and by go i actually mean sit right here

Paper Hearts (Part 15)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 4.1k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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anonymous asked:

Don't you love it how Isak and Even are living together and yet in that Sana's Eid celebration, they were still together like all the time almost ?! I only wonder how clingy and inseparable they are whenever they're in the public!

Oh yes, anon! Isak and Even are that annoying couple in the group of friends, that’s SO CANON?? Even in such mundane situations they’re so grossly inseparable, like come on:

• don’t tell me that whenever in those rare occasions that Isak and Even agree to go to the parties with the boys (mostly to just have fun together and holler at Mahdi to go get some™ when a girl makes eyes at him) and Jonas goes to the kitchen to steal some snacks and comes back and sees Isak and Even cramped together on the sofa, Even’s knees nudging Isak’s as if he’s inviting him to sit on his lap and by the looks of it, he’ll soon be right in the place (and that’s not even the embarrassing part). What’s embarrassing is that he actually hears Even say do you come here often in a sultry tone to which Isak lets out a giggle and slaps Even on the chest and yeah, ok, Jonas’ is kind of embarrassed by them. And when I say kind of? I mean a lot.

• or when they’re in McDonald’s with the boys and they go to order their meals and Isak comes back and sees that Even is sitting near a wall and on the other side it’s…Magnus?! You can bet Isak is kicking Magnus out of his seat to sit next to his boyfriend (wtf Magnus he’s my boyfriend what the hell) but soon Even kisses that frowny expression and Isak is fine again so problem averted, they’re fine. Boys, however, are not, as they witness how Even puts a long ass fry into his mouth and wiggles his eyebrows for Isak to get the hint and eat from the other side. Isak rolls his eyes while Even quickly pulls it out of his mouth and happily exclaims The Lady and The Tramp, Isak, come on! and Isak is sighing and giving in more eagerly than he would dare to admit. The boys are just… they gave up okay? They can’t pretend they don’t know them, sadly. It’s too late for that.)

• also when they all go to a cabin together and Isak and Even fall asleep on a couch and in the morning Isak complains about his back and how uncomfortable and sore he feels and Jonas is like you know you could have slept on the other couch right? and both of the boys just snap their heads to him at the same time and Jonas is not so sure that he didn’t sprout a second head with the way they’re looking at him. Even pulls his boyfriend more insistently onto his chest as if he’s proving a point because really Jonas? you think we know how to sleep separately? the fuck…? Once again, Jonas is very embarrassed for his friends.

Your Biggest Fan (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You have loved Jungkook since before you even met him, obsessing over BTS and writing the smuttiest fics about him. But once you two start dating you try your hardest to prevent him from finding out. You’re successful for the first few years, until one night….

Word Count: 6,595

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut (who am I kidding this is definitely smut)

Content: masturbation mention, oral sex, Jungkook attempts to be a dom but isn’t very good at it, a little bit of bondage, Jungkook letting you call him Oppa, attempts at dirty talk, Jungkook being the squishy bun that he is

Sneak Peak: 

You sit down next to him, mortified, as you watch him reading in silence. “Are… are you actually into this kind of thing..?”

“I.. uh.. I—” you stutter, not knowing how to answer his question. “I mean I guess..?”

“It just seems so rough, so vulgar… Does— doesn’t that hurt?” He asks, pointing to a particularly rough portion of your fic.

“Nothing could be as painful as this right now.”

Originally posted by mayfifolle

My first BTS fic omg and my first smut. This is for @qweentae who made this imagine and I just had to write a fic about it 😂😂😂. THIS IS A JOKE I DONT BELIEVE THAT OPPA KINK IS AN ACTUAL THING. Anyway, here we go~

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 10/?)

AAAAAND here it is long lost part 10!

I know it’s been ages and I know it’s not as good as I promised it to be and grammar probably is awful and smut part is terrible but hey at least it’s long lol

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3     PART 4    PART 5     PART 6     PART 7       PART 8    PART 9

“Can you do it for me?”, me and all of my friends were sitting at the cafeteria when I basically threw my Spanish book in front of Montgomery.

“What is it?”

“My Spanish homework and it’s fucking stupid”, I said taking a bite of my lunch.

“Give me that”, he sighed and took my pen.

What I’ve been struggling with for last fifteen minutes for Monty what easy peasy and took him like five.

“Thank you”, I smiled.

“You’re welcome”, he smiled back.

“Ookaaaay”, Justin said. “What is going on between you two?”, he asked pointing at me and Montgomery.

“What?”, he chuckled.

“Your weird smile for each other, mumbles under the breaths that only you two understand, looks you to give each other… What is it about?”

“Okay…”, I took a deep breath. I was prepared for it for a very long time. “We’re fuck buddies”, I said looking Justin straight in the eyes.

Jessica snorted, Monty started coughing, everyone else were looking at me and Justin.

“You and Montgomery? About him I’d believe that. But you? School’s sweetheart? Yeah, right”, Justin chuckled and nodded his head.

“If you don’t want to get stupid answers, don’t ask stupid questions. There is nothing between me and Monty other than those fucking chemistry projects”, I said and looked down at my book to read whatever Montgomery wrote.


“Okay, I have an idea”, he said when we were leaving chemistry. “I’ve been thinking about that for whole class.”

“Instead of taking notes”, I interrupted. “What’s the idea?”

“Idea how to get rid of suspicious Justin.”

I looked at him waiting for him to continue.

“One of us has to go on a date with someone”, he said clearly proud of himself. “It can be me, I can do it.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure I can go on a date too.”

“And I’m pretty sure it takes a while before someone grow balls to ask you out”.

“Excuse me?”, I stopped in place. “I can be nice or friendly or whatever… And I can go on a date”, I said and walked past him.

The opportunity of a date showed up sooner than I thought. Next day I was walking down the hall, looking at my phone and, of course, I walked into someone. Causing our books to fall on the ground.

“Shit, I’m sorry”, I said and looked up to see who I actually bumped into. “Hi, Marcus”, I smiled at him and I reached down to grab my books.

“Hi, Y/N”, he helped me picking up my things. “So, umm, how is it going?”

“Good, thanks”, I smiled when he handed me my books. “And how are you?”

“You know”, he sighed. “Trying to keep up with this C average or above bullshit.”

“Right”, I nodded my head. “Speaking of that, I have Math, so I have to go. See you around”, I waved at him and went towards class.

“Hey, listen”, he ran up to me. “So, umm… Would you like to go to Monet’s or Rosie’s sometime? Or Cresmont I don’t know?”

I stood there a little shocked.

“Were you talking to Monty?”, I asked. Now Marcus was shocked and confused. “Look, sorry, he just told me this week on chemistry I was undateable, whatever”, I shrugged off.

“Wow, he’s stupid”, he laughed a little.

“But yeah, I would like to go to Monet’s. Or Rosie’s. Or Cresmont.”

“Sooo… Let’s say Rosie’s tomorrow at 7?”

“Perfect”, I smiled.

“Good, see ya”.

I went to the Math thinking about this whole situation. It was kinda weird but dates were unusual for me in general ans suddenly after months and months of nothing Marcus asked me out right after I tried to convince Monty (and me) that I can actually get asked for a date.

Whatever, I’m not marrying him, I’m going for a free shake, I thought to myself.

“So you’re going out with Marcus?”, next day I jumped when I heard Monty talking to me because he showed up from nowhere.

“Jeez, you scared me. He already told all the jocks?”, I asked looking for a book in my locker.

“No, his friend did. So you are going out with him?”

“What are you, jealous?”, I shut locker’s door.

“You wish. I mean… Marcus?”

“Well, he’s kinda dumb and thinks world spins around him, but…” I shrugged. “I don’t even have to listen to him if it turn out he’s dumber than I think.”

“Wow, you set your standards high”, he said with sarcasm in his voice.

“Look who’s talking”, I literally looked at him. “You think girls don’t talk? Really Monty, freshman that just got in to cheerleaders team? Could you even try any less?”

“Big boobs”, he said shortly.

“Wow, you set your standards high”, I mimic his voice.

“Whatever”, Monty rolled his eyes. “Where are you and Marcus going?”

“Oh, you want me to tell you so you can show up there with your Ms big boobs? No way”, I shook my head.

“You’re afraid I’m gonna have better time?”

“You’re ridiculous. Good talk, Monty”, I patted his chest and walked into class.


I came to Rosie’s fashionable five minutes late. Marcus however was more fashionable than me - he arrived twenty five minutes late.

“Wow, you’re a classy date”, I said crossing my arms when he sat in front of me.

“I’m so sorry something stopped me”, he said. “But I’m so glad you didn’t just leave”, he gave me a little smile. “So chocolate-walnut shake? It’s the best, I swear.”

“I’m allergic to nuts. Strawberry will be okay.”

Marcus ordered our shakes, I took a deep breath. Just be nice, I told myself. Maybe he really got stopped by something important, you still can have a nice talk. Maybe it could still be nice if bunch of the jocks didn’t come in before we even got our drinks. Bryce, Troy, Zach and few others.

“Really, Dempsey?”, I mouthed at Zach. “Seriously? They came to keep an eye on your date?”, I asked Marcus.

“I swear I didn’t know they are coming. But I mean, it’s Rosie’s, everyone sits here all the time.”

“Yeah, you probably right, sorry”, I sighed.

The conversation with Marcus was off, felt pushed most of the times. Every few minutes there was either awkward silence or me having logorrhea in order to avoid that silence. He tried to do some little, subtle moves but I was so done that I successfully ignored them.
After two long hours I decided it’s time to go home. I told Marcus I had bus, he didn’t offer to walk me home and I was actually relieved, because I really didn’t know what else I could talk about. He walked off with his army od assholes I sat on the bus stop. Suddenly red Mustang stopped by.

“Hi, Tony”, I smiled when he opened window.

“Why are you here at this time alone?”, he asked.

“Ugh.. You know…”, I shrugged.

“Date went bad?”

“Something like that”, I nodded.

“Come in, I’ll drive you home”, Tony leaned and open passenger’s door for me.

“It’s okay, I don’t wanna be a problem, I have bus in like… Twenty minutes.”

“In twenty minutes you’ll be home, come in”, he insisted.

“Okay”, I agreed and got inside.

“So Marcus wasn’t the perfect date?”, Tony asked while driving.

“How do you…”

“It’s Liberty, please”, he rolled his eyes.

“Right”, I nodded. “Good thing I wasn’t really into it in the first place, so whatever”.

“Why did you go then?”

I thought about seriously for a second and decided to be honest not only with Tony but also with myself.

“I guess… I wanted to piss someone off… Or something”, I shrugged.

That was the truth. I wanted to make Monty jealous. It was stupid and naive because feelings were needed to cause jealousy and Montgomery had no feelings towards me.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just talk to that person instead of that?”

“Nooo”, I shook my head. “Not with… Not with him.”

“Communication is the key, you’ll remember my words”, Tony said and stopped his car in front of my house.

“Thank you”, I smiled. “For the drive and wisdom of the day even though I’m probably not gonna use it.”

“I’m aware of that”, he nodded.

“Bye, Tony”, I said and left his car.

He waited until I got inside and drove away.
I talked to my parents, went to my room to leave my bag and took pyjamas and went to the bathroom. I came back from the shower and saw one new message and missed call from Zach.

Zach: U got home safe?

Y/N: Wow, now you care

Zach: ??? I separated from guys, went to my car and drove to the bus stop but you weren’t there

Y/N: well, Tony Padilla was faster and drove me home

Y/N: and after today you’re definitely my fav out of all my friends.

Me and Zach were never super close as friends but until today if I thought about it I’d say me and him were closer than him and Marcus.

Next day I met Monty at the parking, we arrived at the same time.

“How was your date?”, he asked.

“Very good. Marcus is actually super nice and funny”, I lied. “How was yours?”

“Good, we were at Cresmont”, he said looking down at the ground. “So are you going out with him again?”

“Maybe… Probably yes”, I will definitely go to hell for all those lies but seeing Monty’s jaw clenching was definitely worth it.

We separated when we walked inside. Montgomery went to talk to jocks, I went to my locker.

“Hi”, Marcus stood next to me, it took a lot of inner strength to not roll my eyes at him. But Monty’s was watching us, so I had to look as happy as I could.

“Hi”, I smiled.

“So, I know it’s probably too fast, cause we’ve been out just yesterday but today there is a party after game…”

“I don’t party on a week days”, I interrupted.

“I know”, he touched my arm. “But still I want to ask if maybe you’d like to go there… like with me. I’ll drive you home and everything.”

Every cell of my body wanted to tell “no”, but I quickly looked at Monty and saw his whole body clenched.

“I guess one party won’t kill me”, I said with a fake smile.

“Great. It starts right after game so I’ll just wait for you in my car after the game.”

