#thursdays hyune days

[charmercharm3r]

only lovers left alive

HHJ

Masterlist

6/8 of The Sleepwear Series

wc: 4.5k

Synopsis: Fortunately, in this bedroom, no one else exists.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, softdom!hyunjin, fem!reader, unprotected sex (assume reader is on birth control lol), jealous hyune, cute slutty lingerie, makeshift bondage, gets real sweet at the end, cream pie, pretty vanilla ngl

Date night never really went according to plan with you and Hyunjin. For as long as you started dating, which has been a long while, Thursday nights were designated days for the two of you to spend time together, being that it was his break in his long weeks where he specifically asked for off. It was the sweetest gesture, you thanked him every Thursday for making the time.

Lately, every Thursday he ended up apologizing. Not for anything he did on purpose, but because nothing he plans really ends up following through. Hyunjin is a romantic at heart no matter how much he tries to hide it. He attempts to take you on wonderful sunset picnics, bike rides along the river, or other fun couple things that you could do together. Emphasis on couples.

Hyunjin’s consistent Thursday leave of absences encouraged the rest of his members to follow suit, the other three men he lived with deciding that Thursday nights were designated rest days for all of them. That put a strain on your and his date nights. It made your boyfriend annoyed to no end that he couldn’t have one peaceful day of the week with you all for himself. No, he was forced to share you.

Him? Share you? Hyunjin wouldn’t have it. 

Thursday nights went from date night to game night, couple outings into group outings with his roommates. Yes, Chan, Changbin, and Jisung are his best friends. Yes, he knows that he should be ecstatic that his friends enjoy your company. But in absolutely no way is he happy about how much they want to be around you.

Hyunjin is the jealous type, he’s admitted it to you on more than one occasion, but that’s more in a romantic sense. This is him being jealous that his friends want to hang out with you more than they want to hang out with him. And he hates that they say it to his face.

This Thursday, Hyunjin had devised a new, fool-proof plan to have you for himself. He wasn’t going to tell the guys what time he was leaving or where he was taking you, he didn’t even bother telling you the details, claiming it to be a surprise.

One hell of a surprise, Hyunjin had picked you up and taken you to your favorite bar for a few drinks. Since it was the first time in a while you’d been alone together outside of his room, he suggested a bit of role playing, pretending to be strangers meeting for the first time at the bar, and you were beyond excited. He knew how this night was going to end and it was going to be fucking magical! Right?

Of course not, because he has the worst best friends ever.

You were sitting at the bar counter in a gorgeous black dress, your pretty legs crossed and looking unbothered as you sipped a fruity, pink drink. The cute black heels you were wearing were a gift from your boyfriend for your anniversary, something you only wore on special occasions

Hyunjin had walked into the bar as soon as you had gotten your drink and was watching you from a booth off to the side, keeping a close eye on the way the men around you ogled your body. He hated every second of it. All he wanted was to wrap his arms around you and hold you hostage with his kisses so everyone knew who you belonged to. You were quick to dismiss any advances from these desperate assholes, making his heart swell a bit with pride no matter how anxious it made him. This is part of the game, rewards outweigh the shitty build up.

The way you were nonchalantly looking at your nails and admiring the polish was a sign that you were getting tired of waiting, so Hyunjin made his way over. He talked you up, pulled out all the stops and made you blush like the first time all over again. Things were going well, a bit too well that it had raised goosebumps on his arms in suspicion. Just when he was going to shake the thoughts from his head and live in the moment, the door to the bar burst open and in walked the three people he wanted to avoid tonight.

“I’m sure they’ll be here! This place has Y/N’s favorite drink— oh! There they are! Y/N, Hyunjin, hiiiiiii!” A heavy sigh came from the both of you, looking at one another knowingly and giving up on the strangers act. 

Jisung skipped through the bar with the two others on his tail. He hugged you first, then coddled up to Hyunjin when your boyfriend gave him the stink eye. “What are you doing here?” Hyunjin faked sincerity, speaking the words through his teeth as he slung his arm around your waist and held you tight.

“You didn’t tell us where you went after practice. Thought we’d find you here,” Changbin took a seat on the other side of you, calling the bartender over and ordering.

As frustrated as he was, Hyunjin did his best to keep a cool face. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass you by blowing up, defaulting to keeping quiet and letting you do most of the talking.

You knew what tonight meant to him, even if he’d kept what he had planned a secret, it was only with pure intentions. Hyunjin was always easy to read when he was displeased, feeling it especially in the way he gripped your thigh under the counter. To ease him a bit, you guided his hand upwards until he felt the single garter around your thigh. His face perked up in surprise, eyes growing wide as he looked at you. Hyunjin didn’t let his eyes track down to see the garter, not wanting to draw attention from his friends. His mind definitely wasn’t on the date crashers anymore. 

In fact, he was so distracted that he wasn’t paying attention when Chan had asked him a question. Your hand lightly stopping his fiddling of the textured lace brought Hyunjin back to earth. “Hm?”

“Channie asked you a question, baby,” you said with a kind smile. You were much more patient than he was, turned on just by the tone of your voice when you spoke.

Your boyfriend blankly looked at the brunette standing behind you. “I asked if I could borrow Y/N to be my wingwoman,” Chan repeated, “just for a bit. You’ll have your hand up their dress again before you know it.” Chan had thrown in that last bit just to mess with the blonde, who was already at his wits end.

Squeezing Hyunjin’s hand, you tilted your head and awaited his response. Normally, you aren’t the type to take unnecessary orders, but your boyfriend needed the little bit of control since the night went haywire.

“I’d rather not, tonight. Kinda wanted to spend some time together… alone.”

Now, you weren’t going to be the one to tell the three how you and Hyunjin were feeling, but the balls it took for him to do it, you had to applaud him. You squeezed his hand a bit tighter in approval.

The three others went quiet for a moment, unsure of what to do and Jisung coughing to fill the void. Changbin suddenly downed his drink and placed it upside down on the counter, patting Chan’s back as they agreed that they’ll sit in a booth on the other side of the room.

You and Hyunjin were left alone again. His head fell into your neck as he pulled you in for a tight, brief hug. “Never let me talk back to them alone ever again, that was scary,” he whined and let his hand slip into yours.

“It’s okay. You have me all for yourself now.” Leaning forward, you planted a peck to his lips in appreciation for his efforts— no matter how small. 

“I almost didn’t! It’s like they’re stealing you from me on purpose.” Hyunjin sulked back in his chair just a little, but enough for you to take note of.

“They’re just lonely, baby. Not everyone has a smoking hot girlfriend to show off like you do,” nudging him on the shoulder, you offered him a sip of your drink.

Letting the sweet taste linger on his tongue, Hyunjin cringed as you switched your drinks to finish his, knowing he wouldn’t now that he’d had a taste of yours. You always happily switched drinks considering he was a lightweight anyway but was too proud to ever admit he always liked the ones mixed with sprite and fruity syrups better. He curled his lips in a thankful, appreciative smile.

“I know. But can’t they get some by themselves? Why do they need you?” He tilted his head onto his hand and visibly sulked with a notoriously cute pout to his lips.

“Because none of you have game. Like zero. You barely bagged me.”

“What?! Not true!”

“It’s so true it hurts. But it doesn’t matter, you somehow managed to woo me anyway. Besides, who cares if they need a wingwoman for one night,” You leaned into his exposed neck, fingertips grazing his thigh and whispered, “everyone knows the sex feels better when you love each other.”

Grabbing his (your) drink, Hyunjin downed what was left and immediately stole your hand to lead you away. From across the bar, he yelled at the trio, “don’t come home!”

Before he could drag you out the door, you stopped him to go up to the person that Chan was eyeing earlier. You’d only mentioned that he thought they were cute and told them his favorite drink, sending them his way. “You’re way too nice to them,” Hyunjin murmured as the person walked up to the trio’s table, pulling you away before you could see the result. 

The drive home was unbearably long. To pass the time— which in reality was probably only about fifteen minutes— you let your hand caress his thigh, squeezing at red lights and dragging your nails over the fabric of his pants. Hyunjin didn’t dismiss your advancements, but rather egged you on and shot you a grinning, provocative smirk whenever you’d get close to his crotch, both taking note of the swelling bulge. 

You couldn’t even get out of the car yourself when you rolled up to the apartment, Hyunjin had quickly put it in park and ran around the side to open your door and lift you out. Princess style he carried you into the building and up the elevator until reaching the front door, the only time he put you down to open the door but threw you over his shoulder immediately after. With your ass next to his head, he turned to bite your hip through the fabric, making you squeal as his big hands pushed your dress higher and higher as he paraded you through the apartment.

Stripping you is his favorite part. He loves the build up, loves watching you squirm as he stares almost too intensely. Getting you alone had been his only goal of the night, having you all for himself now, he didn’t know where to start.

He tossed you onto the bed as you giggled, watching your dress ride higher when you laid on your back. Your bare legs were on display and hair swirled about the mattress like a halo, so pretty against his white sheets. The amount of time to get you like this felt worth it as you smiled up at him and hiked your dress around your waist.

The underwear you had on made his mouth drool. Was that your bare cunt? Oh, it is.

“Baby… what the fuck are you wearing?” It was rhetorical, Hyunjin knew exactly what you were wearing and his brain was short circuiting just looking at you.

“Too much?” You asked, snapping the band against your hip.

This was his little treat for being so patient, lingerie is your boyfriend’s guilty pleasure. It was only once in a while he’d be rewarded with something as skimpy as this. It could hardly be classified as lingerie, the garter around your thigh had more material than the underwear itself. Black straps criss-crossed over your hips and left zero to none to the imagination, serving as more like glorified ribbon than underwear. Hyunjin’s mouth watered at the way it hugged the nook between your inner thigh and mound, pussy looking deliciously puffy and glistening.

“Not enough. Take this off,” his hands were on you in a second, flipping you to unzip your dress and get rid of it entirely, but not without a few kneads and slaps to your ass.

As if your underwear wasn’t enthralling enough, the top made your boyfriend absolutely feral. Your chest was hardly covered by the crossing black material that wrapped around your neck in a halter fashion like bandages. Though, the width of the top was short, nipples ever so slightly peaking out. If he had known that the visible detail he’d noticed at the bar was part of a set and not your dress, Hyunjin would’ve taken you home so much sooner.

“You look so sinful, sweetheart. Where did you get all this?” Hyunjin snapped the garter against your thigh, making you wince with a smile.

“Got it online, but I think it might be the wrong size. It looks a bit small, right?” You pushed your boobs together, hinting.

“Hm, need a closer look.”

Hyunjin kneeled onto the bed and spread your legs, climbing between them until he reached your chest to nuzzle his face between your breasts. He bit into the skin surrounding the material, licking your nipples through it and feeling them pebble beneath his tongue. Lightly teething the nub, Hyunjin’s big hands felt up and down your torso to pull you in impossibly closer. You could feel his clothed erection against your crotch, grinding against one another in need. It was getting harder for both of you to keep control, more for you than him seeing as you were the only one naked. When you tried to pull his head up and undress him, Hyunjin tutted against you. “Don’t rush me, baby. I’ve waited too long to have you like this.”

“You say that like you don’t see me naked almost every day.”

“Almost every day isn’t enough. Gonna ruin all your clothes so you have to walk around naked all the time. Just for me.” He took the top off you with little to no effort seeing as he ripped it at the seams. The tearing sound of the fabric riled you up even more, bucking up into him. “You’re just for me. Never letting anyone near you. Mine.”

His words came with loving bites to your skin, anywhere and everywhere up and down your arms, your chest, covering your spine when he flipped you on your stomach again. Things escalated even quicker as Hyunjin hiked your hips up and positioned you with your head in the pillows, using the two pieces of your wrecked top to tie your wrists to your ankles. Only the flimsy, teeny tiny straps for underwear covered you, not even doing that properly as your arousal dripped down the insides of your thighs.

When he had you exactly the way he wanted, Hyunjin stayed behind you, out of sight. You tried to crane your neck to catch a glimpse of him, but to no avail. You could hear him unbuckling his belt, piece by piece of clothes hitting the floor. Yet, you couldn’t see anything. When you whined, calling your boyfriend’s name, he chuckled darkly.

“You did this for me, didn’t you? Got dressed up pretty, put on the sluttiest thing you own for me to take off, right? Stop whimpering, dolls are meant to be good.” You moaned in confirmation, gently swaying your hips back and forth. It seemed to have lured him in, feeling both his hands take hold of you to keep you still. When you were going to tell him to hurry up, Hyunjin nudged at your exposed bundle of nerves with his nose and sucked in a deep breath. “Mmm, yeah… made for me.”

“Baby, please.”

“Who do you belong to?” His fingers traced the outline of your cunt, playfully spreading your puffy pussy lips with long fingers and avoiding touching you where you wanted.

“You.” The response earned you a featherlight circle around your entrance, you wouldn’t have felt it if not for every nerve in your body being on fire.

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours.”

“Damn fucking right, you are.”

He licked a broad stripe up the center of your cunt, licking up every bit of your essence to coat his tongue. Hyunjin let out a deep groan upon tasting you, losing every last bit of his resolve when your hole clenched around nothing. He had taken off everything except for his white button down, leaving it undone as unable to be bothered with it. 

Moving to get on his knees behind you, he slicked his aching cock between your folds, head falling back upon feeling your warmth. You kicked your hips back, wanting more than what he was giving, though he stopped your desperate attempts as soon as they started. “Stay still, doll. Be a good toy for me.”

You let out one more soft moan, using every bit of energy you had to do as he asked. Hyunjin admired you for another moment with his cock in his hand, stroking himself slowly at the sight of you, pretty and tied up and quietly begging for him to claim you. Smirking to himself, proud, he pushed the blunt head of his dick against your entrance and his entire body shivered. You were right, sex never feels as good as it does when you’re in love. To him, it’ll never get better than with you.

Slowly did he sink further into your cunt, burying to the hilt and falling still as he tried to compose himself. You clenched around him tighter, erratically, and it drew out more strings of moans from his lips, even louder than yours.

Hyunjin moved lazily, savoring every bit of your slick, hot walls. Hyunjin was always a tease, mostly because he loved when you began to disobey. He not-so-secretly made it difficult for you, every bit of him enjoying when he could fuck you back into obedience. So he let you move on your own, thrusting back onto his cock slowly, but still faster than the pace he originally set.

Wetness and his moans drowned out your own, you tried to at least do one thing he asked by keeping your voice down. Though, you were a sucker for the way he whined and never held back. Hyunjin has always made the prettiest noises, especially when he was feeling particularly possessive like now.

The motions of your cunt was making him slowly lose his mind, unsure if he’d be able to keep up the dominating facade. You did this thing with your cunt that made him feel like a cow getting milked, precum seeping from his tip with every push and pull and stimulating him to no end. It was so good that it felt almost painful, the heaviness in his balls was weighing down on his whole body, if he didn’t release the pressure Hyunjin was sure he’d explode.

Having enough he rocked into you steadily for a second before taking hold of your hips and letting himself succumb to the grip of your cunt. You convulsed around him so wonderfully wet, unrelentingly and creaming every pull out spreading the white ring further to cover your swollen lips. You were so messy and beautiful and sweaty and sexy how you moaned his name at the speed of his thrusts picking up, Hyunjin no longer cared to pretend that he wasn’t craving the feeling of your lips, the only thing keeping him from blowing his load— he couldn’t without it.

“Baby, untie me. Please, please, please— wan’ kiss—“

You hadn’t finished your sentence before he hastily began to set you free, shaking and struggling to undo the knots because he was so excited. That was why he was so in love with you, you knew him better than he knew himself. He always suspected it was because you could read his mind, but later realized that no, it’s just because you’re one on the same. If he had to put together a genderbent version of himself, he’d just be describing you.

“C’mere,” he immediately got you on your back and tangled his limbs around you, pressed chest to chest and lips finally colliding. Hyunjin kisses like he’s starved of them, as if he doesn’t kiss you every day and someone’s waiting in the shadows to snatch you away for good, always passionate and always filled with love.

For a little, neither of you were focused on the aching between your bodies, caught up in the feeling of the way he slotted against you so smooth and plush. His hands carding through your hair only to tug your face closer made the arousal shiver through your spine again and cant your cunt against his leaking cock. Hyunjin didn’t break away when his slung your one leg around his hip and blindly entered you once more. You could feel the goosebumps raise along his skin when he did, moaning into your mouth like a pornstar.

Such a contrast in the carnal way he took you moments ago to how painstakingly gentle his hips stole away and flushed fully against yours now. He never failed to make you feel like the only person he’s ever known, the only one he’ll ever see. His kisses were a fully loaded gun that just needed someone to pull the trigger.

It could’ve been minutes or hours that Hyunjin slackly used his entire body weight to press his cock against the sweet spot within you and the warm skin of his pelvis dragging across your clit. That paired with his ravaging lips and whiney, whimpered moans made you smell colors at this point, feeling millions of stars tingling in your fingertips and toes until you finally tipped over the edge. Your heel dug into his back to keep him lodged in your pussy as you rode out the orgasm. He swore that he’d talked to whatever god was out there because of how intense his own high was, feeling his soul practically getting milked out of his body and deposited into yours.

Maybe not his soul, but definitely a big load of something else.

The two of you stayed like this until you could feel both your heartbeats return to normal and he softened within you. Foreheads sweatily pressed together and your nails raking up and down his back, Hyunjin was suddenly bursting with energy once again. He let his body collapse on top of you and wrangled to take off his dress shirt so the two of you were just about entirely naked.

