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jae-daddy · 4 years ago

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Duff (4)

jaebum au series

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pairing: im jaebum x reader genre: angst, smut, cheating, CEO! i guess too now plot: you are the duff, and guys use you to get close to your bestfriend, turns out jaebum was no exception. but as time goes on the tension between you and your bestfriend’s unoffical boyfriend grows a/n: it so late, I'm literally seeing double rn... hope y’all like it! <3 not edited.

Life is brimming with lessons that teach you how to live without being naive and a fool.

You were already taught a few lessons by life, as it made you jump through endless hoops burning with malicious flames waiting to scorch your skin at slightest touch.

So you found it fair to hold yourself as intelligent and mature.

Therefore, you trusted your conclusion to ignore whatever happened in the elevator with Im Jaebum.

What was said, what was done; none of it mattered.

An important lesson you’ve learnt is people say and do crazy things when they are riding high a shot of adrenaline.

Jaebum’s near-death experience led him to say things that he would not on a normal day. It was only because he was scared that he did. And everyone wants to die an honest man. You were certain if it were Paul in the elevator instead of you, Jaebum might have confessed something outrageous to him too.

So that was not the reason why you were staring at the two males in front of you as they spoke absolute nonsense to you. You already knew not to take what happened in that tiny metal box seriously. Instead, it was another life lesson you knew that made you stare at them as if they had grown two heads: everything has a price.

“Not everyone gets an opportunity like this, y/n,” Paul spoke, a second away from begging on his knees.

You shook your head in distaste, this was not part of the plan. Actually, there was no plan, but if you had one, this would definitely not be it. This was not how you imagined your lottery internship to turn out.

“Paul, I am flattered the company believes me to be capable of such an important role,” you breathed, trying to keep a polite smile as your eyes bounced between the bald man and the smirking jerk. “However, I do not think I would be suitable for this role. I made it clear in my internship contract that I will not have my studies affected by this opportunity. Unfortunately, being the secretary of the -”

“I’m sorry to stop you, y/n,” Paul cut you off, not apologetic at all. You bit your cheeks to hold back a sneer. “We have thought about this through, and believe it to be the best plan of action to take right now. Mr Im is new to this company and is temporary, and while we have made a public announcement, he is still on trial.

“We could get someone in a fixed-term confidential contract, but that’s too complicated.”

Your brows furrowed as you disagreed with that, but you didn't say anything.

“The remaining time left in your contract and Mr Im’s trial period match up perfectly. You already have secretarially role in the company, so you already know the ups and downs, the tricks and tips, so we really believe this is the best way. And about your studies, the summer break began last week. However, if you believe this to be in violation of your contract, we will compensate.”

“Compensate?” You rose an eyebrow, payment would be better than slaving away for free.

“Pay you, just like any other employee,” Paul smiled happily. Finally seeing some indication of interest from your side. He added, proudly, “with all employee benefits.”

You bit your lip in deep thought.

You mentally weighed the pros and cons.

There were pros, so many pros; a better resume, money, free coffee and healthcare, etc. But the con, the big con stared at you in bold, italics, highlighted in large red fonts: you’d be working for Im Jaebum.

If this was someone else you would have said yes the moment they offered it, even without the benefits. But with Im Jaebum, things got complicated.

You weren’t sure if he could maintain the professional relationship between the two of you. And if you were being completely honest, you didn’t know if you could maintain it too.

Even now, with Paul standing at one end of the table, and Jaebum settled on the long side. Your mind couldn’t help thinking about how short your skirt was, and how easy it would be for Jaebum to bend you over the wooden table, and make you a moaning mess.

It would be quite difficult to maintain professionalism when you’d be spending time alone with him. Or maybe, he would use his position to make you suffer. He might end up not coming to work at all, have you do all his work, and just show up to sign and show his face.

So much could go wrong with working for Im Jaebum.

And you also had to consider the fact that you hadn’t talked to him since the elevator incident.

You haven’t been to Heather’s place, too busy with the piled up assignments all due within the last two weeks. The twenty hours of weekly internship didn’t give you any freed up time either. You didn’t get an opportunity to see Heather, or her boyfriend, Im Jaebum, to have a talk.

“Oh come on, y/n,” Jaebum smiled at you, making your blood boil instantly. This was the first thing he said to you in the past two weeks and somehow managed to be an arrogant shit-eater when he did. Your glare didn’t make his smile falter as he sang, “It’ll be fun.”

No way. You thought. There is no way you would be able to work for that self-centred, cocky, incredibly hot jerk.

“We’ll cover your fees.” Paul stopped you before the no on the tip of your tongue tumbled out. You stared at him in shock, as he looked at you expectedly.

“My university fees?” You asked, shocked.

“Yes, all of it.” He nodded.

That’s a lot.

