#unless they make him confess his love which will literally change the game's genre

[ventique18]

Malleyuu meta ramblings

Day three of Book 7 and I still couldn't believe how far Malleus would "subtly" push to ship himself with the player like damn they always find a way to imply a soulmate narrative with him.

I've never seen aggressive teasing to this extent tbh. Refusing to outright say he's their main love interest (and to an extent the only love interest) but liberally seasoning his entire character with flirtatious lines and suggestive choice of actions and an unbelievable romantically-driven background... I'm speechless tbh. And if the crazy theories about his dad and his relation to Grim are true, they're also gunning hard to plant him as both the center of the world and forging a strong inexplicable connection between him and the player.

[hskwon]

与你: WITH YOU

pairing: student!seungkwan x student!reader

genre: fluff, crack.

note: this is short.

布胜宽: you always rant to your schoolmate, seungkwan, about almost everything. this time, you rant about your 'health' problems to him which causes everything to change.

"i hate that teacher. she always loses my projects, even when they're emailed to her. is she playing games with me?" you slap your hands on the table, making seungkwan shudder slightly.

"she's always like that, she lost mine once and i almost threw my table at her, but i still have manners and respect, so i didn't," he replied, nodding at you while peeling and giving you the orange.

"right? that's what i was thinking, too," you said as you sat back down and ate the orange he handed you.

"at this point, you guys are like couple," mingyu stated as he reached for the orange in your hand, but seungkwan slapped his hand away.

"see! that's exactly what i'm talking about!"

"i'm protecting my orange from your dirty hands," seungkwan remarked, frowning at the guy. "you literally just played basketball and you stink."

"i do?" said mingyu, his eyes widening as he quickly said farewell and changed his clothing.

you continued your ranting about the teacher you were talking about. you were both okay of being friends, it's comfortable ot rant about it with each other.

being seungkwan's friend is fun, you get to talk your problems and he'll get your point already. he's one of the best friends you'll ever have.

you slumped into your seat as seungkwan examined you from head to toe, slightly concerned. "what's wrong?" he inquired. "are you sick or something?" he touches your forehead making you jolt in surprise.

"i think i'm dying, kwan!" you said, slapping his hands away, and he looked at you with furrowed brows, as if you'd just uttered something stupid.

"what is it now?" he questioned, his arms crossed, ready for your next rant. "kwan, i'm getting a weird feeling."

"when i see this person, my heart races as if it's going to burst. i think i have heart problems!" you said. "not only that, but i also feel something in my stomach, i think i need surgery." he catches your head before it even touches the table as you slump into it.

he pushed your head back and stated, "you're in love." "with you?" you asked, tilting your head, he look surprised.

"are you referring to me?" he questions, and you nod. "why... why are you—so honest?" he questioned, his face flushed.

"i thought i was pretty dumb when i didn't believe it when i found out i liked you. " you said, preparing to bang your head against the table once more, and he catches your head.

"can you stop doing that?"

"the what? falling in love?" you rested your chin in his palm which he rapidly remove.

"stop—just stop talking," he sighed in response to your question, which caught him off guard.

you've always been like this, running your mouth without stop unless the person you're badmouthing about is here, but now you're not badmouthing so there's no stop right now.

after witnessing mingyu running towards them, seungkwan massaged his head, there's someone that'll cause more headache to him. he'll never thought he's born in this world just to experience this kind of stress.

"what's up?" mingyu said, "you look so red, kwan."

"what happened to him?" mingyu asked you, "he doesn't like to see you." you said, joking with mingyu he gets it anyways.

he scoffs at you when he sees you smiling at mingyu, as if you hadn't just confessed to him. is he jealous? yes. he won't admit it to you, but he will without a doubt admit it to himself.

you look at seungkwan again after mingyu left because he was called up by his classmates. this time he was staring at you as if he were throwing daggers with his eyes. you stare back while smiling, causing him to laugh a brief, satisfied laugh.

when the bell rang, you gathered your belongings and rose up. "i'll pick you up later, kwan! i'm courting you starting today, okay?" you exclaimed as you sprinted away backwards while waving at him. you collided with a student and apologized laughing slightly.

seungkwan is left standing there, stunned at how direct you are about this and how foolish you are. he wasn't sure how he fell in love with you, but he knew you were peculiar. someone he will treasure for the rest of his life.

he picked up the paper you left in your table while you're ordering food in the cafeteria, it was a list of what a suitor should do to get a yes.

he laughs slightly but feel really special and flustered at how you put your effort on wooing him when he's really already head over heels for you.

you came back snatching the paper from him. "you should stop that, y/n."

"courting you?" you asked.

"yes." he nodded, he doesn't want you to spend your time on wooing him, he wants to woo you and not the other way around.

you just make a cross with your arms causing him to sigh at you, but still smiling at how you look adorable right now. wah, he's falling deeper everyday.

you're courting him, as you claimed. delivering flowers, chocolates, and letters, one of which is a literal letter from the alphabet that made him laugh every day. you appear to be a secret admirer, but not really a secret.

"kwan!" you pedal your bike towards him, "good morning." you said smiling widely, it's still there, the heartbeat, the butterfly or caterpillar doesn't matter what they are as long as they're still in your stomach you're good.

"i told you to stop courting me." he said sighing early in the morning. "i want to meet your family, are they free? and oh, my mom wants to meet you."

"meet who?!" he almost yelled and you just laughed at him causing him to sighed in frustrations. "come here, i'll rant about miss han." he said signalling you to come closer to him.

"miss han? she's really my most not favorite teacher this year." you answered moving close to him.

you waited for him outside the gate, the sun is already setting. he arrives huffing after seeing you standing outside. "why are you waiting here? it's getting late." he scold.

"i want to go home with you." you just answered, pushing another bouquet at him. he chuckles at you. both of you started walking beside each other.

"aren't you going to ask if i am answering you now or not?"

"i'm willing to wait until you're ready to tell me," you murmured as you walked under the moon with him, feeling cold and shivering slightly.

"you're..." he says as he pulls his jacket over your shoulders and turns you to face him. "you're really weird," he said quietly.

"i genuinely like you. i'm serious. i hope you don't think i'm playing with you," you muttered, your gaze falling on his eyes as the streetlight reflected in them.

he finally looked back at you and said, "i have something to tell you." he takes your hand in his and places it on his chest.

"you're making my heart race—also make my blood rise." he said, his gaze fixed on you, laughing slightly at you.

"are you in love or madly in love?" you laugh.

"with you? yes."

[tteokdoroki]

hello! if you’re still doing these could i please request 7 with Bakugou?

if you’re not taking them pls delete !! 💕

katsuki bakugou x gn!reader.

tteokdoroki teaparty event masterpost!!

♡ prompt #7  —  reader has a secret admirer, character of choice doesn’t know how to confess.

♡ genre: everyone, fluff + slight angst.

♡ word count: 1.8K

♡ warnings: cursiing!

♡ author’s notes: thank you for requestiing my lovely !!

yet again, warmth spreads underneath your skin and across your chest at the sight of the chocolates displayed cutely across your desk. for the last week or so, you’d received a flurry of gifts from an unknown admirer— each attached to a sweet note, written with such deep feelings that every time you read one your heart thumped loudly in your chest.  

“let me guess, another one?” mina swoons from your right, joining you in the empty classroom for the day ahead. pink hair tickles at the junction between your head and your shoulder as she reaches for the box of sweets in your grip— you don’t bother putting up a fight, knowing she’d take it from you anyway. “that’s like the third time this week, yn.”

bowing your head shyly, you run your fingers over the small note that lays unfolded on your desk. ‘for you, i’d do anything.’ it reads and you wonder for the umpteenth time; you out of all of classmates is capable of writing such a thing. “i know, i really wish i knew who’s sending them— no ones ever quite done something like this for me before.” you voice is quiet and hopeful, a contrast to the bustling energetic babbles that come from your third year classmates as they filter in for the day ahead. you scan them all to look for a possible source, knowing that your heart could belong to anyone of them.

“it’s gotta be deku!” kaminari cuts through your train of thought like a knife through butter— throwing his arm around your shoulders as he plucks the box of chocolates from mina’s grip, much to her annoyance. “he’s like the sweetest dude in the class, there’s no way it could be anyone else. we’re not capable of cute shit like that.” you roll your eyes and allow your friend to tear open the box for a morning treat but let your gaze slip over to where izuku chats animatedly with ochako. not him.

jirou is next to speak, ripping the box from the blonde to take it to her desk beside yours. kaminari whines as the girl divides up the sweet snacks for, taking one for both herself and mina. chaos is ensuing and yet again, your friends are the centre of it. “nah, my bet’s on sato...how else would yn be getting so many sweet treats every day?”

the group falls silent, mulling over the choice as you finally take a seat and swipe one of the chocolates for yourself. popping it into your mouth, you huff in frustration.

“doesn’t make sense, everything gifted to me so far has been insanely exclusive or expensive...some are even my favourites from abroad and— i don’t speak to sato enough for him to know them...“ you admit, pawing your cheeks with embarrassment.

“maybe it’s kirishima then! you guys are always together and he kinda seems like the romantic type..?” your pink haired friend suggests and the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. it was true, you were both always together— even if it was in the presence of others like bakugou and kaminari— and had more than enough in common, from music tastes to gaming. you could see the hardening hero as someone you’d go for as well, eijirou was an obvious choice. “what do you think, bakugou?”

you peek up from the note ( neatly folded ) and box of chocolates ( now returned ) that sit on your desk, catching the arrival of your final three friends. bakugou, sero and kirishima himself. you feel body flush with warmth as you catch the latter’s ruby eyed gaze and give him a small wave accompanied by a smile; that kirishima quickly returns.  

the blonde however, tsks at mina’s question before making his way to his seat. you considered yourself and katsuki to be good friends; it was usually quiet whenever you too were around one another which was a nice change of pace from his usual rowdy personality— but the majority of your time with each other was spent with him teasing you for your quirk.

“‘m callin’ bullshit. whoever this is should hurry up and face how they feel. the candy shit is stupid.” bakugou growls out, throwing his backpack onto the desk; ready to begin class. in all three years of knowing him, he’d never showed any signs of romantic interest towards anyone in your class, especially you. meaning that your admirer, definitely bakugou.

you turn away from him and your group of friends to face the board, ignoring how they scold him for his harsh words. “right, stupid...” you sigh quietly, just as aizawa enters the room.

ever since your brief conversation with the explosive boy himself, bakugou had been increasingly rude to you throughout the day and it was starting to get on your last nerves. at first, it had been subtle— bumping you in the corridors between classes, pretending he didn’t have an extra pen for you when you knew that he carried spares for your friends who often forgot and then he’d straight up ignored your invitation to study during lunch like you usually did.

you figured that the blonde was having a bad day, bakugou was never usually this harsh to you and you could talk it out with him later. this behaviour was something you hadn’t seen from your friend since first year, and you almost believed that something else had been bothering him— until he almost blew you high into the sky during hero training that afternoon. of course you called him out on it, yelling at him in front of the entire class as your frustrations finally bubbled over but bakugou remained straight faced— leading to your current predicament.

aizawa thought it was best for the two of you to work things out over cleaning duties after school— something you thought you’d been well past seeing as you were third years now. mature, grown up third years who knew how to talk about their problems. apparently, katsuki bakugou was not one of them. even while you rearranged chairs and swept under desks, he still managed to crawl under your skin with petty remarks and hums of disapproval.

it’s only when you realised that katsuki had been actively trying to avoid your gaze or rather, your entire presence— that you snapped, dropping the broom you held in your hands and letting it clatter to the floor beside him, ultimately grabbing his attention.

“are you fucking insane—?”

“what the hell is your problem, bakugou?” you slice right through his words, a quiet rage flooding your bloodstream as you glare down at him. the boy himself looks dumbfounded, having never heard you talk to him in such away, before and stops shelving the books he had been holding. “did i do something to you?”

“like I’d let you do anythin’ to piss me off.”

god, he infuriates you. you step closer to the blonde, who stands at least half a head taller than you and shove at his chest as best you can— needing an outlet for your frustrations. “then why have you been acting like an asshole all day? first you blow me off and then you quite literally blow me up, and now? you’re avoiding me?” your fists curl in his untucked shirt, tugging at it as all of your emotions spill out into the space between you. “i don’t know what i did, but it doesn’t mean you get to treat your friend like shit, katsuki. you’ve been so mean to me today!”

bakugou looks away, avoiding your eyes that cloud with a sadness he can’t bare to face. you tell yourself not to cry, hating the way your bottom lip wobbles at his change in attitude. “’m mean to everyone, there’s nothin’ special about you.” he excuses himself, trying to step away from you.

“but not to me, you know that,” your voice shakes, everything you’d held back finally slipping through opened cracks. why was he treating you this way? what had you done to deserve this? you glance up, trying to find his vermillion eyes and the answers that may lie behind them. “you’ve been acting so...so off, since this morning, when mina asked about my admirer. you called it stupid. is it so hard to believe that someone, that kirishima might even like me?” the grip you had on bakugou’s shirt loosens but you remain leaning against him, neither of you daring to breathe. “why should i even care what you think? you’ve never been one for romance...u-unless you count the manga that you read but i don’t know how that would...”

and then your babbling stops, realisation washing over you in heavy waves. bakugou appears visibly tense before you, fist clenching and unclenching by his aides as you process your own train of thought. he hadn’t been mean to you for the sake of it, he had been because he didn’t know how else to express his feelings of jealously. it wasn’t kirishima that had been sending you notes, no— it had been bakugou all along. “how that would relate to me...” you think out loud, feeling him flinch beneath your grip. “k-katsuki...do you have a crush on me?”

“...don’t...” the blonde warns, heat rushing to his cheeks at your very accusation. a smile comes rushing to your cheeks, the familiar warmth finding its way back into your chest. “don’t look at me like that, fucker. i-i’m not good at this emotion shit, you know that and this was easier than talking— yn, stop fucking lookin’ at me like that.”

the almost whine that slips from between katsuki’s lips makes your tummy fill with affectionate butterflies, causing you to finally let go of his poor shirt and throw your arms around him in a tight hug. bakugou hesitates for a moment, trying to decode the situation and decide for himself if this was real— but you decide to do the talking and tell him foot yourself. “can’t help it, not when i feel the same way about you, katsuki.” you knew that no matter who was behind your little gifts and love notes, your heart would belong to your admirer and your admirer alone. with a rush of adrenaline after feeling katsuki return your embrace, you lean up to press a soft lingering kiss to his chapped lips.

he tastes like honey and smoke, feels warm like a soft summer breeze but as your lips love together and speak a thousand unspoken confessions, the pair of you realise that you never want the moment to end. “i meant what i said in that last note,” bakugou hums softly, pressing his forehead to yours and holding you close as if you’re going to disappear or suddenly realise your feelings for him aren’t true. “i’d do anything for you...”

“anything?” for the second time that day, you swoon at the blonde’s words and peck his nose gently.

he nods once, lost in thought before speaking again. “except for buy you those fucking chocolates again. they’re fucking expensive, cost a shitload.”

you snort at that, leaning up to lock lips him again— who needed chocolate when you could kiss katsuki bakugou instead.

[yoshkeii]

Bokuto Confession hcs!

࿐ character: Bokuto Koutarou

࿐ genre: fluff, soft, confessions!

࿐ requested by: GreenTheSimp on Ao3!

࿐ imagine/scenario: “some Bokuto headcannons on how he asks Khai out? Plus maybe him being a goof towards his s/o.”

A/N: fyi, most of these will be coming from my Ao3 since I started writing there first! it’s not much and i generally don’t proof read these so im sorry if there are small errors, this one is a bit longer since I made two chapters for it. im so bad at writing istg,,

≫ ──── ≪ Confession Time ≫ ──── ≪

❀ First, Bokuto would be oblivious to his crush and his feelings for you till it was brought up multiple times by his team, and eventually at the volleyball camp from the other schools. Most likely Kuroo nagging him about the certain someone, Khai, Bokuto talks about so much.

❀ You and Bokuto were friends for quite some time, maybe at least a year or so. And being in the same class as him, you guys had time to interact with each other and even plan hangouts whenever you could.

❀ And yes, this man talks 24/7 about you without even noticing- this varies from your interactions during the school day, your conversations during classes and lunch, stupid dumb texts you guys have once in a while, the answers you give him from the many of many questions he asked you... the list goes on and on. This makes it easy for his friends to identify his fucking crush on you. him being so oblivious about it hurts their brains istg

❀ He's extremely bubbly around you, super friendly and kind but you usually brush it off as his normal personality. ibetyou'llbeoblivioustooaboutit.

❀ Once Bokuto awakened to his crush and feelings for you he found it extremely difficult to act like it was normal before. The slight blush on his cheeks was a much solid shade. His heart skipping beats every time he saw you walk in the room. Your laugh, your smile, anything about you made him so nervous around you now. When you directly smile at him, hearing your laughs at his jokes or actions will make this man just seize to exist.

❀ Bokuto can't stop thinking about you after that thought, always finding his mind wandering to the dorkiest, sappy shit thing he would do with you.

❀ Sometimes he found himself avoiding you at some points just so he can keep himself in check and not be an embarrassment around you-

❀ He still craves your attention but he gets a lingering fear he might mess something up so he has an internal fight with himself and it just- hurts him sm- poor owl,,

❀ Akaashi finds himself trying to motivate and support emo Bokuto at these moments, usually through texts or calls when they aren't near each other etc.

❀ You would generally think he would just confess to you as soon as he had the chance but actually took this on a slow thoughtful ride. To the point, it did affect his skill at practice, which notified his teammates about it fairly quickly. Bokuto was so deep in thought about it all he was unsure how to process his confession, when, where, what would make you happy, if you liked him back and such.

❀ This eventually leads to him asking Akaashi, the team, and friends (from the other teams' ofc-), on how he should confess to you. All of the answers didn't seem to fit Bokuto in a comfortable way either, which is hella surprising. Before he decided to do something pretty simple.

❀ Earlier today, Bokuto asked you to wait for him a few minutes after class. Knowing you two had different club activities after school, him having volleyball and you have [Khai's favorite activity]. It was the best option to get your attention since your clubs ended at different times made it difficult. And so you did, meeting him outside of your classroom, just you and him.

❀ Bokuto felt anxious about being alone with you, especially like this.

❀ "Hey, Khai..?"

❀ "What is it, Bo?"

❀ That little nickname you gave him, always and I mean always made his heart skip 10 beats. The blush on his cheeks grew a shade darker.

❀ "Wanna walk home.. t-together...?" Bokuto quickly mustered out the words, knowing his throat would dry up sooner or later.

