#imagine the last thing u see being suns face squishing u

[satoruhour]

While I know Suguru is the og girldad, there’s something so endearing about Satoru with a daughter.

First time she’s in his arms and it’s like somebody put the sun into his palms. She has his white hair and six eyes but in shape of your facial features, his loud and boisterous personality and his sweet tooth, and there’s not a thing on this planet he cherishes more than her. Spoils her, wants to be her “superhero” dad children look up to, you best believe everything she draws for him is kept secure in a folder in his room. He never lets anyone treat her as inferior to boys (knowing the misogyny in jjk universe), and both of them love you to piecessssss🥹

Like I just randomly imagine him baking a cake with his little daughter for your birthday and MY HEARTHNSJ😭

WHEN US MEANS MORE THAN ME & U

a/n: literal tears. bye. i love dad gojo sm. wrote this through tears while listening to this. tagging @crysugu @jabamin @hyomagiri @seeingivy ✶

wc: 3k plus?? man idfk cant see thru my tears

✶ dad!gojo . . .

. . . who ages so well the more he grows older. if you think he looks good at 28, just wait until he’s 34, or 40. although he still has a baby face, his features have matured way more, now, crinkle lines on his forehead and around his lips that accentuate his dimples even more. he just looked… so damn good, truly keeping his physique well into his thirties, except you wouldn’t have known if his hair is turning grey, though, since it’s already white, but you can tell he’s happy when his body hair is not just white upon white.

. . . who has the palest skin, so when he starts to grow a noticeable moustache and goatee he shows you the short strands excitedly, pointing to the various parts of his face with an excited finger and a beaming smile. he annoys you by rubbing his chin and cupid’s bow along your skin in the morning or when he returns home — it’s a little funny seeing you jump in surprise.

. . . who only lets you dictate whether he should keep the facial hair and when you hesitate even one moment (“nope! let’s shave it!”) you’re pulled into the bathroom and handed a shaver and shaving cream. he hums when the blade glides along his skin, knowing you were too afraid to be too rough. gojo liked the tenderness of these moments, you perched upon his lap and bottom lip caught in between your lips as you focused on his chin and cupid’s bow. the grip on your waist is firm, loving the way your thighs close around his own so snugly.

“okay — last one,” you voice out softly, eyes squinting because it was so difficult trying to see white hair from skin. gojo simply giggles at your struggle and you tsk, telling to stop moving! before you’re yelping and the shaver leaves your hand, the soft, plump lips of satoru moving against yours. behind you, there’s a plop! of water, and gojo just laughs when he sees the shaver lodged into the toilet. “ah. well, let’s use yours.” and your mouth twists, “no! i use that to shave…” you trail off and you swear you can hear gojo’s grin and the insult of pervert on your lips. “well! all the more to use it!” ✶

. . . whose vision from the start is slowly turning true. the jujutsu world is in the good hands of his students that he’s able to spend time with you and the (unborn) baby more. he smiles more freely now that he works less missions, but still as cheeky and playful as ever, squishing your cheeks and moving them around as he plants kisses on them. he also shows his feelings more, not afraid to bury his face in your neck and ask for head rubs or tell you he might be thinking about suguru a little too much; the first time satoru put his head to your swelling belly and heard the kid kick he teared up right away, baby talking to the baby bump like the sap he is.

. . . who at first hated his family name because it was only ever associated with his powerful father and then him, with both of his renowned techniques, how it pointed straight to him being the strongest and a cog in the machine to overwork. but now, gojo rather likes it, referring to you as “my wife” and “mrs. gojo” more times than necessary. you gave him his surname meaning by saying your vows and slipping his (rather expensive) ring on your fourth finger. you gave the family name a sense of warmth and homeliness whenever he’d come home to you humming a tune from high school and cooking up some dinner. you gave ‘gojo’ a worth that means more than just the six eyes and limitless — that it’d mean that gojo was the penthouse in some far off tokyo district coupled with you and the baby growing in you.

. . . who when first handed his baby girl, cried full on tears in the hospital, both arms wrapped so snugly around his baby because he was afraid he was going to hurt her or drop her in some way. gojo is generally pretty large in stature that he makes your baby girl look so small that it’s endearing. your cheeks hurt from smiling so much at them, not having the energy to capture the moment since you just quite literally delivered. but satoru much rather have his girls in the picture, handing the baby back to you before he reveals his phone to snap a picture.

“w-would ya look at her?” satoru coos, rocking and bouncing his body gently to ease your baby back into slumber. there’s an ugly show of a mess on his face — snot falling everywhere and tear stains lining his cheeks. but there’s one final thing that has gojo choking up all over again; the baby is curious and feels up his hand, your husband letting a finger out before she curls her small fist around his finger. “oh my god.” it’s cute seeing gojo so distraught as tears spring to his eyes again and he can’t even form words. it makes the baby laugh and he sobers up a little, sniffing and raising a brow. “love seeing your papa cry, huh?” and the baby sputters again and giggles and satoru swears he ascends to heaven and mutters a promise more to himself than your darling girl. “i’ll protect that little smile for as long as i live, okay?” ✶

. . . who is entirely enamoured with his baby girl, carrying her a little too much when she should be in the crib, singing her little songs or pointing out the colours of the sky in the nursery. you watch the scenes like a proud wife and mother, still not used to the beautiful scenes and childlike decorations of the room — only because satoru would not let you in after learning why ellie from up couldn’t conceive even if the paint now was safe. but you don’t have the heart to turn away your husband when this is what you get out of it, reminiscent of when gojo had playfully done to tsumiki and megumi before (“the scenery is beautiful today, gojo-san!” vs. “i already know what colours are, dumbass.”). 

. . . who only asks you to rest while he takes on most of the diaper-changing and feeding duties. you weren’t even that old to begin with, but it seemed like just like you were pregnant, satoru found it offensive that you’d think of even lifting a finger. you let him, for a while, until you find out he’s putting on the diaper wrongly and putting a little too much formula in the bottle, but you simply pat his cheek when he tears again. by god, he doesn’t want to mess this up, he doesn’t want to mess you up, he doesn’t want to mess her up, but you show him with your hands wrapped around his. one, two, three, and a half cups into the bottle; wrap around her right, then her left and secure it with the provided adhesive.

“satoru, baby,” you sigh, going on your tippy toes to kiss away the tears spilling from his cheeks, “you’re not a bad dad because you didn’t know how to make her food or change her diaper.” your fingers are as light as dewdrops, always in awe of his flawless skin and looks, and now, in awe of his consideration and love of your baby girl. “but—” you put up a finger, “no buts— remember? we promised each other not to be sorry if we can’t help it. you are human, my love.” gojo heaves a shaky sigh and swallows away the sobs, nodding against your hand as he covers it and leans into your touch. “i am human,” and a little later after quelling the baby’s cries in bed, “thank you.” ✶

. . . who, when she’s old enough, takes her on flying mishaps, hands tucked under her arm pits to guide her through the house in exaggerated flight. it feels like dad is superman, the sofa, high chair, even mama is all too far away from her and she’s onto her next exciting adventure. the bubbly giggles from your darling girl is the only sound that matters to satoru, alongside your laughter as you watch the two in play while dinner simmer besides you. higher! higher! she asks when she can speak and he does just that with his imposing height, but gojo’s tallness never intimidates his baby girl; no, not when gojo satoru is her hero and you, her solace.

. . . who gives nothing but a multitude of praises when his girl is leaning more into the artistic side, asking for colour pencils and crayons and paint to explore her creativity that with each drawing she shows him, he gasps, falls to the floor, and cries out how it should belong in a museum! gojo is doing the most — hands on his chin and pointing to various parts of the drawing and discussing the “meaning” behind it when all your girl wanted to do was draw the three of you as a happy family. he’s buying the frame, making a plaque for the artwork to be hung; when he’s making copies of the artwork to keep in a folder, he’s crying his eyes out (“she just wanted to draw us, us! as a family!” you giggle, “yes, satoru, that’s what we are.”)

“girlssss! i’m home!” satoru grins when your baby runs up to him, swooping her up before she can crash into his legs and twirls her around. “papa! look at what i drew today!” you’re emerging after cleaning up her very passionate creative space after she swore on finishing it before your husband came back, smiling when she bounces on her heels. “woooow!” he clutches his heart, one knee and then the other before he croaks out “ooouhhhh! why isn’t this masterpiece in a museum yet?! it’s a crime!” if you were in high school, the gojo then would definitely barf at how cheesy he was being at the moment, “very compelling use of colour, here, miss gojo. hmm, yes, yes, i see how you used multiple colours for the sun — very effective in showing the many colours of the sunset!” you’re cheesing so hard at the display because he does this every. time. and it never fails to make her yell in excitement, running over to you as she gives you a big fat kiss on your cheeks, “mama helped me!” a raise of the eyebrow before you finally get your well-awaited kiss to your lips, “i’m sure she did, honey.” ✩

. . .who teaches her the basic things, not shying away from the harsh realities of the world and jujutsu society. he tells her about boys who make fun of girls and think it’s acceptable, or teachers that would only like the strong boys to carry the chairs to the centre of the classroom. he thinks that if he’s going to do this parenting shit, he’s going to do it right, not the way his parents did it, not the way the higher-ups “looked” over young sorcerers. he covers self-defense, verbal comebacks as well as a rejected raise of her hand to threaten a punch (you were the one to stop him from teaching her that — you could only thank it wasn’t a middle finger instead), praising and rewarding her with candy and blown raspberries into her skin.

. . . who teaches her mama is as important as he is, but your darling girl already knows the value of her mother who holds her tight when she has a nightmare, or the airplane on mama’s airline that always holds delicious food. she knows how much her mother loves her when you’re sharing a smile with her at the dinner table as satoru chokes again on his food, and when you pat her to sleep while telling the story of how you and gojo met. that’s why she was the one to suggest that they both bake you a cake for your birthday — with her as the head chef and satoru as her sous chef. 

“it has to be perfect, papa! no more burning the pancakes in the morning or putting too much sugar.” gojo stifles a laugh at that; it seems that his baby girl had heard the many trivial mishaps that had happened in the kitchen, snapping out of his daze when his daughter lands a light slap on his cheek. “pay attention!” satoru fully laughs now, okay, okay! he says and they read through the recipe together — a family recipe passed down to you — and they try their best. the flour is a little messy, the sugar is a tad too much and satoru thinks he may have preheated the oven too high a heat, but then there’s the familiar smell of the vanilla extract and the rise of the cake in the tin. your baby cheers, collapsing into gojo’s arms in front of the oven and together on the floor, they watch the cake ascend.

“careful, baby, it’s hot.” gojo brings her away when the cake is finally done, dramatically smelling and letting out a sigh at it, “it smells really good, ain’t it?” she purses her lips and points to herself, “all due to me!” and gojo hums in agreement. he’s content to let his baby girl take all the credit when she’s looking as adorable like that, finding that her confidence is looking more and more like his while your kindness shows when she’s propped up on the kitchen island and saying, “but papa was the one who helped me pour everything! so maybe it’s because of both me and papa.”

the “thank you” that satoru whispers into his girl’s temple is a whisper, and the house falls into a comfortable, more calm atmosphere as they work on the icing together. it’s clear that all her excitement has caught up to her and she’s now feeling a little sleepy in between, only shooting up when gojo’s announced the icing’s all mixed properly. “happy . . birthday . . mama,” she draws out in the air with satoru’s finger clutched between her fist, a clear layout in her young mind that he had no choice but to listen (he would always listen), lathering first the white base icing before the pressuring job comes and his darling girl is looking at him with narrowed eyes, “don’t mess it up, papa!”

“i won’t—” and before gojo can start on the lettering, you’re depositing the house keys into the bowl your husband gifted you in high school, letting out a chuckle at the scene before you: the sorcerer’s face caked in white, vanilla extract and broken egg shells on the island and in the middle of it, your husband and your daughter looking like deer caught in headlights.

“hi, mama,” they say in unison and your grin only widens. you could hardly be mad when this doesn’t happen often, already knowing the occasion, but they seemed to be a little bummed out from being found out so you only hope your hug can make it up. your baby girl goes first: she squeals when she’s scooped into your arms, smile so bright it could mirror any angel in heaven. while she still pouts, she’s more than happy to wish you a happy birthday. “thank you, baby. was baking with papa fun?”

she nods so hard her whole body moves in your arms, “papa is very bad at measuring stuff, though.”

you burst out laughing while your husband falls into a greater pout than your daughter did, brushing off the flour from his arms and taking the both of you into his embrace, “she’s so mean to me, sweets.”

“i’m not, just telling the truth. mama, i was the head chef, so i get to say what he’s bad at.” gojo’s pout worsens and you coo, pulling him closer.

“yes, but daddy did help with everything, didn’t he?” you whisper, brushing away the strands that fall over her face. you’ve never really taken the time to take in everything: her white hair, those blue eyes that are a little darker, the lines at the side of her smile that look like yours. instinctively, your forehead rests against hers and upon feeling her nod, you think that this is all you need. “thank you, darling.” and your girl grins again when she feels your peck on her forehead. gojo only can look at his girls with a content smile, pout stretching into his face while his hand never stops caressing your back. “can daddy have a kiss too?”

that night when she’s put to sleep after much protest (you both give in and end up watching your favourite movie together as a present), you’re drawing circles on gojo’s bare chest which also has grown a little bit of hair. his lips upon your hair feels like a divine blessing; he speaks.

“happy birthday again, baby,” a kiss, “only if you came home a liiittle later, though.”

you laugh softly, “actually, i sort of heard your shenanigans when i was standing outside the front door.” satoru jerks from the comfortable position, prompting your head to hit the headboard in a loud ‘thud’.

“oops sorry, baby— but what?!”

you shake your head, roll your eyes, pull him back to tuck yourself under his chin, “you’re so damn dramatic. i just didn’t want to interrupt the both of you. you mean a lot to her, you know.”

gojo sighs, moving away a bit for your head to tilt up and his heart still pulls and tugs like so many years ago. if he recalls correctly, it’s just exactly like this that you shared your first kiss together, the line between friends and lovers blurring so much that all it took was your eyes staring into his to make him notice he never had infinity on around you.

“you made me forget what i was gonna say,” satoru mumbles, a laugh cutting through his features when you smile sheepishly. he copies your outburst, “you’re so damn beautiful.”

“and you mean a lot to her, too. we mean a lot to her — it’s the least we can do when you’ve brought such a beautiful baby into the world,” gojo mutters — it’s late and he’s slurring his words from the fatigue. his eyes glow under the night light and he holds on to you just a little tighter, “to give her a normal life.”

his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and there’s the sheen of his tears again. “we will succeed, don’t you worry.” you silence his doubts with a kiss, “you’re doing a great job of a father, ‘toru. i will keep reminding you until my voice turns hoarse and i can’t speak.”

normally, he’d tease you but all it does is make the tears full spill over; but they’re happy this time. satoru only lets you catch his lips in a deep kiss, quietening his sobs as your hands fumble at his undercut and his face. you can hear the faint “thank you”’s he mumbles and you’re also close to crying, pulling away to admire him — god, you loved him so much you feel like you could collapse. he loved you so much he would do it all over again if it meant having you in every life.

“thank you for having me. thank you for loving me, baby,” satoru whispers, wiping at your tears as did you and he laughs, “dunno why we’re cryin’. s’pposed to be a happy moment.”

you huff (of course, he’d say something funny now), but that’s just one of many things you love about him. all you do is hold him closer that night and mutter a prayer — to virgin, to buddha, to anyone who would listen.

it might get difficult along the way: one of you may need to take on more missions, your baby will be growing up and heading to school. there will be difficult talks, puberty, tantrums, none of you were truly ready. and yet, despite it all, you’d still have your satoru, the one who made tsumiki and megumi into what they are today. despite it all, you’d still have each other and your darling girl, your family of gojo’s whose definition changed from suffocating to belonging. despite it all, as long as galaxies are created and supernovas happening and the planets revolve around the sun, it’d take light years for your love to diminish even one speck.

your love for each other could surpass the cosmos — that in itself is enough.

part two

[ragingtwilight]

alt ending in Solar Lunacy chap 2 where instead of faceplanting sun lands on u and u fukcing die

[mochikeiji]

Looking Like U Got Me

Request: "Prompt no. 56 and 55 for Gojo ＼(^o^)／"

55. "You look like my husband/wife"

56. "Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster"

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x Reader

↠ Warning: none! Simply fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.7k

↠ a/n: i accidentally mixed up prompts 55 and 57 ;-; but still hoping this turns out good!!

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event!

All he wanted was to wake up in bed, next to you— who would cuddle deeper in his arms even in slumber so he'd smother you with his kisses and tighten his hold around you and drift back to sleep longer, finally free of responsibilities for once and enjoy quality time with his only favorite person. But instead he wakes up with a groan passing through his lips, supporting his back side with his hand while shuffling to his side in a different position as the light sun rays shun through the window blinds, softly fanning his eye and forehead.

Gojo chuckles a bit before wincing. His lower back so tensed that he feels himself get older by the day. Pouting at the empty space next to him, he palms the cold sheet in wonder of where you are. Up so early in the morning when you could've just stayed in for him. How annoying. His eyes shut for moment when the scent coming from outside the room intruded his senses. Ah, you must be cooking breakfast. How sweet of you.

Thank goodness it wasn't another batch of dried crackers or cup of noodles that'll enter his mouth. He was never one to cook meals when he was on solo or when you weren't around. The very thought of not only the meal was awaiting for him outside, but also you excites him that it made him feel tingly inside. Call it dramatic, yeah, but it's not every day someone gets to wake up and immediately feel this full of love in the morning. You were the only and last love he's ever wanted to have in this world. It was so surreal even to him.

Sighing before pushing himself up, Gojo yawns out the remains of drowsiness in his system and stands. He didn't bother wearing a shirt since last night, claiming that he misses how his body rubs off yours in both comforting and suggestive ways. Plus it was just you and him home, he'd rather walk naked than wear the usual long sleeved uniform on a warm day.

The scent of coffee got stronger as he closes in his journey towards the kitchen. There was faint sizzling coming from the pan as you stood there in attendance. Stuck in your own little world, swaying to the sound of the radio playing, U got Me by Yung Heazy. It was one of the few songs that reminded you of Gojo back when you were both high schoolers. The exact song you remembered playing when you both hung out on a small cafe in Tokyo. Where he was so flustered, attempted to hide his blushes with his round glasses. The little things that reminded you of that memory never fails to make your heart race.

Of course Gojo knows this one as well. Because it was on that date as well he had call you, "his" after masking his embarrassment and from obviously checking you out every minute. How could he contain himself? He was a young man who was having trouble in the arts of love. Nevertheless he was glad to have grown up from those years. If his younger self could see him now, he'd be gagging at the sight of a softer version of his older self.

Snaking his arms around your torso carefully to avoid surprising you, he places his chin above your shoulder. Salivating at the sight of thick bacon in deep frying, shamelessly letting you know he was hungry from the sound of his stomach growling. "This is a nice way to greet me." you smile at the man behind you, who had his eyes closed in delight while rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat in need of attention. "Good morning to you as well, sweet cheeks." he says after  pressing a kiss on your skin.

"You got up early." whining softly, his hair and nose tickling the side of your neck and shoulder, "I was hoping to stay longer y'know?" trailing his hands underneath the his shirt you were wearing, mapping out on all the skin he could squish and hold with his large palms. Noticeably pressing himself closer to your body, the much needed space gone but you weren't complaining. After all, this was Gojo, a man who knows no boundaries.

"I wanted to make breakfast for you. We haven't had one together since we're both busy." you say as you grabbed the nearby plate, turning off the stove as the now cooked meal sizzles softly from the pan before sliding down to the porcelain surface. In attempt to lick his lips at the now prepared food, his tongue grazes upon your skin, sending you to jolt a bit, hearing the joyous laughter from him as he places a kiss on the spot as an apology.

"W-why don't you go sit down, there's rice bowls and cooked eggs prepared already." stammering, you quickly excused yourself away from his embrace to clean out the mess from the counter. Gojo sighs out the adoration but obliges to your command. Not long after you had finally settled down in front of him. Seeing him in all smiles as he scarfs down on his food made you smile as well. Thank goodness his blindfold was off, they looked adorable twinkling in happiness.

This felt nice. To have an opportunity to be a normal couple once again. So many times you could only daydream of scenarios like this. He could say the same as now that you were present on the usual spot he'd come home to empty. Often dozing off during meetings thinking of where you were or how you were, the multiple times Megumi has fed up with his whining about how he never gets to see or have more time with you. Nobara even pointed out a fact saying, "You act as if you're both married." and Yuuji, being the happy child of the three had said something that always ponder in his mind, "Why don't you marry each other yet, sensei?"

It was a statement he's been considering for a long time. Marriage. Of course Gojo wanted to marry you after years of torment love. To have his precious students say that you both already looked as if you were married got him all heart racing, and very very happy. He's had vivid images of a life with you. Not far from what it is today, but imagine. Unlimited happiness after so long of fearing it. Perhaps maybe even tiny legs running around, giving him such big love as his grows for the family he's craved, watching you smile beside the doorway and calling them in for a meal.

If marrying you means he can have that every day, then the hell with it.

"You look like my wife."

