#ro x calvin

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okay! list time! these are the many ladies of ro (or, ro's ROs), some of which she doesn't end up w permanently but i'm including to explain some drama. also it should be noted that half of them are also witches bc we are extra and the town we play in is full of lesbian witches.

val cruz - ex. black/mexican mechanic who was really into monogamy and ro tried it out but it didn't work out, especially after ro got shot and val took care of her after and acted like she was going to break forever forth. now won't answer her phone calls even tho she's still her mechanic, and also is the cousin of an ER nurse at the hospital who now hates ro a little over it all.

ward easton - the best friend/fwb and fellow resident/future cardo and vascular surgeon. cis black stud with an enormous ego that she has earned and daughter of a famous surgeon so she and ro understand each other all too well. end up married to another character of mine, imani jelan, after being forced together by fate.

gabrielle pierce - white latina cardiothorasic surgeon hot shot who has approximately zero interests outside of surgery and cardio (the exercise). married to kennedy grey but did not tell ro that she was married to kennedy grey until she accidentally sent kennedy a text meant for ro and kennedy marched back to town and shamed her.

kennedy grey - the most gorgeous and talented femme dyke on the planet. literally wrote the textbook on fetal surgery, the most hardcore of specialties. also does neonatal, one of the other most hardcore of specialties. she is a black trans woman and was married to pierce for about ten years after meeting in college and hating each other, but met back up at a conference years later and got together. told ro that she was married the night they met but not to who and took her and ward home from a bar.

ambrose bright - the original token cis girlfriend. she's the less-problematic-towards-women, lesbian jackson avery, a mixed black/white jewish plastic surgeon who specializes in gender-affirming surgeries. was roommates w pierce during college and got bullied by her for being too nice. had a huge crush on kennedy but didn't think she was interested (of course, not true: kennedy also had a mondo crush on her). tried to get her and pierce together in a desperate attempt to get kennedy to see what was right in front of her but it, uh, did not work. travels around the world doing pro bono work. "made" ro fall in love w her over the course of her month doing lectures at ro's med school and then bailed to go back to her travels. has a huge family who absolutely adores ro and all the other future wives, who largely don't have great relationships w their families and it's very sweet.

omfg this got so long already so i'm adding the rest under the cut

ryu nakamura - trans woman, mixed japanese/puerto rican ASSASSIN (and biomedical engineer), and a prosthetic arm and leg that she helped design herself, complete with cool cyberpunky lighting elements. baby genius who went to college at 15 but then got roped into taking over the "family business" and hates it. has been friends w ro online for years but they never met in person until she got flung through ro's apartment window by a mutated man w a big hammer or something. dreams of being able to wear sweater vests and dorky ties w math jokes on them to work in a biomedical engineering lab.

calvin coleman - ro's childhood best friend and crush who grew up into a big butch who wears a lot of cozy sweaters. she is chinese and black, and ends up following in her bad ass single mother's footsteps of becoming both a pediatric and pediatric neurosurgeon. stopped being friends w ro when they were 15 after a GRAVE miscommunication in which she thought ro was being mean about finding out that calvin is trans when actually ro was being defensive about calvin finding out ro is trans. now they're doing their peds neuro fellowship together. it's only a ittle awkward.

asa aaraas - mixed native siberian and inuit hockey player turned permaculture farmer and "amateur" carpenter. does lots of crafting and has an adorable dog named duck. when she meets ro, she's in the process of building a whole house and setting up a farm for her mother. big softy, super sweet, wears a lot of flannel, and like 6'7". oof.

rhys blackthorn - the token white one (irish specifically, was born there so she's got the pretty accent). she's also a big trans butch. used to be a sailor and then was in a punk band, and now she's one of the foremost ortho surgeons in the country who specializes in nerve work and putting back together what most cannot. ro has been obsessed w her work for years and briefly thought that (because of the name) she was an old man and has said the phrase "they're going to have to take away my lezzy card" a lot about the situation but is extremely relieved to find out that she's a hot lady instead. loves flowery prose and listens to romance novel audiobooks while she works in her garden.

elias machado - brazilian/cuban butch who is always a little chilly bc of bad circulation but loves to break out a floral button up when the mood (and weather) strikes. winner of the Most Autistic of Undiagnosed Autism. the best pediatric neurosurgeon in the world, rightfully self-appointed. super grand master chess champion or something. loves board games and has prophetic dreams about her future in which she sees herself w a gaggle of wives and therefore avoids every single one of them like the plague bc she thinks she's not good enough for them like she is in the dreams. my beloved. i love her so fucking much.

emile dray - an eccentric artist who lives in a dramatic art nouveau house that she has spent at least 10 years refurbishing after the last of the lesbian art commune ladies who used to live there moved out. enjoys her days most when they are spent doing nude figure painting and having lesbian orgies, but her day job is being a reconstructive specialist and OB. is french mixed with middle eastern (we haven't narrowed down exactly where yet so sorry for being vague) jewish and loves to make fun of the french by saying "let them eat cock."

tane rata - trans butch maori woman and resident interested in ortho and trauma. a powerful "alteration freak" (affectionate) who is able to magically change her body and uses it in, uh, interesting ways. pulled her hot wives by being a secret softie even tho she pretended she wasn't interested in relationships for forever bc she didn't think anyone would ever feel like that about her. i will cradle her in my bosom until my dying day.

someone remind me to make a detailed list tomorrow of all of the LIs for the ttrpg game my wife and i play bc we wished grey's was more lesbian, trans, and butch

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the curious lifespan of migrating monarchs - jjk

THE CURIOUS LIFESPAN OF MIGRATING MONARCHS (& other aurelian affairs)

pairing: streamer!jk x international student!female oc (s2l)

warnings: strangers to lovers, clubbing, foul language, alcohol, vaping lol, jungkook is kinda famous, the oc is oblivious, the oc is also a foreign student who has very recently arrived in Korea!! (pls note - while i've been in korean uni dorms, i've never been in yonsei dorms specifically so don't shout at me if it isn't supeeeerr accurate), jaykay is speaking in eng for like 90% of this!!, i've also never watched a gaming streamer and had to do so for research lmao so there's a lot of guesswork going awwwn <3, the oc has tattoos, they bond over this, cute nicknames (tokki and nabi <3), one bed trope?? kinda, jaykay lives w/ yoongi and tae (they are streamers too (and dj?? (tae is a bit unhinged))), jungkook wears calvins!, a singular appearance of yoongi in his boxers!!, tipsy hookup, fingering, protected sex (woo!), desk sex, oral (m receiving), girliepop swallows <3, brief mentions of jungkook's starry eyes, lots of kisses, bunny ears, (1) mention of cross-fit

wordcount: 13011

note from holly: this was a commission done for the lovely Michelle over on my kofi page!! i don't open commissions often, but when I do I'm very lucky that the requests are so much fun. this actually ended up being way longer than it was supposed to be lol and is also available on wattpad!! also fun facts for you - I imagine the boys apartment (and jks room!) to be same as jk + jimins place in BD, just a little bigger lmao

minors dni // cross posted to wattpad

CLUB SUNDOWN WAUSAN-RO, HONGDAE SATURDAY 02:24

Time ceases to exist after the sun goes down in Seoul. It could be two, or it could be five. The only thing that really clues you in on the actual time is the DJ schedule that lights up behind the decks: 02:00-03:00, Blu-Tae.

It's some guy you've never heard of. Looks no older than you. Probably a student, just like the rest of the crowd.

His hair is as blue as his namesake, which does make you smile, and his choices aren't bad either (even if somewhat questionable). You've never heard a jazz remix of Darude's Sandstorm before, and you doubt you ever will again.

Club Sundown is just as rogue as the rest of the city after the sun goes down. Hidden in the basement—like all the best places in Seoul are—the small room is packed to the absolute brim.

Who cares for views and sunsets offered by rooftop bars when you could lose yourself in the debauchery of an eternal midnight, instead?

Drinks are spilt on strangers, and dances have lost the grandeur of old-fashioned waltzes. It's not like you could dance properly, even if you wanted to. There's just simply no space.

Like Alice, you're down the rabbit hole—and oh, how you prefer it to being in the real world. In the shadows, you can be anyone you like.

If you were sober, you'd know this is also the case for daily life. You're in a new country with no ties to your former self. Who you are is who you choose to be.

But the shadows aren't all that dark. The red lights of the club bleed into the cracks, painting everyone in the same subtle hue of danger.

They shine a little light on the identifiers of you; the thin black lines of your patchwork tattoos. Trailing up your arm, they're memories of your past selves, and an indicator of who you hope to become.

"Down this," you say to your dormmate, Rae, handing back over the drink you've just ordered from the bar. "Cloakroom, then dance."

Still carrying your winter coats, you'd wanted to check the place out before committing to it. Entry is free, but the cloakroom is the same price as a drink. It would only be worth putting your coats away if you knew you wanted to stay—and given the fact the DJ was playing O-Zone's Dragostea Din Tei as you entered, you know it's a no-brainer. While his stage name might make you roll your eyes a little, Blu-Tae certainly does cater to your tastes. When you're drunk, and music vibrates through you, it's empyrean. No place you'd rather be.

"Oh, Jesus," Rae gags as she sips the drink you've just handed her. Despite her disgust, she's laughing. Head to toe in black, dark hair loose around her shoulders, she's been your ride-or-die since you arrived in Seoul. Both international students in the same dorm, there's no one you'd rather get up to no good with. "Vodka?!"

You beam at her like you're from the heavens above, wrongfully relegated to the depths of sin. Pretend like you love vodka. It's totally not like you panicked when you saw the menu was all in Korean.

Vodka-coke is a universally understood delicacy—the easiest thing for you to order without making a tit of yourself or butchering the pronunciation. When the bartender ignored your botched attempt at ordering in Korean and answered in fluent English, you'd wanted to melt into the floor. So embarrassing.

You're here, like most foreign students, for a language course. Semester is yet to start, and as much as you've studied and practised hard, it's always different when putting it into practice.

"I'm sorry," you laugh. "It's fine—you can order next time!"

But Rae has the exact same predicament as you. If anything, your language skills are better than hers, so you really have no hope. It's vodka-cokes for the evening, or maybe highballs. Once your tipsy brain manages to compute hangul cocktail names, you'll be golden, but that won't be for another few weeks, yet.

You'll look back at this time of your life fondly, realising how simple it all was, even if it feels incredibly overwhelming right now.

Funnily enough, hope is exactly what you have: for the semester ahead, for this new life you're forging, for the opportunities that may come your way.

In fact, by the time you're on your third vodka coke, you've managed to convince yourself you actually like it. You also can't taste it, thanks to the bartender freepouring a 60-40 ratio of vodka to coke in the first drink. Your tastebuds were wiped out pretty much instantly.

Coats in the cloakroom, you're glad to be wearing thin layers. The room is stuffy; your skin sweaty. While meeting new friends had been the goal, you keep to yourself. Dance like nobody is watching. Hold Rae's hands to stay close and ward off weirdos. Quickly realise that clubs back home are slightly different. Pay it no mind. Ignore the intrusions of hands on waists, because men, disappointingly, are no different.

Or at least most of them aren't.

But most of them don't look like the man in the corner booth, laughing with his friends.

Though he is tall, he's eclipsed by his demeanour. Shoulders broad, he's in a dark T-shirt and pair of jeans. Nothing special. Nothing that warrants such a perplexed stare from you - but he's familiar. You can't place him, but he's got the kind of face you swear you've seen before.

Rae doesn't notice the change in your poise, nor how you're desperately trying to work out where you know him from. Perhaps you've seen him around your university? It's only been a couple of weeks, but people are steadily moving in. Maybe he works at the convenience store you constantly find yourself in? Or mans the front desk of the noraebang you and Rae visit pretty much every other evening?

Impossible, you think. If you'd seen him before, you wouldn't have forgotten him, or the way he constantly toys with his lip rings. Plural. There are signs up around the place stating bar rules. NO SMOKING is rule number three. You've seen his friends pass him over a vape a handful of times. Anyone else, and you'd think it was cringe. Embarrassing.

But in the midst of his laughter settling, and a fresh toke being inhaled, his eyes flicker towards yours.

Perhaps it's just because you're drunk, but you don't avert your gaze. Show no shame. The smile on his lips sinks into a smirk as he exhales. An acknowledgement. A 'hello, trouble'.

Again, any other man, you'd find the vape smoke repugnant. Nasty. Now? Watching the way he flicks his tongue against his lip rings?

You wanna know how it tastes.

Black ink weaves an intricate outline of who he is up his arms. Where he's been. Who he's been. A map, if you will, of his soul.

Much like your own tattoos, he's got thick black lines, and little else. Simple, you assume. A man of convenience. Efficiency.

You wonder if he does everything in life with the precision to match his tattoos, and as your lips wrap around the straw of your vodka-coke, you decide you'd quite like to find out.

Interrupted by Rae pulling you deeper into the crowd, your night is spent in and out of shadows. Attempt subtlety. Try not to make your occasional glances to the corner booth noticeable, just checking if his eyes are still on you. More often than not, they aren't—but sometimes they are, and that's enough to fuel your little flirt.

It's not until the sign behind the DJ booth changes from 03:00-04:00, GLOSS into some other guy that you notice your staring contest opponent has slipped into the shadows himself. The booth is void of both him and his friends. Gone.

"GLOSS has a set at another club," Rae all but yells in your ear, and even then, you barely hear her. "All the hotties left when he did. Let's go."

"Where to?!" You laugh, empty cup in hand. Admittedly, the new guy who's stepped into the DJ booth is just not doing it for you. Blu-Tae was just the right amount of unhinged with classics, whereas GLOSS was definitely cooler, but still fun. Had the club yelling curse words over trap remixes just for the fun of it. This new guy, whose name you don't care to remember, takes himself too seriously, you think.

"It's, like, two blocks down," she yells back, tugging on your wrist to drag you to the stairwell that leads you back up to the streets of Seoul. The hustle and bustle of people trying to go in different directions in the tight place forces you apart, but you figure you'll catch up with her, or that she'll be waiting at the top.

You don't know the roads well enough yet to make it to whichever club it's at alone, and quickly realise when you nearly tumble into the side of a waiting taxi that you're far drunker than expected. Knew the bartender was freepouring, but didn't realise just how free those pours really were.

"Woah, easy trouble," a deep voice sounds from behind you as you're steadied to a more stable position.

"I'm good, I'm good!" You insist, shaking off the hands of your 'saviour'. Have no interest in being a damsel in distress, or some sober guy trying to take advantage of you.

Looking down to check your laces are tied properly, you check over your shoulder to make sure the guy isn't creepily waiting for a thank you that he can turn into an intrusive game of 21 questions—'are you open-minded?' or 'do you live alone?'—but when you glance in his direction, you regret it. Notice the tattoos immediately. Recognise the eyes. Want to die.

"Oh."

"Oh," he says back with a smile, imitating you. Suddenly, the confidence you'd had earlier when looking at him from afar dissolves into nothingness, just like the alcohol in your bloodstream. You feel rather sober, but your body would definitely disagree. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," you nod, suddenly a little stuck for words, desperately trying to play things cool. "Are you okay?"

The pouting of his lips as his tongue runs along the inside of his cheek only serves to make you internally cringe. Men who look like him have no business being on streets like this. Should be in a museum. Strung up on the walls with the other masterpieces. Admired by everyone who looks his way.

In a way you don't yet realise, he is.

Though he's not in galleries, he's often burning into people's laptop screens. Is the background of a fair few thousand lock screens. Indeed, he is admired by everyone who looks his way, just not in the traditional sense.

"I'm not the one who just fell into a car," he reminds you, as if you could forget your embarrassment so quickly.

"Was just seeing if you'd catch me," you bullshit, the confidence you usually have returning tenfold. Was just a momentary blip. He's just a man, after all.

"Oh?" He chirps, decidedly curious. "So you fell for me?"

"Stumbled."

"Semantics."

His fluency, and the fact he just said 'semantics' so casually in conversation, clues you in on the fact he might be a language student, too. 

Could be useful study partners for each other, you think, then mentally berate yourself for already masterminding ways to see him again.

"So, where you going?" He asks, not caring to downplay his curiosity. The bartenders were free-pouring his drinks just as severely as they poured yours. The only difference is that his were on the house—'cause you were right. He does have a recognisable face. "Should probably go with you. Make sure you don't fall into the road."

"Stumble," you insist, a little pleased with the boldness of his suggestion, but not wanting to blindly agree. "My friend," you say glancing around, only to find yourself completely alone. "She wanted to go catch the next GLOSS set. So, I guess that's where we're going."

"Just down the road," he says, knowing the schedule like the back of his hand. Bounces from club to club supporting his friends, just like they would for him. If he wanted, he could get a slot up there, too. He doesn't care for it. "I'll walk with you, if you want? My friends are heading there anyway."

It's not a bad offer.

In fact, it's probably the best offer you'll get all night.

"C'mon," he nods his head to the side, encouraging you to follow him. Checks his phone for the time. "Starts in five."

If there's one thing you've indulged in since moving to Seoul, it's how safe you always feel. Security cameras are on every corner, and you've walked home countless times without any issues, even late into the night. While the place isn't perfect, it's far safer than your home country.

Still, you're not a complete idiot.

"It's not wise to follow strange men down dark alleys," you tell him.

He holds out his hand. Waits for you to shake it. Cocks a brow when you hesitate, so introduces himself.

"Jungkook. Nice to meet you. Now, can we please hurry up? I promised I'd be there."

Narrowing your eyes, you don't shake his hand. Arms folded over your chest, there is ice to your exterior, and given how warm his eyes are, you doubt it'll last for very long. May as well keep up this hard-to-get act while you still can.

Walking on past him, you call back, "Alright then. Lead the way."

In the domed mirror meant for reversing cars at the end of a tight alley, you see him laugh. "Wrong way, idiot."

Pausing, you scrunch your face up. Don't turn to face him for at least a second or so—but when you do, you're surprised to see him walking towards you. Hooking his arm around your waist, he carries on walking in the 'wrong' direction, taking you with him.

"Was just fucking with you," he grins. Nods towards a sign by another basement entrance, listing both Blu-Tae and GLOSS.

By the door, Rae is looking around like a mother duck who's just lost some of her ducklings when crossing the road. Breathes a sigh of relief when she spots you.

"C'mon," she grins, then realises who you're with. Says nothing of it, 'cause she doesn't want to be weird, but she recognises him, too. Decides she's just had a little too much to drink. There's no way it's him. Holds out her hand for you.

Reaching out for her, you're let go from Jungkook's grip, ready to get lost in the lights once more.

HAEJANG24 WAUSAN-RO, HONGDAE SATURDAY 05:53

Seoul is a city for the nocturnal. The restaurants and bars are open until the last men are standing. Given how much you've had to drink, you're surprised you still are.

Rae had dipped an hour or so ago. Had hit it off with Mr Blu-Tae himself. Seduced him with the suggestion that their couple name would be Blu-Rae. He'd said they should go to a DVD-bang. Would be fitting. See what Blu-rays were on file.

