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I have no idea if anyone has tried calling Yoosung during the “drink chocolate milk or you die” disease, but if you haven’t; you’re missing out.

EDIT: I’m seeing comments about redoing Yoosung’s route just for this phonecall-You dont have to. This is during Day 4 and you dont have to be on Yoosung’s side to get this phonecall. Just call him after Seven tells him via chat that he cant drink coffee.

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OMG! Persona Q is the best thing to happen to Kannao ever! I just picked it up again after not playing for a few months, just to find out I was about to start a very Kanji specific labyrinth and come across the best scene so far! I am a very happy Reecie right now =D (Sorry about the poor quality, my phone has issues taking pics of my ds)

The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

TITLE:  The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

PAIRING:  Jensen x Reader

WORD COUNT:  1298

WARNING:  J2M goofiness (if that’s a warning)

SUMMARY:  Follow the story of Supernatural star, Jensen Ackles and his pop star wife, [Your Name] Ackles as they deal with the pressures of fame and being newly married. As told through their point of viewsYou think you know, but you have no idea…this is The Diary of Mr. and Mrs. Ackles.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  This is strictly for fictional purposes only.  Any real life people mentioned that are portrayed in a negative light is not how I feel.  Just pretend they’ve been naughty.

SONG USED:  WRECKLESS LOVE - ALICIA KEYS


 CHAPTER ONE:  FACETIME

Let’s go back in time When seeing your ID on mine

Made me crazy

Ooh baby I’m saying

 

Let’s go back there

Let’s take it there

 

I’m talking bout Back in time

When you wanted to know my every move

Tired to keep it smooth

Keepin’ up with me You drove me crazy oh baby

 

Let’s go back there

Let’s take it there

Stepping out onto the stage, with just a mic, my dancers, and my band, I belted the very first single off of my sophomore album, Love Uncontrollably, into an empty stadium. My crew and I were doing the final sound check before my show tonight.

This was my very first headlining tour and the first stop was New York City; the Big Apple. Tonight, I would be performing to a sold-out crowd at Madison Square Garden. I couldn’t believe it.  Me, the little girl from a small town just outside of New Orleans in Louisiana, would be performing her very first headlining show in Madison Square Garden. I was completely amazed and truly humbled by it all.

“Alright, that was perfect.” I turned to see my choreographer and stage manager, clapping. “Y/N, you are going to rock the fucking house tonight.”

I smiled walking down and off the stage to him. “You think so?” I asked when my personal assistant handed me a bottle of water. “Thanks.” I told her, as soon as I grabbed it from her grasp.

“Of course.” Marty, my choreographer, said placing his arm around my shoulder. “Aren’t you excited?”

I sighed taking a sip of my water, feeling like I wanted to throw up. My nerves were starting to get the best of me. “Excited would be an understatement.” I giggled lightly.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “But if I were you right now, I would be jumping out of my fucking skin.” He laughed.

I laughed with him. “Well that’s what I feel like doing.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

He then took his arm from around me, and clapped his hand again. “Alright people. Time to get ready.” He told the dancers, who were quietly conversing to each other.


(GIF:  @babypieandwhiskey)

Walking backstage, I opened the door to my dressing room when when I felt the vibrations of my cell phone buzz in my back pocket. I pulled it out and smile wide at the picture and the name flashing across my screen requesting a FaceTime.

Hopping into my makeup chair, I give my hair a couple of fluffs, before pressing the accept button.

“Hey, handsome.” I spoke, prepared to see my husband’s beautiful green eyes looking back at me.

“Hey, beautiful.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed when I didn’t see my husband in front of me, but our gigantor of a best friend, Jared. He was in a black hoodie with LOVE written across the front.  He was sans his beloved beanie

“Jared.” I stated in a monotone.

“Y/N.” He mocked, and I giggled.

“Where’s my husband?”

“Who?” He furrowed his brows in pretend confusion. “I’m not sure who you’re talking about. Who’s this husband person?”

“Haha.” I heard the sound of my husband’s voice, as Jared was pushed off to the side. “Sorry about Sasquatch. He took my phone while I wasn’t looking.” I smiled when I saw his gorgeous face appear on my screen. God, I missed him like crazy.

“Don’t be mad that your wife would rather see me than you?”

And Jensen just stared at Jared. “Dude, you’re just like dripping sweat over here. Go wipe your face off.”

“It’s not me.” I watched Jared throw his hands in the air, defensively. I let out another small giggle. “It’s the damn hoodie.”

“But it’s still you.” My husband pointed an accusing finger toward his best friend. “Go get a towel or something.”

