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Cal Kestis | Jedi Survivor

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HUSH | MYG - TWO

pairing: rockstar!yoongi x female reader | mutual disdain - lovers (but also strangers - lovers? kinda?)

premise: in which you work for your brothers band by day and accidentally anonymously sext his bandmate on the regular by night! whoops !!

wc: 10k

for more details, pls see the master list (x)

note from holly: if you've read hush over on wattpad, then you've already seen this! sorry!! but this is everything that was on wattpad--the next upload will be 100% fresh hehe

warnings: alcohol, foul language, creepy men in bars, sexting (minimal!! very brief!), yoongi is both an asshole and a good guy, oc and yoongi are dumb!! and argumentative!! we learn a teeny tiny bit more lore for the night that never was!!

the app (x) | the band (x) | part one (x)

minors dni!!!

GOLDEN CLOSET STUDIO Big Hit Ent, Yongsan-gu

"Back again so soon?" Jungkook grins when you traipse into his studio the next morning. 

Slumping down onto the sofa with a groan, you get comfortable like it's a second home to you. Only just gone midday, you're exhausted. You'll tell anyone who asks that you went out for a morning run, but you'll be lying through your teeth.

See, what made you tired may have given flushed cheeks, but sadly no cardio was involved. Just some pixels. Words. Another goddamn video call of a bedroom you know so damn well but have never stepped foot within. From his belly button down, you'd recognise your Damocles boys in a heartbeat. Wonder if you'd be able to tell if you saw him in the wild, fully clothed. 

You doubt it.

No, what's made you so tired isn't the things that get you up in the morning, but rather the things that keep you up all night.

Or just 'thing'.

A singular.

You're not sure you want to classify him as a person, because currently he's just pixels on a screen - but the images those pixels so often make? The dirty words that form in negative spaces just for you to see?

Yeah. You think that he's too good to be true. Can't be a real man.

"Meeting," you mumble into the cushion of the chair. "You know how many logistics are involved in taking you guys on tour? It's mad."

"Logistics?" He snorts, knowing your job has nothing to do with that side of the business.

"I'm shadowing," you reply. "Jinyu sweet-talked someone she knows in that department. Following one of the planners around for the week."

"Really tryna work your way up, huh?" Jungkook asks, before quietly musing, "Hope Jinyu'll sweet-talk me some time."

He's not wrong. About working your way up, that is. Jinyu will never sweet-talk him.

Big Hit is a great stepping stone - an industry outlier, built from the ground up - but you don't want to be in your brother's shadow for too long. 

You fear it'll look like you're complacent; as if you want an easy life that you don't have to work hard for. Get some experience, get a good reference, and get out; that's the plan. Maybe work somewhere overseas, away from the confines of your family name.

You don't entertain Jungkook's musings, instead opting to shuffle a little further into his sofa. It's leather and still smells brand new - not because it is, but because Jungkook is meticulous in his cleaning regimes. Will probably wipe it down after you leave. Is perhaps the neatest rockstar you've ever known - not that you know all that many. 

And that's exactly your issue; even if you want to get out of Seokjin's shadow, you've no idea where to turn to. Bright light saturates everything else. Here, you're hidden. Safe. Comfortable.

Well, comfortable except for one particular thorn in your side.

"Get your song sorted with Yoongi last night?" You ask, genuinely curious about it. You're also incredibly nosey, and Yoongi is a dick. What you'd like to hear is that he's annoyed and frustrated, because that's how he makes you feel. 

It's selfish to think that way. The album cycle is well and truly underway, and the boys are cramming every spare moment into perfecting it. You aren't too aware of the process, you just know that Yoongi speaks to you even less now that the stress is mounting.

They're made for the stage. Would spend all day every day performing, if it was sustainable. Don't enjoy the downtime - but you think it's because the slowness of it all interferes with their live fast, die young bullshit.

Jungkook shakes his head. "It's missing something. Can't figure out what. We're gonna leave it until after the Europe dates. Hopefully will have found some inspiration over there."

You accept his answer without a response. Know that any advice you could give would be redundant. You don't know the first thing about music production, and think it would be a waste of energy to float ideas for a song you've not even heard.

"Think Yoongi needs to rest," Jungkook muses a little mindlessly. "Was here till stupid o'clock last night."

You mumble a response, and Jungkook takes it as an indication to continue.

"Last email he sent was at like, what? Three in the morning? How his brain could've still been working, I've no idea."

"He's a night owl," you hum, as if it's a new discovery. "Works better that way. It's like you work best after a good sleep. He works best a little sleep-deprived."

"Yeah but how?!"

"I dunno. Brain science. Ask Yoongi. He probably knows. Psychology n shit."

Jungkook just rolls his eyes. He won't be asking Yoongi.

Just like he also won't be asking Yoongi if he wants to join you all for drinks later that evening. 

That job? Yeah, that's up to you.

Neither you, Jimin, nor Jungkook wanna ask Yoongi, mainly because you all know he'll just say 'no.' What's the point?

A fierce battle of rock-paper-scissors had been fought earlier that evening, and you'd been the poor sod declared as the loser.

Already half a bottle down, they're drinking in Jungkook's studio (even if Hoseok strictly forbode it the last time they got legless at work (as if his orders have ever stopped them from doing anything they wanted)) when you finally meet them again. 

They're getting a headstart on the evening's festivities.

It's nothing special. Just a chance for them all to hang out properly after the Seoul shows.

They rarely ever 'hang out', 'cause work often feels like that anyway. It's only when they take a break that they realise how much they enjoy each other's company. A few days rest from one another is always welcome - but exceed three days, and they start to get withdrawal symptoms.

"Ready to go?" You ask, but are met with curt shakes of their heads.

Jimin passes you the bottle of beer he's been nursing on. As you take a swig, he reminds you, "You've not asked Yoongi yet."

Lips pressed to the rim of the bottle, you roll your eyes. Have half a mind to backwash in retaliation, but you don't fancy bickering this early on in the night.

Shaking your head, you swallow down the froth. "He'll say no."

"Buuuuut," Jungkook sings, as if he thinks he can serenade you into asking Yoongi. "What if he says yes?"

"Well, one of you can ask!" You whine. Yoongi's studio is the last place you want to go to - especially after the messages he sent you last night, warning you about your relationship with Jungkook. "Give him your doe eyes, Kook. It'll work."

A game of rock, paper, scissors is legally binding, though. Jungkook tells you so. Says if you don't go and ask Yoongi, he'll be forced to take you to court.

"I've got Big Hit lawyers," he reminds you.

"Is this a threat?!"

"Yep. Now go ask Yoongi!"

You argue a little longer. Jimin takes two shots during that time. Jungkook interpretive dances whenever you make a compelling statement as to why you shouldn't be the one asking. You frown whenever he does the robot.

And so, mainly to get away from any more of Jungkook's bizarre hip-gyrations, you traipse down to the end of the corridor, where Yoongi's so-called Genius Lab resides.

The wait at his door is awkward. You question yourself, what you'll say, how you should stand. First impressions are everything, and if he's greeted with shitty energy, he'll give it back in return. You know him well enough to know this for a fact.

After a lifetime of waiting (27 seconds, to be exact), there's a mechanical whir of the lock coming undone.

"Hey," you offer a smile as you're greeted with his typical face of thunder. "Been sent to retrieve you. We're going out tonight. All of us."

He knows the plans. Is in the group chat. Ignored the messages for a reason.

His stare is a little frosty but not unkind. Just uninterested. "Can't."

"Can't or won't?"

"Both?"

You might be deluding yourself, but you think he smiles slightly when he says that.

"Ah, but you can and you will go to the ball, Cinders," you joke, giving him a small curtsy. "All work no play makes Yoongi a dull boy."

You're joking, but you believe it. He's been miserable the last few months. Keeps himself hauled up in his studio when they're not on the road, and avoids social interaction like the plague. It maddens you. How is he gonna write songs about life and the importance of living one, if he won't let himself do the same?

He's hard to read as he sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose. Shakes his head, then opens his door a little wider. Encourages you into his space.

A candle burns on his desk, faintly vanilla in its scent, making it feel far cosier than actually is. The room is sullen; dark greys and little else. In fact, it surprises you he's gone for such a pretty cream candle. LED lights that are hidden in the walls glow a deep blue, and it's no wonder he's so miserable. There's no passion in his little pit. No life. Just him, some screens, and the whir of computer fans.

"Will you give something a listen?" He asks, quite clearly seeing you as a last resort - but when you hit rock bottom, the only direction you can go in is up. He knows you're not musical, not like Jin, but perhaps he needs the ear of a consumer, not a creator. "Been wracking my brain trying to think of what this needs. Have listened to it so many times that nothing sounds right anymore. I just- Could you?" He pauses. Looks quite uncomfortable when he adds, "Please?"

You assume the file up on the central screen is the song he's been working on with Jungkook, so you oblige. Kick your shoes off and leave them by the mat. It's been a while since you've been given the luxury of access to the Genius Lab. You used to know the code.

Things with Yoongi used to be different, though.

Not much has changed within his four dark walls since then. He's gained a new painted canvas in the corner of the room, stacked behind the existing ones. It's deep navy blue. Sort of like him, you think. The blue continues. Illuminates his work area. No wonder he never sleeps. The mood lighting is cold. Alert. Is bound to fuck with his brain.

There are more speakers than you can fathom, and switchboards you can't even begin to understand. The programs that Yoongi's running on his computers are familiar, though. You've seen them enough times to get a rough idea of the composition. Can see tabs labelled for Jin's vocals.

Yoongi turns his chair as the door clicks shut, automatic lock whirring into place. There was a time when that sound would have excited you. Not for any lewd, scandalous reason - just for the fact there used to be a time, many moons ago, when you thought Min Yoongi was the hottest man to have ever graced the earth.

And can you blame yourself?

His midnight hair gracefully frames his face, perfectly waved, dark eyes stark against his pale complexion. His skin is dewy, cheeks a little puffy from his lack of sleep and the fact all he has in his system is an iced americano and blue Powerade - yet still, his features are sharp. A white shirt hangs off his broad shoulders, dainty bracelets sitting on his pretty wrists.

Every bit the heartthrob, he's only gotten better with age - but you've grown up, too. Are wiser now. Understand that devastatingly handsome men will always inevitably devastate you, too.

It's for that reason Min Yoongi doesn't bother you in the same ways that he used to. That, and the night that never was.

As you said, devastatingly handsome men will only ever devastate you, too. He's proven that point already.

He points to his chair. "Sit."

The way he's so demanding with his tone annoys you. You shake your head. Choose to stand. "It's cool. Just play the song."

You don't mean to be so sharp. So curt. You're just thinking about how unbearable he's been recently - especially last night. He'd left you on read. Obviously wasn't happy with your response, not that you care.

"Please don't be difficult," he says softly. "Just sit so you can listen properly."

Why your stature could possibly impact your ears and their ability to listen, you'll never know - but you don't argue. As much as Yoongi's contempt for you these days annoys you, you don't want to make it any worse than it already is.

The leather of his chair is warm from his perch. Kind of nice how despite his cool demeanour, he's always a little toasty. He brings the heat of Daegu with him wherever he goes.

"I'm all ears," you tell him, and watch as he presses down on the play button.

"It's not the full song," he says over the melody of an upbeat track. "You'll know the bit I mean though. It's like, not bad, but-"

"Yoongi, shush," you smile, making sure you catch his eye as you do so. Don't want him to think you're snapping. You just wanna hear the sections he's uncertain about in context with the rest of the song.

Quiet as the track begins to echo out, there's an uncharacteristically quaint piano faintly guiding the track. You know he plays, but it's rare for it to be a focal part of the songs he creates.

You understand immediately which section Yoongi's having trouble with - not because it sounds bad, just because the drop before the final chorus doesn't hit quite right. It builds and builds but the arrival at the final chorus is underwhelming.

"Rewind it a bit," you say, wanting to hear it again. Confirm that it's the right part.

Yoongi does as you ask, leaning over you slightly, and says, "Somethings off, right?"

Nodding, you listen for a third time. "Take away the guitar," you say.

He does. It's better, but still not right.

"Maybe you've overcomplicated it?" you muse, thinking that he needs to strip it back entirely, but not wanting to offend him.

"Hmm," he hums. "You think?"

He mutes a few more layers on the track. Plays it again. It's getting there.

"Better, right?" you ask.

He nods as he stands up straight, listening to it over again. Frowns. "Still not quite there."

"I think it might benefit from some distance," you suggest. "Come out with us tonight. Get your mind off this track. Might even get some inspiration."

Shaking his head, he watches as you stand and head towards the door. He's not been out with you since the night that never was. Doesn't enjoy the prospect of risking it all after a couple of drinks inevitably turns into a couple of bottles again - of which he knows it will. If you and Jimin are together, it will be messy. Just how it goes. Throw Jungkook and Tae into the mix? Disaster waiting to happen.

"Look," you sigh. "I know it's not really your thing - but the rest of the boys are game. They all want you there. Just think about it, okay?"

He purses his lips together. Smiles, and turns to face his computer screen once more. "Thanks for your help."

And just like that, you're dismissed. Considering the way he'd messaged you about Jungkook the day before, it went pretty well, you think. Try not to dwell on the fact he couldn't be less interested even if he tried.

It's funny, 'cause as Yoongi stews in his chair, rocking ever so gently, he sighs. Shakes his head. Grumbles to himself quietly: "'they all want you there'... but do you want me there?"

The boys aren't so disappointed when you return with no Yoongi behind you. They all knew what his answer would be, and only sent you so they didn't have to deal with his rejection.

"Took your time," Jimin notes.

You shrug. Deadpan. "Yeah, sorry, got distracted. Too busy shagging him."

"Really?!"

"No, of course not," you laugh, as if it's the funniest suggestion in the world. You sort of think it is. "Nah, he just wouldn't be convinced."

And so it comes as a surprise to everyone when Yoongi shows up at Jimin's place a couple of hours later with a bottle of whisky in hand.

"Shut the fuck up," is all he says as he walks into an absolute commotion, practically everyone in the room elated by his decision to join in. He hides his smile poorly, occasionally letting his teeth show despite his protests.

From the sofa, you catch his eye. Nod. He bunches up his face a little. Nods back - but is quickly distracted by Jimin holding up a clear shot glass filled with fuck knows what. You, too, find yourself distracted by chatter with the rest of the boys and a couple of the girls from the artist liaison team.

In the corner of the room, your phone is plugged into a charger. It's been there since you arrived. You've no need to check it - but you can never leave it too long.

You smile, butterflies kissing your tummy and making their way through your body when you eventually check it.

D4m0cl3s: got a work thing tonight, so probably won't be able to message much gonna be thinkin' about u tho don't miss me too much, clemmie x

The smile is hard to hide. You blame it on the alcohol.

Kind of like how Yoongi smiles half an hour later when he checks his own phone.

Cl3m3ntin3: been a busy bee today, sorry :( all work, no play? :( it'll make you dull, damocles boy x

But then he watches you as you laugh with Jungkook about something trivial. Reads over his messages again. Shakes his head.

Remembers you trying to convince him to join for the evening. How you'd called him Cinders. Told him that all work and no play made him dull.

His heart thuds in his chest. He swallows harshly. Pours a whisky. Swallows that, too.

Breathes a sigh of relief as he taps through a message - 'it's a play thing for work. promise i'll behave x' - and watches your phone after it's marked as 'delivered' in his chat feed.

Your phone is screen-up on the kitchen counter, just within his line of vision. It doesn't light up. Doesn't vibrate. Receives no message.

"Thank fuck," he mumbles, the sinking feeling in his chest lifting as he grabs a fresh whisky.

He quickly walks away from the scene of a crime that never was. Sort of like the night that never was. Is so pleased, in fact, that he's happy to sit beside you on the sofa as Jungkook sets up a drinking game with Jin.

Silly, really, how a few drinks seem to make him forget the concept of 'do not disturb' mode.

"Hey," you smile and he comes to sit down. "Glad you made it."

"Me too," he nods, lips thin, chin dimpling as a shy smile graces his face. He's a little whisky tipsy. Doesn't feel the need to keep such a strict distance from you, now.

"To a good night," you raise your glass to him, and he reciprocates. Clinks them together.

"To a good night."

STAIRWAY BAR Itaewon-ro, Yongsan-Gu

♪ // You First (Re: Remi Wolf)- Paramore

"You're never gonna be this young and this hot again," Jimin slurs after a few too many lemon drops. It's his third time making this point, because it's the third time you've shooed away a guy trying to make a move on you.

They've all been perfectly fine. Nice enough guys, you're sure, but you aren't interested in random hookups. The night really isn't about that. All you want to do is let your hair down with the boys you've known for most of your life.

As Jimin whines about the fact no one is ready to move onto a club yet, bored of the bar, part of you considers the novel idea that one of the men in your rejection pile could have been your Damocles boy. A funny thing to think about, really. He did say he was busy tonight. Said it was for work, but everyone knows how rowdy work dinners can get after the boss leaves.

He could be here. Could have his tail between his legs. Could be looking at you right now, without a clue.

The reality of that wouldn't please you, for it would mean he's out there searching for other women.

While he'd be well within his right to, you selfishly find that that you don't want him to. In fact, all you wanna do is send him a message. Let him know you're thinking of him. That you wish you were at home right now, alone in your sheets with nothing but an internet connection and that damn app to keep you company.

You're with friends, though. Can't open the app without fear of endless ridicule - and not to mention the fact your brother is with you. Not worth it.

As you come to join them, a fresh drink in your hand, you're easily distracted. Are brought back to reality by your favourite people. Neon lights on the ceiling, and relics of time spent in the bar pinned to the walls. Photobooth pictures, foreign currency. Life is embedded into the seams of this place, and it's reassuring, in a way. Makes your dependency on your Damocles boy a lot less intense. You can forget him. Live life. Neglect to check your phone.

"Objection!" Jungkook chimes, following you and Jimin to the corner booth of the bar where the rest of your friends sit. "Older women are, like, so hot. So damn hot. Damn." And then he's thinking to himself. Brows furrowed, pouty lips whistling out a hearty sigh as he shakes his head. Thinks about Jinyu. A couple of the older women at the record company. About Jimin's mother. Laughs. Nods. "Yeah, older women are where it's at."

Both of you look at him with an air of confusion, and yet neither of you question it.

"What did I miss?" Jin beams when he rejoins you, as a member of the bar staff follows him with a bottle of Ciroc resting in an ice bucket. Another staff member will soon bring you cans of drink to use as mixers, but you know damn well these boys will be shotting it down straight.

The bottle won't be on the house, but you know Jin will have charged it back to the company. Will get a bollocking from Hoseok the next time he's in the office. Doesn't care, cause he knows the band makes the record company more money than anyone else on the roster at the moment. The way he sees it, it's their money anyway.

"Jungkook's just declared his love for older ladies," Taehyung deadpans from the sofa opposite yours. "Nothing new."

"Better older than younger," Jin asserts, playfully pushing against your forehead as he walks past you and back to his seat.

As much as you're your own person, you're still his little sister, and the rest of his unruly group of friends will do well to remember that.

Jungkook snorts. Throws a smirk in your direction. "I can make exceptions."

"And I can get away with murder, Kook," Jin assures him - and he's probably right. As much as they like to play into the rock and roll lifestyle, they've got power. Fame. Something that hides them just as much as it projects them. "Don't even think about it."

There's laughter and chatter amongst everyone at such a declaration, but you can't help but wonder if a certain pair of eyes glanced your way upon hearing that.

It's not like Yoongi doesn't know Jin harbours such feelings. Told you the exact same thing, once: that Jin'd murder Jungkook if anything ever happened between the pair of you.

But you also remember what came next.

Even if it's never been spoken about since, you know that remembers, too. The way he refused to reply to your last text is testament to it.

See, he's been avoiding you since long before you got your little job with the company. Would turn down plans if you were in attendance. Declined invites to dinner, and bailed on drinks. Once you started working in such close proximity, it was harder to keep his distance, and so he built up walls.

They're steep, and they're topped with barbed wire. Impenetrable, or so it would seem.

Climbing has never been a strong point of yours, and scaling walls doesn't feel like a pastime you'd enjoy very much, so Yoongi's safe distance from you is kept. He's feline, in that way; how he'll stalk up trees and sit in amongst the branches, peering down at you. Out of reach, holding all the cards.

Flicking your eyes across to him, you find him embroiled in conversation with Namjoon. He's laughing, which admittedly does make you smile. It's been so long since you've been afforded the luxury of witnessing such a thing.

But you're torn from your thoughts by a sudden, sharp tug on your wrist, and don't even realise Jimin is dragging you out of your seat until you're already stumbling behind him. With a shrill yelp and soft giggle, you let him pull you to the stairs that lead up from the basement bar to the earthly realm above.

"C'mon," Jimin calls behind himself, as if you have any choice in the matter. He's got a death grip on you. You're coming along whether you like it or not. "The rest of them are being boring. I wanna dance."

"Maybe I was enjoying being boring!" You argue just for the sake of it, tapping at your pockets to make sure you've still got your phone with you. Not for any particular reason. Just to be safe. Totally not because you fear losing your only contact with your virtual lover. Nothing like that at all.

"Tough," Jimin asserts, not caring where you both end up just as long as there is a dancefloor and a dark corner.

It isn't for any sinister reason, but just because he isn't looking to be the life and soul of the party. His face isn't recognised in the same way that the other boys are, but it doesn't matter. He attracts attention regardless. Goes with the territory of having a face like his. Irresistible to men and women alike. You're yet to meet anyone who doesn't think he's the most beautiful man alive - though Jin certainly does take issue with such a title being awarded to anyone else but him.

But just like Jin, there's a magnetism about Jimin. Moths to a flame, the rest of the boys follow suit and head up towards the street. The entire area code is a cluster of bars and hole-in-the-wall food joints. It's made for this time of the night, when the clouds are shielding the eyes of the moon from all sorts of sin, just a few stray stars guiding the way.

Light pollution bleeds upwards and out. Even if you know the stars are there, you can't see them - and it's not like you get the chance to check either way, for Jimin's already pulling you down the stairs to another basement bar.

This one is larger - two stories. Quieter on the first floor, it's the second level where he wants to be.

A planner in both professional and personal life, even though he seems erratic and all out of order, Jimin has everything under control. Knows the managers of most (if not all) of the bars on this street. Called a favour in this afternoon for one of the downstairs booths, just adjacent to the dancefloor, to be roped off & reserved. Knew that some of the boys would, in his mind, be 'boring', but still wanted everyone together. It's the best of both worlds. He can dance, and they can talk, or whatever they wanna do.

♪ // Desert Eagle - Silica Gel

Min Yoongi doesn't dance. He drinks. He observes. He watches the debauchery unfold from a safe distance, much like he does with you. Sometimes - not always - he thinks. Ponders. Wonders if maybe he's wasting his time by not indulging in the same way other people do. If he's missing out. Considers perhaps his friends are right to revel in such mindless frivolities.

He doesn't debate his choices often, but as he gets comfortable in this new place, he can't help it. Thinks word must have gotten out about their planned attendance, 'cause he notices far more eyes on them than normal. Far more women vying for their attention. Men, too. Whether it be sex or status, their intrigue is always fuelled by something.

The rest of the boys revel in it.

Yoongi doesn't care for it - but there's a reputation to uphold. A brand image that being spotted in clubs and getting up to no good only helps. Seals them as the real deal. Gets them out of the bracket of 'posers' or manufactured, not that it really fuckin' matters.

There are two girls to each of them. Supply and demand. There aren't enough of The Scouts to go around, but people will share. Will take all they can get. Sharp eyeliner, pretty hair, the girls all have their wits about them, and it's potentially the worst part of it all - they're making the conscious, informed choice to lower themselves to a standard well beneath their worth.

The club stinks of sticky liquor and smoke, but beneath the veil they're all wearing the same perfume. Whatever's currently being marketed as 'irresistible' to men. Was vanilla a few years ago. Yoongi is certain it's something muskier now, but isn't sure what. Makes no difference to him.

There's only one perfume he knows he really likes, and has trained himself to despise it by association.

It's a shame that he hasn't trained himself to stop looking in your direction whenever he thinks of you. Is part of the reason he doesn't like drinking around you. Makes such stupid mistakes. His malevolent mask fails to hide him. The facade slips.

Tongue resting in the corner of his mouth, he doesn't realise he's staring. Eyes dark as they watch you with Jimin, Yoongi wonders if you've always had that tattoo just above your elbow. It's small, and dainty. Hard to make out from where he is, but when your arms are in the air, he's fixated on it. Thinks it must be new.

But then your arms drop to rest on Jimin's shoulders, and he's reminded of what you look like when you're all hot and bothered. Reminded of that night. The one that never was. Haunted by the rivulet of sweat that had trickled down your skin in a sauna that neither of you had any business being inside; just you and him in a silent descent into sin, and the smirk on your lips as his eyes had followed the droplet down your body.

His attention is yanked from you when an ice cube lands in his lap. Glacing across to the direction it came from as he pushes it to the floor, Yoongi scowls at Jungkook. "The fuck was that for?"

"Remember the rules," Jungkook smirks. "Look, but don't touch."

"Wasn't fuckin' looking," Yoongi sneers, completely ignorant of the women vying for his attention. "Was just thinking Jimin needs to to sober up. Man's a state. And unlike you, I wouldn't touch her if humanity depended on it."

"I'm a man of the people," Jungkook teases. "If repopulating the earth was my duty, I'd do it. Can't believe you wouldn't."

"She's got where she is today through sheer nepotism and audacity alone," Yoongi counters. "Doesn't have the kinda genes you'd wanna repopulate the earth with."

"Foul," Taehyung laughs. He's the only one of the boys without women hanging off him. Is stern and authoritative in his rejection of their advances; not yet married but wears a ring around his finger to let them know he's deadly serious. Landed himself in hot water a few months back after photos of him talking to a girl outside a bar - no matter how innocently - circulated online. A bad angle and misrepresentation of events had almost decimated the one thing he cares about more than the band: his relationship. Refuses to ever let it happen again. "Absolutely foul, Yoongi. You know you don't mean that."

"He just needs to get laid," Jungkook chimes in. "Has been celibate for so long he's forgotten how good sex is. Used to be a time he'd fuck anything willing with a pulse-"

It's not untrue. He was reckless in his youth - but aren't we all?

"Yeah, and then I grew up, Kook," Yoongi says with little to no emotion, getting to his feet. Taps his pocket to check for his phone, and then taps the other for his wallet. All there. "Should try it."

When Yoongi looks back up to the crowd, you're gone. He rolls his eyes. Shakes his head. Is almost mentally berating you, as if you've done something wrong - but you haven't, and he damn well knows it.

Perhaps that's the most frustrating part of it all: everything falls back on him. The awkwardness. The cold shoulders. The night that never was. If he would have just made more sensible choices back then, things could be easier now.

It's not that things are hard, as such - just that they aren't how they used to be. Rose-tinted glasses, and all that.

