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Ease - Part 18

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 6.2k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: only one part left!! hope you like this 💛

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“We’ll drop you off here,” said Yeona kindly, turning around from the front seat to give you a reassuring smile. “Go get him, tiger.”

Mijung sprung from her seat to give you a hug, the smell of chocolate clinging to her clothes. As you breathed it in, you let it comfort you and calm your nerves, as you knew that whatever was about to happen, they were there to support you afterwards.

“Good luck,” she whispered in your ear, before she grinned so widely you could’ve sworn the corners of her mouth disappeared into her hair.

They drove off to find somewhere to park, leaving you in your hometown by yourself. Everything was exactly how you remembered it: the markets, the streets, the people taking their dogs for a walk. It was nice to be surrounded by the comforts of home, but the worries of Taehyung were all you could think about. Was he going to snub you? Was he going to turn around and say he didn’t want to see you again? The way he’d ended it wasn’t exactly promising.

But first, you had to find him. You thought to check if he was at his house, but when you arrived, the place was locked up and it looked like no one was there. It seemed unlikely he would’ve been, but you would’ve kicked yourself if you didn’t make sure. Next, you went to check the market where they sold fresh fish, meats, fruits and vegetables and a variety of other bits and bobs. You and Taehyung always enjoyed going there after school, as you had made friends with the sellers and they gave you special discounts whenever you saw them.

“Y/N!” called Sungki, an old man who worked behind the meat counter. “Haven’t seen you for a while! Where’s Taehyung?”

“Was going to ask you the same thing,” you said gloomily. “I don’t know where to look.”

“Ah, that’s a shame. Try that new ice cream parlour. I’ve heard it’s pretty good. Do you want some pork?”

Shaking your head but thanking him, you ran in the direction of the parlour, becoming slightly frantic. If you didn’t find him quickly, you wouldn’t have much time to talk. And you needed as much time as you could get.

It was an extremely hot day, and after running for only a couple of minutes, you were too warm and sweaty to continue. Walking to the ice cream shop, your heart sunk lower when Taehyung was nowhere to be seen.

“Think, Y/N,” you told yourself firmly, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Where would Taehyung go if he wanted to get away from everyone?”

Nothing came to mind. Infuriated with yourself, you sat down heavily on a bench, almost on the verge of giving up. Maybe you really didn’t know Taehyung after all.

A couple of middle-aged women strode past in gym gear, with fluorescent headbands holding back their hair. You caught a snatch of their conversation as they hurried past, along with the sound of new trainers squeaking.

“… and I said I wouldn’t take him to the park again if he was going to misbehave. Honestly, it’d be much easier taking him to an empty field so he wouldn’t mess about with the other kids…”

Sitting up straight, you had one last thought as to where Taehyung might’ve been.


The field was exactly how you’d remembered it. The grass hadn’t been cut, so the green was smattered with yellow and white from the buttercups and daisies. Everything looked fresh and vibrant, despite the muggy feel to the air. Your t-shirt clung to your back and the grass tickled your feet as you walked, but the familiarity of home gave you a new sense of hope, blossoming in your chest under the perfect, periwinkle blue sky that you saw every summer. And there, in the near distance, was a boy wearing a mustard coloured shirt with his back to you.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you didn’t have the same doubts that your mother had as to who it was. There was something about the way Taehyung held himself as he stood there, his hands in his pockets and the breeze toying with his hair that you could recognise from a mile off. As you got closer, you noticed that he’d dyed his hair a soft brown colour to combat the pale orange that came before it. Your flipflops stuck to your feet as you ambled towards him, and you could feel your heart rate increasing as you were sure that Taehyung was aware of the sound of your footwear.

When you were a few metres away, you stopped, too unsure to move any closer. Now that you’d slowed down and the frenzied panic of his whereabouts had gone, you felt almost giddy with anticipation. Taehyung turned his head before anything else, letting his eyes wander up and down your frozen frame before rotating his full body around.

Neither of you said a word. Instead, you let the sound of the birds fill the silence as you stared into his brown eyes, letting the memories of the past few months flood back. There was so much to say, so much to discuss and sort out, but you didn’t know how to begin.

Wringing your clammy hands together, you licked your dry lips and opened your mouth to speak, but Taehyung beat you to it.

“You’re missing the dance,” he stated, the slight lift in his eyebrows widening his eyes. Normally, you would’ve taken that body language as surprised, but instead, his words sounded as if he was mocking you for making the wrong decision. You shouldn’t have come here, his eyes seemed to say.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer. “I’m sorry, Taehyung. I’m so, so sorry.”

Taehyung didn’t react, his mouth still slightly open from his last comment and his eyebrows raised. There was no acceptance, no inclination that he listened to your apologies. He just stared.

This was a Taehyung you hadn’t seen before, and it scared you witless. Your mind going into overdrive, you continued talking, not quite knowing what to do. “You have every right not to forgive me,” you mumbled, slightly slurring your words as your mouth moved before your brain could catch up. “I know that you’re mad at me, I understand. I was so stupid to think that keeping it from you would be the best thing, even though at the time, I was certain that I shouldn’t get involved. It wasn’t my business, but you’re my friend, and I should’ve said something, even though it would’ve broke you.”

