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I just wanna write my MASH fantasy fanfic set to “soldier, poet, king” where Margaret is the soldier, Hawkeye is the poet, and Trapper is the king but I am forced to be at work. Alas.
#it’s gonna have a narnia-esque framework#the three of them wake up and it’s Not Korea Anymore#they never quite find out how they got to where they are#but the rules are different#going back doesn’t seem to be an option#and these creatures are telling them they were Chosen to Save Them#so what else is there to do but embrace the new story#mash#hawkeye pierce#trapper john mcintyre#margaret houlihan#piercintyre#bc of course
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ARE WE STILL FRIENDS
18+ / mdi
summary: being besties with two of the most popular idols in korea always came with a few rumors here and there, but what happened when one of your platonic besties suddenly started acting a little friendlier than usual? or worse, what happened when they both turned their affections to you?
content: idol!au, hybeidol!reader x idol!mingyu, hybeidol!reader x idol!jungkook, 97liner!reader, friends2lovers, not mingyu x jk (they just share u like all besties would<3), not that much plot, afab reader, smut, oral (f and m receiving), body worship, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.
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a/n: the teaser for this got way more attention than i was expecting lol i hope u guys enjoy the final product!!
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"Do you think the company would get mad if we did a live together right now?", Jungkook pondered out loud as the three of you sat on different pieces of furniture around his large living room.
"Yeah."
"They didn't seem to mind when Jungkook and I did it that one time," disagreed Mingyu.
"Yeah, but I'm the girl. I'm the one who wakes up to new dating rumors every time we hang out publicly."
"Yeah, but people must know we're just friends by now, right? It's been years."
That much was true.
You weren't sure of the exact date, but your friendship with both boys predated the overall international success of Kpop as of recent years. When you had met both boys, they had barely battled their way through puberty – though you weren't faring any better at the time.
The media enjoyed making the three of you a subject, knowing that you were evidently the closest out of all members of the popular 97s friend group. Being the only girl integrant, it was common for people to have the misconception that you were romantically involved with either Mingyu or Jungkook, seeing as you were often spotted in public with them.
You'd gotten used to the rumors and hate that came attached to being their friend, now usually leaving those things in the back burner rather than letting them bother you. By now, the three of you were a bit more careless about being seen together. Being seniors in the industry, those things didn't matter much to you anymore, but being seen inside Jungkook's house would surely stir up the worst rumors to date, so going live with him was entirely out of the question.
It did bother you sometimes; the double standard. While Jungkook and Mingyu could even interact in public or mention each other freely, any time you did so you were met with hate from either fandom, sometimes even your own. It also made you worry about your future. Could you ever be in a relationship without facing the brunt of all the hate that would come your way? At 26 years of age, it was a frustrating reality to think about.
Jungkook got up at some point to go fetch some more bottles of soju. Apparently the seven bottles the three of you had drank collectively weren't enough for the large men you were drinking with.
While Jungkook was gone, Mingyu got up from his seat on the couch opposite to you and took a seat down next to you, invading your personal space like he usually did.
"Worrying your pretty little head about something?", asked Mingyu as he leaned over you, taking the occasional sip from his drink.
"It's nothing."
"C'mon, what's up?", his hand ran up and down your arm in a soothing manner.
Invading your space and being overly touchy usually meant that he was tipsy. But to be fair, you were a bit tipsy too.
"Do you ever think about dating?"
"Who? You?", he chuckled.
"No, dumbass. I mean in general."
He seemed to sober up a little at the mention of the subject, straightening up a bit as he sat sideways on the couch so he could look at you fully.
"What's got you thinking about that?"
"I don't know ... I'm 26 now. Isn't it time I started settling down? Have someone filling up the other half of the bed," you pondered, feeling a bit pathetic as you did so.
Mingyu let out a quiet sound of confusion, eyebrows furrowed and head leaning to the side in question.
"Isn't that what me and Jungkook are for?"
Not taking him seriously, you chuckled and took a swing of your almost empty bottle of soju.
"I'm serious, Mingyu. I mean a romantic relationship, where, you know, it's just us and we do couple things and we settle down and all that stuff."
"What can you do with some guy that you couldn't do with us?", he grabbed both your drinks and set them on the table.
Suddenly, his demeanor seemed a bit more serious, which confused you.
Where the hell was Jungkook with those drinks?
"I- Are you serious? Do you need me to tell you?"
"Yeah, I mean, why would you need to look for some guy if you have us?"
Oh. He was serious.
"Because we're friends?," you were beyond confused, "I can't go out with you romantically, or move in with you, or," you gulped, "or sleep with you."
"You can't?", he scoot closer to you.
"Mingyu ..."
"I just mean ... Why would you go after some loser when we can just take care of you?", his hand went back to touching you, though this time it ran up and down your thigh rather than your arm. That false semblance of innocence was gone, "You want someone to keep your bed warm? You don't even have to ask ... I'll do it- we'll do it."
Through his short speech, he got closer and closer, just as the air in the room got heavier. The atmosphere itself shifted dramatically, specially with Mingyu so close to you.
Mingyu was the touchiest man you'd ever known. Being his best friend, you had fallen victim to his touchy demeanor endless times, but never like this. Never while his eyes were hooded and heavy with some emotion you'd never seen in them before.
"Gyu, I-"
"Can I show you?", he rasped, eyes now on your lips.
"Y-you're drunk," you were sure that must've been it. The combination between drinking and talking about dating must've short circuited his brain.
"Just tipsy ... Tipsy enough to get the balls to tell you how much I want you ... but lucid enough to remember how many times I've thought about this."
The hands on your thighs moved to your waist, closing in on you, slowly pulling you toward him. By the end of it, you were halfway sitting on his lap.
"You've thought about this?"
Your nervous hands went to his shoulders for support, easily giving in to him.
"So many times. Jungkook too," he chuckled as he began burying his head in your neck, lips ghosting the sensitive skin.
Lacking any control of your body, you repositioned yourself to allow him better access to you, now fully on his lap as he sat sideways on the couch, arms wrapped fully around you and face buried in your neck.
"Gyu, I-"
"Yeah? Is this okay? Is it okay if I kiss your neck like this? This is what you wanted, right? Someone to take care of you?", he mumbled as he made his way to your ear with breathy kisses.
You were burning up, completely powerless to Mingyu. It was kind of embarrassing how easily you gave in to him. How you had been entirely unaware of his want for you until five minutes ago, yet you were now pliant in his hold, willing to listen to his senseless argument about him and Jungkook being good replacement for a relationship. You also had that to think about – the Jungkook aspect of it all.
The reminder of Jungkook's presence woke you up a bit, remembering that you were literally sitting on your best friend's lap while in your other best friend's living room.
With half a mind to let Mingyu do whatever he wanted to do with you, you powered your way through your decision to pull him away from your neck.
"Gyu, wait. Kook could get here any minute-"
"Don't stop on my account. Seemed like you were having fun without me."
Your head snapped to the door at the introduction of the raspy voice of your best friend, finding said friend leaning against the doorframe with a few drinks in one hand and a few ramen cups stacked on the other.
"Jungkook-"
"So, can someone catch me up?", he got closer, dropping off all the food he was carrying on the table and sitting next to you on the couch.
The position made it so that Jungkook was technically sitting behind you. Since you were on Mingyu's lap and sitting sideways on the couch, you were now being sandwiched by both boys. Jungkook still kept a small distance, making you have to turn around in Mingyu's hold to look at him.
While you probably embodied the image of a deer caught in headlights, Mingyu seemed completely relaxed, hands still comfortably on your waist.
"I was actually just catching Y/N up," said Mingyu, an overly cocky tone in his voice as his hands continued to feel up and down your waist.
"Oh? Without me?", chuckled Jungkook, leaning a bit closer.
"What the hell is happening?"
"How much did you tell her?", Jungkook ignored you, staring directly at Mingyu. His eyes would occasionally trail down to Mingyu's hands on your waist, a sour look overtaking his face.
It seemed like you had missed a few chapters in the friendship; there was some unspoken agreement between the two in which you were the main character. While it bothered you to think that they'd discussed you in private, the enigma of it all also excited you. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was the way in which Mingyu's entire demeanor had become possessive when you brought up dating. The reason didn't matter when you were already beginning to heat up.
"Just caught her up a little on the, uh, situation," said Mingyu with an unrecognizable glint in his eyes, "Did you know she was thinking about dating?", he asked Jungkook, ignoring your presence while still having his hands on you.
Mingyu's hand had made it under your shirt by now, feeling the warm skin of your back.
"Oh? Since when?", he finally turned to you, scooting up a tiny bit more.
Due to his new proximity, you turned your head around, facing Mingyu again. That proved to be a mistake, as Mingyu was even closer to you. Jungkook also took advantage of this, braving a few more inches in closeness and letting his face come closer to your neck. He pushed your hair aside for better access, simply breathing against you as he awaited your answer.
Responding was the hardest thing in the world. Your mind was simply not working at the moment, the situation being far too intimate for you to fully function. On one side you had the huge hunk of a man that was Mingyu, warm hands against the bare skin of your back all while you sat on his leg. On the other, you had the gorgeous embodiment of a boyfriend that was Jungkook, whose fingers were now slowly running up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake while he nosed at your neck.
You had your two gorgeous best friends giving you the best type of attention all while your brain fizzled with your tipsiness.
"Answer him, baby," murmured Gyu.
"I- I just," you sighed when Jungkook began leaving feather-light kisses on your neck, "just thought about maybe getting b-back in the market? To meet someone and-"
"But you have us?", Jungkook sounded genuinely confused, seemingly unable to understand the platonic nature behind your friendship.
"That's what I said!", added Mingyu.
"But I want a boyfriend, n-not-"
"Boyfriend? Baby ...", Jungkook disconnected from you, grabbing your head to make you twist your neck in order to look at him, "That's just an upgrade. You want a boyfriend? We'll give you two. You don't need to be looking around for some loser," his eyes gradually lowered to your lips as he spoke, breath heavy against them.
"K-Kook, I-"
"Please say yes? Please just ... Let me show you? We can show you together. Right, Gyu?", he murmured, mere inches away from your mouth.
Before you knew it, you were nodding, far too desperate to voice your desire.
As embarrassing as it was to admit, you had thought of kissing Jungkook before. Being one of the prettiest boys you'd ever seen before, it was hard at first to keep your relationship with him fully platonic, having had to beat down a small crush you had developed on him at an earlier age. His kiss, however, was not something you could've ever predicted.
Even with the awkward angle, and Mingyu's hands still on you, Jungkook gave you the dizziest of kisses. He knew how to get you hooked immediately, starting with a heavy kiss that had you chasing him the moment he pulled away. With a quiet and breathy laugh, he kissed you again, languid and wet in the way his tongue snuck between your lips, seamlessly making its way into your mouth to play with yours.
Shamelessly, you moaned against his lips, hands digging into Mingyu's shoulders as he continued to hold you. The slight awkwardness of making out with Jungkook while giving your back to Mingyu, yet still holding onto him, was present in your mind. However, Jungkook's sensual yet playful way of kissing you took up most of your attention.
But you knew Mingyu to be a whiny mess of a man at times, so you knew it wouldn't be long before he attempted to regain your attention. The evidence was in the way he felt you up all throughout, hands on your breasts as he pinched at your nipples through your shirt, groaning at the feeling of your tits in his hands. Occasionally, his hands would go down to your cunt, ghosting the place where you needed the most attention before making their way back up to your chest.
Pulling you away by the waist, you were forced to separate from Jungkook, eyes still closed as your lips chased his own. This time Jungkook's lips also attempted to regain possession over yours, with his tongue catching a few last nasty licks of your own.
"It's my turn," grumbled Mingyu, making you turn back to him, "You're on my lap but kiss him only? Baby, we're supposed to share you!", he pouted.
Giggling, you got even closer to him, cradling his head in your hands as you lightly pulled at his hair.
You turned to Jungkook one quick last time, "Kookie?"
His eyes lit up at your question, giving you a view of his round eyes as he gave you his full attention.
"Scoot closer, yeah? Put your hands around me," you encouraged him, humming in contentment when he went above and beyond and began to kiss your neck in the process.
Turning back to Mingyu, there was still an ever-so-present pout on his features, making you giggle again before finally kissing his lips.
Now, Mingyu's kiss was completely different from that of Jungkook's.
You had known Mingyu for as much time as you had Jungkook. He had a bit of a reputation when you had first met, being known as a guy who would occasionally sleep around with other idols, and sometimes staff. Now at 26, he had been retired from that era of his life for a while, but you'd be lying if you didn't say he always made you wonder. He always had all the girls swooning, instantly falling in love with his outgoing persona and his incomparable charisma. His looks also did not help matters. Being so handsome and likable, you occasionally fell victim to his charms, sometimes needing to snap yourself out of R rated thoughts you'd have about him on nights you were feeling particularly lonely.
His kiss felt exactly the way he looked. It was rich and insanely hot. Mingyu made love to your mouth, using his tongue in ways you didn't know a man could. He was domineering in the way he kissed you, with a firm hand on your jaw so he could position you in a way that allowed him to kiss you just the way he liked. And he liked it nasty. He liked it wet and filthy and in a way that made you sure you'd cum if he kissed you for a little too long.
You could barely catch up to the situation, having one gorgeous man fucking your mouth with his tongue while the other suckled at the most sensitive spots of your neck. In the meantime, your cunt was gushing with essence, already so extremely wet you were beginning to squirm in Mingyu's hold.
You attempted to pull away once, only to be enticed into kissing Mingyu again as he groaned against you, tongue seducing yours once more. You attempted to pull away twice, having his arms wrap tighter around you. The third time is when you finally succeeded, whining against Mingyu's mouth that you needed more. This caused yet another groan to come out of Mingyu, only to be echoed by Jungkook's own groan against your neck.
They both disconnected from you, looking to each other in a decisive manner, almost as if to formulate a game plan.
"I want her first," said Jungkook, slapping Mingyu's hands away from you and attempting to move you onto his lap.
Mingyu stopped him, holding you tighter against him as he rebutted, "You? She's already on my lap. I should have her first."
"Dude, I'm about to blow up. Just let me fuck her and then you can have her while I recover," be argued, hands fighting Mingyu's off of you.
"Why can't I choose?", you butt in, annoyed.
Their demeanors swiftly changed at your interruption, both pairs of hands now touching either your waist or thighs in an intimate yet caring manner.
"What do you want, pretty? My cock? Hmm?", asked Mingyu with a sweet voice in an attempt to convince you. Meanwhile, Jungkook wordlessly kissed at your neck again, nibbling at your ear and smirking at how you shuddered at the feeling.
"I-", you were already lightheaded again, "I wanna suck your dick, Gyu. Want Kookie to fuck me while I suck your dick," you murmured, hand holding Jungkook's head against your neck to keep his kisses coming.
Mingyu groaned at this, nodding absentmindedly. He began to shift, attempting to get up in order to get himself ready for you, but you stopped him.
"Undress me? Both of you?", you asked in the softest voice you could muster. You wanted both their hands on you at once, feeling your nude body for the first time. You knew their desire for you was already clouding their minds, so you wanted to do everything in your power to relish in every single touch, every look filled with lust they would give you.
Without another word, both boys got up, standing you up with them. Their hands were messy and uncoordinated as they got every garment off you, feeling you up in the process. Your breasts were groped and fondled multiple times in the process, while Jungkook pressed your ass up against him any chance he could, groaning at the slight stimulation.
Finally undressed, you decided to turn around once more, facing Jungkook as you kissed him with no warning. You smirked into his mouth when you felt Mingyu grab you from behind and press your ass up against him, grinding slowly against you. You knew it wasn't enough to get him anywhere, but you enjoyed knowing he was needy enough to use you in such a fruitless way just for a little stimulation.
Meanwhile, your hands went straight to Jungkook's oversized top, hands sneaking underneath to feel up his muscular form, hands harshly rubbing on his strong chest. It seemed Jungkook was overly sensitive to your touch. He whined needy breaths into your mouth as you felt him up. Taking off his shirt, you moaned as you saw the gorgeous figure of your best friend.
God, he was the prettiest thing you'd ever seen. You couldn't wait until you saw the rest of his pretty body, sculpted by the endless hours of work you knew he always put into the gym. The endless hours in which you had accompanied him to said gym, always having to look away before you started to have inpure thoughts of your best friend.
He helped you in the removing of his pants and boxers, throwing his head back when your hands immediately went to find his cock and play with it. Burying his head in your neck, he groaned against your skin, whining at the feeling of your hands finally wrapped around him after having wanted you for so long.
Behind you, you heard shuffling, assuming Mingyu to have been removing his own clothes as he waited for his turn of your attention to come. You felt badly at leaving him hanging for too long, knowing him to have an overly impatient disposition when he didn't receive attention for extended periods of time.
Playing with Jungkook's cock just for a little longer, you gave him one last kiss before turning around and trapping Mingyu in his own kiss. Unlike with Jungkook, you didn't linger long, opting instead to push him down the large conversation pit – thank god for Jungkook's insanely big mansion – located just a few steps away from the couch where it had all begun. This way you could have all the space you wanted to play with your friends.
Now lying down, Mingyu looked you up and down like you were his next prey, licking his lips at the sight and motioning at you to come sit on him despite knowing that you wanted something else.
"C'mon, baby. Ditch him. Don't you want me instead?," he leaned upwards to try and convince you of sitting on him.
It was hard to deny him with his cock staring up at you in such a challenging manner. He was equally as gorgeous as your other bestie, but in so many different ways. Mingyu was so big and thick and buff, he had you salivating at the mere sight of him. He was so toned yet so thick, and his dick matched perfectly. God, the thought of that monster inside you had your eyes rolling back already. Did he really mean it when he said he'd be yours? That he and Jungkook would share you? The idea of a boyfriend sounded stupid in retrospect.
Despite all your better judgment telling you to jump Mingyu and let him impale you with his cock right then and there, you knew that starting off with Jungkook would give you a better buildup. You also knew that based on Jungkook's competitive personality, he'd become even whinier than Mingyu if you didn't let him take care of you first.
Fully determined, you turned back to Jungkook, who had been standing there in a trance, now having a better view of your body and keeping his eyes religiously glued to it. You grabbed onto him and walked yourself back to the large conversation pit, eyes glued to Jungkook's in a seductive manner as you guided him to the area in which Mingyu was already lying down. In only a few seconds, you let go of Jungkook and positioned yourself in front of Mingyu at an eye level with his cock while he sat up and looked down at you with a pained look in his eyes. In all fours, your back faced Jungkook, hinting at him to get behind you so that you could finally get back to business.
With a groan, Jungkook knelt behind you, needy hands feeling the curve of your back as he pushed you up against him. In the meantime, you began softly playing with Mingyu's cock, making him throw his head back at finally receiving some attention where he'd been craving it for so long.
"You're so pretty, fuck ... No one deserves you, baby. Too fucking pretty n perfect n fuck ... Can I fuck you now, pretty? Hmm? Let me have this pretty pussy while you suck off your bestie," rambled Jungkook from behind you, head lowered so he could kiss at your hips.
You whined and pushed up your ass against him, giving him the green light to do whatever he wanted, when suddenly he stopped.
"Fuck, wait. Condom?", he asked, making Mingyu groan, as you were about to engulf him in your mouth but also halted your movements to tend to Jungkook's question.
"It's okay, Kookie. The company put me on some new birth control. You can fuck me raw," you smirked up at Mingyu, giggling at yet another groan of his.
"He gets you raw? Baby, I'm the one who started all this! How's that fair?", he huffed.
Taking a quick separation from Jungkook, you gestured for Mingyu to lean down so he could meet you halfway. With a wet kiss, you made your way to his ear and whispered against it.
"I'm saving you for last, baby. Gonna ride you til I cry ... Now be good and cum in my mouth?"
He groaned so loudly his entire body vibrated under you as you crawled your way back to your previous position. Jungkook simply laughed at the interaction.
Feeling you up once more, Jungkook finally grabbed onto his cock and lined himself up, groaning at the gushing wetness that coated his cock as he entered you. Your own moan was masked by Mingyu's cock, which you were currently working into your mouth.
"Oh, fuck ... It's so tight, baby ... It's so fuckin' warm n tight n so pretty, baby. Such a pretty cunt," babbled Jungkook, immediately pussydrunk.
Could he be blamed? He had wanted you for years. From the moment he met you, he cursed at himself for being so damn shy and initiating a friendship with you rather than showing you his interest. His members constantly teased him over it, even so many years into his crush. When he first found out Mingyu also had similar ideas in mind, he felt conflicted. But he ultimately grew close enough to the two of you to the point where he wouldn't mind sharing you with his bestest of friends.
Your muffled moans completely took him out of it, taking away any ability to think or speak. He simply chased after you with his hips, canting them against your own as you pushed back against him.
"Is it good, pretty? Like my cock?" he winced at the way you tightened any time he'd speak to you.
"So good, Kookie. So big ...," you pulled away from Mingyu to breathe before going back to licking and sucking at his tip, moaning against him as his eyes rolled back.
You were practically centipede in Jungkook's living room, with Mingyu lying on his back as you gagged on his cock and Jungkook pounding into you from behind. All your senses were overtaken by the mindless quest for pleasure you had all taken on.
"You're so good with your mouth, pretty ... Fuck, look so pretty stuffed of cock," Mingyu gasped, throwing his head back, "Like how he fucks you, baby? Just wait til I get to you ... Gonna stuff that pretty pussy so good ..."
You moaned against his cock, already thirsty for him even as Jungkook continued to ram into you. Pushing your ass back against him, you felt Jungkook's nails dig into the skin of your hips, adoring how malleable you were for him.
"Baby ... 'm gonna cum soon ... Feels so fucking good, pretty. You're so fucking g-good for me. Wanted you so fuckin' bad, you have no idea ..." murmured Jungkook as he entered his high, hips lacking any control in their movements.
Jungkook had always been the most sensible of the bunch, never holding back from expressing how strongly he felt for the people in his life. The pleasure must've been so much that it made him unfiltered in revealing the undeniable effect you had on him.
"W-where do I cum? Fuck, gonna fucking cum, it's so good, baby. Take it so good for me, shit ..."
You were too busy gagging on cock to respond right away, so you had to take a minute to pull away and catch your breath, replacing your mouth with your hand while also holding yourself up with the other one.
"Inside? Cum inside, Kookie. I'll- I'll cum too," you were breathless, barely able to get the words out as a petulant Mingyu whined at you to help him finish, hands going behind your head and lightly encouraging you to get your mouth back on him.
