#tone of voice facial expressions everything is just chefs kiss

[minttutee]

one of my fav genres of bojan has got to be him always doing impressions of his bandmates <3 watched the preview of josubs' new video where he does an impression of nace and kris's pho soup commentary and got such an immediate serotonin rush from it like my entire mood has now shifted, thanks bojan

[prkchimins]

I Hate That I’m In Love With You Final Part 20

previous/ / finale //next epilogue

Jungkook x reader

Masterlist

Crackhead angsty fluffy social media au

Jimin, Taehyung, & Yoongi set up a plan for Y/N to get together with Jungkook to get into his famous college parties.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: this is crackhead writing - its not a masterpiece lolol, ass grabbing, grindING, jk x y/n bumping uglies but not that detailed, ANGSTY, fluff at the end

Summary: jk brings y/n food on New Years eve and they get into a fight & things get angsty + heated and they fuck for the first time basically adjaskljsdlk

You hear the doorbell ring as you put a pause on your ongoing Ratatouille movie only thirty minutes in. You glance at the clock on your bedside table reading 10:22 p.m., less than two hours until the new year. You sigh realizing how much time has passed and how crazy this year has been.

The loud noise of the doorbell ringing repeatedly broke you out of your thoughts not realizing how long you’ve been in your own world. “I’m coming, jesus,” you mutter to yourself as you tear your blanket off your body hopping off your cozy bed. You take your sweet time walking to the door because you knew exactly who it was waiting for you.

You swing the door open being greeted with none other than Jeon Jungkook. “What took you so long, princess?” He questioned with his figure leaning against the doorframe. “Princess? Now that’s a new nickname,” you state completely ignoring what he just asked you. “I’m not wrong am I?” he smirked knowing exactly that your cheeks would turn bright pink from his comment. 

“Just come inside already, you look like an idiot standing there,” you try to avoid the subject turning the attention back onto him. “I come bearing gifts and this is how you treat me?” he gasps as he pretends to be offended. “Head ass, just come inside,” you roll your eyes grabbing Jungkook’s hand leading him to your bedroom.

~~~

“I don’t get it. A rat can’t actually be a chef. It’s impossible,” Jungkook says as he finishes his last bite of his burger. “This movie is fictional, of course a rat is physically incapable of cooking a meal,” you playfully slapped his arm. “Owwwww! What was that for Y/N?” Jungkook fake whines as if your slap actually hurt him.

 You knew damn well that it didn’t hurt, his biceps and workout routine say otherwise. How can he be such a cute little bunny, but a gym rat at the same time? Him showing up to your house in only a plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants that hugged his figure so tight, and managing to still look so good at the same time? It’s unfair.

“Y/N?” he asks breaking you out of your thoughts. “Y-yeah,” you stutter focusing your gaze back on his doe eyes. “Are you okay?” his eyebrows furrowed as he brought you closer to him. You two have been cuddling in your bed for the past hour indulging yourselves in the Inn-n-out he bought whilst watching Ratatouille. “Yeah I’m fine, it's just I’m tired you know. It’s almost midnight hahaha…” you awkwardly reply not knowing how to explain how you were admiring his physique moments ago.

“Why didn’t you want to go to the party earlier?” He asks all of a sudden changing the subject. You bring yourself closer to him resting your head on his chest, “I told you already, I wanted to try something different this year.” “I know you Y/N, whenever there is a party, you jump at any chance you get to go to one.” Jungkook chuckles seeing through your lie.

“You got me detective Jeon, I lied. Do you want a reward or something?” You sarcastically retort tracing over the tattoos on his hand. “I’ve already been given the reward of spending my New Years Eve with you Y/N,” he cheesily replies already knowing you would get flustered. You slap his chest as you bury your face in his arm as he giggles at your embarrassment. “Please tell me the real reason why you didn’t go,” he pleads running his fingers through your hair.

“I didn’t go to your party, because I was afraid that the same thing that happened at the last one would happen again,” You quickly confess with your sentence sounding as if it was all one word. Jungkook stops combing through your hair letting the silence linger for a moment. You lift your head up from his arm and look at him with his frozen facial expression.

“Jungkook?” you question. “You thought that I would cheat on you again?” He asks weakly with his voice barely coming out as a whisper. “Y-yes no it’s-” you start to say before he cuts you off. “After these past couple weeks that I’ve been with you, you thought that I would cheat on you?” He asks with his voice raising. “I-I don’t know Jungkook, the last time we were at a party things didn’t go so well,” you replied with a harsher tone.

“Is that what you think of me? You thought that I would drop you like that?” His voice sounding even louder than before. You could tell he was hurt and furious at the same time, but you were angry at him too. “I haven’t seen you in two months, how am I supposed to know that you’ve changed,” you spat. “I’ve been trying to prove to you that I’ve changed Y/N. Constantly texting you asking how’s your day or if you’re okay. Facetiming you when you’re sad, bringing you food cause you’re too lazy to cook, agreeing to hang out with you and Yoongi, even though he scares the shit out of me,” Jungkook starts yelling standing up off the bed.

“I don’t know what it will take to show you that I’m never going to make that mistake again,” Jungkook keeps raising his voice staring down at you. “I just need time Guk,” you shrug at him. “How much time Y/N? I’ve been bending over backwards to show how much I care about you!” he shouts back running his hands through his messy hair. “If you weren’t so impulsive maybe we would have gotten back together sooner,” you grunt as you stand up on the bed becoming eye level with him.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “If you weren’t so demanding maybe we would have.” “Demanding? You’re the one who’s demanding, bugging me when we’re getting back together,” you scoff crossing your arms over your chest. “I have never bothered you about our relationship until now Y/N. I have been patient with you these past weeks that we’ve been friends again, but I can’t take it anymore,” Jungkook lowers his voice having a shift in atmosphere. “So, what are you going to do about it?” you challenge raising an eyebrow at him.

Jungkook suddenly clashes his lips against yours as he unexpectedly catches you off guard. You close your eyes and start to kiss him back as you wrap your legs around his waist. He grabs you by your ass and pins you back onto your bed, “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do this?” “Long enough,” you breathe in between kisses. You tangle your hands through his wavy hair, which looked incredible on him by the way.

He let out a low moan as you grinded on his DICC, “I can’t believe you wore those tiny shorts of yours and only a tank top. I could barely contain myself when you opened the door. Are your trying to torture me?” He was referring to the minimal clothing you had on. You realized that your pajamas were a bit revealing with your cleavage showing and your shorts that practically had your ass hanging out. You didn’t think much of it, because it was last minute that Jungkook announced he was coming over.

“This is what I normally wear to bed,” you roll your eyes pulling away from the kiss. “Maybe I should sleep over more often then,” he cockily smirked knowing that would send you off the edge as you squeeze your thighs together. “Let’s take this off shall we?” you smile as you tug at his t-shirt. “Are you sure you want this Y/N?” Jungkook eyes soften for a moment. Your gaze lingers on his, even though he was furious only seconds ago and how turned on he was by his member pressed up against your thigh, he would only go forward with your consent. “I’ve been wanting to ever since I met you,” you smile pressing your lips against his as the clock struck midnight.

~~~

“Happy New Year Y/N! How was-” Taehyung swung  your bedroom door open before he screams at the sight of a shirtless Jungkook with you sleeping on top of him. Jungkook and you shout in unison meeting the face of a horrified Taehyung. “Y’ALL REALLY BUMPED UGLIES IN THIS HOUSEHOLD?” Taehyung screeched looking back and forth between the both of us. “Taehyung,” Jungkook and you both whine as being woken up by your best friend wasn’t the most ideal way to start the morning.

