#if you have one anyways the video is gifs of Bob set to the song Old Devil Moon by Frank so enjoy!

[angelofverdum]

BEYONCE by Beyoncé

I've been listening to this album none stop and I don't know why.

Since March I've been going From Las mujeres ya no lloran to Cowboy Carter nonstop, they got me like

But I said mmm let me go listen to these two queens' whole discography, after I finished I went back to Beyonce's self-titled and I'm stuck there.

The first time I heard a song from this album I was still learning English, so I was like what the hell is a "Partition". I know I know, but I was tiny with pure thoughts.

I barely remember when the album dropped but the world was in shambles, I wasn't a fan then but I liked some of her songs, mostly the singles.

Everybody was talking about Partition because of the damn chair, but to me, the song sounded crazy like the rhythm was wrong, idk what it was but I didn't like it.

But I kept coming back to Partition even tho it sounded weird to me, but I was like this this:

Anyway, BEYONCE is the album that made me a fan, a few years later tho, I knew more english and I've matured. I listened to the album again and realized what a masterpiece that album is.

It's my favorite album from her, all the albums that have come after are probably better because Beyonce keeps growing as an artist and even today she hasn't peaked which is scary but BEYONCE is like an after and before of her career.

It feels like she said fuck commercial success, and I know she's been saying this since 4, but what she did was very risky and she made history.

BEYONCE is my favorite album because she was having fun, being horny, bisexual, and got a bob, how can I not love this album.

Like did she need to do all of this? no, but she did and we are thankful.

So I'm gonna talk about every song in her album because I feel like it

1. Pretty Hurts.

I think this is her weakest opening for an album. It's not one of my favorite songs from her in general but it's not a skip like people like to say, and somehow set the tone for what the album is. Also watching Beyonce throw up was shocking to me as an easily impressionable young girl.

2. Haunted.

Probably one of her less commercial songs but a masterpiece nonetheless. It's so so SO good, I wish I could eat this song. "Working 9 to 5 just to stay alive" She is so right for that and "Probably won't make no money off this, oh well" with the ghostly voice. A masterpiece through and through. "My wicked tongue where will it be". One of my favorite videos too.

3. Drunk in love.

Beyonce is a very horny person she put all of that in her art but when she sings with Jay-Z I feel they often get too close to giving too much information bc why was Jay saying they conceived Blue in Paris at the OTR tour? Me, personally I didn't need to know. Anyway, this song is a hit, it's better than Crazy in Love (a timeless hit) but not as good as Deja Vu.

But hello? The surfboard line and the "your breastesses in my breakfast" line. Just horny people and like he said "My wife Beyoncé, I brag different" I'll be like that too.

Also, this iconic dance that I have to do every time I listen to the song

4. Blow.

Her horniest song until now when she released Desert Eagle. "Can you lick my skittles in the middle" "Pink is the flavor" "I can't wait 'til I get home so you can turn that cherry out" the whole song is crazy and the best part she doesn't even say a bad word or an explicit phrase.

Well, "Gimme that daddy-long stroke" is kinda nasty. Also, what does she mean by this?

Does she want to taste that pink flavor? Ok BIyoncé

5. No angel.

In this song, Beyonce is saying that no one is perfect, not even her, and that if you are in a relationship you have to work hard and fuck harder

"Stop actin’ so scared, just do what I tell. First, both of my legs go back on your head. And whatever you want, yeah, baby, I’ll bet it comes true"

And we should listen bc that's on 16 years of marriage

6. Yonce/Partition

The best song on the album. The badassery in Yoncé. The bisexualism that is the video. One of the best bars ever written for a song "I sneezed on the beat and the beat go sicker". The song is so perfect and sexy and nasty. "I don't need you seein' 'Yoncé on her knees"

In this song, she is supposed to be singing to her man about having sex in a car but she is also fantasizing about a threesome with another woman "The kind of girl you like is right here with me"

She had a woman liking her neck, appearing from between their legs and touching her sensually. Oh, Partition you'll always be famous.

7. Jealous

This is the kind of song that made me wonder how much of this was biographical and how much was imagination. Here she talks about waiting for him at home and she says something similar in Lemonade. I don't want to repeat myself but I really love this song. It's just so good.

Also wtf Jay? She is in her penthouse half-naked, cooking a meal for you naked. So where the hell you are?

8. Rocket

I think this one is the only song I had trouble liking it. And I know now that is a good song, don't love but I like it enough to not skip it. Beyonce asks from the jump if she can sit her ass on you. What's not to like? She is guiding you through the whole song"Hard rock, Steady rock" and "Got me screaming to the lord" I just know she has Jay tired.

9. Mine

This song is so good that I can listen to Drake's annoying ass. I wish it was her voice only. Her part is so good "I'm not feeling like myself since the baby" "Me being wherever I'm at worried about wherever you are" also "Alone in my place my heart is away" You'll crumble Sean Carter for making her feel this way.

10. XO

It's crazy how this song makes me feel so nostalgic. It's like it brings happy childhood memories. That kind of feeling makes me love and appreciate this song so so much.

11.***Flawless

She went to the studio mad as hell, ready to invent feminism to tell the haters fuck you.

12. Superpower

The most underrated song on the album. Still relevant to this day. Pharrell and Boots did their thing with this one, and Beyoncé of course. And the social implications, the feminism, the iconism, the cultural significance of this moment right here:

Destiny's Child, you are so loved by me.

13. Heaven

Heaven makes me so emotional. Letting go someone you love is not an easy thing to do. Boots is pretty good at what he does.

14. Blue

The iconic Blue Ivy Carter. Imagine your mom is Beyonce and she writes one of the most beautiful songs for you. It's not my favorite song and it's definitely not her best close song for an album (That goes to Summer Renaissance).

Platinum edition

Yes, I'm writing about these six tracks because the cowboy lady decided that the platinum edition will be the only one available on Spotify, even tho everybody knows that the deluxe versions of an album always suck and the standards are always better.

1. 7/11

This is one of her most fun videos just laughing and dancing. However, why is she saying that she wants to "Kick it" with a girl and a guy? Also, this is the song she chose to celebrate the legalization of gay marriage in the US and this is how she perform live that damn song

Jay-z you'll pay for getting to her too young and not letting her experiment.

2. Flawless remix

Nicki did her thing she was the best rapper in town. The Beynika stans were born and they were claiming Nicki and Bey were in love. Fanfics were created. You had to be there. The song is fine. I can listen to this version or the solo version, it's the same to me.

3. Drunk in Love (Remix)

Nobody listens to this song. A skip totally. Like Kanye should just shut up, thinking he can do a decent verse next to the best rapper in the game and Jay-Z. Beyonce was wrong for inviting him.

4. Ring off

I'm not going to say anything nasty because I support women's freedom and Mama Tina getting out of her sad marriage because it was time she put her love on top.

5. Blow Remix

Shut up Pharell. Coming here to ruin a perfect song.

6. Standing on the song remix

The Creole lady said you gonna get the remix and you gonna like it. I'm giving this song its 8.5 for giving me latinyoncé.

"Mix up passion with fruit, sangria BB Cubana, ay, qué lindo ya tú sabes, camino como cocino, primo"

Grown Woman

I know this song is not a track on the album but I wanted to include it on this list because first, it's so good, and second it's fascinating how Beyonce did this for a Pepsi commercial, release a whole ass video on the visual album, and only 10 years later she put it on streaming. She is crazy.

Nothing else to add besides BEYONCÉ is so important to the music industry. It popularized visuals (She doesn't do that anymore tho) and established Friday as the official day for music releases.

After this Album Beyonce has been releasing masterpiece after masterpiece.

I'll stop yapping now after saying I love Beyoncé and we should invent immortality for her.