“Tired?” He mumbled against you, falling to the side and taking you with him to cuddle tighter. You nodded and snuggled into his chest. “Don’t sleep yet. I wanna talk with you.”

“About what?” The words barely intelligible as your eyes shut.

“Anything, everything. We need to get more shampoo.”

“I’ll pick some up tomorrow. Do you want the regular one you use or—“

“Whichever you usually get.”

You hummed in response, getting distracted by his hands gently massaging your skin. “Wait… do you use my shampoo?”

“Mhm. And your body wash, your lotion, sometimes your face moisturizer when I feel like it.”

“Buy the jumbo size of the shampoo!” A muffled voice from outside the room called. You and Hyunjin both jumped and scrambled to toss the covers over your bare bodies.

“More lotion too! You’re all out,” called a second.

“Do all of you use my stuff?” You responded, rolling on your back and unintentionally letting your boyfriend’s flaccid cock slip from your pussy, him cringing at the feeling. Hyunjin huffed and flopped himself on top of you again to stay close.

“Yes!” Hyunjin and the two outside the door answered, the knob jiggled.

Hyunjin shot a cold look at the door, “what did we say about personal space?”

“Channie hyung left us at the bar. Let us in!”

Changbin and Jisung knocked and twisted the locked door until Hyunjin caved. He handed you his white button up as you grabbed some napkins to wipe away whatever was leaking out of you then tossing it in the trash, sighing and sitting up against the headboard. When you were in the clear, he gave you a clean pair of boxers to put on just in case, though not bothering to put any on himself.

As soon as the door was unlocked, the two stragglers burst in and threw themselves at the end of Hyunjin’s bed. Your boyfriend looked at you from behind them, lulling his head back in slight annoyance until you’re open arms beckoned him to return by your side. His nakedness didn’t seem to affect the other two as he crawled under the sheets and snuggled into you.

“You’ll never believe the balls on Channie hyung. Y/N, you’d be so disappointed if you heard his pick up lines,” Jisung laid across your legs, head perched in his hands while Changbin sat behind him.

Hyunjin was just listening now to your conversation with his roommates. He didn’t get the night he wanted, but at the end of the day, he didn’t need it. As long as you always held him like you were now, mindlessly braiding his hair and giving his kisses to the top of his head every few minutes, he didn’t mind if his friends wanted to rant to you about their days.

As you chit chatted with Changbin and Jisung for a bit longer, you could feel Hyunjin dozing off, his breathing getting deeper in your lap. The two seemed to notice as your voice dropped to a whisper, and eventually, they let themselves out, leaving you with your sleeping boyfriend.

You tried to get comfortable next to him again, but Hyunjin stirred and only held you tighter. “Baby, let me under the blanket. I’m cold,” you cooed, stroking his cheek.

“Are they gone?” there was a raspiness in his voice that made you giggle and mutter, “yes.”

Hyunjin rolled away for a few seconds until he could wrap around you again. “What happened to wanting to talk with me?” You laughed, kissing his cheek and getting comfortable for the last time.

“Jus’ wanna hold you now.” He nuzzled into your neck like a cat leaving his scent, “never letting them in my room ever again.”

“Mhm, bedroom is off limits now.”

“…but please get the jumbo sized shampoo. I really like the smell. And the bo—“

“The body wash and the lotion. I got you, baby.”

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tags: @sensitiveandhungry @babebatter @aliferousminho @changbinluvr @epiphanynaffit @fawnpeaks @linovely @dumplinbokkieracha @finnydraws @naturules @djeniryuu

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painting with h. hyunjin

This week really did you and your boyfriend dirty. Everyday you would come home yawning, shoulders slump, complaining about how much you dream of getting into the bed. You find Hyunjin at your shared apartment, already grumpy, most likely splashed on the couch looking absolutely dead. You would just lay down on his back, nuzzling face into his hair. The drama king he is, Hyunjin would whine in fake pain, throwing you off of him, just to grab your tired body and lock it tightly in between his arms. Usually you fell asleep like this, having to rush yourself the morning after to take a shower and do everything people normally do after work. Monday, tuesday, wednesday and thursday, they all looked like this, they all felt like world just chew you up and spit you out on the ground for no reason.

But today's friday. The only thing keeping you alive at work was thought of weekend starting, knowing that your boyfriend stays home with you for these two days and you can have him all to yourself. Maybe that's why you got just slightly disappointed when you found him sitting in front of a blank canva with all his painting set already on the table. Of course, you absolutely adored Hyunjin's artwork and watching him focused on his hobby was your favorite thing to look at, ever. You once spent four hours just admiring his relaxed face, eyes wandering around the canva and brushes making soft, comforting sounds swiping on it. Obviously, Hyunjin wouldn't be himself if he didn't complain about it, trying to move your face the other way or throwing random shirt at your head so you don't stare at him so deeply, but the truth is, he liked the attention. He would always pretend it annoys him, but he wouldn't change it for the world. However, today it's you who needs his attention. The whole day you've been thinking about being in his warm embrace and watching some scary movies or comedies. But you know Hyunjin values his private space, especially when he's creating things. You couldn't help but frown, only patting his shoulder softly as a greeting, not to interrupt him. You go to your shared bedroom and slump yourself on the bed, sighing into the pillow. You play some podcast and let yourself sink into the softness of the covers. Not even half an hour passed when you started tossing and turning in desperate need of your boyfriend's presence. You quietly make your way to the livingroom, the only sound coming from it is Hyunjin's calm playlist playing from the phone. His eyes don't catch you standing in the door frame, too focused on his progressing artwork.

"Hyune," you mumble something barely above the whisper, taking small steps towards his sitting figure. You start playing with the ends of his hair, scared that any more physical touch might distract him at the moment.

"Hm?" his attention immediately goes to you and your heart melts a little. He once told you, you're the only one he would ever pause working for, and that's true, he could never ignore you.

"Can I stay here with you for a second? I miss you," your arms carefully wrap themselves around his shoulders and your chin rests on top of his head. Hyunjin leans into your touch slightly, short chuckle leaving his mouth.

"Do you want to try painting with me, buttercup?" he asks looking up at you and your eyes go wider, taken aback by his offer.

"I can? Won't I disturb you?" in response he just grabs your hands and guide you in front of him, pulling you onto his lap. His chin finds its place on your right shoulder and he takes your hand, forcing a brush in between your fingers. Hyunjin guides your hand to the canva and you try to stop it with your own strength. Before you can manage to say "I'll ruin it", or "I don't want to force you to anything" he just grabs your head with his other hand and turns it, pressing his soft lips onto yours, succesfully shushing you. You melt into the kiss instantly, finally getting your desired attention. "Shut up," is the only thing he says after pulling away, sending you the warmest smile you've ever seen and you feel like every worry bothering you since last week washes away. So you let him guide your hand as he pleases, after some time letting it go, grabbing his own brush and painting along with you, making your shared masterpiece. He helps you with every unfortunate stain of paint or wrongly mixed colors, laughing it off, nothing but love burning in his eyes when your face gets flustered or angry at your mistakes. Hyunjin praises your part a lot, paying his attention into the smallest details, clearly impressed by the amount of effort you put into the painting.

After all, it's now hung above your shared bed, exposed like a masterpiece it is, for everyone to see. And Hyunjin has never been more proud of any of his artworks, no matter how good they looked. Because this one he created with you, with the love of his life.

masterlist

[absolutebl]

Top 10 Cozy BLs!

Our Dating Sim made me realize we have a new sub genre of BLs happening right now: the cozy BL. 

I decided to invent/identify/name this new BL category because... I can. I crowd sourced (here in the hellhole) opinions of how to define it and what should go on it. The collective brainstormed and elected the following qualifications: 

low angst 

low stakes 

high domesticity 

a central relationship that is more cute than anything else

extra points for found family

AKA BLs that make you feel happy and comfortable. 

These BLs leave you feeling warm and safe, like a hot water bottle. I will list them in order of my personal preference when in the mood for “cozy.”

1. Our Dating Sim 

(Korea, Viki) 

Did I create this list for this show? Yes I did. It defines this category. It is a very low stakes, high domesticity, extremely warm and gentle second chance at love office romance. 

This is a fuzzy blanket of a story that perfectly suited KBL’s short-length tendencies. The pacing is... muuuuuah... chef’s kiss. 

2. Seven Days 

(Japan, grey in 2 parts Seven Days: Monday - Thursday | Seven Days - Friday - Sunday) 

 Popular first year Seiryo has a policy of going out with any girl who asks… for one week. On a lark, third year Yuzuru tests to see if that policy also applies to boys. Seiryo agrees that it does. Along the way they accidentally fall in love. Possibly my favorite BL of all time. It’s very gentle with us and its characters while still having that Japanese emo edge to it. 

A master class in quite yet riveting cinema. 

What, you doubted me? OF COURSE it’s on the list

3. My School President

(Thailand, YouTube)

GMMTV gave us a classic high school set Thai BL with tropes like messy boys singing their feelings that made this one Love Sick for the modern age with all the gentle sweetness and pining ache, but none of the dated damaging tropes or issues. Yes, we’ve seen it all before, but I still ADORED this, and that’s partly what makes it so comforting. Who let my BL be this wholesome and funny? 

4. See You After Quarantine?

(Taiwan, Viki) 

Be you never expected lockdown to be comforting? This under appreciated gem is Taiwan’s answer to Gameboys and is just as charming and adorable yet still as quintessentially Taiwanese as one might hope. It features a Japanese love interest and the cutest most confused disaster gay. Slow burn because the two have almost no actual screen time together and yet manage some truly amazing chemistry plus sweetly caring and earnest. Honestly how does Taiwan do it?

5. Ingredients 

(Thailand, YouTube) 

At the time (during lockdown) many of us referred to this as our “emotional support grocery store advertisement.” If all you want is two soft boys being domestic, cooking together, cuddling on the couch, cat sitting, and babysitting - just put this on and be comfy.

6. What Did You Eat Yesterday?

(Japan, grey) 

Basically the grown up version of Ingredients. Emotionally repressed, grumpy, salary man shows his hair dresser husband his love by cooking amazing meals. That’s it, that’s the whole show. There some queer fam drama, and blood-fam coming out drama, but mostly is husbands cooking and eating together and it’s great. Is it BL? Not really. Do we care? Not really. 

7. The New Employee

(Korea, Viki) 

This one is queer comfort, explicitly. If you aren’t queer you might not find it as warm and engaging. A near pitch perfect office BL with conflict derived from that setting. Also featuring found family and a lesbian bestie. Sweet & innocent (and out) Seung Hyun scores the office internship of his dreams. On his first day at work he gets into it with his cool reserved (and also v gay) boss. 

As you do. 

But things get romantic pretty darn quickly. 

As you gay. 

8. En of Love: Tossera & Future the series

(Thailand, YouTube) 

Tossera = Younger boy wants to court older boy and does and… that’s it. No really that’s the WHOLE STORY. There is actually no angst, drama, or, indeed plot. But are they the softest bois ever to BL as a main couple? Yes, yes they are.

Future is... exactly the same thing. 

Are we mad about it? 

Nope. 

9. Oxygen 

(Thailand, YouTube) 

Softest seme in the universe sings his affection to the older boy at the cafe. Let the slow burn courting commence. Oxygen uses every BL trope in the playbook for one of the gentlest lowest angst BLs ever made. It’s a hyung romance (younger boy courts older boy) but very very earnest about it. Am I biased? Sure. This is probably one of my biggest comfort watches. 

10. Our Dining Table 

(Japan, Gaga)

Lonely salaryman and talented cook gets accidentally adopted by a college kid and his little brother. It’s a quiet cozy little parable of found family alleviating loneliness. Possibly too slow for some but definitely high up there for me with the best of what Japan can do (like Restart After Come Back Home), it’s only flaw (if I dare say such a thing) is that it is not really “romantic.” Lovely & sweet but the romance beats are being used to build a family relationship, not just couple intimacy, it’s OK with me, but not totally BL.

For me one of the hallmarks of cozy BL is that as a chronic rewatcher I find myself starting to rewatch these ones even as they are still airing. Oxygen was an icon of this (also my first watch-along and the reason I realized I really had a passion for BL)

Shorts

Summerdaze - Singapore & Korea, YouTube

The 8.2 Second Rule - Japan, YouTube 

A First Love Story - Korea, YouTube 

Some More - Korea, Gaga 

Quite a few other Strongberry offerings.

More like this?

Top 10 Most Romantic BLs for Valentine’s Day

Top 20 Softest Couples in BL

Top 10 Cutest BLs

Fluffy Sweet Soft Thai BL

10 BLs Best Enjoyed with Hot Tea & a Roaring Fire

MOAR RECS?

From the blog comments. If I agree I gave it a description. 

Boys Lockdown (YouTube) - actually on this list because it go so many votes by everyone else, I haven’t watched it. 

My Ride (GaGa) - Thai BL grew up with this pulp - a truly lovely and special little show featuring the extremely rare pairing of sunshine/sunshine AKA a cinnamon roll couple. Mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. The support cast is excellent, making for great friendship groups and family dynamics. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. In other news, I am a sucker for a single dimple. Full review.

Takara-kun to Amagi-kun (Viki & Gaga) - yes, high school angst but so sweet about it. Review here.

2 Moons 3 Ambassador (grey) - I love this odd little pulp, it’s oddly satisfying for all it’s awkward cheese-fest. Maybe that is why I like it. Review here.

21 Days Theory (YouTube) 

About Youth (Gaga) - A truly lovely little coming of age high school BL with a classic YA low drama but high angst and an earnest depth. Full review here.

Ai no Kotodama (Gaga) 

Be Loved In House: I Do (Viki) 

Cherry Blossoms After Winter (Viki warning dub con) - it’s here because a lot of people (like me) love it, but there are objections. Review here.

Cherry Magic (Japan, indie subbed) AKA Doutei dato Mahoutsukai ni narerurashii - the sweetest, fluffiest, most charming bit of adorable ever, full of found family and pastry and serious slapstick, the characters are utter spazzes, but so cute about it. Still that aspect makes me a little tense so I don’t find it as cozy as others do.  

Craving You (Viki) 

Destiny Seeker (grey) - see 2 Moons Ambassador 

DNA Says Love You (Gaga) - particularly the last few episodes. 

La Cuisine (GaGa) - sweet and kind of pure show, and like Thai desserts perhaps requires too much patience for a layperson. Because of the pacing and the focus on the bad girl character, I did dock it. But if you like stuff in the Oxygen vein, then this show is for you, and far better than most Thai BL pulps. That said, I suspect that I enjoyed it more than many would. Full review. 

Meet Me Outside (Gaga) 

Meow Ears Up (Gaga) 

Mr. Heart (Viki) 

Mr. Unlucky has no Choice but to Kiss (Viki) 

Nitiman (Thailand YouTube) - This Thai BL pulp had sympathetic characters, a solid tsundere uke redemption arc, and a fantastic pining seme who yearned without bullying, grooming, or gaslighting. Plus when they were together, they were ridiculously soft. But it also had a realistic portrayal of university life, bisexual awakening, and friendship groups. Ending is okay but a victim of lockdown.

Old Fashion Cupcake (Viki) 

Ocean Likes Me (Viki) 

Roommates of 304 (Viki) 

Wish You (Korea - Netflix or Viki, you want the movie version) AKA Wish You: Your Melody in My Heart - low stakes high pining romance about a pianist who falls in love with a busker who is on his way to being the next big idol.

There was quite a lively discussion coming up with this list, since everyone defines cozy differently but I am not alone in my top 10 choices, these mostly got the most votes. 

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DRINK ME UP - 3

Part 1 , Part 2

Synopsis : After Jungkook got a plastic surgery, do you recognize him now?

Pairing : YANDEREJeon Jungkook x dancer fem!reader

Genre : cheaterjk!au (or he tries to get back or smth)

Word count : 4.2K

Warnings : profanity, kissing, betrayal, unhealthy jealousy, murder

Taglist ♡ @kittykatfey @atthy47 @minshookie29 @darkuni63 @coralmusicblaze @mingkifvrr @kookieaddicted96 @luvxna

--x

It's been two years since you came to Shanghai and the atmosphere has been pleasantly in your favour. No body knows about your past, no body needs to know it. Not the members on your new team, not the ever so kind and talented coach, not the man you had been crushing on since four months and not Yang Hyun-woo, your coworker in the museum you were working as a part time job.

"Y/N you look tired?" You heard Hyun-woo come from behind with prospectuses in his hands. "Is it that obvious?" You smiled as you rolled your shoulders. He hummed, "Is the dance practice getting hard on you? Take it easy, will you?" He chuckled as he gave you a copy of the prospectus.

You eyed the small booklet as you took it from him, "Another school the next Sunday?" You asked him while raising your eyebrows.

"Hmm.. it seems as if this is the perfect season for students to tour in this museum." He said with a soft airy chuckle.

"I know right, good luck with that." You showed a fist to show him support when he suddenly giggled, "Thanks, but I don't need just a good luck, I need you as well."

You blinked, "What do you mean?"

He sighed, "The director told me to take you as my partner while guiding them because they are high schoolers."

"Ah Yong-tak high school!" You emphasised while flicking your fingers over the printed word. "Director knows our headache." You chuckled while shaking yor head. "Sunday right? And today's Thursday- wait today's thursday??" You looked at him with wide eyes at your realization.

He gave you a questioning look.

"I have to hurry back to my dance academy- ugh why did I forget today's day?" You gritted your teeth and hurriedly left the museum. He sighed as he clicked his tongue.

"She didn't even change her uniform in hurry, well.. atleast I should get changed." Hyun-woo entered the men's washroom and started unbuttoning his shirt, just when his focus shifted towards the mirror in front of him, he clutched on the fabric as he saw the scar on his arm in his reflection.