Your eyes fell on Jaebum who smirked at you as if he had the whole entire world at his feet's disposal, and maybe he truly did. He had something similar to that power if the company was willing to go to such extents to make him stay.

The pros were really starting to outweigh the annoying, irritating con.

“Fine,” you licked your lips, with a sigh. “I’m in.”

Paul almost jumped in his place with excitement, “Thank you, y/n! Thank you so much!”

Paul walked out swiftly muttering something about going to the HR and having a contract formed immediately. Your eyes followed him as he left, remaining on the doors that closed behind him.

You could feel his gaze burning the side of your face, and it truly felt as if you were about to combust.

“What?” You snarked, turning towards him annoyed.

Jaebum just snickered as he swirled side to side, carefree, on his chair, “Why are you always so mad, love?”

You rolled your eyes getting up, “I guess this meeting is over.”

“I didn’t dismiss you, y/n,” Jaebum said, stopping his playful actions.

“You’re not my boss until I sign that piece of paper, so,” you gave him a middle finger with a tight smile before walking out the office.

You could hear his light laughter follow you, but you ignored it.

You stopped in your tracks as you remembered something and entered the room once again. Jaebum looked up at you, surprised, before smiling brightly, “Welcome back.”

You cursed yourself for returning after such an amazing exit, but there were more pressing matters than your pride.

“Have you told Heather about what happened?” You closed the door behind you, making sure no one could hear you.

Jaebum’s eyes danced with amusement, as he shrugged, drawling, “What happened?”

“In the elevator, Jaebum,” you gritted through your teeth as you stepped closer towards him.

Jaebum’s smiled only grew as he frowned with feigned innocence, “I can’t seem to remember, maybe if you could help me remember.”

His lazy gaze fell to your lips before meeting your eyes again. A spark ignited deep inside you, and you told yourself it was anger; it was an annoyance.

You clicked your jaw as you smacked your hands onto the desk, leaning over it. Jaebum watched you, carefully, not intimidated a bit, only amused.

Your eyes narrowed at him, before you smiled sweetly, “You were holding my hand and crying like a child.”

Jaebum hissed, unaffected, as he tsked, “I can’t seem to remember that.”

“Did you tell her or not?” You groaned, your annoyance at peak.

What you would do to this man if you got a chance. He wouldn’t be smiling like that, he’d be begging you for forgiveness, for release.

Jaebum smirked as if he could read your mind, “No, I didn't.”

“Good,” you nodded, gulping as his eyes watched you with unsettling darkness. “Don’t.”

He rose his eyebrow, before nodding, “As you wish, y/n.”

You turned and felt his gaze watch you as you walked out. You felt it lower, watching your hips as it swayed side to side. Your hand gripped the cool handle as your shoulders sagged slightly.

You let out a low sigh, “Thanks.”

You disappeared behind the door before Jaebum could reply.

“Babe!” Heather sang as her long limbs fell over you loosely. You laughed, as you helped her sit straight. She leaned against you again, snuggling her face into your neck as she hugged you, “I love the way you smell, baby!”

You chuckled as you patted her red matted hair soiled with glitter and sweat at the back of the Uber, “Thanks Heather, I like how you smell too.”

“Don’t lie,” you could hear her pout, and it only made you smile. “You always make fun of my feet.”

“But that’s only after the gym or a hike, Heather,” you told her, as you brushed the hair off her face.

Heather was completely wasted tonight.

She was already drunk by the time you walked into the club. Jaebum wasn’t anywhere to be found, and you found her with a group of her “friends” that you didn’t like.

They would always make her drink too much, give her a little white sugar, and let her waste her platinum card on those low lives.

You didn’t like the way the guys would touch her as she slumped back onto the couch unable to see straight. You didn’t like the way the girls sitting around would not help her, instead, encourage her to be worse.

You were mad when you were pulling her away from the crowd and towards the bathroom when you had found Jaebum. He had just got to the club himself but was ready to leave as soon as he saw the state Heather was in.

He sat on the other side of Heather, holding her purse, as Heather held you from the middle seat.

Heather mumbled something in return and you couldn’t understand it.

“By that red letterbox is fine,” you told the Uber driver as he slowed down.

Jaebum got out first, and you helped Heather onto his back before getting out. You turned to the driver, giving him a small smile, “Thank you.”

“No problem, have a good night,” he said, already accepting a new ride.

“You too,” you said, as you closed the door. You turned to Jaebum, with Heather hanging her head over his shoulder. Her long ember curls falling down his chest as he grunted and halted her up.

“Woah, stop,” Heather moaned, heaving.

Jaebum looked at you with terror in his eyes, and you laughed at him, “Come on, let’s get this party animal into bed.”

“Is this where you live?” Jaebum asked as you led him up the small walk to the door.

