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-Admin Lolo


Yoongi groaned from above you as you tried to wiggle out of his grip, “Don’t leave me…”

“Yoongi~” You whined, feeling your lungs slowly being crushed, “I can’t breath, just scoot over a bit?”

Murmuring under his breath, he tipped over and trapped you inside his arms. “Jagiya,” His raspy voice said in your ear, “never leave me.”

“I would never dream of it,” You pecked his cheek softly, “you’re all I’ll ever need and more.”

He hummed as he closed his eyes, bringing you closer to his chest. In the darkness and silence of the room you two shared, the sound of Yoongi’s low humming of your favorite song filled the boring space. “Perfect, beautiful, adorable…” He trailed off, “Does it hurt to be as perfect as you are?”

You giggled and looked at him in the eyes, the long tour for the latest album really wore him out; he wasn’t being himself for the time he’s been home. “Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”

“It’s the truth, not what I can come up with.” His droopy eyes looked back at you, the sides of his mouth tugging upwards into a smile, “(Y/N), you haven’t ate dinner yet.”

“I know, I know.” You roll your eyes, turning your back towards him now.

He chuckled, “Yah, you’re not getting away that easily.” His hands pulled you back by your hips, sending your bum against his groin in a spooning position. “I haven’t seen you in months and this is how you treat me, baby?” He asks in your ear, “Huh?” He bit your ear lightly, “Huh?” He tickled your abdomen.

“Yoongi-ah!” You kicked your feet, ruining your perfectly fixed bed. “S-Stop!” You yelled, feeling the tips of his fingers graze your stomach lightly.

He wrapped his arms around you, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You turned to face him, grabbing his face in your hands and kissing him upon his lips passionately. When you finally broke away you stared into each other’s eyes, “I’m gonna go make dinner, okay?”

He nodded and smiled his beautiful cave smile international fans came to know and love, but most importantly you. “Fine, only because you haven’t ate.” He poked your nose lightly, “I’m not hungry, I ate on the way here.”

You nodded and tossed your legs over the edge of the bed as you sat up. You raised your arms high, stretching and yawning until you yelped as you felt Yoongi wrap his arms around your body. “Yoongi~”

“Ugh,” He groaned, “fine.” There was a soft thud on the mattress when he had thrown himself backwards.

“I’ll be back soon, I’ll just make something simple.” You promised as him as you stood up and began walking to the kitchen. Your eyes wandered around the room: Yoongi had surprised you when he came home and had thrown his suitcase and bags on the ground when he ran in to engulf you in a suffocating hug. Smiling, you looked through his bags at the little knickknacks he had collected from several different countries but stuffed them back in as you saw a beautiful little statue of a classical Japanese woman. Switching to his suitcase, you noticed he washed all his clothes before coming back home. You slipped on one of his t-shirts you had seen him wear constantly in photos of him at the airport; plain and white. You couldn’t help but giggle when you felt the cold air hit your bare chest as you lifted your tank top off and put the shirt on. You continued to rummage through his belongings and settled on a hat he had worn with this shirt before. You closed the black suitcase back up and skipped happily over to the kitchen area finally.

You began to boil some water for instant noodles when you heard the shuffling sounds of feet on the floor behind you, “Jagi, who gave you permission to put my clothes on?”

“I took it upon myself.” You shrugged.

“At least turn around so I can get the full view.” He sassily commented. Once you turned on your heels he smiled widely, “That’s my girl.” He chuckled as he walked over to you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” You asked as he peppered kisses on your neck.

“I missed you.” He said into the crook of your neck, “I love you too much to stay away from you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Yoongi.” You smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and swayed side to side.

-Admin Lolo


Your best friend Min Yoongi has known you since first grade. The way you got aquatinted was when he had spilled water paint on your dress and apologized profusely. After that you just spoke casually—including playing house together: him being the father and you being the mother. He was your first kiss, actually giving you a kiss when a fake one was planned. Although you were young, you still considered it as your first kiss. From your first year on, you were partners in crime, never leaving each other’s side even for just a moment. Now you’re in your second year of high school, not a bit has changed.

“Yoongi-ah~” you called him, lifting up your project, “Does this look creative enough?”

“It looks good to me.” He nodded.