Immediately, the front Taehyung had been putting up had completely crashed. The hardened glaze over his eyes had melted, and the emotion swelled on his face. The change was almost heart breaking to watch, but Taehyung turned away as he blinked heavily, trying not to let it show. Slowly, he began walking further into the field, but stopped after only a few steps. Tentatively, he held out his hand behind him for you to take.

Your body didn’t seem to function properly. One part of you was screaming at you to not give in that easily, but the other part of you wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his hand around yours. Ignoring your better judgement, you let your fingers slide between his, his soft skin sending chills down your neck despite the warm weather. With gentle tugging, he led you further into the field, occasionally looking back to see if you were struggling to keep up where the grass grew longer. With the sun highlighting the slight orange undertones to his hair and the tan of his skin, you were almost in awe of the older boy, but you forced yourself to push those thoughts away. It wasn’t the right time, because everything wasn’t right. And you needed to fix it.

Holding hands like that was an old habit of Taehyung’s; he was so full of energy that he’d grab your hand to pull you along while he bounded in front of you like an excited puppy. However, now he strode calmly in front, as if he knew what was going to happen wasn’t something to look forward to.

Eventually, Taehyung found the spot he’d been looking for, and he sat down on the slightly worn out grass that overlooked the buildings of the city. Cautiously, you sat cross-legged next to him, watching him out of the corner of your eye for any change in reaction. However, Taehyung continued to stare through the trees, a strange sort of pained look on his face hiding underneath the peaceful exterior.

“Do you regret going to Seoul?” asked Taehyung suddenly, seemingly in deep thought.

You knew what he meant. He might’ve well have said, ‘Did you regret going to a place where you were supposed to branch out and become your own person, but were unable to because you were clinging onto the past?’

You had many regrets. You regretted eating so many sweets in the car journey because, mixed with nerves, you felt sick for hours afterwards. You regretted not putting on sunscreen when Taehyung told you you’d get burnt one time, and you ended up with a strange red tan that didn’t go away for weeks. You regretted hurting people. You regretted keeping secrets.

“If I didn’t go to Seoul, I would’ve never admitted to you my feelings,” you said truthfully, pulling at stalks of grass as Namjoon’s wise words flooded back to you. “I wouldn’t have made all the mistakes, true, but I wouldn’t have learnt anything, either. Seeing you every day without ever being more than friends proved to me so many things, so I’m glad that I didn’t let you go so easily. That’s why I’m here now, because I know you’re mad at me and you hate me for it-”

“I’m not mad at you,” he mumbled. You did a double take, but Taehyung continued avoiding eye contact by looking at the scenery ahead. “Even if I was angry, it wouldn’t make me hate you. You don’t stop loving someone when you’re mad.”

There was that word again: love. Hearing it from Taehyung’s mouth while he was describing you made your stomach do backflips. “Then… why did you come home if you’re not mad at me?”

He smiled gently, as if remembering something funny. “I was mad, to begin with, which made me feel homesick. But when I came home, I knew that I wasn’t really. More… upset. And that’s when I knew for certain that I was stupidly in love with you, because I couldn’t even be properly angry. I just forgave you.”

They were words you’d always wanted to hear, but you’d never imagined you’d hear them after a fight, and you never thought they’d make you feel worse. How could you have missed the signs when they seemed so blatant now?

“You don’t have to forgive me,” you argued, a pebble lodged in your throat again. “I should’ve told you sooner about Yeji. Maybe if I had, you wouldn’t have been so upset and then none of this would’ve happened.”

The impassive expression that Taehyung wore switched to confusion as he finally turned to look at you. It was only a small change in emotion, but it was enough to make you feel idiotic.

“You… haven’t figured it out yet?” he asked slowly, his deep voice dragging out each word.

“What do you mean?” you frowned.

“I wasn’t upset because I split with Yeji. Well,” he shrugged, “I was upset, but there was another reason behind the split that I was more upset about. It was more mutual than you think.”

You wanted to split up with her?”

“No, no, let me explain.” Taking a shuddering breath, he looked down at your hands, which were still fiddling with the grass. “The night we broke up, I was going out to see Yeji, because she said she had something to tell me. When I left the house, I saw you and Jungkook talking just outside the gate, and I was about to make myself known but then I saw him kiss you. It was the biggest awakening I’ve had, because when I realised you weren’t fighting him away, I realised that I’d pushed you away too much. I ran past, and I don’t think you noticed, but I ran all the way to Yeji’s house. I cried because I’d messed everything up, and that the person I loved wasn’t the person I was dating. When Yeji knew that I didn’t love her, she told me that she didn’t love me either, and proceeded to break up with me. I didn’t want to come home and see you with Jungkook, so I headed to that café. So, really,” he concluded, his eyes shining, “I was upset because I knew I’d missed my chance.”

