#stop calling it korean thanksgiving

[windintheeaves]

I FORGOT TO POST ABOUT CHUSEOK

happy chuseok, happy mid-autumn festival, happy all harvest moon festivals!!

may our ancestors be happy, our families be healthy, and our souls at peace. much love to everyone celebrating, especially those who cannot return home!!

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x9, A Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving, Part IV

I just realized the winter carnival episode is next and tbh I'm pretty stoked about that one.

Ugh, someone left Gilmores on my front porch. Fetch me my broom. Shoo! Shoo! At Thanksgiving number one, we find out Lane is spinning yet another tangled web of lies to ensnare Soggy Rygalski (my new pet name for him, don't ask). Mrs Kim thinks Soggy is actually in a Christian band that Lane discovered through church and not a sinful rock band. Mrs Kim serves Tofurky and I feel as if our little vegetarian diner rat would have enjoyed that.

Welcome back, Soggy.

Dang. When Rory sees how people like her mother and Luke and Mrs Kim treat their employees, it's no wonder she doesn't want to get a job! Bad dum tssssh. Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all night.

Why did I remember that scene as being a lot longer than it was? It lasted less than three minutes. Weird!

Onward, from Soggy to Sookie.

"According to the National Fire Protection Association: deep fryer fires cause an average of 5 deaths, 60 injuries and more than $15 million in property damage each year. Deep-frying turkeys has become increasingly popular, but the new tradition is a recipe for holiday tragedy."

Men, eh? One minute they're lying about turkey preparation and the next they're lying about having a vasectomy.

Rory looking gravely concerned or lost in thought as usual. Thinking deep thoughts about frying. Asked Sookie not once but twice "What do you use the oil for"?

Granny creakily rising from her lawn chair to join the hordes of Jackson's screaming white trash relatives has to be one of my favorite bits in this episode (maybe the season?) so far.

Gather round, white trash young and old. Your king has arrived.

THE FACES!

This whole scene is top notch. I tip my hat to you, Miss AmyShermanPalladino. After departing the white trash jubilee, it's time to circle back to Lukes. I know small business owners are hard working people who don't always have the luxury of shutting down and taking a break, but do you think he ever closes the diner? For anything? Christmas Day? Yeah, I'm sure ya'll can name a few times on the show where he closes up shop (would actually be interested to hear what they were). It wouldn't matter. He'd try to close on Christmas Day and the Gilmores would show up anyway and demand to be served instead of drinking eggnog in their own home. For Christmas, Lorelai should buy Luke a massage. (A LEGITIMATE MASSAGE. You filthy readers).

Mommy Daddy please stop fighting

*smashes Jess and Rory together like I'm 9 years old forcing two Barbie dolls to make out*

Alarming to see Lorelai treat Jess this nicely because I worry she may be ill. Or possibly delirious from hunger (she didn't eat at Sookie's or Lane's, she threw out Mrs Kim's tofurky and just gawked at Sookie's house). It looks like Luke was nice enough to give Jess the day off, but Walmart (and its Hunger Games-style Black Friday festivities) may still be calling. Is this the first real, hot, home made, lovingly prepared holiday meal anyone had ever served him in his entire life? (I'll give partial credit to The Bracebridge Dinner). No street wieners for Jess Mariano this Thanksgiving! Jess says he's starving, but Luke told him not to eat until the Gilmores arrived first. That's some grade a bullshit.

All he wants this Thanksgiving is for his fellow white people to Check Their Privilege. Good luck with that, Lucas.

Serving lewks. Luke has just served the table four heaping plates of hot food and upon hearing that the Gilmores will be trotting off to the McMansion next, presumably to eat way fancier, he says they can just throw everything the fuck out and drink soda if they want. Kay... Jess: Please, Uncle Lucas, don't take away my hot meal. I'm ever so hungry.

A screen shot of Milo eating makes a great gift or any holiday or special occasion.

How DARE you Lucas. You are not going to make my poor tired boy serve coffee to the Gilmores on Thanksgiving Day! Lorelai's your ball and chain, you do it.

Yeah, what a pity that not everyone can kiss like Dean.

"You and Jess are a couple of chickens pecking each other." Yooo, it's about time you pick a lane, Lorelai. You're confusing the poor girl. The last time an adult got wind that Jess and Rory were about to peck like chickens The Incredible HulkLuke smashed down the door and put those two chickens out to pasture. Rory: Mind your own business. Lorelai:???????? I assure you she does not know the meaning of the phrase. R: I'm not good with public displays. L: You didn't have that problem with Dean Me: Trying fruitlessly to remember any scene where Dean and Rory passionately made out in public or showed any sort of affection with each other anywhere that Lorelai could see it R: I don't know how this first second boyfriend thing is supposed to go. L: Well he's your first second boyfriend so give it time. R: The whole town got used to me with Dean. L: It'll get easier, you'll have hundreds of men. Well maybe not hundreds. A couple. Three more. Dean again, Logan, then Logan again. L:They'll adjust to seeing with you Jess! R: What do I do about Dean? L: Well he'll move on too. All this sensible advice coming from Lorelai? It is truly the Thanksgiving of Miracles.

God bless you, Babette. God bless you.

The next scene, a Friday (Thursday) Night Gilmores Showdown at the McMansion goes on for around 8 minutes which is going to feel like more than an hour in Salty Time. I'm going to wilt.

[solipseismic]

it’s ok you guys can stop calling chuseok “korean thanksgiving”. you can just call it the autumn harvest festival. it’s ok i promise.

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

DEMPY! We know Maddie loves to cook, and I know your stomach is never ending, so what are some of your favorite things she makes? What are your favorite dinners to share with her? Also our next double date is going to be at one of our houses I’m not having you attempting to strangle my German across the restaurant table again

First of all, HE STARTED IT! I don’t care what kind of sappy tricks he’s pulling on you. If you’re listening, Richtofen, I’d- *pauses to take a deep breath and roughly sighs* Whatever. It’s a long story… But I’d be more than happy to do a double date at one of our houses again. It’s probably for the better. Now, about her cooking. I had no idea she enjoyed so many different kind of meals! I clearly hit the jackpot when she told me what people were having in the 50s.

I saved you from jello dinners and ham and banana hollendaise!

You sure did, Maddie. *shudders at the thought of jello* Back on topic, I ended up expanding my palate with all the amazing stuff she’s made for me. You know what they say, the way to someone’s heart is through the stomach.

For starters, when I was sick, she made this chicken and rice porridge for me. It’s simple and yet so savory. It’s easy on the stomach too. I always look forward to when she makes it to help me feel better or when it’s cold outside. Now that I’m in New York, I need whatever I can get to fight the kind of winters I have to put up with now.

Then, there’s this one dish she taught me about called… uh, I don’t want to be jerk and pronounce this wrong, but it’s nicknamed K-Army Stew (Budae Jijae). And man, is it awesome! And it’s got a bit of American influence too! Turns out at the end of the Korean war, U.S. Army rations were used when food was scarce. And they were able to make something really great out of a tough situation. It’s basically a spicy stew where you can add whatever you want! Maddie usually adds noodles, Chinese sausage or hotdogs (I prefer hotdogs), kimchi, mushrooms, baby bok choy and a few dumplings to top it off. Damn it, just thinking about it makes me hungry…

I also better highlight a dessert too, right? Because it’s almost Thanksgiving, I better bring up the butterscotch cinnamon pie! It’s a pudding pie but she makes it from scratch. It’s perfect. It’s sweet but not too sugary and it screams comfort food. It has the same texture of pumpkin pie, only with butterscotch and cinnamon instead. I honestly prefer it over pumpkin pie. I only worry because Maddie never looks relaxed when she bakes it.

That’s because I nearly messed it up one time when I got to the step of stirring the melted butter and brown sugar. If you stop for a second, it’ll crystalize and harden. And I don’t want to start all over again!

But you always turn out fine, right?

I don’t wanna jinx myself.

I know you won’t, cupcake. But yeah, that’s just a few to name. I’d go on about her yakisoba or the HUGE ASS T-bone steak she grilled for me but you can only fit so much. In fact, why not come over to our house for dinner? You’d be able to try for yourself! But keep the German on a leash. I don’t want him going upstairs when I’m not looking.

[paperdrita]

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[smallix]

Shipping will be delayed because of Thanksgiving day in Korea.

Producing charms will be done until 17, but the delivery service will not working while 17 to 22(Korea standard)because it is holiday for thanksgiving day. The goods will be ready to delivery before that day, so I will start to send all orders as soon as the holiday is over. I didn’t expect there was Thanksgiving day when i start this...

My PayPal account is suspended  and it seems they will not lift it😡( I still don’t know why. their service center for Korean is shut downed because of COVID. maybe I have to call for help to my cousin lives in USA 😢). So maybe i have to find another way to transaction in case of refunding or selling stock.

but the shipping won’t stop even if I can’t withdraw money. So don’t worry.

[alpacaparkaseok]

Mine

5. Draw me like one of your French girls

Genre: Min Yoongi x oc

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.3k

At this point, I’m seriously considering commissioning my own fanart.

It all started the next morning at our first press release. Somebody had the bright idea to show me some fanart that’s been rolling in the past few weeks of a certain k-pop rapper and I. Not gonna lie...we look good together.

Too good.

Then again, everything about Min Yoongi has seemed pretty good since I woke up to a couple more texts from him this morning. I passed out after his late-night/early morning apology, but he sent another text not long after.

4:32 MYG: So does this mean I’m forgiven? Bong-cha made it sound like you enjoy holding grudges.

9:02 MYG: Morning. I hope everything goes well with you today...is it alright if I keep texting you?

9:02 MYG: Just so I can keep tabs on everything. I don’t want this to get too out of hand for you.

Obviously the poor man is just as worried about all of this as I am. I couldn’t help but give a sleepy chuckle when I woke up to his messages.

So far, I’ve done a wonderful job of ignoring how nice it felt to wake up to a good morning text.

I’ve also done a great job at keeping calm and breezing past any weird questions from the current press conference I’m in. That is, until a Korean reporter (I have a hunch they’re from Dispatch) pipes up not only with a question, but with visual aids!

“Cara, do you mind if I ask you a question? Would you like a translator?”

Reminding myself to be gracious and kind, I shake my head. “Go ahead. I should be alright without a translator, thank you.”

The reporter nods, shuffling forward until they pull a paper out of their file in hand. She gives me a sickly smile, passing the paper up to our security guard who does me the honor of bringing it right to my outstretched palm.

“This is one of the newest renderings, I was just wondering how you have been feeling about this entire situation?”

I already guessed what this was going to be about, but the picture in my hand confirms it.

It’s fanart.

To be honest, it’s very well done. It’s a watercolor, the artist placed us walking along a rainy sidewalk. Hand in hand, Yoongi’s gummy smile on full display while I look down at my toes.

Sebastian whistles beside me, clearly as in awe of the artwork as I am. Before me the reporter still wears her smile, waiting for a response. I pass the paper down the line, allowing Rhea to get a chance to admire the fanart.

Maybe it’s the boost of confidence I received upon reading Yoongi’s text this morning that has me grinning back at the reporter with a saccharine smile.

“Did you draw this? It’s very well done.”

Not everyone can understand Korean in this press conference, but the few that do start chuckling. The reporter blanches for a moment, smile faltering.

“N-no, but if you could answer the question-”

I’m sure I look very disappointed as I look down at her. She definitely works for dispatch; she practically reeks of it. Maybe that’s what gives me the boldness I need as I realize that I’m not even her direct target; Yoongi is.

Yoongi’s nice. I don’t think she is.

“Oh, everything is going fine. Honestly, I should get in touch with this artist. They’re very talented.”

The reporter’s eyebrows flick up, sensing a new method of attack. “Were you thinking of commissioning your own?”

“Honestly, I might consider it. Maybe it’ll make my aunts quit hounding me every Thanksgiving about my love life.”

With that, the paper is handed back to the security guard, but the reporter motions for him to keep it. Confused, he hands it back to me. I turn it over so I don’t get caught staring at it during the conference. That’s the last thing Yoongi or I need right now.

As the reporter takes her seat again, I can’t help but feel a little triumphant. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

🌙

12:22 ME: I never said you were forgiven, did I?

As soon as we get out of the press conference we are ushered into a van which takes us to another interview. I figure that now is as good a time as any to text Yoongi back, seeing that this morning I woke up late and was too flustered to come up with a response.

“Who are you texting?” Sebastian asks. “Is it your friend that always calls you?”

I consider lying to him for a moment, but realize that it might actually be nice for him to know. He can keep me from being unrealistic when I start to fangirl.

He may also help me to keep that promise I silently made a while ago: to not go so easy on Yoongi. Right now, it’s proving harder than expected to dislike him.

“Nosy.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes. “You’re grinning at your phone like an idiot, that only happens when you get texts from me.”

“Ha! Right. It’s a secret...kind of. Don’t tell anyone.”

“I’ll try my best not to.”

Taking an unnecessarily big breath, I spill my secret that I’ve kept for approximately 12 hours.

“It’s Yoongi.” When there’s no immediate reaction from him, I backpedal. “Also known as Suga?”

Before Sebastian can respond the ping of my phone pulls my attention away.

12:26 MYG: Oh good, you responded. I was getting worried you were actually mad. So is it alright if I keep texting you? I don’t want to mess with your schedule.

“You’re smiling again.”

I look up to see an annoyed Sebastian Stan. He’s not very good at sharing attention, and it would appear that Yoongi is no exception.

“How strange, I didn’t realize.”

12:27 ME: That’s fine.

12:27 ME: But I am mad!!

12:28 MYG: Hahaha sure

“Cara, we’re here.” Sebastian says as he clambers out of the car. I follow after him, pocketing my phone.

There’s a few cameras outside waiting for us, but we’re able to make it inside the building without too much fuss. Once we make it into the room where we’re supposed to have one of our interviews, Sebastian pulls a paper out of his back pocket.

