole frame, but to no avail. He looks at you, both hands still on the handle. „Haha… the door… won’t open. Hehe…“ he tries to laugh it out, but it’s pretty clear how nervous he is. You take a few quick steps towards the door, but you stop in your tracks when you see Jungwoo flinch. „I’m… I’m not going to hurt you, I swear! I just wanted to try to open it myself.“ „You think you’re stronger than me?“ Jungwoo crosses his arms. „ No, I just… wanted to…“ you step back, till you reach the opposite corner of the dressing room. This is a nightmare. All you wanted was to say hi to your favourite idol, maybe get his autograph and then cherrish this memory till the rest of your life. Instead you’re trapped with him in a tiny room and he fears you. You sigh. „Hmpf! Where’s the hidden camera, huh?“ „Camera?“ Jungwoo repeats and starts looking around himself frantically. „Oh, is this supposed to be a joke? Haha, very funny!!! Ahaha, I knew it! I knew it aaaaall the time. Wow, y/n, you’re such a good actress, but honestly, I saw right through you, from the very first moment you stepped in. Noone can be this awkward, haha, you played that part really well!“ „I was just joking.“ „Yeah I know, that’s what I’m saying. I mean the whole fall I did? That was just an act! Surprised you, huh? Now who’s the better actor here, hehet!“ he raises his arms in the air and does a little victory dance, then hisses and grabs his lower back all of a sudden with a painful expression. „Oww… There’s no camera, right?“ „I don’t think so.“ „So it’s not a prank?“ „Probably not.“ „This is all really stupid and we’re acting like idiots, right?“ „Yes, you a-- we are.“

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For the first time, you see Jungwoo smile genuinely. „Sorry for that. Please don’t spread this on Twitter, there’s enough silly gossip going around even without this, haha.“ „It’s okay, don’t worry.“ The awkward silence returns. You decide to risk it. „You know, I’m sorry if I frightened you in any way. I just really admire you as an artist and I wanted to thank you for working so hard. You should know that you’ve made many people happy and we’re really grateful for that. What you’ve been able to achieve this year, to grow like this, it’s impressive and I hope you’re proud of yourself.“ You feel relieved, the stress and tension leaving your body. Jungwoo looks at his feet and then looks up at you again with a smile. „I am, I really am.“ You share another smile. „So! I guess we’ll be here for a while, until noona comes back with the charger. Do you have anything you want me to sign?“ You nod excitedly and hand him the Resonance album. „Ah! Nice, you bought our album! Thank you for your support.“ He scribbles down his signature, adding a tiny „Zeus“ underneath. „There you go!“ Wow, Kim Jungwoo just signed your album. You stare at his signature like it’s the most important and significant thing in the whole universe right now, completely forgetting that Jungwoo himself is still standing right in front of you. His sigh brings your attention back to him. He’s chewing on his marker, brows frowning, eyes gazing to the ceiling. „I feel like writing more. And drawing. I feel like drawing! Do you have anything else I could write on?“ „Just my… planner. An organizer.“ „Oh, sweet! Show me!“