“Thank you.” You smiled, leaving it out for the glue to dry. “So, are you doing anything after school?” You asked Yoongi.

“No, why?” He blew on a wooden popsicle stick to back the glue he applied tacky.

“I was wondering if you could come over.” You felt a little sense of risk when you asked, it made your heart skip a beat; you always got nervous when you were alone with Yoongi.

“U-Uh,” he stuttered, “yeah, I can.”

“Good,” you smiled, “my parents are out of town and you’re the only person I can have over.”

“Oh, I thought you just wanted to hang out…”

“I do, but it’s by choice—not because I’m lonely; I enjoy your company.”

There was a light pink brushed upon his cheeks and soon enough you felt your cheeks burning lightly, “Thanks.” he laughed, “Movies, video games, and pizza?”

“Only if there’s junk food.”

“Of course.” He nodded, “It wouldn’t be a sleep over without it.”

“I’ll meet you at the school gates?” You asked, noticing only a few minutes of class left.

He set his project to the side for Monday and gathered his things, “I need to get some clothes before I head over there, I’ll pick up the food on my way there too; just head home.”

“Okay,” You pulled your backpack on and opened your arms, “Bye, Yoongi.”

He wrapped his arms around you tightly and you both stood there for about a minute just holding each other closely, “Bye, (Y/N).” He mumbled in your hair.

As you began walking out a girl you casually talked to came behind you, “You and Yoongi are finally an item?!” She squealed, “You guys are so cute together!”

Before you could clear things up she ran over to her group of friends to gossip. Although Yoongi was a sweetheart with you, he was the most popular kid in your grade; ever since sixth grade, actually. Everyone questioned him why he would ever hang out with someone like you, not understanding the fact you two had known each other practically your whole lives and there was nothing in the world that could break you two apart. He’d smile and change the subject, knowing they would tell him to ignore you. You were the quiet and reserved person, the one that no one paid attention to and barely knew unless they asked Yoongi who you were but quickly forgot afterwards. You walked to your next class thinking about what that girl could have been telling her friends and how fast it would spread that Yoongi was your boyfriend.


Before Yoongi had gotten to your house you showered and got comfortable on the couch. There was a knock at your door; it was Yoongi. When you opened the door he was smiling his beautiful cave smile he was know for as he held something behind his back, “(Y/N)~” he sang, “I got you something.”

“What is it Yoongi?”

“Well, have you seen social media lately?” He asked as you went back to the couch and he closed the door.


“Check then, it’d be a lot better if you knew about what happening before hand.”

Yoongi’s attitude was extremely ecstatic, he was never this happy and confident before; it was adorable and a bit sexy. You grabbed your phone and began to scroll through the social media source most popular in your school: everywhere there was posts about you and Yoongi going out and how ‘cute’ you two were. “Oh…” You felt you cheeks burning up.

“So, I gotta ask…” He started, “Do you like me? Because I sure like you—for years, (Y/N).” He confessed, he sounded as if it was a weight lifted from his chest. “I really do,” he laughed, “I never thought I’d build up enough confidence to tell you, but now since this rumor is going around…” he knelt down on one knee in front of you, “(Y/N), why don’t we make the rumor true?” He pulled out a bouquet of roses from behind his back and held them out to you. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You felt the heat travel to your entire face rather than it just being focused on your cheeks now. “Y-Yes.”

“Really?” He stood up, “Thank you so much.” He held you tightly in an embrace, “It means the world to me that I finally get to be with you the way I’ve been thinking about you for so long.”

“I’ve liked you for a while too, Yoongi.”

He smiled and cupped your cheeks as he leaned in to give you a soft and sweet kiss upon your lips. It was like sugar, so sweet and so nice. He was now yours and you were now his: the most popular couple in school with a long history behind you two. Yoongi cuddled you the whole night and fell asleep spooning you as you watched a movie after you ate. There’s nothing like the warmth of the person you care for the most as you sleep; Yoongi was your cute teddy bear—a big, popular, and wise teddy bear that’s just perfect for you.

-Admin Lolo


“Let me go!” You yelled at your ex. It was practically useless, the school was already empty except for some teachers.

“Give me a second chance and I’ll let you go.” He gave you an ultimatum, “(Y/N), give me a second chance.” He demanded in a stern voice, having a tighter grip on your wrist.

