A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his customer. "This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it you." The barber puts a dollar bill in one hand and two quarters in the other, then calls the boy over and asks, "Which do you want, son?" The boy takes the quarters and leaves. "What did I tell you?" said the barber. "That kid never learns!" Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream store. "Hey, son! May I ask you a question? Why did you take the quarters instead of the dollar bill?" The boy licked his cone and replied, "Because the day I take the dollar, the game is over!"
hmmm … well getting yuna to date you hadn’t been easy
not because she thought she was too good for you or anything like that
but because she was reluctant to give her heart to anyone
“I’m just so busy. between cf’s, practice, fan signs, concerts, interviews, variety shows and everything else; I just don’t think I have the time to commit myself fully to a relationship”
so for about a year, you and yuna were in this “friends but sort of more than friends” stage
where you would meet up as often as possible, doing stuff that was suspiciously like going on dates (watching movies, going to the park, getting ice cream)
and making out every so often
but it was never anything official
until yuna wanted to surprise you one day. so she showed up at yours when you weren’t expecting her, only for her to get a surprise. you already had someone over, a pretty girl, who was sitting on your couch and eating ice cream, watching a movie with you
stuff that she does with you
now, while you explained that she was just your cousin, it did make yuna realise that you wouldn’t wait around for her forever
and she asked you out shortly after
so while the relationship does have many ups and downs, mainly since you don’t get to see each other whenever you want, it’s still very solid
not an immature type of love at all
she’s an adult, knows that suffocating you won’t be helpful. knows that you have no right to suffocate her either
there’s space and communication and cuddles
the perfect relationship essentially
she’s very dedicated to her career
which is why it’s so shocking whenever she skypes you at 3 am, in nothing but her underwear
“jagi, I miss you so much. let’s try something to dull the ache”
so, yeah, skype sex happens
as does phone sex
because the long distance takes its toll sexually too
this part of the relationship isn’t as discreet as you’d like it to be, meaning the other girls had found out after a few times
choa tries to get them to stay in line, but when she’s not around, there’s jokes galore
“oh, chanmi, I’d be careful borrowing yuna’s laptop if I were you. who knows what that poor thing has seen”
“it’s seen wonderful things, shut up, jimin!” yuna screams
got7 are basically all your sons
they call over to raid your fridge and chill with mama yuna and you
movie nights get packed with all the girls, including the boys, so jackson likes to save space and lay across you and yuna
“ah, my back is so sore,” he hints, wanting a back rub. “it’s a shame that there aren’t two loving people nearby - oh, yuna, (y/n), I didn’t see you there,” he says, sprawled across you both
only for yuna to roll him off (on top of bambam)
“child cruelty!” he shouts. “I’m gonna run away some day, I swear!”
Call me old fashioned but I won’t accept courtship through texts or chats. I would rather see you on my front door and ask me out to get ice cream than to text me and ask me to chill at your place and do nothing. I want to hear your voice tremble when you say you like me rather than to see your long ass text messages full of copy pasted shits. I want intimacy. I want it to be one on one. I want it to be personal. I want it real. I’m done with texting and chatting. If you like me, tell me. Our friendship won’t ever work or won’t ever turn into something romantic if you keep on doing that. Be real with me. Okay? I want an actual relationship, not a virtual one.
21/22/28/ college!au or high school!au jinyoung please?
hello anonnie!! thanks for the request and hope you enjoy!! it came out a little longer than I thought lmao sorry I got carried away :)
If anyone else would like to take part in the drabble game, here it is!1
Drunk in Love
Characters: Reader, Jinyoung
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol I suppose
It was prom night at your school. And you were at home. Not dancing in a pretty dress or drinking punch with your friends, and most definitely not spending time with your crush.
Of course you had to fall sick at a time like this, missing on out what arguably would’ve been the best night ever. So you stayed home, all decked out in your sweats, drowning yourself in self pity and ice cream.
You weren’t expecting any of your friends to come by anytime sooner than the next morning, so when he suddenly texted you, saying you were surprised was an understatement.
Jinyoung: (Y/N), I’m at your door. let me in? it’s freezing out here
Jinyoung? Why was he texting you? Why wasn’t he at prom? And most importantly why hell was he at your door.
“It’s 2am, what do you mean you’re outside?”
Your fingers typed away furiously, feeling the panic taking over.