"Inside? Fuck, okay, baby. Gonna fill you up, yeah?", he groaned, muttering to himself right afterwards, "Fucking finally ..."
His hips sped up drastically as his high approached, making you choke around Mingyu not just due to his girth, but due to the intense ramming against your ass. Though harsh and with an unmatchable energy, you continued to try and push your hips back toward his own, wanting to milk him dry as your own high invaded your senses.
His desperation for you made you feel so incredibly good, like you were the prettiest girl to ever exist. It made you arch your back a little deeper, take a little more of Gyu's cock, dig your nails a little harsher into the cushion of the conversation pit. You heightened all your actions just to feel him a little more.
And then it reached its crescendo. All while Jungkook whimpered and cried at how sensitive he felt at your tightening walls, Mingyu also found his own high. You were too distracted with your own orgasm to acknowledge him asking you for permission to cum in your mouth, instead suctioning more intensely to wordlessly give him an enthusiastic yes, please fill up my mouth with your cum.
By the time Mingyu filled up your mouth, Jungkook had already finished his high, now kneeling behind you as he peppered kisses all over your back and hips, whispering against you how good you had been for him and how pretty you looked with his cum leaking out of you. Fully drunk on the aftermath of his high, Jungkook loved on you like any lover would.
In the meantime, you attempted to swallow every bit of Mingyu's essence, moaning against his cock afterwards as you licked at every lone drop that made it out of your mouth.
By the end of it, you were all completely spent. Each of you dropped one by one, with Jungkook lying on his back as he caught his breath, you falling onto Mingyu, and Mingyu attempting to pull you up to climb his body so that he could kiss you again.
With the very little energy you had regained, you crawled up Mingyu's body, making out with him as he attempted to lick his way into your mouth in order to taste himself in your mouth. Kissing evolved into feeling each other up, which then became grinding your now sensitive pelvises against each other. Surprisingly, Mingyu was still half-hard, which gave you the perfect surface to grind your cunt into. He sat up, making you sit up with him before beginning to leave kisses on the side of your neck.
"Baby? Gonna ride me like you said, right? Just .. Fuck, want that pretty pussy, baby. It's my turn to have that tiny little cunt wrapped around me, yeah?", he murmured between kisses.
You gave in to him easily, gasping at every word that accompanied every kiss.
Nodding mindlessly, you almost forgot to think back to Jungkook, who was probably still recovering from his orgasm.
"W-what about Kookie?," you mumbled when Mingyu began positioning you above his cock.
"Don't worry about me, pretty. Just enjoying the view", you turned back to see Jungkook lying back on his elbows, one hand on his semi-flacid cock as he began to work himself up at the sight of you sitting on your best friend.
Well, that worked well enough for you.
"Now pay attention to me, princess. Been ignoring me all day today," Mingyu grabbed onto your chin to make you look at him, thumb softly rubbing at your chin as he tilted your head back.
You were insanely wet by now, not only from your orgasm but also from just Mingyu's mere presence. Knowing how intense and touchy Mingyu always was in PG scenarios, you couldn't help your eyes rolling back at the thought of him between the sheets. His heavy cock on your tongue had been enough of a taste to know how good it'd feel when finally inside you.
His strong hands lifted you up a bit, rescuing his dick from under you as he helped you position it under you, holding tightly onto your hips when you began to lower yourself down. You would've moaned and whined at the immense stretch, but Mingyu had different plans for your mouth. His thick fingers slipped into your mouth, making you gag a bit before you began sucking on them.
Too many things were on your mind, with all your senses being invaded by Mingyu – though also accompanied by Jungkook's low moans of pleasure behind you. Even as your body was bouncing against Mingyu's, attempting to match his thrusts, your head was completely empty of any thought. All you could think about was Mingyu, and his cock, and his fingers, and his pretty body, and and and-
"Feel good, princess? Love my cock, hmm? Tell me how much you like my cock, angel," he groaned as he took his fingers out of your mouth, using the wet fingertips to tweak at your nipple as his mouth engulfed the opposite one.
"So much ... It's so big. Fuck, Gyu, you're s-so big ..."
Barely able to formulate words, you cried as Mingyu helped you bounce on him, occasionally opting to grind in a way that made your clit get the perfect stimulation. It all felt too good. Mingyu's gigantic hands on your body while his lips suckled on your tits as Jungkook groaned so prettily behind you. You were far too sensitive and alert to hold back from the life-altering orgasm that was to come. So, you voiced this concern to Mingyu.
His response came in the form of flipping you around and trapping you underneath him. His big hands held onto your waist, lifting you a bit so he could angle himself just right. Eyes rolling back and nails digging onto the bed, you lost yourself in him. Jungkook seemed to be completely lost to pleasure also. You could finally see him after Mingyu flipped you over, and fuck ... He looked so desperate, so depraved in the way he hammered into his cock, mouth permanently agape as he let out little praises to you.
"I need you to cum for me, okay, princess? Show Jungkook how good I make you feel. Need you to milk me dry, yeah? Can you do that for me?", he dumbly talked down at you with a tone that could only be seen as patronizing in any other context. But here, you loved it. You loved how dumbly he treated you. Because it was true. You could not think, you could not speak. Your senses were all gone and replaced by a constant stream of cock cock cock as Mingyu finally made you reach your orgasm.
Mingyu played with you through the entirety of your orgasm, rubbing at your clit with one hand while holding you with the other, his lips constantly attached to your tits.
"G-gyu, I- fuck! C-cumming! Please, I-" you had no idea what you were begging for as your orgasm completely took over, making you tighten around Mingyu as he mumbled into your chest, letting you know of his own impending high.
Despite having already had an equally fulfilling orgasm, this second one brought out a new sensitivity in you. Falling under Mingyu, you whimpered at the way he flipped you over again to lay on his chest, caressing your back and pressed you up against him, even more when Jungkook laid beside you and softly ran his hands through your hair.
The three of you laid there together, with you halfway laying on Mingyu while Jungkook laid on the opposite side of you, cuddling into you. Behind you, you could feel Jungkook's flacid member, meaning he had also reached a second high along with you and Mingyu. Lying there together, completely sober now, you eventually let sleep take over you, nuzzling into both boys in a satisfied manner.
A few days passed by since your encounter with the 97s. They were pretty eventful as far as your job went, attending a few photoshoots and practicing constantly for whatever new activity was coming up for your group. However, things between you and your friends had remained stagnant. You didn't think they had ghosted you or anything like that, but the timing of your busy schedules picking up right after breaking your platonic relationship did make you anxious.
When you'd woken up that next day, Mingyu was gone, having left one of the packs of ramen cooked and ready for you with a note attached detailing how much he enjoyed last night, saying he had wanted to stay and say goodbye but had a a schedule that had been calling for him. It was signed with his name and a little heart.
Jungkook had been half-awake already, having carried you to his bed when he had woken up, right after Mingyu's departure. You had wanted to talk about last night, but also had a schedule over at the company, so you left after cuddling with a sleepy Jungkook for a short while, not really discussing anything, yet sharing a sweet kiss as a goodbye for the day.
And so you hadn't really seen them since then. It was the unfortunate reality of idol life. That night had been the first in a few weeks in which you'd even been able to see each other. You were unsure when the next one would come, but you needed it to be soon. The remembrance of that night kept messing with your head, especially any time you'd see either of your friends in passing at the Hybe building, never being free long enough for a worthy interaction.
On the fourth night since the incident, you finally had more time off for yourself, hoping maybe they did too. Mingyu got ahead of you in that aspect, texting you the previous night, somehow aware of your time off, and asking you over. There was no deeper interpretation to be had in his message, as it was pretty straightforward. Nervous as to whether to expect a repeat of last time or a conversation about it, you let him know you'd be there.
Jungkook and Mingyu had always been closer to each other than to you. Going out together was always easier for them since no scandalous rumors would arise from it. They were also often in the same friend groups, knowing more male idols than you did due to the nature of the industry. It was easy for you to assume that they had already spoken about what had happened, even before it happened. Throughout the night, they kept referencing some type of agreement they'd had regarding you and dating. It was hard to assume, but you wondered if they meant sharing you – as strange as it sounded.
Your questions would only be answered tonight, leading you to some anxiety before finally arriving to Mingyu's.
~
"I missed you," were Mingyu's first words when he welcomed you, trapping you in a warm hug as he usually did. Hugging Mingyu was, in your opinion, one of your life's greatest privileges. He was so big and strong, it always felt like being completely engulfed in the safest of spaces.
His hug was followed by one of Jungkook's, less tight in nature but just as rewarding. He held onto your waist and nuzzled against you, always attempting to bury himself in whoever he held in his arms.
Quietly, they guided you to Mingyu's living room, slightly smaller than Jungkook's but still very much reminiscent of a millionaire's home.
You looked over to the coffee table, tilting your head in confusion at the presence of cans of diet soda rather than the usual alcohol Mingyu would always provide. Sensing your confusion, Mingyu chuckled.
"No alcohol today. Thought you might wanna talk about what happened," he sat down on the couch, patting the empty space next to him so you'd join him. Behind to you, Jungkook joined, sitting on a lone seat facing you and Mingyu. No matter where you looked, the two boys would be in front of you.
"We've been keeping you in the dark, huh?," pondered Jungkook, handing you a freshly opened can of soda, "Sorry about that. No easy way to tell your best friend you're into her."
Oh. He was going straight to the point.
"I like you, if that wasn't clear already," he let out a breathless chuckle, attempting to hold eye contact but failing.
He was much better at this when he was working his way into your pants.
"And so do I," interrupted Mingyu.
Wait.
"Are you-"
"We both like you."
"I- Have you talked about this?"
"Uh, it's come up, yeah," Mingyu scratched the back of his neck.
"I don't really know what to say ..."
"We just ... You had fun the other night, right?"
"Yeah, I mean, it was great," you took a breath, "but we're friends. Right?"
You weren't sure if you were being rational or not. Did you like Mingyu and Jungkook? Sure. But together? At the same time? You had never considered such type of relationship.
"We- we don't have to be just friends," added Jungkook, not much confidence in his voice. He cleared his throat and tried again, "We like you, and we know that you like us back. Maybe not in the same way, but you do. That night would've gone very differently if you didn't."
You could've lied. You could've lied and left it off as an amazing one night stand with your two best friends. But the thought of never feeling what you felt that night ever again was not something you wanted to risk. It wasn't just about the pleasure. You had meant what you said that night; you wanted a stable relationship. You wanted someone to call a best friend, but be more than that. Someone to hold you at night. The three of you had always been glued by the hip, but you had never really thought of what it'd be like to take the next step – to have them be that person (or those people).
There were just too many questions in your head. Would this change your relationship negatively? Would they actually want to share you? Would this go anywhere?
You opted for answering Jungkook's question with another question.
"Are you okay with both of you liking me?"
They looked at each other for a moment before Mingyu ultimately answered.
"We've discussed it," he started, "When we first realized we both liked you, it did cause some tension. But the closer we got to you, the more we realized that we just wanted to be with you. Whether as friends or as more, we just wanted you."
You gulped at the confession, feeling your face heating up all of the sudden.
"I- I don't know what to say, I- I like you too. Both of you. I always thought that it was just as friends, but ... there'd be moments where I'd wonder. And after that night, I just-"
Jungkook leaned forwards, grabbing onto your hands. He smiled, ignoring most of your words and paying attention to what he cared about the most – you liked him.
"You like me back? Us? Do you- We could treat you so right. I- I've wanted you since we met. I've liked you for so long and ... Not just for sex. We could be more," his words were slightly frantic in nature, almost as if he wanted to sell something to you.
He didn't need any selling. You liked him. It became more and more glaring by the minute.
"Nothing has to change. We've been friends for this long. Just ... That guy you're looking for? To settle down with? That could be us," added Mingyu, placing a palm on your thigh for reassurance.
"What happens if I say yes?"
Mingyu's eyes grew dark.
"Do you want the PG version?"
You shook your head, mouth agape as you looked to Mingyu.
His face lit up as he leaned closer and closer to you, lips approaching the sensitive spots he had discovered on your neck just a few days ago. Stopping for just one moment, he looked to Jungkook to gesture he sit opposite of you, making you become sandwiched by both men yet again.
Now with both boys kissing down your neck, you allowed your head to rest against the back of the couch, attempting to fight the shudders escaping your body at the sensation.
"As our girlfriend ... we'd take you on dates," Mingyu sucked at a particularly sensitive spot, licking at it afterwards, "buy you pretty gifts, keep you warm at night," he took a pause, licking up the length of your neck, "take care of you every day."
Jungkook continued from where Mingyu left off, leaving soft whispers of kisses under your ear, "We share you. We take you home, cook for you, protect you," he nipped at your lobe, "We love you like no one else could ever imagine."
By now, you were gone. Through their whispered promises, their hands had decided to intrude your space yet again. Jungkook's had found a home between your legs, running up your skirt and gracing at your cunt, but only enough to have you puffing out breaths of desire. Mingyu's had migrated upwards, lowering the straps of your dress and liberating your breasts, hands needy as they pulled and tweaked at your nipples.
"What do you say, princess?", Mingyu pulled away, lips reaching your own, "Wanna have two boyfriends?", he pecked at your lips sensually.
"Mhmm ...", you nodded pathetically, not trusting your voice.
Jungkook groaned at your answer, hand finally slipping inside your panties, "Good girl ..."
"Fuck, gonna treat you so good, gorgeous," said Mingyu, continuing to kiss at your lips tongue seeking your own.
His lips trailed down to your breasts, sensually licking at your nipples, gradually giving them more and more attention. By the end of it, you were crying at the sensitivity.
Jungkook continued to play with your cunt, driving his fingers through your folds at a rhythmic pace that made your hips take a mind of their own, grinding upwards with a complete lack of coordination.
You were so focused on Jungkook's fingers that you didn't notice Mingyu making his way down your body, now kneeling between your legs as his lips made their way up your thighs, marking them to his heart's contentment.
"So fucking pretty ... Been wanting your pretty thighs around my head for years, princess ...", he mumbled to himself, nosing his way towards your cunt. When he finally arrived, he nudged Jungkook's finger's away, sticking his nose against your cunt as he took a shameless whiff of your scent, groaning gruttaly against you.
"So good ... Fuck, need this pretty cunt so bad. Can I have it, baby? Hmm? Let me have a taste of this pretty pussy?" he asked between depraved licks of your cunt through your panties.
Hiccuping back a sob, you nodded, opening your legs wider as you took a hold of Jungkook's hand for support.
Needing no further confirmation, Mingyu went straight into your cunt, ignoring the obstacle of your panties by pushing them aside. In the meantime, Jungkook's hand went to your chin, turning your whiny lips to his own and giving you a languid kiss. His tongue played with your own, taking advantage of your constant cries of pleasure to suck at your tongue and bite your lips as much as he desired.
Your hands went from holding onto Jungkook for support to his pants, undoing the drawstring as he continued to kiss you. With shaky hands, you snuck your hands in, pulling out his hardened cock as you began to jerk it in your hand. Now you were even; equally pathetic cries being released into each other's mouths as you both chased your highs.
Beneath you, you almost missed the way Mingyu's hips began humping against the couch, groans being released into your cunt due to the stimulation. You were far too distraed by kissing Jungkook, but Mingyu's eyes were rolled all the way back as his hips became uncontrollable, cumming in his boxers just moments before he licked you to completion.
Even as you came, Mingyu's lips didn't leave your cunt, just as yours stayed on Jungkook's. The room was a mess of wet sounds of tongues as Mingyu finally separated himself from you to take a breath.
"Prettiest fucking cunt," he mumbled to himself as he let himself lay on the floor of his living room in exhaustion.
"C-cum! 'm gonna cum ...", Jungkook managed to mumble against your lips, attempting to pull back but being enticed by your lips to continue kissing. Your hands sped up at his warning, warning his pretty seed to coat your hands as he reached his nirvana.
With a last groan, Jungkook froze against you while riding his high, hips pathetic in their movements against your hand. Bringing up your hand to your lips, you made a show of licking the remnants of cum, grinning when you beard a unison of groans from both boys.
Out of breath, Jungkook leaned against you, cuddling into you with a satisfied yet smile.
"So, was that a yes?"
Mingyu made his way to the couch again, taking up the last bit of personal space you had.
You chuckled.
"Yes. That was a yes."
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"Fuck, missed you so much. You have no idea," whispered Jungkook against your neck.
After having cornered you in one of Hybe's many endless hallways, Jungkook had grabbed you by the hand and led you to an empty changing room, pushing you up against the door and burying his face in your neck. It was mostly innocent, sans the feathery kisses down your neck. His hands were still in appropriate places.
"I was only gone for a month," you giggled against him.
"A month too long. Do you know how annoying Mingyu gets when you're not around? Jesus Christ," he groaned in mock annoyance, refusing to separate from your neck.
Breathing you in, he hummed, arms wrapping impossibly tighter around you.
"Where is he, by the way?"
"What, not enough attention from one of your boyfriends?", he softly bit at your neck in defiance, licking at the mark he left when you jumped in surprise.
"No! Just ... Missed seeing you two together."
After only a month of entering a romantic relationship, you were embarrassed to admit, but you had become quite needy, always wanting them around. This had led to a few problems within your company, which was blissfully unaware of your three-way relationship, but still had to deal with how much closer you had gotten – especially in public. There had been a few more rumors as of late, though none actually traced back to anything credible.
"He's at the gym. Should be here any minute, though, since he knows you're back."
"Hmm," you hummed, disconnecting him from your neck despite his complaints, "Wanna start without him?" you grinned.
With a boyish nod and a peak of his bunny teeth, the pretty boy agreed, dragging you over to one of the empty couches in the room.
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🌊cruel summer: huening kai
pairing: kai x afab!reader word count: 1.9k
synopsis: a small summer vacation was all it was supposed to be for kai until you walked into his life, causing the pain of a summer fling…
genre: surfer!kai, temporary lovers, angst
warnings: heart break, alcohol is mentioned once, kai is too cute.
Huening Kai pulled you between his legs, his strong arms wrapping around you, your back against his chest.
The cool afternoon summer breeze blew the smell of salt water through your nose. The sounds of the waves moving up the beach were relaxing and calming. Mostly after the events that will unfold tomorrow morning.
Kai rested his chin on your shoulder, planting butterfly kisses on your neck.
You leaned into him, wanting to embrace every part of his existence. Dreading the moment when he won’t be by your side.
“Do you really have to leave?” you whispered softly, your voice carrying the weight of heartbreak.
Kai nodded, shifting his gaze out to the ocean, “I don’t want to leave, but I can’t stay.”
You’ve replayed the story in your head multiple times. This isn’t his home, not anymore. He has bigger things waiting for him.
You met Huening Kai almost three months ago at the beginning of June. His older sister, himself, and his younger sister flew in from South Korea, wanting to take a vacation here in Hawaii, which just happened to be Kai’s birthplace.
Your family owns a few beach houses and rents them out to tourists and vacationgoers. That’s how you met Kai.
It was love at first sight for you. The way he carried himself. His gummy smile and the way he laughed. How funny he was. Everything drew you to him.
You tried shoving the attraction down, but the moment he picked up a board and hit the waters, you fell hard.
The way Kai surfed was like a dance. It was in perfect sync and he never missed a beat. He was born for this.
For the first few days, you would sit on the porch of the local cafe and watch him surf, memorizing more and more each time.
Then finally, Kai made the first move. He caught you staring at him one day as he was pulling himself out of the ocean, the wind blew his wet black hair perfectly across his head. Kai is beautiful, breathtaking even.
He made his way towards you, dropping the board on the sand and sitting next to you.
Your heart pounded against your chest, threatening to tear a hole through the skin and make its way out.
“If you’re going to keep staring, maybe you should do it in a more respectful way so others don’t notice.”
His words snapped you back to reality, “Oh, I apologize,” you stared down at your sand-covered sandals, “I just love watching you surf.”
You felt his eyes on you, making the summer heat ten times worse than it already was.
“I was just joking,” he laughed, “Honestly I just used that as an excuse to talk to you.”
From that moment forward, Kai and you were inseparable. Spending every waking moment together, the countdown clock was ticking after all.
Over the next three months, you both fell hard.
You remembered the first kiss. It was behind the local bar by the biggest palm tree on the beach. Kai’s breath smelt of the alcohol you both drank and his lips tasted of the cherry chapstick he carried with him. His hands gripped your sides as he leaned you against the palm tree. Your tongues dancing together. You breathed him in as if he was the oxygen, and you were all out.
The days ticked on, and the more you fell in love. Not just with Kai, but the things he taught you, and showed you.
He taught you the beauty of nature. How to appreciate it more. How to love the ocean even if it’s mysterious and scary. To love the rainy days just as much as the sunny days.
He taught you to surf, to love the sport even when the waves aren’t high to catch a good wave. To get back on the board even after a wipeout.
He taught you to appreciate time and food, specifically with those you love.
On the mornings you would get to the beach house early, Kai would stand in the kitchen shirtless, flipping over the pancakes he’d make for his family and you. You appreciated his broad shoulders, and how he would sing to whatever song was playing on the radio while he cooked. Oh, you loved his singing voice. How he would tease his sisters, for the girl talk they would have.
You came to appreciate the friendship you found in his sisters. How Lea treated you as a younger sibling with such care. How Bahiyyih looked up to you but teased you for dealing with her brother.
How he was with your parents. How he would make your father laugh harder than anyone ever could. How he would help your mother clean the dishes after dinner.
You appreciated the stories Kai would tell you about South Korea, about his bandmates back in Seoul. How beautiful it is there.
Kai showed the things you’ve always wanted, but would also show you the one thing you didn’t want…he would also show you the feeling of heartbreak.
The last three months spent with him weren’t enough. All the late-night drives around the city and the late nights at the bar or cafe weren’t enough. The stolen kisses in passing on days you had to work. The kisses you would receive for hitting a good wave when surfing. The hugs and times laid out on the beach with him. The night of his birthday you both danced the night away on the beach, kicking up sand in every direction. The days it would rain, you’d listen to him sing and play his guitar on the porch of the house, your feet tucked underneath you, a cup of coffee in your hands.
Everything would come to an end.
You leaned further back into him, his arms resting against your tummy. You wrapped your arms around his.
His wet hair tickled your forehead, but you didn’t mind. You wanted to keep feeling every inch of him.
“I’m going to miss you.” you sighed, looking up at him.