[speakyskelly-1999]

so i just watched pink floyd - the wall

fascinating piece

hard to recomend ngl cos it's a kinda heavy, i don't think the some of the content is for everyone

but

very good

i don;'t now how much i wanna give like a detailed review about it cos it's very abstract and up to interpritation which means it very revealing about a person when they analyse it and i'm not against that but like my main issue is that it would be so much effort to write all my thought/feelings about it down into a coherent review

like if i was to actually try i'd neeed correct spelling, gramma and punctuation to properly get everything across correctly

and i simply don't have time to do that at the minute

like maybe eventually but at the moment i literally don't have time

and like idk how much that would actually match the ton of this blog

so

instead

here are some random ish thoughts i had about the piece that are kinda funny

spoilers for the wall ahead and errr tw yonic imagery and discusions of facism

also i have boba, ignore how late i'm having caffine for me

so random funny thouight i had about the wall in no particular order cos i started listening to journey and i'm losingf my train of thought

so pink is played by bob geldof (who i always new as rod geldof idk whyyyy) and people make a point that he dosn't get to sing in teh film which is whatever to me rn but i do think it's funny that i think a tim curry version of this film would slay. like don't get me wrong i loved bob's proformace, it was great, but i also want a version with tim curry cos look

the second gif is very thematic

oh look it's dina from alice in wonderland

so anyway

can you tell i lreaned how gifs work

ehhehe

anyway

so theres a scene where pink is giving like a "fascist speach" to like his fans (it's complicated..... it's complicated) insead of the music concert he's giving and like all i could think about was andrew tate and taylor swift. weird i know. will i explain why eeeeeeeeh, it's hard to cos it's so abstrac and on the nose at the same time it's a really complicated explination but yea. andrew tate and taylor swft. oh and like also hitler cos thats what they were riffing off but like pop culture now wise tate and swift

theres a point when the "ghost" of pinks wife comes back to "haunt" him as a vigina monster and i thought this was the perfect moment to deepface jerma into the film as pink like look at him

he'd fit

he'd be a good pink

errrrrrr what else

oh not really funny but erm yea as someone who had parents who were into pink floyd and played another brick in the wall (cos like they were in school when the song came out so yea you'd deffo like the song then), listening to it without the visual element is a diservace to the song and it's meaning and then also not having the context of the stuff in the film leading up to this point, real diservice to the song. liike people still use this song today and with good-

WTF..... WONDER WOMAN?????????

-reason cos the education system is still fucked. But. ahdn hear me out. the way it's used in the film and with it's full context, people kinda miss use it today. like errrr it's rooted in it's historical setting (it's weird saying historical cos it was like errrrrrrrrr 50 years ago which for some people really isn't that long a go and like i don't view it as that long ago, but) the culture at the time si so diffrerent to now what like it dosen't work as the same anti school vibes as now.

like i kinda stated i'm not gonna go more into that but if you wanna get the vibes for your self watch the first 28ish minuets of the film (okay thats more than i thought it was but yea,) or watch the music video, the six minuet one, this one Another Brick in the Wall Pt. 2 (The Wall) - 1080p Remastered (youtube.com) 👍🏽 it's the exert from the fiml. theres some things that aren't explained by just the music video but the school bit that i'm on about mainly is

i can't remember anything else that i thought was funny so errr yea

cat break

over all i'd give this a errrrrrrrrrrrr 8/10. like i think it could have benifitted from being a little less abstract butr at the same time could it really be made less abstrat? i dunno. i'd recomend if you like this sort of thing. like british music from this time, pink floyd, political peice, abstraction, that kind of thing.

bye

ps you should watch foling ideas review of the nostalga critics parody of the wall, tis very good

[callsignmuse]

THE MYTHIC BITCHES

Season 2, Episode 3 - Gypsy Soul

Cast: Sadie “Siren” Matthews, Bailey “Muse” Thompson, Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, Bob, Coyote

Introducing: Jade “Gypsy” Stevens

Warning: 

Summary: Coyote meets a Gypsy

Natasha “Phoenix” Trace:

Coyote had dragged Bailey and I out to try to cheer her up. Rooster had been gone a couple of weeks now and she rarely left her room. They were on the rocky road to mending. They slept on a video call every night but she still held anger and pain within her. She essentially crumbled the second he had left her sight. The Hard Deck was incredibly busy tonight. I set another shot glass full of tequila in front of Bailey as she mumbled a gruff thank you. 

Coyote had been in another dimension it seemed for the past thirty minutes. I was trying to find what exactly he was so captured by and then I spotted her. She seemed familiar to me but I couldn’t place her name. 

“B, who is that?” I asked and pointed in her direction. Bailey sat up straight and squinted her eyes trying to see through the haze. 

“Gypsy.” She simply answered. 

“That’s Gypsy?!” I clarified and Muse shook her head yes. 

“She was in our class remember. She’s actually pretty damn good.” Bailey slurred. I chuckled at her but she deserved the night to forget just how much she was trying to heal from Bradley’s misguided approach. Jake already knew if he tried some shit like that he would end up in the ground. 

Now that I saw her cat like eyes I did remember her and she was in fact gifted behind the controls. She had warned that name Gypsy for many reasons one being what was in her hands, tarot cards. She was into astrology, tarot and anything else metaphysical. She was the complete opposite of The Mythics meaning she was actually a gentle person. I never heard her raise her voice to assert herself. 

Coyote was practically drooling when he saw her smile as a Fleetwood Mac song played over the jukebox. She swayed back and forth as she carefully sipped her beer in her hands. 

“You should talk to her.” I suggested. 

“Me? No I - I couldn’t!” He panicked. 

“Too bad.. Hey Gypsy!” I hollered over the music. She made a questionable face and headed out way anyway. Coyote freaked out beside me making Bailey laugh. 

“Jay, please breathe. You look like you’re in G-Loc.” Muse teased. 

Gypsy arrived at the table with the familiar bounce to her step. 

“What’s up guys?” She asked with a smile as she greeted me and Bailey. She hadn’t noticed Coyote yet. He on the other hand was shaking like a leaf. 

“You want a reading?” She offered. I politely declined. It’s not that I didn’t think she could get an accurate read on me I just didn’t think now would be the best time. I had to supper Coyote not steal his thunder. 

“Don’t think I’ll remember mine.” Bailey hiccuped. Gypsy giggled softly. 

“And what about you handsome?” She finally turned to face Javy. “Care to know your fate..” her voice trailed off slowly. The realization dawned on me, she didn’t know his name! 

“Coyote… and yes ma'am I would love it if you could read your card things for me.” He stuttered. God he looked like he would fall over and die right then and there. I couldn’t even step in to save him it was all happening too fast. 

“Relax aviator I won’t bite.” She smirked. 

“I might.” Coyote practically purred and then clamped his mouth shut covering it with his hands. His eyes were wider than I’d ever seen as he realized what he said out loud. 

Gypsy threw her head back and the whole bar was filled with her laughter. It was strong, yet reserved. It made you want to join in. The look on Coyotes face said it all. His smile was the one I’ve seen Siren give Bob. It was the one Bailey held on to when Rooster kissed her forehead. It was definitely the smile I got when Jake called me beautiful. 

Our boy was hooked. That only meant one thing, I had to help him get her. And we would have to induct her into The Mythics. 

“Where’s Siren?” Gypsy wondered. 

“She wasn’t feeling well so she stayed home.” 

“What a shame! Oh well tell her I said hey! I’m off for the night but it was nice to meet you Coyote.” The say she said his name made him nearly fall to the floor. 

“By-bye Gypsy.” He clumsily said. 

“Smooth.” Bailey quipped once she was out of ears shot. 

Coyote groaned. 

“It’s fine Coyote, you just made yourself my new mission.” I said proudly. 

“I should’ve left you guys at home.”

[newcaptainofsquad9]

I Can’t Handle You Being Back~Chou Tzuyu x black! fem! reader {1}

Pairing: Tzuyu x reader

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 

Summary: Five years after your elimination from Sixteen, you remained in the United States, working on music, writing songs, dancing here, and there. All of the memories and incidents from the reality show still burns in your memory, you all but let them go until you get a familiar call from the man who sought out your talents in the first place, Jinyoung Park. The man had an offer you should have refused, but you longed to see your friends again.

  Genre: Angst, Idol-Verse, Romance, Slow Burn (not too slow), Hurt and Comfort, Best Friends to Lovers

Warnings: The reader is a Black woman and there will be parts when she has to deal with racist and close minded people(aka fans, netizens and others). If ya’ll read my Yoongi story, or unfinished Suho story, it’ll be a little bit like that.

  Word Count: 1, 831

Writer’s Note: More Twice fics are coming! Along with a masterlist of all my K-pop fanfictions! It’ll take a minute but it will be here and pinned on my blog so you guys can access it. Also! I want to point out that this is fictional and fictional depictions of idols and figures, just wanted to put that disclaimer. Here is another fic that will take me forever to finish like my others but regardless of that, I hope ya’ll enjoy!

I never thought I’d set foot in South Korea again, let alone JYPE’s building. The long, stress-inducing ride up the elevator didn’t ease me as I inhaled and exhaled through it. 

“You didn’t have to take this meeting,” Brittany, my assistant said. “We can just site see here in Korea, you need the break anyway.” 

I caught Brittany’s smile as she moved to put a hand on my shoulder. 

“I know being back here, it’s got to be tough,” she said. 

I nodded, yet she doesn’t know the half of it. Being a military kid had some perks: at childhood I couldn’t stop dancing, and at seventeen, people other than my parents began to notice. Those people being K-Pop scouts. They didn’t only come from JYPE, but other companies as well, although the smaller ones didn’t grant the biggest opportunity. 

