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oshygoshy · 2 months ago

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what genre of tiktok brain rot do they watch (aka just things that pop up on my fyp)

word count - 1,054 words

warnings - not proofread also wrote this at 3 am so probably doesn't make sense

a/n - in honor of tiktok getting banned in the states. fly high, fellow americans. unfortunately i seriously need to Lock In so i am NOT redownloading any other app. i need to focus on school (desperate). feel free to add on your own headcanons too!

karasuno

daichi - that one construction building meme like with the galvanized steel beams and wood veneers or whatever

suga - whiteboard marker ink test videos

asahi - sticker room decorating like where they have the little tweezers and place the sticker down perfectly every time (tried to buy a pack of them for himself bc they seemed relaxing but actually just got more stressed from trying to place them down perfectly first try. they're sitting half opened in his drawer)

noya - 3d ai art (animal fusions are his fave)

tanaka - those slideshows that are like "where are u shitting the hardest tag ur bro"

kageyama - volleyball videos. this man does not have a social media presence whatsoever. he is so disconnected

hinata - anime edits with brazilian phonk music

tsukki - car crash videos ("bikers fault") sprinkled in with the occasional study vlog. also on reels not tiktok.

yamaguchi - “your month your x” videos and sends the ugly ones to the gc always (yk how december is always a harlot and kageyama’s bday is in december?)

yachi - girl group idol fancams. makes study blogs on a side account. tsukki knows but doesn't tell her. he likes & follows (under a blank account with no pfp or anything duh)

kiyoko - makeup grwm, nail art videos

nekoma

kuroo - skibidi toilet rizz brain rot (unironically, for some reason it's always the smart stem majors studying the hardest shit with the most intense brain rot) or idk like those math edits that actually cook. like i've seen actual edits to the pythagorean theorem

kenma - streamer clips, new video games news, etc. watches maxwell the cat ravage the block and sends them to kuroo. he enjoyes them as well.

yaku - cooking videos, NOT asmr - very clear distinction. like newt on tiktok. funny and also helpful voiceovers

lev - skibidi toilet rizz brain rot (this time genuinely just brain rot, not studying stem) or gym videos

aoba josai

oikawa - volleyball. except this time he is connected to the internet unlike kags, he's just Addicted To That Grind so he consumes vb content on his downtown. or mercury cream depotting videos (my fave tbh i want to eat it so bad)

iwaizumi - makes the occasional gym videos and always blows up bc he's hot and oikawa is for sure jealous

mattsun - those alien videos that's like blowing up the earth with a ray gun or something and the entire comment section goes "bleep blorp zop?" yk??? and always sends them to makki

makki - matches his freak and always replies with "dw pookster daddy can handle it🐺🥀⛓️❤️🖤" and sends the exact same shit back to mattsun

kunimi - matcha making aesthetic asmr videos (hates matcha though)

kindaichi - sports videos as a whole he kinda dabbles in them all (is confused why kunimi watches matcha when he hates matcha)

fukurodani

bokuto - animal video compilations (so cute!!)

akashi - booktok and literature, new manga & book releases. hates on coho but overall mature with his booktok takes

konoha - pokemon nuzlocke/competitive clips. highkey has no idea what's going on (same) but enjoys them nonetheless. tried to make a competitive team once, and immediately got lost (ev? like the little fox guy?)

shiratorizawa

ushijima- does not have tiktok or insta, but still watches the videos tendou sends him tho

tendou - i feel like random shit in general but likes horror/true crime/cave exploding stories

semi - hair salon videos…like hair styling. the more alternative the better

shirabu - school memes but is a haughty pre-med biology student and always likes the ones that are complaining abt how hard stem is, esp compared to humanities. sorry not sorry there's always gotta be that one kid

goshiki - dog grooming videos. he wishes somebody could apply that level of care to his own hair bc wtf is going on top of his head

inarizaki

atsumu - artificially likes a bunch of random shit that he doesn't gaf abt to make his fyp seem all aesthetic and cool. in actuality doesn't go on social media ever bc 1.) his pr manager has begged him not to, at least without checking in first, and 2.) genuinely just On That Grind and isn't on his phone much to begin with

osamu - coloring videos. loves hearing the sound of the marker scratching against the paper

suna - this man's screen time is insane. mostly spent on soap-cutting videos

kita - the chickens in his backyard coop. his farm doesn't have wifi.

aran - those what i fed my dog videos except it's those raw-fed dogs that are given like kangaroo bones and bear hearts and shit. actually insane diets they eat so much better than me. watches them as he eats like a microwaved tv meal and feels kinda sad abt himself

extra schools

hoshiumi- clips of nature documentaries/movies. always tries to find the rest of the movie on the account, but they never post the entire movie and gets really pissed abt ending on a cliffhanger everytime

hirugami - "what i cooked for my husband, john, after his 12 hour shift today: traditional british pea and carrot soup" and it's deep fried, frozen. and salty. ifykyk!!

daishou- twitter arguments with temple run in the background (also video always ends with "pluh!" ifykyk)

sakusa - aita videos omgggg he loves them sm. for one, it feels like gossiping which he loves (don't tell me he doesn't love gossip, 1.) he's cousins with motoya AND 2.) chided hinata for collapsing IN A HIGH SCHOOL match which?? did he even see that himself??? like karasuno wasn't against itachiyama for that match, AND THEN brought it up to hinata when they were both in msby - aka THEIR PROFESSIONAL CAREERS. he remembered a little mishap from like 6 years ago, and that’s the first thing he brings up to hinata?? not even a hello???? he TOTALLY remembers & holds a grudge) and two, it gives him something to listen to while doing his 10 step skincare routine

komori - mukbangs. sends the messiest ones to sakusa every time, and gets blocked for an hour every time as well

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soupofmushrooms · 8 months ago

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Karasuno Hair Salon!AU headcanons

I went to get a haircut a while ago and my hairdresser had silver hair like Suga's and it inspired this whole mess. Also, I don't know much about the hair salon business so take this with a huge chunk of salt?? Mostly assessing based of the qualities of the characters. Do not look too closely because there will be gaps.

Characters: All of your Karasuno volleyball team favourites + Yachi, Kiyoko, Ukai, Takeda

Sawamura Daichi

He takes on a senior/ manager role, has plenty of experience under his belt.

Makes small talk with the customer

Knows the regulars by names

Assigns shifts

Trains the rest of the staffs and is fairly good at all the roles

Covers whoever who can't make it

Used to give his siblings haircuts while they were growing up

I feel like he'd be open to going around to elderly homes and giving them free haircuts

Man's a guy who serves the community!!

Sugawara Koushi

He is so loved by all grandmamas and children.

Man can butter up ANYONE

and he lays it on thick

He's respectful, cheerful, and a good yapper

Children thinks he's kind and friendly

Generally pleasant guy

Will bribe children with candy so they stay still

Azumane Asahi

He knows the way he looks may scare kiddos away, so he uses his long hair to his advantage and styles it with lil' butterfly clips, pigtails and other accessories.

Has won a couple of hairdressing awards

Mostly the go-to person for more experimental styles

Has contacts in the modelling and fashion department which brings in a ton of money for the salon

The less shy children would go up to him and demands he lifts them like a lil' plane

He will never say no

Man makes a mean matcha though

Shimizu Kiyoko

Handles the makeup and photography should anyone come in with needs for bridal makeup services and other events.

Works closely with Asahi

Sometimes, they'll be out in the city together for side quests

She's a woman of many talents so pre-booking required!!!

Has a popular Instagram account dedicated to the bridal looks, mostly spread through word-of-mouth

Ennoshita Chikara

The hair salon prides themselves on incredible service as how they were trained under Ukai Sr.. So expect a nice lil drink while getting your next hairdo. The person behind the delicious coffee? Ennoshita.

Personally handles the coffee stock and orders

Has a good working relationship with the roasteries in town

Ensures each cup of coffee will brighten up your day

Does some cute doodles sometimes on the cups

WILL NOT GIVE OUT PHONE NUMBERS!! MAN'S KEEPING IT PROFESSIONAL

Cakes and other drinks are served too

Kinoshita Hisashi

Don't tell me this guy isn't the biggest gossip in this place. He easily encourages his customers to talk more, and is good at giving advice and reacting in an affirming way.

Him and Suga is always on top with the neighbourhood tea

He isn't a snitch but will act dumb about the drama

Narita Kazuhito

He plays a regular hairstylist role but helps out with Kageyama at the hairwashing station on busier days.

