#mlb!svt

[chimivx]

home;run -> fem!reader x mlb!mingyu, mlb!vernon, mlb!dk

College didn't work out, so you're stuck with the next best thing. Living with your superstar brother, traveling with his championship winning team, haunted by your past and heavily influenced by your present.

wc; {part two} 5.6k warnings; 18+, sexual content, alcohol consumption/abuse, bad influences around her, manipulation, her name gets taken advantage of in public media, if i missed anything please let me know!! notes; hi, i am posting & feeling shy. please enjoy. <3 dusting off my fingers for this one, i am still not feeling 100%, thank you everyone for your kind words & messages. peese n lurv. <3

Weeks ago your brother decided this Mingyu thing was good, but only in theory. Parading around with him, hanging out with him, going to bars with him, hooking up with him… All of it actually happening, not good.

DK would prefer you to have these rendezvous with someone who didn’t try to drink his body weight in liquor each time the first can hit his hand, but alas, you were brought home safe every time, so who was he to complain or pick and choose who you can and can’t hang out with.

After their first few seasons together it was clear the two had different outlooks on life, neither of them really in the wrong with how they chose to go about their time, but they didn’t match. They clashed. Your brother, after spending time educating himself on his fathers history and evidently learning that baseball wasn’t the only thing he played, he took a different approach to dating, to women. He was a proper gentleman, DK was, never using his status to acquire a girlfriend with status or money or a title, he searched for love.

A star studded, best pitcher in baseball shouldn’t have had his heart broken as many times as his had been, he should’ve been the one breaking hearts. The girls wanted his money, and they only liked him because he played baseball. His status, his money, his title. All the things he didn’t necessarily want, but had been blessed with. 

He was a good man, and he was always right, but you’d never admit that to his face. Especially after that night, after a weekend of staying at Mingyu’s. DK had sat you down, he spoke for many minutes, many dragging minutes, a monologue full of ‘Wouldn’t you prefer to do something else?’ and ‘Have your friends from Nasara come out to stay with us sometime, maybe you all can spend time in the city together.’ He never said the words, “Don’t date Mingyu,” but you know he despised the idea.

Deep down you despised it too. 

The hunk of golden muscle with a voice so pretty and persuading, he wanted to be your boyfriend. Mingyu’s asked a few times before, letting it become your decision, always telling you he’d wait for you, and that you were his no matter what, that he was here for you, he wanted to take care of you, he wanted to love you. He’d keep his word, you knew he would. It was Mingyu, he kept his promises, he spoke with utmost intent, he didn’t say shit just to say it, nor was he using it to coerce you into his sheets. That you did on your own.

His curly hair, his sappy brown eyes, you’d drown it in, in him, suffocate yourself with Mingyu, all of him until the guilt wallowing in your gut was gone. With each passing day it grew smaller. After each night with Mingyu it was easier to deal with. Like last night, like this entire trip would be.

Arriving in Haos, in the warm air that breezed over your skin like a dream when you stepped out of the airport hand in hand with Mingyu sending cameras flashing away, you finally felt like you could breathe. Away from Iloa, away from the restraints the city put on you, really your brother, this trip felt like freedom. Haos has always been a place you’ve thrived since you were a little girl, traveling back and forth on a jet with your parents and DK, vacationing for months throughout the summer, laying on these beaches until your skin couldn’t take it any longer. The air was different here, it excited you.

It invited you to dance in it, to get lost in it like you did Mingyu.

And that’s just what you did.

Waking up to sunshine peeking through the heavy grey curtains of the hotel room, washing over you where you laid in the king sized bed buried in white sheets and blankets, you didn’t even want to open your eyes. Pressing your hands to your forehead first, rolling onto your back, the ache squeezing your brain threatened your stomach, but you wouldn’t allow it to go any further. Taking a slow, calculated deep breath you lay your arms beside you and stretch, your limbs barely reaching the edges of the mattress. Muscles sore, body tired, you blinked open your eyes and scolded the light with a groan.

Moving beneath the covers, the soft sheets caressing your bare skin, you tugged them off and took your time sitting up. The weight in your head shifted, almost sending you forward. Clamping your hands to your knees, still blinking fervently in the bright sunshine, you find clothes scattered about the floor, your bell bottom jeans inside out and slung over a dresser across the room from you.

You weren’t sure whose room you were in, but the denim jacket, Nike luggage, and custom sneakers let you know where you were. Dragging a hand through your hair, the blow dry still bouncing even though your jaw ached, you took another breath and made your way out of his bed.

These headlines were gonna be good.

You scrolled, and scrolled. Instagram, Twitter, all the accounts that reported on you, that reported on Mingyu, you scrolled, and you read. Wandering out of bed, you scrolled, sitting on the toilet, you scrolled, brushing your teeth, you scrolled. The photos were cute, Mingyu’s arm either around your back or shoulders, unless his hand was wrapped around your neck or squeezing your ass. More often than not your lips were locked, the two of you ‘unable to get enough’ as one drama influencer said on her story.

You’ve been here one night and have already achieved what you came here to do.

There was a certain rush accompanied by seeing your name in posts, in headlines, coming out of peoples mouths. Everyone had their thing, everyone in your life, they had their thing. This was yours, and people were catching on. After each blow up of news, of rumors, of new photos, your follower count grew.

But where there were fun people talking about you, doing their makeup in their ‘Get Ready With Me and Chit Chat About Moon Isla…’ videos and TikToks, there were the assholes, mostly men, who spewed their worthless thoughts. That’s what DK would say. Mingyu had started saying it too, that those kinds of people had nothing better to do with their lives.

It didn’t mean their words didn’t hurt.

“I mean, she’s sloppy, she’s drinking all the time, and he’s there to carry her around,” a man with a microphone in his face and big headphones on around his head spoke from your phone. Dressed now, having read an article that informed you that you bought the entire bar shots of tequila, you attempted to liven up your face in the mirror that stretched across the bathroom wall. “His team is in Haos to train. To practice. To begin their season to take back their trophy, and this bitch is with them, dragging Kim all along Festa Street.” Slicking clear gloss over your lips, you narrowed your eyes and glared at the man on the screen.

Fair skinned, bald, with a bush on his face and all around his jaw. He had that nagging sort of voice, one that tugged on your eardrums and stabbed them thousands and thousands of times with tiny needles filling you with rage.

“Photos came out right away when the team got there, you know,” the man said, and his partner, another bald man with a Lions hat on, hummed in agreement. “Not a smile on his face. Sunglasses on, gear on his back, his hat tugged over his forehead. Now what do you think that means?”

“He’s hungover,” the partner said. The man threw his hands out to the side and cackled.

“Thank you, he’s hungover, and he has to play today.” You scoffed and snatched your phone off the counter. “They’re lucky the new first-”

“Shut up,” you groaned, swiping away to another video. A girl with long, waist length braids in her hair, each one entwined with a fun color was smiling to the camera.

“Guys,” she finally whispered after a second of staring. A giggle corrupted her, sending her face down into her pillows. The camera shook, then she picked her head back up and widened her eyes for a few seconds. “How do I become her?” She slapped a hand over her mouth, then giggled maniacally again. “How do I- Wait, hang on.” 

The camera cut and a picture showed up behind her. Your cheeks warmed. Mingyu had you pressed to a pillar in one of the bars you were in, the name unknown to you. His hands were in the back pockets of your jeans and his forehead was pressed to yours. The way he smiled down at you, god. The picture was a little blurry, a little grainy, but damn. He wasn’t looking at you like you were his dinner. Hearts engulfed his irises.

“Guys?!” The girl shrieked and you jumped, forgetting she was here. “Kim Mingyu, save me! Look at this, do you see this, are we all okay after this…” She rambled more nonsense, and you’re certain the thousands of comments were agreeing with her. On every video of girls like this the comments were full of more girls saying the same exact thing.

You dared, and you clicked.

‘how does she not die when he looks like that’

‘LORD WHEN IS IT MY TURRRRRRN’

‘Shes so lucky waht the actual fuck guys its not fair.’

‘how are they NOT DATING’

How are they not dating? How are you not dating Mingyu? How could you look at a photo like this one, all of it screaming that he loved you, how could you see this, witness this, live this, and not date him? Not want to date him?

Locking your phone, tossing it to the counter, you returned to your makeup and put on fresh mascara, not that anyone was going to see it.

Venturing out into the room, side stepping articles of clothing, you pulled on one of Mingyu's grey Lions tee’s and wiggled back into the jeans you wore last night. Your luggage was elsewhere. DK would tell you where it ended up, he’d tell you where you were staying. You haven’t seen him since you left the airport, you were not looking forward to the lecture you’d get when you met him at the field.

Sliding thick black sunglasses onto your nose, making sure your hair framed your face, you spritzed some of Mingyu’s cologne onto your neck, dropped your things into your little purse, slid into your shoes, and left his room behind.

The team was gone, they’d been out on the field for two hours already. Nearing eleven o’clock you weren’t sure who else would be left behind here at the hotel, hopefully someone you’d catch a ride with, but to your demise as you wandered the halls and rode the elevator down to the lobby, your least favorite people were here.

The WAGs.

A piercing cry echoed through the air and the glass ceiling of the lobby.

The WAGs and their children.

To the right of the main lobby, the carpeted area where large leather couches and a fireplace lived, fabulous heads of hair sat around or stood with their babies in their arms. Tight jeans, fun Lions themed jackets, the whole thing screamed WAGs and it made you want to gag. 

Then you remembered what shirt you put on and kept your thoughts to yourself.