The spoon drop echoes. Slowly his face erupted into a faint blush while staring back at your widened eyes and opened mouth. "What?" gulping down the stuck food in your throat, Gojo bites his lips watching you maintain your composure. So cute. "Y-you know you say funny stuff when you're out of it. Maybe some daifuku would help? Yeah! Wait a sec." quickly getting up from your seat and rummaging in your fridge, you breathed out the heavy puff of air from your lungs.

He did not just say that so directly towards you. Maybe you were dreaming? You wouldn't be if your heart wasn't practically being forced out. Gojo is always fun and games, right? He doesn't mean that.

Sad to think of it that way.

"Ow!" thumping your head above the fridge as you grabbed some of the take outs of Daifuku you got yesterday, closing the fridge back before returning shortly to Gojo, who seemed as out of it as you were. "You did say your brain functions best when you eat sweets. Luckily for you I bought these yesterday. That's why I cooked earlier now because I wanted to try it out with you!"

Gojo can't tell if he wants to be offended at the fact that you think he was joking or just now, cover his half of his face to hide his laughter and igniting squeals. God he wished he had his phone right now, the moment was just so priceless and precious as you were.

"...ter"

Muffles from behind his hand was heard. Tilting your head to the side, trying to process what he said but no avail. "What was that?" you moved a little closer next to him, tapping his hand away almost eagerly. When he does, you spot that knowing smile present on his lips and the uncharacteristic blush still painted on his cheeks.

"Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster, honey."

You've gotten more shy when his hand held yours in the most loving way while drawing patterns. Searching through his eyes if he was playing around, but you were met with ones you know of when they were full of sincerity. "I-i. You know, they were so cheap anyways and I figured you'd want them." he snorts before leaning his head on your arm and laughs hysterically. It was painfully obvious that you were in state of shock that you couldn't even process his words.

Up until now the effect he has on you was still there like before.

"Sweetie." he turns his body away from the table to face you, pulling you so that you were standing in between his legs looking down shyly on the floor. "I'm serious." his fingers reached for your chin to pull your head up to meet his features. His other hand still holding your smaller one; index finger tracing your ring finger in circular motions as if he was creating a make believe ring.

He should thank himself for falling in love and be trusting once again.

Because now, staring back at your eyes filled with the same amount of emotions as his. Reciprocating the exact thing he was feeling. Waking up just to start the day already wanting him to be there. Knowing all the littlest things he's shared. Hearing the erratic sound of both of your heart beats.

He knew he's made the right choice.

"You really do look like my wife. My future."

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[gingrrfrog]

the most beautiful thing

“have I told you lately that I’m grateful you’re mine?”

summary: the story of the beginning of forever 

word count: 7.5k

pairing: jaehyun x jihyun (oc) 

warnings: fluff, smut 

a/n: u guys know the drill hehe, original story here :] 

After being together for more than ten years, surprising a partner for their birthday doesn’t come without difficulty. Jaehyun remembered having headaches the days leading up to Jihyun’s birthday from trying to plan something special. Meanwhile, Jihyun lost sleep over what to perform for Jaehyun’s birthday.

It should be said that it wasn’t fair to her that Jaehyun didn’t expect anything for his birthday. He always told Jihyun not to waste her time considering they were both too busy to participate in anything usually, and while it was true, that didn’t mean Jihyun didn’t want to prepare any less. The truth was, the restaurant was always packed with customers on Valentine’s day even months before starting this past December. The only difference this Valentine’s day was that this was the year she was going to prove Jaehyun wrong and use this opportunity to prepare a surprise for her hardworking boyfriend.

The goal of the surprise was not only to spoil Jaehyun, but to also prove that she was good at being other things-- other things that included a title that rhymed with entree.

On the morning of Valentine’s day, Jihyun woke up early to sneak her way downstairs to prepare the cake she had bought the night before. Today was the only day she was going to spoil him with sweets before breakfast.

She shoved a candle through the pastry and made her way back up the stairs to their bedroom where Jaehyun was sleeping peacefully, squished in between two pillows. Jihyun gently pressed into him and snorted when he groaned, pushing her back into what would be on her side of the bed.

“Happy birthday to you,” she started quietly, “happy birthday to you.”

Jaehyun clenched his eyes and used his palms to rub at his eyelids before opening them to make eye contact with a slice of cake, “happy birthday dear Jaehyunnie.”

“Happy birthday to you,” Jihyun smiled, kissing his forehead and smoothing hair behind his ears as he struggled to sit up. “Make a wish, baby.”

Jaehyun gave a sleepy laugh before closing his eyes once more, thinking thoroughly about his wish before opening them again to blow out his candle, “Cake for breakfast?”

“Once a year can’t hurt.”

Jaehyun shared his cake slice with Jihyun to save room for actual breakfast, which actually consisted of traditional seaweed soup. If Jaehyun looked forward towards anything for his birthday, it would always be the soup Jihyun would make for him every year.

Like every year. Jihyun apologized for not being able to celebrate Jaehyun’s birthday properly the same way they did for hers. He reassured her over and over again that it wasn’t an issue and that he would most likely go out for dinner with his brothers anyway.

Except he won’t.

Because Jihyun already made plans.

After breakfast, the couple washed dishes while they took turns showering. Jihyun was the first to leave that morning, kissing her boyfriend on the cheek while he hastily toweled his hair. She reassured him that she would call him later during her short breaks if he wasn’t busy, to which Jaehyun replied with a hum and a sweet kiss before she left.

Jaehyun peaked out of the bathroom before he ran back into their bedroom, lifting the mattress topper and removing a small white box from the inside, sighing in relief when he saw the engagement ring still in place, safe from Jihyun’s curious eye.

Was it cliche to propose on Valentine’s day of all days? Of course it was, but if Jaehyun knew anything about Jihyun, it was that she was weak for cliches. That reason alone is why he constructed his own surprise dinner for when she came back home after work. He would have to leave work early himself to get the necessary groceries for what he had planned, but Jihyun surely wouldn’t come home until late tonight considering the date.

He snickered to himself at the idea of his plan and placed the ring in his front pocket, patting it gently to make sure it was safe before he left for work himself.

Later on in the day, after about four hours of strenuous work without a break, Jihyun finally managed to fight through the dreaded lunch rush, locking the front door and switching the sign to closed for lunch as her workers piled around for their lunch break.

Taeyong was the first to collapse in the nearest booth, huffing and propping his leg on a nearby chair while two other waitresses sat in the same booth, one putting her head on the table.

“If I see one more engagement proposal I’m going to jump off the roof,” one cried, her voice muffled against the table.

Jihyun laughed in response, hanging her apron up as she packed her things nicely in her bag.

“You’re not eating with us today, Chef? Another waitress asked, watching as Jihyun slung her purse over her shoulder.

Jihyun smiled and shook her head, “Not today.”

Taeyong grinned and nudged the waitress next to him with his elbow, “don’t you know? It’s Yuno’s birthday today.”

The waitress sighed and squished her face in between her hands, “oh yeah, I guess we should expect an announcement tonight too.”

“You need at least two weeks for a pregnancy announcement,” Taeyong snorted, dodging Jihyun’s pen as she cursed at him.

“I’m not getting pregnant!”

“So you’re not practicing?”

Jihyun narrowed her eyes and dashed over to choke her best friend until a line cook came around and spun her towards the door, a smile wide on his face as he patted her shoulder, “have fun, Chef Jihyun! We’ll be here waiting for either announcement and we’ll be happy to hear both!”

“I’m not--!”

“Have a good day!”

“But--!” Jihyun huffed as the line cook locked the door behind her again, waving with a dopey grin on his face before he walked off, leading Jihyun to roll her eyes a dn give a small laugh, waving to her workers in the window as she walked to her car, enjoying her newfound freedom. It had been a while since she last left work before the sun was down so she took the time to relish in the sunlight despite the bleary clouds it hid under.

There were a few spots she wanted to hit before she went home to cook Jaehyun his birthday dinner. The first spot would be near where her boyfriend worked, an underdeveloped area that was mostly construction and abandoned buildings, parking at a near garage before locking her car next to the only few expensive cars in the lot, ones that she recognized as Yuta’s black Portofino Ferrari and Mark’s stark white Range Rover.

Huh, she thought to herself. It wasn’t unusual to see them around town knowing that this was their main workplace, but to see both of them in broad daylight was a little surprising to her. She shook her head and continued to walk out of the parking garage with the same confidence as one of her boyfriend’s members would have, knowing that no one would dare pull her to the side or try anything suspicious--not anyone who knew who she was at least.

She was lucky enough to find people who didn’t know who she was today, however, as she passed by measly looking workers sitting outside on worn out lawn chairs, staring at Jihyun up and down with a sly look to her face.

Jihyun almost wished they said something. If there was something her restaurant employees didn’t know is that she loved power of any kind, so if there was someone that needed a lesson to be taught, she would happily be the cause of said reason. Jaehyun admitted that it scared it sometimes, but that it also undeniably turned him on. Jihyun grinned when she heard the whistle come behind her.

“Goodmorning, Miss!”

Jihyun kept walking, luring them closer to Mark’s looming figure in the background. She felt a hand on her shoulder as she removed her sunglasses, her face calm as she stared at the hand before looking at the person in front of her.

“Are you lost, Miss?”

“I don’t believe so,” she replied, gently shaking the hand off her shoulder and pressing her sunglasses back on her face. “Have a good day.”

“Are you looking for someone? I bet I can help you.”

“I don’t need your help. Thank you.” Jihyun smiled, continuing to walk towards her destination until she felt a hand on her again, this time on her forearm.

“Are you coming to see your boyfriend or something?”

“No, I’m here to see a friend.”

“You’ve got friends around these parts?”

“Don’t you think you’re asking too many questions?” Jihyun continued, looking the worker up and down.

“I’m just surprised to see a pretty, little--”

“Jihyun noona!” Mark called out, jogging towards her with a bright smile before he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “What are you doing here?!”

Mark paused when he saw her forearm being held, his eyebrows furrowing before he shoved the man in front of him, “do you have any idea who you’re grabbing right now?”

“Mark. it’s okay--” Jihyun almost wanted to pout. She didn’t get to play much longer.

“No it’s not,” Mark growled. “Just wait til I tell Jaehyun hyung about this-”

She clicked her tongue. No more fun if Jaehyun was finding out. “I promise it’s fine! Please don’t tell him, I’m here for a surprise anyway. It’ll ruin it if you tell him.”

“I didn’t mean anything! I’m sorry! I just thought she was lost--!”

“Shut up,” Mark rolled his eyes. “Do you think you can just call out for the boss' girlfriend like that?”

Jihyun scrunched her nose, “I’m more than that.”

“Right, sorry. Kim Jinho’s only daughter.”

Still belittling her to a man’s relative but at least he was trying. Jihyun patted his shoulder and leaned against it, “take care of it however you would like, Minhyung. I’m going inside to see Hera, but don’t tell Jaehyun. Tell him tomorrow.”

Jihyun thanked him quietly before waving towards the man in front of her with a smile, his eyes wide in fear. Surely nothing would happen to him, Mark was much kinder than her boyfriend when it came to occurrences like these. Jihyun could imagine the endless possibilities if it was Jaehyun, but Mark would surely only smack him a few times as a warning just to scare him.

Unless he was in a bad mood, then, Jihyun assumed, it would be a lot worse.

Jihyun entered a building without another peep from another gangster, all of them averting their gaze as the two at the door held the door open for her. She smiled a greeting before stepping inside and towards the elevator, watching the numbers on the screen rise as she reached the seventh level, stepping outside and walking down the hallway and stopping at the store front.

Sex shops were not unheard of in Seoul, but God forbid you were seen stepping inside one, or worse, working at one.

Hera, despite her degree in business administration, worked at one of these said sex shops. Even worse than that, she owned the place, becoming one of the biggest, best kept secrets of her own. From dildos, fuck machines to actual prostitutes for hire, Hera quickly became enraveled in the world of illegitemacy thanks to her quick affair with one Nakamoto Yuta who jump started her career.

Despite their relationship being cut short, it didn’t stop the other man from visiting to quickly relieve pent up stress, which appeared to be the case today considering a part-timer was at the register instead of her friend. Yuta’s car being in the garage suddenly made sense to her now.

“May I see your ID?” The girl at the register said.

Jihyun snorted as her ego inflated. It was good to know she still looked young despite her twenty-seventh birthday being around the corner.

As the presumed college student checked her ID, Jihyun looked around for her friend, receiving her ID with a smile and placing it back in her wallet.

“Is Hera around?”

“Um, I think she’s at the motel a floor above us.”

“Working or working it?” Jihyun grinned. She laughed upon watching the cashier blush. It was endearing, blushing about sex while you work in a shop chock full of it everywhere.

“She was with Mr. Yuta if that means anything.”

Jihyun clicked her tongue, her manicured fingernails tapping against the desk, “that could mean either one.”

“They left about an hour ago. Miss Hera said she wouldn’t be gone more than that.”

Finally, Jihyun smiled and nodded, quickly glancing at her name tag, “thank you either way, Hyoju. I’m going to look around! Let her know that I’m here when she comes back.”

Hyoju nodded and went back to looking at her phone, presumably to send said message to her boss.

Jihyun took her time looking around for her items. Nothing too terrifying save for the shibari rope and a few different balms she was curious about using. Jihyun shuddered at the thought, a small grin playing on her face.

“Do I want to know?” A familiar voice said behind her.

Jihyun turned her head around to give a knowing look to her friend, whose appearance is slightly more messy than usually. Jihyun rolled her eyes and embraced her friend with a small side hug, “Yuta oppa treating you well?”

“Best oral giver in all of Seoul,” she grinned.

“I’d like to argue,” Jihyun smiled, pushing Hera’s shoulder with her own.

“You and I both know I have no way of testing that,” Hera snickered. “What brings you here? Looking for something new?”

“Kind of. I was looking up some different things. Jaehyun liked tying me up a while ago, so I might just do that. I feel like it’s kind of boring.”

“You know he would bust just looking at you, right?”

Jihyun snorted, “I guess. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to try something fun.”

“Have you ever thought of tying him up?”

The thought has crossed her mind, but there was no way he would let her, not without telling him beforehand at least. Jihyun grimaced and tilted her head to the side pensively, “I don’t know...Yuno doesn’t seem like the type.”

“Are you kidding? Guys love having their hands tied up, just take a step further once you’ve done that, he won’t even get the chance to say anything.” Hera glanced inside of her basket and grinned, “those nipple balms by the way? I heard they work magic on the balls.”

Jihyun bit her lip and shifted her weight on her left leg, hating that she twitched at the thought. Hera noticed that she still wasn’t convinced, pulling her towards the vibrator section and picking out a small pill, winking at her friend as she placed it in her basket.

“It’s cliche, I know, but it’s remote powered. You’d be the one in control.”

“What if he doesn’t like it?”

Hera shook her head, “he’ll love it because he’s doing it with you, Gigi. You might want to draw the curtains in though.”

“Can’t imagine Jaehyun wanting people to see him a point of vulnerability,” Hera said after dropping her voice a few decibels to a small whisper. “But, he can be vulnerable, for you.”

Fuck Hera and her salemanship, who knows what would’ve became of her had she chosen an office salesmen job. Jihyun narrowed her eyes regardless, holding her basket close to her chest, “why do I get the feeling that you’re just trying to make buy things?”

“Because I am, duh. I’m a store owner,” Hera smiled. “But, I also want my best friend to have fun.”

Jihyun rolled her eyes, “fine. I’ll take it.”

“Nice!” Hera cheered, pulling her towards the register, “I’ll ring you out myself!”

With discreet bags, Jihyun left Hera’s store with a pep talk and a slap to her butt, causing her to yelp and rub her backside as she entered the elevator. She passed by the lowly gangster on her way back, a black eye and a busted lip with his eyes downcast when he saw her walking past. She smiled a greeting before she continued to pass by him, noticing that both Mark and Yuta’s cars were gone from beside her own.

When she arrived home, she quickly walked up the stairs and shoved the bags under their bed. Once she finished, she looked at the clock and panicked when she realized Jaehyun would be home in four more hours, running into the bathroom and yanking off her work clothes as quickly as she could in order to shower.

After shaving and hastily drying her hair, she prepared her skin for makeup, opting for a soft brown look as she pulled on the lingerie set she bought earlier this week. Pulling on her pink slip dress right after, she worked on her hair, rolling it into loose waves before she cursed at the time.

Now she only had two hours til Jaehyun came home.

Cooking dinner shouldn’t take that long considering Jihyun had prepared her mise en place earlier this morning, but she would’ve felt more comfortable having more time to prepare his other presents that were upstairs. Regardless of her nerves, she found her rhythm in the kitchen, effortlessly chopping, slicing, and cooking their meal until she finished an hour and a half later, giving her at least thirty minutes to set the mood with candle lighting and a few records Jaehyun kept in their living room. Just as she was going upstairs to prepare a few last minute things, she heard the front door open and close, a yawn resonating through the room while Jihyun smiled at his humming.

“What the fuck?” She heard him say to himself, confused to smell food until he walked into the kitchen with his eyes widened as soon as he made eye contact with Jihyun.

“Surprise,” she said quietly, raising her hands in the air as Jaehyun gave a shocked laugh. “Happy birthday again.”

Jaehyun shook his head, “I thought you were at work!”

“I left after lunch. I wanted to spend your birthday together because it’s been too long since we last did.”

Jaehyun gave a dopey smile, his dimples in full display as he pulled her in for an embrace, pecking her sweetly as Jihyun wiped lipgloss off his lips, “thank you.”

“Of course, baby.”

“This isn’t fair though,” Jaehyun pouted, “I was going to surprise you for Valentine’s day.”

“Oh? With what?”

“Dinner,” he snorted. “Maybe a bath.”

“Well,” Jihyun’s arms snaked around his neck, “maybe we can take a bath after I give you my present.”

Jaehyun grinned, his hands moving down her waist and resting on the small of her back, “something tells me that dinner isn’t my present.”

“You would be correct,” she beamed, pulling him in for another kiss before taking his hand and leading him towards the dining room table.

Dinner was eaten in a relatively quiet manner, though comfortable as the couple’s hands were clasped together--Jaehyun’s thumb running over her knuckles every so often as Jihyun kissed his. They let dishes soak for the night after they finished eating, opting to join each other for a dance in the living room.

Jihyun rested her head against his chest as they swayed back and forth, smiling to herself at Jaehyun’s gentle humming. His hand was holding her own on his heart, as if to give a silent reminder that it belonged to her, and that it always will. She couldn’t think of a more perfect moment, forgetting all about the other gift she had planned as all she wanted to do was be closer and closer to the man she loved, the love of her life.

Jihyun pulled away just slightly to kiss her boyfriend gingerly, the latter leaning in to receive the kiss with a small smile.

“I love you,” he said against her lips. Jaehyun pulled away momentarily just to say it again, “I love you, Kim Jihyun.”

“I love you, Jung Jaehyun,” she returned, her fingers resting on his cheek.

“Thank you for today. It means the world to me.”

Jihyun giggled, “it was just dinner, baby. We always have dinner together.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less grateful. I bet you were swamped at work today, but you still came home and did all of this for me for my birthday.”

“I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you, that’s all.”

Jihyun closed the gap in between their faces as they shared another sweet kiss. Jaehyun sighed and pulled her close, almost feeling frustrated that they couldn’t be any closer as he fell back on the couch. Jihyun smiled and settled herself on his lap, their sweet, gentle kiss turning into one with more passion as the seconds passed.

Jaehyun groaned and pulled away, confusing Jihyun as he dug in his pockets, “--I can’t.”

“Huh?”

“I was going to wait for a better setting than our couch, but I really can’t hold it in.”

Jihyun furrowed her eyebrows as she watched the man in front of her retrieve a small box from his pocket, her eyes widening instantly, “Yuno?”

Her breathing caught in her throat as he opened it to reveal a large diamond ring that sparkled in the dim candle lighting.

“I love you, I really love you, Gigi. I can’t wait another day, another hour, minute, second without telling you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Jaehyun swallowed and began to feel his ears heat up, Jihyun caressing them as he continued. “I love you. I love you more everyday and I’ll love you more every day after that.”

“Marry me, Jihyun,” he said gently. “Won’t you marry me, baby?”

“Of course, I want nothing more,” she smiled, pressing her lips against his, “yes, yes, I’ll marry you.”

Jaehyun beamed, a smile so bright that it lit up the dark room as he slid the ring down her finger before kissing the ring, “perfect. Just like you.”

The couple reconnect their embrace quickly, kissing the other feverishly before Jihyun pulled away first, caressing the sides of his face as she kissed the very tip of his nose.

“Come upstairs with me.”

Jaehyun swallowed and felt his heart pound in his chest. After all these years, she still made him undeniably nervous. “Is it time for my second present?”

Jihyun nodded and bit her lip to contain her smile, failing as she giggled while they stumbled up the stairs, unable to keep their hands off the other as Jihyun squealed when Jaehyun ultimately picked her up in the end, throwing her over his shoulder before throwing her on top the bed.

Jihyun was breathless with laughter, her smile wide as she pulled Jaehyun on top of her, her legs fastening around his hips as she kissed him. Jaehyun pecked her lips before he began to undo his tie, throwing the spare fabric to the side before Jihyun picked it up again.

She pulled away for a moment, just to push Jaehyun on his back as she nervously began to start her plan, “I...I have this...plan…”

“A plan?”