“Okay, see ya”, I grabbed my things and went for PE.

I was walking behind the bleachers when I heard someone running towards me. I turned around and saw Monty.

“You really are going to party with Marcus?”, he asked angrily.

“Well, you clearly overheard everything, why are you asking?”

“This guy is an asshole!”

“So are you”, I crossed my arms at my chest. “And why do you even care? Why do you care, Montgomery?!”, I looked at him with my eyes wide open waiting for him to say something. Anything.

“ Because…”, he started looking everywhere but not at me. “Because you deserved better than him!”

“Right”, I slowly nodded my head looking down and bit my lower lip. “And I think that you’re afraid you’re gonna lose your regular banging”, I said and moved a little toward him.

He was looking me straight in the eyes, then grabbed my waist, pulled me closer and aggressively kissed my lips. He dominated this kiss like if he wanted to show who’s in charge. I moved away from him.

“I’m not you property”, I said and walked to PE.

I quickly changed and started warming up when Sheri stood next to me.

“I think you got something to tell me about”, he said, clearly pissed.

“Oh, yeah, I was at Rosie’s with Marcus, don’t ask”, I shook my head.

“I’m not talking about that”, she quickly looked around to check if someone can hear us. “I saw you and Monty behind the bleachers”, she said quietly.

I frozed for a moment. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out, I just didn’t know what to say. Sheri was my friend for so long and I was lying to her for months.

“PE is starting but then we’re skipping Peer Communication and going for a talk”, she said and all I could do was nodding my head.


“So?”, she asked when we sat behind the bleachers. “He kissed you, I saw it”

“Yes, I’m not gonna deny it. Okay, Sheri”, I took a deep breath. “You can’t tell anyone about that. Anyone. I mean it.”

“Okay, okay. I swear. I won’t even tell Jess.”

“Especially Jess! She would run straight to Justin and then everyone would know…”

“Okay, just start talking”, Sheri rushed me.

“Okay… I’ll just go straight to the point”, once again I took a deep breath. “Me and Monty have this kinda friends with benefits thing”, I said quickly.

She looked at me for a moment.

“You… Monty… what?”

“Please, don’t make me say that out loud again”, I rolled my eyes.

“I won’t… I’m just… Processing…”, she mumbled. “How did it started?”

“Kind of at that pool party at Bryce’s, kind of at Jessica’s party… I mean, he started at hot tub, I teased him, then he teased me, then we hooked up and then we hooked up again and just”, I shrugged.

“I shocked. I mean I’d never thought you’d ever be into hooking up. Especially with Monty”, she looked at me with eyes wide open. “I thought you almost hate him.”

“I don’t hate him. I just didn’t want people to connect me with him.”

“Past tense?”, she asked with a smirk.

“Not the point, Sheri”, I sighed.

We spent whole period hidden behind bleachers, I told her everything, maybe beside the fact that I probably started having some feelings towards him, but I wasn’t ready to admit that to myself not to mention admitting to someone else.

I spend the rest of the day avoiding Montgomery, Marcus and Zach who suddenly felt like he needed to talk to me, but he caught me warming up before opening basketball game.

“Y/N, listen”, he started.

“You have a game in ten minutes, warm up”, I said.

“About yesterday…”

“You are his friend, you went to check how thing were going, fine”, I shrugged.

“You’re my friend too.”

“Then you’re closer with him than with me, it’s fine”, I said and did double handspring to got away from him and also because I knew Montgomery was watching and he was a sucker for this.


Me and Marcus got to the party, he brought me a beer, paid a lot of attention to me, at least for first 45 minutes. After that time he was mostly focused on putting his hand somewhere on me - my shoulder, my back, my knee even though everytime I was gently moving his hand away.
I spotted Montgomery with his hands and jaw clenched while Zach was whispering something to him and then stopped him from going somewhere.
As party for going Marcus and I were sitting on the couch and he was becoming more and more annoying.

“Marcus, can you stop?”, I asked when I smacked his hand of my knee again.

“Come on, why don’t we have some fun?”, he said, his hand went on my thigh and his head got closer to my neck.

“Marcus, stop”, I said through my clenched teeth, I didn’t really want to make a scene.

Suddenly Montgomery showed up in front of us. He pushed Marcus, took my hand and pulled me up from the couch.

“What the hell, man?”

“Sorry Marcus, you’re not winning your bet”, he said and left the room making me go with him as he was still holding my hand.

“Bet? What bet?”, I asked.

“He had a bet that he’ll have sex with you”, Monty said with rage in his voice. “I should’ve come back there and beat the shit out of him.”

“No, you shouldn’t. Did you know about that? The bet?”

“Jeez, of course I didn’t. I got to know at the party. Get in the car”, he opened door for me.

“Don’t talk to me like that”, I said.

“Please, just get in the fucking car”, he said looking me angrily into eyes.

I got inside and slammed the door.

“I’m grateful you took me away from him but  don’t you ever dare to talk to me like this”, I repeated when he got into the car and start driving.

“He was having his hands all over you and your biggest problem is the way I talk to you right now?!”

“You don’t own me, Montgomery”, I said looking him in the face but he was looking straight on the road, avoiding meeting my eyes. “Where are we going?”, I sighed. No response. “Monty, you’re scaring me”, I said quietly. Still no response. “Fine”, I chuckled and crossed my arms on my chest.

Few minutes later he stopped car in the area of old warehouses.

“What are we doing here?”, I asked.

“Marcus was the one who was trying to fuck you and I feel like you’re mad at me.”

“I am mad at you for treating me like I’m yours. I’m not”, I said not looking at him.

He put his fingers on my chin and turned my face towards him.

“I know you’re not. But I won’t let anyone treat you like a mattress”, he said with his face close to me.

“Right, I’m too busy being your mattress”, I said looking at his lips.

His lips crashed mine. Our tongues were fighting. I was so mad at him, but he affected me in way I didn’t know before and I just didn’t want him to stop. His hand started rubbing me through my jeans, a little moan escaped my mouth.

“I’m still mad at you”, I mumbled under my breath when his lip moved down my neck leaving wet kisses.

“Backseat”, he ordered.

I crawled to the back, took of my shirt before Monty got on top of me. I tangled me fingers into his hair when he kissed crook of my neck and unzipped my jeans.

“Fucking skinny jeans”, he mumbled when moved away from me trying to slide them down my legs.

I reached his belt and started undoing it when without a word of warning he slided two fingers into me.

“Oh fuck”, I moaned.

„You may be mad but you’re wetter than ever”, he said pumping in and out.

“Monty…”, I whispered palming him through his boxers, “I want you to fuck me.”

“As you wish”, he said and leaned to give me a deep kiss.

Second later I felt him thrusting in and out fast and hard. Montgomery pinned my hips down before I even lift them.

“Babe”, he growled in the crook of my neck.

His hand found mine and our fingers tangled together,

“You feel so good”, he groaned thrusting in me faster and faster.

“Fuck, Monty…”, I digged my nails in his shoulder.

“I know, baby, come on”, his hand went down and he started rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“Oh, God, don’t stop…”, I moaned under my heavy breath and then I lost it.

“Fuck”, he howled.

Car was full of our breathless moans, Monty rode out our high and rest his forehead on mine, I played with his hair for a moment.

“I should go home”, I said quietly.

“Can you drive or should I give you a ride home?”, he asked giving me my long lost shirt.

“I can drive, that one beer I drunk got sweated out well”, I patted his shoulder. “My car is at school so if you could… Shit”, I sighed as I was crawling back to the passenger’s seat.


“My bag is at Bryce’s.”

“So we’re going to Bryce and the to the school”, he said and give me kiss on a temple.

What the actual fuck, I thought.

I couldn’t even be mad at him for playing with my feelings because he didn’t know they were any. I was mad at myself and I hated the way this kiss felt. And I hated the way my heart skipped a bit when he rubbed my knee during drive.

That moment it was clear to me that I was falling for him, even though it was the most stupid thing any girl could do – fall for Montgomery de la Cruz and if there was anything I knew I could do about this it was one thing – stop whatever was going on between us.

Good Girl CH 4: Virgin

“Now tell us what the hell is going on.” Namjoon demands the minute Jin sits me down on the nice sectional couch.  He sits down in front of me on the glass coffee table. The living room is massive with floor to ceiling windows that look over a pool with the beach not far in the distance. I do my best not to gawk and focus on my very upset friends in front of me.

“There was that shoot out at the club; Jihyo and I got out threw the back window into the back alley where I saw Kitty oppa shoot some guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He saw me when he was going threw the dead guys wallet and picked me and said he wanted to take me home and here we are.” I explain as best as I can.

Jin sits down next to me, “But why are they this protective over you? I’ve never seen them like this.”

I shrug, “Jihyo and I were drinking last night so I got all weird and they seem to like it. How long have you known them? What are you guys doing here?”

Jin sighs, sitting back into the couch he looks to his youngers for help. Yoongi comes over and sits on the coffee table next to Namjoon, “The best way to explain it without telling you too much is that we work for them, and we have for a couple years. They helped us out when we were younger, helped us find each other and get our shit together. Now we don’t have that much time to talk about this so can we put those questions aside for another time?” From the concern on Yoongi’s normally passive face I nod, a new worry climbs up my spine from their seriousness.

“We need you to understand that you are not safe here,” Namjoon starts, “Even though these guys have helped us and we are forever indebted to them, you are our friend and we do not want to see anything bad happen to you.”

Despite my mind telling me not to I can’t help but ask, “What would they do to me?”

“Please don’t make us answer that,” Jin begs, grabbing a hold of my hand, “Just know it isn’t good.”

“Noona,” Jongkook sits down on my other side and takes my free hand. “Just use your magic to make them let you go, they seem to do anything you ask. They even let you touch them; they always react very badly to people doing that.”

“I can’t, I already told them I would stay if they let me talk to you,” I nibble on my lip as I think of what Kookie could mean by they react very badly.

“How long do you think you are going to be staying?” Hoseok asks.

I shrug, “I don’t know, I’m hoping Handsome and Deer oppa will convince the others to let me go home.”

“Handsome and Deer?” Jimin laughs.

“Like I said, I don’t know names.”

“Their names are Suho and Luhan,” Namjoon says.

“Maybe it’s better if she doesn’t know their names,” Taehyung pipes in, “It will make her seem like less of a threat.”

They all nod in agreement, Jimin starts giving me tips, “Don’t ask any questions either, I know you aren’t usually the curious type but I mean absolutely no questions. The less you know, the better.”

“Try not to be alone with anyone. Where did you sleep last night?” Jin asks.

“With Kitty.”

They all stare at me dumbstruck but Namjoon shakes off his shock first, “Xiumin hyung let you sleep next to him?”

“Is that really weird or something? I heard that they don’t take girls home often.”

They nod, “It’s incredibly rare for them to take anyone here, let alone without hurting them or killing them. Are you sure you’re okay? They can’t hear us,” Jin worrying is usually cute but right now it’s only unnerving me. I may not have an issue with dying but torture or rape isn’t something I want going on in between.

I shake my head, “They were really nice to me, they even left the room when I was changing, Kai is the only one who has actually tried anything with me but even then, the others scolded him for it.”

“Is that why you aren’t afraid of them?” Jimin asks.

“I wasn’t afraid of them because they didn’t set off my alarms.”

“Wasn’t?” Namjoon echoes, “You can’t be afraid of them because of what we told you, they are going to be pissed.”

“What do you except from me Joonie? You basically tell me they rape, torture and murder everyone who comes into this house and expect me to stay calm? You’re joking right?” I almost yell. “I was perfectly fine until you told me all this stuff. I know I should have been afraid of them, I have that much common sense, but they didn’t set off my alarms. Those are what I live my life by, they have never steered me wrong but now you guys have me questioning it. Why couldn’t you guys just leave it alone?”

“Please calm down,” Namjoon covers my mouth. “If you are afraid of them it will only make things worse for both of us, so please try and act normal.”

Our conversation is interrupted by a bear like voice shouting in the doorway, “Talking is done! Time to play!” The elf comes charging down the three steps into the living room, the big smile on his cute face drops when he sees the seven boys crowding me and Namjoon’s hand over my mouth. He looks incredibly pissed at the fear that is probably in my eyes by now. “What did you tell her?” The elf growls, his glare set on Namjoon.

“Hyung, calm down,” Namjoon stands up, his hands in the air in surrender. “We were just talking, everything is fine.”

“No,” Elf snaps, “She looks scared because you told her something.”

“Yeolie,” Puppy comes in, a confused look on his face but as he realizes the situation from Elf’s frown to my obvious fear he gets mad too. “What happened?”

“Everyone just calm down,” Namjoon tries his best to seem calm himself but I can see him shaking. I sink lower in my seat, trying to hide behind Jin, who is obviously tense at the on coming situation.

