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angelguk · 4 years ago

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→ pu$$y fairy — a jeongguk scenario

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 3.2k

genre: smut + college!au + jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virginity au

warnings: virgin!oc / blowjob / we talk about dicks for a bit / oc is strange / jaykay is confused / cum swallowing / first times / not really edited / mingyu the meddling best fwend

soundtrack: on the way, jhene aiko + hold on (slowed and reverb), the internet

Jeongguk doesn’t hate Mingyu. He truly doesn’t. He is one of his closest friends after all; he’d held him up after Jeongguk had dumped half a keg down his throat and his legs had promptly collapsed. He’d also been a successful wingman for when Jeongguk was aiming to add Seolhyun to the list of girls he’d bagged, sent pictures of his organic chemistry notes when Jeongguk had missed more than half of the classes in high school and didn’t laugh at him when he was heart-broken over Sua and borderline depressed. He was a true friend; someone Jeongguk could rely on. It was a simple brother-like relationship that Jeongguk deeply treasured. So no, he could never hate Mingyu – but he could absolutely long to punch that insufferable asshole in the face.

He should have known this was going to go downhill exceptionally fast the moment you stumbled into his room, wide-eyed and nervous in your unsure steps. When his pants had hit the ground, the shock in your eyes was a dead giveaway to how messy this whole arrangement was going to be. The second clear sign was when you jumped out his window because the sight of his bare dick terrified you.

And this was all the result of Mingyu being a meddling shit who didn’t know when to mind his business.

He remembers it with a clarity that makes his shoulders tense, how Mingyu had snuck you into the conversation while twisting a soju bottle in his hands.

“Yo… JK…. You mind if I ask you a question?” He’d said. Jeongguk shrugged, focused on flipping the meat on the grill because he was starving and the prospect of cooked meat was a lot more appealing than feigning interest in a conversation. “Alright…," Mingyu took his silence as a cue to speak. “Have you ever fucked a virgin?”

He should have known then. He really should have known.

“I don’t know. I don’t ask any questions when I’m hard,” Jeongguk had replied, unknowing of the dangerous path this conversation was guiding him down.

“Yeah and most of the time you don’t fuck on an actual bed. I’m not even surprised you don’t ask questions.”

“Hey!” Jeongguk had swung the tongs around. “I ask important ones, like consent and making sure we’ve got a condom around. But virginity? Not my concern.”

“Seems a bit…. Whorish to me.”

“Not whorish. I just have my priorities elsewhere… Like cumming for example.”

Mingyu had sighed as he poured him a shot, the air leaving his lips heavy. “I shouldn’t even be asking you to be honest. You’re a decent guy but your kind of a dickhead when it comes to sex.”

“How does not pondering on virginity make me dickhead? Again, as I said, priorities are elsewhere.”

“Dude you’ve never even tried to have meaningful sex at least once in your life. When was the last time you were actually emotionally invested in the person you were sleeping with? Hmm?”

The answer was Sua and he knew that but Mingyu was decent enough to keep her name out of his mouth, the judging look in his eyes saying enough.

“You know… I don’t do well with the whole emotional thing. I prefer it physical. It’s less messy. But what does this even have to do with virginity?” Jeongguk hated to admit it but he was somewhat interested in where this conversation was going. If only he knew it was leading to a massive train wreck of the one thing, he steered clear from – emotions.

Mingyu had just sighed again, tipping the soju bottle into his shot glass once more. “There’s a girl who I’d like you to meet.”

He’d scoffed, mouth stuffed with a perilla leaf wrap. “You know I don’t do blind dates.”

“It’s not a blind date,” Mingyu had retorted, the glance he threw at his friend’s direction precarious. “She wants you to take her virginity.”

Jeongguk had choked. Of course, he had. Even if sex didn’t mean much to him, taking someone’s first time like that felt very transactional. And Jeongguk wasn’t that big of a dickhead. But then Mingyu had opened his mouth, spewing various details about your life to him that he would rather have not heard over a KBBQ lunch. You were a friend from one of his business lectures, rather eccentric but sweet and funny. You were also a virgin and terrified of approaching men on your own, one of the reasons Mingyu had sprung up this arrangement. Jeongguk wasn’t one to fall into things like this but it was too late. Mingyu was a marketing major for a reason, he knew how to spin words in his favour, convince people into agreeing to things that they normally would not. And that’s how Jeongguk found himself staring at your retreating figure after you’d thrown your body right out his window, landing hard on the lawn of the house he rented with Namjoon and Seokjin. The crazy thing was that you’d gotten up immediately, not showing any sign of a broken bone or injuries, before promptly sprinting down the road to the bus stop. He should have known then. He really should have known. And yet, here he is, pants discarded on the floor of his room and his dick aching from being unrelieved for longer than it’s ever been, while you crouch over him, squinting at his penis like it’s a foreign object that could kill you.

“Could you please stop staring at my penis like that.” He says it out of frustration, but also the way you’re examining his length makes him feel self-conscious in a way he hasn’t felt like in a long time.

“Sorry,” you murmur, not breaking eye contact with his dick. “I’m just… fascinated. It’s rather….” The sentence tapers out and you swallow hard as if it pains you to admit it, “...Ugly.”

Jeongguk decides then and there he hates you.

“I mean... It’s not that it’s ugly!” you swiftly attempt to amend, catching the glare he directs at you. “It’s also big!”

“I know. And you just said it was ugly,” Jeongguk retorts, weighing the options in his head. Either get a poor blowjob from a girl he’s terrified of (but also bizarrely attracted too) or kick you out of his room and finish himself off. The situation sucks either way but it’s better than the last time when you’d leapt out of the window like a gazelle.

“I misspoke,” you say, gently falling onto your knees. You flash him a shy smile, a soft delicate little thing that makes your eyes glitter and Jeongguk instantly picks the first option. “It’s just different to what I expected it to look like.”

He scoffs, swallowing hard on the sudden lump in his throat. “There’s no way you haven’t seen a dick before. You don’t watch porn?”

The grimace you make is enough of an answer. “I have… Not all the time though, it’s too much for me sometimes. Also, it’s weird seeing it in real life and not, like, through a screen.”

“Noted. But still, it’s not that ugly,” Jeongguk murmurs, trying not to compare his penis to the visuals he has in his head. His pride is wounded from that comment he won’t deny it.

“It kinda is,” you reply. Jeongguk flicks your forehead in retaliation. “Ow! Why’d you do that.” There’s that stupid pout in your lips as you glower at him. He despises how his dick twitches at the sudden thought of your pretty mouth wrapped around his length. Despises it even more when you gasp at the slight motion trembling through him. “It moves?!”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk sighs, wondering how on Earth you’re over the age of twenty and still like this. “It does. Also, don’t insult my dick. It’s rude.”

“Sorry again,” you pause as if you’re considering whether what you might utter next is offensive. You open your mouth anyway, unable to comprehend the fact that your words are slowly chipping away at his ego. “It’s kinda scary that it moves.”

“Oh my god, you are the literal worst.” Jeongguk thinks his boner might evaporate. It’s a miracle it’s lasted this long. You’d sauntered into his room around half an hour again and he’d been hard from the get-go. Truly amazing his balls hadn’t shrivelled up yet. “You know you’re about to blow me off right?”

“I know… I’m stupid,” you counter, eyebrows furrowing together like you’re attempting to figure out exactly how Jeongguk’s dick works. It’d be very simple if you just asked him. It’s essentially an up and down motion, some swirls, a lot of wetness. Nothing too difficult. But when you glance up at him, the innocent glaze over your eyes almost hopeless, he can tell it feels the same as defusing a bomb. “I just… Don’t know what to do. Show me?”

And there it is - the foolish little thing that landed Jeongguk here half-naked on the edge of his bed in the first place. Even though you were mildly repulsed by the male autonomy you were still so eager to learn. Something Jeongguk didn’t know he would be into until you posed that question and his balls tightened in a way they have never done before.

“Okay,” he mumbles, hoping you don’t suspect the twitch that runs through his length when you say that. Not like you would, to be fair.

But then you sweep your hair back, lean in fast, no preparation or anything before your breath is brushing against his crotch and Jeongguk nearly screams.

“Woah, woah, woah! I thought you just asked me to show you? What are you doing?” Maybe he scuttles further down the bed, terrified of the rush of heat you send straight to his gut.

Your eyes flicker upward, bright and ingenuous. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“You’re not -,” Jeongguk sighs breath weighing through the air. “You’re not doing it wrong. I just think... We should go slow right? It’s your first time? Maybe don’t rush into it?”

“I watched a YouTube video and they said to do it like that,” you reply. Jeongguk can’t help but blink at you, brain reeling from attempting to understand your being.

“You watched a - never mind. You’re giving me a headache. And I thought you knew nothing. Porn would have been a better research alternative but to each their own.”

“I did it for preparation! I didn't know it’d be this nerve-wracking in real life. And, I told you, real dicks are gross. She used a dildo.”

“How is a dildo any different to a real dick?” Jeongguk fingers dig into the mattress a little harder when you lean it once more, gingerly resting your head against his knee.

“It’s just different. Less grotesque. And they come in various colours.”

He might just actually scream. “It’s literally made to replicate a penis.”

You sigh, your breath skipping against his skin. The room is suddenly tight, closing in on him and you’re not even really touching him. And then you catch your lip between your teeth, pressing down with a quick thoughtful bite. “I think you’re deflecting right now.”

“I’m not,” he splutters. “Why would I even be deflecting right now?”

“I mean, we’re having a conversation about dildos when your dick is hard and I’m meant to be blowing you. Sounds like deflection doesn’t it?” He hates the way your eyes glitter, bright and captivating as your gaze locks into his.

“Like I said,” Jeongguk retorts, “We should take it slow.”

“Okay then. I’m done talking about dildos unless you have anything else to add?”

“I don’t,” he murmurs, “Okay then, onto giving a blowjob.”

“Onto giving a blowjob,” you reiterate. And then, like a psychopath, you smile. “Where should I start?”

He hates that body is on edge right now, hands trembling even though he hides them by squeezing his bed-sheets tight. “Try giving it a lick first? You can put your hand around the base too - if you want to.”

“Here?” His knees nearly buckle when you wrap your warm palm around his length, grip firm around the base of his cock. But that’s nothing to the gentle lap of your tongue against the side of his cock, a quick little thing and nearly launches him off the bed.

“Oh - uh - yeah, there.” His voice sounds far off and without warning your mouth is against him once more, tongue a sinful little thing that slips along his length, wet and warm and so sneaky he’s unsure of what to respond with apart from an instinctual buck of his hips. It’s easy like this, your tongue pressed against his cock and your hands slowly dragging upwards, placing a perfect pressure along his length that leaves him sighing into the air of his bedroom. Your movements grow more direct, reading the increasing desperation in Jeongguk’s body as he moves closer and closer to you, waiting until you feel sure enough. And then, finally, your mouth sinks onto him.

He nearly whimpers. Nearly. There’s a heat pooling in his gut and ebbs through every muscle and nerve, the coil of his desire springing tighter with each inch that slips down your throat. You take him so well, Jeongguk can’t help but watch in awe, the wideness in your eyes making him harder than he’s ever been in his life. Even with your inexperience, the way you swallow his cock is obscene. It’s an imagery Jeongguk engraves in his memory, purposefully stored because he knows he’ll think about it whenever his desires override his logical thoughts again. You lap him up like you want this, a soft moan echoing from your throat and along his length as you move deeper, mouth plaint to his dick. He forces himself to sit still, give you the time to adjust, lick and taste to your leisure, forcing the impending wave of heat back down into his gut. He holds it there even when you move away, the sound of your wet mouth popping off his dick permeating the air.

And of course, you lick your lips afterwards, a swift swipe of your pink tongue against them, your eyes trained on his.

“Like that?” you ask.

Jeongguk’s going to die. He is. And you’ll be the reason why listed on his death certificate.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, chest tight with want. “Like that.”

You lean back in without question, mouth taking his length like you were made for it and your hand works against the parts of him you can’t reach just yet. His mind wanders as his eyes take in this sight of you, on your knees and mouth open wide just for him. Someday he’d like to see if you could truly take his length, all of it. Down your throat. Hard and fast like his hips wanted to go. But this is more than perfect. How you concentrate on blowing him like you want to see him spill himself down your throat. It’s almost adorable, the earnestness in your gaze every time your eyes flicker upwards as your mouth moves along his cock. He likes this more than he’s willing to admit, the slowness in your pace, how your tongue is shy sometimes when it laves against his tip. It’s a change from what he usually gets - and a welcome one too. A tiny part of him feels like it would be fitting to hold your hand. You’re so pretty too, especially when your lips are on him. He’d like to take care of you, see what your face looked like when his tongue was deep inside of you, know what your taste like as you moan out his name. He doesn’t even register the words as they leave his mouth, head lost in the images colouring his thoughts.

“Taking me so well, baby,” he can’t help the grunt, the pet name natural to him, “So pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

And you hum like you like it - like you like pleasing him, sinking further down until his tip bumps against the back of your throat. The zip down his spine nearly sends him spiralling.

“Baby,” he feels it then, when your eyes shift to meet his, the snap in his gut. “F-fuck, I’m gonna cum. You need to stop right now if you don’t want to down your throat.”

But you don’t, moving faster like the twitch of his dick in your mouth spurs him on, your lips firm as they wrap around him. He doesn’t hold in his moves this time, hips gently moving up to meet your mouth, the tremor running through his bulky thighs nothing but a warning before it hits him hard. A wave of heat, melting through his muscles as his eyes flutter shut, your tongue lapping him right up, no protest as he unravels down your throat. It’s over in an instant but Jeongguk feels like mush, head floating and his bones soft with how hard his back hits the mattress. You pull off his length a second later, letting him feel you swallow all of him first.

“Holy shit.” His mouth is still disconnected from his brain.

There’s a beat of silence, so awkward that Jeongguk shuffles himself back onto his elbows even though his bones feel like giving way. And then your laugh tinkles through the air, a soft gentle thing that makes his heart seize in his chest.

“That… wasn’t so bad,” you say, staring at him with an ease that spikes an urge to press his lips against yours in his heart.

“Oh,” he replies, like an idiot. “You liked it?”

“Well, it didn’t suck… pun intended. Your moans are really loud.”

Jeongguk blushes - he blushes - even after the stupid joke you made.

“Um, yeah. I do, I guess. Sorry, I kind of forgot to show you what to do. But you’re a bit of a natural, to be honest.” He abhors the diffidence in his voice.

“I guessed that,” you retort, the smile on your face hypnotic, “From your really loud moaning.”

“Can you - fuck how do you ruin any intimate moment when it happens?”

“Guess I’m a natural at that too,” you say it with a laugh, and Jeongguk can’t help the smile that tugs against his lips.

“Um,” he tries, fully aware of the front view seat you were getting of his soft dick. He sits up to try and shield it, feeling awfully exposed. “If you’d like… I could return the favour?”

“No, I’m good.” There’s zero hesitation in your voice and you’re up before Jeongguk can think of a decent excuse to keep you in his room. “Maybe another time? I’ll text you. Bye Jeongguk.”

It’s then he regrets not encouraging you to undress earlier, his assumption that this would be the worst blowjob of his life incredibly incorrect. Perhaps if your clothes were scattered around his bedroom he could have found a way to convince you into his sheets while you searched for them. But you’re fully dressed, already bounding out of his door like his dick wasn’t down your throat moments ago. He watches you go with forlornness, mouth dry with words he’s incapable of expressing at this very instance and his heart oddly warm at the sight of your skipping away with a carefreeness he admires. He still hates that you’re leaving, perhaps the only positive of this situation is that you’re using his bedroom door instead of his window.

“Bye,” Jeongguk mumbles into the vacant air. You don’t even catch it, shooting him a quick grin before you’re bounding down the stairs as if this doesn’t even matter to you. A stumble on a stepping stone to something greater. He plucks up his phone, pants still lost somewhere on the floor. Blocking Mingyu for twenty-four hours should be enough of a punishment, right?

mingyu the man [10:21pm]

bro..

you alive?

jaykay [10:26pm]

i focking hate u

u know that right?

mingyu the man [10:31pm]

you dont my g

how was it?

did she jump out the window this time?

jaykay [10:34pm]

worse

mingyu the man [10:37pm]

bro wtf wot she do??

jaykay [10:40pm]

she actually gave me head

mingyu the man [10:45pm]

????

how is that worse dude you’re just as weird as her

jaykay [10:46pm]

ITS WORSE CAUSE I LIKED IT

mingyu the man [10:51pm]

damn....

you like crazy coochie don’t you

jaykay [10:52pm]

WHAT R U EVEN

MAN FUCK

I HATE U

mingyu the man [10:53pm]

lmao u don’t i brought her into your life u lurve me

im best man for the wedding

not jaehyun

u got dat right

jaykay [10:56pm]

i hope you fall into a ditch and die

mingyu the man [10:58pm]

okay big man

you gon see her again tho?

jaykay [10:59pm]

....maybe

idk man im fucked up right now

like???

SHE JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW??

mingyu the man [11:01pm]

and u still invited her over to suck your dick again

crazy coochie got u bad bruh

jaykay [11:06pm]

FUCK U

mingyu the man [11:11pm]

mhmm if thats what u say

i have a class wid her to tomorrow

any messages u want to pass on?

hello?

[mingyu the man is blocked]

hello? jaykayyyyyy

JAYKAY

SEAGULL

damn he got it bad

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lockefanfic · 4 years ago

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Business Trip: Pt 25 - Club

“Come fuck me, daddy.”

She steps away from you, and with a look that could have melted steel, she takes your hand and begins to drag you away from the dance floor.

The crowd of people falls apart like the Red Sea - faces and bodies pass in a blur. Your full focus is on the young woman leading you through that crowd with a purpose, ignoring everything in her way as she drags you past people and bar stools and eventually the two large metal doors that lead into the alleyway behind the club.

The first thing that hits you is the humidity - it was Hawaii after all - but it only momentarily distracts you as Tzuyu almost immediately pulls you towards her as she leans her back against the brick of the club building. You press yourself against her, wanting, needing to feel her body against yours. Her tongue quickly finds its way into your mouth again, and you accept it, eager to continue your oral duel.

Tzuyu’s hands are already working at your belt, and before you know it she has undone your belt and jeans, pulling them halfway down your thighs, freeing your quickly hardening cock. Soon she is on her knees, and then her soft, wet tongue is on the underside of your shaft.

You always hated clubs.

You hated the loud, repetitive, “music” - if you could call the overly produced, booming electronic noise that. You hated the lack of personal space, crammed as you were in a small building that was probably built with half the number of its current occupants in mind. You hated the expensive liquor that you could’ve had for free back at the resort, and most of all, you hated the people - the douchebags that acted like they had something to prove, and the girls with makeup so thick it looked like they were wearing rubber masks.

But you needed to get away - get away from the potential storm of drama that was slowly brewing back at the resort, what with Jeongyeon’s newly revealed feelings for you on top of the storm that was the entire situation with Momo and Sana. Jeongyeon wanted you to stay a little longer and spend the rest of the day with her, and while the thought of spending the day and night swimming in a sea of cotton sheets with her tight, slim body was appealing, you knew it probably wasn’t the best idea.

You were attracted to Jeongyeon - she had a certain je ne sais quoi about her, a certain charm that was hard to define. She was so unlike any of the other girls in your life, all sarcasm and geekiness on the outside, but possessive of a soft vulnerability beneath it all. She was at once a guy’s girl and perfect girlfriend material.

This was all to say nothing of how intensely beautiful she was, especially now that she had grown her hair out a little and had begun to embrace her feminine side a little more; not that you minded the days when she rocked ice blue hair and boys’ clothes in the office. Her physical charms were only amplified in bed, when she had only her natural allure to clothe her.

And she pursued you, too - she made it known to you straight up that she wanted to be with you. She knew you were technically in a relationship with Momo. She knew Sana wanted you too, and she knew, at least on some level, of the drama between of the three of you. But she wanted you anyway, and she told you as such.

But you had to get away - clear your head and think about everything. Things were complicated when it was just Momo and Sana who had feelings for you; now that Jeongyeon was in the picture it was downright messy.

It was a real test of will, but you eventually left her room, and on your way back to your own you passed through the resort foyer where Tzuyu, Seolhyun, and Jihyo were waiting for cabs into town. Tzuyu and Seolhyun had more than simply made up - they appeared to be the best of friends now, their arms linked to one another as they watched some apparently hilarious video on one of their phones, giggling sweetly the way young women do. Jihyo stood a little apart from them, idly browsing through her phone.

Tzuyu is the first to notice you, and she smiles excitedly as you approach. Seolhyun does the same, and before you know it you are being dragged into the cab that had just pulled up to the resort. Jihyo is likewise dragged in, the two other girls insisting it didn’t make sense for her to get another ride if they were heading downtown as well.

And so you found yourself in a club in downtown Honolulu less than an hour later. You hated clubs, of course, and you made your thoughts on them known, but Tzuyu and Seolhyun were hell bent on going to one and dragging you along with them. Jihyo had originally just wanted to find a quiet bar somewhere to relax, but the pitiful look you gave her when the other girls invited her to join was super effective - and the young detective soon found herself similarly trapped in this dark, crowded, overly loud dungeon.

Tzuyu and Seolhyun soon lost themselves in the crowd, although from your seat at the bar next to Jihyo you still kept an eye on the two of them as they swayed smoothly to the beat of the music, finding some sort of rhythm amidst what sounded to you like just a series of loud booms. You couldn’t deny the smoothness of their dancing, the way their tall, slim bodies swayed to the beat, and you lost yourself for a moment, enraptured by the sight in front of you as the two girls danced the night away.

“Yeah, they’re fucking hot,” Jihyo half-shouts into your ear, barely heard against the loud booming. As you turn to face her she takes a swig of her beer, but her eyes remain glued to the two girls.

“You’re not so bad yourself, detective,” you say, and it wasn’t a word of a lie - the young woman looked gorgeous in a simple blue button up and jeans. Not exactly typical clubbing attire, considering the tiny strips of cloth that apparently passed as club outfits around here - but unsurprising considering she initially wanted to go to a bar and not a club.

“Shut up,” Jihyo says, not even bothering to acknowledge your comment by looking at you, “I look like a three day old bag of garbage compared to those two.”

You had to admit - Tzuyu and Seolhyun would’ve been gorgeous wearing garbage bags. But here, all prettied up and dressed to the nines in short, slinky dresses, they were on another level altogether. But that certainly didn’t mean Jihyo was anything to sneeze at.

“I want Tzuyu’s legs. Fuck, those thighs! And Seolhyun’s abs. And her boobs. I saw her in the pool this afternoon and almost wanted to punch her in the face. Speaking of which, I want her face. But also Tzuyu’s. Like, I want a combination of-”

“You sound like a serial killer, Jihyo. If those two go missing I’ll be sure to send a SWAT team into your basement.”

“Well now that you know of my plans, I’ll have to eliminate you.”

“You could try-”

Your answer is cut short by a hand grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you away from the bar. Once you recover you realize the hand belongs to Tzuyu.

“Come dance with me!” she says, barely audible, over the booms. She drags you to a corner of the dance floor, mercifully out of eyesight to Jihyo.

“I’m not really much of a dancer,” you half-shout into her ear. That was a lie and you knew you could at least sway to a rhythm, but regardless dancing wasn’t exactly on the top of your favorite recreational activities list.

“You don’t have to move,” Tzuyu says, suddenly bringing her body close to yours and her mouth to your ear, “just stand there, daddy.”

Her use of your pet name and the sudden proximity of her young, slim, body pressed up against yours ensures she has your full attention. The tight, short red and pink dress she is wearing did little to hide her curves, nor the hint of cleavage between her breasts.

Tzuyu wastes no time keeping her promise, and she begins to sway around you, her young body moving smoothly to the music. She circles you twice, each time pressing her tall torso against yours, pressing against you once with her chest and once with her butt, enjoying every moment of the little show she was giving you.

She stops during her third time around and presses her chest against your back. With slim hands she reaches around you and cups your crotch with her right hand.

There were probably a few hundred people in the club, but at that moment none of them mattered. The entire population of the city could’ve been watching, and that couldn’t have taken your attention away from the young woman’s hand cupping your cock through your jeans.

You reach back with your left hand to touch some part of her, and Tzuyu lets you, pressing herself tighter against you. She lets you have a good squeeze of her butt before she slips around you until you are facing her. She wraps her arms around your neck.

Your foreheads touch, and suddenly you are both swaying to the music, neither paying attention to whatever manufactured, electronic beat is booming through the speakers. You’re both dancing now to a beat only the two of you can hear. You let Tzuyu lead, and you follow, the sway of her body giving you all the music you need.

After a few moments Tzuyu breaks the contact of your head against hers and she looks up at you with those large, round eyes of hers. There is a little alcohol, a little youth, a little naivete in those eyes, and they combine into an intoxicating look of utter sexiness as she stares deeply into yours.

Before you know it her soft, full lips are pressing up against yours, and soon you are making out on the dance floor as her lips crush themselves against yours. Your tongues soon follow suit, and all pretense of dancing goes right out the window in favor of exploring Tzuyu’s mouth with your tongue as she does the same, your wet appendages swirling around each other.

The club may as well have been empty at that point - no one else existed aside from the young woman in your arms.

Tzuyu is the first to break the kiss, and you watch, intoxicated, as she licks her lips, her eyes half-lidded with the first vestiges of physical pleasure beginning to course through her young body.

She brings her mouth to your ear, dragging her lips against your jawline as she does so.

“Come fuck me, daddy.”

She steps away from you, and with a look that could have melted steel, she takes your hand and begins to drag you away from the dance floor.

Only a few minutes have passed since she pulled you by the wrist away from the bar; and now here she was on her knees in the alleyway, taking your now fully hard cock in and out of her mouth. You were hardly opposed to the audacity of it all, of getting head and likely fucking a girl in what was probably a public alley - but you didn’t give a damn. It was probably hardly the first time some drunken club goers had participated in lewd acts in this alleyway, and you had no qualms whatsoever about joining that illustrious group.

You didn’t even think, not even for a split second, about stopping her or even telling her to slow down. The prospect of a simple, quick fuck without any additional drama or baggage appealed to you, especially given the events of the past few days. Momo, Sana and Jeongyeon could wait until later. For now, all you wanted was a break away from it all - and currently that break was on her knees, taking your rock hard cock in and out of her wet, hot mouth.

Involuntarily, you grasp Tzuyu’s head with both your hands, slowly rocking your cock in and out of her mouth in time with the bobbing of her head. Tzuyu gets the hint and her hands, which were pumping the base of your shaft, leave it to brace herself against your hips. She looks up at you, her mouth still full of cock - as though giving you permission.

And so in an alleyway in downtown Honolulu, you start fucking Chou Tzuyu’s mouth.

No words could possibly describe the feeling of her hot mouth, those full lips wrapped tightly around your cock as her wet tongue presses against the underside of your shaft with each entry and exit. She knows you are taking liberties with her, knows you are being a little rougher, and not only does she allow it - she welcomes it, gets off on it.

She grunts - not a grunt of pain or discomfort - one of pleasure. The kind of grunt that one lets out when they get a taste of something they want, something they need.

For a long minute you stand there in the alleyway, bracing yourself against the club’s brick wall with one hand as your other braces the back of Tzuyu’s skull. You pump away at her pretty face, and she loves it, loves every second of it, loves every time your cock fills her needy little mouth with hard flesh.

Eventually she eases herself off your cock, and grasping it with her right hand, she lifts it and gives it a long, slow lick from top to bottom. Then she rises to her feet.

“Enough. Fuck me now, daddy.”

You turn her around, grabbing her by the waist and facing her to the brick wall. Instinctively she braces herself against it with her palms as you press yourself against her, your wet shaft pressed against the small of her back.

