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im not sure how to parse this exactly (probably since the thought hasn't marianted fully yet) but i wonder if the tone of veilguard's writing is less about appealing to a younger audience and more of a response to falling media literacy rates

kind of thinking out loud here but like.

i'm recalling the girl on booktok who proudly annouced that she only reads the spoken dialogue in her books, not the narration & the people in her comments laughing and agreeing (no wonder they can 'read' so many books per year, they're only reading 25% of the words). or 'starting to think some of you don't like media or characters, just fanfiction tropes.' you can hand someone like that a complex narrative, but what are they going to do with it aside from completely & happily misunderstand things that are very obvious context clues & themes? we can joke about the fandom mischaracterizing our blorbos & trying to be cool about just scrolling past but idk, personally i feel like i've seen an uptick in completely off-base takes in the last few years (probably some fandom bias there but this isn't my first time playing dragon age or narrative driven games in general so i don't think i'm entirely wrong)

it doesn't help that this group also loves to be loud online & the bioware devs (to their ongoing detriment) seem to be unable to distance themselves from fandom. we saw larian's response to this type of outcry, i wonder if bioware is just trying to get ahead of the curve. they make some questionable decisions, but they aren't stupid & i don't think people like that are especially hard to market to from their standpoint.

i don't think that older titles like dao are perfect or anything but i sincerely doubt that large swaths of current audiences would 'get' it. like, there IS a lot of narrative hand-holding in this game & i'm not talking about things like the map markers or accessibility features. 'do the companion quests!' you get told multiple times, more or less outright, & i'm still seeing people confused about getting 'bad' endings despite ignoring this incredibly obvious series of hints. there's a fair amount of information to be found in the codexes, but are people going to read them? we don't know, so we're going to repeat the relevant item name several times over on the off chance you might end up remembering it. like yes this is some people's first foray into rpgs, but you would think that progressing the story would be intuitive (especially given the structure & the journal itself).

the 'the curtains were blue!!!' crowd is unfortunately a very large audience these days, ea is a corporation who wants to make money & they do need that if they intend to keep making games. it might not even be intentional, it truly could just be the result of following market trends.

don't take this as me making excuses for bioware or anything, but there's definitely some sort of reason we ended up the way we did. i see the scaffolding of something interesting here with a lot of potential to be better than what the final product was, a lot of hooks we could have spent more time chasing & that leads to me wondering just what the hell happened.

[torchickentacos]

Ah, yes, Nelly Furtado's hit song Anteater. In completely unrelated news, several people have told me that I might be slightly dyslexic.

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Understanding the NDA Exam

Preparing for the National Defence Academy (NDA) exam is an exciting yet challenging journey. The Union Public Service Commission (UPSC) conducts the NDA exam and serves as a gateway to join the prestigious Indian Armed Forces. It’s not just about passing an exam; it’s about nurturing a sense of discipline, building leadership skills, and embarking on a noble career.

Key NDA Preparation Strategies

A structured preparation strategy is essential to excel in the NDA exam. Here are some effective strategies that can set up aspiring candidates for success:

1. Create a Study Schedule

A well-planned study schedule is your roadmap to success. With the extensive syllabus, dividing your study time efficiently can help you stay organized. Here’s how you can develop a study schedule:

Daily and Weekly Goals: Set daily and weekly objectives based on the subjects covered. This approach will help you track your progress and stay motivated.

Balanced Approach: Allocate time for each subject—Mathematics, General Ability Test, and English. This balance allows you to strengthen all aspects of the exam.

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2. Focus on the Syllabus

Knowing the syllabus inside out is crucial. The NDA exam covers a variety of topics, and paying close attention to these topics will enhance your preparation.

Analyze Previous Papers: Reviewing past exam papers can give you insight into recurring topics and types of questions asked.

Prioritize Weak Areas: Identify your weak subjects and dedicate more time to improving them.

3. Practice Regularly

Practice is the cornerstone of effective preparation. Regularly solving practice papers not only familiarizes you with the exam format but also builds your confidence.

Online Mock Tests: Use online platforms to take mock tests. This simulates the exam environment and helps manage time during the real test.

Time Management: Practicing under timed conditions can improve your time management skills, ensuring you complete the exam within the time limit.

4. Revise and Revise Again

Revision is where the magic happens. It reinforces your learning and helps you retain information better.

Revisit Key Concepts: Make summary notes of formulas, definitions, and important facts. Revisiting these before the exam can jog your memory.

Group Study: Studying with peers can provide new perspectives on challenging topics and make for an engaging learning environment.

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5. Stay Healthy and Balanced

While academics are important, maintaining your physical and mental health is equally vital.

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Mindfulness and Relaxation: Practicing relaxation techniques, like meditation or deep breathing, can help alleviate stress and promote focus.

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As per its official exam calendar, the Union Public Service Commission (UPSC) will conduct the NDA 2 2024 written exam on 1st September 2024. The NDA exam provides a golden opportunity for young defence aspirants to join the Indian Armed Forces for officer-cadre roles. There are two papers in the NDA written exam; Mathematics and General Ability Test (GAT). English is an important part of the GAT paper in the NDA written exam. This comprehensive blog will discuss the most asked English topics for the NDA 2 2024 written exam. Read on to learn more about the most expected questions based on the latest trends in the NDA exam.

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English NDA Exam Paper I 2018 Analysis | Anmol Sir | MAA Tutorial #ndaexam

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NDA: The moment happens when Rafe comes to see Sarah at the Pogues’ shop, but instead, he finds Kiara there. (ep:5 S4) English is not my native language!!

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"Rafe, if someone-" you started, but Rafe quickly silenced you by pulling off your panties. He growled, locking eyes with you.

"Listen to me, Y/N. Did you really think you could walk around in a miniskirt without there being consequences? Are you stupid?"

You shot him a glare. "Hurry up." Rafe smirked.

My god. This is so wrong.

Rafe had a girlfriend who loved him, yet here he was, with you bent over the counter of your older brother's small shop.

At first, you and Rafe saw each other as nothing more than casual hookups. You wanted to annoy your brother and his friends, and he just needed an escape from the pressure of taking over the Cameron family legacy.

Unfortunately for you, Rafe developed a serious thing for you.

You never thought that, in the middle of the day, he’d decide to visit his sister at her shop—and walk in to find you, wearing a miniskirt, tidying up the store.

Rafe enters you gently, he moans, and you arch your back slightly. Your nails dig into the marble of the counter. "Move"

He begins to move, his erection stretching you. You hold back every moan that threatens to escape, and you lower your head.

Rafe establishes a regular rhythm, his hips slamming against your ass with each deep thrust, deeper than the last.

You feel your insides lifting with each penetration, and you hold your breath again, your lips slightly parted.

Your eyes roll back, Rafe looks at your arched back, you're so easy to have. He slows his thrusts, no longer moving to stimulate your pleasure. You look over your shoulder and shoot him a cold glance. "I was enjoying myself."

Despite the icy glare, a smirk plays at the corners of Rafe's mouth. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers: "For someone who didn't want this at first, you're acting like a cheap whore." He resumes his thrusts with renewed vigor, each one harder and more brutal against your defenseless little pussy.

Your breath hitches as Rafe's cruel pace, his thick member slamming into you without mercy. You let out a cry of pain and pleasure, your body tensing as he hits a particular deep spot. "Rafe!"

Your moans sound like those of a porn actress, but this time, you're not simulating. Each cry is raw, genuine, torn from your throat as Rafe pounds into you relentlessly. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room.

A few boats pass by but don't stop, all eyeing the sordid little scene with disapproval and distaste. They quickly avert their gazes, unwilling to witness the brutal coupling unfolding on the shop.

You throw your head back against his shoulder, the position uncomfortable but the pleasure too intense. "I'm... I'm going to come!" you gasp, your voice strained with need.

Rafe's hand wraps around your throat, tilting your head to the side to expose your neck. He sinks his teeth into your flesh as he continues to thrust into you, the double sensation sending you over the edge.

Your inner walls begin to spasm, gripping Rafe's hardness tightly. Your eyes fly wide open, and you try to push away from him, but his iron grip holds you in place. Your legs turn to jelly, and you'd swear that no man could ever make you feel so helpless, so thoroughly owned.

Rafe's teeth remain buried in your neck as he feels your pussy clench around him rhythmically. He groans against your skin, the vibrations adding to your intense sensations. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his own release hitting him hard.

After a few seconds of nothing but ragged breathing, Rafe pulls out and pulls up his shorts. "Tell Sarah I'm looking for her. And take a damn pill, I don't want to end up with the kid of a pogue under my arm."

"I love you too, you jerk." You mutter, rolling your eyes. Despite the harsh words, there's a tenderness in your voice that belies your true feelings.

Rafe nods curtly, his expression unreadable. With one last lingering glance over his shoulder, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone on the shop.

MY REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

[croquis-el]

Self-addressing of minor male characters in Ace Attorney (Gyakuten Saiban) / Personal pronouns

We've talked about the main male and female characters, but we shouldn't forget about the minor male characters who accompany us throughout at least each part of the Ace Attorney (GKS) series

The first man who accompanies us throughout the first trilogy is Itonokogiri Keisuke (Richard/Dick Gumshoe)

And here's an interesting point. His pronoun is "jibun" (自分)

自分は、刑事課の イトノコギリという者ッス。

Jibun wa, keiji ka no Itonokogiri to iu mono ~tssu.

I'm from the Criminal Affairs Division. My name is Itonokogiri.

This is a rather rarely used pronoun; it literally translates as "self", although it has the meaning "I/me".

Jibun is used by about only 14% of men and 1% of women. This fact makes the pronoun gender-neutral, but predominantly masculine.

Compared to other first-person pronouns, the nuance of 自分 is introspective, and it's often associated with the military or athletic community, which have strong hierarchies. This suits Itonoko's personality very well, considering that he is a subordinate of the prosecutor and rarely thinks for himself.

Also, "jibun" can be an indicator of the Kansai dialect (Osaka), where it is used to denote both the first and second person. But, since Itonoko's speech was not noted to have any dialect (there are other features), and he was born and raised in the same city (and the city is from the Kanto region), this option is out of the question.