“I’ll leave you two alone...BUT WAS IT GOOD? WAS HE BIG Y/N?” Taehyung gushed jumping up and down. “I’m not going to answer that,” you say as your face turns bright red at Taehyung’s abrupt question. Of course Jungkook is, but that is none of Taehyung’s business. “I should have known those shoes at the door weren’t mine. I was wondering when did I buy these? Those chunky black combat boots? They looked really nice, but they were not my style. I knew they were Jungkook’s or maybe even Jimin’s, but then I was like why would Jimin be here?” Taehyung started to ramble as if he was having a conversation with himself

“Get out!” Jungkook scolded him as he threw a pillow at his face. “Y’ALL ARE TOO CUTE! HAVE FUN!” Taehyung giggles as he runs down the hallway into his own bedroom. You yawn as you cuddle yourself closer to Jungkook, “I’m sorry about him.” “It’s fine, I’m used to roommates barging in on me,” he says as he presses a kiss onto your head.

“Guk, what are we?” You ask all of a sudden. Where does your relationship with him stand? A couple weeks ago you hated everything about him, but now here you are in the warm embrace of his arms. You’ve been avoiding this inevitable question for a while now, and all you wanted was closure.  “Whatever you want us to be,” he lazily smiled. “I’m serious, Jungkook. Where do we go from here? What am I to you? Are we-” he cuts you off. “You’re mine.” Jungkook’s smooth morning voice rings in your ears.

“What?” you choke out trying to process what he actually told you. “You’re mine, Y/N. I want you to be mine. I’ve wanted to be yours ever since you insulted me in our Psych class. I knew that I loved you ever since we hated each other. Getting our first detention together didn’t bother me as long as I spent it with you,” Jungkook started off with his eyes locking onto yours.

“Fuck, I’m going to cry,” you say as your eyes start to water. “You drove me crazy Y/N. Do you know how jealous you made me when you went out with Jin hyung?” he said as he closed his eyes to calm himself down. “ I wanted to take you home that day and show you who you really belonged to, but I could never call you mine. Until now,” his voice deepened leaving shivers down your spine.

“I promise you that I will never make the mistake of cheating on you again. I love you Y/N L/N,” His voice started to shake as if everything he said was going to backfire on him in a second. You don’t know what took over you, but you broke free from Jungkook’s grip and turned to face him. He looked broken for a second, like a lost puppy wondering what he did wrong.

“You know I hated you when I first met you, head ass. I thought that you were some fuckboy, that could never love anyone back, but I was wrong,” you said as you got up to straddle his lap and he placed his hands on your hips. He raised an eyebrow to look up at you wondering what you were doing.

“As I got to know you after these past few months, you aren’t actually a fuckboy you know,” you giggled booping his noise. “Hey!” he pouted knowing you were insulting his manhood. “You’re actually the cutest,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Sweetest,” *kiss* “Hottest,” *kiss* “And most kindhearted person I’ve ever known,” you pressed a final kiss on his nose. “Anymore compliments?” he hummed in satisfaction with all the attention you’ve given him. “Shut up Jeon,” you laughed at his sudden cockiness.

“The point I’m trying to make is, I hate that I’m in love with you, Jeon Jungkook,” you breathed out before pressing your lips against his.

✨Tag list: @deolly @scarredbytheworld @rjsmochii  @lemonteacyst @cowward​ @birdie-aesthetic 

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS SERIES I’M SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL Y’ALL SUPPORT SORRY MY WRITING IS ASS. This is the last part, but I’ll release an epilogue like next week to check up on jk and y/n and the whole friend group ya know. I love y’all and jk and y/n they really bumped uglies  💞

[particularemu]

68 & 86 with hyunjin pls 🥺

Prompts: 68 (He’s four years old!!) and 86 (Am I scaring you?)

Word Count: 2090

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for requesting. I had fun with this one :) 

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Hyunjin was having a bad day. 

Not the kind of day that can be fixed with a cuddly movie night either. No — this was the kind of day that would probably leave him in a sour mood until he was ready to turn in for the night. 

Despite the sour mood Hyunjin was in, he couldn’t help but be excited to go home to his family. You and his son Taemin were the light of his life, and he was positive seeing you two would lift his mood. 

Hyunjin sighed when the elevator opened, leaving him in front of the door to your apartment. After entering the pin code, he stepped inside, smiling when he saw you and Taemin cooking in the kitchen. 

You were chopping onions, holding an unlit matchstick between your teeth to keep the onions fumes from making your eyes tear up. It always made him laugh to see you chop onions with a matchstick between your lips. 

Taemin was propped up on the counter, happily stirring — what he assumed to be noodles — in a large pot. Every once in a while he’d stir really fast and say, “Cook noodles cook!” 

It took a minute for Taemin to notice that Hyunjin was home, but when he did, he frantically pointed towards the door saying “Daddy’s home! Mama, daddy’s home!” 

Hearing his son be so excited to see him made Hyunjin’s heart swell. Being an idol with a family wasn’t easy, but times like these made it worth the trouble. 

Your head snapped up, a bright smile taking over your features when you saw him. You spit out the matchstick before blowing him a kiss. “Hey baby.” 

“Daddy! We’re making your favorite!” Taemin sat on the counter, stirring the noodles in the large pot with a ladle. 

“Is that right?” Hyunjin ruffled his son’s hair before giving you a peck on the lips. “How’s the little chef doing?”

“He’s been stirring those noodles like a pro.” You chuckled, leaning forward to give Hyunjin a kiss on the cheek. “How was practice?”

Hyunjin threw his head back, a deep sigh escaping his chest as his head lolled to the side, a slight pout forming at his lips. “Not so good.” 

You could see the day’s struggles in his body language. His eyes held the same sparkle they always did, but you could see a twinge of exhaustion and worry in those brown eyes. His nails were shorter, showing that he’d been chewing on them. It was a habit he picked up as a kid — something he did when he was stressed. You wanted nothing more than to take all his worries away, but sadly, there wasn’t much you could do. 

“That bad?” You stopped chopping onions, setting the knife on the table so you could wrap your arms around your husbands waist — without the danger of stabbing him in the side. 

Hyunjin leaned his head down into the crook of your neck, a soft “mmhmm” whispered into your shoulder. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ran your fingers through his hair, pausing to scratch lightly at the base of his neck. You couldn’t help but smile when you felt the shivers travel up his spine. Hyunjin always loved it when you played with his hair. 

“If you keep doing that I’ll tell you everything.” He chuckled, arms wrapping around your waist. 

“Hold on. Let me get our child away from the burning stove.” You giggled, pulling away from your husband to set Taemin on the floor. “Go play bub. Your father and I are going to talk for a little bit.” 

“Ok mommy.” He smiled and skipped off to the living room. 

You couldn’t help but smile as Taemin grabbed a rope toy and started to play tug-of-war with Kkami and your pomeranian. The boy was tugging gently on the toy, before letting go to let the dogs win. His happy giggles echoed in the room as he played with the dogs. 

“Now that our child is occupied, what’s up?” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, hoping the small act of affection could ease his worries. 

“Jisung and I got into it pretty good today.” Hyunjin sighed, eyes drifting shut as guilt filled his brain. “I thought he was messing up the choreo to our new song, but —” 

BAM!

Your eyes widened as you glanced over the marble countertop. Taemin had started a game of keep away with the dogs. He was running left and right, giggling loudly as he held the ball over his head. Taemin climbed up the couch, hoping the height would give him an advantage, but the dogs hopped up onto the furniture. He let out a loud giggle and hopped off the couch, landing on his heels with a loud THUD!

This wouldn’t be a problem if you lived in a small house in the countryside. But no — you lived on the 5th floor of an apartment complex. Your apartment happened to be above a grumpy elderly couple who didn’t like kids. Hyunjin was particularly sensitive when Taemin was too loud because he hoped one day, you guys would get along. 

