#if i ever go to korea i can say hot or cold and that's all

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I feel like with Jake as the Olo'eyktan and human scientists a stone's throw away, the Sully kids (and many others) grew up with a healthy dose of both English and Na'vi (though obviously more Na'vi in key ways) and they're so used to this mesh of English/Na'vi that sometimes they forget themselves when they're in Awa'atlu.

Like, Ao'nung will be pissing Lo'ak off and he'll get so heated that he just busts into a mix of English and Na'vi and everyone is just staring at him, completely baffled, with the other Sullys off to the side trying to hold back their laughter and it just gets worse.

And don't even get me started on forgetting certain words. Imagine little Tuk chattering away with Tsireya and all of a sudden she pauses because she forgot the Na'vi word for it. This is followed by her frustratedly trying to convey what word she's trying to say to Tsireya but the more agitated she gets the more English sneaks in: "No, no, it's yellow and green like--like a pineapple but not because only Earth has pineapples and it's small and looks like an oval and---". . . suffice to say, Tsireya never found out what word Tuk forgot.

I feel like Kiri and Neteyam would be the two that mostly speak English purposely, though. Whenever Kiri wants to feel close to her mother, she'll just talk about her day and what's been going on and all that in English, as if she were talking to Grace. Neteyam has a fondness for speaking English whenever he doesn't want to be understood by anyone but his family. Things like that.

And there's probably so many more scenarios dude. What do you think about English in the Sully's lives?

Adorable! Tuk and Tsireya!! This is the cutest ask, I love little Omaticaya and them meshing with the humans that stayed after the Assault on the Tree of Souls.

I unfortunately am not lucky enough to be bilingual, but from my friends and family that are I imagine it would be quite similar. Conversations in the Sully house are just like Navenglish lol, it's a combo. Jake calls his kids sweetheart, babygirl, kiddo, and bud and also ma'evi and ma yawntutsyìp in the same sentences. ALSO Jake calls Neytiri babe 24/7 I don't make the rules. Does she start to say it baCK? I think so... I think so...

Curse words are CRAZY, the mix of Na'vi curse words and English ones (and some surprise Spanish ones Spider has learned in an attempt to get closer to his mom) that Lo'ak and Spider use on the regular is truly unimaginable.

Norm is a xenolinguist this man loves languages. You know those people that can just pick up a language like that? Their brains are just wired for it. That's how I picture Norm. I think he designates language days in Hells Gate from when Spider is little, where all the scientists can only speak in one language. Most of the time it's Na'vi or English and everyone can ignore you if you speak in the wrong one and everyone is ruthless. If you forget the right word, you had better explain what you meant because everyone goes mysteriously deaf when the wrong language slips in. Sometimes Norm will go off the rails and all of a sudden it's Malayalam day for Max or Spanish day so Spider can feel connected to his mom. Then one of the lab techs is feeling like brushing up on her Korean and all of a sudden it's Korean day. Spider is the best child ever at learning languages he soaks up information like a sponge man. Also Lo'ak loves these days so he can come learn swear words. I don't think he knows but i'm convinced he's good at languages too.

I made a post about this but specifically the human sayings that Jake brings to the Omaticaya, they are hit or miss dude. I have another post in the works about this, but I really stand by that they love 'you win some, you lose some.' It sounds so dramatic with no context.

I think they are high fiving and flipping each other off like crazy. It's not English but it is a communication style for sure, and one the Na'vi don't do. You cannot convince me once they know it every Omaticaya teenager isn't flipping each other off from the back of an ikran every single day. I think Ao'nung in particular really enjoys these lol.

Tsireya I think really is invested in learning English. She's not very good at it but she really wants to learn! Her and Lo'ak trade lessons, her teaching him a word in sign language and him teaching her in English.

[i-dared-myself]

Tip Jar

Seonghwa x reader

In which a bored and overworked reader meets a sweet and kind idol

It was another busy day. Patrons bustling in and out of the doors, drinks being set down on the counter, and listening to order after order.

Dull.

That’s what your life was. Utterly dull.

Nothing exciting ever happened, not even an unusual order. It was always black coffee, or iced black coffee, and if you had to mix one more hot chocolate with extra whipped cream but no milk-

 Maybe it was time to quit your job. You hated it, and the pay was terrible. You were barely scraping by, leaning heavily into your savings because everyone tipped like shit around here.

“Hello,” you greet yet another customer. Your smile is weary and your cheeks feel strained, but your manager would immediately fire you if you so much as frowned a little bit. “How can I help you?”

“Can I get a strawberry lemonade?” the man smoothly asks. The lower portion of his face is covered in a mask, and he wears a hat that barely hides the strands of white hair peaking out.

“It’s… It’s the middle of winter.” You blink at him in surprise. 

“You’re right,” he muses, glancing out the window. Snow is falling gently. “Do you not sell lemonade in the winter?”

“Oh, no, we do.” You shake your head and force the smile back. “That’ll be six-fifty. How would you like to pay?”

He pulls out a card and taps it to the machine. You make his drink and place it down on the counter as quickly as you can before moving on to the next customer.

“Thank you,” he says gently, drawing your attention back to him. He wraps elegant fingers around the plastic cup. “Is it just you working?”

“Yes,” you answer with a tinge of exasperation coming through your voice. “My coworker called in sick half an hour ago.”

His perfectly groomed eyebrows pull together. “How awful.”

You hum, grabbing a napkin to clean up the crumbs a broken cookie left on the counter. “It is what it is.”

“Well I’ll tip you what you deserve,” he says. He tilts his head slightly. “In Korea we don’t tip, but I made sure to research what is reasonable here.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to,” you reply, flustered. It’s rare for you to receive tips, even though you work so hard. 

“I insist.” The corners of his eyes wrinkle as he reaches for the tip jar before retracting his hand. “I’m Seonghwa, by the way.”

You tell him your name before bustling back to the order station, where a woman is impatiently calling for you. By the time you look back, he’s gone.

The rest of your shift blurs by, and you’re exhausted by the end of it. Your manager empties the tip jar into your hands and pats you on the back for a job well done.

“Sorry it was so busy,” he says, smiling sympathetically. “I would help, but I had paperwork to do…”

“It’s okay.” You sigh down at the two dollars of change in your hand. “I get it.”

He patters off to a back room again, and you shoulder your bag before going home. The bus ride is long, and the entire time, you’re stewing about what that Soenghwa said.

‘I’ll tip you what you deserve.’

And he had seemed so nice. But he did say they didn’t tip in Korea, so perhaps that was the reason.

You shrug it off and forget about him for the rest of the day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You arrive at work the next day, tying your apron on and washing your hands. Your face still stings from the cold outside, but you smile brightly at the first one to step up to the counter.

Then the second, and the ninth, and by the time you’ve made your fiftieth plain, black coffee of the day, you want to scream.

Yes it’s nice making such simple orders, but it’s so bland and boring. How do these people all have the exact same taste in drinks?

“Remember me?” A man smiles at you, white hair framing his face. His soft pink lips pull upwards into a warm smile.

You stare at him. “Uh, yes. You! It’s so nice to see you!”

He laughs lightly. “I’m Seonghwa. Don’t worry about it, I’m not very memorable.”

Something glints in his eyes.

“What would you like?” you ask as you wipe down the expresso machine. It’s another day of just you.

“I liked that strawberry lemonade.” Seonghwa tucks a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Anything like it?”

“Um, we have a hot chocolate? You seem like you enjoy sweet things,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. “I mean it’s not a cold drink but maybe you’d still like it anyways and-“

Seonghwa drums his fingers on the counter, grinning pleasantly. “Hot chocolate it is.”

You ring up his order, and he pays with his card again. You close the cap over the foamy whipped cream and slide it to him.

“Tipping you what you deserve again,” he says, eyes filled with mirth. Seonghwa takes the drink and bobs his head to you before slipping out of the shop.

“How are things going?” your manager asks as he pops his head into your section. 

“Good.” You grab a stack of cups and line them up. “Did Sarah call in sick again?”

“Yeah.” Your manager examines his nails. “Can you work a couple extra hours?”

The tone of his voice doesn’t leave it up to question.

You nod. “Yeah. No problem.”

“I’ll cover while you take a bathroom break,” he offers. His eyes flick over your face. “Why don’t you touch up your makeup too?”

Tears prick at your eyes as you shut yourself in the bathroom. You really want to quit this job. So badly. 

You exit the bathroom and re-enter the main part of the shop with a fresh smile. 

Sure it’s not a genuine one, but none of these people know that.

“You’re still here?” Seonghwa asks about four hours later, another man behind him. This one has jet black hair and a set to his jaw. “Or did I show up at the beginning of your shift.”

“No, it got extended.” You meet his eyes and you think yours are watering, but you’re too tired to care. “I’ve been here seven hours so far, three more to go.”

The man behind Seonghwa murmurs something you don’t catch, deep voice barely meeting your ears. Seonghwa replies in a language you don’t speak before facing you. “We’ll take two coffee if you can. Cream and sugar in both, please.”

You nod. “Nothing special?”

“And a cookie,” Seonghwa adds on, making the other man snort. “Oh, this is Mingi, by the way.”

Mingi inclines his head in greeting. “Nice to meet you.”

You echo it back, already moving on to make their drinks. Seonghwa goes off to get a table for once, while Mingi waits.

“He’s a generous tipper?” Mingi asks as he hand him the cookie. “I had to loan him some cash today since he gave it all here, apparently.”

You frown. “Uh, yeah?”

Mingi raises an eyebrow. “You don’t seem too convinced.”

You swallow thickly. “I don’t pay much attention to those things.

Mingi scoffs. “Come on, just tell me, please? I’ll be able to hold it over his head forever.”

“Okay, first of all, I totally get that tipping is a strange thing in Korea,” you relent, “so not tipping a lot is totally okay.”

Mingi stares at you. “So he’s not tipping a lot?”

You pour the milk into the cup, mixing it with the coffee. “Not really.”

“Strange.” Minho glances back at Seonghwa who has nearly finished the cookie by now. “Because he was bragging about how well he understood tipping culture.”

“It’s totally okay, though.” You wave your hands dismissively before giving him the drinks. “Have a nice day!”

Mingi glides away back to his friend, who takes a sip of his coffee. They converse for a minute before Seonghwa approaches the counter, which is empty for once. It seems the rush has finally come to an end.

“Is something wrong with it?” you worriedly ask. 

“How much tipping is normal?” Seonghwa questions. Frustration is etched into his expression. “And why wouldn’t you tell me I was doing it wrong?”

“Uh, because we don’t know each other that well?” Your eyes widen. 

Seonghwa purses his lips. “I guess so. But how much should I be giving you? Because I’ve been giving a hundred-“

“A hundred dollars?” you hiss, cutting him off. “Seonghwa, that’s insane!”

His lips turn upwards wryly. “I haven’t been tipping that well in other places. Just for you.”

You rub at your face. “Okay, well, I haven’t been getting that money. Also why are you giving me that much?”

“Is that not how much you’re supposed to tip?” Seonghwa sheepishly says. “And for you because…”

“I’m heading out now.” Your manager scratches the back of his neck. His eyes flick between you and Seonghwa. “Is there a problem here?”

“Just complimenting your employee on her professional mannerisms.” Seonghwa smiles at your manager, nose scrunching up slightly. 

Your manager shuffled awkwardly. “Right. Thanks, I guess.”

Seonghwa watches him go before facing you again. His expression is suspiciously smooth. “Who gets the tips?”

“Uh, whoever was working at the time. We usually split it, but I was the only person here,” you explain as step around the counter and begin wiping tables down. Seonghwa trails after you. “I just don’t know where- Unless…”

“I believe your manager is taking the money,” Seonghwa grimly says, confirming your thoughts.

Mingi perks up. “Want me to go beat him up?”

“No, it’s fine.” You shake your head, slightly startled by the dark look to his eyes. “I wanted to quit anyways.”

The three of you are the only ones left in the shop. It’s pitch black outside, and the snow is reflecting the moonlight.

“I’m closing up in a couple of minutes,” you warn. “Last call for any insane drinks.”

“They’re not insane!” Seonghwa protests.

“You ordered lemonade in the middle of a snowstorm!” you exclaim. You motion out the window. “You’re crazy!”

Mingi clears his throat. “I’ll be outside. I want to go home sooner than later, by the way. We have a big performance tomorrow.”

“Oh, you guys preform together?” you ask curiously.

“Yeah.” Seonghwa studies your face as he says, “We’re in a K-pop band.”

“Oh, that’s cool.” You nod along, bending over the table to get the side closer to the wall. You hear a stifled noise but pay it no kind. “And you’re preforming tomorrow?”

When you glance over your shoulder, Mingi is gone and Seonghwa’s cheeks are slightly flushed. 

“Yup.” Seonghwa coughs. “Uh, are you going to get another job?”

You hum and place the cleaner back where you found it. “Yeah, after a couple days of messing up orders and lowering the rating on Yelp.”

Seonghwa pulls his phone out with a flourish. “Great idea. Um- Can I get your number? Just so I can check that you’re getting tipped properly at your next job.”

“Right,” you tease, taking his phone and putting your number in it. “But I won’t be upset if you text me for other reasons.”

Seonghwa looks pleased with himself as he tucks his phone away. He adjusts his scarf and his hands flex nervously. “I… I’ll remember that.”

You walk him to the door, somehow having ended up hand in hand with him. He squeezes once before releasing you and stepping to Minho’s side.

Seonghwa smiles shyly. He glances to Mingi, who is coincidentally staring at the moon. 

“Kiss me?” you hopefully ask.

Seonghwa ducks down so his lips meet yours. It’s soft and sweet, with a bit of a desperate edge to it that makes your knees weak.

“I’ll text you,” Seonghwa breathlessly says before chasing after Mingi.  

[cjsoleil]

You Make This Christmas Red and White (Seungmin X reader)

Summary: This is Seungmin’s first Christmas with his girlfriend, as well as her first Christmas in Korea. Seungmin intends to make her feel at home.

A/N: Reader is French because why not. Happy holidays to you all!

Winter in Seoul is pretty unpredictable, sometimes it’s absolutely freezing and other times, it’s simply slightly cooler than a November afternoon. It hasn’t snowed much during this December though. This, Seungmin believes, is causing his girlfriend to go through a little bit of seasonal depression. Y/N loves the winter and everything that comes with it. Snow, the cold, hot drinks, playing outside, and of course, Christmas. Being from Canada, winter at Y/N’s home is different than in Seoul, so Seungmin is sure the homesickness is getting to her. It’s the first time she has ever spent Christmas in Korea, as well as spending their first Christmas together. So Seungmin fully intends on making this perfect.

So he starts by making sugar cookies. He even bought those Christmas cookie cutters, so he has reindeer and snowflake shaped cookies. He tops them off with red and white sprinkles before putting them in the oven. Y/N isn’t at his apartment yet, so he’s hoping to surprise her when she gets back from her stroll. She’s been staying with him during the break since the universities are closed. As he waits for the cookies to bake, his phone rings, but it’s just Felix. Seungmin quickly clicks accept and speaks before Felix can.

“Can’t talk right now Felix.”

“What? Okay, why not?”

“I’m baking cookies.” Felix scoffs on the other line.

“I’m not there Seungmin, we have to be together to ruin our baked goods.”

“Can’t risk it. I’ll call you back.” Seungmin hangs up the phone as the door to his apartment opens. He looks over and is greeted with the sight of his girl, wearing a light coat.

“Hey.” Y/N says as she takes off her shoes and coat. She sniffs, before smiling, “Ah, what are you making?”

“Close your eyes.” Seungmin demands when she gets into the kitchen. Once she does so, he grabs a reindeer shaped cookie from the cooling rack, and brings it to her parted mouth. Y/N takes a bite and instantly tastes sugar. Opening her eyes, she swallows before smiling.

“You made me cookies.”

“I did.”

“And they’re good, so Felix hasn’t dropped by.” Y/N snickers and takes the rest of the cookie from Seungmin’s hand, “So what brings this at-“ she looks at the clock on the microwave, “Nine in the morning. Not that I don’t appreciate it.” The boy hums and leans against the counter.

“I don’t think you appreciate my efforts, you haven’t thanked me.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N steps close to him and kisses him gently.

“Thank you my oh so kind Seungmin, Mon Cheri.” He wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“I have a plan for us today.”

“Oh?” Y/N rests her arms on his shoulders, “What is it?” Seungmin grins and pushes her away.

“A surprise.” He tells her, and uses a dish towel to take the last tray of cookies out of the oven, “We’ll head out soon. How was your walk?”

“Good, it’s pretty nice out. Kinda cloudy. I was going to get a hot chocolate but the cafe was closed.”

“Hm, I’ll get you one later.”

“Aw, you're such a sweetheart.” Y/N pats Seungmin’s face and squishes his cheeks. His lips purse and he pushes her away, “You know what I want though? Candy cane hot chocolate. That and peppermint mocha are two of the best things about the season.”

“Are those not the same thing?”

“How many times have we had this conversation?”

“I’m still confused about the difference between candy cane and peppermint hot chocolate.”

“Candy cane is better.” Y/N grabs another cookie, “You sure you can’t tell me where we’re going?”

“No.”

—————

Soon enough, Seungmin and Y/N are in Seungmin’s car heading north. One of Seungmin’s hands rests on her thigh and the other is on the steering wheel. The heating is on high and Seungmin is wearing a sweater that Y/N bought him. It’s forest green with a picture of Pochaco in the corner. Both of their jackets are on the backseats.

“How long is this going to take?”

“A bit more than an hour.”

“So far!” Y/N laughs and holds onto Seungmin’s hand, “Where are you taking me away to?”

“Not telling. Be patient, love.” He lifts their joint hands and kisses the back of Y/N’s.

“Fine. So, is there anything you want for Christmas? Not saying I haven’t got you anything, but is there anything specific?”

“No.” Y/N frowns. Seungmin hasn’t given her one idea of what to get him. It’s not like shopping for him is that hard, but she would still appreciate any help.

“Are you sure?” Seungmin glances at the girl before smiling.

“Yes. All I want for Christmas is you~” he sings along to the song on the radio. Y/N gives him a fake little smile that he can’t even see.