Interestingly, even after Itonoko realized that detectives should do their own investigations rather than rely on directions from prosecutors, and began making decisions on his own, his self-address did not change. Probably a matter of habit.

自分は、何をしたらいいッスか････

Jibun wa, nani o shitara Ī ~tsuu ka...

What should I do...

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Next is our dear friend's father, Mitsurugi Shin (Gregory Edgeworth)

His speech is very formal (like his son's), and he uses the formal personal pronoun "watashi" written in kanji.

私は弁護士の御剣信と申します。

Watashi wa bengoshi no Mitsurugi Shin to mōshi masu.

My name is Shin Mitsurugi, a lawyer.

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Let's not forget about Mitsurugi assistant - Shigaraki Tateyuki (Eddie Fender, almost wrote Raymond Shields)

Most of his dialogues take place with Mitsurugi and young Yatagarasu, and he stubbornly continues to call himself "uncle". (オジサン - ojisan)

オジサン、アトでここの館長に 文句言っとくから。寒すぎだって。

Ojisan, ato de koko no kanchō ni monku I~tsu toku kara. Samu sugi datte .

Uncle going to complain to the director of this place later. It's too cold.

It was not easy to catch his personal self-addressing with other people, but not impossible.

In dialogues with others, Shigaraki-san uses the polite male pronoun "boku" (like Naruhodō/Wright)

ぼく、その････! がんばって助けますからッ!

Boku, sono! Ganbatte tasuke masu kara ~Tsu !

I, well...! I'll do my best to help you!

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Let's not forget about our permanent presiding judge (here is someone who, with rare exceptions, is always with us)

ええ!わ、私がですか?

ē! Wa, watashi gadesu ka?

What? Me?

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The new generation is first represented by rock star and hard-working prosecutor - Garyu Kyoya (Klavier Gavin)

Despite his prominent image as a musician and rock star, Kyouya uses the polite masculine pronoun "boku" (the same one used by Naruhodō/Wright).

ぼくも楽しみにしているんだ。

boku mo tanoshimini shite iru nda.

I'm looking forward to it too.

His speech is generally polite, and in the original he uses various English phrases in his speech, written either in Latin or Katakana. These phrases, by the way, are often used at concerts of musical groups whose first language is not English. (In the localization, as you know, German was used as a substitute).

オーケイ、ベイビー!

ōkei, beibī!

Okay, baby!

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Mr. Garyu Kirihito (Kristoph Gavin) uses the personal pronoun "watashi", which is written in kanji, indicating formal speech and an adult character.

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The second prosecutor from the new generation is a master of psychological manipulation, Yugami Jin (Simon Blackquill)

To be honest, his image as a samurai somewhat clouded my eyes, and I expected some self-addresses inherent in this category (for example, "yo")

But no, Yugami-kun uses the crude male pronoun "ore" (like Odoroki/Apollo)

それと、俺は検事ってェ立場上、 おめえさんに手は貸さねェからな。

soreto, ore wa kenji tte ~e tachiba-jō, o-me e-san ni te wa kasa nēkara na.

Also, because I'm a prosecutor, I won't help you.

We don't know when he started using this designation (there are no monologues from him before his arrest), but judging by his characterization from other characters, he behaved very noble and politely, so perhaps he could change the personal pronoun to a more rude one to maintain the image of a "cruel criminal".

His manner of speech is, in principle, extremely interesting, and, I think, worthy of a separate post. In short - he speaks in a dialect + uses obsolete words + he has a special way of addressing other characters

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The third prosecutor from the new generation, who is also a monk from the kingdom of Khurain - Sahdmadhi Nahyuta (his name was not localized, thank you)

But this young man has an extremely interesting way of addressing himself.

"Sesso" (拙僧) literally means "inept monk".

This is a VERY modest form of address that was used by Buddhist monks.

拙僧がこの事件の担当に ふさわしくないと････?

sessō ga kono jiken no tantō ni fusawashikunai to?

Are you saying I'm not fit to take charge of this case...?

But, this is very different from his speech. Canonically, he is a foreigner, so he does not know all the features of the language in which the hearings are held. Therefore, Nahyuta uses, either unknowingly or intentionally, quite rude vocabulary and manner of speech (at the first hearing with him as a prosecutor, the judge, Odoroki and Kizuki were shocked). Even a native speaker, whose walkthrough I watched, was surprised and commented on this moment.

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Well, that's probably it for now on the topic of personal pronouns, but if you're interested in someone specific that I haven't mentioned, give me a sign.

[saintescuderia]

pancakes (pt. 4)

AKA - the story of how the naive australian rookie befriended the gym junkie F1 hospitality worker with the shoe collection - and inadvertently broke the grid's most treasured and unspoken rule: you don't go for y/n.

series masterlist here :) // the pancakes recipe here :)

A/N: apologies if this isn't 100%. i wrote this in between travelling to japan to attend suzuka. and then i got sick and couldn't even go lol.

P4 - L-sits and pull-ups

Charles Leclerc was known for being a nice guy. 

All the boys knew it. Lando experienced it when he saw how Charles was genuine with service staff whenever they went somewhere. Alex had experienced it in how Charles treated his family, leaving the F1 boys to spend time with Arthur whenever F2 joined the schedule - or when his mother visited the Paddock. Whereas George had just done a quick FaceTime to his mother on Mother’s Day, Charles had sent Pascale Leclerc a luxury basket with a surprise yacht trip and a massage.

“She was having a bad week.” The Monegasque reasoned when the boys found out.

Pierre’s PS5 was a result of Charles’ kindness; sourcing it for his upset friend who had missed the drop. Max's apartment was a result of Charles' kindness; helping him look for places in his home city for the Dutchman looking to buy property in the foreign Monaco. Max owed Charles a lot.

If not for his apartment, then for his F1 seat.

Mercedes were taking too long. Charles knew someone at Red Bull's junior team who could help him score an interview with Helmut Marko. And when you told Charles to stop being so nice to Max after all the drama that happened in F2, he shrugged and said it was the nice thing to do.

So you, a Torro Rosso trainer, helped Max Verstappen with an interview.

Because Charles was kind and he asked you.

And there was nothing you wouldn't do for Charles Leclerc.

Charles’ circles especially were all aware of you before he even joined the grid. It was just that sort of thing. Everyone knows everyone in motorsports. All those boys had seen you hanging around him at the karting races. Were it not for the stark difference in appearance, some might’ve thought you were family. Some did. Because for the longest time, that’s what you and Charles were. Family.  

You were always there for him. You celebrated him when he won. You supported him when he didn’t. You were always the first person he went to when he finished his race. Not his parents, not Jules, not anyone - you. 

He would come to you and you would quickly repeat some key English phrases for the interviewers who would surely come for him. You would pat him on the back and offer a warm smile - no matter the result - and offer some feedback based on what you saw. Performance was your speciality after all.

Then, after everything, you guys would finish with a homemade plate of your pancakes. No matter what. That’s how it went and how it would always go. 

Until 2018.

That had been a shit fucking show of a year. The rookie trio had been super confused when they finally arrived at F1 and saw you dressed as Hospitality. Charles gave no answer to Lando, Alex or George, no explanation to why he barely acknowledged you. It had been Pierre, the one who had been there through it all, who had quietly explained to them what had happened.

For a while, Alex had a hard time talking to Max when he found out. 

Charles hadn’t been surprised that the grid had found out. Nothing ever stayed a secret in this fucking place. NDAs were a joke. The whole agreement between him and Charlotte had been unearthed by some lower ranking Ferrari employee who didn’t know how to keep shut. Then again, Charles had expected it to come out eventually. Half the drivers were dating for PR anyway. 

Ferrari were already on his case about finding a new replacement, a pretty girlfriend for him to post boyfriend material pictures with so it can ‘increase his numbers’ with the female fanbase. Since Drive To Survive had done well to popularise the sport with a whole new demographic of F1 fans, teams were trying to capitalise on this as much as possible. Charles quietly suspected that this was part of the reason why Ferrari approached Carlos.

That and they probably wanted to get rid of Seb as quickly as possible after he found out what happened between to you and raged.

Though, Charles could understand Seb’s stance on it. He himself was conflicted about it, half the time unsure if he had made the right call to listen to Mattia. He had just been hurt and upset and his father had just passed away and the press had been vicious and Charles was just desperate to fulfil his dream of getting the coveted seat. 

Well, your joint dream. 

It had been the dream of the both of you. It was why you worked just as hard as he did. You had taught him English. He had taught you Italian. He networked and raced. You built cars and trained. He had helped you get a job in Torro Rosso. You had helped him get a seat in Alfa Romeo. 

Which, of course, led to him getting a spot in Scuderia Ferrari. 

Except by the time he was putting on the red, you two were no longer speaking to one another. Or, he was no longer speaking to you and you finally accepted he had cut you off. Gone were the days where he was searching the crowds for your face, rushing to you after the race finished.

Five years ago, he stopped eating pancakes. 

He knew you still made them, of course. And not because pancakes had been your everyday breakfast since you both turned fourteen and you started weightlifting and tracking your macros. He knew because he had seen some Alpine reserve driver eating them. 

His name was Oscar Jack Piastri. F2 Champion who also won F3 and the Renault Cup. He had more trophies than anyone else his age. For a moment, Charles thought it was because you back training drivers and were working with him.

Arthur later refuted this when Charles was grilling him that no, you weren't training Oscar Piastri. You actually hadn’t had much interaction with him when you would come down to F2. 

“Does this mean you’re talking to Y/N again?” Arthur had asked, assuming that’s why Charles was asking about you. “Can we be friends with her again?”

“No.” 

“You know maman still doesn’t believe what happened.”

Charles was known for being a nice guy, but he hung up on his brother. Charles really was one of the kinder drivers, but when Alex told them about the tweet, he had scoffed and sneered. When Oscar Piastri himself arrived in orange and held his hand out to greet the nice Monacoan driver, Charles glared and kept his arms crossed. Fuck this. He was not going to shake Oscar Piastri’s fucking hand. 

