#nabi please help

[xojiminssi]

i just love yoon jeonghan like

[bethelighthalazia]

Family Vacation

Summary:  You, your daughter and your husband spend the first day of a week's vacation together with the other members of ateez at a zoo.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: husband!wooyoung x fem!pregnant!reader

Word Count:  1636

Warnings: none?

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society

[note: this is part of a mini-series for dad!ateez]

HJ, SH, YH, YS, S, MG, WY, JH

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

The well deserved and highly anticipated group-vacation of one week was finally here. This time, Wooyoung and the other members had decided to spend the time in a somewhat secluded spot near the mountains. Hongjoong and Seonghwa had planned a surprise for Wooyoung, especially since he hadn't had much time to be around his family. 

You and Nabi, your and Wooyoung's three years old daughter, were waiting on the porch of the vacation home for the boys to arrive. When Nabi heard the laughter of her father, she couldn't contain her joy and jumped off the porch to run towards the men, giggling happily and calling for her daddy.

“Nabi! What are you doing here, my little butterfly?” Wooyoung asked when picking her up, a bright smile on his lips, looking around. “Eomma and I waited for appa! You bring all the samchons too!” She squeals with joy, already leaning towards her favorite uncle who quickly picked her out of Wooyoung´s arms. It didn't take long for Wooyoung to spot you on the porch, his gaze softening as he hurried over to you to help you up. “Careful, Jagi,” He hummed, pulling you into a gentle hug, making sure to not accidentally push too hard against your belly while doing so. “Please tell me that you didn't come here all alone with Nabi. You were careful and had someone help, right?”

“Wooyoung, baby. I am pregnant, not sick.” You chuckled, cupping his cheek before placing a kiss to his lips. He couldn't hide a little laugh, but then got cut by a loud squeak coming from your daughter. Both of you were quick to turn around, already panicked, but when you see Yunho holding Nabi and twirling around with her, you let out a relieved sigh. Wooyoung however was not as relaxed at this sight. 

“Yah, Yunho hyung! Be careful with her!” He shouted and with a roll of his eyes, Yunho let San take her from him. Nabi´s arms immediately wrapped around her favorite uncle´s arms, giggling and kicking her little feet, which sent one of her slippers flying right against the back of Hongjoong´s head. Wooyoung´s cackle startled you a bit, it is quite loud right next to your ear, yet you soon join in when you see the expression on Hongjoong's face, who seems to be indecisive between being angry or amused. Your daughter quickly hid her face behind her hands, giggling with joy. 

She's probably one of the most spoiled children in Korea, especially with Wooyoung as her dad and seven wonderful uncles, who would give her the world. Shaking his head, Wooyoung wrapped his arm around you to lead you over to the porch to sit down again, handling you with such love and care, as if he fears you could break in his hands. Admittedly, handling a three year old while being six months pregnant is a whole lot of work, but Wooyoung´s family always supported you and helped you wherever they could. 

“How are you, jagi? Has Nabi been very difficult?” Wooyoung asked quietly, sitting next to you to watch your daughter playing with the other members. Nabi´s giggles and happy squeaks reach your ears and you lean your head on his shoulder, his hand gently resting on your belly. “After this vacation, I´ll be home more, I promise.” And you knew that he meant this. Wooyoung always made sure to spend any free minute with you and Nabi, and if it was to just play with her, so you could rest. “Don´t worry, Woo. Nabi is not as bad as dealing with you, you know?” You chuckled, kissing him before he could protest.

“Eomma! Appa! Look, Joonie samchon made me a music again!” Your daughter squeaked as she came running to you and your husband, waving around her ipod that the guys gave her once and which Hongjoong constantly filled with new music for her; of course all of it child friendly and approved by you and Wooyoung. “And Jongi samchon singed!” “I can sing for you too, Nabi,” Mingi then laughed, but a pout replaced his smile when your daughter shook her head, her black locks swinging around. “Noo! Min samchon sounds scary when he makes his speakmusic.”

Her words let all the others burst out in laughter, even Mingi soon joined in. Yes, his rap probably can sound a bit scary for a child. “But he also can sing prettily, little butterfly.” Yunho chuckled, ruffling her hair with a happy smile while looking at you to check if you agree with it. “I´ll show you his music that's not scary, okay?” 

When Nabi nodded and then as she ran around on the gravelly path towards the house, she tripped and fell, staying in that position for a moment as if waiting for something, but before anyone could say anything, your daughter gets up, brushes the dirt off her legs and then smiles at San. “Look Sanie samchon! No ouchies. I'm a fighter like you!” She giggled, lifting her hands to show that she's not hurt, causing you to let out a breath of relief. In the beginning when she was even younger, Wooyoung would have jumped up and checked on her at the slightest bump, but by now, both of you were a little more relaxed in this.

“A fighter? I thought you're a princess, little sunshine?” Seonghwa chuckled, to which Nabi put her fists on her waist, pouting a little. “Princesses can fight too! Sanie samchon says that!” Your daughter spends so much time with all of the boys when they have time, she's been raised to be a very independent, yet loving and strong girl. “Ah, that's true. I forgot that. Did you know your Mingi samchon is a princess too?” The oldest of the boys asked with a grin, making your daughter giggle and run over to you, where she gets her princess crown out of her little bag so she could hand it to Mingi to put on.

“Yah, no one's allowed to look cuter or prettier than Nabi or y/n!” With a laugh, Wooyoung wrapped an arm around you, kissing your cheek gently, he's just relieved to be able to spend the next week with you, their daughter and his friends. Wooyoung loves you and wants to show you that, and unbeknownst to you, he's cleared at least two weeks around your due date in three months, just so he won't be missing the birth of your second baby. “Now let's unpack and then enjoy our vacation, alright? And don't you all dare to bother my pregnant wife to cook or anything!” He added, glaring at his members, who just rolled their eyes at these words. None of them were ever a bother for you, they usually just take over your tasks, so you could rest, which they do throughout this whole vacation as well. 

After Wooyoung and you had unpacked your things, Nabi had been with San the whole time, you all meet in the living area of the vacation home, where you see your three year old argue with Mingi about what you all will do first. He wants to visit the hot springs, Nabi however would like to go to the little zoo she saw on the way here. The final decision would be made by a game of rock paper scissors, which Mingi won, but your daughter truly had all the boys wrapped around her little finger. With a pout and some tears, the child quickly changed Mingi´s mind, which caused the other boys to laugh.

An hour later, the ten of you were walking down a small path, cherry blossoms around you and the sounds of various animals surrounding you all. Your daughter was switching between the other members to hold their hands while walking, your own hand constantly in the soft hold of Wooyoung's hand, fingers entwined. The giggles of your daughter only bring smiles to your faces, a chuckle escaping you, when Nabi drags Jongho after her to show him the red pandas in their enclosure. “Be careful, Nabi! Make sure to watch over Jongho, yes?” You called after her with a little laugh, amused by her enthusiasm, while walking over to a bench to sit down for a bit. “Hey, are you feeling well, y/n?” Seonghwa asked, when he followed you and Wooyoung to the bench, a small frown on his face in concern. “Yes, don´t worry please. I just didn't sleep a lot last night. A little rascal wanted to cuddle with me and snored a lot.” You chuckled, leaning back against the backrest and stretched your legs. 

Seonghwa just nodded and then went with Hongjoong to find something to purchase some bottles of water and some snacks, since you all forgot to get them before coming here. Wooyoung and you kept watching your daughter with Jongho, Yeosang, San, Mingi and Yunho, a content smile on your faces. Nabi is really just a mini copy of your husband Wooyoung, even their laughter is similar, but hers is more adorable and giggly than his. 

The day at the zoo kept being eventful and eventually, Nabi fell asleep being rocked in San´s arms while he carried her back to the car. Since you all ate dinner there, you decided to let her sleep on the way back to the vacation home, where San put Nabi to bed and you and Wooyoung cuddled up on the sofa, where both of you fell asleep soon as well. The others decided to not disturb the two of you and since the sofa was big enough to be comfortable, they placed a blanket over you before then heading to their own rooms, all of them too exhausted to do anything before going to bed as well. 

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[mingigoo]

Midnight Kisses || j.wy || (m.) || Part Five || final

Part five ⇢ forever love

🍓 pairing ⇢ best friend! Wooyoung x single parent! (fem) reader x new flame! San

↳  your heart tells you what’s right, and what’s right is wooyoung. You finally realize your love for each other, and fall into many midnights together. You explain it all to Nabi, who seems to already know it all. You have that forever love not everyone gets to know. He’s your everything, and you are his world.

🍓genre ⇢ single parent au, bakery au, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst

🍓 chapter warnings ⇢ MINORS DNI, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), slight breeding kink if you squint but wooyoung just loves y/n so much so think of it that way, (let me know if I missed anything!)

🍓series warnings/tags ⇢this story is 18+, minors dni, talk of death (I’m sorry seonghwa ) relationship trauma, parenting, unrequited love but not at the same time, pining, single parent, loss, learning to love again, wooyoung is a total sass queen, wooyoung as a babysitter/wannabe father, San is a gentleman, oral sex (female recieving), fingering, sex toys, wooyoung watches y/n play with herself, kissing, hair pulling

🍓word count ⇢ 5.4k

🍓total series word count ⇢ 27.7k

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Midnight kisses masterlist

Wooyoung was always fit to be a father.

You may not have known it before, but you should've seen the signs as he took care of that role for Nabi even before she was born.

Seonghwa parted from the world when you reached your seventh month of pregnancy, leaving you a mess of emotions even worse than before. Your chest ached, you even forgot how to cry at some point, leaving you staring blackly at the walls he painted in the nursery.

Wooyoung stood in the doorway of what is now Nabi’s bedroom, but then it was an empty room covered in plastic tarp and paint cans. The walls were a soft pink, courteous to Seonghwa’s excited choice the minute he found out if would be a little girl.

You sat on the floor, your eyes heavy from the tears you haven't cried. The walls were still streaky from the single coat he had done—he had said he would get to it after work that night. 

The tarp ruffled from underneath Wooyoung’s feet as he approached.

You didn't turn around at the sound—you knew it was him. 

“.....y/n,” he hummed from the doorframe, his hands behind his back and his words shaky. “You should eat something.”

You continued to stare at the walls, feeling too much to the point it was like nothing at all. You looked down at your belly, the only thing left of him other than the little things he had sitting around the home. 

“He wasn't the best painter, huh?” you scoffed, looking over your shoulder to see him. His eyes were puffy as if he were holding back his tears, too. “He bugged me so much to paint this room. He was so excited for her.” Your voice shook at the last word, and you turned back around to stare at the wall once again.

Wooyoung didn't say a word. He stood there for a second or two, but inevitably made his way over to you, sitting right in front of you so now all you saw was him.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, reaching out to rest his hands on your shoulders. “Leave the streaks. I think it's pretty much avant-garde.”

You looked up into his eyes, and you can’t help but let out a little chuckle. 

His hands slid down your arms, trying his best to comfort you. He looked down at your bump, his heart nearly breaking for you. At this moment, even if his heart stops beating, you and that baby of yours will be the thing that brings him back to life. He is not going anywhere, and you will be his reason.

And you, even if you didn't realize it then, you needed him more than anything in the world—and you always will.

—

“So, it's over?” San asked you, his eyebrows knitted together with confusion. “Just like that?”

You sat in front of him at your kitchen table, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. “I just….it’s my own fault. I’m sorry I dragged you into my life for a short time.”

He blinked at you, his gaze falling behind you to see Nabi playing with her building blocks on the living room floor. “I…well, okay. I guess I just wanted to make you happy.” he paused, eyes back on you. “I enjoyed spending time with both of you.”

You're eyes widened. “Oh, you did!” you cleared your throat, trying not to seem too crazy. “I mean, you were wonderful. Nabi has a hard time adjusting to new people, so please don't take it too personally. She’s only three, so….” you trailed off, fighting off the lump in your throat. You hated having these conversations and hated breaking people's hearts. 

“I get it,” he nodded, his pretty eyes smiling along with his lips. “Thank you for letting me into your life, y/n.”

You smiled back at him, grateful that he was understanding. He will find someone for him someday, and you hoped it would be someone deserving of his kindness.

As if on cue, Wooyoung walked through the door without a warning, neither of you speaking about the other night since it happened. After you found out you had kissed even before Seonghwa, you both relived the moment, not going any farther since Nabi decided to cry for you mid-makeout. That left you both curled up together on the floor in her room and left you without conversation till now.

“Woo!” Nabi bellowed, her hair still messy from her sleepiness. She nearly sprinted to him as he took his shoes off at the door, not even realizing you had company. He swooped her up in one arm gracefully, planting a kiss on her forehead with all the love in the world. 

“Hi, my little butterfly,” he gushed, pinching her cheek and spinning her around before looking up to see San. “Oh, I didn't know you had…company.”

You couldn't read the expression on his pretty face, but it was soon gone as he put all his attention back on the little one in his arms. 

“Oh, girl, your hair is a mess!” he exclaimed across the room, setting your daughter down on the couch. “I gotta fix this.”

San watched the two banter like father and daughter, and an epiphany came to him at that moment. He smiled at them, and then at you.

“You know,” he tilted his head at you, genuinely picking apart your expression. “It was never going to be me, anyway. And that’s all right.”

You knew exactly what he meant before even thinking about it.

“Thank you, San,” you smiled at him. “For everything.”

He nodded, about to take his leave.

He got to the door, you trailing behind him.

Before he left, he looked over to Wooyoung. “Take care of them,” he spoke kindly, offering one last smile before he left, the door separating you from what could have been.

You stared at the door just like you stared at those walls all those years ago, your chest feeling heavy once more. You shut your eyes for a moment, knowing that San’s departure meant that your life was now all for wooyoung.

You turned back to face your home, seeing Wooyoung giggling as he tied up Nabi’s hair into little buns on the top of her head. She giggled just like him. Spoke just like him. Acted just like him.

You couldn't deny it anymore.

He was her dad, through and through. Seonghwa will always be her father, and he will never be forgotten, but wooyoung was here. He was breathing for you, for your daughter, for the world that revolved around you. The ring on your neck felt heavier than ever, and before you ran into Wooyoungs arms, you knew what you had to do.

“Can you watch her for a little while?” you asked him, and he looked up from his seat on the couch. “I have to go somewhere.”

He knew immediately from the look on your face that you were going to the grave. His hands paused on Nabi’s space buns. “Why….why don't we all go?” 

You thought about saying no. About pushing him away once more, out of your mind, out of your thoughts, out of your life. But now, you saw the future more than you ever have. And he was in it, and will always be in it.

You nodded slowly.

“Okay, let’s go, then. All of us.”

—

His grave was neatly kept during all seasons. You couldn't leave it overgrown for one moment too long.

His plaque on the ground read his name, his age, his end of life. You bit your lip at the word ‘father,’ wishing he got to see her in his short lifetime. 

You sat down on the grass, marigolds encasing his grave. Wooyoung held onto Nabi, her expression filled with confusion as they approached behind you.

