#sangdo's rows

[guksauce]

~TickledPink!~

Part Four

Pairing: Jjk x Reader Pregnant AU

Word Count: 3,028K

Rated: M

Book Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Assault, Mild Smut, Adult Language, Fluff City.

Author: @guksauce

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Sweaters, t-shirts, rain jackets, coats. Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci, Giorgio Armani. You could have climbed the mountain of expensive clothes on Jimin’s bed to the God’s right now. “Let’s raid my closet!” He said. “It’ll be so fun!” He promised. And it was. Of course, it was! How could it not be when you were practically swimming in a sea of brands you’d never even seen with your own eyes before? As a single adult living in a run-down apartment in Sangdo-dong and making low wages at a crappy diner, just LOOKING at the clothes strung around Jimin’s bedroom was a dream.

“Here try this one. It’s too short for me now.” Honestly, you’re afraid you’ll ruin the high dollar fabric if you even so much as breath on it as he hands it to you. For a moment you just let it rest in your hands and stare at it, imagining it melting between your fingers before he notices you thinking too hard about trying it on. “Y/n. Its just a shirt.” He says, giggles accenting every syllable.

“This is NOT just a shirt Jimin. It’s a Gucci shirt. It probably costs more than my rent. I-I’m not even sure how to hold on to this, let alone wear it.” It’s so pretty, you try to persuade yourself, and you can imagine how the cotton would feel as it caresses your skin, but it’s entirely too much.

“Well I could help you if you want me to.” Winking, Jimin struts over to you, the jokingly seductive tone under his words making you both erupt into a fit of laughter before he even makes it all the way to you. Taking the shirt away, he replaces the home it claimed in your hands with his own and squeezes. “Forgive me if I’m overwhelming you. I just thought you would like some of the things I had.”

“No way! Don’t be sorry. I’m the one that should apologize, I’m being a brat. I do love these things. I’ve just never had anything so nice so I’m just wrapping my head around how…well…blessed I am.” You start, rolling the fabric between your thumb and forefinger. “It isn’t like I’ve never had anything nice but you’re just throwing nice things at me without asking for anything in return after I’ve made a rift in your family home. I’m beyond grateful to you and the others. But I’m also feeling wildly…undeserving.” Really you should probably stop while your head. You want to stop, not wanting to fill up Jimin’s time with your fears, but you can’t stop yourself. The glitter dancing in his eyes certainly doesn’t help how already approachable he is. “I know I probably sound like a broken record talking about how much trouble I’ve caused already and how guilty I feel but it truly makes me feel terrible for you and the others.” It doesn’t come as a surprise to Jimin that this is how you’re feeling. From the moment you stepped foot into the living room last night, he could see the guilt oozing out of you. He’s struck with a sharp desire to squeeze it out of you before it swallows you whole.

“I admire how honest you are.” He says, rubbing the backs of your hands with his thumbs. The action paired with his words finds you falling into his chest by how comforting he’s being. Chuckling, he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his cheek into the top of your head. “Namjoon brought you to us because he thought you deserved to be taken care of. I don’t know why you’re here or how long you will be but I just…we just want to take care of you. That’s just who we are. You may not think you belong here, that you don’t have a place here, that you’ve ruined things but, none of that matters because…how would Joonie put it? You-You’ve planted a seed in all of us. Even Yoongi who may look like he doesn’t care but I can promise you he does.” He pauses as if trying to convince himself with his own statement. “There. Was that poetic enough?” He asks, making you huff out a soft laugh and nuzzle your face into his chest a little further.

“It was perfect.” You say, pulling back to look at him and he’s just as you imagined he would be, smiling like the angel he is, sparkling eyes and all.

“Wait until I show you my jewelry collection.” The atmosphere changes in an instant for the better and all over again you’re reminded of just how rich these boys are when Jimin, without skipping a beat, gallops over to a small wardrobe and swings the doors open. “And you thought the CLOTHES were expensive.”

Inside hangs rows and rows of silver, gold, and gem encrusted necklaces. Some are obviously Gucci and Chanel, their emblems clear as they glint in the light. Others you guess as being true Swarovski Crystal and handcrafted gems as they glitter beautifully. Beneath them lay tray after tray of rings both frosted with diamonds and engraved with initials and quotes. Jimin drenches himself in your reaction; mouth ajar and eyes twinkling. It makes him smile a smile you’d never seen him wear before as he drinks it all in and it makes you squeal at just how pretty his is. Who needs all this when you’ve got Park Jimin?

Seriously, forget the crystals.

