#sent out an app and need to go to banks tomorrow and also do my taxes and ALSO. what was it. insurance shopping

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Every time something new comes up I pick up a spiked baseball bat

[citrineghost]

Avoiding Scams on Freelancing Sites

Hi there! I almost just got scammed today, and I’m going to take the LITTANY of red flags from this interaction and use it to teach you all about how to avoid scams.

I am not making very much money right now. I just lost one of the accounts I was writing for, so I am not not even making enough to pay my rent. So I am desperately looking for work. And, like many people desperately looking for work, my panicking subconscious is willing to see a red flag and brush it under the rug because

“I’m probably being paranoid.”

So, to all of my lovely artists, writers, editors, and other types of freelancers who are desperately looking for work, I would like to create a comprehensive list of things that you should NOT FUCKING IGNORE while looking for a job. Actually, the list will be formatted as things you should expect from your employer/interviewer and if these things are missing, get the fuck out of there.

1. Reputable Platforms

The first thing you should be expecting is to use reputable platforms. If you’re being asked for a virtual interview, you should expect your interviewer to invite you via Skype, Discord, (Maybe slack if they’re middle-aged), perhaps Whatsapp, or whatever website you’re using to find your job.

DO NOT go for interviews on Telegram. This app has been reported as very commonly being associated with scams. This is where my recent experience took place.

2. Willingness to Verify Legitimacy

The first thing you should do when being in contact with an interviewer or HR is ask them to verify their identity. 

This may not be necessary if doing a video call with someone pictured on an official company website, receiving emails or texts from addresses/numbers that are listed on an official company website, or if the job you’re being interviewed for was applied to directly on the company website. In these cases, you are not likely to be scammed, as you’re working with verifiably information.

If you meet someone on Indeed, Fiverr, Upwork, or any other freelancing/job site, keep your contact within the website’s chat system, email system, or whatever. This is how you remain protected under the hiring site’s TOS/Legal whatever. If you get scammed because you took your hiring process elsewhere, they will not help you.

That being said, if you DO take your interview off the site, it should be somewhere reputable and you should ask for your interviewer to verify their identity before doing literally anything else. The best way to get them to verify their identity is to ask them to email or text you from an address or phone number listed clearly on the official company website, by asking them to show you their state ID and checking it for photoshop influence, or by asking to do a video call for the interview and seeing for yourself that you’re being interviewed by someone who is pictured on the official company website as an employee.

3. Clear and Professional Procedures

Any professional working as an interviewer or human resources personnel will have a skillset related to communication and organization. When being interviewed you should expect a number of questions about your skills and how you’re valuable to the company, etc. However, this is easy to fake, as a scammer. What you need to look out for is that they show a clear amount of structure.

If you’re asked for an interview, no real company will demand you be quick about responding. If they’re interested in an interview, a legitimate company is not likely to ask you to do the interview immediately. They will ask you to schedule an interview time with them. They may ask if you have availabilities that day, but they will not just start interviewing you immediately.

After the interview, any professional company will tell you that they will get back to you when they’ve made a decision about your interview. No professional company will tell you to wait for an indefinite amount of time while they talk to HR peers. If a company Does want you to wait, because they intend to make a quick decision, they will give you an expected wait time, as that is the courteous and professional thing to do. They will not expect you to be on-call for this period of time. A time projection is simply to give you an idea of what to expect. For example, “I’ll be in touch within the next 1-3 hours about the results of your interview. Thank you for your time.”

Furthermore, if you are accepted for a job, any professional company will make a clear outline of exactly how they plan to introduce you into company life. They will respect your time and ask you to schedule things with them. For example, “Is there a period of 2-3 hours within the next few days where you would be available for an orientation?” 

No professional company will demand you do anything at any particular time. That is not how legitimate professionals treat new employees. You will be asked to schedule things with them. Even when you’re assigned work hours, if the exact hours you’re applying for are not listed in the job description you applied for, they will ask you to fill out some kind of time sheet to outline your availabilities, then schedule you for times within that outline.

4. Doesn’t Show Signs of Money Scamming

There are two major red flags when it comes to money scams. Your interviewer should never ask you what bank you use and your interviewer should never ever tell you they’re going to send you a check, unless they send your paycheck as a check.

One of the more common scams at the moment is run by people pretending to be members of legitimate companies, hiring freelancers for things like proofreading and editing. These remote positions may require home office hardware, right? The interviewer will tell you you’re missing some hardware and software that are required for the job. Then they’ll tell you that they will send a check that you can cash and use to buy the required materials.

This is even sketchier if they email you front and back images of the check and tell you to print it and then deposit it through mobile banking. The way this works is that, if you cash the check successfully, you will then buy the list of software, which is usually completely unrelated to the job you’re being hired for, then they will cancel the check, which hasn’t cleared completely. That leaves you with ~$2k dollars less in your bank and their money right back where it started in theirs. Presumably, the scammers are the ones selling the software. So, that $2k dollars you just spent is also going into their bank account.

Professional companies will never offer to send you checks to buy products. If they have official hardware or software that they want you to use, they will buy it themselves and then send it to you. There is never a reason why a new hire should buy hardware or software out of their own bank, whether they have been given money for it or not.

Furthermore, a legitimate company will never ever pay you before you have signed and sent your contract to them. One of the obvious giveaways of the scam I was almost caught in was that I was sent the contract last night and I asked if I could send it in today, since it was getting late. The interviewer agreed. I signed it in the morning and then asked him if I should send it in a reply to the email I got the original contract from or if there’s another email I need to send it to. He completely ignored my question, asked me how I was doing, and then went into the check-related information so I could buy software.

The issue was bothering me ALL DAY. I knew there was something extremely weird about that, so I asked again a few hours later. His response? “You have nothing to worry about.” ?????? I was aghast. I wasn’t worried at all! I just wanted an answer! If he had simply told me to respond to the email I’d gotten the contract from, I might have fallen for his scam! What a terrible scammer smdh

A Non-Exhaustive List of Other Red Flags

Your interviewer shows a poor grasp on the language

If your interviewer is making frequent grammatical errors that are glaringly obvious to any native speaker, that is a huge red flag. HR reps and interviewers are hired because of their communication skills. It is highly unlikely that someone who makes non-native-like errors is legitimate unless they are actually openly non-native, in which case, it’s not so alarming.

Your interviewer is showing impatience or demanding you at certain times

If your interviewer is telling you to “report back by 8am tomorrow” without any kind of prior agreement that this is an acceptable time for you to meet, that is extremely unprofessional and shows a lack of patience. Scammers want to get to the meat of their scam quickly and will use an air of professional superiority and authority to scare you into moving faster than necessary.

Your interviewer shows a lack of opening and closing statements

Along the lines of the clear processes that I mentioned above anybody who is initiating you in the job you’re taking should show clear opening and closing statements. What I mean by this is: professionals in human resources or management positions will not keep you as a social hostage. If you’ve been discussing how you’ll begin training or somesuch, they will not just leave you hanging. You should have a dedicated time slot where you will have your discussion and, at the end of it, your supervisor should make a closing statement. For example, “It looks like our time is running out for today. What would be a good time to pick this up tomorrow?”

If you feel like you are “on-call” and unable to leave the room because the interviewer or supervisor keeps messaging, has not outlined a time slot for you to talk in, won’t seem to let you go, or shows no indication of stopping, that is a really bad sign. Either the company is legitimate and TERRIBLE at professionalism (a great sign you should run anyway), or this is a scammer intent on getting you to follow their instructions as soon as they can.

Your interviewer ignores time zones or gets them wrong

When I was contacted about doing an interview yesterday, it was 4:30pm. I did the interview and was told I got the job. Immediately after, without asking if I was free, he began listing off instructions and things I was to expect. It wasn’t until 7:30pm that he sent me the contract and asked me to review it, sign it, and send it back that I finally asked if I could do that tomorrow. The interviewer was supposedly on the west coast and knew that I was on the east coast. He agreed by saying “Alright” and then told me to report to him “by 8am your time.”

There are 3 things about this that are weird. The first is that he demanded I show up at 8am to continue where we left off. Any professional would have asked when I’m available the next day to continue. the second is that he said “your time” instead of saying EST, as most professionals in the US would be apt to do. And, lastly, I showed up at 7:50am, ready to continue, because I’m that desperate that I’m willing to be pushed around, and he showed up at 9am on the dot. He had gotten the time wrong. Nobody who works professionally on the west coast is incapable of adding 3 hours to their time. It was a rookie mistake, or a mistake made by someone in a completely different time zone than they say they are.

When asked to verify their identity, your interviewer attempts to reassure you or refuses

When I finally was fed up and knew this must be a scam, I politely asked my interviewer to verify his identity by either showing me his US ID or by contacting me from his email or phone number listed on the official company website. He sent me a photoshopped nametag with a completely different person’s name and photo on it and said it was the company ID of the HR director. 

I have never seen a facade fall so pathetically. Why would literally any even remotely legitimate person do such a thing? It was sad, really. He deleted the message in less than a minute - no doubt to keep me from looking at it long enough to see how badly it was photoshopped - and then aggressively reassured me that the company meant me no harm and would pay for everything, etc. Any real professional would have simply sent me an email from the legitimate address, stating that they’re legitimate, and then continued on with the initiation process.