Has an adaptable personality so Daichi pairs him with new customers to have a feel for their personality

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

What many don't know about him is that he is a rather creative and artistic guy.

Paints nails and does incredible nail art

Can get eerily focused unlike his usual loud self

Practices new skills on Kiyoko (HIS WIFE!!)

Kiyoko ofc gets compliments and directs them to her incredible husband

And he recommends his WIFE'S makeup and photography services

SUCH A COUPLE

BUSINESS IS BOOMING

BIG MONEY BIG MONEY

Will also rock some sick nail designs, man does not care

The team also enjoy getting their nails done by him

Hinata's down for whatever's brightly coloured and funky

Kageyama doesn't do colour but does a clear coat

The team usually play with colours and designs but no rhinestones for them since it can get in the way

Nishinoya Yuu

When you need a dye job, he's the man.

Gets very excited when someone needs his services

Will talk you through the process, how to care for your new hair, and recommends the right shade for your skin etc

Does a very thorough job in explaining it all

Has a little steppy stool

I feel like he will change that dyed part of his hair quite often. Different colours. Same part. It's kinda funny.

Is very patient throughout the process

Will send a complimentary cake your way as a thank you for the many hours it takes

Hinata Shouyou

Makes light conversation with the regulars when he gives them a haircut.

Daichi also sends new customers his way since Hinata has a certain knack of interpreting someone's requests

Loves it when customers give him free reign

Usually uses that opportunity to film those blind pick challenges

Nails it usually

Kageyama Tobio

King of scalp massages

Gives a killer scalp massage

And a neck massage

Is very attentive to his customers and will always ask if the pressure is too hard or too soft

Instantly relaxing

Plays an assistant role to Noya, incredible eye for colour mixing

Approaches every task with dedication.

Man's also turning to Asahi for advice on creating the next big look

Star employee!! Despite being a little socially stunted

Is working on that though!!

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Apprentice under Ennoshita and handles social media with Yachi

Appears in their TikToks

Likes making different latte art designs. His current go to is a bear since it appeals to everyone. The peacock is a challenge though.

Brainstorms a lot of the content ideas with Yachi, but he's usually the face of it

Has a strong online presence though despite being a little shy in real life

Occasionally, he goes to Suga to ask for tips and learns from him. Suga's more than willing to share his knowledge!

Tsukishima Kei

I see him as taking this only as a part-time job though just for the money.

I see him working together with Daichi to go around giving free haircut to the community centres

He's being paid for it and that's fine by him

It's not the ideal part-time job but it's near his college, pays decently and fits his schedule

His best friend works there and enjoys it, so that's a little bit of a bonus too

I can imagine his brother being the type to be quite fond of caring for the community, so it rubs off on him a bit too

Daichi is understanding of his frank personality. In the end, it really is just a job so no big deal.

Yachi Hitoka

Handles marketing and social media.

It started as a kind deed to help the small business grow but ended up liking the team and stayed on.

Is definitely why they're blowing up online

Usually films the TikToks but plans the content with Yamaguchi

Very on trend, very quick on trends

Also knows who what the people want to see

Ukai Kenshin

Runs his mother's store but spreads the word about the hair salon.

His grandfather started hair salon, and when his dad married, his dad didn't realise that tending to the farm would be incredibly demanding and it was impossible to hold on to both businesses.

The hair salon went to his uncle for a while until he fell ill.

Somehow it fell into the hands of the Takeda family.

Completely entrusts it to the new team to run it.

Is very fond of the new team.

Takeda Ittetsu

He grew up going to the hair salon.

His grandfather used to hang out there with Ukai Sr. all the time.

They'd sit outside and have a smoke, next to lil Takeda who would be doing his homework.

Has many good memories with his grandfather at that hair salon.

So when it was struggling, he struck a deal to run it instead.

Now he's out building opportunities for them, getting them signed on with new businesses and partnerships.

He has a meeting with Shiseido next week.

#haikyuu #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #haikyuu headcanon #asahi azumane #tanaka ryuunosuke #nishinoya yuu #karasuno headcanons #ennoshita chikara #kiyoko shimizu #hitoka yachi #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #haikyuu au

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girl8890 · 2 years ago

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R Town | Ch.26

Namjoon x Daisy (FemOc)

word count: 3.8k

POV: Daisy

Warnings: Insecurities, Vaginal sex.

Index | Ch.27

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After living such a terrible life for such a long time, you would think that being introduced to an easier one would be a piece of cake. Well... it's not.

I've been prostituting myself since my parents died when I was sixteen. I had no family to look after me and ultimately ended up on the streets. Losing my virginity in the game and losing my soul a couple of times too. Sadly, getting a job at Felix's club was not the worst part of my life. At first, it was heaven on earth since I had a steady pay coming in. Wasn't the best, but better than what I was making on the streets. I also met M while working at Felix's club back in Washington. She quite literally saved me from her husband, but that's not a tail I wish to retell today.

After living that kind of life for so long, my point is that changing into a domestic role is challenging. Finding a job was a piece of cake, thanks to Namjoon. He's been my rock this entire time. He's even been helping me pay for my cosmetology classes. I try my best to pay for most of it now that I'm sweeping floors at the hair salon J-hope manages when I don't have school.

I can't cut hair without a license, and that's what always stopped me from trying to be a hairdresser in the first place. I've worked as a prostitute for so long, having sex and getting paid every night and sometimes until the morning. Going from that to attending school three times a week and having a 9-5 job isn't exactly a similar change.

Like today, I would already have 3 or 4 hundred dollars in my pocket at Lee club, but instead, I'm probably only at half of that because of taxes taking away my minimum wage salary. I try not to think of that while I sweep the hair of J-hope's latest client. His client was an older lady that works at the coffee shop down the street. I watched J-hope cut the women's hair like a master, and I longed to be the one that got her thanks in return when she was done. But I know it will be a long time until I get any praise for hair styling.

I sweep up the last of the woman's blondish-gray hair; then, I dump it in the trash bin. I look above me at the clock on the wall and sigh when I see my shift is almost over.

"Not very fulfilling, is it?"

I turn to the sound of J-hope's voice and see him sitting in one of the spinning chairs clients sit on. Unlike him, though, I'm not smiling. "No. Truthfully, it's really not."

J-hope laughs at my honest answer, which has me tilting my head in confusion. He then taps the armrest of the chair next to him, indicating he's asking me to sit with him. I place my broom on the wall to lean against it; then, I sigh again as I sit on the weirdly comfy plastic chair.

"I remember being like you once."

I raise an unbelieving eyebrow at him. "You remember quitting your job at sex and strip club to sweep floors?"

J-hope laughs at my response again, and I start to chuckle with him this time. Both J-hope and Suga know what my life was like before this. I felt the need to tell them once I met them since Namjoon asked them for a job for me. Namjoon is such a honest guy, and after leaving Lee club I wanted to be just as honest. They were both shocked that a "pretty girl like me" was living such a life. But just like Namjoon, they don't know my whole story.

"Wellllll, not exactly that, but I do remember my days of sweeping floors. This shop." J-hope raises his hands to gesture at the whole salon. "Actually used to be managed by my mother. Watching her cut hair made me what to be in her position so badly, but I also remember it took a while for me to be like her."

I now understand why J-hope is giving me this little backstory. I feel bad for acting like a downer now about the job. It's just so... different.

"At least you were set with a job because of your mom, and she could teach you. Besides the cosmo school, I'm self taught. I don't know if I'm ever going to be as good as you."

J-hope smiles at me, and it's weirdly comforting at that moment. He reaches out his hand, and I let him clasp his fingers in mine. "Not everything is easy. It takes time. You'll get the hang of it eventually. Then, who knows? Maybe you'll be having this conversation with one of your own hair sweepers one day."

I roll my eyes, but it's not at all sarcastic, especially when I feel my own smirk gracing my face. "When did you become so wise, J-hope?"

J-hope leans back in his chair and smirks. "Part of my many secret talents."

"Some of those secret talents only I can enjoy." We both look to the voice and see Suga is the one that just said those words. Him walking in from the front door with take-out in hand.

J-hope rolls his eyes at him. "Don't start the flirting now. I don't want Daisy running off because of your lewd suggestions."

