#in her own words she is neither edgy sexy or cool

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that viral tweet about clothes looking dead on Taylor made me sooooooo angry tbh. the writer can meet me in the pit.

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Juleka X Nathaniel, Prompt 4.

Hey, remember when you made this steamy prompt request months ago? Because I do. Also remember when I used to answer requests with mere 2-3 page drabbles? Haha yeah, me neither.

Enjoy!

Nathanaël leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed as hewatched the various class elects have their pictures taken. Currently up infront of the camera were the star couple, Adrien and Marinette, wearingcomplimentary outfits that the brunette had designed herself to be featured inthe yearbook under the title Most likelyto appear on the cover of a fashion magazine (again!). Nino rapid firesnapped pictures as the blonde surprised his girlfriend with a kiss on thecheek, eliciting a fit of giggles from her. Nathanaël couldn’t help but smile.They were way too cute.

He wished he and Juleka could be cute like that.

Deep black and purple moved at the corner of his eye and heturned to see Juleka walking through the door. He immediately raised a hand infriendly greeting.

“Hey, Jule, you look fantastic!” While many things about theyoung woman might have changed over their years in school together, her habitof being easily flustered certainly hadn’t. Cheeks turning adorably pink, shelooked down at the ground and rubbed her arm nervously.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, voice barely audible behind the curtainof purple and black hair that fell in her face. He also thought he heard a ‘youtoo’ on the end of that, but he couldn’t be sure.

“Is that skirt new?” he asked, hoping to make her feelcomfortable enough to look him in the eye again. He had been friends with hersince middle school, and they had always shared a special bond as the classhipsters, but getting her to warm up in any conversation was always a bit of aprocess. Not that he minded—her company once he cracked the shell was wellworth the wait.

“Oh, not exactly…” She glanced down at her outfit as shespoke. She looked absolutely perfect for the occasion, sporting black combatboots that had silver studs on them, black lace stockings that went up to herthighs, a frayed black skirt with some purple layers underneath poking through,a front-laced black corset top, and her signature black lace arm socks. And totop it all off (literally), she had a mini purple and black top hat pinned perfectlycrooked atop her head. “I’ve had a lot of this for years, I just…only take itout for special occasions.” She glanced up at him and he met her eyes with whathe hoped was an easy smile.

“Well you look perfect. And we match! Well, color schemes atleast.” While he hadn’t adorned himself so formally, their outfits definitelycomplimented each other what with his black converse, black ripped skinnyjeans, black tank top, and purple and black plaid flannel. He had even switchedout his earrings, snake bites, and eyebrow piercing for black studs rather thanthe gold he usually wore. Together they looked like the perfect hipster couple.

Juleka appraised him then, and subtly frowned. There it is, he thought, recognizing thewheels turning in her head. “Hold on,” she said, reaching up to slip her handsunder the shoulders of his flannel. Her hands were cold on his skin as she slidthe article down his arms, removing it completely. He swallowed back a suddenlump in his throat and told himself that the goose bumps on his arms were fromthe cold and definitely not her touch.

Then he stiffened up as she stepped closer to him to reacharound his waist. “It’ll look better like this,” she said, tying the sleeves ofthe flannel around his hips. He was thankful for her intense focus in that momentallowing his nervousness at her proximity to slip by. She took a step back andlooked him over and he hoped he didn’t look too obviously into her.

Because truth be told, he was really into her. And had beenfor a very long time, but just couldn’t express it. He’d all but danced withjoy when he’d find out he’d be taking yearbook photos with her, excited tospend even those fifteen minutes posing with her.

“Alright, Most likelyto be featured on a Hot Topic ad, two minutes!” Alya called, looking overthe Adrinette pictures with Nino. Nathanaël watched as the beautifulgothic girl before him visibly paled—which was really saying something honestlybecause her skin was insanely pale to start off with.

“Jule? What’s wrong?”

“Pictures,” she mumbled, looking down at the ground again. Shecontinued to mumble something that sounded worried, but he couldn’t quite makeit out, until suddenly she said, “I can’t do this,” and turned to leave. Beforehe could even think about it, he had snatched her hand, holding her back.