Already regretting approaching them, you took yourself toward the couches and attempted to smile at them. In an instant their chatter quieted, their attention turned to you, and they broke out in cheesy greetings. There were only a few faces you recognized.

Seungcheols wife, Talia, who was very pregnant, had their son Tao on her hip where she stood in front of the couches. Luscious blonde hair flowing toward her waist, her full face of makeup smiled back at you. She was one of the few you actually trusted. Gesturing toward her knee high wedged boots, you shot her a thumbs up. From what you know she was weeks from popping out kid number two, so how she was walking around in those boots, props to her.

On the couch directly in front of you rocking her crying baby sat Daya, a brunette with macchiato colored skin married to the Lions second basemen, Soonyoung, or Hoshi, as the city of Iloa called him. They haven’t been married long, but their baby girl, Tora, was six months old. Hoshi was one of the reasons the team started to crumble last season. Between Daya and his new daughter, the family fought the narrative the entire off season. 

Daya sat beside Halle, a woman with curly black hair hanging at her shoulders and the smoothest dark chocolate complexion. She bounced a baby in her arms, her and her husband, Minghao, their eight month old, Sunday. Another daughter born into the Lions family, one toward the beginning of the season, the family just missing the reason for crumble rumors.

The two were best friends, Daya and Halle, just as were Hoshi and Minghao. With their chins turned up at you and their seemingly judging eyes studying what you wore and how you wore it, they smiled and shared a look.

“Isla you’re so fun,” Talia said with a shake of her head. 

Daya laughed under her breath. “She’ll be one of us soon,” she grumbled, and Halle laughed with her.

“Leave the girl be,” Jihyo spoke up as she passed by the couches, wandering behind her and Junhui’s four year old son, Jisoo. Jun belonged to the Lions long before DK had ever been traded, he was a veteran in Iloa. He and his wife, a couple of high school sweethearts, welcomed you back time and time again, treating you no differently, as if no time had ever passed. Just seeing her face was relief enough.

“Hey,” you half whispered, reaching out for her. She took your hand and squeezed it, the smile lines on her cheeks accenting her stunning smile. Talia watched your hands meet, then watched the interaction, adjusting her baby on her hip. “It’s so nice to see you.”

Jihyo tossed her dark brown hair over the shoulder of her leather jacket. “It’s so much nicer seeing you. Don’t let these girls be mean to you,” she shot Daye and Halle a glare and the two turned toward one another, “She’s a baby, she’s not having any anytime soon.” Smiling back at you, she squeezed your hand once more before returning to her motherly duties. “You came down just in time, they’re picking us up any minute now.”

“How are things with Mingyu?” Daya asked, giving you another once over. “You guys conjure quite the crowd.” You didn’t like the way her eyes felt.

Shrugging, you pursed your lips and said, “Things are great. Why?”

She and Halle spoke to one another again with their eyes, then Minghao’s wife looked up at you. “Why aren’t things official, Isla?” 

Because if things become official then you end up on the couch here with these women and their babies, maybe even with a few of your own. You become a WAG, your entire identity succumbed down into just being someone's wife, someone's mother. You’d be an extension of him, of Mingyu, it’s what he wanted you to be even if he’s never explicitly said it.

But, he has.

You’re his. You’re his whether the label is there or not.

The label.

More of their questions bounced back and forth between them. ‘Has he not asked?’ ‘You have to do something, Isla, you can’t just be his pet.’ ‘I mean, what does it look like, you traveling with him to do what, party and sleep together?’ ‘We’ve seen the photos, everyone has, you guys have something-’

“It is official,” you said with a sureness that shut them up.

The words were set in stone before you had a chance to take them back. The chatter of the wives and girlfriends in the lobby filled the air and did nothing to ease the anxiety around the next news story you just created for yourself. For Mingyu. For your brother.

Exactly what he didn’t want.

Taking a deep breath, you thought to yourself, oh well.

You’d be a different type of WAG, you’d change what it meant. You would not end up here wedged between Daya and Halle, two women unable to calm their fussy babies.

Halle smirked, shaking her curls a bit. “What do you mean it is?”

Narrowing your eyes that she couldn’t see at her, you tilted your head. “He’s my boyfriend. I’m his girlfriend. How much more official can it get? You want proof? Wanna see the pictures he took of us while he was in me last night?”

Daya threw her head backward with a holler of a laugh. Halle’s own jaw fell open, a scoff falling from it. Talia, eyes analyzing still, she started to smile. 

“No, you keep those to yourself,” Halle said.

Daya chimed in, “If you have any of just Mingyu let us know, though.”

Your heart would’ve shot out your chest if you weren’t so hungover. “I would,” you sighed, then started toward the doors of the hotel, “But, he’s mine!”

First one to get to the cars, recognizing your brother's driver, you beelined for the SUV and demanded he pull away and get you to the stadium before any other women could try to get into the car with you. Barely five minutes away from the hotel and twenty from the stadium, your phone buzzed from your purse, and then it buzzed again, and again. Pulling it out you sighed at the notifications polluting your screen, but weren’t surprised in the slightest.

Someone got their check.

‘BREAKING NEWS: The Lions Princess confirms her relationship with…’

It was too long to read across the screen.

‘Moon Isla and Kim Mingyu CONFIRMED!’

‘IT’S OFFICIAL!’

No matter who it was, no matter who sold the story or leaked it, you didn’t have time to feel bad for them, nor yourself. You were well off and doing better for yourself without the need to leak info to the press for a paycheck. You have a DK, and now you have a boyfriend, who doesn’t know he’s your boyfriend yet, but is about to find out he is your boyfriend and probably already did. 

Now you had to tell him in person.

And you had to swear to yourself that you were not going to become one of the WAGs.

As easy as it would be to just hand your whole life over to somebody, to follow them around, to have them take care of you for as long as they saw fit… It wasn’t you.

And it wasn’t going to be you.

The stadium in Haos couldn’t compare to the one in Iloa. Smaller, less sparkly and flashy, positioned directly in the sun, this stadium was lucky the Lions continued to come here to train for a month and a half. The tickets they sold within February and March were probably enough to fund the rest of the year for this company. 

To the Lions it was home away from home. A field to play on, a place to stay. Players like your brother saw it that way, he and a few others like Junhui, they had an appreciation for it. As long as they were throwing a baseball, running the bases, rolling in the grass, they were happy. You had few memories of this place, one of them being finally kissing Mingyu for the first time when you were eighteen and in Haos with your family for a weekend to watch the Lions play a series here. It was something short and sweet but all the more delicious. 

It was sneaky, in a hallway away from celebrations and cameras. The two of you had spent nearly the entire weekend together, talking, re-getting to know one another like most of the time like this was spent. He only kissed you after a dinner with the team, after a few drinks downed by the both of you, his liquid courage hands dancing along your neck gently before they took your cheeks and pulled you into him.

You started at Nasara that fall, though you longed to go back to that weekend every damn day of that grueling first semester. With little to no contact between you and Mingyu, it was easy to slip away from him, and you did so without even realizing it. There came a point in time where he wasn’t even a second thought, a side thought, a thought way in the back of your brain, he was just… gone.

Coming here, spending time at the stadium with the team you hoped that feeling would come back. That first feeling. The way nerves below your skin buzzed as he touched you, as he smiled at you and tipped his chin closer, whispering to you how he hopes no one turns the corner. His soft lips, his strong hands, his chiseled body you simply melted into… Everything about it screamed perfect.

Strutting over the concrete, a coffee acquired in your hand, sun blazing on your back, coaches, security, and other WAGs standing around eyeing you or trying to say hello, you ignored them and kept your head on straight, knowing he was at the end of this pathway. The stands of seats towered over your head, casting shadows onto the pavement, leading you toward the fence you so easily walked around with no one to stop you. Your feet quieted as the grass began, shade covering the green so lush you almost felt bad you were flattening it beneath your shoes.

The boys weren’t actively playing at the moment, the most activity happening that you could see was that of your brother and the Lions catcher Jihoon, or Woozi, stretching in the outfield together in their sponsored Under Armour get ups. Everyone else was wandering the dirt, chatting it up along the dugout, or checking out their gear. Few players stood in their positions from what you could see, everyone's backs to you as you approached the third base line.

“Isla!” His voice brought an instant smile to your face. He was heard before he was seen, scanning the different figures around you, you finally found him hurrying toward you, a big, goofy smile on his cheeks. Completely different than how those men on that podcast were describing him. 

A little bit sweaty, Mingyu wore a cut off Lions tank and matching black shorts, swapping his custom sneakers for a pair of old cleats that supposedly brought him luck while they trained. It wasn’t Spring Training if he didn’t have them on, no one would catch him jinxing the season before it even started. Some of his curls clung to his forehead, his skin aglow beneath the beating Haos sun.

“Change your mind, or something?” The way he scrunched his nose made you giggle. “Heard we’re dating now?” He made it in front of you finally, resting his hands on his hips as he caught his breath.

Pressing your lips together in a silly smile, you shrugged your shoulders and rocked on your feet. “Maybe we are.” He couldn’t tame his happiness, you were certain his cheeks would break. “Sucks I couldn’t have told you first, who’d you hear it from?”

“Hoshi.” He cocked his head backward toward the dugout. Peeking around his large frame you found the two best friends side by side leaning over the fence with their chins resting on their arms looking straight toward you and Mingyu. Hoshi, hair bleached into oblivion, and Minghao, shaggy black hair hanging down his neck. Both boys wore backwards baseball caps. “After he told me I checked to see if you said anything to me, but you didn’t.”

A pout graced your lips. “I wanted to come here and tell you, I’m sorry.”