“Get off!” You screamed, frantically pulling.

“Not until you give me another chance.” He repeated, grabbing your other wrist.

“Stop, you’re hurting me!” You cried, falling on to the floor as he walked towards you. The pain was targeted on your back, the weight he applied on top of you to hold you down was no help. “Help!”

Just when you were about to lose hope, a door swung open from the hall around the corner and someone came running your way. “Get off of her!” The man yelled, charging over to you two and grabbing your ex boyfriend from the back of his shirt and throwing him off you. “You think it’s okay to force a girl like this?” He growled, “Pick on someone your own size—and as if she’d want you back, it’s no wonder why she left you.”

“Mr. Min—”

“Get the fuck out of my sight before I beat you senseless.” He pointed towards the doors, “Go.”

“I don’t think you wanna pick a fight with me.” He pushed the blonde teacher’s shoulders roughly, “Even if you do, guess who’ll be at fault? You; they’ll never believe a grown adult over a student.” Standing up closer in his face, he was challenging him with bumps to the chest with his own.

“Yeah? Well,” Mr. Min laughed, “no one has to find out, do they? Go home embarrassed and bruised, I’ll be here untouched; it’s not like you can do anything.”

This angered him, his face got harder, his fists clenched, “What’s a loser music like you got up his sleeve? You play piano for a living, teaching high schoolers shit they don’t need in life—music is a waste of time, just like you.” He almost let Mr. Min speak but laughed and looked towards you still on the floor watching everything, “Just like its her job to shut her mouth; she’s a woman, she had no say. (Y/N) was mine before so she’s mine now—I own her.”

Mr. Min punched your ex boyfriend in the face, sending him back into the lockers. Grabbing his shirt collar in his fists he brought him to his face, “A woman brought you into this world, women are life—respect them. (Y/N) sure as hell is not yours, nor will she ever be; she’s a beautiful girl who doesn’t need assholes like you in her life. Leave this school right now, don’t pass my class and don’t you ever walk in there ever again.” He growled an inch away from his face, “Do you understand?” Your ex gulped and nodded silently as Mr. Min pulled him closer until their noses were touching, “Leave!” He threw him against the lockers once more. He fell onto the floor but ran out of the building as he stumbled lightly. Mr. Min sighed, he hung his head low and looked at the ground. Once he had regained his posture, he smoothed out his dress shirt and slowly walked towards you. “(Y/N)?” He held his hand out to you to grab, you accepted it and he pulled you up. “We have a bit to discuss.”

“Yes sir.” You nodded, keeping your head pointing towards your feet.

“You’re not in trouble, (Y/N)-ah.”

He caught you off guard, he never favored students, he never called anyone in that manner. He was strict, only cracking a few jokes every month or so and barely speaking when he didn’t have to. His cold exterior seemed to shatter when he called you beautiful, he seemed almost as if he had failed at something. “I’m not?” You looked up at him, feeling so small and fragile as ever.

“No.” She shook his head as he opened held the door open for you to walk into the music classroom. You entered and crossed your arms, feeling quiet embarrassed after what had happened out there. Mr. Min closed the door behind him awkwardly and looked down, taking a deep breath to gain courage, “(Y/N), this is a very difficult thing to say; I’m not good with words. It doesn’t help that these things aren’t supposed to happen, it just helps that you’re of age. Nonetheless, no one can find out about this.” He looked through his long blonde hair, his dark eyes sparkled in the lighting but were filled with guilt.

He was an extremely handsome man, many thought so but thought he was weird for not speaking. There were rumors spread around that he had a traumatic experience that wouldn’t allow him to talk, some girls have said that he touched them inappropriately; that he was a child molester. In all honesty, those girls used these kinds of stories on every male teacher—telling everyone horror stories about how they couldn’t keep their hands off of them to build popularity and to make people feel sympathy towards them. You felt disgruntled, Mr. Min was a nice man and fell victim to another one of those sob fictional stories—and it stuck. For about a week or two straight there were notes on his desk and daring students calling him harsh names, it even got to the point where the principal had to take him out of class for a couple of days. The stories were endless altogether, every teacher fell victim; only Mr. Min Yoongi had it worse. “What is it?”

