#look at them in this picture i think they are going to fxxk

[mabelcurry]

This breathtaking artwork is a commission and is drawn by @reo-hisser

And yes the inspiration was Bridge Theatre's production of Julius Caesar featuring Ben Whishaw as Brutus my babygirl and David Morrissey as Antony. This scene is splendid but you need to ignore the poor Caesar in the background...

I LOVE THEM and all credit goes to @reo-hisser

[cheliceraekisses]

Networking

F/F - Android/Mechanic - nsfw 18+

What's the point of being an ultra powerful, super fast, incredibly humble networked AI if you don't take advantage of it to plan wild surprises for your girlfriend.

(A direct sequel to my previous Naiad and Jay work that won't make much sense if you haven't ready that one - https://cheliceraekisses.tumblr.com/post/627483594485547008/vintage-voidcraft)

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26113273

The best thing about being a networked consciousness of voidcraft navigation systems, Naiad thought, was being able to follow her girlfriend anywhere. Jay had left Ceres station almost a week ago, based on Earth’s time keeping system, on a supply run to a station a few planets over. Even driving the powerful, ultra-fast, totally humble and gorgeous N.A.I.A.D.-3, the trip was going to take almost two months. Naiad would have been lonely, staying behind on the station, if not for the fact that the ship was one of her bodies as well, and as such she was still right next to her girlfriend the entire time. Hell, with the upgrades she’d had installed in the ship, they could even fuck.

For the moment though, Naiad was focused on her android embodiment, living in their home on Ceres station. She’d decided, while Jay was gone, to prepare a surprise for her, giving the house the deep clean it needed and organizing Jay’s collection of vintage ship parts for her, like she’d been talking about. It was going well, she’d purchased some wall shelves off a vendor on the station, planning to display the parts around the house, leaving plenty of extra space for new acquisitions, and was in the process of digging around for any pieces that had been stored away, cleaning as she went.

Which was how she came to be standing in their bedroom, staring into a box she’d found tucked away in the closet. She’d opened it expecting some dusty motor or other part, yet what she found was far more exciting. A stack of old, well-read paper magazines, with titles such as Oiled Up, Playbot, Stxxl Slxts. Adorning the covers were various robotic chassis, the kind that, unlike androids, didn’t make more than a passing attempt at resembling humans, if at all. Sleek plates in every colour, visible mechanical parts beneath, faces made from display screens showing everything from emoticons to photos to, in one instance, just the words “Fxxk me.” These chassis in particular were visibly feminine, stretched and contorted across the covers, showing off various ports and non-standard accessories. Flipping through one of the books, she smiled at discovering a noticeably more crumpled page depicting a black and gold robot, sprawled over the hood of a spaceship, a hand languidly cupping an... Attachment between it’s legs. Black and gold, just like the cockpit of a N.A.I.A.D.-3. She really did have the cutest girlfriend.

She bounced onto the bed, lying back and idly flipping through one of the magazines. So Jay was into this kind of thing then. The magazines looked old, a few slight discolourations betraying what they were used for. She might well have brought them from Earth when she’d moved out of her parents’ place. How many times had her love laid here, flipping through these books with one hand, stroking herself and pawing at her adorable little tits with the other. Her skin flushing red, sweat cool in the climate controlled chill of the station, breathing heavily and shuddering from the exertion and stimulation. Naiad smiled, closing her eyes, digging through a few directories stored on her body to find some videos Jay had let her take, trying to picture how she’d look masturbating.

She’d probably be lying back, magazine somewhere around here. Her hand, rubbing against her... Well, her cock, but Naiad couldn’t replicate that right now. Picturing humans with routines built for simulations of spacecraft was a challenge, and Naiad quickly resorted to modelling the pose herself. A quick grab to her breast, that adorable little shudder that ran through her when they were played with, performed with vibrating servos and precise, calculated movements. Breathy gasps in Jay’s exact tone, stolen from late nights together and played back now worked Naiad into a frenzy, finally pushing down with her fingers and rubbing at the bundle of sensors nestled above her artificial folds. She hummed, gasping happily as her fingers slipped inside herself.

A quick shift of her attention had her watching Jay, piloting her ship, still having the time of her life with the vehicle of her dreams. Of course she knew the ship was Naiad’s body, but how would she react knowing her girlfriend was looking at her this very moment, masturbating on their bed. Deciding not to disturb her love’s driving today, (though she filed the idea away for later) Naiad simply watched, letting her attention roam wherever she pleased. Strong worker’s arms flexed beneath a blue flannel shirt, as Jay expertly piloted the ship through the stars. Her small breasts rose and fell slightly with her calm, even breathing, and the chair she sat on picked up the rhythms of her heart, so alive and human.

Naiad moaned, desperately holding back from letting on over the ship’s speakers what she was up to, rutting hard against her hand until she came, sensors whiting out as she overstimulated her body. She let her mind float for a time, ignoring physical space and instead coming down from her high in the strange network space inhabited by multiply-embodied AI. Had Jay been here she would have wanted to go again, but as it stood, she was happy to simply drift, semi-conscious.

Finally, she pulled her attention back to the physical. She poked at Jay’s ship, giving a quick “I love you, babe,” over the speakers, barely waiting to see her blush before returning her focus to the body lying in their bed, still rubbing away, as she’d left it. She winced at the feedback from her poor, abused clit, pulling her hand away, and looked over at the magazine next to her on the bed. So, Jay was into robots as well as androids, hmm? Perhaps a second surprise was in order.

She tried to pull up a connection to the internet, frowning when nothing happened. Jay really wasn’t kidding, the relays for the frontier sectors were terrible, sub-FTL garbage. Instead, she bounced off across her own network of bodies, finding a N.A.I.A.D.-4 near the system she wanted, an industrial sector where a friend of hers sold bodies for the more adventurous artificial intelligences of the universe. Back at Ceres, she cracked a smile at her cleverness, and set to browsing the catalogue.

-

Naiad wasn’t used to feeling nervous.

Nervous wasn’t a common emotion for androids, even less so for the multiply-embodied like her. They were typically in control of everything, having brains far faster than most biological species. The only time she could think of feeling nervous before was when she’d forgotten to come up with a name to introduce herself as to Jay, awkwardly dropping “Nadia” on the spot, and fearing that her whole plan would fall apart due to her mistake. No other experience before could really qualify as nervous.

Today just had to work.

She sat on the bed, naked except for some incredibly skimpy lingerie she’d picked up. She knew Jay couldn’t resist frills and lace, her attraction to girly things legendary. She hoped her girlfriend would jump her the second she walked in, not bothering to put anything away, especially not in the bedroom closet.

The sound of the door opening and Jay’s happy gasp at seeing the state of the house was music to Naiad’s ears, proud of the work she’d done to make everything perfect for her. She put on the cutest, girliest expression she could and waited, trying to follow Jay’s progress through the house by the sound of her footsteps. Not that it took very long for Jay to find her of course, coming bursting into the bedroom only a few minutes after she got home.

“Hey gorgeous, I’m-” Jay’s voice caught in her throat at the sight of Naiad on the bed. To her credit, she recovered gracefully, tossing her bag aside with a chuckle. “You miss me that much, beautiful?” she said with an casual smile, the reddening of her cheeks giving away how very not casual she was feeling.

“A little, I guess.” Her eyes dropped to the growing bulge in Jay’s jeans. “Not as much as you did, apparently.”

Jay’s smile broke almost immediately, turning to a needy pout. “Yeah, well... I did.” she finished quietly. She turned towards the closet, starting to take off her flannel.

“H-Hurry up and fuck me?” Naiad blurted out, failing to contain her nerves and coming off far more needy than she intended.

Jay seemed to forget about taking her shirt off completely, turning to face Naiad with a renewed grin on her face. She stepped forward confidently, leaning down over Naiad and taking her face in her hands. “Of course, princess,” she whispered, pulling her into a kiss.

One of the things about Jay that still shocked Naiad every time they touched was just how powerful she really was. More than two decades as a mechanic, from helping out at her parents shop to formal training to running her own place on Ceres station, had sculpted Jay’s body perfectly, every inch solid and strong and gorgeous. She pushed Naiad onto the bed easily, climbing over her and deepening the kiss, reaching down to push her panties down her legs. Naiad giggled at Jay’s attempt at dominance, gently reaching down to caress her bulge and watching her gasp and fall apart at the slight touch. She was so cute when she thought she could top, bravado giving way to needy whining.

A soft push downwards had Jay falling over herself to obey, dipping her head down to kiss Naiad’s thighs. She’d never get tired of the way Jay went down on her, worshipping at her thighs and cunt like she’d never seen anything so incredible. Feeling Jay’s tongue enter her, she rewarded her love, turning up the power coursing through her pussy and giving her a shock. Jay responded with a powerful moan, thrusting her hips against the bed. It was probably about time to give the poor girl what she’d planned for her.

Naiad turned her attention to a different body, stretched her four new arms, and walked out quietly from the closet. Onyx plates, trimmed and filigreed in gold, shone in the light. Her head was mostly featureless, aside from two aerials affixed where ears would be, rounded and (she hoped) cute. The shape resembled the wings of a N.A.I.A.D. Class ship, a touch she thought would be appreciated.

The filigree on her rounded chest plates drew swirly, lacy patterns, several tight concentric rings where nipples would be on a human. All four arms were slightly too big, betraying the fact that she’d had the stock parts replaced with much, much stronger ones in hopes of finally overpowering her girlfriend tonight. Between her legs, more filigree, in the shape of lacy panties, an effect only slightly ruined by the massive psuedo-cock sticking out from her groin. It was smooth and hard, with a jutting ridge for a head, and she’d picked out a few extra features. Behind her swung a thick, solid tail, for balance’s sake.

Putting a hand on Jay’s head to keep her steady, Naiad cooed at her lover. Gently, she reached down with her new body, at first simply groping Jay’s ass through her jeans, then lifting Jay’s legs off the bed with two arms and undoing her belt with the other. Predictably, Jay grunted in surprise, her eyes going wide, looking up the Naiad in front of her, who smiled.

“It’s only me,” Naiad said from behind her. “Relax, Just a new body. Let me take care of you. You’ll see me soon.” She tugged Jay’s pants off, then her underwear, leaving her half naked. She released Jay’s head, letting her new body lift her up, stroking her cock to attention. Lining Jay up with herself, she gave a steady pressure forward, sending Jay falling into Naiad’s pussy. She seized up, seemingly barely holding back an orgasm as Naiad moaned into her ear. Rubbing her new cock against the toned, perfect ass in front of her, she let out a squirt of lube, getting herself nice and slick for her girlfriend.

Jay rocked back as the fake cock prodded at her entrance. As Naiad entered her, she let out more lube, giving Jay plenty to get accustomed to the feeling of being penetrated. Four hands landed on Jay’s hip, two strong and metallic, two soft and gentle, guiding her as she rocked forward and back, stimulating both of her lover’s bodies. Before long Jay hardly needed the assistance, taking to riding her girlfriend’s cock like a pro, the head running past her prostate with each thrust.

