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sevlgi · 4 years ago

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what we want

requested: yes x2

group: blackpink

pairing: jennie x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

contents: idol!jennie, idol!reader, pr relationship

warnings: none

synopsis: Jennie’s lost herself somewhere along the way of achieving her dream. Behind that tough, cruel mask of hers, she doesn’t know what she wants, and maybe uncovering the mask you wear is what will help her realize it.

a/n: this is so much heavier than either of you guys asked for asalknasdfkj... but i wrote my longest fic yet in less than 2 days!!!! i think that’s an achievement :D

word count: 6k

Kim Jennie did not have a good reputation, and she didn’t really give a shit about it.

At least, that’s what everyone thought. That’s what everyone knew, with the numerous articles a week about South Korea’s resident fuckgirl, with Dispatch’s 20 cameramen hired just to follow Jennie. She was careless, she was cold, and she care what anyone else said about her.

What no one cared about was Jennie’s reasoning. Because while the first time sneaking out to a club and losing herself in fruit-flavored shots and skimming touches was simply for the fun of it, it was the aftereffect that made her keep going. Because with the articles of Kim Jennie’s newest scandal, Blackpink’s album sales shot through the roof, YG’s stocks completely flipped around, and Jennie herself decided it was worth it. It didn’t matter if her members looked at her a little differently, like they didn’t recognize her, or if she was the only one constantly excluded from appreciation tweets on Twitter. If acting out would help promote them more than her agency ever did, she could do it.

And she did. For almost a year, Jennie became Kpop’s most well-known idol, for better or for worse. For almost a year, Blackpink’s sales were unmatched by any group or artist around the world and Jennie couldn’t read her Instagram comments without wanting to throw up.

It took a year for YGE to finally do something, and by then, Jennie wasn’t sure she particularly cared anymore.

“Jennie.”

“Youngshik.” Her voice was scarily steady and her face just as calm; Jennie knew that the her from ten years ago, the teenager who was accepted into the company under Youngshik’s watch, wouldn’t be able to recognize her as she sat before the man with crossed arms and a blank expression. But as he stared at her with disappointment glazing his eyes, Jennie lifted her chin higher, almost daring him to speak.

When he did, he sounded almost cautious of his words. “Jennie, I know you. This isn’t like you at all, you can’t carry on like this.”

“What do you know about me?” She had to keep herself from wincing at her own tone, sharp enough to draw blood. “Huh? You haven’t cared about me for the past year, haven’t cared about us. And who the fuck said I can’t carry on? I’m doing just fine.”

Youngshik shook his head. “Please. Ch-- your members know. I know. All you may see right now is the attention you’re gaining, the fleeting ecstasy you get every night, but you aren’t doing yourself any favors right now.”

As much as she hated it, Youngshik’s words cut deep. She wanted to scream out that she was doing this for her members, for the company, and that it didn’t matter what her reputation was like, but Jennie schooled herself into the person everyone believed and knew her to be. “I’m the only thing keeping you afloat right now. You’re wasting them-- Chaeng, Lisa, Jisoo. They keep practicing but you waste them. I’m only doing what you won’t,” Jennie defended herself, anger seeping into her voice at the thought of her members.

“Jennie. MNet has threatened to drop you from the next season of Queendom.” The man’s voice was quiet but deadly, and Jennie couldn’t seem to open her mouth at the thought of her members’ practice being wasted because of her. Youngshik took that as a sign to continue, “I realize that what you’re doing is increasing sales, but netizens hate you right now. You know that, don’t you? We’re trying to help.”

“Oh yeah? How’re you going to help?” Jennie sighed. “Lock me up in your dungeon again?”

“Quite the opposite,” he answered, leaning forward. “We’re going to keep you in check. The only thing that Dispatch likes more than clubbing scandals is leaked couples, and that’s what we’re going to give them.”

She crossed her arms and leaned back. “And how is that going to keep me in check? Dispatch already knows I like girls, giving me a well-behaved boyfriend isn’t going to be believable.’

Just as the words left her mouth, a knock sounded on the frosted glass pane in Youngshik’s office door, and the man stood. “You’ll see once you meet her.”

Her?

Jennie didn’t turn even when she heard the door open, or when Youngshik murmured, “Junho, thank you for coming.”

“Of course. This is her?”

“This is her. Jennie?”

She finally turned, face impassive, but Jennie couldn’t stop her eyes from widening when she saw the person standing in the doorway. You-- she recognized you, specifically the polite smile you wore on your face as you offered a handshake. She remembered hearing you be praised for your constant professionalism, your sterling reputation, and your bubbly personality. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m a big fan of yours.”

“Jennie Kim, but I’m assuming you already knew that,” she said by way of greeting. You nearly winced at her flat tone, but the mask remained on and you gingerly took the empty seat just by her. “So. Am I the only one in the dark here?”

“Not anymore,” Junho smiled. Unlike Youngshik, he looked pleasant, a smile crinkling at the side of his eyes, but Jennie disliked him nonetheless. “The two of you know by now that you’re being set up in a fake relationship. Jennie, YGE’s main concern with you is your reputation. You club, you drink, you... sleep with people.”

She simply nodded, waiting for the point. Youngshik jumped in, “Y/N, on the other hand, has a stellar reputation. Never has had a scandal in her career, except when she publicly came out, and even that had a good reception.”

“How nice,” Jennie deadpanned.

Junho sighed, folding his hands in his lap. “Miss Kim. Despite your shortcomings and the methods that you achieved such fame, you are nonetheless the most well known female idol in the world. From this relationship, you’ll gain stability as well as a cover, a perfectly sweet girlfriend who’ll lighten your image up. And Y/N will receive more attention by your side, exactly what we want for her and her group. Is that clear?”

Jennie wished she could say no-- after all, you obviously weren’t going to-- but she also knew that the two men were right. She could profit, achieve exactly what she was trying to do, but with less damage done to Blackpink’s image. And as much as she wished she could rebel, she found herself sighing through tightened lips. “Clear. I agree.”

“You didn’t exactly have a choice.” Still, Youngshik slid a contract and a pen across the table, and Jennie signed in the blank without a second glance. “Good. Though we realize that this relationship is fake, we want you to at least pretend to be in love, so get to know each other. It’ll be a while.”

“Great,” you sighed. Jennie was slightly surprised by the hint of sarcasm in your voice, but she lost interest when you assumed a polite smile yet again. “How do we do that?”

Junho exchanged a glance with Youngshik but answered by himself, “If it was me, I’d start with a coffee.”

“Can I order something for you?”

“I’m good.”

Your smile was tight, and Jennie wondered how many snide comments she could make before you snapped. But apparently, one wasn’t enough, as you tugged your mask up. “Okay. I’ll get something for you when you feel like it, just wait for me in that booth.”

Without something to argue about, Jennie could only obey, sliding into the booth furthest away from any people. She sighed, staring at the ceiling; she hated that you were being pushed into the contract to save her, and she hated even more that she was purposefully being so difficult for you to deal with. But the truth was that Jennie couldn’t let you keep her in check, couldn’t let you get under her skin or change her from the way that she had been for years. No matter what YGE said, she was succeeding, and she wasn’t having the worst time in the world while she did.

“Uh. I got you a green juice, I hope you don’t mind.”

Jennie stared at you as you slid the bottle over the table to her, removing your mask just to flash her an annoyingly sweet smile. “I didn’t ask for it.”

You shrugged, “Oh, I know. But I read somewhere that you liked green juices, and I didn’t feel right letting you- letting my girlfriend go without a drink.”

“Don’t call me that.” Jennie cleared her throat when she realized how cruel she sounded, and rephrased it softer. “Don’t.”

“Okay. I understand,” you mumbled, clasping your hands over the iced Americano you held. “So. When did we start dating?” When Jennie frowned in confusion, you clarified, “We’re supposed to have a believable, synced story, right? To seem more real?”

The other girl bit her lip but nodded in agreement. “You’re right. Would two months be enough?”

Jennie wanted to tell you to stop pursing your lips when you thought, wanted to make you stop looking so approachable and sweet when you were sitting across from the most-hated idol in Korea. But she shut herself up, if only not to offend someone who she’d be spending a lot of time with. “I think so. We could say that we met at the Gayo Daejeon, since that was three months ago. I asked for your number,” you hummed and pulled out a notepad. “And a month after becoming friends, you asked me on a date.”

“Why did I ask you on a date?” Jennie asked, eyebrows raised.

“I asked for your number, let’s keep it fair,” you answered with a slight chuckle. “Okay. What would you want to do on a date?”

She considered the question, tapping her nails against the table. “The Han River? Lots of people go in masks, so it’s possible for us to have gone without anyone seeing us. There’s food, nice scenery, we could take pictures--”

“You’re a real romantic, Kim Jennie,” you smiled, pen scratching against the paper of your notepad. “Okay. And we don’t live with each other, since you have a dorm... one of us has to be caught on the route between to make it believable.”

“I don’t think we have to.” Jennie crossed her arms, not moving even when you turned your notepad so she could see. “We just need to be seen in public together a couple times, hold hands once. Dispatch will eat it up.”

You sighed softly and tucked the notebook away. “Okay. At-- at least add me on Kakao. So we can communicate and stuff.”

She stood, tugging her jacket on and her hat down to hide her eyes. “Don’t have Kakao. Have a nice day, Y/N Y/L/N.”

And just like that, with a jingle of the front door’s bell, she was gone, and you could only stare at the untouched bottle of juice across from you or the glass door swinging closed.

Jennie liked practicing with her members. Of course she did-- there was no one she loved more than those 3 girls, and spending time with them was always exactly what she needed. And practice reminded her of better, simpler times: learning a new choreo with Lisa for the next evaluation, practicing English with Chaeng, or asking Jisoo for help with vocals. There were memories in the scratches on the floorboards of the practice rooms, and Jennie liked feeling them every time she stepped inside.

But besides that, it was a secure place. No Dispatch, no cameras, and certainly no PR stunt girlfriends. It was supposed to be her happy place, her home away from the dorm, and the last resort for time alone.

Of course, you had to change that.

“Jennie, Y/N’s here to see you.”

At the sound of her manager’s voice, Jennie’s ankle twisted and she fell to the ground, still panting from dancing. Jisoo bent down to help her up, Chaeyoung and Lisa stopping their practices too. “What?”

He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head towards the hallway outside. “Your ‘girlfriend’. She’s here to see you.”

Lisa gasped at that, her head whipping towards Jennie. “Jennie unnie! You have a girlfriend? Since when?”

Jennie winced and waved Jisoo off before walking towards the door. “I... I’ll explain later. Don’t worry about it, keep practicing. I’ll catch up.”

As soon as she stepped outside, she found you standing there, your smile so wide, as if she hadn’t been so cold to you since the beginning. “Hi, Jennie.”

“Why’re you here?”

You barely faltered at the tone of her voice, holding out one of two bubble teas towards her. “I brought you boba, I thought you might need a rest from practicing. And don’t worry, Dispatch got the pictures they needed, I ‘forgot’ to put on a mask when I got out of the car just outside the building.”

Jennie sighed, but she accepted the offered cup anyway. She was thirsty; all she could hope was that you wouldn’t take it as a sign to keep coming to see her. “And? I thought we agreed that we only needed to be seen in public when our companies schedule it.”

“Well, I’m not just here for the PR,” you frowned. “You’re obviously opposed to actually dating me, or even from becoming friends with me, but it’ll be miserable if we’re both mean to each other. Let’s at least be civil, okay?”

Why? she wanted to ask. How? How can you be so positive even when faced with me? She pursed her lips, taking a sip of the drink. Somehow, you’d gotten her favorite flavor just right, and maybe the sugar rushing in her blood was what prompted her to say, “Civil. Sure. Thank you for the boba, Y/N.”

“Of course!” you grinned. You startled Jennie when you went to take your flannel off, even more so when you reached out to give it to her. “Here, take this.”

“Um. Why?”

Sighing jokingly, you pressed it into her hand. “Next time, you’re coming to see me. If you wear this while you’re caught on film, it’ll raise a lot of suspicions. Exactly what we want, right?”

Jennie nodded at that, closing her fist around the fabric. “Right. So, are you... planning to watch us practice?”

“Oh, no,” you shook your head, waving your hands. “No, I’ll probably just hang around. Unless you want me to?”

Some tiny, annoying section in the back of her mind wanted to say ‘yes’, but Jennie could hear Chaeyoung laughing in the practice room, and the thought of introducing you to her members wasn’t exactly appealing. “No. That’s okay. Thank you for stopping by,” she attempted a smile. Thankfully, you just bowed and waved goodbye again before turning around the corner, and Jennie relaxed with a sigh.

But your smile lingered in her mind. The first time she saw you, she thought it was genuine-- maybe you were just that polite, just that professional, even with how impossible it was. But talking to you on her own, she saw too many false grins, too much effort being put into keeping that likeable, fun personality up.

Perhaps she wasn’t the only one who was lying, but that fact did nothing but scare her more.

“So. Are we gonna talk about Y/N?”

Jennie sighed, keeping her eyes on the road. “No.”

“Really? Because you didn’t exactly look happy after talking to the person who’s supposed to be your girlfriend.”

The rapper raised her eyebrows even though Jisoo couldn’t see it over the phone. “Well, she isn’t exactly my real girlfriend.”

In the background, Chaeyoung asked, “What? Then why did our manager say she was?”

“It’s a PR stunt,” Jennie said bluntly. Her manager sighed in the front seat but didn’t speak. “That’s it. Y/N has a good reputation, I don’t. I’m in the biggest girl group in the world, she isn’t. We’re benefiting from each other.”

Lisa groaned into the phone, her voice tinny over speaker. “Is that seriously it? I only heard you guys talking, but she’s trying so hard, and you’re shutting her down. It could be good for you, unnie.”

Jennie pinched her nosebridge and pleaded, “Can we please not talk about this? I’m just doing this-- it’s a PR stunt. Nothing else to it. I gotta go anyway.” She ended the call before anyone could say something, leaning back and pressing her hands to her eyes.

“I don’t understand why you’re so opposed to this, Jennie.”

