#the very first contract pull i ever did on this game was during the idol event and it was radiant admiral olivine ssr

[gh0stpeppers]

I just started playing nukani in idk how long (def before rei was introduced tho I knew about it) and today I pulled both of the ssrs I wanted

my good luck with contracts hasn't gone anywhere I am truly blessed by the gods of klein

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Anonymous asked: As a staunch royalist I would be interested to hear your views about Prince Harry and Meghan Markle deciding to quit the British royal family. Did they do the right thing or are they just being selfish and ‘woke’? Does this ‘Megxit’ the British royal family is in crisis and its future looks bleak by this act of betrayal to the Queen?

Short answer:

I have been avoiding answering this question precisely because I became tired of hearing about it around the family dinner table or with friends when I visited England recently or now with French friends here in Paris who can’t fathom what is going on. But too many have asked about this in my blog inbox.

I don’t mean to sound so dismissive but to me it’s just a passing storm in a tea cup rather than some cataclysmic crisis of the British monarchy. Everyone should stop take a deep breath.

After the joint press statement by Prince Harry and the Duchess of Sussex statement came out on 8 January 2020 it set in motion the usual hilarious pastiche of Cold War Kremlinology by the British press.  So at any one time you had sensationalist and sanctimonious headlines such as the fury of the palace press knew no bounds. How dare they? The Queen humiliated. The palace insulted. And so on and so on.

Every newspaper editor knows there is a yawning gulf between the “public interest” and what interests the public. By any standards, Harry and Meghan have become huge celebrities. They were idolised, their charities blessed, their presence craved. Unfortunately such is human nature, the public invest something of themselves in their heroes. They see in their idols a reflection of their own fantasies and delights, hopes and fears. When they witness celebrities traumatised it can be unsettling, as the death of Princess Diana vividly showed. People cried in the street.

As Harry knew from his mother’s tragic experience, all this is par for the royal course. The British newspapers - or rather those peddling in royal tittle tattle such as the Sun, Mirror, and the Daily Mail - have a habit of erecting pedestals one minute and then the next minute they enjoy destroying the icon in the name of the public interest. Andrew’s former wife, Sarah Ferguson, was appallingly treated. So at times were Princess Anne, and Prince Edward’s wife, Sophie. Press attention should be water off the royal duck’s back. Prince Philip’s advice was reportedly: “Don’t read the bloody papers.”

While Harry was brought up surrounded by the furies of the celebrity media, Meghan’s career was the opposite. In her profession as a known actor (albeit a middling TV actor at that), image is an artifice, daily crafted and laundered by publicists.

This does not work with British royalty, which comes with its own carefully minted image attached. Its rituals are those of mind-numbing deference. It has no accountability. The only mirror it has is the press. The tabloids are the price that must be paid for adulation. They honour no discretion and have no sense of fairness. The press is a memento mori, whispering into the victor’s ear that he – or she – is only mortal. And gosh do they take that role on with sanctimonious glee. 

To be daily compared to the Duchess of Cambridge, from an utterly different social background, must have been intolerable for Meghan: the dress comparisons, the stuffiness of the court, its hyper-caution and obsession with precedence and procedure, added to the impossibility of contact with ordinary people. As a self-made millionaire already perhaps she wanted to be more than a mere civil servant in a tiara. Perhaps it proved too much but who really knows? But then I don’t know what else she expected when she decided to marry into the British royal family.

Similarly one can only speculate how much it was really Prince Harry who wanted to drop out riding on the royal carousel as he has been since birth. Regardless of who he married perhaps this was always the plan. His loathing of the British press and paparazzi is well known - he still blames them for his mother’s tragic death in Paris. It’s well known the paparazzi have tried to catch him out in manufactured scandals as he grew up. He has refreshingly come clean and has talked about how he still goes to therapy over his mother’s death. It’s no wonder he would ever subject a future wife and especially a child to the level of press intrusion that he had endured.

Prince Harry is nobody’s fool. I won’t say a bad word about him because - unlike previous and present royals with the exception of his grandfather, Prince Philip, who did active naval service during the Second World War and his uncle Prince Andrew, who as a naval officer flew Sea King helicopters during the Falklands War - he didn’t play the ceremonial toy soldier. After Eton he worked his arse off to get through Sandhurst and got commissioned with the Blues and Royals regiment. Upon the outbreak of war in Iraq, he was alleged to have said around 2006, “There's no way I'm going to put myself through Sandhurst and then sit on my arse back home while my boys are out fighting for their country.”

As it was the military chiefs got cold feet and pulled him out. But he did see active service with the British forces in Afghanistan with two tours. By all accounts he acquitted himself very well as a Forward Air Controller in Helmand Province and later as a co-pilot and gunner on Apache helicopters. He was widely respected and accepted by rank and file because he was down to earth and never asked for special treatment.  He wasn’t a typical ‘Rupert’ - a squaddie’s nickname given to British army officers who typically came from privileged aristocratic backgrounds but were also ‘nice but dim witted’.

Overall I sympathise that the Sussexes’ predicament was clearly desperate, and it is perhaps to their credit that they have brought it to a head early and not let it drag on. I feel they are sincere in their reasons to ’step back’ from the royal family and frenzied media circus around it. The fact they want to pay their own way and pay back any outstanding sums back to the royal household is perhaps a sign of that sincerity.

Instead some sections of the British press rolled out the tired old trope of the parallels between the Duke of Sussex and his great-great uncle, the Duke of Windsor, are overwhelming. Once again, a dashing, sporting, ex-military prince leaves royal life for the love of an American divorcée. This is exactly the opposite of what Edward and Mrs Wallace Simpson did when they bit the hand that fed them. They took money to support their lavish lifestyle in exile from the Queen and all the while took every opportunity to snark the fledgling young Queen from their own alternative royal court in Paris. Harry no doubt loves his grandmother and his family and would try not sully the Windsor name.

Where I would be critical a little is in their handling of it which appears naive at best and inept at worst. I suspect - since verified - that having a transatlantic split of publicists, and in addition didn’t understand the full import of how this would play out, would inevitably drop the ball. But I would extend a finger of blame to the palace courtiers who were involved in their own games of intrigue with a whispering campaign to selected journalists of the press. Indeed multiple newspapers, including the Daily Telegraph in the UK, reported that the queen was “disappointed” with the surprise announcement, and had asked the Sussexes to hold off on issuing a public statement. When The gossip mongering Sun newspaper published a front-page story that the couple was contemplating a move to Canada, the Sussexes pushed the button on their statement.

I do think the Sussexes  and their advisors were fooling themselves into thinking that they could have their cake and eat it - in other words keep the royal titles but cut back on the public and ceremonial duties. The blunt truth is if you want to stay on the books, you do so by the leave of the firm and its boss i.e. The Queen. The contract is for life. If not, you resign. There is no half in and half out. This seems to have been the gist of the family only summit at Sandringham in January 2020, with media attention worthy of the Treaty of Versailles.

I am frankly surprised how worked up people are about this. Cut out the white noise and the picture is more prosaic.

The first point is that when all is said and done, none of this drama really matters. Politically, constitutionally, it is an irrelevance. Harry, at number six, is not seriously in line to the throne. The British monarchy has long shown itself immune to crisis; indeed I wonder sometimes if it welcomes crises as implying continued importance. The divorce and death of Princess Diana were awfully tragic, as was the very public shaming of Prince Andrew and his questionable friendship with billionaire paedophile Jeffrey Epstein. But how Harry leads his life is between himself, his wife and his father, Prince Charles. That is the point of heredity. It is immune to character, as it is to merit.

The second point is we should remember that other European royal families, of the same constitutional status as Britain, have been down sizing for many years now. These royal families balanced privacy and discretion whilst holding down ordinary professions. The King of the Netherlands, Willem-Alexander, is still an airline pilot. He occasionally flies KLM jets, safe in the knowledge that few people recognise him. In 2001 Prince Haakon, heir to the Norwegian throne, married a single mother with a drug-fuelled past. Despite some controversy, he survived incognito. 

The King of Sweden, Carl XVI Gustaf, has reigned for 46 inconspicuous years as a nine-to-five job, his family merged into the Swedish bourgeoisie. The Crown Princess, Victoria, works intermittently for the UN. The King of Spain, Felipe VI, may have taken after his philandering father, Juan Carlos, but he became king without fuss on his father’s retirement in 2014. None of these “houses” has an extended state-subsidised royal family. None has grown unstable as a result.

There is no doubt that the exploitation of the British royal family celebrity by palace courtiers as PR handlers has worked. The royal family recognises that truth for itself when HRH King George VI famously quipped, “We are not a family, we are a firm”. The Queen is regularly cited as central to “UK plc” and to tourism. The British people remain overwhelmingly in favour of retaining monarchy as the focus of their patriotism, even during the wobble over Diana’s death. Republicanism is dead. The last ostentatious republican, the Fife MP Willie Hamilton, left parliament in 1987. If Scotland ever went independent it would almost certainly retain the Queen as head of state.

As for how royalty behaves, a constitutional monarchy should be beyond all controversy. As the great political and constitutional commentator (and founder of the Economist magazine) Walter Bagehot put it, “the monarch should be a dignified rather than efficient element of the constitution”. In other words, the monarchy as personified in its reigning king or queen can represent the whole nation in an emotionally satisfying way - everything else is but pure embellishment.

The Queen must be a glorious anthropomorphism of the nation as a whole. If she has opinions, she keeps them to herself - much to her credit. The contrast is clear with countries where state headship is combined with an elected executive presidency. The state risks being tainted by partisanship: witness the embarrassment many Americans feel at having their national loyalty identified with any president based on divided partisan feelings e.g. from FDR to Obama and Nixon to Trump.

A rare occasion when the monarch might overstep the mark was conjectured by Mike Bartlett in his ingenious play, King Charles III, in 2014. It was based on the present Prince of Wales as king, refusing formally to sign a bill censoring the press (good on him). In the resulting crisis, William and Kate engineer Charles’s abdication, while the tearaway Harry takes up with a republican girlfriend. It was not wholly implausible. When Belgium faced a similar crisis over King Baudouin’s refusal to sign an abortion bill in 1990, he was allowed to abdicate for a day.

How the monarchy conducts itself is not wholly irrelevant. It is part of the collective context in which the nation’s politics are enacted. It represents tradition and upholds precedent. It sets boundaries and dictates a courtesy in the conduct of public affairs - however often that courtesy is infringed. What outsiders forget (especially our American friends) is that the British political system is gloriously resilient, as the past three years of Brexit hell have shown. It can tolerate the odd eccentricity, such as the blatant purchase of parliamentary seats in the House of Lords. But the question is how far such eccentricity can extend. 

The present heir to the throne, Prince Charles, is deft at stepping mildly out of line. His views on architecture, health and the environment are not overtly partisan. But it does not matter as he is no more “powerful” than a newspaper or television commentator. His influence is that of celebrity. I would rather have the heir to throne engage intelligently in public debate than arrogantly indulge in the sordid sexual antics of his younger brother, Andrew.

For all his perceived faults, Prince Charles knows his limits. To expect such controlled nuances in the constitutional mystique of royalty to apply to an ever larger family has always been an accident waiting to happen. More prescient is the fact that the current system will impose the same disciplines and direct the same public exposure on an ever widening array of royal offspring as the years go by. I feel genuine sympathy for the royal children. Most British minors have their faces blanked out on camera, but not royal ones. They are sentenced to be recognised for life.

As a nation then we are extremely fortunate that Prince Harry is no more militant than in defence of the planet, wild animals and injured military veterans - all worthy causes if we are honest to admit it. Full disclosure: as an ex-veteran, I do give charitable donations to Invictus Games Foundation, the multi-sports event put on for wounded, injured or sick armed services personnel and their associated veterans. Prince Harry was instrumental in founding the Invictus Games in 2014 on his own initiative so that we never forget the courage and sacrifice of our military veterans.

What is already clear is that the Sussexes intend forthwith to redraw the lines of engagement with the press. They are opting out of the Royal Rota, the arrangement whereby, for decades, the royals have given access to a pool reporter from the national papers; instead, they will invite coverage from personally selected media outlets and will use their own social-media accounts, especially Instagram, to communicate directly with the public. Having railed against the media’s commodification of his wife, Prince Harry now seems prepared to take its commodification into his own hands: it was reported in January 2020 that he and the Duchess have lately submitted a trademark application for hundreds of items, from clothing to printed items, that may be issued with the couple’s personal brand, Sussex Royal.

This step is unfortunate and unedifying. To my mind, Sussex is a title, not a brand name. It is no more Harry and Meghan’s to exploit than Buckingham Palace is the Queen’s to sell off. Even if they distance themselves from the monarchy by being financially independent (as well as disowning their titles) by pursuing other commercial opportunities it only takes one scandal - e.g. a goods with their brand made from sweat shop labour or some other unforeseen PR disaster - to reflect badly on the Queen and the British monarchy solely because of Harry’s proximity to the throne. Harry may not be a Prince but he is a Windsor.

We are back to Bagehot again. For it was he who argued that the constitution was divided into two branches. The monarchy represents the “dignified” branch. Its job is to symbolise the state through pomp and ceremony. The government -Parliament, the cabinet and the civil service - represents the “efficient” branch. Its job is to run the country by passing laws and providing public services. The dignified branch governs through poetry, and the efficient branch through prose. The monarchy certainly doesn’t govern through commercial exploitation of its brand as an end in itself.

Today, the dignified branch is trying to adapt to an age of populism and until recently it’s been doing a much better job than the efficient branch. But the monarchy must never lower itself to the lowest common denominator to satisfy the base instincts of populism. As Bagehot aptly said, “An element of exaggeration clings to the popular judgment: great vices are made greater, great virtues greater also; interesting incidents are made more interesting, softer legends more soft.”

A family spat of no public importance is obsessing the nation and the world. Everyone should sit down and have a nice relaxing cup of tea.

[taejeonie]

taehee’s relationship with dream

mark — markhee

taehee helps mark fulfill his leader responsibilities at this point they’re both the leaders

mom and dad

she joins the other dreamies in clowning/babying mark

she’s pretty much like a ‘00 liner bc of her birthday that’s why when mark said the kids were scary in that weekly idol episode, she was no exemption from that

“mark remember when you were on ‘life bar’ and went like bOP BOP BOP-“ “tAEHEE STOP”

iconic moment: during the dream show, after they both said their ending ment, they were crying and mark went to hug taehee first. “everyone chant with me. mark lee. jeon taehee,” jaemin lead. the dreamies and dreamzens soon followed and markhee pulled away to give the group their first and last proper group hug as ot8.

renjun — taejun

“geurae naegen neoppunIYA- sTOP STOP I CAN’T BREATHE RENJUN LET GO OFF ME”

avid believers in aliens and ghosts

they binge watch episodes of buzzfeed unsolved late at night and jisung sometimes joins

taehee has experiences of seeing and hearing ghosts so that one time renjun lost his bottle, he thought there was a ghost and immediately asked taehee

“noona, is there a ghost in the dorm?” *silence* “renjun....,” taehee whispers, “don’t move. there’s someone in the room.” “(o_o)” “kIDDING- OW RENJUN STOP YOU’RE CHOKING ME”

iconic moments: renjun jump scaring taehee and the editors having to cut the clip because she cursed. and that happened like 9483829 times.

jeno — notae

“jeno wanna play games? i won’t tell your mom.”

jeno was kinda nervous when he found out he was gonna be an mc so he asked taehee for advice since she just finished her contract of becoming an mc. and everytime jeno would do great, taehee would always promote him on twitter.

“did you watch the show? jeno was so good today!! ahh he’s following in my footsteps”

when boom came out she was hardcore set on imitating jeno when he was the center in the near end

“jeno-ssi, tell them why we’re gathered here in the practice room once again.” “because noona is pretty.” “good job~”

iconic moment: “jeno, let’s arm wrestle,” she challenges. “what- you’ll lose!,” mark tells her but she just waves it off. “i think i can at least hold it for a while.” *loses 3 seconds into the game*

haechan — taehyuck

“‘i like taehee noona very much’....this isn’t tmi anymore” - chenle

he gets kinda jealous when she hangs out with chenji more ;((

“noona doesn’t like doing aegyo but it’s okay because she has natural aegyo.” “no one asked.” “renjun-“

when she and mark watched the ‘boom’ mv for the first time, she kept commenting on how hyuck matured so much and how he’s not cute anymore, but handsome

they almost kissed bc of a pepero game when renjun pushed taehee’s head forward

iconic moment: in the dream show, after markhee separated for the dreamies’ group hug, she immediately clung onto hyuck and they both cried together.

jaemin — minhee

(‘go’ mv reaction vid) “jaemin’s voice was so small when we were making ‘chewing gum’ but now he matured a lot *imitates his voice in his rap*

“be careful, okay? don’t ever get sick again, d’you understand?”

when they were choosing roommates in osaka, jaemin, mark, and taehee were left. doyoung chose jaemin’s set, meaning whoever he chooses next would be his roommate. he chose mark’s and taehee felt so betrayed

“I LOVED YOU (´；Д；`)”

they always act like they’re in some kind of drama and they’re both the leads

iconic moment: taehee was filming an apocalypse film during 127’s break and got nervous so jaemin offered to go with her during shooting whenever he can and it really helped her a lot.

chenle — chentae

“chenle can you buy my dog a house”

“taehee noona bought me shoes as a gift. one, they did not fit me, and two, i already had a pair of those.”

“gOOOSE GOOSE” - chentae 2k18

taehee teaches him how to rap,,she taught him once her verse in cherry bomb so whenever they see each other, they throw up gang signs

“noona i’m friends with felix from stray kids!!!” “i’m friends with jisung from stray kids!!!” *both gasp*

iconic moments: they were shooting teasers for their ‘go’ mv and taehee had to act like she was in a club,,,so the mood was kinda like this ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). chenle kept screaming, saying “WHAT IS THAT WHAT IS THAT WHAT IS THAT”

jisung — taeji

jisung’s like her lil bro,,,like their sibling energy rADIATES

dance covers together>>>>>>>>>>> when they covered baby don’t stop on vlive

jisung’s nervous whenever he records bc he’s somehow intimidated??? by taehee?? but then the way she speaks to him in producer mode is so gentle yet professional that’s why he wants her there every time he records just like the other boys

“noona, what do you think?”

hyuck sent her videos and photos of jisung when they were shooting pictures for ‘we boom’ era,,,you know that thing where they were gushing over jisung during that one photoshoot? yes that’s the one. so the next time they saw each other taehee was like “jISUNG OPPA- \(//∇//)\”

iconic moment: chenji called taehee on vlive once and asked her opinions on the new album. “you guys were so cool!!! honestly. you guys grew up so much *fake sobbing* and jisung. HEY! DOn’t show off that much okay? you’re becoming like haechan.” *chenle laughing* “yes, noona,” jisung answered.

[minsugapie]

Bodyguard (part 2)

pairing: bodyguard!jungkook x idol!reader

genre: fluff, slight angst (but not for long)

words: 5840

a/n: i wasn’t going to post this originally but i got some requests for it so here it is 🤷🏼‍♀️ hope you all enjoy 💜 also this is like 12 years late lmaoooo oops

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PART 1

• • • • • •

Jin wasn’t mad, because how could he be? In reality, he was just disappointed. You knew you weren’t supposed to date, and Jungkook knew he wasn’t supposed to date you. Jin couldn’t be mad at you because you couldn’t pick who you fell in love with. He knew very well how much you initially hadn’t wanted Jungkook around.