“Suho hyung!” Puppy yells down the hall.

“Baekhyun hyung, why does he need to come?” Yoongi says nonchalantly, he seems to be the most calm out of all of us. The group of boys appears in the doorway, their eyes try and see past Namjoon, who takes a step back to hide me from their eyes.

“Namjoon,” Suho growls, “I warned you not to scare her.”

“We didn’t scare her, we just told her the hazy truth.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Kai snaps.

“Did you see the way she looked at me when I came in? She looks horrified.” Elf growls.

“That’s because you keep yelling, your voice would probably scare her normally, let alone you yelling about everything,” Jin snaps at him. An angry Jin isn’t something I see often. Elf steps back, even though he is angry he understands his wrongdoing.

“Little one,” Kitty purrs coming to the front of the group. Though he has a sweet smile on his face I have a strong feeling if I don’t react well, he won’t either.

“Yes oppa?” I answer quietly from behind Jin.

There is silence for a moment before he responds, I can tell he is closer this time, “Little one, don’t you want to come see your oppa? These boys didn’t scare you away from us did they?”

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.

“What does that mean sweetheart?” Dragon comes closer, like Kitty I can tell this man is also trying his best to stay calm.

“The alarms in my head still don’t go off but,” I pause as I try and think of the right words so my friends don’t get in trouble.

“You said you weren’t afraid of dying, what else could we really do to you?” Kitty asks, right on the other side of the coffee table now. He reaches across and pushes Namjoon out of the way, next he signals a very reluctant Jin to move as well. Soon all of my friends have left me on the couch alone and defenseless against the twelve pairs of eyes that are waiting for my response. “Now tell me Little one, what else could we possibly do to you?”

I blink up at him for a minute, gulping when I see the anger growing in his eyes, in all of their eyes as they scan me as well. Their glare shifts to my friends who are standing by the window with their heads hanging low, waiting for the punishment they know is going to come.

“Can I try talking to her?” Dimple comes forward from the group, looking like an innocent angel with his small smile. With a clenched jaw Kitty nods and steps away from the coffee table, his eyes never leaving me. Dimple isn’t hesitant when he comes closer, coming around the coffee table to sit down next to me. Like most of them, the alarms in my mind are silent, while my common sense is screaming at me to be afraid. “Hello Beautiful,” He says softly, he is even brave enough to hold one of my hands in both of his like Jin was doing earlier. I’m surprised when I feel the same comfort as if Jin himself was doing it.

I blink at him a few times before I say, “Hello Dimple.” The boy laughs charmingly and I suddenly find myself falling under his spell and smiling along with him.

“Now Beautiful, could you tell me what these naughty boys told you about us?” He cocks his head cutely. I nibble on my lip for a second.

“Stopping doing that little one, you’re giving your oppas bad thoughts,” Kitty says as he sits down on my other side. I release my lip before staring down at my lap, a blush crawls across my face.

“They just told me things I kind of already figured, but chose to ignore.” I answer honestly.

“About what?” Dimple strokes my head softly, something Kitty does not appreciate but allows to happen.

“About what could happen to me in between now and when you kill me, if I stay here.”

“Is this because of what Kai was trying?” Bitch face, I mean Sehun, asks glaring at his tan hyung.

“No,” I can’t help but look to my friends for help I know I’m not going to get.

“She was fine before you idiots showed up!” Sehun snapped at my friends.

“Why did you guys have to ruin the one friend who wasn’t afraid of us?” Puppy growls.

“You expect us to believe she was actually your friend?” Yoongi dares to scoff, ignoring all of his friends’ eyes that are begging him to stop talking. “You were just going to play with her, and I mean your guys kind playing, not the kind she was picturing in her innocent little head, and than kill her like she was nothing. We know what happens here, we have no right to judge you because we are a part of this life now too but we don’t have to sit here and watch our friend get pulled down into too.”

“She’s different,” Sehun reasons. “We like her.”

“But how long will that last?”

“We don’t know,” Kai answers.

“And you still expect us to leave her here with you guys with that answer. You guys wouldn’t even let us talk to her, her friends that she has know for a few years, without some kind of promise in return.”

Suho steps forward to answer, “How about we promise that we will not even touch her, without her permission?”

“And if you don’t keep your promise?”

“We will beat that person to death,” Kitty deadpans. I’m surprised when the rest of the group nods in unison. Like me, my friends stare at them dumbstruck.

Clapping his hands together Kitty smiles at me, “Now we can play!” Suddenly, the hostility they had in their eyes disappears and is replaced with playfulness.

“No,” This time it’s Suho to stop the fun, earning a glare from Kitty. “Someone needs to brief the boys on what happened last night.”

“You’re the leader, what does that have to do with me?” Kitty looks back to me. Without another word Suho comes over and picks me up, I wrap myself around him so I don’t fall. “What the hell?”

“You are going to brief them, you and Kris,” Suho states as he sits down a few seats away from Kitty and Dimple, with me on his lap.

“Why?” Both roar as they glare at their leader who seems to be far too focused on me to care.

“You both are closer to her, so this gives the rest of us time to play with her,” Suho grins at me.

“This is so unfair,” Kitty whines.

“You got to sleep with her,” Dimple reasons.

“You slept with her!” Hoseok belts out. “You took our precious Jooyoung’s virginity?”

“Oppa!” I snap, trying to climb off Suho who just tightens his hold on my hips.

“Virginity?” The group echoes their eyes go to me.

I nod, “Virgin.”

Little Ham Man (Small!Hamilsquad x Reader) Part 15

A/N: If the format is off I’m so sorry I typed up all of this on my iPad (I’ll edit it later!)

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You laughed nervously, looking at the boys. They were all staring at Jenny, wide-eyed. Thomas was frowning, a sneer on his lips. How in the world could you tell her that she was right? I mean, did it even make any logical sense?

“I can explain, Jen,” You started, not actually knowing how you were going to explain this. Jenny nodded, waiting for you to continue.

But of course, one of the boys had to interrupt the peaceful conversation.

“You know, it’s polite to apologize at this point in a conversation,” Thomas said, looking at Jenny. You sighed, sitting on the stool.

Here it comes.

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Words On The Tips Of My Lips (Jimin BTS Fluff/Smut)

*Advanced Warning! Contain SMUT! Beware*

You glance to the side of you, and sure enough he’s staring at you.  You look back down to your desk, and fiddle with your pencil while your teacher lectures in the background. You peak again, and the boy sitting next to you smiles. Aw, How cute~ “Well, Y/N, Do you have anything you want to share with the class?” Your teacher asks as he towers over you. You shake your head. The teacher slaps his hands on your desk, “Focus on the lecture,” He walks away, and continues to talk about the biology of cells. You glare at the person next to you, and he just shrugs. It’s all their fault you got called out like that. Who is the mystery person next to you? Park Jimin, the most popular guy in college, famous for never having a girlfriend. 

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Moonlight - DecemberCamie - Hunter X Hunter [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Fic title: Moonlight

Word count: 4520


“Don’t you have someone to talk to about all of that? Someone you trust to help you?”

Killua laughed but it sounded broken and wrong. “If I did, do you think I would really be up here on the roof in the middle of the night talking to you, Ladybug?”


That hurt, more than Gon would ever admit.

(Killugon Miraculous Ladybug AU! Featuring a sad Killua and a comforting Ladybug~)( BEAUTIFUL fanart by emthimofnight that sparked this whole au)( Miraculous x Hunter tag with other drabbles, asks, etc)

This scene was actually something I proposed the emthimofnight about a half a week after she first posted her ideas for this au! So this fic has been an idea since the beginning of March, as crazy as it sounds…

@softkillua beta’d this fic for me because he is awesome and the best beta ever!!!!!!!! Please check out his writing, I swear you won’t regret it!

Killua pushed the window open with a gasp. A cool, night breeze hit his face a second later and rustled his white locks. It was like being doused in cold water: the low temperature and outside air was refreshing and helped lessen the terrible pressure building behind his eyes.

The Zoldyck Mansion’s roof was sloped and had few openings to grasp or even sit on without risking a fatal fall to the cement below. Killua scrambled out onto the landing anyway, eyes quick to find the small, familiar grooves to help him safely navigate the treacherous surface. He’d done this too many times by now to fall.

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Delirium - Taehyung/V angst

Originally posted by mvssmedia

okay uh I’ll be honest, I actually think this is really shit and the ending is blehhh but i couldnt wait another day to post something because i feel really bad and aaaaaa yknow??? anyway, here you go

Warnings: Character death, violence.


Taehyung’s arms were clasped tightly around your waist, his face buried into your chest. It wasn’t sexual, he didn’t feel a spike of lust or desire. He didn’t feel to need to let his hands wander, to have his way with you. No, he felt anything but; tears were dripping down his face as he listened to your heartbeat for the last time.

All of this, every single second of it, could have been avoided if Taehyung didn’t make a mistake he would soon come to regret. All of the moments, all of the exchanged words, all of the times you had fallen asleep in his arms and he had memorised your features.

You said nothing, you didn’t ask questions about his sudden onslaught of emotions and Taehyung almost wished you did. He wished that you would pull away and demand to know what was wrong, shouted at him until he told you what he had done. What he had promised to someone else. Rather, who he had promised you to.

He wanted to tell you everything so you could look him in the eyes and tell him what a terrible person he was. How much you hated him. So you would leave him hating him, rather than wondering what was going to happen to you.

It had started a mere six months ago, and the six months that had passed were both the worst and the best months of his life.

He was sat in a VIP booth of one of the most exclusive clubs in that district of downtown Seoul. The worst of the worst and the best of the best were the only type to frequent such a place, and once upon a time Taehyung may have considered himself to be the latter. Now, he had no idea. No, he did; he knew he was the former now. He was just having a hard time admitting it out loud.

He was sitting, having a competition of who could down the most shots in thirty seconds with Jungkook and Jimin until an unwelcome newcomer joined them in their booth.

Min Yoongi, one of the most infamous and dangerous gang members in South Korea. Small in stature and wielding a deadly glare, the booth was immediately thrown into a tense silence. Jungkook and Jimin said nothing, eyes flickering between both Yoongi and Taehyung in apprehension. Taehyung didn’t meet Yoongi’s piercing stare, no matter how hard he tried to bore holes into Taehyung’s skull.

“You pissed Hoseok off.”

“What’s new?”

Hoseok was well known for his short temperament. He was sunshine and flowers one second, but if you did so much as look at him wrong you were choking on your own blood the next. It wasn’t Taehyung’s fault that he had accidentally stumbled into Hoseok’s territory and spoiled his day.

“You need to stop throwing your weight around, kid. Just because you belong to Namjoon doesn’t mean you’re untouchable.”

Taehyung said nothing in reply, merely scoffing and swilling his glass of scotch around, the ice clinking against the glass.

“I’m serious, Taehyung. There’s only so much I can say to calm Hoseok down.”

“I don’t need you protecting me.”

“Who said I was protecting you?” Yoongi snapped, eyes like knives again. “I’m making sure he doesn’t go on a rampage and kill us all. Or worse.”

Jungkook and Jimin shifted uncomfortable at the threat but Taehyung merely rolled his head backwards to rest against the plush booth leather.

“As it is, I couldn’t get away with just words this time. Even he doesn’t listen to me sometimes,” Yoongi said, sighing. “He wants payment.”

“Payment?” Taehyung asked dumbly. “Of what? Money? Guns? Doesn’t he have enough of those?”

“He doesn’t want those, kid.” Yoongi said gravely, slouching slightly and downing one of Jungkook’s shots that were left over on the table.

“Then I don’t understand. I have nothing else to give him.”

There was a pregnant pause as Yoongi figured out a way to put this. He knew that it was a delicate subject with Taehyung, especially due to the fate of his sister, but Hoseok wanted nothing less than this. Hoseok would settle for nothing but this.

“He wants a girl.”

Taehyung froze in his seat, his fingers turning yellow around the glass he was nursing as he gripped on for dear life.

A girl. Hoseok wanted a girl. He wanted a human girl, a woman, to sell and traffick as if she was nothing more than a mere piece of meat he could auction off whenever and wherever he wanted.

Hoseok wanted him, Kim Taehyung, to scout and collect a girl and deliver her like some kind of peace gift. After what had happened to his baby sister.

“No.” Taehyung said, tone like ice. Jimin turned to look at Taehyung, but Jungkook kept his gaze firmly on the table. Yoongi didn’t show any reaction.

“You have no choice, kid. It’s that, or he kills you. And your two friends here,” Yoongi finally turned his head to sweep his glare over Jungkook’s and Jimin’s tense forms. “You know Namjoon won’t be able to protect you from that.”

Taehyung said nothing again, mind swimming in different directions.