“You’re rude. And short.” Jared teased before turning back to the camera. “I’ll be back.”

Jensen shook his head. “No you won’t.” As I watched Jared walk out of the camera, my husband finally turned to look at me. “Hey, sweetheart. How are you?”

“Better now that I’m looking at you. I miss your face.”

He chuckled. “I miss you more.”

“And I miss you more than that.” Another face appeared next to my husband, and I watched him playfully roll his eyes when Misha stood next to him. “Hey, Y/N.” Misha waved to me.

“Hey Misha.” I waved back.

“How are you?” He practically shoved his face in front of the camera, blocking my view of my husband.

“I’m good.” I giggled.

Misha pulled back and turned to see Jensen staring him, annoyed. “What?”

“Can I have five minutes alone with my wife?”

I watched as Misha tilted his head looking confused, and then immediately shook it. “No. You have to share. Sharing is caring, Jensen. Right Y/N?” He turned to wink at me, and I just giggled. God, I missed my boys.

“Goodbye.” Jensen shooed Misha off, and turned back to me. “Anyway, sorry about that. What is my beautiful wife up to right now?”

“Well, my gorgeous husband, I just finished final sound check and I’m about to start hair and makeup.” I said, and right on time my hair and makeup team walked through the door. “What are you doing?”

“Well we just got finished shooting a few scenes and then Jared, Misha and I are about to go Facebook Live about the new campaign.” He pointed to himself, and I realized he was wearing the same hoodie that Jared was wearing earlier. And come to think of it, so was Misha.

“That’s awesome. Hopefully I have time to watch it. It’ll give me a chance to see more of your handsome face. I really miss you.”

He dropped his head and smiled. That was the one thing I loved about my husband. He was always so modest. “I miss you too, babe. It just sucks. I wish I could be there for you tonight.”

“Babe, it’s ok. I know you’re here with me. But you’ve got a job to do. I’m just happy to have a few minutes to talk to you, before shit gets crazy.”

“Well that’s one of the reasons I wanted to call, make sure I reach you before you go on stage to wish you good luck, to tell you how much I love you and how you’re going to kick so much ass tonight.”

The tears welled in my eyes. “Thank you. I love you too, baby.”

(GIF:  NOT MINE)

“Love you too.” Both Jared and Misha appeared back on the screen. Both Jensen and I couldn’t help but laugh at our friends. With them around it’s a wonder how we even had time to get married.

“Love you guys.” I blew a kiss to all of them and in return I received three attempts at hand hearts.

Again, I missed my boys.

“Good luck, sweetheart.” Jensen winked. “I’ll call you later.”

“You better.” I pointed, and he just laughs. “Bye Jare and Meesh.” I waved to both of them.

They both waved back, Jared telling me “good luck” and Misha telling me “break a leg”.

“Love you, baby.” Jensen said one last time, before turning to Jared. “How do I turn this friggin thing off?” And then my screen went blank.

I laughed at my husband’s inability to understand technology, before tossing my phone onto the vanity where all of my makeup was neatly displayed. All the nerves and tension that had been building in my stomach melted away from that one phone call. That was all I needed. To hear his voice, even only for 10 minutes.

Now all I needed to do was put on the best fucking show of my life and my day would be complete.

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anonymous asked:

why not tell us your sinful HC then we can build off them?

because im really fucking lazy

okayyy WELL i ship a lot of people so I’m just going to separate them into sections

Jamilton:

  • Their relationship started as a fling during a late night in the office that snowballed into feelings and passing touches.  Their first night together was so aggressive and it was just to get out pent up frustration of some political strife that’s going on at least that’s what they told themselves. After that night Alex avoids Thomas at all cost, and whenever Alex and Thomas lock eyes they both blush and mumble some half ass excuse to leave. They never talk about it until four months later at an office party. Well talk is one way of phrasing it, more like Alex had five too many to drink and he pulls Thomas aside almost in tears because damn it it’s not fair he’s in love with him and he doesn’t love him back. Alex walks out of the party before Thomas can string together a response. Alex has to step into an alley after a minute of walking because he’s full blown sobbing now and he doesn’t want to be seen. “What’s not fair, is that you never gave me a chance to reply.” and Alex looks up to see Thomas standing there slightly out of breathe from running. Alex tells him to leave him alone, he’s rather not be made fun of. Thomas grabs his arm and pulls him into an embrace, and looks down at the smaller man. “Wouldn’t you like to know my answer?” and capture Alex’s lips in a delicate kiss. Wow and now the office is like sickeningly sweet,like they still fight a ton in like cabinet meetings but after its like constant cooing and loving gazes and everyone’s like ew please stop. The next time they have sex it’s still really passionate but they focus on each other’s needs, making sure the other is comfortable to keep going, making sure the other feels good. Alex likes to bite Thomas, and Thomas has this weird infatuation with Alex’s hair. Each day the couple walks in sporting new love marks and everyone internally groans because they could try and pretend they don’t fuck every night. Also both of them are really into voyeurism and-                                       honestly I’m going to make a separate post for these nerds