No, the person whom he was mad at was himself. He was the person who’d hired a young, good-looking man to spend every waking second with you. Of course, you’d end up closer to him. You spent more time with him than you did with any of your friends, and unfortunately, you’d been so busy lately that he wasn’t even sure you still had any left. Jin decided not to make it public that you two were together. He kept it to himself as he decided on how to deal with the situation. 

It didn’t take long however because one morning, a month after Jin saw the video from the recording session, neither you nor Jeon were answering your phone calls, and you had a busy day ahead of you. Photoshoots and interviews were set up, but you weren’t there. 

Jin took it upon himself to head over to your dorm and wake you up. 

He was expecting it when he found you and Jungkook in bed together. In the back of his mind, he kind of hoped it would happen, although he wished you two could have hidden it a little longer. He wanted you to be happy, he really did. Gingerly, he went over to you and woke you up with a shake. 

“Y/N, get up. We need to talk. Jeon, get out and pack your things because you’re fired,” Jin calmly said as he pulled you out of Jungkook’s arms and into the bathroom to start getting ready. 

You immediately woke when you heard Jin’s words. You hadn’t even had time to register where you were or the fact that Jungkook was no longer in your arms. Jungkook getting fired had been the last thing that you wanted to happen. It wasn’t like the two of you were planning on going public or anything, but Jin didn’t even want to talk about it. If anything, Jungkook’s professionalism had heightened because he wanted to be extra careful that you weren’t going to get found out. He barely looked at you in public if he didn’t need to! The only times you were really like a couple were at night when you would spend time together in the dorm.

“Wait, Jin, this was all my idea! Don’t fire Jungkook, please!” You begged, grabbing your manager’s arm as he attempted to drag Jungkook from the bed and across the hall to his own dorm. 

“Let go of me Y/N, or we’re terminating your contract too. We wouldn’t have had to fire him if he would’ve just kept his dick to himself and not between your legs,” Jin expressed as Jungkook threw his arms into the air and started to walk out. You’d never heard him speak so crudely, especially towards you. 

Jungkook looked at you from the doorway of your bedroom, silently pleading with you to stop arguing with Jin. “Just stop. Don’t worry about me, Y/N. I’m a big boy. I don’t want you to ruin your career over me.”

Jungkook’s words hit you harder than you thought they were going to because this was essentially a breakup. 

“You’re a smart man, Jeon. It’s too bad that this happened because you were a good bodyguard. Too bad you just couldn’t keep it in your pants, kid,” Jin got the final word as he pushed Jungkook out of your room and closed the door. You were still surprised that Jin had that kind of side to him. He’d always been such a good manager. 

“Why are you doing this to me?” You meekly asked from inside the bathroom, tugging on a pair of jeans and a sweater. 

“Your contract explicitly states that you cannot date anyone for three more years,” he replied, keeping any and every emotion off his face. Jin felt bad. He hated being this way, but if he made an exception for you, he would have to make them for his other artists as well. 

“But we weren’t obvious, and literally nobody suspected it! You didn’t have to fire Jungkook! You should have just reassigned him! Besides, don’t you think he’d do an even better job now that he had feelings for me?” You countered, ready to fight for Jungkook’s job until Jin fired you. 

“Don’t push me, Y/N. Jeon knew very well that he was not supposed to enter into a relationship with you and that this would happen. I’m confiscating your phone privileges until further notice. Now, let’s go. You’re already late.”

• • • • • •

Jungkook was sat on the sofa in the living room of his parents’ house is Busan, listening to the song you’d released for him over and over again, not noticing anything going on around him. He had to think about what was going to come next for him.

He fucked up. Earlier that morning, he had to explain to his parents that he was home because he got fired and no longer providing any money for them. He was able to help them out for so long, but he screwed the pooch. “What’s with the song? I heard it on the radio this morning and now you’re playing it. I have it memorized by now,” his dad yelled from the kitchen, where he was making supper. 

“It’s one of her songs…the artist that I was guarding.”

“Jungkook, you shouldn’t beat yourself up about it…it’s just a job,” his mother had tried to console him, but it wasn’t only the job that he was sad about. He’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted you. He was scared that he’d never feel again in his lifetime the way he felt about you. Not only was he scared of losing you, he was scared of you moving on from him. 

“Oemma, appa, it’s not just the job. The reason I messed up and got fired was because I fell in love with her, the artist. Remember when I told you that I couldn’t nor wouldn’t date the artist? Well, I lied because I did date her, and that’s the reason I’m here and not with her anymore. I broke my own heart,” he had explained, not able to meet their eyes. He’d never been the type to date around or even express interest in women at all until you. His parents had been surprised to say the least. 

“So why were you fired? I’m confused,” his dad had probed, putting an arm around his mom. 

“My contract stated that I was not allowed to date her, while she’s not actually allowed to date anyone for another three years,” he had clarified, covering his face with his hands. All this talk of you made him miss you even more. It was crazy how fast he’d realized that he needed you around him. He knew how much he meant to you.  Even more so, he wondered if you were safe with whomever they hired to replace him. What if he was a creep, a sleaze…took avantage of you?

“You didn’t fight for her?” His mom asked, clearly still trying to wrap her head around the situation. 

Jungkook shook his head, looking out the kitchen window at the people walking across the street. “It was better for me to leave quietly, or she would have been fired as well.”

“Well, if you want my opinion,” his dad had started, putting a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, “I think you shouldn’t give up if this girl means that much to you, no matter what the manager says.”

Now, he was still sat on the sofa, contemplating his next move. Was he going to fight for you, or was he going to try to find a job here and move on with his life?

If he valued his own happiness, he knew there was only one choice. 

• • • • • •

Jin was worried about you. You’d reverted back to your old, lonely life before Jungkook was hired, but it was a bit worse this time. It was worse because your performances were suffering due to your fatigue. You were working endless days and nights, never taking a break. You slept minimal hours and were at the company before sunrise. You were clearly burning yourself out. People were starting to take notice of what was happening. You’d seemed so happy and thriving when you made your most recent comeback, but something had almost immediately flipped. 

During today’s dance practice, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok decided to step in. “Y/N, we haven’t had a game night in a while. Can we come over tonight?” Jimin asked, making you look away from staring at yourself lifelessly in the practice mirror. 

You gave the boys a fake smile as you answered, “I’m not really feeling up to it. I think I’m just going to stay here and perfect the routine.”

Taehyung put an arm around your shoulder, silently motioning for Hobi to do something. “Are you sure? We can have a great night in with your favourite snacks and a Park Seo-joon drama on the tele?”

“Really, guys. You know it takes me longer to get the dance moves. This choreography is the hardest I’ve ever had. I don’t want to disappoint my fans,” you insisted, shrugging off Tae’s arm and walking towards the table with the water bottles. 

At that moment, Hobi, who had previously left the room, came back in with a surprise…your pup.

“Oh my, God! How did you guys get her? My baby!” You cooed as the black lab hurriedly came to you, wagging her tail excitedly. You dropped to the floor and took her in your arms. She always knew what you needed. And right then, she let you hold her like you hadn’t seen each other in a lifetime. It had basically been a lifetime. “I missed you,” you whispered. 

Before you even realized it was happening, a tear slipped down your cheek. Your dog just sat with you, giving you her infamous hug with her paws between your legs and head tucked into your neck. 

She was the best comfort and had been with you through many cries. So there you sat, breaking down on the floor in the middle of the practice room. It was the first time you cried after all that had happened. You didn’t care how much you told yourself that you were strong and would get over it. You were sad. It wasn’t your fault. You’d finally given your heart to a man. A man who had become your best friend and the person who made you feel safe at all times, in any situation.

But that was all taken away from you. You hadn’t expected any of it when you’d signed your contract. The new bodyguard that they had hired for you was fine and did his job well but he just wasn’t Jungkook. You didn’t trust him like Jungkook. You didn’t like his company like Jungkook. You just couldn’t get yourself to rely on him like you relied on Jungkook. 

• • • • • •

Jin was walking down the hallway towards your studio, doing his daily rounds. Really, he wanted to see how you were doing because he knew that you were taking it hard. He’d pulled some strings and spoken to your family, persuading them to let him take your dog to you. He stopped in front of your practice room, knowing very well that you now had your dog with you. After cracking the door open and taking a quick peak, he realized that he shouldn’t enter and ruin the moment. You were sitting on the ground, dog in your arms, clearly crying. There were a few people watching you, bodyguard ready to pounce at any second, as your shoulders shook with every cry and breath. 

In that moment, Jin wondered if he had really done the right thing by firing Jeon. He liked the guy. He was very good at his job and would have done anything for you, but like he had said, he needed to keep his company in order and not make any exceptions. 

But still, it gave him a lot to think about, especially with Jeon’s multiple attempts at contacting you and the company. He still had your phone, and it was blown up with messages from Jeon. The thing was, apparently the whole company had known about the two of you dating, and nobody told him. Suga and RM admitted that they had known about it from before it even started. Jin asked himself if it was possible to make an exception just this once...

• • • • • •

You couldn’t wait to get back to your dorm and sleep tonight. You finally had your dog back, so you were guaranteed to feel at least a little bit better about the situation. You thought you may have finally had a decent rest that wasn’t disturbed by your endless wanting. 

When you got out of the elevator to your floor, you were really surprised to see Jungkook with his back against the door of your dorm. You hadn’t expected him to be there at all. Your current bodyguard drove you home just like Jungkook used to because he now lives in his dorm, but he always stayed outside for five extra minutes to smoke a cigarette. Thank goodness for that. You didn’t know how you would have explained this to him. 

“Holy shit!” You yelled, slapping a hand over your mouth because you haven’t meant for it to be that loud. “Move out of the way and let me unlock the door before Lee comes up!”

“Who’s Lee?” Jungkook asked as soon as the door closed behind the two of you. Your dog went right to him like she’s seen him a thousand times before. 

“My bodyguard,” you replied taking off your jacket and putting your purse on the coffee table. Jungkook took the leash off your dog while you simply stared at him. 

He noticed you staring and met your gaze. A small smile creeped onto his face as he looked at you, but it quickly turned into a frown. “You look exhausted.”

“It’s been really hard. I hate not having you around. I lost my best friend.”

“I guess your phone is still confiscated?” He took the first step towards you. You stared for only a second before closing the distance between the two of you with a hug. 

His warmth made you want to fall asleep right then and there. Your hands linked around his waist, holding him tightly to him. You could hear his heart beating as he put an arm around you and stroked your hair. You tried not to cry, but he was really in front of you. A sniffle escaped, and you pushed your face deeper into his embrace, lips brushing his neck. “I missed you so much,” you revealed, only tightening your hold on him. 

The two of you stayed together for a long moment before you reluctantly pulled away from his embrace and headed to the bedroom, so you could grab some clothes for your shower. “And yeah, I still don’t have my phone back.”

Jungkook knew what you were doing by heart, having had spent many nights with you, getting to know your routine like the back of his hand. It only took you a few minutes to shower tonight because you’d wanted to spend all the time with Jungkook that you could. It was when the two of you were laying in bed, TV show on low volume and dog cozily laying at your feet, that you finally felt like yourself again…all the exhaustion catching up to you at once. Even though you felt like you’d been run over by a truck, you were happy. 

“I should have fought to stay,” Jungkook admitted, playing with your damp hair that was falling onto your cheek. 

“No, I should have fought harder for you to stay,” you countered, breathing becoming heavier as you started to fall into a much needed sleep. You tried to stop it, but it was inevitable. 

“I’m planning on going back to the company tomorrow, so I hope it works in our favour,” Jungkook explained, but it was already too late because you’d fallen asleep in his arms. After placing a lingering kiss on your forehead, he turned off the TV and let himself get some sleep as well. 

• • • • • •

You barely awoke from your alarm that just sounded, feeling like you’d actually gotten a decent rest. It might have totally been from the man that was lightly snoring beside you. Not long after the first flutter of your eyes, there was a knock from outside tour door; it was Lee. “Get up, Y/N. We have to be in hair and makeup in forty five minutes!” Thankfully Lee always just knocked on your door.

“You have to leave already?” Jungkook’s morning voice was heaven to your ears, even though it was a groan of disapproval. He reached out to your and hugged you, pulling you into him before he took a deep breath, stifling a yawn. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, pushing away from him with all the willpower you had. You missed being with him like this. “Plus, I have to feed and let out my dog.”

“I’m going to the company today. I want my job back,” he started, sitting up and watching you as you walked to your closet to find a shirt and jeans. Continuing, he smirked, “and I want you back.”

“You never lost me, Kook.” You stared back at him, not willing to break the moment. But Lee did it with another bang on the door. “I’m coming! Let me brush my teeth,” you yelled, racing to the bathroom. He was not a patient man. 

“Maybe Jin will be lenient on me when I drop by later…”

“And maybe he’ll give me back my phone,” you mumbled through the toothpaste. Obviously, not having a phone didn’t stop Jungkook from coming to see you. Maybe Jin would see that. 

• • • • • •

Jin was stood outside the company, trying to collect himself before possibly turning around and forgetting about the whole thing. But he couldn’t do that. This was important to him. Money for his family and you were the two things that made him come back. He’d be lying if he didn’t say that this was the best job he’d ever had. 

The walk to Jin’s office was natural at this point, that he barely even had to think about where he was going. On the way, there were a few confused stares, probably wondering where he had been or why he was back, but he only stopped when a familiar face blocked his path: Namjoon. 

“Are you back or what?” He asked Jungkook, taking a sip of the iced coffee in his hand. He seemed to be acting a little protective. 

“I want to be back…I’m here to talk to Jin,” Jungkook revealed, trying to divert his attention from Namjoon’s hard gaze. 

“Y/N’s been out of it since you left.” He didn’t let up his ruse. 

“I didn’t leave, Namjoon. I wouldn’t have left. Jin fired me, but I want to be back.”

Namjoon had a hard time keeping his smile down after Jungkook’s words. “Well, don’t waste your time with me. Go get your job back.”

Jungkook sent him a grateful smile, looking down to the end of the hall where Namjoon had come from. He swallowed, nodding his head. His eyes went to Jin’s door. He had to push all his nervousness down if he wanted to really convince the big guy that he wasn’t going to regret it. 

He knocked on the door with confidence but it faltered once again when Jin told him to come in. Opening the door, the fact that the last time Jungkook had seen Jin had been when he fired him popped into his mind, but he was on a mission. Jin looked up, not surprised to see Jungkook standing in his office. If he was being honest, he was surprised that he hadn’t come earlier. 

When they made eye contact, it was like all the oxygen got sucked out of the air, Jungkook’s lungs empty. He bowed, but Jin barely acknowledged it. 

“Why are you here?” He asked, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed look on his face. Jungkook wasn’t able to read his expression or body language. It had generally been easy to tell what he was thinking, but right then, it was impossible. 

“I’ve come to ask for my job back,” Jungkook tried, trying to keep his confidence in tact. 

“What makes you think I’m going to give you your job back? Lee is great. He takes care of Y/N, and most importantly, he is married with three kids.”

Jungkook had to practically force himself to not argue straight away and stay calm and articulate. Of course, he could have commented on the fact that Lee still could make a move on Y/N if he really wanted to. Men. But, he decided to take a different route and talk about you. “Because I’ve seen what’s gone on with Y/N lately. She’s different, and she seems tires…Plus, Taehyung has been keeping me updated on how she’s doing.” He was a little skeptical about mentioning Tae to Jin, but he wanted Jin to know that he had the best intentions going into this. 

Something flashed across Jin’s face, and Jungkook realized that he’d hit the button right on the nose. Clearing his throat, Jin finally looked away from Jungkook, swivelling the chair, so he could look out his window. “It’s true she’s overworking herself—I won’t deny that, but that still does not change the fact that the two of you broke the rules. I already gave you time to be together. After all, I saw a tape. I didn’t just find out about it that morning.”

Jungkook was surprised. He had been sure that the two of them were careful. Before he could ask what video, Jin continued, “It was during a recording session…the two of you were holding hands and discussing your relationship.”

“Oh,” Jungkook looked down, deflated knowing that Jin had known and let them have some time together. His chances of getting his job back looked thin. 

The were a rumble outside the door, causing both men’s attention to fall to it. A shadow from beneath the closed door was clear. “Who’s outside my office?” Jin’s voice rose, clearly unimpressed that someone had been eavesdropping on their conversation. 

Namjoon timidly opened the door, blush clear on his face. He looked embarrassed and sorry. “I’m sorry…I just overheard a small part of your conversation before I knocked over the plant outside your door…If I may, can I say something?”

Jungkook stared at Namjoon like he’d grown two heads. Joon made brief eye contact with him and sent him a smile.

“Fine.” Although his body language showed disinterest, Jungkook was sure that Jin was interested in what Namjoon had to say, regardless of his stumble. 

“I speak for every artist I know in the company when I say that I’m okay if you bend the rules this time. Hear me out—we all knew about their being together for a while, and everyone was happy for them. You wouldn’t believe the shock when we found out that Jungkook had been sent home.”

Jin scrunched his eyebrows together. “So what you’re saying to me is that you think I should hired him back because nobody is going to say anything about their special treatment. In fact, they’re all encouraging it?”

“Essentially…and I know Y/N would become healthier again. She told me that she’s never trusted anyone as much as she trusts Jungkook, not even Lee.” 

Jungkook remained silent as he looked at the pair, deciding whether this interruption was going to work out in his favour. 

“Ok.”

Jungkook stilled, unsure whether he heard Jin correctly. “What?”

“You’re rehired, kid,” Jin concluded, waving his hands in the air. 

Namjoon clapped Jungkook on the back, almost pushing him over. He was practically in shock. “That’s it? You’re not going to grill me any more or make me break up with Y/N if I come back?” Was all me managed in his state.

“Do you want me to do those things?” Jin challenged, picking up his phone and tapping it a few times before putting it against his ear. “Yes, tell Lee to come see me straight away.” Digging through his desk drawer, Jin also gave Jungkook a phone, your phone to be exact, before he finally said, “Go find her.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice as he raced out the door, practically tripping over Namjoon in the process. He made his way to hair and makeup because you were filming a dance practice video later today, so you’d be getting ready for that. He didn’t even bother knocking on the door before barging in. He was right when he guessed you’d be sitting in your chair eyes closed and enjoying the few moments of relaxation until you had to get back to your day. 

“What do you need, Lee?” You asked, not opining your eyes. 

“Actually, it’s me,” he whispered from just above your shoulder. You opened your eyes, making eye contact with him through the mirror. 

“A-are you allowed to be here?” You asked, hastily turning around to see him and make sure what you were seeing was correct. 

Jungkook smiled, taking a spare chair and sitting next to you. He motioned for the makeup artist to continue her work while he answered you, “I just spoke to Jin, and I’m rehired. He’s talking to Lee as we speak.”

“You mean…you’re MY bodyguard again? You’re not going to be assigned to someone else?” You had to close your eyes again, so you couldn’t see his face, unfortunately. 