❀ Both of you actually took a similar route home after school, which you guys figured out on a rainy day.

❀ "Oh, sure! Don't you have practice though?" You tilted your head innocently, your hair moving as well revealing the smallest of details that made Bokuto swoon.

❀ "Coach said we should rest for our game tomorrow"

❀ "Ah- that makes sense, I forgot about that-" You giggled lightly before you took the lead of heading out of the building.

❀ Bokuto froze at your giggle before you dragged him behind you. Your hand softly around his wrist. "C'mon slowpoke," you teased.

❀ He smiled slightly before he caught up to you. Walking aside from you at the same pace.

❀ It was an awkward walk. Bokuto was oddly quiet which made you slightly worried.

❀ "Bokuto? You alright..?" You finally broke the silence, looking up at the Ace to your right.

❀ "P-perfectly fine!"

❀ "You stuttered."

❀ "Did... I..?"

❀ "Yes, dummy- What's wrong?"

❀ "I-... Damn it. Khai."

❀ Before you knew it, he pulled you into a kiss. His large hands cupping your face as he planted his lips softly onto yours, pulling away from a little with only a few inches from your lips. Bokuto looked straight into your brown eyes, staring back with his golden eyes. The blush on his cheeks flushed with shades of red.

❀ "I like you. Wait- No.. I love you." Bokuto muttered softly, feeling his breath on your lips made you shiver.

❀ You just giggled, before it grew into genuine laughter. He widened his eyes removing his hands from your face.

❀ "H-hey..!! What's so funny!?"

❀ "It was so obvious Bo~"

❀ "Was.. was it!? I-"

❀ You cut him off, "I love you too Koutarou."

❀ Him hearing you use his first name WITH you saying ily to him, made his day. A bright smile plastered on his face, he hugged you lifting you up and kissing your face all over.

❀ "HEY HEY HEYYYY!! Khai likes me back!! Actually, Khai LOVES me!" Bokuto exclaimed happily

❀ After that, Bokuto was back to his normal, loud, excited self throughout the walk. You guys began to have your simple conversations again, him poking you with questions trying to get to know you even more. Having the lingering doubt he had from rejection and negativity was lifted-off from him. He even mentioned having your first date so soon-

❀ He couldn't wait to bring the news to his team and friends.

❀ He can't wait to see you by his side every day.

≫ ──── ≪ Confession Aftermath ≫ ──── ≪

❀ After the confession, Bokuto would rarely ever leave your side. So he does get clingy to you as he does with Akaashi. He's not much for PDA but he's also not against the thought, he unconsciously hugs you, wrapping his arms around your torso, waist, arms, and sometimes around your neck at least- Sometimes light kisses and pecks but those are generally rare unless he's really excited about something.

❀ He gets really flustered sometimes when you addressed him as your boyfriend the first few days and maybe weeks after starting the relationship. He's just not used to it- It gives this hunk of a man butterflies in his stomach a lot.

❀ Whenever you guys had to leave each other for your designated classes, you tend to find cute notes in your locker whenever you open them. Having cute phrases, flirts, compliments, and silly pick-up lines. You already knew it was from Bokuto because you... sometimes catch him lurking around your locker- just never brought up to him knowing it would genuinely make him sad.

❀ Bokuto just finds it cool that you don't know at first okay-

❀ You always tried to go to his practices and even games when you guys were just friends. Knowing that if Bokuto saw any of his friends out in the stands made his confidence skyrocket so much-

❀ But since you guys are now in a relationship, it makes Bokuto smile so much every time he spots you in the stands of the crowds. Cheering him on boosts his confidence so fucking much- like if this man is in emo mode please cheer for him, it helps a ton (Akaashi and the team might thank you also-)

❀ Long-lasting phone calls that continue till like 3-4 am. Sometimes facetime/video calls if you both have the ability to! He loves seeing your face, he finds it so fucking adorable with all your smallest features and details.

❀ Bokuto probably changed your contact name on his phone to something like "baby owl" with like emojis or something- or literally, just nick (pet) names he has for you- "baby, bae, cloud, cutie, feather, angel, king/queen, prince/princess" and so on. He looooves having names for you because it makes him smile every time he finds things that remind him of you (which generally is how he figures some of them out-)

❀ Whenever this man finds you sad, upset, stressed, or literally in any negative emotion. He will try his damn hardest to make you feel better even if its the slightest, and if it is the slightest he'll keep going to you are perfectly fine and dandy.

❀ He'll even go out of his way to skip practice if needed to comfort your sad butt- He'll give you cuddles, so many cuddles. He's practically a cuddle monster so better prepare for how long you'll stay in his arms afterward-

❀ Whenever you guys are just cuddling in general, he loves to nuzzle his face into your hair, your neck, and shoulder. Just craving the touch and comfort of his lover. Even if it's the slightest of motion, he'll take whatever he can get!

❀ Continuing on the cuddling situation, one of the secret things he loves about you is how you smell. The shampoo you use for your hair, the body wash, perfume or cologne.

❀ Since it's fall season (as of I'm writing this ofc-), Bokuto will drag you around for some walks in the cool weather through parks. Honestly hoping to find leaves to pile and fall into with you! I'd think one of Bo's love language would be quality time (and words of affirmation.) So hanging out with him makes this owl the happiest man to walk on this planet.

❀ Whenever you are cold on these walks, he won't hesitate to wrap his arms around you. If it's a specific part of your body that is cold, for example, your hands. He'll definitely hold his hands over yours. Maybe planting a kiss on them afterward (accidentally getting flustered seconds later-)

❀ Bokuto might also just stare at your hands clasped together, noticing the size difference for the 100000000000000th time

❀ Honestly, he likes to use Instagram and Snapchat filters with you. It's really cute af,, he's such a dork for couple things

❀ Body issues? Bokuto will love every part of you no matter what, comforting that every part of your body is perfect as it is. He'll softly plant kisses wherever you feel insecure. He'll cuddle you till you agree with him that you are a perfect human being.

❀ Don't try to sneak out of it. He's hella stubborn with topics like these- He ain't that dense and dumb guys,,

A/N: I love me some Bokuto huuuuu

[blossom-hwa]

Danger: Obsidian |1| - JUYEON

Pairing: Juyeon x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, fantasy, royalty!au

Triggers: death, semi-graphic depictions of blood

Word Count: 5.1k

Lesson 4: sometimes, it is not your duty or even your right to render judgment. Stepping back does not always constitute cowardice.

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Juyeon would dearly love to know just how these soldiers and mages keep tracking him and Kevin down.

Seriously. They’ve covered their tracks as best as they can, leaving not a single footprint behind (literal and metaphorical) wherever they don’t have to. Yet somehow, in every other town they end up, either some ivory soldier manages to find them, or they spot someone suspicious looking around who turns out to be on Somin’s side.

At this point, Juyeon doesn’t even care about finding more jewels. All he can focus on is this game of cat and mouse with Somin, where the queen knows how to find them while they have no way of fighting back.

Not very fair odds, but since when has Somin played fair?

(“Never,” Kevin reminds him that terrifying time they were crouched together beneath a trash heap (yes, beneath – not even behind, like in Ember) and Juyeon hissed out the question in a futile attempt at keeping himself together. “Not even when we were kids.”

He remembers all too well.)

In a way, Juyeon has to thank her, though. In the past few months, he probably hasn’t gotten more than an average of three hours of sleep a night (Kevin even less). It might be turning his body into a useless lump of flesh and bones, but at least he doesn’t have the nightmares.

(The nightmares in which Sunwoo stares at him with betrayed eyes and a bloody smile slit into his throat while Mage Han tells him he will never be fit to be king.

On those nights, Juyeon almost wishes for the dream of jeweled roses and mysterious figures to take the nightmare’s place. Then he remembers silver bushes and shades that look too much like Sunwoo to be a coincidence and erases that wish immediately.)

It’s raining tonight. Though Juyeon normally wouldn’t enjoy rain while he’s forced to stay outdoors, if it’s slowing him and Kevin down, it means any pursuants have been hindered, too. He and Kevin throw themselves under a large tree at the edge of a forest, the foliage blocking most of the downpour as they try not to feel so damn cold.

No sleep, Juyeon tells himself, despite his eyelids beginning to drag down. No sleep. No sleep. He needs to say alert in case the guards somehow find them through the dripping rain.

Even then, he almost drifts off, the relentless pounding of water on the forest floor soothing his brain into slumber. Thankfully, Kevin jerks him awake when the downpour slows, pointing up the tree they’re sheltered under. “Let’s go, Juyeon.”

They climb up the tree – Kevin nearly falls twice, Juyeon once – and settle themselves among the large branches. Between the dark and the dense leaves, it’ll be hard for anyone to see them. And even if they do, being up high has more of an advantage than being on the ground.

(Unless you happen to be a certain clumsy Onyx prince who trips over his own feet when he isn’t looking, but whatever)

Minutes, then hours pass in darkness. Juyeon feels his eyes beginning to droop once more.

Then Kevin starts.

In a flash, Juyeon’s wide awake, turning to his friend. His eyes, barely visible in the night, raise the question he can’t speak.

Kevin shrugs. “Heard something,” he whispers, barely audible over the pattering rain. “Probably nothing.”

It might be nothing, but Juyeon peers through the leaves anyway. “Probably nothing” was a mistake they made one too many times when they started out after finding the amethyst. Before then, they had Sunwoo to keep them cautious and in check.

Sunwoo.

Juyeon’s throat chokes. Weeks have dulled the pain, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still exist. He swallows down the lump, though, keeping his eyes trained on the ground.

Caution can’t take a backseat to emotion, after all.

After one, two, three moments of silence, Juyeon’s about to relax, about to return to his original position on the tree branch and brush it off as nothing.

Then he hears it, something padding on the damp earth.

Kevin looks down too, back tense. Juyeon risks a glance at his friend. “Be ready to run,” he murmurs, barely moving his lips. A terse nod follows.

A figure, relatively tall and somewhat familiar, slips through the trees. Juyeon frowns. Familiarity rarely bodes well – it usually signals a mage who’s gotten too close one too many times – but this…

Kevin lets out an audible gasp. Before Juyeon can stop him, he’s throwing himself down the tree with none of his usual grace and tackling the figure to the ground.

Castling queens. Juyeon curses under his breath as he begins climbing down the tree. “Kevin –”

Then the figure stands, Kevin helping him up with a blinding, teary smile on his face.

Juyeon almost loses his grip on the tree.

“Jacob,” he whispers. “Pawns and – Jacob.”

The mage grins shakily, his signature gentle smile spread over his face. “Hi.”

. . . . .

With the exception of the day he was broken out of the ivory palace, Jacob has never felt so relieved to see a familiar face – two, actually. Wrapped in his cousin’s arms, he almost breaks down right then and there. The tears start to fall the second Juyeon puts a hand on his shoulder.

It’s hard to tell between the rain and the dark, but Juyeon and Kevin seem to be crying too. They all stand together for a few minutes in silence, at least, not saying anything as rain drips around them.

“How did you find us?” Kevin finally asks. “Sunmi said something about how you could track me, but you were so far away…”

“Yes.” Jacob wipes away the last of the warm tears on his face. “I couldn’t sense you at first, obviously. Even having spent so much time with you, your magic trace isn’t nearly strong enough for that. When the Valkyries came, they told me you were starting off in Castia, so I shifted there first.”

“The Valkyries?” Juyeon’s tone turns apprehensive. “Do you know if any of them escaped?”

His heart stings. It really stings as Jacob lowers his head, closing his eyes against the memories washing through his mind of a single Valkyrie, a single knight, the knight he loved who sent him away.

“No,” he whispers. “I don’t know. They… they told me to leave.”

And he left. It was his duty, his responsibility.

None of that means he had to like it, though.

Kevin holds his hand, squeezes it. The slight pressure of his palm comforts Jacob, a spot of warmth amidst the cold rain.

“I’m sorry,” Juyeon murmurs. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, it’s not your fault.” Jacob tries to smile. “I would be curious too. Anyway, when I got to Castia, you were already gone, so I tracked the traces of your magic that you left behind. And followed the rumors.”

Juyeon groans. “Rumors?”

“Come on, Juyeon.” Kevin nudges him. “After we tore a jewel right off the queen’s neck, you thought there wouldn’t be any gossip about that? Nothing at all?”

Jacob frowns. That doesn’t add up. “You tore a jewel off her neck? I thought it was someone else.”

Uncomfortable silence falls over the trio. Jacob swallows. Sensitive topic. “Sorry –”

“No, it’s fine.” Juyeon swallows hard, like he’s unsticking something from the back of his throat. “I… we had someone with us. His name was Sunwoo. He’s dead now. One of the mages following us killed him.” His fists clench visibly even in the dark. “And then I killed the mage.”

Jacob blinks. His Highness, the kind, gentle, clumsy Crown Prince Lee Juyeon, killed someone? Killed a mage? He almost doesn’t believe it, but the haunted look on Juyeon’s face and Kevin’s downcast eyes tell him the truth.

Forget what he said before about familiar faces. Juyeon and Kevin look the same, have the same lips and noses and bone structures as before. But the memories that haunt their eyes speak of different people, people who have changed in the few months since he last saw them.

Juyeon looks over at Jacob, barely meeting his gaze. It takes him a second to understand why, but the fear visible in Juyeon’s eyes speaks volumes.

He must be afraid Jacob will judge him for it.

A little part of Jacob wants to reel and crumble with Juyeon’s admission. Even as a mage, he’s never hurt anyone on purpose, much less killed someone. But a larger part, a much larger part that has seen and lived through a mere fraction of the Ivory Queen’s horrors, understands her control and the situations she’s created that sometimes force decisions.

Like when he had to leave his Valkyrie behind.

Jacob takes one of Juyeon’s limp, cold hands and holds it between his own. “Ivory mages can’t be trusted,” he says.

The prince’s head rises.

Still squeezing Juyeon’s hand, Jacob nods once, memories flooding his brain of the last minutes he spent in the ivory palace. “Mage Kang was the one who led me out of the dungeon,” he says.

Kevin gasps. “Kang, too?”

“Yes.” Jacob nods, bitterness twisting his lips. “And there was at least one more in the room before I escaped. I don’t know what kind of hold the Ivory Queen has over them, but if it’s strong enough for them to betray the board, then I can’t fault you for killing one of them. No one can. Especially if they forced your hand.”

Silence, save for the slowing patter of raindrops on the grass. Jacob doesn’t care that water is sliding down his face, freezing his skin. The warmth of company, even with these stark confessions, is more than enough to make up for it.

“So what rumors did you hear?” Kevin finally asks, a half-smile quirking his lips that Jacob returns. “Must’ve been some crazy ones, if you were able to follow them all the way here.”

A small laugh leaves Jacob’s lips. “I heard one that you were part of a band of jewel robbers called the Phantom Thieves,” he says, which makes both Juyeon and his cousin snort. “I didn’t have enough underground contacts to get the full picture, but once I found a trail of your magic and followed you to Ember, I heard about scuffles in the forest and was able to trace you here. You move fast.” He smiles, ruffling the red cloak on his back ruefully. “I might’ve caught up sooner if I wasn’t stuck charming this.”

“Why?” Kevin frowns.

“If a mage knew me well enough, which several of them did because I trained with them, they could trace me through my magic if I didn’t try to mask it.” Jacob looks at the prince, whose face is now covered in a stricken expression. “What?”

Juyeon swallows. “Could a mage track us through the jewels from the crown? From magic traces or something?”

Next to him, Kevin gasps. “By the higher orders… that’s how they traced us,” he whispers. “Pawns and kings.”

“You’re probably right.” Jacob holds out a hand. “Let me see them?”

Juyeon produces two gems from his pocket, one blue and one purple. Beneath the faint moonlight beginning to peek out from the clouds, they glitter in the dark.

A soft gasp rises in Jacob’s throat as he takes them, but he keeps it down. The sapphire is set into a necklace, while heavy board surrounds the amethyst. He frowns. “Why are they so…”

“Somin set the sapphire into a necklace, and I cut the amethyst out the back of a painting,” Kevin supplies. He cringes. “Tell you later. We couldn’t detach them, I think they’re bound by magic.”

The jewels hum with energy in his hands. Definitely magic. “I’ll see if I can free them,” Jacob promises. “And the traces are faint, but…” His eyes narrow as he focuses on the amethyst. “A trained mage will recognize even the weakest bits of their own magic. With the skill of the mages who must have torn the jewels from the crown, it wouldn’t have been hard.”

Juyeon nods, outstretching a hand to take the gems back, but Jacob stays fixated on the amethyst. Something about the faint trace feels familiar, awfully familiar.

He closes his eyes, focused on the slight hum emanating from the purple gem.

Oh.

Okay.

“Mage Jung,” he whispers, opening his eyes again. “I recognize this trace. High Mage Jung tore it from the crown.”

Juyeon’s face turns white. “Are you… are you sure.”

Jacob sends a searching glance at his cousin, asking a question with his eyes. Why does Mage Jung’s name trigger the prince so much? Surely it isn’t just the betrayal – it isn’t like he and the mage were extremely close or anything.

Kevin’s eyebrows knit in grief and fury. “He killed Changmin,” he states coldly.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Jacob knew the young gray mage was dead, heard it when he was in the dungeons under the Ivory palace. But to hear that one of the highest mages in the land killed him, one of the most powerful protectors of the balance…

He sits down. His legs definitely don’t have the strength to keep holding him up. “Queens.” He looks at Juyeon, praying he won’t get the confirmation he doesn’t want to receive. “How do you know?”

“A dream,” Juyeon replies shortly. “The same dream that took me on this jewel chase.”

Dreams can be unreliable, Jacob wants to say. Not a single piece of his body wants to believe what his cousin and the prince are saying. But neither of them is known to lie, and if Juyeon was so affected by this dream that he left his kingdom to pursue its message, then it must be true.

“Tell me about the dream?”

Juyeon tells it all, tells of jewel-toned roses and silver leaves and a dead gray mage who passed on his insignia. It sounds unbelievable, even more so than some of the legends Jacob heard as a child, but when Juyeon produces Changmin’s golden symbol from around his neck, he knows it must be real.

“Changmin showed me his last moments,” Juyeon says, subdued. “It was a different mage who actually pulled the knife, a woman named Bom, but Mage Jung… he was there. He might as well have done it, for all he betrayed us.”

Castling queens.

There’s no gray mage. No heir. The Ivory Queen is murderous and power-hungry, and there is no king of the Onyx Kingdom because the crown has been stolen and dismantled.

Everything is so much worse than he thought.