Naturally, you'd looked on with mild disgust and also admiration for how quickly she'd worked her magic. Everyone knows what goes down in DVD-bangs. Small private rooms, often with projector screens and the world's least comfortable futons, they're somewhere you hope to never end up—but also can't wait to hear all the details the next morning when Rae comes to your room for a debrief.

You'd been left under the surveillance of Jungkook.

"Look after her," Rae had instructed, then narrowed her eyes. "Or I'll destroy your reputation with a single twitter thread, Tokki."

It's a threat he's taken seriously. Knows how the internet works, and even though he's never done anything worthy of a cancellation, he also doesn't intend on starting now. The fact you seem to have no idea who he is during the daylight hours intrigues him. It's a rarity on streets like these.

Even when a few people asked for pictures with him on your walk to the hangover soup place, you didn't clock it as weird. Figured they were friends passing by, wanting to document their chance run-in. Just another memory of the night. The way Jungkook had greeted them was full of warmth, and kindness. Why wouldn't you assume they were mates?

You were also still incredibly drunk at the time, so didn't think to question it. Was keen for food, and Jungkook had insisted on hangover soup, and so that's where you are. Dishes nearly empty, far more of it eaten by him than you, you're laughing about nothing and everything all at once.

"Right," Jungkook declares, deciding he cannot hold in a question that's been tickling at his brain for the entire meal. "What the fuck is that?"

Coat left in the cloakroom, long forgotten about, your tattoos are on full display for him, just like his are for you. Up your arm they trail; a patchwork of teeny tiny identifiers. Latin phrases around skulls, birth flowers of the people you hold close, butterflies and stars. There's an ode to your favourite musician and your favourite Shakespeare quote, too. The fabric of you etched into your skin. There's no reinventing yourself, even half the world away from home.

You know precisely which tattoo Jungkook is asking about. You've asked yourself the same question a few times.

"Fuck off," you laugh.

While most of your tattoos are gorgeous, there's one that was done by a rogue artist on a girlie holiday a few years ago. What was supposed to be a seashell now looks like... well, nothing really. It's just a blob, thanks to the artist being absolutely terrible. The only solace you find in it is that your two best friends have an equally awful permanent reminder of that holiday on their bodies, too.

"It doesn't look how it's supposed to," you explain with a little pout. "I got royally screwed over."

He cocks a brow. You still haven't told him what it is. He isn't gonna ask you twice.

With a grumble, you feebly admit, "A shell."

And then he's laughing. Really laughing. Laughing so hard you think he might piss himself—which you'd actually prefer, because then he could be the embarrassed one, instead.

"I'm calling you Shelly from now on," he says with a broad smile. Has had his fair share of tattoo blunders, and knows you must've developed an affection towards how shitty it is. Would have gotten it covered up, otherwise. "That's incredible."

"You're calling me so such thing," you assure him, but you also can't help but laugh.

"I am," he tells you, then really solidifies it. "Shelly."

"Fuck off," you whine, doubling down. Scanning his arms, you try and pick out anything you can use against him, too. "If I'm Shelly, then you're Mike."

"Mike?!" He protests.

"Yeah," you insist, pointing towards the microphone on his forearm. "Mike."

"You are not calling me Mike. Do I look like a Mike?!"

"Do I look like a Shelly?!"

You've got a point. It's not the name he would have first associated with you - but it is cute, he thinks. Cute how mortified you seem. Cute how you can't help but smile.

After a little bit of back and forth, it's decided that neither of you look like your namesakes.

"Y'know, we kinda have matching tattoos," he says, holding out his arm for you to study. "Or at least, the placements."

And sure enough, below his elbow lives the outline of a bunny sitting on a crescent moon. Holding your own arm out next to his, below your elbow is a butterfly. Above it, is a teeny tiny moon.

Like Jungkook's moon, it's a crescent. Was supposed to symbolise new beginnings. You wonder what his means, but don't ask. Instead, you marvel at the coincidence of it all.

He presses his index finger against the butterfly on the inside of your forearm. The echoing chatter of the restaurant fades softly into nothingness as he says, "Nabi."

You nod. Even if you have spoken with him in English this entire time, it's nice to hear him speak in his mother tongue, no matter how minimal - so you reciprocate. Press your index finger against his bunny. Smile. Say, "Tokki."

It further confirms to Jungkook that you have no idea who he is. Has been a while since he's met a girl in a circumstance like this where that's the case. Likes the anonymity of it all. Is hiding his identity from you, and yet hasn't felt such vulnerability for years.

"Daltokki, right?" You continue, not wanting the silence to linger for too long. "The rabbit in the moon?"

You're not wrong, but you're also not entirely right.

"Yeah," he smiles regardless. "That's it."

JUNGKOOK'S APARTMENT ITAEWON-DONG, YONGSAN-GU SATURDAY 07:12

"Shhh," Jungkook quietly laughs. 

His hand is over your mouth and the other is on your hip as he guides you into his apartment. With your back to his chest, you've both been giggling for the entire ride to his place.

He had insisted that he should walk you home, and was surprised by the offense you seemed to have taken by this. You then told him that he absolutely could not seduce you, and that it was very gender-role-conforming for him to think that you were incapable of getting home by yourself.

"Maybe I should be the one to make sure you get home safely," you had said with a false sense of concern, which had made him laugh quite considerably.

In all reality, you didn't mind him offering to get you home. You just hadn't tidied your room. Didn't really expect to be taking a boy back to your place, much less one that looks like him.

Together, you'd caught the early morning bus over to Itaewon instead of a taxi, 'cause you're still on a student budget and Jungkook wasn't quite ready to blow his cover just yet.

You've been teasing him—questioning his status as a potential International Super Spy—ever since he took your hand and guided you into one of the flashiest apartment complexes you've ever been in. There was security. Doormen. A passcode for the elevator—not to mention that he was heading up to the seventh floor once you were in it. Might not sound like much, but when there are only seven floors to the entire building, it makes it the penthouse by default.

"It's not a penthouse," he'd insisted. "Plus, I live with friends. Only pay a third of the rent."

But a third of his rent is more money than you'll probably see in three months of post-grad work. You're drunk, but you're not stupid. You also know that the rental market here differs significantly from your home country. Monthly rent is cheap, but the deposits are extortionate. Sure, he'll get it back when he leaves, but to have the initial money needed for a place like this? He's not a regular student, if one at all, that much is sure.

"Not sure who's home," Jungkook whispers as you both kick your shoes off in the entryway. Given the looks of the other shoes, it's clear that this is a guys-only living situation. You're proven right when he continues, "Betcha Tae's still in that damn DVD-bang, but Yoongi might be back."

"Yoongi?" You question.

"GLOSS," Jungkook says, remembering how oblivious you are to who he is. Reaching down to grab your shoes, he isn't gonna leave them by the door. Will take them to his room. Doesn't want the boys asking questions, if they are in. Knows they'll just use it as an excuse to publicly roast him whenever they're next online together.

Given that a stream is scheduled for Sunday night, he doesn't want to tempt fate.

Their current choice of wind-up, which the viewers have been eating up, is the joke that Jungkook is a virgin. He's not, but he never knows how to defend himself without sounding like a tool, so always gets a little awkward. A lot of their viewers love it. Join in on the joke. Some take it seriously. He doesn't care.

Next month, Taehyung will do something dumb, and he'll become the favourite joke for a while. Maybe Yoongi. But for now, it's Jungkook.

None of them take it to heart. They're just a group of friends who share their gaming hangouts online, and accidentally made it to the top of the ranks.

They aren't particularly good at gaming, but that's part of the charm. Crescent Collective is how they're known: Blu-Tae, GLOSS and Tokki.

After a bet went wrong, and they all lost, they ended up with moon tattoos and their respective 'symbols'. Jungkook's is a rabbit, Tae's is a blu-ray DVD disk (because he really is committed to the bit), and Yoongi's is stars to symbolise the shine of fresh gloss. Jungkook's makes the most sense. Yoongi's is pretty decent. Taehyung's is just... Well, it's very him.

Sliding open the door into the main living area, Jungkook has to cover your mouth again when you gasp at the sheer size of the place.

"I thought butterflies were supposed to be silent?" He teases. "Quiet for me, Nabi."

His place is bigger than your family home, you think. Hushing you again, he's laughing—and then he's cursing at the sight of a half-naked Yoongi by the kitchen counter.

In his boxers, with half a clementine slice hanging from his lips, he's just as shocked to see Jungkook with you. Gets over it pretty quickly.

"Don't mind me," he says, chewing down on the fruit with a smirk. Looks towards you. "Apologies for the lack of clothes."

With your shoes hooked on his fingers, Jungkook's other large hand is still over your mouth. You're not sure you can form any words as it is, but you do notice the crescent moon and stars on Yoongi's ribs.

"Not a word to Tae," is all Jungkook says. Knows that he'll be in for a world of teasing tomorrow if he gets wind of it. "I mean it."

Holding his hands up, Yoongi's still smirking, but he is backing away into a room just off the kitchen. "My lips are sealed."

Watching as he closes the door, you wonder how much truth is in his words. Jungkook knows it's absolute bullshit. Chooses not to dwell on it. Loosens his grip on you and heads towards his own room. Turns back to check you're following him, and can't help but smile when he knows that you are.

Tossing your shoes just inside the door, Jungkook is quick to pick up a pair of jeans he'd left on the floor, before chucking them over his desk chair. He tweaks his bedding. Straightens it out. Looks a little shy as he turns to face you.

"Made it home safe," he says quietly, as you close the door behind you.

You nod. Keep a little distance. Say, "It's dangerous to sleep after drinking. Make sure you build a tower of pillows in the middle of your bed so you don't roll onto your back."

Both of you are far more sober than you were earlier. There's no need to worry about anything like that.

And yet he nods, now. Says, "You're probably right. You can always stay, though. Just to check I don't die in my sleep, or whatever."

"It'd be the responsible thing to do," you nod, wondering if he can tell just how fast your heart is beating. "But I don't have any pyjamas."

Jungkook swallows. The way he looks at you now is entirely different to how he'd looked at you in the club. Back then, he'd been bold. Flirtatious.

Now, he seems vulnerable. Needy.

"I sleep in my underwear," he tells you, unsure if you'll actually be sleeping. While he likes the idea of fucking you, part of him doesn't want to. Fears it'll ruin the magic of the unknown. The way he throbs at the mere thought of it would suggest that his hopes outweigh his fears. "I don't mind, if you don't."

The clothes Jungkook's wearing are baggy. You've seen nothing of his figure.

Reaching for the nape of his neck, he tugs on the fabric of his T-shirt. Pulls it over his head and discards it in one swift movement. The sound of it crumpling on the floor is abrasive in how it makes you feel. Raw. Unrefined. You suppose it's just a natural consequence of seeing the toned muscles of his chest. How his waist defies what you thought was possible for masculine builds, and how broad his chest is. The indent of his collarbones, and the lines of his pelvis that draw your eyes downwards.

A pair of Calvins peek just above the waistband of his jeans, and a silver chain rests around his neck. Light from the city filters in, and LED lights around his impressive computer set-up paint him in a hue of violet.

"No," you manage to reply, which is a miracle, you think. "I don't mind."

And then you reciprocate. Reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Seeing him swallow back his nerves, or maybe his desires, makes you feel far bolder than you should.

"It's really uncomfortable to sleep in jeans," you tell him.

He nods. Agrees. Threads the button of his trousers through its loop. Doesn't take them off yet. Waits for you to do the same. Keeps his eyes firmly locked on yours. Doesn't let his gaze wander, no matter how much he has to fight all his instincts not to fully take you in. Is still pretending like he doesn't want you in the most indecent of ways.

The room you're in right now is known worldwide. 

People set it as their zoom backgrounds. It's on Pinterest. There are YouTube videos attempting to recreate the set-up. If he were to power up his computer—which, in all fairness, is only on standby—and go live, there'd be a thousand viewers within minutes. Doesn't matter what he plays, or who he's with. He doesn't give it much thought anymore. Is just life.

Sometimes, he regrets not being a faceless streamer, but he also knows that it's part of the appeal. Connection, and the fantasy that comes with this almost dystopian, parasocial idea of it.

After all, the meeting of his eyes with yours across a busy club led you to this point. Human connection in the simplest of ways, that he thinks could culminate in the most complex of ways, too.

"Okay," he says. "So take them off."

"You want me to?" You ask just to tease a little bit, and when a smile flickers onto his seemingly nervous lips, you're glad you did.

"You think we'd be here right now if I didn't?" He says with a tweak of his brows.

"You've got a point."

With that, you push your jeans down and reveal the matching set of black underwear you're in. It's nothing special. In fact, it's not really a set, but it's close enough that it'd fool anyone who didn't know.

Jungkook, in this moment, is indeed a beautiful fool.

There's a lopsided grin on his face as he lets his eyes rake down your body. Is shameless as he indulges in you. Nods, as he bites down on his bottom lip.

"It's cold," you tell him, urging him along a little bit.

"Shit," he says without much thought. "Sorry. Was just... Yeah. Shit."

It's both endearing and wholly confusing how Jungkook flips from confident to cute. A man of duality. It makes you giggle, and then you're the one biting down on your bottom lip. Are both a little bashful. A little shy.

"I'm only here to make sure you don't die in your sleep," you remind him before it goes any further.

Looking at him now, knowing you want him in the worst of ways, it's testing all of your willpower not to just cut to the chase.

Thing is, you liked his company tonight. Want it again. Want to give him a reason to seek you out once more. Want him thinking about you in clubs, and looking for you in crowded bars. Pining. Yearning. Needy.

"It's already gone seven," he tells you, walking towards his bed. Knocks his head to the side. Silently tells you to follow suit. "Will probably only get a couple hours in."

"Better than nothing. Plus, you're actually really irritating," you bullshit as you get into bed with him. Are adamant you won't fuck him, but you do let him pull you in closer.

"Oh, yeah?" He grins.

"Mhmm," you nod, pretending as if you aren't looking at his lips. "You'll be less annoying when you're asleep."

"I'm never gonna sleep again," he assures you. "Will annoy you forever."

"I know where the front door is," you say as you stroke a few of his loose, wavy hairs back behind his ears. They fall freely almost right away, but it just gives you another excuse to play with it "I can just leave. I'm only here to make sure you don't die in your sleep. Pointless if you're awake."

"So I have to be asleep for you to stay?"

"Mhmm," you hum.

He immediately loosens his grip on you and flops into an overdramatic sleeping position. Fake snores. Gets you giggling. Can't hide his smile, either. Laughs through the god-awful noises he's making.

But it is late, and you're both tired. As much as he'd like to stay awake with you, the pull of sleep is just too tempting now that you're beneath his sheets. It's not like he doesn't wanna fuck you. His semi is very much present, but neither of you mention it.

"Y'know what's sad about butterflies?" Jungkook mumbles after the laughter dies down. He carefully begins to trace the lines of your tattoo, eyes entirely focused on the tip of his finger.

You purr a response before you fully vocalise one. "Tell me."

He glances up at you only very momentarily. Looks back down. Is quiet when he says, "How quickly they die. Spend over half their lifespan growing into these beautiful creatures, and then they have, what—A week? Two? Three, tops—and then they're gone. It's like the cherry blossoms in spring. Beautiful, and then—" He clicks his fingers. "—gone."

Stroking back some loose strands of his hair, you wonder if he's thinking about you. About this chance encounter. Beautiful, then gone.

"Just means you have to appreciate them while they're still around," you say softly. "Cherish them, because you know you only have them for a moment."

His gaze lifts to meet yours. The reflection of his LED lights makes it seem like butterflies are floating around in his deep, dark eyes, too.

There are stories he could tell you of ancient folklore; about human souls taking the form of butterflies. Of justice, and peace, and spirits. Of back in time, when tigers still smoked. He could tell you of his favourite butterflies. Of the black butterflies that are as large as his hands in the summer. Of the huge display in a museum downtown that would transfix him as a child.

Instead, he gently presses his lips against the lines of your butterfly tattoo.

The rate at which your heart is beating multiplies. Like a swarm of butterflies chasing through your veins, you've no control over the way you're feeling. He's brought your artwork to life; set the souls inside of your butterfly free, only for it to be apparent that the souls belonged to the both of you, anyway.

You know that this is one of those moments; a butterfly passing on by through your lives. Here, and then gone. Beautiful, but fleeting.

There's a shyness to Jungkook now, as he rolls onto his back. A reluctance to get things wrong. He doesn't look at you, just nibbles on his bottom lip and pretends as if the empty white ceiling ahead of him is the most interesting thing he's seen all night.

It's not.

You are.

You, and those eyes that make him feel like the butterfly on your arm is tickling at his tummy. He finds himself jealous when he faces you again and begins tracing the thin lines of your butterfly once more. Wants to embed himself into you like the ink that's carved out a home in your skin.

"Sorry," he mumbles, seemingly regretful of the tender kiss he'd pressed against your arm just a short moment ago. "Don't know why I did that."

"It's okay," you reply without much thought. Like him, you're letting the way you feel dictate the words you say. Care not for playing coy. "I liked it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Jungkook wants to stop his mouth from letting his desires escape. The issue is, he drank a little too much tonight and his lips are a little too loose. Too bad. Can't help himself from asking, "Can I do it again?"

You're just as bad.

"Yeah," you whisper. "Please."

The way his lashes splay against his cheeks as he presses another kiss to your arm is nothing short of celestial. Like that damn moon on his arm, he's got a beauty about him that's hard to capture in words. Ethereal feels too fantastical, but gorgeous feels too dense. He resides in a realm somewhere between the two. Somewhere you'd like to stay forever.

Forever, sadly, only lasts a few hours. You've brunch plans with new friends you can't bail on yet for fear of running a friendship before it's even begun.

You see yourself out. Jungkook's still asleep. Not quite 10AM, you've a dozen missed calls from Rae, and a cold can of coke waiting for you in your fridge. Funnily enough, though, you don't really feel hungover. Must have gotten it all out of your system the night before.

It's only fitting, when you think about Jungkook on the subway home, and how soberingly drunk the idea of him makes you feel. 

YONSEI UNIVERSITY DORMS DAESIN-DONG, SEODAEMUN-GU SUNDAY 21:39

Brunch had, predictably, been a yawn-fest.

The people were perfectly nice, but you spent the entire time thinking about Jungkook; how you'd left him in a pretty slumber, the LEDs behind his computer still glowing, with not even so much as a note to say thank you.

It's not like he had any paper on his desk, and you weren't about to start rummaging around his room. You also didn't want to wake him. Part of it was because you knew you'd be saying goodbye, and the concept of that was one that you didn't like all that much.

And so your subway ride back to your dorm had been spent searching his name. He didn't take long to find. 

From the club's Instagram, you found GLOSS and quickly discovered that there was far more to both him and Blu-Tae than just being DJs. Their follower counts were wild. Numbers you know you'll never see on your own account. Verification check marks accented their display names. 

Who are you? You'd thought to yourself, incredibly perplexed by it all.

Jungkook was littered all over their pages, and yet it still took a while for you to click through to his account. You're not sure why, but think that perhaps the unknown was a nice place to reside within. Safer. 

CR3SC3NT_T0KK1 was his username—and curiously, Tokki was also his display name. Brows furrowed, you'd almost dropped your phone when you saw his follower count. It eclipsed both of his friends. 