You reach down and pull the hem of her short dress up, quickly revealing her round, firm butt and the flimsy piece of cloth that passed for a g-string beneath it. You reach around her body and quickly slip a finger between her warm thighs, and you almost immediately feel warm juices on the tip of your finger.

“I’ve been a bad girl, daddy. All that dancing, all that sucking your cock… it made me so wet.”

“You have been a bad girl, Tzuyu. And you know what happens to bad girls.”

“They get punished.. By their getting brains fucked out,” Tzuyu answers, her words half-plea and half desire, spilling from her lips, “Please… please punish me with your cock, daddy! I need it! I don’t want it slow. I want it hard. I want it now!”

You enjoyed going down on women, tasting their juices on your tongue as their bodies writhed in pleasure on the bed beneath you; you enjoyed slipping your fingers in them, penetrating them with your long digits and feeling their warm walls wrap themselves tightly around you as their slick juices flow into your palm and their moans filled your ears. But there was something to be said about those times when you didn’t need to do either of those things - when she was so wet and ready that she didn’t need your tongue or your fingers or anything else other than your cock.

As Tzuyu rubs her round, full butt against your rock hard shaft, finding and capturing it between her cheeks and rubbing it up and down, you knew this was one of those times. Your cock is already leaking pre-cum, and it smears between her round cheeks - the sight of it glistening on her perfect skin brings a small smile to your lips.

You reach down and grasp your cock, taking a moment to line it up with her needy, wet pussy. Pushing her wet thong aside, you slide your shaft inside her.

“Oh, god, daddy!” Tzuyu gasps, with enough volume that you would’ve been worried you’d be caught if it weren’t for the booming of the club music, which was loud even here, outside in the alleyway.

You take her up on her earlier demand to get it hard and fast, and you don’t give her much time to get used to the feeling of being filled before you are pulling your cock out of her. When it is halfway out you thrust right back into her young, needy body, pressing her tight against the cold brick wall.

“Oh, fuck! Yes!” Tzuyu exclaims, “Yes! Fuck me, daddy!”

There was something so freeing, so liberating about sex with Tzuyu - sex with her never brought with it emotion, or feeling, or drama; there was only pleasure. No worrying about what would happen before or after, no worrying about how this particular session would affect your future relationship or your relationship with some other girl. With Tzuyu, there was only ever the moment, and nothing more, nothing less.

You give her a few more slow but deep thrusts, delighting in the sight of her fingers curling, trying to find purchase against the cold brick; the sight of her cheek pressed against the same wall, pleasure written all over her perfectly sculpted features; and, when your gaze drifts down, the sight of her round cheeks, bouncing and rippling with each thrust inbetween the mounds of soft flesh as you thrust in and out of her young, needy body.

Soon you are fucking her, truly fucking her, your shaft pumping in and out of her with little regard for anything aside from your own pleasure. You didn’t even give a damn how it felt for her - all the frustration, all the drama and worries in your head about Momo and Sana and Jeongyeon and Irene - it all built up inside you, and you were taking it out on Chou Tzuyu’s willing, wanton body.

The fact that she got off on the liberties you were taking on her body was a nice little side effect.

“Fuck! Fuck yes, daddy! Pound me! Use me! Fuck my tight little pussy!”

Tzuyu sounded like he was shouting, but even if she were shouting at the top of her lungs you doubted anyone more than a few feet away could have heard her above the loud booming of the club music.

Your only response is to fuck her harder, taking out more and more of your frustration with each thrust, delighting in the tightening of her slick, wet pussy around your pistoning shaft. Tzuyu was getting off on it, getting off on being treated roughly, being fucked and used. Not that you gave a damn at the moment about anyone’s pleasure but your own, so lost are you in the pursuit of some sort of outlet for the frustration that had built up over the past few days.

But you needed more - you needed to see her, needed to watch that perfect little face as it was twisted and warped with the pleasure you were quite literally pounding into her body.

The three weeks she had spent staying at your place taught you that Tzuyu loved being fucked against a wall. She loved being pinned against a hard surface like she was a painting and your cock was the nail literally drilling into her. She loved knowing your cock was literally the only thing keeping her upright. She loved spreading her legs wider and wider as you pounded her, and loved wrapping them around your waist in some vain effort to drive you deeper inside her.

And you were happy to give her exactly what she wanted.

And so you withdraw your slick shaft from her hot body, and grasping her hips, turn her around quickly so that she is facing you. Then, not giving the girl any time to recover, you reach down to her lower thighs and lift her up - pressing forward with your shaft at the same time, so that it lines up with her entrance - and with the assistance of gravity, you let her impale herself on your shaft.

“Aaannnghhhh!”

The loud shriek that escapes Tzuyu’s throat is full indication of the harsh spike of pleasure that courses through her body at being impaled on your shaft - and the short, rapid thrusts that you give her afterward only keep her from truly catching her breath as you fuck her face to face, her legs wrapping themselves involuntarily around your waist.

From this position your face is right next to her left ear.

“Fucking take it, Tzuyu,” you hiss, not even realizing the harshness of the words that are leaving your mouth until they had left it, “fucking take my cock!”

“Yes! Yes, daddy, I want it! Give it to me! Fuck, you’re so deep inside me! I… oh god, daddy, I… I’m gonna cum!”

Her words are followed shortly by her body writhing and shivering almost uncontrollably as an orgasm courses throughout her veins. Her world explodes in white, and her eyes roll to the back of her head as her mouth is held frozen in an open “o”.

Tzuyu’s orgasm pushes you over the edge as well, the tightening of her wet, warm pussy around your shaft making it impossible to hold on. Not that you even wanted to - this little session was all about pleasure, all about cumming, and using each others’ bodies to get there as fast as possible.

You push yourself as deep as you could inside Chou Tzuyu’s shaking, quivering pussy before you finally let loose, a torrent of hot, thick cum filling the young Taiwanese girl to the brim, your spasming cock nailing her tight young body to the wall as you fill it with semen.

For long moments there is only pleasure, and it gives you a wonderful reprieve from the drama in your life, and you relish every second of it as you slowly, reluctantly, come down from your high.

Slowly you let Tzuyu’s weary legs down, and as you do your shaft inadvertently slips from her body - and you both feel a significant stream of warm cum escape from her body, dripping down her flushed, slick thighs. Tzuyu is suddenly small and vulnerable, and you wrap your arms around her as she does the same. It was quick - not more than ten minutes from when she led you out of the club to when you came in her - not that the brevity of your liaison lessened the amount of pleasure that was only now beginning to fade from both of your bodies.

Eventually she recovers enough to raise her head, and the flushed afterglow of sex made the young woman look so irresistible, so ridiculously hot in that moment that you couldn’t resist kissing those perfect lips of hers, a kiss that starts out lustful but quickly becomes a soft, passionate one.

When you break the kiss Tzuyu smiles up at you, and the young girl in her returns once more. You feel a small pang of shame at having treated her roughly and with as little regard for her pleasure as you did, but you knew she enjoyed it at least as much as you, if her flushed cheeks and post-sex glow were any indication. You dig into your jeans pockets and retrieve some napkins you had stashed there from the night previous, and Tzuyu sheepishly uses it to wipe away some of the juices flowing down her long, naked thighs.

When she is done she tosses away the used napkin into a nearby garbage can before pulling down the short hem of her dress. She presses herself once more against you and whispers into your ear. Her short period of vulnerability is over - back is the sultry, utterly lustful creature, and when she speaks every syllable drips with sex.

“I want to feel some of it inside me when I’m dancing.”

With one more naughty smile, she turns and re-enters the club, leaving you in the alleyway to catch your breath as you watch her perfect hips sway as she disappears once more into the crowd.

---

“That was quick,” Jihyo says as you emerge from the alleyway to find her sitting on the ledge of a nearby palm tree garden. The smirk on her lips lets you know that she doesn’t disapprove, but she didn’t want you to get away with it without at least some ribbing.

You have no response, and so all you can do is shrug and give her a sheepish smile.

Jihyo smiles to herself with a shake of her head.

“I’ll never understand how you seem to fuck these girls at will,” she begins, “it’s like you have your own little harem of perfect little models that you fuck whenever you want.”

“I seem to recall you being one of those perfect little models not so long ago, Miss Park. And if I recall correctly, you were the one that initiated things back in the Seoul precinct…”

Jihyo gives you a sharp jab in the shoulder - and as much as it shamed you to admit, it actually stung a little. Girl knew how to throw a punch, and you suspect it was because she likely had some martial arts training.

“Anyway, if you’re done having dirty sex with young girls in an alleyway, I was going to head off to meet an old law enforcement contact of mine before Tzuyu and Seolhyun dragged me out here. I think you might be interested in joining.”

“And why would I want to meet them?”

“I think…” Jihyo begins, pausing for a little as if to consider her thoughts, “that they could lead us to Irene.”

---

“This place is more like it,” Jihyo says with a sigh of relief as she settles into the chair at the comfortable looking bar she had chosen down the block from the club. You had to admit you were just as relieved as she was to escape the club and its neverending electronic beats and the crowd of overly rowdy, overly intoxicated young men and women that frequented it.

“I hear you,” you agree as you flag down a waiter and order a pitcher. Jihyo whips out her phone, ostensibly to answer a text.

“So tell me about this contact of yours,” you begin, “and how exactly they can help us with Irene.”

Jihyo puts her phone down before looking up at you, her look suddenly eager. Whatever her plan was, she seemed quite excited to share it with you.

“Irene has always been one step ahead of us, and I think a lot of that is because we’ve been on the defensive, reacting to her moves,” the detective begins, as she accepts the pitcher of beer delivered to your table and begins to pour you both a glass, “I think it’s time we changed that. We need to go on the offensive.”

“How so?” you ask, intrigued, “Jeongyeon’s gone through the data we recovered, and she tells me there’s nothing there we can use to incriminate Irene. She was pretty thorough in making sure there was nothing that led back to her.”

“That’s true, and why is that?” Jihyo asks, pausing to let you ponder her question before answering it herself, “It’s because she probably deleted it herself before we could get to it. But all that incriminating evidence must exist somewhere – likely in hard copies, or in secured non-networked drives at SM HQ. If my experience is any indication, people like that never delete anything, in case they can use it later.”

“So hacking into their system and stealing the data that way isn’t an option. We can’t hack into a filing cabinet.”

Jihyo giggles before answering, “Nope, we can’t. The only way to get into that hypothetical filing cabinet is the old-fashioned way – by walking into the room, opening it up, and stealing the files.”

It takes you a moment to piece together exactly what the Korean detective is suggesting, but eventually it clicks. It was audacious, to say the least.

“Is that what you’re suggesting? That one of us go into SM HQ on some solo sneaking mission and retrieve the data ourselves? This isn’t Metal Gear, Jihyo.”

Jihyo smiles to herself as she takes her first sip of her pint. “It will probably be just as difficult as Shadow Moses,” she says, referring to one of the Metal Gear games, “SM has top notch security for sure. Metal scanners, closed circuit cameras, regular security checkpoints at all the major chokepoints – all manned by a dedicated, well-funded security force that is probably its own internal division of SM, and not some cheap third-party mall cops.”

“None of us have the skills or training for that,” you answer, “and even if we did, Irene probably has files on all of us. We’d be made the second we stepped onto their property.”

“What makes you think one of us will have to do it?”

Jihyo’s phone beeps, and she picks it up to view the text she has just received. She nods towards the entrance of the bar.

“Here she is.”

You turn to follow her gaze, and you are struck, momentarily, with shock at the person striding confidently towards your table.

“Hello, dear,” the newcomer says as she greets Jihyo with a friendly but not overly close hug. As she sits she gives you an amused look, as though she were fully expecting you to be there. The wickedness of her smile betrays the youthful beauty of her features.

Jihyo notices the look of shock on your face, and puts two and two together.

“Do you two know each other?”

“Quite well,” the new girl says, “we were in love once.”

You want to answer, want to say something that would set the record straight, but you are still rendered speechless by her presence – she was someone you thought you’d never see again.

“Well come now, Jihyo, you should formally introduce me to your new friend.”

Jihyo has a look of concern on her face, as though she were trying to figure out whether this new complication would affect her plans. But eventually she decides to introduce you to her friend by name.

“…and this is Im Nayeon.”

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group performance solo: shangri la - vixx {1:15 to 5:03} - line distribution

Five companies, five contestants in each team. Four companies were called and twenty hopefuls found their place for the semi-finals. One corner of Kyungsoo’s lips lifted in a bitter, but also knowing smile as he turned, his gaze met halfway by Suwoong’s dark eyes. Only one company team left and neither of their names were called. This means, ladies and gentlemen, that the Susoo cousin duo were selected to be in the same group. Kyungsoo wanted to be optimistic, but let’s not lie to ourselves - this was going to be the shit show of the year.

tw; anxiety, panic attack

Five minutes into the practice studio and Kyungsoo felt an incoming migraine. First of all, there were too many people in the room: the contestants and three whole coaches. Most of the contestants were excited about the coaches, with the most notable one being the youngest Eric. The kid was practically over the moon at the fact he was to be aided by his biases - the wonderful Luxe girls. Seolhyun was also supposed to be Kyungsoo’s bias from the bullshit he spewed during the audition when they asked about his music taste. He was aware he should at least try to look excited to see her, but all of the noises and contrasting smells in the room was making him want to throw himself out of the window.

Except they were not on the ground floor and he might actually break his legs. Can’t have that, can we, especially when he had to dance again! Oh joy, just when he thought his dancing days were over, fate laughed into his face and sent him straight back to hell.

Little known fact about Kyungsoo, he’s always struggled with some social anxiety. Over the years, he’d improved exponentially to the point where it no longer affected his daily lives. In the MGA so far, Kyungsoo managed to glide by social situation without too much trouble, mostly because he had fewer people to work with and viewed the judges/audience as background whenever he was on the stage. This week, however, there was no escape. With eight units of breathing homosapiens in the room, the clamminess of his hands were really setting in.

in his moment of distraction, he did not even notice that Suwoong had come up behind him and was marching him towards one of the cameras. His cousin, using both of his index fingers, was pressing against Kyungsoo’s cheeks and forming his lips manually into a smile. Bewildered, Kyungsoo initially flailed until he heard Suwoong’s voice introducing him. He imitated Suwoong during one of the interviews and now the other was unknowingly returning the favour. To be fair, Kyungsoo thought his imitation of Suwoong was better because at least he tried while Suwoong just sounded like a baby.

Once Suwoong finished his poor mimic of Kyungsoo’s voice, he peeked out from behind him and said “I am Suwoong!” in his regular cheery voice. Forming Vs with his hands, he greeted the camera once again with enthusiasm. Kyungsoo, supposing he should do more than just stand there, offered an awkward smile (this time on his own) and stiffly brought up a ‘V’ finger sign of his own.

On that very first day of practice, Kyungsoo was almost glad for Suwoong’s presence. The other knew him, at the very least, and was able to realize when all of the voices was beginning to overwhelm him when they were making the song selection. Whether or not Suwoong shushed everyone on purpose, Kyungsoo did not know (okay fine, he was pretty sure Suwoong did it for him but a part of him didn’t want to acknowledge it!), but felt a wave of gratefulness nevertheless. Perhaps, he thought innocently at that time, it wouldn’t be so bad having his cousin in the same team. Maybe they could make it work and actually behave like supportive family members instead of rivals, you know, for the first time in their entire life.

It was wishful thinking and the very next day, they had their first argument.

It was Saturday and they had all the parts divided. Suwoong took liking to one of Kyungsoo’s parts, and thought he should be the one to do it. Kyungsoo, who had been mostly silent and focused on learning the choreo, looked up from the ground with a glint of resentment in his eyes. He already had the least amount of lines among the singers and now his cousin wanted to casually rob him of another? The coaches asked Suwoong to try out the part and Kyungsoo must admit, Suwoong looked good doing the movement. His cousin was tall, slender, too pretty for a guy and did ballet. Kyungsoo was a logical person and saw no point in denying his cousin’s visual impact.

Coach Cheri told them to fight for it, to prove to everyone who deserved it more. Kyungsoo, who had been sitting at that time, stood up and gently pushed his way into the centre of the room where Suwoong and Eric were standing. “I would like to keep my part,” he said, his voice not loud but firm. He didn’t need to raise his voice, though, because the room was quiet and people were respectfully giving him the attention. Perhaps a few of them were just shocked by the fact he so readily defended himself, since he barely spoke two sentences to anyone so far.

“I’ve proven that I can embody the dark, mysterious aura from my past performances and I won’t disappoint the audience with my voice.” Why give one of the most beautiful vocal parts to the dancer, just because he was nice to look at? “Please allow me to demonstrate.” With that, he stepped up, waiting for Suwoong to move away so he could take the place that should have been his in the first place. He performed, only those few seconds, keeping his voice clear throughout the line but also making sure that last word mysterious linger.

Coach Cheri directed her gaze towards her fellow Luxe member, Ella, and the latter decided Kyungsoo should keep the line.

He exhaled with relief, not realizing he even held his breath in the first place.

From there, the rift between him and Suwoong only widened. The dance choreo wasn’t impossible, but it was challenging. There was this one set of footwork that was more difficult than the others and Kyungsoo struggled in getting it right. As he had always been his own worst critic, Kyungsoo’s frustration level was already high before he noticed Suwoong’s eyes, watching him through the mirrors.

“Let’s start again from the beginning,” his cousin said, looking away. Kyungsoo knew what that look was for - it was an accusation. A silent why can’t you keep up? Indignation rose in his chest, only to be swiftly pushed down. Kyungsoo knew he wasn’t the best dancer, but to be fair, in this practice room, he was also not the worst. if he had to judge, he would say he was right in the middle - not nearly as good as the dancers but a bit better than the other vocalists. So why was Suwoong so dead set on making him miserable?

It wasn’t like his cousin was direct. No, it was actually quite the opposite. Suwoong was subtle with his critics, and all the while still using that annoyingly sweet nickname Kyungie. To a less observant pair of eyes, Suwoong’s comments may not seem directed at Kyungsoo at all, but they’ve grown up together and he knew how Suwoong thought and what his small behaviour changes meant. From the way coach Ella narrowed her eyes, he’d say she caught on as well.

Move that foot a little, Kyungie. We are not getting it, let’s try again. It looks sloppy, we have to start from the top.

Those seemingly general, yet so very pointed comments, along with his already overflowing frustration with himself eventually built up to an explosion, and it happened on Sunday morning.

Suwoong had made another one of those comments with a barely detectable trace of genuine irritation. Kyungsoo’s fingers clenched around the handle of his fan as all of the anger that he kept pent up erupted in his chest, coating his inside with scorching hot rage. Who the hell died and made Suwoong the boss of him? Who gave him the right to keep nitpicking on him like this even though he was neither the worst dancer nor slacking. He was trying to do it right and had never used the fact he was a better singer against his cousin in anyway. How was this fair?

Kyungsoo couldn’t move, and he couldn’t speak. Anger made him tighten his grip on that fan until he felt its wooden edge pressing into his palm. It actually hurt, but not nearly enough to distract him from Suwoong’s voice. His cousin had noticed that he was no longer moving and asked for them to re-start. Kyungsoo, however, remained stationary.

“Are you not taking this seriously, Kyungie?” Suwoong actually sounded annoyed this time and that nickname of affection never sounded more artificial.

“I’ve been here since 5AM every weekend morning and am always one of the last to leave. Just because I am not yet as good as you doesn’t mean I am not trying!” There were exams coming, so much homework that he needed to take care of. Since the start of this survival show, his grades were taking a hit. Kyungsoo, who had always cared so much about his academics, opted to turn in papers late so he could work to not disappoint those watching him. Dancing, it was really fucking hard. One of the hardest things he had to learn and he had so little time to get it right. As a prideful person who needed control over every aspect of his life, just being in this room and opening himself up for criticism hurt. Sometimes Kyungsoo wanted to shout out the window what am I doing here? Wasn’t it his dream to go into business and become a rich ceo? Their family had wealth and influence, a few cards in the right pocket and he’d be rolling in cash. Business, damn, he was good at that stuff too. So why was he here, doing things he wasn’t good at and was continuing to struggle with?

It was as if somehow, while exploring a whim, he discovered a dream. Possibly the dream. And it was breaking down all of his walls and re-shaping his carefully constructed life. It felt too wonderful to walk away from, but it was also sort of killing him.

Kyungsoo threw his fan - part of its paper surface damp with perspiration - onto the ground. It landed with a soft but also ominous thud. Someone had turned off the music and the other contestants were looking at each other as they took in the severity of the situation. “You tell me if I am taking this seriously or not.” He raised his voice for the first time in...forever. He was never the type to yell, especially in public setting. This was something new, even to himself.

“Let’s have a break, please,” he said, eyes lowered. It was as if yelling took away his anger and left him only with shame. He should be better than this, should have held it in better...what was happening to him? He walked out of the practice room and no one attempted to stop him. Ten minutes of cooling down in the bathroom later, he returned to find the studio mostly empty. Apparently, Suwoong, Heejin and Eric headed out for lunch and Hyojin disappeared off to the convenience store. Kyungsoo didn’t mind and instead, found himself appreciative of the silence.

He picked up his fan from the ground and sat down, his legs too exhausted after an entire morning of practice. Seconds ticked by and the once comforting silent became grating as his outburst earlier returned to haunt him. In an effort to distract himself, Kyungsoo decided to practice some of his arm movements. One of the most difficult parts of this entire choreo was fan control, how they must ensure the fans opened fully on beat. While trying to perfect this, they broke quite a few fans already and that number was only going to increase as the days went by.

He flicked his wrist and the fan opened half way. He tried the same movement except this time harder and the prop nearly flew from his hands. Slightly frustrated, Kyungsoo took a few breaths to calm himself before attempting again. He just needed to figure out exactly how much force he needed to put into his hand and-

There were warm fingertips against his skin and he flinched in response. It was coach Ella, who must have sneaked upon him while he was focused on his fan work. She seemed unfazed by his response and tried once again to help him manoeuvring the fan, telling him about how to position his hand to make things easier. Eventually, they got off of the floor and she started helping him with his other dance parts. Ella was surprisingly patient as he explained what he wanted to achieve - as dance wasn’t his best skill, Kyungsoo was less focused on giving extra flair and more concerned about doing his part perfectly, paying attention to every detail. So the woman gave him advice on how he should stretch out his hand out, point his fingers and not clench his fingers into fists to give that extension. She also coached him on a turn he has to do near the middle of the song, how he should use his long sleeves to his advantage to make himself look longer and more graceful.

They talked about his outburst and while she did reprimand him on the lack of professionalism associated with throwing down his fan, the idol also showed some sympathy with his situation. Upon learning that Suwoong was his cousin, she even shared about her own MGA experience with her family. Their conversation eased away some of Kyungsoo’s discomfort and as they worked, Ella even took a hold of his hands at some point to show him how it should be done properly. Up close, he must admit that she really was an attractive woman. A faint blush eventually swept across his features. Oh, how the Luxe fanboys must be screaming with envy right now.

His smile, though small, became genuine as he tapped into the flow of the dance after the tutorial session. When Hyojin returned to the studio and saw his relaxed expression, the other contestant was decidedly relieved and ran to his side like a happy doggo. Kyungsoo took the sandwich Hyojin bought for the two of them at the local convenience store and petted the other male gently on the shoulder with a ‘thank you’. Hyojin attempted to sooth him and tried to convince him to play nice with Suwoong, to which Kyungsoo responded with a nod.

His mood was improved for the rest of the Sunday afternoon, but the anger returned during his car ride with Suwoong. His cousin decided to call him insufferable and Kyungsoo fired straight back. He ended up having to pull over at the side walk and the two of them really let each other have it. The conversation ended with Suwoong ditching the car and walking out into the night. Kyungsoo, though still livid, recalled the fact his cousin was a dumbass used to being driven around. “Where the hell are you going?” He demanded, rolling down the window and driving along Suwoong, who was stomping away dramatically. “To the trains!” His cousin responded, to which Kyungsoo could only offer some serious eye rolling because the other was going in the wrong direction.

Somehow, this actually eased the tension between them. From their conversation, Kyungsoo had at least gather that Suwoong was more comfortable criticizing him because he was family and at the end of the day, they’d never be able to hate each other. “Get back in the car,” he called out with some gentle reluctance. Suwoong tried to give him the ‘hmph’ at first, but as soon as Kyungsoo actually turned the car around, he hopped straight in. Kyungsoo hated to admit this, but even though his cousin was super annoying, high maintenance and picky, he was also kind of cute.

The two of them made up Sunday night and Suwoong came up with some reputation repairing ideas. They grabbed coffee and doughnuts to bring for the Monday practice and offered their apology to the group. Funny thing was neither he nor Suwoong enjoyed doughnuts but it felt like the right thing to bring. Hyojin sensed this was a good opportunity for a heart-to-heart and everyone made a circle. He talked about the tension, even going back to last week and expressing how he felt about Taeyang being eliminated instead of him. Hyojin was open and honest in a way Kyungsoo would likely never be but those admirable traits likely contributed to his later success collaborating with Eric. It really seemed like the two were working out their differences, just like he did with Suwoong. After that, they were back to practice, full speed ahead.

On Wednesday night, the contestants provided the three coaches each a fan with some written comments and their signatures. It was a cute gift idea. Kyungsoo struggled to find the right words so instead, he just wrote ‘thanks for everything’ along with a little drawing of a camellia flower, which he shall represent on the stage. He had always been a man of fewer words, this was his best effort but hopefully the coaches would understand. They all helped him a lot - Cheri with the vocals, Ella with the dance and Won with his hair. Yes, hair was part of the performance and Kyungsoo wanted his hair to be bouncy and soft so it would react appropriately to the natural wind effect generated by their fans. Coach Won, bless him, sent him a picture of his shampoo bottle straight from his own shower upon Kyungsoo’s request.

The performance day came and the stage was more beautiful than ever. Dressed in their long, traditional robes and equipped with a fan, the group introduced themselves as Youths over Flowers. Each of them introduced themselves then with their real name and their flower representation. Kyungsoo chose for himself Camellia, because one of his lines mentioned a red camellia and he took quite a liking to the vivid imagery it created. “I am Do Kyungsoo, Camellia of Youths over Flowers. Camellia flowers symbolize faithfulness and I promise to always be loyal to my audience. Thank you, I love you.” Ahh, he said it and it was every bit as embarrassing as he expected. Thankfully, Kyungsoo had a fan to hide behind after he delivered the shameful mini speech. His fan, same colour as everyone else, had a camellia flower drawn on it. The same flower was sewn into the bottom of his robe with silver thread by a skilled seamstress they were able to find.

As everyone finished the introductions, ending with Suwoong’s cringy fest, it was finally time to get into position. They hauled Suwoong back towards the centre of the stage, so he could stop talking about how he intended to take everyone’s breath away. Once they were in their starting positions, however, all signs of fun and games were wiped from their expressions. This was semi-finals and they had a show to put on. Kyungsoo had a feeling, that despite their struggles this week, they were going to give the audience a performance they’ll remember for a long time.

Music started and a thin layer of fog covered the surface of the stage. The lights were dimmed, a soft red that was almost romantic. They moved as one, extending their arms and flicking their fans. There was a satisfying sound as their fans collectively turned into half moons, perfectly on beat. It was a seemingly simple movement that took an insane amount of practice to ensure synchronization.

Kyungsoo will admit, when he first realized they’ll be dancing with fans, he thought of geisha dancers and that idea made him slightly uncomfortable. It wasn’t like he did not appreciate the beautiful geisha or looked down upon their career, but it wasn’t a character he could fully embrace. So, he allowed his memories to roll back, recalling a story he once heard about a tyrant king. To dethrone the king and end his reign of terror, a group of skilled assassins were recruited. Knowing the king’s paranoid nature, they disguised themselves as dancers and put on an entrancing performance. Their beauty illuminated the night and the king was so seduced that he did not realize his life was in danger until the dagger was buried deep into his chest.