JYPE was fond of my dance moves, and the man himself, Jinyoung Park promised a shimmering future. Most of the promises fell short: I didn’t get to train for very long (only a few months) before I was thrust upon the spotlight and cameras in the survival show, Sixteen. I wanted to be a star; JYP wanted a laughing stock, a black woman for views and to show his trainees how to accomplish, “ethnic hip.” I tried my best to be as creative as possible, to last with the competition, but it didn’t please JYP. Nothing I did could please him, I wasn’t the standard. I didn’t even come close. So I left, I played a game that many foreigners couldn’t win, let alone a Black woman. 

The elevator dinged as it opened, breaking me out of my mind. 

“We can turn around right now,” Brittany said. “Your call.”

I shook my head. 

“No, let’s just here what he has to say,” I said. “He did pay for our flight and all.” 

“Yeah, but that will never take back what he and that staff put you through,” she said. 

I smile as Brittany put a hand on my shoulder. Her worrying along with me solidifies this; my nerves are warranted. 

“I know, but maybe it’s just the old spirit from back then,” I said. “As if I have a chance to prove myself again.”

I don’t have to though. I told myself over and over again that I don’t. Yet, why am I here? What’s so important that couldn’t be discussed further over phone or video call?

“Ms. Y/L/N?”

My head jerked up once we stepped out of the elevator. A woman with a Bob and suit gave us both a grin.

“Mr. Park’s office is this way,” she said, leading us down the hall. 

As we pass, people murmured and stared. My name was even mentioned underneath breaths and gasps; I nod at them and only bow halfway as we pass. 

We stop at a door, the woman opened it for us and stepped aside. 

“Thank you,” I said.

Once inside JYP’s office, the dread returned. Just seeing Jinyoung Park slumped against his chair brought back more of the horrid memories. Brittany took my hand, forcing me to take a breath as Jinyoung rose. 

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it!” he said.

He threw his signature grin on, as he held out his hand. I took it. We shook hands before bowing respectfully.  

“You look well,” he said. “I’m glad to finally see you again.”

“Thank you Mr. Park.”

Jinyoung chuckled and gestured to the seat adjacent to his armchair. 

“Please, sit,” he suggested, he turned to Brittany. “You could take my chair if you’d like.”

I successfully didn’t shiver at how nice he was being, yet Brittany couldn’t: she twitched a bit, but hid it well with a quick grin. 

“Thank you,” she said as she plopped down. 

I leaned back, crossed my legs and got down to business. 

“Why’d you fly me out here, Mr. Park?”

Jinyoung chuckled. 

“Well, I’ve been keeping up with your progress as an artist and well, I’m extremely proud of the growth,” he said. 

Brittany and I traded looks of confusion. 

“Thank you,” I said. “You could have led with that over the phone.”

Jinyoung shifted on each leg before hopping up on the edge of his desk to sit. 

“Y/N, I might have made a mistake about you,” he admitted. “You’ve gained quite the following, and shaped into a fine dancer and vocalist.”

“Thank you,” I said. “What is it that you need from me? Did I not show that potential five years ago?”

Jinyoung frowned. 

“Well, yes, but the world wasn’t ready,” he said. “My colleagues weren’t ready, I wasn’t ready.” 

“What are you suggesting?” I said. 

Jinyoung bared his teeth in a mega-watt smile. 

“I’m suggesting a place for you as Twice’s tenth member.”

My heart quickened at his words; Brittany gasped. Did I hear him right? One of the biggest girl groups in Korea--the world bringing on a tenth member? Another member is already controversial enough in the industry(with the likes of Red Velvet getting hate for adding another a year after debut), but an American? A Black woman? The netizens tore me to shreds once, I couldn’t handle that again. 

“What’s the catch?” Brittany asked. “Out of all the contestants eliminated from Sixteen, why Y/N? This is looking rather performative Mr. Park, welcoming back your only black trainee who dealt with so much racism.”

Jinyoung’s eyes softened a bit. 

“I’m still learning from my mistakes,” he said. “You have every right to decline Y/N, but I need someone to ease Twice in towards the west.”

“Why not Somi!” I said. “There’s your westerner, half white! Very digestible to the western world.” 

Jinyoung nodded.

“True, but K-Pop is changing drastically,” he explained. “And I know Twice can hit the west hard, they can adapt to America with someone who knows it. You played against the American entertainment industry and I know you can with the girls.”

“How are you so sure?” I said. 

“You catch onto choreography quick,” he said. “You’ve done almost every Twice cover online, you’ve been Grammy nominated for songs you’ve written it’s a perfect match.” 

“What about stylists?” Brittany asked. “Have you even notified Twice about this offer?”

“I discussed it with their leader, Jihyo and she’s open to it,” he said. “I’m sure she can ease the others into it, I’ve already explained it to them that we’re working towards the west and they understand that.”

My mind spiraled at the thought of Jihyo; she’s come so far, they’ve all worked so hard. Me joining would just throw a wrench in all they’ve accomplished. 

“All of this sounds great in theory,” Brittany said. “But I change like this could make you lose popularity here in Korea, with the Korean public. You’ll lose fans, they’ll drop like flies.”

Jingyoung shrugged. 

“A risk we’ll take,” he said. “Y/N?”

Brittany gave me a sympathetic stare. 

“If I do this, will I get legal protection against hate comments,” I said. “I would be one of your artists officially, you should treat me like one.”

“Of course,” he said. “Will you take these terms, Y/N?”

Brittany shook her head as she gave me a hard look. 

I shouldn’t accept the terms. It’s just like five years ago all over again; I was tricked into becoming a prop of the industry, but somethings different. Jinyoung could go about various ways of doing this, I know I’ll have more benefits this time. 

“I will, if I have a stylist of my choosing,” I said. “And an American manager.” 

“Done,” Jinyoung said. “We can discuss this further, but I want you to meet up with the girls as soon as possible.”

My body shook at the mention of meeting up with Twice. They were my competition at one point, hell many of them I thought hated me. All except one,  Chou Tzuyu. She and some of the maknaes and I were close due to age, but Tzuyu opened up to me the most. She’s been through so much, they all have. 

“Is there any way I can practice and get to know them again,” I said. “Before we start promoting?”

“That was the plan,” Jinyoung said. “You’d be new to the public and fans, but not to Twice. Like working with an old friend.”

Yeah, an old friend who’s forgotten about you and moved on with their life. This would benefit Twice and I, but is it worth the risk to see them again. To see Tzuyu again.

 *     *      *  

“You’re sure this is the right move?” Brittany asked while our black car rolled down the street. 

Right after the meeting with JYP, he insisted I settle into the dorms and meet up with Twice before training. Brittany and I are now in the back of a car with my new manager, Miyoung

“I’m sure.”

Brittany nudged me. 

“You don’t owe him anything. Why are you doing this?” 

I leaned against my side of the car, letting the rapid speed of each car flash and rip by while my eyes slip close. The memories from five years ago swarmed me: Tzuyu and I practicing from night to morning with sweat clinging to us like newborns; the constant words we’d trade about debuting together and visiting each others countries. Tzuyu’s distraught during my elimination, begging me to stay in Korea for her. Maybe I’m doing this to help her and be there for her, if she accepts me. I can’t admit that to Brittany though, relationships that form during adolescent years don’t really last anyway. At least from what I’ve seen. 

The car came to a halt; we’ve arrived at the dorms. 

I sat up, but sunk back down in my seat as I spot all of Twice standing outside, waiting with their managers. 

“We’re ready when you are Y/N,” Miyoung said. 

She and the driver already stepped out the car with expectant looks at me. 

Brittany took my hand and rubbed my knuckle as I composed myself with a few deep breaths. The moment I stepped out, all of Twice cheered and hurried toward me. Sana was first of course, embracing me so tight that I couldn’t breathe.

“Y/N!” she squealed. 

Nayeon hugged me next, then Jihyo, Chaeyoung, Momo, and Dahyun.

“Finally my fellow ‘98 liner is back,” Dahyun teased, making me chuckle as she lightened my mood.

Joengyeon embraced me a bit too tight as well, pulling back with a tiny grin. 

“You look healthy, that’s great,” she said. 

I nodded and glanced over at Tzuyu, who kept her distance. Our eyes met, yet she didn’t smile or come over for a hug like her fellow members. She only perked her lips and waved. I wanted to scream; I felt like crying but I managed to hold the tears back again. 

Mina must have noticed as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. 

“Are you OK?” she asked. 

“Yeah,” I lied. “It’s great to see you guys again.” 

[bunnyywritings]

trends and insecurity

Kozume Kenma x bestfriend!reader

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 - 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: It’s 3am so I’m not sure how well I proof read this but here’s part 2 of cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater, this one is slightly angsty so, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ps. Trigger warning: (y/n) gets catcalled]

Today, the coaches decided to do a joint practice, meaning that both the guys’ club and the girls’ club would end up having a practice match as well. You were pumped. You had practiced with the boys before but never had a full on match. You bounded excitedly into the gym, smirking once you spotted Kuroo and dashed towards him.