“Please. Shut up,” Jennie groaned, reaching for the flannel on her lap as the car lurched a stop. The smell of perfume swept over her as she tugged the clothing on, leaving her mask off but donning the sunglasses that she’d been paid to wear. “Thank you for driving me, I’ll see you in half an hour.”

Her manager called out, “One hour. Try to have fun, okay?”

It wasn’t like Jennie couldn’t hear the click of cameras following her as she buzzed herself into the apartment building, couldn’t see the flashes half-hidden in the surrounding bushes. But she schooled her expression and let herself into the building, engulfed in silence once again for the 7 minutes before she reached your apartment door.

“Hi, Jennie,” you greeted when you opened the door. It was disarming to see that perfectly crafted, perfectly kind expression, but Jennie followed you inside anyway. To be honest, the way you decorated your apartment was almost a perfect reflection of the you that you presented-- sweet, comfortable, but a completely blank slate that could be arranged easily. No pictures decorated the walls, just like how your easy smile never left your face, and the only things on your expensive glass shelves were awards and your own albums. But you smiled, “The flannel looks good on you.”

“Thanks. You can have it back,” Jennie mumbled, peeling it off and draping it over one of the acrylic chairs that tastefully decorated your living room. “It’s a nice place. You’re lucky to live alone.”

You hummed, clearing a pile of papers off the couch so that she could sit. “Sure, I guess. It’s a lot lonelier than the dorm, but it is nice to have all the space to myself.”

“Right.” She sat obediently and accepted the petite cup of coffee that you pushed towards her. “So, what are we supposed to do for an hour?”

“I thought we could watch Netflix and grab some takeout,” you chuckled embarrassedly, reaching for the remote. “I can’t really cook, but I’ll pay for anything you want to order.”

Jennie should’ve asked for pizza, jajangmyeon, something inexpensive but universally enjoyable. But the more she looked at you, the more she realized that for all your effort, nothing she did could possibly break you. Making dinnner for you once, even becoming friends with you and pulling away again, wouldn’t change anything when everything she saw of you was... false. So she stood, made her way to the kitchen, and opened to the fridge. “I can cook. What have you got?”

“Oh, you don’t have to,” you protested and followed her over. “I’m serious, I can pay for anything you want.”

The rapper ignored you and frowned at a tub of kimchi. “How does kimchi jigae sound? You’ve got close to nothing in here.”

You were silent for a moment, but sighed and moved to open your cupboards. “Kimchi jigae sounds great. You’re going to be carrying this dinner, I hope you know.”

“That’s no problem,” Jennie chuckled, turning to you slightly. “By the way, have you got any soju?”

“I thought you’d have a better alcohol tolerance.”

“Why?” Jennie groaned, head clutched in her hands. The steam from the cup of coffee that she convinced Chaeyoung to buy for her was absolutely going to melt her makeup, but under the LED lights of the waiting room, she wasn’t sure she cared.

Lisa sighed and patted her shoulder softly as she passed by. “I mean, wasn’t there a month where you went to a different club every night? It’d be weird if you did that completely sober.”

Jennie frowned; she wished she could tell Lisa that she actually spent every night of that month huddled in the corner with a mocktail, hoping to the heavens that Dispatch didn’t burst their way inside and find her hiding. But she shook it off and replied flippantly, “Drinking a lot doesn’t increase everyone’s tolerance, believe it or not. Maybe Y/N just had really strong soju.”

Before the dancer could respond, Jisoo opened the door and popped her head inside. “Hey, guys, they’re ready for us to start filming. And, Jen-- you have a visitor.”

“Who?” she groaned in answer, struggling to her feet and wincing as she removed her sunglasses.

Her question was answered as she reached the stage, finding a familiar face among the camera directors. “Y/N?” she squinted.

“Hey, Jennie!” you shouted with your hands cupped around your mouth. The smile on your face was a little wider than usual, poked into your cheeks differently. It was pretty, Jennie realized, and more genuine. “Good luck!”

Before she could ask what you were doing, huddling with the cameramen while she prepared to film her first Queendom stage, she was called up on stage. But for once, Jennie could feel a smile tugging at her lips as she got into formation, a smile that she hadn’t been able to pull off for a while.

You startled her by cheering her name just before filming began, and inciting laughter from the crew. Some warm flower blossomed in her chest as Jennie spoke her first line, her voice more steady than it had ever been during practice.

As soon as she finished the first attempt at the group shot, Jennie bent down at the edge of the stage and beckoned you forward. “Hey. What’re you doing here?”

“I’m cheering you on, of course.” Jennie found a banner with her name on it in your hands as you approached, the tip of your nose cold from the air-con in the studio. “You did great.”

“Thanks,” she chuckled softly, feeling the banner between her fingertips. “Where’d you even get this?”

You shrugged, “Bought it. I had to make an account and all, so you better be feeling more energized.”

“I am.” Jennie herself was surprised at how true the statement was; for some reason, seeing your dyed hair in the crowd of cameras was like a shot of pure adrenaline, just more intense and gratifying. She smiled, “I am. It’s really nice of you to come, Y/N.”

“Of course,” you said, waving the banner around with a grin creasing in the corners of your eyes. “We’re girlfriends, after all. And I’m your friend.” At the call of a director, though, you stepped back. “I should let you film.”

“Y/N?” Jennie called after you. When you turned to face her again, Jennie allowed her customary gummy smile to take over her face as she said softly, “You can call me Jen. All my friends do.”

You were too far away for her to hear your answer, but the excited little jump you made as you walked back to your spot kept the grin on Jennie’s face as she stood again. She missed the relieved glances her members exchanged behind her back, but she could feel a new kind of energy coursing through her as the director started his countdown again. And-- she kind of liked it.

You hated the popular belief that idols who presented the sweetest, kindest version of themselves to the internet got absolutely no hate. Fans, family, managers-- they all believed that never letting your smile slip and never having a single scandal would protect an idol completely. When you were deciding on your persona for your debut, you thought the same, and so you forced yourself into the happy, positive personality that the world knew.

However, for all your effort, for all the things you had to endure with that same smile on your face, people hated you. They called you fake, tried their best to get under your skin just so they could see you fall. But it was too late to fight back, because that wouldn’t become the kind, sweet Y/N. It was too late to ask for help, and it was too late to let yourself cry.

When you met Jennie, you were determined to keep her on the outside of that precious mask you could never remove. After all, what would she understand? She did what she wanted to, didn’t care what people said about her, and she was strong. Jennie was as strong as you wished you could be, and you were sure that she would never understand. But the more that you saw her and the more that you talked to her, the more you understood that you were one and the same. That tough, carefree version of Jennie was what protected her, just like your perfectly engineered smile.

The first time you saw Jennie laugh, you knew that you were in deep. She didn’t know a single thing about you, but she was letting her walls down and letting you in-- or at least, the you she knew. But you liked her smile so much that you wanted to keep it there, at any cost. And maybe it meant sacrificing yourself.

“Are you ready?”

“For what? Walking through the street, undisguised enough that Dispatch will recognize us but no one else will?” At your pout, Jennie stopped her grumbling and laughed softly, still adjusting her scarf in the car mirror. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

A beat of silence passed as she grabbed your hand and led you out of the parking garage and onto Garosu-gil. “Hey. Y/N, I want to tell you something.”

“Yeah?”

“I... I’m glad it’s you.” Jennie squeezed your hand, her skin slightly cold with the wind blowing softly around the two of you. “I’m glad you’re the one I’m doing this with.”

You wished that she wouldn’t say that. You wished she’d feel anything else towards you-- contempt, hatred, even, despite everything you’d gone through just to become civil. But you squeezed back, flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Me too. You know, it’d be a lot worse if they set me up with a guy.”

“Why would they?” Jennie frowned in answer. “You came out on your own.”

“Unlike you, I didn’t prove it. You know Korea, you aren’t gay until you prove you are,” you sighed, scuffing your shoes against the cobblestones. “They wanted to set me up with a guy at first, but they decided that accepting YG’s offer for me to date you would be more beneficial.”

The other girl paused, and you didn’t quite dare to look up. “Oh. So you didn’t choose to help me, did you?”

You shook your head quietly, expecting Jennie to react badly. But she huffed out a breath and pushed your arm softly. “That’s okay. We’re friends, anyway, and it was hard for you to get us here already. I appreciate you, you know.”

Opening your mouth to respond, you noticed yet another camera flash, just between two buildings ahead of you. “What?” Jennie asked, following your gaze.

“I-- Don’t hate me for this, okay?” you whispered, stopping in the middle of the road. Before she could say anything, you placed your hands lightly on her jaw, pulling Jennie towards you; before your lips actually met, though, you gave her a second to pull away. Instead, she leaned forward just the slightest bit, barely enough to connect.

You didn’t quite dare to move, but Jennie’s hands rested on your waist and pulled you into her, just enough that your lips slotted together. You could barely hear the clicks of the camera, the warmth of the girl that you were kissing completely clouding your brain.

Before anything else happened, you released your grip and stepped away, lips suddenly cold. “I think that’s enough,” you whispered, linking your hands again and lowering your head.

Jennie laughed breathlessly and continued to stroll along when you prompted her to. “That’s all you have to say?”

“Um. Sorry?”

She only giggled harder at that, shoving you slightly. “What are you even sorry for? You’re a good kisser, Y/N.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, heat rising to your ears as you shoved her back. “How do you even say that with a straight face?”

“Hey, I had to listen to Lisa say ‘bitch I’m a star but not Patrick’, I think I can handle this,” Jennie joked. Despite all your effort not to, you found yourself staring at her smile again, losing yourself and any other worries bothering you in it, and her, once again.

Jennie frowned at her phone-- or actually, at the blankness of her texting history with you. After the little PR stunt at Garosu-gil, you hadn’t contacted her once, and she didn’t dare to surprise you at your apartment or properly ask you what was going on.

“Haven’t you heard the saying that a watched kettle never boils?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s a pot,” Jennie replied listlessly, still staring at her screen. “But I have heard it, yes. I’m just hoping the universe proves it false.”

Chaeyoung sighed and hugged her older member from behind, swaying back and forth. “Why don’t you just message her? Or go see her? Our manager won’t say anything about it if you just say it’s for PR.”

“It is,” Jennie frowned, turning to her member. The Australian girl raised an eyebrow, and Jennie bit her lip. “Okay. Maybe it isn’t.”

“It definitely isn’t,” Chaeyoung rolled her eyes. “I saw those kiss pics, you know. And no one kisses like that if it’s ‘just PR’. You like each other, unnie, and it’s time to face it.”

Jennie swatted Chaeyoung’s arm. “That’s so cheesy, shut up. But... do you really think I like her?”

“That’s a question for you to answer,” the younger girl pointed out. “But I’ve known you for close to a decade. If I’m right about this, and I’m sure I am, everything’s about to change for you.”

“Ugh, cheesy again,” Jennie groaned, but she stood hesitantly nonetheless. “But... I guess I’ll give it a shot.”

On her way down the stairs, the rapper dialed her manager on her phone and held it up to her ear while she waited for the dial tone to fade. “You’re driving me to Y/N’s house,” she said by way of greeting. “And it’s not just for PR.”

She was sure that no car ride had ever gone slower; Jennie fidgeted the entire way, cursing every bus that blocked her way and scowling as the sun began to set behind a set of buildings in the distance. The more she thought about it, the more definite it was-- she liked you, more than she thought she could like a person. And while that fact would’ve scared her, should’ve scared her, it didn’t. Because it was you, and nothing about you could scare her anymore.

Somehow, the process of buzzing herself in at the building’s front, taking the same elevator up to the 67th floor, and hurrying her way down blue-carpeted hallways had become familiar. Jennie knocked persistently on the door of your apartment and called out, “Hey, Y/N, let me in. It’s Jennie.”

It took a while for anything to happen, and Jennie was almost backing away by the time that the door finally cracked open. For once, the smile on your face was missing, replaced by a guarded, harsher expression than the other girl was used to seeing. “Jen. What’s up?”

“Uh,” she hesitated, “can I come in? I don’t think we can talk in the hallway.”

You looked like you wanted to say no, but with a pleading look from Jennie, you backed away and let the door swing open. Jennie shut it quietly, following you into the living room, where you stood with your arms crossed. “So. What can’t we talk about in the hallway?”

Jennie wanted to say outright the words that were beating in her throat, but the expression on your face alarmed her. You were like a stranger-- or, maybe, she realized that you had finally let your mask down. “I... Y/N, are you okay?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you responded. Suddenly, the roles were reversed; Jennie was the one reaching out for you, maybe even chasing after you, and you were somehow the one who was turning away.

“Okay,” Jennie said quietly. You were about to turn away, probably assuming that she was going to leave, but if Jennie had learned anything from you, it was that she couldn’t give up that easily if she wanted you to open up. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you,” you responded instantly. Your words only hurt more when you didn’t look up from the television, continuing, “I don’t want you, and I don’t want anything from you--”

“You don’t get to say that to me.” Anger was once again rushing through Jennie’s veins, though not the kind of anger she was used to experiencing. No, she wasn’t mad at your words in the slightest, or even offended-- she was simply pissed off about the fact that you were shutting her down, and she didn’t know why. “Not when you were the one who started this. Y/N, you wanted me once, you don’t get to go back on that without an explanation,” Jennie gritted her teeth, gripping your forearms in her hands.

You finally turned when she shook you lightly, your face blank. “What, I don’t get to shut myself down? You did it the entire time I was trying, giving my all so that you’d talk to me or even just be civil.”

Jennie pleaded, “You succeeded, didn’t you? You’re right that I was a total bitch when all you were trying to do was be nice and make this tolerable for the both of us, but you succeeded. Okay? You-- you’ve made your place in my heart, and I’m not even angry about it. I just... I just like you that much.”

A derisive scoff escaped your lips as you twisted your arms out of her reach, stepping away. “You like me? Jennie, you don’t even know me. This me, the smiles and boba and everything, it’s a facade.” You threw your hands up in the air, biting down on your lip before sighing out, “It’s fake. All of it.”