“Hi, love,” you spoke, feeling odd that you weren't alone. It was always hard to come here, but you couldn't just stay silent, even if he wasn't here with you. 

He wasn't in the ground, no, he was in the sky, the streams, the little butterflies that flew around you. He was in the waves and the rush of the wind. He was the smell of honey, of all things sweet, and was always, always, with you.

“Remember when you said that you wanted me to always be happy?” you let out a shaky breath. “It’s like you knew you were gonna leave me early. And… and I miss you. We miss you. I…” you sighed, fiddling with your ring. “And I fell again. Just like I fell for you.”

Wooyoung stood still, his breath caught in his throat at your words. Nabi was abnormally content in his arms, and she tried to fully understand what you were saying through that young mind of hers.

“I’m here to tell you that I will always have you in my heart,” you smiled, looking down at your necklace. “You will live within me. With all of us. With our daughter. And I opened my heart up just like you said. And he deserves to stay there with you, so I hope you approve, or I’ll give him the boot—”

“y/n,” wooyoung whispered softly from behind you. “What are you doing?”

You haven't discussed anything with him, or Nabi, or even in your own thoughts, but everything is crystal clear for you. You were going to love the hell out of Wooyoung. And he was going to love the hell out of you.

You ignored him from behind you and continued. “I….he loves Nabi. I love..I love him, even if I was afraid to fall. I love you, too, hwa. Live on with us, k?”

Your last words hit you as you spoke them, not realizing you left a few stray tears fall from your eyes. Wooyoung came by you now. He set down Nabi and knelt down to wipe away your love.

“Oh, cupcake,” he breathed, a huge smile plastered on his face. He looked so beautiful in front of you, his hair dancing in the wind. You wondered if seonghwa was the wind, flowing through all of you like he approved of your happiness. “I want to kiss you right now, but I feel like he’s watching me.”

Nabi perked up at the word kiss, plopping her body down on your lap, right between both of you. “Kiss? You want to kiss mommy?”

Wooyoung smiled brightly at your daughter, looking at you for a moment before looking back at her. “Always. She’s just so pretty, no wonder you are beautiful. Your mom gave you all her perfections,” Woo cooed, picking her up out of your lap so you all can stand up. “I love your mommy, too.” he had said, but he was looking at you as he spoke.

The walk back to the car was quiet, but the silence wasn't deafening. It was comforting, knowing that you were both falling down that cliff, but at least you had each other to hold on to as you crashed to the ground.

—

“Nabi, we gotta go,” you exclaimed from the door, needing to leave to take her to preschool. You were already running late after sleeping through your alarms. Thank god wooyoung barged through your home at the right time.

And when you turned around, you saw wooyoung holding onto her, and she clung to his neck with an aggressive shake of the head. “No!” she cried out, hiding her face in his shoulder.

You looked at him, tilting your head in aggravation.

He shrugged, holding onto her tightly with a little bounce. He gave you a face, eyebrows raised and a smile peeking through his lips. “She doesn't want to,” he hummed, chuckling as he swayed.

“Wooyoung,” you groaned, running a hand through your hair. “Please help, she listens to you better than me.”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment too long before he spoke softly to Nabi. “come on, pretty girl. I’ll let you put makeup on me tonight if we leave for school, how about that?”

She pulled away from his shoulder, her eyes curious. “Lipstick too?” she mumbled, tapping his lips cutely. 

“Lipstick, of course.” he smiled.

And just when you thought you were controlling your emotions well, you wanted to cry at them in front of you. You held back, though, and wooyoung followed you out of the apartment with a huge smile on that gorgeous face of his.

After you dropped her off, you sat in the car with wooyoung, debating on leaning over and kissing him as your life depended on it. You haven't exactly spoken about what your future would be, but you never did get to have that one time of fun with him. You now know that you wanted many more times than just one, but if that's all you can get for now, then you’ll dance with your hands tied in hopes of him freeing you forever.

You knew you needed him—and you wanted him more.

The minute he pulled into the parking spot in the dark, dreary parking garage, you both sat in silence for a moment or two. The radio played on in the background, filling the space with sound as you sat quietly.

He was the first one to speak. “I hope you know that I’m going to ruin you,” his voice was rough as if he were holding back forever, his eyes forward. 

You squirmed in your seat, swallowing hard.

“....in what way?” you asked him, letting out a sharp breath as you looked over at him. He didn't look over at you, yet. 

And when he finally met your eyes, you saw them tear you apart as if you were the last humans on earth.

“In every way.” he purred, and without warning, he gripped your face with his hands, pulling your lips to his.

He kissed you with everything in him, his tongue gliding against yours and the roof of your mouth. You took a second to react, but once you processed, you climbed over the center console to straddle him in the driver's seat, wrapping your arms around his neck in utter bliss. 

He moaned into your mouth, breathed into you, took your breath away. His lips covered your lips, your cheeks, your neck, everywhere they can reach. You craved him more and more as he kissed you, your hands tearing into his soft hair.

“I’ll get rid of my place right now,” he muttered against your lips, inhaling sharply as you grinded against his hard-on. He hissed, gliding down the strap of your top swiftly. “Fuck, I’ll just live inside you, how about that? That sounds like a dream—”

“Shut up, shut up, fucking hell,” you groaned against his lips, biting and pulling his bottom lip as he smiled. “We…we can't do it in here. Let’s go up.”

“Yes, a hundred times yes,” he breathed, feeling it hit against your face. You opened the car door, tumbling out with your strap falling down your arm and your hair disheveled. You looked over at him, motionless in his seat.

“Why aren't you….” you trailed off, looking down and widening your eyes. “Ah…” 

He smirked at you, fixing his hair quickly as he waited for his erection to go down. “You did this to me, cupcake,” he spoke lustfully, and your chest tightened as he stared at you with those dreamy eyes.

You looked away shyly, knowing that this was going to be your first real time with him. Even though you’ve slept with others, this time felt like nothing else. You just stood there, laughing at him, him laughing at you, you both laughing at how you ended up. Eventually, he jumped out of the car and locked the doors, and you made it up to your apartment in time before he ripped off your shirt as soon as you shut the door.

“Jeez, you couldn't wait a minute, huh?” you joked as he unclipped your bra and tossed it across the room, his lips already on your neck. 

He grunted in response, causing you to fall right into his arms.

You nearly gasped for air as he took your breath away, clawing at his back, fighting for air as you drowned in his attention. He whispered against the skin of your shoulder as he kissed you, telling you things you'd never expected would ever come out of his mouth.

“I swear to god,” he moaned against your skin, pushing your back up against the door with force. Your back arched as his hot breath hit your bare skin, his hands finding their way up to grasp your breast. You held in a squeal, tossing your head back as his other hand slipped past your waistband. “I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

You smiled blissfully as his lips encased yours once more, his teeth clashing against yours in a grin. You've never felt this way for years—your body ached for it. He was now your addiction, and it will never only be one time with him. Who were you kidding? This was intoxicating. Arousing. Delicious. You could swallow him whole.

As his delicate fingers pushed past your underwear, you let out a groan the minute he touched you. He curled his fingers up, groaning himself when he felt how wet you were. “Fuck me, holy shit,” he murmured, his forehead slamming into yours as he shoved his fingers into you. He moved them rhythmically, gently, all at once. You wanted to cry out, but his lips muffled yours. He made love to your mouth, his kiss erupting new feelings you never knew you harbored. You bit his bottom lip, tugging it slightly as his hand fucked you, and at one point, it was just not enough.

“I can't take it anymore,” you ripped his hand out, causing him to back up slightly with worry. You smirked at his disarrayed look, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He looked so captivated, his hair a messy pile on top of his head and his ears bright red. His lips were painted pink from your gloss, as well as slightly swollen from your monstrous kisses. You blinked slowly, walking towards him until his back hit the edge of the kitchen island, his chest heaving as he tried to breathe.

“Your….god dammit,” he sucked in a breath, love dripping from his gaze. “Your boobs are fucking amazing.”

You looked into his eyes, watching the light in them twinkle underneath the dim overhead lighting. He was confused, but as you fit right into his arms, setting your hands on the hem of his shirt, he understood when you wanted. 

He quickly tossed off his shirt, landing somewhere he couldn't care less about. He smirked into your mouth as you kissed him, in a hurry to take off his shorts as your hands glided down the plains of his chest. You felt the ripple of muscle underneath his soft skin, sighing comfortably while he gently tried to take off your shorts.

And then there you both were, clothes everywhere but on your bodies, chests pressed against each other, heartbeats aligned, destined. He kissed you like you were his entire world, cradling your face as if it were made of glass. You let all your walls drop for him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifted you up.

He walked to your room, dropping you gently against the duvet. You didn't get to make the bed earlier, and you flushed at how messy you left it. He watched you blush above you, his lean body hovering over yours.

“Hey,” he whispered, kissing your forehead with all the love in the world. “If you think that I care about a messy room, you got it wrong,” his hand reached out, brushing away the stray hairs blocking his view of your face. “I prefer to make messes, especially in the bedroom. Prepare for me to rock your world, cupcake.”

“God, Woo,” you winced at his cringy words, but without them, he wouldn't be himself. This wouldn't be…sex with him…without some sort of banter. You enjoyed it because it was him. You longed for his jokes, for his smile. You loved how he held you, and even as he was about to fuck you, he looked down at you like you were his entire universe.

He smiled at you, his hair framing his face perfectly. You flushed as he stared, feeling all the love you ever had for him rise up to the surface. His lips were shaped like they were made for yours, his eyes crinkled as he smiled. His nose was immaculate, his jawline cut from the gods. Everything, down to the little freckles on his face and the sparkle in his eye, made you want to love him forever. He was your forever.

You looked up at him as he spits on his hand, and you held your breath as he rubbed his fingers onto your core once more. You breathed in, inhaling his perfection. The world felt like it stopped moving as he lined up to enter you, and before he did, he spoke one more time.

“I hope you know that this is not only gonna happen once, I take that all back,” he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, and then to your nose. “For real, I plan to like, fuck you so much that your brain turns to mush.”

“Sounds delightful,” you chimed, almost breathlessly. “Now please shove that inside me before I shove you off the bed.”

He curled his lips up deviously. “Yes, mam.”

Slowly, he pushed himself into you, filling you up with his length with care. He watched you as you shut your eyes, your hands fisting the blanket underneath you. It felt like nothing else, as if you were on a cloud, far far away from the earth without gravity pulling you down. He pumped into you, starting off slow, cradling your head to his chest. You so desperately wanted to cry out his name, but breathing in his scent was enough of a high. He smelled like sweat and vanilla, just as you always loved about him. You heard him let out a moan as he sped up slightly, tossing his head back as he fucked your body for the first time.

For you, everything felt new. When his lips covered yours sloppily, you wrapped your legs around his hips, causing him to move faster with a grunt. 

“Don't make me cum already, that’s just low,” he whispered in your ear, taking a bite of your lobe as if it were food. You hissed in pleasure as he licked your neck, moving against your body, in and out, smooth like he’s done it a million times.

Maybe he has, but that didn't matter to you. What mattered was that he was here, on top of you, making love to you, and only you. 

“I love you, y/n,” he hummed against your lips, the chain around his neck dangling between you and him. The cold metal met your lips, kissing them just like he would, and he pressed his own against yours as he moved into you harder and harder. “I….think I always have.”

You took in a sharp breath at his confession. You knew it, but him saying it during an act of love made your heart swell with all your might. 

“I love you, too, Wooyoung.”

Suddenly, he flipped you over on all fours, smoothly without pulling himself out of you. You gasped as he did it, and as he continued to fuck you, you arched your back as he hit a new spot. 

“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice low as his hands tore into your hips. “My name, say it again.”

“Woo….wooyoung,” you cried out, his thrusts getting sharper and sharper. His hips backed against your ass, your face in the pillow to muffle your moans. 

He let out a moan himself, gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes tightly. “Oh my god, oh my god,” he whined, his grip on your hips tightening. “Fuck, fuck. I…oh my god. I love you. I love you so much. I don't care if I ruin our friendship at this point for fucks sake.”

You smiled into the pillowcase, his movements slowing down, and suddenly came to a stop. He pulled out of you, breathing heavily. “Flip around,” he demanded, straddling you.

You flipped over to face him, confused, but you didn't say anything. He took in a breath, his eyes meeting yours. “I’m gonna literally come so quick it's not even funny. I have to get you first or I’ll be super embarrassed.” 

You grinned at his flush. His ears were still red as ever, his eyes hazy. 

With one last look at your body, his mouth fit to your core like it was made for him. He ate you out with some sort of sorcery, you reached down to tug at his hair as you moaned. He slid his tongue inside you, dancing around you. He moaned against you, causing you to hiss sharply.

“Wooyoung, ah.” you breathed, looking down at him, catching you off guard as he was looking up at you from his position. That fucked you up, good.

He slid his fingers in while he sucked you dry, and right then, you felt your vision start to fade around the edges. You reached your climax with a rush, ears ringing and legs tightening around his head. He pulled back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand sexily, and then without warning, shoved his dick right back into you. 

How could a man look so pretty doing something so sinful? You pressed the back of your head hard into the pillow, your hands grasping at his arms. He sucked on your breasts, cradling them with his palm while he pumped into you, biting your nipple like the little brat he was.

“If you don't tell me no,” he huffed, licking your nipple before looking up through his long, dark eyelashes. “I’ll come in you. I wouldn't mind a mini-me running around.”

You chuckled, not having a care in the world at the moment. You weren't sure if you were going to regret it, but it felt so nice, you wanted him to come inside you even though you knew the risks. You didn't have any common sense in your mind as you smiled, not telling him no.

“I’m gonna cum,” he hissed, eyebrows knitting together as his hips quickened. His breaths shallowed out as he reached his high, gripping onto your hand as he came. He emptied into you, and you felt the warmth envelope you. He collapsed on top of you, still inside you.

“Holy shit,” he said, his sweaty face in the crook of your neck. You felt the hotness of his breath as he spoke. “Best. sex. Ever.”

“Mhm,” you hummed joyfully, gliding your hand down his spine. “Why didn't we do this sooner?”

“Don't ask me,” he smugly said, pulling out of your embrace and out of you to lay next to you. “You were the one that didn't see my sexy ass.”

You sighed, turning to face him. He blinked slowly at you, like a cat in love. “So what are we, now?”

He scoffed, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Well, if anything, I will be the father of your future children. The grandfather of their children, the great grandfather of their children, the great-great grand—”

“Oh, shut your face,” you laughed, pushing your face into his chest. He wrapped his arm around you lazily, as if he was ready to sleep already at this time of day. “Seriously. Because if we do this thing, I don't know what I would do if we broke up. Or what….Nabi would do….”

“Cupcake, I promise I ain't going anywhere,” he breathed, nuzzling his head against yours. “I’ll grow old with you. I’ll definitely still be hot when I’m a grandpa, don't you think?”

You smiled, completely in love. “You would, of course.”

He gave you another kiss as if he’s kissed you all his life. 