Lams: 

  • So the first time Laurens calls Alex ‘baby girl’ they are at the grocery store. They are standing in the cereal isle, “Do you want cocoa puffs, baby girl?” and Laurens doesn’t even realize what he has said until Alex replies with a strangled guttural noise. Laurens and Alex stare at each other for a very long time until Alex drags Laurens out of the store, leaving the groceries behind. I’m not saying the fuck in the back of Alex’s van, but they fuck in the back of Alex’s van.

Hamburr

  • So when Alex and Aaron start dating they don’t really go past making out. Alex wants to go father but Burr never seems to want to, and Alex doesn’t want to pressure him so he says nothing. One day Alex jokes about how vanilla Burr must be and something flashes in Burr’s eyes. “Quite the opposite, love.” and Alex is sputtering because, no way, no way Burr’s kinky. “Prove it” and oh jeez it just goes down hill from there. Next thing you know Alex is sitting on Burr’s bed while they establish a safe word and wow, where did Burr keep all those sex toys? After a night full of.. discoveries… Alex and Burr’s relationship has never been the same. And Alex has never been happier.

Mullete

  • OKAY wow i got a lot on these nerds. Okay so obviously Herc gets turned on when Laf speaks french. At first Laf can’t understand why Herc gets upset when they speak with Alex in French. It’s not until they are both alone and Laf asks Herc a question in French, forgetting for a moment that he doesn’t speak French, and Herc is all flustered and is gripping the table. Laf is just ecstatic with his discovery and abuses his power over Herc, whispering French into Hercs ear, with one hand tracing small circles on his lower back, and the other on Herc’s arm. Herc can’t control himself and just pounces on Laf. French isn’t the only thing coming out of Lafs mouth that night. Also Laf has such a bad daddy kink and want’s Herc to call them fifille so bad but is too embarrassed to ask. Well one night Laf comes home after a wild night with lams and Herc is there sitting in the couch and is extremely angry because, wtf you weren’t picking up your phone and you didn’t tell me where you went. and laf is like “I’m sorry, daddy. Please don’t punish your fifille.” and passes out on the couch over Herc’s lap and Herc is just sitting there, shocked. Laf wakes up with a terrible headache and laying on the bed they shared with Herc. Herc walks in with coffee and advil, and while Laf sips his coffee mumbling their thank you, Herc mentions last night. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that babe, my phone died and Laurens ordered shots and-” “If you wanted to call me daddy you could have just asked.” and laf spits out their coffee. After several minutes of Laf choking and Herc rubbing their back, they fall into an awkward silence. Herc takes advantage of the silence and explains how last night they called him daddy and refereed to themselves as ‘fifille’ (which Herc had to look up on their phone) and how he’s up for it if Laf is okay with it. Needless to say, they don’t dont get much done that day.

Phillip Hamilton and Theo Burr wtf is their ship name guys (all these I’ve talked about with @theall-possiblegirl)

  • WOW I LOVE THEM OKAY. These loser are terrible a sneaking around, okay? Like their dads hate each other so they have to keep their relationship secret but god damn they are the worst. Like Theo moans so fucking loud all the time and ofc Phillip isn’t going to stop her because why would he ever muffle something so beautiful? Phillip is forgetful and clumsy so he’ll knock over a lamp after falling into Theo’s bedroom at 3 o’clock in the morning but he wont lock the door before they have sex. Cue getting walked in on constantly. Like poor Eliza and momma Theodosia because damn it these two make hiding the relationship so difficult (obvs the moms help the two sneak around). I feel like Phillip and Theo would be such gentle and giving lovers like they are always trying to put their lovers pleasure before theirs. Phillip goes down on Theo for hours, making sure Theo cums several times before she even touches him. Honestly i could talk about these nerds for hours because they are like the cutest couple ever okay?