“I know it isn’t,” Jennie shook her head desperately. She searched your eyes, scanned the sea of the color she’d grown to love, for some semblance of the person she remembered kissing her. “Look, you kissed me. And I know it was for the cameras, but you can’t tell me that you felt nothing from it. Y/N, you’re a good liar, but you can’t lie to me, not about this.”

You were quiet at that, glancing down at the floor as if you had nothing to say. “I didn’t,” you finally answered, tone firm. “Maybe you did, but I--”

Unable to stop herself, Jennie rushed forward again and tugged you into another kiss, her hands scrunching into the hair splayed over your shoulders. She was almost afraid that you’d push her away, curse her and throw her out of your apartment, but she felt your lips moving against yours. She felt your hands splay on her back, and she felt tears slipping down your face.

When you finally did push her away, it was gentle, though you were rough when you wiped the tears off your face. Jennie wished you’d speak first, but she brought herself to speak. “If your smiles were fake, think of the real ones you brought to me. Even if my smiles were from your facade, that’s still a part of you. I know that though you weren’t trying to, you let me see the real you. And I’m willing to see the rest of you,” Jennie smiled, clasping your hands within hers. Sometime along the way, she’d started crying too, but the salt of those tears was almost honeyed on her lips. “If you want me to.”

“I do,” you sighed, accepting the kiss that Jennie pressed to your forehead with a teary smile. “I want nothing more than that, Jen. And-- I’m sorry.”

“Why?” she laughed, wiping the tears of your face so much gentler than you did. “I know what I want now. It’s you, and it has been you since you tried buying me a green juice in that damn coffee place. I like you, Y/N. So much.”

You tucked your face into the crook of her neck and snaked your arms around her waist again. “I like you too. More than I ever thought I could.”

And maybe, just maybe, you knew what you wanted too. Somehow, that mask you wore had long been tossed to the side. Somehow, each kiss pressed to your face by the girl you never knew you needed to find lingered on your skin like the touch of a miracle, and the smile on your face was finally, finally genuine like you had always wanted it to be.

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h0neyjaehyun · 4 years ago

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☁︎ 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ☁︎

Mark

Mark loves hugging Talia for some reason, something about her aura makes her seem so lovable

He likes her sitting next to him so he can hold her hand and play with her hair since its really soft

Another things is he likes to sleepover and cuddle her to sleep over at her room since it smells nice

When they hangout in his room when she is over at the 127 dorm he likes to have her laying on his lap in silence

When hes nervous he plays with her fingers or rings and lays her head on his shoulder and lays his head on hers

He whines when she leaves the hug to do work, especially in the winter since it cold

When he says he doesn't want to hug anymore she leaves to do something else, he captures her right back

"Im hot I dont wanna cuddle anymore." "Okay" *gets up to leave* "wait nevermimd COMEBACK PLEASE."

Pats her head a lot when she does a good job

When he backhugs her, he grabs her hips and shakes her back and forth it, amuses him

During fansigns he likes to sit next to her having an arm around her or holding her hand when they are not with fans, and claims her for a good couple minutes not before other members fight him

"Ya Mark hyung stop hogging her." "Am not" "ARE TOO" "AM NOT" *fight ensues*

Or in the waiting room, waiting to start a performance you can see Mark having a hand around her waist with his head on her shoulder looking at videos.

Renjun

Hugs her a lot on and off camera

When he grew more comfortable with her he likes to kiss her cheeks since they are squishy and when he is feeling mischievous he lightly bites them

"Squishy" *kisses them* *Tali thinks nothing of it* *not satisfied* *bites* "Ah NO-"

Likes it cling on to her when she wears cute things since he finds her adorable.

When she tries to hug him he playfully denies but when she doesn't continue (because she doesn't want to make him uncomfortable) she goes to another member then he grabs her and hugs her saying he wants them now.

Has a limb around her at most times unless the other members beat him to it.

Then if she is wearing something revealing he likes to hide her by a big hug when he doesnt have a jacket.

When she's nervous she caresses his birthmark on his hand and lays her head on his shoulder

Gives her piggy back rides when she is tired and honestly worried that he is able to since she is really light and wants her to gain weight

During dream promotions they nap together in the car, lounge etc.

Likes to braid her hair or do her makeup and he does it pretty well

Sometimes gets jealous of other members when they hug her first or too long

"AY You hugged her enough come here Tali." "NO DONT LISTEN TO HIM" "HAECHAN LET GO OF HER" "NEVER-"

Jeno

Likes to pick her up a lot since she is smaller than him

*looks down at Tali* *Tali minding her own business* *picks her up* "ah wait-" *spins* "NO-"

Likes to squish her cheeks a lot when she pouts

When they are sitting he likes to either have her on his lap or between his legs so be can backhug her

Then he likes to kiss her head for when she is feeling down, or when they are in a peaceful place.

Likes to hold her hand a lot as her hands are smaller compared to his and he finds it adorble

*holds hand* "hm?" *( ◜‿◝ )* "cute"

When he has trouble sleeping he likes to go to her side/room and sleep with her as she cuddles him to sleep or sings.

And in airports he likes to engulf her in a bear hug so fans won't pull her away/she wont get lost/ just to keep her safe.

She likes to squish his cheeks when he smiles.

When she cant reach something she says up up and he picks her up by the waist so she can grab it

Then when ever she is bored she would poke Jeno's mole which makes them both smile

Then he has his hand on her back guiding her during award ceremonies

Lots of piggy back rides between these two.

One of her pillows

Nap in the lounge all the times together if not with Jeno then she goes to Renjun

Haechan

Has a limb on her at all times, or just a member away from her.

Loves to kiss her cheeks and vice versa, she find his skin so pretty she finds it hard not to kiss it

Hugs her all the time front/backhug/side etc

Always kissing her hand aswell, holds it with Jeno fighting for it when she is working and using her other hand to write or type something

My girl is just unbothered

He likes to specifically kiss her pinky for some reason

Has this thing for her legs, likes to lay on them, message them, when hes protective as a hand on her thigh and glares at the guy

Always jealous when a member has her for "too long"

"Ya Jisung GIVE HER" "NO I ONLY HAD FOR FOR 10 MINUTES SHE JUST GOT BACK HOME" "IM OLDER" "SO?" "SO?!"

Tali gives him a lot of head pats which he enjoys since he feels accomplish

Then when Tali tries to leave their cuddles session to go to a schedule not with him he whines

"Haechanie I have to go-" "Nooo" "Yes I have to go-" "NooooOOOO COMEBACK PWEASSE-"

Then he gets so dramatic when she leaves for a tour for Blackpink since he won't see her a couple months or weeks.

During tours she rooms with Haechan or he whines so much to the members dislike and if he doesnt room with his noona he will break in and take her.

During Mv shoots she usually goes up to Haechan and huddles up to him when its cold, he takes advantage of that time.

In the waiting room you can see if Tali is not sleeping Haechan will be sleeping on top of her, while she is softly scratching his scalp relaxing him to make him fall asleep

Jaemin

Let me tell you....this man is clingy to her.

Like he treats her like a princess and knows how to treat a girl, but he cant hold back

Like Haechan, he likes to kiss her cheeks and etc and thats how he shows his love to her

This man got them in a scandal on how he treats her but some people can't blame them its precious

He likes to tackle her with hugs, for example the level of aggressiveness he tackles her in different situations

One level is when she is back from a tour without them he tackles her to the ground another is when she leaves without a word then its when she loses balance now thats a 50% chance she will fall

He likes to use her as his personal pillow in the dorm/ in the louge when he takes a nap/ in the car etc

Will be one of the people to be right next to her when going somewhere to protect her

When he feels clingy he goes to her because he KNOWS she doesn't have the heart to deny him but knows she has a limit and doesn't cross it

This boy is possessive with her and cuddles, so he always fights Haechan or...all members

"Haechan let go, give her-" "No" "I- LET GO" "NO." *Haechan gets tackled*

When she wears revealing clothes he is always behind her either hugging her/covering her and sometimes tugs down the clothes

Or goes infront of her and button ups the clothes because if she does it she will get scolded

Then for fan service or to amuse him since he sometimes does it in the dorm he grabs a piece of hair and kisses it then smirks at her while she gives him either a blank or a flustered face

Likes to tickle her to her death doesn't stop until she says yes to her eating dessert with him when she is on diets.

Chenle

Was very very clingy towards her during trainee and debut years but got less but still clingy

A lot of hand holding an Chenle putting his head on her lap or shoulder

Fights anyone who tries to steal her away from him like Jaemin, Haechan ...well everyone

"Jaemin Hyung, no shes mine!" "No" "No?" "No" *silence* *fight breaks out*

When she gets quiet its not like she's never not he would always go next to her and accompany her while the chaos ensues

When she is over at his house he is always had a limb on her as he wants to spend as much time with her before the members come in

Always admires her eyes, so when she makes eye contact its hold for 5 minutes until she gets embarrassed which makes him hug her and say sorry

*makes eye contact* *gets embarrassed* "Oh IM SORRY, your eyes are so pretty...cute."

When he takes naps its usually with him on her

Will literally drag her out of bed so she can go out with him

Likes to mess with her hair and put ping tails which he finds adorble

When they are out together, they either have pinkys intertwined or hands, and if in a more crowded place has his arm around her shoulder or waist

Will cling on to her during hard times to feel reassurance that shes there

Jisung

He LOVES head pats from her

Its usually goes Tali laying on her bed and her hand is in the air fiddling with her rings

Then Jisung comes in and outs his head under her hand which makes her look at an adorble jisung wanting her attention which she starts petting his hair

Then he climbs on the bed and has trapped her in his limbs, unlikes Haechan she cant escape from his hugs

*put his head under her hand* *tali pets his hair* *traps her in his limbs* "i feel like this was a trap" *cutely nods*

Random ik but she made a baggett for him once when he asked Jaemin she just offered since she was making bread anyway and was waiting for the dough to rise

Likes to backhug her a lot since she smaller compared to him in height factor and honestly just wants to protect her like she protected him

Backhugs are the main part of this relationship, when she cooks for him its like a thank you

Likes to kiss her head since its more subtle then kissing her cheek

Tali loves squishing his cheeks and he lets her, since it makes her happy it also makes Jaemin jealous

"Squish squish" *smiles down at her* *Jaemin sulking in the back*

They fix each other hair, but mostly him fix her hair and him feeling accomplished afterwards

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theinkedfoxsl · 2 years ago

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3:00AM - Finding Hope

Bad Word - Panicland

BOYFREN - LoveLeo

urs - NIKI

Kiss and Make Up - Dua Lipa + BLACKPINK

Young God - Halsey

that's just how it goes - ROLE MODEL

I Found - Amber Run

Oh No! - MARINA

Villain - Stella Jang

3:00 AM: Hien Sun-Heimdall

"Baby, if I could tell you, if I could tell you How much I care I'm in despair Are you still there? (Just tell me) Just tell me, how we can make this work? How we can make this work?"

"'Cause baby, if I find a way I'm sure of it this love won't stray Just give me a chance to say I love you And I need you Now are you here to stay Or fade away like every other day? You're the reason that I lie awake."

Bad Word: Kisa Giraldo

"Hey, hey, every touch is a trap I know you got the best of me But the rest is up for grabs So blah, blah, your favorite noise So baby, say my name until you losing your voice."

"Show me what you got, got Let it roll right off your tongue, tongue Hit me with your best shot Tell me off, tell me off, tell me off."

BOYFREN: Gabriel Levesque

"I'm bored and I'm outta my mind Fingers crossed I hope that I'll be fine Doing my best to make it rhyme (Now I'm) Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin' out of time Bet you think your boyfriend's cool 'cause he's got nice clothes Wonder who he saw wearin' those (me) I really think that you should break up with him soon."

"I come through (oh no) Like a wreckin' ball And break these walls (oh God) That you kept him to And I can't sleep (oh no) The night I slept with you And I can't say (oh God) That I'm in love with you."

urs: Basil

"Tryna find where your head is But I'm losing myself in the process You're bad for my health All the good nights Are they hidden goodbyes in disguise? I never know You come see me only when I ask first When you kiss me, do you wish it were her? The best at being the worst But fuck sake, I'm already yours, mmm Sad to say, I'm already yours, oh."

"Half-past midnight your half-assed texts make sure I keep crawlin' back for more Know you didn't, but I'm hoping you lost your phone Prolly with her but I'll act like I didn't know I can't let it show, I want nothing more than to call you up So instead I'll just call your bluff, like Fuck this charade, enough is enough, but no Stick around even if it's just for the temporary show."

Kiss & Make Up: Galin Maher

"We haven't talked all morning Bang my head, bang my head against the wall I'm scared, I'm falling Losing all, losing all my control And I'm tired of talking Feel myself saying the same old things But this love's important Don't wanna lose, don't wanna lose you this way."

"Touch me like you touch nobody Put your hands all up on me Tired of hearing sorry Kiss and make, kiss, kiss and make up How about we leave this party? 'Cause all I want is you up on me Tired of hearing sorry Kiss and make, kiss, kiss and make up Kiss, kiss and make up Kiss and make, kiss, kiss and make up."

Young God: Khristine Ranble

"He says, "Ooh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs And if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight"."

"But do you feel like a young god? You know the two of us are just young gods And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath And they're running, running, running."

thats just how it goes: Adelheid Ziegler

"You'll sleep with friends of mine I'll sleep with people I don't like And I'll always wanna call But you won't wanna waste your time I'll see you in the street And you'll try not to look at me And I'll miss how it used to be I know."

"And I don't want to Have to wonder where you are If you're at my favorite bar, oh You shouldn't have to Miss a party 'cause I'm there But I think we're well aware This is always how it goes."

I Found: Emil Baudelaire, specifically the DnD version.

"I'll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind And I'll use you as a focal point So I don't lose sight of what I want And I've moved further than I thought I could But I missed you more than I thought I would And I'll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind."

"And I'll use you as a makeshift gauge Of how much to give and how much to take I'll use you as a warning sign That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be Right in front of me Talk some sense to me."

Oh No!: Alee Destan

"One track mind, one track heart If I fail, I'll fall apart Maybe it is all a test 'Cause I feel like I'm the worst So I always act like I'm the best."