“I’m all yours, baby,” he whispered in your ear, causing you to smile. “But from this moment on, I’m back to being professional.”

You had to force back a laugh at him because you knew he was going to stick by what he said. And if you were being honest with yourself, you were all right with professional Jungkook. He was pretty hot. 

“Did he say anything about us dating?” You asked outright. You heard Jungkook clear his throat, clearly surprised by your blunt question. 

“I cannot say much about that here, but I can assure you that everything will return to how it was before I left,” he politely answered. You could tell that he was now no longer sitting in the chair but standing further away. 

You did have to get away from the distraction and continue getting ready. You were filming a music video today, and unless you wanted to be there until 5 am, you had to get a move on. Thankfully, Jimin took your dog for the day to keep her company. 

There was silence in the room for the next 20 minutes, but you could hardly wipe the smile off your face. Jungkook was back with you. You already started to feel more like yourself again. 

“Yes, CEO, she’s smiling again,” you heard him quietly whisper to someone, you assumed through his headset. You knew you weren’t supposed to have heard it. 

• • • • • •

*one month later*

Nobody was supposed to have known that you were leaving that day, but still, the airport was full of fans and paparazzi trying to get close and take photos of you. Jungkook was a few feet behind you, keeping fans away while Lee was doing the same from a few feet in front of you. As it turned out, Lee was still a part of your crew, which was constantly growing with your popularity.

You tried your best to sign a few autographs and smile for some pictures, but in reality, you were exhausted. You’d barely gotten any sleep last night, and you had just put in a full day of rehearsal and work. The last thing you wanted to be was cooperative. 

This, however, did not work much in your favour because just as you were finished signing an autograph, a “fan” somehow managed to push you sideways. They had more force than you were expecting, and you fell to the ground faster than Jungkook or Lee could catch you. 

You’d never been super graceful, and the way you’d landed perfectly demonstrated that. Actually, the angle at which you fell caused your body to contort and hurt your arm. You tried to breathe through the pain, but there was definitely something wrong. You knew right away that you’d either broken or dislocated your shoulder. You didn’t want to cry in front of anyone, but it fucking hurt so that’s what you did through your quick breaths. 

You laid on the ground for a long moment, a silence taking over the crowd before Jungkook came down to meet you. “What’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?”

You couldn’t answer any of his questions right away because he didn’t give you any time. Tears were slipping down your eyes and he quickly wiped them away. “M-my shoulder,” you managed, clenching his jacket with your hand. 

“Lee, call someone or something!” Jungkook demanded, shifting you so you were in less pain. 

“We should take her to the hospital, Jeon,” Lee said, already dialling Jin. 

You didn’t notice it then, but the way that Jungkook was holding you wasn’t like the regular way a body guard reacted to his job. You only realized when you say the multiple pictures that people had posted about the event. 

“Kookie,” you whispered, closing your eyes and putting your face into his neck, hoping he’d somehow make it all better in a second, “I’m so dizzy. I can’t see anything.”

“Shh…you’ll be okay. I’m going to take you to the hospital okay? Can you walk?”

“The car is out front,” Lee added, as he kept the road away from the two of you still. 

You didn’t answer Jungkook, but you attempted to stand on your own. It was a failed attempt, considering you were still nausea and everything was blurry. Jungkook pulled you into him, trying to help you stay balanced. At this point you were no longer crying, but the pain pretty much took over your entire ability to move. You were a wimp. You knew it. 

“C’mon, I’ll help you to the car,” he whispered in your ear. 

• • • • • •

“It’s all over the internet,” Jin said as you sat in front of his desk with your stupid sling. 

“What is?” You’d just gotten out of the hospital yesterday, taking a few days before you fly out to where you were headed before.

He turned his computer monitor towards you to show you the pictures of you and Jungkook in the airport, looking more like a couple than an idol and bodyguard. 

“Oh, those are quite the pictures…” you trailed off, looking at them more closely. You were going to be in BIG trouble. 

“I was going to give you the talk, but you and Jungkook have been very very good lately. Nobody has suspected a thing until now, and surprisingly, the reception has been positive. I think it’s mostly because of the way he’s treated you. So I’ve decided we’re not making any kind of comment on the situation. You and Jungkook will continue on as you are. This could be good. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s quite popular with your fans, both because of his looks and how he takes care of you.”

The only thing that you registered out of that was that Jungkook would stay by you, and you didn’t have to be alone again. 

Jungkook stood right outside the door, listening to every word that the two of you were saying. He’d been on edge since the airport because he’d failed at his job. He started to doubt whether he was good enough to protect you after all. 

At that moment, before he could self-deprecate too much, you poked your head outside the door. “Let’s go somewhere,” you said, taking his hand and dragging him to your studio. Jungkook remained stoic the entire way there, but when the door shut, he managed a small smile. “I’m not getting sacked?”

You looked up at him through your lashes, biting your lip. “You still have your job.”

He held your face with his hands, pulling you closer to him. “But I failed to keep you safe.” He didn’t look into your eyes. 

“It was a fluke. I practically fell on my own. I’m fine. Please don’t do this to me again. We’ve talked about this already, love,” you countered, letting your free hand snake around his waist. “Now, are you gonna kiss me, or what?” 

Jungkook cracked a small smile, nudging your nose with his. You guessed it didn’t take much to convince him…or distract him. 

Kissing Jungkook never quite felt the same, in a very good way. It was never boring, and you never knew what to expect. Every time, a fresh wave of butterflies flew in your stomach and a new feeling blossomed in your heart. Every kiss with him felt as if it was the first one. 

He pushed you towards your couch, where you’d shared your first real kiss together. You wanted to do everything and anything with him at that moment, but only having one arm made you frustrated. 

Jungkook laid you down, careful not to hurt your shoulder. You were on meds, so it wasn’t too bad. You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him to you. 

“I’ve missed you. You’ve been so busy lately. I feel like we haven’t had much time together,” he confided to say between kisses. You hummed, putting your hand under his shirt, feeling the warm skin underneath that you craved. He quickly shucked off his jacket and threw his shirt over his head.

He looked at you for quite some time before kissing your cheeks as you shamelessly felt up his toned muscles, slowly making his way down your jaw to your neck. You leaned back, giving him more access. You were expecting everything to go further, finally getting the time with your boyfriend that you so desperately needed, but he stopped and admitted into your neck, “my mom called me earlier, and she wants to meet you.”

The last thing you wanted was to think about was his mother. What a mood killer. 

“Jungkook…”

• • • • • •

MASTERLIST

[ikonct95]

imagine accidentally calling your ikon bf ‘jagi’

@flacreignorance said: Hello 💕 Can i suggest something ? Ikon reactions to their girlfriend is an idol too, their relation is secret but both of their group are in a TV Show and their girlfriend make a huge miskate like calling him “Jagi” or taking his hand something like that ? Thank you and sorry for my typos of mistakes I’m not an English speaker

A/N: Hi hun! I’m so sorry for the delay!! I hope you like this and dont worry, your english is fine ^^

Hanbin

It happened during a remake of Star Golden Bell featuring 3rd and 4th generation kpop idols and groups. You and one of your group members were sitting on the far right column in the middle. Yoo Jae-Seok had asked You if you had a boyfriend, what would you call him? You put your finger on your lips in mock thought before you replied, “Jagi.” Without a second pass, Hanbin, who was sitting on the second column on the left side, absent mindedly  replied, “Nae sa-rang?”. Suddenly, all eyes were on Hanbin who took a while to realize his mistake. His eyes widened as his tongue darted to lick his lips in nervousness. You bit your lip and closed your eyes, hoping that no one would say anything. But, alas, luck was not on your side as Yoo Jae-Seok, who was hiding his smirk behind the cards, asked Hanbin, “Excuse me, why did you call her my love? Is she your girlfriend?” his tone of voice was scandalous.

Hanbin chuckled to ease the tension and to ignore the teasing comments from the other idols, quickly glancing your way before saying, “No, it’s not that!” he waved his hands in defense, well aware at the sweat that was forming in his temple, “I was writing lyrics in my head and I didn’t realize I said it out loud.”

Jae-Seok made a sound of utter disbelief while You resisted smacking your head at your boyfriend’s answer. Right when Jae-Seok was about to reply, Bobby came to the rescue by answering, “He does that sometimes.” His laugh was loud, “He even does it in his sleep!” all the other guests joined in on Bobby’s comment. Ailee, who was also on star golden bell, nodded her head as she said, “It happens to me too!”

And with that said, the topic was quickly changed into something about being empty headed. If anyone had paid attention, they would have seen You and Hanbin sharing a look of relief.

Junhoe

For their latest comeback and as a way to promote their newest song, Goodbye Road, iKon were invited to appear on Doni and Coni’s Idol Room variety show. On one of the segments, fans were allowed to leave voice messages to the members. The one they were listening to belonged to, “Junhoe oppa~” You called out cutely, “You looked very handsome during this comeback! Could you please sing some parts of the song? Saranghae Jagiya!” And the line went dead.

“Wait a minute,” Coni, who was sharp as ever, said as he eyed Junhoe who hadn’t realized the mistake, “Jagiya?” the plump made gave him a look of confusion while scratching his head.

“Is she your girlfriend?” Doni asked in a teasing voice.

“Yes, she is.” Junhoe replied calmly.

The other members looked at Junhoe sharply, Hanbin ready to come up with an explanation while Jinhwan was about to tell the editors of the show to cut out that part when Junoe said, “All iKonics are my girlfriends.” he smiled brightly into the camera.

“You sly dog.” Coni commented and playfully punched his shoulder. Junhoe had a look smugness while he shrugged his shoulders.

“You must be one of the popular one in iKon.” Doni stated as he eyed the members behind his sunglass.

“He wishes.” Donghyuk snorted.

And just like that, the members got into a playful argument on whose the most popular member in the group.

Bobby

Seungri had asked You to be at his club around noon. You didn’t know why he wanted you there, especially when you were both from different companies. But, nonetheless, you went to the location just five minutes late.

The club has dim lightening as you walked to center of the dance floor and waited for the owner to arrive. As you waited, You noticed cameramen scattered around.

“Excuse me,” You called out to one of them, “Are we filming something?”

A camerawoman with short hair answered you with, “Seungri is filming for his new show, YG Future Strategy Office.” You nodded your head and smiled in thanks.

 Seconds later, the door opened and in walked Seungri with iKon walking behind him. The remaining member of Big Bang gave you a friendly hug in greeting and stepped aside so that you could also greet ikon. 

When it came to Bobby, you smiled brightly because you haven’t seen your boyfriend in a while, “Honey~” You said as you opened your arms wide to hug the brown haired boy but his wide eyes made you freeze in your steps and realize your mistake, “I mean...” You could feel all eyes on you as you quickly tried to correct yourself, “I’m inviting you all to eat honey cake.” You laughed awkwardly as you looked at everyone.

Seungri, who had a look of suspicion, eyed you and Bobby, “Are you paying?” he asked. When You nodded, he quickly smiled and began explaining that You were asked to come to the club to challenge iKon. 

Jinhwan

It happened on Running Man with Jinhwan. Half of iKon with the half of your own group were invited as guests for the ultimate dodge ball challenge. You were trying to doge the speeding red balls but almost tripped when Jinhwan quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you up. For the next couple of minutes, he kept holding on to You as you both dodged the red balls.

“I didn’t know we were supposed to be couples!” Lee Kwang-Soo, who was on your team, shouted as he tried to dodge the balls Jong-Kook was throwing at him.

“That’s not fair!” Jihyo shouted from the other team while pointing an accusing finger at you.

“What, are you using the show to have your date?” Haha commented from behind you. You blushed brightly then dropped Jinhwan’s hand. “No, he was just being nice.” You chuckled at him.

“There’s no time to be boyfriend and girlfriend.” Kwang-Soo shouted as he threw a ball at Jihyo. “Pick up a ball and fight!!” and just like that, all teasing stopped and the war continued.

Yunhyeong

It was during the MAMA awards when You held Yunhyeong’s hand and placed it on your lap, unaware of the camera that was being directed at you and had captured the whole encounter.

The fans’ scream was what made you realize that you had grabbed your boyfriend’s hand in public. Quickly, You grabbed onto your group members hand while Yunhyeong grabbed onto Hanbin and waved frantically at the camera. As if to say, ‘Look, we’re all friends.”

But both your phones blew up after the awards show with people asking if you two were actually dating.

“What have I done?” You moaned out loud while placing your head on Yunhyeong’s shoulder.

“They were going to find out sooner or later.” the blonde replied, soothingly rubbing your hand.

“I know that it’s just...” You struggled to find the right words.

“You don’t want us ending up like E’dwan and Hyuna?” He voiced your concern.

Being an idol was difficult. Being an idol and being in a romantic relationship with another idol was maddening. You were constantly watched so you couldn’t have the luxury of dating secretly. And if you decided to be public, many of people will hate you. Not your fans, but the ones who actually believe that they will date you one day. You can almost see the hate comments on your instagram comment section.

“It will all work out.” Yunhyeong reassured you and kissed your forehead.

Donghyuk

Your group and iKon were invited to a game show that involved couple challenges. The first challenge was for the boys to seduce the girl and if she likes him, she’ll give him a rose.

Of course, your boyfriend whom you’ve been secretly dating for a year and a half, decided to seduce you. And what better way of doing that than by showing off his provocative Western style dancing.

The music that was playing sounded sensual yet up beat as he danced in the center before strutting towards you before doing a body wave that was followed by a sinful roll of his hips.

You felt your face heat up so you quickly punched him playfully, “Jagiya!” You squealed at the blonde. Luckily, the music was too loud so no one actually heard you. But Donghyuk did so he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows before walking off to the sound of the cheers from his members and the hosts.

Chanwoo

It was during ikon tv when You one day walked into Chanwoo’s apartment and calling out to him, “Yeobo?” 

He had texted you earlier to visit him since the rest of ikon were out and he missed you.

As you ventured further into the apartment, You were surprised to see Chanwoo with Bobby and  Yunhyeong, along with serval cameramen.

Your boyfriend who was sitting between his group mates, sheepishly smiled at you before asking, “What are you doing here?”

Confused, you replied, “You asked me to be here?” your voice held uncertainty as you looked between everyone.

“We know you have a girlfriend, Chanwoo.” Bobby commented as he sat down on the couch.

“You do?” Both you and Chanwoo asked in surprised.

“No offense but the both of you suck at pretending.” Yunhyeong commented as he walked past you and into the kitchen.

“But what about?” You asked while looking at the cameramen.

Bobby waved your worries away, “They weren’t filming anything and they are bounding by contract not to reveal anything off camera.” that eased your worries a little.

“So,” Chanwoo said while looking at you, “wanna chill in my room?”

[rkdoyoung]

✧ ✧ ✧  ━━━━━━━  & 헤어질 준비가 안됐어, WAIT A MINUTE                                               기다림은 너무 길은데 HAS NO LIMIT   —                                 TELL ME WHAT IS LOVE by D.O & YOO YOUNG JIN

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he’s rooted in place after hearing his name, mind spinning, dizzying, making everything seem so surreal. he doesn’t even know how to react, nothing but a vague smile on his lips and the slow clapping of hands, and though he can’t see himself, he know he’s got an unmistakable look of disbelief on his face, but he can’t manage to shake it. there’s so much talent in the room, even from the fifty who have been eliminated, that he can’t believe he’s made it through.

but then it hits him. he’s heard his own name, hears hyojin’s, has heard every single name announced that’s moving on to the next stage, but the one name he wishes he’s heard, even above his own, is kim seungmin. eyes immediately dart to his side, only to find that seungmin has already made his way out. mindlessly, jooyoung follows after his little brother, guilt and panic and empathy all flow through his veins in a heavy concoction, clouding his mind as he reaches out and grabs his brother by the arms to stop him.

tears, he expected, perhaps anger, a deep frown, something, but what he gets is an inexplicably blank expression. jooyoung doesn’t know what to do. he’s never known what to do, and perhaps that’s one of his greatest flaws, and definitely one of his greatest regrets. he’s never known what to do with seungmin, how to fix this gap that’s only been growing over the years, how to make up for all the time he’d thrown out the window when he was living overseas and away from his family. he doesn’t know.

so he does what comes to mind first. he draws his brother into a hug, only holding onto him tighter when the younger struggles against him, and the crying starts and all jooyoung can do is continue to hold him in his arms and wait. wait as seungmin sobs and cries and lets out all his frustrations and anger and disappointment. there’s nothing he can say to help the situation at this very moment, so he remains silent, hoping he’s helping, even if just a little bit.

after it seems seungmin has calmed down a bit, jooyoung goes to find hyojin, and the three of them get into the car. it’s a quiet ride, and seungmin is still wordless even as he gets out of the car and into his apartment. to see his own little brother like that, to be so clueless as to how to help, how to make it easier or better, it breaks his heart.

if there were some way he could trade places right now, to give up his spot so that seungmin could move on, he would. he would give it up in a heartbeat.

but as cruel as it sounds, the show must go on, and he has a lot of work to do. he has to keep going, try even harder, make it as far as he can because seungmin couldn’t, because they had denied his little brother the opportunity he deserved, and yet here he was, so against living the idol lifestyle he wasn’t even sure if he’d take a contract. no one could ever be sure that if he hadn’t auditioned at all, it would mean seungmin would have gotten in, but it doesn’t matter. now he has has to continue on. he has to make it count.

he dedicates a whole night after work to going through his music library, letting it play on shuffle, writing down potential songs to sing for the next episode. he’s gone through several sheets of paper filled with lines and lines of songs, and he’s begun to think he’d have to spend another night doing just this, but then that song begins to play. a smile slowly curves on his lips and his body begins to sway to the smooth r&b tempo. it’s one hundred percent his style, but still palatable for the general public, and is a song that would be able to showcase his vocal talents more than the previous song’s mashup.

the rest of the week he spends practicing, using every chance he has to sing: at work, he’s working his vocal cords between clients and during meal breaks, at home, he’s belting during chores, cooking, and he swears he’s even begun singing in his sleep. for the first time in his life, he’s even started practicing in front of a mirror, watching his expressions, making sure he’s giving off exactly the impression he wishes.

the day before the recording he spends trying to relax, hoping it’ll help him with his nerves for the actual day of the episode filming. he calls off of work and sleeps in for most of the morning, then spends lunch at a dog cafe for a couple of hours before heading home to play some video games. before bed, he has a cup of herbal tea and even puts on a face mask, something he hadn’t done in months due to pure laziness about skin care.

the day of the recording, he manages to remain calm on the drive there, but as soon as he’s standing outside of the building, he’s hit with a wave of memories that brings back every nervous emotion he’d experienced on the first broadcast filming. the amount of contestants left is only half of what it had been, making the space seem bigger and him feel smaller.

the most notable difference, though, is that his little brother is still nowhere to be found. this ignites a newfound sense of invigoration within him, reminds him that he has someone to perform for, even if seungmin won’t be watching. with a sharp inhale, he walks inside and takes an empty seat.

while waiting for the show to begin, he sees a shadow come over him, and he stares upward to see none other than choi minho, the man whose man tiddiez he’d been blabbering about in the interviews last week (thank god they hadn’t aired any of that). immediately, an almost nervous smile blooms on his face as he bows in greeting.

