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jaesvelvet · 3 years

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confession — choi hyunsuk

warnings: lowercase,grammartical error

words: 1.5k words

pairing: gn! reader + hyunsuk

notes: i'm sorry if this too boring,cliche?? 🥺 happy reading!!

music echoed across the hall that your batchmate rent for a high school reunion. you stepped into the hall, frowning as you saw all of the faces you hate in the high school year. you never high school it was hell to you, full of toxic people. with a heavy heart, you walk to an uncrowded place and sit there like a fool— waiting for hyunsuk.

hyunsuk was your best friend. in the first year of high school, he's the one who approached you first and you didn't know how, after a couple of talks you guys clicked with each other. you grateful for him to be your one and only friend since you too awkward to make friends if that makes sense.

by the time he excitedly told you he got accepted in YG as a trainee, you not gonna lie, you thought your friendship will be over since he is a trainee and soon he will debut and of course fans will investigate his personal life, and you are one of his personal life, you are his friend. the fans might attack you for being a friends with their bias. but no— hyunsuk never forgets about you at all, although he is busy with his practice, he always makes time to call or message you.

and now he successfully debuts after going through another survival show, being a leader in a group named treasure. you were so happy seeing his name on the debut lineup, you and hyunsuk celebrate it at your place, you cooked his favorite meal as a treat for his debut.

you were grateful to have a friend like him. you swore you never can replace him with someone else, he knows you like the back of your hand.

you groaned as you didn't see hyunsuk anywhere in the big crowded hall, you took out your phone, texting him, asking where is he. you rolled your eyes as you saw people dancing and waste themselves, you urge to go home but hyunsuk's word hovering in your head

"please accompany me, it will be awkward to attend a high school reunion without a high school bestie... i would treat you a good food if you come!"

his puppy eyes, ugh you hate how you couldn't resist him. you cross your arms, you came here just for hyunsuk and for some delicious food that you will eat for free, or else you'd rather stay at home.

"excuse me, are you y/n?" a tall boy with black hair comes near you, he is good-looking you're not gonna lie.

"um yes, and you are...?" you asked. the only people you know in high school are hyunsuk and your teachers.

"youngkyun. i was your deskmate in music?"

you slowly blinked, trying to remember this youngkyun person. your deskmate? damn did you hate high school that much until you forget everything about it?

"i'm sorry, can't recall," you said, you gave him an apologetic smile.

he chuckled

"it's okay, can i sit here?" he asked

now you getting uncomfortable, why the person you don't remember wanting to sit beside you? you don't know how to react since the only men you talk with are your dad and hyunsuk.

"um i guess so..?" you answered but it came out more like a question.

he sits next to you, he knows you look uncomfortable so he distanced himself from you a little bit.

"you seem close with hyunsuk," he said out of nowhere

you side-eyeing him, now he wants to make a conversation!? oh hyunsuk please come here faster

"um yeah, since he's my only friend" you answer try not to sound sarcastic

he looks at your face for a while

"i regret being too shy to talk to you at high school"

you stay quiet, hoping he would get the sign that you don't want to have a conversation with him.

"you don't change, you're still pretty," he said

"um thanks," you said,

"can i get your number?" he asked

you swore at hyunsuk in your head, where the hell is he? your eyebrow twitch as he took out his handphone, handing it to you

"can i get your number?" he repeated his question

"um actually—"

"no way dude" hyunsuk suddenly appears, standing in front of you, facing the guy, he removes his sunglasses and glared at youngkyun. you let out a relieved breathe as you saw hyunsuk.

youngkyun smirks

"as far as i know, you're not y/n's boyfriend"

"y/n doesn't want your number, y/n just too polite to say that to your face," he said and grab your wrist to leave the reunion.

"hyunsuk, where are we going?" you asked

"somewhere, far from that guy" he answered you. he immediately went into a foul mood after seeing you with that guy.

you didn't reply, you enter his car, you didn't care where he wants to take you since you also don't want to be there. he wears a mask and his sunglasses in the car, you don't ask why he does that, he's an idol, and he doesn't want reporters to notice him.

"anyway, why are you so late? you never late" you asked

"um i-i got some things to do" he answers

he sides eyeing you, seeing you seem to trust his excuse, made him relief. he late because he and jihoon planning to how to confess to you. finally, after years of having a crush on you, he has a gut to confess to you. the original plan was to confessing you after the reunion in front of your house. but seeing another guy talking to you made his blood boil. and now he driving haphazardly.

hyunsuk realized he's in love with you when you stuck with him at his lowest when he felt depressed not going to debut, you're the one— besides his family, supporting him nonstop, you believe in him that he's gonna debut. he thought you would leave him after high school since you're gonna see a lot of people at university, but no. you never left his side. you always there for him, and he loves you for that. you fit him perfectly like a piece of a puzzle.

after a moment of wandering around, hyunsuk decides to take you to a rooftop parking lot. there's no car in the parking lot, so it would be the perfect place to pour his heart out.

"wow i never been to an empty parking lot before, this is cool," you said, get out of hyunsuk's car, admiring seoul city from the high place. you outstretching your hand wanting to feel the cold air, you smile as you could feel the cold air passing you. it's been a while since you go out to take fresh air.

hyunsuk laughed as he saw you standing at the center of the parking lot while outstretching your arm. he almost forgot the real reason why he brought you here.

he gulped down his saliva, try to throw his nervousness. slowly he approaching you, who's still enjoying the cold air.

"y/n" he tapped on your shoulder making you turn around facing him.

"yeah?"

"i need you to listen to me, don't interrupt until i finish, okay?" he asked

you slowly nod, feeling scared of what he wants to say. hyunsuk never this serious.

"i know we've been friends for years right now, and i glad you didn't leave me at my worse and always there for me although sometimes i'm quite busy with promotion and didn't text or call you. but you being the greatest friend you never mad at me. and because of this, y/n, i have feelings for you. it took time for me to confess to you, i considered a lot of what would happen in the future since i'm an idol, i worry about you, my fans probably would attack you, reporters would follow you around and i'm afraid our friendship will be apart if things didn't work out, but i push away all the negative thoughts, i love you so i will do my best to protect you. but i'm not asking you to return these feelings. i know this type of confession can be a little hard to get over, i'm sorry for confessing all of sudden, i just want to get this off my chest"

you froze. you didn't expect him to confess to you at all. you never have thought of having a significant other since you don't want to replace him with another person. you have mixed feelings right now, happy, speechless, don't know how to act, and surprised. you can't let out a single word, all of this happens too fast for you.

"y/n.. please say something you kinda make me scared," he said

you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out except a short breathy laugh. you hug him tightly, you can't express your feelings with words but you can with your body. he happily hugs you, rests his face on your shoulder. after a moment you release the hug.

"i love you too hyunsuk"

#treasure imagines #treasure scenario #treasure blurbs #treasure yg #choi hyunsuk #choi hyunsuk imagines #choi hyunsuk fluff #choi hyunsuk scenario #treasure hyunsuk

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jentlemahae · 4 years

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its so unfair that blackpink has less creative control than their male coworkers escpecially since they're one of the biggest groups in the world rn, and rose doesnt even have a studio. i truly think that yg is playing a losing game when it comes to this, they're constantly mismanaging them and not taking advantage of oppourtunities like giving all members solos. those would really draw more attention to blackpink and possibly yg, which could then extend to their other artists, like treasure.

yeah 😐 yg’s entire marketing strategy with bp is essentially just relying on fan power and thankfully it works but bp would be so much more successful if yg stopped mismanaging them 😐 also no offence to the soccer team but the way they are treated compared to how bp is treated makes my blood boil (especially given that bp is the one keeping the lights on in that company)

#anonymous #ask #sophie ask

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mini-moongi · 4 years

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Notification [Revamped] || 3

Genre: Fluff, comedy, slow burn-ish

Summary: Alert!AU, School!AU; A mysterious app appeared on your phone and you can’t get rid of it?? It texts you people’s thoughts. One day, you accidentally send the star basketball player, Min Yoongi, to the nurse’s office.

A/N: please god forgive me for being so spontaneous with uploads... Speaking of which!! I’ll start a taglist for anyone still interested in finishing this series with me!

Chapters: 1|| 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 coming soon!

series masterlist

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The pissed off man has both hands on either side of the door. He stood looming over Jungkook, but not by much. His eyes registered who he was facing and let out a breathy greeting. “Oh, Hey Jungkook. How’s it hanging...?” His words were short and concise with deep breaths in between. It was like he just ran a mile.

“Pretty good.” Jungkook is so unfazed that you aren’t sure if Jungkook was lying when he said he wasn’t a thug. The young man just smiled up at the stranger saying,” Are you going to let us in...?”

The stranger nods and goes to move out of the way, but a body somehow whammed into the him. A strangled cry for help filled your ears for a split second as he falls.

You are the first to respond,” Oh my god, are you okay??” You rush over to help the stranger up who is just as flabbergasted as you are. A groan comes from the giant lump that practically ran the stranger over, and you realize that it’s another human??

“I’m Kim Seokjin,” The first stranger looked at you dazed and confused. “.....who are you?”

The second, lankier man said,” Y/n???” A smile lit up his face. “It’s me, Namjoon; Your old tutor!” He scrambles off of the floor and envelopes you into a hug.

You’re stunned in shock. Namjoon definitely aged like a fine wine, but his personality was still as sweet as ever. You reciprocated the hug with lingering memories you two shared in the past.

“Ahem.” Taehyung clears his throat. Wordlessly, he slides past the scrambled eggs of bodies and into the house. He looked back to motion you into the house. His face shifted into an infectious smile. “You’ve got to drop off Yoongi’s homework, right?”

When you nod he keeps talking,”Afterwards, we’ve got to head to your place. But of course, you know that already. ” He doesn’t further elaborate as to why or what the heck he’s talking about, so his suggestive comment takes you off guard.

An awkward laugh escapes you as you excuse yourself from the gang of onlookers. Quick, maybe ECHO will give you a hint?

[18:20] How could Namjoon do me dirty like this??

[18:21] He tutored her and NEVER thought to tell me???? That he was teaching???? The prettiest girl in the world????

[18:22] ugh at least we have a project together and I get to go to her place

[18:23] Namjoon can suck it 👁👅👁

Your mind is thrown into (yet another) state of shock. Well, that’s kind of an overstatement but hey, you were surprised. Prettiest girl in the world?? But the bigger surprise was how you managed to completely forget about your project with him...

“Hey are you listening?” Taehyung looks at you strangely. His brows are furrowed, and you can tell that he wants to know what’s poppin’ on your phone. “What’s on your phone? A picture of me, I hope.” He bursts into some hearty laughs at his own joke.

He technically wasn’t wrong, those thoughts were probably all from Taehyung. Why were you born to be such an obvious dumbass?? Anywho, Taehyung guided you to a bedroom door.

“It’s Yoongi’s room.”

Nerves start to pile in. Even after all of this time, people still make you nervous. On the door writes “YG” in black vinyl decor. The bag strung over your shoulders call for Yoongi, and you feel as though you are an adventurer coming to the final boss. You look at Taehyung, unsure of your next move.

Taehyung beams a smile, unaware of your anxiety. He pats you on the shoulder like one of the guys™. “I’ll be out in the kitchen if you need me.” And just like that, your safety net walks away into the void.

You take a deep breath and turn the knob. Your eyes meet Yoongi’s and out of impulse you just,, closed the door.

“...Y/n?” Yoongi’s voice is muffled as he calls out to you through the barrier.

The image of him burned in your mind. The battle in your head fought for control, and you open the door again. “Hey Yoongi. I uh,” you look away at an attempt to distract yourself. “I brought your homework. Here.”

Half-hazardly, you rummage through and hand him his papers. They land in his lap, and you force your eyes to stay only on his face. Don’t look don’t look don’t look don’t—

Min Yoongi, the most intimidating guy in the world, was sitting on his bed in an oversized cream colored t-shirt and a pair of pink strawberry boxers. His room is a monochrome theme with various decorations. The baddest bad boy himself is surrounded by cute cat decor. His sleepy eyes, cat plushie, and lack of clothing were all too much for you. Damn, maybe you’d risk it all for this pretty little guy.

“Uhh thanks?” He glances at the papers and groans. “Is there a gift receipt?” He jokes. His gummy smile ripped your heart out and called you a bitch for assuming he was anywhere near scary.

You tried extremely hard to only make eye contact because you know as soon as you look down you’re going to see a little too much skin from the infamous bad boy. After a couple of exchanged words, you say goodbye and leave to find Taehyung.

Your footsteps echo down the hallway only to lead you to an empty kitchen. The pot on the stove is boiling unsupervised, and a half eaten bowl of cereal lay abandoned on the counter. A soggy sock chills on the kitchen floor. “...Taehyung?” You call out.

A hand comes up from behind you and cover your mouth from alerting others. Who does this hand belong to? The sheer thought of it belonging to a murderer makes your blood run cold.

Swiftly, it pulls on you making your body tumble backwards into the chest of the murderer. You turn to defend yourself against the attacker, but you come face to face with Taehyung in an all too close promximity. So close in fact, you can smell faint cologne seeping from his t-shirt.

“Shh,” Taehyung shushes you as you realize you’ve stumbled into a small closet with him. He closes the closet door as he whispers to you. “If Jin finds us, he’s gonna put us in his fucking stew.”

“Excuse me??”

“Kook and I may or may not have stuck a sock in the soup.” He wipes the sweat on his hands onto his pants in a desperate attempt to not look guilty. “Sorry you got dragged into this. Didn’t want you to end up in the pot.”

He looks at you with puppy eyes that held a striking resemblance to that one emoji you use way too often. You can’t be mad at that face...

“What’s going to happen now?” You try and look through the crack in the door. Jin’s figure paces through the house as he desperately tries to lure the suspect out. (Luring: him singing the State Farm jingle™ in hopes that you’ll finish it.)

You look back at Taehyung who, in hind sight, is not the best problem solver. “Don’t we need a plan? Just come clean or something, I don’t know,” you whisper to him.

Tae stares at you incredulously. “What? No! I don’t want to die!” Whisper-yelling definitely wasn’t his strong suit because Jin stops in the middle of the room; he turns to your direction.

“Oh my god... He heard you.” You step away from the door as you see him approach. “Uhh quick!! Pretend to kiss me or something!!”

You pull Taehyung in front of you and place his arms onto your body. Your arms reach up to rest around his neck as you bring him closer. His skin is soft, and his hands are warm to the touch. Bringing his face close to yours, you pretended to make out just as the door opens.

“For fucks sake Taehyung, get a room!”

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-A/N-

I redid this chapter like 5 times....

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mariamagnolia · 5 years

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As a multi kpop stan I can absolutely say 2019 was and still is hell of a lot of emotions. The recent TRCNG and TS Entertainment controversy makes me both sad and angry. Personally I am not into the group but I very much remember TS treating B.A.P as shit and it still makes my blood boil. And let's just skip YG and Starship because I might just go berserk.