"TV taught me how to feel Now real life has no appeal It has no appeal, it has no appeal It has no appeal, it has no appeal It has no appeal."

Villian: Ohm Ambros, specifically with Tartaglia in mind as well.

"Because I’m a villain, why pretend that it isn’t true? didn’t realize what an awful little devil I could be. so what? You’re a villain, why pretend that it isn’t you? It’s nice to meet the demon breathing every breath you breathe, because."

"We all pretend to be the heroes on the good side but what if we’re the villains on the other? we all pretend to be the heroes on the good side but what if we’re the villains on the other?"

#Lane's OCs #>Basil #which is an until dawn oc i dont ever talk about #>Ohm Ambros #>Alee #>Emil(dnd)#>Heidi #>Khristine #>Galin #>Gabriel #>Hien #>Kisa #long post

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scrtxai · 4 years ago

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BOKURA NO MONOGATARI (BLACKPINK X FEMALE READER)

Blackpink members : Roseanne Park x Fem reader

Genre: Angst, Hanahaki Au, Adapted from Anonymous by Kaito (Vocaloid)

Grammar mistakes ahead

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STORY #1: ANONYMOUS

credit to the owner

I'm on my knees, getting the papers that scattered on the floor. It's not just a paper...

I was standing alone in the room, papers everywhere and still waiting for someone.

It was a letter from me to her

My crush...

Roseanne Park

I knew she never notice my existant. I'm just an anonymous. An anonymous fell in love with a blonde tall girl. The popular girl in my school but I'm scared that she will say I'm such a creep if she knows that I'm watching her from a far.

As I trying to get the letter, the wind gushing making the letter fly away and getting myself struggle until my body on the floor with huffed comes out from my mouth, annoyed with wind.

After done I collected all the letters...

My final letters...

I take my coat and scarf, get ready to send all of these letters to her. I walk to the park beside Han river, the leaves started to fall knowing this month will be in autumn season. The wind became a bit cold and I looking around, taking a chance for the last time I saw all of this beautiful environment.

But she is more beautiful than this...

I walk again and I remember how joyful she is here, enjoying the beauty scenery of Han river with her best friend. I decided to put my first letter on the branch then I walk away.

I went to the playground, sitting on the playground swing alone. This is the place where the first time I saw her. The first eyesights of hers which make my heart started to fluttered. The playground swing also her favourite place she likes to play. I sigh as I knew she is barely here. I had waiting for her about years but she never notice about me. I get up from the swing and put my second letter at the chain, tying it up and leave the playground.

I was standing alone on the pedestrian bridge. This is the place where Rosé loves enjoying the beautiful scenery of the house and the vehicles passing by below her. The pedestrian bridge were above the road and she loves to watching it without knowing the reasons why.

I coughing badly as the disease taking over me once again and yes I forgot to say something... But I don't want to tell it. I ignore something in my hand and make it fly away. I make the paper plane and the wind hitting my pale face, the cold makes my muscle face numb and a bit pain. My hair waving and I think it's a good time to let my third letter fly in the sky and hopefully she will notice it.

"Right now..."

I was standing at the house. Which it's her house. I knew it's creepy when I standing here but I just want to send final letter to her. I feel my breath hitched and short. My heartbeat fastened feeling something piercing. My eyes started blurring but I must to endure the pain. I put my final letter into her mailbox and walk away leaving alone. I know she's not home yet because she hangout with her friends and her boyfriend, Chanyeol.

Well... I feel my time is near...

I look into the sky with tears on my cheeks. My love actually were unrequited and I hate the fact this disease of mine cannot be cured.

I let it taking over me and I'm gladly to be gone...

Who am I to force her to love me?

Did you forgot?

I'm just an anonymous to her?

She will never know my name at all

No... She will never know my name...

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"Hey, I found something!" Thai girl saw a letter on the branch. The blonde look and she take the letter from her best friend. Rosé open the letter and read it.

"It's been running through my mind

I wanna say it one more time

But when I try to speak the words just fly away from me"

- An Anonymous

"Wow, this person must have a hard time" Lisa said to her. Rosé felt something unpleasant but sometimes it's make the blonde determined. "It must have something behind this letter" Rosé said. Lisa shrugged off as she lazy to thunk about it.

They went to the playground and wanted to play swing, Rosé saw a paper tied on the chain. She take it and she look it was another letter.

"So I'm taking the chance to write it down

And send it out into this lonely town

And hope that you'll see it somehow"

- An Anonymous

"Another letter? What the heck?" Lisa look at the letter and obviously it from the unknown person. Rosé take the first letter and she read both of it, trying to solve those mysterious letter.

They walk along the street on their way to going home after buying the foods for dinner, Rosé saw a paper plane flying through her and fell on the floor. She taking it and open it.

Again... Another letter from an anonymous.

"I know that I could never hide

The little things I felt inside

And like the days grew long it just kept growing stronger

So if one day it finally reaches you

And you can feel what I was feeling too

Remember what I said to you"

- An Anonymous

Another letter makes Rosé felt so determined. What is the meaning behind this letter? A lot of questions pop out inside her mind like fireworks.

"Can you just throw that letter and let's go home in happily?" Lisa irritated with Rosé as the blonde busy with the letters. Lisa sigh as blonde become addicted to the unknown letters.

As they come home The Ambulance passing by then stopped about three house gap away from theirs. The employees rushing and they went inside the house. Rosé felt something went wrong. She ever knew that house. It was a lonely girl in her school. She don't know her name at all but she felt something strange about that lonely girl. She walk towards that house and she saw that lonely girl on the stretch, taking away by the employees in rushing. The mother crying a lot as the ambulance started driving away.

"That girl must be sick" Lisa said standing beside Rosé. Rosé just sigh and she asking Lisa to come inside her house now because it's getting dark outside.

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The time went fast and the news spread like wildfire. What the news about?

Well the lonely girl, Kwon Y/N, died because of disease.

They felt sympathy with the mother. Y/N was the best student in the high school and she's the one and only child. The hope of the school and now there is no more best student. No one could beat Y/N's geniuses but the fate are cruel as Y/N were no longer to lived.

Rosé says sorry to the mother. The mother just sadly smiles and she told Rosé that she accept her child's gone.

As Rosé reach her home, she open her mailbox and saw an unknown letter. Her eyebrow raising in determination. She take that letter and going inside her house.

The night comes, Rosé take out the envelope and she read the letter. As she read the letter, her hand covered her mouth and her eyes started glossy.

"Dear Rosé,

I know it's a bit stupid letter I ever made knowing myself that you will never read it at all.

I wanted to say that I like you. I fell in love with you at the first sights. I saw your beautiful smile happily playing together with your friend at the play ground make my heart fluttered. At first, I try question myself if I have feelings on you. I tried to deny but it failed.

The more you appeared, the more my feelings on you grower. Every single day, I waited for you at the play ground but it seems you barely there, I saw you at the park near Han River. You loves to enjoy the freshness of air at the park.

I thought I can get to know you at the park so I try waiting for you at the park and unfortunately, you were never seen at all.

It does not mean I will giving up. I remember the time you always standing alone at the pedestrian bridge above the road. You always been there every evening, watching the vehicles passing by. I don't know why you did that but who am I to judge people?

Then I thought you will be there to the next day but yeah it's still the same thing.

You were never seen over and over again.

I always put the chocolates and sweet letter inside your locker. I feel happy as your smiles created on your face as you read that letter I gave to you. I think it maybe my chance to make you notice me so I did it everyday.

But the things turned...

The day where you and the popular basketball player guy started dating. You thought all this day, it was him who gave those chocolates and sweet letters. But you don't know...

He just did that only once...

My heart broken into pieces knowing you were straight. I huffed in lose but my feelings on you still strong.

And it hurts me.

The day by day, disease started to taking over me. It comes out of nowhere and it's funny that when I coughing, it have flower petals? I laughed myself that I cough the beautiful flower petals.

It's rose petals.

And it so painful

The thorn, the roots and the flower started growing leaving me coughing. I can't deny it. This is because my feelings on you still inside my heart. This disease appeared as my love for you unrequited.

I can't blame you because you don't know me at all.

I'm just an anonymous to you.

Every single day the flowers blooming, making me cried in pain but I didn't mind at all. I deserves to have this rather than get humiliate by people.

I rather die in bloom than die in human's harsh words.

Yes I'm gay for you and I secret it. Only myself know about my sexuality. I better kept it because people are cruel in other way.

For the last words I write this letter to you, I wanted to say that I love you more than anything. I hope you be happy with him and always be.

If you find this message that I left behind. You'll know that time has pulled me away from you and though I know who you are and I am far away, I love you all the same.

Even though you will never know my name..

If you find this world is leaving you behind and feel like time is pulling away from you, Just believe in who you are and know that far away...

I love you all the same.

- Y/N (An Anonymous)

She finally realise something, All these days, Rosé always thought that Chanyeol gave sweet letters and chocolates to her everyday but her thought was wrong.

She finally knows that an anonymous who gave the letter to her is from Y/N. All of these things that she had was from Y/N herself. She cried more and mistakes taking over her. She felt guilt the she was the cause of Y/N's death. Rosé look at the night sky and closing her eyes. Her heart started to feel the pain and her breath hitched.

"I finally know your name"

Rosè smiles with eyes closed knowing Y/N looking at her from above smiling at her.

She once again opened her eyes, smiling at the sky.

"I finally know your name, Y/N"

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#blackpink x reader #blackpink fanfic #blackpink au #rosé x reader #vocaloid #angst #hanahaki #blackpink angst #rose x reader #blackpink #blackpink oneshots

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justcallmefox89 · 4 years ago

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Truth or Dare Part 1

It’s Arianthi’s birthday and Diavolo has decreed she can have anything the Devildom can provide. She requests a slumber party at the House of Lamentation; her, the brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos.

Written from the perspective of my female OC, Arianthi.

Some suggestive content and a little bit of feel good fluff - things every good sleepover should have.

I’m adding a different mood playlist to each installment of this series, just songs that I listened to while writing and feel embody each part of the story.

Lizzo - Boys

Blackpink - Boombayah

The Struts - Primadonna Like Me (Definetly Asmo’s song lol)

Fozy Shazam - Holy Touch

Jonathan Young ft. Travis Carte (cover) - Hello Kitty

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“Come on Luke it’s going to be a lot of fun!” I grab the smaller angel’s hands and swing him around in a wide circle.

“Put me down! I’m not some little kid!” Luke struggles to pull away and I finally release him, a wide smile on my face.

Simeon wraps an arm around Luke’s shoulders and gives him a squeeze. “Come on Luke, it’s Arianthi’s birthday. You can at least pretend to be happy.”

“I am happy.” Luke gives a grumpy glare at the floor. “I just don’t understand why we have to spent the night here. With all these disgusting demons. In this disgusting house.”

“Aww is the chihuahua not having fun?” Mammon elbows Luke and Simeon out of the way to wrap an arm around my waist.

Luke clenches his fists and glares up at Mammon. “I! AM! NOT! A! CHIHUAHUA!”

“He’s just teasing,” Simeon chuckles good naturedly.

I wrap my arms around Mammon’s waist and give him my best puppy dog eyes. “Please Mammon, no teasing tonight. You promised. I want Luke to have fun too.”

Mammon flushes a furious red and clears his throat loudly. “O-o-of course. You MY human after all. You can count on THE great Mammon to make this birthday your best yet.”

He puffs his chest out as I give him on last squeeze. “You really are the best Mammon. Can you go help Satan with the food? I know Beel and Belphie said they would but......”

“You can count on THE great Mammon.” He says, walking towards the kitchen with a slight swagger in his step.

I wish she wouldn’t baby that chihuahua so much, he thinks as he walks to the kitchen. That’s MY human after all, why does he need her to protect him? Why does she care so much if he has a good time? I’m her first man, she should be worrying about me.

I turn excitedly to Simeon and Luke. “Diavolo and Barbatos are already in the living room with Lucifer and Solomon if you guys want to go hang out with them. I have to go drag Levi out of his room and get ready with Asmo real quick and then we’ll all be ready to go.”

“Take your time Arianthi,” Simeon says with a kind smile. “We know the way.” He takes a slightly resistant Luke by the elbow and starts towards the study.

She’s always so kind, to all of us. I appreciate the way she looks out for Luke too, even when she doesn’t have to, Simeon thinks as he lead Luke to the living room, the memory of Arianthi’s bright smile causing something in his chest to tighten and an unfamiliar feeling to flutter in his stomach.

I bound up the stairs. I really do need to get Levi and Asmo but first I need to make a pit stop by one of the brother’s rooms. I gently try his doorknob and give a relieved sigh when the door swings open. I close the door quietly behind me and make my way inside. I ruffle through the clothes on his bed, then quickly scan through his closet.

Aha! This is perfect. I hope he like’s seeing me in this.

It’s my birthday and the present I want most hinges on this plan working later tonight. I hear the growing sound of voices from downstairs.

Time to go.

I stop by my room long enough to throw my prize onto my bed, then make my way to Levi’s room. I step inside and take a minute to allow my eyes to adjust to the dim blue glow that lights up Levi’s room. He’s at his computer, headphones on, completely oblivious to my presence.

Of course.

I roll my eyes, but I’m not annoyed. I smile as I skip towards his desk chair and gently remove his headphones.

“Hey!” He turns to me, furious at first, then flushing as he realizes my hands are gently cupping his cheeks.

“Come on Levi! It’s slumber party time,” I say, releasing his cheeks and gently tugging at his hand.

He slouches further down in his chair, still blushing furiously. “Don’t make me. You know I hate parties.”

“Oh.” I try to keep the disappointment out of my voice. I plop down on the floor in front of his computer chair. “It’s just us Levi. And Diavolo and Barbatos and the angels and Solomon. No strangers. I really think you’ll have a lot of fun.”

I look up at him pleadingly, but his facial expression says he remains unconvinced. I heave a deep sigh.

He’s my bestie. I really want him there, but I’m not going to force him if he doesn’t want to.

