#or that shit about daehyun's hair

[ruinedwild-moved]

his concern for the younger male grew even more the more they spoke. as he'd honestly never seen this side of them before as in his eyes they'd always been that cute innocent kid he meet all those years that would always smile the brightest smile whenever he went over to their place whenever he had free time to hang out with their older brother , his best friend but seeing them now with anger and hurt in their eyes for everyone to see for who knows what reason this time ? at least in his eyes that is with the underlying reason as to why flying over his head as up until this point in his life he'd never caught onto why every time he brought along his beloved girlfriend around them that they'd instantly be in this bad mood with tonight being no different from all the other times this exact same thing happened to them but now that he had heard all of these honest words coming out from their mouth and regardless of it's because of the alcohol they all drank earlier or not he just had an inkling that the words daehyun was spewing right now were the honest truth which up until now was something that he'd been blinded to. taking in a drag from his now lit cigarette as he tried to process all of their words not really sure how or what to say to them at this point as he tried his best to clear up his mind and say the right words to the younger male blowing out the smoke in an effort to calm himself down for once as the high from this whole night was still buzzing inside of him at this point “ first off , minjun didn't set me up to this i just was worried for you that's all. ” he said letting out a soft sigh before speaking up again trying his best to form the right words in his words in order to address everything they'd said earlier as he brushed away the hair from his face before speaking up again in return. “ hey ! i've known that you didn't like her for awhile now but you don't have to say all of that shit about her that was uncalled for. ” he said taking another drag from his cigarette as he leaned up against the cold stone wall as he stared out into the dark night before releasing another cloud of smoke and than turning back to them now taking hold of their hand rubbing small circles into them in order to comfort them in a way as he could already tell that something else was bothering them tonight , something much more deeper than just i hate your girlfriend and i don't know what you see in her that he'd been mentioning to him thus far and he did have to openly admit here things have become much more complicated for the both of them ever since he got a girlfriend as he did notice that they'd always get whiny and pouty whenever he brought her around to their place on the weekends which in a way he did find really cute but he'd never admit that openly at least that was besides the point though and more than anything he wanted to know why they were acting this way and more so why they'd think that they could do better when he already loved her more than anything in this world. “ but besides that i've noticed that you're always feeling down whenever i bring her around to your place , why ? don't tell me your jealous of her and think that i can do better with you instead ? ” he added in an almost joking manner as it had never crossed his mind up until now that maybe just maybe the only reason why daehyun was acting this way around him now was because they wanted to be with him instead of with his girlfriend but now that he thought about it there would be no way that would be the reason why as up until now they had never shown any sort of sign that they liked him in that way at least to his knowledge but it wasn't like he would reject that idea outright as in a way he did have this little crush on the younger male but never acted on it as it'd be much too weird on his end at least with minjun being his best friend and all and plus it would make things a whole lot more awkward whenever he came around their place if that were case though.

she's    here    again.

the    words    blazed    across    daehyun’s    phone screen    as    he    typed    furiously,    his    fingers    trembling    with    a    mixture    of    anger    and    frustration.    he    clenched    his    jaw,    the    bitter    taste    of    resentment    sitting    heavy    on    his    tongue.    it    was    always    the    same — every    time    he    saw    them    together,    something    inside    him    twisted    painfully,    a    gnawing    ache    that    never    seemed    to    go    away.

and    he fuck    is    he    fucking    stupid    or    what    being    with    that    bitch    ate    his    brain    cells????

his    thoughts    raced    faster    than    he    could    type,    each    one    more    venomous    than    the    last.    how    could    hardwin    not    see    it ?    how    could    he    be    so    blind,    so    oblivious    to    what    was    right    in    front    of    him ?    daehyun’s    heart    pounded    in    his    chest,    a    war    raging    between    the    words    he    wanted    to    say    and    the    emotions    he    wished    he    could    bury.

why    can’t    he    see    me? i    hate    him no    i    don’t but    still

the    group    chat    buzzed    with    responses,    his    friends    trying    to    talk    him    down,    but    their    words    barely    registered.    they    knew    all    too    well    how    he    felt    about    his    brother’s    best    friend,    the    infuriating    mix    of    longing    and    jealousy    that    consumed    him    every    time    hardwin    was    near.    they’d    even    suggested — half-jokingly — that    he    should    find    someone    else,    someone    who    could    take    his    mind    off    this    hopeless    crush.    someone    who    could    fuck    him    senseless,    make    him    forget    for    just    a    moment    how    much    it    hurt. at    the    time,    daehyun    had    scoffed    at    the    idea,    dismissing    it    as    ridiculous.    but    now,    standing    in    the    dimly    lit    hallway,    the    suggestion    didn’t    seem    so    absurd.    maybe    they    were    right.    maybe    he    should    just    walk    out    of    this    place,    find    the    first    person    who    looked    his    way,    and    lose    himself    in    something. anything that    wasn’t    this    pathetic    yearning.

he    locked    his    phone    and    shoved    it    into    his    back    pocket.    the    first    drag    of    his    cigarrete    hit    his    lungs    like    a    sigh    of    relief,    the    smoke    swirling    in    the    air    as    he    exhaled.    but    the    momentary    calm    was    shattered    when    he    felt    a    tap    on    his    shoulder.    he    turned    slightly,    his    heart    lurching    at    the    sight    of    hardwin    standing    there,    illuminated    by    the    dim    red    lights    that    bathed    the    hallway.    thank    god    for    that,    because    if    the    light    were    any    brighter,    hardwin    would    have    seen    the    flush    creeping    up    daehyun’s    cheeks.

“ it’s    not    like    i    do    this    regularly, ”    daehyun    muttered,    trying    to    keep    his    voice    steady    as    he    turned    his    face    away,    shrugging    as    if    it    was    nothing.    he    took    out    his    lighter,    bringing    it    closer    to    hardwin’s    cigarette    until    the    tip    glowed    orange. “ did    minjun    ask    you    to    come    talk    to    me ? ”    he    asked,    raising    an    eyebrow    in    a    feigned    display    of    indifference.    he    didn’t    want    to    look    at    hardwin,    didn’t    want    to    see    the    pity — or    worse,    the    indifference in    his    eyes.    “ you    don’t    have    to    do    this.    besides,    your . . .    girlfriend    must    be    anxious    for    you    to    come    back.    we    all    know    she    can’t    live    without    you. ”    his    tone    was    sharp,    laced    with    sarcasm,    the    bitterness    seeping    through    every    word.    he    leaned    back    against    the    wall,    taking    another    drag,    trying    to    push    down    the    jealousy    that    clawed    at    his    insides.

for    a    moment,    the    only    sound    between    them    was    the    soft    crackle    of    burning    tobacco.    the    silence    was    suffocating,    thick    with    unspoken    words.    daehyun’s    mind    raced,    torn    between    the    urge    to    spill    everything    he    was    feeling    and    the    fear    of    ruining    whatever    fragile    connection    they    had    left.

“ . . . i    think    it's    pretty    obvious    that    i    don't    like    her.    and    she    doesn't    like    me,    and    i    don't    give    a    shit,    but . . . ”    daehyun    trailed    off,    his    voice    softer    now.    “ i    don’t    know,    i    think    it    was    more    fun    when    it    was    just    us. ”    he    stared    at    the    floor,    avoiding    hardwin’s    gaze.

he    paused,    the    jealousy    still    simmering    beneath    the    surface.    “ i    don’t    know    what    the    fuck    you’re    doing    with    her. ”    he    said    suddenly,    the    words    spilling    out    before    he    could    stop    them.    he    took    one    last    drag    of    his    cigarette    before    crushing    it    under    his    foot,    the    action    more    forceful    than    necessary.    “ she’s    so    — she's    so    uninteresting.    she    doesn’t    even    know    you    like    i    do,    and    fuck,    she’s    so    poorly    dressed.    and    no,    i    wasn’t    joking    about    my    grandmother’s    dress. ”

daehyun    rolled    his    eyes,    remembering    how    hardwin    had    tried    to    laugh    it    off    earlier,    as    if    it    was    some    harmless    joke.    but    it    wasn’t    a    joke    to    him.    nothing    about    this    was.    “ all    i’m    saying    is,    you    could    do    so    much    better. ”

finally,    he    forced    himself    to    look    at    hardwin,    his    heart    pounding    in    his    chest.    the    uncertainty    of    hardwin’s    reaction    had    him    feeling    nauseous.    but    this    was    it — the    moment    he    hadn’t    thought    would    ever    come,    the    moment    he    had    both    dreaded    and    longed    for.    and    now,    standing    on    the    edge    of    something    he    couldn’t    take    back,    daehyun’s    breath    hitched,    waiting    for    whatever    came    next.

[iguessistandorks]

Idols are humans and are allowed to have personal life

[writtenwhalien]

best of me | 07

pairing ↠ park jimin x reader

genre ↠ best friends (complete idiots) to lovers | college AU | fluff, angst, smut

summary ↠ you didn’t mean to fall for your best friend, and you most definitely shouldn’t have slept with him.

word count ↠ 5k

18+ | chapter warnings ↠ lots of angst, jimin is a bit of a dick but regrets it straight away, drinking, sexual harassment, lots of punches thrown, feelings of anxiety. 

notes. re-reading this after having been writing for a while now is so funny to me :’)

best of me masterlist

7. one way or another

Knock knock knock.

A soft knocking wakes you gently from your sleep and it takes a few seconds for you to become aware of your surroundings as another knock sounds accompanied with a voice calling out from behind the door.

“Jimin?” 

Foggy memories replay in your mind as you slowly turn around to see the same face in all of them. Except now, he looks different. Last night, Jimin was nothing short of charming with his pink cheeks and plump lips as he boldly made his desires clear. Now, he looks pale, pulling his bottom lip into his teeth as he chews it hard.

His eyes meet yours and there’s no playful, determined glint. Just regret.

“Jimin, are you in here?” the voice calls again. It’s a female voice and recognition slowly hits you.

Jimin looks away, immediately jumping out of bed, pulling on some shorts, before rushing to the door. You feel incredibly self conscious and pull the blanket up to cover you. 

Jimin runs his hands through his hair, composing himself before opening the door only slightly.

 You couldn’t see Ji-eun, but you could hear her.

“Jimin, hey, where were you? I tried calling you all last night and this morning.” She says, her voice is laced with concern, but also doubt. The dread starts growing inside you, as you realise what you and Jimin have done. 

“Oh, sorry, I must’ve… um, I think I... mis… I misplaced my phone,” he replies, voice thick as he stumbles over his words. 

Ji-eun senses something’s wrong, as the following words come out of her mouth. “Let me come inside,” she says curtly, the words sending goosebumps rising on your skin.

“Not now, it’s really messy, I’ll meet you in an hour instead?” Jimin says far too quickly.

Then out of nowhere, you see Ji-eun’s head poke up next to Jimin, anger and hurt forming on her normally delicate features. Then she’s gone.

“Shit, Ji-eun no,” Jimin mutters. He turns back to you, panic and regret painted all over his face.

Sitting up, you shift closer to the end of the bed. “Jimin we—” you stop mid sentence, choking on your words as Jimin leaves the room, rushing down the hall... after Ji-eun.

Sitting silently in Jimin’s bed, you’re dumbfounded. You’d literally just slept with him for the second time, and there was no denying the emotions that were there, (albeit being slightly drunk), but he chose to cut you off, and run after Ji-eun instead.

The fact hits you like an ice cold dagger and you move out of his bed, dressing quickly as you begin to feel incredibly unsure of yourself, and worse, of your relationship with Jimin. You’re tempted to run for it, but you can’t not discuss what just happened with him so you sit on the edge of his bed, waiting patiently for him to come back as your thoughts run wild.

Does he really like Ji-eun? Why would he sleep with me then? What if he’s playing me? No. Jimin wouldn’t do that. But then what is he doing? Maybe he was too drunk and didn’t realise? Is it all my fault? Oh gosh, Daehyun. What have I done? No… what have we done?

You don’t wait long as he’s back within a few minutes. Your eyes meet his as he looks up to see you. Ignoring the somersaults in your stomach, you walk towards him slowly. “Jimin, can we talk about—”

“No, Y/N.” His voice is sharp. “You should go.” He moves away from you to put on his shirt, putting space between you that makes him feel far more distant than he really is.

“What?” The disbelief in your voice is clear.

“You need to go, Y/N,” he says firmly, not looking at you. 

You don’t move though, only you stand there frozen. Jimin walks past you to hold the door open for you to leave, still avoiding your gaze.

“Are… are you serious?”

He shakes his head frustratedly. “We just had drunk sex while we’re both seeing people,” he exclaims, and his next words stab through you like a knife — “It was stupid.” 

You felt your heart stop for a second. ‘Stupid.” He just said it was “stupid”.

‘Fuck you, Jimin,” you hiss as you storm out of his room. 

Jimin feels the tears well in his eyes as you leave. He closes the door, blocking out the sound of your footsteps running out the house and leans back against the hardwood, falling slowly to the floor and finally allowing the tears to flow. He felt like the biggest dick in the world. He knew he’d just fucked up the most important thing in his life — his relationship with you. 

Feeling incredibly guilty about Ji-eun, he knew he never should've gotten into a relationship with her, but when it seemed like you were moving on with Daehyun, he thought he ought to do the same. Especially after the day in your apartment when he kissed your hand; he’d felt so vulnerable then and he wanted to give you the space to approach him, but then he saw you on a date, which he wasn’t expecting, and he knew for real he had to get over you. 