Jihyun burned upon Jaehyun scrutiny, her now fiance staring at her curiously as she moved the tie over his eyes, “is this okay?”

“Am I allowed to know the plan?”

Jihyun shook her head, cursing to herself when she realized he couldn’t see her, “um, no. But, just trust me. Promise me to keep it on and that you won’t look?”

“I...promise.” Jaehyun sounded just as apprehensive as she did, but otherwise supportive as Jihyun continued with her plan.

She supposed it wasn’t too late for her to remove it and tell him to tie her up instead of him, but she wanted to do this. She wanted to do something different. Jihyun swallowed harshly and set the rope to the side for later use, instead opting to kiss Jaehyun again, warming him up as she began to peel his clothes off layer by layer,

For the time being, Jaehyun didn’t mind the makeshift blindfold. It heightened his senses everytime Jihyun kissed him everywhere that wasn’t his mouth. He tried to keep his sounds contained for the most part, but once Jihyun grazed his length, it was impossible for him not to let out a small gasp. It was embarrassing but not as embarrassing as his dick twitching when Jihyun kissed his forehead.

God, he thought to himself. What is wrong with me?

“Do you trust me?” Jihyun asked in his ear, her breath leaving goosebumps on the skin surrounding. She punctuated her question with a small squeeze to his length, a groan passing his lips.

“Yes,” he said quickly. He would’ve said fuck yes, but he didn’t want to sound any more desperate than he already was.

“I kind of...want to try something, but I’m only going to do it if you’re okay with it,” she explained with kisses to his chest. “Tell me your colors, please baby?”

Jaehyun burned under the blindfold, his ears surely a violent pink as he opened his mouth, “um, green is keep going...red is stop?”

“Perfect,” she cooed, kissing his collarbone. “I’m going to add one more, okay?”

Jaehyun nodded, groaning when he felt her hands on his bare length this time, pumping him earnestly. He took shaky breaths as he felt Jihyun’s lips next to his ear again, kissing the tip of said ear before she said her next instructions, “whenever you’re about to cum, can you say pink for me, Jaehyunnie?”

Jaehyun tilted his head back, breathlessly saying, “pink.”  

Jaehyun felt himself being pulled up and a weight on his lap, Jihyun kissing him sweetly as she hugged him tightly. Jaehyun felt that she was still clothed under him, slightly pouting as he bundled up her dress in his hands so as to remove it.

“You’re so cute,” she hummed against his lips. “You’re so good for me, baby, I love you so so much.”

Jaehyun didn’t know what was going on for him to deserve this much praise, but he had no idea up until now how much he loved it. He wanted to hear more, moving his hands to her pert bottom, taking handfuls as he moved the dress up to grab handfuls of it.

“Hold on,” she kissed him quickly, pulling away despite his groan.

“Where are you going?” He whined, moving his hands towards the blindfold in attempts to remove it before he felt his hands being held by her.

“You said you would keep it on,” she whined next. Jaehyun wanted to roll his eyes, he could see her pout.

“Fine fine,” he sighed. Her hands left his own as he felt something soft being bound around his wrists, his eyes widening behind the blindfold as he realized what was going on. His dick only got harder upon realizing that she was tying him up, but that it wasn’t stopping there.

Jihyun tried her best to make sure she hid her shaky hands, cursing silently to herself when the knot wouldn’t tighten the way she wanted. It took a few tries, but she managed to tie his hands together so that they were resting behind his back.

“Are you okay?” She asked timidly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“More than okay,” he smiled. “A little...embarrassing.”

“Now you know how I felt,” she teased, kissing his Adam’s apple.

“Maybe I’ll be a little more considerate next time.”

Jihyun scoffed, “maybe?”

She took just the smallest bit of balm on her finger, taking Jaehyun’s length in her hands again and pressing the balm just slightly on the underside of his balls, watching him jolt with a smile on her face.

“Fuck!” Jaehyun groaned, his exclamations cut off by another moan as the balm sent a warm tingle throughout his length.

Lastly, before Jihyun decided to remove the blindfold, came the ties around his member. Jihyun used a softer rope for this, watching Jaehyun squirm as she wrapped the rope around the underside before tying it off. She admired the color of it before she continued, her fingers just barely dipping into the tip.

“This isn’t fair,” he pouted, wriggling against his restraints. “I want to see you, I need to see you, baby.”

“Be patient, Yuno,” she cooed, pushing the straps of her dress down her shoulders and kicking it to the side of the chair. She began to open the vibrator in her hands, already having the app downloaded in advance before she quickly calibrated it.

Jihyun slowly inserted the vibrator inside of her, sighing quietly as she turned it on to a slight hum, just barely against her g spot before she moved over to Jaehyun again to remove his blindfold.

Jaehyun blinked at the sudden light and swallowed upon seeing her pale pink set, Jihyun showcasing the lingerie as his dick twitched again in it’s restraints, “oh my god.”

“Am I pretty?” She asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“Pretty is an understatement...a severe one.”

Jaehyun’s eyes wander down to the sound of a small buzzing, blinking as Jihyun sat in front of him, moving her underwear on the side to reveal the vibrator inside of her, buzzing gently on the command from her phone.

“What’s…?”

“I went to go see Hera, and she told me to get this cute little vibrator, apparently I can control it with an app…” Jihyun opened the said app, raising the intensity slightly and gasping. “I’d let you control it but...you don’t have any free hands.”

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes, “you’re evil. A demon.”

Jihyun laughed as she peeled off her underwear to give him a clear view, the intensity on the tiny pill getting higher as her finger slipped. She moaned out, her toes curling as she quickly turned it down, catching her breath as she watched Jaehyun all but drool.

“Untie me,” he ordered. Jihyun grinned and shook her head.

“No.”

“I think you should untie me.”

“I think,” Jihyun moved towards the head of his length, taking the tip in between her lips to give it a wet kiss, “you’re talking too much.”

Jaehyun was just beginning to feel the implications of the bondage on his member as Jihyun passed her lips past the tip of his length and inching towards the end, moaning loudly as the vibrations from her mouth sent shivers down his spine. He groaned and cursed without remorse, his hips thrusting into her mouth as she pressed him down, pulling away with a wet pop and she clicked her tongue.

“I hope you’re not forgetting your colors, baby,” she patronized, pressing wet kisses to his taut balls.

“Fuck you,” he groaned. Jihyun grinned and took his cock in her mouth in one fell swoop, gagging slightly as her throat tightened around his length, Jaehyun’s head thrown back as he swore. “Fuck, Jihyun, baby--”

“Am I doing good?”

“So good, so fucking good--” He frowned when she pulled away, watching her face constrict before he realized the vibrator was at it’s highest setting again. Jihyun sat up and on his lap, her hands resting on his stomach as she rubbed herself against his thigh, leaving a small wet spot as she clawed at the skin.

“Fuck, Jaehyun, holy shit--”

Jaehyun flexed his thigh and watched her rub against him with a sly smirk, Jihyun falling against his chest as she finally orgasmed, breathing heavily as the toy continued to hum inside of her. Jaehyun’s eyes fixated on her phone that was just in perfect reach of his foot, taking advantage of his fiancee taking a breather to use his free appendage to set the vibrator on it’s highest level again, watching Jihyun gasp as she again grabbed his waist.

“What are you--?!” Jihyun reached for the phone but jumped when Jaehyun kicked it nearly across the room, ready to release an indignant reaction before he trapped her in between his legs, another violent orgasm on it’s way as she was being overstimulated.

“Get off!” She begged, her hands clawing at his legs as her oversensitivity spiked. “Jaehyun, I can’t--I can’t--”

Jihyun whimpered and cried, sniveling against his stomach as she came again, her toes curling as Jaehyun finally released his hold on her, a grin on his lips as Jihyun glared at the man in front of her. She pulled the vibrator out from inside of her, whimpering slightly.

“Sorry,” he smiled.

Jihyun ignored him as she searched for the tie again, silently fuming as she searched far and wide. Jaehyun pouted and nudged her with his knee, “I said I was sorry.”

“Shut up.”

Jaehyun pressed his lips together and he followed his orders, pouting again when he was embraced by darkness once again, the tie being wrapped around his eyes. He felt her hover over him again, his upper teeth meeting his bottom lip.

“Gigi--”

Jihyun held his jaw closed, her lips ghosting over his lips once more, “what part of shut the fuck up don’t you understand?”

Jaehyun swallowed. If he wasn’t hard before he definitely was now.

“I try and do something nice,” she started, her hand trailing from his jaw down to his neck before it reached behind her to grab his cock. “And yet, you always find a way to make it about yourself.”

“But--”

“Stop,” she ordered. “You don’t get to say anything, okay, baby? All you get to say are your three colors, do you understand?”

Jaehyun nodded.

“What’s your color now, Yuno?”

“Green.” The brightest green. The loudest green, whatever green will make her touch him somehow.

“You like this, don’t you?” He heard her say, “you like showing everyone you’re in charge, that you’re in control...but you like being ordered just as much as the next man.”

“I guess it helps that you’re mine,” she breathed, kissing him sweetly, “and that I have you wrapped around my finger.”

Jaehyun wouldn’t argue that. He wouldn’t be in this situation if it were false.

“You belong to me,” she reminded, taking the length in her hand and gently running her hand up and down. “Right, baby?”

Jaehyun opened his mouth to reply, but quickly closed it in turn to nod instead. He could hear her smile.

“Good boy, good Jaehyunnie,” Jihyun cooed. “Do you want me to fuck me, honey?”

Jaehyun nodded again, his cock painfully hard and pulsating in Jihyun’s hands as she squeezed it.

“Do you think you deserve it though?” She asked carefully, snatching her hand away from him as she completely removed herself from him. Jaehyun groaned, his hips lifting from the bed as he tried to search for her desperately. Suddenly, he heard a familiar humming, but before he could pin the noise, it was being pressed against the underside of his balls.

“Fuck, Jihyun!”  

“Shh, Jaehyun. What did I say?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he moaned, his hips lifting off the bed again. “Pink, fuck, pink!”

Jihyun removed the toy from his length at the very last minute. Jaehyun took shaky deep breaths as she caressed his thighs with the toy, watching Jaehyun twitch anytime the vibrator came in close contact to his cock.

“You never answered my question, Jaehyun,” Jihyun hummed, lowering the intensity before pressing it to the tip of his cock, just barely humming against skin but enough to make the man under her writhe. “Do you think you deserve my pussy, baby?”

Jaehyun nodded fervently. Please please please, he begged internally.

“Sit up.”

He did as he was told, sitting up against the headboard as he felt something wet on his length again, presumably her mouth judging by the way it closed and the way her humming made him moan.

“I’m still thinking about it,” she said, pressing kisses into the hot skin. “I’m so wet, no thanks to you, I swear to God I thought I would squirt if you left the vibrator on any longer. Good thing you didn’t.”

Goddammit, Jaehyun thought to himself.

“But,” Jihyun caressed his cheeks as she once again, removed the blindfold from his face. What met her were blown out pupils, watching her own with wonder, with anticipation, and the most notably love, absolute, head spinning, foolish love. Jaehyun was smitten with the woman above him and there was nothing he could do about it.

Jihyun sighed, “but...I guess I can be a little forgiving.”

Jaehyun smiled widely, still not allowed to speak as he pressed his lips against her wrist, a small gesture of gratitude.

Jihyun leaned in to press her lips against his for what felt like the upteenth time, reaching behind her once again to press his length into her expectant folds, Jaehyun pulled away to moan loudly, his eyes tightened as he tilted his head back. Jihyun started slowly, her hips barely moving against his but breathing quite heavily, their lips connecting every so often for quick pecks as Jihyun gradually picked up the pace.

Jaehyun nudged his head against the bra that was barely on her anymore, using his teeth to signal for her to take it off before Jihyun got the message, a smile on her face as she reached behind her to play with the clasp, removing it and tossing it to the side before holding her fiance’s face close to her chest. Jaehyun took it as a sign to do what he wished then, biting and sucking anywhere he could reach before he took a nipple in between his lips, looking up at Jihyun who mewled at the touch.

Jaehyun wouldn’t last any longer like this, but he wanted to keep going, he didn’t want to dream about pulling away but once his orgasm loomed dangerously over his head, he pulled away from Jihyun’s breast to kiss her sternum.

“Pink,” he breathed, shuddering as Jihyun continued to move her hips against his. Jaehyun moaned loudly, “pink, pink, pink--”

“Oh!” She quickly realized, pulling out and watching Jaehyun writhe under her, groaning loudly as he huffed in response, his head spinning.

“Are you okay?” Jihyun asked quietly, a small sign of tenderness and a dash of regret as she watched him in concern. Jaehyun smiled weakly, nodding with a kiss to her shoulder.

“Green,” he replied, welcoming Jihyun’s kiss as he felt his cock press against her pussy once more, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt Jihyun follow the rhythm once more.

Again, Jaehyun would chant out pink until Jihyun pulled away, watching him squirm for a few minutes until she would ride him again and again.

Around the forth time of edging him, Jihyun switched the position slightly so that she was facing away from him, giving him a clear view of her back as she started with an aggressive speed this time, her hips working to send him over the edge as he chanted out his color again. He had little regard for these rules this time as he realized Jihyun did too, chanting out her name and praises as she continued to slam her hips against his.

“Fuck Gigi,” he gasped, his hips meeting hers with his own thrust, “Jihyun, baby, I’m going to cum--fuck, oh baby, baby, baby--”

Jihyun pulled away but it seemed it would be far too late as Jaehyun came with a flash of white, his moans and curses falling from his lips like prayer as Jihyun was the Goddess he prayed to. With a dry orgasm ruining his high, all he could do was whimper and thrash against his restraints.

“So pretty,” Jihyun praised, kissing his chest. “Dry orgasm, honey?”

Jaehyun’s face felt hot in both embarrassment and need, nodding his head dumbly as Jihyun moved to remove the restraints around his cock. He wanted to cry when he finally felt the rope off of his length, and he thinks he might’ve, considering the space around the corner of his eyes was slightly damp.

“I love you,” he mumbled, still feeling stupid from his orgasm as his head tilted around, “I love you, please let me touch you.”

Jihyun snorted, “turn around.”

Jaehyun did as he was told, feeling something cold against his skin that he recognized as scissors cutting at the rope. Jihyun saved his hands for last, tossing the scissors to the side as she rubbed the rope marks on his wrists before kissing them gently.

“Are you okay, Yuno?” She asked softly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes after Jaehyun pulled her in for an embrace, holding her tightly against his chest.

“More than okay,” he reassured, “you’re amazing.”

Jihyun smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist as it was his turn to hover over her this time. She watched him expectantly, a smile wide on her face as he took his time to caress every square inch of her body, every mole and freckle.

“My turn?” He asked carefully, watching her reaction through his lashes.

Jihyun smiled and nodded, “your turn, baby. All yours.”

The rest of the night was spent with Jaehyun’s great attention to detail, making sure to press kiss to every inch of Jihyun’s body with his hand trailing over it not too long after it. She felt dizzy from the attention and the love, eventually pulling Jaehyun in for a kiss as they spent it in close proximity. Even if their lips weren’t connected, they were always trailing over the other, sweet breath fanning in the other’s face as smiles and quiet laughter was shared.

Even at the end of the night and into the early morning, Jaehyun refused to remove himself from her, opting to fall exhausted in her chest with a sigh, his eyes fluttering closed upon feeling her fingers carting through his thick hair, a small smile on his lips upon feeling the engagement ring just slightly brush against his scalp. He could die here, and he wouldn’t have any complaints.

Despite how tired the two were, neither of them seemed to be falling asleep. Although Jaehyun’s eyes were closed, he remained awake as he opened his eyes every so often to make idle chit chat with his now fiancee, who seemed just as restless as him.

Just as the sky was beginning to lighten, Jihyun offered to wash up quickly, causing Jaehyun to frown at the suggestion but following close by anyway, realizing that he didn’t like being as sticky as he felt and falling into the tub with Jihyun. It wasn’t until he was submerged under the hot water that he realized how sleepy he was, struggling to keep his eyes open as Jihyun mumbled musings pressed against his chest. It was only worse when she shampooed his hair, dozing off completely. He remembered hearing Jihyun snort but he didn’t hear anything else until he woke up again, already wrapped in a towel as she tugged at him from outside the bathtub.

“C’mon,” she smiled, offering him a towel. “Unless you want to sleep with the tub instead of your fiancee.”

Jaehyun couldn’t help but to smile back, the word sending his heart into hysterics as he took her hand. It seemed that the sheets were also changed while he was asleep, the fitted sheets thrown over the corners haphazardly as they fell into the bed. Jaehyun almost instantly curled into her, causing her to laugh as she kissed the crown of his head.

“You’re so clingy,” she giggled as Jaehyun threw his leg over her waist. “Why are you so obsessed with me?”

“Because you’re perfect,” he muttered, more asleep than awake. He heard Jihyun say something else before he fell asleep but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He assumed it was a declaration of love but before he could tell her back, he fell asleep, not a single dream to be had.

The next morning the couple washed dishes next to each other, chatting about their plans for the day before Jihyun excused herself to get ready for work, drying her hands on the nearest towel before reaching for her ring. Jaehyun watched her with a smile as she slipped it on her finger. She noticed the attention and laughed, pinching his cheek.

“What?”

“I just think it’s pretty,” Jaehyun gushed, taking her hand and kissing her ring finger. “Are you going to wear it to work?”

“I’ll wear it to work, but I’m not allowed to keep it on while I’m in the kitchen.”

Jaehyun frowned, “but you’re the boss. You can make up rules.”

Jihyun laughed, “they aren’t rules, they’re food safety regulations. What if my diamond falls in someone’s food?”

“Then I’ll buy you another one.”

Jihyun rolled her eyes, “how about this? If you’re so keen on showing me off, we’ll go out this weekend? Then you can show me off all you want.”

“Sounds like a date,” Jaehyun beamed, kissing her forehead. “We should also probably tell your dad.”

Jihyun snorted, wrapping her arms around his neck, “did you not give him a warning?”

Jaehyun smiled sheepishly, answering Jihyun’s question without another word.

“You’re a brave man, Jung Jaehyun. I’d hate to become a widow before I’d ever get married.”

“I was going to wait but...it was the heat of the moment.”

Jihyun laughed and rolled her eyes before giving her fiance a kiss, “you’re so corny.”

[btswishes]

I will adopt you.

Monsta X (Shownu) hybrid au

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 / Part8 /…

A/N:  I know a lot of you like these series and I am taking too long with them. I am sorry, I just have to juggle university and this. I am still getting used to my program ,but I will try my best to find time to work on stories as well. For now texts and Shownu/Wonho scenarios will be my main. Sorry for any mistakes made and I hope you like this.  

Word count: 2,909

Warnings: I mean ,just normal 21 century teen cussing

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(I suggest you to listen to THIS as you read the chapter, thank you and enjoy)

  It had been already a full day since Shownu left in a hurry. You were beginning to get worried with each passing hour. The same way the sun rose, it started to set, without the familiar body frame walking around the house, or casting the usual shadow over you ,as you focused on your work. No matter how much you wanted to finish what you had planned for the day, it just wasn’t going to happen. Your mind was occupied by the empty feeling in the house and inside your heart.

  Your thoughts were drifting from darker to darker places, as you bit down on your finger nervously. “Where is he?” you fumbled around the pen in between your fingers. “Should I look for him?” a swift motion of your feet took you to the window again. It was the 15th time in the passed hour that you were staring outside, hoping he would come back home any minute. The previous night you left the window open just in case he returned, but in the morning to your disbelieve the bed was cold and empty. 

  4pm came and went, then 5 rolled up , 6 followed fast and 7 didn’t want to be left behind by its siblings, so it greeted you soon enough on the lit up phone screen. You were restless, tired and scared. He was strong, no doubt in that but somehow you kept forgetting that about him. Even if he was a hybrid or werewolf, to you he was just a confused tall ball of fluff that should have staid home. What if he is in danger! What if he is hurt.....what....what if he never comes home. The thought of him leaving was the last drop in the glass. It didn’t spill, on the contrary, it broke into millions of pieces representing all the different scary ideas you had.

  Putting on as many warm clothes as you could, you armed yourself with motivation to search for him, even if it meant days or unbelievable distances. The doorknob didn’t turn in your hand, as you remembered the howling winds. He left almost naked, I need to get him something! In a old backpack you hadn’t used in a long time , you put some of his clothes. Ready for a hunt, you ran out the apartment and into the cold winter storm. The moon was once more looking at you gently, trying to illuminate the path to your man.

  The streets were surprisingly full taking into consideration the temperature and the over all wind speed. You were walking fast and fierce through the piled up snow, blocking the wind with your arm in front of your face. It was all or nothing. 

8:30 pm waved at you from the city clock and you still weren’t successful in your search, not to mention nowhere near to that. Where could he have gone!? I looked everywhere! But you actually hadn’t. Your feet could take you only so far. He traveled with the speed of an unhuman animal and you walking like a baby compared to him. He could be in the Maldives at this point. Your body hit the wall of an alleyway, while you were hiding from the storm. The sound of the wind was muffling your deep breaths and blowing away the mist coming from in between your lips. You began to tremble, was it the cold or your aching heart? I am such an idiot! you felt the soft material of your mittens covering your eyes, as tears started to form and cool down your face. Why did I have to react like THAT! I should have just stayed calm and...and not done that. The feelings were strong and bubbling out of you. Your hands pulled away from your wet and red face and wrapped around yourself. What wouldn’t I give to hug him, to have him hug me right now. To say how sorry I am for making him misunderstand the whole thing. Your foot hit the ground aggressively a couple of times imitating a childish tantrum.