“(Y/n)-” Kenma watched in amusement as you jumped onto the captain’s back, clinging onto him like a koala.

“ACK! What the-” Kuroo turned his head, your noses were inches apart.

“Hello~” You smiled before jumping off of him.

“(Y/N)!!” You turned towards a smiley Lev.

“My child!” You shouted, arms open. He made his way towards you and wrapped you up in his arms. Picking you up and spinning you around. Your eyes widened as you gripped onto his shoulders for dear life since you were a good 500 ft off the ground.

“Lev! Be careful!” Yaku scolded before Lev stopped and put me down. Dizzy, you stumbled around before Kenma caught you in his arms before you could trip on air.

“Thanks Kozu..”you mumbled, hiding your face in his shoulder so no one would see you blush. Kuroo smirked when he saw Kenma blush and look away so the others wouldn’t see his flustered expression.

“Alright everyone! Let’s start with passing drills! Let’s go!” Coach Nekomata instructed. A chorus of groans, including your own, rang throughout the gym. “Did I hear correctly? You guys want punishment dives around the gym? No? Then hustle!” He chuckled. The two teams split up, gathering on either side of the court and started passing drills. The boys took a break while the girls did their spike/blocking drills since they had only set up one net.

Kenma couldn’t stop himself from watching as you bent your knees in a squat, readying yourself to set up for a spike. The way the black spandex hugged the curves of your hips, the way your supple yet firm thighs strained against the shiny fabric--

“Wow Kenma~ So naughty, staring at (y/n)-chan like that~” Kuroo teased his friend. Anyone else would’ve thought that the pigment on his cheeks and his chest heaving for oxygen was from all the physically strenuous activity but Kuroo knew better. You had literally stolen his friends’ breath away. They both watched as you jumped, back curved in the perfect form for a spike before the palm of your hand met the ball in a powerful swing and you sent the ball straight down, the sound of it smacking against the hardwood floor was intimidating. There was a reason why you were the ace of the girls’ team.

Kenma smiled as he watched you land on the ground, victorious grin splitting your lips while you gave a little fist pump in the air.

The rest of the girls went before they switched with the boys to take their break. The entire time, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Kenma. Sure, his spikes and blocks were a bit lack luster but when he was setting up the ball, you couldn’t look away. The way his jaw was clenched, the way his eyes were sharp and focused, and his hands...how they pushed the ball up into the air and--

“You’re staring again.” An amused voice snapped you out of your trance.

“I know Kenji, I just can’t help it.” You sighed quietly, your captain giggled and patted your shoulder.

“I take it that you still haven’t told him.” She handed you your water bottle.

“Of course I haven’t.” You scoffed before taking a greedy sip of water. “He’s been my best friend since we were babies, he could never see me as more than that.” She just rolled her eyes.

“I honestly do not understand how you could be so oblivious.” Kenji muttered before the coach blew the whistle. It was finally time for the match. 

After a vigorous match, and going to 3 sets, the boys won. That meant that the girls had to clean the gym. That was your least favorite thing about volleyball. The clean up. So there you guys were. Collecting volleyballs, putting the net away, and mopping the sweat and spilled water off of the floor before finally being able to shower and change back into our uniforms.

“Hey Kenji!” She had stopped and waited for me to catch up. “Me and the guys are going into downtown to grab a bite to eat, wanna come? Kuroo’s gonna be there~” You wiggled your eyebrows. You and her were pretty good friends and you knew for a fact that she had a FAT crush on her fellow captain.

“Stop that...” She groaned, playfully flicking your forehead. “And as much as I’d love to join you, I can’t. I have an essay to turn in tonight and I have done absolutely nothing. Maybe next time.” She smiled.

“Alright then, see you tomorrow.” You squinted at her skeptically.

“Goodbye! Oh and don’t be late for morning practice tomorrow!” She called as you jogged towards the exit of the school.

“I won’t!” You called over your shoulder.

“It’s about damn time.” Kuroo threw his arms up dramatically.

“Shut up beanpole, we had to clean the ENTIRE gym.”

“Maybe you should just win the match next time.” Lev shrugged smugly.

This made you gasp in mock offense, “Do my ears deceive me? Is my baby boy insulting the ace of the volleyball team when he can’t even properly bump receive a ball?”

“Senpai!~” He whined, jutting out his bottom lip in a cute pout.

“Plus, that setter dump that Kenma made last minute was totally uncalled for.” You huffed.

“That’s kinda the whole point, (y/n).” Kenma looked up from his game with a small grin.

“Whatever Kozu...now let’s go! I’m starving.”

You guys took a short 10 minute train ride to Downtown Tokyo before making your way to the convenience store that had THE BEST ramen ever. You and Yamamoto paid for your food, the others grabbing whatever they were going to munch on. As you waited for the ramen to cool, you got an idea. There was a trend going around tiktok where you dance in front of your s/o, or your friends or whatever and you’d secretly record their reactions and you had made sure not to send any to Kuroo or Kenma for the sole reason of being able to get their reactions. So you set up your phone and angled it perfectly so it got their reactions but it looked like it was recording you.

“Do you have to do that here?” Yaku groaned playfully in annoyance.

“You’re just jealous cause I get more likes on my videos than you.” You grinned, sticking your tongue out at him childishly. Kenma watched quietly as you set the timer and took a couple steps away from the phone. The countdown started, and when the music flowed out of the speaker, his eyes widened slightly when you started to dance. He couldn’t deny how cute your little smile was as the video went on.

“OOH SENPAI~ You’re so good at dancing!~” Lev, ever the hypeman, grinned and continued to give you compliments. Kuroo followed along, doing the moves while in his seat. Inuoka bobbed his head to the music as he watched you dance. Yamamoto was just slurping up his ramen while watching you. All of the reactions were what you had expected. What you hadn’t noticed was Kenma’s reaction. He was watching intently over the top of his psp as you danced, blush evident on his cheeks, lips parted slightly is awe. They were all pretty tame reactions, the song ended and you grabbed your phone.

“Ooh let me see!” Kuroo reached out for your phone. You handed it to him and made your way to grab your ramen.

“Hey!” You turned as someone called out, there was two boys standing a little ways away.

“Hey?” You asked, confusion evident in your voice.

“You’re pretty cute, are you single?” The one that had called to you smirked.

“Uhm...yeah? ” You frowned when he disgustingly ran his eyes over your figure.

“Oh come on. A girl like you, with a body like that? There’s no way you’re single.” The other bit his lip.

“Well I am and I’m definitely not interested in either of you so...you can go.”

“Ooh feisty! Don’t be shy cutie, we were enjoying the show.”

All 6 boys were watching in disbelief and anger.

Kuroo’s fist clenched at his side, he had kinda hoped that Kenma would say something but knew that confrontation wasn’t his thing but he sure as hell looked angry.

“You heard her. She’s not interested so move along you dweebs.” The captain had gotten off of the bench and came over to you. His 6′2 figure towering over your own as he slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into him protectively.

The two boys scoffed. “Why do you care? You’re obviously not her boyfriend.”

“That’s true but we’re her friends...and you’re making her uncomfortable.” Lev had also stood up and made his way toward you and Kuroo with the most intimidating face he could muster.

“You should get out of here douche bags, if you keep bothering her, it won’t end well for you.” Yamamoto put down his ramen and made his ‘intimidating’ scowl. Kuroo noticed that you were gripping the back of his vest tightly and your eyes were shining with un-shed tears. Even though you had come out of your shell since he met you, he knew that intense social situations like the current one, made you extremely uncomfortable.

“Whatever man, she seems like a prude anyways.” One scoffed in offense.

“She should take it as a compliment. She’s in public in such a short skirt and dancing around like that, she’s basically asking for it.”

“You two idiots better shut your goddamn mouths right now and leave.” Kuroo growled. “It’s pathetic to think that you deserve anything from her after being so disrespectful.” Kuroo growled. That was the final nail in the coffin. The two boys dismissed it and finally walked away, muttering profanities under their breath. “You okay?” Kuroo asked softly once they were a good ways away.

You bit your lip to stop it from trembling and could only nod as you slowly pulled away from him.

“What jerks, I’m sorry (y/n).” Yaku comforted.

“Yeah, no one should disrespect our senpai like that.” Lev nodded determinedly, Inuoka nodded in agreement. You weakly nodded and sat in between Kuroo and Kenma, appetite gone. Kenma’s heart thumped painfully when he noticed a tear or two slide down your cheek. He took a deep breath and slipped his hand into yours, interlacing your fingers with his and holding your hand so softly. You pushed the feeling of butterflies in your belly aside and leaned your head against his shoulder. He pulled out his earphones and gave you an earbud.

Frowning in confusion, you put in in your ear and he put the other in his. Your confusion was quelled when he opened tiktok and went to his favorites. The first video he pulled up was of a frog in the front pocket of someone’s overalls.