So when Ji-eun had kissed him, he was confused, but after a few days decided that he should go for it.

And just now he had run after her until he reached the front door, but his chase was cut short as Ji-eun turned to him to end things, there and then. Not that he could blame her — he had just cheated on her, despite never really having feelings for her, but he had still gotten into a relationship with her, so what he did with you was just wrong. 

She didn’t cry, and for that he was selfishly grateful. But still, now he’s hurt Ji-eun’s feelings in the worst way, as well as breaking your heart.

He was so sure things were going well with Daehyun since you’d been hanging out with him for a whole month, but he always held on to the hope that there was something between you guys. Now after last night he was certain you felt the same way as him, there were too many intimate moments for it to not mean anything, but he shouldn’t have let it happen - not until he’d ended things with Ji-eun. 

But because he couldn’t be honest about his feelings, he’s turned something that should’ve been something so intimate and special with you, into a guilt manifesting creature, eating away inside him.

Feeling mentally exhausted from trying to understand all of this, as well as guilty for cheating on Ji-eun and hurting you, Jimin forces himself up, wiping away any tears to get on with his day. He wanted to stay away from you and Ji-eun, and everyone for that matter.

After showering and getting dressed, he heads downstairs to get some breakfast and it dawns on him that Soomin would know by now — he was sure you would’ve told her, you’ve been best friends with Soomin longer than you had been with Jimin and you live with her. And surely Soomin would tell Yoongi, and maybe even Namjoon. God my friends are gonna hate me, Jimin sighs as he makes himself a bowl of rice puffs. 

Just as he sits at the island, Jungkook and Taehyung appear at the double kitchen door, the biggest grins on their faces. 

They were clearly excited about something but Jimin was not in the mood today.

“What?” he questions apathetically.

They skip up to him and wrap their arms around him, their smiles still as wide as ever. 

“Have you got something you’d like to tell us, Jiminie?” Taehyung says in an almost sing-song voice, placing emphasis on the last word.

Jimin frowns upon hearing it  — only you call him that.

“Yes, Jiminie, don’t keep secrets from your friends.” Jungkook chimes, propping up an elbow onto the island counter to get a better look at Jimin’s face.

He turns to look from Jungkook to Taehyung, and they just continue smirking at him expectantly. 

“What the hell is wrong with you guys? Jimin huffs exasperatedly.

“Oh come on, don’t play dumb,” Jungkook sighs dropping his act, leaning in to eat his cereal.

“Yeah, we know your dirty little secret,” Taehyung states simply as he jumps onto the counter next to Jimin. 

“What dirty little…?” Jimin trails off, putting it together — they called him by the nickname only you had for him, and now they were calling it a ‘dirty little secret’. He sighs, drops his head onto the counter and Taehyung ruffles his hair. 

Jimin looks back up at them both and questions, “What do you know?”

“That you slept with Y/N last night.” Jungkook says matter-of-factly, through a mouthful of cereal. 

“How did you find out?” Jimin swallows, feeling intensely anxious about his irresponsible actions, and now he’d have to try and justify his foolishness to the boys. 

“Well I saw you both go upstairs together, and later when Soomi was looking for Y/N, me and Jungkook also couldn’t find you, so we just figured…” Taehyung trails off as he notices Jungkook looking concernedly at Jimin. Taehyung also focuses on his face, reading heavy emotion on Jimin’s features.

They immediately lose their usual playful attitude, and look at him intently as he sits there, wordless. 

“Hey, what’s wrong man? We thought this was a good thing?” Jungkook says, patting his shoulder.

“Yeah, you and Y/N have always been such a good fit, it was meant to be,” Taehyung adds, jumping off the counter to stand closer to Jimin. 

“I fucked it all up—” Jimin chokes on his words, feeling a lump form in his throat.

“Oh, is it Ji-eun?… yeah that’s kinda fucked, but it’s early days, better to nip it in the bud.” Jungkook says, trying to make Jimin feel better.

“No, no, it’s not that.” Jimin shakes his head. “Well it is also that, I was a dick to Ji-eun but also… also Y/N.” He inhales deeply to calm himself, before explaining the whole situation to Jungkook and Taehyung. 

They were most surprised that this wasn’t the first time Jimin had slept with you, but they also weren’t too shocked by the idea of it since they figured it would eventually happen given your undeniable chemistry. He told them how he waited for you to make the first move after the trip. But it never came and you started seeing Daehyun. Then he realised Ji-eun liked him as more than a friend so he just went along with it, but then last night you were both drunk and he wanted you, only you. Now here he was, in the biggest hole he’s dug himself.

“I love her,” Jimin whispers. “I fucking love her but I’ve hurt her so bad she’ll never wanna see me again.” Tears stream down his cheeks and Taehyung and Jungkook both embrace him immediately, swallowing him up in a bear hug as he calms himself down.

“Look, hyung,” Jungkook says, moving back to speak to him, “you fucked up, definitely, but to me, it seems you and Y/N love each other, and honestly, you can’t give up on your entire relationship.”

“Yeah, imagine if you’d not kicked Y/N out this morning, you both probably would have spoken and realised you love each other, and then lived happily ever after. But you did, which I’m sure hurt her, but you can still go to her now, explain you were feeling guilty.” Taehyung adds.

“But I don’t know if she loves me back.” Jimin says quietly. 

Taehyung looks up at Jungkook questionably and Jungkook simply nods his head before speaking.

“I think she does Jimin, but unless you go talk to her, you’ll never know.” 

“You’re right,” Jimin says, getting up, determined to make things right. “I’m gonna go talk to her.” 

“Yes Jimin!” You got this!” The boys encourage him as he starts making his way out of the kitchen, but quickly turns back to give both the boys a hug. “Thanks guys” he mumbles. 

“Just don’t fuck it up again,“ Taehyung teases.

“Wait, Jimin, don’t you have a meeting with your TA today?” Jungkook asks.

“Oh shit,” Jimin looks at the time on the kitchen clock. His meeting was at half one, giving him just fifteen minutes to get there. Jimin grumbles as he leaves the kitchen, annoyed that his streak of determination has been interrupted by a stupid meeting with his TA. However it was an important meeting in which his TA would be giving him feedback on his coursework, worth 80% of the modules grade, so he had to go. 

But he plans to go to yours straight after. 

Jimin hears his heart pounding in his chest as he approaches your apartment door. His hands feel clammy and he wipes them on his jeans before knocking on your door.

His thoughts are racing at 1000 miles per hour. What if she won’t answer? Should I call her? Or give her space? Or maybe I should show her how much she means to me and not stop trying? I’ll pester her. She always caves when I pester her. Ugh, but we’re not the same anymore. What if she really does never wanna see me again? God how will I live without her? You’re a grade A fuckup Jimin. 

Before he can mentally scold himself any more, Soomin opens the door, stepping out into the hallway, closing the apartment door behind her, and looks Jimin dead in the eyes. She looks pissed. Jimin has never seen Soomin seriously angry before — he actually feels scared of her.

“What the hell do you want?” she growls.

“I...I need to talk to Y/N,” he says, all determination from before, knocked out of him as Soomin continues glaring into his eyes.

Soomin drops her voice to a low whisper, stepping in and folding her arms. “You do not need to talk to her, nor do you deserve to talk to her.”

It was as though she shot an arrow straight through his heart.

“Soomi, please, I promise I never meant to hurt her, I know I fucked up so bad, but please, I need to talk to her, please, please.” Jimin finds himself begging, as he’s reminded how badly he’s hurt you.

Soomin uncrosses her arms and sighs in frustration. “Jimin, I don’t get you. Why would you kick her out of your house this morning, only to turn up almost three hours later looking for a conversation?” she questions, looking at him, eyebrows raised.

“I wasn’t thinking properly, I just felt so guilty about Ji-eun, and…,” Jimin sighs, looking down to the floor, “... and I felt like a coward for not being straight about my feelings in the first place. I know, it’s all my fault.”

Soomin puts a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, “I know it’s hard to be open about these things, but she was your best friend, you could’ve told her anything.” Her voice was notably softer than before — as mad as she was at Jimin, she still loves him and he’s one of her best friends, so she wants to be there for you both. 

“I know.” Jimin whispers, his shoulders dropping.

“But,” Soomin continues, “you and Y/N have been so back and forth about how you feel and it’s confusing for you both. So you need to give her some space Jimin.”

He looks up at her, but she’s already turned back into her apartment, leaving him alone in the hallway. 

Jimin spent the rest of the day cooped up in his room. Taehyung and Jungkook kept turning up in his room to try and get his mind off of it, talking about everything from football, to clothes, and even their college work. But Jimin barely said a word. They forced him out later that evening to play five-a-side basketball with the other frat house guys, anything to keep him occupied. Jimin accepted, hoping physical exertion would help relieve some of the heavy emotion that was weighing him down, and thankfully it did…

But it returned just as bad the next morning. 

Your phone won’t stop buzzing and all you want to do is sleep. Kicking your legs out of frustration, you reach over to your bedside table and look at the screen, squinting as the brightness hurts your eyes. It was Jungkook calling you. 

“What’s up Kook?” you answer, yawning into the phone.

“Did you just wake up?” Jungkook laughs.

“Ugh leave me alone. This better be important, you disturbed my beauty sleep.”

“You’re beautiful enough, Y/N,” he coos. 

You roll your eyes, laughing a little.

“Anyway, me and Tae wanna take you out tonight. There’s that new club opening near you, we thought it'd be a cute date. What d’you say?” he asks, and you can hear the eagerness in his voice.

“I don’t know, I’m not really feeling up for a night out,” you say quietly, hoping to let him down slowly.

“Nope, Y/N, we’ll be at yours at eight, sharp. I love you and I’ll see you then,” Jungkook says really quickly, cutting the phone down as soon as he was done talking. 

You flop back onto your bed. They know. You think to yourself, sighing. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the whole situation. It made you feel like a broken thing whenever your friends would try to cheer you up, but you couldn’t blame them — you’ve been acting broken.

You honestly weren’t in the mood for their plans, but maybe if you were to go out, things could go back to normal with everyone else. Plus those boys could be loveable pests and they would probably dress you themselves and haul you into the car. 

You look across your room, thinking about getting out of bed, and you spot your skirt still strewn on the floor. The one from the other night. 

Instantly your mind wanders back to yesterday morning when Jimin had told you to leave. You’d barely kept it together in the cab ride home and as soon as you walked in the front door, you were an angry, snivelling mess. Yoongi was here having spent the night with Soomin, and they’d both been unfortunate enough to watch you unravel, your emotions switching between anger and sorrow, as you swore you were done with Jimin.

You’d calmed down after you showered and then Daehyun had texted you asking you to meet him for lunch at his place. You instead texted him to meet at a cafe, and ended things with him. He took it so well, saying he would always be there as a friend — that only made you more emotional as you got home and cried some more, feeling so damn guilty and heartbroken about the whole ordeal. 

Yoongi and Soomin had pulled you out of your room and curled up to go on a Netflix binge with you, ordering your favourite takeout and spent the night doing all they could to keep your mind off Jimin. 

You smile to yourself now, as you lie in bed, feeling so grateful to have friends like them. You hear Soomin now rattling about in the kitchen and you decide to get up and see what she’s up to.  After showering, you get into your comfiest sweats, before heading out of your room. Soomin was making food for you, and you spend most of the day with her, before you have to get yourself ready to go out with Taehyung and Jungkook.

Jimin parks up near the club, pulling his hood up before heading inside and seating himself in a secluded place where he had a good view of almost all the club. He needed to make sure you didn’t see him, scared of what would happen if you did.

He had followed you guys to the bar, knowing only Taehyung and Jungkook were gonna be with you, he felt like he should be there. He knew they had a habit of getting easily distracted and he thought there should be someone there with their full attention on you. Although the boys weren’t keen on him coming in case you should spot him, he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Looking after you had become an instinct to Jimin and even if it hurt him to see you and not be near you, he needed to know you were okay. 

“Hey hotstuff.” 

Turning around, you’re faced with a complete stranger. He looks a few years older than you with two drinks in his hand. You give him an awkward half smile, and he offers one of the drinks to you.

“Come have a drink with me,” he says, raising a brow at you before pointing over at a table in the corner. 

Cringing internally, you politely refuse. “I’m good, thanks.”

Turning back you see Jungkook and Taehyung watching you as you make a face at them, feeling rather self-conscious. Jungkook seems to be glaring behind you and you look over your shoulder to see the guy still standing there, eyes piercing into you. You shift closer to the boys, certain he was offended at your rejection. Taehyung slips an arm around you and pulls you in to him as he picks up his drink from the bar. 

“Come, let’s go find somewhere to sit,” he says, leading the way, his arm still firmly around you. Jungkook picks up his drink as well as your own, walking right past the man, following you and Taehyung to the table. 

“That was weird,” you say, sipping on your drink. You had had guys approach you in a club before, but most of them weren’t fussed by refusing a drink with them. Also today was unusual considering you weren't even looking like “hotstuff”. You’d come dressed in all black, jeans and a tee, with your leather jacket and black boots, and hardly any makeup, your hair tied back in a bun.

“Yeah, some guys just don’t know how to take rejection,” Jungkook scoffs.

“Just stay away from him if you see him,” Taehyung cautions.