Filled with gaming set-ups, merch drops, and general life dumps, it was pretty clear that whoever Jungkook had made himself out to be the night before was not who he was in real life. 

Equal parts offended and intrigued, you were only more confused when you saw that Rae was already following him—but not following Taehyung.

"What?" she'd beamed when you'd asked her about it after you'd arrived home from brunch, a scoop of hangover ice cream being waved around in the air with her flamboyant gestures. "He's, like, one of the biggest streamers in the country—and if I want to keep Tae obsessed with me, we need as many connections as possible. Jungkook's a frog to me, baby, not a prince. Don't you worry your little cotton socks. I'm not after him."

"I wouldn't care if you were," you'd blatantly lied in response, and then you'd giggled together at how ridiculous you were both being over boys you didn't really know.

Hovering over the bright purple 'JOIN STREAM' button later that evening, part of you holds back. Think it'd be weird. Strange. That he'd somehow know it was you.

Dipping your mouse, you tick the checkbox to join as an anonymous viewer. Take a breath. Think fuck it. Watch with bated breath as the loading wheel turns—and then he's there.

Jeon Jungkook has the kind of beauty that transcends shitty quality streams. Smiling as he jokes with one of his friends through a headset with a pair of black bunny ears affixed to the top of them, you hear a voice you almost recognise. Notice the friend he's streaming with in the top corner. Realise you do know him, too.

Hair as blue as the trees are green, Tae has just as much boyish charm as Jungkook, but also an incredibly large hickey that seems to match the ones on Rae's neck.

"Nah, can we get an L in the chat for Kook," he's teasing. Sure enough, the chat begins to explode with the letter, and Jungkook looks so pretty when he protests.

"It's not an L!"

"It is!" Tae insists. "Should have seen him, guys. Was following this girl around like a lovesick puppy—"

"No, I wasn't!"

"And she didn't even give him her number. Not even her name!"

"That's not true!" Jungkook whines. He switches between Korean and English with ease, sometimes just single words, other times whole sentences. "I have a name."

"What is it?"

"Not telling you."

"Cause you don't have one!"

"No, because you'll all make my life a living hell," Jungkook laughs—and then notices a bright blue comment lighting up in the chat. His eyes widen. "Fuck."

GLOSS: Was calling her Nabi when he got home last night Almost shit his pants when he saw me

"Yoongi, I'm gonna shave your eyebrows off in your sleep," Jungkook growls—only for the chat to start spamming butterfly emojis. Closing his eyes, he leans back in his chair, the still paused video game long forgotten about, now. Thousands of people are in their chat, and even more are watching the stream.

"Guys, get it trending," Taehyung goads. "Tweet, I dunno, bunny and butterfly emojis."

"Don't do that!"

"Hashtag find Jungkook's butterfly."

"Do NOT do that!"

"I'm like a modern-day cupid," Taehyung beams.

"I'm shaving your eyebrows, too."

Closing the stream, you sit for a moment, mouth ajar, unable to process what on earth you've just witnessed. Part of you feels as if it must have an incredibly vivid daydream; a projection of your heart's desire.

And you know you shouldn't, but when you get home from running errands the following day, you join the stream again. Blush when you notice the chat is still teasing Jungkook.

"I'm gonna block you all," he threatens them with a grin, which only encourages them to send even more butterfly emojis.

The next day is no different, nor the day after that.

He is, though. Has been letting it all play on his mind. Doesn't have much of a filter when it comes to streaming.

"What if she didn't even like me, guys," he whines to the chat. "And sees this and is like... mortified. I think I'd punch myself in the face if she ever saw any of this."

You toy with the idea of sending a comment into the chat. Something that only he'd realise was you. Thing is, you feel bad for intruding. As if you shouldn't be prying. As if you're eavesdropping on him chatting with friends, and not on the stream he's broadcasting live around the world.

Typing out a message, you deliberate your choice.

Punch urself in the face pls, tokki x the message reads. 

Simple. Effective. To the point.

But everyone calls him that, you stupidly realise, now.

And so you change the name to 'Mike'. 

Before you can even really realise what you've done, you've pressed send.

The message flitters into the chat feed. He's about to resume his game. Doesn't notice it at first.

Gives the chat one final glance, and then his eyes widen. He sits up taller. Straighter. "Mike?"

You close the lid of your laptop immediately.

"Fuck."

THE STREETS WAUSAN-RO, HONGDAE FRIDAY 23:51

"Tae is on in five," Rae squeals, dragging you down the road at lightning speed. 

You'd spent far too long at dinner, and also had far too much to drink with your food, so have been forced to make an undignified sprint to the club in an attempt to make it in before the place reaches capacity.

There's already a queue. You can see it from a mile away.

Realistically, Rae could have gotten Taehyung to add her to the guest list. He'd offered. She didn't wanna look needy, so had played it coy about her plans for the evening. 

After a single beer and soju, she'd decided that the idea of him hooking up with anyone but her simply wouldn't do.

"Shit," she sighs in defeat, looking at the queue. The direction you've come from means that you reach the entrance before you reach the queue, but even then, you can tell it goes around the block. "Are there no other clubs these people can go to?!"

There are—but this club is rammed tonight for the same reason Club Sundown was rammed the week before. People want to see the Crescent Collective. 

You didn't realise it at the time, but you'd bypassed the queue of the second club last weekend because Jungkook had been with you.

And as if by a stroke of luck, or perhaps a twist of fate, the same tattooed hand that had held you as you slept last weekend is now putting out a cigarette just a few steps away.

Eyes landing on yours, he looks away again, almost immediately. Feels embarrassed. Stupid. For the way you left him, and also for the way he knows you must know who he is, now.

Behind a red rope, he's away from the general crowd. It's sort of obnoxious, you think—but also know Jungkook is anything but.

"They're with me," Jungkook says to the bouncer, not really looking at you, but nodding in your general direction. Is deliberately keeping a little distance. Instead, he says to Rae, "Tae wouldn't want you waiting in line."

Nodding, the security guard makes way for you, stamping the backs of your hands with UV-activated ink as you walk past.

"Thank you!" Rae beams.

"No worries," Jungkook smiles right back. "He's about to start. Was just getting air. You're lucky you arrived when you did."

"Angel," she praises. "I'll get you a drink while we're in there."

You know her well enough now to know that she absolutely will not, but you don't say anything. Instead, you fold your arms over your chest as you walk, suddenly feeling all awkward in Jungkook's presence.

"Nabi," he curtly greets you as you head down the stairs.

"Tokki," you greet him back just as formally. Consider calling him 'Mike' instead, but you chicken out.

Face scrunching up, Jungkook tries his best not to cringe at himself. Doesn't know if you're addressing him by his tattoo moniker, or just calling him Tokki because you know it's his identifier online.

"How have you been?" He asks, not wanting to let it simmer.

"Alright," you say, aware of how awkward this all feels, as you descend the stairs and into the club. The music is getting louder, and soon you won't be able to hear him talk unless you're in each other's ears. "And you?"

"Alright."

Just as quickly as he appeared, Jungkook is lost to the crowd. 

He doesn't care to stick around if he's just going to be hung out to dry by you again. He tells himself that he only made sure you got in to keep Rae happy for Taehyung's sake—yet as he rejoins his friends in their booth, he finds himself desperately seeking you out again.

It takes him a while, but he eventually spots you by the bar in conversation with Rae. He can't make out what you're saying, but notices how your eyes are flickering around the room. Seems as if you're hunting for something. 

Deep down, even if he pretends like he doesn't, he hopes it's for him.

Pulled away from your search by the bartender passing over drinks to the pair of you, Jungkook feels bad. Knows the drinks are pricey in this place. Also knows, from the conversations you've already had, that you're on a tight budget. Had said that once the semester starts, you'll stop going to parties. Are seemingly unaware of the fact the parties never stop in this city. You'll learn.

When your eyes finally land on his a little while later, you're surprised by his intense gaze—intrigued by his lack of shame for being caught out. He doesn't look away or appear embarrassed. If anything, it's quite the opposite.

Girls are vying for his attention all around him, yet you receive all of it. Half the room away, hundreds of people create a sea between you both. Jungkook thinks he'd swim through it, no matter how choppy the water, if it meant he could have you right now.

You're the one who left, though. 

It's up to you to come back.

Part of you doesn't want to, but then you see another girl making advances, and Rae's horror over other girls trying it on with Taehyung seems to have rubbed off on you. The idea of it makes your skin crawl. You're drunk, and a little reactive, but Jungkook likes playing with fire.

As you work your way through the crowd towards him, he tries his best not to grin. Finds himself vindicated in his desire to be close to you, 'cause it seems like you want it, too.

Sliding in between Jungkook and the girl, you turn and apologise.

"Just need to borrow him for a second," you smile, clutching at his shirt and pulling him away from the booth before she even has a chance to protest.

With an ever-so-satisfied smirk, Jungkook shrugs towards the other girl, and lets you drag him wherever you want. He's putty in your hands, a little tipsy and desperately in need of attention from you. 

For the past week, he's played scenario over scenario over scenario in his head about this moment, and now that it's happening, he's glad he let you seek him out. Is so pleased that you actively want him just as much as he wants you.

In the middle of the crowd, you're hidden from prying eyes. It's too dark to notice any discerning features of the people around you, yet somehow, Jungkook seems like a vibrant golden light to you. Impossible to miss. Unable to ignore.

You wanna talk. Ask him about who the fuck he is. Explain that you didn't mean to leave so heartlessly.

Taehyung's set is so overwhelmingly loud, though. Can barely even hear yourself think.

As soon as he'd spotted Rae in the crowd, Taehyung had sent the bar coordinator to go and get her. She's sitting pretty up in the DJ booth, incredibly pleased with herself. Notices you and Jungkook almost immediately. Knows it'll be on Twitter in the next few hours, especially if that damn butterfly tattoo of yours is noticed.

Bunnies and butterflies have been trending for days.

Jungkook speaks, but you can't hear him.

"Huh?" You ask, getting on your tippy toes, but it's fruitless. Even as his hand drops to your waist to steady you and keep you in place, you can barely make out his words. "I can't hear you!"

He can't hear jack shit, either. Frowns. Looks around. Spots Yoongi by the booth and gestures towards the side of the room. When Yoongi nods back, it's Jungkook who drags you through the crowd, now. Just beyond the DJ booth is a little black door that Yoongi meets you by. Taps in the code. Nods in your direction.

"A pleasure," he says with a knowing smirk. Miraculously, you can hear him, but ultimately, it's because you're not in the direct line of the speakers now.

You don't get a chance to respond before Jungkook gets you into what can only described as a dark hole as quickly as he can. Romance, you think to yourself, but you also are very aware of the fact Jungkook doesn't let go of your hand, even when he's searching for the light switch. It takes him a second, but he manages to recall the approximate location quickly enough.

Dingy yellow light floods into the room. Small and boxy, it's a 3-in-1 storage room, bathroom, and dressing room for 'talent'. It's why Yoongi had the code, but you can't imagine anyone with any shred of self-respect actually using this place. The walls are the same grey tiles as the floor, and the light bulb hangs from a wire without a shade. The tap on the sink drips, and you're pretty sure there's a leak in the far corner by the mirror.

None of that matters, though. All you can focus on is the man in front of you. Though not soundproof, the room does offer a far more muted version of Taehyung's set. More importantly, it provides you with privacy.

It's been a week since you last saw him, face to face.

Though you have, admittedly, seen him what feels like a million times on low-quality streams from his bedroom.

Realistically, it's been about three times, but you think about it almost constantly.

"You left," is all he says, a little pout on his lips.

It's cute, you think, that he is so outwardly offended by such an act. You would have thought that a man of his position would have a habit of leaving, himself. Then again, you didn't know of his status when you left him in bed that morning.

"And you didn't die," you reply with a teasing smile, trying not to make it sound so severe. "You were fine without me."

"I'm not joking," he says, even if he can't help but smile at the recollection of how stupid the conversation before bed had been. "You left. It was rude."

"I had brunch plans," you tell him, reaching your hands out for his. He wants to resist. Fails. Lets you pull him closer. Incredibly close, in fact. So close that you begin to notice all sorts of things. His freckles. A small scar on his cheek. A tiny fleck of glitter on his skin, no doubt from one of the girls who had been desperate for his attention earlier. "You'd only had a few hours sleep. I didn't want to disturb you."

"Could have left a note," he says, still pouty but far quieter. You can smell the Jack on his breath. Have always hated the taste, but think you could grow to like it. "Your number. Something, at least."

"I could've," you admit, edging even closer. Closing the gap. Nudging your nose against his. But then you smile. Pull back. Tease, "And you could have warned me that I'd become a trending topic on Twitter."

Just like that, Jungkook's pout snaps into the prettiest smile. His face scrunches up, lines creasing on his nose. Beneath his closed eyes reside the sweetest little puffs. He's got the kind of face that is impossible not to like.

"Ah," he cringes.

"Yeah," you laugh at the stupidity of it all. What did he expect? That you wouldn't find out? "Ah."

"In my defence," he holds his hands up, eyes wide and innocent. "You called me Tokki. How was I to know you didn't know?"

"Oh, give over," you laugh, as he reaches for your hands once again. Pulls you closer. "You know I didn't know."

Truthfully, he does know this, but it was nice to be unknown for a little while. Nice to not second guess your intentions. Even now, knowing that you know, he feels like none of it matters. 

"Look," he begins, toying with the hem of your cropped shirt. Lets his fingertips graze your bare skin. Tries his best not to think about what you look like half-naked. Fails. "I only came out tonight 'cause I hoped I'd see you. I don't care about staying out till ass-o'clock, again."

"Think I've only just caught up on sleep," you hum, angling your chin up and giving him the perfect opportunity to make a move that goes beyond flirtatious touches.

"Exactly," he smiles, letting his hand squeeze the side of your waist. Pulls you closer. "And I've not drunk half as much tonight, but I think I could do with you making sure I don't die, again."

"Yeah?"

Nodding as he nudges his nose against yours, Jungkook is all smiles. Lets his lips line up against your pout.

"Yeah," he mumbles—then lets the word get lost in your lips.

Sinking into what it feels like to kiss you, Jungkook can't help but feel satisfaction. Has finally caught the damn butterfly he's been after all week. 

He's played a lot of games. Won a lot of battles.

And yet victory has never tasted so sweet.

JUNGKOOK'S APARTMENT ITAEWON-DONG, YONGSAN-GU SATURDAY 02:07

You retrace your steps. Get a taxi to his place, 'cause there's no point pretending like he can't afford it. Not anymore.

You're not giggling like you were the first time you were in his elevator, but it's kind of impossible to do so when your back is to the wall and Jungkook's tongue is in your mouth.

Your hands roam his body—waist, ass. If you can squeeze it, you will. Just makes him deepen the kisses. If his large hands weren't cupping your jaw, keeping you close, they'd be doing the exact same thing as yours.

The ding of the elevator pulls you apart just for a second, and then you're the one pulling him down to the corridor to his place.

He doesn't open the door. Just kisses you again. 

Finally understands what it means to get butterflies, 'cause he's got you, now, and he never wants to lose it.

Hooking his hands beneath your ass, he hoists you up. Gets your legs wrapped around him. Could go in, but where's the fun in that? There's a slight danger of getting caught. He knows the hallway security cameras will definitely pick this up. The threat that it could get leaked online, and the simple fact that he couldn't give a shit if it does, is kind of hot.

"I'm not fucking you out here," you tell him through a hushed giggle, when he rests his forehead against yours.

"Woah," he jokes. "Who said anything about fucking?"

"I can literally feel your boner, Jungkook."

"Touché."

He doesn't even attempt to downplay it. He puts you down. Gets you through the threshold of his apartment. Shoes off by the door, there's no need to be quiet. Yoongi and Taehyung are still out, and will be for hours. He could take his time if he really wanted.

But what he wants is you. Doesn't waste time. Gets you in his room. Kinda feels like you never left. Jungkook still wishes you hadn't, but doesn't mind the idea of you making it up to him now.

"So," you hum, trailing your fingertips across his desk. "This is where the magic happens?"

He smiles a little bashfully, head dropping for a moment before his eyes are on yours again. "Yeah. You could say that."

Now that you're back in his space, it's a little embarrassing just how many clues there were. A headset rests on the desk—black, robust, with his signature bunny ears secured on top—and a mic is hooked up by the monitor. The webcam doesn't look special, but the keyboard subtly glows in his darkened room. Violet, like the LEDs behind his screen.

A laptop covered in vinyl stickers is closed next to the set-up. He uses it when he's not streaming on his desktop. At least three of the stickers are of the Crescent Collective's logo.

Turning to fully face him, you rest your palms behind yourself and perch on the edge of the desk.

He gets a little kick out of seeing you so flippantly disregard the domain in which he dominates. Gives him a point to prove. Gets him closing the space between you, hands on your waist, dipping to your ass to leverage further back on his desk. Knows it's sturdy, 'cause he built it himself, but has never tested out quite how strong it really is. Thinks now's as good a time as any to find out.

Your legs wrap around his body with no thought, just the innate understanding that you want him in a way you're sure thousands of people have only dreamt of: in his room, on his desk, that damn 'Go Live' button just a few short clicks away.

Reaching beside you, there's a smirk on your lips as you retrieve his headset. Put it on him. Say, "The ears are cute, Tokki."

He rolls his eyes. Is fighting a smile, and currently losing. He's seen some lewd shit during his time on the internet and is well aware of the fanart that includes the ears and little else. Always found it kinda funny, before.

Now? He's so hard it almost hurts, and he thinks he could grow to like it.

As your arms drape over his shoulders, he takes them off. Puts them on you, instead. Adjusts the sizing. Gets them just right for you. Is attentive, like that. Pulls his head back a little, and then realises what a problem you're gonna be for him.

It's not so much the addition of animal ears that's getting him insatiable, but seeing you adorned with a crown that is so inherently his that does it.

Jungkook's no saint. He's had his fair share of one-nighters. A couple hours of fun never to be spoken of again. Since the group of them signed to their management agency, they've been repeatedly told how important it is to get NDA's signed. Something about it always feels so icky to Jungkook. Cruel, almost. Has only had a couple hook-ups since then, both with flings he's known for a good couple of years, with no fear of them spilling the beans on how prettily he whines when he cums.

You're the first new girl in a long time. He knows he should really pause things before you cut to the chase—but then your hand is trailing down his thick forearm, delicately stroking his rabbit moon with a curious smile. Decides he doesn't care.

"The ears are cute," he replies. Teasingly adds, "Nabi."

The position of your arms over his shoulders ensures the tattoos he'd traced the week before are fully displayed for him. As his eyes drop to your butterfly, you're curiously smitten by the way his lips move to press a kiss against it again.

"Suit me?"

"Mhmm," he hums, eyes flickering back up to yours. "Should also get you a pair of butterfly wings, or something."

"I'd make you wear them," you tell him with a cheeky glint in your eye. "Turn you into a butterfly, yourself. Your girlies in the chat would love that."

Jungkook knows without a shadow of a doubt he'd let you. Not for the girlies in the chat, but for you.

Ghosting his lips against yours, he's waiting for you to press down. Is letting you take the lead.

Your kisses are sweet. Tepid. Reserved.