Over by the bar, there's a haze around you: clouded judgement, misted intentions.

The smallest things put a smile on your face, thanks to the alcohol in your veins. Could be the song that's already been played three times coming on yet again. Could be witnessing some random guy get pied by every single girl he approaches. Could be the way your vodka orange takes like juice. Anything and everything feels light. Airy. Breezy.

"What's so funny?" Some guy asks, leaning in a little closer to you - and just like that, your mood is soured. You're not here to make friends, but rather spend time with your pre-existing ones, and judging by the look on his face, he's hoping for a little more than friendship.

"Oh, nothing," you smile politely, crossing your arms over your chest as you angle your body away from his. Hope that he'll get the message.

He does. Just doesn't like it very much.

"No need to be a bitch," he sneers under his breath just loud enough for you to hear.

Normally, you'd leave it. Let him have his little tantrum. Be a big baby.

But you were in such a good mood, and you're annoyed that he's ruined it.

Wanna ruin his, too.

Snapping back to face him, you're about to launch into a tirade, but you come face-to-face with a chest that looks far too good in a simple T-shirt and find yourself faltering, instead.

Yoongi looks down at you, eyes dark, scowl ever-present. Says nothing. Just nods. You think he's asking if you're okay - so you nod back. Won't get into a debate over the fact you were perfectly fine, and have no issue asserting your boundaries with strangers.

Shoulders broad, the guy who had been bothering you is entirely eclipsed by Yoongi.

Glancing across to the bar staff, Yoongi nods. "Hibiki." Glances down at you. Checks the colour of your glass. It's obscured by the bar lights, but he knows it isn't dark enough to be coke, and remembers your order from before things got complicated. Figures some things haven't changed. Looks back towards the server. "Vodka Orange." Passes over his card. Says nothing to you. Just keeps his eyes on yours.

There's a subtle blush dusting his cheeks. The heat, you think. It's unnoticeable for the most part, but sometimes the lights hit him just right, and you're reminded of how warm he can be. How inviting.

He's always been impressive. Taller in sheer presence than he is in stature. Even back in high school, his nature was domineering. Respected. Lips gently parted, you're unable to move. Suddenly, nothing is funny anymore. It's heavy. Thick. Suffocating. You're deaf to the bass of the music that thumps through your body. Ignorant of the people moving around you.

But then Yoongi's being offered his card back, and Jimin bounds on into you like a lost puppy finally finding its owner.

"For me?!" Jimin exclaims as the drinks are slid across the bar, passing the vodka orange to you and picking up Yoongi's whisky for himself.

Shaking yourself from the shackles of Yoongi's stare, you look down. Realign your mind. Glance back over and nod a silent thank you - but then you turn and leave the drink by the bar. Head for the bathrooms. Refuse to look back, so utterly perplexed by what on earth just happened.

In a frank, factual recount of the events, Yoongi just stood beside you and ordered a drink.

In your hysterical, deluded mind, Yoongi just stood beside you and opened the skies; let a flood of water torrent down. Drowned everyone in the process save for you - except you're the one gasping now as you stare yourself out in the bathroom mirror.

Phone still on don't disturb, you pull it from your pocket and check just in case he's thinking of you.

Not Yoongi, no. You push him out of your mind. Think of your Damocles boy. He's the one you wished had joined you at the bar. The one you've been yearning for all night.

And sure enough, he has been thinking of you, too.

D4m0cl3s: there are some weirdos out and about tonight, clem keep yourself safe for me, okay?

It's strange, how guilt needlessly creeps in so silently that you don't even realise it's there until an invisible hand is over your mouth. You're suffocating again, or so it would seem. Drowning, maybe. Perhaps Yoongi wasn't saving you at all; he was dragging you down instead.

You wish you were at home. Wish you weren't so drunk. Wish you could think straight. Wish your balance was a little better - but it's not, and as you try and think of a response that goes beyond 'i miss you' or a 'you should be here', you stumble a little. Lose your footing. Grab onto the sink to stop yourself from falling over entirely, only to send your phone crashing to the floor.

"Fuck," you curse, scrambling down to get it, only to be greeted with a fracture splintering right over the top of your front camera. Pulling up the app, it's very quickly clear that the camera absolutely ruined - but for the most part, your screen is okay. "Fuck."

You think it's a sign: go home.

Even if you're drunk, and you're in the business to make some bad decisions, you know that your Damocles boy is right. There are some weirdos about tonight, and as fucked up as it all seems, 'safe' feels a lot like a message thread with a man you've never met.

Instead of replying to him, you open up your thread with Jimin. Let him know you're going home. Make your way up the stairs and out of the bar without looking back. It's rare for you to cry when you drink, but it kind of feels like you will now, and for no good reason. Just had a little too much, that's all.

The light around fades from the invasive red of the club into the murky blue hues of the streets.

And yet, there's a lovely little red flag waiting by the top of the stairs, unaware of your decision to head home, too.

"You leaving already?" You chirp in surprise upon realising who it is.

The sound of your voice, and the fact it's addressing him, seems to take Yoongi by surprise when he turns to face you.

"I, uh," he pauses. Looks down. Seems to be a little flustered. You wonder what's going inside that head of his, but when his eyes meet yours again, you decide you're better off not knowing. "Can't be home too late. I'm sorta seeing someone. Gotta get back for them."

"Oh," you say quietly.

I'm seeing someone.

"Yeah."

It's not like it matters, it's just that you never expected to hear him say those words. He's married to his music. Always has been. Spends his nights in the studio, not sleeping next to someone else.

Or perhaps he doesn't anymore. Just goes to show how little you know of his life these days.

"That's nice," you chirp, swallowing down your surprise. "Yeah. That's really nice, actually. I'm pleased for you."

In a way, it makes sense. Perhaps his strangeness lately has been less to do with you and more to do with himself and the fact he genuinely doesn't care about the past anymore. Thoughts of the night that never was are genuinely reserved for your brain, and your brain alone. Have no place in his. His warning about Jungkook was due to lessons learned by him.

"And you?" He asks, noticing the slight discomfort in your tone. He wouldn't normally entertain such frivolous conversations with you, but he's only human. Alcohol still gets him a little loose-lipped, too. "What's new in your love life?"

You laugh, now. Good fuckin' question. Genuinely don't know how to describe your Damocles boy, or if you even want to.

"Nothing new."

"No?"

"No," you smile in such a way that Yoongi knows you're not telling the whole truth - but who is he to pry?

"Well," he says, then coughs to clear his throat. Look out to the street ahead of you both. It's full of drunk revellers, and you're certain at least half of them will have The Scouts in their playlists. Yoongi's position in the band means he's never front and centre, so no one notices him like this. If they do, they're being incredibly discreet about it. "I'm sure you'll meet someone soon."

"Maybe," you shrug, knocking your shoulder against his arm. "Be easier if you didn't stand in front of every guy who shows an interest in me."

"It was one guy," he laughs, knowing not to take you too seriously. "And you know he was a creep. Was just standing in for your brother."

"Yeah," you nod, not caring to counter him, or to remind him how fucked up it is to refer to himself like that. Folding your arms over your chest, you're regretting the lack of a coat. Had left it back at pre-drinks, because a little bit of liquor and you suddenly think you're a child of the sun. "You're right. Thanks for that."

"No worries," Yoongi shrugs. Is about to offer you his jacket, when a taxi rolls up. "This yours?"

"Yeah," you nod, recognising the number plate from the taxi you'd ordered via an app when you'd been in the bathroom. "Want a lift?"

He shakes his head. "Gotta head to the studio first."

"Yoongi, you're drunk," you laugh. "What did I tell you about all work?"

"Yeah, yeah, dull boy," he laughs too - but it's not you he's thinking of as he recites it. It's the girl he's heading home for that enters his mind, and how she'd said something similar. Shaking his head, he's confused at how easily thoughts of her intertwine with how easy it can be to joke with you. Puts it down to the alcohol. His head's a mess. "Inspiration doesn't wait. Let Jimin or someone know when you're home."

"Get in the cab," you insist at his need to be difficult. "I'll route it past the studio. Inspiration doesn't wait," you imitate a little childishly, which does get him smiling. "Better to get to it quickly, no?"

He looks around. Looks a little uncomfortable. You don't take it personally. He looks like this a lot of the time around you. Even before it all got weird.

Eventually, he sighs. Relents.

"Route it to yours," he says. "I'll carry on to the studio."

"Studio is closer," you tell him, knocking your head to the side, pulling open the door. "C'mon. The driver will leave if you don't hurry up."

"And Jin'll kill me if you get stolen," he reminds you, as if that would be likely to happen. Even if the taxi driver was a creep, there are cameras everywhere in places like this. You're as safe as can be. "You first. Non-negotiable."

"You're a tough bargainer," you hum with narrowed eyes. He is at least here, and not walking in the cold. Would have to cross the river to get to the studio, and the thought of any of them drunkenly walking along it alone scares you. "Fine. But you better not get stolen, either. Twitter would have a meltdown- no, Twitter would kill me if you get stolen."

"Shut up," he laughs. Knows The Scouts have a fanbase that could scare even political leaders into submission, if they really wanted to. "They don't even know who you are."

But Yoongi is forgetting who your brother is. Forgetting that there's a good reason why Jungkook has 'look but don't touch' etched into his brain. Forgetting that there are Twitter accounts dedicated to posting updates from your socials, just for a glimpse of The Scouts.

And as you let silence simmer into the taxi, not caring to keep up a conversation, you're none the wiser that those exact fan accounts are currently screaming into the void.

The Yoongi-dedicated update accounts, too.

In fact, the entire app is on fire - and it's not gonna be an easy one to put out.

03:31AM

D4m0cl3s: you still out, clem?

Cl3m3ntin3: why? miss me?

D4m0cl3s: never

Cl3m3ntin3: hmmm well in that case, yes i am x

D4m0cl3s: i think you're lying you answered far too quickly

Cl3m3ntin3: i think you should just admit that you miss me and u just caught me at a good time :/

D4m0cl3s: but i don't? and ur nose must be soooooo big pinocchio

Cl3m3ntin3: yeah you do you've missed me sooooo much tonight, havent you? bet you've been all mopey just thinking about me aaaaaaall night me & my proportionally sized nose x

D4m0cl3s: dunno what you mean

Cl3m3ntin3: well, are you home?

D4m0cl3s: almost

Cl3m3ntin3: not even home yet and already texting me... but you don't miss me? you're lucky you've got such a nice cock i wouldn't let your lies slide so easily if you didn't

D4m0cl3s: so you're only with me for my cock?

Cl3m3ntin3: i'm not with you

D4m0cl3s: ouch noted

Cl3m3ntin3: you're the one who refuses to have me, remember?

D4m0cl3s: you know it's not like that, clem

Cl3m3ntin3: i know, babe i'm just fucking with you figuratively (sadly) i'm with friends though - i'll let you know when i'm alone, alright?

D4m0cl3s: don't worry about me enjoy your night trouble message me in the morning, yeah?

Cl3m3ntin3: if this is a ploy to make me message you first, it wont work

D4m0cl3s: finei 'll message you

Cl3m3ntin3: keen

D4m0cl3s: you love it

Cl3m3ntin3: suuuure i do

D4m0cl3s: stay safe, babe drink water before bed

Cl3m3ntin3: you wanna drink some clementine juice before bed?

D4m0cl3s: i dont think they make clementine juice and no you know the rules sleep off the alcohol first then send me pictures of that gorgeous cunt in the morning, yeah?

Cl3m3ntin3: and what will i get in return?

D4m0cl3s: the video i've just taken of myself stroking my big hard cock just for you

Cl3m3ntin3: fuck send it now? pls x

D4m0cl3s: keen and no x

Cl3m3ntin3: c'monnnn :(

D4m0cl3s: in the morning, baby just know that i'm a little drunk but so fuckin' hard

Cl3m3ntin3: no whiskey dick? i'm impressed

D4m0cl3s: i'm thinking about you nothing will ever stop me from getting hard when im thinking about you

Cl3m3ntin3: watcha thinkin about? gimmie specifics x i wanna touch myself

D4m0cl3s: that pretty cunt of yours how fuckin' wet you get god i wanna fuck you nice and slow NO FUCK STOP TEMPTING ME YOU SIREN

Cl3m3ntin3: 🙁

D4m0cl3s: in the morning

Cl3m3ntin3: you promise?

D4m0cl3s: i promise, baby go spend time with your friends message me if you need anything

Cl3m3ntin3: your dick?

D4m0cl3s: anything other than that you'll get it in the morning, clemmie promise x

D4m0cl3s is offline

GENIUS LAB Big Hit Ent, Yongsan-gu

"All good?" Yoongi hums as the door to his studio clicks shut. 

He'd left the door on the latch so you could get back in when you went to the bathroom. Could have just given you the code, but he didn't want you to think he'd be making a habit of this. It's a limited-time offer. Not one that can be redeemed whenever you like. It's now, and now only.

"Yeah, yeah," you nod, pulling on the back of the spare desk chair Yoongi had rolled up beside his. You don't look at him, just at the screens as you tell a little white lie. "Just let Jimin know I was okay."

Yoongi grunts some sort of agreement, but doesn't vocalise a response as such.

It's not like a complete subversion of the truth. A text has been sent to your group chat. The one with just Jungkook and Jimin. No one else needs to know your business, as far as you're concerned.

It's just that a few more texts have been sent to your Damocles boy—but that's none of Yoongi's business. You're sure he wouldn't care to know.

You're also sure he's regretting the request for help bestowed upon you on the ride back. He'd mentioned the song he was going to work on, and you'd offered to lend an ear again. 

It's not an unheard-of thing. There are a couple of tracks on the last album that have been tweaked as a result of your ear, including their biggest single. You're not listed in the credits, but you never asked to be. Was just helping out a friend—even if said friend then decided to become an asshole when they started making a name for themselves.

You're tipsy, and so is Yoongi. It's easier to forget how fraught things have become when you're like this. You wouldn't be here right now if you hadn't had a few too many drinks. 

You also probably wouldn't be trending all over twitter, but you're still blissfully unaware of this.

"Same track as before, right?" You ask, kicking your shoes off to get a little more comfortable on the chair.

Again, words fail Yoongi. You're forced to decipher his small noises, 'cause it's all he tends to offer you. It's not like it's a uniquely you issue—the boys have learned to speak in Yoongi-code, too. 

"Okay, play it from the start," you tell him. "Show me what we're working with."

There's a cautious nature to the way Yoongi works. So preoccupied with creating perfection, he hates letting people hear his work before it's reached his self-imposed arbitrary standards. There's only a very small circle who gets the privilege of seeing how his brain works.

Despite his ever-present disdain for you, it seems like you're one of the lucky few. He'll never acknowledge this. Never admit that he favours your opinions, because he genuinely doesn't think he does.

You're frank with him. Will tell him how it is. Don't sugarcoat it. Aren't seeking his approval, so don't care to lick his ass just to keep him happy—not that he ever wants you to lick his ass. Could think of nothing worse. Not because he isn't into it, but because the thought of being with you repulses him in a way he can't quite describe. Even thinking about it makes him shudder.

But maybe that's the issue. Maybe the shudder is indicative of something else entirely.

"Yoongi?" You ask, drawing him from his thoughts. The song has finished, but he doesn't even really recall listening to it at all.

"Hm?" He hums. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"The lyrics," you say. "What's the song about? 'Cause at the moment, musically, it sounds like a heartbreak song and love song all at the same time, and I think that's what's confusing about it. It can't decide what it wants to be."

Yoongi frowns.

"It's not really either," he supposes.

In the dim lighting of his studio, Yoongi is at his very best. Focused, he's shrewd in his astute calculations. Can put together different sounds and construct melodies you wouldn't even be able to dream of. For all of his issues, there is one undeniable truth: the man is a musical genius.

It's why this is all so perplexing to him. He hates not knowing how to make things right. This is his job. It's what he excels at—and yet he's failing.

"Well, what's it about?" You softly ask, turning to look at him. "Do you have the lyrics?"

Guard clearly up, the way Yoongi looks at you is puzzling. Whatever he's written isn't something that he wants to share.

"What?" you laugh, trying to not make a big deal of things. You know how quickly he closes up, and can already sense it happening. "You told me you're seeing someone, remember? God forbid you accidentally expose the fact you're a human being with real feelings."

You half think he might smile.

He doesn't.

Instead, he reaches across his desk for a small black notebook. A little weathered, it's clearly seen a lot of thoughts in the past. The leather of the cover is tarnished, and there's a faded sticker from some instrument brand wrapping around the spine.

"Just don't ask any fuckin' questions," he grumbles.

Rolling your eyes, you gladly accept the book. Tuck your thumb between the pages where a natural divide occurs. It's testament to how long Yoongi has spent agonising over the same words.

His handwriting never changes much. Always messy. Always hard to decipher.

Or at least, it's hard for other people. You've never found it to be too taxing.

What's curious this time are the little doodles on the page. Blossoms and small fruits.

"Cherries?" You ask, chirping with a little curiosity. It's hard to work out exactly what they are, but cherries seem like the most likely thing.

Yoongi just grunts.

Getting anything from him is like getting blood from a stone.

"How the fuck do you have a functioning relationship?" You mutter, casting your eyes back down to his words. The way he refuses to converse with you is infuriating.

"I said no questions," he curtly reminds you.

The way you roll your eyes this time is far less kind. Tossing the book back down on the desk, you reach for your shoes and get to your feet without a word.

"Where are you going?"

"Home," you tell him, as your hand reaches for the door handle. "You asked me for help, Yoongi—but I can't do jack shit if you won't let me."

"Yeah, well, I didn't ask for critique on my relationship, did I?" He snaps back. Feels his skin get all hot. Clammy. Relationship. That's not how he'd define what he's got going on. He doesn't know why he did call it that. Doesn't know why he didn't just ignore you, when you're clearly trying to wind him up.

"You're impossible," you tell him, patience thin. The alcohol made it easier to be friendly with him, but it also makes it easier to fight, too.

"And you're unbearable!"

"Me?!" You say with such offense it almost surprises Yoongi. Turning around to fully face him, you let go of the the door handle. Let it whisper shut, the lock softly clicking into place. You're willingly trapped in the confines of his studio. Could just leave. Instead, you choose to fight. "Oh, you have some fucking nerve—"

"I thought you were going?" He cuts you off, responding to your change in position by getting to his feet too. He's not one for confrontation, but there's something about you that just gets under his skin. Makes him wanna fight right back. "So why don't you just fuckin' go?"

"I am," you assure him. You should have known that this would end in disaster. "But maybe if you channelled some of this pent-up frustration into your music, maybe you'd actually get somewhere."

"I don't need you telling me how to do my job," he sneers. "If you hadn't noticed, I'm doing perfectly fine without your unsolicited advice."

Unbelievable. Was he not the one who asked for your help? Repeatedly?

"Holy shit," you scornfully laugh. "Listen to yourself, you deluded prick! You asked—"

"Yeah, well if you didn't insist on sticking your big fuckin' Pinnochio nose into everything—"

"My big nose?! Oh, you are such an asshole."

"You're no fuckin' daisy, either," he snaps. Doesn't even really know why he's being so rude. Just knows he doesn't want to back down. Doesn't wanna let you win. "Just do us all a favour and quit before the tour. No one wants you there."

It's never been a secret that Yoongi harbours contempt for the way in which you got your jobs, but you know damn well that you've proven your worth. If it was anyone else saying these words, you'd probably be offended.

Instead, you just shake your head. Laugh. Walk a little closer just to piss him off. Encroach upon his personal space.

"Tell me, Yoongi," you say quietly, picking off a little dust from his shirt just to see how he reacts. To your surprise, he lets you. Just looks down at you. Watches to see what you'll do next. Eyes flicking up to his, the air between you is frightfully thin. "If I quit, how would you explain it to Jin? Hmm? Would you tell him the way you speak to me?"

"I've got nothing to hide," Yoongi replies just as quietly. There's an intimacy to be found somewhere hidden between your mutual disdain and heated anger. The kind of coldness that can only come from someone you once knew to be warm. "He knows you're a piece of work."

This does make you laugh. "Nothing to hide, huh?"

"Nothing," he says. His jaw is tense, and his eyes are even more so. "Nothing happened that night."

"Yoongi, I didn't even mention that night," you remind him with a smirk, pleased at your ability to get under his skin. 

That night has lingered with you both: the scent of damp cedar wood and the sensation of sweltering heat against your clammy skin. It's not the kind of thing you forget, even if you never speak of it. Not with Jimin, not with Jungkook, and especially not with Yoongi.

"Just get out of my studio," he growls, eyes centred on yours. He's unwavering in the way that he stares you out; unashamed and uncompromising.

"Gladly," you say as you pull away from him.

You're not gonna beg him to be cordial with you. This atmosphere is a product of his own creation, and as miserable as it is, he's gonna have to be the one to fix it. Both as stubborn as one another, you know damn well it's gonna stay like for a while.

The door slams shut. No amount of soundproofing can obscure the way Yoongi curses into the void left by you.

But right on time, as you reach the door that leads out onto the street, your phone vibrates in your pocket. It's a little longer than the vibration of your other apps, so you know exactly what it is. Who it is. Solace is found in the form of notifications from him. Satisfaction, too.

D4m0cl3s: fuck it i need you, now, clem

D4m0cl3s added new media to the chat!

end of part two

[afewproblems]

Give me Steve, Eddie, and Robin at a bar on a Friday night.

They've had a few drinks, and a shot or two when a song comes on, and Steve immediately jumps to his feet with an, "Oh shit!!"

It's Madonna's Get Into the Groove and for a moment Robin and Eddie think Steve is in pain, that he hates the song as is going to ask the DJ to change it.

Except Steve waltzes onto the dance floor, right into the center.

There aren't too many others dancing, it's early still, barely nine in the evening but the spot lights are on and the DJ flicks on the multicolor strobe as Steve parks himself on the dance floor.

Robin laughs and wishes she had brought the disposable camera instead of leaving it in her junk drawer at home.

Eddie meanwhile rolls his eyes, and pretends not to notice the tightness of Steve's jeans or how the light catches the flecks of gold in his hair and eyes.

He's been attempting to hide his pathetic little crush for awhile now, complaining to Robin every chance he gets when Steve does something particularly charming or handsome.

She tells him, as sagely as she can muster, to grow a pair and do something about it already.

But how can he, Steve was, well, Steve...lovely caring, hot as hell, Steve.

What chance did Eddie have?

So he sits there, miserable, nursing his beer, letting his eyes trail after Steve while Robin giggles beside him.

They've never seen him dance, it's bar, they're drunk, the worst that could happen is he makes an ass out of himself and they all go home with a great new story to tell the party later.

God Robin really wishes she brought her camera with her.

But then Steve is moving and he's fluid, never missing a beat. It's some kind of choreography, intentional and practiced movements that wouldn't be out of place in a music video. Eddie and Robin look at each other because, what the fuck, where did this come from??

And people are cheering and whooping, strangers scattered here and there sitting off of the dance floor. There's a sense of comradery, like they're all witness to something and being allowed to share and indulge in this little impromptu performance, but all too soon the song is over and Steve heads back to his seat with a small round of applause and a blinding smile pulling at his flushed cheeks.

"Steve, what the fuck was that??" Robin blurts out before Steve can even sit. Eddie nods, a little dazed, beside her and tears at the paper label on his beer bottle, maybe if he can keep his hands occupied he can keep them to himself.

"What was what?" Steve breathes out as he hops onto the stool beside them, Robin in the middle.

Robin's mouth falls open as her face scrunches into something exasperated but fond, "What was--that! The dancing!"

"Oh, that," Steve huffs with a lazy smile, he leans his elbow on the sticky wood bar and waves at the bartender to signal for another gin and tonic, "I used to help Carol with her choreography for cheer".

Eddie pinches his thigh below the bartop and chews the inside of his cheek as the image of Steve in the Hawkins High cheer uniform begins to solidify in his minds eye, fuck.

Robin elbows Eddie without looking, somehow reading his mind, and throws her hands out, beckoning Steve to continue because that isn't nearly enough information.

"Yeah, she'd come up with routines and you know, they are meant to be done with more than one person, and I mean she and I were friends before Tommy so," he shrugs and smiles at the bartender as they pass him the drink, "I dunno, it was fun, and I remember that one the most".

"Plus," he says with a smirk, "Carol always said the best thing about dance is that you can tell who appreciates the performance and who appreciates the person doing it," he winks as Robin scoffs and calls him gross, but Steve isn't looking at Robin.

Eddie swallows as molten heat creeps up his neck and over his ears, the urge to hide his face, run for the door, melt into the floor, is immense.

But Steve doesn't move his gaze, he smiles softly at Eddie and winks again over Robin's head which she promptly drops into her hands.

"I'm surrounded by horny idiots," she grumbles but the words are muffled in the din of the bar and her own hands as Steve tips his head back to the dance floor and holds out his hand for Eddie to take.

[cre8inghavoc]

Can't help it...

Part 6

inumaki x f!reader

pairing: inumaki x f!reader

genre/warnings: [18+] Characters are aged up. Story contains cursing, new friends, alcohol, college!au, no curse!au, dark humour, SMAU and written parts, fluff, smut.

a/n: ahhh i forgot this was a smau as well... whoops... so here's some smau for u guys hehe

SMAU

WRITTEN PORTION:

As you and Inumaki pulled up to campus and got off his bike, you could feel the weight of people’s gazes on you immediately. Students were blatantly staring, some pretending to scroll on their phones, while others whispered to each other as you passed by. The attention was unnerving, and you found yourself gripping the straps of your backpack a little tighter.

“Why are people staring at us?” you asked under your breath, your voice tinged with confusion as you glanced around.

Inumaki didn’t respond right away. He calmly continued walking and without a word, he pulled out his phone, the faint glow of the screen illuminating his face beneath his helmet.

You watched him for a moment, curious, before his expression shifted—something between amusement and annoyance flickered in his eyes. He tilted his phone in your direction, showing you what he’d just found.

It was a tweet from the university’s notorious campus account:

@CursedUser was seen pulling up to campus with a mystery girl. Who is she?....

Your stomach dropped when you saw the attached photo—clear as day, it was you and Inumaki, as soon as you got off the bike, which was not even 2 minutes ago. “Oh my god, did someone seriously take a picture of us and post it?!” you exclaimed, your voice rising in disbelief.

Inumaki shrugged nonchalantly, his body language showing he wasn’t too bothered by it. “Looks like it,” he said casually, his voice muffled slightly through his helmet.

You grabbed your own phone, your fingers moving faster than your thoughts as you clicked on the tweet. Curiosity got the better of you, and you tapped on the account that had been tagged in the tweet: @CursedUser.

What you saw next made your jaw drop. The follower count next to his handle was in the millions. Videos of Inumaki riding his bike, doing stunts, and even casually talking to his followers filled the page. You scrolled in disbelief, each post racking up thousands of likes and comments.