They hid their faces behind the fans and Kyungsoo did not know what imagery his teammates summoned for characterization but when he pulled back his fan to reveal his eyes, he was out to kill, just...in the sexiest way possible. Rolling onto one knee, Kyungsoo listened to Hyojin as he calmly opened up their song. Suwoong was the next to take centre as the rest of them dropped. Heejin appeared after, her voice clear and sweet, giving perfect entrance for their first and very brief rap part. After that, Kyungsoo got his first chance to be heard. They got into a line with Kyungsoo in front, he swished his fan as he sang, making his movements fluid and dramatic as his teammates did the same with theirs behind him.

낮과 밤이 전부 너야 빈틈 없이 꽉 채워

Eric joined him at the end of that line, boosting the vocal with a brief snippet of rap.

The next part of choreo had more difficult footwork, so Kyungsoo and Suwoong switched their parts from the original song and put Suwoong in the front so he could shine as a dancer.

His next part came when they formed a straight line across the stage. Kyungsoo turned to face the audience, gently tossing the right corner of his robe as he moved so the fabric swayed in the air.

밤의 안부에 널 닮은 붉은 동백이질투해

The fan, which had been pointed upwards in the air, became a half moon with a single flick of his wrist as it was brought, after a few swirls, to the front of his face. Kyungsoo smiled, but there was no moment to linger as they collectively turned with the exception of Suwoong, who moved towards the centre of the stage from the right, only to give it to Eric as the rap part came. Kyungsoo must say he was very impressed with Eric. They had perhaps only one or two rap lines in this song but were mostly singers or dancers. If their 15-years-old powerhouse didn’t step up, perhaps they would have to crop the parts out and miss out on that beautiful rap-singing contrast. Kyungsoo thought the kid did very well.

As soon as Eric’s part finished, Kyungsoo’s began:

일렁이는 내 맘도 낮과 밤이 전부 너야

This was the part where he had to raise his arms and spin. He practised this with Ella specifically, remember her tips on extending his arms and using the loose fabric of his sleeves to add to the illusion of height. This part was...slightly feminine, but they were at the point of go big or go home, and Kyungsoo practised this part too many times to still feel embarrassed about sliding a hand almost sensually down the side of his face and neck.

The chorus came once again and same as before, Kyungsoo switched places with Suwoong so his cousin could dance closer to the front of the stage. Hyojin started the chorus and Heejin finished it, giving Suwoong his time to show his vocal capabilities (which had vastly improved over the week) as they took the choreo to the floor. Hyojin went into the centre, raised his hand and sang with passion, which was Kyungsoo’s cue to get back into the centre, where he sang his lines and rested his head against Eric’s shoulder. The fluid movement almost reminded pleasantly him of his dance performance with Hyunggu a while ago.

신비로워 아름답고 따뜻했고

This was the part he fought for and he intended to make the most out of it, especially the half a second of pause he and Eric get at the end of their partially joined line. Kyungsoo looked towards the audience - the actual live audience, full of anticipation. He raised a brow as a corner of his lips tilted in a teasing smile. It was an expression that hopefully said you have no idea what’s coming.

Because they didn’t.

The stage suddenly became darker and the great wafts of fog which had disappeared after their song intro returned with vengeance. The light was blue instead of red, almost giving that day turned to night vibe as they danced. Kyungsoo and Suwoong switched places seamlessly, using the dim lighting to their advantage. Some of them jumped while others still did the full spin and gave the illusion of a jump. Their robes flowed and it was as if Youths Over Flowers were turning into fans themselves in the mysterious indigo light. They brought their hands to their lips, gave a light shh as if warning their potentially shocked audience to hold back those gasps because it wasn’t over.

The dance break itself wasn’t exactly technical, but it was very eye catching.

When the blue light faded and the stage was bright again, Heejin’s high note pierced through the air and each of the singers got a line before the song came to an end.

단 하나 너만 알아 찾아 헤맨 그곳 바로 너야

They posed, again as one to the beat of the final few notes. Then, before the stage darkened, they turned around and once more, flicked their fans out in perfect synchronization. That sound of fans opening, very similar to the one the audience would have heard in the beginning of the song, marked the end of their performance.

They thanked the judges and the live audience. Kyungsoo reached behind his back and tugged discreetly on Suwoong’s sleeve. “Good job,” he mouthed. That was his favourite stage to date and he felt, at least, that it was worth all of his efforts.

@rksuwoong, @ericxrk, @hyojinrk, @rkheejin, @rkwon, @rkcheri & @rkella

#wc: 4437 #RKMGA5 #RKMGA5GROUPS #tw; anxiety #tw; panic attack

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rkxayah · 5 years ago

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💎 LUXE VLIVE

↪ celebrating their 1st anniversary content includes: q&a, peppero game, limbo, whisper challenge, reaction to their royal survival auditions (+ mini performances of them), break for snacks

confused part switch ver.: xayah (belting these high notes) as cheri cheri (accidentally spoiling miniskirt) as zoe zoe (seducing the nation) as ella ella (being a cutie) as yena yena (getting that swag) as xayah

“oh my goddess! hello, we’re luxe!”

they all chant at once, bowing and waving at the camera. they’ve waited until quite a few hundred people have already tuned in, and for the first couple minutes they most greet fans and talk, explaining that they’re here for a longer vlive this time. it’s their first anniversary and they’ve prepared quite a few things! they will mostly be games, to make it entertaining to both the viewers and themselves. they don’t really get to just relax and talk to fans very often so this is a perfect opportunity to do so.

they answer questions, but mostly talk about their feelings about their anniversary, express gratitude for all the love and support they received, both through successes and hardships. xayah is even more hyper and talkative than usual but she does her best not to cut anyone as they’re speaking, mainly just looking excitedly at the comments and waving at the camera from time to time. “thank you guys so much for staying with us all this time! and here’s to an incredible second year!” she says once her turn comes. besides their upcoming comeback, she doesn’t know what this year will have in store for them but hopefully it’s more about breaking barriers than being held back by bad news again.

the focus soon switches to games. they have prepared a few of them. the whisper challenge proves to be absolutely hilarious, not to mention chaotic (but not nearly as much as the confused part switch version will be). ella proves to be pretty good at this game, guessing the words and expressions easily which annoys xayah. “yah, you’re supposed to make it funny!” she calls out, and the others laugh at their bickering. it’s always like that with the two of them, but ever since they apologized to each other for fighting, it’s mostly harmless and of good fun. sure, they still can’t stand the other sometimes, but they’ve learned that these differences they have is what makes luxe... luxe. on the other hand of the spectrum, xayah fails miserably. it might have something to do with her level of korean, but she’s just incapable of reading lips in general. she screams incomprehensible and stupid things that have everyone broke into laughter. and let’s say the rest of the group isn’t that good either.

the peppero game proves to be quite something, too. yena acts as the referee, dividing the rest into two pairs. on one side, cheri and zoe and on the other, ella and xayah. there’s a fire in the maknae’s eyes as she looks at her rival. she wants to win no matter the cost. if it means pecking ella’s lips on live broadcast, she will. there’s a definite resolve in the dancer’s stare as well. they bite on each end of the stick, and soon enough they teeth are almost touching. they end up briefly pecking lips, and ella snatches the remaining pieces. it sends the comment section in a frenzy.

the limbo is a nice way to expose the girls who lack in the flexibility department. zoe and ella are definitely top notch due to their dance background, whereas xayah puts up a good fight too. she’s an athlete after all, and while it doesn’t always guarantee flexibility, she manages to scrape by.

after a brief intermission during which they eat snack, hydrate and chat among themselves and fans, it’s time for a surprise from the staff. had xayah expected anything, it would’ve been a delicious cake, but instead they’re met with playful smiles. they’re up to something, but what? “we thought we would have you go down memory lane and watch your royal survival auditions!” they announce, leaving the girls dumbfounded. “you’re kidding!” xayah responds, jumping to her feet and pointing an accusatory finger at them. she barely kept any memory of that... vaguely remembers dancing and rapping. after watching cheri’s audition, in which xayah can’t help but wonder why in hell their leader was put into the minor team after it, they suggest that they perform a snippet of it live, just to see how much they’ve improved over the past... two years, almost. zoe’s dancing was insanely good, and maybe it’s because their choreographies so far haven’t been very impressive in their complexity, but it’s the first time she realizes just how good zoe is. it’s even better now than it was back then, though she only does a small part of it. seolhyun’s audition was also dancing. the girl looks as good as ever, and when she mentions that she’s the only one among them who had never been in the minor team, xayah looks at her. “we know you were so jisub-nim’s pick, unnie~” she comments innocently, nudging at the other’s side.

yena, being loyal to her brand, had performed a very cute song which is so contrasting to what royal has her do now. she does say that it’s a chance she did full moon later on or the company would have not thought her capable of doing a sexy concept. “it seemed like he was only satisfied when i danced hip hop though, so why did he choose me?” she wonders out loud. but the answer is obvious: she definitely had the type of unique sexiness he was looking for. they each have their goddess concept, their own vibe. xayah finally sees her own audition. it was kard’s hola hola, and she performed part of the chorus and two rap verses. she danced along too, and so jisub did praise her boldness in choosing to show off more than one skill, as well as her stage presence. he thought she would be popular with the audience, and she was indeed. royal was always her top choice, even after going to kt, and he remembered that. it goes to say that sometimes it’s better to take an opportunity that differs from your original plan, because it can lead to exactly what you wished for in the end. if you keep waiting for it to fall from the sky...

they go into a deeper discussion about royal survival, how it went down for them, what they liked most, and how they do miss the other girls that were with them. times were different then. they had no idea what lay ahead, that six of them would debut less than a year later. and poor zoe who was sent home first couldn’t have fathomed being selected afterwards.

to conclude the vlive, they announce they’ll be performing confused. the song was indeed a bit left out when every night’s popularity picked up and pushed it aside. but it won’t be just a regular version. they’ll each be picking out a member’s name whose lines they will inherit, and perform it live to the best of their ability. cheri ends up getting zoe, xayah gets cheri, yena gets xayah, ella gets yena and zoe gets ella. it already doesn’t sound too good, but xayah assures everyone that she’s definitely main vocal material now. it convinces absolutely nobody, and especially not cheri who’s had to sit through xayah’s cover of her solo song, butchering high notes to the best of her ability.

it’s just as chaotic as fans expected it to be. cheri forgets dance moves every time she’s in the center, and accidentally spoils their upcoming choreography, but fans will only figure it out later on when the mv drops. yena takes her rapper persona very, very seriously. and xayah, well, she... sings to her heart’s content, taking revenge from all the singing lines royal has been denying her since debut. the reason is obvious. of course she’s not a main vocal, and not as good as yena or ella either, but when within her range she sounds decent, and at the very least stable while dancing. it’s not good, but it’s not bad either. still, she makes it memorable by belting out high notes with no shame at all, exaggerating her facial expressions as if she’s really into the zone.

who said they had to keep their goddess image off stage?

#luxe:july19 #;luxe #;writings #rkella #rkxzoe #rkcheri #rkyena #things might not necessarily happen in the order i wrote them #we haven't made the official timeline yet so it might be messy #but everything happened at one point or another so bear with me

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t0ngue-tech · 6 years ago

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All Yours | Six

“’Y/n?”’

‘Hm?’ You answered with a low hum whilst tying your shoelace. There was a crack in Yoongi’s voice when he said your name so it concerned you.

You stood back up on your feet and turned to lock eyes with him. ‘Yeah?’

He opened his mouth to answered, but licked his lips instead. ‘I—nevermind. It’s—I kind of answered my own question in my head.’

There was a nervous chuckle that left his lips and you tried your hardest to not think too much of it.”

��angsty fluff (lots of dialogue in this one yall) universityAU ↞

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A/N: WHEEEEEEEW POSTING JUST BEFORE THE MONTH ENDS LMAO. this is a late thanksgiving gift huhu. i am so thankful for all of you who appreciate my fics because i know im not the best writer out there, but you guise help build my confidence huhu. this is totes long overdue and i really hope you guise enjoy this chapter. (i apologize if there are any errors, ya girl is exhausted so i might fix it up later lol) i love you guise so much ♡

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Morning.

How were you able to fall asleep perfectly fine until the morning?

When you awoke, Yoongi was sleeping peacefully with the front of his body facing towards the wall. This made it easy for you to roll out of bed without bothering him.

You stirred your coffee and yawned so deeply you felt as if your jaw was going to dislocate. Going to your classes was the last thing you wanted to do. Your body craved sleep and your eyes were still sore from crying last night. But going to class meant avoiding any awkward conversations with Yoongi, so you opted to go.

And yet, this also meant you were going to see Seung Ho, the guy Seolhyun cheated on Yoongi with. This was a class that you couldn’t skip because you desperately needed more attendance points to bump your grade up a little higher.

You tanked entire cup of coffee, ignoring how hot it was, and sighed. Maybe you were overthinking things. Seung Ho didn’t have any business with you so why would he confront you with anything regarding the situation in the first place. But he did know how close you were with Yoongi and if he put two and two together, Seung Ho would know that Yoongi talked to you about it.

It was only 7:30 in the morning and you were already ready to choke yourself with your hair, so you drank whatever was left of your coffee and gathered your clothes to shower.

The shower was able to destress you a bit, but as soon as you stepped out, everything came rushing back. You just needed to survive the day and then you could open up another bottle of wine to have before you go to sleep.

When you entered your room, Yoongi was curled up on his side, facing the door and scrolling through his phone with squinted eyes. He noticed you walk in and instantly sat up.

“Good morning.” He rasped, still half asleep.

“Good morning. Nice hair.” You smiled at the way some of his blond locks stuck out and curled upward.

Yoongi shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. “What time are you leaving?”

You stared at your phone and pondered for a few seconds. “Hm, maybe around 9:15? I need to go over some of my corrections on my literature paper with my professor before I print it out.”

“Did you eat breakfast?”

“I’m about to.” You combed your fingers through your damp hair, shaking it a bit. “Care to join me? Waffles are on the menu.”

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The atmosphere felt different as you two stood in your small kitchen. Yoongi was preparing himself a cup of coffee while you were waiting for the last pair of chocolate chip waffles to pop out of your toaster. It was comfortable, yet heavy, but normal at the same time.

Yoongi moved naturally inside of your kitchen: going through your fridge to grab the bottle of syrup and even making you a cup of coffee, knowing you probably already had a cup as soon as you got up.

He propped himself on the sofa and carefully placed both of the coffee mugs beside each other. Your attention was so fixated on Yoongi that when the waffles popped out of the toaster, it scared the living hell out of you and made you yelp.

“Goddamnit.” You muttered, quickly pulling out the waffles.

“I don’t think there’s ever going to be a day where you don’t scared of something popping out of the toaster.” Yoongi laughed and sipped on his coffee.

“Is than an insult, Min Yoongi?” You trotted over to the living room with two plates of equally divided waffles on each.

“Yes it was, y/n.” He answered sarcastically and stole one of the plates from your hand.

To your surprise, you both had a lovely breakfast together. Yoongi vividly described the dream he had which dealt with freakishly large goldfish bowls and lagoons of chocolate that surrounded bowls. You jokingly advised him to never indulge in hot pockets before sleeping unless he wants more dreams like that one.

“Yeah, but at least the goldfish weren’t mutants.” Yoongi said entering your kitchen with the dishes.

“Still, nobody wants to see fish that big staring at you.” You commented. Why were you two still discussing his dream? You weren’t even sure yourself. But it was nice to know that you could talk to him as if nothing happened.

You stared at your closet for a few seconds, forgetting that you flipped your work schedule to work tomorrow instead of today—if you knew all of this would’ve happened, maybe you would’ve kept your original schedule.

“Are you staying here?” You asked Yoongi as he flopped back down on your bed.

“I might step out for little. I’m not too sure yet.” Yoongi replied, watching you stuff your pencil cases with a few more pieces of stationery.

“Should I leave you my key or are you going to go back to your dorm?”

“Actually—“ Yoongi took a second to think. “I’ll probably just stay cooped up in here.”

“Whatever sweetens your coffee, Yoongs. Just try not to eat all of my snacks.”

You stood in front of your mirror and ruffled your hair to give it an illusion of voluminous locks and behind you, you could see Yoongi sitting cross legged on your bed. He was picking at his nails, something he usually did whenever he was in deep thought. There were so many things that could be swarming inside of his head at that moment and you decided to not wreck your brain over it.

After staring at yourself in the mirror for what seemed to be ten years, you decided to switch out your coat for a hooded jacket. Since it was pouring last night, you wanted to be prepared just in case there was going to be an unexpected downpour.

You let out a deep sigh and slipped an arm through one of your backpack straps. “I should get going.”

Yoongi hopped off the bed to walk you to your door. It wasn’t necessary but you didn’t protest. He closely followed behind you and gave you room to sit on your floor to put on a pair of shoes.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?” You answered with a low hum whilst tying your shoelace. There was a crack in Yoongi’s voice when he said your name so it concerned you.

You stood back up on your feet and turned to lock eyes with him. “Yeah?”

He opened his mouth to answered, but licked his lips instead. “I—nevermind. It’s—I kind of answered my own question in my head.”

There was a nervous chuckle that left his lips and you tried your hardest to not think too much of it.

“Oh—kay. Then, I’m off.” You smiled at him and walked out, locking the door behind you.

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Y/n, you need to relax. If Seung Ho even notices that you’re acting a certain way, he’ll probably call you out on it.

It’s only been ten minutes since class started and you already felt your hands sweating. Seung Ho had already greeted you with his usual hey beautiful once he sat down and you ignored him as you always did.

The class was mostly quiet besides the students who asked the professor for help on some math problems. You sat at your computer, clicking away and solving the problems in your notebook in front of you. Once in a while, you would glance at Seung Ho to see if he was as focused you were—focused was a loose term considering how much bricks you were shitting.

What was Yoongi doing at your dorm? What was there to do there? Unlike their dorm, you didn’t have a gaming system and you took your laptop with you because you needed it for your meeting this morning. All Yoongi had was your television, his phone, and your snacks.

God, I hope he doesn’t eat all of my snacks.

You made a mental note to bring dinner for the both of you before heading back home.

50 minutes flew by at the speed of light. Everyone was stuffing their bags with their binders and signing out of the math website while the professor was reminding everyone about the objective due on Sunday. All you needed to do was rush out of the classroom before Seung Ho could say anything else to you; not even his see you next week, babe. You shuddered at the thought. It never really fully bothered you whenever he talked to you like that because he never made any advances towards you at all. But now that you knew what he did with Seolhyun, it disgusted you.

Like a god sent act of mercy, you were able to leave the classroom before Seung Ho did. Unfortunately, the devil works just as fast because you were able to walk about five feet from the doors and when you properly swung your bag over your shoulder, your pencil case flew out as well as a few of your pens.

“Fuck, fuck, fucking mushrooms on my pizza.” The choice of words that tumbled out of your mouth confused yourself and you creased your eyebrows together. You tried to gather your pens with haste and right when you were going to grab the last pen that almost strayed into the grass, Seung Ho stepped in to pick it up for you.

“Hi, y/n.” He handed you the pen and you grasped it in between your shaky fingers.

“Hey..” You breathed.

“I’m going to safely assume that Yoongi told you what happened.”

You almost argued with him by saying something like why the fuck did you get in bed with her in the first damn place but this wasn’t your fight. So you just nodded your head and avoided any eye contact whatsoever.

“Seolhyun wants to talk to him.”

“Yeah well, she can ask him herself.” Ouch, y/n. Too sassy?

Seung Ho adjusted his hat and pulled the sleeves of his flannel down to his wrists. “He isn’t answering any of her calls or text messages.”

“Can you blame him?” The sass spewed out naturally and with everyone walking by, you really didn’t want to have this conversation at that moment. “I need to get to my next class, Seung Ho-”

“Just tell him that Seolhyun wants to talk to him tomorrow. She just wants to have a chance to explain herself. Yoongi deserves an explanation.” You visibly exhaled a deep breath and looked at the time on your phone. “Please, y/n.”

You folded your arms and rolled your eyes. “Fine.” What am I? Their messenger?

Seung Ho gave you a weak smile and put his hands together as a thank you. He brushed passed you and you stood there knowing damn well Yoongi is going to stubborn and not talk to Seolhyun. If you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t want to talk to her either.

But you did kiss him, making Yoongi walk out of your dorm with the look of regret on his face.

You frowned and looked back at your phone. Great, you dragged your mood even further through the mud and you had three minutes to get across campus to your next class.

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It was a long day—a long school day at least. Lectures seemed a lot longer than usual and the breaks between your classes were supposed to relieve you, but it only made you feel more tired. You needed to pick yourself up a little, so you headed towards the university coffee shop where you found Hani flirting with Seokjin over the bar counter.

“My dumpling!” Hani completely abandoned Seokjin and rushed towards you. “How are you? You didn’t open up my text so I was worried.”

“I’m alright, Hani. Sorry, I’ve just been out of my head since this morning.” You sat down on the empty stool beside hers and Seokjin handed you a vanilla latte.

“I hope you don’t mind, I kind of bribed Hani to tell me some details because I couldn’t wait until your shift tomorrow.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. Can you heat up two paninis? The spinach and the chicken one? Just take the payment out of my paycheck, I’m too lazy to grab my wallet.”

Seokjin did just that, leaving you and Hani to talk.

“So, is Yoongi still at your dorm?”

You nodded your head whilst taking a sip out of your latte. You also texted him during your last class just to make sure he was still there.

“Other stuff happened last night—no, no! Nothing like that!” You laughed at the way Hani’s eyes turned into moons. “I—I really don’t know if I have the right to tell you, but I love you and I trust you.” She nodded her head and anticipated your next few words. “Seolhyun cheated on Yoongi last night.”

Seokjin came back at the perfect time. The dropped the bag of food onto the counter with his mouth agape. Hani mirrored his expression and blinked a few times.

“She cheated-cheated?!” Seokjin exclaimed.

“Yeah,” You sighed. “She was having sex with Seung Ho when Yoongi walked into her room.”

“Yoongi saw what hap—oh my god.” Hani raised her fingers to her lips and remained stunned. You were just as shocked when Yoongi told you, so you understood when they didn’t have much to stay.

“I should get back to my dorm.” You reached over the counter and looped the bag handles through your fingers. “Thanks for these, Seokjin. I’ll update you guys if anything else happens.”

Hani hopped off her seat and opened her arms for you to enter. Her hug was warm and it was something you really needed. You wanted to cry and tell her how stupid you felt for doing what you did last night, but this wasn’t about you. So, you just smiled at the Hani and Seokjin, promising again to update them.

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The hallway was toasty warm compared to the cold air outside. You were so grateful to finally be back at your dorm where you could throw on pajamas and have your spinach panini—and have casual talk with Yoongi too. Speaking of Yoongi, you didn’t even have a chance to tell him that you bought a small dinner for the both of you.

Oh well, food is food.

You unlocked your door and found both Yoongi and Jungkook sitting in your living room. You first made eye contact with Yoongi and then with Jungkook who had sauce stained on his chin.

“Uh, hi?” You chuckled and slid your shoes off.

“Hey, y/n! Welcome back!” Jungkook lifted his styrofoam bowl up for you to see. “Beef broccoli?”

“Thanks, but I have mines.” You raised the bag that was clutched in between your fingers.

Yoongi beckoned you to join them on the sofa and Jungkook scooted over to make room for you to sit in between them.

“If I knew you were here, I would’ve gotten you a panini too.” You waved the chicken panini in front of Jungkook before passing it on to Yoongi. It seemed like he ate already judging by the second styrofoam bowl that was on your coffee table, but he still took it from you and unwrapped the paper.

“I thought Yoongi told you.” The both of you flickered your attention towards Yoongi who paused mid-bite.

“Sorry.” He mumbled after fully sinking his teeth into the toasted bread. “I literally have no idea where my phone went after I texted Jungkook to come over.”

“He left his phone in our fridge once.” Jungkook mentioned, scarfing down the rest of his food.

“There was one time where he left his phone in between the couch cushions at the lounge. I’m surprised it was there the next morning.” You laughed and Yoongi gave you the are you done yet look.

“Oh! He once—“

“Jungkook, don’t you have a study group to go to?” Yoongi quickly cut him off and flung the panini wrapper square in the face of Jungkook.

Jungkook took a swig from his water bottle and looked down at his phone for the time. Within milliseconds, his eyes grew wide and almost choked on his beverage.

Jungkook pushed himself off your sofa and messily gathered his things. He stuffed whatever trash was lying around into the plastic bag he got with his food.

“I’ll toss these out outside, y/n.” Jungkook shook the plastic bag around his wrist. He waddled over towards your front door where all of the footwear was neatly placed and stepped into his slides. “Bye y/n! See you later, Yoongi!”

He shuffled out of your dorm accidentally slamming your door because of all of the things he was carrying. You heard the muffled sound of Jungkook’s voice saying sorry! behind the door.

“He’s seriously the cutest. I understand why you love him so much.” You chuckled and scooted over to sit where Jungkook was sitting.

“Ehh, I don’t love him that much.”

You laughed at the look Yoongi gave you because you could already tell he was lying.

The room fell silent and you weren’t sure if it was the perfect time to mention Seolhyun’s name. There was no mention of her name whatsoever since this last night, so bringing her up too out of the blue didn’t seem right. Within the silence, Yoongi looked as if an idea had struck him and he fished in between the couch cushions and like magic, his phone was uncovered.

“Well, shit.” He breathed and you snorted with laughter.

“You didn’t even feel any sort of vibration or hear your text message tone at all?” You were at the brink of tears at this point and abdominal muscles were already forming over your stomach.

“No, I—” Yoongi continuously clicked on the home button as well as the lock button. “I guess my phone died?”

The confused look on his face made you laugh even more.

Defeated by your amusement to his confusion, he shook his head and retreated into your room to grab a phone charger.

“Now that I think about it, I did invite Jungkook over around two and I think my phone percentage was around fifteen percent?” Jungkook sat on the floor so he could keep his phone close as he charged it.

“And for four hours, you lost your phone?” You got comfortable and stretched your legs out onto your sofa.

“Yeah and what took you so long anyway? I thought your last class finished at three today.”

“My lab partner and I wanted to perfect our hypothesis and experiment—actually, I texted you this.” You chucked in disbelief and showcased your conversation with Yoongi.

[12:46] You: i might fall asleep in this library

[1:03] Yoongz: I already took two naps. One on your bed and another on your sofa

[1:35] You: i’m going to die in my criminology class

[3:22] You: hey, i’m staying back to fix up my lab. idk when i’m going to be back but don’t eat all of my food pls

Yoongi stared blankly at your phone and once his phone booted up, it vibrated on your floor like crazy. The sound startled you and you sat up to take a quick look at his phone.

There were a few twitter and email notifications, but the thing that stood out the most was Seolhyun’s name on his phone that he already changed to her first and last name. Yoongi remained quiet as he stared at the multiple text messages he received from Seolhyun. There were repeated messages of please call me back and talk to me. Yoongi shifted his body and you quickly looked away from his phone.

“Are you?” You cleared your throat. “Gonna call her back, that is.”

He didn’t turn to face you, instead, he took a deep breath mumbled, “I don’t know.”

On an impulse, your fingers reached up to gently graze a few strands of Yoongi’s hair. You continued to move up and massage his scalp with your fingertips. “Don’t you want to hear an explanation?”

“And listen to her rant about how I’ve been such a bad boyfriend to the point where she had to cheat on me?” There was clear anger in Yoongi’s words and you couldn’t blame him.

“Yoongi-”

“I don’t want to hear anything that she has to say, y/n.” Yoongi twisted his body around and with the lightest grip you had on the back of head, your hand was now resting on his cheek when he turned.