You were speechless. Taehyung shifted around on the ground, looking uncomfortable and shamefaced, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Thinking back on it, you could faintly remember someone brushing by you as Jungkook kissed you, but you’d been so engrossed in the situation that you didn’t think anything of it.  You could barely comprehend all the new information.

“That’s when you realised you loved me?” you breathed, becoming slightly lightheaded.

Taehyung grinned, showing off his boxy smile before his face fell again, although his eyes remained bright as he reminisced. “Oh no,” he shook his head, “I knew I was falling for you back in middle school. There was that time that I took you to that music room and I sang for you. I was so nervous because I hadn’t sung in front of anyone before, but you looked even more scared than I was. During the chorus, you began to join in, and I remember you belting out the lyrics with your head thrown back. When I saw you like that, just the raw Y/N with all your pretences stripped away, something good hit me right in the chest. You clapped so hard afterwards, and I never felt the same after that. It was as if you’d managed to get rid of something bad in me, and from then on, I loved watching you smile at anything you did. When you danced, when you talked about space, when you talked about your home country. I became completely infatuated. Looking for ways to hold your hand, to get you to talk about what boys you were into, that sort of thing. I hated myself for it, because I knew that in your eyes, I was your best friend and nothing more. So, I forced myself to like Yeji, but it was never the same.”

“All this time, and you never told me,” you whispered, your words almost getting lost in the wind.

“I was a coward.”

Slowly, piece by piece, the hole in your chest began to fill. Here was the boy who’d extended an arm of friendship and had brought you indescribable happiness, but he too had been keeping secrets. You’d always thought that love was desire. It made you crazy, it made you want to shout it out to the world, but that wasn’t always the case. Taehyung wanted to be there for you, to comfort you, to make you smile when you thought you wouldn’t smile again. Love wasn’t always obvious.

Immediately, the atmosphere had changed. You became aware of the birds singing in the trees, and it felt like you were kids again. You noticed a tree that stood in the middle of the field, with old, twisted branches and a cracked truck. If you squinted, you could just about make out white engravings of your initials that you did when you first came to the field together all those years ago.

“Why did you come?” he asked, giving you a piercing stare. “You’re giving up the dance for this.”

“I was hoping I could convince you to come back. We’ve still got time before it starts.”

Taehyung shook his head and stood up, his demeanour switching from calm to irritated in a split second. Without talking, he began pacing backwards and forwards, his shoes trampling the grass further as he screwed up his face in frustration.

“Why are you so against it?” you questioned loudly, the sudden anger from Taehyung sparking your temper. “If you loved me that much, why did you go home?”

“I went home because I felt like it was the right thing to do,” he muttered through gritted teeth, still pacing. “I needed to get my head together without distractions.”

“What distractions?”

“You, Y/N!” he cried, pausing in his tracks. “I can’t think straight. I tell myself that I should think it through, but then all plans go out the window when you’re there. It’s pathetic.”

A bubbling anger crept into your lungs, and you found yourself shouting at Taehyung with tears flooding your eyes. “You could’ve just told me this! The whole reason we’re in this mess is because we haven’t bothered to communicate properly, and instead we lost each other. Our lives took different twists and turns and we’re different people now compared to who we were in middle school. I hate it, but we can’t change that now. I feel like I’m still lost half the time, and I don’t know what to do with myself, all because of our silly arguments.”

Properly crying, you brought your knees up to your chin and hugged them to your chest as a way to comfort yourself. As if he was aware the situation was getting out of hand, Taehyung sat back down next to you with a thump, looking utterly defeated. As he shuffled closer to you, you didn’t move as you wallowed in self-pity. Taehyung’s anger had completely fizzled out as soon as he saw you upset, and instead he looked at you worriedly, biting his lip in concern.

“Perhaps being friends first wasn’t such a good idea,” you said as you felt a tender arm drape over your shoulders.

“If I told you I fancied you in middle school, do you think you would’ve gone out with me? Did you see my haircut?”

You snorted, which almost ended in a snotty disaster from all the crying. Taehyung hated seeing you upset and that was his way of making the situation better, so when you shoved him in the side, you made sure it wasn’t that hard. Sort of.

“High school would’ve been the same,” he laughed. “Relationships never last, so I thought I’d wait until we were more mature and when it would be more serious. I forgot about other people getting in the way.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “Didn’t expect Yeji to turn up, that’s for sure.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, in which you took the time to admire Taehyung’s features for the hundredth time. The sun shone harshly down and your skin was hot, but Taehyung seemed completely cool as he lounged back, using one arm as a support and letting the rays warm his cheeks, and keeping the other arm around you. As he swallowed, you watched his Adam’s apple bob before he sighed through his nose. Despite everything, it still gave you a fluttering feeling in your stomach.

You hated getting angry at Taehyung, but you’d both been holding in your emotions for so long that it only took a slight jog for it all to come pouring out. You weren’t annoyed that Taehyung decided to go home without telling you, but it upset you that he no longer felt comfortable telling you.