You could see Hyunjin cringe when Taemin jumped once more. “Taemin. Be quiet baby. We have people living downstairs.” You called to him, hoping he’d listen as usual, but you knew he was just trying to get his father’s attention. 

“Yes mommy.” Taemin replied, dropping the ball and opting for a game of tug-of-war with Kkami instead. 

You rubbed Hyunjin’s arm, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you urged him to continue. “Sorry. Go ahead.” 

“I didn’t sleep well last night. I guess I was a little bit irritable.” Hyunjin sighed once more. “I told him he was doing it wrong and he immediately got pissed off.” 

BAM!

Hyunjin closed his eyes, head leaning back as he tried to control his frustration. Your heart panged in your chest as you called out to your son once more. “Taemin. What did I say?”

Taemin was normally so well behaved, but he’s been acting out lately. At first you couldn’t place the reason why he’s been such a pill, but you started noticing it happened a lot more when Hyunjin was home. 

Hyunjin being an idol means he’s constantly away, and you knew that. Hyunjin leaves for tours, he’s gone from 5 AM to 8 PM nearly every day, and he only has one day off to spend with his family each week. Over the years you dated, you got used to this lifestyle. Unfortunately you didn’t realize the impact this had on your son, until recently. 

“I just tripped.” Taemin’s little voice shook you out of your thoughts. Guilt replacing your frustration immediately. 

“Ok, just be more careful.” You called out. 

“Ok mommy!”  

You took Hyunjin’s hand in yours, rubbing your thumb along his knuckles. “Sorry. Go on.” 

“Where was I?” Hyunjin’s brow creased as he attempted to remember where he was in his rant. 

You chuckled a bit. “Jisung got pissed.” 

“Oh yeah.” Hyunjin’s facial expression softened as he played with your hand while talking. “We got into a big argument. Chan had to break it up. Minho ended up telling me that I’ve been doing the choreo wrong the whole time.” 

“Oh no.” You couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy. Hyunjin doesn’t like to fight with anyone, let alone his group members. He must feel so guilty. 

“I was in my head the rest of practice. I couldn’t seem to get the choreo right.” Hyunjin let go of your hand to run his hand through his hair. “On top of that, I forgot the lyrics for a couple of our songs while we were recording.” 

BAM!

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Hyunjin mumbled before snapping, “Taemin, knock it off.”  

Taemin immediately stopped what he was doing, tears gathering in his eyes as Hyunjins “scary voice” echoed in the room. That tone of voice almost never came out, but when it did Taemin was quick to listen to his father. The only times you’ve ever heard Hyunjin yell at your son was when his life was in danger. 

“Hey, that’s not necessary.” Your mama bear side came out as you placed yourself between Hyunjin and Taemin. Not that you thought Hyunjin would ever hurt your son — no far from it — you just didn’t want Taemin to see his father in such a mood. 

You could see pure rage in Hyunjin’s eyes as he turned to you. “You’ve told him 3 times to quit jumping. We have neighbors downstairs. He can’t be doing this.” 

You couldn’t help but scoff, “Are you kidding me? Hyunjin he’s four years old!!” You crossed your arms over your chest. “He’s just playing with the dogs.” 

“Our neighbors must love us.” 

Hyunjin’s sarcastic tone made your blood boil. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Your brow creased. “I don’t let him make a ton of noise all day. If you were ever here, you’d know that.” 

Ooooh that stung. 

Hyunjin knew that being away was taking its toll on his family, but he didn’t realize you were so upset about it. 

“You think I want to be gone all the time?” Hyunjin was beyond pissed. “I’m doing my JOB.” 

“Daddy, please don’t hurt mommy.” 

What?

Hyunjin paused, all previous anger melted away at the sound of his son’s voice. Pure guilt panged through his chest as he looked over to Taemin, who was huddled on the couch hugging Kkami as tight as he could without hurting the pup. 

“Am I scaring you?” Hyunjin’s heart nearly shattered as Taemin buried his face in Kkami’s fur. Hyunjin slowly walked over to the couch and kneeled down to his son’s level to ruffle his hair, coaxing a small smile from the boy. “I would never hurt you or mommy.” 

“Okay good. I know she can be… you know… but we should love her anyway.” Taemin threw his arms around Hyunjin, smiling when Hyunjin hugged him. 

“What?” Your eyes widened. That was probably the cutest and most insulting thing you could ever hear from your boy. Well, at least you know your boy loves you. 

Hyunjin couldn’t help but laugh at your reaction — even more so when his son simply said, “You always say to be honest mommy.” 

Hyunjin smiled as you wrapped your arms around both of them. “Sorry. I was just in a mood today.” 

“Like when mommy doesn’t get her chocolate?” Taemin giggled.

“Ok!” You stood up. “Roasting mommy time is over! I’m going to keep cooking dinner.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. Normally Taemin was sweet and innocent and full of compliments. When did that little shit become such a jokester? He must have gotten that from you.

You shuffled off to the kitchen, hoping the little argument didn’t ruin dinner. Fortunately, the noodles were cooked perfectly. All you needed to do was add some more onions. You dumped the chopped onions into the pot and stirred, hoping they would cook through in record time. 

Hyunjin’s arms snaking around your waist practically gave you a heart attack. “Oh my god Hyunjin I didn’t hear you come in.” You giggled. 

“I’m sorry.” Hyunjin whispered into your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I know you’re raising him well.” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re the best mother anyone could ask for.” 

The loving words nearly brought tears to your eyes. There have been several occasions where you’ve wondered if you’ve been a good enough mom to Taemin. After all, you don’t really know how you did until they’ve either become a serial killer or a doctor. You turned around in Hyunjin’s arms, resting your head against his. “Thanks.” You wrapped your arms around his torso. “I needed to hear that.” 

Hyunjin hummed quietly as he pulled you closer. “I need to say it more.” He kissed your lips softly, “I love you. Thank you for sticking with me through this.” 

“Ewww.” Taemin’s giggles brought the two of you back to reality. 

You looked at Hyunjin and smiled. “What do you think?” 

Hyunjin grinned and looked over at Taemin. “I say we get him.” 

Taemin screamed as the two of you chased him, allowing him to dodge you a few times. Hyunjin lifted him up before plopping him on the couch, attacking his sides with tickles. 

Earlier, you might have told Taemin to quiet down. But now?

Fuck the neighbors. They’re assholes anyway. 

[aylinaliens]

My Engineer Episode 13: Tent Scene Analysis (and why this conflict is probably for the best)

Okay. So let me start out by saying I loved Ram/King in episode 13. I loved that we FINALLY got to see some conflict and I was glad it had nothing to do with petty drama or jealously: instead the conflict stemmed from King. More specifically his feelings/lack of ability to express them. I think it’s safe to say that King has no problem taking care of Ram. He doesn’t even second guess bringing him home and giving him a place to stay. He pushes away his fear of dogs just because he knew how much they meant to Ram.

No, the conflict that King is struggling with is not related to HIS feelings. It’s related to Ram’s. Throughout episode 13 we saw how Ram seemed to always stick around King. Not only did he stick around but he kept a close eye on him. Every time King nearly tripped or actually did Ram was right there taking care of him. Each time King truly looked guilty and even a bit confused over it. However, it was the scene in the tent that really made whatever annoyance I had for this episode float away (I had some thoughts about Bohn/Duen but that’s for another time) because...damn. They really are subtly trying to show his insecurities. It’s starting to make sense why he never acted on his feelings either and why he honestly...probably won’t? Not in this season at least. It makes sense why he’s pretending to be in denial—I don’t think it’s related to the fact that Ram is a guy but more so because it IS Ram if that makes sense? What started off as a fascination quickly turned into something so much more. Like I said before I think eventually King would let Ram see his vulnerable side but the head injury quickened the pace significantly.

