Summary: Yoongi helps you escape detention so you can spend Valentine’s Day together.
Word count: 983 words
You let your head hit the desk as you slumped forward in your seat. The bell rang shrilly in the background, signalling the end of the school day.
Unfortunately for you, you were stuck serving another detention. Something about not adhering to the school’s dress code (it might of had something to do with the fact that you were wearing a “school ruined my life” hoodie on a day that wasn’t Casual Friday).
Normally, a detention wouldn’t bother you much. But today was different. It was Valentine’s Day, and your boyfriend Yoongi had promised you would spend the day together.
You and Yoongi had been together for almost a year but didn’t see each other very frequently. Over the last spring break, you had met at a music workshop. You performed as a duo, affectionately dubbing yourselves “Team Trouble.”
Yoongi lived two hours away by train. The majority of your communication took place over text or Skype, but somehow, you made it work.
Groaning, you pulled out your phone and hid it underneath the desk. You tapped a quick message to Yoongi.
SENT 3:35 PM
srry babe im in detention
RECEIVED 3:35 PM
dude wtf the one day…
SENT 3:36 PM
i didnt choose the thug life, it chose me 💔
RECEIVED 3:37 PM
dont worry. im gonna get you outta there.
You stifled a laugh, butterflies forming in your stomach. Truthfully, you were dying to see Yoongi again. Your last date was two weeks ago, and meetings were becoming fewer and father in between.
“Y/N!” your teacher barked, making you jump. Your phone slipped out of your fingers and landed on the ground with a loud thud. You picked up, cursing once you realized the spiderweb of cracks had grown farther. “Put that phone away.”
Rolling your eyes, you tucked your phone into your back pocket. Stretching over the desk yet again, you let your eyelids flutter shut. Soon enough, you felt the familiar pulls of sleep and surrendered to them.
Tap. Tap Tap.
Your eyes shot open as you registered the sharp sound of something colliding against the window beside you. Looking over your shoulder, you spotted a blond boy whipping stones from two storeys below.
This boy, of course, was Yoongi. Your boyfriend. The James to your Jessie.
With wide eyes, you retrieved your phone. You then realized you had several unread messages from Yoongi. You opted to ignore them.
SENT 4:25 PM
what aRE YOU DOING
You watched as Yoongi stopped throwing pebbles and took out his phone.
RECEIVED 4:26 PM
thank god its you…i can’t really see from here
SENT 4:26 PM
ok but that doesn’t answer my question
RECEIVED 4:26 PM
you werent answering my texts so
RECEIVED 4:27 PM
anyways just jump
SENT 4:27 PM
DO U WANT ME TO DIE?
RECEIVED 4:27 PM
relax, you wont. besides ill catch u
Sure, Yoongi would catch you. More like his crushed, broken body would once you landed on him. But you saw him looking up at you expectantly, a gummy smile on his face. And damn, a broken ankle would be worth the fall.
You turned and began to open the window.
The teacher looked up at you suspiciously. “Y/N,” he demanded, his eyes narrowing. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Just opening the window,” you replied breezily. “It’s kinda stuffy in here, don’t you think?”
Using your entire body, you pushed the heavy window open completely. It didn’t open as wide as you had hoped, but you could probably fit through the opening.
You glanced back up at the teacher, noting that he had gone back to grading papers. Unceremoniously, you chucked your backpack out of the window and watched delightedly as Yoongi stumbled to catch it.
Quickly, you stood up and swung your legs over the window sill. The teacher shot up from his seat, a threat forming on his lips.
“Y/N, don’t you dare–” he shouted, but the rest of his message was lost as you pushed yourself through the small opening.
The drop was only a second in duration, but time slowed as you tumbled to the ground. You could feel a wild smile stretching over your face. Yoongi’s body appeared closer and closer with each passing moment. His arms were outstretched, and, squeezing your eyes shut, you reached out for him and prepared for the impact.
The adrenaline numbed the pain from the initial impact. When you opened your eyes, you were sprawled over Yoongi’s chest. Quickly, you scrambled upright and lifted your weight off of Yoongi.
“Oh my god!” you shrieked as Yoongi remained motionless. “Yoongi? Are you okay!?”
His eyelids fluttered open as he struggled to inhale. “Fine,” he wheezed, thumping his chest. “Winded.”
You stood up and pulled Yoongi to his feet, satisfied to see he was still capable of holding himself upright. You grabbed your backpack from the grass and peered upwards.