Your eyes felt like they were stinging with tears and you didn’t even know why you felt like crying. Maybe because it was the pain that Yoongi held in his eyes and see how fast he was breathing. Yoongi didn’t deserve this, and Seung Ho was right, he deserved an explanation.

“Seung Ho talked to me after class—Yoongi please just—just listen,” Yoongi rolled his eyes and you cupped his face with both hands. “I know you’re assuming that you’re going to hear her mention about you being a bad boyfriend and hey, maybe you won’t. But Seung Ho even said that you deserve and explanation and frankly, I agree.”

Yoongi focused his attention to somewhere else on the floor and you squished his cheeks and made him look at you. “This is closure. I know you’re done, but you should also get everything you want off your chest too because she needs to know how much you tried and how much it hurt to be the only one trying.”

The stern look in his eyes grew softer and it seemed like he was finally listening to you. Yoongi rested one of his hands on your knee and drummed his fingers against the fabric of your jeans.

“Fine.” He sighed and you softly smiled at him. “But only on one condition—you have to come with me.”

Your jaw dropped a little and your pace of your blinking grew rapid. “I—I don’t think that’s a good idea, Yoongi. Especially since, for some reason, you told her that you kissed me.”

“She’s not going to do anything to you. I won’t let her.” Yoongi’s voice sounded certain. “I just don’t want to be left alone with her.”

He grazed your knee and you tried not to flinch. You really didn’t want to be around Seolhyun, especially because she knows that the two of you kissed. But if it was the price to pay to let Yoongi have his closure, then so be it.

“O-Okay..” You said quietly. “I’ll go.”

“Thank you.” Yoongi’s voice was just as quiet as yours and his lips twitched upward into a small smile.

Honestly, if Yoongi continued to look at you the way he was at the moment, you would lose all restraint and kiss him again. Yoongi’s eyes held every star in the universe and you didn’t understand what made Seolhyun want to cheat on someone like him.

The sound of your text message tone made you two break eye contact; you were disappointed yet relieved.

“Everything okay?” Yoongi asked whilst standing up.

“Yeah, Jungkook just asked me if you found your phone yet.” You chuckled a little and tapped away at your keyboard.

“I guess I should text him.” Yoongi bent down to retrieve his phone. “By the way, sorry if I invited him over like it was my own place. I just asked him to bring me my bag with some clothes and my charger.”

“It’s no problem.” You answered. “You’re not heading back to your dorm?”

Yoongi set his phone back down and stuck his hands into his pockets. “U-Uh, no. Not tonight, if that’s okay with you?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You breathed. “I”m uh, I’m gonna take a shower. I probably smell like chemicals.”

↠↞

That hot shower hit the spot. Even if the shower was the perfect place to stand in deep thought, you didn’t want to think about anything that had to deal with Seolhyun or Yoongi staying over again. You did promise yourself to not lose anymore self control because now was not the time to think about kissing him again or even cuddling with him. You caught yourself blushing as you dried your hair.

“Get yourself together, y/n. Keep your shit together.” You huffed quietly and unplugged your hair dryer.

When you walked into your room, Yoongi was changed into a gray tracksuit and was sitting cross legged on your bed. You spotted his backpack sitting on your desk chair which reminded you that your bag was still in your living room.

“You’re going to sleep already?” Yoongi called out.

“No, I have to make a few revisions on my paper.” You returned shortly, basically dragging your bag on the floor.

“Oh. Uh, well, if you’re done early, do you want to watch something on Netflix?” He averted his eyes away from you and found the loose thread on your blanket more interesting.

You chuckled at his shyness and took a seat across from him with your laptop tucked underneath your arm. “Sure.”

While you clacked away at your keyboard, Yoongi was absorbed in a game on his phone. He plugged his charger into the usb port on the side of your laptop, so he was lying down with his body at a 90 degree angle against your wall. It felt like nothing ever happened between you two because his presence was comforting.

After a few more strokes on your keyboard, you cracked your knuckles in front of you and sighed. “Done?” Yoongi asked whilst sitting up.

“Yeah, for the most part. I just hope this is the last revision I need to do.” You set your already heated laptop on your desk to properly cool. About 40 minutes had passed since you started revising and your back felt like it needed to be snapped in half like a glow stick.

“Let’s watch Coraline. It’s been a while.” Yoongi suggested and you didn’t complain, it was your favorite movie.

He took the liberty to take your laptop and set it up near the footside of your bed. You shared Yoongi’s Netflix account along with Jungkook, Jin, and Seolhyun; he was probably going to change his password soon.

The “continue watching” section was an array of genres ranging from anime to serial killer documentaries to food related videos. But Coraline always remained somewhere on that list. Yoongi didn’t know you rewatched the movie last week, but you didn’t mind watching it again and you especially didn’t mind watching it with him.

You were in the kitchen pouring some chips into a bowl and grabbing two water bottles out of your refrigerator when you heard the start up music of Coraline.

“I was so close to getting a yellow raincoat because of this movie.” You tossed a water bottle to Yoongi who already made himself comfortable against your head board.

“What stopped you?”

“My will power.” You snorted at the contradiction of your words and placed your head pillow onto your lap to sit next to him.

It was now farther into the movie, the chips were completely finished after two refills and the empty bottles were sitting on your desk. You were still sitting up with your legs stretched out to avoid your feet falling asleep. On the other hand, Yoongi’s entire body was already stretched out onto the mattress with his head sunk deep into the pillow.

“You know the first time I saw this movie, I really wasn’t expecting it to be this creepy.” You chuckled at the memory of you being a bit more terrified than your liking; it literally gave you a few sleepless nights after the first time watching it.

You waited for Yoongi to tease you or make some sort of sarcastic remark and it struck you as odd when you didn’t hear anything coming from him.

“I swear if you’re—” You turned your head to him. “Asleep.”

Yoongi had his head tilted towards your body and his hands were resting flat on top of his stomach. It almost felt like a crime to wake him up because he looked peaceful whilst sleeping, so opted to move as quiet and nimble as possible. You started to reach forward to pause the movie and with the subtle movement you made on the bed was enough to awake him.

“Finished already?” He tried to play it off and stretched his arms up and placed them behind his head.

“You’re not slick, Min Yoongi.” You scoffed and continued to clean up the mess around you two. “You literally took two naps today and you still managed to sleep while watching Coraline.”

“Are you surprised?” He shuffled his body to curl up on his left side to watch you clean up.

That answer was coming from the same boy who slept for almost a full day, had dinner, and then fell back asleep after letting himself digest for about an hour. All in all, I guess you weren’t as surprised as you thought.

Without exchanging anymore words, you put everything away into its respectful places and turned off your light with only the dim light from outside peeking through your curtains. Yoongi was still lying on his side with one hand tucked in between his knees and the other underneath his cheek. While your eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, you could still see the whites of Yoongi’s eyes. You continuously told yourself to stay cool and to not show any signs of anxiety about lying down next to him. Everything between the two of you remained the same since this morning so just because you were going to sleep beside him doesn’t mean that it was time for the energy to change.

“Y/n?” Yoongi’s voice cut through your thoughts.

“Hm?” You hummed and sat down on your space of the bed.

“Can I—Can I ask you something?” As Yoongi stated the question, he sat up himself to sit cross legged towards you.

Your heart thumped against your chest cavity at the way he said can i ask you something? “Sure.”

The sigh he pushed out was audible and scooted closer to you. His eyes were darted elsewhere and the silence was weighing heavy around you.

“Can…” He started. “Can I have another kiss?”

Yoongi’s question knocked the wind out of your lungs and made your heart stop beating for a second. In what world would Yoongi be asking for a kiss because this had to be a dream. What made things worse was that you were actually giving it some thought and you were just telling yourself to get your shit together.

Now was not the time to be thinking about how soft his lips were or how lovely the dainty features on his face looked like. You especially didn’t want to think about how much you really wanted to kiss him.

Let’s be real; kissing him was a stupid and painful decision that you made on your own, but was it a crime to want to kiss him again? It had to be.

“Why..?” Your question came out as a tiny squeak and you were hoping you didn’t sound offensive or bothered by the idea.

“I just..” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. “I like the way your lips feel.”

You wanted to laugh at the way he started, but he spoke without a mere chuckle so everything else that followed deemed serious.

“I also thought about why you would’ve kissed me and I think I figured it out.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “There’s also a lot I want to talk to you about. It’s stuff that’s been bothering me, but we can talk about all of that another time.” He sighed and made heavy eye contact with you. “I just really want to kiss you.”

This had to all be a dream; you would’ve slapped yourself to check, but now was not the time.

It didn’t feel right to kiss him. It didn’t feel right to want to hold his hand as you laid down next to him because he just went through an ordeal. Yoongi needed to rest, even if he had a good amount of rest today. He needed time to gather himself especially since he agreed to meet with Seolhyun to have closure. All you had to do was politely tell him that now was not the right time for this. But as sane as you were most of the time, you were selfish about some things sometimes.

And now was one of those times.

“O-Okay..” You breathed.

Even in your dimmed room, you saw Yoongi’s eyes light up at your answer and it almost made your lips twitch into a smile.

“I can kiss you?” He asked again.

“Yeah.” You reassured. “You can.”

Compared to yesterday, the entire world around you started to slow down. Yoongi shifted his weight onto one hand to keep him at bay while he reached up to run his fingers against your cheek before cupping it.

Your breath hitched in your throat as Yoongi crept in to close the gap in between you two. At first you were hesitant in closing your eyes, but just before Yoongi fully reached the flesh of your lips, his flickered to yours. The gaze he gave you was calming and instead of it helping you relax, it only made your more nervous. You could practically hear the sound of your heartbeat ringing through your eyes; probably loud enough for Yoongi to hear.

It felt like hours before you watched Yoongi’s eyelids flutter close and yours followed in suit.

The initial touch of his lips sent a jolt of electricity throughout your body and as his lips molded carefully into yours, you sighed into the kiss. You could almost feel your body grow numb, but was revived back to life as Yoongi’s lips moved shyly against your own.

Your hands were balled into fists on your lap until you gained feeling back in your hands. You blindly reached for his hand and once you found it, he eagerly accepted the invitation to interlock fingers with you.

After what seemed to be forever, the bliss of kissing Yoongi came to an end once he pulled back an inch away from your face. You opened your eyes to find him staring back at you and he chuckled. The sound was music to your ears because along with the short sound of his laughter, he smiled. He still had his hand resting on your cheek and before you could say anything or even exchange your own laughter, he gently tugged at your face to plant another kiss on your lips.

Excitement bubbled inside of your chest all over again and you couldn’t even stop yourself from cracking a smile as you kissed. You liked Yoongi for so long and so damn much that feeling this happy had to be a crime of some sort. And if it was, you were more than ready to accept whatever sentence was given.

♡ rae

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khh-writings · 7 years ago

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Anti

Who: Zico

Genre: Angsty/fluff

Hope you like it and sorry for any mistake

I don’t understand The eyes that focus on you I don’t understand The things you possess at that age Your passionate fans, the TV programs that host you The musicians that form around you, yo

Jiho looked at you and smiled before getting back to work. You were both at his studio. He was composing a new track, and you were just surfing the Internet while you listen to some music. Suddenly, “Anti”, his new song, had started to play.

Your success gave you the right to be insulted again I’m gonna pluck the roots of your arrogance And make your life sway

You had already listened to that song, and of course, it had bothered you a lot… However, this time, listening to it while he worked was just too hard to bear.

You had been friends with Jiho for many years. You were his best female friend, the one he had always wanted. And he was yours. And in all those years of friendship, you saw him continuously overworking himself with no rest. Of course, all his enormous efforts had taken him to where he was but, sometimes, it was just too much for you. All that hate he received, all those anonymous and not so anonymous enemies he had… You just couldn’t understand it.

You would always be screaming nonsense and swearing to those hateful comments about you both saw everywhere, while he would just sadly smile and say “It’s okay. I can handle it”. That was Jiho’s way, and you couldn’t say a word about it, just support him and always be by his side.

Why is she dating That unclassy delinquent? Celebrities are blinded by the spotlights Deafened by the applause So they see and hear but they can’t do anything

You watched his back as he worked, the only moment he would be totally away from this horrible world. He had broken up with Seolhyun a couple of months ago. The pressure was just too hard for them. However, you knew he hadn’t get totally over it yet. As his best friend, you would always try to make him laugh and have a good time… but, as a girl in love with her dearest friend, you would also hide your tears and your broken heart for those moments when you were alone.

You can’t deceive me I’ve seen your face on the screen before I’m gonna shed your make-up And let everyone know that it was all an act Why do I hate you

It was enough. You took your phones off, angrily.

You drove to Jiho’s place, silent. From time to time, you felt how he, sitting by your side, would look at you. You parked and waited for him to open the door. You sat on his big sofa and exhaled. You saw how he took off his jacket and sat in front of you. His big eyes were fixed on you as if he wanted to ask you something. He made you feel nervous.

However, you were saved just in time, when the doorbell rang. Jiho got up confused, ready to go open.

“I will”

Two minutes later, you put the tteobbokki you had ordered on the table.

“I told you I would cook for you tonight!” Jiho pouted.

“You’ve been working the whole day, you deserve to rest a bit”

“Then you should have cooked for me”

“I’m tired too!”

Jiho laughed.

His laughter was the most beautiful thing in this world.

However, after that short moment of relaxing, silence invaded you both again, as you ate while watching the TV. You weren’t really paying much attention to the TV, but you pretended to do so as if your life depended on it.

“Okay, I think I’m done with this, what’s wrong with you?” Jiho surprised you, and the rice cake you were holding with your chopsticks fell on your plate. It must have been a comic situation, but he was very serious. He was as analytical as always.

“Nothing. I’m tired, I told you.” “You never knew how to lie” You sighed, giving up. You put the chopsticks on your plate and pouted. “It’s… it’s… I was listening to Anti earlier at the studio” “And…?” “It makes me sad” “It shouldn’t. It’s a great song” “Indeed… But it makes me sad, and angry, and it makes me want to hit everybody”

Jiho’s serious face changed in that precise moment. A little smile appeared on his face. He got up and went to the sofa you were sat on. He sat by your side and hugged you, hiding his face on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” you heard his voice, muffled by your hair, and felt his breathing on your neck. “I’m okay, you don’t have to worry. You know I’m tough.” “You pretend to be so, but you are the softest teddy bear ever.” He hugged you, strongly. “I don’t know how couldn’t I realise earlier?” “Realise what?” “That you’re the most amazing woman in the world…” “I’m…” You tried to speak, but he hugged you tighter, almost forcing you to stop. “…and that… I love you.” You could swear you froze in that precise moment. “I… I love you too…” You managed to say. Jiho grabbed you by the arms and he pulled himself a bit away from you. He looked at you, with the most serious expression ever. “What? You’re scaring me.” “Do you really mean it?” “Yes. Really” “Since when?” “More time that I would like to admit” He smiled, softly, his cheeks flushing, or you thought so. “Same with me” You bit your under lip. It seemed like you had hundreds of bats in your stomach, your face was almost as red as pure blood and your mind and heart were going crazy… And above all, you were happier than ever. The most amazing thing was, however, that Jiho looked exactly just like you.

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thedefinitionofbts · 7 years ago

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Young

Alternatively “Wings of My Words” (你曾是少年)

Pairings: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Slice of Life, Tennis Player!Hoseok

Words: 10K

Description:

He was someone you weren’t supposed to trust, someone who could break down your walls and leave you more vulnerable than you ever thought you could be. He was everything you knew you should stay away from, so why didn’t you think before falling?

Well, that’s simply because like every one who came before you, you were once rightfully and unapologetically…

Young.

A/N: Loosely inspired by the song “Young” by *cue Hobi’s voice* “their friends The Chainsmokers” and S.H.E’s “你曾是少年” (trans: you were once a youngster)

They say that when you reach your late-twenties you were supposed to have settled with a job, perhaps be on your way to marriage, starting a family, and have a relatively clear blueprint of the next ten or twenty years of your life. It’s when you’ve reached that period when musings like the meaning of existence, love, and the pursuit of happiness were things that you didn’t have time to contemplate because work life was hectic, you always had too much on your plate, and those youthful days of dreaming have long passed.

But that’s just what they say.

And it’s those moments where you’re sitting in a coffee shop, reading a book as the people on the streets outside go about their day, when the endless loneliness of your late-twenties, a time when you used to think by now you’d know what future you wanted to head towards and you should have life figured out and the path paved, hit you the hardest.

You weren’t expecting anything in particular to happen today, but life in actuality is full of surprises.

“Y/N?”

The sound of his voice cuts through the background noise that you have consciously blocked out so you could enjoy the book gripped between your two hands, and you initially think you are just hearing things because the rhythm of the musical noise and the tone of the words escaping that person’s lips is so familiar it makes you actually believe you’re in a dream because the last time you heard that voice echo those exact syllables was ten years ago. But at this point, you have nothing to lose, so you look up from the words on the page just to make sure.

And it’s that defining moment in every cliché movie, the one where the main characters see each other for the first time in years, and they share this tumultuous past that the audience exists just to hear about.

Ok, maybe not that dramatic, but close enough.

And he looks just as good as the first time you set your eyes on him. He’s dressed differently though, draped in attire that makes him look more mature. His jawline is even more chiseled than you last remembered, raised eyebrows giving away the fatigue of age enhanced by the subtle wrinkling of his forehead. But his eyes…his eyes have not changed, even though they are looking at you in the most astonished way possible.

His hot cup of coffee is still gripped in his hand, and you can almost see it tremble slightly as you watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down, swallowing and averting his eyes, most likely regretting calling out your name.

“H-Hoseok?” You manage to mutter just before he is able to utter an apology for disturbing you and running off.

…

It was your first day of school. Scratch that. First day at your new school. You were already in your junior year of high school, when your dad decided to switch jobs and move your whole family to a new town, ripping you away from everything you knew: the close knit group of friends that you had been with for years, the relationships you had already begun to build with your teachers (for the purpose of getting good letters of recommendation for college), and the dreams you had worked towards reaching in tennis.

A small town up north with no indoor tennis courts.

How the fuck are you supposed to play in the winter? Junior year is when coaches recruit players for college, and every tennis player knows even a day without practice could negatively effect your game. It was absolutely vital that you got enough court time, something that will soon turn into an impossible feat.

“Just focus on your studies from now on. There’s no use playing in college anyways.” Was what your dad had said to you, after you had dreamed of becoming a professional tennis player since you were 10, but soon realized being a professional athlete was not in the cards for you, not in this universe at least. Hence, at 15, you decided to change your plans and play in college instead; thinking at least you could get into a top school on a full scholarship that way.

Well, not anymore.

And the fact that the girls’ tennis team at your new school sucked balls (figuratively and probably literally too) made your point even more valid. Who were you even going to practice with? It’s not like the shitty town had a tennis club with experienced coaches or good players for that matter.

But enough of the details.

Point is things weren’t looking too bright for you. At least you managed to make a couple of friends pretty quickly, word got around about you leading the girls team to their first ever championship and also taking over the valedictorian-to-be spot with your perfect grades. Seolhyun, the girl who apparently held that spot before you came along, wasn’t too happy about it judging from the glares she would shoot you whenever you passed by her in the halls. But that’s to be expected right? You were no stranger to cutthroat competition and innate female jealousy, heck, you survived a number of years in the junior league where saying that it was a dog eat dog world was putting it nicely.

Your new group of friends, Jisoo, Jenny, Rose, and Lisa were four of the most popular girls in school, and they were pretty adamant about inviting you to be a part of their clique (something about anyone who could get Seolhyun jealous was worthy of joining them). And yeah, schools in small towns are cliquey, which you found out pretty early on. You didn’t want to join them at first, being the type to stray away from rumors and avoid high school drama like the plague, but you figured sitting with them at their “popular” lunch table was better than eating alone in the corner for the next two years.

“What’d you get?” Lisa voices, nodding to Rose, who was scrutinizing her test paper that the teacher had handed back last class.

“87” Rose huffs. “I was this close to an A” She says, rolling her eyes and folding the paper and tucking it away in her backpack.

“Still pretty good” Jisoo shrugs.

“Y/N, what did you get?” Jenny queries, turning towards you.

You look down at the perfectly preserved paper in your hands, not a single red mark to be found. No surprise, in fact you’d be disappointed in yourself if there were.

“100” Lisa voices, peeking over at your test.

…

All was going well in your new school. You were on your way to making it through the last two years of high school with virtually with no more bumps in the road… or so you naively thought.

It was everything about the way he carried himself, the way he dressed, the way he interacted with his friends and other students whom he clearly held an air of superiority towards that screamed stay away, especially for a star student like you. You needed to focus on getting into your dream school, now that tennis wasn’t a valid option any longer; a perfect SAT score combined with a commendable GPA was the ticket to getting where you were supposed to go.

No slip ups. And absolutely no distractions.

He was someone you definitely didn’t want to get involved with, and you knew that. You fucking knew it like the back of you hand, and it wasn’t a source of alarm, not at first, not at all, and certainly not obvious in the least. Something as impossible as falling for him was never a worry, never an imminent concern, and didn’t even show up on your radar until he called your name for the first time.

Being the No. 1 singles player on the girl’s team and winning the seasonal championship for your school last fall season (which would not have been possible had you not joined the team despite their crappy record), it wasn’t a surprise that the coach of the boys tennis team asked if you wanted to help out in the spring as a student assistant coach. Especially since the boy’s coach was a close friend of your fathers. They had played on the same team back during their university days, and he had helped you train last summer, so it was only natural that you would repay the favor. They were short on hands anyways.

Spring was boys tennis season. And today was the first day of practice and of course it would be raining outside in a town with, you repeat, no indoor tennis courts, meaning that there was no way you could play outside on the actual courts in risk of slipping and sustaining an injury that would have you out all season. The coach had decided to just have the team gather in the gym where he could go over logistics.

Everything was moving along smoothly until you decided to walk past the area where everyone was playing around to get to you phone, which you somehow accidentally left in your backpack. Very unlike you. And thinking back, it was perhaps because of your unlucky fate that it just so happened to be today that you would make your biggest mistake in high school…or so you thought at the time.

“Y/N, watch out!” You hear someone shout as you watch a fluffy yellow tennis ball zoom past your eyes. If you were a single step further along your walk to your backpack, you would’ve been hit smack in the face, earning you a bruised eye and who knows how many comments the next day.

You turn to see where the ball came from, only to have your eyes land on a boy wearing a backwards cap, decked out in Nike tennis apparel, and sporting a cheeky grin as he waited for you to turn and face him.

“Careful there” He says with a wink as you continue to stare, wondering how he knew your name when you didn’t have a clue who he was.

The flutter in your chest that the 17 year old you had not experienced in the past caught you by surprise as your eyes met his in that infinitesimal second that felt like a fleeting eternity. It snuck up on the you who was foolishly defenseless and unassuming, and it converted a seemingly harmless and deceptively casual encounter into a serendipitous moment you would look back on and remember for years to come.

…

A few days later, you see him again. And you start to wonder why you had never seen him around before. It was like after the day you became aware of his existence, there was no way to ignore the fact that he went to your school and he was, no matter how much you tried to ignore the thought, “pretty cute” as described by your 17 year old self. In your defense, finding a human being of the opposite sex attractive was not something out of the ordinary. But it was completely new to you because before this, you had never considered any of the guys in high school to be even remotely datable, based on your standards, which everyone you had discussed the matter with voiced that they were too high.

But to each their own, you would argue.

He was wearing his cap backwards again, a signature of his you assumed, a style that conveniently revealed his smooth forehead and even smoother facial skin. Wow, he didn’t even have pimples. But he did have this douche-y smirk plastered on his face as he spoke with his guy friends. One of which looked like some emo dude who didn’t give fuck and another who was tall which you recognized from literature class because he was always the first to raise his hand to answer questions. The entire scene was somehow attractive to you, and you knew from then, you were doomed.

“Who’s that?” You asked while eating lunch with your group of friends.

Jennie turns her head in the direction that you were looking. “Oh, you mean Jung Hoseok?”

“Hoseok?” You repeat, feeling the syllables roll off your tongue like you had finally found what you had been looking for, as if you were finally getting a taste of water after a long period of perpetual thirst.

“Yeah, he’s No. 1 on the boys team. He’s held that spot since freshman year, a real player. Figuratively and Literally.” Jennie says.

“What do you mean?” You inquire, finally dragging your gaze away from the magnetic source it was being drawn towards to turn to the girls, who were all looking at you now.

“Y/N, don’t tell me you’ve never seem him making out with a different girl every week.” Rosie replies. “He takes PDA to the next level. ”

You raise an eyebrow, grabbing another glance at the expensively dressed boy who was still busy talking to his group of guy friends.

“He may not look it, but-“ Rosie

“May not look it?” Jisoo cuts her off mid-sentence. “Have you seen the way he dresses? That button up shirt and slacks scream douche bag. Nobody dresses that nicely for school unless they were trying to impress people.”

“Preppy and rich. He’s a tennis player, what do you expect?” Lisa shrugs.

“I’m a tennis player” You defend, instincts kicking back in and siding against stereotypes against all tennis players in the world.

“We know, but you’re different” Jennie says, patting you on the shoulder.

“Yeah, Hoseok just does it to get girls” Jisoo explains. “When was the last time he’s been in an actual relationship?”

“Ha, like never” Rose scoffs.

“Isn’t he with Seolhyun?” Lisa asks.

“They’re just playing around, last I heard” Jenny says. “Saw them making out in the hall by the band room this morning. Made me want to gag and tell them to get a room instead of trying to make everyone want to gauge their eyes out.”

…

Spring rain was finally letting up which entailed the beginning of actual practice. And yeah, you would think that after everything your friends warned you about, you would do everything you could to stay away from this Hoseok guy, but that wasn’t really plausible, now was it? You, being the student assistant coach for the boys’ tennis team, and Hoseok, being the No. 1 singles player.

You don’t want to sound like a broken record, but you were powerlessly and undeniably fucking doomed.

On day 1 of practice, the coach decided to make everyone play a game as warm up. One in which two teams of 3-4 people line up on opposite sides of the court, playing with only one shared racquet. A person was to hit the ball and then pass the racquet to the next person in line. First team to mess up loses.

You stand behind Hoseok as he hits a forehand and turns to hand you the racquet. There was nothing unusual about the interaction, nothing particularly noteworthy about the motion, and no big deal, that is until he decided to make it one with a very immature comment.

Hoseok takes a step closer to you. “Was I too rough?” You look up at him, swallowing the saliva that had built up in your mouth because of how close his body was to yours. You could practically feel the heat radiating from his chest, which is well worth to point out, was bare, as all the boys had conveniently removed their shirts because it was, quote unquote “too hot”, while you were still wrapped in your hoodie being the type to get cold easily. “Sorry, I’ll be more gentle next time” He winks and runs back in line. The boys behind you burst out in laughter.

Very mature.

“Y/N, why don’t you and Hoseok go play a match on court 1” You hear your coach shout over from the next court over. “Our first meet is this Saturday, and I want you to make sure he’s ready.

No choice. You had no choice but to do as you were told.

But what you did have control over was showing Hoseok that playing with him was completely against your own will, despite that tiny bit of excitement churning in the pit of your stomach that you were choosing to ignore so you could put on a bitch face and show him you were not going to fall for his antics.

“Go easy on me ok?” He says after you guys decide who was to serve first.

“As if” You scoff, grabbing the newly opened can of balls away from him and walk to the baseline to begin.

“Yeah, beat him Y/N” Taehyung shouts from the other side of the fence separating back-to-back courts. Taehyung and Jimin were doubles players, partners for life on and off court. They were safe to say, your favorites on the team so far.

Hoseok smirks as he watches you get in the zone, ready to kick his ass, in which 45 minutes later, you do.

“Game, set, match” You shout as you hit a winner straight off his serve.