You’ve had the biggest crush on Jinyoung for the longest time. He’d always been a smart charming gentleman and you often found yourself swooning when he’d flash you a grin when he passed you in the halls.
But the flirtatious smiles and stolen glances had never grown into anything more than an almost unhealthy infatuation on your part, so why on earth was he at your door at 2 in the morning.
Jinyoung: (Y/N), I’m seriously freezing my pants off out here :(
The vibration of the text knocked you out of your temporary daydream, making you leap from the couch and dash towards your front door.
Slowly opening it, you were met with a kinda tipsy Jinyoung. He was holding the frame of your front door for support, weight on one foot. His hooded eyelids shot open when you opened the door and his lips curled up at the sides.
“(Y/N)! Finally! For a second I thought you wanted me to die out here”
The moment he chuckled and stepped past you, into your living room you knew something was off.
“Oh no, you’re drunk aren’t you?”
Shutting the door, you jogged to catch up with Jinyoung who had managed to lumber his way over to your kitchen.
“Well maybe a little but hey, I found my way here didn’t I?” He shrugged, sitting himself down on your dinner table.
After pouring him a glass of water, you walked over and handed it to him.
“And why exactly are you here, Mr Park Jinyoung?” You asked rather accusingly, arms akimbo.
He took a sip of water from the cup before putting it down. Smiling drunkedly, he leaned towards you in the slightest.
“Because I want you to kiss me”
You took a few steps back and blinked in shock at his request.
“You want me to do what?”
Holding you by your shoulders and pulling you so close you could smell the alcohol on his breath, Jinyoung smirked.
“You heard me, and I’m not leaving without it”
With your heart thumping hard in your chest, you weren’t sure you were even breathing or had conscious control over what you did next but you leaned forward, tip-toed a little and kissed him.
It was a short kiss, but tastefully long enough to make your heart completely flutter.
As you pulled away, your eyes shot open and he held onto your waist, leaning in again for another.
You suddenly slapped a hand to your mouth and pushed him away by the shoulders.
“Oh my god, Jinyoung I’m sick, I’m so sorry”
Eyes widening at your sudden realisation, Jinyoung just let out a chuckle.
“I’m not, that just gives me an excuse to let you take care of me”
Looks like you didn’t miss out on the best night after all.
So the Book Wonho hold in his Hand (and probably read it too) is called “The Husband’s Secret” and is written by Liane Moriarty it’s about a
Mother of three and wife of John-Paul, Cecilia discovers an old envelope in the attic. Written in her husband’s hand, it says: to be opened only in the event of my death. Curious, she opens it - and time stops. John-Paul’s letter confesses to a terrible mistake which, if revealed, would wreck their family as well as the lives of others. Cecilia - betrayed, angry and distraught - wants to do the right thing, but right for who? If she protects her family by staying silent, the truth will worm through her heart. But if she reveals her husband’s secret, she will hurt those she loves most …
Imagine pocket-sized Jungkook really wanting attention from you but you’re to busy on your laptop. He keeps trying to get your attention by calling your name a bunch of times or making loud noises but nothing is happening so he is left with his last choice.
*lays down right in the middle of your keyboard like a starfish and stares at you sadly*
“Jungkook! What are you doing?!”
“I’m bored and you won’t play with me..”
He wanted to show her the world, the sun and the skies, there was happiness out there, happiness all around…Happiness in the ice creams that melt quickly, happiness in the sandy beaches and waves that tickle your ankles, happiness in the little White Sea shells hidden under the sand, their insides still grainy with remnants of sand and iridescence. Happiness in the fiery red and orange hues that filled the sky when the sun bade farewell, and happiness still in the pale calm of the night and the stars that shone above, shadows of things that had passed over once, reminders of all the things that were greater than the world.
She didn’t want to. She stayed in the winter of her heart, holding on to the past with a vice-like grip, knowing that it hurt more than heal, but she wasn’t ready to let go. She was afraid, she was afraid she would wake up one day and forget the sound of his laughter. She was afraid that her memories would become washed out and faded with time, until they were nothing but vague films filled with the pictures of a faceless man who made her smile once upon a time… She was afraid she would forget him. Because what was her worst memory had once been the most beautiful one she owned. And She wasn’t ready to let go of that, even if it meant sitting in the shadows alone. The darkness had long before become her ally.