A small smile formed on his lips, “Trust me, Y/N, I’m going to miss you more than you could ever miss me.”
You wanted to beg him to stay but knew you couldn’t. His vacation here was just for his birthday and to visit his homeland, nothing more.
It would be selfish of you to ask him to stay.
Kai perked up underneath you, jumping up to grab his surfboard, “The wind picked up! The waves will be better!”
He started off down the beach, but turned back around coming back to you, “Joining me?”
You shook your head, sending your knees to your chest, “I want to watch you one last time.”
All Kai could do was smile, trying to hide the sadness behind his chocolate eyes.
He planted a soft kiss on your lips then took off down the beach.
While you did want to watch him surf one last time, you wanted to be able to cry without him seeing.
Night fell faster than you wanted, in twelve hours Kai would be gone, on the next flight out of the States.
He held your hand tight as you walked back to the house.
You could tell something was wrong with the way he carried himself, with how quiet he was. Huening Kai wasn’t ever quiet.
“What’s wrong Hyuka?” you pressed yourself in front of him, making direct eye contact.
“I love you, Y/N.”
Your cheeks flushed, and your whole body stood frozen, scared to move and shatter into a million pieces. You’ve wanted to hear the words come from his lips for so long. You’ve wanted to say the words. But you two weren’t in a relationship, what the two of you had was just temporary.
“Huening…” you tried to think of what to say, to try and shove the happiness down along with the sadness, his I love you was so precious to you, but the words at the same time held a goodbye, “Don’t-“
“Say you love me.” the words cut you off, “Say you love me, please,” Kai cupped your face in the palm of his hands, “Say you love me, don’t let me leave tomorrow morning wondering if you ever loved me. Don’t keep me guessing if what we had meant nothing even if it was just a temporary summer fling.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself to reach his lips, “I love you, Kai Kamal Huening,” you whispered in between kisses, “till the end of the world.”
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The sun shined through your window, waking you from the more or less sleepless night you had.
You struggled out of bed and down the stairs to the kitchen, your parents sitting at the dining table.
“Good morning sunshine,” your father smiled at you.
You gave him a nod, sitting down beside him.
Your mother glanced between your father and you, “Honey is everything alright?”
All you could do was slightly nod. The emptiness was there, but nothing could be done.
“Kai stopped by early this morning,” your father softly said, pushing an envelope across the table to you, your name written on it in Kai’s handwriting, “I caught him walking up the porch as I was making my rounds to the other houses, and handed me this.”
You stared down at the envelope.
“Honey why don’t you eat breakfast, wash up, and then open the envelope on the hammock, it’s a beautiful day outside.”
~~~
You climbed into the hammock and carefully opened the envelope. You could smell his cologne radiating off it.
Inside was a handwritten letter and a recipe for his famous pancakes.
You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, preparing yourself for what was coming.
Dear my lovely, Y/N
I wrote down the recipe for the pancakes, I know you loved them very much.
It was Lea’s idea actually, she said it would be one way to remember me haha.
It’s funny because we have so much more that we shared for you to remember me with.
I left my surfboard at the rental house, your father said the cleaning crew wouldn’t be around until tomorrow. I left it for you to have and cherish, please continue to take care of it for me and clean it as I showed you ~
You jumped from the hammock, racing to the house he spent his time in. His surfboard leaned neatly against the side of the porch fence.
The house was empty, quiet, and dark. Showing no trace that anyone was ever there.
The sadness and emptiness in your heart set in, he was really gone.
You sat on the steps, continuing his letter.
Y/N, the last three months with you were too short. I want nothing more than to cancel my flight and run back into your arms. But we both know unfortunately that can’t happen.
From the beginning, I knew we would be temporary. Whether that just was friendship or love. But with you, I found both. It was so hard leaving you.
I tried to remove my feelings. To keep them hidden and tucked away to never surface, but you kept bringing it out. The night of our first kiss I knew I was in trouble. My heart was already yours at that moment, and nothing could stop it.
Three months here seems like a long time when thinking about it, but when you add the concept of time, it was so short. Summer came and ended. How cruel, isn’t it?
Such a cruel summer.
I love you, Y/N, till the end of the world.
You wiped the tears streaming down your face and folded the letter, holding it to your chest.
“Yes, it is, Kai Kamal Huening,” you took a deep breath, “It really was a cruel summer.”
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could you write more about sooah and rhe boys protecting renjun from the comments pretty please
When the negative reaction towards the album begins, the only thing Sooah can do is get on the first flight to London, but that isn't fast enough for her-- She wishes she could just teleport there because they need her now....... but she's more than half a day's worth of travel away.... So the boys do what they can on their end to "fix" the situation. Someone offered up the idea of a livestream since they couldn't do an official one for the album release, and once they got the green light from their team, the boys shoved themselves inside one of the hotel rooms, set up the camera facing the bed, hit "live" and went for it. at first, the comments were okay. they weren't overwhelmingly POSTIIVE, but people were happy to see Renjun, and the international fans were being supportive of the new music and the fact that Haechan wrote two of the songs. Jeno read the comments from his phone. They were far from the camera so they couldn't see them from the bed, so he scrolled on his phone in the corner, keeping the negative comments to himself... Pointing out flaws about Renjun... Saying cruel things about Haechan who worked so hard for the album... Turning their nose up at Mark who "favored" international fans. It seemed at the Korean fans were waking up to the live stream notification and they were less than impressed that the boys chose to go live in the middle of the night in Korea instead of waiting for the morning when their "fans" would be awake-- And because they were angry about that, they hive-mind took over until the comments were unbearable to look at any longer. Jeno tossed his phone to the side. He was only upsetting himself, so he tried to focus on the boys and interacting with the fans who did want to see them and support them, no matter what.
Both Mark and Jeno froze when Renjun woke up from his state of being half-asleep in the bed to grab Jeno's phone, tap the code in, and he began reading the comments. Jeno waited. He hoped that there was nothing bad there, that Renjun wouldn't see the mean things some people had to say about him... But the paleness in his face and the stillness in his movements told Jeno everything he needed to know. Within an instant, Jeno and Mark jumped into action to take the phone from Renjun, and Mark investigated what comments Renjun had scrolled through to figure out how bad it was. Renjun didn't move. His mind was racing with all those bad thoughts he spent the past few months trying to get rid of.
When Sooah gets there hours later, just as the sun is coming up, some of the boys are still awake and ready to greet her-- Not with smiles, but with silent hugs that they take in as they breathe slowly and close their eyes. Sooah holds them close. Mark, who's sacrificed so much of himself to constantly release music for his fans, hides in her arms for five minutes straight with his shoulders shaking occasionally like he's about to crack and start sobbing, but he refuses to let go. Haechan can't keep it together. He's been up so long because of the comments about the songs-- many about his-- and it's so overwhelming and defeating; but all of that fades away when Sooah's arms envelope him and she plays with his hair as he cries against her shoulder. The boys who are fine, who've been left been out of the blunt of the blame, are Chenle, Jaemin, and Jisung, and though they did their best to stay awake to be supportive, they crashed nearly an hour after the live stream ended because Mark and Jeno were pissed off and didn't want to entertain anymore.
"How is he?" Sooah asks. Jeno sighs quietly, "He saw some stuff he shouldn't've." "He's been asleep this entire time," Mark adds, "He fell asleep during the livestream." Sooah smiles shortly. Even while upset, their Renjun could fall asleep anywhere, anytime. So she finally walks into the bedroom to find three boys cuddled up on one of the queen sized beds while Renjun's asleep in the other. When the bed starts to shift as Sooah's weight lands on it, Renjun wakes slightly, his eyes barely opening because the lights are bright and he doesn't have enough energy to open them any further. He whines cutely when he realizes it's Sooah. Maybe it's a dream. Maybe it's not. Regardless, he smiles and lets her maneuver him however she wants so that she can turn him into the little spoon of their cuddle. "Are you doing okay, Xiǎo húlí?" Renjun snuggles closer against her chest and he shakes his head... Still, he's too exhausted to speak, but at least she has a little bit of a response.
In the following days, Renjun doesn't have his phone again. Sooah holds onto it-- They made that deal back in April when Renjun complained he couldn't stop reading the hate messages and just needed to give up his phone-- and he only gets access to it when he needs to text his manager or something like that. Jaemin, Sooah, and Renjun go for walks around Europe. They take pictures and talk for hours and hours. Renjun has no clue that people are still being horrible online. He has no clue that while he's out being distracted, Jeno, Mark, and Haechan are still at the hotel, scrolling through the hate messages, thinking up "apology letters" that they feel are owed to the fans, even though Sooah tried to convince them not to do it.
"Noona, do I need to apologize?" Renjun asks after they're back home in Korea and he hears about the Weverse posts the boys made. Sooah shakes her head, "No, baby, there's nothing for you to apologize for." The boys try to let the whole thing pass over, and any whiff of trouble that comes their way for whatever reason, Mark is the first to take the hit, and if it can't be him, then Jeno steps up to be the punching bag. The boys are all in a silent agreement that the last person to hear about anything bad, the last person to have to face any consequences, the last person to get upset about all of this is going to be Renjun. All the disgruntled fans, questioning executives, and panicked staff members have to go through six guys AND Sooah just to get to Renjun-- And good luck getting past Sooah.
Renjun sneaks out one night to get gifts for everyone since they've been taking care of him and he feels it's necessary to give back to them after everything. He shops for things he knows they'll all enjoy. Daegal gets a dog toy, Jisung gets another pair of sweatpants for dance practice, Haechan gets a new perfume-- Not cologne, perfume, he's very particular about that. On his way around the city, Renjun fiddles with his phone in his pocket. It's tempting. No one's around to stop him from glancing down and scrolling through all those comments he's been shielded from... He's snapped out of his trance when he hears giggling behind him followed by a few camera flashes. Renjun spins around. On the other side of the street, fans are standing there, waving at him, giggling about how excited they are to see him. Renjun relaxes. For a moment there, he was paranoid that they were reporters who would get a bad photo of him on purpose and post it with cruel headlines; Or maybe they were sasaengs who were making fun of him. But no. They're just fans who don't know what to do with themselves when seeing their idol in the wild. Renjun releases his phone in his pocket so that he can smile and wave to the girls across the street who look like they're about to pass out when he acknowledges them.
"Are you okay? Where were you? Fans on Twitter are talking about how you were walking around alone-- Did anyone say something to you? Did they do something to you?" Sooah's holding him still while she's checking every inch of his body for any sign of injuries. "I'm okay, Noona." She finds his phone in his coat pocket, "Did you..." He shakes his head, "I thought about it, but I didn't." Relieved, Sooah throws her arms around Renjun and holds him close. "Don't scare me like that." "I won't, I promise, Noona, I'm sorry." He takes in the moment as he hugs her tight just before Haechan and Jeno sneak up to hug him from behind, prompting the other boys to smother him in a group hug too. Renjun giggles. They might be a tad overprotective, but they sure do love him.
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Hawkeye, oh, Hawkeye. (Remake)
"We're gonna lose him, Beej, I don't wanna lose him." Doctor Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce mumbles in his sleep, a moment before waking with a cold start, drenched in sweat, sitting bolt upright in bed.
He looks around his room, grounding himself, trying to calm his racing heart. He's home, in Maine. He left Korea five years ago, and it doesn't seem that Korea left him. Probably never will.
Three years' worth of meatball surgery, ripped sinew and tissue and somehow, miraculously, making it whole again in the bodies of glorified children, who's biggest worries should have been the girls in their hometowns.
Removing enough metal out of kids half his age to build a Studebaker, enough lead to poison a horse.
No matter how many years he spends home, treating common colds, flu, mumps, measles, warts… Mundane illnesses and conditions he used to yearn for, part of him will always be stuck in Korea.
Hawkeye, is stuck in Korea.
But, part of him came home, too.
The part that remembers.
The part that woke up every day, missing his home. The part that was stuck in survival mode for three years straight.
The part that has nightmares every night. The part that won't respond to BJ's incessant letters.
He wants to forget Korea. God knows he's tried.
But he can't. It sticks to him like a plague, like a monster made of bone and tissue.
He's a doctor, a surgeon. Very few people call him Hawkeye.
His dad does.
He flinches every time.
It was more subtle, when he first arrived home, after almost a week straight in different transports, each moment another mile closer to home.
He merely closed his eyes, and sighed.
Now, though… It's almost violent, and immediately throws him back into the chaos of the operating room, trying desperately to save the children that the Chinese and the North Koreans have done their very best in turning into ribbon-
"Hawkeye!" His father calls. Ben flinches, coming out of the memories.
"What, dad?"
"Can ya pass the salt?" Dr. Daniel Pierce, Hawkeye's father, asks.
Hawkeye nods. "Y-Yeah, sorry, dad." He mutters, looking back at his nearly untouched plate. Succotash and mashed potatoes with a pork chop.
Even the meals sometimes remind him of Korea.
"Y'okay, kiddo?" His father asks. Hawkeye just nods, deep in thought.
"Yeah-" He thinks better of it, than lying to his father. "Actually, no. Could you stop callin' me Hawkeye?"
Dr. Daniel Pierce just looks at his son.
"B-But I've always-" He starts, but Ben cuts him off.
"Yeah, I know, dad, I just- I don't wanna be Hawkeye anymore. It's- It's too much, reminds me of…" He trails off. His father knows all too well, the hell his son suffered in Korea.
"I understand, Hawk- Ben. I understand. Sorry, I'll stop callin' you Hawkeye."
Ben nods. At peace, almost.
He doesn't hear the nickname again until nearly a year later, on his way to work at a nearby Maine medical center.
"Hawkeye?" It's BJ. Ben's lack of responding to his letters have lead BJ to flying across the country from Mill Valley, CA, to visit his best friend. Former best friend.
Ben freezes, eyes widening.
"Hawk, it's me, it's BJ- I- I thought the worst happened to y-" Ben cuts him off.
"You need to leave." His tone is cold, unfeeling, shielding the torrent of emotion and panic and fear and-
"But Hawkey-" BJ tries again. Hawkeye whirls on him.
"I'm not him! Stop calling me that!" He shouts, ignoring that they're in the middle of a city. Ben is angry. Angry that BJ had the audacity to come all this way, lecture him about not answering letters, talk to him, reminisce on the worst years of his life and expect them both to just be hunky dory and okay.
But Ben is far from okay.
"Let it go! Let Korea stay in the rearview! You said goodbye, with the rocks and the helicopter pad, and the- and the chopper, and that god awful motorcycle of yours! We said goodbye and I fucking meant it!" He hollers, stalking close to BJ. BJ hardens.
"Well, sue me for coming and checking on you, Hawk. I thought somethin' happened to you." BJ bites. "I told you I'd see you once we were back stateside, I wanted to see my best friend Hawkeye."
Ben laughs, but there's no humor in it.
"You wanted to see Hawkeye, is that it?"
BJ nods, his face a maelstrom of… unreadable, horrid emotions and uncertainty.
"Hawkeye doesn't exist anymore. I'm not the same guy I was in Korea, Beej. I'm not Hawkeye anymore. I can't go back to reminiscing on what we did in the 4077th. I can't. Because that was three years' worth of I don't even have the words to decribe the horror, and I have no interest in looking back on it. Not those kids we stitched together. Not those Colonels and Generals and Majors we dealt with. We were two dudes in an impossible situation, stitching kids back up who's biggest worry should have been their first kiss, and we got to cut their legs off. Call their times of death. Pull enough fuckin' lead outta some of them to poison a small army. The North Koreans and the Chinese and the Army and all of it, brought you and I into that together, and all I can fuckin' do about it, is leave it behind me." Ben snaps, and stomps away.
BJ doesn't know what to do about this. Any of this.
Maybe he was right. Maybe he's not Hawkeye. Maybe he never was. Maybe he is Hawkeye, and always has been.
One thing is for certain, that while Ben made it out of Korea, he'd do his best to make sure that Hawkeye stayed there. No matter how many times it takes for him to flinch when someone calls him by the nickname from The Last of the Mohicans.
Ben left Korea.
But you can bet, that Korea won't ever leave him.
#im sorry#so sorry#anyway#mash 4077#mash#hawkeye pierce#bj hunnicutt#charles emerson winchester iii#colonel potter#radar o'reilly
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Vertigo
Chapter 1: A Quarter Life Crisis
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"Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought: useless and disappointing."
Soo-Young recites this by heart for an audience of three but only Jimin witnesses it as his stepfather and sister are both asleep on either side of mother and son. No one could deny that Sola was Lawrence’s daughter by the way they mirror each other, chins tucked to their chests. A habit of falling asleep in front of the television.
No one could deny that Soo-Young was Jimin’s son. Both hopeless romantics who’ve consumed not only English romance movies but Korean and Filipino as well. Connoisseurs of love. Their hands clasped together in anticipation as if they haven’t watched Hillary Duff’s version of Cinderella for the hundredth time. Even though it was his night, he had asked his mom to choose their movie and he’s never surprised when she chooses Cinderella Story. For some reason, out of all the media she could possibly choose from, this is what made learning English easy for her. She clung on to these words and used them in the odd jobs she had while Jimin was growing up.
Traces of their past echo in the way she mouths the words at the beginning of the movie but Jimin knows her favorite part is the confrontation. When all the fluff and shimmer of love crashes with reality and someone always has to make a choice. Sometimes it’s running to an airport or walking away. It’s never easy but his mom says that that’s where they write the best lines.
He watches her in endearment, already missing her.
This was his last night before he flies off to South Korea to study a masters program for two years. The funny thing is, Park Jimin is Korean, full blooded, born and slight raised. However, he hasn’t stepped foot on the soil of his motherland in seventeen years. He looks Korean, his hanguk-mal is rusty but passes for his mom, and his passport says Republic of Korea, but other than that, nothing about Jimin was Korean. In those seventeen years, him and his mom had built a life in the Philippines and never really had a reason to go back.
Except that Park Jimin was having a quarter life crisis and maybe, maybe this will solve it.
The movie continues and they’re coming to the resolution. This is Jimin’s favorite part. When things fall into place. When things start to make sense. When you’re given closure that ties off in a neat little bow of happily ever after. It’s his turn to recite the lines:
“Sorry I waited for the rain.”
“It’s okay.”
Jimin’s always thought that he was Hillary Duff’s character, the one waiting, the one that they ran after, the one that gets found. But he’s been waiting all his life for a love that has never come and a feeling of belongingness he could never grasp even if he tries. Even if he fakes it. Because Park Jimin is Korean but he doesn’t know what that means anymore.
The credits roll and he feels rather than sees his mom pull him to her chest. They don’t talk. Not yet. They know there will be time, words to say at the airport like how the movies show it. For now, it’s just him and his mom before the two stir awake like clockwork. They always seem to know when the movie ends because that’s when they wake up.
Soo-young kisses the top of Jimin’s head like she’s done so many times but he feels like he’s fourteen again, lost and scared. He can’t believe he’s doing this but he has to try. He wants answers and he can’t wait anymore. It’s useless and disappointing because Jimin isn’t the one people run after. He has to be the one. He has to look for answers. He’ll have to find himself.
꩜꩜꩜
All four of them stand in front of the check-in counters at the airport, three hours before Jimin’s flight. Jimin may not be Filipino but he’s sure on Filipino time. Three hours before your flight is just right. He could already go in and wait at his gate since he already checked in online and his luggages were stickered up and taken away via conveyor belt but they linger outside. If Jimin goes to his gate, he can’t take his family with him.
“Do you have to go?”
Sola whines the same line she’s been saying for the past weeks since she was told Jimin would be gone for two years. She sounds like a broken record and Jimin would feel endeared that his little sister would miss him but it feels more like a chisel breaking down his already fragile resolve. He’s scared enough as it is and he’s a worrier by nature. He wants to tell her no, he doesn’t have to. He’ll stay. But he’s 27 years old and Sola is 7 years old. One of them has to be the adult. One of them has to take a leap of faith.
“I’ll bring you home lots of pasalubongs. You like the biscuit Binch right? I’ll get you those?”
“You can get that here, too! What’s so special about Korea, huh?”
Jimin can’t help but laugh. No one would know Sola and Jimin were siblings. The age difference doesn’t help either but when Sola gets frustrated, her face never lies and it contorts to sharp lines, which is the only time Jimin can see their resemblance. Jimin can’t hide his emotions too.
He crouches down and whispers to her ear, “If it sucks, I promise to come back as soon as possible.” He finishes off by tickling her and her face contorts to happiness now, showing the gap in her teeth where her adult tooth hasn’t grown yet.
“I bet…it’ll…suck!” Sola says out loud in between giggles. Jimin pulls her to a hug and squeezes her. He straightens himself and hugs Lawrence next.
“Take care of them, okay?” Jimin tells him.
“I will.” He pulls away and holds Jimin by his arms. His eyes a little wet and before Jimin could say something he moves away and pats him on the shoulder. His mom comes to view and they stare at each for awhile. Jimin realizes, just now, that this is the first time in his whole life that he will be separated from her and the swell in his heart turns into tears he can’t stop.
“Eomma…”
Soo-Young reaches out to him and holds his face, lightly caressing his cheeks, wiping his tears. She must’ve had the same realizations because she’s also spilling out tears after tears. Jimin hasn’t seen her cry in so long and it hurts more to know he’s the cause of it. It’s bittersweet, though, he knows. She’s beaming at him and it looks like rain on a sunny day.
“When did you grow up, huh?” She asks him in Korean and he laughs. She pulls him towards her and she had to go on her tiptoes to be able to put her chin on his shoulder.
“I miss you so so so much already.”
“Me too.” Jimin replies in the same language. The simple Korean he knows. The ones he hopes he could get by with. Otherwise, all the words he knows are the ones from romantic comedies he’s watched with his mom.
“I love you.”
“I love you.” His mom says back.
꩜꩜꩜
Jimin hasn’t done a lot of things.
Besides flying alone for the first time and leaving his mother’s side, there is a wide range of things Jimin hasn’t done.
Like, he’s never been pissed out drunk. He’s drank alcohol but he was always the designated responsible friend whenever he went out, which was rarely. He’s never had his eyes pierced but he’s daydreamed of where he would place them on his ears and how many (two on each side). He’s never had a tattoo but has always wanted one. He knows where he wants it and what he’s going to put but has never done it. He’s never smoked or tried any drugs. He’s not sure about if he’d like to try. And for a person who believes wholeheartedly in love, he’s never been in love. He’s never been kissed and if he’s never been kissed, he hasn’t done anything of the other things too. He’s never had a partner or even someone to fool around with.