“I will,” you sigh. You now felt even more uncomfortable than you already did and were thinking about leaving so soon, but Jungkook and Taehyung were already laughing in conversation, so you decided to try and have somewhat of a good time tonight. The boys order a few more drinks, but you refrain from having more, You really didn’t want to get drunk or even tipsy tonight. 

An hour passes easily as the boys distract you from your misery, even making you laugh so much that your stomach hurt. It’s like the boys have a charm or something — they never fail to make you laugh when you’re feeling down.

Taehyung is clearly tipsy as he gets up from his seat and bows to you with his hand out. “Y/N, may I have this dance?” He snorts as soon as he says it, and Jungkook almost spills his drink from laughing at him. 

“You may,” you giggle, as he takes your hand and you end up on the crowded dance floor with him, Jungkook joining you both after a few minutes. 

You try to lose yourself in the music as you normally do, but instead of naturally moving to the music, you find every beat vibrates inside you, rippling you with anxiety and the hot bodies around you make it harder for you to breathe. You find yourself staggering slightly as any time someone brushes up next to you it makes you feel uneasy. Your throat suddenly feels dry, and you grab Jungkook’s arm to get his attention.

“I’m getting water!” you shout into his ear, so he can hear you over the music. 

He nods at you, watching as you leave the crowded dance floor. 

You stumble over to the bar, itching to get away from all those people. Sitting at the first vacant seat at the bar, you ask for water. You drop your head to the table, trying to drown out all the noise as you still struggle to breathe. panic starts to rise within you, unsure of what’s happening to you, so you pull out your phone and book an uber, desperate to get back to your quiet home.

Suddenly, you feel someone tap at your shoulder. You look up startled and your breathing increases even more when the man from earlier is leaning on the bar, seated next to you, multiple empty glasses in front of him.

You ignore him and drink your water, but you almost choke on it as you feel his hand on your upper thigh. You slam your glass down, grabbing the guys wrist off your leg, shoving it into his chest. 

“Don’t touch me,” you say firmly, looking at him in disgust. 

You don’t even wait to see his reaction, but grab your phone, and make for the exit. Your uber should be here soon.

Once outside, you inhale deeply, finding the cold air helps calm you down slightly. You walk from the club exit towards the curb, looking left and right down the quiet road. There’s no sign of your uber yet, so you pull out your phone to check the location — two minutes away. Sighing, you’re about to put your phone away and then you remember you need to text one of the boys you’ve left. 

But before you even start typing your message, you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind, gripping your wrists, so tightly, it hurt.

“What the heck?” you exclaim, trying to turn to see who it is, ignoring the fear that’s growing in your chest.

“I don’t like how you spoke to me.” the person whispers, breath heavy with the stench of alcohol. “And… you hit me.”  

Panic grips your heart as you realise it’s the same man from the bar. There’s no one else around and you’re too scared to call out for help.

You try to wrestle your hands free, but he doesn’t budge so without thinking you immediately lift your knee, coming back down hard to dig your heel into his foot. 

He cries out in pain, loosening his grip enough for you to pull free, elbowing him in the chest as you do. You whirl around while backing away, watching him rub his chest where you hit him. 

You’re afraid of what comes next — he’s definitely a lot heavier than you so you can’t fight him, and you’re sure there’s no way you can outrun him, or maybe you can since he’s heavily drunk.

“You little bitch!” he growls, taking two steps towards you before a voice calls out, loud and angry.

“Hey!”

You and the man both turn in the direction of the sound and your heart skips a beat when you see it’s Jimin. 

His jaw is clenched and before you even have time to process him being here, he’s thrown a punch, square to the guy’s jaw, instantly flooring him. 

You take a step back, gasping, as you look from the guy rolling around on the floor to Jimin, towering over him. 

“Jimin!” You hear Jungkook’s voice from somewhere, but you’re not focused on that, as Jimin looks at you, eyes searching yours for something. You suddenly feel them brim with tears as all the anxiety from earlier returns. Jimin’s expression grows hard, and he turns back to the guy on the floor, and starts throwing continuous punches at him. 

You want to tell him to stop, but you can’t get the words out, as your chest and throat constrict, preventing you from making any noise. 

“Jimin, stop!” Taehyung and Jungkook appear from around the corner, running up to pull him off the offender, who’s yelling at Jimin. He doesn’t get up easily, ripping his arms out of their grasp to keep landing punches on the guy wherever he could.

You see headlights coming from up ahead and you move towards the road, hoping it’s your uber, feeling an increased desperation to get away from all of this. You hear the boys shouting at Jimin, and then finally all you can hear is heavy breathing. 

You turn back to see the boys holding Jimin, while he just glares at the now bloodied up guy on the floor. Jungkook looks up at you, and sees the tears streaming down your face. He lets go of Jimin, and comes towards you as you turn back to face the uber that’s now in front of you. 

“Hey, Y/N, I’ll come home with you.” His tone made it clear he wasn’t asking. Not that you cared anyway. You still couldn’t breathe properly and the whole journey home, Jungkook tries all sorts of techniques to help calm you down. 

Thankfully you feel better once you reach your apartment, but your anxiety remains at a high and you haven't even began to process what had happened with Jimin. You take a long hot shower, wanting to rid yourself of the man’s touch, scrubbing yourself raw.

You stay in your room the whole night, hearing Jungkook fill Soomin and Yoongi in on what happened. You drown it all out, playing some calming music but no matter what you do, you can’t shake your anxiety. You text Soomin a little while later, asking her to sleep with you and within seconds she’s at your door, tiptoeing in the dark, to climb into bed next to you.

Her embrace helps settle you enough that you finally fall asleep, mind feeling numb from the night.

A/N: thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, please reblog / leave a comment / send an ask! it means a lot <3

I have attachment issues and I don’t want to lose the gifs I used when I originally posted the story so you will find them at the end of each chapter 🥺

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1ST RULE:   Tag 9 muses you would like to know better

@hxrxzxn (Daehyun), @blkjkr (Iseul and Raon), @fxllxnbx (Jehyun), @frczenpcetry (Jaehwan) @starguk-seoulstars (Ravn) @graphitecrystals​ (

2ND RULE:   BOLD (or italicize) the statements that are true for your muse

Get to know my muse: Jisung, the prince.

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I was on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

fandoms are my #1 passion

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or er in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person i consider a “best friend”

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the united states

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

I have made a new friend in the past year

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BITTER/SWEET | 5

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Yoongi x Reader

word count: 3k

idol au, smut, fluff, angst, slow burn, slash, nsfw, 18+

warnings: explicit sexual content, rough sex, submission, dominance, light bondage, degrading language, oral sex, anal play, multiple orgasms

On Sunday morning, you messaged the number on the card that Yoongi left behind, letting him know that this was your number. You checked your phone all day, barely able to focus on anything, but he or whoever was on the other end of that number didn't respond.

Monday and Tuesday came and went with a constant nervous but excited ball in your stomach. You struggled to focus on your work and tried to work on your fanfic, but all you could think about was his hand on your throat, how dizzy it made you feel. Your mind was entirely clouded by him.

Wednesday, you wake up bright and early for a gynecologist appointment. As you sit in the waiting room, you notice your phone light up. Excited, you look at it, but it's not Yoongi; it's Daehyun. You've been trying to gently let him down, telling him you're too busy for anything regular right now, but he's so persistent and checks in every day to see how you are, asking when he can see you again. We fucked once, man; come on.

After the appointment, you gather all of the paperwork showing your negative test results and take a photo, sending it to the number that hasn't responded for several days. You've just gotten home and had been considering taking a nap even though you have work to do, but you notice your phone light up with a message from Yoongi.

The message simply reads, "When can we meet?"

Nervous, you reply, "I'm free any time," and set your phone down with a bang, pacing around your kitchen. After several gruelingly silent minutes, you decide to shower and ignore your phone for a little while since it's making you so flustered. 

While drying off, you find two new messages: The first is the address and room number for a hotel, followed by "meet me after 6."

The second message, sent several minutes after the first, says, "Wear something I can destroy. Bring a change of clothes."

You stare at the second message until your vision blurs. Holy shit. It's only 3, but you're so antsy you decide to get ready right away.

Fumbling around your closet, you find a red, short satin dress with a slit up the front left side that you've always held onto but never really loved to wear often. You put it on over red satin panties and no bra. In a backpack, you pack a hoodie and jeans. You wonder if he would like the sight of mascara tears as you apply dark eye makeup, and you keep your hair down but bring a hair tie just in case. 

With time to kill, you sit down to write, getting a head start on your new chapter. You describe what you're wearing and what the text messages say. You assume Yoongi wants these details included, but he wasn't clear on exactly what you should write, only that he'd provide the source material. Of course, in your story, this isn't the first time you've met, but it is the first time he's given you instructions, and your anticipation is palpable as you type.

5:30 finally rolls around, and you finish your outfit off with black flats and your black leather jacket. You order a taxi and wait impatiently for it to show up, watching the car icon slowly traverse the map on your phone before notifying you that it is almost here.

You're dizzy, feeling like you might throw up. The car ride is long enough to make the anticipation build more and more, and you stare out the window, not really looking at anything.

When you arrive to your destination, you get out of the car, stunned by how tall and beautiful this hotel is. You've never been to a place this fancy before, and you feel a little out of place as you walk in, finding everything black and gold and very expensive. You make your way to the top floor and realize the room is a penthouse suite. Of course it is.

You knock on the door at 6:03pm. The door opens, and you find Yoongi standing there, black shirt unbuttoned just enough that you can see slight curves of his chest peeking out, his black hair is wet and a little disheveled, falling over his face, revealing his undercut, and he eyes you up with a smirk before finally letting you inside. You step out of your shoes, following him into the large suite, sitting next to him on a couch.

"I own this room," Yoongi grumbles, waving his hand lazily as if he doesn't really care about it. There's a kitchen to the right when you enter, and in the center, there's a large L-shaped couch surrounding a big wooden table and an even bigger flat screen TV. To the left is a king-sized bed with black and gold bedding, and to the left of the bed is the bathroom.

"We'll be meeting here primarily, if not always," Yoongi says.

You look around at all of the fine details. This suite is nice.

"Want anything? Water? A beer?" Yoongi asks.

"Yes..." you respond playfully.

He gets up, walks over to the fridge, and leans in a little, his slacks hugging his ass as he grabs you a beer, then he stands and pours you a glass of water. Turning around, he notices you staring and smiles, gums poking out and looking a little shy for just a moment before bringing you the beverages. He has a beer of his own on the table and holds it out to cheers.

"You look good in red," Yoongi rasps, eyeing you. 

You sit with your legs bent under you, facing Yoongi on the couch. He's so quiet as he looks you over, making you squirm a little nervously. The beer loosens you up a little, and you start to feel more comfortable sitting next to him. You're still shocked that any of this is happening at all, but it's slowly starting to settle. Yoongi is clearly not one for small talk.

Finally feeling a little bold, you lean in towards Yoongi and ask, "so what did you have in mind for me today?"

Yoongi stares at you for a moment and then gets up, finishes his beer, and walks to the bed. You finish your beer as well, eyes fixed on him as he sits on the edge.

"Come here," he instructs, no emotion on his face, his eyes fixed on you.

You stand up and finally remove your jacket. The excitement of being with Yoongi plus the loss of the warm leather on your shoulders cause your nipples to harden, which he notices, licking his lips as he watches you walk over and stand in front of him. You wait for Yoongi to make a move, but he sits still a moment longer, eyeing you up and down.

With a smirk, Yoongi finally pulls you close, causing one of his legs to be in between yours and one of yours between his. Yoongi pulls you down for a kiss, his skilled tongue pushing into your mouth, opening you for him. Blood rushes to your head, dizzying you as you try to comprehend that you’re kissing Yoongi. You moan softly into his mouth as he plays with your tongue, circling around it with his. He bites your lip gently before pushing himself back into your mouth. You always imagined what it must be like to kiss him, but you could never prepare yourself for how good it feels.

Grabbing your hair in his fist, Yoongi pulls your face before finding your throat with his lips. You gasp as he tongues and kisses your throat and neck, working his way to your ear. Yoongi's thigh grazes your core, and you become weak from the feeling of him sucking on your earlobe and neck and groaning softly into your ear. You're becoming so wet for him; you want him to touch you so badly.

Yoongi’s free hand pulls down at your right dress strap, and you aid him by pulling your arm out of it. He slowly pulls the satin down more, exposing your right breast. You gasp as his fingers find your nipple, twisting it gently before letting go of your hair and taking your breast in his other hand. Yoongi licks at and sucks gently on your nipple, sending a wave of excitement over you. You moan quietly as he grabs you firmly by the ass, pulling you closer to him.

"This dress is cute, what a shame," Yoongi says before grabbing at a slit in the front and ripping the fabric, tearing a large strip off of the skirt, leaving the rest hanging limply over your ass, your thighs and panties exposed. You gasp, having forgotten about his plan to destroy this dress.

Yoongi stands now, pulling your hands above your head and tying them with the fabric. He lets go, and you rest your hands on top of your head, your breathing becoming shaky. Yoongi walks behind you, and you can hear his belt buckle, then his zipper.

"Sit on the bed," Yoongi commands, and you do, turning and watching as he unbuttons and removes his shirt, untucking it from his undone pants and tossing it aside. His pale chest and arms are toned, flexing slightly as he moves, and you realize your mouth is hanging open, drool beginning to pool at the corners of your mouth. Fuck, he is hot. You can see his erection, and you're surprised by his size. Yoongi notices and grins, grabbing you by the chin.