Jacob resists the urge to bury his face in his hands and cry. Instead, legs still trembling, he stands again. Kevin grabs his arm before he can fall. “Okay,” he breathes. “Okay.”

It’s not okay. None of this is okay. But Jacob can’t focus on any of that right now or he’ll start spiraling. He needs to think about the present, not the past, and what he can do to prevent more of this from happening. “Where were you going next?” he asks, tearing his mind away from Juyeon’s revelations. “Did you have a plan, or were you just running from the trackers?”

“Just running.” Juyeon winces. “We couldn’t find any leads after the amethyst. Honestly, we found out about these two mostly by luck.”

Jacob stares down at the amethyst, softly glowing in his hand. “I could try to track Mage Jung’s magic,” he says as the faint hum twists with the magic simmering under his skin. “See if it takes us anywhere. It’d be kind of a hit or miss at first since I don’t have any specific leads on where he is, but if we travel further into the Ivory Kingdom, I might pick up on something.”

Juyeon looks at Kevin, who shrugs. “It’s our best bet,” he says. “Like you said, we don’t have any other leads.”

“Agreed.” Juyeon nods. “But what about the tracking? The rain might’ve stopped them for a bit, but it’s only a matter of time before soldiers or mages find us again.”

A sigh of relief escapes Jacob’s lips. This, at least, he can help resolve. “Kevin can sew the jewels into my cloak,” he offers. “Their magic is probably too strong to completely mask, but the charm in the cloth will subdue it enough that hopefully anyone trying to trace will have a harder time of it.”

Similar relief spreads across Juyeon’s face. “All right. Sew the jewels in tonight, and then try to get some rest,” he directs. “We start moving tomorrow.”

And as the pallor fades from the prince’s cheeks, a familiar sharp-eyed determination replaces his previous blank expression, sending relief washing through Jacob’s mind. This is the Juyeon he knows, the Juyeon who would do anything for his kingdom, no matter how hopeless the situation.

Familiarity springs back into Jacob’s chest, and he gains the courage to smile once more.

. . . . .

It takes a month, but after several dead ends and a few too many brushes with Ivory mages to be comfortable (less than they probably would’ve encountered without the masking spell, but still), they end up in a small, sleepy town, more like a tiny village than anything, at the outskirts of the Ivory Kingdom.

Juyeon’s never been here, not on any of his official and unofficial visits to the kingdom. Even Kevin, whose wanderings have taken him all over the Board, seems confused by this place. But Jacob is adamant.

“The trace is strong here,” he says again, looking pale with exhaustion as Kevin forces him to drink another cup of water. Wrapped in his cloak, he looks much smaller, much frailer than Juyeon’s ever seen him.

Only then does Juyeon realize how much of a toll tracking them must have taken on the mage. He really shouldn’t have made them move so quickly as soon as Jacob found them. It’s just that they were being tracked, and the further away they got, the better it would be.

But now that Jacob’s in this condition?

Juyeon doesn’t regret it, exactly. It’s just that he would much rather be in a different position.

Wouldn’t they all?

For once, Juyeon ends up being one of the first choices to scout the village. Jacob wants to go, but Kevin forces him to stay behind (“First of all, you just spent a month tracking down a powerful mage, so you need rest. Second, if Mage Jung somehow manages to get a whiff of your trace –” “It’s not like you can smell it, Kevin –” “– then we’re fresh out a mage to put the crown back together.”). Jacob only agrees on the condition that Kevin stays behind so that when he wakes up, he can force his cousin to take a nap.

So Juyeon leaves them to their naps and bickering and walks the fringes of the town, careful not to get close to anyone he sees. A small town means less chance of recognition, but it also means a stranger is more noticeable.

There isn’t much. A few houses, a lot of grass, a rolling gray sky. Feels a bit dismal.

Doesn’t exactly help with his mood.

He doesn’t find anything, not on his path. When Kevin takes his place in the afternoon, he has similar luck. Several days pass and Juyeon’s privately beginning to wonder just what Jacob really sensed, but the mage is so sure that this is the place that he has no choice but to comply.

After an hour of skulking around, hiding behind trees or pretending to act natural when someone appears in the distance, Juyeon’s about to give up for the fifth day in a row. There’s nothing here, nothing that he can sense, anyway. Maybe they should start bringing Jacob along. He might be able to pick out something Juyeon can’t because he wasn’t blessed with the gift of magic.

Then he sees a familiar looking building in the distance and has to sit down.

He’s just been punched in the gut. Metaphorically. No one else is here – this area feels even emptier than the forest he and Kevin were hiding in when Jacob found them – but Juyeon still gasps like a fist drove itself into his stomach.

It’s just a shrine rooftop in the distance. Nothing much. But when Juyeon gathers the courage to look over once again, he has to avert his gaze because all he can think of is how the smoke from Sunwoo’s burned body rose over the roof of the shrine back in Ember.

Castling queens, the gray sky even looks like the wispy smoke that floated up. Juyeon can almost smell the faint scent of burning flesh.

He suppresses the urge to throw up.

Finally, he stands on shaky legs, ready to turn away and leave this shrine in the background so he doesn’t have to look at it again. But something clicks in his mind and he stops.

A shrine is where the domain’s head mage stays. It’s the first thing any child of Chess learns – if anything happens and you can’t find your parents, go to the shrine and find the mage.

Juyeon may not be a child any longer, but he’s certainly looking for a mage.

Queens, he’s dumb. This should have been his plan from the start. Slowly, reluctantly, his feet make their way across the grass towards the polished white rooftop he so wanted to avoid.

The shrine looks deserted, at first glance. White stone shines dully in the faint sunlight while wind whistles listlessly through the air. Juyeon isn’t stupid enough to go inside, so he crouches down behind a few scraggly bushes and prays that no one will see his half-dead body between the branches.

Not the best plan of action. He might honestly have better luck entering the shrine. But Kevin and Jacob are waiting for him to come back, so he needs to be cautious for now, at least.

Then a door swings open. A dark-haired boy steps out, probably no older than Juyeon.

Large eyes. A wide mouth usually curved into a smile.

It takes all of Juyeon’s willpower to remain silent and not call out Hwanwoong’s name. What is he doing here? Was he captured? Is there anyone else with him?

Does he have any information about Mage Jung, or has he already disappeared?

Hwanwoong doesn’t stay out long enough to catch Juyeon’s eye, just pokes his head out the door and looks around before heading back inside. But even then, Juyeon’s heart won’t stop racing.

He’s found one of the missing mages, one of those captured by the Ivory Kingdom. Possibly more are trapped inside. If he can just find a way to speak to Hwanwoong, to free anyone captured with him…

Allies are as useful as gems, especially if they have magic on their side.

. . . . .

When Juyeon comes back one afternoon and tells Jacob and Kevin that he saw Hwanwoong, Jacob doesn’t dare believe him. The last time he saw the young mage-in-training was months ago, before the war broke out and he was thrown into prison.

If Hwanwoong wasn’t dead already, he was captured. There is no reason for Jacob to believe that he’s really here in this tiny town and not just a figment of Juyeon’s imagination. There’s no room for hope.

Then Juyeon returns the next day with a strange smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. He disappears again as the sun is beginning to set, and after the last rays have sunk below the horizon, two figures approach Kevin, who’s in the middle of telling Jacob they should maybe go looking for Juyeon.

Hwanwoong’s large eyes are just visible in the dying light of the fire Kevin lit.

Jacob blinks once, twice. It’s a hallucination, he’s sure of it – he lost hope of finding another alive and uncaptured Onyx mage when the Valkyries helped him escape. There’s no way this Hwanwoong is real.

Then the mage-in-training smiles, and Jacob reaches forward to crush the younger boy into a hug.

“Hwanwoong,” he gasps. “Queens, I thought I would never see you again.”

“I thought so too.” Hwanwoong laughs, pulling away this time to hold Kevin close. “I heard rumors when we were traveling here, but I didn’t dare believe they were true.”

Juyeon smiles, really smiles, joy glittering in his eyes under the moonlight. “Told you, Jacob. I wasn’t hallucinating.”

Jacob huffs. “Can you blame me?”

Eventually, though, the mood dampens when they sit around the dying coals of Kevin’s fire. The eerie lighting only makes the shadows on Hwanwoong’s face deeper as they move strangely in his eyes.

Jacob swallows. He’s never been the greatest with scary things, and Hwanwoong looks more terrifying than any ghost he’s ever envisioned. It isn’t just the physical shadows – darkness washes across the mage’s young face when Juyeon asks him how he came here, a darkness that mimics the haunted look Jacob’s seen far too often in Juyeon’s and Kevin’s eyes.

Just how much has Hwanwoong suffered since he managed to make this escape?

“I was studying with a mixed group of mages in the Ivory Kingdom when the queen unleashed her… attack.” Hwanwoong stares into the glowing coals. “We were separated. Ivory students were taken somewhere else, I don’t know where, while the rest of us were held in shrines around the capital. My teacher, the head of our group, said that he would help us escape, but when that day came, he betrayed us.”

Jacob fights the urge not to throw up. First Jung, then Kang, and now… “Who was it?”

“Lim Jaebum.” Hwanwoong spits the name with a disgust that feels so out of place on his gentle features. “We fought back against him, but he had backup and we didn’t, and then Geonhak…”

Even in the dim red light of the coals, Kevin’s face is visibly white. Jacob imagines he looks much the same.

Juyeon leans forward, eyes frantic. “Geonhak?”

Hwanwoong breathes a shaky, shaky breath. His fingers tear grass from the ground he’s sitting on. Jacob takes his clenched fist and holds it gently, even as his own hands threaten to tremble.

“Geonhak’s dead.” Hwanwoong closes his eyes for a moment. Breathes again. “He died.”

Jacob can’t stop his fingers from shaking this time.

“After we got thrown into the dungeons, Youngjo and a few others started planning an escape.” Hwanwoong’s face twists with grief and fury. “It might have worked, actually, but someone snitched. I don’t know who it was – if I did, I honestly might have killed them – but they caught the leaders and made us watch their executions.”

Three audible gasps sound around the dead coals. Jacob holds Hwanwoong’s hand in a vice grip. Vaguely, he thinks that the younger boy will be lucky if he doesn’t lose circulation in his fingers.

“We stopped trying to escape then. We just wanted to keep everyone alive, at that point,” Hwanwoong continues, plowing on as though to tell the story as fast as he can without breaking down. “Then they started splitting us up to go to different places, and I ended up here about a month ago with Seoho, Keonhee, and Dongju under High Mage Jung. We were lucky just to be kept together.”

“So Mage Jung is still here,” Juyeon chokes out, looking vaguely sick. He and Kevin grip each other’s hands like they’re the only thing keeping them grounded. “He’s still here, at the shrine.”

Hwanwoong nods. “Yes.”

A tiny fire lights itself in Juyeon’s eyes. “Do you know if he’s hiding something? Keeping something here? A jewel, maybe?”

Slowly, a small smile begins to curve Hwanwoong’s lips. Jacob mentally breathes a sigh of relief at the familiar expression. “He’s keeping a piece of obsidian hidden very well,” the young mage replies, eyes twinkling. Then the glimmer dims, replaced with icy disgust. “It’s encased in flame, though. A mage’s flame.”

A mage’s flame.

Sacred flame.

The fire used to burn bodies, used to send a soul to rest.

Holy fire, unique to every mage, the strongest manifestation of a mage’s magic, a fire that is not to be used lightly and, unless in severe cases, only in the face of death or mutiny against the Board.

And now, used to safeguard a jewel that doesn’t even belong to the kingdom.

Jacob’s on his feet before he even realizes it. “What?”

Hwanwoong nods, fury painting his face. “I know.”

“That’s… that’s desecration,” Jacob says, staring at the mage still sitting on the ground. “Desecration of his own magic, to use the flame in any situation other than maintaining the balance of the Board. It’s almost as bad as –”

Almost as bad as killing a gray mage and a royal in the holiest shrine of the two kingdoms.

Juyeon’s and Kevin’s eyes cloud over. Jacob doesn’t dare to finish his sentence as he sits back down.

“We’ve talked about trying to douse the flame and escape, but we’re not strong enough,” Hwanwoong says quietly, picking at the grass again. “Seoho’s the only one who’s finished his training, and without Youngjo and Geonhak, he’s… he’s had his hands full.” He swallows. “High Mage Jung is too powerful. It’s why I told Juyeon to meet me at night – if I’d gone missing during the day, he would’ve noticed the lack of magic in the air. Asleep, he’s less sensitive.” Hwanwoong’s gaze turns sharp as he looks up at Jacob. “But you have several more years of experience. If His Highness and the amethyst heir can hold the mage back while the rest of us try to put out the flame…”

Jacob doesn’t wait for Juyeon’s approval before he nods. “Yes. I’ll do it.” Then he looks at the prince apprehensively. Juyeon’s the leader, after all – what if he disagrees?

But the prince’s eyes flash with the same furious disgust Jacob feels simmering in his own chest. “It’s a decent plan, the best that we’ve got right now.”

Kevin nods sharply. “I agree. Even if he didn’t have the jewel, he’s done too much for us to let this go.” His face is hard, a complete opposite of the usual gentle and teasing gaze Jacob is used to, but he can’t find it in his heart to care. After all, he agrees.

There will be no mercy, not even for former mentors. A traitor is a traitor, after all, in the eyes of justice.

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for Jacob to not go feral and kill everything bc my man is on the verge)

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·19· Immersed - Prompt Game -

Title : Immersed Pairing : Park Jinyoung x Fem!Reader Genre : Romance, fluff, kinda explicit  Words : 1895 Summary : Sequel to Intoxicated | The morning after. Prompt : N°47. “How drunk was I?”

 PROMPT GAME - MASTERLIST -

Immersed

You open your eyes to a sunlit room and familiar bedding.

Your head is a mess of realistic dreams and improbable memories. Flashes of Jinyoung coming in the middle of the night, confessing and caressing your face appear behind your closed eyelids. 

It had to be real.

You blame the confusion on your hazy state, but the moment is cut by the same person who was previously kissing your face in your so-called dreams.

So it wasn’t a dream.

“Up already?” He asks, his steps feathery as they allow him to come closer. He sits by the bed and raises a hand to put your top’s strap back on your shoulder. “It’s still early.”

You rub the sleep from your eyes. The previous night is long gone and so are the worries coming along with the beginning of a new story; Jinyoung is your boyfriend again. 

Rare are the moments when Jinyoung is so bare. His eyes are shining, his smile is pure and his body relaxed. He looks so appeased, now.  “You look tired” is all you can utter as an answer.

To this he acquiesces, his brows raising swiftly. “I couldn’t sleep,” He replies, his face naked of any inquietude. “When you fell asleep I could only observe you and then morning came.”

He waits for a reaction, anything that could ring the alarms of a potential regret on your side. He doesn’t want you to come back to your sense and utter words he wouldn’t bear hearing twice.

Instead, you nod. Jinyoung is in front of you, content and almost beaming. He doesn’t know you wouldn’t bear spitting the same horrendous words twice either. You see it, how his pupils brush the edges of your body, from your forehead to your legs, comfortable under the fluffy blanket.

He must have been suffering so much.

“You should be resting, what were you doing?” You try, yawning and stirring. You’re not a mess though, you’re exhausted and your eyes burn but it doesn’t matter.

Jinyoung is here.

“I rushed to the bakery and got some of your breakfast favourites. Your fridge is empty so…” He is walking on eggshells, he doesn’t want to invade your private space so soon but he doesn’t know how else he should act.

He has always been this way with you. 

“I haven’t been doing the groceries for a while now.” A month to be precise. Going back to a solo life turned you into an uncaring person, someone who is too upset to be cautious about healthy diets and self-care.

“How come…?”

He wants to hear it. Jinyoung hopes, he hopes so hard that you will be sharing the same struggles. if only you knew how he lived without you. Rich or not it doesn’t matter; when you feel empty from the inside, nothing matters.

And you do, you say exactly what he dreads yet wishes to hear. These words confirm your feelings. Because if you were hurt it means you cared.

He hates to feel his stomach churn when you speak, he feels selfish and like a jerk, but he can’t do anything about it. 

“Because there was no point trying so hard without you.”

You’re destroying your own property. What you worked so hard on building crumbles like a sandcastle, fragile and threatening to break. You missed him, so much it was pointless forcing life into your body.

Jinyoung wants to sob, he wants to yell and thank the skies for allowing such a miracle to happen but he knows better than to act like a fool.

Why should it matter? His brain screams and manoeuvres his body on its own. He pulls you into a hug before you can ask what is wrong and sighs, he sighs so hard he almost becomes breathless. 

“I’m here now. If you let me be here you won’t have to try so hard. I promise.” 

Your worries are no strangers to him. There is this lingering thought, the one screaming about his family situation, the one you told him about last night, the one which is responsible for such a dramatic moment when it could have been much simpler. 

“No matter the outcome, I will never make you regret taking me back. I’m sorry you’ve been under so much pressure but I promise- hell I swear it will be worth it.” 

It makes you smile. The smile which holds feelings; the one you save for Jinyoung only. It was a terrible mistake, leaving Jinyoung was a terrible mistake.

“I’m sorry for being so stupid. I know I told you this last night, but you look like you need some confirmation that I still want this. I still want you, Jinyoung.” It’s a simple sentence but he needs to hear it. Reassurance is nothing but a luxury he can’t afford, right now. 

It has the perfect effect you think. Jinyoung’s face lights up, like the sun found his face and his instilling life onto his skin, turning the pale hue of a restless night into golden halo and pink mist.

“I love you. I love you so damn much.” 

It is useless to speak. Jinyoung doesn’t need to hear more anyways, for his hands are already grabbing your shoulders to pull you against him. He picks you up like a rag-doll, your weight nothing compared to what he has been carrying for the past month. 

You are not going to change your mind. You do want him back into your life. 

Jinyoung never really thought about when he became so dependent on someone’s attention and affection. He never pegged himself as the fool, the one living through the eyes of his lover. He has always been acting upon reason more than passion and would curse at whoever was to look pitiful for such mindless matters.

Here he is though, thankful for your heart and feeling privileged. He takes nothing for granted though; he is willing to fight for both his professional and personal future. If he can’t have both he already knows which one to leave behind.

And it’s definitely not his personal future.

You part from him between snuggles, almost tearing yourself and already craving the touch of nascent facial hair.  “You have to promise me though-”

“Yes. I promise. I will talk to my parents. If they can’t understand though, don’t blame me. Don’t give up on me for something even I would give up anytime.”

He hides his face into your neck, not strong enough to look into your eyes. The sword of Damocles feels heavy over his head. 

You grab his head, stopping his worst attempt at being manly. 