“Can you sit down for me?” He motioned to one of the desks behind you. You nodded and slid into the seat of the closet one. “I..” He started but closed his mouth and his eyes. His thin fingers brushed into his hair as he paced around a small area. “You’re a very nice girl,” he started, “the nicest person I’ve actually had the pleasure of meeting in this school.” His hands were shaking, “I can’t find a way to say this.” He laughed in disbelief.

You watched as his hands were quickly stuffed into his pockets when he noticed you staring, “Just say it Mr. Min.”

“Okay,” He breathed, “I will.” He stood still, looking at you straight in the eyes, “I really like you, (Y/N). You’re beautiful; I’d protect anyone from that, but you’re special to me. You’re the only one who got close and wasn’t afraid of me after that whole fiasco. I really appreciate you as a student, and I’ve fallen in love with you.” He licked his lips quickly, “Please don’t think of me differently.”

You shook your head, “Of course not, I think you’re handsome and there’s no doubt in my mind you didn’t do all those things. Those girls make up rumors for credit, many other teachers have had that happen to them.”

“It’s so easily to believe people,” Mr. Min walked closer, “you knew I didn’t do it.” He smiled a beautiful cave smile you’d only seen a handful of times. “Everyone said it would just blow off, but I got it more than anyone else.”

“I know you did…” You motioned for him to come closer, to which he knelt down to you. You grabbed his cheek lightly and caressed it, “I’m happy it finally went away, that you could teach and live now. I’m happy you like me—”

“I believe love is the correct word.”

You smiled, “That you love me.”

“Why is that?” He hesitantly held the hand on his cheek.

“Because I really like you too, Mr. Min.”

“You do?” He was in awe, he held your hand but placed it on your thigh. “Would you like to go on a date? How does Saturday sound?”

“It sounds great.”

He looked at your eyes, immediately making the blood rush to your cheeks; the heat from your cheeks rose. “May I kiss you?”

You bit your lip and nodded, “Yes you may.”

Mr. Min cupped your cheek and brought you in slowly, you felt his lips brush against yours lightly. The heat from your breaths tickled each other, but the fixation you had in each other’s eyes was more apparent. Finally, the gap had been closed and your eyelids had closed: your lips gently pressed against each other in the most heavily way possible. When you pulled away after a few seconds, Mr. Min had looked at you once again, “Call me Yoongi—just Yoongi.”

“Call me (Y/N).” You mocked him.

“Already making fun of me?” He touched his chest lightly, “I’m hurt. Respect your elders, respect your oppa.”

“Yes sir.”

He smiled and laughed, “No more yes sirs, only in school. Just call me Yoongi, act like this is a normal date and relationship.” He informed you, “Okay, so now we just do what normal couples would do.”

“We aren’t normal?”

“We aren’t exactly the ideal relationship,” he grabbed your hand to stand up, “but I’ll love you and it regardless of the circumstances. As long as I have you I’ll be happy, (Y/N). I swear I won’t be anything like your ex; I’m mature, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, I know how you should be treated.” He promised.

“I trust you will, Yoongi.”

“Mhm.” He hummed, kissing the top of your head and wrapping his arms around you. “I’m happy you’re mine now.” He looked down, “Show me your aegyo.” He pinched your cheek, “You’re so cute I’d love to see it.”

“Nope.” You shook your head.

“That’s okay,” he chuckled, “you have natural aegyo.” Yoongi held you tightly against his chest, “I can’t wait for our date, (Y/N)—I really like you.”

“I can’t wait either, I really like you too Yoongi.” You hugged him back.