Even though, deep down, Charles knew there was no need for this. Arthur had confirmed that Oscar really was just a really talented driver - Y/N hadn’t trained him. This was no Max Verstappen situation.

Moreover, it wasn’t like Charles was in Daniel Ricciardo’s position.

If it weren't for the million cameras recording the first meeting of the two Australian drivers, Charles could only imagine Daniel's reaction to the rookie. It was one thing that Oscar essentially took Ricciardo's seat.

The other was that everyone had seen him with you.

Admittedly, Daniel had a reason to not want to shake Oscar’s hand, Charles could reason. Even if he still thought Ricciardo was an espèce de putain merde for what he did to you. 

Still, Charles couldn’t explain it. He wouldn’t explain it. He didn’t need to. The grid had so far understood it perfectly fine; you don’t go near Y/N. When Logan had joined the grid, Alex had the good sense to quietly fill him in on what had happened.

Why the fuck couldn’t Lando do the same?

Which brings us to right now: Bahrain 2023. A control unit failure meant a DNF for his first race of the season. When is this bad luck going to end? Charles retired his car, managing to make it past the McLaren garage on his way to the Ferrari red at the end of the Pit Lane.

It was just as well that his car was slowing to a stall. It meant that he managed to catch a glimpse of the McLaren garage - and the naive Australian rookie stood with a plate in his hands, very clearly eating some pancakes. 

Charles almost drove into a mechanic. 

It was 3am. $uicideboy$ was playing through your headphones. You weren’t wearing any shoes. 

This could only mean one thing: you were doing calisthenics. 

Your arms were shaking slighting as you bent your elbows and tucked your legs in before straightening them. Your grip on the parallette bars was slipping but you engaged your core tighter, hoping to keep balanced as you straightened out your legs and held the L-sit position. 

Oscar had DNF’ed on lap 13. The media was already going wild with questions about his decision to ditch Alpine for McLaren and whether or not this was just karma. McLaren looked horrible. Even his teammate had finished 17th. No matter your feelings on the young Brit, even you had to admit Lando Norris was a decent driver. 

During the course of pre-season preparations, wind had carried the gossip that Zak Brown had revealed the car to the team earlier this year with a sub-par level of enthusiasm. Whilst it wasn’t uncommon for cars to arrive at Sakhir with plans for future upgrades… you hadn’t thought it would be this bad. For McLaren. At this rate, the MCL60 was looking like a back of the field car. 

What’s more the team was struggling. One only needed to look at their qualifying session to see how bad it had been. Engineers giving mixed reports. Oscar’s radio not working and getting out in Q1. Lando getting mixed tyres and getting out in Q2. A whole ass clusterfuck, in your opinion.

And Daniel had been there, smiling smug whenever the camera decided to pan to the Red Bull garage.

The song changed in your headphones. Your arm strained. You dropped, fell forward. Cue the stream of expletives that would’ve made even Guenther blush.

You knew that going to the gym after the race had finished up - a night race that - was going to mess up your sleep schedule. However, you were too wired after everything to go to sleep. You needed the dopamine rush. There was too much going on for you to process any other way.

Because, firstly, you needed to get rid of the image of Daniel’s smug smirk that was currently etched into your brain.

You had skipped your post-dinner protein shake and had your coffees black today. You had started your session with a series of HIIT sprints on the treadmill before you did as many pull ups as your body would allow. It had been quite some time since you had done calisthenics training so religiously but you were already internally creating a new program for yourself. 

That is, you were already mentally preparing for the cut you had decided to undertake the moment Daniel Ricciardo had walked into the gym after finding out he'd lost his seat. And blame you for it.

You pushed yourself up off the ground and came to your parallette bars again. You grabbed each one and then lifted yourself up again. You closed your eyes and willed your brain to focus purely on the lactic acid running through your body. 

Because, secondly, you were stressing more than you should about Charles’ DNF.

You had watched the testing sessions carefully. You always did. Always keeping an eye out on the red car with the black T cam. Charles hadn’t done too bad but, obviously, it was hard to give a genuine judge. Everyone always sandbagged.

For example, Red Bull didn’t look as strong in testing, but then came out on race day and finished as they did. You could be happy for Max, especially since Jos was in attendance and knew just what that meant… but you also knew how it would look for Ferrari that Carlos had finished fourth and Charles hadn’t even finished the race. 

The car did look strong through. That was evident by how Ferrari had done in qualifying. Charles had out qualified Carlos, a narrow Ferrari 3-4 behind a Red Bull 1-2. However, your former childhood best friend had a bad luck streak unlike anything you had ever witnessed. 

And even though the word ‘former’ was in the equation, you never liked seeing Charles like this. Even if he was likely the reason no one in the grid spoke to you anymore.

Well, until now.

Because, thirdly, Oscar Piastri threw a spanner in the works.

You knew how it was going to look. You knew. It was one thing for you to interact this closely with a driver. It was another thing entirely for you to unofficially train him. However, as Zak Brown had found out, there was no way you could be allowed to join McLaren as a performance trainer for Oscar.

When the young driver had filled you in about his meetings with Zak Brown and his particular stipulation, you called him an idiot and told him to sign. When Oscar filled you in about his new plan to be able to work alongside you through all the loopholes his father's lawyer found, you called him an idiot and told him it wasn't worth it.

"I beg to differ. If you don't want to, that's fine. But not because of whatever drama happened."

He knew the drama. It was impossible that a team principle had looked into having you as his driver 's trainer and not found out what had happened. It was also impossible that Oscar Piastri, former Prema driver - as in, former Arthur Leclerc teammate - and current teammate to loose tongue Lando, didn't know about you and Charles.

You had honestly just waited for the moment he would bring it up. He never did.

Because Oscar, you were coming to learn, was far more level-headed and mature than most the drivers on this grid. And he was so young. You didn't want to see anyone fuck that up. You really, really didn't.

Still, you said no.

Then a week later you saw that fucking tractor make him DNF.

You leaned forward and brought yourself down into a handstand, counting to ten before bending your elbows and lowering yourself slowly. You lifted yourself up and then tucked your legs once more. Your whole body was shaking more and more know but and you fought to breathe through it. You finally lowered yourself and let out a deep huff. Whilst you weren't pleased with how out of practice you were, you were a little pleased that you finally managed to lower yourself - instead of falling down.

You looked ahead at the mirrors and then saw a familiar face of the driver walking into the gym. Oscar dropped his gym bag near yours and went straight to the treadmill to warm up. You kept your eyes on him as you held yourself up on the parallettes and watched the young driver fiddle with his phone and earphones before starting a light jog.

You took a moment before you pulled yourself up and went over to him. Oscar met your eyes as he continued to jog. He pulled down earphone but you said nothing as you pressed the button to increase the speed. Oscar raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"45 seconds on. 15 seconds off. 20 repetitions." You said. Oscar nodded and put his earphone back in. You shook your head. He frowned and pulled them down.

"You don't drive with music so don't play anything." You said. "Feeling something in your ear needs to become second nature."

He nodded and you went to his phone and pressed pause. Then you made a voice when you noticed that Ed Sheeran was playing.

"Don't judge me." Oscar said.

"I am. You're working out to fucking Ed Sheeran." You responded with a scrunched nose. Oscar shook his head, smiling slightly, but said nothing else. In the silence, you observed his form and counted his breaths. You noticed slight irregularity with his inhale and exhales and immediately pulled him up on it.

And so you spent the rest of the night training Oscar Piastri.

By the time you both finished, and he gave you a tired and sweaty high five, the clock read five thirteen in the morning.

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[meazalykov]

wrong number

bayern munich frauen x lena oberdorf x reader

1/6, 2/6, 3/6, 4/6, 5/6, 6/6

summary: the media discovers your role in the girl's lives

it’s hard to believe that almost a year has passed since that accidental text message dropped you into the middle of bayern's world. 

from feeling like an outsider in a new city to becoming close friends—and even more—with some of the best footballers in europe, your life has taken an unexpected but wonderful turn. 

your relationship with lena has only grown stronger, and while you still value having your own space and hobbies—like ceramics and ballet—you’re undeniably part of their circle now.

the champions league semifinals against chelsea are just days away, and the energy surrounding the team is electric. everyone is moving around with excitement, and you can’t help but feel proud of your friends.

the girls have worked so hard to get to this point, and even though lena’s not quite ready to return to the pitch due to her acl recovery, she’s made huge strides. you’ve been by her side every step of the way, supporting her through the tough days of rehab and celebrating her small victories. 

"soon, you’ll be back on that field, scoring goals," you tell her one afternoon as you watch her go through her stretching routine at the rehab center. it’s become a familiar scene for you—the gym, the quiet focus on recovery—but it’s one you’ve grown to love because it shows lena’s resilience.

lena glances up at you, her blue eyes twinkling with determination. 

"you think i’ll be as good as before?"

you smile softly. you weren’t with her, or even known of her, the last time she was on the pitch. the acl injury against austria is something you’ve known about already, but you can’t wait for the day that you can support your girlfriend on the pitch again. 

you stepped closer to obi and brushed a stray hair from her face. 

"i know you will be. you’re already stronger than you think."

there’s something incredibly comforting about your bond with lena. despite the chaos of the football world, your relationship has a balance—a rhythm that works. you still do your own thing, keeping up with your ceramics, which has become more than just a hobby, and ballet lessons have added a peaceful contrast to the intensity of being around professional athletes. 

you also love being a part of their world, even if you aren’t on the pitch with them. 

everyone around bayern has gotten used to seeing you around. you’re practically family at this point. from staff to coaches, everyone knows your face, and after signing an nda to ensure you wouldn’t share any of the club’s internal secrets (not that you ever would), the level of trust between you and the team solidified. it felt good, knowing they trusted you that much, and it only deepened the bond you had with them.

the past few months have been about more than just your relationship with lena. you’ve grown closer to all the girls. 

when georgia’s birthday rolled around, you decided to plan something special for her—an intimate get-together at your apartment. you invited most of the team, along with a few of georgia’s friends from the tattoo shop she worked at on the side.

the day of the party, your apartment is filled with laughter, music, and the warm smell of food. sydney had helped you set everything up, while lena hung up decorations, joking about how much she loved bossing you around in your own space. 

it’s a cozy, intimate setup—exactly what you knew georgia would appreciate. when she walks in, the look on her face is priceless.