Your teacher’s upper body was leaning out of the windowsill. He was screaming incoherently, veins popping out of his neck and redness spreading over his entire face.
“Sorry, sir,” Yoongi called. He grabbed your hand and held it up for the teacher to see. “I’m going to be borrowing this one for awhile.”
You and Yoongi sprinted off of school property, your carefree laughter carried away by the wind. The cold February air nipped at your cheeks, and neither of you were dressed warmly enough to be outside. Yet, in that moment, everything was perfect. It was with absolute certainty that you knew you were happiest with Yoongi’s hand in yours.
That evening, Yoongi took you out to dinner and presented you with a stuffed Meowth. “For old time’s sake,” he said.
With a laugh, you accept the gift and wrapped your arms around Yoongi’s waist. “Prepare for trouble,” you began with a smile.
“Make it double,” he finished, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.
- Girl in Luv
A/N: Why did I reference Pokémon AGAIN? The world will never know…Anyways, hope you enjoyed Young and Pure Yoongi™
All the moments Namjoon Mentioned/Praised/Complimented Jimin in his V live* (Yes all this really happened, Yes we needed it.)
“Jimin’s song is so perfect and I guess you’ve listened to it a lot. I want you to check this out.”
(Plays the guide he sang for the song, laughs)
“I worked hard to make a guide for Jimin, but it sounds so funny. Let’s play Jimin’s better version.” (Plays Jimin’s Intro)
“I worked hard on the lyrics for Jimin.. I’ve wanted to work with Jimin, though I didn’t make the whole song, it was fun to do something for Jimin”
“Serendipity came out really well as the intro. I think it’s the best in quality so far… I believe Jimin let us get off to a good start.”
“Jimin asked me when he sang the intro, ‘How should I sing the song?’. Jimin said he wanted to come out of himself. Jimin always sings in the high register, singing in falsetto or shouting in the chorus. That was kind of what he always did. He wanted to get out of that stuff. He wanted to step up his game as a vocalist. He asked me for advice, I didn’t have a lot to offer but I suggested something. He likes drake. He wanted me to recommend songs that are hot these days, though I did not stay all night. For about an hour I picked songs for Jimin, and I took screen shots of the lists of artists and sent it to him. The End”
[A wild Jimin appears]
“Hello, Everyone. This is Jimin.”
(JM covers face & says he’s not wearing makeup)
“Jimin, I just spoke about Serendipity. How you worked hard to come out of yourself when you recorded it. You heard all that? (JM: Not at all) I was talking about how hard you worked.”
“They can’t see your face, Jimin” (Pulls him in front of the camera) “Why are you covering your face? You look great. Don’t need to cover it. You’re handsome.”
“Tell them how hard you worked on the song” (JM proceeds to talk about it)
(Minjoon banter occurred, Jimin is about to leave)
“Make a heart before you go, Jimin.” (JM makes heart)
“So cute. Bye. Good luck on your recording.” (JM Leaves)
“He’s working hard. Can’t wait to hear Jimin’s own song”
[Starts to talk about “Best of Me” but Jimin is seen making poses through the door]
“What? Is that a ghost? I guess he wants to be on Vlive but it’s been so long since Jimin did his solo Vlive. I’ll tell him to do a solo live after this.”
“Come in, Jimin. Jimin! You have to make a promise now.” (Proceeds to pull Jimin in the room, then keeps him from running out by holding on to him)
“You have to do your solo v live after me. Promise… I’ve done it a lot, it’s been a long time since you’ve done one. It doesn’t have to be a solo one, but make sure you do a live.”
(More Minjoon banter, Jimin leaves)
[Continues talking about “Best of Me”]
“Anyways, still talking about ‘Best of Me’. The guy who wrote it…. I keep getting distracted. I’ll let it slide since it was for Jimin.”
“My favorite part in ‘Best of Me’ is.. I should have asked Jimin to sing that part. My favorite part of ‘Best of Me’ is the bridge part Jimin sang. How does it go?”
(Tries to mimic Jimin’s voice lol)
“I’m sorry. Jimin used the voice he rarely shows us. The bridge part is.. I think it’s the killing part. I believe thats the best part of ‘Best of Me’ in my personal opinion. Personally my favorite part. He spiced up the lyrics I wrote with his angelic voice. He did a really good job.” (THIS WAS LITERALLY THE SWEETEST THING)
[While talking about “Pied Piper”, Jimin can be heard in the hallway]
“Jimin is outside. I guess Jimin got really bored. He’s on stand by. I guess there’s a long line (to record).”