Your eyes widened as the realization hit you, you stopped in your tracks and you looked back at him in shock. “Wait… you're famous?! A famous biker?!”

Inumaki chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction. “I guess you could say that,” he replied, his tone casual as ever.

You stared at him, still processing everything. “How did I not know this? You have, like, millions of followers!”

He gave a small shrug. “I don’t really bring it up. It’s just a hobby that got popular.”

You blinked, your thoughts racing. “A hobby?! People take pictures of you, and you have a huge following on TikTok and Instagram… that’s not just a hobby, Inumaki, that’s a thing!”

He gave you a relaxed smile. “It’s no big deal.”

You, on the other hand, were far from calm. “No big deal? People are staring at us, taking pictures of us! People think we’re dating—and some girls are literally mad that you’re with me! Oh my god, we’re not even—” You cut yourself off, the words stumbling out faster than you could think.

Inumaki's expression softened as he watched you freak out. His smile faded, but there was a gentle amusement in his eyes. “Relax,” he said calmly. “They love making things up. It’s just rumors.”

You huffed, still not fully believing it. “Yeah, but people are mad, Toge! I didn’t sign up for this kind of attention. I didn’t even know you were, like, famous on social media!”

Inumaki smiled sheepishly. “It’s not a big deal, seriously. I don’t really mention it because, well, I don’t care about all that.” He shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“But people think we’re together! That’s…” you trailed off, glancing around as you noticed more eyes on the two of you, whispering. “This is so weird...”

He stepped closer, his expression softening as he met your eyes. “Look, if it’s bothering you, I can clear it up. I’ll tell people we’re just friends, and they’ll stop talking.”

You hesitated, feeling an odd pang at the thought of him saying you were just friends. But that’s all you were, right? Just friends.

“Yeah… maybe,” you replied quietly, your heart betraying the calm tone you were trying to keep. “I just… need a second to process this.”

Inumaki nodded, his gaze steady and reassuring. “Take your time. But nothing’s changed between us, okay? We’re still just us.”

You nodded slowly, trying to take in everything he said, but your thoughts were still racing. The idea of being the center of attention because of Toge’s popularity was overwhelming. The whispers around you felt louder now, and you couldn’t shake the weight of people watching your every move.

“But it’s not just us,” you muttered, glancing around at the students who were still sneaking glances. “It feels like the entire campus is waiting for us to do something… or for you to confirm something.”

Inumaki followed your gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed the attention. “Let them talk. They’re not worth stressing over,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

You sighed, biting your lip as you tried to shake off the anxiety building up inside you. “It’s easy for you to say that. You’re used to it. But this is… new for me.”

He took a step closer, and suddenly you felt the warmth of his presence a little more than usual. His hand hovered near your arm, as if he was about to reach out but hesitated. “I get it,” he said softly. “It’s a lot. I know. But I meant what I said earlier—I don’t care what they think. I just care about spending time with you.”

Your heart did a strange flip at his words, and for a second, you couldn’t look at him. The weight of his gaze was too much, and it made your pulse race. “I… I know,” you murmured, trying to sound casual, but the flutter in your chest made it hard to keep your voice steady.

There was a brief, tense silence between the two of you. The noise of the campus around you faded into the background as your focus narrowed on the way his eyes softened when he looked at you. You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination, but something in the air between you shifted—like there was more to his words than he was letting on.

Finally, you broke the silence, your voice quieter than before. “Do you think… maybe we should let them think what they want? Like, not deny it?”

Inumaki raised an eyebrow, surprised by your question. “What do you mean?”

You hesitated, feeling your cheeks warm slightly. Thank god you still had your helmet on. “I mean, if people are going to make assumptions, maybe it’s easier to just… let them. We don’t have to explain ourselves.”

His gaze locked on yours, and for a moment, you could see a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. “So, you’re saying we just go along with it?”

You shrugged, trying to play it off. “I don’t know… maybe? It’s better than denying it and making it a bigger deal, right?”

Inumaki’s lips quirked up into a small smile, but there was a serious edge to his expression. “If that’s what you want, I’m fine with it.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You didn’t know why, but the idea of people assuming you were together… didn’t seem as bad as you thought it would. Maybe part of you wasn’t as against the idea as you had convinced yourself to be.

“Yeah, let’s just… leave it. Let them think what they want,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Inumaki’s smile widened just a bit, his eyes glinting with that familiar warmth. “Alright. We’ll do that then.”

You stood there for a moment longer, feeling the weight of an unspoken understanding settle between the two of you. Whatever this was, you weren’t ready to define it—but maybe, just maybe, you were okay with letting things unfold in their own time.

“Come on. We don’t want to be late for class,” he said, his tone casual again, though the warmth in his eyes lingered.

You nodded, falling into step beside him as the two of you made your way through the campus. The whispers and glances were still there, but with Inumaki next to you, they seemed to fade into the background. You tried to shake off the nervous energy from earlier and focus on the fact that, for now, things were back to normal—or as normal as they could be.

When you entered the classroom, you noticed a few heads turn your way, but no one said anything outright. You glanced at Inumaki, and he gave you a small nod as if to say, “Ignore it.” You took a deep breath and followed him to your usual spot.

As you sat down next to him, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of comfort. Even though you were still hyper-aware of the attention on you, sitting beside him felt natural, like you didn’t have to explain yourself to anyone. 

He didn’t seem to care about the attention, and his calm presence grounded you in a way you hadn’t expected.

Before you knew it, the class ended, and the day moved on.

By the time lunch rolled around, you and Inumaki had parted ways to meet up with your separate friend groups. You spotted Nobara waving you over to a table in the courtyard where Megumi and Yuji were already sitting, deep in conversation.

“Y/N! Over here!” Nobara called, waving enthusiastically as you made your way over.

You smiled, grateful to see your friends and eager to distract yourself from the whirlwind of emotions you’d been dealing with all morning. As you sat down, Nobara gave you a curious look. “So, what’s this I hear about you arriving with a certain mystery biker this morning?”

Megumi raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, while Yuji’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Yeah, we saw it on twitter and heard some people talking about it. You and Inumaki?” he asked, his tone teasing.

You felt your cheeks flush. “Shhh!” You quickly shut his mouth with your hand, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “Don’t say his name out loud,” you whispered, panicking slightly.

Yuji blinked, surprised by your reaction but still grinning behind your hand. “Okay, okay!” he mumbled.

You pulled your hand away, feeling the heat rise to your face as you tried to play it off. “It’s nothing. We just… came to school together.”

Nobara narrowed her eyes playfully. “Uh-huh. And that’s why everyone’s talking about how you’re the ‘mystery girl’ Inumaki showed up with? Seems like more than just a ride to school to me.”

You sighed, feeling the familiar nervousness creeping up again. “People are making it into a bigger deal than it is.”

Yuji, still amused, chuckled softly. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think it’s kind of cool. The mysterious biker has a mystery girl now.”

You groaned, putting your head in your hands. “Not you too, Yuji…”

Nobara smirked, leaning in closer. “Come on, Y/N, spill. What’s really going on between you and Inumaki? There’s no way it’s just a coincidence you two showed up together like that.”

You groaned again, feeling cornered. “There’s nothing going on, seriously! He just gave me a ride. That’s it.”

Megumi, who had been quietly observing the conversation, finally spoke up. “You do realize people love a good mystery, right? And Inumaki’s whole ‘nobody knows who he really is’ thing makes it worse. People are gonna speculate.”

“Exactly!” Nobara chimed in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “He’s already the mysterious, hot biker, and now you’re suddenly the girl he’s been spotted with. Of course, everyone’s going to jump to conclusions.”

You sighed, feeling the pressure mount. “Yeah, well, that’s their problem, not mine. I didn’t ask for this attention.”

Yuji gave you a sympathetic look, though his grin never faded. “If it’s bothering you that much, maybe just talk to him about it.”

You paused, unsure how to respond. Sure, you and Inumaki had briefly discussed letting the rumors slide, but you couldn’t help but wonder if that was the right call. Was it better to clear things up and risk making it worse, or just let everyone believe whatever they wanted?

Nobara’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “So, what’s he like? I mean, you’ve spent more time with him than any of us. Is he as mysterious as people say?”

You hesitated for a moment, thinking back to the quiet moments you’d shared with Inumaki. Despite his popularity and the aura of mystery surrounding him, he had always been kind, laid-back, and… comforting. You realized you hadn’t even seen him as the “mysterious biker” that everyone else seemed obsessed with. To you, he was just… Toge.

“He’s… nice,” you said, feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks again. “He doesn’t care about all the attention. It’s not really his thing. He just likes to ride.”

Nobara raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your answer. “Huh. So he’s not all about the hype?”

“Nope,” you replied, shaking your head. “He’s super chill about everything.”

Yuji leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a thoughtful expression. “That makes sense. I mean, he always gives off that ‘doesn’t care about anything’ vibe. Guess that’s part of what makes him so cool.”

Nobara suddenly leaned in, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “So, does he ever take the mask off when you’re alone?”

Your eyes widened at the question, and you felt your face go bright red. “N-Nobara! That’s not—he—” you stammered, flustered.

Nobara laughed, enjoying your reaction. “Just messing with you! But seriously, if you do get a peek, you better tell us.”

You buried your face in your hands again, groaning. “You guys are impossible…”

Here’s the revised version with Inumaki entering the scene and teasing Y/N:

You buried your face in your hands again, groaning. “You guys are impossible…”

Before anyone could say more, you felt a familiar presence behind you, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Slowly, you peeked through your fingers and froze.

Inumaki stood behind you, his helmet still on, casually holding another helmet in his hand. He tilted his head slightly as if he had heard enough of the conversation to get the gist of it.

“Talking about me, Y/N?” he teased, his voice muffled slightly through the helmet.

Your entire body stiffened as your face turned an even deeper shade of red. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and face him, so instead, you stared straight into Nobara’s eyes, silently pleading for her to not make things worse.

Nobara, of course, couldn’t resist. She smirked at Yuji, who was desperately trying to hold in his laughter, covering his mouth with his hand to keep from bursting out.

Megumi, ever the calm one, simply gave Inumaki a nod in greeting, acknowledging his presence without any fuss.

Inumaki shifted slightly, leaning down a bit as he continued to tease. “Didn’t know I was such a hot topic today,” he said lightly, his voice filled with amusement.

You finally turned around, your cheeks still burning. “We were just… talking,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nobara, ever the instigator, grinned. “Oh, we were definitely talking about you, Inumaki. Y/N here was just telling us how ‘nice’ you are.”

You shot Nobara a glare, silently begging her to stop, but she just smirked in response. Inumaki, however, chuckled lightly under his helmet.

“Mind if I steal Y/N for a bit?” he asked, his tone still casual, but there was a hint of something more beneath it.

Nobara raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Steal her away, huh? I mean, go ahead, but don’t keep her too long,” she teased, making you feel even more flustered.

Megumi just shrugged, while Yuji’s eyes lit up with amusement. “Yeah, sure, take her,” he said, barely able to suppress his laughter.

numaki glanced down at you and nodded toward the spare helmet in his hand. “Come on,” he said softly.

You hesitated for a moment, but eventually pushed your chair back and stood, feeling the weight of your friends' eyes on you. Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi watched intently, curiosity and amusement clear on their faces.

Inumaki held the helmet up, then gently placed it on your head. You felt a flutter in your stomach as his fingers brushed your hair back, making sure the helmet fit snugly. He adjusted it with care, his movements calm and steady.

Your cheeks burned as you stood there, trying to keep your cool while your friends watched everything unfold. Nobara’s grin was practically ear-to-ear, and Yuji looked like he was holding back another laugh. Even Megumi glanced between you and Inumaki with a knowing look.

Once the helmet was on, Inumaki’s fingers found the straps under your chin, and he leaned in slightly, securing the buckle with ease. His face was close enough that you could see the focus in his eyes, and the warmth of his touch made your heart race even faster.

“There,” he said, stepping back slightly. “All set.”

You swallowed hard, feeling completely flustered under the weight of his gaze and the situation.

Nobara broke the silence first, her grin widening. “Well, look at that. Personal service.”

Yuji finally let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “VIP treatment for Y/N, huh?”

You could only glance down at the ground, too embarrassed to say anything as Inumaki’s calm, steady presence lingered next to you.

“Ready to go?” he asked, his voice soft but teasing.

You nodded, too flustered to say much more. Inumaki gently placed a hand on your back, guiding you away from the table toward his bike, leaving your friends behind, who were now sharing amused glances and whispers.

You followed him toward his bike, trying your best to calm the flurry of emotions that were racing through you.

When you reached his bike, Inumaki glanced back at you. “Hop on,” he said, giving you a small nod as he mounted the bike himself.

You hesitated for a second, but then climbed onto the back, settling in behind him. The helmet was secure, but your heart was still racing—not from nerves this time, but from the fact that you were holding onto him again, your arms instinctively wrapping around his waist.

Inumaki turned his head slightly, glancing at you over his shoulder. “You good?”

You nodded, though you weren’t sure if it was the ride that had your stomach in knots or the closeness you now felt. “Yeah, I’m good,” you managed to say, your voice a little muffled by the helmet.

“Where are you taking me?”

Inumaki tilted his head slightly again, the hint of a playful smile in his eyes. “Just wait and see,” he replied, his voice soft yet teasing.

He turned his attention back to the bike. He started the engine with a smooth, practiced motion, the sound rumbling beneath you. With a quick flick of his hand, he shut his visor down, and without another word, he took off, the bike surging forward as you held on tight.

After a few more minutes, Inumaki slowed the bike, eventually pulling into a quiet park on the edge of town. He guided the bike to a stop near a small clearing, surrounded by tall trees and a few scattered benches. The sound of the engine faded, leaving only the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Inumaki sat still for a moment, then flipped up his visor and glanced back at you. “What do you think?” he asked, his voice calm but with a hint of curiosity.

You pulled off your helmet, taking a deep breath of the fresh air as you looked around. It was peaceful here, a welcome change from the noise and attention of earlier. “It’s perfect,” you said, smiling softly as you met his eyes.

He nodded, seeming satisfied with your response, both getting off the bike and taking off your helmets.

“Enjoy the ride?” he asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.

You smirked and nodded. “Not bad. Could’ve used a little more speed, though.”

He chuckled, his voice low. “I didn’t think you could handle more than that.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You don’t think I can handle it? Please.”

Inumaki tilted his head, clearly enjoying this back-and-forth. “Oh yeah? Think you can keep up with me?”

“Easily,” you shot back, crossing your arms, feeling a boldness creep into your voice. “In fact, maybe next time I’ll drive.”

He laughed, a smooth sound that made your stomach flutter a bit. “I’d love to see that,” he said, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer before he pushed off the bike and stood in front of you, his presence close and warm.

You felt your heart skip slightly at the proximity, but you refused to back down. “I’ll show you one of these days,” you said with a smirk, holding his gaze. “Then we’ll see who’s really got the skills.”

Inumaki stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. “I like the confidence,” he said, his eyes flicking over your face for a moment before he added, “but I’m not so sure you can back it up.”

You swallowed, feeling the heat rise to your face but not willing to let him win that easily. “Is that a challenge, Inumaki?”

“Depends. You up for it?”

“Always.”

He chuckled again, his eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned back just slightly. “Guess we’ll see.”

There was a moment of charged silence between you, the playful energy lingering in the air as you stood there. You were caught somewhere between wanting to push the teasing further and trying to figure out how to keep your cool around him.

Finally, you broke the silence with a playful nudge to his shoulder. “What’s with the sudden interest in stealing me away, anyway? You got bored with your fan club?”

Inumaki raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “What can I say? Maybe I just wanted to spend time with you.”

His words, though casual, made your heart flutter. You tried to brush it off, keeping the teasing going. “Could’ve just asked, you know.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind me stealing you for a bit.”

“Maybe I do.”

Inumaki’s smirk widened as he leaned in just a little closer, the teasing glint in his eyes more obvious now. “Maybe you do? Sounds like you’re not sure.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, refusing to let him win so easily. “Oh, I’m sure,” you shot back, feeling your pulse race under the intensity of his gaze. “But I think you’re the one who’s a little too confident.”

Inumaki raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this. “Confident? Nah." He leaned back slightly, his smirk never fading. “You’re not as tough as you act.”

“You think I’m not tough? You must not know me at all.”

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Oh, I know you,” he said, his voice dropping a bit. “That’s why I know you’re bluffing.”

“Bluffing, huh? You’re really underestimating me, Inumaki.”

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just all talk.”

You felt a surge of competitiveness rise in you, and you stepped a little closer, matching his energy. “Careful, Toge,” you said, your voice low but teasing. “You might not like what happens if you keep testing me.”

His smile widened, clearly liking where this was going. “I don’t know,” he said, his voice equally soft and teasing. “I think I’d enjoy it.”

The playful tension between you two hung in the air, and for a moment, it felt like a game—both of you pushing and pulling, seeing who would crack first. You weren’t about to let him win that easily, though.

You crossed your arms, feeling the spark of competitive energy between you two. “You sound awfully sure of yourself,” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “I’m starting to think you enjoy pushing my buttons.”

Inumaki chuckled softly, stepping just a little closer again. “Maybe I do. You make it fun.”

You scoffed, trying to hide how flustered you were. “Fun? You haven’t seen anything yet.”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh? So what exactly am I in for?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I think I already do.”

His words sent a wave of heat through you, and you had to fight to keep your composure. You were determined to stay in control of the situation, no matter how much he was testing you.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” you shot back, tilting your head in mock defiance. “I’m full of surprises.”

Inumaki grinned, clearly enjoying the banter. “Is that so? Guess I’ll have to stick around and find out.”

You tried to keep your cool, but the way his eyes were fixed on you, the playful tension hanging between you, made it hard to focus on anything else. “Well,” you said with a smirk, “good luck with that.”

His smirk deepened, as if he had already won this round. “I don’t need luck,” he replied smoothly. “I’ve got you figured out.”

“Oh really? You think you’ve got me all figured out?”

Inumaki didn’t back down, stepping even closer, the space between you practically nonexistent now. His eyes flickered with something more as he replied, “Yeah. I do.”

His smirk softened as he leaned in even closer, his eyes focused on yours. For a split second, your breath caught in your throat as he closed the space between you, and your heart pounded in your chest.

His face was so close now, you could feel the warmth radiating from him. It was almost as if he was going to—

But just before his lips could brush yours, Inumaki stopped, that teasing smirk returning to his face as he lingered there, leaving you hanging. His eyes glinted with amusement as he stayed close, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

“Got you,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing, pulling back slightly but not enough to give you any real distance.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your face burning with heat. You narrowed your eyes, trying to recover quickly. “Really? You’re going to play like that?”

Inumaki chuckled softly, stepping back just a little more, his smirk widening. “What can I say? I like to keep things interesting.”

“You think you’re so smooth, don’t you?”

He tilted his head slightly, shrugging in that casual, confident way. “I don’t think,” he teased. “I know.”

“Yeah, well… you’re not as clever as you think.”

“Oh? And here I thought you liked a little challenge.”

“I do,” you shot back, your voice steady as you met his gaze head-on. “But I’m not the only one getting challenged here, am I?”

Inumaki’s smirk softened into something more playful, his eyes never leaving yours. “Maybe not,” he admitted, his tone still teasing but with a hint of something else. “But I’m enjoying it. It’s kinda fun watching you try to figure me out.”

“You think I’ll just keep playing along?”

“I think you’re enjoying it more than you’re letting on.”

You scoffed, though you couldn’t hide the slight smile creeping onto your lips. “Don’t flatter yourself. I can walk away anytime.”

"Yet you’re still here.”

He gave you one last playful look before turning toward his bike. “Come on. Let’s head back before we give them something else to talk about.”

You hesitated for a second, still feeling the buzz from the almost-kiss, before following him to the bike. As you climbed on behind him, you couldn’t help but wonder if this teasing game was just that—or if there was something more...

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[M]Texting (AESPA Winter)

pairing: winter x reader rating: m for mature word count: 508 summary:  everyone has been noticing winter’s texting habits. if only they knew who she was texting and what it really involved. author’s note: commission that i was allowed to post publicly. if you are interested in a commission feel free to check the links in the header or profile! 

DING!

At the sound of a new message alert you glanced down at your phone. Seeing the name BUNNY you immediately knew who it was. It took you just a second to type in your passcode and retrieve the message and another second for your mouth to go slack as you read it.

                    BUNNY: i’m not wearing any panties.

Quickly you typed out a response.

                    YOU: aren’t you live right now??

                    BUNNY: maybe…

You disregarded what you had been doing, immediately switching to instagram as you pulled up the livestream. Sure enough, there Minjeong was, seated between two other members of her group. Of course, to the naked eye, no one would assume she was without underwear but as she stared at the camera it felt like she was making eye contact and looking directly at you.

You watched as she pulled out her phone and soon enough another message alert came through.

                    BUNNY: i’m using that toy we bought…

                    BUNNY: the one with the app…

Your mind was racing at what she was alluding to. The toy she was referring to was a vibrator that your partner could control via an app. Did she really want you to use that now?

                    YOU: are you serious?

                    BUNNY: yes?

For a second you considered your options but in the end it was no real choice at all. You pulled up the app, the video shrinking to the corner as you did so. As you set it to the lowest setting, you watched the video, waiting to see if Minjeong would react. When she remained with her well-practiced smile and continued to converse with her members you took it as a challenge.

“Okay, let’s see how you handle this.”

You turned it up two notches. This time you watched as Minjeong shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes briefly darting to the screen. To the uninitiated it would be nothing of note. But you knew better.

With a devilish smile you dragged the wave on the app so it would alternate vibrations. Having not used the app before, you didn’t know how well it would actually work. Eagerly you looked to the livestream, seeing Winter squeeze her thighs tighter together, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” you could hear Giselle asking.

“Y-yeah! I was thinking, should we try a different filter?” Minjeong responded.

You chuckled to yourself. The knowledge that beneath her clothing she was a dripping mess while she desperately tried to remain composed only encouraged you to push the limits further. However, you might have been a little over-eager.

You turned up the intensity on the device and on screen, Karina gave a sudden glance at Minjeong.

“Shit!”

You quickly turned down the intensity. Whoops. It helped that Karina knew about your relationship but that didn’t mean you should be that daring.

As you debated whether you’d be able to make Minjeong orgasm while on camera, the articles were already forming online about your girlfriend’s texting. Well, better that than if they knew the truth.

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Back at it again with the gay Francis request 🫶

Can I get a Francis Wilkerson x male reader where he falls for a skater boy with anger issues? Maybe pre-military school??? Or they can just meet during military school whatever makes more sense. But like reader is just the classic early 2000s baggy pants, drinks mtn dew, video game addicted, but he's also very stubborn with a mean streak.

Reader just like "im going to punch you in the face if you keep talking to me-"

Francis: "-ok but THEN can we make out?"

Francis Wilkerson With an Angry Skater Boy Headcanons

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A/N: idk anything about skateboarding whoops, don’t let your friends pierce you unless they’re a professional

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You probably met before Francis was sent to military school

The two of you were either in the same friend group or ran in similar crowds

When Francis sees you for the first time, he’s probably thinking “wow, he’s hot”

He thinks he means it in an “i wanna be him” kind of way

Which is a bit true

But it’s more in an “i wanna be with him” way

Francis saw you first, sitting at a table with some of his friends and some other kids he didn’t know. You were playing with a wheel on your skateboard, spinning it absentmindedly while Richie talked about something no one else really cared about.

He sat down in the only available seat at the table, which was right across from you. He gave a half-hearted greeting to everyone, too busy glancing at you every few seconds to pay attention to anyone else.

Eventually, you felt his gaze. You looked up, seeing that he was already looking at you. Francis’ eyes widened in a panic, but he couldn’t help but look away. However, the slightly angry expression growing on your face made him wish he’d stop staring at you.

“What are you looking at?” you asked in a hiss, hands now gripping your skateboard and back straightening up. Francis tried to stammer out a response, but it was nothing coherent.

“Y/n, chill.” Richie laughed, looking at you with his usual half-lidded eyes. “Francis is cool, man, don’t worry.”

Francis nodded quickly, hoping that that along with Richie’s statement would cool you off a bit.

And it seemingly did. After giving the blonde a onceover, which felt more like a glare to him, you relaxed back into your slouched position.

Despite your somewhat coarse personality, Francis still wanted to hang out with you

He doesn’t know how he did it, but you start to warm up to him

By warming up, it mainly meant you not glaring at him every time he got near you

Soon enough, the two of you were hanging out regularly

“On your right.” You muttered, focused on the violent game that you had on the TV. Francis had come over to your place after school, mainly to get away from his mom, so you thought you’d pass the time by playing the new shooting game you got.

Francis was barely playing. Instead, he kept glancing over at you every few seconds. There was something about the way you got heated so easily that got him excited. 

“Dude, you just died.” You laughed at him, and Francis’ eyes snapped to the screen to see that he was, in fact, killed. He sighed and tossed his controller on the bed, acting like he was annoyed when it really just gave him more of an excuse to check out your room. And you.

Keeping the controller steady on your leg, you played with one hand while the other grabbed your half-empty soda can. Francis watched as you chugged the remaining Mountain Dew, crushed the can, and threw it toward the trash can in the corner. 

“Stop staring, or I’ll punch you,” you said, catching Francis’ stare out of the corner of your eye before focusing back on the game.

“Yeah, right.” In quick response, you hit Francis in the shoulder. “Ow!”

The two of you like to get up to trouble

Graffiti some walls, smoke some weed, usual teenage troublemaker stuff

One night, while Francis was at your house, he told you about a little lecture his mom had given him

And how it made him want to do the complete opposite of what she told him

“You sure about this?” you asked, not really sounding concerned as you cleaned off the sewing needle you had taken from a random junk drawer. “Lois is totally gonna send you to military school.”

“Fuck it,” Francis said with a shrug, playing with the jewelry that he brought with him. 

“Okay then.” You shrugged, going over to your bed. You pushed Francis to lie down and sat beside him, staring down at him. “Don’t get pissed if I fuck it up though.”

“Kiss for good luck?” Francis laughed lightly. Even though it sounded like a joke, he was slightly serious. You thought about it for a moment. You supposed there were worse people to kiss.

“Sure.” You said with a shrug. Leaning over Francis, you pecked him on the lips quickly. “No homo.” 

“Wha…” Your actions put Francis in a daze, so he didn’t register you putting the needle to his nose as you pulled your face away from his. In a flash, the needle was through his left nostril. “Ow!”

“Don’t be a pussy, Francis.”

The two of you fell silent as you put some of the jewelry through the hole you had just made. Francis played with his hands, looking up at you as you hovered over him.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll hit you,” you murmured, your threat losing some of the usual seriousness you carried. Francis laughed.

“If I let you pierce something else, can I get another kiss?”

��...Fine.”