As he was deep in thought, his thoughts were interrupted with his phone lighting up, it was an unknown number. "Hello? Who's this?"

"Hey Jungkook why do you keep blocking my numbers huh? I'm tired of buying new sim cards." The person on the opposite end replied.

Hyun-woo's mouth immediately turned sour after hearing the voice of the woman he hated the most.

"Then maybe that's a sign you should stop calling me, isn't it Kira? And stop calling me that name! I'm Hyun-woo!!" He wanted to throw his phone away at that very instant. Kira laughed mockingly, "Right I forgot you had changed your face and all, to be honest everytime you pick up the phone I almost cut the call thinking it's someone else when I suddenly recall- Ah Jungkook tried so hard to alter his voice, it does sound different I'm telling you."

His eyes got red in rage, "Shut the fuck up woman!" And he immediately blocked her number.

He deeply sighed as he tried to calm down himself. "I really.. really want to destroy my old number.. but.. what if someday Y/N calls me on that number? Will she ever want to get back to the Jungkook she used to know?" His eyes who were once ready to shoot fires were now getting wet.

He sniffed, "But till then I have to be the person she can stay with right now, and even if I need to stay as Hyun-woo for the rest of my life for her, I will." He gulped as he looked at his face in the mirror.

--

Every Thursday you used to go to your dance academy a little bit earlier because of the guy you had a crush on.

Jackson Wang- charming, handsome, kind, lovable and every thing you can ask for a guy to be, most importantly the respect he had for people had won your heart. He is sweet but knows his boundaries, to top it all off, he was the only Chinese in your team who knew fluent Korean so when you were new in China, he had helped you big time with learning Mandarin.

On Thursdays few of the members on your team would solo practice an hour before all of you would dance in groups or duos.

And for the man who had won your heart, arriving a little early in the academy wouldn't hurt that much.. right?

"Hey Y/N I was about to get upset!" Jackson said as he walked beside you to fetch a towel.

"And why is that?" You asked while forwarding him a water bottle. He chuckled as he wiped off his sweat, "I thought you wouldn't come early today."

You scoffed, "Stop that. Don't talk as if you were about to miss me." You teased him. He smiled sweetly, "Of course! Who else tells me which steps do I mess up?"

"Oh my! Just the people I was looking for!" You both stopped talking as soon as you heard your sub-coach Shen Yue chirp through the door. She fixed her glasses as she approached you, "Your head coach Xun had just informed me about the performance for National Winter fest. He asked me to find members for a duet."

Jackson tilted his head, "Isn't the line-up already decided in September for the fest?"

She nodded, "Yes, but one of the members of the duet who were going from different academy had injured their neck, the doctor has suggested them to halt their practice. Therefore they decided for our academy to send our performers' name for the line-up. I was freaking out because you know.. I needed responsible people who can pull off the choreo in a short period of time. Now that I saw you both, I'm more than relieved." She kept her hand on her chest.

You folded your arms, "So you are telling that I and Jackson will perform on a duet in front of the Chinese President? That too within two months from now? You.. are you serious?"

"Obviously girl! I am! As much as it sounds ridiculous or unbelievable, it is true. Therefore now let's get our wheels rolling! I'm sending you the song and the choreos!!" She said as she happily tapped on her phone. "There you go! Check your emails and yes! I'm turning in your names. Gotta go!" She saluted and walked out of the room with quick steps.

"Woah I can't believe this, two years into China and I'm about to realise one of my biggest dreams, this IS INSANE JACKSON WANG!!" You got happy like a puppy that Jackson was ecstatic to see.

"I know right! Okay so let's get started."

--

"Even though you're looking tired than usual.. you seem pretty happy. Whats up Y/N?" Hyun-woo came with two juice packs in his hands and gave one to you.

You had a fond smile on your face, the reason you might look tired was because you had to dance more hours with Jackson than usual, but you also felt lively because.. you had to dance more hours with Jackson than usual.

"What do you mean by happy?" You said while inserting the straw in the juice pack.

"It's just.. I thought you would feel exhausted because of the high school students coming today?" He said while recalling your face you had made the day when he told you about today's event.

You shook your head, "I think that's more the reason why I should stay energetic?! Also thanks for the juice- ah here they come." You walked towards outside where the school bus had arrived and he followed behind.

"Good morning everyone, I'm Y/N and this is.." You looked at Hyun-woo to introduce himself, "And I'm Je-- Uh" He quickly cleared his throat, "I'm Yang Hyun-woo. Nice to meet you everyone." "Nice to meet you too Mr. Yang." The students greeted back in enthusiasm.

You continued, "Alright let us get inside, shall we?" "Yes." They said in unison.

You and Hyun-woo led the line of students and catered to the questions they had in mind when you were explaining about the relics and the historical paintings.

"Okay dear people, this was the end of our journey, does anyone have any questions?" You saw a girl raise her hand at your query.

"Please go ahead." Hyun-woo said. "Uhm.. are you guys together?" Your eyes went wide at the sudden question, "no--"

"Do we look good together?" Hyun-woo cut your response with his absurd question.

The whole class cheered, "Totally."

"You kept looking at her it's so obvious!"

"Why? Aren't you both dating? I totally thought you were!"

You cleared your throat loudly at the responses, "if we don't have anymore questions.. we should get going right?"

--

"Hyun-woo what was with the reaction back there?" You asked him with a frown.

"What? You can't argue that questions like these interests them more. It was a question so I answered." He shrugged off. "Not in the way you should have though." You said as you stormed inside.

He quickly ran up to you and blocked your way, "Y/N can't I have a chance? I can be better than your shitty ex. I can be the perfect man for you." He said with pleading eyes.

You sighed, "What's wrong with you today? Why bring my ex in our conversation? Are you determined to make things awkward between us Hyun-woo?"

"Alright.. okay.. I'm- I'm sorry. I forgot you don't like talking about him."

"That's right. I didn't share my past with you just to be brought up like this again." You said and Jungkook couldn't help but look at your eyes which screamed volumes of hatred for him.

He looked down with a heavy heart, "I got it Y/N."

You sighed, "My job is finished for today, I'll get going." You said as you walked inside to get your bag.

When you came out, you saw the weather get colder than other days. Suddenly you remembered a memory of your past.

The past where Jungkook was still a part of your life, you remembered that day was exceptionally cold in Seoul. Even though you had worn enough layers, the cold kept bothering you and that's when Jungkook came from behind and put his blazer on your back as he hugged you. A hug for warmth.

You shrieked as you felt someone keep something on your back. "Relax, it's just me!" You saw Hyun-woo join your company as you eyed the blazer he gave you.

"What is this?" You asked him while walking.

"A blazer?" He smiled.

"No. I don't need it. You must be feeling cold." You said as you removed the blazer and insisted him to wear it.

"No I'm good." Ugh, you really wanted to smack his attire right on his face- but control Y/N control! You aren't supposed to return people's kindness with a smack.

"Just wear it back while I'm being nice Hyun-woo."

"Look I'm totally fi--" He hicced the moment you got close to him as you made him wear his blazer.

"That's better. Bye then." You said as you went away while Jungkook felt his heart race and cheeks heat up.

"Woah that was.. woah!" He fanned himself while giggling.

--

Jungkook was going crazy in happiness while thinking about today, while he kept making excuses, you stepped closer to him and swayed your arms around him making him almost think that you were hugging him but the moment he could hug back, you stepped back and then he realised what you actually did.

But then suddenly he became gloomy when he remembered about the moment when you told him about his old self when you were talking about your ex.

Even though he was in denial, he wanted to be in denial even though it was as clear as clean water that you were never going to go back to him as Jungkook.

He smacked his lips, he had come to Shanghai a year ago after changing his face and learning Mandarin in advance.. and ever since the beginning he saw that the hatred you had for Jungkook had never changed it's intensity. If anything, he has only seemed that to increase.

He glanced at his phone for a second when he saw someone call on his old phone.

All of a sudden Jungkook felt hope climbing his chest only to be crushed at the sight of an unknown number.

"Kira?" He asked with a poker face.

"Omg! How did you know it was me? By chance were you waiting for my call?" He scoffed. "I guessed that because only you are annoying enough to purchase new sim cards just to bother me." He said while grabbing his forehead.

"Jungkook I have good news--"

"I don't wanna hear your fucking news and AND STOP FUCKING CALLING THAT NAME BITCH" He screamed in anguish as he threw his phone away.

It cracked badly into pieces.

He tried to calm himself down, it was as if a habit of Jungkook to get riled up every time he received a call from Kira. He sighed deeply, "Good riddance. Y/N's not gonna call me anyway. Why bother? It's good now. Kira doesn't even knows my new face. It's all good now." Jungkook closed his eyes and leaned back on his bed and drifted off to sleep.

Kira on the other hand tsked! "He should have atleast heard the good news, now that my father has allowed my remarriage, I mean I will no more be a part of this family so it means the same anyway! Anyways I'll go and find you Jungkook." She had an evil grin as she looked at the photos on her table. A photo of a man working alongside you in a museum and another photo of the same man looking at the scar on his arm in the mirror while talking on the mobile.

A scar that happened because of Kira while they fought before Jungkook went to surgery.

She smirked.

--

While looking at an antique absent-mindedly in the museum, last night's conversation played in your head.

When you were going to bed after a long day, you heard your cell phone ring with an unknown caller id. "Hello?" You picked up.

"Hello Y/N?" The voice made your stomach churn and you closed your fist in anger.

"Kira?"

You heard the woman laugh on the line, "You remember my voice? That's amazing Y/N! "

"Why did you call me?"

She clicked her tongue, "You must hate me.. I know that. Because of me you left the country. My ex-husband is in France I don't know exactly where.. not like I care though--"

"Get straight to the point." You said with a voice devoid of any expression.

She chuckled, "Fine I get it! I am coming to Shanghai tomorrow, let's meet at a place I'll text you later in the morning."

You scoffed in amusement, "What is so important for you to fly till here to tell me in person?"

"I'm not exactly flying for you." She replied.

You sighed, "Is it about your boyfriend?"

"My boyfri- ah at least someone's there who recognizes us as a couple." She said while checking out her manicured nails.

"Look! I'm not interested what you just meant. Just tell me, is it about him? If that's the case then let me save you the trouble, I am NOT interested." You asked her frustrated.

"Is it about him? Well... Maybe? Maybe not? That's for you to decide.. for now I only have this much to say." With that said she cut the call before you could say more.

You let out a groan. "What happened Y/N? Is something bothering you?" Hyun-woo asked you worriedly.

You shook your head, "Nothing."

He folded his arms as he hissed, "No way! something's definitely not right."

You pouted, "It's just, .. a person asked me to meet today."

"A person?" He inquired.

You hummed, "Yeah. They said they'll text me in the morning where to meet, it's almost noon." You told him.

He poked his cheeks inside with his tongue, "Who's this person who got you worried like this? A schoolmate?"

"Just a person I don't like." You said and smiled dryly while you looked at him.

He nodded while trying to recall all the people you had in past you were not fond of. Just then the sound of your phone's notification drew his attention. "Ah, she replied!" You exclaimed.

You quickly unlocked the phone and looked at her text, "Vacant building opposite to East Building. 9 PM. Alright!" You murmured under breath but Jungkook heard your faint voice clearly as he listened with concentration.

Who might it be? Should I go as well? Someone that Y/N doesn't like? This doesn't sound good, I'll follow her just in case. He thought to himself.

--

You looked at the shady place as you got off from the taxi, you were not having a good feeling about this, therefore you were carrying a recorder in your pocket and an inconspicuous camera in your cardigan's buttons and shared your live location with Jackson just in case.

You fixed your skirt one last time while Jungkook watched you from the distance, he knew you too well to know that you were fixing your dress as a way to calm yourself down.

You walked up the stairs to the roof where Kira had decided to meet you.

As you finally reached there, the winds were swooshing crazily as if you would freeze to death.

"What is it that you wanted to tell me?" You asked her.

Kira looked at your face and turned around and started walking towards the railed edge, "I thought you should know about Jungkook." You weren't exactly surprised whom she wanted to talk about but that's none of your business.

Meanwhile Jungkook was just two floors beneath trying to get a good look at the person who had summoned you. His eyes went wide as soon as he got a good look at Kira's face. Blood drained out of his face, did she knew about Jungkook's real identity? Did she call you to expose you?

He can't afford to lose you again, no he can't. Therefore he hurriedly ran up the stairs.

"I'm not interested in knowing about him whatsoever." You said making your words to be heard crystal clear, "You should respect my boundaries Kira. I am already out of both of your lives, why are you dragging the past again?"

She scoffed. "Out of our lives? Are you sure about that?"

"I definitely am." You said with a dead serious face.

"Ah that's what you think! Then let me tell you about the boy who's been following you around like a lovesick puppy. What was his name again? In-soo? Hae-woo? Ah right- Hyun-woo!" She snapped her fingers.

Your eyes went wide and you walked two steps closer towards her, "You really are unbelievable Kira. First Jungkook and now Hyun-woo? Do you have some sort of a fetish of snatching people away?"

She smirked, "I'm not here to snatch anyone, I'm going to tell you something about Hyun-woo--" suddenly you heard someone and you both looked around to see Hyun-woo panting at the door. "It looks like you ran up here. Well we were going to talk about you anyways. You should here it yourself too." She had smirk on her face.

You contorted your eyebrows. "What do you even know about Hyun-woo?"

"Well Hyun-woo isn't really who he seems, isn't it Hyun-woo?" Kira asked him with her left eyebrow raised.

"Shut it Kira!" He screamed.

You looked at him, "You- you knew her?" Jungkook looked at Kira with venom filled gaze.

Her smirk morphed into a wide grin, the ones which tells you the future doesn't look good.

"The truth is Hyun-woo is--" Her sentence got cut off as she saw Jungkook suddenly charging at her with a scream.

Kira gasped and before she could dodge him Jungkook pushed her hard enough causing her to fall off the roof all the way to the ground beneath while you stood there with big eyes traumatized.

Jungkook's breath hitched the moment he heard a loud thud from below. Your eyes filled with tears in absolute fright while Jungkook's hands coulsn't stop shaking.

"H-Hyun woo." You called weakly.

His lips quivered, "I- I didn't mean to kill her Y/N please trust me. I was worried she might say something against me, something which isn't true. Y/N this is not.. this is not how I normally am.. please don't go Y/N, don't leave me please.." He shivered.

You slowly got up on your feet as you collected yourself and walked slowly towards him, "Let's talk tomorrow. I won't report to the police." You said as you turned around, just the way you turned around the night you found him and Kira together for the first time, just the way you had turned around to leave Korea, just like that history repeated itself.

He covered his eyes with his hands as he finally broke down.

--

Jungkook couldn't move an inch last night for six hours straight. After gathering enough courage he went down to hide Kira's body and tried to get rid of every possible evidence.

As promised you hadn't called the police and there was nothing suspicious around him. He felt relieved, like a lot.

"About last night-"

"It's alright, I saw how scared you were. I'm sure there was something she wasn't supposed to say? You normally remain calm and collected, I never saw your that side." You said while looking towards a relic.

He sighed, "You are right actually. But I swear it was on impulse, it all happened in the heat of the moment. I- I- I just-"

"I get it Hyun-woo. Get a grip, you are acting way too suspicious for your own good." You said while frowning.

"Why do you look so calm about all of this though?" He asked curiously, like he knew what kind of a person you were, the way you were behaving was a bit.. not your personality trait?

Or maybe your heart might have hardened over the past two years? He gulped sadly.

"I am trying to distract myself. If I keep thinking what happened last night, I fear I might ruin my performance I have next week."

"Next week?" He looked at you.

You hummed, "I'm about to perform in front of the President, I need to stay strong you see?" You looked at him.

His demeanour completely changed at your sudden revelation, "That's awesome Y/N OH GOD WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME??"

You chuckled while looking the opposite direction as you fished out a invitation ticket from your pocket, "I thought you should come."

Jungkook happily took the ticket, "Of course I will come. This sure made my mood happier. I'll cheer for you Y/N."

You smiled.

--

Jungkook chose the best outfit to wear tonight, you had invited him to China's largest fest, but what was larger was the fact that you had invited him. Doesn't it means that you still see him in a good light?

That he still had a chance with you. That he can still try.

He looked himself proudly at the mirror for the last time before leaving his apartment.

When he reached the venue, the decoration was classic and grand, an entirely open, well and sophisticated space. The event was about to start and he couldn't wait to see you perform.

Everyone cheered at the opening performance and so did he while his eyes eagerly waited for your arrival. It didn't take long as you came up on the stage, he wanted to cheer your name out loud till his lungs would bleed but he stopped as soon as he saw a man standing next to you.

His arm snaked around you.

Deja vú. Jungkook felt pain seeing you dance like this yet again, with another man, it was all repeating again.

He clutched his chest tight and got up from his seat to leave.

He didn't straight go to his house, he decided to wait for you in the parking lot. He had a million things to say, to ask. Did you already forget him? Did you already forgot Jungkook?

Can't you see Hyun-woo right beside you? How can you be so blind? So selfish? He needed an explanation.

When your performance got over Jackson smiled proudly while looking at you, you both achieved a big milestone together and he couldn't wait to propose to you.

"Y/N, I'll be waiting in the backstage." He whispered in your ear.

You smiled and replied to him, "Just coming."

As you tried to look at the area where Hyun-woo's seat was supposed to be present, you felt it weird that he wasn't there. Wasn't he coming? Is he on his way? Did he go home already?