[While talking about “GO GO”, RM mentions he ran out of coffee. A few moments later Jimin appears with more coffee for him]
“Are you an angel without wings?” (JM: I’m a Fairy)
(Not too sure about this one, but I think Jimin sings the line “if there is music..” instead of “if there is hope..” & catches himself)
“Music? If there is music, there’s Jimin. I was talking about “Outro: Her” Jimin. (Jm: Were you?) Yes. Sorry, there’s no part of Jimin. (JM: I know that).”
(More Minjoon banter, Jimin heads out the door)
“Thanks! (for the coffee)” (JM makes a heart through the door)
“He’s so cute. We played Sohn Byeong Ho game before. If someone says ‘The cutest one folds your finger’, Jimin has to do it. You know, Jimin is like a fairy from a fairy tale.” (Laughs & thanks Jimin for the coffee again).
[Later on, Jimin appears again (Bless this boy) as RM is finishing the live]
(Minjoon talking about the last stage and Mcountdown, Jimin looks at himself in the camera)
“Jimin, It’s not a mirror”. (JM laughs in mochi, NAMJOON LET HIM LIVE)
“We’re sorry for not presenting a lot of encore performances. But Jimin did a great job with the mang-gae leaf. (JM: what’s that?) The leaf you carried over your head, I mean the one your were wearing over your head. Mang-gae leaf. It was cute. (JM: on M Countdown?) Yes.”
(In English) “Thank you for all the love guys, for everything” (JM:……… Yeah. lol)
“Let’s put it to an end by saying, Army we love you”
[Minjoon ends live saying “Army we love you”]
**This is the rough translations from Vlive, we all know how that is lol so bare with me.
i love flowers almost as much as i love all you guys, gals, and non-binary pals!! ❤❤❤ you’re all so fantastic! thanks so much for all the follows and likes and reblogs!
(i was a little nervous to post this but here you go, there’s my face)
Request: could I please have a pennywise x reader imagine where the reader and her friends go into the sewers on a dare by the boy she likes and Pennywise is there and he smells fear on her but it’s not of him??? ahhhh BLESS THIS BLOG
Warning: Hinting at future/possible rape attempt/ taking advantage of by crush.
You stared into the pit of the well, your breathing becoming increasingly quick, alongside the rate of your heartbeat. I dare you to jump. Just do it! Just slide down and tell me what’s at the bottom… I dare you. Come on. Don’t you like me? Your fingertips felt hot, the rest of your body cold from the flashes of fear that you were having. With a nod of your head over your shoulder, you met Josh’s–Your crush’s eyes, an uneasy smile on his face.
Ninny is a
young girl who appears as a main character in Moomin book Tales from
Moominvalley (1962), in a short story named after her called The Invisible
Child. Ninny had an awful upbringing by her cruel aunt, which left the poor
girl completely invisible. Aunt’s
constant irony damaged the child so deeply that besides being invisible, Ninny
is also terribly quiet and submissive. Her voice is terribly small and she only
plays when told to do so. Ninny is a picture of a perfect child as she is obedient and does her chores even without being told, but the story also reminds the readers how sad it is for a young child to behave like this. Ninny does not laugh and her only reaction to playing after beind told to do so is to say, rather emotionlessly, how fun it is. Ninny never asks for anything or has opinions or shows creativity. This causes Little My to snap at her and wonder if Ninny even has any life in her.
All of Ninny’s behaviour serves to show that she does not have an actual personality; nothing separates her as her own person. Ninny simply performs whatever is expected of her. Her aunt’s distant and cruel treatment has not offered Ninny a healthy mirror and her development has been severely damaged because of this. Aunt’s irony has also caused Ninny to hide herself entirely because everything she has expressed has lead to shaming and ridicule. Getting to a safe environment heals some of this. But even though Moominmamma’s kindness is able to bring
out Ninny’s legs and her body up to her neck, her face remains missing.
tries to get Ninny to get angry and tells her that she will never have her own
face if she does not learn to fight. Eventually, this turns out to be true.
When Ninny aggressively attacks Moominpappa to defend Moominmamma from his
prank, her hissing face finally appears. After this she has a wild laugh at
Pappa’s expense. Too-Ticky thinks that the girl may have turned out even worse
than Little My, but she is finally visible and that is all that matters.