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You hand him the notebook filled with exam dates, test dates, meetings, school project deadlines, doctor appointments and your own scribbles and notes. Today’s date is circled in red and there are several hearts flowing around. „Aw, I guess you were really looking forward to our concert, huh?“ He sits down by the mirror and pats the chair next to him. „Come sit!“ So you sit down and watch him, with poorly hidden fascination, flipping through your notebook, adding notes and drawing tiny pictures. Firstly, he writes „Thank you for cheering for us today“ to today’s date and draws a couple of stars. „Ah, you have so much homework to do, so many exams, school must be really hard and stressful, huh?“ he asks with a worried look. „Yeah, it’s tough sometimes. But I’m not giving up!“ „Wooow, that’s the spirit! You’re a fighter!“ he raises his fist in the air and smiles and you feel like he’s just poured a year worth of positive energy into your mind. With this power, you can do just about anything, no matter how hard the task would be. He scribbles „Fighting!“ and „I’m rooting for you!“ to most of your exam dates and deadlines along with several smiley faces, hearts and stars. He looks like he’s enjoying it and it genuinely makes him happy and so relaxed, he even starts humming. „Oh? What’s this?“ He points to a date titled „MOVIE PROJECT“. „Yeah me and my friends are making a movie for our school project. We wrote a script, got the camera, costumes, setting, everything! We’ve shot most of it already. It was quite fun, hehe.“ „So you’re a filmmaker, awesome! Perhaps I’ll get to see your movies in the cinema one day?“ You highly doubt that, but it flatters you anyway and you blush. „What’s the title?“ „Hmm, we haven’t picked a name yet.“ „Ah, I see…“ Jungwoo seems to think for a bit and then gets to writing again. Next to the deadline, he scrawls „너의 이름이 뭐야?“ and then admires his art from a distance. He seems satisfied with it and you feel your heart melting. „KIM JUNGWOO!“ someone outside the room yells and bangs on the door and it startles both you and Jungwoo so much that you jump in your seats in unison. „Don’t let her see this.“ Jungwoo whispers and hands you your notebook back. You nod and shove it back to your handbag while rushing to the door. „Yes, noona, we’re still here, but the door--“ The said door swings open – all it took was one mighty kick from a furious manager. She scans the room, you and Jungwoo both look startled, but it doesn’t look like you were doing anything suspicious or inappropriate. She fixes her gaze on you. „I said. Don’t. Close. The. Door.“ „It wasn’t her, noona, it was… the… umm…“ „The wind.“ You tried to help. “The wind?” “Ah, yes,” Jungwoo tries to elaborate. “The wind! Don’t you feel how windy it is in here? Brrrr, I’m freezing because of that stupid draft! Be careful not to catch a cold, noona.” “Uh-huh. Sure.” The manager is clearly not convinced, but decided to let it go. “Your time is up, let’s go.” “Ah,” you don’t want to go, but what can you do? “Thank you for meeting me, thank you for all your hard work.”  “Thank you for not giving up on me and yourself.” Jungwoo smiles brightly. “Fighting!” “Fighting~~!” You feel so happy and moved you could cry. You take one last look on Jungwoo, so bright and cheerful, and then you leave the dressing room.

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As you’re leaving the concert venue, your phone back in your handbag, you know, you just know, that what you’ve shared with Jungwoo in that room, won’t ever repeat again. This special moment was once in a life time experience and you’re so happy that of all people it was you, who could experience it. You’re not going to share or post his words, notes or drawings anywhere. These were made just for you and they shall remain only yours. <3 

[samanthabrielle]

Gendry x Arya [after the proposal]

(I’ve been crying since this morning because of episode 4, I rewatched the scene over 10 times today already. I know they love each other and we could not expect Arya to say yes to that, but all our hearts are breaking for Gendry and this is something I wanted to think to comfort myself everything would still turn out good. I’m assuming things happening behind what is seen in the series. Enjoy reading and thank you if you do.) 

***

His head was spinning. He stood there frozen, staring at his feet. Each twang from her bow was like a snap on his ears. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, he didn’t really know, all he felt was his stomach lurching, gurgling and then heaving. His feet was cold from the wind. He slowly dragged himself out of the storage. Arya was saying something but he doesn’t here it anymore. Drunk with all that he heard. His head swimming. He felt the cold bite his cheeks and realize he was already in the courtyard.

He started towards the forge, to keep himself warm. But when he got there, no one has stoked the fire. It took him twice as long as it should have to make the fire. His cold hands was barely able to move. Alone in the forge, he glanced at the glass strewn across the table. Metal scraps and a bit of cloth. He found himself looking longingly at the entrance, even with opened eyes, he could almost see her standing there, a brow raised as she watched him hammer iron. He shook his head once, twice, and again to push the memory away. 

He clapped his hands, the echo louder than he expected. He headed out to grab the wasted breast plates and armor he collected earlier today. He knew nothing but this. This is what he was good at. This he knew perfectly well. He slammed the armor on the cluttered table and searched for his hammer. 

