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School Boy (Part 2)

Part 1 

(A/N: After requests for a part 2 I have wrote it. I hope you enjoy it and it lives up to your expectations! Also sorry it took so long!)

School went well. You found out that Areum was set to be in your class for most things. She sat a few rows to the left of you, meaning you would catch eye contact a lot while you both daydreamed. Even when daydreaming she was beautiful. Her hair was a natural dark brown -obviously untouched with dye- she wore very little make up and looked gorgeous regardless, her lips parted slightly when she daydreamed with her pencil against her bottom lip. Her face had certain features similar to Jungkook, teeth and mouth for definite. You always called Jungkook a bunny because of his teeth. Whenever she caught you daydreaming in her direction she would grin widely, making you grin too.  

The day dragged on and on and when it ended you met with the cousins who were already waiting by the door for you.

“Took your time Y/N.” Jungkook smirked.

Slapping his arm, you replied, “You ready to go?” They both nodded, so you gripped the strap of your bag and walked off with the two following you.

Conversation started easily as it usually did when you were with Jungkook. You started talking mainly about Areum and why she moved -because her father got a new job in the city closest to the town- and the kind of things she was into. But it wasn’t like a Q&A, where you kept firing questions at her and she answered. One thing led to another, she ranted about the things she liked and you found out that you had a lot more in common than you first thought.

When Jungkook rolled his eyes at the way you were both ranting about your favourite movie, you both snapped your heads to face him.

“Did you just roll your eyes at us?” You asked sternly making his face drop in fear. He really was innocent.

“N-no.” He gulped making Areum laugh and you smirk.

“I sure hope not.” You scolded making him look down at his shoes and scratch the back of his neck.

“Look at little Jungkookie blushing.” Areum laughed and reached across you to ruffle Kookie’s hair.

Batting away her hand, he flashed red and muttered, “I am not blushing.”

You and Areum laughed and him and he continued to not look at you. When your laughter died down you turned back to him. “You know I’m kidding Bunny.” You grinned, rustling his hair like Areum did.

“Whatever.” He brushed you off and kicked the pavement. Knowing him like you did, you realised that there was no point in teasing him further, so you went back to talking with his cousin.

After a while longer of walking, Areum stopped in front of you and pointed down the street next to her.

“This is me.”

You said your goodbyes with a hug and watched her skip down the street until she was out of sight. Then, side by side with Jungkook, you continued your walk home.

“I’m sorry about her.” Jungkook laughed.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry? I love her!” Jungkook looked up at you with a smile.

“I’m glad. I kind of regret introducing you now. Something tells me the teasing will only get worse from here.” He smirked, he suddenly towered over you. The whole walk home you had forgot he was taller from the way he was slouching.

You elbowed him in the stomach and you both laughed lightly. Continuing the walk in silence. With Areum there, you had kind of forgot what the Jungkook you knew was like, confident but kind, smart but stupid, seemingly hard but actually a big softie. He was the perfect mix of everything. Looking up at his face, you realised how well structured it was. He really was beautiful. He was leaning back slightly with one hand in his blazer pocket and the other on the strap of his bag.

“Like what you see?” He grinned down at you, snapping you out of your trance.

“Not particularly.” You laughed, hiding your blush with your hair.

Out of the corner of your eye -and behind your hair-, you saw his hand twitch a few times in his pocket. Flicking your hair out of your face, you looked up at him to see he was looking down at you already. Your eyes caught for a while until he looked away to kick a stone. You looked up at the sky and daydreamed for a while until you remembered something.

“What did Areum mean when she said you couldn’t shut up about me?” You asked curiously, not out of bragging. Your eyes stayed on the sky but his snapped to look at you.

“Urm…” He stuttered, “Well, you’re my best friend. And they ask a lot. You being a… urm… girl and all. They… urm… ask things.” He stumbled over all of his word, both struggling to think of what to say and rushing to get words out. You merely nodded in response.

Jungkook joined you on staring at the sky for the rest of your walk home and when you reached home he walked you to your door like he usually did. Your mum was in and she saw you through the window walking down the path with Jungkook behind you. She waved at you both. Jungkook waved back casually and you smiled at her. The door opened as you approached it, so you stepped inside and turned to Jungkook.