We also have to remember that Ram is not in the best place emotionally right now. This was evident in the few scenes where King accidentally upsets Ram by bringing his father up. Obviously he didn’t mean to do it on purpose but I kind of feel like it was King’s way of unconsciously pushing Ram away. Trying to remind his current state and that HE needs. That while they do have something going on it might not be the best time for either of them.

I ended up rewatching the tent scene multiple times and I noticed a few things.

1) King is always quick to apologize for these little things (like Ram handing him his medicine) because he probably believes that he’s a burden. Actually he states that when Ram asks why he didn’t tell him that the wound got infected. “I don’t want to be a burden to you.” The tone of voice Ram used during this scene was less demanding than the one he used in the waterfall scene. In that scene he was absolutely not taking no for an answer (not when there was a risk King would get hurt again) yet he also sound kind of exhausted. He’s noticing that King is starting to push him away but regardless of that fact he doesn’t understand why he tried to hide this. Still without being prompted he automatically helps King up to take medicine no questions asked. That is something I really liked about this pairing is because they seem to understand each other without words but...

2) It’s clear that King and Ram were not on the same page. Usually they excel at reading each other but King is especially good at it. Right from the start he was able to identify what all these little facial expressions meant. Yet the whole scene where Ram slowly starts to scoot over (very hesitantly and cautiously might I add) really hurts to watch.

What gets me even more is when Ram asks if he was cold and obviously he was yet he still lies. It’s clear as day that he’s in pain in this scene. He actually makes this same exact expression after he pushes Ram away which again, there they go breaking my heart. I don’t even want to talk about the tender way Ram touched his forehead. It reminded me of the bus scene where King kind of moved away in panic except this time he didn’t. That’s most likely why Ram misread the signals imo. He assumed that if King was allowing him to do that than he would be fine with laying next to each other too. They must of slept in the bed (pretty close from the last episode) a few times and even took a shower together so that intimacy was not unusual between them (at least that’s what I assume because it’s kind of implied off screen).

When he opened his eyes he looked so confused and kind of hurt over it. Especially when they stared at each other for a few moments before speaking. He was staring at Ram’s arms for awhile trying to process what was happening. I know the look on his face could be interpreted in many different ways but despite the confusion all I saw was just regret. Regret for this whole entire situation. That’s most likely why he ended up pushing away. He was starting to understand that he was giving Ram this false hope of them being together.

He pushes him away only for Ram to grab his wrist. Everything we saw this season proved that Ram is kind of stubborn (the whole not backing down from a boxing match with Bohn because of Duen) so the only way to get him to listen is to once again remind him of his current state and well to pretend like he was fine.

3) King is way too selfless. He is always putting others in front of him. Ram is no exception. More specifically he realizes that the only way to maintain distance is to bring up their friends. Once again we know how protective he is of his friends and I personally think he’s trying to get Ram to let them in to his personal troubles. Again I don’t think this has to do with the fact that King doesn’t want Ram to lean on him...he’s unsure if he can lean on Ram. So it’s better for both to create some distance with each other and hang out with their respective friends even if (the very next day) we can see just how much they both are watching each other.

4) Micro!! Expressions! Baby!! Micro expressions is a term in psychology that are basically involuntary and voluntary emotional responses that are happening at the same time yet conflict with another. Basically: you are not showing your genuine emotion but sometimes it slips through creating conflict. It usually happens for a split second and while this isn’t the perfect way to describe King during this scene it comes close. For example, the look in his eyes before he closes them is not the face of someone who doesn’t care or who even wants distance. No, he looks sad and before saying they should hang out separately he visibly gulps almost as if it was hard to get out (or that he was nervous). The scene was way too dark so it’s hard to tell if his eyes are glassy but they definitely hold emotion that even I can’t understand. Honestly he just looks sad. Throughout this episode he says one thing but his face tells a completely different story.

Another thing he does that if you don’t look close you’ll miss it: his eyes dart to the other side of the tent. He doesn’t roll over or completely face him but when he’s preparing himself to say that they discreet flicker to Ram to see if he was paying attention (except King never really gets a full look at him which leads me to believe it was more of a unconscious movement). I think it’s also important to mention the fact that he said those things with his eyes closed. Look at the look of pain on his face in that pictures too. It’s not quite as intense as it was earlier but we can see his discomfort. Yeah that could be because he was in legit pain from the head wound but it’s obvious that he doesn’t...want to say this? Or push him away? But he’s unsure how to process or communicate these feelings in a healthy way so he pushes him away.

But what’s even more heartbreaking is that AFTER he did that he opened his eyes. Just look at that face real quick. Does that look like someone who doesn’t care? Ram is not the only one suffering from this temporary break between them. He looks like he regrets what he did but again: the boy does not have the proper emotional intelligence to vocalize this so he tries to let Ram down easy.

4) I didn’t talk that much about Ram but I could honestly do another post just dedicated to him. He isn’t at fault for this situation but King isn’t either. I think if the audience compares them to MekBoss and BohnDuen you will see that while King SHOULD communicate what he did was less harmful in a way? Because it was based somewhat on honesty (both should hang out with their friends because that’s what they came on the trip to do) but that’s not to say he was better than the other characters or that it’s okay to lie. It’s just fascinating to examine all of these pairings because each are at a different level emotionally/physically. The dynamics are way different too. Still this whole episode was structured on lying or withholding the truth and King was definitely pushing Ram away because it’s easier than sitting down and talking it out. I do have to say I’m so happy that while Ram obviously didn’t understand this sudden shift he respected King’s decision. He might of looked at him most of the day but he didn’t approach. Ram might be stubborn and protective but he knows when to step back.

5) We as an audience ended up kind of holding RamKing to this higher standard than the others. For the whole season they were the couple that was off to the side never having drama with each other. We got to see them slowly get to know each other and develop feelings. I know people were upset about this conflict because random drama in the last 2 episodes of shows always equal no good. Especially because there’s a chance Ram and King will not end on a good note in the finale. I hope this isn’t the case though because it would just feel very cheap. That’s to say I’m opposed to them ending up as just friends because honestly? I don’t want them to get together now if we get a s2 because I like that they are slowburn. I just have a problem with them throwing in stuff that was never talked about until episode 14. Having the conflict surrounding King’s insecurities was just *chefs kiss* because it adds to the depth of his character. RamKing has always been the realistic pairing on the show (even if one never speaks and the other has an obsession with plants) so it makes sense for their “drama” to be about that rather than jealously. Miscommunication is no doubt happening here but I hope they address this in the finale. That’s all I’m asking for. Not for Ram and King to make declarations of love but to sit down and be like “hey, here’s how I’m feeling. let’s just stay friends for the time being okay?”

Anyways, I love this show but I’m already preparing myself for the inevitable fact that there is chance the writers might just add in random drama and have yet another pairing NOT COMMUNICATE

[minichedders]

princess

bodyguard!tom holland x reader

Tom followed you everywhere, it was his job too, and he was good at it. Not once in the day did he ever let his eyes slip from you, watching you carefully, analysing every move, every step and every expression with keen eyes. He felt a rush whenever your eyes would meet, which was a rare occasion considering the circumstances.

Tom was way over his head. He was foolish. You where the princess, you would never settle for anything less than a prince, and even if you wanted Tom, you were betrothed to marry another Prince to strengthen the nationalities relationships.

Prince James of Papua New Guinea. Tom scoffed, what a piss poor excuse for a man; he was selfish, lazy and didnt even care about the moral respect of women. He had visited you twice since the engagement, and Tom watched with his insides twisting at the sight of James' clammy, fat fingers touching your precious skin; and every time James got too close, your eyes searched for his, crying out for help; which was Tom only favourite part of his visit he enjoyed, the sheer need you begged from him.