It was strange to be home after everything had changed. After a whirlwind few months of new friends, new classes, and a new city to explore, coming back to Daegu where nothing had changed was a foreign feeling. Both you and Taehyung had grown and learnt so much, but overlooking the familiar buildings of home made it seem as if neither of you were different. But you were. You saw Taehyung in a different light: he was the kind, funny boy that you’d always known, but he was also scared to show his feelings and he had a temper hidden away. Your friendship wasn’t the same any more, either. Gone was the picture-perfect friendship that everyone envied, as cracks and flaws had crept up on you without you even realising. Neither of you were faultless, but it worked, and you were determined for it to work again.

“Remember last time we were here,” he smiled, admiring the view. “It was a day like this, but at the start of winter, and we were talking about what university would be like.”

“I remember,” you nodded, the memory as clear as day. “I didn’t want you forgetting about me.”

“I also said that I’d be an idiot if I stopped being friends with you. I guess I was a bit of an idiot.” He hung his head ruefully, but you nudged him with your elbow.

“We’ve both done some stupid things, I think we can agree on that,” you said softly, lifting his chin with your finger. His face was close to yours, and you could see the mole near his eye and the small details on his skin, but you made no attempts to try anything. There were still heavy boundaries between you.

“I’m sorry for hurting you when I was with Yeji,” he muttered, his brown eyes filling with gold as they caught the sun, sweeping away the mystery that you always found intriguing. “I really am. We were both a bit selfish. But, do you think we could do this?” he asked quietly. “You and me? We’ve gone through so much, I think we deserve a chance together.”

Looking into your best friend’s eyes, you understood where he was coming from. But gut instinct was telling you to take a step back. The heartache was still strong, and although you’d discovered that Taehyung was all you’d ever wanted, it didn’t feel right to jump in when you hadn’t properly rekindled your friendship. Trust was lost, and that would take more time. But what would happen if you left it any longer? Would it all just happen again?

“You know what I don’t regret? I don’t regret loving you,” you said heavily, trying not to let the pain of your next words show. “But loving you… I got hurt. You got hurt. Too many times I cried to my friends, cried while on the subway, cried myself to sleep, and I probably did exactly the same thing to you. We had good times, but we also made each other suffer, and with heartaches like that, it’s hard to come out the other side ready for something that’s supposed to be painless.”

Surprise was written all over Taehyung’s face, but he didn’t argue against you. Instead, he watched as you began tearing up again, letting you get it off your chest.

“I think we need a bit more time,” you said eventually, tears running down your face in a constant stream. “We can heal ourselves.”

Before long, Taehyung was crying too, his nostrils flaring and his lips pulling up at the edges. He buried his face in his hands to compose himself, rubbing his eyebrows like he was ridding himself of a headache. Looking back up with wet cheeks, he mumbled, “I don’t think time is going to make this pain go away. No matter how long I wait for you. Don’t let this go now. It may be difficult, but I need you, Y/N. It’s sounds lame, but no one else makes me feel at ease like you do.”

His words dug deep into your soul, making you want to pull your hair out with the pain and frustration. “You make it sound so easy,” you gulped, your throat restricting your voice, “but our plans never actually happen. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.”

As soon as he saw you on the verge of sobbing, Taehyung swept you into a hug, holding your shaking body tightly. He held you for a while, letting his soft brown hair tickle your neck as the breeze swirled around you. It was one of those love-filled hugs that instinctively made you cling to his shirt, his familiar honey scent calming your heartbeat down to its normal rate.

“You have me,” he whispered, barely louder than a breath. “No matter what Seoul does to us, we’ll always be those two kids from Daegu who ate too much ice cream. No one can take that title from us.”

You giggled, but at the same time tickled Taehyung’s sides so that he leapt back with indignation. It ruined the moment slightly, but that summed Taehyung up completely.

“Ahh,” you sighed, brushing away any remaining tears. “I’m glad I came back, even though it feels like we’ve gotten ourselves in a bigger mess than before. But to Daegu? Really, Tae, you could’ve gone to Incheon or somewhere slightly easier to get to.”

He laughed heartily, a sound that you sorely missed. “This is where it all began, right? There was this little foreign girl in my class one day who didn’t say a word, but seemed far more interesting than anyone else in the room. I needed the reminder of what came before to be able to move forward.”

“What, a reminder of that horrible haircut?”

It was an odd conversation. One minute you were deeply chatting about love, then you were angry, then blubbering in each other’s arms, then howling with laughter. All the pain and bitterness and happiness and joy from the last few months caught up with you, and you found yourself extremely overemotional and slightly dazed. Plus, you couldn’t figure out whether you were back on good terms again. It was simple to laugh and joke around, but was it just masking a bigger problem?

“We’re friends, right?” you asked anxiously, bringing the mood back down again.

Taehyung’s laughter faded, understanding why you asked the question immediately. He thought for a second, before grabbing your hand tightly in his and squeezing it, as if he was making a pact. “Yes,” he said firmly, looking you straight in the eye. “For good this time. I mean it.”

“That’s good,” you mumbled softly.