He moved quickly, reaching out to take you by your shoulders. “No, please, don’t apologize, holy shit, Isla. If anything I’m sorry, it sucks that we can’t say anything without someone taking it and plastering it to the internet.” His thumbs drew circles over the fabric of his own t-shirt. “This mine?” He snickered.

“Yeah,” you sang, “I was in your room, Gyu. My suitcases are MIA.”

“They’re in your room,” he said as if he knew where it was.

You scoffed. “And you didn’t think to tell me where that was so I could-”

“On the other side of the hotel in one of the towers across the property by your brother.” It was all he had to say to have you both deadpanning in seconds. “Like, a mile apart.”

Laughing within a breath you leaned into him and slid an arm around his back. “Oh, agony,” you drug out, tipping your chin backward. “A mile, how ever are we going to do it?” It was too easy to make him laugh.

“DK did it on purpose,” he said quietly, bobbing his head, taking his arms around your back. “He thinks we don’t know what he does and why he does it but, it’s so obvious.” Sipping your coffee, you looked up at him and waited for more. “Does he know you were gonna do this? Today?”

Toying with the hem of his shirt you took a breath. “No, but I can tell you he definitely already knows, news travels fast around here.” The two of you spare your brother a glance, one he was returning. You’ve never seen DK mad, but you do know when his eyes have fallen upon something he doesn’t like.

“You’ll talk him down,” Mingyu nodded, gazing back down at you. “You always do, you have the magic.” 

Blinking, you turned your chin back up to him. “You could talk to him too, yanno.”

He made a face, baring his teeth, cringing. “Ah, you know how I feel about that.”

“It could potentially turn this whole thing around if you do, Gyu,” you muttered, defeat beginning to pool within you. “You want me, you gotta talk to him about it.”

A smile tugged at his lips as he reached for your coffee cup. “I have you. Watcha got in here?” He took a swing before you could answer him, his reaction making you laugh amongst the karma.

“Black coffee,” you droned, taking the white cup back. “And sugar, because someone made me do tequila shots all night.”

Snickering, he dropped down to press a kiss to your lips, one long and slow, as if he was putting the period on the It’s Official statement. Pulling back just slightly, Mingyu mumbled, “Why don’t you substitute that sugar for vodka so we can keep going tonight?”

“Aye, Kim!” A coach called out for him, the team heading back out onto the field.

Whirling around, pulling you into his side, Mingyu waves off the batting coach and ushers you into the dugout making sure you were along the fence with a good spot to watch him hit. Along the way he whispered nonsense to you, telling you what bars you should explore tonight, where you needed to go, what food you should try, but more importantly what drinks you could get and where.

“You’re gonna kill me, Gyu,” you whispered to him after he kissed you one last time. Laughing aloud, head thrown back with vigor, he took to home plate and his persona shifted. Gone was Gyu, out came Kim Mingyu, the Lions right fielder.

Sipping from your coffee, allowing it to ease the ache in your forehead and the unease in your gut, you stood up and wandered the empty dugout. Names were written on everything, the shirts, the bats, the gloves, the mits, it was adorable, it felt like when you’d watch your brother in little league and your father etched his name into everything he owned. Dragging your feet along the ground, dirt and pebbles scraping against the concrete beneath your shoes, you took a deep breath in through your nose and let the fresh air relax you.

Maybe this was a good thing.

The familiar sound of a baseball smacking into the glove of the catcher brought you more comfort than you ever could’ve imagined. Your brother was on the mound, Woozi behind the plate, Mingyu in the batter's box. The whooshing of the bat through the air as your boyfriend acquired another strike had the batting coach calling out a few things to him. With a small smile on your lips you wandered toward the stairs to the dugout along the first base line, stepping up them to lean against the post giving you the clearest view of the field.

Hangover aside, the day was beautiful. The weather was perfect, the boys were talking and laughing with one another, there was the crack of the ball hitting the bat filling you with excitement as someone shouted in the outfield. The ball Mingyu hit was foul, traveling just over right field, but it wasn’t hit long enough for their bench player whose name you hadn’t learned yet to catch it in right field. Your neck stretched, everyones did. Mingyu ran to first base, but Seungcheol would catch it before he made it down the line.

Except Seungcheol was behind home plate with the batting coach, arms folded over his broad chest, his knee wrapped in a brace.

Whipping your head back and forth, from Seungcheol eyeing the ball, to the team, then you, he shouted a name that made your blood run cold.

“Hansol!”

Every bone in your body went stiff, every muscle froze. Neck nearly breaking, you plastered your eyes onto the boy standing behind first base and your coffee cup almost slipped from your trembling fingers.

You could’ve been sick. You wanted to be sick.

Months. It’d been months.

Months of distraction, months of trying to make him go away, months of squeezing him and pushing him down into a feeling you’d only allow yourself to feel between the hours of one and three in the morning if you were any sort of sober. Even drunk, he was there, a ghost haunting your memory of what could’ve been, what you had and what you left behind. He stood here now, five foot ten, a little scrawny, a little pale. Those brown waves, they were just how you left them, fluffy, soft, inviting. His eyes, chocolate and sweet, were on you, he was looking at you, not through you, not around you, at you.

And it hurt.

Every feeling manifested into a stomach ache, a nausea so debilitating that only he would know what to do about it, like he’s done for you so many times before. The amount of times he’s held your hair, that he’s pulled it back for you. So many nights at Nasara, when he was allowed to, he would get you into your bed and make sure you’d fall asleep on your side, telling Ryujin that if either of you needed anything she could call him. He’d try to not let you drink too much, but when he couldn’t keep up with the way you’d bounce around the house he’d appear with a cup full of water and wouldn’t leave you alone until you finished it. 

He’d bring you to Blend, he’d buy you a coffee, he’d offer you breakfast, and if you refused he’d offer his shoulder and he’d let you talk. And not once would he interrupt, he’d only look away to sip his coffee, reminding you to drink some of yours between the stories you had to tell.

You’d follow him along to his practices, one of the only ones to sit in the stands, or behind home plate when he’d bat or train with his coaches gearing him up for this very moment.

When the hell did he get called up?

When the hell did the Lions get him?

Why the fuck is this the first you’re hearing of it, seeing it?

He missed the ball. It fell a few feet behind him. His teammates shouted for him, they tried to get his attention, so many shouts of a name so foreign to you only because you knew it wasn’t his favorite. He was stuck, much like you, with a thousand things to say splayed out between the two of you.

Vernon.

He was here, in Haos, playing on the same team as your brother. 

On the same team as your boyfriend. 

Holy shit, Mingyu was your boyfriend.

Mingyu was your boyfriend, words you chose to say on the same day the boy you had fallen in too far deep with appears on his baseball team.

“Hansol!”

Finally his gaze of disbelief was ripped from you, having you loose a breath you were holding. Murmurs of his voice, nothing more than a hum hit you where you were standing, a sound so incredibly comforting it had tears welling up in your eyes. You’re sure it was pleading, and apologies, and excuses for missing the easiest play for a first baseman.

He hurried toward Seungcheol and the coach, as did the team, and you hightailed it off the field while no one's eyes were on you, hurried for the closest bathroom and hid yourself in a stall, collapsing to the floor with rushed breaths, willing your heart to calm down.

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baseball!seventeen reacting to the new see-through uniform pants

A/N: THIS IS MOSTLY SFW I PROMISE! Taking a quick break from the D&D series to bring you this because it made me laugh. Credits to my girl @au-writer who helped come up with these

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FOR CONTEXT: Major League Baseball (the MLB) recently switched over their uniform manufacturers. The new manufacturer is, quite simply, VERY bad. Not only are the actual jerseys terrible quality, but the pants that players have to wear are pretty much completely see-through. It is a (hilarious) disaster, and therefore, these headcanons were born. For more context, read HERE.

Refuses to wear the pants: Seungcheol, Joshua Seungkwan

Seungcheol, being the leader if of the team, sees all the issues with the pants and refuses to wear them out of rage. He runs a CLASSY team. He secretly also refuses because he knows one squat into his catching position and those pants will be ripped to shreds. He's the first to take it up with the players union and argue that the team will not be playing with those ridiculous pants. Joshua, while sometimes a chaotic gremlin, knows his limits, and he is not willing to let his mom see him do his job with so much visible because of the pants. He will still absolutely tease the hell out of the members who chose to wear the pants, but no way you are catching him wearing them himself. He is also taking bets on who rips their pants first. Seungkwan also refuses to wear the pants, echoing pretty much everything Seungcheol says with extra sass, like "YES" "YOU TELL THEM". He has dignity as well as personality and he intends to keep both.

Comes up with a creative solution to wear the pants: Wonwoo, Woozi, Seokmin, Minghao, Vernon

Wonwoo outright hates the see-through pants, and the only way he will wear them is if he wears his team-issued jackets around his waist for the whole game/practice. He doesn't care if its not regulation or if he gets fined. If he has to wear the pants, he will be doing it his way - jackets on. Woozi, while pissed, accepts his fate knowing that Seungcheol will probably fight the league until its fixed. Until then, he's doubling up on pants and underwear to try and keep some dignity. Seokmin will let out a horrified scream after putting on the pants and seeing that they are very see through. He will see that some of the others are doing double-pants and other various solutions and will join in, but likely with more flare. Like, it will be glaringly obvious that he is trying to hide how see-through the pants are. He will also be the first to rip through them. Minghao sees the complete see-through-ness of the pants and knew something had to be done, so he takes his pants to a tailor to get them reinforced and make them less see-through. Everyone else is jealous because they didn't think of that first. Vernon, being the chillest human ever, just decides to wear extra pants over the see-through ones, from other baseball pants to swim trunks - whatever he can find just to cover up for the time being. He will absolutely walk out to the field during their first spring training game wearing basketball shorts over his pants.