“Cute. Did you get your parents a present?”

“Yes.”

“And Chan? Minho? Jeongin?”

“Yes, you don’t have to manage me. I know how Christmas works.” They sit in silence for a few moments.

“…Did you get your sister a gift?”

“Fuck.” He stops at a red light and looks at Y/N giving her a sweet look, “jagiya-“

“Not happening.”

“It’s not necessary nor expected for you to get my family any presents.” Seungmin complains.

“Your family is letting me barge in during the holidays, of course I’m bringing them presents.”

“Stop saying that as if you aren’t welcomed. You know we’re all happy to have you.” Y/N squeezes his hand.

“How sweet. Answer is still no.” Seungmin groans, “We’ll order something later.”

“Fine.” A vibration comes from the cup holder between them and Y/N grabs Seungmin’s phone.

“It’s Chan.”

“Ignore it.” Y/N looks at the boy confused.

“Why? Are you mad at him?”

“No, but I don’t want to talk to him right now. I’ll text him when we get drinks.”

“I can let him know.”

“Yeah. Text him on your phone though.” Y/N puts his phone back in the cup holder and grabs her own.

“Are you hiding something from me?”

“Yes.” Y/N blinks a few times at Seungmin before shrugging.

“Okay then.”

The nice thing about car rides with Seungmin, is that they don’t feel that long. The longest drive they’ve ever been on together was three hours, and it felt like nothing. Even when they simply listen to music, without exchanging a single word, the time spent together is enjoyable. Y/N insists that it’s something about Seungmin, though he says she’s just easy to please.

“Look at that Min, it’s snowing! It hasn’t snowed this much back in Seoul.”

“No.” Seungmin says, “It always snows more once you get further North.”

“You know when I was younger, my siblings and I would fill buckets of snow and dump it on whoever slept in that day.” Y/N sighs, “Good times.”

“You must have been an insufferable kid.”

“Seungmin!”

“I’m joking!” He laughs and Y/N shakes her head at how cruel her boyfriend is.

“You’re so mean.”

“I’m funny.”

“With you there’s no difference.” Y/N rolls her eyes before continuing, “We always got harsh snowfall in Quebec, hence the festival. That’s in February though. My family would always drive down to go visit it, it probably boost my tolerance of the cold.”

“I thought you were from Quebec?”

“The province, Mon amour. But I’m not from the city of Quebec.”

“Is it much colder there?”

“I must say yes.”

“Sounds like hell.”

“Only if it froze over.”

Seungmin soon parked at a free parking space he found, which Y/N praised him for.

“Okay so we’re here… but what is here? I’m still confused.”

“You usually are.” Y/N reaches over and pinches Seungmin’s ear.

“Ow! Sorry, sorry, sorry jagi.” Y/N let’s go and Seungmin rubs his ear, “I’ll show you what’s here.” He tells her, and reaches to the back seat and grabs his coat, putting it on. Y/N does the same. Seungmin’s coat is slightly heavier than Y/N’s. They step out of the warm car and Seungmin shivers a bit while Y/N appears unfazed at the cold wind hitting her face. Seungmin clicks the invisible button on the trunk to open it, revealing its contents.

“A sled?” A classic, wooden sled like one you would see in a old movie. Seungmin nods and gives her an excited smile. Clapping her hands together, Y/N laughs and looks at Seungmin.

“Aww, Minnie! Did you take me all the way out here to go sledding?” The boy shrugs and wraps his arms around Y/N’s waist when she pulls him in for a hug.

“It’s nothing.” He mumbles into her ear, kissing the skin. Pulling away, Y/N pats his face which has turned red because of the cold.

“One sec.” She walks over to the car and opens the back door, grabbing two pairs of gloves, her’s are fingerless though, and two hats. One is light blue with a gray pompon and the other is light pink with a white pompon. Closing the door, she puts hers on and makes her way to Seungmin. She grabs both of his cold hands and puts his gloves on, before putting the pink hat on his head. Well, actually it’s a -

“Touque Seungmin.” Y/N playfully corrects him, before tilting her head and humming softly, “Aw, mon beau homme. J’adore.” Seungmin blinks owlishly, before softly smiling.

“You look good too.” He grabs the sled and shuts the trunk, holding her hand with his free one, “Let’s go.”

The walk to a lovely hill wasn’t even far, since Seungmin has planned out the exact location and where he wanted to park yesterday. Y/N praised him for his intelligence but he only shrugged her off. So now, at the very top of the hill with a few other people around, most of them being kids, Seungmin drops the sled on the ground.

“Okay so since we’re ridding together, I’ll get on and you can go behind me.”

“Who said I’m riding behind you?” Seungmin replies, a teasing look in his eyes. Y/N is quick to retaliate.

“Me. Because I want you to.”

“Oh? But I don’t want you to become spoiled.” With complete exaggeration, Y/N looks at him with gasp.

“Me? Spoiled? My Seungmin, how could you claim such a thing? You’re so mean to me, how could I possibly be spoiled?” She pokes his chest with an accusatory tone, “I’m the one that spoils you! With my endless love and affection.”

Seungmin rolls his eyes and grabs Y/N’s hand, holding it between his own.

“Fine, you sit in front.” He leans down and pecks her cheek, whispering close to her ear, “Brat.” With a smile, the girl drags the sled closer to the edge of the hill, sitting down and patting the space behind her. Seungmin, though pretending to be a little mad, sits down. He wraps his arms around her waist. Nudging them forward with her feet, Y/N pushes them to slide down the hill, laughing as she does. Seungmin’s laughing from behind her, his arms tightening.

When they get to the bottom, the two are still crackling, and Y/N claps her hands, the sound muffled by her gloves.

“Again!” And the two spend who knows how much time climbing back up the hill just to slide back down. Then on there way back up again, Y/N notices something. She smirks to herself and once at the top, sets the sled up. She gets on it, Seungmin sits behind her, and right before she’s about to push off she hears Seungmin speak.

“Wait is that- Y/N!” She pushes them down and they move high speed, and close to the bottom they slide up a little pile of ice and fall to the ground. On impact, they tumble off the sled and onto the snow. Or into the snow.

“Why would you do that?” Seungmin tilts his head to Y/N, who’s grinning like a maniac.

“Because I can.”

“I hate that answer.” Y/N ignores him and starts to make a snow Angel, intentionally kicking Seungmin’s leg when she can.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

“Sure.” Y/N stands up and helps Seungmin up with both hands.

They put the sled back in the car before they started their walk. It’s lightly snowing, and the wind isn’t very harsh.

“Come here.” Seungmin grabs Y/N’s hand and they step into a small store. They say hi to the woman at the cash register. When Seungmin finds what he was looking for, he holds them up to Y/N.

“Pick.”

“What… even are those?” In his hands are plastic scoops? But the ends are hollow outlines of different animals. One is a duck, the other is a snail.

“Just pick.” Y/N picks the duck. Seungmin pays for it at the counter and they go back outside. He goes to the pile of snow beside the sidewalk and uses the scoop to collect a pile of snow, forcing it shut before holding it up to Y/N’s open hand. He opens it, and a duck shaped snow pile drops in her hand.

“Oh my god.” Staring at the duck in amazement, her voice gets a little higher in excitement, “Aw! This is so cute! Let me try.” Seungmin gives her the tool and Y/N starts to make ducks of her own.

“This is great.”

“You leave a trail of ducks in your path.” Seungmin laughs while he watches his girl out the snow ducks on the ground, or any ledge or staircase railing they walk past.

“I know. I’m compelled to fill your apartment with them.”

“I’ll kick you out.” Y/N rolls her eyes and lightly passes her duck from hand to hand.

“You talk a big game, cheri.” Seungmin rolls his eyes and Y/N purposely starts to slow her pace so Seungmin is a little ahead of her and when she gets the opportunity, pulls his coat and shirt collar back and shoves the duck down his shirt. Seungmin yelps at the sudden cold, shaking a little to get the snow off of his skin. This makes chunks of snow fall to the ground.

“You fucking brat!” He yells, but Y/N only laughs, which soon dissolves into a gasp when Seungmin tackles her into the snow. Nobody else if around, which makes Seungmin much more dangerous without the risk of public humiliation.

“What are you-“ she shouts when Seungmin pulls back the collar of her jacket just to drop a pile of soft snow on her neck and collar bones. In retaliation for the fight that she started, Y/N throws a handful of snow into his face, taking advantage of his dazed state to flip him over.

“Okay stop!” Seungmin covers his face with his gloved hands and Y/N grins, sinking her hands in the snow beside his head, ignoring the cold surrounding her fingers.

“My my, is Kim Seungmin asking for my mercy?” Seungmin glares at her, but when she presses her cold fingers into his neck, he squirms and says,

“Okay okay, mercy.”

Smiling with her achievement, Y/N gives Seungmin a kiss on his nose before getting up, helping Seungmin up as well. He shivers as they continue to walk.

“Aw, I’m sorry Mon amour.” Y/N says in a voice that doesn’t sound sorry whatsoever. However she actually does feel a little bit bad. Seungmin’s face is all red now. Thought she quickly gets karma for that, when she slips on ice she didn’t see.

She lays there in shock, staring up at the sun when Seungmin’s head comes into view.

“Are you concussed? Say no so I can laugh at you.”

“You literally laughed when I fell down the stairs yesterday.” Seungmin lets out a giggle at the memory before grabbing Y/N’s arms, pulling her up.

“Yeah, cause it was funny.”

“You’re such a cruel man.”

“Sure, I am.” He rolls his eyes. Seungmin grabs her hand and links there fingers together, just so he can helpfully prevent another fall. On their walk, Y/N gave a little girl the snow duck maker thing since she noticed that it caught her eye. This was to Seungmin’s relief, he did not need his apartment filled with snow ducks. They visited a couple stores on their walk, and ended up buying a beautiful pottery tea set for Seungmin’s sister, which Y/N of course picked out. By that time, the two of them were starving and got hotteok from a little store.

“You know, in the motherland” Seungmin snorts, as Y/N continues, “There’s this candy they make in the snow.”

“I thought you weren’t supposed to eat snow.”

“Well, yeah.”

“So if you're making candy in the snow, isn’t it basically the same thing?”

“No. And it’s not like eating snow will kill you.”

“Eat it then.” Y/N stares him straight in the eyes before crouching down and collecting a handful of soft, untouched snow. She brings the snow to her mouth and Seungmin quickly slaps it out of her hand.

“Min!”

“Are you three? Are you actually going to eat snow?”

“Well, no, I am not three. And why wouldn’t I eat the snow.”

“That’s gross.”

“It’s untouched, freshly fallen. No big deal.”

“Would you drink from a puddle if I asked?” Y/N smiles and leans into Seungmin, making him wrap his arms around her waist.

“To prove a point? Of course.” She gives him a quick kiss before laughing a bit.

“You’re so annoying.” Seungmin comments, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they continue to walk, “Let’s get back to the car. It will get dark soon.”

It’s dark by the time they get home, but it’s not even that late. It just gets dark early during the winter.

“Hey.” Seungmin turns his head to look at Y/N when he parks the car, “I need you to stay back for like- 5 minutes.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see.” Seungmin leaves the car without another word and leaves the keys with Y/N, who, while confused, does listen and stays in the car for five minutes before leaving the car. She makes sure to lock it before going up to his apartment. She unlocks the door to notice the main lights turned off, but red and white lights illuminate the ceiling.

“What is…” Y/N turns on the lights and gets a good look at the room. On the kitchen cupboards there’s deer and penguin decorations, and she sees on the coffee table there’s a bunch of different snow globes of different colours, sizes and designs.

“Hey.” Bells ring and Y/N turns to face the sound, nearly dropping the box holding the tea set.

“Seungmin.” Y/N breathes out, at smile on her face. There is a Christmas tree, small but beautifully decorated. But it’s not the tree that brings her joy, though that’s a part, it’s what is under the tree. Perfectly wrapped presents which were definitely not done by Seungmin considering his… questionable wrapping skills. What is really the best thing though, is Seungmin, sitting cross legged in front of the tree with plaid pajamas and a giant bow on his head.

“Do you like- ow!” Seungmin is knocked to the ground, laying flat on his back with Y/N straddling his waist.

“Aw Seungmin!” Y/N coos and cups Seungmin’s face, squishing his cheeks, “What is this?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? The apartment is so pretty, who did this?”

“I got Chan, Felix and Hyunjin to decorate while we were out.” Seungmin explains with a smile, happy to see his surprise had the desired effect.

“I thought that you would like it, since you said that your parents always decorated like crazy back home and we’re not going to my parents house for some time.”

“Oh!” Y/N dramatically clenches her chest, “Mon coeur! Tu es trop mignon Seungmin, je suis malade!” Y/N rambles on in french and Seungmin only makes sense of a few words. When he decides that she’s been speaking too much, he grabs her by the chin and brings his lips to her, kissing her roughly. Y/N immediately closes her eyes and leans into it, letting Seungmin sit up with her in his lap. After a couple minutes, he pulls away completely. His face is burning red, and Y/N finds it so endearing that even after all this time she can still give that effect.

“Look at this.” Y/N smiles gently and tugs at the bow in Seungmin’s hair, “Mon amour, are you my present?”

“Yes.” Seungmin nods, a serious look on his face, “I have no other gifts for you. I spent all my money on snow globes and reindeer figurines. So you will have to settle with only me.”

“The best gift of all.” Y/N states it as if it’s a fact, leaning closer to him and whispering against his lips, “Do I get to open it now?” She closes the distance, licking Seungmin’s upper lip and kissing him gently. It soon turns rough, Seungmin kissing her frantically and grabbing at her hips and thighs. Y/N grasps at the hem of Seungmin’s top, inching the fabric upwards.

Seungmin suddenly pulls back and pushes Y/N off him, standing up and walking away as if nothing happened. Y/N sits on the floor, shocked.

“What are you-“

“You can’t unwrap me just yet jagiya.” Seungmin smirks, sitting on the couch, “It’s not Christmas.” Y/N groans and lays on her floor in defeat.

“And you say I’m the brat.”

“You’re my brat.”

[strawberrynull]

Hii! I just finished the ot7 imagine of the first snow with enha! And I gotta say it was really cute! I don't know if your asks are open atm, but I was wondering if you could do another situation wherein enha's s/o is reacting to seeing snow for the first time and like they got mesmerized and enha is just there admiring them >< I thought it would be cute so I immediately went to your asks hehe

I really love your works ever since tumblr recommended it to me hehe it's ok if you also can't do my ask! hope you hand a good day! thank you <3

──⯎ ˙☃ ̟ seeing snow for the first time

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | ot7

──Pairing: enha ot7 x reader

──Genre: fluff, scenarios, imagines

──Synopsis: It's been only a few months since you moved to Korea to live with your boyfriend. You came from a warmer place that never got any snow. As winter rolled around, you were so excited to see snow for the first time in your life

──A/N: Thank you for the request. My requests are always open! I'm also trying to start a taglist so if you want to be tagged please comment !!

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이희승 | Heeseung

Your eyes were covered by Heeseungs large hands. He told you he had a surprise for you. He wouldn't disclose what the surprise was though. You didn't expect the cold outside air to hit your face. Your nose scrunched up as you shivered from the sudden chill.

Your boyfriend uncovered your eyes. "You can look now, angel." He whispered in your ear.

In front of you was the city of Seoul covered in white. Your eyes widened, seeing snow for the first time. Quickly, you covered your mouth with both your hands. Snow had fallen while you were at Heeseungs house and you hadn't even noticed. You were way to busy hanging out with your boyfriend to realize that the moment you had waited for all your life had finally come to fruition.

Small flakes were still falling from the sky, some landing on you. You held your hands out to catch the cold snow. Hands wrapped around your waist from behind as you felt a warm breath on your cheek.

"Isn't it beautiful, Seungie?" You giggled, showing him the snowflakes you had caught.

"Not nearly as beautiful as you." He said, kissing your cheek gently.

박종성 | Jongseong

Jay led you out of the apartment building, holding your hand. He had told you not to look so your eyes were closed and your free hand covered your eyes. You heard a door open and cold air engulfed you.

"Hurry up or it's going to melt." He said sarcastically. You tilted your head in confusion. You felt hands wrap around your waist from behind, making your cheeks red not just from the cold.

"Is it raining?" You asked as what felt like a raindrop landed on your cheek. Jay laughed from behind you.

"Even better. Open your eyes." You did as you were told and removed your hand from your eyes.

Your lips parted as you took in the sight in front of you. The city was covered in pretty white snow. You put your hands up to catch the falling snow. It was more pretty in person than seeing it in pictures.

"Once you're done looking, let's go inside and I'll make hot chocolate. We can drink it on the balcony and watch the snow."

심재윤 | Jaeyun

Your door slammed open, causing you to flinch. In the doorway stood your boyfriend, Jake, wearing a huge grin.

"Come look! It's snowing!" He yelled, jumping up and down. He ran over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you off your bed. Once you processed what was going on, your body flooded with excitement.

"Jakey, this is my first time seeing snow!" You gasped, hurrying to grab a coat. He grabbed your shoulders, turning you to look at him.

"I know how special it is to see snow for the first time. That's why you need to see this." He cupped your face, leaving a hasty kiss on your lips before promptly opening the door for you.

You rushed out the door, per his request. As you left the apartment building the chilly air hit your face. All around you, tiny snowflakes fell covering the city. You held your hands out in front of you, catching snow in your palms.

"Isn't this so cool!?" Jake squealed, skipping around in the snow. You laughed in response to his childish behavior. He stopped in front of you and grabbed your cold hands. "I'm so glad I get to show you snow for the first time."

박성훈 | Sunghoon

"Come on we're gonna be late." Sunghoon yelled from the doorway as you quickly tied your shoes. Sunghoon still hadn't told you where you were off to. Whenever you would ask he would say it was a surprise.

When you got into his car, he handed you an eye mask, insisting you wear it until you arrive. You reluctantly put the mask over your eyes with a huff.

The car stopped and Sunghoon hopped out of the car, running over to your side and opening your door. The two of you walked a few feet- Sunghoon holding your hand to guide you.