It was good. Although things might not have been the same as they were back in high school, you were making the essential steps to regain what you once had.

“Also, I’m sorry for getting mad at you for the dance-” Taehyung began, but you cut him off with a shriek.

“The dance!” you yelped, leaping to your feet. “We’re going to miss it!”

“Yah, I haven’t agreed to it yet!” Taehyung objected, stubbornly staying put on the ground. “You’re the one saying we need more time.”

“Taehyung, do this for Jungkook,” you pleaded, pulling on his arm uselessly, the panic returning to your body. “Please! Imagine how disappointed he’ll be!”

You didn’t want to emotionally blackmail him, but you didn’t want to let Jungkook down. Nor did you want to go back to your housemates and tell them the trip was for nothing.

“This means a lot to you, doesn’t it?” he asked gingerly, his question catching you by surprise.

“E-erm…” you stuttered, “I guess so?” Taehyung continued to stare, waiting for you to expand on your answer. Unprepared, you felt your face growing red as you avoided looking directly at him. “I mean, I’m tired of upsetting people, and although you’ve been a pain to teach sometimes, I really enjoy dancing with you.” It felt embarrassing to say it out loud, but you hoped it was enough to convince your obstinate friend. “Will you come, Tae?”

A soft smile settled on his face, finally satisfied, and you sighed inwardly in relief. “Only if you buy me coffee for the next two weeks, and bring it to me every morning.”

You mouth hung open in disbelief. “That means I’ve got to spend every morning with you!”

“Don’t make it sound too traumatic,” he grumbled, slowly standing up. “It’ll be a good chance to start afresh. You’re supposed to be in love with me, remember?”

“Fine,” you muttered, spinning away and striding back towards the buildings. “But if you’re crabby because I’ve woken you up, I’ll give you hell.”

“Y/N’s back,” he grinned cheekily. “Was starting to wonder why my best friend was being nice to me. Come on then, slowcoach, let’s go back to Seoul.”

Although you swatted his arm, you couldn’t help feeling on top of the world as you walked towards Yeona’s car, arms linked and ready to try again.


“Why?” you asked, letting Taehyung lead you to a separate classroom in the building, dragging you along as he clutched your hand. He led the way excitedly, and he kept on looking back to give you reassuring grins.

Unable to form a sentence any more complicated than ‘why’, you hoped that Taehyung understood what you were trying to say, and luckily, he did. It was a shame you couldn’t understand his response, so you simply nodded and hoped he wasn’t kidnapping you.

You hadn’t been in Korea for that long, and you were still trying to pick up the language. However, it being so different from English and the fact that everyone in your school spoke way too quickly for your liking, you’d struggled to make conversation with anyone at all. Apart from Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung didn’t seem to mind that you could only say basic sentences after ten seconds of thinking time, and he always let you follow him and his friend Jimin around during lunch. You were having another bad day that day, as you’d tried and failed to talk to one of the students in your class, and instead you left them in hysterics at something you’d said wrongly. Taehyung noticed your bad mood and decided to lead you off somewhere unknown.

When you arrived, you realised he’d taken you to a music room. It was quite basic, but Taehyung ignored the instruments and sat down on top of a desk, searching through his phone. You perched on a chair quietly, wondering what he was planning. Before long, he’d begun playing the instrumental to a song that you swore you recognised. Then, he sang. His voice was deep for his age, and there was a soulful quality to it that gave you goosebumps. But what really chilled you was what he was singing: the lyrics were in English.

Taehyung had realised you’d been feeling disconnected from everyone else, and he figured that the only way he could reach out to you was through music. Once he hit the chorus, you joined in, letting your harmonies fill the quiet room as you threw your head back and belted out the lyrics. It was the happiest you’d been since moving countries, and after that you couldn’t stop smiling. For three and a half minutes, the language barrier wasn’t a problem, and that’s when you knew Taehyung was going to be different.


“Run!” Yeona yelled, Jiwon pulling up at the theatre where the dance competition was being held.

“Thank you!” you shouted back, and your housemates waved cheerily from the car.

The ride back was far less relaxing than on the way there, despite knowing that you and Taehyung had sorted through most of your problems. Having very little time until the start of the show, Jiwon was forced to push the speed limits as Yeona laid on the pressure even more. Mijung was being her usual, friendly self, asking Taehyung a lot of very personal questions that you hadn’t found out the answers to until you’d been friends for years. Taehyung seemed fine with it, although you were certain he was avoiding the questions by going off on some strange tangents.

Sprinting into the theatre, you both stopped as you suddenly realised that you had no idea where to go.

“In here,” you called, spotting an area which was being monitored by several staff members.

However, as you approached, your heart sunk as they stepped in front of your path, blocking you from getting through.

“Names, please,” they asked, checking a clipboard.

“Y/N and Tae- uhh, Jungkook,” you faltered, almost slipping up. The staff member scanned down the list of names, and looked up at you with a questioning glance.

“Y/N and Jungkook have already signed in,” one of them said. “I’m sorry, but access only to the performers. If you’d like to buy a ticket, the stand’s over there.”