Suga places the takeout, which looks like Tai food from the bag, on the table in the middle of the store. "My lewd suggestions? Your the one that suggested we should do it in the exact seat she's-"

"Shut up! Be quiet! No more!" I laugh when I see J-hope's face heat up in a beat red, but when I rethink Suga's unfinished words, I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my seat. "Ignore him, Daisy."

"She would never! I'm too funny to be ignored."

J-hope rolls his eyes again. "Try annoying."

Suga leans close to J-hope by holding himself up on the armrests of J-hope's chair. "And you love it."

J-hope's annoyed stare turns to one of admiration, and I feel my eyes soften when I look at the two men in love. "Yes," J-hope pecks Suga on the lips. "I do, but I'll love him even more if he gives me my Tai food."

Suga shakes his head and smiles, then does what his boyfriend asked of him. My last hour of work was eating Tai food with Suga and J-hope, and watching them play fight and flirt at the same time.

Watching this perfect couple in front of me reminds me of my own relationship with Namjoon. I find myself missing him a lot, even though we live together. I also find myself having insecurities because of him a lot too. Not that he's said or done anything, but seeing this perfect couple in front of me reminds me that I'm not the perfect girlfriend. I may "look perfect," but my life is far from it. I'm constantly worrying about being a good person like Namjoon, and worrying about how he thinks of me. Just trying hard not to fuck up, and ruin what he have.

Do you know how much pressure that is? Sure, I've been judged before. The type of lifestyle I was living has judgment in the job description, but I'm out of that life now. The last thing I want to do is disappoint the person I love most in this world.

But it's just so... hard!

Every day is a new challenge, and I've been lying through my teeth every time Namjoon asks me how my day was. I don't want him to feel bad if I say how it's really been going for me. That sweeping floors and going to school is no picnic, and I find myself wondering how much money I could have made if I stayed at Lee club.

Of course, J-hope has been making the job of sweeping floors much more favorable for me, and the thought of making Namjoon proud in the future if I graduate with my cosmetology license is a positive in itself, but why does it need to take so bloody long?

I try to repeat J-hope's words to me each time that thought crosses my mind, but even on the walk to my car, I'm feeling my emotions grow worse and worse. I even find myself looking at the Lee club on my drive home in longing.

Jesus... What the fuck is wrong with me?

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The only time I'm not struggling with my thoughts is when I'm with Namjoon. Right now, we're watching a movie, popcorn on my lap and my legs in his, while he's playing with my hair and my hand over his heart. Feeling his steady heartbeat under his hard chest makes me feel calm. Like all of my struggles I've been feeling throughout the day weren't even there to begin with.

Namjoon kisses my temple, and I smile at the contact. This is the place I always want to be at. Being cuddled by the man I love and him being a constant positive reminder of why I should want this type of life.

Although, my insecurities always come back when Namjoon asks, "How was your day?"

My smile falls, and I try to pick it back up before Namjoon notices. He notices, though, because his smile starts to fall, and he raises a pointed eyebrow. I try to deflect the situation by lying through my teeth like I do every day to this question, "Great! Amazing! Can't wait to do it again tomorrow."

I then let out a fake little giggle and look back at the tv. Hoping my lousy acting doesn't get caught by the inspiring actor next to me.

"Daisy?" I shut my eyes, not wanting to hear what he is about to say. "What's wrong? You just lied right there. Did something happen?"

I feel a tear come out of my eye, and I feel so pathetic because of it. I feel even more pathetic as more fall without my control. "I feel so stupid," I admit.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong, Dais?" Namjoon tries comforting me by pulling me closer to him by my waist when he sees me crying. All the while, I'm wiping up the tears I wish would stop falling.

"I-I've been lying to you, Namjoon. Everyday has been so hard for me. I feel so stupid now crying, but it really has been. I w-want to tell you everyday about how amazing everything has been, truthfully, but I-it's hasn't been at all." I dive my face into his neck and cry onto his shoulder. I'm surprised not to feel radiating anger come from Namjoon since I've been lying to him, but I get kisses on my cheek and comforting hugs instead.

Further proving my point on how I don't deserve this perfect man.

I hear Namjoon sigh above me, but it was more because he felt at a loss. "I never expected it to be easy. I knew this would eventually happen, but you've been seeming so happy... I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner."

"There's no reason for you to apologize. It's just... I wanted it to be easy. Even when I told you I may fuck up, I was telling myself I wouldn't. That I would be perfect for you. But now look at me." I pick up my head from his shoulder and point at my face, which probably has mascara streaks going down it.

Namjoon wipes my tears, then holds my face in his hands. "You are perfect, Daisy." I shake my head. "Your perfect to me."

"N-no I'm not. I wonder everyday how much money I could be making a-at the club instead of sweeping floors. There's no cash flow with sweeping floors, and your already helping me out so much... I just wish there was a way I could repay you and be the person you deserve."

Namjoon's eyes widen, and I realize I said the words again. The words that put me down. He doesn't like when I put myself down, especially when I say I don't deserve him.

"Stop saying that. When are you going to get it through that beautiful blonde head of yours that I love you, and it's not about who deserves who." Namjoon moves us apart a little, so he can look me in the eyes while we continue this conversation. "I'm in love with you, Daisy. I know all your faults, and most of your past, but I still love you! We knew from the very beginning that it was going to be hard for you to adapt to this life, but I also knew another thing."

Namjoon clasps his hands in both of mine, and I glance down at them. "W-what is the other thing?"

"That I don't care. I don't care if it takes you a year, or five, or ten, fricken forever even for you to get back on your feet again. As long as I have you here." He kisses both of my palms. "I'm happy... D-do I still make you happy?"

It pains my heart to hear the stutter and desperation in Namjoon's tone of voice from his question. This has me pulling him closer to me until I'm wrapping my arms around his neck and straddling his thighs. "Of course, I'm happy with you, Namjoon! The only reason I'm here, trying to live this life, is for you."

I lean my forehead against his, and it makes me happy to hear Namjoon whisper between us, "Thank god."

I can always count on Namjoon to make the struggles worth it. Even if we have this conversation a million more times, it's good to know Namjoon is willing to have it with me. I know it will take a while to adapt to this ordinary life, but having Namjoon in my arms makes it all worth it, especially when our lips touch. Feeling Namjoon's soft lips press against mine has my toes curling.

It's never just kissing with Namjoon. The kisses are full of love and passion. He knows how to tell me without words how much he loves me.

I feel his hands go under my shirt and rub my back. The electricity radiating off his skin has me whimpering in his mouth and arching my back so my chest presses against his. Namjoon moans into my mouth at the contact, and I smile against his lips.

He slowly lowers me down on the couch without detaching our lips from each other. I moan into his mouth when I feel his want for me rub against my thigh through his sleep pants. Me wearing only shorts and a tank top, making the friction even higher for me.

My sweet Namjoon praises me against my lips, "Your so perfect, Daisy." Then he kisses me deeply one last time, then pulls our lips apart. "C-can we do it, baby? Please. I want to be inside of you so badly."

Namjoon always asks me this question before we have sex, but even after the many times we've already done it, my cheeks still heat up in a blush. I guess I'm just still not used to having sex with someone so caring, so it takes me a hesitant moment to reply. "Y-yes, Namjoon. Of course! I want you just as badly, baby."

Namjoon smiles down at me, then resumes kissing me in the passionate yet gentle way he always does. When our kissing gets more heated, and I'm pulling Namjoon so close to me it's surprising I haven't cracked his back, he finally starts to touch me. We've had sex many times since that first time over a month ago, and Namjoon still treats me like his precious doll. Something I've found to like a lot.

He slowly moves his hands from my back to the front of me, under my shirt. He cups my breasts in his hands, making me shut my eyes even tighter. When his thumbs rub over my hard nipples, I moan into his mouth again. This time, needier than before.

"Mmm, Namjoon. Please just get inside of me. You know I'm already wet for you." My dirty talk has Namjoon sputtering. I watch with a smile as he swallows thickly and then removes his hands from underneath my shirt.

"As long as your okay with it."

Which, I'm very much okay with it.

I strip off my tank top and enjoy watching Namjoon shyly gawk at me. His dimpled cheeks heat up, and I rub his one cheek with my thumb. I know what he wants to do to me, and because I'm the best girlfriend when it comes to sex, I pull his face towards my breast until I feel his lips attach to my nipple. I love how his tongue swirls around my nipple, and he sucks on the buds so gently, but nothing beats feeling his want for me harden even more against my thigh.

My Namjoon is definitely a boob man, and even though I want him inside of me so badly right now, I can't deny my baby what he wants when he looks at me with such shy lust filled eyes.