Light flooded your vision the second you took off the mask. The city was covered in perfect white snow. In front of you was a skating rink. You looked up at the snow still falling from the fluffy clouds above. Cold flakes landed on your face making you giggle.

"I've always wanted to see snow, Sunghoon." You turned to your boyfriend, squeezing his hand gently. He smiled at your excited expression, his favorite sight in the entire world.

"I've always wanted to take you to see snow, princess." He brought your hand up to kiss it. "I knew you would love it."

김선우 | Sunoo

"Can you at least tell me why you're recording me?" You asked as your boyfriend pushed you out the door. He chuckled before shaking his head. You pouted as the two of you hurried outside.

Once you were outside, you realized exactly why he wanted to capture this moment. Snow was falling in the city of Seoul. The fluffy snow covered the city from the streets to the tops of the buildings. You smiled brightly as the tiny snowflakes landed on your head.

You turned around to face Sunoo as you pointed at the city. "Am I seeing this properly!? It's so pretty!" You said in awe. He laughed at how cute your excitement was.

Sunoo walked up to you putting an arm around your waist. He began showing you the pictures he took of you. Your nose was red from the cold and your hair was slightly messy from the gentle wind. Snowflakes rested on top of your head.

"I've taken many pictures of snow, but none as beautiful as these." Sunoo claimed, staring at you with stars in his eyes. "You make any picture beautiful because you're the prettiest girl I know." You smiled at his words and rested your head on his shoulder.

양정원 | Jungwon

"You're not gonna believe it. This is the best surprise yet." Jungwon giggled as he pulled you by your hands. He had a surprise for you that he was supposed to wait to show you until the boys arrived but your boyfriend couldn't help himself. He got too carried away with excitement that he had to show you now.

"Wonnie, can you tell me why we have to go outside though?" You asked. You're eyes were closed- Jungwon being your only source of navigation.

"Well if I tell you, it won't be a surprise anymore." He explained. You could tell he was pouting from the tone in his voice.

The sound of the door opening rang through your ears before you were hit with a gust of cold air.

"Wonnie, it's cold. Why is the surprise outside?" You whined, pulling your hands away to wrap around your body.

"Then I'll warm you up. Open your eyes now." His arms wrapped around you from behind. When you opened your eyes layers of white snow were covering the city. You looked up with stars in your eyes, watching as the tiny specks of snow fell.

You turned to face Jungwon who had a big smile on his face, showing off his cute dimples. "Just don't tell the boys I showed you the snow without them." He said while laughing.

니키 | Niki

Niki had asked you to come to the store with him so you quickly complied. You loved walking around the city with your boyfriend. Today was slightly different though.

He wrapped his brown leather jacket around your shoulders. His hand slithered around your waist as he led you outside. You saw a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. You wondered what that could be about.

"Hey, Ki, what store are we going to?" You asked curiously. You held onto his large jacket to prevent it from falling off your petite shoulders.

"You'll see." He responded briefly.

The cold air made you shiver as soon as the door was opened. Outside it was bright and everything seemed to be covered in white. Snow. It was beautiful fluffy snow.

You were quick to cover your face as you gasped at the sight in front of you. The snow crunched under your feet as you hopped around, giggling like a little kid.

"It's snowing, Ki! Look!" You squealed, staring up at him with a wide grin.

"I know. We were never going to the store. I just wanted to show you the snow for the first time." Niki said quietly before pulling you by your waist to kiss your cheek.

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[bisexuallsokka]

please please please please tell me about the old fucks

send me a wip title!

nothing to see here just old fucks in old sappy love that's it 🤭

...

“Are you still awake?”  Zuko hums. “Are you cold?”  Sokka considers it, then shakes his head. “No.” “Too hot?” Zuko asks, already moving his arm, but Sokka grabs it before he can go far and brings it close to him.  “No,” Sokka says, snuggling back into Zuko’s embrace. They won’t last like this for long, their seventy year old aching joints eventually needing to stretch, to spread out. But they stay as close as they can for as long as they can, an attempt to close the gap that was between them for so long.

“Is it your leg?”

Sokka lets out a huff of laughter. He turns around so that they are facing each other, noses almost touching. “I’m fine, love.” At the unimpressed glare Zuko gives him, Sokka rolls his eyes. “My leg does hurt, but it’s fine. I just…don’t want to sleep yet. I missed you today, jerkbender.”

Zuko’s face softens, and Sokka smiles as a result.

“I missed you, too. I’m glad you had a successful hunting trip though.”

“Yeah. It will be even better when we take ‘Zumi in a few days.”

Zuko snorts. “I’m sure she’s looking forward to it.”

Sokka raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you? I promise not to make fun of you if you trip over your feet again when you’re trying to sneak up on something.”

Zuko huffs, and his aching hip forces him to roll over on his back instead of his side. Sokka mirrors his movement, but shuffles close so their arms are pressed close. Their hands find each other without hesitation.

“That was ten years ago,” Zuko mumbles. “I’m much more agile now.”

“Hate to break it to you, darling, but neither of us are getting more agile with age. Izumi, on the other hand, I swear she’s getting more athletic as she ages. And she had two kids!”

Zuko laughs. “That’s our girl.”

“Yeah,” Sokka says, voice warm and soft. “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”

Zuko turns his head to look at him. “Nothing in particular. Why?”

“Can I take you out on a date?”

Zuko’s face breaks into a wide smile. “What’s the special occasion?”

Sokka smiles. “Just that I love you,” he responds, as if it’s the truest thing he’s ever said.

Zuko grins. “Okay. It’s a date. What are we going to do?”

“It’s a surprise,” Sokka says immediately.

Zuko rolls his eyes. “You don’t have a plan.”

“I do have a plan!” Sokka protests immediately. “Where is your faith in me? I’ve been planning it for a while, just waiting for the right time.”

“Why is this the right time?”

“Just feels like it. I don’t want to wait until our anniversary, it’s too far away.”

Zuko huffs. “Twenty years. Can you believe it?”

“No,” Sokka says immediately.

Zuko knows what he means. Twenty years of marriage, but they’ve been in love for about fifty. He squeezes his husband’s hand for a second and Sokka returns it. 

“I’m worried about Korra,” Sokka says suddenly.

Zuko lets out a long breath. “It’ll be okay. She has us.”

“I just…” Sokka starts. “I don’t want to let her down. I can’t let Aang down.”

“She clearly likes you a lot,” Zuko tells him.

Sokka smiles at that. “She’s wonderful. I didn’t get to be there for Izumi when she was this little, you know? So it’s like I get a taste of that.”

Zuko doesn’t bother bringing up the fact that Izumi was a handful and a half when she was Korea’s age, even without the ability to bend four elements. He knows how much Sokka regrets not being able to be there as her father her whole life. 

He just smiles softly. “You and Korra are as thick as thieves.”

“And I worry about Katara,” Sokka adds. 

“Yeah,” Zuko agrees with a sigh. Losing Aang was hard on all of them, but it was especially painful to watch Katara lose the love of her life. “You think she’s doing okay?”

“Sometimes I catch her looking sadder than usual, but she seems to be doing better. Still,” Sokka sighs. “I can’t imagine what she must be going through. Even when we were apart, at least I knew you were still out there.”

Sokka sighs. “I was always afraid, though. What if an assassination attempt was successful, what if you got sick, what if something happened and I lost you without being able to tell you how much I still loved you?”

Zuko is startled when he sees a tear slip down Sokka’s cheek and he sits up. “Sokka—“

“Spirits, I was a coward,” Sokka says, choking out a harsh self deprecating laugh. 

“We were both cowards,” Zuko says, the only thing coming to his mind right now, but it makes Sokka laugh, so it works, and he keeps talking. It’s been a long time since they talked about this, about their break up and the years they spent apart. “I had the same fears too, you know.”

Sokka moves to wipe the tears from his eyes, but Zuko beats him to it. He keeps his hands on his cheeks, waiting until Sokka looks at him to continue. 

“I know we lost a lot of time together. I will never stop regretting that. But we have had nearly twenty amazing years together now, and I’m so grateful for each and every day I get with you, Sokka. What matters is that we are here now, and we have each other.”

“We have each other,” Sokka echoes, then sniffs. “And we are going to be together until we are a hundred years old and we pass away peacefully in our sleep at the exact same time.”

Zuko huffs out a laugh. “Sounds like a good life. I am more than okay with that.”

Sokka gives him a watery smile, then takes a deep breath. “Wow, I’m getting sappy in my old age.”

“You’ve always been a big sap,” Zuko points out, and Sokka scoffs. 

“Excuse you, I am a brave warrior and defender of my people,” he says. 

“You can be all of those things and also a sap,” Zuko says. 

“I’m your sap,” Sokka says. 

“You’re just proving my point,” Zuko says. 

Sokka smiles, not looking away from Zuko. Zuko lets his thumbs brush the skin on Sokka’s cheek, lets himself appreciate all the ways Sokka’s body has changed, the signs that show he lived a long, good life. The wrinkles from his smiles and laughter are new, but those are still the same eyes he fell in love with. 

“Remember when we would stay up talking those days leading up to the end of the war?” Zuko asks. 

Sokka smiles. “Always. We both knew we couldn’t sleep because of everything going on, but it was nice to pretend that we just wanted to chat.”

“You should get some sleep,” Zuko says. 

Sokka makes a face. “But I want to keep talking to you.”

Zuko huffs a laugh. “Save it for the morning, okay? Or for our date.”

Sokka seems satisfied with this. “Okay. In the morning.”

They lie back down, pressed close, and Sokka leans over to kiss Zuko’s forehead. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

…

“Zuko?” 

Sokka’s tone wakes Zuko from sleep instantly. 

“What’s wr–?” he starts, seeing the terrified look on his face, but Sokka motions him to stop talking.

Zuko strains his ears, but he can’t hear anything.

“Something is wrong,” Sokka says, grabbing his sword and lunging outside. 

Zuko scrambles after him. “Sokka?”

In the darkness, Zuko sees a shape move. He throws a fireball above their head to illuminate them, and doesn’t recognize the shadow. 

A child cries.

“They’ve got Korra!” Sokka yells.

[miss-choi-park]

Sin never tasted so...

Chapter 1 - Fate is a bastard

A TXT Yeonjun Fanfiction from Mrs. Choi-Park

CEO/non-idol/dom/bully!Yeonjun! / Confident/sub/named/fem!Reader!

No obstacle - made of stone - stops love, what love can do, it dares to do. - pretty cheesy, right?

Romeo and Juliet, literature that can only be endured through modern language and films, nowadays. We all know the plot.

~A boy and a girl, madly in love with each other but the tragic circumstances of the family dispute kill both of them in the end.

The "most beautiful" love story in the world...if you don't experience it yourself. Fate is sometimes an ice-cold bastard.

Warnings under the cut

Warnings: rough language, hate speech, bullying, sex language, they kinda hate each other, caring yeonjun

Please remember that I fully respect the privacy of all K-Pop Idols and that this is just a fantasy. It's not my intention to harm anyone! (I've been a MOA since March 2023)

The hot whirlpool was just right thing for my muscles, which were pretty acidic from two days of skiing.

I still had four days ahead of my parents and my winter sports trip. And even though skiing was my favorite sport after hip-hop dancing, it was pretty tiring. My parents and I also received an unpleasant surprise yesterday.

The 5-star sports hotel high in the Pyeongchang Mountains has also attracted another rich Korean family from Seoul.

Why did the Choi's - my father's chosen mortal enemies - have to have a vacation in the same hotel as us in the same week as us?!

Ever since I was little, my parents always instilled in me that the Choi's were truly the spawn of hell.

It wasn't until I was 13 years old that I really found out why our family's didn't get along at all.

My parents, who had moved from Germany to Korea four years before I was born, had started with a small bookstore, which developed into a publishing house for small authors and later into the second largest publishing house in South Korea. My parents have always hated the Choi's, who put obstacles in their way, even now they were holding back our really great success.

The Choi's owned the number one publishing house in Korea, which had also been producing Manhwa's for several years now. (Counterpart to Japanese anime)

Because of this family, my parents struggled with racism, failure and stagnation. We had to deal with copyright lawsuits again and again - fights that emptied our Bank account and were never really justified. We also couldn't follow up with the manhwa's because it was forbidden to us. The old Choi was "a big animal in the world of Politics," as he always said. And even though my parents had come a long way...we had to constantly look into our pockets while the Choi's lived in luxury.

The 5-star holiday was the first in 6 years. Before that we either couldn't go on a skiing holiday or we could only go to a 3-4 star hotel. That's why I wanted to enjoy the whirlpool now and do not think of anything bad, who knows when I'll have that again.

For two minutes I enjoyed the flow of water and the bubbles massaging my back.

Until~

"Oh no, that can't be possible! I wanted to go into that hot tub, potato!" I heard a voice. It didn't take a split second before I recognized the voice. The unpleasant nickname, only one person used it for me, was the final hint.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head, which I had rested on the edge of the hot tub.

Choi Yeonjun.

As expected.

The 24-year-old son of the family I had grown to hate.

Yeonjun stood on the stairs that led up to the hot tub where I was relaxing. I rolled my eyes, not giving him a second glance after dropping my head back down again.

He wasn't worth saying anything back.

"Come on out, I want to relax!" he grumbled. Without saying anything, I raised my hand out of the water with my middle finger held up.

There was silence for a moment. Before I was about to look up to see if he had disappeared, I heard an angry murmur. Then noises coming from the water. I raised my head again and actually saw Yeonjun across from me climbing into the large whirlpool.

"Fuck! What are you doing?!" I threw it at his head and Yeonjun looked up. His look more than disgusted as he lowered himself.

"Maybe I can get you out of here when I'm in." Yeonjun's arm swirled through the water in front of him as his gaze followed his movement. I saw him grin evilly, "Cool, through the whirlpool bubbles, you can't even tell that I've just made bubbles."

As his gaze climbed up to me, I understood what he meant and jumped up immediately. I had 100% confidence that he had just farted in here. So I rushed out of the water, exclaiming in disgust: "You really are the stupidest creep I've ever met!"

Yeonjun laughed as I tied my towel around myself, crawled into my flip flops and rushed away.

Stupid asshole! Why did I have to bother with something like that? Life could be so beautiful.

Even at school he was the biggest idiot I knew, who made every day there a living hell until he finally graduated and I could enjoy four years without him.

Stupid private comprehensive school from the first to the eighth grade we were in one school. Luckily he was always four steps above me, but I was always afraid the stupid idiot would repeat a year and we will sit together in a class at some point. Surprisingly this never happened.

He ruined everything. My school days, my school dance club - which he also signed up for after I signed up - the success of my family and so much more.

I really hated Yeonjun.

He was a brat, idiot, know-it-all and disgusting. I had asked my fate several times 'Why him? Why do I have to know someone like that?' ~ I would never have received an answer.

I really hoped he wouldn't come to the little party in the mountain hut by the ski slopes this evening. Hopefully he wasn't in the hut today where there were a thousand posters saying that today was a Party. Because as far as I knew Yeonjun, he took every party with him and always a slut from there who fell for his tricks and then was dropped by him afterwards.

Asshole!

I didn't want to spend any longer in the hotel's swimming area so I went to my room.

The smarter one always gives in, right?

*

Hope dies last, but eventually it dies too.

For me the time had come when the door of the cozy mountain hut opened and Yeonjun entered.

From my seat at the bar I could see the door perfectly and everyone who entered could also see me. Unfortunately, our eyes met immediately. I exhaled in frustration and rolled my eyes. The nice young man named Danwoo, who I had already met on the ski slopes yesterday, looked at me in surprise.

"What's up?" He asked over the loud music in the bar as I looked deep into my cocktail glass, hoping Yeonjun would just ignore me.

"Nothing…I"

"Heyjo Sumi!" A loud voice shouted at us.

Oh, please don't! Why me?!

While Danwoo turned in the direction the voice had come from, I drank my cocktail, which was actually quite strong, in one go.

When I put my glass back down, I was immediately greeted by Yeonjun's sharp eyes. He had stopped close to Danwoo and leaned on the counter so he could look at me.

"I thought you didn't like parties, sweetie." He greeted me.

I gave him a dark look.

"First of all, don't call me sweetie, second of all, I don't like parties when you're around and third, fuck off!" I replied.

Unfortunately, I knew that Yeonjun wouldn't be shaken off so easily.

Yeonjun gave a half-hearted laugh and raised his eyebrows: “That’s bad, I wasn’t planning on going.”

"Excuse me...may I ask who you are?" Danwoo interrupted our conversation and I clenched my teeth so hard that my jaw hurt as Yeonjun looked disparagingly at my acquaintance.

"The question would be mine first." He replied to Danwoo, who seemed a little taken aback.

"Yeonjun! Just shut up and leave!" I protested, causing his gaze to turn back to me. His bored look turned into a wickedly amused grin.

He rested his head on his hand: "Why so pissed off, little one? Your problem if you're always looking for someone who can't satisfy you."

A fire burned inside me. I immediately jumped up from my chair, wanting to choke Yeonjun with the small silver chain that hung around his neck.

I walked up to him and held my finger close to his nose: "I'd like you to-"

Before I could even continue speaking, I felt a hand on my shoulder pulling me back and away from Yeonjun faster than I expected.

It turned out to be Danwoo who pulled me through the dancing crowd, out of Yeonjun's sight. When we finally got to the corner where sofas were, he looked at me a little surprised: "Who was that?"

I looked at Danwoo for a few seconds before I glanced over my shoulder and was relieved to see that Yeonjun didn't seem to have followed us.

"Oh, that was nobody. I've called him my problem my whole life...please don't worry about him, he's just an asshole." I said and Danwoo's facial expressions relaxed a bit.

"Why is he here?"

"I would like to know that too, believe me, fate is just not kind to me."

"Then let's get out of his way."

"Deal!"

Surprisingly, I didn't even see a trace of Yeonjun in the hut for the next 2 hours. He had probably already grabbed the next poor girl and was fucking her somewhere.

I didn't care. Danwoo was so generous in ordering me a ton of alcohol that I didn't even think about Yeonjun. Until Danwoo went to the toilet around 2am, I took a short break from dancing and sank onto the couch in the back compartment of the mountain hut.