Learn from My Mistakes

I hope some of this was helpful for all of you lovely freelancers trying to find work. I thought I would know a scam when I saw one, and I did have a Bad Feeling about this whole thing, because it did feel too good to be true, but I was desperate enough that my judgement was heavily clouded, and that could happen to anyone.

Don’t ignore red flags - especially these ones. Stick up for yourself. Avoid confirmation bias. I looked things up repeatedly to confirm that the company was legitimate and that it’s normal to do things like mobile deposit a printed check and so on. Every time, I found an explanation that suited me. I even tried to cash the check. The only reason it didn’t work was because there was an error with the name on the check because I recently legally changed my name and PayPal was having some kind of issue updating in some areas of its website. It was after that that I realized this was all crashing down and I needed to reassess it all. Don’t let yourself get that deep into it.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

hope i’m not too late, but congratulations on getting 500 followers! i adore everything you’ve written so far, keep up the good work!

can i request an exes au with geto x f!reader? not too angsty, but whether they get back together or not is up to you 👀

You said "not too angsty" but my mind said "HIT EM RIGHT IN THE FEELS" and I don't know wHyYyYyY

Please forgive me, but this... this is the epitome of my "ex of Geto" feelings. It literally flowed out of me in two hours.

"Yes, But...": Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

wc: 2k

tw: FLUFF AND A LIL' BIT OF ANGST

The large envelope slides from his hands to yours, and you look at the package in confusion as you open the flap.

“You want to get out of here and start fresh,” Geto begins, lacing his fingers together. You find a phone, two banking cards, and two passports inside, which is more than what you asked for. “You’ll need that.” When you open the phone, you see various apps loaded on the device - most of which are foreign to you. “Open the banking app.”

You do as your ex tells you, and see the collection of numbers (six digits) and the single comma that will change your life. You look up at the man in awe, trying to catch his black gaze as he looks outside, not speaking.

“Su, I just needed a new passport, not all of this.”

“It should put you in a good place for a few months until you get a good job. I have a friend in the States that should be able to put you up in a nice house, all paid for, of course. There’s a private school nearby so you don’t have to drive Haru there and back, just walk. And there are--”

“Suguru,” you stop him mid-sentence, placing your hand on the table to try and reach him. “We don’t need all of this. My parents are willing to--”

“I’m not sending you back to them, y/n. I want you to be independent of anyone else,” he retorts, nostrils flaring at the mention of your family. You know his frustration with your relatives comes from an honest place.

They had treated you savagely after you married into the Geto family, calling you all kinds of names and not even attending the birth of their first grandson. You weren’t sure if it was the ties to the underground that set them off or the fact that the Geto family had brought in a considerable amount of wealth and fame to your lives. Either way, you were cut off from them until you divorced Suguru due to--

“Our flight leaves at ten o’clock tomorrow,” you whisper, and Suguru shifts in his seat, sighing. “Will you come to see Haru before we go?” There’s a long pause as your ex-husband weighs his options, but you know his choice before he speaks.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he finally answers.

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Tickets in hand, you try to keep your composure as you watch your son hold on to his father for the last time. Your other hand is captured in Suguru’s large palm, and he squeezes your fingers tenderly as you walk to the security checkpoint. While you walk, he talks to your son in gentle tones, telling him to write to him about all of the amazing things he sees and does, as well as the friends he makes, and how daddy still loves him no matter where he goes.

When he finally lets Haru down and places his Inosuke backpack around his shoulders, you turn to Geto, expecting him to say something final, something meaningful. But he doesn’t, opting to pull you into a deep embrace and kissing all over your face. “Please stay safe. Call when you make it in.”

“I will,” you whisper, inhaling the scent of his cologne and reliving your life together in a brief flash. “I promise.”

“I love you, y/n.” You want to reply that you love him, too, that the separation wasn’t his fault - but you just nod. The feeling of tiny arms around your legs makes you look down, and you both see Haru wrapping himself around your legs, holding you two together earnestly. When he lets go, Suguru lets go, and you hoist the toddler into your arms.

“Say ‘see you later,” you tell the child and he slowly waves his hand at Suguru as you walk past the agent at the checkpoint. Haru doesn’t stop waving until he can no longer see Geto, and he also waves until he can no longer see you, finally dropping his hand to his side and wondering why he felt so empty.

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“Today we learned about the rainbow,” Haru sings as he skips with you down the sidewalk.

“Oh, yeah?” you laugh, holding his hand as he swings back and forth.

“And we played in the dirt.” That explains the messy pants, you muse, rounding the corner to the back of your home and unlocking the fence before letting Haru run up the back porch and inside the house.

You lock the fence behind you and follow your son inside, thinking of all the things you had to do before his sixth birthday party the next day. Suguru said he would be sending a surprise - you begged him not to send the fake nichirin sword you already purchased and stowed away - so you’d have to accommodate for whatever he sent your way, which was bound to be lavish.

Among other things that he provided (a house, a car, preschool, an on-call babysitter if you wanted to go out, a nain rug you looked at once and said you liked but you weren’t sure about), Suguru also spoke to Haru every evening, which made you feel at ease. He hadn’t ceased to be in Haru’s life after you divorced, so this wasn’t out of the blue. Co-parenting with him was still easy and somewhat effortless, even thousands of miles away.

You’re still lost in thought when the doorbell rings, and Haru leaps down the stairs to answer it, despite telling him not to do that time and time again. Quickly, you sidestep the boy and open the door, forgetting to check the peephole first. If you had, it might have prevented the massive shock both you and Haru have at the sight of Suguru standing in the entryway.

“Suguru…” you whisper, and Haru immediately goes to hug his father, squeezing him tightly.

“Oh, look at you,” Suguru groans, leaning down to pick up his son. “You’ve gotten bigger since I last saw you, huh?”

“I’m two inches taller!” You shake your head at the toddler’s estimation, smiling, but still in shock. Your eyes roam over the man’s appearance. He looks just as you left him, with long hair and that gaze that could see into the deepest parts of your soul. It’s been a year, but nothing’s changed at all.

“Come on in,” you urge him, and he carries Haru inside, setting him down in the foyer. Haru dashes up the stairs to retrieve something, and you walk into the kitchen, Geto following you around and looking over his surroundings.

“It looks beautiful in here,” he murmurs, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“You should see upstairs,” you reply. “That’s your son’s domain.” Suguru chuckles, then places his hands on the counter behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I wanted to surprise both of you,” he shrugs and you sigh.

“There’s no guest bedroom.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” he replies, and your first instinct is to balk at his suggestion and offer your bed. But you know Suguru’s considered his options already and would have gotten a hotel if he wanted to.

“Are your things--”

“In the car. I wanted to see if I was welcome first before I barged in with my stuff.” Haru reappears, holding up his drawing from school today.

“I drew this today! They told us to draw something we love,” your child smiles widely, showing his lack of a right front tooth. You peer over at the picture and see you - with a questionable hairstyle - Haru, and Geto holding hands in front of what you assume to be your house, and a grey… horse? cat? dog? off to the side. “And we have a cat. I named him Gojo after daddy’s friend.”

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You hand Geto a pile of blankets and a pillow, hoping it would be enough to keep him warm on the couch. “You can turn the heat up downstairs if you need to,” you advise, and he nods, taking the offerings. He pauses in your bedroom, wanting to say something.

“Thank you,” he finally whispers, then walks away, leaving you in the room to contemplate your still brooding feelings for the man who walked into your home less than six hours ago.

“Wait,” you call out softly, and he returns, searching your face. “Did you get me that job at the museum?” you wonder, crossing your arms over your chest. “The head of the museum told me I came highly recommended for the Director of Curation position.”

“And if I did?” he wonders, angling his head to the left a little and frowning. You recognize his tell immediately and nod, biting the inside of your lip. “I promised to provide for you and Haru for as long as I’m alive. I’m not going to break that promise.”

Those words stay with you as you toss and turn in the bed hours later, trying to sleep. You’re failing miserably, you realize when you look at the clock, and you rise out of bed, padding downstairs to get some tea and calm down. You tiptoe past the hallway to the living room, hoping you wouldn’t wake Suguru as you heat up a cup of water.

You’ve almost succeeded in your mission when you hear a yawn and the familiar cracking of toes and ankles as Suguru walks into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

“Can’t sleep,” you explain and he nods, pulling a chamomile tea packet from the caddy by the cabinets. He rips open the packet and hands it to you, leaning against the counter as you dunk it in the cup and watch the color seep out.

“I still remember,” Suguru whispers, recalling the nights you spent awake while you were pregnant with Haru and how the tea was the only thing that could soothe you enough to sleep. He thumbs over to the living room and you follow, settling into the couch beside him. “Nightmares? Or just insomnia?”

“Insomnia,” you reply, and he motions for you to place your feet in his lap. He begins rubbing them methodically, taking his time on the soles as you lean into the arm of the couch and sigh.

“Remember when we used to watch Jeopardy before bed and you’d fall asleep mid-answer?” he chuckles, and you shake your head, a smile pulling at your lips.