Jeffmads

  • These dumbasses. They both have ad a crush on the other for years, but have never told the other because that’s gay and they’re bros you know they are both frat boys irl i will fight everyone. So one night, after a couple fireballs, Angelica suggest that everyone plays spin the bottle. Madison not really for it because he really doesn’t want to see Jefferson makeout with another girl in front of him some more, but Jefferson is all for it and Madison can’t say no when Jefferson throws his arm over his shoulder like that. long story short Jefferson spins the bottle, it lands on Mads and Mads is all blushy and shit until Jefferson plops in his lap and starts making out with him. Madison can’t tell if he’s died and gone to heaven or hell, but he’s sure he’s dead because there is no way this is happening in real life. Well Angie tells them to break it up or take it to another room because she wants to continue with the game. When Jefferson pulls away Mads is really sad thinking Jefferson has come to his senses and is about to say how gross that was or something just as hurtful, but is surprised when Jefferson grabs his arm and pulls him into another room. They both wake up the next day with a throbbing headache, naked, and a vague idea what happened the night before. Mads is about to cry because he thinks Jefferson thinks he’s a freak (Jefferson is thinking the same thing) and tries to leave without waking up Jefferson he’s already awake fuckboi but Jefferson grabs his arm and asks him to stay. Cue really cute/awkward confessions and cuddles. Also Alex yelling at them when they come downstairs because he couldn’t sleep all night because they were fucking too loud.

So that took me forever to type. I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, anon, I’ve never really typed out my HC this way before. Sorry it’s so long, i just have a lot to say about things. I also didn’t add everything; i might do that in alater post. Mullete and Jeffmads HC are both inspired by the wonderful @lafyettes go check out their blog, they are amazing and my highkey my tumblr crush

minysugakookieswithtae  asked:

Sorry about before my phone started glitching and stuff. Idk what happened. And I was wondering if you could do a mtl for which members would date a foreigner

it’s okay, i’m glad it fixed so you could request! i wasn’t sure which members you wanted so i included everyone besides the minors! thanks for requesting!

MOST LIKELY

  1. Yuta
  2. Johnny
  3. Ten
  4. Jaehyun
  5. WinWin
  6. Hansol
  7. Kun
  8. Doyoung
  9. Taeil
  10. Taeyong

LEAST LIKELY

Thomas Kaplan grows up in a family that loves him, a family he doesn’t have to fight for space in. He gets screened for ADHD at a pretty young age, gets put into classes with teachers that know how to handle that, who are patient and who see the potential in him.

He doesn’t blow up a school. He thrives. He has a bit of trouble keeping friends, but that ends up fitting with the attitude he cultivates by the time he gets to high school. He’s got a few close friends, but his inability to really keep his mouth shut in the face of bullshit means he’s not the most popular kid around. He likes to get into fights because it’s a way to not be bored (because it’s a way to stand up for kids without coming off as some good doer).

His powers show up in the middle of a gym class. The speed, that is. Suddenly his social schedule is a lot emptier, but the running is worth it. He explores the city in bursts of speed that dazzle him, leave him laughing. The explosions come later, luckily somewhere a little less public (“Sorry about my phone, mom. I must have dropped it somewhere”).

When Iron Lad comes calling, he has to fight back the excitement. He’s no fanboy, but who doesn’t want to be a superhero, secretly? He doesn’t need to think about it. He says yes immediately.

He loves it. He argues with Eli and teases Teddy and only whines a little at having to take on Mercury as a codename. He gets the whole ‘mirroring the avengers’ thing but Quicksilver doesn’t really fit their theme anyway so why does he have to go with such a lame codename?

“And who are you? Speed?” Sneers the the girl in the cathedral.

He smirks. “Yes.”

The End Part 3

Read the rest here: Part 1, Part 2

Hi! So here is the final part to The End! Guess you can say it is the end of The End. Okay lame joke. Hope you liked this little series, I loved writing it. Anyways, let us get on with it.

Summary: The time has come. Stefan and Damon accompany you to the sacrifice and Bonnie stays back at the Salvatore Boarding House to work on her spell that will save you. The question is, will the spell be enough?

Y/n’s Perspective

10 minutes.

We have been driving for 10 minutes. 10 minutes of silence. Stefan and I are both thinking the same thing, but we don’t know what to say.

“Are you guys always this quiet?”

Or maybe it’s because Damon decided to come along.

Stefan and I both look to the backseat where Damon is sitting. I glare at him and like always, he gives me his signature smirk.

“Okay then. I can feel the tension in this car.”

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I choose you!