Everybody knows kpop companies are shitty but at one point you hope they learn. Their artists pay the bills for fucks sake. Not saying Bighit or Pnation is better behind the scenes, I ofc do hope so, but at least they do a good job at promoting and paying idols. Aghh it is a lot. Honestly the only drama in kpop I want to hear by the end of the year is Dramarama by Monsta X, periodt.

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namjoonchronicles · 6 years

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genius lab | yg

↳ pairing yoongi x you

↳ words 4k

↳ author’s note happy birthday to my fellow 93 liner, Yoongi. May we find a clue on what we’re doing in life. But hey, at least your life is better than mine, right? --i personally think that yoongi is very talkative to people he is most comfortable with. so that’s how i depicted him. i’m sick of people saying he’s cold and unaffectionate, it really is all or nothing for yoongi ok.

↳ 3/3 ‘take your wife to work’ fic

↳ genre husband!yoongi, domestic au, fluff

↳ song sleeping at last ‘two’

“Babe, so skydiving right...?” “Yup.” “Which one thrills you most: the fall or the fact that you’re in the sky?”

Yoongi walks around, fastening the cufflinks of his dress shirt while you were tiptoeing against the bathroom sink, your bottom bouncing as you try to get a better look in the mirror.

“I don’t know how I’m going to get there on time, so the initial plan is I fetch you from the mall and then we go straight to wedding hall right?” Yoongi is now switching on the left side of his cuff which he had no trouble fastening. Now he is pacing to the far right of the bedroom, next to the unmade bed to fetch his Gold Rolex.

“That’s the plan…” you swing your head back so your chin could be closer to the mirror when you can see. Unamused with the lack of response thereof, Yoongi marches to the opened bathroom door to see you are now sitting on the bathroom counter, trying to pinch something on your chin.

“What on earth are you doing?” he leans on the door frame. You dangle your head to the side where he is, mulling, “What people with pimples do in the morning, because not everyone is blessed with clear skin…”

For emphasis, you eyed him up and down before resuming your task. Yoongi was about to leave you alone if your answers weren’t that annoying, but it was, so he grabbed you by the chin, making you lean your head on his chest while you struggle to break free of his head lock.

“You will not touch that pimple,” Yoongi hissed while trying to put an anti-bacterial lotion on the said boil. “I want to,” you spat back.

Yoongi lets you go and helped you down from the counter.

“It hurts…” you mewled. “Yeah, it wouldn’t if you didn’t poke it,” Yoongi passed, putting the ointment back.

His black slacks are hugging his bums quite attractively now that you have the time to pay attention to it. He was checking his phone, with one hand on his hip while you put on your black bra and undies before strolling across the room like nothing is wrong.

“I got an update from the event chatroom,” Yoongi pauses and reads the text out loud so you could hear them, he follows you closely outside where the living room was, “Please refrain from bringing outside food as we have food prepared for the performers and early guests in the cafeteria right below the hall. Remember to bring your tags for identification.”

Next, the kitchen. You pour yourself a drink nodding mindlessly, still wearing just bra and undies, “No take out then, shame… I was really craving for some spicy braised chicken,” you swirled the coffee mug around and took a sip, “Maybe we could, a few hours before we leave.”

“No, no, we won’t make it on time if we did,” Yoongi shook his head, eyes glued to his phone. “We won’t, but I will. Me, alone,” you corrected him, leaning against the kitchen counter, gazing lovingly into your mug of black coffee, your go-to morning breakfast. Staggered by your response to have good food without him, he peeled his eyes from his phone almost immediately. “I will not allow such a thing!” he thundered, before his eyes falls to the valleys of your breast, thighs and bare torso, “Where are your clothes?!”

“Took you long enough,” you arched an eyebrow before passing him the very mug you were drinking from. There’s still some liquid in them and Yoongi downed them at once. His eyes follows you down to the living room where the couch was. “I figured that if I’m not going to see my husband all May and the beginning of June, I might as well leave him with some…” you smacked your lips together, resuming, “penetrative memory, so to speak,” you pointed the remote to the television and it played the playlist.

Yoongi froze. He is also blinking rapidly, stammering, “p-p-pene-penetrative memory?” You moved passed his shoulder and glided your hand down the length of his forearm, executing as little pressure as you can so he could barely feel you there, “of what he is missing when he is away…”

He could hear you smile and with a loud smack on his butt coming from your palm, he knows today is going to be slightly difficult to go through and by difficult, he meant hard. And he also knows that you probably had stood there watching it jiggle, because you’re a demon he had gotten married to.

“I was kidding,” you hummed, throwing your head back while getting dressed in an emerald green knee length dress, after you saw blood draining down his face and possibly pooling somewhere else that might delay today’s plan, “You look like you’re about to faint… I’m not going to do that, especially having to go to your studio first, before the mall and then, attending the wedding.”

Bittersweet. He would like the tease, to be honest. And what do you mean by going to his studio first? “You honestly think you can go AWOL without your office calling you to be in your studio at least once, today? They’re calling you right now,” you tipped your eyes to his phone and it vibrated.

Yoongi clenched his eyes shut but after he threw an acid glance at your smiling face.

He threw a throw pillow at you and left the room to be in his home studio. You weren’t very much interested into having musical discussion today, but if Yoongi needs to go then you’ll understand. You’ve had musical discussions all night. To pry a dedicated man is a difficult task, so you have a reminder set on his phone, as: love wifey time. Which go off at least five times a day; a number you both had agreed on, prior to the initiation.

Yoongi left the door gaping open, which led you to sit on the chair he has inside and begin reading a magazine he was featured in. One particular paragraph in that article reads,

How do you balance private life from your professional one?

Yoongi’s responds were, alas, extremely straightforward, no sugar coating whatsoever.

“Very badly. I define private life as home, wife, family, Holly, etc. And I feel like a married life is so much different from how I was still single. I have more commitments now, more people I need to take care of. I still feel like I’m in that transition? I know my wife had been secluding herself in terms of making more space for my work and she sacrifices a lot in order for me to continue doing this (music). If you think that I’m balancing the two flips of my life good, I have to thank my wife for that, truly. She’s my anchor, my rope, my stone.”

He is quite a talker. He is sitting in his chair, swiveling around with the phone on his ear, his veiny hand scratching the back of his neck--the conversation too complex for you to make sense of. His head is bobbing in agreement to what the caller had to say. It must have been one of those expenses thing again. Yoongi is in charge of making decisions to how a track should be and even if he takes literally 5 seconds to decide those; he takes an eternity to decide if you look good in a dress or a blouse. Music is all he is good at. It’s both a curse and a blessing.

“Listen, Jungkook,” he begins, spinning around in his chair so he faces you, “I don’t think we can do this through the phone. I have a packed day today, but I can squeeze some time somewhere before noon, what do you say babe?” Yoongi asked, with a slight drawl.

“Sure,” you shrugged and gave him a lopsided smile. “I’ll see you before noon, Jungkook…” Yoongi ended the call.

You stood up to reveal that your dress weren’t zipped all the way yet. Gathering all your hair to one side, you gave Yoongi your backside and he proceeds to trail kisses up your spine as he zips them up.

“With one look on that dress, I could tell we won’t be at that wedding for long,” he whispers hotly against the shell of your ear. You faced him with a cunning smile, and batted your eyelash at your handsome husband, circling your arm around his neck. “Oh really, says who?” you arched one eyebrow at him, just to tease him further. “Mr. Min Yoongi, Grammy winner,” he clicked his tongue.

The day is sunny, there were not much vehicles around. A very slow Saturday for everyone. Yoongi is driving and you’re on the phone with the bride who is currently panicking.

“Look, when I got married to Yoongi, I, too, wasn’t sure that I was marrying the right guy. He is never home, he is heavily invested on musical equipments instead of home appliances, and he hogs the blanket. And then I got married to him, and he still is never home, buys 25 pianos and hogs the blanket. Truth is darling, marriage aren’t going to change nobody, change is going to happen when the individual allows it…”

Yoongi frowned at the view ahead but 100% listening to everything you said. Which 75% lies and chances are, the bride knows that. You go to great lengths to make people smile, even if it means grilling lies about your husband. They know how responsible he is, that itself didn’t need exhibition although you’re pretty much an exhibitionist yourself.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi is going to be there as your pianist, he pinky promised me. So he is coming. He was reading the event chatroom before he leaves and I honestly want to tell you, hun, everything is fine. All you need to do is breathe, look pretty and put trust in your future hubby. You’ve gone through so much for this to happen, you’re halfway there already…okay? Okay, I’m going to see you in a few more hours, and I don’t want these conversations of thinking you’re not good enough, because that is bullshit. You’re a great wife, I almost married you, if Yoongi didn’t snatch me first,” Yoongi poke your sides and you jolted but still maintaining the smile on your face as you bid farewell on the phone with your friend.

“She is low on sugar and everything is pissing her off,” you exhaled through your nose and Yoongi rubbed your knees with his right palm. You fetched that very hand and entwined your fingers with his. You switched your attention out the car window to see several motorcyclists passing through. “Isn’t it too late to be having wedding jitters?” Yoongi glanced at you once in a while, cruising comfortably through the city with few traffics.

“It is never too late to have wedding jitters… I know where she’s coming from and I’ve been there,” you raised both brows and added a little squeeze on his hand.

“I know weddings are scary… it’s huge, it carries so much weight and responsibilities. It’s two families merging into one, with a lot of expectations and goals to achieve…” Yoongi rambles.

“It’s to trust someone with your whole life, and to devote yourself into a household name, and you fear that you hadn’t been seeing the full layers of your lover, frightened that he might leave one, unrevealed. Marriage is like.. Like skydiving...without parachutes. You leap out of the ass of a moving plane, unsure if you’re going to land safely or not, but you just do it. It’s scary, at least to me, to her… we’re women, we have so many to live up for. And it sucks. That’s where the fear comes.”

You casted your eyes down to your lap, where his hand rested, you begin fiddling on his empty ring finger, playing with it, until he regains dominance over you and clasped them tight under his grasp.

“Some of us turn out lucky. Some, don’t,” you whispered. And he could feel that you were brought down to memory lane of your own unhappy home; the home you were raised in. There’s nothing else he could offer but an affirmation in his full presence. Even if it means, a small kiss on your knuckle.

♪...Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss…♪

Jungkook’s studio has been raided with bags of food. A shrill call of his name pried him away from his computer. You walked in with a huge grin and Jungkook’s eyes turns into crescents.

“Hello you!” you cooed at the bunny as you set the food on his coffee table. Yoongi is following close by, carrying his own fairshare of bags. “I’m going to be right back after I send this off to the staffs,” Yoongi said but you rushed to his side, cutting your conversation with Jungkook short.

“I’ll do that, you help Jungkook,” you gather all the things from him and he held the door open for you. He watches you go down the hall and he reminded, “It’s the hall on the far left, next to the water dispenser…”

You made your way there easily. Most of them are gathering for burgers and you greeted everyone with a big smile.

“Only burgers?” you chimed and they started laughing and exclaiming once they saw what you brought them, “Yoongi wanted to get you food and I’m here to do the delivering… you look so thin since the last time I saw you, what happen, and what did I tell you about skipping meals!” You playfully scolded them. They’re all very young and they dedicate themselves into serving Yoongi and the rest of the producers. They are basically the machines in this company, and therefore, must be credited with their effort.

“Okay, you guys enjoy yourself… I’m going to go now, take care,” you patted one of the staffs shoulder, “Honestly, please...really take care of yourself, I’m worried.”

Using the passkey, you entered Yoongi’s studio with ease. He isn’t so big on cleaning up but hardly anything was out of place. The blankets for when he stays overnight are neatly folded, the bin is halfway filled, the humidifier is working, there’s some new additions in his studio family: new speakers, new keyboards, interesting.

The door beeps open to Yoongi walking in a slow stride.

“Why didn’t you turn the AC on?” he pointed the remote to the AC and took off his black blazer to sit on his chair. “Jungkook forgot that we were heading to a wedding so he asked me why I was dressed up, cheeky dude,” Yoongi commented, while leaning over the back of the PC to turn his PC on. “It wasn’t warm…” you shrugged and sat on his couch, taking off your heels and stretching your legs on his coffee table.

Yoongi promptly sit on the piano bench and uncovered the piano. Then suddenly, he begin dribbling a few note.

“You’re helping Jungkook compose?” you asked, resting your elbow on the arm rest, closer to where Yoongi was, placing your chin on the heel of your palm while you stare at him play. He has a beautiful side profile. It has always been his most charming point. The way his eyes falls to the keys, his cheeks full and round, his lashes make him look like a child. His veiny hands was a complete contrast of that baby face, and the melody he plays--as a veteran pianist; never fails to amaze you in ways you can never imagine.

“He couldn’t find the notes that would fit the beats…” he murmurs.

“So you’re memorising the beats that he made and playing a rhythm that would match, with a piano? By... heart?” you repeated. “Uhum,” he answered short, continue letting his fingers play an intricate piece. Something that sounded familiar from a long time ago, but you know for a fact that is nameless.

“You hadn’t done live composing in front of me since last year…” your tone falls soft and like a whisper. “I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?” Yoongi passed, “Listen, this to me, is your song.”

He started to play a short melody that reminds you of floating. A time passing, of sweet memories and the calming waters. And then he switches to a lower note and play something out of a horror movie, “This is when you’re angry…”

You giggled and shook your head, covering your eyes, “Glad to remind you of a haunted house…” “But mostly, you’re my…” Yoongi begins playing the ‘First Love’ notes of his older work. “I’m your living piano? Is that what I am?” you taunted him, moving from the chair to sit next to him on the bench, idling with a smile playing on your face. He avoided your eyes and smiled to himself and for that little moment, you knew what he meant.

That First Love was the embodiment of your beginning. There’s so many ups and downs before you both got to this point and at the end of the day, the feeling of belonging is beyond soothing. And in the chaotic life of Min Yoongi, lies a calming wave that was you. He was a wanderer in the forest of temptations and you were his salvation.

“I couldn’t possibly conclude how much you meant to me, but I like to think that this voyage that we are on, sails for as long as I live,” Yoongi hummed in thoughts. “I think we got it…” Yoongi shifted his gaze to the computer screen and emails them to Jungkook right away.

Yoongi moves and you stood up, before stumbling to your side. Then you heard a loud ripping sound. Both of you froze. Lowering your gaze to right thigh, you saw the threads come apart to reveal the strings of your black thong.

“Oh my…” Yoongi breathed. “Yoongi!” you screamed.

The deceptive cookie can with the picture of a smiling lady on them is mocking you. You’re laying on your stomach on Yoongi’s lap as he sew the threads back on. “I knew my sewing skills will be put to a good use one day. Never thought it would be today, of all days,” the thread was long enough for him to pull pass his shoulder, he pinched your butt when you wouldn’t stop wiggling. “Stop doing that…” “I can’t! My back hurts, and you’re taking too long… are you sewing or are you staring at my ass?” “How about both. What are you going to do about that?”