You snorted and shook your head, “No, this is Heather’s home.”

Jaebum rose his eyebrows, and you continued, as you unlocked the doors,

“Her parents don’t live in this house anymore, so Heather skips between here and the apartment.”

You turned the lights on and took in the home that greeted you.

“They love sure love red, huh?” Jaebum commented, taking in the red couch, red feature wall, and red details spread over the living room and kitchen.

You laughed at that, agreeing with him. The Blacks sure did take pride in their red-haired heritage, and didn’t hide the fact that it was family’s favourite colour, “Mrs Black was going through an interior design phase.”

“Thank god it was just a phase,” Jaebum snickered, making you turn to him with a pointed look as you tried to hide the smile.

“She wasn’t too bad,” you replied and began walking towards Heather’s room.

Jaebum followed behind you, grunting as he adjusted Heather on his back, “No, she was just too red.”

You rolled your eyes as you opened her bedroom door and walked towards the bed. You pulled down the covers and Jaebum gently set her down. You took off her shoes, and earrings carefully.

Jaebum didn’t say anything and just watched you as you walked around the room getting out her nightshirt, and face-cleansing products.

“Why are you looking at me, Jaebum?” You asked, not looking at him. Instead, you pumped out the cleanser on a pad and gently took off the makeup from her face.

“Is there a problem?” Jaebum asked back, making you snort.

You gently turned her face and began the other side, “Yes, it’s making me nervous. I can feel you judging me.”

He was probably thinking what everyone else seemed to think when they saw you and Heather. They never saw the whole you both had for each other, how you would do anything for one another. All they saw was Heather in all her brilliance, beauty and wealth, and you, as her second, her side-kick.

“I’m not judging you,” he replied instantly.

Something about the way he said it made you believe him. You bit your lip, as folded the dirty make-up pads and put them on the side table.

“Then what are you doing?” You took a wet towel, wiping her face. You patted it dry and misted some toner and moisturiser. You turned back and met Jaebum’s eyes that remained on you, “Why are you looking at me?”

“There’s nothing else to look at,” he simply shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and pointed to the wall covered with photos of Heather through the years. Most of them had you in them, celebrating every holiday, and some photos from random days when the sun was shining brightly.

Jaebum stared at the wall as if noticing it for the first time. He got up and slowly walked up towards it. He took in the photos for a while, a small chuckle leaving him sometimes, “How did you two become friends?”

You smiled at the memory, “She saved me.”

You stared at your gorgeous friend, as she got up slightly. She searched around, her eyes disappearing as she smiled spotting you, “Oh, you’re here, y/n. I was going to the store on Wednesday.”

She trailed off, falling back into her pillow dozing off again.

“Her hangover is going to kill her tomorrow,” you turned to Jaebum with a tight smile, as you held up the nightshirt, “I’m going to change her.”

Jaebum instantly turned on his heels and walked out, closing the doors behind him.

You walked out to the smell of coffee and Jaebum sitting at the kitchen counter with two mugs in front of him. You furrowed your eyebrows as you settled on the chair in front of him, “Is this poisoned?”

Jaebum snorted rolling his eyes.

You blew the coffee before sipping it. It was still searing hot, so you placed it down on the counter, and turned towards Jaebum.

You took in his midnight hair pushed back, revealing his forehead. You didn’t know you could find someone’s forehead so sexy, but after seeing his hair down while he was at work, you had to admit it was hot. His piercings that were normally missing during office hours had returned too, a few missing.

You frowned your eyes focusing on his nose and eyebrows, “Why aren’t you wearing all your piercings?”

“It’s a nuisance putting it on and off,” Jaebum shrugged, before pointing to his lips, his tongue coming out to flick the sliver hoop, “Just wore my favourite.”

You held your breath, as the image of the cool metal against your lips, flicked by your tongue, gently tugged by your teeth invaded your mind. Your cheeks heated but you continued like nothing was happening to your body.

“Do you have piercings anywhere else?”

Jaebum smirked, “If you’re into pierced nipples, I can get them done for you.”

You groaned, a ridiculous smile on your face as you shook your head, “Can you ever have a conversation without being a prick?”

“A prick?” he gasped, “that’s a bit harsh. I would say I’m more of a flirt.”

“Oh, so you know? This is a conscious decision. You wake up every day and decide to be the bane of my existence.”

“I do wake up every morning and think of you,” Jaebum smiled at you. He chuckled, seeing you roll your eyes at him.

“You’re ridiculous,” you snorted. Jaebum simply shrugged, smiling.

Something beeped from the kitchen and Jaebum got up. You watched him walk over to the stove and turn it off. He reached for a mug before looking through the drawers for something.

You narrowed your eyes watching him, “What are you looking for?”

“Uh... a strainer?” He turned back to you, scratching the back his head. “I don’t know what it’s called.”