What was he meant to do? He promised himself he wouldn’t get involved in human trafficking after he watched his little sister get dragged away, kicking and screaming, and then found her body, scantily clad and sickly looking with track marks marring her skin, long dead. He vowed he would never have anything to do with that side of the business, and even Namjoon didn’t push him on that. Taehyung would have done anything for Namjoon, but would rather put a bullet between his eyes than snatch women and force them into sex work or worse.

However, for Jungkook and Jimin, Taehyung was stumped.

He didn’t want to. Good God, he didn’t want to. He wanted to run out of the club, never to be seen again, but Taehyung couldn’t leave. His loyalty for Namjoon was absolute, but it went further than loyalty now. His and the lives of those he loved dearly were at risk because of his foolishness - his arrogance - and it was up to him to keep them safe.

“Fine. I’ll find a woman tonight and he can take her tomorrow or something.” Taehyung spat, acid churning in his stomach at his words. He wanted to vomit all over Hoseok and his stupid smug grin.

“Hoseok wants more than that.”

“What the fuck?” Taehyung demanded. “More than a human life? What the fuck else could he possibly want?”

“He wants a specific girl.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Taehyung downed the rest of his scotch, ignoring the familiar burn that settled into the back of his throat, and met Yoongi’s gaze levelly.


“Her name is Y/N and she’s the one in the red dress at the bar.”

Taehyung barely had to turn his head before his eyes were focused on you, having already been ogling for the majority of the night. You had been doing nothing but sipping drink after drink and scrolling down your phone, not waiting for anybody or being there for any other reason than being on your phone it seemed. You didn’t even glance at anybody who tried to make advances on you, and you didn’t even turn your gaze towards the dance floor.

You were just sitting there, minding your own business.

Taehyung cursed, turning to Jungkook and Jimin who wore near identical grimaces at the situation they were suddenly in the middle of.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung apologised. “I didn’t mean to put you in danger.”

Jimin shrugged but Jungkook opened his mouth.

“We’re in danger right now just sitting here, Tae. This is whatever.”

Taehyung cracked a tiny, appreciative grin at his best friend but it dropped as soon as he looked at Yoongi again.

“Tell Hoseok he’ll get her by tomorrow.”


“What the fuck now?” Taehyung groaned, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep suddenly. He had planned on doing nothing more than hang out with his two best friends and now he was in the middle of a triple homicide plot and plan to sell a woman. He hated Thursdays.

“He wants her in six months. Six months exactly. He wants her to fall in love with you first so it’ll be even more painful for you when you give her to him.”

Taehyung led his head collide painfully with the table in front of him.

He had never experienced the bloodlust that Namjoon kept speaking of, the itching desire to have your hands wrapped around someone’s throat, until this moment. He wanted to throttle Yoongi, spit at him and tell him Hoseok can go fuck himself, but he remembered the overwhelming desire to protect the two men staring at him.

Taehyung had no choice, and he was finally beginning to realise.

“Fine. Tell Hoseok he’ll get her in six months,” Taehyung moaned, rising back up to sit straight. He had to spend six months with the girl, with you, and deliver her into the arms of someone Taehyung was suspecting to be the devil.

“Good. It was a pleasure doing business.” Yoongi said, his formal tone back into place and deadly glare sliding back into place.

He never said it, but he had always had a soft spot for Taehyung and his big, innocent eyes. He would never let it slip, not even to Hoseok, but he wanted Taehyung to leave this business and never look back. He still had an innocence that he couldn’t bare to watch slip away.

Six months later, Taehyung had his arms wrapped around you so tightly he was surprised you hadn’t become a part of him.

He didn’t want to let you go. He didn’t want to watch you get dragged away, kicking and screaming, just like his sister had been. He didn’t want to see you with Hoseok’s hands on you, eyes devious and planning who to give you to first. He didn’t want to cradle your body a year later, staring blindly at the crusted vomit on your face and the bruising forming around your neck.

He wanted to see you sweaty and slightly sunburnt, sighing as you leant over the flowerbed you were working hard on. He wanted to see you humming to yourself, eyes closed and swaying side and side to one of Taehyung’s favourite songs in the background. He wanted to see you coming towards him to kiss him when he came home from work, belly round and swollen with his child. He wanted to see you lying in bed with your glasses high on your nose, book clasped firmly in hand.

He wanted to see you every single day for the rest of his life, and he hated that he did. He hated that he had fallen in love with you even though there was an expiry date on the time he would get to spend with you. He hated that you had fallen in love with his lies and deceit, that you had fallen in love with him even though he was going to force you into someone else’s arms the very next day. He hated that he was subjecting you to misery for the rest of your life, even after he had sworn to stay away from this business.

He hated Hoseok, especially, for thinking of such a sick and devious plan. If one thing was for sure, as soon as he got the chance, he would kill Hoseok first. He would torture and torment him until he was on the brink of death, begging to be put out of his misery, and Taehyung would leave him there to rot.

For now though, Taehyung was content with your hands raking through his hair, nails caressing his scalp softly. If Taehyung could, he would be purring in content. As it were, he was sobbing pathetically in your arms, praying to every single deity there was for a way to get the both of you, and Jungkook and Jimin, out of this situation.

“Tae,” you crooned softly, tears welling into your own eyes at his misery. At his anguish. “What’s wrong, baby?”

He said nothing, so racked with fear and guilt that he couldn’t even form words.

It was another half an hour of tears and soft whispering of comfort words before Tae’s cries subsided and he was able to draw breaths. Before you could ask what that was all about, he was peppering small kisses all over your exposed flesh, mapping out your body. You giggled at him, pushing him away gently and bringing his mouth to yours.

His lips were wet and salty from his tears, but they moved with yours earnestly and desperately. Tugging on your bottom lip, he grasped at the skin of your hips and pulled you closer. Allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, you pulled him even closer by the fabric of his shirt as your tongues danced together in harmony. It wasn’t rushed, or sloppy, and it didn’t have the same underlying desperation it usually had before he pounded you into the mattress. No, this time he was savouring it. Memorising the way you felt before he never saw you again.

“Jagi,” you gasped, pulling away and staring at him. He looked flawless, eyes still slightly damp with tears clinging to his lashes, lips red and puffy. “What’s wrong?”

He said nothing for a while, simply staring at you and memorising your face too. He thought you looked especially gorgeous tonight, hair and mess and his shirt slipping off one of your shoulders.

“Marry me.”

Your breathing froze and you tensed, and he was quick to rub his thumbs gently over the skin of your thighs to calm you down.

“Y/N, please marry me. Say you’ll marry me.”

“Tae, I-I…” You were bewildered, overcome with emotion.

Yes, you were so desperately in love with him that it often hurt, but you had only met him six months ago. You didn’t want to rush anything, even if every moment with him felt like a blessing sent from the Heavens. You didn’t want to make any mistakes.

“We don’t have to get married right away,” Taehyung said, watching your brain move way too fast. “Just… Just promise that we will. Promise that you’ll marry me.”

Your brain didn’t have time to catch up with your mouth.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Taehyung. Of course I will.” you promised him, and the smile that split across his face was pure sunshine.

“I love you, Y/N,” Taehyung whispered later, brushing some hair from your face, careful not to wake you. He didn’t want you to hear him leave. He didn’t want you to hear him cock the gun, check that it was loaded. He didn’t want you to hear him flick the safety off.

His fingers danced across the keyboard, sending three almost identical texts to three people. Texts of apologies, explanations, requests to take care of things when he couldn’t.

The very same fingers caressed your cheek, traced your features, wove into your hair gently and savoured the feel.

The very same fingers wrapped around the gun, index resting lightly against the trigger, and he placed the gun softly, gently, slowly against your temple.

Taehyung was crying again. He was almost delirious in fear and panic, not being able to think straight or consider what he was about to do. All he knew was that he had to take you out of the situation quickly, painlessly, before you were lost forever. He had to give you at least that, whilst he was taking so much away.

Taehyung’s eyes closed and squeezed the trigger, flinching at the deafening bang meeting soft skull. Taehyung’s eyes opened and he knew, he knew, that he would not rest until everybody else met the same fate.

He would not rest.

Creepypasta #1096: Fellows

Length: Short

“Hello there, friend. Sleep well?

“I know you’re confused right now, and a little scared, but everything’s okay.

“Why are you tied up? I don’t know, but hey- my wrists and ankles are tied, too. Hard to sit up, actually.

“Where are we? A basement, I’m guessing, but you can’t really see the stairs from your angle. And I guess you’re right, it’s filthy in here.

“Aw, don’t cry, it’s okay. I mean, sure, we don’t know what will happen to us, but you know what I like to do? I like to play pretend. A bit childish, sure, but it distracts from the current situation doesn’t it?

“Go on, try it. Imagine you’re in a flower field, or at home, if you have simple tastes. That’s right, home in your bed. Good. At least you’re not crying anymore.

“My name? Oh, that’s not really important, and I’m not that interesting of a person, but I’d love to hear about you.

“My, sounds like you’ve got lovely friends and a caring family. I never had that, I’m afraid.

“Oh, no need to apologize, I’ve gotten along just fine.

“Interesting hobbies. I myself have something I like to do in my free time, but it’s rather private.

“Insistent, are you? But still, I’d rather not say.

“Get out? As in, escape? You know, I wasn’t really thinking of any escape plan. I was too busy having a lovely chat with you.

“I wouldn’t struggle. You might hurt yourself.

“What? What is it? A weapons rack, you say? Oh… I see it. It’s surprising neither of us has noticed it before, considering the blades are cleaner than the floor. Real shiny.

“Um, try not to panic. This guy, whoever he is, must not be home, or he’s waiting for something. Either way, we’re lucky he hasn’t killed us yet.

“Ah, careful! Now look what you did, You knocked off a knife or two, and you cut yourself in the process. This is why I told you not to panic.


“Ah, sure, I could use one to cut myself free, and then you. Convenient. Moving around would be a bit difficult, though.

“God, you sound desperate. I’m trying my best here.

“Please don’t use that tone of voice with me.

“What do you mean, he’s coming?

“… I don’t hear anything. You must be imagining things.

“You need to calm down. You’re starting to hyperventilate. Relax. Just close your eyes, and pretend you’re somewhere else.

“Good. Just keep that image in your head while I move around a bit.


“Ah, you’re panicking again. That won’t do at all.

“What? First you ask me to cut you free, then you yell at me to stay away? Well, which is it?

“Ah, name-calling. But it’s true I’m not exactly mentally stable. Welcome to my hobby.

“How intuitive of you. I wasn’t ever tied up, and this you observed from the absence of rope. But what can I say? I love to play pretend.”

Credits to:  TeamShadowWind

Bad Girl Ch 6: Playing Gangster

“I’m done with this Yongguk oppa, we set the price and the date together, there is no reason the shipment shouldn’t be here yet,” I remind the elder.

He chuckles nervously and runs his hand through his hair, “Jooyoung-ah don’t be so cruel with your oppas, you know we would never wrong you in anyway. There was just an issue with the ships, just give us one more day and we will have it for you.”

I nod, “I have no issue with waiting, my issue is handing over the money. I don’t pay until I have what I want.”

“You don’t trust me?” He snaps.

Jiho takes a step forward but I hold my hand out to stop him. I cross my arms over my chest and scan the faces of the five men in front me, noting that their youngest member is missing. “I don’t trust anyone that isn’t part of my gang. This matter isn’t up for debate Oppa, I’ll give you your money when I receive my product like we have done a dozen times before, don’t make this difficult. Why are you in such dire need of this money?” My group behind me seems to come closer, preparing for some kind of out break.

Yongguk groans and combs his fingers through his hair again, “These little bastards, some new gang that is trying to get a hold of our territory, took Zelo. They sent us notes about a ransomed either 100,000 dollars for his head or our territory.”

“I know you guys have that much, what is the problem?”

“We are short 10,000 due to some issues but we need that money to get him back tonight, so please Jooyoung-ah, do this for us this once,” I surprised when the prideful man drops to his knees and bows his head.

“This is not our problem,” Jiho warns me but I ignore him and look behind me, past him, to Hanbin who is watching intensely.

“Hanbin oppa, go find the kid,” I command.

“Jooyoung,” Jiho snaps.

“I’m not paying the ransom for them, just go bust in and get the kid. This new gang could cause some problems for us if they are already starting trouble with people as powerful as BAP. Plus I’m not just doing it out of the kindness of my heart, we will be receiving a very good deal when the next few shipments come in, right Yongguk oppa?” I smile bitter-sweetly at the older man.

He nods eagerly, revealing his gummy smile, “Thank you so much white dragon.” The other five quickly drop to their knees along side him and bow so their foreheads rest on the dirty ground of the warehouse we are occupying.