“hey, do you have ig?”

the question posed to him throws him off for a split second, because it’s not what he expects at all. after a short recovery, he nods his head. “yeah, @iankim,” he responds. it’s not long until his phone chimes, and he fishes it out of pocket to see not only a friend request, but a dm notification as well.

can i slide into that seat next to you like i slid into ur dms

he bursts out into laughter at the message, nodding his head in confirmation as he sweeps his hand over the empty seat next to him. “it’s all yours, man,” he says rather than types back. he takes the next few moments to go through the man’s instagram before casually leaning over with a cheeky grin to say, “anyone ever tell you that you’re a thirst trap?”

he’s glad for the distraction that minho’s presence provides as they go through each other’s instagrams and make fun of each other’s posts because time goes by quickly, and before he knows it, the time for the performances to start has begun. he tries his best to keep his energy at a steady medium, but the closer it gets to his turn to perform, the more nervous he gets. he’s done auditions before, but it’s never been this bad, fists wound up tight in an effort to keep himself from falling apart.

hyojin goes up just before he does, and he gives just as much gusto cheering for his cousin as he did last week, perhaps even more now that he has one last person to cheer for and embarrass. he’s thankful that he has someone he knows going before him; it gives him a sense of home, as if they’re both just hanging out at a family gathering, singing without any of the pressure, enjoying themselves.

when it finally comes his turn to perform, he takes a deep breath and looks to his left side to see mason sitting there. for some reason, his fellow contestant’s presence helps calm him even more, the thought of their exchanges earlier pulling an amused smile onto his face. just as he’s about to make his way on stage, his phone vibrates in his pocket, and he has half a mind to ignore it. there’s something tugging at his heartstrings, though, and he chooses to pull it out as he’s walking toward the stage. what he sees fills him with a renewed strength and confidence, and a wide grin blooms on his face as he texts his little brother back.

the first two times, he’d used his guitar as a crutch, using it for comfort and as a sort of buffer in case they decided his voice alone wasn’t good enough, but this time, he’s left both his instruments at home, and he hopes his decision to do so won’t come around to bite him in the ass. this time, it’s just him, the audience, the microphone, and his voice, and he hopes it’s enough.

“hey, what’s up? it’s me, ya boi. kim jooyoung.” he introduces himself again, apparently never tiring of making references to videos or movies he’s scene that may or may not go over the judges’ heads. “i intend to show a different side of me today. i hope you like this side, too.”

with a smile, he settles into place, and the music begins. the intro is filled with adlibs by the original singers, and he takes liberties with the section, deciding to completely forego the original and go with his own adlibs and vocal runs, putting his own flare and feeling into it, showcasing what he thinks is the best of his abilities while still keeping up with the natural tempo and feel of the song.

나를 사랑하지 않는 너를 잊은 채 as i forgot about you who doesn’t love me 하고 싶었던 모든걸 하고 살아도 i live doing everything that i wanted to do 머릿속에 넌 절대 지워지지가 않아 i can’t ever erase you from my head 도대체 why?

he’s never quite experienced the exact feelings the lyrics portray in the song, but he’s definitely felt that deep emotional rut before, of being unable to forget, of being haunted by memories he’d no longer be able to experience. he channels that instead, using his tumultuous ups and downs with his search for fame and fortune as the emotional basis for his performance. after all, that feeling of hitting rock bottom is the same for everyone, no matter the source.

대답 없는 널 자꾸 불러도 i keep calling for you but you’re answerless 메아리만 돌아와… and only echoes keep coming back to me…

he immerses himself in this universe, of being left in the dark by someone or something that he loves, the loneliness, the denial, the hatred and anger. his eyes close as he sings, his hands coming up to grasp at the microphone, seeming to caress it as he sings into it. his eyes open, gazing directly into the camera as he cups the microphone in one hand as the other goes down to grasp at the actual stand, holding onto it tightly as if he would never let go. it’s a stand in for what he sings and yearns for in the song, using the microphone as a prop to further engage the audience and himself.

내 눈을 보며 말했던 like you told me while gazing into my eyes 두 글자가 낙인처럼 아파 와 the two letters hurt like humiliation 내 맘이 그걸 알게 됐는데 my heart finally knows oh, tell me, what is love? tell me, what is love?

the chorus serves as a natural climax to his performance, emotions escalating as the push behind the lyrics does, his body swaying naturally to the rhythm. his inexperience with love helps here as he asks the question of what love is because he is certainly unsure, in all aspects, of what love is. 

tell me what is love

as the song comes to a close, he belts out one last adlib, holding the final note and letting it fall in an effortless decrescendo just as the music does. once both the music and the sound of his voice have completely disappeared, he allows his hands to slide off the microphone and drop to his sides, still in character, dejected and alone.

he stands there for a few moments, basking in it all, absorbing the moment to remember it forever, not knowing if this will be his final performance on this stage or not.

he may not know what he’d do if given the opportunity to sign with a company or not, but he’s certain of one thing: he doesn’t want this to end, and perhaps that’s a sign. perhaps it doesn’t matter how or with whom he signs.

perhaps, in the end, he’s happy as long as he’s performing. any stage is enough.

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The Sex Contract - Chapter 10

Genre: friends to lovers au / friends with benefits / mature content / romance / angst

Characters: Shim Changmin x Kaia Ashton (OC)

A/N: Due to the overwhelming request I have followed your encouragement to bring back one of my older stories. This was back in a time where OCs were everything and writing one chapter in each main’s point of view was the trend. I hope that even though I have edited this drastically, that you can appreciate this story comes from my older style of writing. I definitely still read this often and find it enjoyable so I hope you will too.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 - FINAL

Chapter 10 – Kaia’s POV.

Kaia was officially sick. She missed work for the following two days, feeling as if she had been hit by a truck. After the third day however, Kaia had endured more than enough of being in bed and sleeping it off that she hauled herself off to the nearest pharmacy and bought more cold medicine before heading off to work. She was shivering in her warm clothing despite everyone else on the train being in their summer outfits and by the time she arrived at work, Kaia wondered if she had made such a wise decision.

“Woah, Kaia!” Keith stared at her wide-eyed as she walked into the office, and he rushed to my side. “Should you have come in today? Sungra said when she visited you that you were quite sick but I didn’t realise just how much.”

“I’m fine,” she assured, waving off his concern and heading to her desk. Her eyes had already locked on another person in the room, the girl smiling sympathetically. Kaia smiled back, flashes of the other day returning to her mind. Despite being ill, Abby’s behaviour had stuck out the entire time. Kaia knew she needed answers, and hoped she could get some alone time with the girl during the day.

She turned away from her thoughts as she heard her name and smiled at Sungra who now stood beside her. “I told you to stay at home until you were better!”

“I’m not contagious, so don’t worry. I have plenty of medicine too,” Kaia assured, reaching into her bag and pulling the medicine bag out. Shaking it a little, she smiled again. “Besides, Korean news never stops. I can only imagine the backload already.”

Kaia sat down and settled into her work, her mind now focused on the task at hand. She enjoyed her job so much that she almost forgot she was sick until a cough racked through her chest.

“Not that sick huh?”

“Sung, it’s just a cough, I’m not dying,” Kaia retorted and heard a chuckle come from one of the junior members.

“No, but after what I just found, I believe Changmin is,” Hyurin mentioned and Kaia snapped her focus to the girl. “He apparently is sick over in Japan.”

“Really? Oh no, the poor guy, how untimely!”

Sungra nodded at Minah’s exclamation. “I hope it doesn’t interfere with his promotional work. Where on earth would he get a cold from?”

Kaia could feel her cheeks burning and she swallowed roughly, which caused her to struggle with another loud cough. When she looked up again, Kaia noticed a set of eyes were focused on her.

Abby smirked. “Colds just must be making their way around, right Kai? You must sympathise with Changmin right now.”

“Uh sure,” she managed to squeak out, gulping down some of her water and then cringing at how hard it was to swallow it all. She cleared my throat. “Must be the upcoming season.”

Looking back at her computer screen, Kaia tried to settle herself down and then thought back to the statement Changmin had made regarding his health that night. Smiling, she made a mental note to contact the idol on her next break.

“We really need to stop meeting like this,” a voice said after the toilet flushed behind her and a sense of déjà vu coursed through Kaia’s veins as Abby stepped towards the sink. She smiled brightly at her as Kaia placed her phone back into her pocket. “Are you feeling any better?”

“I am, thanks.”

“Good.” She started to wash her hands. “Funny how Changmin’s sick too right now. He must know your friend Max, right? Or perhaps he’s the same guy?”

“E-excuse me?!” Kaia spluttered out, watching as Abby’s face broke out into a grin.

“I KNEW IT! You know Changmin!” she exclaimed and Kaia placed her hand over Abby’s mouth, darting her eyes around the area. She struggled to remove Kaia’s hand. “Don’t worry; I checked the cubicles before when I followed you in. I can’t believe you’ve kept this from me!”

“Says the girl who is dating Kim Junsu.” It was Abby’s turn to let her features flood with colour, and Kaia smirked as she poked her playfully. “How could you keep that from me?!”

“It’s not like I wanted to, he told me if we wanted this I had to remain silent about it! We work in the business, you know as well as I do if anyone catches wind of this, we’re doomed.” Abby then poked her back. “But you have a lot to answer for, now I know where you disappear off to. Is it friendship or something more?”

Kaia blushed lightly. “I’m an English teacher at SME in my spare time.”

“You devil!” Abby exclaimed and Kaia giggled, the pair both smiling at one another. Kaia could tell Abby felt as relieved as she did now having someone who knew her secret.

They went to step out of the bathroom, still laughing together until they found someone standing in front of them with wide eyes. Keith pointed at them both and tilted his head, unable to bring himself to speak. Exchanging a look with Abby, Kaia lurched towards him, her hand going over his mouth.

“If you tell anyone what you just heard you’re in big trouble, got it?” Abby hissed and he nodded his head, and Kaia loosened her grip.

“Your secrets are safe with me, as long as you tell me everything.”

“Ah, I felt like I was dying to the point I wanted nothing more than to sleep forever! I couldn’t even eat, Kaia! Why did you have to get sick?!” Changmin complained as she came into his room with the bowl of popcorn she had just prepared. Rolling her eyes, Kaia placed it next to the Korean who immediately started shovelling the snack into his mouth.

“It appears your appetite is fine now,” she observed and he shot her a look as she sat down and picked up the controller. “And besides, what happened to you being in top form huh? I told you I’d go home so you didn’t get sick.”

“It was a very powerful strand of illness, clearly,” he stated strongly, and then motioned towards the screen. “Hurry up and choose a car to drive.”

“I just sat down,” Kaia spoke back in the same tone he’d just used, but did his biddings, hitting the x on the controller when she had decided. They started to race and became focused on that for a while before taking a break. Her fingers hurt from not playing videos games in a while, though it was tradition for Changmin and Kaia to have a games night whenever he returned to Seoul from his jet setting schedule. Although he had been back for two days from Japan, this was the first time either of them had enough time to dedicate to the ritual.

“So, did you miss me?” he asked with a smirk as they watched the animation front page to the gameplay across the large television. He shifted closer. “With Oppa gone, you must have been so lonely.”

“Oppa?!” Kaia screeched and grabbed his pillow to beat him with it. “You sickening bastard! I’m only two months younger than you and you use Oppa on me?! Ugh!”

“I thought you liked the whole Oppa talk since you are addicted to them dramas,” he teased and Kaia growled, beating him some more. He fell back on the bedding and she used it to her advantage, climbing over his waist and continuing to beat him with the pillow.

“I am not one of them whiny girls who cry out Oppa at men. Have I ever called either you or Yunho that? I’m not Korean for one!”

Changmin chuckled underneath her, finding the situation amusing. “Like I would ever want to you to call me that. This is me you’re talking to. I get enough Changmin-oppa from my fans, let alone needing it from you.”

“Oh really?” Kaia said and leaned down to his face. “Oppaaa.”

“Quit it. Ugh, why did I start this?”

“Oppaaaa,” she repeated with a giggle and Changmin groaned heavily. “Oppa, this is so much fun. I just love playing games with you.”

“Let’s play a different one then,” he urged, grabbing her wrists and yanking them so her body fell on top of his. Kaia’s eyes widened as his laugh vibrated against her body. “What? Aren’t I playing my role right? You say Oppa and I’m meant to fall for it.”

“Yunho’s home you fool, that’s why I reacted like that.”

“So? Yunho is a man, he understands the carnal desires very well,” he pointed out and Kaia closed her eyes as Changmin’s mouth found the side of her neck. He kissed a trail down to where her shoulder curved into her neck and Kaia let out a deep breath before snapping her eyes open.

“No.”

“No?” he repeated against her skin, his lips spreading into a smile. “Your body is saying yes.”

“I can’t with Yunho in the house Min, it feels wrong!”

He let out an annoyed groan. “Come on Kai, I haven’t had any in well over a week now.”

“Maybe it’s good for you to learn how to pace yourself,” she told him and he thumped the bed in irritation. Propping herself up, Kaia climbed off his waist and picked up her controller. Changmin didn’t move. “Besides, I thought you had the company of a great female whilst gone, Minnie. Or is Kaori Kimura not to your tastes?”

“How did you know?!” He sat up at her piece of information and then shook his head. “That woman is a witch.”

“How so?”

“She might be one of Japan’s leading models at the moment, but she’s very dominant. I tried to escape her attention four times, but she just wouldn’t relent. There’s only so much superficial bantering that I can muster and she wore me out.”

Kaia smirked. “Not what the pictures show.”

“In case you aren’t aware, I’ve been a professional for a very long time Kai, it’s my job to make things appear like magic.”

“Ah, is that what it’s meant to be? Well, couldn’t you magic me up a handsome man that makes me see stars when we kiss, oh great Wizard?” Kaia asked with a laugh and Changmin grabbed her and then leaned down to kiss her.

“I’ll make you see stars once I’m done with you,” he murmured and she knew her previous concern for Yunho was now out the window, though she pouted and hit his shoulder playfully all the same.

“I said someone handsome!”

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My Idol 2: Part Fifteen

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My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

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His knitted brows settled as he set eyes on your face. With shoulders visibly relaxing, he let out a soft sigh. “Hi.” 

“What...what are you doing here?” you hissed, reaching forward to grip the collar of his coat. You tugged him in with a swift motion and slammed the door behind him. “Are you crazy?” 

“Well, I feel like that question is subjective,” he nodded. Leaning against the wall, he popped off his shoes before strolling down your hall. “So this is where you live?” 

“Yes, and I didn’t invite you in for coffee and a chat,” you grumbled, following closely behind him. 

“You DID pull me into your apartment, sorry to assume,” he chuckled, halting at your kitchen counters and plopping onto one of the bar stools. “Should I go back outside then?” 

“No, yes, no-” you gasped, bringing your hands to your temples. “You literally just missed the production crew. Yoongi, we aren’t supposed to meet outside of the dates. It’s in the contr-”

“Hell with the contract. Rules are made to be broken,” he sighed, glancing you up and down for the first time. “Nice cast by the way.” 

“Why are you here?” you repeated. 

“So...upon further reflection,” he hummed. “What I did...on our date...was incredibly and solidly stupid.” 

“Took you six more episodes to figure that one out, did it?” you muttered. “You don’t get a do over.” 

“Well, I mean technically if I make it to the next round...” he trailed. 

“Yoongi,” you groaned. “So what? You came here to let me know you made a bad decision? I already knew that.”

“Gee thanks,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I came here to figure out how to make it up to you.” 

“It’s a little late for that,” you sighed. “Plus...to be honest. It wasn’t all bad.”

“It wasn’t?” he winced. 

“Well, once we got to the rooftop, and I talked myself out of pushing you off of it,” you muttered. 

“You wouldn’t commit homicide on television,” he grinned. 

“You’d be surprised what I would and wouldn’t do,” you grumbled. “There’s nothing to make up for, Yoongi. It is what it is. That is my first memory of you. The following memories are a lot better than that one, but I can’t erase it. Neither can you.” 

“Maybe...” he sighed, hopping from the stool and standing in front of you. “Maybe I can help make new memories then?” 

“You sure you want to do that without the cameras here?” you muttered. “The audience is what decides who moves on to the next round...not me.” 

“It’s not about them,” he grumbled, visibly hurt. “It’s about you...and how you feel about me.” 

“Feelings are pending,” you sighed. 

“Just...let me try,” he whispered, taking a step toward you. Biting his lip, his face grew close to yours. You winced before setting a polite hand on his chest. 

“Kissing me isn’t going to solve anything,” you said quietly. “It will only just complicate things.” 

“I like complicated,” he hummed, leaning in nonetheless. You felt your resolve weaken for a moment, your heart aching at the idea of how badly Yoongi must have felt to take the effort to travel to your place tonight. He risked getting seen, and more importantly, getting caught. This was important enough to him to make an effort. 

You closed your eyes before you could think better of it, knowing the two of you could very well not even have a potential future with one another. His lips rested softly on yours, hardly applying any pressure. With motions slow and gentle, he provided the reassurance that his words could not. Warmth spread from his lips and onto yours, spiderwebbing across your face and down your body. It was an act that made you hope...

...but also frightened you to your core. 

Pulling from him, his eyes fluttered open as yours did, a lazy, but cocky smile appearing on his mouth. 

“Yoongi,” you whispered, barely able to speak. “You have to go.” 

“Wait, what-” he croaked. His eyes widened in surprise. “But we-” 

“You have to go,” you repeated, pushing him toward the door. 

“Aren’t you sick of shoving me?” he muttered. “We just...we had a moment! You can’t tell me you didn’t feel-” 

“Good night, Yoongi,” you said quietly, feeling tears begin to form on your waterline. You opened the door, waiting for him to exit. 

“Y/N,” he said weakly, searching your face for anything, any emotion that hinted that you wanted him to stay. 

“Good night,” you nodded. Sucking in his bottom lip, he nodded as well before slipping on his boots. 

“Good night.” 

Fire and ice collided in your body as you remained incredibly still in the arm chair you had been instructed to occupy. Your blood had seemed to run cold as you had begun getting ready for the evening, but your stomach hadn’t quite received the numbing memo. It flipped and flopped in what could only be described as fire licking up your torso. With every movement you were unsure if you would begin vomiting or weeping uncontrollably. 

You weren’t ready for this. 

For the duration of the competition, you had seemed to keep your emotions in check fairly well, but that may have been your own delusions clouding your mind. You thought you were managing fairly “okay” compared to what you had witnessed on last season, but that feeling was easily swept away with the appearance of Min Yoongi on your doorstep last night. 

He may have liked to make things complicated, but you certainly did not. 

A man you had once ruled out as being frustrating and selfish had completely swept you off of your feet with his determined attitude and ability to recognize the poor decisions he had made. You were unsure if you had really wanted the kiss he had given you, but your conflicting thoughts had allowed for it to happen nonetheless. The kiss itself was pleasant enough. It wasn’t exactly fireworks and symphonies, but it made you feel something. It made you feel as if Yoongi was a viable option and that scared you to no end. 