He found you insatiable, beautiful beyond words, and you fit in with the luxury of the royal life, but still remained as kind as humble as ever. Every day you went around the palace, greeting everyone who walked past and made your way tot he kitchens to help the chefs cook, to which they openly obliged, against the Queens wishes. The queen was tight-lipped, old fashioned and downright rude, especially to you; she hated and disciplined ou whenever you would openly converse with anyone lower than you, or involved yourself with common charity events or fairs; she had her head too far up her ass to see that every harsh word she spoke brought tears prickling to your eyes, which maddened Tom.

Which was happening right in front of him? Himself and the Queen's guard both stood in the corners of the Queens living area, watching the conversation, more like an argument, roll out in front of them, the uncomfortable atmosphere scratching at Toms' neck.

"You can't get out of this marriage Y/N, I've told you millions of times," The Queen sneered, rolling her eyes at her daughter. Every day you went to your mother, begging relentlessly not to marry you off to an old hag, but she never prevailed.

"Please mother, do you not care about love? about my happiness? I don't want to marry someone i don't love," You cried, your hands flying in crazy gestures, your checks heating, trying to control your tears as they threatened to cross your eye line.

"You will grow to love him Y/N," The Queen sighed, pulling the blue and white fine china cup to her lips, slurping at the fresh tea she had her maid pour, which you had poured your own. The wedding was in 3 months, but the buzz of both nations had been roaring on for the last 5. Your mother had put you through multiple wedding events to try and sway your mind, creating your perfect, grande white wedding that you had always dreamed off, but you didnt want this. You had to marry to keep the power, not just of the other nations, but you couldn't inherit the throne without a King by your side.

"I highly doubt it mother," You sneered, landing the china teacup rather harshly on the matching plate.

"You're merely a young girl, what do you know about love, about ruling a country, at least tell me one of the loyal decrees for goodness sake, you are not fit to rule by your self," 

"I'll study!" You cried, "I can learn, you can be my teacher, and i can marry who i want, for love. Give me three months to learn everything you know," 

"You can't learn it all within three months child," The Queen's voice was quiet, her tone changing from unforgiving to sad.

"Tell you what Y/N, if you can find someone else you love within three months, someone suitable and worthy, I will cancel the wedding," The queen said, your eyes immediately turned to capture Toms, a slight blush creeping to your face, "But, you had to attend classes every Wednesday and Saturday to learn how to be a proper princess, which means no cooking, and you make time for Prince James," 

"Deal"

-

Tom had watched you wander around aimlessly for a whole month, you head dizzy and unfocused ever since you made the deal with your mother. Every man you had met with, Tom hated. He couldn't help it, but he just wanted to scream at you and take you in his arms. He was right in front of you and you were being blinded by the sun.

Your body fell onto your bed, a deep sigh leaving your stained red lips. Your body was sore from your date, where Knight Ben had decided that ice skating would be romantic, but you feel at least 7 times, and Tom was there to pick you up more than Ben was. Toms kind eyes floated in your mind more than you would admit to yourself, every time you caught his eye your hands grew sweaty and they began to shake, he was the most gentle, kind and handsome man you had met, and you thought every night if your mother would think he was suitable enough to marry, because he was the only one you wanted.

"Tom," You spoke, your voice unsure of its self as you stared at the intricate designs of your bedroom ceiling. Toms footsteps echoed in your ear, getting closer to your laying body. Both of you felt dizzy.

"Yes, your highness?" Tom asked. Every time someone had addressed you by your royal title, you cringed, your stomach flipping in the most uncomfortable way, but when it fell from Toms' lips you couldn't suppress the whimper that fell from your unwilling lips.

"Do you think I'm crazy? Thinking I can't find love in three months?" You asked, your head turning and eyes meeting his. Tom could notice the way your breath was shaky, as your eyes watered slightly, and the sight made him want to wrap you in his arms and cradle until he died.

"If i may be so bold to say, your highness, I think you know you are," tom laughed, trying to lighten your mood and make you smile, and when he saw your lips curve upwards for the first time in months his heart skipped a beat.

"True," You replied, staring back at the ceiling. You sat in silence for a moment, before you stood, grabbing Toms' hands and interlocking your fingers together, dragging him outside to the garden. Tom was about to protest, but the feeling of your warm skin so close to his made him speechless, he felt like a nursery boy, madly in love with the most popular girl in school. 

Toms' mouth opened, before you shut him off, "Don't talk, please Tom, i just want to enjoy this quietly," Your voice was soft and quiet, and Tom obliged with no questions asked.

Both of you walked slowly around the garden, the sunlight setting, a dark orange hue painted across the sky, shining through the spring branches of the tall trees, and letting the colourfull garden flowers glow. You sat on the edge of the fountain piece, closing your eyes as you listened to the gentle trickle f the smooth water flow, mixed with the chirping birds and the gentle hum of the wind. Toms body sat next to you, hands still interlocking in your lap; he wanted nothing more but to just confess his undying feelings for you right there, but the pain in your face made him ache to comply to your no talking rule.

"Tommy," You whispered, quiet enough that Tom would've missed it if he wasn't so fixed intently on your lips. He hummed in response, looking back to your know open eyes, deep swirling pools of brown searching into your soul.

"Tell me what you're thinking about," Your eyes cast downwards, taking a deep breath in.

"Uh, I was thinking about how beautiful you are, how every man you have met is a fool not to be head over heels for you, and how much i want to kiss you right now," Tom spoke, his thumb now rubbing against your skin, causing goosebumps in their wake. You felt as if you were dreaming, hearing all the words you had wanted ever since you and Tom met, your breath twitched inside your throat.

"Why won't you?" You asked, still refusing to bring your eyes up to meet his. Your hands were shaking, which Tom noticed from the tight grip he had on you, he watched as you brought your other hand up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. Tom brought his hands u to your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes, you had never felt so adored by a man before, and the way that Tom looked at you made your heart leap; but you where still so nervous about how powerful your feelings where about Tom, and how you just knew your mother would disapprove.

Time seemed to be distant, non-existent as you watched Tom lean forward, his breath against your lips, your heart now thumping widely in your chest. You looked deep into his eyes and down to his pink lips, as you followed his actions and eaned in as well, capturing his lips in for a sweet, meaningful kiss.

The two of you stayed locked together, Toms hands around your waist and you're wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you continued making out. Tiny moans and whimper came from your lips as grunts fell from his, both of you wanting and needing as much a the other could give, you felt as if Toms' lips brought you to cloud nine, as if you had fallen into heaven, soaring through pink fluffy clouds as your body experienced the tingles he sent through. 

"I love you Y/N," Tom whispered, breaking his lips away from yours. You couldn't help but smile uncontrollably, laughing and blushing as he watched you deeply.

"I love you too, Tommy," You replied, pulling him back in for a short and sweet kiss.

"Now, whos going to tell my mother?" You said, laughing at Toms horrific facial expression, shrugging his shoulders and pulling you on his lap, eager to remain locked together for the rest of eternity.

[mytcisanartteacher]

So. It’s 4 am. It’s also my 18th birthday. Maybe tomorrow I might expose the journal entries that I wrote about my TC. Not all, just the appropriate ones.

It’s crazy to say that I’ve actually made it to this day, along for other birthdays to come. I’ll be fishing today, playing Minecraft with friends and be kinda drunk 😵 🤭, and just have fun today. I’ll be missing my friends who are moving somewhere else for college. Kudos to them for doing that, I know I’d never.

There’s this one friend I wish to hang out with. But apparently he says he’ll be in another town for a few days and won’t be able to make it. He and I had a past, we’re trying to be friends... I guess he just doesn’t want to hang out. I could tell he’s lying. I told one of his friends if he said to them if he’ll be in another town. He said he never heard from him in a while or know any of that sort. So...