Hoseok sighs and walks towards the net smiling to shake your hand. You can’t help but notice how large his hand is compared to yours, and how long and slender his fingers are. His grip is firm and when you were about to pull away, he holds his grip a millisecond longer, just enough to notice but not enough to suspect he had mischievous intentions or ulterior motives, if you will.

“Good match” He says, still smiling at you, and for a moment the thought that his smile is seemingly brighter than the sun crossed your mind, but it’s gone the instant you hear the other boys whistling and cheering.

Again. Very mature.

…

The next time you see him, he’s with his friends again. And you were just by yourself, minding your own business while walking to your next class, when you just so happen to run into him with his posse. They sure looked like they were having a good time, joking around and laughing in the hallway. And you think you can get by unnoticed, like Hoseok wouldn’t see you, or at least he’d pretend he didn’t know you while he was with his friends. But no, apparently that’s not how things work in this world.

“Y/N” You hear the familiar voice call just as you were about to make your getaway.

Looking up, you see that annoyingly friendly smile again. One that for some damn reason doesn’t look as douchey when it’s directed towards you, and it dangerously makes you forget the player that he is (in the non-tennis-wise sense), the warning that is written in his preppy attire and jock-like attitude.

“H-hey” You manage to reply but immediately regret as your shaking voice escapes your lips. What the fuck happened to the confident side of you that kicked his ass in tennis the other day?

Hoseok chuckles. “See you at practice” He waves and is off before you can turn your head and watch him walk off with his friends.

At least you didn’t have any classes with him, but there was no way to hide anything from your friends, especially with how fast the latest gossip flew around at your school.

“So what’s up with you and Hoseok?” Jisoo asks as she sits down next to you at the coveted “popular” lunch table.

“Me? Hoseok? Nothing” You say, almost a tad bit hysterically. How the fuck does she know? You sure as hell didn’t tell any of them you were helping coach the boys’ team.

“Namjoon told Jennie that Hoseok’s been talking about you lately” Jisoo continues.

“I heard my name” Jennie says as she walks up to the table, lunch tray in hand.

“We were talking about Hoseok” Jisoo explains. “Y/N, we warned you about him, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. And there’s nothing going on. I beat him in tennis a few days ago. He’s probably just bitter about it.” You shrug, hoping they would just let it go because talking about him made it worse. You didn’t even want to think about him, or be reminded of the way talking about him made you giddy and want to think about him more. Fuck.

“That’s not the story I heard” Jennie raises her eyebrow.

“Story?” Lisa says, rushing over to the table and almost spilling the contents of her tray all over the floor. “I want to hear a story!”

“It’s about Hoseok” Jennie takes a moment to inform Lisa. She then turns back to you. “Namjoon said Hoseok recently cut ties with Seolhyun.”

Rose, Lisa, and Jisoo all gasp at once.

“…and that has to do with me because….” You trail off, praying that you sound skeptical and nonchalant.

“According to what I was told, shit went down like this.” Jennie, puts both of her elbows on the table and takes a deep breathe. “Seolhyun thought she had Hoseok in the palm of her hands. Aka, she assumed they were together. Officially. Which we all know doesn’t apply to Hoseok, but I guess little miss former-almost valedictorian and prom queen thought she was good enough to tie him down. She had told everyone that they were dating. But then just the other day, Hoseok suddenly decided to walk up to Seolhyun to confront her about it, after not caring about the matter for weeks. ” Jennie crosses her arms. “And Hoseok said, quote ‘were we ever a thing?’”.

Jisoo gasps. “He said that to her after every one in the school has already seen them making out in the halls and assumed they were together? Unbelievable.”

“Seolhyun cried didn’t she?” Lisa says with a bored expression. Jennie nods, a fake sympathy conveyed by her sad pout.

“But what does that have to do with me?” You cut in, failing to see your own involvement in this type of high school drama that you swore you never wanted to be a part of.

“It’s simple. It just means he found his next target.” Rose answers.

“And it’s you.” Jennie adds.

…

Normally you wouldn’t get up early on Saturday mornings, but the SAT was in a month, and you had a mock test to complete. You tried not letting your mind wander off as you stared at the long, and might you add, dull paragraph in the critical reading section that was displayed in front of you. It wasn’t a big deal. You had been taking these so-called practiced tests every Saturday for a year now, and luckily have seen steady improvement. It was unlike you to be distracted while reading, especially not to the point where you had to go back and re-read the same section because you weren’t paying attention the first time you skimmed through. This was very alarming. And as much as you tried not to think about “other” things, for the first time in your high school career that just didn’t seem possible no matter how hard you tried.

“It was an unusually difficult section,” You explain as you watch your dad check your answers, only to shake his head every time he marked one wrong.

“And what happens if you get unlucky and face an unusually difficult test?” He asks, looking up at you sternly past his reading glasses.

“I’ll put in extra preparation this month” You assure him, and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as he nods, satisfied with your discipline.

The boys were playing against their first school this afternoon, and coach was expecting you to go and “cheer them on”. The underlying meaning of it being, review their match playing strategy and figure out what they still needed to work on. Oh, and might you also add that he specifically requested you to “examine” Hoseok’s match because cause quote “the No. 1 singles player is the person who carries the entire team.”

Again, no choice. But that didn’t change the fact that Hoseok’s match was probably the most exciting to watch because although you had beaten him, he was still the best on the team, and for someone who grew up in a small town with no access to indoor tennis courts, meaning he could only play for half of the year, he was pretty darn good.

You cheer for him, clapping every time he won a point, classic etiquette in tennis, but even if it wasn’t, that burst of a shout after he hit a backhand down the line was not controllable, and you felt your cheeks flush when you realized how loud you were, only emphasized when Hoseok spotted you in the crowd and smirked.

He wins. 6-2 6-3. Easy.

“Can I have your number?” Hoseok asks as he walks towards you and sit down next to you in the grass. You had moved over to check out the other matches going on, trying to avoid him, but again, things just don’t work out the way you want…or do they, because deep down you secretly wanted him to come over and talk to you.

Sure. “No” You force yourself to say.

Hoseok shrugs. “Coach gave it to me already. Told me to hit you up for extra practice this season.”

That motherfu-

“Then why did you even bother to ask? And is he even allowed to do that?” You make an offended face.

“Didn’t want it to feel like you were forced against your will, but it seems that it is.” It was the first time you saw the look of disappointment on his face, but you knew, you fucking knew this was all part of his plan to get you to feel sympathetic. It was just another trick in his bag of goodies.

“You don’t say?” You retort.

“It’s ok if you don’t want to. I just tell coach we’re both too busy with school.” He turns and stares at the courts distantly, and you almost feel guilty about being so cold to him. If you really thought about it, he’s never done anything to you, per se, you’ve just been heavily influenced by third party sources, and it’s unfair to assume based on rumors. Or you were too weak to control your inner desires. Fuck.

“I’ll do it,” You say after a sigh.

“Wait, what?” Hoseok turns and looks at you confused.

“I’ll practice with you” You say, turning to face him, and you think you’re imagining the way his eyes sparkle a little as he registers your words, the way a little twitch of his upturned lip gives away the delight he was trying to contain, and for a momentary pause in time you let yourself return his smile.

…

So you were right about coach screwing you over when he gave your number to Hoseok, because the first time you spoke with him alone, like actually alone, for a good three hours after practicing with him one-on-one, you fell for him… not that your weren’t already slowly slipping into said black hole before that.

And for some unknown reason, you led yourself to believe he wasn’t what everyone made him out to be. And no matter how many times you told yourself you were being a blind idiot, his full body laugh and suggestive smiles tore down whatever barrier you were trying to build between him and your dumb ass.

“You totally could’ve gone pro,” He says as he takes a sip of water from his bottle.

“I didn’t have what it took, mentally or physically.” You say, staring out at the empty park you guys were practicing by.

“Ok, I get the physical part.” He eyes you up and down, while you glance over and scowl at him. “You’re pretty small.”

“Gee, thanks” You mutter.

“What’s the average height for a female professional tennis player? 5’9? 175cm?” He looks at the sky; fluffy clouds drifting over to momentarily cover the sun.

“Yeah” You respond. “Can we not talk about me being short?”

Hoseok chuckles, his perfect smile making another appearance. “Sorry.” He sighs. “So what about the mental part?”

“I’m bad at dealing with my nerves. I choke.” You reply. It was true. Choking during a match is when a player gets so nervous, their legs feel like marshmallows and they can’t perform nearly as well as they should be able to. It’s when you muscles tense up and you make a ton of mistakes you normally shouldn’t, and lose to people you know you’re supposed to beat.

“Hey, we all do that” Hoseok says. “Getting nervous just means you really want to win, and it’s a necessary motivator.”

“Not when it’s an extreme case of the nerves,” You correct, turning towards him. “But whatever, it’s in the past. Tennis isn’t really my thing anymore.”

There’s a short pause and it’s in no way awkward or uncomfortable.

“But you’re still really good. Like really good. I can only imagine how good you were when you really trained intensely. ” He smiles. And you can’t refuse the warmth that spreads through your chest at his comment. It’s been a long time since you’ve heard such kind words about your tennis skills. Not just kind, but sincere words from someone who really understood why you had to give up your dream, a person who knows you’re still amazing even though you didn’t make it, an earnest appreciation for the hard work you put in for so many years.

You don’t know if that conversation is what led to the events that came after. Namely Hoseok asking you out on a real date and you somehow (or rather predictability at this point) agreeing, him driving you around town and chatting with him while sitting in the passenger seat like some country song, secret flirty glances during all subsequent practices which you thought no one noticed, and even studying together on weekends at the coffee shop by your house.

Snowball effect. That’s what it was.

You also blame the raging teen hormones.

And on top of that, the infamous “first love”, the one that everyone talks about because it’s exhilarating and unforgettable and unapologetically so. Feelings you never even imagined existed were constantly churning in the pit of your stomach, and even though you knew it was precarious, having been warned of the risk you were taking with someone like him beforehand, you didn’t care. Not when Hoseok held your hand as if he would never let it go, not when he locked his lips with yours as if you were his last love, and certainly not when day in and day out the thought of him was what made you happier than you’ve ever been.

“You’re No. 1 in our class?” He asks, flipping through your test papers all marked with perfect scores.

“Honestly, high school is not that hard” You shrug.

Hoseok’s mouth hangs open in awe. “Teach me your ways,” He says, making a motion to get on his knees and bow down to you.

“Pls” You roll your eyes before laughing.

“You probably get this a lot, but how are you so perfect?” He comments, gazing into your eyes in a way that makes you swallow nervously and your heart pound like crazy.

…

“Just friends?” Jennie huffs, crossing her arms and shaking her head. You had confronted her after the rumors of you and Hoseok dating spread like wildfire.

Not surprising at all.

“Hoseok doesn’t date remember?” You lie, knowing perfectly well that you and Hoseok were most definitely not “just friends”. Especially not when you were planning on having him meet your parents next weekend. Yeah, meeting your parents. The same parents who specifically stated they didn’t want you to date in high school and especially not in the all-important year you were applying to college. But it was getting hard lying to them about where you were going on Friday nights and Saturday afternoons, and it was impossible to explain why someone was now driving you home after tennis practice so you don’t have to take the bus for an hour every day.

“Which is why you need to cut ties with him!” Rose jumps in before Jennie could say anything.

“I think I can handle it guys” You say, trying to quell the annoyance that was building up. You were beginning to hate the way they spoke about Hoseok, about how he’s this douche bag who plays with girls’ hearts, when in reality he’s nothing like that and everyone had just been blinded by nasty rumors.

Of course, it was everyone else who was blind and not you.

“We just don’t want to see you get hurt,” Jennie says, reaching over and caressing your arm when she noticed you were getting a little worked up.

Thinking back, you probably should’ve taken her warning more seriously. But then again, maybe it was good that you didn’t.

It was safe to say that your parents did not like Hoseok. Did not like as in, they’re going to make it blatantly obvious that they disapproved of him more than you failing a test, and that said a lot.

“I’d advise the both of you to stop this nonsense and focus on school.” Your dad had said the moment Hoseok sat down at the dinner table.

“I’m sorry?” Hoseok says, confused as to why a supposed introductory dinner was starting out on such hostile footing.

“Hoseok, was it?” Your dad continues, ignoring the alarmed looks from you. “I heard you play tennis. How are you grades? Do you plan on entering an elite university?”

Hoseok clears his throat. “My grades are average. They’re not stellar, so I’m planning on attending a middle tier school.” He answers, and you can sense the tension in the room, like it was this puff of smoke that was clogging your lungs.

Your dad chuckles. “You are aware of my daughter’s standards, right?”

“I-“ Hoseok begins but is cut off.

“I don’t know how you found the audacity to approach her with your” Pause. “average skills.” He says.

“Dad!” You shout, not being able to believe he was saying this.

Hoseok was containing himself well, you had to give him props for that because god knows how irritated and downright embarrassed he must feel on the inside. And your dad just wouldn’t stop, no matter how much you nudged his leg under the table, the attacking comments just kept coming.

“Please excuse me” Hoseok says when he finally couldn’t stand the attacks from your dad any longer. He storms out of the house, holding back from starting a real fight because that would’ve led to an even bigger disaster.

You follow after him, but he’s already pulling out his car keys.

“Hoseok!” You shout. “Wait” You grab onto his arm, and he turns around to look at you tenderly. Anger evaporating from his previously tensed expression.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, ok” He says with a weary smile before getting in his car and driving off.

And you think you’re dreaming and the events that went down did not just happen, but you’re tackled by the reality that is a nightmare the moment you walk back in your house. Your dad had left the table, and it was just your mom, cleaning up the untouched food in eerie silence.

“You’re wasting your time with him.” She said, as you willed yourself to hold back the tears that were nipping at your eyes.

“But mom, I can handle school and-“

“I’m not talking about what your father was saying” She interrupts. “I’m purely considering the fact that young love rarely lasts, and he doesn’t look like the kind of person who will stay with you through the storm.”

“How would you know!” You almost shout back, it was the first time you had the audacity to speak to your mom in this way, but the fact that she just labeled Hoseok after knowing him for one dinner made you livid.

“Well, are you the first girl he’s been with?” She asks, voice revealing that she already knew the answer.

No. “I don’t know” You lie. You knew you weren’t.

“Do you believe he will stay faithful to you when you both go off to college?”

I don’t know. “Yes” You murmur, genuinely unsure, so that was technically only half a lie.

“Honey” She says. “You’re still young, you’ll meet plenty of great people in the future. ”

And you would’ve made an even bigger mistake if you had took her word on that, because we all know the heart will not follow any sort of logic, and fate is not something anyone can decide.

…

“It’s been a while. How have you been?” You say as you watch the familiar, yet unfamiliar figure, pull out a chair and seat himself in front of you.

“10 years. I’ve been decent. Could be worse.” He chuckles. “You?”

“I’m good.” You answer.

“Classic easy way out answer” He grins, and you can still see remnants of the sun in his smiling face, although the fuel that the burning flames had run on had been sucked dry lately.

You find out that he recently found a job in the city, after being unemployed for over 6 months when the marketing company he worked for went bankrupt. It sounded like quite the struggle, but everyone was struggling in today’s economy.

“I got my PhD two years ago, and I’m still a postdoc in my current lab” You explain, trying to sound casual, and summarizing the last 10 years in once succinct sentence. It felt strange knowing the person sitting across from you was once the closest person to you outside of family but now exiled to that awkward place between acquaintance and old friend.

You watch as he nods his head slowly, soaking in the circumstances and most likely feeling the same kind of nostalgic awkwardness that you were. He sighs and takes a cautious sip of his coffee in effort to postpone having to take the lead in this unexpected meeting of sorts.

“Going down the academic professor route?” He queries, raising an eyebrow and curving his lips upward in attempt to lighten the mood like old times.

You chuckle a little. “Honestly, I’m not too sure. I’ve never embraced the thought of being a college professor. Writing proposals all the time for funding and having to be responsible for students who have paid a ton of money for good education.”

“Ah, right, you’re not too good with pressure.” He nods, understandingly.

And you’re surprised he still remembers.

The Jung Hoseok who you have not spoken to in over 10 years still remembers the first real conversation he had with you that day on the tennis court in the empty park in that small town. That defining moment which lead your two paths to cross, one in which you revealed more of yourself than you had initially intended.

“How do you like the city?” You ask looking into his eyes that still remind you of so many things you’ve chosen to forget.

“It’s beautiful and exciting. There’s so much to do and it’s so different from the small towns I’m used to.” His eyes glance over at the scenery outside the window, the tall skyscrapers blocking a view that would otherwise go on for miles. “So far I’m liking it, but I don’t know if I’ll be feeling the same after living here long-term.”

“Yeah, it can get hectic. And public transportation is frustrating, especially if you have a long commute to work like me.” You voice, thinking of all the times you cursed at rush hour traffic and the one late night you took the subway after midnight and waited two hours for the train that took it’s sweet ass time.

Small talk.

You weren’t particularly good at it, and it always made you conscious of how awkward you are as a social creature, but you subtly wanted Hoseok to keep you company for as long as possible. Because he’s the one person from your past that you, admittedly, haven’t forgotten despite your not so strong attempts to do so.

It works. For a good hour or so before he finishes his coffee and tells you he needs to head out. You smile and nod, and tell him that it was good to see him, a pleasant encounter that could only be described at fate hard at work again, but you try and not think about it that way because it sounds stupid. Because you don’t know what he’s thinking or if you’ll ever get answers to why things happened the way they did, whether it was for better or worse. You also don’t know if you’ll ever see him again by chance, or if this is actually your last chance to do something. Anything. So thank god you ran out of that coffee shop, summing up every last ounce of courage you had and took matters into your own hands. Closing the distance between two parallel lines with your own strength instead of letting such a destined opportunity pass.

“Hoseok, wait” You call after him, rushing to stop him from not only physically leaving, but leaving the one thing that had been left unresolved for so many years.

He turns, staring perplexedly at your frenzied state.

“I just have one more question.” You say, trying to catch your breath. You bite your bottom lip, maybe it was a mistake to ask, but it’s been long enough right?

“Why did you do it?” You finally manage to blurt out.

The expression that crossed his face is unreadable. It was a mixture of acceptance, a calmness that almost seemed indifferent and detached, and lingering regret, a pain from an old would that doesn’t go away because a part of your nerves have been scarred. That feeling of being powerless over the things you can’t control, like not being tall enough to be a professional athlete, not being able to see the uncertain future but trying to shape the un-shapeable anyways, or just simple making mistakes because you were young.

…

Dating in secret. Or at least that’s what it felt like. It was obvious that no one accepted your relationship. Not your friends and certainly not your parents.

What made it even worse was that this mess you were in, hindered your test performance. You had to re-take the SAT, a fact that made your father very, very unhappy. But for once in your finely tuned life, you didn’t fucking care that your world was gradually crashing down. So what if you didn’t get into your “dream school”? Did that define you as a person? Did that mean you were a failure for life?

You had heard of countless stories where success was not determined by test scores, grades, or what college a person attended. Besides, both Bill Gates and Steve Jobs were drop outs, and look how successful they became.

It was a new kind of mindset you adopted. One in which compelled you to sneak out to bars with Hoseok at night, get drunk while underage, make love in public places while hidden under the guise of moonlit nights. And it was exhilarating, the way young love, first love, is supposed to be.

Hearing the sound of pebbles hitting your window, you already know who it is. You had been waiting for him, pretending to be asleep when you had told your parents goodnight and rushed up to your bedroom with a stomach full of anticipation. Kicking off your blankets you practically sprint to your window, opening it to the fresh breeze that kisses your face.

“Ready?” You hear a voice shout lightly from below. You nod, enthusiastically, the same reaction you give him every time he sneaks you out to the bar late at night.

“Where are we going?” You breathe after getting into his car and realizing he’s not taking you the usual route.

“Somewhere I’ve wanted to take you for a while now” He replies, eyes focused on the road and mouth curved upwards in a warm smile. Your eyes trace along the curves of his silhouette, the contours of his figure outlined by the moon and etched in your memory. The way he controls the steering wheel with one arm and rests his other hand gently on your thigh is something you should’ve gotten used to by now, but the way his arm veins bulge with every small movement and the way his fingers dance on your skin never fails to ignite a flame in you.

Hoseok takes you to an open field, doesn’t sound too appealing at first, but it’s not just any field, it’s a meadow, a field of flowers. And although you can’t see much at night, he insists that the glow of the moon and stars will be enough to see all that you think may be cloaked in darkness.

And he’s right. Or maybe you’re just caught up in the moment because you think you can see fluttering shapes when the wind brushes by, petals dancing in the air, their outline only visible because of the marginally lighter night sky, and the occasional sparkle of fireflies lighting up the black canvas.

He leads you over to a soft patch of grass under a tree, and the you who is normally terrified of the dark, especially in such a remote location feels fearless right then because Jung Hoseok could be leading you to the end of the world and you would gladly follow, no further questions asked. And your young mind chooses to believe that he was all you needed, because the warmth from his hands and the tenderness of his caress makes you wonder how you ever lived without his presence, something that seemed to feel just as important as the fundamental necessities that provided you with life.

When you sit down next to him and lean against his ever so familiar body, he wraps am arm around your shoulder, securing you in his embrace. He looks at you with an endearing gaze, lifting his other arm and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You know I was warned to stay away from you right?” You voice, waiting to see how Hoseok would react to your not-so surprising revelation.

“Yeah, which is why I was shocked you agreed to go out with me.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep, sedative breath. “But would you believe me if I told you that you were my first.”

“So you lied about not being a virgin?” You raise an eyebrow, invisible in the dark but laced in your voice.

Hoseok laughs lightly. “No, not first in that sense.” He clears his throat, taking the time to organize his thoughts; running through his next words in his mind before letting them slip past his lips. “The first girl that made me stop thinking about other girls…the only person that makes me want to better myself…oh god, I suck at this.” He sighs, blushing in embarrassment.

You giggle, reaching an arm up to touch his face, cupping his cheek in your hand.

“Don’t worry, I get it,” You say with a smile, head still rested against his firm, comforting chest.

Hoseok was someone who made you want to choose love over bread because for a fleeting moment in time, you wholeheartedly believed it didn’t matter how shitty everything else in the world was, as long as he was with you, you could create a happiness.

“Hoseok?” You murmur after a long period of silent gazing at the nocturnal landscape.

“Hmm?” He hums, shifting slightly to look at you, who by now has raised your head to gaze at him.

“What do you think will happen to us?”

He sighs gently. “I wish I knew.” He whispers.

“We can go to the same college.” You suggest, a statement that causes him to fall silent.

“Y/N” Hoseok voices, and it’s hard to identify the emotion entangled in his voice. It’s almost stern, but also weary at the same time. “I could never get into those schools that you’re applying to.” He huffs a silent chuckle.

“That’s ok, I’ll just apply to the schools you’re applying to” You say, almost cheerfully, like you were choosing to ignore how naïve your declaration sounded.

He removes his arm from your shoulder and sits up to look at you, placing his hands on your cheeks and rubbing the soft flesh with his thumb, like he was wiping nonexistent tears from your face.

“No, you’re not going to make sacrifices for me.” He says, still staring into your eyes. “You’re going to get into your dream school, and you’re going to be the successful women you were destined to be.” He smiles faintly. “You’ll fly high in your life, and know that I’ll be cheering you on.”

…

It was no miracle that you did get the acceptance letter from your dream school. Apparently not being able to test well under pressure was exactly what was holding you back from achieving the coveted perfect score on the SAT. And it was all thanks to Hoseok that you were able to rid yourself of that hindrance. It wasn’t just the fact that he changed you in a fundamental way, but he had also continued to help you cope with pressure and the expectation that you had been held up to all your life.

As you had voiced before, high school classes weren’t that hard so your GPA did not suffer at all, even though you were spending half of your free time going on dates with Hoseok, living freely without care despite the weight that continued to rest on your shoulders. It seemed like a win-win, and maybe now your parents would at least attempt to accept him. And you think you’ve finally figured everything out, that everything was now, truly falling into place.

You think. But when have you’re thoughts actually reflected reality correctly?

And then you learn that when your world actually comes crashing down, it doesn’t happen slowly. You can’t see everything falling one by one, the tiles sliding down the walls of your reality giving you time to make a run for it at least. But no, crashing worlds are not that nice to the living, it’s not gradual, it just flashes by, demolished in one single swoop.

It happens when you’re walking down the familiar halls of the school you almost grew to feel comfortable in. The band hall in particular. The one where the Hoseok you knew, diverted from the Hoseok everyone else at the school knew…or so you thought.

“Turn away” You hear Jennie shout before pushing you to face the other direction.

“Why-“ You begin to ask but are cut off by a gasp from Rose and Jisoo.

“Oh no…” Lisa murmurs.

“Guys, what’s happening?” You question, trying to turn to see but the four of them are intentionally blocking your view.

And then you see it.

“You fucking asshole!” You shout down the hall at the two people making out like they were putting a show on for the world.

The girl turns around; face shocked with fear and quickly runs off as you stomp up to none other than Jung fucking Hoseok.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You ask through gritted teeth, you were feeling slightly dizzy, partially hoping that maybe, just maybe, this was all a nightmare you would soon wake up from. But it clearly wasn’t, because Hoseok’s grip on your arm is tight enough to cause you to lose circulation as he drags you outside. You attempt to rip your arm away, but he’s too strong.

“Stop making a commotion” He says, almost calmly, like he had all of this planned or some shit.

“EXPLAIN.” You order. “And if you’re going to come up with shitty excuse laced lies, I’m leaving” You spit, crossing your arms and staring him down with a piercing gaze.

And that motherfucker has the nerve, the audacity, to fucking smirk.

“I’m not going to sugar coat any of this. It is exactly what you saw.” Hoseok says nonchalantly. He places his arms on his hips and turns his head to direct his attention to the grass blowing in the field like he didn’t just slap you in the face. “You’re better off without an asshole like me.” He sighs.

“Stop acting like this is a fucking Korean drama Hoseok!” You scream, tearing rushing down your face hot and angry. “You’re not doing anyone favors here. Hoseok, please…” You reach out and grab his arm, desperately, thinking that maybe he’ll snap out of whatever trance he was in. The robotic look in his eyes was scary and you don’t know why, what, how…there were just too many questions.

“I’m not playing around!” He says, finally letting the anger he was containing make its way to his voice. “Look at you, and me, we- we’re a fucking joke. And I know you’ve known the kind of person I am, don’t fucking pretend you actually believed I was someone different.” He huffs a laugh and it’s almost hysterical. “Y/N, look, I can spit out some fake apology right now, but I’m sure that’s not what you want to hear. Let’s just quietly go our separate ways. Good luck in college.” And that’s the last thing you hear from him as your heart clenches in your chest, limbs going numb, and ears ringing.

You stare as he tears his detached gaze from your puffy eyes, and you almost believe you’re hallucinating when you see the slight falter in his indifferent, heartless verging on cruel, expression. Because his eyelids droop a little, and his bottom lip quivers in a way that makes you want to hug him and tell him you know why he’s doing this and he doesn’t fucking have to, and let’s just forget all this shit happened and pretend we’re still strong enough to stay together no matter what the world decides to throw on us. But it’s just a fleeting thought, one that you don’t have the strength to put in action because you know it would be useless, and you don’t trust your instincts 100%, not when he’s ripping his arm from your grip and disappearing back into the school building.

And he when he thinks you’re not watching anymore, when he assumes he’s out of sight, Hoseok crumbles, shoulders slumping and hand covering his mouth to muffle his hushed sobs.

Tennis season was over. Graduation was approaching, and you never saw him again, not in the halls, not picking you up to go on a date in town, not knocking on your bedroom window at night even though you foolishly, pathetically waited all summer, unwilling to let go of the fictional possibility that he would maybe, just maybe, come back.