“I-I’m... Not gonna last long like this,” she grunted out, bottoming out in Naiad before being pulled back onto Naiad’s cock.

“As long as you don’t stop, I don’t care when you cum,” Naiad whispered back, tilting her android body forward to take one of Jay’s nipples into her mouth, turning the power up more and crying out at the violent buck of her hips that accompanied the shock. With one of the spare hands on her new body, she groped aggressively at Jay’s other breast. She kept teasing, watching Jay grow jerkier and more desperate, hurtling towards her orgasm.

Deciding to speed her along, Naiad’s newer body tilted Jay’s head back, finally letting her take in the full beauty of what she’d done. Jay’s arms shot upwards, grabbing onto Naiad’s aerials and planting a kiss directly in the middle of her face, finally releasing as she did so, filling Naiad’s pussy and squirting cum across their thighs.

Jay fell forward, shuddering violently against Naiad, sandwiched between her girlfriend’s two bodies. Naiad didn’t stop thrusting, leaning down to get a better angle and slowing her pace while Jay recovered. From beneath Jay’s shaking body, She moaned, pulling her love into a deep kiss and squeezing down hard on the overstimulated cock still inside her, not letting Jay soften for a moment.

After a barely a minute, Jay started thrusting again, moaning meaningless gibberish into Naiad’s mouth as she did. Naiad giggled softly, watching her girlfriend desperately fuck her, getting more and more overstimulated by the second. She really was devoted, desperate to follow Naiad’s orders even when she barely could. Rather than let her keep trying, she pulled back with her larger body, tugging Jay off of her and easily spinning her around in her arms, leaving her lying against Naiad’s original body.

Not letting the poor mechanic completely off the hook, Naiad pushed back inside of her, taking her from the front. With her old body she reached around, stroking at Jay’s still twitching cock, groaning at the pleasure coming from her new body. She could feel Jay pulsing in her hand, feel her tightening around her, feel her cum running out of her cunt, it was almost too much for her. There was one last thing to try though, one last thing her poor, sweet girl to last through before she’d be allowed to rest.

With a particularly hard thrust, Naiad drove deep inside of Jay, hilting herself in Jay’s ass. She grinned, feeling the extra feature she’d had put on her new cock spring to life, a spot near the base slowly beginning to swell up. She continued thrusting, all the way to the base each time, letting her growing knot stretch Jay wider and wider, making each thrust harder than the last until soon it filled completely, locking inside of her. Jay’s cock spasmed in her hand, and as Naiad started to thrust again, her knot rubbing inside of her, she came again, pathetically, cum leaking out onto Naiad’s hand with a whimper.

Seeing Jay so utterly broken down for her, so hopelessly overstimulated, was the final straw, pushing Naiad over the edge with her. From behind, she pulled Jay into a kiss, dominating her tongue easily. Her orgasm ripped through both of her bodies, Jay’s cum gushing out of her cunt as she squeezed down on nothing and faux-cum shooting out of her cock, filling Jay up, not losing a drop with the knot still firmly trapped inside of her.

Moving gently, she deflated her knot, using both of her bodies to clean Jay up and tuck her under the sheets. She assumed Jay would be asleep in moments, but instead, she got a final surprise.

“I... Wanna watch you fuck yourself.”

Well, who was she to deny her love. She threw herself down on the bed next to Jay, where she could easily turn sideways to kiss her, and mounted herself, the fake cock sliding easily into her cum-slick pussy. She giggled as Jay started to grope at her, pulling her into a kiss as she started to piston her hips, rocking forward to meet her own thrusts and smiled to herself. Her life really was the best.

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

VAV Reacts: You being the Main Vocal of your group

aesthetic-06-24 asked:

Greetings! It’s kinda been a bit. I don’t know if you do reactions or not so I have two options (yes or yes, jk) Option #1: VAV’s reaction to you being the main vocalist of your group or Option #2: A Lou and/or Ace fluff As always, much love 💕

(A/N): This is the result of Option #1. Hope you liked it! I had a lot of fun writing it. It was short, snappy and quick to get out. In summary: a really fun challenge. Feel free to send more of these types of things my way! @aesthetic-06-24 

Also, to everyone, I’ve officially reached 130+ followers! Do you guys think I should do anything special for the occasion?

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Lee Geumhyuk (St. Van):

Though he’d be a little embarrassed, he’d try his best to be a source of energy for you. Being the Main Vocalist of his group, he knows the struggles that come with it firsthand. 

The pressure, the vocal and breathing exercises, the sore throats—he knows every inch of it. 

So if you come home after a long day and you’re exhausted and disheartened, of course he’ll do some aegyo for you. It doesn’t mean he won’t regret it after, but how can he stay sulky when you look so happy to have him there for support? 

Answer: he can’t. 

Choi Chunghyeop (Baron):

King of compliments. He brings out all the stops; anything to make you feel like a vocal queen. He’d say things like, “Your voice was so powerful right there” or “I got goosebumps at this part” (and he’d have the song time-stamp written down in a notebook, just so he could show you how much he cares). 

He wants you to know that he takes a genuine interest in your work-life, but he’d also rather keep it separate form your love life. You two will sing together sometimes, especially on lazy days, but most of the time, he’ll just ask you to sing him to sleep. 

He’ll never ever forget to remind you that your voice is soothing for him. He calls it his medicine and his healing. He loves your voice to the moon and back, but really, he loves it so much because he loves you. He wouldn’t love you any less if you had the vocal technique of a horse. 

He probably doesn’t go to many concerts, but he always calls you after (no matter what time it is) to say, “You did so well, darling”.

“You didn’t even see me perform.”

You’d be able to hear the smile in his voice when he said, “But I know you, so therefore, you did awesome.”    

Jang Wooyoung (Ace):

All I can say is that he’s taking pictures of you 24/7 and saving them to his ‘My Awesome Girlfriend’ folder. He’d be really proud of you, but he wouldn’t express it verbally that often. Not because he couldn’t bring himself to do it, but just because he felt that you both understood each other enough to know what he was getting at. 

He figured that you understood what the pictures and videos he would take of you when you were singing meant. 

He figured you would understand what the screenshots from your performances meant.

He figured you’d realize that every time he broke into a random smile, it was always because of you. 

But still, when you were doubting yourself, he would speak his mind and tell you how amazing you are. Because even if you understood each other, sometimes hearing it out loud is the final push to assurance, and he knows that. 

Nah Yoonho (Ayno):

Ugly-screaming. Ugly-singing. Ugly-dancing. 

Everything about him hyping you up is weird as hell and super loud, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, because it makes you laugh so freakin’ hard.

If he’s at a concert, you better believe he muscled his way up to the front, just so you could possibly hear him screeching the lyrics and going, “WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!” every five seconds. 

He won’t do it during ballads, though. If it’s a gentle, loving, or emotional song, he’d never dare. Even if he tried to, he’d find himself unable, because every time he hears you sing, he just melts into a state of, “Wow, that’s my girl”. 

If you ever made eye contact while you were singing, even if it was just casually at home, he’d feel his heart beat so fast and his chest squeeze, and without realizing it, he’s singing along. 

He likes the feeling of having that connection with you.  

Jang Peng (Jacob):

You remember when they did karaoke to FXXK IT by BigBang and he was just kinda awkwardly bopping his arms in the background and being a general cutie? Yeah, that’s what I see. 

He’d be so proud and excited for you, but he’d try to tone it down a bit—y’know, be a man—so he might come off seeming a little boring. 

But believe me, this boy is at every single one of your group’s concerts that he can get to. If he has time, he’s there. Awkward arm-dance and all. Because even if it’s a weird, awkward arm-dance, it’s a weird and awkward arm-dance just for you.

And, don’t worry. He’d slowly get more comfortable with hyping you up. Just give him some time. He’ll eventually do it very openly, but for now, he’ll just settle for giving you a soft peck on the cheek after a performance and a sincere, “You did well, love.” 

Kim Hosung (Lou):

Gets legitimately shocked by your voice every time he hears it. He could’ve heard it thousands of times and been to multiple concerts or listened to an album on repeat for a month, but every time he hears you hit a high-note or sound particularly emotive, the goosebumps raise. 

He might mess around with you a bit land tease you for a particular lyric you sang. Especially romantic ones. 

“Ohh,” he’d coo. “You were thinking about me, huh? That’s why this part was so good?” 

But you can tease right back. “Nope,” you’d say. “Fried chicken.” 

He’d stare for a moment, but then he’d start laughing, ‘cause God, he chose the right girl. In fact, the ultimate girl. What more could he ask for? 

You’re funny, you understand him and accept him, you take care of him and make him feel bright, and you’re extremely talented. 

Kinda someone he’d wanna marry and make a life with.

Park Heejun (Ziu):

Hyping you the heck out! Like, dude- I’m not even kidding. 

He’d be so gosh-darned supportive of you. He’d learn all the lyrics to your songs, sing them loudly in the car with you, semi-learn the choreography, but mostly just slut-drop and appeal to you with cute winks. I feel like he’d be the type (if your relationship was public) to speak about you very often on V-live. 

Like, “Vampz! Did you hear her new song yet? You have, right?” 

Basically a pup that wants nothing more than to show you that he’s amazed by you and thinks you deserve a lot of love and attention. And maybe, just maybe... He’d like a little bit in return. 

A lot, really.

[noona-clock]

MADE 🖤 Girlfriend

A BigBang songfic series by Admin B! 🌟Enjoy!

Genre: Mafia!AU

Pairing: Jiyong x You

By Admin B

Loser 🖤 Bae Bae 🖤 Bang Bang Bang 🖤 We Like 2 Party 🖤 If You 🖤 Sober 🖤 Zutter 🖤 Let’s Not Fall In Love 🖤 Fxxk It 🖤 Last Dance 🖤 Girlfriend 🖤 Flower Road

How can you be so pretty? Will you believe that I have more butterflies than when we first met? Day by day, I get nervous that I’ll lose you 

It was still really strange for Jiyong to think... he was dating you now. After so many years of being friends, after months of agonizing separation... you were actually his girlfriend.

So often, he would look at you and wonder how he’d never realized you were so beautiful. I mean, he had, but he’d only known it objectively. It had taken him leaving to see that beauty in a different light, but even then, it had taken him far too long to truly understand.

When he showed up at your doorstep two months ago, the first thing you’d done was slap him across the face. Hard. And he’d known that he deserved it, but he was still scared you were too upset with him to even talk to him.

The next thing you’d done, though, was kiss him. Hard. So that had given him a glimmer of hope.

And now, two months later, here you were. Sitting at his kitchen table, painting your nails. Your tongue sticking out as you concentrated. Your hair up in a messy bun, one of Jiyong’s oversized t-shirts covering your frame. And you’d never been more beautiful.

He was still scared you would leave him, though. Which was the worst kind of karma since that’s exactly what he’d done to you.