You took out your phone as you searched for Hyun-woo's contact.

"Hyun-woo you didn't come?" You asked while looking here and there for his face.

"I came, I saw your performance, it was great. I'm about to leave now, uh.. would you see me out before I go?" He asked.

"what? I can't hear you due to the loud music, come to the backstage.. let's meet there." You said while remembering Jackson telling you to be present there.

"Oh okay okay!"

---

As Jungkook reached the backstage, he heard someone making out so he started going another direction just when he halted his steps after hearing you moan.

M-moan? He didn't misheard right?

His face became pale as he turned around to go towards the place from where the sound was coming from, it was a dressing room for participants.

He covered his mouth with his palms absolutely horrified when he saw you kissing another man so passionately, his hands were trembling and blood started rising in his head, he could only hear his heartbeat thump in his chest and it looked like he would burst any second.

Just when you opened your eyes, you flinched a bit when you saw Hyun-woo at the door. "Ah Hyun-woo you have been here?"

He looked at you with a twisted gaze, he felt so betrayed, "Y-Y/N?"

You gestured to Jackson and went near Hyun-woo, "Come with me Hyun-woo, I have a present for you."

He followed you to a secluded place until he couldn't control anymore, "Was this the present you were talking about?" He asked you with difficulty as he felt a lump in his throat.

"You look quite upset you know?"

"That's because I fucking am Y/N! I thought we were good together?" He asked you with tears pooling in his eyes.

You hummed while you looked down, "Were we.." You paused for a moment before looking up again in his eyes, "Jungkook?"

Jungkook felt as if he skipped a heartbeat or maybe he had stopped breathing altogether.

"Wha- H-How? Was- was it Kira?" He asked you in absolute horror.

You giggled, "Jungkook! No matter how much a man changes his face or alters his voice.. somethings never change. Remember the time when you said you had allergies from mushrooms? Oh and the old Jungkook I knew had a lip ring, it isn't there now but you keep rolling the lip with the tip of your tongue as a matter of habit."

Jungkook felt like the world was crashing down on him and he would collapse any moment.

"And the way you lend me your blazer that day and so on.. I can give you a list Jungkook because unfortunately we used to date."

"Y/N." The name almost came out as a weak cry of help.

"About your present... you may come in please." You said so as you looked behind Jungkook.

He turned around to see some cops which immediately handcuffed him, he turned towards you, "What kind of present is this Y/N?"

One of the cops stated, "Jeon Jungkook you are under arrest for murder and identity theft. You have the right to remain silent or hire an attorney."

"But I doubt you can win anything with the evidence we have against you Mr. Jeon. " You heard Jackson come from behind you as he put his arms around you.

Jungkook screamed, "I'm being framed, Y'ALL SET THIS UP."

You hushed him as you walked towards him and lean in to whisper in his ears, "I hope you rot in the jail of this foreign land for the rest of your life."

You then stepped back and smiled widely, "How did you like my present?"

--Xoxo

THANKYOUSOMUCHEVERYONEFROMMYTHEDEPTHSOFMYHEARTILOVEUMWAHMWAHMWAH💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[bl-bam-beyond]

JUN AND JUN (2023, SOUTH KOREA)

Episode 1 Premiere Thursday July 20, 2023

Part 3 of 3

Lee Jun (YANG JUN MO) is on the cusp of being late at his first day of work. He was fortunate to get a ride from a debonair man he's yet to remember Choi Jun (KI HYUN WOO)as they were kids when they last met. Friends. Each other's crush?

@pose4photoml @lutawolf

[bitzsims]

There is no doubt that Alandria Warner makes the best pastries in Goldcrest. She gets orders almost every day.

Alandria: No worries, Mrs. Hyun. I'll make sure to have those tarts ready for your get-together on Thursday.

Customer: I already can't wait, hun! They were to die for last time.

Alandria: Aww, I appreciate that.

[wrienne]

My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 38: May 30th

Traffic wasn’t exactly sparse, but Jong-Yeol had already been circulating the block for the last half hour or so out of fear for your safety. He therefore managed to arrive where he had left you within a few minutes. Before entering the car, you half-drunkenly mumbled byes to the members of BTS, all except for Jungkook and Jimin, who was helping the former in his search upstairs still. Though it felt a bit weird just leaving without telling everyone goodbye, it was, perhaps, for the better that you didn’t see Jungkook again - at least not that evening.

Because you were forced to wipe your eyes more times than you could count on your way home. Not even the dullness of intoxication numbed the wretched pain inside your chest.

You stumbled straight into bed when you arrived home and fell asleep instantly. After some hungover deliberation during the next day, you came to the conclusion that you might as well make your trip to Osaka about something more other than just Jungkook and his hyungs’ concert. You decided to make it a trip for yourself, too, and since Se-Eun was unable to come along due to her own hindrances in life and Jung-Hyun still hadn’t answered you from the day before, it truly was a trip for your own sake.

Thus, it wasn’t with a particularly heavy heart that you called the university to apply for five days of non-attendance, meaning you would be gone for an entire week of lectures and classes. Even though you felt a little bad for exploiting your parents influence on the school, you felt exhausted, through and through. You needed a vacation, if only briefly, and somewhere you wouldn’t have to be reminded who you were. In Japan, you hoped to escape, ever so momentarily, the burden you had been born to wear.

And the curse of harboring feelings you refused to acknowledge yet couldn’t seem to deny toward someone who would never be yours.

Yes, all you needed to do was endure. Endure the feeling of having all your emotions tugged and drawn into a thin, thin string just a little, tiny bit longer. Over the course of three months and more that string had remained intact - it must not break just yet.

Three days. Three days after which you could finally rest and allow yourself to heal, permanently this time.

Saturday evening, you videochatted with your parents on KakaoTalk while booking a plane ticket to Osaka. Initially, your mother stood reluctant as to your long leave, but your father eventually convinced her to let you go, and you were told some nice places to stay, eat or simply visit. It was clear, however much they tried to conceal it, that they were concerned for you. And deeply so. None of them said it out loud, but you noticed it in the way they exchanged glances with each other, or in a question disguised as another.

It didn’t matter, though. As long as you could have this week, you would be fine.

Or so you fervently wished.

Since you didn’t want to lag behind due to your vacation, the rest of the weekend was dedicated to studying. It wasn’t until late Sunday evening came around that you felt an uneasiness creep up on you. Jung-Hyun hadn’t gotten back to you ever since Thursday afternoon and though he wasn’t exactly a talkative guy, he wouldn’t just ignore your messages. Something could have just happened to his phone, however, and so you disregarded your concern for him as a mild case of paranoia.

And then it was time for you to call Jungkook about the details surrounding the concert.

His familiar voice filled your ear within fifteen seconds of the call. “(Y/N),” he said hushedly, sounding strangely out of breath. “Did something happen?”

For a moment, you contemplated whether or not to tell Jungkook about your recent shortage of communication with his brother. But then, deciding your earlier prediction was the most likely cause of Jung-Hyun’s lack of response, you simply smiled as you curled up into your chair and hoped you would sound completely normal when you spoke. “Why do you ask that? Can’t I just call you to see how you’re doing?”

“Well,” he began, his tone stiffening. “I’m kind of in a situation right now…”

Before you could ask him to specify his “situation”, you heard a female voice in the other end. It took away all the warmth of hearing Jungkook’s voice and burned away the blurry memory you had of Jungkook the evening with his group members - to be more precise, how good it had felt touching him and have him touch you while carrying your drunken self downstairs.

No, not even the most masochistic part of you enjoyed what you heard next.

“Who is it, honey?”

It sounded close, far too close in your ear for her to merely be in the same room, even less nearby Jungkook. Her voice trickled into your ear like old orange juice, sweet and pungent and sticky, and resounded as loudly and clearly in your head as if though she were pressing her mouth right next to the microphone. The way her lips moved, you could see it before you, and the way she smiled, you could feel how it affected him, and the way she probably was lying beside Jungkook, touching and caressing him - it was all too apparent, too explicit. Too thinkable .

You thought you were going to throw up.

“It’s just Jimin.”

It was a curt, precise answer. You barely registered that Jungkook had lied before Park Yi-Jae pressed on.

“Really? Why was the caller ID so weird then?”

You gulped. You had forgotten completely about the apparently weird name you had in Jungkook’s contact list, and hadn’t bothered checking it when you had had the opportunity.

“I got annoyed at him this morning so I decided to change it.” Jungkook lied as smoothly as if he had been prepared for her continuous pursuit.

“What does he want?” you heard her ask, her voice lowering for some reason.

“He… he was wondering when I would return.” Jungkook had spoken almost reluctantly, as if he didn’t want to say it, which struck you as odd since it was just a lie anyway. But then, you realized why - Jungkook didn’t want you to know how long he probably had remained with Yi-Jae.

As to why he didn’t want you to know about that fact… one could merely guess at, considering what he had told you yesterday.

She giggled. “I guess I’ve stolen you long enough. Jimin-oppa,” she said abruptly, causing you to almost fall off your chair, “I’ll send him back to you now! Good night! And I’ll see you on Tuesday!”

You almost thought you were going to have to fake Jimin’s voice, which you in no way knew well enough to even come close to mimicking, when you heard a rustle of what must be fabric - clothes or sheets? - and then Jungkook’s voice.

“I’ll call you again in five.”

He cut the call immediately, without waiting for your reply. You didn’t mind it though - you were paralyzed with shock.

Had you just called in the middle of… or after… or in the beginnings of… something you had absolutely no intention of calling anyone - least of all Jungkook - in whatever stage that so were or had been?

You had to cleanse your throat with some cold water. Your pajama pant pocket buzzed just in time for when you had brought your nausea under control, but you were still forced to inhale deeply before answering.

“Yes?” you said.

“Sorry about that,” said Jungkook quickly. “Must have been really awkward.”

“Something like that,” you replied. “I was just calling to ask about Tuesday - the wheres, whens, hows and so on and so forth.”

You almost couldn’t believe how normal you actually sounded. The words ran right out of you nearly automatically, and you didn’t feel a thing inside. It was neither cold, nor hard, nor warm, nor soft. Your heart was merely there , pounding evenly and obediently to keep the rest of your body alive.

Had it reached its limit?

“I was just thinking about calling you about that, too,” he said, something akin to relief in his voice. “Would you like to come to rehearsals and watch?”

“No,” you answered instantly. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to distract you or disturb preparations by being in the way.”

“Please, we’ll be performing before thousands. And I’d actually like it if I had some kind of audience during practice. To warm up in front of, you know. And in an arena with more than fifteen thousand seats, you should find a spot where staff won’t be bothered by you.”

“Sure then,” you decided, still feeling a bit detached from the situation at hand.

There was a pause before Jungkook asked, “Do you have time to be on all three of our concerts? They’ll be straight after one another.”

“No,” you said, a half-lie. “Only the May 30th one.”

“A shame,” said Jungkook, his voice genuine. “But I guess education is important.”

“You guessed right.”

He chuckled. “I’ll text you the address to the arena. And time when we’ve received our schedules for the day.”

“Perfect.”

Strangely, Jungkook left you hanging for a while. You almost felt how he was readying himself for something, and consequently did the same.

“Yi-Jae will be there as well.”

“I heard,” you said casually, somehow. “Seems I’ll get to know another incredibly influential and popular idol.”

“It’s alright with you, then?”

You snorted. “What would you do if I said I weren’t?” you said jokingly.

Jungkook didn’t respond. You tried not to think about what his silence entailed, and swallowed before continuing. “Of course, I don’t mind. I’ll get an excellent opportunity to get to know her.”

The sentence had barely left your lips when you realized you weren’t joking anymore. You did want to know who exactly Park Yi-Jae was. Not only because you now were supposed to be Jungkook’s closest friend and therefore had a duty to look out for him as well as get along with his girlfriend.

No, you wanted to know what he saw in her, a girl you had met a total of two times - both with devastating results.

It wasn’t on a jealous or masochistic basis you had founded your new idea. No, really, it wasn’t. Frankly, you were curious of her character, seeing as she was the catalyst for everything that had happened that February night at the stadium. Because you could have sworn she had planned the whole “chance” encounter between you and Jungkook, which thereby had led up to the accident and the amnesia in the first place. It wasn’t something you could exactly prove, but remembering the way she had behaved and spoken… something was definitely fishy.

You didn’t think Yi-Jae had planned that Jungkook would throw a drunken tantrum afterward and get run over, not judging by the awful way she had acted in the parking lot of Asan Medical Center, but she was definitely not an innocent bystander. Yet, you knew she hadn’t been aware of you and Jungkook’s engagement, which had been made clear by both Jungkook himself and what she had told you after he had figuratively thrown her out of his hospital room.

Additionally, you hadn’t forgotten about what Yoongi had told you when you two had privately met. Namely, about the incident involving Yi-Jae and that actor guy having met up earlier this year in ways that, for the paparazzi, appeared suspicious. And although photographs and articles from tabloid reporters were about as realistic and honest as Se-Eun’s stance on romance, you remembered Yoongi saying how Jungkook had lied about how steady his and Yi-Jae’s relationship was.

Park Yi-Jae had been the first domino brick. Yet who was she? Who was the person that had initiated all the drama and all the stupid mess that came out of Jungkook’s amnesia?

Who was the person responsible for all of your pain?

“(Y/N)?” someone said for the fourth time.

You jolted, having completely forgotten about the phone conversation while absorbed into your thoughts. “Yeah, sorry, I accidentally pressed mute.”

“And you call me the idiot?” he asked incredulously.

“Don’t try to tell me you haven’t done it, too, at least once.”

“Nope.”

You grimaced even though you were glad he didn’t appear to see through your lie. “Shoot. There goes my most embarrassing secret.”

“I can think of a number of more embarrassing moments. A large number.”

“I have to go,” you said, intentionally ignoring his comment.

“I bet. I’ll see you on Tuesday, then.”

You nodded. “See you on Tuesday,” you echoed before hanging up.

It was a night of restlessness before you woke up early the next morning in order to catch the first flight of the day to Osaka. Jong-Yeol grumbled as he drove you to Incheon, also evidently reluctant as to your one week long absence despite your greatest attempts at reassurance. Still, he helped you check-in your bags and admit your ticket, following you all the way to the security controls where he was simply forced to let you go.

“I’ll see you in a week,” you said where you stood fifth in line to the security measures. “And stop worrying,” you added when he clenched and unclenched his fists. “I know Japanese better than dad. I’ll just ask around if I get lost, or just use my phone.”

Standing next to you, Jong-Yeol sighed. “I know,” he said. “You’re an adult now. You should be able to handle yourself. But I still don’t like the fact that you’re going alone.”

“Jungkook and his hyungs and their staff will be there, too,” you pointed out as you shuffled a few centimeters forward, the line of people behind you following along.

“He’s no good,” he replied with another sigh. “If only Jung-Hyun would have accompanied you.”

“Oh, yeah,” you uttered, recalling the issue with Jungkook’s brother. “I haven’t heard from him since Thursday last week. Do you know if he’s gone somewhere?”

Jong-Yeol shook his head. “Nothing. Do you mean to say you cannot even reach him by phone?”

“Yeah.”

“Something must have happened to his phone. He’s a busy man, (Y/N) - he’ll get back to you when he can.” Jong-Yeol gently patted your shoulder. “There’s nothing to worry about, I promise.”

You gazed down your engagement ring. “You’re probably right.”

It took another ten minutes before you were able to get through security, from which point on you were completely on your own. You waved a silent goodbye at Jong-Yeol before heading into the duty free shops and boutiques, and while nothing came remotely close to being “too expensive”, you found yourself losing interest rapidly and it wasn't long until you became bored. Since it was still two hours left until the plane would lift, however, you decided to find your way to the gate and read or browse the news or talk to Se-Eun for the remainder of the time.

Se-Eun was thrilled for your sake - and very much frustrated over her mother having vetoed her attempt at tagging along with you - yet you could hint worry in her tone, too, a worry similar to your parents and Jong-Yeol’s. You noticed how she tried to hide it behind her usual glad disposition, but when you told her you had to leave for the plane, she finally cracked.

“(Y/N),” she said earnestly, causing you to sit down onto the black leather sofa in the first class lounge again. “You’re… you’re coming back, right?”

Your eyes widened, both in surprise and dismay. “Don't tell me you're thinking what I think you're thinking,” you said, tone sharper than perhaps necessary but useful nevertheless. You couldn't believe what you had just heard.

“I’m not!” she blurted, obviously guilt bearing down her tone. “I just want you to know, (Y/N)...” She hesitated.

“What?” you asked, one eyebrow quirked. “What do I need to know?”

Se-Eun inhaled deeply before continuing. “Don’t do something you’ll regret. Please,” she added before you could interject. “I care too much about you - I won’t be able to stand seeing you unhappy.”

“I’m not unhappy,” you said firmly. “And I will return to Seoul, I promise.”

“I hope so.”

You didn’t know which ones of your statements she had addressed, nor were you sure you wanted to know.

“Look, I can’t talk anymore,” you went on hastily as you heard the second call for passengers to enter. “I’ll call you when I’m in Osaka. See you next week!”

You knew she was contemplating whether to be a bother or not and insist on the conversation at hand, but she eventually conceded. “Bye!” she said cheerily. “And take photos this time, seriously! High quality ones while they’re on stage!”

“I’ve got my camera with me, don’t worry.”

“And try to get a few snaps on… you know .”

You rolled your eyes even as you smiled, both relieved and glad the mood had lifted between you two. “I’m not taking pictures of Jimin and Jungkook’s legs. Or sweaty necks and exposed foreheads. Or crotch silhouettes,” you added quickly, a grimace manifesting on your face.