The party was surprisingly well attended, the songs were first class and the atmosphere was electric. I was happy to have met Danwoo because I would never go to a party like this alone.

My vision was still clear, but I noticed that my mood was getting significantly better with every second. I also started some conversations with complete strangers on the dance floor. Well, my inhibitions were long overcome.

"Where did you leave your boyfriend?" Someone asked me. I looked to my right where a bad awakening awaited me.

Yeonjun.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I asked, horrified. My good mood immediately disappeared.

"I was sitting here the whole time." He grumbled, taking a sip from his beer bottle that had been resting between his legs.

I stood up immediately.

I thought Yeonjun had already left the party, what was he doing here all of a sudden?!

I stood up immediately.

"Hey, wait! I asked you something!" He protested as I tried walking away. I ignored him and tried to escape through the dancing crowd. Unfortunately, this turned out to be difficult, thanks to the somewhat chubby man in front of me.

"Hey!" I heard Yeonjun say, shortly afterwards a surprisingly warm hand on my forearm. I was spun around and to make matters worse, lost my balance due to my drunkenness.

The next moment I found myself on the floor, between Yeonjun's legs. When I glanced up at him he seemed confused, but this was quickly replaced by a broad smile.

"Oh what did I do to deserve this honor?" He asked and I furrowed my eyebrows.

But before I could get up, Yeonjun leaned forward, his face now close to mine.

"Will you answer my question now?" He asked. The smell of beer could be clearly smelled from his breath. But my breathing probably wasn't any better.

"Why? Jealous?"

"Pfft!" with that amused sound, Yeonjun leaned back and I took the chance to get up.

"Why should I be jealous? You should be." He said and I looked down at him confused.

"What does that mean again?!" I wanted to know and Yeonjun shrugged indifferently.

"I thought I saw your guy disappearing into a cubicle in the toilet with someone earlier." He explained himself and I raised an eyebrow.

"God! How much have you drunk?"

"3 beers and a soju shot. I know what I saw.", He murmured before taking another sip from his bottle, "Think about it, how long has he been gone now?"

Oh my god...he wasn't entirely wrong. Danwoo had probably been gone for a little longer than 15 minutes. I bit my bottom lip, rather unconsciously, as I looked over my shoulder at the toilet entrance.

Well maybe the queue was long…

"Come!" Yeonjun said in a firm voice and walked past me. More successful than me, he made his way through the dancing crowd. I was left a little surprised. It was Yeonjun we were talking about here...he probably just wanted to convince me of something again. Lies were his specialty.

"What's wrong now, potato?" Yeonjun shouted, just loud enough for me to hear him over the music. I bit my lip again before hesitantly moving forward. I trotted after Yeonjun through the crowd. We got to the toilets pretty quickly.

From what I got to know - Danwoo was the complete opposite of Yeonjun. Funny, understanding, decent and attentive...I wouldn't trust him to ever cheat on anyone-

I froze when I saw Danwoo in the doorframe of the men's toilet. A short woman with long black hair stood in front of him, giggling wildly.

"Danwoo?" I immediately forgot it when I saw him and the unknown girl together.

Danwoo turned his head to the side and immediately stood upright. His features looked shocked. Like a little kid who just got caught stealing candy.

"Hey Sumi... uhm it's not what it looks like."

"Oh no! It is exactly what it looks like! What was he like, doll?" Yeonjun joined the conversation, the question obviously directed at the black-haired girl.

So he was right...Yeonjun hadn't lied to me. Then why did I want him to do it?

Contrary to my expectations, my eyes began to burn. A sign of impending tears.

Oh no!

The girl standing in front of Danwoo looked back and forth between me and him, more than surprised, as if she wanted to make sure we both were real.

"What do you want again? I don't even know you." Danwoo said to Yeonjun and I just turned around and ran. I didn't know where my legs would take me, but I just wanted to be somewhere else right now. Somewhere far away.

Why were all boys so shitty? My first boyfriend had already cheated on me...why does it have to happen again?! Why does fate always have to put obstacles in my way?! Why can't I be lucky too?!

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the mountain hut in the freezing cold winter when the first tear finally ran down my cheek.

The cold wind that blew over my arms, which were only covered with a thin sweater, gave me goosebumps. But I was less interested in that right now. I folded my arms and pulled my shoulders up to my ears, as I ran from A to B and cursed things that even I couldn't understand.

Only the light from the window of the hut and the light from the drag lifts twenty meters away brought light to the pitch-dark ski slope that stretched below me.

It's not what it looks like! It's always what it looks like! - "Asshole, idiot, wanker!" I called out into the clear evening air.

"I hope you don't mean me again?" A voice suddenly came from behind me.

I turned around and recognized Yeonjun in the dim light of the surroundings. I quickly turned away again.

Never let your enemies see your tears!- my father always says.

"Are you crying?" He asked further and I heard the snow crunching under his feet.

I frantically wiped my cold teary cheeks.

"Pff, not because of him! How long have you known him - a day?" Yeonjun said. His voice now close behind me.

"What do you want here, Yeonjun? Leave me alone, I have enough to worry about right now!" I replied sharply. For a moment there was silence. I kept my gaze fixed on the snow beneath me. I started to shiver, unintentionally but no wonder given the cold.

"I'll make sure you don't freeze to death out here." I heard him say. His answer was a little softer than usual.

"Ha! That would be fine with you." I hissed back.

"That's nonsense!" Yeonjun exclaimed, the next moment I felt his hands on my shoulders and I promptly were turned around.

"Why are you crying and trying to get yourself killed out here? Boys suck, you should know that."

"Cheating is not only shit, it's anti-social, unrespectful and a crime!", I pulled myself out of his grasp, "I just want to be alone right now, so get lost!"

"You're such a stubborn person sometimes that I just-"

"That you want to - what? - You want to kill me? Then make it easy and get inside! The cold will do the jo-"

Before I could finish, Yeonjun grabbed my forearm and pulled me with him surprisingly easily.

"Let go of me, asshole!" I protested as he opened the door to the mountain hut again.

He showed the tall, broadly built security man his party entry bracelet and also mine, since I was wearing it on my wrist, which he was holding tightly. The man nodded and looked at me a little confused as Yeonjun dragged me further.

"What's your jacket?!" He wanted to know when he got to the cloakroom and finally let me go. His grip would definitely leave bruises. "Mind your own business?" I asked and Yeonjun gave me a dangerous look.

"If you have your jacket, you're welcome to stand outside all night long, but you won't die." He growled.

"Since when have you been interested in my health?" I didn't give in.

"SUMI!!!" Yeonjun shouted clearly for everyone in the hut to hear, even over the loud music. I winced.

"Can't you forget your fucking pride for once and tell me what your fucking jacket looks like?!" He cursed at me. I looked at him for a few moments and then at the woman in the dressing room who had been watching us in shock. Finally, I rummaged through my back pocket of my jeans for the little chip that told the woman where my jacket had been hung.

The woman accepted the chip and disappeared into the cloakroom without saying a word.

"Finally!" Yeonjun turned his back to the coat rack and slumped against it. He looked at me and I suddenly felt very small. My gaze went down.

"You can be quite annoying, you know that?" He said and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. But I didn't say anything, even though there was something on the tip of my tongue that I had been able to respond.

A moment later the woman came back and put my jacket over the counter.

"Here you go, I wish you a pleasant evening." She murmured casually as she eyed Yeonjun skeptically, who still had his back to the woman.

I grabbed my jacket and decided at that moment that there was no point in staying here. So why not leaving?

Without saying another word to the woman or Yeonjun, I turned around and left.

"Put it on in front of me, otherwise I'll have to go out again!" Yeonjun asked me, but I kept going. When I finally got back outside, I put on my warm ski jacket and adjusted my scarf that was stuck in the sleeve of the jacket. Then I stalked off. The snow crunches beneath my feet.

I loved that sound and it always brought me a childlike joy, but right now it didn't spark anything in me.

I was drunk, sad and pissed off...sleep would help...maybe.

"Potato!" I heard Yeonjun calling, who seemed to have followed me outside again. I didn't stop, just looked over my shoulder in the direction of the mountain hut. Yeonjun ran after me, also frantically pulling his jacket over his shoulders.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked when he was no longer two meters away from me.

"To the hotel, I don't want to stay anymore." I explained myself and trudged up the stairs to the drag lift.

"Oh, fuck Danwoo! He wouldn't have made it anyway!" Yeonjun said. The sound of a zipper followed his statement.

"Is it always just about the one thing for you?” I asked as we arrived at the drag lift platform, that was supposed to bring us down. It was empty except for the two of us. The lift attendant had probably gone home hours ago and had just left the lift running.

"Well, I'm just saying, you always pick the losers." Yeonjun said as we stood so that a lift could swing directly into our legs. What happened immediately afterwards. We dropped into the cold seat of the seat lift and began our way down.

"How do you know? Danwoo wouldn’t have-"

"Oh no, don't tell me that. Danwoo wouldn't have gotten anything done. And that's exactly your problem!" He interrupted and I looked at him questioningly after I pulled down the bar that now served us as a belt.

"What's my problem?"

"You're totally unsatisfied! That's why it's so annoying with you."

I tried my best not to give the most sarcastic laugh the world had ever heard.

"You're such an idiot! That's not my problem, it's you! I'm a gentle little flower to others, you know...but as you are to me, I'm to you!"

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, "A gentle flower? How much did you drink?"

"To be honest, a lot, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm telling the truth." I said and crossed my arms.

"Hm...I'd rather stick to my opinion - sounds more logical." Yeonjun grumbled.The rest of the ride was silent. After we got out, we had to walk about 10 minutes to the hotel.

It was strange. I almost didn't feel the need to avoid Yeonjun. Of course he was annoying me - to hell - but I was almost happy not to be alone, even if it was Yeonjun...with whom I shared the silence of the night.

In the second minute of the walk, Yeonjun found his voice again: "Honestly, when was the last time you had really good sex?"

I looked at Yeonjun in horror. He looked at me almost innocently. A stark contrast to his question.

"As if I'm telling you this..." to be honest I've never had sex...but he didn't need to know that. With my first boyfriend it never got further than foreplay. Well, I was 20 now, but I never put any pressure on myself to have sex.

You don't miss what you don't know, so why the rush. The right one will come at some point.

"So it's been ages?" Yeonjun asked and I rolled my eyes. "Why am I even talking to you?!" I grumbled and Yeonjun gave a small laugh. "Because you know deep down that I'll bring it." This statement makes me stand still. I never expected such a statement even from Yeonjun. "Please what?" It slipped my mind and Yeonjun also stopped two steps in front of me. He smiled broadly at me and wiggled his eyebrows.

"I don't want to praise myself, but I've only ever received good feedback. I could get you to your high." He said and you could practically see him mentally patting himself on the shoulder.

"You're disgusting! I thought I am too annoying to put up with for even two minutes." I pointed out and Yeonjun shrugged.

"Drunk you're ok." He said and continued walking. After a few seconds I started moving again.

"Still this won't happen in a thousand years!" I said, earning a laugh from Yeonjun.

"Not even if you were the last one in the world." I continued my thought. Now nothing came from Yeonjun. The thought shook my body.

No, no, I would never go into bed with him. Disgusting!

"I..would." I then heard and looked up. Yeonjun looked over his shoulders at me.

"I do not think so."

"I guess so!"

"Oh man Yeonjun, are you really just thinking with your cock?"

"Would be a huge space for thinking." It took me two seconds to understand what he meant. When it clicked, I pushed him aside: "You're really gross!"

The hotel was already in sight. I almost thought we had a good moment, a minute ago, but now I just wanted to get away from this conversation quickly. Luckily, Yeonjun stayed behind me and kept his mouth shut. But I felt his gaze very present on me.

"Apart from your stubbornness, which really annoys me, you have a really nice body." Yeonjun finally said as we turned into the hotel parking area.

"Yeonjun stop, this is really strange!" I protested, only hearing a deep breath behind me.

"Are you really drunk?" He asked further and I looked over my shoulder. His warm breath puffed into the cold air, clearer than my own.

"I don't think DRUNK but ON DRUNK." I said as I pushed open the front door of the hotel. The lobby was only dimly lit, but cozy and warm. Nobody was here anymore - sure it was about 3am. I stopped briefly in front of the fireplace and stretched out my cold fingers. The ember still released heat.

Mmm, that was nice.

Suddenly someone grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back violently. Immediately afterwards I noticed the corner of the old wooden reception desk on my lower back. Startled, I looked up and was greeted by Yeonjun's sharp eyes. I knew that Yeonjun was significantly taller than me, but he was just so close to me that I had to look up high. His hands firmly on my hips, holding me close to the reception.

"What the hell-"

"Funny...I'm pretty horny right now." He murmured and I saw his eyes suddenly darken. That sent a shiver down my spine.

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Juyeon- The Boyz....Insecurities vs Confidences

Insecurities

He's insecure about having romantic interest in a person and the love never being reciprocated (he may fear a lover falling out of love with him). I don't think he's the type of guy to do well in sex only relationships or even during those moments in relationships when the couple fights and may give each other silent treatment , he could really break down and feel really hurt by silent treatment (not giving him love/attention). I don't know if you guys have ever seen the video of an experiment done on a baby where the mom at first plays with the baby and gives it attention then suddenly acts cold/unresponsive (its like a test to see how parental neglect effects kids). My point is the babies reaction when the mom starts to 'neglect' the baby is quite a similar reaction Juyeon would have when feeling 'neglected' by a lover or friend. (The link please watch to get my point 👉

He can feel like he's not doing enough or bringing enough value to his group. I wonder if he wishes to be the shield or sacrificial lamb to protect the ones he love (he hates to sit by and watch others suffer which could lead him to do dumb things in the name of protecting others, martyr vibes).

He has very depressive and self depreciating thoughts about himself at times. He really could have a hard time seeing what others see in him (like fans), not knowing why they like him and if he ever made a mistake, he wonders if they all would still love him or discard him. (Juyeon is the type of person that when he's feeling good about himself, he feels like a KING. But when he's feeling bad, he's the 'scum' of the earth, in his eyes).

He's insecure about his lack of power sometimes. Especially when it comes to being an idol, some actions are out of his control a lot and could make him feel very small when he doesn't have a say/voice.

I don't think Juyeon should be alone when he has his depressive episodes. For some people, being alone is what they need to feel better. But for him, being alone will just validate his warped opinions of "he can only rely on himself, and himself isn't good enough either", he really needs the care and company of loved ones during these times.

He's insecure about how sensitive and emotional he can be

Confidences

He's confident when he's using his power (whether physical, financial, mental etc..) to protect others and fight for what he believes in. Juyeon definitely is a sort of freedom fighter in a sense, and he isn't afraid to become violent if he has to. He can tap into his masculinity and is comfortable in that energy

Juyeon is confident when he's behaving fatherly (may like kids or just taking care of others). He may like to be the one that gathers people up to have a big dinner and spend quality time together. Awww the vibes I'm getting is so sweet, like when Eric said Juyeon cuddled up with him and spent time with him since he knew Eric had no family in korea to visit during the holidays. Juyeon is definitely a pleaser and caretaker, very comfortable in that role.

Juyeon may be confident in doing his job. Like he knows about the in and outs of the idol industry and what it takes to look good, attract fangirls. He knows how to pose his body the right way at a photoshoot, he knows when to throw finger hearts at the fans and when to act coy, he knows how to make the girls wish they could be with him and the guys wish they could be him .......he just knows what it takes to be the hot celebrity type (if you were an idol that wanted to know the fine details of what it takes to make it in the industry, go to Juyeon, this boy knows every trick in the book).

Juyeon may be confident in his ability to argue/debate. May like doing it too.

He trusts his judgement, like he doesn't second guess his decisions and is quite adventurous/spontaneous. Even when he has no idea what a venture might take him, he still is confident and excited about doing something new and unknown

The Joke Is on You is a song that fits this readings energy

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Vincenzo : Episode 1

Oh my god STOP this title card is saurrrrr good

It is giving me the nostalgia of old crime thrillers which used to have these quiet , animated and wonderful title cards.

his hair are styled to the T my god, not a strand displaced. my dumbass wants to ruffle it a little.

and just like that an entire building is down 🫨

all of the shots up until now have been so pleasing to me. the cinematography is so unserious hot!? mind you, I'm four minutes in. 💀

the random ass vertical shot just as i said this

i thought he was the mafia boss? he's a lawyer

the shots are so beautiful HELP

Ohhhh, his boss is dead.

lmao the man just casually eating pasta. that's an Italian baby 🇮🇹

this man is so busy chowing down on that pasta that he cannot see the threat sitting in front of his table

did Netflix change its subtitles again (since i saw this happen with alchemy of souls i have never recovered my trust in them) like i can read! let them be

throw the pasta in this racist's face vince!!!

[foreboding music]

'regret is the most painful thing one can experience in life' bars! saying this before you kill someone and you're giving them a chance is funny but still bars

all of that blatant racism and heat for Vincenzo but can't handle 3 sentences said in Korean

i knew they were going to burn everything as soon as I saw the damn plane 😭

the driver liked that 😂

the score mixed with the silence is actually so good

not a second has been wasted as of it. it's been so pleasing on the eyes

yes!!! snap and kill that cigarette #real #lungsareourfriends

got out of that bathroom so elegantly to kill everybody 😭😭😭

Adrenaline playing let me just

no way they cut to a scene this cute WHO IS SHE I LOVE HER

lmaooo where is this discussion going, is she trying to strongarm him? gotta be the most adorable way I've ever seen

LMFAOOOO she is deadass singing Für Elise while making him take out the cake topper 😂

a string of money coming out she is so unserious 💀✋

wait I know this man

it's candy in my ear !!! cutie !!!

I LOVE HER

Do Bong Soon's dad and Itaewon class villain! Him being here... will this be a hit or a miss 😟

he's mad because she's working for the enemy, it's giving Itaewon Class

I still find it fun as of yet though

lmao is this emotional blackmail. ah we both clocked it 😂

cutieeee

i just watched xo kitty before this so this man getting a free taxi is so funny when my girl was running for her life in Korea when she got out of the airport

lmaooo not this limo man being a kidnapper

he's got really pretty eyelashes

[sinister laugh continues] 💀

honestly kidnappers accidentally kidnapping someone from the mafia is a storyline i can always get behind. you deserve each other!

the old man from alchemy of souls!