Your hands find his face, soft fingers cupping and framing his delicate face with a tenderness he was dying to experience again. “I won’t. No matter what, I won’t. I know you’re scared and you might even think I can break up with you anytime but I get it. I understand. I will not leave.”

Jinyoung feels a weight being lifted off his chest. Like someone literally took the stress, the apprehension, the inquietude and threw it away.

So he smiles, so bright his eyes transform into slits and dig wrinkles by their corners. His happiness is as stunning as his whole existence.

He doesn’t speak; dialogue is unnecessary when he can touch your scalp and tilt your head, words are bothering when they prevent him from kissing you the way he does, speaking is futile when his tongue can draw the feelings into your mouth.

You let him be, you heart hammering warnings of exalted bliss as he kisses you senselessly. 

It makes you groan, his warmth tickling your muscles and waking up your body. 

You grab his wrinkled t-shirt, craving the contact and yearning intimacy just as he pulls your top’s straps down. He lets his fingers dance on your skin, forming a path of goosebumps in their wake and drawing desire so easily it hurts you almost viscerally. 

He releases your mouth, his own reddish and swollen with neediness as evident as his affection. “I love you more than a month ago. I need you even more.”

The kisses are messy yet unhurried. Jinyoung takes his time through disorder, lips unable to follow a simple task and too eager to feel more. He sighs, his lips wandering freely over your own until they clamp around your tongue to suck on the flesh. 

It makes you shiver, jolts of electricity hitting your nerves so strongly it makes you jump against him, limbs uncontrollable. Jinyoung halts when he feels your nails scraping his nape. The feeling is still intact, it turns off every last bit of control he has.

It is now or never. He doesn’t want to jump on you, not right now, not when he wants to hear about a month he wasn’t part of; not when he wants to see his reflection in your iris. 

“Let’s eat.” His will power is stronger than he thinks when he finds the courage to strip himself off your presence, his hands leaving your skin and mouth turning cold from what is left of your essence on his fleshy skin. “Eat something and tell me about you. Tell me what you have been up to. I want to know everything.” 

You look disappointed but recover quickly, skin still on tenterhooks. “Alright..” You acquiesce, avoiding his prurient gaze. 

“Come on, I got you too much as usual.” Jinyoung explains, hand clasped around s in a possessive manner. He doesn’t leave your side, even when you gasp because there are way too many things on your minuscule table. 

He shrugs, not the least sorry. This is nothing, he could buy you a whole island if you asked. “I’ll bring what’s left to the office, don’t worry about the waste.”

It is foolish but it doesn’t bother you. Unconsciously you missed the feeling of intense and unshakeable love, the one responsible for Jinyoung’s folly. It screams comfort, it flatters your ego and makes you laugh, taking Jinyoung aback. 

“I’m glad to have you back.” You utter, happiness almost breaking into sadness. How could you think about living without him?

Jinyoung breaks into giggles, embarrassment blent with bliss. “Sit down, sugar.” 

The nickname blooms scarlet onto your cheeks; Jinyoung rarely uses this word unless he wants exclusive domination. And oh god how he loves the feeling.

Yet you cannot give up on a few retorts. “You were less of a show-off last night when you came, completely intoxicated.”

Jinyoung is too euphoric to take offense. He scoffs, instead. “How drunk was I? I remember everything, I don’t think I was that wasted. You’ve seen worse.”

“I had never seen you cry.” You conclude, making his face fall. It brings back memories of sorrow from times when he couldn’t accept his fate. He swallows heavily, the sound too loud and you can see it in his eyes, the silent plea.

Please don’t ever make me feel this desperate again.

“Alright,” You conclude, pulling on your joined hands to find your couch. A cup of coffee which you know must be your favourite is placed into your hand by your boyfriend who wasted no time letting your hand go to pull on your knee and stick your bodies together. 

“I’ll be fine as long as you stay next to me.”

And he kisses you again. 

[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH21

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 6, 707

- Author Note: I missed the date of posting new chapter again, okay so caught up with work :< aish, but it is okay i am updating now!

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Chapter 21

It was a long silence between them, neither the boys nor Seul dared to utter anything. To begin with, what was they supposed to say at first place. The Jungkook and Seul relationship or Jimin’s sudden outburst. As much as they wanted to bring Yoongi’s side of the story into the picture, they thought it was out of context. Yoongi’s issues had nothing to do with them, yet one of the reasons that trigger Jimin’s anger was related to Yoongi after all.

For once Namjoon had never feel burdened with the responsibility as the leader of BTS until today. Firstly, he had to unravel the tense between Jungkook, Jimin and Seul. The atmosphere between the four walls were suffocating him, and he could tell everyone felt the same. He held his breath for a long time before exhaling a deep sigh garnering everyone’s eyes on him “Alright. Let’s get thing straight” glancing at the maknae whom sat across him. Seul felt her heart being torn apart from this impromptu confrontation. To be frank, she was not ready to be questioned this way especially when it came to her and Jungkook status.

“Jung, is there something going on between you and Seul?” Namjoon probed. Gulping away her nervousness, Seul was being surrounded by a group of man who appeared to be very protective over the youngest member of their group. Yoongi looked like he was ready to swing his baseball bat and beat some shit outta Jungkook and Jimin. His eyes never left Seul ever since the scene at her workplace. Not that he cared, yet it was bothersome to be remembered by it. Learning the truth behind Jungkook’s disappearance at night stung his heart even more.

Jungkook is one step ahead him. Yoongi groaned in frustration.

Jungkook stammered “Seul and I…We became friends because I am their frequent customer there. I spent my time there to draw” he pressed his palms together searching for strength to face his members’ wrath.

“You become friends and as far as I am concern friends don’t kiss, that is too affectionate. What is the meaning behind those kiss? ” Jin leaned his back on the seat, tilting his head to take a good look of Seul expression. Now that they had came to this, he feared to hear the truth.

Jungkook and Seul relationship would be the beginning or the end of him.

Chewing her chapped lips, Seul fingers fidgeted unconsciously at the end of her pink sweater. Her rapid breathing was drawing Hoseok attention who appeared to sit just beside her, he leaned over whispering softly “Are you okay Seul? You don’t look good” his voice was as soft as his sunny smile. It managed to calm her down a little.

She nodded, squishing her eyes tight for a moment before opened it again only to be welcomed by Hoseok’s round eyes “I can manage this, thank you Hoseok” she flashed a weak smile. He returned to his seat with a small smile and gave his attention on Jungkook and Namjoon.

“What I know it was not a mistake. Those kisses are real. I…like Seul” Jungkook’s confession earned different reaction from the floor. Some were scoffing away, some were too dumbfounded to even react, and some were stayed frozen in their seat shooting Jungkook a judgemental look. That was not definitely in their dictionary. What changed Jungkook to be this confident and super determined of his own feelings?

Jungkook’s eyes met Seul confused one, making Jimin rolled his eyes in his seat. Salty Park Jimin about to open his mouth to say something, but his fellow 95 liner friend already jumped in “Do you see her as a woman, Jungkook? Someone that you wish to own” upon hearing Taehyung’s last word, Seul blushed madly. The thought of being owned by someone never occurred to her some more, the person is a member from famous idols of the century. Crazy as it sound Seul couldn’t stop her heart from making weird noise inside.

They only needed one nod from Jungkook to confirm everything, so they could make sense out from this situation. Jungkook had never been so open to them when it came to his own feelings. To witness the younger guy being bluntly honest about his inner feeling gave some sense of relief to the hyungs. Over the years Jungkook was known to be very introvert and he did not talk to strangers unless he felt comfortable with them. Jungkook had few friends in the industry like GOT7’s Yugyeom and Seventeen’s Mingyu yet it did not stop him to get out from his comfort zone. Part of them were grateful of his feeling for Seul, it was a good start for Jungkook to be more open to other options in life. However, it also worrisome considering it involved commitment and serious relationship.

Each of the members had a mixed feeling about this Jungkook liking Seul thing. To break it down, Namjoon main concerned was whether this relationship Jungkook plan to have with Seul is healthy. After his failed relationship with Hyemi, he did not want others to experience the pain of losing someone whom he thought important in life only to be left hanging without words. Not to mention as a leader and a brother of Jungkook, he did not want Jungkook to get hurt. Relationship involved commitment, was Jungkook ready to carry the burden on his shoulder?

Kim Seokjin. He was neutral. People couldn’t read through him as he always appears optimistic and positive to everyone. Internally he’s suffering from the confession. He did show his interest on Seul because their friendship started off pretty normal that involved no fight. Nowadays, Seokjin enjoyed Seul’s presence around him apart from his 92-line squad and his game squad, Jin had Seul to listen the worries that he had whenever he couldn’t talk it out with his members or other friends. Seul is a good listener. As he learnt that one of the members revealed his feeling openly to Seul, was this a sign to back off before things got complicated later on?

When it came to Hoseok, this was his second-time meeting Seul so he did not have any issues with her. He knew Seul was a nice girl and worth to be loved by many. She deserved all the love from the world. If there’s one thing that bothered Hoseok would be her genuine intention in befriending them. Not that Hoseok wanted to question her integrity, but the world is a scary place. They could not just bluntly trust people that they barely knew especially Seul. Even though she’s a daughter of Mrs Hwang their original caretaker whom treated them like their own son these past few years, they shouldn’t depend on that one factor only. It was a matter of fact that people could be toxic without they realized, just like Son Hyemi.

Sitting with his mouth sealed tight on the armrest was Taehyung. His expression did not give away any worries or emotions pertaining to this issue, but he still found it a little over the top for his sane mind to comprehend. Without doubt, he was attracted of Seul at first place became the reason why he snapped her picture and kept it on his night stand. That small crush that he had for Seul was still unclear, it needed to be shaped. Considering things had changed now, would it be better for him to eradicate this small crush he had for Seul before it became contagious to his heart? He did not want any heartbreak in the future wasn’t he.

Jimin on the other hand looked distressed in his seat. His protective instinct for Jungkook earlier on was soon replaced by annoyance. Annoyance of his own discomfort to the idea of there was another guy liking Seul and it happened to be Jungkook. The only difference between them, Jungkook had guts to sort his feeling out when he didn’t. That Jimin saw Seul more than just a friend was evident. But he refused to conform to the reality of life. It was a reticent, very private feeling which he had no intention to reveal just yet.

Yoongi was complicating things around him and his true feelings that he had for Seul. Everyone could literally see how possessive he was over Seul, yet he denied that fact at all cost. The fact that he used revenge to steal kisses from Seul, Yoongi was actually trying to confirm his own feeling. At first, he assumed it was a mere admiration towards Seul’s sassiness however it turned into something deeper not long after. He was dragging himself down into the deepest pit of the dark hole in his heart. Wanting to escape, yet he failed. As a result, Yoongi came out pretty hard and aggressive on Seul even though he wasn’t intended to hurt her. It came out neutral because he was not ready to embrace the truth. The truth might hit him a little hard on his face, so Yoongi was afraid to take the risk. With this Jungkook thing, Yoongi realized he must do something about this before too late.

“So, answer him, do you see Seul as a woman or is it a mere admiration?” Jin broke the long silence desperate to hear the answer though he’s not really keen of listening to it.

Nodding with a soft sigh “I see her as a woman and I like her because she is Seul” that was enough to melt Seul’s heart again as blush crept up warming her cheeks. Why was she being weak again? Now since they had settled with Jungkook, seven pair of eyes landed on her. She was in deep shit.

“Seul, do you know Jungkook is Jungkook?” the leader raised his eyebrow in question.

“No, I don’t. He was wearing mask 24/7 how do you expect me to notice that is him?” her voice broke a little due to the intensity that she felt inside her.

Jimin found the chance to butt in with a sarcastic remark “Funny thing is, you are a fan. How can you not know Jungkook even from his eyes?” he glowered.

Seul looked so piss as she glared at Jimin “Funny thing, I am not Jungkook’s fan. Neither of you are my favourite. How do you expect me to remember your eyes when I messed up your faces and names” the corner of Yoongi’s lips were tugged into a smirk. Ji Seul makes a comeback, as expected. He complimented in his head admiring her sassiness.

Pursing his lips sulkily, Jimin shook his head giving up on his argument with Seul already. She was impossible to beat especially when it involved to defending herself. Seul always know what to say.

Namjoon continued “Alright. You have no idea it is Jungkook, so you befriend him. Both of you become friend and Jungkook apparently reveal his feelings for you. How about your feelings? Do you like Jungkook that way?” upon hearing that question, Seul turned pale.

Taehyung scrutinized her expression with so much interest trying to read through her but to no avail. Would it be possible that she did not see Jungkook more than a friend? A spark of hope lightens his heart a little. Taehyung was up for any possibility.

“I repeat, do you like Jungkook more than just a friend?” Namjoon pressed. He was acting like a father-in-law making other cringe in their seat. Yoongi small eyes were watching Seul every little move, causing her to shift uncomfortably under his hard gaze. This did not work at all. She did not have the answers with her. Everything happened too fast.

Seul heaved a heavy sigh “I don’t know. I am not sure. My feelings for Jungkook are still ambiguous, I can’t exactly tell whether it is more than just a friend. It is still too early to decide it, I am sorry Jungkook” she threw an apologetic look at Jungkook.

He felt a heavy tug on his heart, but he managed to pull a soft smile on his face “Don’t be sorry Seul. I told you I don’t want to push you, we can still work on this” Seul bit her lower lips, lowering her gaze shyly. Jungkook would not give up on his feeling for Seul that easily. It took a lot of courage to embrace this new side of him, to give up on it just like that would be a waste.

“Someone got friend zoned” Hoseok joked to light up the mood.

“I AM NOT-“ “SHE ISNT-“ they were surprised to see Jungkook and Seul perfect timing. Seul’s cheeks turned into fifty shades of red realizing she was indirectly admitting to the fact that she was interested in Jungkook as well though she needed time to figure it out.

“You are reconsidering Jungkook’s feelings?” Taehyung’s eyes glimmered in curiosity.

Jungkook rubbed his neck, holding back his bunny smile “Yes I am. I need time. I am not used to this” Seul mumbled timidly. Jimin was hurt by her answers, now it was obvious Seul might end up liking Jungkook for real is he didn’t do anything about it.  What should he do again to fix this mess that he created?

“But, that doesn’t mean you have confirmed your true feelings for Jungkook right?” Yoongi’s hoarse voice baffled everyone. The older guy had chosen to keep his mouth shut all the time, hence to hear something coming from him was intimidating. Because after all, though Yoongi did not say it aloud about his feeling for Seul, all of them knew that guy had a thing for her. Jungkook realized it too. He had been stealing glance at Yoongi during their conversation, and his attention was on Seul most of the time.

Jungkook was not alone in this complicated battle. With Yoongi came into the picture, Jungkook was mentally ready to fight healthily.

“We can say that” not letting Yoongi’s stare penetrated her heart, Seul avoided his gaze at all cost.

Smiling with full of gratification, Yoongi arose from his seat “Then this conversation is over. That is all I need to hear” he gave one final look at Seul sending chill down her spine. She watched his body disappeared behind the door to his room leaving only six members around her.

“I am leaving too” muttering lowly, Jimin left the scene without saying much as Hoseok decided to tail him. He sensed something was wrong with Jimin, so he excused himself to investigate further. Taehyung followed not long after “I will see you later Seul..” he smiled warmly making his way stealthily to his room.

Jin was contemplating whether to be honest about his discomfort, in the end he chose to just shut it and give it a long thought before expressing it out. “Seul just stay over tonight, it is late. We don’t want you to walk in the dark alone. I will prepare the room for you” Jin stood up leaving the scene giving Seul no chance to protest. She grunted softly under her breath refusing the idea of staying over there today. Bad start.

Confused, Namjoon ran his fingers in his lock accompanied by a soft hum “Jungkook can you give us space? I need to talk with Seul alone” he turned to the younger guy that immediately nod with a small sigh.

Seul looked up with a small smile “Thank you Jungkook. Go rest” her sincerity made Jungkook fall head over heels for her again. A simple attention from Seul managed to crush another wall inside him, he craved for it.

“You too, see you in the morning. I hope. Good night Seul” his steps were heavy, even though this issue was settled due to the long talk, it still makes him nervous. After making sure Jungkook was nowhere to be seen around them, Namjoon shifted his attention back on the drained girl in front of him. His heart softened as his eyes landed on Seul’s distressed face.  

“Seul-ah I won’t stop you or Jungkook. It is up to both of you to decide. Remember, if you hurt Jungkook you will have to face me. Do not give him a false hope even though it is okay for both of you to consider the options in front of you. I don’t want to see Jungkook broken-hearted”

“And, I have to warn you before things get out of hand. It is not just Jungkook’s feelings matter in this but others too. I can see another person in the room who actually like you just as much” Seul blinked with an unreadable expression.

“What do you mean by that” she retorted in disbelief. Did Namjoon just imply there were other BTS members liking her other than Jungkook? How was this even real? Seul felt so unreal at the moment. The impossibility only happened in dramas or movies. Since this occurred to her, she had no idea how to react to it.

Namjoon pressed his lips into thin line “You will find out soon. I am not the one who should tell you that. Just, make sure to not hurt anyone or yourself Seul-ah. Love is a scary thing. It is complicated. You can’t stop your feelings from loving someone, so give it a chance. Give the person a chance. Then you decide” he hinted.

“I am sorry Namjoon for causing this mess. I hope you are not being too hard on Jimin, he is right to doubt me. You guys barely knew me, so I understood Jimin. Even though part of me wanted to hit him hard for calling me a bitch. How dare he called me that” she grinded her teeth showing of her resentment over Jimin’s choice of word.

Chuckling softly, Namjoon nodded with an amused face “Don’t worry about Jimin. We fought a lot, then we made up the next day. This was nothing. Forgive Jimin and his foul mouth, he could be a little too vulgar when he got angry”

“He is protecting Jungkook that is normal. Your bonds are too strong even I couldn’t break that. I am glad Jimin decided to cuss at me instead of letting it slip off from his mind. That shows how much he cared for his members” she threw the compliments earnestly. It was true, it offended her, but she tried to see the bigger picture of it.

Namjoon had a proud smile on his face to hear someone admiring their brotherhood. It made him realized their bonds were no joke and he mentally agreed to Seul’s words. The tense in the room was diminishing and Seul finally able to breathe normally. Jin approached the two “The room is ready Seul, you should rest. I have prepared clean sweat and shirt on the bed for you to change. Don’t worry it is new, wear it” he beamed.

“Can i… not stay? This is uncomfortable” she murmured.