Your heart melted at how adorable he looked standing there, confused and unsure. The smile on his lips was so beautiful as he watched you, waiting for you.

“The second drawer over there,” you pointed, not looking at him as your cheeks tinted rosy again.

Jaebum murmured thanks, before using it to drain the liquid from the pot and into the cup, “It’s a hangover tea. My mum makes it for me every time I get too drunk.”

“You live with your mum?” You asked. Jaebum peered back at you a small smile on his lips.

“Yeah, but I rarely ever get to see her.”

“Why’s that?” You frowned. The way Jaebum talked about her, the lightness in his voice and the softness of his smile, told you how much he adored his mother.

Jaebum shrugged before giving you a cheeky smile, “My house is too big.”

You laughed at that. You were not expecting that at all. You heard Jaebum’s low chuckle as you sobered up.

“What about you?” He asked as placed the cup onto a tray with a glass of water and two tablets he found next to the refrigerator. “Do you live alone?”

“Yup,” you nodded, before frowning, “Not even a pet.”

“No pets?” He asked, sympathetic.

You nodded, “I’m scared of animals. It doesn’t matter what size, or how well-trained, or what the animal is. I am terrified of them all the same.”

Jaebum gasped as if you had confessed to a murder, “What is wrong with you?”

“Wow, I thought this was a safe place,” you mumbled before taking a sip from your coffee that had cooled down. You hummed at the taste, he made good coffee.

“What about your parents?” Jaebum asked, making you stiffen. “Where do they live?”

You remained quiet.

You opened your mouth to tell him what you always told anyone who asks. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed or thought it was something to hide. You didn’t want people in your business and telling them to mind their business when they asked only piked up their interest more.

So you opened your mouth to tell him what you’ve been telling everyone for the past five years, “I don’t live with them.”

Normally you would follow up with something about living here was better for your education or future jobs. You would say something, an excuse, that was reason enough for many young people to move out of their parents home. But what you said surprised you, “I don’t talk to them anymore.”

“Oh,” was all Jaebum said. “That’s cool too.”

You peered up at him with a frown. You took in his relaxed gaze, the smile on his face just like it there was a minute ago. There was no sympathy, no pity. There was no spike in interest or anything.

He really didn’t want to pry. He didn't want to know why unless you told him. He only took as much as you could allow him.

Suddenly there was an iridescent pond shimmering in your chest. It swirled, making your whole body feel alive as you took in Im Jaebum. It felt as if your entire body was one cell, one tiny speck of dust caught in the breeze of Im Jaebum, and it didn’t mind.

You gulped, your body and mind acting quicker than you could control, “They couldn’t stand the sight of at me after they found out I was still doing something I promised I wouldn’t do anymore.”

The faces of your parents appeared in front of your eyes. The shock, anger, the disappointment on their face as they found you lying in a pool of your urine and vomit. The horror in their eyes, their desperateness as they shook your body, pleading for you to reply.

“They didn't kick me out. I left,” you ran a hand through your hair, as you let out a heavy sigh. You thought of the letter you wrote them, the way they had cried when they came to the hospital to meet you during those months, “I couldn’t hurt them anymore.”

“Do you think you would ever go meet them again?” You looked up to Jaebum watching you. You were thankful for the lack of pity in his eyes as he kept his gaze on you.

You sighed again, and it came out as a little laugh, “One day I will.”

You nodded, as you met his eyes. He smiled at you softly, and you smiled back as you scrunched your nose to stop the tears from threatening you, “When I am good enough, I will.”

“I hope that day comes soon.”

You didn’t realise Jaebum had come this close to you as you were talking. He leaned against the counter between you, his eyes intently taking you in. He folded his hands on the dark marble, his face leaning half-way over the counter.

You watched him back.

He was so beautiful.

You huffed out a smile as you shook your head at him. Jaebum instantly changed, leaning back, the playfulness in his eyes glinting once again as he rose an eyebrow in question.

“You’re not too bad, you know?” You smiled at him, before adding, “When you’re acting like a normal human being at least.”

Jaebum laughed at that before giving you a mocking smirk, “You’re not too bad yourself, y/n.”

You grinned about to say thank you, when he added, “When you’re not acting like a stick is stuck up your ass at least.”

“What an asshole,” you shook your head, laughing at him.

Jaebum beamed back, his eyes shining, “What a bitch.”

You took in the dark flecks in his eyes. You noticed their velvety blackness absorbing all light around it, but something else existed in those captivating eyes of his eyes. They didn’t get dragged away into the twilight of his gaze.

Instead, it shone brightly. It glistened, it was golden, white and sparkled like a starry night. It dragged you in, it made you want to lean close to him.