“What about making those pictures my birthday and Christmas gift combined? Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Come on, (Y/N)! You have the kind of opportunity most fangirls would kill a man for! Or two!”

“Pervert.”

“Okay, okay,” she said, laughing. “Scratch the other stuff. Just give me one photo of Jungkook and Jimin’s thighs each. No, actually, if you can squeeze in both into one single picture--”

“No,” you said as you bit down a laughter of your own. “I’ll send you as many pictures as I’m allowed, but nothing weird.”

“Damn it.”

“Seriously, Se-Eun,” you said as you grabbed your purse and jogged out of the lounge area. “I have to go now.”

“Yeah, I can hear the announcer,” she said. “Have fun in Japan, (Y/N). Seriously, you need it. I don’t want to see your under-eye bags ever again. It doesn’t fit someone as rich as you.”

You entered the line of people heading into the drawbridge connecting the airplane with the airport. “Thanks. Or something along that line.”

“By the way, if you find your way to an anime and manga store--”

“I’ll buy you as much merch as I can carry,” you said with a smile.

“Do you remember my favorite characters?”

“How can I not?” you asked as you tucked the phone between your cheek and your shoulder while rummaging your purse for ticket and passport. “A blonde cyborg, that dude in blue uniform who can make fire by snapping his fingers and that one guy from that titan show. And there’s that white-haired boy with some weird arm as well as that other white-haired boy who eats people.”

The last made the male flight attendant give you an obvious deep frown, but as soon as he read your name and spotted your first class ticket, he pretended as if nothing had happened. And so did you - things were simpler that way.

“You suck,” she said with a giggle. “But if you somehow can manage to figure out who they all are despite your obvious cluelessness, I won’t protest.”

“I know them when I see them,” you said defensively. The flight attendant gave you back your ticket and passport and you started into the drawbridge. “I’m literally boarding the plane right now, though, so I’m going to have to hang up.”

“Take care! And send the pictures as soon as you can!”

“I will. See you in a week, Se-Eun.”

Two hours later, you arrived at Kansai International Airport. You found yourself scratching your arm an awful lot during the time it took you to get to your hotel, which was a five-star establishment located in central Osaka and not even twenty minutes away from the arena Jungkook was performing at. Yet, excitement and, perhaps most importantly, a sense of joyous wonder was building inside your stomach with each step you took in this new environment.

It felt nice blending into society for once, neither the taxi driver nor the woman in the hotel lobby taking you for anything other than a young citizen. Wealthy, obviously, and someone unfamiliar with the area, but thanks to years of rigorous tutoring, you didn’t even have an accent. People didn’t look twice at you, and you weren’t getting hounded by paparazzi. You therefore felt quite confident journeying out, even by yourself, after first getting settled in the hotel.

Osaka was a concrete jungle with various patches of green in the shape of obviously man-designed parks, and the climate wasn’t much different from Seoul’s. Also, since you mastered the language, there wasn’t much of a mystery wandering around discovering. Yet, the charm of being a tourist during a period that wasn’t a holiday or a usual time for students to have time off lingered with you, and as you decided to have late lunch at a cheap, automatized ramen shop, you felt a sort of profound happiness at the simplicity of it all. The kind no amount of money in the whole world could buy. It was the calm before the storm.

One day left until May 30th.

The remainder of Monday was dedicated to browsing the rest of the area nearest the hotel and taking photos of the urban environment. You managed to find a hobby shop dedicated for anime merchandise and bought dolls and small figurines for Se-Eun before heading back, and made a quick detour to a corner shop for some snacks as well. All your tension had melted away after a hot shower, and you were relaxing on your bed in a thick bathrobe two sizes too large, watching TV for hours upon hours. You had meant to change into your pajamas, but accidentally fell asleep before you could bring yourself to.

And briefly, you floated in a darkness where no real life drama could harm you.

The buzzing in the other end of the room was what jolted you awake. Stiffly, you scrambled out of bed and toward the desk you had put your phone to charge upon before showering, and blinked rapidly to regain your vision. It was surprisingly bright outside, but you didn’t spend much brainpower considering it. 

Not until you, half-blind, raised your phone to your ear and heard Jungkook’s voice slip through the line.

“Morning, (Y/N).”

“‘Morning’?” you exclaimed. “You must be kidding me.”

“Why would I?” he asked, the confusion in his voice quickly sharpening into alarm. “Shit, don’t tell me you’ve missed your plane!”

“No!” you amended hastily. “No, I actually came here yesterday. Decided to take an additional day--,” or five, “--off. I just… I must have fallen asleep. Didn’t wake up until now.”

“Well,” said Jungkook, his tone deflating. “Thanks for terrifying me. I almost thought you weren’t going to come.”

His concern made you smile, ever so slightly. “No problem.”

“Anyways,” he began, his voice trembling with anticipation and joy with each passing word. “We’ll start rehearsing at eight-thirty. It’ll mostly be a rundown to see how things work technically, and we probably won’t be doing the concert in its whole until sometime after lunch. You can come anytime you want - I’ve told the manager-hyungs you’re coming, so you should have no trouble getting in.”

“Alright,” you said. “I’ll get there in an hour or two.”

“Great. And thanks again for coming.” He paused. “You… you have no idea how much it means to me. Especially considering how bad our relationship used to be. I cannot thank you enough.”

“Don’t get all soft on me now,” you reprimanded gently, your heart aching at the genuine nature of his sentence. “Let’s celebrate and get sentimental afterwards instead. Who knows - I might just hate the show.”

Jungkook chuckled and his voice turned normal. “I’ll make sure you don’t.”

After telling you some final details surrounding the preparations for the concert, you calmly got ready for the day. You weren’t going to rush, even though a part of you direly wanted to see Jungkook as soon as possible.

Because there was another part of you, more dominant than the former, that dreaded seeing him with Park Yi-Jae.

It was nearing your “an hour or two” when you finally exited the cab outside Osaka-Jo Hall. There were a few girls waiting at the entrance already, chattering happily about the concert and the members of BTS. You were quick to put on a mouth mask to conceal your identity, and wandered up to where they stood, wary of the curious glances they sent you when you tried the glass doors. A moment of general awkwardness filled the area when you discovered that you weren’t able to get in, and you felt your cheeks grow warm underneath your mask as you texted Jungkook that you were there. His reply came surprisingly quickly.

*10.01 - Walk along the eastern side of the arena until you see a pair of metal doors with green and white writing on them. Someone will come get you.*

You did as instructed, and soon disappeared out of range from the girls’ vision. It wasn’t long until you found double doors that matched Jungkook’s description, and you rolled your eyes when you read what it said: machine room, beware! You doubted it was there “someone” would come to find you, and instead continued along the wide, asphalt path that led around the arena. Eventually, you saw another pair of metal doors that were also slightly ajar. The sign on the doors read: staff only. Glad that you had decided to follow your instinct - or logic - you approached them, ready to call Jungkook should it be necessary for him to confirm your identity - when a familiar face poked out between the doors.

“Kim Sejin!” you said with a surprised smile. “I expected someone else!”

“I can see that,” said Sejin as he returned your smile. “How are you?”

He pushed up the door for you to enter, and quickly shut it after you had. You found yourself standing in a slim, windowless corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly in two directions. The air smelled of rubber and cool concrete, and the fluorescent lights that traveled across the gray ceiling, parallel to a white line across the floor, gave off a pale, eggshell-colored illumination.

“I’ve had better days,” you said as you gingerly rubbed your neck. You had definitely not slept the way you used to. “But I’m far too excited for Jungkook to be bothered.”

Sejin gestured for you to follow him down one end of the passageway. He didn’t look half as tired as he used to, and you fleetingly wondered whether you consequently looked worse than you had when you first met him. If Sejin noticed, he didn’t mention it, at least. “I can’t believe you succeeded, (Y/F/N),” he told you. “I’d say Jungkook is just as good as he used to be, if not better! In three months, no less! It’s a miracle.” He shook his head. “No, you’re a miracle. I can’t even imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t been there to help the kid.”

His words moved you, but you tried to shrug it off. “It was my fault he ended up in an accident,” you said, grimacing at the bitter tone. “The least I could do was to help him get back on his feet.”

“Still, he owes you a lot. I do, too, since I would have probably lost my job if Jungkook never recovered.”

Your eyes widened at this. “Oh, he hasn’t recovered,” you said, causing Sejin to furrow his brows. “We tried that memory thing you told me about, but it didn’t really work out. So, Jungkook decided to practice and relearn everything he’s forgotten.”

“In a little more than three months?” asked Sejin incredulously.

“Probably in less than that.”

“Unbelievable,” muttered Sejin as he grasped his forehead. “I… I thought for sure he was--” He cut himself off, and his frown deepened as he scrutinized you briefly. “No, he’s definitely changed. I can’t deny it.”

You averted your gaze. There was a knowing in the man’s eyes that you did not feel comfortable addressing.

Mostly, because you weren’t sure if you even could.

“I was wondering,” you began instead, hoping to steer the conversation down another path, “if I could take some photos during the concert… and perhaps even before? Backstage, pre-show things.”

The western wall suddenly opened up to a set of stairs leading up and, judging by the direction, toward the center of the arena. “I’ll have to call the director about backstage things,” said Sejin as he started up the steps. “But since I’m guessing you have no reason to use the pictures for monetary gain, it should be fine. Take as many as you’d like.”

You followed him. “Thank you. And no, I won’t sell them.” However, you would share them with Se-Eun.

“Good.”

The stairs led to a heavy door that swung open to reveal another seemingly endless corridor. However, this one was wider and had windows that showed the outside, and faint music periodically permeated the walls. Sejin led you onward, and greeted passing staff in a set of polite but repetitive Japanese sentences, which you mimicked. The staff didn’t take any special notice of you, and so you took it as a sign that you could take off your mouth mask.

The music grew louder with each step you took, and it wasn’t long until you recognized it.

“My blood, sweat and tears…”

You felt a shiver run down your spine. Not out of fear or concern, but out of remembering the decisive evening in February when you first had heard those lyrics.

This was it. This was the beginning of the end.

By the time you and Sejin exited onto the empty stands in the eastern side of Osaka-Jo Hall, the music was blasting. Sejin left you to yourself after a female personnel had approached the two of you hesitantly, wishing to speak with the manager about something backstage. He apologized for having to leave so abruptly, but you assured him that you would be fine. Frankly, he could have departed without you even noticing.

Because there were seven male figures dancing in the center of the brightly lit stage that you couldn’t tear your eyes off. Or to be more specific, the one dressed in gray sweatpants, a loose white t-shirt and yellow brand boots.

Jeon Jungkook.

Last time you had seen him dance, you had honestly been appalled. Not purely because he had been bad, but because you had once seen him dance like there was not even a thought in his head other than the stage and the audience and the rhythm of the beat. While performing, on stage, Jungkook had been a completely different person--no, he had transformed into a different being altogether, something more than just human. His singing and dancing had weaved a spell so utterly intricate and appealing, you had been beyond shocked, beyond simply attracted or intrigued.

You had thought him beautiful. For the first time in your life, you had looked upon another human being with nothing but pure, unadulterated wonder. His stage presence had practically swept you off your feet and punched you in the guts at the same time.

And it was just that sensation that recurred when you watched Jungkook dance on stage for the second time.

You almost had to sit down as you stared at him. He had no need for fancy clothes or makeup or stylized hair. It was refreshing, actually, seeing him in comfortable clothes, face bare, dancing as if though nothing else truly mattered. His moves oscillated constantly between the calm assuredness of practice and the fiery intensity of his will and passion, though that in turn created a sort of balance that was absolutely captivating. It rendered you wordless.

You could watch Jeon Jungkook dance for ages, but then, that wasn’t what you were there for.

None of the seven members of BTS noticed you even as they finished the song and the stage director shouted that they needed to go through the song routine again. The music restarted, and you began uncovering your camera. You snapped a few shots - mindful, of course, of the flash setting, which you shut off before you started taking photos - as you approached the stage. Unwittingly, you managed to capture a few images where members exposed a strip of naked skin either around their midsection or their neck and shoulder area, and decided to keep them a secret from Se-Eun until you needed to cheer her up some extra. Other than that, you kept the photographing to a minimum, and eventually sank down onto one of the many plastic seats, your eyes still glued onto the dancing guys.

“(Y/F/N)? Is that you?”

The blood ran cold through your system. You slowly, very slowly, craned your neck backwards, and despite having heard her voice, despite reason telling you that she was very much present, you had to muster every ounce of self-control as not to jolt in shock when she entered your vision.

“Park Yi-Jae,” you said with a smile that tasted like ash and brackish water. “Nice to see you.”

Park Yi-Jae had stopped mid-stride, and turned fully toward you, her eyes round with genuine surprise. She was wearing an oversized, pink hoodie that made her delicate, bare legs look even thinner by comparison, and unpocketed her phone from the front of her white jeans shorts before taking the seat next to you. The air suddenly smelled like strawberry candy and hairspray.

“Likewise!” chirped Yi-Jae as she beamed at you. “But when did you get here? I didn’t even know you’d come!”

She ran her fingers through now long, straightened blonde hair, which you took as a sign of nervousness. Her nails were meticulously polished and cut, and jewelry dangled from her ears and tiny wrists. You tried not to look, but forced yourself to search for it - and you found it. Draped around her pale neck was the necklace you had bought for Jungkook’s graduation. Immediately, reflexively, you braced yourself for the immense agony of being reminded, of seeing the betrayal, of reliving the wound Jungkook had inflicted upon you that fateful February night.

But instead of pain, all you felt was emptiness.

“Oh, I arrived yesterday,” you told her, your voice completely light and normal. You sounded glad, really - somehow - while you strained to be heard over the music. “Jungkook invited me to come almost a month ago.”

“Did he?” Her smile remained on her face. “Well, I’m so happy to see you again - we didn’t exactly part on the best of terms.” She lowered her gaze ashamedly. “I was horrible toward you. I’m so sorry about that. I just… I was scared to lose him and hurt. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

Yi-Jae both looked and sounded honest. You didn’t know if you believed her, but you knew you had to appear as if though you did. If only to keep the conversation at a reasonable level. “Of course not,” you said sympathetically. “I get it, it must have been horrible hearing him say what he said.”

“Yes, but still…” She touched her bracelet, her eyes remaining downcast. “I’m sorry. I threatened you like a madman and I even accused you of not caring about him. I honestly thought you only wanted to use him for your family business.”

“But why would you think that?” you asked carefully, making sure your voice was calm and reassuring. It wasn’t difficult, seeing as you weren’t angry or annoyed at all. In fact, you felt absolutely nothing while talking to Yi-Jae. Someone could have shot you in the leg and you wouldn’t even have flinched.

You would have been terrified of yourself, but not even fear could overcome the total and complete numbness infiltrating your emotional state just then.

Yi-Jae glanced up at stage, where the members of BTS were still dancing. “Jungkookie told me a lot of things about you that weren’t exactly… flattering. I allowed that to cloud my judgement when I was angry with you, which was wrong in the first place.” Her eyes flitted nervously over to yours before quickly darting away again. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for bringing Jungkook back to us and the way he almost used to be.”

This piqued your interest. So not only Sejin had noticed that something was different with Jungkook.

“There’s no need apologizing,” you said while you mused over what she had said. The horrifying feeling of emotional voidness was still present inside you, like a vile, corrupting sickness that no medicine or treatment in the world could cure. It was worse than jealousy, a hundred times worse, because it felt almost as if it were a different person talking. As if you were merely watching yourself, unable to do anything. “I completely understand you. I would have behaved the same in your shoes.”

A lie. An utter, utter lie. Fortunately, Yi-Jae didn’t seem to notice that.

“Thank you so much for accepting my apology,” she said as her eyes shifted back toward yours. She smiled. “I’d like us to be friends, (Y/N), if I can call you that.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?” you wondered.

Yi-Jae giggled. “I know we didn’t exactly start off right,” she replied, “but I still think we can make it work. We’re both tied to the same guy, and I don’t want to make this a case where he has to choose either you or me.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, your eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Why would he have to choose? He loves you.”

Again, where you anticipated pain, there was nothing. You lifted your hand to rub your throat and tried to discreetly find your pulse. It was steady, pounding in an even rhythm, strong and alive.

Why, then, did you feel as if you were buried three feet under ground?

“Ah, yes,” she said with a short laughter. “But still. I love him too much to see him have to struggle between me and his friends. You are just friends, right?”

It took all your remaining willpower not to laugh. It would have been a cold, harsh laughter, but a laughter nevertheless. So, that’s what her point with the conversation was. Yet, you couldn’t confront her about it, not as long as you wanted to be friendly with her for Jungkook’s sake… which meant you could potentially be keeping silent about it until she and Jungkook died, what with the lie you had told Jungkook regarding the engagement ring you had once worn.

Shoot.

“Yeah,” you said nonchalantly. “That idiot is lucky to have someone who cares so much about his well-being as you.”

You managed to not sound sarcastic, but it was only barely. Yi-Jae must have sensed it, too, but she kept up appearances. “Thank you, (Y/N),” she said with a bright smile. “Let’s make a lot of good memories together. Just wait, in five or ten years, we’ll all be gathered around someone’s dinner table and just laugh at this.”

You felt your mouth move into a stiff smile. “Yup,” you replied. “It’ll all be like a bad dream.”

Yi-Jae nodded, and opened her mouth to respond when someone interrupted her. You hadn’t noticed the music stopping for a brief water break, even less the tall, sweaty guy regarding the two of you where you sat.

“(Y/N)!”