 Your behavior didn’t mirror your outside manners at all. You were an independent woman in all areas of your life. You wanted to feel safe, so you worked to have enough money to achieve that. Here you were though, alone in a dirty and dark alleyway, crying your eyes out begging to be treated like a child. Being strong takes you only that far. He was stronger, bigger and scarier than you, but the feeling of comfort and safety you felt being in his arms. Like a blanket that covered you, hiding your innocents, letting you be as childlike as you wanted without being judged, called weak or even treated as pray by other men.

  Your head hit the brick wall behind you, as you aggressively exhaled that air trapped in your throat by the waterfall of tears. A shiver went down your body as you tried to pull yourself and your emotions together. Usually it wasn’t something too difficult for you, but right now, in this very moment it was proving to be a challenge. Where are you! like a spell the words summoned the tears again, stronger than before. .....please..... the mittens were soaking up the emotions off your skin as best as they could. Your skin was red from all the rubbing. Everything was a big blurr in front of your eyes and inside. A mess simply said, waves of calmness and then sudden uproar or crying and begging. Had you ever been in such a state before, not to mention for a men you have known for not that long. I will be better I promise! We will go out more and and I will make you whatever you wanted to eat! Yes! And and....just come home pleaseeee, I need you. There was no amount of hitting or screaming that would change this.

  You were tired, no more tears just the trails left by them on your skin. Yet even they were cooling off like your heart and drying up by the cold wind finding its way in the tight alleyway. Calm and controlled, your heart beat followed your breathing ,while you were looking around the dirt and rocks around you on the ground. This stage was emptiness, no feeling, no care, just existence. I don’t want this to be true, I don’t want to accept that this isn’t going to change. I can...if i try harder. a hit of energy jolted you in a matter of seconds, maybe hope or denial Yes! If-if I try harder I can do this! hard work payed off for you so far many times, why not now?Yet your jaw clenched and your lip began trembling again NO! I am strong, hey! your hands slapped the irritated skin on your face I got myself from nothing to something! I just have to be strong, for both of us! Even!...even if he doesn’t want me anymore. Once more your emotions were somewhat under control. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath ,when it hitched, taking in a few gasps before it stops in your lungs, filling them only half way. As your body took in the cold oxygen, your cheek warmed up with a sliding motion towards your ear.

“You don’t have to be strong always.” even with closed eyes you knew, you felt it in your soul. Your arms trembled towards his and you grasped it firmly, tears streaming down again and again. “Why are you crying?” one hand turned into two as he cupped your cheeks 

“I- I am not, I am too strong for that!” you tired to prove an unexisting point 

“No you are not, you are acting. You have been hurt one too many times and now this is just a character you created to fool yourself and others. I can feel it.” his face came closer to yours till you felt his lips leaving a few butterfly kisses under and onto your eyes, cleaning the tears “Look at me.”

“No no!” you shook your head aggressively to the point where he had to keep you still “If-if I do that you will disappear. You have to be a figment of my imagination, there is no other way you co-” your lips and cheeks squished back as he pushed his face into yours. Lips onto lips, molding into strange, soft shapes that oddly fit together like an infinite puzzle. As slow and gentle as he could, he pulled away letting the warm vapor of his breath mix in with yours.

“Be vulnerable around me, stop pretending to be strong even in situations where you are breaking. Let me be your shield. If you don’t want people to see you crying, grab onto me, hide in my chest. I promise you, I will always wrap my arms around you and keep you safe.” his words turned into reality as he pulled you in. The hug was strong, but it covered you up away from the world. In a matter of seconds the mask on your soul began to crack, the harder and the closer you got to him, the bigger the cracks got till it...broke. Your brows frowned and your fingers clawed at his clothes, your face buried into his chest as your screams filled the alley.

“It’s ok, let it all out.” unknown time passed before you pulled back to look at him. It was Shownu, it was your Nunu. His thumb wiped under your left eye closing it for a second. “See? I am still here. I didn’t disappear.”  

“How did you know?! How did you know I was here.” 

“I know silly.” his usually stoic face lifted the corners of his lips up towards the moon into a gentle and comforting smile, before he lead forward and placed his forehead onto yours. Closing his eyes, he didn’t speak only his thoughts could be heard. I will always know where you are, I will always hear you through your thoughts. When you call me, wherever it is I promise to come to you. I will pay the price of hurting you with loyalty that i will take with me even beyond the grave. Shownu’s eyes fell onto the slight cut on top of your lip. 

“Can we go home?” your voice was still showing signs of the emotional rollercoaster you went through 

“Yes, we can.” Shownu looked around, hooking his arms under your body picking you up gently, as if trying not to hurt you. “Let’s go.” it felt like the air around you threw you up in the air. Flying, yes that was the right word to use in this situation. You were gripping onto him, when his hand pulled away from your head and he let go. You panicked, so high up and not being held by the only thing keeping you alive.

“DON’T PANIC! I GOT YOU!” he yelled out with a soft and calm voice underneath you, reassuring you to trust him “OPEN YOUR EYES!” 

 Your body stopped midair for more than enough time for you to come face to face with the shining moon. Like a pearl in the sky. It was reflecting in your eyes, turning your irises into silver crystals. You couldn’t say anything, but it felt like the light itself was whispering to you. Reaching out towards it, you began falling down. The night had hypnotized you to a point where you had forgotten the sheer height you were at. Shownu caught you just on time, intertwining his fingers with those on your extended hand.

 “Do you regret trusting me on this one?” he asked softly with a hint of accomplishment hidden between his words, yet you kept staring at the moon

“No...” it came out gentle, like a whisper from between your lips. You couldn’t stop your gaze from following the body in the sky. Shownu’s hand carefully pulled your head into his chest, to cover you from the harsh cold wind nibbling at your skin. 

“Shownu I can’t see anything. “ you struggled to look anywhere but his body

“I can take you on a night time run when summer and spring come around, it’s too cold now.” you pouted under your nose so verbally that he felt it. Letting a sigh out, he repositioned you on impact as he jumped off a near by rooftop “Look around then.” 

“Oh wow...” your voice had become breathy as you did what he suggested. The speed at which he was moving made the snow beneath you look like thousands of diamonds glistening in the moonlight. One could almost identify them as a huge sea of stars or white sand, giving the over all chilly winter a warm summery energy. Shownu was big and keeping you very warm, making you forget all out the biting storm that was howling over the walking people. At this height it felt more like a song of a seasonal fairy, telling her goodnight story to all the sleeping under the snow plants, covered by the the blanket of the sky.

 One could easily see what most old school authors saw in this cold times, like living in a book from times past. The night began so rough, but ended so warm and comforting. You gaze shifted from the astonishing land to the man gifting you all these new memories. His strong neck, grabbing onto his firm and sharp jawline, as his eyes shined in a deep rich golden color and tensing under you with each long jump. It felt like he brought with himself not only love and safety but also the gift of flight and a whole new world.

  The window of your apartment shined in your eyes “Shownu, I closed the window.” he looked down at you, changing the strategy in his head to that of a normal human. He landed behind the building so no one would see or notice you guys coming from literally the sky. Putting you down gently, you fixed your clothes and tried to find your footing in the deep snow. Instinctively you reached out and grabbed onto him.

“You finally leaned onto me.”

“What?” looking up you saw the shadow oh his face and moon forming a halo above him 

“Till now you tried to find your way through the snow on your own, falling and getting up. This is the first time you reached out to me for help.”

 Your eyes were met with a smile, but you didn’t know how to react as this was something you weren’t used to.“Let’s go inside, it’s cold.” he smirked at your sudden panicked answer, but took it as a small victory.

Rustling through your bag you pulled out the keys and were lucky enough to find the elevator already on the 1st floor. In a hurry you got in, rubbing your arms up and down to warm them. 

“Are you feeling cold?” once Shownu let go of you, you remembered how cold it actually was

“Aren’t you freezing?” you looked him up and down “You are dressed so lightly, come to think of it ,how do you have clothes on?!”

“I took some with me, can’t go running around naked in my human form.” well it did make sense, but now the backpack you had on served no purpose “You are shivering.” 

“I am fine.” the boy was like a damn radiator even without all the fur covering his nonhuman form 

“No you are not.” he leaned down nuzzling into your neck, making you step back till your body hit the wall of the elevator “You are freezing.”

“S-shownu w-what are you doing?!” you gasped at the warm skin of his, sucking away the cold in the area of your neck. His hands pushed against the wall, trapping you between himself.

“I am checking if you are cold since you keep lying to me about it.” his nose was rubbing against you, sending all kinds of sensations down your spine and body

  The elevator came to a stop at your floor, but the doors revealed our lovely nosey neighbor and her obsession with Shownu.

“Oh my hahaha.” she gasped and started laughing, as he she hid her eyes behind her spread fingers. She didn’t want to miss any juicy details to tell her husband and family about later “Oh you young kids these days! So wild.”

“It’s not what it looks like!” you panicked even though you yourself didn’t know what it was. Shownu looked at the neighbor innocently as you grabbed him and pulled his large frame out of the elevator. As the woman stepped in, she slapped his shoulder gently, giggling “ Be more direct boy, she doesn’t seem to notice you making a move on her. Go get her tiger.” the doors closed and the ding sound send her upstairs to her meeting with the other middle aged wives of the building. We all know what todays topic will be.

“Come in.” you were holding the door to your apartment open. “Don’t just stay there.” Shownu ran up to you and stepped inside. “Welcome home.” you said taking all your thick clothes off and throwing them on the couch. 

  He staid still for a moment before he said “I am...home.” his hand slid behind him as it closed the door, not even taking his eyes off you, lovingly.

[mmminyawngi]

“You’re fugly but can’t you please stay?”

Yoongi drabble

Rating: Fluff, Smutt

Word Count: 1.4k

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You are happily standing in front of the mirror, observing your dress & make up for any kinds of imperfections. You are wearing this black tube dress which perfectly fits your upper body but flows all the way down above your knees, making it look a balloon-like—emphasizing your white, long, & creamy legs.

 “Jagi? what do you think?” you asked, both hands at your hips. You turned sideways a little to look at your figure and after being satisfied, you bent down to grab your heels.

 Yoongi’s on his usual sleeping position—the fetus position, wherein one hand in between his thighs and the other is supporting his side head. He’s looking at you while you wear those killer heels (that makes your legs long and sexy) with you facing him and one hand on the wall for support. He finds it irritating that by you doing the act exposes your cleavage in which he doesn’t intend to share such image, but of course.. he won’t tell you that because he’s not just that ‘kind of guy’.

 Yoongi actually thinks he’s one of the luckiest asshole in the whole world for being loved by you as he stares—which of course, he won’t tell you again since he needs to die first. He even sometimes ask himself what did he do to deserve you? You’re so kind, pretty, good in bed, and a whole lot of smart mouth. In fact, he thinks you’re too pure of him.

 “You look fugly.” he said motionless. There. There he goes again. What he really meant to say was “You look fucking pretty”, but it seems his brain and mouth has no coordination for spitting such words. This is exactly what he tells himself, that you’re too pure to be rude to, or too pretty to be not complemented.

 You rolled your eyes & sighed. Choosing to ignore his remarks that you already grown into, you walked into the cabinet to wear your jewelries.

 The times Yoongi complemented you are only counted. It only happens when you’re not in the mood to receive his “punch lines” aka insults. You’ll be so salty about it that you won’t talk to him, so he’ll end up consoling you by literally picking you up and making you sit on his lap & him telling u how you fucking mean to him, that you are his whole world and couldn’t imagine being with someone else than you, and that he’s not just “that” vocal about his feelings but he swears to God, he may not be sure of a lot of things but he is about you.

 “Really? My boy friends wouldn’t think of that way, I guess.” you said as you both stare at each other through the reflection. After putting your last earring, you turned to face him, still seated in front of the cabinet.

 “Do you think I should ask them?” you hold back your laughter as you saw how Yoongi squinted his eyes even smaller. Oops, it seems that the cat’s getting annoyed already.

 You have this date with your college friends (who are not all girls) & Yoongi is just jealous because you’ll be able to show skin without him around and spent his “free time” with others than him—which of course he won’t tell you.

 “Seriously tho, i think that dress doesn’t fit you.”

 “I also think it’ll be better if you don’t have any make up on.”

 “And look at those heels, they don’t make your legs look long and sexy. You’ll just hurt yourself.”

 Another thing you observed about Yoongi is that, this is one of his mechanism when he’s in the verge of losing hope in winning. He’ll try to change your mind about every idea he opposes you to do or decides.

 But truthfully, Yoongi wants to smash himself in the wall for saying things he did not mean just for you to stay. No matter what you wear, with make up or not, you still look so fucking beautiful—beautiful-er without anything on at all, he thought—as to why he wants you to stay home, making up all these LIES in order for you to stay—for him to see how more beautiful you even be.

 “Yoongi, I don’t have any more time to change, okay? I’ll go now.” It is clear to him that you won’t take his bs right now.

 That’s it, he gives up. He’ll swallow his pride. He’ll probably regret this later in the future, if you’ll tease him about it—that he literally beg for you to stay but heck, he’ll do anything to make you stay. His work is so hectic that he can’t give you time anymore & this is one of his “free time”, he can’t afford it if you’ll spend his break time with your friends. Call him selfish or whatever, he’ll do anything to make you stay.

 You’re standing in front of the cabinet readying to wear your coat, back on him, and is ready to leave when a pair of white warm arms encircled your waist, matched with a head who just rested in your shoulders kissing your exposed neck.

 “Jagi, you’re so fucking pretty, you know that, right?” Yoongi whispered in your ear which caused shiver in your back neck.

 He continued kissing your neck. “And so smart,” he kissed again, this time higher than the past two. “that I can’t trick you into staying” he kissed for neck again, higher than before.

 “And so sexy,” you smirked, wanted to laugh even but then the way he hovers you is so intimidating that made your heart beat faster than normal.

 “That is why I needed you to stay so we could take care of this” He then pulled your waist even more closer to him, your eyes bulging as you can feel his junior having his own flag ceremony in the middle of the night. ‘I did not even do anything!’ you thought.

 You faced Yoongi abruptly causing him to break his hug from you. This man right here is the love of your life, but then sometimes he needs to learn his lesson. You’re making him spoiled.

 You grabbed a handful of the hem of his shirt causing him to raise his left eyebrow and smirked, thinking that you already made up your mind. but no, you had better ideas. You pulled his shirt down—guiding him to bend down for you too—as you grab him by the nape and kissed him softly.

 It started with a soft kiss at first, all vanilla, no tongue. His one hand grabbed you by the waist and his other is at your ass, squishing. Causing you to gasp, and Yoongi being the opportunity-taker that he is, slide his tongue inside. You moaned because of this pleasure.

 You grab the hem of his shirt upward, signaling him to get rid of it—in which, he happily obliged. He then grabbed you by the both of you thighs and made you climb up into him, pressing you in the cabinet.

 You both kissed passionately yet impatient. You thought that you kissed him uncountable times already yet he always manages to send you to galaxy whenever he does. It is the galaxy, because it is what you see whenever you close your eyes as his lips take yours. You can see the stars, the sun, the moon, clearly because to you.. he is them. He is your sun, your moon, and all of your stars.

 The sound of Yoongi trying to unbuckle his belt with one hand is the one that made you come back to reality, the other hand remains supporting you. As much as you enjoy this pleasure with him right now, he sometimes need to learn not to mess with you, and that not his decisions are always the one to follow.

 Yoongi traveled his kisses from your lips down to your neck, down to your collar bone. That’s it. You opened your eyes again and managed to see Yoongi was able to put down his pants already.

 “J-jagi, your pants...” you moaned as he kissed your upper cleavage.

 “Yeah? You wanna do that part?” he continued.

 “N-no.” You pushed him gently for you to go down. He had this bizarre expression on his face for this is the first time you said no.

 “No more undressing will be happening because I’ll go now.” You said, almost laughing and heading quickly to the door.

 “Ya!!” he tried to catch your arm but you’re quick to move.

 Luckily, you were out of the room before you weren’t able to attend your “date” ever. You went down the stairs, still laughing.

 “Wait till you get back, y/n!!” You heard your husband’s shout even if you’re at the ground floor of your house. ‘Seems like I need to get back early’, you thought.

[blondiedae]

absolutes.

notes: me, greatly inspired by the dear happiness photos from 2015. me, writes this. 3,741 words. [m]. baekhyun/oc.

a b s o l u t e s.

“Tell me a secret.”

The early morning sunlight came through the window, bringing a glow to everything it touched. You lay on your stomach, facing the foot of your bed, fingers dragging along the white frames of your ever-growing collection of polaroid photographs taken since the trip began. The smiles from the photographs were echoed on your own face, stretching your lips and wrinkling your nose, just slightly. Glancing upwards, your smile grew at the sight of Sehun leaning against the frame of the sliding door, “Tell you a secret?”

You shook your head, those stubborn curls of yours that refused to be tied back into a ponytail tickled your cheeks. Sehun grinned, stepping further into the room designated yours nearly three weeks ago. He plopped onto the bed, disrupting the perfect display of photos, you only sighed, “Yes. Tell me a secret, Goldie.”

“You know all my secrets, Hun.” Carefully, you collected the photographs and refused to look at how smug Sehun looked when you said, “You’re my best friend. I don’t know how after twelve years you think we still have secrets.”

Sehun was basking in the sunlight, paying little attention to what you'd been saying. He had it secured in his mind that the “tell me a secret” approach he’d adopted when you were twelve was infallible, in terms of a conversation starter. He rolled onto his back and tucked his hands behind his head for support, eyes closed and expression completely calm when he reasoned, “Well, make one up.”

“How is it you have a solution for everything?”

“I’m clever.” He tapped the side of his head. You waited a moment, marveling at the modesty of Oh Sehun and trying to come up with an entertaining but believable secret. With an exaggerated huff, Sehun made it clear you were quiet for too long, “Do you think you’ll still be calling me your best friend when we get married one day, Goldie?”

“Do you think you’ll still be calling me Goldie?”

He looked at you, content and smug, as he always was, “You’ll always be My Goldie.”

“I have a secret.” You were good at ignoring him, having plenty of time to practice, “We’re never getting married.”

Sehun mocked, “We’re never getting married.”

You laughed, sitting up to put the photographs in the pouch tucked in your suitcase. You stretched upward, lacing your fingers and imagining yourself reaching for the sun, “Is everyone ready?”

For the last two and a half weeks, you had been tucked away in the mountains, living in a hanok owned by Sehun’s parents with seven of your friends. For the last weekend, the group had decided to take a road trip to the beach, for a day. The cars had been packed the night before, the only obstacle was gathering everyone together. You assumed that’s why Sehun had come to get you. He rolled onto his stomach, a pout already on his lips so you knew what he was about to suggest, “Do we have to go to the beach?”

Looking at him, you head cocked to the side and secured your lip between your teeth, “If you can give me three good reasons why we shouldn’t go, you and I can stay back, and the others can take my car.”

“Sand is annoying. Lots of people.” Sehun trailed off, clearly deep in his own thoughts trying to think of the third reason. Just as he had his own move, his “tell me a secret” line, you had yours. For some reason, Sehun consistently struggled to think of three reasons for or against almost anything. Even on the off chance he’d been successful, you would shoot him down like he hadn’t. Sehun hated that. But, in your defense, he almost always enjoyed whatever he was rejecting. He sighed, burying his face into the duvet, “Fine. Let’s go.”

 “Fine.” You echoed, grabbing your camera in its case and slinging it to drape across your body, “Let’s go.”

Everyone else was gathered by the cars, Chanyeol was hanging out of the passenger side of your car, arms folded on the roof and laughing boisterously at something Baekhyun had said. Junmyeon and Jongdae were already in the back seat with Moon, Goldie’s best friend. Sehun would never let you say that in front of him, insisting with overwhelming jealousy and an unshakable pout that you could only have one best friend and it was him. Eiko and Jongin walked through the doors of the kitchen, Eiko sliding the doors closed behind her and met the rest of the group by the cars.

Chanyeol patted the roof of your car with a settled nod and called out, “Alright, time to go.”

“Hit my car again, Park Chanyeol, and I’ll hit you with it.” You warned.

The playful smile didn’t go unnoticed, but Chanyeol raised his hands in surrender and hopped down from his perch. Junmyeon tipped his wrist towards himself, checking the time and insisting from his buckled seat, “We should actually get going.”

There was a mumble of agreement before Jongin and Eiko made their way to Sehun’s truck - a vintage, three-seat and almost run-down truck he’d been happy to inherit from his grandfather – while Baekhyun made a show of climbing into the backseat of your compact SUV. He squished himself in between Moon and Jongdae, trying to take up as much room as he possibly could and with no regard for the others. You fastened her own seatbelt and lifted her head, started the car and they were off.

- & -

The beach was just as Sehun had described it; sand and too many people. It was the last weekend for a lot of things, it seemed; the last weekend of your vacation and the last weekend before Songjeong beach closed. Everyone was taking advantage of that.

“What was the point of wearing swim trunks if they were just going to throw each other in, fully clothed?” Moon settled onto the blanket, leaning back on her elbows next to you. She gave you a confused but content smile before focusing her attention back on the boys, splashing each other in the ocean, “Did you get any good pictures?”