“What’s that?”

He smirks at me, unfolding the paper. It’s the fanart from earlier. I didn’t even realize that he’d pocketed it.

“Tell Suga I say hi, at least.” He poses with the papers just below his chin, giving the best puppy dog eyes he can muster up. It’s rather convincing, if I’m being honest.

“You weirdo,” I mumble as I snap a photo. I’m quick to send it off to Yoongi, captioning it.

12:37 ME: Sebastian says hello.

Our interviewer is just about to come into the room when I receive a response. Not having the self-restraint to put my phone away, I quickly take a look. Sebastian peers over my shoulder, curious as well.

12:40 MYG: Winter Soldier!!!

12:41 MYG: Hi. Did he draw that?

I cackle, quickly translating the message. Sebastian looks appalled. “I have better things to do than draw fanart!”

“Yeah, like write fanfiction, right?”

He grins at me. “Obviously.”

12:42 ME: No, but he says he’s writing fanfiction.

12:42 ME: We’re about to start an interview rn but I’ll tell him to send you his rough draft later. 😏

Interviews pass, and it isn’t until I’m finishing up dinner that my phone pings with another message from Yoongi. I nearly impale Sebastian with my fork as I lunge for my charging phone; he’d come into my hotel room to eat dinner with me.

“Watch it!” Sebastian grunts, shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming rate. We were promised lunch by Rhea earlier but it ended up just being a small snack as she was whisked away by a long-lost friend. The two of us managed to control our hunger for as long as possible, but Sebastian wasted no time calling up some food for us before we even got back to the hotel.

We barely beat the delivery boy here. He wasn’t all that surprised that we were American. Sebastian had tried out some very choppy Cantonese. What did end up surprising him was that he was delivering a meal to the Winter Soldier. I was able to sneak into my room undetected while the boy’s eyes were bugging out as Sebastian signed his hat.

“Sorry,” I mumble around my food.

9:12 MYG: I’m still waiting for the rough draft.

I translate the message to Sebastian, who cackles and promises to get started on it as soon as possible.

9:14 ME: Sorry, Sebastian said he’s still trying to write it. I’ll let you know when it’s ready!

9:15 MYG: That’s alright. I’ll be patient.

9:15 MYG: I saw a clip from your press conference today.

My stomach lurches as I realize what clip it was that he probably saw. Does he think I’m some crazy fangirl now? I mean, I might be. But he doesn’t need to know that.

9:18 ME: I didn’t get you in trouble, did I?

Sebastian notices my change in expression and shoots me a worried look. “Everything alright?” I shrug.

“Yeah...I just hope I didn’t get him in trouble with what I said at the press conference today. I think that reporter was trying to go against him somehow.”

“He’s a big boy. Did he say anything about it?”

I look back down at the messages even though I already know what he said. My stomach lurches again as I see the three little dots at the bottom of the screen.

“No, not really. He just said he saw a clip or something. He’s typing right now, though.”

9:20 MYG: I thought I was the worrier. No, you didn’t. How was the rest of your day?

“What’d he say?” Sebastian grabs our cartons of food, tossing them into the wastebasket.

“He’s just…”

“Are you blushing?!” My friend stares at me from across the room, eyes wide. “No way! You like him!”

“No! No I don’t!”

“Yes you do, don’t lie to me! You’re so into him!” Sebastians hurries back over grinning wide. “Wow, he must be a good texter.”

That really is helping my blush. “Nooo, he’s not. He’s just nice. That’s it. It’s just fun having someone nice to talk to, you know? He feels really bad about everything and - Sebastian quit it - and it’s just sweet of him to care. That’s it.”

Sebastian stops looking at me with his puppy dog eyes and leans back in his chair, a contemplative look overtaking his features. “I thought I was nice to talk to.”

I pause for a second, breath getting caught in my throat. “Y-you are. I didn’t mean it like that.”

He shakes his head, giving me an award-winning smile. “No, I know. Aren’t you going to respond?”

“Oh! Yeah!” I focus on my phone again. There’s an uneasy feeling rising in me at Sebastian’s comment, but I brush it off for now. He’s always been bad at sharing his friends. He’s the same with Anthony Mackey, I’ve seen it up close.

9:25 ME: True, I’ll let you worry. My day was good, just finished up dinner. How was yours?

“There, I-” I look up proudly only to find Sebastian’s chair empty and the door clicking shut. “...I did it.”

MYG: It was great. Got lots of work done.

MYG: Have you decided if you’re going to come to the festival or not? Also, Bong-cha says hi.

ME: Wow, she can’t even tell me herself. No respect. No, I honestly didn’t even think about it today...but I’m pretty sure we’re all going either way.

MYG: Haha she’s not happy with your comment.

MYG: She’s reading over my shoulder, I promise I’m not reading our conversation out loud. Is your director making you go?

I just miss the chance to respond as my phone lights up with an incoming call.

“Bong-cha, quit reading my conversations you little weirdo.”

“Hey, how’s it going with you? I’m great, thanks for asking.”

“Are you still in the room with everyone?”

“No, just left. You should see Yoongi right now, though.”

“Why?”

“He looks like a kid in a candy store every time he gets a text from you. It’s adorable.”

“Yah!”

My friend’s cackle soars through the phone, and I swat at the air as though I could somehow get her to stop.

“Please tell me you guys are coming to the festival.” Bong-cha’s sudden change in tone has me pausing, chewing on my lip.

“We are. Why?”

“Come stay with me!” Bong-cha shouts. I jump up, a grin already working its way onto my face. “It’ll be just like old times. And, I was looking at the schedule you sent me...there’s a couple of nights where you’re done relatively early. We could go do something fun!”

I sigh, rubbing my temples. My phone is buzzing with incoming texts, but I ignore them for now. “Yeah, that’ll be fun. I’m not sure if I can come stay with you-”

“C’mon,” Bong-cha whines. “I never get to see you anymore. We’ll make it work! Oh, I’ve gotta go, Tae brought Yeontan. But let me know!”

With that, Bong-cha cuts the line and leaves me on the other side caught between excitement at seeing my friend and dread at having to come face to face with Yoongi. Texting is one thing; but actually spending time with him?

“Just be his friend,” I mumble to myself. Settling down, I attack my food once more. The space where Sebastian sat before makes me furrow my brows.

What’s going on with him? I mean sure, we’re really good friends. But we still see each other constantly, why would he be so possessive?

It’s probably all just in my head. My phone light up with the texts I received a couple of minutes ago while I was still on the phone, and this time I physically cannot restrain the smile that comes through as I realize Yoongi is still texting me.

MYG: Really no pressure about the festival. I know Bong-cha really wants to see you, but please don’t feel like you have to come and hang out with us.

MYG: We’re not even that cool, anyways.

MYG: Are you just hanging out with Sebastian tonight??

I stare down at my phone for a moment, the smile being wiped from my face. Plopping down heavily on my bed, I close my eyes and power off my phone.

Yoongi is nice. So nice, apparently, that I can’t even tell now if he’s trying to get me to stay away. The fact is simple: he’s a nice man who has a reputation to uphold and is trying to keep everyone happy. That includes me.

He’s nice for texting me and trying to make sure I’m doing alright. Any decent human being would do that. But there’s also the fact that I’m new to this game in the spotlight and I know that I’m not going to be able to keep my feelings out of this.

I take a moment to breathe, forcing myself to push away the impending panic that sets in. This is no way to live, and I know that I’m only setting myself up for heartbreak when someday I don’t wake up to a good morning text from Yoongi.

It’s only been one day of communicating and I can already feel myself getting too attached.

Powering on my phone again, I flinch at the new texts.

9:17 MYG: Bong-cha just told me her evil plan. 😩 Did she tell you about it on the phone?

9:31 MYG: Sorry if you’re busy! Just text me back when you can. Let me know about your plans for the festival, too.

Even though I’m itching to text him back and waste away the rest of the night talking to him, there’s another more pressing matter I have to face. Quickly getting up and leaving my phone there in order to fight the temptation, I grab my room key and head a few rooms down. A quiet knock and a few seconds later and Sebastian is opening up his door.

He looks down at me warily, and I feel almost like we had a fight because of the way he’s looking at me. Emitting a loud sigh, he shakes it off and grins down at me in a way that makes me question if I even saw the previous expression at all.

“Hey,” I mumble out weakly. Moving past him into his room, he follows silently behind me.

“Hey…?”

Without another word I land face first onto his bed, the action pulling a laugh from him. Good. His laugh reminds me that this is real. This friendship is real, and Sebastian for all his annoying teasing, is a true friend.

Bong-cha is miles away and busy. She’s also biased. So Sebastian is the next best thing.

“I’m freaking out,” the pillow muffles my words but I know he hears me loud and clear. The mattress dips on one side as Sebastian settles onto it, and a moment later a hesitant hand begins kneading the flesh at my shoulders. I let out a satisfied sigh.

“What’s going on?” His tone is gentle, and the sound of it nearly tugs some tears out of my eyes.

“I’m pathetic, Sebastian.” I clutch his pillow and bury my face farther into it. “I’m so pathetic! I’ve literally never met the man before in my life, and I’ve spent the last 24 hours sending a few texts back and forth and I already feel like I’d jump off a cliff for him!”

Sebstian’s hands pause in their kneading for a fraction of a second before continuing on. “I told you you liked him.”

I turn to look at him, and again I catch that wary gaze before he drops it. “Really? ‘I told you so’? Rude. I need help, Sebastian. It’s never going to happen, he’s just being nice, and I just need to be cordial and get through this. Right?”

He nods, contemplating a bit. “Sure. He seems like a great guy. But at the end of the day, the two of you are just caught up in a weird media frenzy and that’s it. Is that what you want me to say?”

“I guess.” I huff, flipping onto my back as I stare up at the ceiling. “Why do I like him though? Am I just desperate?”

Sebastian stands up and laughs. “No way. If you were desperate you would be falling for me, not some inconvenient, crazy famous kpop star.”

Somehow his words make me laugh, the feeling easing the panic a bit. “You’re right, I guess.”

🌙

I end up passing out in Sebastian’s room only to wake up at 3 am and find myself a little too close for comfort to my co-star. Gently untangling myself from his mess of arms and legs, I sneak out of his room and back to my own.

Half-asleep and looking the part, I groan at my reflection in the mirror as I try to brush my teeth. Pointing at my reflection with my toothbrush, I give myself a pep talk.

“You are not pathetic,” pause to spit, “you’re not desperate,” rinse out the brush, “you’re just friendly. You’re practicing making new friends, and Yoongi as well as all of BTS are a part of that. That’s it.”

So when I finally settle down into my cold and very empty bed, I don’t feel very guilty sending Yoongi a late-night text. He never texted me again after the last one I saw, and I easily brush off the feeling of disappointment and replace it with relief.

3:13 ME: Yeah, we’re going. No, I have no idea what the evil plan is. Do we need to come up with a counter-plan? And sorry I never responded...I was busy annoying Sebastian and left my phone in my room. Good morning! This is payback for your late texts last night!

I fall asleep easily after that, double checking that my phone is on silent before snuggling deep down into my pillows.

Honestly, what do I even have to worry about? Everything is going great with promotions, the movie is finished and should be well received, and in a couple of days I’ll get to go see Bong-cha and make new friends!

Into the silence, I can’t help but laugh. I’m not dumb enough to believe that everything will go as planned.

Especially not as my dreams take over and the only thing I can dream of is a man in a black suit, turning around to greet me over and over again. I can never quite see his face, but somehow I know him.

Even in my unconscious state, I lie to myself and say that it’s not Min Yoongi.

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Chapter 3 - Not Like That

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Panic Attack

Remind me to never start posting a story before it’s finished aha. Nevertheless, I know where the story is going. It’s just getting the right words out. Thanks for your patience and enjoy chapter 3 ;)

“Yoongi wake up! It’s snowing!” You are craning to look at the sky over the steering wheel when your voice brings him back from subconsciousness.

With a stretch and a yawn Yoongi sits up, removing his feet from the dashboard. He must have put them up there when he slept. His legs were stiff.

Yoongi surveys the road in front of him and despite himself a small bud of excitement blooms in his chest at the sight of white flurries covering the windshield.

“Cool. Snow.” He mutters, clearing his throat from sleep. You spare a glance at him, slowing down as the road becomes clouded with billions of snowflakes.

“Yeah, I hope we’ll have snow today. It reminds me of my childhood. Every year it would snow we would run outside and make a snowman. And we called him Firsty like Frosty because he was the first snowman of the year.” You explain.

Yooogi meets your smile with his own.

I did not understand a word she said.

“Korean please.”  He rubs his eyes with a yawn.

Your smile grows and you coo under your breath. Yoongi catches it and turns his red face away, coughing slightly.

“We make snowmen on Thanksgiving.” You explain slowly as you find the right words. Yoongi nods in encouragement and understanding.

“You named him Frosty?” Yoongi asks.

“Firsty. Like Frosty but first.” You laugh. Yoongi pulls a confused face. One that makes you laugh harder.

“Like thirsty. Thirsty snow man.” Yoongi prompts. You throw your head back, cackling at him.

“What?! What does thirsty snow man even mean, Yoon?”

The nickname slips out but it’s enough to make Yoongi’s breath catch. You’ve never called him that before. He watches your eyes crinkling and your lips pulled over your teeth as you giggle. He can’t help but want to reach across the console and kiss your squished cheek.

Woah. Where did that come from? 

He chances a second look at you and once again his heart warms, sending a smile unheeded to his lips. You’re singing along to the radio and harmonizing at perfect pitch. You bob your head back and forth with the beat and it’s not until the song ends that you look over and spot Yoongi staring.

Blinking rapidly and clearing his throat he drops his head, pretending to search for his phone.

“Yoongi, are you excited to meet my family?” You ask.

He finds his phone buried under a bag of chips and unlocks it to swipe uselessly around his home screen.