"surprise!" everyone yells, and georgia freezes in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock.

you told her to come to your apartment because you needed help setting up a new furniture piece you’ve gotten, so this is a shock to the english woman. 

"what the—" she breathes, her gaze darting around the room. 

"you guys! no fucking way!” georgia looks at you with a bright smile.

you step forward with a grin, handing her a drink. 

"happy birthday, georgia. thought we’d do something a little special."

georgia pulls you into a hug, squeezing tight.

 "i can’t believe you did this. you’re the best, y/n. seriously, this is amazing."

the night is full of laughter and inside jokes, with the girls teasing georgia and telling embrassing stories about their games and practices. it feels like family, and watching georgia’s genuine happiness makes all the planning worth it. 

every now and then, lena leans over, brushing her hand against your arm or whispering something teasing in your ear, her closeness reminding you of how far you’ve come with everyone. 

a few weeks later, though, things take a turn. sydney, who had been eagerly preparing for the champions league semifinal, gets injured during training. it’s a devastating blow, and she’s crushed. 

you can see it in her eyes the day she shows up at your apartment, clearly needing a distraction.

"i just… i can’t sit at home and think about it," she admits, flopping onto your couch with a heavy sigh. 

everyone else was at practice, which gave sydney major fomo. 

"i was so ready for the game in london. and now…"

you sit beside her, your hand resting gently on her shoulder. 

"i know how much this meant to you, syd. it’s okay to be upset about it– here."

you open your arms for a hug. she lets out a frustrated laugh when she sinks her body into your arms, staring at the ceiling. 

"i just feel like i’ve let everyone down. i worked so hard, and now it feels like it was for nothing. this isn’t the first injury, ya know? with my hip and everything, i feel like i’ve been sitting out a alot. i know its my ankle this time but it feels like it is always something!"

"syd," you say softly. 

"you haven’t let anyone down. you’ve given everything to this team, and everyone knows how much you contribute—even if you’re not on the pitch for this match. you’re still part of the team. they all love you, bayern loves you."

she stays quiet for a moment before glancing up at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

"thanks. i guess i needed to hear that."

"anytime," you reply, squeezing her shoulder gently. 

"how about we get out of here for a bit? lunch on me."

sydney grins, some of her usual spark returning. "you know just how to cheer me up. let’s go."

you take her to a small pizza place by the mountains, and by the time you’re halfway through your meal, sydney’s laughing again, her spirits noticeably lifted. 

it feels good to be able to help her through this, even if it’s just with a bit of company and conversation.

then there’s lea, who has become like a sister to you in so many ways. when she asks if you’d like to accompany her to austria for an event her girlfriend is hosting, you don’t hesitate to say yes. 

the event is on the fancier side, but you’re just glad that lea wanted your company.

after a long conversation about lea’s olympic journey last year, the topic turned to being about lena. 

"you know," lea says softly as you both stand at the edge of the event, people-watching as you finish the cheesecake dessert her girlfriend provided the guests, 

"you’re the perfect match for lena. i see the way she looks at you. it’s like you ground her, keep her steady. trust me, its nice. she can be a bit hyper–"

you smile, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. 

"really?"

"definitely," lea says, her tone sincere. 

"you’re good for her. and she’s good for you too. you both balance each other out. she brings out your silly side and you help her stay calm. all of the girls notice it, we love you both– even if lena came from the rival team a year ago."

it means a lot, hearing that from lea. she’s been around lena longer than you have. you know about their close bond and have never been threatened by it. they’ve been close since their time at essen and you’re happy lena has people around her. 

knowing that lea thinks you’re good for her best friend fills you with a sense of pride and happiness.

life in munich has been better than you ever could’ve imagined. you’ve found not only love with lena but a solid group of friends who’ve become family. but it’s not all as private as you’d like. 

the media has started to catch on, especially the woso fan pages. it started with small things—pictures of you sitting beside kathi and lena at bayern games, or with the girls at various events—but soon, the fan pages began to speculate more.

some thought you worked at bayern, especially given how often you were spotted with the team. others guessed correctly that you were dating one of the players. for a while, some fans even thought you were with sydney, but that rumor died out when they realized sydney and sam were more likely involved.

you and lena hadn’t been hiding your relationship, but you also weren’t broadcasting it. you wanted to keep your private life as quiet as possible, but eventually, both of you decided it was time to go public. 

it started with a simple photo dump from the both of you on instagram.

the reaction was immediate. comments flooded in from fans and friends alike, most of them supportive, excited, and a little bit nosy. they didn’t know the whole story—how your relationship began with a wrong number—but they didn’t need to. 

(yk the drill, pretend its you in the first picture instead)

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all they knew was that you and lena were together, and most of them were happy for you.

as you sit on the couch that evening, scrolling through the comments, lena leans against you, her head resting on your shoulder.

"so, i guess the secret’s out," you murmur, smiling as you read through the flood of messages.

"about time," lena replies, her voice soft with amusement. 

"i think everyone kind of knew anyway."

you chuckle, setting your phone down and wrapping your arm around her. 

"yeah, probably. but i’m glad we did it on our terms."

lena’s hand finds yours in your lap, her fingers lacing through yours as she gives you a gentle squeeze. 

"i love you, you know that?"

"i love you too," you reply, feeling warmth spread through your chest. 

you smile, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

"you’re stuck with me now."

"good," lena murmurs, settling back into your embrace.

it had been months of watching lena work her way back from her acl injury—long, hard months where she pushed herself harder than anyone you’d ever seen. her determination was awe-inspiring, and you’d been there for every part of it, from the tough days at the rehab center to the small victories along the way. 

now, today, everything was different.

you’d just picked up your german driver’s license and drove to the bayern training campus to pick her up, feeling a little extra proud of yourself for finally navigating through all the paperwork and classes to get it done. 

you didn’t realize that today, lena had something even bigger to share.

when she climbs into the car, there’s something different about her—a quiet excitement simmering under her usual calm demeanor. 

as you pull out of the parking lot, you glance at her and notice the way she’s grinning to herself, like she’s holding back a big secret.

"what’s going on with you?" you ask, half-joking, but there’s something in her smile that makes you press for more. 

"you look… different."

lena turns to you, her eyes sparkling, and says, 

"i got cleared."

you blink, your brain taking a second to catch up. 

"cleared? wait huh? like.. you mean… you’re allowed to play again?"

"yes," she says, her grin widening, and you can hear the emotion behind her voice.

without thinking, you slam on the brakes, pulling the car to a stop in the middle of the bayern training campus parking lot. your heart is pounding as you look at her, your hands gripping the steering wheel.

"are you serious? like, actually cleared to play?" you ask, your voice almost shaky with disbelief.

"yes," lena repeats, her smile turning softer, her eyes shining as she looks at you. 

"i’m officially back. i’ll be on the squad for the semi-final second leg."

you don’t know what comes over you, but suddenly you’re unbuckling your seatbelt, reaching across the console to pull her into a tight hug. your arms wrap around her shoulders, and you press kiss after kiss to the top of her head, unable to stop yourself.

"lena, oh my god," you whisper between kisses, your heart overflowing with pride and happiness. 

"i’m so proud of you. i knew you could do it. you’re so strong."

lena laughs softly, burying her face in your neck as she returns the hug, squeezing you back just as tightly. 

"i couldn’t have done it without you," she murmurs, her voice soft.

you finally pull back, your hands still on her shoulders as you look into her eyes, tears of joy pricking at the corners of your own. 

"this is amazing, lena. you’re going to be back on the field. i’m so, so proud of you."

lena smiles, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. "thank you," she whispers against your mouth.

you take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you settle back into your seat. after a moment, you start the car again, your mind already racing ahead to the semi-final. 

bayern was down 3-2 on aggregate after the first leg, but now that lena was cleared to play—even if she wouldn’t start—it felt like anything was possible.

"you know," you say, your voice still tinged with disbelief as you drive out of the parking lot, 

"i’ve always had faith in you. but this… this is amazing."

lena reaches over to take your hand, her fingers lacing through yours. "thank you," she says softly, squeezing your hand.

the day of the champions league semi-final second leg arrives, and the allianz arena is packed. it feels like the entire city of munich is excited with anticipation, and the atmosphere inside the stadium is electric. 

the girls had gotten you a seat right behind the bench, so you had an incredible view of the pitch—and of lena, who was dressed in her bayern kit for the first time in nearly a year.

even though she wasn’t in the starting lineup, just seeing her there, on the sidelines, made your heart swell with pride. she’d worked so hard for this moment, and whether she played or not, you knew this was a victory in itself.

the first half of the game is tense, and the aggregate score still has chelsea ahead, but in the 34th minute, pernille scores an absolute screamer against her former club. the stadium erupts, and you leap out of your seat, cheering and clapping for your friend.

"yes, pernille!" you yell, your voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. you’re so proud of her, and so proud of all the girls. 

the second half kicks off, and in the 50th minute, georgia scores a brilliant header, putting bayern ahead on aggregate. again, the stadium explodes with noise, and you can’t stop yourself from jumping up in excitement.

"2-0!" you scream, your heart pounding with excitement. 

"we’re winning!"

as the minutes tick down, the tension in the air grows thicker, and you glance toward the sidelines where lena is warming up. your heart skips a beat as you watch her, laser-focused, going through her final stretches. 

it’s the 85th minute, and you can see the murmurs of excitement around you as people begin to wonder if lena will be subbed on.

"is she going in?" you hear someone near you whisper to their friend.

"lena oberdorf is finally playing again!" another person exclaims.

your pulse quickens as you watch her pull on her red home jersey, standing at the touchline, waiting to be subbed in. the crowd is buzzing, and when she’s subbed on for pernille in the 88th minute, the cheers are deafening.