“I’ll be by your side,” he mumbled sweetly. 

“For all the midnights we have left.”

—

Nabi sat on the couch, the buns wooyoung put in her hair earlier still intact. She looked between you and him as you stood in front of her.

“We have to tell you something, okay baby?” you hummed, leaning down to talk to her. 

She blinked. “Okay.” 

Wooyoung looked to you, and then back to Nabi. “I love your mommy.” 

“I know that.” she babbled back.

“I love her like you love bananas.”

“That's hard.”

“Why?”

“I really really love bananananas.”

“That's not how you say it.”

“Yes it is, Mommy tells me I’m smart.”

“She must be on glue—”

“Okay, okay,” you sighed, kneeling down in front of Nabi. “listen. Mommy loves wooyoung very much, just like I love you,” you tried to explain, to which she smiled widely. 

“Does Mommy want to kiss him?” she giggles, pointing at the man you've kissed almost a million times from the start of the day until now.

You nodded, careful with your words. “Yes, because we love each other.”

“I already know mommy loves daddy.”

Wooyoung choked on air.

“Holy shit—”

“Nabi,” you breathed, unsure of what to say. You looked to wooyoung, who was most definitely so happy she called him daddy, because, well, he raised her since she was born. He was a father to her.

“Your daddy went far away before you were born, remember?” you started. “And Wooyoung is also your dad. You have two.”

And with that, he looked over at you sharply, his eyes widening. “I’m what?”

“I know.” is all Nabi said, a huge smile on that cute face of hers. Seonghwa lives within that smile, and we will always be her father. However, Wooyoung deserves all he’s given her, and if he’s here for the long run, Nabi should be raised with a father figure.

“She already figured it out herself, baby,” he grinned at you, looking as happy as ever.

You smiled at him, unsure about the ache in your heart. You worried so much about telling Nabi, only for her to already know like the genius she is. You pinched her cheek with adoration, causing her to giggle in response. 

The rest of the day felt like heaven. You did everything like you normally did—household chores, dinner, playtime—but this time, it felt complete. Wooyoung was always there, and you felt his true presence, as he played with your daughter, smiling with all the joy he could gather. He put her to bed for you, read her a story, and afterward, he sat back down with you on the couch. He laid his head down in your lap, and you ran your fingers through his hair.

“This is perfect,” he hummed from your lap, looking up at you. “I’m so glad I ruined everything.”

You scoffed. “You're such a schemer.” 

“It’s my specialty.”

You paused, looking down at him as he looked up at you, your fingers gently caressing his cheekbone.

“Want to go to bed with me?” you whispered, so in love that it was starting to hurt your chest. You still hated him in ways best friends do, but best friends make the best lovers.

You followed him to your room, smiles ever-present on your lips. He made love to you again and again, careful not to wake his pride and joy in the other room. He dreamed of this, wished for this. You longed to feel this way once more.

It's the midnight kisses that you love the most. The way he looked at you—his eyes threatening you without words. He kisses you, you kiss him, and then you fall asleep in the comfort of his embrace. 

Wooyoung, your love, your best friend. Your midnight love, your Sunday morning. He was your rainy day, your sunny day, and your forever, and ever, and ever.

End.

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— ⋆˙⟡ Love Your Feeling (JJK) || Chapter one

- Cat Fights ₊˚⊹♡

"We're going to a party!" Minnie told us. "DO YOU KNOW WHO'S GONNA BE THERE?" "Yeah, yeah. Your future husband blah blah i know" she responded

Pair: jjk x femOC, college students, best friends

Word count: 6.6k

masterlist || taglist

!Friends to Lovers, Protective Brother, Secret Dating, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Mature content, Dysfunctional Family, Fluff, Smut, Mentions of Alcoholism and Abuse

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"Time's up, pens down"

Alright, I actually butchered that test. I mean it's not like I'm a grade A student, plus maths is.. overrated, fucked up. Who cares? Not me.

I pick up my backpack from the ground and walk over to the teacher's desk to hand in my test. No expression on my face as I walk past his desk, to the exit of the class room. Please don't call my name, please just let me go-

"Nayun!" I sigh loudly. Turn around in my tracks, and walk back. "Yes sir?" I try to sound as politely as possible, whilst giving him a faint little smile.

"Sit down for a second please" he points at the desk that's closest to his, I sit down in that very seat.

"Your grades haven't been the best in weeks, is everything okay at home?" I hate it when teachers act all concerned, maybe teach a little better? Maybe that'd help.

"Yeah I know. I've been great, maths just isn't my strongest subject" I say trying to keep my posture straight, looking down at my finger nails.

"Could you spare me 5 minutes of your time whilst I grade your paper right now?" I look back up, eyebrows raised. I wanna sigh so loudly, I need to stay respectful though. Why now? All this does, is take time off my precious, little, lunch.

"Yeah that's alright" I respond, as he reverts his focus on my test paper.

*bzz*

I grab my phone

JK: yo where you at?

Me: Mr. Kangs classroom, maths. Meet me there.

I immediately put my phone back again, and wait. Look around the room. There's not a lot to it. I remember at my old school, the teachers had their designated classrooms as well. They'd decorate it in whatever subject they were teaching.

This school? Not so much.

"So.. miss Min" he starts, putting his pen down. He places his elbows on the table, hands intertwined with each other, leaning his chin on top of it.

All I can do, is patiently await on what he has to say. I could give fuck all on maths, but Mr. Kang is scary.

"If you keep scoring this low, you won't pass next year. You got a 37% today." He says. Please just, get me out of here.

"I'll see if I can arrange something regarding my grade, i apologize." I get up from my seat, and leave the classroom. Give me 1 reason not to smash this man's car right now. 'Everything okay at home?' Yappa yappa, fuck this honestly.

I continue down the hallway, until I spot Jungkook. "How'd your test go?" Jungkook asks me. Jungkook has been my best friend since 7th grade, we grew very close over the years. "What do you think?"

"Not well?" He asks me again

"I didn't even get to the last question" I tell him, which makes him laugh. Bitch.

"HEY NAYUN HOW'D YOUR-"

"Sshh don't ask" Jungkook interrupts Nabi who spotted us walking in the hallway.

"oh- okay well... Jia is watching the football practice, wanna go sit with her?" She asks.

"Anything that takes my mind off of that stupid test is fine with me" I answer.

I really don't mind the fact that I didn't do well, it's the fact that he had to bring up my home situation. I'll tell him it's fine, of course. But one suspicion and I'll be sent to the counselor, again. I've done my story many times, over and over again.

"Why's she watching the football practice?" Jungkook asks Nabi. "Better question, why aren't you watching with her?" I say. Jungkook looks at me with a confused face, poor boy is not being led in on any of the tea.

"HEY! I'm not that desperate okay" Nabi responds, looking down at the ground. "You're saying that as if we're not heading over to practice right this second" I laugh.

She's not going to appreciate that comeback. I look over to her side, and as guessed she's looking at me very annoyed. Jungkook still doesn't know what we're on about, as we continue down the hall.

Football practice takes place at the back of the building, on the big field. It's really not that interesting, just some dudes kicking a ball around. But, I'm afraid to admit I'm quite excited as well. Taehyung is on the team, schools most popular boy. I would get killed if I admitted to finding him let's say... a little intriguing.

Nabi quietly runs over to Jia as soon as she's in sight, and sits next to her. Theyre probably gossiping about the reason why they're here in the first place.

"What are they on?" Jungkook asks me. He's so clueless, it's funny. I giggle a little, and tell him.

"Take a guess Jungkook, we're at a FOOTBALL practice.. full of BOYS" I make sure to pronounce the important clues to that sentence slowly, so that hopefully he'll catch on.

"Ew.. Do I really have to go with you guys? I didn't imagine my lunchtime to be spent watching a bunch of sweaty guys play football"

"Hey don't leave me alone in this, Don't you think there are things id rather be doing than this?" I lie, I might enjoy doing this for my lunch break.

I intertwine my arm with his making him stay put on the bleachers. "Well, why don't we just take a run for it and spend lunch doing more fun things?" Jungkook says.

"We could but.. We're already here, I think they might want us here. I don't see Minnie either so." Even if I wanted to spent my lunch with Jungkook. I gotta say that I'm pretty lazy as well. Jungkook and I walk over to the two girls sitting on the bleachers, giggling trying to look their best. And I can tell you, it's working.

"Hiii!" Jia greets me. I quickly hug her and sit next to her. "So who are we looking at" Jungkook asks.

"You told him?!" Jia snaps her head at me, jaw dropped. "I mean why else would we be here? I can't lie to him you know that" Honestly I just wanted to gossip with him, I can lie to that boy all I want.

"You dirty-" She switches her gaze from me to Jungkook, and squints her eyes.

"We're not looking at anyone" and looks back at the field.

Jungkook and I look at each other, bursting into laughter. "As if we're gonna believe that" I say.

"Yeah seriously tell us, who are we looking at" Jungkook asks.

Jia is seriously getting pissed, but she isn't gonna get Jungkook to believe we're just sitting here because of the fresh air or something.

Nabi chimes in smiling "You see number 5? She totally got a crush on Him" She tells Jungkook

"HEY! NO NO, LET'S TALK ABOUT NUMBER 11 INSTEAD" Jia says pointing at the field where number 11 and 5 are standing, doing pretty much nothing.

"WHAT?! NO NO, We don't have to number 11 is pretty much irrelevant" Nabi nervously laughs leaning over Jia, pushing her arms away.

The two boys notice the fuss from behind them and they look at all of us, Nabi and Jia quickly sit back down smiling softly as if they weren't fighting just now.

"Anyways where's Minnie?" I ask both of the girls.

"She's skipping school to go out with some mystery boy" Jia answers. "Hold up what??" Nabi and I both say confused that one of us is going out.

"Yeah I have no idea, she's seeing some guy but I'm not allowed to know who" Jia informs us. That makes one of us to actually get some dick, congrats.

"Do you know anything about this guy?" Nabi asks.

"Nope, I have a feeling he goes to this school but I got no clues whatsoever. It was difficult finding out she was hanging out with a boy in the first place" Jia tells her.

Usually, I'm not really that curious of a person. I think I should leave people and their businesses alone but when it comes to my best friends? Yeah, I'd definitely wanna know. Minnie is hanging out with a guy, possibly from school? Why didn't she tell us? Is this guy hot? Is he good to her?

Anyways.. when is it my turn, I'm seriously getting tired. 19 years, and all I've gotten is guys just looking for a little fling. It's frustrating thinking ur about to settle with someone, just to hear they don't want anything serious.

"Omg Nayun, look that guy is totally looking at you!" Nabi says which snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Huh, what?" I say redirecting my attention to her. "Number 1, he's totally looking at you" Nabi says again.

I look over at the field to find number 1 looking our way. Number 1 aka THE Kim Taehyung. He's 20 years old, 178cm tall. He's honestly so handsome, to have him looking at me sounds quite, unreal to say the least. I don't crush on people an often but, Taehyung has definitely been an exception recently.

"Ew no he's probably just checking out Jungkook" I say to get the awkwardness off of me.

"Oh my god yes please" Jungkook says before biting his lip softly, waving at the guy looking at us. Everyone bursts into laughter. Why is he like this, I can't with this dude.

"What do you guys have for your next class?" I ask.

"We're free" Nabi says referring to Jia and her while swinging her arm around Jia's  neck.

"Are you kidding me? How?" I ask.

"Wednesdays are short for us and our economics teacher is sick." Jia answers.

"Ugh, jealous. Jungkook what about you?" I look over to his side. "I got English next, after that I got art, and then I'm done" he replies.

"Is art a two hour class for you?" I ask. "Yeah, I finish at 3 pm" he says. "Great! wanna take the bus home together?" I ask him. I seriously do not want to ride home alone today.

I don't know what it is but one day I just don't want to go on my own, and the other I'd wish I was the only person taking that bus. "Sure I'll wait at your locker" he says.

"Wait, you guys really spent your time watching these sweaty guys? Like as in your free time? Voluntarily?" Jungkook asks Nabi and Jia. "The situation still isn't very clear to you now is it Jungkook?" I ask him.

"No, please do explain" he answers.

Seriously this dude does not catch on for the life of me, sometimes it gets really annoying but it isn't his fault.

"Okay so Nabi has this thing for number 11 Park Jimin, and Jia has this thing for number 5 Kim Jongin, they call him Kai" I explain

"Ohh so Nabi wasnt kidding" He says.

"No she was full on exposing Nabi" i laugh. "Wait, Kai's real name is Jongin?"

"Yeah I didn't know either, no clue where it comes from" Kai sounds better anyways so who really cares?

"This is boring me already"

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My last class felt like it was never going to end, I've never been so bored in my entire life. I walk to my locker, to grab my stuff. Jungkook is already leaning against it. Legs crossed, phone in hand. At first sight, he looks like he'd be one of the popular ones.

He changed his look a lot, over the years. Going from this baby faced little boy, with a bowl cut. To a well mannered guy that goes to the gym, grown out hair, and great sense of fashion.

I try to stay as silent as possible in attempt to scare him, but I fail. He's spot me already, tucking his phone in his pocket. "Sup. You wanna grab something to eat first before going home?" He asks me.

"Omg can we please go to Bunny Bites?" I answer, opening my locker to grab my stuff. He agrees with me.

Bunny bites is, despite its name. A really cute cat cafe, downtown. Not many people know of it, since it's quite tucked away. The people who do know, like to gate keep the place.

The place is so, pinterest worthy. The moment it gets known to the public, there'd be a waitlist just to sit there. We walk next to each other on the way out of the school building. Not really known what to talk about i just decided to stay silent. Our silences are never awkward so thats positive.

The amounts of times we've gone to Bunny Bites, has become countless. Definitely a hidden gem, between our friend group. Taking the bus there doesn't need a lot of thinking, as it just goes automatically at this point.

As we're walking through the hallway, I wonder if we'd be able to spot Minnie's, 'hot' new boyfriend.

"Do you have any idea who Minnie's new boyfriend might be?" I ask looking at him. "Pfft, you really think I'd know?"

"Well I don't know maybe you know people who like saw them together or whatever.. it wouldn't be impossible you know" I say looking back at the ground. "What's she into?" He asks, making me look up at his face. "What?"

"like what does she look for in guys? maybe we can spot someone who fits her standards" he says waiting for my answer, looking around the hallway.

"Oh!.. Well, I don't know... old?" I answer him.

"OLD? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?" He says, very confused about what I just told him.

I laugh at him for not understanding the joke, his reactions can be priceless when he doesn't know what's going on. "Don't worry it's a joke" I reassure him.

"Dang I for real thought she wanted to get her love interests out of a retirement home or something" he says while holding the straightest face ever as if he's being really serious about this.

"A RETIREMENT HOME BYE~" I say not being able to hold in my laughter. "YEAH WELL HOW WOULD I KNOW?" He yells. I laugh so hard my knees give in and i somewhat fall to the ground. "Let's just get to the bus" i say wiping my tears of laughter, away from my face.