I click my tongue and nudge them with my heel, “None of that, I will see you tomorrow for the shipment, all of you, so rest easy night. But just a little reminder, if something like this ever happens again while my beloved back dragon is here this won’t end so nicely, got it?” Turning on my heel I face the eight men that usually accompany me on my business adventures. They follow me, well Jiho is actually leading, to the SUV that is waiting out side the warehouse. Jiho opens the back door for me to slide in the middle while the others go around to climb in the back or sit on my other side. Bobby is on my left while Junhoe is on my right, Hanbin takes the front, which means the other three were forced in the back. The minute Jiho gets into the drivers seat we lock eyes in the review mirror.

“You have to stop being so nice,” He scolds me.

“I wasn’t that nice, I gave him a pretty good threat at the end, right Junhoe-ya?” I elbow the younger.

He nods quickly, “Of course, you were terrifying; had me shaking in my boots.”

“Don’t feed into her delusion,” Hanbin glares at the poor boy.

“You’re just mad that you can’t go out tonight now,” I lean forward and poke Hanbin’s cheek teasingly. He tries to bite my finger, earning a flick on the forehead from Jiho.

“I know she’s being a little mouthy but you bite her, I’ll beat you,” Jiho threatens.

“Calm down guard dog,” I pat him on his head, “How about some lunch? I’m starving.”

“We actually have to go get ready for tonight,” Bobby reminds us, “So if you could drop us off near head quarters that would be great.”

Jiho nods, “Sure thing, pretty bird you actually have plans so you wouldn’t have been able to anyway.”

I lean forward and rest my elbows on the center console, “Oh really, with whom?”

He flicks my forehead while the others pull me back and secure my seat belt, “The boss man of course.”

The drive to head quarters in aggressively playful, Hanbin tries not to smile as I tease his men and harass Bobby to the extreme. By the time we get there Hanbin, Chanwoo and Jinhwan are dying of laughter while the others about fling themselves out of the still moving car to get away from me. The minute the car stops Bobby and Junhoe basically fall out of the car but quickly try to recover by brushing the dirt off their suits. The others quickly follow, bowing before heading into the tall building. I climb into the front seat, ignoring Jiho’s whining about how I should have got out and walked around.

I straighten my clothes and flash him a smile, “So where is my beloved?”

“At home, he said he was going to cook you lunch,” Jiho answers as he rolls his eyes and pulls back into traffic. I stare absentmindedly out the window when he starts humming my favorite song.

“What song is that?” I ask.

“I don’t know, I heard it a long time ago and I just kind of stuck. Why, does it sound familiar or something?”

I shake my head, “You just hum it all the time and I really love it. I find it comforting.”

He chuckles, “Really?”

“Yep, because it makes me think of you and you always make me feel safe. I know I don’t tell you this enough Jiho oppa but I love you, like a brother of course but I want you to know that I love and appreciate everything you do for me.” I lean across the console to peck his cheek.

“Where is all of this coming from?”

“Zelo’s situation made me think about when I was kidnapped and how you saved me.”

Again he chuckles, but this time there is an edge to it, “I let you get kidnapped.”

“No, you protected me. Because of you, I made it out of there alive and I’m eternally grateful.”

He is silent for a minute and stares back at me until the light turns green, “Stop with all of this emotional stuff, you’re hurting my heart.”

“Come on Oppa, say it back,” I pout playfully as I take his hand, “You are the best big brother a girl could ask for, I love you.”

“Stop confessing to me,” He pulls his hand away and flicks me, “I would prefer to not loose my job.”

I sigh and accept defeat, already knowing his brotherly love for me. He pulls into the underground parking lot and parks the car in its spot before hopping out of the car. I walk around the car, distracted by my nails, I don’t see Jiho stopping in front of me. He turns around and pulls me into a tight hug, I find myself thinking back to when we first met on the street and smile, look how far we’ve come.

“I love you little sister,” He mumbles softly and kisses the top of my head. He releases me and leads me to the elevator like usual. We don’t talk the whole ride up but it’s a comfortable silence that makes a smile form on my face. He drops me off at my floor first before going down to his own. I step off the elevator and am automatically welcomed by our two guard dogs.

“Hello Leo, hello Ken,” I coo at the two dogs happily.

“How come the pets get greeted before me?” Jiyong whines as he comes out of the kitchen to give me a hug.

“Because they came to the door first, you have to be quick.” I sniff the air and pout, “You haven’t started lunch yet?”

He shakes his head, “Someone else called and left a very lovely voice message about how she needs to see you to apologize about what happened a few days ago.”

“You should just ignore her,” I whine, I really want to spend time with him today, as much as love Haneul I miss Jiyong.

“Too late, I already told her I was bring you over after you got back, speaking of which can I get a full view of this beautiful outfit,” He gives me a big smile as he steps back to check me out. I can’t hold in my laugh as he full on checks me out, going around in circles and everything. I strike a few poses for him, I’m wearing a fitting pin stripped suit, something Jiyong had costumed made for me. “You look like a real gangster,” He pecks my lips.

“Well I have to look the part if I’m playing gangster for the day.”

“Do you want to change before you go?” He wonders.

I groan, “Oppa, I don’t want to go, I want to take off my pants and lay in bed with you for the rest of the day.”

“Well after lunch we still have the rest of the day so don’t worry.”

“No, I want to have lunch with you.”

He chuckles, “You are so stubborn.”

I scoff, “Look who is talking, why are you trying so hard to get rid of me? Huh?”

“I just want you to enjoy your last bits of freedom.”

“Last bits of freedom?”

He nods, “Because in one month, we will be standing on the beach on some random tropical island with at most ten people saying our vows. After that we will not be leaving our villa for a whole month,” He nibbles on my neck playfully. “And then after that we will be traveling the world together for awhile, who knows when we will be back! Could be forever! I might just try to keep you all to myself for the rest of time.”

“Are you sure you want me to go?”

“I want you to have fun with your friends, you will see me tonight, and the next night and for the rest of time, you will be stuck with me. So as I said, enjoy your freedom while you can.”

A massive smile spreads across my face, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” We kiss lightly, I get ready to deepen the kiss when he pulls away and begins pulling me down the hall eagerly. “I almost forgot! I have a present for you!” I follow him without much choice, giggling at his childish happiness. He stops outside of our office doors, my old bedroom doors, and places his hands on the handle, ready for an exciting revel. “Okay, so I know that you were really upset about how you had to stop talking to Jihyo because you decided to step into my life so I wanted to give you a little something to remember her by.”

With that he throws the door open, I step inside and automatically get ready to bust into tears. Hanging above my desk is mine and Jihyo’s mug shots from years ago. Jiyong is behind me, his arms wrap around my waist, and his chin rests on my shoulder.

“Do you like it?” He hums.

I turn around in his embrace and return his hug, “Thank you so much,” I cry into his button up. Jiyong and I had talked about how I wanted to handle stuff with my family and friends when I first moved in. He recommended writing them letters and telling them I running away so that they wouldn’t get pulled into the drama and at first I was against it. But after really thinking it through I realized how right he was and agreed. It was one of the hardest moment in my life explaining to Jihyo in that letter about how much I’ll miss her and that she shouldn’t look for me.

“Please no crying, you’re breaking my heart love.”

I sniffle and wipe away my tears, “I’m sorry but Jihyo has the same set up above her bed at home it just made me miss her a bit.”

He kisses the top of my head, “One day you will be able to talk to her again, I promise, when things aren’t so crazy in our world we can go back to visit the real world.”

“Thank you.”

“You guys are annoyingly cute, you know that?” Haneul gages once again after she closes the front door and leads me into her house. We leave the entry way and head into the kitchen where she is cooking a delicious smelling lunch.

“I’m sorry that we don’t enjoy the same pet names as you and your princess,” I tease as I kick off my shoes and leap on to the counter.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I’m the king in our relationship,” She playfully snaps with a spatula pointed at me.

“Speaking of which I’m still waiting on your love story.”

“And I’m waiting on yours,” She eyes me, “that is another story for another time when we both feel comfortable sharing how we got to where we are.”

I nod, “Where is your Princess anyway?”

She sighs, “With his depressing cousins, he has been trying so hard to get them to leave that god damn house. He barely got them out the night of the party but the moment he mentioned that Jiyong would be there five of them seemed all for it. The other seven have sticks up their asses. I’m so sorry about what happened a couple of days ago, if it makes you feel any better Taemin got a beating when we got home.”

“What you guys do in the bedroom is none of my business,” I click my tongues at her.

“Get your mind out of the gutter and make yourself useful, can you make three settings on the dining room table?” She swats at me with a rag.

“Three?” I hop off the counter and wander over to where the dishes are.

“Tae should be back and if not we can eat his portion,” She gives me an evil grin as she stirs the beef soup, one of Taemin’s favorite foods. I shake my head and head into the dining room with all the needed dishes, even grabbing some of the sides that she already dished up. As I’m setting up the long dining table I hear the front door open and almost rush to greet, or actually tease, Taemin when I hear other voices.

Oh no.

“Jagiya, I brought my cousins over for lunch, I hope that’s okay!” Taemin yells as he walks closer. I panic and quickly scramble under the table. This can’t be happening again.

“Princess!” Haneul snarls, “I told you Jooyoung was coming over, I doubt she wants to see them after what she saw at the party.”

“Aw, did we scare your friend that night?” Baekhyun muses.

“We don’t want to frighten her, in fact we want to apologize,” Chanyeol plays along, what the hell are they up to though?

“They were really eager to come when I mentioned her being here so I thought maybe they could be friends?” Tae suggests innocently, hoping he’ll be able to avoid whatever punishment Haneul is already thinking of.

Hanuel scoffs, “Jiyong would rather get skinned alive than let these guys near her. I’m going to take her upstairs, you guys can have the dinning room.” I hear her shuffling around, her slippers come into view when she comes into the dining room and just as I’m about to climb out of my hiding spot six pairs of boots quickly follow her. “Jooyoung-ah? Where did you go?” She calls for me but I can’t get myself to respond.

“Jooyoung-ah, oh Jooyoung-ah,” Baekhyun sing songs.

“I want to see this pretty little thing I’ve heard so much about,” Tao hums behind him, not sounding as playful as Baekhyun, he almost sounds desperate.

“Come on out,” Chanyeol joins in, he even whistles making me glare at his boots.

“She isn’t a fucking dog,” Haneul spits.

“Little one,” A sweet voice calls and my heart drops. “Come here little one.”

I should have stayed home.

Accidentally in Love // Park Jimin

Originally posted by rookieking

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (Featuring Taehyung and Jungkook)

Genre: Fluffy Fluff ^_^

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: Can I have a scenario with the maknae line from BTS? They all like her and they try to make her fall for them. Have her end up with whoever you think deserves it (;

Imagine going on dates with Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook and them trying to get you to fall in love with them though…goodbye world.

Getting to watch BTS during their dance practices was something beyond amazing – even for someone like you who always assisted in teaching them their choreography. From the way they listened to instructions, to the way they more often than not picked up the dance moves in the blink of an eye – to say you were impressed by them would have been an understatement.

However, in the months that you had become acquainted with them, you found yourself drifting more towards the three younger members as they were closest to your age – Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. You got along well with each and every member equally, but you couldn’t help but feel more comfortable with the 3 youngest boys due to the fact that you literally had so much in common with them. After long, tough days in the dance practice room, you would often accompany the three boys to a local late night ramen shop under the cover of night and here you would spend an abundance of time with them, becoming closer and beginning to understand them as friends.

That’s when things started to become more interesting. The more time you spent with them, the more involved you began to be with them. It started off with the 4 of you hanging out together, eating ramen and chatting about random topics. Then one day, Taehyung text you to ask you if you were free, and if you’d like to go for a walk by the Han River. Of course, you said yes – automatically assuming that the other 2 boys would be there as well – but when you arrived, you quickly found out that it was only you and Taehyung.

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Off His Rocker

Luggage Swap AU

The fuck is this?!

Staring at the contents of the suitcase that is unquestionably not his, Trafalgar D. Water Law grimaces, palm pressing into the side of his face and slowly running down from his temples to his chin.

This is bullshit, what the hell?!

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“your friend set you up on a blind date and i happened to be eating alone so you thought you were meeting me and you were cute so i went along with it but you just got a text from said friend that theyre sorry your date stood you up and now i have some explaining to do” au

I got a lot of requests to do this one so: 

Eating alone wasn’t as refreshing as everyone said it would be. Will was a people person. He liked having people around to talk to and fall into conversation with. While he didn’t feel awkward or judged for sitting alone, he just didn’t enjoy it.

He’d brought a book to read, but he could exactly focus on turning pages when he was planning to use two hands to eat. Then what would he do while he was eating? He didn’t want to turn on his phone and watch Netflix in the middle of a restaurant. Not only would that look incredibly stupid, but he didn’t even have enough data to do so.