Wordlessly passing a stack of pictures to Moon, you slumped forward a bit, pulling your knees up underneath your chin and wrapping your arms around yourself. The sun was setting which meant the warmth was fleeting, so close to the water. The green and navy flannel you'd slipped on was doing little to keep you warm and your clothes underneath were still damp from Baekhyun and Sehun tossing you into the water, earlier in the day. You sighed, watching the boys as Moon sorted through the pictures. Every so often she’d produce a giggle or a quiet “aw.”

Baekhyun and Junmyeon were wrestling each other, laughing loudly and flicking up sand. Your eyes glanced over to Sehun just at the edge of the water, flat on his back and letting the water come up to hit just below his chin. Chanyeol was with Jongdae, somewhere down the coast trying to learn how to surf and, as Junmyeon had said, “over exaggerating their victories.” You had no idea where Eiko and Jongin were, but that was expected. Nearly two hours ago they’d said they were going to get ice cream or shaved ice or another excuse they hadn’t agreed on to have some time alone.

“Goldie!” Baekhyun pulled your focus to him, currently being held secure by Junmyeon and struggling to break free, “Come take a picture of this!”

“I’m running out of film!” You called back, but reached for your discarded and tired camera, nonetheless.

“Goldie, pay attention to me!” Moon did an impeccable Baekhyun impression, her face scrunched up while she pinched two almost identical pictures between her fingers – one of Jongdae giving Jongin a piggyback ride, the other of Junmyeon stacked on top of Sehun’s shoulders. You had taken them earlier, “Has he made a move, yet?”

Pushing yourself into a squatting position, you wiped your sand covered hands on your legs and brushed yourself clean, “He has not.”

Moon made a face, because she didn’t need to say anything more and you both knew it. The tension between you and Baekhyun was a running joke within the group – one that you were both in on. It had been another summer of what Sehun called “half-moves”; hands brushing against each other, extended glances and smiles, sitting next to each other when there were plenty of open seats elsewhere. Every night he’d insist the two of you wash the dishes so all three half-moves could happen all at once; touching, proximity and glances.

You had both hoped this year things would change, though neither one of you said it out loud.

You got to your feet, stretching for a second before making your way towards Baekhyun and Junmyeon. Lining the shot up and holding camera close to your face, you mumbled in vain, “Hold still for a second.”

The sound of the shutter from the camera was masked by a bloodcurdling scream, somewhere further down the beach. Everyone took notice. Junmyeon releasing Baekhyun, Moon and Sehun sitting upright in a flash and you turning completely around to find the source. You barely heard Sehun ask, “What was that?”

Junmyeon answered for everyone, “I don’t know.”

You could see Jongdae and Chanyeol making their way down the coastline, jogging to meet up with the group but occasionally glancing over their shoulders. It seemed that everyone was confused by what you'd heard, everyone was trying to figure it out. The scream was followed by a general ruckus, and Moon got to her feet to point across the beach at a small but growing crowd, “Look at that.”

You couldn’t see much, the cloud of sand shrouding the crowd involved, but you could make out enough. It seemed like there was one man in the middle, swinging his arms erratically and stumbling around while others tried to subdue him. None of you had ever seen anything like it, not in person, but no one made any move to help or distance themselves from the scene. Your group of five just watched in silent awe as the crowd grew and grew, distance shouts undecipherable and all mixed into one. None of it was pleasant.

Chanyeol reached the rest of the group first, out of breath and with his eyebrows knitted together, “I think someone started a fight. Jongdae saw more than I did.”

“I think it’s time to go home.” Junmyeon didn’t need to say it twice, everyone nodded and gathered their things, barely taking their eyes off the still escalating scene, “Someone text Jongin and Eiko to meet us at the cars.”

Moon pulled out her phone with a nod, everyone else’s pinged or vibrated with the alert of a new message to the group chat. The five of you moved as a group, stepping quickly and quietly and attentively back to the cars and packing up. Jongdae had mentioned how it looked like they’d calmed the guy down, but the crowd had yet to dissipate. Jongin Eiko were leaning against Sehun’s truck, talking in hushed tones to each other. Eiko was cradling her wrist and shaking off Jongin every time he tried to pull it from her white-knuckled grasp. She took notice of the approaching group first, nodding her head in their direction so Jongin would take notice, as well.

Without being asked and met with a protest from his girlfriend, Jongin announced, “A drunk guy bit Eiko. Where’s the first aid kit?”

“I have it.” You unlocked your car and popped the trunk, passing it down the line of people until it got to Jongin. You tried to crane your neck, just as everyone else was, to see how bad she’d been bitten. The entire vibe of the beach trip had shifted. Glancing back towards the sand where the group was finally clearing with confused mumbles of their own, you nudged Sehun, “You think it was the same guy?”

He shrugged, passing back the first aid kit and watching as you mindlessly placed it in your car. He followed your gaze towards the beach, “How many rabid drunk men do you think are at the beach, today?”

“Don’t be a smart ass.” You turned to get Eiko’s attention, “You okay?”

The shortest of the three girls nodded, finally pulling her now bandaged wrist from Jongin’s hand and shrugging a bit, “I’m really okay. I just want to go home. The whole thing was weird.”

Everyone nodded. Chanyeol sat himself on the hood of Sehun’s truck and asked the question on the tip of everyone’s tongue, “What happened?”

“We were looking at some of the shops and he just stumbled out of the alley, looked at her and grabbed her wrist.” Jongin looked distraught to say the least, his hand pushing his dyed-pink hair away from his face, “I pushed him off of her and he wandered away. That’s it.”

“Who does that?” Baekhyun laughed, almost entirely out of shock and confusion, “Drunk or not, who walks around biting people?”

The group fell silent, unsure of what to say. All of you were somewhere between solemn and completely lost. Junmyeon had busied himself with packing the cars, once more. The unofficial leader of the group, he cleared his throat and announced, “All packed. Let’s head back.” Before opening the door to your car and wordlessly climbing in.

Everyone else followed.

You had made it halfway back, through the city and up the twist and turns of the hills. Everyone was silent, the only noise was the hushed music coming from the radio – a series of upbeat summer tunes that you had almost immediately turned down once you'd started the car. Something about driving with your friends, careless and free, didn’t fit the mood as it did that morning. You kept glancing in your rearview mirror, noting that Eiko had fallen asleep on Jongin’s shoulder and Sehun was driving just as rigidly as you were, only nodding his head on the off chance Jongin decided to say something. The passengers in your own car were wide awake but still silent until Chanyeol pointed ahead of you, alerting your attention back on the road just in time for you to slam on your brakes. There was a small, grey car parked in the middle of the street, still running but completely motionless.

You blinked, Sehun honked his horn behind you.

“What the hell?” You whispered, unbuckling your seatbelt and opening your car door. Sehun was already out of his truck and giving you the most exaggerated and incredulous shrug before he noticed what had happened. You mimicked his shrug, just as annoyed and stepping around your door to approach the car in front of them. You called out, “Hello?”

The sound of the passenger side door opening and Chanyeol echoing your call let you know he’d gotten out and you could see Junmyeon and Sehun approaching in your peripheral. But, you were leading the charge, stepping slowly towards the parked car. The closer you got, the more you wished you'd never stepped foot out of your car.

The windows were covered in bloody hand prints and splatters, fogged everywhere else so it was impossible to see inside. You gasped and covered your mouth, stepping backwards directly into Sehun’s chest. Instinctively, he pulled you back, arms secured around your waist.

“What the fuck?” Chanyeol was on the other side of the car, everyone else at this point had joined you, standing closer to the groups vehicles and waiting for some sort of signal or explanation. The tallest raised a fist to tap on the glass, “Hello?”

Immediately, a hand slammed against the window from the inside of the car, making everyone jump back further, shouting, stumbling, covering their eyes. Junmyeon pointing vaguely behind him, “Someone call the police.”

You could see Moon pulling out her phone, tapping away and looking frantic. Chanyeol approached the car once more, trying to see inside, but his attention was focused elsewhere. Eiko had remained in Sehun’s truck until that point, stumbling her way out and announcing timidly, “You guys, I don’t feel right.”

Jongin turned around to face her, taking in what everyone else was immediately aware of. The veins on Eiko’s arms were prominent and black in color, a stark contrast to her pale skin. She was stumbling, her eyes barely open and the bandaged on her arm had fallen loose. There was blood dripping down her wrist and you could see her fingers were covered, as well, “Eiko, what happened?”

Jongin stepped towards his girlfriend, trying to steady her and hold her upright, “Jongin?”

“I’m here, Eiko.” He glanced over his shoulder, “Can one of you come help me get her back in the truck?”

Jongdae stepped forward, taking only three steps towards the couple before he completely recoiled. Seconds had passed, only enough time for Jongin to look back at Eiko before her expression changed. Her eyes were bloodshot, locked on Jongin and her teeth were bared. Eiko lunged towards Jongin, latching onto his shoulder and wrapping her legs around him. Everyone screamed, everyone let out the same terrified scream. The banging on the car window began again, coming from three places instead of one before the glass broke and revealed the face of man wearing the same expression Eiko had, the same bloodshot eyes. He struggled against the hold of his seat belt, choking and spluttering blood everywhere. Sehun pulled you further back, pushing you towards your own car and telling you to get in.

He grabbed Jongdae and pulled him over to Jongin, trying to get Eiko to unlatch herself from him. But, Jongin had stopped fighting and lay on the gravel completely limp. Sehun couldn’t move anymore, Jongdae took hurried steps back trying to pull his younger friend with him. You watched while everyone but Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Sehun climbed back into your car, pleading for the two of you to follow. Moon was hysterical, in tears, screaming your name, but you could not and would not move until you saw Sehun do the same. He was motionless, watching in shock as Eiko gnawed at his friend’s throat. You were in a similar trance, but your eyes were flicking between that scene and your best friend much too close to it, for comfort.

“Sehun.” You called, quietly, reaching one arm out though you were too far to touch him, “Sehun, get back.”

He looked over his shoulder at you. You had known him for half your lives and you’d never seen that much fear in his deep brown eyes. You extended your reach, again, holding out your hand and silently begging him to step away from the couple. He didn’t move.

“Sehun.” You pleaded. Behind him, Eiko stood, her face covered in blood. She locked eyes on Sehun but he was looking directly at you, his gaze never faltered. You could swear he knew what was happening and you didn’t know why he wasn't moving. He had to hear the growls coming from Eiko, he had to feel her presence – you did and you were feet away from the scene. You stepped towards Sehun quickly, shouting at him to pay attention and run, “Sehun, behind you!”

Something clicked, you saw it flash in his eyes when you were mere feet from your best friend. You were so close to him, hand still reaching out and grabbing for him. You could hear footsteps behind you and next to you, the sound of your own car starting again, but it was all so faint. The most prominent noise in you head was your blood pumping and your own voice shouting, “Sehun. Sehun! Sehun! Sehun!”

You watched Eiko pounce towards Sehun, screaming at the top of your lungs. Sehun stumbled back and tried his best to fight Eiko off. You screamed and cried and tried to make you way towards Sehun, but you heard Chanyeol shout, “Get her in the car!”

Baekhyun’s arms pulled you away and around the back of the car to the passenger seat. You were still bellowing, your throat raw and your body thrashing trying to break from Baekhyun’s iron-like grip, “Don’t touch me. No! Let go, we’re not leaving him. We’re not leaving him! We’re not leaving him! Sehun!”

Baekhyun pulled you into his lap, shutting the door when he’d gotten hold of your still kicking legs. You were upright, trying to climb over Baekhyun into the backseat and out the door when you saw Sehun for the last time; scratch marks down his face, bleeding from his head, bleeding from his arms, he was still fighting Eiko and Jongin was starting to stir. You were completely frozen, not for the first time and not for the last. You couldn’t leave, not without Sehun, but you crumbled back into Baekhyun’s arms and heard him tell Chanyeol, “Go.”

Underneath your own screaming you could hear the soft sobs of Moon and felt her trying to grab at your hands and calm you down. The vehicle lurched forward just as the man in the unknown car had found his way out and into the road. Chanyeol halted only for a second before weaving around the car and clipping the man’s shoulder enough to knock him down. He was trying to remain calm, foot firmly on the gas pedal and speeding up the mountainside.

With a glance in the mirror, both Chanyeol and Baekhyun saw an unspeakable scene behind them. They glanced at each other, Baekhyun securing his grip around you even more. You couldn’t stop screaming, your voice was fading but he could feel that you were still forcing out every sound at full strength. He did whatever he could to calm you, pushing your hair away from your face and taking a moment to look around the car.

Jongdae sat behind Chanyeol, completely still and his eyes wide. Baekhyun could see him trying to control his breathing, calm himself down, anything. Junmyeon was trying to comfort Moon, who was holding onto one of your hands and sobbing much quieter than you were. Junmyeon’s own expression was unreadable, stone-faced, calculating almost. He noticed that every time you let out a strained half-scream, half-sob, everyone winced.

Baekhyun cradled your head and looked back at Chanyeol driving, “What the fuck just happened?”

[honeylikewords]

here i am 👀 i will restate the question for the audience: do you have any thoughts or headcanons for modern poe?? (also if u wanted to throw some snuggles in there i wouldn’t be mad) ((also i’m love you v much :’)

god ur such a DORKUS

(sorry this is a little late, i had a lot of travellin’ to do yesterday and i got a Big Migraine but it’s ebbing so here i go ghkdhgkhg)

I recall that somewhere, a while back, Oscar said in an interview that he imagined Poe being a west coast jazz singing musician, if he lived in our world, and I really feel like that sits well with his character. If he was a normal, modern guy, he’d probably be a musician of some variety!

But also, like, a musician who has a degree in engineering with an emphasis on robotics and mechanical engineering. 

So I like to imagine that Poe has a job working on developmental and experimental tech, probably not for the military but with a separate company (Organa Industries), and that it takes up a lot of his day but that he doesn’t mind, very much. He likes working in the shop and tinkering with his machines, and when the day is over, he goes home and practices with his guitar and does covers of, I dunno, jazz and folk songs, probably.

I think on his weekends or on vacation he probably does a lot of bar performances and gets hired to perform at friends’ parties or at restaurants just because he’s really, really good and he’s handsome so people enjoy watching him sing, too.

I also like to think that he met his s/o before they started dating at one of those performances, at a party hosted by one of Poe’s friends. He was up on the designated stage-esque area, singing and sitting on a stool, strumming his guitar, when he did a cursory check of the crowd.

Everyone was listening to him, and he found that he liked that feeling. Being paid attention to, being listened to. He smiled broad and played even more intently, watching the smiling faces of all the people in the crowd. His ego was strong.

Then he realized that there was someone who wasn’t listening. One woman, out on the balcony, with the doors closed, looking out at the skyline. 

And, man, he was annoyed.

He finished his set and accepted the handshakes and compliments and took pictures with people who wanted to post him on their Instagram or whatever, then set his sights on figuring out why one person, in a sea of all these people, had decided to not only not listen to him, but to fundamentally ignore and shut him out. He’s a little bull-headed like that.

He made his way to the balcony after wading through the crowd, and as he stepped out, he could hear the distant sounds of the city meshing with the sounds of the wind, smell the fresh air, breathe deeper than he had, before, when he was crammed inside.

Poe’s such a people person that he forgets, sometimes, what the value of quiet can be, and he was taken aback by how... pleasant it was, out there. He’d come outside with a chip on his shoulder and found himself, then, a little embarrassed that he’d been so annoyed without anything even close to a good reason.

She noticed his prescence after a few seconds, turning to look at him. Then she stood up straight, awkward and rigid, her eyes falling to the ground as she turned back around, as if hoping to avoid his gaze.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I’ll, uh, I’ll go--”

“No, no,” he apologized, “I came out here to, uh, talk to you.”

“...To me?”

“Yeah. I saw you out here, ya know, all on your own and... I wanted to see if you were alright.” 

That’s not entirely true, but he felt bad for trying to come out there as if he had a right to interrogate her. He felts sheepish, ashamed of his own vanity. 

“I saw you weren’t inside during my, uh, show and I just... was curious.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s just--” She gestured back at the room, the one kept behind the sliding glass doors-- “--I’m not very good with crowds. And I don’t much like live performances.”

“Oh? Why?”

God, Poe wanted to punch himself in the face for being so forward, but he can’t help but be a little curious. Nearly all of Poe’s friends are outgoing, noisy, likeminded people, and while he’s known and cared for many more introverted people, he sometimes finds them hard to understand. So he wanted to try, this time, and make a good impression. 

He felt compelled to talk to her, to understand her; maybe it was for the sake of his pride, or maybe there was something else going on with him, something in his gut tugged by the way the setting sun caught against her skin, her eyes shining with the reflections of the city lights, the wind making her hair move in such pretty, organic flows--

“I get really bad secondhand embarrassment,” she laughed, fiddling with her shirtsleeve. “So whenever I see performers, my brain just kinda projects that it’s me, up there, being looked at. Or that if they see me, I’ll be part of the whole affair.”

“...I get that,” Poe lied. “Still, I feel bad that, you know, I didn’t get to--” He laughed, leaning on the railing on the balcony with his elbows-- “--Sweep you off your feet with my dulcet tones.”

She laughed, shaking her head, and she seemed to be warming to him. He found the prospect dizzying.

They talked for a good, long time, uninterrupted. The sun set and the moon rose and they kept talking, each one learning to appreciate the company of the other. By the time the last stragglers from the party were being ushered out, Poe realized he was really, really invested in this girl.

They both knew that they had to leave, since people inside were starting to circle around with big black garbage bags, picking up the detritus of the affair, and Poe felt his gut twist with an ultimatum: now or never.

“Can I see your phone?”

“...What?”

She looked at him, confused, and he smiled shyly, cocking his head to the side.

“I need your phone for just a second. I promise I won’t do anything weird.” He held his hand to his heart and raised the other up. “On my honor as an artist and an engineer.”

“You’re weird,” she laughed back, “But okay.”

She handed over her phone and Poe tapped the contacts icon, then entered his phone number. He tapped the “Add Photo” button, then opened the camera and took a picture of himself flashing a big smile with a thumbs up. She laughed at him, snorting a little, as he took the picture, and he couldn’t help but feel a little giddy at the sound. God, he really was falling hard.

“My number’s in there, now. I want you to text me, okay? And we can, like, get coffee or dinner or whatever it is that you want. But one condition.”

“...Okay, shoot.”

“No crowds allowed, no performing.” he grinned. “Just you ‘n me.”

She paused for a moment, then nodded.

“I definitely would like that.”

From then on they’d stay in constant contact, texting each other fairly regularly, then arranging a “meetup” (Poe wanted to say “date” but was hesitant to push her too far... after all, he liked her. Like, a lot, and he really wanted to keep her in his life...), then, you know... more “meetups” and then “visits” and then, after a while, “dates”.

And things just moved from there, naturally progressing as their closeness and intimacy grew.

One of Poe’s favorite things to do in their relationship is have a “Living Room Day”. Poe’s a mover and shaker, it’s true, and probably is a little bit ADHD in the diagnostic sense, because it can be hard for him to sit still and do nothing, but his girlfriend is a more introverted, calm kinda person who can comfortably spend a long time in one place focused on one thing.

To meet in the middle for a comfortable day in, Poe will move all the necessaries into the living room; a mini fridge that he plugs into a power strip, a microwave next to it, a basket of foods and snacks, et cetera, a bunch of pillows, books, comics, and movies, and they spend the day in the living room, oscillating between activities. Sometimes they’ll sit on the floor and play board games (Poe likes when they both get aggressive about trivia), or move to the couch and cuddle one another while watching garbage TV (Poe REALLY likes Real Housewives and the Bachelorette and it’s abominable), or just kinda lay around doing whatever they want.

It’s really fun and a good way for them to spend time together, especially since Poe can get so busy and so bogged down and locked in back at his work. When he gets dug in to fixing or designing something, it can be hard for him to break away from it, and he tends to work overtime a lot. 

The good parts? The sense of accomplishment he gets and the obvious monetary bonuses are nice. But the bad parts? He’ll sometimes sleep in his workshop or not eat well or not rest properly for days on end because he’s become obsessed with “perfecting” whatever project he’s working on.

So coming home allows him to balance out by re-orienting with, like, a relaxed and peaceful life, and basic creature comforts. 

When he is home or on vacation, Poe likes to snuggle in bed a lot. He’ll lay there in just his boxers, cuddling onto his beloved, playful and teasing and intent on just touching her however he can. He doesn’t even need it to escalate to sexual levels: he just wants to feel her near and know that she’s part of his life, tangible and real.

Often he’ll wake up before her and intentionally roll himself on top of her so that she’s pinned under his weight. He’s heavier than he seems, with a good dosage of muscle on him combined with a layer of soft over him, too. He’s got a bit of a soft tummy and a big round butt, so he’s pretty cuddly, but he’s also heavy! 

So she wakes up with a groan because “dammit Poe, you’re squishing me, I can’t breathe,” and tries to buck him off, but he goes limp on her and locks her in place with his heft, grinning at her and whining about how she doesn’t love him if she’s trying to throw him off.

“I love you plenty, but you’re knocking the air out of me!”

“Nooooo! Hold me! Or my heart shall surely break and my feeble soul shall be extinguished!”