Jungkook opens the door to the exit of the school, holding it open for me. Swinging his arm to the opening, signing for me to go first.

"There you go 'm lady" he says. Bowing his head down a little, talking in a proper accent. "Why thank you, kind sir." I respond. Bending my leg a little, with the other one crossing behind it. Holding up my imaginary dress, as I also bow down my head.

The bus station is right outside the school, and is already waiting there. I sit down, at the window side of the bus. Holding my backpack on my lap, arms across the front of it. Jungkook sits next to me, on the aisle seat.

He grabs his phone and a set of earphones, out of the front pocket of his backpack. Then places the bag on the ground between his legs, before he offers me one earpiece. As I put the earphone in, he puts the other one in his. "What do you want to listen to?" Jungkook asks me, offering me the phone.

"You choose" I tell him, not wanting to take the time to come up with something i'd want to listen to. Omg no... I realize what he's put on as soon as I hear the first note. This man will not shut up about "Justin Bieber" and of course, he's put that on.

I sigh as I think to myself that I should've just chosen something myself, anything would've been better than Justin Bieber. "Give me that phone" I say holding out my hand, gesturing for him to give me the phone but he doesn't.

"No you told me to choose so... your bad" He says.

Oh my lord this man.

I just close my eyes, and rest my head on the window of the bus. Not registering any of the music that's blasting into my ear. I feel a tap on my knee and I open my eyes looking at jungkook. "We're here" he says with a soft smile.

I didn't even notice time pass as Jungkook rips the earphone from my ear and puts it in his backpack before standing up,

"Ow!" I exclaim, reaching for my ear with my hand. "Careful next time" he doesn't care, and just checks out. I stand up and follow him outside of the bus.

It's a small 2 minute walk, from the bus to the cafe. It's in this small alleyway, you could call it a shopping alley. It's small independent shops, owned by the people who live above the shop. They've decorated the street, with nice little lights and flowers.

Bunny bites in particular, has awning stripes in baby pink and white. The door and window frames, have also been painted in the same baby pink. The inside has been furnished with, whites and a light wooded color.

As you enter the cafe. You're expected to take your shoes off, and wash your hands. Then you go through the second door, and sit down. So we do just that.

The owners are nice, it's a mother with her daughter that takes care of the place. They make the best pastries, and breakfast meals. The place is fairly small, as it isn't really popular. There's about 4 tables, and a sofa.

"I think I'm gonna order the pancake with strawberries and chocolate" I say as I greet the cats. Jungkook says hi to the one of the cats aswell. "Imma get one too"

I haven't spotted my favorite cat yet. His names Coco, and he's the absolute sweetest. He's got white fur, with big dark brown spots, and some orange spots. A big fluffy calico cat.

We greet the elder woman, as she walks towards us. "What can I get you sweeties today?" She smiles.

"I'm craving one of your delicious Japanese pancakes, with banana and honey topping" Jungkook says, before the woman looks at me.

"For me a pancake aswell, but with strawberry and chocolate topping" standing up from the ground, sitting at one of the round tables.

"Sorry, could I ask where Coco is?" I ask the woman. "Ah he hasn't come to you yet?" She asks, and I shake my head.

"Hold on, I think he slipped upstairs" She turns around. Walks to the door that separates the cafe from their home, as she calls for him.

Not even 10 seconds later, he's walking through the doorway. As soon as Coco spots me, he's meowing like crazy sprinting at me. He jumps up on my lap, and reaches with his head for my cheek. I'm just as excited to see him, as he is to see me.

It's that my mother doesn't allow cats, otherwise I would've snatched this one away. "Why is it always you that gets the animals attention" Jungkook says, shaking his head playfully. "He just loves me I can't help it"

In the mean time, the woman's has started to make our pancakes. I'm not even that hungry, but I've always got room for some of her pancakes. "You should see if you could adopt him"

"I wish, mom wouldn't allow it tho" I answer between my baby talk to coco, as I pet his head. His little paws are stretched right underneath my collarbones, back legs stretched out on my thighs.

It doesn't take long for our food to arrive, serving us our pancakes and 2 smoothies. "It's on the house" She tells us. Both Jungkook and I tell her off.

"Ma'am we couldn't" He says. "Yeah no we'll pay for it, tip even. It's not a problem"

"You guys are young, save your money okay. Let me treat you this meal. You've came in regularly, and always been so nice. See this as a thank you" She smiles. Jungkook and I are silent, we don't know what to answer. She already returns to her kitchens, so I guess it's a free lunch.

I put Coco back on the ground, and grab my phone out of the pocket of my skirt. Our school was very thoughtful, while making these school uniforms. I have pockets in my skirt, the uniform isn't ugly either. I'm gonna be honest, I quite like my school uniform.

I open my phone as I see an incoming snap from Minnie. I open the picture she sent me but it's so blurry it takes time to actually realize what's been captured. I examine the picture thoroughly, and turn it around for Jungkook to see.

"Look Minnie sent me a snap, I think it happened on accident" I show him the picture and he's immediately invested in it. "That's totally some boys hair over there" he says as he points to the corner of the screen examining the picture as well.

"What?" I answer. I didn't see it. I couldn't make anything out of that picture for the life of me, but as I look closely at the top corner of the picture, I notice what Jungkook had just pointed out. and he is right.

"So he has black hair then!" I say excitedly looking up at him. "I'm telling you we'll find out who he is, we just gotta play detective carefully" He says.

"We'll see, I don't understand why she's not telling us like- it's not like I'll tell the whole school, I bet he isn't ugly either so nobody will make fun of her. I just don't understand" I tell him taking my food from the tray and placing it in front of me.

"You? Not telling the whole school?" He says doubtingly. "HEY! Don't do me like that I can keep a secret okay" I say in defense. "Sure whatever you say" he laughs. I ignore his comment and just start eating.

The pancake is to die for, I wish I could eat this every single day. She drizzles melted chocolate over the freshly cut strawberries, that are placed on top of the fluffy pancake. And it doesn't take long to finish it, either. By the time I'm completely done, I remember that I was supposed to tutor today.

Usually I tutor on Mondays, but since they won't be home they asked me to come a few days early. I hastily check the time to see it's 4.35pm already, I was supposed to be there at 5.

"Omg. Jungkook I'm so sorry gotta go, I'm gonna be late!" I say. I stand up from my chair and pet Coco one last time to say goodbye. Of course I thank the lady for our food, and kindness. "What? where?" he asks confused standing up as well.

"I have to tutor today but I forgot" How could I forget ugh my stupid brain. "Where is it ill take the bus with you"

"Ahh it's somewhere near Gongdeog station I gotta be there in 25" I say

"Don't worry well make it it's not too far from here" he says. He grabs his backpack aswell, thanks the lady just like I did. And just like that we rush out of the cafe.

It's getting on my nerves as I'm rushing late. it's nice of Jungkook to go with me, it takes my mind off of things a bit. I'm still stressed about the whole situation, how could I be so stupid to forget? Luckily we make it in time by just 1 minute.

"You really didn't have to come all the way to the front door with me Jungkook, thank you for coming with me tho" I say to him, out of breath from running from the bus stop to the front door. "It's fine don't worry about it yun" he says catching his breath.

"Quick go in, you'll be late" Gesturing for me to go up to the house. "Thanks again, I'll see you later" I say turning to the front door and ringing the doorbell.

I look behind me to see Jungkook has left already and look back to the front door as the child's mother opens the door.

"Hi sorry i'm late it won't happen again I promise" i apologize to his mother, as she kindly smiles at me.

"Oh don't worry about it. Jaewoo is running late as well, his dad is picking him up from taekwondo class" she says

"How about a cup of tea?" she asks letting me into her home.I take off my shoes, and hang my blazer and backpack on the coat hanger. Before I walk to the kitchen, where she's standing.

"Sure, tea sounds good! do you have lemon tea by chance?" I ask, as I sit down at the dining table.

"yes I do, how was school today?" she grabs two cups from the cabinet above her, and places them on the counter. turning on the kettle that's standing next to the stove. "Ah, it was okay I guess. I had a test today but i'm afraid i didn't do all too well." I tell her. Maybe as a tutor, I shouldn't be telling her I didn't do well on my test.

"I'm sure you did fine. Youre good in most subjects Nothing to worry about." She says. Filling the cups with hot water, and putting the bags in it. She places them on the table in front of me, returning to the kitchen to get some honey and sugar. She takes a seat opposite of me, wrapping her hands around her mug before she looks at me disappointed.

"He's been having problems at school again" she suddenly says. "What? again?"Jaewoo has his issues. He's not been getting good grades, and has been acting very aggressive towards his classmates. It might be the age i don't know.

He's just turned 12 years old, and his dad is pretty much out of the picture. He occasionally brings him to his taekwondo classes whenever his mother isn't up for it.

She's been having a rough patch, she's still holding up strong. she found out her husband was having an affair, and since then everything just fell apart. The only moment when Jaewoo isn't in a mood, is when he's with his father. but he doesn't want to take responsibility, and care for his son. Occationally he picks him up, but it's rare. Poor kid.

She sighs loudly.

"Yeah.. you know he looks for fights, this one was different. He usually just yells at some kid but, I don't know."

"What did he do? Did something bad happen?"

"He beat a kid up. The poor kid is in the hospital right now, checked up on. Luckily he seems to be doing well. What if Jaewoo is an actual danger to the kids of his school?" I feel worry all through my body. i might sound careless talking about Jaewoo, and i might not mention him a lot, but i really do care about him.

"ill take him to lotte world some day!" why did i suggest that..? i dont have the money to pay for that?! what did i get myself into.. "You'd do that? i think he'd love to! you know he loves you.."

I've been involved in their family for a while now, i used to babysit little Jaewoo and now im tutoring him atleast once a week. I'd say i know their family more than i know my own. "Yeah no ofcourse!" I tell her.

And just as i say that the door opens and slams shut loudly, until we hear heavy footsteps going to the first floor. "I'll go talk to him" i say. His mother is very chill, shes such a sweet woman. she just cares about him and his education a lot.

I stand up from my chair and walk upstairs, walking into his room without hesitating. "Oh my god Jaewoo, you'll never guess what happened at school today."

"what?" he says more than annoyed, not even looking at me. Sitting on his bed, back to the door. "So we had talent day right? and these two guys started dancing and singing infront of the whole school but then! omg no never mind.." i say laughing at my own made up story.

"what happened?" he says with a soft voice looking up at me. i sit down next to him on his bed, and continue my story. "Soo.. These two guys were performing right, dancing. haha it was so funny to see, But then! one of these dudes decides to do a cartwheel. which, he did it very badly. but as soon as he landed.. HIS TROUSERS FELL OFF" i tell him, laughing at my own imagination. Trying to get him to warm up too, which works.

He doesnt laugh but i can see the smallest smile forming on his lips. "Wanna tell me about your day?" i ask. The faint smile that i saw on his face, faded again. I can tell something is bothering him. he shruggs and looks away. now unable to see his face i sigh, putting a hand on his shoulder

"Come on.." i say with a soft smile.

"I got into a fight with someone today.." He says. i can tell hes disappointed just by the way he said it. ive known him for about his whole life, he feels like a little brother to me. i cant help but feel worried.

Because of my school and homework, i started to drift away from their family. before that, i used to be here nearly every day. Whenever i'd have issues in my own home, i'd be welcomed here with open arms. "What happened?" i ask, but he does not seem to open up. "i wont tell mum i promise" and thats the point where he breaks. He starts crying. I can't remember the last time ive seen him cry like that.

He turns around on his bed facing me, hands covering is face. I immediately go to wrap my arms around him. i feel bad, it hurts my heart to see him cry like that.

Theres no words coming out of his mouth, only the sound of him crying being audible. He's pressed against me, as i hug hi. resting my chin on his head. "I bet they were very stupid werent they?" and i can feel him nod as i ask that.

"I don't really want to talk about it." He said.

"That's fine Jae" I said, as I took his shoulders and moved him away from me. I wipe his tears away, as he looks up at me with his big puppy eyes.

"Cmon.. your mother expects us to do homework" I nudge my head to his doorway, gesturing for us to go downstairs. We both stand up, making sure his cheeks are dry and his eyes are normal again. We both know his mother will worry if she finds out he's crying, about what ever is happening. She didn't notice. I helped him with his maths and English, then had dinner at their place.

Jaewoo's mother, Eunso. Can cook like crazy, today she's made a once delicious japchae again. My mother doesn't really cook often, it was usually just me behind the stove. Past few years she's been trying to pick it up again, but she kinda sucks at it.

It's crazy to think, actually. In a normal household, the mother's cooking is what makes you feel like a kid even until your old age. It's what reminds you of her, of your childhood. It gives you this warm feeling inside, this piece of comfort. The comfort I get from Eunso, for example.

Though I love it here, every night has to come to an end. Can't stay over as much as I used too since we're all getting older. I don't blame her for it though! It's me dealing with my life, not her.

I walk out of the house, and check my phone.10.45 am. Actually kill me right now.

The ride home isn't that long, it's just uncomfortable. Late at night as a girl, on a bus. Lots can happen.

I wait for my bus and sit down as usual. get home 35 minutes later, and walk into my house.

My brother used to get mad at me, for staying out for that long. My mother has gotten used to it now, can't exactly say the same for my brother tho.

I walk in and mum is passed out on the couch as usual, tv still on.

I turn off the tv, immediately removing all noise from the apartment. Try to find a blanket in the dark, and put it over her.

Its quiet. I investigate the house, living room, kitchen, my brothers room. He's not home I think. I shouldn't let that worry me. He's older, he can do whatever he wants.

Take my makeup off and just decide it's best for me to rest. Too tired to do my skincare, properly. I grab the first moisturizer I could find, and just lather some on my face. Put on my pajamas, and get in bed.

"NINI!" I see as I check my phone. It's cold. I barely want to text, just because the cold is able to hit my arms like that.

The text is from Jia. She usually stays up late, so it doesn't surprise me that she's probably wide awake.

Me: What's up!!

Jia: GUESS WHAT!!

Me: WHAT HAPPENED!?

Jia: KAI JUST FOLLOWED ME !!!

Me: WHAT?! HOLD ON

I go to my own Instagram, seeing I had gotten a notification earlier this evening.I click on the heart formed button at the top, just to see the that most popular boy of school followed me.

@KimTaeH has followed you

Oh. My. God. Immediately I think to myself.

'What if Jimin followed Nabi aswell?'

Quickly clicking on the follow back button, I navigate to the search bar. Going to Nabi's account, onto her followers list. Lo and behold, Jimin indeed is the last person that followed her.

Cocktail crew

Me: GUYS GUYS. Me: THE BOYS FOLLOWED US!

Nabi: WHO???

Jia: CHECK YOUR INSTA GIRL

Me: NABS JIMIN FOLLOWED U!

Nabi: WJAT!?

Me: YEAH, TAEHYUNG FOLLOWED ME AND KAI FOLLOWED GIGI

Jia: He's so in love with me

Nabi: LOL SAME GIRL

Jia: I MEAN.. I CANT BLAME HIM IM IRRESISTIBLE

Me: TRUEEEE!!