-Admin Lolo

You could feel it: the intense gaze of the other students at their desks as you stand before them, presenting your project about a book you were assigned to read. Your teacher—Mr. Kim—was a wonderful man, filled with passion and interesting lesson plans. He assigned books to everyone in class, each one reflecting the person’s personalities and their scholastic abilities. Mr. Kim has already told you beforehand when you two first met that he found you interesting and different than the rest of the students in your class. His class was the last period of the day, and you never failed to stay after on Friday’s to help clean up another week’s mess. You two began speaking, not only about education but about your personal lives. Mr. Kim was unmarried, had no children, and was fairly young for a senior literature teacher. Amongst the spectrum of conversations you two have spoken, you’d gotten to the topic of books and which kinds each of you liked: you enjoy realistic, poetic, mystery, and anything symbolic, whereas Mr. Kim enjoyed more mystery and suspenseful stories to keep him on his toes. With the exchange of information, it wouldn’t be a surprise Mr. Kim had especially picked a book out for you—not on the boring list of mandatory books that seniors had to read, but one he hand selected himself from the town’s library. It was beautiful, symbolic, and mature. Mature so much so that your face burned a bright red as your voice quivered along side the blush, adding to your embarrassment. “The main idea of the book is that even when life takes unexpected turns, you can always find the good in it. The main character finds her future lover,” you gulped harshly, “as she was trapped in an unfortunate marriage, leading her to spend extra time at work to make ends meet. Her assistant,” you slightly stuttered, “he had an interest in her sexually, but she noticed that it isn’t the sex she craves—it’s the attention.” You heard the giggles of your classmates down the halls as you switched your weight from leg to leg repeatedly, “They turned the situation around from extra work to find each other, then realized it wasn’t what they thought it was, and they fell in love without even noticing.”

“That was a perfect description, (Y/N).” Mr. Kim smiled, “Just as I suspected from you—you grasped the understanding of the true meaning of the story.” He put his hand in a fist, walking in front of you to shelter your embarrassment. “Who’s next?”

“I’ll go, I guess.” A boy stood from his seat hesitantly.

“Thank you for volunteering, it makes the process go by quicker.” Mr. Kim thanked the boy, putting his hand on your shoulder and whispering, “Great job, I loved the book when I read it and I can tell you did as well.”

“Thank you.” You bowed.

“No need to thank me, your work thanks me enough.” He lightly laughed. “Okay! Let’s get this one started!”

“Mr. Kim?” You stood from your desk.

“Ah, I have some papers for you to help me sort out today. I thought we could play some music just to have an upbeat time, it is Friday.” He excitedly said, grabbing the stack of papers from his desk.

“I wanted to talk about the book you selected for me,” You smoothed out the pleats of your skirt, “it was different than everyone else’s.”

“Of course it was,” He smiled kindly, “it’s perfect for you. I knew you were the only student in all of my classes mature enough to read that book, and besides,” he set the papers down on your desk instead, “you’re my favorite.”

“Why am I your favorite?” You innocently asked, holding your hands behind your back.

Mr. Kim swallowed the gathering saliva in his mouth from his nervousness, “I just,” he coughed, rearranging his desk frantically, “you help me a lot, that’s all. I just thought that you getting what you like the most would be a good reward for helping me so much when you don’t even have to. You’re different than any student I’ve ever had, and that’s a good thing. Whenever I see you, my day just brightens up because I know you have a great attitude and always do your homework; you never cause any problems and I never have to discipline you, you always are prepared and never talk back or disrespect me in any way. You appreciate me being a lenient teacher so it’s only fair if I appreciate you for being a cooperative student, (Y/N).”

There it is, the oh-so-familiar sensation of the apparent red markings on your cheeks. “Thank you.” You bowed, but when you looked up Mr. Kim was staring down at you oddly.

“(Y/N),” he began, “may I confess something?” Caught off guard, you merely nod in agreement. “For quite some time now,” he sat in the desk next to yours, clearing his throat, “I haven’t been able to get my mind off of you.”

“W-What do you mean, Mr. Kim?” Your facial expression softened from the furrowed browed confusion.

“You’re a very beautiful young woman, an intelligent girl, a kind and selfless one at that as well. You’re a perfect student,” he looked down in shame, “and I can’t live with the fact that I even think about one of my students this way…” He cupped his hands over his face in despair, “You’re too sweet, too cute, too funny—too perfect, (Y/N). I’ve never met anyone quite like you, and I know after getting to know you that I can’t let you go. I’ve dated and met women my age, but none of them catch my interest nearly as much as you do. They all have a catch: smart but cocky, beautiful but stuck up, and a kind heart but have no idea what I talk about when I mention my work. You are all of that with only one consequence: you’re my student.” It seemed as if Mr. Kim was close to crying with the way his voice lightly cracked and his eyes began drooping.