While Namjoon sucks and fondles my breasts, I remove my shorts, throw them to the side, and then lower his sleep pants with the heels of my feet. Namjoon detaches himself from my nipple with a gasp when his cock rubs against my very wet slit.

He knows I won't let him enter me until we're evenly matched in clothing. I'm just not into being the only one naked while the other person isn't, and I guess that has to do with my old life. The old life I had before I fell in love...

Namjoon, being the sexy man he is, takes off his shirt by putting his hand behind his back and removing his shirt by pulling it over his head. I'm biting my lip when I see my boyfriend fully undressed in front of me. I openly admire his beauty. Namjoon smirks as he watches me gawk at him and my fingers glide up his abs.

He then lowers himself back on top of me, and I'm wrapping my arms around his neck while locking my ankles behind his back before he even goes to align himself with my entrance. Namjoon places his hand on the couch's armrest, and I slowly feel him enter me.

When he bottoms out, I'm moaning at the feeling of being filled by him again. I press my ankles into his back, wanting him to go as deep as he possibly can. Namjoon screws his eyes shut because of it.

"God, Daisy... You always feel so amazing~."

Besides his words making my stomach tingle, he starts to pull himself in and out of me. The even pace feels so good, and I love to watch my boyfriend's face contort in multiple ways above me because of how good I'm making him feel. I pull Namjoon's face closer to mine with my arms still wrapped around his neck and kiss his soft lips.

The passionate kiss made Namjoon lose some of his control and thrust into me much faster. It gets to the point where I have to stop kissing him to whip my head back against the couch because he's making me feel so incredible. Touching me in the best places.

"Namjoon! Please, g-go faster!"

Namjoons kisses my forehead then starts thrusting into me so fast my head repeatedly hits the couch armrest. I don't care about the headache I may get from the constant bumping because I'll be cumming within minutes at this rate. I'm screaming out his name over and over again and ripping at his back with my nails.

Namjoon, the sweet man he always is, even during rough sex like this, picks my head up by the back of my neck until my face is buried in his shoulder. Keeping my head from hitting the couch. This just makes me hold onto him tighter and clench around his harder, him stretching my walls perfectly. I hear Namjoon grunt, and I know he's close when his thrusts begin to go slower but more profound.

"Daisy, I'm-..."

"Me too! Oh god, Namjoon!"

We both cum simultaneously, and even though this is the shortest part, it's also my favorite. Cumming together is so beautiful; every time we do it, a lone tear escapes my eye. And my eyes don't exclude today. Namjoon holds me against him so tightly that I'm surprised I'm not somehow a part of him. Although his dick pulsing inside of me would say different. I, on the other hand, am holding on to Namjoon with my arms and legs still wrapped around him. Like I'm almost being lifted in the air, but I know that's just my euphoric state getting to me.

When Namjoon and I are off our combining highs, I slowly let myself detach my arms and legs from him while he takes himself out of me. Namjoon doesn't go very far, though, because then he presses our foreheads together and kisses my nose while he tells me, "I love you so much, Daisy. Never forget that because this love will never go away."

Another tear escapes from my eye, but I let it streak down my face. I don't know how I ever gained such luck to have a person like Namjoon tell me he loves me, but I always tell him in return, "I'll never let you go again. I love you too damn much to ever be stupid like that again."

Namjoon chuckles at the memory I just brought up, and he kisses my lips in response to my repeated confession.

This right here, the love we share for each other, is why I'm okay with my daily struggles and insecurities. I'll probably always feel less than Namjoon, but that's only because he loves me so much and not because he degraded me in any way. It's because I love him so much, and my feelings are because of that fact.

This man right here, this beautiful, blue-haired man above me, is the reason I wake up every day. I wake up every day with the brightest smile. Even if I know it's going to be a day hard for minse to push through, I still smile because I know I'll be waking up next to him.

Namjoon makes the struggles worth it, and I'll try my best every day to make sure he knows how much he means to me. He's my whole heart, so I have a lot of love to show and give him. -

Ch.27

#r town #chapter 26 #r town chapter 26 #kim namjoon #RM #rm bts #Namjoon bts #namjoon kim #namjoon x femoc #Namjoon x daisy #bts #euphroia #bts smut #insecurities #bts x euphoria #bts fan fiction

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netizensbuzzz · 5 months ago

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BTS Suga rumored to have visited a "beauty salon" before Yongsan Police summons + Yonhap leaks new CCTV

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jiminmochi-chimchim · 6 years ago

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BTS_twt Tweet:

새해 복 많이 받으세요 우리 아미여러분

작년 한 해 동안 여러분들 덕분에 많은것을 배우고 느낀 것 같아요

진심으로 감사하고 많이 사랑합니다

#JIMIN

#HappyNewYear2019⁠

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Happy new year our ARMYs

Last year, I learned and felt many things thanks to you

Truly thank you and love you so much

#JIMIN

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covenlegacy · 3 years ago

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How are the fs of Bts feeling rn?

What are the things that are coming to/for them (good/bad things)?

taehyung

She feels great. She feels that she is feminine, beautiful, the most chic in the village. (This is a joke if anything, about the village) Maybe I went to the salon, made myself nails or some kind of spa. In the near future, she will have good sex or maybe love with someone, something interesting and sensual. Bad - she either spent too much somewhere, something like that. Perhaps she will be given something that she did not want?

jungkook

Feelings that you were betrayed, treason. A feeling of frustration and constant problems when there is no "way out". The futility of continuing the work she is doing. A good thing - a boyfriend or money will happen to her soon. Perhaps some young man (or not very young) will appear in her life. He will come and help apparently with something. Problems - a scandal with some woman - a boss, or an older friend, a mother. Most likely they will criticize, just because they can.

suga

Depression, bad mood, muddy thoughts. She can't get out of some heavy thoughts. Most likely related to the guy's infidelity. More precisely, she can develop these thoughts to a huge state, causing herself pain. She's going out drinking with friends. Have fun, talk about everyone. They will discuss the latest rumors. Bad - she won't be in a good mood all the time? Most likely apathy, unwillingness to do something around the house and constant boredom and sadness. Perhaps he will see or overhear something ugly about himself.

She feels great, like she's worth a million dollars (maybe literally). Probably just woke up or something. Good mood. Balance, harmony. She will either find some kind of solution/understanding of her problems. Or it is rather more spiritual and she will come to understanding and harmony in herself. (Well, maybe she'll sleep with someone soon somewhere) The bad thing is promises. A lot of empty words, only on paper. No one was going to do anything. Disappointment.

hoseok

She's having fun with friends right now, probably drinking. Everything is bright, fun and good. Resting his soul. She will finish some business or relationship that dragged her down. He will cut ties and will no longer think about the bad. It will go into something new and useful. It is possible to buy an apartment or move to a new one. She's addicted to something. Perhaps the bad thing in her case is a relapse of addiction.

jin

Full of energy, inspiration. That feeling when you love the whole world, but calm, determined and collected. She will have a good offer from some guy, maybe gifts or something. She may also go to an exhibition, or a concert, something like that. Out of bad, she will go to meet friends to sit in a cafe, but apparently she will quarrel with them. Or she won't like their company.

jimin

Does he read the tarot? Or did you go to a fortune teller? Lol. In general, he learns some hidden information, perhaps in a dream. She is waiting for some kind of success and fulfillment of desires in the near future. From the bad, any problems at work related to the use of your position? Perhaps someone will harass or humiliate her. In general, an ugly situation. Either the boss or someone with the status can express or it is not fair to deprive her of something.

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chicinsilk · 2 months ago

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US Vogue January 1986

Tatjana Patitz wears a short jacket, in a beautiful silk/wool basket weave. And the total effect - with a white collared silk blouse, navy wool pants and a white buckle belt. By Oscar de la Renta. Hair, Suga of Suga Salon, NYC, makeup, Tyen of Paris. Accessories: earrings and bracelet, Barry Kieselstein-Cord Salon, Portolano gloves, navy hat, Patricia Underwood.

Tatjana Patitz porte une veste courte, dans un magnifique tissage vannerie soie/laine. Et l'effet total - avec un chemisier en soie à col blanc, un pantalon en laine bleu marine et une ceinture à boucle blanche. Par Oscar de la Renta. Coiffure, Suga du Suga Salon, NYC, maquillage, Tyen de Paris. Accessoires : boucles d'oreilles et bracelet, Salon Barry Kieselstein-Cord, gants Portolano, chapeau bleu marine, Patricia Underwood.