You're feeling; his hands on your waist, the pressure of his lip rings, the presence of his nose.

And then he's feeling; your bare skin as his large hands slip beneath the fabric of your shirt, the way your legs wrap around him, the vibration of a small groan against his lips.

The skirt you're in is bunched around your hips, and the positioning is just right for you to feel how hard he is against your underwear. It's a little undignified, you'll admit, but you're impatient, so you take control. Reposition his hand between your legs. Encourage him to take things further.

"Yeah?" He checks.

Nodding into a needy kiss, you mumble, "Please."

It might've been a while, but Jungkook's muscle memory is enviable. He's the best player on the team for that very reason.

As he hooks your underwear to the side, he's pleased to be greeted with indications of your arousal. Smirks into the kisses he's giving you, as his fingertips graze against your clit. Trails his lips to your neck. Wants to hear the way you gasp as he pushes his thick middle finger inside you.

"Fuck," you sigh at the welcome intrusion. Nod, as he curls his finger almost immediately. He's got a lot to thank those damn video games for, that's for sure.

Softly moaning, just how he hoped you would, there's an arch to your back as he picks up a pace. The need to perform, almost.

Head tipping back as Jungkook fucks another finger into you, you're unable to think too cognitively. Can only think about the way he feels. The smell of his hair as he presses kisses against your neck, and how prominent his collarbones are as your nails trail up his toned torso.

"Feels so good," you tell him. Move the hand of yours that's been resting on his shoulder to his hair. Tug on it a little. Elicit the prettiest of whines from him.

There's something to be said for making a man—especially one of such strength, stature, status—so weak. Gets you all giggly. Jungkook can feel the satisfaction ripple through your entire body, and it just makes him groan against your neck even more.

"You're so wet," he praises, pulling back to study your face as he plays with you. Lets his thumb stroke up against your clit ever so gently. Revels in the way you get a little shaky. Twitchy. With those damn bunny ears, you really are like a little rabbit. Jungkook finally understands why the fan artists choose to draw him in such a way. It is hot. "You're making me so fuckin' hard."

And then you're giggling again.

"Is it a joke to you, huh?" He smirks. Looks down at your pussy, all swollen and sopping wet for him, in the hazy violet light of his room. Knows that his throbbing cock is gonna stuff you so fuckin' full that laughing won't be an option. Is desperate for it. "How badly I want you is just a big joke to you, huh, bunny?"

The way he groups you in with his moniker is too damn hot.

"Dunno," you rasp, desperately trying to hold off the orgasm that's building inside you. "Fuck me and find out."

Reaching for the button of his trousers, you're quick as you wrestle his jeans down over his ass. Don't bother pushing them down entirely. Just enough to get his boxers exposed, and in turn, his thick cock. Hard and engorged, his desperation for you is evident. A small patch of precum seeps through the fabric of his boxers. He curses as your thumb strokes against it.

"Condom?" You ask, knowing you've got none on you.

"Hold that thought," he says, regretfully pulling away from you.

Watching on as he pushes down his jeans, and strips himself of his shirt, you're at a loss for words. You've seen him like this before, but it's so much hotter knowing that he's gonna be fucking himself into you as soon as he possibly can.

Jungkook could very easily lead you to his bed. Get you comfy. Reach to his bedside cabinet for a condom. Fuck you how he likes—doggy-style, minimal face-to-face contact—and be done with it all very quickly.

Instead, he says, "Stay here."

Doing as you're told, you watch on as he walks to the cabinet, and retrieves a condom. Admire his back, and his broad shoulders. The valley of his spine, and the hard work he's put into crafting his physique. Smirk to yourself as he dips into his boxers. Strokes himself. Once, twice. Tears the packet open with his teeth, just like you were always taught not to do, and rolls the latex down his thick shaft.

"What?" he smirks as he walks back, realising your eyes are transfixed on his cock.

You say nothing. Smile. Hold your hands out for Jungkook to take, just so you can pull him back even quicker.

Lips pressing into yours as he closes the gap, Jungkook is all smiles. Rubs the head of his cock against your pussy, gathering up your arousal all over his tip. Lines himself up with your entrance. Waits for you to give him the go-ahead.

Hand on his ass, you pull him closer. Edge the crown of his cock into you. Whimper. Beg. "Please."

Sinking into you with a laboured grunt, he's surprised with how much tighter you are around his cock than you were with his fingers. Wet and warm, there's an undeniable pleasure that sparks through his body as he gets familiar with the way you feel.

Slowly, his hips begin to pick up a pace. As his tongue strokes into your mouth, there's no dignity to the way he's taking you. The increased pace means heightened moans, and it's not just you—it's him, too.

"Shit, yeah," he grits. "So fuckin' tight, aren't you?"

Whining, you nod into his kisses. Are at his entire disposal as he grips your waist, proving exactly why Tokki is the perfect nickname for him.

As much as he likes the ears, he's a little worried that he might fuck you so hard they fall off. Doesn't wanna break them, and definitely doesn't wanna think about the story the boys would make up when they go live tomorrow to tease him—but also really wants to fuck you harder.

Which is funny, cause the way he tugs them off with such desperation and tosses them down, you'd be forgiven for thinking he couldn't care less about breaking them. Doesn't give you a chance to say anything, 'cause his big hands are cradling your face, bringing you in for desperate kisses once more.

There's a lewdness to the sounds you make together, but Jungkook knows that if he was an entirely different kind of streamer, you'd make bank together. Wonders about the way it would look on camera. Worries. Pauses.

"You good?" You check a little breathlessly as he reaches behind you, just to tug the wire to his webcam from the plus.

"Yeah," he nods, still fiddling around behind you. Smiles in the hedonistic haze as your lips find a new home on his neck. Strokes your hair gently, and presses a kiss to the side of your head. Quietly says, "Just making sure there's no way in hell I accidentally start streaming."

You hum, all purry and pliant. "People would pay good money to see it."

While he agrees, and has had the same thought process, he doesn't care. "You saying I should be charging you for this?"

"Oh, no," you say all very sweetly. "You should be paying me."

"I'll pay you with orgasms," he promises, knowing that it's a rare currency for one-night strands.

You smirk. Pat the top of his head. "Sure you will."

If there's one thing Jungkook loves, it's a challenge.

Pulling back, he turns you around. Gets you bent over his desk with zero opposition from you. Rubs himself against your soaked cunt, then asks, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you smirk, and then settle into a sigh as he pushes into you. The feeling of fullness from Jungkook is one that's hard to compare. So thick, and fat, and heavy, his cock really is just as impressive as he is.

With one hand hooked at the crease of your thigh, the other holds the top of your shoulder. Gets you pushed down onto his cock as far as you possibly can be. There's a slight reflection in his streaming plaque beside the monitor, and you're pleased to see just how intensely focused he is on you, brows furrowed, pretty pink lips resting ajar. The silver of his lip rings and chain catch in the light, and you find you can't look at him for too long. He's too hot.

But then he's reaching down for your clit as he fucks into you. Has your legs shaking. The waves of a familiar sensation begin to lap against the shores of your pleasure.

"Fuck," you whine. "Feels good. Keep it like that."

Jungkook knows better than to ignore your requests. Does as he's told, the pressure of his fingers on your clit only deepening. Rubbing calculated circles against you, he knows just how to work you up. Gets you whining. Mewling. Moaning.

"Gonna cum, aren't you?" he smirks, as his own high builds.

"Fuck—"

"C'mon," he husks, feeling your walls tighten around him. He doesn't stop his relentless chase. Will win your orgasms fair and square. Continues pounding into you. Pace fast, strokes deep, he's everything you could ever want and more—and then he's slowing. Keeping you plugged, nice and deep, but focusing on the way he's toying with your clit. "You know you wanna cream for me. All over my cock, pretty Nabi. C'mon—"

"I'm close," you all but whimper. "So—fuck. So close."

"Yeah, you are," he tells you—and then your legs are shaking, pussy tightly clamping around his cock, one hand tense against his desk while the other grabs at his wrist. Uncontrollable, is the way you whine for him. It's so needy—so desperate and pathetic—that it's almost a sob. Jungkook doesn't ease up. In fact, his hips gain a little pace again as your orgasm shatters around you both. He's breathless, but manages to choke out, "Flithy fuckin' cunt. Feels so fuckin' good. Fuck."

The frail limpness of your body as the orgasm smokes away is cute. Jungkook loves it. You're so weak for him. He fucks into you still, chasing his own high, and your whines only get louder. It's overwhelming, but you never want to lose the feeling.

It doesn't take much. Just a minute or so of your tight cunt, and Jungkook is pulling out. Even though he doesn't ask you to, you get to your knees as he tears the condom off.

"In my mouth," you beg, and who is he to reject such an offer?

Jerking himself to completion, Jungkook is all pretty and pathetic when he cums, too. Looks at you with eyes so starry you'd been forgiven for thinking he was a descendant of the constellations.

He milks the final few spurts of himself onto your wet tongue, and curses when you press dainty kisses to his tip. Stroking your tongue against him, you don't want to waste a drop. Look up at him and find that his eyes are resting shut from the pleasure of it all.

Silence surrounds you both, just your beating hearts and laboured breaths filling to the room. He helps you up. Holds you tight. Hugs you for a little while, then presses a kiss to the side of your head. "Thanks."

"My pleasure," you giggle - and then he's smiling, too. Feels vindicated by his irrational thoughts about you over the last few days. He pays no mind to the fact you're still technically dressed, and he's basically naked.

As he sorts himself out, you perch back up on his desk and languidly swing your legs. Enjoy the thought of memories plaguing him whenever he tried to play his little games over the next few days.

"You wanna grab a shower?" he offers. "Food, too? Dunno about you, but I'm fuckin' starving."

"Same," you nod, biting down on your bottom lip. "I'll go wash up, you sort food? Are places still open for delivery?"

Checking his phone for the time, Jungkook is surprised that it's closer to midnight than it is to his morning alarm. Only a handful of places will offer delivery at this time, but that's enough.

"Works for me," he says with a yawn, then opens what you had assumed was the closet door. Reveals an en-suite and knocks his head to the side. "Get your shower. Gimmie a shout if you need anything."

Tiles large and grey, it's the perfect counterpart to his bedroom. A little dark, but it's only because Jungkook hates using the big light. Always flicks the small light switches instead. There's a window overlooking the city, and even though you're only seven floors up, the hills of Yongsan-gu mean that he's got a view you could only dream of.

You're about to start the shower up when he calls through. "Is pizza good?"

"Pizza's good," you call back with a smile. Look yourself in the mirror and wonder how the fuck you ended up in the bathroom of arguably the most famous person you've ever met. Decide it's better not to question it.

The shower begins to cascade down, even if your sins are washed way, you know you won't be able to forget the feeling of Jungkook so easily.

Truth be told, you won't even try.

YONSEI UNIVERSITY DORMS DAESIN-DONG, SEODAEMUN-GU SUNDAY 21:13

"L in the chat," booms the voice of Taehyung through your laptop speakers. His trademark grin rests on his face as he teases Jungkook.

You've only just opened the stream. Instantly, you focus on the prettily lopsided smirk of Jungkook's lips. You've learned it's an almost permanent fixture on his boyish face. Shaking his head, he's adjusting his headset. Making it a little looser so that it'll fit him properly.

No one is questioning it.

What they are questioning, is where the fuck that pretty purple bruise on his neck has come from.

"Cross-fit," Jungkook just shrugs, knowing that it's the colloquial term for suspicious bruises after some idol used the same excuse. Blatant horseshit. Jungkook doesn't care.

"I've never done cross-fit, but I know you're bullshitting," Taehyung snorts.

The chat seems to agree with him.

"Thought I was a virgin?" Jungkook states a little cheekily, making reference to Taehyung's usual banter. "How else would I get one?"

Taehyung knows better than the retort. Knows that Jungkook could very easily slip something about Rae into the conversation.

Virgin? You type through a message on a private discord chat with Jungkook. He'd set it up the day before. Has already sent you, like, a thousand messages. Is what can only be described as obsessed—but it's mutual. Could have fooled me.

As his eyes glance down to his laptop screen, he fails to hide his smile. Had opened your chat on there, cause he didn't wanna accidentally broadcast the messages onto his stream. Despite this, he doesn't care that there are nearly 10,000 people in his stream merely minutes into it. Is far more interested in his chat thread with you. Replies immediately.

Stop distracting meI'm working</3

Giggling as the message pings through to you, there's a giddy quality to the way Jungkook makes you feel.

He'd spent the day in bed with you after your night together. Had wanted you to stay when he started streaming that evening. Said he'd only be an hour or so, and was incredibly pouty when you did leave.

It had just been him on last night's stream—headset off 'cause he didn't wanna adjust it back yet, hoodie on to hide his neck. The other boys were nursing hangovers, so he could do what he liked.

What he did do had you incredibly curious. Was just chatting. Talking to the comment section. Sleepily reeling off facts he'd recently learned about butterflies. Debating over their lifespan.

You're not naive to the fact that Jungkook does this streaming stuff as a profession, and are aware that the more people talking about his stream on other platforms, the more viewers he'll get.

Made sense for him to add fuel to the butterfly-related fire by talking about them.

Had sent you a message earlier that evening to ask what kind of butterfly you had on your skin.

A Monarch, you'd told him.

"See, the thing is," Jungkook had rambled to his viewers a little later on. "Most butterflies have super short lifespans—Monarch's included."

Eyes all starry, lights in his bedroom purple as per usual, he'd looked cosy. You wished you'd have stayed.

"But there's a specific kind. Migrating Monarchs. They're the last of their generation—the final butterflies of the year," he marvelled at the magic of it all.

His facts were a little hazy, but he knew enough. Had been down a you-shaped rabbit hole all afternoon.

"And they migrate, right? Move away from home—somewhere warmer—and then it just extends their lifespan. 180 days. Not 30. That's six months. Six months. It's a long time. It's not fleeting. Not in the slightest."

It's also, curiously, exactly how long you're scheduled to stay in Korea for.

"I dunno," Jungkook had just sighed, a little forlorn, trying to make sense of his thoughts.

He bit down on his bottom lip, stroking his thumb against the hard plastic ears of his headset, then focused on the camera again. Wondered if you were watching. 

He simply shrugged. Said, "Counts for something, though, right?"

[starlightandetherealshadows]

Hi! Thank you for answering our questions and for spoiling us w/ your lovely RO's. Can't wait to see my wife aka Delphine 😍

Anw, I have a question how do the RO's sleep like what do they wear? (Pyjamas, or they sleep on nude?) 😏

Hi sweet one,

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ASK

EVERYBODY GET UP

Ayana/Adriel: male A sleeps bare-chested and with those soft plaid pants that men that know how to slang d*ck wear. Ayana wears a sports bra and sleep pants because unlike everyone else, A is always COLD so they love a weighted blanket.

Cecelia/Chase: band t-shirts and long grey shorts all day baby! You're most likely to catch C dancing around the kitchen at 3am with a bowl of cereal (and dripping milk everywhere as they try to moonwalk). They're also the type to put clothes back on after sex because they don't like the feeling of their naked body on the rough sheets (lets get C some silk sheets NOWWW)

Zero: both male and female Zero wear those itty bitty black calvin klein boxers. they usually wear an oversized t shirt that falls just past their butt, but both of them get overheated at night because they sweat through those nightmares and they'll end up taking the shirt off anyway. While walking around the house, though. TITTIES AWAY.

Xa'eks/Xa'veed: butterball booty ass naked. cheeks out. titties out. everything swinging. X has no qualms about nudity and they don't know why humans get so scandalized by it. They love to teast C about it, who will yelp and cover their eyes if X walks in the kitchen just pants-less.

"MY EYES!"

"Are blessed. Settle down, human."

Delphine: pretty, lacy lingerie that makes everyone a bit hot under the collar. she too is pretty casual about nudity but prefers the hints of what's under the clothes more. when in a relationship with MC, she'll switch to keeping all the lace under her more comfortable tank tops and shorts. (for MC's eyes only! that's her lil boo thang.)

I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE THIS ASK AHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOUUUUU <3

All my love,

Cheye

[chrancecriber]