Wears the pants: Jeonghan, Jun, Hoshi Mingyu, Chan

Jeonghan decides to wear the pants because he knows that he's not going to be seen that much anyway, and honestly he's got other things to worry about than his pants being see-through (like his next bullpen cat nap or how to beat Joshua at cards during their next travel day) Jun, an unbothered king, just rolls with it. He's like "welp, another day of the baseball, time to get dressed" and embraces the see-through. Jun doesn't realize they are see through until he is out on the field doing warm-ups and by that point he's like "eh why not". He actually enjoys how breezy they are. Hoshi could be categorized with the "creative solution" team, but honestly he's just so excited to play that he really doesn't care about how see-through the pants are. He will absolutely try doing high-kicks and back-flips as a means of testing just how see through the pants are. He will also use this opportunity to push the horangae agenda with pride. Minimal shame is seen from him. Mingyu wears the see-through pants. He doesn't realize they are see-through at first. The team tries to convince him they are not see-through and it almost works. It gets to a point where he just says "screw it" and embraces the see through. He knows he looks good, but he will be shyly blushing the entire time. Chan, despite Seungcheol's protests and teasing from various teammates, wears the pants with (mostly) confidence. He's a grown man, he can do what he wants. If they are see-through, they are see through. He's there to play baseball, that's pretty much it. Jeonghan does try to get him to cover up, but he refuses.

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Who wants to see him throw out a first pitch at a MLB game?

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What is with this MLB hat era for SVT lately is New Era paying them like this is a new level of wearing these damn hats in MVs, shows and everything soifjdoigj

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Personal faves

These stories (or whatever I  might put on here) are my personal faves and I will tell you guys why

Dead mall series - Seventeen-teen-teen-trash

Fandom: Seventeen

Genre: Horror

Type: Smau

Status: Completed

Pairing: None

Summary: The boys explore an abanoned mall to rekindle their friendship and things goes sideways when people start to go missing.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: Okay so basically I love Seventeen-teen-teen-trash, and I’ve been reading their stuff since Ash started their Svt college series. I’ve been there when both Liz and Mimi got introduced and has read all of their stuff too. Mimi wanted to write something different from the others and tried her hand at writing horror and thus the dead mall series was created. I became a part of a group chat where we discussed the au and theories everytime there was an update. We experienced this series to the fullest, and it just meant a lot to me at the time, I found a community of people who liked the same things and everyone in that chat was really nice and Mimi (who was also in the chat) was also realy nice and that whole period of time just meant a lot to me. 

Pigella vs Shadowmoth - Buggachat

Fandom: MLB

Genre: Humor

Type: Comic

Status: Completed

Paring: None

Summary: Pigella meets Shadowmoth

Why does it deserve to be a fave: It is amazing, just trust me! It is 1 minute of your time

Meeting you changed me - Bonbonthedragon

Fandom: BNHA

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Type: Written fic

Status: Ongoing

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Summary: Dad!Bakugo who has been hurt before and is relucant to trust again but his son loves the owner of the cute coffeeshop on the corner.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: It’s got everything. Single dad!Bakugo, coffeshop au, kinda slowburn.

Little by little - Beibeecakes

Fandom: BNHA

Genre: Angst

Type: Oneshot

Status: Completed

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x his kids (in a wholesome way)

Summary: It is dad!Bakugo, but this is after wife!Reader dies on a mission and he is left alone in grief and with kids.

Why does it deserve to be a fave:  Dad!Bakugo, which I’m always a sucker for tbh, reconecting with his children through grief. I cried.

The prince and the shadows - Grufflepuff-writes-stuff

Fandom: Marvel

Genre: Fluff

Type: Oneshot

Status: Completed

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: You grew up in Vanaheim, but spend a lot of time in Asgard with the princes. You’ve grown apart but has come of age and your mother want’s you to reconect.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: It is childhood friends to lovers, it’s just super cute.

You are thick -  Falloutjay

Fandom: South Park

Genre: Slight angst, fluff

Type: Oneshot

Status: Completed

Pairing: Kenny McCormick x Reader

Summary: Thick!Reader is dating Kenny and Cartman calls her names, Kenny is reader’s protector/confidence boost

Why does it deserve to be a fave: I love Kenny, and him sorta defending thick!Reader, just makes me feel some type of way.

Bakery “enemies” au - Buggachat

Fandom: MLB

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Type: Comic

Status: Ongoing

Pairing:  Marinette Dupain-Cheng x Adrien Agreste

Summary:  It is post Hawkmoth defeat. Ladybug and Chat Noir never learn each others identites and no one knew about Mayura. Marinette suspects Adrien so she believes they are enemies, he knows nothing and is just trying to move on.

Why does it deserve to be a fave:  It is sorta onesided enemies to lovers, since Adrien doesn’t know Marinette thinks they are enemies. It is all very nice and is in an amazing artstyle!

Scarlet Lady - Zoe-oneesama

Fandom: MLB

Genre: Humor, fluff

Type Comic

Status: Ongoing

Pairing: Marinette Depain-Cheng x Adrien Agreste

Summary:  Chloe  has stolen Tikki before Marinette got to meet her, so she is now Scarlet Lady who along with Chat Noir has to save Paris from Hawkmoth.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: Chloe sucks as a superhero, Marientte (kinda) catches a break for once, Adrien has the fattest crush on Marinette, who crushes on Chat Noir. A lot of character development that the actual show hasn’t done. Super cute artstyle!

Abberation - Bakuhoes-dumbass

Fandom: BNHA

Genre: Horror

Type: Written fic

Status: Ongoing

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Shouto Todoroki x Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, Denki Kaminari x Reader, fumikage Tokoyami x Reader, Hitsohi Shinso x Reader, Tamaki Amajiki x Reader, Haws x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Kai Chisaki x Reader

Summary:  Quirks are a mutation which a very small part of the world posess. Reader is the new scientist at a facility that studies dangerous criminals with quirks.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: It is just a very uniqe idea and It is SO well written.

Butter fingers - Jincherie

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Fluff

Type: Oneshot

Status: Completed

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Summary:  Hybrid!Namjoon as a preschool teacher.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: It is so cute! 

Another world - Nexusspiders

Fandom: Marvel

Genre: Angst, fluff

Type: Multi part fic

Status: On going

Pairing: Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Reader

Summary: In reader’s universe her Peter is killed by Green Goblin, so she takes over and becomes Spiderwoman. Que MCU Peter’s spell gone wrong, and she is transferred to that universe, but Peter 3 looks just like her Peter.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: It is amazingly written! And I love the heartbreaking thing with Peter 3 not knowing her while she has all these memories with him. 

Stumbling words - Writing-mlm

Fandom: BNHA

Genre: Fluff

Type: Oneshot

Status: Completed

Pairing: Denki Kaminari x Male!Reader

Summary: Denki has had a crush on Reader for 4 years and decides to try to ask them out. It takes a few tries.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: I love support course!Reader and all the possibilities it entails. It is super well written and it makes me giddy seeing the pining from both sides.

Bee movie AU - Moonlitceleste

Fandom: DC x MLB

Genre: Humor, fluff

Type: Fics, art, moodboard, playlist, merch?

Status: It is a masterlist of all things bee movie au

Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Summary: It is a dumb idea that  Moonlitceleste and Lady-literature started and it has blossomed into something amazing

Why does it deserve to be a fave: Honestly, why shouldnt it? It is the epitome of chaos and dumb funny stuff for characters that I love.

Yue/Zuko/Sokka - Shanastoryteller

Fandom: ATLA

Genre: Fluff? I’m not sure tbh

Type: Drabbles

Status: On going (I think)

Painring: Bethroed Zuko x Yue, Sokka is their lover

Summary: Zuko is bethroed to Yue to make an alliance between the fire nation and the Northern water tribe. Yue is in love with Sokka. Zuko does his absolute best to make Yue comfortable in the situatuon and tries to make sure that she gets the respect she deserves, from her own people and his alike. He ends up making Sokka both their lover and ambassador for the water tribe. He cares very much about Yue’s wellbeing.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: I love Yue and I never see fics with her as anything other than an enemy. I love their dynamic and how hard Zuko fights to give her everything she deserves.

Husband for hire - Bakugotrashpanda

Fandom: BNHA

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Type: Written fic

Status: Completed

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: Reader is facing the possibility of losing her farm if she is not married before the end of the year, Bakugou is a broke college student looking for a cheap place to stay. A fake marriage is the only logical solution.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: I have never had any kind of interest in Stardew Valley before reading this. It is so well written and the characterization of not only characters I already knew (Bakugou, Kirishima and so on) but I also felt like I knew the Stardew Valley characters.

Note: Reading this made me buy the game

To shape a home - Mindninjax

Fandom: BNHA

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Type: Written fic

Status: Completed

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: Reader inherits her grandfathers farm in her old hometown, a runin with a rude farmer makes the whole experience more memorable as she tries to make the old farm into a home.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: I have never had any kind of interest in Stardew Valley before reading this. It is so well written and so detailed! Turns out I am indeed a slut for Farmer!Bakugou. Love that other My hero characters are residing in the town and I love the relationships between the different characters.

Note: Reading this made me buy the game. Sweet Mama deserves everything.

The age of consent - Officialeddiemunson

Fandom: Stranger Things

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Type: Written fic

Status: Ongoing

Paining: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Summary: Reader worries that her brothers new idol could be a bad influence on him. It doesn’t help that her and Eddie have history. 