You looked in the direction of his voice and spotted Jungkook standing a few dozen rows away. Around him, the six remaining members of BTS were scattered across the seats, faces sweaty. They raised their hands wearily and called out a few greetings, which you returned with a smile. Yoongi was the only one who kept looking up at you after the guys resumed talking among themselves, except for Jungkook, who was grinning right at you.

“There you are!” he shouted. “I was calling you for the third time just now! Why couldn’t you send me a text that you were here? I almost thought you had been kidnapped!”

Warmth filled your chest, but it was only a spark, a weak flame, compared to what you used to feel when Jungkook smiled at you. You truly were emotionally injured, you fleetingly acknowledged as you rolled your eyes at him. “I thought you had eyes, you idiot!” you called back. “It’s not like I’m sitting right in front of you. Wait, but I am!”

“I’m actually getting my eyes checked soon,” he responded loudly, a chuckle following afterward.

“It’s probably all that gaming, you know!”

Jungkook shrugged, but his grin widened. You tried to discern any kind of unease or awkwardness in his posture or tone over the fact that you were sitting with his girlfriend, but he seemed unmoved.

He was moving on.

While chugging his water bottle, he returned focus to his hyungs. Yoongi, however, was still sending occasional glances your way, none of which you were able to interpret, yet you smiled at him to assure him you were alright. Another lie, of course. You were all but alright.

“Do you and Yoongi-oppa have something going on or…?”

Your jaw slackened, and you stared incredulously at Yi-Jae. “What?” you exclaimed, unable to dampen your shock. “Of course not!”

Yi-Jae tapped a finger against her chin and smiled apologetically at you. “Sorry, it just looked a little suspicious.” She leaned closer, the smell of her strawberry perfume infiltrating your nose even more. “Come on, we’re friends now. You can tell me.”

You were tempted to tell her very firmly that friendships didn’t work like that, and even more so the prospect of just punching her straight across the jaw. But you managed to restrain your impulses, and merely shook your head. “No, really,” you said as you discreetly moved away from her. “There’s nothing between him, or anyone else in the group, and me. Trust me - I couldn’t lie to save myself even."

Now, that might have been an exaggeration. You could definitely lie, only not to people who knew you somewhat. Yi-Jae seemed skeptical, but she let it go, flashing you another brilliant, sweet smile you had seen in CFs and posters so many other times. “Okay, but you’re not interested in any of them or so?” she asked gently.

“No,” you said, doing your best not to grit your teeth. “I’m not interested in anyone at the moment. University is work enough already.”

Yi-Jae giggled, but she sounded almost too content when she replied. “That’s unfortunate,” she said as she let out a wistful huff of air, her eyes locking onto Jungkook’s back. “I wouldn’t know what I would do without my honey.”

You guessed it was supposed to sound romantic, and perhaps it was. But you couldn’t even imagine having to depend on another person, especially your significant other, to that point. If the roles had been reversed, you wouldn’t have been able to handle an overbearing partner.

But then, you weren’t particularly successful in the dating realm, were you?

Perhaps a girl like Yi-Jae was all that guys wanted. Pretty, petite and pure - the perfect combination.

“Let’s do ‘Not Today’!” A man wearing glasses and a lightweight headset, presumably the stage or concert director, shouted instructions from stage to people in the area. “Performers, please take your starting positions!”

Jungkook gave you and Yi-Jae a quick smile over his shoulder and saluted before following his hyungs back up to the stage. You waved back, not really feeling like you wanted - or could - smile. Yi-Jae called out to him, however.

“Fighting!”

A whole hour passed before you excused yourself from Yi-Jae’s company. She didn’t seem to mind, as she had been talking to and laughing with someone on her phone for the last thirty minutes or so. Hoping Jungkook would be too absorbed into the rehearsals, you hurriedly left the same way you had come. Fresh air, or really anything that didn’t reek of candy and strawberry, was something you had run a shortage of, and you were practically panting when you found your way to a small lounge area and shut yourself in. You had barely sank down onto a worn, leather armchair when you felt the tears prickling behind your eyes.

“No!” you grunted as you balled your hands into fists. “Don’t you freaking cry now. You can’t break just yet, not until--” Your voice broke, painfully so.

You shook your head and closed your eyes, refusing to give in to the urge of relinquishing control - control was all you had left to cling onto, at least until after Jungkook’s concert. All this time, you had been nothing but unyielding in your belief, your conviction that you were doing the right thing both for you and Jungkook and everyone involved. You couldn’t just let more than three months of hard work slip through your fingers, not when you were so close to the freaking finishing line.

After the concert, Jungkook would have proved his worth as an idol again. He would be able to continue pursue his career - his childhood dream - together with a circle of people you now knew supported him more than you had ever been able to do. His hyungs: Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok - Jungkook would be in good hands continuing forward. And what his band members might not be able to provide for him, he could always find in Yi-Jae.

He had his life back together now. You had fixed the damage caused by his accident, which in turn kind of had occurred because of you. Your debt was paid, your duty was done - you could walk away from Jungkook now with a smile on your face and a straight back. He was glad, everyone around him was glad, and his life was going to continue where it abruptly ended due to his amnesia. It was all you had ever wanted when you first decided to help Jungkook.

Yet why did your chest feel so hollow? Why did your eyes yearn to bleed saltwater? Why did you want to punch something until you couldn’t punch something ever again?

Why were you being so difficult when you desired nothing but Jungkook to be happy?

You had kept your eyes close while struggling with your thoughts, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep, exhausted still from the travel yesterday. It was your furiously vibrating jacket pocket that later roused you, causing you to shoot up from the armchair.

“Yes?” you answered.

“(Y/N)?” Jungkook let out a loud, exasperated exhale. “Where have you been? Yi-Jae said she hasn’t seen you since around lunch time! It’s an hour minutes before the show!”

“I’m on my way,” you said as you hurried out of the room. You saw staff running in all different kinds of directions and scratched your nose. “Uh, where am I supposed to go?”

“I’m in one of the private changing rooms for the performers. Wait where you are - I’ll send a manager to bring you.”

“I can just ask around,” you said as you started hesitantly toward a young woman, who was heading in the opposite direction.

“You know Japanese?”

“I know English, Chinese and a little French, too.”

He snorted. “I should have known. Well then, if you’re nearby the arena, it shouldn’t take you long to find me.”

You signaled for the woman’s attention, and her eyes found yours. “Alright,” you said rapidly. “I’m hanging up. See you in a bit.”

After some explaining, the woman was kind enough to show you all the way to the green room, where you found Namjoon, Seokjin, Jimin and Taehyung waiting in each foldable plastic chair, phones in hand. They had all been primped up from head to toe, similarly to when you had seen them on stage the first time, and you knew instinctively that you had a golden opportunity to take a picture of them when they were still unaware yet still nearly photoshop perfect. However, and despite almost hearing Se-Eun beg for you to do it, you weren’t just going to snap a photo of someone - even someone as famous and comfortable with cameras like BTS - without them knowing about it.

“Hi,” you said as you entered the green room, which wasn’t particularly green. It was concrete, much like the rest of the building and Osaka altogether, and smelled strongly of hairspray, deodorant and lotion.

Jimin, who had been weighing himself on the two back legs of the chair, responded fastest. “(Y/N)!” he blurted as he sat properly. “Where have you been? You missed lunch.”

“There should be some left,” said Namjoon as he gestured toward a corridor that started in the other end of the green room. “In the second room, next to all the water bottles.”

“I’m not hungry,” you said truthfully, though you gave both of them a grateful smile for considering you might be. “Where are the rest?”

“Yoongi and Hoseok are still getting their makeup done,” said Seokjin as he lifted his gaze from the phone briefly to meet yours. “Jungkook is fixing some clothing issue.”

“He lost more weight than he should have,” said Taehyung, a strain to his cheek as he spoke. He then pointed down the same corridor Namjoon had indicated earlier. “You’ll find him third door to the left.”

“Thank you,” you told Taehyung, who nodded curtly in response. “By the way,” you added hastily as you picked up your camera. “Can I take some photos of you? It’s for a friend.”

“The shy ones always say that,” said Seokjin though he straightened his posture. “But sure.”

“Wait,” said Jimin as he checked his reflection in the screen of his phone. “It’s bad lighting in here, actually.” He grimaced.

“It’s just a normal picture,” you assured him quickly.

That didn’t seem to calm Jimin, or in fact anyone of them down. You had to take at least ten pictures until all four of them were satisfied, since if one of them complained, another one complained at the next picture you snapped. When they were all content, Hoseok appeared from the corridor and insisted on being a part of the suddenly lengthy photoshoot. Twenty pictures later, all five of them disagreed on the picture in question, and so, with a sigh, you left the camera with Taehyung so that you at least could leave.

“Jungkook?” You knocked on the third door to the left, just as Taehyung had told you. “You in there?”

“Yeah, come in.”

Jungkook was looking himself up and down in a floor-to-ceiling mirror. His brown hair was fashionably tousled, and he was wearing enough makeup to even cover the slight scar he had on his left cheek. There were titanium in his ears and around his fingers, and he was wearing a red bomber jacket over a turquoise shirt with print. His legs were wrapped in tight, tight black denim, and he wore brand sneakers to complete his look.

“Hey,” he said as his eyes found yours through the mirror.

You pushed past a movable clothes rack that was draped with various expensive-looking shirts and jackets. “No white t-shirt? What happened?”

Jungkook chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint you,” he replied as he straightened the collar of his shirt. “Where the hell were you by the way? I searched everywhere for you.”

“I was in a nearby shopping mall,” you lied as you did your best not to scratch your arm. “I’m actually feeling a little sick. I don’t know if I’ll be able to be here for the whole concert.”

Jungkook spun around. “You have to be,” he said, desperation clear in his tone. He approached you and put his hands on each of your shoulders. “Do you need some aspirin? Water? Have you actually eaten lunch?

“No,” you admitted as you averted your gaze. You couldn’t look into his eyes when he was as close as he currently was. The smell of him, mixed as always with soap, was enough to make you want to just lean your head against his chest and breathe it in.

“You need to take care of yourself, (Y/N).”

“As do you,” you said while studying the floor. “Taehyung told me you lost more than just five kilos.”

“Almost nine,” said Jungkook quietly.

You would have liked to look into his eyes to bring a little more weight to your sentence as you responded. “Seriously, don’t be an idiot. Your fans love you for what you do and who you are, and I believe they would like you to be healthy before all. So do that. Because if you don’t take care of your health, who will?”

“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d almost say you were concerned about me.”

You felt your lips tug into a reluctant smile. “Of course I am. I’m your friend, Jungkook. Why wouldn’t I care about your well-being?”

“Why then, won’t you look into my eyes?”

You inhaled deeply before raising your chin. Jungkook was tall, not as tall as Namjoon or Jung-Hyun, but he was tall enough for you to have to strain to look up at him, especially now that you were standing so closely together. He wore a soft expression on his face, his familiar brown eyes filling you with warmth - and you almost cried. The voidness that had numbed your feelings earlier, crept back across your senses with a ferociousness you now came to appreciate while you fought back your traitorous tears. You wouldn’t look away, however. You kept gazing up at Jungkook, hoping he couldn’t see how difficult this really was for you while you battled with your feelings.

“(Y/N)...” began Jungkook carefully, his voice low and hesitant.

“Forty-five minutes left until the show!” an unfamiliar voice called out from the corridor, cutting off Jungkook in whatever it was he had meant to say.

“Where’s Yi-Jae?” you asked as you stepped away from him. The weight of his palms on your shoulders remained, like imprints in the sand. “Shouldn’t she also be here to support you?”

“She’s in the bathroom and has been for a while now,” said Jungkook, his tone neutral. “She ate some bad salmon. Sejin-hyung caught it too.”

“Guess I should be glad I didn’t stay for lunch,” you muttered. “I love salmon.”

“Are you sure you don’t want some aspirin or something?”

You shook your head. “I’ll manage. And pills make me sleepy, anyways.”

Jungkook pulled up his phone from the bomber jacket - since he probably couldn’t even fit a coin in his pants - and held it out to you. “Could you take a picture of me and the hyungs so I can send it to my parents?”

“Sure,” you said, even though you lifted your eyebrows in surprise. You tapped in the code, 1024, yet nothing happened. “Did you change the password?” you asked.

“Sorry, I forgot about that. It’s 1738.” He glanced at his reflection in the mirror again, adjusting his sleeves and his hair before turning back toward you, and pointed ahead. “Let’s go.”

You hung your purse over the clothes rack before heading out. Laughter could be heard all the way to the green room where now all seven members of BTS were visually ready for the concert. The laughter came from Seokjin and Jimin, who was watching Taehyung clutching your camera as if it were his own and taking pictures of all the members while shouting random English words. Taehyung had seemed to gotten really into character while he forced Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi to pose differently, using both chairs and the various equipment lying nearby. You could hear Jungkook sigh, but when you looked up at him, he was grinning as widely as the other guys.

“Come here,” ordered Jungkook, causing everyone to look at him. “(Y/N) is taking a group photo of us.”

“Group photo?” said Taehyung in heavily accented English. He said it in a confused way, as if he himself hadn’t understood what he just had said, which caused an upheaval among the others.

“Yeah,” said Jungkook as he stifled a laughter. The others didn’t. “Come here, all of you.”

You had to unlock Jungkook’s phone twice before all six of his hyungs finally obeyed him. Perhaps, if it were another day, or another life, you might have joined in on the laughter and found it funny how Jungkook spoke without even the slightest honorifics while ordering the members around, but you knew this would be the end. And so, it was with a pensive smile that you took the photos.

When you were finished, the seven guys flocked around you to browse through the images, several of which would have belonged in a comedy sketch. They settled down after that, though if it were because of nerves or because they needed to save their energy, you didn’t know. Taehyung returned your camera to you before he went to stretch together with Hoseok. You unfolded a chair, too, and sank down on it as Jungkook patted you on your arm.

“I’ll be right back,” he told you. “If anyone needs me, I’m in the bathroom.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

“And (Y/N)...” His fingers squeezed around your bicep gently. “Thank you, again, for everything. You really are the best kind of friend I could have ever asked for.”

“Save the sentimental stuff until after the concert,” you said as you struggled against the burning in your eyes. “Who knows what will happen. Break a leg, by the way.”

Jungkook chuckled as he left you. “Heartless,” he muttered over his shoulder.

It wasn’t until he had left that you realized you were still holding Jungkook’s phone. Remembering the weird caller ID your phone number had according to practically everyone, you felt your curiosity increase exponentially with each passing second. You tried to resist the urge, knowing that you had no right to be browsing around Jungkook’s phone just because he had told you the password. Yet, when you realized that this would be your final chance to find out, you decided to sneak a peek. How dangerous could it be to just snoop around one last time and for something as innocent as a caller ID? Not at all, you reckoned.

You believed wrong.

What you thought would have been the last time you would directly interact with something connected to Jungkook for your own sake turned horribly wrong. For when you found your number in Jungkook’s contact list, you couldn’t believe what you were reading. You bolted up the chair with enough force to startle everyone in the green room with you, including the members of BTS. Yoongi’s gaze weighed especially hard upon your neck as you bolted toward the dressing room you had left your purse in, but you ignored everyone. Even as Hoseok called after you, concern in his voice, you rendered yourself deaf. All you knew was that you had to get out of there before--

“(Y/N)! What’s going on? Did something happen to your father again?”

You froze. You wished you hadn’t, you wished you had been able to sprint out of the dressing room and merely push past the person standing behind you just then, but you couldn’t. You were petrified.

“(Y/N)? Can you hear me?”

His steps thudded across the floor, hasty, worried. Yet it was you who were filled with apprehension after Jungkook forced you to turn around and look at him, hot tears running down your face.

For Jungkook fell to the floor, gripping his head with both his hands until his knuckles whitened.

Seconds, days, hours, years - it was all arbitrary. Time felt as if it had ceased, yet simultaneously ran faster than ever. People, both familiar and unfamiliar, gradually filled the doorway to stare at you and Jungkook. Nobody dared step over the threshold. Not even Jungkook’s hyungs moved when they heard him grunt and groan in agony where he was crumpled onto the floor.

All you heard were your own heartbeats. Fluttery, light, as if to compensate for the unmoving time. You wanted to help Jungkook, you wanted to stop his suffering no matter the cost.

But that was not something you could do. Not when you were the cause of it.

Eons could have passed - or a few milliseconds. But the amount of anger in Jungkook’s eyes as he looked up at you, mixed with the kind of cold scorn he had regarded you with the last five years, made you believe in the former. The way his lips formed into a thin line, the way he set his jaw, the way his brows were slightly furrowed - they were all a part of the Jungkook you had shared your latter teens with. They were all a part of what had made you despise him so much during the last couple of years.

They were all a part of the expression Jeon Jungkook had worn when he discovered you with Park Yi-Jae after the concert in Seoul that Sunday in February.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore. Instead, you darted out of the dressing room, the spectators parting like the Red Sea before you. Not even Yoongi’s slim dark eyes, which were brimming with sympathy, lent you any consolation as your walking turned into running and then sprinting.

Jungkook’s snarled after you, voice colder than ice. It lashed into your back, harder than a physical whip, almost making you trip. Yet despite the pain, your legs didn’t stop. You wouldn’t stop moving.

You didn’t know what would happen to either one of you if you stayed.

And so you continued, even as he repeated the sentence, the agony coursing throughout your body and your very soul doubling. Even as you felt his familiar brown eyes pierce into your back, like salt in open wounds. Even when you would have rather been torn apart by real weapons and bleed real blood.