It is most
likely not a coincidence that the two characters who help Ninny the most are
Too-Ticky and Moominmamma, who’s real life counterparts were Tove Jansson’s
most beloved people Tuulikki and Ham. There is a lot of writer herself in Ninny
and Tove even wrote in her notes that she would need to learn to show her anger
and gain her face like Ninny. This may explain why Ninny and her predicament
are portrayed with such attention and understanding.
story has been lovingly analyzed in more academic papers than one can possibly list
and has become a classic about children and their development. At the core, The
Invisible Child is a story about how coldness and irony mercilessly devastate
the fragile selfhood of a child. A child needs to feel that they are so safe
and loved that they are also allowed to be difficult and get angry. Ninny has
been robbed of a real care all her childhood and her selfhood is completely stunted.
It’s only under Moomin family’s patient acceptance and Moominmamma’s gentle
loving that Ninny can finally find herself again. Besides academics, many people who have grown up in emotionally abusive homes seem to strongly relate to The Invisible child and her experiences.
Note: It took me a lot of courage to make this blog, let alone properly post something. Me being paranoid, I probably proof read this at least four times haha. Enjoy, and feedback would be greatly appreciated!
You woke up only to discover that there was nothing to do. No assignments to finish. No family events to go out on. No errands to run. It felt unusual, but nice. Free time was rare, and you were going to make the most out of it.
You made a straight beeline for Shawn’s clothes and your hands had managed to find your favorite hoodie of his. A wild smile appeared on your face as you instantly pulled it over your head. Just an article of his clothing made you feel ten times more at home, but not as much as he did.
"Shawn, are you home?“ you called out from the bedroom. He wasn’t in bed with you. You figured he was somewhere else in the house. A reply didn’t shout back. You couldn’t deny it, it did put a damper on your mood.
That was when you noticed a little slip of paper on your nightstand. Eyebrows furrowed and your curiosity rising, you grabbed it and skimmed over the writing, recognizing it instantly.
Left for the gym. I’ll be back soon. And don’t worry, I have breakfast covered. Love you:)
You felt a burst of warmth shoot through your chest. To this day, you don’t know how out of the million people inhabiting the Earth, you were chosen by the universe to be “the one” for Shawn. He was just too damn good. That was why he was always there to remind you, whether that would be dozens of kisses or praises.
The front door opened and you raced downstairs to greet what you knew was him. Skidding across the dark wood floors in your knee high socks put a smile on Shawn’s face when he saw you. “Looks like you’re having a good day so far,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss. You hummed in content. “Is that my hoodie?”
Reluctantly, you shook your head with a shy smile on your face. “And it’s your favorite one too.” You could practically hear the smirk on his face.
“They’re comfy, and they smell like you.” His hoodie had changed into a dress on you. The sleeves were devouring your arms, giving you sweater paws.
“You always look really cute in my clothes.”
Butterflies appeared in your stomach. It was making it hard to think clearly. You looked up at him, and puckered your lips, signifying that you wanted a kiss. All Shawn did was lean down and give you a small peck, teasing you. “That was not a kiss! Do it again,” you joked. “Please?”
Laughing, he leaned down again and cupped your face with both of his hands. Kissing you slowly, your hands played with his hair, running through his curls. You pulled away with a smug smile. “Better?”
“Better,” you nodded satisfied. “What did you get for breakfast?”
“Pancakes with chocolate chips. And we could add some strawberries on top,” Shawn suggested, smothering you as he wrapped his body around yours. You scrunched your nose.
“I’ll cut up the strawberries, but we’re not eating anything until you take a shower.” You jokingly pushed him away and walked over to the kitchen. Shawn followed, unsurprisingly, and hugged you from behind, trailing your neck with kisses. “Stop, that tickles!” you giggled.
“You know you love it.” He turned away and stuck out his tongue while walking up the stairs. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. You did love it.
Her feet were dangling from the back of his pick up truck, tiny white converse unusually clean, not a speck of dirt on them. Come to think of it the beautiful, pristine blonde sitting in his truck was a sharp contrast to the down and dirty mechanic he had met just two days ago. Betty’s eyes were trained on the screen in front of them, she hadn’t been lying when she said she loved this movie, he couldn’t help the grin that peeked through when he caught her mouthing the words.
“You really do like this movie huh?” Jughead whispered from her right.
Betty’s bright green eyes turned to him in surprise, it seemed that she had forgotten he was even there.
“Huh? Oh yeah, definitely, Cry Baby is my favorite movie.” She shrugged her shoulders slightly and held out her bag of twizzlers, Jughead took the strawberry candy and bit into it dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows at Betty.