You were troubled with how abruptly you had ended things, forcing him from your home, and out of your sight. Angry at first, you resolved your guilt by telling yourself that he was breaking the rules of the competition. What he had done was not fair to the other idols and you shouldn’t have let him in in the first place. 

But you had. You had let him in. In more ways than one. He wasn’t completely deemed innocent after your exchange, but you did see that he was repentant enough to try to make things right. That was why you had let him in. Convinced you were only setting yourself up for future hurt and heartbreak, you had shoved him back over the thresh hold and into your hallway. 

The anger you decided you should direct toward him was more accurately fixated toward yourself. You didn’t want to feel this anxiousness and excitement about any more people than you had to. Being disappointed by Yoongi was much better than feeling as if you could fall in love with him. 

And that’s why you had pushed him away. 

In a fight or flight response, you had run away with your head down. 

It did leave you curious as to how he would react tonight though. 

“Y/N?” a sympathetic voice called through the door after a light knock. “It’s time.” 

You took a deep breath and shook out your arms. You could do this. The first rounds of dates were meant to be fun, not meant to hurt anyone. You weren’t terribly involved...right? 

Wincing with the knowledge that you were lying to yourself, you nodded. People were going to be hurt, yourself included. During your short days you had spent with each idol, you had grown to know and like every single one of them. Sure, some of them were quirky and some had flaws, but those were masked by their overwhelming qualifications to be sweet and considerate boyfriends. You would consider yourself lucky if by the end of this all you would get to walk away with one, hand in hand. 

But you had no control over who would be deciding your future. 

And that scared you more than the feelings you were attempting to disengage from yourself. 

Following the production assistant down the hallway, you felt dizzy with the weight of it all. You could hear the live audience murmuring in a low roar outside of the small area you were being guided through. Smiling to yourself, the feeling was almost reminiscent of your mystery-laden date you had gone on with Dean. The walls seemed to talk as you had moved through the private corridors of that warehouse in Gangnam. Taking a deep sigh, you wondered if you would ever be able to see it again. 

You had reached a pair of double doors that had caused the staff member to pause. She adjusted her headset before letting it drop to her shoulders and smiled at you kindly. “When they call your name, find your seat beside the host, okay?” 

“Okay,” you croaked, closing your eyes tightly before opening them again. You had to remind yourself to live in this moment. Don’t disengage. Don’t dissociate. You were here and this would be something you would remember for the rest of your life, whether the outcome was good or bad. 

The crowd began to grow louder as you heard the host start her introductions. As instructed, once you had heard your name, you stumbled through the double doors and out onto the stage. 

Holding your breath, you noted each step as you took it, only seeming to hear the clicking of your shoe and the whir of your scooter on the shiny tile encompassing the platform. You successfully navigated to your designated chair and gratefully fell into it. You positioned your scooter to the side of the chair before a production assistant appeared to wheel it from the stage. Instantly remembering you were in fact sitting before roughly a hundred people (and even more if you counted those watching live) you lifted your hand for a wave and smiled anxiously toward the host. 

“Welcome Y/N!” the host nodded, clapping as well as she began to sit down. She held tightly to her thick stack of cue cards as she shot you a wink. “We’re so happy to have you!” 

“Thank you,” you said quietly, feeling as if you should at least say something. “Happy to be here.” 

Glancing out to the crowd, a feeling of relief seemed to wash over you. Luckily, with the way in which the lights were positioned, you couldn’t see much of the dozens of eyes staring at you.  You would only have to worry about the seven sets of eyes that mattered. 

And the weird set beside you winking as if she had a piece of dust caking her pupil. 

“How are you feeling tonight?” she continued, glancing down at her cards. “You must be overwhelmed!” 

“Not terribly,” you muttered, shaking your head. “It’s definitely been a new experience, but I’m more concerned with the results of the voting tonight.” 

“Of course you are,” she nodded, feigning something similar to sympathy as she reached over to pat your knee. “It must be a hard situation to handle, considering you have absolutely no power over who goes on the second dates.” 

“Unfortunate, but true,” you sighed. “I don’t know if it would be any easier for me to decide though...All of these guys are amazing.” 

“Ah, the seven amazing men you’ve been privileged to spend time with,” the host hummed. “We’ll get to them in just a moment, but let’s learn a little more about your experience first. During My Idol, have you been relying on what you’ve seen the first season to help you along?” 

“In some ways, yes,” you acknowledged. “I have kind of a unique opportunity here. I knew how missions worked and I knew how to expect the date format. I couldn’t really plan for each guy’s personality though...or the accidents I would have.” 

“Speaking of those accidents,” she chuckled. “Did you ever expect to sprain your wrist AND break your ankle in less than two weeks?” 

“I don’t think anyone expects for that to happen,” you grumbled. “It definitely wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own. Apparently this situation has brought out how accident prone I am.” 

“While you’ve been falling over yourself,” the host joked. “Why don’t we bring out the boys who have been falling over you as well!” 

Trying to keep from rolling your eyes, you nodded along with her words. The quicker she brought the idols out, the less time you would have to spend getting roasted. 

The crowd began to clap in excitement as she stood again, flipping through her stack of cards with fervor. 

“First, let us welcome the dark horse of the competition. Not quite an idol, but just as talented, our Kwon Hyuk! Or as you know him...Dean!” 

The crowd erupted once again as Dean appeared from the wings. Strolling with a familiar confidence, you were immediately taken aback by his appearance. In the short amount of time since you had last seen him, he looked almost completely different. His hair, which was originally black, now appeared to be a sandy blonde. With a bandana tied around his forehead, it was difficult to see his eyes, let alone the eyebrows he had shaved lines into. His clothes were baggy and colorful, reminiscent of a 90′s trend. He was still the handsome Dean you had originally met, but his artistic side had definitely blossomed through his appearance. He smiled at you calmly before taking up his spot on the couches situated opposite of you. 

“Next, we have an idol bursting with visuals and energy, Wonho of Monsta X!” 

As soon as Wonho appeared onto the stage he began to bow. First to the crowd, then toward Dean, and lastly toward you. His actions were small, but considerate and humble. His grin grew wide with each motion, his eyes never leaving you once they had found their focus. He had changed as well in the past few weeks, his hair now as red as a stop light. You couldn’t help but chuckle as he nearly sat on Dean before breaking eye contact with you, and positioning himself beside his fellow contestant. 

“An idol who has mastered variety almost as well as he has mastered his guitar, Day6′s Jae Park!” 

Jae’s swag was undeniable as he appeared beneath the stage lights. Strolling toward the couches, he flashed a quick peace sign before glancing your way. His smile grew wide and dopey as his peace sign turned into a rushed wave, followed by a quick bow to the idols already sitting. 

“Producer and rapper responsible for 1/7th of one of the world’s most popular boy groups, Bangtan Boys’ Suga!” 

Yoongi’s shoulders were heavy as he made his lumbering entrance onto the stage. For such a thin man, his steps seemed to be much more substantial than contestants twice his size. This was not because of his stature, but because of the atmosphere surrounding him. You searched his face, hoping to catch his eye, but to no avail, He continued toward the seats, treating you as if you were just another empty piece of furniture. You knew when you had asked him to leave the previous night that it may have come across wrong, but you hadn’t thought that he would react like this. 

“A leader who’s known by his trademark low tone, BAP’s Bang Yongguk!” 

As your thoughts began to drown in waves of Yoongi, Yongguk’s smile was like a ship passing through the dense fog. As soon as his face appeared in your field of vision, his eyes easily found yours. Nodding in reassurance, he broke away for a moment to bow to the other idols appropriately. You heaved a sigh as he sat, reluctant at the thought of having to give any of these men up, including him. 

“Cursed with height and flower boy looks, NCT’s Johnny Seo!” 

Another idol that seemed to make your heart skip a beat, Johnny appeared with a spring to his step. He moved eloquently for a man of such vertical size, but it made you grin. His cheeks were a bit pink, but a confident grin remained stationed on his lips. Giving Yongguk a quick hand shake, he found his position on the second level of couches. 

“And last, but certainly not least,” the host called. “The visual dog-dad, Got7′s Mark Tuan!” 

The crowd began to applaud for one last time as Mark sauntered toward the seating area, making the short distance from the wings to the couches his own, personal catwalk. Running a hand through his dark hair, he bit his lip as he glanced toward the crowd, causing several girls to shriek in response. You could hardly keep your laugh to yourself as you thought of the awkward Mark you had met previously compared to the stage presence of Got7′s Mark. Turning his direction from the crowd and back toward you, he offered a quick wink before settling down as well. 

“Let’s give another round of applause to this season’s round of idols!” the host smiled, sitting down in her own seat. 

You were suddenly very aware of your existence as you began to survey the group before you, each man equally as handsome as the one sitting beside him. Memories began to fly past your mind’s eye, making you dizzy as you attempted to keep up. You had had so many positive experiences in the past few weeks, and so many left to come. You just had to get through this one bad one. Rip the bandaid off this one difficult moment and you wouldn’t have to worry until the second round of voting. In two months, you wouldn’t have to worry about it ever again. Living day to day was difficult, but you could manage by living from breath to breath. This was your experience to have and you had to make it through. 

After a few moments, the crowd began to quiet down, keeping themselves noticed through hums and whispers. “Alright men, you probably know the question I’m going to ask...but...how many of you think you’ve been voted through to round 2?” 

Holding your breath you watched as the men began to look at each other, surveying the responses of their fellow idols. Slowly, but surely, one person after another began to lift their hands until almost everyone had their fingers in the air. The only two who hadn’t were Wonho and Yoongi. 

“Wow! I think this year’s group is much more confident than last year,” the host laughed, constantly side eying you for a reaction. “Wonho, Yoongi, why don’t you have your arms lifted?” 

Both men seemed to deflate a bit as the attention was turned to them. Wonho glanced moodily to Yoongi who returned the look. 

“I didn’t make the best decisions,” Yoongi finally began. His words were slow and quiet. “Being the first date was daunting...and I should have taken it more seriously.” 

“You drew a lot of attention to yourself,” the host nodded. “Fans across the country noticed the unique method you wanted to be remembered by.”

“And Y/N ended up remembering me for all the wrong reasons,” he sighed, glancing down to his clasped hands. 

“It doesn’t mean the audience will!” the host chirped. “Now Wonho, what about you! I know your date ended with a hospital visit, is that why you think you did not make it to the next round of dates?” 

“I mean...I feel like that’s pretty obvious,” Wonho muttered, his cheeks instantly becoming pink at the mention of your injured ankle. 

“But it’s not Wonho’s fault,” you insisted, glancing up at him with a kind smile. “He stayed with me the entire time.” 

“I will admit, going to a trampoline park is a very unique date idea!” the host continued. “The first round of dates seemed to be full with interesting activities. Which dates do you all feel were the most successful? Jae?” 

“Well,” Jae chuckled, adjusting the glasses sliding down his nose. “I don’t know about ya’ll, but I thought ice fishing was simply enthralling.” 

“Just like the shock from seeing your half-naked, pale body,” Johnny grinned, patting his fellow English speaker on the shoulder. 

“Dean’s date was very cool,” Yongguk interrupted, cutting his eyes at the older man. “It was mysterious and explored something a lot of people consider to be taboo.” 

“I disagree,” Yoongi clucked. “I think some things should be left to experience...not for the nation to see.” 

“But Y/N got to experience it,” Dean said softly. “That’s what mattered.” 

Yoongi gave a short nod, choosing to respect his senior rather than argue with him. 

“Now, there are three or four of you fluent in English. Do you feel like this gave you an unfair advantage as Y/N’s native language is English?” the host questioned. 

“No,” Mark laughed. “Did you see my date? Do you think I had any sort of advantage?” 

“I agree,” Dean nodded. “I know plenty of English, but it’s not exactly the time to use it.” 

“I mostly just ended up accidentally cursing,” Jae muttered. “And she knew what those meant. If I had at least done it in Korean, I might have a better image.” 

“Now, broaching a more sensitive topic. I know many of us here are familiar with the scandal that rocked the My Idol finale last season. Jooheon confirmed that there was a meeting prior to taping that declared he was slated to be the season’s winner. Did any such meeting occur this year?” the host asked calmly. 

You tried not to roll your eyes at what was meant to be a dramatic question. The crowd waited in silence, seemingly on pins and needles to hear a result, but this was a discussion you were not concerned with. 

“If there were,” Yongguk growled. “I was not present.”

“I think I was sick that day,” Jae muttered, rolling his eyes. “Can someone fill me in?” 

“Why not Wonho?” Dean joked, elbowing the boy next to him. “For all I know, the My Idol staff are continuing their Monsta X favoritism this year.” 

Wonho’s face turned to stone with the mere mention of his member’s blunder during last season. He sucked in his bottom lip as his cheeks began to grow as red as his hair. 

“Wonho and I had a discussion,” you nodded. “Off camera. Jooheon’s actions were his and his alone. I know all of you are here for me and none of you believe you are the “designated” winner.” 

“If we knew, we would just tell you now,” Mark nodded. “Congratulations to me, I’m going to win this all. Let’s go.” 

You grinned proudly at all of your boys, solidified in their opinion of the obnoxious inquiries sent their way. 

“Well, now that we have that cleared up,” the host nodded. 

“Oh because so many of us were wondering,” Jae hissed below his breath. The boys began to laugh to themselves quietly, their shoulders shaking with amusement. 

“Now that we have that cleared up,” the host repeated, clearly caught off guard by the small comment. “Why don’t we announce the first idol to move on to a second date!” 

The crowd audibly gasped at once before exploding into applause again.

“Alright! Please, if I could have the envelope!”

You watched anxiously as a production assistant took the steps toward the stage, a bright red envelope in his hands. It made your stomach turn as you recognized the familiar mission envelopes you had grown to despise. You had all but stopped breathing as he passed the paper over to the host. 

Her fingers slipped delicately beneath the lip of the envelope as she glanced cautiously toward you. It was taking all of the power you had in your being to not throttle your body toward hers and read the outcome yourself. 

“Oh,” she gasped. “In my hands I have the name of an idol...who didn’t think he would be making it through at all...” 

You quickly turned your attention toward the two idols who had suddenly began to perk up. Both Yoongi and Wonho looked incredibly hopeful as they waited with shortened breaths. 

“And the first idol to advance to the round of second dates...is....

...

Wonho!” 

It seemed as if everyone in the room had exhaled at once with this announcement, Wonho included. You immediately began to gnaw on your lip as your eyes fell to Yoongi who had seemingly deflated, a dark expression having appeared on his face. 

“Really?” Wonho all but shouted as he stood. Your focus shifted again on the broad man who began to approach you. If it were possible, you were convinced his grin would simply swallow up his entire face with how happy he was. “They said my name.” 

He took your hands in his, lifting gently to help you stand. Balancing against him, his large arms encompassed you as he snuggled his face into your hair. “I promise to take care of you this time.” 

“You took care of me just fine Wonho,” you grinned. “Keep doing a good job, okay?”

‘Wonho!” the host gasped. “How do you feel?” 

“Like I’m dreaming,” he gushed. “I didn’t think I’d ever get a second chance!” 

“My Idol is the home of second chances,” she beamed. “But speaking of second chances...why don’t we go ahead and find out another idol who will be going on a second date?” 

Just as easily as the room had filled with sighs of relief, the air seemed to be sucked from your lungs again. Wonho untangled his arms from you and slowly guided you back toward the cushion of your seat. If things continued in this fashion, you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to breath correctly again. 

“Alright then!” the host smiled mischievously, reacting to the crowd going wild around her. “If you all insist…”

To Be Continued...

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“What did you just call me?” (Part 1)

Genre: Smut / Fluff Warning: Sexual content

Pairing: Im Jaebum, Park Jinyoung Word Count: 3584 Summary:  Jaebum has always been someone that takes a lot of pride in his dominance, and as everyone knows he is someone who honorifics are very important to. He has always got to be in charge, as long as he can remember it has been this way, so what happens when his dominance is brought into question is almost always uncontrollable. He tries his best to contain his emotions and not snap on his fellow members because he knows that sometimes the situations are just honest mistakes. However, Jaebum is very good at differentiating when is an honest mistake and when he is being tested & toyed with by the members.

Jaebum's day started out like any other, an early start because they had to get in some practice before they were to be on a radio show this afternoon. After a short practice and then a group breakfast they depart for the radio station. Everyone has a great time on the show until he and Jinyoung are made to play a pepero type game and the younger singer decides to take matters into his own hands grabbing the leader's face and forcing himself onto him. Today is the day he's going to find out just how dominant Jaebum really is. Usually he would have scolded Jinyoung and moved on, but this was the last straw in a string of situations between the leader & Jinyoung where the younger kept trying to take control. It was almost like the younger was trying to test him to see how far he could push him.

He plays it off on the radio show like the incident was nothing and acts like he just really didn't want to be that close to another man's mouth. He doesn't mention anything to Jinyoung about it once they have left, but it keeps flashing through his mind over and over. Jaebum broods about it for the rest of the day, becoming a little snappy and very engulfed in his own thoughts making him fairly disengaged from everyone. By the time they arrive home he decides that he can just let it go just one more time, until Jinyoung walks into their bathroom.

Jaebum had only a moment ago finished drying off from his shower, so his body was adorned in nothing but a light gray towel tucked around his slim waist. Seeing the younger idols face sends him right back to the act of Jinyoung questioning his dominance. Without thought he rushes Jinyoung, so close to the other singer that their noses are touching, "Do you really think what you did on the radio show was a good idea?"

Jinyoung squeaks when his body is backed up against the wall his, a wicked grin dancing on the corners of his plump lips, he smacks an innocent tone into his voice, "I don't know what you mean hyung." He knew exactly what Jaebum was talking about and the incident in question was done on purpose because Jinyoung had been playing a game with Jaebum recently; a fairly dangerous game of how much could the leader endure before he would crack.

Jaebum's hands fisted into the clingy material of Jinyoung's t-shirt, "Oh you don't know? Every chance you have to bring my dominance into question, I'm tired of it."

Jinyoung's tongue swiped his bottom lip, his heart was racing but he wasn't about to just back down. "You're making things up Jaebum-ah."

When Jinyoung called the leader informally a cross between and growl and a grunt left his throat. One of the leaders wide hands pressed against Jinyoung's chest, the other still gripping his shirt, and he forcefully shoved the singers back against the wall. He pushed his body against Jinyoung's his breathing rigid the anger flashing in his eyes as it were a strobe light. "What did you just call me?"

Jinyoung's mouth was slightly parted from the shock of being shoved against the wall, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and saying, "Jaebum-ah" at an impossibly slow and teasing speed. The tone of the young singer's voice was soaked in a feign of innocence that if you didn't know him well was intensely believeable.

Before Jinyoung finished the last sound of the 'ah' Jaebum's hand that had fisted into the idols shirt had now flown up and grabbed a handful of his hair. Jaebum yanked backwards causing Jinyoung's head to hit the wall with a loud thud. Jaebum's eyes were such a dark color that it was like staring into an abyss, when he finally spoke his voice was the deepest it had ever been and dripping with danger, "It's time you learn your place again. I'm going to show you exactly why playing this little game with me is dangerous."