Inspired by the @otpprompts​ prompt: Imagine Person A walking around looking at their phone. They get to Person B and aim the camera towards Person B’s chest/groin with a confident smirk. Person B is close to slapping them. They ask Person A “What the hell are you doing?” Person B replies with, “Sorry, but there is a PIKACHU ON YOUR TIT/DICK AND I MUST CATCH IT.”
@sterektrashbag @sterekzankiefeels

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Stiles smirked in triumph, shaking his fist victoriously as he continued walking through the subway car. He was going to finally catch this freaking Pikachu that had been taunting him for weeks, always popping up in the middle of the night when he should be sleeping and disappearing the second he got close.

He weaved around a pole, his elbow knocking against the unforgiving metal. He ignored the slight throb shooting through his arm, too intent on catching his Pikachu to care.

He increased his pace, skillfully avoiding the other people on the subway, praying no one else would catch it before him like last time. He still hadn’t completely forgiven Erica.

His phone buzzed excitedly in his hand, his eyes widening in anticipation as he watched the Pikachu pop up on his screen in all its glory.

Right on some poor guy’s lap.

A quick glance upward showed that the poor guy was also the most gorgeous guy Stiles had ever seen in his life, complete with sexy stubble and a black leather jacket.

All sense of dignity and self-preservation long gone, Stiles confidently pointed his phone at the man’s groin and smiled widely, ready to finally bag this yellow bastard.

Before he could do anything he heard someone growl, “What the hell are you doing?”

Stiles spared a quick darting look up to see the gorgeous man with the Pokemon on his crotch glaring at him, looking downright murderous. He looked back down at his phone screen and winced, well aware what it must look like he was doing, blurting out, “Sorry, but there’s a Pikachu on your dick and I have to catch it.”

Much to Stiles’ surprise the man didn’t punch him in the face like he expected him to, or ask what the hell he was talking about. Instead, he sat up straighter and tugged his own phone out of his pocket, eyes widening as he muttered, “Really?”

Before Stiles could react the Pikachu was gone and the stubbled Adonis in front of him was smiling radiantly down at his phone. Stiles’ shoulders slumped in defeat as he realized what had just happened, barely holding back a groan.

“Are you freaking kidding me?! I’ve been trying to catch that bastard for three weeks!” Stiles huffed, plopping down in the empty seat beside the man who had just crushed his hopes and dreams in an instant, crossing his arms over his chest. “Ugh, I give up. It’s a stupid game anyway.”

The man who had just stolen his Pikachu chuckled deeply beside him, earning a sharp glare and an exaggerated pout from Stiles. He managed to look contrite, sincerely telling him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the game for you. But it was on my dick, I kinda felt entitled to it.”

Stiles conceded with a bob of his head, gorgeous stranger had a point. He stuck out a hand as a peace offering, introducing himself, “I’m Stiles. Sorry about the whole pointing my phone at your junk thing.”

“Derek,” he answered, shaking Stiles’ hand with another blinding grin. “Sorry about the whole stealing your Pikachu thing.”

“Whatever, no big deal,” Stiles replied, unable to find it in his heart to be upset with the hottest person on earth. And no, he wasn’t exaggerating one bit. “But now I’m pretty sure you’re a member of Team Rocket.”

“Jessie or James?” Derek teased, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Well, you’ve definitely got the hair to be Jessie,” Stiles joked, gesturing toward Derek’s gelled hair. Derek threw his head back in the most beautiful punched out laugh Stiles had ever heard.

While Stiles was trying to refrain from drooling or spontaneously proposing, Derek offered, “Here, I’ll name him after you.”

Derek tilted his phone to show Stiles as he renamed his Pikachu, punching in Styles. Blushing at the surprisingly sweet sentiment, Stiles softly corrected, “Stiles with an i.”

“Oh, sorry,” Derek apologized, quickly amending the spelling. Stiles leaned closer, practically resting his chin on Derek’s shoulder, curious to see Derek’s other Pokemon.

Shooting Stiles a sidelong glance, Derek claimed, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Stiles snapped to attention and pulled up his own Pokemon inventory, trying to ignore the potential suggestiveness of Derek’s words. He turned his screen to show Derek, rather proud of his Eevee and his Ditto.

LittleRedBambi?” Derek snorted, sneaking a peek at Stiles’ username.

“Better than SourwolfHale,” Stiles retorted, relishing in the sound of Derek’s laugh again. His eyes widened as he looked through Derek’s Pokemon, spotting a Dragonair and an Arcanine and a― “Oh my god, you have a Ninetails?! How’d you get it?! They’re my favorite!”

Derek smirked and turned to meet Stiles’ wide eyes, casually suggesting, “How about I tell you over dinner?”

“Whoa, really?” Stiles asked, incredulous, feeling a blush spread over his cheeks. Derek nodded, smiling more shyly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Here, I’ll give you my number,” Derek volunteered.