[alsophila-grahami]

get to know me tag

tagged by @averythepirate thank you <33

do you make your bed?

not as a habit, but i have been doing it more recently

what is your job?

unemployed/student gang

if you could go back to school would you?

probably not. I dropped out of art restoration due to burn out, and then I randomly went into horticulture and it's been such a horrible experience that I don't have it in me to go for another round, especially not with untreated adhd lmao

can you parallel park?

in theory yes, but I actually haven't done it since my driving lessons which was more than 5 years ago

a job you had that would surprise people?

I had a student job at an archeological dig site for exactly one day. we were excavating a graveyard under old church foundations. very interesting but it was in the middle of a heatwave and so hard on my body at the time that I quit after my first day, whoops

do you think aliens are real?

regarding how big the universe is, thinking that we're the only life form in it would be kinda crazy, so yeah

can you drive a manual car?

yeah it's the norm here, I drive a 2002 toyota corolla named after george harrison. beige interior, lovely brown dashboard, he's an old man but I am insanely attached to him <3

what is your guilty pleasure?

I don't feel guilty about any of my pleasures! I guess the closest would come safiya nygaard's videos since they're very consumerist and verging on the side of the internet I don't like to hang around, but they're very entertaining & I still don't really feel guilty about them

tattoos?

so far only 2 flying ducks on my arm that I got matching with my friend when travelling in budapest! i want many more tho, planning to get a nick drake one soon

do you like puzzles?

yeah! as long as they aren't like insanely frustrating. recently played a puzzle game called the last campfire which I really liked

any phobias?

not really

favorite childhood sport?

growing up as a fat kid not many, but I did really like badminton and trained it for two years

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

an illustrator

do you talk to yourself?

not that often but yeah for sure

what movies do you adore?

my top 5 are a new leaf, butch cassidy and the sundance kid, true stories, local hero and perfect days. all comfort movies too

honorable mentions: big eden, the assassination of jesse james by the coward robert ford, the american friend, mikey and nicky, castaway on the moon

coffee or tea?

I like both but I prefer tea

favorite color?

these :)

tagging: @acrosstherachelverse, @ssontag, @inrainbowscd, @lovemug, @thedivinemagnet no pressure ofc

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 40- I Need U

Chapter Summary: Yoongi and Jen get into a heated argument. BTS shoot for I Need U as Jen impresses with her acting skills portraying a naive girl in an abusive relationship. Gaining confidence, Jungkook decides to tease Jen when he asks her for a massage.

Words: 13,000+

Author's Note: Yoongi fluff and Jungkook fluff! Ashanti's Rain on Me music video is the inspiration for Jennie's role in I Need U. And I hope your JenKook thirst is quenched for now since the last scene was thought of last minute when I wrote this :)

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“I’m fine, mom. Really.” Jennie reassured.

“I’m glad that you are, but I hope you know that you’re stronger than this. Don’t do that to us again, you hear? I was this close to getting a plane ticket.”

“Heh, heh, Vienna and Alani told me. They want me to rest for a week and then see how I do then. I should be refreshed and back to it after that.”

“Good. Now get some rest. I’ll check up on you tomorrow. I love you.”

“Love you too, mom.”

After getting off the phone, Jen set her phone on the bed and laid back down in her bed. Not even five minutes later, her phone rang and she checked the caller ID.

Angelina...Facetime.

Answering it, she saw Angelina smiling brightly. But then the rapper widened her eyes when she noticed Jennie was in bed.

“Whoops, did I call at a bad time?” She asked.

“Nah-are you high?” Jennie stared at her.

“Me? No. Not yet.” She waved her comment away. "My blunt didn't hit yet,"

“Wow. Well enjoy the trip when it happens,"

“Oh, I will. How you holdin’ up?”

“I’m getting better.”

“Good, good, that’s what I like to hear. You need to get better so I can come to Korea and see you.”

“Is that so? I think you want to be here so you can see Namjoon.” Jen teased.

“What? No~”

“Uh huh. I’m happy you two are still talking though. It’s cute. I hope you two can collab one day.”

“Oh yeah. I wish I could be there to do a song on his upcoming mixtape though. But my schedule...so hopefully next time. Soon I’ll come down your way, get to see you and you can introduce me to the boys. Especially Jungkook.”

“You're so eager to meet my best friend," Jennie giggled

"I gotta meet the man who has my girl glowing," 

Angelina's statement caught her by surprise as she asked, "What? Me? Glowing?"

"When you talk about him, you light up. You do it for all the members but with Jungkook it's a different light. You may not notice it but I do. So, I gotta meet this man and see for myself. It's adorable,"

"Ah..." 

For some reason, Jennie couldn't help but feel her face heat up from her response. 

Did she really glow differently with Jungkook?

"Oh? Are you getting flustered?" Angelina teased

"No! Shut up!"

Angelina laughed softly. "She is!"

"Anyway! It'll be worth the wait when you and Namjoon collab. And I am looking forward to you meeting the boys. They're the best. You'll love them. They are truly amazing and passionate about what they do. I'm grateful to know them,"

"Aw...I can't wait. Okay, I hate to change the topic to a negative one but girl...let me tell you the bullcrap I've seen. So, Hailey and the girls threw shade at you.”

“Oh wow. Not surprised. What did they say?”

The rapper rolled her eyes. “They claimed you passing out was a publicity stunt.”

“Heard that one before...” Jen murmured with a pang of sadness.

----

“Another water break? We barely even started practice. How are we supposed to be top notch with deadbeat over here wanting breaks every two minutes?” Hailey complained.

Ignoring her, Angelina looked at Jen with worry. “You okay, Jen? You don’t look so good...”

And once she fell from exhaustion, Hailey sighed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, get up. Stop trying to make a publicity stunt for relevance.”

-----

Shaking the negative thought away, Jen asked, “So when are they coming to Korea for their World Tour?”

“Looks like around late 2015.”

“I have a little more time to keep my sanity then.”

A week later, Jen felt good as new and refreshed after resting and keeping hydrated. She found herself at the set of Amber’s Shake That Brass music video shooting.

When she arrived, she greeted everyone on the set and placed mini cupcakes on the table for everyone to help themselves to. She wanted to show her gratitude for being invited to Amber’s music video. People were astonished at her kind gesture and there were already media reports of her act of kindness on K-Pop news sites. Jen didn’t think it was a big deal to have an article about her bringing in cupcakes of all things but everyone else thought it was a benevolent act. Seems like new articles will write about the smallest things these days.

“I’m so happy she’s here! I love her so much!” Amber held onto Jen from behind, hugging her tightly with a big smile on her face. 

They were being filmed for Amber’s video of Pops in Seoul and Jen laughed at her enthusiasm.

“I love you too!” She happily responded as she was released.

“I’m really happy you were able to come and support me. It means a lot to me, having friends be a part of this.”

“You know I wouldn’t miss it.”

“I asked Jennie because I love her charisma and her fun attitude. I feel like she and I will have a great time being filmed together with this concept.”

“Her album is going to be great. The fact that she made everything herself, the music and lyrics, so amazing.”

Jen headed over to the Orchestra section, happily greeting those around her. She even had the courage to approach Girl’s Generation’s Taeyeon. 

“I’m a huge fan of your work! I’m so looking forward to the next comeback of Girl’s Generation.” She told her as she cheerily thanked her. 

She was way more beautiful in person. Taeyeon had told her that she didn’t have to be nervous and she could speak to her anytime. Jen planned to take advantage of that.

“Jennie!” She heard a voice and turned to see Jackson happily waving at her.

“Aye! Jackson, nice to see you here.” She beamed, pulling him in for a hug.

“How you feeling? You okay?” He asked with concern.

He must’ve been talking about her passing out. “Yes, I’m good as new. Well rested. I got your messages."

“Uh huh, you left me on read.” He playfully teased.

“Look, I had a ton of people blowing up my phone. I’m sorry! When BTS can have some free time after our upcoming comeback, we’ll hang out, sound cool?”

“Hm...how do I know that you won’t forget?”

She rolled her eyes and walked away as he laughed. “I was joking! Namjoon never answers my messages, don’t be like him!” He walked after her. When he finally caught up to her, they shared a laugh. “Oh, before I forget, I have a small gift basket for you.”

He gestured for her to follow him and he took the basket out of his bag. “It’s a get well gift from one of my friends. He hopes you’re doing well. He was freaking out when he found out what happened to you. It was supposed to be from all of us in GOT7, but he grew a fit.” He sighed and shook his head.

“Aw, really? This is sweet of him. Oh shit, there’s smarties in here, oh my gosh! Jackson, you gotta tell me who he is! I’d love to thank him in person!”

Jackson smiled at her freaking out over the smarties. “Ah, he wanted to remain anonymous.”

“Well, when you see him, tell him thank you so much and kiss him on the cheek for me. And thank the other members of GOT7. I’d like to meet them one day.”

“I’m sure we can make that happen.”

For the orchestra scene, Jen wore a black vest with a white shirt and black pants with a drum set. She stood up, as they began to film. 

Amber attempted to try to conduct everyone. She went to a couple of people to show them exactly what she wanted them to do with their instrument, then she came to Jennie.

“You gotta bang. Like this.” Amber demonstrated.

“I did that!” Jen responded but Amber took her sticks and banged on the drums. 

Once she gave them back to her, Jen banged on the drums to the beat of the song and Amber nodded in approval. They filmed scenes of her banging on the drums in sync with Amber’s song while everyone played their instruments around her.

Afterward, everyone sat their instruments down and freestyled, dancing with Amber in front of the camera, doing the Nae Nae and various other dance moves. They even had Jackson and Jen do a dance battle. Jackson’s dancing brought a grin to her face as she hyped him up with the others around her.

When it was her turn to dance, she snatched his hat, placed it on her head and began to dance.

“OHHHHHH!”

She heard everyone say, laughing at how shocked Jackson was.

“I thought we were friends.” Jackson playfully whined

As the filming began to end, Jen felt her phone buzz and opened it to reveal the group chat with the Maknae Line.

Jungkook: Jimin’s going crazy. Help us.

Jungkook: [Image.jpg]

She examined the photo to see Jimin having her guitar in his hands, planning on throwing it. 

“Oh hell no.” She immediately began to text back

Jen: IS THAT MY GUITAR!? JIMIN YOU BOUT TO DIE TODAY!

Jimin: Jungkook!! Why did you show her!?

Jungkook: Kekekekekekeke

Jimin: SNITCH!

Jen: How TF did he get my guitar!?

Jimin: Jungkookie gave it to me!

Jungkook: LIE!

Jen: Oh...okay...so y’all went in my room?

Tae: Uh...

Jen: Watch yourselves when you go to sleep tonight...We may have five BTS members now.

Jimin: Oh no, what have we done??

Tae: WE!?

Jungkook: WE??? YOU!

Back at the dorm, Hobi and Jen finally decided to initiate the prank war, seeing their targets, Yoongi and Jimin sitting on the couch in the living room. Yoongi, had his headphones on, working on something while Jimin played on his phone.

“We gotta be quick. And run like the wind, got it?” Hobi reminded.

“Got it.” She responded as they both had whipped cream in their right palms, stalking up to them from behind.

“SMACK CAM!” They shouted as Hobi smacked Jimin, and Jen aimed for Yoongi’s side of his face.

The glimpse of them smacking their targets caused the rest of the members to burst out in laughter, screaming and shouting with amusement.

“Do you wanna die!?” Jimin shouted and began chasing after Hobi, who screamed.

“JENNIE! WHAT THE FUCK!?” Yoongi bellowed, turning around to stare at her with rage. 

All the rest of the members were laughing, but Jen noticed Yoongi was the only one who wasn’t as she looked confused at his outburst.

Now what?

“That wasn’t fuckin’ funny! What the fuck?” He shouted, throwing his headphones across the room.

The sound of his headphones hitting the wall, caused everyone to stop laughing and the mood of the room shifted drastically.

Jen looked at Yoongi as irritation began to boil through her veins. 

Frowning at him, she shook her head. “The heck was that? That was unnecessary, Yoongi! It was just a joke-”

“I don’t give a shit! This isn’t fuckin’ funny! And this isn’t the time to be playing around like a bunch of fuckin’ kids!” He slammed his hand on the couch, roughly running his other hand across his face to remove whatever whipped cream he could.

A bitter chuckle came out of her as she poked her cheek with her tongue. 

“Okay, first of all, I’m gonna need you to chill the fuck out.” She snapped.

Hearing what came out of her mouth caused the other members but Yoongi to stare at her in surprise. It staggered them to see her demeanor change into an aggravated one. It was an unusual sight to see her be angry like this.

When Yoongi heard her snap at him, he stood up in fury, causing the Maknae Line’s stomachs to drop with anxiousness.

“This is as chill as I’m gonna fuckin’ get.” He bluntly snapped back.

“I’m not liking this...” Jin looked on with worry.

The members began to feel the atmosphere change for the worse as they felt the tension between the two of them. They weren’t expecting Yoongi and Jennie to clash. Hobi, Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung began to feel uneasy as they heard their voices getting louder by the second. Jin and Namjoon were alarmed as they tried to figure out how to stop it before it blew up even more.

“It was just a prank! We’re starting a prank war!” She exclaimed.

“I don’t fuckin’ care!” He yelled at her.

Looking around the room, she looked confused. “Excuse me, who are you yelling at?!”

The Hyung Line glanced at each other in alarm and decided to intervene in the situation. 

Jin shook his head and got in between them. “Okay, this was taken out of hand, let’s not do this.” He calmly spoke up, attempting to back her away from Yoongi. “Stop it. No more of this, stop arguing. I’m not having this.”

“Cause I know damn well you aren’t yelling at me, like that!” Jen continued in fury, ignoring Jin.

“Yah! Yah! Yah! Stop.” Hobi tried to back Yoongi away from her with Namjoon as the Maknae Line watched helplessly at the chaos.

“Get the fuck outta here!” She shouted.

“That’s enough. Come on, now. Let’s not do this.” Namjoon’s voice was filled with authority, trying to reason. “Let’s speak calmly, not yell.”

“I didn’t think this would end up like this...” Taehyung murmured to Jungkook and Jimin. 

The two were now in each other’s faces, yelling back and forth and it didn’t look like they were stopping anytime soon.

“Yeah, okay...okay...” Jen responded sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t want this shit on me!” Yoongi shouted as a vein popped out of his neck.

“It’s whipped fucking cream!” She clapped her hands three times.

“I don’t care if it was water, I don’t want that shit on me!”

“It’s nothin’ serious! What’s your issue!? It was a joke! Completely harmless!”

“G-guys. Please stop arguing.” A whipped creamed covered Jimin pleaded. 

This whole situation was making him sad, he didn’t want to see anyone fighting. When Jin finally managed to back Jen away from Yoongi, Taehyung took over, wrapping his arms around her from behind, in a tight embrace. 

Taehyung desperately tried to calm her down but to no avail, as he told her, “Ennie, please relax. Please calm down.” 

“Get off of me, Tae.” She attempted to wiggle out of his grip.

“Not until you calm down. I don’t want to see you like this. Please, Ennie. Please calm down.”

Yoongi was trying to get away from Namjoon and Hobi’s grips as he shouted, “I don’t have time for this bullshit!” His voice filled with aggression. “You see me fuckin’ working on something, why the fuck would you do stupid shit like this!?”

“You can’t take a break and relax!? Have fun for just a moment!?”

“We have an album coming out soon!”

“I get that!” She got out of Tae’s arms.

“Enough Jennie-“ Jin stopped mid-sentence.

“No. I’m gonna say what I have to say.” She responded to him and turned back to Yoongi. ”You are not gonna yell at me like that. We are all friggin’ stressed out from this album. The least we can do is loosen up with a couple of laughs and take our minds off work for just a moment. You need to lighten up!”

“Everyone calm down!” Jimin shouted. “Please, let’s just cool down. This was blown out of proportion.”

“FUCK!” Yoongi shouted and roughly shoved Namjoon and Hobi off him, storming into his bedroom. He slammed the door, causing everyone but Jennie to flinch.

She exhaled with her eyes closed, trying to compose herself. Opening her eyes, she muttered out a curse. “Un-fucking-believable...”

Taehyung turned to her, with a sad expression. “E-Ennie-“

“Don’t.” She raised her hand up, gesturing for him to stop. “I’m taking a walk.”

“I-I’ll come with you,” Jungkook spoke up.

“I just want to be alone,” she said with irritation as she left the dorm.

The dorm felt empty without the energetic vibe as the rest of the members were bummed at how things turned out. A scary pissed off Yoongi and an unhappy Miss Bangtan were not something they prepared for. 

Namjoon sighed and rubbed his temples on the couch. “I wished we handled that better...”

-----

Yoongi and Jen haven’t spoken a word to each other in the past few days as Jen stood backstage with Amber for Music Bank, in support of her in Shake That Brass.

“Ouch, and you still haven’t talked to him?” Amber asked with a concerned look, sitting on the couch.

“Nope,” Jen replied, sitting next to her, and looking at the TV on the wall.

“Aw, he needs to lighten up. But I can understand how frustrated he was about it. I hope you two can rekindle soon.”

After getting ready for the show, Jen began to get filmed for a Bangtan Bomb as she stood with Amber and 4Minute backstage. To be able to meet these fierce ladies was an honor, as Jen happily told them how much she adored their song, Crazy.

“Crazy is lit, oh my gosh. I’ve been practicing ever since your song came out. Can I show you?” She eagerly asked.

“Yeah! Let’s see!” Hyuna beamed.

“Let’s see!” Sohyun clapped her hands.

“Amber you should do it too!” Jiyoon pointed to her.

“Me? Me really? You wanna?” Amber turned to Jennie.

“Oh yeah, come on.” She answered. 

Amber had pulled out her phone, putting the song on, skipping just a few seconds before the chorus.

“Okay, five...six...seven...eight.”

nal bogo michyeo

(C.R.A.Z.Y) ttara hae

Jen and Amber began the choreography, Amber did a laid-back version of it while Jen went full out.

The 4Minute members cheered them on with bright smiles on their faces. 

“Wow!” They applauded

Later, Amber and Jen waited to go on stage as Jen turned to the Bangtan Bomb camera with a smile.

“Today I met 4Minute. They’re super nice. Crazy is lit. I can’t get enough of that song. And now I’m here to perform Shake That Brass with Amber.” She wrapped her arm around her.

Amber pulled her close, cheek to cheek. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun today!” she shot up a peace sign.

Jen watched Amber perform from backstage, as she waited for her cue, with a mic in hand. “I’m a little nervous.” She glanced at the Bangtan Bomb camera, still filming her. “But this is a fun song, so I’m sure once I get on that stage, I’ll feel more carefree, y’know?” She started bouncing around as she continued watching.

When it was her cue, she made her way to the stage, standing behind the dancers.

Yeah I want you to

(Shake shake that brass)

Yeah I want you to

“Shake that brass.” Her smooth voice was heard as Amber’s backup dancers revealed her. 

She got a big pop from the crowd as she smiled and strutted forward. She had some big shoes to fill because Taeyeon was the original singer of the verse, but she performed it in her own style, singing out strong with soul. From the cheers of the crowd, she seemed to have done well. 

“oneul bam bam gomindeureun naeil more saenggakhae. meorireul biwobeoryeo amu saenggak an nage. son meori wiro.”

Amber stands next to her with a smile, dancing with her.

(Uhuh)

“sinnage ttwieo”

(Yeah yeah)

“da gachi michyeo, get it started. Come and shake that brass~!” Her high note was filled with soul and energy and earned some more cheers. “Woo!” 

She cheered, moving her hips around with Amber.

Hey ho (Yeah) Hey Ho (Uh Huh)

Hey Ho (Yeah) Hey Ho (Uh Huh)

Hey Ho (Yeah) Hey Ho (Uh Huh)

“Shake that brass~! Oh, baby!” She sang out, holding hands with Amber as Amber spun her around.

Hey Ho Shake That Brass

“Wooooooooooo~!”

NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA-

“Won’t you shake that brass...Ooooohhhhh won’t you shake that brass!” She ended the song with a huge smile on her face. Amber had stuck her tongue out, standing next to her for their final pose.

Soon they embraced in a big hug, causing the crowd to cheer for them.

After the show, fans tweeted their love for the duo with the hashtags, #Jamber and #Jenber eager for the next time to watch the duo together.

-----

As soon as she went back to the dorm, Jimin and Namjoon asked to speak with her in her room. They sat on her bed and tried to talk to her about Yoongi. Jen however, wasn’t having it, being the stubborn teenager, she was.

“Nope.” She bluntly replied, still feeling some type of way at how he yelled at her.

Who did he think he was, to raise his voice at her like that? She wasn’t going to stand there and let him scream at her in any type of way. She stood up for her opinion on the situation, not backing down and felt as though he overreacted.

“Jennie, you two should talk it out,” Jimin suggested.

“I don’t want to talk to him, he pissed me off.” She stubbornly responded.

“Ennie, come on...”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.” She replied louder.

“I think you should apologize.” Namjoon calmly spoke up.

“But why do I need to say sorry? I feel like I’ve done nothing wrong. Everything I did was harmless. It wasn’t that bad. I just wanted to share some laughs.”

“I understand that, Jennifer.” He said with seriousness in his voice. “But try to put yourself in Yoongi’s shoes. Get where he’s coming from. You know what a workaholic he is and how serious he is about his work. The whipped cream got on his notebook. Almost smeared what he was working on.”

Jen exhaled. She didn’t know that part. She knew how he was with his work and it made her feel guilty. Deep down, she was sad that they weren’t talking. She missed him. She missed being around him. Maybe she did go too far, unaware that he was working on something important. 

As much as she hated to admit.

“Where is he?” She finally asked with another sigh.

“His studio.”

Meanwhile, with Yoongi, he drowned himself in work, with his headphones on his ears. Earlier today, Namjoon and Hobi had talked to him about the argument and he couldn’t help but think about the conversation.

“I don’t want to fucking talk to her. I don’t want to see her, I don’t want anything to do with her. I don’t even want you to say her damn name. So, drop it. This conversation is over.” He had growled at them in frustration.

“She really cares about us. She just wanted us to loosen up. We’re all on edge for this album. You know that. She just wanted us to laugh and forget about work for just an hour or so. Get where she’s coming from.” Namjoon had told him.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about her since the fight. He missed her presence. He didn’t mean to say that he didn’t want anything to do with her. She held a special place in his heart. He was emotional at the time. Frustrated. They both said things in the heat of the moment.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard knocking in the room.

“Hey.” Jen greeted softly. He acknowledged her at the door by glancing at her and continued to work. “You free to talk?”

He grunted, responding as a yes, pushing a seat out for her to sit. He placed his headphones on his neck, stopping what he was doing as he turned to her. He didn’t look angry, he looked upset that they went that far while arguing.

He could tell she was feeling the same.

“I’ve...been thinking about our blowout.” She spoke again after a moment of silence. “I just came here to say that I’m sorry.” He could hear the sadness in her voice. “I should’ve been more mindful of you and your work. I know how you get with your work. I know how passionate you are about music. Sorry for doing that to you. I hope I didn’t ruin anything.”

Yoongi let out a sigh. “Although we pissed each other off and yelled some crazy things...I can’t stay mad at you.” He shrugged and shook his head. “I forgive you...and I’m sorry for lashing out at you like that, Smartie. Forgive me.”

A smile came across her face. “It’s okay.”

He was happy to see her smile as he placed a hand on top of her head affectionately and turned back to his work.

“Oh geez...” He sighed when she wrapped her arms around him, pressing multiple kisses on his cheek. Though he secretly enjoyed the affection. “Okay, okay. That’s enough.”

“Nope! Not done, yet.” She laughed and gave him a couple more of her sweet kisses.

“Gross...” He faked a gagging sound, wiping his cheek when she released him.

“Don’t lie to me. You love my hugs and kisses.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Wow. Really?” She asked, offended as he smirked in response.

When they got back to the dorm, Jen took a nap on the couch, and Yoongi decided to get her back for what she did to him. Just like he did after filming an episode of Rookie King, he got a Sharpie and wrote all over her face. Writing various words like swag, and Suga. Jen remained asleep, unaware, as the members around her struggled not to laugh.

“She’s going to kill you, hyung.” Tae giggled.

“I like to see her try.” Yoongi responded, and took a photo of her makeover, tweeting, ‘Prank War is now on. #SUGA’

Jen woke up a minute later from the laughing and looked around.

“Why are you guys laughing so much?” She asked.

“We’re just admiring your new makeover.” The Daegu rapper smirked, revealing the Sharpie in his hands.

Her stomach dropped when she realized what he had done. “No friggin, you didn’t-“ She cut herself off as she grabbed her phone and turned the camera on herself. “YOONGI! What the hell!?”

“I know, you finally look beautiful.”

She tried to hit him but he backed away, as he laughed with the members. 

“Asshole!” She laughed and went to clean her face in the bathroom.

“Prank war is now on. No teams. Every person for themselves. Got it?” Yoongi announced.

“AAAWWWWEEEE Yeah! Let’s go!” The members got hyped

----

The next day, in the afternoon, Jen decided to practice her freestyle dancing in one of the dance studios at Big Hit. After doing her stretches, she plugged her phone into the speaker and put on Come on Over by Sevyn Streeter.

Jen admired the artist and loved how sexy and confident she was with her music. Sometimes she would think about what it would be like to collab with her. She hoped so one day if it was possible. Standing in the middle of the dance floor, she begam to dance on beat when she heard Sevyn sing.

On my mind just one thing

You and me doing some things

No particular one place, oh no O-pen

Open to changes, positions, and angles

Tonight I ain’t no angel, oh no

She wanted to focus on storytelling with her dancing, and listening to the lyrics. But she couldn’t help but feel like she was missing something as she danced. After dancing for 30 minutes, Hobi walked in, with a big smile.

“I hope you don’t mind a dance partner!” He greeted.

“Hey! No, of course not! Join me! I could use some help. You mind?”

“Not at all.” He stretched first and then went over to see what she needed help with. 

She wanted him to help her with body rolling and popping her body more. Make her movements more fluid. He showed her a couple of basic moves as she watched in awe at how in sync he was and how smooth he moved. His style of dancing was unique in her eyes. No doubt he was the best representative of BTS’ Dance Line.

“You got it?” He asked with a smile.

“Well...I think so.” She replied, unsure of herself

“I’m not liking that attitude, munchkin. Come on, you can do it.”

She tried out his movements. She was doing them but it looked like she was missing something. It was almost like she was hesitating in his eyes.

“You’re holding back. Don’t do that to yourself. Elevate.” he spoke up.

“Really? I feel like I’m not holding back. This is how I dance.” She explained.

He crossed his arms. “Can I be blunt?”

“Knock yourself out.”

“I feel like your true dancing potential is still locked away because of what you told me about Amity. You said they wanted you to tone it down. Well, you won’t tone it down anymore, not here. I’m not having it. I can’t keep standing here when I know you can do better than this.”

Jen was taken aback at his sudden statement. But he had a point as much as she hated to admit it.