“It’s ok, Levi. I won’t make you come; I don’t want you to be unhappy or uncomfortable,” I tell him as I stand up. I reach out and squeeze his hand again. “But if my Lord of Shadows does decide to make an appearance later on tonight I’d be super happy.”

I turn to go but Levi doesn’t let go of my hand. His gaze remains firmly on the floor and he’s still tomato red.

“R-really?” He asks quietly.

I nod enthusiastically. “Of course! Henry can’t have a real birthday party without his BFF!”

Levi shuffles to his feet reluctantly. “OK. Anything for my own personal Henry.”

I give him a long hug. “Thank you Levi.”

He nods shyly. “I was even able to track down some of those normie movies you wanted on Akuzon.”

“Oh my god Levi! You’re amazing!” I hug him again. “I have to go get ready with Asmo, but can you go down and get those set up while I do that?”

“Yeah. Which one do you want first?” He asks.

“You pick. You’re the genius who was able to track down my contraband, you should get first dibs!” I grin as him as I hurry out of his room.

She’s such a good BFF, even if she is a normie, Levi thinks, gathering up Arianthi’s movies. I know she’ll never want anything more with a yucky otaku like me but......

He shakes his head firmly, banishing that thought as he makes his way downstairs.. She’s my Henry, and that’s good enough for me.

“Asmo! I’m so sorry I’m late I was trying to get everyone else ready to go!” I call out as I barge into his room.

“No worries gorgeous! I’m just putting the finishing touches on your outfit for the night!” He calls out from his bathroom.

“You got me an outfit?” I ask, laying down on his bed and inhaling the scent of his delicious cologne.

“Of course darling. It’s your birthday after all, and you can’t just wear anything to a slumber party full of demons. Especially if I’m by your side.” Asmo winks at me as he sweeps into his bedroom, holding a bundle of lace and silk in his arms.

“Oh Asmo,” I breathe, completely taken in by his appearance. He’s wearing silk pajamas perfectly tailored to his body, in a soft peach that compliments his complexion, curls perfectly mussed.

“You love?” He does a quick twirl for me.

I quickly snatch a soft pink rose from a bouquet by his bed. I walk over and gently tuck it behind one of his ears, smoothing back his curls a little.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” I say softly.

He gives me a coy wink even though a light blush dusts his cheeks. “You think tonight’s the night I’ll be able to cuddle a little closer to Diavolo? Or maybe even you, my darling?”

I give him a gentle shove and laugh. “We’ll never find out if we don’t get downstairs, so show me this outfit you came up with.”

He holds it up proudly. “It’s going to be perfect with your hair and that gorgeous complexion of yours. And your eyes will absolutely pop. Not to mention these curves.” He runs a hand suggestively down my side, slipping smooth fingers under the hem of my t-shirt.

I quickly step out of my clothes and allow Asmo to help me with the various lace details and straps, before finally slipping into a short black silk robe.

“Damn Asmo.” I whisper as I look at my reflection in his mirror.

“Right?!” He squeals as he comes to stand behind me, smoothing my long black curls before adjusting a headband to keep my hair away from my face.

The headband has adorable furry cat ears in the same shade of emerald green as the barely there lace lingerie I’m wearing. The green highlights my eyes and seems to make skin glow. The lace bra and panties hug my curves just right, while detracting from the things Asmo knows I’m self conscious about. The silk of the robe whispers along my skin, and a pleasant shiver crawls up my spine.

“Satan is going to go absolutely crazy for you in these ears Arianthi,” Asmo whispers against my neck. “And Mammon will lose his mind with jealousy at everyone seeing his human in this state. Gorgeous and vulnerable.”

His hands ghost along my hips, barely touching me. “You will absolutely have all of us at your mercy tonight my dear. You're enough to even tempt Simeon to sin.” Asmo trails a finger along the curve of one of my breasts.

I step away and give him a cheeky grin. “It’s not fair for you to be the only temptation at this sleepover. It’s my party after all.”

Asmo giggles and holds out his hand. “Ready to go sin a little my dove?”

I bite my lower lip and take his hand, “Absolutely.”

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sanstropfremir · 4 years ago

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please let me join the dance conversation since it's the form of art i am actually the most interested in. i've been dancing as a kid for 6 years, and i don't mean to say that that gave me any type of authority in the domain, but it did leave me with the slight ability to recognize a good performance (or whatever makes a good performance to me, personally) and a great appreciation for valueing dancing as acting, like you said. too often i've seen dance ranking videos from actual life-long dancers who value technical skill above anything else. even if they take into consideration the facial expressions, it doesn't hold much weight and that always lowkey pissed me off. because when i am watching a performance, i care way more about the emotional delivery rather than the technical one. of course, this is not to disregard skill, because emotion without skill just ends up messy. good enough to appreciate as a form of authentic self-expression, but still messy, and mess won't make you a good dancer.

i've really enjoyed seeing you say dancing and acting have a mutual component since i've always felt that way too but never knew how to put it in words. two groups that come in mind when thinking about this are blackpink and itzy, i have no idea how familiar you are with them so i'm sorry if the following come across as foreign to you. but i gotta say, regarding bp, i think there's always been discourse over lisa vs rose as the best dancer. technically, everybody knows lisa is miles ahead, and i have to say she has decent stage presence and some pretty nice facial expressions too (taking into consideration how limited bp's concepts have been so far). rose, on the other hand, has a certain style that appeals to a specific audience (which i am not a part of, her lack of body control is so irritating sometimes) but i can see why some would find her charming. i would say her stage presence is decent too, but i can't help but choose lisa over her, and not just because i'm biased. but because in order to be a true dancer, you need the right balance between technique and emotion that gives your performance that star-value and appeal. and let's be real, kpop is really lacking in that "true dancer" department.

another dancing discourse that goes on is in the itzy fandom, where fans are pitting yeji and chaeryeong against each other. their techniques are quite different but they are each very good in their respective style. now, i've seen people call yeji the better "idol dancer" since she has better developed facial expressions, and chaeryeong the better "overall dancer" since people value her technique more. and i'm just like, no. emotion makes or breaks a dancer. everyone can learn technique, but emotion is hard to fake, and when you do, the non-authenticity is very much obvious.

that's why i love san as a dancer. he might not be the most technically skilled, but he is skilled enough to hold his own. and his way of living in the performance, of just letting every feel of the song wash over him and show the audience 110% and more - nothing compares to that, no amount of technicality. stage presence is something you just have, and no matter how much you train for it, you will pale in comparison to a natural.

wow, this is really long so thank you if you take the time to read it all and respond. english is not my first language and sometimes i'm having trouble finding the right words to get my point across exactly how i think of it in my mind, so i hope the message is delivered accurately, haha :D also, i must add i love the way you talk, your speech has a flow and a uniqueness to it you don't find everyday. and we love a developed vocabulary<3 may i ask how old you are?

thank you for the compliment, thats very sweet of you! english is my native language and i have spent just as much time, if not longer doing academics as i have doing performance work so at this point ive developed a very specific style. there’s a joke that theatre design is 90% communication and only 10% design, and it’s not wrong. it helps that i like to talk and my brain works very fast sometimes.

im glad you took the time to write this out! and don't apologize for your english, it's excellent and very clear. you are correct i know very little about blackpink and itzy but i would likely agree with you, dance is equal parts emotion and technique and that is my preference in idols as well. but i don’t think that the kpop industry needs to have ‘true’ dancers, though. yes it is fun to watch those who are technically and charismatically gifted in dance, it is only a portion of the experience that they market. also i think we lose a bit of objectivity in kpop because all idols are required to dance, but i dont think ive seen one recently that's a legitimately bad dancer. even the ‘worst’ dancers that i can think of are still leagues better than the average person on the street, but we see them as ‘bad’ because they work directly alongside peers who are legitimately gifted and have a passion for dance as a form.

it's interesting to hear you say that everyone can learn technique but emotion is hard to fake, because i hear a lot of dancers say that. i think this comes from a misunderstanding of what exactly acting is and how it works. i would argue that a statement closer to the sentiment that you (and many others) are trying to get is ‘not everyone can do both at the same time.’ the average person is no more predisposed to acting then they are to dance, because acting is a skill that can be taught and exercised in the same way dance can. sure, there are people that have a higher latent ability, but if you put in the work, you can learn. why do you think there are acting classes and schools and conservatories? you can get a doctorate in acting if you really want to. the thing about acting is that in order to be good at it, you have to both understand and be able to implement the correct postures for mimicking human emotion. this is an insanely complex task when you get down to the brass tacks of it. just think about your face and body posture for a moment. why are you sitting/standing in that particular way? why is your face in that particular expression? what do you think your posture is saying to someone who is observing you? how would you change it if you wanted the person to start a conversation with you? if you wanted them to leave you alone?

there’s also a general assumption that acting comes from a place of genuine or authentic emotion, and this is the fault of modern ‘method’ film acting. i have a very long thesis about how much i hate method acting and i can make a separate post about that if people are curious. but suffice to say, acting very rarely comes from a ‘genuine’ place. it may be informed from a genuine place, but by nature it is not real. thats what makes it acting. and i think dancers seem to be under the impression that showing emotion while dancing has to come from the dancer personally feeling those emotions, when thats not the case at all. this criminal fancam is a perfect example of exactly how good taemin is at putting on a character for a performance. you can very clearly see him drop character after the main camera cuts, and pretty much any concert footage shows this as well.

now, being able to do both a complex system of physical movements with your body and also control the minute details and timing in your facial muscles and posture? thats pretty fuckin hard. not a lot of people can do that, it takes just as much practice as learning technique does, just not in the way that people might think. but it is possible.

#jaehyuntrack #kpop questions #oh and also im 25 #it says in my bio lol #i have SO MANY opinions on authenticity in art and performance i could literally go on for hours #im of the opinion that no art is truly authentic because if it was it would never reach an audience #this is a NUCLEAR grade hot take in contemporary art school trust me i have been in so many arguments at the pub about this #anyways if people want to hear more about that then let me know i guess #holy fucking shit i write so much i hope that the people reading these actually find this interesting #im assuming that people are reading these; i do not blame you if you do not #this is very long #and full of me dumping my opinions everywhere #im not gonna tag this as kingdom because its not really about that but maybe i should make like a general kpop opinions tag or something #for people to blacklist so they dont have to see my text walls #thats a later problem #kpop analysis #text #kingdom asks

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neo-shitty · 3 years ago

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toffee!

yeah same, i follow some fic accs that occaisionally post smut and its like mmmmm is the fluff writing enough to balance the posts that gives me finger burn trying to scroll past it? but yeah thats probably the way to go

ah i wasnt there for the teaser but i can imagine that was tantalising. lmaoo yes but to be fair i do have a writing acc called channiesbigheart so... balancing it out? but i absolutely am whipped beyond belief. it was a TRAVESTY how COULD they have. yeah the b sides gave him more lines but they werent the ones that were performed over and over at stages. yessss the line distribution in this album is impeccable, im pretty sure the thunderous stuff was some of their best distribution

hehe i can understand that, sometimes putting someone in a situation so horrible it would be considered a violation of human rights is theraputic, ya know? mmmm the differences are a bit nuts, it was 14 degrees today and in less than a week its going to be 32 or smth. BROOO that would be legendary, i bet theyd treat their artists rlly well and have great music as well ahhh but its a lot of work adn commitment. yES that is a mood if ever i heard one.

its the same in australia as well, sadly, you have people who hold up harry styles and lil nas x for breaking gender roles and wearing make up adn steryotypical womens clothing (and keep in mind i have infinite respect for both of them theyre honestly doing so much for the de-dehumanising of gay people and those who wear whatever they want), and calling the kpop boys gay and other things for doing the same thing, when theyve been doing it for years and gotten no recognition smh its so tragic. yes, anyway YES ONLY 6 MONTHS I AM FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES A BBY STAN altho i considered myself a fully fledged stay like 2 days after i got into them cos i just spent all day researching and fixating. YES someone said it. it feels like theyre losing a huge chunk of why a lot of people liked their music in teh first place, which was that whole dna, dope, fire mood. and even doing bright songs is fine, liek they should do what they want but i feel liek the western music industry is so fucking toxic that they feel pressured into making these decisions. dont get me wrong, theyre good decisions from a business perspective, theyre getting record breaking sales but still. mmm yeah honestly yg just needs to get its shit together or get out

oooh! not into nct but i see a lot of him, he seems rlly talented. ahh yes another channie ult lmaoo i feel that, my list is growing in leaps and bounds as well. mmm yeah i think i will, im just going to try to save enough money :) mingi appealed to me mostly for the voice (like felix smh what is it with me and deep voiced bois) but also his soft visuals and the whole cutesy thing he has going on i rlly liked. yes i did get into them while he was on hiatus, but im still mostly a casual stan, ill listen to the album when it comes out but i dont think ill obsessively look over everything to do with it, like skz. HAH WE'RE MORE SIMILAR THAN I THOUGHT. lmaooo the thot line describes them perfectly, why are they all so damn attractive. especially seonghwa, like that man looks like a character from a book, cardan greenbriar vibes anyone? mmhmm! his vocals are absolutely insane. ty! yeah im excited altho idk how theyre every going to beat border:carnival, that shit was impeccable. ahh no stress, enjoy teh groups you stan atm!

ahh thank you so much, ill keep that in mind. hehe thats good! hopefully its soon :( ah ty, it means a lot. ill think abt that and hopefully talk abt it a little more :)

ah, no it was inside our gymnasium but to get to the other side of the stage you had to exit the building, go around the back and then enter through the other stage door. ah tysm! im glad too. mmm same, they baffle me. ;n; noo so sad :( ahh, thats um not smth i put on here, but im in high school so make of that what you will :)

thank you! ive done a majority of them, i just have maths, an english presentation and an economic assignment due now so im pretty much home free. yeah i feel like hes the epitome of here for you while being inescapably far away. haha she sounds like one of my friends. lmaooo why is that me. hmmm i feel like youve answered a lot of them in that answer so maybe just ateez, enha, txt and bp? if you stan them? :)

ahhh no problem at all, proud of you for managing to overcome the procrastination! progress! mmm thats good! ahh pls do let me know if you ever decide that, i cant promise i wont cry but do what you gotta do :)

<3 w.a. 🐺

hi! sorry for the late reply, i didn't know how to construct sentences yesterday e.e

yeah sometimes it's the perfect balance! i personally don't like fics that focus mainly on the filth? the plot has to carry the whole fic somehow and the smut is just something to add to the mix. also, i'll follow you on your writing blog! i keep forgetting to do so, damn it.