“Those were some hard nights,” you reply, and he hums thoughtfully.

“I wonder where it all went wrong.”

You both knew where it went wrong. There was no privacy, no semblance of peace, nowhere you two could go without someone knowing everything and being in your business. And adding Haru to the mix made everything worse. The breaking point came when you were playing with him in the backyard and heard the sound of a shutter capturing your every move. Suguru broke the camera and the man’s arm, but the damage had been done. The only way you could escape the limelight was divorcing him and his name, then escaping somewhere where no one cared who you were or who you used to be. Here, you were just… y/n.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the wife you wanted,” you whisper, and Suguru shakes his head.

“No, you were - are - the wife I want. I didn’t protect you enough. I should be the one apologizing.”

“Don’t,” you urge him, setting the un-sipped tea on the coffee table. “Don’t apologize.”

“Then I won’t,” he replies, pulling you closer. “But I have to confess something.”

“Say it.”

“My family bought property nearby. I’ll be stateside more often than not.” Geto smoothes a hand across your cheek, cupping your chin as you move onto his lap slowly.

“Haru will love that,” you breathe.

“But will you love that?” he wonders, ghosting his lips over yours.

“Yes, but--” He presses his lips to yours tenderly, cutting you off. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, feeling all of your shared love in that one kiss.

“Yes, but...?” he asks, pulling away and raising a brow.

“Was this your plan all along?” Suguru smiles, nipping at your bottom lip. His arm curls around your waist as he pins you beneath him, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“And if it was?”

“It’s definitely working.” Suguru hums in pleasure and continues to kiss you until you're at peace in his arms again, and fast asleep.

[btsslowburnfic]

-The Arrangement- Chapter 1

Summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable add. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter summary: Let’s meet our lovely [Y/N]. Every good story starts somewhere. Buckle up for the next few months babes <3 

Chapter 1

“Nope, sorry, I have to get to my other job.” You politely declined getting after-work drinks with your colleagues like usual. It was nice of them to still invite you even though you never said yes. 

You excused yourself to the company restroom. Out with the office worker, in with the bartender. You switched shirts, put your hair up in a ponytail, and applied heavier make-up. You'd switch out your skirt when you got to the club. As dumb and gross as it was, you always made more money when you wore your questionably short shorts. Oh well, money is money. 

You sent a quick text to your brother to make sure he and your sister got to your aunt's apartment and then headed for the station. Ok. How much money do I need to make tonight? You asked yourself as you opened the banking app. You mentally calculate the amount needed to feed your siblings, pay for the bus, and utilities. Ugh Maybe Park Minho will let me stay for him tonight. He usually wanted to get out of work early to go hang out with his friends. You would be ok this week if you stopped taking the bus and ate more ramen and less real food. You sighed. You were so tired.

You walked through the black glass doors of Club Tokki. There were only a few customers right now and you immediately went to see if anyone had made coffee. Work coffee=free coffee. Luckily for you, Lisa, the woman who worked the day shift almost always needed an extra dose of afternoon caffeine and there was still enough for a cup.

“Hey doll!” Lisa greeted you. “Here, I brought some milk in as well,” she said as she poured the coffee for you.

“You are a lifesaver. Thank you so much.” You gratefully took the mug, warming your hands. 

“No problem, do you need me to do anything before I leave? I’m going to close out with those two groups first.” She asked as she rinsed off some pint glasses.

You assessed the bar looking to see what you might need over the next few hours. “Yeah, ask the bar-back to get two more bottles of Goose and a bottle of Crown. We usually go through those on Wednesdays. And maybe cut a few limes and lemons. Thanks.” You took the coffee with you to the small office and finished changing clothes. Lisa was a student so she shared your need for thrifty living, coffee, and work. You didn’t have many friends, but you knew you could count on Lisa for caffeine and getting the bar prepped. 

You walked back out to the bar, mentally preparing yourself for the night ahead. In a few minutes people like your office coworkers would stream in, treating each other to after work drinks, socializing, and networking. You used to wonder if your circumstances were different if you would be the type of person who went out after work and socialized with their colleagues. You had come to the realization that “no” you wouldn’t. You would probably go home and sleep. Maybe read. You sighed and shimmied behind the bar as Lisa started to count down the drawer. "Alright, I asked the barback for the alcohol and there's 2 cups of lines and lemons." 

"Thanks a lot babe. See you tomorrow." you waved at her and started to move stuff around to where you liked it. 

"Happy money making." she smiled and headed out. 

As predicted about half an hour later, office workers start to show up and the bar is slowly starting to fill up. Club Tokki is known for its laid back vibe so it's mostly beers and "and" drinks. Whisky and coke. Vodka and soda. Occasionally there were some younger girls here that ordered the more complicated drinks. But you got those out as well; this wasn't the first bar you'd ever worked at, just the latest incarnation. And just like that, the night starts to speed up. Minho arrives two hours into your shift for the after-dinner rush.

“Just in time dude,” you greeted him as he walked behind the bar.

“What do you need?” He asked as he clocks in for the night. 

“The bar is caught up if you want to go check section one. Shinhye has the rest of the floor.” You instructed him and used this opportunity to catch up on cleaning dishes. You caught one of the guys at the end of the bar staring at you. He was definitely good looking, and stood out with his expensive suit, silver hair, and strong facial features. Whatever. As long as he tips. You were not looking for a boyfriend. Or a hookup. You cringed at the thought of even trying to navigate dating between your work schedule and also living with your Aunt as a grown ass woman. You shook your head like it would get rid of the thought. Satisfied with the current state of the bar you took a minute to drink some water and scan the club. There were worse places you could work for sure. 

Minho came back to the bar and asked you to make some shots while he grabs some beers. Grape bombs? Is this 2012? You resisted the urge to gag, having gotten sick on them when you were younger. You placed the drinks on his tray and checked the bartop once again.

Mr. Expensive Suit dimple-face was nursing a Goose and soda. “You doing ok?” you asked him as you made your way down the bar. 

“I’m great. Thanks. What’s your name?”

“[Y/N]” you responded and started to move on to your next guest. 

“This is the part where you ask my name.” he said arrogantly. Suddenly you did not care for him as much.

“Is it? I’ve never talked to someone in a bar before. I didn't realize there was a script.” you responded sarcastically. You hated it when guys thought they could manipulate you. 

“Wow. Ok. Ok. Hard to get. I respect that. I’m Kim Namjoon.” 

“Ok Mr. Kim, is there anything else I can get for you right now?” you asked, oh so sweetly.

“No. I’m good for now.” he said, laughing to himself. He shook his head incredulously and sipped his drink.

Well maybe you weren’t going to get tipped after all. Oh well. 

The rest of the night was mostly a blur. The vodka special brought in quite a few people and you ended up going through four bottles of Goose. Mr. Kim Dimples remained, nursing only his second drink now and still staring at you even though he was trying hard to not look like he was staring. It was awkward. He was hot but sooo not your type. Which you thought you had made clear.

“Mr. Kim, are you sure you even like Goose and soda?” you teased him as you made another round checking on people. 

“You know, I am more of a beer drinker myself, but I can’t pass up a good vodka special.” he leaned to the side, getting out his wallet, and pulled out a business card.

“[Y/N], I’d like for you to take this.” he stuck it between his index and middle finger, holding it out for you to take.

“I am flattered, Mr. Kim, but I’m not interested in anything like that.” you smiled politely. 

He rolled his eyes at you.  “Believe me, I’m not asking you on a date. You are so not my type,” he said with an air of disgust. As though he was repulsed that you would have even thought he would consider asking you out. “This is a job opportunity. I work for a talent agency of sorts.”

Wow. What a dick. “Oh yeah? What talent do you see?” you gesture to yourself. “I do pour some stiff drinks and can usually tell rude guys to fuck off with a smile on my face.”

To your surprise he just laughed. “You are very funny. And I suppose some people would find you attractive. Just take the card. I think you’re the best candidate I’ve found yet.” he stood up and put on his suit jacket, sitting the business card down on the bartop.

“Rude.” you casually said, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"Well, it makes no difference to me if you accept or not. Regardless, there it is." He gestured to the card, and sat down way too much money on top of it. "Keep the change." He turned and left.  

You didn’t end up closing for Minho; the two of you both stayed since it remained steady through closing time. You were weirded out by the conversation with Mr. Kim, but having worked in a bar for the past 7 years, it wasn't the weirdest thing that had ever happened to you. You threw  the business card into your purse and forgot about it for the rest of your shift.

The remainder of the night passed without incident. As much as you disliked it, that weirdo's money helped make sure you could take the bus again the next few days. You stuffed your tips into your purse and walked home. Well. To your aunt's house. It didn't really feel like home. Just a temporary landing spot until you and your siblings could get your own place again. 

You entered quietly and washed your hands. You dutifully went through your siblings school bags, making sure their supplies and homework were where they should be. You packaged their lunches as much as you could and started a fresh batch of rice for tomorrow. All mostly in the dark so you didn't wake anyone up. Your brother was sleeping on the couch, which you hated, but he insisted on it. You were sharing the guest bedroom with your sister and your niece.