He stood up and decided to simply get some takeout and eat it at home in his room where he would be able to be half asleep, watching TV in his shorts and munching on his food without worrying about how to keep busy.

As he walked, someone behind him said, “Oh, uh. Hi. Are you Alex?” Will turned in confusion and stopped short, gasping softly. In front of him, biting his lip nervously, was the most beautiful human Will had ever seen.

His eyes were such a deep dark brown, they looked nearly black with long dark lashes surrounding them. His skin was a smooth olive tone, his cheeks splattered with a few very light freckles. His hair was a messy of curled waves sticking out in different spot in a way Will could never hope to pull off. He wore a long sleeved shirt with the Marauder’s Map depicted on it, and torn dark jeans with combat boots.

It was a perfect mix of mysterious bad boy with adorable dork.

“S-Sorry?” Will responded, forgetting how to form words.

“I’m Nico. Uh, Jason’s friend? For the uh, blind date. Wait, is it you, or… I’m sorry if-”

“No, no, yeah. Yeah, it’s me,” Will said hurriedly, only realizing how stupid, short-lived, and completely insane the lie was after he’d blurted it out.

“Oh thank God,” Nico breathed. “Sorry, I get nervous. I don’t really go out much.” He smiled nervously and Will bit his lip. “Did you get a table yet?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, over here.” He led Nico to the table he’d been sitting at previously and chuckled nervously. His eyes kept flitting to the doors, hoping that whoever his actual blind date was wouldn’t recognize him or come in. But then, if he didn’t even know what Nico would look like, and they saw Nico with Will, they wouldn’t even think to ask, right? So he was safe…. For now.

“So Jason said you went to school with him?” Nico asked, skimming the drink list.

“Yeah. But, I mean instead of going off what Jason said, let’s just start new between us, yeah?”

Nico smiled awkwardly and nodded. “Sure,” he said with a small chuckle. “I mean he hadn’t told me much anyway. Just that he knew you from his last high school and you were a really great guy. So… are you going to go to college?”

“I sure hope so,” he answered. “I want to go to UT maybe. I want to be a doctor, but I’m not sure what I’d specialize in. There’s a lot of fields within it, you know?”

Nico’s eyes shone with excitement. “Yeah, I get that. Completely. I’m really into health as well. I’m good with gore, but I think I’d be more in the psychological area, like mental health.” He shrugged. “I’m still not sure.”

“I mean we’re high schoolers. I don’t think we’re supposed to be sure.”

“Thank God you agree,” he muttered. “Everyone’s trying to go down my throat and force me to choose something specific right now and it’s driving me crazy. Is it such a bad thing to want to stay in arcade and blow off steam for a while?”

“An arcade?” Will repeated.

“I can play Pac-Man and Galaga like no one’s business, dude. I’m a pro.” Will laughed and shook his head. “What, you don’t believe me? We can go to an arcade after we eat and I will prove it to you.”

“You’re saying it like you need to defend your honor,” he chuckled.

“It is,” Nico said, trying not to laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m being a dork.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said. “It’s… endearing.” Nico scoffed and focused on the menu. “So… why did you agree to a blind date? Didn’t anyone ever ask you in person? Oh- uh, not to be rude, it’s just… this is going to sound so lame, but you really don’t look like someone who’d struggle to get a date.”

Nico’s cheeks burned bright and he bit his lip. “Ah… thanks. Um, let’s go back to the ‘I’m awkward and dorky’ part, tell me where I lose you.” Will burst into laughter and covered his mouth to stifle it. Nico rolled his eyes and smirked. “Why did you agree? You definitely shouldn’t need to.”

Will smirked and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know. I never really paid attention to anyone at my school. I want to broaden my horizons I guess? I don’t know. But I’m glad I did.” Nico smiled ran his hand through his hair.

They ordered their drinks and food and spent the time talking about different topics, from Harry Potter to music to TV shows to their favorite movies and their families. Will was surprised to find that Nico had actually had a very horrible past, which he tried to downplay by brushing over details instead of delving into it, but Will knew how much it mattered. Losing family and being bullied wasn’t easy. And something told Will that his awkwardness was actually anxiety, and he simply didn’t pay attention to it.

But Will wouldn’t push. He enjoyed hearing him talk, enjoyed making him laugh and being made to laugh. He didn’t remember the last time he laughed so much. When they finished lunch, Will stood and said, “So, are we testing your arcade skills?”

Nico’s smile widened and he stood to follow Will out of the restaurant.

They walked to an arcade across a pizzeria and Will could see the excitement and relaxation flood through Nico. It was like he was somewhere comfortable, somewhere he could be himself in. “Get ready to get your ass whooped,” Nico said, smiling cockily.

And sure enough, Nico beat Will at every arcade game they tried and at every rematch they had. He was skilled in every game, and won quickly or by a large margin. “How the hell are you that good?” Will said in shock after his hundredth defeat.

Nico chuckled and rubbed his hands together. “Um. Well, when bad stuff happened, I’d always go to an arcade to sort of… I don’t know get away from it? I spent a lot of times in arcades when I was little. They’re still a good place to go when I get upset.” Will nodded.

“Well it is now my mission in life to beat you at at least one arcade game.” Nico laughed and sat beside him.

Suddenly the score for Harry Potter went off and Nico pulled out his phone. “Hello? Hey! Look the- wait. What? What are you…?” Nico stood up and looked at Will with wary and shock. “No. No it’s fine. I said it’s fine! I have to go.” He hung up and suddenly, Will saw the dangerous bad boy side get emphasized in his demeanor. “Who the hell are you?”

“Uh… what?” Will questioned.

“You’re not Alex. Apparently Alex stood me up. So who the hell are you and why did you tell me you were?” he growled, his expression darkening as he stepped toward Will.

Immediately, Will stood up and bit his lip, his entire face reddening from embarrassment. He was positive he looked like a blond tomato. “Um… N-Nico, I-”

“Are you some sort of fucking psychopath?” he snapped.

“No!” he protested. “God, no, Nico! I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I lied. I… Please stop looking at me like that.”

“No! I’m angry! I’m embarrassed, and honestly a little fucking scared! Who are you?”

“My name is Will,” he started. Nico’s eyes widened in anger and he put his hands in his hair. “Wait, just…. Dammit. Look, I was eating alone, okay? And I got really uncomfortable, so I was going to leave but then you ran into me and…. You’re insanely attractive and I could barely think so when you asked if it was me you were meeting I said yes, And then we were sitting and talking and laughing and I laughed more than I have in a long time, and… I didn’t want just blurt that I wasn’t actually supposed to be your date.”

Nico narrowed his eyes, and clenched his fists. “What were you planning to have happen? Have me call you Alex for a few months? Have me gush to Jason about how great things went with Alex? Were you ever planning on telling me anything? Ever?”

“I… I don’t know! I wanted- no I still want to see you again, to hang out with you again. I would’ve told you, I just… I don’t know how or when.” Nico furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms, standing alert and defensive. “I’m sorry, Nico. But everything else I said was true. Me wanting to be a doctor and loving Harry Potter and the jokes and… all of the rest was real. Didn’t you… I mean…. If I was Alex… would you have been okay with seeing me again?”

Nico’s lips parted but he didn’t say anything. He looked away from Will and stared at the ground, his breaths slowly turning back to normal. “Alex stood me up,” he muttered. “I… I did have fun. But now I feel very stupid because I went up to you and assumed you were supposed to be my date and spent all this time thinking your name is Alex, and it’s actually Will, and…. I feel stupid.”

Will cleared his throat and rubbed his arm. “Well… I was so dumbstruck when you talked to me that I pretended to be some guy named Alex and I just got found out so…. I feel pretty stupid too.”

Finally Nico’s eyes returned to him. He was still angry, but not as much. “Then I guess we’re even.” Will wasn’t sure what that meant.

He gulped and took a breath. Then he stood up and held out his hand. “Hey, I’m Will. I’m eighteen. Nice to meet you.” Nico furrowed his eyebrows and stared at his hand. Hesitantly, he shook it.

“Hello, Will.”

“Would you… maybe like to go on a date sometime? I promise not to stand you up or use a fake name.”

Nico’s eyes, dark and big and endearing flickered up to him. He as suppressing a smile, but eventually it became a smirk. Will could feel butterflies in his stomach. “Okay,” he said softly. “I think that’d be nice.”

Bts reaction to you thinking you were talking to your friend

A/N: Sorry for not posting for a very long time and really  I don’t have excuses. Sooo yeaah… I blame my laziness. Thank you all for waiting for me though. I really like you all. You’re so cute. I hope you enjoy this one.

Scene: here is the thing. When you’re talkikg to a friend and suddenly your friends stops walking because he or she sees something but you don’t notice and keep talking. We all had this once right? :p

“No thats not it. Yeah the strawberry one was good but I really think we should take the carrot cake. So please let’s get the carrot cake” you begged and laid your head on her shoulder for extra persuading. But once your head didn’t reach her shoulder and you were sure she didn’t wear men perfume, you jumped away and lifted your eyes. You’ve got to be kidding me! You mentally facepalmed yourself. Kim Seokjin? Really? Of all the people, him? “I’m so sorry! I thought you were my friend. This looks so weird. I’m sorry.” You apologized over and over. “ It’s okay. I Figured.” Jin laughed and patted you on your shoulder. “I think you’re right though” you looked at him weirdly. “Right about what?” You responded. “The cake ofcourse. Carrot is the best. Please enjoy it! And eat a piece for me too.” You both laughed at this and you stuck your thump up. “Seokjin Fighting!” Was the last thing you said and ran over to your friend.

Originally posted by jjilljj


“Uhm. What are you doing?” You heard a deep voice next to you. “Woaaa f/n! How do you do that??” “I’m not f/n?” You heard it again. Okay maybe you should see what is going on? “Oh my. You’re not my friend!” You said and held your hands infront of your mouth, shock written all over your face “well this is embarassing” you laughed and bowed in apology. “I’m sorry” “aaah it’s okay. You made waiting a little less boring’’ he smiled. You blushed at the sight. “’Didn’t you mistake a person once for your friend?’’ you asked him, hoping your cheeks would regain their color. ‘’No I have not’’ he immediatly answered, looking at you with a straight face. Taken aback with his quick answer, you clasped your hands together and stood up. “I.. I think.. I should go look for my friend. Stay healthy!’‘ ‘’I was just joking. Who did not mistake a stranger for their friend? People who tell you that are lying.’’ He laughed. ‘’I know exactly how you feel so don’t be embarrased and as I said earlier, you made waiting less boring.’’ You couldn’t help but blush again and smiled at the ground. ‘’Well I really think I should look for my friend. I will cheer you guys on and stay happy and healthy yeah? Bye bye!’’ you waved at him and before you turned around you caught a glimpse of his heartmelting smile. 

Originally posted by parkjiminer


‘’You know I hate that. I mean if people are looking at you I automatically say hi, but what pisses me off is that they turn their heads without a smile or something. Come on! you were looking at me first, just a slight smile is enough. You don’t have to greet me back if you don’t feel comfortable but a smile can, right?’’ You were ranting towards your friend about the frustration you felt at the subway this morning. ‘’Yeah I know I am not Korean but why stare? If you don’t want me to notice you staring, you actually should greet me first to make it seem like you weren’t staring.’’ You sighed. ‘’I totally, 100 % agree with you.’’ A man’s voice answered you back. Whippig your head to your side in confusing you made the discovery you have been ranting to a total stranger. You were already horrified, but once you recognized his features your eyes widened and a groan left your mouth. You faced the ceiling and literally facepalmed yourself. ‘’Aahaaa haha I am so sorry. I’m sorry you had to hear me rant about, you know. ‘’ You awkwardly laughed and apologized as you kept bowing in apology. ‘’No it’s okay. It was actually fun.’’ you looked at him confused. ‘’Fun?’’ you questioned. ‘’Aah I mean, it was refreshing, Most of the time the conversations are about me If I meet people but it was nice to hear a stranger rant.’’ He laughed while he had grabbed your hand and motioned for you to sit down. ‘’Well keep on going. I have to wait another fifteen minutes, so you can rant all you want until then.’’