"Turn your hands, so they're facing me," Yoongi commands, walking over as he palms his cock that's poking out of his loose pants, stretching out his briefs. "If you need me to stop, you can pinch me...since you won't be able to tell me."

Yoongi pulls his cock out of his briefs but doesn't entirely remove them, tucking the fabric under his balls and stroking himself. Precum is glistening on the tip, and it looks incredible, long and pale and pink. Yoongi grabs you by the head and guides himself into your mouth, first pushing slowly into your cheek before pulling all the way out and then thrusting slowly into your throat. You gag on him, but Yoongi doesn't relent, holding himself in your throat for a moment to let you get used to the feeling.

He bucks his hips, fucking your face, and you can feel tears already begin to well up, but you love how it feels to finally be taking him, breathing through your nose to be good for him. Although it gets a little rough at times, you don't pinch him; you don't want him to stop. Yoongi's movements become sloppy after a while, and you brace yourself for him to cum, but he pulls out instead. You open your eyes, mouth hanging open and covered in drool, tears running down your face, and he smiles.

"Please cum for me," you beg, looking up at Yoongi through your eyelashes.

Yoongi scoffs and shoves his dick back into your throat, thrusting a little more until finally, with a loud moan, he fills your throat with his warm fluid. Wasting no time, he pulls out, grabs you by the throat, guiding you as you stand up.

You hardly get your footing before you're pushed onto your back on the bed, hands above your head. Yoongi pulls your ass to the very edge and stands between your legs in front of you. You're so turned on and lay there, breasts heaving, one exposed. He rips your dress more, up to your belly, and you jump a little at this.

Yoongi touches your tummy, running a finger down to your thigh and then up to your hip. You're becoming more wet, desperate to be touched more, to be fucked. He gently touches your nipple and runs a finger up to your neck and back down. He's teasing you, and it's driving you crazy. He's so quiet, alternating between being rough and then slow.

"What if I just teased you and then sent you home?" Yoongi smirks.

You feel your eyes widen desperately. "Please," you beg, not entirely sure what you're begging him for.

"Please?" Yoongi asks, kneeling down on the floor in between your legs.

"Please, I want you so bad," you whine, and you can only see Yoongi's eyes now, his face level with your core.

"Say my name," he growls, touching your labia gently over your panties with one hand, sending a tiny explosion through your body.

"Please, Yoongi," you beg, trying to maintain eye contact but feeling your eyes roll back at his touch. "Please, I need you."

Just as the fictional character Yoongi did in your latest story, Yoongi grabs your panties in both hands and rips them, leaving them hanging from one of your thighs. You gasp and look down, meeting his eyes once more as you feel him slowly part your folds with one finger, discovering how wet you are, feeling your body react to his touch. Yoongi pushes into you as far as his finger will go, and you moan loudly as you feel him inside of you, tightening around his long digit. He pulls it out and then pushes a second one in, this time with his fingers facing up to hook a little, finding your erogenous area and playing with it. Your hips buck slightly as he slowly builds you up with his fingers.

"Fuck," you gasp.

Yoongi's tongue finds your clit, gently at first, flicking it and then harder, lapping eagerly. You cry out, feeling your thighs tremble as he brings you close to orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you whine, your bound hands grasping at air, wishing you were holding onto the back of his head. 

Yoongi’s movements speed up, and he begins fucking you with his hand much harder than before, tongue still lapping at your clit. You let out a loud moan as an intense orgasm washes over you. Yoongi doesn't let up, continuing to finger fuck you, overstimulating you with his mouth and hand, holding onto your thigh tightly with his other hand. You can't do anything but build up and release another orgasm, gripping onto the mattress as you mewl and writhe, on the verge of screaming. Yoongi pulls his hand out of you finally and removes his briefs. He's rock hard again.

"Get up," Yoongi growls, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you off the bed.

Your legs are shaky as Yoongi guides you towards the nearby wall, pressing you against it while he stands behind you. Your torn dress hangs off of your one shoulder, tummy, and ass exposed as the ripped bottom half lays limp off to the side, torn panties falling past your foot as you move. Pushing your face into the wall with one hand, Yoongi spreads your legs and pulls your hips with the other hand, arching your back to him.

You feel Yoongi’s cock against your labia, and it makes you weak; you want it so badly. He runs it up down your slit a few times, gathering your slick cum on the tip just before pushing into you slowly. Yoongi’s hand moves from your face down to your throat, where he grabs you, pulling you towards him, the back of your head touching his chest before he thrusts into you as deep as he can go. You cry out as he stretches you around him, pulling out slowly and pushing into you hard a few more times, and you try but fail to hold onto the wall.

Then Yoongi bucks his hips hard and fast, pressing you into the wall. The sensation of both pleasure and pain as he fucks you causes you to scream between moans. Yoongi’s hand returns to holding your face into the wall, and he digs his fingers into your hip with his other hand as he fucks you unrelentingly.

"Do you like to be called a slut," Yoongi growls into your ear.

You let out a weak yes in between moans. Yoongi slaps your ass hard, making you scream.

"You beautiful little slut," Yoongi teases, "so eager to please me." 

All of his fingers are now digging into both hips as his movements start to get sloppy again. You feel an orgasm building in you as well, but he unties your hands and pulls out, shoving you back to the bed.

"Fuck, I can't decide where I want you," Yoongi growls before commanding you to get on your knees, following close behind you.

You crawl to the middle of the bed on your hands and knees and arch your back for Yoongi as he grabs your hips and reenters you, quickly returning to fucking you as a punishing speed.

Yoongi pulls your head up with one hand and growls, "I want you to completely surrender to me" into your ear.

You feel a wet finger on your asshole and let out a cry as he slowly pushes it in, filling you even more. Slowly fingering your ass while fucking you, you feel an orgasm building back up.

He must feel you tightening around his cock, ready to cum, and groans, "Not yet. Wait for me."

A second wet finger slowly pushes into your ass, and you cry out from how amazing the stretch feels as Yoongi fucks you hard with his hand and his cock.

"Please, I can't hold on much longer," you beg.

"Alright, you needy little slut, cum for me," Yoongi commands.

The sound of Yoongi’s voice pushes you over the edge, and you bury your face in the bed, moaning loudly and squeezing him with your holes. Yoongi moans and finally comes undone, filling your pussy with his warm release. His thrusts slow before he finally pulls his fingers out, then his cock.

You collapse onto the bed, completely exhausted, and he joins, laying on his back next to you. You try to catch your breath, but your entire body is still buzzing from being so well fucked. You're already replaying the scene in your mind, imagining how to describe what just happened, feeling his cum start to drip out of you.

"Friday night, come back?" Yoongi asks, now gently running his finger along your back.

You let out a feeble nod into the bed, and Yoongi chuckles.

"You sure you can handle me again?"

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Mrs. August Walker’s Fic Rec

Candy Boy [Mike]

Set one year before the Hellworld Film.

You grew up with Mike as your best friend. And after five years of not having seen him, hormones change EVERYTHING. As so kinks. This is entirely self indulgent, just a lot of Mike and kinky sex.

Very fem!dom, mostly soft Fem!Dom

Chapter 1 - Reconnection

Cassa Nova’s Silver Lining [Napoleon Solo]

Waverly wants you to marry Napoleon, so he has a watertight story for the CIA. Except Waverly wants you to really do it. You say yes, because you do want that sweet raise.

Chapter 1 - Mrs Solo? Chapter 2 - The Guest Bed

I Assume I Am Too Young For This

Ancient Aaron Carpenter Fic, Unfinished

Chapter 1 - Young and Stupid Chapter 2 - Young and Impulsive

Necessary Seed

Dystopian Breeding Fic

The World is falling into decay. The human race is diseased. In a bid to rejuvenate both planet and people, only the healthiest people are allowed to breed. And not even with whom they choose. It’s just your luck you are selected to breed with August Walker.

Chapter 1 - The Drafting

Noona

BAP Mobster AU, discontinued. This still involved Himchan.

Chapter 0 - The Bachelor Chapter 1 - The Lost and Found Chapter 2 - The Mansion Chapter 2 - With Daehyun

Out of Time into His Arms [Charles Brandon]

I was requested a fic about The Reader time traveling to Tudor England and overwhelming Charles Brandon with what a stronk indepedamt woman she is. This idea sort of ran away with my brain. This is going to be a multichaptered fic, spanning all four seasons of The Tudors. There will be smut, there will be magic and there will be one (1) Lovecraftian God.

Chapter 1 - The Alchemist .. and his daughter, of course Chapter 2 - Laying out some Rules Chapter 3 - Eating Hairs Chapter 4 - Hearts Collided

Redemption [August Walker]

I will forever live on denying August Walker is dead. Just a raunchy short fic.

August Walker is not a very open man, but when he meets you, something changes. He can’t quite tell what. Maybe it is how you treat him like he is actually a human and not some killing machine.

Chapter 1 - Safe House

Sand Makes Frail Foundations [Captain Syverson]

A short to medium Captain Syverson fic.

You are a diplomat, he is an army man. But one look is enough to bind you two together.

Set post Sand Castle Film.

Chapter 1 - Mounting the War Horse

Steel Man, Gold Heart [Clark Kent]

You give the farm boy inside Clark Kent’s heart a home to run to.

You, as Bruce Wayne’s PA, think you know everything about this world, but Clark lifts the curtain and shows you that there is so much more.

Ch 1 - Hitting it off Quickly

Stories of our Skin [Walter Marshall]

A simple slice of life Walter Marshall fic. Slice of life, bookstore romance, the whole shabang. Except Walter is not good at romance and very good at sex.

Ch 1 - A Free Cup of Coffee

The Prophet [August Walker]

August x Self Fic. Self serving, I do this for me.

Ch 1 - Stuck on you Ch 2 -  Burning Right Through Me Ch 3 - Delayed Gratification Ch 4 - Kiss Me With Your Torture Ch 5 - Killing Me Softly Ch 6 - Failing

White Wolf Returning [Geralt of Rivia]

He need no one. But you bring him home.

Mix of Book, Game and Show canon, rolling into one blunt of getting high on Geralt of Rivia being amazing in bed. Porn without plot and entirely self serving.

Chapter 1 - Found Witcher 

Why Does Money Pave the Way? [Sugar Daddy!Bruce Wayne and Sugar Baby!Clark Kent]

Clark finds himself in a certain arrangement with Bruce Wayne and so do you, when the two of you start dating, shit hits the fan in a couple of ways.

Ch 1 - This Thing We Sink Into

Wolves White and Red

Just some self indulgent BS in Witcher Verse

Ch 1 - In Conjunction

[bbfreckle]

Jongup: so is it true?

Daehyun: is what true?

Jongup: do blondes really have more fun?

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❉ 139 Dreams (Daehyun Jung) Intentions

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Genre: Angst, Supernatural, AU, Fluff, Romance, Crossover ☁

Word Count: 1,761 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Jung Daehyun ☁

World: Kpop, B.A,P ☁

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You never believed in love. It was never part of your world, ripped from you at a young age. You were a hunter, a soldier against the inhuman creatures inhabiting the world. You lived a cursed life, one that saw more death than any one person should witness. You’ve spent too many years crying over people that were ripped from you and you finally decided to stop caring. No matter what happened, you refused to get close to another human being, and for many years, it worked out for you. If you didn’t care about anyone, your enemies would have no one to destroy.

Although it wasn’t the best, you had accepted that this was your life. Once you become a hunter, there’s no escaping it.

That’s what you always told yourself, what you wholeheartedly believed until he entered your life.

It happened so suddenly that you’re still not sure about the events that had taken place. You had been in Seoul, tracking down a small coven of vampires that had been terrorizing the locals. All of them were sitting in their home just waiting for you to murder them, except for the youngest, who you tracked down to a nightclub several blocks away. You found the vampire in question, about to bite a man that was clearly drunk and unaware of his surroundings. One clean sweep of your hatchet was all it took to end the terror the clan had been spreading.

You had been in similar situations many times before and you had no problem walking away from the victims. There were dozens of people just a few feet away – one of them would eventually enter the back room and find the male, but this time was different.

His eyes were clouded over from the mixture of alcohol in his system and the pheromones injected by the vampire. His hand reached out for your own as he slid down the wall, too inebriated to stay on his feet without assistance. You wanted to walk away like you had done thousands of times before, but your feet would not obey. You couldn’t break your gaze from his.

His plump lips parted, but no sound escaped.

Knowing you were going to regret your decision, you helped him back onto his feet, throwing his arm around your shoulders. It took some patience to get him through the crowd, but you managed, stepping out into the cold night.

“Where do you live?” You questioned, only to grunt when the weight suddenly increased. He nearly hit the ground, but you managed to readjust your grip, setting him against the wall. He was out cold, his chest rising and falling as he slept. With a groan, you repositioned him so he’d fall onto your back. You were seriously regretting your decision now, but it was too late to turn back now.

You struggled to get back to your hotel, which wasn’t too far from the nightclub. A couple people sitting outside looked at you strangely but you just sent them what you hoped was a friendly smile before hastily sliding the keycard into the slot.

Backing up to the bed, you released your grip and let him fall, lightly bouncing on the mattress. He didn’t stir from his slumber. How were you going to explain why he was in a stranger’s hotel room? Whatever, you’d cross that bridge when you got to it.