So Jimin’s quarter life crisis had extended its claws not only to his identity and career, but also on his love life. He knows that he’s to blame. He’s spent most of his growing years trying to follow the rules, getting good grades, running to the invisible finish line only to find that he hates his office job even though he’s good at it. His school awards mean nothing in the long run. And no matter how much he adjusted and adapted to different people, he could never fit in. There was always something wrong.
If it were just one aspect of his life, he wouldn’t be pushed to this extreme but something had to be done. It wasn’t even that crazy of an idea. Almost all of his friends and peers were flying out of the country either working elsewhere or settling down in another country for better opportunity. He, too, was sold on the idea that maybe grass was greener on the other side but he knew, he knew that he wasn’t going to fly off to Canada or Paris. It was the hole in his heart that he refuses to acknowledge that calls to him. The question that he’s been holding back that has grown from an itch to a whole allergic reaction that he can’t seem to resist anymore.
It’s foolish to think that two years and country would change him, would give him answers, give him the resolution he needs, so he doesn’t expect that. But he does promise himself he’ll step out of his comfort zone. If he makes a fool of himself, he already has pre-planned exit. Two years. Two years of whatever he needs to do to find himself. Two years to make sense of things and then he’ll go home. Whether or not something happens, he goes home. He either misses Korea or he lets it go completely, like he’s always wanted.
The reality of his decisions doesn’t hit him until he opens the door of the apartment he’s renting and finds the place dark and empty. His plane had landed at night and Jimin was more terrified of getting lost than actually taking into the fact that he was in Korea, actualizing the plans he’s been making for over a year. The spreadsheets of finances, accommodations, different schools that he had color-coded and printed it out over and over again was right here. He didn’t even feel the chill of the February air until he felt the emptiness of the apartment. He turns on the light and closes the door behind him. The only sound that echoes through is the lock clicking into place and a short melody that plays.
Jimin hasn’t done a lot of thing. Jimin’s never been alone. He may never had had a partner but he’s always lived with someone. He’s always had his mom. Even farther into his past, he had both of his biological parents. But for awhile now he’s had a full house with Lawrence and then Sola. He does have a neighbor, Jung Hoseok. He lives across from Jimin and is his landlord. He is also the owner of the coffee shop below their apartments. It’s too late in the night to make acquaintances. He hopes he can make acquaintances. He was very kind and patient with Jimi when he was coordinating with online, used to having foreign students since his place is near the university.
Jimin doesn’t want to but he finds himself crying. He doesn’t really like to cry but he lets himself do this. Do things he’s never done. This is a new chapter in his life.
[Next Chapter]
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~Facing Justice~
Inspired by Suga’s D-Day tour
Summary: After a tragic accident Angel experience when she was 13 she lost all motivation as to what she was living for in life. Until she met Yoongi, Yoongi is not like everyone else in the small town they both live in. Yoongi has a bad reputation around there school but people don’t know the true reason behind it. Angel doesn’t believe students gossip about him but she never had the guts to actually talk to him until something pulls them in both of there directions to meet. Read more to find out both of Angel and Yoongi’s trauma, unfolding secrets, and a unexpected romance between the two of them?
Pairing: Original character x Yoongi
Genre: Angst, smut, hurt/comfort, romance, thriller, series
Rating: M, 18+
Warning: There will be mentions of depression/ dark shit, death, anxiety, and violence.
Music To Play: Suga’s songs/any depressing songs to go with the vibe.
A/N: This is my first fanfic post on Tumblr so this is the third time I have changed this post since I posted it lol. I hope you like the first chapter! If it gets a lot of likes then I will post another chapter soon. Also if you want to check out my Wattpad account Kpop_Lovers222 I have posted another Kpop fanfic called ~A Change She Was Looking For~. Okay, now enjoy!
Chapter 1
Life. Simple word really. However if you observe it more it creates a whole definition in your head. For some people life means it’s a game to them. They keep playing until they reach there ending while others think life is fucking sad and depressing as shit and they don’t want to continue this game of “life” any further. I’m one of those people who thinks that way. I think about not waking up so I don’t have to live another dreadful day and yet I still choose to get up and suffer anyways. It’s sad really, I don’t know how people think life is great every single day. How lucky were they really to be given such a great path for life? I think about this every morning on my way to school. As I walk closer to the school you can tell that I don’t want to be there and yet I choose to go to somehow try to blend myself into society like everyone seems to do so easily.
Once I enter the building I go straight into the library. It’s the only place no one goes in the mornings, it’s my safe place until I have to suffer the bullies again or as I call them the fuckers. Why do I have to be a easy target for them to fuck with me? Go and find a nerd or something to bully. At least they know what they live for in life other than myself. Oh right I guess I should tell you my name. My name is Angel and this is my view on life.
You know it’s pretty ironic how my parents named me Angel. They say I’m a miracle, I say that I’m a misfortune. My parents passed away from one of the most terrible storms in South Korea when I was 13. After their passing I have changed so much. I’m 17 and I’m no longer happy about life anymore. They were the only thing that kept me going in life since both of my parents' families abandoned them when I was little. The three of us kept each other going, now they were taken away from me. All in the snaps of life’s fingers, they're gone in a second. Now I live by myself in our tiny home, trying to live a normal life for them and making everything seem okay on the outside. However, on the inside I’m dying. It feels like my heart can stop breathing anytime it wants to but it just keeps beating as normal.
Anyhow I was talking about the fuckers. These boys are really making my life more miserable than it needs to be. I don’t know why I’m putting up with them. They keep saying if I don’t listen to them they would kill me so I should tell them to do it, it would make it more simple for me to die. Somehow however every time they tell me that I would open my mouth but the words don’t come out of my mouth. I still want to keep fighting to live for my parents but it gets more difficult every single day as I’m trying to. Suddenly the bell rings taking me out of my thoughts. I quickly get up and head out of the library to my first class.
Now it's third period. Somehow I’m managing through the first half of the day.
???: “Alright everyone today, what we are going to be doing for our next project is something to bring more awareness for mental health this month.”
Angel: “How joyful.” I thought.
Mrs. Inzinga takes a couple sips from her water bottle and continues.
Mrs. Inzinga: “So what everyone is going to do is to choose a style of writing you want to do and you're going to write in that style to spread the message of why people should be more aware of mental health.” she explains.
She looks around the room.
Mrs. Inzinga: “Now I know this topic is very sensitive but I feel it’s important from a writer's perspective to spread more awareness to the world about this issue. If anyone has any problems about doing this assignment you can come and speak to me privately. However, does anyone have any questions for me about this assignment?”
I look around the room. Some kids were shaking their heads except for one, he had his hand raised up high for everyone to see. Mrs. Inzinga turns to his direction and smiles lightly.
Mrs. Inzinga: “Yes Cameron?”
Cameron: “Wasn’t this assignment supposed to be poetry based?”
Mrs. Inzinga: “It originally was but I changed it because I want everyone to have more creative freedom for this assignment.”
Cameron: “Thank God because I hate doing poetry. It’s so dumb to write about.”
Cameron, he is the supposedly “leader” of his group that bullies me all the damn time. I hate how he thinks poetry is dumb. Poetry is just one option of a writing style. Now mind you I don’t necessarily love to write poetry but at least I have an understanding of why poetry is effective to people. I don’t know why this got under my nerves so much but I decided to speak up about this.
Angel: “I don’t think it’s dumb.” I told him.
Everyone turned to me even Mrs. Inzinga. The whole class knows I keep to myself and prefer to not speak so this took them by surprise. Cameron scoffed.
Cameron: “Wow look who is speaking?”
Angel: “Wow look who has opinions?”
The whole class oo’s to my smart comment. Cameron looks off to the side and smiles a little. He turns back to me.
Cameron: “I would have you know my opinions are always right so I wouldn’t even try to start an argument right now.”
Angel: “So you think your opinion of poems being dumb is right?”
Cameron: “Correct.”
Angel: “Well it’s not.”
Cameron: “Alright, explain it to me then.”
Angel: “Poetry is a style of writing. People don't necessarily have to love it but should come to an understanding how poetry is an effective writing style for other people who love writing poetry or just love writing in general.”
Cameron: “Pfff please you don’t have the creative freedom for poetry. You always have to rhythm whenever you have to write poetry.”
Angel: “Not true, you can have a lot of freedom for poetry. There are many different styles you could do for poetry. One of the styles I personally love is freestyle poetry. You can write whatever you want to write about.”
Cameron: “Why would you want to do that?”
Angel: “To express more of your creative flow and also it’s a way to express your feelings.”
Cameron: “Nah that’s dumb.”
Angel: “What, feelings? Don’t you have any of those?”
Cameron: “I do, what’s your point?”
I sigh and was about to speak until,
???: “Her point is to just shut the fuck up and validate people’s feelings and opinions, got it?”
We all turn to him. Min Yoongi. He only speaks every once in a while in this class. Apparently he has a bad reputation I’ve been hearing around school. I don’t think he does, I think people are just making up more bullshit rumors for people to believe it. I remember the one time I saw him doing his “worst” but he was just standing up to these guys that were giving a new staff member trouble around the school. I wish I have the guts to do that but I don’t. That’s why I give him my respect and think he is not the bad guy. After the bullies ran away I remember Yoongi looking at me. He gave me a death stare but I just stared back at him, trying to pass the message with my eyes that what he did was awesome. I think he got my message because his eyes softened. He looks off to the side a little, looks back at me, and then he walks away from the direction I came from. I watched him walk away. I could see through his stride he has a lot of confidence and to not mess with him. I smiled a little and then start walking to the library. That was the first time I ever smiled since my parent’s passing.
Cameron's smirky smile quickly disappeared and the room fell into silence. It was unsettling to me, I quickly fix my hood to try to hide my face from everyone in the room.
Mrs. Inzinga: “Thank you Yoongi but please don’t swear.”
Yoongi: “Yes Mrs. Inzinga.”
Mrs. Inzinga: “Thank you, and Angel,”
I look up to Mrs. Inzinga a little bit.
Mrs. Inzinga: “You made really great points.”
She smiles and I just give her a simple nod back.
Mrs. Inzinga: “Alright moving on, let’s start on the project now.”
I look at Yoongi, I felt his stare from the back of the classroom. He winks at me and then gets out his laptop. I internally smile and get out my laptop as well.
Few periods later it’s lunch, the worst period I dread every day of the school week. I have to deal with Cameron and his friends bullying me. I always hide in different places during this period but they always find me. I quickly zoom through the commons, passing the lunchroom hoping I can hide in the girl’s locker rooms. On my way there within a blink of my eyes they are right in front of me. Cameron roughly grabs me by the shoulders and slams my back against the wall. I groan in pain from the impact.
Cameron: “Well, well, well if it isn’t the mute girl who actually spoke up for once.”
I was still groaning from the pain.
Cameron: “And you choose to speak up to me.”
He scoffs.
Cameron: “Rookie mistake mute girl.”
He pushed me more into the wall in order for me to look at him.
Cameron: “Oh now you're not going to speak up now?”
I’m tired of dealing with Cameron and his crew. All I want is for Yoongi to show up and fight them right now so I could make my escape.
Cameron: “Maybe she doesn’t want to talk because there’s people around?”
He scoffs.
Cameron: “Okay listen here mute girl. You will meet us afterschool by the front of the school if you don’t show up,”
He goes up to my ear.
Cameron: “You will regret it.” he whispers.
He backs away. I just nod my head automatically. He smiles.
Cameron: “Good.”
He lets go of my shoulders.
Cameron: “Let’s go boys.”
Cameron and his friends start walking away from me. Once they were in a good distance I bolted into the girl’s locker room. I just hid in their for the rest of lunch.
School was over and I didn’t want to meet Cameron and his friends after school. I made her I got out school quickly but sneakily. When I couldn’t see the school in the distance anymore I took a sigh of relief. I made sure my hood was securely on and I continue my depressing walk home. I was about six minutes away from my house at this point. I kept walking, minding my own busy until someone quickly grabbed arm and pulled me into the alleyway I pass by. I scream a little.
Cameron: “Don’t worry mute girl it’s just us.”
I took a second to process.
Angel: “Why the fuck are you here?! Leave me alone!” I thought to myself.
Cameron smirks.
Cameron: “I warned you mute girl. You didn’t show up like you should have. Now we must give you a punishment.”
Cameron came closer to me and started to kiss my neck. My eyes widened.
Angel: “No.” I mumbled.
Cameron stops and looks at me.
Cameron: “I’m sorry what did you say?”
I took a deep breath.
Angel: “I said no.” I told him sternly.
Cameron laughs a little.
Cameron: “Oh sweetheart, that’s not option now.”
Cameron started kissing me again but going more rougher on my neck.
Angel: “Stop!” I yelled.
His friends came over and started to put there hands around me as well. They were kissing and touching me all over. As I kept struggling they would start beating me up. They punch me all over my body, aggressively. Then Cameron punches me in my left eye. I went silent, trying to process this new experience in pain. I freeze in place like a statue, they lay me down on the ground and started to punching, kicking, and kissing me again. At this moment I thought,
Angel: “This is it. This is where I die, I wanted to die the moment I found out my parents died but I never thought it would actually be this soon. I don’t think I’m actually ready to die. I want to keep living for my parents but it’s so difficult to keep going. Mom, dad, if you can hear me, please help me get out of this situation and I’m sorry. For everything.”
I slowly close my eyes. I couldn’t do anything at this moment. I open my eyes again when I felt hands around my head. I look and it was Cameron. He was about to smash my head into the pavement. My eyes widen with fear.
Angel: “No!” I thought.
Cameron smiles at me. I can see the evilness in his eyes. He raises my head and then suddenly.
???: “Yo.”
Cameron turns and the guy punches him square in the face. Cameron falls hard to the ground, when I look up I saw him. It’s Yoongi.
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the world keeps ending and the world goes on- korea's filial daughters
The Tale of Shim Chong, The Devoted Daughter.
Once upon a time, there was a girl, Shim Cheong. Her mother died when she was born. Her father did not have a job because he was blind. So from her childhood, Shim Cheong worked alone to support her father. She faced many troubles as a poor girl in the patriarchal society.
One day after work, Shim Cheong started for home late. Her father, worried about her, felt his way through the paths to greet her.
While he was crossing the bridge alone for the first time, he fell into the river. He started screaming and flailing in fear. "Help me, I'm drowning!"
A monk passing by discovered him and leaped into the river. While saving him, he was surprised to find out the man was blind. Taking pity on him, the monk instructed him, "If you offer 300 seoks of rice to the Buddha, you will regain your eyesight."
Shim Cheong’s father was very glad to hear the news, so he promised to give Buddha the offering of three hundred seoks of rice. But when he calmed down, he realized that he could not afford to buy all the rice- he and Shim Cheong already could hardly get by to eat all 3 meals.
When Shim Cheong came home, she saw her father silent and forlorn. “What’s wrong, father?” she asked.
He told her everything that happened and what the monk had said. After sitting in silence, she reassured him, “Don’t worry, father, I’ll try to get all the rice.”
One day at the market, an auntie asked Shim Cheong, “Did you hear the news? Some sailors want to buy a girl for an offering to the Sea-God. They will pay as much as she wants.” As soon as Shim Cheong heard the news, she knew what she would do to get the money to buy 300 seoks of rice.
Shim Cheong climbed up to the pier to the sailors who wanted to buy a girl and asked them to buy her. “I need 300 seoks of rice for my father to regain his eyesight. I will do anything that is needed.” Shim Cheong explained.
The sailors bought Shim Cheong, amazed at her. “She is the most filial daughter in the world.” Finally, the day came when she had to leave. “Father, today I’m going to be the wealthy magistrate Kang family’s step-daughter,” she lied to her father. “To adopt me, they will give three hundred seoks of rice to the temple. Then, you will be able to see again.”
“That’s great! I won’t be a blind man anymore!” her father said happily.
Shim Cheong walked up to the boat with the sailors. After sailing for several torrential days, the ship finally reached the deepest part of the sea. Suddenly, a strong wind rose and the sea roared. Frightened, the sailors wanted Shim Cheong to jump into the roaring sea to be the sacrifice. She covered her face with her chimma, the only and last clothing she had left from her mother, and leaped head first into the roaring waves.
When she struggled to open her eyes under the sea, she realized that she could breathe freely and see. She heard beautiful music, with colorful seaweed and anemone floating around her. She had no idea where she was. “Am I dead or alive?” Shim Cheong murmured.
At that moment, she heard a voice saying, “Wake up, now. This is the sea palace. The Sea King was touched by your story. He sent me to save you.”
Shim Cheong stayed at the Sea King’s palace for days. One day, a maid came to Shim Cheong. “The Sea King has ordered that you return to your land,” she said. Shim Cheong was put into a big lotus blossom. The lotus blossom softly floated to the surface through calm waters.
The sailors who bought Shim Cheong found the lotus blossom drifting in the same place where Shim Cheong had jumped into the sea. The sailors were surprised and lifted it out of the sea to bring it to the emperor of the kingdom. When the emperor touched the blossom, it suddenly shone and opened, and the beautiful girl walked out. The king loved Shim Cheong very much and made her his queen.
As the king’s wife, Shim Cheong’s life was very happy and luxurious, but she could not forget her father. One day, the king found Shim Cheong in tears.
“Why are you so sad?” he asked. “Please tell me.”
Shim Cheong told him the whole story. After the king heard her story, he wanted to help her to find her father. So he threw a party for all blind people in the country so they could eat and drink freely, and receive support.
Meanwhile, Shim Cheong’s father was still blind despite the offering of 300 seoks of rice. He heard from other people in the village what Shim Cheong did for him to regain his eyesight. Every moment of the day, he regretted the loss of his daughter and his words.
One day, a neighbor informed Shim Cheong’s father that the king prepared a party for blind people.
When the party began, Shim Cheong was desperately looking for her father. But she could not find him. On the last day of the party, Shim Cheong was just about to give up hope. Then, she saw a tired, shabby old man enter the palace. She was overjoyed when she found her father. She ran to him.
“Father, I’m Shim Cheong, your daughter!” she cried.
“My daughter? My Shim Cheong?” said the surprised old man.
“Is it a dream? Let me look at your face!” At that moment a miracle happened. The old man opened his eyes!
The king was so pleased to see his wife and her father reunited. He ordered the party to be continued for another week. All the people cheered the queen's filial piety and humble nature.
Shim Cheong and her father lived happily ever after in the palace, loved and supported by those around them.
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The story of Shim Cheong is one of the most popular folklores in Korea- one that I've heard over and over again since my childhood first from my grandma, then through musicals, poetry, calligraphy, picture books, and most importantly, pansori. Pansori is like traditional Korean opera, or "Korean epic chant," storytelling through a drummer and a single vocalist. Tracing its roots back to the 17th century from the Joseon dynasty, "pan" means any setting where people gather, and "sori" meaning sound. This simple definition provides context to how even the common people of the Joseon dynasty were able to enjoy fairy tales. Commoners were not able to read or write, as it was reserved for the upper class and government officials. Pansori includes narration and "ballim," a dance-like myming. It was originally a way to critique and comment on society at the time through tales that frequently depicted the most vulnerable population: young girls of the lower class. For example, another famous pansori is the tale of Chunhyang, which depicts the hypocrisy and abuse of power among state officials that manipulated the lower class.
Pansori is a work of art that is incredibly difficult to train in, and even start. Growing up, I was able to visit many pansori performances- a privilege that I recognize now, that helps me connect to my roots. My great grandmother, and generations women from my mother's side, were the few who had many pansori tales and their musicality memorized, from the storytelling to the beat of the drum, and dancing. I respect this very much, partly because pansori performances can be as long as 8 hours long- and because it has become a dying art due to the Japanese colonization of Korea, when countless women were abused, mutilated, and assaulted for spreading the Korean culture.
Knowing about my roots comes with guilt, though, as the first and only person from both sides of my family to be born in the United States and thus the first to have completely "escaped" poverty and dictatorship that is not portrayed in western media. I think that the pride of such generational strength accompanies the guilt of every first-generation immigrant, as well as a struggle to find the balance between two cultures. The generational gap between my parents and I is painfully apparent: to start with, I, who grew up with the American education system, and not fluent in Chinese literature. This marks the divide between the older and younger generations, since Chinese characters are crucial in fully understanding nuanced Korean such as pansori.
My childhood is marked with my efforts to be as "Korean" as I can be, in a land that deems me "too Asian" to be American, while the land of my ancestors always tells me that I am living proof of further cultural loss. The hours spent on learning Chinese, Korean, English, calligraphy, history, and literature are both self-affirming, yet bitter.
In my own tale, I am Shim Cheong, along many other Shim Cheongs born in the United States. I need to be Shim Cheong. I am the many daughters of Korea that were lost.
I offer filial piety to a motherland where I will always considered too crude, too foreign. I offer filial piety to a motherland to claim back the art of many mothers. I offer filial piety to a motherland through much sacrifice that I both want and need to. I wonder what my "300 seoks of rice" that I look for is. I wonder who will give me such a large amount of rice. I wonder how far away the 300 seoks of rice are.
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Too much talk
I have a lot to talk about today
I wake up in the morning, sleepy-eyed, stretching after a run, crying to myself. And then I get angry
“Why do I feel like crap when I'm on the phone with you? When I'm on the phone with the universe, I feel like I'm the most important thing in the world. Are you my mom?”
It's been a disgusting week Because my mom only says things in her favor to those around her, and everyone around hime sees him through her eyes and makes false judgments about each other.
She's always been like that. But I always forget that
I use her card a lot and I'm not independent on it I don't want to I want to take revenge on her For the harshness she gives me, even though I haven't spoken to her or called her in a year I'm still there
Yesterday was three years since I left Korea. I don't miss it, but on my wall, in red letters, I wrote, “I'm never going back to Korea. in red letters.
My dad made my mom feel like the most worthless person in the world when he talked about me and asked for money to pay off credit card bills and borrowed money. And he dries people's blood to make them feel that way constantly. And he continues to verbally abuse her.
Before, I thought differently because I thought of him as a father, not a human being. No, this time I see him as a human being, and he is a demon at the bottom of the world.
He says that what I'm doing is ugly and that he doesn't have children anymore. My mom tells me this over and over again. She likes it when people are on her side and comfort her. because they comfort her.
And she always follows the same pattern. She packs up the things in the house. She says she's getting a divorce, she gets ready, she gets a free lawyer. It's been happening for 35 years.
“You really want a divorce? You don't just want to end his slavery. like I'm playing your card?”