Photo Irving Penn vogue archive

#us vogue #january 1986 #fashion 80s #spring summer #printemps été #ready to wear #prêt à porter #oscar de la renta #tatjana patitz #irving penn #patricia underwood #portolano #suga nyc #tyen #barry kieselstein-cord salon #vintage fashion #vintage vogue

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gremlin-writes-angst · 3 years ago

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Masterlist

Emoji Guide

Wip ⚙️

Hiatus 🐚

Discontinued ☠️

Angst: 💔

w/Good ending:🩹

AU:💫

Requested:💌

Fluff:💕

Unrequited love:💘( next to the pair)

18+:🎟

Compleated fics

MHA

Just a Wing-man: KiriKami💘 & BakuKami(💔

The Unkissable Prince: ShinKami💔🩹💫

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Addictive Cologne: KiriBaku💘 & BakuDeku💔

Played: ShinKami💘💔💌

Safety Net: Bakusquad💔🩹

Puppylove: KiriKami💘 & KiriBaku💔

AOT

Touch-starved: Levi x Reader💔🩹💫

Blooming Panic

Don't Breck my Heart: Quest x Reader💔🩹

Jealous Idoit: Quest x Reader 💔🩹💕

Redactedverse

A Vampires Bite: Sam/Darlin(reader)💔🩹

Unfinshed fics

MHA

The Three Kingdoms: KiriKami💔💫🩹🐚

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Possessively in love: BakuKami💘(?) & ShinKami💔☠️

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

AOT

The Life of an Ackerman: Jean x FTM Ackerman Reader💔(🩹?)🐚

Chapter 1

Blooming Panic

Not My Partner: Quest x Reader 💔💘⚙️

Chapter 1

Redactedverse

A Collared Wolf 💔🎟⚙️

Chapter 1

Knowing is Safe 💔⚙️

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Drabbles

MHA

Hanahaki: KiriBaku & Kiri x Reader💘,💔💌

Birthday Wishes: Denki💔

Loud Obnoxious Confident Blond: Denki💔

Blooming Panic

Special Human: LI's x Reader💕💌

Yandere: LI's x Reader💔(💫💘?)

Escaping: LI's x Reader💔💌(💫💘?)

First-kisses: LI's x Reader💕

At Home Salon: Xyx x He/him Reader💕💌

Learn a Lesson: LI's x Reader💕💌

You're Warm: LI's x Reader💕

Haikyuu

The Sixth Choice: Suga x Reader💔💘

Headcannon’s

MHA

Kirishima sexuality: Kiri

Hero Merch: Momo, Fatgum, Kiri, Shoji, Ojiro, etr.

AOT

Attack on Tuition: Eren, Mikisa, Armin, Annie, Ymir, Historia, Jean, Connie, Sasha & Bertholdt💔

Blooming Panic

Long-Distance: LI's x Reader💕💌

Lawyered: LI's x Lawyer Reader 💕💌

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mainveyn · 4 years ago

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haikyuu boys when they work in a salon ✂️💈

the receptionist. always greet and thank the customer with a huge smile. you can even hear his voice booming with enthusiasm through a phone call. always reserve the seat with the best lighting for you to take photo.

nishinoya, tanaka, koganegawa, lev, BOKUTO, ginjima

the assistant. super polite and patient with any type of customers. serves the best tea and coffee too! loves to entertain the kids who came for a haircut. will cover their ears for them if they're afraid of the sound of a hairdryer. husband material ✔

HINATA, suga, yamaguchi, ennoshita, AKAASHI, kita, ARAN, komori, hirugami

the shampooist. this guy's fingertips is god-like. 😫💗 massaged your scalp and neck like a pro. if you're a regular customer, he'll start flirting with you. drape the towel on your head, stand in front of you and ruffle your hair like you're a toddler. lightly pinch your nose after that with a wink. will slip you a piece of note with his number on it before you leave.

futakuchi, matsukawa, tendou, osamu, SUNA

the color specialist. knows all trends and loves to explore new color mixes. suggest you the best yet easy makeup tips for your new hairstyle. will definitely ask if he could take a photo of your new hair color after he'd done his job.

asahi, kenma, kuroo, OIKAWA, hanamaki, semi

the apprentice. you find him intimidating at first. you got scared one time when you saw him lurking around the back alley. he remembered your name after that and apologized for scaring you. will try to strike up a conversation with you when you visit the shop. if it's dark outside by the time you finish your haircut, he'll offer to walk you to the train station.

kageyama, yamamoto, aone, iwaizumi, KYOUTANI, ushijima, hoshiumi

the senior hairstylist. looks super lazy and tired every second but actually has a high standard to himself. will nag at you because "you're not taking care of your hair properly". always sigh but say "guess you can't live without me, huh."

tsukki, kunimi, shirabu, sakusa

the hairstylist that gawked at your new look and asked his coworker to dye his hair the same color as yours.

atsumu

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[haikyuu boys when they go to the nail salon with you]

a/n: this is based heavily on my boyfriend (a bokuto kin) who insists on coming to the nail salon with me every time i go <3 he’s done every single one of these things..

- very confused about how things are done. asks way too many questions. “what’s nail primer? is it like the stuff you put on your face before makeup?” “doesn’t that hurt??” you and the nail tech take turns explaining the process to him, sharing giggles at his enthusiasm. when the actual nail polish goes on, he’s so exited. “y/n!!! it looks so nice!!!!!! :)”

[BOKUTO, hinata, nishinoya, lev, atsumu, TENDOU, yamaguchi]

- very persistent on helping you pick a color and shape for your nails. “i kind of want to do a shimmery purple. what do you think?” “no. no purple. those aren’t the vibes today. do this one instead.” when the nail tech stops to ask you if the shape is okay, he says “soften the edges a bit, she could hurt me with those things.” he sounds slightly picky, but he only wants the best for you!

[SUNA, TSUKKI, kageyama, OIKAWA, osamu, mattsun, yaku, semi]

- power move to bring him to the salon. the ladies love him!! starts a polite conversation with your nail tech. not long after they’re talking about everything from the stock market to the last movie the saw in theaters. by the time you’re finished, they’ve both shared their life stories and consider each other friends. you know about their family, birthday, home country, and the hotpot they’re having friday night. true besties.

[KUROO, daichi, SUGA, IWAIZUMI, aran]

- came to keep you company, but ended up watching tiktoks and spinning around in his chair. he just wants to get takeout and go home 🙄

[KENMA, bokuto, tanaka, astumu, kunimi, HANAMAKI, KONOHA]

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #atsumu headcanons #oikawa headcanons #suna headcanons #iwaizumi headcanons #bokuto headcanons #tsukki headcanons

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chaoticpuff17 · 4 years ago

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Suga We’re Going Down

part 5

masterlist

alright my darlings! here it is, and its a long one! and I have some links for you today! you can visit the National Palace Museum here! The website allows you to virtually explore this beautiful museum! as well as a link to the song she plays later in the chapter here. Enjoy, my darlings!--- chaotic puff

Everything was better when she was with Eun Jae. Her little guy was her favorite person in the world. Halmeoni was confused as to why she was spending a Monday night at the house, but she allowed it without too many questions. It was one of the things that Y/N loved the most about the old woman. She knew when to push, and when to let things lie. Halmeoni knew that she was knew that Y/N would talk to her when she was ready, and Eun Jae was happy to have his mother there with him.

He was a sweet kid. He really was, and there was nothing she loved more than cuddling up with him, but their little bubble had to burst eventually. The next day came too quickly for her, and much to her horror, Jackson was waiting for her outside when she and Eun Jae left the house both with their backpacks on.

“Miss Kang.” He greeted smile bright on his face until he caught sight of the toddler hanging onto her hand. His expression dropped into one of shock before a softer smile crept across his features. “Hi, buddy.” He greeted bowing slightly to the toddler who immediately hid behind his mother’s leg. Jackson was unphased though. “My name is Jackson. What’s yours?”

Eun Jae looked up at her as if asking for confirmation that it was okay to interact with this stranger. She nodded giving him a soft smile of her own as she gently pushed him forward. “Go on.” She encouraged not wanting to be rude. It was important to her that Eun Jae grew up with good manners. She did not want him to end up like his parents or her parents for that matter.