After that night, there was a little piece of red twine that tied the two of you together. No matter where you went, you would run into Daehyun despite trying your best to avoid him. He was after your heart, and that terrified you. By the time you realized what was happening, it was far too late – you were addicted to each other and neither could get enough.

In the blink of an eye, you had been dating each other for two years. The fear never left you, but Daehyun instilled a small flame of hope in your heart – hope that you could love and be loved, and live a normal life.

This would prove to be your biggest mistake.

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From the moment you woke up, you had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t know what was causing it, but you knew something wasn’t right. The unease made you stick to Daehyun like glue, your body on high alert. Being the clingy shit he is, he thoroughly enjoyed being so close to you at all times throughout the day, unaware of the real reason behind your sudden clinginess.

Daehyun poked your cheek, a smile on his lips. “I need to get my makeup done, babe.”

Your grip around him tightened for a moment before you reluctantly released him.

He chuckled, pecking your lips. “I’m not going far.”

Your eyes followed him as he crossed the room, greeting a cordi as he took a seat in the chair. You caught her eyes and felt a chill go down your spine, your heart picking up speed. A sense of dread filled you, one you had become quite familiar with. Swallowing hard, you sucked in a breath, quickly exhaling. Wrapped up in the words was a faint, “Cristo”.

The cordi’s head snapped up, eyes scanning the room. It only lasted for a moment, but her eyes turned completely black, swallowing the sclera and iris.

It felt like your heart stopped.

“Are you okay?” Jongup asked softly, noticing how tense and rigid your body had become, hands turning white as they tightened around your jeans.

“Fine,” you breathed out shakily. “I’m fine,”

He wasn’t convinced, but he let it go, sparing you a worried glance every few minutes.

Daehyun was the last of the boys to get his makeup done, so when the cordi finished with him, she packed the makeup and left the room. He tried to wrap his arms around you, but you pulled away.

“I have to use the bathroom,” you rushed out of the room, running after her. She knew you were following her, but her relaxed pace didn’t change as she entered an unused room, glancing at you as she did so.

Your eyes scanned the area, making sure it was clear before you pulled out your knife. It was infused with salt, holy water, and demon blood. While it couldn’t kill a demon, it would certainly hurt them long enough for you to exorcise them.

You slowly entered the room, closing the door behind you.

She was sitting on a broken stool, her legs crossed as she applied mascara. “You seem a bit young to be a hunter.”

“There’s many that are younger than I am.” You commented, taking a few steps forward but careful to keep your distance.

She sighed dramatically, snapping the compact shut. “I came to Seoul because I heard there were very few hunters here. My luck would lead me straight into one.”

Your grip on the knife tightened. “What are your intentions here, demon?”

She clicked her tongue. “I have a name, human.”

“I couldn’t care less, you’ll be back in hell soon enough.”

Her eyes narrowed, red lips pursing. “Or we could make a deal.”

“Do you really think I’m fool enough to make a deal with a demon?” You scoffed, pointing your knife in her direction. “I’ve been around long enough to know better.”

“Hmm, even if it’s in your best interest?” She smirked, leaning forward. “You wouldn’t want anything to happen to your precious Daehyun, would you?”

Hearing his name triggered something within you and you rushed forward, aiming for her throat. She easily dodged your attack, gripping your wrist so tight that you lost feeling in your hand. The knife fell, clattering against the ground.

“Humans never change. Make them angry and they lose all sense of danger, rushing into their own death.” Her grip tightened for s moment before she shoved you down, the wind knocked out of you. “Calm down, I don’t want to fight.”

“Then what do you want?!” You demanded with a growl, trying to ignore the pain in your wrist.

She pursed her lips, eyes growing distant for a moment. “Peace,”

“…eh?”

“I just want peace. I’ve paid for my mistakes, centuries of paying for them. I made it out of hell, and I won’t be going back anytime soon.” Her eyes bore into your own. “We’re not so different, you and I. We’re both running away from a fate we didn’t want…”

You bit your lip, heart racing. Your mind was screaming at you for even considering such a thing. “What… What are the terms of your deal?”

“We scratch each other’s back. You help me fend off any hunters that happen to pass through, and I’ll help you protect that boy from any creatures that come after him.” She held out her hand, waiting for you to accept.

Your hand shook as it hovered over yours. Making a deal with a demon went against everything you believed in, everything that had been ingrained in you since childhood, but you would do anything to protect Daehyun. “Deal,”

She easily pulled you up, her lips finding yours. “The deal has been sealed. Pleasure doing business with you, human.”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, watching as she headed for the door. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

She paused, glancing over her shoulder. “Alera,” And then she was gone.

You took a few minutes to compose yourself before heading back to the boys. It still felt as if your insides were shaking, but at least it wasn’t something others could see.

Daehyun’s eyes lit up when you entered the room and his arms immediately found your body. “I missed you~”

You buried your face in his chest, breathing in deep. His scent invaded your senses, helping to calm your nerves. It didn’t matter what you had done or what hell you would face. All that mattered was the man before you and his happiness.

“I’ll do anything for you, Dae.”

His heart fluttered and he picked you up, your feet hovering over the ground. “I know and I love it! I’ll do anything for you too, Y/N.”

You pressed your lips against his, nipping at his plump lower lip. He groaned in approval.

“Ahem,” Himchan cleared his throat loudly. “Maybe you could wait until AFTER the interview?”

Daehyun broke out in laughter, snuggling his face into your neck. His happiness was pure, tugging at your heartstrings as you ran your hand through his soft hair.

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▸ GENRE: angst, drama. ▸ PAIRING: none. ▸ WORD COUNT: 0.8k ▸ WARNINGS: Swearing, verbal fighting, angst

No one knows how the fight started, but here they were, standing in the living room, screaming their heads off at each other. Hanuel had her hands over her ears, tears streaming down her face as she curled up on the couch. Nari was standing in front of Hanuel, as if her physical being could block out the arguing. 

“Get out of your head!” Micha seethed at Rushi, who was one of the contributors to starting the fight.

“Rich words coming from you.” Rushi spat back. “You’re totally different, how can you not see that? All of you are different!”

“Different? How are we different?” Soyeon demanded, unable to control her frustration.

“You really don’t see it?” Haeun questioned incredulously. “You’re all so cliquey and you treat the rest of us like we’re backup dancers, not your teammates.”

“Stop being so insecure.” Micha rolled her eyes.

“Insecure? I’m trying to tell you how the rest of us feel and you call me insecure?” Haeun blinked, not believing her ears.

“I mean that’s what you are. You’ve always been insecure. All this talk comes from a place of jealousy and insecurity.” Eunha chimed in, her hands moving while she talked. 

Haeun let out a disbelieved and mirthless chuckle. “Wow. Just wow.”

“Again, rich coming from you, Eunha. Wow. You guys just love projecting, don’t you?” Rushi jabbed, running a hand through her hair. 

“Don’t go there, Rushi.” Nari warned.

“What do you mean, rich coming from me?” Eunha demanded, although her expression looked a little startled.

“I think you know.” Rushi stated, although her eyes were laced with concern. Eunha’s cheeks flared up, a rosy tint growing darker and darker on her face.

“Why don’t you just mind your fucking business?” Eunha’s voice raised, taking a few steps forward.

“Woah, woah.” Nari abandoned her spot in front of Haneul to block the two girls from each other. “Let’s tackle one problem at a time here, please.”

“Rushi just wants to start shit, that’s all she ever does.” Soyeon seethed. Rushi’s attention shot towards Soyeon.

“Oh, all I ever do? What have you been doing for fun lately, Soyeon? We’d all love to know.” “Rushi, please,” Yerin begged, rubbing her temples as she sat on the end of the couch. She’s been having migraines since the fighting started, and it was only getting worse. 

“Why are you so obsessed with what other people are doing?” Soyeon demanded. “Maybe if you weren’t so caught up in other people’s shit, you’d actually be improving.”

“Soyeon!” Yerin shouted, but her voice didn’t carry as much power as it usually does.

“I’ve been practicing just as hard as anyone here. You would know that if you were here, but you’ve been practicing other things at Daehyun’s.” Rushi bombed. Soyeon suddenly crossed the floor with such speed that she almost got away with throttling her fellow trainee, but Chiayu intercepted her, holding her back. Rushi didn’t even blink.

“That’s enough!” Yerin shouted, standing up at last. The girls all shot their heads towards Yerin. 

“We’ve all been stressed, we’ve all been working hard. It’s not valid to say that some people are working harder than others. It’s also not valid to use someone’s personal life as a comeback.” Yerin gave a look at Rushi and Soyeon.

“No one’s going to bed angry. That’s not going to help anyone. Let’s try to talk about this like women, please.” Yerin demanded. Everyone around her slowly started to sit in a chair or on the floor, creating a makeshift circle. 

“Does someone want to go first in explaining how they feel?” Yerin asked, sitting cross legged next to Eunha. 

The girls went around the room, expressing how they feel one at a time. Once everything had been said, Yerin nodded.

“I think this is my fault. I should have known that the subunit thing would affect our dynamic. I should have communicated and ensured you guys better. I’m sorry. You guys are just as talented and as valued as those who are in a subunit. From now on we’ll be more aware of our actions and words, okay?” Yerin finished, looking around the circle. Everyone nodded.

“As for the personal stuff that occured during our fight. That’s on the individual. If anyone needs help,” Yerin let her eyes drift over Soyeon and Eunha for a moment before returning to her speech. “Know that I am here for you always. As a group we should be each other’s support system. We’re a team, a family, if you will. We’re only as strong as our weakest link.”

“Now, does anyone have anything else they want to say before bed?” Yerin finalized. No one objected. They broke for bed, and Yerin couldn’t remember the last time she was so thankful for sleep. 

“You did well, unnie.” Haneul said quietly as she passed. “Thank you.” 

Yerin placed a loving hand on the younger girl’s head. “Thank you, Haneul. Sweet dreams.” 

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I Wanna Make You Mine Chapter 1:

You’ve been running your father’s business ever since your older brother had died. Your dad had been raising him to take over the family business, but when he was murdered, your mother had taken it hard and it had led her to leave your father. Your father had almost killed everyone in his sight when he found out that she left.

When he started to train you, quickly might you add, to take over his business. He’d already been training you how to fight so that you could run his arms deals when your brother would take over. So you were versed on how to tell if someone was lying, how to tell if they were bluffing, and how to act during these deals. You already knew how to do most of this stuff since you’d been training to take over the weapons side of things.

You honestly didn’t know if you were ready, but you really didn’t have a choice since you father had been murdered on your doorstep. He’d been telling you about some trouble he’d been having with a rival group that was trying to take some of his land. So when you came home to see him on the step, you didn’t know whether to cry or to go out and find the bastard who did this. Deciding to go find the dumbass who did this, you called your father, who you guess was now your second, Jihun.

“Hello?”

“Jihun we have a problem.” You said as you looked away from your dad.

“What kind of problem?” He asked as you heard him yelling for the others. “And where are you?”

“The kind that involves someone killing my father on your front doorstep.” You tried to keep your voice steady, but you had grown up with him.

“We’ll be there in 2 minutes okay. Go inside. I know you have your gun on you, go lock the door and we’ll deal with your dad’s body.” You hurried inside and tried not to look at the blood that was splattered on the door. “Go and grab the files and stuff from your dad’s office too.”

“Okay.” You said quietly and hung up on Jihun. You pulled out your gun and cautiously walked inside. You didn’t see that anything had been messed with, but you still wanted to be cautious. When you grabbed the files, you sat down in the kitchen, waiting for the boys to get there.

You guessed you’d spaced out because the next thing you heard was your name being called from the entryway. Pulling your weapon out on the person who was calling for you.

“Hey, take it easy.” You heard Seoham say, holding his hands out. Sagging, you put your weapon down.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He pulled you into his tall, lanky frame. “I’m sorry about your dad.” And then Heejun was coming inside, along with Inseong.

When you’d started living at the main house, the one where almost everyone stayed at, you began to fall into your roll of boss. Jihun had been helping you a lot while you were getting used to calling all the shots. After you got through your first drug deal, many of the guys that had been loyal to your father, who’d been apprehensive about you leading, had started to trust you to make good decisions.

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After 3 years, you still hadn’t found the people responsible for your father’s death. You’d been on the verge of kidnapping one of the rival gangs informats to find out, but you’d gotten a lead on the gang that had been having issues with your father before he died.

You’d made many allies through, many of them being female led since most of the leaders here were male. You’d grown close to Jiu, who had brought you information in exchange for some drugs that you’d gotten. Along with Jiu, you’d made allies with B.A.P., who had become some of your closest friends. Yongguk, their leader, had been in the same predicament as you. His family had been murdered, the only reason he was alive was because he was at school. He once said that you reminded him of their youngest, Zelo. Zelo had been abandoned as a child and when he started to get into gangs, Yongguk had taken him in. Now Zelo was one of the best assassins that anyone could hire.

You were sat in your office when Yongguk called you.

“Y/N.” He sounded like he was out of breath. “We have a problem. One of your shipments got hit. And when we realized it was the same group who’d been hitting our weapons shipments, so we went to check it out. We were ambushed, Himchan got captured.” You heard shots come towards him again.

“Head to the safe house. I’ll meet you there with the boys.” You said as you heard him yelling for the guys. “And please don’t get fuckin shot.”

When you rolled up to the safe house, which was one of the few you had around in this area, you immediately saw Zelo peeking out of the upstairs window. Nodding at him, you enter the house. First thing you see is Jongup patching up Daehyun and Youngjae. Yongguk was at the kitchen table, laptop and papers laid out across the table.