Jia: Wait, Nini why are you still awake?

Nabi: yeah now that you mention it, it's late for your doing

Me: I got home like 20ish minutes ago.

Nabi: ah, that explains a lot

Minnie: HEY BABES!!

Me: MIN!!!

Jia: GIRL WEVE MISSED U

Nabi: MIN HRU 😏😏

Minnie: oh shut it nabs

Nabi: OH JUST TELL US ALREADY!!!!

Jia: Yeah min don't you think us, totally awesome, pretty and amazing, gorgeous girls deserve to know? 🥺🥺

Minnie: first of all, No. Second of all, Were going to a party 🤗

Jia: WHOSE??? WHEN??

You might say that Jia likes her parties, might.. Jia is probably the most unreal girl, I've ever met in my entire life.

Jia is gorgeous, outgoing, a social butterfly and.. to top it off, she started social media about 4 years ago.

Not in a normal way, posting a few tiktoks and sharing stuff on Instagram.

No.

Over the past 4 years, she's gathered around 4,7M followers on tiktok.2.3M on youtube and around 986K on instagram.

She's worked hard for it. posting high quality vlogs on YouTube, even if they didn't reach an audience. And it definitely payed off in the end.

I couldn't think of a better person to be in the position that she is in, one I know personally of course. I met her at school, when I was around 15.

I was In the bathroom, and had randomly gotten my period. Clearly panicked I ran out to, spot another girl. Jia just so happened to be there. Not having anything with her, she ran to the store and bought me some.

We exchanged numbers, since I didn't have many friends.

Jia and Nabi were kinda a package deal.

Been basically attached to the hip since birth. And Minnie?.. yeah, I don't know how she spawned in. I wouldn't trade them for any other friend group though.

Minnie: I think it's a party at the football teams house

Jia: .. when is this gonna.. take place?

Minnie: tomorrow!

Jia: I'm going to drag Nabi out of bed, to come and personally kill you min.

Me: oh oh

Nabi: I'd rather die than go to that party.. Nabi: okay no I'm kidding, I'm actually quite excited.

Jia: you're both coming over to Nabs and mine, im planning your outfits.

Minnie: do I have to?..

Jia: yes, this is your punishment for telling me this late. You know who's gonna be there!??

Minnie: yeah yeah I know, your future husband blah blah. what time do you want me there?

Jia: What time does it start?

Minnie: Like 10 there, at their house.

Jia: I'm expecting you guys at 6.30, love ya 🥰

Me: Night babes, see ya tomorrow🩷

And I close my phone, put it beside my on charge. I'm tired, my brother still hasn't come home so.. I don't really know if I should wait for him to come home or just sleep.

And as if the universe can hear my thoughts, I can hear the front door open. I rush out of bed to walk to the living room.

"Where have you been?" I say as he turns on the lights. His face is red and blue, blood running from his cheek. "Omg are you okay?!" I say instantly worried.

"I'm fine" he says sternly

I rush over to him, to inspect his wounds. He throws his jacket over the chair, that's right beside the sofa. We look over to mom, still fast asleep. Beer bottles gathered on the ground, he sighs. He walks past me towards the bathroom, and I follow. "Who did this" I say.

"No one"

"So what you just randomly got this" He grabs a towel, to clean up. I rip it out of his hands, wetting it before facing him. He doesn't answer me.

"Who did this" I ask again, raising my voice a little.

"NOBODY DID NAYUN" he yells. I flinch at his reaction. "Yoongi.."

"Sorry"

Now we’re both stay silent, he's come home beat up a few times before. Not enough for it to be regular, but enough for me to know how to take care of the injuries. And that's just what I do.

The cut on his cheek is pretty deep, using alcohol and butterfly bandaids to disinfect and plaster it. "Does it hurt?" He stays silent, so I just look at him.

"It's okay, thank you" is all he answers, before he walks past me and disappears in his room. I'm left with the clean up, I'm worried for him. I knock on his door. "Have you eaten yet" I say softly "Go to bed Nayun "

I feel sad, I care a lot for him. To see him physically hurt like that, hurts me too. And when I ask, all he does is shut me out. If I were to come home beaten up, he would not stop asking until he hears a name. Then leave and probably kill that person. But when I'm the one asking? I just get told to shut up.

Though I do listen, listen to his command.

Return to my own room, and call it a day.

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[itzynabi]

happy birthday

summary: in which san celebrates nabi’s birthday early

set: mid june 2024

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mention of food and i think that’s it

an: more nasan (everybody cheer!) the next scenario will most likely be their first time (please tell me if you want to be tagged in that and block the ‘minors dni’ tag if you don’t want to be. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

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Nabi looked up from her phone when she heard her doorbell ring. She wasn’t expecting someone so she figured it was just a neighbour and got up to answer it. Her face immediately broke into a smile when she saw San on the other side of the door. She excitedly jumped into his arms, paying no mind to the duffel bag he was carrying.

“Hi, Biyah,” he murmured into her head, somehow managing not to drop the bag. “How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you?”

“I’m also good.”

Nabi took hold of his hand and led him. inside her apartment. After swapping his sneakers for slippers, he went with her to the living room, placing his stuff on the kitchen island.

“What are you doing here?” She asked when they were seated on the couch.

“Well, last year, we celebrated my birthday early. So this year, we’re celebrating your birthday early,” he said, placing his hand on her knee.

Nabi smiled. “Well, thank you. What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking we could bake a cake together. A birthday cake.” He checked her expression to see how she felt.

“Oh! So, like… you pick out the ingredients and I do the baking?” She asked.

“No. Like, we make it together.”

She hummed, jutting her bottom lip out slightly. “I don’t really like cooking with other people, though.”

“You’ll like it today!” He cheered, standing up. He went to the duffel bag he brought with him. “Your first birthday present,” he said as he turned around, revealing a small bouquet of pink lilies.

Nabi gasped, a smile spreading on her face. “Oh my gosh! They’re so pretty!” She went to him, taking the flowers. “And I have a vase somewhere.”

She quickly disappeared into her bedroom, reappearing a few seconds later with a purple vase. The flowers were transferred into the vase, which was then placed on the kitchen island.

“Thank you, Sannie.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re welcome, Biyah. Now–” he walked around the kitchen island, placing his hands on it– “let’s get started on your birthday cake.”

“Do you have a recipe in mind?” She asked, playing with the petals of the flowers.

San nodded, rolling his shoulders back as he stood at his full height, his chest puffing out in a cocky manner. “Vanilla cake with buttercream frosting.”

“That’s my favourite!”

“I know!” Nabi squealed excitedly, watching as he tapped the island. “I have the recipe and the ingredients,” San told her.

“Then let’s get started.”

San placed all the necessary ingredients on the table, putting his duffel bag in the living room. The only things he didn’t have were measuring things and bowls for mixing, so Nabi supplied them.

“The first thing we have to do,” San read through the recipe on his phone, “is preheat the oven to 165° and place the shelf in the middle of the oven.” He looked up from his phone. “Okay, that seems simple enough.”

He put his phone down, squatting down in front of the oven. He stared at it for a few seconds before looking up at Nabi. “How do you use this thing?”

She shrugged her shoulders as she answered, “I don’t know. I usually ask Kibum oppa to help me with it.”

“Sunbaenim drives to your apartment to turn on your oven whenever you want to bake?” Nabi nodded. “That’s cool.”

“We should probably move the shelf first,” Nabi suggested. San nodded and opened the oven, doing as instructed.

“But how do we turn this thing on?” He asked.

Nabi moved to stand next to him, squatting down as she observed the oven. She pushed a bunch of buttons, hoping that one of them would do something. After a few seconds, the oven began to make a sound as the digital display turned on. San reached his hand out and fiddled with a knob, turning it until the number said 165. They high-fived each other, celebrating their accomplishment.

“Now,” San started, “we need to mix the dry ingredients together.”

He got to work on putting the flour, baking powder, and salt in one bowl as Nabi used the electric mixer to beat butter and sugar together. Once creamy, she added the egg and egg white, making sure to mix that in.

“You’re not supposed to eat it before it’s ready,” San scolded as Nabi licked the mixture off her finger.

“But it tastes nice,” she argued, dipping her finger in the mixture again.

“It’s butter, sugar, and raw egg,” San said, watching her with concern on his face. “I don’t think that’s healthy.”

Dipping her finger in the mixture once more, Nabi held it out to San. “Try it.”

It might have been a trick of the light, but Nabi could have sworn she saw a heat in San’s eyes as he leaned forward and licked the mixture from her finger. He nodded, pretending to assess it. “It tastes… like egg, butter, and sugar.”

Nabi pouted, feeling her cheeks grow warm as she absentmindedly wiped her finger on her jeans. “I think it tastes nice,” she mumbled.

The couple finished making the batter, putting it in two tins before putting them in the oven. As they waited for the cakes to be ready, they made the frosting. Once they were done, San shooed Nabi from the kitchen.

“Go put on a pretty dress,” he told her, dragging her to her room.

Nabi groaned. “But why?”

“Because I want you to,” he said, managing to get her in the room.

Blinking her eyes, Nabi stood in her room, confused about San’s instructions. She decided to just do as he asked, and went to her closet. Looking through her clothes, she tried to decide on a dress to wear. She ended up being torn between two dresses: a pink mini-dress with lace detailing along the cups, a bow sitting in between them; a purple low-waisted corset with a tulle mini-skirt attached.

“They’re both pretty,” she muttered, the furrow of her eyebrows deepening as she struggled to make up her mind. Staring at the dresses, she decided to just play eenie meenie minie moe. When she finished the game, her hand hovered over the pink dress, meaning that one was out and she would wear the purple one, but she moved her hand to the left to let it hover over the purple one instead. “What a bummer,” she sighed, pretending to be upset.

She changed out of her shorts and shirt, putting on the dress. She checked herself in the mirror, making sure she looked nice. Smoothing out her dress, she decided to go to her vanity and do her hair. As she was brushing it out, she began to smell something meaty. She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what the source of the smell was. Maybe she was smelling one of her neighbours’ food, it happened sometimes when her windows were open, which they were. She used her curler to add some definition to her hair, making it wavy.

Deciding she was done, she stood up and moved to leave her room. She opened the door and saw San busy working on something in the kitchen.

“Not yet!” He exclaimed, quickly walking over to block her view of the apartment.

Nabi rose onto her tiptoes, trying to see past his shoulders, but he kept moving and blocking her view. “Seriously?” She huffed.

“It’s a surprise, baby,” he laughed. “I’ll tell you when you can come out.”

“Can you at least give me my phone?” She had left it on the island when she went to change. San made her cover her eyes as he walked backwards and felt around for her phone before giving it to her. “Thank you,” she said.

San smiled at her and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “You look pretty.”

Nabi felt her cheeks warm at the compliment. “Thanks,” she mumbled as she closed the door. She ended up not using her phone because she needed to clean her room a bit; she didn’t know if San was sleeping over but, in case he was, she needed to move her dirty clothes from the floor to her hamper. Then she organised the drawers in her vanity because they were a bit messy and she’d been meaning to do it anyway. By the time San told her to come out, she had also washed her makeup brushes and laid them out to dry.

She picked her phone up and skipped to the door, where San was standing. He had a nervous smile and kept fiddling with the belt loop of his jeans.

“I didn’t know where you wanted to eat, so I just set up dinner at the dining table,” he said.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, I… Come on.” He held his hand out to her and she took it. He led her to the dining room where he had set up their dinner. The meaty smell from earlier turned out to be bossam, most likely delivered to her apartment, accompanied by rice, kimchi, and tteokbokki. For drinks, there was Nabi’s favourite soda.

“Oh my gosh!” She squealed, waving her arms excitedly. “This is amazing!” She turned to San. “Thank you, Sannie.” She embraced him in a tight hug. She felt his chest rumble with a relieved laugh.

“Anything for you.” He smoothed her hair away from her face. “Ready to eat?”

“So ready,” she groaned, pulling away from her boyfriend. He pulled her chair out for her then moved over, sitting next to her.

They made conversation as they ate their dinner, talking about everything and nothing. San told her about Byeol, his cat, and Nabi told him that she was considering adopting a cat of her own. During her hiatus, she had babysat a lot of her friends’ pets and she really enjoyed it, making her wonder if getting a cat was closer to being reality than a dream.

“Are you ready for your cake?” San asked, clearing the dinner table. They had managed to eat almost all of the food, leaving a little of everything. When Nabi stood to help, San stared pointedly at her, smiling brightly when she sat back down. He busied himself in the kitchen for a few minutes, probably packing the food away.

“Happy birthday to you,” San sang as he approached the dining table with the cake in hand, candles on the cake and lit. Nabi smiled as he got closer and put the cake on the table. He continued singing the song for her, his voice light. “Make a wish,” he said once he was done singing.

Nabi clasped her hands in front of her chest and closed her eyes as she made her wish. She opened them as she blew her candles out. When Nabi chanced a glance at him, San was looking at her with that gaze, eyes warm and soft as if he couldn’t believe she was real. She figured she was looking at him the same way, but that didn’t stop the blush that coated her cheeks. San cut up two slices of cake for the two of them, putting the rest of the cake in the fridge — they were both getting too full to eat more.

“This is really good!” Nabi groaned after taking a bite of the cake. She began to sway side to side in her chair.

“Is it up to your standards?” San teased, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Nabi nodded. “It’s perfect.”

“That’s good.” San’s body released some tension as he relaxed into his chair.

“Thank you for this, Sannie,” she said, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips. His hand came up to frame her face, deepening the kiss.

“You don’t have to thank me, Biyah,” he said when they pulled apart. “I like seeing you happy. You mean so much to me and I just want to make sure you know.”

“I do.” She nodded, sincerity dripping from her voice.

“You’re so special and I love you so much. The world wouldn’t be this bright without you, you know? My world wouldn’t be this bright.”

Nabi’s eyes shifted around the room awkwardly. “... Okay.”

San chuckled, recognising his girlfriend’s discomfort. “I’ll stop there. I wrote a letter for you that perfectly encapsulates my feelings.”

“Cool.” She took another bite of cake to keep herself busy.

San leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Nabi, pulling her into him. He peppered kisses all over her face, tightening his hold on her when she tried to break free, her body shaking with the most precious giggles he had ever heard.

“I love you,” he said as he pressed his last kiss to the side of her face.

“I love you too.” She turned her head to press a kiss to his neck.

“Happy early birthday,” he whispered and she grinned, feeling a warmth unfurl in her chest. The joy she felt left with a buzzing feeling, feeling overjoyed. She leaned back into his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

For the rest of the evening, they ate their cake then moved to the couch to watch a movie. They only made it halfway into the movie before they started feeling tired so they decided to go to get ready for bed. Once in the covers, Nabi laid her head on San’s chest, getting comfortable together.

“Did you enjoy your early birthday?” San asked.

Nabi nodded. “Very much.”