“I...”

“No excuses. I know you can do better, Jennie. Now, show me. Dance, munchkin...Dance.” He smiled and pressed shuffle on her phone as Numb by Rihanna came on.

Jen stood and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

'Dance, huh?' she thought as Rihanna began to sing.

Ecstasy in the air

I don’t care

‘But...I don’t think I can do this...’ She thought nervously.

Can’t tell me nothing

I’m impaired

No worse for wear

‘Cause I’m going numb

‘Move.’ She thought as her body suddenly began to move, side to side, on beat, getting into it. Hobi nodded to the beat, watching her attentively.

I’m going numb

I’m going numb, I’m going numb

I’m going numb, I’m going numb (Let the champagne splash)

I’m going numb, I’m going numb (Let that man get cash)

I’m going numb,

Hobi smiled brightly when he watched her let loose. How her face changed into an expression of seriousness. Her movements were fluid with the beat, her body popping powerfully with the beat. It was like the dancer in her broke the chain that locked her true potential. 

It felt good.

She felt free.

The way she danced, it was like she told a story as she listened to the lyrics. The way she went harder when the beat dropped on the second set of Rihanna’s ‘I’m going Numb’s.

Can’t you see

Ain’t it clear

Hobi was elated to see her dance harder and decided to record her on his phone as she body rolled powerfully during the second verse. She even added some of the moves he had shown her earlier, remaining in sync with the beat.

I don’t care

Get closer to me

If you dare

I double dare

'Cause I’m going numb,

This time, she swayed side to side with more energy, running a hand through her hair, pretending that she was going numb. 

‘Atta girl.’ Hobi thought to himself, seeing a whole different person.

This is Jennie.

This is who Miss Bangtan is.

As soon as the beat dropped, she popped her chest and the rest of her body, robotically and rigid. 

But odds are I'mma end up in the back of a squad car 

Hobi widened his eyes, impressed as he watched her dance faster during Eminem’s rap. It caused him to squeal happily. 

“Woo! Wooooooo! Go munchkin!” He shouted

“Stop making me laugh!” She broke out into a smile as she continued to dance.

After the song ended, she let out a breath. 

‘Was that actually me?’ She looked at her reflection.

“That felt good. So, how’d I do?” She turned to him with a nervous smile.

Hobi screamed and jumped around, applauding her loudly. She laughed when he picked her up and spun her around. 

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Where have you been!?” 

The room filled with their loud laughter as he set her down. 

He grabbed his phone to show her the video he recorded. “Now this, this is Miss Bangtan. This is Jennie.” He smiled. “Your dancing has gotten so much better. I’m so proud of you.”

She turned to him, touched by his words. “Thank you, Hobi. Thank you so much. This means a lot coming from you.”

Hobi tweeted a small video of Jen dancing, ‘I think she’s going numb, kekekeke. Well done, munchkin! Sometimes all you need is that extra push. Proud of you. #JHOPE’

---

On March 9th, after giving out handmade gifts for ARMY on his birthday, Yoongi went to the studio to work, only to find a birthday card and two black boxes in his workspace. The bigger black box was on the bottom while the smaller one was on the top, wrapped up as a tag was attached to it.

‘To the guy I’ll beat in the next basketball game :P’

“Smartie.” He confirmed with a smirk as he sat down and opened the card first.

‘Dear Grandpa!’

He read and stopped. “This girl...” He shook his head in amusement and kept reading.

‘I don’t think you have any idea how much you’re valued or how much you mean to me. I look up to you. A lot. Not just for rapping but also for your passion in your work. How relatable your lyrics are and your ability to create such moving music. How humble you are about what you do. How raw you are with your rapping, I inspire to be on that level, to show that much emotion in music like you do. Just you being yourself in general, and how I enjoy being around you, even if you’re feeling a little lazy or in one of your work modes. Not to mention your blunt, yet savage remarks these days. Yeah, we may piss each other off at times but no matter what, we work on our problems and learn about ourselves so we can move forward through anything. I’ll always be there. No matter what. Even if you need me to be your napping buddy, I’m there. (Just don’t drool on me like last time, mkay? Mkay.) Thank you for being straightforward with me since the day we met. You’re very giving and hard working. And I thank you for always taking the time to teach me about rapping. I thank you for taking me under your wing, being patient, and encouraging me. You may not act like it but I see how much you care. You love us, members, more quietly, but I dare say you have the biggest heart.’

Yoongi stopped reading as he looked down, feeling something in his heart. That last sentence moved him. He took a moment to pull himself together before continuing to read.

‘And FYI, I do catch your small smiles when I accomplish your rap assignments. :) That is always motivating me to work harder so I can see that gummy smile of yours. Though we’re not related by blood, you are a brother I prayed for and I thank you for being in my life. I love you, Yoongi and I’m happy to be a part of BTS as we grow together musically, mentally and physically.

P.S.- When’s our next one on one basketball game? Too scared to get trashed? ;)

“This girl...” He smiled. 

Sometimes she could be a pain in the ass. With her smacking him with whipped cream, especially, but at the end of the day, she would always be special to him. He never knew how much her words could move him as he reread her letter.

He opened the smallest gift first, opening the small box to reveal a personalized charm bracelet with a basketball and his name on it. He read the note that was on the box.

‘You better be wearing this. I have my own. We’re matching. No ifs, ands, or buts. Deal with it.’

“This girl is something else.” He put the bracelet on. It was a perfect fit for him. He turned to the big box, taking off the cover and inside looked like a haul of Kumamon merch. “This girl...” He repeated yet again in disbelief.

‘You still like him, right? Hope you like this haul! I better see you have that phone case on. I’m not joking. And you better eat the damn cake!’ Her note said.

“Cake?” He asked and saw a small box inside the big box with the merch. 

He took it out and opened it to reveal a small Kumamon cake. His smile got wider as he read the note she wrote on top of the lid of the cake.

‘You BETTER eat this...I made it with love! Love I tell you! Don’t tell the guys, they’ve been begging me to bake again since those Valentine’s Day cupcakes, lol. I baked it, and Hayoon helped me decorate it. She has more of an artistic touch with baking. I may want to do this trend for the others’ birthdays too. It all depends on how much you like it.’

Yoongi felt something in his eyes as he shook his head, clearing his throat. He felt his tears dry up thanks to his dry eyes but overall, he was moved. He made a mental note to do this trend for her on her birthday, for sure.

“Hello Kitty is what she likes...” He thought out loud.

All of this was so...generous and kind of her. It made him feel so appreciated and loved. He checked out the merch in the box, which consisted of a black Kumamon shirt, a Kumamon phone case, a small plush and much more merch that he’d be pleased to have in his room.

Pulling out his phone, he gave her a quick text.

Yoongi: Swing by the studio when you can

While he waited for her, he took a photo of his haul and tweets, ‘Smartie is something else...I’m very thankful and overwhelmed with joy. #SUGA’

ARMY would immediately tweet, wishing him a happy birthday and talking about Jen giving him the haul of gifts.

‘YoonJen is so precious.’

‘I wish my friends would do something like that for me. I’m jealous’

‘She really made him a Kumamon cake tho! I can’t! This is making me cry’

‘Why are there tears in my eyes?’

‘Wishing him another year of success and happiness!’

‘She has got to be one of the kindest souls ever. She went out her way for him on his birthday.’

‘Wait she actually baked that for him!? OMG I ship it!’

‘AWWWWWW!’

‘KUMAMON!! Of course!’

Soon after, the members would tweet about it, instantly once they saw the photo of the cake.

‘WAIT SHE MADE THAT FOR YOU!? Where’s my cake!? #JIMIN’

‘I’m feeling some type of way... #JK’

'I want some!! #JHOPE'

‘Too cute! #V’

‘Wait she BAKED!? AGAIN!? Where were we!? #JIN’

Yoongi chuckled at their responses and tweets ‘Be jealous #SUGA’

‘So...you aren’t going to share?? #RM’

10 minutes later she arrived. “Yo! I see you got the stuff! Happy birthday!” She beamed.

As soon as he saw her walk in, he immediately got out of his seat and pulled her into his arms. As he wrapped his arms around her for a firm hug, she was taken by surprise and stood there, shocked.

“Thank you, Jennifer.” He murmured against her.

The sound of her name caught her by surprise. He only called her smartie these days, and to hear him say her full name, made her believe that this was something that he was extremely happy about.

She let out a chuckle and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tight. 

“Of course.” She released him. “Oh, and another thing, I wanted to tell you that I’m ready to show you my skills on the launchpad.” She pointed it out.

He responded with a proud smile and gestured for her to sit with him. 

“But it could wait, I mean, you sure you wanna work on your birthday? Don’t you want to chill?” she added.

“My work is never done and besides, I’m in a working mood. How about you consider this as your other gift to me? Show me.”

“All righty.” She set everything up. 

Yoongi listened and watched intently as her fingers moved skillfully on the launchpad. She decided to perform BTS’ Tomorrow since she’s been playing around with it, and he wasn’t disappointed. There was something there and he just stared at her even after she finished. He wasn’t even aware she finished until she spoke. 

“Well...what do you think?”

“I’m gonna have a talk with Namjoon, Hobi and Slow Rabbit.”

“Why?”

“I think you should consider working behind the scenes with us for our albums. There’s something there.”

“I kind of low-key wanted to.”

“We’ll take it one day at a time. For now, your homework is to practice Cypher PT 3. And without Tae. Good God, I don’t wanna hear him rap it.” He sighed and rubbed his temples.

She laughed. “I’ll try my best not to practice around him. I do think you should consider-“

“No.”

“But Tae would be so enthusiastic-“

“No.”

“He’s so eager-“

“No.”

“He has passi-“

“No.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Boo!”

“Yeah, yeah...By the way, after we have some free time during our upcoming I Need U promotions, we’re gonna have a date.” He announced.

“What’s the dress code?”

“A-game, don’t forget the sneakers. We have a date on the court.” He smirked competitively

“I’m down. Keep me posted.”

“And smartie?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for everything.”

“Always.”

---

During Namjoon’s Do You MV filming, the members decided to surprise him when he was on break. They walked in with bags of chicken, while Namjoon sat on the couch on his phone.

“Hello!” Jimin shouted.

“YO! YO! YO! YO! YOOOOOOOO! We have arrived!” Jen happily yelled, walking in with the rest of the members like a hurricane. The rest of the members shout randomly as Namjoon, covered his ears, whining. Jen let out a laugh. 

Looks like the room won’t be quiet anymore.

“Hey leader, oppa’s here!” Tae beamed.

“The chicken has arrived!” Yoongi announced.

“You look good, that outfit is on point,” Jen told him as she greeted him with a hug. As they all sat down, getting situated, they discussed how nice Namjoon looked on video while they munched on the chicken. “Is it weird shooting alone?”

“Very. But now that you guys are here, maybe I spoke too soon, it’s so loud now.” He joked with a laugh.

“Well, you look cool. I think I can speak for everyone that we can’t wait to see what you have been working on.”

After the break, the members watch with Namjoon, clips of the filmed MV. Jen began dancing to the song with the other members.

“He’s so cool,” Jimin said proudly.

“He is going to do really well, I believe in him. He’s going to be great.” Yoongi guaranteed.

“I’m so proud of this guy, he’s worked so hard. I’m a proud baby sister.” She placed a hand over her heart as she looked at the Bangtan Bomb camera.

----

Finally, on April 5th, BTS began their jacket shooting in Gyeongju, for their upcoming album. Jen still hadn’t had her hair dyed yet, but her hair was styled straight with bangs this time.

Recently, her hair began to get damaged because sometimes the stylists wouldn’t know what to do with her African American hair, putting way too much heat. The last straw was when she noticed her hair breaking off, so she talked with Big Hit, asking if she could use one of Angelina’s stylists, who would come to Korea at times to do her hair more protectively, or even do her own hair when she could. She had to speak up on her hair, she kept quiet for too long.

She was happy they accepted her request and even went a step further to make the stylists learn about taking care of her hair so this wouldn't happen again. Jennie was grateful they were mindful of her hair. She did not want to go bald anytime soon.

For the jacket shooting, she wore a white blouse with blue jeans, along with a black hat on her head. They greeted the director and began shooting at the beach for Hwa Yang Yeon Hwa pt.1. 

She sat in between Rapmon and Jin as photos were snapped away, bringing off a more mature vibe this time with their new concept.

“Jesus...for April, it sure is cold. But when you’re near the water, it’s always colder. I should’ve worn a heavier jacket.” She mentioned.

“I’ll keep you warm!” Tae wrapped his arms around her from behind, having the blanket he had on his back, wrap around her too.

“Why are you so warm!?” She exclaimed as they walked near the ocean.

When everyone gathered around, Jennie shivered violently. 

“Wh-why.” She shivered while Tae placed a big jacket on her, holding her close. “I don’t do cold!”

He grabbed her hands and began to blow his hot breath on them, in hopes to soothe her. He took great care of her to make sure she was warm. She was grateful for his kind gestures.

After waiting as each member took their concept photos, Jennie and Jin met up for their photos together as they stood back to back. Jin looked ahead while Jen turned her head to the side as if looking back at him. She then wrapped her arms around herself, as the photos were snapped away, looking serious.

As they took more photos, Jimin and Jungkook watched them from a distance. 

“Wah...so pretty.” Jimin admired Jennie’s visuals.

“Very,” Jungkook murmured.

“So...Jungkookie...I wanted to tell you about Ennie’s massage skills.” Jimin decided to tease him, smiling mischievously. “She gave me the most amazing massage a few days ago. It was great!”

“Is that so?” Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue, trying to ignore him.

“Yeah, her hands do wonders. I didn’t know she was that talented. It was so relaxing.”

“Uh huh...”

“Have you ever gotten a massage from her? You’re missing out. I was the first one to get a massage from her too, I feel so special.”

“Shut up, Hyung...”

“Hehehehe. Someone’s mad~.”

“I’m not mad!” He grumbled.

“We were in her room, too-“ Jimin groaned in pain when he was suddenly punched in the arm.

Jungkook stormed off. “I want a massage...” He grumbled to himself, while Jimin walked after him, laughing hysterically.

He really fell for it.

After Jen was done with her photos with Jin, she cheered. 

“Woo!” She opened her palms, raising them high as Jin high fived her. He places his palms down as she mer his hands for a low five, and then they jump up, bumping chests. 

“SeokJen in the house!” She performed his traffic dance with him.

“Hey, this is a great warm up! I’m feeling warm!” He laughed.

She continued shooting photos alone, walking around, with the ocean in the background, looking angelic, yet mature. Losing the baby fat in her face, gained her more of a mature look with this concept.

After the shooting, she walked past Taehyung and Jungkook goofing around, as Kookie attempted to juggle with heat packs. Acting mischievous, she slapped the heat packs that were tossed in the air by him and continued to innocently walk away.

“Now you’re going to pay.” He dropped the other heat packs and ran after her.

“Wait! Wait!” She yelled in panic, trying to run for her life. Instantly he grabbed her from behind, lifting her up over his shoulder. “Tae! Help!”

“Why did she even bother to run?” Taehyung laughed.

When they go inside, they continue their shooting in a room. Jen was filmed in the bathroom with the bathroom mirror fogged up as she wrote ‘He’ll change’ on it. Then she shot photos with Namjoon as he sat on the toilet and her in the tub without any water in it.

When she finished up, she watched Tae and Jungkook shoot photos on the bed and ended up giggling at Jungkook dozing off. “He’s so out of it. It’s so cute.”

On April 11th, BTS began their I Need U filming. For the music video, Jen kept on a white butterfly necklace throughout the entire filming, as she first wore a black pajama shirt with pants.

She stood in a bedroom with a Korean actor near her age, portraying her abusive boyfriend. She faced the camera, questioning what her concept was. “My concept is an abusive relationship. I play a naïve teenage girl who is infatuated with this boy but he’s not all who he seems to be. She left her family just to be with him, too. It’s very sad. Her boyfriend will begin to get more aggressive when things don’t go his way. She’ll even be in denial of what he’s been doing, too.”

“She unexpectedly gets hit by him and he’ll say sorry and say it won’t happen again," she added. "A lot of abusive couples go through that. She’ll foolishly forgive him, believing that he’ll change. And then he’ll end up cheating on her with her best friend. Ah...so, grimy. I thought it was cliché when I was told what I’ll be doing but honestly, you’d be surprised how much this stuff happens. This stuff happens in real life. A guy can be abusive but also a woman can be abusive too and I feel as though there isn’t enough recognition for men out there getting abused by women. It could be emotional, not just physical. They may think it’s funny to see a guy get abused by a chick but freak out when a chick is abused by a guy. I feel as though both parties should be treated as serious matters.”

Jen stood with the actor, hearing the director’s instructions. 

“You’ll barge in. Yell at him for forgetting your birthday. We just need shots of you arguing, so improvise, say whatever works.” The director instructed. “Then he’s going to grab you.”

The male actor grabbed Jen’s arms and shook her softly, getting the feel of what he was supposed to do. The two of them end up laughing.

“The actor is such a nice guy, so it’s going to be interesting working with him because he’s so nice.” She said on camera. “I think it’ll be difficult for me to think of what to say in this situation since I’ve never experienced it.”

“And...action!”

Jen stormed into the bedroom, watching her boyfriend playing video games. 

Disgust was shown on her features as she sternly asked, “Where were you!?”

Her boyfriend sighed and shot her a dirty look. “What are you screaming about?”

“I said where were you?” She snatched the controller out of his hands and tossed it to the side. “I was waiting for you, how the heck could you forget my birthday!?”

He stood up and got in her face. “What the hell was that for!?”

“One special day and you weren’t there, it’s like you don’t even care at all! I’m always there for you, why can’t you give more to me like I do for you?! This happens all the time!” She exclaimed.

“Cut!” The director announced. “Jennie, this time say that you’re done. And we’ll get into the grabbing sequence.”

Jennie nodded as the actor smiled at her. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He told her.

“I’m sure I can take it.” She reassured him.

“Action!”

“You know what? I can’t do this anymore. I’m done.” She turned around but he roughly grabbed her wrist, forcefully turning her back to face him. Suddenly his large arms grabbed a hold of her, shaking her as she flinched.

“You are NOT going to leave me! You’re nothing without, do you hear me!?” He shouted as she started to whimper in fear.

“Stop it!” She shouted, trying to push him off. “Get off of me!” She finally shoved him off and hastily backed up. “What is wrong with you!?”

He grabbed a beer bottle and threw it near her, on the ground, making her yelp as she started running away. 

“Get back here!” He shouted and ran after her.

The cameras quickly followed them. Jen managed to run into the bathroom and lock the door as a camera was filming her from inside the bathroom. A frightened facial expression was shown on her face as she watched the door shake violently from him banging his fists.

“OPEN THE DOOR!” His scream caused Jennie to flinch involuntarily.

His acting was off the charts. She was genuinely scared as her chest rose up and down at a quick pace. She let out a shriek when he finally kicked open the door.

“Please no...” She whimpered, backing up in fear. He slammed the door shut in front of the camera, as the scene only had the door shown.

“Cut! Good.” The director praised.

“You all right?” He smiled apologetically.

“Your acting is no joke. I was actually scared.” She praised.

After those shots, Jen sat down to get her makeup done, as the rest of the members began their shooting. The stylists had made sure Jen’s eyeliner and mascara weren’t waterproof so when she cried, it could run and be messy. Her cheek looked like she had been backslapped in the face.

Once she was done, the director let her sit in the shower with her knees up to her chest, with water running down on her. She had to cry for this one, so it took her a few moments before the tears began to flow. After they got enough shots of that, they led her to stare at her reflection in the mirror, examining the bruise on her face. She frowned, looking hurt that he would put his hands on her.

“I have never been heartbroken in my life, yet, so I hope my acting is believable for the cheating scene,” Jennie said on camera. “I’m glad I’m doing this cheating scenario, coming up. I feel like in your youth, you will get heartbroken and it’s a part of life. Whether it’s dating, one sided love, death, or any struggle. But overcoming it...I think that’s a beautiful thing.”

Jen had changed into a grey sweater and jeans, her face not bruised anymore. She pondered how she would act if a guy cheated on her in real life. 

“I honestly have no idea what I might do if someone cheats on me. If I had my bat from Danger, I could beat him with it...but I’d like not to get a record.” She grinned innocently.

“I need you two to improvise.” The director said. He decided to let them have more freedom in this scene. “Bang on his chest, yell, scream at him.”

“Can I slap you?” She asked straightforwardly, earning a laugh from the actor and those in the background.

“I don’t mind.”

Getting in position, she stood outside the hallway of the bedroom. Exhaling, she thought of her sister, Vienna. She was cheated on back in high school. It made her never want to date again and just hook up with guys instead of a commitment. She’ll never forget that day of her yelling and screaming at him on the phone, as Alani tried to calm her down.

Jungkook and Jimin were watching her film behind the cameras. They were impressed at how well she was doing, despite her beginning nervousness with the concept. Jungkook had clenched his fists when he saw the actor grab her, previously, feeling protective.

“Go Jennie!” Taehyung cheered her on. Her sad expression changed into a bright smile as she shot him a finger heart.

“Action!”

Jen barged into the bedroom to find a girl in her boyfriend’s lap, making out. She stood there, frozen, as she watched them with disappointment and hurt in her face.

“My heart...” Jimin murmured as he watched her broken facial expression. 

Jungkook felt something in his chest when he saw the hurt in her eyes. It was something he never wanted to see.

Jennie scoffed at the sight, shaking her head as she made her way out of the room. Storming down the hallway, her boyfriend quickly followed her, trying to catch her.

“W-wait!” He shouted. “It’s not what it looks like-“ He’s cut off by a strong slap in the face. 

The slap was heard throughout the room as all the attention was on the two lovers. The sound of the slap even made Jungkook and Jimin flinch as they watched with interest. 

Jennie began to violently bang on his chest, trying to hit him as he attempted to stop her. “Why!? Why would you do this to me!?” She screamed as tears began to appear in her eyes. He attempted to hug her but she fought out of his arms. 

“Get off of me!” She screamed and shoved him away. She stared at him with disbelief as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“Jennie...look-“

“My best friend though!? My best friend!? I knew this would happen!”

“If you knew this was going to happen why did you come back to me!? Why didn’t you just leave!?”

“Because I love you! And I’m so damn foolish to love you but I can’t help it! You’re supposed to be my everything, my heart, my soul!” Her voice began to sound raspy from the anger. “I’ve been loyal to you since day one! Day one! Your ride or die! Your support! Your love and you gonna do me like this!?” Her voice cracked.

Jungkook stared at her as she acted, wanting to walk in the shot right then and there to pull her in for a hug. Jimin glanced at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“It’s just acting, Jungkookie. She’s okay.” He reassured.

“Y-yeah. I know...But I would never do that to her...”

Jimin smiled at his statement. “Oh really? Tell me more.”

“I-ignore what I said, hyung.”

“Sounds to me like you-“

“I think it’s your turn to film, hyung!”

Meanwhile, with Jennie, she wasn’t expecting to tear up so soon, but she got so into the acting, that it worked as the tears streamed down her cheeks. 

“Why? Why would you do this to me? I have never done you wrong! I forgave you for hitting me, I forgave you for missing my birthday but this? My best friend?! I’ve had enough!”

“Wow.” Yoongi looked on with Namjoon.

“I sincerely thought this was real, the way she was screaming at him.” Namjoon glanced at the camera filming their reactions.

After her shots were done, she checked out how it looked from the screen. 

“Ah, I feel like I could’ve done better but as I’m watching myself since they only want the video, not the sound of us arguing, it looks passionate. I’m proud of the results.” She mentioned.

Filming continued late at night. In Hongdae, shooting a scene playing around while eating burritos. The members laugh hysterically as they toss food at each other. Jen stole a bite out of Jin’s burrito, and he shoved her burrito in her face.

“Hey!”

“HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” His trademark laugh filled her ears. “I didn’t think it would be that bad, I’m sorry.”

The next day, at night, Jin is filmed driving a car with Suga in the passenger seat. 

“I’m trusting you with my life.” Jennie teased as she sat in the back with Jimin, Hobi and Jungkook. 

Tae and Rapmon were watching while Jin drove in circles. Everyone decided to go home while Jungkook prepared to film his individual scene in an alley in Itaewon. Jennie decided to stay with him, instead of going back to the dorm like the others.

“I think Jungkook has the saddest story in I Need U. First, he gets beaten up and then ran over by a car. What has he done to the world?” She questioned on camera. “I’m a little worried to see him get beat up.”

“You needn’t.” He said behind her with a smile. “I’m very happy that she decided to stay with me. The hyungs decided to leave. They abandoned me. But not her.”

Jen watched in the background as Jungkook was filmed bumping into some bad guys, played by their managers. When she watched the first scene with him from the camera, she nodded in approval. “Nice job, Kookie.”

She watched Jungkook stroll down the alleyway until he was shoved harshly against the security gate, making a loud sound. 

She cringed at the sight. “Oh dear...”

After filming that scene, Jungkook had his makeup done to look like he had gotten beaten up as they filmed him getting tossed against the gate once more.

“This is intense,” Jennie murmured. 

She was impressed at his acting, he made it believable with his facial expressions. But she had the urge to hug him as she watched him get tossed around. 

When was this over? She didn’t want to see him like that.

After his filming was done, she rushed up to him, pulling him in for a hug. 

“Why do you gotta make things so realistic? That was intense.” She exclaimed as he smiled at her concern.

“Did I worry you?” He teased, feeling happy that she cared so much about him.

Before heading back to the dorm, the two of them decided to go get something to eat because Jen was craving French fries and chose to get a big plate of them so they could share.

“You have salt on your lips.” She pointed out, taking a napkin to gently wipe his lips. Jungkook stared at her with lingering eyes at the closeness.

“There. It was bothering me.” She looked up, meeting his intense gaze. He looked away, feeling his face warm up after being caught staring. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Nah, it’s just that you have pretty eyes.”

“That’s a first.” She smiled.

“No one has never said that before?”

“Not really. They’re just brown. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal.”

“Well, I think it’s a big deal.” He countered. “Let’s go on a compliment spree, back and forth.”

“All right. Your bunny smile is really cute, I���ll admit.”

He flashed her a grin. “You have a nice voice.”

“Your singing voice is very sweet.”

“I saw the video Hobi filmed on Twitter. You dance well. Way different from before.”

“Better than you?” She teased.

“Let’s not get that far, I’m the Golden Maknae, after all.”

“Blah, blah...” She grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them in his mouth. “Eat and shut your face.”

He laughed at her. “Do you think I’ve become manlier?”

“Hm...” She examined him. “Nope!”

“Y-yah!” He exclaimed while she giggled at his shocked expression.

After more chatting, they were down to the end of their meal. "Last piece. Who gets it?” She asked.

“Staring contest?” He offered.

“You’re on.” She leaned in, taking him off guard as he gulped. “Nervous? All you gotta do is blink and I’ll back away~.”