“We’ll I’m not surprised that you can’t listen to me.” You huffed as you walked over to Jongup to look over the other 2.

“We’ll you know how chicks love scars.” Daehyun tried to laugh as he winked at you. You shook your head, told Inseong to help Jongup with those 2, and walked over to where Yongguk was sitting. You looked over him quickly, making sure that he’d gotten his wounds attended too, and peeked over his laptop.

“So what do you know?” You asked as you pulled some of the documents to read.

“It’s a small group, they’re new.” He started as he handed you the file. “I don’t know how they’ve been able to get to our shipments. We think that they have an insider.” You looked up at that.

“An insider?”

“Either that or they have intel on us. Which is also possible but we really don’t have any idea which one it is.” He sighed as he rubbed his side. “Everyone has intel on everyone, I’m sure that they have intel on us since we run the trafficking and weapons mostly.” You smiled at him and bumped shoulders. “I’m gonna look into this group, you have Dongwon get some intel on their guys. What they do and what they’re good at. I’ll have Youngjae to look into their deals, see what they’re doing with the stuff they’ve been doing that they stole.” You nodded and called Dongwon over. Heejun was outside, Jihun and Dongwon had went up stairs to check on Zelo.

“What’s up boss?”

“I need you to look into these guys.” You said quietly. “Get with Youngjae when they get back to base to get what info they know about them.” Dongwon nodded.

“Do we at least know their name, I could see what I could find out now.” You shook your head. “Not right now. We need to make sure all of our shipments are extra guarded. I don’t want any more of my shit getting stole.” Dongwon nodded again. Leaving to go outside and make a few phone calls.

“Dongwon’s on it. Just send him the info when you get back.” You patted Yongguk on the back. “I’m glad you’re okay though.” You smiled a little and pushed him into the seat. “Now stop being a stubborn bitch and let someone check your wounds.” He groaned.

“How the hell did you know?” 

“You kept rubbing your side. And you didn’t put any weight on your left shoulder when you put your arm on the table like you usually do.” You shook your head. “Jongup are you done in there?”

“Yeah. What’s up?” He asked as he poked his head around the open doorway.

“Come check on him,” You nodded your head over to Youngguk. “He’s being an idiot and hurt himself.” Jongup sighed and looked like he wanted to hit him up against the head.

“Bang Yongguk, how many times have I told you to pull your head out of your ass.” You laughed a little as you went upstairs. Finding Zelo and Jihun in the main corridor, they were both looking out over where your guards and Heejun were.

“We’re getting ready to go Hun.” You said as you pulled Zelo into a hug. “Go get the guys and meet me at the car.” You ruffled Zelo’s hair and walked downstairs with him.

“Yongguk, stay here as long as you need.” You saw Jongup pathing up a small graze on his side.

“Thanks Y/N.”

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Doomed to Confess

Deahyun x fem!reader | cheater, smut, Choi Seunghyun

Word count: 930

Requested by a very patient anon

I hope you enjoy and that this is what you meant aaahhh!!

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“Do you work tonight?” Seunghyun asks you as you are very clearly getting dressed for work.

“No. I just like dressing up like a waitress in my free time.” You reply, giving a fake smile. “The skirt is extremely comfortable.”

“Oh. Well, bring me back something to eat.”

“Please?”

“Please!”

You kiss his cheek after you finish getting ready for work. He grabs your arm and pulls you closer, whining slightly before kissing your again.

“You should call off. Just for one night.” He pouts.

“My manager will fire the holy hell out of me.”

You kiss him once more before grabbing your keys and leaving. The drive to work is anything but exciting. There is the normal mid-day traffic and and the stop for coffee to keep yourself awake for the shift.

A few staff members greet you as you rush through the front doors. A waitress stops you and warns you that your manager is pissed you are late. You hold your breath and run to the computer to clock-in. A shadow covers the screen and you awkwardly turn to face the figure. Daehyun stands there with his arms crossed. You lower your head and begin to apologize but he cuts you off.

“If you’re late one more time, I’m gonna have to write you up.” He looks at you in disappointment.

“Sorry. Seunghyun was-” You are cut off once more.

“I don’t care about Seunghyun. You’re expected to be here on time from now on.” He smiles. “And you can stay late to clean up.”

You sigh and nod your head. “Yes, sir.”

The shift goes unbearably slow with Daehyun watching over your every move. You sigh in relief once he puts you on break, running to your car and texting Seunghyun.

[Babydoll]: I’m gonna be late...got in trouble again

[Seung-honey]: oh...is that my fault?

[Babydoll]: idk. its ok. don’t worry about it. [Babydoll]: ill text when i leave

The rest of your break goes smoothly, listening to music until it’s time to go back in. Daehyun seems to back off you later in the shift, worrying more about his own duties. You finish your shift and watch as everyone goes home while you stay late.

“I want this place spotless. I don't care if it takes all night. I can afford it.” Daehyun smiles as he walks to his office.

You begin to break down the prep station, wrapping the food and placing the tubs in the walk-in. Dishes pile high in the sink and you begin to feel angry. You remember your boss telling your coworkers to leave as much work as possible for you. If he wasn't your boss, you'd smack the shit out of him. As you walk to the fridge, you drop an entire tub of mushrooms onto the floor. It makes a noise loud enough that you're sure your boss heard it. You hear the office door open and start to feel angry with yourself.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Daehyun stares at the wasted food on the floor.

“Apparently I’m being a god damn fuck up!” You yell out in frustration.

Daehyun is taken aback by you raising your voice. “I-”

“Are you going to make me stay until my next shift is over, now?” You rip your apron off and throw it across the wall.

“Don’t take this shit out on me! You’re the one that keeps making stupid mistakes!”

The two of you step towards each other, both ready to fight. Your body shakes with anger. Once he reaches you, you slap him hard against the cheek. Daehyun glares into your eyes, making your heart pound hard in your chest. You’re surprised when he grabs your shirt and pulls you close, colliding his lips into yours. He grabs a handful of your hair. You push harder against him and he throws your body back into the prep table.

He lifts you onto it, ripping at the buttons on your top. You bite at his lip while pushes your skirt above your hips, pushing your lace underwear to the side. He grabs your hair again and pulls your head back, biting hard at your neck. Your body twitches forward and you scratch at his shoulder blade. Daehyun brings your body closer to the edge of the table with one arm while unhooking his belt.

Your head rolls back as he wastes no time in pushing his hips into yours. He gasps quietly, feeling electricity surge through him as he thrusts into you. The hand in your hair moves to your throat, fingers tightly wrapping around it.

Daehyun’s pace speeds, making it hard for you to keep your composure. He growls under his breath, feeling heat pool into his stomach as it twitches. You hold your breath, digging your nails into his skin as you yell out in pleasure. Daehyun’s breathing staggers. He grabs your thigh, pushing himself deeper. His body trembles and he pulls away, collapsing into your chest. He fixes himself before standing straight and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He pulls your skirt back down and grabs your apron from the floor. “Are you quitting?”

“Am I fired if I don’t?”

He smirks and chuckles. “You’ve got a job if you don’t tell your boyfriend about this. And fix your attitude.”

You take hard breaths, fixing yourself a bit more as he walks back to his office. The door shuts and you stare at the wall for a moment. You stand, placing the apron back on and finishing your work for the night.

[bestabsoluteshitposts]

if you were around for matrix era you’ll remember everything about that time was bonkers. not only was the entire fandom losing its shit that b.a.p were even back (regardless of our feelings about ts) but also there were kpop fans who had never even heard of bap, having only got into it via BTS’ rise to success, and thought they were a new group????

then yongguk did an interview with a bunch of other group leaders on a music show, and he was so shy and quiet and sweet and said his iconic ‘our team came back’ but people thought he was being tough and scary despite the fact he was probably crying internally.

also junhong for the first time ever had black hair for a comeback and the fandom was split down the middle on ‘finally! he looks so good!’ and ‘who is this man and what has he done with my multicolour son’ 

not to mention that the general public became suddenly aware that moon jongup is very, very attractive after years of putting him at the bottom of the most-to-least handsome scale

and himchan had gained all this weight back and for once looked healthy and happy and was talking about giving up dieting and eating whatever he wanted

and a whole bunch of people who’d never paid b.a.p much attention before out of nowhere were seeing Youngjae live on stage and losing their minds because they found him so hot

and daehyun had gone from mid-popularity to arguably the most popular member among fans and he looked so delighted all the time that b.a.p were back and he had the tattoo done and

guys it was just a whole hecking good era 

[lovinitkpop]

Brown Sugar and Honey

This one is about a new girl group at SM. You could say EXO sister group there may be a love line put in it who really knows. I mean I know but then again I might not know. Heads up I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes after rereading it over and over I can’t deal with it.

Oh the reason I came up with this title is because the main OC is black and DO KyungSoo looks damn sexy and handsome when his skin is dark and tan and NOT WHITE WASHED!!!!! STOP THE WHITE WASHING!!!!!!!!

If there is a love line then it will be my first Kyungsoo series. Hope you like it but if you don’t guess what I don’t give two shits leave my blog then. Anyways enjoy bye.

Warnings: Fluffy, Angst, Language, Bullying, Stupid, May not make senses, Brain frat, May not have smut, Trigger, Suicide talk, Racism, Blood, etc.

Pairing: OC x DO Kyungsoo

Chapter 39

November 20, 2019

“Yay I’m ready to film this!” Chaoxing says as she walks into the room. “Ugh I love these outfits.” She says hugging the clothes.

“You’re welcome.” Roxay says walking pass her putting her bag down. “Come on we need to get ready.” She says trying to grab her outfit.

Chaoxing hums stepping back looking at her. The girls looking around before picking the clothes and getting ready. Once they finish they get makeup and hair done before heading out to the set.

“So this is a vampire Christmas?” Eunjin says walking around the set.

The girls smiles looking around the set. “Now see I really want my own castle now.” Yiyang says folding her arms nodding her head. “It really would suit don’t you think?”

“Hey has anyone seen Nessie unnie?” Sora asks looking around.

The girls stops humming as they look around. “We didn’t leave her at the dorm did we?” Yiyang says touching her chin thinking.

“No she was with us in the van.” Jisoo says walking around looking at her phone.

Renesmee walks with Déshì going over some papers. “Yeah if they do it like that then that’s okay, we can do the rooms like that.” Renesmee nods reading over the files.

“Okay then as far as that goes that was the last of the construction.” Déshì says holding some folders and she nods. “Now as far as the hiring goes your mom picked out some really good people.”

“Ah yeah she told she even got some international staff.” Renesmee says smiling and Déshì nods smiling back. “Now I’m trusting you with the café and cafeteria staff.”

“Hey I own a successful restaurant chain and my wife owns a successful café and bakery chain.” Déshì says taking the folders from her pouting.

Renesmee tilts her head seeing him pout. She hums looking away as she shakes her head. “That’s why I’m putting you in charge of that dummy.”

Déshì smirks folding his arms looking at her. “Takes a dummy to know a dummy.” He says tilting his head and she stops looking at him.

“Now you see if I wasn’t dressed and ready to film right now you would be on this floor begging me to let you go.” Renesmee speaks and Déshì just smirks before walking off.

“Whatever you say shorty.” He says as he leaves pulling out his phone. “Call me when you’re done I’ll come pick you up.”

Renesmee rolls her eyes scoffing as she walks over to the others. “What was that about?” Sora asks looking at Renesmee.

“Ohh nothing just business talk, he had some questions about this building.” Renesmee says smiling fixing her hair. “So let’s get started!” She says walking over getting ready.

“Everyone places!” The director yells and the girls nod walking off. “I know it’s cold but we can do this.”

They spend the next 7 hours filming for their MV. Once they get the first half done they take a break. “Rai wants to know do you want to join him for drinks?” Renesmee asks looking at Jisoo.

“Who’s all going to be there?” Jisoo asks looking at her phone.

“Rai, me, Sohye, Somi, Daehyun, and Andrew.” Renesmee answers sitting there eating her fruit. “So are you coming or not?”

“Yeah sounds fun.” Jisoo says putting her phone up.

Yiyang walks over to her stylist chair. “My fangs came out.” She says holding out her hand. Her stylist nods walking over to reapply her fangs.

“You think it would be hard to talk and eat with these?” Sora says checking her fangs again.

“These are custom teeth from the dentist.” Renesmee says looking at her phone sighing. “So no trouble while using them.”

“Okay girls they need you back out there.” There manager says and they head out. “Nessie?”

Renesmee hums turning her phone off putting it in her bag. “Okay I’m coming.” She says smiling running after the others.

The girls spend the rest of the day filming the dance for the MV. “Okay I know it’s getting late and you’re tired so get change and we’ll do it two more times and call it a day!”

The girls run off getting changed and getting hair done again. Once they make their way back out they get ready. After filming the dance again they call it a day.

November 26, 2019

“Hey so I took that drawing you sent me and touched it up.” Rai says walking over with a tray of sweets and two mugs. “For the finishing touches on the sign.”

“Oh really that’s great I wanna see!” Renesmee says rocking side to side like a child as she sits there. “But first try the popcorn I made it myself.”

“Well I mean the flavor I added.”

Rai sits down grabbing his blanket smiling. Renesmee holds out the bowl to him. Rai nods grabbing some popcorn. He hums tossing the popcorn into his mouth.