“Yes.” He says eventually.

“You hesitated.” You tease, but Yoongi can only offer a wavering smile in return. What was he supposed to think? This was his first time in a foreign family’s home with the girl as of late he had trouble meeting eyes with.

“I...I am ‘cited.” Yoongi tries again but the tone falls flat. He awaits your gaze and you look over at him as soon as you hit a red light.

“Yoongi, are you okay? You do still want to spend Thanksgiving with me right?”

“Yes.” He answers almost too quickly. He nods for emphasis but you still look worried.

Crap, he doesn’t want to upset you or offend you. Yoongi shifts in his seat, his eyes searching for the right words.

“I-I’m not...a good...people person.” He says, fingertips tapping his chest.

“That’s alright, Yoongi. My family are really kind.” You insist. Yoongi can feel the blush on his cheeks and it makes him frown.

Since when was he so bashful around you? Or confessing that he was terrified of people -  which was part of the reason he kept up such a cold front. He wasn’t an asshole - okay, sometimes he was - he was scared. He didn’t know what to say or what words to even use to convey how he felt. It took him two weeks to order a simple coffee without help. Albeit he had come far, but going to meet his friend….no best friend’s family, was taking a huge step.

But getting to know you and your kind demeanor, your parents must have some similar qualities in order to raise such a sweet girl. With that thought in mind, Yoongi takes a deep breath.

“Oh my word, this is my street!” You exclaim turning the wheel under your hands. Yoongi exhales a rush of air at your exclamation and inhales again.

His phone beeps. He glances down to see he’s clenching the device in a death grip.

The car slows before a decently sized home, not grandiose, but still welcoming with a few Thanksgiving decorations on the porch.

You squeal, turning into the driveway and pulling up beside what he assumes is your parents’ car.

Yoongi closes his eyes, hearing you turn the key and pull it from the ignition as if you were pulling his heart out.

“Yoongi.”  You call softly but it’s your hand on his arm that makes him jump. He lifts his head up and sees you looking at him so tenderly that he finds his breathing slowing down.

“You ready?” You grin, excitement shining in your eyes. Yoongi nods, knowing if you’re with him there’s no reason to be afraid.

- “Y/N! It’s about time you got here!” Your mother proclaims before you even cross the threshold. Yoongi cringes at the sound of your parents loud welcome, every little sound making him skittish. He cowers behind your frame which has him almost doubled over as you guys enter the home. You abandon him as his wall to embrace your mother and then your father.  

“Hey, princess!” Your dad chuckles, squeezing you into his chest. Yoongi furrows his brow, a small smile on his face. You are the spitting image of your dad - but much prettier.

“And who is this young man?” Before Yoongi can process the question your mother is pulling him into a hug, luggage and all. Your mother pulls back and squeezes his shoulders.

“What’s your name?”

“Y-Yoongi.  Min Yoongi.” He bows his head before his wide eyes open even more.

They don’t do that here.  He kicks himself in the head when your mother laughs.

“Min Yoongi. You’re a handsome boy, aren’t you.” Your mother smirks to which Yoongi can only stutter a nod.

“Mom, let him go.” You say returning to his side in order to take your suitcase from his grip.

“You Korean?” Your dad asks next which catches Yoongi off guard.

“You can tell?” Yoongi shakes his head. “Yes. I am.”

“Ah, I knew it. We had one of you a few years back when Y/N was in high school.”

“Dad!” You grit. “Don’t say that.”

Yoongi swallows, trying to take the scene in. While you looked like your father, you certainly reminded him of your mother. Your mom immediately grabs onto Yoongi and leads him further into your home, similar to how you like to grab his arm, leading him places if he couldn’t understand fast enough where you wanted him to go.

It’s through the entry way and into the living room Yoongi is led, being told to drop his things at the bottom of the stairway so that he can follow your mother into the kitchen.

“Yoongi, do you like fruit salads?” Your mother asks.

Glancing over his shoulder, he can hear you speaking lowly to your dad in the living room. Being alone, he’s left with no choice but to slowly nod.

“I like fruit.”

“Okay then! Do you want to help me cut up some for dessert tonight?”

“Yes.” He says, nodding. He has the feeling his own mother would smack him upside the head if he said no.

Your mother flicks her chin towards the sink. “Wash your hands there and then come over to the table. I’ll set you up with some fruit.”

With that she leaves the room towards a large oak table Yoongi can spot from where he’s standing. Taking a breath, he walks over to the sink, scrubbing his hands briskly and taking the time to look at his surroundings.

The rooms are simple, nothing absurdly colored or expensive. An inviting palette of cool blues and greys with hints of green and orange create an inviting atmosphere.  Due to the season, the kitchen, a white ensemble with silver appliances, currently lay beneath a disarray of platters. Chopping boards, mixing bowls, and pans are on every counter available. The oven radiates heat releasing thick spices that has Yoongi’s stomach growling.

Yoongi turns the handle with a squeak and finds a dishtowel hanging on the oven door to dry his hands with. In the dining room, your mother has set up a little fruit-cutting station consisting of a cutting board, knife, and two bowls. One full of uncut fruit and the other empty and ready.

“Be careful with this knife now. Go slowly. There’s no rush.” Your mother explains and steps to the side to allow Yoongi to approach the table.

Yoongi picks up the knife and a strawberry. He nods, English words alluding him for the sake of trying to keep his shit together.

“When you run out of fruit, let me know.” Another nod.

Thankfully, your mother leaves him to it and Yoongi begins chopping as slowly as possible. By the time he’s on his tenth strawberry he finds his rhythm, chopping faster as he grows more relaxed in the new environment.

With the simple motion of chopping one fruit after another, his breathing returns to normal and he feels a little less airheaded.

“She already has you working for her? I’m not surprised.” Yoongi looks up to see you craning your head into the dining room with an adorable grin.

“If you want to stop let me know.” You cross your arms, leaning against the door frame. Yoongi’s eyes scan your form before dropping back to the cutting board.

“No, I like this. It’s easy.”

“Alright. But still, let me know.”

“Go. Spend time with your parents.”

“Yah, you kicking me out?” Yoongi stops and levels his gaze with you. He lifts his eyebrow at your defiant tone.

“Yeah,” He replies in a guttural tone. “I am.” Yoongi flicks his chin toward the entryway. You wrinkle your nose and stick your tongue out. Yoongi tsks at your immaturity. Then he sticks his tongue out as soon as you turn away.

Your soft giggles carry into the next room as your mother asks what’s so funny and you tell her nothing. The conversation turns to how your semester is going and Yoongi tunes the rest out, resuming his focus on cutting a banana.

Yoongi empties the bowl of fruit, having chopped a range of strawberries, bananas, blueberries, and oranges. However, there’s a disproportionate amount of the assorted fruit to oranges.

Mustering his courage, he shuffles into the kitchen with the cut fruit bowl in his hands.

Both you and your mother stop talking and glance at Yoongi, who stands there with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“Yes, Yoongi?” You call softly as if he’s a skittish deer - which isn’t completely wrong.

“Orangeu.” He holds the bowl out in front of him and nods once. “More orangeu p-please.”

“Of course.” Your mother moves first, taking the bowl from Yoongi’s hands. “Thank you. I’ll get you some more.”

Yoongi wipes his hands on his jeans and looks at you. You’re staring at him with an endearingly soft smile.

He raises a brow at your warm expression. You come back to earth, shaking your head with a smile that only confuses him further. Letting it go, he takes the new bowl of oranges from your mother and bows.

“You don’t have to do that.” You mutter. Yoongi narrows his eyes at you, aware of your mother’s presence in the room.

“At least I’m helping.” He shoots back.  You reach out to smack him and he dodges, giggling at how you missed.

“Since when do you speak Korean?” Your mother asks you. Yoongi sets the bowl on the table and tries his best not to eavesdrop. But seeing as there is no door connecting the dining room and kitchen he can’t help but listen in.

“Yoongi’s teaching me.”

“Oh is he now?” There’s an edge to your mother’s tone that he doesn’t like. The pit of his stomach curls and he curses himself for eavesdropping in the first place.

“Yeah. It’s going great, Mom.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” You drag the sentence out and a hiss that sounds like a can of soda accompanies your words. “I’m teaching him English too. So it’s fair.”

“As long as it’s fair.” Your mom quips before silence falls over the three of you.

The second round of fruit-cutting goes much faster and Yoongi is on the last orange when the doorbell rings. His mindless task shatters with the sound of unfamiliar voices laughing in the entryway.

“They’re here!” You shout across the home, sending Yoongi’s heart thrumming.

Putting down the knife, Yoongi clenches his already trembling fingers.

It’s okay. I can do this. Y/N told you they’re all nice. He creeps from the quiet dining room into your unknown house, searching for you on instinct.

Following the sound of voices in the hall, he rounds the corner just as you release what he assumes is an uncle from a hug. Silent as a mouse he slips to your side, eyeing all the newcomers with what he hopes is a non-threatening expression.

“Yoongi, this is my Aunt Gigi and Uncle Sam.” You introduce. Yoongi nods, then kicks himself in the head for nodding again.  He offers his hand.

“N-nice to meet you.” He says, his low voice coming out raspier than he likes.

“Oh, you’re a new face. Who are you?” Aunt Gigi grips his hand instead of letting it go. A quick glance your way makes it seem like this is normal so Yoongi keeps his hand in hers and offers a smile.

“Min Yoongi.”

“Pardon me for asking, but why are you here with Y/N? Are you an exchange student?”

“Oh, he doesn’t live here.” You interject.

“Together.” Yoongi explains. You whip your head to him as your aunt and uncle balk. Your aunt drops Yoongi’s hand.

“Really? I never would have guessed.” Your uncle Sam chuckles. “That’s cute.”

“Oh, um..well-” You stutter, meeting Yoongi’s eyes. He doesn’t mimic your troubled expression however, frowning at you in confusion.

“Not...together?” He asks you softly as your aunt and uncle turn your way.

“No, we are!” You reassure him then turn to your family. “But not in that way.”

“Oh, I see.” Your aunt and uncle stare at Yoongi as if waiting for this confirmation. Yoongi nods slowly, not lifting his head once it reaches the ground.

“Not in that way.” Yoongi says under his breath as the conversation continues on without him. He swallows. Something about the way you said those words makes his chest twist in discomfort.

But there’s little time to consider it as more people pour in through the door and Yoongi finds his heart accelerating with each new face. It isn’t until your arm brushes his and the wall presses against his back that he realizes how close he’s gotten to your side.

“Yoongi, this is my Aunt Sandra and Uncle Trevor.” You say to the new faces that appear.

“Hello.” Yoongi offers his hand and prays your entire family isn’t one to hold hands like Aunt Gigi, rather than shake and drop them. His palms are clammy and he doesn’t want your family to think you brought home some male degenerate from college. He’s wearing his best black tee and flannel for this occasion but he doesn’t know if it’s enough.

“Hey! Yoon Gee, was it?” Your uncle, thankfully, shakes his hand promptly.

“Yoongi.” You say for him, smiling tightly. “It’s-”

“Chinese! No, Korean, right?” Yoongi nods wondering what kind of game this was to guess his ethnicity. Whenever he met someone new who wasn’t like him, they immediately tried to guess where his mother gave birth to him. Apparently, it amuses your family, too. He doesn’t want to ask you though, in case you’re offended by him calling out your family.

A blur of names goes in one ear and out the other. Yoongi introduces himself what feels like a dozen times, receiving a dozen reactions on his presence in your home. Most of your family was pleasantly surprised, but there was some underlying tension he couldn’t put his finger on. No one was hostile towards him, but they couldn’t stop staring at him.

Yoongi does his best to ignore the side-eyes and wary glances for your sake. Crowds are not his thing and your family is enough to count as a small gathering. You are basking in it all, laughing and kissing cheeks and hugging relatives as if you would never see them again. Love and excitement are beaming like a halo around your face and it’s this image he keeps in his head while following you around the room with a beating heart.

But then, as the greetings die out and people have caught up on the latest family gossip, more and more eyes turn to Yoongi. Several people, names and relations he’s already forgotten, come back around and ask Yoongi all sorts of questions.

“What are you studying in school?”

“How long have you known Y/N?”

“How did you meet?”

“Isn’t Y/N such a sweet girl?” To this at least Yoongi could nod as soon as he understood the question.

But the questions keep coming and everyone speaks English so fast Yoongi’s temples are throbbing from trying to translate quickly enough.

“What do your parents think of you being here all alone?”

The question hits him like a stone wall. Yoongi blinks. His mouth parts, trying to find the right words. Thoughts of his mom’s smile and home cooking flash through his mind. Memories of his dad taking him on fishing trips come to the surface.

“Th-They…” Yoongi exhales, trying to keep his emotions at bay but the question is triggering. Here he is surrounded by unfamiliar faces demanding answers in a foreign language he can’t keep up with in a country he barely recognizes to his own.

Just say something! His thoughts scream but he can’t think. Not one English word comes to mind as he chews on his lip. You smile encouragingly, but your eyes on him aren’t helping. Nor are the eyes of those gathered around him in this small living room, all waiting for an answer he can’t give.

I can’t. I can’t do this anymore. Yoongi grits his teeth and looks at you, knowing he must look pathetic as his hand darts out and grasps your sleeve.

Recognition flickers in your eyes and you break the awkward silence, answering his question.

“Yoongi’s parents miss him but he’s always checking in with them.” You slip your hand into his as Yoongi stares at his feet, trying to remember how to breathe and blinking away harsh tears at the thought of his parents.

How pathetic. His mind berates. You’re a grown man about to cry because of a stupid question-

“In fact, we’re going to check in with them now.” You say and squeeze Yoongi’s hand, breaking him from his spiral of self-hatred.

You take several steps away from the group and tug on his arm. “We’ll be back in a second!”