"obiiii!" you shout, a huge smile on your face as you clap and cheer for her.

almost immediately after she’s on the pitch, lena goes in for a clean, hard tackle against mayra ramirez. the crowd gasps, but she gets up quickly, and the ball is cleared. 

you breathe out in relief, shaking your head with a grin. it’s like she never left. she’s back, and she’s ready.

the final whistle blows, and bayern wins 2-0 on the night, advancing to the champions league final against manchester city after winning 4-3 AGG. the girls on the pitch are celebrating, hugging each other, and you can’t stop smiling, your heart bursting with pride.

after about twenty minutes, when the celebrations have died down a bit, pernille spots you standing behind the barrier and waves you over. 

"come here!" she shouts, her grin wide as she reaches out to help you over the bars.

before you know it, you’re standing on the pitch, the lights of the stadium shining down on you as you search for lena. she jogs up to you, her face glowing with excitement, and you pull her into a tight hug, your heart swelling with emotion.

"i’m so happy to see you back out there," you whisper, your arms wrapped tightly around her. 

"you did so well."

lena laughs, pulling back slightly to look at you. 

"i only played for six minutes."

"and you crushed it," you say, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

"coming back from an acl injury and getting back out there—that’s amazing, lena. i’m so proud of you."

she smiles, her eyes softening as she leans in to kiss your forehead. 

"thank you," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion. 

"i couldn’t have done it without you."

you hug her tightly again before making your way around the pitch, hugging each of the girls one by one, congratulating them on their incredible victory. it’s a night you’ll never forget—watching them advance to the final of the biggest competition in europe, knowing how hard they’ve worked to get here.

after the girls head back to the locker room, you climb back into the stands, feeling lighter than you have in weeks. the joy of the win is still buzzing through your veins when your phone buzzes with a message in the group chat.

georgia: madga’s house tonight. celebration. don’t be late.

you smile, knowing exactly what kind of night it’s going to be—laughter, drinks, and endless retelling of every moment from the match. 

you get into your car, driving to magda’s house with excitement buzzing in your chest.

when you arrive, the girls are already there, the mood lively and celebratory. magda’s house is filled with the sound of voices, and as you step inside, you’re greeted with hugs and cheers from your friends.

"you made it!" magda says, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“of course i wouldn’t miss the best club in the world making it to the final!!” you squeak over the music. 

“of course noottt!!” sydney slurs as she puts her arm around your shoulders.

you laugh. yup, she's already tipsy.

"absolutely," you reply, smiling as you make your way through the house, finding lena again and wrapping your arm around her waist.

as the night goes on, you’re filled with a sense of overwhelming gratitude. these girls—your friends, your girlfriend—they’ve welcomed you into their world in ways you never expected.

it’s been almost a year since you’ve been added to their chat, and life has never been better.

last part here

[weinq]

English Affair

synopsis: in which jeong yunho signs an NDA

genre: idol au! idol yunho x afab reader! fluff, suggestive

word count: 1.7k

author's note: this was supposed to be more comedic and more suggestive...but I wasn't sure how to approach it like that...

I hope you enjoy :))

~wein

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it was another night in a new city. jeong yunho loved the stage, he truly felt alive underneath the glow of the lights and the roar of his fans. being an idol wasn’t an easy path, the cut throat industry was filled with obstacles before one could even set foot in it- but it was during moments like this that made it all worthwhile. from his position on the stage, he could hear the voices of the fans calling out to him, they swayed their lights sticks to the rhythm of the beat while he and his best friends put out a performance of them. 

“atinys!” mingi’s voice called out, and the audience cheered in response. mingi was up to his usual shenanigans; today he had their fans barking. mingi being the ring leader lead the braking while the atiny’s enthusiastically joined in.

yunho chuckled and jumped down the stage to interact with the fans near the barricade. he went toward the right, there was a figure in the crowd that caught his eye earlier. yunho wanted a better look at the atinty. “hello, hello” he said, as he walked alongside the crowd of screaming trying to grab his attention. he tried to give them as much of his time as possible, taking pictures with few fans along the way. 

while mingi has the crowd barking, y/n noticed that yunho was doing rounds near her area of the barricade. her heart raced in joy upon being able to see her idol up close. y/n considered herself more of a causal listener in comparison to the die hard atinty’s standing besides her. but y/n has deep respect and admiration for the group, and seeing one of the members up close made her nervous. 

“hello, sweetheart.” yunho says, as he approached the group of atiny’s next to her. “yunho!” she exclaimed in excitement, and waved to the boy in front of her. he gave her a sneaky smile and took the phone from her hand and started recording himself while y/n laid frozen. as an idol, he was a perfectionist, he mastered the art of being discreet. he used the fans as an excuse to get a better interaction with the girl.the fans burst in cheers of excitement and disappointment, several of them congratulated her while y/n tried to wrap her head around what was happening. yunho knew there wasn’t much he could do with a locked phone, so he simply recorded a 5 second view of himself and handed the phone back to the girl giving him just enough time to properly see her. 

she’s even prettier up close, yunho thought. 

y/n’s heartbeat raced, as yunho's soft hands brushed past hers while he handed her phone back. “see you later, pretty girl.” he smiled before he rushed out. she felt the blood rush to her cheeks, the voices of the atiny’s in the crowd were just as a back track as she tried to get a grip of herself. 

“thank you, london!!!” the group said, while taking their bows and saying their goodbyes to their fans. the lights then turned off, and the boys went backstage to cool down before their send off. yunho hoped that you would be there. 

“what’s on your mind?” mingi asked as he threw on more comfortable clothes. “there's a girl.” he sighed. “i might never see her again, but i have my hopes up.” mingi nods in understanding, as idols their career were their partners. although their agency didn't have a dating ban in place for them, it was still difficult to date. they didn’t have the luxury of going out and meeting people. 

“you might just have to pass her this.” he winks pointing to the envelope by the dressing mirror. he chuckles in response, “i might just have to.”

y/n waited at the send off area with the rest of the fans, her heart racing with excitement; she wondered if fate would favor her a little longer and grant her a second more with yunho. she secretly prayed for it. 

sooner than later, the crowd erupted in cheers as the group walked out. standing near the end of the line, she waited eagerly, her anticipation growing with each step they took. y/n caught a glimpse of yunho, as he interacted with the fans. he had changed out of his concert costume into more comfortable clothing. he was wearing his glasses as well, which she found cute.

“hello, gorgeous!” he greeted her, and she smiled in response. “i loved you out there!” 

“thank you, your support means a lot to us.” he said, once again taking the phone out of her hands. “you like doing that, huh?” she questioned with a giggle. “maybe, i just like you.” he said earning him a blushing girl next to him. she cast her eyes away, “smile, gorgeous.” he said, capturing a picture of them on her phone. “i gotta go now.” he says. y/n heart quenches in sadness that her once in a lifetime moment came to an end, but she nods in response. “bye, yunho!” she says. their hands brush against each other once more as yunho hand’s her phone back, but more before he slips a paper along with it. 

for a second she wonders if she imagined it, but the paper feels rough under her palms. he throws her a final wink-so she’s sure that it’s real. but y/n couldn’t help but doubt herself, the venue was filled with many gorgeous fans so it wouldn’t be, right? it could be something else, and not what she hoped for. his number…she watches as their figures retreat and the rest of the fans head home as well. 

she leaves the venue, clutching the paper tightly in her hands. y/n’s  mind was a whirlwind of doubt, she was convinced she must be imagining things. but she doesn’t make it three blocks before curiosity overwhelms her. with trembling fingers, she unfolds the paper and begins to read, her heart pounding louder with each word.

“hey, beautiful.

i hope you have some time for me tonight. call me 00**** **** **. 

-j.y”

y/n felt dizzy, this couldn't be real. it must be a dream she would soon wake up from, she probably fainted in the venue, hit her head and ended up in the hospital. 

she dialed the number with trembling hands, her heartbeat raced with each ring. 

“you think she will call?” mingi asks. they were in their van a few blocks away from the venue waiting in case the girl would call. yunho shrugs, “i can only hope.” yunho sincerely hoped she would. it hasn’t even been 5 minutes since they drove away, and fans would probably take a half an hour or more to get out, even though yunho knew that he couldn’t help but feel nervous. 

soon enough, the phone rings. yunho, rushes out of the car nervously wanting privacy. 

“hello?” y/n says shakily. yunho couldn't help but smile, “i thought you wouldn’t call, princess.” he says. “i thought i was dreaming.” the girl replies to which he chuckles. “where are you now?” 

“just a few blocks away, i had to…know if i was dreaming or not.”

“well, this is real.”

after a quick conversation regarding her whereabouts, yunho leaves to find the girl. 

y/n fidgeted with the miffy keychain on her bag nervously as she waited for yunho. she got off the phone with jeong yunho a few seconds ago. she knew what it meant, but she was still nervous. anybody would jump at the chance of spending the night with their idol, she would too but it felt more like a dream than anything to y/n. 

"hello again," jeong yunho said, making his way toward her. "hi, yunho!" she greeted him nervously. "i asked you out, but i don’t even know your name." he laughed, sounding equally nervous. "i’m so nervous, i’m sorry," he added, and it was hard to believe that jeong yunho, the star, could be nervous about meeting her, but i guess we’re all human after all. "you’re jeong yunho," she replied shyly, "you’re a star. i’m the one who should be nervous." he smiled softly. "what’s your name?" "i’m y/n," she said awkwardly, holding out her hand. "y/n," he murmured, his eyes lighting up. "your name is as beautiful as you are." instead of shaking her hand, he gently took it, his touch warm. "so… what now?" she asked, unsure. yunho chuckled and, with a quick glance toward the hotel he pointed to, he gently led her that way.