Its quiet in the house now as you wander the halls, glancing proudly at plaques and awards hung in frames on the walls. In the minutes you’ve avoided sleep you’ve thought about having a bowl of cereal, running a bubble bath, and escaping back to Jimin’s room to force yourself to do something that resembles rest. Instead, your mind keeps picking out details of Jungkook’s affections from your new purple room; his fond smiles, the way he wiped the paint from your face, and the ever so pleasant way your name slides off his tongue.

“Y/n?” You turn to the voice growing from the other end of the hall and smile to try and contain the blush the thought of Jungkook had caused.

“Namjoon.” You sigh out, finding a comfort in his presence you didn’t know you needed. You hadn’t spoken to him since before the argument yesterday and quite frankly, you were uncertain of what to say to him. “Can’t sleep?” You asked, the question more of a statement as well as an answer.

“Nope. You know how I get when I start writing stuff. I can’t seem to stop until I’m absolutely drained.” Its dark in the long hallway, the only source of light bleeding out of an open closet at the end. It’s a flickering, dull, and harsh and it threatens to blind you the closer you get to it. But from here it illuminates half of Joon’s frame as if he were cast in moonlight. You think about telling him how pretty it makes his freshly dyed silver hair look but you are content watching it glitter as he stumbles down the hall to you.

“Ah yes. The ever-poetic workaholic. I’ll never let you live down falling asleep on my bed.” The memory brings a smile to both of your faces that shatters the tense air that surrounds you.

“I worked hard that day. Wouldn’t have been able to if it weren’t for you though.” He’s right.

That night the rain fell for the first time in months. The two of you had spent the entire day sheltered by the shade of the tallest tree in the neighborhood, trying desperately to escape the Sangdo-dong heat. Two sets of hands were sticky with popsicle juice, t-shirts dampened by beads of sweat as you lay flat on your backs searching for animal shapes between the leaves. By the time the breeze started to pick up, you’d found a whole heard of elephants, but Namjoon…was distant and silent.

“Jeez Namjoon. Can you shut the hell up for like three seconds?! Damn!” Finally, after an hour of lying there, his stoic features cracked into a smile that deepened his dimples.

“Shut up.” He teased and jabbed an elbow into your side, to which you feigned serious pain with dramatic ‘Ouch’s’.

“I can’t see them.” Namjoon’s dimples disappeared again, leaving behind a distressed expression.

“Can’t see what Joon?” At the time, the frown that settled on his lips didn’t break you as much as you think it should have.

“The shapes. The animals.” You don’t say anything, afraid you’ll break his carefully controlled emotions. “I feel like I’m losing my creativity Y/n. I see the leaves clear as day but the longer I look, the less they say.” It had been funny to hear him say that seeing as how poetic he had been. A giggle you don’t mean to let free, dribbles from your lips and he closes his eyes.

“And why, exactly, are you laughing at me?” He asks, defeat swimming in his deep voice.

“Because you’re an idiot.” You reply, lifting to face him on one of your elbows as he cracks open one of his eyes. The annoyance is written on his face in the form of heat flushed cheeks and a subtle grinding of teeth as he challenges you to say another word. You simply smile, looking away from him to the grass.

“I always love listening to your hardships most because its where you become the most cadenced.” You say matter-of-factly. His gaze softens, admiring how long your eyelashes are as they bat at your sun kissed cheeks every time you blink. Romance had never really been a part of your friendship, but sometimes when he knew you weren’t looking, he would indulge in your presence. The way you looked, the way your voice rose when you were excited, the way your lips only puckered when you were sad. You were precious to him. You ARE precious to him. But he always left things exactly as they were; respectfully just friends.

He turned his gaze back to the high terraces of foliage and repeated the word ‘cadenced’ in his mind. One by one, the ability he feared he’d lost bloomed all over again as the view above him began to shift and morph.

“I see it now.” As soon as the words left his lips, a single drop of rain fell between the leaves and splashed right on the tip of his nose. Rolls of thunder sounded from above, warning you both to leave.

“I think I’ve got two cups of coffee with our names on them waiting at my place if you want to come over?” Asking him to come over had become second nature. At this point in your lives as Seniors in high school, the reality of having to attend different universities made hanging out all but every day a priority.