“What nonsense is that. No way, it is 4 in the morning. Just stay, we won’t let you go home at this time” Namjoon voice was stern and dominating. No wonder he’s the leader.

Seul eyes quivered uncomfortably, showing off her concern about the idea of a girl staying in an idol house “I don’t want to get caught by your manager, that would be bad. They have no idea about me replacing my mother” she tried to make up excuses to escape this place.

“We will be leaving around 10 for practice so, hyung won’t be here until the schedule. Don’t worry, leave before that” Jin showed no sign of giving up too, cornering the latter in process. “Just stay Seul, you don’t want to wear yourself out at work later. Go get some rest, the room is down the hall, just across Jimin and Hoseok” he gave a light pat on her head.

Seul finally gave in and nodded “Fine, I will stay just because I feel bad for what happened today. Thank you Jin. Good night both of you” she bid them a good night and made her way cautiously to the guest room.

Ji Seul, what will change after today. Seul made a mental note on it and decided to call it a day. She deserved a long rest after the therapy talk with Namjoon.

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Tossing her body under the duvet, Seul found it was hard to fall asleep. It must be due to the new surroundings, with that she sat up groggily leaving the queen size bed for a moment to get warm drinks for herself. The hallway was quiet and dead, and she was sure the boys were already asleep at this time.

Seul glanced at the clock on the wall and muttered “It is just 5, ugh” she hugged her body, dragging her lazy feet to the kitchen. She made herself a hot cocoa in hope after this she could shut her eyes for two hours before sun rose again.

As she was about to leave with a cup of cocoa in her hand, she saw light flooding out from the open door of one of the rooms. She walked silently towards the source of light making sure her feet on the ground did not produce any unwanted sound.  The room was a private lounge room for the boys to chill when they have times, it was decorated with music equipment at the corner, book shelves and a small purple billiard table. Across the book shelves there was a L-shape sofa to complete the room.

Seul peeked her head a little searching for familiar faces inside but only to be welcomed by an empty room. Straighten herself back to her original trance, she reached out for the switch light to turn it off. To her sheer surprise, a pair of hand wrapped securely around her wrist preventing her from moving. Startled, Seul’s eyes searched from the owner of the hand who stood few steps from her.

“Jimin…” she exhaled.

Jimin’s eyes looked sleepily and there were few strands of hair stuck out making him to appear super cute. To top that, he was wearing a cute blue pyjama with stars and moon design printed on it. Seul mentally judging Jimin’s appearance as well as trying to get a hold of herself from fangirling over this look.

“Can’t sleep?” he signalled the drinks in her hand with a flat smile.

“Yes.. do you want some I can make you one?” she offered.

Declining it politely, Jimin brought Seul’s hand down and looked at her way a little too intense. Her breath hitched in process like it was about to pop off any second by now “We can share” he suggested.

“Urm..Sure…” Jimin tugged her  hand softly, bringing her inside the room to the sofa. Both of them sat down awkwardly side by side, and it made her felt uneasy. Jimin held back his tongue finding a perfect word to start this conversation. He couldn’t sleep because the guilt was slowly eating him up. He had a hard time to get Seul out of his mind.

Licking his lower lips, Jimin fisted his pyjama stealing glance at Seul’s side profile that never ceased to amaze him. A soft smile crept on his face, but as soon as their eyes locked, it rendered him speechless. Words that came out from Seul’s mouth only went pass through him, his attention was on her soft lips. The stain of hot cocoa at the corner of her lips made his mind went wild for a moment. He had to urge to kiss her but quickly shrug the thought off from his mind.

“Jimin..I said, do you want to take a sip?” her brows quirked in confusion.

Jimin removed the mug from her hand and took a long sip of the hot drinks without looking at her. It was not his intention to have a weird thought on Seul, yet he couldn’t help but to think that way. His hand was shaking a little, and his grip on the mug was about to slip off but Seul fast reflex avoided any accident happen.

She sat the mug down on the coffee table, sending a worried glance at Jimin “Jimin are you alright?” she whispered. Seul touched his forehead with the back of her hand, flustering Jimin even more “I..am alright… Just cold…” he coughed away the lump on his throat.

“Do you want me to turn on the heater?” Seul was about to get up until she felt him holding her down not allowing her to move even an inch. She blushed at the closeness of their face and body. Watching her this up close caused uproar in his heart, his eyes travelled from her eyes to her cute nose down to her lips again.

Jimin ran his hand to her jaw, giving a soft trace around the skin that tingled her heart. She held back her own heavy breathing, letting her eyes roamed freely on Jimin’s face. He stroked his thumb over her lips, stroking it effortlessly slow caused the latter to mewl a little under his magic touch.

Seul was aware, she’s supposed to be upset of Jimin. They hadn’t talk about what happened at the café, and it was so wrong to be this close to each other. Where was the tense between them again? How could it diminish that easily?

Her eyes fluttered open upon feeling Jimin strong gaze on her, and she was indeed right. Jimin eyes sparked under the light, looking dashing as always even without his makeup. He would always appear beautiful in front of her. Resting his forehead against Seul, he murmured awfully low “Seul-ah..I am sorry..for everything” it surprised her once again. Wow, Jimin is full of surprise.

“I didn’t mean to yell at you or call you with those horrible names. I was protecting Jungkook and..myself I guess..It was hard to admit to my own feeling Seul-ah” he continued.

Protecting himself? Seul flinched.

Seul smiled meekly as her fingers unconsciously tangled with his free hand on his lap, fiddling around casually “I understand. And I want to apologize too. It is my fault that this happen. You have the right to question me, because I am a stranger. Just don’t call me bitch, I really hated it” her lower lips puckered out a little showing her protest.

Jimin’s soft chuckle ease the tension that she felt earlier with him “I need to control my anger next time. I am sorry that I vent it out on you. In fact, I have something to tell you Seul” Seul face fell with anticipation.

What else would she hear today?

“Seul-ah” he called out softly, sitting up straight.

For the umpteenth time today, Seul’s face started to lose its colour again.

Interlacing their hand together, Jimin took a deep breath before breaking the eerie silence again “Since it come to this, I will play it fair beside Jungkook” he professed.

“What do you mean by that” she looked at him clueless.

“I see you as a woman...”

“……..”

“I like you a lot Seul. More than you imagine. This feeling is torturing me” Seul lips quivered letting the emotions overflowed her. Then it hit him hard, so this was the thing that Namjoon hinted her earlier. Jimin was another someone in BTS who had similar feelings as Jungkook.

Seul squeaked “Jimin..I…don’t know, it is just-“ he hushed her, shaking his head slowly.

“Don’t… I want to play it fair as I mention. You don’t get to decide now. We will give this thing a time. I don’t mind, as long as you allow me to show my genuine feelings for you. Will you?”

“Jimin..I might not be worth fighting for” she looked down on their intertwined hands, giving him a soft squish.

He sighed “Yes you are. I deny my feelings enough Seul and I am not doing that again. It only hurts you and I. That is not worth it,  I am embracing my feelings that I have for you. Let me fight along with Jungkook” Seul heaved a tired sigh.

“I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want Jungkook to get hurt. What if, this only bring pain rather than happiness?” she expressed her worries. Even though, it was indeed true you couldn’t stop yourself from falling in love, but this issue was more than just that. It involved a lot of thing.

“We will manage that. I talked this out with Jungkook”

Her eyes rounded in sheer surprise “You did? When?” she inquired.

“Urm… as soon as the talk with Namjoon hyung ended. Jungkook is more than just a friend, he is my family. We talked about this. Seul, it is not like we plan to fall in love with the same person. It is coincidence. We will be able to manage this without hatred” Jimin convinced.

Seul needed a moment to decipher this whole thing. The idea of being in the middle of Jimin and Jungkook was so bad making her unsure of herself. If this only involved these two guys then it would be fine to her, but what if someone else resurfaced and professed the same thing, like Yoongi. She shrugged off the thought of the possibility being fight over again by another member.

“Jimin..I am not sure, I am scared of the future”

“Then lets live the present, that is important. Do not think about the future”

“At the end of the day, I will still have to choose” she protested.

“And when that day come, we will ready our heart Seul-ah. It is long way to go, do not let the future hold us back” he whispered, caressing her cheeks lovingly.

It never dawns on her to experience this kind of thing this year, what a mess. Did her decision to replace her mother as BTS Caretaker only to cause chaos rather than promoting peace?

Seul sighed, resting her head against his shoulder seeking for comfort and warmth. This thing was draining her energy, she felt numb. Jimin wrapped his arm automatically around her shoulder, bringing her close to his chest “I am sorry if this is too much for you to handle Seul” he rubbed his arm, planting soft kiss on top of her head.

Curling up in his embrace, Seul buried her face at the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet manly scent “I am sorry that I can’t give both of you the answer that you want” she mumbled against his skin.

“Why are you sorry? We don’t need the answers now, we only need your presence around us. That is enough” he soothed his lock, smiling ear to ear at their close proximity. He had been dreaming doing this thing with Seul, having her in her arms and cuddling on the sofa. It felt unreal.

“Thank you Seul..”

“And what is that for?”

“For existing and allowing me to experience this”

Seul smiled to herself “That line is so cliché Jim. And, thank you for having that kind of feeling for me. ” he beamed. Jimin locked his arms around her tighter, nuzzling her hair in process. Whatever it takes, Jimin would never deny his true feelings anymore. He’s willing to see how far this could go. Only that he was not able to see what the future beholds, it never stops him.

Her lids started to grow heavy, and she found herself enjoying Jimin’s warmth around her. Was this a start of everything? She did question herself what change after today. Guess, Seul had to live with the fact that in one day she received two confessions from an unexpected male.

Her life was about to get interesting.

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When Jimin woke up it was eight in the morning, they had cuddled on the couch and fallen asleep. Jimin smiled to himself admiring Seul’s sleeping face, he felt a warmth that he never experiences before. Seul looked exhausted and calm in his embrace. His moist lips landed on top of her head to get her to wake up.

Few minutes later, she roused herself and with her eyes perfectly shut, he could see her sweet smile on her face “Did we fell asleep here?” she stretched a little, burying her face shyly in his chest.

Jimin chuckled, stroking her back gently “Yes, but we did get a good sleep anyway” Seul nodded and sat up followed by Jimin afterwards. As soon as her eyes landed on Jimin’s morning hair, she giggled and leaned closer. Raking her fingers in his soft lock, she stroked it gently, fixing it a little while Jimin was too busy staring at her.

“There you are set to go” she exclaimed. Her chirpy voice lightens up his world, what a good way to start a new day. “Oh shoot, it is late I need to clean the house and prepare you guys breakfast. I hope Jin is not awake yet” she combed her hair getting ready to leave.

“You go out first I will come out later. You don’t want to be bombarded by questions this early” he pinched her nose. Scrunching her nose cutely, she gave in with the idea. Seul arose from her feet and as she was about to leave, she skipped quickly to his side.

Dazed Jimin gave her a questionable look, she closed the gap between them, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He turned giddy over it and she heard her whisper “You said to give both of you a chance. So, I am giving both of you a chance. Good morning Jimin” with those last word, she skidded outside the room with a bright pink face.

Jimin buried himself once again under the soft blanket, letting himself fanboying over this small tingly feeling that he had this early. He would never regret his decision. Just like he said, he would only live the present for now. The future was still far ahead, anything could happen until then. If he worries the future now, it would be no fun in dealing with his every day’s life.

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Jin blinked at the figure who just walked pass him and he called her out before she could disappear further “Seul, you are awake?” she jolted and turned to face Jin nervously.

“Are you awake already? I am so sorry, I overslept Jin. Let me prepare the breakfast!” she walked over to Jin with guilt.

“Hey don’t worry Seul. It is my duty. Today, I want you to eat my cooking. May I know why are you coming out from that way?” he blinked, taking a good look at Seul’s flushed face.

Seul rubbed her arms, trying to find perfect answers which did not sound suspicious “I couldn’t sleep yesterday. I stayed in the lounge until I fell asleep” Jin lips was formed into an ‘o’ shape with a bright smile.

“Good morning hyu-“Jimin cleared his throat realizing the older guy had woken up and was interrogating Seul. She cursed in her head in frustration when she heard Jimin’s voice boomed across the hall. That called for another trouble.

Jin eyed the two suspiciously “And why are you not in your room, may I ask?” he probed with a hint of jealousy.

“I…fall asleep in Jungkook’s room.. We got carried away and we really had a long talk” he lied. Jimin and Seul exchanged nervous glance as both of them felt their brain momentarily froze due to Jin’s sudden appearance this morning.

“Really? Hurm.. Okay then.. go wash up and wake up others” a sigh of relief escaped from their lips. Jin bought it and that was good enough. Fleeing from the scene, Jimin quickly entered his room before he could ask him more question.

Jin travelled his eyes to Seul “You too go wash up. I will prepare breakfast for us alright?” he hushed her out from his territory causing the girl to pout in protest. She complied to Jin’s request anyways because after all, he almost caught her red handed a few second ago. How awful would it be if Jin found out Jimin and her fell asleep on the couch together?

Everyone was in the dining room an hour later, and for some reason the thick atmosphere was no longer there. Instead, the breakfast turned out to be lively and filled with laughter from every corner. The boys made Seul felt comfortable and she was grateful none of them brought up the sensitive topic anymore. So, they had decided to follow the flow and not to pressure themselves over petty things. Since Jimin and Jungkook had decided to play it nicely, there was nothing to be worried off.

Hoseok on the other hand had the time of his life, goofing around with Seul which she enjoyed every second the guy cracked his silly jokes. In fact, Kim Taehyung also showed his silly side making everyone cringe at his randomness. Everyone had opened up to each other and to have Seul in the picture gave more colours to their already meaningful life. After breakfast, Seul cleaned up the place like she usually does but only this time the boys offered their hands to help.

No matter how much she insisted of doing it alone, they were all stubborn. They only allowed her to do the laundry and cleaned the living room and their private lounge. Namjoon ordered his members to clean their own room which they complied without any complain. Even for the lazy bum Jungkook, surprisingly he was the first one to finish off the cleaning. Therefore, he went to Seul helping her with the laundry.

She had given up to nag or show her protest, so she let the boy to help. In exchanged of that, Seul had a good chat with Jungkook. It felt better to have conversation with Jungkook without his mask on. This felt too real to be truth, but this guy was down to earth. Every Bangtan members was not as snobby as she thought they appeared to be. They were not just effortlessly beautiful, but they were kind and relatable.

Relatable, that was the perfect way to describe them.

After good one-hour spring cleaning with Bangtan, they were ready to leave for their practice. Seul too was getting ready to leave for work, she bowed showing off her gratitude for letting her stay over a day “Thank you for letting me stay” she smiled.

“Need I to remind you this is your workplace too. Don’t be formal. We are glad to have you around” Jin ruffled her hair only to receive a low protest from Seul. She shot him a glare for messing up her hair. Jin raised his hand in defeat and shrugged.

“It is fun to clean the dorm with you Seul. Will we be able to meet you again next time?” Taehyung had a big fat smile across his face causing to squeal over his cuteness. “Of course, there will always be next time” she jabbed his arm playfully.

“Leave before your manager come up hunting you down. Have a good day ahead everyone” she waved as she watched one by one of them leaving. Jungkook gave her a brief hug with a wink, causing her to blush instantly.

She deadpanned mentally, trying to get used to his affection towards him.

Yoongi was fall behind and the sight in front of him, annoyed him to the core. He shoved his hand in his pocket pulling out a small paper resembled the sticky note. Scrutinizing his straight face, Seul looked down on her hand when he slipped the note on her palm.

“What is this?”

“Tomorrow, 4PM. Bungee jumping. It is a date” he dashed off without saying more. Seul gawked not believing what she just heard few seconds ago. Did Yoongi just ask her out for a date? It came to her realization; the small note was an admission ticket to the bungee jumping thing.

Does it mean, it isn’t just Jimin. Yoongi too? She grunted under her sharp breath. Seul was making sense out of this again. How was it possible to have three guys chasing after her fragile heart?