You pouted and cupped your chin, darting your attention to the smiling lady on the sewing container Yoongi had. You pinched your eyes at the view of it and let out an exhale.

“...I can’t even ask for the staff’s help even though they are far more experienced because somebody...won’t wear a normal panties…” his voice gradually grows louder. “I can march up to them despite your worries, Yoongi… and it’s a skin tight dress, I had to wear a thong or people will be taking notes on the shape of my butt,” you threw glances over your shoulder at your husband.

He is using his teeth to cut the extra thread unused, “Okay roll over, let me see how it looks.” You paused, and didn’t do what you were told. “What now?”

“You have a bulge…” you darted. “I know, so let me go to the bathroom and relief myself,” Yoongi sighed.

“You were sewing! What inappropriate thoughts were you having?!” you rolled over and he loosens his tie, angrily, “It was your ass wiggling in my face, and the conversations we had…”

You patted his clothed manhood and had him hissing out of frustrations; sexual and non-sexual. Walking backwards to see him, chanting, “dirty toilet, grimey walls and Valak from The Nun… dirty toilet, grimey walls, and Valak from The Nun…”

Sexologists say that thinking of disgusting items, or locations helps tame the boners down. So far it has worked with Yoongi, but today, he was struggling a bit, that you had to be driving to the mall.

“It is going down yet?” you asked. “I’m trying…” he groans when you purposely drive over a road bum in full speed, “It’s hard with your perfume dancing around my nostril.” “Let’s try stressing you out…” you hummed, tapping your cheek with you index finger pulling into a stop by the mall parking entrance, “How many tracks are you supposed to produce this week?”

Yoongi was shifting in his seat, clenching his eyes shut, “...5.”

“How many did you have done?” “Two…”

Really? Really…?

“You got to do better Min Yoongi, you have bills to pay this month,” you drove inside the parking lot, looking for parking. “Stress is going to help my boner down?” Yoongi is talking is harsh rasps now. That’s probably unintended, but now it’s turning you on.

“Well, usually… when you aren’t around and I’m horny beyond explanation, I usually plunge into self-implied depression? And it usually helps. If that’s not readily available, I could throw myself in a workload that wasn’t even real but my girlfriend down there gets fooled so...if it works, it’s not dumb. Look, we can’t fuck right now, because I’m in a hurry to get the door gifts from the mall, and you have to play piano in two hours in front of many many people so I suggest you get it together or I’d have to suck you, and I have a very expensive lipstick on,” you found a parking spot and hurried to unfasten your belt.

You intended a chaste kiss on your husband’s sweaty lips but he was out of it. He keeps moaning against your lips and holding your face in place.

“Honestly Yoongi!” You pulled away and struggle to hook your finger around the car door. “Please hurry…” Yoongi bit his lower lip as you slam the car door shut and sped to the mall entrance from the basement. Yoongi chants, “dirty toilet, grimey walls, and Valak from The Nun. Dirty toilet, grimey walls, and Valak from The Nun. Dirty toilet, grimey walls, and Valak from The Nun...fuck. Even Valak looks hot right now.”

“Yes I came for Mr. and Mrs. Jung? I was told that the extra door gifts are ready?” You chirped and the manager revealed the bags that you need to carry.

“Oh, I can do that,” you hummed to the sight of it. Within minutes, you were heading back down to Yoongi on the phone with somebody, two bags of gifts in your hand. You yank the back door open and shove the two bags of gift in before slamming it shut, so hard, the car rattled.

“Can you drive?” You didn’t care that he was on the phone, he nodded and put on the earpiece so he could continue talking.

It was pretty much empty when you came, but the groom was a little anxious. The door gifts are arranged and you rushed to get Yoongi on the piano where he should be. “You have mini rehearsals…” you hissed, and drag him by the elbow. He didn’t complaint and was completely obedient.

Yoongi went overboard with the music sheet of a simple Wedding March to making a complete Sonata until the emcee told him off. You were holding the bouquet to a frantic bride as she sat on the toilet cover with a long look. Listing her future husband’s antics;

“He picks his nose when we eat…” she sniffed, “It’s absolutely disgusting. How am I going to live like that for the rest of my life…”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, itching to get this wedding done and over with. Adulthood is difficult.

But as always, you’re expected to provide unpaid emotional support. Because, that’s what you’re good at. So good, that you considered charging everyone for it. Yoongi would purchase a lifetime subscription. That’s no question. And if he is listening to your thoughts right now, he’d probably want an added benefit as well. You’re good at telling people what they want to hear.

“All I hear is you are making up excuses to call off the wedding when you’ve dreamed of this to happen for so long… humans are not perfect and they come with flaws. And it’s up to you to make the flaws as beautiful as it can be, because as much as it is imperfect, it is yours. He is yours. Simply tell him to stop picking his nose if it bothers you so much, we’re past that zone in this relationship, now, aren’t we?”

Yoongi gradually feel the tension builds as the hall continues to fill up. Some recognise him as the Grammy award winning producer and some don’t. That’s no big deal. It wasn’t his day. It was theirs.

With a simple wave of your hand, Yoongi begins the Wedding March in a beautiful rendition he had composed himself less than hour ago. When you were younger, not yet married, you couldn’t understand why people would cry in weddings. Now that you’re older, and albeit, wiser, you understood how much weight was on the shoulders when such a union happens.

The bride looks stunning, with her hair up in a classic ballerina bun. Her veils giving the right amount of silhouette, just enough to make the invitees curious of how she looks if they hadn’t seen her in a while and holding the tails of her dress behind her, is you. Once she reached the altar, you joined Yoongi on the bench. Her husband took her hand in his, staring into her eyes, brimming with tears.

“We are gathered here today…”

It was a beautiful ceremony. Yoongi stood up before you again, and the event repeats itself; you stumble to the side to keep your stance and ripped your dress open. You clawed Yoongi’s arm with a horrified look, noticing that the people hadn’t fully leave the hall.

Yoongi took off his blazers and covered you from waist down. Both of you are scurrying to the car, the bride saw and although she was quite puzzled, she knew she’ll get an explanation from you later.

“I can’t wait to have that dress ripped off of you…” he grumbled and sped through traffic.

Once you get home, Yoongi tore off the entire dress in two forceful yanks, sending you yelping, face down on the bed.

“All May and beginning of June, you say?” Yoongi whispers hotly in your ear, nuzzling his face in your nape while he fumbles on the metal head of the belt he was wearing. “It’s the thong, isn’t it?” you rolled over to face him. You see his shy smile, and the way he was hiding his face by facing the side.

The post coital glow tonight was something else. You drew random shapes on Yoongi’s palm, talking in murmurs.

“Babe, so skydiving right...?” “Yup.” “Which one thrills you most: the fall or the fact that you’re in the sky?”

Yoongi hums. “The landing; knowing you would be there waiting for me.”

“You should be drinking more water…” he scolds, fiddling with his metal earrings as his jaws hung open to continue typing on the keyboard, fixing his lyrics.

“And give the bacteria an ideal environment to live in? I think not!” you retorted back at him. The response got him stop typing in the middle of a sentence.

The nonsense seep into his mind in an uninterrupted speed, which causes him to push his chair back so he could stand and turned the loudspeaker mode off. He pressed the phone to his ear and gnawed his lower lip as you rambled on how drinking water and eating food would increase nutrition intake in your body and allow the bacterial growth to flourish,

“–which would be the exact opposite of what you want me to do. Which is, getting well…”

Why did I marry her. Why the fuck did I marry her. Yoongi lets out a steady exhale to achieve peak nirvana–more like, attempted to. He grabbed his car key on the side stand and rushed out the door of his studio. “Now you listen to me…”

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18 & 51? (also henlo new moot)

Omg hi!!!!! Welcome!!!! Thank you for sending me something!!!!

18) ikon

Of course the first thing that comes to mind with them is love scenario like WOW was that song a hit. Like So few songs since 2016 have made it into the must listen to kpop for me but that song is definitely in there. But they were popping like way before love scenario yet everyone knows them for that. Bobby is a really talented rapper and hanbin is just incredible in every way. He was so dedicated to that group in ways that leaders rarely are anymore, but we all know what happened to him. It seriously boils my blood what they did to him. I just hope for his sake that things are okay as they can be and he can find peace. I think what happened to him is of course more than kpop and definitely more political and he was used as a scapegoat for bigger problem. But anyways, #wyd, my type and cocktail are a few of my favorite lesser talked about ikon songs!! They have such good, pretty unique music thanks to hanbin and Bobby. Kind of like got7, I think they were on the road to huge commercial success if it wasn’t for what happened. I also think a lot of people reduce them to just love scenario when their sound is a little harder. They have all the ingredients of a very genuine group that is connected to their fans the best they could being a yg group. I just hope they can succeed in the future.

51) b.a.p

Ok I gotta be honest I knew very little about b.a.p aside from Jaebeom doing that show with their youngjae. I get the impression that their fans were like extremely passionate and they put out really genuine music. I think they’re another group that had huge potential but their company screwed then over and the general kpoppie population sort of ignored them because they had concepts that were not so palletable to a kpoppie who was used to other groups of the time. I remember when youngguk left everyone was really happy for him which gives me the impression he was stifled creatively. From what I know he was kind of the artistic visionary of the group and that showed in their stuff. They were in the mix of that 2015ish group of boy groups that were really fun and interesting but sadly I think they got overlooked. I had one b.a.p song downloaded it was feel so good and it sure did make me feel good!

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thinking of how yg treated 2ne1 makes my blood boil! I could write an essay about this! 2ne1 was THAT group! they were just so fierce and charismatic. yg did them dirty not realizing what he had. now he’s trying so hard recreate them. should’ve done them wrong in the first place

#ygconfessions #2ne1

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New Members

Pairing: SJ/Seungri

Series: Bigbang 6th Member AU

2006

“What will we do if kids like that join?”

SJ’s face flushes red with fury and Seungri has to physically restrain her from barging in the practice room.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? ‘Kids like that’. He’s no delight either!” SJ’s voice is a barely contained whisper. “We didn’t do anything no one else wasn’t! How are we to blame for bad editing?”

She scoffs. “Kids like that my ass.”

Seungri puts a hand on her shoulder and squeezes tightly. It’s not meant as reassurance but rather a warning. This isn’t a conversation meant for their ears, so they should leave and just pretend they didn’t hear Taeyang and G Dragon talking badly about them.

“SooJin,”Seungri pulls her from the practice room. “Just drop it, okay?”

“Why should I?”

“Let’s say we make it in. Let’s say we end up in a band with them. What good will it do to carry a grudge over a partially heard conversation?”

Seungri loves SJ. They’ve been thick as thieves since the very first day they met. Sometimes though, she can be the most annoying handful. Her temper flared as quickly as the wind shifts direction and it gets tiresome to constantly talk her down. However, as troublesome as it can get, Seungri also understands he has his own shortcomings she works to even out. She stops him from over explaining situations and he stops her from jumping headfirst in situations out of anger.

“At least there won’t be any misconceptions about friendship,” SJ mutters, starting to pout.

Seungri curses under his breath. “You’re unbelievable! So you’ll suffer with only me as a friend in the band because you’re petty and childish?”

“Yes!”

One Week Later

Seungri’s nerves were already wrecked from not seeing SJ for three days when he happened to walk by the practice room where G Dragon was talking with some friends of his. Part of him knew better than to listen in to the conversation but another part couldn’t help but stop at the sound of his and SJ’s names.

“Why do I have to do it with them? I’ve been practicing with Taeyang for six years, what is this?” G Dragon looked away from his friend only to meet eyes with a flustered, nervous Seungri, one of the objects of his ire. His upper lip curled up in disgust before he turned back to his friend.

“It’s bad enough we’re stuck with that kid, but the girl! She’s a menace! YG brought them to meet the rest of us yesterday and he practically had to force her to greet us properly! Then she had the nerve to keep glaring at us over that kid’s shoulder the whole time! If I ever fall in love with a girl like that just go ahead and kill me.”

Seungri nods, imagining how easy it would be to fill G Dragon’s request right now. SJ’s already being torn to pieces by the media and other trainees for debuting with males (a decision that wasn’t even hers to make anyway). Who is G Dragon to add to all that? Seungri wants to say something, anything in that moment but his nerves are completely shot and he just wants his best friend. So he goes to her.

He goes to her and breaks down crying because this isn’t what he imagined at all when he decided to follow his singing dreams. He didn’t imagine he would debut in a band where the others can’t stand him. He didn’t imagine his only friend in said band would be a loud mouthed, stubborn, opinionated girl only two days older than him. He didn’t imagine it would hurt so much to hear people talk shit about her. He didn’t imagine he would start off hating his leader for being a careless prick. Seungri and SJ are humans after all, not emotionless robots that don’t get hurt when you insult them.

For her part, SJ simply listens. Occasionally she’ll make a sympathetic noise while Seungri spills out all his emotions. She wants to strangle G Dragon with her bare hands for making Seungri feel this way. Who does that ass think he is? This isn’t an ideal situation for any of them but there’s no need to make things worse.

“Where was he?” SJ asks when Seungri’s tears turn to hiccups.

“Practice room.” Seungri scrubs at his eyes with the back of his fist. “SJ, don’t make anything worse. Please.”

“I won’t. You just stay here, okay? Take a nap. You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

“I haven’t. I’ve been worried about all those meetings you’ve been in. Are they still preparing you for the backlash?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry about it. I’ll be back soon.” She kisses the top of his head, giving him a quick smile before marching off to the practice room.

G Dragon isn’t hard to spot, the lanky bastard. He’s sitting in the middle of the floor with Taeyang, Daesung, and the other Seunghyun. They’re smiling and laughing which only makes SJ’s blood boil. How dare they act as if they haven’t done anything? Especially that annoying fucker G Dragon. What kind of name is G Dragon anyway? It’s so pretentious and annoying. Just like him. Maybe it fits after all.

“Hey! You!” SJ grabs the back of G Dragon’s shirt and hauls him up to a standing position. “Who do you think you are?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me! Who do you think you are making my best friend feel like shit? He’s done nothing to any of you but you treat him like the plague!” SJ wastes no time laying in to him, shoving a finger at his chest.

G Dragon slaps her hand away with a disgusted look. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”

“A dick with an attitude problem!”

“You know your place in this band isn’t definite right?”

“Oh, who cares! Seungri is a good person! He’s talented and hard working and doesn’t deserve the treatment you’re giving him! Either shape up or leave both of us the hell alone!” SJ gives the other three boys a glare, daring any of them to say anything. When they don’t respond she leaves the room, the scent of vanilla perfume hanging in the air.