“Never. I’m not losing.” He kept his eyes open, widening them as he stared at her.

Out of nowhere, he grabbed the last fry, shoving it in his mouth before she could comprehend what he had done.

“Wow, Kookie...really?”

“Hehehehe.”

-------

For the next day of filming, Jennie put on a white dress, black heels and red lipstick. “I look old...” She checked out her outfit. “I own this dress, it was in my closet for some time. Colors play a key role for me in HYYH. As you can see, I’m wearing white. What does white stand for? Purity. Red, well, it’s more of an intense color than white. It can mean aggression, anger and violence. Keep that in mind for the future.”

She was briefly filmed sitting at the dining room table alone, with a knife on the table, contemplating in irritation. She wanted to hurt him. Hurt him for treating her so wrong. For betraying her. For hitting her, everything that he had done wrong to her, she wanted to hurt him for.

She stood up, walking around the table until she heard the door open and close to reveal her boyfriend. With her back to him, she glanced at the knife as the camera panned down to her hand grabbing a hold of it, ending the shot as a cliffhanger.

After she finished the individual shot, she bowed. “I am a hot mess in this music video.” She declared with a laugh. “Like they say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!”

----

A few days later, the members decided to take care of some business, doing their respective activities for the day which left the 97 Liners in the dorm to chill. 

Jennie happily chose this time to watch a show that Angelina wanted her to check out, while Jungkook played video games in the living room. As Jungkook gamed, he overheard her talking on the phone as she left her room to walk to the kitchen.

“GIRL! I just finished the eighth episode.” He heard her say and paused as she listened to Angelina speak to her on the other line.

She went through the cabinets as she began to speak again. “This show is crazy, Angie! So many plot twists, I dunno who to trust, hahah!” She grabbed a bag of chips and poured them into a bowl. “Uh huh, yeah that part messed me up...she’s such a bitch, I hope she gets what’s coming to her...But oh my God, you warned me but I wasn’t expecting him to look that good. He’s so sexy, though! His muscles? That grin? Lord Jesus, I’m deceased!”

Jungkook let out a chuckle at her fangirling in her Native tongue. When she was back in her room, he continued to game for another hour until he decided to approach her door.

“Who?” She questioned at the sudden knocking.

“Jeon Cena.”

“Will I be Attitude Adjusted if I let you in?”

He smirked at her statement. “No, Milady. I come in peace.”

“Enter my realm.”

He grinned and walked into her room, shutting the door behind him as he saw her watching some American show with her laptop connected to an HDMI cord on her TV. Her hair was in a messy bun and she wore her Hello Kitty pajama shirt and shorts. He thought she looked cute.

Jen smiled brightly and paused her show to give him her full attention. “Hey!”

“Hey. You free to talk?”

“Yeah. What’s up?”

He crossed his arms, deciding to ask her something that’s been on his mind all day. The sound of annoyance in his voice was heard as he asked, “So, you gave Jimin a massage?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. He complained about his shoulder. I offered.” She shrugged.

‘And not me?’ He wanted to ask, clenching his jaw.

“One of my cousins is a massage therapist and taught me some things when I was younger.” He heard her continue her statement. “It helped me loosen up my muscles when I first began to dance professionally. Now I’m used to the soreness. I told Jimin about the fun fact, and he asked.”

“That’s...actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” He looked down at his feet, trying to figure out how to ask her. “C-can I...get a massage from you?”

She let out a soft laugh. “It’ll cost you.”

Looking up at her, he nodded as his face began to heat up. “Ah, okay. I need to get my wallet.” He turned around.

She laughed at his actions. He didn’t catch her sarcasm. “Get on the bed. I’m messing with you.”

Her statement caused him to reveal his bunny smile on his features as he eagerly sat on her bed.

‘That was easier than I thought. I should stop overthinking.’ He happily thought as she turned her show back on.

He watched her get off the bed, to walk over to her dresser. He couldn’t help but stare at her bare legs in her shorts. Her working out with him has been paying off because he could see the definition in her legs. It was safe to say that she had one of the nicest legs that he had ever seen and wondered why she didn’t show them off more.

‘I should stop looking.’ He turned away, to look at the show on her TV instead. 

After a few moments, the temptation got to him as he couldn’t help but slowly drift his eyes back to her legs, inching higher this time.

“Where?” She had asked him while searching for her massage stuff in the drawer as he kept staring at the back of her legs.

‘A lot of places, actually...’ He thought to himself, averting his eyes from going higher than her thick thighs. ‘Don’t stare...don’t creep her out. Don’t stare at her ass, Jungkook, what are you doing?’

“Hello? Earth to Kook?” Jen had turned around to face him, catching his attention.

“Y-yeah?”

“I asked where did you need a massage?”

“Oh. Right. My back.”

“Got it.” She turned back around to gather up what she needed.

Jungkook stood up from the bed, with his back to her, reaching behind his neck to grab the collar of his shirt. Pulling his shirt up, he took it off and tossed it on her bed. All that was left on his upper body was the short bunny necklace around his neck that she had gotten him for Christmas.

Jennie turned around with bottles of massage oils in her hands. When she caught a glimpse of his muscular back she widened her eyes and accidentally dropped her supplies. The sudden clutter of noise caught Jungkook's attention as he turned around abruptly, giving her a full view of his muscular torso.

“You all right?” He asked, walking up to her.

“Ye-ah, y-yeah, just fine.” She kneeled to quickly pick up her belongings, placing them on the bed.

Jungkook watched her as he replayed her statement in his head.

‘Did she...stutter?’ He pondered as he watched her avert her eyes from his chest, trying not to look anywhere near his way. 

He fought the urge to smile as he appreciated the gesture. The fact that she tried not to stare filled him with pride. He’s worked hard for them, after all. And only getting muscular as the months go by.

‘I’m making her nervous...’ He confirmed.

Normally it would be her that made him nervous. But now that the tables have turned, he wanted to enjoy it while it lasted. 

“You need help with anything?” He decided to get closer to her again to see her reaction. 

She instantly shook her head and took a step back, desperately trying not to look down his chest, keeping her eyes on his face.

“Nope, nope. I gotta get something from the kitchen real quick. Just hang tight for a moment.”

“Okay.”

Once she left, he smirked, feeling good about himself. ‘She’s cute when she’s nervous like that.’ He thought as he waited for her.

When she came back, she had found Smarties in the kitchen and placed them on her nightstand. 

Facing him, she looked up into his eyes, still trying her best not to let her eyes wander. “I’m no pro, I only know a few basics, but it’s more than enough to help me with the aches and pains. I highly suggest a hot bath or shower to loosen up the muscles.”

“Got it.” He nodded curtly, walking over to the bed.

Before laying down, he decided to stretch deeply, raising his arms up in the air. He let out a soft moan as he stretched and discreetly peeked over to see if she was staring. He was not disappointed at the result.

When she accidentally glanced at him stretching, watching his muscles tighten, she quickly looked away.

‘Oh, oh no. No, no, no. Jen no. You shouldn’t be looking.’ She thought nervously.

She’d never seen him shirtless like this before and it was making her feel on edge. It caught her off guard since she wasn’t used to seeing him like that. They were comfortable around each other but something about him today made her nervous. But not in a bad way as she felt like her face was on fire. 

Was she beginning to blush? Thankfully her dark skin didn’t give it away so easily.

“Everything okay, baby girl?”

He didn’t know where he got his confidence from, but somehow he ended up asking her, as she didn’t hear the teasing in his voice. He felt no nervousness at all and seemed to run on his confidence because the sight of her being nervous around him for the first time boosted his ego. Maybe she thought he was manly now, after asking her so many times in the past. 

It felt satisfying.

“Huh? Y-yeah, everything’s fine.” She decided to fix her messy bun, turning her back to him. 

Any way to get away from the sight. They were getting older, so it should be natural that things like this would happen, right?

“Actually, can you check something before you do my back? I think I’m feeling a little sore on my arm.” He made up a white lie, to see her reaction.

She closed her eyes for a moment, attempting to contain her composure.

‘Oh, Lord have mercy.’ She thought as she turned to him. “Your arm?”

“Uh huh. If that’s okay.” He flashed her a smile and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

‘Say no. Say no, right now. Don’t do it, don’t you do it, do NOT do it.’ She tried to warn herself. 

“A-all right, show me.” She took a seat next to him, having no choice but to reluctantly turn her eyes to his bare torso. 

He flexed his arm for her, in a slow manner, revealing the definition of his arm muscles.

‘Oh no, I should not be in this position, right now. I shouldn’t be staring but his muscles are really...’ She ended her thought when he gently grabbed her wrist, feeling the warmth of his hand.

She watched him place her palm on his bare shoulder and he slowly ran it down his bicep, making sure she could feel his strength.

“Riiiiiiiight here.” He declared. “Maybe I stretched it out too much? What do you think?”

“Um...” She trailed off, running her hand on his strong arm. “You really feel tense here.” She stated as he watched her intently.

“Am I? Well, could you...also, massage that as well? I would really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, um, let’s begin with your back first. Lay down. On your stomach.” 

She got off the bed. He fulfilled her request and she sat next to his body. Thanks to him lying on his stomach, she felt less nervous but still felt some type of way about his muscular back.

“Never thought I’d be doing this to you. Jimin runs his mouth. But I like taking care of you, so I can’t complain. You’ve been my dance partner and personal trainer in the gym. I’ve been your nurse, best friend and massage therapist. What’s next on the agenda?”

“I have a couple of titles in mind...” He murmured to himself as he heard her open a bottle of the massage oil.

“I’m gonna need you to communicate with me while I do this, okay? Tell me what feels good and what doesn’t. And the areas you want me to focus on.”

“Got it.”

“And you can ignore me if I end up making random comments, I’m still fixated on Empire.”

“What’s that?”

“The show I’ve been watching. That’s why I was on the phone with Angelina. I blame her.” She poured the oil on her hands. “This’ll be a little cold, but you’ll warm up once your blood starts circulating.”

She ran her hands over his back, straight up and back down as he sighed in content. She smiled at his reaction. At least he was relaxed.

“Did you...do this to Jimin?” He suddenly asked.

“Nah, he wasn’t on my bed or anything. Nothing like this.”

‘Did this pabo lie to me to get me jealous so I could ask her?’ He pondered in annoyance. ‘I’m going to kill him.’

Jen multitasked while glancing at her show and listening to his reactions as she began to rub in circular motions. Jungkook thought her hands felt like heaven. His back was sore from all the dance practices and was grateful she was there to help him out.

“You’re tense, Kookie. Like all over. What’s on your mind?”

“A lot of things.”

“Care to share?”

“Ah, just making sure this comeback is a good one.” He let out another contented sigh.

“I swear, your muscles weren’t this big.” She thought out loud. “I’m not used to seeing you shirtless, so it caught me by surprise.”

“Do you like them?”

“They’re nice. Impressive. Hard work is paying off. I think I’m toning up too, what do you think?”

“Your legs are really nice. I think you should show them off more.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Maybe.”

Suddenly, he let out a soft groan and she stopped.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” She asked in alarm when she pressed into his muscle tissue with more pressure.

“Nah. Keep doing that. It feels nice.”

“Lemme know if it hurts.” She continued what she was doing and made sure to massage his arm like he wanted as well.

After 30 minutes, she noticed that he had fallen asleep and his breathing had gotten slower. She let him rest on her bed, placing a blanket on him. Later, she heard a cute bark and saw their dog Tony trying to jump on the bed. 

Jungkook and Jennie finally agreed to name their dog Tony. It was cute and suited him well. Iron Man won this round but the next thing they got that required a name was going to be Captain America related.

Letting out a giggle, she picked Tony up and placed him on the bed. He went right to Jungkook, walking on his back, curling up into a ball to rest.

Jennie smiled at the cute sight and decided to take a photo for the adorable memory. For a moment, she watched as Jungkook slept and started to run a hand through his soft hair, feeling elated. She then turned her attention back to her show, making sure the volume wasn't too loud to disturb his rest. 

She went through two more episodes while he continued to sleep. 

“No way!” She whispered in a hushed yell, watching another plot twist in the show. 

She glanced over at Jungkook who moved in his sleep. With Tony not on the bed anymore, Jungkook was sleeping on his back now with the cover still on him. She let out a soft chuckle at how cute he looked as he slept. The way his mouth was open, and how he looked like a baby. She was happy that he was resting. He and Jimin had been going to the dance studio more often as the comeback neared. She didn’t want him to work himself too hard.

She affectionately ran her hand through his soft hair again, checking up on him to make sure he was still fine. Then, her phone vibrated and rang at a low volume, interrupting her thoughts as she checked the Caller ID.

Jin.

“What’s up?” She answered.

“Hey, Jennie. The boys are on their way back, and should be back at the dorm in less than five minutes.” He said, causing her to almost drop her phone, hastily getting off the bed.

“Oh, really? Okay!” She managed to say as she looked back at Jungkook. 

She needed to get him out of her room.

ASAP.

She did not want to see what would happen if the guys found him, in her bed, shirtless, asleep. And it didn’t look any better with her hair disheveled. It would give the wrong impression, and they wouldn’t be able to hear the end of it. And the way the guys’ minds like to be dirty, she would like to avoid their teasing at all costs, and she knew Jungkook would want that too.

“I’ll be home soon, at the store. I wanted to ask if you needed anything?”

“Um, yeah, actually, could I get some more pads?” She requested. 

Ever since he caught her when she had her period accident, Jin had been looking out for her, ever since, buying her anything she needed to make her time of the month as painless as possible.

“Of course. I’ll buy two packs. See you when I get home.”

“Thank you!” She said her goodbyes and hung up, tossing her phone on the bed. “Okay.” She turned to the sleeping bunny.

How was she going to wake him up?

“Kook, wake up.” She called out.

No answer.

Sitting on her bed, she started to shake him but got no response. Of all times, he wanted to be a heavy sleeper he chose now. But she was the one who put him to sleep anyway, so she should be praising her hand skills.

It made her happy to get him to relax. The way he trusted her to massage him even though she wasn't a professional. She enjoyed these moments with him.

She shook him more roughly. “Kook, wake up. You gotta get out of my room, they’re coming back soon!”

She sighed at his lack of response. “You mean to tell me I need to pinch him like Jin?” She pondered as she tried to look for an alternative method. Looking around her bed, she grabbed one of her pillows.

“Wake up!” She started hitting his face with the pillow. 

Waking up and realizing that he was getting hit with the pillow, he grabbed a hold of her wrists and pinned her down on the bed, making her shriek in surprise. 

“Oh, hey, you’re awake.” She looked up at him. 

“What was that for?” He asked, sleepily.

“Well, I’ve been trying to wake you up for a while. The guys are coming back. You are in my room. You are shirtless in my room. And right now, you are on top of me, shirtless, in my room. If they see us like this...we’re done for. Let’s not give them something to tease us about for months. And if Jin sees us...” She cringed at the thought

“Yeah, we’re dead.” He let out a chuckle and got off of her. 

He helped her up and grabbed his shirt, putting it on. Both getting off the bed, they try to straighten up, so it can look like she did not give him a massage.

“Wait! Your shirt!” She called out in panic.

“What about it?”

“It’s inside out!” She hastily took it off him, since it was inside out, and turned it back and placed it back on him. “Wait, we need to fix your hair!” She started messing around with it, trying her best to make it look neat as he laughed at her attempts. “This isn’t funny!”

“It kind of is.”

“Okay, now go. Play video games, act normal.” She pushed him out of her room 

"All right, all right. But one more thing,"

"What's up?"

"Thank you for the massage. It felt great,"

She smiled, "Of course. Whenever you need one just ask. I'm here,"

"I'll keep that in mind," he was happy about the offer as he shut her door and went back to playing his game.

A minute later, the members made their way back to the dorm, while Jen continued to watch her show. 

“Jennie! Here are your things.” Jin came into her room, handing her the bag.

“Much appreciated.”

“So, anything interesting happened while we were gone?”

“Nah, I’m catching up on some American shows while Kook is gaming like usual. Same ol’ same ol’.” She smiled.

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

social media’s in a nutshell, but the people who actually use them.

Twitter: So did I you know your an awful person?

also twitter: Racism, racism, racism, sexism, your best friend talking about a dog they saw, sexism, sexism, homophobia, homophobia, homophobia, transphobia, NSFW art from a mutual, transphobia, transphobia, and then the worst take in the history of worst takes by some 13 year old or maybe it was actually 30 something you can’t tell.

YouTube: “why YouTube has become a capitalist hellhole for anyone who dares speak about anything not consumer friendly: A video essay” 4 hours and 50 minutes long, 40,895 views.

also YouTube: “me and my friend are mermaids btw here’s how to do the mermaid spell! Easy in 1 step!” 26 minutes long.

also also YouTube: “I COMMITED TAX FRAUD AND TRIED TO OUTRUN THE AUTHORITIES CHALLENGE 24 HOUR CHALLENGE PART 1 OF 279” 10 minutes long and has almost a billion views.

also also also YouTube: “beheading” 13 minutes long, with 1,600 views.

ALSO ALSO ALSO ALSO YouTube: “HUGGY WUGGY TOILET NAKED VORE?” 20 minutes long, 8 million views.

4chan: be me> sexless loser> finds amazing wonderful woman who loves me for me> she’s fat> keep her until someone else comes> me and her do exercise and eat better> she becomes 100/10> gets married> has kids> love of my life>

also 4chan: ROBOTS, /B/ WE MUST UNITE THIS FUCKER BLENDERED A CAT WE MUST KILL HIM>

THAT (insert string of slurs) WILL GET WHAT’S COMING TO HIM>

FOUND HIS ADDRESS AT 404 CATBLENDER MAN STREET>

AUTHORITIES CALLED I GOT THE RSPCA AT THE HOUSE LETS GO /B/ FUCK YEAH THIS IS A WIN FOR ALL THE ROBOTS LETS GO>

also also 4chan: *the most graphic picture you have ever seen that haunts your soul and your life you will never be the same* hey /b/ look what I found>

also also also 4chan: guys, *insert the most out of pocket slur filled green post you hav ever seen* and that’s why I think (insert minority) are degenerates>

tiktok: *video of hatsune miku dancing with the caption* it’s not okay to encourage ED$ instead be kind and respectful and not be f@tphobic and @blei$t

also TikTok: *a video plays before quickly cutting out replaced with a new one* YOU ARE MAKING PEOPLE UNALIVE THEMSELVES WITH THIS TIKTOK GET HELP TRANS PEOPLE AREN’T GŘOÖMËRS AND PDFILES YOU ARE AWFUL!

also also TikTok: *a video plays of a montage of red and black text* you never saw me as real, you never saw me. I’m going to k1ll myself soon, life is too hard my parents have taken away my ps5 and my phones I am making this on my friends phone. Good bye cruel world.

also also also TikTok: *dangerous things happen in quick succession* “so that’s how you do a deep clean of your home!” comments : girly😭 NO you can’t use 🔥 on wooden floorboards 😰

comments: 💀💀💀 bro’s using chemical weapons to clean her sink💀💀💀

Comments: BLEACH IN YOUR FISHTANK? GIRL ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOUR BF’S DISCUS😬

comments: okay you did so many things wrong here and genuinely I’m surprised your are still alive-1

Cleangirly: no it was pretty safe idk what you mean🤷‍♀️

Comments:WHAT DO YOU MEAN SAFE? YOU SET A FIRE TO CLEAN THE FLOORBOARDS?-2

Also also also ALSO TikTok: *a video explaining why if you hate the color blue your a narcissist* yeah anyone who hates blue is a big red flag girlies

Tumblr: “guys penis” 1 million notes

also tumblr: *a long post explaining the intricacies of sexuality, sexism, the queer identity, toxic masculinity, and how colonialism and racism plays into it.* so yeah long post whoops.

reblog: *the most loaded toxic reblog you have ever seen* woman should all be killed.

reblog: *starts out making some form of sense then devolves* ALL MEN ARE RAPISTS AND SHOULD BE PUT TO DEATH NOW

reblog: *a story relating heavily to the post, which makes the original post better by its addition* so yeah some other re blogs are missing the point but you really put my experience into words thank you <3

reblog: *a picture of the tags filled with the weirdest take you have ever seen* Uhh who are you and can you leave tumblr? Thanks?

also also tumblr: gifly the gif, share gifly the gif because look at him *mindbogglingly fast images flash*

Quora: “why is the sky blue?”

answer 1: because god made it that way in his infinite wisdom

answer 2: because *long winded but concise explanation on how it works* I have a doctorate in this subject.

awnser 3: Long story short, it’s not blue it’s the ozone or something.

Facebook: “meemaw want to add you as a friend” *presses yes, anyone you have ever known tangentially appears in the Facebook friends page*

Also Facebook: “Gerald is my husband who I love”

Comments: that’s nice Geraldine, happy anniversary

Comments: *long winded conspiracy theory* that’s why the illegals want to rule the world and destroy us all

also also also Facebook: *random 5minute crafts video* TOP TEN LIFE HACKS FOR COOKING!

comments: oh what an amazing video! -Geraldine

comments: YOU CAN MAKE THE POPPED CORN WITH A COKA COLA CAN?

comments: I am showing this to my dear wife Geraldine. -Gerald

omegle: *video starts live-streaming and you see an older man’s cock* “…” “…” “you 13?” “…” *ends chat*

also Omegle: *you and a guy talk for ages* that was awesome here’s my socials! See you soon friend!

reddit: “why the Reddit mods are power hungry” *it is a screenshot of a screenshot talking about mod abuse.* “REDDIT WANTS US SILENT WE MUST FIGHT!” *deleted post*

also Reddit: “top ten anime wifus in (PEDO BAIT SHOW) and why I’d fuck them”

also also Reddit: “how do you fix a bolted screw valve on a pressure cooker…”

Vine: *5 seconds of comedy*

[ali-anne-undertale-stoof]

The final part of Chapter 4. I told you this was long!

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Chapter 4: Around Town

Back at the shop...

"28, 29 and 30!" Sans knew that the residents of Snowdin were generous, but not THIS generous! Nonetheless, it seems like Cottin didn't pay much mind to it. Heh... pay. "There you go, boys. That should help with the next month. Although you two should probably get real jobs soon."

Huh, turns out Papyrus was right about being truthful about their situation. They did discuss this on the way back, but still.

"hey, thanks. you really didn't have to do this. any of this. it was just a delivery."

"Oh, no, of course! It was no problem on my behalf. Besides, that one delivery must have worn you two out already, seeing as Papyrus is covered in snow."

Whoops! "I-I-I... UH... WELL... IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" The overconfident skeleton puffed out his chest. "UM... I WAS ACTUALLY WONDERING SOMETHING..."

"Oh, you're wondering something, huh?"

Papyrus appeared to deflate a little. He had been thinking about this on and off for most of the day...

"UM... DO YOU... HATE US??"

"...Huh?"

Papyrus began to fidget with his scarf anxiously. "WELL, EVER SINCE THE SNOWBALL INCIDENT, I'VE STARTED THINKING. I CAME HERE TO MAKE FRIENDS, AND OBVIOUSLY, I WOULD STILL BE A REALLY COOL FRIEND!!! BUT... UM... I KNOW I CAN GET A BIT CARRIED AWAY SOMETIMES... A-AND I KNOW IT'S JUST HOW I AM, B-BUT IF YOU'RE STILL WILLING TO HAVE US HERE, I PROMISE, I'LL TRY MY ABSOLUTE HARDEST TO-"

Cottin out up her hands to placate the anxious skeleton. "Wait wait wait! Hold on, relax! It's okay, nobody hates you two!"

Sans perked up. "really? we're not gonna get kicked outta town or anything like that?"

Oh god, where were they getting these ideas from? "No, no! We forgave you for the avalanche, it's fine!"

Neither skeleton looked particularly convinced. Suppose Auntie Cottin has to fix things.

"Look, you two. Before you came to town, life was very, uh, what's the word... boring. That avalanche last week was the most exciting thing that ever happened to Snowdin, at least in my lifetime, anyway. You two really know how to spice up our lives."

Cottin turned to Papyrus. "I saw what you did to the library's sign. It was pretty funny. And the ladies seem to really like your enthusiasm for puzzles."

Then Sans. "And Bun came in and told me all about how you handled Jerry earlier. That was really cool, if I do say so myself."

Cottin observed the brothers' reactions. They seemed to have perked up a bit. Well, time for the kicker.

"What I'm trying to say is, you two breathed new life into Snowdin in ways that we couldn't possibly imagine. And there's no way we're gonna get rid of you, or hate you, or anything like that. And you know, I'm more than happy to help with your rent and food situation. If it means you two can get back on your feet."

That speech... That sent a warm feeling through both the brothers' souls. Sans' smile appeared warmer and more genuine, and Papyrus' eyes practically sparkled from unshed tears. They like them! They're not gonna get kicked out! This is amazing!

Papyrus wiped his eyes. "THANK YOU, MISS!!!"

"Cottin. Call me Cottin."

"THANK YOU, MISS COTTIN!"

"Hey, what's an auntie for?"

Sans tittered.

"...You still need to get a job, though."

"yeah, we know."

The next day, Papyrus decided to practice some ice skating, when he caught the sight of... Were those the rotting crates he performed that song on? And what was Sans doing behind them?

He skated over. "HEY, BROTHER!!! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!"

Sans leaned against the "counter". "selling some hotdogs. they sell fast. do you want one?"

"NO!!! I DON'T LIKE GREASE, YOU KNOW THAT!!! DO YOU EVEN HAVE A PERMIT FOR THAT HOTDOG STAND??"

"wait, you need a permit?"

Oh, my Asgore... Papyrus groaned and facepalmed at Sans' ignorance. He knows how clever Sans is, so why...?

He clasped his hands together and gestures towards Sans. "SANS... THAT'S ILLEGAL."

"eh, it's not illegal if you get caught."

"WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT???"

"dunno, just a quote i heard."

"OH MY GOD... WHEN DID YOU LEARN TO MAKE HOT DOGS?"

"i didn't. i just found these water sausages and decided to make hot dogs out of it."

"SANS, THAT'S CALLED SCAMMING PEOPLE!!!"

"hey, they pay the bills. and it's already popular."

Hmm... Under normal circumstances, Papyrus wouldn't allow this to happen. But since it's all they have right now...

"FINE. I WON'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT YOUR DISHONEST SCAM."

"thanks, buddy. by the way, you found a job yet?"

Hmm, now that is a question... A question Papyrus has to think about. He gazed into the distance, where a lone sentry station sat. It was surrounded by used dog treats. Seems like someone had been smoking them.

"papyrus?"

Papyrus was too lost in thought to answer. The sentry station...

"papyrus?"