It made you want to place your lips on his and see how that shimmering halo swirled as he pulled you in closer. It made you want to reach for him, to place your hand on his soft cheeks. It made you want to walk around the counter and hug him in the middle of the kitchen littered with red embellishments.

Jaebum’s smile curled into an easy smirk as he winked at you before turning around. He picked up the tray with a cup of tea, a glass of water and Panadol, as walked towards the door the red-haired beauty was sleeping in.

Everything had a price.

Somewhere deep within your heart was a corner buried so deeply in the darkness you had forgotten it existed. The room was cold, dark, and there was nothing. Nothing except for a lone candle standing in the middle of the emptiness.

There had been nothing there for an eternity, and it was almost like magic. It almost felt like a trick of the eye, but then it happened again.

A flame, a spark, flickering at the tip of the candle; it sparked again.

This time it caught on. It burned, slowly getting brighter and livelier.

You watched Jaebum disappear behind the door of Heather’s room.

A sharp ache twisted your heart as you saw his broad back enter the dark room she was sleeping in.

The flame spreading over the wick twisted in shades of ember, their shadows dancing over the room.

You saw a word, you saw a face.

You knew the price for this feeling tugging, craving to grow bigger in your heart. You walked into the room, hidden in a deep corner of your heart. The ivory trail of your dress dragged on the dusty floor, turning brown with every step.

You didn’t look at the walls, you didn’t take in the shapes of the flames.

You took sharp, clear steps. You reached the candle, the flame reflecting softly against you. You closed your eyes, took in a deep breath and exhaled, blowing out the candle.

The flame was gone.

The candle extinguished, the room engulfed in darkness, once again.

You looked to the wall, the photo was no longer there but the image there was burnt into your mind.

The price of this feeling was too expensive.

It was too precious, and you couldn’t afford it.

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hellevator-mp3 · 6 years ago

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letters to no one (and everyone) || Part 3

Pairing(s): Platonic!Hyunghyuk, Platonic!Wonhyuk, Hyungwonho

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1100+

Warnings: None

Author Note: okay so this is really rushed bc!! i have no motivation for this story rn!! so uh yeah there’s that lmao n e ways i hope y’all enjoy~

minhyuk hates confrontation. however, maybe confrontation involving hoseok isn’t so bad after all.

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tuesday rolled around quickly, the morning light making minhyuk stir from a fitful sleep. he vaguely debated just staying and moping around the apartment, but those plans were tossed out the window when jeonghan burst into his room, loudly announcing that they were going out for breakfast and that he had better hurry up, or else he’d be left behind.

he vaguely considered just giving up and going back to bed at least three times during his morning routine, but finally stumbled out of his room fully dressed, bathed, and with his toothbrush hanging from his mouth as he searched high and low for a match to the sock he held in his hand. silently, jeonghan held up the match from his position on the couch, almost as if he could read minhyuk’s mind. minhyuk quietly thanked him, heading back to his room to finish brushing his teeth and pull his socks on, before grabbing his phone and making his way to the living room. it was empty, save for sungjoo who was waiting patiently for him.

the two walked out together, sungjoo offering his arm for support as minhyuk pulled on his shoes, before they joined the rowdy couples in their trek to their favorite diner, and the only one that could seat all of them. it was a peaceful start to the morning, as far as minhyuk's group of friends and roommates went. they all divided off into their own conversations as the food arrived, and some didn't talk at all. half of the group had classes while the other half didn't, but they all started late in the afternoon so the group was free to mess around.

minhyuk sat at the end of the booth with sungjoo next to him, and so it made sense that he could see the door. it also made sense that he could see the people walking in. what didn't make sense was the sight of hyungwon and his boyfriend hoseok entering the diner, almost immediately meeting minhyuk’s gaze. hyungwon whispered something to hoseok, who’s gaze flickered between minhyuk and hyungwon, before nodding. hyungwon walked up to the hostess desk, while hoseok made a beeline for minhyuk. it didn’t take more than a second for hoseok to pull him up by his elbow, gently, and pull him to the side.

“listen, hyungwon explained the letters to me, and i just want to let you know it’s okay, and to say thank you for making him happy. when he read that letter, his face lit up and i could see how happy it made him, so thank you.” hoseok rushed out, his voice soft so he didn’t attract the attention of the others - which was near impossible, given that the whole group was staring at them anyways. minhyuk just nodded, whispering a quick “you’re welcome” before hoseok was rushing back to hyungwon, the latter wrapping thin hands around the former’s bicep as they walked to their table, following the hostess.

the whole table began to question minhyuk when he sat down, but he just shook his head and continued eating, ignoring their questions.

it wasn’t long before they were trudging back to the apartment, minhyuk immediately retreating to his room since he was one of the people with classes that day, along with sungjoo, jinyoung, and jeonghan. he finished off the last bit of an assignment that was due, and shoved it into the backpack sitting in his desk chair, along with his laptop and charger. soon enough, sungjoo was calling him and saying it was time to leave. the four of them left, jinyoung and jeonghan walking slightly ahead, leaving sungjoo and minhyuk to lag slightly behind.