You grabbed your laptop and curled up in the corner of the kitchen to not bother anybody. I’m a 27 year old loser hiding on the floor of my Aunt’s apartment in the middle of the night. I have to wake up in 5 hours for my other job and instead I’m going to look up a website that some weird ass rude hot guy at a bar gave me. Why is this my life? You thought, and yet you pulled out the business card and entered the link. It took you to a black website with a white box asking for a code. You flipped the card over, and there it was, handwritten. You type it in and wait for the website to load, convinced it’s going to be some weird porn site with fisting or crush videos. You almost cover your eyes but to your pleasant surprise it’s a normal website. 

Seeking: a suitable adult woman for long-term companionship. Will be well compensated. Serious inquiries only. 

The text continued: If you are on this website, congratulations. You have already presented the basic level qualifications for this position. 

Ok. So maybe this was an escort service. Which I mean...if it paid better than both of your jobs and you didn’t have to have sex with people maybe you could. No. No. You talked yourself out of it and scrolled down to read more of the description,

Requirements:

Female between the ages of 20 and 40.

Flexibility in schedule

Desire to travel and attend events

Strong personality and interpersonal skills

Proficiency with Microsoft Excel and Word 

Punctuality, attention to detail, and strong organizational skills

Desired but not necessary

Non-smoker/drinks alcohol socially

Like animals 

Enjoy listening to music 

Compensation:

Position requires relocation to on-site premises and therefore covers room and board. 

Monthly stipend (click here for more information pertaining to taxes)

3 meals a day, beverages, and snacks included

Most escort services didn’t require proficiency in Microsoft Word or Excel...you were guessing. Maybe it was a legit job. Like an on-site event planner? You clicked the link contained in compensation and HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A LOT OF MONEY. 

You bit your lip and pulled up your resume. It couldn’t hurt to submit it, right? You didn’t have much to update since you had just started your office job 3 months ago. You updated the resume to include that job and listed your address as Club Tokki’s in case this was actually a sex trafficking set up. You thought about it for a another minute and then uploaded the document, took a deep breath, and hit “send.” NEXT CHAPTER

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[apoguecalledjj]

Fixation (Chapter 1)

A new series I’m starting :)

Series summary: Eleanor is new to the outer banks, and the pogues are quick to take her in. But so are the kooks, and as she grows closer with Rafe, trouble emerges. Trying to balance her relationship with the pogues and the kooks, as well as dealing with her own personal problems, Eleanor falls into a hole she may not be able to dig herself out of.

Chapter Word Count: 2721

Chapter Warnings: Underage drinking

Previous parts: Ch. 1  Ch. 2  Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5

Eleanor Adair stepped off the ferry, the smell of the sea immediately hitting her nose. She turned slightly, glancing towards the water once again. She didn’t think she would ever get over the sight. The wind was warm, blowing her hair slightly.

She glanced around for her uncle, who was meant to be waiting for her. It didn’t help that she had no idea what he looked like. Up to this point, Eleanor had lived a fairly normal life, living in West Virginia with her mother and younger sister. She had never been out of the state, never seen the ocean, and never met the uncle that she was now meant to be living with.

This move to the Outer Banks was a spur of the moment decision. Eleanor had known that change was coming, her mother was an addict who was slowly getting worse and worse, and could no longer properly take care of her children. She just hadn’t expected to be shipped off to a completely different state, to live with the only family member she had left. And worst of all, separated from her sister.

A middle-aged man waved his arms at her, and she shielded her eyes with her hands, glancing at him. His hair was short and dark, while Eleanor’s and her moms was light, but she immediately recognized his eyes; They were identical to her moms.

She made her way to her uncle, shooting him a soft smile as she neared him. “Hey, Eleanor!” He said to her, his voice louder than average but still kind. “Welcome to the Outer Banks! My god, you’ve grown up so much. I haven’t seen you since you were a baby.”

Eleanor picked at her fingers nervously, she felt bad for having no recollection of the man even though she was far too young to remember him when they had met. “Hey, uncle Travis.” She glanced around, taking in the scenery some more. “It’s absolutely beautiful here.”

He grabbed her suitcase from her hand, lifting it into the truck he was standing next to. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll love it here! How old are you now girl? 15? 16?” He moved to the driver’s side of the vehicle and got in.

She climbed into the passenger seat. “17.”

They fell into a comfortable silence as he drove away from the ferry. The houses they passed were large and elegant, and Eleanor stared in awe as they went by. She expected her uncle to drive on past, to pull into a neighborhood with much smaller houses, but he didn’t, instead pulling into a big house on the same street. Not quite as sizeable as the others they had passed, but still bigger than she was used to.

Her uncle handed her suitcase to her as she stood in front of the house. “Your room is upstairs, first door on the right.” He motioned towards a window on the top of the house. “Annette wasn’t sure what you would like, so you just have the basics for now. She’ll bring you shopping later this week.”

Annette must have been her uncle Travis’s wife. She had heard a bit about her aunt, but like her uncle, knew close to nothing about her. She blinked slowly, taking in the fact that her uncle had said she would be going shopping. She hadn’t expected them to buy much for her, if anything. She had all intentions to work, and that still hadn’t changed.

“Hey, uncle Travis? Is there anywhere hiring around here? I want to start working as soon as possible.”

He faltered for a minute. “You don’t need-” But Eleanor shook her head and he stopped. She was used to working, and that wasn’t going to change. “Okay, yeah, there’s a restaurant over towards the over side of the island. Called The Wreck. They’re hiring.”

Eleanor nodded and followed her uncle to the house to bring her suitcase in before rushing off to explore and find a job. She was ready to start work as soon as possible and didn’t want to put it off any longer than necessary. She threw her suitcase down, not bothering to unpack, and typed ‘The Wreck’ into the mapping app on her phone. Seeing that it was only a 5-minute walk, she started off, ready to get her new life started.

Pushing open the doors to the restaurant, she saw a girl around her age standing behind the counter. She made her way towards her, plastering a smile on her face. She noticed a group of three boys in the corner, their eyes on her, and she sent a smile their way too. They smiled back, and the blond one waved.

“Hi! I was just wondering if you guys were hiring?” She asked the girl at the counter, who seemed nice enough.

“Yeah, we are.”

Eleanor smiled even wider, she had experience with waitressing so if she could get this job it would be perfect. “Great! Is it okay if I drop my resume off later this week?”

The girl behind the counter shook her head slowly, clearly taking in the stranger stood in front of her. She motioned to a table. “Do you have a moment? We could just talk now, my parents own this place.” They made their way to a table and she immediately jumped into questions. “So do you have any experience?”

“Yes! I’ve worked at a restaurant for roughly the past year.” 

Eleanor expected more questions, but the girl just nodded. “Okay. Can you start tomorrow?”

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “That’s it?”

“Not many people apply here. Plus you seem like a good person. I’m Kiara. My friends call me Kie.” 

Kiara reached her hand across the table, and Eleanor shook it. “Eleanor. My friends call me Ellie.”

“So you must be new in town?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Ellie could see the three boys still taking quick glances at her. The dark boy leaned over to the blond-haired one and whispered something, earning himself a slap from the blond and a chuckle from the brunette. “Yeah. I just moved here from West Virginia, I’m living with my uncle, Travis Adair.”

“Oh, so that makes you a kook then?” The brunette asked, leaning back slightly in her chair, looking interested.

Ellie blinked a couple times, wondering where this assumption had come from. “Uhm no, I’m actually not great at making food.” She let out a nervous laugh.

Kie giggled. “Oh, you really are new here!” She leaned forward. “I’ll explain the island to you. It’s basically divided. There are kooks, those who live on figure 8, that’s what we call that side of the island-” She pointed to the direction Ellie’s house was in. “-They’re the people with money, basically. Then there are the pogues, live on the cut-” She pointed to the other side. “-Not so much money, bit rough around the edges. But most of them are great people.” 

Kiara paused, giving the girl a moment to take in the information before continuing. “I know Travis and Annette. They’re kooks. Most of the time kooks and pogues don’t hang out together, but there’s a few who don’t care. I’m a kook, but my friends- those weird-looking boys over there- are pogues. I don’t get along with many kooks.”

Ellie glanced at the boys again, and this time they were all staring at her, knowing the two girls were talking about them because of the way Kiara had pointed. She motioned them over, and they fumbled their way over, the blond boy running into a chair along the way.

Ellie giggled and introduced herself. “Hi. I’m Eleanor, or Ellie.”

The blond boy shoved the brunette boy out of the way, obviously wanting to do the talking. “I’m JJ.” He stuck his hand out and Ellie took it. “And this is Pope and John B.” He gestured to the two boys, now standing slightly behind him.

She raised an eyebrow. “Not just John?” And the brunette boy shook his head frantically, smirking slightly.

“She’s new here. Travis Adair’s niece. A kook.” Kiara butted in.

Pope nodded slowly. “A kook. How old are you?”

“17,” Ellie said. “And I- I don’t think I’d fit in well with the kooks... I didn’t grow up with money. I’m not used to it. That’s why I’m here getting a job.”

JJ didn’t hesitate. “Perfect. You’ll fit in great with us!” He was loud, but Ellie didn’t mind, she actually found him kind of cute. And she didn’t miss the way he had checked her out when first coming over.