She felt his chest rumble lightly with his laughter. “I’m glad.”

“I love you, Sannie.”

“I love you too, Biyah.”

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[jooheonspinky]

Trivia: Love

Characters: Namjoon x Female Reader

Genre: idol!au, angst, smut

Synopses: A few years ago, Y/N met Namjoon while at a movie theatre. Hitting it off, they come to an agreement wherein Y/N signs a contract that entails helping Namjoon “de-stress” whenever he is in the US, even having Y/N travel to several of BTS’ stops when they are on tour. But then the pandemic hit, and it has now been almost two years since they have seen each other in person. With BTS coming to LA for several concerts and interviews, will they be able to get back to how things were before, or have the two changed too much in that time apart? 

Warnings: set during the COVID pandemic, mentions of mask-wearing and COVID tests, fingering, unprotected sex (both get STI tested before visits, as per contract. Not specified in story, but Y/N takes birth control).

A/N: This story is inspired by a dream I had on August 26, 2018. You can find the dream here on my Kpop Dream Logs. It took me several years to flesh out and finish this story and I'm really excited to finally get this put out there. I really hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to like, reblog, and comment. I really appreciate you taking time out of your day to read my work.

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Part 1

Word Count: 4.5K

November 27, 2021

“Hi,” I offer the middle-aged woman behind the front desk as polite a smile as I can convey through my eyes. Trying to be as casual yet discreet as possible, I lower my voice and lean in as I state, “The room for Mr. Moonchild, please.”

The woman’s eyes narrow for just a millisecond before the friendly customer service expression settles back in place. Well, as far as I could tell, due to the navy blue face mask emblazoned with the hotel's logo on the right side covering half of her face.

“Name, please?” she probes, her tone neutral.

“Nabi Bomnal,” I provide the code name he had given me so long ago, my voice slightly muffled with my black medical-style face mask covering the lower half of my face. I resist the urge to tap my fingernails on the shiny granite top of the desk separating us, nervous anxiousness threatening to buckle my knees.

She hums her acknowledgment, and I can feel her eyes judging me as they flick from her computer screen and back to my face a few times as she types. I hold back saying, “We’re just friends,” as a way to justify why I’m here so she can stop searing my soul with her disapproving looks. She knows why I’m here. Yes, this woman knows exactly why I’m here.

“Ok. You are all set, Miss Bomnal.” Her eyes beam, and she seems way too cheerful. “I’ve already paged Mr. Choi. He will meet you at the elevators and direct you to the requested room.”

“Thanks,” I mumble, throwing her an awkward smile, though I know she can’t see it. 

I hope the gesture comes off more amicably through my eyes than it feels before hurrying off to the elevator lobby. This whole interaction would not have bothered me in the past. These were the exact steps I took two to three times a year, and I had been okay with it, ignoring the knowing looks given to me by hotel staff. However, this time, I find myself nervous and feeling ill at ease, my hands clammy as one tugs a suitcase down the marble flooring and the other hangs at my side, fist clenching and unclenching as I walk. It almost feels as if it is my first time all over again.

The elevator doors open just as I approach them, and a large, muscular man fills the space inside. He’s in all black from head to toe. His tucked-in T-shirt, whose sleeves hug his biceps a bit too tightly, also clings to his chest and torso muscles. My eyes continue down to a tapered waist, the shirt disappearing into his jeans. Black sneakers complete his outfit.

“Mr. Choi,” I greet him with a genuine smile and a short bow. “It's good to see you are well.”

He bows back. “I’m glad you are also healthy and well. Come, let me take that.”

It was fruitless to protest. For several years, this has been precisely the way our meetings started. I long ago gave up fighting him about lugging my suitcase around. Mr. Choi may look menacing, but he was a sweetheart underneath all that height and muscle.

“It’s been a while, huh?” I make small talk as the elevator doors close behind me.

“Almost two years,” he hums behind his black face mask. 

“Two years,” I parrot quietly in wonderment. 

We’re quiet after that, each of us left to our thoughts. It’s not for long, though. Soon, the elevator pings, the doors slide open quietly, and we step out onto a plush crimson carpet. Suddenly, the black skinny jeans, purple long-sleeve shirt, and black flats I wear make me feel underdressed.

Not that it would matter. It’s not like I would have them on for too much longer.

“Here we are,” Mr. Choi interrupts my thoughts. He swipes the key card over the black reader beneath the door handle, and there is an audible click as the lock disengages. Ever the gentleman, he holds the door open for me, and I walk into the large room. “You know the drill,” he starts after leaving my luggage by the door. “Here’s the key card. Make sure to leave it here at the end of your stay.” He hands me the card even as he continues his usual spiel. “Your negative COVID test results came through, as did your medical assessment. All is well, as usual.” I press my lips together, my cheeks warming up. Shouldn’t I be used to this by now? “I have reviewed his information also, and all came back negative. Here is a copy for your peace of mind, but for privacy reasons and the conservation of his reputation, the company has remitted his name, date of birth, and demographics. Since you are here, am I to understand you are still in agreement with the contract and arrangement made four years ago? I can provide another copy if you need it.”

Oh, I understand, I think dispiritedly. I understand that this is still just business between us.

“No need,” I let out a short chuckle, waving my hand as if that would brush away the brooding thoughts in my mind. “Yes, I still agree to all the terms. I understand.”

“Ok,” he nods, passing me the medical and COVID documents. “He left you something in the bedroom. Food, snacks, and drinks are in the fridge if you get hungry. My number is still the same. Call me if you need anything or if there is an emergency. They are due to arrive sometime after midnight, so you still have a few hours to yourself.”

“Thanks, Mr. Choi.”

“Have a good night.”

I wish him the same as I walk him to the door. Once he’s gone, I slip out of my shoes, leaving them by the door, and I grab my suitcase to head towards the bedroom. The hotel room was pretty much an apartment. There was a small bathroom to the left and a coat closet to the right in the foyer. The full kitchen had a stove, microwave, counter space, sink, and full-size fridge. Everything is stainless steel. The kitchen was on the right once you exited the foyer. Ahead from the entryway is a large living room area with a television, a couch, a loveseat, a chair, and a coffee table to the left. The TV sits in a shelving unit that takes up most of the wall, and many books of different colors and sizes fill the shelves. A sitting area on the opposite end of the room is arranged in front of a fireplace. Off-center to the living room and sitting area is a sleek black dining table with eight chairs, the chair cushions white, just like the couches and seats around the room. Beyond the dining room is a set of sliding glass doors leading to a roomy balcony with outdoor seating matching the decor inside the living space and a fire pit.

Turning left past the dining table, I finally reach the bedroom. Opening it up, I find a spacious room with a California King-sized bed. The covering atop the bed is fluffy and thick, hinting at the comfort it will provide. A set of French doors leads out to the balcony, a settee invitingly sitting near them, offering the person who sat there a nice view of the space outside.

Reaching the closet on the opposite side of the room, I unpack. I don’t have much, but I hang my clothing on the available hangers to avoid too many wrinkles. As usual, I leave everything else in the suitcase but take out my toiletries. In the bathroom, I can’t help but smile. It was a beautiful area with marble, the palest of pinks surrounding the Jack and Jill sinks. The walls were white marble tiles with light grey streaks, while the marble on the floor was also white, the grey whisps a darker shade. The same tiles continue into the shower, which is right across from the sinks, a luxurious area with several showerheads that I could not wait to use. At the end of the room, there was a grande deep tub. I was quite certain Namjoon and I could both soak in there together. At the opposite end, nearer to where I had entered, a quick stroll over has me confirming it was the toilet, separated from the rest of the bathroom.

Glancing down at my watch, I see it’s already 10:35 p.m., so I opt for taking a shower before it gets too late or I get too tired. Namjoon wasn’t due until after midnight, so I could have a leisurely shower and then lounge around while waiting for him.

But first, I want to see what’s in the bag Namjoon set at the end of the bed. Back in the bedroom, I quickly pull out the lilac tissue paper until a card and the present are revealed at the bottom. I can’t help but smile as I read the note.

Nabi,

I saw this and thought of you. I know you will wear it well. I also got you a little something for those days when you miss the moon. It will keep you company until you can see it again.

See you soon,

Moonchild

Grabbing the box the card had been lying on, my fingers brushed against a soft material. I chuckle to myself, already imagining what it could be. First, though, I wanted to see what was in the black box. Opening it, I can’t help but smile fondly as the contents are revealed. A full moon hangs from a silver chain, a small silver butterfly dangling a few links up. I waste no time clasping it around my neck, the moon charm falling just above my cleavage. 

Clutching it in my hand lovingly, I can’t help but wonder if his message had a double meaning. Yes, he gave me a little moon, something we both loved to look at. But he knows I associate him with it, not just because of his song ‘Moonchild,’ but because he loves to walk beneath the moon to release his creativity. So when his note says I can look at the necklace when I miss the moon, and it can keep me company until I see it again, was he talking about the literal moon, or was he talking about himself? 

Aloud, I can’t help but frown and say, “Nah.”

Namjoon has not indicated this whole time that there is more between us than a hook-up a few times a year. We do keep in touch by talking and texting over the phone when we are apart, even with his busy schedule, but I never get the sense that there is any romantic interest on his part whatsoever. Anyway, as Mr. Choi pointed out earlier, this was nothing but a business transaction, and I would be a fool if I let myself think anything more could ever come from this.

Not wanting to overthink the gift anymore, I moved on to the other item I had felt when I had gone to grab the box. Smiling, I lift the lingerie, trying to figure out exactly what it was besides purple lace and thin satin ribbon. I guess I would find out better once I put it on. With that thought in mind, I head back into the bathroom to shower.

Feeling refreshed after my shower, I sit comfortably on the bed, a near-empty glass of wine in my hand as I watch a movie to pass the time. Repositioning myself, I feel the lingerie shift beneath the robe I’d tied over it. As the material grazes across my skin, I’m reminded that Namjoon has yet to arrive to see me in the one-piece bodysuit he’d bought me. It barely covers anything, the deep-plunging V-neck stopping short of my navel. The material leaves nothing to the imagination, but the color compliments my skin well and accentuates my curves. The lace in the back only covers half of my ass, and the satin adjustable criss-cross straps leave most of my skin bare as it comes to a neat bow at my lower back. It certainly could leave anyone who wore it feeling sexy, and despite some insecurities, even I cannot deny that I could not wait to see Namjoon’s reaction to me wearing it.

The evening seems to be crawling by. The anticipation of seeing him after all this time has my nerves somewhere between frayed with anxiety and horny as hell. Either way, I feel like I’m on the verge of screaming. 

Downing the last bit of wine, I make my way to the kitchen, cleaning up my mess from earlier and leaving the dishes to dry on the counter before slipping out of the robe and sliding in under the bed covers.

Though I am so nervous, the combination of the flight and my jittery nerves has worn me out. I had wanted to stay awake to greet him, but the evening was going too slowly. So, I decided to kill time with sleep. Letting out a shaky breath, I feel myself slowly relaxing. The wine helps, and my eyes slip shut a short time later.

A door closing in the distance wakes me from a restless sleep. I had left the bathroom light on with the door just a smidge open to push back some of the darkness. I scramble off the bed, anticipating finally seeing him in front of me after so long driving away any remnants of sleep left behind.

As I step towards it, the bedroom door flies open, and I gasp. There he is. Kim Namjoon in an off-white suit, the suit jacket unbuttoned. The vest beneath has nothing underneath it, and my eyes are drawn to the deep V of the vest that shows a bit of bare flesh. He wears a thick black choker around his neck with silver spikes poking out randomly all around it. He looks devilishly handsome with his dark chocolate locks, shorter than I was used to, shaved at the sides, and spiked up at the front.

“There’s my beautiful Nabi,” he nearly growls as his eyes lock on me. Even through the thin slip of lace, he has tied across his eyes, I can see the stare is so intense, almost predatory-like, that I feel my heart rate kick up a few notches just because of it. “Come here,” he demands, even as his long legs quickly close the space between us.

Before I can even react, his mouth is slashing hungrily across mine. Inhaling sharply through my nose, I don’t resist. Instead, the fierceness of the kiss mixed with the scent that is his and his alone has my core clenching involuntarily around nothing. It’s like his smell is a key that triggers the memories of our past encounters to come flooding through to the forefront, and it’s the kindle to the fire he always knows how to ignite in me. 

He presses his body into mine, and we stumble back until we are met with the resistance of the wall.

“Namjoon,” I breathe as his hands dig into my hips, holding me to him.

Coaxing my lips apart greedily, he drags his tongue along mine, and I moan into his mouth. The bitterness of the beer he must have been drinking before mixed with mint tingles along my taste buds, and I can’t seem to get enough as my hands help him remove the blazer without breaking the kiss.

His mouth, so warm and soft, is not shy about exploring anywhere he wants to. Namjoon slides away from my lips to kiss my jawline before nipping at the pulse at my neck. His hips roll into mine, and we both groan.

“I missed your taste,” he growls as he hoists me up. “Missed this ass,” he smirks while he palms my bare cheeks and gives them a firm squeeze. I wrap my legs around his waist and smile at him. We are face to face like this, and he is such a magnificent sight to behold. He is like an incubus decked in all white and trimmed in lace, ready to devour me body and soul. His saccharine voice is a dangerous addiction that threatens to shatter my heart into a trillion little pieces at any moment if I don’t do better to guard and protect that much too-sensitive organ. With lips ruddy and swollen from the passionate kisses, face flushed, and eyes dark with pure need, he looks like sex personified. He walks us to the bed and drops me down. I shift to the middle, and he crawls on hands and knees towards me, saying, “Missed the way your tight wet pussy takes me so well...”

“Namjoon!” I gasp, feeling myself grow wetter with the filth coming out of those sinful lips of his. 

“What?” he chuckles huskily as he drops a kiss on my mound. “You look absolutely delicious in that,” he compliments as his hands graze up my thighs. There is a conflicting sensation, and I look down to see he is wearing white lace half gloves, the material stopping just past his knuckles. My eyes close, soaking up the feeling of a rough scratch mixed with the soft flesh of his fingertips ghosting their way up my body. “I knew it would suit you well.”

I can’t even answer anything he says, my body humming with sensations I have been deprived of for so so long. It’s as if I’ve forgotten how to speak anything other than his name. It wasn’t that I had withheld myself of relief while we were apart. Still, there is just a different feeling altogether when you have all these overwhelming sensations being coaxed out of you by someone else rather than a toy or your own self—especially someone as passionate as Namjoon. 

His lips have made their way up to my breasts. The tips press firmly against the thin purple lace, and he wastes no time snatching one between his lips. I let out a loud gasp as his hand slipped between my legs, palming me roughly. 

“Baby, you are so wet,” he growls against my breasts. Then, leaning back, he lifts his gaze to meet mine. “I don’t think I’ll be able to wait much longer. I need to be inside you.”

Mesmerized by his flushed cheeks and pleading eyes, I nod, “Yes. Please.”