Who would’ve thought that Pokemon Go would get him a date with a devastatingly handsome dork he met on the subway?

Thanks, Niantic.

Rings, When the Phone

Today I politely gestured to a man to please take his mobile call out to the lobby. He smiled and did so. Later, he came to the desk to apologize.

Man: “Yeah, sorry about that call! My phone rang so I answered it.”

Me: “-”

[phone rings again]

Man [to me]: “Sorry again!” 

Man [into phone]: “I can’t talk, I’m in the library! Stop calling me!”

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Sorry about the camera quality. My phones isn’t all that great. Windblade color scheme is great throughout. They got a lot of good detail on her face paint and head dress as well. And apparently shes taking fashion tips from Starscream, uses heels she cant actually stand on. Also every one of these came with an extra “combiner hunter” weapon. Windblade got a massive spear. So I decided to put them next to my Optimus combiner for scale.

Next we got Chromia. Little bit of face paint, acknowledging her Caminian heritage and the designs on her shoulder pads and back. Her cybertronian buster sword also has some detail as such.

Then we get to Arcee. Two swords. And then she has some monstrosity in the shape of a sword. By itself the weapon is 4/5 the height of Optimus. She can’t hold it and stand. Her paint job and at mode are very cybertronian style. Really liking the majority black with pink highlights.

Demure Dalliance pt. 9 (V, Angst)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11

yay, finally an update after 500 years :~) tbh I was really excited to post this so I didn’t proof read, but I’ll do it when I have a bit of time to edit!!!

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“Where’s Jungkook?” Yoongi called down the hall to anyone that was listening. That was…nobody except Taehyung. He looked down at his phone, opening the text that Jungkook had sent earlier in the morning before he’d arrived at work.

“He told me he wasn’t coming today.”

“Why didn’t that asshole call me?” Yoongi grunted, shoving both hands in his pockets. Taehyung couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d seen his boss just yesterday with a girl who was a little too good looking to be holding onto his hand. Before making an ugly face at Yoongi, Taehyung turned and walked a little too quickly to his office.

He sent Jungkook a quick text back.

Sent at 8:24 AM by Kim Taehyung.

Yoongi wants you to call him.

No reply, which wasn’t unusual. Jungkook had said he had a cold, so Taehyung didn’t doubt it. That kid wasn’t one to miss work because he wanted too. He was a hard worker, something Taehyung could appreciate about him.

He got right to work, and before he knew it Hoseok was knocking on his door telling him to take a break before he died of exhaustion. Taehyung didn’t feel tired, but once getting up from his sitting position he finally understood why breaks were a thing.

He picked up his phone, which had been silent the past few hours so he could work on putting everything for this case together. He had a few missed messages. One from Jungkook and 2 from you.

Taehyung ignored Jungkook’s text and went straight to pressing on yours. It had been sent an hour before, and Taehyung felt bad for making you wait so long before finally replying.

Sent at 11:12 AM by Y/N.

Should we have coffee after work? My treat.

Sent at 11:13 AM by Y/N.

Sorry, I know you’re at work! I just thought it would be relaxing to hang out after a long day.

Taehyung grinned at the texts, unable to stop reading them over and over. You didn’t even have to pay to make him want to go. Just the thought of seeing your smiling face excited him to no end.

Sent at 12:37 PM by Kim Taehyung.

Hey, sorry about that. I put my phone on silent when working and I just saw these now. Coffee sounds good, I get off work at 4:30 today.

Sent at 12:39 PM by Y/N.

I get off at 4. Should I wait outside of the office for you?

Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh at the quick reply. It was nice to have this attention, he could get used to it.

“Are you coming to get food before your break is over?” Hoseok popped his head into the office, only to frown at the face Taehyung was ogling down at his phone with. Raising a brow, Hoseok placed both hands on his hips and glared at Taehyung.

“Yeah, just go without me. I’ll eat here.” Taehyung waved a hand absentmindedly toward the other boy as he typed out a quick reply letting you know that it sounded great.

You put your phone down, rising from your seat in the office and collecting your things. Your uncle knew about you being in the hospital for the night, and would understand if you said you still had a headache. It wasn’t wise to take the rest of the day off, but it was just one half of the day. No harm no foul, right?

Your uncle had let you go without complaints, and by the time you got home it was just passing 1 PM. Because of your fathers will, everything in his name had been passed down to you, including his car. Instead of having to take the bus from now on you conveniently owned a jet black Tesla that cruised down the street better than a bumpy, sweat filled bus.