“Wait, Juleka! Don’t leave!” She didn’t make to pull herhand away, but she also didn’t look convinced, so he didn’t let go. “I knowphotos have had a tendency to wrong you in the past, but these pictures areyour turn to shine! You can bet that Alya sure as hell won’t let us leave untilshe has perfect photos of us for the yearbook. And besides, I wouldn’t dare letyou look bad in a picture with me—one of us has to look pretty.” He wasdelighted to see her giggle at that. Only a little bit, but it was therenonetheless. “Please stay? I’ll be right here with you the whole time.”

She looked up at him, big bright amber eyes searching him. “I’mreally nervous, Nath.”

He gave her hand a comforting squeeze. “Don’t be. If needbe, I’ll distract you.” Her lips—flawless and sharp under black lipstick—curledup in a small smile then.

“You will?”

He grinned. “Absolutely. I’ll whisper dumb things in yourear the whole time so you forget we’re even here.”

“Nath! Jule!” Alya called.

He squeezed her hand again. “What do you say?” She lookedinsanely nervous, but at least she was holding eye contact. She nodded.

He smiled and, still holding her hand, led her over to standin front of the cameras.

“Damn, you two look perfect,” Alya remarked.

“Seriously, Jule, you look like a gothic queen,” Nino added.Said queen bowed her head with a mumbled ‘thank you’ and hid behind her hair.

“Okay first off,” Alya called, “classic yearbook photo,smile for the picture!”

Nathanaël was amazed then as Juleka naturally slid in next to himwith an arm around his waist so he could drape his arm over her shoulder,smiling at the camera. His thumb mindlessly stroked the smooth, cool skin ofher shoulder—a habit he’d carried for years—and he noticed her fingers closearound the fabric of his tank top, the sensation doing way more to him than itshould have.

“Distract me,” she whispered.

He leaned his head down the slightest bit so his mouth wasnear her ear. “Want to know a secret?”

“What?”

“I’ve never stepped foot in a Hot Topic.”

And there it was. Juleka whole-heartedly laughed, elicitinga series of furious camera clicks. “You’re kidding,” she chuckled, trying tohold still.

“Nope. Do you think I’ll lose my hipster license if I tellanyone?”

“Nath, you just told me.”

“Are you going to take away my hipster license?”

“Your secret is safe with me,” she said, glancing up at himat just the right moment for him to catch her gaze. They shared a smile thenand he tried not to let it go to his head. More camera clicks. That image musthave looked as good as it felt.

“Okay, let’s get some dramatic poses,” Alya directed. Shecame forward then, not hesitating to grab their limbs and pose them like livingmannequins. Next thing he knew, Nathanaël had his arms around Juleka’s waist,standing right behind her with his chin resting on her left shoulder.

He tried not to get too excited holding her like that. Itwas like a classic prom photo, and her figure was so soft and perfect in how itfit smoothly against him. Alya moved Juleka’s arms to rest comfortably on topof his own and again he shivered at the touch of her cold hands—but not in abad way.

“Great,” Alya said, “now don’t smile. Try to look edgy, likean actual Hot Topic ad.”

“How do I look edgy?”Juleka whispered.

“Think of murdering Nino,” he replied, but that only madeher look up at him in concern. “Okay, strike that. Think of something thatwould actually make you commit murder.”

“What makes you think I would ever want to commit murder??”she vehemently whispered.

“Oh come on, everyone’s got something.” She whined, at aloss. “Oh, I know. Remember when Chloé tore up Rose’s letter to Prince Ali?” Hecouldn’t see her then, but based off the sudden surge of camera clicks, he knewit had worked. He could barely make out her words as she angrily mumbled underher breath and he had to remember to keep looking edgy rather than laughing.

“Perfect, perfect, now we’re going to take advantage of yourroyal look a bit here,” Alya said as she repositioned their arms. “Channel thesultry queen inside you, Juleka.”

He could feel her heart rate pick up through her back pressedagainst his chest. “W-What?” she asked as Alya experimented with arm positions.“S-Sultry?”

The director took a step back, appraising their pose.Nathanaël’sright arm remained coiled around Juleka’s waist, her own right arm drapedcomfortably over it. Her left arm, on the other hand, reached up so that herhand rested on the side of his face, and his own left hand was wrapped gentlyaround her wrist. It was…well it was quite a pose, that was for sure. “Don’teven worry, girl, you look sexy as hell.”

“B-But—,”

“Perfect!” she interrupted, walking away.