A small protesting whine had escaped the ample lips of the younger singer. There was a gleam of triumph in Jinyoung's chocolate eyes, "I'm not playing a game with you, what makes you think that Jaebum-ah?" Jinyoung could feel an all too familiar heat in the pit of his abdomen. He found himself instantly regretting the decision to wear sweatpants. The closeness of the leader was making Jinyoung's head spin and it did not help at all that very time his nostrils flared they were filled with the aroma of Jaebum's body wash.

Jaebum's hand that was pressed flat against Jinyoung's chest contracted causing the leader to grab both the singer's clingy shirt and the skin beneath. The fingers that were grasping Jinyoung's hair released and his hand moved to roughly grab the back of the younger boy's neck. "You have been pushing me for a month Park Jinyoung. You've been grabbing me on stage. You changed the 'Stop It' choreography to grab and almost kiss Jackson even though I've told you not to. You tell the maknae line it's okay to do things I have specifically told them not to. You even started trying to call the shots in practice. And then what the hell was that today at the radio show?"

The way Jaebum grabbed the back of Jinyoung's neck caused the singer to lurch his body forward his hips brushing against the leader. Jinyoung didn't know how much longer he could ignore the heady fog that Jaebum was surrounding him with. He tore his eyes away from Jaebum's and allowed them to skim down his body, stopping to watch as the leader's sculpted abs rose and fell when he breathed. "I was just giving the fans what they want, and there's nothing wrong with the maknae line drinking as long as they do it in the dorm. As for the thing with Jackson it just kind of happened, I couldn't help it and it drove the fans wild. So I disregarded what you sa..."

When Jaebum felt Jinyoung's hips brush against him he found himself wishing he had on more than a towel, because the touch from the younger singer was going straight to his cock. Jabum's hand traveled from its position on Jinyoung's impressive chest to press a finger against Jinyoung's plump lips, "There lies our problem, you disregarded what I said. I am your leader Jinyoung, what I say goes." Jaebum was completely serious in this moment, but he couldn't deny how the closeness of himself and Jinyoung was affecting him. He could smell the lingering scent from the cologne Jinyoung was wearing, mixed with the natural scent that the young singer gave off.

Jaebum had been fighting off an attraction to Jinyoung since back in 2012 because after they debuted as JJ Project the two spent so much time together that the type of closeness they had simply developed into more for him. He knew that it was always better for the sake of his groups that he remain just a leader, but there were many times where he had wanted to bridge that gap. He always caught himself staring at Jinyoung, it didn't matter where they were. He would look up, even in the most crowded of rooms, and his eyes would be able to immediately settle on Jinyoung. It was as if the center of his gravity were younger singer. Every single time they touched, regardless of what kind of touch, it sent a shock wave throughout his entire body which he could feel right down to his bone. The two had always been overly affectionate with each other and Jinyoung by nature was quite the tease.

When Jabum's finger pressed against Jinyoung's lips they quivered from the touch. The vocalist could feel Jaebum's breath hitting his skin as the older singer spoke to him. The way Jaebum had taken control of this situation had left Jinyoung at a loss for words. All that could come from his full parted lips was a simple whimper. Jinyoung reached out and pressed his flat palm against Jaebum's abdomen, his fingers dancing along the still wet skin.

For Jinyoung all of this had started a few months ago when they really had really started to work hard together for the JJ Project comeback. The young singer had gotten to spend more quality time with the leader like he had before and during their first debut. One day they were in the studio putting the finishing touches on one of their songs and it was getting late so they were the only two in the studio. Jinyoung was singing the last bars of 'Coming Home' when he finished he lifted his eyes and looked over at Jaebum, realizing that the leader had been staring at him. He had allowed his eyes to drink in the sight of Jaebum his untidy hair from constant fingers running through it, the way his v-neck shirt clung to his muscled chest, the way the light reflected from his dark eyes, and most importantly the way it made Jinyoung feel when the leader stared at him the way he did. It was in that moment he realized that he cared for Jaebum in a way that went much deeper than a friendship ever could.

The slight tremble of Jinyoung's lips against his fingers caused a wicked smirk to tug at the corners of Jaebum's mouth. Jinyoung's whimper was not a good enough response to the comment the leader had made, so he grabbed Jinyoung's hair again pulling his head back once more. "Did you hear me Jinyoung?" As he felt the soft skin of Jingyoung's lithe fingers against his abdomen the older male couldn't help but let out a satisfied noise from the contact. However, he still didn't feel he had gotten his point across yet, so he reached out and grabbed Jinyoung's wrist. He reluctantly pried the vocalist's fingers off of his skin and growled out, "Did I tell you that you could touch me?"

When Jaebum's hand fisted into Jinyoung's soft hair the younger singer pulled in a deep breath, his eyes very slowly widening. Jinyoung didn't know if he would ever be able to form words again when finally a very quiet, "Yes, Jaebum-hyung" slipped through his lips. The moment he felt Jaebum's hand clasp around his wrist Jinyoung felt his entire body reacting. His breathing was becoming quicker and embarrassingly enough his sweatpants were growing increasingly tighter. He shook his head now in response to Jaebum's question, his tongue poking out to glide along his lips. He took his eyes away from Jaebum's for a moment, allowing them to travel along the leader's perfectly sculpted jawline before coming to rest on Jaebum's beautifully curved lips.

The sound of submission that coated Jinyoung's words was a sweet melody to Jaebum's ears. His fingers loosened their grip on Jinyoung's dark hair but they didn't dare let go completely. The hand that was gripping the young singer's wrist let go and lifted to where it was right beside Jinyoung's face. Jaebum moves his thumb and index finger to either side of Jinyoung's chin, gripping it firmly before lifting upwards making Jinyoung look right into his eyes. The leader's next words were coated with a feeling of both tenderness and satisfaction at his having won the game, "Good boy." He then swiftly leaned in closer leaving not even half a centimeter between his lips and those of the other member. "Now that I've won, the question is what's going to be your punishment..."

Jinyoung was startled when Jaebum's fingers took a forceful hold on his chin like that, his teeth sinking down into his bottom lip. Jaebum's choice of vocabulary sent a shiver down Jinyoung's spine. There was something about this side of Jaebum that had caused it to be the root of all his fantasies. It didn't help that Jaebum calling him 'good boy' had shaken him to his core. Jinyoung would even go as far to say that his desire to play with the dark side of leader Jaebum is what had brought the two males to this exact moment. The closeness of Jaebum's lips combined with the heady fog caused by how delicious he smelled was making Jinyoung's head spin. In his head the younger vocalist was thinking about how Jaebum's lips would feel and taste when his consciousness caught the word punishment, ripping right back into reality. "P-punishment?"

The smile that graced Jaebum's lips was both a sinful and quite a cute one, because he was amused at the obvious amount he was affecting Jinyoung. "Yes, punishment. Did you really think I was just going to let you off the hook? What kind of leader would that make me." He let go of Jinyoung's chin, both of his hands now moving down the singer's body slowly. Jaebum's hands came to rest on Jinyoung's hips, unable to stop himself he leaned in and pressed his lips against the younger male's full ones very slowly. After allowing himself a few moments he immediately pulled his mouth away, "There's more of that, if you make it through what I've got planned for you." He could feel his lips burning with the desire for more, and though he wanted nothing more than to continue kissing Jinyoung there was something that had to be done first.

Jinyoung let out a noise of both disapproval and whining when he realized how much Jaebum was enjoying the thought of punishing him. This part of his little game Jinyoung had definitely not thought out clearly. "But hyung... I'm sorry." He closed his eyes from a brief moment as he felt the leader's hands ghosting along his body like they were. He could feel the color staining his cheeks even darker the moment Jaebum took a hold of his hips. Right as he was going to open his eyes Jinyoung's lips were met with Jaebum's, he closed his eyes kissing back immediately. He pushed his lips against Jaebum's both of his hands reaching out to rest flat against Jaebum's abdomen. A noise of extreme dismay leaving his mouth when Jaebum pulled away from his mouth. In a slightly agitated tone the younger singer said, "Then lets make whatever it is fast."

Jaebum couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him when Jinyoung got all frustrated like he was. He then reached over beside them and clicked the lock on the door to the bathroom, unsure of where the other members were and not wanting to be interrupted. He then took a step the side closer to the shower again now. Jaebum then used two fingers to signal Jinyoung to step forward against the sink, a mischievous expression having over taken his face.

Jinyoung immediately complied, finding Jaebum's use of simply his fingers to direct him impossibly hot. He looked back over his shoulder at Jaebum, his tongue sliding along his lips. He braced one of his hands on the cool porcelain, his mind swimming with ideas of what was about to come.

Jaebum moved once again, now standing just a bit behind Jinyoung. He leaned forward and pressed a tender open mouthed kiss to the back of the younger male's neck. "Pick a number between one and fifty." His voice was suffocated in lust when he spoke, his eyes in the mirror looked so black that they matched his hair. Jaebum reached forward and cupped Jinyoung's perfect ass into his hands, giving it a very gentle squeeze as he did. He let out a barely audible groan, the feeling of grabbing Jinyoung like that causing the leader's imagination to run wild.

The feeling of Jaebum now standing behind him caused Jinyoung's heart to race with both desire and anticipation. As he felt Jaebum's lips against his neck Jinyoung couldn't help the small moan that escaped his throat. He was so dazed and entranced by Jaebum that he could barely speak but he manged to force out a reply, "Twelve". When he pulled his eyes up to the mirror and saw how dark Jaebum's eyes were it only managed to heighten the situation. Jinyoung let out a small soft moan followed by a long exhale when Jaebum's hands grabbed him like they did. The other members had always had a thing for his ass, but the way Jaebum had grabbed him just now was such a different feeling than the usual.

"What a good number to pick." Jaebum was grinning at this point, and to anyone looking in on the situation it could the sexiest thing they had ever seen. He allowed himself a few more moments to grope on Jinyoung's ass, a groan escaping his lips. Jaebum gently sank his teeth into the back of Jinyoung's neck. He then pulled his teeth away, his tongue teasing the nape of the singer's neck before whispering against Jinyoung's soft skin, "Put both of your hands on the sink for me Jinyoungie and arch your back."

After taking a moment to process Jaebum's words and more importantly the feeling of Jaebum's tongue against his neck, Jinyoung brought his hands up onto the counter top of the sink. He arched his back so that his ass was pushed out at a perfect angle. Jinyoung's mind was racing with possibilities of what his punishment was about to be, and why there was a number involved. He was fighting every desire to turn around and face Jaebum, to see what would happen if he tested him further. However, the leader's promise of their being more kissing after his punishment was proving effective at causing him to behave. Jinyoung finally tilted his head to look back at Jaebum, right as he did the leader's tongue was dragging across his own lips.

Jaebum was beyond satisfied with the eagerness Jinyoung was showing towards him, acting almost as an affirmation of his dominance. One of his hands slid up from Jinyoung's ass and loosely wrapped around the young singer's throat, his fingers intentionally drumming on the skin so that Jinyoung felt it. "Are you ready?" His voice was as thick and sweet like honey, but that danger still lurked there tainting his tone. The hand which didn't rest on Jinyoung's throat was smoothing along the vocalist's ass slowly.

The moment Jinyoung felt Jaebum's hand sliding up his body he completely froze in a mix between shock and complete carnal desire. He had always known Jaebum was sexy but experiencing the leader like this was so much more than his fantasies had ever thought up. Jaebum's hand coming to rest on Jinyoung's throat caused a smaller singer to let out a pathetic moan. "Y-Yes." He was barely able to say before he pushed ass back against Jaebum, hoping for the contact he was desperate for.

The leader decided to play along for a moment moving his hand to the small of Jinyoung's back and roughly thrusting his hips forward against Jinyoung. Jaebum allowed his fingers to tighten just the slightest bit around the other male's throat. The feeling of Jinyoung pressed against his semi hard cock was something he didn't think he could ever forget. He grabbed the waistband of Jinyoung's sweatpants and began to pull him back making sure that he felt every rhythmic thrust of Jaebum's hips. He then abruptly stopped, still holding the waist band of Jinyoung's sweatpants in his hand, and looking into the mirror at the expression on Jinyoung's face. Jinyoung let out another small and soft moan when Jaebum slammed his hips against him the way that he did. The tightening of fingers on his throat causing mouth to part slightly, his hips trying to roll back in time with Jaebum's. When the leader grabbed the waist band of his pants like he did Jinyoung could feel his cock growing between his legs and instantly regretted the choice to wear no underwear. He had been trying to not say anything not wanting to ruin this moment but he finally couldn't stop himself and a quiet moan of "Jaebum" escaped his full lips. His face was twisted up with pleasure as he could feel Jaebum's cock growing harder with every thrust against him, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

Jaebum tore his eyes away from Jinyoung's expression, allowing his eyes to travel down to the singer's perfect ass, which was exactly when something caught his eye. When he pulled Jinyoung by his sweatpants once more all he could see being exposed was skin, his teeth sank into his lip slowly. Jaebum yanked Jinyoung's pants down past his ass, practically drooling as the younger singer's full ass was exposed to him. "Were you anticipating something already when you came in here or is this just a happy coincidence?" Unable to stop himself Jaebum pulled his hand back, only to harshly collide it with Jinyoung's ass, the sound filling their bathroom. A wicked grin had caused the leader's entire face to light up, going so far as to touch his eyes as well. Jaebum leaned in so his lips were right at Jinyoung's ear and in a deep velvety voice Jaebum said, "One."

[lady-thor-foster]

Dating Pietro Maximoff would include....

Anonymous asked: Could you do a “dating Pietro would include…” thing please? Thank you! I love your writing!

Pairing: Pietro x Reader Word count: 2.4k+ Warning: Fluff, Smut

A/N: To the anon that requested this: I made it as gender inclusive as I could! This was so much fun to write! Thank you for requesting it! I hope you all liked this! It kind of got out of hand and I’m not sorry at all. (At this point you should all know I will never understand the concept of writing short/quick fics. Just expect everything to be more than a thousand words. I’ve accepted it.)  

Surprise Kisses

Pietro is always ‘NYOOOMMM’. Even when he’s ‘standing still’ he’s going miles and miles a minute so sometimes you have to grab his face between your hands and plant one on him to remind him to stop, slow down, breathe and ground himself.

You are his anchor. You keep him tethered and grounded and he loves you all the more for it. 

Alternatively when he is zipping all over the place he likes to surprise you by stopping suddenly and absolutely taking your breath away with the most toe curling kiss.

Then he zips away again like the little shit he is leaving you completely flustered and needed several minutes to regain your composure.

It’s the highlight of your day honestly.

Being a blanket hog·         

A by-product of his insane speed is heat.

(Yes Piet, you’re hot, no that’s not what I meant you absolute dork.)

No matter how many times you tuck him in or attempt to cover him in blankets, they will always end up on the floor without fail. 

Bonus: He sleeps in nothing more than his underwear which leads to convenient sexy times.

Even he doesn’t run hot enough to keep all the chill away during the winter so the two of you have had some entertaining as hell blanket fights because you’ve adapted to stealing all of the covers. You always win because he can never say no to you.     

Of course that doesn’t mean he isn’t above using his adorable pout on you after you win and giving in to let him snuggle with you under the blankets.         

(That was your goal all along so who’s the real loser here.) 

Grocery Shopping...

Before you started dating, you knew Piet needed to eat all the time to keep his energy up.

What you didn’t know was HOW FREAKIN EXPENSIVE IT WAS TO FEED THAT SPEEDY BASTARD.

“Jesus Piet do you even know how much money I’ve spent on you this week ALONE”

“Do not worry, darling,” he mumbles around a mouthful of food, “I’ll take care of it.”

A couple of days later there’s a thick envelope in your mailbox with “Stark” in bold letters across it.

After the initial shock wears off, you see “From the Desk of Anthony Stark”. Talk about having heart palpitations.

When you open it there’s a letter from Mr. Stark apologizing for any expenses Pietro may have cost you and an open invitation to visit the Tower or Compound anytime you wish.

It also advises you have a lawyer look over the contract he’s enclosed.

“Contract? Wha—?”

You flip the page to discover an employment contract that allows you to keep your current job as well as serving as an independent contractor for Stark Industries.

Attached to the last page of the contract are employee badges for both Stark Industries as well as the Compound, a T H I C K black AMEX card with instructions that it’s to be used for expenses that may crop up in relation to Pietro or the Avengers.

There’s a second card that’s already been set up for Direct Deposit for your salary as well as any bonuses you may receive.

There’s also a check reimbursing you for the money you spent in the last few weeks on feeding your speedy boyfriend. 

HOLY SHIT THAT’S TOO MANY ZEROES.

A few moments later, Piet ‘NYOOMS’ outta nowhere with a cheeky grin on his face.  

“Piet…what did you do???”

“I told you, [insert cute nickname here]. I’d take care of it.”

“You didn’t have to do that!”

“You do such a good job taking care of me that I wanted to return the favor.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the best boyfriend ever?”

Many smooches are had this day.

Snacks

When your boyfriend can eat an entire grocery store, you learn to always keep snacks on hand.

Even when he’s not zipping around everywhere, he’s hungry. (in more ways than one *cough* *cough* but we’ll get to that later)

Protein bars, dried fruit and other high calorie/energy but healthy snacks have a permanent home in all of your bags/purses

 This also works out when you’re peckish

Thanks to your expense account at Stark Industries, you’re singlehandedly keeping your local Mom ‘n’ Pop grocery market in business.

Feeding this man is so damn expensive.

Meeting Wanda Maximoff

When Piet tells you he wants to introduce you to his sister, you’re terrified and simultaneously ecstatic.

SHE’S THE SCARLET WITCH. SHE’S AMAZING.

(somehow during the entire course of your 3 month relationship, you’ve kept how much you admire his legendary twin sister under wraps. That’s a feat in and of itself)

You try your hand at cooking a traditional Sokovia dinner to impress her but…aaahhh…that backfires spectacularly.

Wanda walks in to see you frantically trying to contain a small grease fire, cursing profusely.

She smiles to herself and jumps in to help. She adores you already.

You don’t even notice who’s helping you until you’re both covered in smoke and your dinner is charbroiled beyond recognition.

“OH NO,” you fret, “This isn’t how I wanted to impress you!”

Wanda is a little startled that you’d even consider impressing her. She’s just Piet’s sister. “Why would you want to impress me?”

“Are you kidding me!? You’re the Scarlet Witch! You’re the coolest Avenger ever! You’re the coolest hero ever!! You’re like…my idol.”

Wanda decides she’s keeping you after that.

It takes no time at all to become best friends.

There are many grumbles and complaints from Piet because ‘you’re hogging my partner. When do I get to spend time with them???’

Pietro meeting your family

He was the first you’d ever brought home to your family.

You were so nervous your family not liking him.

You were even more nervous that he wouldn’t like your family.

Especially if you’re Black, Asian, Native, Latinx or Hispanic

Your family was wildly protective of you.

Despite being Sokovian and Jewish, he still looked like a white boy and that could pose an issue for your traditional family.

Introducing him to your culture and having him not like it was also a fear.

Thankfully Piet’s charm went a long way to winning everyone over.He fit in perfectly.

Even your great aunt/uncle liked him and she/he was rude to everyone (without alcohol, but I digress).

Your little cousins/nieces/nephews absolutely ADORED ‘Uncle Piet’. 