"sometimes putting someone in a situation so horrible it would be considered a violation of human rights is theraputic, ya know?" putting it this way just silenced me but yes. angst just feels more realistic. it isn't always happy endings irl so i tend to do it a lot.

falling into skz is so easy! it felt like that for me too. stanning them felt like getting sucked into a blackhole. also yes i agree. kpop is nothing but an industry after all and it runs on money so i get why they do what they do as well.

i suggest we not talk about haechan because i will literally not shut up but yes my boy is an ace :( chan is also sooooo easy to love. and the chan's rooms just solidified his place as ult. having something to look forward to every week at a time when my mental health was just plummeting into the depths of tartarus just helped me be stable. oh yeah, mingi's deep voice is indeed sexc. and he has some wack ass duality as well! and i think seonghwa was one of the people i nearly considered as bias just because of his visuals because wow that's one beautiful face. and true, idk how enha's going to beat border:carnival. i don't like all the tracks simply bc of taste preferenceds but i like more than one so i consider that a lot already.

bro that gym should've had some sort of a covered walk :// also i miss being in high school sO DAMN MUCH. but i still feel like i am because time stopped when quarantine started and i was still in senior year at the time.

my ateez bias is wooyoung! it wasn't that much of a shocker to my kpop stan irls because i was a jimin stan for the longest time. enhypen is jake and they kept pointing out that he looked like seungmin sometimes so it's like chan's aussie-ness with a tinge of seungmin (the other guy in my skz bias line, in case i haven't mentioned it). txt is huening kai! i find it hard to believe that he's my age because he looks a lot younger? o.O and he always looks good damn :(( sigh for blackpink it's lisa! i tend to bias the maknaes of yg groups, it's a pattern i've noticed but don't intentionally do!

DON'T WASTE YOUR TEARS OMFG. you can always reach me elsewhere if i like disappear off this blog.

#toff.asks #wild anon 🐺

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girls-scenarios · 5 years ago

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The Most Important Thing

Idol: Jennie (BlackPink)

Prompt: Hello, glad to see you guys are back! Can i request for blackpink jennie scenario under a hogwarts au? So jennie and her s/o (gender neutral if possible - or male) are both slytherin students who were having a big argument right before her s/o’s quidditch match. During the match, her s/o (chaser position) lost focus and fell from the sky. You can decide whether the ending should stay angsty. Thank you for entertaining this oddly specific request from a Slytherin anon :D

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head but it took me a while to decide how I wanted to write the end. Why are endings so hard? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing and injuries

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The Slytherin common room was colder than usual, seats abandoned as the other students slipped back to their rooms, leaving the two of you alone. Jennie wasn’t sure why she was feeling so angry, angry enough to grit her teeth together until her jaw hurt. Maybe it was because she hadn’t been sleeping much in order to study for the upcoming exams, maybe it was because she’d been feeling sick from the stress of classes and from an oncoming cold, maybe it was because she’d skipped dinner, or maybe it was all of those things combined. But whatever it was, it was strong enough to ignite a fire in her veins at even the slightest change in your tone, starting what would now be the third fight of the week when you knocked her water over onto her notes and your apology sounded too insincere for her tastes.

“You know how hard I’ve been studying,” she spat out, jumping from her seat as the last Slytherin student scurried away, sensing the oncoming danger. “And you still have the nerve not to apologize when you ruin my hard work by spilling water all over my notes?”

“I did apologize,” you retorted, your voice rising. “But you’re too far up your own ass these days to realize when someone’s being sincere. Or to even realize when anyone else is around!”

“What are you even talking about? Why are you upset? I did nothing to you!”

“You’ve been putting me off for the last few weeks and when we finally do get to talk you blow up and scream at me! Do you really think I meant to knock over your water? Do you think I’m that mean of a person?”

“I think you’re pissed because I’m paying more attention to my notes instead of you.”

Your face grew red as you glared at her, your fists clenching at your sides. “Maybe I am, and maybe I’m pissed because you’ve done nothing but argue with me this week. Maybe I’m pissed because you blamed me for distracting you when all I’m trying to do is be a good partner. But you’re the petty one, not me. I wouldn’t ruin your notes on purpose.”

“Oh really? You wouldn’t? Because you seemed pretty happy to see my notes gone, now you won’t have to compete with them any more.” She narrowed her eyes, her heart beginning to beat faster as her anger grew. “You know, you should think about how it feels to be ignored by your partner for something else. Because I have to be ignored for quidditch every single year but do you ever hear me complaining? No, I go to every single one of your stupid games to watch you sit around in the sky until your one moment to shine comes. And I’ve certainly never done anything to disrupt your game!”

“Quidditch isn’t stupid! It’s a game that goes back centuries, I thought a bookworm like you would at least now that. And I hardly ever put quidditch before you, I have always invited you along to team practices and tryouts. You just don’t want to go because you have better things to do than to support my passion.” You were obviously seething, but Jennie refused to back down, tilting her chin up in defiance as you threw your hands into the air. “And I told you that I didn’t knock over your water, what else do you want me to do? Get on my fucking knees and grovel for your forgiveness?”

“You could have at least tried to act like you understood how many hours of work you just wasted. You could have tried to sympathize with me instead of immediately saying that we could get more time together with them gone. When you say something like that, how am I supposed to think that you didn’t do it on purpose?”

“I was joking. Since when can’t you take a joke?”

“I can’t take a joke when it comes to passing my exams. They’re the most important thing right now, why can’t you understand that?”

You stood still and silent for a moment, your jaw clenched shut “More important than me?” You asked, your voice tight.

She wasn’t sure what came over her. Before today, she would have never said anything like this. But the words came out on their own, bitter and angry. “Right now? Yes.”

“I see how it is. Have it your way, then.” Your eyes were hard and cold as you stalked past her, your robes trailing behind you. She refused to turn back and watch you go, instead huffing as she fell back into her chair and curled her hair around her fingers, tugging at it in frustration. Great, now she’d lost both her notes AND you. But she was still too stubborn and upset to apologize. Plus, you’d been acting strange lately, it wasn’t just her fault.

Gathering her wet notes, she stood up and headed back to her dorm room, deciding to focus on rescuing her notes instead of on the pain and anger swirling in her chest. It was easier to focus on school and planning than on emotions.

At some point, groups of students moving around and talking in the hall could be heard, and Jennie looked up from her work to glance at the clock. Ah, it was almost time for your quidditch game. Rolling her eyes, she turned back to her notes, carefully copying down the words she could still make out. If you weren’t going to support her in her studies, then she didn’t care to support your game. She didn’t care if Slytherin won or not.

Still, not long after the hallway became quiet again, she sat up and stretched her sore back, raising her arms up over her head, then turning side to side before glancing back at the clock. The game had started. It was weird not being in the stands, but she shook her head and tried to focus again.

But the words on the wet paper started to blur even more and she let out a frustrated groan, leaning back into her chair and rubbing her hands over her face.

“Why is everything going wrong today?”She muttered to herself, staring up at the ceiling. Her body ached from the nonstop bending over to study, and her fingers were sore from holding the quill. Plus, the fight from earlier kept replaying in her mind, and she couldn’t stop glancing at the clock.

“Oh, whatever!” She stood up from her desk and grabbed her robes and wand, throwing them on as she headed out the door. She would just slip into the stands and stay long enough to watch the game. That should be enough to stretch out her muscles and to keep her from being distracted when she came back, without having to apologize. That would be too humiliating, especially when the entire house witnessed the fight.

The stands were loud as usual, and Jennie slipped in unnoticed, staying at the back of the crowd with her hair covering most of her face. She didn’t really want you to see her in the stands. For a moment, she searched for you above the other players, unable to find you until she saw you floating high above the goalpost. Your face was determined, as usual, but you seemed more stiff than usual, gripping your broom harder than she’d ever seen you grip it before.

Swallowing, she quickly turned her attention back to the rest of the game. She didn’t want to think about how she was the reason behind your poor stance, especially since she knew she would never hear the end of it if it was her that made you lose.

Staring at the goalpost, she started to zone out. Why had she even come? It wasn’t like she hated the game, but she should be studying. Had she come just to see you again? Because she felt bad?

She did feel a little bad. Sighing, she leaned back against her chair and crossed her arms, deep in thought. She had snapped at you, for sure, but you had snapped right back. The fight hadn’t been totally her fault. Both of you were stressed and upset to begin with. Still, she thought she should probably apologize when she got the chance. Just the thought made her frown a bit, because she hated admitting when she was wrong. But this time, she knew she probably should at least tell you that she hadn’t meant the last part. Especially since she actually loved you, and she didn’t want this petty fight to be the end of the relationship.

Yeah, she’d talk to you once the game was over, or maybe tomorrow, after she had gotten some sleep. That would work.

She was about to get up to leave, satisfied with her conclusion, when the students around her began to scream, jumping from their seats. At first, she guessed that the game must have been won, but when she turned around, she saw why they were screaming.

And her blood ran cold.

You were falling.

Your body tumbled from above the goalpost, spinning and flipping with your robes flying above your head as you reached for your broom, your fingers grasping at air. You couldn’t quite reach it, and Jennie’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her feet were rooted to the ground, her body frozen as she watched you fall, almost in slow motion. She wanted to scream, to pull out her wand and try to do something, to call your name, or to do anything! But she couldn’t.

All she could do was watch in horror as you plummeted downwards and collided with the muddy ground with a terrible thud. It was only when she saw your body lying still on the ground that a sound ripped from her throat and she cried out your name, turning the attention in the stands to her.

She screamed your name again and rushed forward, ready to jump off the stands to get down to you, but you didn’t respond. You didn’t move, even as your teammates, Madam Hooch, and the medic witches rushed towards you. As she pushed her body over the railing she felt hands grabbing at her robes and body, pulling her back.

“Let me go!” She screamed, trying to yank herself away. “I have to get to them! I need to get down there!”

“You can’t jump from here,” someone said, “you’ll get hurt too.”

“I don’t care!” Jennie’s face felt hot, and it was only then that she realized she was sobbing, tears running down her cheeks and neck as she struggled against her classmates and the teachers who rushed into the area to hold her back. “I have to get to them, I can’t lose them!”

“You can’t, they have to take them to the hospital wing,” someone else told her, “look, they’re taking them away now.”

“(Y/N) will be okay.” The voice tried to assure her, but as she watched your limp body be placed on a stretcher and carried away, her heart plummeted into her stomach and she only sobbed harder, sagging in the arms of the people around her.

“I have to get to them,” she repeated through gasps, barely able to see through the tears. “I can’t let them go. I still have things I have to say to them. I still haven’t said I was sorry!”

The students around her fell silent at her words, all having heard the argument between the two of you earlier. No one could say anything to comfort her, even as they tried to pat her back and find her a handkerchief, too upset and nervous to say anything, leaving the silence to suffocate her.

Just as Jennie felt her world collapsing around her, her lungs struggling to gasp in air as her brain reminded her of all the things she did wrong, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay, Jennie.” Irene, the Slytherin prefect and her friend, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close even as she dry heaved and shivered. “(Y/N) is being taken care of by the best of Hogwarts. We’ll be able to see them soon. Come on, I’ll help you get back to the dorms. I’m not going to leave you alone until you’ve calmed down.”

Jennie wasn’t sure she could stand up or stop crying, but she allowed the other girl to support her and wipe away her tears. All she wanted to do was see you. All she wanted to do was make sure you were okay.

“I’ll take you to see them,” Irene promised, so Jennie allowed her to help her stand up and walk, despite how weak her legs felt. She had to see you.

Hogwarts was alive with chatter and whispers, the news of what had happened to the Slytherin chaser spreading like wildfire through the school. Students fell silent, however, as Jennie passed them with her eyes digging holes into the floor, arm in arm with Irene who guided her through the maze of halls. Now everyone knew about the fight and what happened after you fell, and heads turned to stare, half in wonder that Jennie-who was known for being intimidating-had cried and half in pity. She didn’t notice their eyes or their silence, though, her mind a million worlds away.

Irene had managed to get her to calm down and stop crying, but now she was just numb, allowing the other girl to guide her as she forced herself to take step after step even though she just wanted to fall down and give up. She felt a bit like she was dreaming. Or, really, she hoped that she was dreaming. If this was all a dream, she could wake up and you would be fine, and the two of you could talk and she could apologize for saying that her homework and notes were more important than you when they weren’t. She could apologize for all the hurtful things she’d said because she was stressed, and she could tell you how much she loved you, even if she hadn’t shown it recently. And everything would be okay, if only she could wake up.

“We’re here.” Irene’s soft voice ripped Jennie from her mind and she blinked, finally looking up from the floor. Her eyes focused on the hospital wing sign on the door in front of her and her knees felt weak again.

“Ah,” was all she was able to get out, just staring at the sign. Did she really dare to go inside? Would they even allow her to see you? Were you...? Her heart began to hammer in her chest as her body started to shiver once again, freezing despite the summer heat that wafted through the corridors.

“It’s okay, you can go inside,” Irene said, patting Jennie’s back and giving her a smile. “I’ll wait for you out here.”

At some point, Jennie would have to thank Irene for her help. Without her, Jennie knew she would probably still be in the stands, unable to stand on her own. But all she could do now was nod her head, unable to smile or get any words out as she stepped away from Irene’s arm and opened the door.

As soon as Jennie stepped inside, the school matron Soyou looked up and her face softened. “You’re here to see (Y/N), aren’t you?”

Swallowing, Jennie nodded her head again and forced words out. “I-I am. Are they...?”

“They’re alive, thank Merlin. But they haven’t woken up yet. They cracked their skull and broke a number of bones in their fall. Can’t say for sure when they’ll come back around. It’ll take days to finish healing all their injuries, unfortunately.” Soyou shook her head and let out a sigh. “Quidditch truly is such a dangerous game for kids to be playing. Even with magic, there could be long lasting damage!”