[flowersandcandy06]

Long death from the net is long (at least like 2 months or so. Whoops o_o), so here's a very scuffed (a kind of long-ish) update post about what happened while I died

(...underneath the post cut, that is, because CLUTTER!!!!! yea👍)

Awwwwlriight caaammpers!! here's bulletpoint number one: I made a webcomic back in June- (WHAT!!!!!! 💥💥💥💥💥EXPLOSION NOISES BABIES CRYING etc etc etc-)

...yeah

Randomness is where I pretty much grow my dumb ideas at the wall (usually oc related stuff) and I do freak-all with the thing? And my friends and other people can join in and make entries too if they want to and I think it's so fun and stuff!!!! I LOVE RANDOMNESS RAHHHHHH-

Here's the concept art I made for it because "art block bad" and I have/had to destroy it,,,

...and here's the icon I made for the webcomic on ComicFury (host site)

Currently there's like 30+ entries that I (and my friends) have already made for it, and if I were to repost those entries each day to my online accounts, I feel that would take like..FOREVER to do. So I'm thinking that I either post all of the entries all at once, OR I post them every 30 minutes or so on my accounts.....ill think about it 👍

(here's the link to it, btw:

also I would like to add that you can comment on the pages with/without a ComicFury account, but if you want to subscribe to it then you gotta have an account. Just wanted to note that here 7_7)

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Alright,, Number 2: I've updated my personal website a TON while I was away (mainly in the "decoration hell" section of it)

I've also made a new guestbook since 123 Guestbook DIED!! (rip) and I'm currently working on an art archive to put on there as well, so I'll let y'all know when that's ready 👍👍👍👍 [Link]

Also regarding "The Hole" project-thingamajig: I have an idea for it kind of like..."rebranding" it almost??? In my head???? But I haven't executed it yet. Somethingsomething rp with OC's with friends in the same vein as that one sonic sjw blog from aeons ago because the izzzyzzz's video is smeared into my brain, but also not so chaotic as that whole mess was, I think. Does this make any sense to you

[...and here's the link to the hole also]

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Uhhh NUMBER 3: I made a LOT(?) of art stuff while I was dead again - mainly Randomness stuff - but also edits as well, surprisingly enough considering how my electronic drives are literally on life support because of me pretty much (joke)

I'll post them after I post the Randomness pages I think....and I'll get back into the swing of things like how I was doing before B,)

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Number 4: While I was dead I've been sleeping in a lot, sweating very badly (I HATE SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), and oh yea skinning my PC because it's very fun and also I have the valve brainrot still (it never ends) and I gotta express that somehow. I'll post an image of what I've got when I hop on my laptop :0

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Number 5: what else do I add here uhh......oh yea- I've been into visual novels again since I played one recently and plan on playing the totally iconic ATASHINORIRI (banger game 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥) soon. I have so many game ideas in my head still but alas....I am just one girl....with a laptop on life support and whose tablet driver is broken (idk why) so MAYBE ONE DAY!!! but not today.................so sad!!!!

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Ok that's it from me. Um. Have a swag video from YouTube since you read this thing the whole way through and uhhh yea. bye *explodes*

[cobaltaris]

Aris Media 2023 #26: Control (2019)

okay so probably last media post/review until i finish Tears of the Kingdom? kinda burnt out of these but there might be one smaller one soon, not sure, but glad to be taking a break on this note, because holy shit. i found it. the new entry to my Top 20 Games Ever

TAKE. CONTROL

i don't know why i even gravitated to this one for so long, it's been on my mind since release despite the fact i'm really not that into Western AAA stuff - but i suppose you can call that some kind of Altered World Event :v

and now that i HAVE played and beaten it, well. my assumptions were right! i. y'all. this is what video games are about

the mystery about the Bureau, Jesse, the Hiss, Trench...fuck, everything ABOUT this game interested me and had me hooked deep, from beginning to end. a place where reality is on the brink, a brink that somehow everyone is processing rather well, all while Bill Nye's long-gone cousin goes on about how great said Bureau and himself is in some video recording. finding yourself going from the smoothness of a white office to a hotel seemingly woven by dreams itself. normal objects we know from everyday life imbued with higher power. it's. very very fucking good worldbuilding.

i think what i admire most about Control is how it twists everything that is expected out of something like it. from the locations constantly being distorted, to the very out-there abilities Jesse gets, casual communication with the dead. the Ashtray Maze segment. fuck, it's so good and NEVER lets up,,,

plus Jesse and the whole cast are, genuinely great? i loved her dynamics and inner thoughts, especially with Polaris! i like that she's both brutally honest and can still drop a quip every now and then without feeling forced. Emily, Marshall, and Darling were also all really well written, and genuinely had me concerned/Other Emotions That Would Be Spoilery to Say whenever trouble was brewing. i was engrossed in all of it, but the best part is, it plays well too!!

i was so ready for the gameplay to be middling and for this to be 90% narrative driven, but no! they do a TON of good gameplay scenarios in both the main story and the side missions. the abilities you get along with the fact you take more damage when still lends Control to have very unique gunplay and combat, constantly on the move and giving it a bit of a platformer feel at times! Launch. oh my fucking god. LAUNCH. best combat ability by far and the moment i got it, i KNEW this game would slap.

the DLC, Foundation, really brings this together with the new area and abilities, so i loved it as an extension of the main story, but didn't get to play the other DLC, AWE, cuz i had save data issues when trying to reload my save so uh whoops it looked like it was mainly an tie-in story anyway so i'm not too miffed. i'm very pleased with what i did get to play, though

if my gigantic ramble wasn't obvious enough, yeah, Control is an EASY S grade, one i actively want to play again sometime too! one of the best modern games i've ever played and it stuck with me all the way, well worth experiencing at least once

[brick1458]

Chapter 3 the princess and sheriff together?

(Pipp's pov)

I just awoke after a long deep sleep feeling one hundred percent better. I'd gotten sick after pushing myself too hard working and giving my fans the Pipsqueaks a look into a day in my life. Sitting up I stretched my hooves and looked around, I was in my bed in the Crystal Brighthouse. But I was missing something, her phone. Last time I saw it had been when... Hitch was here. He'd brought me soup and comforted me, telling me to take care of myself so I could help ponies out, my fans wouldn't want me to get sick just for the sake of pleasing them. Looking in front of me , I saw a few bouquets of flowers and cards. I smiled and smelled the flowers, finding my nostrils had cleared out. I breathed in relief then turned my attention to the cards. First was one from my friends, then my mother Queen Haven, and one from my favorite little trio of Pipqueaks, Seashell, Glory, and Peach Fizz. But there was something surprising in the last two cards.

The first one from my friends was relatively normal.

Get well soon Pipp,

Lots of Love from your friends, Sunny, Izzy, and Hitch

As well as your sister Zipp.

But in my mother's card.

I saw the video of you with Hitch and I must say he is such a sweet stallion. Why didn't you let me know you were seeing him? We must have dinner together with him sometime.

Pipp" huh seeing him?" I repeated to myself " Uh what video?

I looked into the next card and saw my main three little fans and occasional helpers in my shows.

Get well soon Princess Pipp! We love you each and every day and are proud to say you are the pony we idolize the most! Also we are so happy for you having your own knight in shining armor in Sir Hitch!

Seashell, Glory, and Peach Fizz.

Pipp "Knight in shining armor? Hitch?" I asked myself. "What is going on?"

Why were my mom and my main trio of fans here in Maretime Bay thinking that me and Hitch were dating? Looking back over my mom's card I saw the mention of a video and looked around for my phone. I found it in the drawer of my bedside table, how had it gotten there? Somepony must have picked it up and put it in there while I was sick. It would need charging soon as it was down to less then 20%. Opening it i looked at my recent videos and saw the one I had started to make while still sick. I felt revulsed seeing my snooty nose, then Hitch coming in and comforting me , nuzzling my head.

Pipp "Aww!" I said as I watched him caring for me . So romantic. But-

"Ah!" I exclaimed. "Now everypony thinks we're a couple and-

I looked at my number of followers and my eyes went wide as i gasped. "I've reached ONE HUNDRED... MILLION... FOLLOWERS!"

She let out a whoop of victory. But there was still the problem that everyone thought she and Hitch were dating. She had to get out there and set things right. Looking at the comments of the video that showed Hitch caring for her she saw things like Aww what a good coltfriend. She'd make a good mother to his dragon, and the Princess and Her Sheriff.

Maybe she could just post that she and Hitch weren't a couple, as well as let them know that . But what if she disappointed her fans that liked the idea of her being with him? She should probably talk to her friends first. They would want to know she was better.

She plugged her phone in to charge it. For now she'd talk to her friends, and Hitch. Pipp blushed as she thought of what she would say to him. Everypony thought he was her Coltfriend now!

She went down to the lower floor of the Brighthouse. Sunny was in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Oh morning Pipp!" Sunny said with a bright smile. "Uh I have some news-

"Everyone thinks me and Hitch are a couple!" Pipp said.

"Uh... yeah, most ponies anyway. Me, Izzy, and Zipp watched you two though we didn't know Sparky had posted a video till a few hours later," Sunny said.

"Where's Hitch?" Pipp asked. "And Zipp?"

"Oh they both went to Sheriff Station."

"Thanks Sunny I'll be back later."

Pipp flew out the door and went straight to the Sheriff Station. But to her surprise she saw a large crowd of ponies in front of the station.

"Hitch and Pipp! Hitch and Pipp!" the crowd chanted.

"What is going on?" Pipp asked as she flew over the ponies and saw some of them holding signs drawings over and Hitch's heads with a red heart between them and their names at the bottom along with an equal sign leading to-

"Hipp Hipp Horray!" Seashell cried out from where she stood with her two other filly friends.

"Hipp?" Pipp asked aloud. "They've combined my name with Hitch's?"

"Hey look there's Princess Pipp up there!" Glory said pointing her hoof.

That caused everyone to notice Pipp and they began shouting different greetings at her.

"We're glad you're better Pipp!"

"Love you!"

"Congrats on the new Coltfriend!"

"I hope you two live happily ever after!"

Pipp grit her teeth and blushed. Her fans wanted her and Hitch to be together? What was she gonna do?

She entered the station and found Hitch and Zipp inside.

"Oh hey Pipp!" Zipp greeted her sister.

"Uh, Pipp, we kind of got a problem," Hitch said.

"I know!" Pipp screamed. "Everyone thinks we're dating!"

"Yeah," Hitch said with a nervous nod and a blush.

"What are we gonna do?" Pipp asked. "Look at all those... Hipp fans out there!"

"Wow, you guys have a couple name already," Zipp said with a smirk. "You know, you guys might make a good couple."

"WHAT?" Both Hitch and Pipp said.

"Just kidding!" Zipp said, though she wasn't entirely. "But seriously how are we gonna take care of this?"

Hitch took a deep breath. "Well honesty is probably the best thing to do. Come on Pipp lets just tell everypony we're not a couple. They'll understand."

He took her by the hoof for a moment, but as they took a couple steps forward they realized that would give the wrong impression so they let go with a blush. Opening the doors to the Sheriff Station they faced their many fans. This was something Pipp was used to after all those years of being a Princess Popstar, but now Hitch was with in the center of attention. He grit his teeth and his ears drooped, he was also used to having Pony's Attention as the Sheriff but this was a little different.

"Hey Pipsqueaks!" Pipp said waving with a nervous smile.

"Congratulations on getting a boyfriend Pipp!" Seashell said.

"Uh thanks but Hitch and I aren't a couple!" Pipp said.

This caused everypony to release a sad, "Aww!"

"I hate to let you guys down," Pipp said. "But Hitch and I are just friends!"

"But that video we saw of you," Posey Bloom came forward now. "It was so sweet! Even I was moved!"

That was saying a lot, since Posey had been quite an opponent of the Mane 5 since magic had come back to Equestria.

Hitch managed to speak up now. "Sorry to disappoint every pony but yeah me and Pipp are just friends."

"But you are perfect for each other!" Glory said.

Pipp and Hitch looked at each and blushed.

"Uh, thanks for loving the idea of us together but its not gonna happen," Pipp said.

"Yeah. I mean Pipp is beautiful, kind, fun, and generous, but I don't think it would work between us," Hitch said.

"Aww Hitch!" Pipp said with stars in her eyes. "Uh you really feel that way about me?"

"Yeah but not in a romantic sort of way," Hitch said rubbing his forehoof.

"Oh, okay," Pipp said looking down as she turned away with a pout that Hitch didn't see. "Well again I'm sorry to disappoint you guys but Hitch and I are just friends."

The Hipp fans looked down in disappointment. But then Peach Fizz spoke up, "Well we're glad you're better Princess Pipp!"

Pipp smiled at them. "Me too! Now I'm gonna get back to putting on shows and other stuff!"

"If you're single would you care to go out with me Princess?" A stallion said.

Pipp looked at him. "Uh... thanks but not right now. I just don't feel up to dating."

There was a small pain in her chest but she couldn't place it. Hitch had said all those wonderful things about her and she felt he was a handsome strong and amazing stallion, maybe an occasional dork but he was also loving toward both ponies and critters, as well as Sparky. She began to walk back to the Crystal Brighthouse, the idea of Hitch and her together as a couple in her mind.

"Maybe," she said. "Maybe I do like him."

...

At the Station, Hitch went back to work.

"Well glad that's cleared up," Zipp said.

"Yeah, I just hope this doesn't affect our friendship," Hitch said.

"You sure you just think of Pipp as a friend?" Zipp asked.

"Yeah," Hitch said with a little blush.

But as he thought back to when he first saw Pipp, seen her fake flying in Zephyr Heights and how her music had just captivated him, as well as the image on the video of them nuzzling, he wasn't entirely sure.

"Maybe," he said.

[yesokaythatsfine69]

Moments in-between

Description: HC's of aot characters that are all kinda madly in love with y/n, if only just in different ways. Aspects of Modern au.

Character(s): Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Marco, Sasha, Connie, Historia, Ymir, Annie, Reiner, Bertholdt, Levi, Erwin, Hanje

POV: 2nd, 3rd

Warning(s):

A/n: I know I said that I was ending my aot works but after the last episode's intense trauma I need some home groan therapy. Also please don't make fun of me for misspelling both Bertolt and Hange's names continually. Enjoy

Word Count: x

Song: lmao listen to everywhere I go by Hollywood undead.

*none of the gifs used are mine, full credit goes to the maker.

Y/n invites the AOT gang to a party.

You looked around for your friends, having foolish lost track of the chaotic group after you paused to hang your coat up. You warned them all to remain close, these college parties tended to get a little wild for your liking, but of course, they were all too stubborn.

"Hey you! I already said that we weren't playing Lady Gaga here!" Your ears prickled, and you turned, seeing Hanje at the DJ's box. You quirked a brow but made a mental note of where she was for later.

You moved on, searching for the rest of your friends. You opened the door to a bathroom, finding several girls hunched over, puking into the toilet, sink, and tub. Erwin was standing in the midst of the chaos, holding their hair as they drunkenly emptied their guts.

"Erwin? We've been here five minutes!" Erwin looked up at your newfound appearance. "Y/n! Quick, I think something in their drinks made them sick, you need to warn the other people at this party!" You met his blue eyes, "What?" He made a motion with his right hand, accidentally tugging on a girl's hair and bobbing her head. "Hey!" She squeaked before puking again. "Hurry, Y/l/n! They may not have much time left."

You rolled your eyes. "Erwin, they're drunk, not suffering from food poisoning." He looked down at the girls. "Really?" You sighed.

Later, you came upon Levi, who had been keeping a practiced eye on Hanje and other various members of your friend group. He had designated himself the designated driver of the group, which was admirable but you made sure not too drink too much either, knowing that there was no way Levi could possibly deal with all of you being wasted.

Reiner had challenged Annie to a drinking game, and was in the midst of losing miserably, whilst Bertholdt silently cleaned up the mess that Reiner and Annie created with their squashed beer cans.

You also found ymir and Historia cheerfully dancing to Poker face, and you marveled at the way the two seemed to be in their own world. You smiled, at the red that dusted ymir's cheeks and at Historia's hand on her cheek. A crash from the kitchen behind you caused you to cringe and jump slightly, before you rushed in.

Not unsurprisingly you found Connie and Sasha at the epicenter of the chaos. Neither were drunk but both were still idiots. A broken dish and what had been cheese fries was on the floor at their feet. "Hey! What'd I say about getting into their food?" You pointed threateningly at the duo. "If we do it don't get caught?" Sasha had a fry in her mouth and big eyes. "Clean this up, I'll go get Levi." "Oh, no don't get Levi!" Connie whined, waving his hands dramatically. "I'm getting him!"

Marco and Armin had found a old monopoly game and had sat down to play it in the dinning room of the house. You found it especially funny at the amount of girls the two had unwittingly attracted, who sat down to play with them.

"Y/n!" You perked up and turned, careful to not spill your drink. Jean smiled at you, his eyes the tiniest bit lidded. "Care for a dance?" You had actually been expecting this, since Jean's flirtiness doubled with the mix of alcohol. "You look hot, y/n!" He gently wrapped his hands around you as the two of you slid onto the dance floor. You laughed, enjoying Jean's wild dance moves. Finally he popped into a Russian dig, "hype me up best friend!" He called, and you whooped until he ran right into Eren.

"You drunk idiot! Hello, Y/n!" Eren glared at Jean, but smiled at you. "Look at this drink I made! It was clear but now it's brown!" Before you could respond, Jean hopped up. "y/n doesn't care about your shit drink!" You sighed as the two began arguing, which slowly developed into a tense dance battle between the two men.

Mikasa had been with Eren, you guessed most likely protectively watching over him. She watched with you, before you smirked and outstretched your hand. Mikasa took it, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

In the soft glow of a living room, you and Mikasa danced together to an old 80's tune, the rest of your friends giving elsewhere. It was a nice party.

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Y/n wears a skimpy outfit

You smiled at yourself in the mirror, tugging gently on your new top. Oftentimes you found it hard to truly appreciate your body, but the corseted top made you feel like a definite hot girl. You wore long black shoes, tight leather pants, dark jewelry. You just looked ready to step on some bitches.

You exited your room, and grabbed your purse, ready to head out with your girls. Eren was sitting on your coach, playing some video game. "Hey we'll be heading out soon so I left some numbers to order pizza for when you get hungry." You turned, digging in your purse for your keys. "Y/n, I'm not a child! I can take care of- holy shit, y/n!" You turned, Eren had dropped his controller, no longer focused on his game. "You can't go out like that! There are men out there!" You smiled and pulled out ur taser, flashing it a couple times. "I know."

Mikasa exited her room from the same hall, entering the living room. "Y/n, you look nice." You smiled and put your taser up. "thanks Mikasa!" "Wait, Mikasa you're going out too?" Eren stood up. "it's girls night out, Eren." You rolled your eyes. "but I wanna go too!" Mikasa opened her mouth but you beat her to it. "No."

The front door opened and Armin entered, his blonde hair flittering in his eyes. "Hey; Eren, Mikasa, and..." A blush erupted onto his cheeks. "Y/n!" His blues casted panicked glances around the room as if he wasn't sure he should make direct eye contact with you.

Eren pointed to his flustered friend. "See!" Again you rolled your eyes. "You look v-very nice, y/n." Armin mumbled before he sat down. "Thanks, sweetie." Armin's face reddened.

Suddenly the front door to the apartment flung open, allowing Jean, Marco, and Connie to enter. They were in the midst of conversation, laughing at a joke Connie had said. "Hey bitch-" Jean's words caught somewhere in the back of his throat as he saw you. His cheeks erupted into fire and he stopped, causing Connie and Marco to slam into him. "Hey!" Connie looked past Jean's frozen position, and smiled knowingly. "Bark, Bark, Bark! Y/n you look a sexy grim reaper!" Jean blinked as you laughed. Connie slid past Jean and made his way to the kitchen, giving the others a greeting as he did so.

Marco smiled at your outfit. "You look so pretty y/n!" Your cheeks were beginning to hurt from happiness and you wondered if you should wear this stuff more often and not just in your dreams. Jean seemed to snap out of it. "You...you...nice, y/n." He managed to get out, not right before Eren made fun of his stuttering.

Sasha exited her room, and to the delight of everyone gave a twirl in her little dress. "y/n! You look very nice!" She may or not have said whilst grabbing your boob. Historia admitted to helping you pick out the fit, and ymir made everyone thank her for her service.

"you should wear this more often, y/n. Or at least less more often." Annie nudged you from behind. You were amazed at her sauveness but also the blush that dusted the tips of her ears.

Reiner and Bertholdt came through the fire escape (because Reiner has been on a "parkour!" Kick recently. But Reiner made sure to call you hot, (effectively pissing off both Jean and Eren.) And Bertholdt simply blushed, quickly agreeing with Reiner.

Finally Hanje, Erwin, and Levi arrived, Levi bringing leftovers from his tea shop. Hanje had squealed and called you "hot!" Erwin was certain you were only wearing a bra and refused to look at you, whilst Levi couldn't take his eyes off of you, but said nothing all the same.

"Well ladies, I hope you all are ready!" Hanje smirked. "Who's riding with me?"

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Y/n gets a tattoo

"So...what do you think?" You stood in front of Hanje, Annie, and Ymir, your shirt raised to your underboob. Hanje clapped excitedly. "It looks great, y/n!" "I like the view." Annie said dryly. Ymir nodded. "yeah it's nice, just don't show Historia."

"Don't show me what?" Historia entered the living room via the kitchen. Immediately her eyes found your tattoo, and she smiled. "lovely!"

The others found the tattoo under different circumstances however.

Sasha had known first, since she went with you to get it originally, having helped you pick out the design. By that I mean, she mainly just agreed with whatever you said but helped you out none the less. Mikasa found out before you were training together, (she thought it looked cool).

Eren found out because he walked in on you in the shower. "Shit! Wait is that a tattoo!?" He would've told you he liked it had you not kicked the shit out of him and lectured him about coming over to your apartment constantly, blah, blah, blah.

Armin found out because you showed him, (and he promptly died a bit) but he also really liked it and you invited him to come get another one with you some time. Maybe, just maybe you had a weak spot for the blonde.

Jean and Connie found out because you sent Marco a snap of it, and they looked at it from over his shoulder. Connie laughed at Jean's sharp in take of breathe and Jean tackled Connie. Meanwhile as they fought in the background Marco sent you a video snap of his response.

Reiner found out via a training session, much like Mikasa. "Why, y/n I never knew what a sly devil you could be!"

Bertholdt knew because Reiner made sure to describe it to him in great detail, knowing that the tall fellow would get flustered.

Erwin was probably told at some point but forgot so anytime he sees in you in a bikini or something skimpy he gets his mind blown.

Levi found out because, you may or may not have sent him a snap (with much different intentions then the one you had sent Marco.) Levi thought it was badass, though.

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Y/n kisses the AOT gang

Yes, you had kissed each member of the gang. For any of these bitches, they could get it, let's be real.

You had given Eren forehead kisses many a time between he and you. This had been pretty random but regardless, it was something the two of you did often.

You often kissed Armin on the cheek, pinching them together whilst you smushed his face and pulled him in for hugs. Really, you loved Armin.

You kissed Jean on several occasions, partially because you weren't one to refuse an offer from an attractive man and also it was the quickest way to fluster the boy. He has the king of talking the talk but never actually walking the walk.

You give Marco and Connie platonic cheek kisses everytime you see each other. They also give you cheek kisses back. Marco also gives hugs!

You blow Reiner kisses all the time because that's exactly what your friendship is.

You give Bertholdt sweet little cheek kisses and he's always a blushing mess afterwards.

You give Erwin goodbye kisses and he always returns them.

You've made out with Levi. His tongue's been in your mouth. Yes, you kiss.

You give Hanje cheek kisses all the time. You seriously love this woman.

You've made out with Annie too. You also give her kisses on her neck just to hear her giggle.

You and ymir don't usually kiss, but you and Historia kiss each other's cheek.

You've kissed Sasha smack on the lips before, and you two cuddle all da time.

You give Mikasa forehead kisses because touch isn't necessarily her love language but you know when she needs it.

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Y/n gets into a fight

You don't get in trouble, like ever. You're reliable, kind, level headed. However sometimes you come across a Titan of an issue and need your friends to rally behind you.

Historia will get into an argument for you, but she isn't scary at all, nor is she very powerful when it comes to muscle might.

Mikasa will kill a bitch for you. Straight up. She may not always show it outright but she loves you.

Ymir would video tape the ass whooping of whoever dares to cross you until they tried to come after Historia. Then she's seeing red.

Annie would laugh at whoever is trying to fight you. She won't step into the fray directly until you need her though, she trusts you do take care of it.

Eren doesn't care if they haven't even thrown a punch if they even say a damn thing that he doesn't feel you deserve he will start the fight. He has no self control. He's an aries.

Jean will also fight for you. He'd be a hundred percent more levelheaded about the problem but he won't let you take shit.

Connie will at first be confused and then pull his signature "bruh" face. He'll be the one that takes the phone from Ymir after Historia gets involved.

Sasha will try to protect you the best she can. She doesn't want you hurt so she'll probably grab a spoon as a weapon and charge.

Reiner is just trying to vibe and then suddenly he's pulled into an all out war. Sigh. But at least it's for you.

Hange will find this all very funny, but she'll help out in between snorts.

Erwin will just stand there looking at your antagonist dead in the eye with the slightest raise of his brow. That's the end of it all.

Armin will go all manipulative bestie on however is bothering you.

Levi merely get in between you. He may be short but nothing scare him and he's literally willing to kick some ass if need be.

Bertolt would just take you somewhere else. Yes he's super annoyed and upset at this person, but he has better things to do with his time.

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Y/n gets a dog

To be honest, you'd wanted a pet for a long long time. Living closely with seven other women- and essentially nine men, had made that prospect rather slim, until one day approximately four months ago when you dropped the question.

The response was rather positive, so you carefully crafted a schedule and supplies.

The little puppy had been the runt of the litter, but that didn't bother you one bit (your not so secret infatuation of a certain 5'2" raven haired fellow solidified that.)

You were the first person to arrive home that day, and when you did you hurried to get the house puppified.

Bertolt came by early that day and was the first to see the puppy. At first he wasn't so sure about the little rascal. It seemed so hyper, a little too hyper, actually. But then, it licked him and he fell in love. He actually completely forgot you were even there he was so enthralled.

Levi came by with takeout, and much like Bertolt he wasn't sure about this creature. He'd always been more of a cat person, but even then he wasn't exactly an animal person. Just too messy. But for your sake he pat the pup on the head. (And to both your and bertolt's shock the puppy began to follow Levi around.

Armin loved the puppy. He immediately scooped it up and sang to it. You had never seen the blonde so happy as he cooed over the little Beasty. He raised it up into the air and swung it until Levi yelled at him for waving the animal over the takeout.

Erwin seemed a bit indifferent to the dog, almost as if the animal had just always been there. He did make sure however to share his food with it.

Hange tickled the poor animal savagely, vowing to buy it a sweater for the winter. You told them they didn't have to, but they refused. "What's a godparent for?"

Sasha vowed to help feed it and promised it that she would only buy it the best food possible.