***

She stood there watching him silently. She had no words to say anymore. Nothing she can say will change what she has already said. She was definitely not taking her word back. She was no lady. She thought he already knew that. She’s been saying it over and over again and she doesn’t understand how can he not understand that. She was infuriated, she felt as if he’d back her down in one corner. But his eyes, his eyes were no longer a storm. His eyes was what made her more infuriated. There was something missing in those eyes. She didn’t understand how to change it again. To bring back the fire and storm it had just a few minutes ago. The glint in his eyes as he told her he loved her. That she was beautiful. That she worth all those things. She stood there trying to shoot more arrows, when he suddenly lurched forward, as if to be sick, but kept moving forward instead, as if not seeing her, leaving quietly and stumbling across the courtyard. 

She didn’t want to follow him. She knew he needed time. Needed to accept her answer. 

But she argued herself as she raced to the battlements. Looking over the stones to see his slumped figure in the darkness as he made his way back to the forge. Stopping randomly and swaying again as if he was drunk. He went inside the forge and she could no longer see. She wanted to make sure he was alright but thought better than following him there. He needs time to accept it. It would be unfair for her to keep on giving him false hope. She knows what she needs to do, and bringing him with her will not be a very wise decision. She knew he’ll do anything for her. That was exactly the problem. 

She willed herself to get back to her chambers, had to drag her own feet from turning back. 

Sansa was on her way back too. Arya didn’t even notice her turning the corner. Sansa stared at her sister before taking a step towards her.

“The Dragon Queen has been giving lands and titles tonight. Did you hear?” Sansa’s straight face was not enough for Arya to be convinced she didn’t know exactly who she was talking about.

“I heard” biting her lip, Arya knew Sansa was asking more than that. 

“His loyalty cannot be bought though.” Sansa searched her sister’s face for the answer she was looking for, but Arya’s mask was sturdy, her eyes fixed on the chamber doors they were approaching.

“No, they cannot.” Arya turned to her door, “Good night Sansa.” she said without facing her sister. Her stomach lurching as if she was to go sick. Sansa still stood behind Arya’s door, thinking whether she should ask more questions, but thought better of herself and walk to her chambers.

Arya bit her lip hard, until she tasted blood. She closed her eyes, but all she can see was his blue eyes, deep as the ocean, staring at her. His eyes will never be the same, she thought. The storm was gone. They became empty pits of ocean water. She opened her eyes but she still can’t get it out of her head. She pulled of her cloak and layers of clothing and slipped in to her bed clothes, pulling all the blankets close to her. Her stomach felt as if she had a batch of bad eggs. It was a pain she never felt before, growing and spreading to her insides like wildfire. She was having trouble breathing and had to sit up in her bed, her arms felt tingling and she closed her fists close to her heart, feeling its beat as it drummed out of her chest. Her face stinging as if she was swarmed by bees. It was then that she realized she was crying. She buried her head in her hands and felt a river of tears in her face. She doesn’t know how she slept, curled up at one corner of her bed, her face smothered in a pillow as she cried herself to sleep.

***

Gendry was on his sixth armor when he realized the sun was already up. His arms were covered in soot and ash. He was covered in sweat and soot in the middle of the forge, his ragged breathing and the singing metal was the only thing he knew in this world. It was Davos who had to slam 3 swords on his table before he pulled himself out of the trance he has been in.

“I thought you were celebrating your Lordship all night, not cooped up here to work.” His eyebrows were raised as if to ask his problem.

“There’s a lot of work to be done.” He mumbled, turning up the breast plate he’s been hammering, smoothing the surface before hammering on it again.

Davos came round his table before standing in front of Gendry again. His eyes squinting at him as if something was there to be seen. But whatever he saw, he did not bother pointing out. Davos simply picked up one of the armors he’s finished working on the whole night. 

“You were not in the council this morning.” Davos made his voice clear over the hammering that was growing louder and louder. His eyes were focused on the metal armor, but Gendry knew the old man was watching him carefully.