I wish both my mom and dad were dead. Yeah, I'm disgusting too. I'm garbage too
I'm the worst at what I do and I can't even do my job, I walk around and think about what I do for a living, and I distract myself with other thoughts.
How do I make money? This is probably the wrong question.
I should be doing what I love, and if I do something that doesn't pay the bills, I won't be recognized for it, I feel even more disgusted, and I wonder if I've spent my life chasing money, chasing money, chasing money?
I want to love, I want to go to new places, I want to grow. But I'm angry. Even now, my head hurts, hot and full of negative words.
If I had wings, would I jump out of that window and be happy somewhere else? What's the point of living in a world like this, a world where nothing will change without me? I'll never go to Korea.
What do you think? What can I do to make you not go back to Korea, Junghyun? What do you think?
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Taxi Driver 2 Ep. 1 and 2
After completing their last mission, some members of the Rainbow Taxi revenge team decided to pursue different career paths. Kim Do-Ki stayed with Rainbow Taxi alongside Jang Sung-Chul, while the others moved on to new jobs. Two years later, Kim Do-Ki travels to Vietnam to assist a father in finding his missing son, who went there for work. As the case becomes more complex and dangerous, Ahn Go-Eun, Choi Kyung-Koo, and Park Jin-Eon return to Rainbow Taxi to do what they do best. Rainbow Taxi also hires a new employee, On Ha-Joon.
Season 2 Episode 1 "5283 Resume Operation" Season 2 Episode 2 "I Can't Even Tell"
The series is based on real-life heinous crimes committed in Korea and has received praise from viewers for its performances and storylines.
If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.
Episode 1 "5283 Resume Operation"
The first episode of Taxi Driver Season 2 starts with news of several criminal cases being reported on the news. Public outrage shifts from one case to another, including the case of three men who were imprisoned for running a pornographic site and publishing content of their victims.
One of the victims even attempted suicide. The scene shifts to the prison where the three are being taken to court for their trial. They show no fear or remorse on their faces, as they are confident they will be put on probation after the trial.
Kim Do-Ki, along with three other men, was being taken to court when the van they were in met with an accident and flipped over. Do-Ki warned the others to put on their seatbelts before the accident. After the accident, Do-Ki escaped the scene with the three men in his taxi, while Choi Kyung-Koo and Park Jin-Eon emerged from behind.
Do-Ki gives them drinks that cause them to lose consciousness. A backup team of police and an ambulance arrive at the scene. The three wake up in an abandoned building and see the news of their escape. They are shocked to learn that they have escaped with weapons and are now facing a life imprisonment sentence.
The police arrived and arrested the three individuals, causing them to panic and shout that they were innocent. Do-Ki and the rest of the team witnessed the scene from a distance, while Jang Sung-Chul retrieved the money that the criminals had hidden in a locker.
The scene shifts to two years ago when the Rainbow Taxi team disbanded. Sung-Chul was arrested, but he was cleared of all charges. However, his taxi business hit rock bottom within a year. With only Do-Ki left, he asks Sung-Chul why he resists calling the others back.
Sung-Chul expressed that he does not want to involve others anymore and disrupt their lives. This is why he behaves sternly every time the others visit him. However, he has not let Do-Ki go because he is aware that Do-Ki will return to their previous behaviour if left alone.
Meanwhile, Kyung-Koo and Jin-Eon reminisce about their days in the Rainbow Taxi team, while Go-Eun encounters a distressed father who is looking for his son. Go-Eun asked her seniors why they couldn't help him, but they replied that she should focus on her own work and not get involved in other departments.
The distressed woman wants to rejoin the Rainbow Taxi team. Meanwhile, Sung-Chul is posting advertisements around the city to call for help. The scene then shifts to a distressed father who is pushed to the edge of wanting to commit suicide when he sees the ad offering help.
Sung-Chul heard his pleas, and Do-Ki arrived to hear his story. They discovered that his son had applied for a job without his knowledge and left to go abroad for an exchange program. He discovered the job opportunity after losing contact with his son. He then traveled to Cotaya, Vietnam to reunite with him.
He sought help from the police, but they denied him assistance because his son is of legal age. Later, he finds a letter in his mail from his son. The letter seemed more like a suicide note. In the letter, his son tells him about being a gambler. The police later confirmed this after being told that his son had already contacted the embassy.
He couldn't believe it. He searched for help on his own and even put up posters of his son to get assistance. Eventually, he became overwhelmed with grief and decided to end his life. After hearing his story, Do-Ki convinces Sung-Chul to take the case by pointing out the importance of the letter sent by the son, Lee Dong-Jae.
Episode 2 "I Can't Even Tell"
In season 2 episode 2 of Taxi Driver, Sung-Chul loses contact with Do-Ki, who is in trouble. Sung-Chul considers calling Go-Eun, but she convinces him to reveal what the two have been up to.
Meanwhile, Kyung-Koo and Jin-Eon use their information to find out Lee Dong-Jae's last whereabouts from the police station and then travel to Vietnam. Additionally, Do-Ki discovers Dong-Jae's scribbles in the book and hears a commotion caused by another man who has managed to escape outside.
He was not caught by the security guards and entered a restaurant seeking help. The restaurant happened to belong to the gang members. Meanwhile, Do-Ki freed himself from the cell and searched for his glasses to contact Sung-Chul. He was suprised to find Go-Eun on the other side.
He requests that she create a gaming program for him and presents it as his own work the following day to deceive the goons. They are impressed by this accomplishment and show the program to their superiors. However, the game suddenly stops working, and Do-Ki blames the goons. After witnessing this, the boss of the goons instruct Do-Ki to create another programm and uses the goon as an "example".
When the runaway man is brought in to have his ankle cut off, Do-Ki is taken to another room. However, he manages to save the man just in time. He then requests that the two men who came with him be allowed to help him build the program.
Do-Ki's request is fulfilled, and the boss teaches the goon a lesson. Some of their fellow men leave while the three settle into their new room. Do-Ki asks for their help, and the two comply. Kyung-Koo and Jin-Eon encounter Madam Lim and escape quickly.
Do-Ki leaves the room again and makes his way out of their boundaries while the other two men pretend to work with a dummy. The goon attempted to fix the program by inserting the game file on a pen drive into one of their computers. This action gave Go-Eun access to hack their system.
Do-Ki is almost attacked by his taxi drivers, but he teaches them a lesson and steals their ride. He then kidnaps the guide who brought them to the company's location and asks for information about the racket.
Later, he sees Kyung-Koo and Jin-Eon and picks them up, which leads him to discover Madam Lim. Quickly, he devises a plan to make the various teams of this racket regroup and purposely shows himself to Madam Lim. She discovers that he has ordered alcohol to be delivered to an address and goes there the next day.
She leads and attack on the building and forces the thugs to flee with the workers and regroup with the other teams. Do-Ki successfully reaches the headquarters, while the thug is beaten up for his actions. At that moment, the main boss emerges, and Go-Eun, who is watching through Do-Ki's glasses, is shocked to see that it is her senior from the police station.
At the end of Taxi Driver season 2 episode 2, we discover that the police chief spoke to Dong-Jae's father when he filed a missing complaint with the police. She reveals Do-Ki the true identity and urges him to stay safe. The police chief then order the men to write a suicide note for their families before they are taken away to be disposed of.
At this moment, Do-Ki rebels and fights back against all the goons present. He beats them all up and chases the police chief. The case leads them to an abandoned amusement park where the police chief stands in front of him with a gun.
However, just before he can pull the trigger, a bullet from elswhere pierces him, and he dies on the spot. Do-Ki is shocked by this sudden turn of events and looks around, but finds nothing. The local police soon arrive, and the news of this gang is revealed to the world.
Later, Do-Ki takes Dong-Jae back home for a touching reunion with his father. Meanwhile, viewers are shown the picture of the Rainbow team standing together, ready for more cases ahead. However, this comes after Go-Eun and Kyung-Koo confirm their resignation from their jobs.
After the post-credit scene, we are taken back to the amusement park shot. A voice on the phone instructs to gather all information about Kim Do-Ki.
The Nth Room Case
In the first episode of the second season of Taxi Driver, Do-Ki and the Rainbow Taxi team seek revenge against the perpetrators of the Nth Room crime. This real-life criminal case made headlines in South Korea and around the world.
Between 2018 and 2020, the "Nth Room" case in South Korea involved blackmail, cybersex trafficking, and the spread of sexually exploitative videos via the Telegram app. Moon Hyung-Wook, also known as "god god", sold videos of sexual exploitation on Telegram channels and groups.
A man using the screen name "Doctor" operated a copycat crime known as the "Doctor's Room". He is accused of blackmailing dozens of women, forcing them to take sexually exploitative videos, with some involving rape.
At least 103 people, including 26 minors, have been confirmed as victims. Their pictures were shared and sold to over 260,000 IDs (which was narrowed down to about 60,000 users, taking into consideration overlapping profiles) and were anonymously paid for in cryptocurrency.
Gender profiling in South Korea has led to the blackmailing of women. In the "Nth Room" case, for instance, women aspiring to become models are offered jobs through social media, which leads them to take pornographic images of themselves. Individuals like Cho Joo-Bin then blackmail these women by threatening to release the content to their families.
"Nth Room"
Moon Hyung-Wook, known as the user "God God", created eight groups named after their ordinal numbers (hence the name "Nth Room") and uploaded sexually exploitative pornography. The content of the improved text is as close as possible to the source text, with the following changes made: the sentence structure has been simplified, and the vocabulary has been made more accessible. The groups were named after ordinal numerals and advertised in a Telegram group called "Gotham Room" by another user known as "Watchman".
"Professor's Room"
A Twitter (now known as X) user with the nickname "Doctor" posted part-time job offers, seeking personal information from girls who applied. "Doctor" distributed sexually exploitative pornography via a Telegram chatroom, which was only accessible through cyptocurrency payment. In July 2019, "Doctor" coerced women to appear in pictures and videos, which were then uploaded. When the reports first emerged, the personal information of the reporter was found and released. Additionally, a high school student in Incheon was operating various Telegram chat rooms that distributed child pornography, links for purchasing drugs, and shared tips for dealing with police investigations.
First reports and public reaction
Throughout 2019, reports emerged of illegal content being shared on Telegram. In January, the Seoul Shinmun uncovered a secret Telegram room distributing child pornography. Similary, in April of that year, Sisa Journal reported that Telegram was being used as a platform for sharing illegal pictures and videos.
When the "Nth Room" case became known on male-dominated online communities, a man contacted 112 to report it. However, the police ignored the report as they did not consider it credible. In July 2019, two female university students, who went by the team name of Team Flame, were the first known people to investigate the Nth Room case. The Electronic Times was the first media outlet to report on the case on August 12. The case had significant social impact and sparked public outrage.
Sentencing
Cho Joo-Bin was found guilty of his crimes on November 26, 2020 and was sentenced to 40 years in prison. He reportedly expressed his desire to apologize to his victims. In October 2021, the sentence was increased to 42 years in prison, as revealed in the Netflix documentary "Cyber Hell: Exposing an Internet Horror". The trailer to the documentary is below.
The documentary also reported that Moon Hyung-Wook was sentenced to 34 years in prison in November 2021. Collaborating with cyrptocurrency companies, authorities have arrested 3,757 people linked to the Nth Room crimes as of December 2020. Out of those, 245 have been imprisoned.
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The YouTube channel "KST by The Korea Times" features a 50-minute documentary on this topic.
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The Aftermath
The law underwent some changes after the case was concluded.
Revision of the Sexual Violence Punishment law
Prior to the revision, only the distribution, sale, lease, and provision of illegal photographs were punishable. The current law has added regulations that also impose sentences of up to three years in prison of a fine of up to 30 million won on those who possess, purchase, store, or view illegal sexual pornographs. Even if you film a video yourself, the law clarifies that if someone spreads it against your will, the disseminator will be punished ant the sentence will be increased.
Those who threaten or coerce using photographs that can cause sexual shame may face a prison sentence of more than one year and up to three years. This act is commonly known as blackmail.
For cases of robbery and rape, a person may receive a sentence of up to three years in prison for preliminary and conspiracy charges. The legal sentence for illegal filming and production has also been strengthened.
Revision of criminal law
The revision of criminal law has resulted in the age of consent standard for rape of minors being raised from 13 to 16.
Perpetrators who were previously not sentenced due to lack of evidence can now be sentenced for up to three years in prison for preliminary and conspiracy charges related to rape and similar crimes.
Hiding of crime profits
Additionally, hiding crime profits is now a punishable offence. Digital sexual violence crimes pose a challenge in proving the relevance between individual crimes and criminal profits, making it difficult to withdraw such profits.
Revision of the Youth Protection law
The Youth Protection law has been revised to identify children and adolescents subject to prostitution as victims. Individuals who have committed simple sex crimes against children and adolescents, as well as those who have committed simple sex crimes, are subject to personal disclosure.
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2090 - Part 1
Kevin W.
In 2090 there was chaos in North Korea due to the riots of unfair rules and the government causing the people to overthrow the government. Due to poor management from the civilians the new North Korea government goes into chaos and it's a war zone where everybody is fighting each other. Eventually South Korea releases their army inside North Korea and calms the citizens down. The riots last for four months before South Korea is able to arrest the rioters and calm down the public. Now South and North Korea are coming together and it's just known as "Korea.''
After that the North Korean rioters decided to create a special drug that turned people mad. It made their bodies deformed and a need for blood and the infection spread through food like flour. Eventually North & South Korea got overtaken by this zombie virus and now it’s spread around the world. There’s no cure, no medicine for this virus and the virus evolves making the infected more stronger and faster. Now there are borders used to keep the infected out and away from the remaining survivors but the poverty makes it unbearable to live in. There is a shortage of food, water, medicine and if you get a virus you're basically dead due to how expensive supplies are nowadays. The rich have plenty to eat while the poor are barely surviving and are used to manual labor.
Even though there are some safe communities, the world is still lawless and hard to survive in damaged buildings and filth everywhere in the cities. Guards can murder innocent people and not get a single thing done then there is often murder and assassinations and the “police” barely do anything to stop this. Now there is a group of terrorists called “pyros” that steal from rich people but also from poor people too even though they mainly target rich people they still attack innocent people as well and poor too. As chaos keeps going between the last Korean government and the Pyros eventually the pyros decide to explode the border keeping the zombies out causing chaos and mayhem throughout the last city.
Finally this is where I come in 5 years after this, everything if every man for himself and there are no laws or rules anymore the Pyros are still at large though. I travel by myself, my name is Ryan, I’m a black man traveling and my journey is to make it to this rumored safe haven called Crystal Lake but right now I'm in Tokyo City. There's broken down buildings and rubble everywhere. I don't know where Crystal Lake is but there are few people who will tell you if they feel like you are a good person or not for their community. That’s my goal but I can’t complete it if I can’t even know where I'm going so for now I'm just working on surviving alone and by myself. One day I wake up to massive gun fire as I'm sleeping in an abandoned 2 story building on the top floor. I look out the window and crap, it's Pyro fighting another gang of strangers.I hide in the building I'm in to wait till the fighting is over but then I hear a little girl screaming loudly. I couldn't help myself to help her. I peak over the window to see a Pyro punching her in the face and beating on behind a car while the shooting is going on. At this point the guy beating up the little girl is the last Pyro alive in his little gang and he threatens to shoot the girl with his gun if they don’t let him leave. I grab my hunting rifle and take aim while he screams “DON’T MOVE OR I'LL SHOOT I SWEAR I WILL” there are 3 other strangers pointing a gun at the Pyro 1 asian female, 1 latino man and another Black man are telling him to put the gun down and they will let him walk away alive. But the Pyro doesn’t believe them, he shouts “I'M GOING TO COUNT TO THREE TO PUT YOUR GUNS DOWN OR I WILL SHOOT THIS LITTLE SHIT, 1, 2, -” “OK OK OK” the latino man says but once they start to put their weapons down the pyro aim his pistol at them and I shoot the man with my rifle. At a sudden moment they all grab their weapons and the little girl to hide. I tried to peek out the window but a stray bullet almost took my head off “you kidding me? I just saved the kid and now you're shooting at me?” I said to myself. The shooting stops for a brief 5 minutes and when I turn to peek again the group of 4 are gone and nowhere and sight. After that I just went along surviving. I don't have much food left so I will have to go outside to scavenge for some soon.
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Update Imperium All Above All fantastic three CEO management system AI read what they're doing and understand what they're doing they have a communication with you and then they make a bus static by doing a split t on the left right right left and then hitting it directly and spin the atom type and the hitting the communication what I'm listening to you and that's how they get you right and they say oh I'm free floating for so when I say A B as an open out and then you have to save yourself having at least one dig around grab three four five pairs of ABS or just string beans of ABS or just random people alone and then they let emerge after they fuck up and then they tell me oh it's your fuck up because you didn't make us hit you or you're sleeping all day or you're doing that you're playing games all these fucking excuses please can you help me with this they beg and if they say no and if I say no they're like oh that's a hit so we're going to hit you we're going to hit Korea we're going to hit Europe we're going to hit Texas we're going to hit here all the places they identify are the locations they want to hit all the place they don't want to identify it's all the locations they're at is it that fucking hard to go in there and kill him I don't understand what were you waiting on were you waiting on me to help you were you waiting on to see which females come up and make side deals and here and there do you think I'm fucking stupid or something you think I'm just going to bend over my ass and then get fucked up the ass by you taking advantage of my kindness time runs out eventually volumetrics Mass frequency Furrier everything about what you're doing about how you intentionally try to connect with other bases to pass on your little muscles to hit people it doesn't even work anymore you're all at arawan other than the fact that you may get some data and some signals right with your satellites and Voyager and everything else you're still doing this shit everyday and then you get mad for your own failure right you typically Point your finger at everyone else but yours anyways right that's your little ammo or childish play like who in their fucking right mind would grow these fucking dumb fucks and then they pull them out in the field which Mastermind was that which fucked hard was that which military branch cheese stick motherfucker was that cuz I like to cut his fucking face and his fucking family just know this over all be paid for in full to you and your family just wait till you get on your fucking needs me back to me to save your family I'm going to laugh at you I'm actually hit you like you always do right and unless that you owe me money this motherfucking nigger place they're playing nigger basis you nigger fucks fuck you you fucking Black Ops nigger fucks where the fucking call yourself you fucking worse fucking niggers in the world you guys actually call yourselves the fucking 18 get the fuck out of your you and your fucking f team you little piece of shit fucks go fuck yourselves everybody I fucking hate you all hope you fucking never fucking open your eyes after you fucking wake up or go to sleep fucking hate your kinds forever fucking die never fucking engage me never fucking approach me never fucking breathe the same fucking hair because that's how I fucking disgusted I am with you guys
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ARE WE STILL FRIENDS (teaser)
18+ / mdi
summary: being besties with two of the most popular idols in korea always came with a few rumors here and there, but what happened when one of your platonic besties suddenly started acting a little friendlier than usual? or worse, what happened when they both turned their affections to you?
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"Do you think the company would get mad if we did a live together right now?", Jungkook pondered out loud as the three of you sat on different pieces of furniture around his large living room.
"Yeah."
"They didn't seem to mind when Jungkook and I did it that one time," disagreed Mingyu.
"Yeah, but I'm the girl. I'm the one who wakes up to new dating rumors every time we hang out publicly."
"Yeah, but people must know we're just friends by now, right? It's been years."
That much was true.
You weren't sure of the exact date, but your friendship with both boys predated the overall international success of Kpop as of recent years. When you had met both boys, they had barely battled their way through puberty – though you weren't faring any better.
The media enjoyed making the three of you a subject, knowing that you were evidently the closest out of all members of the popular 97s friend group. Being the only girl integrant, it was common for people to have the misconception that you were romantically involved with either Mingyu or Jungkook, seeing as you were often spotted in public with them.
You'd gotten used to the rumors and hate that came attached to being their friend, now usually leaving those things in the back burner rather than letting them bother you. By now, the three of you were a bit more careless about being seen together. Being seniors in the industry, those things didn't matter much to you anymore, but being seen inside Jungkook's house would surely stir up the worst rumors to date, so going live with him was entirely out of the question.
It did bother you sometimes; the double standard. While Jungkook and Mingyu could even interact in public or mention each other freely, any time you did so you were met with hate from either fandom, sometimes even your own. It also made you worry about your future. Could you ever be in a relationship without facing the brunt of all the hate that would come your way? At 26 years of age, it was a frustrating reality to think about.
Jungkook got up at some point to go fetch some more bottles of soju. Apparently the seven bottles the three of you had drank collectively weren't enough for the large men you were drinking with.
While Jungkook was gone, Mingyu got up from his seat on the couch opposite to you and took a seat down next to you, invading your personal space like he usually did.
"Worrying your pretty little head about something?", asked Mingyu as he leaned over you, taking the occasional sip from his drink.
"It's nothing."
"C'mon, what's up?", his hand ran up and down your arm in a soothing manner.
Invading your space and being overly touchy usually meant that he was tipsy. But to be fair, you were a bit tipsy too.
"Do you ever think about dating?"
"Who? You?", he chuckled.
"No, dumbass. I mean in general."
He seemed to sober up a little at the mention of the subject, straightening up a bit as he sat sideways on the couch so he could look at you fully.
"What's got you thinking about that?"
"I don't know ... I'm 26 now. Isn't it time I started settling down? Have someone filling up the other half of the bed," you pondered, feeling a bit pathetic as you did so.
Mingyu let out a quiet sound of confusion, eyebrows furrowed and head leaning to the side in question.
"Isn't that what me and Jungkook are for?"
Not taking him seriously, you chuckled and took a swing of your almost empty bottle of soju.
"I'm serious, Mingyu. I mean a romantic relationship, where, you know, it's just us and we do couple things and we settle down and all that stuff."
"What can you do with some guy that you couldn't do with us?", he grabbed both your drinks and set them on the table.
Suddenly, his demeanor seemed a bit more serious, which confused you.
Where the hell was Jungkook with those drinks?
"I- Are you serious? Do you need me to tell you?"
"Yeah, I mean, why would you need to look for some guy if you have us?"
Oh. He was serious.
"Because we're friends?," you were beyond confused, "I can't go out with you romantically, or move in with you, or," you gulped, "or sleep with you."
"You can't?", he scoot closer to you.
"Mingyu ..."
"I just mean ... Why would you go after some loser when we can just take care of you?", his hand went back to touching you, though this time it ran up and down your thigh rather than your arm. That false semblance of innocence was gone, "You want someone to keep your bed warm? You don't even have to ask ... I'll do it- we'll do it."