“Nath, what do I do? I don’t know what she wants.” But hedid. He had seen plenty of the kind of ads Alya was going for. She wanted himto be absolutely enthralled in Juleka—not that he really had to try—and for herto own it. That would take a bit morework.

“Think of it this way,” he said, keeping his voice low. Hetilted his head then and forgot about the camera, speaking directly into herear. “You are my queen.” He heard her breath hitch in her throat. “I live toserve you.” Her palm rested down flat against his cheek, the tips of herfingers just barely reaching up into his hair. “I am one hundred percentcompletely at your mercy.” He felt her sink into him, their bodies almostseeming to meld together. “Now look at the camera,” he whispered, his voicecoming out thick, “and let the whole world know that you own me.”

She drew in a deep breath, and as she let it out slowly, hecould feel her sudden shift indisposition. It was more than just the way the fingers of her right hand tightenedtheir grip on his arm or the way her left hand moved up further into his hairto take a slightly possessive grip at the back of his neck or even the way shetilted her own head back just the slightest bit to lean into him. It was in theair surrounding her. The way she breathed, the way she stood, the way she existed screamed control, power, andabove all—he had to force out a shuddering breath at this—seduction.

He didn’t have to act in that moment like he wanted toabsolutely ravage her. Despite his better judgment, his grip on her waisttightened just the slightest bit and he found himself somehow gravitating evenfurther into her, as if that was possible. She didn’t move away though. Quitethe opposite, she seemed to sink even more into him, drawing in a deep breaththat had her breasts swelling underneath her, perfectly perked up under hercorset.

“Alright, that’s great you two!” Alya’s voice called,snapping him back to reality. He felt Juleka’s demeanor shatter along with his.

…Oh he was so screwed.

Want to thrust afanfic idea onto someone else? Gimme!

[eris0330]

Meet me halfway

Pairing: NamjoonxReader

Genre: Fluff

Sequel to  From the other side

Sum: After reaching the top 10 international music list, with your song that you collaborated with BTS. Parting ways was harder than you had thought, but his number was locked upon your phone. Texting daily, you got to know him better, to fall in love. But did he feel the same? You have only met once, doing the collaboration. Now that BTS has gotten more recognition in the US, they have announced their Wings tour. Another chance, to meet again.

Word count: 3k

A/N: People keep asking me why I don’t use “10 pm” instead of “22:00”, to put it simple, I’m mostly familiar with military time (24-hour clock).

00:59 Namjoon: We’re on the plane now, I’ll call you when I arrive :) Read 01:02

01:03 Y/N: You should get some sleep, it’s already past midnight. Jet lag is a bitch haha Read 01:04

01:06 Namjoon: It is? You should get some sleep too Read 01:08

01:07 Namjoon: But we both know, you don’t need that beauty sleep. ;) Read 01:08

01:09 Y/N: You are one hell of a smooth talker haha Read 01:10

01:11 Namjoon: On a serious note though, get some rest. I don’t want to be the reason to keep you awake, when you got an interview tomorrow Read 01:13

01:14 Y/N: Getting rid of me already….? What if I like staying up to chat with you? Read 01:15

01:16 Namjoon: Health is important, you owl haha Read 01:17

01:16 Namjoon: I like talking to you, but I’m more concerned of you getting rest. The connection is probably bad too, thousands of miles up in the sky Read 01:17

01:18 Y/N: You’re right… I’ll go sleep then.. Read 01:18

01:18 Namjoon: Night, Princess :p Read 01:19

01:19 Y/N: DO YOU KNOW HOW CRAZY THAT MAKES ME WHEN YOU CALL ME THAT Draft

01:19 Y/N: Night, Joonie :) Read 01:20

Throwing your phone across the bed, you sighed deeply. Rolling around on the queen size bed, you felt the butterflies in your stomach, trying to rip through the meat and fly away. Ever since your date after the collaboration talk, you have been in contact, even when he went back to South Korea. It’s not that you didn’t talk to the other boys, but Namjoon was better at English, not to mention he IS your celebrity crush. Does he still remember? It has already been a year, since you formed a decent friendship. Calls on skype in the morning, when he’s about to sleep, hearing his snoring on the other end. His mumbling of Korean, that you can’t figure out what means. His bad jokes and excuses of breaking another pair of sunglasses. Calling for help and update on composing, to hear YOUR opinion. Namjoon, made you crazy. He made you fall in love, and without even touching you. You recapped the dinner you had, not surrounded by fans and the only attention, was the way your heart strings got pulled when he spoke.