“Wow this is good, I get a hint of kettle corn.” Rai says and she nods smiling. “A slight bit on honey?”

“Yes also a pinch of cinnamon and brown sugar.” Renesmee says putting the bowl between them.

She reaches over grabbing her mug taking a slip of hot cocoa. “Very good.” He says nodding. “So this is the movie you’re in?”

“Yes I’m actually shocked they wanted me.” Renesmee says pushing her hair back. “Also Eunjin was in it too.” She adds smiling.

They sit there watching the movie eating popcorn and sweets. Once the movie finishes they clean up and wash the dishes. Rai grabs his laptop sitting next to Renesmee.

“Okay so here is the finish design.” Rai says pulling up the file showing her the design. “Say hello to Safe Haven.” He says smiling and she squeals looking at it.

“OMG this is amazing I love it.” Renesmee says looking at the design. “Thank you so much Rai.”

“No problem I’m just glad I could help.” Rai says pulling up the other files. “Oh here are the pictures your mom sent me and Déshì.”

“Wow everything is coming together nicely.” Renesmee smiles grabbing Rai arm looking at the pictures. “If this works out we can open the second week of December.”

“Yeah everything is going great.” Rai says looking back at his laptop. “I sent the design for the sign off yesterday and your mother should be getting it next week possibly.”

Renesmee smiles hugging Rai and he smiles back ruffling her hair. “So how did it go on the MV set?” He asks editing some pictures.

Renesmee tilts her head watching him as he works. “Uhh it went great one day to film the whole MV.” She says humming and he looks over at her.

“These were the photos we took before we recorded.” Rai says showing her and Renesmee face lights up. “What do you think?”

“There amazing.” Renesmee smiles pushing her hair back. “What are these for, and how did you keep me in silhouette still?” She says looking at the photo.

“These are for the Twitter I set up to build awareness, here take a look.” He says pulling out his tablet pulling up the account.

Renesmee takes the tablet reading the post. “Wow you did all this?” She says looking back over at him and he nods.

“I made sure not to just promote the videos and stuff but awareness about depression and other stuff.”

“Wow there’s a lot of messages here.” Renesmee says trying to read some. Rai Just hums nodding his head. “Do you answer these?”

“Some yes others well you answer through your videos.” Rai says going through the pictures again. Renesmee tilts her head confuse. “Yeah remember that quiz I gave you?”

Renesmee pouts looking at him. “You know you could have just told me instead of tricking me.” She says getting up going to get something to drink.

“Well I honestly didn’t know how you would feel about the account.” He replies looking at her and she shakes her head.

“I’m okay with it Rai.” Renesmee says humming as she dancing around. “Have you seen those shirts people have been wearing.”

“Yeah who did those?”

“I have no idea, it wasn’t Déshì or my mom.” Renesmee says dancing back over before sitting back down. “I think those are fan made?”

“Really?”

“Yeah even some of the people at SM have been wearing them.” Renesmee smiles eating her cookie.

“This is really blowing up.” Rai says and she nods holding up her cookie to his mout. He hums taking a bite. “Do you still wanna do the Christmas videos next week?”

“Yeah I actually need to put my tree up tomorrow.” Renesmee speaks looking around the living room. “You need to put your stuff up too.”

“Oh hey so I met this girl in my office and she asked me out.” Rai says looking at Renesmee and she nods.

“Please be careful Rai it’s getting close to the holidays keep that in mind.”

Rai sighs in relief as he saves his work closing his laptop. “Thank you I didn’t want to be the only one thinking that.” He says crossing his legs sitting back.

“Heh no you’re not but that doesn’t mean act all weird on the date, she may actually like you.”

Rai nods running his fingers through his hair. “Ugh why does dating have to be so hard?”

November 30, 2019

“Hey girls what’s up?” Renesmee says standing in the kitchen as she cooks. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

The girls hum hearing her and they smile. “Unnie!” They run over hugging her and she laughs.

“Easy girls be careful.” Renesmee says laughing as she hugs them back.

“Does this mean you can stay at the dorm again?” Yiyang asks looking at Renesmee.

“For now yes but I have to see my mom like twice a week.” Renesmee replies pushing Yiyang hair back. “So my doctor can do check ups on me and make sure I stay at the top of my game.”

“We’ll take it if it means you staying here!” Chaoxing says smiling as she hugs Renesmee again.

Renesmee nods going back to cooking. Once the food was ready they all fix their plates and sit down to eat. “We have a few free days before our comeback, so what do you want to do?” Renesmee says leaning back on the couch.

“Ohh we can go shopping!” Moka says smiling.

“Or we could practice?” Sora says nodding as she reads her book.

Roxay looks at Renesmee tilting her head to the side. She bites her lip thinking before looking away. “Actually I think we should rest for today.” She says looking down at her lap.

“Yeah we’re going to be busy soon so let’s just relax and stay here.” Jisoo agree as she leans back on the couch.

“Let’s watch some movies.” Xiaoling offers and they all agree.

Roxay moves closer to Renesmee resting her head on her shoulder. Sora and Chaoxing walk back with covers a pillows. They set the living room spreading the covers out.

Jisoo and Eunjin walk out the kitchen with snacks and drinks for everyone. Once they get settled Sora starts the movie as Eunjin turns the lights off.

“Hey girls here the shirts you order are in.” Their manager says holding the box in his hand. “Huh Nessie I didn’t know you were coming back, your mom said you’d still be with her.”

Moka walks over taking the box from him then heads back to her spot on the floor. Renesmee hums sitting up a bit looking at him. “Yeah I can stay here again for the time being.” She says before laying back down.

“Manager oppa could you bring us some more covers please?” Xiaoling asks looking at him.

He stops and looks at her tilting his head. “What are you girls doing?” He asks watching as Eunjin moves next to Sora.

“Well it’s a movie day.” Chaoxing says yawning.

“Yeah since unnie is back we are spending the day in the dorm before we get busy with the comeback.” Eunjin says as she lays there.

“And you agreed to this instead of making them practice?” He asks holding his hand out towards them.

“I asked what did they want to do this what they picked.” Renesmee says before laying back down.

He smirks walking down the hall grabbing more covers. He walks back over dropping the covers on them. “Have fun.”

[ask-mystical-bangtan]

transient

warnings: risk of secondhand embarrassment

length: 2,565 words

Yoongi had never been a big fan of traveling. He liked his dwelling and the comfort it provided, and he rarely, if ever, saw any reason to leave it.

He had found the little pond he called home almost six years ago, after a rather unfortunate accident involving some now potentially scarred-for-life fishermen in the river he had previously spent his time in. There was a huge, complex cave system that stretched for miles upon miles in every direction underneath his tarn, but he hadn’t explored much more than what was near the main pond’s area. He saw no reason to – what good would it do him? He had everything he could ever need right where he was, and there were little to no humans around. Besides, there wasn’t anything there that he hadn’t already seen.

Or, so he had thought.

One day, he found a rock at the bottom of his pond. Of course, this wasn’t really an unusual occurrence, and there were plenty of rocks around, but this one was different.

It was manmade.

It had been resting just outside the mouth of one of the longest tunnels in the entire cave system, one that frequently had a rather strong current flowing through it into the mire. The rock must have been carried from its source at the other end of the tunnel all the way to Yoongi’s pond – it was definitely small and light enough to have been swept along.

So, despite himself and his inhibitions, Yoongi found himself swimming along said tunnel. It wasn’t that he was curious, of course not. He just wanted to know what was potentially living in the caves with him. Not that he couldn’t handle whoever it was.

There were no other tunnels that broke off of the main channel, which was weird for this particular system. It was also really, really dark. Yoongi trailed his hands along the walls on either side of him as he swam, not only to look for potential branching off, but also to make sure he didn’t run into a sudden curve. It was longer than he expected, despite being aware of just how vast the caves were, and after a long while of swimming he started debating going back.

I’m probably more than halfway by now. If I turn back it’ll be an even longer swim.

Sighing internally, Yoongi kept swimming. The water was slowly warming, indicating either an upward curve bringing him closer to the surface, or an area exposed to direct sunlight. Or that he was in some sort of unnatural structure.

His suspicions were confirmed when he spotted more of the peculiar rock he had found in his pond. Much more of it.

Gradually, pillars took shape around him. The tunnel started to noticeably slant upward, and the dirt around him became mixed with bricks of the same rock. Roots poked out from the cracks in the rock, more and more moss covering the walls the further up he went.

Yoongi spotted sunlight. He was almost entirely vertical now, looking up at what seemed like a surfacing hole, maybe a fourth of the size of his pond. Big enough for a couple people to splash around in, but not nearly large enough for a naiad. Whoever this structure belonged to was a land dweller.

He swam a bit harder, letting his hands fall to his sides from the walls – the rough, unfamiliar brick causing unpleasant tingles on his skin – and finally broke through the surface.

Yoongi shook his hair out, and became aware of the sound of birdsong as he did. He blinked his eyes open, water droplets clinging to his eyelashes, and looked around. He was in some sort of huge…temple? Really? A temple?

What the hell was this doing in the middle of the forest? Yoongi could remember the general area of where the tunnel ran, and it was definitely not near any sort of civilisation. He kicked his legs gently, swimming closer to the edge of the hole and resting his hands on the side. Vines wound around the pillars at the edges of the rooms, colourful birds and reptiles flitting to and fro among the rock and flora.

The roof was somewhat dilapidated, caved in in some areas and totally sunken in others, letting the warm sunlight break through. The hole Yoongi had surfaced in was nothing more than a collapsed area of the floor, the tunnel likely eroded over long periods of time due to the strong current. There was an open archway of a door leading to another area of the temple that Yoongi couldn’t see properly, and a set of huge, wide stairs on the other side of the room. The stairs lead to nothing but what probably used to be a huge stained glass window – there was nothing left of it but bits and pieces of colourful crystal and some ironwork.

“Hello?”

Yoongi nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice, and whipped around to face its owner.

A naga stared back at him.

Yoongi’s mouth gaped. He hadn’t seen a naga in years. No one had seen a naga in years. Like, centuries. And here one was, in an old, ruined temple in the middle of nowhere.

Any words Yoongi could have come up with were stuck somewhere in his throat. Not only was he looking at something that had been believed extinct for centuries, but he had accidentally trespassed on its territory. He had no idea what nagas were capable of, and this one had a direct passage to Yoongi’s home. Shit.

Finally, he opened his mouth to say something, but the naga beat him to it.

“Dae…hyun…?”

Yoongi blinked, mouth still open. Daehyun? Who the fuck is that? Before he could correct the naga, it had excitedly slithered all the way across the room in a couple seconds flat, only a foot away from Yoongi’s face now.

“It’s you!” the naga exclaimed, smiling so wide it hurt Yoongi’s cheeks just to look at it. “I knew you weren’t dead, not really! You had to go into hiding or something, right? So they wouldn’t find you again? Or-” the naga gasped, and his voice dropped. “Were you injured? Do you still need help? Did it really take all this time to heal?” The naga’s hands were shifting nervously from the jewelry around its neck to hovering around Yoongi’s shoulders and face and back again.

Yoongi swam a few inches back, his shoulders tensing and drawing up to his ears. The naga’s hands dropped.

“Uh…I don’t know who this Daehyun person is, but it sure as fuck isn’t me,” he said, unable to help the hint of condescension dripping from his words. The naga flinched. “I live in the tunnels connected to this hole, and I wandered a bit too far, that’s it. I’m not even from around here. So, no need to get so worked up over nothing.” The naga’s whole body seemed to slump. Its huge tail shifted and coiled, and then it was backing away. Yoongi wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but the entire room seemed different – almost like the very atmosphere had dropped with the naga’s mood. He stayed relatively far away, unsure if he should just leave or not.

“…Sorry,” the naga mumbled, just loud enough that Yoongi could hear it. “I mistook you for…someone else.” A glance was shot at Yoongi over the naga’s shoulder, something dwelling in those brilliantly blue eyes that he couldn’t quite decipher. “Didn’t mean to freak you out.”

Yoongi forced his muscles to relax, but stayed where he was.

“It’s…fine. I wasn’t expecting to find someone over here.” Even as he spoke, Yoongi frowned. Who was this Daehyun? Did he really look that similar to someone else? Someone that had clearly lived in this area? Someone who knew a naga? “Uh, if you don’t mind me asking…”

The naga looked at him again, more fully this time.

“Who is Daehyun? How am I…so similar to them?” Yoongi wasn’t sure what boundary he was overstepping by asking this, if he even was.

The naga turned away almost immediately.

“That’s none of your business.” Yoongi’s lips parted. The naga’s tone was drastically different from just a couple minutes ago. What had been warm and inviting was now cold and shuttered. Even so, he wasn’t deterred.

“Well, I’d say it is, if I resemble them so much you immediately mistook us.”

“It isn’t!” the naga snapped, turning sharply back around to face Yoongi, its lips pulled back in a snarl. “That’s not for you to decide, naiad! Now get out of my house!” The utter anger on the naga’s face was unsuitable, Yoongi thought.

“Can you at least just-”

“Get! Out!”

The naga’s huge tail lashed out like lightning at Yoongi.

Acting entirely on instinct, Yoongi ducked below the water. There was a crack and a giant splash from the impact of the naga’s tail on the surface, the ripples of the contact shuddering over Yoongi’s skin. He waited, quietly, but didn’t hear anything else. Figuring it would be better to stay away from whatever nerve he had just hit – and perhaps this naga altogether – Yoongi turned himself around and swam back down the tunnel to his pond.