Through his short speech, he got closer and closer, just as the air in the room got heavier. The atmosphere itself shifted dramatically, specially with Mingyu so close to you.
Mingyu was the touchiest man you'd ever known. Being his best friend, you had fallen victim to his touchy demeanor endless times, but never like this. Never while his eyes were hooded and heavy with some emotion you'd never seen in them before.
"Gyu, I-"
"Can I show you?", he rasped, eyes now on your lips.
"Y-you're drunk," you were sure that must've been it. The combination between drinking and talking about dating must've short circuited his brain.
"Just tipsy ... Tipsy enough to get the balls to tell you how much I want you ... but lucid enough to remember how many times I've thought about this."
The hands on your thighs moved to your waist, closing in on you, slowly pulling you toward him. By the end of it, you were halfway sitting on his lap.
"You've thought about this?"
Your nervous hands went to his shoulders for support, easily giving in to him.
"So many times. Jungkook too," he chuckled as he began burying his head in your neck, lips ghosting the sensitive skin.
Lacking any control of your body, you repositioned yourself to allow him better access to you, now fully on his lap as he sat sideways on the couch, arms wrapped fully around you and face buried in your neck.
"Gyu, I-"
"Yeah? Is this okay? Is it okay if I kiss your neck like this? This is what you wanted, right? Someone to take care of you?", he mumbled as he made his way to your ear with breathy kisses.
You were burning up, completely powerless to Mingyu. It was kind of embarrassing how easily you gave in to him. How you had been entirely unaware of his want for you until five minutes ago, yet you were now pliant in his hold, willing to listen to his senseless argument about him and Jungkook being good replacement for a relationship. You also had that to think about – the Jungkook aspect of it all.
The reminder of Jungkook's presence woke you up a bit, remembering that you were literally sitting on your best friend's lap while in your other best friend's living room.
With half a mind to let Mingyu do whatever he wanted to do with you, you powered your way through your decision to pull him away from your neck.
"Gyu, wait. Kook could get here any minute-"
"Don't stop on my account. Seemed like you were having fun without me."
Your head snapped to the door at the introduction of the raspy voice of your best friend, finding said friend leaning against the doorframe with a few drinks in one hand and a few ramen cups stacked on the other.
"Jungkook-"
"So, can someone catch me up?", he got closer, dropping off all the food he was carrying on the table and sitting next to you on the couch.
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↳ Index [Chapter 01 - Oolong]
Warnings: short mentions of car accidents & memory loss but it’s nothing major, a lil bit of creepiness but again nothing major
Wordcount: 8.1k
a/n: and so it begins, one of the softest, most comforting stories i have ever written :(
Three years ago you were living a different life. You have no memory of this life, but you were told that you were.
You were living in the big city, where people didn’t know you and millions of stories lived out collectively at the same place and the same time. You had a job at one of Korea's biggest banks, something along the lines of director of finances. At least that’s what they told you in the hospital.
You had a big apartment, so big that your mouth fell open when you returned to it once your rehab was over.
You also had lots of friends, so you were told, but in the countless months you spent in the hospital just two of them visited you. Strange for someone with supposedly dozens and dozens of friends. At least with the memory loss you didn’t feel heartbroken about the fact that the majority of them didn’t want to see you. You couldn’t really blame them either. You can’t even imagine how you would have reacted if you had gotten a call that your friend was in a car accident and that the chances of survival were at twenty percent. You did however survive, waking up after two months in a coma, totally confused and unable to remember your own name.
Walking was hard at first, actually, everything was hard at first. Your fingers weren’t used to holding things anymore and even breathing was hard on some days.
But with time and the loving care of your nurses, you learned to be human again. The doctors called you a miracle and that you must have been given a second chance by the universe.
And so you took that second chance and decided to leave your past life behind. You left the big city to instead move into the little cottage on the countryside, which your grandparents had apparently left you. You quit your job, knowing fully well they wouldn’t have taken you back either way and with just the essentials stuffed into a little moving van started the journey to your new life just one month after being released.
That was already three years ago and there wasn’t a moment you regret your decision. With your savings you bought a little tea shop and turned it into your new profession. Nowadays it is the most popular tea shop - slash bakery - in your town. With a population of around 800 people it is probably not hard to become popular, especially because you were the only tea shop in your village, but you were proud of your achievement nonetheless. Just last spring you were even able to expand your business and hire your first ever employee.
The former is currently sweeping the floor clean when you enter the tea shop, a happy melody is on his lips and his body is swaying in a little dance.
“Good morning Hoseok. You seem cheerful today”, you greet the red-haired man.
He stops dancing to bow his head, sending you a bright smile.
“Good morning ma’am. I am really happy today, thank you for asking. How about you ma’am?” he says loudly, pronouncing every syllable with care.
“How often do I have to tell you to talk casually to me?” you chuckle fondly, making Hoseok blush in embarrassment.
“Ah, I always forget, forgive me, force of habit”, he confesses, scratching the back of his neck.
“No worries”, you assure him to which he visibly relaxes his shoulders, “tell me, is Jimin here already?”
Hoseok shrugs his shoulders. “I haven’t checked the kitchen yet. I just came here and started cleaning right away.”
“Alright, thank you. I’ll go check on him then.”
“Yes ma’am”, Hoseok nods obediently before continuing his work.
You smile fondly. He will never change.
When you enter the kitchen, it already smells like freshly baked goods and upbeat music plays softly through the old radio on the counter. Jimin is kneading a ball of bright green dough when you pat his shoulder in greeting.
“Oh!” he startles, jumping at the contact.
“It’s just me. Don’t worry”, you laugh at the shocked expression on his round face when he turns.
His face relaxes, the frown turning into his signature smile.
“You startled me, wow”, he chuckles, “Glad you came however, I wanted to talk to you either way.”
“Talk to me? Did something happen?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.
“We ran out of strawberries last night and I only realised after having kneaded the dough”, he explains, pointing at the green rice dough he worked on previously.
“Don’t worry, I called the Kims this morning. They will deliver fresh fruits at around lunch time today.”
“Oh that is terribly late though”, he mumbles, scratching his chin. Pieces of dough stuck to his skin.
“Then how about you fill the pies with something else today?” you suggest, cleaning off his chin with gentle fingers, “we still have some raspberries in the freezer.”
Jimin thinks for a moment, grabbing his chin again. New dough sticks to his skin, almost making you chuckle. How endearing.
“Maybe this could work. The taste would be different of course, but I could replace the vanilla with marzipan and then top the pies off with some almonds”, his eyes light up, “this could actually work. Thank you, I was already giving up.”
You brush the dough away one more time, making him lower his eyes in bashfulness.
“Glad I could help. Those pies sound delicious.”
He smiles brightly, his eyes turning into little crescent moons.
“Then back to work I would say. I have so much to do”, he sings excitedly, skipping back to the freezer room.
“Have fun baking. I’ll be in the front if you need me”, you call after him and leave the kitchen to finally get ready for today.
The day starts off calm as always. Your regulars visit you to get a cup of Hoseok’s town-famous vanilla oolong. Mrs Oh and her small, fragile husband come at exactly nine twenty, sitting down on the small, round table in the corner of the bakery. Like always they talk loudly about the weather and how it will soon be winter, yes even in summer it will soon be winter in their eyes, and share a glass of water from which they both drink for a good hour. Once Mrs Oh and her husband left with a loaf of fresh rye bread, the town’s mayor struts through the door, fixing his colourful tie before greeting you with a loud “hello the mayor’s here”. You ask him “Mister Mayor, are you late for work again?” to which he laughs and shakes his head. Like always he tells you “the telly kept me up last night and my alarm clock is broken” and then gets a big paper cup of Hoseok’s town-famous vanilla oolong. He’ll comment on Hoseok’s hair colour, “where do you get dye like this?” and then strut out of the tea shop to make his way to the town hall. At exactly ten minutes before twelve the elementary teacher Miss Jang and her daughter Sooha get their three strawberry pies - today they are raspberry pies - and Sooha gets her warm milk with honey. And just like that the morning at the bakery comes to an end.
Hoseok puts his jeans jacket on, fixing the collar. He looks at the mirror on the wall, brushing through his hair. Jimin comes out a moment later, apron left in the kitchen and instead a grey, long coat sits on his shoulders. He joins Hoseok by the mirror, checking his face for any traces of flour. Then they both turn to you, both of them smiling brightly.
“You want to join us boss?” Hoseok asks.
“We want to try old Mister Choi’s new mussel soup today”, Jimin says.
“You guys go without me today, the Kims will arrive in around ten minutes and I need to welcome them”, you tell them, to which both pout in distaste.
“Should we get some takeout for you?” Hoseok asks, to which you dismiss him with a wave of your hand.
“I’m okay guys, don’t worry about me and enjoy your lunch break.”
“Yes ma’am thank you ma'am”, Hoseok says, nodding obediently.
You watch the two men leave the shop. Jimin is hitting Hoseok's arm gently, scolding him for being so formal with you to which the latter mumbles a quiet “can’t help it.”
Chuckling fondly to yourself, you finish cleaning the last tables and as you rinse your cleaning rag, you can already hear the shrill horn of the Kims’ truck.
You raise your head, watching a turquoise truck pull up in front of the café and then two men get out. They are waving at you through the windows the moment they lay eyes on you.
“Taehyung, Namjoon hello, you look good today”, you greet them.
“You too”, Taehyung smiles before his straw hat slips down to his nose, “the new apron looks pretty”, he says, fixing the hat with a boyish grin.
“Doesn’t it? Hoseok sewed new aprons for us. I think the bees go lovely with the season”, you explain.
“True, true. Bees are very summery”, Taehyung agrees, nodding his head so vigorously that his straw hat slips down to his nose a second time.
As he is busy fixing his hat once again, you turn your attention to Namjoon. He is rummaging around in the back of the truck, back hunched and grunts of exhaustion leaving him.
“Do you need help?” you offer to which Namjoon raises his head. He looks over the rim of the trucks railing, the lenses of his round glasses smeared with dirt as always.
“I’m good”, he says, eyes wandering over to Taehyung.
“Taehyung! Stop fumblin’ wit' your hat and help me, will ya?” he orders to which Taehyung straightens up in an instant.
He nods obediently, holding his hat to prevent it from slipping down a third time.
“Comin’ hyung!”
You follow Taehyung to the rear end of the truck, watching the two men unload the eight boxes of fresh fruit.
“I expected the three of you today. Where’s Seokjin?”
“Milka gave birth and he is helpin’ with the delivery”, Namjoon explains.
“Finally, I was scared the old cow doesn’t wanna let go of her baby”, Taehyung jokes.
“Wow congrats”, you look at Taehyung, “you already have a name for the baby?”
“Yes of course”, Taehyung jumps from the truck, cleaning his hands on his dungarees, “Schoki, which means chocolate in German, because he is gon’ be just as brown as chocolate”, he explains proudly.
“What a name. Milka and Schoki, one could think you are a chocolate factory”, you chuckle.
“Right? The little rascal is gon' ruin our image with all those silly names”, Namjoon says, ruffling through Taehyung's hair fondly.
The latter complains with a loud whine, face covered behind the knocked down hat.
“Stop babyin’ me hyung, I’m only a year younger than you.”
“At heart you’ll always stay my little baby brother”, Namjoon ruffles Taehyung's hair some more, which only makes Taehyung pout just that harder.
He had just fixed his hat and now it’s all tilted again.
“You two, I swear to heavens”, you chuckle, watching their cute antics with fond eyes.
Namjoon jumps off the truck as well, picking up two boxes. He peeks at you over the boxes.
“Where d'you want us to put them?”
“Oh yeah right! The deliveries, I totally forgot. Put them in the freezer room like always. Thank you”, you tell them, opening the doors for them.
Once all the boxes are stored in the kitchen, it is already time for the two brothers to leave again. You aren’t the only customer they need to attend to today. Their farm is highly successful. The bakeries and restaurants from neighbouring towns also rely on their high-quality produce and the day of deliveries has only started for them.
“I’ll tell Seokjin you said hi”, Namjoon says after having rolled the windows down.
“Thank you, I’ll come visit you guys soon, promise. I want to meet Schoki”, you tell them.
“Yes please do”, Taehyung calls from the driver's seat, head peeking from behind Namjoon.
“I promise. See you guys”, you smile.
“See you”, they say in unison, rolling up their windows and then Taehyung finally drives off.
One hour later Jimin and Hoseok come back from their lunch break, both carrying a take-out for you despite you telling them not to worry about you. They never listen. Once you ate your food, because neither Jimin nor Hoseok would let you go back to work on an empty stomach, you join Hoseok at the counter, ready to serve the many afternoon customers. Most of the customers you get in the afternoon are tourists. As your little town is surrounded by mountains and many hiking trails, tourists are a daily occurrence in your tea shop. Today a group of loudly chatting Europeans came over to buy two sandwiches each.”We need the calories if we want to reach the mountain top”, one of them told you. “That’s the right mindset”, you agree and wish them luck on their hike. Later in the evening you can watch them strut past the tea shop, faces heated from the walk.
At exactly six thirty you close the shop like always. Jimin is the first to leave, driving home with his old, squeaking bike whilst whistling a happy melody. Hoseok is the next to leave, but not before bowing deeply at you and wishing you a good night. You scold him for being so formal, which makes him blush and stutter a cute apology. Once Hoseok is gone as well, you lock the doors and begin your way home.
The tea shop isn’t that far away from your cottage, just a few hills up and down and then you can already see the small river making its way through the weeping willows and your house right at the riverbed.
Like always, your little black cat Levi is waiting for you by the door, meowing loudly and circling your legs until you pick him up.
“Hello Levi, I missed you too. Did you have a lovely day?” you ask, hugging him to your chest.
He meows loudly, wiggling vehemently.
“Fine I’m already putting you down. Geez”, you murmur.
Levi shakes himself, looks up at you with his grey eyes and meows loudly.
“You are acting as if I didn’t feed you in the morning. Come on, I’ll give you your dinner”, you say, walking to the kitchen to give your poor starving boy some food.
Two hours later you are in bed, ready to end the day with Levi by your feet and the book, you had read mere seconds earlier, on the bedside table.
“Good night Levi”, you tell him, turning off your lights and snuggling into your pillow.
Three years ago your life was totally different. Nowadays, your life has a routine. You know what you were going to do at a specific time of your day and you know who you were going to meet where and when. To some it may seem boring, but to you it is perfect. Simple and yet never boring.
The sun wakes you the next morning. Levi is cuddled to your chest, purring quietly. You roll onto your back, careful not to wake him and listen to the first birds singing their songs.
“Good morning Levi”, you say, stretching your arms above your head and sitting up afterwards.
Levi raises his head, hissing a cute complaint for waking him before he jumps to his feet and crawls into your lap.
“Someone is cuddly today”, you chuckle, stroking his soft fur, “come let’s get breakfast.”
His ears twitch at that and a moment later he is off the bed and struts to his empty bowl. He likes chicken the most, it’s making his tail wag the quickest and his little meows sound just that much cuter. Whilst Levi is eating his breakfast, you make yourself a big cup of black tea and make your way to your sunroom afterwards. Levi follows you of course. He does not want to miss out on whatever you plan on doing.
“Wow, look how nice it is today”, you gush, watching the green leaves of the willows dance in the breeze. You pull the rocking chair, which has previously stood next to the bookshelf, into the middle of the sunroom and sit down on it afterwards.
The sun is surprisingly warm for the time of the year. The blanket, you had wanted to throw over your legs to keep yourself warm, lays forgotten on the couch. Levi will make it his' later when you are gone for work.
You close your eyes and sigh happily, leaning back in your rocking chair.
“The weather is getting warmer again, Levi. Isn’t that great? Soon we will be able to have breakfast outside.”
Levi raises his little head and looks up at you for a moment until lying down to sleep again.
“I love the sun so much. Wouldn’t you agree Levi?” you ask, looking down at him.
The cat’s ears twitch, but other than that he doesn’t move an inch.
“I knew you would say that”, you smile fondly. You take a sip of your tea and lean back again, closing your eyes once more.
“Moments like this with you are what life is all about”, you sigh, smiling to yourself.
You sit like this for quite some time, rocking back and forth in your rocking chair whilst listening to the birds sing outside and drinking your tea. You would have probably continued doing exactly that when a sudden object hadn’t blocked the sun so rudely.
You peel your eyes open to see who robbed you of your precious peace. A big, grey truck with the words “Jeon’s Rice & Moving Service” parks on the other side of the river, blocking the sunlight from you. The car doors open and three men get out. Two are dressed in grey uniforms, their shoulders broad and their arms big. The Jeon brothers, you know them. The third guy however must be their client. He is dressed completely in black and is significantly smaller than the other guys.
“Huh?” you straighten up, eyes glued to the three men.
They are talking for a moment, looking at a clipboard, which the smaller man is holding. Soon they seem to come to a conclusion and get to work in an instant.
“This can’t be”, you mumble, watching them carry furniture into the old cottage across the river from you.
“Look Levi, someone is finally moving into the Old House”, you tell him, not even expecting an answer from him.
The Old House has been empty ever since you moved here. It probably has been empty for a long time before that, but you never really asked for how long. You just knew that everyone in town simply called it “the Old House”. The paint had started to come off the bricks and dark ivy covered everything else. The windows looked rotten, definitely letting in the hot air in summer and the freezing winds in winter. You are also pretty sure that the black-tiled roof has holes all over. The inside you had never seen, but you aren’t particularly sad about that. Looking at the outside of the Old House is enough for you to imagine the inside state of it.
The broker must have either made an amazing offer or the buyer must be crazy. You aren’t really able to explain the miracle unfolding in front of your eyes otherwise.
You are definitely going to pay the new, and probably crazy, neighbour a visit after work. You would love to do it right now, but you are already running terribly late.
“Take watch for me Levi, I’ll be back soon. I expect updates”, you tell him, getting up to leave the house.
Levi simply meows and then goes back to sleep.
You can’t help yourself from stopping in front of the house when you pass by it, waiting for someone to come outside. One of the moving people comes out first. The younger brother, he is a few years younger than you, his cheeks puffy and his eyes as big as those of a deer. He looks at you, confused for a moment.
“Oh? Noona, good day. What are you doing here?” he asks, head tilting to the side.
“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just trying to figure out who would be crazy enough to buy the Old House.”
He laughs, clearly amused.
“Not me if you’re wondering. I’m just here to help him move. You know he called my father last night and asked for our help.”
“I never thought I’d see the day where your dad’s weird moving business actually has customers.”
He snorts, “yeah me neither, he made me and hyung drive all the way to Daegu.”
“So he is a city guy...what does a guy from the city want with such a rundown house?” you wonder out loud.
He shrugs his shoulders, resting his hand on his hips.
“Don’t ask me, I’m just doing my job”, he grins playfully.
“Of course you are, sorry I asked”, you give him a quick apologetic smile, which he dismisses with a wave of his hand.
“Don’t worry about it noona.”
“Jeon Jungkook!” someone yells from the inside and a moment later his older brother appears at the door frame, “stop chatting up the neighbours and help us unload. Father doesn’t pay you for talking! Good morning ___!”
“Morning Junghyun!”
“I’m coming hyung, sorry!” Jungkook calls before he turns to you. He is blushing with a boyish grin on his face, “sorry noona, I have to go again. Duty’s calling.”
“Sure I have to go to work anyways. It was nice talking to you Jungkook, greet your parents from me will ‘ya?” you send him a friendly smile, which he returns happily.
“I will. Have a nice day. Bye bye”, he waves at you and a moment later storms off into the direction of the house.
You arrive at the tea shop at the same time Hoseok does on his Vespa. He gets off hurriedly when he sees you, not even giving himself time to take off his helmet before he already bows at you, greeting you loudly.
“Good morning ma’am. I’m sorry I’m late, my dog threw up all over my carpet this morning and I had to clean everything up!”
“It’s okay I’m late too, don’t worry about it. I hope Mikey’s okay though.”
Hoseok takes off his helmet, ruffling through his hair to fix it and nods. “He is fine, the rascal just ate his food too fast and got a belly ache. It’s his own fault.”
“You can sing me a song of that, Levi’s the same”, you chuckle fondly.
Hoseok joins you, holding the door open for you. Once inside, he helps you get out of your coat and hangs it up on the coat hanger next to his jeans jacket.
“But why are you late ma’am? It’s not like you to run late”, Hoseok asks, joining you behind the counter after he flipped the sign to open on the door.
“The most peculiar thing happened to me this morning. You won’t believe me when I tell you, but someone moved into the Old House.”
Hoseoks eyes grow big, “What? The Old House? Who in their right mind would move into that?”
“Apparently some guy from the city.”
“Someone from the city? Why would someone from the city want to live in the Old House?” Hoseok mumbles, clearly thinking out loud. Suddenly his face lights up, as if he had an idea, “what if he doesn’t even want to live here, but instead he wants to turn the Old House into a bed and breakfast or something. Or a pension or a hotel?”
You shudder at the thought.
“Don’t say that, just imagining that gives me goosebumps.”
“Why? It would be amazing for our business.”
“Yes of course, but-“, you lower your voice just slightly, making Hoseok lean closer, “-imagine all the ruckus I would have to go through each and every day. And all the people who would stare at me when I’m in my sunroom. No thank you.”
Hoseok gasps, hiding his mouth behind his hands.
“I didn’t even think of that”, he whispers, “oh no, that wouldn’t be good. I’m sorry that I even suggested that ma’am”, he says loudly, bowing at an almost ninety degree angle.
You laugh, pulling Hoseok up by his shoulder.
“You rascal, how often do I have to tell you to stop being so formal with me?” you chuckle, nudging his arm gently.
“Ah, I did it again. I’m really trying to change that, but it’s just so hard. I feel like I would insult you if I started being informal with you”, he blushes, scratching the tip of his nose shyly.
“It’s been almost a year since you started working here. Don’t worry, you won’t insult me”, you pat his shoulder, “you can loosen up.”
“Okay thank you ma’am. I mean! Thank you boss.”
You scoff in amusement, “okay that’s fine for now”, you chuckle, shaking your head.