“I don’t even know why you ask anymore. I’m coming over whether you want me to or not.” He teased, holding out a hand to you as he stood, helping you up. You only lived at the end of the street, but as the wind picked up and the rain came down harder, you could hear it sizzle on your skin as it drenched you both. Together, hand in hand, you ran as fast as you could to the porch of your childhood home. The heat died and the humidity rose but the laughter you shared made being soaked to the bone worth it. After changing into old pajamas and Namjoon into some of your dads lounge clothes, you both curled up on your bed. The power had since gone out, a couple candles on your nightside table being the only source of light in the room. The rain was loud and filled the silence as you watched Namjoon write viciously in his journal that had somehow survived in his backpack on your run home. Through the steam of your coffee you would steal glances at what he wrote, trying your best to give any input you deemed appropriate. But for the most part you just let him work, and work, and work until the lightning had subsided, leaving behind distant rolls of thunder and light rain that tapped gently at your bedroom window. When you’d returned from disposing of your mugs in the sink, you found Namjoon with his journal in his lap and his head tilted to the side, asleep. You’d thought about waking him to move him to a better position, but you were suddenly afraid that he would leave if you did. You wanted him to stay while it thundered, while his mind crawled with creativity. This was the way you enjoyed being with him most, so you’d crawled under the blankets beside him and laid your head on his stomach. And slept.

“I don’t think it had anything to do with me. You’ve always been talented, and it shows.” He shakes his head at your response and stands next to you with an arm wrapped around your shoulder as you both stare at the award framed on the wall.

“You never could just take a compliment.” The teasing easiness in his voice makes the muscles in your body relax and you lean into his side. “How are you holding up?” He asks as softly as he possibly can.

“As much as I want to leave so that I don’t come between you and your family anymore-.”

“Stop. You are my family as much as the rest of them.” Joon clutches both of your shoulders in his hands and turns you to face him, the crease between his eyebrows deep with reassurance as he speaks. The tiny mole right at the edge of his hairline highlights his features; so familiar and endearing as they glow still in the harsh light at the end of the hallway. As though he might shatter into a million pieces, you reach out and cup his cheeks to keep him held together.

“Joonie. Everything about being here makes me want to stay. The whole time I’ve been here I haven’t once thought about my apartment or my job or all my old stuff. Instead I’ve stood in a dark hallway with my best friend reminiscing about the day it rained, and he saw the shapes, talked endlessly with Jungkook, painted with Taehyung, and had a whole friggin montage with Jimin. Which, by the way, that boy has more clothes than I’ve ever had in my whole life. It’s alarming, but amazing.” Both of you erupt into small giggles, breathing a new life to the quiet hallway.

Carefully Namjoon reaches up and wraps his hand around your wrist, running through his words as quickly as he can. “And what about Yoongi? I know he said some hateful things, but I know for a fact he doesn’t mean them. I’m so sorry for the way he treated you.”

“Don’t. You’re the third person who’s told me that and I believe you. But Namjoon…what im trying to say is finally, after some time talking with the guys and just hanging out with them…I want to stay.” His palm warms your skin and his features soften, the worry he’d been feeling since bringing you home dissipating. He leans into your hand before pulling you into a hug, burying his face in your hair as he squeezes you. It’s a happy place he’s missed more than words can say, but he tries anyway.

“Good, because I wasn’t going to let you leave anyway. Call me selfish but I’ve really missed you and the thought of being able to hang out with you again like we used to, makes me feel feelings I thought I’d never remember.” You nuzzle your nose into his shoulder, reveling in the feeling of being close to your best friend again.

“Yeah well, you went and got all famous on me before I could get out of there.” Under you, Joon’s body stiffens. A lifetime of friendship made leaving you one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do. He remembered the morning of his drive to Seoul, a meeting with his new manager already arranged and set in stone before he even had time to think about it. The night before, he’d dolefully informed you of the situation and promised you countless times that he would come to visit as often as he could. But little did he know that being a part of BTS would take up all his time for the next 10 years of his life. Phone calls and video chats made up little for the way he had left you crying in your bedroom.

But you understood.

You always understood.

“If I could have taken you with me, I would have. I’m sorry for never coming to visit. I…I’m sorry for not being there for you.” His tone drops low as he rests his chin on top of your head. You know by the way he says it, what he means. How he feels. And you just shake your head and pull away from him far enough to lock eyes with him.

“There you go with that cadence again.” The sadness in his eyes turns to the taunt reflected in yours and he chuckles lightly with a pinch to your side.

“Shut up.” Though the years have passed and the two of you have been away from each other, the amount of love he feels for you has never faltered. Standing here with you curled up in his arms, a giant smirk peppering your lips, it alights a spark in him. You study his face for a moment, noticing a change in his demeanor that feels more like the past than the present. Though when he speaks again, the words come out like the lyrics he writes, genuine and prudent. And you realize…it’s a little bit of both.