“You coming in?” Your mum asked, she always has loved Jungkook.

“Oh, No. I should… uh… get home.”

“Oh come on, just until dinner, I’ve made extra.” With open arms as always, your mother took Jungkook into the family. Shaking his head and smirking, Jungkook walked in so you closed the door behind him.

After putting your bag down on the floor and taking your bag off, you sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen where seconds later Jungkook joined you. You told your mum about your day and about Areum. She applauded you on making new friends -even if it was still through Jungkook- and you smiled, telling her you would have her over eventually when she asked when.

You and Jungkook eventually migrated to your bedroom to do any homework you had due tomorrow -because you had always ended up leaving it to the last minute- with music on. His soft humming could be heard coming from your bed while you were sat at your desk. The humming soon turned into a quiet sing that then escalated into a beautiful unintended performance, to which you were watching intently. He sang with so much passion and even though he was only paying half of his attention to his singing, he was amazing!

When the song finished, you moved to sit opposite him on your bed and looked at him, saying nothing. He felt the mattress shift and looked up to meet your gaze.

“Can I help you?” He asked casually. You just started at him in reply. “Y/N?” His eyebrows knitted together.

“How?” You asked shortly.

“What?”

“How are you so perfect at everything?” His eyes widened in shock at your words and you continued, “Singing, dancing -yes I’ve seen you dance-, rapping, school, getting girls to fall in love with you!” His whole body tensed at your last few words just as yours did.

“Fall in love with me?”

“Well… why else to people hate me?” You covered your face again with your hair and his hand twitched again. But only once this time as after the first twitch, he reached up and brushed your hair behind your ear then resting his hand on your cheek.

“I don’t hate you.” His voice lowered and took a tone that you had only heard a few times, just never in this situation.

“That makes one person.” You whispered and dropped your eyes.

His face was now so close that you could feel his breath on yours “You’re above them all anyway, you don’t need their approval.” Your breath hitched.

“I’m not. They’re way better than I am.” You replied extremely quietly.

“How about I show you how untrue that is?” He whispered huskily, his hand now dropping to the back of your neck. And as you nodded, his lips crashed into yours proving his point. You were above them! They wanted what you now had. His lips on theirs. Moving only when you gave them permission to do so. His tongue then joining in a battle for dominance. His large slender fingers in their hair.  Their fingers playing with his dark hair at the nape of his neck. His hands then dropping to their waste to bring them closer and them following his lead, giving up on dominance. Straddling his lap on his command, lips still connected. Only to be broken apart when they were both at a loss for air. Foreheads then rested against each other’s while they started into each other’s eyes and caught their breath.  To then be called down for dinner just moments later.

Everything they wanted, you had.

4

Seiyuu Danshi desu ga…? teaser images from episodes 1 and 2!

The boys start off the season in a school/classroom setting, Honjo-kun gets to have a 1-on-1 with a senpai from his company (Kimura Ryohei), and Kazutomi gets to touch huge animals!

I can’t wait to see Kazu and Kou with the big animals! Their combi is so entertaining!

(Thanks to @imsneeze for the link!)

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This episode of The West West Wing aired less than a month after the attacks on September 11, 2001.  It was written and filmed in less than two weeks as a response to that terrible tragedy.  This “Very Special Episode” took place outside the show’s continuity.  In this scene, Josh Lyman, Deputy White House Chief of Staff, his assistant, Donna, and a group of high school students are holed up in the staff mess while the White House is on lockdown due to terrorism related security concerns.

Please note that while the analysis of Islamic extremism and the causes of terror presented in this clip is flawed, it was by far and away the best response to the September 11 attacks on American prime-time television.

Transcript:

HIGH SCHOOL GIRL 1: So why is everybody trying to kill us?

JOSH: It’s not everybody.

HIGH SCHOOL GIRL 1: It seems like everybody.

HIGH SCHOOL BOY 1: It’s just the Arabs.

HIGH SCHOOL BOY 2: Saying the Arabs is too general.

HIGH SCHOOL BOY 1: It’s Islamics.

JOSH: It’s not Arabs. It’s not Islamics. [to Donna] They’re juniors and seniors?

DONNA: Yes.