“She’s going to be a pain in the ass,” Seunghyun says thoughtfully. Normally he hates woman with an attitude but he can admire her desire to protect her friend. G Dragon watches the door in an angry silence before saying, “Let’s get rid of her.”

#bigbang au #seungri au #bigbang imagine #seungri imagine #seunghyun au #seunghyun imagine #bigbang fanfiction #seungri fanfiction #seunghyun fanfiction #bigbang scenario #seungri scenario #seunghyun scenario #bigbang fluff #bigbang angst #seungri fluff #seungri angst #seunghyun fluff #seunghyun angst

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amandalfraywriter · 6 years

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World Building June

Day 11: What is language like in your world?

Language in Yg Drasil is separated into three main language groups: Ancient, Primordial, and Drasilian.

Ancient

Otherwise known as the language of the Aesir, Ancient is rarely spoken by the standard citizenry. Much like early Latin, it is mostly the clergy of the Church that are even capable of speaking in Ancient, much less read it.

Primordial

Primordial is harder to pronounce than Ancient, but easier to read, leading it to be a rather common code language for Hunters, Salvagers, Scouts, and Couriers. Only those of the Church know how the words are supposed to be pronounced, though even they have issues speaking in the language. It’s as if it is not meant for the human vocal chords.

Drasilian

Otherwise known as the Common Tongue, Drasilian is the language of the common citizen, and is comparative to Real World English. Drasilian does have a written language, however it is looked down upon by the educated upper classes. Slang terminology depends on where in Yg Drasil you were born; Rapture’s Port slang is different from Old Yg Drasil’s, and the like.

Extra 1: How clean is the air and water in your world? Do the people of your world do anything to protect themselves from the pollutants in the water/air?

So long as Hunters work to ensure that Demon and Angel corpses do not remain in water sources, the water itself is relatively safe for drinking. Doubly so if you collect it and then boil it, to kill any contaminants that may be in it. The air is the more worrisome part, considering the heavy smoke that hangs almost permanently in it. Many citizens use a cloth mask over their nose and mouth, one that wraps all the way around the head and can be connected to their shirts, to make breathing easier.

Extra 2: What are some common religious symbols in your world?

The Church of the Ancients utilize the World Tree symbol, where the branches and roots of the tree meet and encircle the trunk. They also often use chalices and blood wine in regular services.

The Church of the Primordials utilize symbols that represent each of the Primordials, or at the least items that mimic the symbology. For example, the Ouroboros represents Loki Silvertongue, so someone who wishes to invoke him would have an item either with the symbol etched or embroidered onto it, or made to look like one, such as a necklace made in the shape of an Ouroboros.

So, not only is this for day 11, but to make up for missing days 5 and 6. A little sparse, but all of them have been so far. Hoping to beef it all up before November so this can be my NaNoWriMo project.

#world building #world building june #wbj #angel hunter

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jentlemahae · 4 years

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yg are so incompetent in terms of marketing and managing the company reputation it makes my blood BOIL

#when i graduate and take over their pr team >>>>>>>>

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khhunniewriting · 7 years

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Give In

[ Mature ]

A complicated Leo X Leo relationship. No one is ready to compromise but no one wants to let go.

Cold. Prideful. Stubborn. Loner. Those were the words used to describe you. They were all considered negative except to one person.

Jiyong looked into the lit room and was surprised to see you in there. It was late at night, everyone was already gone. What was even more surprising was the way you had let down your guard. You had tied your hair up into a ponytail, exposing the back of your neck. It was so unlike you.

You liked to keep your hair down and look mature, sexy even. Rather than looking cute, with your hair up your chubby cheeks were exposed and made you get unwanted compliments. Cute girls tend to be approachable and you were anything but. You liked to keep people away, you kept yourself a mystery.

You turned to the side to look at your color sample board. It had many different colored hair samples that you had made while trying to find the perfect combination for Lee Hi. “Why did he suddenly change his mind” you sighed. Right before you could leave YG had caught you and told you about the last minute change. Before you had been told she would keep her hair the same color but now only two days before the music video shoot you were asked to come up with the perfect rose gold color. It was hard to do in one sitting so you figured it was best to stay and practice a bit.

Jiyong found himself standing in the doorway for a while until your cardigan had slipped off of your shoulder’s revealing the skin you always hid, the skin that wasn’t exactly pure. He could see a small piece of the white rose tattoo that adorned your right shoulder blade. He quietly approached you and lifted your cardigan back into place. “Don’t make me dress you if I’m not the one who undressed you” he whispered into your ear. His hand lingered on your shoulder, he ran it along slowly until he got to the back of your neck.

Shivers went down and up your body when you felt the warm touch.

He couldn’t help himself and kissed the nape of your neck lightly. His lips barely pressed against the exposed skin, he was teasing you.

You flicked your tongue before smirking. “I’ll just think of it as payment for all the times I’ve had to dress you.” You were strictly speaking of all the times you’ve styled him. Never have you slept with Jiyong despite the chemistry and sexual tension between you two. What you did do was mess around and tease each other.

“Your no fun baby girl.” He ran his hands down your back, around your waist and held you in place. “Lately you ignore me and I don’t like it.”

“That’s because you just love attention. You feed on it.” Pressed against him you could feel his hardness behind you. “I’m a cold-hearted bitch who likes to starve you to death.”

“It’s working because I’m just dying to have you.” He began kissing up and down your neck making your eyelids become heavy. The lust was kicking in.

You put down the sample that you were working on and took off the latex gloves that protected your hands from the hair dye. With one hand you let down your hair while the other was used to push Jiyong’s hands aside. “Sorry, Jiyong but I have work to do.”

When you walked around the table he was finally able to see your flushed face. Your blood had certainly started boiling with desire yet you were too stubborn to admit it. “If you’re going to keep being stubborn then I’m just going to have to show my dark side to you as well.”

Respectful. Kind. Genuine. That’s how the fans described Jiyong. Prideful. Stubborn. Aggressive. That’s how you described him when he was with you. He had his own negative traits that’s why he was able to see past yours. He pushed you against the nearest wall and let his hands move around your familiar body.

Even though you were biting your lip to stifle the moan that desperately wanted to come out you fought back. You pulled his hair making him look you in the eyes. “When has aggression ever worked for you?”

“It has to work eventually. A negative and a negative make a positive. The chemistry between us is perfect so even if we fight it we end up like this. That’s why I feel like we should stop fighting it.”

You laughed, during the span of a year you had done so much with each other except reaching the final goal thanks to both of your stubborn nature. When his hands roamed south of your body you stopped him. “Are you giving in today?”

Jiyong stopped, retracting his hand slowly he sighed. “No, I’m not giving in before you.”

“And I won’t give in before you.” You got down on your knees and fumbled around with his belt. You maintained eye contact as you spoke to him all while your hands undid the belt. “I can keep living like this.” Of course, this was just to get his blood pumping. You didn’t plan to satisfy him today. You let your fingers slip into the waist of his pants so he could feel your warm touch but that was it. After abruptly ending the contact you handed him his belt with a smile. “I’m off the clock so you can put that back on yourself.”

Jiyong smirked when he saw you go back to work like nothing had happened.

He wanted to see you, a proud cold-hearted woman, melt in front of him but it wasn’t so easy. You wanted to see his weak side as well that’s how the game began to see who would end up on top.

After Lee Hi’s successful change YG was so pleased that he signed you onto Jiyong’s world tour. All the stylists dreamed of being put in your position. You walked down the halls of YG after getting the news and thought of how you would survive being with Jiyong so long. It was easy when you were working with all of Big Bang but this would be Jiyong’s solo tour.

“I heard the good news” Jiyong walked up to you with a smirk on his face.

You didn’t know where he popped out from and were caught off guard. You saw people coming and gave a professional answer to him. “It will be a pleasure to work with you. Please take care of me.” You gave him a slight bow which furthered his amusement. After the halls were once again empty you put your hand against his cheek and inched closer to him so he could feel your lips feather against his as you spoke. “The rules still apply. Nothing will happen even if we are overseas where it is easier to hide.”

“Close your eyes” you instructed Jiyong as you sprayed a bit more hairspray onto his bangs.

The first thing Jiyong saw when he opened his eyes was your chest. You had worn a loose white tee that was pretty transparent. “I can see your bra.”

“I know” you responded nonchalantly. “You think I would accidentally wear a black bra with a white shirt, especially one this thin?”

“So it was for me to see?”

You nodded, “Just try not to touch.” You looked around at the people who were going about their business getting things ready for him. “We are around people after all.”

Through the mirror he could see the reflection of the male staff who were looking at you. They too were able to spot the bra that contrasted from the shirt. “This game is only supposed to be played by us.”

“It is.”

“There are others who are watching.”

You looked up and met eyes with those who had been staring at you. They quickly averted their eyes and went back to work. You smiled at one person who didn’t to make it seem like you didn’t know they were checking you out. “Yeah” you sighed “but they don’t get to touch.”

“I don’t either.”

“Not right now...” you trailed off insinuating he would get the chance to do so later.

You had just stepped out of the shower when you heard a knock at your door. “Come back later” you shouted not wanting the hotel staff to see you draped in a towel.

“It’s me” a familiar voice whispered loud enough for you to hear.

“Jiyong?” you asked.

“Open up before someone sees me.”

You quickly let him in and laughed seeing how covered up he was in comparison to you. He had a hat, glasses, mask, just everything he could do to hide his identity had been done. “Why are you here? You have sound check in an hour and I have to go meet you there soon.”

“That’s why I came. Look” he pulled off the scarf he had worn to conceal the purplish bruise on his neck.

“Did I do that?” You gasped when you saw the hickey on his neck. You swore you had been careful to avoid this exact situation.

“You need to cover it up before I leave.”

You sighed, “Sit, I’ll get my makeup bag.”

Jiyong did as you said and sat down on your bed to wait for you. When you came back out of the bathroom with the makeup kit he noticed you had managed to get dressed in the process. “Why did you change?”

You looked at him with one brow arched. “Because I’m not going to do this in a towel.” That was too much vulnerability for you. You laid out your makeup on the bed as you looked for the concealer. You squeezed a small amount on your ring finger and began patting it onto his neck.

Jiyong watched your bare face in awe. You didn’t look intimidating at all like this. His eyes were on your lips as a wet strand of hair had stuck itself near them.

Once you were done you faced him head on to see if it was well hidden. “Looks good” you smiled, involuntarily.

He found himself leaning forward, wanting to kiss you and you let him. Jiyong pressed his lips lightly against yours. His hands went up to hold you steady. This kiss was different from the rest. It was soft, tender, the opposite of Jiyong.

At first, you struggled to match the pace but soon you were melting into it. Your lips moved in a steady rhythm making your legs give out. Jiyong caught you without breaking the kiss. He reeled you in making you spread your legs and sit on his lap while facing him.

He stopped momentarily when he felt your hands working on the button of his pants. This is when you stopped and removed yourself from the situation. “Don’t you have to go?” you asked him scared that if this continued you would do something for real.

Jiyong’s face clearly showed disappointment. “Yeah, I guess I do.” He got up and left.

You sighed deeply as you recalled how your body moved without your consent. You didn’t even realize what your hands were doing, your mind was clouded by Jiyong’s slow tender kiss.

Jiyong groaned as soon as he got in the elevator. “So close” he whispered to himself as he shook his head. All he wanted was for you to admit you liked him so he could do the same. He wanted to be with you but his pride didn’t allow him to make the first step and neither did yours.

After the final concert Jiyong came to you tired. He sat down in your chair watching as you put away all your equipment. Most of the staff had gone back to the hotel already making it possible for him to talk to you alone in his dressing room. “Thank you for all the hard work.”

His thanks came so suddenly that you didn’t know what to say. “You’re welcome, you do know it’s my job to do this.”

“I know. I just appreciate you being the one who does it for me.” He gave you a smile, not a smirk, a smile. You cleared your throat trying to avoid getting into a situation like before was your main goal. “Do you want to go somewhere and eat with me?” he asked.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” When you finished putting away the last of your stuff Jiyong remained in the chair. You didn’t know if it was okay for you to leave or if you had to wait for him. “Aren’t you leaving?”

“Why isn’t it a good idea?” Jiyong was going to let you go but when you turned around he decided to pursue. He got up and walked towards you with his usual cool demeanor. “Let’s go.”

“I can’t” you reminded him. “We can’t be seen together or people will think we are...”

“But we’re not...” a smirk grew on his face, “Or are we?”

You shook your head, “Not unless you say you love me.”

“Only when you give in and say it first.”

Now it was your turn to smirk. “I won’t be the first. That’s why I can’t accept your invitation.”

It had been a few days since he came back from the tour. He was expected to rest and be inactive for a while but that meant he wouldn’t get to see you. That’s why he decided to let YG know that he wanted to do something. “I’ll do a collab or variety show appearance, I don’t know what I’ll do but I’m going to be active.”

YG sat back surprised. “Well Jiyong you can do it but the staff is busy with the new projects.”

“That’s okay, I just need Y/N to be my stylist. If it’s her then one is enough.” Jiyong didn’t care if he made his true intentions clear to YG. He was allowed to have a personal life and so were you as long as you didn’t cause trouble to the company.

“I’m sorry Jiyong but Y/N already has a busy schedule.”

“Please just do me a favor one time and let her be my stylist for my next activity.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

When Jiyong got down to the main lobby he spotted you saying goodbye to some of the other staff. You were on your way out of the building, pulling along your heavy makeup kit when you felt a presence. Looking over your shoulder you saw Jiyong walking only a step behind you. “What are you up to today?”

“Not much” he pretended to be passing by.

“It’s my understanding that you should be home today.” You stopped walking to take a look at him. “Did you miss me that much?”

Jiyong laughed, “Did you not miss me?”

“I don’t know” you shrugged. “Want to find out?”

“I do.”

“Y/N I would like to know if you were interested in styling Jiyong for the next couple of months.”

“I thought he was done with promotions.”

YG nodded, “Yes but he seems to be in the mood to work and will be making some television appearances here and there. With the IKON comeback and AKMU promotions I can’t really give up too much staff so Jiyong asked I send you with him.”

“He asked for me?”

YG nodded.

It was late at night when Jiyong was spotted roaming the halls. “Can I help you Mr. Kwon?” the receptionist asked.

“Do you know if there are still people in the styling department?”

She nodded, “Yes, there is one person who still hasn’t come down.” After a quick look at the sign in sheets the receptionist gave Jiyong your name prompting him to go look for you.

When he found you in a room alone he quietly slipped in and locked the door without you noticing. Your back was to the door as you looked through pictures on the computer screen. It wasn’t until you got up that you noticed Jiyong sitting on a couch close to the door. “Oh my god what are you doing here? You scared me!”

“I like your hair like that.”

“Like what?” You realized you had put your hair up and immediately let it lose. “You always sneak up when I’m alone.”

“When you are alone is when I get to see that pretty face of yours turn pink.” He patted the spot next to him for you to sit but you shook your head refusing to sit next to him.