minhyuk told him what hoseok had said, the other listening in silence as he explained. he stayed silent, contemplating what to say. “who all did you write letters to?” he asked, glancing over at minhyuk to gauge his reaction.

minhyuk lost himself to his thoughts, considering whether or not he should answer truthfully. after realizing that his oldest friend could see through him when he lied, he hummed thoughtfully and replied, “hyungwon and hoseok, obviously. also im changkyun and lee jooheon, yoo kihyun and sohn hyunwoo too.”

sungjoo looked thoughtful. “and out of those six, you know there's two couples, right?” hyungwon nodded in response, responding that there was no way he didn't know of the most popular couple in school - lee jooheon and im changkyun, who were childhood friends that recently revealed their relationship. lee jooheon was the star baseball player for their school, and almost always had girls and guys alike hanging off of him. it was a definite surprise for one of their classmates to find the two tucked away in a storage closet with their lips pressed together and their bodies even closer. word spread faster than the door had slammed, and suddenly the two were thrust into the spotlight as the one of the first openly gay couples, aside from hyungwon and hoseok, as well as jeongyeon and her girlfriend nayeon.

minhyuk shrugged. “besides, it’s not like i ever acted on, or will act on, my feelings. plus, everything that i felt for everyone except the last two is gone by now, so i’m not bothered.” he tacked on, feeling the sudden need to explain himself. sungjoo nodded, before the two in front of them circled back to tell them that they were gonna be late if they kept going at this speed, so the rest of the way there was spent in silence, aside from the pounding of their feet on the pavement.

when classes were over and minhyuk showed up for his shift at the cafe, hyungwon was already manning the counter, with hoseok sitting in one of the booths near the window. minhyuk quickly threw on his apron, getting to work making orders as hyungwon took them. they worked in harmony for a while, until it was time for hyungwon to switch out with one of their other coworkers, the aforementioned jeongyeon. minhyuk watched hyungwon and hoseok leave the cafe, the latter waving at him before they walked out the door. minhyuk was slightly confused, having never interacted with him outside of their earlier conversation, but didn’t bother to dwell on it. he had better things to do, like make a iced coffee with twelve pumps of sugar free vanilla, an equal amount of hazelnut and caramel, a splash of soy, enough coffee that it hit the middle of their logo, with ice, before it was tossed in the blender. twice.

by the time minhyuk was finally closing the cafe, he had a twitch in his eye that only a good night’s rest and at least thirteen business days away from people could cure.

he didn’t get what he wanted, as he was awoken at seven am sharp the next day, by a frantic sungjoo who had entered what the group liked to call “mom mode”.

it wasn’t a very pretty sight.

#monsta x fic #kpop fanfiction #lee minhyuk #shin hoseok #chae hyungwon #hyunghyuk #wonhyuk #hyunghyuk and wonhyuk are both platonic!#hyungwonho #mx

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tommyshep · 7 years ago

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OK I GOTTA RANT ABOUT PERSONAL SHIT BUT IM THROWING IT RIGHT UNDER THE RUG HERE (under the cut) SO YOU CAN IGNORE THIS I REALLY DONT CARE K THANKS

(update: its fucking LONG you really dont have to read it i swear. its just self pity and sadness hahahahhah)

ALRIGHT FELLOWS FIRST OFF im so fucking lonely yall, i met a guy recently tho (correction i knew them for a year and always thought they were out of my league and we have had mutual friends but rarely ever talked ourselves and then one day out of the blue they came up to me and hugged me and declared us friends??) but we were supposed to hang out this weekend and it was gonna be like the first time i hang out w a friend in foreverrrrrr but they had to cancel bc they got sick. i dont think they were purposefully trying to blow me off, but that happens to me a lot. i try to make plans so that i can get myself out of the house and then people cancel.

and my best friend (best is used loosely, more like the best friend i have but we’re not that close anymore and she has plenty of people she’s closer with) has a new best friend. i used to be able to go to her house all the time and just lay on the floor or whatever and that was our thing, but now i feel sorta weird around her cos we dont talk. like even if we hang out theres really no connection and i feel like a burden and shes always like “uh ya sure you can come over” and then i feel like shit. again its not her fault, but she was always someone i could just be myself around and now i feel like shes gone.