Weaving through people and around corners, you guide him up a set of stairs. Yoongi follows you numbly, gripping your hand in his own for dear life, trying to break the dissociation flooding him.

You open a door to a bedroom and drag him in, shutting it.

“Yoongi. Yoongi look at me.”

His heart beat thunders in his ears. He swallows harshly and releases a gasp.

“Are you alright?” Your eyes trace all over his face, worry creasing your brow. Your hands run up his biceps, squeezing his shoulders tightly.

“I’m-I’m sorry.” He gasps.

“Don’t apologize Yoongi. Just take a deep breath.” You lead his trembling form to your bed, pressing down on his shoulders so he would sit.

“S-still. It’s stupid.” Embarrassment like fire on his cheeks, Yoongi tries to catch his breath through raspy intakes of air.

“No. It’s not.” You say softly, a hand tentatively placed on his back. Without thinking he leans into your touch, welcoming the soothing circles you begin to trace through his flannel.

After what feels like an eternity of silence accompanied by his heavy breathing, Yoongi releases a huge sigh of relief. Now that he could breathe again, his surroundings come into focus.

Lifting his head he gazes around the room, then at your patient face, watching him. “Is this your room?”

“Yes.” You smile. “Don’t judge me for the posters.”

“Posters?” Yoongi glances at the wall spotting a group of seven men - boys? - dressed in color coordinating outfits and smiling as if their paychecks depended on it. He scans the name beneath it and for the first time today he laughs.

“You like K-pop?”

“Hey!” You smack his arm but Yoongi can only laugh harder. High-pitched giggles leave his mouth until he breaks into raucous deep laughter.

“I said no judging. Damn, I’m never trusting you again.” You laugh along with him, shaking your head at the posters surrounding the walls.

“It’s like a shrine in here.” Yoongi comments, finally settling down and wiping his eyes. There were posters covering every inch of the wall space and little figurines on your desk.

Photocards of various members line your dresser in the far corner as well as your nightstand right beside Yoongi.

“Who’s that one?” Yoongi says, picking up a photo and squinting at it.

“Suga. What does that mean?” He looks at you only to smile once more. Your face is beet red.

You cover your cheeks with your hands. “His name was Suga because his skin...stop laughing!”

“Sorry!” Yoongi snorts, setting the photocard back in its precious stand.

“Because his skin was like sugar.”

“But his name is Suga. Not sugar?” Yoongi raises his eyebrow at you.

“H-He...I don’t know. I guess he thought it sounded cooler.”

“Hmm...a real fan would know the reason.” Yoongi tsks earning another smack to his shoulder.

Panic attack long forgotten, Yoongi continues to tease you about your boyband obsession reveling in how easily you fall into a fit of embarrassed giggles or defend your loyalty to this band like the girls in his high school used to.

“Okay, well, if you’re just going to ridicule me in my own home then I’m going back downstairs.” You stand up, fixing your jeans and tugging at your sweater.

“Okay.” Yoongi looks up at you from your bed. He licks his lips, trying to ask what’s on his mind.

“You can stay in here if you want to.” You offer as if knowing what he was trying to say. “I’ll call you down when dinner’s ready.”

“Thank you.” Yoongi clears his throat.

“Don’t mention it.” You say.

“Mention?”

“Let’s forget it happened.” You clarify, squeezing his shoulder. “It’s Thanksgiving so we’re going to eat our hearts out and be happy.”

“Okay.” A smile fights its way onto his face. You leave the room, giving him one last smile before you shut the door.

Yoongi heaves a sigh of relief and pulls out his phone. Still coming down from the adrenaline rush of a panic attack, he doesn’t feel quite ready to stand on his own two legs.

He scrolls down his contact list and taps on his roommate’s name. Holding the phone up to his ear he glances out the nearest window adjacent to your bedside. Thick clouds cover the expanse of the sky allowing white snowflakes to drift down.

“Hello? Yoongi? What are you doing calling me?”

“Hobi-ah.” Yoongi lets out a chuckle, amused bitterly at how he failed himself so strongly.

“What’s wrong?”

Yoongi swallows. “I freaked out. I ruined everything.”

“You ruined what exactly?” Hoseok shifts on the other end, almost as if he’s sitting down for the long haul. Yoongi can see it now from the many times he’s come back from his classes with his head hung low, only for Hoseok to drag him to the nearest two chairs to talk it out.

“I panicked. There’s too many people downstairs and I...I couldn’t talk to all of them.”

Yoonig bites his lip, tears burning his eyes. He exhales, lifting his free hand to watch his fingers trembling.

“Yoongi, you’re not going to want to hear me say this, but it’s okay. Really it is.” Hoseok’s voice takes on a tender voice, one that’s soft and sweet and only used when he finds Yoongi crying in bed.

“How so?”

“What makes you think you have to talk to all of them?”

“Hoseok, their Y/N’s guests. Of course I’m going to talk to them.”

“Every single one? That’s impossible. You didn’t come to get interviewed, you came to enjoy a holiday party.”

“That’s-”

“And they did too. You may feel like you’ve messed up but they’re not even thinking of it as soon as dinner is served. I promise you that. Where was Y/N?”

Yoongi relays the full story, pausing to take deep breaths when the familiar anxiety began to rise as he recalls the scene. Hoseok hums throughout the story and Yoongi can almost see the little nod he always gives to show he’s listening.

“They don’t even know the real reason you left. So there’s no issue then.”

Yoongi pulls the phone away from his ear and groans. He runs a hand through his hair, gripping the blonde strands.

Standing up to ease the growing tension, he paces from one wall to the other. “Even still I can’t go back down there. They’ll just ask me more questions.”

“Not if they’re mouths are shoved full of potatoes.”

Yoongi frowns at that image but it’s the least of his concerns. “What about Y/N? What do I tell her?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

Now it’s Hoseok’s turn to sigh. His voice grows louder and closer to the phone. 

“Unless you want to confess to her how much you like her.”

Yoongi blanches. He pulls the phone away from his ear once again and stares at the black screen as if it will have the transcript to Hoseok’s words.

“Yoons?”

“What did you just say?” Yoongi asks, still staring at his own aghast expression in the phone.

“The only thing you should be telling Y/N is that you like her. A lot.”

“I don’t. Not like that.” Yoongi shakes his head, bangs falling into his eyes. He shuffles to the window and stares out at the snow pouring down.

“Min Yoongi, you’ve liked this girl since September.”

“What? What makes you say that?”

“Really? You’re going to make me give you a play-by-play?” Hoseok snorts and still Yoongi’s eyes search the ivory scenery before him for an answer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Honest.” Yoongi grumbles.

“Okay, then. Do you like me?”

“What?”

“Do you like me. As more than a friend.”

“Hobi, no. What on earth are you talking about?”

“Because on this entire campus you only spend your time with two people. Me and Y/N. And you only spend time with me because we live together. I barely see you outside of our dorm. Which means you willingly spend time with Y/N. You went out of your way - granted, because you were an ass - you went out of your way to offer weekly study sessions together. Plus, you always come back from them with your face flushed and your eyes shining like you’re drunk. Min Yoongi, you’re basically in love with Y/N.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Hoseok scoffs. “Is that all you have to say? Do you not believe me? Let me tell you more-”

“No...no...I just-”

“Remember the day you found out her favorite color and stole my shirt which just so happened to be that same color?”

“Hobi-”

“Or the time I had to give you massages for a week because she fell asleep on your bad shoulder but you didn’t want to wake her up and move her?”

“Hoseok-”

“Or the time I stayed up late and had the great misfortune of hearing you say her name-”

“Hoseok!” Yoongi growls, the heat searing through his skin. He wasn’t aware of that incident at all, only that Hoseok wouldn’t make eye contact with him for the entire day. Now he not only knows why, but that he talks in his sleep.

Is he telling the truth? Wouldn’t I know if I liked her?  Yoongi paces the room once more. It was true that he only spent his time with you and Hoseok. But he was an introvert so it made sense. The study sessions were damage control. He did not need his reputation to be ruined on campus before he had a chance to create one. The shirt was pure coincidence. He let you sleep on his shoulder because he was a gentleman and too awkward to say no. The sleep talk- well, that could be solved with some duct tape.

So why did he pack that exact shirt in his suitcase? Why hadn’t he given you a hard deadline to the end of your sessions? Why did his heart begin to pound every Thursday morning knowing he was headed to the café that day?

Shit. Yoongi spots a picture frame on your dresser among all the K-pop paraphernalia. It’s an image of you and your parents in front of the house. You’re beaming from ear to ear, your eyes sparkling with the same adoration he sometimes has the honor of receiving.

Realization dawns on Yoongi as he swallows thickly, gazing at your picture with a small smile of his own. His heart pounds and his fingers tremble, but now for an entirely new reason.

“I...I think...” Yoongi admits.

“You think what?” Hoseok says, the smirk evident in his tone.

“I like her. I like Y/N.”

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x9, A Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving, Part 7-The Homoerotic Finale

Well, you're in luck Jess, a 6'4 walking trash can is about to make an appearance. Jess: Why should I run all over town to dump this? Luke: Put it in Taylor's bins. We get rid of the trash, It'll drive Taylor crazy, it's a win win. LOL, I love the low-low-low level pettiness.

Did I not just say in my last thingy that Lorelai and Rory would try to force their way into the diner if he attempted to close the restaurant on a holiday? (I did) At least Luke isn't making Jess serve the Gilmores a second time (without getting tipped I'm sure), he must thrilled to be on trash duty.

Wait for it... wait for it...

Can someone put a bell on her collar and implant this broad with a microchip or something, because she seems to have a habit of running off. This is her third Kiss and Run and second in a short period of time (and not her last). It's either Kiss and Run to Mommy or Kiss and Run to Dean. I love how Whatever he was about it. Immediately goes back to stuffing his trash.

AHHHH!! I know it's fun to clown on Dean but that's terrifying. Jess should be wetting his pants. (and Luke would be proud if Taylor found a piss puddle in front of his store. It's a win win).

He's so UNFLAPPABLE. My unflappable blorbo. Nothing flaps him. Starving on Thanksgiving in order to placate the Gilmores then having to get up seconds after sitting down to eat to serve them coffee without getting tipped, being DingDong Ditched (Rory=The DingDong), being threatened by a human pine tree in a smelly coat, braving the late November temperatures with no coat. After all of that? Still not flapped.

He's walking away because you stink like failure and Eau De Your Dad Should Have Pulled Out. Go home, Dean. I's Thanksgiving. The fuck are you doing wandering around town late night for no reason, you tumor. Haha! Joke's on him though. No one at his home misses him. Dean is clutching a Doose's apron on his hand. So like, get this. We saw Dean working in the morning or early afternoon. Sunset is quite early in late November on the east coast, as early as 4:30 pm. It was already fully dark at FND, and after spending a considerable amount of time there, the Ding Dongs stopped at Sookie's again, AND Luke is closing the diner for the night. Even if he was closing "early" for the holiday, I'm going to presume its at least 7pm. So either Taylor made his part time bag boy work a full time shift from morning to night on Thanksgiving Day (there aren't enough people living in The Hollow to keep Doose's that consistently busy on a national holiday?) or Dean clocked out in the afternoon and sat outside the store for hours past sunset waiting for Jess to walk outside.

You expect Dean to have heard of West Side Story. Culturally, he's still working his way through Barney and Friends.

Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more.

Joke's on you Jess, his family forgot he existed and locked him out and now he can't get back in and has to sleep on the street

Huhhhh? The full quote is "One of your boy scout references or a good farmer john joke! You want me to put my apron on and give you a little inspiration?" And again I repeat, HUHHH?? Did he stop by Sookie's place and get into the tequila or something? SAY SOMETHING THAT MAKES SENSE PLEASE. But also, whatever role playing you two do together in private is frankly none of my business.

Again...none of my business.

Eggsactly.

*swan song*COUGH*cough*KegMax*cough*cough*help i cant stop coughing*

Terrifying until you think about how Dean wants to tussle in front of a place called Nancy's Cottage.

That's not the flex you think it is.

Your insult is..calling him "The Glad Man" (Glad trash bags) because he is taking out the trash from his job? You mean Taylor doesn't also make you take out the trash at your part time minimum wage super market job? Is that not usually one of the primary duties of an employee at a small grocery store? You think Taylor is taking out his own garbage? Right now he's lounging on a raft in Maui sipping a mai tai, paid for with the proceeds from the last town fundraiser. What's my favorite nonsensical Dean insult? Is it Glad Man, or is it the one-two punch from "Rory's Dance" where Dean says to Tristan: "Are you trying to act tough, you're wearing a tie!" and "I’m not fighting you, it would be like fighting an accountant! I’ll call you when I need my taxes done!” He also said "I'll kill you" to Tristan in that scene, so you never know what you're going to get with Dean!

"Hey, Fellow Teenage Boy Who Is Also A Recent Transplant From Another State! Even though you actually have a blood relative native to this town and I don’t, this is MY turf! I control the turf between Nancy's Cottage and that store that sells porcelain unicorns! You got that?”

Lorelai to Rory two minutes later, probably: Dean was the perfect first boyfriend! No red flags at all! (psych! I don't have to imagine Lorelai saying that! She already said it at the beginining of the episode!)

[tbr-agency]

uninformed thanksgiving.

“What do you mean? We invited you! Didn’t Jihyun or Hyejung tell you guys?”

synopsis ∣ The Bloody Roses had invited Got7 for a thanksgiving supper but it seems that their invitation were uninformed intentionally.

timeline ∣ November 2020

characters ∣ Jung Ahrin, Ahn Eunhee, Kim Yeonji, Bang Nara (The Bloody Roses), Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung (Got7)

a/n ∣ slight angst. poor the girls :( they just wanna spent time with Got7 and to think their new management is somehow like poop, mention of Ace of Devils members

“Hyunji should have just pulled her nasty hair,” Yeonji commented as she was smashing the potato in the bowl. 