Because nothing hurt as much as hearing Jeon Jungkook yelling after you with enough contempt, disappointment and disgust to poison the ground you walked on.

“Why the fuck did you lie to me, (Y/F/N)?”

[kpophubb]

Good night sweetie 💕

I hope u had a wonderful dayyyy , full of joy & love ~ also face reveal ,I mean I'm sure you are the most beautiful angel but I see other ppl here mentioning it and I just can't find it, I scrolled 26 days down 👇 but nopeee

And the second thing is kinda request ..but not really just your thoughts 😇 I read your enha boyfriend habit today ,and ah its so good , the are a couple of lines stuck in my head #1when y/n says "you smell like him" 🤭 and some noona thing so cute , I wanted to ask if you could do sake things but you know who 🤭🤭🤭🤭 doesn't have to be long ~ can be short headcons

I wish u a lovely Thursday, I hope u got my earlier message yesterday by now, it's just sometimes ppl mentioned some of my anons are not reaching and I can't check it 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

Also I wanna ask what heart color u hv associated with hyune? Lixie is 💛 right ?)

Love u♡♡♡♡♡

Good night to you too baby! 🥺🤍 I hope you dream of me ~ 🙈 ⛅️ 💛

I had a real happy day, I called my best friend yesterday and we talked for hours and hours and I felt so revived and renewed 🥹🤍 she really be my soulmate bff and #1 indeed. Also, I’m flooding with positivity and my usual happiness again~🥰

pls naur, I’m not the “most beautiful” “Angel” or “pretty” wtf😭 that is all exaggeration.. and you can’t find them baby bc I always delete them within minutes bc I grow so shy and anxious <|3

YES I KNOW YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT HWANG HYUNJIN, OBVIOUSLY THE ONE AND ONLY ;) I know how much you love him🫶🏻 awh thank u sm for reading my works and altho I do not write for skz atm but for you, anything! 😘 just give me some time to work on it babe! <3

I always get your asks anonie don’t worry, I just wait till I’m free and can answer them with love and make them long, paying attention to every detail. 🤍 lixie is a yellow heart bc he’s sunshine, but hyunnie? Uhm idk 🤔 you decide bc he’s so artsy and lovable which heart is the best for him? T-T

[☁️….𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲] ⇘ 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚛 🌤️

“I can’t describe in words just how much I appreciate you being in this world” 💛

[otakusmart]

Top 7 October K-dramas that you shouldn't miss this winter

Hey, you! 'Cheer Up!' as a 'Glitch' will happen to your planned schedule. Because from the next month onwards, quite a few of the much-anticipated shows of your choice will be in your planned schedule. Ready to change your schedule but haven't yet done it? Look at these upcoming K-dramas in October and pick up one on your list. 

Top 7 upcoming K-dramas in October 2022

Cheer Up! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyJky5dyf9U A Korean Drama series focuses on the character Do Hae-Yi, who joined a 50 years old cheering squad, Teyia, at Yeonhee University. Her entry into the club is to lessen the severe economic crisis that their family is facing. Being an academic and bright student, she continued her studies even after facing financial problems at home.  However, many things change for her, in fact, especially for her after going there.  She meets Park Jung-Woo, Jin Sun-Ho, Tae Cho-Hee, Joo Sun-Ja, and Bae Young-Woong (former member and alumnus of the university).  Starring Han Ji-Hyun, Bae In-Hyuk, Kim Hyun-Jin, Jang Gyu-Ri, Lee Eun-Saem, and Yang Dong-Geun, this show will surely be going to win the heart of teens.  The drama will be released on and from October 3 on SBS. ALSO READ: 12 Korean Drama OSTs That Every Kdrama Enthusiasts Know By Heart The Witch's Game  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m82rKVlQ28M The Korean Romance Drama glorifies motherhood and women in general and depicts revenge.  Directed by Lee Hyung Sun, the story of the drama revolves around a psychological concept, i.e., a confrontation. It is the confrontation of two mothers and daughters who have sacrificed to a great evil.  The plot then continues to depict how those characters manage to punish the great evil.  This show will be aired on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday for 35 min from October 3, 2022, to March 17, 2023.  Love That Will Freeze to Death https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYAao9-gyWw Also known as 'Icy Cold Romance' or 'Love Is for Suckers,' this rom-com stars Lee Da-hee and Choi Si-won.  Two 30 years old people unexpectedly meet each other after 20 long years.  They meet on a reality dating show, and it shows that both have romantic feelings for them.  Choi Gyu-Sik directed drama, distributed by SkyTV, will be released on October 5, 2022, on Wednesday and Thursday at 21:00 (KST). Bad Prosecutor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QigJC9b1Ft8 Starring Doh Kyung-soo and Lee Se-hee. Bad Prosecutor is about the Prosecutor who punishes the corrupted power with trickery and practical help. Doh Kyung-soo can be seen to be the prosecutor as Jin Jung and Lee Se-hee as Shin A-ra, the senior prosecutor, along with the suporting actors Lee Si-eon, Ha Jun, Kim Sang-ho, Kim Tae-woo, Yeon Jun-seok, Joo Bo-young, Lee Hyo-na, Choi Gwang-il, and Yoon Jung-seop. This show is planned to be released on KBS2 on October 5, 2022, every Wednesday and Thursday at 21:50 (KST). Glitch https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inGM8RB6H00 Hong Ji-Hyo is a girl from a well-to-do family. She has a balanced life with a steady job and a boyfriend.  However, unstable events begin to occur in her life from the night her boyfriend disappears. While searching for him, she discovers the covered secret with the help of the UFO watchers' community.  Roh Deok directed show stars Jeon Yeo-been as Hong Ji-Hyo and Nana as Heo Bo-ra. The show is scheduled to be aired on October 7, 2022, on Netflix. ALSO READ: 10 Korean Dramas With No Romance To Kickstart Your K-drama Journey Vengeance of the Bride https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHPtWKlnYGI Eun Seo-Yeon, a pleasant woman, leads her healthy life by running a business producing cosmetics and selling them online. In a make-up salon, she also works as a staff.  One day she learns that their family friend Kang Baek-San, who runs a large cosmetics company, is actually held responsible for her parent's death. To avenge her parent's death, she marries his son Kang Tae-Poong.  The show with suspense has booked to be released on October 10, 2022, and will continue till 2023 on Monday - Friday at 19:50.  The Queen's Umbrella https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAlyRsCAJQ8 Aside from the rom-com and suspense, this Netflix K-drama has made its ground.  This historical drama talks about the troublemaking princes for whom their mother or the Queen lives in misery.  However, for the sake of her children, she accepts all the pain. However, this Queen is not like any other; she is very hot-tempered.  Directed by Kim Hyung Shik, the show stars Kim Hye Soo. The 16 episodes drama will begin on October 15, 2022, and will be continued till December 4, 2022, with 60 mins approx runtime.  ALSO READ: Best Kdrama on Netflix: Most popular South Korean Dramas on Netflix Today (2022) Read the full article

[wascherin]

Kyunghyang Newspaper, Thursday, January 3, 1957

Survey II

By The Editorial Writer

(1) What did you gain and what did you lose through two and a half years of your parliamentary career?

(2) What do you want to do the most for the rest of your term?

(3) What is one thing you are proud of that you have done throughout your term?

Hyun Seok-ho (Democratic Party)

(1) I resisted "Rounding off," so I decided to end my half-year career in Liberal Party, thereby losing power and economic benefits. By participating in the founding of Democratic Party, which aims for national prosperity, I gained determination.

(2) I would like to realize the upper house election by revising the election law so that the right to vote, which is the basic sovereignty of the people, can be guaranteed entirely.

(3) No comment.

Kim Eui-taek (Democratic Party)

(1) I Identified the root of corruption in Korean politics. But meanwhile, I learned many bad practices that we should never learn.

(2) I want to lay the groundwork for establishing democratic politics by amending the election law so that corrupt elections are wiped out and truly fair elections are held.

(3) I have fought against the government authority and the temptation of money. I have also done my best to defend the people's sovereignty.

Cho Young-gyu (Democratic Party)

(1) I discovered that the government power is huge, but I also discovered that public sentiment is stronger than government. I lost weight as we lost the constitution.

(2) I really want to revise the general election law.

(3) I am proud that I have fought well against unconstitutionality, illegality, and tyranny by the majority party with an undaunted spirit.

Gu Heung-nam (Liberal Party)

(1) What I got: The solitude of my soul. What I lost: My private enterprise

(2) Enactment of foreign exchange management act and foreign capital introduction act

(3) I don't have the courage to be proud of what I have achieved.

Yun Sung-soon (Liberal Party)

(1) I gained good experience through the positions of the chairman of the Commerce and Industry Committee and the chairman of the Whole House Committee.

(2) I will strive for abrogation of the unreasonable Korean Armistice Agreement and realization of the independent reunification of Korea.

(3) The construction of the irrigation facility in Gasan-myeon, Pocheon(constituency) has been almost completed, and I am proud of it.

Kim Young-sam (Democratic Party)

(1) I learned that democracy is not a ready-made thing, but something that is constantly being made. I realized how strong the true power of the people who seem powerless is. I can say these are what I gained. And I lost a lot of my good political seniors.

(2) We should amend the constitution to create a form of government in which perfect parliamentary politics is realized. And I think it is essential to revise the election law in order for the people to vote for who they want.

(3) Democratic Party is fighting against the corrupt government and Liberal Party. I devoted all my energy into contributing to the formation of this political party.

Cho Gyung-gyu (Liberal Party)

(1) What I got is white hair, and what I lost is black hair.

(2) I want to drink some water of the Amnok River.

(3) How can I be proud of myself in front of the 38th parallel and the innumerable starving, ragged people?

Shin Gak-hyu (Democratic Party)

(1) I have been a member of the parliament for about six years from the 2nd National Assembly to this day. But we parliament have lost the crucial national policies, basic rights of the people and most rights granted to us, so I dare not tell the people that we have gained something.

(2) As a member of the Agriculture and Forestry Committee of the National Assembly, I will try to change the roofs of thatched houses in rural areas to zinc or tile for the rest of my term.

(3) Participation in the independence of the Ministry of Agriculture and Forestry's Livestock Technology Institute, which is the basis of livestock farming. Establishment of basic statistics of the Ministry of Agriculture and Forestry

Kim Cheol-an (Liberal Party)

(1) In parliamentary politics of a democratic country, politicians sometimes need to control their self-consciousness, and I have learned this from my political life. I was sometimes disloyal to my duty because I wanted to lead a feminine life. Those times are things I lost.

(2) I will fulfill my mission of legislation. Especially for the war dead and the veterans.

(3) I have struggled to live a life in which one abandons oneself and serves others.

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Holidays 6.6

Holidays

Atheist Pride Day [also 3.20]

BAUN Day (UK)

Biomedical Science Day (UK)

Blind Day (Israel)

Bonza Bottler Day

CDF Founder’s Day

Children’s Union Foundation Day (North Korea)

Dark of the Moon Day (According to C.W. McCall’s song “Convoy”)

D-Day

Detergent Day

Drive-In Movie Day

Empathy Day (UK)

Engineering Day (Argentina)

Engineer’s Day (Taiwan)

Flavor Massacre Day

Flavor Massacre Day

Gardening Exercise Day

Helicopter Day

Hyun Choong II Memorial Day (South Korea)

International Graphene Day

International Homebirth Day

International Slayer Day

Journalist Day (Ukraine)

Korean Children’s Union Foundation Day (North Korea)

Memorial Day (South Korea)

National Caves & Karst Day

National Cow Day (Norway)

National Cynthia Day

National Day of Sweden (a.k.a. Nationaldagen)

National Eyewear Day

National Gardening Exercise Day

National Higher Education Day

National Hunger Awareness Day

National Huntington’s Disease Awareness Day

National Naloxone Awareness Day

National Neuro-Disabilities Day (UK)

National Roommate Appreciation Day

National Stick Your Hand in a Blender Day

NBA Day

Philatelic Writers Day

Poppy Plant Day (French Republic)

Procession of the Golden Chariot (Mons, Belgium)

Public Museum Day

Red Herring Day (Sweden)

Robert Englund Day

Russian Language Day (UN)

Sacral Agenesis / Caudal Regression Syndrome Awareness Day

Satisfaction Day

Secure Your Load Day

Shriners International Awareness Day

Sibelius Festival (Finland)

Teachers’ Day (Bolivia)

Tetris Day

TR-606 Day

Visually Impaired People Day (Germany)

Woodmen of the World Founder's Day

World Caribou Day

World Day for Hidrandentis Suppurativa

World Green Roof Day

World IPv6 Day

World Pest Day

World Teacher Day (Bolivia)

World Tempe Day

World Tetris Day

World Transplant

YMCA Day

YgaSix Day

Yo-Yo Day

Zamboanga de Norte Day (Philippines)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Herring Day (Sweden)

National Applesauce Cake Day

National Churro Day

National Long Island Iced Tea Day

Roll Cake Day (Japan)

Independence & Related Days

Abeldane Empire; (a.k.a. Imperial Day; Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Ardesoda (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Berin (Declared; 2011) [unrecognized]

Great Welland (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Sweden (Election of King Gustav Vasa & end of the Kalmar Union, 1523)

Pacem (f.k.a. Abies; Declared; 2015) [unrecognized]

Queensland Day (Australia)

Santos (Declared; 2011) [unrecognized]

United Snakes of America (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

1st Thursday in June

International Consultants Day [1st Thursday]

Kid Lit Art Postcard Day [1st Thursday]

National Moonshine Day [1st Thursday]

Pea Soup Days begin (Wisconsin) [1st Thursday thru Sunday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

Festivals Beginning June 6, 2024

Appleby Horse Fair (Appleby-in-Westmorland, United Kingdom) [thru 6.12]

BBQ BASH (Wakefield, Virginia)

Bolivar Strawberry Festival (Bolivar, Ohio) [thru 6.8]

Droidcon San Francisco (San Francisco, California) [thru 6.7]

Festival of Pacific Arts and Culture (Honolulu, Hawaii) [thru 6.16]

Food That Rocks (Sandy Springs, Georgia)

Frankenmuth Bavarian Festival (Frankenmuth, Michigan) [thru 6.9]

Gangneung Dano Festival (Gangneung, South Korea) [thru 6.13]

Jazzablanca (Casablanca, Morocco) [thru 6.8]

Kapalua Wine & Food Festival (Kapalua, Maui, Hawaii) [thru 6.9]

Lajkonik Festival (Krakow, Poland)

Nebula Awards [SFWA Nebula Conference] (Pasadena, California) [thru 6.9]

The NorthSide Festival (Aarhus, Denmark( [thru 6.8]

Primavera Sound (Barcelona, Spain & Porto, Portugal) [thru 6.8]

Southeastern Meat Association Convention (Franklin, Tennessee) [thru 6.9]

Sparta Butterfest (Sparta, Wisconsin) [thru 6.9]

The WhiskyX (Atlanta, Georgia)

Winnipeg International Children’s Festival [Kidsfest] (Winnipeg, Canada) [thru 6.9]

Feast Days

Adopt a New Phobia Day (Pastafarian)

Alexander Pushkin (Writerism)

Ancestral Spirits Festival (Nigeria; Everyday Wicca)

Ceratius (a.k.a. Cerase; Christian; Saint)

Claud of Besançon (Christian; Saint)

Claudius (Christian; Saint)

The Bendideia of Bendis (Festival to Moon Goddess of Thrace)

Day of the South Wind (Pagan)

Diancecht (Celtic Book of Days)

Diego Velázquez (Artology)

Donald B. Tucker (Muppetism)

Eustorgius II of Milan (Christian; Saint)

Festival of Chiu Hsien (Taoist Spirit of Alcohol)

Gudwall (Christian; Saint)

Ini Kopuria (Church of England, Episcopal Church, Anglican Church of Melanesia)

Interpretive Dance Day (Pastafarian)

St. Isidore of Seville (Positivist; Saint)

Jarlath (Christian; Saint)

John Tumbull (Artology)

Judgment Day (Petal Hats; Shamanism)

King of the Witches Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Marcellin Champagnat (Christian; Saint)

Maxime Kumin (Writerism)

Norbert of Gennep (a.k.a. of Xanten’; Christian; Saint) [Bohemia]

Pancho Contreas (Muppetism)

Philip the Deacon (Christian; Saint)

Santa Anna Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Thomas Mann (Writerism)

Hebrew Calendar Holidays [Begins at Sundown Day Before]

Rosh Chodesh Sivan [29 Iyar-1 Sivan]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 157 [37 of 72]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [25 of 37]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [32 of 57]

Premieres

Bourne Identity (Film; 2002)

Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang, by Chelsea Handler (Humor Book; 2010)

Con Air (Film; 1997)

Edge of Tomorrow (Film; 2014)

The Egg and Ay-Yi-Yi (Tijuana Toads Cartoon; 1971)

The Eyes of Heisenberg, by Frank Herbert (Novel; 1966)

The Fault in Our Stars (Film; 2014)

The Good Times, by Russell Baker (Novel; 1989)

Herbie Rides Again (Film; 1974)

(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction, by The Rolling Stones (Song; 1965)

Invisible Touch, by Genesis (Album; 1986)

I Will Always Love You, by Dolly Parton (Song; 1974)

Kung Fu Panda (Animated Film; 2008)

Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.), by Katy Perry (Song; 2011)

The Longest Day, by Cornelius Ryan (History Book; 1959)

Love Me Do, recorded by The Beatles (Song; 1962)

Men at Work, by George F. Will (Sports Book; 1990)

November Rain, by Guns N’ Roses (Music Video; 1992)