[ominous music playing]

superiors being lax after getting an important tip from a junior once again before impending doom

the way i already know what's going to happen to taecyeon like let me not get attached

His hair are so poofy and cute let me run a hand through them 😭

my man who burned like 7000 acres and contributed to 100% of climate change just got kicked in the face and knocked out cold by two casual robbers 😭

a true homecoming

i did not expect this show to be funny

speaking in lower tones with pauses so we know for sure that they're the bad guys doing a business deal

flower of evil detective?!! they really picked one person from each of the 5 kdramas I've watched 💀

he's having the worst day one can have in a new country 😂

the dramatic ass Italian music playing

the piano player 😂 oh wow the tenants of this building are something

lmaooo Vince having the weirdest day in Korea after having an intense I’m the shit, fear me moment in Italy is sending meeee

what is going on in this building

awoop monk jump scare

how does he look THAT good in a blue shirt

lmaooo the chef

everytime water goes out in foreign serials the south asian in me wants to beg people to just keep one bucket in their bathrooms just in case!

do not burn yourself king

the shower doing its own concert with breakdance slay

freezing water is always better than getting burnt by hot water 😭

he gets my pigeon hate omg they’re always outside your window !!!! doing the most 😡

leave sir 🐦 omg don’t use your phone !!

is that his mom? free us from the dumbass narrative of mom leaving child for adoption as heartless. y’all hate women and don’t get it at all

she is correct! this is literally not relevant and y’all are just trying to rile hate for her here. he’s teary eyed. oh no she worked for an abuser ?!!! let her TALK

MOTHER I WILL AVENGE YOU

wait isn’t that lawyer our girl?

eugh annoying perverts. stop taking pictures of strangers challenge failed

get them aunty!

okay opera chef !!! lmaooo the dramatic music playing in this show gets me 💀

nawww he made the chef cry 😭

I'm bonding hard to every 3rd character on the screen like why is the conversation between lawyer dad and mom wrongly in jail making me soft

I know it's actors being actors but I'm so happy to see laywer dad ( Yoo Jae Myung) be soft again. I was ready to fight through the screen with him in Itaewon class.

I love the Mr. Cho actor so much. He truly has the funniest expressions. 😂

NOOOO Mr. Cho. Oh this is nasty

lmao is her dad emancipating from her

#saveMrCho omg

NO NO NO NO NO you cannot do this to me

I am suddenly terrified like I'm already low key devestated

beat his ass sister !!!

lmao the Italian ass entry 😭

help how has he not fallen to his death that's a measuring tape 😭

i need to take a self defense class at some point lol

slayyy

[chill-that-ur-inmyhead]

Do you have any plans for tomorrow?

Try to make it to the gym. Also need to get some news pens so maybe pop into town. It is stormy weather at the moment which is really making me hesitate on going outside haha.

What's the longest movie you've ever seen?

Barbenheimer! Double bill but just one single movie would have to be Gone with the Wind.

What movies did you watch a lot as a kid?

Disney and teen rom com/ coming of age.

How many rooms are in your home?

3 bedrooms.

Do you ever experience imposter syndrome?

Yes trying hard to power through but I do feel like I am waiting for someone to call me out. Similar to Mr Huntzberger calling out Rory saying she just doesn't "have it." I think I'd steal a boat as well.

What was the last place you rode to in a car?

Pick up my brother from work at the local airport.

Do you have a PayPal account? If so, how often do you use it?

I do but rarely use it. Likely to use it if I'm purchasing something from a site that is new to me or international shipping.

Are you cold right now?

I am wrapped up in layers, long sleeved top, cardigan, wrap, blanket and a hot water bottle.

How old will you be at your next birthday?

26.

Before this one, when was the last time you took a survey?

Hmmm probs months ago - just checked and exact date is 20th July 2024.

Can you skip rope?

Yes. Used to be a regular activity.

Have you ever participated in a charity fundraising event?

Yes.

What is your hair like at the moment?

Newly washed and light.

Do you like cucumber?

Yes. Have it almost every day.

What do you like and dislike about your job? (or your last job)

Likes: good experience for problem solving and get to help people with various issues, have learnt a lot. Sometimes the clients are grateful. My colleagues and lovely and we have a laugh.

Dislikes: Sometimes the clients are not grateful. The managing team can be a bit micro-manage-y. The team also have to deal with a number of clients a day but it is impossible to deal with the clients and maintain a high quality of advice given. It is a constant push and pull between quantity and quality.

It is all about the career progression. I am happy where I am but I have plans.

Have you ever had a dream job? If so, did you give up on it, and why? Or do you happen to have that dream job?

I am still working towards it.

What's the last sitcom you watched?

New Girl.

What car did your parents or guardian drive when you were growing up?

It was a ford mondeo estate.

Do you have milk in your fridge right now? What kind?

Yes, cow's semi skinned milk.

Are you left or right handed?

Right-handed

If you have your ears pierced, how old were you when you got them done?

I don't but have been considering getting them pierced at my big age of 25.

Do you have any other piercings?

Nope.

What was the last thing you wrote down in the notes app on your phone?

Converting GBP to Euros.

Have you ever been on a winery tour?

Nope I would probs get so drunk.

When was the last time you were hungover?

September at a work event - lots of free booze.

Do you still have Facebook? If so, how often do you check it?

I do have Facebook. I opened it recently to join some Taylor Swift merch trade groups.

Are you wearing your favourite colour today?

Yes.

Would you ever want to visit South Korea?

I would love to.

How many times in your life have you been in love?

I suppose once.

Do you like your name?

It suits me. But it has taken me a while to realise that and do have name envy if I meet someone with a cool, unique name.

[about-me-or-something]

Hello my name is Jairawitte, but everyone calls me Zazu, because it's easier than remembering my name.

This is supposed to be a blog about me and when I'm asked about me I always ask, who am I?

And today I will try to answer that nice question, but first some basic information.

I'm in my 20's, I like to draw and I also like to write, I have five siblings, my father is a chef and my mother is a teacher.

I live on the highway in San Isidro, in a condo where almost nothing ever happens, it's too calm and quiet.

I know you may wonder where my name comes from and if you think it is the combination of my parents' names, the answer is no, it is not. But I can't answer where the name comes from either as it is a question my father always evades and his answers are always vague. What I can answer is where my nickname comes from, according to my father, it comes from the first word I learned to say so he left it as a nickname.

I said before that I like to write, whatever comes to my mind, but especially, I write my nightmares, since I can remember I have many nightmares and I can also remember in detail every thing that happens in my nightmares. Even if they are terrifying, I like to write them down and try to deduce what they mean, although most probably they don't mean anything, but it makes me excited.

Someday I might tell you about those nightmares, but I'm not responsible if they scare you, I already said they are terrifying.

I like spicy food, very spicy, I also like nice things.

And I also have sickle cell anemia, my doctor says I shouldn't stress or get hot or cold, I should just relax or I might get sick, well actually I'm sick most of the time.

I have always wanted to travel to London and Japan, maybe visit South Korea and try their food.

I am a chocolate fanatic and the only way to contact me is to go to my house, because I never pick up the phone, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that it's broken, so if you want to tell me something or invite me to something you have to do it a long time in advance because it bothers me a lot to be told things at the last minute.

That's all, thanks for reading.

[bbiya131]

i met alpaca.

the one who said we need vacations to reset our work spirit girl must be lying. explain why i felt bluer than monday blues everytime i have to go back to work after a good vacation. my mind is still on the same spot i sat yesterday…..ah anyway.

i went glamping!

i went glamping with my friends last weekend and it was great, fun and quite hectic……..enough to make me forget i have exam coming soon. (dont ask me what exam), back home i was like, right, i have to start study again. #ididnt #yet it was hectic because we didnt prepare enough cause these girls were so ffffreaking busy we only discussed the night before. it was fun cause its beautifull, cold and Alhamdulillah, we were not stuck in jamsss at all! really? in a place where its known for its jam? yea,…..Alhamdulillah again.

although we didnt plan anything, Allah have planned everything so beautifully for us. couldn’t be more grateful.

and…we underestimated the coldness so much the weather literally biting us away. omg we cant even stand 5 minutes outside. braved ourselves to cook and eat out but gave in to just sitting on the bed with hot chocos and monopoly instead. it was SO cold. like, how is it colder than korea winter?

the weather is never at fault, its your outfit. yea yea right.

the place was nice, clean, safe, friendly, like okay i dont have enough vocabs pls dont make me describe, anyway its good. the view was sooo beautiful. the pictures speaks for themselves. people actually thought i went overseas. lol. im gatekeeping this guys. sorry not sorry.

it was quiet, only with the chirping sounds of the birds until these 2 girls (i cant say name, cause #friendprotection), was it 3? they were Allahu, the loudest ever i cant. how can a person talk that much? i do need to heal from these supposed to be healing trip ngl. i think i need months.

first time meeting alpaca, knowing the difference between them and llamas (i swear ive been calling them llamas the whole time i hope theyre not offended),,,twas cool. they were so cute.

this was one of the reasons i want to go to cameron!! i knowww KL have scones too but eating it in cold weather somehow makes it 2 times better. i was waiting in line, anxious bcs i was scared the scones got sold out bcs i saw no one’s ordering it (maybe its sold out?, i thought), i kept praying ya Allah pls make it available please and when I ordered it and saw them not flinching at my scones order and bring them out to me, i was crying inside. ALHAMDULILLAH.

got some strawberries, and stuff and we went back home.

i rate this healing trip 4/5. -1 for being so cold.

i kinda missed it already. the weather.

no actually i’ll take it back. i love KL rainy weather more.

btw, ive been thinking hard on what to write more but i really cant. i really dont know what happened to my brain. i cant express things it’s frustrating. its okay. everything will remain as memories in my head instead.

[noelxbe]

bexjae

if there was a favorite season for jae, it had to be spring or fall. he wasn't one who liked being too hot or too cold if he could help it. there were times he wished the weather would just say being comfortable but he knew that couldn't happen. at least there were fun activities to do during the colder and hotter months that made it all worth it in the end. besides, he loved the beach so taking the chance to go to one now was definitely something he was going to take advantage of especially when it was with a friend he hadn't seen in a bit. jae couldn't stop a smile spreading across his face while his cheeks tint a reddish color. "yeah? i'm glad you think my face is pretty." he beams, feeling a bit giddy. getting compliments were something he was used to at times but he did like it when noel chose to do so. instantly, he nods his head, his eyes bright. "of course! i made sure to and i loved every minute of it. had to keep an eye on your handsome face." he lets the flirty tone hit his voice, not able to stop himself. "i do. i usually go when i go back home to busan when i visit my family." he's taken a back a bit at noel taking his shirt off, shaking his head as he tried to ignore the burn hitting his cheeks more. he'd be fine. he doesn't even understand why he's feeling shy and wishes it would stop honestly.

noel was on the swimming team back in his ‘younger’ days, after high school ended though, he hadn’t done much competitive swimming, if any actually. he didn’t mind it though, as much as he loved racing through the water and trying his best on getting some medal, it was nice joining the water with no other purpose than to just enjoy it. it was mostly summer he got to enjoy the water though, his sister had once gotten him convinced to try winter bathing, but it was a total disaster, clothes falling into the water, her yelling, and it ended up with noel having to buy hot chocolate for her.

he’s pretty sure this won’t be the disaster that the winter swimming was though, he hopes their clothes will stay dry, and with this heath, noel would be surprised if jae wished for noel to buy him a hot chocolate, not that he would say no if the other was craving hot chocolate. 

as much as noel was used to compliments, he still didn’t fully know to react when jaesung was the one giving them. “if you ever join a show like that, let me know, then i can have the gift of being able to stare at your face, not that i’ll stare any less now” he sends the other a smile. “how often do you go to busan?” noel couldn’t imagine living that far away from his family, he’s happy they all moved to korea together, “wanna hit the water?”.

[tonicandjins]

owtft: just me, just you

characters: wonwoo/reader

chapter summary: The only people you ever dated was Kim Mingyu from high school (and it was only because he was a rising actor and you thought celebrities were cool. Kim Mingyu was the exact opposite of cool.) and Lee Donghyuck for literally two days because you learned that he lied about being the same age. You never mentioned a Josh. And now that he thinks about it, you never mentioned ever dating in New York for six damn years.

words: 3600+

disclaimer: names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. i do not claim to own or to have invented any copyrighted characters or concepts that i write about.

taglist: @svtreverie @just-here-to-read-01

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There are certain guidelines, rules if Wonwoo could describe it, when it comes to his friendship with you. Stupid made-up rules, Jeonghan would say, but rules nonetheless.

The first rule is to always keep your hands warm, even though Wonwoo, himself, is always quivering as soon as the temperature hits 21 degrees.

You take the hot pack happily from Wonwoo’s hands as soon as he takes them out the pocket of his coat, your hands pressing the pack in between and Wonwoo could only watch in awe at how your nose is now covered with blush. He makes a quick note of making sure to send a quick text to your helper to ensure that the floor from your home is all warmed up. When you’re ready and have hugged Jeonghan long enough, Wonwoo offers to push your luggage cart towards the exit. You happily agree, and Wonwoo is taken aback when you walk with him, your arm finds its way looped into his, pulling him closer and essentially warming up his chest.

“I should be used to this,” you say when the three of you walk, Jeonghan taking the lead. “I mean, New York is stupidly cold, too. But Korea’s is honestly worse. It’s not even officially winter yet.”

“The papers say the first snow is expected to fall in a couple of weeks,” Wonwoo comments randomly, remembering what he read from the newspaper earlier today.

“As expected,” you hum, tone teasing. “Only Jeon Wonwoo reads the paper for news these days.”

Wonwoo smiles. “If you read more, you would have more knowledge in that empty brain of yours. What a waste of skull.”

Laughing, you smack his forearm, to which Wonwoo feigns his pain. “Excuse me, Mr. Jeon Wonwoo, but I just finished my MBA with flying colors.”

“MBA is only supposed to last for two years. You took yours for four,” Wonwoo retorts.

“It’s because I was going back and forth with my art gallery!” you reply, defensive. Jeonghan laughs, and Wonwoo kisses the top of your head, reminding you that he’s only joking.

“Speaking of,” Jeonghan butts in, pausing his tracks so he could walk the same pace as you and Wonwoo. “Do you plan on taking the gallery to Seoul?”

“Hell no,” you reply all too quickly, eyebrows furrowed, as though it’s the most ridiculous idea ever.

“Let me take that,” Jeonghan interjects, taking the cart from Wonwoo’s palms, pushing it. Wonwoo takes the opportunity to hold hands with you, smiling before kissing the back of your hand. The three of your make your way out of the airport, with you and Wonwoo leading the way to his car.

“It’s not the best idea,” you continue, Wonwoo letting go of your hand so he can help Jeonghan put your luggage in the trunk. “In the US, mom and dad sponsored the whole thing. Luckily, everyone in New York City is a junkie for art no matter who the artist is, so it worked and I gained a little profit out of it. Here in Seoul, I’m not so sure.”

“You were in the papers last year,” Wonwoo points out, placing the last bag in the trunk before closing it shut. “You wouldn’t know, because you don’t read.”

“That doesn’t guarantee that enough people would know my name or if anyone would be interested enough to buy tickets,” you mumble.

Jeonghan immediately opens the door to the backseat, knowing full well that the passenger’s seat in Wonwoo’s car (whichever car he decides to use, at least) has always had your name in it. The older one watches as Wonwoo gently places his palm on top of your head when he helps you enter the car and sit on the passenger’s seat. He gives him a funny look from the backseat, and Wonwoo pretends as if he doesn’t see him.

“Besides,” you continue. “I don’t really want mom or dad to spend any more money on me. This is exactly why I’m back home.”

Jeonghan hums in response as Wonwoo closes the door and jogs around to settle himself on the driver’s seat. Wonwoo starts the ignition, and his heart somersaults when you lean over to kiss him on the cheek, mumbling a thank you for keeping you warm. He nervously watches Jeonghan smirking from the rearview mirror.

“So, what are your plans?” Jeonghan asks as Wonwoo starts to drive.

You hum, breathing out. Ah, that sigh, Wonwoo thinks. The infamous sigh of uncertainty.

“Well,” you start, looking over. Wonwoo reminds himself not to look at you and focus on the road. “I plan to work for Jeon Co and Ltd until I save up enough money to build my own gallery.”

“You say it like you cannot afford it,” Jeonghan laughs.

“My parents can,” you correct. “Not me.”

“When are you starting?” Jeonghan asks.

Jeonghan also works for Jeon Co and Ltd. Wonwoo’s and Jeonghan’s parents are cousins, and you could say that all three of you alongside many of Wonwoo’s cousins already grew up together. Jeonghan works as the director of Operations, while Wonwoo works as the Chief Operating Officer, directly working for his father.

Another sigh leaves your lips. Wonwoo recognizes it as the sigh of silliness.

“Oh, I don’t know, Hannie,” you say, pouting, head turned towards Wonwoo. “I’m not sure if the COO would hire me.”

Wonwoo chuckles. “It’s the Human Resources people that you should be worried about.”

“Hey, I have an MBA,” you reply, a proud smile adorning your beautiful face.

“You failed Algebra,” Wonwoo reminds you. “Twice.”

“Wonwoo!” you gasp. “Jeonghan doesn’t know that!”

Jeonghan only laughs from the backseat.

Wonwoo and Jeonghan take you to your parents’ house, the former promising to come sleepover tonight as soon as he’s done with work, and they leave as soon as you’re settled and all warmed up. The two return to work and finishes up the day, but all Wonwoo could really think about it coming home to you after all the meetings he had to postpone so he could come pick you up at the airport.