Marco adored the tiny thing. "have you named him yet?" He had asked while lovingly scratching behind it's ears. "he looks like a sugar...or a Coco?"

Connie immediately sat down and started playing with newly named Sugar. "Connie! You're getting Sugar too riled up." Levi warned, but right then Connie was attacked by the tiny pup, and despite the small size of the dog the sheer force almost knocked Connie over. "Tch, idiot."

Jean was the first to take Sugar for a walk and you joined him. Together the two of you laughed at how cute Sugar looked as he bounced around in the grass. You made sure to have Jean clean up after him though, don't worry.

Sugar immediately fell asleep on Eren who threatened anyone that would dare touch or wake up him. Eren was extremely content with this little ball of joy.

Annie wasn't really excited for the puppy but she did promise to train Sugar when it was time, so there's that.

Ymir tried to act similar to Annie but Ymir is a total dog person, and after a bit she scoped up Sugar and put the sleeping pup on her own lap.

Mikasa was just happy everyone else seemed happy. She did sit by ymir though so she could get a few good pats in.

Later that night Historia grabbed the puppy and took him into her room, which she shared with Ymir. Really this puppy wasn't yours, it was everyone's.

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The AOT gang goes to a concert

You pulled into Eren's hand practically dragging him through the crowd. "That's the last time I'm letting you lead us anywhere, Eren!" He groaned behind you. "I thought the sign said Row one, it was an honest mistake!" You shot him a dangerous glare. "It was a sign for the bathroom!"

Finally you met up with your friends, who were all already comfortably seated, waiting for the concert to begin. "Hey guys sorry we're late, we had some...sign trouble."

You and Eren found your seats, "Good news is if anyone wants to know where the bathrooms are.." you elbowed your brunette friend.

When the concert began, it was immediately pretty damn hype. You and Jean clasped hands and danced together, shouting out the lyrics to the first song at the top of your lungs.

At the second song and Sasha took orders for food, and grabbed some grub. As you waited in the unnecessarily long line you pulled her into a hug and took a quick picture.

When you returned you stood by Reiner, but some big headed bastard had moved in front of your spot. So you climbed into Reiner's shoulders and screamed at the stage from your pretty impressive view.

Connie dared you to throw your bra on stage, but didn't actually think you'd do it. His face, and literally everyone around you, was priceless. In fact, you got a round of applause.

Hanje was video tapping about 90% of it, but they often drapped a hand around your shoulders and pulled you into the video, the two of you singing along to the musicians voice.

You and Levi held hands when a soft song came on, him pulling you into his chest at just the right note. You dipped your head into the chin, enjoying the soft thud of his heartbeat against the deep bass of the speakers. It was nice.

You face timed Bertolt, who unfortunately couldn't attend because he had "work". He enjoyed the concert better from that angle anyways.

You and Historia took a ton of pictures! So many! Some weren't even in focus! But you two didn't care!

Marco grabbed his phone light every chance he got and kept accidentally flashing it in people's eyes. He got you like seven times.

Erwin kept complaining that it was too loud, but you literally saw him full on do the sprinkler because he was vibing so hard.

You and Mikasa went to the bathroom together, and you forced her to take a picture with you. You also got lost on the way back but Mikasa helped guide you back. What would you do without her?

When you returned you ran into ymir and Historia dancing together, laughing and giggling. Damn them and their happiness.

After the show you and Armin went and met the people you watched and got a picture with them. They kept referring to Armin as your boyfriend so in the photo he looks like a tomato. He swore you to secrecy.

On the way back to the apartment you switched riders with Hanje so that she could take Eren home and you could just take Annie back to the apartment you shared. The whole way back you just let loose in the car. Annie could be very loud when with people she trusts entirely.

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Y/n flirts with the AOT gang

Unfortunately for you y/n you're not the sad drunk, clumsy drunk, dancer drunk, you're the flirty drunk. I guess there are worse things, though. These are the times when drunk you has flirted with your friends and their reactions.

One time you got blasted at a work party and Eren had to come drive you home. He was shocked at first, but he truly does care about you and is also the most oblivious person ever so he was just like "okay."

Annie was super confused at first, but she actually really liked the attention. She'd never admit that to you though. So she just kinda bumped shoulders with you and almost knocked you down, had she not caught you.

Jean actually almost shit himself your flirting flustered him so bad. But he realized that you were drunk and immediately lifted you up and took you home.

Armin blushed, squeaked, and giggled. He knew you were drunk but he just couldn't help it. He helped you to bed and you fell asleep next to each other.

Sasha took you out to eat immediately after you said you wanted to go on a date with a hot babe like her, because she just needs one reason to go get something to munch on. It helped sober you up and when you puked she held your hair. Besties.

You did have a line though and you never actually flirted with Historia or Ymir but Ymir always took videos of you drunk and Historia always made sure to help you to bed. Those two were your constant watch dogs though when you were having fun.

Reiner "pretends" to go along with your flirting. He really just likes it because your hawt. "oh really? Tell me more about my eyes." He does however makes sure no one messes with you and always makes sure you get home safely.

When you get drunk around Mikasa the Ackerman always just pats you on the head. Sometimes though she makes fun of you.

Whenever you flirt with Connie hes also drunk so he flirts back. The two of you are the most chaotic drunk duo though and always end up breaking shit.

Erwin tells you to stop. "Stop that y/n, it's weird." But he's always blushing when he says that and he acts like a parent. "No, no more tequila!"

Hange will literally just have fun with drunk you. She'd vibe and even give you her glasses.

Marco would think it's really funny, but he'd stick with you for as long as he needs to to make sure you're okay and then he'll take you home.

Levi will look so annoyed and so done but he'll blush and wrap his fingers with yours. Much like Jean, he'll try to take you home as soon as possible. He gets jealous way too easily for this and often he'll stay the night with you.

Bertolt's brain literally melts. Reiner has to drag him away from you. You've broken the poor man.

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They walk in on you changing

Annie- She opened the door and come in without even paying attention, realized you were essentially naked when you squealed. She rolls her eyes, and mutters "look the door next time," but that's a mental image she'll be keeping for a while.

Armin- he doesn't even allow himself a second peak, immediately putting his hand over his eyes. "Oh! I'm so sorry y/n! I-i-yeah!" He practically runs out of there faster than lightening.

Bertolt- He freezes, and you have to push him out. His brain dies and he stands outside your door for several minutes still trying to process.

Connie- he doesn't even notice you, but when you yell at him he simply turns and farts at you.

Eren- "If you were changing why didn't you lock the door?"

Erwin- "I'm sorry I thought this was the bathroom. Did you get a new book shelf?"

Hanje- She comes in, sees that your changing and puts a hand over her eyes, continuing to tell you what she wanted.

Jean- he puts his hands on his hips and smiles, "you knew I was coming, didn't you?"

Levi- he doesn't really care and neither do you (nothing he hasn't seen before) but he doesn't make sure to shut the door and wrap you on the head. "you have a lock, brat, use it."

Marco- opens door. "Whoops." Closes door. "Sorry y/n!"

Mikasa- "hey y/n," just continues.

Sasha had half a donut in her mouth when she walked in on you and then immediately it fell from her mouth when she turned and saw your body. she blinked and quickly bent over, grabbing her donut and covered her eyes, but only partially.

Reiner- "Hey, y/n I- Woah! Nice ra-" you effectively cut him off by throwing a shoe at his face.

Historia- "Oh! Sorry sweetie, you're so pretty, oh my goodness!"

Ymir- after storming in she proclaims, "Historia saw you naked, I have to kill you now."

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They find you crying

We all have those days, and this is when they find you having one.

Ymir found you in the your bedroom, completely bundled in blankets with the lights shut off. She notices that you've been crying because your sniffing loudly, but says nothing about it. "Hey, Y/n, do you have the wifi password?"

She'd leave, but tell Historia, knowing Historia is better suited to check on and deal with helping you. Historia will walk in and raise her hands, in an open hug. You'll wordlessly scootch over and allow her to slide in beside you and gently pull you into her grasp.

Sasha heard you crying and grabbed her comfort snacks, a blanket, and the puppy. All of which she carried into your bedroom. The two of you would sit, eat, and watch some comfort shows. "it's the best medicine!"

Reiner saw your car parked outside the apartments and thought he'd knock on your car window. When he got up to your window though, he noticed the tears that were streaking down your face. He'd immediately climb into the other side of the car, hopping into the passenger seat. You're shocked, having not even noticed him hanging outside your car to begin with. "Uh, Reiner?" "So," he buckles up. "Who did it?"

Mikasa could hear you crying when she was up late at night, (your door had been open a crack.) So she grabbed some ice cream and two spoons, and wordlessly walked into your room. She said nothing and didn't press you for information, and the two of you shared Sasha's favorite ice cream.

Marco witnessed you go full on break down mode after a ROUGH day and immediately gave you the greatest pep talk known to man. You were so amazed at his genuinely kind words you stopped crying, but Marco had become so touched that he had started.

You had actually went to Levi's apartment, and sat with him. He made you tea and listened silently as you told him about what had happened and how sad you felt. He didn't press any advice on you or dry your tears with grandiose words, but he genuinely listened and acknowledged your feelings. Then you cuddled, and it was more than enough.

Jean said something flirty to you and for one reason or another it set you off and tears were aflowing. At first he panicked because he thought he made you cry. When he realized it wasn't him, he gently brought you into him and held you as you cried into his shirt. Finally you looked up at him and he wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, "Would sex make you feel better?"

You called Hanje and told what happened after a particularly rough day, so she and moblit went and grabbed you some takeout and spent the day with you. They even took you to egg the offenders house. Revenge is sweet.

Erwin thought you were sick, so he left after finding you crying in your room, bought you soup, made it and just acted like you were sick. You didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.

Eren saw you crying and then flicked you in the head and promptly left. You were stunned, but also found it funny and confusing, so you stopped crying.

Connie facetimed you and by the end you weren't crying because you were sad, but because Connie's really fucking stupid.

Bertolt noticed you were in your room for a while so he checked on you. He gave you a hug and then asked you very nicely to "stop crying."

Armin literally sat his ass down and stayed with you until the two of you fell asleep. He's a top tier friend who cares deeply about your emotional health so he does everything he can to sort you out. He holds your hand, nods, listens, gives you advice, and agrees with you.

Annie calls you a crybaby but she sits down beside you none the less. She doesn't press nor did she speak. But she wants you to know that's she's here in her own special Annie way.

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“We’re a well-oiled team of military-grade kindergarteners,” his best friend, and the only other human on the ship who would understand what kindergarten was, continued chastising him and his companions. “The level of education and training among the three of you eclipses that of the entire rest of the members of this operation,” Annabeth continued, pointing her finger individually at himself, his pilot Jason, and his Chief Science Officer Nico. “You know, I’m not that surprised with you, Percy, but you are our XO so you should really be more responsible,” he winced at that, still feeling a bit of imposter syndrome at being the Commander of the USS Olympus. “Jason, shouldn’t you be piloting a ship or something?” At that, he saluted her and did an about face before scampering off to get into more trouble. “And you, you’re definitely way too responsible to have gotten mixed up with this Seaweed Brain and Sparky, so what’s in this tomfoolery for you?”

Nico, the only Neptunian on the ship, shifted his large black wings self consciously under the scrutiny of their Chief of Operations. Percy, as the Commander of the vessel, felt obligated to protect his usually stoic and well-behaved… acquaintance? Di Angelo was reserved, almost standoffish, and resented anyone who tried to stick up for him for some reason, but that didn’t stop Percy’s stupid seaweed brain from doing so. Hence the acquaintance. Percy was 99% sure Di Angelo didn’t consider him a friend. But he was nice to Percy and a great officer, so Percy considered him his friend.

“It was my fault, Annie,” he used her childhood nickname carefully, not knowing whether it would soften her up or piss her off more. He was hoping for softening. “It was just another one of Jason and my dumb ideas that we thought we would need a scientist to help with, and we didn’t want to piss off Leo by involving him in it. You know how he is about his engineer and warp cores and whatnot,” Percy held his hands up placatingly. “Leave Di Angelo out of this, he has sciencey things to do, isn’t that right?” Percy side-eyed his companion who (not surprisingly) rolled his eyes.

“I try not to get involved with human pranks or even Jovian mischief, but Officer Grace and First Officer Jackson were about to be meddling with my linguistics team. It isn’t my duty to tell my superiors what to do, so I sought out the next best option, supervising and ensuring no lasting damage was done to the physical or emotional state of the linguistics team. Now,” Here Percy held in a smirk as Di Angelo shrugged. “If they caused interference with the machinery of the ship, that wouldn’t be my expertise, so I allowed it to happen and-” Percy held back a laugh as the other male started speaking even faster to get everything out as Annabeth turned redder and redder. “I’m very sorry about that, truly, but I had no control over the situation.”

“No control over the situation? You three broke our LIT machine and now we have to go back to Earth as soon as we pass close enough to fix it. Soon enough nobody on this ship will understand each other,” the woman across from them crossed her arms and Percy shrunk back a bit.

“I want to make a joke about a machine being called “LIT,” but I feel like it isn’t the right time,” he muttered. “I know the Linguistic Inhibition Technology is important, but most of us have a working understanding of at least one other language, so it shouldn’t be a huge issue, right?”

“You know it works by connecting to the implant technology in our brains, so as it shuts down one by one, members of this ship from spaces stations and planets far and wide will have no clue why they suddenly can’t understand their XO, or their Chief Officer, or their best friend. So you better explain this. And you have to tell them that we’re going straight back to Earth to fix it because no nearby planets have the same brain implant tech as us. Damn Terrans and their brand name technology copyrights,” Annabeth grumbled and finally turned around to walk off.

“Hey, you’re Terran, too!” Percy shouted after her, but she just flipped him the bird.

“She can do that?” Di Angelo asked, side-eyeing Percy.

“Yeah, she’s been my best friend since we were twelve. As long as she doesn’t undermine my authority in front of everyone else, I don’t really care. I’ve done way worse to her,” Percy laughed at the other man’s frown. “Nothing bad, just pranks and things of that sort. Maybe when we get back to Earth we can show you where we’re from. You never set foot off of the training grounds while you were in school.”

“I would… like that,” Di Angelo paused and gave Percy a soft smile.

“Great,” Percy patted the younger male on the shoulder and made his way to the Command Center.

Percy sat himself down in the rotating chair and pressed on the comms device.

“Gooooood evening crew of the USS Olympus, this is your Commanding Officer, Percy Jackson, speaking,” he smiled at the engineering crew that was scuttling by, only for one of them to pause and look at him like he was speaking a different language… Whoops.

“There was a malfunction with the Linguistic Inhibition Technology and we will be returning to Earth henceforth to repair it before the damage becomes problematic. You may experience glitches with your implant technology and may revert to only understanding your first language and those you have studied extensively. If somebody looks like they’re not understanding what I’m saying right now, please escort them to the linguistics team in Science Bay 3. Carry on. Jackson, out.” He clicked again and the mic turned off.

He sighed, this would be one of his bigger mistakes. They were supposed to be exploring, but they couldn’t do that if nobody could speak to one another. One trip home couldn’t hurt him, and he was sure Annabeth would be happy to see her father.

It wasn’t until later after the Chief Officer meeting when someone finally asked Percy about Earth. For many of the non-humans on the ship, Earth was a place to get education and training to go out in the star fleet, and they never set foot outside the campus grounds, just like Di Angelo. But people had stopped asking him questions because Earth was basically “Space Australia,” as Annabeth had explained to him. The adaptability of humans and their need to pack bond astounded many and horrified many others. So, he stopped talking about home.

It was a new member of their ship, Novax (a Vulcan who was a part of Leo’s engineering team), who asked him about it first.

“I hear Earth is 75% made of pure salt water, and is filled with animals of all kinds. Do you have a favorite water animal?” he asked Percy excitedly.

“Definitely dolphins, though they aren’t underwater creatures. Like humans they need oxygen to breathe, and come up for air very often. My favorite actual underwater species would have to be a hippocampus from Neptune. I’ve always wanted to go and see one, but my human anatomy prevents me from going on-planet,” Percy explained and sipped on his hot tea.

“There are a million creatures in the ocean and you pick one that doesn’t breathe underwater?” Clarisse grunted. His Chief Tactical Officer was a brutish Martian, but very specialized in weapons. “And your second favorite isn’t even Terran.”

“What else do you know about the ‘ocean’?” Novax breathed, leaning forward.

“Eh, not much,” Percy shrugged.

“I’m not sure I heard that correctly, maybe my LIT unit isn’t functioning well,” another member of engineering asked, Nyssa. “Your planet is 75% water and you don’t even know what is inside it?”

“I could tell you about the people who spend their life learning about what survives in the deep depths,” Percy looked up, knowing he had all of the non-Terrans hooked on every word. Even Di Angelo had paused in his note taking and was staring wide-eyed at Percy. “But I don’t know if you’d want to know.”

“No we do!” Nyssa exclaimed. “There are people who dedicate their lives to a place that’s literally not navigable by humans, the main inhabitants of the planet?”

“Well as you said, most of the planet is water. Which means that coastal communities are filled with fisherman, whalers, swimmers, and more. I could tell you about some of those. I could also tell you about the scientists that spend years of their lives building bots that can’t even come close to withstanding the pressure at the deepest depths without imploding, or I could tell you about those that do come close,” he shrugged.

“What happened to those?”

“The video feed cut out after only seeing multiple rows of sharp, jagged teeth,” Annabeth answered, her sharp grin frightening those who hadn’t noticed her. Some forgot that she was Terran, because she was also half Minervan.

“I could tell you about whales. Beautiful, they come in black and white or grey or blue. But they can be as big as almost 100 feet long. That’s as long as most pirate ships. And they could fit about 400 average sized humans in their mouths. You don’t want to cross one of them. And they only live on the surface. The things that live in the deep,” Percy shuddered for effect. There were no Neptunians on the ship, so there were no natural water dwellers there, so all of his rapt listeners were shocked by this information. “There’s the anglerfish. They light up the dark with an antenna on top of their heads, and the light lures in prey. But it’s so dim elsewhere that you don’t see their big sharp teeth until you’re right up against them,” he murmured. “Giant squids are almost as big as whales but not nearly as peaceful and beautiful. They have eight arms and two tentacles that could wrap around any boat and crush it.”

“Ten limbs?” Nyssa whispered, clearly disturbed.

“Plus, the Portuguese Man o’ War,” Percy shrugged nonchalantly. “Also known as the floating terror. It’s like a big blue jellyfish that sits innocently on top of the water with huge blue tentacles that sit just underneath with a sting strong enough to kill a full grown human.”

“Don’t worry,” Annabeth grinned that shark grin again. “Percy won’t tell you about the stories of the old days. He doesn’t want to scare you.”

“That was the not scary part?” Novax gulped.

“Anyway, I just got notified that we’ll be back on Earth in a few days, so brace yourselves,” and with that, she stood and left them all staring after her. When the door clicked shut, Percy had all eyes back on him. He shrugged.

“Don’t look at me. I wasn’t going to tell you about the kr- nevermind,” he stood. “Di Angelo, with me,” the younger officer stood, back to business and was at Percy’s side again in a moment. “Clear your schedule, you’re spending shore leave with me, pal.”

“Great,” came the deadpan reply.

“Don’t sound so somber,” Percy rolled his eyes. “I’m just going to show you the beach and maybe a good gay bar. You need to let off some steam my dude.”

The other male reddened.

“That is so… That is…” he huffed. “Highly inappropriate.” he glared down at the ground and Percy felt a little bad, maybe the guy wasn’t out? But it was clear he had a preference for males. Oh well, that foot was already in Percy’s mouth.

“Fine. But I will be attending and I am a great dancer so you’re missing out,” he winked at the flustered officer and made his way back to his cabin. It would be an interesting few days.

He made a plan with Annabeth. Day one before shore leave, Percy would spread a rumor to Novax about the kraken. Bigger than a giant squid and meaner. Known to crush entire pirate ships in the olden days.

Day two, Annabeth would mention sirens to Nyssa. Hideous creatures that could lure you in with their voices and lead you to believe you were bringing your ship in to everything you ever wanted, when in reality you would crash your ships and then drown.

Day three, Percy would tell Leo about the Megalodon. A definitely very real shark so big you couldn’t even imagine it. Percy shuddered at that one.

“But, there are some good things,” Percy was speaking to Nico Di Angelo from his Commander chair, in ear shot of some of the participants of the conversation a few nights prior. “Mermaids, the siren’s nicer cousin species. And the lost city of Atlantis. Known to be a great and bountiful city, lost to the sea and cursed by the gods to be stuck down there forever. Some believe it still exists, but it’s within the Bermuda Triangle.”

“What, pray tell, is the Bermuda Triangle,” Clarisse sighed.

“Hard to explain. Ships just… go in… and they never come out,” Annabeth shrugged. “Planes go down. Ships wreck. People who go in don’t come back out, so we don’t know if Atlantis is really there or not.”

“That’s… terrifying,” Novax whispered as he walked by.

Percy was sure he had created a healthy fear of Earth’s oceans in his crew. And he meant to, because while he loved the beach and swimming, he did want to make them shy away from the depths. They wouldn’t do well to explore it.

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Zoo Date (Underfell X Reader)

Underfell Sans- 

You had dragged Sans to the zoo to show you the wonders of the zoo. He was, of course, hesitant at first. But when all you did was just look at animals and even learn something about em, he was content. You then made it to the reptiles and Sans found the alligator enclosure.

He stopped in his tracks and literally stared at the giant reptile. It stared back and they had a staring contest. You notice San’s absence and see that he’s looking at the alligator. You giggle as you approach him.

“Did you find an animal you like?” Sans smirks and nods.

“Yup, we’re giving each other death glares,” You snicker.

“Yeah, If you were to turn into an animal, it’d definitely be an alligator, they’re smart, cunning, fast, insanely strong, and they care for their family! Have you SEEN a picture of an alligator mom carrying her babies?!” Sans shakes his head. You quickly pull your phone out and bring up a video of a mom alligator carrying her babies in her mouth.

“Aww, that’s cute. Ya know, for a carnivorous beast-” He pauses when you lose your grip on your phone and it lands in the enclosure. You both stare at it, not sure what to do.

“Whoops, my bad,” You mutter, Sans bursts out laughing.

“Hahahaha! Holy shit, that was amazing… Don’t worry sweetie, I got i-” The alligator zipped across the enclosure and grabbed the phone with its teeth just as Sans was about to use his magic to get it. 

“Oh you little- GIVE IT!” He growled, trying to use his magic to pull the phone out of the alligator's grip. It only bit down on the phone harder. Eventually Sans’s magic does get the phone back… but it’s absolutely destroyed.

“. . . Shit. I’ll get you a new one,” Sans mutters, rubbing the back of his skull awkwardly. You quickly wave your hands in protest.

“No, no! I was the one that dropped it. I’ll just get a new phone when I have the chance… The SD card is okay at least so that’s good,” You say as you examine the remains of your poor phone. Sans hums in thought before gently grabbing your hand and leading you towards the gift shop.

“Well, then let me at least get you something from the gift shop, as an apology,” You sigh.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Sans,” He flashes you a grin.

“Then consider a gift,” You narrow your eyes playfully.

“Oh, you sly son of a b-”

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You soon started browsing the many products in the shop, Sans casually following you and offering suggestions towards your interests which was sweet of him. And then you found the perfect thing, alligator plushies. You pick out two, and approach the cashier while Sans raises a brow.

“Why two if you don’t mind me asking?” You smile sweetly, paying for one of the alligators and handing it to him.

“A gift, to remember the absolute hilarity of this trip,” Sans smiles as he pays for your alligator and looks at his.

“I’m going to name mine ‘lil shit,’” You laugh out loud.

“Then I’m naming mine ‘phone destroyer,’” Sans smirks as you both leave the giftshop and out of the zoo.

“What if we made a lil story for em?” You gasp dramatically and hug your plushie.

“That’s a great idea! So, what if-” So the two of you begin making lore for your alligator plushies because you could and it’s fun damn it. Least to say, you enjoyed your trip to the Zoo. :)

Underfell Papyrus-

Papyrus was actually the one to bring you to the zoo, all because of an event being hosted near the African wild dogs exhibit. And that event would be learning a lot more about them! To say you were stoked was an understatement, especially since you were going with your favorite skeleton! Papyrus pays for the tickets and the two of you approach the event.

“Hey Paps, what made you want to go to the event anyway?” You ask out of curiosity, Papyrus glances at you.

“WELL, IT’S BECAUSE I RESPECT THEM OF COURSE. SEE, AFRICAN WILD DOGS ARE KNOWN TO BE FAMILIAL CREATURES, THEY CARE VERY MUCH ABOUT THEIR OWN KIN THAT THEY LET THE WEAKER EAT FIRST WHEN THEY CATCH THEIR PREY. SO, LIKE ANY REASONABLE PERSON, I’D LIKE TO LEARN MORE ON THE VERY THING I RESPECT AND LIKE,” a smile slowly creeps onto your face.

“Yeah, that sounds like something you’d do. And while we're here, I can teach you about my favorite animals if you’d like!” Papyrus smiles softly. 

“OF COURSE. PERHAPS EVEN EAT AT THE ZOO RESTAURANT. AN EXCELLENT PLACE FOR A DATE,” You gasp excitedly.

“Oh my goodness yes! We’ll be able to eat AND look at animals at the same time!” His smile grows.

“PRECISELY! THE PERFECT DATE FOR MY AMAZING DATEMATE! COME ALONG, THE EVENT IS STARTING SOON,” He gently grabs your hand and leads you through the zoo to the event where a little stage was set up by the African wild dogs exhibit. You and Papyrus watch and listen with interest, especially when they fed the wild dogs, Papyrus was very entertained by it. When the event was over, Papyrus brought you to the Zoo Restaurant which had a good view of various animals.

You watched them in awe while Papyrus looked over the menu. When the waitress came by, he ordered for himself and got you your favorite since you were so engrossed with the animals. The food arrived quickly and you both ate and chatted while observing the nearby animals. 

Papyrus pays for the food and off the two of you went to look at the other animals at the zoo before going home. While looking at the hippos, you suddenly turn to Papyrus.

“Wait here!” You exclaim before running off, he raises a brow but does what he’s told. You soon return with a gift shop bag and hand him an African wild dog plushie. He looks at it curiously.

“WHAT’S THIS FOR?” He asks a little confused but is grateful for the gift, you smile widely. 

“Well, you said that they’re family dogs so I got a bunch of plushies to give to everyone so we can make our own little African wild dog pack!” Papyrus stares at you before tears of happiness well up in his eyes, holy shit, you’re so fucking precious. He gently hugs you.

“YOU’RE TOO GOOD FOR US… FOR ME…” He mutters, you pat his back.

“And you’re the best skeleton in the world. Now that we’re done stating facts, wanna go home and surprise the others?” He smiles as he pulls back from the hug.

“I’D LOVE THAT.”

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