I can never stop listening to Hamilton or watching it. I can see why my TC loves it so much. During wrestling trips he sometimes played the playlist. I got an interest because I like musicals a little bit. Then got Disney+ for Marvel movies and Hamilton. I loved it so much! When I listened to it I got chills, but watching it? Oh my goodness it gave me the best chills and got a few tears out of me. My favorite songs are You’ll Be Back, mostly because it just sounds... possessive? I know the people on tiktok use it in that way. My most favorite scenes are Helpless, Satisfied, Guns and Ships along with History Has It’s Eyes on You because the chorus, CHRISTOPHER JACKSON! But Helpless and Satisfied is first favorite because I just felt everything. The way Angelica (Renèe Elise Goldsberry) was singing, tone, emotions, pitch.... gave me mega chills. Even when She was walking with Hamilton with the whole “Where are you taking me?” Oh when I listened to it first that gave me chills. With Satisfied... I can relate. I’ve liked many guys and they went in relationships or told me they don’t like me back... I went on. But I felt the way she was singing.

Usually when I watch it I like get some deep sense of the play. When watching it, when they smiled out of control because they’re realizing it’s a successful show and people love it so much. The overwhelming feeling just hits me when I see their expressions. Like the whole production is amazing! For the stage crew, the lights, music, beats, lyrics... EVERYTHING! I loved the light production when they did the scene Right Hand Man.

Adding on, the whole Satisfied scene gives me mega body chills. For a split second I can just sense that I’m there experiencing that. I felt that when Angelica would rather see others she love happy and sacrifice and bury her desires and wants sometimes. Even the part of keeping and remembering the most special thing when meeting someone they deeply love. For me... it’s his words. They’re so kind. Sure he said some things that offended me a little bit, even the one time he said something that made me feel like I was slapped for some unknown reason. But... that letter of recommendation. It’s the thing I’ll always remember from him. Even the words he wrote in my yearbooks.

My other favorite thing about Hamilton is keeping the characters main words being said along the production. Like Hamilton and his shot. Eliza is helpless. It’s the little things that make the whole show amazing.

The only scene and song that I can feel like I am in that time is Satisfied. I can never stop talking about it, listening to it, and watching it. It’s like I’m looking through it in Angelica’a eyes. I know it sounds crazy. I just feel a lot of things that I can’t explain. It’s kind of a special thing for me. If I deeply love a song/musical/movie scene then I can just feel what is going on and being there experiencing it. It’s an amazing feeling.

When I first listened to it 2 years ago. I wasn’t as deeply in love with it. I loved the music, but as I got excited to see it last month, the whole wait was worth while. The built up impatience to see this amazing production, very much satisfied me. Then seeing the whole crew making hilarious and wholesome videos before the show, after the show... or just hanging out or doing interviews. It’s a new thing I’m obsessed with.

I’ll definitely have to tell my TC about my whole thoughts on Hamilton. I bet he’ll love it.

EDIT

Ok so I’m rewatching it again even though I should be sleeping but I’m just so EXCITED AND my brain is not tired. Writing about Hamilton definitely gave me brain energy. So another scene that I love is Schyler Sisters because of their (is it harmony? Their tones together?) I know nothing about music words. But that’s my guess. My other favorite thing I forgot to mention is when Lafayette and Hamilton said “Immigrants, we get the job done” and when the crowd cheered and you see Lin just smiling at it.... YES SERETONIN. Not to forget when Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down) scene around the end when you see Lin just smiling very big... it may be just Hamilton smiling cuz the war is won but if I did something Lin did and scripted a whole musical and get the crowd clapping... I’D BE OVERWHELMED. Just being on the stage, having a successful night, the crowd is there... mega chills and immediate overwhelming feeling. It’s just chefs kiss.

I think that pretty much covered what I wanted to add on to this post.

OH and the funny thing I found is that Anthony Ramos who played as John Lauren and Philip Hamilton... the first song when he sang “I died for him” 💀💀💀 he pretty much died for him twice. Ok Ik I’m late to this fandom (by 6 years) BUT ITS FUNNY.

Edit

I just can’t stop watching that scene... when I saw Renèe on the screen, I recognized her from Altered Carbon (my favorite show) and when she sang...

I was all over it. Her voice is so strong, beautiful, so POWERFUL! The Satisfied scene.... I just can’t stop rewatching it. I just can’t. I love every bit of that scene. Everything. The parts where the lights are on her, Hamilton, Eliza. The blue lights. The whole choreography. The chorus. The background singing. The EMOTIONS! If I saw this show live, I better carry some tissues because there’s just a lot of strong emotion. It’s not in their acting/facial expressions. It’s the way they sing, the emotions, the overwhelming feeling! It’s official. My bucket list is to watch Hamilton live. But how tf can I when people can’t follow CDC guidelines! I just have to impatiently wait and save up money for travel expenses and tickets. I very much loved the part where she was clutching her stomach. Like that heart shattering feeling that you realized it was too late. When she acted in pain just seeing Eliza falling in love with Alexander more, when they talked and at the wedding. Not to mention the last look at him at the end of the song. It’s so strong.

Along with the Satisfied scene... the rewind, the background chorus (idk what they were saying but it sounded like Hey? Face? That sounded so nice with the beginning.) not to mention the way they moved in slow motion. Oooo that made it better. I can never stop talking about that scene.

[kpop-sprite]

Your Voice Resonates, Too

Part 1

The music echoed through the building; the sounds from the microphones bouncing off the concrete walls resonating all throughout the stadium. I was used to this sound; the sounds of rumbling echoes and screaming fans. These were the typical things to be heard during every concert performed by the most popular boy band in the world.

I moved the aluminum lids from atop their corresponding metal dishes filled with different foods and placed them to the side. There was a lot of food to choose from on this buffet style table, including many hand-crafted dishes that I made just hours prior before traveling them from the large kitchen at my home to the North-West Stadium where the mid-tour concert was being held. It was then I heard what sounded like a crowd of people shuffling through the small hallway corridor outside the cafeteria door.

They must be done rehearsing.

I bent down to organize the extra utensils, plates, and boxes of trays that rested on the shelves below the buffet tables. I could hear the crowd moving into my area now. Styrofoam trays being lifted and metal spoons scooping up food from the table as well as different voices speaking all at once. “You guys really don’t know how to come into a room quietly, huh?” I stood up from my crouched position startling Hoseok, a spoon of kimchi fried rice falling like confetti onto the floor.

“Ah, we were wondering where our favorite chef was,” Namjoon stated while coming up behind Hoseok, planting his hands on his shoulders.

“I could’ve found out without being frightened, though,” Hoseok retorted.

“Ah,” I smiled brightly at my friend, while grabbing a napkin, “I’m sorry, Hobi, I didn’t intend to startle you.” I moved to the front of the table to scoop up the fallen rice while the boys went to a table to sit and eat.

I stirred some of the items on the buffet and placed more drinks into the ice bucket that sat beside the table before glancing back over to the table where the boys sat enjoying their lunch.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, -- Someone was missing…

“Hey guys, where’s Jungkook?”

Taehyung answered swiftly, “He wanted to finish his set for Euphoria again. He said something didn’t feel right.”

I nodded my head in response to this, not really knowing what to say. Jungkook always pushed himself to be the best he could, incredibly worried about disappointing anyone.

“Why don’t you come sit with us for a bit? You’ve been working hard, too,” Jimin says while dragging out a chair from beneath another table and pushing it towards the one they sat.

I stayed with the boys for a while, enjoying quiet banter as they finished their meals, staying long after they had finished to prepare to clean the area.

 He came into the room and plopped into the crooked chair beside me. His hair disheveled and his frame curving into a shape that was relating to that of a weeping willow, Jungkook hung his head back against the chair. His eyes were shut, sweat glistening from his protruding Adam’s apple, and his mouth slightly opened as he breathed heavily. This is what exhaustion looked like.