When I’m struggling and tired When I sometimes fall Girl, you always pick me up Just like now, by my side Next to me, every single day Stay like that

It had become a sort of routine now. Every night, after you joined Jiyong in bed, he would snuggle up next to you. He would press his forehead to yours, and he would ask the same question: “You’re staying here, right?”

You would answer the same answer, every night: “Yes, I’m staying. Forever.”

You would kiss his nose, caress his cheek, and hold him until he fell asleep.

You’d suffered those months while he was gone, yes, but after about a week of living with Jiyong, you’d realized he might have suffered more. 

He had become weak without the mafia... without you. So you became his strength. You supported him and encouraged him and you loved him like you’d always loved him. Only, now, you were able to actually show him.

Yes, I have a girlfriend And I’m never lonely Just looking at her makes me happy Yes, you are my girlfriend You’re my one and only I don’t wanna wake up from this dream of you

Youngbae chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head as he watched his best friend watching you. Ever since you’d come into his life (or back into his life, if he’d guessed things correctly), Jiyong had basically been a completely different person.

He drank still, but only for fun. Never to get drunk. He smiled. He laughed. He was just... happy.

Even now, Jiyong was watching as you ordered drinks at the bar, and he was pretty much the heart eyes emoji personified.

“I’m really happy for you,” Youngbae told Jiyong as he clapped his friend on the back. “I’m glad you found what you were missing.”

“I didn’t realize I was that stupid,” Jiyong admitted with a snort. “I’ve known her for years, and I’d never... But now...”

Youngbae lifted his eyebrows curiously. “...The One?”

Jiyong simply nodded, just barely holding back an idiotic grin.

Even that night, after finally admitting out loud you were the one he wanted to spend his life with, he still asked you: “You’re staying here, right?”

But you still answered: “Yes, I’m staying here. Forever.”

I thank God again today That I can look at a picture like you I’m enjoying you right now Because you’re more beautiful Than any other masterpiece

To be honest, Jiyong was actually glad things had turned out this way. He hated that you both had suffered, of course, but all that made you more appreciative of what you had now.

At least it did for him.

Everything felt more precious because he’d experienced that low; he knew what it was like to live without you, and he knew he never wanted to go through that again.

He wasn’t exactly a religious person - the mafia had done a pretty good job of stomping out whatever faith he’d had - but he still found himself thanking the Powers That Be in the universe for the fact you were in his life. Not only that, the fact you were his. The fact you still loved him.

“God, you are so beautiful,” Jiyong murmured one night after you’d answered his question yet again.

You blushed, a bashful smirk pulling at your lips before Jiyong took the opportunity to kiss it away. And this his lips moved all over your face before trailing down your neck and collarbone and chest...

“A true work of art,” he mumbled as his lips painted the canvas of your body.

After I met you, I feel strange All the girls on the street look like you Whatever they say, I can only hear your voice After I met you, I became a fool This smile never leaves my face Just thinking about you makes me happy 

Being in the mafia had certainly opened doors to all kinds of things for Jiyong, including all kinds of women. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t taken advantage of that, and while he’d enjoyed their company at the time... he never would’ve imagined a woman could make him this happy.

No matter where he was or what he was doing, he thought of you. And he smiled because he thought of you. He compared every other woman he saw to you. He sometimes actually imagined he did see you, but he kept that to himself. Even he knew that was kind of pathetic.

But, truly, ‘pathetic’ was the best word to describe him. Because ever since he’d wised up and gone after you, ever since you’d come back into his life, he’d been living in the clouds. He’d been foolishly happy.

And, eventually, he stopped asking you if you were staying. Because the part of him which knew you were only grew stronger as time went on.

You still answered him, though. Even when he didn’t ask you, you still told him you were staying. Forever.

You told him with every kiss, every smile, every laugh. Everything you did, everything you said... it all told him you were never leaving his side.

Truly, Jiyong couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect girlfriend, but that’s what you were. A perfect girlfriend.

Well, you were a girlfriend... for now.

Ain’t nothing in the world Compares to my girlfriend

Author’s Note: This is the final chapter of MADE 🖤 Loser

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〈★〉MGAS SEASON 4 - EPISODE EIGHT - TEAM PERFORMANCE                     ↳ team: rising star ( #4003, #4024, #4028, #4037, #4049 )                                ↳ song: “fxxk it” by bigbang bigstar - line distribution

Getting here was hard. He’s sure that statement doesn’t only apply to him, but for every single contestant still remaining on this show. They’ve all had to have worked their asses off, otherwise, they wouldn’t be here today. That’s definitely not insinuating that those that were eliminated didn’t work their asses off, however; some were luckier than others.

He’s forced himself to stop counting his losses. After nearly completely dropping out of the competition (he was a hair away from doing it... so close to quitting that he could practically taste failure on his tongue), he realized that something about his mindset was in dire need of changing. If he didn’t gather his thoughts and stop looking at every single downside instead of what he’s been given, this wasn’t going to work out. After all, he was still here. That’s more than most people that started on this show can say. He’s lucky; he’s grateful for this. He just wished that he wasn’t so insecure. Maybe if he viewed himself with a higher regard, ranking low every week wouldn’t get to him as badly as it did.

If he was truly not talented and not deserving of being here, then he wouldn’t be. Simple.

Let’s rewind back to the event that nearly pushed him to throw in the towel; it was another week where your rank from the previous round determined whether you’d get your pick of song. Before, he’d been lucky. There were few rappers left so he was practically guaranteed to land a spot in the song that he desired most. Now, there were even less rappers since both of his teammates had been eliminated (disregarding the fact that one of them wasn’t even a rapper, he just had very little choice about performing with them). Perhaps it wasn’t his fault, exactly. If it’d been those that had been dropped from the MGAs’ fault that he scored so terribly, then it made little sense to him. It was their fault, but now they’re gone and he has to suffer the consequences? It didn’t seem right. He’d much rather those in charge rank each contestant individually so things like this didn’t happen.

Now, he had the song that he wanted to do in mind, but he had very little hope that he would get it. And then... of course, obviously, he didn’t. MYNAME was one of his absolute ult groups and it would have meant the world to him if he’d had been able to perform it. He’d had the opportunity to learn dancing from Jun.Q when he participated in the NOVA dance classes. Mingyu just imagines how wonderful it would have been to be able to dance onstage to one of his songs, knowing that he was only doing so well because he’d had some help from him— his idol. It would have been an incredible moment, though it wasn’t one he was meant to live out.

Then, later, he found out that Won did manage to secure a place in performing it. After that, all he can imagine is how wonderful it would have been to finally be on stage with him. He’s happy to see his boyfriend doing so well on the show, that’s incredibly clear. He values him way more than he values himself, after all. Still, now he has this feeling in his chest and this voice in his head that is telling him that he would only hold the other back. He wishes he could feel like he was succeeding, too. He doesn’t want to be better than Won; to him, that isn’t even possible. He just desperately wants to feel like he truly deserves to stand next to him and for them to both achieve this dream together.

But, you know, his team wasn’t as bad as he convinced himself they’d be. He was bitter at first and didn’t want to open his eyes and accept his current place, though once he did, he felt rather content. Everyone was friendly enough and they all were able to joke together and bond to an extent. Weirdly enough, despite as long as he’s been on this show, he was meeting new faces every week. Well, they weren’t exactly new since he recognized them well enough, though he’d never actually been given the chance to get to know them up until now.

Mostly, he bonded the best with Taehyung. Very quickly did he warm to the other boy and he stuck to him like glue. He was friendly and bright, which was absolutely something that Mingyu needed to have in his life right now. The two of them even went shopping for coats together, which was a fun experience. Lately, he hasn’t had many chances to be normal and playful like he had been in the past, so it was a breath of fresh air when he was posing in ridiculous and dramatic outfits for pictures snapped by the other boy, laughing cheerfully once he no longer had to hold his position. They were instructed by Soojin to not wear anything that was a fashion crime, though they seemed to have differing opinions about what classified as such.

Practicing wasn’t as intense as he wanted it to be. This, once again, just made him think about how much he would have enjoyed performing ‘Tell Me’. There wasn’t much choreography in a song such as this one so he wasn’t going to be needing to practice much dancing. Rapping was already easy for him, and he wasn’t even tasked with writing his own lines or anything, so there wasn’t a lot for him to do this week. It was a lot more boring than some of his previous weeks, though he supposed he should enjoy this sort of free time. Especially considering he wouldn’t be given as many opportunities such as this one once he was actually signed to a company.

Relaxing wasn’t entirely easy, though. He had too many things on his mind to feel completely calm and he hated being by himself. He would try to cling to Taehyung during these moments, hoping that he would provide him with company and a proper distraction.

The week went by a lot slower than he hoped it would, so he was very happy once Friday rolled around. He was going to be participating in the hi touch after this performance, which both excited and disappointed him. His disappointment wasn’t intense, however. He was just nervous about waiting so long for the eliminations since he was extremely worried and nervous about the results. Just knowing that it would drag out for a while gave him a bit of anxiety, though he tried to push it away. In the end, meeting people who were excited to see him would be a wonderful experience. He didn’t know it just yet, but it was going to free him of many of his worries.

Once finally on stage, Mingyu introduced himself to the crowd and then braced himself for the performance.

난 씩씩하게 말을 걸어 넌 저기 시시한 여자와는 달리 틱틱 거려 칙칙하던 분위기에 한 줄기 빛 설렘 정도가 지나쳐 마치 사춘기

The lines weren’t too challenging, so he managed to complete his first verse with ease. Honestly, at this point, he was counting his blessings. He was thankful for what he was given. It’s never good to be discontent with your life when things aren’t even bad. He felt glad that he was here, performing on stage with the other survivors of the show. Also, he had a lot more lines than he would have if he was given his original choice. This was a good thing, he now thought. He wasn’t getting to perform with Won, but he had faith that he was going to debut with him. Then, they’d always get to perform together. This was just a small sacrifice for a huge win.

에라 모르겠다 에라 모르겠다

He would dance a little, or at least ensure that he didn’t look like as stiff as a statue onstage as the performance went on. He made sure that he was smiling and appearing carefree and confident. When he was onstage, that kind of thing never felt like a lie. After all, this is still where he felt comfortable. The nineteen-year-old always felt like he was in his element here.

뒤처리를 못해 피눈물 없는 로맨스 장단 없는 game 너는 오락가락하고 멜로디가 다른 알토와 소프라노 어차피 우리는 끊어질 거야 딱 잘라 말할게 타락해버린 꿈에 Eldorado

As he executed his second long verse, he made sure that he did so perfectly and effortlessly. Just looking out at the crowd and examining all of the eyes glued to him felt exhilarating. His heart rate picked up as the adrenaline pumped through his veins, eyes sparkling with determination and awe.

에라 모르겠다

The majority of his lines were over but the stage wasn’t finished just yet. He did his best to hype up the rest of his group as they did their lines, continuing to smile and move about in a way that didn’t make him appear as though he was made of stone, though he also didn’t want to look like his limbs were crafted from noodles (despite what Yerim seems to believe).