Why does it deserve to be a fave: It is Henderson!Reader, which I am a slut for. It is really well written and I love that you get to see a chapter from Eddie’s pov so soon. I love the sibling dynamic between Reader and Dustin, and the dynamic between her and Eddie. I love that you get to uncover both sides of their breakup.

A guide to D&D and dating - Munsons-maiden

Fandom: Stranger Things

Genre: Fluff, Slight angst

Type: Oneshot

Status: Finished

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You wanted to surprise your boyfriend Eddie, to do so you’ve convinced Dustin to teach you Dnd. Eddie starts to worry as this makes you cancel dates often. 

Why does it deserve to be a fave: It is so cute! As someone who actually plays dnd it makes me happy to have a fic that (kinda) has a focus on the game. The dynamic between Dustin and reader is immaculate. Eddie being cute and worried. 

Jealousy, jealousy -  Theoreticslut

Genre: Angst, fluff

Type: Oneshot

Status: Finished

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Summary: You are a well established part of the Hellfire club but when your brother and his friends join you get pushed aside.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: It is so well written! The sibling jealousy feels so real. Everything is *chefskiss*

The song of beren and luthien -  Iliaclwrites

Genre: Fluff

Type: Written fic

Status: Finished

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: No one knows that Eddie has a girlfriend. No one would have guessed it to be the cute assistant librarian who helps Dustin with his first campaign in Hellfire. 

Why does it deserve to be a fave: It is so cute! Reader is amazing and the way she helps Dustin with his campaign and the whole brownie thing from part 2. Amazing.

June baby - Luveline

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Type: Will be a written fic

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Teen mom!Reader

Summary: Eddie finds a toddler infront of his house and decides to meet his new neighbours. 

Why does it deserve to be a fave: It is so cute! Junie is so acurately written, like you can feel her being a toddler. Junie’s relationship with Eddie and the way he jut pops around to help in cute sneaky ways!

Man of the month - Mochie85

Genre: Angst, fluff, slight smut

Type: Series

Status: Finished

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: You are a member of the avengers who enjoys photography as a hobby. Tony robes you in to plan and take the pictures for the Avengers very own tasteful nudes calender. Problem is that while apparently some of your teammembers may have feelings for you, you only have eyes for one and you’re certain he doesn’t feel the same. 

Why does it deserve to be a fave: It is so nice and fun, not so much the whole nice guy thing Steve has going on, but it feels so in character! I love that we can feel y/n becoming more and more on edge as the fateful december shoot edges closer. I really enjoy her relationship to the different characters and seeing how they react to rejection. I love the friendship she evolves with Shaun.

First Impressions - Lost-walmartbag

Genre: Angst, fluff

Type: Series

Status: Ongoing

Pairing: Eric Cartman x Reader

Summary: You meet Eric Cartman in college and start dating (a good and healthy relationship), he takes you back to meet his mom and South Park in general.

Why does it deserve to be a fave: I hate Eric Cartman with my entire being... This fic has made me see him in a completely different light.. I really like his character in this fic and I can’t wait to see him try to come to terms with and/or try to justify his actions from the show. Also this is a Liane Cartman hateclub. 

[paktechnician]

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Gary Bettman says it is ‘arduous to check’ the NHL ever returning to the Olympics

A lot for the NHL eyeing a grand return to the Olympics in 2022.

Days after a report indicated the league could be utilizing its elevated presence in China as a path to partaking within the Beijing Winter Video games, NHL commissioner Gary Bettman informed Sweden’s SVT Sport, as relayed by SB Nation, that it is “arduous to check” the NHL ever returning to future Olympics.

Months after headlining the league’s repeated stance in opposition to participant participation within the 2018 PyeongChang Winter Olympics, Bettman didn’t rule out an NHL presence in Beijing for the 2022 Video games, per SB Nation. The league’s efforts within the 2017-18 China Video games exhibitions, actually, would counsel the NHL desires to play a giant position abroad. However the commissioner additionally stated it is tough to think about “a situation the place it is sensible” for NHL gamers to take part in any Olympics outdoors North America.

“I by no means say by no means, however I discover it arduous to check a situation the place it is sensible except, probably, the Winter Video games are again in North America the place the time-frame, and the eye, and the logistics — journey — are rather a lot totally different,” Bettman stated, per SB Nation.

These phrases are unsurprising contemplating the NHL’s insistence on retaining its 2017-18 common season schedule intact — an insistence that prompted NBC to basically black out the league’s video games through the South Korea Video games in February. If probably the most outstanding of NHL gamers’ voices are any indication, nonetheless, these phrases are additionally the newest instance of Bettman and Co. shielding their most marketable stars from a world stage.

MVP Connor McDavid was considered one of numerous big-name gamers to publicly name out the NHL for disallowing gamers to attend the 2018 Olympics and refusing to interrupt up the common season schedule. And whereas Bettman and league executives could also be justified in preaching logistics and well being issues, as they’ve incessantly achieved because the NHL’s first 2018 prohibition bulletins, they will not be successful over any extra followers amongst their gamers in the event that they maintain out of extra Winter Video games.

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Majestic マジェスティック ベースボールシャツ ニューヨーク ヤンキース メッツ カブス ホワイトソックス [MM21-MLB-0020] 【majestic tシャツ スポーツ ストリート 大きいサイズ】

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[chimivx]

home;run -> fem!reader x mlb!mingyu, mlb!vernon, mlb!dk

College didn't work out, so you're stuck with the next best thing. Living with your superstar brother, traveling with his championship winning team, haunted by your past and heavily influenced by your present.

wc; {part one} 6.6k ~ { rec'd to start here <3 } warnings; 18+, sexual content, alcohol consumption/abuse, bad influences around her, manipulation, her name gets taken advantage of in public media, if i missed anything please let me know!! notes; Isla's story is here <3 please enjoy <3

A black box hole in the wall full of sweaty people from age eighteen to fifty seven with drinks or their hands or their arms in the air, every other face knowing yours.

In the middle of the dance floor, the flashing lights above you showering you in hues of blue and pink, you spun in circles, in and out of the hold of a random girl you met that night or a guy who was hoping to take you home. The space was tight, bodies were pressed together so that it didn’t matter who you came with that night, you’d be grinding against strangers whether you wanted to or not.

Many drinks deep, none of it seemed to matter.

The girl you ended up with held onto your hands, swinging them about, singing along to the pop song that poured from the speakers, the music just loud enough to shout over. She had to be no younger than you, twentyish, wearing a denim skirt and bodysuit, her longer, curly brown hair laying down her back. Mocha skin so sweet you longed to drag your tongue along her jaw, she was stunning, and just as drunk as you were.

Simply feeling the vibe, the world blurry, you let her run her hands down your hips as you both moved to the music, her acrylic fingernails tugging at the hem of your loose fitted dress you tossed on for the night. Flipping your hair over your shoulder, a fresh blow out from before you left the house that had you feeling sorry for the stylist because you knew you’d sweat it out within an hour of being here, and you did, you threw your arms around her broad shoulders and closed the space between your bodies.

Inches taller than you she flashed you her sparkling smile and cradled her hands around your waist, pressing her forehead to yours. Having to bend at her neck, she smiled down at you, the gentlest chuckle tumbling from her lips.

“Didn’t take Lee Isla as a spicy straight,” she said over the music, and it made you throw your head back with a laugh of disbelief.

Tugging her closer so your chest was pressed to hers, you touched noses and said, “It’s Moon Isla, and she’s bi, thank you very much,” through a smirk before dragging your tongue over her lips, slipping it between her teeth.

You didn’t get to kiss her long, but you enjoyed every second of the five minutes spent without a breath to spare. Arms stronger than your own wrapped around your waist, just over the girls, muscled and toned. Lifting you off the floor and out of her grip, your lover of a half hour bid you farewell with a smile, laughing as you were carried off of the dance floor, kicking your legs in protest. 

“Put me down!” 

The arms that held you laughed, the rock hard chest you were pressed against moved with you, the boy carrying you so effortlessly, like it cost him no energy. Through the crowd of people, eyes gazing up at you like you were some sort of icon, and unfortunately you were, their princess, you couldn’t wipe the grin from your face as disappointed as you were to be torn from the babe on the dance floor. He sat you down on a barstool, one soft and cushioned with purple velvet, the fabric caressing the skin of your thigh exposed beneath your dress.

“Mingyu,” you whined, looking up at the honey skinned, curly haired muscle mass of a man that planted one hand on the bar and the other around your back. Snickering to himself, he took the hand around your back and used it to grab your chin, tilting your head further back. “She was hot.”

He quirked a brow. “And I’m not?” Several people who passed by let their eyes linger on the boy bigger than all the boys you’ve ever known. He was bigger than Seonghwa, no, bigger than Yunho- two boys you knew once upon a time. Two boys who you haven’t heard from in months.

Letting your eyes drop, fawning over his stretch of a frame, you took your lip between your teeth and nodded. Dressed in jeans and a white loose fitted button down, one side tucked into his leather belt, he was hot. Mingyu has always been hot. A chain hung around his neck, peeking out from the three buttons he left undone of his shirt, matching the jewelry that hung on his wrists, everything surely costing him thousands of dollars, including the cologne that clouded the delicious skin of his golden chest inviting you to drag your fingers over it.

Thank you fifty million dollar salary.

A custom pair of Nike’s lived on his feet, striped with red and black with the number thirteen detailed on them, his number. The white of the shoes matched the white of his shirt, it was very Mingyu. Always put together, always a vision, almost always professional.