“YG called me in today.”

“What did he say?”

“I think you know.” You approached him with narrowed eyes. It was frustrating that he kept showing you how wonderful he was. You felt yourself getting weaker every time. Playing this game was proving to be dangerous but you had to pull it together and play along because you couldn’t just stop seeing Jiyong. You wanted more of him but you wanted him to want you more than you wanted him.

You knelt down on the ground in front of him, placed your arms on his lap and rested your head on top of them. Looking up at him you smiled to try and get him worked up. “I was asked to be your stylist for tomorrow.”

He leaned forward so you were face to face. “And what did you say?”

“I said no.”

“Why no?”

“I don’t feel like my touch does much for you now. So I decided to step back for a while until you came begging for more.” You let go of him and placed your hand on the couch to get up but he pulled you back down.

You moaned in surprise as he started kissing you hungrily. You knew you couldn’t give him the upper hand so you went along and responded.

When your lips went to his neck Jiyong knew what you would try to do so he could stop. “Don’t leave a mark if you’re not going to be my stylist tomorrow.” You were now moving on to take care of the IKON boys at your own request.

You stopped the stimulation and got off of his lap. Sitting beside him you crossed your legs, causing your skirt to rid up further. If it weren’t for your pantyhose Jiyong was sure he would have a better view. “You’re so bossy Jiyong. Even though I’m doing all the work.”

“You are just teasing me for your own pleasure.”

“Did you want more?” You thought for a second how strange this was. You were used to him fighting back but now it seemed he was giving in and enjoying so you wanted to give him one last push. “I’ll stop.”

“What?” His heart dropped hearing those two words. He didn’t know why today his emotions were getting the best of him. He didn’t want it to stop. He liked this and he needed you to like it too. This whole time he held back wanting to drive you crazy but it seemed his holding back wasn’t working. You had complete control of him and he didn’t like that. He decided to let his actions speak for him now.

When you made a move to stand you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Wha-” before you could ask what was wrong you were pushed down onto the couch. Jiyong stopped you from protesting the move by keeping your mouth busy with his.

The move was nothing new but what shocked you was when his hands took hold of your thighs. He put one on either side of him, his nails dug into the sheer nylons that adorned your legs as he held you in place.

Ripping them made you go into a panic. This was another Jiyong. He was showing desperation.”You have to stay with me.” His pride didn’t matter anymore, you mattered. “I need you.”

You were left speechless. No one else but you knows how hard it is for Jiyong to admit he needed someone. You broke him, now you had to fix him by giving him what he had wanted. “I need you too.”

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A/N: It just seems like a bunch of sexy encounters because this was me practicing to write smut but I can’t do it you guys. Sorry I tried but this is all you guys can expect from me.

I prefer fluffy angsty shit.

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[TRANS] haru*hana (vol. 44) - Star Gravure, B.A.P

Releasing their latest Japanese single including tracks released in the same month in Korea!

B.A.P have released their 8th Japanese single “HONEYMOON”! The tracks “HONEYMOON” and “ALL THE WAY UP” are also included in their newest Korean album “BLUE”, making this a same-month release.

― “BLUE” is the concluding album to your ‘colour series’ following “NOIR” and “ROSE”, what meaning did you incorporate for it? ZL: Previously, the theme was “self-realisation”, whilst this album illustrates the “freedom” you attain through “self-realisation”. JU: The title track “HONEYMOON” is an addictive piece and the whistling in particular is very charming. We challenged a slightly different style that we’ve done before. ZL: The closer to are to the latter half, the more excited you become. “ALL THE WAY UP” is a song that makes you feel more refreshed as you listen to it, and it has a cool feeling, making it a perfect song for summer. YG: We tried a new style of dance move in the chorus part of “HONEYMOON”. Where the angles don’t perfectly match... ZL: Yes. We purposely created a lag. YG: The choreography has a falling-dominoes feel to it, so I think you’d be refreshed from it. With “ALL THE WAY UP”, we show a group dance that is unique to us who’ve come this far.

― Bang Yongguk and Zelo participated in the lyrics right? ZL: Yes, that’s right. I tried to express the message that you should have fun even though reality may be frustrating, and seek freedom through self-realisation with the lyrics “dance if you can’t avoid where the word reality comes from” in the Korean version. YG: Of course, we do incorporate various thoughts into the song, but I think the perception and understanding will differ depending on the listener, so I look forward to what message everyone perceives.

“I tried to express the message that you should have fun even though reality may be frustrating”

― The limited edition A version has the MV making included in it, but do you have any stories about filming the MV? YG: The members each discussed with the director about the parts they wanted to emphasis and we created it accordingly. There’s a scene with my hands covered in blood, representing my longing for freedom [achieved] through battles in the script, but the part where I’m meandering through the woods was filmed on the spur at the location. ZL: There’s a scene where I’m staring at the camera through a hole whilst wandering in the dark, but because I wanted to add something else to the scene, I thought up some dance moves on the spot and included them. JU: After discussing the scenes and references to freedom beforehand, I acted mainly following the script. It was difficult to do something else in the vast greens so. I worked hard on filming.

― I heard that you filmed at Jeju-do. ZL: We went to Jeju-do because we wanted to film on grasslands, but the weather changes were drastic... Between filming and interruptions, I think the staff really had it rough. We too were kept on our feet like having to prepare for filming again after taking our makeup off because the weather improved suddenly. YJ: Even though it was a nice day overall, the weather turned bad whenever it was my turn to film (laughs). HC: Yes yes. We couldn’t film at all on the first day and had to extend our stay by a day to complete the filming. We were simply on stand by whilst we waited till it was over, and then I ate and went to sleep (laughs). I was on a diet so I couldn’t each much... YJ: I ate the boiled largehead hairtail fish that they’re famous for. DH: I was on a diet too because I had my musical, but I had to eat the famed kurobuta yakiniku!

― You’ll be holding your release events at the end of September, and October. HC: It’s been a while since an event so I’m looking forward to it. We’ve only had concerts lately and the slightly shy Japanese fans who see us upfront are very cute. I want to see them soon. DH: The fans always welcome us warmly so we feel at peace whenever we go. I’m very grateful. YJ: I’m happy that we’ve had many chances to meet with the Japanese fans this year. We did our very best in preparing for the new album. Let’s create fun memories this time too!

B.A.P Colour Round-table

Seeing that their latest Korean album the final one in their colour series, we had a free talk and used keywords relating to colours for the theme. It was a fun talk time.

BLUE... Sadness Please tell us some slightly sad stories about the members! From their colour series albums... words that come to mind with colours as the theme. DH: I’m in the middle of doing a musical right now but no one has come to watch. HC: We will go~ DH: I’m not really expecting anything (laughs). Also, we’re living separately now and we get picked up individually in order when we have schedules. But there’s someone who ignores the promised time. JU: I’ll fix it. DH: Don’t lie! You haven’t changed in 6 years. JU: I’ll work on it (laughs) YJ: Lately, Jongup made some clothes and he promised to give some to me but he still hasn’t. Even though he’s given it to Himchan hyung and other celebrity friends. DH: I wonder if he doesn’t give it to unpopular people. JU: That’s not it (laughs). I don’t have any anymore. DH: Don’t lie! You wear it every day! JU: I’ve been busy because of the album so I’ll make some when I have the time. ZL: Please give me some too (laughs)

GREEN... Healing Moments where you’ve been healed because the members were there? Himchan who’s happy that members who understand him are there. HC: I don’t like singing in shared spaces at night but there’s a certain someone who absolutely does his best at singing [at those times]. But Youngjae is the only one who understand that I hate that sort of behaviour. I’m happy Youngjae is here. He’s a balm to me (laughs). JU: It’s a lie that you don’t like singing in shared spaces isn’t it. HC: I don’t like it when people sing during sleeping time. DH: But you sing when you feel like it don’t you? HC: Haa.. (sighs) Everyone, you can tell who is the one that does the singing right? Yes it’s Jongup and Daehyun! Unlike you guys, I will definitely not sing at night. DH: People who do music will just have the tendency to sing. HC: Please have some common sense even if you are a musician. (laughs) YJ: Do you sing at home too? DH: Of course YJ: No one says anything? DH: The walls are more soundproof than I thought (laughs). I warm up my throat during my morning shower and there’ve been no problems. I sing pretty loud since I live alone, but I’ve never gotten any complaints. YJ: The people at your mansion are nice. Maybe the walls are built well? DH: I heard the cries of the neighbour’s child a lot though (laughs). ZL: Maybe that kid is a fan of Daehyun hyung? DH: That’s not it (laughs).

PURPLE... Mature Moments where you look at the members and think “they’ve matured~”? Dongsaengs who continue maturing and forever young hyungs. DH: They act like an adult when it comes to work, but are like children when it’s just us, so I don’t really have times where I think “they’ve matured~” (laughs). It’s always fun when we’re together. HC: Everyone is an adult when we’re working. YJ: I work hard to act like an adult (laughs) DH: But I think I’m the one who’s more mature than when I debuted. I’ve learnt many things from the solo promotion and musical. YG: I also think that the dongsaengs have matured. YJ&DH: In other words, everyone other than Himchan hyung! (laughs). HC: I’m living a young life so I’m happy. YG: (laughs) Me and Himchan were already at a certain age when we debuted, but the other members were still young. I feel that the dongsaengs have matured now.

Keyword Talk

Keyword questions about their personal sides picked from keywords from their latest album “BLUE” and the lyrics for the songs. We also asked them about their solo activities.

“I learnt that blue has a brightness through this album” - Yongguk

#SOLO to Bang Yongguk In the midst of producing this album, were there any parts where you felt the growth of the members? Otherwise, have there been any artists that have stimulated you? YG: I feel that the members grow every time. Especially for “ALL THE WAY UP”, I felt that the versions sang by the members was greatly better than the demo. The artists and music that stimulate me change time to time, but recently, the song that Daehyun and Youngjae sang together at the Jakarta performance was very nice. It was a song called “Talk Love”. (INT: It was the OST for “Descendants of the Sun” right?) Ah, is that so? I don’t really watch dramas so... (laughs). I feel like it’s stuck in my head ever since I heard it that day.

“I want to challenge singing as well in the future!” - Zelo

#SOLO to Zelo From composing music, writing lyrics to choreographing dances, you’ve levelled up in producing, but where does your inspiration come from? ZL: My habit of taking memos. For example, I’ll note down my feelings after fighting with a friend, and use that as reference when I’m writing a song. I want to experience as many things as possible. And then I try to listen to as much varied music as I can. I’m the type to listen to something till I’m sick of it once I’m hooked. I’ve been visiting the teacher who taught me rap when I was in elementary school. He has me listening to lots of music like dance music and interesting sounds. My ears still aren’t familiar to jazz, but there’s some jazz that I can accept. I want to challenge singing in the future as well! (laughs)

#Blue This album will be the conclusion to the colour series, but what comes to mind when you hear the colour “Blue”? YG: The image of dawn with the sun just rising when I am outside, on the way home after working in the studio for a long time, comes straight to mind. Blue had a depressing image to me, but through this album, I learnt for the first time that this colour has a brighteness. JU: Beer comes to mind (laughs). A beer called “Blue Moon”. It’s not that I’m a particular fan of beer though (laughs). ZL: Cooling, refreshing, bright! YJ: Blue seas. I like the sea. Places like Okinawa. It’s not like I need to do anything there, I just like watching it. HC: The colour of the sky comes to mind. The colour at night, the colour at dusk... I want to call all those colours “blue”. Of them all I love the colour of dusk the most. I think it’s very beautiful. DH: When I heard this question, the sky and sea came straight in my head. Maybe it’s because we filmed this MV by the sea. I think that definitely played a part in the sea coming to mind.

#Film of Youth Please tell us any movies you watched growing up that moved you, or a film that was memorable lately. YG: I watched “her” [2013] twice. When people love, they usually place it on things like the body, wealth, money and such. In this movie, it illustrates love not based on a physical thing, but love through conversation with artificial intelligence. I resonated with how this may be humans in the future. JU: I watched “The Talented Mr. Ripley” on my friend’s recommendation recently. It was a somewhat unique movie that made me think. I loved the “Harry Potter” series when I was young and watched all of them! ZL: I was surprised when I watched “Aknyeo” [The Villainess, 2017] the other day. I get absorbed easily and unconsciously made imitatations [of the film]. I watched whilst thinking things like “what do I need to do to make that expression? Is it from the intensity of the makeup?”. When I was a student, the movie “Gwoemul” [The Host] was memorable. I was living in the provinces and was really scared of going to Seoul (laughs). I’d thought a monster would come out from the Han River. HC: “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”. I watched it when I was a highschooler and it made me think about love. DH: For me it’s a Korean movie called “My Paparotti”. The story with the mentor is similar to mine so it tugged at my heartstrings when I watched it. YJ: The first movie I watched at the cinemas was “Marathon” [2005]. I thought it was an amazing film once again when I watched it again recently. The lead Jo Seungwoo was the same age as I am now when he filmed the movie and his acting skills are really great.

“I want to look towards the same place and smile together to promote” - Himchan

#SOLO to Himchan How about challenging a visual that you haven’t tried before? Also, any plans on solo activities? HC: I’d attached some extensions to my hair that I was growing out, but the response was very intense... It was so intense that I didn’t have the confidence to carry it and changed hairstyles immediately (laughs). I personally liked it but the response was really intense so (laughs). I changed it to a hairstyle that made me look cool. I’m thinking that it’d be nice if I could do solo activities sometime next year. Nothing’s been decided yet so I can’t say for sure... I can’t say what style it’ll even be either. But please look forward to it!

“I want to leave good results through experience and hard work” - Daehyun

#SOLO to Daehyun You’ve challenged solo promotions with “Shadow” on top of a musical. Please tell us if you feel like you’ve grown or about the things you’ve gained from the experience. DH: On the parts that I’d relied on the members previously, I had to pull through by myself and that greatly changed my thoughts and perception on what I had to do. I came to think deeper and worry more. What’s good about being alone is that it’s easy to eat and travel between schedules. (HC: But you said it was boring) Yeah. I was alone so it was boring. (INT: What did you do when you were bored?) I was simply bored. Saying “I’m bored~~” (laughs). (HC: He told us “don’t go~~” when we tried to leave.)

#Dream_will_bloom Dreams that you want to fulfill personally and dreams that you want to fulfill as a group? DH: Personally I want to accumulate good results through many experiences and hard work. As a group, just being able to promote together like this forever is enough. YJ: I want to become a good person. I want to always live with a just heart and values. I only want good things to happen. HC: Personally I want to continue growing and show my honest side. As a group, I hope for only happy things. If I were to specify a goal to achieve, [it’d be] looking towards the same place, with the [same] one heart. I hope for us all to be together an happily promote whilst smiling.