aaaaaand i have a bunch of online friends, some who i met on here and others who moved away and now this is the only way we can talk. but i feel like im ALWAYS the one to text them first. (this isnt about anyone on here btw!!) i have to start the conversation and thennn theyre like “omg i miss you so much we need to talk more!! how are things??“ and the whole conversation is just us catching up and then at some point they dont respond and then i message them again a few months later and it happens again. its not like i think they dont care about me, but they clearly have so much else going on just bc they have a life of their own and friends and school and all this that i dont have, so they dont think about me unless i text them. it gets exhausting always texting first and feeling like im forgotten about, especially cos i dont want to tell them that im feeling this way cos i dont want them to feel guilty since its not their fault.

ive tried to stay in contact with people from my old school, and at the beginning of the year i would go to every single concert and theater production that theyre all in. and they would do that thing where they tell me they missed me and we catch up. but what bugs me is that they always say “i dont see you enough, we should hang out!!” and im hear thinking, this IS my way of staying in touch with you. nobody asked me to come to this concert, i just put it on my calendar and showed up because i wanted to see you. they never return the favor or anything, which i understand that again they have friends and school and lots going on. i just feel so fucking lonely yknow? im going to prom with a guy next month as friends, but im not even looking forward to it anymore because we never talk so i dont even really care. my mom always tries to be like “what do you mean you dont have friends? youre going to prom in a few weeks!” and like, ive tried to hang out w this guy more but he always cancels or he doesnt have a car and it just hurts yknow.

and school is going shitty rn and i have a lot going on but i cant talk to ANYONE about it and wow i didnt realize i was this sad until i typed all this shit up. what the fuck.

i have all these great opportunities this summer where im going to meet new people but im so fucking scared cos i feel like i dont even know how to have friends. and the second someone is friendly with me i start envisioning us as best friends but then i remember that i cant keep friends so it all gets fucked up and i just want to have a normal social life.

i feel selfish saying it but even the people i do have as friends (the ones who i have to text first, etc.) i could honestly live without. i see/talk to them so rarely that its like whats the point. the times we do interact it takes so much emotional input on my part that it just brings me down. i want a friend group sooo bad. like three or four friends who i can hang out with, we’ll have a group chat that lasts more than a month, and we’ll do whatever fun shit friends get to do.

i keep telling myself that i’ll have friends once i go to college but thats in like a year and a half?? and i can just picture myself freaking out in the weeks leading up to school starting, thinking that i’ll never make friends in college. and people tell me im being stupid and that of course im going to make friends, but the past few years havent shown me that!!!

sorry yall im just really emotional and i have a TON pent up but i cant seem to cry anymore and i feel like im on the verge of tears but i Cant and it sucks. and school is stressing me out and i think i probably have adhd which is getting in the way of everything and i have a huge thing this weekend and im Not prepared but i cant seem to get myself to DO ANYTHING i just sit in bed all day and lie to my mom about my assignments and i want to die i have a 4 page paper due in the morning that i havent started and fjwawkfjweioafjeiwofjiwoa

((((((it probably doesnt seem like ti but this feels really good to get out. i just wish i could dooooooo something)))))))

#jam rambles

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masteredshadows · 7 years ago

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happy munday! I’m still inactive / working on a new blog / ignoring assignments due in four days / playing video games instead of writing but I got my first tattoo on thursday and I’m in absolute fucking love with it

picture under the cut bc even if I’m not writing, it’s munday, damnit

this is a picture from right after it was done and rn it’s in that delightful stage where it itches like hell so it might look. a lil’ different given a week or two but YEAH motherfuckin SNAKES, man

(I would credit the artist she’s amazing but I am vaguely concerned about privacy given she’s local to me :’) if we’re vaguely close and you want to know do feel free to dm me though)

#munday.#tumblr still forgetting my tags. love this website.#INSOLENT CHILD ( ooc. )

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waleedahmad1389 · 4 years ago

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Is 2 million $ enough too retire at 60.

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Coming up next is an example contextual investigation of retirees who are trying to resign with a savings worth $2 million. A portion of the subtleties have been changed for their protection.is 2 million enough to resign onWhile this contextual analysis centers around prospective retirees, this ought to likewise be a significant exercise for any Gen X'er or Gen Y'er needing to resign one day. A portfolio worth $2 million doesn't become for the time being.

And keeping in mind that it might appear to be unthinkable for some to achieve, it's entirely feasible with discipline, an arrangement of assault and ensuring that you're not trying to claim ignorance about your cash circumstance.

The Petersons' Story

To begin with, here's a portion of their back story:

Joseph Peterson is 58 years of age, began working for Ameren Corporation at age 24 as a lineman, and is currently a Training and Simulation Supervisor – some portion of Ameren's Crisis Management Team. Joseph is hoping to resign in four years at 62 years old.

Joseph as of now has a duty conceded 401(k) plan worth $671,045. Four years prior Joseph opened a duty excluded Roth IRA and contributes $6,500 every year – it's worth $28,517 today. Joseph likewise has a Traditional IRA worth $219,714. Moreover, Joseph has a characterized advantage annuity plan as a feature of his work benefits with Ameren. The current incentive on the benefits plan is $650,000.