You send him a text message in the middle of a meeting with a partner company, telling him that he owes you tteokbokki and fishcake for leaving you all alone at home. He reminds you to catch up with your helpers because everyone in Seoul had missed you immensely. His chest warms up when you send him a selfie with your long-time helper, Auntie Junghwa, your cheeks pressed against Auntie Junghwa’s cheek, your eyes squinting, and Wonwoo wonders if your cheeks ever hurt from smiling so beautifully all the damn time. But then again, he thinks, smiling warmly has always been so natural for you, and Wonwoo would spend the rest of his life making sure you’re always smiling happily.

When the meetings are done, Wonwoo’s secretary reminds him that it’s twenty minutes past seven, telling him he hasn’t touched the dinner she had prepared for him an hour ago and it has gone cold. Wonwoo apologizes like the polite man he is, and thanks her, assuring her that he will have dinner as soon as he gets home. The woman looks distressed, probably from all the hours of working today, and Wonwoo makes a mental reminder to buy her flowers the next day and purchase a gift card from Louis Vuitton for her.

His secretary has been working for the company for a long time. Mrs. Lee previously worked as his father’s secretary for over 15 years, hence it’s also safe to say that she watched him grow up. Wonwoo vividly remembers middle-school you and him waiting outside his father’s office while your parents were in a meeting; Mrs. Lee would always make sure that you and him were entertained until your parents were done. When Wonwoo got the position of COO as soon as he finished his MBA, his only request was to have Mrs. Lee as his secretary. His father gladly granted that, knowing full well that anyone would work more effectively with Mrs. Lee on their side.

When all is settled and done, Wonwoo leads the way to the elevator with Mrs. Lee trailing behind her. The two make their way to the parking floor.

“How’s Y/N?” Mrs. Lee asks. “I have not seen that lady in two years. The last time was when she visited you on your first day as COO.”

Wonwoo smiles at the memory.

(Wonwoo remembers that he had been ecstatic, all too delighted to have his own office, after two years of sharing an office with another manager like him.

The day had been so exhausting, knowing how easily Wonwoo’s social battery runs and drains, but he couldn’t be more grateful. There were so many people at Jeon and Co. Ltd’s annual party, which is also the day his father decided to announce Wonwoo’s promotion. The previous COO had retired, and everyone knew there was no better person to replace him than the heir of the company himself. Wonwoo was, of course, well aware of the privilege of being the son of the CEO himself, but that never meant that he did not work hard to earn this opportunity to be appointed as the COO. In most fairytales, positions like this are handed in a silver platter, but Wonwoo’s father, growing up from the slums and making his way through the success that started with a dream, with no inheritance or privilege, had always been so transparent about making Wonwoo earn the position. Hence, Wonwoo, who had always looked up to his father and had always told everyone that his father was his hero, worked hard to earn it. Unlike most heirs, as early as his education in high school, Wonwoo studied hard. His grades were beyond what was expected of him, and he even got included to the list of the famous top 1% in the entirety of South Korea. As soon as he got his degree, he decided he wanted to be involved with the business as early as then, which is why he worked as a manager for a couple of years while taking his MBA.

Wonwoo would say the day could be the happiest day of his life, but you hadn’t been there.

While he sat on his own executive ergonomic office chair that he chose himself, he thought about you on the other side of the world. It was around 8 in the evening, and the noise had died down an hour ago when everyone left as the conclusion of the entire afternoon of celebrating. Wonwoo had known it was maybe 6 in the morning where you are and he had reminded himself to call you as soon as it was safe to say you’ve woken up. But of course, as someone who gives Wonwoo a heart attack anytime he doesn’t expect it, you had entered his nearly empty office. Wonwoo had almost fallen out of his seat.

There you were, just as he was thinking about you, wrapped in a dark coat, hair a little messy, looking like you’re out of breath. Your hands carried a present, a canvas wrapped in black and white paper.

“I’m sorry,” you had said, catching your breath; Wonwoo was already walking towards you, knees shaking. “My flight had been delayed for a few of hours. I swear, I wanted to be here before lunch but—”

But Wonwoo had already taken the gift from your hands, carefully placing it on the coffee table nearby, engulfing your frame in a tight, warm hug, closing his eyes, praying that it wasn’t a dream.

“Congratulations,” you had mumbled against his chest. Wonwoo had to remind himself to keep breathing, because he was losing it at that point. None of his senses were working well. All he knew was that you were there, with him, on the supposed happiest day of his life thus far, making it the happiest day of his life thus far.

“You’re here,” were the only words that Wonwoo could say. On a normal day, he would have been anxious about you possibly hearing how loud his heart beats, thumps, when you’re around, but in that moment—in the middle of his new office, Seoul’s busy streets having no idea that Jeon Wonwoo, the newly appointed COO of Jeon and Co. Ltd is at his happiest state—he couldn’t care less. You were welcome to listen to the beat of his heart, his arms around you, yours around his.

“Of course, you dummy,” you laughed, pulling away a little so you could look up at him, eyes glistening. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. It's just, the timing of everything was just awful, I’m sorry I was late.”

“No, sweetheart,” Wonwoo had replied, shutting off the thoughts in your head because he knew well how much you hated disappointing anyone. “You’re here. And that’s all that matters.”

You had buried your face back to his chest, Wonwoo kissing the top of your head, and mumbled how much you’re proud of him.

“I love you,” you had mumbled.

Wonwoo didn’t need another second to say it back.

And now that he thinks about it, would it have been a bad idea to have kissed you that night?)

“She’s well, gained a little weight but don’t tell her I told you,” Wonwoo replies, chuckling. Mrs. Lee laughs.

Wonwoo smiles even wider, remembering that you told him earlier that you plan to eat your weight for the next month so you could hibernate the entire winter.

“She’ll visit on Monday,” he confirms. “She’ll find you when she comes.”

“I hope so,” Mrs. says. “How old are the two of you now?”

“Twenty-six,” Wonwoo answers.

“And when do you two plan to get married?” she asks, and Wonwoo’s taken aback. Mrs. Lee finds his reaction funny, his eyes wide, as if a secret has just been unveiled. “Oh, Wonwoo, honey, you cannot hide anything from me.”

“We’re, we’re not together like that,” he defends.

“At least not yet,” she adds. “Wonwoo, honey, you’re both twenty-six. Don’t you think it’s about time you tell our oblivious Y/N what you feel towards her?”

Wonwoo sighs. The elevator dings, telling them they have arrived at the basement, where the parking area is located.

“Mrs. Lee, it’s not that easy,” he answers as they step out. “If it were that easy, I would’ve confessed in second grade.”

The two walk together to find their own car, and of course, Wonwoo waits for Mrs. Lee to say something before they part ways. She always liked saying the last words in a conversation.

“You have shown it for many years now, Wonwoo,” she says. “The only thing you need to do now is to say it.”

“I’m sure she knows, Mrs. Lee,” Wonwoo replies.

“But has she ever heard it come out of your mouth, dear?” she asks. Wonwoo is silent. “Goodnight, dear. Go home safely.”

Then she drives away.

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As promised, Wonwoo returns to your parents’ home with a bag of overnight essentials and tteokbokki and fishcake.

“You didn’t have to go out of your way for tteokbokki,” you pout when you take the plastic bag from his hands and settle them on your kitchen counter. “We could have gone tomorrow. And Jeon Wonwoo, why do you come home only at nine in the evening?”

Wonwoo’s nose scrunches, laughing at your nagging. “Meetings,” he answers and helps you take out the food from the plastic bags, settling himself on the stool from the island counter.

“Things has to change now that I’m home,” you announce, hopping so you could sit beside Wonwoo. “Less meetings. More me time.”

“The untouchable chaebol in you is oozing,” Wonwoo teases, breaking a pair of chopsticks for you. “How’s Seoul so far?”

“Cold.” As expected. “But I missed you.” Wonwoo ruffles your hair. “For a minute, I kind of forgot that you’re big time now, with your COO title and cool ass office and your unavailability because you’re literally the most in-demand person in Jeon and Co. Ltd. these days.”

Wonwoo watches you take the first bite from the famous rose tteokbokki, moaning in delight as soon as its taste hit your tongue. “Gosh, nothing in New York could top the tteokbokki down the street.”

“Right?” Wonwoo asks, smelling the food first before nibbling the simmered soft rice cake. You hum in agreement. “There’s a new restaurant nearby the office. Mrs. Lee bought lunch from that place a week ago and it was scrumptious, like literally no words at all.”

“Does the place look nice? Something I can post on my Instagram?” you ask, mouth full.

“I haven’t been there,” Wonwoo answers. “Let’s go there tomorrow. And all the other places I’ve discovered while you were gone.”

“You act as if I was gone for ten years,” you joke.

“You were gone for a long time,” he rebuts. “Long enough to miss new places to try. Did you know how hard it was to take Jeonghan? He makes me pay for everything. Am I even his dongsaeng?”

You laugh, taking a stick of skewered fish cake from the box.

It’s true, Wonwoo thinks. He loves Jeonghan and would die for him, but all he ever does is make Wonwoo pay, saying that the one who invites should be the one to pay. Wonwoo could say that your love language is most likely food, even though it’s not officially one of the five from the list he found on the internet when he was trying to learn more about love. (Of course, Wonwoo is the only one who would read to learn about love.) Your eyes have always sparkled differently when Wonwoo brings food for you, even when you two were little. You had always liked sharing food, even though Wonwoo is so annoyed by it if it were other people. Anyone could cut themselves in half, begging for him to share his food, and Wonwoo wouldn’t bat an eyelash, but with you, it had always been different. You were the exception to many things in his life.

During your absence, Wonwoo didn’t really have anyone to eat with. Everyone at work knows he likes his food delivered directly to his office, so nobody ever bothers to ask him to join for lunch. And Wonwoo would rather die first than ask anyone but you to eat with him. This, Jeonghan had always known, so the devil himself made sure that he’s available (around, lingering annoyingly and on purpose in Wonwoo’s office) when the clock hits 11:50am. It took weeks for this tactic to work, but eventually, Wonwoo gave in and started inviting Jeonghan out for lunch (dinner, too, sometimes) and the one older always makes him pay. And imagine almost four years of that. Wonwoo reckons he could build a house with the amount of money he has spent on Jeonghan’s food alone.

You were away (away, never gone) for more than six years, having only to visit on some holidays, but not every year, not even on Chuseok, yours and his favorite holiday. When you moved to the States, your parents had also followed after you. It was a great opportunity for the company to expand the business in the mainland, anyway, and nobody wanted to pass up on that. Sometimes, Wonwoo would visit you, but with how hectic his own schedule was, he had only done that twice. (You took him to Central Park, and Wonwoo remembers taking so many pictures of you while thinking about every rom-com film set in New York and hoping you and him could have a cheesy, happy ending in the city, too.)

Absence make the heart grow fond, people would say, but Wonwoo had always known that he didn’t need you to be away to realize his own feelings.

Wonwoo wonders how was it for you, being away from him and all.

“Oh, Jeonghan is so going to like Josh.”

That’s not an answer Wonwoo expected.

“Josh?” he asks.

Have you ever mentioned a Josh? 

Wonwoo’s mind traces the conversations you had with him over the phone. He might have missed it; you might haven mentioned it at three in the morning in Seoul, when Wonwoo’s mind is all groggy and cloudy from slumbler. But Wonwoo swears he would have remembered it the next day regardless. Josh? Doesn’t ring a fucking bell. Wonwoo’s going to get a heart attack.

“Yeah, I haven’t told you, have I?” Obviously. And you’re way to chirpy to talk about a Josh that Wonwoo has never heard of. “He was my senior in college. We took our MBA together. Tried to date for like two weeks. Broke it off because I realized—”

“Dated?” Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrows. The only people you ever dated was Kim Mingyu from high school (and it was only because he was a rising actor and you thought celebrities were cool. Kim Mingyu was the exact opposite of cool.) and Lee Donghyuck for literally two days because you learned that he lied about being the same age. You never mentioned a Josh. And now that he thinks about it, you never mentioned ever dating in New York for six damn years. The thought makes the screws in his brain spin faster, overthinking, perhaps you had dated the whole fucking time without telling him. Oh God, Wonwoo’s is going to pass out.

Wonwoo loses his speeding, fucking dashing train of thoughts when you lightly hit his chest.

“Stop overthinking, dummy,” you say before he goes overboard. “I never told you because it was never official and I was never sure if I liked him enough.”

“Why are we talking about a Josh, then?” he asks. “If it was never official.”

“Because he’s moving to Seoul, too!” you exclaim. Excitedly. 

You and Wonwoo’s dynamics have always been constant, despite the years, despite the distance. Two peas in a pod. Always on the same page.

Wonwoo has a terrible feeling that things will change soon.

[zukuist]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

—

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Baekhyunie don't leave me - Part 4

big thank you to @kjikaila for making this moodboard, it's a masterpieace. check out their work y'all.

barista!baekhyun x fem!reader ; chanyeol mentionned

mafia!AU | action | angst | smut | nsfw

guns, violence, revenge plotting. but also dry humping, sir kink, lots of begging, getting caught kink, semi public, jealousy, possessiveness, hair pulling, spanking, degradation, objectification, oral (m), deepthroat, spit play, slight breath play, orgasme control (f), dacryphilia, cum play 🌸 🌼🌷 🌹 🌻

7.3k word count

Don’t trust anything in this story. Don’t trust the cute bright cover, don’t trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl.

Concept: the inspiration comes from a song: Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose.

A/N: This part was so fun to write. It's also pretty intense and action packed brace yourselves <3 -Cat 😸

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A nice and warm cup of tea was all you needed. That was your thought as you sunk your body in the comfortable couch of your living room. The day was tiring, and the least you could do about it was treating yourself to your favorite tea blend: strong black tea with vanilla and cherries that nicely toned down the bitterness with sweet fruity flavor.

Earlier today you had to sit through a horrible meeting with the Lees, a rival family that has been trying to find a way to sign a truce by all means possible and they settled their minds on marriage. You audibly sighed at the ridiculous idea as you recalled the awful day.

They asked your father for your hand to give to their eldest son so many times that you eventually lost count. The age was not an issue, he was around your age but you just didn't have any interest in Seokhun. He was just a stupid and brainless brute. Every time you saw him he reminded you of a gorilla that was forced to wear a suit and to use chopsticks to eat. He was not handsome, not funny, not smart and definitely not interesting.

Plus, why would your family have signed this kind of agreement? The Lees were on the verge of their doom. They were losing money and more and more territories. In other words, they were the ones needing and relying on this union, not you.

This marriage was the last hope for them, because they didn’t have enough funds to engage in a business partnership with your family.

Your father was sick and tired of saying “no” on your behalf to the Lees and so how terrible it was when he told you to take responsibility by going yourself to the meeting and refusing the marriage proposal in person. A shiver ran down your spine while you blew on your hot beverage and remembered the evening.

The ominous single light hanging over the round table with the head of each clan, their right hands and the ��almost” fiancés.

The head of the Lee family entered a burning rage, getting up and jolting his fist on the table while your father, Chanyeol and yourself remained seated and completely silent.

“You heard her, Lee…” your father's cold voice resonated. “She said no'' his tone was sharp, slowly detaching every syllable to make sure the message got across.

“You cannot possibly refuse this” Mr Lee exclaimed pointing an accusing finger to your father.

“She’s a big girl she can speak for herself” his eyes were unwavering.

“She’s just a child! You should learn how to discipline your brat of a daughter. Or I will”

Tension in the room reached its capstone. Seokhun laid a hand onto his father’s shoulder in a desperate gesture to make him weigh his words. No mobster in the right mind would ever dare to threaten your family like this. In all of Korea, your father was known to have the shortest temper there was. He killed many times and for far less than that. When Mr Lee finally realized what he let slip out of his mouth, terror gradually contorted his features into a horrified mask as his eyes were frantically scaning your father’s unreadable face.

But your father only laughed. Throwing his head back, and shoulders shaking. The laugh was as genuine as could be. You saw Seokhun and his father exchange a relieved glance, even allowing themselves a small smile as stress was lifted off their shoulders.

“I’m not the one you should be scared off”

His eyes shifted to you as you took your revolver out of its holster, directly aiming at Mister Lee between his two googly eyes. Everybody in the room froze. It felt like a sheet of lead had been draped over the faces of every Lee around the table.

“C-come on” he stuttered while he raised his hands swoly, beads of sweat running down his brow bone, running on his textured and greasy skin to crash on his mouth. You shoved the canon on his forehead. His heated rind, contrasting with the coldness of your gun.

“I said No” you stated again, your patience running dangerously thin.

“Y-Y/n” hearing your name in his disgusting mouth made you grit your teeth with aversion. “Please reconsider. If our families were to unite we would be unstoppable” his raised hands were trembling at the side of his fat sweaty face, his beady eyes crossed to look and the chiseled cannon pointed at him. A pathetic sight that repulsed you.

“But please clarify something for me” you leaned closer to whisper. “Why would I marry a corpse?”

“What?”

You shifted your aim from Mister Lee to Seokhun shooting a 9mm bullet at close range right through his face. The pistol was so powerful that the recoil lifted your entire arm up. The sound was so loud that it shattered your eardrum, plunging the whole room into a silent chaos apart from the high pitched static sound you were hearing. The bullet was so thick that it left a gaping whole into the now unrecognizable, but just as untasteful face that used to be Seokhun's.

Mr Lee started to scream as he leaned over the lifeless body of his son. Tears and sweat dripped down his face disfigured by sorrow.

“Learn your fucking place Lee” you spat at him before your father, Chanyeol and yourself existed. Leaving the broken down clan to their fate.

So after a nice bath to take the remaining pieces of Seokhun out of your hair, a warm cup of tea was, to say the least, very much needed.

You shook your head trying to chase away the tiring memory of the evening and took a sip of your sweet black tea. The bitter taste and hot liquid instantly made you relax your shoulders as you sunk your back in the soft cushiony couch, snugly wrapped up in a blanket and wearing your most comfortable pyjama set of pastel purple jersey mini shorts with a matching loose fitted cropped tank top .

And to add up to the shitty day you couldn’t see Baekhyun today. Actually you hadn't seen him in a week.

And spending your three month anniversary by yourself was just the cherry on top.

Baekhyun was a busy guy. Running and managing the shop all by himself. It would happen many times that he would cancel scheduled dates because he was just too busy and/or too tired.