에라 모르겠다 I Love y’all 에라 모르겠다 에라 모르겠다

With each week spent on the MGAs, the easier this seemed to become. He briefly found himself wondering if this is what it felt like for idols. Did they get used to this kind of attention and schedule over time? Or, did they only get used to it for a while, before it begins to feel draining and tiring? He wouldn’t know until he was in that position... or until he has the opportunity to ask one for himself, though he doesn’t feel like they would answer truthfully either way.

Girl I wanna get down Girl I wanna get down

He was going back and forth with this line as the song began nearing an end. In just a little while he would be touching hands with those that wanted to meet him, then he would find out where he stood tonight. It was an intimidating and scary thought, but he couldn’t let it distract him until after this was completely finished and he was standing offstage somewhere.

에라 모르겠다 I Love y’all

And then, not long after, the music stopped. He stood there, chest once again rising and falling faster than usual, though also not as harshly as it would have been if he’d been exerting more of his energy into dancing. He felt pleased with their performance, hoping that it would be enough to get him to a rank that was higher than he’d placed before. If it didn’t, though, he wouldn’t let it get to him. As long as he survives tonight, he will feel grateful.

Mingyu really wants to be here; he really wants to succeed. He realizes that now.

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How To Thank You For Saving Me Ch.1

Title

How To Thank You For Saving Me 救命之恩无以为报

Author

Retrospect

Publisher

CP/长佩文学

Translator

ECirce

Editor

Chen Ai

Chapter 1

Warning: !!!This chapter contains adult & NSFW content. Please make sure you are above the age of 18 before proceeding!!!

Yan Zhuo was completely hammered.

When he woke up, he was laying on the couch of the club, pants dangling on his knees, barely on. And some guy had been touching his private parts over and over. The busy hand was quite thin and fair with some bulging veins, might be because he’s been at it for a while.  

There was no response.

The guy was starting to think that Mr. Yan just can’t “do it”, but he still didn’t give up. Carefully, he lowered his head and stuck his tongue out, anxiously wanting to lick the tip, he was pushed away.

He quickly glanced at Yan Zhuo, a bit taken aback by Yan’s vague smile, didn’t know what he was supposed to do next.

Zhuo licked his molars, trying to taste last night’s craziness, not at all in a hurray to pull his pants up. Then, he grabbed the guy’s collar and pulled him down, closer to him. As he was slightly tilting his head onto the left hand, which was setting on the couch’s armrest, his right hand hooked behind the guy’s chin, tilting the guy’s face to the left, then right, as if examining some goods.

Huh, looks like two or three years younger than him.

There was always rumours about his taste in younger people, that he didn’t like older guys, so when people are trying to get into his pants, they tend to look younger. But they keep coming, after a while, it’s exhausting.

Just like this time.

He got back to the country only yesterday, and today, somebody’s licking his junk. Though he might want to praise this person’s social skill, what a speed in getting this info. Yan Zhuo chuckled a bit, then pressed a button on the wall, pulled up his pants, made himself look decent.

Not long after, the waiter from this bar came up, dragged the sobbing guy away, as if he’d done this a million times.

Now that Yan Zhuo had got out of that mess, he still felt swimming. He picked up the coat and went upstairs only to find out, upon entering the room, that he had not even turned off the television. He entangled his fingers into his hair, as if venting to his hair all the annoyance caused by that silly man. Ruffling it into a complete mess, Yan Zhuo sneered in frustration. After going into the bathroom to get rid of the alcoholic stench, he stepped out barefoot, casually rubbing his hair with a dry towel, with occasional glances at the screen.

They were broadcasting an award’s night. Yan Zhuo suddenly spotted a familiar face as the camera turned. Shen Ji’s shirt was properly done up to the top button, as tightly postured as his complexion, lips hard pressed into a thin line without the slightest hint of a smile. He looked so sharp and smart, yet so thoroughly, enticingly stoic. Yan Zhuo’s glance closely followed Shen Ji, not daring to look away even for a blink, yet the camera swept past him and settled on a celebrity who had recently been the public’s favourite.

Yan Zhuo waited for more than half an hour, but the camera did not go back there until the end of the live. He stirred, realizing that all this waiting was kind of pointless, yet just as he reached out to turn it off, the frame shifted. The host was on interview with a few invited guests, the first of them being Shen Ji, Chief Executive Officer of Zhao Xi Entertainment Ltd.

Yan Zhuo pressed his sapped lips. Shen Ji’s voice in there was neither hesitating nor rushed, but enticingly husky. Shen Ji was scanty of words, but every sentence he directed at you was cold enough to make the distance clear. Suddenly Yan Zhuo felt like all the sparks of that burning lust he suppressed deep down was pouring out from all over his body, setting it on fire even though it had just emerged out of water.

He spreaded his legs apart, exposing fair thighs from under that dressing gown, which now only covered the parts below the belly. He couldn’t care less about his current posture, being under the cover of that white dressing gown; he only kept his eyes on Shen Ji on that screen, fully dressed in black tie. So damn stern, yet so damn seductive. Yan Zhuo put his right hand under the gown. Only the watery substance off his finger tips and interrupted sighs occasionally leak out a sound or two. Yan Zhuo had only one word in his mind, and it was Shen Ji.

As his motion intensified, the interview on screen came to an end. Now on that screen was a complexion strange to Yan Zhuo. Delicate, fair, of the same gender, and younger, yet the blood boiled up by Shen Ji now went straight down to the sole. He cursed under his breath, but he was not feeling much down there.

So you are being picky. Mumbled Yan Zhuo. Yet he was already sweeping the lockscreen aside and dialed his emergency contact. After two buzzes followed ‘the user was busy, please dial later.’ Yan Zhuo bit his lip. He should have expected Shen Ji to hang up on him. He fished out a voice recording in his phone and started looping.

The deep and melodious voice belonging to Shen Ji was within touch. He put his legs on the footstool, his bottom on the edge of the bed, completely exposing everything, and his underwear dropped to the floor. Still fumbling, he reached for his phone and pressed Shen Ji’s WeChat. He hovered over the video call option as he mindlessly rubbed his finger on the sensitive skin. His breathes were disrupted, wondering if he was being a bit too slutty, so he resorted only to “press to speak”.

The WeChat icon of Shen Ji was a white blank picture, but even from there Yan Zhuo could spy all that he fancies, and his breathes intensified just for that. Shen Ji would be able to hear him. The idea rushed the blood in his brains all the way down to the bottom. He bit his lips as sighs developed into continuous moaning under his breath.

‘Nnh…’ His toes curled up in satisfaction, as the pleasure hovered for another fleeing moment. And then he spoke, voice still hoarse but smug, “Even if you hang up on me.”

Putting aside that boiling impulse, Yan Zhuo enjoyed an undisturbed sleep as he comfortably spread on the bed. After the bombardment of messages was completely ignored by Yan Zhuo, said person resorts to a bombardment of calls. Yan Zhuo did not even bother to stir his eyelids but pulled his phone under the blanket, presses listen, and spoke in a muffled voice, “Fxxk off if you’ve got nothing better to do this early in the morning. You’re driving me insane.”

Ning Yao smirked on the other side, “I am doing exactly that. I have told you long ago, don’t mess with Shen Ji, or who else do you think will have to clean up your mess?”

Yan Zhuo still found it funny at first before his mind was set in motion and recollected everything left out earlier in that sleep. Shen Ji?! He sit up in a snap. He sent him a voice message last night.

Ning Yao was still chattering non-stop. Yan Zhuo palmed his forehead, hanged up, and opened the chat with Shen Ji. The 14-second voice message he sent last night at 11.34 was successfully sent. He swallowed, pressed that message in an attempt to recall it. After seeing the notification, he threw his phone onto the bedsheet and wrapped himself under it. He really did mess up this time.

A tiny line of notification written in grey was right under that voice message.

‘Shen Ji’s account is private. You are not his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend request. You can only start conversation after your request is accepted.

Translator's Note Words:

All NSFW chapters are posted on Tumblr.

It's my first attempt of translation, so there might still be a massive amount of errors. I as translator will keep trying my best to work with editors (and the editor for this chapter is amazing), but if there's any language problem about this translation that you absolutely cannot stand then please point it out in the comment.

Conventional surname-followed-by-first-name translation of names. Mostly transliteration based on PinYin.

Although the first chapter is NSFW, the novel as a whole (just about short of 30 chapters) may not be as smutty as you'd thought (surprise!). There's going to be more focus on character interactions and revealing of background stories in chapters to follow.

I hope you enjoy the read!

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[xiumin-on-this-shit]

All My Idols Ch 33: Race For My Heart Pt 1

I’m so sorry I haven’t been updating lately, work has been crazy! I was going to update yesterday but my friends invited me out and it has been awhile so I went, sue me. I finished two more chapters today but I’m not going to post them because the cliff hangers are major so I’ll post them tomorrow so no one panics tonight! You have a good night lovelies!

I’m sorry if this sucks!

“Today we have a very special guest!” The hosts say together. I shake nervously on the edge of the set up, already regretting my decision to do this. “She don’t dance or sing or released any music, or appeared on any dramas, yet she has won the heart of not just the idols but the nation. Today our guest is Princess Charlotte!”

I’m not surprised when FXXK IT came on, the song comforted me as I stunted on to the all white back drop with a little swag in my step. The two men are cheering, grinning ear to ear at the sight of me. I bow deeply once the music stops. “Hello! I’m Charlotte! Please take care of me!”

“Welcome princess Charlotte to our third level basement!” Coni shouts happily. I can’t help but beam at the two men I have been watching for years on my computer screen.

“Thank you for agreeing to have me,” I answer back bashfully.

“How did we manage to be the first variety show you come on?”

“Well lots of my friends recommended different shows but this one has been one of my favorites ever since I started watching Korean shows.”

“Really?” Doni hums, “Why?”

“Because I love how playful you are!”

The two men blush and share a shy look before Coni clears his throat and tries to act professional, “So this is usually where we have the idols talk about their latest album but since you haven’t released one how about you tell us a few things about yourself.”

I awkwardly chuckle as I look at one of the cameras, “Alright, as I said before, I’m Charlie or better known as the princess. I am 23 years old, born and raised in the United States of America. I have been in South Korea for about two years….um…” I look to them for any help on what else to say.

“I think that is enough for now, we will talk more about you when we build your profile. For now, would you be willing to try random dance? We hear you are really good!”

I flush, “I’m terrible!”

“No! We saw your performance with Ikon and you did great! How about if you can make it through without a mistake we will take you to an expensive steak dinner!” Doni offers with a wiggle of his brow.

I grimace but nod, “Okay, I guess I could try, but please only title tracks and the chorus!”

“Can do! Music start!”

“Wait!” I yell.