#The hidden true voice Please tell us revealing episodes and your true thoughts on members about things like “getting stood up even though you had plans together”. ZL: I say everything I want to so there’s nothing in particular [to reveal]. There’ve been times where I’ve held myself back recently, but the hyungs are kind so there’s nothing in particular... JU: Same. More like, in my case, even if there was something I don’t really remember (laughs). ALL: Hahahaha (laughs) YG: With the members’ secrets, I want to keep them as secrets forever in my heart (laughs).

“I plan to release my own composed piece in the future” - Youngjae

#SOLO to Youngjae It seems you’ve started composing with your friends, what sort of music do you tend to compose? YJ: I generally compose without a set genre in mind. I started because I wanted to compose songs I wanted to listen to, and I listen to various genres in the first place. From the pieces I’ve composed so far, there’s a sorrow ballad, a refreshing song, and lately I’ve been composing something more atmospheric. Shall I call it moody? I’m still inexperienced so there’s a lot I want to try out (laughs). So, rather than being inspired by something, it’s based on a foundation of the music I’ve listened to, my life as a singer, and dramas and such that I’ve watched. I think that I’ll most likely be revealing them in the future.

“I’ve done what I’ve wanted to the fullest” - Jongup

#SOLO to Jongup What are your thoughts on your solo promotions in June for “Try My Luck” after picking up the baton from Daehyun? JU: It was fun because I was able to do what I wanted to the fullest. I had to do everything myself, and there was the pressure that I even had to be wary of my back view, but it was fun. (INT: I’ve heard that you’ve been making clothes lately but what sort of style of clothes have you been making?) I personally like street fashion but I don’t fixate myself on that when making clothes and challenge various styles.

#HONEYMOON Please tell us your honeymoon plan that’ll make BABYz hearts throb. Or, please draw a scene from it. ZL: Going in a bath overflowing with bubbles (laughs). The black rectangular thing is a rug. HC: I want to travel around the world. To places filled with love! I don’t know where I want to go yet, so I represented that with a heart. I’ll choose where I want to go at the time and have a leisurely trip without a set plan. YG: The bed in my room is very spacious. I think lying down on my bed is the best honeymoon (laughs). DH: At a place with wide grasslands and plenty of sun, taking a stroll with my loved one and pet. I want to stroll without thinking about anything. YJ: I want to go to a resort, so here’s walking by the seaside at the resort. I don’t know if this is overseas or in Korea. I want to go somewhere quiet. JU: I can go anywhere as long as the 2 of us are together! Happiness!

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Christian Yu x Reader: Let Me Explain - Chapter 4

Chapter 1: These Seoul Streets. | Chapter 2: Uninvited Guests | Chapter 3: Confrontation

Chapter 4: Who Would’ve Thought?

Word count: 4825 (omg I know it’s the longest one yet)

Series type: Angst, Smut (in later chapters) & Fluff.

Warnings: Bad language.

Additional Characters: DPR LIVE (Dabin) and mentions of other artists/fictional characters.

Rough summary: Christian is your boss but also your best friend. You both have feelings for each other but his way of living complicates your relationship.

A/N: Yooooo the response on chapter 3 was crazy! I didn’t expect it at all. I’m sorry for giving you all heart attacks and thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting these series! Seriously ;) Also keep in mind English is not my first language therefore there might me some spelling/grammar mistakes

“Y/n?”

“Y/n open your eyes; can you hear me?”

“Y/n wake up”

“Y/n come on love, don’t do this to me right now!”

You can’t respond. You heard his voice though. It was him. You were sure of it.

Where were you? What happened? Why can’t you open your damn eyes?

“Y/n!”

“Stop yelling her name, it obviously won’t wake her up.” A female voice this time.

Whose voice was it?

“What the fuck happened?” he asked, he was worried. He sounded anxious.

“I don’t know. I was sleeping and a loud ass thud woke me up and when I got up to look she was just laying there on the bathroom floor.” The female voice answered.

Bathroom floor? The bathroom?

The bathroom!

Yura!? Yura was in his bed! She was there!

In a shocked and panicked state your body jolted forward. You widely open your eyes and start to hyperventilate. What the fuck is happening? You’ve never had this before. You desperately look at your surroundings; you were on his couch. In his living room.

Unable to calm down you feel two firm hands on your shoulders. It’s Christian.

“Y/N shhhh it’s okay! It’s okay! It’s me, it’s me!” Christian said grabbing your face trying to get you to keep looking at him. But all you could look at was her.

The panic in your body shifted to anger. Giving Christian a venomous look.

“What the fuck is she doing here Ian?” you nearly yell at him swatting his hands off of you. Your heart was raising like crazy and all the emotions you felt before you collapsed came rushing back, making your blood boil even more.

“Babe calm down. Please” He begs putting his hands in front of him, showing you he won’t touch you anymore. “We don’t know how much you’ve hurt yourself yet. If you don’t calm down, it’ll get worse” he says cautiously looking at you.

You fainted or blacked out. Guessing the lack of sleep and malnutrition mixed with shock had gotten the best of you.

“He’s right, you must’ve hit your head pretty hard on the tile floor when you fainted.” She says cocking her head sideways while crossing her arms.

You look at her again and jump up, ready to rip her extensions out of her head when you suddenly feel light headed again.

Christian immediately jumped up when you did, and when he noticed your legs were giving out on you he caught you. Making you sit down again while he knelt in front of you.

Yura took a step back with, startled at your actions.

“You need to see a doctor” he says putting one hand on your thigh and another one on your waist

“No, you need to tell me why she was sleeping in your god damn bed” you say angrily and look down at his hand, smacking it away again. “And don’t fucking touch me Christian!” you yell at him this time.

He sighed. “I was going to tell you when you had fully calmed down and had some food, I swear.”

You only look at him, the both of you completely ignoring Yura’s existence.

Eventually Christian turned around, looking at her. “Could you leave us alone for a minute?”

Your eyes don’t leave him. You refuse to look at her. Knowing it would just make you more and more angry.

“Sure.” Her voice sounded sad for some reason. He waited until she was out of the room and diverted his attention back to you.

He looked at you, still knelt down in front of you. Not knowing how to start.

You looked straight into his eyes and crossed your arms. “I don’t think you quite understand how much it takes from me not to slap you across the face right now” you eventually say still looking straight at his face.

He sighed getting up and sitting beside you on the couch again.

This time you don’t look at him. The silence made it impossible for you to ignore the pounding pain and pressure on your head. You squint your eyes closed, trying to bare it.

“Y/n are you sure you feel fine?” he asks again just to be sure.

You know it’s childish but you don’t answer him. Not until he explains.

He sighs after realizing you won’t talk to him and he leans back, running his hand through his hair.

“She’s been staying here ever since that night” he finally says.

You slowly turn your head, looking at him, but this time he didn’t look at you.

“She was so drunk when I got back, the YG staffs were nowhere to be found so I just decided to take her home and let her sleep it off but then she told me I couldn’t take her home.”

You just look at him, waiting for him to continue. He finally looks back at you, trying to see if you had calmed down but your jaw was still clenched.

He took a deep breath closing his eyes for a few seconds and opening them again. Looking to the floor.

“Her parents kicked her out because she kept being a YG trainee a secret from them. When it was all over the news that YG was going to debut her, her father found out. They’re really conservative and don’t want her to be an idol or anything like that. Her dad is a lawyer, so he expected her to become one too. Her mom hasn’t even spoken to her about it.”

You unclench your jaw, relaxing a little bit. Looking at the floor not knowing how to feel anymore.

“Keep explaining” you finally say.

His eyes quickly darted back to yours, surprised you spoke to him, but he looked away again when he continued talking.

“She slept at the company or at a staff members’ house, but the staff member told her that she could only stay for a few weeks and when those weeks passed she just stayed at the company’s training center without anyone noticing.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek and sigh. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because you kicked me out, remember?” he says looking back at you. You avoid his gaze, suddenly feeling guilty about the situation.

“I didn’t feel the need to tell you because I figured she’d be gone in a couple of days. You still wouldn’t answer my calls or reply to my text messages so after a while I just stopped trying. Figuring that if you wanted to talk you’d show up yourself and well” he says looking at you. “Here you are.”

Noticing how your body language looked more relaxed he decided to continue explaining.

“YG only provides living arrangements for solo artists when they’re debuted.”

“Does that mean she has to stay here longer? I mean does she really not have anyone else to ask for help?”

He chuckled. “You know, she told me she was so desperate that she was going to ask you on the next dance practice, but I told her there wouldn’t be a next one with you. It was after I dropped her from DPR”

“I still don’t understand why you did that” you say under your breath.

“Because I care about you more than any deal on the planet y/n” he says looking at you.

You brush your fingers through your hair and sigh, leaning your elbow on your thigh to rest your head in your hand for support. As your hand touches your head you feel a bump growing on the side of your head. You flinch as you touch the painful area, trying to act as natural as possible before he noticed you were in pain, but your movements didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you okay?” he asked sitting up, grabbing your wrist.

“I’m fine.” You say yanking your hand out of his hold.

“You should have told me the minute I walked in” you say staring into distance.

“I see that now, yeah.” He says rolling his eyes. “Uhggg how did I get myself into this mess” he groans throwing his head back onto the couch.

You don’t respond to him and play with your fingers in your lap.

“Where do you sleep” you ask, needing to know the answer desperately.

“The couch” he answered calmly. “I’m barely home and neither is she, this is just a place where I sleep and wash up that’s it, I rarely run into her.”

“I still don’t like it Ian” you close your eyes. “Literally out of all the people on the planet it just has to be her.”

He sat up looking at you. “She’s really not as bas as she seems y/n, I know that’s probably the last thing you want to hear but the whole façade that everyone seems to think is her personality, is fake. It’s just a defense mechanism so no one can get close enough to hurt her feelings.”

He’s right. You really don’t want to hear about how the girl you dislike, who sleeps in his bed and lives in the same space as him; may not be as bad as she seems.

“How much longer?” you ask.

“She said she’ll be outta here in a week, her sister will return from her overseas trip so she’ll stay with her until debut” he explains

Another week? Even though Christian might not have the intention to win her over anymore it still bothered you to your core. Christian has the annoying habit of being a chick magnet. All it takes is being nice for them to fall in love, and even though Yura has a dating ban, you see the way she looks at him.

Your thoughts hurt your heart. You know he didn’t do much wrong…this time.

You’ve heard enough. Unable to handle more information for now.

“I’m going home” you say slowly getting up.

Christian’s eyes shoot up to you, standing up just as quick.

“You are in no condition to drive. You still haven’t eaten, and I’m a thousand percent sure you have some type of a concussion.” He says standing in front of you.

“I’ll just call a cab then” you say trying to walk passed him, but he stops you by grabbing your wrist again.

“No. I don’t want you to be alone.” He says letting go of you.

“Stay” he simply says giving you a hopeful look, hoping that your tired and unstable self would just agree even though he knew that your stubbornness wouldn’t.

“Not while she’s here Christian.” You say. “I just need space. A shower and my own bed.”

“Then I’ll go with you” he tries again, but you simply shake your head declining his offer.

Christian gave up, knowing you wouldn’t listen to him. He decided to do something he wished he didn’t have to do, asking Dabin for help.

The thought of you being alone worried him more than the thought of Dabin spending the night at your place. He knew Dabin would never leave your side if he heard that you hurt yourself, and he was also the only person he could trust to take care of you right now that you wouldn’t decline.

After Christian told you Dabin was on his way to pick you up, you relax. Feeling comfort thinking of him being here soon.

Waiting for him you finally gave in to your heavy eyelids and pounding head. Falling asleep on Christian’s couch.

You open your eyes slowly, feeling like you were being moved quickly.

Your eyes slowly adjust to the night sky, looking out the window of a familiar car watching other cars drive by in the opposite direction. You were on the high way, on the way home.

You felt nice and warm due to an unfamiliar leather jacket wrapped around your frame, blinking a few more times before you finally look beside you.

It’s Dabin, focused on the road ahead of him.

You shift in your seat, the noise alerting him as he looks at you. Giving you a warm smile as your eyes meet.

“Hey there” he says not too loud and not too soft.

“Hi” your voice was barely audible but you try to crack a weak smile at him.

“Aigoo” he chuckles. “You look like you’ve been through world war 3” he says looking back at the road again.

“I have” you joke clearing your throat a little.

“We’re going to the doctor first thing in the morning you hear me?” he says a little angry. “How do you not take care of yourself enough to the point where you faint y/n?”

You just nod like a little kid being told off, looking at your expression his face softens, sighing at the sight of you.

“But first you need lots of sleep okay?” he says steering with one hand and softly petting your head with his other.

He accidently touches the bump on your head making you flinch. You smack his arm in response.

“Ouch!” you whine.

“Fuck, Sorry. I forgot.” He says putting both of his hand back on the steering wheel again.

You enter your apartment. The smell of amber and vanilla welcomes you. You inhale and exhale deeply, feeling comfortable to be back home.

Dabin walked closely behind you, watching your every move.

“I’m okaaaay” you sigh, annoyed at his tense behavior.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat?” he asks putting your handbag down on your kitchen counter.

“I just want to shower and go to sleep.”

“Okay, but eh y/n don’t lock the bathroom door just in case, alright?” he says sitting down on your couch and turning on the TV.

You roll your eyes and chuckle. “I won’t collapse again. I promise”

“You better not” he says following your movements with his eyes.

After you shower and put on your pajama’s you feel at least a hundred times better.

Dabin convinced you to eat a protein bar you had laying around before you went to sleep, and you had to admit. Even though the sight of it made you want to puke, you did feel better after consuming it.

He made sure your phone was in your charger. He even tidied your place up a bit when you were already sleeping.

He returned to your room, walking towards your bedside table, turning of the little light you always had on to fall asleep.

“Sleep tight y/n” he softly whispers pulling your covers over you.

He walked back to your living room, getting comfortable on your couch, reaching for his phone to text Christian, knowing he would be stressed out of the rest of the night if he didn’t know how you were doing right now.

Dabin opened the door for Christian. He walked in with bags filled with take out.

Dabin rubbed his hands together taking the food from Christian. “Fooo-ooood” Dabin says overjoyed as he walks towards your kitchen immediately. Christian just chuckled, taking off his shoes.

He walked into your living room, feeling somewhat weird being here again. The last time he was here he didn’t make it past the hallway.

He sighs walking towards Dabin, sitting down on one of the high stools behind your breakfast bar.

“Is she still asleep?” he asks watching Dabin devour the food already.

“Yah-yah-yah! Chew before you swallow” Christian says throwing a napkin at Dabin’s face.

“I’m hangry leave me alone.” Dabin says catching the napkin to wipe his mouth.

Christian leaned back on the stool. “Is she?”

Dabin simply nods as he takes another bite of his burrito.

Christian got up “I’ll go check on her” he says walking towards your bedroom leaving Dabin alone with his food.

He opened the door slightly and put his head through, checking to see if you were still asleep, and you were.