“i hope that wasn’t a turn-off,” he said, glancing back at her. his voice had a light, teasing quality. "are you kidding? i don’t think anybody could make signing an nda sexy," she replied in mock offense, before quickly adding, “but you did.”

he laughed, the sound soft and easy. as they neared the hotel, he looked at her again. "i would’ve taken you to dinner first, under different circumstances," he confessed. "you can always make it up to me next time," she teased.

yunho grinned, his gaze lowering to hers as he moved closer. he placed his forehead gently against hers, the simple contact sending a quiet warmth between them. “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he whispered. "we could just talk." you nodded, understanding. you weren’t the type for casual hookups, but something about yunho felt safe, comforting. his hot breath against your skin only made the feeling more intense. “i want it,” you whispered back.

his smile deepened at your words. without hesitation, he leaned in, his lips warm and soft against yours. his hands found their way to your jaw, cradling your face as he deepened the kiss. you could feel the rush of breath between you, the heartbeat that seemed to sync with your own. “you can still refuse,” he murmured, pulling away briefly.

you pulled him back in by the collar of his shirt, your lips brushing against his. “how about a shower first?” you whispered against his lips. yunho raised an eyebrow, amused. “kinky.” “you’re probably a sweaty mess after the concert,” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed.he grinned, his eyes darkening with mischief. "there’s going to be a lot more sweating."

the second kiss was even more intense, more urgent. the taste of his lips, the shared warmth, the undeniable pull between you, it was intoxicating. clothes became an afterthought as you both fumbled to undress, each movement laced with anticipation. "we’ll take it to the shower then, baby," he chuckled, leading the way.

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Kiss a Girl

↣ Summary: When Bang Chan is finally over a break up, he comes across someone that seemed to make things feel like he was a high schooler again.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

↣ Genre: fluff

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!au, webtoon artist!reader, foreign!reader, post break-up, song inspired fic

↣ Word Count: 2.9k

↣ Warnings: none

↣ A/N: I am from Texas where country songs are just a must. I grew up on like 2000s country songs and will always go back to them lol. But I heard Keith Urban while I was in the store the other day and was like. This is giving Bang Chan. Could it be because they are both Australian? Quite possibly. But TBH I do wanna hear Bang Chan sing one of Keith Urban’s songs. 

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You have been in Korea for the past month doing some things for a work project you would never have thought to be possible. You were just a simple college kid a couple years ago who enjoyed making comics about a couple OC you created years ago. When the story became a hit around the world it garnered a lot of attention. 

Especially TV companies that were asking you if they could create your story into a series. 

You, being someone who was studying in the entertainment industry, agreed they could use it so long as you were allowed to work on the project with them. Your credits in college really help to put them along for the ride. Now you were going to be living in Korea for a bit until production finished and the whole series came out on the TV. 

In the past month, you had made some good friends with the people you worked with. There were A-list actors who enjoyed your company and sometimes would invite you out to go drinking with them. While you did enjoy going with them, you found yourself attached to your translator a lot more compared to them. 

It was easy to find people who spoke English, especially in the area you were working in. But the way your translator had to stick closer to you than others, you both found yourselves becoming close friends. And for them, as someone who worked closely in an industry that called for a lot of high ends, they were the ones who often took you out to fancy places where normal people would only wait years to get reservations. 

“This is a very classy spot.” You told your friend as you looked around the club. 

“It's a very high end club.” Your friend/translator told you. “Like only a select few people can get in.”

You laughed out loud. “How did you pull it off then?” You asked. 

“Did you forget where it is that we work at?” They laughed. “Of course we are going to get the best stuff. Just gotta be careful because they will make us sign NDA.” They deadpanned at the end. 

You laughed even louder. You glanced around for a moment to find where the bar was, easily spotting it along with a crowd. Just as you were about to head in that direction, you froze for a moment just as someone passed in front of you.

You let out a polite excuse me, bowing your head just a bit. The person looked at you oddly for a moment before giving you a small smile and telling you it was alright. When the man began to walk away, you tried to keep a neutral face, but were secretly panicking inside over you had just ran into. 

“Bro!” You gasped quietly, smacking your friend’s arm. “Did I just see Yugyeom? Like the idol?” You gushed. 

“Probably.” They looked over your shoulders, frowning as they nodded. “This is a popular club for idols because it's so exclusive.”

“Why would you bring me here?” You looked at them wide eyed, feeling like you were going to make a fool of yourself and risk a lot of things. 

“This is where a lot of people in the entertainment industry come when they want to experience normal things. Like a club.” They explained to you. “This place is also really popular with the younger generations. You’ll probably come across a couple of people winding down from promotions and stuff.”

You did in fact see a couple of more idols. Your friend was the one who explained to you who was in attendance at the club for the ones you weren’t able to pick out right away. There was a good amount of older people as well, at least at the bar. 

Once you got a drink in, you dragged your friend out to dance, laughing as songs you weren’t able to make out the words to blasted on the speakers. WIth how much your smile seemed to stretch across your face, other people began to notice you. Many of them were much to shy or reserved to go out and dance along with you but there were a few who wanted to feel your excitable energy. 

“Hello.” A girl smiled while talking in English, coming into your closer circle. 

“Hi.” You beamed, holding your hands out to grab onto hers. “Come dance!” You swung her arms around as you tried your best to not look like a fool. 

But it seemed the more others drank and the night went on, you didn’t have to worry much about that. Things would never change once people had alcohol in their systems to make them let loose just a bit. 

With you dancing along with the girl, a lot more came to join your side as your contagious positive attitude had an effect on others around you. 

“Like this.” The girl laughed, trying to copy your silly jumps.

“Yes!” You laughed, trying to get others to dance as well. 

Just as a large crowd was beginning to form on the dance floor, there were others going around and enjoying their time with friends. There was an idol who had just arrived after finally getting out of his post-break-up slump. He was ready to get back out there and mingle with new people after being in a mental blockage when it came to friends. 

His bandmates had gotten him to agree to going out with his closer friends that weren’t any of them. They had other things to do, which did make him a bit upset but as they had told him, he had a life outside of them as well. 

“Chan!” Yugyeom hugged the man’s side. “Look at you! Finally out.” He said, showing him towards where the others of the group were. 

“I don't know.” Chan nodded to himself. “I'm ready to be out.” He said. 

“For once and it's not in the studio.” Another one of their friends teased, lightly punching Chan in the arm. 

The Australian laughed, looking around the club he had not been to in a while. He took in the large crowd that was going on around the dance floor. 

“There's a foreigner?” He furrowed his eyebrows, turning to the others. 

“She's cute!” A friend called out. “Been dancing and getting others to join. Seems social.” He added. 

“I'm going to go ask her to dance.” Yugyeom called out, going to join the crowd. 

Once others saw the boy coming down to stand next to the floor, everyone else seemed to join as well, having you get sucked into the crowd that was chanting as songs continued. Yugyeom came up to you giving you a smile as he caught your attention. 

“Dance?” He asked you.

“Oh, sure!?” You nodded your head, moving to turn and face him as his song started to play. You laughed watching as he tried to explain to you the dance moves that came along with it. 

You kept laughing, cheeks hurting from the fun you were having. You hadn’t really gotten the chance to experience something like this back home. You have been to bars but the energy isn’t the same as a club that was meant to pump people full of adrenaline. You enjoyed the atmosphere, it helped your need to be social. 

“Yes.” Yugyeom gushed in English that had an accent. “Like that. Good!” He gave you thumbs up to show that you were correct. 

You laughed at his way of trying to speak to you. You waved him off, telling him thank you in Korean which made him laugh even more. He tried to have a conversation with you, but you laughed most of it and tried to explain to him he needed to speak slowly in order for you to understand just a bit more. 

When a new song came on, you hadn’t noticed someone else coming up to your side. All you did was turn to face the DJ stand as you began to sing to Stray Kids TOPLINE. You laughed as those around you began to do the same, in your own world. You turned to the person next to you, shouting out lyrics as you both gave off the same energy. 

You started singing louder when you noticed it had been Bang Chan singing along with you. The chorus came around and you fully turned to give him your attention, trying to keep up. Bang Chan felt something in his chest as he danced with you to his own song. It wasn’t that he was proud, it was just that he seemed to be content with how you didn’t seem phased with who he was. 

When the song came to an end, you clapped for Bang Chan, giving him a dazzling smile that made him turn his lips up. 

“You know Stray Kids!?” He asked you, shouting over the speakers. 

“No, who are they!?” You shouted back, face looking serious. 

You almost laughed at how Bang Chan’s eyes went wide and he looked at a loss for words. “I'm just kidding. It's really nice to meet you.” You gushed, bowing your head.

“Oh, you don't need to bow.” Chan awkwardly giggled. “It's okay.”

“I got used to it here!” You told him, coming to stand up straight. 

“Would you like to sit with me?” He asked you after a moment.

Your eyebrows raised, eyes wide as you took in his question. Looking just around him, you noticed your friend quickly nodding their heads, telling you to accept the offer. 

“Am I allowed to?” You laughed.

He thought about it for a moment, looking over at his group of friends. “Ah, if you don't tell anyone.” Chan chuckled. 

“Sounds like a risk.” You hummed. “I'll take it.” The smile you had made Chan a bit dizzy.

It had been so long since he had seen someone look at him that way. He had a ton of people look at him that way actually, but never to someone who made it seem like they just wanted to be friends. Chan had no problems with hookups, but it was refreshing to meet someone who wasn’t over him because they knew him. 

You did know him–sure–but you were taking into account who he was which made you a bit cautious. While it was normal for others to be that way, you weren’t scared of talking to him like you had been friends for years. 

When he showed you where his friend group were, you laughed a little at how they seemed to begin hollering when Chan brought you over. 

“Don't listen to them.” He shook his head. 

“Even if I did, I don't think I'd understand much.” You told him honestly. 

“Are you visiting then?” Chan asked, allowing you to sit down first before he sat in front of you. 

The music was much quieter in the area, but you figured it had to do with the fact that the table was sectioned off in the VIP. They had their own bar as well, classy stuff. 

“It's for work. I'm going to be here for a few months.” You answered him. “I did study what I could but I still need people to talk slowly.” You explained. 

“Ah, I see. I see. Lucky you, I speak English.” He laughed. 

“Even if you didn't, I'd try my best.” You nodded your head. “Miss the chance to speak with Bang Chan? Mega producer who’s part of 3RACHA?” You gushed, making his face turn red. 

“I wouldn't say mega.” Chan shrugged, getting bashful. 

“I mean I don't know.” You pursed your lips in thought. “The Scoville scale is out here close to blowing up.” You laughed. 

Chan bursted out laughing, cheeks hurting from how much he was stretching them. “You're cool.” He told you. 