“I’m Eun Jae.” The toddler muttered ducking his head quickly before burying his face in her leg again.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Eun Jae.” Jackson stood up rubbing his neck as he glanced back at the car. “We’re going to need to get a car seat installed.”

Y/N froze. “You’re not going to have to tell Mr. Min about this, are you?”

Jackson’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Mr. Min doesn’t know?” She shook her head. “I don’t…”

She glanced down at Eun Jae making sure he was distracted before she started speaking to Jackson her voice low and rushed. “He’s my sister’s kid. She walked out, so he’s mine now. Mr. Min doesn’t need to know about him. My family doesn’t affect him.”

Jackson nodded in understanding. Family was family. Business was business. He could respect her wish to keep her family out of it, and the fierce spark in her eye was enough to convince him that he didn’t want to mess with her when it came to her family.

“I won’t lie to him, but I won’t tell him either.” He promised. “Do you have a car seat we can use for now?” She shook her head no. “Okay…” He thought for a moment. “We could….”

“I’m not taking him in that car without a car seat.” She snapped seeing the direction his thoughts were going. “We’ll take the bus like we normally do, and if you really want to drive us, you can come pick us up, with a car seat, at the end of the day.” She nodded giving him a firm glare before she smile turning back to the toddler. “Let’s go to the bus stop, buddy. Say bye-bye to, Mr. Wang.”

Eun Jae unburied his head from her leg and waved goodbye shyly.

“Bye, Eun Jae.” Jackson waved with a smile of his own as Y/N led the little one away a little more quickly than she would have normally.

She just wanted everything to go back to normal, but it was too late for that now. She’d already signed the deal, and everything else would have to wait until they were back on their feet and far away enough from financial ruin that there was no need for her to be signed away to Min Yoongi. But that was a long way off as of yet. For now, she’d focus on Eun Jae and classes. There was no use worrying over things she couldn’t change.

She dropped Eun Jae off at his preschool and then made her way to her own school. She’d see him later. She’d promised Halmeoni that she would drop him back off, as she had a doctor’s appointment today and couldn’t pick him up herself, and neither of them trusted her father to get him from school. If they did that, Eun Jae would never get picked up, and they would receive a very angry phone call from the preschool wondering why no one had come for Eun Jae.

Thankfully the day passed much as it always did up until her classes were over, and then there was Jackson waiting for her with that damned car.

Despite her sour look, he met her with a smile.

“I got the car seat!” He announced proudly as he opened the door to the backseat for her.

“I can see that.” She sighed as she slipped inside. “It’s a bit early to pick up Eun Jae yet.” She informed him. “I usually go home after class, but Halmeoni can’t pick him up today.” She explained.

“Well, what would you like to do in the mean time?” He asked as they pulled away from her university. She was silent thinking it over, and Jackson was suddenly struck by how young she was. She looked a little lost sitting there in the back of a car that was much too large for just one person. “Perhaps, we could go to spoil you for a moment.” He suggested.

“What do you mean?” She asked staring at him in the rear view mirror.

“Well, you have to go meet Mr. Min eventually, and he would want you to treat yourself.” He shrugged. “Get your hair done, your nails. Go buy yourself something nice. It’s on his dime.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “I really don’t think…?”

“You’re Agust D’s girl now. You have to look like Agust D’s girl. And you never know when he’s gonna call for your first date. Don’t worry. He’ll pay for it.”

She hadn’t thought about that. Technically, Yoongi was responsible for her clothing budget, but would it be added onto her payment like a reimbursement or did it only cover the things he wanted her to wear? But then again, Jackson said it was covered, and he’d been so nice. Maybe it would be okay to do something for herself. She was meant to look a certain way, she supposed.

“So what’s it gonna be, chickadee?” He asked flashing her a smile in the mirror.

“Nails maybe?” She fidgeted uncomfortably not knowing what to do. It felt odd to have access to someone else’s bank account.

“Nails it is.” Jackson nodded driving them off in the direction of the nearest nail salon.

As weird as it all was, she had to admit it was nice to get her nails done. She never had them done before, not professionally at least, and this was better than anything she’d ever been able to do on herself. She was musically inclined, not artistically, but there was still a feeling of guilt, of spending money on herself when her family needed the money far more than she needed a manicure. Her nails were never long anyway. Musicians didn’t normally keep long nails. It was odd to see them painted so prettily.

Staring down at her nails she had to wonder if this was going to be her life now. Would she have to look all put together all the time? Would she be constantly worrying that Yoongi would find out about Eun Jae? She didn’t want to be constantly worrying. She knew worry. She already had too much to worry about, and worry was exhausting. She couldn’t afford to be any more exhausted than she already was. There was too much to do these days.

She glanced down at her phone wondering when her first summons would come in. He had promised she’d be seeing him soon, but when was soon? Did they start having their meetings this week or next week? Either way she was expected to meet with him at least three times a week, not counting extra meetings he could ask for. Those at least she could refuse so long as she had a good reason, but she was smart. She was sure she could get out of a good majority of the extra meetings so long as Yoongi didn’t catch onto her dodging him.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to avoid all extra meetings, but she could dodge some of them. She’d have to. She needed time with Eun Jae, and she knew that weekends would be hard to balance between Yongi and Eun Jae especially when she hadn’t told Yoongi about Eun Jae’s existence. They were the two men in her life even if Yoongi’s stay was only temporary. That did not make him any less a part of her life though. For now, at least, he was quite a major part of her life, and she’d have to treat him as such.

“Where to now, miss?” Jackson asked pulling her out of her thoughts.

“The preschool.” She gave him the address with a strained smile as she began to wonder how she was going to balance everything out. She had other jobs. She had school. She had Eun Jae. She knew this was the best way to settle their debts, but what had she been thinking when she’d agreed to this? How was she ever going to make this work?

Jackson took her home after they dropped off Eun Jae with Halmeoni. She rather unfortunately had a date to prepare for. She’d gotten the text while she’d been signing Eun Jae out of preschool. It was short, precise, a simple message saying for her to be ready by seven o’clock and the promise that appropriate attire would be delivered to her home. Other than that and a promise from Jackson Yoongi and his driver would pick her up later, she knew nothing.

When she arrived home, she was met with a package on her doorstep. She had to give it to him, he was nothing if not efficient. There was still hours before she expected him, but it at least gave her time to get ready even if he hadn’t told her where they were going.

The box contained a modernized hanbok. The top was done in layers. The first was white, and undershirt. The second was in a lovely shade of purple that trailed down towards her knees, and the last layer was a black jacket type piece. There was a black pair of pants to match, and a thick traditional style belt to tie everything together. There was also a pair of ankle boots which to her immense relief looked comfortable. The heel was thick and not too high. She could actually walk in them. Anything too tall or with a stiletto was always a bit of a challenge for her. The next thing she picked out where the two smaller boxes that contained her jewelry for the evening. One was a pair of lovely earrings, the other was a hair pin. It was a lovely piece with the main part crafted too look like a branch while the decorative piece at the end was fashioned into tiny silver leaves and little off shooting branches that surrounded a smooth round piece of jade with a silver stripe slashed through the middle. It reminded her of the moon.

There was one final thing in the box that caused her to laugh in disbelief. There sitting in the bottom of the box was something she had skipped over when she was looking at the hanbok and the shoes and jewelry, but there sitting at the bottom of the box, was a coat. It was a long thick wool coat that would hang down to her mid-calf. At the very bottom of the box, underneath the coat there was a note written in short quick strokes. The letters scrunched together slightly. It was the handwriting of someone who was used to writing in a hurry.

Because you won’t wear mine.

She had to laugh at that. He was respecting her wish not to wear his coat while at the same time taking care of his worry over her own coat. It was as sneaky as it was caring, and even she had to admit that it was a better coat than the one she had. It was warmer and better quality. And she very begrudgingly had to admit that she loved the entire outfit especially the coat.

She passed the first few hours till her date on homework. She had to get it done at some point after all. Even if she was a sugar baby now, school came first. School what was going to help in the long run, not Yoongi, but that didn’t mean she detested lesson planning any less. It was a necessary evil even if it left her wondering for the thousandth time why she had chosen to go into education.

Homework could only keep her occupied for so long though. Eventually, she had to get ready. It was simple enough. All she had to do was throw on the provided outfit, slap on some makeup, and pull her hair up into a bun sticking the hair pin through it, but then she was left to twiddle her thumbs as the minutes ticked by until Yoongi’s arrival.