   This work belongs to  Chimswae © 2020. All Rights Reserved

[wyattvsmusic]

Logic - No Pressure ALBUM REVIEW

Logic receives an unnecessary amount of hate. You simply can’t deny his ability to rap his ass off. I do understand certain criticisms about him but most of the time it’s people saying he’s always talking about being biracial which was literally just a few songs one album and referencing that album on other songs.  Although I’m a huge fan, Logic’s recent releases haven’t really gone over too well with me. Aside from a few songs, Confessions Of A Dangerous Mind was a major dud and I hated the Supermarket soundtrack but I didn’t read the book that it’s connected to so my criticisms of that album aren’t really valid. The last Logic album I loved was YSIV which was definitely a return to form from some of the wack stuff that was on Bobby Tarantino II. I respect Logic for trying to do different things but most of the time, it didn’t end up working that well. When I saw the title and cover for No Pressure, I felt both excited and worried. I was excited to see Logic working with No ID again who executive produced his first album, Under Pressure. Seeing song titles like Growing Pains 4 and Soul Food II also excited me. I was worried because if this is indeed his last album, I did’t want Logic to end on a bad note, which he definitely doesn’t because this album is excellent. The intro did a great job setting the tone for the project where Logic is just spitting. I love Hit My Line a lot, especially the production. That drum break is the same one that Tyler, The Creator used for IGOR’S THEME. This leads me to one of the criticisms I see about Logic where people claim he’s a biter. I have seen some similarities in the production of Logic songs that sound like other people’s songs but Hip Hop is a genre where people constantly use the same samples as other artists and every artist puts their own spin on them. Logic definitely shows us who his influences are as Under Pressure was heavily influenced by Kendrick Lamar and you can hear the Kanye West influence in his production style. Logic doesn’t necessarily have a signature sound but he does have a signature rap style that has influenced a lot of younger rappers. It’s weird to me that when a rapper like Kendrick shows how well he can try doing other artists’ sounds like with DAMN., he gets praised but when Logic does something similar, he gets shat on. I do understand it because DAMN. is miles above the Bobby Tarantinos but the criticism shouldn’t just apply to Logic. Speaking of sampling, you can hear the samples of OutKast’s Elevators and SpottieOttie as well as Tarika Blue’s Dreamflower which is most known for being sampled on Erykah Badu’s Didn’t Cha Know. I also saw this as an homage to J. Cole who is one of Logic’s favorites as Cole used the same sample for Too Deep For The Intro. I’ve said this in many of my other reviews but the only criticism I have about this album is that I don’t love it when artists use such a legendary sample and don’t do enough to it to make it your own. It’s not that big of an issue though because GP4 and man i is are great songs and Logic got his start by rapping over old school hip hop beats and making them sound new again on the Young Sinatra mixtapes so I thought it was similar to that. Logic’s rap style has always consisted of great flows but on this album, we get some of the best and most creative punchlines that he’s ever come up with. On Soul Food II, Logic returns to the slightly reworked beat of Soul Food from Under Pressue to give us some sick bars while also showing us how his outlook on the rap game has changed so much since part 1. One of my favorites lines on the song is “feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth,” which references Once Upon A Time In Hollywood directed by Tarantino, who is one of Logic’s biggest inspirations. Another great scheme was when he said “livin' my life backward like Tariq on Undun / And now they wonder how I got over son (Do you want more?)” Super clever because it ties in three album titles from The Roots, specifically Undun which brilliantly tells a story in reverse order (classic imo). One thing I also love about this song is that it recaps, reveals and clarifies more information about the story of Thomas and Kai from The Incredible True Story and what happened in the story since that album has dropped. DadBod is one of my favorite songs on the album because it’s a more mature Logic and shows his current life instead of reflecting on his past one and also explains his reason for retiring. The hook is so laidback and doesn’t sound forced at all. I also love the Pac Div shoutout. On this song, he talks about his married life and fatherhood and the line he had where he said “I love my wife like I am Chance” made me laugh out loud. The third verse of this song stands out for multiple reasons. He raps, “They say that that boy done changed / He don't rap about his everyday life, he ain't the same / Goddamn, already had a hard life once / Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts?” I love it when rappers show growth and progression and don’t talk about the same things over and over unless they choose to of course which is also fine with me but I also loved how he was basically like you want my everyday life? Here you go, here’s my day where I feed my son and shop at Target and then says “Is this want you wanted, everyday life material? / I'm not a kid anymore and be sure shit's boring.” I love the song 5 Hooks. The chopped up Toro y Moi sample was fantastic and he started it off with “It's what you all been waitin' for, ain't it? / This No Pressure shit kinda got us reacquainted” which is so true because this is the album that the day one Logic fans have been waiting for and this is the album we wanted. The line where he said “No I.D. my mentor, but it's time for the story’s end" as opposed to “let the story begin” really hit me too. The beat switch was hard and I loved his verse and the way he was flowing on there too. Dark Place was an interesting change of pace and it also explained his other reasons for retirement which is that he was depressed and lost his confidence in himself. Being scrutinized all the time for no reason takes a toll on a person. He also talked about how the criticism affected his love for making music and why he doesn’t go on social media. He talked about this on the Confessions title track but it brought me back to a line on Aquarius III where he said “Off the internet, that's when I'm at my happiest / Scrolling so much, my thumb fucked up / We call that carpal tunnel vision.” I have never found rhyming letters impressive unless you find a really creative way to do it and that’s what he did with A2Z. I was not disappointed at all. Logic is not the first rapper to use the entire alphabet in a song but he may have done it the best. Both Heard Em Say and Amen made for an amazing send off if it is indeed the end of Logic’s rap career (I sincerely doubt it). One thing that was super interesting to me about Amen and Obediently Yours is that it’s supposed to be Ultra 85 which Logic had been teasing as his final album for many years. These two songs being Ultra 85 or Ultra 85 being the end to Thomas and Kai’s story as well as Logic’s rap career makes perfect sense to me. No Pressure is everything I wanted Logic’s final album to be, especially because it’s called No Pressure. It’s definitely one of his best albums to date and made for a worthy sequel and final album. 

Fav Tracks: Hit My Line, Celebration, Soul Food II, DadBod, 5 Hooks, Amen

[samoyeddaniel-blog]

Christmas Tree | Boyfriend! Ong Seong Woo - Christmas Special 🎄

genre: fluff

member: Ong Seongwoo

requested: no

a/n: it's 12 am KST already so merry christmas everyone! Hope you all have a great time today! 🎄 I'm just starting to recover from the bad news and write again so I'm not sure whether I'll be as active as before but I'll try to update as soon as I can! Request is always open, but I might take a long time to finish them and I might not do it in order, so I hope you understand! Don't worry, I'll try my best to finish all requests unless stated otherwise! And thank you so much for 600+ followers!

summary: you and your boyfriend were decorating a christmas tree together and giving each other a surprise.

"Babe, what do you want for christmas?" you asked Seongwoo as you saw him entering the apartment you two shared.

You'd been living with your boyfriend, Seongwoo, for quite a while now. It'd been over five years since you'd been together and being with him became as natural as breathing. Although you saw each other everyday, you still missed him whenever he left the house. You thought that it would be impossible to fall deeper for him, but you did love him more and more each day.

Seongwoo walked through the doorway and hung his coat at the coat hanger by the entrance before coming to you and giving you a loving peck. You smiled at his sweet gesture; he never failed to make you smile. Sitting down at the dinner table, the two of you were having a meal together, eating the food that you had prepared.

"So, you haven't answered my question," you asked again after taking a bite of your food, knowing that Seongwoo had been distracted with your cooking.

"Ah, christmas present?" Seongwoo frowned and hummed while he was pondering. "Nothing. A dinner with you like this is more than enough. What about you? What do you want for christmas?"

You pouted, not satisfied with his answer. You wanted to make this christmas memorable, because you were worried he would find your relationship boring and monotone, since you basically did the same thing every day and every year. Seongwoo liked to keep everything simple, but still, you wanted to do something fun with him. You wanted to make beautiful memories together, to make something special, so you two would laugh when you thought back about it.

And an idea crossed your mind.

"How about decorating christmas tree?" you asked excitedly. "We've never done that!"

Raising a brow, Seongwoo said, "We can just buy the already decorated one from the store if you want. Decorating a tree sounds tiring."

You felt a slight disappointment at his remark and mumbled, "I just thought that we might be able to have some fun together. But it's fine if you want us to celebrate christmas like usual."

Hiding your disappointed expression, you lowered your gaze and continued eating your dinner. You knew that Seongwoo didn't like doing troublesome things. You had expected him to say no, yet you asked him anyway, in case he changed his mind. But you just hadn't expected his rejection would disappoint you this much.

You lifted your gaze up when you heard Seongwoo put down his chopsticks. He studied your face for a few seconds and sighed.

"Alright. Let's do it," Seongwoo finally said after a minute of silence.

"Do what?" you asked, unsure of what he meant.

"You said you want to decorate christmas tree?" Seongwoo said and smiled warmly, melting your heart. "We can do that. It's better than doing nothing on christmas day anyway, right?"

A smile formed on your face. This was the reason why you loved Seongwoo so much. He totally understood you and put you first before himself. You were really lucky to have a very nice boyfriend like him. Sometimes, you even felt you didn't deserve him because he's too kind for you. But whenever you mentioned that to him, he would get angry and scold you for thinking like that. So you just shook off the thoughts, grateful that you had him by your side.

"I love you so much, Seongwoo!" you exclaimed while giggling, confessing your feelings to him. You just wanted to tease him because he would always be flustered everytime you confessed your love to him out loud and you found him cute.

As expected, Seongwoo laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Suddenly?"

You pouted jokingly. "Why? I really do love you and I would say it as many times as I want. I love you. I love you. I love-"

"Alright, alright," Seongwoo cut you off out of embarrassment and muttered, "I love you too." He then said quickly, "Now I think we should finish our dinner and head out to buy the tree and its decorations. It's getting late."

You couldn't help but laugh at your boyfriend's cute reaction at your love confession. He's bad at displaying affection openly, so you took the role of displaying affection instead. Though you might have done it too often only to see his reactions.

Your christmas tree shopping was cut short because Seongwoo wanted to just quickly get it over with. You didn't take long anyway because you only bought plain christmas tree and a few random christmas decoration packs. After shopping for decorating christmas tree, you suggested that both of you bought something for each other for christmas present.

"Didn't I just say that I don't want anything for christmas?" Seongwoo said, clearly disagreeing with your idea.

You gently tugged his arm. "Oh come on, babe. It can be anything. You can just buy some random things in the store and I will still like them."

Being persuaded by you for the second time this day, Seongwoo gave in. "Okay, anything is fine, right?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "Sure! I'll love anything you give me."

The two of you split up to find a christmas present for each other. You couldn't think of anything that he needed at the moment, so you bought a couple of necklaces which each had a half heart pendant. Saving one for yourself, you planned to give the other one to him.

You waited for Seongwoo in front of the christmas tree store, hiding the necklaces inside your coat pocket. Soon after, he came back, seeming like he didn't carry anything. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously and he only shrugged in return.

When it was christmas day, the two of you stayed in the living room, unpacking the christmas tree and the decorations. More exactly, you were the only one busy unpacking while Seongwoo was lazing around on the couch, reading some webtoons on his phone.

You sighed and shook your head at your boyfriend. "Seongwoo, I thought we're doing this together."

Seongwoo laughed apologetically and shoved his phone into his pocket. "Sorry. What should I do?"

You pointed at the tree. "You can start with assembling the christmas tree. I will organize the decorations. How big is your present?"

"Why?" Instead of answering, Seongwoo asked you back, failing to understand your intention.

You held up an ornament which looked like a small red gift box and its lid could actually be opened. "I have an idea to make this interesting. So can your present fit in this box? Mine can."

"Mine too," Seongwoo answered, making you even more curious with what he had bought for you.

"Great!" you exclaimed passionately. "You can just put it inside one of the red boxes. I'll put yours in one of the green ones. Then we'll mix them together with the remaining empty boxes. That'll make it a bit more exciting, don't you think?"

Seongwoo laughed, looking at how you got all worked up about the presents. "All of this is new for us. Everything seems exciting. I'm beginning to understand why you want to do it differently."

Relieved that he liked your idea, you grinned widely. "See? I told you it'll be fun!"

You proceeded with putting his necklace inside one of the green boxes and mixed it with the others before hanging them on the tree. Seongwoo did the same and hung the red boxes as well. Then you played rock-paper-scissors with him and you won, so he had to open the present first. But he was so lucky that he found his present on one try. It was no fun since the purpose of the simple game was to build excitement from the fake boxes until you found the real one. So you pouted at him and he only stuck out his tongue playfully in response.

Seongwoo opened the box and looked confused when he saw the necklace. "Why is it half heart?"

You showed him yours, which was hanging around your neck. "Because the other half is here." And you couldn't hold yourself back from teasing him with a wink. "Love you, handsome."

Seongwoo visibly cringed at your words. "Stop it, you dork. Thanks, by the way. It's pretty." He asked you to help him wear the necklace, which you did.

Then it's your turn to open the present. It took you a bit longer since you had to search every red box, muttering why you were so unlucky that you literally had to check each one of them. Seongwoo only laughed at you, watching you from the couch, as you tiptoed to reach the highest box.

It was the last box, so you were sure it was the present. But you didn't expect to find a ring with a post-it note on it when you opened the box. You instantly cried after reading the note.

Hey beautiful, will you marry me?

Seongwoo smiled and approached you after seeing you crying. He took the ring from your hand and kneeled, though he looked like he tried so hard not to avoid your eyes. Clearing his throat, he said, "I know I might not be the best for you, but I love you so much and I want you by my side for the rest of my life." He paused, hesitating. "And I know you like this kind of thing, so I'll do it just this time for you." He took a deep breath. "Hey beautiful, will you marry me?"

Totally unexpected, you couldn't stop yourself from crying out of joy. "The answer is obvious. Of course it's a yes. Yes, I do, handsome."

Grinning from ear to ear, Seongwoo stood back up and put the ring around your finger. "Also, merry christmas. And I hope you'll stop calling me that. It's embarrassing."

"Sorry, handsome. But you'll be stuck hearing that for the rest of our life together," you teased him. "Merry christmas to you too. This is the best christmas present ever. Thank you, babe. I love you."

Seongwoo winced at your first sentence, but then he smiled warmly. "Love you too, my future wife."

[justtextmeoppa]

❝ Do you really love him? ❞

Plot: You’re dating BamBam but he starts to become possessive. You break up with him and after several years you two meet again, but you’re in love with Yoongi. 

Pairing: Bambam x Reader - Yoongi x Reader

Words count: 3,2k+

Genre: Angst

For @ kim-hye-bul, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif aren’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

"Do you want to be my girlfriend??"  

That phrase echoed into your head, making you just shiver. It was only seven months after that sentence, by one of the happiest and most loving moments of all time, but not everything had gone as you expected.  

Kunpimook had been the most unbridled suitor. He had spent almost four months flirting with you, for to have a yes. He knew the reasons for your behavior, after your last relationship your confidence in the male gender had fallen drastically.  

But he had not paid much attention to that and you saw it into his eyes. As he looked at you and just wanted you to be happy, that you were genuinely quiet with everything around you.  Yet he had not renounced. Messages, moments spent together because of the work that joined you, chats that lasted even hours.  

You were able to see that sweetness and insecurity that he hid behind many of his attitudes and maybe it was just that to make you, after four months, say yes.  

Your first date had been as simple as it was quiet. Not being able to really get out, due to the possibility of being seen by his fans, you had simply built a pillow fort on the roof of your house and you two had spent the evening watching the stars, eating pizza and talking about anything.  

You were happy.  

His first "I Love You" had arrived unexpectedly, for both of us. His shocked gaze when that confession had accidentally escaped from his mouth had made you realize that he had to feel those feelings for a while, but maybe he was too scared to get you out if he told you.  

Maybe it was the time when everything had changed.  

You watched your reflection in the mirror, the dark circles to remind you that they were days you couldn't sleep well. The work was tiring, but it was the only way to be able to somehow escape his constant oppression.  

Touching the reflective surface, your fingers almost trembled at the feeling of cold glass against the warmth of your fingertips, you started asking yourself if all that suffering was worth the game that has been going on for more than two months.  

Your love for that boy so sweet and kind was worth the suffering that ate you alive? That suffering that he himself was giving you, consciously or unless it was?  

"Where are you going?"  

His voice caught you by surprise and your thoughts deviated totally, while a slight shiver crossed your back remembering you that your answer would not have liked.  

"It's for work, Bam.. I have to attend an evening as a host. "  

"Who will be there?"  

"My colleague will be Seventeen's Seungcheol-ssi, you know him, right?"  

You couldn't let the flicker fade out of your voice and he noticed, arched an eyebrow and stroked his lower lip with grace. You were conscious of what was happening into his mind, the script was always the same for weeks now. You couldn't blame him, though, you blamed his insecurities that he's kept hiding.  

Sighing you turned back towards the mirror, giving him your shoulders, beginning to smear a veil of foundation on your skin too clear. You did not like your skin or rather it disturbed you to be so pale, but you had an acceptance of yourself that many of your colleagues envied you.  

You were conscious of being a beautiful girl and you knew it was one of the things that had struck your boyfriend from the first moment. Maybe even that beauty was a bit of a cause of his behavior, you couldn't really understand.  

The brush touched your skin lightly while his eyes almost pierced your shoulders, letting your stomach closing in a violent grip leaving you for a few moments breathless.  The countdown in your mind had already begun, but unexpectedly his anger arrived sooner than expected.  

"You're not going anywhere."  

"Kunpimook, it's work," you murmured and for the first time your tone was annoyed, which he did not delay to notice; "My work is as important as yours. You should start to give up a little bit. "  

"Excuse me??"  

Sighing you put the brush on the table in front of you, facing towards him and immediately looking for his eyes. They were slightly wide open, a veil of disbelief to "color them" and the redness on his cheeks indicated that the level of anger was rapidly increasing. But this time you wouldn't let him win on you.  

That was no longer a healthy relationship and that situation had to end.  

"I said you have to give up the grip, Kunpimook. You have become incredibly possessive and above all oppressive. "  

"I hope you're joking, Y/N." He spat with annoyance, watching you from head to toe making a step towards you; "You are mine, you should know this."  

"I am your girlfriend, not an object you own. The concept is different. "  

"It doesn't seem to me."  

The tired smile that was painted on your lips was the last stage of the resignation. You knew that story was no longer your story, but just the obsession with that kid for you.  

You didn't feel happier, not like the first few months, you felt trapped and almost suffocated under the weight of his accusing gazes, his caresses too rough and his kisses full of mixed feelings. He wanted to have total control over you and you were no longer willing to let.  

In silence, you turned and began to collect all your objects. The toothbrush, the brush, the creams, the little bag with your makeup products. There seemed to be little things in your arms, while without lending him the slightest attention you crossed him and entered the room that you two shared. It was your house but in that room, you shared everything with him, so that you started to consider it yours instead of your own.  

Your eyes pinched, but you wouldn't let even a tear will run on your cheeks. At the bottom of the heart, you knew that he wasn't so; he wasn't a possessive boy. He was only young, naïve and perhaps in love for the first time. So you couldn't really blame him and you kept repeating that little tantrum, just in your mind, starting to fill your suitcase.  

His shocked gaze followed every movement of yours, taken totally by surprise by what you were doing. You were also surprised by your own courage, but Seoul because of him had begun to oppress you. You had to get away from that house, away from that town, away from him.  

"What.. What are you doing? "  

"I go away Bam.." You tried to say, ignoring the lump in your throat that almost choked you; "I'm going away for a while because I can't stand it anymore."  

"Y/N.. You're mine, how can you think about going away? "  

His sentence was the drop that made the vase overflow. All the anger, the frustration, the disappointment accumulated in those two months began to seethe within you and nothing was able to restrain you, no longer.  

"Yours? Yours?" The anger in your voice was almost a moral slap for him since you noticed him making some step back surprised; "I’m not your property, Bam. I've never been yours, that's what you don't understand. You can no longer distinguish that subtle line separating love from obsession. "  

While your voice went higher with every word, you kept putting your clothes in the suitcase, making it back and forth from the closet so as to escape from that house soon.  

"I'm not an object, you can't do that. I'm a person and I want to be treated as such. You realize how.. How did you treat me in these weeks? How did you talk to me? How did you control me? " You asked, totally drained of all energy, stopping with your hands on the soft fabric of the suitcase and face towards him; "Have you ever stopped yourself for a second to look at how you're reducing me? It's not me as a person anymore, it's like I'm just a shadow that's forced to be hidden behind yours. It's not life, it's not a relationship. "  

"Y/N, we’re wel--"  

"We're not well Bam. You're not well, you literally lost the sense of yourself and what we were at the beginning. This isn't love, you don't love me if you do this and I.. I don't want this. I want someone to love me and stay close to me, not someone who just wants to control my life. I'm sorry. "  

The sound of your phone was the thing that broke the silence created between you in those few minutes. He lowered his gaze, clenched his fists along his hips and without worthy of a single gaze he turned and stepped out of your room.  