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Filburt - Place Of Love (Mp Edit) 18:25 Zero 7 - In The Waiting Line 18:22 Mellowdy - Rise Up 18:19 Sum Wave - Milkyway 18:15 James Bright - Sarabande 18:08 Valeron - Jamal 18:05 Italobrothers - Stay 17:57 Hansi Lang - Perfect Day (Smacs & Patrick Kong Remix) 17:49 Boral Kibil - Never Again (Bobby Deep Mix) 17:44 Ludvig & Stelar - Reflection 17:41 Topic Feat. Nico Santos) - Home (Alle Farben Remix) 17:38 Rosa Linn - Snap 17:34 Jan Blomqvist, Elena Pitoulis - More (Original Mix) 17:31 Nora En Pure - Sign Of The Times 17:27 Jako Diaz & Margret - Mirror 17:24 Quantic - Painting Silhouettes (Original Mix) 17:20 Ck West & Sassi K - C Song 17:17 Chicane - Capricorn (Back Pedal Brakes Remix) 17:11 Marra Kesh Khetama - Sunshine 17:07 Alina Baraz & Galimatias - Fantasy (Felix Jaehn Remix) 17:02 Atb & Anova - Route 66 16:56 Beanfield - Planetary Deadlock 16:54 Famba Feat. Brando & Mkla - Games We Play 16:50 Jaques Raupe, Stereoact, Peter Schilling Feat. Peter Schilling - Terra Titanic 16:44 Lazy Hammbock - Surround Me 16:40 The Alan Parsons Project - Old And Wise 16:37 Daniel Steidtmann - Annecy 16:34 Alok & Timmy Trumpet - Underwater Love (La Vision Remix) 16:30 Nora En Pure - World Of Rules 16:23 Tosca - Dave Dudley 16:21 Tiscore - Fire To Smoke 16:15 Beyhude - Terso 16:11 Topic Feat. Nico Santos - Home 16:09 Munich Monstrs - Shine 16:06 Avaion X Vize X Leony - Pieces 16:01 Ohm-g - Hulectric Soul 15:57 Maxim Lany Feat. Freya Alley - Anymore 15:53 James Bright - Siempre 15:47 Anrey - Lost Lands (Extended Mix) 15:44 Audax Feat. Ron Caroll - Falling For You 15:38 Les Negresses Vertes - Face A La Mer 15:34 Schiller - Free The Dragon 15:30 Daniel Steidtmann - Pigeon Lake 15:27 Zhu - Faded 15:22 Rodriguez Jr. & Liset Alea - Amplify 15:19 Blank & Jones Feat. Mick Roach - Magnolia 15:15 Tontario - Late (Original Mix) 15:11 Above & Beyond Feat. Justine Suissa - Little Something 15:06 Deep Dive Corp. Feat. Dennis Le Gree - Water 15:01 The Funky Lowlives - Time To Let Go 14:57 Blank & Jones - High Fly 14:52 Espresso Del Lago - Come On 14:50 Ofenbach & Ella Henderson - Hurricane 14:46 Julian Wassermann - Painfully 14:40 Faro - Dreaming In Orange 14:37 Clément Leroux - Memories 14:34 Morgan Page Feat. Lissie - Firewalk 14:30 Kygo Feat. Sandro Cavazza - Happy Now 14:27 Lost Frequencies & Mathieu Koss - Don't Leave Me 14:23 Nihoni - After Sun 14:20 Sting - Mad About You 14:17 Vize & Leony - Dolly Song (Devil's Cup) 14:10 Worakls - By The Brook 14:05 Simioli, Provenzano, Scarlet - Ain't No Sunshine 13:58 Edx - Conundrum 13:55 Clangusar - I Promised Myself 13:48 Avira & Diana Miro - The Worship (Mark Knight Extended) 13:42 Joachim Pastor & Signum - Something You Need (Extended Mix) 13:37 Jose Padilla - Bosaxi (Touched Mix) 13:30 Röyksopp & Jamie Irrepressible - The Next Day (Mind Against Remix) 13:27 Neptune & Moonnight - I Need A New Love (Original Mix) 13:23 Kygo & Rita Ora - Carry On 13:19 Blank & Jones - Sunny (Summer Vibe Mix) 13:13 Exstra - Comet (Extended Mix) 13:09 Federico Aubele - Salvacion 13:06 Glockenbach - Dirty Dancing 13:03 Mousse T. - Boyfriend (Alle Farben Remix) 13:00 M22 - Good To Be Loved 12:57 Tiësto & Karol G - Don't Be Shy 12:53 Atb - We Belong 12:47 Nora En Pure - Thermal (Extended Mix) 12:44 Agatino Romero - I'm Feeling For You 12:40 Eelke Kleijn - Transmission (Joris Voorn Remix) 12:36 Avira & Kiko Franco Feat. Nathan Nicholson) - Ocean 12:31 Scotty & Wilcox - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (Wilcox Extended) 12:26 Gotan Project - Last Tango In Paris 12:22 Sons Of Maria - Elevate 12:19 Martin Trevy Feat. Hedara - Talking To The Silence 12:14 Channel 2 Feat. Tanya - Space Cowboy 12:10 Sum Wave - Malin's Song 12:05 Lstn - Times Of Sorrow 11:59 Fatboy Slim - Praise You (Maribou State Remix) 11:55 Above & Beyond - Is It Love? (1001) (Original Mix) 11:50 Eli Kazah - Return Home 11:48 Lunax - I Like 11:44 Sound Nomaden - The Morning After 11:37 Deep-dive-corp. - Lucsus 11:31 Tebra - Suton 11:29 Tiësto - The Motto 11:25 Madonna - Nothing Really Matters 11:20 Eelke Kleijn Feat. Diana Miro - You (Frankey & Sandrino Remix) 11:16 Golden Tone Radio - Glück 11:10 Mic Max - Como El Viento 11:07 Kryder & Natalie Shay - Rapture 11:04 Armin Van Buuren & Avira - Illusion (Mixed) 10:58 Joachim Pastor - Joda (Worakls Remix) 10:54 Lstn - Floral Decor 10:50 The Underdog Project - Summer Jam 10:48 Parov Stelar - Fire 10:44 Ambyion - Motion 10:39 Chromatics - Lady 10:32 John Kah - Carina (Enui Remix) 10:29 Sans Souci - Nanda 10:25 Karen Ramirez - Looking For Love 10:21 Kyla La Grange - Cut Your Teeth 10:16 Mr.da-nos - San Francisco 2k20 10:11 Ancient Astronauts - Until The Stars Go Out 10:03 Blond:ish Feat. Bahramji - Omnipresent 10:00 Matoma Feat. Jonah Kagen - Summer Feeling 09:56 Jones & Brock Feat. Anica - Join Me 09:53 Ck West - Aldebaran 2021 09:48 Blank & Jones - Give It To Me 09:45 York - On The Beach (Kryder & Jenjammin Sax Edit) 09:42 Edx - Ecletric (Mixed) 09:38 Cats On Bricks Feat. Krysta Youngs - Unstoppable (Dj Karsten Kiessling ) 09:36 Mila Feat. Uwe Worlitzer - Teil Von Mir 09:33 Consoul Trainin Feat. Steven Aderinto & Duoviolins - Obsession 09:27 Hendrik T. - Espiral 09:20 Colyn - Lightyears 09:17 Sans Souci - Fenton 09:12 Placebo - Running Up That Hill 09:06 Firtz Kalkbrenner - Golden (Fideles Remix) 09:01 Robin Schulz - Moonlit Sky (With The Void Pacific Choir) 08:58 Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike Vs. Diplo Feat. Deb's Daughter - Hey Baby 08:53 Jens Buchert - Cocoon 08:49 Emmit Fenn - Lost In Space 08:46 Sono - Keep Control (Artbat Remix Edit) 08:37 Blank & Jones - California Sunset 08:31 Parra For Cuva Feat. Anna Naklab - Wicked Games 08:28 Bolier - Another Blue 08:25 Together Alone - Let Go 08:21 Jazzamor - Lovin' You 08:18 Shaun Frank & Takis Feat. Shells - Don't Say I Love You 08:14 P. Lion - Happy Children (Special Remastered ) 08:11 Justin Bieber - What Do You Mean? 08:05 Christopher Von Deylen - Free 07:59 Rodriguez Jr. Feat. Liset Alea - What Is Real 07:55 Rüfüs Du Sol - No Place 07:51 Jean-michel Jarre - Equinoxe, Pt. 5 07:44 Tosca - La Vendeuse Des Chaussures Des Femmes, Pt. 1 07:40 Chicane Feat. Bryan Adams - Don't Give Up 07:37 Majestic & Boney M. - Rasputin 07:33 Blank & Jones - Fallen 07:26 Armen Miran & Hraach - Gravitation 07:23 Christopher Von Deylen - Heliotrope 07:18 Shaun Feat. Conor Maynard - Way Back Home 07:15 Dennis Kruissen Feat. Liza Flume - Another Soul 07:05 Moby - Too Much Change 07:00 La Vita - Smooth Like Silk 06:56 Ac Venture - Penang Waltz (Roberto Sol Remix) 06:54 Rita Ora - You Only Love Me 06:48 Maestro & Cabal - Clifton Bay 06:45 Gestört Aber Geil & Anna Grey - Thank You 06:37 A Forest Mighty Black - Rebirth 06:32 Tinlicker Feat. Nathan Nicholson - Always Will 06:28 Nora En Pure - Tantrum 06:22 Massive Attack - Sly 06:15 Blank & Jones - White Light 06:13 Yves V X Bashkar - Halfway (Feat. Twan Ray) 06:06 Aural Float - Still Here 06:01 Valante - Rissa 05:59 Mike Candys, Sb Mont & Salvo - Turned To Dust 05:54 Billy Sizemore - Together 05:51 Zaz - Demain C'est Toi 05:46 Fous De La Mer - Luces 05:42 Schiller - Der Tag...du Bist Erwacht (Mit Jette Von Roth) 05:37 Schiller Feat. Jael - Tired (Live) 05:33 Kadebostany - Save Me 05:27 Monolink - Otherside (Club Mix) 05:20 Dale Anderson Feat. Anil Chawla - Pimento Grove 05:17 El Profesor - Bella Ciao (Hugel Remix) 05:14 Edx - Neptune 05:11 Dvine - Ever After 05:06 Loui & Scibi Feat. Nuwella - Your Love (Ian Tosel Remix) 05:00 Christopher Von Deylen - Euphoria 04:57 Dj Antoine & Deep Vice - When You Want Some Love (Dj Antoine Vs Mad Mark 2k21 Mix) 04:55 Zonderling Feat. Josh Cumbee & Damon Sharpe - Lifetime 04:51 Fritz Kalkbrenner - Daylight Is Falling 04:48 Edx Feat. Jess Ball - Take Me Home 04:43 Afterlife - Solstice (Vocal Mix) 04:40 Hugel - Can't Love Myself (Feat. Mishaal& Lpw) 04:34 The Orb - A Beautiful Day 04:31 Kygo, Paul Mccartney & Michael Jackson - Say Say Say 04:28 Lost Frequencies & Elley Duhé - Back To You 04:24 Bebo Best & The Super Lounge Orchestr - Come As You Are 04:19 Eelke Kleijn - Woodstock 04:15 Sum Wave - Goodbye Earth 04:10 Moca - Kleine Träumerei 04:07 Iossa, Ken Holland - The Seed Feat. Iossa (Original Mix) 04:04 Dj Antoine Feat. Chanin & Jona Xx - Dancing In Tulum 04:01 Vintage Culture And Rooftime - I Will Find 03:58 Fedde Le Grand Feat. Vince Freeman - Devils 03:55 Mount & Emdey - Venus 03:52 Robin Schulz & Marc Scibilia - Unforgettable 03:48 Lstn - Undecided 03:40 Marcel - Departure 03:39 Above & Beyond - Quieter Is Louder (Original Mix) 03:34 Pirra Feat. Lindstrøm & Prins Thomas Remix - Limousine Lies 03:30 Nardis - Sunrise 03:27 Brando - Don't Call Me (Galantis Remix) 03:22 Worakls - Caprice 03:16 Diamans - Perception 03:13 Moli - Cloud No9 (Montmartre Remix) 03:08 Faithless Feat. Nathan Ball & Caleb Femi - I Need Someone 03:02 Jonson - S.c.e.n.e. T.w.o. 02:59 Blank & Jones - Coastline 02:57 Viva La Panda, Finding Molly - Chances 02:52 Buttha - Oceanic (Original Mix) 02:48 Basixx - Stay In Your Sunlight 02:42 Kruder & Dorfmeister - High Noon 02:38 Schiller & Peter Heppner - Leben... I Feel You 02:34 Melokind - Tiefgang 02:31 Regard - Ride It 02:29 Vievie - Sea Roses 02:24 Thomas Lemmer & Andreas Bach - Sweet Lullaby 02:21 Calvin Harris & Disciples - How Deep Is Your Love 02:18 James Carter & Ofenbach Feat. James Blunt - Can't Forget You 02:15 Magnofield - Lupino 02:09 Velvet Lounge Project - Dimelo Tu (Mix And Magix Remix) 02:07 Kamrad - I Believe 02:04 Nora En Pure - Stop Wasting Time 01:58 Blank & Jones - Coming Home (Afterlife Remix) 01:55 Bernward Koch - Lonely Dream (Solo Piano) 01:51 Lenny Mac Dowell - Summertime 01:48 Rene Rodrigezz & Tristan Henry - Let Me Go 01:45 Sum Wave - Passing Clouds 01:42 Groove Da Praia - Is This Love 01:38 Paul Oakenfold, Bolier, Luis Fonsi - The World Can Wait (Bolier Remix) 01:34 Karsten Kiessling Feat. Helin - Fight Like A Lion 01:31 Hearts & Colors - Lighthouse (Andrelli Remix) 01:27 Trinix - Vision Deluxe 01:24 Hanns Feat. Lu - Chemistry 01:20 Airstream One - Southern Light 01:17 Riva Starr Feat. Imaginary - Ride This Sound 01:13 Pretty Pink Feat. Mark V - Don't Dance 01:10 Sono - Twist In My Sobriety (Sans Souci Remix Edit) 01:03 Le Roy - See The Light Ahead (Extended Mix) 00:58 Deep Dive Corp. - Guitaria 00:52 Lamb - Wonder 00:49 Alan Walker X Hans Zimmer - Time (Alan Walker Remix) 00:44 Rodg - Life Is Life (Chill Mix) 00:38 Anrey - We Are The Mirrors (Extended Mix) 00:31 Hraach Feat. Iveta Mukuchyan - Sarer Jan 00:24 Menachem 26 - Hal (Anatolian Sessions Remix) 00:21 Sum Wave - Backyard Stories 00:17 Eelke Kleijn Feat. Josha Daniel - Oscillations 00:11 Fluff - Silent Life 00:08 Lstn - Sky & Sand 00:04 Above & Beyond Feat. Zoe Johnston - Treasure 00:00 Edx - Missing

[filypadreams]

Fleeting Touches

( Asmodeus x GN!MC)

Synopsis: Do you know what fleeting means? It means you should apreciate every moment while you can. Even if you get lost in illusions for it.

TW: Slight angst

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The streets were full this time of the year, even with the cold weather. It was a race for most humans to get that last minute gift for that special someone.

Their children, parents, grandparents or significant others. For some reason it's tradition to get that one person a last minute present.

And that's always a disaster...

" Calvin Klein One... with bergamot, cardamom, pineapple and jasmin. Tropical? Or maybe Dolce & Gabanna Velvet Exotic Leather. Traditional and italian... also at good prices, I need to ask if they are antiallergenic! "

I spend 15 minutes on the line but get both perfumes and walk outside onto the sunny street. It's not as busy as the mall and I really should get home before it gets to close to one pm.

Today, faces are a blur to me.

" Thanks for the tip Asmo, I was sick of the strong scents of women perfumes and the always down to earth male ones~"

I cheerfully speak to myself while touching the 'tattoo' above my left breast.

It's a one-way communication system. I'm not even sure Asmodeus hears what I tell him but I sure do hear his thoughts.

" Ohhh, bootie alert at 12! No, wait! Delicious curves at 4- oohh...that's a mix at 9 o'clock~!"

I see a man, woman, I think the last one is in mid transitioning but I'm not sure.

" He'll be a beautiful man, I'm 95% sure!"

" Maybe it's a 'they'... not that you can hear me."

Though I agree, they look...handsome. With a nice physique, curly shoulder lenght hair, smooth skin as if rivalling Asmos' ... and who can resist a dark biker leather jacket?!

No, stop. Don't let the mark influence you from your mission MC!

Setting the christmas gifts.

I start running in the direction of the bus station when I collide with a tall lady, her black shades falling to the ground from her beautiful light pink sweater.

My head hurts. It felt like hitting a brick wall...or Beel.

Are my only thoughts as I scramble to pick her glasses and my shopping bag. Good thing it was well packed.

"Oh my~ I'm so sorry, I didn't notice such a beautiful face in this crowd. I was retoutching my eyeliner, huhu! Let me help~"

The lady crouches down next to me. I notice from the corner of my eyes that she is also wearing a black turtle neck... and has peach coloured hair...

" Asmo?!"

Darkness. A cold hand covers my eyes while the other takes the shades from mine and exchanges them with my bags...it seems. He whispers is my ear.

" Now, now. Don't ruin the surprise! I'm just a beautiful 'lady'. Hahaha."

And with that he dissapears. Everything seems to dissapear, as soon it gets dark and I'm sitted in my couch, replaying today's event.

It felt so real... I called him a lady.

Well... I don't think Asmodeus minds.

I walk around the tree, putting down colorfully wrapped gifts. That I went purposely to markets and malls to have wrapped!

Diavolo better play Santa and give me some grimm if I ever get an invite to Devildom, I blew most of my allowances with these!

On the blue corner I have vynil disks and office supplies. Getting stuff for Lucifer is hard.

The yellow corner... is a mess of acessories like shades and wristwatches and some jackets. Mammon needs a new one.

The orange corner was the cheapest but most difficult to prepare. I wrapped most of my otaku related rarities, in Devildom at least, and put them in a pile. Levi better apreciate my figurines!

The green pile was also simple. It's actually small with my old literature books. All from great authors and all trying to escape religious judgement so Satan might find that amusing.

I don't have a red corner, just baked goods on the table and two glasses of milk in case Santa visits.

I put purple pillows, warm robes, matresses and scarves around the tree. Belphie won't lose comfort soon.

And now finishing the pink corner.

There's the perfumes, some cosmetics I really don't get but my 'chest instinct' said to go ahead and...

" I hope he likes this fluffy bunny backpack!"

I kinda wanted the bunny for myself... but I can't.

The day went on so fast... why am I even doing this? Might as well call Solomon and offer him these so he can perform his rituals. I'll just wake up tomorrow to a full room of wasted money and a mountain of calories. An empty heart.

I caress the bunny when i hear rustling on my door. Something is playing with my wreath? I pick a knife from the dinning table.

" W-who's there?! Show yourself fiend!"

" Aww, that hurts to hear MC-chan..."

From the darkness into the light walks the same person I crashed into this morning.

" You better drop that knife before someone gets hurt..."

" How...Asmo, how are you here?! Why?!!"

Tears come to my eyes. It's been a while. A long while since I've seen any of them. Since I've had slumber parties with Asmodeus, self care sessions...

He shakes his head cleaning the few teardrops away with the back of his index finger and walks to the tree, messing with the gifts.

" Tears don't suit you well. Oh, you even got something for Barbatos... I'm slightly jealous, I thought you only thought about me~"

He starts opening his gifts.

" Wait! It's not even Christmas Eve. We need to wait until midnight at least..."

As I try to explain, his taller stature hovers over me, playing with my hair and putting a mistletoe, secure in it's knots. Wait... how is he so tall? The height difference is too abnormal.

" I'm afraid the concept of time doesn't apply in dreams, MC."

" H-huh?! Wha... the day... went on really fast. So you..."

I look down slightly dissapointed. The floor starts cracking and falling. Darkness and constelations starting to form under my feet.

" Afraid not. Christmas is not really part of our traditions, haha. Even if we had a great celebration that one time Diavolo proposed we did it with the exchange students.

I like the angel."

He points to the tree top.

" Oh, that... I was thinking of Beel and Belphie when I made the decision. It's my oldest decoration. I was thinking on putting a star this year but... I got a literal gut feeling to keep the angel."

I smirk at Asmodeus as he puts an arm around my shoulders, leaning me a little closer to him. We both apreciate the flashing lights from the tree. Even if it was fake. The rest of the room crumbles away and Asmo let's go of me to pick his gifts and stuffing them inside his new backpack.

" I know he was thinking of the only person that shines as bright as us two together.

Hmm, but you haven't been taking good care of yourself, MC-chan! Remember to follow the morning routine I gave you so your skin is almost as perfect as mine!"

" I haven't been feeling like...doing much I guess. I had a lot of work this year."

" Humans are always full of work. I mean me too.

Since RAD is closed for the 'holidays', we are back to our other jobs. Things get dirty real fast, so many pests! Maybe we can actually come visit during New Year's."

After apreciating the representation if Lilith, he turns to berate me, before picking a bottle of perfurm and examining it, followed by spraying some on while making a spin as he explains his bodyguard/demon threat exterminator job.

He must have loved it because he transforms, with a smile on his face and his horns move like pincers.

" I always found your demon form the funniest."

" ...Dear, I'm fabulous."

" Hahahahaha! Ok, but if this isn't a Diavolo, Barbatos or Lucifer' scheme... is it Belphegor's? You mentioned dreams, and it explains the constelations."

I look around, darkness being drilled by the light of many tiny stars.

" I think I see taurus... and of course he had ro include pisces. Mammon is supposed to be the greedy one, this is OUR moment!"

He huffes and crosses his arms. I chuckle and pat his back.

" So, I'm asleep at the same time as Belphie."

" It's night time in both worlds. You could say I'm an intruder. I was taking my immersive nightly bath as I prepared to get into your dreams~ I hope I didn't actually fall asleep, my poor skin!"

" How did you convince him?"

I wonder as he touches his arm and the parts of revealed skin as if to feel if something was wrong with his real body.