He doesn’t.

Not for the next 10 years at least.

…

“I didn’t want to get in the way of your dreams” He replies. Simple, yet complicated because it was something you knew but couldn’t put to rest because it was unconfirmed.

“So you did do it for me” You whisper, finally realizing you weren’t being delusional in thinking he didn’t cheat on you because he didn’t really love you.

“But I guess if I was really trying to be the hero in all this, I shouldn’t have bothered approaching you in the first place, right?” He forces a smile, but you know him well enough, even if it was the him 10 years ago, to understand that he not only hurt you but himself in the process. “And apparently love is more like talent rather than hard work” He chuckles lightly, looking down at the ground. Talent, something you are born with and don’t have a say in deciding how much of it or what kind you have, and hard work, the part of the path to success that you can regulate. It’s the age-old nature vs. nurture battle, and Hoseok was absolutely right. Love is nature, the talent that is gifted by the heavens, written in the stars. “It’s not something you can control.”

Walking alongside him for the first time in years, your instincts lead you to Central Park, a gracefully designed natural environment with modern and traditional European architectural elements: a castle by the lake, flower gardens, and grassy fields to layout and bask in the sun. The trees that provided shade made you feel like you were finally alone with Hoseok once again, privately relieving a past you found hard to forget.

He doesn’t voice that he’s sorry, knowing that being sorry doesn’t do anything productive and only induces a sense of pity, but also accepting the fact that he made the decision that he did because he truly believed it was for the best at the time. It’s hard when you’re young and faced with an uncertain future and a relentless environment where people are constantly spewing toxic words and hurtful opinions at you. You get frustrated easily, wanting to make the right choices while at the same time, yearning for your own desires. Hoseok doesn’t know if he would change things if given the chance to go back. He doesn’t know if a slightly more mature version of himself would’ve chosen to avoid such catastrophic events, but one thing’s for sure, he loved you with all his heart, even though he was…young.

“So what happens now?” You ask.

“Since I’m here in the city now, if you want, we can meet up anytime” He responds.

“Are you subtly asking me out?” You smirk.

“I’m a little rusty.” He sighs. “But yes, I am.” He smiles. “That is, if you want. Otherwise, we can pretend none of this happened.”

“I would love to” You respond soothingly, causing a familiar surprised look to spread across his features.

“I am in no way questioning your decision, but I can’t help but wonder why? A beautiful and successful woman like you should have men kissing the ground you walk on.” His eyes are wide and his lips are slightly parted, a reaction that makes your chest tingle with bursts of endearment.

“Because you remind me of a past I cannot go back to.” You voice matter-of-factly.

“Is that good or bad?” He nervously glances at you.

“I don’t have a clue.” You smile with a sigh. “I just know that to this day, I still clutch on to it as if it was what my life depended on. And I don’t have the desire or the will power to let it go.” You finish with a shrug.

At that Hoseok smiles, a beam that is indeed brighter than the sun, one that hits just the right notes, showing up at just the right time, and you know that this is right, that this is without a doubt unequivocally perfect, because it brings back something you had been missing for a long time.

And for now, you’re going to put off worrying about the future like the people around you keep urging you to do, and instead embrace the return of the kind of recklessness that is so often associated with youth because the man walking next to you right now is leading you in the direction in which your heart faces and for now, you don’t want to have it any other way.

…

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rkuyuzzen-blog · 7 years ago

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🍓 Royal Survival Episode 4 Recap!

I don’t know about you, but I thought that episode was absolutely wild! I love when things like this happen, and I love surprises. This one wasn’t great, but it’s always nice to have a bit of excitement in these shows! I have to say, I’m not exactly surprised about the outcomes of this episode, but I’ll get into why later. For now, let’s start the recap!

FIRST MATCH: YUBIN VS ELLY!

I was super surprised that Yubin knew how to do those aerial things! I didn’t think she had time, knowing her other extracurricular activities! Hopefully she isn’t lighting up before performances, because then she could really fall and hurt herself! But she looked pretty, and it was pretty scary to watch her almost fall, but then have the ropes catch her at the last second. I was holding my breath the entire time! Elly’s performance was also pretty surprising, because I really didn’t expect that she knew how to play the violin. However, she’s proven that she is a hard worker, and it’s not too much of a stretch to think that she has the discipline to learn an instrument.

Both girls did well, but I actually liked Yubin’s a little bit better. Still, she didn’t really show skills that were relevant to girl groups, because when will they ever need to do aerial dancing? So I suppose that Elly did show more marketable traits, though I don’t really understand why neither of them rapped when it was clear that So Jisub was looking for his main rapper?

SECOND MATCH: SEOLHYUN VS LISA!

Neither of these performances really wowed me at all, if I’m being honest. I don’t think Seolhyun has the charisma that I want when I see the face of a group. Compared to Brave Girl’s Han Yejin, Seolhyun’s charisma doesn’t even begin to compare. She’s a bit of an empty pretty face with no charms behind it. I don’t know why people are praising her when it’s clear that she’s not a very good singer. She’s a good dancer, and she looks pretty when she dances, but once she opens her mouth it doesn’t sound very good. I’m a little disappointed, because I love Nicole’s song. Too bad Seolhyun didn’t do it much justice. On the other hand, I think Lisa has the presence and the charisma I expected out of the face of a group. In terms of those two things, I think she could rival Han Yejin and Park Sujin, who I think are some of the best faces out there! But how are her skills that bad? Everyone keeps praising her for improving, but isn’ tit easy to improve when she had no skills to begin with? Her fans keep shielding her by talking about how she’s so much better than before, but when you really look at it, it’s not much of a different.

I suppose I agree with So Jisub’s decision, only because Seolhyun can at least dance, if not really sing. But in terms of presence, Lisa definitely has Seolhyun beat, which is pretty sad, because I don’t know how So Jisub expects either of these girls to be the face of his group.

THIRD MATCH: ROSE VS JIWON!

I think Rose has been reading some of the comments about her, because she was definitely trying to be more real or whatever this episode. WIth her stripped down, minimalist performance and her guitar, I think she’s trying to be genuine. Well maybe she should ask some of the other girls for tips, because I definitely am not buying it. Aside from that, it seems like she really doesn’t have much presence? She’s almost too focused on her guitar, and I’m wondering if she really practiced enough, because she didn’t seem like she had much interaction with the audience. Maybe she’s too focused on her boyfriend. I guess that’s why entertainment companies tell their trainees not to date, because then they turn out unfortunate performances like this one. But I think it’s great that Jiwon finally had a chance to shine! Her voice was really strong in her performance, and she seems like a fighter, which I kind of like in a girl. We need more confident girls up on stage! I’m tired of seeing the same weak ones who blush at almost anything. The only problem is, it seems that Jiwon really only stands out when she’s alone, and not when she’s in a group, which makes me think that maybe she’s better suited for a solo, rather than a girl group?

In my opinion, So Jisub definitely made the right choice by choosing Jiwon as the winner. She was more mature, and showed more personality than Rose did. It seems like the two of them are friends though? Jiwon better watch her back, because Rose seems like the type who would step on her friends to get ahead, and I’m sure she already calculated a plan.

FOURTH MATCH: SOOHYUN VS JIHYUN!

This match is with two of my favorites! Real vocalists, and not just dancers pretending to be vocalists. Jihyun is amazing, as usual! It’s easy to tell that she has a lot of experience, and her years of training didn’t fail her! Her technique is so good, and with her in the group, we won’t have any more of those embarrassing MR Removed videos (looking at you, Chi Chi). I hope she makes it into the group and becomes the leader, because I think she would be great! And then maybe she can teach some of the other contestants how to sing, because right now they’re just not good. I thought it would be impossible for anyone to beat her, but Soohyun really did well! She’s so good at showing personality, and she really brings her flair to everything. I like that she’s true to herself no matter what, and she shines when she’s doing what she likes! It’s another cute concept, and I know I said I don’t really like that, but it’s difficult to dislike it when it looks like she’s having so much fun. Plus, her voice is super pretty, and it makes me root for her.

In this battle, I think both Jihyun and Soohyun did really well, how did So Jisub even decide? I think they would definitely have won if they were paired with other people, because I think they were two of the best performances this episode. I really want both of them to debut, but it seems like they wouldn’t fit the same concepts?

FIFTH MATCH: DAWON VS SOOJUNG!

I might be a little biased but wasn’t Dawon amazing during this episode??? I’m glad she shows So Jisub what she could do, because her performance was just so good! I was scared that she would choose a ballad, because it seems like she does those pretty well. But she took a risk and the risk definitely paid off! Being a singer isn’t all about high notes, and that’s exactly what Dawon shows. I think one of her problems before was that she didn’t show a lot of personality, but she definitely showed more this time, and I’m so glad she did! I hope Dawon makes it until the end! As for Soojung, I think her voice is definitely really pretty! She’s really emotional when she sings, and I really connected to her song. Maybe she really related to the lyrics? I think performances come out a lot better when you can see yourself in the song. The thing is, Soojung is a pretty girl, with a pretty voice, but she’s a bit forgetable, which is unfortunate because she does have really good qualities. Also, I’m not sure why Soojung chose to sing a ballad? She hasn’t really showed that she can do a variety of different skills on this show. Obviously the new group isn’t just going to sing slow and emotional songs, and if she really wants to do that, then she should just become an OST singer.

In the end, Dawon definitely should have won, and I’m not just saying that because I’m biased! Soojung played it safe, and while she sounded good, she was quite forgettable again. Dawon showed that she had the vocals and the ability to pull of different concepts!

FINAL MATCH: SEOYOUNG VS EUNAE!

I said last time that I think Seoyoung is somewhat one dimensional, and that she couldn’t suit sexy concepts very well. I think she proved me wrong a little bit in her performance, because she definitely went for a more sexy song. I don’t think she really pulled it off that well though? Park Sujin was famous for her subtle expressions and her cold sexiness, but it seemed that Seoyoung didn’t really understand it. It looked like she was struggling, and she reverted back to idol-like smiles. It’s unfortunate, because I really wanted her to pull this one off. I think Eunae, on the other hand, really pulled off her performance! The song needs a lot of masculine charms, and I think Eunae captured it really well while still being pretty! Katie Lee obviously didn’t know what she was looking for when she let Eunae go, because she’s probably one of the best trainees at KT. Not that KT cares about talent anyways, but that’s another story. It makes me wonder if Eunae could pull off a cute concept though?

I think the winner definitely should have been Eunae, because she showed that she could do it all! She matched her song really well, and the choreography looks super difficult so I’m really impressed with her! Seoyoung needs to improve a bit with her stage presence, doesn’t she? Because next to Eunae she fades into the background a little.

SPOILERS!

I can’t say I’m too surprised that Yubin was eliminated. She’s getting a little old to be an idol, and with how young some groups are debuting these days, she wouldn’t quite fit. And on top of that she does drugs, so she would be a bad influence! I don’t need my favorites to get lung cancer from secondhand smoke just because one member of their group is lighting up in the dorms! So quite frankly, I’m glad Yubin is out. She can stick to TRC the druggie company, because obviously she fits well there!

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rkroyalsurvival-blog · 7 years ago

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Episode start.

Nine o’clock on the dot. White text scrolls across the screen to spell out a past date: August 31st, 2017. When the words fade, So Jisub appears, the CEO of Royal Entertainment dressed in a trademark blazer and clutching a cup of coffee as he enters inside an occupied board room. Members of Royal Survival’s production team have all gathered around a long rectangular table and Jisub saunters towards an empty seat at the head to sit down. After exchanging warm greetings with one another, one staff member picks up a remote and presses the ‘on’ switch, causing a large television monitor at the far side of the room to flicker on.

ROYAL SURVIVAL, the title of the show, flashes on screen.

A new date appears: September 2nd, 2017.

“I’m not looking for a star.” The shot changes and now the CEO looks completely comfortable in a familiar environment: his own office. Interviewed solo, Jisub looks straight into the camera and steeples his fingers together. He continues in an assured voice, “I want a constellation. The group we’re making here isn’t supposed to make one special girl stand out. I want them to be a strong unit that, together, can move every single one of the fans’ hearts.”

A VTR appears, showcasing the successful seniors of Royal’s past: first up, Brave Girls during their past stage performances, smiling in front of applauding audiences over the years as they sing and dance. Then H.A.M., as various clips from their debut stage as well as their popular tenth anniversary stage appear in succession.

“I want them to be incredible,” Jisub’s commentary continues in voiceover, “...charismatic. Strong idols who have that special something that’ll take the world over by storm.”

At the bottom of the screen, August 31st, 2017 appears once again. Viewers are taken back to the boardroom, where the discussion over possible contestants intensifies. Producers point fingers at one another and more than one staff member is seen rubbing their temples from a growing headache. The audition tape of Kim Seolhyun appears on screen, the smiling girl introducing herself, “Hello, my name is Kim Seolhyun, and I’m from Gyeonggi-do, Bucheon.” She is a familiar face at the company and is met with many of the production team’s visible approval. A few seconds of her dance to Janet Jackson’s “Burn it Up” is shown. It is followed by a clip from the audition tape of Jegal Seoyoung, highlighting the iconic moment she hits She’z’s signature “No No No” hip-swinging choreography and sings along.

“They’re following in the footsteps of the ones I’m proud of,” Jisub continues in voiceover, “I have high hopes for them.”

Nam Dawon appears next: the soulful lyrics of “Pattern” displaying her impressive vocals. It’s cut after with Ahn Hyojin, whose appearance on the boardroom’s monitor causes the CEO to grimace. “The girls in this group should have good personalities,” he emphasizes to those sitting around him. One of the producers, the name ‘Shin Sungki’ popping up at the bottom of the screen, nods. “Some of these girls come with heavy backgrounds,” Sungki agrees. A clip of Kim Yubin appears and her rhythmic rap to “Don’t Recall” tugs several impressed looks out of the production team.

“Anyone can change if their heart is in it,” Jisub observes thoughtfully as he watches Yubin’s tape and rubs his chin in thought. “I won’t turn anyone away who’s looking for a second chance.”

On the heels of the positive words, the atmosphere changes. Gone is the boardroom and the CEO’s office; now the preparations for the Survival’s special stage are shown in full-throttle. Clips of staff working hard for the production are shown in rapid succession: builders who hammer and design the show’s larger-than-life stage, assistants who pass out flyers on the streets to passerby and spread the word through official social media platforms. So Jisub, who meets with his design team and also the trainers of his company. He is seen nodding in answer to their professional advice and offers up more than his fair share of ideas in return. The timeline races, months of collected preparation footage all rushing to join together into a single date: September 4th, 2017.

Today.

The faces of contestants are briefly highlighted as they are shown the way onto the Royal Survival stage. Thirteen girls chosen in total, they are led by a black-clothed staffer who gestures for them to follow her onto a grand stage that’s the focus of a thousand-seat venue. For now, all these seats remain empty. The girls are told to wait at the center of the stage in a long line, their faces and figures illuminated by the bright lights shining overhead. The camera cuts to their curious faces one by one.

Then, So Jisub steps out. In the middle section of the audience seating, a large table has been set up for the CEO’s use and he claims the space effortlessly. When the camera focuses in on him, he addresses the girls in a loud, confident voice: “Welcome, ladies, to your first day at Royal Survival.” He continues, “The thirteen of you have been handpicked by myself and my team to join the greatest survival project South Korea will get to witness. Those of you who earn your spot in the show’s final line-up will get to debut under the name of Royal Entertainment and, after that, your lives are going to change completely.” Jisub gestures to the stage with a single, self-assured wave of his hand. “You will be challenged continuously to show me not only your best and weakest talents, but also your potential to succeed in this industry. By the end of the show, those who make it into the right group will debut together; those who do not, will not.”

The camera pans briefly to the varied expressions on the contestants’ faces as they react to his announcement. Jisub picks up a single sheet of paper that rests on the table’s surface. “Now, based upon the opinions of myself, my production team, as well as the trainers here at Royal who know some of you better than most, I am going to place you into the group that befits your personal ranking. The girls who are assigned to the Major group are on the fast-track to debut. Therefore, getting into the Major group and staying there should be everyone’s goal from this point forward.” Jisub smiles tightly as he adds, in warning: “Those of you who are sorted into the Minor group will find that you are lacking in one necessary capacity or another. You will be expected to work even harder to convince me you deserve a place on the Majors team instead of another girl here.”

Two large LCD screens suddenly light up behind the girls: on the stage-right side, the word MAJOR becomes visible in big letters, on the stage-left side, MINOR can be clearly seen. “When I call your name, you will come forward--” There is a visible marker placed by the staff at the very front of the stage: a taped beige ‘x’ that indicates where each girl should stand. “--and after my comments, you are to immediately go stand on the side of the stage you are assigned to.” Jisub meets their eyes one by one, his expression smoothing into a serious cast as he lifts up the sheet of paper.

“Kim Seolhyun,” he calls out first. “The production staff thought well of your audition, as did I. After talking with the trainers, they also had many excellent things to say about you, which made my decision today all the easier. You’re a beautiful girl with the talent to match and that makes you an incredible opponent for everyone else who is currently standing around you. The top one, in fact. That being said…” Jisub lifts his head to look directly at her. “Seolhyun, for being in the top spot, you have the most to lose should you become victim to making easy mistakes. Too much confidence can and will be your worst enemy here, so slacking off at any time should never be an option. Seolhyun, congratulations, you are the first to go to the Major group.”

“Jegal Seoyoung, you haven’t been training very long, have you? Only eight months?” Jisub turns his attention towards her next, meeting the contestant’s eyes. However, the question is rhetorical; he continues speaking without waiting for an answer from her. “Despite your inexperience as a trainee, your audition for the show was surprisingly good. Both the producers and I enjoyed it and this decision between us was an easy one to make. You were smart to choose showing off more than one talent to us unlike many of your peers here. Because of that choice, I have confidence that you will be able to round out many of these other girls’ more obvious weaknesses. Be careful not to disappoint my expectations in you, Seoyoung. You may go stand with the Major group.”

“Jung Soojung, when I saw your audition video, I remembered you vividly from the MGAs. Did you not like it over there with Baek Jiyoung, after all?” The CEO jokes about his long-time industry competitor and the lines around his handsome eyes crease with amusement. “Your singing voice is impressive, there’s no doubt about it. However, there are many other gifted vocalists who are standing on stage right now beside you. Just hitting high notes well is not going to cut it for anyone here, least of all you. You must impress me, and the viewing audience, with much more than that. You must show us the reasons that make you better, and more memorable, than the other singers who are here. Soojung, you will be the first to go to the Minor group.”

“Kim Yubin.” Jisub pauses. His gaze hones in on Yubin as he considers privately the heated discussions that almost didn’t allow her to make the cut onto the show. Public scandals were already attached to her name (nepotism and drugs of all things!) and, even more difficult than that, the very real public recognition she already had as being one of Tiger JK’s trainees. “You are one of the oldest trainees here, Yubin. Already 25 years old and you still haven’t debuted yet, which begs the curious question of why.” He goes silent, letting the tense moment linger before speaking again. “Finding a place for you here will be difficult... but not impossible. Personally, I admire your bravery for taking the risk to come here. It says to me that you can handle tougher challenges that are going to face you. Every leader of a girl group will need that kind of spirit to guide the others faithfully. For now, though, Yubin, you will go to Minor group until I decide what to do with you.”

“Jo Eunae, a face I recognize. What a nice surprise.” Jisub turns his head and sends Eunae a warm smile. “You may not have won our joint contest with KT but, here you are again, chasing after Royal. The type that’s stubbornly persistent, I see. Like Seoyoung, you were able to show the producers and myself that you are proficient at more than one primary skill, and are much more than a pretty face standing up there on stage today. And, like Seoyoung, you have not been training nearly as long as some of the others here have. Nine months, was it?” He clicks his tongue, his sly expression brightening. “Clearly, some of you younger girls have come armed with enough to make the older ones nervous. I also have a feeling you will be a popular choice with the audience, too. Eunae, you may go join the Majors.”

“Ahn Hyojin.” Like Yubin, the acceptance of this contestant had been hotly debated by his production team for days leading up to the results. The reports of her undesirable behavior as a trainee in their company did her no favors, in his opinion, as she was counted among those with the highest risk to the group’s reputation. “Truthfully, Elly, you almost didn’t make it to this stage today,” Jisub reveals with a stoic expression. “Not because you aren’t talented-- you are, make no mistake. But more so because you have a long way to go at personally convincing me, and many others, that you even deserve this opportunity at all. It’s your talent that got you here, however, as I’ve warned the others, sheer talent alone will not be enough for anyone to win a place in the Major group. Elly, please go stand with the others in Minor.”

“Lee Jihyun.” An already disappointed man adopts a colder tone of voice as he addresses the next girl. “You’ve been at Royal Entertainment for three years now and, in all honesty, I expected more from you during your audition than what you gave us. You can sing well, Jihyun, that’s clearly obvious. But, as I watched your audition video, both I and the team were left disappointed, and do you know why?” It’s another question that doesn’t need an answer and the CEO continues without a pause, conveying in a stern tone: “It’s because you showed us the same exact type of performance we’ve seen from you a dozen times before. It’s old news. Stale. Predictable. From you, I want something better, something fresh that shows me you haven’t already reached your peak. I can’t debut a girl who has only one thing to offer.” Jisub takes a deep breath before announcing, “Jihyun, please go to the Minor group.”

Jisub takes a moment to collect himself after the last critique and then bends a small smile to a younger trainee involved in his company. “Lee Soohyun, another vocalist up here on the stage. Unlike your seniors, there’s a certain ‘something’ about you as a person that’s almost impossible for any of us to ignore. Singing the theme to a cartoon…” He shakes his head, still smiling. “... it’s undeniable that you made everyone in our team laugh as soon as they saw it. And that, Soohyun, is exactly the type of ingenious spark I’m looking for in someone. Someone who’s not afraid to take a shot outside of her comfort zone and, even better, nails the concept completely when she does. Soohyun, you may go join the Majors and, hopefully, you can teach many of the others here this very important lesson about individuality.” Jisub directs his attention to the whole group as he adds, “Without personal charm, many of you will not go far here at all. I suggest that every one of you find out what it is that makes you you in this show, and do it quickly.”

“Lee Jieun, you, too, have been with this company for a long time.” Jisub addresses her next, a subtle approval written on his features as he continues, “You got lucky this time. Very lucky, as there were very few dancers who survived the cut to get here today. However, your greatest strength, I imagine, will also end up being your biggest limitation in the coming weeks. You can dance, but it is not often that girl groups in this industry will do the choreography you already excel in. You may even be too old for this group-- something my team and I discussed often before today. Some of them even believed that you’d be better branching out and doing something else besides this. Nevertheless…” The corner of Jisub’s lips quirk upwards. “...the potential in you is unmistakable and I’m not ready to let go of it yet. Jieun, you may join the others in Majors.”

“Manoban Lalisa. Lisa, from Thailand.” Sadly, for Royal’s CEO, for every one trainee that proved themselves worthy to be here during their auditions, there was another one who appeared to fall way below his personal expectations. “‘What should I do with you?’ is a question I’ve thought often these past few days. You’re a pretty girl, anyone can see that. You catch the eyes of an audience which, as I’ve said before, is a valuable trait to possess for any idol. But, Lisa, for all your months of training, you have not convinced me once that your skills are up to par with your face.” Disappointment colors his tone as Jisub nods in the direction of the stage. “If it wasn’t for the producers encouraging me to give you a chance, you would not have made it this far. In your case, perhaps, it’s a good thing that a blank slate can always be improved upon. Lisa, go stand with the Minors.”

“Nam Dawon,” he calls next. Jisub’s expression softens as he gives this next singer his undivided attention. “An incredible vocalist. Perhaps even the best one if I was to base it on quality alone. There are others, though, who have much better technique than you, Dawon, something you should do your best to work on in the coming weeks if you don’t wish to be easily outclassed by them. Also, there is an equally big problem about you, and that is that you are completely forgettable. Listening to your voice may move a fan’s heart, but you should know well that it’s just as important to be able to catch their interest in the first place. Otherwise, any of your potential fans will pass over you to listen to those who may not be as good, but prove to be far more worthy of their attention. However,” He offers her a reassuring smile. “I have high hopes for you, Dawon. Don’t let your time in Minors be a waste of the learning experience. Please go stand over there.”

“Yang Jiwon.” The relief of nearing the end of the selections is present in Jisub’s voice as he shifts his focus towards the next girl. “You were admittedly another surprise for us in the production team to see. I won’t go so far as to call you one of the better singers here because, in all seriousness, you really aren’t. Still, once I saw your audition video, I knew in an instant that there was something about you that I could work positively with. You have potential, Jiwon, a lot more of it than you probably realize. If you can prove yourself from this point forward to be moldable, and are willing to learn from the instructors who will accompany all of you girls on this path, then the road ahead of you will be a good one.” The CEO nods in the direction of the Major side of the stage. “It’s your potential that I want to take advantage of, so do not disappoint me in the coming weeks. Your success here will depend on it. Jiwon, you may join the Major group.”

“Park Chaeyoung, last but certainly not least.” A complicated smile appears on Jisub’s face as he addresses her. “Rose, I can only wonder what you were thinking when you decided to dance as part of your audition. Your trainers already know, and I already know, that singing is your strong point. And yet, you decided not to do that for your audition and instead chose to show us something else entirely.” It’s not unlike her to show traits of rebellion, he knows full well, considering the reports he’s received from trainers remarking about her less-than-ideal behavior as a trainee. Skipping training for personal holidays, just to name one complaint. “Like I told Seoyoung before: this was the cleverest decision you, as a Royal trainee, could have made to make it to this cut. I didn’t want to be impressed by things I already knew about the girls in my company: I wanted to see what you could offer me that I could possibly build upon in the future. Congratulations, Rose, you are the last member to join the Majors.”

Once the assignments have concluded, Jisub places the sheet of paper back on the table. “Don’t feel too discouraged by your current groups, ladies. Nor should you feel too comfortable about the one you’re in,” he warns them all in a serious voice. “Every challenge you will be given from now on is an opportunity for your places to be switched. Aim to do your best to show me your fullest potential because, as it stands now, already half of you are at risk of being eliminated.”

The camera shifts to catch the reactions of the sorted girls on stage. The focus then changes as, behind So Jisub’s shoulder, a woman approaches confidently. A stern-looking woman in her forties, she is one of Royal Entertainment’s top choreographers, responsible for many of Brave Girls’ iconic dances known to the public sphere. Her name, Yoo Jaekyung, flashes on the bottom of the screen to identify her to the viewers watching. “Many of you might already know me,” she says slickly. “But, by the time I am done with all of you, most of you will wish you never did. Your first challenge is under my direction.” Jaekyung glances at Jisub, the latter who nods approvingly for her to continue. “For your first challenge, all of you will learn and film a dance VTR for the opening of this show. The world will learn your names and it will be your first, and most critical, chance to make a good impression on the audience. Work hard, obey my instruction, and I will turn every one of you into stars worthy of the Royal name.”

End of episode.

OOC Note:

Congratulations on surviving your first episode of Royal Survival! Now that your characters have been sorted into their teams for this initial round, the exciting challenges can begin!

Every episode of Royal Survival from this point forward will follow a similar format and will always provide contestants with three writing opportunities at the end to gain points and favor with the audience and Royal’s CEO, So Jisub. These include:

One 300+ word, required solo that explains your muse’s experience performing a challenge.

One 300+ word, optional solo about the preparation for a challenge, whatever this may entail.

One 250+ word, ‘extra-credit’ question-and-answer interview with your muse about their reactions to an episode’s events.

Only the performance solo is a requirement, however, writing the optional solos as well as the extra-credit interviews is going to greatly benefit your muse in the long run, as interviews in particular will go towards giving your muse additional screen-time during the next episode’s events. Keep in mind: the more an audience sees your muse’s face, the more likely they are to remember them!