Looking over at Taehyung, his confused expression mirrored your own. However, neither of you argued as you went over to the ticket booth, not knowing what else to do. Wordlessly, you entered the theatre, and although he didn’t say anything, you could tell Taehyung was thinking the exact same thing: who had signed in in your place?

The theatre was dark, and it seemed the competition had already been going for quite a while. Up on stage were a group of all girls doing some sort of cheerleading routine. You and Taehyung slipped into seats at the back just as the girls finished, and everyone clapped loudly.

“Do we just wait?” Taehyung said under his breath, leaning closely to your ear.

“I don’t think we have any other choice,” you replied, feeling crushed. Was everything you’d done all for nothing?

A male voice crackled through the tannoy, announcing the next group to come on stage. “Dancing next are Y/N and Jungkook. Interval will be in 10 minutes.”

You shared a nervous look with Taehyung, your heart in your mouth. Was it a joke? Was anyone going to show up at all? Questions swirled around your brain as two men walked out on stage, wearing ridiculously tight jeans and matching tank tops. There were a few titters from the crowd, as they too wondered if it was a joke act.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” muttered Taehyung, his mouth agape in disbelief.

Because there, standing in the middle of the stage, was Namjoon and Jin.

The music began, the all too well-known song that you’d listened to over a hundred times playing from the speakers. You wanted to shut your eyes, but you were too curious as to what was going to happen. Too curious as to how they could completely butcher Jungkook’s well designed choreography.

They started slowly, sliding around each other in repetitive circles with serious faces, their movements completely out of time with the music. The audience grew louder and Taehyung’s housemates danced like they had too much to drink, leaping and prancing around the stage with no regards to the beat of the song. It was almost unbearable.

People were starting to laugh, and some were beginning to clap to the rhythm as Namjoon did a small ballet routine on one side of the stage and Jin did his version of breakdancing on the other, the hilariously conflicting styles making it look even more ridiculous. You could just about make out the judges at the front giving each other questioning looks, as if they were wondering how such a pair made it to the judging round.

“Y/N!” someone hissed from behind you, making you jump out of your skin in fright. Wheeling round, you saw Hoseok and Yoongi grinning in the seats behind you.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed back, gladly using them as an excuse to not watch what was happening down front.

“We’re performing after the interval,” Hoseok explained. “That was your friend’s idea by the way. He realised that you weren’t going to make it back in time, so he said that Jin and Namjoon should go instead. Add a comedy factor.”

“Our friend?” asked Taehyung, slightly baffled by the whole situation.

“Well,” butted in Yoongi. “Jungkook’s friend. I think his name’s Jimin?”

He pointed to the right side of the crowd, and at first you couldn’t see anything, but eventually you could make out Jimin’s silver hair bobbing along to the music. Next to him was Jungkook, and you were startled to see how close they were sitting to each other, shoulder to shoulder in their chairs. Jimin had one arm laid over the back of Jungkook’s seat as they laughed at the two boys on stage, not caring that the actual routine had been completely ignored.

“Jungkook is literally taking my friend away,” he huffed, shaking his head.

“You took his,” you laughed, and Taehyung smiled bashfully.

It was a bizarre day. You couldn’t even be annoyed that you’d missed your chance at performing, as everything else seemed to have fallen into place. At the end of their routine, there was a standing ovation for Jin and Namjoon, and they bowed deeply in return. The judges were dumbfounded, but you and Taehyung made sure you clapped the hardest and the longest.

Things never turned out the way you planned them, and sometimes you lost the path. But so long as you get back on and try again, eventually, it will all be okay.

ID #34108

Name: Vi
Age: 16
Country: United States

Hi!
I’m looking for a pen pal from another country who I can talk to. About anything really.
I love to draw and paint, I listen to almost all music, I wish I knew how to dance, I love chocolate, Netflix is amazing, rain is magical, I love to read, my favorite color is purple, red pandas are adorable, and I am an INFJ.
So those are some interesting things about me, and I hope you’ll want to know more and be my pen pal!

Preferences:
Someone from another country, preferably
Between the ages of 14-18

anonymous asked:

Drabble game: 18 & 14 Namjoon please thank you 💕

18: “do you trust me”
14: “please”
word count: 581

“Watcha doing?” you asked in a syrupy sweet voice as you approached Namjoon from behind, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you watched him working on the lyrics for a new bangtan song. 

“I’m trying to finish up these few lines before we go out to dinner later,” he replied calmly as he continued to work, not even turning to face you. 

“Don’t you want to do something more fun?” you questioned in a suggestive manner, as you leaned in close and pecked his cheek. 

“Maybe in a few minutes baby,” he answered. 

You frowned, never knowing Namjoon to turn down sex with you. 

“Baby,” you whined, spinning his chair around and sitting down on his lap, finally causing him to pay some attention to you. 

“Don’t you want to fuck me?” you questioned without shame, making Namjoon’s eyes go wide at your bold line of inquiry. 