In hindsight, she had begun getting ready too early. Now she had all this time on her hands to sit and think about what she was about to do. She had always been a worrier, and years of experience had taught her it wasn’t good to sit with her thoughts when she was nervous. The pent up nervous energy had her pacing the floor as she revisited the urge to tear her hair out from the roots. She hated that feeling, the feeling that your stomach is trying to crawl out of your throat. Worse than that, she felt as though she was going to crawl out of her own skin. She was buzzing with nerves.

Part of her couldn’t wait for Yoongi to arrive just to get this first date over with, but another more prominent part of her hoped that he would never arrive. But it was too late for thoughts like that, wasn’t it? She’d already signed the contract, and she was bound to it for a year. She could survive a year. It wasn’t like Yoongi was a creepy old man. He was young and handsome too. He was even kind, from what she had seen at least, and yet something just wasn’t right. He made her just the tiniest bit uneasy, and she couldn’t place her finger on why.

There was nothing about Yoongi that should have made her uneasy. He had been nothing but kind to her so far, but that didn’t stop that spark of unease telling her something was not quite right. She was determined to brush it off as nerves though. It had to be nerves just jumping to the worst case scenario as her mind was prone to do. She could blame that lovely habit on her wonderful parents. They hadn’t been a shining example of a good life. Something was always wrong when it came to them, and they’d taught her to expect the worst. It was almost a relief really that her mother was gone. She didn’t show up often, but when she did, she always brought trouble with her, and they really couldn’t afford any more trouble at the moment.

There was a knock on her door that pulled her out of her thoughts with a jump. That had to be him. With a deep steadying breath she got up and made her way to the door making sure to pull the coat closed around her before she did. There was nothing revealing about the outfit that he’d picked out, but she still felt exposed, but that had to be nerves as well. He made her nervous in a way that was completely different than the unease he gave her.

It was his eyes. Those eyes seemed to see straight through her without ever revealing anything about himself. They were almost catlike. He reminded her of a stray that used to hang outside of the restaurant. He was an old ornery creature, scruffed up from one too many fights with the other cats, but he had those same eyes. He’d stare at you as though he knew everything about you, and as a child, Y/N really believed it. She had been convinced that the cat knew all the secrets of the universe. Halmeoni had done nothing to dispel that belief either. She’d treated that scruffy old tomcat as though he was a prince. She’d told her that cats were bad luck, and that the old tomcat was a bad spirit. She kept the animal fed and watered as a way to appease the bad spirit. Now as an adult, Y/N wasn’t so sure that the cat hadn’t been a bad spirit. Her family certainly hadn’t had much good luck over the years, but it also wasn’t as bad as it could be.

Yoongi was like that cat. He, or at the very least the situation, was bad, but it wasn’t as bad as it could be. She doubted though that Yoongi was a bad spirit come to torment her family. He was honestly the best luck they had had in a while even if it wasn’t in an ideal way.

She opened the door with a smile and was met with Yoongi standing there waiting for her with his hands tucked into his coat pockets.

“Hi.” She murmured shuffling her feet awkwardly.

“Hi.” He murmured back offering her his arm with a small almost imperceptible smile of his own. “Let’s go.”

“Lead the way.”

She took Yoongi’s arm and let him lead her towards the elevator. “I see you got the coat.”

“I did.” She agreed suppressing an awkward smile not sure what to say or do with herself. “It’s very nice, thank you.”

“Well, you didn’t seem to want mine.”

“Oh!” She groaned before looking at him apologetically. “I completely forgot to give that back to you. I can run back up…”

“It’s fine.” He interrupted his lips quirking up a little bit on edges. “You should keep it.”

“It’s really fine!” She rushed. “I can just take the elevator back up. It’ll only take a minute.”

“Keep it.” He insisted his first actual smile of the evening stretching across his lips. “It looked good on you.”

He found the stunned expression on her face cute. Everything about her was cute, especially the blush that heated up her cheeks as she averted her eyes. She was just so innocent. How could anyone not like her? How could all those people in her life leave her in the mess that was her life? How could her family have put her in this position to begin with? On the one hand he was grateful that they had. It meant that he got her. But on the other hand, he was just so angry on her behalf. She was too sweet to for her family. They didn’t deserve her, sweet soul that she was.

“So, where are we going?” She asked as they walked out to the car.

“It’s a surprise.”

The drive wasn’t terribly long, but it was quiet. Neither she nor Yoongi were much for small talk. He didn’t seem the kind for small talk, and the jitters had left her grasping at straws for something to say. Coming up empty, she settled on silence. It was mercifully not an awkward silence though. She kept her attention on the city going by outside the window, and Yoongi, unbeknownst to her, kept his attention on her until they reached their destination.

“The museum?” She asked as Yoongi helped her out of the car. “It closes at six doesn’t it?” She turned to him in confusion, tugging her coat tighter around herself to ward of the evening chill.

“I rented it.” He shrugged wrapping an arm around her waist as he saw her shiver. He couldn’t do much for her until they got inside, but he could offer her what little body heat he could with a simple gesture.

“You rented the National Palace Museum?” She asked staring at him with wide eyes as he steered them towards the steps leading up to the entrance.

“Yep.”

“Just like that?” “Just like that.” He nodded leading her up the stairs. “I need to do some research for an upcoming mv. Thought it would be more fun with company.”

“So you rented the museum?”

The concept was mind boggling for her. Who rented a museum? She knew he was famous, but couldn’t he go to the museum like a normal person? Plenty of celebrities went out. A hat and a face mask worked well as a disguise, and no one would be expecting Agust d at the National Palace Museum. It didn’t exactly fit his image. The big tough rapper going to the museum? She didn’t think so. His fans wouldn’t exactly be looking for him there.

“Seemed like a nice date, and you don’t seem like the kind of girl who goes to clubs.” He shrugged again as the climbed the steps.

She bristled at that. “I go where you want me to go.” She sniffed straightening her spine. She knew she shouldn’t be offended. She wasn’t the kind of girl that went to clubs, but she was bristling anyway.

“I didn’t mean it badly.” He chuckled looking down at her fondly. “But this seemed like a better option, and I’d appreciate the company.”

She sighed forcing herself to relax as they reached the top of the stairs. “So what kind of mv are you making that needs research at the National Palace Museum?”

“It’s for a track called Daechwita. I wanted a historical vibe for it.”

“Daechwita is a traditional type of music.” She nodded understandingly. “Military march or royal procession type of vibe?” She asked as Yoongi helped her out of her coat once they got inside.

“Bit of both.” His eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of her in the outfit he had picked out for her. It looked better than he had imagined it would.

The layers of the hanbok draped around her elegantly while the colors complimented her skin and hair wonderfully. It wasn’t sexy per say, but it was extremely hot to see her in something he had bought for her. His mind was already whirring with the possibility of all the things he could fill their wardrobe with. He planned on spoiling her rotten.

He liked seeing her hair pulled up as well. It exposed the length of her neck to him. He couldn’t wait to mark up that neck. She’d look so good covered in his marks, but she wasn’t ready for that yet, but soon.

“Then we’d better start researching.” She smiled eyes sparkling with excitement as Yoongi shed his own coat.

She couldn’t lie. She really did prefer the museum to the club, and the idea of being able to wander the museum after hours with no one else around was too exciting to pass up.

Yoongi grinned following after her as she wandered off into the first exhibition room.

He didn’t have to follow for long though as he found her just past the doors examining the first of the exhibits, a painted screen and a throne.

“Joseon Dynasty.” She said her arms folded comfortably around her. “The museum focuses mostly on the Joseon Dynasty. This screen, well the scene on the screen there are two more upstairs, traditionally sat behind the throne of the king.” She explained her eyes glued to the painted silk in front of them.

“It’s not a very intimidating throne.” He commented stepping up next to her. “Doesn’t look comfortable either.”

“Well, if you were king, you could make your throne look however you wanted.” She shrugged. “There’s been more than one throne, but the screen is traditional.”

“Why?” He asked wanting to hear her talk more. She was relaxed for once. She was never relaxed with him, and he didn’t want it to end. It was also cute to him how she seemed to know so much about the exhibit. She’d probably been before, but she was looking at the exhibit as though it was the first time.

“It represents harmony and balance. See how everything is symmetrical, fitting of the perfection of the king?” She motioned towards the screen drawing his attention from her and back to the exhibit. “Everything in it is long lasting, the mountains, the trees, the waterfalls. It’s supposed to represent the benevolence of the royals.”