“No need for me to be there, I’m better working here in the smithy.” Gendry did not bother hiding the anger in his tone anymore. He just wanted to be out with it. He wanted to be left alone as soon as possible.

They both stood there quietly as they both listened to the clang and bang of the hammer against the armor for what seemed to be hours.

Finally Davos broke his silence “being lord of Storm’s End will suit you.”

“I am no lord of anything.” he quickly answered before hammering too fast, too hard, causing his hard work to go to waste by bending the arm plate out shape. He sighed in frustration and chucked the arm plate to the fire, causing Davos to jump at his sudden burst of anger. Gendry took his hammer and almost slammed it on the table too, but caught himself and thought better of it. He simply let it fall on the table before slumping his shoulders and headed back to the store room, wanting to be left alone. 

But Davos followed him quietly and watched him sit by his makeshift cot. Gendry picked up the bucket of water and clean cloth and he started to wipe the soot of his face, hands and arms. 

Davos sighed in resignation and left Gendry alone in his thoughts, thinking better than to bombard him with anymore questions. “We’re leaving for King’s Landing this afternoon. Jon will want you to join him once you’ve gathered your men.” Davos approached him carefully, putting a hand over his shoulder “You’re a good man lad. Whatever may have been her reason, I’m sure you’ll come to terms with it.” Gendry’s eyes snapped up to look the old man in his face, worn and tired, but the old man gave him an encouraging nod. Gendry only nodded as he dipped his head to look at his feet again. He heard the rustling of robes and when he looked up he was alone again.

***

He was not in the dining hall all day. Arya waited to see if he would look for her this morning. Her eyes raked the courtyard but found no sign of him. She did not dare go near the forge in case she won’t be able to stop herself from talking to him again. It was Davos she sees climbing the stairs as she made her way to the walls of the castle. “My lady.” he greeted, his eyes sweeping her from head to toe. She felt his gaze lingering longer than usual, but his face was full of ... regret? She cannot be sure. She cleared her throat before walking away. “He’s a good lad my lady, I wish you knew that.” She could still feel his eyes behind her but Arya froze at his words.

Her mind went racing in an instant. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she tried to search her tongue for an answer. She spun on the heels of feet, facing the old man and stared at his eyes. “Excuse me?”

“Lord Gendry, my lady. He’s a good lad.” Davos had a pained look in his eyes, he shook his head.

“I know that Sir Davos. And please don’t call me that. Its Arya.” she said it icily. Her tone very much that of Sansa’s when she commands. Arya turned again and walked quickly to her chambers. She clutched her heart once she closed the door behind her. Biting back the tears that threatened her eyes again.

***

A week has passed and Gendry has lived in the forge since, refusing to go out even for meals, Keepley started to bring him bowls of rice by the second day he refused to go out. The Hound even brought him ale the fort night and asked to have a sword. Gendry saw no signs of her. He couldn’t stop himself from hoping she would come, a new wish for her weapon in hand. But every time he saw a glimpse of a furred cloak, it was not hers. He stomped and hammered once more after realizing she won’t come. He wanted to bash his hands in his own hammer, but he can never do it. By the end of a quarter moon, he finished all the armors and swords, and arrows needed for the troops. He laid down in bed half-asleep, looking up at the ceiling when he heard it. As if the wind carried it down to him, her voice was like that of an angel, he wasn’t sure if he dreamed it. “Gendry” just his name, as if called by the howling wind. It was all he needed to be fully awake. He sat right up and squinted in the pitch black darkness of the night. A blow of the wind seem to pass and it was quiet again. He let himself lie awake the rest of the night, thinking over and over again about what she said. But in the end, he wanted nothing but to hold her again, to feel her lips against his, to feel her warm hands on his neck as she reached for him. 