Also coming to visit him at the shop was much more complicated now that you two were dating, contrary to what one might think. The rare times that you’d come he would spill the coffee or mess up the orders. In other words he was way too distracted by you even if you would just stand in the corner and patiently wait for him. So you were simply forbidden from setting foot inside the café.

And today was just one of those where Baekhyun couldn’t find the time in his very tight businessman schedule.

You sighed to yourself and grabbed the book waiting for you on the coffe table of the luxurious living room.

The hours passed by and you don’t notice them as you’re completely sucked in the blackhole of the fascinating story. But the buzzing sound of your phone pulled you from the fantasy world.

Bambi 🦌 is calling

Your heart jumped in a loud celebration, your eyes darted to the big clock. 11 PM. Already? You hastily grab the phone and answer.

“Hello? Baekhyun? Isn’t it a little too late I thought you were sleep-”

“Come and open the door” You’re confused.

“What?

“Now”

You left your blanket on the couch and hurried down the hall to open the door. As soon as you set a foot out the door frame, strong arms harshly pulled you out to slam you on the blank wall of the hall of the luxurious apartment complex. You tightly shut your eyes in shock, bracing yourself for the impact on the drywall and let your phone slip through your fingers, which crashed on the cold marble tiles.

Before you could even open your eyes back up you felt impatient lips crashing onto yours. Plush, soft, pouty lips. Baekhyun’s lips. You opened your eyes again and he was trapping you between his muscular arms and the wall, hungrily kissing you. The wet and slick sounds of kissing resounded in the hallway.

“Fuck babydoll I missed your taste so much” Baekhyun whispered, finally parting his lips from yours, panting. Lust filled his dark brown orbs, two lewd little shiny marbles staring you down with desire.

“Baekhyun what are you-?”

But he cared little to let you finish and instead he pulled on the thin tank top, the thin straps falling off your shoulders as the fabric is being pulled below your breasts, leaving them out in the open in the middle of the hall.

You let out a small frightened whimper and in a reflex try to cover yourself but Baekhyun stopped you by taking both your wrists in one strong hand and pinning them above your head, straining the fabric under your boobs and pushing them up.

“Fuck baby you look so fucking stunning” he said eyeing down your down chest while you lightly squirmed in embarassement.

“Baekhyun” you whispered. “Can’t we go ins-”

You cut yourself when his other hand went to tease your exposed nipple. Drawing small circles on it, flicking and pinchinging it, making the bundle of flesh perk up. Baekhyun smirked devilishly when small and shameful moans erupted from your mouth.

“Would you look at that? Perfect fucking tits for me. Right, Princess?”

You nodded as you felt tingles build up in your core making you instinctively press your thighs together.

“Please Sir, can we go inside?” you beg once more, shame painting your cheeks bright red as you give nervous looks around the empty hall. The nickname had Baekhyun’s teeth showing as he smirked even wider.

“There’s no time, baby” he said before his hand left your breast to open his zipper and whip out his thick cock, already swollen with blood. Hard and menacing.

You let out a small whimper as soon as you lay eyes on it, remebering the countless times he fucked you with the massive member over the course of the last 3 months.

“Want this, baby?” he said as he slipped his tip underneath your shorts and panties. The hot length gliding on your pubic bone.

“Yes Sir please” you beg.

“I’m going to fill your little pussy up just like this” you looked down and saw the imprint of his hard cock underneath your shorts, you bit your lips at the visible and thick bulge twitching against the thin skin of your lower stomach, the panties making sure his cock was tight and flush against your skin.

“Fuck your little cunt just like this” his pulled out slightly only to forcefully smash back in, straining the thin fabric of your panties. “You want that? Want me to fuck you just like this”

“Yesss. Please sir” you cried out, squirming under him while he continued to make back and forth motions against you, pressing his weight onto your wrists above your head.

“What a good girl” he purred in your ear, his warm breath on your neck making the hairs on your nape stand. “I’m going to fuck you like this right here right now” he rolled hips onto yours making you clench your thighs together, deseperatly seeking some friction against your needy bundle of nerves.

“I want you to scream my name so loud the neighbors come out here to check on you”

“Fuck” you whispered under your breath picturing the shocked gaze of your rich and uptight neighbors living next doors.

“I want you to scream so loud and feel so good they’ll stay just to enjoy the show of my raw meat tearing your pretty little pussy apart” he gave another powerful thrust inside your shorts, precum coating your pubic bone, allowing him to move faster. While you felt your own arousal drip down your inner thighs, making your skin shine even below the line of the shorts.

“Yes sir please fuck me right now. I want everyone to know my pussy belongs to you” Baekhyun smirked against the crook of your neck.

“Are you going to be a good little girl and let everybody hear the pretty sounds you make when you cum on my cock?” You nodded “Use your words baby” he said as pressed harder on your wrists.

“Yes sir” you whimpered. Baekhyun then released your hands and placed both of his on the waist bend of your shorts, ready to pull them down in the middle of the hall. Baekhyun is a man of his words and you know he’s about to make all of this true.

But you heard the familiar buzzing sound. Your eyes shifted to the phone lying on the ground next to you. It was a text from Chanyeol.

PLEASE Y/N ANSWER THE PHONE!!!!

Immediately your mind started to race. You forgot about everything surrounding you and pick up the phone just as you receive another call.

“Yeah?” you answered; already on edge. Baekhyun gave you a confused look.

“Y/n thank god I thought they got to you too” Chanyeol sighed from the other end of the line. His voice was strained, heavy but nonetheless relieved.

“What do you mean?” you interrupted.

“It’s the Lees… They came to the hangar and set fire to the cocaine… We put it out but they used that as a diversion to attack us… and... “ His voice started to shake. “They got Minho…He.. he’s dead” he broke finally.

Minho has been a loyal and trustworthy member of the handful of men in your father’s close circle… You didn’t know him very much. He was distant and secretive but the job made him this way. And you knew him long enough to know he had your father’s back in any situation. Like this one, protecting the family even when your father was in Sicily. Burning white rage started to pump through your veins and blurring your vision.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Baekhyun asked, tilting his head, trying to catch your gaze in his orbs. But his voice was distant, almost inaudible.

“Chanyeol, wait for me there. I’m on my way.”

You hung up and immediately ran with big strides inside to your bedroom. You swiftly replaced your soiled pyjama shorts made wet with yours and Baehyun’s arousal with a pair of jeans and button up a white shirt slipped over your pyjama tank top. You took your chiseled pistol from your closet and put it in the holster strapped to your chest before throwing over yourself a black leather jacket, concealing the weapon before Baekhyun stormed in.

“Y/n, what's happening?” Baekhyun asked as he entered the room, confusion was painted all over his beautiful features, making his pink lips perk up in a perplexed pout.

“Hum… I- I kinda have a family emergency… I’m sorry but I have to go” you gave him no further explanations and left right away. His eyes followed you as you ran in the hall and as your figure vanished behind the elevator door.

You don’t even have time to think of anything else, not even him. The only thing that mattered was the family.

Every year around this time your dad flies out to Sicily to visit your mother’s grave and you know it is unavailable now. As the future head of the clan it is your duty to step out and protect the family. And it’s exactly what you intend to do.

When you reach the hangar outside the city it’s still smoking, even if the fire is put out. Chanyeol reached you right away.

“Thank God you’re here” he stared at you with round alarmed eyes. “Your father is unreachable and …” his voice trembled. You’ve enerve seen him so shaken before. “Minho…” His chagrined voice was caught in his throat and he was unable to finish his sentence.

The tall man averted his glossy eyes. This kind of weakness in his orbs was new to you. It was only the risk of this career. Everytime you would open your eyes every morning was a gifted day because you never knew if you were going to be lucky enough to open them again the next morning.

It was your reality… Something you had to accept a long time ago when you were just a child, when your mother was murdered in cold blood in front of your very eyes in Sicily. Your tiny hands bright red with blood, your face soaked in tears as the coastal winds whipped sand in your face. But you repressed this memory a long time ago.

Unlike Chanyeol, you felt no sorrow. Even if you wanted to, you would be unable to help Chanyeol with his grief. You made yourself numb to these feelings and there was no going back. No pain, no grief, no heartache. Whatsoever. Never again. True to the promise you made to yourself.

But you still felt something. Something you could use, something you thrived on. Rage. Only incendiary hatred, burning through your guts and heart, frantically pumping seething blood through your veins.

“I'll go'' you said, already turning on your feet.

“Wait! Y/N!” Chanyeol shouted, catching your forearm in his large palm. He was trembling. When you turned around you finally got to see his eyes. This big man, looking back at you with such sorrow that drooped his teary eyes. Holding you with such force, as if he was holding your heart, big hand wrapped around it, protecting it. His body has a strange hiccup, like he hesitated to take you in his arms. But in the end. He did.

“You can’t go alone… if anything happens to you too… Your father would never… I would never forgive myself…” his faint voice whispered at the side of your face, his wet cheek pressed against yours as he finally gave in.

You balled your hands into two fists.

“You’ll just have to trust me on that one”

***

When you arrived at the manor of the Lees, two men were guarding the front door. You didn’t expect less. The two mastiffs are cocked to the tooth with two heavy machine guns. But the weapons and the munitions make them bulky and not exactly nimble.

You unbuttoned your white shirt to let your chest slightly peek out and approached the two men. Staggering, your body swaying side to side and hiccuping.

“I’m sorry but I can’t seem to find my car. Do you mind helping me” You slurred your words just enough to hint and the fact that you were heavily intoxicated. Before they could answer you fainted to lose balance and threw yourself in the arms of one of them.

The oldest trick in the book proves itself to be still effective because right away the guard plunged his avid eyes into your decolletage while the second one was already lowering his guard, making the stupid mistake of not considering a young and pretty girl to be a theart.

You giggled in his ear while you felt him relax in your arm. And that was the perfect time to strike. Without even taking the shoulder stra off the weapon over the head of the guard, you aimed the cannon at the other one and shot a salvo of bullets right in his chest. Blood splattered everywhere but you managed to turn around and use the other guard as a shield to keep you unsullied. After all, you still had a date to get back to and you didn’t want to be covered in blood, which was understandable but probably not very realistic.

As the man was trying to punch you, you caught his hand and twisted his arm. You heard his joint make a loud pop and the man fell down to his knee, holding his dislocated shoulder with his other hand while he cried and moaned in pain. With the same move you managed to subdue and disarm him. You only have to pick up his weapon and finish the job. You stood over him and shot him in the head. In a fraction of second the fear that was filling his eyes spilled out of him along with the blood out of the open wound. Leaving them and his body completely lifeless.

You bent over to pick up the other machine gun. Throwing both of them on your shoulders tightly holding their handles under each of your armpits before you pushed with your feet on the big heavy mansion door.

The next few minutes are a blur. The Lees weren’t completely stupid and they did expect your clan to take revenge on them. When you entered the grand hall tables were flipped over to provide cover for a gun fight and all the men available were aiming at you.

The rest is an absolute bloodbath. They did expect revenge, true. But not from one single person. They expected an army. But what they got… was much worse.

Armys are made of men. Most of them don’t share the same blood, don’t share the same passion for protecting the clan. Many of them stand their grounds because they are forced to. Maybe the Lees lent them money or threatened to prostitute their moms or daughters.

That is the truth about every mafia clan of Seoul. It’s true for yours too.

But you are not a motley, incoherent and fearing army.

You are a fury.

A demon summoned to wipe out the clan until their name is erased from history forever.

You are a monster.

You killed, murdered, massacared and slaughtered wuthout distinction. All of them. All of them with no exception. Occasionally using one or the other as a meat shield.

You were in your element as you spilled blood, cut open guts and witnessed how the light in their eyes died down. You were meant for this, created for this.

A beast birthed by the mafia underworld to fit it perfectly. Ever since that day you saw life pour out of your mother's eyes on the sandy beaches of Sicily… That very day you turned into the titan that you are now.

No matter how much blood you shed, no matter how many lives you took, it could never erase the debt this world owes you. The whole world, forever your debtor for taking your mother's life.

When you were done with the underlings you finally made your way to the Head of the Family’s big, grand office. The expensive and tasteful furniture couldn't hide away the inexorable decline of the Lee Clan. The statues’ marble looked chipped, the vintage whiskey bottles looked half empty and the high ceilings seemed to bend under the overwhelming weight of resounding defeat.

Mister Lee was just sitting at his desk in the middle of the room. He looked down at his hand where he held a nearly emptied glass of scotch, the gold signet ring on his pinky reflecting the dim light of his desk lamp.

“It’s over Lee”

You said wrapping your blood stained hands around the handle of your 9mm in your holster.

“I know” he simply responded, not bothering to look up at you. “It was a long time coming… It has been a while since I lost the grip I had on this family… If my father saw what I did with his heritage. He looked up to one of the grand portrait paintings on the wall.

You only walked to him, the heavy atmosphere keeping you from rushing, weighing down every single one of your limbs. Only inexhaustible rage was keeping you moving forward, walking over the spilled drinks, the shards of glass and the torned out and stained books.

When you finally reached him you shoved your barrel under his chin, making him finally look up at you.

The strong Lees, once one of the most powerful families of Seoul, now the remains of a shattered dynasty.

Broken like the man seated at the end of your gun. His eyes were empty, lifeless but you do recall they have been this way for a while now. He brought the last sip of his scotch to his lips, ignoring the deafening complaints of his clock running out, the end of his voyage.

Only death is waiting at the end of the road for Mr Lee. And for everyone less.

“I’m going to kill you” you said as you jabbed the gun further under his chin. But the middle aged man only laughed in your face. The genuine laugh of a man that has grasped the evanescent nature of anything in this life, almost nagging you with his epiphany.

“You already did.” He said rubbing a finger over “L” engraved in the gold ring on his pinky. “So go ahead and finish the job” he closed his eyes. And you pressed the trigger.

Pieces of flesh flew out as the loud sound resounded in your ears. The thick caliber left him no chance. Leaving the same kind of gaping hole at the top of his head that you inflicted to his son sooner today.

But his face, despite being soaked in blood, looked at peace finally free of any pain, torment and worry. Maybe that was the way a kingdom died and a new one was born.

If you took the time to think about it maybe you would even envy him.

***

1AM. You finally pushed the door of the appartement. So much for a surprise date with Baekhyun. You sighed deeply as you leaned on the door, taking a second to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. You don’t even bother switching on the lights as you throw your bloodied leather jacket and your holster on the hanger in the hall.

But when you stepped in the living room you were surprised to find the TV and the lights switched on. But it’s even a bigger surprise to see a little tuft of blond hair peek out from behind the couch.

“Baekhyun?” you called hesitantly, your heart fluttered immediately when the head turned at the mention of his name but as soon as you saw his face your heart sank. His face was closed up, completely unreadable when gets up from the couch.

“Where were you?” his tone sent a cold shiver down your spine. He stepped closer.

“Humm I-” you panicked as Baekhyun was slowly walking up to you. You never expected to find Baekhyun still waiting here so it never occured to you you actually had to make up some kind of excuse in that much of a short notice.

“Who’s Chanyeol?” he asked, not letting you enough time to answer the first question, finally reaching up to you. He looks so big next to you all of a sudden, his puffed out chest, his shoulders stretched out and this glaring look makes him look gigantic next to your fragile little body.

“You smell like fire and iron” he said leaning over you, taking a whiff of your hair. Your heart started to race. What if he figures out the smell is actually gunpowder and blood… Your eyes dart over your body to make sure you are not stained with blood. Fortunately, the leather jacket shielded you from blood.

“Who’s Chanyeol?” he repeated, this time clenching his jaw, patience running thin.

“Ch-Chanyeol?” you stuttered, intimidated by him. “It’s my father’s associate” In a way it’s not really a lie but still you feel the need to over compensate this lack of truthfulness with rambling. “I mean there was sort of a… emergency at the factory… there was a fire and… hum… my father is abroad so..”

“Do you fuck him?” his blunt question took you aback and you looked up at him with round eyes.

“What?” you asked back, genuinely. You were so worried about covering the truth about the true nature of your family that it never even occurred to you that Baekhyun could in fact be jealous. But your innocent expression didn't cut it for him so he pressed his large body against yours until you were squeezed between the wall and his muscular chest.

“I said” he wrapped a firm hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to allow you to breathe normally but to still coerce you. “Do you fuck him?” he whistled through gritted teeth, grip growing tighter.

“What? N-no of course not” you stated, completely honest this time. And Baekhyun sensed it because he unraveled his fingers around your neck and let his hand fall to his side.

“I bet he wants to fuck you”

Dead silence follows.

You never even thought about it but Chanyeol is around your age and you know your father has been pushing this relationship from both sides for a while now. And recently noticed how he started to look at you differently. So even if it’s a crazy idea to you, maybe… it’s not impossible that he does.

“You don’t say no huh?” Baekhyun raised his voice this time as he tightly grabbed your nape and you avoided his eyes.

“I-I…” you start but he interrupted.

“Never took you for the kind of slut that goes around teasing every man she sees” he grabed a fist full of your hair, pulling on it and forcing your face up to look at him. His gaze finally pierced into you. His orbs were darkened with fury, the kind of anger he keeps dormant, silenced and cold.

“Are you cheating little whore huh?”

The harsh words stunned you. Baekhyun has never used those to describe you. He said babygirl, princess, babydoll… And somehow, you can’t explain why but it makes your center quiver.

“Come here” he said, grasping your nape even tighter, taking you to the couch and bending you over his lap, butt up in the air.

You whimpered when he harshly pulled on your jeans, taking them below your knees. His warm hand wrapped around the inside of your thighs slowly going up to your clothed bottom.

“I was being so nice to you” he grabbed a handful of your buttcheek. “But you go behind my back” he carefully and slowly peeled off your panties, bringing them to your pants resting on your ankles. “to help some other dude in the middle of the night” at the last word he spanked your ass. You let out a pained cry. Heat rushed to your sensitive, raw skin.

“You think you can just go like that huh?” he spanked you again, even harder this time and you can’t help but to groan at the unexpected pleasure you get from the raw pain. “Think you can taunt me with that pretty little ass and leave me there with my cock hard and dripping huh?” he spanked you again, multiple times this time, not giving you a second to recover between each strike.