“Then perish,” she snarls, jokingly, and tries to shove him off. 

But he just clings on tighter and blows a raspberry in her neck.

Poe is also a big fan of soft tummies and soft thighs and soft boobies and soft butts and, just generally, nice, soft, warmth. He likes to lay his head on his girl’s belly and just snuggle his face in and litter her tummy with kisses. Sometimes, if they’re watching a movie and Poe’s either bored by the movie or just feeling very amorous, Poe will lay his head on her lap, turn his face to her tummy, lift her shirt, and start leaving little, breathy kisses on her.

“H-honey,” she whimpers, trying to push him away, “That tickles!”

“Good! This is payback.”

“For wh- HAH-- for what?”

“Bein’ cute,” he says with a smile and a soft smooch to her navel.

He doesn’t give up until she either knocks him off the couch with her tickling convuslions or things progress to a more heady, makeout-y level.

Also, in an unrelated vein of conversation, there’s a solid chance that there’s a variant on the Modern!AU where Poe is a classically trained Shakespearian actor but who does e x c l u s i v e l y shitty nouveau representations of Shakespeare’s work. And he’s insufferable.

[countessofsnark]

Snarky Recap - Thunderbirds Are Go: ‘Grandma Tourismo’

The One Where We Find Out A Shitload of Interesting Facts About The Tracy Family, Grandma And Virgil Go Shopping - A Horror Story - And Some People Get Saved By Our Aforementioned Duo. (And Space Trash Helping Out Via Comlink)

Where do I begin? Oh right, that episode title wins all the awards, your argument is invalid. Seriously. 

‘You sure you’re fully prepared for today’s mission, Virgil?’

‘Everything’s a-okay, John.’

‘You sure you don’t need back-up?’

‘Situation under control.’

‘You’re braver than I am, big brother.’

WAIT WHAT. VIRGIL IS OLDER THAN JOHN? Well. I just fell out of my chair ahahaha.

Dramatic zoom is dramatic. 

Grandma: ‘Let’s do some shopping!’

Virgil: (fake happy voice) ‘This is going to be so much fun!’

We are all Virgil.

You can tell a lot about a person by having a closer look at their shopping habits. Things We’ve Learned So Far:

- Scotty likes his hair super shiny. And here I was, figuring Virgil would be hogging all the hair products on Tracy Island. Though that perfect rooster comb doesn’t shape itself, I assume...

- That’s a lot of TP. 

- Grandma loves onesies. Provided they're all purple/fuchsia.

Saved by little bro (yeah I’m still getting used to this but I like it!). To the Sahara we go!

I bet their account handsomely provides for this store, lol.

Interrupting this recap for a Virgil Tracy’s Booty Appreciation Shot. I also love the fact that the tool belt looks clunky but actually is perfectly designed for Virgil’s enforced/padded suit, or the way it’s looped around his thigh. Function meets form, ladies & gents.

But wait! Another emergency emerge(nc)es. 

Virgil: ‘I can’t be in two places at once.’ Have no fear, Grandma Tracy is here!

Also, autopilot to the rescue.

That moment when Thunderbird 2 takes off, and a power suited Virgil looks up with a worried look on his face. 

‘Look after her.’ AWWW BLESS THIS PRECIOUS LUMBERJACK. 

Parkour with Virgil Tracy 101.

John checking in on Grandma is all kinds of sweet and hilarious. Sometimes you do wonder if this is a who-worries-the-most-about-who competition. 

Virgil being able to remote control TB2 with such precision is pretty damn cool. (Though for his sake I hope he’s not using a Bluetooth link, ahaha)

If you can't come to us, we’ll come to you - a possible IR marketing tagline.

Virgil: ‘Let’s just hope I can do this.’

Grandma: ‘I heard that. Of course you can do it!’

Cheerleading, Tracy Style. Precious af.

‘Okay Grandma, open the bay door.’ I’M SORRY VIRGIL. I’M AFRAID I CAN’T DO THAT. (Sorry couldn’t resist)

Hello Kate, meet the boys’ Grandma. (Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Grandma whips out her phone to show Kate a slide show of Embarrassing Baby Tracy Boy Pictures)

Helpdesk!John, at your service.

So that’s how to anchor TB2 - filed under More Shit We’ve Learned Today.

So basically, they’re gonna sit there, go to the Winchester, have a pint, and wait for all this to blow over. (Also, unintentional wind pun is unintentional I assume)

Virgil effortlessly and gracefully power suit sliding over to the back of the crumbling office. Damn son, you got moves.

The ceiling is lava.

Grandma: ‘Don’t need remote control or auto pilot. I’ll do it!’

Virgil and John: ‘YOU?’

Yeah boys. Guess who taught your daddy how to fly and spread those maverick genes in the first place? YEP.

‘My Grandma says don’t worry, she’s coming to pick us up.’

Construction crew: YOUR GRANDMA?

Filed Under: Embarrassing Moments In The Life of Virgil Tracy. Though cheer up, Virge. Could be worse. Could be the girl of your dreams in that office when you’re telling folks that your nan is about to save the day.

Grandma, while trying to land TB2 over Pod 2: ‘I can do this. I think.’

Virgil: ‘I heard that! Of course you can do it.’

P R E C I O U S  A F . *squish*

Grandma Tracy’s pod assembly skills: the IKEA of International Rescue.

Those green dice. Kind of looks like a mix between cute and the dice you might find in a pimp’s ride. Grandma Tracy channeling her inner Macklemore? (Now imagining ‘Thrift Shop’ blasting through the pod’s speakers while they’re on a shopping trip - or, How To Make Virgil’s Life Worse)

‘I’ve never been more glad to see anyone’s Grandma in my life.’ LOL

The Mole Pod has left the building.

This guy is taking gratitude to a whole new level.

How to sell your stuff and be a terribly charming inventor: a guide by Kate. I do hope we get to see more of her in the near future! 

Virgil: OH BOY I CAN’T WAIT TO GET BACK AND GET A SHOWER. (No doubt to get dust out of places where the sun don’t shine, poor soul)

Grandma: LOL NO YOU DON’T. WE HAVE SHOPPING TO DO. (And tracksuit trying out to do, which will likely take up 99% of this shopping trip)

We are all Virgil.

First things first. I’m so glad SO GLAD that the boys’ birth order can no longer be contested canon wise. Scott, Virgil, John, Gordon, Alan. And let me tell you that I have no issues with this. I did think John was the second brother in line but to be fair, this new revelation does make sense with regard to the relationship that is established between Scott and Virgil. Here we have the Dynamic Duo, the Space Trash Middle Child, and last but not least, the Terrible Two. Nice. Secondly... Sally Tracy, how lovely to make your acquaintance. *curtsey* Oh right. And that shopping list will never not crack me up. 

[peachiejihoonie]

Who do you ship your mutuals with and why?

woow, i’m very surprised to see this sitting in my inbox hmmmmmMMmmm

not proofread btw

well lets start with the best of the best

@parkjmini

i honestly want to say someone else besides jimin, but jimin LOL but thats the boring answer

from wanna one i really really really think daniel and her could become something. like forreal. they’re both really sweet and precious and daniel would treat her right !!!!!! can see them going to disney themed proms, and he’s driving her around, hands on thighs, the usual. she’s one of those people who are like nooooo but really she means yeees and daniel would oh so slyly use his knowledge of this habit of her’s against him

she starts like pulling her skirt down when he’s reaching up her thighs and he’s just grinning as his eyes are still directed on the road

“babe don’t be so shyy” his voice would sound so gentle but she knows better as she rolls her eyes

@seungkwanslowqualityenglish

my precious mother omg she only deserves the best honestly i truly truly ship her with jisung not cause he’s her bias or anything i swear. see there’s no strike through so i’m being honest !!!!!! seriously, there both very caring, knowing and considerate. like one day jisung would be having a really bad day and he thinks he’s good at hiding his feelings but he’s really not and she see through him like a crystal ball

“jisung babe, you okay??” she would ask, hand on his back that’s facing her

“yes i’m fine, nothing happened okay nothing i’m! fine!” he would force out a slight giggle

“do you want me to make you that tea you really like” she would sigh, only slightly smiling

“yes please..” he’d mumble and turn to her shoulders and slightly weep into her

such a loving couple omg

@heochannies

is the so so so nice !! but she’s so edgy ????!!?!?! ya’ll should ask her for a pic like her make up is one fleek like jeffery star is shaking

i personally ship her with baekho, like i feel they have such a very chill and calm relationship. like she would come home to see him after a tiring day he’s there with some tea and nice warm hug. he would kiss her temples and lightly greet her with a “welcome home baby girl.”

i see a lot of comfortable silences, independence but still a lot of lovin and understandin

@simplicitwannaone

lau bby hello hi she’s so kind omg i’ve never felt so welcomed?? like she would always always find a way to greet you even if you came into the group chat like hours ago. a1 one cute honestly lol. she’s on the quiet side but definitely has a cra side omg

with that said, donhyun is her man. very sugary relationship. like, think flowers blooming and sun shining. like the world is healthy just be them being together. i imagine them going on park dates, hands linked and swing

“you’re so cute” he would smile and squish her cheeks

and she’d be a blushing mess but still have growing smile spreading across her face in minutes omg i’m not crying you are

@imagineproduce101

the one and only omg. she’s so so sweet omg i meet her twice (don’t be too jealous ;-))  i like to think that her and seungwoo would be v cute ?? like she’s really down to earth, kind and goes out of her way just for inclusion and its just! so! beautiful! and he’s really goofy and funny and she’s a little silly meme bean so yes much balance.

like they’re just sitting out on a grassy field just talking and chillin and seungwoo is talking about how is day and rambling and she’s picking at the grass.

“babe are you even listening??” he asked, slightly offended.

“yes i was, you were talking about how you definitely did not deserve the b in your chem class” she would say calmly, eyes still at the grass.

and after a small pause, they meet eyes, her’s slightly mischievous and his amused.

@wannaoone

rach rach rach!! she’s so cute omg. she’s kinda like the small whisper of the chat, always there but v soft spoken. she’s really cute omg she sends me the cutest things on snapchat.

really random person but i really see her and jihoon, like woozi jihoon LOL. like he’s busy all the time and he just needs someone paitent and ready to love him whenever and there! she! is! like she’d send him really loving messages but just enough to jihoon’s appreciation. like the problem jihoon encounters often is when a s/o is either way too clingy or way too distant and rach is the perfect moderate level

like a common exchange would be something like

“jihoonie, miss you, go home soon, you’ve been in the studio all day, take care of yourself

and after she sends that text, she ends up getting a call

“please open the door, i’m here for some snuggles” and outside is her sweet bf, in his glory and softness.

@ukulelewrites

ahh long awaited natty, so active and so talkative like omg it’s so great. v innocent. she never ever makes u feel lonely omg it’s really nice. she’s more like someone who loves from a distant so i liked to say that she’d be really cute with jinyoung  

i know what a weird pairing. bUT I SEE IT OKAY. like he;s really caring adn genuine and know how he’s really shy??? i feel like natty would really get him out of his shell and they end up like each other

“omg it’s about time i thought you were gonna be lonely forever jinyoung, who is the lucky gal???” her oblivious ass would ask him, being all friendly and nudging him.

“actually,” he’d pause and let out an airy chuckle, eyes glued to the ground and very very nervous smile on his face. “i like you”

@kakaotaeks

i miss you elena :-(( but she’s a wild one omg, is probably missing my savage words at her. smhhhh she needs to come back soon lol. since we’ve been lacking some interaction i’m going to keep this one short and sweet.

but i ship her with hyungseob cause they’d be hecka cute. i see them being the it couple at school. he walks her to class, holds her hand omg it v cute and all everyone is envious.

@dae-vil

saraaaaaaaa !!! the cutest human bean in the world omg. i will admit, sometimes she’s just in her own world and is like “huh???” always pops into your life randomly but its a good random omg like a “i needed that thank u sara wow”

i see her with shihyun??? like very soft and quiet but they’re very cute together. shihyun would always bring her back to earth and they giggle over nothin all the time lol

omg they’re gonna have this thing where shihyun has to cancel their date but it becomes even better ??

“baby i’m so sorr but yongguk asked me to baby sit to-”

“can i come omg pleas eoh pl ease!!!!!”

and they end up cuddling with tobli all night, like date ??? this is the date whatchu mean????

@laji-101

KRISSSSS the wild one honestly. is so bold yet so shy?? in mis opinion i think she should just go head first for what she wants, shes a bit hesitant at times, but not always. like she’ll end up getting what she wants whether you like it or not.

i see her with bAEKHO. yup, pulling out the big guns literally lmao. i see him being v down to earth and kind and warm for her but still that dominant alpha male manly ready to fight someone typa guy, you feel??

like they would be at gym and he’s look all hot and shit finishing his mile run. after he went it would be her turn and she’d be a little shy running in front of hot ass baekho

and he somehow knows????

“babe don’t worry, you’re gonna do great, i’m cheering for you!!” he would place a hand on her upper arm, gummy smiles and everything

i’m sorry kris but u aint gonna survive, he’s sweaty hot AND cutie gummy ughghaohfgoqhp

@jihoonslattee

chiiiiii omg my actual other half (get it my names peaCHI ha whatta knee slapper) is! an! actual! teddy! bear! is so so so kind, and she never misses when you change ur profile pic and will not hesitate to tell u that u a cutie. when actually shes the cutie????????????

i really do kinda sorta see her with jihoon, not that i’m going to fight her for him lmao whaaaat like they’re both really sweet, shy but they’re very self aware ?? like they know what they’re doing to each other

her and jihoon could just be doing hw and honestly she would shamelessy just start staring at him and he’d notice and smirk

“you know, a photo would last a little longer” he’s laugh, looking up to meet her eyes.

and she’s immediately embarrassed by the overwhelming eye contact but he just laughs and takes her hand omg goals.

@princess-megz

my little mui mui omg. my actual sister yall don’t question us on this. she’s s O cUt e????? like hOW??? and he’s precious and innocent. she’s talkative and really really kind. we sent each other some cute ass streaks honestly i think she likes my dog more than she likes me smhhh

i see her with yongguk. like they’d both weird quiet you feel me ??? like they’re some people in this world who are loud and wild, but they’re quiet wild you feel????

i see them playing with tobli together and they would make stories about his past.

“you know, i bet tobli used to under the wong dynasty and was the emperor wrote the law that everyone needed to change their last names to wong” yongguk would suddenly say in the midst of their silent play time with tobli

“noooo, tobli was a dragon, we went over this” she would roll her eyes and his eyes would brightened as more ideas would run through his head.

@ladynightmareii​

snazzy!!! the actual fetus 1! 1! !!!!1! she’s so crazy honestly LOL, has way too many memes tbh with her i feel like, she would be really compatible with daehwi??

like honestly, they’re both pretty wild. like i feel like one would say to other “what are you doing om G i cAn noT b E sE eN wiTH yOU” but would continue to do whatever they were doing together????

they would go on really cute dates together if their parents even let them LOL like ice cream dates or just quick stuff after school. lw bickers and daehwi is like “i didn’t even do anything !!!!” is super dramatic too. like imagine them going out to get something to eat

“i want the strawberry banana smoothie” daehwi would cutely say and she would look so offended

“how dare you, i want that one”

“stop copying me!!!!!”

omg this ended up taking up so much time/is so long LOL i hope you bbys liked this  💖 💖 💖 💖 💖

and dw precious followers i’m getting to my writings :-))) thanks 4 being patient with me lol

[joonskisses]

Dream Catcher 3 (M)

• Losing Reality series •

Jimin x Reader

A/N: I tried to make this chapter a little longer.. Hope you guys like it! Also, thanks to all the people reading my series, it means a lot! Don't be shy, talk to me ♡

~Bayli 🌼

"I can only see you, I can only see you alone."

Prologue // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

You couldn't get your mind off of him all day. His midnight hair, glossy eyes, and his plump lips- everything about him intrigued you.

You didn't know why, but you were drawn to him. Your thoughts were all just,

Jimin,

Jimin,

and Jimin.

But, you didn't even know him. Which made everything even more interesting. You wanted to know all of him. How his lips would feel on yours, how his body felt pressed against-

"(Y/N), you awake?"

Taehyung's voice cut through your thoughts.

"O-oh yeah.." You mentally let out a sigh of relief. Who knows what he would do if he had known you were thinking all these thoughts about someone you've never met. And never will meet.

It was just a dream, you tell yourself over and over. But somehow you felt as if it had actually happened, that you were actually there to witness it. And somehow, you felt as if you've been there before.

x

You- for some reason- let Taehyung convince you to let him take you out. He promised a nice day. No drama, just fun. You had this soft spot for him. If he asked, you'd do it. You just couldn't ever say no to him.

He told you to dress nice, at least to not wear sweats, again. By dressing nice, you took that as a plain t-shirt and jeans ripped at the knee. You felt like today was actually going to be somewhat okay. But you couldn't push aside the uneasy feeling that something, everything, was going to go wrong.

x

2 hours later, you and Tae found yourself walking along the sidewalk in the burning sun.

"I thought you said we were doing something fun. Frying in the sun is not my idea of fun." Taehyung laughed and poked you with his finger.

"Babe, stop being such a little baby. Now stay here like a good dog while I go and get us some ice cream." You yelled after him, asking for an explanation to why the hell you were a dog, but he was already skipping happily away. With a small smile on your face you thought to yourself, how in the world can he be so energetic in this heat?

It was so crowded. People were coming from left and right, and the heat made it even more stuffy than it already is. They were looking at you. You could already tell what they were saying. They probably were thinking nasty thoughts in their heads. Talking about how you were the cause of your parent's death. And how you didn't do anything about it. How their blood was on your hands, and it would never wash off. It was like a tattoo. You'd always carry around the burden of their passing, it was your fault after all.

Suddenly, it was too much. The heat was overwhelming. The stares were too much. Everything started to spin. Your world became red- maroon with the splatters of blood. You forgot what it was like to breathe. It was too crowded. You needed to get out.

But you couldn't.

You found yourself walking backwards, until your back crashed with the wall behind you. Tears stung your eyes and made your vision blurry. What were the people thinking? "Ew, look at her. What a lost cause."

The strangers words replayed in your head. Over and over. You started hyperventilating and all you could get out were little whimpers and fractions of Taehyung's name. Maybe he left you. Maybe after all these years, he finally couldn't take it anymore.

"How weak."

They were right. You were a lost cause. You had no sense of direction with your life. And you depended so much on Taehyung. You forgot what it was like to be alone. The spinning in your head got worse. All you could hear now was a white noise. You hated it.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

But it wouldn't.

"Hey, take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Just listen to my voice. Everything's going to be alright."

You felt a hand on your back and you tried to steady your breathing. Your heart stopped hammering in your chest, and everything was a little okay again. You looked up to see an unfamiliar face and body crouching down in front of you. How long have you been on the floor?

"It's okay, you're okay. I'm Namjoon. Kim Namjoon."

This stranger had just witnessed another one of your horrible moments. Although you were calling him a stranger, he looked oddly familiar. "D-do I know you from somewhere?" You managed to sputter out. You knew you've seen him, but you just couldn't put your finger on it. "Oh, I'm friends with.. Taehyung. Yeah, Taehyung." He murmured. Right when you were about to question him, you heard the angelic but deep voice of your best friend.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! Where the f-" His eyes met yours and he embraced you in a spine breaking hug. His hands caressed your tear-stained cheeks while his brown orbs searched your face. "Fuck, I-I knew there was something wrong. I could feel it." He clenched his heart while trying to get the words out. Grabbing both of your hands, he spoke once again, "Babe, tell me what happened."

Your eyes roamed everywhere but his face and landed on where Namjoon is standing.

Was standing.

He disappeared. Vanished. He was,gone. Where could he have gone? Furrowing your eyebrows, you turned to Tae. "U-Uh Tae, do you know anyone by the name of, Namjoon?" The name felt foreign on your tongue. He linked his pinky with yours, and started leading you somewhere. "No, I don't, but what does that have to do with what we're talking about? Did someone hurt you?" Your heart skipped a beat. He was there. He was there the whole time. Right?

Maybe it was the heat. You could've imagined him.

Could've.

But still, you told yourself, that it was a figment of your dangerous imagination.

x

When you both were seated in the safety of your home, you told him everything. Starting from when he left you to when he found you. Cutting out the Namjoon part.

"Shit, (Y/N), I shouldn't have left you.. I thought the attacks had stopped last year? Fuck I feel so bad, I should've-" You cut him off, "Hey, it's okay, they did stop. I don't know what happened today.. There were just, so much people." Resting your head on his chest, you sighed. You tried to focus on the background music that was coming from the T.V, but you kept thinking back to everything that happened since last night. You were thankful for Taehyung, but you could never rely on yourself. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing bub, I'm just tired." You yawned out. It wasn't a lie. With Tae's slender fingers stroking your hair, and the blankets covering half your body, you couldn't help but feel comfortable. Taehyung shifted you until you were laying on top of him. He then embraced you carefully, and kept the position. "Tae, I'm too heavy for this." You were scared of squishing him. Wasn't this uncomfortable? No matter how many times Taehyung put you in this position, you would always be self conscious about it. Dang, the movies really make it seem easier.

He squeezed your side. "What are you talking about? I feel nothing." His laugh was like music to your ears. "So you're saying I'm too skinny?" You retorted. He just sighed and pulled you closer to him.