EPISODE 1, Writing Prompt:

As Yoo Jaekyung explained at the end of the episode, all of the girls will learn, rehearse, and film the choreography for Royal Survival’s opening VTR, which will be shown at the start of every subsequent episode. They will learn the dance to “Team” (choreographed IC by Yoo Jaekyung) and will begin their instruction on September 5th, the next day. All dance instruction and rehearsals will take place between the dates of September 5th to September 11th (3PM -7PM) and television cameras will be present in the dance studio for all of these times. September 12th will be reserved for wardrobe fittings and on September 13th-14th (from 12PM to 4PM) the girls will film on location at the outside lawn behind Royal Survival’s special stage venue. This area will be inaccessible to the public and to anyone who is not a member of Royal Survival’s staff and crew.

Major and Minor girls will learn this dance together and the positions in the choreography can be decided freely amongst yourselves. However, Jaekyung has chosen for herself the girls who will get the center position in the VTR and this decision cannot be changed. The choreography for the VTR will be filmed in multiple takes, with each girl in an assigned position recording in that spot twice before switching out for the next center girl. In the final version of the video, edits will be made so that each girl assigned to a position will be seen in her allotted time. The center position assignments are as follows:

0:01 - 0:20 (girl with ponytail, red halter top, white shorts): Jo Eunae 0:21 - 0:27 (girl with pigtails, red shirt, white shorts): Yang Jiwon 0:28 - 0:31 (girl with red long-sleeved shirt, red shorts): Park Chaeyoung 0:32 - 0:49 (girl with ponytail, red halter top, white shorts): Kim Seolhyun 0:50 - 0:58 (girl with ponytail, red halter top, white shorts): Jegal Seoyoung 0:59 - 1:20 (girl with ponytail, red halter top, white shorts): Lee Jieun

The VTR is expected to air beginning with Episode 2 on September 18th. All girls will be highlighted in the video at least once with a close-up and their name listed, so that the public may begin recognizing them individually. Wardrobe will be taken from the reference video, with each contestant allowed to choose her own outfit style so long as it: 1) uses a red and white color palette, and 2) is easy to move around in. No heeled shoes will be allowed!

For this episode’s writing opportunities:

Required: write a 300+ word performance solo about your muse filming for the VTR. Optional: write a 300+ word preparation solo about any event leading up to the VTR filming. This can include learning the choreography, rehearsals, or wardrobe fittings, etc. Optional: write a 250+ word interview with your muse reacting to the events unveiled during this episode. For all interviews like this, your muse will be taken into a reserved room inside the dormitory building with a simple white background and a chair for her to sit down on. A camera operator will be present as well as a producer, who will be the one to ask questions of the contestant. You do not have to answer all of these, and you are allowed to come up with your own questions for this interview. However, all questions for this episode’s interview should relate to these following topics:

How did she react to being chosen for the show?

What was it like to see the dormitories for the first time? Are the living conditions favorable/unfavorable?

What does she think about the other girls involved in the show? Potential friends or rivals?

How did she react to seeing the Royal Survival stage for the first time?

What were her impressions to seeing So Jisub there?

How did she react to being assigned to the Major and/or Minor team? Did she think this was a reasonable choice?

How will she protect/improve her position in the show from now on?

The reward for writing the required solo is +10 DANCE, +10 CHARISMA, and +5 DEBUT points, as well as earning the special achievement of SYNCHRONIZED DANCING. Additionally, all girls will automatically receive +1 week VARIETY achievement for being present during Episode 1. Point forms will always be due the Wednesday after a deadline passes; this means for Episode 1, verification forms should be submitted after the Activity Check post on Wednesday, September 20th. These form dates have been added to the writing schedule, so be sure to refer to it periodically to make sure everything is being submitted on time!

ROYAL SURVIVAL EPISODE 1 (for the Sept. 20th form)

[ link to solo ] *one 300+ word performance solo

+ 10 DANCE POINTS

+ 10 CHARISMA POINTS

+ 5 DEBUT POINTS

+ 1WK VARIETY ACHIEVEMENT (CURRENT LEVEL + NUMBER OF TIMES TAKEN)

+ SYNCHRONIZED DANCING ACHIEVEMENT

NEW DEBUT POINTS TOTAL:

alternatively, if you do not write the required solo (not recommended), you may still claim the VARIETY achievement like this:

ROYAL SURVIVAL EPISODE 1 (for the Sept. 20th form)

[ link to episode post ]

+ 1WK VARIETY ACHIEVEMENT (CURRENT LEVEL + NUMBER OF TIMES TAKEN)

The deadline for all solos is midnight EST at the end of September 17th, and please tag each solo (including the interview) with #royalsurvival1. If you have any questions, feel free to send them to the Royal Survival inbox!

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171116 MINA SHORT TRANSLATIONS

MI#지연headline/summary translations from @ayochanmi

Mina's role models are Lee Jung Hyun and Uhm Jung Hwa who are both successful as singers and actresses. Said she really wanted to act since she was a child and happy to have this opportunity. [ Ⓒ - trans ]

MINA: I do not contact Choa unnie often because I think it will be a burden with her current condition but I still get in touch with her. MINA: There is a 7 year jinx among girl groups but the members have talked about wanting to work together for more than 8 years. Please watch (us). [ Ⓒ - trans ]

Mina said she was reading comments during "Hospital Ship" and saw a lot of bad comments at the beginning but eventually became good as the drama progresses. Gave herself 77 points for her acting because 7 is a good number. She gave herself 23 points at the beginning of the drama ☺️ she said sorry if her acting was not good. But thinks she deserves 77 for her effort 💞 [ Ⓒ - trans ]

MINA: I contact AOA members while I was in Geojedo to film. I always ask them if they r watching&they said they r monitoring it. I even sent them videos I took. They told me not to worry bc I am doing great. I also send lots of funny videos to cheer them up. She also said AOA is continuously preparing for an album and members want to do a music activity. She feels nervous because she doesn't know what the reactions will be but will do their best. [ Ⓒ - trans ]

Apparently, Mina suffered from Face Paralysis before Hospital Ship. Said it just happened that one day, her left arm and face felt numb. Doctors said it was caused by insomnia and stress. It lasted for 2-3 months and she was really scared. 😭😭 She said she was watching herself on the mirror while doing treatment. It wasn't cured until before the shooting. Said it was 80% better then. She was really worried 😭😭She can't say she is 100% cured now but she feels much much better. AOA cheered her a lot when she was in the hospital and helped her be confident in the drama. She suffered from this last April. [ Ⓒ - trans ]

After Choa's withdrawal from the group, the members cheered for each other. They said among themselves: "Let's do well as we've chosen this route. Let's do it and not be intimidated" MINA: Choa unnie is our main vocalist but we have more people who can sing like Hyejeong and Yuna. I am practicing well and will try to fill in the space. [ Ⓒ - trans ]

MINA: AOA members have lived together for more than 8 years and our team is really close. We closely monitor each others' acting as well. Mina abt the members: "Seolhyun has great concentration & a fast learner. I'm envious, that's a point I need to learn." "Yuna's personality is calm so u'll really feel her sincerity." "Hyejeong unlike her sexy image,being cute is actually her charm" MINA: Instead of worrying about being a girl group for almost six years, we spend a lot of time talking about what we’ll do after 10 or 20 years. We are planning to rent a building and do business on each floor. I’ll have a shopping mall, other members will have pubs, cafes, restaurants and others. We want to do business based on what we can do well. Until then, I think we can still work together even if not as singers anymore. We don’t have enough to rent a building as of now. The prices are really expensive these days. We’ll work harder. [ Ⓒ - trans ]

Q: Any "acting-dol" that motivates you? MINA: I have heard lots of praises for Im Siwan and Park Hyungsik sunbaenim. They are really good. I wanted to be as good as them and receive praises too. Q: When was your happiest time? MINA: I was happiest when we won 1st place for Miniskirt. I was also happy when I made my acting debut in a 4 part drama special. [ Ⓒ - trans ]

#aoa #kwon mina #data: translations #171116 #data: news #p: interview

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riumola20 · 5 years ago

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You might have seen them on your favorite KDrama without knowing that they are actually part of a KPop Group.

or ..

You might have been enjoying their stage performances and music videos while also following their variety shows guesting wishing that they could also take a role or even a cameo on your favorite series in KDrama Land.

Well, watch this video until the end and let's check if you caught them on any of the KDramas that you've watched so far.

These are the 20 of the most famous KPop Idols who are amazing actresses too. (In no particular order).

1. Bae Suji / Suzy - https://instagram.com/skuukzky?igshid=k2bodj1cd1hn

2. Kim Se Jeong / Sejeong (Gugudan) - https://instagram.com/gu9udan?igshid=1bxx52l8owoc9

3. Jung Eun Ji / Eunji - https://instagram.com/artist_eunji?igshid=1b7x9263u8m99

4. Kim Seol Hyun / Seolhyun - https://instagram.com/sh_9513?igshid=3ez1cb4bhz8f

5. Jung Chae Yeon / Chaeyeon - https://instagram.com/j_chaeyeoni?igshid=7dktgdziwu41

6. Im Jin Ah / Nana - https://instagram.com/jin_a_nana?igshid=1ushxhyq06168

7. Chrystal Soo Jung / Krystal - https://instagram.com/vousmevoyez?igshid=1gsu6hpbx0alo

8. Im Yoon Ah / Yoona - https://instagram.com/yoona__lim?igshid=12lqhdu5jmnkc

9. Lee Hye Ri / Hyeri - https://instagram.com/hyeri_0609?igshid=g4yf29tcu3id

10. Park Soo Young / Joy - https://instagram.com/_imyour_joy?igshid=1anogrs3i9biw

11. Sandara Park / Dara - https://instagram.com/daraxxi?igshid=1qq8l2t9rykmj

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Celebrities Who Aren’t Afraid To Express Self-Love In Public

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Celebrities Who Aren’t Afraid To Express Self-Love In Public

Many Korean celebrities are blessed with the kind of good looks that make other people naturally come out in praise of their beauty.

However, in Korea and many other parts of the world, it is still considered somewhat socially taboo to talk about your own attractiveness. Therefore, many celebrities will downplay their beauty by being modest about the way they look.

On the other hand, there are a few celebrities who aren’t afraid to embrace the concept of self-love and openly talk about their own charms in public.

BTS’s Jin Loving and accepting yourself is a key part of BTS’s message, and no one has embraced it better than Jin! His handsomeness has been acknowledged by many fans across the world, but Jin knows that the most important opinion when it comes to loving yourself is, well, yourself.

He refers to himself publicly as “worldwide handsome” and frequently comments on his own attractiveness. This might sometimes embarrass his fellow members, but fans know that this is part of Jin’s charm!

Yoo Seung Ho

There’s no denying that this child actor grew up into a handsome leading man, and apparently Yoo Seung Ho is well aware of his own charm. When asked during a press conference what he thought about his own popularity, he said, “[Maybe it’s because] I look like I’m made of CG [computer graphics]?”

Although he quickly followed that up with, “I think I made a mistake,” it’s clear that Yoo Seung Ho knows that he’s good-looking and isn’t ashamed to riff on it in public.

Red Velvet’s Joy

Where would Joy be without her signature confidence? She knows that she’s beautiful and isn’t afraid to show she knows it. On MBC’s “We Got Married,” she watched a video of her debut and said, “People said that I was as fresh as fruit juice then. When I smiled, it was fresh and sweet as juice.”

After getting the nickname “sexy dynamite” from fans, she was proud of it and referenced the nickname on Lifetime’s variety show “Pajama Friends.”

Jung Woo Sung

Jung Woo Sung is a veteran actor, known for his talent as much as his good looks, and frequently appears on women’s ideal type lists. In an interview, he was asked about his attractiveness and he gave an honest answer. “It’s exciting,” he said. “There’s always something new to look at. Being good-looking is the best.”

When he appeared on “Infinite Challenge,” someone asked him if there were any downsides to being attractive. He replied definitively in the negative.

Jun Ji Hyun

Acknowledged by many to be the one of the most beautiful actresses in South Korea, Jun Ji Hyun was once asked what it would be like if she was in a girl group. The actress then showed the confidence she infuses in roles like top Hallyu star Chun Song Yi by replying, “If I was in a girl group, I would be the center.”

In another interview, she said, “I was watching a movie [that I was in] and when I appeared onscreen, it was really interesting. Every time I thought the movie was getting boring, I would appear again. I like it when I appear onscreen.” She was probably joking to some extent, but many fans would agree with her assessment!

AOA’s Seolhyun

Seolhyun’s beauty makes her a sought-after actress and commercial model in addition to her popularity as an idol. Despite this constant praise from others around her, Seolhyun knows that it’s inner confidence that matters the most.

During a behind-the-scenes video in which Seolhyun was waiting for her hair to be styled, the production staff commented that the video didn’t have very interesting content. Seolhyun then replied, “Isn’t my face interesting, though?”

EXO’s Chanyeol

Confidence is this idol’s middle name! Chanyeol has long been known for his good looks, from his trainee days at SM Entertainment to the time that he starred in a Girls’ Generation music video. However, he has revealed that his careful curation of his charms started quite early on.

On a broadcast he shared that whenever he went to lunch with his juniors as a student, he would never run but always maintain an aura by walking slowly. He would also deliberately sideways glance at the people around him while pretending to look casually around him.

ASTRO’s Cha Eun Woo

Cha Eun Woo’s handsomeness has gotten him compared to many webtoon and manwha characters, culminating in his getting the role of the male lead in “My ID Is Gangnam Beauty” (a JTBC drama based on a webtoon). On a recent radio show appearance with ASTRO, he and Moonbin were asked if they ever got tired of being called good-looking.

Moonbin said, “I like it, but Eun Woo might be tired of it.” However, Cha Eun Woo replied, “No, I feel good every time I hear it.”

Who are your favorite celebrities who love to embrace self-love?

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t0ngue-tech · 7 years ago

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All Yours | Two

“Intimacy.

That’s what it was; the word that described everything. You noticed that things had become a little more intimate. A part of you craved for that intimacy but the other part of you was utterly terrified.”

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“You spent the night with Yoongi?!”

You rubbed your temples for relief. Something inside told you to not mention anything to Jin, but he just so happen to be there when you told Hani about it. All you said to her was that Yoongi stayed over last night and Jin chimed in shocked as ever.

“Jin. Seriously. Come to your senses.” You sighed.

“I know, I know. I just wanted to see your reaction.” Jin laughed to himself and walked towards the back. Hani laughed as well, apologizing for his behavior.

“So, where is Yoongi? Class?” Hani asked.

You took a peek at your cellphone that was in your apron pocket. It was a little after two which meant Yoongi had just finished his last afternoon class for the day. You had already clocked out, but you stayed for a while to help Jin out while waiting for your shopping companion.

“He should be on his way. How about you? When are you two leaving for your date?” You leaned on the counter and drummed your fingers against the granite.

“I’m waiting for handsome over there to finish.” Hani nodded her head towards Jin who just tripped over a box sugar packets. “He’s clocking out at 2:30.”

“Handsome? Are you sure, Hani?” You scrunch your face and received a light shove from the boy you slightly insulted.

“I’ll have you know, y/n, your life will become ten times more better if you learn accept how handsome I am.” Jin ran a hand through his hair as an attempt to show off his charm, but you easily brushed it off, unphased.

“There’s the man of the hour—hi, Yoongi.” Hani greeted the blond haired fellow who dragged his feet inside the cafe. Yoongi raised a hand and took a seat next to hani. He folded his arms on the counter and buried his face letting out a dreaded sigh.

“You sound happy.” Jin said.

“Far from it.” Yoongi mumbled lifting his head. “I haven’t seen Seolhyun all day, she’s blowing off my texts and calls, but one of her friends said that she had an appointment in the Writing Workshop Department at one.”

Hani shot you a glance and you raised your eyebrows, obviously not surprised. The atmosphere got a bit awkward, but thankfully Yoongi broke the ice.

“You ready to go? Or do we need to head to your dorm first?”

“I’m good. I just need my purse—hold on.” You escaped into the back room to collect your belongings. You had your back turned and you folded up your apron to fit into your purse.

“Hey.”

Jin’s voice startled you, but when you spun around, he had a sympathetic smile on his face. You could easily read his expression and all you could do was smile back at him.

“I’m okay, Jin.” He tilted his head at your comment. “Really, I am.”

He approached you and ruffled your hair with a dry chuckle.

“I know, but—just be careful, okay?”

You knew exactly what he meant and nodded. In all honesty, you were playing it all by ear. Even if you were being careful, last night felt far from it. You couldn’t put your finger on it at the moment, but the feeling of Yoongi lying on your lap was different.

“I’ll be careful.”

↠↞

It was a breezy afternoon and you and Yoongi had to wait another 30 minutes for the next shuttle into town. This was his fourth time trying to convince you to wear his sweater and you were still refusing. You were wearing a white button up collared shirt that you always wore under your apron and jean shorts. Yoongi got cold easily, and as he sat there in a simple graphic shirt and jeans, you really couldn’t take the sweater from him.

“Yoongi, you’re shaking. Just put on your damn sweater.” You shoved his gray hoodie onto his lap.

He huffed and squinted his eyes at you. “You’re stubborn you know that.”

“I learned from the best.”

Yoongi popped his head through the neck of the sweater and straightened it out. “If you start getting cold or something, don’t come crying to me. You refused my help.” You stare at him practically shooting lasers from your eyes. “Y/n, I’m kidding. Just let me know and I’ll hold you or something.”

His comment threw you off and you could already feel the heat rushing to your face. Out of all the damn things he could say, he just had to say those.

“O-Or you could just give me your sweater.” Great, you stuttered and you hated yourself for doing so.

“Oh yeah. That too.” Yoongi coughed and dug his hands deeper into the lockers of his sweater.

Yoongi scooted closer towards you, bumping his knee against yours. It made you jump in your seat a bit because your mind was still reeling about his earlier comment. He pulled out his phone to check for messages, but immediately returned it to his pocket.

“Still no reply?” You questioned.

He shook his head and slouched forward. Again, he let out an exaggerated sigh. The couple hasn’t spoke to each other since yesterday and despite how you felt about Seolhyun, you were genuinely worried.

“Her friend was 100% sure that she saw her go to the workshop. I just want to know why is she avoiding me.” There was so much hurt in Yoongi’s tone and there was no doubt that it broke your heart as well. The least Seolhyun could’ve done was text him a ‘good morning’ or maybe even a quick ‘I love you.’ You weren’t positive on what words to say to Yoongi in that moment, so instead, you mustered up the courage to put a sympathetic arm around his shoulders. Almost immediately, Yoongi leaned into your hold. You tried to control yourself but a smile spread across your face.

The two of you remained like that until the shuttle came. You shared mild conversations and basked in the warmth of his clothed torso. When you noticed the shuttle approaching, you let go of Yoongi, feeling a bit gloomy. You stood up from your seat and it was probably all in your head, but you swore you felt the same gloomy vibe radiating off of Yoongi when you let go.

Sometimes you hated having knowledge in behavioral analysis.

↠↞

Thankfully, the supermarket wasn’t as crowded as they assumed it was going to be. There were a bunch of frat boys who you recognized from campus stocking up on alcohol. It was obvious that they already had a couple of drinks judging by their distracting fits of laughter and slightly slurred words. Yoongi kept you close, tailing an inch behind you and keeping an eye out for any of the obnoxious frat boys.

“Did you take my chopsticks last week?” You scanned the silverware for a pair similar to yours.

“I don’t think I did. I always use the wooden ones from your drawer.”

“Hm, I guess I’m buying a new pair today.” As you put the stainless steel chopsticks in the shopping cart, Yoongi placed a single white coffee mug with a picture of an orange cat. “Yoongi, I already have a coffee mug.”

“I know. This one is mine. I’m keeping this at your place.” Yoongi pushed the shopping cart forward and out of the aisle. You followed after him into the next aisle.

“And why is that?” You dumped a bag of cinnamon apple crisps into the cart.

“I’ve been practically living there for the past month. You can live off of ramen and those apple crisps, huh?” He watched you toss a couple of packs of ramen along with another bag of the cinnamon apple crisps.

“You should know, you’ve seen my kitchen.” You smile at him and walked toward the refrigerated beverages. Maybe drinking something cold wasn’t ideal in that weather, but Yoongi made you feel warmer than you would have liked and you needed something cool and refreshing.

You opened up one of the glass doors and reached in for a bottle of iced tea when another had cupped your own.

“Y/n! How’re you doin’?” The boy spoke and you could already smell the alcohol.

“I’m fine, Seung Ho.” You pulled your hand back to get another drink. You tried to walk away from him, but he gripped your forearm and turned you to face him.

“There’s a party at my beach house tonight not too far from here and I would love for you to come. Just undo the top buttons of your shirt and you’re good to go.” Your blood was boiling. Seung Ho was too close for your liking and you were seconds away from shoving your drink into his face.

“Back off, Seung Ho. She’s with me.” Yoongi came in with an agitated look on his face. Seung Ho released you and you scurried to Yoongi’s side.

“Ah, Yoongi. I didn’t know you were here. How are you and Seolhyun?” Seung Ho had a smug expression on his face whilst looking at Yoongi. “Well, then. See you later, y/n, Yoongi.”

You tossed your drink into the cart and rubbed your forearm as if his touch was contagious. “Ugh. I can’t believe he was here. Dealing with him twice a week is already horrible enough.”

Every Tuesday and Thursday was your math 102 class and Seung Ho was one of your classmates. He would sit next to you once in awhile and constantly hit on your or try to ask for your number. Seung Ho was a typical frat boy on campus: always constantly hitting up multiple girls, drinking his days away, and staying true to his frat house.

It surprised you that Yoongi also knew who he was. Yoongi always kept to himself, only hanging out with the people he was already familiar with and Seung Ho was far from his social circle.

“Despite being the fuck boy that he is,” Yoongi spat. “Seung Ho has a keen eye for writing, so he came to my english 200 class a couple of times to edit some of our papers.” You nodded your head and dropped the items onto the conveyer belt.

You weren’t lying when you said you learned from the best because Yoongi was one of the most stubborn people you ever known. At the register, Yoongi insisted multiple times to pay for your small load of groceries and of course, your stubborn ass repeatedly rejected his offer. You really didn’t want to cause a scene, so gave out your longest sight and agreed to let him pay.

“I hate you.” You gritted your teeth, walking out of the supermarket.

“No, you don’t.” Yoongi sang and taking one step ahead of you. It was annoying because he was right. You didn’t hate him, not at all.

“Whatever. Can you just pass me my drink, please?” You sat down on one of the benches right outside of the supermarket.

While Yoongi rummaged through the bag for your strawberry lemonade, you spotted a very familiar handbag and length of pitch black hair. The girl wore a beige crop top with a thin black cardigan covering her upper body and an extremely short mini skirt; she was probably heading to a party.

At first, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you and that it was just a random female shopper. You tried not to stare because it probably made you look a bit creepy, but she tilted her head to the side as she talked on the phone and you finally realized why she looked familiar.

“Yoongi, isn’t that Seolhyun?” Yoongi immediately turned his head and his mouth hung open. He seemed flustered in the moment because he kept on putting the bag down and picking it back up again. He took another glance at Seolhyun who was clearly talking on the phone. After having a mental debate, Yoongi stood from the bench and you weren’t sure why but you followed him.

“Seolhyun.” Yoongi said sternly.

Seolhyun quickly got off the phone and made eye contact with Yoongi. You couldn’t help but study her body language and she didn’t seem panic at all, she seemed surprisingly calm.

“Yoongi.” She answered and you wanted to scoff at her. For someone who didn’t contact her boyfriend for a whole day, she didn’t seem bothered by it at all.

“I’ve been trying to contact you this whole day.” Yoongi looked down at her cellphone. “I guess your phone is working.”

She rolled her eyes and took a step back. The both of you made awkward eye contact and you could feel a seething emotion coming from the look in her eyes which was weird because she never looked at you like that before. Since you met Seolhyun, she had always been kind and open towards you. You were able to hold a decent conversation with her and even if she had been shitty towards Yoongi lately, there were good traits about her.

“Honestly Yoongi, I don’t talk to you for a whole day and you’re already out holding bags for another girl?” Seolhyun spoke staring directly at you.

A fuse went off in your head upon hearing Seolhyun’s words. You tossed out all of the compliments you made about her in your head. Did she really have any right saying that to you? She was always fine whenever you and Yoongi hung out, so why was she only bothered by the idea now? You were about to defend yourself, but Yoongi cut you off.

“Don’t bring y/n into this, Seolhyun.”

“Great. Now you’re defending her?! I thought I was your girlfriend!” Seolhyun’s voice was on the verge of yelling and it startled you.

“Are you my girlfriend?! Cause if you are, you sure as hell haven’t been treating me like I’m your boyfriend for the past month.” Yoongi was obviously furious and you were all out in public. You tugged at the back of his sweater, quietly pleading him to calm down for a second.

“You know what? Whatever! I’m going. Have fun with your play thing.” Seolhyun dialed a number on her phone and proceeded to walk away.

“Play thing?! What the fuck Seolhyun, apologize to her!” She turned the corner into the extended parking lot area and disappeared out of your sight.

There was a bitter taste left in between you two. The aura was painfully thick making you at a loss for words. You were torn between apologizing and asking him how he was feeling. You chose physical contact instead by squeezing his shoulder. He tilted his head to the side to press his cheek onto the back of your hand.

“Let’s go, y/n.”

↠↞

The shuttle ride back on campus seemed much longer and painful than the first trip. Words were barely said with the exception of quiet ‘sorrys’ if you accidentally bumped into each other. You hated yourself because you had no idea on what to say to Yoongi. He was your friend, so you were supposed to be a friend and provide comforting words; except Yoongi wasn’t just a friend. Yoongi was a friend who you had romantic feelings for. The last thing you wanted to tell him was you deserve better. Just date me instead. You shook your head. Stupid, stupid.

Even the elevator ride up to your dorm was just as awkward. Yoongi still reached for your dorm keys without saying a word and you just let him. Unlike the previous night, Yoongi neatly pulled off his shoes in its designated spot as well as kept your keys, as well as his own, on your counter top. You could tell there was a lot on his mind and you were afraid you were going to say something that would set him off, but the silence was too much. You had to say something.

“Yoongi, I’m sorry. You two started arguing because of me.” You palmed your forehead once you said those words because Yoongi remained still in your kitchen. Maybe you could’ve said something different.

“It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.” Yoongi proceeded to empty the plastic bag of its contents. His behavior didn’t match his words at all, so you pulled on his sleeve making him face you.

“I know you’re mad. You refuse to look at me, you keep nibbling on your bottom lip, and you were constantly cracking your knuckles the entire way back.” Again, sometimes you hated having knowledge in behavioral analysis.

Yoongi finally looked at you and there was something about his gaze that made you feel tense. You’ve seen it before; you caught a glimpse of it when he parked himself in your lap last night. It made your heart beat against your chest and your breath was caught in your throat.

“I’m the one who’s sorry, y/n.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “She shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

It caught you off guard for a moment. Why was Yoongi apologizing for something like that? He didn’t do anything wrong, in fact, he practically defended you. The thought of that made your cheeks burn, so you turned to open your fridge to hide your face.

“It’s fine, Yoongs. It’s not your fault. Don’t apologize.” Your kitchen was getting warmer by the minute and it was driving you crazy.

The kitchen grew silent again and it only made you feel worse. You had no idea why you were feeling more nervous than usual. It was already second nature to have Yoongi in your dorm and to add fuel to fire, he spent the night sleeping on your lap. You could already tell that your face was crimson at that thought, so you disappeared into your room to finally change out of your work attire.

Moments later, you return to your kitchen where Yoongi was now sitting on top of your counter helping himself to one of your newly bought apple crisps. You joined him, leaning against the counter and reaching for a chip.