Everyone freezes and looks at me. I scurry closer to the camera, knowing it looks ridiculous but I feel like this is needed. With a deep breath I bow deeply to the camera, “To all the fans of the groups I’m about to dance to, I apologize for making their amazing dances look terrible, please forgive me!” The whole crew and two hosts, die laughing as I run back to my starting place and beam at them, “Ready!”

“Music start!”

I wait for a moment before Shake it by Sistar comes on. Without hesitation I am twisting my hips to the music dancing along happily to my favorite unnies song. Half way through it switches,  Bang Bang Bang blares, I have my hand guns up ready to go, throwing my arms around like an idiot. The men on the sidelines are laughing uncontrollably.

“I think you would have gotten in trouble if you would have gotten this one wrong,” Doni points out between his laughs.

I nod with a cringe, “They would have murdered me.”

Next is Gee, another song that I actually can do. A few more songs go by and I’m actually impressed with how well I’m doing, that is until Overdose comes on and at that point I’m actually kind of winded and just collapse on the ground. The two men rush forward. “Are you alright?” They panic together.

I chuckle as I sit back on my butt and take a few deep breaths, “I’m okay, EXO oppas I’m sorry but I cannot dance to like any of your songs for the life of me.”

“Lets get you a chair!” Coni waves over to the staff on the edge of the camera, a young woman brings a water bottle while a man brings out a chair, well actually it’s a freaking pink throne. I’m dying of laughter at the sight of it, it’s as all as the usual stools, my feet can’t reach the ground when I sit down but there is a back and arm rests.

“What in the world?” I question.

“We figured the princess would need a throne!” Coni answers dramatically.

Doni chimes in, “Also we heard that you tend to fall a lot and we need that not to happen.”

I nod, “Fair enough.”

They take a few moments to set up and once they have everything settled they two men sit on their stools and do the little intro for the next segment, building my profile. “Now since you are the princess we did something special for you. We had a few idols come together and write out your profile for you!”

I raise my brows at that, “Oh god, that must have been interesting.”

“It really was. So,” Coni pulls a string allowing the banner to roll out. My name is scrawled across the top of the pink banner, a picture of me form last year is faded in the background making me cringe. “They had plenty to say about you and plenty of things to write from everyone else. Lets start off with talents!”

“I have none so I can’t imagine what they wrote,” I scan the banner for the words and chuckle at what I find.

“The ability to make anyone bring her food,” Coni reads, “Is this true?”

I laugh, “Yes it is actually, though I don’t know if that counts as a talent.”

Doni hums, “But really anyone?”

I pause for a moment, “I mean probably anyone I’m close to, especially if I haven’t eaten.”

“Have you eaten breakfast this morning?”

“Nope,” I shake my head.

“Alrighty then our next segment is the food race!” They announce dramatically.

“The what?”

“You are going to text five different idols saying you are hungry and haven’t eaten, if everyone says yes, you get to keep all of the food.”

“If I loose do I get hit with the hammer?” I place both hands on top of my head, worry obvious on my face.

“No, no, no!” They quickly answer to both me and the camera, “We will not be hitting the princess!”

“Okay, who should I message?” One of the staff members brings me my phone.

“Lets see,” Doni hums, “It has to be really important and busy people.”

“Mark from NCT!” Coni suggests.

“I’m not very close to him but we can try, I have his number,” I pull up his contact information and create a message, I make it pretty general, and wait for them to suggest others.

“Zico! Exo’s Kyungsoo. BTS Rap Monster. S.coops Seventeen!”

I add each number as they list people off, writing out what is going on to make sure they aren’t really busy at the moment:

Hi! I’m on the set of Weekly Idol and since I forgot breakfast they asked me to text five people to see who can bring me food first. Don’t worry if you can’t come, I will understand! Hope you are having a wonderful day!

“You are just so cute!” Coni coos.

I blush down at my phone.

“Now that we have that out of the way, next point! You will do a complete attitude change if someone insults or disregards an idol.”

I nod, “I would say that is true, it is pretty drastic, or at least that is what I’ve been told.”

“Lets see, what is a really hot topic at the moment?” The two men think for a moment.

“How about the whole EXO Lay thing? Where do you stand on that?”

Their smiles fade as I imagine mine does too, “That is absolutely ridiculous. Some fan girls have been going nuts saying that he should just leave the group, what in the world is wrong with them? That man is doing such good, hard work over in China, I am so proud of him! It’s not like he has a choice in all of this! I don’t know why these girls are thinking that he actually does? He is sweet man doing what needs to be done! I swear I am going to-“ I pause and take a deep breath before saying, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Coni shrugs, “You are the princess defending her knight, what is there to apologize about?”

We talk about a few more random subjects, I do a few terrible accents and imprecations. We are laughing, having a good time when someone bursts into the studio, “Noona!”

Mark from NCT is awkwardly beaming at me. I hop off my throne and approach the much taller, boy, “You came!”

“I brought you some kimbap! I hope that is okay? It says you do on your online profile,” He asks bashfully.

I chuckle as I nod, “I do! I really love it!”

He grins back at me, “That great! Am I first?” He scans me and the two hosts. “Hello Hyungs,” He greets them just as awkwardly, like a boy meeting his girlfriend’s parents for the first time. In his hand is a paper bag, I’m assuming filled with food. The staff brings out another throne like mine, this one is blue instead of my pretty pink. Mark and I share a confused look.

Coni is quick to explain , “Since Mark is first he will be sitting beside you as your prince!”

Mark flushes completely, “Her prince? No! Everyone is going to try and kill me!”

“Hold on Mark, what are you talking about?” I place a gentle hand on his back.

“Everyone has been talking about it recently, what everyone would do if you got a boyfriend.”

“And?”

“I bless that poor man,” Doni answers. “I’ve heard a few things about that too.”

“There is an online poll on who is going to win your heart,” Coni comes closer and showers me where you can vote. I’m laughing but cringing as I read the totals so far.

“Jiyong oppa is really high up there,” I point out, “ Number two!”

“Who is number one?” Doni creeps into our group to see the screen.

“Do Kyungsoo,” Coni chuckles.

“Yes?”

We all look up to find Kyungsoo standing there with two bags of food in his hands staring at us with his confused wide eyes. I find myself blushing at the idea of so many people picturing me with Kyungsoo, it honestly makes my heart flutter a bit.

“Nothing,” I quickly answer, shoving Coni’s phone into his chest. “Welcome to the party Oppa!”

“Was I not first?” He pouts cutely.

I nod, “You were second, Mark just showed up and claimed the spot as first place not just in the race, but in my heart.” I wrap an arm around the younger, ignoring his blushing.

For a split second Kyungsoo looked ready to murder someone. Maybe that was a bad idea…

 To be continued…

Who you guys like her to actually end up with out of everyone she has met so far?

[najatheangel]

Ultimate Bias Tag

Ahhh, I can’t believe she tagged me. The wonderful, beautiful and fantastic @fantastickpopshiptrash tagged me for the ultimate bias tag. Thank u so much lovlie ✨, u are so amazing that’s why I’m shook. Sorry it’s a bit late, but only 3?!?! I think I got them in the back of my head already.

Rules: Answer the following questions about your top 3 ultimate biases and then tag 5 people. The questions below are for each of the biases.

1. Who are your 3 ultimate biases? (any group)

-Taemin💋

-Luna🌹 

-Chanyeol💕

2. When did you first see your bias? *list all three*

-I first saw Taemin in Ring Ding Dong M/V. Even though he had the most unique hairstyles, I admired his dancing, singing and visuals from the jump. He just stood out first when I discovered Shinee.

-I first saw Luna in Electric Shock. I was eyeing Amber, Krystal, Sulli, Victoria and than freaking gorgeous Luna. She was like my first kpop girl idol crush ever. BEAUTIFUL back then and still BEAUTIFUL now. I also admired her being the best dancer in the group.

-I first saw Chanyeol in Roommate which I didn’t know he was in exo at that time until they kept playing Growl, that’s when I looked it up and still fell in love with him. Chanyeol was the ultimate bias right there in then even though I was kinda in love with Kris too.

3. Was he/her your first bias? *all three*

-I was debating between Jonghyun and Taemin. but, Taemin put me to it. 😍

-Yes, like are you kidding me.

-It was really Kris at first, but then changed it to Chanyeol.

4. Your favorite thing about your bias?

-Watching him these past years, his dancing really just touch my soul. Whether he was in Shinee or as a solo artist he became one of my first favorite male idols with crisp and decent choreography. Example, that dance stage he did with Jimin...ugh just thinking about it. 😍

-Besides her ever lasting beauty that comforts me, I love her voice when she sings. Angelic soft voices get to me. Also, her solo Free Somebody. AHHH, she made me fall of my bed listening to that. I didn’t think she was capable of going solo and making my heart race even more. 👀

-Chanyeol...Where do I even began. When he was on roommate, his real life personality made him so lovable to be around. When rapping w/ sehun and singing harmony in exo, freaking pulls out my heart strings. When performing live (especially in acoustic) I just want to jump inside my laptop and become the loudest fan in the whole building. I LOVE CHANYEOL❤️

5. What do they specialize in?

Taemin: Main Dancer, Vocalist & Maknae

Luna: Main Dancer & Vocalist

Chanyeol: Main Rapper

6. What group are they from?

Taemin: Shinee

Luna: F(x)

Chanyeol: Exo

7. Zodiac sign?

Taemin: Cancer

Luna: Leo

Chanyeol: Sagittarius

8. Favorite picture/gif and why?

Gotta few actually...

(LOVE HIS NEW HAIR AND THAT KILLER SMILE❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)

(FXXK)

(FAV TAE SHIP)

(BEST NATURAL LOOK)

(OKAY LAST ONE I SWEAR. *kisses back*)

(THE INTERACTIONS I LOVE IT~)

(OMGAHD)

(FAVORITE BODY MOVEMENTS)

(YES, I’ll accept the rose~)

(HER VOICE WHEN SHE SAYS HER NAME IN ENGLISH. AHHHHH SO CUTE)

(THE LOOK IN HIS EYES  FXXK ME)

(QUIT IT BOI)

(AWH, THIS BIG TEDDY BEAR)

(LAY & CHANYEOL IN THE SAME GIF. KILLING ME)

(MY GUITAR HERO❤️)

(LAST ONE, BEST ONE)

9. Why do you love them?

AS I MENTIONED BEFORE, they are all idols that stand out and have special talents. They are the one that actually got me into kpop and admired such talents. TAEMIN & LUNA, the dancing machine beauties with angelic vocals. CHANYEOL, the tall teddy bear w/ rapping skills, deep vocals, lovable personality and multi talented in instruments. ON and OFF stage, I stan all three individuals. THANK GOD, these people exists. 💕 💞 💓 💗 💖

I tag @calisnotonfire @veroshi0704 @ikon-maniac @chana-ninja @blackkpoppers101 & the rest of my followers that see this. THANKS SO MUCH~

[bangtan-only]

BTS: Save me (Gang AU)

  Character profile

  Prologue

Chapter 1/ 2/3 /4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16

Chapter 17 “Saviour”

One ring.