Except when it came to you.

Barely whispering the words, “You are,” to him, his eager smirk closed the space between you and kissed you, one hungry, yet satisfied. Taking your arms around his back, you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him closer, a laugh tumbling from his chest into your parted lips.

People around you, people that were paying attention to the two of you that you paid no mind to, they were cheering, encouraging you, shoving their flashes from their phones into your faces, surrounding you, calling your names. Isla and Mingyu, Mingyu and Isla. The two of you, your faces were plastered to drama sites online, every other post on pop culture Instagram accounts. Your name was dropped within every interview Mingyu gave to the public, on news channels or local media, where he’d answer with a bashful smile, a shrug and a slick, “I don’t know what’s going on.”

He got the easy questions, the cute ones that made the reporters smile and laugh with remorse as Mingyu tried to move on from the subject, though he’d play it up only to gather more attention. When caught in interview crossfire you dealt with the sleazy questions, the exact ones that women were forced to answer before they began to revolt, shoving insults back in the reporters faces. Those were the kinds of questions you were thrown.

How does it feel to be dating the most famous right fielder in baseball?

Does Mingyu know you’re out right now? What would he say if he caught you here?

Is this outfit Mingyu approved? What does your brother have to say about your relationship with his teammate? Surely it can’t feel too good for him to know one of his friends is hooking up with his sister.

Damn them all.

It’s why you played this part up. Unhooking your hands from around his back you shoved them into his hair, your fingers tangling with the curls that grew longer each day. They were long enough now to poke out of the bottom of his hat when he’d play out on the field, you adored it. The black wispy twirls would brush over his eyes, his lashes, but he wouldn’t allow them to.

You wished he would.

Curls touching his lashes, curls that would touch your lashes, ones that’d brush your forehead, tickle your skin if he got too close. Curls that would frame sweet chocolate eyes swirling with caramel, eyes that’d linger on you while you skipped down a dimly lit hallway fitted with a dark red rug atop dark hardwood floors, elbow in elbow with one of your sisters while music blasted in the room next door drawing you toward it like a moth to a flame…

Parting from him with a smack, you tightened your fingers in his fluffy mess and pressed your foreheads together. Flashes still lit up around you like clockwork, people still called your name, his name, shouting incoherent things you’d be able to pick up when you watched all of these videos back tomorrow morning in a hungover daze. Closing your eyes, breathing him in, you started to smile.

“What are you thinking about?” Mingyu asked, pushing his chin forward to press a kiss to your cheek. Opening your eyes, giving him a look, he snickered and wrapped an arm around your waist, nearly holding you on his hips as he yanked you from the stool, held you close, and weaved you through the crowd, through the crowded club, and onto the streets of Iloa, a big, broad city stretching across the most northern part of Casa.

Compact with streets and buildings alike, Iloa compared to Delo, a city you’ve spent ample time in, but it wasn’t as busy in the slightest. In Iloa people moved like they were always in a rush, like they had someplace to be at all times, no one ever slowed down. Home to major businesses, major companies that kept the majority of all towns and cities going, Iloa was the hub, the most important city to date.

It was also the home of the Iloa Lion’s. 

One of the greatest teams in Major League Baseball, the team to hit wild records and create their own. They’ve made history more than once, throughout the existence of the entire organization dating back to the early 1900’s. They were good, they were a little cocky, but this past year, at the end of the last season, their world was rocked.

Choi Seungcheol, their star studded first basemen, one homegrown in Iloa, tore his ACL at the beginning of September just weeks before the team had a chance to clinch their well deserved spot in the playoffs. Already a rocky season, players on leave to have babies, players coming off of strained muscles and sprained ligaments throughout spring training, players being placed on the injured list left and right throughout the summer… The team took a hard hit, and with Seungcheol’s major injury taking him out of the season indefinitely, they were screwed and they knew it.

Their backup first baseman couldn’t cut it. Even with their coach moving all their positions around, scrambling the outfield, Mingyu having to play center field while Soonyoung, or Hoshi as the fans would call him, had to play shortstop because Minghao, coined The8, had to play third base because Seungkwan had to play first base. Everyone played a different position every single game and they crumbled. Not entirely, you would grumble at the broadcasts and fans online glowering in the Lions downfall, but all they did was miss the Wildcard playoffs by one measly game they lost by a single point.

It sucked. Your brother made the playoffs every year since he entered the MLB, he was the Lions saving grace, every game he played. He was the personality in the locker room, he kept the team together, he was the glue, he was Casa’s sweetheart, the entire state adored him. From Ilona all the way down to the beaches of Haos, DK was a household name.

Lee Seokmin.

Dokyeom.

DK.

He was the face of hope, the sunshine, the kindhearted, humble beast of all baseball. A pitching god who changed what it meant to be a designated hitter for their hometeam. The Lions would DH him amidst his three game pitching break. Your brother could throw a hundred pitches and finish the game in a shutout. He’s had several no hitters, an insane amount of shutouts, and the most wins for any starting pitcher in the MLB. His team had his back as much as he had theirs.

Now with the season quickly approaching, the team preparing to fly to Haos for spring training, DK was ready to bring that trophy back home in October. He’d take his team there this year, his sights were set on the playoffs like he announced after the game they lost at the end of September.

“You know, you win, you lose, what matters is what you do with it. We lost, but we got hit hard this month. All we can hope is that Cheol has a fast, but necessary recovery, that he takes all the time he needs so we can have him back in the cages with us in March, but until then we all need to put in work. I hope my team knows that we tried our best, we did what we could with what we were given, but the Bull’s were better. We’ll be back next year, I know we will. I’m disappointed for sure, but I’m going to get some much needed family time started early this offseason. We’ll be back.”

That much needed family time was being spent the same as it always was.

You on top of Mingyu in the backseat of his Rolls Royce while his driver speeds you away to his penthouse a half hour away from the Lions stadium, and fifteen minutes from the club you tumbled out of. The time was spent latched to the boys front, tugging at his hair, lips devouring lips, teeth clashing, skin biting, until you were at his place and he nearly carried you inside away from the camera flashes awaiting you there, stumbled into the elevator, pressed you to the wall and slipped a hand between your legs toying with you until the door slid open.

LIfting you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, he carried you through his spacey halls with portraits of the team and himself along the walls, his decadence hanging around commemorating his success and all of his achievements. Taking you into his bedroom, a room with the darkest blue walls and furniture made of the cleanest, darkest wood, he laid you flat on your back, but not before he slipped your dress over your head with a happy hum as he found barely anything beneath it. 

The time was spent well, you’d say. Mingyu marking your skin, using you as his own, taking you to the peak of highest pleasure again, and again, and again, as many times as you’d allow him to do so. For hours on end you’d be here, or his plush couch in the living room, or the kitchen counters, or the bathtub with jets along the wall with floor length windows, or the stand in shower big enough for four people, or against the door, or his backseat where it’d start all over again.

You left Delo, not on your own accord, but by force. Much needed family time, it made you laugh at the television when you’d seen it. You haven’t seen your parents in months, and DK only showed face in times like this, when his own success faltered. So, you left the city you were falling in love in- you mean with- you were shipped up to Iloa with your brother who moved you into his place, and you immediately sought out a distraction, but this distraction found you.

You’ve known of Mingyu, Mingyu has known of you. Both of you public figures somehow in your own ways, it was hard not to. Mingyu’s been on the Lions as long as DK has, though Mingyu came up through the organization like Seungcheol, and your brother was traded to the team because his first year in the MLB on the Cyclones didn’t cut it. That manager, to this day, will still mumble his regrets over losing your brother, how he gave him up before he even gave him a chance.

The two became friends, Mingyu and your brother, two newbies starting the same year, young, bright eyed, excited. You’ll never forget that first game, you were around sixteen years old, your brother a baby himself, just eighteen and the Lions newest starting pitcher. Mingyu, sharing an age with your brother, joined him in the postgame interview, both boys questioned on what it felt like starting in, and winning their first MLB game here at home in Iloa.

Mingyu and his family joined yours in celebration that night, after the team held something celebratory of their own for one another and their two outstanding rookies. It didn’t take long at all for your families to mesh, your father, a baseball player himself, one who played for the Cyclones for the entirety of his twenties, knew how to make and keep friends. He also drew a crowd wherever he went, as did your mother, the author of a six book series that exploded ten years ago after her debut novel had been published. There were now talks of her series becoming a movie, six, seven or eight films long, with whispers of prestigious actors being cast as the characters she’s created.

His family became friends quickly, Mingyu’s parents of wealthy status as well finding it easy to fit into the life your parents were given, or, well, created, you supposed, in some way. Your parents and his, they spent weekends flying around to different countries, spending time at their homes on the beach in Haos, dining at places in Iloa and visiting the Cyclones stadium which made your brother uncomfortable. When they weren’t shopping they were on a plane. When they weren’t eating small portioned meals at extraordinary prices they were sipping wine on coasts or yachts.

When you weren’t at home with your brother now, you were here in Mingyu’s bed. When you weren’t intrigued by the dinner your parents bought everyone that very first night, you were happily distracted by Mingyu’s ankles that nudged yours beneath the marble table.

Sixteen and eighteen, two ages full of different levels and reasoning of excitement.

That night he left you with nothing more than a quick wink, having said but two words to you within all the hours spent together.

Since then there were years of getting to know one another through events at the ballpark and your attendance at games, until you turned eighteen and the messaging started through Instagram till he got around to getting your number. It all grew into mindless flirting, teasing, an unspoken thing between the two of you, a baseball player with a name on everyone's lips and a socialite who wouldn’t even call herself a socialite, but the sister of one of his closest friends who just so happened to have visibility through him and her parents.