Ahrin gave a look towards Yeonji and the younger one knew the leader was somehow glaring at her.

“Although I don’t advise violence when necessary…… I agree with Yeonji,” Eunhee commented as she was putting turkey into the oven - causing Ahrin to snap towards the girl.

Eunhee looked towards Ahrin with widened eyes. “What?”

Ahrin shakes her head a little, earning a shrug from Eunhee as she leaves the kitchen.

“Well, they kind of deserve it.. I mean, they are rude to JYPE staff… I mean I know Division 2 deserves it but… c’mon? Even the staff from other Divisions? That’s too much...” Nara added as she was leaning against the wall - seeing some of the members in the kitchen preparing Thanksgiving late supper

The girls - mainly Ahrin and Haejin - wanted to spend time together. The 7 of them didn’t get to spend time all together ever since they were promoted to NIS.

So here they are, preparing Thanksgiving food with some of the members helping out. Haejin, Chaeun and Hyunji had to extend hours but they promised and booked the earliest for them to end work.

This was also a good opportunity for all of them to gather together and just spend time, enjoying each other's company - but at the same time, Eunhee had brought the idea of inviting Got7 too and all the girls immediately agreed.

The Bloody Roses considered Got7 as family too. They are open to each other so the girls didn’t mind.

“They haven’t got back to me though,” voiced Ahrin as she was looking through her phone after taking pictures of the table settings and the on-the-way prepared food to the 3 girls who were in the office.

“Got7?” Eunhee questioned as she turned towards Ahrin who was nodding while typing on her phone.

“They will probably get back to us later. They might have ended AAA awards,” answered Nara who was on Instagram - posting pictures of their mini-celebration on her story.

“Hey! I need help here! Stop looking at your phone and give me a hand!” 

A whine came from the kitchen as the 3 girls looked up from their phones as they were in the dining area. 

“Aww! My baby! We’re coming!” With Ahrin answering Yeonji’s call of help in a teasing tone, a chuckle and a giggle came from Eunhee and Nara as they too ran towards the kitchen - knowing Yeonji might be sulky if they didn’t come.

“Bye hyung!” 

“Text us if you have reached home!”

Bambam and Yugyeom waved towards Jinyoung and Jackson since the 2 older members were the ones waiting for their ride. The other Got7 members already parted ways since their ride had come first.

All of them ended their night with excitement and happiness with Jinyoung receiving an actor award and Got7 winning an award as a whole group.

As Jackson was checking on his phone, seeing fans tweets and instagram stories of them congratulating Got7, a story caught his attention - as he nudged onto Jinyoung’s arm who was also checking on his own phone.

“Look at the girls,” Jackson showed Jinyoung on his phone, as the Hong Kong man gazed towards Jinyoung’s reaction, seeing him pouting.

“They didn’t invite us. How mean,” Jinyoung sulked as he began to text a certain someone regarding what he had just seen. Jackson chuckled at his reaction.

It was a video of Nara zooming onto Ahrin, Eunhee and Yeonji basically running back and forth from the kitchen with trays of food on their hands.

“Don’t be like that, Jinyoung-ah… Maybe they are having their girls time - you get what I mean,” Jackson cooed towards Jinyoung, seeing his friend still pouting.

But what Jackson said isn’t a lie though - it looks like they are having a girls time. 

“But—

Jinyoung’s words were cut off by his phone ringing, a name popping out on his screen. Jackson’s eyes immediately went towards Jinyoung’s phone, to see EUnhee face-calling him.

Jackson snatched Jinyoung’s phone as he answered the face-time call - putting the phone slightly away so that his and Jinyoung’s face can be seen.

“Eunhee-ah!” Jackson waved towards the phone, to see Eunhee somehow showing the camera towards the other girls. Jinyoung silently pouts while waving towards the girls.

“Oppa! What’s with the pout?!” Nara yelled at the back and Jackson can’t help but turn towards Jinyoung who was glaring towards the camera.

“He is sulky because he isn’t invited to your thanksgiving dinner!” Jackson teased and there were some taken aback reactions from the girls as now Eunhee’s face was seen while looking towards a certain direction.

It seems Eunhee was passing her phone to Ahrin, as Ahrin was looking towards a certain direction - looking confused and hearing Eunhee stating what Jackson had said.

“What do you mean? We invited you! Didn’t Jihyun or Hyejung tell you guys?”

Jackson had that iconic frown where he literally looked super confused, turning towards Jinyoung as the Hong Kong man scans Jinyoung’s eyes. Jinyoung too was analyzing the words Ahrin had said.

It seems they were uninformed regarding their invitation.

“But.. no one told us anything..” Jackson answered in a sad tone, seeing Ahrin smiling slightly while tilting her head. 

The atmosphere completely turned the opposite as the air felt with sad and disappointed vibes - mainly Jinyoung who felt it. 

He was disappointed with Division 2, again. 

At the same time, there were loud voices coming from Ahrin’s side - causing the leader to look towards an area with widened eyes. It caught Jackson’s and Jinyoung’s attention because the loud yelling was coming from Eunhee.

“Save it! I’m personally going to fight Aelia and those bitches!”

“Yah! I’m trying to talk to Jackson and Jinyoung! Why are the 2—

“Yah! Eunhee-ah! Language!” Jinyoung commented, causing the girls to look towards him through the phone. 

He was taken aback, to see his bodyguard-girlfriend looking furious. 

By this time, Jackson on the other hand was really confused.

“Jinyoung-ah, I don’t understand…” Jackson muttered towards Jinyoung with the puppy-eye. Jinyoung could only mutter to him with ‘I’ll explain later,’.

There were more unclear conversations of Eunhee and some of the girls were heard, and that’s when Ahrin had to step in as she pulled Nara out since she looked unbothered - the leader passing the phone towards the young one.

“Hello oppas! Well, now you are watching the eonnie line of The Bloody Roses having a slight argument. Don’t worry, it’s not really that serious because it’s just Ahrin trying to calm the mad Eunhee down! Mad Eunhee isn’t—

“YAH! I can hear you clearly, you punk!”

Eunhee shouted at the back, making Nara to show a panic expression towards Jackson and Jinyoung - causing them to chuckle.

“What’s going on, Nara-ah? What did Eunhee mean?” Jackson questioned and Nara looked towards a certain direction while walking to a more quieter area which was the kitchen.

“Well, Eunhee directly called Aelia about it - asking if they had told Division 2 management about Ahrin’s invitation for Got7. Jihyun and Hyejung told Aelia about it because you know, everything has to get through to Aelia and… she purposely didn’t tell Division 2 about Ahrin’s request, because it’s not necessary, a waste of time and meaningless.” 

“Bwo!?” Jackson repeated with a loud scoff. 

Jinyoung had to pat him on the back multiple times to calm the pissed Jackson down - Jinyoung wasn’t surprised at all actually. 

“I’m going to tell Jaebeom hyung about this. The new bodyguards are too much, really— I don’t get it! They aren’t our manager!” Jackson muttered with a loud sigh, and Nara could only look at the 2 Got7 members with a sad smile.

Jinyoung on the other hand now understood why Eunhee was furious. 

If it was him, when someone said those words to him regarding a group of people he cherished the most with ‘not necessary, a waste of time and meaningless’, Jinyoung thinks he wouldn’t get a hold onto himself.

“It’s okay, oppa. Hyunji and I will personally leave some for the 7 of you. I don’t think we can finish all of this!” Nara tried to sound cheerful while showing the different types of dishes.

Nara somehow revealed that Eunhee has cooked different types of Korean dishes, Ahrin has cooked Mark’s favorite Thanksgiving food, Chaeun has made pre-made Thai-food just for Bambam and some Chinese cuisine just for Jackson.

The maknaes of The Bloody Roses have made chocolate milkshakes and brownies just for them.

With the sight of different types of cuisine on the table, Jackson and Jinyoung can’t help but feel touched as the girls were thinking of them.

“It’s okay, Nara-ah.. You don’t have to—

“No, oppa. We did this just for the 7 of you. So whether you like it or not, we will be your delivery girls.“ Nara said firmly yet in a soft tone, earning automatic smiles from the 2 grown men. 

“Thanks Nara-ah, we really appreciate it,” thanked Jinyoung as he couldn’t stop himself from eye-smiling while Jackson made a finger-heart. 

From that incident, Jackson and Jinyoung knew the girls really had genuine and caring hearts - even though they had different personalities yet they are all precious in each of their own ways to Got7.

“Nara-ah! Stay with us for a while! I mean we wanna join your mukbang!” Jackson asked for a favor and Nara immediately asked the other girls who somehow calmed down.

“Ahrin and Eunhee said ‘sure’!”

And from that night onwards, The Bloody Roses were considered family to Got7 - especially to Jackson and Jinyoung.

A few hours later, let’s just say Nara really meant what she said as there were spam messages from the Got7 members, thanking the girls for the random delivery but only Jackson and Jinyoung knew the full-story which they would one-day would tell the rest of the members.

masterlist : Got7 Bodyguard Au

[btsqualityy]

Amour Vincit Omnia / 26

Taehyung slowly opened his eyes, noticing that the room was now shrouded in darkness which surprised him since it had been daylight out when he dragged Akira upstairs. He reached over and grabbed his phone off of the nightstand next to the bed, clicking the lock button and seeing that it was now 7:25pm.

After he set his phone back on the nightstand, he looked down at Akira who was fast asleep on his chest. After he had brought Akira upstairs and she had burst out crying, Taehyung laid in bed with her as she sobbed against his chest and she ended up falling asleep like that. 

Taehyung moved to get up but Akira instantly clutched onto his shirt, effectively stopping him. 

“Nooo,” she whined and Taehyung smiled softly.

“I’m just going to get some water pretty girl,” he whispered. Reluctantly, she nodded and let go of his shirt. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before slipping from underneath her body and getting out of the bed. He then walked over to the door, opening it and stepping out into the hallway before quietly shutting the door behind him. He walked downstairs, going straight into the kitchen where he was surprised to see his mom sitting at the table, nursing a mug of something in her hands.

“Hi eomma,” he spoke up as he paced further into the kitchen, making her look up at him.

“Hi Taehyungie,” she murmured. Taehyung opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water before shutting the door and walking over to the table, sitting down across from his mom. “How’s Akira doing?”

“Now that the initial anger has kind of worn off, she’s hurt,” Taehyung shrugged. 

“Rightfully so,” his mother nodded. “I wish I had been able to tell him no when he called to say that he was going to be heading over here today. You know how I feel about that man.”

“I know eomma.”

“He prevented you from going to art school, made you take over that god-forsaken company that was two inches away from bankruptcy, he doesn’t even thank you for all of the hard work that you’ve put into making said company a success, and then on top of that, he disrespects your girlfriend who has made you happier than I’ve seen you in years,” his mother ranted angrily. “All because of that one favor that he did for us when you were 17.”

“Eomma, I owe him,” Taehyung shrugged lamely. “He’s unbearable, at best and he’s a bigot but I don’t know where I’d be if he hadn’t helped me back then.”

“You think he did that because he cares about you? Or me? Or even your father, who’s his own brother?” His mother questioned harshly. “He did that just so that we, or more like you, would owe him and so that he could hold it over your head.”

“Eomma, please,” Taehyung shook his head stiffly. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“But you need to! That job and your uncle have drained the life out of you and,-”

“Eomma!” Taehyung exclaimed and his mother froze, and he instantly felt bad for how he had spoken to her. “I’m sorry for yelling eomma, but it’s a lot going on and I can’t just leave the company. I’m invested now.”

“Un-invest yourself then.”

“It’s not that easy,” he chuckled. “I wish I could sometimes but I really do love my job. It’s tiring, yes but it’s still art in a sense.”

“I just want you to be happy,” his mother sighed heavily. 

“I’m getting there,” he told her. “Especially with Akira’s help.”

“I still can’t help but to feel bad about how he treated her,” his mother huffed, shaking her head. 

“Me too,” Taehyung agreed. “I mean, I’ve always known how he felt towards anyone who isn’t Korean but I never thought he’d be so outwardly racist.”

“What?” He heard a soft voice and he turned to look towards the doorway of the kitchen and saw Akira standing there, a prominent frown on her face. “You knew?”

“Um, I’ll give you two a moment to talk,” Taehyung’s mom spoke up, reaching over and giving Taehyung’s hand a reassuring pat before standing up and walking out of the kitchen, giving Akira a small smile before walking up the stairs. 

“Akira,” Taehyung started as he stood up but Akira shook her head as she stepped further into the kitchen.

“You knew he was going to act like that and you didn’t tell me?” She asked again, looking at him sternly.

“I didn’t think that he was going to be here,” he replied and Akira rose her eyebrow at him. “When I talked to my mom about you coming with me, I asked her if my uncle was coming and she said no.”

“Then why did he show up?”

“He was supposed to go to the French Riviera but for some reason, he couldn’t so he came here,” Taehyung explained. 

“And you didn’t know about it?”

“I literally found out like a minute and a half before he walked through the front door,” Taehyung said. 

“But when I asked you what his deal was, why didn’t you tell me then?” She wondered.

“I guess I was just hoping that he wouldn’t act like that.”

“Like, what? The way that he usually does?” She spit and Taehyung nodded reluctantly. 

“Please don’t tell me that you’re mad at me,” he said and Akira scoffed.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Why?”

“Because even though I understand where you’re coming from on not telling me initially, you didn’t even stick up for me once he started in me,” she explained. 

“Akira, there’s a lot there that you don’t know about,” he replied.

“Ok, so explain it to me then,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “Please explain to me what allowed you to sit there and let him disrespect not only me, but also you and our relationship the way that he did.”

“I-it’s complicated,” he stammered and Akira’s eyes widened. 

“So is that just another way of saying that you’re not gonna tell me?” She questioned and Taehyung just bit his lip, staying silent. “Are you fucking serious Taehyung?” 