Debra Peterson is 57 years of age, began filling in as a RN at 22, and at 30 years old she quit attempting to turn into a full-time housewife. Debra remained at home with her youngsters for a long time and returned to work at age 40 as a RN. She has charge conceded 401(k) plan worth $159,305 through her manager at the medical clinic. Debra opened a duty absolved Roth IRA five years back, and contributes $6,500 every year – it's worth $36,496 today.

Together, Joseph and Debra have a financial records parity of $83,000 and a bank account esteemed at $153,031. They as of now owe $155,033 on their home loan, Joseph owes $15,000 on his truck credit, and Debra owes $20,035 on her vehicle advance. Joseph and Debra have three kids: Matt who is 27 years of age and fills in as a line cook in St. Louis; Morgan who is 25 years of age, despite everything lives at home, and is completing doctoral level college; and Samantha who is 18 years of age and is preparing to begin school. Joseph and Debra are going to pay for Samantha's advanced degree.

Here's an aggregate of their advantages and liabilities:

Resources: $2,001,108

Liabilities: $315,068

All out: $1,811,040

resign on 2 million assetsJoseph and Debra wish to have $90,000 every year for retirement and have certain objectives they wish to satisfy while living serenely in retirement. To begin with, when Joseph resigns he intends to burn through $25,000 to purchase another vehicle for his child Matt, and afterward two years after the fact $25,000 to purchase another vehicle for his little girl Morgan, and afterward quite a while from now $25,000 to purchase a vehicle for Samantha.

Joseph and Debra likewise need to begin going when Joseph resigns so they intend to have $10,000 planned every year to go for a long time straight. They wish to make a trip to Italy, Rome, and Greece together. They likewise need to take their youngsters to New Zealand.

In 2023, five years after Joseph resigns, he intends to purchase a lakeside lodge for him and his family where they can spend their summers. He intends to burn through $30,000 on the cabin.retire on 2 million objectives

Our Unique Process

In the event that one of my customers inquires as to whether they can resign with $2 million, we start with our extraordinary procedure, The Financial Success Blueprint. We remember we need to go past the numbers to locate a strong answer. Path before we get start the calculating, I like to get the customers truly pondering retirement and what the following barely any years is going to resemble. Here's the basic inquiry I pose to them:

"On the off chance that we were meeting three years from today – and you were to think back over those three years to today – what must have occurred during that period, both by and by and expertly, for you to feel cheerful about your advancement?"

Clearly, their speculations' presentation and us cooperating will be a piece of this condition, yet I need to know more:

What will a common day resemble for them in retirement?

What might keep them the most occupied?

What will they do in retirement that they can't do now?

What are the difficulties, openings, and qualities that will either support them or forbid them from accomplishing these objectives?

After they answer a portion of those inquiries we plunge into the numbers of retire at 60 with 2 million. We utilize a record aggregator called Blueleaf which permits every one of our customers to see their whole portfolio in one spot. I'm astonished what number of individuals will have numerous 401(k) venture accounts spread out among five, six, seven, or eight distinct organizations, however never take a gander at it under one magnifying lens. That is the thing that Blueleaf offers.

At first, we'll simply investigate their present distributions and afterward begin leading various "stress tests" to perceive how those portfolios will hold up over the long run. Basically, this is the thing that we are attempting to decide with their present arrangement and venture system:

The ideal resource portion or item blend to guarantee a sheltered retirement salary forever

The cost structure of various venture choices to guarantee the base expense for quality counsel, the board, items, and so forth

The potential expense results of different speculation techniques to guarantee ideal after assessment forms from different items and the executives styles

The potential non-speculation dangers, (for example, clinical consideration, obligation, and so forth) and the ideal resource/protection structure to guarantee your retirement plan isn't wrecked due to said dangers

The riches move of your advantages for picked beneficiaries/recipients to guarantee the greatest worth is held by your picked recipients instead of the US Government

The effect of your non-advertise protections, (for example, land, private loaning, or personal business venture) and their hazard/reward comparative with your monetary arrangement

The Investment Strategy

In view of the hazard resilience and their pay needs, we discovered that Joseph and Debra required generally 60% of their interests in stocks and 40% in bonds for the initial 10 years of retirement. After a portion of their objectives of purchasing a co-op and purchasing their children's graduation blessings, at that point we believed we could restrain the assignment to 40% stocks and 60% bonds (that is the thing that these two diagrams speak to).

I tell every one of our customers that the yield is just tantamount to the info so we need to put forth a valiant effort to have an away from of our money related objectives and what our pay needs will be in retirement. I realize this is hard for a few, however it just strengthens how significant having a type of spending plan is on the off chance that you need to have an effective retirement.

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