“JJ, you can’t just force her to be friends with us,” John B said.

“No, it’s okay.” She grinned at the group of teens. “I need some friends anyways.”

“Well, there’s a kegger tonight, at the boneyard. You could come.” JJ suggested.

“Uh- The boneyard?” She had no idea what that meant, and she didn’t like the sound of it. But she also hadn’t been to a party in a while. “But yeah. Sounds good.”

“Don’t worry. I know where Travis lives. I’ll pick you up. At 8?” Kiara asked.

Ellie nodded, already excited for the evening. Outer Banks might not be so bad.

--

“What are you all dolled up for?” Travis asked, pushing his reading glasses onto his head and placing down the newspaper he was reading, glancing at Ellie.

She looked down, she didn’t think she was ‘dolled up’. She was wearing some high-waisted denim shorts, a red tube top, and a black cardigan that was light and airy, perfect for the warm weather. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and while she did have on more makeup than earlier, it still wasn’t much.

“I was hoping I’d have your permission to go out tonight? I’m trying to make friends.” She glanced sheepishly at her uncle, still not knowing him too well, unsure if he was the easygoing type.

But he smiled at her, and she relaxed slightly. “Of course, girl. You going by yourself?”

“No, I’m going with Kiara, the girl from the wreck. And her friends.” She saw his smile falter when she mentioned Kiara’s friends, but he held it together, and she chose to ignore it. There’s no way he was judging them because they were pogues.

“Okay, I know Kiara’s parents. Good kid, she is.” He didn’t mention her friends. “Just don’t be out all night!”

Ellie waited for him to give her a time to be home but he didn’t. Still, she didn’t want him to have to scold her this early on so she promised herself to be home by 12. Or maybe 1.

Kiara pulled up outside, and she could see John B sat in the front seat. Ellie slid into the back, Pope on the other side and JJ in the middle. 

“Hey, kookie,” JJ teased her.

“I’m definitely not a kook! I can’t even afford to shop at Urban Outfitters.” Usually, she wouldn’t admit these kinds of things, it had always been embarrassing for her. But she got the feeling that these people wouldn’t care, and that was confirmed when JJ laughed and agreed with her.

Her leg bumped against JJ’s, and she was quick to notice. She hadn’t been around a boy, let alone three, in a while. No one wanted to hang out with a girl who’s mom was a drug addict. Thankfully, that baggage could stay hidden here, at least for now.

She knew she had to be careful though. There was no desire in her mind to rush into a relationship with a guy she barely knew. Friends were enough. Plus, she had no idea if any of these boys were with Kie.

They pulled up to a beach, full of teenagers. Kie parked and turned around in her seat. “This is the boneyard.”

The group of five made their way down to the beach, four of them immediately grabbing red solo cups while Pope decided to stay sober. John B and JJ began to playfully tease him, and Ellie couldn’t help but laugh at the playful banter. 

Kiara immediately pulled her away to dance, and she beamed, she appreciated the way the girl had just taken her in, there hadn’t been an awkward phase. She felt like she had known the girl forever.

“Whoooo!” Ellie shouted, beer sloshing over the side of her cup onto her hand. She was nowhere close to drunk, but it had been ages since she had partied, and she wanted to enjoy it.

“Been awhile?” Kie shouted over the music, reading her like a book.

“Yeah!” She shouted back. “Used to have to take care of my sister a lot!” 

The conversation ended there, the music too loud to continue talking. The girls danced for awhile. JJ’s eyes were locked on Ellie, admiring the way she moved her hips.

“Bro.” John B nudged him. “You don’t go for kooks.”

JJ pursed his lips, not looking away from the dancing girl. “I might have to make an exception.”

Eventually, the girls ran out of beer and made their way back to the boys. Ellie was desperate to get drunk, she had missed the feeling, and the little bit of beer she had was already causing her to crave more. She wandered to the keg, getting herself some more. 

Glancing back at the group, she noticed they were in deep conversation. She didn’t want to interrupt, even though they had welcomed her into the group she could still understand they had a very close bond that she didn’t fit in to. Plus she was here to make friends, so she wandered in the other direction.

Her eyes met someones, a blond-haired boy who was stood with two others. They were dressed very differently than the group she had just strayed away from, polo shirts and khaki shorts. Kooks, maybe?

Ellie made her way to the three boys, and the one she had eye contact with smirked at her. “Hey. I’m Ellie.”

“Rafe.” He introduced the other two as Topper and Kelce, but Ellie paid no attention to them. The way Rafe was staring at her was pulling her in, the way he flicked his eyes up and down over her body made her feel some type of way.

Horny. The word was horny. It had been too long since she had boy attention.

She tilted her head slightly, smirking at him, making it obvious that she was checking him out too. She was in no mood to jump into a relationship, but he could be a good fuck. 

“So you new here? A kook?” He asked her, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yup. Travis Adair’s niece so, yeah, a kook I guess.”

That seemed to satisfy him even more. “Well, you should be hanging out with the kooks then. Not them.” He motioned at the group she had been with earlier. Ellie turned slightly, noticing the way they were looking at her. Glaring at Rafe? But none of them made their way over, so she turned back around.

“I can’t have more than one group of friends?” She still didn’t fully understand the kooks and pogues thing.

“Well, I guess you can. But once you hang out with us, you won’t want to be around them anymore.” Rafe sounded sure of that, but Ellie wasn’t. She went along with him anyway, nodding. He continued, “Actually, you should hang out with us tomorrow!” He glanced to his side, but Kelce and Topper had drifted away. “Or just me.”

She nodded, and the two of them continued to drink for a while, talking back and forth. The alcohol was getting to her, and she found a burst of confidence. She pulled Rafe in. “Let’s dance!”

The pair got closer and closer, Rafe’s hands on her hips, his lips finding their way to her neck. Ellie turned herself around, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “You got somewhere we can go?”

Rafe wasted no time pulling her away, kissing her and feeling her up as they stumbled along. The alcohol had taken over her now, but she didn’t care, all she wanted now was a good fuck.

And she was gonna get it.

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Can I request a ceo playgirl Tzuyu x fem reader ? Where reader makes tzuyu believe in love? Thank you in advance and love your writing so much!

A/N; thank you so much. i have seen requests like this before where the writer places the character insert as an employee of the ceo character but i decided to try something a little bit different. also, i’ve got to be honest, i struggled to picture Tzuyu as a playgirl so this may not be too good but i hope you enjoy🖤

For the last two years, you’ve been single. Whilst you’d love to say it’s been a peaceful time-period for you, the two girls currently sitting in front of you have made it nigh on impossible. Nayeon and Sana have been your best friends since you were children but their unhealthy obsession with your dating life is beginning to become unbearable.

Sitting down to lunch, the conversation between the three of you quickly landed on the topic of what they consider your lonely, boring life. They’re animatedly discussing a brand new dating app that some wannabe hipster rich boy has created.

“So basically, you set up a profile and decide whether you wish to be the finder or the seeker. The finder is anyone looking to earn extra money by accompanying the seeker to events, parties, galas and all those other fancy things that rich people attend. They pay you for your service as their fake date and you can decide if you wish to stick with them or move onto the next millionaire. You both rate each other based on how compatible you felt the date went, it’s all very professional.” 

Nayeon’s explanation of the application deserves to be placed into an advert, she’s seemingly looked into it very thoroughly before presenting the idea of you signing up. 

The idea of dating some pretentious, stuck up person with too much wealth for their own good does not sound appealing whatsoever, and yet as you think about your dead-end job and various bills that are quickly mounting into an enormous chunk of your bank account being whisked away from you at the end of the month, you can’t help but give it a second thought.

“We both have profiles, there’s no shame in it. You don’t have to sleep with them or anything, well... unless you want to. You’re basically just arm candy for them to show off to all of their friends that they aren’t losers who isolate themselves to their offices to flirt with numbers and stocks. Trust me, it’s sad for them not you.” Sana adds.

“Fine, but if I end up with some weirdo who tries to get a little handsy, I’ll hunt you both down.”

A high-pitched squeal is all Nayeon and Sana gives you in response as they get to work in setting up a profile for you. Surely nothing will go wrong, right?

It’s been three days since the app has been taking up space on your phone. No messages. No notifications. Nothing. It’s not like you’re mindlessly checking it every couple of hours to check that your friends didn’t include something embarrassing that has been turning every potential seeker away from you, but it is starting to play on your self-conscious every now and then. Even more so when Nayeon reveals she has been on four dates since your lunch meeting.

Just as you’re about to switch off for the night and get some well-needed shut-eye, a small vibration emanates from your bedside dresser where your phone is placed.

[YOU HAVE ONE NEW MESSSAGE]

The bold lettering alongside the app’s logo lights up your bedroom. Truthfully speaking, your curiosity is in fact piqued for a split second until you realize it’s almost 3 AM and anyone using a dating app at this hour can’t be a good sign. You decide to still check who has sent you a message but only so you can tell them to get better nighttime hobbies.

However, what greets you when the app loads the singular message is tame compared to the despicable things you expected to see. 