“Kira, please calm down,-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” She shouted. “You literally sat there and let your uncle call me a black bitch while you did nothing, all because of a reason that you won’t explain to me! At least I defended you when my father was racist to you!”

“I didn’t ask you to do that though.”

“You didn’t have to! That’s just what you do when you see the person that you love being attacked for no reason!”

“I can’t just curse out my uncle because that’s what you think I should do,” Taehyung stated. “There are layers there and me cursing him out would’ve just made everything worse.”

“You’re missing the whole point here! We are an interracial couple Taehyung. We are going to get shit for being together, that’s almost expected, but the both of us have to be willing to defend and support each other. I did that for you with my father but you couldn’t do that for me with your uncle?”

“Kira, it’s not that simple.”

“You think I liked having to argue with my dad the way that I did on Thanksgiving?” She asked. “I haven’t even spoken to him to since then, which is so weird and unusual for us but I stuck to my guns because I know that I was right and I have faith in our relationship. Or had.” 

“Had?” Taehyung repeated softly and Akira looked away from him, focusing her gaze on the floor. “Don’t tell me that you’re gonna break up with me just because of this.”

“It’s the principle behind it, not just because of what happened in itself,” she corrected as she lifted her head to look at him again. “I think that you need to think and I need to think so maybe a little space is a good thing.”

“And that’s what you want?” He checked and his heart began to ache when he saw her nod her head. “Alright, fine. I can arrange my plane for you if you want to go back home.”

“I think I do, yeah,” she nodded. 

“I can arrange a car for you and you can leave tomorrow morning,” he muttered. “In the meantime, I’ll sleep in one of the guest rooms,” he said before grabbing his water bottle from the table and walking past Akira out of the kitchen. Akira almost wanted to stop him, knowing that he was more than likely hurt but her stubbornness wouldn’t let her so she just watched as he walked away.

[mingishoe]

I want to hear your koreaboo dating stories jsjsjsj

Dude oh my gosh okay so literally the first thing was hE LIED ABOUT HIS NAME- I’m gonna expose him and say the name he told me bc it’s not even his real name, Taesong. So like he told me his English name but he was like don’t call me that, call me Taesong. So I was like uh okay whatever so I did.

The second thing was the way he would compare himself to other idols. He would post side by side pictures of like him and Yoongi next to each other or like him and Jimin and be like “look (my name) I look just like Jimin!” And I’d be like uH riGhT and like red flags were going off in my head like oH sHiT wHaT hAvE I gOtTeN mYsElF iNtO

Anothe thing was he got his hair done to match Jimins. He cut it and dyed it exactly and would be like “I look jUST like Jimin don’t I?”

His korean- like don’t even get me started. I know I’m not even close to fluent in korean but I know half of the stuff he was saying was completely mispronounced. He would be singing me songs 24/7 in korean. Only BTS songs btw. I’m pretty sure he didn’t even know any other groups. Actually- I’m 100% sure he didn’t know ANY other groups, not even the big groups that he should’ve known if he was BORN in Korea like some Big Bang or like Girls Generation. He just refused to sing anything other than BTS so I’m pretty sure he was a BTSpoppie.

HIS AEGYO- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST- THATS THE WORST SHIT IVE EVER SEEN. If no one has ever done aegyo in front of you mUCH LESS IN THE MIDDLE OF TARGET you’ve never felt true embarrassment. That was the most awkward thing that I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. He would mAKE THE FUCKING “HUMP” “UMPH” and like “UWU” NOISES AND DAWG THAT WASNT CUTE But I really had to pretend it was.

Those were some of the main things bc like he really was convinced he looked like Jimin (he honestly really didn’t) but yeah it was just a million red flags that I totally ignored but then finally realised after like some thorough conversations with my friends that he was 100% lying and he wasn’t even korean (which I found out I was right after we broke up)

So like after we broke up he wasn’t over it- like I had to threaten to call the cops and file for harassment for him to stop bothering me and that only lasted about 2 months when he recently started calling me constantly. OH I left this out but he had blocked my number after we broke up so he could call me as many times as he wanted to and I couldn’t block him bc it was shown as a unknown number or whatever.

But yeah he also was really manipulative and had basically guilt tripped me into saying the fucking L word after literally a week. His exact words, “I just feel like you don’t care about me and it makes me really upset when I say that I love you and you don’t say it back.” So yeah he basically guilt tripped me into saying that I loved him (when I honestly didn’t) and now that I’m thinking about it he guilt tripped me into actually going out with him

But honestly I really think he was going this extra bc I liked kpop and he thought I wouldn’t like him if he wasn’t korean so yeah idk if I blame him or not but idk the posts were going on for a year or so, so honestly idek

so yeah that’s basically my “I dated a koreaboo” story🙃🙃🙃 sorry if some of this didn’t make sense I was kinda rant typing

OH BTW THIS STARTED ON THANKSGIVING AND ENDED LITERALLY BEFORE CHRISTMAS. The breakup story is a WHOLE other thing that also leads to the harassment so yeah

[teecohenc]

stitch by stitch, tear apart .

WHO: Tina Cohen-Chang & Tanya Cohen-Chang with mentions of Ji-Hun Cohen-Chang, Santana Lopez, Sam Evans, Hunter Clarington & Rachel Berry.  WHAT:  Happy Holidays???? ( Not in Castleport, my dudes ).  WHERE: Tanya Cohen-Chang & Ji-Hun Cohen-Chang’s home. WHEN: Thanksgiving. WARNINGS: Mentions of parental death & hints at depression. 

“Mama?” Tina called out as she carefully stepped over the threshold and into to her old family home; a dark and barbed weight settling in her chest as it tended to do ever since his funeral.

Honestly, she didn’t know how her mother could stand to still live in a place where each room was now a crippling reminder of the sunshine presence that would never fill them again. Hell, it was only last week that she’d been able to put back up her favorite framed photo she had of her and her father ( her, sitting atop his shoulders at 6 years old with a missing front-toothed grin while he laughed and laughed and spun them around ) without collapsing into tears.

They’d both agreed weeks back that Thanksgiving wouldn’t be celebrated this year. The mere idea of it was just too hard to comprehend. Truthfully, there was nothing more Tina wanted than to just stay at home for the night, curled with Salem and a few mugs of generously spiked cider while she watched a mind-numbing series on Netflix. But her mother had asked her over the day before yesterday, and there was no way she could or would refuse.

However, the sight of the small, well-loved living room table filled with gimbap, kimchi, and soju all laid out neatly across its surface was pretty paramount in both startling and confusing the absolute hell out of her.

“What—?” but her voice cut off as soon as her mother appeared from down the short hall. For a long moment, Tina just watched her come closer, incredulous to what was happening, as a rush of blinding anger came to the forefront of her senses. Was this for real? Why in the hell would she do this? Why would she do anything that would make them remember him so soon? Too soon.

“His favorite foods from home that he liked to make,” was all Tanya offered after a tense silence, but it only made the emotions ricocheting inside of her that much worse. What was she thinking? Was she serious?! But just as she opened her mouth to shout and reprimand her mother with everything she had, she found herself beat to the punch yet again.

“Don’t. Please.” Another leaden pause thickened the air like a suffocating smog.

“You know he wouldn’t have wanted the house like this, Tina; filled with this awful silence and sorrow. You and I mourning. You know he would have hated it.”

The harsh words were loaded and like a violent shot to the chest — her breath hitching as she tried to fight back the hot press of tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes.

God, hadn’t she cried enough? Why couldn’t it just stop already? Why did she do this?

Tina opened her mouth once more — to say what, she wasn’t too sure — but the sudden and harsh bursts of fury, sorrow, and loneliness she’d felt coalescing to dangerous heights mere seconds before died out when she caught the open and earnest look reflected in her mother’s own watery eyes; something she hadn’t seen in months.

It reminded her of the days she and her mother and father spent during her youth; goofing around in the kitchen and dancing sporadically to old rock music, or camping out in the backyard as her dad made silly-voiced shadow puppets on the tent walls with a flashlight, and so, so much more. Each moment was filled with the same heartfelt and loving air that she’d always felt and cherished the most from her parents that surrounded practically everything they did. They were the memories ( and everything that came with them ) that she’d so desperately tried to shove down in the aftermath of her father’s death for fear of a complete and utter breakdown. But in that one, singular instance and whispered plea from her equally suffering mother in her old family home, she found that she now, more than ever, wanted desperately to cling to them like a stubborn, spoiled child.  

And despite vaguely wishing she’d been talked to first about the whole set up; despite being ambushed and knowing she had the right to be upset in some form or fashion, Tina looked at her mother, over to the table of food that her father always swore by for the heaviest of hearts, and felt her tight, burning muscles lose all their fight and strain. 

Fine. Fine. She was right, wasn’t she?

Wasn’t she . . .?

Nodding her head, Tina smiled a choppy, but somehow sincere smile of her own as she pushed down the niggling urge to run off and throw up.

“Yeah. Okay. . .”

&&. ___________

It was a mere few hours later, and she was on that pleasant precipice of tipsiness that came just before you fell straight into being drunk. There were only a few traces of food left in bits and pieces on the table as she watched from her place on the couch — whole body warm and uncontrollable giggles tumbling free — as her mother regaled a story about the utter disaster that was her father’s proposal. It was one that she’d heard about a million times before, and yet, it never got old.

The start to their rather unexpected evening had been difficult and somewhat stilted despite the mini intervention of sorts. But once they’d stared to eat and the more they talked and began to laugh and tentatively reminisce ( the more they drank ) the easier and more enjoyable it got. Hearing about her father like this: happy and silly and whole as he ever had been, and from the only other person who knew him so well and loved him just as much as she did was something she hadn’t realized she needed; something she didn’t think would be so cathartic after the endless sad of it all.

Tina had just poured two more glasses of peach soju for her and her mother once their mingled laughter finally died down, when Tanya slowly leaned back with a small, satisfied sigh and smiled in that seeking, motherly kind of way.

“. . . How are things with you, though, honey? You know, outside of work. You’ve had so much go on with that poor Rachel girl, and this town’s never-ending need for drama outside of themselves. I haven’t heard much from you about, well . . . any of it lately.”

Well, that was absolutely a conversation that didn’t need to be had.

“Yeah, it’s all fine. I mean, it’s been hard, of course, but I’m . . . you know, dealing. I have Hunter, my friends, and work, so I’m not lacking,” she replied airily as she waved the question off. But Tanya just stared at her daughter for a long, calculating moment, and Tina felt her stomach drop at what she hoped wasn’t coming.  

Anything but that. 

“You should know better than to try and lie to me like that, sweetheart.”

Fuck. Fuck. Of course, yet again, her mother had gone and disarmed her with only a sentence ( paired with the liquor in her system and slew of emotions and issues ) as the repressed realities of the past year came slithering like grotesque vines to grip at her heart. How exactly did one tell their mother that, besides an old schoolmate dying after months of being missing, she and her friends had also been dealing with some freak tormenting them with secrets and blackmail? How she’d been on a rollercoaster with Hunter from the second he’d gotten back into Castleport that finally seemed to be slowing down and in their favor for once, or the nasty fight she’d got into with Santana that left her feeling enormously guilty and murderously irate at the same time? And worst of all, that she’d gotten Sam’s father drunk, took him home, and took a picture of what she’d done in order to save Double C’s from being shut down ( or worse ) after a series of horrible threats?

. . . Then there was her father; the haunting, painful memory of how he’d smiled a ghost of her favorite smile at her as she held his hand tight in hers ( as though that was enough to tether him to life ) before closing his eyes for the final time.

How it felt that she was just a hollow shell — a husk of nothing important or worthy of anything, and maybe she always had been.

Tanya must have seen the clear crumbling wall of emotions falling across her daughter’s face; her own showing nothing but heartbreaking empathy as she gently reached the short distance across the couch they sat on and cupped Tina’s face in her gentle hand.

“내 작은 해바라기가 너무 슬퍼 보인다.”

That.

Hearing her mother speak so gently to her in Korean along with the nickname she’d had since birth was what broke the damn, and hard. There was no stopping it. 

Tina let out an ugly, wrenched sob as she buckled forward and into her mother’s ready, protective, and comforting embrace. Her whole body shook as she cried — cried for everything that’d been her life as of late, and to the one person she knew would just let her, without judgement, without discomfort, without fear or phony reassurances, cry.

There, a daughter curled up with her mother in a heavy home filled with old, bittersweet memories and an emptiness that was felt achingly.  

And there she stayed for a long time.  

[love-geeky-fangirl]

My thoughts on seasons 3 of Gilmore Girls

It was kind of hypocritical of Rory to yell at Jess for dating Shane. She hadn't called him whole summer and she was still with Dean!!!

I kind of wish Lane didn't die her hair back. I still wonder what her mom's reaction would've been.

I swear Taylor Doose is the most annoying character in TV history.

- "I go to a place and they give me money for my service." - "Jess are you a gigolo??" Lmaoooo this is the most hilarious exchange on this show so far.

Even Jess could see how much in love with Lorelei Luke really is. When will he finally stop trying to deny it??

Four in four?? Why would anyone want that?? I'm sorry Jackson but that IS crazy.

Omg Lane and Dave are my new otp!!!

Dean broke up with Rory at the dance marathon. A public event. Right on the dance floor in front of everyone. After she'd been dancing for 23 hours and was exhausted. And it made her cry in front of everyone. Why does Lorelai still like him?

Jess and Rory got together in 3x08. Jackie and Hyde had their first kiss in 3x08. 3x08 is a lucky episode for me.

I was so mad at Rory when she ditched Jess to go talk to Dean. Like why would she do that? They were having such a passionate third kiss and everything was so perfect!! Then she completely ruined the moment.

That kiss at Thanksgiving in Luke's wasn't lame or half-assed at all. Dean and Rory's kisses were much lamer and more half-assed.