Grabbing the pillow from the side, you screamed into the white puffy sheet.

“I can’t believe him!”

You have met a lot of celebrities that decided to hit on you, but only gave bad results. But Namjoon, was something special. A gentleman, but goofy. Protecting your friendship, you never confessed that you had more than just a ‘crush’ on him. You were scared, he would find you weird, of already having feelings for him. The only connection to him, was through your phone.

“I love you, fool” You mumbled into the pillow, feeling your eyes dwell on the tiredness.

“What does it feel like to reach the charts, another milestone reached?” The blonde-haired interviewer asked, blinding you with her white toothpaste smile. You smiled lovingly, indulging the moment.

“Yeah, another milestone. Though, I could never do it without BTS” You responded, receiving a significant nod from her.

“Do you still talk with BTS?” Another question, making a cloud form in your heart. Bighit had been telling you to be careful, mentioning your relationship with the boys. Any word, could result in madness.

“We keep in touch of the charts together” You bluntly answered, making the interviewer furrow her brows, before she clapped her hands.

“I’m wishing you good luck in the future, and I’m hoping to see you again here” She commented, smiling the same kind of boring smile, before she let you wave goodbye to the crowd.

Your celebrity life was getting boring, not that you didn’t love making music. But everything seemed so dull, getting outside of the building. Keeping the same smile plastered, reaching the car to move further through your schedule. Interviews, shows, concerts and same kind of faces. Your life, was only work. You dreamed of the days, you could walk down the street, window shopping and talk with your friends. Not thinking, about your actions but had an enjoyable time. The adventure and thrill.

Getting inside the black car, your manager tapped on his phone before sitting beside you. His mouth forming words, telling more about your schedule. Your brain usually washed his mouth, only wanting to hear a ‘you got free time’. You never wished to let work, be something you hated and soon, you felt it was drifting the wrong way. Your phone buzzed, driving by the Hollywood sign. It didn’t take you long, to pick it up, seeing the name displayed.

“Namjoon” You whispered with a smile, hearing the wind slapping the speakers.

“Y/N” He responded, hearing his mouth form into a smile. The boys making noise in the background, before you heard his voice again. “What’s your schedule after 22:00?”

Considering the question, you looked upon your manager, before shrugging off to ask. “Nothing” Responding firmly, not risking a time with Namjoon to meet, fail.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at The Hollywood Roosevelt hotel. Don’t wear anything too fancy” His dark voice booming in the speakers, making your ears burn.

“How did you know, I was staying at that hotel?” You questioned, hearing a light chuckle. “Social media, knows everything” He responded, receiving another giggle from your side.

“Where are you taking me, Mr. Mysterious Kim?” You teased, feeling your giddy side tickle your throat. “You’ll see” It’s not that you hated his subtle and mysterious side, but thought it was rather sexy. It wasn’t the same, when he texted it, but rather found him teasing.

“Can’t wait.” You whispered. “Me neither” His words making your butterflies erupt louder and harder, wanting to stab yourself out of the feelings.

“I have to go, see you later Princess” He finished, making you almost scream. The sound of the end of a call, echoing inside your head. Replaying the pet name, making you blush furiously.

“Y/N, did you hear me?” Your manager interrupting, making your blush cool down, before his knitted brows got stuck forever. “Yeah, totally” You chuckled, acting the best you could and hope it wasn’t important. His brows raised, knowing your habit of drifting away into wonderland, when people spoke.

“No… I didn’t” You admitted, exhaling as he smiled, erasing the sharp expression. “I figured. Anyways, you have an interview tomorrow at 10.” He responded, tapping on his phone again. You sighed, but felt better, knowing you were going to see Namjoon after a year, taking you on adventure.

With your light blue ripped jeans and flannel packed tightly around your waist. The black top, making it look more edgy and cute curls falling to your chest. Your makeup was decent and light, making it look like any daily look. Your phone squeezed down into your pocket comfortably, and keys in the other, you rushed down the stairs and outside. The summer breeze hitting your bare arms, making it able to not feel cold when the air was thick and comfortable. A car not far away, with a hand waving, you walked further to investigate. A brunette-haired man behind the wheel, with his significant cute smile, told you to get inside. The car was warm and windows down, as you settled in the brown leather seats.