He licks his lips hungrily, his mouth quickly returning to my breast. I’m groaning when I feel a finger slip inside me. Namjoon’s curse is muffled as he slides in and out, prepping me for what is to come and warming my body up even more. He slides in another digit, and my hips begin to roll upwards, wanting more friction. He’s pulling away, and I whimper, my entire body throbbing with the impending release I am so needing. Namjoon quickly removes the rest of his clothes, leaving on his gloves and the lace he had tied over his eyes.

He is crawling over me in no time, his naked form warm against me. Namjoon does not even give me the time to take off the lingerie. Instead, he pulls the material away from my center and brings his cock to dip into my juices. Biting down on my lip, my hands fist the sheets as he drags the head of his dick up my seam, the tip rubbing my clit sweetly. My hips arch up, and he chuckles.

“Greedy, girl,” he tsks but doesn’t delay the torture any longer.

Namjoon slides in slowly, groaning once he’s bottomed out. His hand kneads my breast as he leans forward to capture my lips in a deep kiss, allowing me to adjust to him. He tastes so good; I could kiss him forever. He gives his hips a hesitant roll, and when he gets a moan from me, he starts a slow pace. My walls begin to tighten around him, and he lifts himself onto his knees, his hands on my thighs, keeping them open wide. 

He looks incredible, with his tanned skin glistening in the glow of the bathroom light. His nipples are taut, his abs constricting as he chases his high. I can feel myself getting so close, finding it hard to keep my eyes open.

“Don’t stop,” I keen. 

Namjoon obliges, his hips picking up more speed. He feels so good scraping against my walls, touching that spot that he knows precisely how to hit. I bite down on my lip, and Namjoon smacks my inner thigh, and the shock of the sting has me spilling over the edge on a long moan, my hips rolling to meet his thrusts as I ride out my high.

“Fuck, you look so hot,” he pants as he yanks the lace from his eyes. “I need to see you,” he growls as his cock throbs desperately inside me. I know he’s close when his thrusts grow sloppier, and I rake my nails over his abdomen. “Oh, shit!” he curses as his abs constrict just before I feel him burst inside me. Though I’m already oversensitive, I lock my legs around his waist and buck into him as thick streams of his warm cum fill me up.

“Ok, ok, ok,” he shivers as he tries to unravel my legs from around his waist moments later.

I grant him mercy and release him, laughing as I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom. Using the toilet and cleaning myself, I bring a warm, wet hand towel back into the room. I can’t help giggling when I see him collapse back onto the bed after leaning over to toss his spiked collar and lace gloves onto the bedside table, his arms thrown out on either side of him as if that took the rest of the energy he had left.

“You good?” I ask sweetly as I clean him up.

“Come here,” he growls. I yelp, tossing the towel over the edge of the bed, when Namjoon snatches me up and tucks me into his side. He tenderly kisses my forehead as his arm cradles me to him, one of his legs nudging its way between mine. “I really did…miss you, Y/N,” he murmurs before his breathing goes steady.

“Namjoon?” I whisper.

But there is no response. Instead, he pulls me tighter against his sleeping and warm form. I try not to read too much into the gesture. Steadying my breathing, not wanting to wake him, I can’t help but let my mind wander.

How had I gotten here?

I smile fondly, remembering the day we met as if it was just yesterday. 

It had been a cool Spring night in 2017. I went to the movie theater by myself. Leaving the theater room after the movie finished, I looked up and became frozen in my spot. Right near the door to exit the building, I swore I had seen Kim Namjoon!

I blinked a few times. Looking around, I wondered how no one else had noticed. Granted, he had been wearing a face mask, sure, but those eyes and his stance? It was undeniable to me.

  He was scrolling through his phone and must have sensed my staring because he looked up. His gaze fell directly on me. My heart skipped a beat as he threw a wink my way and then brought a finger to where his mouth would have been. I nodded, respecting his wishes. That didn’t mean my heart wasn’t racing a mile a minute as I made my way to the exit and avoided any further eye contact.

As I walked to my car, my mind was reeling. I had been in the same space as Namjoon! I couldn’t even believe it myself. Lost in my thoughts, I had nearly let out a scream when a finger tapped on my shoulder.

“Jesus!” I gasped as I whirled around. “You scared me!”

A tall, muscular man in black jeans and a black t-shirt bowed. 

“죄송합니다. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s ok,” I laughed nervously. I still eyed him warily. He was quite fearsome; the bulging muscles that his clothing did little to hide spoke of how easily he could snap me like a twig if he truly wanted to. “Can I help you?”

“My client, he wants to meet you.” I cocked an eyebrow at him in question. “Namjoon-씨,” he clarified.

I could not help but laugh in disbelief.

“Really?” I scoffed. “Namjoon? Of BTS? He wants to meet me?”

I laughed again. The man, most likely a bodyguard if those muscles had anything to say about it, pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. When the line was picked up, he spoke in Korean and then passed me the cell phone.

Now, my stomach fluttered as I accepted the device. 

“Hello?” I said hesitantly, then tried to backtrack with a “Uhm, I mean, 여보세요?”

I mentally face-palmed myself, instantly feeling my ears burn with embarrassment. A soft chuckle greeted me.

“Hi. I see you didn’t believe my bodyguard.”

I instantly recognized the voice. 

With my knees trembling, I was honest when I answered, “I didn’t. I mean, I’m not sure I do, still.”

He laughed again.

“I just wanted to thank you for not revealing my identity inside.”

Holy crap! It really was him!!

“Yeah. Sure,” I tried to sound nonchalant. “It’s nothing.”

“But for me, it is, so what do you say? Will you go with my bodyguard?”

“I don’t know….” I looked up at the intimidating man before me.

“I promise you’ll be safe.”

But my heart sure hadn’t been.

I should have known that very first night that I would not have been able to keep my heart guarded. I tried to be indifferent as I accepted his proposition, to not catch feelings. I did all I could to focus on the fact that this was all basically a business transaction. He would help me pay my way through school while I helped him “relieve some tension” whenever he came to the US. The more legal way of saying we were “fuck buddies.”

Simple. 

Yet the more time we spent together, the more we spoke, the more he chiseled his way in. The lines were getting too blurred for me. The two years we were unable to be with each other made me realize it. I thought maybe this time apart would dampen things, reminding me that there really is nothing between us but this contract. It hadn’t been so. Seeing him again, I knew I had missed him so much. He is so good to me and respectful despite the circumstances. And that only makes me adore him more.

I push all thoughts out of my mind as I feel tears threatening my lash line. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, praying they don’t spill over. Breathing in and out slowly, combined with the warmth of Namjoon’s embrace, helps me to settle down, and soon I’m relaxed enough to fall asleep. The sleep is so deep I don’t even feel him leave the bed a few hours later.

Credits:

Text Divider by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Moodboard by me.

For moodboard, used:

InCollage for layout, title, butterfly and photos.

Except Namjoon’s photo. Credit to RM x GQ Korea, Vogue Korea 2021

Motionleap was used for the movement within the moodboard.

Thanks for reading. Part 2 is out now.

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

[catshinji]

Please help an elderly Palestinian couple survive the genocide‼️

I want to share a fundraiser that has been vetted by my local Palestinian mutual aid networks in Melbourne.

Ahmed Al Hendi and Somaya have recently arrived here from Gaza. They are raising urgent funds for their elderly parents, Mohammed and Nabile, who have not evacuated.

The money will be used for necessities such as food, medicine, and shelter.

Romey, the organiser of this gfm, is a staunch activist who has been organising many fundraiser events to help Palestinian families. I met her at a fundraiser film screening recently and fully vouch for her.

The total goal is not very big, and is in Australian dollars. If you live in the US, then your stronger dollar will convert to a higher donation.

Please share, and give what you can. Every dollar counts. 🇵🇸

$100 / $45,000 AUD

[softkiseu]

hi lovelies, nabis and moots. i know i already drop a hint that i 'll host another event when i hit a biggest milestone i been waiting for a very long time and finally, it happened. yes, we hit 2k everyone! also it's alr 2.1k+ since i posted my ms post,all thanks to you guys that i love and adore so much. now I'm sorry for making everyone waiting. work made me busy and exhausted.

now to celebrate this beautiful milestone, also because endlesslywe did reach it's first hundred, slowly climbing to 200 ( i need to be active there again) while renjwoo is it's in four hundred almost it's five soon. i planned to make a event titled " k pop films event ".

what's the themed about and how it works?

films are about series and movies that we love to watch when it's our free time. mostly in netflix, so how it will connect to kpop?

STEPS TO FOLLOW :

✨🎥 you need to make a moodboard that will be themed from any movie or series that already been released to the public. i wanna set your freedom to choose so more access to a great masterpiece + i might have a chance to know new films to watch if you ever pick a title that i don't have a chance to watch yet.

✨🎥 pick a kpop idol (from any gg, bg or even soloist) that will be a good match to your made up character in your choosen title film that will be the final concept of your mb.

🎬 to make it even clearer, here are the sample of mbs with film themed in the past that i made, for your guidance purposes.

✨🎥 make sure that your moodboard is pure themed of the movie or series you'll pick or else your mb will instantly lose it chance to win even it have a good color scheme.

✨🎥 try to be unique and be creative.

✨🎥 don't forget to put the tags #k pop films event #(idol name) x (title of the film) #genre (can be one or more) sample of genre : action, drama, horror, thriller, science fiction, romance, fantasy, comedy, adventure, animation, historical, myster and many more. The example of tags are also in the pics above.

✨🎥 leave a comment if joining, tag two or even more of your friends you think will join. my own tags (@w-oun @y-ves @koosuvi @isamired @interstellarz @tookio + more)

✨🎥 please tag me @softkiseu in your mb too. it's fine if its in anyplace of your mb or in the comment section. It easier for me to see your entry (i forgot to include this one ;;)

🎬 again, we will have six winners for this event, i, @/y-ves and @/isamired that are also admins of endlesslywe will choose two each to enter the top six.

✨the rewards!

🔖 a shout out

🔖 one gif set (idol of your choice)

🔖 two customized mbs- to give myself a challenge too, i ll make one of the mbs a film themed mb (the idol is your choice)

🔖 50 reblogs of one of your post.

🔖 a follow if I'm not following yet.

🔖 to be added in coming days.

🎬 the end of sending your entry for the event will be oct 8 (20 days from now) and i ll announce the winner with the help of my two moots after a week or two.

🎬 lastly, good luck and hope who participate will enjoy the event I planned. all the mb entries will be rb at @/damidarari.

lastly, this only for fun. hope to see you join and i able to have a chance to see a beautiful stunning themed film mbs that you nabis, moots, and other lovelies possible can make. i know everyone here in our mb community are so talented. fightin!

[kingofbodyrolls]

🔍Looking for a bts fic! 🔍

The fic has already been found!! 🥹💜 And it's 'Runaway' by @archivedkookie💜

You guys are incredible! Thank you! The fic is in the reblog if anyone wants to read it 🫶🏾

Hi you lovely people ��� I want to help @gimeow find a Jungkook fic that they lost before they finished reading it. Can you help? 

Here's the details that they remember of the fic:

It’s a jjk fic where he has an affair with his little sister’s best friend, whom he calls kitten. He’s also the boss of readers roommate, who is a tattoo artist.

It is a series. Here's some more details:

Reader is a student

Readers roommate call her 'Nabi' and she's really protective of her

Readers best friend (JK's sister) hates her bro

Taehyung is with the sister, but keeps it a secret and force reader to lie in front of her roommate

JK, Tae, Yoongi and the roommate are going to a bike race in the last chapter

Do you know the fic? If you do, please comment, reblog or tag with the link – or send an ask or message to @gimeow 💜

You are also very welcome to reblog this post so we can help find this fic ✨

Thank you so much for your time 💜

[dreinstein777]

Your pet loves you dearly! Why? PICK A CARD(dog)

This is for entertainment purposes only, take what resonates with you the most. You are Loved

Pile 1 Chaotic Einstein

Pile 2 Good Girl Nabi

Pile 3 The Wisest Cositas

Pile One-Chaotic Einstein

I’m so sorry pile 1, truly. Many of you are separated from your pet. It sounds like you need a lot of healing. When your lovely pet passed away, you were torn, sleepless nights, perhaps a reck. This separation was more than ever imagined, this love was a family pet, or a pet from a relationship. You looked after them the most, this pet loved that you always made sure that they were 100% percent okay. Making sure someone checked on them, had enough treats, food and water. Like best friends, your pet loves you so much, loved to take care of you more than when you took care of her. You gave her a best friend and in return she was yours. This pet was likely a girl, possibly lost tragically or suddenly. For most of you she may have passed away but for others she may have been forced away from you. She loves you, a lot. You did enough and all you could to love her. Don’t worry.

Pile Two-Good girl Nabi

Hi pile 2,your pet is an unusual pet, pink toed spider, lizard, bearded dragon, salamander, snakes. I’m getting a lot of reptiles. Maybe even fish. Any animal that could be in a tank. They just really Love staring at you. Watching you do your thing. If it’s a snake I can imagine you studying and you let this snake rom around your bed. Nice little snake I love their energy. They just love hanging with you. If I am correct these animals aren’t affectionate, most of the time like to keep with themself, (please correct me if I’m wrong) so I’m sure they do get their own time to relax, and they appreciate that. They appreciate the space you provide them, prioritizing their need for space, stretching time, exploring. For most, your pet might be angry when getting help shedding their skin, they appreciate the worries but I’m hearing, “I got this bro”. You might help them anyways incase they can’t get it off themself or help them with a soak in the water.

Pile Two-The Wisest Cositas

This pet must be a rescue, either that or someone given up this pet due to health reasons. This pet loved you instantly. The very last trust in the world was given to you. They love the care and space provided you provided. This is why they love you. Doesn’t seem like this pet is very affectionate. They may look like they don’t care. But the home provided, the house, food, and water, toys, safe area to be. Is much appreciated. I can vision a cat laying like a loaf sleeping, all alone ignoring everyone. The moment you look away he looks at you. For some people you could’ve fostered this pet, maybe the shelters were full and needed help. Or a friend is moving and needed someone to help search for a new home for their pet. This is more appropriation than loving here. This pet really appreciates the effort you put for them. Even if you think you could’ve done more.

[bethelighthalazia]

Family Vacation Teaser <3

Hey there my little lights <3

I was thinking to give you all a little teaser sneak peek of one of my WIPs. I am working on a mini series about OT8 of ATEEZ as dads.

The first one will be Wooyoung, because I had watched the episode where he, San and Seonghwa are out for a picnic with the three kids <3

if anyone wants to be tagged in this mini series, let me know under this post <3

teaser under the cut, as always!

lovely greetings, Kat <3

“Nabi! What are you doing here, my little butterfly?” Wooyoung asked when picking her up, a bright smile on his lips, looking around. “Eomma and I waited for appa! You bring all the samchons too!” She squeals with joy, already leaning towards her favorite uncle who quickly picked her out of Wooyoung´s arms. It didn't take long for Wooyoung to spot you on the porch, his gaze softening as he hurried over to you to help you up. “Careful, Jagi,” He hummed, pulling you into a gentle hug, making sure to not accidentally push too hard against your belly while doing so. “Please tell me that you didn't come here all alone with Nabi. You were careful and had someone help, right?” “Wooyoung, baby. I am pregnant, not sick.” You chuckled, cupping his cheek before placing a kiss to his lips. He couldn't hide a little laugh, but then got cut by a loud squeak coming from your daughter. Both of you were quick to turn around, already panicked, but when you see Yunho holding Nabi and twirling around with her, you let out a relieved sigh. Wooyoung however was not as relaxed at this sight.