“I’m gonna get one, you know.” You sniffled, a soft laugh leaving your lips.

“Of course you are.” The smile never leaving his lips as he looked down at you. He had to restrain himself because he was at the perfect angle to kiss your forehead, and he so badly wanted to give you a sweet kiss and comfort you after the incident that just happened. After years of being friends with you, he knew how much you enjoyed physical touch. Mainly hugs and cuddles.

After a couple of minutes, everyone finished eating and whatever and decided that it was time to go home. Everyone went their separate ways after saying goodbye.

“Uhm hey, did you maybe want to come over? We could do homework then maybe play some animal crossing? I can show you how to blackmail Tom Nook.” His offer made you grin.

“That sounds great Kozu.”

“Great. Do you have your Switch?”

He watched as you patted your bag and gave him a thumbs up. “Always.”

He quickly shot his mom a text to let her know you would be coming over. “My mom wants to know if you’ll stay for dinner?”

“How could I pass that up? You know I love her cooking.” His heart skipped a beat as he sent his mom your response.

The two of you continued to walk to his house, talking about the possibilities of a parallel universe.

“But it’s not ridiculous Kozu! Seriously, just hear me out. What if the shows and movies we’re watching are things that actually happened in a parallel universe. Like, what if ‘A Silent Voice’ was a real thing that happened in a universe where people’s everyday lives were televised as tv shows and movies in our universe.”

“That seems pretty unlikely, (y/n)”

“Does it though? Does it really?” You squinted at him.

“Yes. That’s like saying that someone in a parallel universe is watching this exact conversation happen, as we speak, on their tv. Just listen to how ridiculous it sounds.”

“But it doesn’t! That’s my point!” You flung your arms in the air.

He shook his head fondly as you guys reached the front door and he unlocked it. “We’re home!” He called quietly as the two of you slipped off your shoes.

“Oh, welcome back! (y/n), It’s wonderful to see you again!” His mom came and gave you a big hug, one that you happily returned.

“It’s good to see you too! I hope I’m not intruding.” You smiled nervously, you were literally there a couple days ago.

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart! We love having you here, come over whenever you like. Even if Kenma isn’t here, just come in and we can have some tea.” She smiled sweetly.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” Kenma watched the interaction as his heart filled with warmth.

“Do you two want a snack while you wait for dinner? I can cut up some fruit if you like?” You and Kenma looked at each other and nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds good mom. We’re gonna be doing homework in my room.”

“Okay then, don’t overwork yourselves!” She called as you two made your way upstairs. Once in his room, he handed you the sweats that you keep in his drawer and one of his pullovers. While you changed, he pulled on his own sweats and a black t-shirt.

You put your clothes on the spinny chair at his desk and sat beside him on his bed. “So, what first? Chem or math?” You asked, placing your binder down in front of you.

“Hmm Chem, just so we can get it out of the way.”

A couple minutes in, his mom knocked and came in with two bowls of cut fruit. You missed the way Kenma blushed when his mom gave him a knowing smile before she left the two of you alone. The unit you were working on was fairly easy, the only bothersome things were all the damn conversions you had to do.

“Why is this even necessary? Like when am I ever gonna need to know how to change the measurement of boron from mole to kilogram?” He was going to answer but he noticed that it wasn’t directed at him, he watched in amusement as you shoved a strawberry in your mouth.

“Ha, boron...” the amusement in your voice was clear, even when it was muffled by strawberry. With a shake of his head, he looked back down at his notebook.

“Finally!” You tossed your binder onto the ground. “Now teach me how to blackmail that annoying little racoon.” Kenma chuckled at your enthusiasm as you grabbed your Switch from your bag. He sat up against the headboard and you crawled into the space next to him, instantly snuggling into his warmth.

“Alright, so here’s how you do it-”

So there the two of you were. He had an arm around your waist, his hand was resting on the top of your thigh. He hadn’t really realized how touchy he was being, neither had you. It wasn’t necessarily the first time the two of you had cuddled but it was different this time around. Kenma subconsciously felt guilty for not doing more earlier, for not doing more to protect you. So, he was overcompensating for it now. 

You frowned as you looked up and called out to him softly once more. “Kenma...kenma~”

“Hmm?” He blinked a couple of times before meeting your eyes.

“Is everything okay, Kozu?” You put down the game and turned your body so you could get a proper look at him. At his hesitation, you grew more worried. “Kenma what’s wrong?” He knew you wouldn’t take a shrug of the shoulders or a mumbled, ‘nothing.’ as an answer.

“Well, I-I just feel like I failed as your friend.”

“Why do you feel like that?” You bit your lips nervously.

“Because I didn’t do anything to defend you earlier, I just...sat and watched while those guys disrespected you and made you uncomfortable.” He was looking down at his lap, refusing to look you in the eye.

“Oh Kenma...it’s okay. Really. You didn’t have to say anything. Only you could comfort me like you did. No words needed, just cuddles, and frog memes.” He felt pride swell in him at your words, “Please look at me Kenma.” He hesitantly looked into your eyes. “You could never fail me. Ever.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled into his chest. He had a MASSIVE blush burning his cheeks. “You’re always there for me when I need you, and I don’t thank you enough for it but I really do appreciate it, Kozu. I appreciate you.” His blush started to cool down as he wrapped his own arms around you. He held you and relished in your warmth. He was confused and a little flustered when you looked up at him, an unknown emotion in your eyes but he felt it. The sudden tension between the two of you as you glanced down at his lips before looking back into his eyes.

He couldn’t help but lean into you, it was like you were a gravitational force that was pulling him in.

“Kozu, I-” he could feel your breath on his lips, your soft voice pulling him into a trance. Your forehead met his, he nervously looked into your eyes. This was very new to the both of you. Hearts beating erratically, both of you hoping the other couldn’t hear the thunderous thumps against your rib cages. Your lips looked soft and plush, he wanted to feel them against his own. To taste them on his own. His sudden confidence surprised him, and you, as his hand shakily came up to cup your cheek, thumb running over your cheek as the tension grew, breaths getting heavier. Heavy eyelids slipping closed when-

“Kids! Dinner is ready!” The sudden shout from his mom causing a squeak to leave your throat as you both jolted away from each other. Kenma quickly climbed out of the bed, standing awkwardly and fiddling with his hands.

“We should-” He swallowed heavily, “We should go eat.”

“Right...we should.” He frowned when the statement that left your lips came out as a dejected whisper. He followed as you walked out the door and down stairs, greeting his father before sitting down for dinner.

Even though you were smiley and enthusiastic throughout the meal, he could feel that you were somewhat upset.

He thought about it as he laid in bed after you left, picking up his phone, he scrolled before finding Kuroo’s contact.

To Kuroo: I think I messed up....I don’t know what to do

Once you got home, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. Was Kuroo wrong? Maybe he really didn’t like you like that...maybe you were wrong. You couldn’t stop the tears that had collected in your eyes as you grabbed your phone.

To Tetsuhoe: I guess I was right, I am just a friend

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @moon-390​, @beanst0ck​, @renee1414​

[babyboy-bangtan]

By Chance Chapters 1-4

A misunderstanding gone viral puts you on BTS's radar, which leads to a series of events that finally culminate with you meeting them for the first time.

✚ Pairing: Sub!BTS/Female Reader ✚ Word Count: 3.3K ✚ Rating: M ✚ Warnings: None for now. ✚ A/N: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner.  Read on AO3

Chapter 1:  Before

Beep. Beep. Beep.

No.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

Absolutely not.

Beep beep beep beep beep!

Jesus Christ, fine.

You groan and grab your phone from your bedside table, turning off the alarm. It's not possible or even logical, but you really feel the big 5:00 A.M. on your lock screen is making fun of you.

You really want to die.

As you take a deep breath and pull the covers off of you, you get angry at your own stupidity last night. You had no business staying up until 1 a.m. watching Netflix knowing very well you had to be on the makeup chair at 6, but you went and watched a show anyway.

Actually, no, scratch that. This is Netflix's fault. It's their fault for making it so that you want to binge their goddamn shows. You're merely a victim of a very successful streaming platform.

You should sue them. 

Well, once you're done filming your movie for them, that is. Once you're done with the movie and the promotion for it you'll sue them for robbing you of your precious sleep, because that's unforgivable, despicable, heinous, wretched—

Before you can continue with your methodical planning of the lawsuit you're going to throw into Netflix's face for making you stay up late at night and then get up early to film their movie, your phone ringing pulls you out of your angry thoughts.

It's your stylist calling.

Right, you asked her to call you because you were not sure you weren't gonna sleep through the five alarms you set for this morning— but against all odds, you actually woke up with the first one.

"Good morning. I promise I'm up." You reassure her before she can say anything. "I'm gonna shower soon."

"That's fine." She laughs. "I'm just calling cause you told me to last night."