Only the Lonely, by Roy Orbison (Song; 1960)

Ping Pong Summer (Film; 2014)

Pygmy, by Chuck Palahniuk (Novel; 2009)

The River in Reverse, by Elvis Costello (Album; 2006)

Robin Hoodwinked (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1958)

Sex and the City (TV Series; 1998)

Snap Happy Traps (Phantasies Cartoon; 1946)

Storms of Life, by Randy Travis (Album; 1986)

Tax: Quest for Burger (WB Animated Film; 2023)

There Auto Be a Law (WB LT Cartoon; 1953)

20/20 (TV News Series; 1978)

2 Fast 2 Furious (Film; 2003) [F&F #2]

TV of Tomorrow (MGM Cartoon; 1953)

Up the Academy (Film; 1980)

Urban Cowboy (Film; 1980)

War and Pieces (WB LT Cartoon; 1964)

You Don’t Mess with the Zohan (Film; 2008)

Today’s Name Days

Bertrand, Kevin, Norbert (Austria)

Berta, Klaudije, Neda, Norbert (Croatia)

Norbert (Czech Republic)

Nobertus (Denmark)

Pärle, Piibe (Estonia)

Kustaa, Kustavi, Kyösti (Finland)

Norbert (France)

Alice, Bertrand, Kevin, Norbert (Germany)

Ilarion (Greece)

Cintia, Norbert (Hungary)

Norberto, Paola, Paula (Italy)

Adalberts, Ardis, Arnis, Ingrīda, Vairis (Latvia)

Mėta, Norbertas, Paulina, Tauras (Lithuania)

Gustav, Gyda (Norway)

Benignus, Dominika, Klaudiusz, Laurenty, Norbert, Norberta, Paulina, Symeon, Więcerad (Poland)

Ilarion (România)

Norbert (Slovakia)

Marcelino, Norberto (Spain)

Gösta, Gustav (Sweden)

Judith, Valerie (Ukraine)

Dante, Donte, Delaney, Norbert, Norberta, Norberto (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 158 of 2024; 208 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 23 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 26 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Geng-Wu), Day 1 (Xin-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 29 Iyar 5784

Islamic: 29 Dhu al-Qada 1445

J Cal: 8 Blue; Oneday [8 of 30]

Julian: 24 May 2024

Moon: 0%: New Moon

Positivist: 17 St. Paul (6th Month) [St. Isidore of Seville]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 80 of 92)

Week: 1st Full Week of June

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 17 of 31)

Calendar Changes

榴月 [Liúyuè] (Chinese Lunisolar Calendar) [Month 5 of 12] (Pomegranate Month) [Earthly Branch: Horse Month] (Wǔyuè; Fifth Month)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 6.6

Holidays

Atheist Pride Day [also 3.20]

BAUN Day (UK)

Biomedical Science Day (UK)

Blind Day (Israel)

Bonza Bottler Day

CDF Founder’s Day

Children’s Union Foundation Day (North Korea)

Dark of the Moon Day (According to C.W. McCall’s song “Convoy”)

D-Day

Detergent Day

Drive-In Movie Day

Empathy Day (UK)

Engineering Day (Argentina)

Engineer’s Day (Taiwan)

Flavor Massacre Day

Flavor Massacre Day

Gardening Exercise Day

Helicopter Day

Hyun Choong II Memorial Day (South Korea)

International Graphene Day

International Homebirth Day

International Slayer Day

Journalist Day (Ukraine)

Korean Children’s Union Foundation Day (North Korea)

Memorial Day (South Korea)

National Caves & Karst Day

National Cow Day (Norway)

National Cynthia Day

National Day of Sweden (a.k.a. Nationaldagen)

National Eyewear Day

National Gardening Exercise Day

National Higher Education Day

National Hunger Awareness Day

National Huntington’s Disease Awareness Day

National Naloxone Awareness Day

National Neuro-Disabilities Day (UK)

National Roommate Appreciation Day

National Stick Your Hand in a Blender Day

NBA Day

Philatelic Writers Day

Poppy Plant Day (French Republic)

Procession of the Golden Chariot (Mons, Belgium)

Public Museum Day

Red Herring Day (Sweden)

Robert Englund Day

Russian Language Day (UN)

Sacral Agenesis / Caudal Regression Syndrome Awareness Day

Satisfaction Day

Secure Your Load Day

Shriners International Awareness Day

Sibelius Festival (Finland)

Teachers’ Day (Bolivia)

Tetris Day

TR-606 Day

Visually Impaired People Day (Germany)

Woodmen of the World Founder's Day

World Caribou Day

World Day for Hidrandentis Suppurativa

World Green Roof Day

World IPv6 Day

World Pest Day

World Teacher Day (Bolivia)

World Tempe Day

World Tetris Day

World Transplant

YMCA Day

YgaSix Day

Yo-Yo Day

Zamboanga de Norte Day (Philippines)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Herring Day (Sweden)

National Applesauce Cake Day

National Churro Day

National Long Island Iced Tea Day

Roll Cake Day (Japan)

Independence & Related Days

Abeldane Empire; (a.k.a. Imperial Day; Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Ardesoda (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Berin (Declared; 2011) [unrecognized]

Great Welland (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Sweden (Election of King Gustav Vasa & end of the Kalmar Union, 1523)

Pacem (f.k.a. Abies; Declared; 2015) [unrecognized]

Queensland Day (Australia)

Santos (Declared; 2011) [unrecognized]

United Snakes of America (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

1st Thursday in June

International Consultants Day [1st Thursday]

Kid Lit Art Postcard Day [1st Thursday]

National Moonshine Day [1st Thursday]

Pea Soup Days begin (Wisconsin) [1st Thursday thru Sunday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

Festivals Beginning June 6, 2024

Appleby Horse Fair (Appleby-in-Westmorland, United Kingdom) [thru 6.12]

BBQ BASH (Wakefield, Virginia)

Bolivar Strawberry Festival (Bolivar, Ohio) [thru 6.8]

Droidcon San Francisco (San Francisco, California) [thru 6.7]

Festival of Pacific Arts and Culture (Honolulu, Hawaii) [thru 6.16]

Food That Rocks (Sandy Springs, Georgia)

Frankenmuth Bavarian Festival (Frankenmuth, Michigan) [thru 6.9]

Gangneung Dano Festival (Gangneung, South Korea) [thru 6.13]

Jazzablanca (Casablanca, Morocco) [thru 6.8]

Kapalua Wine & Food Festival (Kapalua, Maui, Hawaii) [thru 6.9]

Lajkonik Festival (Krakow, Poland)

Nebula Awards [SFWA Nebula Conference] (Pasadena, California) [thru 6.9]

The NorthSide Festival (Aarhus, Denmark( [thru 6.8]

Primavera Sound (Barcelona, Spain & Porto, Portugal) [thru 6.8]

Southeastern Meat Association Convention (Franklin, Tennessee) [thru 6.9]

Sparta Butterfest (Sparta, Wisconsin) [thru 6.9]

The WhiskyX (Atlanta, Georgia)

Winnipeg International Children’s Festival [Kidsfest] (Winnipeg, Canada) [thru 6.9]

Feast Days

Adopt a New Phobia Day (Pastafarian)

Alexander Pushkin (Writerism)

Ancestral Spirits Festival (Nigeria; Everyday Wicca)

Ceratius (a.k.a. Cerase; Christian; Saint)

Claud of Besançon (Christian; Saint)

Claudius (Christian; Saint)

The Bendideia of Bendis (Festival to Moon Goddess of Thrace)

Day of the South Wind (Pagan)

Diancecht (Celtic Book of Days)

Diego Velázquez (Artology)

Donald B. Tucker (Muppetism)

Eustorgius II of Milan (Christian; Saint)

Festival of Chiu Hsien (Taoist Spirit of Alcohol)

Gudwall (Christian; Saint)

Ini Kopuria (Church of England, Episcopal Church, Anglican Church of Melanesia)

Interpretive Dance Day (Pastafarian)

St. Isidore of Seville (Positivist; Saint)

Jarlath (Christian; Saint)

John Tumbull (Artology)

Judgment Day (Petal Hats; Shamanism)

King of the Witches Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Marcellin Champagnat (Christian; Saint)

Maxime Kumin (Writerism)

Norbert of Gennep (a.k.a. of Xanten’; Christian; Saint) [Bohemia]

Pancho Contreas (Muppetism)

Philip the Deacon (Christian; Saint)

Santa Anna Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Thomas Mann (Writerism)

Hebrew Calendar Holidays [Begins at Sundown Day Before]

Rosh Chodesh Sivan [29 Iyar-1 Sivan]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 157 [37 of 72]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [25 of 37]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [32 of 57]

Premieres

Bourne Identity (Film; 2002)

Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang, by Chelsea Handler (Humor Book; 2010)

Con Air (Film; 1997)

Edge of Tomorrow (Film; 2014)

The Egg and Ay-Yi-Yi (Tijuana Toads Cartoon; 1971)

The Eyes of Heisenberg, by Frank Herbert (Novel; 1966)

The Fault in Our Stars (Film; 2014)

The Good Times, by Russell Baker (Novel; 1989)

Herbie Rides Again (Film; 1974)

(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction, by The Rolling Stones (Song; 1965)

Invisible Touch, by Genesis (Album; 1986)

I Will Always Love You, by Dolly Parton (Song; 1974)

Kung Fu Panda (Animated Film; 2008)

Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.), by Katy Perry (Song; 2011)

The Longest Day, by Cornelius Ryan (History Book; 1959)

Love Me Do, recorded by The Beatles (Song; 1962)

Men at Work, by George F. Will (Sports Book; 1990)

November Rain, by Guns N’ Roses (Music Video; 1992)

Only the Lonely, by Roy Orbison (Song; 1960)

Ping Pong Summer (Film; 2014)

Pygmy, by Chuck Palahniuk (Novel; 2009)

The River in Reverse, by Elvis Costello (Album; 2006)

Robin Hoodwinked (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1958)

Sex and the City (TV Series; 1998)

Snap Happy Traps (Phantasies Cartoon; 1946)

Storms of Life, by Randy Travis (Album; 1986)

Tax: Quest for Burger (WB Animated Film; 2023)

There Auto Be a Law (WB LT Cartoon; 1953)

20/20 (TV News Series; 1978)

2 Fast 2 Furious (Film; 2003) [F&F #2]

TV of Tomorrow (MGM Cartoon; 1953)

Up the Academy (Film; 1980)

Urban Cowboy (Film; 1980)

War and Pieces (WB LT Cartoon; 1964)

You Don’t Mess with the Zohan (Film; 2008)

Today’s Name Days

Bertrand, Kevin, Norbert (Austria)

Berta, Klaudije, Neda, Norbert (Croatia)

Norbert (Czech Republic)

Nobertus (Denmark)

Pärle, Piibe (Estonia)

Kustaa, Kustavi, Kyösti (Finland)

Norbert (France)

Alice, Bertrand, Kevin, Norbert (Germany)

Ilarion (Greece)

Cintia, Norbert (Hungary)

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🎤 Kpop Concerts: The Shops at Skyview to Host Jung Dae Hyun Meet-and-Greet for ‘K-FUN Summer School’

The Shops at Skyview, a multi-level shopping destination nestled in Flushing, Queens, is excited to extend an invitation to the community to the first in its series of six “K-Fun Summer School” Korean cultural classes. The event will adopt a “Skyview High” theme and is scheduled to run from now through early August. Each designated week will feature a day dedicated to exploring the vibrant and captivating facets of Korean pop music, art, fashion, wellness, food, and traditional cultural experiences.

The first of these seasonal events, held on Level 4 from 2PM-5PM on Sunday, June 16, will feature a meet-and-greet with K-pop star Jung Dae Hyun. Making his debut as the main vocalist in the six-member group B.A.P, the first K-Pop group to perform in New York’s Times Square, he has since released a solo album and participated in popular musicals such as “Napoleon” and “Grease.” After recently completing his military service, Dae Hyun has been preparing a new album slated for release in 2024. His upcoming appearance at The Shops at Skyview’s “K-Pop Day” marks his first overseas performance since his last U.S. concert tour in 2018, and he eagerly anticipates reuniting with his New York fans.

Celebrating K-Pop music and dance, the June 16th “K-Pop Day” class will also include a captivating performance by the AKF Dance Studio. Participants who attend more than four of these “K-Fun Summer School” classes will receive a “graduation gift” that includes a postcard signed by Jung Dae Hyun.

Each event is free of charge and open to the public.  Pre-registration is required and tickets are limited. VIP seating will be available for the first 60 guests who spend $200 or more with retailers at The Shops at Skyview and share their receipts during registration. To learn more or to register, click here.

Class Schedule

K-Pop Day: Sunday, June 16, 2024 @ 2-5 PM

Jung Dae Hyun Meet-and-Greet

Live dance performance by AKF Dance Studio

VIP Seating Ticket (open on Monday, May 15 @ 11AM)

Zone 1 Standing Ticket (open at 11:00AM on 5/15)

Zone 2 Standing Ticket (open at 11:00AM on 5/17)

K-Art Day: Thursday, June 27, 2024 @ 5-8PM

Live art performances by artists Choi Jin Yong, Jason H. Lee, Lee Hyun Joon & Park Mi Jeong

Personalized sneaker and t-shirt art by graphic design artists Noh Heewon, Dahui & more.

Register Here

K-Fashion Day: Sunday, July 7, 2024 @ 2-5PM

K-beauty makeup demonstration by Sephora

Discover TWICE Mina’s skincare secrets by SKII

Korean personal color analysis by Sek Lab NYC

Complimentary personalized t-shirt and accessory embroidery by MKC Threads

Korean school fashion photo booth

Register Here

K-Wellness Day: Thursday, July 18, 2024 @ 5-8 PM

Taekwondo performance by the Y.H. Park Taekwondo Academy

K-“pop” posture correction demo by chiropractor and acupuncturist Ernest Kim

Flexibility Fix Yoga Workshop by Ernest Kim

Register Here

K-Food Day: Sunday, July 28, 2024 @ 2-5 PM

Food tasting by aT Center America and Skyfoods

Kimchi cookoff competition by aT Center America

Korean food and cocktail workshop (cocktails for 21+ only)

Register Here

K-Culture Day: Thursday, August 8 @ 5-8 PM

Traditional hanbok runway show

Folk dance and music by the Korean Traditional Music and Dance Center (KTMDC)

Immersive Korean hanbok wardrobe photobooth

Korean arts and crafts

“Graduation Gift” redemption

Register Here

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JUN AND JUN (2023, SOUTH KOREA)

Episode 1 Premiere Thursday July 20, 2023

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Choi Jun (KI HYUN WOO) wakes up to being his work day. He smoothly gets ready applying his signature scent. A scent that rouses suspicion in his childhood love Lee Jun. Whom he's about to meet again.

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aquela música tinha grudado na cabeça feito chiclete, o legal é que no dia seguinte já não lembraria mais, só se ouvisse incessantemente de novo. tinha passado boa parte do dia ouvindo de outras pessoas, parecia ser algum lançamento e Hyun ficou curioso, pra quê? pra não conseguir mais parar de cantar, só pode. "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday (a week). Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, seven days a week" cantarolava sem parar em seu caminho para a loja de conveniência, a cabeça balançava no ritmo da música que explodia nos fones de ouvido que usava, o óculos escuros e um chapéu de praia faziam parte do look de celebridade que tenta se esconder. estava tão distraído com a música que não notou de imediato os pôsteres pelo estabelecimento, mas quando notou... o diabinho que habitava sua mente o fez comprar uma caneta só pra desenhar chifres na imagem de seu irmão. após passar no caixa se encaminhou para o fundo da loja, fingindo que havia esquecido de comprar algum salgadinho, curiosamente havia um totem de papelão de Dong-Young bem ali. com a face escondida sob o chapéu começou a desenhar chifres na cabeça de seu gêmeo de papel, estava finalizando o bigode quando viu @danilcc pelo canto dos olhos. "ele que começou eu juro" retrucou em tom baixo se entregando, não sabia se seria repreendido ou não, mas achava pouco comparado ao que o irmão fizera consigo.

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Rambling About A Show (04/09/2023)

⚠️SPOILER!!⚠️

I started watching this on Thursday(04/06/2023)and finished it today.

Yo, this series had me crying several times over character deaths. 😭 When Han Du-Sik grabbed Cha Hyun-Su when he went monster mode, it broke my heart. 😭 He kept telling Cha Hyun-Su it's not your fault. This kid was hurting because life hadn't been easy for him.

I cried when An Seon-Yeong apologized to him when she was turning. Basically saying she understood now, how did he endure it.

I think the character deaths that had me crying the most was Jung Jae-Heon's and Lee Eun-Hyeok's. Jung Jae-Heon, before he died he confessed to Yoon Ji-Su that he likes her. He was the one that always said 'it's God's will'. When he confessed he stated that was his will. 😭 I cried harder when Yoon Ji-Su walked away after his burial and sobbed.

In Lee Eun-Hyeok's case. It's the way he promised Lee Eun-Yu that he would return after bringing Cha Hyun-Su back, when they escaped through the tunnel. In a previous scene he had told he something about promises that you can't keep are essentially a lie. Those weren't his exact words. Instead of going back he stays. Because he was starting to turn. 😭

When they did a flashback into Cha Hyun-Su's past, I felt heartbroken. I also don't understand what the guy meant when he said he's beating him because the sky was clear the day Cha Hyun-Su tried to give him coins. Does that statement have some sort meaning that I'm not aware of.

While watching series 1 of this series it felt like I ended up crying during every episode. I'm glad there is another season because what kind of ending is that?!