" Oh, well...he actually wanted to see you to! I also promised to take more cute pictures of Lucifer for him. But I don't think he admires his beauty the same way I do-"

The world trembles. Belphie must be waking up. And angry...

" Oh, dear! I must have upset him. This illusion will end soon and you'll wake up in your bed as if nothing happened. I hope you don't forget me."

Asmo walks closer and caresses my face. Kissing my forehead.

It's warm. Fleeting but I can feel his gestures. Even in a dream.

I slap his hand when I feel it sliding down my back a little too far.

" Ouch! My nail...ok, ok. I'm sorry! Won't happen again~"

He apologises when making contact with my burning stare and proceeds to act innocently after.

" It better not. I... think it will be difficult to forget you. Specially now. Make sure the others know-! Ahh!!!"

Another quake and I "conveniently" fall in his arms. I'm able to see his pixie sized wings batting in excitement.

" This is a cliché."

I mumble as Asmo wraps his arms around me.

" I need to go. I'm sure we'll see each other soon. You know I'll always be here. Literally. And I do hear you, you know?"

He pokes his mark, above my heart and pouts.

" ...I know... see you soon Asmo."

I pick his hand and kiss it.

Then I wake up. It's still the middle of the night. My room is cold.

There on my window sill are two roses. One peach and one dark pink.

The End

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Special dedicatory to: @shortnessangel

and @asmoluvsyou .

Bunny Backpack comes from: https://kawaiibabe.com/products/creepy-bun-backpack

(Curiosities: The perfumes are gender neutral, I can still link you the page where I found them.

The colour of the roses have a specific meaning. I can post the pic I got it from if you want.)

[transnameswap]

hi! can i have some masc names that sound VERY masculine and have a nickname? thanks! (sorry if i already asked this. i can't remember if i did.)

Aaron (Ari, Ron)

Abraham, Abram (Abe, Ram)

Alistair (Al, Ali, Stair)

Amos (A, Mo, Moss)

Basil, Basler (Bas, Baz)

Caleb, Calvin (Cal)

Camden (Cam, Den, Denny)

Campbell (Cam, Camp)

David (Dave, Avi)

Dominic (Dom, Nic, Omi)

Ethan (E)

Eugene (Eu, Gene)

Ezekiel (Eze, Kiel, Zeke)

Franklin (Frank, Lynn)

Gavin (G, Gav, Avi, Vin)

Gregory (G, Greg, Ory)

Henry (Hank, Ree)

Isaiah (Izzy)

Ivan (Van)

John/Jonathan (Jo, Johnny, Nathan)

Kyler (Ky, Kyle)

Lucas (Lu, Luke, Cas)

Martin (Art, Artie)

Nathan (Nate)

Nicolas (Nic, Nicky, Cola, Cole)

Oliver (Oli/Ollie)

Oscar (O, Car, Ozzy)

Oswald (O, Ozzy, Waldo)

Patrick (Pat, Rick, Trick)

Peter (Pete)

Quinton (Q, Win, Ton)

Ralph (Al)

Roman (R, Ro, Man, Manny)

Samson (Sam, Son, Sun)

Sullivan (Sully, Van)

Thomas (T, Tommy)

Trevor (T, Rev)

Tyler (Ty)

Ulysses (U, Uly, Lyss)

Vance (V, Van)

Vaughn (V, Aug)

Victor (Vic)

Wyatt (Wy, Watt)

Xavier (X, Avi, Vier)

Zachary (Zach, Cary)

[mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl]

50 SHADES OF KWON JI YONG PT.9

LISTEN I AM IN MY UNICORN ONESIE AND I DRINK SONE GREEN TEA WITH BURGERS...IM HAVING A GOOD AF DAY....ENJOY BY THE WAY I WILL UPLOAD BARED TO HIM TODAY! next update tomorrow...........

Genre:Smut/Angst/Fluff

Rated:NC-17

Pairing G-Dragon x Reader

Word count: 6,573

Part.8 Part.9 Part.10

He pulls out of me suddenly. I wince. He sits up on the bed and throws the used condom in a wastebasket. “Come on, we need to get dressed – that’s if you want to meet my mother.” He grins, leaps up off the bed, and pulls on his jeans, no underwear! I struggle to sit up as I’m still tethered. “Jiyong - I can’t move.”