"I knoow." You drawl out. "I was worried I'd ignore the alarms. But I'm up. No worries."

"Alright then. See ya in a bit, dude."

"Byeeeeeee!" You say, throwing your phone into your bed after hanging up.

Your bed, the love of your life. So soft, so inviting, so beautiful and ready to keep you comfortable for as long as you need it to. Except you need to be sitting on the makeup chair at 6, so no more bed for today. You take a deep breath and walk to the bathroom, as ready as you can be to star the day after only getting 4 hours of sleep.

"Good morning Timmy." You greet your costar with a kiss on the cheek. 

"Good morning to you too." He says, biting back a smile. "You didn't sleep well, did you?"

"I have a right to remain silent." You reply, taking a sip of your coffee before walking past him. He catches up to you quickly. "Did you sleep well?"

"I got up at 5 a.m. so, of course not." He says, rolling his eyes at you. "I got like 5 hours of sleep only."

"Ha!" You say, stopping as you grip the handle of the makeup trailer's door. "I slept 4. I win."

Once you're both on your makeup chairs, you laugh as quietly as you can when you notice Timotheé dozing off while his hair is brushed, and you grab your phone to distract yourself. You can't really sleep when you're sitting up even if the fact that your stylist is working on your hair is really relaxing you, so you might as well try to get a bit more awake than you are now. 

While you're telling her about the interesting article you just read, your phone vibrates in your hand, interrupting you. You quickly open the text when you see is from one of your friends, thinking that if she messaged you at 6 a.m. then it must be something important.

Or... maybe not. What you got instead of an important text is what you're pretty sure is a screencap of a Buzzfeed headline.

DID [Y/N] REALLY MEET BTS WITHOUT ANYONE OF US KNOWING?

You absolutely did not. You'd definitely remember meeting the most famous boy band in the world.

You quickly type a response.

      Lmao no I didn't       What's that about?

It only takes her a moment to reply.

      It's just clickbait but it's like a thing right now       People went nuts thinking you'd met BTS       Because someone uploaded a video to youtube called [Y/N] BTS       But it was just a behind the scenes video       But then this tweet went viral

She then sends you another screencap, this time of a tweet with over 100k likes that's quoting another tweet with a video you recognize as the behind the scenes video you filmed for your last movie.

When you think [Y/N] met BTS but the BTS actually stands for Behind The Scenes 🤡

You actually laugh at that.

      😂😂😂 my god       Thanks for keeping me up to date with news about myself

She quickly responds.

      No prob, Bob. Also you were trending on Twitter on #1 and #2 because of it       Now you're like below the 7th but i got proof

She then sends you another picture, this time of the trending topics list. There it is at number 1, "[Y/N] BTS" and at number 2 is just your name. Below that one it's BTS alone.

As far as you know, BTS and kpop fans have the power to make anything trend on Twitter, so you're not that surprised to see they got you trending because they thought you'd met them. You're a bit surprised about the fact that it was over a complete misunderstanding, but stranger things have gone viral in the past and they will continue to do so in the future.

You wish your friend good luck at work today before you start telling your stylist about what just happened, and she just rolls her eyes and complains about people making news out of literally nothing nowadays. You agree completely— this isn't even the first time you are trending on twitter because of something silly— so you just drop the subject and go back to talking to her about the article you read. However, the thought of meeting BTS stays at the back of your mind for some reason.

You've only heard a couple of their most popular songs, which were admittedly very good and enjoyable, but you'd be lying if you didn't admit you'd love to meet them soon. They're huge right now, and even though you wouldn't call yourself a fan considering you don't even know all their names, you still recognize how incredible their journey has been and how talented they are.

Well, that and the tiny detail that every single one of them is absolutely stunning.

Chapter 2:  Jungkook

"Who's [Y/N]?" Jungkook asks suddenly with a little frown as he sits on the floor after dance practice, scrolling through his phone. He's sure he has heard your name before, but he doesn't really know anything about you.

"Uhh... isn't she an American actress?" Namjoon replies, downing half of his water bottle. "I think I saw one of her movies. A period drama. She's pretty good." He pauses. "Why?"

"[Y/N] BTS is trending on Twitter." He replies, reading through some of the most popular tweets about it. "Apparently there was a misunderstanding with a video." He shrugs, opening the video in question.

It's you wearing one of those 19th century dresses, but the effect is lost because the fact that you're wearing a modern coat and sunglasses. If he understood you correctly over the awful sound quality, you were on the first day of shooting.

"What are you watching?" Hoseok asks, standing behind him.

"The video people thought was of her with us. It's a behind the scenes video of her movie." He replies absent-mindedly, focused on his phone. "I think it's from the one you watched, Hyung." He tells Namjoon, looking up at him.

You seem to be at a dance practice now, with who he assumes was your costar. It looks like some kind of waltz, and you both seem to be already good at it— there's no way this is the first time you're rehearsing it. Suddenly, the man flips you around gracefully and presses his front to your back in what Jungkook assumes was meant to be an intimate moment, but only a second later you start twerking and then everyone is laughing.

Him, too.

"Come on, we have to go." Hoseok says, tapping his shoulder.

"I'm coming." Jungkook replies, still watching the video even as he stands up. "She's funny." He says to the rest, occasionally looking up to make sure he doesn't run into a wall.

"What did you say happened with her?" Jimin asks, massaging his shoulder with a grimace.

"Apparently someone uploaded a behind the scenes video of one of her movies but since it said BTS people thought it was about her meeting us."

If Jimin— or anyone else for that matter— cared about his response, Jungkook didn't realize. He clicks on the next suggested video and keeps watching, not paying attention to anyone else. It's during his viewing of that video that Jungkook decides he'll watch the movie Namjoon mentioned as soon as he gets free time to do so, and then he'll see what other movies you've done to see if anything interests him.

The fact that you're beautiful and when you smile his tummy feels tingly has absolutely nothing to do with that decision.

Chapter 3:  Jimin

The thought of the video Jungkook mentioned at dance practice comes back to Jimin all of a sudden late at night, when his mind is restless and the painkillers haven't eased the ache of his shoulder just yet. He can't sleep, so he might as well distract himself a little until they kick in.

He doesn't remember your name correctly; he misspells it several times until he just searches "Actress behind the scenes video mistaken bts band" and several recent articles appear.

[Y/N], that's right. That was your name. The names he'd been trying weren't even remotely similar.

He opens one article just for the sake of it— it's a very clickbait-y one, but he figures it's likely all of them will be— and starts reading an unnecessary long version of what happened. The gist of the article is what Jungkook already said: people confused a behind the scenes video of your movie with a video that involved them, and it went viral.

There are other suggested articles about you at the end of the one he just read, and one specifically catches his attention.

"[Y/N] gets bold on new Vogue Magazine interview: 'Gender roles are such bulls**t.'"

He quickly opens the original article instead of the mess he's sure is the one on the clickbait site, and he can't hold back a gasp at the picture of you that appears in front of him.

He figures he shouldn't be surprised considering what year it is and how normal it is to see women in suits nowadays, but he can't help but get his breath taken away when he sees a woman wearing one. He doesn't know what it is, and it's not really every suit on every woman that does it either— but the one you're wearing on that photo definitely fits the bill.

Your hair is purposefully messy— the kind of messy that can only be achieved by having a hair stylist work on you for a considerable amount of time, he knows that very well— and your face is covered in natural-looking makeup.

Except for your eyes. They did a beautiful job with them.

You are most certainly not wearing a bra and he knows that the fact that it's just noticeable enough is also very intentional, and there's something about the pose you're doing that is making his palms sweat.

Chin tilted up.

Eyes half lidded, looking down.

Mouth slightly open.

White dress shirt, with just two buttons undone.

He almost wishes you'd gone for another one as well, so your cleavage would be visible.

Almost.

The picture is perfect as it is. Can't be improved by anything.

The quote on the clickbait site isn't even the most interesting part of the article; you talk about leaving social media because the pressure of making sure people liked you affected your mental health, about going to therapy since you were a teenager, and about how annoyed you were a couple years ago when the movement #AskHerMore was in full swing and you still felt reduced to only the way you looked at the Oscars, where a movie you were in was nominated. If Jimin understands correctly, a video of you looking very annoyed at the questions went viral.

"It was very frustrating," The quote begins. "because on one hand you had what was supposed to help the interviewers realize that you want to talk more about the movie you worked so hard on, but so many of them simply didn't care. I guess what really got to me was that there were people saying that women get asked about their looks because their dresses are so beautiful and of course people notice them, but I was wearing the most generic black suit you've ever seen. And still they kept calling me bold and chic and other things just cause I had fu**ing pants on."

He opens a new tab and quickly types "[Y/N] Oscars suit outfit" before he even realizes what he's doing.

And there it is: the same feeling he got a few minutes ago when he saw the first picture of you.

Breathless, palms sweaty.