“Why thank you!” You waved him off. “I pride myself on being cool.” You said.

“Han would like you.”

“Just going to drop bandmates on me as if I'm not freaking out on the inside.” You suddenly said, making him laugh. 

“You and I both.” Chan answered truthfully. 

“No! Please don't! It's all cool!” Your eyes went wide hearing his confession.

You both spent a good hour sitting at the table laughing about stories that would come up or just things about the other’s life. Chan hadn’t noticed when his friends would get up to get more drinks or when they would go out to dance. And they didn’t want to disrupt you two either, eyeing each other with smirking as they teased the poor boy behind his back. 

Before you knew it, you were telling your friend that you would be heading back to your temporary home with Chan as company. They gave Chan a thankful smile, bowing down in respect for someone of higher standard. But they told you to be careful, having gotten used to you always telling others that whenever they would leave. 

You found yourself outside some plaza eating Tteokbokki from a small restaurant outside on the sidewalk. The night was nice and cool, leaving you in a refreshed feeling after having danced in the hot club. Chan was laughing at you struggling to get the rice cake on your chopsticks. 

“Why would you eat it like that!?” He laughed, covering his mouth.

“I can't pick it up with the chopsticks!” You exclaimed, stabbing the rice cake treat with both chopsticks so it looked like you were at least eating them correctly. You managed to put it in your mouth before looking up at Chan who was pursing his lips. 

“Don't look at me like that!” You gushed, smile on your face. 

“It's like this.” He moved closer to you, trying to get you to hold the chopsticks correctly. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t know how to use them, it was just that trying to pick up slippery food proved to be harder than you cared to admit. 

“I'm trying!” You exclaimed, moving closer to him as he kept trying to put some food on your chopsticks. 

As you were moving to place it in your mouth, the slippery cake fell from your utensils and onto the floor. “My Tteokbokki!” You cried out.

“Ok fine. Keep stabbing it.” Chan laughed, giving up.

Next thing you knew the night had come to an end and Chan had walked you to the building you were staying at. He had his hands in his pockets, looking up at the tall apartment building before giving you a kind smile. 

“This is me.” You told him. “I had a great time.” You confessed. 

“Me too.” Chan smiled softly. “Thank you for coming out with me.” He added. 

You laughed as your face flushed red. “Of course. Thank you for inviting.” You told him. 

“Ah. I guess I'll see you.” Chan nodded his head, shoulders dropping for just a moment. 

“Yeah.” You nodded your head, soft smile on your face. “I had a really great time. I mean it—thank you for taking me out. Only could ever dream of something like that.” You told him honestly. 

“Yeah.” Chan thought about something for a moment, which made you stop from going in completely. “Ah, is it okay if I ask for your number?” He asked you.

“I mean for me it is but is it for you?” You joked once more. 

“Sounds like a risk. I'll take it.” He mocked you from earlier.  

“You know though, I really don't want to make you sign an NDA.” He quickly added after you both traded numbers. 

“To kiss and tell is just not my style.” You sang off, grinning from ear to ear. 

Chan laughed for a moment, understanding your joke. “But the night is young and it's been a while.” He played along. 

“Ah, you know it! Wasn't expecting you to honestly.” You told him.

“I'm a music producer—I listen to a lot of things. Besides, it's kinda relatable.” He smiled a little, looking down as he took in a calming breath. 

You weren’t going to ask about it, it wasn’t your place. You knew what the song was about–it was one you had heard since you were a little kid. Besides, Chan was an idol who had secrets to keep from the public. That was one of the first things you had to get used to when moving to Korea and working in the entertainment industry. 

“Then I'm happy to be that girl you wanna kiss.” You joked, thinking about the rest of the song.

“I wouldn't go that far.” He laughed, shaking his head. 

You gasped, eyes going wide at the scene you had just made. “Making me sound like a fool then. Ah, forget about it.” You said in a rush, face red from actual embarrassment this time. 

“No, I don't think I will.” Chan hummed, stepping closer to you. 

You watched him step closer, feeling your heart stop for just a moment as he placed his lips against your cheek. “Goodnight, (Y/N).” He told you softly.

“Goodnight Chan.” You smiled. 

You waved him off, turning around when a cold breeze blew past you. He continued on his journey towards his car parked in the front of the building. 

“I wanna kiss a girl. I wanna hold her right. Maybe make a little magic under the moonlight.” You sang to yourself, nodding your head along to the nonexistent beat you were playing in your head. 

“Don't wanna go too far just to take it slow. But I shouldn't be lonely in this big ol world. I wanna kiss a girl.” Chan quietly sang to himself as he walked home. 

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Nishimura Riki | NDA

︎ ☁︎︎ Idol!riki x fan!reader | fem!reader

↯ fluff, crack, maybe suggestive a little more into the fic, use of social media (instagram, twt), reader is just a regular girl going to school and stuff

⚠︎︎ will contain mentions of alcohol consume later

-what the actual fuck just happened?-

You sit up in your bed, after hearing your phone’s alarm. It was 8 AM and you got a total of 3 hours of sleep after staying up WAYYYY too long.

“fuck no” you whisper to yourself, agitated at the fact you only got to sleep 3 hours.

But honestly, it was your fault to stay up this late.

Accepting your fate, you get out of bed and look for your work clothes before making your way to the bathroom to get ready for work.

Your motivation to actually do all of this? Easy. The Enhypen concert in two days, you and Alija got VIP and front-row seats for.

After arriving at the cafe, you quickly greet your coworkers and put on an apron, before really starting your shift.

Taking orders and preparing coffee from customers.

Everything was as usual until you saw something.

Or rather someone, entering the cafe.

You had to make a double-take before actually realizing who this is.

“no fucking way, oh my god” you whisper to yourself while quickly turning your body around. “this can’t be real, what the fuck” you hiss, before taking a deep breath to calm yourself down.

You turn yourself to the front again, to greet the newly arrived customers with a warm smile.

“Hey, what can I get for you?” You say the sentence you say to EVERY customer you greet.

Your hand slightly trembling as you wait for them to tell you their order.

“What do you recommend?” Jake smiles and asks, before looking up to the menu and then to his left side to Riki standing beside him.

“I- I like the frozen flavored coffee” You say, your voice a little nervous. “with mocha sirup” You add, after taking another deep breath.

Jake nods. “I’ll take that one then”

Your hand is still shaking as you write down the order on the display in front of you.

“Large or medium?” You ask.

“Large please” he says with his typical Australian accent.

As you note the order, Jake says something like ‘your turn’ or ‘now you’ to Riki in Korean. You couldn’t really understand what exactly he said, but you can understand enough to make sense of it.

As you look up again, Riki looks at you with a small smile.

“I want the same one” He starts “Just in medium please” he adds in the same cute Korean accent, you always hear when he says something in English.

You nod “Noted”

After receiving both their orders, you tell them the price and Jake pays for both drinks.

You quickly turn yourself around, to directly prepare their Coffees.

Your eyes are blown wide open, your brain not realizing what just happened.

Skillfully, you prepare the coffee without spilling anything, even with your hands still shaking.

“Here, two frozen flavored coffees with mocha” you state while handing Jake and Riki their drinks over the counter.

Your heart stops for a second as you feel Riki's fingers slightly brush over yours, leaving goosebumps all over your body.

“Enjoy, have a good day” You quickly say and throw a kinda awkward smile in their direction, especially to Riki.

Then you practically RUN to the back of the cafe where the room for brakes is, while telling your coworker you'll be back soon.

Barely reaching the destined room, you dial Alijas number.

And she directly picks up.

“FUCK ALIJA”

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED”

“Y/n are you okay, why are you screaming at me”

“NO”

“WHAT HAPPENED?”

“FUCKING RIKI AND JAKE WHERE HERE”

“I GAVE THEM THEIR DRINKS”

“AND FUCKING RIKIS HAND TOUCHED MINE ALIJA”

“WHAT IS GOING ON”

“WHAT NO FUCKING WAY Y/N”

“R U FOR REAL”

“YES”

“AND RIKI DEADASS SMILED AT ME”

“Oh my fucking god y/n”

“That's just crazy”

“Fuck oh my god” you let out a breath you didn't know you where holding.

“I gotta go again” you sigh, still full of adrenaline from the previous encounter.

“Dinner later? At mine?” Alija asks nearly out of breath as you.

“Shit yes please” you answer.

“See you later then” she says excitedly and hangs up.

After putting your phone away again, you take a deep breath and make your way to the front again, to finish your shift.

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FRI(END)S | taehyung

➭ summary: in which Taehyung has some big shoes to fill after his hyungs went to the military. The stress of it all and utter loneliness causes him to make some grave mistakes. Like paying a girl to be his friend. But after months, he starts to feel something more. He doesn’t know if he’s just over pretending because she’s obviously just doing her job.. or if something more is there. And after a rough night, he finds out.

➭genre: short oneshot, slowburn-ish, angst, friends au

➭warnings: unedited properly, talk about depression, a couple bad words, he can kinda be seen as creepy but he’s just awkward i swear

➭note: i actually like this. chat i like writing, i wish i could do it more. Agust Dad is in the works tho..

Taehyung knew the members entering the military would affect him.

Sure they had moved out of the dorm and stopped living together ages ago, but he was saddened to see his hyungs go after being in contact for almost decades. They had watched him grow up and helped him through the complications of being an idol.

And now that he was making music and doing it all on his own? He felt the effects of their absence hardened.

He tried staying close to the other maknae’s but they were doing their own preparations for their solos and didn’t want to be a burden. He tried smoking but it would only stir up trouble and was too risky. He tried going onto Korean tv shows but it only felt like more work.

It started to get worse the more he worked on his music and the longer his hyungs were away. He’d stay day and night at the studio, working tirelessly on his album. And when he did venture to his apartment suite, it was cold and empty. The Bangtan group chat dry.

Alone.

He hated the feelings of being alone. After 2020, the tour being cancelled and not being able to see his new fans, being forced to stay inside. He had his members at the time, making English songs that blew up. But he wasn’t happy. He was alone.

And whenever he walked in the door of his apartment after a long day or night, he felt the same feeling. Dread, hopelessness. Empty. And then, the military would come and sweep him away as well.