“Jungkook!” You called, making him smile once again, before he drove further.

“How are you?” You questioned, before he bit on his lip. “Good.” He finally spoke, making your eyebrows furrow, unsure why the short answers. “Oh right…” Jungkook wasn’t fluent in English, making his short answers the easiest, without confusing you.

“That’s great, where is Namjoon?” You asked again, not even knowing where you were going. His hand pointing at the windshield, saying; “Hollywood” His short answers made you smile, but rather proud that he understood what you meant.

“I know he’s in Hollywood, but where are you taking me?” You asked yet again, receiving only the same answer. Giving up on further information, you put on some music. The songs of Ed Sheeran making Jungkook sing out loud, having you to harmonize beside him. Soon, the drive was over. On the top of a ‘mountain’, you examined the place before looking back at the driver.

“I don’t understand?” You explained, making him point towards the top. “Namjoon” He spoke, making you give him a perplexed look before proceeding to step out of the car. Jungkook driving away, resulting in you to only walk one way. It felt like an eternity, on the dark road with the stars shining. Not knowing, what was waiting. Your heart pounding, afraid of what could lay in the tall grass. Until you saw a figure in the dim light, in front of a fence. You thought it was a guard, before he spoke; “Took you long enough to get here, Y/N”

Your eyes lighting up with joy, running to feel his arms embrace you and his warmth growing. Squeezing harder, finally feeling his body close to your own. His oversize grey shirt, and black jeans with messy hair. You smiled upon, seeing his beautiful face again. “I can’t help I have a slow driver” You commented, making him chuckle lightly.

“So, where are we going?” You asked curiously, feeling him turn around to the fence. “Come” He explained, climbing over the tall fence, landing on his two feet looking through, to see your frozen state on the other side.

“Are you insane?? This is illegal!” You whispered, scanning the place for any guards. “Come on, are you a chicken?” He giggled, encouraging your dare devil. Feeling your feet tickle, you decided to climb over. Jumping from the high fence, to feel his arms catch you in bridal style. The same kind of hot sensation growing in your cheeks, made you look away and move from his touch. You couldn’t risk anything.

“Come, we’re soon there” He commented, before taking your hand in his. Dragging you across the grass, you arrived at a light. The sight of city lights and clubs, with cars driving by. The view, was beyond imagination. Namjoon settled himself on the white block, letting his legs dangle from the edge. Sitting beside him, you felt his hand squeeze yours. A thumb, stroking you palm afraid of breaking you.

“What do you think?” He asked, looking at the starlight’s on the sky. His dimples showing from his smile, making you adore him even more. “It’s incredible. You rebel” You answered, making his eyes find yours.

“We’re both rebels” He spoke, looking at the view again. His legs moving to the wind, as his shoulders fell to relaxation. “Why the Hollywood sign?” You asked, feeling the breeze move the tips of your hair to expose your collarbones.

“I wanted to see it. Someone told me, if you take a special person with you, it becomes more magical.” He explained, making your heart flutter. His hand holding tightly, while you tried to keep down your red tinted cheeks.

“And you believe it?” You dared to ask, making him look your way. Your face hidden to the side, not sure if you wanted to know. “No…” He responded, feeling your heart drop. The wind making your eyes water, or so you excused.

“But, it doesn’t matter when everything is magical, with you.” He spoke again, scooting closer. His thigh rubbing against yours, to let his hand find your chin. In a swift motion, you were faced a smiling man. His deep brown eyes, burning holes into your soul. The man, who took your heart.

“What do you mean?” You whispered, wanting to hear him say it. The words, you always have been waiting for. The resurrection, of intertwining love. His face coming closer, looking deeply at your tinted lips. His warm breath hitting your skin, waiting for the last signal.

“I love you.” He whispered, feeling his lips brush against your own. Slow and steady, with your heart racing like wild horses and clouded mind. Your hand finding way to cup his cheek, and feel his dimple. Moving further to his soft purple hair, making him purr against you. One last kiss, before letting go. Your eyes watering, still feeling the tingling cross your lips.

“I…love you too” You confessed, finally feeling the lid on your bottled feelings, blow away. This, was the moment you had been waiting for. “I thought I was crazy…” You continued to speak, making him chuckle.

“Why?”