“NO NO NO sir!” you finally burst out in tears “I'm sorry I shouldn't have went, sir”

“That's more like it” he said gently stroking the tender and bruised skin. “But maybe I should teach you a lesson to make sure you never misbehave again”

He grabbed a fistfull of your hair, forcing you to get up and dragged you to one of the walls of the room. You struggled to walk with your pants still at your ankles but with a couple of steps they fell off. Baekhyun pushed you down so you would sit on the ground with your back straight against the wall

“Don’t you think so?” He purred as he unbuckled his belt and opened the zipper of his pants. You look at him confused. “Don’t you think you deserve to be punished after this?” he said carefully, taking out his cock. You can’t help but to lick your lips when you lay eyes on it. Somehow it looked even more enticing than usual, it looked thicker, harder, veinyer, angrier.

“Yes” you said, not peeling your eyes off the raw, aggressive looking member. Baekhyun combed his fingers through your hair. This gentle touch that you did not expect made you look up at him.

“Ask for it. Ask to be put back in your place like the good little whore that you are” his voice was low, grave and serious, making your insides tingle.

“Please Sir,” Baekhyun grazed his tip on your lips “punish me for my disrespect, put me back in my place” you whispered wet lips pressed to his bulging, raging cock.

Baekhyun chuckled before he thrusted inside your mouth with all his might. You felt the large tip pushing against the back of your mouth and forcing its way into your throat, you felt the tight stretch burn. Once he had fitted the whole thing inside your narrow mouth he stayed there, grunting in pleasure as he indulged himself in the warmth and wetness of your mouth, fat cock shoved down your throat.

You only understand now why Baekhyun took you to this wall, it’s so you can’t escape. You couldn’t possibly back up, between the wall and his hips against your lips, his pubic bone pressed on your nose you can’t move at all.

This helplessness made you center quiver and arousal dripped down to coat your already swollen, eager cunt and your thighs. Slimy juice even reaching all the way down to the floor.

You struggled when the need for air became urgent and tears started to prickle your eyes. So he finally pulled out, you gasp for air, oxygen rushed to your brain making you light head as you look down at the strings of thick saliva linking you to the unforgiving member.

“Sluts like you deserve their face fucked like this” he said as he shoved hismelf back in but this time he set up a relenteless pace. Pleasuring himself as he saw fit with your mouth.

He placed both his palm on the wall and just thrusted his hips hard into your mouth. Tears burned your cheeks as you started to struggle again but he didn’t seem to be concilient this time and he just kept on pounding your throat. Moaning and grunting with each back and forth.

You felt him twitch on your tongue and he finally slowed down, popping his cock out your mouth. You gasped and coughed at the sudden swell of your lungs.

“Look at me slut” he said panting, stroking his fat cock, slick noises erupted from the act as you made his cock nicely lubricated. “You’re mine do you understand?”

Fuck… He looks so good standing above you like this, eyes filled with rage. His blond hair made humid with sweat stuck to his forehead, his large shoulders casting a big shadow on you, the dangling earring at the side of his handsome face. His fully clothed body while you sat there almost completely naked at his mercy. You couldn't get enough of him. You wanted more, you needed more.

You love him more than anything in this world.

“Yes sir” you whispered, answering his question.

“Open your whore mouth” you executed yourself “stick your tongue out” you followed his order once more.

Baekhyun leaned over you and spat in your mouth. You welcomed the hot slimy liquid on your tongue with a smile and you swallowed happily.

“You’re mine. You’re my thing and I don't like to share my toys with others” You looked up at him in awe and only nodded in submission. There was nothing you desired more in this world than to be his for the rest of your days.

Then he picked you up and threw you on his shoulder. His eyes didn’t miss the small puddle of slimy juice you produced while choking on his thick cock.

“Did you fucking soak the floor?” he groaned.

“Y-yes, sir” you stuttered, your cheeks growing red.

“Unbelievable” he scoffed in disbelief.

He carried you to the bedroom to throw you on the bed. He slid between your open legs and ripped apart the white shirt you were wearing sending the small pearly buttons flying across the room. Only to leave you in your small pyjama tank top. His eyes trailed your perked up nipples, lifting the thin fabric underneath.

“You didn’t even bother wearing a bra” he spat, grabbing a handful of your innocent breast. “Or maybe it just stayed over at Chanyeol’s” he squeezed the poor lump of flesh making you arch your back. “Huh? which is it?” he insisted.

“I didn’t have time to put one on… I forgot” you cried out before Baekhyun let go. “I’m sorry, sir” you panted.

You gasped when you felt the hot tip sliding across your drenched folds and slipping inside your desperate little cunt with ease.

“Would you look at that?” Baekhyun said, his teeth glistening under the dim light of the end table lamp. “This pussy fits me like a glove” you moaned when he reached the bottom of you, it’s like you’ve been missing him so much. Bliss creeping its way inside you, your pussy already quivering around him.

“It feels good, right ?” he asked, pulling out slowly. You whined, somehow fearing that he was done with you.

“Yes!” you hurriedly reply, urging him to fill you up again. “Yes sir it feels so good”

“Good little whore” you growled before slamming his hips into yours again. This time you screamed under this much pleasure. His tip pressing against your good spot where he stayed a couple of seconds while your legs started to shake.

“Good! I want you to scream.” he watched your small body tremble under him with a dark grin. “Don’t you fucking keep your voice down.”

He gives another powerful thrusts aiming for your sweet spot again only this time he sets up a slow pace. Slow enough to have you whining at the pain it is to have your pleasure barbarically restrained this way.

“I don’t care about your neighbors. I want them and everybody to know that this little cunt” he passed his finger on your heat. “is mine”

This time he went faster. You strictly followed his order and started to scream under so much pleasure. You didn’t care if you woke them up. You didn’t care that they finally figure out you’re a cock hungry whore who would do anything to get fucked endlessly by this handsome blond man. You didn't care about anything.

So much teasing and dirty talking had you on edge right away and you felt the familiar pressure build up in your lower stomach.

“Sir can I please cum?” you asked while your voice jerked every time he gave another powerful thrust.

“What already?” he smirked. “Did you cum this fast with the other dude? Did Chanyeol make you feel this good?” Baekhyun grunted, never once slowing down, dangling earring shining at the side of his face.

“Noooo” you whine. “W-we never did anything and even if we did. Nobody can fuck me like you sir. You're the best” you cried out, words just spilling out your mouth.

“That's right” he said suddenly going even deeper, the thick member deliciously scraping your clenched out walls.

“Please Sir, can I cum?” you begged, trying your luck one more time.

“No!” he strictly responded “You don’t deserve it” he said before suddenly slapping your swollen and sensitive little clit. You yelped at the sting but kept your legs wide and open. You don’t why but you crave even more of this burning feeling, more of this pain.

“Please again sir” You say looking up at him, giving in to this new facet of yourself, eyes brimming with tears and lust.

“What a fucking slut” he said while smirking and he slapped your pussy, harder this time. You yelled at the overwhelming pain and pleasure mixed into an indistinguishable amalgamation, bringing you even closer to your release.

“Please Sir, I can't take it anymore.” You screamed out, your voices shook with sobs. “I’m gonna cum” tears overflowed your eyes, finally.

Baekhyun loved this distress in your eyes. He brought his hand to pinch and flick your poor little clit. Pleasure takes over your body completely. Baekhyun grunted even louder when your exhausted little cunt squeezed him down even tighter.

“Cum! Cum right now on my cock.” He groaned and you finally let go, you let pleasure win you over in an overwhelming and ineluctable weight crashing over you and taking you with it. You little cunt curls up on it itself completely milking Baekhyun’s thick cock in the process.

“Take my cum, you whore. Take my cum my personnal lilttle cumdump” his husky voice growled while he served you thick streams of piping hot cum. The slimy liquid filled you up adding another layer of pleasure with the incessant back and forth of his thick cock and the teasing of your bundle of nerves.

You both cum, mixed up into each other in divine and sinful dance.

Baekhyun gradually slowed down, allowing the both of you to ride off your high. Comfortably descending from heaven before he pulled out completely.

You felt a large amount of cum oozing out your shapeless and tired little pussy. And you whimpered one last time when you felt him rub his tip against your center, flicking your bundle of nerves one last time.

“Come here” he said, standing on his knees on the soft mattress and holding his half hard cock in one hand. You looked up and realized he gathered a small puddle of cum on his tip.

You got up and got on all fours opening wide to welcome the sweet nectar into your mouth. The strong salty and bitter taste takes over your mouth and your eyes flutter close at the delicious flavour of both your cum mixed into this deadly cocktail.

“That's it. Eat my cum. Never forget this taste. Never forget you are mine” he growled one last time before crashing in the bed, panting.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand before you also laid down next to him. You cock your head up against the crook of his neck.

“Humm… Baekhyunie?” you started hesitant.

“Yes sweetheart” he said, playing with your hair, staring at the ceiling.

Sweetheart… That's a good sign right?

“Hmm… I swear it was true… Chanyeol is only my father's associate. I-I’d never go for another man when I have you” You fondly smiled at him but when Baekhyun looked back at you his eyes were cold and his face was stern.

“You better” he spat, the icy tone made you shiver. But Baekhyun must have heard the crackling of your naive heart because he instantly beamed at you, the cold dark brown orbs turning into warm brown shiny little marbles.

“I mean I could never get over it if you had someone else babygirl” he said pouting adorably “sooo… promise to never leave me?” he said, presenting his pinky to you.

You hesitated for a second looking deeply into the mysterious eyes. But still, you wrapped up your fingers around his own. His smile grew even brighter.

“Good night princess” he said, pressing a soft warm kiss onto your hairline before he turned off the bedside lamp and slumbered off into a deep sleep.

You were exhausted and you should have done the same but somehow you couldn’t forget about the cold eyes and the biting tone.

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A/N: Sooo guys how was it ?? Did you enjoy it. Let me tell ya how red i was while witing the hall way scene... hum hum yeaahh... But wasn't that weird with Baek who could have known he was the jealous kind ? Something's up...

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Bangtan in Bed: Park Jimin | NSFW

Park Jimin: The Power Bottom 👅

Rating: 18+

Contains: teasing, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, casual sex, praise kink, dirty talk, degrading praise, toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, soft bondage, temperature play, jewelry kink, possession, BDSM, body worship, oral fixation (kissing)

A/N: See last update for explanation

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Tease!

If his Vlives don't scream this then IDK what will.

If you ever watched one of his Vlives actually LIVE before translations, you understand.

He could be talking about how to correctly prepare a salad dressing and it would look like he was trying to eye-fucking the camera.

And even with translations sometimes out of context, it still has that same energy.

Some examples...

"Film yourself for me"

"My boyfriend hates you but I can't live without you. But I can live without my boyfriend." [Throws his head back giggling and cheekily smirks], "stop it. Your boyfriend will come to beat me (up)" [still smirking]

"Oppa, Focus" "oh.! ...focus ;)" "You are a daring girl"

..Anyways, I'm digressing.

You all know the Billboard Hot 100 #1 Summer Hit Butter? Bangtan's Hot Boy Summer Anthem? Mhmm?

Well, Butter from how I understand it is a Korean slang term for a "guy that gets around" the equivalent to a "fuck boy" in Korea.

As I said in Yoongi's section, Jimin wouldn't shy from casual sex.

Jimin just doesn't seem like he's in a big hurry in the romance department currently (mans could be married to 10 different people, a tree stump, and a head of romaine lettuce happily, who knows, don't come for me.) but that doesn't mean he isn't a romantic.

Or even would stray from the chance at a genuine love connection either. If he found that person, I don't see him putting up a fight against going steady.

Let's talk about Jimin's Praise Kink that he most certainly has.

Jimin loves praise! He gets flustered with the littlest of compliments he gets, but he definitely won't tell you to stop. He's not one to shy away from affection in the slightest. Physical or Verbal.

Which leads me to my point that I think Jimin's top three love languages are: Praise, Touch, and Gifts.

The thing about love languages is that they're not just how a person shows love but also how they like to receive it too. It goes both ways. So...

Jimin loves to be spoiled.

But, he would also not hesitate to spoil his lover in all those ways too. He wants them to feel special, cause in his eyes they are.

Vocal.

"Use your words, kitten"

Dirty Talk, Degrading Praises, Moans, Whines, Whimpers, Growling.

So. I know I said Hobi is the freak of Bangtan and Hobi still holds the crown! But Jimin is definitely a close second.

He's beautifully sinful.

Toys, edging, secretive teasing in public, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mutual masturbation, face fucking, silk restraints, temperature play. Those are all his favorite past times.

Man loves his jewelry too so given the change...

fingering his partner with cold rings and warm hands. Seeing their arousal not only collecting on his delicate fingers but also the rings adorning those same fingers. Ugh.

Ice play is another. Him dragging ice down his partner's body, telling his kitten to lay still before placing a single cube of ice between his full lips leaning down and dragging it along their bottom lip.

Eyes flicking up to their's and bringing his thumb up parting their lips and placing the melting cube between their lips.

"Kiss me" is all he would say before pressing his lips to their own not missing a beat between his command and following through.

Swapping the melting cube back and forth. Tongues running across each others and the cold melting cube creating contrast between the warmth and the cold of each other's lips

He would take it suddenly back going from the corner of their mouth dragging it down and along their jaw, dropping it down at the curved point of their now slack jaw bone.

Going down their neck and across their chest around one nipple to the next, his eyes flicking back forth watching them intently, heated under his gaze, while leaving a melted trail down their torso and stomach watching it tighten before finally dropping down between their legs.

The now almost fully melted cubes final resting place as it melts the rest of the way letting the water drip out slowly.

Going back over the cold wet path he had set with his lips dragging his tongue back up nipping carefully here and there. His full lips working their body perfectly.

Resting one hand next to their head gripping the pillow underneath and their jaw delicately with his thumb and index finger with the other, running his thumb lightly along, giving one final peck on their lips then nibbling and sucking their bottom lip. Pulling away and resting his forehead against theirs, hooded eyes coming into view. Giving them a pleating look and praises.

Jimin definitely strikes me as the type to go hard then just keep going pushing into overstimulation, something he thrives off of getting out of his partner.

Multiple orgasms (if possible out of his partner). Never just one with him. I don’t feel like he would be satisfied unless they were cumming multiple times.

He would also be slightly possessive in the bedroom.

Meaning sometimes: angry rough sex & jealous sex.

After a fight

He would probably get a little upset if his partner got off without him or watched porn without telling him.

It would start with him coming home to hearing them moaning his name mixed with the sound of a vibrator. He wouldn't necessary get upset but more...possessive...

He would want to be there & know that they were thinking about him while pleasuring themselves.

He understands sometimes self-pleasure is a must but he would like to at least know first so he can send something to help or at least see-through pictures, videos, or even audio recordings.

Even if it may not be by his hands, he still gets off just the same knowing that he is the one that they wish was giving them that pleasure.

...Black Chelsea boots would start moving creating a crescendo of clicks against the tiled floor.

Making slow but controlled movements following the sound of heavy breathing and low vibrations.

Pushing open the door presenting a bare, flushed, now flustered body with a pink little vibrator nested in between their legs.

wide eyes and pleas falling from their lips not deterring jimin's movements.

hands or single hand dropping down into the shared dresser, pulling out 2 silk ties, and progressing forward to the bed hitting pause on the repeating audio.

Clicking up the vibrator setting to the highest level before back down the first. A dull sensation like an itch compared to the last.

"You shouldn't have down that sweetheart and you know it. have i been neglecting you so much?"

..They did. Who knows maybe they planned it...

from there their eyes would be covered, sat in between jimin's legs back pressed to his chest arms behind their back sandwiched between them both and tied at the wrists.

in this position he would make sure they knew that he can do so much better than any little vibrator but nonetheless still using the little pink thing to his advantage.

afterwards laying weak and tired out in his arms, would he leave kisses over every waking inch of their skin followed by little praises, remarks about his day and questions about theirs as he is cleaning them up, laying them down, and letting them rest for a bit.

To which they would sleep for a bit only to wake to dinner being cooked for them and a set of pajamas set out.

Kisses would commence, which I should mention is definitely a weakness of jimin's.

Kissing gets him quite worked up and I mean QUITE worked up. Don't kiss him unless you expect and plan for more to follow. Hot make-out sessions is his preferred way of foreplay btw. Just not that night lol considering the forementioned activities.

But back to jimin's possessive tendencies. He’s understanding that it’s not always possible for him to be there but he wants to be the one on their mind.

He wants to be present even when he may not be able to be physically.

Hearing their whimpers and high pitches inflections of his name falling from their lips in the heat of the moment. That's the best his name has ever sounded in his mind.

He would develop slight voyeur tendencies then. would love sitting back and watching them as foreplay. Mutual masturbation becoming a reoccurring thing.

Degrading Praise

"just like that, take me like the little slut you are" ”oh, you look so sinful like this. Fucking yourself on my cock." "You're doing so good, don't stop" "uh, I love you. Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look? So Tight, Wet, and Spread out just for me."

Fast and relentless.

The persistent thrust of his hips angling them going in and out repeatedly. Hitting deep and hard never stopping just slowing his movements slightly to give his lover a break in between before going back again and again until it's too painful for them both to persist.

He is a dancer. Dancers tend to have amazing endurance, stamina, and bodily control.

He's very flexible, that's not something that goes away especially in his career. If anything his partner would have trouble keeping up with him rather than the other way around.

Knowing all this about himself he probably would subscribe to the method of: they take partial to full control for foreplay on until they can't take anymore and they need him to take over.

They would start getting sloppier with their movements having trouble keeping a steady pace needing more but not being able to attain it by their own means that's when they would look pleadingly at him. Jimin struggling himself to hold back.

Knowing he needs to let them wear themselves out till they are begging for him. At that point, tired and needy, he would simply and teasingly ask "are you ready kitten?" And the power dynamic would flip in an instant like a switch going off.

He would let himself go.

Shifting his weight to give him the mobility he needs to get them both where they need to be before tuning into that ever so beautiful bodily control and flexibility he has.

Moving his hips in a way that most just simply can't.

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