He didn’t want to feel like that. Didn’t want to spend the time he had before the military being things changed for good, feeling like that. He wouldn’t put out good music for his fans and he wouldn’t do good for himself mentally and physically. He needed something, anything to give him comfort. He couldn’t go down that rabbit hole he once been in.

Sugar.

Your brain's reward system is activated, which releases dopamine, a chemical that signals pleasure.

In this case, Sugar, is a sweet caring friend. A paid friend. Ironic to the fake name she gave Jimin, she was a sugar baby. You are sugar, in every meaning of the word.

He felt weird at first, when Jimin gave him Sugar’s number when he reluctantly told his hyung how he felt one night while drinking together. But after texting for weeks and a shiny NDA contract, Sugar was his temporary paid companion.

They’d text regularly, and when he was feeling his most depressed he’d pay her to come to his house before he got there. They didn’t have to talk, she just had to be there so he didn’t feel like he was drowning in his pity and loneliness. So he felt like people still cared.

As much as he hated it, it was working. The text turned into meet ups at his house. The chilling turned into cuddling. And hell, he felt good waking up in the mornings. Music felt less like work. Life felt like, life.

But working on music, and releasing it were two different battles. And doing it with a group, and being solo, were two different battles.

Taehyung put on a smile as he went backstage, the chilling sound of his fans feeling his ears as his earpiece now silent as his sound ended. It had been a while since he preformed at a Mcountdown, and he had forgotten how many strangers there were backstage as they started profusely congratulating him.

He put on a shy smile as people started handing him a small fan and wiping off his sweat. Before anyone else could crowd him, he grabbed his phone and excused himself to the bathroom.

He could feel his hands shaking, the pressure of being on stage by himself bringing back that some feeling of loneliness. He had forgotten about it because of the fans, but being backstage was much more awkward. He remembered how he used to cool down backstage with his members.

He missed them, dearly.

His fingers shook as he pressed against his phone screen, going to his messages and clicking the top person. He knew it was Sugar, he had only talked to her recently. He asked her to come over, and even sent the money in advance while also tripling the amount. He was vulnerable, and scared. He needed his fix. He needed comfort.

When he was finally able to escape the stage and was able to home later that night, he half expected for Sugar not to be there. The day had been so draining he had completely forgotten.

His eyes widened when he saw her in his apartment, lying on the couch all comfy. Her breathing soft and her hair in front of her face as she slept.

He quietly sat down his things and took off his shoes and socks. He had already changed out of his performance outfit and was in a baggy hoodie and jeans. He walked over to Sugar, brushing her hair out of her face and even that calmed him down from all of the chaos in his mind.

She had looked so comfortable in his space while she slept. So peaceful. Like she belonged there. He hadn’t realized how attached he had gotten to her until that moment. Her beautiful soft skin and playful hair. Her kind natural beauty and caring nature. It has been a while since he met a girl as innocent and sweet as her and the comfort she brought didn’t make it better.

He blinked out of his trance when he saw her blink, as if sensing his everlasting gaze. Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, Taehyung smiling when he saw the familiar pearls.

“Oh, you’re back.” She said she yawned and sat up slightly. “How was filming the.. song?” She asked, sounding so unsure and confused in her half awakened mind.

He chuckled, being aware for some time now that she knew nothing about the idol life or even listened to his music, and it was slightly refreshing.

“It was good, Sugar.” He said, his voice tried and raspy from singing and talking all day. The word coming out as more than a pet name more than it being the name she actually went by.

He picked her up, hands gripping her waist tightly as he easily held her up so he could sit on the couch and set her on his lap. His large hands, so soft and masculine, gripped her thighs tightly, situating them around his hips.

His body relaxed and his eyes closed slightly as he felt her soft figure against his chest as she wrapped her arms around her neck, playing with the back of his hair.

“Thank you.” He said breathlessly, eyes still closed as he relaxed and let himself feel her soothing touch. “You’re too good for me.”

”Are you okay?”

He didn’t except to hear her voice, considering she just woke up and that speaking to him wasn’t mandatory or anything. Her voice was as soft as ever, extra quiet from the sleepiness.

Fuck, he was getting attached. He was being too vulnerable, it was getting too intimate. To real.

She was paid to do this. To act caring and sweet so he could keep coming back and she could keep getting money. But God, it felt real now. Much more real than the first few months.

He tensed for a minute, his heart telling him to spill out everything but his brain winning, like most days. “I’m fine, Sugar.” He assured, his hand moving to her hair, gently stroking it. There was a moment where he considered actually telling her about his day, but the thought of it made his chest tighten. He didn't want to burden her with his problems, wanting her to stay shielded to the harsh reality of his life and riches.

"It's just been a long day, and I'm not used to things being this way." He admitted, his voice a bit more strained than normal. It was silent for a minute before he spoke again, not knowing why. “Thank you, for being here.”

“I’ll always be here for you..” she replied softly, looking up at him as she laid her head on his shoulder. “It’s nice here.”

He smirked, a small genuine smile played on his lips before letting out a chuckle. “Is it?” His eyes flickered away from her and to the idle big tv screen.

“I was watching you.” Her voice came through as he looked down at her once more. “Your music video, I mean.” She corrected herself with an awkward chuckle.

“Oh.” Taehyung didn’t know how to feel about it. Of course he was proud of his music, but slightly nervous for her opinion. “What’d you think?”

“It was.. beautiful.” She said, her eyes sparkling as their eyes met. “It was slow and sentimental..” his face reddened as she continued, the words making him antsy.

“I loved it. And you looked all dolled up and cute.” She giggled as she thought back on it. “I’ve never seen you like that.”

“What you look at me differently now? You see me as the big popstar like else everyone does?” He said, trying to play it off as a joke even though he was actually wondering.

“No.. still just Taehyung. My friend.” She said with a smile and his chest tightened slightly as reality set in.

No matter how many nights they’d spent on the phone, no matter how many ranted texts he sent.. No matter how many late nights and cuddles. They were friends, paid friends at that.

He was delusional for thinking it wasn’t anything else other than a girl taking care of her client in order for him to keep coming back later and get more money. Even knowing this—

“You wanna.. stay the night?” I’ll pay you extra.

He wants to say, but maybe if he didn’t bring it up she’d forget that that’s what she was there for. For money, not him..

“Sure!” She said excitedly, making his heart flutter. He hadn’t felt this way in a while. Relaxed and comfortable with someone outside of his group.

She giggled when she saw his almost shocked reaction. “I told you it’s nice here.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at her. “Eh, I’m used to being here.” He gestured to his nice apartment penthouse with the view of the city. Expense brands to cook with and soft nice couches and clothes. He didn’t know why he was trying to act so cool with his grand house when she’d already seen him at his most vulnerable.

He knew from the first few instances that she couldn’t have come from a rich family, judging by her reactions and lack of knowledge with certain gadgets and such. Just looking at the things she did for money, he figured she hadn’t come from the best of the bunch.

“I mean, I already fell asleep on the couch so I might as well sleep there.” She said with a chuckle.

“You don’t want to go to the bedroom with me?”

The words fly out of his mouth before he could even stop himself and he’s surprised by himself. Surprised that he keeps trying to push his luck with this girl. God, he’d given all the hints but couldn’t take one himself.

“I—“ she paused with a nervous chuckle. “Oh wow.” In an effort to get rid of the sudden tension that came over, and to not feel like a creep, he quickly spoke. “I mean— we cuddle anyways. Why not just cuddle each other to sleep. That would help me, don’t you think?”

He felt like an asshole just saying it, but as a miracle would have it, she started to contemplate before shrugging. “Sure, okay!” She said with a small smile.

“Y-You don’t have to! It was a stupid thing to say—“ Taehyung quickly said, sweating as he tried to make it all go away.

“No, no! It’s fine.” She said quickly, the two looking like two teenagers. “I think it’d be good for me too.” She stated and Taehyung softened.

Taehyung turned off all of the lights, taking her hand gently in his as he lead her to his bedroom, a place she’d never been before. There were posters of the group and artwork on the walls. Glimpses of his hobbies scattered around the room.

He took off his hoodie, revealing a plain white shirt underneath before he crawled onto his king sized bed. The quality of it, like everything else he owned, pleasant. She hummed when she laid down next to him, sinking into the mattress as she closed her eyes.

She took a minute to relax before turning on her side and looking at him, who was already staring at her while on his side. The two faced each other, heads on soft pillows with the lights dimmed. “You’re different today..” she muttered her observation softly.

“I know.. that’s why I sent you triple.” He said with a soft chuckle, he knew he would be more clingy, more of a pain. He hoped she was okay with it. That maybe it would become a regular for the two.

“I don’t mind it, Tae-Tae.. It’s peaceful with you.” She said with a soft smile while stroking his hair as Taehyung let out a breath of relief. He had felt the same, at peace. Maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way he did about each other.

He wrapped his arms around her small waist and pulled her closer to him and his heart raced as he took in her features, copying every detail into his brain. She was so beautiful, inside and out. His eyes traced over her face, before landing on her lips. So pretty and pink.

He couldn’t stop himself. He had convinced himself that he would rather try to see if something was there than sit months worrying and dreaming about could have been. So he leaned in closer to her as he licked his lips, and gently pressed his lips onto hers in a soft kiss.

She smiled against it immediately before responding, pushing herself flush against his chest as he tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss. His hand went to her back, gripping it tightly as he held onto her like his life depended on it.

He pulled away after a while, breathless and his heart souring. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while..” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against her face.

“Me too..” she squeaked out, swallowing as she closed her eyes and kissed him again. His eyes closed as he relaxed into the affection, his feelings deep as they drifted off to sleep on each other’s arms.

~~

To his horror, Taehyung woke up alone the next morning. He could smell her candied, sugary scent but she wasn’t there. He could feel her sweet sugary lips still on his from the hours before. But she wasn’t there.

He sat up quickly, looking around and fearing the worst. What if she got lost in the complex? Or some crazy fan took her?

He raced to get his phone to do something, to figure something out. Only to be greeted with a notification that was received an hour ago.

Let’s stay friends. Just for now :)