“Of course I do, love,” he answered without hesitation as he started littering kisses along your jawline, “but I also have to get this work done so that I can make money.”

“Can’t you take a small break?” you were on the verge of begging as tingles ran up your spine due to his lips on your neck. 

“Here’s what I’ll do,” Namjoon finally said as he pulled his lips away from your skin, “Let me finish five lines and then I’ll fuck you, alright?”

You nodded your head at his compromise, “Can I sit on your lap while you work?”

“Nope,” he replied, “I know you’ll just distract me.”

You were kicked out after giving your boyfriend a quick peck on the lips, leaving you on your own for a while. As you waited, you started thinking of ideas to pay Namjoon back for not giving in to you. You knew it wasn’t his fault and you weren’t mad, but you really loved teasing him. 

You quickly went and dug through your drawers, trying to quickly find the old set of lingerie that you only saved for special occasions. You also grabbed a few toys and put them out of sight for use later. 


When Namjoon came into the bedroom after finishing up his work, he found you on the bed, wearing nothing but the sexy set that always managed to get him hard in an instant. 

“What’s this for, babygirl?” he questioned as he approached you slowly, pulling off his shirt along the way. 

“Nothing really,” you answered, “I just thought you might like a change.”

You got up and spun him around so that you could push him onto the bed and straddle his hips. You immediately grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head, rendering Namjoon slightly powerless for now. 

You both knew he could easily overpower you, but he let you take control in times like these, curious to see where it would go. 

You swiftly reached down and started to palm him through his sweats, making a long groan leave his lips. He tried to collect himself, but his mind once again became hazy as you moved down his body, pulling off his sweatpants and boxers as you went. 

“You in control tonight baby?” he asked as he watched you hovering over his dick. 

“Do you trust me to be?” you questioned back as you began to tongue at the slit of his member.

“God yes just suck my dick,” he whined as he tossed his head back. 

“You gotta ask nicely,” you shot back. 

Please.”

CHEESE’S FIRST COMMISSIONS!!!

Hello all you art lovers out there, I am doing my very first commissions, with a BONUS! There will only be 15 commission slots available for my art.

Character Wallpapers- $8 Full Body Shade- $20 Flat-$15 Bust Portrait Shade- $14 Flat- $10 Waist and up Shade- $18 Flat- $14 Extra Characters- $2 each. Message me if interested. All transactions are in USD, and will be done through PayPal. @deer-head-xiris I’m also going to do art commissions.
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Attention all trans women/nb feminine presenting cuties:

I have clothes here sizes 14-18 or l - xxl of clothing I don’t wear anymore. I tried to find my huge crate of shoes but they’re nowhere to be found, so I’ll probably put them in a dofferent post if I do.

In order from left to right, going down:

-spandex old navy dress, cute with a belt and legging and great for any weather. Form fitting.
-white workout shirt
-black and gray workout shirt
-flowy formless top with a cute white trim, will make you feel lile a fairy goddess
-mesh swimsuit cover, great for hiding your form at the pool if you’re not comfortable with your body image, chlorine safe
-striped hooded shawl thing with long sleeves, hides form fashionably
-try on rugby workout shirt, fitted but super comfy to wear
-sheer blue blouse, a tank top would look cute under it!
-formless black cotton blouse with lace detailing, adorable with any skirt
-fitted black longsleeved shirt
-sheer black blouse with white dots, cute with a tank top underneath!
-striped stretchy henley, lightweight and really cute with fun colored pants or leggins
-pink tank top that says never give up
-red wool leggings, perfect for winter
-zigzag pants, baggy and feels amazing in hot weather
-patterned black leggings
-workout pants, lots of fun colors
-women’s attack on titan t-shirt
-optimus prime t-shirt
-dungeons & dragons t-shirt
-black and gray floral skirt, it has pockets!!!!!!!!

PM me if you’re interested! @sadgaywerewolf to make a more detailed version of your original post

That difference between being so into someone you want to stay in bed with them all day and being so into someone you want to share all your favourite things with them and wander around holding their hand for the world to see.

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1. It’s ok to be sad. Don’t ignore it. Don’t feel guilty for being sad. It reminds you that you feel and that you’re alive.

2. Remind yourself of the times you felt this way. It’s ok to rest after a fall. Give yourself time to regain the energy to pick yourself back up.

3. Do not ever hide parts of yourselves just to be accepted. It’s better to be alone than to pretend to be someone you’re not just to feel worthwhile.

4. It’s ok if people leave once you do so. You’ll be glad that they did. And you’ll appreciate the ones that stayed.

5. Self love also means accepting your shortcomings and admitting your wrongdoings. Accept that you can be short tempered at times. However, it’s not an excuse. Apologise when you hurt others. Be a better version of yourself.

6. Accept your physical quirks. Love your frizzy hair, your scars, your stretch marks. They are a part of you. You have your father’s hair. Your scars shows your resilience. Your stretch marks are evidence of growth. Embrace them.

7. Take time off when you need to. Brush your hair. Put some lip balm on. Wash your face. Sometimes, cleaning your body can also clear your mind. Even for a little while.