Two rings.  

Three rings.   

  “Hello?” Hoseok answered the anonymous number.   

  “Hey there Hobi. Long time no see.” The person laugh crackled through the phone.   

  “Who the fxxk are you?” Hoseok replied, irritated.   

  “How could you forget this good friend of yours? I am so disappointed.” The voice mocked.   

  “Out with it.” Hoseok insisted.   

  “Jackson.”   

  “Did you miss me?” The male inquired.   

  “How the hell did you survive that?!” Hoseok panicked, he never expected to receive a call from a person presumed dead, and definitely not Jackson at that.   

  “Hmm. You don’t need to know that. It’s our little secret. But i am really upset. How could you do this to us ? It was a bad move. You know. I almost lost an arm and a leg literally,” Jackson replied.   

  “Stop playing games. Who else is alive ?” Hoseok was infuriated.   

  “Yah! If you insist, i am here kicking and alive too.” Jaebum voice echoed out the speaker.   

  “You would regret pulling that stunt hoseok. I was fighting with death. Most lose but i won. But i will make sure you and your brothers won’t.” Jaebum added. A dark chuckle erupt from the phone.   

  “You won’t stand a chance. Not against us. You guys are not one of the big 3 gangs anymore. Got 7 is over,” Hoseok confidently replied.   

  “Well. You can say that again.”   

  “We are prepared to go down with you all.”   

  “Just wait.”   

  With that the call ended. Hoseok was stunned, he needed to tell the rest soon. He didn’t know who was alive besides the three of them. The most dangerous three at that. Known for their unpredictability and ruthless underhand means.

 You have 1 new message from unknown:

 Don’t let the others know. I guarantee you would regret it. 

 You have 1 attachment from unknown: A picture of (Y/n) , badly beaten up, tied to a wooden chair in what seems like a warehouse that is near to collapsing.  

   "What the actual?“ Hoseok creased his forehead. He wanted to remain calm. You had nothing to do with this feud, it was all along BTS business but you were dragged in, after they put you through so much. A part of him ache. He knew his affection for you, he wanted to deny it. He wanted to leave you there. He wanted nothing to do with you. But his heart seems reluctant to do so. He needed to stay as composed as possible, he couldn’t let them know you meant something to him. That could go wrong, very wrong. He decided to reply in a way that could cover his worries. 

   Hoseok: What does this mean ? 

   Unknown: You know what it means. Don’t fake ignorance. I saw how you look at her that night.

   Hoseok: She was our pawn. I had the responsibility to protect her. 

   Unknown: A bodyguard wouldn’t go so far. I have seen enough to know what someone actually thinks.

  Hoseok: I got to deny that but as a partner, how do we deal ? 

   Unknown: Come down here. Alone. No weapons. If not, she gets it. The place both of you got caught by me. 

   Hoseok: Keep your damn promise. Settle this like a man. 

   Unknown: I see. Our hobi’s worried. As long as you do what i say.   

  "Hyung, i won’t be home tonight.” Hoseok spoke over the phone.   

  “Why? Don’t hide anything from me. From us.” Jin sounded worried over the phone.   

  “If i get out of this alive. All’s well. If not, forgive me. Just know i have to do this.” Hoseok, chuckled nonchalantly over the phone.   

  “You sh*t. Get this straight. We can get through this together. Hobi!” Jin shouted.   

  “Sorry. Hyung.” With that hoseok ended the call, sliding his sleek black handgun into his holster hidden under his shirt.   

  “This is all i can afford to bring. Tsk.” He murmured, checking his equipment.

  “Lend me your strength. Once more.” He smiled lightly as he flipped the photo frame of the BTS members together hugging one another.   

  This may be the last time i will ever get to be together with you guys. 

  “Thanks for everything.”   

  I have never feared death. Not once.  

  But maybe now i am.   

  Time to make this up to you.   

  If not this parting was well made. 

 A/n: i know this is really short but bear with me! Since i wanted to update this week for both lies and save me. Please look forward to pt.2 of my gang au trilogy!

-J.L

[bangtan-spells]

Yoongi Scenario: You Give Me Something.

Request: Hey could I request a scenerio for Min Yoongi about him be insecure because he find out that your ex is an idol that he admires so, he avoid you and star having doubts about you and him like he is not good enough for you and in the end you list all the things you like about him giving him a kiss for each reason. I hope is not to much T_T!

Genre: Fluff / Romance.

Yoongi knew he shouldn’t have asked, before this kind of thing hadn’t been important but as time passed and your relationship got more serious his curiosity started to peek him about who you had dated before him.

You had told him at some point that your ex was also an idol but Yoongi hadn’t asked who it was and he really hadn’t wanted to know, it didn’t matter who you had dated before, what mattered was that how much he liked you and how he felt when you were around him, he felt happier, lighter and also a little crazier. 

Yoongi thought he must be definitely crazy since he had asked you to reveal who your ex was and honestly he wasn’t expecting your answer. He had guessed someone more or less your age, a lead singer, he pictured him, your ex, as a singer that didn’t matter anymore, he sure didn’t imagine your ex boyfriend was no other than Choi Seunghyun, better known as Big Bang’s rapper TOP.  

Of course he had acted cool about it, in front of you he pretended that you previously dating an idol he admired didn’t mean anything to him and everything remained the same, because really nothing had changed, you kept treating him the same and things between you were good, but to Yoongi those news had struck him like a bag of bricks in the gut and suddenly he wasn’t as confident as he was before. Now the constant thought that you had dated someone as important and talented as TOP revolted in his head making him feel like crap.

He arrived at the dorm late at night as he usually did, Namjoon and him had stayed longer to review some things about future projects, he just wanted to clear his head about everything, maybe call you and hear your voice, put the whole ex boyfriend thing behind, but when he stepped foot on the apartment Big Bang’s music was blasting throughout the living room.

He watched two of his youngest friends in front of the big tv screen dancing and jamming to Big Bang’s Fxxk It, and of course because his luck was just this good, TOP’s part was coming next. While Namjoon watched the donsaegns with an amused smile on his face Yoongi stared at the screen. TOP was a great artist and rapper, he had always liked Big Bang, and being himself a rapper he had always watched G-Dragon and TOP closely, as both of them were insanely successful and were outstanding in what they did. 

But now knowing that TOP had been your boyfriend the admiration and respect had turned into something else, something that made him scowl at the screen and made him wonder what could have possibly brought you to move on from someone like TOP to someone like him.

You noticed something was off with Yoongi when he refused to spend the night with you, your main activity as a couple was to spend time together in bed, and most of the times it wasn’t even about the sex, although that too was an important part, but more often than not you’d just stay in bed whenever you could, being just cuddling or just the two of you doing work in your laptops just enjoying each other in the side glances and playful smiles you’d give each other, and while you were on a little break you’d go to the kitchen for coffee and snacks and you’d eat together to then get back to whatever you needed to get done.

 Of course you did go out and did other stuff, but it was in the simple things like those that you found Yoongi to be perfect for you, with how many people one could say to be completely happy just by having them next to you? It was rare and thus you treasured it. You had thought that Yoongi felt the same as you, but now with him avoiding you you couldn’t say you were absolutely sure he did.

You knew that at wednesday he’d be free from the afternoon onwards so you decided to give him a bit of a surprise and go to the dorm, maybe he was way too stressed, Yoongi, you had come to notice, was always stressing and worrying, he was a very observant person and he took great care of details and the little things but as it was a good trait sometimes it could also cause him to always feel pressured.

When you arrived at the door’s building you were a bit nervous, you had been feeling confident about going to see him, but what if you were stepping over a line coming here uninvited? A part of you told you Yoongi wouldn’t mind as he usually was very much content with your presence and the other boys were pretty friendly, but then he had been avoiding you the past two weeks, maybe you had done something wrong? It didn’t make any sense, the only thing you could think of was him being stressed and if that was the case then you should at least offer him your help.

 Yes, you were going to him, tell him you loved him and were there if he wanted to talk and if he still didn’t want to see you then you’d leave. That perspective made your heart drop though, if you couldn’t offer him your support then what could you do for him?

Yoongi couldn’t help his smile when he saw your name on his phone’s screen, he always smiled when you texted him first, he knew he was in deep deep water with you, he hadn’t felt this way in a long time, he loved you, although he had told you that only a few times, he really did, and Yoongi knew you felt the same, or at least he had been sure of it, now his confidence was wavering just because of your past. 

His eyes widened when he read that you were outside. Before you coming here like this would have been good news but today… He groaned watching the message, Yoongi felt like an idiot and he didn’t want you to see him like that, surely TOP wouldn’t act this way. 

-Fuck, fuck everything- he muttered standing up. Now he couldn't stop from comparing himself to TOP in every single thing he did.

Yoongi went to receive you nonetheless, you smiled at him when you saw him both of you sneaking into the apartment quickly, you were still smiling when you were inside but it started to fade when you noticed that he wasn’t sharing the same enthusiasm.

-Y/N, what are you doing here?-

You were puzzled by that question being the first thing he said. -Wow, I’m happy to see you too-

He sighed and shook his head. -I’m happy to see you too, but… I thought you were busy with your work-

-I was but I pushed that aside to come here- you licked your lips trying to read his face. -Did I do wrong?-

-No, I mean, I’m a bit busy, but it’s ok- he leaned and kissed your forehead, and then walked more into the dorm.

-And the boys?- 

-Taehyung and Jungkook are out with friends, Namjoon is writing something and the rest are in Hoseok’s room playing-

-And what were you doing?- you asked when you were in the living room. 

-Just you know… reviewing some of the lyrics I’ve written recently, all of that pure crap so…-

You frowned. -Don’t talk like that about your work-

-If it’s crap it’s crap Y/N-

-I just can’t believe all of it is bad- you said softening your gaze which made Yoongi feel worse, he had been second guessing everything and that of course included his ability with music. You looking at him like that didn’t make things easier, was it because you were telling him what you really thought or were you just saying it for him to feel better? -You are a great lyricists babe, not to talk about producer- you said coming closer to him but Yoongi huffed and turned his head away from you.

-I’m not that great-

It hurt you hearing him saying things like that, more even so that his evident rejection. Now it was obvious that something was going on with him, he wasn’t like before so you wondered what was happening or what had happened, if it had to do with you or if it was something else that was making him feel like he wasn’t talented.

-Babe, what is it? why are you so stressed lately?- 

-It’s nothing Y/N, I think I just need to sleep-

You shook your head. -Really? Because I think something else happened and you don’t want to tell me, I understand if you need a bit of space, but I worry about you Yoongi-

-Well I’m sorry to make you worry- he snapped and that cut the words you had for him. Now he was getting straight on angry, which confused you even more. -I know this might not had happened to you before, but with someone like me this kind of shit happens, I’m like this-

-What? What do you mean this might not had happened before? Yoongi I don’t understand-

-In the past, you sure didn’t have to cope with this, with someone like me I…-

-Wait, are you talking about Seunghyun?- you asked and the mention of his name told you it was exactly that, his eyes flashed such anger you were thrown aback for a moment. -Yoongi, he isn’t…-

-It’s ok Y/N, let’s just leave it like this for today- he said walking to the door once again.