Mingyu didn’t care though, at least, it didn’t seem like it. DK never came up in conversation, he asked you questions about yourself, he wanted to know what went on in Isla’s brain, not anyone else's. He didn’t chalk up your relationship existing because of who your family was or where you came from, he liked you for you. And even though most nights you laid wide awake with heavy breath heaving from your lips, a hand shoved between your thighs with another boy on your mind, you figured you probably liked him too, your distraction.

DK’s ceilings stretched fifteen feet high from the foyer all the way into the kitchen and dining rooms, then they opened up above the living room, the sitting room, the bar, a stifling thirty feet above one's head. Each bathroom was adequate, normal ceilings for a normal room, unless you were in any of the seven on the second floor, then they towered up to the skylights one could admire the sun or stars out of while lying in any of the jacuzzi tubs. The five on the first floor were only blessed with twelve feet of height, but each bidet was certainly a treat.

The front door, garage door, and backdoor were all made of the same heavy oak wood, stained the deepest black standing out along the stark white walls on the outside of his home. Windows of the same style, some stood tall from floor to fifteen foot ceiling while others rounded out and grew smaller, picky about how much sunlight they’d let leak into certain rooms. Floors of marble, the finest hardwood, stunning stones, each room was different, not two the same. He built this place from the ground up, ensuring there would be plenty of space for his family to fit in it.

A father who favored his former team, a mother who’d steal his spotlight the second a book of hers was mentioned, and a sister, you, Moon Isla, who stumbled through the front door, heaving it open because it was utterly too heavy, hungover as fuck from the night before. An act you followed through with now, stumbling through the doorway after pushing it open with so much force your equilibrium had been thrown off.

Bare feet hitting the cool stone set into the floor of his foyer, the heels hooked around two fingers flew from your hold and hit the floor with a clatter, the sound echoing into the empty space above your head and into the vacant halls winding every which way from left to right, forward and back. Nudging the door shut with your backside, laying your head on the wood as you walked backward, it clicked into place with another booming sound into your polished marble, sparkling clean surroundings. 

“Jagiya?” Shouted from the second floor, his voice traveling down the half winding stairs set to your left, extending up to the balcony that looked down into the foyer, a small bar and sitting room beneath the staircase. Groaning, knowing your clothes were disheveled, your hair was thrown up into a bun hanging off the side of your head and your makeup was on Mingyu’s sheets, with a short moment to close your eyes, you prepared yourself for the brotherly lesson you were about to receive. “Is that you?”

He came out of his bedroom. The thirty foot wide and thirty foot long bedroom that lived above the front door and extended over the front patio, positioned halfway over the bar to your left as well. With a bag on one shoulder, your tiny purse around your other wrist, a sweater in one hand and your phone in the other, you lifted it, let it read your face, and sighed at the time. One thirty in the afternoon. He had just come back from the Lions stadium.

Sure enough, as he reached the bottom of the stairs, his own bare feet touching the cold floor, you scoped him out head to toe. Black hair sweaty and stringy hung in front of his forehead and the Under Armour took to his muscled form like saran wrap. Looking you over, he analyzed you just the same, both your cheeks flushed for different reasons. 

Blinking his bright brown eyes, he took a breath before he asked, “Were you with Mingyu at least?” 

In an instant you dropped everything in your hands, sulking your shoulders so your bag could slide off your being and hit the floor with everything else in a pile. Narrowing your eyes, tipping your chin down, DK tried to not shrivel beneath your glare.

“Yes,” you hissed, gritting your teeth. “I was with Mingyu. And my name is Isla.”

He sighed, placed his hands to his hips and glanced at the heap your belongings made on his floor. “How many times are we gonna have the same argument?”

Taking your hands to your hair, you pushed yourself off the door and started for the stairs, flashing him a cheeky smile as you passed by him. “Until you get it right. I call you DK, DK. My name is Isla, so call me Isla.” Stepping up the first stair, his words whirled you back around.

“Our parents named you Jagiya,” he said as he turned around, that brotherly mocking tone hiding somewhere behind it. “I called you Jagiya for sixteen years.”

Taking the bun out of your hair, last nights blow out tried to come to life, but after hours of being tossed around it fell limp below your shoulders. “Our parents named you Seokmin, I called you Seokmin for sixteen years.”

“I signed with the MLB, Jagi, I was told to change it.” The way he shook his head around made you want to laugh.

Thinning your lips into a line, you shrugged. “And I grew up very public, very fast.” His being relaxed, his shoulders setting backward, your words dismantling any defense he had lined up. “With a ridiculous name like Jagiya, I had to change it.” Waiting three seconds more, your brother stumped, your lips lit up with success.

“We’re leaving here in a few hours,” his voice softened. Coming toward the stairs, he rested a hand on the railing and glanced toward your things on the floor once more. “Just, please, be ready. I’m not leaving you here, and I don’t plan on arriving late. That means we have to be on time.”

“Okay,” you pushed from your lips in a whisper, exchanging something with him only your pairs of eyes would be able to understand. Within the quiet a sinking feeling took over your stomach, your brother able to manipulate every thought, every feeling that coursed through you. “I’m sorry,” you blurted out, the words spewing as if they were painful.

DK scrunched up his face, his cheeks crinkling by his eyes. Shaking his head, he said, “Don’t apologize… Isla. You were with Mingyu. You were… safe.”

You whispered, “And drunk,” quickly, and your brother pressed his lips together.

Shifting his body around, his neck cracking along with his wrist, he looked up at you standing a few inches taller than him on the step and asked, “But, you stuck with Mingyu, and you ended up here today. I didn’t have to come find you.”

Something you both hope he’ll never have to do again. Throughout last fall and the winter months along the end of the year, he spent a lot of time in cars, driving around the city, making phone calls, dragging Mingyu into the picture which is what pushed the two of you together this time around. After drunken nights at bars, clubs, restaurants around Iloa, you were too incoherent to stay put, to know what you were doing and who you were with. The headlines were nasty, DK wouldn’t let you online the day after a bender, which meant for a while you were MIA on all socials and that many, many text messages went unanswered.

The first one, a weekend that lives beneath your heart in a knot, which is probably in your gut, each time it popped into your mind it threatened to make you sick. Nausea would spike, nerves would invade your veins. Ripped from your best friends, the girls who saw you for you, forced to move into a bedroom down the hall from your brothers on the second floor of his home. Your sorority sisters, the ones who tried, attempted to help you, who saw your literal cries for help behind the liquor giggles and champagne hiccups, you ignored them all.

Those messages, to this day, now that five months have passed, they’ve gone unread. 

Deleted. Archived. Erased.

Names that shoved knives into your back. One name stabbing you in the center of your chest, the pain so sharp it’d make you fill up a glass. 

You weren’t sure what lies they were fed, but you knew they were manipulated into believing whatever that wretched president of ITZ made up. Yeji. A royal bitch. If you had it your way, if the sorority believed in any type of democracy and allowed you to vote, you’d have written Aurora’s name down, one of your sisters who always went out of her way to check on you, you know, when her own shit wasn’t hitting the fan courtesy of The Royal Bitch.

Aside from missing their laughter, their hugs, their support, you longed to know if anyone had figured it out yet. Yeji bought her spot and Aurora threatened her. For years Aurora’s been liked better, more respected, smarter than Yeji in an incredulous amount of ways, the only thing she was missing was the money which Yeji unfortunately had plenty of. As someone with money yourself, and someone with a strategy skilled brain, you worked it out the moment the semester started. They were going to try to ruin Aurora with mind games.

And Yeji, who must’ve been smarter than you made her out to be, supplied you with a generous number of bottles of Grey Goose. Then, she kicked you out. She called up your brother, threatened to plaster your delirious face everywhere for the world to see, and told him to pick you up.

Which is how you landed yourself here, on his step, looking down at him and his post practice self. It was hard to not think of yourself as a burden. After moments like the one you just shared, stupid bickering over nothing that really mattered, not after he’s once rushed you to a hospital because you wouldn’t wake up, it was hard to not feel like you burdened him. Your brother was the epitome of success, of happiness, of achieving a lifelong goal, something you’ve never had. Throughout it all, every crash and burn, every news article, every online post, he’s been willing to greet you with a smile, and he’s never judged you. Never.

As if he could read your mind, he smiled. “You’re making progress,” he said, then shook his head. “I know you hate talking about it, but it’s what we’re doing here. It’s why you’re with me. I want to help you, I’m not handing you over to our parents. You’re staying with me, you’re coming with me. So, please, be packed and ready by five. I’d like to be on a beach with my sister and my friends in Haos tomorrow.”

Turning from him with a small smile on your face, you hurried up the stairs and into your bedroom to do just that, pack, because god only knows what you’ve been doing within the weeks leading up to this, but if one were to guess, and they said Mingyu, they’d be right.

5;47 p.m.

[thirteen<3]; Tell me you’re in that car with him.

Legs crossed over the leather in the backseat of DK’s G-Class Benz, you flip your freshly washed, freshly styled hair over to the other side and smile out the tinted windows. He couldn’t see you, but you could see him. Towering over his team around him, a baseball cap on his head, Ray-Bans perched on his nose, he waited outside the sliding doors of the Iloa airport with a hand on his hip and his phone lifted to his face in the other.

A jean jacket wrapped around his shoulders, showcasing how wide he really was, the broadness of his shoulders simply adding to his largeness. Matching jeans that fit a bit tighter today, he was perfection. Put together, deliciously styled perfection. The cameras across the road thought so too, the flashes lit him up and gentle shouts of his name leaked through the cracks in the doors of the car that came to a stop at the curb.