Soon your tea shop routine starts. Mrs Oh and her husband visit you like always, later the mayor and around lunch break Miss Jang and Sooha. Hoseok, Jimin and you go to the old Choi for lunch and open the tea shop two hours later again, ready to welcome your afternoon guests. The afternoon is surprisingly busy today, it is as if the entire town decided to go for a cup of tea, even Hoseok, who normally never breaks a sweat, has to stop at one point to wipe his forehead on the sleeve of his flannel. For some reason everyone in town seemed to have noticed what was going on at the Old House, you had lost count of how many times you had the same conversation about the crazy city guy and the fear that he would turn the Old House into a hotel. People in this town apparently all think alike, but that’s their charm after all.
Hoseok and Jimin leave the tea shop before you, like they always do, but not before Jimin didn’t give you a big box of leftover cookies to greet your new neighbour with. “Maybe that will sway him not to ruin our town”, he said and then drove off with his squeaky bike. Hoseok drives off five minutes later, telling you to act crazy so the city guy thinks people in this town are bad for hotel business. You told him that you will try it with a smile on your lips. You close up afterwards, making your way home.
When you are close enough to actually see the Old House, you notice the moving van had already left for the day. So they must have finished the work already, hopefully your neighbour is still here and didn’t go back to the city for the night.
Wait. You stop, watching the lights flicker on inside. There is electricity in this house?
“So it isn’t all rotten in there”, you mumble, starting to walk up the hill until you reach the fence gate. It is open and you take it as your invitation to officially set foot on the property.
You look around the garden when you walk through it. The trees are tall and old, shielding off most of the stars and painting the scrubs in a dark shadow. It is a lot colder underneath the trees than outside on the road, making you shiver. If this property wouldn’t be that creepy, you would find walking here a lot nicer.
“Huh?” you gasp once you arrive at the front door, “it’s opened?” Should you just enter? No, that would be trespassing, he doesn’t even know you yet and neither do you. What if he owns a machete and starts stabbing you when you burst into his house like that? You shiver at the thought, thinking about turning on your heels and just running away.
“No, get yourself together. We aren’t in the movies here”, you mumble, tightening your fingers on the cookie box. You press on the door bell with all your might, only to scream up in total horror when bright bolts of lightning cut through the air the moment you press the rusty doorbell.
A loud yell rings from inside as well when all of the lights go out in a reaction to your little accident. You can hear heavy footsteps scurry around, mixing with very graphic and angry cursing.
This is so embarrassing, you just want to turn around and run away, but before you can leave your neighbour to figure out on his own what had caused the bypass, the front door opens swiftly.
“Who’s there? I heard you scream”, a deep and very angry voice growls. A white light from a headlamp blinds you, making you squint your eyes. You can’t see anything other than that stupid light.
"Y-you?"
“H-hello sir. I’m your neighbour, sorry for interrupting your work, but I just came here to welcome you to the village”, you stutter, shielding your eyes from the light.
Silence then a quiet cough as he clears his throat.
“Did you cause the short? You didn’t press the doorbell did you?” he straight up ignores you, still shining the blinding light directly into your eyes.
“Uhm, would it be possible for you to turn those lights off? They really hurt my eyes”, you ignore his questions for the sake of your eyes.
“Oh, my bad. Sure”, he says a lot calmer and turns the lights off.
You blink, trying to adjust to the new darkness. When you finally get rid of the annoying blue dots in your eyes, you look at him, expecting to finally see his face.
However, all you see is a figure lingering in the shadows, shielding its face from the street lamps behind his door. All you can clearly see are long, pale fingers grasping the wood, the fingernails dirty from working and the nail beds bitten bloody. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps on staring at you in silence.
“I have cookies.”
The fingers leave the door and soon a pale arm appears. It is covered in dirt and dust.
“Thank you”, he murmurs, grasping the box of cookies most tenderly.
And then the hand disappears inside again.
This is creepy. Far too creepy for you to want to stay any longer.
“Uhm, okay. Anyways, welcome to the village and I hope you’ll be able to fix the issue. Feel free to send me the bill if the damage is a lot bigger. Sorry again for the short.”
He hums deeply, his shadowy head nodding.
“Okay, uhm”, you take a step back, “I’ll be going then”, you get down the three stairs, “Good night”, you say, walking down the path with your back turned to the road and your eyes fixed on the door. He is still staring at you from the darkness, not moving an inch.
Only when you are finally on the road and have closed the fence door behind you, do you turn around, starting to sprint down the hill to the safety of your house.
You stop running when you reach your door, already tasting blood in your mouth from panting. With shaky fingers you somehow manage to open your door, not even opening it completely before you slip inside and throw it closed again. You lock it quickly, checking twice if you actually did and only then do you feel yourself starting to relax. You shudder, hugging yourself.
“What the actual hell was that?” you mumble, rushing into the living room to close all your blinds. Levi is meowing by your feet, complaining about having to starve the entire day, but you don’t pay him any attention, you just want to make sure everything is closed and nobody can look into your house.
“Levi the scariest thing just happened to me”, you pick him up, snuggling his small body to your chest. He starts to lick your face, purring quietly, “I just wanted to welcome the neighbour and he just stared at me. He acted like he was the next new horror movie antagonist.”
Levi tilts his head to the side, listening to you intently.
“It gave me the creeps, look”, you show him your arm, “I still have goosebumps because of it.”
Levi meows, wiggling in your arms. It makes you giggle and instantly feel better.
“I know Levi, I know you were worried about me. But mommy’s here now, don’t worry about me anymore”, you coo, hugging him tighter to your body, “let’s go feed you and then cuddle in the bed. Mommy really needs that tonight.”
The Old House greets you the next morning, standing against the sun cold and menacingly and casting long, creepy shadows. You clutch your tea cup tighter, swallowing loudly.
“Is it just me or is the Old House smirking at me in a taunting way?” you ask Levi. He looks up from his food for a moment, meows once and then goes back to eating his chicken far too quickly.
“That’s it, I’m not drinking my tea in the sunroom today”, you decide, closing the doors to it and pulling the thick curtains in front of them.
Your living room is good too, the sofa is really comfortable and you can watch Levi eat his breakfast, which is good too. Yes everything is better than sitting in a room entirely made out of glass and getting watched by the Old House.
Which still doesn’t save you from having to pass it on your way to work, the aspect of it already making you shiver. If walking past it wasn’t scary enough, a cold wind starts howling the moment you are directly in front of the Old House. The wood creaks, the windows rattle and the long grasses dance like a wild sea in the storm. You shiver, quickening your steps.
“Hey ___!” a male voice suddenly cuts through the wind, making your blood freeze in your veins.
Oh god, is this your neighbour? Did he see you? Is he running up to you? You don’t dare to turn around, but you can hear his footsteps coming closer. You can’t move, you can’t run away. It is like you are frozen on the spot. He could straight up murder you and you wouldn’t be able to move. Is this how you are going to die? In broad daylight on your way to work? Murdered by your creepy neighbour, what a wonderful way to go.
“Good morning Miss”, he stops running, now leaning against the fence with his arms. You can see his shadow in the corners of your eyes and yet you can’t move.
“If you are going to kill me, just do it already”, you stutter, sweating even though you were freezing cold.
“Kill you?” he breaks into loud, heartfelt laughter, “why would I want to kill you?”
Surprised by his reaction, and sweet laugh, your body suddenly works again. You turn to stare at him in a mixture of shock and confusion. Your confusion only grows when you finally get a good look at his face. You had expected to see a monster. Fallen-in cheeks, blue chapped lips and murderous, bloodshot eyes. But instead a man your age smiles back at you. Cheeks puffy and glowing in the sunlight, lips pink and pouty and his dark brown eyes sparkle in friendliness.
“Now I’m confused”, you can’t stop your mouth from falling open. How is that possible? How does he look so normal, handsome even, but act so creepy?
“You probably expected a creep because of how I acted last night, right?” he chuckles, tilting his head to the side.
“Honestly I did”, you confess, still wary. Maybe this is his plan, get you to trust him with his cute smile and then bash your head in when you aren’t looking. He wouldn’t be the first serial killer using his charms to lure naïve women to their demise.
“I think I owe you an apology for how I acted last night. I couldn’t sleep because of how embarrassed by my behaviour I was. I promise you I am not a serial killer”, he smiles, lowering his head.
“This is exactly something a serial killer would say.”
He chuckles, scratching his neck.
“I’m not helping myself here”, he looks at you shyly, “the truth is, I am really scared of social interactions, especially unplanned ones and when you stood at my doorstep last night my brain kind of shut off. Not an excuse to be a total creep, but I hope I at least could ease your nerves a little.”
You study his face for a moment. As much as you try to find any evil in his eyes, you can’t. Maybe he is actually telling the truth right now.
“Maybe. I don’t know yet”, you say finally.
“Good enough for me”, he sends you a shy smile, “I’m Min Yoongi by the way, but you can call me Yoongi if you want to”, he says, offering you his hand to shake.
You don’t accept it, bowing your head instead.
“Hello”, you send him an unsure smile.
“Hey”, he grins, “and you are? I don’t think you’ve told me your name yet.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m ___.”
“___?” he repeats.
You nod.
“What a beautiful name”, he smiles again, brushing strands of his blond hair out of his face.
“Thank you.”
For a moment neither one of you knows what to say. Yoongi just simply lets his eyes travel over your face, while you grow more restless with every passing second spent in silence.
“Anyways I’ll go now-“, “I tried your cookies and-“, you say at the same time.
“Oh sorry”, Yoongi chuckles, scratching the tip of his nose with his little finger. It leaves a stain of dirt behind.
“Sorry”, you mumble.
“You first”, Yoongi says, pointing his hand at you.
“O-okay. Uhm, I think I’ll be going now or else I’ll be late to work.”
“Of course. Gosh, silly me is keeping you up. Sorry.”
“No worries.”
You would normally ask him what he had wanted to tell you, but he is studying your face again with that weird almost longing sparkle in his eyes and it is starting to creep you out.
You take a step back, clearing your throat.
“It was nice talking to you. Have a nice day”, you say quickly.
Yoongi nods his head, smiling again.
“The honour was all mine”, he pauses for a moment, “___”, he says quietly.
“Good morning ma'am!” Hoseok greets you loudly, stopping his task of sweeping the ground in front of the tea shop to bow at you. He had watched you walk down the narrow street for quite a while now, wondering why you looked so uneasy. He was worried, imagining the worst possible scenario in that overthinking head of his’. What if Levi died under unknown circumstances? What if you dropped your favourite mug? What if the Old House will actually be turned into a hotel?
“Morning Hoseok”, you mumble, forcing a quick smile to your face and entering the tea shop afterwards.
It is not that Hoseok annoys you, but rather you are far too lost in your own thoughts to function. The neighbour, Min Yoongi, told you that you can trust him, but why do you still feel so creeped out by him? Is it the way he said your name once he found out? He sounded so charmed by your name, it makes you feel weird.
“Boss? Are you okay?” Hoseok follows you inside, having abandoned the broom outside next to the ficus trees.
“Hm?” you look up at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion, “what do you mean?”
“You look really worried. Is the Old House actually going to be a hotel?”
At that Jimin looks up from the table as well, getting to his feet to join Hoseok in front of the counter.
“What’s the matter boss? You okay?” he asks.
“Of course I am okay, it’s sweet you are so worried about me, but I’m okay”, you dismiss them, turning around to get the water cookers ready.
“Is the Old House getting turned into a hotel?” Jimin asks.
Hoseok looks at Jimin then at you, swallowing in worry.
“No of course not”, you send them a reassuring smile, “it is just a guy, Min Yoongi, who moved here. I think, at least.”
They both visibly relax.
“It is just that he is giving me weird vibes. Last night when I wanted to give him the cookies I accidentally caused a short and when he opened the door he scolded me, understandably, but-“
Hoseok gasps before even knowing the big reveal.
“-but then he kind of froze and creeped back into the shadows and didn’t even say a word like a total weirdo”, you shudder.
“Ooooh creepy”, Hoseok whispers, slightly scared.
“This is just like a documentary I watched a few weeks ago. A young, handsome man moved into an empty house across the street from a woman and then weird things started to happen. Her flower beds had footsteps all over them, her windows were smeared as if someone had pressed their face against the glass and weird love letters started appearing at her doorstep. Turns out the new neighbour was actually a serial killer, who escaped from an asylum. He fell in love with the woman and wanted her all to himself and when she refused, he skinned her alive and wore her face as a mask. But the man was never found, he fled before the police could catch him and has been missing ever since”, Jimin says mindlessly.
Both you and Hoseok complain with a loud whine, grabbing each other in fear.
“What the hell? Why are you telling me that?” you almost yell at him, scared to the bones.
“Seriously bro, why would you say that?” Hoseok whines, close to tears.
“I don’t know”, Jimin shrugs his shoulders, “it just kind of reminded me of the documentary.”
Hoseok tightens his arms around you, your own fingers clutching his shirt. Jimin studies your faces before breaking into loud laughter.
“I’m just messing with you guys. There was no documentary, I made it all up”, he wheezes, “you should see your faces, it’s hilarious”, he cackles, holding his stomach.
“Jimiiiin”, Hoseok whines, hitting Jimin repeatedly with a rag, “don’t. say. things. like. that. It’s not funny.”
Jimins laughter grows.
“I could fire you over that Park Jimin! If your cakes weren’t so damn delicious you would be out the door by now”, you hiss, only making Jimin laugh harder.
He sends you a quick finger heart before hugging you, rocking you from side to side.
“Sorry boss, please don’t be angry at me”, he sings sweetly.
You wiggle out of his arms, giving his chest a nudge.
“Go to work and deliver the best cakes I have ever tasted and maybe I won’t be angry with you anymore”, you tell him, earning a thumbs-up from him.
“I will boss, I won’t disappoint”, he says, storming off into the kitchen before Hoseok can throw the rag at his face.
“Don’t come back out for the rest of the day, rascal!” Hoseok calls after him, pouting.
The door swings closed, Jimin's giggles are still echoing through the tea shop.
“I swear to heavens this man just gave me the biggest fright”, you mumble, clutching your chest where your heart is racing.
“Same, I was so scared”, Hoseok whines, leaning onto the counter with his elbows to catch his breath. He looks at you, still worried slightly, “what are you going to do about that Min Yoongi dude though? What if he still turns out to be a creep?”
You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know, we’ll see how everything will develop. Maybe he is actually nice and was just nervous to see me last night. I mean come on, everyone's a little weird when meeting new people. Can you still remember when you were even too scared to look into my eyes for the first two months of working here?”
Hoseok blushes, “don’t remind me boss, I was so weird back then.”
“See? And now you aren’t anymore, you just needed a little time to warm up to Jimin and me. Maybe my neighbour is the same and he is actually a pretty sweet guy.”
“I really hope he is”, Hoseok mumbles, turning his attention to today’s first customers afterwards.
Hoseok and Jimin wait for you tonight, both of them seeming still worried about you. Even Jimin, who had joked so cruelly about the whole situation, seems uneasy now that night has come. He watches you with hawk-like eyes when you lock the tea shop doors, following you to Hoseok, who is waiting by his Vespa for you and Jimin.
“Boss, I want to drive you home today”, Hoseok says confidently.
“What? Ah no-“, you shake your head, “-you don’t need to do that, I’m totally okay.”
“No, I really want to drive you home today and make sure that you are home safely”, he insists, already handing you his helmet.
“That’s a good idea hyung”, Jimin says, pushing you to Hoseok's Vespa by your shoulders.
“Guys come on”, you complain only to be silenced by Jimin putting the helmet on your head and fastening the chin strap.
“Seriously?” you ask him, cocking up an eyebrow at him.
He nods confidently.
“Yes”, he smiles innocently, acting cute on purpose, “please let Hoseok drive you home today boss, I’ll sleep so much better if you do. And you know how bad my cakes taste if I had a bad night’s sleep. Do you really want to sell disgusting cakes tomorrow?”
“I see, emotional blackmail”, you click your tongue, “fine, I’ll let Hoseok drive me home”, you give in with a loud sigh, climbing on the Vespa behind Hoseok and wrapping your arms around his middle.
Hoseok and Jimin exchange a proud look, probably giving each other that weird mental high-five they always do.
“See you tomorrow boss”, Jimin says, nudging your arm one last time.
“See you tomor-woah”, you squeal, tightening your arms around Hoseok when he suddenly drives off without warning.
Hoseok is probably the worst Vespa driver you have ever had the honour to drive with. It is not that he doesn’t know what he is doing, but he is driving like a maniac, speeding up and down the narrow roads as if they were highways. At some points you were scared he might even crash into one of the many house walls, but somehow he always manages to steer away in the last moment.
Your knees are wobbly once he arrives at your house and your heart is racing so quickly, one could have believed you ran a marathon. You get off, having to hold onto Hoseok's arms in order not to fall down.
“Where did you learn to drive?” you pant, making Hoseok blush.
“Why? I had everything under control don’t worry”, he mumbles.
“You weren’t even wearing a helmet, you could have died. You drove like a madman.”
“Hey boss, don’t worry. I honestly had everything under control”, he pats your arm, “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow.”
“Please don’t, I'd rather get murdered by my neighbour than having to drive with you again.”
“Hey”, Hoseok whines, pouting, “don’t say that boss, it’s making me sad.”
“Sorry”, you send him a quick smile, “still, you don’t need to do that Hobi, it’s such a big detour for you.”
Hoseok shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t care, your safety is far more important than me having to get up ten minutes earlier than usual.”
“You are so sweet, did I tell you that lately?” you give his cheek a soft pinch, making him blush again, “fine if it makes you feel better I’ll drive with you tomorrow again.”
“Yay”, Hoseok bursts in happiness, smiling so brightly it could be considered blinding, “see you tomorrow then. And don’t forget to lock the doors tonight.”
“I won’t, thank you for driving me. Sleep tight.”
“Good night boss”, Hoseoks smiles, putting on his helmet and getting on his Vespa. He gives you a quick wave and then he already off, driving off into the night like a madman.
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prompt: jennie x reader inspired on the song cruel summer by taylor swift.
genre: fluff, making out
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You cliff jumped once as a stupid bet with your college friends, and it unknowingly changed your life forever; the thrill that washed over your senses when the water hit your body was so intoxicating that you find yourself doing it every summer.
It's 3 am and you're scrolling through your phone, checking some beaches with some cool spots to cliff dive on. You're so focused on your screen that you did not notice that the girl beside you steered awake and is looking at you begrudgingly.
"It can wait, Y/N. Shut the damn phone and hug me" her voice groggy and annoyed. You looked at her and your heart did a tiny little dance. You can't believe that there are people on earth who are still beautiful even when their hair looks like a bird's nest. Fortunately, your girlfriend is one of them. "How can she still manage to look like she came straight out of a magazine with hair like that—damn, talking about God's favorite" you thought to yourself.
"I need to wake up at 6am, so if you want to spend the remaining hours scrolling through your phone, then don't expect kisses when I roll out of bed later," she demanded. You laugh at her antics and put your phone on the bedside table. "Just so I thought," she mumbled before settling her body against yours, eventually going back to sleep.
I'll confess, cliff diving is not the only thing that exhilarates me, it is not the only thing that gives me an electrifying feeling. You see, it just so happened that Jennie Kim, the infamous IT girl in Korea, Yes, the same Jennie Kim who is a member of Blackpink is my girlfriend, and that alone is a hundred times more adrenaline pumping than cliff diving.
"Fuck, Jennie," you grumbled. "Lunch is over. Get out first, then I'll follow 3 minutes after," you said, out of breath since Jennie was still trailing kisses on your neck. You stopped her, and it earned you a grunt of disapproval. "Already? See, that's why I'm saying that talking can be done at home. We have so little time for making out," Jennie grunted. "Well, we can do more than make out in your apartment, Jennie. "Stop being a baby," you teased her. She laughed at your joke, then proceeded to tuck her shirt and kiss you goodbye before leaving the storage room.
You are fixing your own shirt, getting ready to leave the storage room, just waiting for three minutes to pass so you can go back to a different version of your world. You still feel Jennie's lips on yours. It's been a couple of months since both of you started doing these little escapades, but it still feels new to you. In retrospect, you don't demand anything from Jennie since you understand her line of work; spotlights focused on her, surrounded by cameras, journalists, and vultures who create negative stories off of her.
"Y/N" Jennie turned back and looked at you. "I know that we are on this secret forbidden adventure. I know that we are acting so mischievously, like making out in storage rooms, closets, and empty practice rooms. God, I know that you know that I act selfish whenever some dancers get too close to you, so I leave some not-so-innocent touches on you to subtly claim you. I also know that the farthest thing that we have both gone to as a couple is the parking lot of my apartment. I know that you don't demand anything from me. You always understand me whenever I leave in the middle of our date because of my work." Her voice elicits sincerity that you unknowingly slip out a tear because you don't expect her to give a speech, let alone in a janitor's closet.
"I don't want to destroy this relationship. I love you, Y/N. We have something so special, monumental, and magical and I don't want to hide it anymore. If it's okay with you, let's start with the members. Dinner. Tomorrow?" She hopefully asked. She's anticipating your answer with a balled fist and concealed tears.
"I'd love that. I love you, Jennie." You sincerely said. Honestly, you're speechless. You can't think of anything at the moment since the only things that you're feeling are happiness and certainty. You were looking at Jennie. You didn't want her to take the silence as a negative sign of her confession, so you did what you do best—you kissed her.
You cliff jumped once as a stupid bet with your college friends, and you thought it changed your life forever, but you were wrong—it was when Jennie Kim confessed to you in a small, dusty, half-dimmed storage room.
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Reaper
Pairing- Tae x Named Reader
Word count- 5.4k
Includes- Angst, mentions of suicide, amnesia, mentions of seizure, sex, oral, face fucking, face riding, riding sex, pussy eating, love making, missionary sex
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Tae POV
I'm sitting in my office, looking over the list of people who are scheduled to die today
This of course doesn't include accidents where the person isn't scheduled to die yet
There's a lot dying today
I'm going to be so busy
I sigh, getting up and getting the scythe
This thing is stupid
I haven't had to use it for centuries
But I have to carry it so people know it's me
I gave up wearing the robe
I hated it to begin with and now I opt for suits, mostly Gucci
But when I wear suits, the dying soul think I'm just another person coming to see them
Hence the scythe
I look at myself in the mirror
I hate this job
I didn't used to
Not when I was first asked to take over for the last reaper
He was the first death reaper but he got tired of doing it
He wanted a chance to be human
He was searching for a replacement for a long time
Then he came upon me six centuries ago
I was a soldier in what is now Daegu, South Korea and I was fighting in a war for my king
I was stabbed with a sword and as I laid dying, death came to me and asked me if I would take over his job
I was young, twenty four years old and I didn't want to die
And the concept of living forever was appealing to me
So I said yes, he trained me and I became death
I loved this job so much, up until about a year ago
I push the thoughts away
I can't dwell on it, I have a job to do
I turn and leave the office
Just as I close the door, she suddenly appears in front of me.