The hint of a smirk graced Betty’s features as she rolled her eyes, suddenly turning serious she scooted back in the truck turning her body towards Jugheads
“I’m sorry for the way I acted a few days ago. It was unnecessary. I don’t know you and I shouldn’t have based my judgement off of gossip.” She bit her lip guiltily.
Jughead nearly choked on the candy hanging from his lips
“Hey, no. I get it, I know what people say about me, I guess I bring it upon myself, I promise you I’m not as bad as they make me out to be, I’m just… I had a rough highschool experience. Veronica says I’m over compensating.” With a shy smile the dark haired boy shrugged his shoulders and peered at Betty through his lashes.
Betty’s eyes hold nothing but understanding as she straightens out her white Tshirt, her hands shaky as she fidgets.
“I know all about rough pasts.” She whispered her soft voice being carried away by the night breeze, Jughead watched as Betty’s shoulders shivered, he quickly shed his denim jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
“Oh no! You’ll be cold.” Her fingers clench he rough fabric as she looks at him worriedly.
With a wave of his hand Jughead changes the subject, she seems stubborn and he is not about to have her freeze to death, not to mention.. she looks cute as hell in his oversized jacket.
“So, tell me Betty Cooper, who are you? Oil Covered Mechanic or Ridiculously perfect Girl Next door?” His tone is teasing but by the look in the girl in questions eyes he knows he most definitely fucked up.
Betty’s eyes harden
“Don’t call me that. I hate that word.”
Jughead shifts back
“I’m sorry.. I…”
“No, no. I’m sorry. It’s just.. it’s really nothing. Im just ya know, not a fan of that word. But to answer your question I’m both. I love being a mechanic, when I’m under the hood of a car or… fixing up some Harley I can be.. free. I can get dirty and bury myself elbow deep in nuts and bolts. But.. when I’m not at work this is who I am, I can’t help it. I was.. conditioned to be like this.. to be… perfect.” She winced visibly at the word. “I had a boyfriend, he umm, wasn’t the nicest. He sort of built me to be this way. I’m working on it but I still get nauseous when I see a stain on my jeans.”
His fists are digging into the cold metal of his pickup truck and he’s biting his tongue so hard he can taste the copper flavored blood. How could anyone hurt this incredible woman? Who would ask her to change who she is?
After a few moments Jughead swallows thickly
“Well, for the record. I like both of you.”
The rose petal pink blush that spreads across Betty’s face is the most satisfying thing in the world and he reaches out to touch her cheeks, she stiffens under his touch but he doesn’t pull away, he needs her to know she’s safe, needs her to know that he would never hurt her.
The overwhelming surge of protectiveness Jughead feels for this girl sends a shock through his system but he finds he doesn’t hate it. It feels good to care about someone.
“Do you mind me asking who this prick was?” He whispers low, treading carefully.
Betty’s eyes flutter open, pain evident in the meadow green irises.
“He went to the school over, his name was Jason. Jason Blossom.”
Jughead drops his hand in shock and Betty’s eyes widen in alarm.
“Did I say something? Is everything okay?”
The fear is rising steadily in her chest as she clutches Jugheads denim jacket.
An almost wild smile appears on the young Serpents face
“No, but you’ve just given me the perfect excuse to beat the shit out of my very favorite highschool bully, he’s been on the Serpents radar for quite some time. I’ve let it slide but not anymore. I’m taking him down.”
Betty quirks an eyebrow sassily
“You think the Serpents are gonna be okay with you going incognito?”
Jughead snorts, draping an arm over Betty’s shoulder and pulling her down so they were both laying on their backs, she squeaks but snuggles a bit closer to Jughead
“This doesn’t mean I’m going to go out with you ya know?” Betty smiles lazily as Jughead beams down at her
“Oh you will Betty Cooper, mark my words. I’m gonna make you mine one way or another”
She smacks his arm playfully as the sounds of 1950s doo wop plays on the screen in front of them.
Hyungsik calmly walked into the Hawaiian nature where sun, wind, fog, and
sudden showers changed one another in unparalleled fashion like special
effects. A full-fledged 26-year-old actor, who is slowly discovering the taste
of acting, without a touch of fear or hesitation explored the unfamiliar world.
The diverse Park Hyungsik’s prism that radiates between an innocent boyish face
and a wild manly appearance. —-By Editor Kim Areum