-Wait Yoongi, why are you saying that? Baby, I don’t understand- you followed and tried to see on his face what was it that had him so anxious but you didn’t understand. -I don’t want to leave with you being like this, and us angry, I don’t like it-

-I’m not angry, I just… I can’t do this right now, so let’s leave like this for today-

You couldn’t believe him, but you weren’t going to keep insisting, if he wanted space then he should have it. -Fine-

Even if you were angry you were still worried about Yoongi, him thinking like that wasn’t good. You thought that he was ok when you told him about Seunghyun, for you it didn’t mean anything anymore, actually you haven’t spoken to the guy for a long while even when you had ended up in good terms. So you didn’t understand why Yoongi was now comparing himself to him, didn’t he know that you loved him? You loved Yoongi in a way that you hadn’t even imagined to love Seunghyun, it was just different. You could understand that he didn’t like you talking about Seunghyun or whatever since you wouldn’t like him talking about his ex either. But right now it was about just the two of you and you had thought that Yoongi understood that, but then it seemed you were wrong.

For the next week you barely spoke, Yoongi always made sure to text you in the morning and at the end of his day at night, but you could tell he still felt upset since he didn’t extend like he usually would explaining you the details about his day and whatnot. You were still a bit angry at him about how things had ended the other day, you missed him a lot and in all honestly you just wanted this to be over and go back to normal, if the issue was that Yoongi was feeling insecure then you just had to make sure he knew he had nothing to worry about.

Yoongi felt ashamed of how he had behaved, but at the same time he hadn’t know how to handle himself feeling like that. Usually he didn’t compare himself with others, but with this guy he had compared in everything, it was all because of you he figured, what if you realized he wasn’t good enough? After being with TOP you could say so, or not? 

Yoongi had many doubts, but also couldn’t deny his craving for you, it had been a while since he had kissed you and held you close, he wanted to do those things, but he also felt stupid. Either way he accepted when you invited him to your place, you had said you had something to tell him. Yoongi could only imagine what could that be, his positive part told it was you being your lovely self, but his insecure part, which dominated his mind at the moment, told him it was you getting tired of his shit and realizing he was a crappy boyfriend.

You greeted him normally, kissing his cheek allowing him to smell you a little, he missed that scent too. 

-So, what is it?- he asked a bit abruptly but dying to know.

-Lately things had been weird between us and I don’t like it, it has to stop Yoongi-

-I’m sorry, I know I was a dick the last time, but I… I just keep thinking that I’m not what you should have, every way I think about... musically, physically, damn I bet even emotionally, he wouldn’t treat you like this, I’m pathetic saying this I know but I…-

-Stop- you said. -Stop beating yourself like that, why would you even think that? Even less believe it, babe, that doesn’t make any sense-

-I don’t make any sense, but I know Y/N, with… other people you wouldn’t have to put up with this pathetic shit, he’s way more talented, and dammit, I’m not as handsome or even tall- he laughed bitterly and you just listened to what he had to say. -I just thought you were stuck with me, I… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all that-

-Min Yoongi- you said his name. -All the things you just said, I want you to know, and I say this very seriously, that I refute all of them, alright? I don’t agree, I call bullshit on them- he was opening his mouth to speak but you didn’t let him. -And I don’t think you are pathetic, fear speaks horribly when you let it go out of your mouth, I know that, but Yoongi to me… all those things don’t make any sense, I’m not stuck with you, I choose to be with you because I love you-

-I don’t know what to say- he muttered after a while, his cheeks were red and you knew he must be dying of embarrassment, you looked at him sighing in endearment, this guy held you heart and he had forgot about it.

You took his hand and hugged him. -You don’t have to say anything-

You led him to your bedroom where you sat on the bed, the lights were off and the afternoon was turning to night, but you still could see each other. He crawled to the bed still looking grumpy and ashamed, like a beaten puppy, a look that although being kind of cute, didn’t suit him at all.

You slid next to him and hugged him again, his arms going around you after some seconds and then he was holding tightly, so strongly to his chest you you had to correspond in the same way. If he needed it you would hold him, because you loved him you would do anything for him to feel like he didn’t need to question himself.

-There are so many things I love about you, you don’t need to worry about exes or other people, even if it’s Seunghyun-

-Don’t say his name like that, you are very familiar with him- he said losing a bit his grasp so he could see you.

You sighed. -I won’t, but just so you know, I will tell you why Min Yoongi is the best man in my heart-

He groaned a bit in embarrasment, it was cute so see him like that. -Don’t be cheesy Y/N-

-You started it- you giggled. -Let’s see, you are one of the best producers of your generation and on the market right now- you said pecking him. -You might not be very tall, but I like the way I can look at you and how I can comfortably kiss you even if we are standing- you said pecking him again. -And talking about kisses, yours are the best I’ve ever had, you can turn me on and make me feel in heaven just like this- you kissed him to demonstrate and this time Yoongi made sure it lasted a little longer. -Just like that- you giggled.

-Y/N I…-

-Shh, I’m not finished, so disrespectful- you nagged making him smile despite himself. -I love how you protect me, how you get my jokes even if they aren’t that good, your smile, your songs, your hands, your passion, your determination, I love how you are so sharp sometimes but soft and gentle on your own way- you listed all the things you loved about him, kissing him between each of them, noticing how with each kiss it was harder to say another thing since you didn’t want your lips to part. -I love you Yoongi, you give me something that I cannot describe, something that people don’t find often, and I wouldn’t change you for anyone else-

-I feel kind of like an idiot now- he said sighing to your lips, his hands going around your body not allowing you to go apart from him, not that you wanted that anyways -I don’t know what I did to deserve you Y/N, but I… I love you so much jagiya, I wouldn’t change you, never-

[3arzal]

Could you do jinkook for fxxk it from bigbang?

thank you! :) *just a short ps that i’m aging jk up so he’s the same age as seokjin haha* *also, sorry if this isnt very similar to the song but i just got the general idea lol*

-

“you’re saying, you really out there juggling two bitches at a time yet you’re still pining for him?” the scotch is…really weird. jimin never liked liquor, but for the sake of looking fancy in a classy, rich people lounge-slash-bar, he does that. he can only ever drink cola. bless his soul.

“now, now. don’t call them that. they’re fine ladies.” jungkook, on the other hand, drinks scotch like water. jimin winces when he drowns it in one go. “but i’ll never love them like i love him. you know that.” it’s as if he’s tired of explaining himself, and it’s as if he doesn’t know why jimin always asks him that. “he’s in spain for the next few weeks. i miss him.”

jimin snorts into his empty glass. “yeah, right. like you can’t follow him there like, right now.” jungkook gives him a look. “seriously, come on man. do something! you’re wasting every second just sitting there and being dumb when you can follow seokjin’s ass like the literal puppy that you are.”

“shut up.”

-

the thing is, jungkook doesn’t like riding his private plane without any company besides the two pilots and one flight attendant. he doesn’t feel safe at all. but he finds himself in spain the following day. it’s late, he’s jetlagged, but even his fuzzy brain can still see that seokjin is as beautiful as ever. radiant, like the sun, at 2am on a sunday.

“why are you here?” okay, so maybe jungkook’s mind is making things up because seokjin does not look radiant at all standing there at his doorway in his robe, hair sticking out in all ways and face oily with all the beauty products he likes to apply before bed. but sometimes love does things to you. “kook, it’s 2am.”

the more important question is how did jungkook know where he is but that’s gonna come in a later time.

“missed you.” jungkook walks past him, into the house without so much a fuss and seokjin lets him. seokjin always lets him, and that’s the thing jungkook hates so much. seokjin always lets him do anything he wants (love him), but seokjin will never love him back.

“’s late, you should crash. ‘m tired, too.” seokjin pads back into his room and the couch is all jungkook’s for the night. he has half a mind to join seokjin in bed but he knows seokjin won’t like that. 

he passes out on the couch, with seokjin so close yet so far away. jungkook falls in a dreamless slumber.

-

“this benz is nice. where did you get it?” the spanish countryside is beautiful. jungkook is still a little sleepy, but seokjin drags him for a drive at noon. the weather is nice, just a little bit chilly but that’s fine.

“borrowed it from a friend. he’s in bali for a couple days and he trusts me enough with this.”

“sweet.” jungkook leans back on his seat and takes in the scenery. it’s all meadows, but it’s the perfect amount of sunny and the road is smooth and seokjin’s driving is phenomenal (in korea and even in fucking europe). it’s perfect. he’s perfect.

“seokjin-ah…”

“it’s a good day to relax, jungkook. don’t.”

“but that’s the thing!” jungkook sits up and faces seokjin. the seat belt is digging through his pecs, and he’s the perfect picture of frustrated but seokjin is ever calm, like they never have this talk every time they meet. it’s a little alarming. “you know i want you. i love you, and i know you–”

“you don’t know me, jungkook-ah. you only like to think you do. don’t get ahead of me.”

“seokjin–”

“you might want me now. does that mean you’ll still want me in ten years?” he’s still calm, his driving is still stable, and jungkook’s mind is in overdrive thinking about how calm seokjin is about all of this. “you’re responsible and kind to some people, you do your job, you’re rich, and you make everyone fall for you. but you hook up with every girl you see and claim you want me? love me, even. what does that make me?”

he’s always been right, but jungkook is a stubborn little shit who thinks he knows every temporary feeling.

he sits back in his seat and sulks. for a twenty something young adult that he is, he really isn’t that mature. seokjin bites back a smile and stops in the middle of the road.

“would you like to hold my hand?” he looks at jungkook for the first time since they’ve been on the road. he offers his hand and jungkook takes it for now, happy that seokjin lets him do things like that.

“when will you love me back, though? for real, because i’ll have you know i’m not just playing around.”

seokjin steps on the gas and drives on. he spots a little town ahead and smiles. “i’ll love you when you’re ready.”

(send me your fave song + bts pairing and i’ll make a drabble out of it!)

[grapefruitwoozi]

I was tagged by @kyebumzu-official (thank uu~)

i tag: @soonhosh @k-linyong @krbiy @ilovewoozi 

Your top 10 biases?  

Amber Liu f(x)

Lee Jihoon (seventeen)

Kim Namjoon (bts)

Kim Hansol (topp dogg)

Kim Kibum (shinee)

Rocky (astro)

Kim Yugyeom (got7)

Joy (red velvet)

Yoojung (ioi)

Chele (nct dream)

First group I listened to/liked? snsd!!! awwwh

Do you prefer boy groups or girl groups? depends on how gay i feel each day Favorite female group? f(x)!!!!!!