He scrolls through the image results, opening and looking at related pictures of you in suits from other events. It seems that it's a preferred outfit for you along with jumpsuits, and there's an occasional dress now and then.

He sighs and goes back to the article to finish it and look at the rest of the pictures from the Vogue session.

"It doesn't just happen to me." You say in another quote. "There are other women who wear suits and it gets treated like some kind of big deal when they're just clothes. And men have it way, way worse. At least we can wear a suit normally but if men want to wear dresses or skirts or even clothes that deviate from what so many people consider masculine, they'll have people criticizing them and disrespecting them in horrible ways. They're just pieces of fu**ing fabric! Gender roles are such bulls**t."

Jimin smiles at that, and at the fact that the writer of the piece comments that you get very passionate when talking about such things. He likes it.

A big yawn interrupts his train of thought, and he realizes his shoulder hasn't been bothering him for a little while now. He leaves his phone on his nightstand and gets comfortable under the covers, thinking it would be nice if they had actually met you, instead of it only being just a misunderstanding.

Maybe one day.

Chapter 4:  Jin

Because Jin is sitting next to Jungkook inside the van, he can't really help but be distracted by the videos the younger has been watching nonstop on his phone. As it has been for the past couple of weeks, he's watching another one of your interviews. 

It's astoundingly obvious to everyone that Jungkook has developed a crush on you.

"You're still watching videos of her?" Jin asks, but the taunting tone in his voice goes completely over Jungkook's head. He's too focused on the video.

"Yes. Do you want to watch?" Jungkook asks, offering an earphone for him innocently. Jin finds it impossible to resist the cuteness so he accepts it, taking it from his hand and putting it on as he wraps his arm around Jungkook's shoulders.

It's an interview, and you're sitting next to an actor he doesn't recognize.

"Who's that?" He asks Jungkook, pointing at the guy.

"I don't know." Jungkook shrugs, truly not caring even a tiny a bit about who the man is. 

"Okay." Jin replies, shaking his head at Jungkook with a smile. There's really good chemistry between you and the man— you laugh together a lot, and he feels a spark of recognition at the back of his mind when he sees your smile, but he can't tell where it comes from.

"Have you seen their movie?" Jin asks, returning the earphone to its owner. Jungkook nods as he puts it back on.

"It's very good. I liked it."

So he has seen the movie, but he still doesn't know who the actor is at all? There might be a possibility that the crush is a bit more intense than Jin previously believed.

"What else has she worked on?" He pries, wondering if he's confusing you with someone else or if maybe he did see something you were on, even if it was in passing. There's something familiar about you and it's starting to annoy him to not know what exactly.

"Lots of things. Several movies. She was on a show when she began acting. I think her first job was on CSI or one of those American crime shows with a thousand seasons." Jungkook focuses on his video again and Jin pulls out his own phone, quickly searching for your name.

He opens your Wikipedia page and goes straight to Filmography, where he can see right there on the Television section that your first credit is actually CSI.

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

2013.

Oh, no.

The name of your character. Jin knows it. God, he'd recognize it anywhere. The name of the episode right next to it only serves to confirm what he's fearing.

He immediately types "[Y/N] CSI" and swallows a gasp when he sees the pictures that pop up in front of his eyes, careful to not alert Jungkook or the others.

Oh god, no.

Jin knows who you are very well.  He hasn't really watched the episode you appeared on in a while, but he used to do it so often that he memorized exactly what happens every single second you're on screen.

Your hair was a different color and you were younger—  that's why he didn't immediately recognize you. Back when you were on that episode it was futile to try and search for more of your work; CSI was your first role and he couldn't find any information about you at the time. He didn't really search for you again after that; he was very aware that shows like that have hundreds of guest actors that sometimes end up reduced to extras for the rest of their careers.

Well, this was clearly not the case for you.

The memories of the scenes he knows so well flash quickly on his mind, and he swallows with slight difficulty as he feels his ears getting hot.

Your hand is wrapped around the guy who plays your boyfriend's throat— and without showing too much it's clear you're on top of him while you have sex. His hands are tied with a scarf to the bed, and he's blindfolded.

"You like that, baby?" You whisper into the man's ear with a smile, biting his earlobe.

Jin shakes his head, trying to get rid of the very intrusive thought of you lovingly choking a guy during sex. He's in a van with the rest of the guys, the last thing he wants is for them to notice something is wrong.

He closes all the tabs and puts his phone away, moving his head to look out the window instead, hoping the sight of the buildings and streets will distract him. He's glad the whole BTS thing was a misunderstanding and you didn't actually meet them, because he has no idea how he'd react if he had you in front of him in real life.

How do you possibly greet the person you used to masturbate to on a daily basis?

If you’ve made it here: thank you so much for reading!

[thirsty-x1]

Crush On U | Han Seungwoo

Request:

crush on u is one of my favorite songs !!!! like..... it’s just so good. do you think you could write a smutty / angst sort of thing with seungwoo inspired by it??? i sorta get secret idol relationship from it but that’s just me !! it’s upto you ofc but i’d love to read that ⭐️🥺

↬ Pairing: Seungwoo x fem!reader

↬ Genre: Smut, slight Angst, Fluff, it has all of it

↬ Warnings: explicit language, oral sex, unprotected sex.

↬ Word Count: 2.7k

↬ A/N: please, I beg of you, listen to Crush On U before reading this story. This song was literally written and produced by Seungwoo in 2017 and he dedicated it to Alices. If you read the lyrics, you will notice he is a little teasing shit. I love him.

It wasn’t unusual for you to stare at the screen, smiling at the soft expressions your boyfriend made, answering now and then despite knowing that he couldn’t hear you anyway. You had grown used to it at some point: the cancelled dates, the abruptly ended phone calls, and the lack of messages. Sleeping alone wasn’t something that made you uncomfortable anymore, but there were small things that you couldn’t change. Somehow, you always ended up buying more food than necessary, or setting up the table for two, or playing a movie and turning around to make a comment to the unfilled seat beside you, or knocking on the studio door to ask something before realizing that there wasn’t going to be any reply. It saddened you, but there was nothing that Seungwoo could do to avoid it, either.

Touring, fan meetings, promoting, dance practice, vocal training, song writing, exercising… It was his dream and he was making it become a reality. You loved seeing his expression whenever they got recognized, or watching the fan cams and notice how much he really enjoyed being on the stage. Despite all that, your heart clenched whenever you realized that you weren’t by his side to celebrate his birthday, or his achievements, or any kind of holiday. All you could do was to smile whenever he got the opportunity to video call you, telling you about his whole day, and you had to hide your emotions in order to not make him feel guilty. Because you knew that he would end up blaming himself, even if both were aware of the situation.

Another of his videos started playing, this time a compilation of sweet interactions with his fans, and you melted. He was always so good, not just with you but with everyone surrounding him, and that was probably what you loved the most. Humble, kind, considerate… Those were mere words that couldn’t even start to describe how amazing Seungwoo really was. Up to this point, you had managed to control your jealousy and fear, but the insecurity kicked in every now and then, after all you still were human and couldn’t really help it.

A rush of loneliness washed over your body and you stopped the video, the still image of his gentle eyes almost bringing tears to your own. Sighing, you turned off the phone and started to walk towards the bedroom when a notification popped up, the bright screen distracting you for a bit.

Seungwoo ♥:

21:56 Open up, I have something to show you.

You quirked an eyebrow. Did he mean he had sent you a link or something? There weren’t any other messages though. After a few seconds, noticing that you didn’t reply, he sent another text.

Seungwoo ♥:

21:58 I meant the door. Open the door. I’m waiting.

The beating of your heart suddenly shoot up, an incessant ringing in your ears as you tried to process the words quickly. You read the message over and over again, as if to find something that indicated it was off. Were you asleep? The soft knocking on the door caught your attention and you ran towards it, not even thinking anymore as your hands fidgeted with the keys in hand, making it hard to open it, a tall figure completely covered coming into view. You could recognize it immediately: the scent, the bangs that covered his eyes under the black cap, the soft eyes that stared right back at you over the mask covering half of his face, his broad shoulders… Your arms were around him in a second, your face burying in his chest. He stumbled backwards, giggling as he held you closer, the air escaping your lungs in the tightest embrace ever.

“How are you here? I thought…”

“I haven’t seen you in months. You got even prettier, somehow.” You slapped his arm, knowing pretty well that you looked like a mess: hair tied up, wearing your old pajamas, bare faced. “I like you like this, I mean it.”

“Yes, well, I haven’t seen you all natural in a long time.” He laughed and took off the cap and the mask, showing his no-make up face and hair sticking out. “Not fair, even like this you look fucking gorgeous.”

As he laughed, you stepped aside to let him in, observing as he took off his jacket and left it on one of the chairs, sweat stains barely visible through his black shirt. You closed the door and stared at him incredulously, squinting your eyes and crossing your arms, his eyebrows shooting up when he finally realized your inquiring gaze.