Originally posted by hoseokxx


‘’When you think about it, it is actually weird. In english you call a mandarin a mandarin and I mean the fruit. But Mandarin is also a language in China. Also here in Korea you have a lot of people with the last name Kim right. But where I come from Kim is not a last name but someone is actually called Kim. So I have been thinking what if a Kim is going to marry a Korean with the last name Kim? Would her full name be Kim Kim?’ That would be pretty funny.’’ you laughed, slapping your friend on her arm several times but you instantly stopped once you heard her laughing. well her would not be the right term. It would be a him. Looking up towards the source where the laugh was coming from, the wheels in your head started working when you realized you slapped Kim Namjoon’s arm. Several times might you add. Now since he seems strong you were sure it did not hurt him, heck you weren’t even hitting hard but still. If people had been filming this, this will be on the internet and people will assume you were hitting Namjoon for the wrong reasons. ‘’Well shit’’ you spoke loudly. Before you could apologize, he was already talking. ‘’Don’t you dare to apologize. I already figured it out you thought you were talking to someone else.’’ He chuckled  ‘’Why didn’t you say anything when you heard me talking.’’ You whined. He could have saved you the  embarrassment. ‘’At first I was going to tell you but once you started on the mandarin story I actually was thinking about it too and when you started with ‘Kim’ I couldn’t help but laugh to. I think it would be better if people first call her ladiesname and then her husbands.’’ He smiled. ‘’Yeah, thats a solution. eventhough it’s a bit funny, if you really love him you wouldn’t really care right?’’ You smiled aswell. Namjoon made you feel at ease and he laughed your embarrassment away.  ‘’It was nice meeting you. But I really think I should go. you know looking for my friend before she is going to report me as a missing person. Keep up the good work but don’t forget to take breaks. Army’s rather see you healty and happy and a bit less than seeing you guys everyday on tv, tired and injured.’’

Originally posted by baebsaes


You really really really wanted this book and since your friend needed a book for her essay she tacked along but once you stepped inside the store, you wanted to turn around and leave but unfortanutely for you, your friend stopped you and dragged you further inside. ‘’Can you let go please I’m bumping into a lot of people and they’re shooting me really really dark looks.’’ You complained as you once again winced when the girl you bumped into shot you a dirty look. ‘’I’m sorry but I really need this book for my essay and if we leave right now and come back in a couple of hours who knows if that book is still there. I am really sorry, I know you hate crowds, but I won’t leave your side, I will grab the book, pay for it and we will leave immediately after okay?’’She explained. ‘’’Fine but please hurry, I am already not feeling well.’’ you closed your eyes to try to calm down but when you felt your friends her hand leave yours, your eyes shot open, desperately looking for her again. ‘’Okay I am outta here.’’ turning around you tried to get to the entrance in the sea of people. Well a sea of women. ‘’I’m sorry can I get through?’’ you asked the girl who did not move an inch when you tried to get past her. ‘’No! You will have to wait till its your turn.’’ she snapped. ‘’My turn? No no no, I just want to get out of here. Get out of this freaking store?’’ You were already panicked and felt suffocated, but once this girl was just right out refusing to let you get past, plus that she was cursing at you under her breath, ticked you off. You really really wanted to get out of this store, because you already felt how your breathing became harder and people seemed to get closer and closer to you. Before you could scream, a hand circled your wrist and led you through the crowd. ‘’Seriously f/n.. You told me you wouldn’t let go of my hand.’’ you angrily spoke, letting your friend drag you out of the store since your vision was blurry from the tears. ‘’Sometimes I really don’t like you.’’ you confessed when the fresh air of outside hit your face. ‘’You don’t?’’ An unfamiliar voice asked. Your eyes traveled upwards and when they landed on his face everything seemed to click. Pointing a finger at him in understanding you said ‘’No shit this store was filled with people. Because you were there. Aaaah now I get it.’’ ‘’I’m sorry.’’ Jimin spoke softly. ‘’Sorry? No need to be sorry it’s not like you want people to follow you everywhere. it’s not your fault. Besides it’s my friends fault’’ you laughed. ‘’I just get like this in busy crowds. I just need a lot of space around me to feel comfortable.’’ You smiled at him and he gave you one in return. ‘’It’s okay, thank you for saving me.’’ you grinned while giving him a playful shove on his shoulder. 

Originally posted by morekpopmore


‘’Aah love? You know I never have been in love right so I really can’t describe it to you but I think that if you look at that person and you can feel your heart melting, I think it feels like nice warm water sliding down your heart. I think thats when you know you’re in love. I mean I feel like this when I look at my dog. He is so cute I just… ughh!’’ You giggled. ‘’Yeah I know I know what you’re going to say loving your dog is different than loving a person but is it really? You would want your dog to be happy right? All you want to do is cuddle the fluffball and kiss it on the nose.  You would want your dog to be happy and comfortable eventhough you’re not comfortable as long as he is comfortable. You just can’t imagine leaving your dog behind without breaking your heart. Love is love.’’ Once you were done talking about love or well your dog, you did not expect this kind of reaction. Why was your friend clapping? Did she agree? That was not possible, she is always telling you that love for your pet is different than love for a man. So you looked at your friend to see your friend turned into a male. A cute male though. You kept looking at him, you could not look away for two reasons. reason 1: you told a stranger about your love for your dog. Fine maybe just a slight obession for your dog and reason number two was that he was very handsome and that you figured it out why he seemed familiar. ‘’Hi?’’ You greeted him hesitantly. ‘’Hello!’’ He greeted you back cheerfully, shaking your hand fast. ‘’I am Taehyung.’’ He smiled and let go of your hand. ‘’I think you are right. You want your dog to be happy and comfortable around you, you want to cuddle him allday long if you could. Shouldn’t that be with your favorite person too? Wanting her to be happy and comfortable around you. To kiss and cuddle her every chance you get? It makes sense. Totally makes sense.’’  

‘’Right? Right? That’s what I am telling her but she just doesn’t believe me. But I am happy I found someone who also thinks like that.’’ you smiled and laughed out of joy. ‘’Thank you Taehyung-shi. Thank you. You made my day.’’ This time he gave you his famous smile and patted your shoulder. ‘’ I should thank you. Now I know when I’m in love and thank you for keeping me company while I am waiting for my friend.’’ ‘’ I am waiting too. Do you want to see my cute dog?’’ You asked him, fishing your phone out of your pocket. ‘’Really? Can I? wait. you should see my cutie too.’’

Originally posted by aestheticvbts


‘’No I tell you oversized shirts are the best. Skinny jeans and a oversized shirt on top are the best. And you can finish it very cooly with a leather jacket. You know I love to eat and If I were a tigh shirt and I know I am going to eat lots there is a chance that your tummy will stick out a bit if you ate to much. That’s not comfortable at all. So oversized shirts are the best. If I am wearin a tight shirt I really don’t feel comfortable and you know that. The first thing I do when I get home is get out of that shirt and slip on those comfortable loose fitting shirts. It feels nice and trendy at the same time so please stop convincing me. I know what I like. And know let’s go home we have been for over 2 hours already. I am getting tired and hungry. I know it’s weird that I don’t like shopping but I am more of a person who grabs what she needs, pays for it and leaves.’’ Just when you were about to link your arms together you felt her flinch and you hears a gasp. ‘’You don’t have to be angry just because I like oversized shirts.’’ 

‘’I agree with the oversized shirts but I don’t think I know you well enough to eat with you.’’  A soft male voice left her mouth. You raised one eyebrow in confusion so you turned your head to meet eyes with Jeon Jeongguk. ‘’I’m pretty sure I was walking next to my friend couple of minutes ago.’’ You told him, actually you told yourself that. He just smiled at you. ‘’I’m sorry I bored you with my story.’’ you laughed when the situation sunk in. ‘’And I’m sorry for disturbing your shopping. I really thought I was talking to my friend.’’ ‘’It’s fine. It happened to all of us once.’’ this time he chuckled and grinned at you. ‘’I should go back to my friend. Once again I am sorry. Enjoy your free time.’’ bowing at him, you turned around and made your way towards the store you passed by while talking to your ‘friend’. She must have been distracted by the pink shirt she saw in the window of the shop. ‘’Keep wearing oversized shirts!’’ Jungkook’s voice made you stop in your steps, turning around you saw him holding his thump up. you could not help but laugh as you held yours up too.

Originally posted by classybts

Ni-Fi Loop

Ni: Huh. I think I found a pattern here.

Fi: Oh, you might have. That’s neat.

Ni: …but this isn’t a good pattern…

Fi: What do you mean?

Ni: Now that I’m looking closer, I really think there’s something going on here.

Fi: Oh my God, you’re right.

Ni: And look at this! And this! It makes perfect sense!






*three days later*

Te: What the fuck, you guys? Do you have ANY proof of this whatsoever? No? Then what are you wasting time worrying over? Go find some actual evidence instead of sitting in a corner and worrying about it or shut the hell up!

Se: lmao let’s get high to forget all of this

Three For One Deal//Stilinski Triplets - Part 8

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Noah Stilinski, Reader.

Thomas ignored you the rest of the night, clinging to his father’s side. You stuck with Stiles, comforting him.

You sat on the big loveseat in the waiting room, Stiles’ head in your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair as he cried quietly. The waiting room was empty aside from you, Malia, and the Stilinski’s. No one wanted to go home, where Jimmy’s empty room sat, and Noah was waiting on paperwork.

“Stiles..” You whisper. ​You feel him shift around, he must’ve fallen asleep. “Stiles..” You say again, Stiles rolling over to look at you.

“What? What’s wrong?” He yawns.

“Let me take you home. You can come to my house. You need some sleep.” You continue playing in his hair.

“No no, I have to stay here.”

“I’m just waiting in paperwork, Stiles. You should go.” Noah nods.

“Come on, Stiles…it’s okay. You’ve got clothes at my house.” He sits up and you scoot forward, your legs are wet with Stiles’ tears.

You take the keys to the Jeep and Stiles’ hand. You interlace your fingers, Thomas jumping up and leaving the room at the sight of the two of you. You smile at Stiles, his sleepy eyes making you feel a little better. You were the only one he’s willingly given the keys to Roscoe to, he made sure you knew that the first time he gave you the keys.

You walk over to Stuart and Malia, hugging them both before walk over to Noah. “I’m so sorry. I loved having Jimmy back, I can’t believe he’s gone.”

He reaches out and pats your arm, “Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot.”

You bend over and whisper, “I may steal Stiles for a few days. Make him feel a bit better.” You nod.

“He needs that. Please do.”

You smile and squeeze Stiles’ hand. “Bye guys.” You wave before leading him out to the Jeep.

You hop up into the drivers side, remembering the lessons Thomas gave you on driving stick. You start the Jeep and Stiles curls up in the passenger side, pulling his leg to his chest.

You head towards your house, turning down a different street. “I thought we were going to your house.” Stiles looks over at you.

“We are. We’re just taking a short detour.”

He raises an eyebrow but says nothing, looking back out the window. You pull up to a McDonald’s, Stiles smiling over at you. You order and hand him his drink, paying before going to your house. You lead him up to your room and you both sit on your bed.

“What’d you order me?” Stiles looks over at you.

“Chicken nuggets.” You hand him the box and he places his hand over his heart.

“Bless you.”

“Eat and you can shower. Your clothes are in my top drawer.” You point at your dresser and he nods.

“Thank you. I hate being in the hospital. I honestly wanted to go before Melissa found out, so I’m glad you got me out.”

“Why didn’t you want to be there when Melissa found out?” You lay back on your bed, eating fries.

“Melissa knowing means that Scott knows, which means everyone knows. If I’m not at the hospital I can just turn my phone off and ignore it.”

“I get it. It’ll just be you and I, okay? If you get sick of me just tell me.” You nod.

“I could never get sick of you. You’re the only person I want to be with right now.” He smiles.

“Hey, that reminds you want to tell Lydia?”

He shakes his head quickly, “No. I just want the ones who know now to know. You and Malia are the only extra ones who need to know.”

“Okay. If you’re sure.” You reach out and pat his hand. “Do you want to watch something?”

He nods, “Friends?”

“Of course.” You reach your hand over and grab the remote.

You eat and he showers, returning with his hair flat against his head. He looks a lot like Thomas like that.

“You look like Tommy.” You chuckle.

“Don’t say that to me.” Stiles laughs.

“You’re identical, Stiles.”

“I like to think I’m a little more attractive.”

You laugh and shake your head, pulling the covers back. “Get in bed.” You slide out as he gets in. “I have to change too.” He nods and grabs his phone.

“Don’t look, Stilinski. I mean it.”

“Okay, I’m not looking.”

You peel your jeans off and slip some shorts on. You flip through your closet before deciding on your sophomore homecoming shirt. You didn’t actually go, but Stiles did and you stole the shirt. You pull your shirt over your head, catching a glimpse of Stiles.


“What? I can’t help it! You’re right there!” He sits up.

“A simple sorry and an eye cover would’ve sufficed! Now you’re sitting up and you’re eye-level with my tits!”

“I mean…they’re nice tits..”


“Right. Yep. Got it.” He lays back down and covers his eyes.

“Jesus, you’re crazy.” You pull the shirt on and jump in the beside him.