He was amazing with children and that made your mother pull you aside and ask when you’d give her grandchildren

“Honestly Mom/Ma/Mum, it’s only been a few months!!”

“I’m not getting any younger; I want some grandkids from you, [insert nickname here].”

“Mom/Ma/Mum…! Stop!!” you laugh at her insistence.

Wanda is also a hit with your family. 

After finding out they’re orphans, your mother decides to adopt them because no one should grow up without a family. Wanda and Piet tear up and thank her profusely.

The rest of your family accepts them without question. 

Worrying about Piet on missions

When the two of you met after Ultron, he told you about his near death experience.

You were someone he could talk to without pressure and that made it very easy to fall for you.

Your new status as a Stark employee allowed you to wait in the Tower whenever he went away on long missions.

Sometimes Wanda stayed behind with you. The two people Piet adored most in the world.

He always came back to you.

He’d begun taking extra precautions after Ultron. That was one experience he never wished to repeat.

Sometimes you had to patch him up

There were lots of kisses to his booboos which were usually very minor.

He was occasionally a big baby about it if it meant more kisses from you

There was one mission though…

No one came back unscathed. Not even Cap or Bucky. 

Everyone looked like they’d walked through literal Hell. 

It was a sobering sight.

No one liked to talk about it.

Pietro came home and kissed you so hard you could feel the agony roll off of him in waves.

That was the time he finally told you that he loved you.  

Sex with Piet would include

Tender loving.

Pietro Maximoff might be a joking little shit but sex with you is the one thing he takes seriously.

He’s got such a thing for absolutely worshipping your body.

No matter where you are or how often you’ve had sex, he always looks at you like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you. 

It’s the best thing honestly.

Hair pulling/playing with kink

You think he dyed his hair that obnoxious silver for it to go ignored? 

Hellllll naaaawwww. 

Ya boy outchea with the most sensitive fucking scalp ever.

The first time he ever went down on you, your hands ended up in his hair accidentally and he actually came in his pants. 

That was a great night of exploration for the both of you. 

Many orgasms were had.

Oral fixation

There’s no point in wearing underwear around Piet anymore because at any point, he’ll whisk you away just so you can ride his face. 

Did I mention ya boy got a kink for worshipping you?

You on Top

Alternatively, he loves it when you’re in charge

He loses it when you edge him for so long that when he actually cums he sees a universe of stars behind his eyes.

One of his favorite things ever is the look on your face when you ride him.  

Exhibition

PIETRO FUCKING MAXIMOFF IS THE RISKIEST MOTHER FUCKER EVER.

Restaurants, Elevators, Movie theaters, DINNER WITH THE AVENGERS, if he can sneak his between your legs, he fucking will.

This mans outchea with legendary finger game. 

And that’s without using his speed.

But when he does use his speed to vibrate his fingers…you’re a goner. 

Deceased. 

Out of this world. 

Transcended to the Astral Plane.

He also loves spanking your ass.

Actually, he loves your ass in general.

If you work out, he loves watching you do squats, yoga, lunges, anything that involves you in tight yoga pants.

This leads to alternative work outs.

Your stamina has actually improved since the two of you started having sex.

If you’re plus sized

He still worships you.

Your size isn’t a problem for him.

There’s more of you for him to love and that’s the real prize here.

Literally all of the above and all that follow apply because Pietro Maximoff is not a shallow motherfucker.

EXTRA COMFY SNUGGLES

He loves resting his head on your soft tum or lap when you cuddle because you play with his hair and it knocks him the fuck out.

Sometimes the hair playing leads to him yanking your pjs off and burying his face between your legs because goddamn that man loves making you cum.

Him adoring your confidence

You’re not one of those people who fakes being confident.  

If you are, that’s okay, you’ll get there don’t worry.

You worked so long and so goddamn hard to love yourself and you deserve to be confident and in love with yourself.

Anyone who calls you vain can get fucked because you did not endure years of abuse just to bristle at a jealous motherfucker.

Date Nights

Fancy Dates

He always falls out when you dress up. A L W A Y S.

Literally every single time you put on something fancy he goes N U T S

“I have the most gorgeous date to ever exist and everyone needs to know this”. 

SELFIES

Surprisingly (or not lmao) Pietro is the one demanding selfies with you because he wants the world to know he’s head over heels for you.

He also has a professional camera that he uses to sneak photos of you when he thinks you look the most beautiful.

He surprised you with a carefully constructed scrapbook of all of his favorite photos when you were having a particularly low confidence day. It was one of the best days of your life.

Anniversaries

Pietro is the boyfriend who celebrates ‘Month-a-versaries”

The first month you were together, he surprised you with flowers and a cake that said “Congrats on surviving me for a month”. 

It was adorable and hilarious

Every month was a new theme. You were never sure what he would come up with next. There was always a cake that said “Congrats on surviving me”.

Your favorite month was after he finally said “I love you” he decorated your apartment in sticky notes with all the reasons why he loved you and all of his favorite memories.

His favorite month was when you surprised him with a cake that said “Thank you for loving me” and a mixtape of all the songs that reminded you of him because as much as Pietro loves you, you love him just the same.

Marriage

You accidentally proposed to Piet out of the blue one night.

You’d been together for a couple of years at this point.

Even through all the ups and downs, your love for each other never wavered.

The two of you were relaxing in bed in his room in the tower (BECAUSE TONY HAS THE BEST TV DEFINITION AND HE SAID I COULD COME EVER ANYTIME I WANTED DON’T FIGHT ME ABOUT THIS PIET) watching some Disney Movie or other.

“Would you ever marry me, Piet?”

“Without hesitation.”

“Wait seriously?”

He pulls you in for one of his signature toe curling kisses and nods. “Without hesitation.”

Wanda bursts into your bedroom shrieking happily because she’s always wanted another sibling.

“Wait Wanda it was a hypothetical question! I wasn’t actually proposing!”

It’s too late to take it back now because whatever Wanda wants Wanda gets.

You were marrying an Avenger; there was no choice but having an ostentatious wedding.

Your ENTIRE FAMILY showed up.

Being married to Piet isn’t much different from dating him.

You bought a house instead of living your tiny apartment. Piet still had his room at the Tower for Avenger business.

Except for the first couple of months Pietro couldn’t stop calling you [Y/N] Maximoff.

It was adorable and would never get old.

Whenever someone called for Maximoff in the Tower the three of you would answer all at once.

“No not you the other one. No the other, other one!” “Yes that one.”

This lead to having specific (nick)names for all of you.

“Hey Speedy!”

Wanda quite liked her first name thank you very much.

Sam heard Piet call you ‘sugar’ ONCE, and suddenly you were the Tower “Sweetie”.

This lead to Piet having to come up with other nicknames for you.

Your favorite was ‘darling’.

FOREVER TAGS

@emilyevanston @bellamyblakesgun @morgandakotaq @avengersandlovers @happiness-is-sebstan @fangirlingisloud

[survivordivergent]

EPISODE 2 - “WHO EVEN AM I”- ED

Thank the survivor gods I am on a tribe of 9 now! Whew. Four was way too small for me. I'm so glad I'm still with Melissa. Will and Eliza have both started talking to me already so there's promise there. I'm not too concerned about this reward but we'll see what happens.

Thank GOD you split up those tribes. 4 person tribes give me PTSD and this is much nicer to work with

UM BUH-BYE PEOPLE I'VE NEVER MET IN MY ENTIRE LIFE BECAUSE YOU DON'T EXIST ON YOUR FAKE ASS ACCOUNTS EVER

I've been here on this new tribe for 14 seconds and five people have said hello to me. What kind of actual game teas

So, surprise! There was a tribe swap! To be completely honest, I kind of saw it coming, since two people left the first round. I'm really glad that out of everyone on Candor, I have Jill on the Four Tribe. Peter is never here, and I wasn't comfortable with Payton because I am almost 100% it's actually Jaiden, and I want nothing to do with him. Anyway, we get to Four, and Jill and I agree to stick together. Will we hold true to that? Who knows, honestly. I really like Melissa from Abnegation. And I like Kyle and Will, both from Amity. I feel like if I talk to Jill about it, we could have a solid 5 with those I mentioned. I just don't want to come off too strong or aggressive. Now that we are on a tribe of 9 instead of 4, it gives us a bit of room to work. I'm trying really hard to balance between making myself seem like a leader and making myself irreplaceable to my tribe. Leaders are more often than not voted out right away, but if I can show that I am good enough at challenges to keep us away from tribal, I'll be someone my tribe can't afford to vote out, if that makes sense. My goal for this game, as it has been the last 5 games I've played, is to just get to jury. If I can get there, then I will feel satisfied with my gameplay. I mean, winning would be great, don't get me wrong. I've played 5 games, won 2, and still never been on a jury. I just don't want to do worse than Malaysia.. Anyway, this is already a long confessional. So I will wrap up saying that I think we will win this reward challenge. Peter being on the Six Tribe has given them a real disadvantage, because he's never around and they need him to start. Hopefully the next confessional I make will be about idol hunting!

Having a discussion with Dani about going to bars and comparing issues with bouncers to Survivor ORGs, and then this happens:

Dani: so basically, its when you know you're getting blindsided but you just accept it and try not to flip the vote to someone else!

Ed: Wouldn't know. Never been blindsided.

lmfao who even am I.

http://prntscr.com/dhldvm 

Desperate times call for desperate measures. I've set up a spreadsheet that keeps all my thoughts organized and keeps all of the happenings of the game and my approach on things in one place. I don't know how long this will go on for, but I think it's nice to have handy for now.

I'd like to think Ed and I got pretty close during our Amity days and if we both end up on the same tribe together he hasn't forgotten about me. Will's cool too but he's gone MIA for a bit so I don't see myself as close to him.

I can see a divide occurring in the tribe if we happen to lose an immunity, which is why it's so important to try to connect with Otto ASAP. He's going to end up being the swing, and if that is the case, he needs to swing to my side. I'll pm him first thing tomorrow and see if I can at least start to establish a connection with him.

Until then, I gotta work on this reward so, Ciao!

Swap after the first tribal? Wtf are we, Albania? Well maybe Peter will improve a little bit and we can become close. I'm glad we didn't have to vote him off, but I don't think he's gonna be my #1 ally.

Okay honestly if we lose reward the other tribe fucking deserves it

We won reward and I'm really getting along with 4 members of my new tribe. I'm not really concerned about this immunity because I kind of want to lose to vote out Bran aka Amanda. So don't expect much from me :)

Me @ having an actual conversation discussing the strategy and plan for a challenge with my tribe: 

Did I do that #immunity2k16

i think i did that

FUCK I DID THAT IM BEING VOTED OFF BYE YALL

Do I lie? Do I expose myself? Do I beg for mercy? Pray for swap? Here's to praying. And I'm still having contractions. I didn't sign up for all this at once

So. Here's the deal. I'm either going home this round or the round after next because of this, or I'm going to get really far. I have to finess this properly, and I think I can work with it if I keep my story straight. I made a commitment to changing my game this ORG and I'm going to. Fuck honesty, it's too early for that shit. Lie, lie, lie, make a good ally and hope they never find out the truth. Or tell them the truth later in the game. I think honestly I'm safe for this round? Carolanne and Peter are both suuuuuuper quiet... rip. Here's to praying! Here's another confessional for Jenn, the confessional slut.

daaaamn payton back at it again with the peter discourse

I'm hoping people aren't being snakes to me and lying to my face. I have a fear people know what I did but I'm trying to cause Inactives Discourse™ before anything else and then hopefully win immunity next time so people won't know what I've done.

Episode title: Time to die, Binches

Tribal council tonight should go as expected. Carolanne has been here the least amount of time, so off she goes. I considered making a small move and keeping her with my Abnegation idol, but I'm not about to put a random target on my back to keep some freak who'll probably just end up self voting tonight.

If I had things going my way, it would be Payton going home tonight. She's just so irritating sometimes and I know exactly who she is, and she's beginning to play super hard too soon in the game. I almost feel like she isn't the person that I think I know, because she is legit just so frustrating. Payton has all these whimsical stories to tell about herself, like how she's pregnant and other family life stories and it all sounds like the person that I truly know, but she comes off so... fake... at the same time. I'm worried.

I can't make a long confessional for this round because I procrastinated super bad so I promise to make a good one later after tribal, assuming that I'm still here :)

I'll do a bigger confessional tomorrow when I'm not sleep deprived due to the current challenge. But just to check in real quick. I formed an alliance with Kyle and Melissa. I really like them, and so far, us three are the most active on the tribe. Hopefully we can pull this challenge out and avoid tribal, but if not, I feel like I will be okay. I could just pull in Jill and Kyle can pull in the other Amity, Will, and then we have 5. But, Kyle brings up a good point about not keeping people who didnt help, which, currently, Jill and Will both fall in that category. I'm too tired to figure this out right now, but hopefully we can win this.

This is a very cute challenge.

So far I think either Ed, Lucy or Dani would be a good final 2 for me if I don't go home after this tribal tonight. Here we go :D

Logan is Payton. I know that. How? Tea time. 1. Their avatar is Erinn. NO ONE USES ERINN BUT LOGAN. 2. I know them IRL, and they openly talk about going to technical school and stuff that Logan does. 3. They talked to me about the school I "go to", Bowdoin, and many other Maine state schools which are 'close to home' (my home).

I haven't told Logan I know it's them, and I don't know if I'm going to. But I could certainly use it to my advantage, saying "I know who Payton is and how they play."

Also, I forgot all my log in info for Peter's original skype so I had to make a totally new one.

Once a flop, always a flop. Even if you have a new name and are using your friends instagram photos/name.

I'm in the Ugly Fruti alliance. I'm really in an alliance named by capitalizing on the misfortunes of others. That is a thing. That is happening. In my life. Right now. Someone PLEASE tell me I actually like these assholes in real life because they're my favorites right now.

Well.... We were down for this challenge by a lot, then my tribe FINALLY woke up and they have quicker reflexes than me, so they got us almost caught up. Then Jenna posts a task about getting an idol clue and I hop on that right quick in my host chat, but I didn't READ THE ENTIRE TASK that says if I take the clue, I lose my tribe 50 points and OF COURSE my reflexes suddenly decide to wake up for this one. UGH. Now we are 65 points behind and I'm just so mad at myself. The only good thing is that nobody knows that I got this advantage, and I don't plan on telling them. I'm really hoping that there are some big points coming up so I can try to make these 50 points up. Ugh, I actually feel really bad. But hopefully I can get the idol out of it.

I promise to back up and make a proper confessional after results are posted, but I just want to say, if anyone on Four took that last deal and gave up all of our points, I am seriously going to fight someone. I mean, I know I gave up 50 points, but first of all, we made that back up, and second, I didn't know that it would lose me points to take the clue. Dumbo me didn't read the entire post, which I know I should have, but if I had known I wouldn't have taken it....  UGH

Confessional #5 Six Day 9

I don't think I made one of these in a week??? Yikes.

So Abnegation won immunity and I was happy. I haven't gotten that close to them, I was sort of inactive, everyone was in my opinion.

We swapped afterwards, I'm on SIx tribe now. It's cool, I like the people. We work together well, but the other tribe, wooh, they're good. We lost both reward and immunity. Sad, but we'll get over it.

However, we lost immunity cause someone was selfish and got an advantage. That's scary, I don't know who or what it is. It's stupid to do, they sabotaged the tribe. This early, it's not smart.

I'm sad, Carolanne is the person leaving, hopefully. She's been really inactive, but she's someone that I feel I could personally use to help the both of us. I'll rather it be her than me, and I hope nobody's lying to me. I'm personally worried that people may believe that I got the advantage. I don't have it. I'm just trying to survive until the merge.

(worry)

Okay so far I really like Eliza. I am sure I have said this numerous times at this point. During the task challenge I got an advantage of being able to cast an extra vote. I was PUMPED about this, and after it happened and there was a score update, Eliza messaged me and asked if I got the advantage from the where's waldo challenge and i immediately told her yes. I started to hesitate and wasnt sure if this was a good or bad thing so I lied about what the advantage was. So instead of being able to cast an extra vote I told her that I got the ability to look at someone else's vote before tribal. Gotta see if she is fully trustworthy later on. But for now she is the one i trust the most until proven otherwise. A tribal council will show a lot. But i also hope to not go to one just yet

I HATE THIS. I hate having conversations with people. I try and not share too much similar information about myself that I may say on my regular skype account to anyone to make sure people don't think that Jill is me, but also I am not that creative. Then on the flip side, I don't know how creative these people are. Payton definitely had decent skills at supporting the background and really diving into the character. I cannot bring myself to do this that intensely. Every conversation I have I go through a struggle of wanting to ask questions and learn about someone but then realizing everything they are saying could just be a lie and not be real so I don't know if it is worth my time to keep up with the charade. I don't know how people catfish online for years. It must get tiring and requires a lot of effort. I would be so afraid of a plot-hole I would not be able to do it. Thank god this game is only like a month and a half

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 2: Part Five

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

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You rolled over in your sheets, letting the familiarity and comfort of your bed solace your thoughts. A yawn began to escape your lips as a light knock hit the front door of your apartment. Opening your eyes slowly, you looked to the bright face of your cell phone and tried to make out the thin, black numbers painted there. 

12:07 am. 

You let out a light groan as you sat up and surveyed your room. Surely someone was trying to access the wrong apartment. No one could possibly have any reason to visit you this late. You furrowed your brows as the knock sounded again, a little more fervent this time. Admittedly, you were mildly frightened to actually leave the safety of your mattress and venture out into the unknown darkness of your living area. Was curiosity enough to kill the cat? 

A mixture of anger and fear gurgled in your stomach. Fear, for the obvious reasons. Had a My Idol fan leaked your address? Was someone at the door to argue with your choices, how you had acted on dates, or even worse…actually want to cause physical harm to you? You had monitored last season and all of the drama that circled around it. Idol sasaeng fans were very much a thing that you did not want to acknowledge, but felt like you may have to eventually. 

You just hadn’t thought it would be this soon. 

The anger part bubbled up when you thought of your privacy being compromised. It also seemed to stem from mild annoyance at the disruption of your REM cycle considering you were having a very pleasant dream featuring the one Mr. Johnny Seo. 

You sighed at the thought of him. With Yoongi’s date being such a rollercoaster of emotion, you made a personal note to thank Johnny. He had begun your My Idol experience how you had expected it to begin. 

Well…beside the sprained wrist part. 

Another knock pulled you from your thoughts as it echoed down the hall, this time much louder than the previous attempts. Whoever it was, was growing more desperate by the moment. You took a deep breath and nodded to yourself, slowly pulling free from your blankets and slinking down the hall. As you moved, you picked up your trusty baseball bat, the perks of living alone having previously prepared you for situations such as these. You gripped it between your palms, your knuckles turning white with the amount of force you held it with. 

“Wrong house!” you shouted, standing on your tippy toes in an attempt to see out of the peephole. 

“It’s not a house, it’s an apartment,” a familiarly gruff voice croaked. “Now open the damn door.” 

You shook your head, not being able to fully wrap your brain around what was happening. With shaking fingers, you haphazardly unlocked the chain from your door and pulled it open, standing in all of your pajama-y glory. 

“What the hell?” you hissed. 

“What’s up, buttercup?” one of your two favorite camera men chuckled. “Get enough rest?” 