“You don’t want to join me up here? There’s room.” Yoongi patted the white surface in front of you.

“N-No, I’m fine here.” God, why did you have to stutter? You caught Yoongi in your peripherals looking through his phone. He had a furrowed brow that was easily recognizable. “Still not texting you even after you caught her red handed?”

The sigh he let out was an annoyed one. He shoved his phone into his sweater pocket and stuffed his mouth with apple crisps.

“I just want to know what the fuck is up with her, you know?”

You nodded.

“I don’t deserve a lot, but I do deserve an explanation or something.”

You nodded again.

“She is my girlfriend and communication is key.”

This time you faltered. Girlfriend.

“By the way, Yoongi,” you avoided eye contact with him and picked at the dry skin around your nails. “Thank you for uh, earlier. I could’ve said something myself. I think you seriously pissed her off that’s why.”

You thought back to Seolhyun’s words.

“Now you’re defending her?!”

Honestly, her words set you off, and you could’ve stood your own ground. You were prepared to go off on her and how she has been a shitty girlfriend to Yoongi lately, but he stepped in and basically protected you.

“Well, I wasn’t just going to stand there and let her disrespect my girl like that.”

You almost replied. You almost smiled at him with flushed cheeks. Instead, you parted your lips and let out a choked out cough.

Did he just say my girl? Maybe your ears were deceiving you at the moment or you unconsciously replaced his words in your head with the ones you wanted to hear. But you swore you heard it loud and clear.

“Y-Your… girl?” You didn’t even realize the words slipped from your lips and you were directly looking into his wide eyes.

The feeling of instant regret washed over your body because Yoongi didn’t say one word. The only thing he did was stare back at you in complete silence.

He had the tiniest hint of pink on his cheeks that was almost impossible to ignore. You wanted to look away, but there was something about Yoongi in that moment that drew you in. He looked the same as always; simple and attractive, but why was your heart racing?

You tore your eyes away from his own and directed your attention from him eyes, to the apples of his cheeks, and finally to the flesh of his lips. The shape of his lips always intrigued you because from a distance they appeared thin, but up close, they were full, beautiful, and tempting—

Oh my god, y/n stop.

Yoongi’s eyes were locked on your face, darting downwards. His gaze was burning holes into your skin and you couldn’t help but notice a quiet shift in his body language. His body was leaning in towards yours and the room was incredibly silent you could hear him take deep breaths. You were in a daze and if you were to stare at his lips any longer you were bound to snap.

You abruptly excused yourself from his side to reach into the cabinet across of Yoongi. “I’m uh, I’m gonna eat ramen for dinner. Do you want some?”

You hear a low grunt and the thud of his feet hitting your floor. Your back was turned to him, but you could feel him staring at the back of your head.

“I’d love to, but I promised Jungkook to eat dinner with him tonight since I didn’t return to the dorm last night.” You turned your body and spotted him on the opposite side of the counter reaching for his keys. He caught your stare and when he pursed his lips into a smile, your knees suddenly turned into jello.

“O-Oh, okay.” The disappointment in your voice was crystal clear and you really wanted to strangle yourself for making it obvious. Yoongi understood your tone of voice and chuckled. He leaned against the surface and propped his chin on his palm.

“Don’t worry. I’ll come back another day to have dinner with you. Plus, I now have a coffee mug here so I have to break it in.” Yoongi had a smug look on his face as he spun the key ring around his finger. “Good night, y/n.”

Before fully disappearing out the door, he looked at your with the softest expression and you couldn’t help but smile at him. You whispered a short good night, yoongi and watched him take his leave.

At the soft click of your door closing, the blush you’ve been failing to hide fully bloomed across your face. It terrified you on how much you liked Yoongi and the fact that he was already in a relationship made everything worse.

But, why did he look so—

You groaned loudly and swung open the cabinet that contained some of your plates and drinking ware. The mug Yoongi purchased sat right beside your designated coffee mug. In comparison to his mug design, yours was a light gray with a very adorable cartoon painting of a turtle. Although Yoongi seemed cold and closed off, he had a huge soft spot for all things cute and the mug he chose suited him perfectly.

There was a part of you that so badly wanted to be with Yoongi, but you knew it wouldn’t be fair to assert yourself romantically in his life at this time, especially since he and Seolhyun weren’t on good terms. You couldn’t do that to him and if you did, you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself.

With a quiet mutter of various curse words, you sunk to the floor of your kitchen and hugged your knees to your chest. You needed to get a grip on reality; Yoongi was in a relationship and you couldn’t just keep on wracking your brain with “what ifs.”

For the past month, your feelings for Yoongi intensified because of how much time the two of you spent together. He would come over to study, possibly stay the night, or you would be invited over to his dorm instead. You hated to admit it, but you slightly took advantage of his situation to give him comforting hugs or even let him lean on your shoulder to provide him a listening ear. You weren’t sure what it was earlier, but all of this thinking made everything much clearer.

Intimacy.

You stood up from the floor and took a deep breath. All of this thinking was making you lose your appetite, so you decided to brew yourself a cup of coffee instead. It occurred to you that if you continued to let yourself melt easily into Yoongi, you were going to fuck up eventually. Whilst pouring the bitter cup of joe into your mug, you made the decision to stay away from him for a little while.

The decision made you feel bitter, so bitter that you didn’t add in any milk or sugar into your coffee. You sat in your living room and switched on your television to watch more reruns of Forensic Files. You took a small sip of your coffee, knowing how much you hated your coffee black. Ergh. You didn’t want to add any sweetener because you thought you could drown your bitter feelings with something similar.

You were barely focused on the episode because your mind was solely focused on Yoongi, but the sound of your text message tone snapped you back into reality. Speaking of the devil.

[6:27] Yoongz: What a surprise, Jungkook is making us ramen for dinner too.

You smile at the text.

[6:28] You: ah well, i decided not to eat. im drinking coffee instead

Maybe you didn’t need to stay away from him as long as you set a boundary for yourself. If you knew where to draw the line, then it wouldn’t be too bad. You could keep spending time with him and if you felt any sort of intimate advances, you could excuse yourself.

[6:30] Yoongz: You need to eat, you know

[6:30] Yoongz: Is it because you’re lonely right now since I stayed last night?

The text made you choke on your coffee.

[6:31] Yoongz: I can come back to your dorm and eat dinner with you

[6:31] Yoongz: Just say the word and I’m there

It was only a text message, not a face to face response and yet he managed to raise your temperature and speed up your heart rate.

Yeah. I need to stay away.

finallyyyyy, ive been rereading this over and over, editing, and fixing up stuff and i finally uploaded ^-^ this series is definitely not over huhu. i hope you guise enjoyed part two :D

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Episode start.

A familiar scene materializes: thirteen talented girls form a single-file line at the center of a well-lit stage. The contestants’ expressions vary when the camera exposes their most vulnerable emotions bubbling up to the surface. From intimidated, to anxious, to eager -- it’s easy for the audience to feel just as nervous as the girls when they hear their fates read off one by one by Royal’s CEO.

“Eunae, you may go join the Majors.”

“Jiwon, you may join the Major group.”

Ahn Hyojin appears and Jisub casts her a measured glance. Thoughtfulness is affixed to his handsome face as he speaks without hesitation: “It’s your talent that got you here, however... sheer talent alone will not be enough for anyone to win a place in the Major group. Elly, please go stand with the others in Minor.” A clear warning to all.

“Welcome, ladies, to... Royal Survival.”

In the next second, the VTR music hits hard. A strong beat accompanies the show’s title, Royal Survival, as it flashes on screen and the girls appear next, absolutely striking in their visual line-up of bright reds and whites. All eyes are drawn to the center to focus on Jo Eunae as “Team” explodes in full force. Her face appears in a close-up, followed by her name scrolling below to identify her to all those who watch. In the next group shot, all girls are seen moving in sync together, the energy of the choreography making the hard work look seamless; for those who make mistakes, it goes unseen by expert editing. A professional has cut away major flaws before they’re visible, covering one girl’s lack of stamina and another’s missed step with closely timed edits to make the resulting performance look perfect. Yang Jiwon is seen up close, then Park Chaeyoung. In group formation, Kim Seolhyun takes over the spotlight when it’s her turn to be in the center, her name appearing below her face before the rest follow in succession: Manoban Lalisa, Ahn Hyojin, Kim Yubin, and Jung Soojung. When Jegal Seoyoung appears, the focus goes straight to her as she pulls in viewers with her charm alone. In the seconds afterwards, the audience is introduced to all who are left: Nam Dawon, Lee Soohyun, and Lee Jihyun. The best dancer, Lee Jieun, is saved for last -- the final image of strength and talent Royal wants the world to see before the song is over.

It takes just one minute and twenty-four seconds to create a worldwide sensation.

Yoo Jaekyung appears next, a flashback to her first appearance behind So Jisub as she introduces herself and the previous challenge. “All of you will learn and film a dance VTR for the opening of this show,” she explains concisely to the gathered girls. The camera hones in on her serious expression and the cool delivery of Jaekyung’s parting, warning words to them: “Work hard, obey my instruction, and I will turn all of you into stars worthy of the Royal name.”

The audience isn’t to be disappointed. Immediately after Jaekyung’s announcement, the girls are seen dispersing from the stage to return to their dormitories. Glimpses are given of the girls’ luxurious living environment, including the state-of-the-art practice studios and the gym they’re all allowed to utilize at their leisure. However, these elegant surroundings aren’t enough to mask the serious mood that afflicts most of the girls; the question of what next? hangs heavily in the air -- pungent and all-consuming.

Park Chaeyoung, identified by her stage name “Rose” for the first time on the bottom of the screen, is the first one who’s asked outright, the camera settling on a shot that highlights her from the shoulders up as she sits in the interview room. Behind her, a dark-shadowed background has been superimposed to bring her face forward in a flattering contrast. “I’ve only been a trainee for eight months, and that isn’t a long time compared to a lot of other trainees,” she tells the camera directly. “It’s scary to think that I could debut at the end of the program. My Royal sunbaes-- Jihyun unnie, Jazz unnie, Seolhyun unnie and Soohyunnie… we aren’t very close but I look up to them immensely.” Rose’s breath is heard hitching in her throat. “I’m still in shock if I’m being honest.”

“Rose hasn’t been training too long, but we’ve met a few times,” Lee Soohyun explains further as she comes into focus next. The professional lighting has been set-up to shine at a perfect degree upon her face, emphasizing the charming round curves of the young girl’s cheeks. “I think musically we’d sound good together so I hope to sing with her soon!” The epitome of youthful exuberance, Soohyun raises her brow and hints cheekily, “Want to know a secret? Lee Jihyun is my rival, while also being my role model.” An image of Jihyun appears briefly: the older girl awaiting her judgment as Jisub stares piercingly back at her. Soohyun’s voice continues, “She’s the one in my eyes to beat. Jihyun unnie… I have a head start, keep up!” she challenges, and the camera returns to Soohyun to catch the way the girl shoots a finger gun towards her unseen opponent. “I’m just going to be myself, and work hard! It’s all I can do right?”

Time races forward, a flurry of behind the scenes as the girls are seen waiting in the practice studio for their choreographer to arrive. When Jaekyung finally does, the woman doesn’t waste a single second before sweeping her judgmental gaze over each one of them in turn. Clad in her trademark head-to-toe black ensemble, she asserts to the group in an icy tone, “Line up. We have a lot of work to do.” And so they do, as clips flash by of Jaekyung teaching the group the Team choreography over a span of several days. Some of the girls are seen making visible mistakes in their steps, Lee Jihyun especially, and many more of them are seen with flushed faces and pained expressions as they rehearse together and alone. One evening, Ahn Hyojin is seen in the studio by herself, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she goes through the choreography repeatedly to sharpen up its movements. Not a perfect performance by any means, it’s nevertheless a perceivable improvement from the first days of Jaekyung’s teaching.

“Honestly, I was hoping for Major,” Kim Yubin admits honestly as the camera switches over to her. The audience is reminded of her brutal setback as a previous scene of her walking over to the Minor side of the stage appears. “I didn’t want to let my heart get excited,” she continues once she’s seen again in the interview room. The same image contrast is given to Yubin’s visual, a shadowed background and lights serving to complement her appearance in the best way. “A part of me knew I wouldn’t but I still hoped. So when I was put in Minor it brought me back to reality. I still have a ways to go.” She’s seen hovering near the wardrobe racks on the VTR’s fitting day, her hands combing through the clothing and shoes to select the right look for her. “We don’t know how many girls will be in the group and we’re already trying to climb ranks... I know my talents on stage, so I hope to show them I’m a hard worker.”

A date appears on screen: September 15th, 2017.

So Jisub’s confident walk takes him through the large central aisle of the stage venue’s seating. He heads directly to the table situated in the middle where the audience can see Yoo Jaekyung has already taken an extra chair to wait for the CEO to arrive. Additionally visible on the table’s wooden surface are single profile sheets of the contestants, each paper accompanied by a picture of a girl on the upper-left corner and comments written in lines below. So Jisub takes his seat, and also takes a sip from a cup of water placed out for him, before addressing Jaekyung directly. “So, what did you think?”

She answers without skipping a beat. “Some are decent,” the choreographer acknowledges while pointing to the photo of Lee Jieun. “Others were more disappointing than I thought.” A wave of her hand towards Park Chaeyoung’s sheet has So Jisub’s eyebrows skyrocketing upwards. “I can teach a few but the rest have a long way to go,” Jaekyung taps one silver-painted fingernail against Manoban Lalisa’s sheet. “Some might be impossible.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” So Jisub murmurs in assent. There’s thoughtfulness and a vivid shade of reluctance on his face as he tosses his next words to the nearby staff. “Bring them in, please.”

The stage manager nods and quickly moves behind the grand stage to where the girls have already been assembled, their makeup and styling finished an hour prior to the CEO’s arrival. The manager directs the contestants to come out on stage and line up at their respective sides: the ‘MAJOR’ team on the stage-right side and the ‘MINOR’ team on the stage-left side. Behind the girls’ backs, the names of the teams stand out brightly on their LCD screens. At the very back center of the stage, a third screen is revealed and the dance VTR can be seen on it, paused and ready to be played.

“Hello, ladies,” So Jisub greets them all politely. “When I call your name, please come forward for your evaluation,” he instructs. “Lee Jieun, first, if you please.”

For each girl, her individual screen time in VTR is what’s shown to all: several seconds of Jieun’s solo close-up is seen first, followed by her placement in the group formation. When Jieun’s clip finishes, Royal’s CEO clears his throat to redirect attention, and the camera’s focus, back to him. “Jieun, I told you last week that your dance talent is what landed you here. I’m glad, really, not to be disappointed by seeing it on camera. There’s no doubt that when you dance, all eyes go to you and stay there.” He nods in Jaekyung’s direction, the choreographer who offers up a small smile of agreement. “Jaekyung has agreed with me that, even though this first challenge was almost too easy for you, your place on the Major team is unquestionable for now. Well done, Jieun.”

“Yang Jiwon,” he calls next. Jisub plucks out Jiwon’s profile sheet from the papers in front of him and glances over it intently. “Jaekyung here gave you one of the center spots, I see.” He pauses, taking a moment to scan over the written comments before releasing a quiet sigh. “Honestly, you have much less training in dancing than I was hoping for, Jiwon, and it revealed itself in the group number especially. I tell all of you now that the group I intend to create out of Royal Survival will be expected to dance constantly and well to a lot of different styles. Jiwon,” he says, pausing to collect his thoughts before continuing, “I would like you to switch to the Minor group, please. In your time there, I’d like you to brush up on the dance basics until the next time I see you.”

“Ahn Hyojin.” When Elly’s name is called, Jaekyung leans over abruptly to whisper in Jisub’s ear. A quick, unheard exchange is followed by the CEO’s slow nod of acknowledgment. He bends a considering stare on Elly before finally addressing her. “Your dance training is lacking, too, Elly,” he observes regrettably. “Your current technique is lower than I’d like to see but, the energy you’re giving off on camera is surprisingly good. Jaekyung here assures me that you’re one of the ones who has been rehearsing the hardest on the choreography. It’s not good enough to move into Major just yet, however, it’s a step in the right direction. Keep practicing your dancing, Elly, and I will reconsider.”

“Jung Soojung, please come forward.” Jisub watches the video behind her with a discerning eye, choosing not to speak for several seconds until he’s collected his thoughts. “Unlike the others, I can tell you have basic grasp of technique when you dance, Soojung. It’s not bad, really, and Jaekyung here thinks she can work with you on it.” A quick glance to the female choreographer confirms this opinion. “Unfortunately, though, Soojung, your presence on camera is severely lacking,” he points out, not unkindly. “In the group formation, you practically disappear.” Jisub pauses here, the look on his face revealing a conflicted decision. “Stay in the Minor group a bit longer, Soojung, and try working on how to distinguish yourself a bit more.”

“Jo Eunae,” he calls next and beckons her forward with his hand. “Our first center. Your dancing is undoubtedly the level I was looking for. Any thoughts?” He directs the question to Jaekyung, the latter who shakes her head with a rare smile. “She’s one of the better dancers,” the woman admits openly, “I wouldn’t mind challenging her with a tougher choreography.” Jisub looks back at Eunae, a warm smile affixing itself into place. “If that’s so, then that’s all that needs to be said. You’ve protected your place in Major team, Eunae. Congratulations.”

“Park Chaeyoung.” The male sighs deeply, clear reluctance visible in his gaze. “Rose, I’m going to be honest with you. After viewing the VTR, it’s become clear to me that what I was hoping to see from you was not there. Your audition had given me hope that you’d be more well-rounded but, after seeing this performance, I’m not convinced now that you’re capable of handling the level of choreography you’re going to have to do in the future. That, combined with a total lack of presence in the group is incredibly worrisome.” He lifts a hand to rub at his chin, visibly warring with the decision he’s about to make. Jaekyung meets his eyes and Jisub nods, conceding the unspoken opinion. “Rose, please go to Minor group.”

“Manoban Lalisa,” he calls out, and Jisub waits until Lisa has taken her directed place on the stage before opening his mouth to speak again. “What a hard time I’m having with you, Lisa. Unlike Rose and Soojung, you have absolutely no problem standing out when the camera is on you. I doubt anyone could look away even if they wanted to.” The CEO casts her a sidelong glance, taking his time to consider his decision carefully before he makes it. “Sadly, though, ‘standing out’ isn’t always a good thing when your weaknesses are more visible than everything else.” There’s no hesitation in his voice as he gestures towards the Minor side of the stage. “You still have time to improve, Lisa, and I suggest you do so. Go stand with the Minors, please.”

“Nam Dawon, come up here, if you would.” Jisub peruses the papers on the table until he finds her sheet, studying the outlined profile with an intent gaze. “Well, the good news is: you’re not the worst.” Amusement bubbles up from Jisub’s direction and this jesting tactic is just as much to diffuse the stressful tension filling the room as it is to tease Dawon good-naturedly. “It’s not bad, either, considering dancing isn’t really your forte. As it is, you already have more visible technique in your movements than most of the other singers. As expected of Hyun Bin’s trainee.” He offers her a small smile and nods to the Minor side of the stage. “I advise you not to let those Nova roots go to waste just yet, Dawon. Please keep practicing your dancing until we meet again.”

“Lee Soohyun, next.” The VTR plays Soohyun’s segmented clip after she has arrived to the front and Jisub watches it critically, his expression remaining stoic up until the very last second. “It’s become clear to me that finding a singer who can also dance is going to be problematic for this CEO,” he jokes idly. “I shouldn’t, in all good conscience, keep you in the Major team when the dancing you show me in that VTR is such poor quality, Soohyun. It’s absolutely crucial that idols, even those who aren’t the main dancers, be able to keep up with choreography that’s taught to them. Luckily, you do have a saving grace. You alone, among all the singers here, don’t completely disappear from sight whenever the group line appears.” He places her profile sheet aside and nods towards her. “It’s enough to keep you in Majors for the time being. You may go over there.”

Jaekyung lays the next contestant’s paper in front of Jisub and he takes it unhesitatingly. “Jegal Seoyoung,” he reads off aloud. “Your center part was rather short in this one, wasn’t it? Jaekyung has told me that, despite you not being one of the better dancers here, there’s apparently enough natural ability in you for her to tap into.” He glances to the choreographer, who flashes Seoyoung an approving smile as she nods in agreement. “I can work with it,” Jaekyung agrees. “If she remains willing to learn.” Jisub nods and keeps eye contact with Seoyoung as he waves towards the Major side of the stage. “You heard her, Seoyoung. You’re safe for this week.”

Kim Seolhyun’s sheet comes up next and Jisub motions for her to come to the front of the stage. “You also did well this week, Seolhyun. I’m fully aware that this style of choreography isn’t the usual I see from you but, despite that, Jaekyung and I are both in agreement that the end result on camera was the quality level we’d hoped to see from you. You delivered it well. You and Jieun got off easy with this first challenge, so I’m especially looking forward to seeing how you both survive the next one.” A mischievous gleam shines in Jisub’s eyes as he waves his hand towards the stage. “Your spot is safe in the Majors, Seolhyun. Please go and join them.”

“Lee Jihyun.” A senior trainee whose skill levels are not unfamiliar to him, her lackluster dance performance on the LCD screen inspires no real surprise from Jisub as he watches her clip all the way through to its conclusion. “It goes without saying that there’s still a lot you need to work on, Jihyun,” he observes finally. He is careful to keep his tone neutral as he addresses her with a stiff expression. “Nobody is expecting that a main vocalist should also be a lead dancer in her group, but it’s my wish that she not be an eyesore in the middle of a group formation either. I’d like you to stick it out in Minor and keep practicing, Jihyun. You may have a chance at a comeback very soon.”

“Kim Yubin,” he calls out last. A consummate professional, Jisub would never let his weariness appear on his face, but there’s no denying he’s pleased to have arrived at the final contestant. Especially this one, whose appearance in front of him encourages a small smile to appear. “I told you last week that I wasn’t sure what to do with you, Yubin. This week, I’ve changed my mind. I can tell that you have a higher level of training in your dancing despite it not translating perfectly with this difficult style of choreography. Being one of the longer trainees is a benefit in your case as you clearly have more technique, as well as more experience, in performing on camera. That is something I have a use for, Yubin, so you may switch into the Major team this week. Congratulations.”

The end of the reassignments comes with a relieved sigh from the CEO as he rises from his seat to stand up to his full height. Beside him, still seated, Jaekyung leans back and folds her arms over her chest. The two seniors both analyze the newly-sorted groups on stage before So Jisub clears his throat loudly. “It’d be unfair, I think, to eliminate anyone today based solely on this first challenge. There’s still more that I’d like to see from all of you and I intend to.” The camera fixes on Jaekyung, who nods in agreement with the CEO’s words. “Your second challenge is going to show me exactly what each one of you is capable of… and also exactly where you’re lacking.” A handsome grin appears on Jisub’s face as he explains further, “Idols need to be able to perform well as a group, pooling together their strengths as one in order to pull off a successful performance in front of their audience. For the next challenge, you will be put into groups and be asked to perform a Royal senior group’s song in front of an invited audience. Your best efforts at singing, rapping, dancing, and the extent of your stage presence -- I will be watching for all of these specifically. For many of you up there, this will be your comeback opportunity to be considered for the Major team.”

He waits for this news to sink in first, pausing for dramatic effect before the final ax is dropped: “After your performance is over, I will be deciding who has shown herself to be the weakest member of your group overall. Of these girls that are placed into the ‘bottom three,’ one of you will be returning home. Do your best, ladies. I look forward to seeing what you’ll show me next time.”

End of episode.

EPISODE 2, Writing Prompt:

With the intention of testing every contestant’s performance skills on the stage, as well as seeing how they perform within a group dynamic, So Jisub has decided to split the girls up into smaller groups to cover one of Royal Entertainment’s senior group’s songs. The songs he has chosen embody two of the most frequent girl group concepts that are seen on stage: cute and ‘girl crush’. Well aware that at least one of these concepts is not in every contestant’s comfort zone, each group has been carefully selected by So Jisub so that members can prove their adaptability to concepts that’ll likely be asked of them in the future. Don’t be too surprised by an uncomfortable placement: it is on purpose!

The assigned groups and songs are as follows:

Group 1: “Goodbye Baby” (Brave Girls) Lee Jihyun, Lee Soohyun, Jo Eunae, Kim Seolhyun

Group 2: “Over U” (Brave Girls) Nam Dawon, Kim Yubin, Jegal Seoyoung, Lee Jieun

Group 3: “Be My Baby” (H.A.M.) Jung Soojung, Park Chaeyoung, Ahn Hyojin, Yang Jiwon, Manoban Lalisa

All groups are expected to perform all vocal, rap, and choreography parts that are found in the reference videos. You do not have to limit one person per part if you do not wish to, but every contestant should at least sing or rap during the performance. Royal Entertainment’s costume staff will provide the wardrobe, recycling the same costumes as the senior groups and tailoring the fit to the contestants who will wear them. This will include shoes: if your senior group wears heels in the video, the girls must also wear heels on stage. Choreography for the songs will be taught to your group individually by Yoo Jaekyung and no part of the choreography can be modified (this includes the removal of aegyo parts!) Jaekyung will teach all the groups their choreography starting on September 19th, with two hour blocks for each group. Group 1 will learn from 10AM-12PM, Group 2 will learn from 1PM-3PM, and Group 3 will learn from 4PM-6PM. After this date, the groups will be expected to arrange their own practice schedules and you may call on Yoo Jaekyung to supervise rehearsals, if needed. Dress rehearsal for the pre-recording will occur during the afternoon of October 1st, and the actual recording will be done in front of a small invited audience shortly after. Each group will get to record their song twice, with the best take being chosen as the one that airs on the following episode.

For this episode’s writing opportunities:

Required: write a 300+ word performance solo about your muse performing the cover song for the filming. Optional: write a 300+ word preparation solo about any event leading up to the cover song filming. This can include learning the choreography, rehearsals, costume fittings, dress rehearsals, etc. Optional: write a 250+ word interview with your muse reacting to the events unveiled during this episode. As before, you do not have to answer all of these, and you are allowed to come up with your own questions for this interview. However, all questions for this episode’s interview should relate to these following topics:

What did you think of seeing your performance on the final version of the VTR?

What would you change, if anything, about your performance?

Who do you, personally, believe should be on the Major and Minor teams?

Tell us about your personal motivations/inspirations that led you here today.

Tell us a little about your family/friends/those who are supporting you on the show.

The reward for writing the required solo is +5 SKILL POINTS TO BE DISTRIBUTED AS YOU WISH, +5 DANCE POINTS, +10 CHARISMA POINTS, and +5 DEBUT points, as well earning +1 week of a RELEVANT ACHIEVEMENT. Additionally, all girls will automatically receive +1 week VARIETY achievement for being present during Episode 2. Point forms will always be due the Wednesday after a deadline passes; this means for Episode 2, verification forms should be submitted after the Activity Check post on Wednesday, October 4th. These form dates have been added to the writing schedule, so be sure to refer to it periodically to make sure everything is being submitted on time!

ROYAL SURVIVAL EPISODE 2 (for the Oct 4th form)

[ x ] *one 300+ word performance solo

+5 ___ POINTS

+5 DANCE POINTS

+10 CHARISMA POINTS

+ 5 DEBUT POINTS

+1 WK RELEVANT ACHIEVEMENT (CURRENT LEVEL + NUMBER OF TIMES TAKEN)

+1 WK VARIETY ACHIEVEMENT (CURRENT LEVEL + NUMBER OF TIMES TAKEN)

+ NEW DEBUT POINTS TOTAL:

The deadline for all solos is midnight EST at the end of October 1st, and please tag each solo (including the interview) with #royalsurvival2. If you have any questions, feel free to send them to the Royal Survival inbox!

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