His grin widens, and leaning down, he undoes the tie. The woven pattern has made an indented pattern around my wrists. It’s… sexy. He gazes at me. He’s amused, his eyes dancing with mirth. He kisses my forehead quickly and beams at me. “Another first,” he acknowledges, but I have no idea what he’s talking about. “I have no clean clothes in here.” I am filled with sudden panic, and considering what I’ve just experienced, I’m finding the panic overwhelming. His mother! Holy crap. I have no clean clothes, and she’s practically walked in on us in flagrante delicto. “Perhaps I should stay here.” “Oh, no, you don’t,” Jiyong threatens. “You can wear something of mine.” He’s slipped on a white t-shirt and runs his hand through his just-fucked hair. In spite of my anxiety, I lose my train of thought. Will I ever get used to looking at this beautiful man? His beauty is derailing. “Y/N, you could be wearing a sack and you’d look lovely. Please don’t worry. I’d like you to meet my mother. Get dressed. I’ll just go and calm her down.” His mouth presses into a hard line. “I will expect you in that room in five minutes, otherwise I’ll come and drag you out of here myself in whatever you’re wearing. My t-shirts are in this drawer. My shirts are in the closet. Help yourself.” He eyes me speculatively for a moment, then leaves the room. Holy shit. Jiyong’s mother. This is so much more than I bargained for. Perhaps meeting her will help put a little part of the jigsaw in place. Might help me understand why Jiyong is the way he is… Suddenly, I want to meet her. I pull my shirt off the floor, and I’m pleased to discover that it has survived the night well with hardly any creases. I find my blue bra under the bed and dress quickly. But if there’s one thing I hate, it’s not wearing clean panties. I rifle through Jiyong’s chest of drawers and come across his boxer briefs. After pulling on a pair of tight Black Calvin Kleins, I tug on my jeans and my Converse. Grabbing my jacket, I dash into the bathroom and stare at my too-bright eyes, my flushed face – and my hair! Holy crap… just-fucked pigtails do not suit me either. I hunt in the vanity unit for a brush and find a comb. It will have to do. A ponytail is the only answer. I despair at my clothes. Maybe I should take Jiyong up on his offer of clothes. My subconscious purses her lips and mouths the word ‘ho’. I ignore her. Struggling into my jacket, pleased that the cuffs cover the tell-tale patterns from his tie, I take a last anxious glance at myself in the mirror. This will have to do. I make my way into the main living room. “Here she is.” Jiyong stands from where he’s lounging on the couch. His expression is warm and appreciative. The sandy-haired woman beside him turns and beams at me, a full megawatt smile. She stands too. She’s impeccably attired in a camel-colored fine knit sweater dress with matching shoes. She looks groomed, elegant, beautiful, and inside I die a little, knowing I look such a mess. “Mother, this is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is Kwon Han Gi-Ran.” Dr. Gi-Ran holds her hand out to me. “What a pleasure to meet you,” she murmurs. If I’m not mistaken, there is wonder and maybe stunned relief in her voice and a warm glow in her hazel eyes. I grasp her hand, and I can’t help but smile, returning her warmth. “Dr. Kwon-Han,” I murmur. “Call me Gi-Ran,” she grins, and Jiyong frowns. “I am usually Dr. Han, and Mrs. Kwon is my mother-in-law.” She winks. “So how did you two meet?” She looks questioningly at Jiyong, unable to hide her curiosity. “Y/N interviewed me for the student paper at GAU because I’m conferring the degrees there this week.” Double crap. I’d forgotten that. “So you are graduating this week?” Gi-Ran asks. “Yes.” My cell phone starts ringing. Rin, I bet. “Excuse me.” It’s in the kitchen. I wander over and lean across the breakfast bar, not checking the number. “Rin.” “WAEE! Y/N!” Holy crap, it’s Mino. He sounds desperate. “Where are you? I’ve been trying to contact you. I need to see you, to apologize for my behavior on Friday. Why haven’t you returned my calls?” “Look Mino, now’s not a good time.” I glance anxiously over at Jiyong who’s watching me intently, his face impassive as he murmurs something to his mom. I turn my back to him. “Where are you? Rin is being so evasive,” he whines. “I’m in Seoul.” “What are you doing in Seoul? Are you with him?” “Mino, I’ll call you later. I can’t talk to you now.” I hang up. I walk as nonchalantly back to Jiyong and his mother. Gi-Ran is in full flow. “… And Taeyang called to say you were around – I haven’t seen you for two weeks, darling.” “Did he now?” Jiyong murmurs, gazing at me, his expression unreadable. “I thought we might have lunch together, but I can see you have other plans, and I don’t want to interrupt your day.” She gathers up her long cream coat and turns to him, offering him her cheek. He kisses her briefly, sweetly. She doesn’t touch him. “I have to drive Y/N back to Gangnam.” “Of course, darling. Y/N, it’s been such a pleasure. I do hope we meet again.” She holds her hand out to me, her eyes glowing, and we shake. Woo-Bin appears from… where? “Mrs. Kwon?” he asks. “Thank you, Woo-Bin.” He escorts her from the room and through the double doors to the foyer. Woo-Bin was here the whole time? How long has he been here? Where has he been? Jiyong glares at me. “So the photographer called?” Crap. “Yes.” “What did he want?” “Just to apologize, you know – for Friday.” Jiyong narrows his eyes. “I see,” he says simply. Woo-Bin reappears. “Mr. Kwon, there’s an issue with the Darfur shipment.” Jiyong nods curtly at him. “Choi Hae back at Boeing Field?” “Yes sir.” Woo-Bin nods at me. “Miss Y/L/N.” I smile tentatively back at him, and he turns and leaves. “Does he live here? Woo-Bin?” “Yes.” His tone is clipped. What is his problem? Jiyong heads over to the kitchen and picks up his BlackBerry, scrolling through some emails, I assume. His mouth presses in a hard line, and he makes a call. “Ros, what’s the issue?” he snaps. He listens, watching me, brown eyes speculative, as I stand in the middle of the huge room wondering what to do with myself, feeling extraordinarily self-conscious and out of place. “I’m not having either crew put at risk. No, cancel… We’ll air drop instead… Good.” He hangs up. The warmth in his eyes has disappeared. He looks forbidding, and with one quick glance at me, he heads into his study and returns a moment later. “This is the contract. Read it, and we’ll discuss it next weekend. May I suggest you do some research, so you know what’s involved.” He pauses. “That’s if you agree, and I really hope you do.” He adds, his tone softer, anxious. “Research?” “You’ll be amazed what you can find on the Internet,” he murmurs. Internet! I don’t have access to a computer, only Rin’s laptop, and I couldn’t use Clayton’s, not for this sort of ‘research’ surely? “What is it?” he asks, cocking his head to one side. “I don’t have a computer. I’ll see if I can use Rin’s laptop.” He hands me a manila envelope. “I’m sure I can… err, lend you one. Grab your things, we’ll drive back to Gangnam and grab some lunch on the way. I need to dress.” “I’ll just make a call,” I murmur. I just want to hear Hyo-Rin’s voice. He frowns. “The photographer?” His jaw clenches, and his eyes burn. I blink at him. “I don’t like to share, Miss Y/L/N. Remember that.” His quiet, chilling tone is a warning, and with one long, cold look at me, he heads back to the bedroom. Holy crap. I just wanted to call Rin, I want to call after him, but his sudden aloofness has left me paralyzed. What happened to the generous, relaxed, smiling man who was making love to me not half an hour ago? “Ready?” Jiyong asks as we stand by the double doors to the foyer. I nod uncertainly. He’s resumed his distant, polite, uptight persona, his mask back up and on show. He’s carrying a leather messenger bag. Why does he need that? Perhaps he’s staying in Gangnam, and then I remember graduation. Oh yes… he’ll be there on Thursday. He’s wearing a black leather jacket. He certainly doesn’t look like the multi-multi millionaire, billionaire, what-ever-aire, in these clothes. He looks like a boy from the wrong side of the tracks, maybe a badly behaved rock star or a catwalk model. I sigh inwardly, wishing I had a tenth of his poise. He’s so calm and controlled. I frown, recalling his outburst about Mino… Well, he seems to be. Woo-Bin is hovering in the background. “Tomorrow then,” he says to Woo-Bin who nods. “Yes sir. Which car are you taking, sir?” He looks down at me briefly. “The R8.” “Safe trip, Mr. Kwon. Miss Y/L/N.” Woo-Bin looks kindly at me, though perhaps there’s a hint of pity hidden in the depths of his eyes. No doubt he thinks I’ve succumbed to Mr. Kwon’s dubious sexual habits. Not yet, just his exceptional sexual habits, or perhaps sex is like that for everyone. I frown at the thought. I have no comparison, and I can’t ask Rin. That’s something I am going to have to address with Jiyong. It’s perfectly natural that I should talk to someone – and I can’t talk to him if he is so open one minute and so standoffish the next. Woo-Bin holds the door open for us and ushers us through. Jiyong summons the elevator. “What is it, Y/N?” he asks. How does he know I’m chewing something over in my mind? He reaches up and pulls my chin. “Stop biting your lip, or I will fuck you in the elevator, and I don’t care who gets in with us.” I blush, but there’s a hint of a smile around his lips, finally his mood seems to be shifting. “Jiyong, I have a problem.” “Oh?” I have his full attention. The elevator arrives. We walk in, and Jiyong presses the button marked G. “Well,” I flush. How to say this? “I need to talk to Rin. I’ve so many questions about sex, and you’re too involved. If you want me to do all these things, how do I know–?” I pause, struggling to find the right words. “I just don’t have any terms of reference.” He rolls his eyes at me. “Talk to her if you must.” He sounds exasperated. “Make sure she doesn’t mention anything to Taeyang.” I bristle at his insinuation. Rin isn’t like that. “She wouldn’t do that, and I wouldn’t tell you anything she tells me about Taeyang – if she were to tell me anything,” I add quickly. “Well, the difference is that I don’t want to know about his sex life,” Jiyong murmurs dryly. “Taeyang’s a nosy bastard. But only about what we’ve done so far,” he warns. “She’d probably have my balls if she knew what I wanted to do to you,” he adds so softly I’m not sure I’m supposed to hear it. “Okay,” I agree readily, smiling up at him, relieved. The thought of Rin with Jiyong’s balls is not something I want to dwell on. His lip quirks up at me, and he shakes his head. “The sooner I have your submission the better, and we can stop all this,” he murmurs. “Stop all what?” “You, defying me.” He reaches down and cups my chin and plants a swift, sweet kiss on my lips as the doors to the elevator open. He grabs my hand and leads me into the underground garage. Me, defying him… how? Beside the elevator, I can see the black 4x4 Audi, but it’s the sleek, black sporty number that blips open and lights up when he points the key fob at it. It’s one of those cars that should have a very leggy blonde, wearing nothing but a sash, sprawled across the hood. “Nice car,” I murmur dryly. He glances up and grins. “I know,” he says, and for a split second, sweet, young, carefree Jiyong is back. It warms my heart. He’s so excited. Boys and their toys. I roll my eyes at him but can’t stifle my smile. He opens the door for me and I climb in. Whoa… it’s low. He moves round the car with easy grace and folds his long frame elegantly in beside me. How does he do that? “So what sort of car is this?” “It’s an Audi R8 Spyder. It’s a lovely day, we can take the top down. There’s a baseball cap in there. In fact there should be two.” He points to the glove box. “And sunglasses if you want them.” He starts the ignition, and the engine roars behind us. He places his bag in the space behind our seats, presses a button, and the roof slowly reclines. With the flick of a switch, Bruce Springsteen surrounds us. “Gotta love Bruce,” he grins at me and eases the car out of the parking space, and up the steep ramp where we pause for the barrier. Then we’re out into the bright Seoul May morning. I reach into the glove box and retrieve the baseball caps. The Mariners. He likes baseball? I pass him a cap, and he puts it on. I pass my ponytail through the back of mine and pull the peak down low. People stare at us as we drive through the streets. For a moment, I think it’s at him… and then a very paranoid part thinks everyone is looking at me because they know what I’ve been doing during the last twelve hours, but finally, I realize it’s the car. Jiyong seems oblivious, lost in thought. The traffic is light and we’re soon on the I-5 heading south, the wind sweeping over our heads. Bruce is singing about being on fire and his desire. How apt. I flush as I listen to the words. Jiyong glances at me. He’s got his Ray-Bans on so I can’t see what he’s thinking. His mouth twitches slightly, and he reaches across and places his hand on my knee, squeezing gently. My breath hitches. “Hungry?” he asks. Not for food. “Not particularly.” His mouth tightens into that hard line. “You must eat, Y/N,” he chides. “I know a great place near Olympia. We’ll stop there.” He squeezes my knee again, and then returns his hand to the steering wheel as he puts his foot down on the gas. I’m pressed into the back of my seat. Boy this car can move. The restaurant is small and intimate, a wooden chalet in the middle of a forest. The décor is rustic: random chairs and tables with gingham tablecloths, wild flowers in little vases. Cuisine Sauvage, it boasts above the door. “I’ve not been here for a while. We don’t get a choice – they cook whatever they’ve caught or gathered.” He raises his eyebrows in mock horror, and I have to laugh. The waitress takes our drinks order. She flushes when she sees Jiyong, avoiding eye contact with him, hiding under her long blonde bangs. She likes him! It’s not just me! “Two glasses of the Pinot Grigio,” Jiyong says with a voice of authority. I purse my lips, exasperated. “What?” he snaps. “I wanted a Diet Coke,” I whisper. His brown eyes narrow, and he shakes his head. “The Pinot Grigio here’s a decent wine, it will go well with the meal, whatever we get.” He says patiently. “Whatever we get?” “Yes.” He smiles, his dazzling, head cocked to one side smile, and my stomach pole vaults over my spleen. I can’t help but reflect his glorious smile back at him. “My mother liked you,” he says dryly. “Really?” His words make me flush with pleasure. “Oh yes. She’s always thought I was gay.” My mouth drops open, and I remember that question… from the interview. Oh no. “Why did she think you were gay?” I whisper. “Because she’s never seen me with a girl.” “Oh… not even one of the fifteen?” He smiles. “You remembered. No, none of the fifteen.” “Oh.” “You know, Y/N, it’s been a weekend of firsts for me, too,” he says quietly. “It has?” “I’ve never slept with anyone, never had sex in my bed, never flown a girl in Choi Hae, never introduced a woman to my mother. What are you doing to me?” His eyes burn, their intensity takes my breath away. The waitress arrives with our glasses of wine, and I immediately take a quick sip. Is he opening up or just making a casual observation? “I’ve really enjoyed this weekend,” I murmur. He narrows his eyes at me again. “Stop biting that lip,” he growls. “Me too,” he adds. “What’s vanilla sex?” I ask, if anything to distract myself from the intense, burning, sexy look he’s giving me. He laughs. “Just straightforward sex, Y/N. No toys, no added extras.” He shrugs. “You know… well actually you don’t, but that’s what it means.” “Oh.” I thought it was chocolate fudge brownie sex that we had, with a cherry on the top. But hey, what do I know? The waitress brings us soup. We both stare at it rather dubiously. “Nettle soup,” the waitress informs us before turning and flouncing back into the kitchen. I don’t think she likes to be ignored by Jiyong. I take a tentative taste. It’s delicious. Jiyong and I look up at each other at the same time with relief. I giggle, and he cocks his head to one side. “That’s a lovely sound,” he murmurs. “Why have you never had vanilla sex before? Have you always done… err, what you’ve done?” I ask, intrigued. He nods slowly. “Sort of.” His voice is wary. He frowns for a moment and seems to be engaged in some kind of internal struggle. Then he glances up, a decision made. “One of my mother’s friends seduced me when I was fifteen.”(A/N I FUCKING HATE MRS.ROBINSON!) “Oh.” Holy shit that’s young! “She had very particular tastes. I was her submissive for six years.” He shrugs. “Oh.” My brain has frozen, stunned into inactivity by this admission. “So I do know what it involves, Y/N.” His eyes glow with insight. I stare at him, unable to articulate anything – even my subconscious is silent. “I didn’t really have a run-of-the-mill introduction to sex.” Curiosity kicks in big time. “So you never dated anyone at college?” “No.” He shakes his head to emphasize the point. The waitress takes our plates, interrupting us for a moment. “Why?” I ask when she’s gone. He smiles sardonically. “Do you really want to know?” “Yes.” “I didn’t want to. She was all I wanted, needed. And besides, she’d have beaten the shit out of me.” He smiles fondly at the memory. Oh, this is way too much information – but I want more. “So if she was a friend of your mother’s, how old was she?” He smirks. “Old enough to know better.” “Do you still see her?” “Yes.” “Do you still… err… ?” I flush. “No.” He shakes his head and smiles indulgently at me. “She’s a very good friend.” “Oh. Does your mother know?” He gives me a don’t-be-stupid stare. “Of course not.” The waitress returns with venison, but my appetite has vanished. What a revelation. Jiyong the submissive… Holy shit. I take a large slug of Pinot Grigio – he’s right, of course, it’s delicious. Jeez, all these revelations, it’s so much to think about. I need time to process this, when I’m on my own, not when I’m distracted by his presence. He’s so overwhelming, so Alpha Male, and now he’s thrown this bombshell into the equation. He knows what it’s like. “But it can’t have been full time?” I’m confused. “Well, it was, though I didn’t see her all the time. It was… difficult. After all, I was still at school and then at college. Eat up, y/n.” “I’m really not hungry, Jiyong.” I am reeling from your disclosure. His expression hardens. “Eat,” he says quietly, too quietly. I stare at him. This man – sexually abused as an adolescent – his tone is so threatening. “Give me a moment,” I mutter quietly. He blinks a couple of times. “Okay,” he murmurs, and he continues with his meal. This is what it will be like if I sign, him ordering me around. I frown. Do I want this? Reaching for my knife and fork, I tentatively cut into the venison. It’s very tasty. “Is this what our err… relationship will be like?” I whisper. “You, ordering me around?” I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. “Yes,” he murmurs. “I see.” “And what’s more, you’ll want me to,” he adds, his voice low. I sincerely doubt that. I slice another piece of venison, holding it against my mouth. “It’s a big step,” I murmur and eat. “It is.” He closes his eyes briefly. When he opens them, they are wide and grave. “Y/N, you have to go with your gut. Do the research, read the contract – I’m happy to discuss any aspect. I’ll be in Gangnam until Friday if you want to talk about it before then.” His words are coming at me in a rush. “Call me – maybe we can have dinner – say, Wednesday? I really want to make this work. In fact, I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this to work.” His burning sincerity, his longing, is reflected in his eyes. This is fundamentally what I don’t grasp. Why me? Why not one of the fifteen? Oh no… Will that be me – a number? Sixteen of many? “What happened to the fifteen?” I blurt. He raises his eyebrows in surprise, then looks resigned, shaking his head. “Various things, but it boils down to,” he pauses, struggling to find the words I think. “Incompatibility.” He shrugs. “And you think that I might be compatible with you?” “Yes.” “So you’re not seeing any of them anymore?” “No, Y/N, I’m not. I am monogamous in my relationships.” Oh… this is news. “I see.” “Do the research, Y/N.” I put my knife and fork down. I cannot eat any more. “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to eat?” I nod. He scowls at me but chooses not to say anything. I breathe a small sigh of relief. My stomach is churning with all this new information, and I’m feeling a little lightheaded from the wine. I watch as he devours everything on his plate. He eats like a horse. He must work out to stay in such great shape. The memory of the way his PJ’s hung from his hips comes unbidden to my mind. The image is totally distracting. I squirm uncomfortably. He glances up at me, and I blush. “I’d give anything to know what you’re thinking right at this moment,” he murmurs. I blush further. He smiles a wicked smile at me. “I can guess,” he teases softly. “I’m glad you can’t read my mind.” “Your mind, no, Y/N, but your body – that I’ve got to know quite well since yesterday.” His voice is suggestive. How does he switch so quickly from one mood to the next? He’s so mercurial… It’s hard to keep up. He motions for the waitress and asks for the check. Once he’s paid, he stands and holds out his hand. “Come.” Taking my hand in his, he leads me back to the car. This contact, flesh to flesh, it’s what is so unexpected from him, normal, intimate. I can’t reconcile this ordinary, tender gesture with what he wants to do in that room… The Red Room of Pain. We are quiet on the drive , both lost in our own thoughts. When he parks outside my apartment, it’s five in the evening. The lights are on – Rin is at home. Packing, no doubt, unless Taeyang is still there. He switches off the engine, and I realize I’m going to have to leave him. “Do you want to come in?” I ask. I don’t want him to go. I want to prolong our time together. “No. I have work to do,” he says simply, gazing at me, his expression unfathomable. I stare down at my hands, as I knot my fingers together. Suddenly I feel emotional. He’s leaving. Reaching over, he takes one of my hands and slowly pulls it to his mouth, tenderly kissing the back of my hand, such an old fashioned, sweet gesture. My heart leaps into my mouth. “Thank you for this weekend, y/n. It’s been… the best. Wednesday? I’ll pick you up from work, from wherever?” he says softly. “Wednesday,” I whisper. He kisses my hand again and places it back in my lap. He climbs out, comes round to my side, and opens the passenger door. Why do I feel suddenly bereft? A lump forms in my throat. I must not let him see me like this. Fixing a smile on my face, I clamber out of the car and head up the path, knowing I have to face Rin, dreading facing Rin. I turn and gaze at him midway. Chin up Y/L/N, I chide myself. “Oh… by the way, I’m wearing your underwear.” I give him a small smile and pull up the waistband of the boxer briefs I’m wearing so he can see. Jiyong’s mouth drops open, shocked. What a great reaction. My mood shifts immediately, and I sashay into the house, part of me wanting to jump and punch the air. YES! My inner goddess is thrilled. Rin is in the living area packing up her books into crates. “You’re back. Where’s Jiyong? How are you?” Her voice is fevered, anxious, and she bounds up to me, grabbing my shoulders, minutely analyzing my face before I’ve even said hello. Crap… I have to deal with Rin’s persistence and tenacity, and I’m in possession of a legal signed document saying I can’t talk. It’s not a healthy mix. “Well how was it? I couldn’t stop thinking about you, after Taeyang left, that is.” She grins mischievously. I can’t help but smile at her concern and her burning curiosity, but suddenly I feel shy. I blush. It was very private. All of it. Seeing and knowing what Jiyong has to hide. But I have to give her some details, because she won’t leave me alone until I do. “It was good, Rin. Very good, I think,” I say quietly, trying to hide my embarrassed tell-all smile. “You think?” “I’ve got nothing to compare it to, do I?” I shrug apologetically. “Did he make you come?” Holy crap. She’s so blunt. I go scarlet. “Yes,” I mumble, exasperated. Rin pulls me to the couch and we sit. She clasps my hands. “That is good.” Rin looks at me in disbelief. “It was your first time. Wow, Jiyong must really know what he’s doing.” Oh Rin, if only you knew. “My first time was horrid,” she continues, making a sad comedy face. “Oh?” This has me interested, something she’s never divulged before. “Yes, Jung Youngjae. High school, dickless jock.” She shudders. “He was rough. I wasn’t ready. We were both drunk. You know – typical teenage post-prom disaster. Ugh – it took me months before I decided to have another go. And not with him, the gutless wonder. I was too young. You were right to wait.” “Rin, that sounds awful.” Rin looks wistful. “Yeah, took almost a year to have my first orgasm through penetrative sex and here you are… first time?” I nod shyly. My inner goddess sits in the lotus position looking serene except for the sly, self-congratulatory smile on her face. “I’m glad you lost it to someone who knows their ass from their elbow.” She winks at me. “So when are you seeing him again?” “Wednesday. We’re having dinner.” “So you still like him?” “Yes. But I don’t know about… the future.” “Why?” “He’s complicated, Kate. You know – he inhabits a very different world to mine.” Great excuse. Believable too. Much better than – he’s got a Red Room of Pain, and he wants to make me his sex slave. “Oh please, don’t let this be about money, Y/N. Taeyang said it’s very unusual for Jiyong to date anyone.” “Did he?” My voice hitches up several octaves. Too obvious, Y/L/N! My subconscious glares at me, wagging her long skinny finger, then morphs into the scales of justice to remind me he could sue if I disclose too much. Ha… what’s he going to do – take all my money? I must remember to Google ‘penalties for breaching a non-disclosure agreement’ while I’m doing the rest of my ‘research’. It’s like I’ve been given a school assignment. Maybe I’ll be graded. I flush, remembering my A for this morning’s bath experiment. “Y/N, what is it?” “I’m just remembering something Jiyong said.” “You look different,” Rin says fondly. “I feel different. Sore,” I confess. “Sore?” “A little.” I flush. “Me too. Men,” she says in mock disgust. “They’re animals.” We both laugh. “You’re sore?” I exclaim. “Yes… overuse.” I giggle. “Tell me about Taeyang the over-user,” I ask when I’ve stopped giggling. Oh, I can feel myself relaxing for the first time since I was in line at the bar… before the phone call that started all this – when I was admiring Mr. Kwon from afar. Happy uncomplicated days. Rin blushes. Oh my… Min Hyo-Rin goes all Y/N Y/L/N on me. She gives me a dewy-eyed look. I’ve never seen her react this way to a man before. My jaw drops to the floor. Where’s Rin, what have you done with her? “Oh, Y/N,” she gushes. “He’s just so… Everything. And when we… oh… really good.” She can hardly string a sentence together she’s got it so bad. “I think you’re trying to tell me that you like him.” She nods, grinning like a lunatic. “And I’m seeing him on Saturday. He’s going to help us move.” She clasps her hands together, leaps up off the couch, and pirouettes to the window. Moving. Crap – I’d forgotten all about that, even with the packing cases surrounding us. “That’s helpful of him,” I say appreciatively. I can get to know him too. Perhaps he can give me more insight into his strange, disturbing brother. “So what did you do last night?” I ask. She cocks her head at me and raises her eyebrows in a what-do-think-stupid-look. “Pretty much what you did, though we had dinner first.” She grins at me. “Are you okay really? You look kind of overwhelmed.” “I feel overwhelmed. Jiyong is very intense.” “Yeah, I could see how he could be. But he was good to you?” “Yes,” I reassure her. “I’m really hungry, shall I cook?” She nods and picks up two more books to pack. “What do you want to do with the fourteen thousand dollar books?” she asks. “I’m going to return them to him.” “Really?” “It’s a completely over-the-top gift. I can’t accept it, especially now.” I grin at Rin, and she nods. “I understand. A couple of letters came for you, and Mino has been calling every hour on the hour. He sounded desperate.” “I’ll call him,” I mutter evasively. If I tell Rin about Mino, she’ll have him for breakfast. I collect the letters from the dining table and open them. “Hey, I have interviews! The week after next, in Seoul, for intern placements!” “For which publishing house?” “For both of them!” “I told you your GPA would open doors, Y/N.” Rin, of course, already has an internship set up at the Seattle Times. Her father knows someone, who knows someone. “How does Taeyang feel about you going away?” I ask. Rin wanders into the kitchen, and for the first time this evening, she’s disconsolate. “He’s understanding. Part of me doesn’t want to go, but it’s tempting to lie in the sun for a couple of weeks. Besides, Mom is hanging in there, thinking this will be our last real family holiday before Jae and I head off into the world of paid employment.”  Kate is off to Barbados with her parents and her brother Jae for two whole weeks. I’ll be Hyo-Rin-LESS in our new apartment. That will be weird. Jae has been traveling the world since he graduated last year. I wonder briefly if I’ll see him before they go on vacation. He’s such a lovely guy. The phone rings, jolting me from my reverie. “That’ll be Mino.” I sigh. I know I have to talk to him. I grab the phone. “Hi.” “Y/N, you’re back!” Minoé shouts his relief at me. “Obviously.” Sarcasm drips from my voice, and I roll my eyes at the phone. He’s silent for a moment. “Can I see you? I’m sorry about Friday night. I was drunk… and you… well. Y/N– please forgive me.” “Of course, I forgive you Mino. Just don’t do it again. You know I don’t feel like that about you.” He sighs heavily, sadly. “I know, Y/N. I just thought, if I kissed you, it might change how you feel.” “Mino, I love you dearly, you mean so much to me. You’re like the brother I never had. That’s not going to change. You know that.” I hate to let him down, but it’s the truth. “So you’re with him now?” His tone is full of disdain. “Mino, I’m not with anybody.” “But you spent the night with him.” “That’s none of your business!” “Is it the money?” “Mino! How dare you!” I shout, staggered by his audacity. “Y/N,” he whines and apologizes simultaneously. I cannot deal with his petty jealousy now. I know he’s hurt, but my plate is overflowing dealing with Kwon Ji Yong. “Maybe we can have a coffee or something tomorrow. I’ll call you.” I am conciliatory. He is my friend, and I’m very fond of him. But right now, I don’t need this. “Tomorrow then. You’ll call?” The hope in his voice twists my heart. “Yes… goodnight, Mino.” I hang up, not waiting for his response. “What was that all about?” Rin demands, her hands on her hips. I decide honesty is the policy. She’s looking more intractable than ever. “He made a pass at me on Friday.” “Mino? And Kwon Ji Yong? Y/N, your pheromones must be working overtime. What was the stupid fool thinking?” She shakes her head in disgust and returns to packing crates. Forty-five minutes later, we pause our packing for the house specialty, my lasagna. Rin opens a bottle of wine, and we sit amongst the boxes eating, quaffing cheap red wine, and watching crap TV. This is normality. It’s so grounding and welcome after the last forty-eight hours of… madness. I eat my first unhurried, no nagging, peaceful meal in that time. What is it about him and food?Rin clears the dishes, and I finish packing up the living room. We are left with the couch, the TV, and the dining table. What more could we need? Just the kitchen and our bedrooms left to pack up, and we have the rest of the week. Result! The phone rings again. It’s Taeyang. Rin winks at me and skips off to her bedroom like she’s fourteen. I know that she should be writing her Valedictorian speech, but it seems Taeyang is more important. What is it about the Kwon men? What is it that makes them totally distracting, all-consuming, and irresistible? I take another slug of wine. I flick through the TV channels, but deep down I know I’m procrastinating. Burning a bright red hole in the side of my purse is that contract. Do I have the strength and the wherewithal to read it tonight? I put my head in my hands. Mino and Jiyong, they both want something from me. Mino is easy to deal with. But Jiyongn… Jiyong takes a whole different league of handling, of understanding. Part of me wants to run and hide. What am I going to do? His burning brown eyes and that intense smoldering stare come into my mind’s eye, and my body tightens at the thought. I gasp. He’s not even here, and I’m turned on. It just can’t be about sex, can it? I recall his gentle banter this morning at breakfast, his joy at my delight with the helicopter ride, him playing the piano – the sweet soulful oh-so-sad music. He’s such a complicated person. And now I have an insight as to why. A young man deprived of his adolescence, sexually abused by some evil Mrs. Robinson figure… no wonder he’s old before his time. My heart fills with sadness at the thought of what he must have been through. I’m too naïve to know exactly what, but the research should shed some light. But do I really want to know? Do I want to explore this world I know nothing about? It’s such a big step. If I’d not met him, I’d still be sweetly and blissfully oblivious. My mind drifts to last night, and this morning… and the incredible, sensual sexuality I’ve experienced. Do I want to say goodbye to that? No! Screams my subconscious… my inner goddess nods in silent zen-like agreement with her. Rin wanders back into the living room, grinning from ear to ear. Perhaps she’s in love – I gape at her. She’s never behaved like this. “Y/N, I’m off to bed. I’m pretty tired.” “Me too, Rin.” She hugs me. “I’m glad you’re back in one piece. There’s something about Jiyong,” she adds quietly, apologetically. I give her a small, reassuring smile – all the while thinking… How the hell does she know? This is what will make her a great journalist, her unfaltering intuition. Collecting my purse, I wander listlessly into my bedroom. I am weary from all our carnal exertions of the last day and from the complete and utter dilemma that I’m faced with. I sit on my bed and gingerly extract the manila envelope from the bag, turning it over and over in my hands. Do I really want to know the extent of Jiyong’s depravity? It’s so daunting. I take a deep breath, and with my heart in my throat, I rip open the envelope.

[rapzips]

RHEK.18.04

Trying to maybe get these popping again so here’s a lowkey random zip of way too many songs.