“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” I spoke out quietly, my hand reaching over to brush his hair, that begun to stick to his forehead from the sweat, back to its place. He smiled that cheeky smile of his as I stroked his hair, my fingers feeling the waves of his dark locks entangling between the spaces of my fingers and separating them slowly.

I scooted my chair closer to him, allowing myself to have easier access to his skin, running my fingers along his jawline gently rubbing his skin, feeling the rough patches of hair just starting to poke the surface to create a five o’clock shadow. “I know, I need to shave again, right?” He spoke in a burly tone, his lungs still trying to gain back their energy.

“I don’t think so,” I continued to run circles across his skin, feeling every curve of his face beneath my fingertips as if to remember his every feature; “then again I like facial hair.” I rested my chin on his shoulder to gain a better look at him.

I could see his brain ticking, his eyes opening to look into mine. “I think you just like me,” he spoke in a cocky tone now, he is so full of it.

“Oh, yes. I just got to have all of Jungkook, all of the time!” I exclaimed pressing a teasing kiss against his cheek.

His smirk burned into me as he turned slightly to look into my eyes, his hair fluffed up from my fingers teasing the roots. He perks his lips out towards me, a genuine duck face for the naked eye. I lean forward and press a kiss against his lips, the warmth something I was familiar with as it wasn’t our first lip-lock.

The skin on his hand was a bit rough as it found its way to my face, his hand taking in the entire side of my face. I placed my hand over his and kissed him once more. He dragged my hand down and pulled my body over, me barely being able to stay in my own seat. “Come here.”

“Jungkook I don’t think this is the best place for –“

“No one is even here,” He tugged at me once more.

I got up and sat on his lap as he requested, playing with his right hand, spinning his rings along his pinky and middle fingers. I could feel his eyes on me as I did so, his other hand beginning to explore, fingertips rubbing and tugging on my waistband.

“Jungkook—“

His smile never fades from his face as he cocks his head to the side and looks up at me, those doe eyes burrowing deep into me telling me everything he wants.

“I swear to God if we get caught –“

His hand slid in between my waistband and my skin sliding the fabric down a bit, “we won’t, I promise.”

I stood up enough to slide my pants and panties down to expose myself, Jungkook adjusting his work-out pants to release his throbbing cock. He guides the head of his cock to the entrance to my dripping core with one hand while holding my hip with his other to guide me down. I take a slow deep breath before gently sliding my frame onto his engorged cock, its thickness stretching my walls ungratefully causing a gasp to release from my lips.

“Just go slow,” he was quick to reassure me, guiding my body down until it covered his cock, a wincing whine showing on his face, “how do you keep getting tighter?” He groaned.

“F-fucking kegel exercises,” I panted, just his dick filling my pussy was enough to leave me breathless.

Jungkook begins to rub my hips, his fingers curling and grasping hold of me, “what the fuck is a kegel?”

“It’s –“

His hips thrust up into me, his hands shifting my own hips to move with his causing me to gasp and moan loudly into the empty room.  

Shit.

“Huh, is that a kegel?” He smirked once more before driving his cock into me repeatedly, his rhythm being found quickly with each thrust.

He thrusted his cock into my pussy as if to give it a new name. The tinging sharpness that filled every inch of my body recoiled back into the fire that grew quickly in my gut. I mewled out his name as I panted loudly into the still air, his fingers digging into my skin as he pounded ruthlessly into me, the head of his cock rubbing against my most tender of places, my walls tightening with each thrust.

Jungkook’s fingers loosened on one of my hips, his hand sliding into the front where my pants wear buttoned, before they started sliding to my knees. I draw my head back as his fingers find my clit; he pinches it tightly between two fingers and rolls the nub vigorously causing inhumanly sounds to resonate from my throat.

“I thought you didn’t want to get caught,” his smug remark blurred itself between pants and moans of pleasure he forced from my being, his thrusting never letting up.

I released whimpered whines against his chest, my body slowly turning into jelly as it was reaching its inevitable high. It was then Jungkook wraps his arms around my torso being sure to hold me against his chest in place and stood up, allowing my body to be placed on the table, left over food being smooshed into my shirt and exposed stomach.

“The hell, Jungkook, a warning would be n-ICE,” I wailed as Jungkook grabs hold of my shoulder and pounds into my pussy even harder, stroking against my g-spot releasing a scream of pleasure as I reached my high.

I breathed heavily as my bosom rubbed back and forth across a place of left over kimbap. Jungkook rolled his hips into me, the squelching sounds of my wet, fucked out pussy mixed with the sounds of the food being squished left a distasteful echo in the room.

Jungkook slides out of me, removes my pants and panties the rest of the way and pats my thigh. “Roll to your side.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, I’m so close,” he pouts until I undoubtfully give in and roll to my side, Jungkook grabbing onto my leg and pulling me to the edge of the table, he teases my dripping core with his fingertips before sliding his cock back in, one of my legs being held up by his bicep.

I groan and bit down on my lip as Jungkook thrusts deeply into me. The feeling of his cock rubbing the sensitive tissue raising a new fire, one that was burning quickly. His hips clash into mine, the slapping sounds becoming the only sound now. “You take me so well, baby girl.”

Baby Girl.

I close my eyes and wince out tears as his thrusting becomes rapid and slowly erratic. He was reaching his high now, his pre-orgasm causing him to pause and grunt in a husky tone between thrusts until he finally pulled out and expelled his semen across the table and floor.

I sat up from the food/sexed table and bent down to pull my pants back on. My brain trailing into thoughts until I finally decided to ask him, his pants being adjusted and his hands playing with his hair.

“Hey, Kook,” I almost whispered.

“Hm?” He responded, beginning to brush off the food from my tainted shirt.

“Why’d you call me baby girl?”

Jungkook’s hand brushed off a bit a food before dropping it to his side, his hair hanging over his face to hide his expression until he finally cocked his chin up with that smirk on his face.

[nozoroomie]

BQ or B Chapter 3: Ramen

A little late uploading this one due to a busy weekend, but it’s finally here!

This chapter is more NicoEli focused than Ot3 focused, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

[A03]

“Congrats on landing the job, Eli.” Nico greets her from outside the auditorium. Eli adjusts her cardigan and gives her a grin.

“Thanks Nico.” She beams at her, a happy skip in her step. “I’m glad I got the part! It’ll be nice to have a bit more money for ourselves and not just our expenses.”

Earlier in the week, there were advertisements posted around campus looking for girls around their age to audition for a commercial. It caught both Nico and Eli’s interest and the two of them decided to head out to audition after class. Nico’s audition was incredible- but not what the agents were looking for. Nico was bitter for only a moment before she remembered her true talents lie within the idol industry, and so she brushed off the audition. Unlike her, the agents were very impressed with Eli and gave her a call back, asking her to come back to the auditorium the following day. Nozomi’s classes weren’t until later in the day so she stayed home while Nico walked with Eli to the theatre, meeting her outside of it after handing in some homework to her professors.

“Hey, are you feeling hungry at all?” Eli asks a little suddenly, putting a hand on her stomach, “I left my lunch back at the apartment and I’m famished. Maybe we can stop somewhere first before going home?”

Her eyes have widened ever so slightly and Nico hates it. She almost says no until her stomach lets out an audible noise and she sighs. Eli’s puppy eyes and her own hunger win this time.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Wanna go to the cafeteria?”

“Nah, the food there tastes exactly as it’s priced- too cheap to be good.”

Nico laughs from the witty comment and begins to think of other options.

“There’s that ramen place not too far down the road. The one Rin really likes to visit whenever she’s in this area. I’ve never had it, but if Rin likes it I’m sure it’s good?”

“Sure. We might as well give it a try.” Eli replies.