“I’ve been asleep approximately forty-five minutes,” you croaked. “What are you doing here?” 

“Filming, what does it look like we’re doing?” the opposite camera man laughed. He shouldered past you and into your apartment, waddling across the hard wood as if he owned the place. 

“Are we having a slumber party?” you muttered, setting down the bat, and crossing your arms as the second camera man entered your home. 

“Depends on your definition,” he hummed, glancing back at you over his shoulder. 

“My definition would be better defined…if I knew what the hell was going on,” you groaned. You stomped behind them and watched as they began setting their equipment down on your kitchen counters. 

“You have a date,” one of them sighed. He turned to open your fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. 

“Yeah, tomorrow,” you grumbled, plopping onto the couch. 

“It is tomorrow,” he chuckled. 

“No, it’s midnight,” you groaned. 

“12:15 pm,” the other camera man sighed. “Technically tomorrow.” 

“You can’t be serious,” you croaked. 

“We’ve never had someone miss a date before,” he muttered. “I guess there’s a first for everything.” 

“So you’re telling me…you expect me…to go and get ready…to go on a date…in the middle of the night,” you hissed. 

“That is precisely what we expect,” he grinned. “Now get going, we need to get you to the location in about fifteen minutes.” 

Your eyes grew wide as you rocketed from the couch and toward your bedroom. You were unsure if you wanted to be involved with a man, idol or not, who began his dates after midnight. Nonetheless, there you were, standing in your closet and sorting through your clothing to find your cleanest pair of jeans. 

After a few moments of chaos, hair tugging, and applying deodorant with a speed you had never known, you reemerged into the living room to find the two camera men snacking on what looked to be yogurt. 

“Are we going?” you sighed, crossing your arms. 

“Waiting on you, princess,” one of them chuckled. “But if you’re ready, let’s roll.” 

You looked out of the My Idol SUV and winced. The combination of the night sky and the tint on the vehicle made it nearly impossible for you to see where you were expected to get out. 

Already being on edge with the situation in general, you felt as if the darkness was a foreboding presence that could only make the situation worse. 

“You can exit the vehicle,” one of the camera men said quietly, his tone different than what you were used to hearing from him. 

“You all wouldn’t allow for a staged kidnapping as a date…would you?” you hissed, glancing toward them. Both men shrugged, content with remaining silent in the eery situation. 

You closed your eyes, attempting to think back to the contract you had skimmed over when agreeing to appear on the program. Was there anything about protection in situations such as these? 

“Really, we’re going to need you to get out of the car,” the other camera man said with a sigh. 

“But…but what if…uh…what if I don’t want to,” you stuttered, opening your eyes and attempting to look out of the window again. Your hand fidgeted on the handle, unsure of whether it should release you into the world or not. 

“Well, we’ll be with you?” one of the camera men groaned, his attempt at feigning kindness falling short. 

“What a comforting thought,” you whispered, finally pushing against the door and hopping out. You kept your hand hovering over the pull bar and peaked around the side of the metal. Wanting to be as close to the car as possible, you strained your neck and peered around in the darkness. 

The car had pulled up along side an arrangement of garbage cans in the middle of an alley. You weren’t familiar with any part of the town bustling on the opposite ends of the passage, and there were no streetlights situated in the area where you currently stood. You grit your teeth and backed up from the car a bit, allowing the two camera men to hop out. You kept your steps slow as you walked backwards, careful to keep any abductions from-

“Hey!” you screeched, your heel hitting something that was very apparently another person’s shoe. 

You spun around at breakneck speed, tumbling toward the ground in your panic. When watching horror movies, you had always wondered how people managed to fall down and get mutilated by some psycho killer, but now you completely understood. Now that the situation had presented itself, you felt the shock and fear work with gravity to send you careening toward the pavement. 

The person you had bumped into was tall, or at least he was from your position on the ground. A baseball cap was pulled over his forehead and a mask sat snuggly on his face. There was no defining marker or feature you could point out to designate him as anyone you had ever seen before. 

He crouched down beside you, immediately grabbing your already injured wrist into his hand. 

“Are you okay?” he hummed quietly, his smooth voice reverberating through the mask. 

“As okay as you can expect me to be!” you snapped. “Who are you? Why are we in an alley? Why were you standing there without saying anything even though you saw me backing into you?” 

“Well…what question do you want me to answer first?” he chuckled. If he hadn’t had a mask on, you would easily be seeing him smile as he asked.

“Well, um, I-” you stuttered, blinking rapidly. His words had caught you off guard. 

“Come on,” he sighed, standing again and offering his hand to you. You looked up at it hesitantly before placing your fingers softly atop his. 

“No calluses,” you muttered, as he tugged you up to stand beside him. 

“What?” he chuckled, tilting his head. 

“Nothing,” you grumbled. “Who are you?”

“You’ll find out,” he nodded. “Be patient.” 

“You don’t get to tell me to-” you started, your face growing hot with frustration. You wanted someone to tell you what was going on and who you were expected to be going on a date with in the middle of the night. 

“Hold my hand,” he interrupted, reaching out for your fingers again. 

“I’m sorry…what?” you croaked, looking over at him in shock. Whoever he was had no issue with leaving you in the dark (both literally and metaphorically.) He also had no issue with commanding you. 

“Hold my hand and don’t let go,” he repeated, sliding his palm against yours. He gave a soft tug as his footsteps hit the pavement, pulling you along in the darkness only a few feet before you reached a door tucked away in the side of the alley. 

You glanced behind you, your heart beginning to slow as you saw the two cameramen lumbering toward you, their promise to remain by your side remaining in tact. Turning back around, you realized you were only centimeters from your alleged date (actual confirmation still pending as you had yet to see his face). You titled your head, attempting to analyze what little skin he actually had showing. He was definitely Korean. His features and jet black hair were enough to tell you that. He smelled wonderful, like a mix of blood orange and cinnamon. Safe, but spicy. Something you could trust, but would keep you on your toes. 

You bit your lip as you took in his clothing, looking down his arm until your eyes met your entangled fingers. He squeezed your hand lightly, causing your focus to immediately jump back toward his face. Judging by the way his cheekbones were jutting up, he was definitely smiling again. He gave you a wink before turning his own head and knocking loudly on the door before you. 

“This is the part in the movies where the anonymous kidnapper sells off his victim,” you muttered. 

“I’m not trying to sell you,” he sighed, squeezing your hand again. “I’d much rather keep you for myself.” 

“Gee, thanks,” you muttered. “Hate to break it to you though, I’m not exactly yours.”

“One of seven, I’m well aware,” he chuckled.

“For someone so confident, you would think you would have no problem showing me who you are,” you sighed. 

“My anonymity is my strength,” he cooed. “It’s when I take the mask off I become vulnerable.”

“You sound like a batman villain,” you muttered. 

“Maybe I am,” he laughed. As you opened your mouth to respond, the door he had knocked on swung open, a large man filling the space it had once guarded. 

“Ah,” he grinned. “It’s been awhile, friend.”

“Too long,” your date nodded, using his free hand to shake with the man who had appeared. “You mind letting us in?” 

“No problem,” the large man hummed. He patted you gently on the shoulder before peering past you. “That may be a problem though.” 

Your date glanced over his shoulder, taking note of the camera crew trailing you. “You two have hand cams or something?” 

“We came prepared,” one of them sighed, digging around in a large bag they had emerged from the car with. 

“Wait a second,” you croaked. “They aren’t coming with us?” 

Your date lifted his brows before turning back to the camera men.

“We tried doing some hand cam work last season,” one of the camera men sighed. “So it only works in certain situations. This is one of them.” 

“But you - you two said!” you argued, feeling childish as you stared up at them as if you were about to cry. Damn your tear ducts. They seemed to be attached to every extreme emotion you had ever felt. “You said you’d stay with me!” 

“And we did,” one of them nodded, lifting up his pudgy fist. “Fighting!” 

Your date chuckled as he lifted up his fist as well. You stared back and forth between them, your mouth slightly ajar. “So…so this is just happening? You’re leaving me with a stranger and a hand cam to disappear into a hole in the wall?” 

“Yes,” they both nodded, handing the hand cameras to both you and your date. 

“To be fair,” one of them sighed. “We know who he is.” 

“No shit,” you grumbled, snatching the camera from the crew member closest to you and spinning back around. Your date took his camera as well before looking back up to the bouncer guarding the door. 

“We good?” 

“Yup,” he nodded, shifting to the side. Your date stepped into the building, keeping your hand locked in his. You held on to it, a little tighter than you would like to admit. He was your sole lifeline in this situation. Someone you had met just ten minutes ago was responsible for you, and you were forced to trust them. 

Nothing like fear to bring a relationship closer. 

You took a deep breath as you stepped into the building behind him. The inside of the structure was just as dark as the alley behind it. You followed blindly in the darkness, a soft, pulsing beat possessing the walls you navigated around. It was as if they were breathing, living in the music being performed somewhere in the labyrinth you were lost in. 

You kept your steps short as you continued forward. Reaching with your opposite hand, you gripped onto your date’s wrist to better navigate. Adjusting to the darkness, your eyes found his face as he glanced back. His eyes were half moons as he turned his focus back to the path you were navigating. After a few more moments of walking, you finally reached another door that he pulled open without hesitation. 

The music you had originally assumed to be quiet due to it’s muffled nature, now exploded, hitting you in the face with it’s rhythm. A blue light bathed the two of you as you stood in the doorway, taking in your surroundings. 

He had brought you to what appeared to be an underground music performance. There were maybe a hundred people crammed into the space, all focused on a group of men rapping at the front of the room. There wasn’t necessarily a stage set up, but more of an elevated platform that everyone had crowded around. Some spectators jumped up and down with the beat, while others simply grooved to words. You were completely taken aback by the situation, only managing to lift your hand cam shakily to capture the scene as the camera crew had directed. 

Your date turned, his smile once again hidden by the fabric covering his face. He lifted his hand to press down on your wrist, placing your arm holding the hand camera at your side. “You’ll have time.” 

His fingers tugged yours again as he led you around the crowd and up a set of stairs leading to a balcony area. Once you had reached the second level, your date paused near the banister, taking a moment to appreciate the music below him. 

You shook your head, looking from the rappers, to the crowd, and back up to your date beside you. “Who are you?” 

Your date pulled his focus away from the performance. He looked down to his shoes before looking up again. Finally untangling his fingers from yours, he dropped the hand he had taken such good care of holding. He reached up and pulled his baseball cap from his head, running his digits through the tendrils to make them messy after being compressed underneath a hat for so long. 

It took you a moment to move from your frozen position, but you lifted your hand cam again, hoping to catch the reveal through the screen so you wouldn’t have to witness it with your own eyes. It was too nerve wracking. 

But for a second time, your date pushed down on your arm and let out a soft sigh. “Later.” 

Rolling your eyes and crossing your arms, you set him with an unenthused glare. 

He chuckled at your reaction, reaching up to pull the strings of his mask away from his lips. The black material fell from his soft features and revealed the face you had been asking to see since this date had begun. 

Your eyes widened as you began to realize who you were staring at, your voice faltering as you attempted to speak the words. “D-Dean?” 

“Kwon Hyuk,” he nodded with a small bow. “Nice to meet you.” 

To Be Continued…

[jae-bummer]

My Idol: Part Four

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

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You looked up wearily at the amusement park worker waving you onto the tagada. His expression showed no pain or concern for your current internal conflict as you mounted the steps beside Tae, your hand gripping his as if it were your last lifeline. You whispered a silent prayer to every God and demigod you had ever heard of and flopped onto the bench of the ride.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Scout’s honor,” Taehyung smiled, plopping down beside you. He slid so his thigh was flush against yours and wrapped his arm behind your shoulders to grip the guard rail. You leaned back, gripping the guard rail as well.

 “You aren’t a scout,” you grumbled through gritted teeth.

“Fine. Taehyung’s honor then,” he grinned. “And I’ll throw in a pinky promise on top of that. I don’t know about you, but I take pinky promises very seriously.”

You rolled your eyes, not being able to hide the smile he had seemingly projected from his face to yours. You gripped his pinky quickly before returning your hand to its position on the tagada’s guard rail. You closed your eyes tightly, seeing stars behind the blackness of your lids.

“Aigoo, how are you so cute?” Tae chuckled, nuzzling his body into yours. Even in a state of panic, you were overly aware of how close he was and how at ease he was being this close to you. Your heart fluttered, but you weren’t sure if it was caused by him or your impending doom.

“It’s starting,” you hissed as the tagada lurched to the side. You let a breath slide out as it began spinning and gyrating in accordance to the song blasting over the loud speakers.

“Tae,” you whimpered, your body flying into the air for what seemed like the billionth time. You gripped to the rail, and now his arm, with everything you had.

“I’m right here,” Taehyung cooed in between excited laughs. Slowly you began to open your eyes, blinded by the brightness that was Taehyung in happy mode. You couldn’t help it as a grin slowly spread to your lips, allowing his contagious joy to fill up and replace the panic that had settled deep in your stomach.

“Is that a smile?” he gasped over the music. “Y/N!”

“It’s your fault!” I giggled.

“I will take all of the blame!” he shouted, loosening up his grip on me and allowing himself to bounce in the air.

“Tae! Taehyung!” you yelled as he bounced higher and higher, flying away from the seat a little more each time.

“This is so much fun!” he yelled, his eyes disappearing into thin lines behind his smiling cheekbones.

“Taehyung!” you yelled one last time before his arms sprang from the safety rail and flew into the air with the rest of his body.

For a moment, the smile slid from his face as momentary panic set in, gripping wildly at the rail. You let go as well, reaching for him, but completely sabotaging your own safety in the process.

“Aish, are you alright?!” Tae yelled over the music as you crashed into his body and both of you landed on the floor of the tagada.

“I think so? Are you alright?” you shouted back. The ride was gradually slowing, eventually coming to a stop.

“No,” he grumbled. “We failed the mission.”

“Yah!” you yelled, smacking him on the shoulder. You furrowed your brows. "That’s what you're worried about?"

“And I didn’t protect you,” he sighed, looking anywhere but at your face.

“You did something better than protect me, Tae,” you said carefully. “You made me enjoy something that I was completely terrified about.”

“Really?” he asked, perking up immediately. “You enjoyed it?”

“It’s hard to not enjoy something when you have literal human sunshine next to you,” you chuckled, pulling yourself up from the floor and standing. Tae did the same and immediately slipped his hand back into yours.

“Well, I guess that means if as long as I’m there, you’ll have to enjoy our punishment too,” he grinned.

The cameraman didn’t even bother looking up as he thrust a red envelope towards Taehyung and you as you stepped off the ride.

“Really? We have to face the consequences immediately?” you grumbled, ripping the envelope from his hands. He shrugged, cracking a smirk as he waited.

“Do you want to read it?” you sighed, looking at the ominous paper in your hands.

Taehyung nodded. “It’s my fault, I should read it…

Double penalty. First, by failing your first mission, you will receive no more missions for this date.”

“How is that a penalty?” you muttered, crossing your arms.

Taehyung looked up at you and you nodded, a silent urge for him to read on.

“But you will incur a third mission on your next date.”

“Great,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. That was something to worry about on a day that was not today.

“Play the peppero game, carnival style. Purchase a churro and bite it down to 2.5cm. Penalty must be repeated until complete.”

Taehyung’s normally caramel cheeks seemed darker as he looked from the page and to my face. “Should I buy it then?”

You waited at a nearby table, tapping anxiously at the wood planks it was made of. You chewed on your lip with a completely new set of nerves as Taehyung neared the beginning of the line for Churros. You hadn’t been close to a boy, let alone a boy’s face for months before this show had begun. On the first date you had accidentally kissed a man, and now you were left to get intimately close with another between a piece of fried dough. You closed your eyes, cursing yourself. How could you complain? If any of this was to happen, you were lucky enough to have it happen with some of the most handsome men Korea had to offer.

You opened your eyes, looking anxiously to the cameramen, waiting for Taehyung’s return. The initial feedback from the first episode hadn’t been as terrible as you had expected. People were happy and excited to see one of their favorite idols being able to experience an actual date. Few comments were centered around you and your appearance. There were few, but you knew there would be. Reality television was less than forgiving. You swallowed hard though, coming to terms that you were on a date with a member of BTS, a group known for fan dedication not seen in years. Would Taehyung’s fans be harsher toward you? Or would they simply be as flustered as you were with all of this?

“Okay, I got two just in case,” Tae muttered, an embarrassed grin on his face.

“We’ll succeed on our first go!” you grinned. “Fighting!”

“Fighting,” he repeated, lifting a churro. “Okay…you bite it and I’ll do the moving.”

“Okay,” you whispered, taking the fried food from Taehyung and setting it between your teeth. Your face immediately grew hot as he lifted a hesitant hand to the back of your neck and held it there. His face was suddenly stern, focused on the task at hand as he lifted the end of the churro to his lips and bit down. He chewed for a moment, taking another bite into his mouth. His smiled around the chewing, covering up the anxiety with a boxy grin. His hand remained cemented on your neck, slowly pushing your face toward his. You felt yourself begin to take more shallow breaths as his face moved closer and closer, your noses nearly touching. He tilted his face, your lips nearly grazing…  

as he took the final bite and pulled away.

“Measure!” he called out sheepishly, his cheeks a dark red. He looked over to the camera man who was digging around in his bag. He pulled out a ruler, placing it against the bitten piece of food and nodded.

“2.4 centimeters!”

“AIgoo, what a relief!” Taehyung chuckled, not daring to look you in the eyes. You thought you had broken out in a sweat in the short exchange and could only look away as well.

You chewed thoughtfully on what had to have been your fifth churro as you walked arm and arm with Taehyung to the exit.

“So did you have fun?” he asked, sliding his arm out from his coat pocket and straightening it out by his side. He grabbed your fingers before placing both of your hands in his pocket. You looked up at him in surprise before processing the question and looking away.

“I did have fun,” you nodded, reflecting on all the rides you had gone on and snacks you had eaten. “You were a wonderful date.”

“I was thinking next time we could go to the park.” Taehyung smiled. “Put up a hammock and maybe have a picnic? I want to know more about you.”

“Tae,” you sighed, shaking your head. “You know I can’t decide that.”

“But we can still chat…even if I don’t win the second date,” Taehyung said hopefully. “I can give you my number and-“

“Against the rules unless you make final three,” the cameraman grunted. “Read the contract.”

“Oh,” Taehyung nodded, his face sad with the truth. It didn’t take but two seconds for his face to shine brightly again. “I guess I’ll just have to get voted back on next round then!”

“I guess you will,” you chuckled, coming to a stop outside of the park’s gates.

Two SUV’s waited for you near the sidewalk, obviously signaling that your time together had come to a close.

“Thank you for everything Taehyung,” you whispered. “You’re a tough act to follow.”

“No act,” Taehyung smiled, turning to you and releasing your hand. He wrapped his arms around you instead and gave you a tight hug. “This is real TV. Get it? T for Taehyung and V for V.”

“Clever,” you laughed, your face mushed into his sweater. You gasped as you felt his lips kiss your forehead softly before he pulled away.

“Have a great night,” he smiled, squeezing your arm one last time. "I'll see you soon."

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