*** She closed the door swiftly and quietly behind her. She sighed in relief to be back in her chambers. She wan’t able to stop herself tonight. She was leaving tomorrow and she wanted to see him for the last time. His face was still half- covered in soot when he slept. She wanted nothing but to take the cloth by his table and wipe his face. To feel his warm cheeks against he palm. To feel his warms hands against her waist and his sturdy arms around her. To see the glint of the storm in his eyes again. But she knew better than to wake him. Instead she said his name over and over again in her head, as if a prayer, but when she breathed, she may have whispered his name. It was enough to wake him in the dead of night, but she knew he won’t be able to see her as she quickly stepped into the darkness. She can’t let him know she was there, he was in enough pain as it is. She couldn’t bare seeing those hollow ocean pits again when she broke his heart. 

She crawled back in her bed that felt cold even under the furs. It was as if the Night King himself was in her room, forcing her to freeze dead into the night.

***

[flexingmustache-blog]

The damp air was pressing on him, licking the nape of his neck, and bogging his lungs - but he liked it. Beads of sweat were gathered permanently across his forehead, and it seemed all of his exposed skin had a sheen to it. His breath came easy and evenly, the tips of his black gloves resting in the moist earth as he crouched beneath varied green vegetation. His muscles were relaxed, but his eyes were darting from one area to another, catching any patterns the beasts may express. Their sharp scent stung his nostrils, but he did his best to ignore it. The driving force today was hunger, and the large raptor eggs were the target.

Before coming to the jungle, he hadn’t known these animals existed. They were truly magnificent, pure hunting and ravaging machines, and he held a surprising respect for the primitive creatures. He had found their nesting ground, and it seemed they didn’t keep to their own nest; instead, the wandered the entire ground and checked on each clutch of eggs. Interesting... A tall female began to stroll toward his hiding spot, her dark eyes focused on the nest that was closest to the unknown spy. She bent her neck and nudged the eggs randomly, pushing them closer together. Her nostrils flared and she took a few deep breaths, her snout suddenly pointing toward the cluster of ferns. For a tense moment, she watched the leaves carefully. Satisfied nothing was amiss, she turned and moved further into the nesting ground.

A stream of sweat trickled down Yarwood’s neck and stopped at the small hollow, pooling at the middle of collar bones. He swallowed hard, letting out the breath he had been holding with a slow whoosh. After another glance around with red-brown eyes, he decided now was the time. Muscles tensed as he shifted forward, timing his sprint to the targeted nest. One more glance to the patrolling raptors, and he lunged forward, his eyes dropping to the clutch of eggs twenty feet ahead. His boots gripped the packed earth easily, allowing him to sprint forward in a matter of seconds. With his heartbeat singing in his ears, Yarwood slid the last few feet on his thigh, arms extended to immediately start gathering the eggs. Luckily, the eggshells were rough, and he was able to hastily shove three, then four eggs into his bag. A shrill screech cut through the humid air, and Yarwood took that as his cue to leave.

He cinched the top and headed back the way he had come at a dead run. He burst through his previous shelter, his right arm cradling the stolen goods and his left arm pumping at his side. He didn’t dare glance over his shoulder, as he knew what he would see: a very angry mother raptor with blood in her eyes hot on his trail. The hairs along the back of his neck lifted as he changed direction, heading for a thick copse of trees. The trunks were large and close together, and their gnarled roots gathered and knotted at the soil. As he reached the first tree, he began to pant as he went through his very short list of options. The raptor was a large beast, and unable to make sharp turns. So, it was here he would make a stand.

His boots worked fast as he climbed over the first set of roots, spinning and sidestepping to reach the next tree. The bark was wet, and he slipped a few times but caught himself with his free hand. He could hear claws and teeth on wood, and that made him pirouette faster. A foot slipped and he slammed into a trunk, and he could hear the unmistakable crunch of eggshell. He let out an exasperated groan, hoping beyond all hope that this trouble wasn’t all for naught. Beginning to tire, he grunted and growled his way further into the tight grouping of trees, the sound of the mother raptor getting further away. He was right - she couldn’t get into the trees!