01. Rich The Kid - World Is Yours 02. E-40 & B-Legit - So High (feat. Prohoezak) 03. SOB x RBE - Paramedic (DSTRUKT Intro_Outro) 04. SOB X RBE - Lane Changing 05. SOB x RBE - Anti Social 06. Daz Dillinger - Niggaz Know (feat. G Perico) 07. G Perico - Affiliated 08. Jay Worthy & King Most - Westside Party 09. Polyester the Saint - Wazzup feat. Jay Worthy 10. Nipsey Hussle - Grinding All My Life 11. Nipsey Hussle - Rap Niggas 12. Mozzy feat. DCMBR - Afraid 13. 03 Greedo - Never Bend 14. 03 Greedo - Run For Yo Life 15. OMB Peezy - Doin Bad (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) 16. Youngboy Never Broke Again - Untouchable 17. YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Outside Today 18. Youngboy Never Broke Again - No Smoke 19. Young Thug - Do U Love Me 20. Young Thug - Family Don't Matter (feat. Millie Go Lightly) 21. Young Thug - Tomorrow Til Infinity (feat. Gunna) 22. Gunna - Car Sick (feat. NAV & Metro Boomin) 23. Gunna - King Kong (feat. Young Thug) 24. Gunna - Helluva Price 25. Lil Durk - How I Know (feat. Lil Baby) 26. Lil Baby - My Dawg 27. Lil Baby - Freestyle 28. Kodak Black - Helluva Love 29. Kodak Black - Transportin' 30. Kamaiyah - Successful 31. OMB Peezy - Lay Down 32. Clyde Carson - Bring All Your Friends feat. Mozzy [www.respecta.is] 33. Tay-K - The Race 34. YBN Nahmir - Rubbin Off The Paint 35. Valee feat. Pusha T - Miami 36. Baka Not Nice - Money in the Bank 37. Gunna - Oh Okay (feat. Young Thug & Lil Baby) 38. BlocBoy JB - Produced by Blocboy 39. Drake - Nice For What (Mike 2600's Drake-free party version) 40. Dorrough - Ride Wit Me 41. Rae Sremmurd & Juicy J - Powerglide (Intro Edit) 42. Rich The Kid - Plug Walk 43. Famous Dex - JAPAN 44. Future - Sorry 45. Khalid - OTW (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & 6LACK) 46. Pressa - Canadian Goose (feat. Tory Lanez) 47. Mitch - Ima Dog (feat. YG) 48. Kur - Come Back 49. Mozzy - Sleep Walkin 50. RJmrLA - Left and Right Side 51. Shy Glizzy - Get Away 52. Starlito - Shake Back 53. Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk - 3rd Person 54. Ski Mask the Slump God - Catch Me Outside 55. Tee Grizzley - Win 56. Vince Staples - Big Fish 57. RonnieGlocks™ - Kooda B - Walking Through The Ville (LEAKED) 58. Jay-Z - Marcy Me 59. Maxo Kream - Roaches 60. Mozzy - Seasons 61. P On The Drgs - Berius (feat. $ha Hef) 62. Z-Ro - Never Been a Ho 63. GoldLink - Crew feat. Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy 64. G-Herbo - Mirror (feat. Lil Bibby) 65. Sheck Wes - Mo Bamba 66. A$AP Mob - Frat Rules (feat. A$AP Rocky, Playboi Carti & Big Sean) 67. Meyhem Lauren & DJ Muggs - Street Religion (feat. Roc Marciano) 68. The Diplomats - Once Upon a Time 69. Statik Selektah - Disrespekt (feat. Prodigy) 70. Statik Selektah - Pull the Curtain Back (feat. No Malice of The Clipse) 71. Roc Marciano - Corniche (feat. Action Bronson) 72. Westside Gunn - Stash House 73. Wiki - Mayor 74. DJ Premier & ASAP Ferg - Our Streets 75. Sosamann - Good Day 76. UnoTheActivist - No Flaggin feat. Kodi Shane 77. SAINt JHN - I Heard You Got Too Litt Last Night 78. Dougie F - Up Dwn 79. XXXTENTACION - Moonlight 80. XXXTENTACION - SAD! 81. Kendrick Lamar - Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe (Sly5thAve Horn Intro X Dstrukt Quick Outro Edit) 82. Oddisee - Ain't That Peculiar 83. Calvin Harris, Frank Ocean, Migos, The Game - Slide (Kutcorners Hate it or love it remix) 84. Popcaan - Weed Settingz (Dirty) 85. Konshens - Bruk Off Yuh Back (feat. Chris Brown) 86. Vybz Kartel - Real Bad Gal 87. Vybz Kartel - UNDER WATER 88. The Internet - Roll (Burbank Funk) 89. Pastor T.l. Barrett & The Youth For Christ Choir - Nobody Knows 90. Little Ann - Deep Shadows 91. The Supreme Jubilees - It’ll All Be Over

SONGS 01 - 45 HERE

SONGS 46 - 91 HERE

[luvneedsnosyt]

My Favorite Albums of June 2017

My monthly lists of new albums I was feeling, and some other discoveries made during June.

My Previous monthly lists: January, February, March, April, May

You can find my favorite albums list midway through 2017 here

Best:

Allie X - CollXtion II Genre: Synth-Pop

Proof: Vintage, Casanova

Amber Coffman - City of No Reply Genre: Pop

Proof: No Coffee, Nobody Knows

Autumn In June - Magenta Genre: Electronica / Synth-Pop

Proof: I Guess It’s Cool To Be Lonely, No Better

Big Boi - BOOMIVERSE Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Kill Jill (Feat. Killer Mike & Jeezy), Chocolate (Feat. Trozé)

Bleachers - Gone Now Genre: Pop

Proof: Hate That You Know Me, Don’t Take The Money

Calvin Harris - Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Genre: Dance / Pop

Proof: Slide (Feat. Frank Ocean & Migos), Prayers Up (Feat. Travis Scott & A-Trak)

Cigarettes After Sex - Cigarettes After Sex Genre: Indie Pop

Proof: K, Apocalypse

Jay Prince - Late Summers Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Vice (Feat. Aminé), Peace Of Mind (Feat. Avelino)

JAY-Z - 4:44 Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Caught Their Eyes (Feat. Frank Ocean), Bam (Feat. Damian “Jr. Gong” Marley)

Klyne - Klyne Genre: alt-R&B / Electronic

Proof: Paralyzed, Sure Thing

Lorde - Melodrama Proof: Synth-Pop

Proof: Sober, Perfect Places

Major Lazer - Know No Better EP Genre: Dance / Electronic

Proof: Know No Better (Feat. Travis Scott, Camila Cabello & Quavo), Particula (Feat. DJ Maphorisa, Nasty C, Ice Prince Patoranking & Jidenna)

Phoenix - Ti Amo shouts: Synth-Pop

Proof: J-Boy, Fior di Latte

Sufjan Stevens, Nico Muhly, Bryce Dessner & James McAlister - Planetarium Genre: Indie Pop / Electronica

Proof: Jupiter, Saturn

Portugal. The Man - Woodstock Genre: Indie Rock

Proof: Easy Tiger, Feel It Still

Seven Lions - Where I Won’t Be Found EP Genre: Electronic / Trance

Proof: Freesol (Feat. Skyler Stonestreet), Silent Skies (Feat. KARRA)

SZA - Ctrl Genre: alt-R&B

Proof: Drew Berrymore, Broken Clocks

Transviolet - Kaleidoscopes EP Genre: Synth-Pop

Proof: Kaleidoscopes (Feat. Reo Cragun), Pretty Head

VÉRITÉ - Somewhere In Between Genre: Synth-Pop

Proof: When You’re Gone, Nothing

Vince Staples - Big Fish Theory Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Big Fish (Feat. Juicy J), Yeah Right (Feat. Kučka , Kendrick Lamar & Flume)

Bonus:

Previous albums I discovered (or just finally got around to listening to) this month as well as a couple of stellar reissues.

Jacob Latimore - Connection Genre: R&B Released December 2016

Proof: The Real (Feat. IshDARR), Remember Me

KLP - Embers EP Genre: Synth-Pop Released October 2016

Proof: Ember, Recover (Feat. Remi)

Prince - Purple Rain Deluxe [Expanded Edition] Genre: Classic Rock / Soul 2017 Reissue

Proof: Electric Intercourse, Our Destiny / Roadhouse Garden

Radiohead - OK Computer OKNOTOK 1997-2017 Genre: Indie Pop 2017 20th Anniversary Reissue 

Proof: I Promise, Man of War

Tom Adams - Silence Genre: Pop / Acoustic Released May 2016

Proof: Come On, Dreamer, Sparks

Others:

A.CHAL - ON GAZ, alt-J - Relaxer, Bassnectar - Reflective, Pt. 1 EP, Berner & Styles P - Vibes, Big Thief - Capacity, Bone Thugs-n-Harmoney - New Waves, Brockhampton - Saturation, Dan Auerbach - Waiting on a Song, DJ Khaled - Grateful, The Drums - Abysmal Thought, Dua Lipa - Dua Lipa, Fleet Foxes - Crack-Up, Halsey - hopeless fountain kingdom, H.E.R. - Vol. 2 EP, Imagine Dragons - Evolve, India.Arie - SongVersation: Medicine, Jack & Jack - Gone EP, Jaymes Young - Feel Something, Kacy Hill - Like A Woman, Kool G Rap - Return of the Don, Krewella - New World Pt. 1 EP, LANY - LANY, London Grammar - Truth Is A Beautiful Thing, Mali Music - The Transition of Mali, MC Eiht - Which Way Iz West, MIKExANGEL - NOTHiN 2 SOMETHiN, Palm - Shadow Expert EP, Panama - Hope For Something EP, PARTYNEXTDOOR - COLOURS 2 EP, Qveen Herby - EP 1, Ride - Weather Diaries, Roger Waters - Is This the Life We Really Want?, Sadat X - The Sum Of A Man, Sinead Harnett - Chapter One EP, Slow Dancer - In A Mood, TOPS - Sugar at the Gate, Two Another - EP Two, Vic Mensa - The Manuscript EP, Washed Out - Mister Mellow, Z-Ro - No Love Boulevard, ZZ Ward - The Storm

[lextapes]

(01) 2017 More Music

Download Link

01 Drugs - Charlie XCX ft. Abra

02 Cocaine Fantasy - Rajan

03 Doppelgänger - Ro Ransom

04 Get It Together - Drake ft. Black Coffee & Jorja Smith)

05 Just Say - KDA ft. Tinashe

06 By Design - Kid Cudi ft. Andre Benjamin

07 Slide - Calvin Harris ft. Frank Ocean & Migos

08 Love$ick - Mura Masa ft. A$AP Rocky

09 Raceway - Allday

10 Thing For Me - Meraki ft. YungBabyTate

11 Timmy Turner - Desiigner (Raye x Stefflon Don Remix)

12 Down - Mila J

13 One Key - s4u

14 Trust Nobody - Cashmere Cat ft. Selena Gomez & Tory Lanez

15 Voyeur Gaze - Shy Girls

16 Touch - The Code ft. Kaleem Taylor Talk

17 Azure - JamesxScott

18 Regret In Your Tears - Nicki Minaj

19 La Cama - Talisto x Dolce

20 Melt - Jones (Embody Remix)

[fashiontrendin-blog]

FYI, You Can Now Buy J.Crew On Amazon

http://fashion-trendin.com/fyi-you-can-now-buy-j-crew-on-amazon/

FYI, You Can Now Buy J.Crew On Amazon

In another move to bring Amazon to the forefront of fashion, the e-commerce giant announced the arrival of select J.Crew men’s and women’s clothes on its site, just in time for fall. 

The curated fall 2018 styles from J.Crew Mercantile are the brand’s answer to quality styles at lower price points. The dedicated storefront on Amazon is now available for U.S. shoppers, and it features reimagined classics like everyday denim, outerwear and tees, as well as customer favorites from J.Crew like knit dresses, blazers and sweaters all under $300 and in women’s sizes XXS to XXL. 

“We are thrilled to partner with J.Crew, an iconic brand our customers love, to offer Mercantile and thereby make it even easier to access great styles and premium selection,” said Michelle Rothman, vice president of Amazon Fashion, in a press release. “We are excited about the opportunities we see ahead for customers and brands alike.”

JCrew x Amazon

The announcement comes on the heels of what’s been a tumultuous time for the struggling clothing brand. Though J.Crew’s sister company Madewell has been fast growing, the company’s namesake brand only recently reported comparable sales growth — the first in four years, according to J.Crew CEO Jim Brett.

Though J.Crew Merchantile only accounts for a small percentage of the company’s total product offerings, the expansion to Amazon is seen as a way to boost sales and increase brand exposure.

“J.Crew’s mission to engage our customers wherever they want to shop makes Amazon the right partner for J.Crew Mercantile,” said Aaron Rose, J.Crew’s chief of emerging business. “Their broad-reaching shopping destination supported by our shared interest in service and convenience will introduce the initial collection of colorful everyday basics and fashion to a new audience.”

This means that J.Crew Mercantile will join the ranks of brands like Nike and Calvin Klein in the Amazon Fashion marketplace, alongside Amazon-owned fashion brands like Lark & Ro and Daily Ritual. 

Below, check out some of our favorite J.Crew Mercantile finds on Amazon: 

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[latestnews2018-blog]

Amazon Prime Wardrobe officially launches to all U.S. Prime members

New Post has been published on https://latestnews2018.com/amazon-prime-wardrobe-officially-launches-to-all-u-s-prime-members/

Amazon Prime Wardrobe officially launches to all U.S. Prime members

Prime Wardrobe, Amazon’s “try before you buy” shopping service first announced last summer, is officially out of beta and open to all Prime members in the U.S. as of today. The service has been gradually opening up to more customers over the course of the year, so many Prime members may have already had access before today’s official unveiling.

Prime Wardrobe is Amazon’s answer to the increasingly popular personalized shopping services like Stitch Fix and Trunk, which send a curated box of clothing to customers on a regular basis. These services allow consumers to try on clothing and other items in the home, then keep what they like and send back the rest.

However, Amazon’s service is more of a DIY version – instead of using stylists, you fill your own box with at least three and as many as eight items at a time. You then have a week to try on the items and return those you don’t want before being charged.

Like many of its rivals, Prime Wardrobe isn’t just aimed at women – it features collections for men, children, and baby, too.

The service is largely meant to help address one of the biggest problems with shopping for clothes online: fit.

Clothing designers have their own interpretation of sizing, and it’s often difficult for shoppers to get a sense of how something will really look without trying it on. Items may be too short or long, too long or tight in some spots, or shoppers might have an issue with how the fabric feels, the draping, the hemline, the quality of the workmanship, and other concerns.

Home try-on eliminates this obstacle to online clothing shopping, because it makes it easy to send items back when they don’t work.

Not all of Amazon’s online inventory is included in Prime Wardrobe, which means you can’t just browse the site and pick anything you want for home try-on.

Instead, you have to visit the Prime Wardrobe section to fill your box.

The site favors Amazon’s in-house clothing brands, but also features a good handful of bigger names, like Lilly Pulitzer, Tommy Hilfiger, Adidas, Guess, Levi’s, Calvin Klein, Nine West, Fossil, Lacoste, Hugo Boss, Stride Rite, Disney, Puma, Crazy 8, Gymborree, New Balance, Stuart Weitzman, Rebecca Taylor, J Brand, A|X Armani Exchange, and many more.

The retailer says that during its beta period Prime members have ordered “thousands of styles.” Women have bought denim and dresses; men bought tops, jeans and casual pants; for kids, shoes have been most popular.

Also of note, Amazon says its private label brands Lark & Ro, Daily Ritual, Amazon Essentials, and Goodthreads are the top-ordered items. That means Prime Wardrobe is doing well for Amazon, at least, even if it’s a more limited selection of clothing than online shoppers may have wanted.

[ginanddonuts]

2017 had some songs. Here’s 50 of them I thought were better then the rest. Thought it was gonna be hard to pull 50, but I ended up having to cut a bunch of tracks out. No order except for the first (top) five. As usual there’s a spotify playlist  and a youtube one - youtube is better because it has all 50 songs and spotify has zero Crew remix dance videos

Goldlink ft Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy - Crew (Prod Teddy Walton)

Creek Boyz - With My Team (Prod A2rBeatz) 

Cardi B - Bodack Yellow (Prod. J. White)

Rich Homie Quan - Heart Cold (Prod. Izze the Producer)

SOB x RBE (DaBoii) - Calvin Cambridge (Prod. Parts Unknown)

Prezi - Do Better (Prod. 1smackz) 

Kash Doll- For Everybody (Prod. Blasian Beats) 

Kendrick Lamar - Loyalty (Prod by Terrace Martin, DJ Dahi & Sounwave) 

Neff the Pharaoh - Bling Blaow ft Slimmy B (Prod. Two.Fifteens)

Husalah - M.O.B. (Prod. Young L)

Lil Durk & Lil Reese - Distance (Prod Young Chop) 

Tay K. - The Race (Prod. S.Diesel)

G. Herbo - Red Snow (Prod. C-Sick)

ZumBee - Banana Peels (Prod CashMoneyAP) 

Lor Choc - Fast Life (Prod ?)

Mozzy -  Like You Say You Do (Prod June) 

YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Left Hand Right Hand (Prod ?)

Migos - T-Shirt (Prod Nard & B)

CupcakKe - Cartoons (Prod ?)

Baby Soulja ft Boosie Badazz - Dirty (Prod  P-Dox aka Zay) 

G Perico - All Blue (Prod Kacey Khaliel) 

Young MA - Walk (Prod 1Mind, DJ Burn One + The Five Points Bakery.) 

Chynna - Bet (Prod Tālā)

Starlito & Don Trip - What I Gotta Do (Prod Chefry Kitchen)

Valee - Shell (DJ Bandz)

Lil B - Free Life (Prod Lil B)

Chris $penser - Shark Wrestling (Prod Chris Crack) 

CyHi the Prynce - Murda ft Estelle  (Prod Anthony Kilhoffer, Brandon Black, Shawty Redd & Mark Byrd) 

Future - Fresh Air (Prod Major Seven Detail Mantra[a] King BNJMN) 

Playboi Carti - Magnolia (Prod Pi'erre Bourne) 

Z-Ro - Owe You Niggaz Shit (Prod ?)

Z-Money ft Valee - Two 16’s (Prod ChaseTheMoney) 

Chelly the MC - Northeast Baby  

Blac Youngsta ft LIl Yachty - Hip Hoppers (Prod Mike WiLL Made It.) 

70th St Carlos - Bag it Up (Prod Trel itz a Hit) 

Tec & Maine Musik ft BTY Young'N (Prod ?) - Came wit the Game

Quelle Chris ft House Shoes - BS Vibes (Prod Chris Keys) 

Payroll Giovanni feat. HBK, Roc, B Ryan - How We Move It (Prod Helluva)

03 Greedo - Never Bend (Prod ? )

 Moneybagg Yo & Youngboy Never Broke Again - Aquittal (Prod June James)

1247 Swift - Money Machine ( Prod Lyfe) 

Scarface - Same ol Same (Prod Scarface)Asian Doll - Gucci (Prod Bankroll Got It) 

Asian Doll - GUCCI (Prod Bankroll Got It)

Open Mike Eagle- Brick Body Complex (Prod Caleb Stone)

Young Thug ft Millie Go Lightly- She Just Wanna Party (Prod. Charlie Handsome & Rex Kudo)

Rico Nasty - Key Lime OG (Prod WhoisMike)

Gunplay & Mozzy - That Easy (Prod ?)OMB Peezy - Lay Down (Prod Drum Dummie) 

OMB Peezy - Lay Down (Prod Drum Dummie)

LIl Uzi Vert- 444+222 (Prod Ike Beats & Maaly Raw) 

21 Savage & Offset - Still Serving (Prod Metro Boomin) 

[ryanhillsssss]

15.

NOTABLE ARTICLES FROM THE PAST COUPLE WEEKS:

R.I.P RO X ADIDAS: https://www.grailed.com/drycleanonly/history-of-rick-owens-adidas-collaboration

HOW RAF SIMONS CAPTURED THE CALVIN KLEIN EMPIRE:https://www.vanityfair.com/style/2017/07/raf-simons-calvin-klein

THE SELLING POWER OF GUCCI'S RELENTLESS GUCCINESS:https://fashionista.com/2017/08/gucci-selling-power-alessandro-michele

PUNK’S NEW PRODIGY: MIDNIGHT STUDIOS’ SHANE GONZALES OFFERS UP DECADES’ WORTH OF INSPIRATION: https://www.grailed.com/drycleanonly/shane-gonzales-interview-sale

WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE STARTING YOUR OWN FASHION LABEL: http://i-d.vice.com/en_gb/article/what-you-need-to-know-before-starting-your-own-fashion-label

MENSWHERE?: http://www.10magazine.com/menswear/from-the-issue-menswhere-by-alexander-fury