You still had 3 hours, but didn’t waste any time in showering and dressing in the nicest outfit possible. It definitely outdid yesterdays, but you didn’t think Taehyung would notice anyway.

You ended up sitting around a little longer before finally going to pick up the coffee. Although, you weren’t sure what he liked so you texted and waited for a reply before ordering it.

After getting to his work, you opened the door to your car and stepped out. Maybe if you left the coffee’s he’d come grab them with you? You were up to trying anything to get him to hang out with you.

Taehyung glared at his computer screen, feeling as if his eyes were about to droop shut. He felt bad if he had to cancel on the date,but surely you wouldn’t mind. 

There was a tap on the door, and Taehyung waited to answer until it creaked open. You stood, hair falling almost perfectly as he watched you enter. You decided that perhaps it wasn’t so suspicious to actually bring the coffee’s with you, when it was in fact a coffee date. He couldn’t help but grin up at you, tired feeling falling away almost immediately.

You had read his mind, showing up in his office with coffee’s so he wouldn’t have to go tiredly to pick them up with you. By now, he was just making excuses, but Taehyung hadn’t felt this tired in weeks. With the upcoming court hearing for Kim Namjoon, and Jungkook’s hidden felony weighing on his shoulders, Taehyung could go for some much needed sleep.

It was good that you were there anyway, because he had to tell you a few things about the case. Now that you were seating yourself across from him, Taehyung rose from behind his computer to sit right beside you.

“I’m sorry for making you come here.” He pouted, making you chuckle in response. You waved him away, promising that all was good.

“I’m glad I asked you what coffee you like, I was about to ask for milk in it.”

Taehyung shivered at the thought. The first time he had coffee, he’d doused it with milk and sugar. Something he regrets, to be quite honest. The taste was disgusting and he’d spat it all over his mothers white carpets. After that, he just had plain black coffee with only a teaspoon of sugar.

He watched you as he took a swig of the bitter beverage, wondering if he should ruin the mood by dropping the bomb of the court hearing, or to obliviously enjoy the rest of his day talking nonsense with you.

Of course, his authoritative thoughts merely cancelled out his fun loving ones altogether. Your smiling face slowly faded away as Taehyung placed both of your cups on the table and turned his body toward yours.

“Listen…” Taehyung sighed, massaging the back of his neck gently. You were listening, quite intently.

“In a few weeks, there’s going to be a court hearing for Kim Namjoon. Since you weren’t there when the death of your father was happening, you’re not going to be called up to testify against him. A few of your neighbors will be, thou-”

“I’m still going. A knife was found in his house, of course I’m going-”

“How did you know a knife was found in his house?” Taehyung’s brows furrowed. He was sure he’d never told you about that. In fact, written in his notes, he wasn’t going to reveal that evidence until a few days before the court hearing because most family members of the victim got emotional and had break downs when hearing the news.

You had messed up, royally. Shit.

“…Jungkook told me, when we were together.” You lied

Taehyung felt his whole body boiling from head to toe. How dare Jungkook tell you such confidential information, when he wasn’t even on the case? Multiple times this past few months he’d only proven himself to be a terrible cop, and now he was failing to show Taehyung he would become a good detective in his future career. The only thing keeping the kid from getting fired would be the scolding Taehyung would receive and the fact that he could most likely be demoted from his position or even fired for that matter. Min Yoongi was not someone who was known to be messed with often. Taehyung would be held accountable for almost every action Jungkook had done leading up to now.

Still, Taehyung guessed why Jungkook had told you. He’d been trying to throw you into jail for a pretty long time, and to shoot small hints like that would only inflict remorse into the murderer. Yet, it was positive that you were not someone to be held accountable for such a thing. 

“Anyway,” Taehyung waved it off. He tucked away his anger for later. He would show up to Jungkook’s house and let off some steam. By letting off steam, he meant beating the shit out of him, again. Taehyung was tired of Jungkook always getting away with his actions just because he was lenient toward him. To be honest, Taehyung could call it pity. “I’ll give you the information before you leave, okay? There’ll be a lot of security there so if you’re feeling scared, you’re protected.”

“And you’ll be there?” Your voice faltered slightly, and Taehyung’s hand unconsciously shot out to touch your shoulder. Flinching, your eyes both met for a split second, until he pulled his hand away from yours.

“I’ll be there, I’m lead investigator of the case. Don’t worry, okay? I’m on your side.”

You sighed in relief, getting to your feet slowly. Maybe it was time to leave, after hearing all of this news. Taehyung seemed to understand that as well, so he rose to retrieve the papers you’d need.