Hello. My name is Chou Tzuyu, I am the CEO of Chou Technology. You’ll have to forgive my being blunt but I am a bit of a newbie to this here app. If you are free tomorrow, I’d like to meet with you to discuss potentially accompanying me to a business event that I am attending the following night.  If this is something you are interested in I will schedule a time-slot and give you instructions on what to wear and where we will be meeting. I know this is all very last minute but please let me know as soon as possible. Thank you.

God, just reading the message has given you a slight headache. This girl couldn’t be any more business before pleasure if she tried. You decide to click onto her profile picture to get a better sense of who she is to help you decide whether to agree to meet her or delete the message. 

Flawless golden skin, wide cat-like brown eyes, plump red lips formed into a small smile and hazelnut brown hair accentuate all of the features perfectly. You definitely did not expect the person behind such a straight-forward and bland message to be quite as beautiful as the girl you’re currently looking at through your screen. Upon scrolling through the images, you can see her alongside a small Maltese dog, posing with several other women who you assume are her friends, in a business suit outside of her company building which reveals that she’s fairly tall and her figure is to die for. All in all, you’re sold that either this woman is a catfish with impeccable Photoshop skills or there really is a goddess-like beauty using this shady app when she could probably bag anyone possible.

Hi Tzuyu. Yes, I’d love to meet with you tomorrow, anytime is fine for me just let me know.

You hesitate for several minutes debating on whether or not to add an emoji to make things a bit more casual between the two of you. You eventually decide against it and hit send. The follow-up reply comes a lot quicker than you expected.

Great. 1 PM @ Jungsik.

A quick search reveals that Jungsik is a restaurant not far from your apartment, however, the reviews and images show that it’s rather expensive and definitely way out of your very small budget. 

Would it be possible for us to meet elsewhere? It isn’t exactly in my price-range nor will I have anything remotely fancy enough to wear to a place like that.

Three small bubbles appear and disappear several times with Tzuyu’s face beside them. You begin to worry that she’s going to cancel and realize that someone like you probably isn’t a good fit for attending the event alongside her.

Send me your address. My driver will pick you up with an outfit for you to change into and dinner will be on me.

You must be dreaming. There’s no way any of this can be real. You read the words several times to try and kickstart your brain into processing them properly and despite believing they’d disappear or change into another message, it remains the same. You consider pinching yourself to double-check but decide against it. Your fingers disobey your thoughts about it being a bad idea to give Tzuyu your address as they lightly tap on the screen to tell her where you live. 

You wait for a response but it never comes. You can see that Tzuyu has read the message though and decide to finally get some rest.

Sure enough, at 12:30 PM. the buzzer to your apartment goes off and a gentleman speaks through the intercom summoning you on behalf of one Miss Chou. Entering the sleek looking car with blacked-out windows, you quickly realize that this Tzuyu woman is from an entirely different world to the one you are used to. A white box is resting beside you and the driver instructs you to put it on. 

You open up the box and pull out a black satin mini dress. The texture of the item alone calls you broke but you also notice that whoever purchased the item forgot to remove the price tag. Your jaw almost hits the floor upon seeing that it’s worth more than three times your monthly salary. Again, you’re left to question whether any of this can possibly be real until the car suddenly comes to a stop. 

“I’ll step out now to let you change but please be quick. Miss Chou does not like to wait.” The driver says as he exits the vehicle.

You change into the dress as fast as humanly possible and exit also. You follow him through a set of doors into the stylish restaurant. This is no doubt be the cleanliest place you’ve ever eaten and worlds apart from the diner you’d regularly visit on your work breaks. Oh, how the other side lives you think.

“The table at the back, blue jacket. Enjoy.” The driver directs you towards a woman with her back facing you and hurriedly leaves. 

Your steps towards the table are hesitant and you can’t help but smooth out the new dress several times in fear you aren’t wearing it correctly or rather doing such a fancy item of clothing justice. When you finally reach the table where Tzuyu is seated you decide upon clearing your throat to gain her attention instead of sitting straight down. She stands to face you and her eyes scan over your entire body on the way up.

Even in high-heels, Tzuyu is still somehow towering above you both in height and demeanor. She’s elegant and graceful in her movements and you instantly feel self-conscious under her intense gaze. The pictures of her showed you that she is beautiful and yet here before you, they do not fully do her justice as she’s that and more. 

“Please, sit.” She motions you towards the chair opposite her own and waits for you to be seated until she herself does the same. “Thank you for joining me. I hope the dress is adequate enough, I had to guess your size based on your pictures. I wasn’t sure if it was something you’d like but it felt like a safe guess.”

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” She nods at your graciousness and moves to pick up one of the menus, when you go to do the same she grasps your hand and prevents you from doing so. 

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to order for both of us.” You drop your hand back to beside your lap and allow her to inform the waiter she’d like you to have her usual whilst she goes for filet mignon. “It’s by far the best dish, you won’t be disappointed.” 

However, when a lobster dish is presented before you, you can’t help but feel out of place. Tzuyu is quick to notice your confusion and fears she has in fact let you down before she’s even been able to present her plan for you to join her next week to you. 

“Is everything okay? Do you have an allergy? Is it not cooked to your standard?”

“No, it’s fine. It’s just, well… I’ve never eaten lobster before. I’m unsure of where to start.” A laugh lodges itself in Tzuyu’s throat with your words. “I’m glad you find my lack of fine-dining experience funny.” You roll your eyes annoyed at her clear arrogance. 

“I promise you, I am not laughing at you. I was once the same, I had no idea about any of this kind of stuff for a long time.” She offers you a genuine smile as she stands to move beside your seat to show you how to properly remove the flesh and what not to eat. “There you go, this stuff here is fine but this is the shell. Unless you wish to choke, stay clear of it.” 

Before you can truly think about it, words just begin flying out of your mouth after seeing such a kind action from by far the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid eyes upon.

“I have to ask, how come you’re using that app? If you don’t mind me saying, you’re a beautiful and charming woman. I don’t understand how you’re possibly single.” 

A more genuine and louder laugh exits Tzuyu’s mouth this time and for the first time, you can see that this is the real her and not the person she must try hard to present.

“Well, for a lot of years I struggled to see the appeal of commitment. I had plenty of companions to fill my spare time, however, none of them were ever the right for me. The position I’m hoping you will fill is somewhat different. As far as the women I have previously engaged with, I’d rather not show up to something like this with someone I have had casual sex with on my arm.”

Your face must be in a stunned state as Tzuyu continues to chuckle looking deeply into your eyes. Her honesty is weirdly refreshing and unsettling at the same time.

“I apologize if my bluntness surprises you, I just figure it’s best if we are both honest with each other here. In fact, that leads me to my next question,” She lightly brushes her mouth with a napkin before continuing. “Are you currently dating or meeting with anyone else from the application?”

Not willing to ruin the flow of honesty between the two of you, you tell Tzuyu that she is the first to reach out to you and that you wouldn’t be using the app if you were dating. She seems surprisingly happy with your answer though you’re unsure why. 

“That’s… good. I’d like it very much if you would keep it that way until I am sure that I no longer need your services. I don’t believe you will run in the same circles as those attending the event but I have to be sure.” You nod along not wishing to interrupt her thoughts. “Don’t worry, the event may be formal but I promise you the people attending will all be far too busy discussing themselves to bother you much. If you feel uncomfortable, simply tell me you need some fresh air and I will make sure to get you out of there.”

So far, Tzuyu is too good to be true. You will have to thank Nayeon and Sana for convincing you to sign-up for this app. 

“I will have another dress delivered to you in the morning with suitable shoes and accessories. Do you have a-” Tzuyu physically stops herself from finishing her question and curses to herself. “I will also send a stylist to take care of your hair, make-up and anything else you’re worried about.” 

“Are you sure all of this is necessary? I’m no one special Miss Chou.” The use of her family name stirs up a dark expression as Tzuyu’s eyes appear to be mentally undressing you. She shakes herself out of it before you can take notice of it. 

“Yes, you are. It may have been on short notice when I contacted you but quite frankly, you are a naturally beautiful person. I have seen plenty of attractive people within my life but none more so than you. Why do you think I have gone to all of this trouble thus far? I don’t just do this kind of thing for anyone. The majority of my relationships are a one-time thing that are not given the chance to progress further.” 

Once again, Chou Tzuyu has managed to confuse you. Your eyebrows have never felt so scrunched together quite as tightly as they are now. 

“What exactly are you saying?” is all you can whisper out in response.

“I’m saying that I’d like for you to attend this event with me. But, more importantly, I’d quite like it if you’d agree to do something like this with me more often. I will gladly pay you for your services tomorrow night in making me look good in front of a bunch of boring, old businessmen. Afterward, I’d like for you to allow me to date you. I can’t say that it will be an easy thing for either of us as I still very much so fear commitment, but I am hoping to learn, for you.” 

This time, you do pinch yourself to make sure everything you’re hearing is real and the stinging in your arm confirms you’re not currently dreaming. Your brain is running at a thousand miles-per-hour and struggling to formulate clear thoughts. 

“You do not need to answer now, attend the event with me. We can get to know each other whilst everyone else inflates their own ego. Then, we can see where things lead us. How does that sound?”