What exactly is Dean's problem now? Jess was just taking out the trash but he had to come in his way and pick up a fight with him for no reason. I think the worst part is that Jess didn't fight him because he knew that if he did Rory would think that he started it. Because she trusts Dean more than Jess even though Dean dumped her. And that's just sad.

I still don't understand why don't Lane and her mom speak Korean when they are alone. It just seems more realistic and logical to me.

Lane and Dave had such a sweet first kiss.

"Dean is such a nice guy, Dean is the best first boyfried ever, Dean's so sweet...." I physically can't roll my eyes any further.

That whole I Solemnly Swear episode was sooo boring! No Jess, no Lane, no Richard, barely any Luke...

Zach is so stupid! He reminds me of Todd from 1x12.

The girl that played Lorelai in the flashback was casting done right.

I loved Rory's curly hair in 3x14.

Why was Jess so embarrassed to admit he got attacked by a swan to Rory? It's not like Miss Got Hit By a Deer wouldn't understand.

Where's Tristan? I kind of miss him.

How come Paris is not going to Harvard? She worked so hard! She had all the extra-curriculars! She never failed one thing in her life! She is the student body president and an editor for the school paper! This is the most unrealistic thing that happened on this show.

Why does Lorelai suddenly want Rory to want to go to Yale? And Rory too? After they spent eighteen years talking about Harvard? And I read Yale doesn't even have a journalism major!

Dave Rigalsky is the sweetest guy on this show.

Oh no Jess! Don't just leave without explaining yourself! Been there, done that, trust me it's not worth it!

Also Jess, why are you wearing that thick black leather jacket on a beach in California?? Seriously, take it off.

I burst into tears when Jess said: "You got nothing? I got nothing!"

How did we only have 15 episodes with Jess and Rory dating? And they only had a scene together in 11 of them? How come we never got to see Rory wearing Jess' leather jacket? Or them buying books and bonding over their absent fathers together? I feel robbed!

[donttellpeterparker]

Love Me To Love You

Summary: Five love letters, five ways my life was slowly spinning out of control. If I had known what a disaster my junior year was about to be I'd never addressed my letters, but I did... and now they were out... I was totally and utterly screwed.

Requested: No

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning(s)?: AU, pg-13, filler chapter (italics is basically her inner monologue)

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Love Me To Love You

The forbidden kiss.

We knew that it was wrong. That he was betrothed to my sister. But if this wasn't what he wanted, then why did he come to the field of desire?

It was fated, that we should meet like this-

I grunted and rolled over in bed, starring daggers into my younger sister as I rose up into a seating position, the pillow she had used to throw at me laying beside.

''Hey!''

''Are we hanging out or what?'' She was very bossy for an 11 year old.

''I just want to finish this chapter'' Before I could even dive back into the story of the people I envied most in the world, the sound of dishes clanging together down stairs brought my attention back to reality.

''Oh!'' Yep, that was dad. I sadly glanced at my younger sister, Kitty as we call her, as Margot, my eldest sister, came by my bedroom.

''Should we go down and help him?'' I asked, knowing he struggled around this time of year.

''He wants to do it himself, but please, come help set the table'' With her being the eldest of us, she sort of became a mother like figure to us when mum passed.

''I hate when dad makes Korean food, it always taste like butt'' Kitty stated as her and Margot both turned away to head down the stairs. I smiled slightly to myself at her comment before rising off the bed soon following behind them.

Kitty and Margot bickered between each other before falling short once a knock was heard at the front door. I waited on the stairs and rested my arms against the railing as Josh walked inside, his arms instantly going around Margot as he pulled her in for a sweet kiss. I stared in awe at this before he moved to greet my youngest sister with a hug also, her tiny arms barely reaching all the way around his back.

''Ashley-Jane'' He walks over and offers me a high five. I slap his hand with my own and laugh softly as he smiled back, soon pivoting around to head into the dining room followed by my sisters. I sighed before moving off the steps heading in the dining room myself.

''So uh, what you cooking?''

We all sat around the table as dad tried his best to saw through the meat. He overcooked it. It looked like tar, cemented together. Some could say it almost looked like road kill.

''Usually if you just rock this thing back and forth...'' Dad trails off, still trying to cut the meat.

''It's supposed to fall off the bone'' I stated quietly, popping my head in my hands as my elbows rested against the table. Margot sent me a look before getting up to help dad cut the meat.

''You know, the electric knife is in the kitchen and it'll have that thing ready to eat in like two seconds'' My sister, always the optimist. She gets up and smiled brightly at everyone, taking the food with her into the kitchen. I sometimes wish I shared the same upbeat energy as her.

''I can't believe we're not going to see her again till thanksgiving'' Kitty speaks from the end of table sadly. I know, I was going to miss her heaps too.

''It's gonna be Christmas, actually sweetheart because Scotland's too far to come back from for thanksgiving'' Both Kitty's and I's eyes widen at this new found information.

''Wait are you kidding? We are not going to see her till Christmas?'' It was incredulous. I had no idea how we were going to survive without her for so long.

''Let's look on the bright side..'' Here we go.

''Margot won't be taking the care everyday, so you can practice your driving'' I mentally rolled my eyes at dad's attempt to cheer me up.

''I forgot I have to drive with Ashley-Jane now'' Kitty speaks up dramatically.

''Feel free to take the bus'' I glare at my younger sister before Josh cuts in.

''If you are in a bind, I can give you a ride, I'm next door, I'm not going anywhere'' At this I turned to face him and smiled.

''Or I can drive, and if we get pulled over, we just switch places real quick'' I smiled at Kitty's comment as Margot brings over the now cut up meat.

''Top-notch idea honey'' Dad agrees sarcastically causing us all to laugh.

''What'd I miss?'' Margot asks as soon as she reached to pop food onto my plate.

''We were talking about what a bad driver Ashley-Jane is'' Kitty gestures towards me with a sarcastic smirk. I just make a face back causing her to smirk even more.

''Yeah, we were, but we were also talking about airplanes, which speaking of... I had a surprise for you'' I drop my hands down away from my face as Josh reached into his pocket to get something out and passes it over to Margot.

''Oh'' Was all she responded with.

''Seeing as you couldn't come home for thanksgiving, I figured I'd bring home to you'' My heart jumped at the romantic gesture.

''It's a plane ticket, I'm coming to Scotland'' Josh states proudly, smiling to all of us, especially Margot. Dad grins and pats Josh on the back.

''Look at Josh stepping up!'' Dad sounded beyond happy about this. Though with one look towards my older sister I could tell she did not share the same excitement. In fact, she looked devastated.

''You.. you already paid for this?'' Josh's face began to drop as did the mood in the room.

''Yeah, I had a google alert set for flights as soon as you decided you wanted to go to school there, why?'' God he was beyond incredible. Margot cleared her throat and continued serving food, completely ignoring what had just happened.

Another thing with her, she didn't like confrontation. She avoided it.

~*~*~*~*

I guess I should tell you a little bit about Josh. He and Margot have been together for the past two years., but before Margot even cared that he existed, he was my first boyfriend. Well... space between the words, boy was a friend. I could talk to him about anything. We really understood each other.

''Okay, would you rather only drink water for the rest of you life? Or, you can drink whatever you want but it has to have a little drop of pee in it'' I asked as we both sat on the bleachers nest to each other.

''Clear or yellow?'' He asked, popping a crisp into his mouth.

''It has to be a little yellow'' I responded. He thought about it for a second.

''I mean pee, definitely pee. I can't give up Mountain Dew'' He stated.

''Yeah definitely, pee's the only answer'' I glanced up at him before quickly looking away blushing.

We didn't stop being friends when Josh and Margot got together, it was just different.

''Water, definitely water'' Margot stated as if she was so disgusted.

''Yeah, me too'' Josh chimed in next to her.

''Definitely'' He concluded.

They didn't want me to left out, so they invited me everywhere.. even on dates. They tried to make it as normal as possible but, I still felt like a third wheel. It's not that I wanted to steal my sister's boyfriend or anything. I was super happy for Margot. She deserves a great guy like Josh. And so I wrote him a letter. I wasn't going to send the letter, it was just for me to understand how I was feeling. But really, I guess it was mainly about how sometimes I imagined what it would have been like if I had realised how I felt about him sooner.

''Making me look like the bad guy...'' Margot's voice echoed from the driveaway.

''Oh I'm making you look like the bad guy, you know how hard that was?!'' Josh yelled back.

''You shouldn't have in front of them!'' Margot fought back. I closed the curtain and walked away. I've never heard them fight like this, even when Josh spilled chocolate milk all over her favourite white blouse a few months back.

I headed over towards my wardrobe and turned on the light. I lifted my glance to the blue ribboned box on the very top shelf and smiled to myself. I grabbed it and left the wardrobe, turning the light off behind me as I say on my carpet indian style.

My letters were my most secret possessions. They're five total:

Kenny from camp; Peter from seventh grade; Lucas from homecoming; John Ambrose from Model UN; and Josh. I write a letter when I have a crush so intense I don't know what else to do. Rereading my letters reminds me of how powerful my emotions can be, how all-consuming. And Margot would say I'm over-dramatic, but I think drama can be fun.

''What are you doing?'' My attention soon left my own head as Margot's voice popped in. I quickly scampered to put my things away as well as the box before getting up off of the ground, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

''Nothing'' Just as long as nobody else knows about it.

''Your room's a mess'' She puts down a box she was carrying and flops down onto my bed. She looked wrecked.

I hoped into my bed next to her as she rolled over and cuddled my pillow close to her as she glanced off into the distance.

''Are you okay?'' I didn't want her to know I had over heard everything but at the same time, I wanted to be there for her.

''Yeah'' she responded slightly sad.

''Well, I don't know, I just broke up with Josh'' my eyes widen in shock.

''You did what?'' This was insane! They loved each other!

''Why?'' I couldn't understand it. I was so puzzled.

''Before mum died, she said I should never go to college with a boyfriend'' I rolled my eyes at this, she was using it as an excuse.

''But you love him'' I still couldn't seem to wrap my head around this. It was so unexpected.

''I know'' she responded sadly.

''So, do you think you might change your mind?'' She had to, this was just the fear talking it has to be. She sits up straights now and readjusts her hair, making sure her tears weren't falling down her cheeks anymore.

''No''

''No, it's over'' I see out of the corner of my eye her glance flicker with sadness for a moment before it quickly disappears again, a fake smile falling across her face.

''When I was packing for college, I had daddy make a box of things to take to goodwill. I think you should do it to, I made you a box'' Diversion.

I sit up straighter and glance around my messy and overly-clattered room.

''I don't really think there's anything I can part with at the moment'' I say half seriously half jokingly.

''Ashley-Jane, I'm leaving tomorrow'' don't remind me.

''That means you're going to be the biggest sister. You need to set a good example for Kitty, no gorging on chips before dinner and a clean room'' She says, looking around my room in distaste near the end of her sentence.

''Can we go back to talking about how you're sad?''

~*~*~*~*

Margot says when something is no longer useful, you either donate it, recycle it, or throw it away. I always knew she felt that way about objects but...

We all hoped into the car as Margot glanced one last time over towards Josh who was standing in his driveway, watching us load the car up with boxes.

I didn't think she could feel that way about a person.

''Come here'' Margot spoke to Kitty as she offered out a hug. We were currently standing near the gate at the airport waiting for Margot's flight.

Once she pulled away I slowly walked over and wrapped my arms around her tightly, squeezing my eyes shut to try and stop the tears from falling.

''Hey, you need a magazine. We'll be right back'' Both dad and Kitty walked off just leaving the two of us to say goodbye.

''You gonna be okay?'' Honestly, no.

''Did you have to pick the furthest college you could possibly think of?'' I asked.

''Who am I supposed to eat lunch with?'' I was going to miss her. She was my rock both inside and outside of home. School wasn't going to be the same without her.

''I think you should look at this as an opportunity to branch out, make some new friends''

''No'' I was very quick to respond.

''It's junior year, you never know what could happen''

''That's what I'm afraid of'' I spoke up almost sarcastically.

''If you need me I'm just a skype call away''

''Until you start going to pubs and eating Haggis, with your Scottish friends and forget about all of us'' I was disgusted at even mentioning the name of the food itself.

''I promise you I could never, ever... eat haggis'' I laughed lightly at the brief pause she made deliberately.

''We couldn't decide so we got you all of them'' Dad and Kitty soon arrived back with a magazines they had gotten.

''That's Road and Track, it doesn't sound interesting but if you stick with it... come here'' Dad pulled Margot in for one last hug as his eyes started brimming with tears as well.

We all soon got together for a group hug, one last time.

''Alright I gotta go'' Margot speaks up cutting the family hug short. We all step away and turn to face Margot with sad eyes. She gives us one last goodbye smile and walks right off towards her gate as Dad wraps an arm around both Kitty and I.

''Think she'll turn around?'' Kitty asks hopefully. I lean against dad and shake my head.

''No, that's not Margot'' we watched as she disappeared from our sights without one fleeting glance back.

''Can we have a dog now?'' this makes me smile. Dad turns to face Kitty and smiles too.

''No, but that's a nice try'' I laugh and pull my youngest sister along with me as we leave the airport together.

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A/N: Here's the first chapter of the mini series for 'To All The Boys I've Loved Before!'. Yes this is basically another remake of one of my most favourite movies of all time. Just like 'You're A Loser' except this one will be written in first person. Thank you for reading! Please leave feedback and comments about what you would like xx

[ardentprose]

Chapter 2 - Together

Yoongi X Reader

Warnings: Language, Implied Racism?? (just in case)

Thank you as always for your patience. Battling anxiety and writer’s block is not easy but I made it through! These chapters may become shorter so that they are easier to read and more frequent. Thanks <3.

Thanksgiving Break.