[lgcmanager]

NOTORIETY TIERS 014

SCHEDULE TYPE: N/A RESTRICTIONS: only open to anyone who has 200 NOTORIETY and is an IDOL ( who debuted in a permanent group ), ACTOR, or MODEL.

as a reward for people’s dedication and hard work towards the rp, we have opened this for anyone who has met specific requirements. this new concept also allows for our members to plan their muses’ career outside of roleplay-sponsored events. more details about the notoriety tier can be located in THIS GUIDE created by ADMIN *! since this is a new concept for all of us, if you do have any questions pertaining to the guide, feel free to message the main!

for MAY, we listed the muses that are eligible for this opportunity and the tier they belong in:

AHN YEIN ( @lgcyein ): tier 4

BAEK SEONA ( @lgcseona ): tier 4

CHA HYOSEOP ( @lgchyoseop ): tier 3

CHOI KAI ( @lgckai ): tier 1

HAN JISOO ( @lgcjisoo ): tier 5

KIM CHERRY ( @cherrylgc ): tier 2

KIM JINSEO ( @lgcjinseo ): tier 9

KIM JINYOUNG ( @lgcjinyoung ): tier 5

KIM NAYOUNG ( @lgcnayoung ): tier 3

KWON SENA ( @lgcsena ): tier 2

LEE HYUNSOO ( @hyunsoolgc ): tier 2

LEE JIHO ( @lgcjiho ): tier 10

LEE MINJI ( @lgcxminji ): tier 4

LIM SANGHYUN ( @lgcsanghyun ): tier 9

MOON HAYOUNG ( @lgchayoung ): tier 6

PONGSAK TEE ( @lgctee ): tier 3

SEO MINSEO ( @lgcminseo ): tier 2

SHIN JIEUN ( @lgcjieun ): tier 4

SON NABI ( @lgcnabi ): tier 5

SU PARKER ( @lgcparker ): tier 4

WATANABE MIYU ( @lgcmiyu ): tier 3

YU MILAN ( @lgcmilan ): tier 3

for this cycle, most of the gigs will be scheduled for JULY-SEPTEMBER depending on the claims submitted. please keep this in mind with the details mentioned below AND when deciding on the gigs ( if you want to do one that is time-sensitive ).

GIG RESTRICTIONS

for DRAMAS, we will only be allowing TWO new dramas because these dramas will last until the end of Q3-Q4 2024 ! since 'MY LOVELY LIAR' is the only drama airing during Q3, only OSTs can be claimed from that drama. HOWEVER, the mun is expected to submit their gig posts EARLY to give the admod team enough time to review and process them.

as for SONGWRITING/MUSICAL ARRANGEMENT claims, here are a list of songs that are claimable:

bloom - twice ( b-side / crystallis )

cool with you - new jeans ( b-side / crystallis )

get up - new jeans ( b-side / crystallis; need at least 50 english as well )

hard - shinee ( title track / type zero )

Icantfeelanything - nct dream ( b-side / type zero )

mr. - cravity ( b-side / type zero )

odyssey - weeekly ( b-side / crystallis )

overwater - queendom puzzle ( b-side / crystallis )

ruby-duby-du - weeekly ( b-side / crystallis )

swan song - le sserafim ( b-side / crystallis )

for FASHION SHOWS, the ones claimable during this cycle are:  AMSTERDAM FASHION WEEK ( AUGUST 30-SEPTEMBER 2 ), NEW YORK FASHION WEEK ( SEPTEMBER 6-11 ), LONDON FASHION WEEK ( SEPTEMBER 13-17 ), and MILAN FASHION WEEK ( SEPTEMBER 17-23 ).

SOLOIST ( JIHO )

for JIHO, as the first and official soloist among the lgc muses, he will be given an opportunity to suggest 5-10 SONGS ( at least 3 songs in the list must be suited for a TITLE TRACK ) that would match JIHO's next comeback, if and when the opportunity happens. the songs must be solo or duo songs released BEFORE JUNE 1, 2022. as a disclaimer, there is a possibility that not all of the songs suggested may be chosen in the end, so it's advised to provide multiple songs as options.

completing the form in the NOTORIETY TIERS DOCUMENT ( under the LEE JIHO tab, which will be linked below ) will serve as a replacement to the NOTORIETY TIERS for this cycle. this means that if you do not want to do the MAY NOTORIETY TIERS you can submit songs instead.

to do this, please fill out the "REQUEST FORM (SONGS)" section before MAY 25, 2024 11:59PM EDT.

NT GIGS CLAIM PROCESS

for this cycle, we’ll be implementing a different way of submitting gig claims as a way to help everyone see what can be claimed.

first you will have to go to this DOCUMENT and check the “INTRODUCTION” tab to read the instructions. afterwards, you will go to your muse’s tab and fill out the “REQUEST FORM” section ( activity level, gig, other participants [ if applicable ], skill distribution, and notoriety ). the “ADMIN APPROBATION” column must be left blank and will be updated whenever one of the admins has reviewed and scheduled the gig. once you are done filling out the request form section, you will see a row that says “READY FOR ADMIN REVIEW?” and a drop down menu next to it. select “YES” when you are done. once everything has been reviewed by an admin, the drop down menu will change to “REVIEWED” and you can start writing the twitter posts for it. when we receive the twitter posts, that status will then change to "APPROVED" by the admins. you have until MAY 25, 2024 11:59PM EDT to fill out the request form.

the twitter posts form is listed below and you have until JUNE 22, 2024, 11:59PM EDT to fill out the form below and submit them to the lgcmedia blog:

MUSE NAME · MAY NOTORIETY TIERS ACTIVITY ##: ( list the name of the gig ) IMAGE: ( insert 1-4 image links that you would want us to use ) CAPTION: ( write a short caption describing the gig and any relevant information about it. the caption must be between 100-280 characters long. ) COMMENT #1: ( write a positive comment related to the gig/muse. please make sure that the comment focuses more on the muse and avoid mentioning other muses unless the gig is shared with other people. the comment must be between 100-280 characters long. please include a username associated with the comment as well. ) COMMENT #2: ( write a neutral/negative comment related to the gig/muse. please make sure that the comment focuses more on the muse and avoid mentioning other muses unless the gig is shared with other people. the comment must be between 100-280 characters long. please include a username associated with the comment as well. )

if you take more than one notoriety tier gig, please copy the section multiple times but make sure to submit all of the gigs in one submit to make it easier for us when processing them! once all of the gigs have been processed on both ends, we'll make a note on NOTORIETY TIERS DOCUMENT. you can link the document in your points sheet as reference.

OTHER EXPERIENCE

while it is optional to fill the section in the sheet, we recommend muses ( especially ones who have recently reached 200 notoriety in the past few months ) to fill that section in case you are planning on taking any gigs that may have some pre-reqs associated with it ( eg. being a temporary [ 1 month ] co-host in a music show, which would require having 75 KOREAN, 50 MCING/HOSTING and prior experience as a one-time co-host/host for a podcast, youtube show, or vlive show ). there’s no deadline with completing the section so you can do it past the deadlines if you wish.

[curreres]

(park sooyoung) [THE DREAMER]. please welcome [NABI MOON (SHE/HER)] to Huntsville, WV. they are an [25]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [TOWN]. you may see them around working as a [CARETAKER (18MO ROOM) AT SUNSHINE DAYCARE]. (+ GATHERER) poor unfortunate soul. we’ll see if they survive. 

data.

— full name: nabi moon

— alias: nana (her parents)

— age/birthday: 25 years old, july 19th 

— zodiac: cancer sun

— gender/pronouns: cis fem, she/her

— sexuality: lesbian

— occupation: caretaker (18mo room) at sunshine daycare

visuals.

— face claim: park sooyoung

— height: 5'7"

— distinguishing features: her smile is the most striking thing about her, it’s very genuine and bright. feels like sunshine incarnate. long, dark hair, dark eyes, very honest facial features. you can always tell how she’s feeling. extremely expressive. smells like honeysuckle.

personality.

— general: nabi is one of those people that you can’t help but like (for the most part). big golden retriever energy, wants to be everyone’s friend. really longs to help people and make a difference. secretly insecure, has abandonment issues as a result of her rocky relationship with her parents. very soft and genuine, wears her heart on her sleeve. has a hard time saying no.

— positive: perceptive, enthusiastic, positive, good-natured

— negative: people-pleaser, disorganized, overly optimistic, restless

biography.

— summary: nabi was born in huntsville, though she didn’t stay in town for very long. her parents fell in love quickly and though nabi wasn’t planned, they loved her all the same and fell in love with being parents. however, because they fell in love so quickly, they didn’t fully get to know one another before committing to each other; the differences between her parents started to become glaringly obvious. her father was a dreamer, and was constantly away chasing his big dreams. her mother was a realist (though he would call her a pessimist), staying around to raise nabi and eventually grew to resent nabi’s father. one day when he came back from one of his trips the two were gone. — at first nabi’s father kept in touch with her, sending her gifts for every birthday and calling whenever he could; but suddenly one day, all contact with him ceased. nabi was only 12 at the time at her mother insisted that her father had simply moved on from them. nabi never quite believed her, but it wasn’t like she could disprove her mother, and when months and then years passed without her father reaching out, she started to suspect that maybe her mother was right. — eventually nabi moved away from her mother and started dating her now girlfriend, who was her polar opposite but complimented her perfectly. she shared one day how her father stopped contacting her and nabi’s girlfriend insisted that they go find out what happened to him. and so they went on a road trip to huntsville, hoping that nabi’s father was there. their car broke down somewhere outside of town and while nabi’s girlfriend looked at the car nabi went ahead to see if the town had a mechanic; it was then that she got stuck in town. 

connections: here.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

can you please talk a bit more about Akeela? She seems like a really cool character and I want to know more.

Akeela is just about equal to Nabi with how much I love her--

Her powers manifested younger than most, when she was about three years old. Destructive abilities like pyrokinesis are heavily monitored, so her parents were immediately offered a choice:

Pay for an expensive tuition at a private boarding school for Empowered like her, or give her up to the city. They were unable to afford the cost of the school.

She signed a contract with Titanium at 10, and officially debuted as a sidekick at 13, though she was running missions long before then. Heroes don't officially become part of a team until they're 18, as the environment is viewed as too dangerous for minors. Officially, kid heroes are restricted to "safe" duties, like directing emergency services, providing casualty care, and helping out during a natural disaster. Off the record though, their workload can be about the same as an adult hero, and Akeela is no exception.

Some more Akeela fun facts:

- She (14) is taller than Sarah (25), and is very amused by this.

- She's easily among the top 100 most powerful heroes in the city.

- She has no tolerance for spicy food, but feels like she should due to her powers, and tries to eat it anyway to build up a tolerance.

- Punk rock in style, music taste, and actions (she wants to dismantle corporate brick by brick)

[i4juni]

🍼 [BABY BOTTLE] What's your OC's first memory?

🥤 [PARTY CUP] How does your OC feel about drama? Do they start any themselves?

🥀 [WILTED ROSE] How good is your OC at meeting deadlines? What motivates them?

🌶️ [HOT PEPPER] Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them?

🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

🍻 [BEER CHEERS] Is your OC typically on the louder or quieter side?

🍞 [BREAD] Does your OC have any allergies? How severe are they? Do they require equipment to help them?

🍈 [MELON] If they had to be put into a box, what box would it be and why?

🍀 [FOUR LEAF CLOVER] Would your OC spend hours looking for a four leaf clover?

💮 [WHITE FLOWER] Has your OC ever kissed someone? Who, when, and where?

🌺 [HIBISCUS] What does your OC think is the prettiest name?

🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about?

SORRY FOR SENDING IN SO MANY ! ITS JUST SO FUN <333

˚₊໒🪽꒱ 𝐲𝐮𝐲𝐮 : 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 ₊˚

🍼 [BABY BOTTLE] What's your OC's first memory?

yumi goes silent, as she thinks about the question. some seconds later she answered, “i think my first memory is one with my grandma and my brother. we were at the beach, playing in the sand. i was around three, i think? it's a core memory for me.” the girl finished, smiling fondly at the memory.

🥤 [PARTY CUP] How does your OC feel about drama? Do they start any themselves?

“i don't feel anything particular towards drama. if it doesn't involve me, all good. i will hear about it but won't spread it of course.” she paused, before correcting herself, “well, I'll obviously tell sunoo so we can create theories about it but apart from him, no one will know. and no, i won't start it because that's very messy and i have enough mess in my life as it is, so…”

🥀 [WILTED ROSE] How good is your OC at meeting deadlines? What motivates them?

“deadlines actually help me structure and organize my work and uni projects so i actually am good meeting them. i struggle with them a bit, but i do meet them. my main motivation is getting that degree and make my dreams a reality. it's all about the goals.”

🌶️ [HOT PEPPER] Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them?

“oh my God, I hate gaston from beauty and the beast. i know I'll never meet him but that man gets on my nerves.”

🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

“talking about my mom. it's a…rocky relationship, to say the least.” yumi's eyes began to fill with tears, the sour memories coming back to her mind at full force, “next question, please.”

🍻 [BEER CHEERS] Is your OC typically on the louder or quieter side?

answered here !

🍞 [BREAD] Does your OC have any allergies? How severe are they? Do they require equipment to help them?

“yes, i do. i have eczema, it's not severe though. it tends to flare up when the climate gets crazy or when my period is near and when I'm on my period.” yumi then added, “i also suffer from sinusitis and allergies like that. apart from antihistamines i don't really need equipment to help me.”

🍈 [MELON] If they had to be put into a box, what box would it be and why?

“i think golden retriever type of person. i just think i fit the vibe of a golden retriever! and they're super cute, who wouldn't want to be associated with them.”

🍀 [FOUR LEAF CLOVER] Would your OC spend hours looking for a four leaf clover?

“hm, not really. maybe half an hour, but not hours on end.”

💮 [WHITE FLOWER] Has your OC ever kissed someone? Who, when, and where?

yumi flashed a cheeky smile, letting out a string of giggles before answering, “i'm not the kind to kiss and tell, but-” she raised her right index finger, “-to answer the question..yes, i've kissed some neo boys. that's all I'll be saying!”

🌺 [HIBISCUS] What does your OC think is the prettiest name?

“if it's a non-korean name, then it has to be lorelei. I'm naming my daughter that. if it's s korean name nabi or noeul.”

🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about?

the girl hummed, thinking about the answer, “i don't really know for this one. I'll get back to you on this some time in the future.”