“O-oh.”

“I’m sorry, Jennie. I didn’t mean to scare you. We’re doing the best we can for (Y/N) and I’m sure we’ll get them back to normal. We can even regrow bones, you know.” The matron put her hand on Jennie’s shoulder, finally guiding her away from the entrance. “Come now, I’ll show you to (Y/N)’s bed.”

Your bed was located at the end of the wing, and a curtain had been pulled around you for privacy, blocking out the peering eyes of other students. After Soyou left her at the foot of your bed, Jennie had to take a couple of deep breaths before she could pull back the curtain and step to your side.

Even then, she wasn’t prepared to see you. Immediately, tears rushed back to her eyes as she stared at your still body. Your skin was sickly pallid and your head, arms, and torso were all wrapped and bandaged, your face and body still bruised. She had never seen you like this before. You were always so strong and determined, but now you looked fragile, as if you might break if she touched you. Her legs gave out from under her and she fell into the small chair set up beside your bed, burying her face in her hands as she once again began to sob.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” she choked out, her throat sore from all the crying she’d already done. As much as she wanted to reach out and hold your hand, she couldn’t bring herself to touch you. She was too scared to hurt you any further, so instead she stayed in her chair, weeping with her forehead pressed to your bed, wishing she could go back in time just this once and tell you that she was sorry, and hoping that you could hear her now.

At some point during the night, Irene had come in to check on her, but Jennie had refused to leave your side. After allowing the prefect to bring her a pillow and some water, Soyou had ordered that the two of you be left alone, and so Jennie had fallen asleep beside you, listening to your breathing. Whenever your breaths came too slow or sounded too strained, she would awake in a panic, scared that you would go to a place she couldn’t reach.

Eventually, she fell asleep gently holding your hand, her fear of losing you overcoming her fear of touching you.

Time in the hospital wing seemed to move strangely. People came and went during the morning hours, once again working on healing your wounds and trying to convince her to go eat breakfast. Irene came in shortly after the witches left, with a few pastries on a plate for Jennie to eat.

“You have to eat, but I got you excused from classes today. I’ll be back with lunch, okay?” Irene gave her a hug, and this time, Jennie was able to whisper her thanks before the other girl walked away.

Hours blended together. Jennie’s appetite never came back, even though Irene brought her meals to eat while she waited for you to wake up. Mostly, she slept, her head resting on your bed and her hand over yours. At some point, Irene told her that she would place the notes from classes in her room, but Jennie didn’t care. She didn’t care how many days were going by or how many classes she was missing. All she cared about was you.

All she wanted was for you to wake up.

The moon was up when you stirred under her hand, causing her to jolt awake. What day was it now? Blinking her eyes, she focused on your face, holding her breath. Your fingers and face twitched and you breathed in a deep breath before your body lay still again. For a moment, her heart dropped, the hope she’d felt falling away.

Then you opened your eyes, and relief washed over her body, causing her to tear up once again as her eyes met yours.

“W-where am I?” You asked, your voice hoarse and eyes unfocused. She did her best to hold back her tears as she jumped from her seat, one hand still holding yours as her other gently touched your face.

“You’re in the hospital wing,” she replied shakily, “do you remember what happened?”

You squinted up at her, then shivered. “I.... I fell from my broom.”

“You did. But you’re okay now.”

“H-how long have I been here?”

“I’m not sure,” she replied truthfully, swallowing her tears and taking a deep breath, “I think it’s been four days. Yeah, because Irene brought me dinner four times.”

You stared up at her, your eyes widening. “She brought you dinner.... You’ve been here the whole time?”

“I have. I was too scared to leave your side.” Jennie wiped at her face and cleared her throat. “I need to go tell Madam Soyou that you woke up. I’ll be right back, okay? I promise.”

Your voice was soft when you responded. “Okay.”

Soyou’s room was right next to the wing, but Jennie still found herself crying as she walked there. You were awake. Days of nonstop worry were replaced with relief, but a fear still lingered at the back of her head. What if you didn’t forgive her? What if she couldn’t apologize enough? What if you couldn’t play quidditch again? That game was your life, and it was her fault you’d gotten hurt. Her words had caused more damage than she ever thought was possible, and she was scared that she might never be able to mend the damage.

But she loved you too much not to try. She had to prove to you how much she cared. She had to help you as much as she could, to show that you were truly the most important thing in her life. The two of you would have to talk and work things out, but she was willing to apologize with all of her soul and change herself for the better. She was willing to do anything for you.

So she squared her shoulders, wiped her tears away, and knocked on Soyou’s door, ready to go back to your side and keep her promise.

#femifics #blackpink #jennie #blackpink scenarios #jennie scenarios #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups #t:hogwartsau

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redphoenixjean · 3 years ago

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lucy quinzel sentence starters

STUPID - Ashniko, feat. Yung Baby Tate

“Stupid boy think that I need him.”

“I go red-hot like a demon, I go ghost for no damn reason.”

“I’m in your psyche, you don’t know no one else like me.”

“I know you think about me in the shower.”

“I’m sweet then I’m sour, I’m big boss Bowser.”

“I know you’re salivating over me.”

“I don’t really need a man, but sometimes I want one, though.”

EMPIRE - (G)I-DLE, WENGIE, MINNIE

“One day, they’ll build empires for me, from the dirt to the sky for the world to see.”

“Bow down as they build empires for me.”

“Put my face on the cash.”

“Put you on ice like the others.”

“Down on your knees, bow to the queen.”

Cannibal - Kesha

“I have a heart, I swear I do, but just not, baby, when it comes to you.”

“I get so hungry when you say you love me.”

“I think you’re hot, I think you’re cool, you’re the kind of guy I’d stalk in school.”

“I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch, then when I’m thirsty, I drink their blood.”

“You better run.”

“Whenever you tell me I’m pretty, that’s when the hunger really hits me.”

“Be too sweet and you’ll be a goner.”

Monster High Fright Song - Monster High

“You’re drop dead gorgeous.”

“You can’t ignore us.”

“The party never dies.”

“Don’t you wanna be a monster, too?”

“Everybody wants a piece of you, best eyes, best smile.”

“Knock ‘em dead.”

Runway - Stunna Girl

“I look like I’m fresh off the runway.”

“Bitches wanna be me, one day.”

“You can’t school me on the streets, you was never in ‘em.”

“I’m in a sports car, bitch, I’m drivin’ hella fast.”

Boy Bye - Helly Luv

“I’m a boss, make all the moves.”

“Don’t mess with me, hon.”

“You try to run, you’ll be man down.”

“They run when we come cause they don’t wanna fight.”

“Are you ready for the queen?”

“I don’t need you, baby.”

“I don’t wanna hate you.”

Genetics - Meghan Trainor feat. the Pussycat Dolls

“I was born with it.”

“I’ve been working on myself.”

“How you get that bod? Is it from God? Did you work real hard?”

“Is it all fake?”

“You see this face? I was born with it.”

Sour Candy - Blackpink feat. Lady Gaga

“I’m sour candy, so sweet then I get a little angry.”

“I’m super psycho, make you crazy when I turn the lights low.”

“Ask me to be nice and then I’ll do it extra mean.”

“I’m hard on the inside, but if you give me time, then I could make time for love.”

“I might be messed-up, but I know what’s up.”

“At least I’m not a fake.”

“Come, come, unwrap me.”

“Close your eyes, don’t peek.”

“Take a bite.”

Pretty Savage - Blackpink

“We some bitches you can’t manage.”

“If you’re mad, stay mad. We’re not alike.”

“Can’t find me, I’m outta sight.”

“Keep it pretty.”

Power - Little Mix feat. Stormzy

“Hold up, no, you didn’t bow.”

“I ain’t the chick to walk behind you round town.”

“Just because you’re packin’ down south, that don’t mean I’m ever gonna take it layin’ down.”

“I got the power.”

“I make this look easy.”

“You should know, I’m the one who’s in control.”

“I know just what I’m worth.”

“I’m gonna be coming first.”

“You make rain, but I make it shower.”

Mother’s Daughter - Miley Cyrus

“Hallelujah, I’m a freak.”

“Don’t fuck with my freedom, I came up to get me some.”

“I’m nasty, I’m evil.”

“Must be something in the water.”

“Back up, back up, back up.”

“Hallelujah, I’m a witch.”

“My mama always told me that I’d make it, so I made it.”

“I put my back into it, my heart in it, so I did it.”

Best Friend - Saweetie, feat. Doja Cat

“That my best friend, she a real bad bitch.”

“On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks.”

“I’mma hype her every time.”

“When we pull up on the scene, they be filled with jealousy.”

“I just can’t take that bitch nowhere.”

“Mm-mm, don’t go there.”

Out Tonight - Rent

“What’s the time? It’s gotta be after midnight.”

“My body’s been talking to me, it says, time for danger.”

“I wanna commit a crime, wanna be the cause of a fight.”

“I wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt with a stranger.”

“I got a knack from way back of breaking the rules once I learn the game.”

“Get up, life’s too quick.”

“We don’t need any money, I always get in for free.”

“You can get in too if you get in with me.”

“Let’s go out tonight.”

“You wanna play?”

“Let’s run away.”

“Can’t sleep in this city of neon and chrome.”

“So let’s find a bar, so dark we forget who we are.”

“You’re sweet, wanna hit the streets? Wanna wail at the moon like a cat in heat?”

“Please take me out tonight.”

Take It Off - Kesha

“There’s a place downtown where the freaks all come around. It’s a hole in the wall.”

“When the dark of the night comes around, that’s the time that the animal comes alive, looking for something wild.”

“There’s a place I know if you’re looking for a show, where they go hardcore and there’s glitter on the floor.”

“Lose your mind, lose it now.”

“Lose your clothes in the crowd.”

“We’re delirious.”

“Everybody breaking bottles, it’s a filthy hot mess.”

“I’m down to get faded, I’m not the designated driver.”

Cinderella - Play

“My mama used to tuck me into bed, and she read me a story.”

“I’d lie in bed and think about the person that I wanted to be.”

“The fairytale life wasn’t for me.”

“I don’t wanna be like Cinderella, sitting in a dark, old dusty cellar, waiting for somebody to come and set me free.”

“I don’t wanna be like Snow White waiting for a handsome prince to come and save me.”

“Don’t wanna depend on no one else, I’d rather rescue myself.”

“Someday I’m gonna find someone who wants my soul, heart and mind, who’s not afraid to show that he loves me.”

“I’m happy just the way I am, don’t need nobody taking care of me.”

“I will be there for him, just as strong as he will be there for me.”

“When I give myself, it has got to be an equal thing.”

“I can slay my own dragons, I can dream my own dreams.”

“My knight in shining armor is me.”

@babsxkean / @detharveybullock / @redphoenixjean / @ultrawxman / @lucyquinzelmd / @pxisonkiss / @petergcrdon / @irxnstrk

#misc post #misc post: ask meme

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by chrissylee22dc

Achievements: I guess I’m being asked to list some of mine...some of the ones I’m proudest of, at least, are graduating university with honors, landing a job (liking it is a big bonus), and taking up leadership positions.

Age: I am 22, but never felt quite like it.

Are you planning something right now? Kind of. I’m eyeing a long road trip to Tanay with just myself and go to one of their coffee shops, but idk when I’ll be able to do that. My wallet and bank account are still beat from Christmas lol (and until now I’m still buying gifts for friends), so it might have to wait until sometime next month.

Arizona or Alaska: I think Arizona weather is already quite like ours here, so I might enjoy Alaska a bit (if not a lot) more. There’s generally a lot more factors I find interesting with Alaska, like their food.

Birthdate: April 21st.

Build: I’m quite thin and underweight, but I actually recently made plans to start working out - both to make an effort to be healthy with myself, and also to feel good post-breakup. I’m hoping to see some changes in my body and build in the coming months.

Babies, do you have any? None of those, not sure if that’s still the plan for me.

Blonde or Brunette: Brunette.

Childhood sweetheart: Erm, does Gab count? We technically weren’t kids anymore when we first got together. I wasn’t attracted to anyone as a kid and was more concerned with growing my Pokemon pogs collection.

Current mood: I’m hungry and can go for savory breakfast foods right now, like shakshuka or huevos rancheros. Also a little anxious because I really don’t want to think about work, but tasks continue to pile up for a certain client.

Children, are there more in your future? There aren’t even any to begin with.

Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi just because it reminds me of Punk and my chaotic wrestling fangirl years.

Dad's name: Edgardo, but no one calls him by that full name. He has two nicknames; one of which he hates and only family and friends use, and the other is the name he has permanently introduced himself as in his workplace.

Dating anyone: Not anymore.

Do you plan on having lots of money? Don’t most people?

Dogs or cats: Dogs.

Elementary School: I’m not sharing that.

Eye color: Dark brown/black.

Ever going to China? Probably not right now considering the present situation. I’d love to go to the rural cities and have a peek into their country life.

Early or Late: EARLY. Lateness is a big pet peeve, unless the excuse is super reasonable like Manila traffic or a car accident.

First Crush: The first person I felt remotely attractive to was Andi, from 6th grade. Then she moved to New Zealand and the crush quickly faded out.

Fears: For concrete things, I hate cockroaches and fair rides. For bigger concepts, I fear getting left behind, failing, and not getting approval, and the idea of never being satisfied or happy with who I am, what I’ve done, or where I’ve gone.

Future goals: Have a place of my own, be able to sustain myself, and keep myself alive.

Funny or Serious: I think everyone has to have both sides. I wouldn’t want to hang out long with people who can’t be sat down to just shoot the shit with conversations that go a little deeper. At the same time, I’d be quickly bored with someone who talks about existential or philosophical topics 24/7 and takes everything seriously.

Grandparent's names: On my dad’s side, Dolores and Federico; on my mom’s side, Agnes and Jun. My maternal grandpa is the third in multiple generations of Abelardos in the family, but his nickname is simply ‘Jun,’ because Philippines.