Truthfully, it sounds like a whirlwind, and yet you can’t help but agree.

“It sounds lovely.”

[manggojooz]

Take My Hands Now (Part 4)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

word count: 2,910

genre: drama

summary: You were born with a condition that allowed you to feel the pain someone else was going through when you touched them. Jungkook, on the other hand, looked like he could not be any less bothered with other people’s feelings and was a well known playboy of the school. One night, at a party, while he attempted to turn you into his toy for the night, he grabbed your hand and pain crashed through you, making you wonder whether behind the facade of this pleasure seeker, he could also be hiding something.

warnings: nothing, PG max 

comments: it’s long, i’m sorry i got carried away coz i wanted this to make myself feel better about the last few days. so... there’s lots of jungkook x reader interactions

"Is either one of us really ok?”

You were still looking at him with anger and tears in your eyes. Once you were able to catch your breath again, you promptly got off the bed and lumbered towards the nurse station.  

“Hi, excuse me... can I leave now? I'm fine now”, you asked the nurse on duty, eager to get out of this place and get away from that man.  

“Sure, just need you to sign on this and settle the bill”, she replied.  

Right. You didn’t have your wallet or your phone with you. What now? Should you ask her if you could go look for your store manager? Will she be willing to let you go off just like that?  

“Here”, Jungkook handed over his card to the nurse.  

---

“I’ll pay you back for the hospital bill and this taxi fare tomorrow”, you said after getting onto the taxi that Jungkook had hailed for the both of you. You disliked the feeling that you owed him something.  

“Mmhmm, but you actually have a lot more to pay me back for other than just that”, he said cryptically.  

“What do you mean?”  

“Just you know, interest and all that. Nothing’s free in this world, Y/N”, he said as he sat next to you in the backseat.  

His demeanour was subtly different from earlier, just enough for you to feel it. He was looking out the car window, his shoulders slanting towards you, right hand resting on the door’s armrest, tapping his index finger slowly. On the flipside, You were sitting as close as possible to the car door, ready to jump out the moment the taxi reached your university hostel, constantly worrying whether he’ll probe further about you.  

Jungkook was revisiting his encounters with you. You definitely feel something whenever someone touches you. He thought about it some more. Both the times he touched you, you cried. So you could sense sadness? But wait, the pregnant woman touched you and you fainted. So it’s not just emotions?  

His phone was continuously buzzing and he didn’t even bother to check who it was.  

“Don’t you want to pick that up?”, you asked as the constant vibrations were starting to bother you.

“No. It’s probably just Hoseok wanting to know why I’m not answering, which is why I’m not answering”, he replied with his eyes still peeled on the buildings passing outside the car window.  

You glanced at the clock at the front of the taxi, “11.53pm”. It was already that late? But it’s probably considered early for predators like him.  

The rest of the journey was surprisingly quiet, he didn’t pester you, he didn’t ask you more questions, he just sat there next to you as though he thought you needed time to heal from the trauma earlier.  

He only said “I’ll see you tomorrow” as you were alighting.  

“What? Why?”, you were sure the only lecture you shared with him was not tomorrow.  

“What do you mean why? Aren’t you going to pay me back tomorrow? That’s what you said. Now go rest”, with that he reached over easily from his seat with his long arms to close the car door you were still holding.  

---

Early next morning you went to the book store to collect your belongings before class. There were a slew of messages and missed calls from Mirae and Namjoon. You wasted no time assuring them that you were fine, and then slowly scrolled through all the messages until you reached the ones which had triggered their worries:  

“Is that you Y/N, in the video??? Y/N, where are you???  

Why haven’t you been replying the whole night??  

You’re scaring us... You’d better be crashed out sleeping! If I don’t hear from you by morning, I'm going to storm your room!!”  

You opened the video Mirae had sent. It was a video some passerby must have taken of the pregnant lady in the bookstore and it captured the exact moment you fainted from the contact with her. You were just grateful that whoever took the video only had a low-resolution camera.  

As you were about to turn it off out of sheer embarrassment, you saw a figure rush towards your unconscious form in the video. He hovered over you, seemingly shaking your shoulders trying to wake you. That was when the labouring woman grabbed a handful of his dark brown hair and he flailed back in shock. You burst out laughing at the shaky fuzzy footage.  

He somehow managed to coax the woman to let go of his luscious locks and allowed her to grip his hand instead for support. Then, the video skipped to various paramedics descending on the scene. The lady was placed on a stretcher and was being wheeled out from the store. Meanwhile, your store manager was busy pointing towards your motionless body on the ground and speaking in a frenzy to one of the paramedics. They looked like they were arguing over something when that same male figure suddenly barged in between them and just lifted you off the ground, disappearing out of the camera’s sight.

Now what he said to you in the cab yesterday made some sense. At least in the video, he didn’t seem like the cold and distant non-human that the rumours made him out to be.  

Perhaps you have been letting other people’s words affect your judgment too much; you of all people should know how much it hurts when others assumed what they knew about you.  

---

Classes ended monotonously that day and you had a late lunch with Namjoon and Mirae, filling them in on what had happened the day before. Mirae was having a blast re-watching the video knowing now that the guy who had his hair almost pulled out by the suffering mother was none other than the chic and haughty Jeon Jungkook.  

After lunch you went to the bookstore again for your shift. It was still as quiet, as though the whole hoo-ha that was yesterday had never actually happened.  

Jungkook said he’ll see you today, but how? “Don’t tell me he was going to suddenly pop up here”, you thought to yourself, after all this was probably the only place he knew where he could find you.  

Just then the ringing of the counter phone broke your daze and you rushed over to get the call.  

“Hi this is Euphoria Books, how may I help you?”

“Hi Y/N…”, you froze at his voice. He called you on the freaking bookstore main line?!

“… Jungkook here.”

Silence on your end.  

“Didn’t mean to scare you, but how’s the repayment looking today? You might be raking up more interest than you think.”  

You couldn’t leave the store because the manager had gone out to run errands and you were the only one around.  

“I can’t meet you now, I’m working.”

“Yeah ok, that’s cool cause I’m caught up with something too, can you just pay me back the money through a phone transfer, you know how to do that right? You just gotta key in my phone number, and then…”

What the… did he need the money that urgently that he will call you to transfer it to him now-now? But who were you to question since you were the one owing the debt and seriously, you were just glad this meant that you don’t actually have to meet him in person any more.

“Yeah of course I know how to do it”, you took down his number, he quipped a ‘thanks’ and kept down the phone.  

Still puzzled, you fumbled around for your handphone. It has only been a few weeks since you managed to figure this handphone payment transfer deal. Isn’t technology amazing nowadays? You were not that amazing at it though and it took you a good five minutes to do something so simple but when it was finally done, you were relieved. It felt like you had at least paid something back to him. 

You put down your phone and stood up from the counter to get back to work when the face that greeted you almost made your heart jump out from your chest.  

“Oh my goshhh, you gave me a shock! What the hell… didn’t you just say you were caught up with something and asked me to do a phone transfer to you? What are you doing here now?”, you said exasperatedly.  

Jungkook was just standing there, leaning against the counter on his left arm.

“Yeah I was caught up with something”, he placed a cup of iced americano in front of you.  

“And yes, I did also tell you to do a phone transfer…”, he whipped out his phone and placed it on the counter for you to see. The bank app page was opened:    

“[your phone number]         $375  

Received at 4.16pm”

“… because how else would I get your phone number?”, he said while taking a sip from his own drink.  

You were baffled that he would even come up with something like this.  

“Maybe you can just try asking next time?”, you said while looking at him with a questioning frown.  

“I would have tried. But the last few times I asked you anything the reception wasn’t exactly what I would call… responsive”, now he was just leaning on the counter with both elbows and his face a tad too close to yours for comfort.  

Granted, he did have a point though. Perhaps you were needlessly stand-offish to him since the start.  

---

Jungkook ended up hanging around in the store and it wasn’t as if you could just chase him out because he was pretending to be flipping through each of the books on the display shelf.  

You tried your best to ignore his presence but you looked at the coffee he brought for you and noticed a piece of yellow paper stuck to it. Turning the cup around, it said, “Sorry for what I did in the hospital yesterday.”  

---

The next day he came again, brought you a cappuccino this time around.  

He chose to stroll around in the manga section that afternoon, lazily sipping on his own drink, which you have now come to realise looks more like an iced chocolate rather than coffee.

“Are you going to keep doing this?”  

“Doing what?”, he looked up at you quizzically.  

“This!”, you gestured to him sitting on the floor reading one of the manga. “Do you want something from me? Because to be honest, you don’t look like you belong in a bookstore”, you said.  

“No? I thought I would just hang around, you know, in case another pregnant woman comes around.”  

Strictly speaking, there wasn’t anything wrong with what he was doing or what he said, but something was always so off tangent about it.

“Ok that is just bizarre, what are the chances something like that would happen, again?”  

“This is bizarre?”, he got up from the floor, “I thought you are more... bizarre. How do you feel things when you touch someone? Do you sense everything they feel? How does that even work?”  

You rather disliked the fact that he was so quick-witted to deduce such things.  