When he was satisfied that he had pushed far enough into the trees, he slumped against a trunk and openly panted. His chest developed a stitch on the left side, and he clutched it as he slid down to his rump. He took a few moments to catch his breath, reluctant to look in the bag. Eventually, he worked up the courage and loosened the top, reaching in to bring out an egg. However, he was met with something extremely sharp, and he quickly pulled his hand back with a pained yeow! Dangling from his thankfully-gloved index finger was a tiny, slimy, scaly thing, chomping and scratching and thrashing about. Yarwood’s jaw dropped in disbelief, before another good chomp brought him back to reality. “What... What’re you doing, you litte bugger?!” He let the sack rest between his legs on the tree root and grabbed the struggling raptor on its snout, slowly prying its teeth from the black leather. Even though its whole head fit in Yarwood’s palm, the reptile still fought against him. He slid his hand down to its neck and cupped his hind feet in his other hand, trying to hold it still and not drop it.

After a few moments, the raptor realized its struggle was futile, and he looked up at its captor with a small snarl, its tail twitching back and forth. Yarwood could only laugh, a loud belly-shaking cackle, the full scenario playing out in his mind in a comedic fashion. “You’ve got to be joshin’ me,” he muttered, eyes going back to his newest problem. “And what am I to do with you, yeah? Did you crack my other eggs?” Yarwood glanced into the bag and groaned, slumping once more. The raptor clicked then trilled, as if proud of itself. 

[6-v-6]

Title: ??? idk Five Drunk Idiots

WC: 2k

Pairing: OT5

Rating: none, there’s some dirty humor that’s it

anyways this is a short dumb thing I wrote for @flower-taemin since it’s her birthday today (go wish her happy birthday!!!!!) I love you bells I’m not creative or talented so this is all I could do for now but I hope u still like it even if it sucks <3 This is basically based on ot5 getting drunk together and ending up at kibum’s house idk

None of them had planned on getting drunk.

By the time their concert ended, all five of them dripping sweat and grinning breathlessly at each other as they changed, the last thing on Kibum’s mind was getting wasted. It’s not that he was against the idea, per se, but he had already started to fantasize about soft beds and warm showers when Jinki brought up the idea.

“Is anyone hungry?”

The change in atmosphere was immediate, morphing from lazy contentment to muted excitement as the two youngest members perked up at the mention of food. Kibum felt a twinge in his own stomach, but he was in the middle of a diet and hesitant to break it. The company wasn’t as strict with him anymore when it came to such things, but with an upcoming comeback Kibum had felt a sudden cloying need to slim up for their fans.

“I want ramen,” Taemin said, pulling his shirt over his head as their stylists expertly side-stepped his flailing arms. Day four, Kibum noted as he watched, mildly disgusted. Taemin was apparently set on making a record out of how long a person could wear the same shirt and get away with it. Again. The longest he’d ever gone was two weeks, and by then no one in the dorm could stand to be within six feet of him.

As his gaze zeroed in on a mysterious stain at the hem of Taemin’s collar, he was suddenly, painfully glad that he had his own apartment now.

“No way, we just had that for lunch. Let’s get barbeque,” Minho, predictably, began to argue.

Kibum silently cursed his life as the two started bickering in earnest, looking ridiculous as they hopped around in various states of undress.

“We always have barbeque though.”

“Yeah, well not everyone likes to eat the same thing for an entire day straight.”

“But there’s like, sixty different kinds of ramen!”

“Pouring ranch dressing into noodles doesn’t count as ramen, Taemin.”

“I don’t expect you to understand my refined taste in cuisine. And besides, I didn’t force you to eat ramen during my solo stage, you did this to yourself.”

Jinki was starting to look like he regretted asking.

“Actually, I want ramen too--” the words had barely left Jonghyun’s lips when Kibum had decided he’d had enough.

“We’re getting barbeque.”

Everyone fell silent at that, Taemin giving him an offended look from where he stood, pants pulled halfway up his thighs. Minho gave a loud whoop of victory and nearly tripped over in his attempt to latch himself onto Kibum. He managed to get his arms around Kibum’s shoulders, nose buried against his neck, happy smile pressed into his skin.

Jonghyun’s lower lip was wobbling and he quickly moved to hide behind Taemin, wrapping his arms around his waist and hooking his chin over his shoulder.

“I always liked Taemin better anyways,” he pouted.