You hear very well the slamming of the door and finally the wall that divided you from crying desperately collapsed. Your knees touched the floor after one second, you leaned your forehead against the edge of the bed and let the tears do their job. They had to simply wash away the pain that your heart was carrying within it for too long.  

Basically, tears take everything away, right?  

~ ~

"Why do you have to cover your skin? I find it perfect. "  

Same house, same bathroom but your heart was much lighter. The thought of that same scene, five years earlier, passed into your mind. But didn't ruin your mood, too relaxed to be disturbed by something like that.  

Your gaze rested on the figure behind your shoulders, his arms braided against the chest, a little-amused smile designed on his soft and always tasted like coffee lips, the black suit that made him even more perfect.  

"It's a habit I think.."  

"You should change it. Then we are both pale and white as sugar, why cover something we have in common? " He asked, moving from the wall and approaching you. He gently brushed your bare shoulders, bending towards you and leaving a little kiss on your clear skin, right on your most sensitive point of the neck.  

"Then damn it, you’re really beautiful. You don't need makeup to be able to shine. "  

"Min Yoongi, since when you became so cheesy???"  

His hand struck your shoulder playfully and you, dramatically, pretended to be hurt to death and you tightened your shoulder as if you had just shot. "Brat" murmured him, not hiding the amused smile that your "scene" had just provoked him.  

It was a totally different moment from that of five years ago. He bent again on you and your lips touched, provoking you goose bumps. It was a simple kiss, your lips were simply touched, but your heart at that contact had started beating like a train in full stroke.  

"I love this sound, every single time I can hear it." He teased you and this time was your turn to give him a slap onto his shoulder, to which he reacted in your own way.  But it was common for him to mock you around like that and you could still, despite his stupidity, fall in love with him more than the day before.  

"We're late Jagi, move that beautiful ass of yours and get out of the house in less than ten minutes" he murmured into your ear, then winking at your reflection in the mirror leaving you alone again.  

You were happy. Yoongi had filled that emptiness that that boy with plump lips and marked insecurities had created in your heart.  

~ ~

Fortunately that evening you shouldn't have to be a host, so you spent your time sitting next to your boyfriend and along with the remaining Bangtan. It had been Namjoon, that you had met thanks to Jackson, to introduce you to Yoongi. You would never have thanked enough that boy for what he had done in the past for you two.  

"Something is wrong, y/n-ah??"  

"No Seokjin, I was just lost in my thoughts." You assured a worried Seokjin, the elder brother you had never had, while Yoongi's grip on your hand increased considerably.  

Your looks met and you could understand that you who had noticed the exact same thing and if it had simply provoked you a trip in your memories it had provoked to your boyfriend the desire to beat someone in a wild way.  

"Calm down, mh?"  

"Sure."  

"Yoongi.. It's the past, you should go ahead too. " You murmured into his ear, leaving a little kiss in the mold on his cheek. That little kiss seemed to calm his nerves already incredibly tense and everyone at that table had noticed that the black haired boy wasn't quiet. And the Maknae line was very happy to distract his hyung in the best way.  

"I'm going to say hello."  

Yoongi immediately left your hand and looked at you as if you were totally mad, while the other six shut themselves down immediately because, in some way, they had understood who the subject of the secret speech between you two was.  

"Excuse me?"  

"Yoongi.. I really need to close this story. "  

He didn't expect your answer, you'd get out of the chair and making a little bow you walked away, trying to ignore the upset look of your boyfriend.  

Many glances turned to you with a smile while you're bridging the distance that divided you from Kunpimook, giving you the calm that you really needed in order to cope with him.  Now you were both adults, almost 25 years old, nothing could turn into something unpleasant, right?  

The first one who noticed your presence was Jaebum. And you mentally thanked the sky that he immediately arose from the chair and came to hug you. It was almost strange to you, a contact with Im I'm wary with all and I hug only my members Jaebum; but smiling you thanked him for that gesture.  

All but BamBam got up from the table, hugging you and asked more or less the same things. You were in touch with all six of them, so it wasn't embarrassing that moment.  

And then you finally let your gaze fall on him. At that time, the blond was back and you always thought he would bring that color to perfection. He hadn't changed much, not physically.  

"Bam.. Could I talk to you, please?? "  

You noticed it perfectly. Your request caught him by surprise, as well as the other six, but he nodded and got up albeit still upset by your sudden closeness. You, in the meantime, were able to feel Yoongi's glace pierce your shoulders but turning only the face you smiled, gently and letting him understand that he simply had to trust you at that moment.  

The boy with long legs, they seemed even longer since you last saw him, followed you, leaving the building where the show was taking place. The air was lukewarm, giving the evening that perfection it required.  

You stopped near the entrance, he turned and slipped his hands into the pockets of the trousers remaining in silence. His eyes were full of resentment and you couldn't understand whether it was addressed to you or yourself, for ruining your relationship years before.  

You were about to talk when he did it first, forcing you to clench your lips between them and listen to him.  

"You have anticipated me, but I wanted to talk to you since this evening began;" He began, lowering his gaze and taking a deep breath; "Actually, it's weeks I want to talk to you, but you've changed number and none of the guys wanted me to know what the new one was."  

"It was my request."  

"I'm not contesting it, indeed. But.. To see you here tonight, reminded me all Y/N. "  

He murmured raising up his gaze and immediately the guilt filled you, letting you understand what he was hoping for at that moment. You would forcefully bite your bottom lip, wondering why for once you weren't left in your place, to enjoy the evening, Seokjin's awful lame jokes and the sweetness in Yoongi's small gestures.  

"Bam, it's not what you thi--"  

"I do nothing but think of you, Y/N. Since, five months ago, I've been meeting you again.. I can't. I thought I had passed everything, but I was wrong. I still love you, maybe more than before. "  

Here's his surprise bomb. You never thought that after five years he still felt feelings for you, but perhaps you had underestimated the vastness of what you were for him.  

"Bam.. I didn't come to talk to you about it. "  

"Please, Y/M.. Give me a second chance. I've changed. " He emphasized the last word and you knew he was telling the truth, Jackson told you everything in detail since you contacted him three years earlier.  

"Bam, you're not the only one to be changed."  

"Plea-"  

"I love Yoongi;" It wasn't a secret news, everyone in the music and film industry knew about your relationship, but it seemed to hurt BamBam what you just said; "I love him with all myself, he's the right man for me."  

"I never heard you say you loved me, Y/N."  

"Because I couldn't say "I love you" to someone who was destroying me."  

Your confession was what really hurt him and his gaze was the mirror of his feelings at that moment because you felt badly at the thought of hurting him. It wasn't what you wanted, but when it came to BamBam nothing went like you thought. You laid your hand on his shoulder and caught him by surprise attracted him towards you with delicacy. The other hand ended up in his hair, which you began to caress gently. You didn't feel any more resentment towards him, in fact, you were grateful to him because you understood what you didn't want in a relationship. He made you stronger in some way.  

He didn't spare the embrace, he remained helpless in your arms while you pampered him for a handful of seconds. You left a kiss between his hair perfectly hairstyled and you walked away, then clasping both his arms in your hands.  

"You're a great guy Bam, but we weren't meant to be together. But that night we never really closed that chapter.. That's why I wanted to talk to you. "  

"To really close it?"  

"To start over.. Maybe as friends. " Sweetness was what you could perceive among your words because you were really convinced of them.  

"I love you, Y/N. I don't know if I can be your friend. "  

"I know, I'm not forcing you to be. I'm just suggesting you find someone who can love you as I haven't done and that you can treat him or her in the way they need to be treated. "  

You hugged him a second time, albeit a fleeting and fast embrace, then moving away and direct towards the entrance of the building.  

His voice, however, stopped you while you were about to tighten the handle and forced you to turn to him curious to know what he had to tell.  

"Do you really love him?" He asked you, curiosity to draw the lines of his face.  

"More than I've ever loved someone in my whole life."

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He loves me, He loves me not Pt.1

Request: “...could I ask for a Jimin angst with a fluffy angst ending? One where Y/N goes to High School with BTS and they're all close to each other- a squad basically; but you have had a crush on Jimin that the other guys are aware of?”

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

A/N: After 600 years I’m finally posting this, quite a journey in planning the plot, plus school got in the way. I’m sorry for taking so long and enjoy :)

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It was his smile that she found the most captivating. The way his eyes would form dark crescents on his face as his lips curled into a smile, made her heart flutter. Yet, if he looked at her direction with that same smile, she would be quick to avert her gaze. Because ultimately all she could do is watch from afar, admire him in secret, the thought of ever getting caught was her worst nightmare.

She watched as one of his arms casually swung around the shoulder of the girl with the sleek, dark hair. Her smile radiating as she continued laughing at what one of their friend, Namjoon, had said.

She wasn’t the only one who found his smile captivating. Too bad she wasn’t as extroverted as the other girls in her class.

Feeling a small nudge of an elbow she looked to her right to find her friend, Taehyung, follow her gaze.

    “Y/N. You’re staring again.” He whispered, loud enough for only the two of them to hear.

She sighed, covering her face with the back of her hand, embarrassed at herself. He let out a chuckle, leaning his tall frame against her.

    “I can’t help it.” She whispered behind her fingers, while Taehyung rolled his eyes.

It was just a crush right? So why did it hurt so much? Why did she mentally sulk when he hugged another girl, even if they were just friends.

    “Jimin.” Taehyung called at the darker haired man who sat across.

Jimin looked up, his eyes meeting hers for a split second before looking at Taehyung.

    “What—”

    “Do you like anyone?” Taehyung asked immediately.

All eyes shot towards Taehyung, then at Jimin, while Y/N stared at Taehyung with wide eyes, his side profile to be exact. He waited for Jimin to reply with a playful smile on his lips.

Jimin broke into his own adorable smile, the girl under his arm waiting for an answer as well. But hesitates, quickly glancing over at Y/N before answering.

    “Ye—No, why?”

Taehyung hears the fragment of a broken ’yes’ and broke into his own grin, although he seemed to be the only one who heard it.

    “Just asking.” He shrugged, and Jimin stared at him in confusion.

Silence took over for a brief moment, and she could feel several pairs of eyes on her. Even if they tried to be subtle about it, she could feel Jungkook, Namjoon and Hoseok steal glances.

    “Anyways, I gotta head to the library.” Y/N cut in, gathering her books off the cafeteria table.

    “Why?” Taehyung raised a brow.

    “Homework.” She answered, taking a stand.

Taehyung shrugged again and turned to Jungkook, who was curious as to why Taehyung had asked Jimin what he asked. Everyone knew Y/N had a crush on Jimin, and she didn’t do a very good job in hiding it. She had a crush on him for 2 years now, but Jimin is just oblivious.

...

    “He’s an idiot, that’s what he is.” Yoongi, a childhood friend, commented with a frown.

Y/N shrugged, taking a seat in front of a computer in the library, Yoongi following into the next seat.

    “How is he so blind? You literally blush everytime he talks to you and you forget that you know how to talk—”

    “Thanks.” She cut in, seeing that he wasn’t helping.

It’s a few minutes of silence after that Yoongi began to nod at his thoughts, and Y/N can’t help but look at him in confusion.

    “What are you thinking about?” She questioned.

Yoongi broke into a sheepish grin.

    “I have an idea.” He said, watching as she logged into her school account.

    “I don’t like when you have ideas.” She mumbled.

Yoongi frowned, but sighed and smiled seconds after.

    “He won’t know he likes someone unless things...change.” She looked at him, confusion written all over her face. Yoongi sighed once again, leaning back into the chair.

    “You gotta start distancing yourself from him.” Y/N looked at him as if he was spewing nonsense and he couldn’t help but sigh exaggeratedly. Sure Jimin and her weren’t the best of friends, but they were close. They could spend hours with each other, laughing, doing homework, or even playing video games (though Y/N wished there was more to their hangouts), she couldn’t just distance herself, that’s impossible.

“It’s possible Y/N, he’ll start to wonder why and it’ll give you the perfect opportunity to tell him and the idiot will understand—shit I’m so smart.” The older man nods and pats at his own back, while Y/N ponders on. 

…

“Project get Y/N to confess to the oblivious Idiot”, or what Yoongi called it , was on.

The doorbell rang and double glancing at her appearance, Y/N rushed to get it. She had invited some friends over for a study night for an upcoming exam, and Jimin was among the group.

        “Hold it right there.”

She froze in front of the kitchen counter, Yoongi sat behind. She had invited him over as well, since it was part of his plan, which she thought was ridiculous.

    “I’ll get the door—” He looked around the table

    “—pretend to be busy or something.”

She frowned at his words, but obliged anyways.

    “This is ridiculous.” She muttered to herself.

He studied her for a second, she was dressed in a knee-high dress and even had some makeup on. Yoongi let out a chuckle at how desperate she could be, before walking towards the main door, the doorbell chiming through the house once again by the time he reached it and upon pulling it open he saw many familiar faces.

Everyone was there; Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, and one of Y/N’s girlfriends, Jia. The whole squad

    “Hey guys.” Yoongi waved, stepping aside so they all could enter.

They were confused as to why Yoongi was here, but none of them said anything. Everyone awkwardly greeted Yoongi back, slipping their shoes off.

Among the group only Y/N was close with Yoongi because he was her neighbor and her brother’s best friend.

        “Y/N!” Taehyung called out, rushing past the bodies of his friends.

And soon others followed after until only Jimin and Namjoon were left behind, the taller male struggling to take off his sneakers.

        “Why are you here? You’re a senior.” Jimin finally asked after a awkward moment of watching Namjoon try to untangle his laces, in silence, his eyes narrowed.

Yoongi was taken aback for a moment, but this was a sign that Jimin might be, jealous?

    “I was bored at home.” He replied with a smile.

Namjoon glanced over at Jimin quickly.

    “Great, maybe you could help us study for the bio exam, we know you had the same teacher last year.” He was polite.

    “Bio...my favorite.” Yoongi sighed, though his gaze never wavered from Jimin’s.

Namjoon sensed the tension, placing his sneakers in the shoe rack he glanced around.

    “No ones home?”

    “Well, Jin is at work and their parents went out I think.” Yoongi answered leaning against the wall.

    “Where’s Yeri noona” Jimin chimed in to which Yoongi shrugged.

    “Probably upstairs in her room.”

Y/N finally stepped out to the hallway of the main door from the living room, where the three males stood.

    “Why are you guys standing here?” She asked.

Yoongi was quick to flash a smile at Y/N and swing an arm around her shoulder.

    “We’re coming.” He smiled, basically, taking her back in.

Namjoon shared another awkward glance with Jimin before he cleared his throat and walked into the living room.

The living room was much livelier than the quiet hall they’d been in seconds ago. Taehyung was already lounging on the couch, Hoseok rummaging through his backpack, Jia talking to Jungkook.The room was organized, the table was clutter-free, good enough for them to spread out their books and notes.

    “I have snacks in the kitchen.” Y/N announced, walking back in, Yoongi almost stuck to her like glue.

    “Oh thank god, I’m starving.” Hoseok sighed, walking past into the kitchen,Taehyung eyeing the oldest in the room as Y/N throws a glare and Yoongi chuckles, tightening his arm around her shoulder. The brunette wondered if there was something going on between Yoongi and Y/N, but convinces himself against it since Y/N was head over heels for Jimin.

A few minutes after settling around the table, their books placed on the wood, paper and pens ready to be used, they’re ready to study. Jimin couldn’t help but glance up at Yoongi who sat behind Y/N on the couch, looking down at her textbook over her shoulder, murmuring something. He frowns but doesn’t say anything yet again, instead starts flipping pages.

        “It’s working.” Yoongi whispers.

    “What is?” She asks in return, still, confused.

He sighs, shaking his head.

    “You’re as much of an idiot as the oblivious one that keeps glancing over—don’t look.”

She realizes what he means and keeps her eyes glued to the page of words that seemed like foreign language to her.

    “So what chapter are we starting on?” Taehyung chimes up.

Only then does everyone begin to talk, the sudden silence disappearing from the atmosphere.

        “Yoongi hyung are you here for Jin hyung?” Jimin can’t help but finally ask.

Yoongi glances down at Y/N for a second before shaking his head.

    “He’s not home, so I thought why not be a good friend and help his sister and her friends.” He flashes a smile.

Jimin nods in understanding, but his expression says otherwise.

    “You okay?” Jia asked, a hand placing on top of Jimin's forearm that was propped up on the table.

This time Y/N can’t help but stare at the way Jia was touching.

    “You’re hopeless.” Yoongi sighs, grabbing her forearm and yanks up until she’s sitting at his side.

She can’t help but yelp at the sudden action, making all eyes look at her.

“Ha...ha.” She sheepishly grins.  

The whole evening is spent in chanting terms and numbers over and over again until it’s inscribed in their minds, yet none of them stuck to her. She sighs, glancing over at Jia, whose copying something off of Jimin’s notebook. It was like a game of tug of war, one way she was trying to get him jealous, instead he’s over there doing her task of jealousy.

And the evening ended just like that. As everyone was gathering their things and leaving one by one, Jimin happened to be the last one left behind, since no one was home for another half-an-hour and he had forgotten his keys. Yoongi eyed the quiet kid who sat on the couch glancing over at Y/N every now and then.

    “Y/N.” He calls her over.

The two younger one look up at Yoongi.

    “I’m going home.” He waves and is already walking out the door.

    “Bye Jimin.” He hums as the door closes behind him.

The awkward silence filled the setting once again after the door closed. Both Y/N and Jimin stole glances at one another.

    “So do you like Yoongi hyung?” Jimin asked

Her gaze shot towards him, wide in shock before her head vigorously shook in a negative.

    “Oh. It looks like you do.” He mumbles, his eyes falling.

She wanted to kill Yoongi for this dumb idea of his.

    “I don’t like him. I’m serious.” She clarified.

Jimin nods, glancing towards the stairs, remembering Y/N’s cousin, Yeri was upstairs.

Finally clearing his throat, the dark haired boy faces Y/N.

    “Do you want to go somewhere with me tomorrow?—” he asked, eyes gazing out nervously. “I have to tell you something.”

Biting back a smile she opted to nod her head because she might have said something stupid if she opened her mouth. He mentally sighed in relief and the awkward silence returned, except this time it was much warmer.

...

She stared at the words that popped up in its own bubble. A text from Jimin. She couldn’t help but grin wide, mind racking up many different ways he would confess, because why else would he ask to meet her? That too without anyone else knowing, alone.

She had met Yoongi that morning as she stepped out of the house. As usual, he looked ready for bed though it was only six in the morning and he had probably just rolled out of bed, but when he saw her waiting for Yeri, and Jin to come out and unlock the car doors, all sleep vanished from his eyes.