He walked in, slowly closing the door behind him, sitting down on the bed beside you.

He smiled looking at your sleeping state. He sweetly put your hair out of your face and put some strands of hair behind your ear. Taking his hand down further to caress your back.

He suddenly felt your fingers intertwine with his other hand. And he looked down to see you looking at him.

Your sudden act of affection surprised him a little, but he understood. You were sorry for jumping to conclusions, no matter how fucked up the situation at hand is right now.

“Hey” he whispers softly squeezing your hand, lifting it up to kiss the back of your hand.

“Hi” you greet him back staring at him. Your voice was raspy and low from just waking up.

“Can I join?” he asked giving you a little smile.

You nod shyly and scooch over.

He quickly got under the covers with you, you lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arm around his waist. He also wrapped his arm around yours, running his fingers through your hair the way you like it, making sure to avoid the bump on the side of your head.

He kissed your forehead. Closing his eyes. This is the first peaceful moment in forever.

Christian sighs, opening his eyes again after a minute or two.

“How do we get back to where we were?” he asks, mostly to himself but also to you.

You open your eyes hugging him tighter, not wanting to return to reality where your relationship is still too difficult to comprehend.

“Baby steps” you say. “It’ll take time”

“Luckily we have plenty of time.” He says caressing your back again. “I promise I won’t be a fuck up anymore. But you have to promise me that if something happens, you have to give me a chance and let me explain.”

You nod against his chest. Closing your eyes again

A week has passed.

Today was the day that Yura would move out as promised. Christian and you have been slowly working on your relationship again, taking it day by day. You have talked some things through and you made it clear to him that mending your trust would take time. He has been amazing to you though. Always checking in on you and calling, bringing over food because he knew you’d be too busy to cook. You even started tagging each other in meme’s again.

You had a mild concussion from your fall, and were able to go back to work after just a few days of bed rest. You ate and slept a lot through these days, trying to get yourself back to optimum health before you got back to work.

Dabin and Christian would take turns to check on you, the first day it was cute, but on the third and last day it started to get annoying how they wouldn’t leave you alone. It felt like old times though. How you would just laugh and mess around with each other. You smiled to yourself, thinking back to last night when the three of you watched a horror movie together and how Ian and Dabin would jump, scream and hug each other out of fear. Pussy’s.

You park your car and get out, closing the door.

You arrived at the YG training center. Taking in a deep breath before you entered.

You decided to give Yura another chance. Feeling bad for her with everything that has been going on in her life. You enter the dance studio and see her sitting down, stretching, just like you always told her to do before practices. She looked at you surprised when you walked in. Standing up immediately.

“Oh…eonnie…What are you doing here?” she asks cautiously.

You place down your bag walking to the sound system to connect your phone to it.

“Sorry I’m late” is all you say.

She immediately got the hint. Her confused and cautious facial expression shifted to a slight smile.

“T-thank you eonnie, I’m really sorry about everything that happened, I never intended to come between the two of you and- “

you stop her from talking anymore. Not wanting to ruin your good mood.

“Let’s put that behind us. We both acted crazy.” You sitting down on the floor with her.

“Christian oppa was the only person willing to help me out. I would have asked you too but we weren’t exactly getting along well…”

“You know, I would have let you stay with me. Not out of pity, but because that would make me a lot more comfortable than knowing you were with him every single night.” You say honestly.

She blinks a few times at your words. “I did like him.” She suddenly says.

You look up at her, surprised at her confession. “You did?”

“The first night” she sighs “The first night I tried to come on to him but he declined me, telling me he was already seeing someone.” She says looking to the floor.

“Wait what?” you say trying to get her to tell you more.

“When Christian oppa told me he was seeing you, I was so sad. I immaturely put his clothes on when I came to the meeting, knowing you’d be there.” She says embarrassed looking to the floor.

You just stare at her. Unable to wrap your head around her words, you just burst out laughing.

She looks at you surprised and awkwardly laughs with you.

“I’m still…really sorry eonnie” she says.

“It’s okay. I know how easy it is to fall for him” you say stretching your legs. “Let’s begin okay?”

You drank some water and sat down on a bench looking at Yura lay on the floor spreading her arms and legs, panting out of exhaustion.

“You did well today” you say taking another sip before throwing the water bottle to her so she could have a sip.

She caught it with both hands, quickly drinking out of it as if she had been dehydrated for a couple of days.

“I tried extra hard today” she says getting up and stretching out.

“You better. I would have walked right out again if you didn’t” you say in your teacher like tone.

Your phone rang, it was Christian.

“Hey, where are you? I’m at your house but you’re nowhere to be found.” He says.

You quickly look at Yura who was on her own phone, probably going through social media.

“I’m at YG” you say

He didn’t respond.

“…Ian?” you ask.

“uhh why?” he eventually answered.

“I’m giving Yura another chance.” You say, hearing her name she looked up at you. Knowing who you were on the phone with she paid a little more attention.

“I figured that if I could give you another chance than I could give her one too.” You say pursing your lips together.

Yura smiled to herself at your words, and focused back on her phone again.

“Does…that mean…you’re back with DPR?” he asks cautiously.

You sigh. “Yes”

“Oh my god!” he nearly screams through the phone. Ecstatic and relieved.

You hold the phone a little further from your ear at his loud voice. “If that’s okay with you of course” you say teasing him a little.

“Of course it is. Without a doubt. No fucking question about it.”

You were happy that he was happy again. Things really were slowly getting back to normal, he might even still have a chance to direct her mv.

“I’ll be there in 10” he says hanging up.

You chuckle at your phone and put it down.

“Was that Christian oppa?” Yura asked getting up.

You just nod and give her a soft smile. “He’ll be here soon, If you freshen up we’ll give you a ride to your sisters place. “

She nods, taking her towel and her phone “Thanks eonnie” she says walking to the ladies’ room to change in clean non-sweat-drenched clothes.

You close your eyes, content with being alone in silence for a little bit. How did all of this happen in just 10 days. You feel like the past two weeks were just as long as two months.

After exactly 10 minutes Christian and Dabin walked in. You greet both of them with hugs and they sit down on the floor with you, waiting for Yura.

“This is literally the last place I expected to find you in” Dabin says scratching his head.

“I decided to be the bigger person” you say shrugging.

Christian just smiled at you, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“Stop that shit, not in front of me.” Dabin says dramatically waving his hands around.

The both of you just chuckle, when finally Yura walks in. The look in her eyes alerted the three of you.

“We have a problem” she says in a panicked voice.

The three of you got up, walking over to her when she shows all of you an article on her phone.

“Former Kpop Idol and now director Christian Yu dating Kim Yura. YG’ Entertainments new gem.” you read out loud.

Christian’s eyes widened and so did Dabin’s. You swallow harshly. Oh fuck no.

“What the f-“ Christian says not finishing his sentence, taking Yura’s phone from her.

He clicked on the aticle to see what it says.

“Kim Yura was allegedly spotted going in and out of his house for 10 days in a row, confirming the fact that Kim Yura and Christian Yu, formerly known as Rome from C-Clown share an intimate relationship together.” He reads out loud.

He scrolled down. Looking at the “proof” seeing dispatch photos of the both of them outside of his house.

“This was today…when I helped her move her stuff to her sisters’ place.” he says still not believing his eyes.

Christian’s eyes dart to you, checking your facial expression. But your attention was diverted to Yura, who was now crying.

You rub her back trying to comfort her. “Oh my god if my manager sees this. If Yang Hyun Suk sajang-nim sees this!” she says choking up.

Dabin stood there awkwardly. Not knowing what to do given the fact he didn’t know Yura all too well.

“I’ll get you some water” he says escaping the scene.

Christian sat down on the bench. Looking at Yura crying on your shoulder.

This is literally the worst thing that could happen to a rookie idol. Dating scandals were awful to begin with, especially when they weren’t true, but try to explain that to the media and the public.

You felt bad for her, Christian wouldn’t suffer much damage from this, none at all actually. Maybe people in the industry would talk but he could simply clarify the situation to them. If anything this was publicity for him, but for her. Her whole world must be falling apart.

At that Dabin returns with a man behind him. He awkwardly stood behind Christian. Wrapping his arms around Christian’s neck, watching the scene unfold.

It was Lee Hyung Suk, Yura’s manager.

“I saw the article” he says dryly.

Yura looked to the floor facing him. “I-it’s not true”

“I DON’T CARE IF IT’S TRUE OR NOT. HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!?” He yelled at her.

She squinted her eyes closed, ready to take a verbal beating but you stepped in front of her.

“Hey, if you would have just arranged a place for her to live none of this would have happened.” You say angrily.

Dabin, Christian, Yura and her manager looked at you with a surprised expression on their faces.

Who would’ve thought you out of all people, would defend Kim Yura.

“Excuse me young lady?” he says looking you in the eye. He’s scary. Really scary. “We can just tell them the truth right? About her parents” You eventually say.

“Absolutely not. Having a rebellious daughter who disobeys the wishes of her parents is far worse than a dating scandal. We can make a better story out of this” he says as if it’s no big deal.

“A better story?” Christian asks getting up.

“Let’s just go with it for a while” Her manager says, looking at Christian.

“If we take this opportunity and mold it our own way we could take this ‘scandal’ and turn it into something worthwhile for the both of you”

Yura stayed quiet, quickly looking at you and Christian.

“Let’s just go with it.” Her manager says again.

Christian looked at him startled. “I don’t…” he starts. “If you don’t want to that’s fine also, but that means you’ll ruin her career before it has even begun.” Hyung Suk states crossing his arms.

“Oppa” Yura says. All of you look at her. “I know I have asked the world from you already. But if you do this for me, I promise I will never bother you again. I just really don’t know what to do anymore.” She says as tears fall down her face.

You take a step back, looking at Christian with burning eyes but he didn’t look back at you. Dabin looked at you knowing that if Christian agreed on doing this. Your heart would break, again.

He walked towards Yura, wiping her tears away.

“Stop crying.” He says letting go of her and looking at Lee Hyung Suk. “Well?” Hyung suk asks.

You close your eyes.

“Fine” Christian says “I’ll do it.”

Chapter 5

#christian yu #christian yu scenarios #khh scenarios #hong dabin scenarios #hong dabin #dpr live #dpr live scenarios #christian yu smut #khh imagines

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theblamelessone · 7 years

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Sugar Cookies (BTS)

AO3

Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Smut which magically turned into kind of fluff at some point, idk

Summary: Suga and Jungkook have been in a secret relationship for some time now. One day though, Kookie gets a little too touchy with Taehyung and Yoongi gets overly jealous.

Including: Jealousy, dirty talk, some tying up, biting, hickeys, sub(JK)/dom(YG), overstimulation kink

Word count: 3,686

“Jungkookie, you’re so tense today… Is something wrong?”, Tae aks out of the blue, appearing behind the younger man, then starting to massage his shoulders in a professional manner. He seems to know where to touch Jungkook’s body to make him relax his muscles, which actually surprises Kookie.

“No, hyung~“, he answers, closing his eyes at the pleasurable sensation of his senior’s fingers running gently over his shoulder blades. “I might be just a little tired…”.

The second Jungkook says those words, the room he’s been in with just V fills in with the rest of the boys. The youngest finds the eyes of his secret lover, Min Yoongi, and while his eyes fill with happiness, Suga’s stay emotionless, a bit sleepy.

Kookie feels like he saw some feeling inside of them, though he can’t put his finger on it. Yoongi has always been a big question mark whenever he and Kookie weren’t alone. He might smile, he might even show some other emotions on his face, but he’s always a closed book. The Maknae keeps on thinking of it whenever he feels like touching his lover in one way or another, but being with others at the same time. He’d love to stop hiding, at least in front of other boys, but he’s been through that talk with Yoongi million times and he knows trying again won’t change a thing.

“Our little Kookie seems a bit stressed today, right, hyung?”, Tae asks Jin, who just happens to block Jungkook’s view, which has been back of Yoongi’s head. Youngest’s gaze goes up to the oldest member of the band, who’s smiling lightly.

“Maybe a bit”, answers Jin. “He looks like a pirate”, everyone stop in the middle of their actions to look at Seokjin in confusion. “You know what he’d say on his eightyth birthday?”, there’s a wide smile on oldest’s face.

“Stop”, Yoongi’s reaction happens to be immediate and loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.

“Aye, matey!”, Jin finishes his joke, not minding Suga’s comment, just to start off with his histerical laughter that resembles windshield wipers. He then realizes he’s the only one laughing and walks off to a couch with a quiet whine, while others continue on with their actions.

Also Taehyung, as he doesn’t feel like stopping the massage he gives to the youngest member. His hands go lower, to the middle of boy’s back and he leans forward, closing his eyes and whimpering a little.

“Oh my God, hyung, this is so good”, Jungkook’s head falls forward as he begins to feel more and more relaxed.

“Kookie will fall asleep if you keep going”, Hoseok is the one to laugh.

“Then I hope he’ll sleep well”, Tae gives his cutest smile as the answer.

“Right there!”, Kookie slightly rises his voice, as V’s thumb pushes at the most pleasurable spot on his back. “Oh I will sleep like a baby after this”.

The minutes pass and unfortunately for Jungkook, Taehyung becomes tired and flops on a couch beside Jin to watch some YouTube video they find amusing, leaving the boy alone on a lonely chair.

“I think I’ll go to sleep”, says Kookie, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. He silently hopes Suga sees his belly showing while his shirt goes up.

“Goodnight”, says Namjoon, quietly.

As Kookie exits the room, Yoongi’s eyes dart up and pierce through Taehyung, who’s now clinging to Jin. Anger that builded up in Suga doesn’t want to chill, to calm down and let his heart fall back into it’s regular rhythm. Tae literally made Jungkook moan in front of him and the latter didn’t make a move to protest, he actually liked it!

Fury is boiling Yoongi’s blood, jealousy present as never before. He definitely feels something for that kid. It’s no longer the way it was in the beginning, when their relationship was a simple sex tention reliever. They’d meet up in manager’s office or in one of the bathrooms, just to get rid of the uneasy feeling in their pants.

The first time they did it, it was Kookie who came to Suga. The latter has never been more shocked than that day, when the words “Would you let me suck you off? You can close your eyes and pretend I’m a beautiful girl, hyung. Please”, left Maknae’s soft lips. At first Yoongi refused, thinking that younger male was either drunk or high as fuck, but then he gave up, as the boy started to plead. He pretended not to be attracted to Jungkook in any way, pretending not to feel the best head he’s ever gotten.

Next time, they went halfway, as Suga couldn’t help himself and had to kiss the younger man, to feel those amazing lips with his own. He had no power in himself to let go of them, and all they did was rub their dicks together while having a steamed up makeout session.

After a couple of times of doing that while sitting next to a bathroom wall between a shower and a sink, Jungkook willingly gave himself to Suga, literally begging the older male to have “real” sex with him.