You hesitated a moment as he dug through a stack of papers, reaching into your bag and holding onto the file that he’d been shredding just days before. Perhaps it was time to come clean about taking it. He would believe you if you just told the truth, right? Of course he would.

As Taehyung finally found the documents you needed, he stopped rummaging through the pile as you gently placed the white file down in front of his hands. When he met your gaze, you looked uncomfortable, guilty. He did a double take of the file, skimming his fingers over it.

No. Was this the file he’d lost?

“Did you…take it?” He hesitated with his words, but you nodded almost immediately.

“I’m sorry. I saw my name on the papers and I was curious. I didn’t show them to anyone else. Why were you hiding this from me? Jungkook and some man named Jimin were trying to convict me of murder and you just shred the paper as if it’s nothing?”

That was not it, at all, Taehyung thought incredulously. How could you deduct an answer like that from his actions? He’d been protecting you, shredding the papers so no one else would find them. He was shredding the work that Jungkook and Jimin put together to throw you behind bars.

Instead, he didn’t answer that. Logically, he had no place to try and defend himself, even though his reasoning was sensible. You waited, but once you realized that he had no answer, just dropped it and picked up the documents he’d picked out for you.

“I didn’t keep any of the papers, I promise. I’m sorry for taking it, you can charge me if you want.”

“I’m not going to charge you.” Taehyung murmured. The air had gone from trustworthy to awkward in a split second, and he hated it.

“I should go, then.” You left without getting an answer from Taehyung. He stood and watched as you left, brows furrowed in concentration.

Taehyung got his stuff together, downing the rest of his coffee before finally turning in. On his way to the car, Taehyung pulled out his phone, attempting to call Jungkook multiple times with no answer. After a few rude texts and voice mails left on his message receiver, Taehyung decided that just going to his place would be better. He was tired of Jungkook just fucking with everything Taehyung had worked on. It was time to give him a decision. Get his act together or quit.

Driving there, Taehyung kept calling, but still got no replies. Usually he’d have picked up by then. Jungkook never kept his phone on silent, and it definitely went through. His phone wasn’t dead or turned off. He was just having all of his calls avoided by the kid.

He arrived at Jungkook’s apartment building and went right up. There was no way Jungkook was going to quit. Still, if he put his own job on the line for some ridiculous reason, Taehyung wasn’t going to hold back anymore. He would tell Yoongi everything. It didn’t matter if he was fired or demoted, Jungkook would finally have his lesson learned, that was for sure.

Taehyung stormed down the hall once stepping outside of the elevator. The dim yellow lighting was going to give him a headache, as usual. He hated this apartment building so much.

He tapped on the door to the apartment. No answer. Was he not home? No, of course he had to be home. Where else would he go? Jungkook wasn’t much of a drinker, and he ordered his groceries from the store instead of picking them up himself.

His knocking turned into banging, and his banging turned into calling for Jungkook on the other side of the door. Taehyung knew the password to his house, which came in handy, but he just felt uncomfortable using it. What if he was jerking off? That was not a sight Taehyung wanted to walk into. Still, his anger out weighed his desire to not walk in on something left private and unknown.

He knocked one last time for safe measure, before telling Jungkook that he was coming in. Typing in the password to his house, Taehyung barged in to the smell of something sour. All the lights were off in the apartment, and even the curtains had been closed. It was practically pitch black in there, so Taehyung was forced to use his phone’s terrible flashlight on it.

For a moment, Taehyung had a bad feeling as he flicked on a few lights in the apartment. The back of his throat itched as if he were about to catch a cold, like it usually did when the daunting feeling of being close to catching something he didn’t want to see occurred. 

“Jungkook?” He called lightly, reaching into his belt for the gun he kept on him. The smell was something he didn’t want to admit. He didn’t want it to come true if he admitted it.

It smelled like blood.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung tried again, but his voice was quivering so much it barely came out as a breath. For the first time in his life he was dreading what he was about to find. Jungkook had sent him a text in the morning explaining that he wasn’t coming into work. There was no way that he could be dead, right? No way!

Taehyung checked around the whole house. In the bathroom, kitchen, living room. Everywhere except for his bedroom. The place where many people are found dead, whether it have been them taking their own lives or being murdered instead.

Taehyung pushed open the door, noticing that it was the only room with light. The sight in front of him made him lose his breath in fear. He was gasping for air, suddenly at a loss. Jungkook’s crumpled body lay on the floor, his body face down in a pool of his own blood. It looked as if he had put up a fight before dying, his blood in different areas around the room. It was on his curtains, hand prints on his walls, the back of his door. Taehyung had found himself in a fresh crime scene.

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