“I wouldn’t know how it worked, I was just born with it. It's not as if I could ask the heavens why they made me this way or ask them to fix me, you know.”, you were avoiding the crux of the question.  

“True that, wouldn’t it be good if we could leave a bad review for them sometimes?”, he said rather earnestly while pointing up towards nothingness. And you must be delusional, because you actually felt understood for a moment, by him.  

---  

Another day, another cup of coffee; vanilla latte.  

He was still drinking that iced chocolate from the coffee place though.  

“Why do you always get iced chocolate for yourself?”, you asked while walking up to him who was holding a book in his other hand, trying a bit too hard to look like he could actually be interested in reading about the life of Michelle Obama.  

“I don’t drink coffee. It’s too bitter”, he replied while sticking his tongue out and making a face like Disgust would in “Inside Out”.  

“Hah, as if alcohol doesn’t taste bitter. You don’t seem to have a problem with drinking that.”  

“There’s a difference”, he said. “You endure the bitterness of coffee to become more awake, but you get through the bitterness of alcohol and, hopefully, you are less awake”, he said while closing the book he was holding.  

---

Fourth day, and he brought you a mocha, still chocolate for himself; he might be running out of options pretty soon.  

There were hardly any customers that day and the manager was out again. You were browsing through the music section until you picked out an album and put it into the player. Sure, music can be digital nowadays, but there was something about putting a disc into a player that you just related to; maybe you felt like you were able to feel the music that way.  

Jungkook snuck behind you and suddenly asked, “What’s that?”  

“A CD player?”, you answered.

“Obviously. I meant the album.”

“It’s just a random one I picked out”, actually it wasn’t, you liked that artist.  

He just shrugged and continued mindlessly flipping through the albums aligned perfectly on the sides of the shelves.  

“I think I haven’t thanked you for the other day”, you abruptly said to him.  

“Which part?”, he probably has no idea you saw the video of his hair being almost tugged out. Just having reminded yourself of it made you smile a little.

“For... just, everything”, you replied, “and you can stop buying me coffees now.”  

His hands stopped in the middle of the stack of CDs he was disturbing and his heart skipped a beat.  

He cleared his throat and said, “I was just trying to figure out what kind of coffee you liked, but you didn’t finish any of them... so I’m not sure this is working out very well”, his tone sounding like he wanted to test your reaction.  

“Caramel macchiato, I like that. Next time just ask me. But you can stop buying me coffee for real”, you answered with the tiniest smile still on your face.  

Then, the cogs in his mind started to turn.  

“Well, if you really wanted to thank me for something, why not buy me dinner? How about tonight?”

“Don’t you have better places to be at night?”, you didn’t want to succumb, “pick anything from here...”, you gestured the entire store, “I’ll gift that to you instead.” 

---

“Must say she’s an interesting and difficult one.”

Jungkook muttered to Hoseok who was busy setting up the new Hi-Fi system that he just bought for their school hideout. Given that they are from the rich families sponsoring the university, it was a piece of cake for them to get a private basement practice room to use at their leisure.  

“Who? Oh that one, which you have been trying to land since…”, Hoseok started counting on his fingers when a pillow hit his face.  

“Don’t take it out on me man! You know these people are all interesting until you get to know them. Then you realise they are all the same, just wearing different skins. So why don’t you just pick one that has a prettier skin?”,  Hoseok said while hurling the pillow back onto the couch Jungkook was sitting on.  

“You don’t get it, she’s different.”  

“Oh wow, is she now? How so, Romeo?”, Hoseok was getting increasingly better at his patronizing act.  

“Jung Hoseok, you continue with this and the next thing hitting your face will be my fist”, Jungkook said sternly before calming down, “... she has this ability, I don’t quite get the mechanics yet but it seems like she can feel what you are feeling when you touch her? You know what I mean? Like superpowers of sorts?”

Jungkook can literally make out the words ‘I don’t get it’ on Hoseok’s face. And after a moment Hoseok’s eyes suddenly lit up like when Jack Sparrow saw rum and asked, “ooohhhh, so if you are feeling horny and you touched her, will she…?”.  

Jungkook glared at him really hard but he had no answer.  

“What? It’s a legitimate question”, Hoseok tried to defend himself. “So what gives? What are you trying to do? The usual modus operandi? Reel in and ditch?”  

“It’s not going to be that easy isn’t it”, Jungkook’s tactics have almost always been physical.  

“How do you catch something that can sense your intentions...”, wondered Jungkook.  

Hoseok laughed at him, seeing how Jungkook is taking the hunt so seriously. “Since your birthday party is next week, can you please get over this one by then”, he said while sitting down on the armrest of the huge couch.  

“What birthday party? Since when was I having one?”  

“Dude! You really think I’m gonna waste a perfectly good excuse to have a party? It'll be your birthday but it’s gonna be my party, ok? You better be there. And that’s one week for you to be done with your Ms. Superpowers”, Hoseok said while patting Jungkook’s chest with the back of his hands.  

Jungkook looked back at him with a glint in his eyes, he hasn’t felt this motivated in a long time.  

[etraytin]

Quarantine, Day 56

Not a whole lot happened today, but I am vindicated by the orthopedic surgeon, who scolded my mother in law for walking around without the damn brace on for three additional days and gave her another X-ray to make sure she hadn't caused more damage. She has a different brace now, one that is less unwieldy and easier to take on and off. This is good because she is actually wearing it, but bad because she insists that he told her it was a walking brace and has taken that to mean she does not need to sit down anymore. Her foot was swollen and painful by evening so hopefully that conclusion will be revisited tomorrow. If nothing else, I have to take her to an appointment and if necessary I can just drive us around randomly for three or four hours till we run low on gas because riding in the car is one time when she is literally strapped into a chair. 

I made an excursion today to the small tailgate market, which was held in a highly diffident manner in the parking lot of a local funeral home. It was raining, but that just meant I got to use my beautiful umbrella, and maybe that a few stray germs were washed away. I got more flowers, and some little plantlets for the kiddo to plant in the yard, and some lettuce and beets. Good times. I had to pay by Paypal at some of the booths that were so contactless they didn't even take cards, so that was exciting. My efforts at safe shopping were helped by a care package from my sister, who has connections in shoppy places and was able to score me disinfecting wipes and a box of nitrile gloves, plus extra hand sanitizer and a few other goodies. She also sent me the correct brand of poultry seasoning after I bemoaned my lack the other day while making stuffing. She is a _very_ good sister. So I was able to clean myself and my umbrella and my purchases and bring them very safely into the house, where they were much appreciated. It does look a lot nicer in here with some fresh flowers, especially since the weather had been so blah. 

A lot of today was still trying to figure out what we're going to do if and when my FIL is ready to leave the rehab place in a couple of weeks. It turns out that everything is incredibly expensive and insurance and Medicare will cover hardly anything. So that's not great. 24-hour in-home care costs something like 500 dollars per day, which is completely insane. I know for goddamned sure that the actual person providing the service isn't making 23 dollars an hour even for the time when they are sleeping, so somebody along the chain is making bank for doing basically nothing.  That is, of course, the heart of America's for-profit medical system. We can try to get somebody in to help in the morning and the evening, but the nights are also a big problem, and the middle of the day can be quite difficult as well. He really probably needs to be placed in a skilled care facility, but COVID-19 has made even the nicest of those places pretty damn grim right now. It's hard to know what to do, and there are no real good choices.

(One of the home care providers told me that most of their 24 hour clients afforded them by using long-term care insurance. I went to the trade industry site for long term care insurance because I didn't know anything about it, and found a page with the long, long list of conditions under which they advised you not to even bother to try and get insurance. Any preexisting condition, basically, or if you were old. They offered a half-hearted apology to the vast majority of the populace who are uninsurable and advised them to tell their loved ones to invest early in long-term care insurance so they don't suffer the same fate. It's a sick sumbich world we live in, my friends.) 

Let's see, other interesting things that I will appreciate having added to the historical record in the future, hmm. My new IUD has resulted in a period lasting ten days and counting this month, contributing substantially to my overall sunny and optimistic outlook on life. The only thing worse than a period that lasts a third of the month is one where toilet paper supplies are limited. At least I can still get tampons. I got into my mother in law's Gmail account and unsubscribed her from about sixty commercial mailing lists, then downloaded the app for her so it would organize her mail into tabs. I have no idea how she was reading any of her mail before, as those sixty mailing lists I removed her from are only the pieces of mail that arrived over the course of about a day and a half. This will be better. My husband and the kiddo went over for another window visit at the rehab center and took birdseed to fill the feeder outside his dad's window. I think he will enjoy that. One of the most Republican people on my Facebook feed agreed with me that disbanding the Coronavirus task force at the White House was asinine but also probably good to get the response away from the White House. I don't even know how to feel about that, but since Trump has changed his mind again it probably doesn't matter. 

I tried to make whipped mocha coffee by adding cocoa powder to the instant coffee and sugar before whipping it. It was terrible and extremely sticky. Do not recommend. Instead I ate several handfuls of chocolate chips straight from the container (see also: neverending period) and got the new filter into the Keurig to allow for regular coffee to be made once more. Good job, me! Time to reward myself with a more horizontal position. 

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