[you]; find out for yourself :)

He whirled around as soon as the message was read, brown tinted sunglasses lined with gold sliding down the tip of his nose. Focused brown eyes latched onto the Benz, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he bit down on his bottom lip.

Your brother, his driver, and members of his team leapt from the car, working in a hurry, pulling bags from the trunk, bags from the second car that pulled up behind the one you two were in. The clicks of the cameras and flashes amplified by a thousand the second DK was spotted, and the shouts that were once whispers flooded the property, their volume growing tenfold. One photo of DK giving them his infamous toothy grin and their mortgages were paid off. Thankfully he didn’t play into the whole paparazzi thing, or random reporters, especially with you right behind him.

Popping your door open after sliding across the backseat to exit through the side opposite where the crowd of losers waited for you to show your face, your phone vibrated once, then twice. The notification of a news outlet showing up at the top of your screen while you watched Mingyu’s typing bubbles appear in your thread. Reports were already hitting the media.

‘Lions head off to Spring Training eager to meet their newest…’

The headline was cut off, too long to fit in the notification. It’d get lost in the plethora of stories your phone would accumulate by the time you landed anyway. Besides, it was your everyday life, you didn’t need reporters or stories or headlines to tell you what was happening.

[thirteen<3]; Get over here right now. Gonna take a bite out of you.

Smiling at his message you left the car and let one of your brother's team members close it for you after he handed you your carry-on that fit perfectly over your shoulder. Locking your phone you slid it into the back pocket of your bell bottom jeans and started for Mingyu, your mile high, sappy smiling loverboy. Your brother cut you off before you could get too far, stepping up onto the curb, face to face with you, and he wasn’t wearing a happy one.

Before you left the house, right after you had done what you were told, packed up your things into three different suitcases and met him at the front door at four thirty, he found it the best time to suddenly play Dad. For over twenty minutes he talked to you, while you weakly argued back, and explained why he needed you to try to keep a low profile while the team practiced in Haos. 

Slightly offended, the feeling of burdening him washing over your entire being once again, his very long winded, very eerily vague reasons as to why he needed you to stay on the downlow… It barely made sense. 

For your safety, for your protection, for your public sanity.

He started every reason with it, that it was for you, and all about you. It all went in one ear and out the other, because all you heard was for me.

For my public image, for my team's image, my award winning team, me and my team's incredibly successful careers, the reputation we have and what we as a team stand for.

It was clear you didn’t reflect what the Iloa Lions projected onto the field, the media, to the world, the city of Iloa. You were the scrappy little sister, the baggage attached to a clean cut brother that news outlets referred to him as not only the Lions saving grace, but yours as well.

At the end of the day you’d huff and puff and admit that yes, without DK you really don’t know where you would be, but to have it all shoved in your face on the daily, and to know that he knows it too, it stung.

“I couldn’t speak on this before, legally,” he began, his voice soft, barely audible over the reporters across the street. “But now that we’re here, I can tell you, and I want to tell you, ‘cause I don’t want to blindside you-”

“Deeks,” you cut him clean off, holding up a hand. Squinting, you tilted your head and hit with a sarcastic pout. “I’m trying to keep a low profile, can you not speak to me so forwardly in public? I’d appreciate it.”

“Jagi,” he sighed as you passed by him, a member of his team in all black behind you. “Don’t do this, I need to-”

Whipping yourself around, keeping a smile on your face because now the reporters were shouting your name, you flashed him eyes to emphasize the venom in your tone. “Isla.”

You weren’t planning to walk into Mingyu’s arms, or let him kiss you on the top of your head that just barely reached his shoulders, the idea was to obtain him on the walk by and have him follow you inside. After your exchange with your brother and the way dread grew on his expression, knowing exactly what was flowing through your mind, it all went to shit.

Hurrying over to Mingyu, both your smiles growing into something incredibly cheesy, you leapt into his outstretched arms, and without a care, pressed your glossed lips to his while he lifted you off the ground. As expected, cameras and voices went wild. His muscled arms put you back on your feet but they stayed wrapped around you, guiding you inside through the sliding doors into the heated walls of the airport that was quiet for an evening in February. While his whispers of I missed you tickled your ears, you peered over your shoulder for a glimpse of your brother, but you couldn’t find him.

“And then, he told me I shouldn’t spend too much time, like, out, I guess,” you mumbled, leaning over Mingyu where he sat in the chair at the gate beside you. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, his ankles and custom Nike’s crossed. Both of your hands toyed with one of his, your fingers drastically different in size. He could hold onto both of your hands with one of his.

“That’s unfair, don’t you think?” His voice was soft, easing the tension you held within your chest. “We’re going to be spending so much time out, how can he tell you not to do the same?”

Popping your brows, a tiny laugh escaped you. “It’s so I don’t ruin the image you guys curate for yourselves while you’re here.” Mingyu sprung forward, his face screwing up in disbelief. His lips parted, but you cut him off before he could say anything, pressing a hand to his firm chest. “Gyu, wait, no, he didn’t say that.” The boy relaxed, using his other hand to grab yours, lifting it to press a kiss to your manicured fingers. “He just… implied it, I guess. It’s how he made me feel.”

“I’m sorry that happened,” he whispered, bobbing his head. “You’re about to be twenty two, I don’t see why he’s so strung up about you doing these things.” Flickering your eyes to his, tearing your gaze off his insanely chiseled form, you could read every through behind every blink. 

Doing these things.

Mingyu took care of you after every night out now. He’d buy you drinks, share them with you, then take care of you when the party was done. Never once did he complain, never once did he mention how it was ruining his image. 

But, DK never said that. Those words never came out of his mouth.

“Your life is yours, Isla,” Mingyu said, brushing his soft lips over the skin of your knuckles. “And I’ve been having so much fun sharing it with you.” Tugging you closer, closing the gap between you, Mingyu nudged your noses together and gave you a smile, your eyes fluttering shut. His lips ghosted yours, warm breath caressing your skin as he whispered, “What I asked you, nights ago, it still stands.” Something related to nerves sparked in your heart, and you attempted to pull yourself back, but he kept you firm in place. “I know it scares you, trust me. I know you, Moon Isla.”

“Mingyu, I just…” Blinking up at him, his eyes flickered to your lips and he bobbed his head.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, then kissed you for a minute too long. The team began to board the plane and nausea pooled in your gut. You were to be seated beside your brother. “I’ll be here when you’re ready. You’re still mine whether or not the label is there.”

home;run masterlist | talk to me | ao3

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[chimivx]

home;run -> 'who's on first?'

So, the college thing didn’t really work out, did it? People talk about having a plan B, a plan C. Luckily, you have a DK, your older brother who wants nothing more than to whip his party loving little sister into shape. You’ve always loved his teammates, they’ve always loved you, surely Plan DK will go exactly as planned… Right?

• the playlist •

zero; nasara or stay?

one; the lions princess.

two; not a wag.

three;

{ tbc... }

read it on ao3 | talk to me | my masterlist

[lizziexmeow]

[ DK posted in @/mlb 🌟 IG ]

241101 - 13:03 KST - @/dk_is_dokyeom

> K-pop icon and Dodgers fan DK was at a #WorldSeries game to help cheer them on to the championship 🤩

[ DK Story 🌟 IG ]

241101 - 13:05 KST - @/dk_is_dokyeom

[ SVT UPDATE 🌟 TWITTER ] 241101 - 13:03 KST

[ SVT UPDATE 🌟 TWITTER ] 241101 - 16:07 KST

[lizziexmeow]

TODAY'S UPDATE (240611) PART 1

00:00 SVT ‘THIS MAN’ SOUNDTRACK FILM

01:17 SVT MINGYU WEVERSE POST W/ SCOUPS COMMENT

02:16 TXT YEONJUN UPDATE

10:00 BTS SEOKJIN MILITARY DISCHARGE NOTICE

10:02 SVT DK W/ MLB

12:06 SVT SEUNGKWAN WEVERSE POST

12:15 SVT JUN UPDATE

13:08 SVT THE8 WEIBO POST

14:30 TXT TO DO SHORTS

15:37 SVT VERNON WEVERSE COMMENT

[lizziexmeow]

TODAY'S UPDATE (241101) PART 1

00:00 TXT ‘OVER THE MOON’ OFFICIAL TEASER

07:10 SVT JOSHUA, DK, MINGYU & SEUNGKWAN ON SPOTIFY

07:42 TXT SOOBIN WEVERSE MOMENT

08:00 BTS SEOKJIN FOR VOGUE & GQ JAPAN

10:36 SVT RIGHT HERE IN SAN ANTONIO

12:00 SVT ‘LMF’ REMIX NOTICE RELEASE

12:00 TXT UPDATE

13:03 SVT DK FOR MLB

13:07 SVT DK IG STORY

14:07 TXT ACT: PROMISE ENCORE IN SEOUL DAY 1

[lizziexmeow]

TODAY'S UPDATE (240522) PART 1

00:00 BTS RM 'LOST' UPDATE

04:14 SVT DK MLB UPDATE

04:31 BTS RM IG STORY

10:31 TXT ACT: PROMISE IN LA DAY 1

11:57 SVT DK WEVERSE POST

12:00 SVT WEVERSE MAGAZINE

12:46 SVT DK IG STORY

13:00 TXT CHIKAI COVER PHOTO

13:45 SVT HOSHI WEVERSE POST

14:03 SVT HOSHI IG STORY