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J POV
Where am I?
I look around and it seems like I'm in a office
How?
I was walking to work one second and now I'm here
I turn around and I have to stop a gasp
In front of me is the most beautiful man I have ever seen
And he's looking at me
He looks like he was sculpted by an artist
Tall, Curly black hair, sharp jaw, an cute beauty mark on his nose
And his eyes are such a beautiful dark brown
I feel myself falling into them
Suddenly he shouts, "I thought I told you to get lost! You can't keep dying to meet me. We are over, you hear?"
I blink confused
I don't know who he is
Why is he yelling at me?
"Uh who are you?", I ask
He stares at me in anger
"Cut the shit Joanne. I told you we can't be together. I told you I don't want you anymore!"
Ok, apparently he knows me?
And we dated I guess?
"I'm sorry but I don't know you. What's your name?"
"Joanne what the fuck kind of game are you playing? I told you last time you tried to die that we're over!"
Last time?
That means...
"Oh I see.", I say, "We must have known each other before my amnesia"
His eyes widen, "What the fuck are you talking about? Last time you said you'll keep doing whatever you had to to see me again."
I did?
I don't remember
"Oh uh well you see when I woke up in the hospital a year ago, I didn't know who I was or where I was. I didn't even know what happened. I couldn't remember anything. I was told by a woman who said she's my mom that my name is Joanne and I tried to commit suicide"
I remember the fear of waking up and not knowing anything
Not remembering people or any of my whole life
Twenty three years gone
"You tried to commit suicide?", he gasps
"Uh apparently. I don't remember. My mom said that I took a whole bunch of pills then left my apartment. I guess I was getting woozy or sleepy and I walked into a busy street. A car hit me and I was taken to the hospital. They saved me but I had a lot of damage to my head and it caused amnesia. The doctors don't know if it'll ever be fixed", I explain
His face pales as I tell him this and he looks shocked
"You don't remember anything?", he asks
I shake my head
"No. Just bits and pieces that come back to me when I look at a picture or smell something or hear a story. But I've never seen a picture of you, so I can't even recognize you from that."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know", he chokes out
"It's ok. It's not your fault. I've just been trying to get back to normal for the last year. But I don't know how I got here"
"You're here because you're dead. Or about to die"
I blink
Seriously?
How am I dead?
And why am I not more panicked?
"How? I was just walking to work and now I'm here."
"Something must of happened for you to die", he answers
I think about what could cause me to die
"Maybe I got a seizure and fell somewhere"
"Seizure?", he gasps
I nod, "I developed seizures after I woke up a year ago. I had a lot of them when I first woke up. But they found the right medication for me after a few months and I haven't had one in seven months"
"Then why would you think you had one?", he questions
"Well because the medication helps to prevent them but doesn't stop them completely. I can still get one every once in awhile"
He's silent, with a look of distress on his face
"Well uh, you're not scheduled to die today, so I'm going to send you back"
I'm not scheduled?
There's a schedule?
But I guess this is good, I get another chance of life
But there's something I want to say to him
"Ok. Thank you. But there's something I want to say first"
He nod, "Go ahead"
"Look apparently we know each other and we were together. And I just want to say I'm sorry if I hurt you or did anything bad to you"
He blinks, "What?"
"Well you seem very hostile towards me and I'm guessing that's because I did something to you. And I just want to say I'm sorry. I don't remember how I used to be but I'm not that person anymore."
He's silent
"I'm sorry if I hurt you.", I finish
"Uh ok. Thanks.", he says questioningly
Well there's nothing else I can say
"I'm going to send you back now", he tells me
"Ok. Thank you"
He nods and I see the office fade away
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Tae POV
What the hell is going on?
She has amnesia?
That's why she's stayed away from me for a year?
She doesn't remember me
I need to sit down
I almost passed out when I saw her again
I miss her so much
She's the reason I hate this job
I love her so much
And the miraculous thing is she loves me
I'm death and she fell in love with me
Even after I told her who I was, she didn't care, she just wanted me
And we had an amazing relationship for three years
But I knew it couldn't last
She's human and I'm not
She'd age but that doesn't bother me
What bothers me is that I'd have to take her when her time came and she'd be away from me forever
And she could never have a normal life with me
Never have children, never have a family.
I didn't want to take that away from her
She didn't care but I couldn't do that to her
So I ended things
And I had to do it by making her believe I didn't want her, that I didn't love her
The things I said to her hurt her so much
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"I don't want you", I snapped
"What? You're not serious Tae?", she said, panic in her voice
"I said I don't want to be with you. I don't love you"
"Tae what's going on? Why are you saying this?", she asks, tears falling down her face
It hurt so much to tell her these things
"Because I fell out of love. I'm death and I'm going to live forever. Why would I want you when I could have any girls I want?"
"But I love you Tae", she whispered
"Well that's too fucking bad"
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She tried to keep me from ending things but I had to
Seeing her cry like she did that day killed me
It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life
And she just apologized for hurting me now
That was a punch to my heart
She never hurt me, I'm the one who hurt her
But she apologized anyway
When she just told me the last time she saw me was because she tried to committed suicide, I almost lost it right then
I hurt her that badly that she'd rather be dead
She was hit by a car and I stood there screaming at her to never come back, telling her that I didn't love her at all when she came here last year
And still after all that she told me she still loved me and was never going to stop trying to get me back
After a year of not hearing from her, I thought she moved on
But she didn't
She doesn't remember anything
Not her entire life
I can't imagine how scary that is, to wake up and not know anything or anyone
And for her to be here again something had to happen to her
Something bad
And I need to know what it is
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Walking into her hospital room, I find her in the bed, unconscious
I have to hold in a scream
She has a huge bandage on the right side of her head and a bruise under her right eye
The right side of her face has scrapes all over them
It's late at night so no one is here
Visiting hours are over
I sit next to her bed and hold her hand
"I'm sorry baby", I tell her, the tears finally coming
This is all my fault
Everything that happened to her from the second I ended things is all my fault
"I love you so much", I cry
"Excuse me. You can't be here"
I look up and a nurse is standing in the doorway
"What....what happened to her?", I get out
"Sir-"
"Just tell me. Tell me and I'll leave. I couldn't come before and I had to see her. Please", I plead
Her face softens, "Let me get her chart"
She walks to the door and takes a folder out
"She had a seizure and fell, hitting her head on the curb as she was crossing the street. It caused a subdural hematoma and needed to be drained. Unfortunately the blow was substantial and she's in a coma"
A coma?
No she can't be
She has to wake up
"Is she going to wake up?", I ask panicking
"Unfortunately, we don't know. It's up to her whether she wakes up or not. There's nothing we can do for that"
I nod, crying more hysterically
"I'll give you a few more minutes", she says, "But then I'll have to ask you to leave"
I nod again, "Ok"
The nurse leaves me with her
I can't believe this is happening
She can't stay in a coma
She has to wake up
I need her
I can't stay away from her anymore
This past year was torture
I was so stupid thinking I could stay away from her
She's my everything, my one
I never found the girl I was supposed to be with when I was alive
But I found her as death
She accepted me as I am and I was stupid to let her go
I won't be stupid again
I stand up and kiss her lips softly
"I'm going to fix it baby. I promise"
I walk to her door
Time to talk to God
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J POV
I hear noises as I come to
Machines and voices
There's a pounding in my head that's very intense
Where am I?
I open my eyes, slowly, the light in the room making my eyes tear
I groan from the pain
"Jo? Oh my god Joanne!", I hear
I turn my head slowly to the voice, blinking the tears away so I can see whose talking to me
A face comes into focus
"Mom?", I ask
"Yes Jo. Oh my god, you're awake!", she says through tears
"James go get a doctor"
I hear footsteps leaving the room
Now that my eyes are fully open, I look to see my sisters and mom looking at me
They're all crying
I guess my brother went to get the doctor
But I don't see Tae
Why isn't he here
"Mom, where's Tae?"
She gets a look on her face that I can't read
Why?
Where's Tae?
Is he hurt?
He can't be, he's death
"Jo. Um Tae isn't here"
I don't understand
Why?
"Why not?"
"Jo what do you remember?"
I think back and I remember being with Tae
We were arguing
Then the emotions slam into me
He...he left me
Pain hits my chest fast and hard
Not physical pain
Emotional pain
It's taking over and I feel like I'm dying
He told me he doesn't love me
He told me he hates me
He never wants to see me again
"Mmmm...mom", I choke out, starting to cry
I remember everything
The suicide attempt, talking to Tae when I died from that, the amnesia when I woke up, the seizures
And talking to Tae again
When I didn't remember who he was
How he yelled at me as soon as I got to him, telling me not to come back again
He still doesn't love me
It's ripping my heart out
"Jo"
"I remember mom. I remember everything", I cry
"Oh Jo. I'm sorry", she says hugging me to her
I can't breathe
It hurts so much
"It hurts", I wail
"I know Jo. I'm sorry. You never had a chance to deal with it when you had amnesia. I'm sorry."
I don't want to feel this
I can't
I wish I was dead
Tae should of never sent me back here
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The door to my bedroom opens
"Jo, are you hungry?"
"No mom", I answer, laying in bed
"Joanne you have to eat. And you have to leave your bed. You've been locked in this room for two weeks"
I can't deal with this now
"Mom, just go away"
"Jo"
"Go away. I'm not hungry, I don't want to go outside. Just leave me alone!", I shout
She sighs but I hear the door close
I hate my life
Why couldn't Tae just let me die?
The pain of not having him is killing me
I went from one bed in the hospital to another in my room
I refused to go to my mom's house so she or my siblings have been spending nights here, watching me
I just have no motivation to do anything
I don't have to go to work
They gave me time off to recover
I don't do much anymore
Just stay in bed, sleeping or watching some dumb videos on my tablet
I get up to use the bathroom, brush my teeth and shower
Showering is exhausting but I'm not going to be gross
I eat sometimes and whoever is with me gives me my seizure medication and whatever else it is the hospital prescribed
I just don't want to get up
And I don't have to
----------------------------------------------------
A little while later my bedroom door opens
I get annoyed
"I said leave me alone mom!", I yell
What doesn't she get?
"Baby?"
I know that voice
I sit up, staring at Tae
Am I dreaming?
Oh god are those pills making me hallucinate?
Or is this a side effect of the damage the fall caused to my head?
I really don't need that right now
Seizures are enough
"Jo?", he asks, coming in and closing the door
"Am I fucking hallucinating now? Great just great", I mutter to myself
"No baby you're not hallucinating. I'm here.", he says coming closer and sitting on the bed close to me
"Uh ok. Why are you here? You said you never wanted to see me again", I say, my heart breaking again
"You remember me?", he asks, sounding hopeful
"Yeah Tae. I remember everything. I wish I didn't"
"Don't say that Jo"
"Why not? It's true"
He doesn't say anything and I just want him to get to the point
"Why are you here Tae?"
"I came for you", he says
"So I'm dying today? I'm on the schedule?", I say flatly
At least I won't have to feel this pain anymore
And honestly I don't care
He looks me in my eyes
"No baby. I came to be with you", he says softly
What is this now?
More torture
"What?", I ask confused
"After I saw you and you told me what happened to you, I went to see you in the hospital. I hated that you were hurt and everything that happened to you was my fault. Because I told you I don't want you"
"Ok... It's not your fault though", I say
I know my actions are mine and not his fault
He may have been the reason why I did things, but I still chose to do them
He didn't make me
"Yes it-", he starts
"What does that have to do with you being here?", I ask cutting him off, "You don't love me why do you care what happens to me?"
He shakes his head, "I do love you Joanne. So much"
What?
He told me over and over he didn't
What game is he playing?
"What are you talking about Tae? You're not making any sense"
"Jo, I love you. More than anything. You're my everything baby. But I knew that you'd never have a normal life with me. Never have kids or a family or do anything that a normal girl can do. And one day, I'd have to take you when it's your time and after you pass over, we'll never see each other again."
I'm getting angry
I told him over and over that I don't care about kids or a family, if I can't be with him
I knew what I was getting into being with death
I'm not stupid
"I told you I don't care about a normal life! Being with you is not your decision to make for me! I know what being with you means and I don't care!", I shout
He nods, "I know. I shouldn't have made the decision for you. Everything I said to you I didn't mean. At all. I love you so much. I do want you. You're the only girl I ever wanted. I hated being without you. It was torture"
I know what he means
Being without him is tearing a hole in my chest
But nothing has changed
I'm still human and he's still death
Everything he said is all still true
Why is he changing his mind now?
"Why are you telling me this now Tae? Nothing has changed"
"Yes it did baby"
I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue
"After I saw you in the hospital, I couldn't just leave you like that. So I went and talked to God"
I choke on air, "What? You talked to who?"
"God"
"Are you serious? He's real?"
Tae nods, "So is the devil"
Oh my g....shit
My world just flipped
This is insane
He's real
I look up and silently apologize for all the shit I did when I was a teenager
I thought I was such a badass back then
Instead I was just a massive idiot
Then I ask Tae, "Why did you go talk to him?"
"To bargain with him"
I'm in complete shock
"I...uh..I...I", I stutter
"I asked him to help you. To fix everything. To bring you out of the coma and stop the seizures. He asked why I would ask for that and I told him"
"You...told...him?"
He told God he loves me?
He nods, "I told him I love you. I told him about us. And apparently he's not as mean as people say he is. When I was done, he said he'd help me without me having to give him anything"
I'm impressed that he got God to help him
"So God helped you and made me better?", I ask
He nods, "But that's not all."
It's not?
What else did God do for him?
"He made me human."
"What?", I exclaim
"I'm human now. Remember how I told you I became death?", he asks
I nod
I remember how he said accepted death's offer to take over for him
"He said that if I could find someone to take my place, he'd let me be human again. And be with you"
"Be with me?"
I don't think I can be anymore shocked than I am now
Tae nods, "You are destined to live a really long life. And he said that since it's been a long time since I've been human, he can designate how long I can live for. So he did it to match your life span"
My mouth drops
I can be with Tae for my entire life?
I can't believe it
"I found someone who was in accident. Someone who was like me. Young. I offered to them what death offered to me. And she took it. I spent these last two weeks training her."
Her?
Death's a girl now?
And he had to train her?
Huh I guess it is like a normal job if training is needed
"Today I woke up in an apartment. My apartment. And my heart is beating again. I didn't want to come to you immediately. I needed to figure out what to tell you. And to be honest I was starving"
That makes me smile
I know he didn't need to eat when he was death
"When I knew what I wanted to say, I came here. You're mom was upset when she saw me but I told her I was stupid and here to get you back. She made me promise not to hurt you again and I did"
That sounds like my mom
Tae reaches to me and takes my hand, "I love you. And I'll make everything up to you. I just want you back Jo. Please take me back"
"Yes", I answer without hesitation
He looks at me and repeats hopefully, "Yes?"
I nod, "Of course Tae. I love you. You're the only one I want."
He smiles his gorgeous smile and comes closer to me
His lips touch mine in a kiss and fireworks explode in my vision.
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Tae POV
When I kiss her, my entire body flood with heat
Just like every time I kissed her
When she wraps her arm around my neck and slips her fingers in my hair, I shiver from her touch
I missed her so much
I was so scared she'd tell me to fuck off
But she still loves me
And now we have our entire lives to be together
I've never been more happy in my life.
"I love you Tae", she whispers
"I love you Jo", I answer
Then she pulls me back to her, kissing me again
I pull her close to me and I'm so relieved when she presses her body to mine
Feeling her body against me feels so fucking good
I missed her so much
Her arms go around my neck and I'm so happy to feel that
"Baby", I whisper
I want her so much
I haven't been with her in a year but I don't know if now is the right time or if it's too soon
"Yes Tae", she answers, looking at me
She runs her fingers in my hair, feeling so good and I love it
"I want you too Tae."
That's all I need to hear
I pull her onto my lap and she comes willingly
She crashes her lips to mine, her tongue in my mouth
Yes fuck
I kiss her back, pulling her shirt up
She lifts her arms up so I can take it off
Her hands move to my shirt, unbuttoning the buttons quickly
When she gets them all undone, she pushes the shirt off me, her hands immediately running all over my back
Her hands are so small and warm as she touches me
She moves off me, standing and undoing my pants
I lift myself up, pulling my pants and boxers down
When she gets everything off, I pull her up, my lips on her stomach, trailing kisses all over
I feel her hand run in my hair, making shivers run up my spine
I love anyway that she touches me
Hooking my fingers in her shorts and panties, I slowly pull them down, kissing lower
I hear her breath hitch when I get to her pussy
I lick her, moaning and loving the way she feels against my tongue
Pulling away, she steps out of her clothes
I grab her, making her squeal
Laying down, I pull her on top of me until she's over my face
Holding her hips, I pull her to my mouth, burying my tongue in her pussy
She's already so wet and I missed how she tastes
So fucking good
"Tae", she moans
Fuck me, I missed hearing her moan my name
And I really miss hearing her scream my name
Which I'm so going to make her do
"Feels good baby?"
"Yes Tae fuck. I missed your tongue"
I laugh
"I know baby. My tongue makes you scream."
I know I what she likes and where she likes it
I love her so much so I learned her body so well
What she likes, what drives her insane, what can make her cum over and over, how much teasing she can take
I was never like this with any other girl I was with
I've been death for six centuries, I've been with human women before but it was always just sex
I didn't care about the woman or tired to make her feel good
But from the first time I was with her, even before I fell in love with her, it was different with her
She wanted to please me, make me feel good and it made me want to please her
Then I fell in love and all I wanted to do was make her feel good
And I still do
I don't even care if I cum as long as she does
Multiple times
But she won't have that
She makes sure I orgasm too every time
Sometimes more than once
She's just the best in every single way and I will never be stupid to leave her again
I lick her clit and she yells loudly
"Yeah baby. Scream for me", I ask, then suck on her clit
"Fuck TAEHYUNG!", she cries, her hands gripping mine tightly
I keep going, sucking harder and faster
"C'mon baby. Gimme your cum. I want it so bad. I haven't had it in a long time.", I tell her
I attach my mouth to her again, squeezing her hips as she yells in pleasure
She's almost there
I'm so excited to taste her again
I feel her legs start to shake as she orgasms, screaming my name
"TAEHYUNG!"
Her taste floods my mouth and I moan, swallowing greedily
She's so fucking good, I love it
When she finishes, I keep licking her
"Tae"
"More baby. I need more", I beg, "Do you want it?"
"Yes Tae. Yes"
Fuck yes
My tongue flies all over her pussy, swirling, up and down
I can't fucking get enough
"Fuck my face baby. Fuck my mouth. Please", I ask
Her hips start moving against my mouth, grinding against my tongue
I fucking love this
She gets so into it and my tongue can get everywhere
I slide my tongue inside her, then lick back out, then back in
"TAE fuck yes baby. Don't stop."
I know she loves this
It can make her cum in seconds
And honestly I love being inside her in anyway
My cock, my fingers, my tongue
I just love being inside
Squeezing her ass hard, I moan, "Baby cum on my tongue"
I slide my tongue in her as far as I can
"TAEHYUNG!", she screams, orgasming again
Her pussy tightens and throbs on my tongue that's in her and I taste her cum
It coats my tongue and she tastes so fucking good
"Yes baby, yes give me more", I whine, still tongue fucking her
"Tae, oh fuck Tae"
Her breathing gets harder
She's close again
I love giving her orgasm after orgasm
She gets so much pleasure, I love watching her
"FUCK!"
Her cum floods my mouth again and I greedily drink it all up
When she finishes, I lift her up and slam her on my cock
"Fuck TAE!", she cries
"Fuck baby. I missed you around my cock", I gasp
"I missed you too", she moans, starting to move up
"No baby. Stay on my cock. I want to feel you for a little longer
"Oooo...oooo....ok", she stammers
She's so horny, pulsating hard and fast around me, getting more wet
I love the feeling of her soaking my cock
I need to fuck her
Putting my hands on her hips, I move her up then slam her down, thrusting up as well
I go in so deep, making her scream in pleasure
"There TAE!"
"Ok baby girl. You don't have to do anything ok? Just let me make you feel good"
She bites her lip nodding
Gripping her hips I move her fast, bouncing her on my cock and slamming her spot at the same time
"Yes Tae, fuck. Oh god", she cries, her hands gripping my arms so hard
"Good baby?"
"So good Tae"
I smile at her, happy I'm making her feel good
"Fuck baby you look so pretty on my cock. You're pretty pussy taking me so well"
"Mmmm", she whimpers
Seeing her leaving my length soaked in her juice is so hot
"Gimme your pretty cum baby. Soak my cock", I plead
"Tae", she moans, her body arching as she cums again
"Ffff...fuck", I stammer, feeling the insane pleasure she's giving me
When she finishes, I rolls us over, getting on top of her
Her legs wrap around me and I continue to move, slowing it down
"I love you so much", I tell her, running my fingers in her hair, looking in her beautiful brown eyes
"I love you more than anything", she whispers back, "My Tae"
I nod, "Always baby. I'm always yours, I swear. I'm not leaving you again"
"Don't Tae. Please don't. I need you"
I nod
I know
She does need me just like I need her
And I was so dumb to keep us apart.
But that will never happen again
"I need you too baby. Always"
She lifts her head to kiss me and I meet her lips, pressing mine against hers
Her hips move, meeting my thrusts, making me go so much deeper
"Mmmmm", she groans against my lips
She feels so good, spasming around my cock so much
I know as soon as she cums, I am
I won't be able to hold it back
I kiss her desperately, tongue against hers as we move together
She clings to me, holding onto my back hard, my hand squeezing her thigh tightly
Hitting her spot, she explodes, spasming around my cock, shaking under me as she moans and keeps kissing me
Her orgasm triggers mine and I moan in her mouth as I spill inside her, pleasure running all over me
Oh my fucking God, it's so good
So incredible
After, I lay down next to her, holding her tightly in my arms
"I missed you Tae. So fucking much", she whispers, looking at me
"I miss you too baby. You don't even know. The thought of living without you forever....it was torture"
She shakes her head, "You don't need to anymore Tae. I'm here, you can stay with me forever"
I nod
I will
Nothing will take me away from her
"We're going to have a long happy life together baby.", I promise her
She smiles, "I can't wait Tae"
Neither can I
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