"That's not what I'm saying. Just- let's just stay like this for now, okay?" You snuggled your face into the crook of his neck and breathed his scent in. It was your favorite thing in the world. He smelled like cinnamon and faintly of mint. The mint was from the cologne you bought him. You had came across it at the store, and immediately bought it. It reminded you of Tae.

Of when he was younger, and the little mint candies were all he ate. He loved it of course, thinking into the past as well. Ever since then, it was all he used. He'd run out so quick and you'd always buy more. It's been like that for the past 3 years.

You kept thinking about the past. But you couldn't figure out why. At the same time, there was always a piece missing. Something you couldn't put your finger on. It was there though. On the tip of your tongue.

You lifted your head up to see Taehyung fast asleep. You decided to do the same, and stop stressing about things for once.

Maybe, just maybe, you'd see Jimin again.

x

One second he was walking fine, next second Jimin was on the floor. It hurt. Everything hurt. He was dizzy.

Something was wrong.

He could sense it.

Fuck, (Y/N) what's wrong?

He struggled to pick up his phone and call the one person he could trust with this,

"Hyung, you need to check on her."

On the other side of the line, Namjoon spoke.

"What's wrong now. It seems like everyday you ask the same question. 'Is she okay? Have you seen her? Where is-"

Jimin couldn't wait. He was anxious and in pain.

"Hyung, now. Please."

Namjoon let out an audible sigh. "Okay, anything for you bud."

The line went dead.

x

The pain soon wore off, and Jimin was back on his feet. He paced back and forth in the spacious jail he calls a room. He was caught escaping by the guards, and was escorted back to his room. This time the windows and doors were locked. He had other ways, but he wouldn't leave again. Not yet.

Jimin ran a hand through his soft raven locks and waited for his phone to ring. He's been waiting. 2 hours felt like 2 days. His phone then lit up, 'Namjoon' lighting up his dark room. Jimin picked up in a quickness.

"So? What'd you find out?"

Namjoon's voice bounced off the walls, "It was just an attack. Panic attack, I assume."

"Shit, another one?" Jimin thought back to when you had your attacks almost everyday. It had him worried to death. But he was the one to help you through it.

It was almost a minute before Namjoon spoke again.

"We done here? I'd like to hang up now."

Jimin closed his eyes.

"And I thought you enjoyed talking to me."

"That was until everything became just (Y/N) this and (Y/N) that. I'm hanging up now. Peace."

Jimin didn't have time to ask anything else. But the unsaid question lingered in the air.

'Did she remember?'

x

It was midnight, and Jimin tossed and turned in his bed. He wanted to see you again. More than anything. There was a way. A dangerous one. But he needed you.

He needed to hear your laugh again. To touch your skin again. Just to see you. At least for just one day.

He brought himself to his feet and walked to his closet. In the dark shadows of the space, he found it. Just what he needed to get what he wanted.

And the only thing he needed, was blood.

[writesaboutbangtan17]

say you’ll remember me

mingyu x reader fluff, angst, implied smut

6,445 words

a/n: i know some parts of this are so *stares right into the camera* obnoxiously cheesy but guess what? i like this and i just don’t care. i’m currently writing a horribly stupidly long hoseok fic, but i realized the writing had gotten a little stale n asked my bff for a prompt to write a “ficlet” (this was supposed to be 2k or less) and she gave me: mingyu, fluff and angst, wildest dreams by taylor swift (because my mingyu tag is “he’s so tall and handsome as hell”). so ta da, this is what u get

~ in which your young, dumb love will hurt you, will ruin you, has an expiration date…but is so, so worth it

    You never forgot to visit your hometown in the summertime. Of course, it was nice to see your family, but you could see them any time of the year, and saw them often in the fall and the winter. What made the long drive from the city worth it in the hundred degree weather, sun glaring down on the hood of your car and baking you inside of it, was the chance to see the seaside in all its glory. You’d been raised in a humble beach town and you’d seen it a thousand times, but you’d be happy to see it a thousand more. As a kid, you couldn’t say you’d appreciated it much. The town itself and the beach were a little dumpy, nothing to write home about.

    It was the memories you’d created there once upon a time that made it special. As you pulled into a spot in the tiny parking lot and cut the ignition, you could remember late nights in the backseat of a car a lot older and rustier than this one, making your own heat as you pressed your sweat-slicked body to another. You trudged out onto the sand and as it flattened beneath your sneakers, you remembered squishing it between your toes as you watched a certain young man wading in the shallow ocean waters. He’d splashed some little kids nearby, pretending to fall beneath the surface with the weight of their own splashes back at him, and you’d imagined how this scene would look many years from now with children who were the perfect mix of you and him. You’d been 17 then.

    The same old snack bar stood beneath a few palm trees, and you could never forget him buying you ice cream every afternoon, no matter how much you insisted eating one ice cream cone every day would put a thousand pounds on you. He’d wrap an arm around your waist to pull you close, and “I’d still love you,” he’d hum against the side of your head. Every day without fail he’d bump his chocolate ice cream against the tip of your nose, and you’d crinkle it in fake disgust as he insisted on licking it off.

    Not far away was the playground where he’d push you on the swing, the bathrooms where you’d lock yourself in a stall and make out every day, the fancy restaurant he’d saved up for a month to take you to once (and even then, he couldn’t afford for you to get anything to drink besides a water—not that you minded). You passed by them all on your way to the watchtower. No matter how many times you visited the beach, you hadn’t gone up to the top of it since that summer five years ago. But you’d just gotten a great job, made some great new friends, and you were even starting to date someone new—your life was nothing like you’d imagined it’d be back then, but it was still good. You’d told your new partner about your trip, and although it was a particularly teary conversation, you explained why it was such an important one to make. They were the one who gave you the strength to take each step up the concrete staircase, to keep your head up instead of turning and running back to your car.

    The top level of the watchtower overlooked the entire beach. From one side you could see all the way into town, all the way towards your parents’ house where your old teenage bedroom was waiting for you. On the other side, the ocean went on forever. Facing the water, you wrapped both hands around the old splintered railing and looked down between them. Mingyu & Y/N 4E. It was so childish, you’d known even then that it was childish, but it still brought a smile to your face.

    You refused to let the tears at the corners of your eyes fall, and reminded yourself not for the first time that none of this should make you sad anymore. It had been so long, and you’d moved on…but that couldn’t stop the longing in your heart. You wished the waves carrying away the sand and pebbles could wash away the memory of that wolfish grin, the warmth of his calloused hands on your skin, the feeling of loving him so much that you’d give up the stars and the clouds and this whole universe if it meant you’d never have to live a day without him at your side.

    You wished that he had kept his promise.

    “Oh my god, Mingyu,” you groaned as he shoved the small pocketknife back into his jeans, “we’re almost adults, that’s kids stuff. Some kid wanted to do that with me when I was like eleven.” Mingyu rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, yanking you over to his side as he blew away the wood shavings to admire his masterpiece. You turned your head towards the water, letting your hair fall over your face so that he couldn’t see the lightest of pinks dusting your cheeks at how nice your names looked together—he’d never shut up about it.

    “Who was it? Was it Joonki? Hyunwoo? Hyunwoo has always had a little crush on you. If it’s him, I’m gonna beat him up the next time I see him,” Mingyu ranted, and you knew he was only half-joking. You leaned into his side and reminded him,

    “We were literally eleven, and Hyunwoo hasn’t even looked at me in like three years. When will you ever see him again, anyways?” The tall boy beside you said nothing, knowing you were right. He’d probably never see any of the kids he’d gone to school with here ever again.

    “It’s not like I’m never coming back,” he tried, his voice small, “and I could drive over to his house right now if I wanted to. He lives like three blocks away.” You should have laughed, should have let him believe that his smallest of attempts to lighten the mood worked, but there was so much unsaid that was smothering you. A part of you wanted to beg him not to go, wanted to ask him if he really couldn’t be happy living a simple seaside life here with you. You wanted to tell him how unhappy you’d be without him, how every day the sun would be a little less bright.

    Instead you asked him, “Wanna push me on the swings?” You moved to skip towards the stairs, but Mingyu’s arm around you was tight, and you just fell back into place. He was stiff, silent, and you could feel the melancholy in his bones, underneath his skin. You worked up the nerve to look at his face and wished you hadn’t—you could count on one hand the amount of times you’d seen him look so serious, let alone without a wide smile, and still have fingers left to spare. His eyes were stuck on the horizon, and you ignored the dread building in the pit of your stomach.

    “C’mooon, I wanna swing,” you whined, instead of asking him what was so much better about Seoul than this town, what was so much better about being an idol than inheriting his parents’ business, what was so much better about a life without you. 

     Why didn’t the idea of being apart hurt him as much? Why would he carve these stupid words into this building when he knew they were a lie?

    “It’s late,” was all he said, “we should go home,” and you scoffed. Mingyu hadn’t gotten you home before 2 A.M. in months, and that would be considered an early night for you two. Then again, his train did leave at nine o’clock the next morning. He wouldn’t want to be walking dead when he arrived at his new home. You wrenched yourself out of his hold, turned your back on him, took one step away.

    “Wait,” he stopped you, “there’s…there’s something we have to talk about first.” You didn’t want to hear what he had to say. It could only be one thing, and maybe you could survive the heartbreak if you didn’t have to hear the actual words out loud. “We don’t, though,” you wanted your voice to be strong, but you were practically whimpering, already felt the tears threatening to fall.    “We do. I don’t want to leave you hanging, wondering if you should move on or not,” he mumbled the last part, knowing as soon as the words came out of his mouth that they were the wrong thing to say. A choked sob tore from your throat, and you would have crumpled to the ground if he didn’t catch you. God, at the beginning of the summer, you had really thought that the two of you could make it. You had really thought he’d want to make it work.

    You knew that it wouldn’t, though. His life would be a constant cycle of dance, sing, put on a smile for the fans, eat, sleep, repeat. There would be no time for late night Skype dates or calls during breaks, no time for days back home, no time to love you. Even if there was, you would have to be the most tightly kept secret. Once his group debuted, you knew there would be rabid fangirls constantly ready to riot if their beloved idols were seen with another woman. You could never go out with him, especially not during the day, and not without him in a hat and a mask, unable to show off that grin that was just for you. That was if the company even let him keep dating. Mingyu would try to fight it, try to do it without them knowing, but it’d only make the impossible even more difficult. There was just no fitting you into the life that he wanted, and you had to come to terms with that.

    “Don’t worry, Mingyu, I know exactly what this means,” you snapped. You knew that you shouldn’t be mad at him, but you’d never felt a pain like this before. You never would again. The anger that had come on so strong, so quickly, melted away as you saw those dark brown eyes of his that had never looked at you with anything but love. He looked so beat down, so sad, and he didn’t deserve to feel that way when he was just trying to follow his dreams. You were being selfish—you weren’t worth giving those up for, and he wasn’t worth giving up yours, either. He was just a person. But he became my dream, you thought.

    “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, and you reached up to brush away the few tears that dripped down his cheek, “I love you. You know that I love you, right?” You nodded. How couldn’t you know that he loved you? You’d only been together for a few months, but you’d never felt safer, happier, or more cherished than you did with him.

    “I love you, too,” you promised him, “I’ll never love anybody the way that I love you.” It was the truth. Young love was reckless, stupid, painful, but there was no love more sincere. You hadn’t let go of his face, and you traced your thumb longingly over his bottom lip. Longing for a kiss, longing for a lifetime with him that you’d never get.

    He could at least grant your first wish, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours fiercely. There was no brush of tongue, no lip biting, but it felt more intimate than those kisses. 

     It felt like a goodbye.

     You were drowning in Mingyu’s shirt, one he’d just pulled out of his trunk and thrown at you before he sprinted into the water. It was barely noon, but the day had already been ruined, as far as you were concerned. You’d been awake for barely an hour and only just stepped out onto the sand for the day when a pelican dropped a huge load off on your shoulder, splattering all over your pretty new slip.

    Mingyu, ever the gentleman, had fallen over from laughing so hard as you struggled to pull it off without getting any of the bird poop on yourself. It took him five minutes to compose himself well enough to walk back to his car and get this shirt for you. It was white, with an obnoxious beer logo on the front of it, as if Mingyu had ever had more than one nasty wine cooler at a party he wasn’t even supposed to be at. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’d given you the white shirt on purpose, waiting for the perfect moment to run up and bear hug you with his big wet body so that the shirt would stick to your skin and show him the tiny little yellow bikini you had on underneath it. Pervert.    

    You tried not to, but with him splashing around in the water and not sitting beside you, rambling and distracting you from your thoughts, they drifted away to those that you’d been avoiding for awhile now. It was the last week of summer vacation. In six days, Mingyu would be leaving to train in Seoul, and it was yet to be determined what would happen to your relationship with him after that. Ideally, you’d try the long distance thing…but that was for normal people, people like you. Not idols. It wouldn’t be long until Mingyu debuted and the most you ever saw or heard of him would be on TV or the radio. You still had a year of high school left, and your own dreams would keep you in school for a long time, far away from him.

    “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Mingyu popped up beside you, jolting you out of your anxious mind. You smiled and shrugged, “Not much,” deciding to put that off. Today you would be happy. If Mingyu thought you were lying, he didn’t push it. He just grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet, fixing you with a pout.

    “Come swim with me?” He asked, and you just couldn’t say no to him. You pulled off his shirt and dropped it onto the towel you’d been sitting on, glowering at him when he folded the towel over to cover it.

    “I don’t wanna get bird poop on it,” he giggled, and ducked away from your swat at him. You chased him into the water, and as soon as you were waist deep, he picked you up to spin you around before dropping the both of you down beneath the surface. Holding your breath, you opened your eyes and looked at Mingyu. His were squeezed shut, but he had that signature grin on his face, canines showing and all. You drifted forward to plant a kiss on his mouth, then sprung back up to take a gulp of fresh air. Your boyfriend followed after you slowly, and stayed crouched down so his body stayed underwater while you stood. You looked down at him and if he asked, you’d swear the red on your cheeks was from the sun and not from the way he looked at you like you made the earth go around.

    “Hey, do you wanna eat at at Seaside’s tonight?” He randomly asked, making you sputter through a laugh as you wringed out your hair. The cheapest entree at Seaside’s was forty bucks, you knew Mingyu didn’t have the money to drop on something like that. “But how could we skip out on ramen at Sunwoo’s,” you joked. Most nights you either bummed food off of your friends or picked up something cheap, and on Mondays, you always found your way to your friend Sunwoo’s for dinner. His parents just couldn’t turn the lovebirds away.

    “I’m serious,” Mingyu said, and there was no laughter in his voice, “let me treat you. A queen deserves a feast.” There was no way you could lie your way out of this blush now. Mingyu finally got on his feet, standing at his full height and putting him a good half a foot over you. He shaded your face from the sun, and smirked at the shining scarlet staining your face.

    “I don’t have anything to wear to Seaside’s,” you said meekly, and Mingyu shook his head, “I got something for you.”

    He had the decency to tear the price tag off of the dress he’d picked up God-knows-where, and to admit that his sister helped him pick it out. You’d have to thank her the next time you saw her, knowing Mingyu would most likely have picked out something that just barely covered your ass and held in your boobs. The white babydoll dress stopped a few inches shy of your knees, and had a pretty lace trim on the hem and the scooped neckline. It was simple, but certainly looked and felt expensive. It amazed you that he’d go to such lengths for one fancy night with a girl he’d never see again come a week from now.    

    He’d sent you outside ahead of him when it came time to pay the bill, and you told him you’d wait at the top of the watchtower. The steps were a little scary in heels you’d only bought to wear to a wedding once, and then never again, but you managed. You figured Mingyu didn’t want you around to see how many bills he had to drop on the counter, for which you were thankful. It was nerve-wracking enough just knowing he’d spent so much money, without knowing exactly how much. He had calmly told you when you sat down at the table that you could order whatever you liked, and had even suggested the most expensive item on the menu. After you insisted that you could never finished a twenty ounce, sixty dollar steak, you told him that one of the $20 salads looked good—but when the waiter came, Mingyu ordered a steak for himself and one of the fancy seafood dishes for you, over forty bucks.

    It was something he knew you well enough to be sure you’d love, and you couldn’t be annoyed with him for it, just genuinely curious about what you’d ever done to deserve it or him. This was what you were pondering on when you heard footsteps coming up behind you, and turned to see Mingyu. The sun was just starting to set, and in that light, he took your breath away. He was so tall and broad, filling out his white button-up and dark jeans nicely, with gorgeous bronze skin that he was somehow self-conscious of stretched over his frame, and jet black hair flopping over his eyes. As soon as he reached your side, you pushed his bangs back off his forehead and took another moment to admire him up close.

    “You look prettier than me, babe,” Mingyu said quietly, knowing exactly what you were thinking, as always. You shrugged, “True,” and when he looked offended for half a second, you added, “But you do give me a run for my money.”

    The two of you watched the sunset in silence after that. When there was only a sliver of the sun left over the horizon, and the deep orange had almost entirely melted away to a darker blue, you finally peeked over at Mingyu to see that he had his head resting on his hand, turned entirely away from the water, with his eyes locked on you.

     You sighed and told him, “You don’t have many sunsets left here to watch, you know.” He seemed to concentrate even harder on you at that.    “I don’t ever want to forget what you look like right now,” he whispered, “the sunset doesn’t compare.”

    You had been seeing Kim Mingyu for exactly a month when he showed up outside your house that morning. The looks your parents gave you as you skipped down the stairs and ran out the front door were of exceptional displeasure, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care when the most handsome boy was waiting for you.

    You fixed the slip over your bathing suit before slipping into the passenger’s seat, and were happy to note that you didn’t even flinch when he wrapped his big hand around your thigh, anymore. Normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to start the car and head towards the beach as quickly as possible, but this morning was different from others. He cocked his head and bit his lip, contemplative, then finally asked,

    “Do you have a change of clothes in your bag?” The tote that you’d put down on your feet was heavy, and that weight did include a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, but instead of telling him that, you had to ask why. Mingyu’s other hand was rubbing the back of his neck as he answered, “I want to take you into the city today.” You didn’t have it in you to be annoyed with him for not telling you beforehand, or for sneaking peeks at you as you changed from your bikini top into your bra and slipped into your other clothes while he drove on the empty country roads leading away from town.

    “There’s a bunch of different street foods in the city, and weird shops that they’d never have back home, and karaoke bars and stuff like that,” he raved, “and there’s so many more people, lots of foreigners.” You remembered him telling you that he’d gone to the city to visit family a few months ago, but you’d never known exactly how enamored with it he was. It sounded fun, but the slower, simpler life in town appealed to you much more.

    He hadn’t been lying about the crowds. It took twenty minutes to get egg bread by the river, and even longer to find a nice quiet spot to sit and eat. Mingyu listed off all the different shops he wanted to take you to, dozens of them that sold things from clothes to stationary to cooking supplies, but you weren’t listening much, more focused on watching him speak. The way his eyes lit up and he stumbled on his words because he was talking so fast made you suspicious. You’d never seen him so excited about anything before

    “Do you want to go up to Seoul Tower?” Mingyu asked as he dragged you out of one shop and right into another. The last had been a cosmetics store that spilled products out into the street, this one was a fancy boutique with cute summer dresses and skirts. You pretended you couldn’t hear him as you flipped through some clothes on the rack beside you, pausing for a moment on a pretty white dress you couldn’t afford. If this were any other trip into the city, you’d jump at a chance to go and see the view from the top of the tower, but you weren’t dumb enough to believe this was any other trip. Eventually, Mingyu would admit the real reason he brought you here, but no matter how many times you asked him what that was, he insisted he just wanted you to get out of town and see some place new.

    He took you up to the tower, anyways, and you wanted to admire the cityscape, but couldn’t take your eyes off of Mingyu. It was as you saw him devour the sight, jaw dropped and eyes wide like he’d never seen it before, that you realized this was where he wanted to be. Ice spread through your veins at the thought. Maybe you’d gotten too close to this boy too fast, diving into him headfirst before you even thought about what his life looked like, what he wanted it to look like in the future. Maybe your parents weren’t wrong for thinking you were in too deep with him.

    “It’s amazing, right?” You just nodded at him. You didn’t know what else you could say. On the ride down the mountain, Mingyu held your hand tight and gushed about some of the people he’d met when he’d been visiting, guys named Seungcheol and Jihoon who took him to the village the cable car would drop you off near. He didn’t tell you how he met them, just how nice and funny they were. You could barely appreciate the scenery there as he kept talking about them, jokes they’d made and funny things they’d done. He mentioned some guys named Soonyoung and Wonwoo, as well.

    “Where did you meet all these guys?” You finally asked him, and he told you, “Oh, they’re friends with my cousin,” and that was the last of that. He got you jajangmyeon for dinner, and as you slurped your noodles in silence, he talked about how many more opportunities there were in Seoul than in your hometown. When he mentioned how much easier it was to get into music and acting and whatever other forms of entertainment, you laughed for the first time all day.

    “I don’t think it’s easy to do it just because you can,” you informed him, and for the first time all day, the smile slipped off of his face. The knot of anxiety in your chest wound tighter at this as your mind went into overdrive trying to pull together all the pieces of this puzzle, knowing Mingyu didn’t have much longer to stave off telling you the truth, hoping you could figure it out before then.    He suggested walking the food off when you finished eating, and led you through the city streets. It seemed he had finally run out of praise to heap upon the place, and you made the mistake of relaxing in the silence, thinking he was taking you back in the direction of wherever he’d left his car so you could finally go home. You shut your eyes and leaned your head on his shoulder, trusting him not to walk you into oncoming traffic. You didn’t even realize it when he’d stopped walking.