Kibum just rolled his eyes and finished getting dressed, albeit hindered by the oversized teddy bear currently smothering him in affection. Jinki was sending him a quiet look of thanks from where he stood against the wall, the corners of his lips turned up in amusement. They all knew by now that Kibum was the judge, jury, and executioner when it came to decisions over dinner. No one dared to argue with him anymore, at least, not after the Great Incident of 2014.

“Jonghyun, get off of me I can’t move--” Taemin gave a short, aborted yell as they both went tumbling to the ground in a heap of limbs.

✧✧✧

The restaurant they ended up at was a hole-in-the-wall kind of place, tucked away down a sidestreet and out of sight from the main road. Gentle music drifted through the tiny room, and the quiet atmosphere always served to put Kibum at ease.

They ordered nearly everything on the menu, but enough experience told Kibum that they’d have no problem finishing it all.

It was when the beers were placed in front of them that things started to go downhill. A simple cheers for another successful concert steadily turned into a drinking competition among all five of them.

“It’s to celebrate,” Jonghyun explained as he downed his fifth--or was it sixth?--glass of alcohol.

No one had complained, and beer steadily turned into soju and soju turned into very, very bad ideas. Sober Kibum would be so disappointed in him, but drunk Kibum was quite literally at the wheel right now, and his inhibitions had taken a well-deserved vacation.

“We’re going to karaoke!” He shouted, not really sure why he yelled when the car was silent, but it felt good to hear his voice boom loudly from his throat so he didn’t stop. Damn, my voice is so nice. The thought buzzed around in his head for a moment and, gripped by sudden motivation, Kibum broke out into a slurred rendition of Judas.

“Kibum!” Jonghyun’s high-pitched yelp of terror had his eyes focusing back on the road in front of him, voice stuttering to a halt. Oh man, had that car always been that close? His feet slammed on the break, sending Jinki’s skull bouncing off the dashboard as the other three gripped onto each other for dear life.

“Dramatic,” Kibum muttered, successfully avoiding another accident as he barrelled down the road. He was a fantastic driver.

Jinki groaned faintly from the passenger’s seat, cradling his head in his hands, and Kibum felt bad for all of three seconds before the karaoke bar was finally in view and he was yelling at everyone to “Get ready, dick twitches, I’m about to blow you all away.”

He didn’t remember how he managed to park in his inebriated state, but when they all tumbled out of the car he couldn’t see any visible damages so he considered it a success and shuffled them all inside.

The second mistake of the night (more like the fiftieth) was ordering more alcohol when they booked a room.

They alternated between singing and drinking as the night wore on. Whenever Jinki was up, he picked rap tracks and made the rest of them burst out in laughter as he tried to follow along, getting increasingly worse the more drunk he got. Much to Kibum’s chagrin, no matter how drunk Jonghyun seemed to get he always nailed his notes. It was a small comfort that he never managed to get a perfect score, meaning that Kibum still had a chance to beat him.

Truthfully though, after the second hour all that Kibum remembered were random snatches of sound and flashing lights. At one point he’s sure that he hauled himself up to belt along to Ke$ha, though he couldn’t seem to recall all the lyrics and resorted to dancing in place instead, randomly yelling out snippets of phrases that he remembered. He scored a 23 but didn’t let it get him down.

Taemin scored a 0 when he selected what he thought was Rain’s “Rainism”, but was actually Big Bang’s “Loser”. He didn’t seem to notice, singing and dancing to Rainism as Loser played on the screen. When his score popped up he gasped in shock, hand flying to his heart.

“I scored a thousand…” he muttered, swaying in place. “I’m amazing.”

Jonghyun loudly congratulated him, slapping him on the back probably a little too harshly, but neither seemed to notice Minho snickering from his seat.

Surprisingly, it was Minho himself who scored 100, singing along to SHINee’s own song View and pulling off everyone’s parts flawlessly. When he was done he turned to Kibum in a flourish, nearly overbalancing himself before he caught the edge of the couch.

“Didn’t…” he stopped to wet his lips. “Didn’t you say you’d… show us your dick twitch tonight?”