“I see them again Y/n.” He says, gaze fixated on you and the way you gaze back as though he’s seeing you for the first time all over again, and smiles.

“The shapes.”

Part Three

Master List

Part Five

[melonhun]

Topp Dogg Miami FanAccount 20150207

You have to understand I've been following ToppDogg since debut for a year now, and only was able to see them from afar, on the computer screen. In-front of monitor and silently cheering and buying their albums to give them the little support I could. These 12 boys are so talented, + underdogg

I got to the concert hall around 7:00 to give myself time to buy merch and grab my VVIP wrist band. (High touch _+ fan signing *cough$200cough* )

I bought myself 2 light sticks and 2 button sets ^^ ( 1 set for me and 1 set for a friend )

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Then I headed for the concert, I had met a few other ToppKlass. WHICH SO MANY TOPPKLASS ARE PRETTY AF AND SO NICE OMG! Like no, stop that.

I was in the fourth row, so I am pretty damn close to the front. 

Finally 7:35 and lights go down and fucking everyone goes crazy omg, I was like AKHSGASKJDALSKFJLSKDFJSDLJGFDGK 

So the stage lights up and here comes these 12 perfect boys, they where fucking shining in my eyes. It was so unreal I couldn't believe it was happing, I started to tear up and I wanted to cry so hard that there were all here and I could believe it. They started with Annie and I just, that's their anniversary song and it makes me emotional as a ToppKlass. They also reached the top on the charts with Annie so it's a big deal. They played another song and then they had did introductions. 

After everyone said something and we all would scream it was so loud... but so amazing. 

The MC asked them what they where in charge of tonight. 

Hansol: (shaking his hips) "I'm in charge of sexiness tonight."

They did a few more songs, and then we had the fan x members interactions. No I didn't called up, that's ok. I'm happy for the ToppKlass that did get called tho!

So they played this game where they had to stand on the paper and it would get smaller and smaller and you would have to dance on it, so they had Nakta and Gohn play this and Gohn was basically humping Nakta, and Nakta was like I'm not having this shit ok... and at the end Nakta was on Gohns back it was so cute. Jesus.

They did more songs after they did the fan thing, and it was just amazing. The rapper line was on point. Yano and Kidoh had killed it. The dancing was great, Wizard lines Solo dances was fucking amazing.

I think my favorite songs were Peekaboo and Arario and Kidohs/Jenissi Solo. EVERYTHING WAS AMAZING.

So they also had breaks between stuff and this is where they did the Cam Videos. Hansols was so cute he got so scared he squealed and flew across the room, it was great. Gohn and Jenissi had a bad potty mouth... tho.

We got to this one point where they where on stage, and was hella taking pictures of Xero and I waved AND HE LOOKS RIGHT AT ME A WAVES BACK OMG ASDFGHJKL... I DIED. It was around this time he waved at me x.x

The whole concert was amazing, also when PGoon was shaking them hips when they did talk dirty too me, that was great. 

So after the concert (I know I left out a lot of stuff, but everything is a bit blurry) I had the fan signing and high touch so. I walking up to PGoon first.

Me: (to PGoon) You're so handsome.

PGoon: ... *looks confused*

Me: Handsome~

PGoon: Oh~ LAIR!

Jenissi: HAHAHAHAHA (Jenissi was next to him at the time)

Me: *cries on the inside*

It was mostly just high-five, thank you, we were getting seriously rushed so I could barely say thank you to them, ugh...

Me: (to Hansol) You're so cute~~

Hansol: *cheeky smile* You're so gorgeous~

Me: No............. *awkward, walks away*

More high-fives as I get rushed.

Me: (to Sangdo as he high-fives me) You're so nice ;_;

Sangdo: *cutest smile blush omg thingie*

Sangdo: *high-fives me again*

Xero also squeezed my hand tightly, and omg I died...

Me: (to Bjoo) Y-You're my b-bias......

Bjoo: What?

Me: *GETS PUSHED OUT THE WAY, CRIES FOREVER*

*sobs*

So I decided to wait outside for them to go on the tour bus, I had waited for like an hour in the back and finally they got on and it was so cute! They all waved and A-Tom giving so much fan service he was waving and dancing and he was just so cute omg. Then they left and I was hella sad :( I want to see them so bad again, I hope they come back I will buy another ticket. So that so far is my favorite night, I love ToppDogg so much you should check them out! Really their super funny and nice and talented and deserve more credit. 

I have a lot of video I might post later ^w^