    “So, did loverboy confess yet? Or did that loser get too scared—he was jealous I know he was.” The older nodded at his own words, his body leaning against the car.

Y/N did her best to suppress a smile.

    “His mom came to pick him up right after you left.” She had lied and Yoongi groaned because his plan “failed” though it was stupid to begin with.

    “Jin give me a ride to school!” He sounded annoyed, muttering “What a waste of time” as he got into the car.

They had sat there, and Yoongi was already dozing off in the passenger seat, while she couldn’t help but wander back into the events from last night, her heart hammered in her chest.

    “Yah! Yeri.” Jin had yelled getting tired of waiting, and finally the dark haired girl ran out the house, combing through her bangs with her fingers.

    “Ah, sorry, I couldn’t find my shoes.” She smiled, getting into the car, the door slamming making Yoongi groan again.

Y/N wandered around until she found Jimin at the back of the school building, crouching down he was drawing on the dirt with a twig and even that sight made her heartbeat quicken. She was pathetically in love with him. But who wouldn't be, he was nice, caring, smart, he was part of the student council so he was responsible and even strong—

     “Y/N!” turning around Jimin was started to see her standing there but quickly recovered by clearing his throat.

    “Wh..why did you..wan..t. to meet?” She managed to say, though it came out broken.

He ruffled through his hair,  not knowing how to say it. Which was cute?

    “Ah, I don't know how to say this.” He broke into a shy chuckle and she bit her lower lip, fingers pushing back strands of hair behind her ear.

    “Just say it.” Her tone is low and her feet kick at the dirt, no care that her black mary janes were getting dirty.

    “I...Y/N..I like..”

Her heartbeat quickens and he doesn't know how to finish his sentence.

    “Ugh, how could I say this.” He mumbles ruffling through his hair again.

    “Say it Jimin.” She's growing impatient, she had waiting for this for a long time.

    “I guess I should if I need your help.”

His words confuse her and she wonders what help he needs from his girlfriend,  because obviously she's gonna say “yes” to him.

    “I like Yeri noona” He finally breathes out.

______

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Dragonite — Only very few people have seen this pokemon, but it's rumoured to save drowning people and crew of shipwrecks to lead them safely ashore.

Bottoms Up  —  Oneshot Series  —  7 pieces (on hold) ›› Platform: All Smut, with a few having a dash of Fluff or Angst ›› File size: +/- 10k each ›› Pairings: Member x Reader ›› Rating: NC-17 Seven summery and smutty oneshots about BTS based on various cocktails.

Jungkook Snuggles  —  Drabbles  —  10 pieces (ongoing) ›› Platform: Fluff / Angst / Smut-ish ›› File Size: 500-1.5k ›› Pairings: JJK x Reader ›› Raiting: PG-13 to R depending on the file ›› Also includes the oneshot Stranded (NC-17). 10 Short stories of snuggles with Jungkook and one long oneshot with snuggles and some more.

Kiss Drabbles  —  Drabbles  —  30 Pieces (ongoing) ›› Plaform: 20 Fluff, 8 Angst, 2 Smutty ›› File Size: 500 each ›› Pairings: Member x Reader ›› Rating: PG to NC-17 depending on the file.  30 Little drabbles based on a request game with kiss prompts.

Flareon — It stores intense heat inside its body and uses its soft fluffy fur to release this heat into the air, making for a good snuggle partner during cold nights. 

Bare Necessities  —  Oneshot  —  NC-17 ›› Genre: Established Relationship ›› Platform: Smut / Fluff  ›› File Size: 11.8k ›› Part of the Setback collaboration  When you ask your boyfriend for a relaxing vacation you don’t exactly expect him to take you to Disneyland out of all places. Luckily, Jungkook knows just how to get you to relax — being needy is definitely not the way. Or is it…

Inkling  —  Oneshot  —  NC-17 ›› Genre: Tattoo Artist ›› Platform: Smut / Angst ›› File Size: 17.7k Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

Bulls Eye  —  Oneshot  —  NC-17 ›› Genre: Friends to lovers ›› Platform: Smut / Angst / Mild Violence ›› File Size: 9.4k ›› Part of Bottoms Up A summer weekend isn’t complete without Jungkook coming to seek you out at your job at the beach club to bless you wish his smile. A smile that quickly fades to anger one night, when he catches your ex trying to get your attention.

Stranded  —  Oneshot  —  NC-17 ›› Genre: Enemies to lovers ›› Platform: Smut / Fluff / Angst ›› File Size: 13k ›› Part of the Jungkook Snuggle Drabbles. Jungkook’s offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. His entire presence is unwelcome. You don’t want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. It’s annoying — he is annoying. From the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. Oh, and let’s not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when he’s focused. Nope, you definitely can’t stand him.

Starry Eyes  —  Oneshot  —  PG ›› Genre: Voice Colour ›› Platform: Fluff / Angst  ›› File Size: 2.9k “You said you had a shitty day, so I wanted to do something to make it better, even though it’s already past midnight.“

Jungkook Snuggles  —  Drabbles  —  10 pieces (ongoing) 10 Short stories of snuggles with Jungkook and one long oneshot with snuggles and some more.

Foolishness  —  Fluff  —  Drabble  —  PG-13 An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose. 

JJK Drabbles:  X   X   X   X

Leafeon — It doesn't like to fight unless it's to protect its friends from harm. Its scent is also reminiscent of spring and fresh grass, often made into perfume.

Velvet Burgundy  —  Series  —  NC-17 ›› Genre: Supernatural ›› Platform: Smut / Angst / minor Violence ›› File Size: 5 Chapters Taehyung isn’t like your other clients. He is calm, considerate, caring—gentle even. Not once has he taken more from you than what you were willing to give. For that, he has earned your trust and maybe even your heart. It doesn’t matter though. Even if you could be his, he could never be yours.

Champagne Popsicle  —  Oneshot  —  NC-17 ›› Platform: Smut / Fluff  ›› File Size: 10.1k ›› Part of Bottoms Up You’re not a fan of social gatherings, especially not the ones where you have to show up in a stupid dress that you didn’t pick while it’s a 100 degrees outside. However, a handsome stranger with a popsicle that matches his pink hair might be able to turn your frown upside down.

My Biggest Regret  —  Fluff + Angst  —  Drabble  —  PG-13 A hello kiss that is given without thinking — where neither person thinks twice about it. 

Aching Truth  —  Angst + Fluff  —  Drabble  —  PG-13 A homage to a story that I will likely never post but lives in my heart regardless.

Espeon — It's extremely loyal to those it deems worthy of its affection. Very sensitive to others, capable of predicting their feelings and thoughts.

Ice Burn  —  Oneshot  —  NC-17 ›› Genre: Royalty + Fantasy ›› Plaform: Smut / Angst  ›› File Size: 5.4k "Jimin is a cold King with a new, upbeat Queen. Can she melt his heart of ice in an unconventional way?"

Blue Kamikaze  —  Oneshot  —  NC-17   ›› Platform: Smut / Angst ›› File Size: 8.9k ›› Part of Bottoms Up When your friend Hoseok asks you to come stay at his parents’ lake house with him and his friends, you think you might finally get a change to confess your feelings for him. Nothing is less true. Someone catches you moping around the lake and leaves a blue drink with a mysterious note.

Just Another Day  —  Fluff  —  Drabble  —  PG-13 One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person. Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

Umbreon — It gains mystical powers from the light of the moon, causing its rings to glow. At night it's the happiest and most energetic, a nocturnal friend.

First Snowfall  —  Fluff  —  Drabble  —  PG-13 An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Jolteon — It's very energetic and quick to change moods, it's how it charges it's energy and that of others. Prickly, but very sensitive and protective.

Unspoken Truths  —  Angst  —  Drabble  —  PG-13 Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

Vaporeon — It often gets mistaken to be dangerous, yet it's capable of perfectly blending in with its surroundings to enjoy some peace and quiet as it rests. 

Honey  —  Twoshot  —  NC-17 ›› Installments: Part 1  |  Part 2   ›› Genre: Robbers ›› Platform: Angst / Violence / Smut ›› File Size: 30k Your boss’ partner often asks you to do things you’d consider immoral, it’s a commodity by now. However, when he orders you to bring back Honey for a particularly dangerous heist you can’t help but feel conflicted. Can you bring back your lost lover when your hands are stained with the blood of his best friend?

Lily Luck  —  Oneshot  —  R ›› Genre: Soulmates ›› Platform: Angst/Fluff ›› File Size: 10.7k You get five chances to meet your soulmate. Five opportunities to look them in the eyes and be overwhelmed with the feeling of love. To find a little red line around your pinky finger. Yet, the feeling dwindles with each missed opportunity. Each missed opportunity comes with a scar where that red line should be. It’s a game of fate and luck, and the latter doesn’t seem to be on your side.

Before Sunrise  —  Fluff  —  Drabble  —  PG-13 Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

After all this Time  —  Fluff  —  Drabble  —  PG Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

Glaceon — Its frozen fur shines like diamonds, its beauty beckoning to come take a closer look, but do not be mistaken, this fellow is more than just looks.

COMING SOON!

Eevee — It's rare due to its unstable genetics that cause it to mutate into various different forms. A sweet, loyal friend with an unexpected outcome.

COMING SOON!

For a list of the discontinued works please check the game over files here. 

Thank you for playing! Be sure to check in regularly for any updates or new files that may have been added. You're always welcome to come and replay a file as many times as you'd like.

— Gguksgalaxy

[dkehoe]

I’ve enjoyed following Megan and Lauren’s blog YA Bookers because we share a love for YA books. I also love a good fantasy novel and those book reviews always jump out at me and pull me back in to read. Their bookish discussions are so well written and you can tell that they are passionate about what they are saying! I must’ve been blind and dumb, but I didn’t realize that they were twins. TWO women who love books and can put their thoughts into words? Yes!! What a find! If you haven’t visited their blog, please do! The pretty graphics will be the first thing you notice, but what will keep you coming back is the thoughtful content. Visit their link below, but come back and read their interview!

YA BOOKERS

Blogging is universal and even though we inhabit the same community, we don’t always live in the same country. What country do you live in?

We are twins, and we both live in not-so-sunny England.

What is the view outside your front door?

Just a plain old boring English street. A little dull and, obviously, bad weather.

Most blogs have a fun story of origin. Please share the story behind your blogs name and/or why you started blogging.

I can’t say it is all that interesting. We were sixteen, just starting Sixth-Form (don’t ask me translate that into the American school system, it still confuses me) and we saw all these amazing book blogs on Tumblr and kind of just joined that community (booklr). It is only in the last two years that we moved our platform primarily onto Twitter and WordPress and found a whole new supportive bookish community! Obviously, being twins, we decided to venture into a shared passion together. We get sick of each other sometimes, but we get over it because we really love books and we really love blogging.

Describe where you write your blog.

A shared desk, where we can never get away from each other. Poorly thought out. JUST KIDDING. We love working side-by-side, jotting notes in our notebooks, and it makes blogging and twitter chats, such as #UKYAchat, run a lot smoother when you can communicate so easily.

Most of us have a stack of books sitting next to our couch or bed waiting to be read. What books are in your stack?

Megan: My stack is actually pretty small at the moment. I started Let’s Talk About Love by Claire Kann, which is a contemporary romance which I wasn’t really in the mood for. So then I started The Scorpion Rules by Erin Bow, a dystopia. It has been so long since I’ve read a dystopia read as they weren’t really in for a while. So far I am enjoying it. I’ve also got my Kindle there too, because I love reading on it and it is always handy having it close by where ever I go.

The Scorpion Rules by Erin Bow

Greta is a Duchess and a Crown Princess. She is also a Child of Peace, a hostage held by the de facto ruler of the world, the great Artificial Intelligence, Talis. This is how the game is played: if you want to rule, you must give one of your children as a hostage. Start a war and your hostage dies.

The system has worked for centuries. Parents don’t want to see their children murdered.

Greta will be free if she can make it to her eighteenth birthday. Until then she is prepared to die with dignity, if necessary. But everything changes when Elian arrives at the Precepture. He’s a hostage from a new American alliance, and he defies the machines that control every part of their lives—and is severely punished for it. His rebellion opens Greta’s eyes to the brutality of the rules they live under, and to the subtle resistance of her companions. And Greta discovers her own quiet power.

Then Elian’s country declares war on Greta’s and invades the prefecture, taking the hostages hostage. Now the great Talis is furious, and coming himself to deliver punishment. Which surely means that Greta and Elian will be killed…unless Greta can think of a way to break all the rules.

Let’s Talk About Love by Claire Kann

Alice had her whole summer planned. Nonstop all-you-can-eat buffets while marathoning her favorite TV shows (best friends totally included) with the smallest dash of adulting—working at the library to pay her share of the rent. The only thing missing from her perfect plan? Her girlfriend (who ended things when Alice confessed she’s asexual). Alice is done with dating—no thank you, do not pass go, stick a fork in her, done.

But then Alice meets Takumi and she can’t stop thinking about him or the rom com-grade romance feels she did not ask for (uncertainty, butterflies, and swoons, oh my!).

When her blissful summer takes an unexpected turn and Takumi becomes her knight with a shiny library-employee badge (close enough), Alice has to decide if she’s willing to risk their friendship for a love that might not be reciprocated—or understood.

Claire Kann’s debut novel Let’s Talk About Love, chosen by readers like you for Macmillan’s young adult imprint Swoon Reads, gracefully explores the struggle with emerging adulthood and the complicated line between friendship and what it might mean to be something more.

Lauren: I usually read on my kindle because I get quite a bit of e-ARCs, but right now I’m actually  caught up for once so I’m reading Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo (three years after I finished the first one!). The other book in there is a signed ARC of Bloodleaf which I won in a giveaway, and it’s the next book on my TBR! I’m never one to have a big book stack because I’m a mood reader so I finish a book, and pick up one I’m in the mood for. I’m never one for planning my TBR (or planning anything, to be honest).

Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

Kaz Brekker and his crew have just pulled off a heist so daring even they didn’t think they’d survive. But instead of divvying up a fat reward, they’re right back to fighting for their lives. Double-crossed and badly weakened, the crew is low on resources, allies, and hope. As powerful forces from around the world descend on Ketterdam to root out the secrets of the dangerous drug known as jurda parem, old rivals and new enemies emerge to challenge Kaz’s cunning and test the team’s fragile loyalties. A war will be waged on the city’s dark and twisting streets—a battle for revenge and redemption that will decide the fate of the Grisha world.

Bloodleaf by Crystal Smith

A roar of a dark and luscious epic fantasy that’s layered with heady romance, bloodthirsty magic, and ghostly intrigue—an absolutely wicked delight.Princess Aurelia is a prisoner to her crown and the heir that nobody wants. Surrounded by spirits and banned from using her blood-magic, Aurelia flees her country after a devastating assassination attempt. To escape her fate, Aurelia disguises herself as a commoner in a new land and discovers a happiness her crown has never allowed. As she forges new bonds and perfects her magic, she begins to fall for a man who is forbidden to rule beside her. But the ghosts that haunt Aurelia refuse to abandon her, and she finds herself succumbing to their call as they expose a nefarious plot that only she can defeat. Will she be forced to choose between the weight of the crown and the freedom of her new life?

If you have had a bad day and want to spend an hour reading a book, what is your go to genre or favorite book that will lift your mood?

Megan: I really love a good and well researched historical fiction. I’m a history graduate, so history has always been a passion of mine. I especially love historical fiction that feature angry and foul mouthed girls who go against the societial expectation of the time. One of my all time favourite books is Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein which features a stubborn and arrogant scotswoman called Julie who has been captured by the Nazi’s in wartime France, and a female pilot called Maddie who would go to the ends of the earth for Julie. It’s a brilliantly written and researched book that really tugs on the heartstrings.

Lauren: I definitely love a good fantasy when I’m having a bad day. There’s something about immersing yourself in a completely new world when the one you live in is getting you down. I’m not really one for re-reading books, but Inkmistress by Audrey Coulthurst would definitely be one I would go back to after a long day.

When you aren’t blogging, how do you spend your time? Work, Play, School?

We used to work in fast-food until recently when we were having a really bad day, enough of the long hours and bad pay and verbal abuse from customers and managers, and so we rage quit in solidarity with each other. So we are currently unemployed and looking for something better. But when we weren’t working or blogging we loved spending time with our niece and nephew, the literal light of our world.

What is your favorite blog post you’ve ever written?

Megan: One of my favourite blog posts I’ve written is ‘”Contemporary YA is dead”. Really?’ In terms of reviews though, my favourite review I’ve written is for Sadie by Courtney Summers, one of my all time favourite books.

Lauren: I love looking for new, upcoming releases, and they always get me excited for the year to come. My favourite post has definitely got to be our ‘2018 Highly Anticipated Releases’. I’m already collecting releases for my 2019 list!

LInks:

Discussion: “Contemporary YA is dead.” Really?

Sadie by Courtney Summers

Our Highly Anticipated 2018 Releases

Have you ever met one of your favorite authors? If so, what did you say to them? Looking back, what do you wish you had said instead?

Unfortunately, we live in the North of England where authors rarely venture up here. If we ever met an author, we have no idea what we would say, probably incoherent babble. We are determined though to eventually make our way to YALC, the Young Adult Literature Convention, down in London.

If you could sit down with an author for a slice of cake and a question, who is the author, what kind of cake would you serve, and what is the first question you’d ask?

Megan: I would love to meet and sit down with Elizabeth Wein, author of Code Name Verity. I’d love to ask her about her writing and historical research process for her book! In terms of cake, I think it would have to be a really good Victoria Sponge. Yum.

Lauren: Leigh Bardugo, for sure! I own all her books, and I love her Grishaverse. I’d have a million questions and so I wouldn’t be able to pick just one, but I would tell her to never stop writing! As for cake, I’d serve chocolate cake. Who doesn’t love a good chocolate cake?!

These two ladies may be twins, but their reading (and cake!) tastes definitely differ! Although the separation between historical novels and fantasy novels seems to be shrinking in some YA novels. I need to check out their blog to see if one of them has read My Lady Jane  and its sequel, books that are a definite mash- up of those two genres.

Doesn’t reading this interview make you even more curious about Megan and Lauren? I certainly am! It’s also abundantly clear why I follow these ladies. They are talented, well spoken, and truthful in their reviews and discussions. Qualities I admire in a blogger!

Do you follow YA Bookers? What surprised you the most?

Thanks for reading Blogger to Blogger!

Deb

Blogger to Blogger Series: An Interview with Megan and Lauren @ YA Bookers I've enjoyed following Megan and Lauren's blog YA Bookers because we share a love for YA books.