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Yoongi couldn’t stop thinking about the naga. He had never been one for feeling bad or guilty about speaking his mind, and he hadn’t expected his chance encounter the other day to be an exception. He had struck a nerve with a total stranger – not hard to do – but had fled before the situation could have gotten any worse. And, really, he figured, it was mostly the naga’s fault for getting up in Yoongi’s face like that.

I shouldn’t have reacted like that, though.

Yoongi scowled at his own thoughts and slouched a bit more in the water, his mouth dipping below the surface.

I hate this.

He had to apologize, right? Even if it wasn’t totally his fault, it was still sort of because of him. And he just really, really couldn’t stop thinking about the naga.

Fuck it.

Without giving himself time to second-guess himself, Yoongi dove down into his pond and beelined for the tunnel that lead to the naga’s temple. It was just as long of a swim as he remembered, but this time he was accompanied by self-loathing and a nagging voice somewhere in the back of his head telling him he had really fucked up this time. What other explanation was there for this awful feeling of guilt, after all?

When he surfaced in the naga’s temple, the creature itself was nowhere to be seen. The big, ornate room looked much the same as before, if a bit darker. Yoongi swam to the edge of the little hole and propped himself up on the broken stones. He leaned forward, craning his neck to try and see into the other room, but the doorway was situated at too odd of an angle for him to get a good look into. He grunted and settled back again, looking around.

“Can I help you?”

This time, Yoongi was more prepared for the sudden voice. He turned around, and found the naga in the same spot as last time, eyeing him warily. Yoongi didn’t blame it, really, with the way he had acted. He was frankly surprised he wasn’t being kicked out immediately.

“Uh.” He stared for a second, unused to having to apologize for his actions. “I just…wanted to come back to say sorry. Uh, for the way I acted. The other day. It was stupid. I was…stupid.” He let out a breath with those last words, hating the way that whole apology came out. “I shouldn’t have pried about something that wasn’t my business. So. Yeah. Sorry.” Yoongi stared down at the water, unable to look the naga in the eyes. Not out of embarrassment, necessarily, but frustration.

Why doesn’t anything I say ever come out right? That sounded so dumb. Why couldn’t I just have apologized normally and gone on my way-

“It’s okay.”

Yoongi looked up sharply at the naga’s voice. It was smiling gently at him, the look reassuring and calm despite the horns curling around its head and the shocking blue of its eyes.

Wait. Why am I paying so much attention to what it looks like? No one has seen one of these for centuries and I’m worried about its eyes? Seriously?

“I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did either, you were just asking a question,” the naga continued, slithering closer. The temple almost seemed to move along with it, breathing and shifting in sync. Yoongi watched carefully, for some reason. “So, I’m sorry too.” It settled on the ground close to Yoongi, the very tip of its huge tail dipping into the water, as if checking the temperature.

“What’s your name?” The question was out before Yoongi could even register thinking it. He mentally smacked himself. The naga looked vaguely surprised, but not shocked.

“Jimin,” it said softly. “I’m the God of Love.”

“Oh.”

Oh? That’s all you have to say? You finally know why you can’t stop thinking about him – he’s the God of fucking Love of all things – and all you can say is oh?

Jimin’s smile widened a bit at Yoongi’s bluescreening.

“Don’t worry, I get that all the time. ‘Why are you locked up in the middle of nowhere if you’re a God? Why haven’t I heard of you, or seen you?’” He shook his head, the jewellery around his neck jingling gently with his movements. “It’s a long story, if you were wondering as well.”

Yoongi tilted his head at the naga, observing him carefully for a minute.

“If that’s what makes you happy, I don’t think I have the right to say anything about it at all, let alone question it,” he said finally. He definitely wasn’t about to judge how someone else lived after all the shit he’d gotten for his own solitary ways. Jimin seemed to perk up at his words. The whole temple brightened, subtly.

“You remind me of someone I used to know,” the naga said, and Yoongi wasn’t sure if the fond warmth in his voice was his own imagination or not. “That sounds exactly like something he would say.” Yoongi shifted a bit uncomfortably under the naga’s gaze, unsure if this was meant to be a compliment or not. “Don’t worry,” Jimin added, shifting his eyes away and up past the broken ceiling of his temple, to the blue sky above, “that’s a good thing. He meant a lot to me.”

They lapsed into silence for a few moments, but it wasn’t the awkward sort of quiet that Yoongi was used to. It was more comfortable, familiar.

Weird.

“My name is Yoongi. I already said this, but I live in a pond attached to this tunnel,” he said, gesturing down to the water he was still treading. Jimin looked at him closely, as if considering something.

“You should come visit me more often, then, Yoongi,” he finally said. Something about his tone was final, and Yoongi thought with a bit of amusement that this was more of a command than a request. Not that he minded, the naga was proving to be good company so far.

Yoongi smiled.

“I think I will.”

[lexisnowangel18]

B.A.P Reactions A Girl Sexually Harassing Them So You Beat Her Ass

I’m a full believer that when a women is hitting a man, sexually harassing them, and is threatening them, the man has every right to defend himself. It’s really unfair that they can’t because the woman will cry victim and the man will get in trouble for fucking DEFENDING HIMSELF! Ladies, if you see another woman mistreating their man or harassing any man, please do something! I know that if any girl tried to pull something on my man, her ass is mine! Men can be victims to!

It’s no doubt that your boyfriend is a very attractive man. Like they are VERY handsome! You loved him for his personality, but let’s not lie, looks are an extra bonus. Still, he was funny, kind, determined, loyal, and just an amazing human being. They told you a few days ago that they will be working in the studio for a while on a new project. It’s been a few days since he started spending most of his time in the studio and, being the awesome girlfriend you are, you decided to bring him lunch. After buying his favorite food, you headed to the studio to drop it off. Before you could knock you heard your boyfriend say, “Stop it! I have a girlfriend!” You busted through the door and saw a female employee, Yui, trying to straddle your boyfriend as he was clearly trying to stop her. You saw red. This was the same employee that would flirt and make your boyfriend uncomfortable for weeks! Knowing he was taken! “You bitch!” You screamed before tackling her to the ground and started to pound at her face.

Yongguk- It all happened so fast! All he could understand that one moment this girl was harassing him, next thing he knew, you had her on the ground and throwing punches. When he saw both of you were bleeding, he finally started to pull you off her. A few employees came in and helped separate you both. “Get Yui out of here and make sure she never sets a foot in this building again!” The other employees dragged Yui out of the studio as blood dripped from her wounds. “Babe are you okay?” Yongguk asked, turning you towards him to check if you were injured. You did have a few marks and scratches on your face and neck but nothing too bad. “Yeah” You spit out some blood on the floor, “bitch could barely hit”. Yongguk laughed and hugged you, making a mental note to never get on your bad side.

Himchan- Panic! Shock! Those are the only two things that were running through his mind as you were on top of Yui. He never thought in a million years that his sweet, loving, and gentle girlfriend would be beating the living shit of someone. A few other employees burst in and started to separate you two. Himchan finally snapped out it and tried to pull you off her. You wanted to land a few more punches and boy you did! Finally Himchan was able to pull you to the other side of the room as Yui was being dragged out. “I better not ever see your around my boyfriend again you slut!” You yelled out before the door closed. “Babe, why did you do that!? You could’ve gotten hurt!” Himchan scolded you while checking if you were injured. “You would do the same for me! How could I not defend you!” You explained. “Aish...” was all Himchan said before kissing your wounds.

 Daehyun- Oh holy shit! That was the first thing that came to his mind as you were fighting Yui. From the looks of it, fighting and winning! He was aware that Yui had wanted to try something with him and knew you would do something about it. He’s been avoiding her for weeks, in hopes of her just giving up, but nope! She went has far as to harass him! “Babe! Babe! Babe! Babe!” Daehyun called out as he was trying to get you off her. A few other employees came in and helped pull Yui out of the room. “And make sure Yui never comes back!” Daehyun called out as the door closed. Both of you were panting and still trying to processes what just happened. “Babe! Holy shit!” Was all Daehyun could say. You smiled at him and wiped some blood from your lips. “You know I could’ve done a lot more damage if I really wanted to.” All Daehyun did was nod in agreement.

Youngjae- He had it under control! He was going to calmly have Yui fired and make sure she was banned from the building, before telling you. Guess life had different plans! When he heard Yui scream, that’s when he wrapped his arms around your waist and try to pull you off. “Babe! Babe stop!” Youngjae pleaded. A few other employees came in when they heard Yui screamed and helped to break up the fight. However, you held onto her hair before throwing one last punch before letting go. The other employees quickly got Yui out of the room as she was bleeding heavily. Both of you said nothing for a while until Youngjae turned you around. “Babe! What the hell!?” He screamed as he examine your scratched face. “If any other girl puts her hands on you like that, tell me and I’ll take of her” You declared. He doesn’t know if he should be proud or not.

Jongup- If things can be settled peacefully, he would rather do that instead. He figured all he would need to do was file a complaint and get Yui fired and everything would be fine. Nope! Here he was, sitting in his chair in shocked as he watched his girlfriend beat the living day lights out of Yui. He knew you were strong, but not that strong! He joined the other employees that came in to stop the fight. “And don’t come back you whore!” You screamed out before Yui was dragged out of the door. Jongup still held you in his arms and looked down, almost in shame. “You didn’t have to do that. You could’ve gotten really hurt.” You turned around and had him look at you. “So long as I’m your girlfriend, I will protect you, just as you protect me.” You both kissed each other, knowing you both had each others back.

Junhong- He has absolutely no idea what to do! He was not a fan of conflict and didn’t know how to handle the situation. Junhong knew that Yui wouldn’t respect the fact that he had a girlfriend and was going to ask his hyungs for help. It was mainly because of the obvious flirting, but she actually tried something! Now here you guys were! Him in complete shock while you’re on top of Yui, beating the shit out of her. “Babe stop!” Junhong pleaded as he tried to get you away from Yui. A few other employees came in and help Junhong get you both away from each other, but not before you landed a good kick to the face at Yui. As she was getting dragged out you yelled, “Touch him again and you’ll really get it bitch!” The door shut, leaving you both there. “Babe...that was crazy...” was all he could manage to say. You let out a small laugh and so did he. “Guess that makes me your crazy protective girlfriend huh?” You chuckled. “My crazy protective girlfriend that I love.” He smiled and kissed your red cheek.

[world-by-hyunjinnie-blog]

entry 1 /private/

dear diary i am a major fuckup. truly. my life is a mess now. even bigger than it was. i moved to seoul because i wanted fresh start, right? to forget everything that happened back at home. i didnt want to forget him. i could never. but after two years, it was about the time i at least try to do something responsible instead of just fucking around and alcohol poisonings. i wanted to end my life so many times yet, i was such a coward that i have never done it right. not even once. and now god or whoever the fuck is out there is punishing me again. but lets get down to it slowly, one by one, right? ilseong. my mother was so excited to put me here. she was silently hoping to cure my homosexuality and make me her perfect son again. didnt happen. ever since i got here, i wonder why on earth have i agreed to come. i dont belong here. this school.. this whole place..those people.. everything is just so toxic. ever since yujun died i hated bullies. i wanted to destroy every single one of them. make them pay for what they are doing to people. i simply wanted revenge. how can even people like that exist? they think so highly about themselves. they think they are perfect, that they can harm others. the fuck not. just thinking about it makes me so angry. my therapeutist said that i should start doing some sport, to release all the anger. as if that would help me. i want to crush their skulls and make them bleed, just like they make hearts of their victims bleed. i dont think they realize that. that they are just living unwanted monsters that have to boost their egos on others. or maybe they do and they continue doing it anyways. so when i came here, i wanted to help others. i asked around if i saw something is wrong. would you believe it? there are people here, basically crying out for help and nobody does anything! it makes me sick. i cant do anything as well, i know that. the least i can do is offer shoulder to cry on. let them know that i care. because i do. i care about others more than i care about my meaningless life. and it worked,, kinda? i got to know some people. i even made friends! i met this boy, with those little tattoes that were suppose to remind him of what life actually is. i met this boy, with hair always messy, beautiful smile and most caring loveable heart. i met this little baby, that became part of me so quickly. and then, i met daehyun. everything fell apart. my whole pretending of getting my shit together. he beat me up. and i was glad he did. i deserved it. he reminded me that i killed yujun just like every other bully did. that it was my fault. and i lost myself again. and i would lost it all over again, if it werent for this beautiful soul that helped. the one that i wounded so much. again. i was getting better, but then it all crushed again. i still cant believe it happened. finally, after those painful two years, i found best friend. what a word to call him. he was more than that. and i loved him with all my heart more than i could ever show him. he was pure. we shared our secrets, our thoughts at 1am about nasa destroying us all, pictures of cats, adventures, plans for the future, all the hugs and cuddles, everything. i dont think he realized what he means to me. i dont think anybody realizes that until they are gone. i can never thank him. i can never hug him, i can never talk to him again. and fuck, how i miss him. i cant tell him that i fucked up everything again. i cant ask what to do, i cant ask if he can just come over and eat icecream with me. those shitheads say that i will forget. that i cant do anything for him, because he is gone and so what. so what. so what. but its everything but not so what to me. 

yujun took piece of my heart. hyuck did too. now, how much do i need till my heart is all gone and me too?