She adjusts the bag over her shoulder and together the two of them make their way out of the building and onto campus. Nico takes a moment to quickly look up directions to the place, before leading the way once she’s figured out the right way to it. They walk side by side and Eli talks excitedly about the part she got and the finer details of what will happen if the job is a success. If the commercial she’s in ends up boosting sales a lot, the agents said they may call her in to do a couple more jobs in the future. It’s an exciting idea, to have a potential part time job for a little while that can work well between their classes and their study time.

Before long they’ve reached the restaurant. Nico reads the bright red flag advertising what she assumes is the restaurants best special. Not wanting to wait any longer, Nico and Eli enter the ramen shop and the taller of the two lets out a content sigh.

“It smells so good in here. I can’t believe how badly I’m craving this right now.” Nico wonders if that’s true or just Eli’s code for she’s happy it isn’t the instant kind. “If Rin’s only got high ratings on this place, it can only mean we’re going to have a great meal.” Eli adds as an afterthought as she takes a seat at the counter. She pats the empty chair beside her and Nico hops onto it, sitting down next to Eli and placing her purse in between her legs on the chair.

“Afternoon girls!” A waitress greets them with a smile, pulling two cups out and pouring them each a glass of water. “Please let me know if I can be of any assistance, or just wave me over when you’re ready to make your order.”

Nico and Eli thank the girl as they each gaze over the different types of ramen listed in the menu. Nico’s had a firm idea on the kind she’s wanted from the very beginning, but Eli examines each option with care. The shorter girl takes a sip of her water as she watches Eli with the complicated decision of what type of ramen to have for lunch.

“You know, you could always just pick the safe option and get what you normally do.” Nico suggests.

“True, that is always the smart option.” Eli agrees, “But it’s not often we come to places like this, and I bet the udon is delicious..”

Eli hums and frowns as she weighs the options once again and Nico laughs.

“Then get the udon. Nothing’s stopping you but yourself.”

“But what if it doesn’t taste as good as I hope?” Eli sticks her lower lip out in a small pout, reminding Nico somewhat of a dog trying to get what it wants. She bites back a laugh as she pictures Eli with a tail wagging behind her and flattened ears on the top of her head.

“Then just get the kind you like most!” Nico answers for her, a small laugh escaping.

“But the udon..” Eli’s voice trails off and the waitress looks to Nico, wondering if she’s at least ready to place her order.

“Here, you know what, I’ll just help you out.” Nico decides, looking to the waitress. “Give us two of these” She points to the daily special and smiles at her. “We’ve never been here, might as well try the best option you’ve got.”

“A great choice!” The waitress beams, writing down the order before heading towards the chefs further down in the kitchen.

Eli sighs and looks at Nico with a small apologetic smile.

“Sorry for being so indecisive. I can’t help it, everything sounds so good and I’m starving.”

“It’s fine, I learnt a long time ago that you’re hopeless and sometimes need a small push to help.” Nico lightly nudges her with her elbow and Eli laughs, returning the gesture.

“Ha ha. I don’t always, but I appreciate the help every now and again.” She grins towards her friend and Nico almost finds the charming smile too much. She bets that’s all Eli had to do to land the role in the commercial she auditioned for.

She begins to wonder about the small details for said commercial. Eli mentioned there isn’t a lot to say about it in the first place, it’s only reading lines from a certain yuri series and help it gain some more sales, and possibly a good amount of commercial time between different anime series on a couple channels. Nico hadn’t looked into the name of the series, but according to the commercial managers it’s a popular series among high school girls. Knowing that reminds her that Eli would be perfect for a role like that.

“Hey, what are your lines like?” Nico asks, “You’ve been given a script to study, right? Lets see what you’ve got.”

Eli reaches into her bag and pulls out a small book with the name of the series on the cover. Nico memorizes the ‘Chin in Hand Kisses’ title and quirks her eyebrow, wondering why the heck someone would call their series chin in hand kisses of all things. Eli flips it open to the first of her lines and looks to Nico.

“So my character is named Haruka. She’s the main love interest with the protagonist. The lines they want said are from various different parts of the first volume so if they sound like they’re in a weird order, that’s probably why.”

Eli clears her throat and Nico adjusts the position on her chair. She leans in slightly and watches as Eli’s facial expression changes from the slightly excited expression she’s used to into a handsome, sultry stare. Nico’s lips form a tight line as Eli gives her a charming smirk, looking down to her lines and reading them in a deeper voice, similar to the pitch she’s used in various different muse songs. The lines roll smoothly off of her tongue and Nico listens intently as Eli speaks to her completely in character.

Her mind wanders as Eli reads out the lines. Since when has Eli been this… charming? There’s always been this beautiful aura to Eli- Nico’s always hated to admit how hot she is, especially during Bibi performances. Eli’s always dazzling, no matter what situation and no matter which song. Nico remembers marveling how perfect she looked in the lights of the stage and how her steps were always correct. It never failed to make the fans cheer them on loudly. The more she thinks about it, the more infuriating it is that Nico can’t find a point in time where Eli hasn’t been charming. But the way she stares at her with that darkened gaze and her tone of voice as she speaks- it’s like a whole different level of charm that Nico isn’t quite used to.

Her train of thought is lost the moment Eli leans in, waving a hand in front of Nico’s face to try and get her attention. Nico recoils and almost shouts from surprise as her eyes widen in alarm.  Her heart begins to race while Eli’s lips twitch as she tries to hide her smile.

“You alright Nico?” Eli asks amused.

“O-of course! I wasn’t spacing or anything!” She retorts, her cheeks tinting red.

“Sure you weren’t.” Eli almost laughs, looking back to her script, “Was it really that boring though? I swear I thought I saw your eyes glaze over.”

Nico feels almost as if she’s been smacked in the face. She quickly reassures Eli that what she thinks isn’t the case.

“Are you kidding? It’s more like that part was made for you.” she exclaims, throwing her hands in the air excitedly. “You sound amazing! It reminds me of the way you deepen your voice in our old songs, you know? So I got a little lost in the thoughts is all.”

It’s not like it’s a complete lie, Nico thinks. Eli’s eyes scrunch up in a that smiling eye way and Nico knows she’s made up for spacing out. She returns the smile and ignores the fuzzy feeling she gets from the moment of happiness.

It isn’t long before their food arrives and the both of them dig in without another word. They make very little small talk as they enjoy their meal. Nico has to agree with their junior- this is definitely the best ramen she’s ever had. She makes a mental note to text Rin later and tell her how she’s right. She glances from the corner of her eye to find Eli hanging over her bowl, making sure the noodles in her mouth don’t drop. She almost laughs from how different their every day Eli is compared to the character she was in only moments before.

When lunch is over and their food paid for, they begin making the journey back to their apartment. They walk close together, their hands brushing against one another’s every so often. Nico knows it’s unintentional, but the way they always hit ever so slightly makes her tempted to just grab onto Eli’s hand for the rest of the walk home. She sticks her hands in her pockets, almost frowning from the idea and ignoring how she misses the slight touches of the other girl’s hand.

They soon make it back to the apartment and Eli pulls out her keys, unlocking the door. The muffled sound of music can be heard from the other side of the door and it only gets louder when Eli pushes it open and steps inside. Nico follows and quirks her eyebrow, ready to shout a greeting to Nozomi.

“Hey Nozomi, we’re-”

Nozomi’s stopped herself mid dancing and is staring directly at the two of them as the music continues in the background. She’s in a pose that’s almost like a lunge, one hand holding up a duster and the other at her side. Strands of hair fall out of her bandana and her lips are closed in a tight and firm line. Eli and Nico make direct eye contact with her as the songs funky music pauses and Nozomi says the line with the person singing.

“P-Pen pineapple apple pen.”

Nico and Eli look to each other before exiting the apartment. Eli locks the door and the two of them walk back down the hallway. They say nothing as they reach the stairs, pretending that everything they just saw didn’t actually happen.