JOSH: You’re juniors and seniors. [heads over to a dry erase board across the room] In honor of the SAT’s you’re about to take, answer the following question. [He erases the board, and Donna hands him a marker.]

JOSH: Thanks. Islamic extremist is to Islamic as “blank” is to Christianity. [He writes this on the board as he speaks it again to the kids.] Islamic… extremist… is to… Islamic… as… “blank” is… to Christianity.

HIGH SCHOOL BOY 1: Christian Fundamentalists.

JOSH: No.

HIGH SCHOOL BOY 3: Jehovah’s Witnesses?

JOSH: No. Guys, the Christian right may not be your cup of tea, but they’re not blowing stuff up. “Islamic extremist is to Islamic as "blank is to Christianity.” [No one responds. Josh turns around and writes “KKK” on the dry erase board, and circles it.]

JOSH: That’s what we’re talking about. It’s the Klan, gone medieval and global. It couldn’t have less to do with Islamic men and women of faith of whom there are millions upon millions. Muslims defend this country in the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps, National guard, police and fire departments. So, let’s ask the question again.

HIGH SCHOOL GIRL 2: Why are Islamic Extremists trying to kill us?

JOSH: That’s a reasonable question if ever I heard one. Why are we targets of war?

HIGHSCHOOL BOY 1: Because we’re Americans.

JOSH: That’s it?

HIGH SCHOOL GIRL 2: Because of our freedom?

JOSH: No other reasons?

HIGHSCHOOL BOY 3: Freedom and democracy.

JOSH: I’ll tell you, right or wrong-and I think they’re wrong-it’s probably a good idea to acknowledge that they do have specific complaints. I-I hear them every day-the people we support, troops in Saudi Arabia, sanctions against Iraq, support for Egypt. It’s not just that they don’t like Irving Berlin.

DONNA: Yes, it is.

JOSH: No, it’s not.

DONNA: No, not about Irving Berlin, but your ridiculous search for rational reasons why somebody straps a bomb to their chest is ridiculous.

JOSH: You just called me ridiculous twice in one sentence.

DONNA: Hardly a record for me.

JOSH: And you just made my list.

DONNA: [to the kids] Nothing happens on the list.

JOSH: It’s a serious list. But she does have a point, albeit college girlish.

DONNA: Watch now, as he’s going to put me down and make my point at the exact same time.

JOSH: Hardly a record for me. What’s Islamic extremism? It’s strict adherence to a particular interpretation of 7th century Islamic law as practiced by the prophet Mohammed, and when I say “strict adherence,” I’m not kidding around. Men are forced to pray, wear their beards a certain length. Among my favorites is there’s only one acceptable cheer at a soccer match: Allah-uh-Akbar-God is great. If your guys are getting creamed, then you’re on your own. Things are a lot less comic for women, who aren’t allowed to attend school or have jobs. They’re not allowed to be unaccompanied, and oftentimes get publicly stoned to death for crimes like not wearing a veil. I don’t have to tell you they don’t need to shout at a soccer match because they’re never going to go to one. So what bothers them about us? Well, the variety of cheers alone coming from the cheap seats at Giants stadium when they’re playing the Cowboys is enough for a jihad, to say nothing of street corners lined church next to synagogue, next to mosque, newspapers that can print anything they want, women who can do anything they want including taking a rocket ship to outer space, vote, and play soccer. This is a plural society. That means we accept more than one idea. It offends them. So yes, she does have a point, but that certainly doesn’t mean you should listen to her.

First of all…..
1) HIS FUCKING GLOVES 😭😭😭😭 why 😭😭
2) SCHOOL !??!?!??!
3) BOI I SEE ROWLET BEHIND HIM IS HE GONNA GET A ROWLET 😭😭😭
4) Ima see the series but writers literally threw a curveball on me 😂

10 favorite BAMBAM's quotes

1. Dab boi!
2. I go to school boi!
3. How do you know I’m not big?
4. Am I too easy? I need to be hard sometimes.
5. Jackson, I love you.
6. Damn Daniel!
7. Holy shit!
8. […]Jimin: why is it so hot in here?
BamBam: because I’m here!!!
9. I feel like a girl too!
10. You know we’re not perfect, right? ❤️