“What?”

“Did you run here again?” He froze on the spot, giving himself away. “Last time you caught a cold because of that! Plus, you will get spotted easily, you aren’t really the kind of guy that goes unnoticed…”

While you kept nagging him, Seungwoo smiled and walked towards you, pinching your cheeks and stopping your blabbering before placing a kiss on your lips, shutting you up completely. Your whole face flushed a thousand colors, a mix of embarrassment and slight annoyance stirring up in your stomach as you controlled yourself and boop his nose lightly, although the touch denoted more.

“I couldn’t help it, the car is way too slow and I get anxious. Besides, they will always give me life lessons on the way.” You chuckled at his comment, giving up.

“You said you had something to show me, right? Your sole presence is enough but I’m still curious…” He brightened up at the mention of it and hurriedly grabbed his phone with one hand as the other took yours, pulling you to the sofa and making you sit on his lap.

“It’s a song… I-I made it. I want to show it to the agency and release it for the public.”

“Really? That’s amazing! Is it any of the ones that you showed me?” He shook his hand, biting his lip as he handed you the phone and snuggled his face on your shoulder.

“Just– Listen to it. I want you to be the first one to listen to it.”

Your chest filled with warmth as you pressed play, the beat being quite groovy. The lyrics didn’t take much time to come and they made your heart jump. Half of the song in, you could sense the knot in your throat and your sight getting blurry. The song drifted to the end, replaying and Seungwoo finally stopped hiding, wondering why you hadn’t said anything, eyes going wide when he saw the trails of tears run down your cheeks. He dried them with the sleeve of his shirt, no words coming out while he did it, not sure of what could he even say.

“I really liked it… I loved it so much.” Your voice broke while you were speaking and he took a deep breath, caressing your hair as you finally started sobbing loudly. “I’m sorry, I don’t… I can’t…”

“Shhh, I know. I know.” He cooed at you, softly swaying your body. “I love you, I really do. I know it’s not the best thing, but I swear I was completely sincere.” His words only made you cry even more.

“I love you too.” You started to recover, facing him. “I m-missed you so much…” He couldn’t help but to giggle at the small pout you were making, your swollen face looking way too adorable in his eyes.

He kept hugging you, waiting for you to stop, although he had to admit that he was also holding back his tears. When he noticed you had stopped crying and now were simply laying against his body, completely still, he realized that there was something else.

“You seem to be in deep thought.” You blinked a few times at his remark.

“Ah, yeah, well… You know… The lyrics are wonderful but the beat…” His expression turned serious, ready to take any criticism. “Isn’t it too suggestive?” Evidently, you had taken him by surprise.

“S-Suggestive?”

“Yes, like… The ‘babygirl’, the almost-moans, the feeling… It seems almost erotic.” He was pressing his lips, trying to not laugh at your furrowed brows. “I’m not sure I want everyone to hear you like this.”

Seungwoo chuckled again, running his nose on the side of your neck, sending chills down your spine as his hand started touching your thigh delicately. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, tickling your nape, his mouth close to your ear as his fingers played with your hair, letting it loose.

“Then how about I let you hear me now? In the way that only you can make me sound.”

His whisper was innocent but the connotation behind his words was the most sinful thing ever. You shifted your body to straddle him, leaving his phone aside, the song still playing as you attached his lips to yours. Melting into the kiss, you felt him massaging the inside of your thighs, and he left a soft sigh as you started to grind against him. The temperature between both of your bodies started to raise, the gentle touch turning into a needier one with each kiss, his hands slipping past the band of your pajamas and grasping your ass.

Tired of the teasing, your fingers tangled in his hair, eliciting a whine from him. That was it. Those were the sounds that only you could hear, that he never showed to anyone but you. You smiled and kissed him again, swallowing his tiny whimpers, biting his bottom lip when you felt his hardness against you. Slowing down, you got off him and kneeled, wasting no time in pulling his erect member out and sucking him off. Usually you would have teased him, but all this time abstaining from each other had been enough. You bobbed your head, making sure to lubricate him enough and his hands came to grip your hair, moving the few strands of your hair and as you ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft, you couldn’t help but to notice that small detail.

“Is this what you meant when you said you fell in love seeing my hair tied up?” He was about to explain when you suddenly engulfed his swollen tip, causing him to throw his head back.

“F-Fuck… Maybe I did.” The view before him was way too erotic, and he thanked the heavens for having you.

Maybe you were feasting yourself a little too much because Seungwoo finally tugged on your hair and pulled you up, changing your positions in a swift motion, his hands already discarding of your clothes. However, after all that and unlike you, he took his time: his fingernails grazing over your skin, stimulating you slowly. He started placing soft kisses on your skin in the lightest way possible, the contact was brief but so sweet that you didn’t dare to ask him to hurry up. You felt like groaning in frustration when he moved the fabric of your underwear aside, the pad of his fingers rubbing on your folders, starting by the outer zone and then drifting to your middle, slipping in his middle and ring fingers as he teased your clit with his thumb. It was so loving, so devoted, and so eternal. The sensation started to become too much as he fingered you, his tongue lapping at your juices.

Just like he had done before, you gripped his hair, but even if you tried to stop him, that only seemed to motivate him even more. He became more passionate, his pace picking up as his eyes fixed on your expression, seeing you in complete bliss almost made him cum on the spot. As you started to tighten around him, he pressed up, smirking when he found your spot and you came unexpectedly. He got up, leaving you empty as he indicated you to open your mouth to suck on his fingers, keeping you busy with your own taste as he aligned and thrust into you, your moan muffled. It wasn’t long until his own sounds started to fill the air, sounding like music to your ears, the song playing for the trillion time as he fucked you to the rhythm. The overstimulation traveled through your body, your nails digging into his back through his shirt, and you had to hold back in order to not paint his whole neck with purple and red. As his hips faltered, he hid his face on the crook of your neck, burying himself deep inside of you each time, your second orgasm ripping through you almost at the same time as he started spilling into you, filling you in the most delicious way.

For a few minutes, he didn’t move, enjoying the closeness and the warmth that both of your bodies exchanged. Both of you hissed when he pulled out, and you couldn’t help but to chuckle as he panicked seeing his seed drip out of you, taking off his shirt as a last resource to try and not make a mess. Maybe it wasn’t the best decision, considering that the sight of his exposed chest and abdomen had you biting your lips, making him get startled and laugh at your reaction.

“Like what you see?” A dumbfounded smile spread on his face, complete innocence and dorkiness taking over in contrast to the hot mess he was just before.

“I have always liked what I see.”

Not too long after that, both were laying down, cuddling on the bed. Suddenly, all the lonely nights evaporated into nothing as you inhaled his scent, your hands drawing nothings on his exposed skin. Your fingers traced his tattoos, the line of his muscles, his jaw… All in the most deliberate way, as if you were trying to engrave every detail into your memory for when he went away again. His eyes tried to do the same, watching every expression you made, the sound of your voice, getting goosebumps at your thoughtful touch. His chest fluttered a little.

“You know… I really meant what I said on the song.” You nodded absent-mindedly. He shook his head, grabbing your chin lightly so you would look at him and focus. “I genuinely want to fill the rest of my future with you. I don’t feel like hiding this anymore.”

No sound left your mouth. Those were the exact words you wanted to hear since so long, but right now, there was something off. Even if he said that, you knew that next morning he wasn’t going to be by your side, nor the day after that. You knew that he wouldn’t be with you on the rainy days, or to hold you when you felt lonely. You also knew that it wasn’t easy to come out to the public, and that his career could get damaged from it. Yet you wanted that, you wanted him all to yourself, and you felt selfish for it.

“Even if I feel the same way, I think it’s better like this. At least for now. I’m happy to just be with you, and to see people love you like I do. You deserve this and I don’t want it to be taken away from you, what if you end up–”

“I won’t regret it.” He cut you off abruptly, sitting down in the bed and stared into your eyes. “I have more than just a crush on you. It’s so much more. Maybe it won’t last a life time, maybe it will, I can’t know that, but I do know that I want to live with you each day from now on.”

“Me too.” There was no use in fighting against him. You believed his words, but you couldn’t do that to him anyway. “The song… The song is enough for me. Each time I listen to it, I’ll remember you and your promises. Let’s make it our own, personal secret.”

“Fine.” He chuckled, surrendering to you. “I will make my huge crush on you public through the song.”

You were thankful that he took it in a good way, your body snuggling against you to enjoy what was left of the night in his tight embrace. Both stayed asleep, not thinking about what was going to happen the next day and just seizing the short moments you shared, making them undying.

I am: soft. I love his song so much so I really hope I made it some justice with this story ㅠㅅㅠ Please, go stream it because he deserves it so fucking much.

~Nani

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