“I didn’t mean to.” He glances over at you, his cheeks bright red.

“It’s fine.” You chuckle. “Come here.” You hold your arms out and he lays his head on your chest.

You slide your hand under his shirt, running it up and down his back. “You doing okay?”

“Yes and no. Being with you makes it a little less hard, but I can’t believe he’s gone…forever.”

“I know. I know, Stiles. I’m holding you here until you feel better too.”

“How do you plan on doing that?” He chuckles.

“I have my ways. You just saw me shirtless, everything is fair game.” You tease.

“I didn’t mean to see you shirtless!” He groans.

“You were staring, Stiles. I’m not stupid.”

“It was innocent staring.” He glances up at you and smiles devilishly.

You continue running your hand up and down his back, your fingertips grazing his skin. “I believe you.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“We haven’t hung out like this, me and you, in awhile.”

“I know.” You nod, “Let’s make it a habit.”

“Let’s.” He nods.

“For now, you’re my hostage until you’re feeling better. So you better get to writing a list of things that’ll make you feel better.”

Q&A with Simon D
  • Simon and you have been together for nearly 5 years and Simon has decided to do a short Q&A video with you. Simon has already tweeted out to his fans about the questions.
  • Simon: Hey everyone. Today [Y/N] and I will be answering questions from our fans.
  • You: What's the first question?
  • Simon: Someone's excited for this.
  • You: I only agreed to this because you promise you will let me choose what we eat tonight.
  • Simon: Shh I don't want our fans to know I bribed you into this. Ok, first question is where did you two go on your first date? Do you remember, babe?
  • You: Of course. But you always telling this story so you do it.
  • Simon: I asked her to dinner at my favourite restaurant, but after dinner I found out she doesn't like the place. [Y/N] asked me what I had plan next, I told her I was planning to go to the movies. She disagreed and we went to a bowling place after.
  • You: Dinner and a movie is boring babe. Sorry. But you had fun at the bowling place right?
  • Simon: Yeah it was fun. Here, read the next question.
  • You: What are your thoughts the first time meeting each other?
  • Simon: We actually met a club. It was an after party for some show. I was sitting in the VIP section and I saw her dancing from across the room. I thought wow that girl CANNOT dance.
  • You: Hey!
  • Simon: I'm just joking. But yeah, my first thought was wow she is so sexy so I got up and asked for her name.
  • You: Yeah, I remember seeing this guy who's wearing a grey GUCCI sweatshirt walking up to me and I thought, who in their right mind wears a sweatshirt to a club. Like it's so hot and stuffy in there. Then my second thought was he probably smells because I could see his sweat.
  • Simon: And do I smell?
  • You: Sometimes.
  • Simon: So [Y/N] what is the most romantic thing that I have done?
  • You: Hmm, for our one year anniversary we celebrated it at home. I had a long day at work and I told him I was fine with some take-out but this guy here surprised me. He made dinner, put rose petals on the bed and candles were everywhere.
  • Simon: I have many romantic things and you choose that one?
  • You: Yeah but I think that's the most romantic. Next question.
  • Simon: What are each other’s worst or annoying habits? [Y/N]'s most annoying habit is buying so many clothes and not wearing them. Some clothes in her closet still has tags on them. And when we go out she says she doesn't have anything to wear so I tell her to wear the clothes she bought a month ago. And when we are ready to go out, I would think she's wearing the new clothes but she wears her old clothes. Her clothes are taking up my side of the closet.
  • You: Whatever. You should buy another closet for yourself then. And don't forget you sometimes kick the blanket off the bed when we're sleeping. I'm always getting up and picking the blanket up. Learn how to keep the blanket ON the bed and I'll try to stop buying so much clothes.
  • Simon: Okay okay, I'll try. So the next question is what is your ideal date night?
  • You: I don't think we do a lot of date nights, right babe?
  • Simon: No, we don't. We prefer having lunch together.
  • You: Yeah, lunches, breakfast or brunches. We prefer spending the day together. But also, Simon sleeps super early. He gets into bed around 8:30pm. What old men do.
  • Simon: Hey! I'm not old.
  • You: Whatever you want to believe. Hmm the next question from this fan is a little out of the blue.
  • Simon: What is it?
  • You: Are there any weird fantasies/kinks that you have or into?
  • Simon: Weird fantasies or kinks? We don't have weird kinks.
  • You: Omg Simon. You just implied we have weird fantasies. I don't want to answer this one. I'm going to get a drink.
  • Simon: No, no sit down. You're staying right here babe.
  • You: I'm just going to cover my face then.
  • Simon: I won't go into too much detail or give our fans too much information. Actually I'll just say it in three words. Ready? Ok, toys and accessories.
  • You: Omg you did not just say accessories. What is that suppose to mean?
  • Simon: I told you, I'm not saying anything more. And baby, you should know what the accessories are..
  • You: Let's move on.
  • Simon: Okay last question, do you two have any funny, embarrassing sex stories? Wow our fans are something hey?
  • You: Haha yeah. I know one embarrassing story. Can I tell it?
  • Simon: Are you talking about the one with the phone call?
  • You: YES! Ok so we were at home and in the middle of 'it' , well actually we were both 'nearly there', when Simon's phone rings. The phone was on the bedside table and I asked Simon if he needed to get that. He shook his head and all that came out of his mouth was "Jay, Jay, Jay". Now imagine, you and your partner having the time of your life, you know, and your partner decides to call out his work mate's name when you're about close. It was so weird, yet extremely funny. Oh and if you didn't guess, the person who called him was Jay.
  • Simon: Please stop talking now and I'm surprised you could actually ask me a question when you're in the zone babe. Kudos.
  • You: I didn't say the exact words. I muttered, gosh. Anyway can I tell them what I told Jay the next day.
  • Simon: Aww, do you have too?
  • You: Yes. The fans deserves the whole story. So the next day, we saw Jay at the office and I blurted out what happened. I said to Jay, "my boyfriend busted a nut to you".
  • Simon: Okay okay. No more discussing this story and let's end this Q&A. You've gone too far babe.
  • You: Fine. And we're having ramen and dumplings tonight.
Random Drabble #1: Metal

Originally posted by 7teans

Title: Metal

Random Matchup: Woozi | Finding Out You Listen To Metal Music

Pairing: Woozi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Dude this is so fun I love doing these randomly matched drabbles haha, this is my first one. Let me know if you want more, it’s kinda weird and different, but I listen to metal so I had to, I just didn’t think this scenario would get matched up with Woozi lol so yeah, Enjoy haha

Send Me Two Numbers between 1-26 and I will make a drabble from it.


Looking around you stepped into the warm Pledis Headquarters as a new song played into your ears at full blast. Can I Play With Madness by Iron Maiden began to play and you nodded your head to the guitars and drums.

You nodded at the secretary at the desk, not needing to stop by to check in, she knew you all too well by now. Making your way down the hallway you reached the artist’s studios, where all the artist could produce their music. You stopped in front of the door with a gold sign reading “Jihoon” on it and pulled out one of your earbuds, turning down the music as you stepped in.

“Jihoon?” You said as you popped your head into the door, looking around before seeing his pink hair barely peeking over the large office chair, headphones on, fingers typing frivolously into the computer keyboard.

You smiled, realising he was too focused to notice you enter, but not wanting to interrupt you plopped yourself down on the sofa, sticking your earbud back in and pulling up Facebook messaging Vernon quickly.

     You: How does one get Jihoons attention?

     Vernon: Ah, is he ignoring you again?

     You: Not purposely, I just came in to see him but he is so into what he is doing he hasn’t even looked over to seen me walk in.

     Vernon: You don’t want to interrupt him again? When will you learn he needs to pay attention to you more. He has the most awesome girl in the world and he just ignores her. How rude.

You chuckle. Vernon and You had been best friends for years, you met when he lived in the states. When he moved to Korea to become an idol you kept in touch. After you started college a position opened up for a transfer to Korea, and since you didn’t really get along well with your family, and you missed your best friend a lot, you packed up and left without second guessing.

That’s when you met all the other members of Seventeen. They all welcomed you with open arms. All except Jihoon who was super shy, Veron told you later that he talked about you a lot and showed photos of you to the members and Jihoon took an interest in you.

It took three months before he asked you out, and here you were now, sitting in his studio as he was working on Seventeens upcoming album.

     You: Oh shush I just don’t want to bother him. He is working so hard right now.

     Vernon: Whatever you say, hey didn’t you say you were going to a concert tomorrow?

     You: Yeah, I am going to see Lamb Of God, I am surprised they are actually coming here, but I am not complaining.

     Vernon: Have you told Jihoon?

     You: No, why?

     Vernon: Don’t you think you should?

     You: Uh, I mean I guess so. I don’t see why it is such a big deal, it’s just a concert.

You could practically hear Vernon snicker, you hadn’t talked to Jihoon about how you listened to Heavy Metal mostly because you thought he would dislike you for it.  Jihoon mostly listened to soft Pop and classical music, occasionally though you would catch him listening to Fall Out Boy or Paramore which made you smile, but you knew there is no way he would ever like your metal music and that was okay, you just worried he would think you were weird.

Mind wandering, you laid down on the sofa, closing your eyes and enjoying as your music continued to play, the guitar solos always gave you chills and the double bass made you want to bang your head till it was sore. Before you knew it you were dozing off.

You were woken up to a kiss on the nose. Wrinkling your nose you looked up at your lovely boyfriend who looked back at you, his face a mixture of confusion and shock.

“Y/n? How long have you been here?” He said as you sat up and crossed your legs and looked at him, taking out your headphones tilting your head.

“Sorry, what did you say, my music was still on.” 

He chuckled a little. “Why do you always have your music up so loud it’s going to hurt your ears,” he said as sat down next to you and leant over, moving a piece of hair behind your ear. “I asked how long you have been here.”

You smiled, “Hey, I enjoy my music is all,” you say as you blush before looking down at your phone. “I got here about an hour ago, but I didn’t want to bother you so I just waited, sorry I dozed off,” you said as you took your headphones out of your mp3 player and put them in your pocket.

He rolls his eyes. “You can always stop me, you know I won’t get mad,” he said as he leant back against the sofa.

“I know, I just didn’t want to,” you said as you placed your mp3 in your back pocket, but suddenly it starts playing at full volume, A Slayer song came blasting from the speakers and you jumped and tried to stop it. “Shoot! Sorry, sorry!” You finally press stop and look up at Jihoon his face, looking at you in shock.

“Sweetheart, what are you listening to!?” He said suddenly and grabbed your Mp3 player from your hands and scrolled through the playlist it was on. “You listen to Heavy Metal!” He looks at you confused “Why didn’t you say that you did?”

You facepalmed and rubbed your hands down your face slowly. “Yeah, I started listening to it when I was in high school, Vernon and I went to a few shows back in the day.”

He furrowed his brow. “So you and Vernon both listen to Metal?”

You chuckled, “Oh god no, Vernon tagged along with me because I made him, but in return, I had to go to his rap concerts.” You scrunched your nose thinking of having to attend the T-Pain concert, it was awful.

Jihoon laughed a little at your reaction before he handed you back your mp3 player. “Sounds lovely.” He paused then bit his lip, “Why have you never mentioned it before?”

You shrugged, “I knew you didn’t like it so I never bothered to tell you I guess, sorry babe.”

He smiled a little, “I guess you’re right, I am not much for crazy music, I prefer calm relaxing music.”

“I will admit though, I was worried you would think I was crazy or not like me because of it,” you said as you blushed looking down at your mp3.

“Don’t be silly, that such a petty thing to think,” he said has he lifted your chin and kissed your lips. “I am happy I learned something new about you today”



You ignored your phone going off as you kissed him back. Once you separated you looked down at your phone “Oh, there is one more thing I need to tell you,” you say as you look at the messages.

     Vernon: If it’s ‘just a concert’ why not invite him along?

     Vernon: Also Seungkwan told me if you do, make sure you record his reaction

“I am actually going to a concert tomorrow, Vernon thinks you should come with me, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you said as you reply to Vernon quickly, turning off your phone and shrugging.

“I, uh, if it will make you happy I will go with you, but I know I won’t enjoy the music.”

You chuckle and give him a quick peck on the cheek, “It’s okay, I don’t expect you to, thank you.”

He blushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Your welcome.”



Drunk-en love... (Ong Seongwoo) Pt. 2


  • College AU
  • Your best friends are: Kang Daniel, Ong Seongwoo, Kim Sohye

Part 1  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5

Part 2: What are friends for?

Minjun chuckled before reaching for your hand. “I promised you that date, remember? I’m free right now, unless you aren’t, because then we can just do it another time.”

“Oh yeah, of course! I’m actually free right now so…” You started to get up when Ong grabbed your other arm.

“No she’s not.”

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