“Mr. Kim…” You reluctantly take a step forward with your hand out to him, “there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m a young woman but you’re also not that old, not to mention I am an adult. Sure, you’re my teacher but it doesn’t mean you can’t see me like that, it’s only normal.”

He looked up, eyes red from the tears forming. “You think it’s okay? You’re not going to tell anyone of your friends or the principal?”

“Of course not, why would I?”

“Harassment.” He simply said, “Lots of teachers like their students and not in as nice of a way as I like you, they go on to tell authorities are they have them arrested and or fired.”

“I’d never do that to you,” You shook your head, “I may not know how it is for you, but I do know that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me so there’s no point.”

“Thank you.” He ran his fingers through his hair gently, “I’m sorry, I just had to get it off my chest.”

“It’s okay, Mr. Kim.” You nod, “I may not feel the same way as you do, but I understand and I’m flattered.” You lightly blush.

Mr. Kim stood quiet, looked down at the floor with furrowed brows and finally looked up to you. “Then I’ll make it my best effort to make you feel the same, I can’t let you go.”

“Isn’t that against the rules?”

“Not if they don’t find out,” He stood up, placing his hand gently and hesitantly on your warm cheek, “Will you take the risk?”

You stared up at his chocolate eyes, feeling every bit of the word he meant in all sincerity, “Yes.”

A smile spread across his face, the brightest you’ve ever seen him smile before, “Thank you, thank you,” he laughed happily, “it really means so much.”

“I’m glad it does, Mr. Kim.”

“Please,” he lowered his wide smile into a kinder and smaller one, “call me Jin.”

You returned his smile, “I’m glad it does, Jin.”

A few months later.

“Omo!” You laughed at Jin’s face, “You look like a cute little boy, oppa.”

He laughed, kissing the top of your head lightly, “Ah, and you look like a little girl jagiya.”

You spread your arms out too their full expansion, “I want a hug.”

“Sure thing, my love.” He ruffled your hair, engulfing you in a hug. “You’re so beautiful,” he complemented you, “as beautiful as the first day I saw you.”

“Thank you~” You giggled, kissing his cheek. Ever since that day Jin confessed to you, it’s been flowers and dinners and even lunch together in his classroom. He never wanted to spend a waking moment away from you, and you still kept your relationship a secret in fear of what others would think and the fact it’s forbidden in school. Jin would be fired and you would be expelled or be forced to be a victim—no matter what you say, it’s still going to be Jin’s fault. “Oppa~” you lightly call him.


“Do you think we’ll get married?” You bluntly asked, “I am an adult and you’re looking for a wife, isn’t that how it should be?”

“We can’t, jagi.” He sighed.

“Well, why not? It’s not like it’s illegal. After I graduate we’ll be free to—”

“The school will still find out, people here will find out and rumors will be spread. It’s not that I don’t want to get married, it’s just that it would cause so many problems so soon.” He frowned, “Once you move in my house and we get everything settled and not mention I’m your teacher or you’re my student to our families,” he smiled, holding your hands loosely, “we can get married.”

“I can’t wait,” you stared into his eyes just as you had before, “it’s going to be so beautiful…”

“I can’t wait to see you in a wedding dress, pregnant, playing with our children…”

“I can’t wait to be together and not have to hide it,” you grab his face, pressing your lips upon his gently. Jin wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you tightly against his chest as he deepened the kiss with more passion.

There was a slight creak then a gasp. Jin quickly spun around, staring at the door in obvious fear: his face was paler, almost as if he’d seen a ghost, “(Student’s/Name)!” Jin yelled, covering his mouth to wipe your strawberry scented lip tint off of his mouth.

“I-I’m sorry!” She apologized.

“(S/N), please don’t tell anyone—”

“I’m not sure about that, Mr. Kim.” She said as she walked out slightly horrified and embarrassed.

Jin almost ran after her, but you had held his broad shoulder to prevent him from doing so. He massaged his temples roughly, turning around and holding you tightly. “What if she tells the principal?” He mumbles into your shirt, “I’ll be fired, you’d be judged and made fun of, and worst of all we can’t see or be with each other.” He rested his head upon your chest, “Do you think she will?”

“I don’t know…” You stare off to where she was just standing, brushing his hair softly as you felt the wetness on your arm and the quiet sniffles of your Jin.