“Even if the royal wasn’t benevolent?”

“Even if they weren’t benevolent.” She agreed.

“I’d pick a more comfortable throne.” He mused eyeing the wooden seat.

“Well, it’s not for lounging on.” She laughed looking at him with a bright smile.

“It could be.”

“Lazy king. Lounging on his throne instead of ruling.”

“Maybe he was a tyrant.”

“Maybe.” She agreed. “But look how beautiful it is. The detail that went into it.”

“It’s beautiful.” He agreed looking at the golden creatures drawn all over the panels of the throne, visions for his mv already taking hold in his head. “Why the screen though?”

She shrugged. “Screens normally sat behind the seats of the powerful. You see them in every historical drama. Sometimes more than one. Royalty needs to hold a sense of divinity and majesty. Everything from the clothes to the jewelry to the throne needed to display that.” She explained her tone soft, respectful. “It’s why the throne was always on a dais and why the king and queen always had opulent robes.”

“You know a lot about history.”

She startled a little blushing sheepishly. “It was always my favorite subject in school.”

He hummed nodding his head as he turned his attention back to the throne. “So the king should definitely have a screen.”

She nodded gently. “And lots of things in gold.”

He held out a hand to her, palm up. “Shall we?”

She eyed his hand for a moment, trying to decide if she wanted to take his hand or not. It was such a simple thing, holding someone’s hand, but it was such an intimate thing as well. Friendship, romance, comfort. Those were all things that could be conveyed in the simple act of holding another person’s hand. She’d have to do things that were much more intimate in this arrangement though, so she placed her hand delicately in his allowing his much larger hand to envelop hers as he led her to her next exhibit.

It was a case full of seals, all shaped like turtles. Each seal had a corresponding piece of paper stamped in red ink to show what the seal looked like when it was stamped.

“Why are they all turtles?” Yoongi asked staring down at the seals.

“Because they’re like dragons.” It was his turn to stare at her incredulously. Turtles like dragons?

“How is a turtle like a dragon?”

“They rule over all the bugs, and they live a long time, longer than anything else around them usually, like a dragon.” She explained smiling softly. “And turtles are cute.” She added on her smile stretching into a grin her nose scrunching up in a way that Yoongi found absolutely adorable.

“I still don’t think turtles are like dragons.” He shook his head repressing a grin of his own. It was so good to see her smiling though, not nervous smiles real happy smiles.

“Agree to disagree.” She shrugged before tugging on his hand leading him further into the exhibit. “That seal across from us is King Taejo’s seal.” She explained pointing across the room. “It’s why it gets its own case.”

“How do you know so much about all this?” He asked as they moved further into the exhibit.

“My grandfather was a history teacher.” She explained her smile dimming becoming softer, sadder. “He used to take me here when I was little.” He hummed in understanding waiting for her to continue. “He died when I was seven, but I’ve always loved history because of him, and he loved this place.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“He was a great man.” She hummed tilting her head as she thought. She shook her head slightly before a bright smile lit up her features, bright but a little strained. “Come on. There’s a lot more to see.”

And that’s how they went through the museum. Yoongi kept her hand safely tucked around hers. She pointed out her favorite exhibits, laughing about how uncomfortable the royal women’s palanquin looked compared to the king’s, and Yoongi hung off her every word, attentively taking note of the things that he could incorporate into his music video. He found her knowledge of the museum and its artifacts endearing. Her eyes would light up when she showed him her favorite exhibits. She’d been so tense and hesitant when she’d first taken his hand, but now every time they slipped apart for even a moment, she didn’t even flinch when they rejoined their hands. She had even been the one to grab his hand at one point, and Yoongi was practically beaming.

He had wanted something more secluded and easy for their first date, but he had never expected it to go as well as it had. The museum, the dinner for two he had set up for them on the second floor, it was all more perfect than he could ever imagine. She was perfect. He never wanted her to stop smiling. He loved that smile of hers. Just from this one night he had a million ideas, songs he wanted to write for her, places he wanted to take her. She liked hanok houses? He would buy her one. He’d buy her a piano and a cello too, the nicest cello he could find to fill the house with music. He’d buy her anything she wanted so long as she kept smiling at him like that.

It wasn’t nearly as bad as she expected either. Y/N actually found herself having a good time. Yoongi wasn’t so intimidating after all. She still had a lingering sense of unease at the back of her head, but it was easier to ignore now. Even if the intimate nature of the outing was a little too close to a date for her liking, she could actually see herself getting through the year now. It wasn’t going to be so bad. It helped that he was a gentleman. He pulled out her chair, helped her with her coat, opened doors, all those things that gentlemen are supposed to do. The happy atmosphere of the evening came crashing down though when Yoongi drove her home, but it wasn’t her home.

All the nerves came back with a fury. She was inexperienced, but she wasn’t naïve. She knew what was expected in their arrangement, but she that didn’t mean that she wasn’t horribly nervous. Yoongi could see it too. He watched all the color drain from her face as they pulled up to his building, but he squeezed her hand reassuringly as he led her into the building dismissing his driver for the night.

“It’s okay.” He assured her gently ushering her into the building as the escape route drove away leaving her stranded with Yoongi.

She nodded nervously, looking back at the entrance as though the car would magically appear to take her back to her own home.

Okay. Everything was okay. That was what she kept telling herself over and over again. It had to be okay, but she couldn’t stop the way her hands were trembling, and she was sure that Yoongi could feel it. Her hand was still enveloped by his own. She knew he’d noticed. He squeezed her hand reassuringly as he took her up to his penthouse apartment.

She had to admit that his home was beautiful, but it was too large for just one person. The apartment was done in shades of warm gray, and even though it was large, it still had the appearance of being lived in. Shoes were scattered by the door not having made it into the shoe rack. He flung their coats haphazardly across the table in the entryway before giving her a pair of guest slippers to wear. There was a coffee cup left out on the coffee table, and sheet music spread over the piano nestled in the corner of the living room.

It was the piano that drew her in. It was a gorgeous instrument. Coming closer she realized that a lot of the sheet music spread across the instrument was hand written.

“Did you write these?” She asked turning back to look at him where he stood a few feet away.

“Yeah.” He nodded moving forward a little.

“For the same album that the new mv is going to?” She asked picking up a few of the papers to look over the notes scribbled down in the same scrunched up scrawl that the note from the box had been in.

“Some of them.” He nodded coming up next to her to look at the particular song she was holding. “That one is for something else though.”

“What is it for?” She asked looking over to him.

“Not sure yet.” He shrugged.

“Can I try?” She asked tilting her head towards the piano, and a gummy grin spread across the man’s face.

“Please.”

She took a seat at the bench as Yoongi helped her arrange the sheets properly. “You’re sure this is okay?” She asked her fingers hovering over the keys.

He nodded again, and she turned her attention to the music.

“What tempo?” She asked noticing the lack of instruction. But it was hand written, and that was to be expected.

“Andante at the beginning. It builds up to be allegro around here.” He pointed out a particular measure and she nodded in understanding before putting her fingers to the keys.

Hand written notes were always a little harder to read, but his hand writing was neat enough if not a little scrunched. Her fingers drifted across the keys filling the room with the sound of his music. Yoongi thought his heart would stop. Hearing her play his music, in his home, it was like a dream, and she was as beautiful of a pianist as she was a cellist.

Her fingers danced across the keys, her attention fully on the music. It was enchanting, and Yoongi knew he had made the right decision as he watched her play.

She filled him with the desire to compose as well as an intense urge to protect her. She was such a sweet soul, and he hated that she’d been driven to this even if it brought him her. He would protect her though. He would always protect her.

When she finished she folded her hands gently in her lap.

“You play beautifully.”

She laughed smiling up at him contentedly. “You compose beautifully.” She complimented before looking down with a blushed. “It’s late. I should head home.” She stood up skirting around the piano bench.

“Stay.”

She froze looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. “What?”

“Stay.” He repeated. “It’s late. Stay the night.”

He could see the panic setting in as her eyes darted across the room searching for an exit. “I really should…”

He huffed amused a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her. “No funny business. It was a busy day, and I’m tired. Stay.”

He watched as she debated her option her eyes flitting between him and the door. “I don’t…”

“I’d like you to stay, but you don’t have to.” He assured her slowly making his way towards her.

“Just sleep?” She asked her voice shaking slightly.

“Just sleep.”

She waited a minute, debating her options before sighing. “Okay.”

part 6

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