Kibum nearly died on the spot.

“What?!”

He hadn’t said that, had he? God, he couldn’t even remember. He didn’t even know what that meant.

“Nooo,” Jinki slurred. He was slouched against the couch. Kibum had honestly thought he’d passed out hours ago. “I think he said he’d blow us all. But he didn’t win, so…”

“Oh,” Minho looked contemplative, eyes unfocused but trained in Kibum’s direction. Taemin and Jonghyun were too busy howling in laughter to say anything productive. “Does that mean I have to blow you all?”

“No! God, no, I didn’t say that!” Kibum was at least 62% sure that he hadn’t said that.

“I won’t stop you,” Taemin piped up, apparently finding the most inopportune moment to calm his laughter.

“I won’t either,” Jonghyun said. His head was pillowed on Taemin’s lap but his eyes were swimming in drunken mirth.

“No, Minho, you’re not blowing anyone. This is a public place.” Kibum shot off the couch and yanked Minho down beside him when he turned to head over towards the two demons across from them. “Jinki, say something.”

A light snore was his only response. Kibum was way too drunk for this.

✧✧✧

The next morning he woke with a groan, pain lancing through his skull and starting up a steady drum behind his eyes. When he managed to pry them open, he realized he was lying on the couch in his own apartment. A pizza box lie open on the table in front of him, and as he pulled himself up he caught sight of two bodies sprawled out across the floor.

Taemin was lying on his back, pizza crumbs littered across his chest, with Minho’s head on his stomach and his arms snaked around his waist. They were breathing softly, and despite the throbbing of his skull Kibum found himself smiling at the sight of them.

If they were here, it meant Jinki and Jonghyun were too, though Kibum couldn’t see them anywhere in the room. Just the knowledge that they were all safe and together was enough to have his mind slowing down, eyes drooping. He’d barely laid down when he was falling asleep again.

The second time he woke, it was to the soft press of lips against his forehead.

“I made breakfast.”

Kibum pulled his eyes open, blinking sluggishly as the blurry figure above him slowly came into focus. Jonghyun was grinning down at him, practically nose-to-nose with Kibum, looking annoyingly awake and alert for someone that should be sporting one hell of a hangover.

As he processed the older boy’s words, he registered the smell of something cooking in his kitchen.

“You cooked in my kitchen?” He asked, words slurred with sleep this time rather than alcohol.

Jonghyun laughed, a light, airy sound that always seemed to make Kibum feel better.

“Sort of,” he admitted. With another laugh, he pressed a second kiss to the tip of Kibum’s nose and pulled away. “Come eat when you’re ready.”

As awake as he was likely going to get today, Kibum hauled himself into a sitting position and let his tired body relax into the cushions. He noted the absence of the two youngest members, as well as the absence of the pizza box and any remaining crumbs. A happy, affectionate warmth spread through his chest at the realization that they had cleaned up for him.

He didn’t even realize he was smiling until he was in the kitchen, watching the four boys he loved shovel noodles into their mouths. Well, three of them were. Jinki was lying with his face down on the counter, drool pooling on the tile and a bowl of noodles set out to wait for him.

“Ramen for breakfast?” Kibum asked as he joined them at the table. Jonghyun beamed at him and handed him a bowl of his own. “How can you even stomach this after last night?”

“We were deprived,” Taemin said, slurping loudly. He had chopsticks in one hand while his other rubbed against Jinki’s back.

“Hangovers won’t stop us,” Jonghyun added.

Minho just looked happy to be eating again, nodding along like he couldn’t care less that he had fought over ramen just the previous night.

Kibum sighed, shaking his head fondly. They were all idiots, but he never stopped loving them.

He was in the middle of chewing through his third bite of noodles when a thought hit him.

“You didn’t actually suck anyone’s dick last night, did you?”

Minho immediately grinned, eyeing him across the table though an embarrassed flush had started to color his cheeks red. “Not yours, sadly. Why, did you want to fix that?”

Kibum promptly choked and sprayed noodles all over Jinki’s sleeping form.