Cars roll up to dormitories, some carrying friends, others parents who have made the drive to see their beloved children and take them home for a hot dinner. Within a few hours most of the campus is abandoned. Dorms stand clean, vacant and locked. The cafeteria prepares its last late lunch before closing down its services. Those staying on campus for one reason or another have their fridges stocked for the next twenty four hours for their own small celebrations.

Tucked away in one of the dorms’ bedrooms, Min Yoongi shoves various black pieces of clothing into his duffle bag. Unlike his fellow dorm mates roaring with delight in the hallways, Yoongi is less than thrilled.

To start, he had no idea the Thanksgiving break existed, let alone Thanksgiving. Call him air-headed or ignorant, but Yoongi preferred the term focused. So hyper focused that he could miss big details around him like a national holiday that shut down every school in the country.

With one hand Yoongi presses down his clothing, while the other attempts to zip up his bag bit by bit. Biceps flexing and knuckles protruding, Yoongi leans all his weight into the bag until it finally shuts with a satisfactory zip.

He releases a huge sigh and turns to his empty backpack. He still has to pack his music equipment. It’s nothing fancy like he has back in Korea, but a small portable keyboard, laptop, headphones, and launch pad.

But for now he’s hungry and if he doesn’t hurry Hoseok will raid the pantry and steal his portion of snacks. On his way to the kitchen, Yoongi slams the door closed to their dorm, effectively muting the rowdy men in the halls. One he swears is Kim Seokjin cursing out his roommate for spilling a beer.

“You packed and ready to go?” Hoseok asks from where he stands in front of the pantry doing exactly what Yoongi feared. The shorter boy walks up behind him and hip checks Hoseok out the way. Hoseok allows it and easily reaches over Yoongi’s head. 

“Yeah for the most part.” Yoongi mutters, sliding an arm into the shelf and hugging all his snacks at once to his chest.

A pack of Cheetos drops and both boys glance down at it. Hoseok swoops down and picks it up, offering it to Yoongi.

“Keep it.” Yoongi says, turning to head back to his room.

“Alright, Yoon, not so fast.” Hoseok tugs on Yoongi’s shoulder but it doesn’t deter the solemn man from heading back to his bedroom. Hoseok follows on his heels, trying to gauge his roommate’s mood.

“You never let me have your snacks. What’s wrong?” He asks, tossing the Cheetos on Yoongi’s bed and then going over to hop onto his. Hoseok was an efficient, clean person - most of the time. The past weeks had gotten a tad hairy but Hoseok made up for it by deep cleaning their dorm until it smelled of lemon and Clorox. As such Hoseok was packed and waiting for his ride two hours in advance, giving him ample time to figure out what had his roommate so down.

Lying back and tucking his hands behind his head, Hoseok watches Yoongi find places for his snacks to go around the equipment he puts into the backpack.

After another minute of silence, Hoseok is about to ask again when Yoongi finally responds.

“I’m going with Y/N to her house.”

“No shit, really? You excited, bro? That’s practically an invitation to-”

“No, it isn’t.” Yoongi shoots Hoseok a glare hard enough to make him swallow the rest of his sentence.

“Then why are you going?”

“She invited me.”

“And you want to go?”

“I don’t have a choice. They’re closing down the school.”

“You could stay if you really wanted to. But you’re not. You’re going to Y/N’s house and celebrating Thanksgiving with her family. “

“Yeah.”  Yoongi exhales, sending the word out between shaky lips. Hoseok narrows his eyebrows, then sits up to see if Yoongi truly looks as terrified as he sounds.

“Yoongi.” He calls and slowly, Yoongi turns to meet Hoseok’s eyes.

“You’re freaking out aren’t you? Don't worry. I’m sure Y/N’s family is as sweet as she is.”

“I’ve never been to an American house before.” Yoongi admits. He sits down on the edge of his bed and drops his face into his hands.

Hoseok hums, reaching across the few feet of space between their beds and taking Yoongi’s hand in his own.

“Okay, but Americans are not some alien species. They’re normal people like us and once you get there you’ll have fun with them. Especially if Y/N’s there with you.”

“Are you sure?” Yoongi lifts his head, sending his friend an incredulous look. “I have yet to see normal behavior from them.”

Hoseok wrinkles his brow, then bursts into laughter as realization dawns.

“Yoongi! Trust me! I’ve been here two years alright? I lived with an American family last year and they were the coolest people I have ever met. You’re freaking yourself out over something that’s not a big deal. We come from different cultures, but so what? At the end of the day we’re all human and we all like to eat.”

“You sound like Y/N.” Yoongi groans, rubbing his face in anxiety.

“Hyung, listen.” Hoseok’s tone becomes serious as he searches for Yoongi’s eyes. “You will be fine. Y/N wouldn’t take you with her if she thought you wouldn’t enjoy it. And if you get uncomfortable just tell her. I can’t imagine she would get offended.”

“I’m not doing that.” Yoongi frowns, lifting his reddened face from his relentless palms. His lower lip juts out and his cheek are round and flushed.

“Ah, hyung. Then just stay on campus.” Hoseok gives up, falling backwards onto the bed and releasing a groan.

“N-no. I want to go.” Yoongi mumbles. His heart is thudding in his chest and his palms are clammy, but no matter how terrified he is of your family, Yoongi knew he didn’t want to mope around his empty dorm for five days.

He knows he would be miserable spending the holiday alone, because his attitude has already changed since meeting you. Much to his disliking. The first few weeks of school Yoongi refused to leave his dorm, not even for Hoseok. He liked having the dorm to work on his music without disruption.

But then he met you. Smiling, laughing, sweetheart you. Someone who promised to help him pass his English tests. Someone who forced him out to a cafe once a week in order to study. Someone who tried his coffee even though she didn’t like the black taste of it. Someone who was gentle when he stuttered. Someone who trusted him enough to fall asleep on her books in public.

And somewhere along the way Yoongi suddenly found himself looking forward to the cafe sessions every Thursday. Now whenever he was alone he missed having you around to fill the silence. He spent hours looking up unique coffee flavors to win you over instead of working on the next bar of his latest song. Instead of glaring and refusing to speak, Yoongi laughed with you whenever he mispronounced a word. Never having been one to initiate conversations, now he couldn’t help but tease you just to earn your pretty eyes on him again and again. To hear you say his name felt like he was the most beautiful Korean word you had learned.

Yoongi chews on his lip, his eyes coming back into focus as he picks up on Hoseok’s humming while texting away on his phone. Hoseok was used to these sessions where yoongi would temporarily leave the planet and be lost in the recesses of his mind. As if it was second nature Hoseok drops his phone on his stomach and looks over at Yoongi.

“So you’re going?”

“I’m going.”

----- “Hey Yoongi!” You wave across the parking lot causing the older man to blush and look down at the sidewalk. Hearing your rapid footsteps he comes to a stop, meeting your excited eyes with his one apprehensive ones.

“Are you ready? Is this all your stuff? Do you need help carrying anything?” You fire questions at him making him widen his eyes at the near foreign words flying from your chapped lips.

“I’m all right.” He answers after processing the words.

“Hey, that’s English! We’re not even studying. Wow, you must have an amazing teacher.” You wink and laugh. Yoongi just smiles, overwhelmed by this new side of you that is clearly excited for this Thanksgiving holiday.

“Are you ready?” Yoongi asks following you back to your little grey sedan. You nod several times while popping open the trunk for him to place his duffel bag and backpack in beside your luggage.

“I’ve been waiting for Thanksgiving break for years.” You drag out the last word and slam the trunk closed.

“I can’t wait for you to meet my family, Yoongi.” You send him a heart-stopping smile before digging your keys out your pocket and sliding into the front seat.

Yoongi swallows. He doesn’t want to take away from your excitement but to say the feelings were mutual would be far from the tight ball of nerves currently wrapping around Yoongi’s throat.

Getting in and closing his passenger door with a thud, Yoongi leans back against the seat and slides his hands down his black jeans. He shifts his legs together than apart and tries to figure out what to do with his arms.

Why am I so weird? Just stop moving and sit still. Yoongi berates and shifts again until you flick on the radio distracting him from his attempt at not being awkward.

The first few minutes of the drive pass in silence. Trees blur into one another as you speed up, heading towards the highway.

“Do you care if we get some snacks?” You ask, breaking the silence with a glance Yoongi’s way.  

He nods knowing full well his backpack is stuffed with snacks. Hoseok even gave him a parting gift of some Haribo gummy bears to wish him good luck.

“Great, let’s stop here.” You say and turn into a bright yellow gas station.

Just say you already have snacks in your bag, idiot. Save some money.

But she might not like them. They’re mostly Korean junk food.

Just ask and see what she says.

Who am I to deny her? She wants snacks. We get snacks. Yoongi ends his internal debate by slamming the car door closed and follows you into the convenience store.

Although having been in America for a semester now, Yoongi never grew tired of how many Americans snacks there were in your average store. All the rainbow advertisements and family sized packaging blew him away and was the reason he fell into an obsession of hoarding chips, Cheetos, and candy from his roommate.

You split up heading towards the bathroom while Yoongi walks down the candy aisle. After picking up some Twizzlers, he turns the corner and finds a familiar blue package of chocolate cookies. He grabs it and purses his lips, sounding out the word.

“Oh ree oh….Oreo!” Lighting up with recognition, Yoongi chuckles, grabbing two packs of the sweet cookies. If there was anything he had learned in this country, it was oreos were fucking cocaine to college students.

Even if I can’t finish all of these, I can always sell them. He reasons while grabbing a third pack.

“Hey, what’d you find?” You grin, back from the bathroom, and Yoongi grins back, unabashed by the amount of food in his arms. “You know my family will feed you right?”

Yoongi recognizes your teasing tone and rolls his eyes.

“Olee- Oh ree oh.” Yoongi grins.

“They’re good!” You agree, taking some from his arms.

“Fuck yeah.”

You burst into laughter, walking ahead of him to the counter. “Yoongi, I swear the only English you’ve learned how to say correctly are curse words.” You grab some things along the way for yourself and set them on the counter.

“Oh wait! I want to grab some gummy bears for my sister!” You turn on your heel and take off towards the candy section.

“I have gummy bears!” Yoongi calls after you, but you must not understand him as you disappear around the bend.

Turning back to the counter, Yoongi spots a bell and rings it. The cashier, an older man with slumped shoulders and bags under his eyes swings the backroom door open. He eyes Yoongi up and down before shuffling forward to sit down at the cash register.

Silently, he starts ringing Yoongi’s snacks up while Yoongi pushes the items within the man’s reach.

Yoongi glances towards the candy section where you disappeared to. The man is almost done ringing up his things. He hasn’t so much as spared a glance towards him, but he might ask a question Yoongi doesn’t know the answer to.

Please hurry up. He bites his lip as the cashier meets Yoongi’s eyes for the first time. He must look a nervous wreck because the cashier raises his eyebrow for a tenth of a second before sliding his gaze into neutral once more.

“Ten ninety five.” The man clears his throat.

Yoongi swallows thickly, and pulls out his wallet from his back pocket. Separating the green bills he searches for the correct number, praying you’re on your way back before he has to hand over the money.

Alas, you are still nowhere to be seen as Yoongi picks out a ten and picks out a five dollar bill - just to be safe - and places it on the counter.

“I said ten ninety five.” The man says. Lightning courses through Yoongi’s veins.

Shit! I got it wrong. Before he can grab the money back the cashier sweeps up the cash, muttering something under his breath.

“Hey, sorry. I found them.” You sigh, placing your hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and reaching before him to drop the candy.

“You have to wait your turn.” The cashier rests his hand on the open drawer, staring at you.

“Oh, no we’re together.” You respond, offering a polite smile.

“You’re with him?” The man states it like it’s a warning, causing your smile to fall.

Yoongi glances between you two, trying to figure out what the problem was. Or why your hand - which he was still processing as being on his shoulder - was now clenching his bicep.

I’m studying harder this break. He chews on his lip, sensing the tension between you and the cashier. His heart begins to pound, hands growing moist.

“Yeah. We are.” You state in the same tone the cashier used with you. Stepping closer to Yoongi, you hook an arm around him and send the man a look. “Thanks.”

Yoongi’s face blooms and he grows stiff, his entire mind focused on the fact that you were touching him, holding his arm against your side like it would be ripped away from you otherwise.

“To each his own I guess.” The cashier mumbles, sliding the receipt back over and unhooking the plastic bag to hand over the counter.

“Yup.” You respond curtly, turning with Yoongi on your arm and leaving the store.

He follows you numbly to the car, not realizing your speaking to him until he feels a sharp poke to his side.  

“Yoongi? Are you alright?”

“Hm? Yeah.” He blinks, watching you toss the snacks in the back and then get into the car. He follows suit and pulls the seatbelt across his chest.

“I’m sorry about in there. I can’t believe he asked that.”

“What happened?” Yoongi asks softly, blushing with the lack of knowledge he possessed in order to help you.

“Oh, you didn’t understand him? Well that’s for the best then.  It wasn’t a big deal. He...he just assumed something.”

“Assumed?”

“Guessed wrongly.”

After a moment of silence, letting you concentrate on merging onto the highway, Yoongi turns to you once again.

“Together. What does it mean?”

“Together?” Yoongi frowns watching your cheeks color.

Now he was more confused than before. Did the cashier insult you in some way? He himself be damned, if that man said anything to upset you Yoongi swears he will find the location of that gas station and teach the man a thing or two - in Korean.

“I-It just means...like...you know...we stay with each other.” You wrinkle your brow and your knuckles tighten around the steering wheel.

“Me and you. We are together?” He asks for clarification. In return he gets an even deeper shade of red on your face. You lick your lips, curling them into your mouth.

“Yeah...we are.” you hesitate and Yoongi watches amused. “As friends.”

“Together. Friends.” He sighs satisfied with your explanation. Yoongi closes his eyes and leans back against the headrest.

“Yeah. Friends.” You repeat in a voice so soft,  Yoongi barely catches the words as he drifts off.