GPA: We don’t measure our grades with that, but we do have a GWA; I’m just not sure how that can be converted to GPA. Mine was in the 1.47 range, which was good enough for cum laude honors. I barely missed out on a magna cum laude honor (which required a 1.45 GWA), so that’s something I’ve always been pressed about and I know I could have clinched it if the pandemic didn’t cancel my final semester, which would’ve given me the chance to pull up my grades.

Going anywhere this weekend? I don’t think so. I want to spend the remaining 5 days of my break completely unproductively.

Giver or Taker: Giver. I like pleasing people.

High School: I attended one school from kindergarten to high school.

Hair color: Black.

Hate anyone for life? I don’t think so. I dislike some people, but I can’t tell if I’ll feel that way for the rest of my life.

Hairspray or Gel: When I’m going somewhere or attending something fancy, I use hair gel to hold my hair down.

In 8th grade, who was your best friend? Eighth grade is freshman year of high school, right? In that case, my best friend was Gabie.

Is ignorance bliss? Sometimes it is. I like no longer being updated about Gabie’s life. Back when I still tried to push my way in, I was miserable. I stopped doing so over the holidays and I just stopped reaching out, stopped trying to communicate, everything. I’ve been a lot happier that way.

Is there anything you wanna share? That’s kinda the goal with every survey I take.

Ice Cream or Cake: Right now, maybe ice cream. I’m very picky about cake, and I don’t like the spongy ones aka most cakes I know.

Jumped rope for fun: That’s exactly what I use jump ropes for. I don’t think I ever used it for fitness or working out except for maybe PE.

Junk around you right now? I mean, not really. I have my embroidery stuff in a pile beside me, but I don’t consider them junk.

Joining anything anytime soon? Not planning on it. I briefly considered joining a gym as a new thing to do for 2021, but in the end I figured working out at home would be enough. Angela recommended the latter as well, so that’s how I abandoned my gym plans quickly haha.

January or July: I guess July? January always feels just a teeny bit stranger than other months, considering it’s the beginning of a new year.

Killed anyone: ...This serious?

Keeping a secret? I keep different secrets from different people.

Kicking someone off your top friends today? I don’t think that’s a thing anymore. Hasn’t been for a while.

Kiwi or Apple: Apple, just because I’ve never had the chance to taste kiwi.

Lost anyone close to you: I’ve lived 22 years, of course I have. I’d be very surprised if someone has lived that long but has never experienced losing people, whether from a fallout, from death, etc. Just this year alone I lost a great-aunt on my maternal grandpa’s side, and a ton of relatives from my maternal grandma’s side.

Last kiss, when and who: Gabie, three months ago.

List 3 people that you'll love forever: I can only think of Angela. And of course, Gab.

Lover or Fighter: Fighter, I suppose. I can be relentless. Right now with my breakup has been the only time I allowed myself to take a step back and not forcibly take things under my control for once.

Middle School: We don’t follow the concept of middle school here. The levels in middle school fall under elementary school as well.

Marital Status: Single.

Mom's name: Abigail.

Music or TV: TV.

Northernmost state you've been to: Batanes, which is as northernmost as northernmost gets in the Philippines.

Nickname: A lot of family members call me Byn, but for the most part Robyn has always been my main nickname.

Name your future boy and girl: I have yet to make up my mind about this.

Naughty or Nice: Nice. I never particularly feel ~naughty, and since the breakup I especially haven’t felt the need to be sexual.

Opened a piece of mail that wasn't yours? Sometimes I’ll open the electricity or water bill addressed to my parents out of curiosity just to find out how much we consumed in the last month. But nothing more than that.

Occupation: I’m an associate at a PR agency.

Owe anyone money: Nope.

Outgoing or Shy: Shy at first but I can get outgoing once I’ve warmed up to a person/situation.

Place you most want to be? Right now? I’d love to be at a coffee shop or bar at a higher altitude, with a view of the city. I used to go to a lot of these before the pandemic hit, but now I’m thinking of doing it again.

Purposely destroyed someone’s life? No.

Planning a major trip? Not really. Most tourist spots require swab tests and I am not having anything go up my nose.

Pink or Black? Love both, but I like pink ever so slightly more.

Quit a class: I’ve never dropped a class. I’ve wanted to, but there was so much paperwork to fill out to do so and I also didn’t want to be behind on my overall schedule.

Quickly...the first word to come to mind: Whistle, because the pink/black question reminded me of Blackpink.

Quitting your job soon? No lol I’m barely two months in.

Quiet or Loud: I can be both, but these days I’ve been quieter.

Riding in an airplane: I have no idea what this is asking.

Ride, tell me about yours: ^ Same.

Running for any political office in the future? No plans to.

Rain or Snow: I guess rain, since it’s the only one I’ve experienced.

Siblings names and ages: Nina is 20, my brother is 17.

Shoe size: I fit anywhere between a size 6 to 7.

Shave daily? It used to be daily, but I haven’t had the need to since the quarantine began.

Shower or Bath: Shower.

Turning 21 was (will be): It’s been a year since then.

Texas, ever been? No but I have relatives who live there, so it’s one of my choice states to visit and stay at if I ever plan to go to the US.

Think you'll live to be 100? I doubt it. I don’t have any relatives who lived until that age.

Tame or Wild: Idk, tame I guess?? I don’t know what this is asking.

Unique quality about you: I feel like this is a question best answered by other people who see and interact with me more than I do myself.

Underwear on? Yeah.

Under your bed lies: Large containers with all the magazines I collected from childhood that I can’t bring myself to throw out.

Under or Over: Idk, you have to be more specific.

Virgin? No.

Vacation time left? I have five days left, including today :( I plan to be the most unproductive or bum-y I’ve ever been, because I have no clue when I’ll have a break this long again.

Voting in the next Presidential election? Of course.

Volleyball or Swimming: I like swimming more, but I like watching volleyball.

Went white water rafting? I don’t think so, but I would give it a shot.

Wearing right now: A hoodie that’s around two sizes bigger for me.

Write a sentence about you: About anything? I’m a little upset with myself for having been a bit lousy with survey-taking during the holiday break. I planned on taking a lot to catch up on the ones I’ve missed out on, but so far I mostly take just one a day lol.

West Coast or East Coast: East.

X-Rays in the past month: 0.

X-Mas plans: Had a get-together with my mom’s side of the family on the 24th; we hosted our own Christmas party on the 25th; and we visited my dad’s side of the family on the 26th.

X, does it mark the spot? Idk.

X-Tina or Britney? Britney.

You lost "it" when? I mean, I’ve had more than one moment where I freaked out...

Your favorite song: I’m really in love with Saw You In A Dream by The Japanese House. My favorite songs come and go, but this one has been a constant.

Your favorite place on Earth: Sagada.

Yes or No: Idk. I’m not enjoying these vague ass questions.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

Zodiac Sign: Idk, I’m still a Taurus.

Zippos are neat, agree? I don’t have an opinion.

Zoo or Circus: Neither.

#survey #surveys

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Music of the Night | 3

A/N: Hello Lovelies!! Here is part 3!!! Some background and general angst?? Not sure how you guys will like it honestly;; Anyways as rough as this chapter can be, I hope you still enjoy this look in Taehyung’s mind.. bc. holy cow, i went there. I was listening to sappy music and got into writing and this was born!! Sorry for being late with this chapter, I know I promised it last night but after Be got released I literally couldn’t function. My apologies and please forgive me and accept this chapter as a token of my love. 💖💖

Summary: The time is 1856. Location: Paris, France at the Opera Populaire. Taehyung is living his life when who should stumble into his life than the most beautiful singer he has ever heard? She was the missing instrument to his orchestra. She would complete the score for his… Music of the Night.

Pairing: Opera Ghost! Taehyung x Singer! Ballet Dancer! MC

Genre: Angst 🥺

Rating: Mature 🔞

Length: 1.2k

Characters: rich! Seokjin, rich! Yoongi, dance instructor! hoseok, officer! Jimin, stagehand! Jungkook, chorus girl! BlackPink

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of religion, stalking, abuse, (would you guys consider PotO as disabled--idk how to write this really in a pc way), body image issues, self deprecation, fear of abandonment, slight yandere themes

Please keep in mind this is a work of FICTION this in no way reflects on any BTS members or Taehyung as a person. This is simply a story for the imagination.

Go b a c k | Turn p a g e | M.L i s t

Taehyung found that while the Opera was busy bustling with excitement, he could not match their jovial feelings. He had gone about his usual morning routine of ensuring his pupil had awakened at a decent hour. He always blushed and told himself, he only did this to help her, it was surely not to catch sight of her in nothing but a thin shift. He would never.

The ensemble had gone through countless rehearsals already, and the quizzical man found himself losing interest, even with the way his little pupil huffed, and flushed from the vigor of her dancing. He was intrigued again when she scampered off to see the costumers, and was content to watch her from the holes in the walls as she worked diligently. She seemed to fit in everywhere she went. Easily sliding into conversation with poise and always being so well mannered.

He often thought of their deep conversations and smiled ruefully at his memories of just the night before when she was so tired and yet still adamant to meet him for her lessons.

Taehyung didn’t think himself a particularly cruel man, but still, he expected a certain amount of dedication from the young woman. She was meant to complete his music after all, though she wasn’t exactly privy to his intentions, yet.

He blinked when he realized that the young woman had scampered off without his noticing, the older women spoke of luncheon, and he hastily made his way to the mess hall, sure that he would find her there. And find her he did, flushed and beautiful as ever while her friends teased her.

“Finish quickly so you can come back to us!” the girl with long, dark tresses urged his pupil.

“Besides I think Hoseok misses you,” the younger girl laughed in a liting tone.

Taehyung had noticed that the male dancer had become somewhat of a mentor to her, taking her under his wing. It was clear on one occasion that his little pupil wasn’t completely immune to the older man’s charm and appeal. He watched as she shook her head but the light blush dusting her features deepened at their persistence. The girls continued their teasing for a bit longer and the blonde, (Taehyung never cared to learn their names. They were not his pupil, so why should he really care, was his logic. though he remembered she was the youngest girl of the group) even acted out a scene where she, as his pupil, would swoon in the brunette’s arms as though they were Hoseok’s waiting arms. At this, the dancer he was so keen on had turned so unapologetically red, one of the other girls began to speak. But Taehyung could stomach no more, with one final glance at the petite dancer, his pupil, and he was positive she would faint. His stomach tightened, and his mind was racing, so he did the only thing he could think to do while tears stung the backs of his eyes and a few even rolled hotly down his cheeks.

He left.

He would not hear how Jennie playfully called him the true desire of his pupil. He probably never would guess in a million years, even if he had stayed. All he could hear was a loud ringing in his ears, and the voices of all those who had scorned him. Devil Child, Evil, Hell’s Spawn.

You name it, he was branded it at one time or another.

Taehyung anguished as he descended back into the belly of the Opera House, his past traumas endured kept coming in wave after wave. He could never be the desire of his beloved; of that he was certainly sure. How could he be? He didn’t even have the courage to stand before her. It took so much out of him to even speak to her. That had left him shaken for a week before he roused the courage to speak to her again. His face was another thing entirely, while the left side of his face looked like that of an angel, chiseled to form the finest, most shockingly beautiful face. The right side of his face was marred, he knew that at one look at his entire face, the dancer he so longed for would reject him. The revelation, though it was hardly a revelation at all, was constantly at the forefront of his mind. He was painstakingly aware of his ‘deformity’ as others would call it. He knew he could not compare to the charm of Jung Hoseok. Not only was the man his older, but he was also a force to be reckoned with. Minnie spoke of him constantly to Taehyung.

Down, down, down he descended back into the darkness. Back to his solace, once he arrived to his dwelling, he couldn’t stop the sobs that wracked his body. He mourned for the life he yearned for. He was a man with great mind, and superior skills than the average man but he was doomed to be forever alone. His thoughts took another turn at that word. Alone.

He growled out and lashed at a project he was working on. He through the pages of his manuscript over the floor. He tore off the beautiful fabrics that he dressed himself in. He knelt down and wept, collapsing in on himself, the pain he felt becoming too great knowing that one day, his little pupil would one day leave him too. His mother left him with her death, his only friend he had known, Minnie, had left too.

The little ballerina girl who had saved him all those years ago, how tragic was it that Minnie had to leave. He had mourned her, yes, certainly. She was his friend. He told her to not accept the advances of the drifting stage hands that seemed to rotate with every production. But she had said it was true love, how sorely mistaken she had been. She only cried to Taehyung one month ago. And here he was now, without his companion and without anyone to lean on. It was only inevitable that the beautiful singer he so doted on now would one day meet the same road to lead her out of his life.

Taehyung did not stir the rest of the day, until well into the night. After the music had died down, and it was hours after when Taehyung was sure that the Opera house was asleep. The evening was bleeding into the next morning as he silently made his way up to the chapel. He hadn’t bothered to dress properly after his fit of rage and hurt. His shift was barely covering his toned chest and hanging onto his shoulders and barely tucked into his trousers anymore.

In the chapel, he gasped at the sight that greeted him. His eyes snapped to catch the velvet ribbon he had bestowed upon his pupil, he had rid her of the ghastly and tattered maroon fabric, and the luxurious fabric sat tied into a beautiful bow around a parchment near the window where he would watch her from during their nights of tutelage. Was her natural talent enough to recognize where his voice was really coming from?

He opened the letter with shaky fingers and felt his heart shatter in an entirely different way. Her writing was shaky, still unpracticed and unsure, he thought back on the night before and how he was urging her to try writing. Possibly, she was nervous? In her scrawling script, he saw that she tried desperately to imitate his long and precise strokes. He hungrily devoured the words and poured over the details over and over for there were only a few words.

I apologize fore displeezing you, Master

X ______

Taehyung sighed as he held the paper close to his heart. He didn’t care that it was 4 AM. He had to go and see her. And so, he did. She was sleeping, though not peacefully, he lamented. How he longed to press a tender kiss to her furrowed brow. He didn’t it was likely one of the other girls would wake, and he couldn’t have that. He settled for scrawling a note back to her and leaving it by her vanity to find once she woke with the velvet ribbon resting back in its rightful place.

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