    “Y/N, babe,” he sighed into your hair, “open your eyes.” You weren’t sure what you expected when you did, but a wide plain building with the words ‘PLEDIS Entertainment’ hung up on the side of it were not high on the list.    “What, is this the company one of those idols you like works for?” You asked, and felt Mingyu shift from one foot to the other, moving his weight away from you. He pulled his arm out of your hands and turned to fully face you, with his lip tucked tight between his teeth and his eyes on the ground.

    “Well, yes, but,” he took a deep breath, “this is the company that I auditioned for a few months ago. And I got in.” Just yesterday, you’d been imagining what your kids would like, all tan-skinned and sharp canines and thick black hair, splashing in the waves at home every day. I’m so stupid, you realized, why did I think I’d be enough for him? You refused to cry, refused to let this boy who you barely knew break your heart like this, refused to acknowledge the part of your brain screaming at you that the two of you knew each other better than anyone else ever had. You’d never survive this if you didn’t start insisting to yourself that Kim Mingyu meant nothing.

    You blinked at him and said, “Oh, that’s cool.” Then you stepped around him and kept walking forward. Shoulders back, chest out, chin up, you told yourself, do not fucking cry. “Don’t be like that, Y/N,” you heard him saying from behind you, “please, I need you to be happy for me.” You spun on your heel with a sharp smile painted on to your face, “It’s great news, Mingyu. You’ll do well.” Then kept walking.

    It could have all ended right there. You could have insisted Mingyu drive you home, locked yourself in your room for the rest of the summer, never fallen in love with him. But when you heard a tiny, broken “thank you,” from the boy who you couldn’t stand to see without a smile on his face, you couldn’t help it.    “How can I be happy about this?” You asked, stopping at the curb. Mingyu hurried to your side, taking your hand back into his and holding on so tight, so that you couldn’t let go. His other hand locked around your jaw, forcing your head to turn so you could look into his eyes.

    “I know it’s hard, babe,” he said, “but this is my dream. I want to be a rapper!” You almost laughed. Kim Mingyu, the sweetest boy you’d ever met—a rapper. But you could tell he was serious, and you’d never laugh at his dream, just like you hoped he’d never laugh at or dismiss any of yours. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the desperation for you to be on board, you knew you couldn’t disappoint him, and under no circumstances could you be the reason he didn’t do any and everything he wanted to and was capable of.

    “It’s really great, Mingyu,” you assured him, and you meant it this time, “I’ll support you the whole way.” The relief that flooded his face was worth it.

    It turned out he did have a cousin in town, albeit a much older cousin with their own apartment that they said you could stay over in. You called your parents to tell them that you were staying over at your friend Soojung’s, and they believed you because you’d never been one to lie before getting mixed up with Mingyu. You remembered that you’d never even told them you were going into the city. They’d kill you if they found out.

    “Sejun’s working the night shift,” Mingyu informed you as he came back into the guest bedroom, “he just left.” You were wearing a shirt of Sejun’s and your bikini bottoms and nothing else, and Mingyu was only wearing a pair of loose sweatpants low on his hips, and you really thought he would have slept on the couch, but he was sliding underneath the comforter beside you before you could say as much. The furthest you’d gone with him so far was just barely making out in his car a few nights ago, but the electricity charging in the small space between your bodies really wanted you to move closer and attach your body to his.

    “Mingyu,” you whispered into the dark, and he hummed back at you. That was all you could take, rolling over to swing one leg over his thighs, effectively straddling him. Mingyu oomfed with the sudden weight on top of him, but his big hands immediately came up to circle your waist.

    “You’re moving to Seoul in a couple of months,” you said, as if he needed reminding, and you could just barely make out his nodding before you dipped down to press your lips to his and swallow his moan when you slowly swirled your hips to grind against his bulge. If anybody back home knew you were so ready to go so far with him so soon, they would think so lowly of you, but you’d never cared less what people back home thought. Now you knew your love story had a deadline, a timer ticking down, and not to a happily ever after. There was no time to waste.

    You tossed your sunglasses into the sand, rolling from your back to your stomach and laying your head on your folded arms beneath you. It was a thousand degrees outside and you weren’t really looking to work on your tan, but what else was there to do? Soojung was supposed to meet you, and at least then you could go swimming with her, but she was already a half hour late.

    It was the first Monday after school got out for the summer, and the beach was packed. You ignored everybody you recognized from school, not seeing anyone you particularly liked, anyways. Kim Mingyu and Shin Sunwoo were splashing around in the water, and they were cute but they were also obnoxious, and you weren’t friends with them, barely even knew them. Mingyu and you had a class or two together every year, but had barely ever spoken.    

    You had just started to drift off into a very warm nap when you felt tiny drops of water hitting your back, and in your head, you cursed the weatherman for predicting clear skies all day. “They never get that shit right,” you grumbled, shifting your weight onto your palms to lift your upper body, and heard a familiar voice ask you, “What’d you say?”

    You looked over your shoulder at Mingyu leaned over you, drops of ocean water dripping from the ends of his hair onto your skin. Groaning, you reached up to push his legs, and watched him fall onto his ass with a satisfied smile before dropping down to get back to sleep.

    “Hey, stop,” he said, “you can’t fall asleep out here, I didn’t see you put sunscreen on or anything.” 

     You snorted at that, “What, like you were watching me?”

    “Well. Uh. Yes?” That was not what you expected to hear, and you felt wide awake now. Daring to look at Mingyu again, you were greeted by a shy grin. You’d never noticed before how his pointed canines peeked out like fangs, and you found it oddly endearing.

    “Do you even know my name?”

    “Of course I know your name, Y/N,” He said, with the most incredulous tone, but you wouldn’t have blamed him if he didn’t. You finally sat up to face him, and somehow kept your eyes from wandering to his chest and abs, soaked with water, shining in the sunlight. It was truly a feat to admire.    “Ok, then why were you watching me?”

    “Because you were laying here alone, and we’ve never really talked before, and I’ll be honest, your butt looks really cute in those bikini bottoms.” You fought a blush, and the words didn’t sound as gross in his sweet voice, didn’t make you want to punch his teeth out, either.

    “Well, your butt looks pretty cute in your trunks,” you told him, and God only knows where the bravery came from to even throw in a wink. You and Mingyu talked for hours, and when Sunwoo came over to ask if Mingyu was coming over to eat, he was waved off without so much as a glance. You didn’t even notice when Soojung arrived and saw you with him, and headed over to somebody else she knew instead of interrupting the two of you.

    “That’s hilarious that you think so, Y/N, but I know that I can eat more tteokbokki than you can,” Mingyu insisted, and if he listened hard enough he would have heard the gears in your head turning, churning up the best bet you could think of, knowing he was wrong. Maybe you’d have him streak across the beach tomorrow, or climb onto the roof of the watchtower.

    “Then you’ll have to prove it,” you challenged him, “tomorrow. We’ll meet here and get some from the snack bar and see who is the Tteokbokki Eating Champion.” Mingyu immediately accepted, smile wide, and you thought to yourself that that was a smile you could get used to seeing.

    He offered to drive you home when it started getting dark, but you wound up in another long conversation as you were walking towards the car, and ended up lapping the entire length of the beach a few times before you felt too tired to go on anymore. When you passed the playground for the fourth time, you beelined towards its gate, and Mingyu followed.

    You ignored the jungle gym, the monkey bars, and the slide, and found yourself perched on a swing, as any normal person would choose. Instead of sitting on the swing beside you like you expected him too, Mingyu walked behind to start pushing you. You ignored the goosebumps that rose as you felt his hands on your skin for the first time.

    “Y/N, what do you wanna do after high school?” You couldn’t say that you’d thought much about it. A lot of kids were desperate to leave town, but you loved it here, and had just expected to work at your parents’ restaurant instead of thinking of what you would actually like to do.

    “I’m not sure,” you admitted, “I just…want to be happy.” Mingyu gave an affirmative hum. You talked to him about anything either of you could think to ask the other, getting to know him like you’d never expected to, telling him things you’d never told anybody, not even your closest friends. Something about Mingyu made you feel so at ease. It was when he grabbed the chains and abruptly stopped your swing, leaning over to grin down at you over the stupidest pun you’d just told, that it occurred to you for the first time: you could fall in love with this guy.

    You could be happy with him.

    Mingyu & Y/N 4E. You brushed your thumb lovingly over the words, and even though you tried not to, thought of that morning that he left. You’d fallen asleep in the watchtower, and when you woke up, he was long gone. The sounds of the first beachgoers cars pulling into the parking lot and excited kids yelling as they ran towards the water twinkled into your ear, and you couldn’t even feel angry that he’d left you here. He had a train to catch, after all, and you only lived a few blocks away. Your tote bag had been sitting on one of the steps, and as you grabbed it to sling over your shoulder, you noticed a little note placed delicately on top of it.

    I’ll never forget falling in love with you this summer.

    You’d kept that note for a long time—it was folded up in your wallet right now. You plucked it from it’s pocket and held it out over the railing, then watched it slowly drift down to the waters surface. It floated there for a minute, before a gentle wave came to carry it away.

    It had taken a long time to accept Mingyu’s decision, but you’d always known that you’d never ask him to give up on his dreams for you, that life would go on after he left. You had to believe that one day you’d have a happy life, even without him in it, and you had to believe that he’d be happy, too. Seventeen had been doing well, winning award after award, every comeback seeming to top the last. You liked them, and it wasn’t just because of the voice that you missed, that you could only hear in song or during interviews now.

    You made the trek back to your car, and decided that you wouldn’t come back to this beach for awhile. One day you’d bring your kids here and they wouldn’t look like him, at all, and you’d buy them ice cream and tap their noses with it, and you’d give them kisses underwater, and you’d push them on the swings and maybe even show them your name carved into the railing on the watchtower. 

    You’d tell them that it was worth it to fall into a love that will never last.    

    And you’d remember the boy with bronze skin and the wolfish grin, and hope one day somebody could make them as happy as he made you, even if it was just for one summer.

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Watching SU for the first time: Season 4 ep 11~15 (part 2)

This post reacts to Season 4 episodes 113~15 (Gem Heist/The Zoo/That Will Be All).

I feel like my brain’s got a blue screen of death... jfc

Gem Heist

-*’I have a bad feeling about this’ intensifies*

-THERE’S A FUCKIGN RED EYE

-WTF?? AMETHYSTS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THAT BIG??

-NO WONDER JASPER CALLED AMETHYST A RUNT, BUT SERIOUSL, I LIKE SHORT AMETHYST BETTER, THIS IS SO UNCOMFORTABLE

-How the hell are they not able to see through the window from outside

-WHY DOES THE AMETHYST SOUND LIKE JASPER

-who the fuck is that cat ear haired dudette and why won’t she stop punching people

-This is so uncomfortable

-Sapphires must be pretty high-ranking in Homeworld society

-I never liked the homeworld society and I don’t like it now. Fucking hierarchy and bullshit.

-Are those jail cells

-i still haven’t gotten over that hair

-Please hold it together Ruby

-That does bring up the question, do gems speak English or is there some TARDIS translation circuit shit going on in there, like the CG’s can communicate with humans because they’ve been on Earth and there linguistics immediately adapted to their environment, but the gems in the zoo have never been exposed to Earth surroundings and therefore cannot understand the language of a native?

-I only just realized the zoo ship looks like those diamonds people put on rings.

-Oh and hold it together Amethyst...

-FUCKING RUBY

-HOLD IT TOGETHER RUBY

-Maybe it only opens for diamonds?

-I W A S R E A L L Y E N J O Y I N G T H E T O U R

-The gem at the back of Holly’s head makes her look like she has a permanent drop of cartoon sweat

-”NO RUNNING IN MY LOBBY”

-*shouts “WE DO NOT RUN OR SHOUT IN THESE HALLWAYS”* sounds legit.

-”Assimilation bay”? Assimilation:  the act or process of assimilating, or of absorbing information,experiences, etc. Assimilate:  to take in and incorporate as one's own; absorb ...Uh oh.

-HEY PERIDOT I FOUND YOUR FINGERS

-Reminds me of that one time I took an MRI scan. It was really loud and sounded uncannily like hardstyle music. Scanning with sick beats.

-STEVEN DON’T GIVE IN TO THE HUMILIATION

-But seriously what’s with the undressing that’s disturbing

-and there’s a giant eye watching

-Me too Steven, me too. Loincloths are one of the worst human inventions to ever exist. And now you look like some farmboy from medieval Japan.

-HE’S NOT OLD ENOUGH FOR FUCKING EAR TAGS

-Welcome to space Hawaii.

-”Your weird appearance, your strange jewels... I know what you are. YOU’RE HIPPIES!"

-the fuck

-did that episode seriously just cut off there

-I will now put my voice, specifically trained in the ways of the Whovians to scream the name of Moffat, to an unconventional use, to scream...

-REBECCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!1!!!!11!!

-*insert JonTron saying “What, What the fuck”*

The Zoo

-SKIP THE THEME SONG

-’TIS A PRETENTIOUS FACADE OF RAINBOWS AND FLOWERS PLANTED TO DISGUISE THE INFERNO THAT IS CURRENTLY TAKING PLACE

-Space Hawaii... with Minecraft grass.

-”Gareg”

-That name sounds kinda Star Wars-y

-And now I have conflicting feelings about the zoos we have on Earth, I mean, is that what animals think of zoos, but only way worse? No grass, no trees, just concrete and spectators? (I mean, some zoos are really nicely set up but others are not so good.)

-Annnnd introducing people from all over the world. KIDNAPPED humans.

-Now imagine Steven freeing all those humans and bringing them to Earth and Peedee just waking up and going to work one morning to find 20+ people in loincloths chanting “The buts, the bits”

-What the fuck, glowing earpieces

-For a moment I thought it was gonna say some 1984 shit “WAR IS PEACE. FREEDOM IS SLAVERY. IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.”

-Well that still sounds like brainwashing to me

-MINECRAFT FRUIT

-MINECRAFT QUILT GRASS

-Reminds of the scene in Kungfu Panda 3 where all the pandas roll downhill.

-HOW THE FUCK IS THAT VOICE WATCHING

-SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING THEY’RE DOING

-I BET IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT SPACE EYE

-IT REMINDS ME OF THE CYBERMEN EARPODS FROM DOCTOR WHO SERIES 2

-*WHAT THE FUCK INTENSIFIES*

-”What if I don’t want to smell the flowers?” Then you will be EXTERMINATED.

-But seriously, this is really unsettling.

-By “refreshing bath” you mean sitting dramatically in a fountain with all your clothes on

-Without even wetting your hair

-CANNONBAAAAAAALL

-”Raised in captivity”

-That sun is really bugging me for some rea-WHAT THE FUCK

-I kid you not, I legitimately yelled “WHAT THE FUCK” when it started eclipsing

-I thought it was gonna turn into a giant eye or something holy shit

-Now it just reminds me of the night light in Bo’s room on Spirited Away

-How the fuck do they all get tired at the same time and how do they not get tired or bored of the same routine (from what I gather) every day. There is something seriously wrong with this. Or it’s just because they were indeed raised in captivity and i’m just overreacting.

-”I sure am tired from doing a whole lot of nothing”

-”It’s the door!”

 -I mean there were literally like three banana leaves covering it

-That’s creepy

-you sure Greg, Steven has superhuman stregth, he can punch an arcade robot out of its stall...

-Maybe they just assume everyone’s asleep at night and don’t care what happens

-The WHAT?

-This is ominous

-U12, F3... they’re fucking numbered

-Wait but why do gems use human alphabets

-”choosened”  Much grammar. Such wow.

-Wait is this some sort of breeding ritual  Is this how those humans were born in the first place

-what the fuck

-THE FUCK

-what the fuck

-fucking fuck

-what the FUCK

-GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN, THE DOOR IS OPEN

-Amethysts working emotional support.

-So do they understand zoo humans but not Greg/Steven, or does it work differently?

-uh oh

-shit

That Will Be All

-*bad feeling intensifies even more*

-*Han Solo voice* I’ve got a baaad feeling about this.

-Well at least they’re out of the enclosure

-Are those Jaspers

-in... boxes??

-Are soldier gems usually kept in cat towers?? How do they even get up there?

-NOOO AMETHYST

-THANK FUCKING GOODNESS you had me scared there for a moment

-Like, thank fucking goodness. I’d really hate it if Amethyst went through even more shit than she already did.

-SKINNY JASPER

-LOL WUT

-what the fuck

-*in that screaming voice when you turn a corner in a horror game only to find the same monster that’s been hunting you down for the last twenty minutes patiently waiting for you* THEY’RE STILL THERE

-those cat tower holes are supposed to look like Kindergarten holes.. so that’s what they do?? Just stand in there??

THEY WERE EAVESDROPPING

-Except Ruby. She was prepared to punch someone.

-Who bubbled all these gems that look nothing like the one in my belly?

-”Oh no I’m crying, the enemy is near”

-WHAT THE FUCK

-Good to see YD lost some of that neck

-And apparently her trench coat/skirt thingy too

-*LOUD WALKING NOISES*

-Like seriously the diamonds are fucking HUGE ASS FUCKING GIGANTIC WTF

-Well, so much for the guy who theorized that Yellow Diamond is not huge and that Yellow Pearl is just tiny.

-I’m surprised that the pearls didn’t get accidentally squished already

THAT FUCKING SMUG ASS FACE

I cOulDn;T heLP MYSELFF

-AND NOW I’M CACKLING LIKE MAD

-I WAS CACKLING ALL THE WAY WHILE I WAS PHOTOSHOPPING THIS AND I AM SO GLAD I WAS ALONE AT HOME

-(Except for my dog. maybe he thinks I’m crazy now/)

-Anyway, back to the episode.

-destroy the WHAT NOW?

-Wait, did Homeworld bubble all the Rose Quartzes because of the one that defected?

-”Pearl, do something. Sing for her.”  Yellow Pearl: “someBODY-”

-Yellow Pearl: “NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN”

-Yellow Pearl: “What is love, baby don’t hurt me, baby don’t hurt me no more”

-Yellow Pearl: “Turn down for WHAT”

-Yellow Pearl: “bobok bok  bok bok  bokbok bok bokbok  bobok bok  bok bok bokbok YEE”

-Yellow Pearl: “And I said HEYYEYAAEYAAAEYAEYAA “

-Yellow Pearl: “ROUND AND ROUND LET THE CITY TURN, PARTY IN THE HILLS WE CAN PARTY IN THE BURBS”

-Yellow Pearl: “SIE SIND DAS ESSEN UND WIR SIND DIE JAGER”

-Yellow Pearl: “wE, ARE THE CRYSTAL GEMS”

-Now I want a compilation of Yellow Pearl singing ridiculous things

-maybe I will make them myself.. but I only have Windows Movie Maker

-Shh, Steven, don’t sing along.

-HOLY FUCK IT’S THE SONG

-Makes sense that YD’s voice actor is a musical actress.

-AWW THEY’RE ON HER HANDS

-why do those pearls have such squeaky voices

-it’s certainly something different to see the main antagonist’s feelings being shown, and having her own song that isn’t about conquering and being evil, instead they’re shown to have feelings and caring about their friends and lost ones.  I like that.  Steven Universe makes it hard to really hate any character, because none of them are one-dimensional, they all have their own stories and personalities, there’s more sides to them than their first impressions.

-(I’m silently kinda thinking it would have been even more better if it was a duet but hey what we already got is great in itself)

-fucking holly agate

-dictionary agate

-Ruby is discomforted

-AND I GET WHY. THEIR PLAN’S ABOUT TO BE BLOWN

-o shit o shit o shit o shit o shit o shit o shit oshit

-DAMN BLUE DIAMOND WENT FROM GLOOMY TO EDGY SASS IN 0.1 SECONDS FLAT

-And Yellow Diamond just standing there like ‘wtf is going on’

-PHEWWWW

-I hope we get to see more of them in the future, it’ll be an interesting story arc. I’m curious as to what their positions and roles will be in the upcoming episodes.

H A HA H A

K we buds now? cool

-And to think I thought they were gonna be like purple Jaspers

I’m going ‘shit shit shit shit shit’ but at the same time I’m laughing so hard I can hear my ribs cracking

-*SILENCE*

omfg

-wtf she uses a whip too

-GARNEEEEEEET

-SHOWDOWN

-THAT COLLECTIVE FUCKING “OOOOOHHHHHH”

-DAMN PEARL THAT’s SAVAGE

-DAAAAYUMMMM

“U GOT BURNED M8″

Are all diamond ships arms? What is it with gems and arms anyway?

-It’s strangely aesthetic, though.

-Also, SHIP COLORS CORRESPOND TO GEM COLOR.  Does this mean that Peridot was the leader of the mission after all, since her ship was green like her?

-Phew, safe return to Earth.

-smol cinnamon roll and his dad are safe.

-OR ARE THEY *OMINOUS END CREDITS MUSIC*

-OKAY

-So... that happened.

-IT FUCKING BROKE ME and now I’ll go watch the rest of Doctor Who series 9 to get even more broken