8. If you don’t achieve your goals, it’s ok. You tried your best. You tried even when your heart and body was heavy. And if you didn’t, see it as a lesson learnt. Just try again. Don’t let it bring you down.

9. Find little joys in life. Appreciate the sun rays peeking through your window. The sound of rain. Finding new music. Laughter. A smile.

10. Learn how to love your own company. Ride your bike around the neighbourhood. Watch a movie by yourself. Shop by yourself. Eat by yourself. You’ll find out that no matter what, you will always have yourself.

11. Know when to let go of a fading friendship. Then appreciate the good times. But accept that it was in the past and you’re both different people now.

12. Instigate meetings with your friends once in a while. Then ask them how they are. Don’t be afraid to talk about emotions. Learn how to open up but also learn how to listen. You don’t need to give advice, offering your shoulder can be enough.

13. Don’t be afraid to try new things. If you didn’t like it, remember that it’s better to regret doing something than wondering about the ‘what if’s’.

14. If you make a mistake, see it as a chance to learn. To grow. To improve. Don’t let it bring you down.

15. If you feel good in it, you’ll look good in it.

16. Compliment someone without comparing yourself to them. Appreciate the beauty of others without undermining yours.

17. Know that you are the only one that can have a say on what happens to your body. If you want to get a tattoo (and it’s legal), if you want a piercing, if you want to dye your hair, do it. Because you want to. You don’t need anyone else’s permission.

18. Remind the important people in your life how much you care for them. A little “thanks for everything” or a small text of appreciation can be enough.

—  Things I’ve learnt by 18 (but I’ve still got more to learn)
Remembering the Victims of the Columbine High School Massacre

On April 20, 1999, two gunmen took the lives of 13 people at Columbine High School. These gunmen subsequently took their own lives as well, making the death toll 15. Today is the 18th anniversary of the attack. These are the victims, may they never be forgotten. 

Rachel Scott, 17, born on August 5, 1981.

Daniel Rohrbough, 15, born on March 2, 1984.

Kyle Velasquez, 16, born on May 5, 1982. 

Steven Curnow, 14, born on August 18, 1984.

Cassie Bernall, 17, born on November 6, 1981.

Isaiah Shoels, 18, born on August 4, 1980. 

Matthew Kechter, 16, born on February 19, 1983. 

Lauren Townsend, 18, January 17, 1981. 

John Tomlin, 16, born on September 1, 1982.

Kelly Fleming, 16, born on January 6, 1983.

Daniel Mauser, 15, born on June 25, 1983.

Corey DePooter, 17, born on March 3, 1982.

William “Dave” Sanders, 48, born on October 22, 1951.

I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since I was lucky enough to commission zenwisterias/taylordraws to draw two of my OCs, Kyna and Brandon! I also can’t believe I got too awkward to actually thank her properly??? They’re amazing and I love them, thank you so so much!!!

I’ve been writing and developing these guys on and off for around six years now, so it’s incredible to be able to see them somewhere other than inside my brain. Thank you sooo much Tayor!!!

Now I just have to wait for her to open them again so I can commission the other three OCs in this team ;)

TEXTO :: NIVER DA AMIGA 🌸

Hoje é seu dia, amiga. Sei que é seu aniversário, você tá comemorando mais um ano de vida, mas eu é que te agradeço… Por me dar sua amizade, que pra mim é a coisa mais valiosa do mundo e eu faço o possível e o impossível pra cuidar. Afinal, o que seria de mim sem sua amizade? Sem uma amiga como você pra sorrir comigo, me abraçar nos momentos ruins e comemorar nos momentos bons? Então amiga, hoje eu quero te desejar um feliz aniversário. Quero desejar também que venham muitos outros aniversários e que nossa amizade seja mais forte a cada ano. Muita felicidade, muito amor e tudo de bom amiga, te amo 🎉🎆🎊🎈❤

If you’re 13-14 and a 17-18 year old is hitting on u and wants to date you, ask yourself, “why does this adult/nearly adult want to be with me, somebody in middle school or 9th grade?” Really ask yourself.

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C’était la Guerre des Tranchées / It Was the War of the Trenches (1993) is a French ‘comic’ book written and illustrated by Jacques Tardi and dedicated to his grandfather who fought ‘in the trenches’ (a French euphemism to talk about the First World War).
The book is an accurate depiction of the life on both sides of the Western Front, recounted through a multitude of mainly French soldiers’ letters, and is well known for its graphic representation of WW1.

“They’re shooting men… This is normal, because it’s the war of the trenches which has been going on for three years now…
…the most surprising is that there are still traces of life left in these holes, with all so many shells they’re dropping on so little ground.

Those men have dug trenches, made shelters in the earth and learned to live in the mud like rats. These ones are French.
Facing them, it’s the same thing, but the trenches are better organized because they are German. The French say ‘les Boches’ when talking about their enemies, out of contempt, hatred, or perhaps stupidity, because this is indeed what this is about about when one is talking about war.”