“Because we have only met once” You explained, making his fingers intertwine with yours, feeling them fit like a glove. “You don’t necessarily, have to meet someone, to develop feelings. If you’re crazy, then I am too” He giggled, planting another kiss on your lips. Passionate and loving, a year separated was worth the wait, to hear.

“We’re crazy together” You whispered, leaning against his shoulder. His warmth growing on you, while the sound of cars driving by. The shooting stars passing, making you wish for more time together.

09:54 Namjoon: Last night, was the best Read 09:55

09:55 Y/N: I agree. Sad, we won’t be able to be more together this way Read 09:55

09:55 Y/N: Schedules are hectic and constant interviews. I COULD SLEEP LONGER IF IT WASN’T FOR THIS INTERVIEW Read 09:56

09:57 Namjoon: Don’t worry, one day Baby Read 09:58

09:58 Y/N: You are one hell of a charming man, Namjoon. Keep up with those pet names Read 09:58

09:58 Namjoon: You know, I am ;) Read 09:58

09:59 Y/N: I have to go, going on air soon. Sounds like there are more than one to this interview. Haven’t heard about it though, so I don’t know who it is?? Read 09:59

09:59 Namjoon: Don’t worry about it, probably some crazy man ;) Unread

“Welcome to Y/S/N and BTS Rapmonster!” You heard the interviewer calling your name, but froze hearing the other artist. The curtain disappearing, seeing the man you confessed your love to yesterday, was standing to greet the viewers.

“We heard about BTS’s arrival yesterday and was interested to hear, if there would be another collaboration track coming up?” The man in a grey suit and blue tie, with his slick hair pressed down. You seated beside Namjoon, receiving an approval of a smile.

“Thanks for inviting us, but we haven’t planned any new collaboration track, yet” Namjoon winked to the camera, making you look confused. Everything was confusing, what was he doing here? Your rehearsed lines in the hotel room, erased from your memory.

“Rapmonster, last year, Y/S/N announced her celebrity crush on The Ellen Show. Now, fans are curious, who is YOUR celebrity crush?” The question making you roll your eyes, knowing why. This interviewer, only wanted gossip. He only invited you, to create scandals and ruin your image. Not that you would hate going public, but it all sounded like fun and games, with that man.

“Y/S/N” Namjoon bluntly responded, making the crowd gasp. Your eyes widen and look to see his smile, smiling lovingly in your direction. If you were sitting, your knees would go weak to let you fall on the stage.

“How come?” The interviewer asked, making you feel slightly hurt. Weren’t you good enough?

“Y/N is a talented artist, in fact she is incredible in any way. She is bubbly and knows her boundaries, putting others before herself. I don’t think you can say it with words, or not enough words, to express how amazing she truly is.” Namjoon spoke, taking your hand in his. The crowd cooing and gasping, while cheers abrupted the room. His eyes finding yours, sending you joy through them.

“Also, I’m letting the ship sail. Y/N and I, are dating. In fact, we have a date to attend, so if you will excuse us” He finished, standing up from his chair. Dragging you along the stage, to find the exit. Producers and interviewer, looking for an excuse and laughing heartlessly of his pointless effort.

The sunlight burning your exposed skin, as Namjoon fetched a cab. Letting you step inside, before dragging his own body beside yours. Telling the driver for the direction, before he sighed loudly.

“Namjoon, this can ruin your image” You spoke, making him smile. His thumb rubbing the back of your hand and squeezing it, to secure your safety. “You’re worth it” He confessed, making you blush heavily.

“So, where are we going?” You asked curiously. “How do you feel about amusement parks?” He questioned, making you feel excited inside. Cupping his face, to plant multiple soft kisses to his big lips and puffy cheeks.

“Damn it, Namjoon. I don’t deserve you” You pleaded, letting his forehead fall against yours. “But I need you” He whispered, planting another kiss.

“I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too, Namjoon”

00:54 Hoseok: HE FINALLY DID IT Read 00:55

00:55 Jin: Took him long enough Read 00:55

00:56 Taehyung: I’m surprised he didn’t tell her sooner Read 00:56

00:56 Yoongi: The man never stopped talking about her Read 00:56

00:57 Jungkook: If he didn’t confess, I would totally try it out Read 00:57

00:58 Jimin: Maybe learn how to flirt first, or more importantly, speaking English without a buffer Read 00:58

00:58 Jungkook: LET ME LIVE Read 00:58