And after that, Yoongi knew he will never be able to sleep with anyone other than the Maknae.

Without thinking, Yoongi gets up from his seat on the couch opposite from the one Jin, Namjoon and Tae sat on and goes towards the door with a blank expression.

“Where are you going, hyung?”, asks Jimin from the other side of the room and Suga now remembers he isn’t alone.

“To bed, Chim. Goodnight”, he says, barely looking over his shoulder.

“Goodnight”, answers the choir of five male voices, before Yoongi disappears behind the door. He doesn’t go to his room, he walks pass it, not even looking at the door. His pace fastens, when he remembers how angry he became at Kookie’s shameless whines caused by V’s sneaky hands with long fingers.

He doesn’t even knock at Jungkook’s door, he just opens it slowly, pretending not to be there. The room is already dark, though none of Kookie’s soft snores are audible.

“Who’s that?”, Suga hears Kookie’s raspy, sleepy voice somewhere in the dark. He doesn’t answer though, as he walks slowly towards boy’s bed, quietly locking the door. He kneels on the edge of Jungkook’s bed, making sure on to indicate who he is.

“Yoongi-hyung, is that you?”, the Maknae turns in his sheets, blindly finding Suga’s hand and squeezing it lightly. “Oh, it’s you, Oppa”, Yoongi can hear Kookie smile.

“How do you know?”, he asks, trying to keep his voice calm and cold, showing that he’s mad at his lover.

“You’re the only one that uses such perfumes, also, your fingers are long and skinny, the ones of a pianist, though they’re smaller than Tae’s”, at the mention of V, Yoongi remembers why he came into this room in the first place.

“Why did you let Taehyung touch you like that, boy?”, Kookie is startled as he doesn’t hear “baby boy”, but a lonely “boy” leaving his lover’s lips. Suga is angry. “Why, Jungkook?”

“It was a massage, nothing complex, Oppa. You saw everything”, Kookie sits up and turns on the lamp standing on a night stand next to the bed.

“That makes it even worse. You weren’t even bothered by the fact that I heard your moans, you little slut”, Suga barks out in anger, jealousy getting the best of him. He snaps his hand out of Kookie’s grasp, just to catch his wrists and put them over boy’s head, as he falls back on the bed, his legs spread for Yoongi like in an invitation.

“Oppa, I didn’t mean to make you angry, I’m sorry”, Jungkook says barely above the whisper. “A- are you jealous?”, happiness spreads around Kookie’s bloodstream and even though he tries, he can’t stop his smirk from appearing.

“What’s so funny to you, boy?”, Suga growls lowly, narrowing his eyes at the Maknae. He then grinds his hips against the other male’s, who lets out a huff. “You know what I’m about to do, little horny slut?”

“What is it, Oppa?”, Kookie licks his lips, not hiding his arousal. The fact that Yoongi got jealous over Tae’s massage makes Jungkook happy the way he hasn’t ever been before. His lover actually feels something for him. He just doesn’t know what.

“You’re going to be tied up and marked from head to toe. They’ll know you’re mine and nobody else’s”, Kookie’s breath hitches in his throat as Yoongi’s mouth attacks his Adam’s apple. The latter bites the skin and sucks on it, not hard enough to bruise yet, but to let younger male know what is going to happen. “Mine”.

“Oppa!”, Kookie breathes out, fidgeting in Suga’s grip a little. The older one lets go of his hands to unbuckle his belt and the Maknae takes this as an opportunity to tangle his fingers in his lover’s messy hair, which earns him a low grunt before his lips become locked with Yoongi’s. They swallow each other’s moans, both unconsciously griding their hips, creating a nice friction between their members and cloth separating the two of them.

Soon enough, Kookie’s hands are taken away from Suga’s head as the latter turns the boy around, so that his back is right against Yoongi’s chest, which gives him better access to boy’s arms. He ties them with his leather belt.

“Yoongi-hyung, it’s tight enough…”, whines Jungkook as Yoongi tightens his belt.

“What are you supposed to call me, boy?”, older male’s sentence is followed by a spank on Kookie’s butt.

“Sorry, Oppa. Sorry”, Jungkook is really bad at hiding his arousal, so his partner knows that he’s already into the right mood, just by hearing his voice. Younger man begins to whine, as Suga’s head dissappears under his shirt to leave bite marks and hickeys, one after another. It’s quite uncomfortable for Jungkook, sice his arms are tied together on his back and Yoongi’s movements lift his limbs, but he takes it like a good boy would.

Yoongi falls in trance, tracing imprecise shapes on boy’s back with his trained tongue. He starts off with Jungkook’s spine, as he licks it from the nape of his neck to the very bottom, where his boxers start. He then slowly bites his shoulder blades, forgetting about absolutely everything, not even listening to his lover’s quiet moans.

First hickey he leaves is in that one, soft spot on Kookie’s right side, over one of his cute moles.

“Oppa…”, Jungkook whines, his voice a mere whisper. “Please, it’s enough…”, he moves his hips back and forth, creating friction between his member and the bedsheets.

“Be a good boy and stay quiet”, says Suga, his voice firm and cold, as he stops Jungkook’s movements with his hands, his head still under younger man’s T-shirt.

By the time Yoongi is done with his partner’s back, it’s covered in all kinds of red bruises - bites, hickeys, scratches.

The temptation to take Kookie’s tight boxers off is a real pain to Yoongi, so to avoid going too fast, he turns his partner around.

And that’s a mistake.

Boy’s lewd expression, loud gasps and rock hard dick make Suga’s pants tighter than ever. Swallowed by lust, he attacks Maknae’s neck, leaving more hickeys and bite marks. Not being able to control himself, he grinds his hard member against Kookie’s hip, making the latter moan.

“O-Oppa!”, Jungkook’s whine is so loud, Yoongi is sure someone heard him. He doesn’t have the willpower to care though.

Suga’s hands are all over the other male’s body, while they kiss passionately, making Kookie’s moans almost silent.

“Yoongi-oppa, please, please…”, whines Jungkook, moving his hips ever so slightly.

“What do you want, baby boy?”

“I want you, Daddy”, Kookie whispers in an answer to his lover’s question, devilish smirk growing on is lips.

And that’s when Suga loses it.

He throws his shirt off and behind him with couple of swift moves, to then work his jeans off. Jungkook has no time to react, as his liver’s lips connect with his once again.

“You’re mine, Jeon Jungkook. Mine”, says Yoongi very quietly, barely moving his face from younger man’s.

“I am, Oppa”, Kookie opens his eyes to see Suga with his closed. “But are you mine as well?”, that question makes the older man open his eyes and look into his lover’s dark voids full of some soft heat that makes him question himself.

What does that mean? Does he want to know if Suga would let him top? Or does he want to know if he loves him? Does he still want a real relationship, the one without hididng?

“Are you mine, Yoongi-hyung? Are you mine the way I’m yours?”, the Maknae looks like a lost puppy when he asks again.

Yoongi decides not to waste any more time and simply listen to his heart, as he slowly leans down and touches his partner’s lips very gently with his own. The other gasps, not expecting such delicate gesture, but accepts it without second thought.

“I think so…”

“Do you love me?”, Kookie’s words are so very soft and quiet; his voice lightly creaks at the end of the sentence.

The whole situation is so abstract, no rationally thinking person would imagne it (self- roasting author here lmao). They’re both heated up like volcanos waiting to errupt, confessing their feelings, as if they’re at the beginning of high school affair.

“I- I don’t know”, answers Suga, watching Jungkook’s lips part a little.

“Good thing I do”, the Maknae gasps out, making his lover a little uneasy. “Untie me, please”.

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to help the boy sit up after taking the leather belt off of his wrists.

“I love you, Min Yoongi”, Kookie says, casually wrapping his now lightly bruised arms around his partner’s waist and laying his forehead on his shoulder, which the latter doesn’t expect at all. “Ever since the beginning have I loved you”.

After a second of hesitation, Suga lets himself embrace the younger male back. Then they sit like that, wrapped in one another for a while, until Yoongi decides to speak.

“I might lo- love you as well”, he gets a bit flustered saying that to a bandmate, younger at that. He’s not entirely sure as to what he’s feeling; it’s strange.

“Then can we be boyfriends and stop hiding from the rest?”, Jungkook nuzzles Yoongi’s neck with the tip of his soft nose.

“Do you want to?”, the tone of the older male’s voice changes as he smirks slightly, alredy knowing the answer.

“I do”, Kookie laughs shyly.

“Then show me how much, baby boy”, Yoongi fits himself on top of Jungkookie’s left thigh and grinds against it. Then they start making out all over again, the younger man happier than ever.

It doesn’t take a long time before he’s laying on the pillows shirtless and gasping for air, while Suga searches for lube and condoms in a nightstand next to a bed. Once he succeeds, he works Kookie’s boxers off of him to reveal a leaking, usually big dick, already red with all the blood inside.

“Already so, Kookie?”, Yoongi smiles devilishly, touching his lover’s member with a single finger.

“Oh, don’t act like you’re better now, Oppa”, Jungkook sits up with a smirk and lays his whole hand over Suga’s clothed crotch.

“Such a brat”, laughs Yoongi before starting a new dance between their tongues.

Their hands roam on each other’s bodies, hums and whimpers mix as well as their breaths. In their bloodstream flows nothing other than pure ecstasy, lust and obviously love, which all together make Yoongi more confused than ever, but doesn’t make him stop.

During another few seconds, Kookie’s slender fingers slide his lover’s boxers off of his hips and down his thighs to reveal his needy member, also leaking with arousal.

The older male then opens the tube of lube, parting from Jungkook’s lips. He pours quite a big amount of liquid on fingers of his right hand and then warms it between them.

Kookie spreads his legs wider without hesitation, as Yoongi’s pointing finger massages his hole.

“Mh… Finally”, the boy whines, smiling slightly.

The situation changes within minutes and the Maknae is a whining and gasping mess as three of Suga’s fingers curl inside of him, hitting his prostate every time. The boy bites down on the pillow nearby him, trying to minimize his moans so that nobody hears them.

“It’s too late, baby boy…”, whispers Yoongi into is lover’s ear. “I bet they heard you already… You can let them know I’m not done yet, darling”, the older man smiles at what he said right before rubbing his dick against his lover’s and making him moan loudly. “Exactly, just like that”

It all goes downhill from there.

Suga takes his fingers out of Kookie’s ass to then put a condom on and coat his cock with lube, not to hurt the Maknae in any way. Then he pushes the head of it against younger’s mentioned entrance, licking his lips at the sight of Jungkook’s flushed face and sound of his high pitched whimper.

“Oh… The tongue technology”, the Maknae gasps out, making Yoongi smirk and stick his tongue out for a second.

When the older’s dick is already deep inside, he bents over and kisses the younger one with his mouth open. He slides his tongue against the other’s palate couple of times to then let their tongues dance one more time and pull away, slightly thrusting his hips backwards, to pull out a little and make Kookie moan like crazy.

“You said something about my tongue?”

“I love it, you know… Oppa”, Jungkook wraps his arms tightly around Suga’s shoulders, bringing him closer. He then whispers, “Fuck me so hard that when you finish and ask me how much is two plus two I’m gonna scream your name, Daddy”

He doesn’t have to repeat himself, because his words are enough for Suga to start punding him into the mattress so hard boy’s eyes roll up into his skull and strained scream escapes his throat.

“You yourself brought this upon you, baby boy”, Suga whispers, feeling the Maknae’s tight ass over his rock hard cock.

Kookie’s throaty shouts fill the the room illuminated only by a dim light of a small lamp on a nightstand, as his nails dig into his lover’s back and scratch down in the direction of Suga’s narrow hips.

“Oh- Oh GOD!”, the boy does everythiung in his power to keep himself looking into the eyes of his lover, since he knows how much he loves it, but he simply can’t. He wiggles under Suga’s moving body, his head hitting the pillows over and over again, the pleasure from Yoongi’s cock pounding his prostate too much to endure.

Suga can feel himself nearing the edge as well, but decides to ignore it and focus on the boy underneath him first. He slows his thrustst down to minimum, while caressing Maknae’s left cheek and kissisng him softly, like he has never done before.

“O- Oppa, I love you so much”, Jungkook speaks softly, with his eyes unfocused and hooded with his lids. “I’m so close, please, let me… Let me, Daddy”

Yoongi doesn’t realize it himself at first, but he comes with one more thrust, all while simply looking at younger’s expression.

“Oppa…? Did you…”

“I did”, Suga moans out, riding his orgasm out and then pulling out of the boy. “But don’t worry… Remember what you said about my tongue?”

Jungkook has no time for reaction, as Yoongi lowers himself on his body, grabs his dick with his whole hand and starts pumping it rythmically.

“Yoongi!”, the younger male sits up rapidly, his eyes widening at the sensation.

His lover then, looking into his eyes, licks the tip of his throbbing and leaking precum cock, which makes him release a high-pitched moan.

Suga twirls his skilled tongue around the tip of younger’s dick, then takes his time to slowly take it into his mouth and allow the very top of it touch the back of his throat. Kookie hums in delight, tangling his fingers in Suga’s fluffy hair.

Then, as the older one wants to make his lover moan and possibly scream, he puts one of his fingers into Kookie’s - now loose - hole and quickly finds his prostate, taking the Maknae by surprise and making him squeek. He also doesn’t waste more time at teasing, knowing Jungkook is close enough to end the whole process in mere minutes, and starts to bob his head up and down quickly, while sucking his cheeks in and rubbing boy’s prostate not so gently.

Jungkook’s hums and whimpers change into loud moans and then into screams as he can’t take the heat in his lower abdomen anymore and releases into his bandmate’s mouth, too preoccupied with his own screaming to be able to warn him.

He then, acting only on his instinct, grabs Yoongi’s head with both of his hands (falling on his back and arching it because of the sensations) and pushes it downwards, getting his member into rapper’s throat and spilling his own cum out of his mouth, which the latter doesn’t expect, as normally, anyone other’s dick would ache already.

“Rub it, rub it”, Jungkook’s voice is hoarse and raspy as he quickly, but only a little, moves his hips to make Suga know he means his prostate.

Yoongi does as the younger male wants and then a loud squeal leaves boy’s mouth, as Suga feels his cock twitch a couple of times and then release something warm into his throat, which isn’t necessarily pleasurable.

“Did I just discover another one of your kinks, baby boy?”, Suga asks after laying himself next to his lover. Kookie nods shyly. “Overstimulation… I didn’t expect that, darling”, he lets him know with a quiet chuckle.

Before the older one falls asleep, he uses his shirt to clean his boyfriend’s belly and thigs out of their cum and turns off the light, to then slowly lay himself next to now calm, but still too overpowered by the intensivity of his orgasm to move, Kookie and cover them with a blanket.

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook”, he whispers, now sort of more sure of his feelings.

He then falls asleep to the quiet words “I always loved you and love you now”.

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