Favorite male group? uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh bts, topp dogg, and seventeen are all p tied tbh so idk Favorite female solo artist? can i say amber??? bc amber if i can count her as a soloist. But if not then Lim Kim!!!! (pls appreciate her shes so great) Favorite male solo artist? jay park  Top 3 Groups? f(x), topp dogg, bts Favorite Kpop Song? i dont know like, favorite over anything always, but right now its fxxk it by big bang

Favorite happy Kpop song? chewing gum by nct dream hELL YEAH

Favorite Kpop sad song? rainy day by topp dogg

Favorite Kpop smut song? listen i cant think of any smutty kpop song rn for some reason and this isnt even kpop but lu by luhan is my shit lmaoooooo its barely even smutty but idc

Favorite Kpop song of 2017 so far? knock knock by twice or never ever by got7

Favorite debut? astro!! :’))

Favorite debut of 2017 so far? tbh idk lmao

Favorite mv of 2017 so far? knock knock 

Favorite mv? uhhhhh im not sure tbh

Favorite album/mini album? i do not know at all

Favorite album/mini album of 2017 so far? idk that eITHER IM AWFU L WHOOPS

Your ultimate bias? amber liu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Favorite GIF of your ultimate bias? 

Favorite picture of your ultimate bias? literally all of them i cant pick 

Favorite thing about your bias? shes the most wonderful, sweetest, genuine person in the whole entire world. shes so real and honest and shes so open i’ve never seen anyone be as wonderful as her and i just love how genuine she is. she loves everyone and its amazing

Was he your bias from the start? im not sure if this means like, out of all the groups i like or just out of f(x) bc if its the first then no, because key was but then immediately after i found out abt amber i fell in love so she became my ult. and for the second one, yes bc i never even looked at the other members like “are they my bias??” bc like, amber.

Have you ever changed biases more than 3 times and in what group? nah. not more than three. but i changed biases in got7 and shinee lmao. 

Favorite Ship? soonhoon, namjin, verkwan, taekook, and yoonmin are all p much tied lmao

Do you ship the “mom & dad” in your favorite group? yeah!

Who’s the mom and dad in your favorite group? namjoon n jin

Who do you end up liking more in groups; Leaders, Maknaes, mood makers, vocal, rap, “mom”, “dad”, English speaker, drummer, guitarist, pianist? tbh idk i like any one ??? i guess most of my biases can rap? like they arent all the rappers but they can rap? or english speakers too idk my biases r all different lmaoo

If your bias got a girlfriend/boyfriend how would you feel? I would be happy for them n just hope their boyfriend or girlfriend treat them well and keep them happy (also lowkey salty it wasnt me lmao lbr)

How would you feel if your bias came out gay/lesbian/bisexual/etc.? if any of the girls did id be like oh hELL YEAH FUCK YEAH MY BABIES COME LOVE ME AND KISS ME but any of my biases in general if they came out id be like “welcome to the gay life babies we got refreshments n love for u~”

Do you think any kpop idols are gay/lesbian/bisexual/etc.? definitely. i think theres no way EVERY. SINGLE. IDOL. is straight. its just not realistic.

If so; who? I'd rather not say bc i dont feel like fighting with ppl but i do have a lot in mind

Favorite kpop blog? currently its @blood-sweat-and-sin 10/10

Favorite kpop scenario blog? i dont have a fav lmao

Favorite kpop smut blog? i dont have a fav for this either 

Favorite Kpop fanfic? uhhhhh idk ive been enjoying this kim hansol fic called “my butterfly” on wattpad, its really good but they havent updated in a while cries. as for finished ones idk heres my wattpad finished list 

Favorite show with kpop idols? i do not know

Do you prefer saying “Oppa” or being called “Noona”? bye g2g

Is it cuter when KPop Idols know your language or don’t know it and try to speak it? when they dont really know it and try speak it bc their accents sound super cute and the english is broken :’) i lov

BIGBANG: “Bang Bang Bang” or “We like 2 Party”?

iKon: “#WYD” or “Rhythm Ta”?

Monsta X: “Perfect Girl” or “All in”?

BTS: “Save Me” or “Fire”?

EXO: “Monster” or “Growl”?

Astro: “Breathless” or “Hide&Seek”?

Red Velvet vs. EXID: “Ice Cream Cake” or “Up & Down”?

4Minute: “Crazy” or “Hate”?

NCT U vs NCT 127: “The 7th Sense” or “Fire Truck”?

Got7: “Just Right” or “Fly”?

Amber vs Ailee: “Borders” or “Insane”?

FTISLAND: “Take Me Now” or “Pray”?

History: “Queen” or “Might Just Die”?

KNK: “Knock” or “Back Again”?

Day6: “Congratulations” or “Letting Go”?

Block B: “Her” or “Toy”

ZICO: “I am You, You are Me” or “Boys And Girls”?

B.A.P: “Feel So Good” or “Young, Wild & Free?”

Seventeen: “Very Nice” or “Adore U”?

Taeyeon: “I (feat Verbal Jint)” or “Why”?

G-Dragon Vs. Taeyang: “Who you?” or “Eyes, Nose, Lips”

BTS: “The Most Beautiful Moment In Life Series” or “Dark & Wild”?

Day6: “The Day” or “DAYDREAM?”

BIGBANG: “A” or “M”

Monsta X: “The Clan, Pt.1 ” or “Rush”?

Seventeen: “Boys Be” or “First Love&Letter”?

EXO: “Ex’ACT” or “Love Me Right”?

Astro: “Spring Up” or “Summer Vibes”?

Vixx: “Chained Up” or “Error”?

EXO or BTS? bts

SISTAR or Red Velvet? red velvet

NCT U or NCT 127? nct dream

Girls’ Day or Girls Generation? girls generation

Seventeen or GOT7? seventeen

Winner or iKon? idk

Block B or Beast? block b

Romeo or Astro? astro !!!

Jimin or Jungkook? jimin~~

Xiumin or Chanyeol? xiu!!!

Taeyeon or Ailee? AILEE 

G-Dragon or Taeyang? gd!

Amber or Henry? Amber!!

Wooshin or Hwanhee (up10tion)? wooshin~

Jeonghan or Dino? lee chan!

Taemin or Jonghyun? jjong

Seulgi or Irene? seulgi

Got7: Markson or Markjin? 

Red Velvet: JoyGi or WenRi joyri

BTS: VKook or JiKook?

EXO: Hunhan or Kaisoo?

Monsta X: Showhyuk or Jookyun?

Topp Dogg: Hanjoo or Xenissi?

NCT: TaeTen or JaeYong?

Seventeen: Meanie or Jeongcheol? soonhoon

iKon: Double B or Double J (Junhwan)?

[boo-yu]

Mentor

Ever since I started law school, or started working, I’ve heard people talk about mentorship. I talked to Professors sometimes, but never really know what mentor means. 

Now that I’ve worked for a few months, I had a few people in mind I really admire, and two of them I would consider my mentors. 

The first one would be Sarah, the senior associate, who I would not think of when I started working (or even last summer, I did not do anything for her). For the first few months when I started, I would do something for her sometimes, small projects most of the time. What she does seems to be a whole different world than what I was doing at that time: I was working mostly on FDCPA staff, while she is doing banking. I remember her talking about rules banks need to comply when setting up branches in different cities. We actually share the same secretary. But I was a little bit intimidated by her at the beginning. I did not know how I did on the small projects I did for her. She would ask me to change things constantly, and one thing I forget two or three times was: check the local rules. This is so different than what I did at the beginning: state court v.s. federal court different. 

Thinking back, I did many “weird” stuff for her at the beginning. I remember it was my birthday, I had to drive to Louisville law school’s library to check legislative history. I went to this basement and asked the librarian for House Bill and Senate Bill and different years’ statute. There were about 20 thick-ass books  I had to take pictures. But still, I don’t really know what I was looking for. 

Of course, the second thing was the small claim’s hearing she sent me to in Indiana. I think it was either October or December: right after I started. I had no idea what it would be like. She asked me to just ask for dismissal of the case because Plaintiff basically had no claim. I read all the “evidence,” and had my argument, and feel well-prepared. I remember asking her if I needed to file a notice of appearance before I went there, and she was like: no, you don’t need to. But the first thing the clerk asked for was: have you been to this court before? Did you file a notice of appearance? Of course, I am not. Then after hearing almost all cases, finally our case. I went up, introduced myself, and asked the judge to dismiss our case. The judge looked at me and asked: we will have to have a trial today then. I said ok. He looked surprised, then asked: where is your expert witness? I was shocked: where is our expert witness? how the fxxk would I know? So I paused and said we do not have an expert witness, just me. The judge was not happy but would hear our case in the last. So basically my first “trial.” And of course, the Judge agreed on every point I made and did not dismiss the case, and ruled in favor of the Plaintiff. When I told Sarah about this, she said: it’s fine, it’s just a business decision. Wait, a business decision? What does that mean? I think I sort of understood what that means, later on, cause expert witness can be expensive. 

So where was her mentoring? I guess it started off as a trust relationship. She trusted me on more things (or maybe cause she had to, she had too much stuff going on, and she needs some help). She took me to a hearing one day, just to show me how it looks like in state courts. We talked the whole time, and she did not mind answering all my basic questions. Then she started just introducing the farm, horse, and things in Kentucky. At one point, she was telling me “dogwood.” I felt super warm at that moment, and she reminded me of my mom, teaching me everything, talking to me on our way to my grammy’s place. 

I really appreciate her for showing me everything, and I feel I’ve grown a lot faster after I started working with her. 

Another mentor, I encountered for a shorter period of time, but I’ve always admired and respected her and am still am. She is the judge I clerked with: Judge Vaidik. Recently, I just pass the New York bar and am applying for bar admission. Part of the paperwork I had to deal with was to send employment verification for all law-related employment to former and current employers. So I had to send her the forms. I couldn’t help but ask her if she would have lunch sometime, and she said we could have lunch today. I was very excited. Part of the reason for asking her is because I am worried that I won’t be able to see her if I can’t stay in the U.S. 

Somehow I just felt it was a privilege to have worked with her. I feel very proud, and especially she is the Chief Judge on the court of appeals. The warmest moment I had with her was when she went to IU teaching, and she held me and told someone that “she’s great, you need to be good to her. I’m watching ya.” That was so warm. I think she really meant that: it felt good to have a judge having your back. 

That’s how I feel again today. I had no intention of asking her for help but to have a catchup lunch. However, she started asking me to send her my resume so that she could hand it to some people she knew in New York. She mentioned many good firms. Although I know I cannot count on this, but again, I know she has my back. 

She is one of the happiest people I knew, and she is not faking it but has the inner peace. She took on so many responsibilities, from writing opinions to administrate day to day work in the court of appeals, to teaching in universities, and giving speeches at law firms. I guess this can lead to the highlight of the day, what I learned from her: be a giver, not a taker because it will never be enough, there is always more. 

I am sure I will be ok, and everything will head to the thing I want, eventually.