“Choose Me” (ft. BTS’ Suga) - Yoongi’s Alternate Ending

a/n: If you haven’t read the series, I suggest that you read it first before scrolling. Here is the much awaited alternate ending to Choose Me. Please read the premise before proceeding. Enjoy! This brings back a lot of feels for me personally and hopefully to you as well! 

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxYoongi

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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Premise: If the reader were to end up with Yoongi, the series would have ended at Chapter 21 and the following is how Chapter 21 would have looked like if Y/N and Yoongi ended up together. Jimin’s feelings still exist, but if the story had ended with Yoongi, I would have included a scene in the epilogue of Jimin nonchalantly saying, “You know, I used to like you.” or smth like that. I will not do an epilogue for this anymore because that’d be spoiling you guys too much. (jk but really my brain can’t handle it anymore.)

“Oppa!” you exclaimed when you Jin in his black gown and cap. You tried waving at him, but your hands were full. He beamed at you and jogged over. “Congratulations!”

He laughed and hugged you tightly before pulling you to his side. “어, 고마워 우리 귀여운 동생이~”

You beamed at him and handed him a bouquet of flowers and small box of cookies. “Congratulations for graduating, oppa! You finally graduated!”

“Ya, what do you mean finally?” he scolded as you linked arms with him and began walking. “For your information, I was only delayed by a term.”

You nodded along, “Okay, okay, it’s your graduation. I will laugh at all of your jokes during your speech later.”

He frowned at you and you only laughed again. “But seriously, congratulations. I’m kinda sad that you’re leaving.” your grip on his arm tightened unconsciously. “I mean, you’re like my real brother, I’m going to miss you nagging at me.”

“Wa…” he let out in disbelief. “..you must be so happy.” Jin noticed that you had another bouquet tucked between your arms, so he nodded towards it. “Who’s that for? The other guy?”

“Yeah, his name is not banned anymore, you know.” your wrinkled your nose at him. “He’s graduating too, so I’m here to congratulate him. You know that he doesn’t have a great relationship with his parents.”

Jin shrugged in response. “Fair enough. Are you happy though? Will this make you happy?”

“Hmmm…” you thought for a second. “You know, by now, I thought I’d still be confused and sad. I thought I’d regret the decision I made, but strangely, I’m just… fine. I’m not jumping for joy everyday, but I’m not crying either. It’s really weird, I guess time really heals all wounds.”

Jin glanced down at you and patted your head. “That’s great, that makes me feel relieved. You know what, no more boys! Boys just suck the life out of you.” you giggled, shaking your head. “Don’t tell me… Wait, it’s still him? After all these time? I thought you didn’t want to…”

“I don’t know. Maybe? Now that I took a step back from all of them, I finally realized the true answer. After all the trouble it took to arrive at that answer, I just want to take my time and heal. I’m letting the story unfold by itself.” you two started to walk more slowly as you approached the graduation hall.

“What about all that talk about choosing the one you love?” Jin raised his eyebrow at you, but you only looked ahead.

“It’s not that I’m not choosing him, it’s just that I’ve gone through so much and have been hurt for too long just to make this choice that I don’t want to ruin it just because I rushed into things.” you let out a huge breath, feeling as if you had just unloaded a heavy burden off your back.

Jin broke free from you and held you within arm’s length. “Look at you, eo? Look at where you are, look at where you started… You’ve come so far and you’ve grown so much.”

You easily felt the tears well in your eyes. “I couldn’t have done without you being there for me. Thank you so much, Seokjin-oppa.” your lower lip jutted out as you tried to hold in your tears.

Jin laughed boisterously, his infamous ahjae laugh that didn’t suit his face, and ruffled your hair. “Aigoo, you’re still a crybaby. You’re a big girl now, you don’t need me anymore.”

You smacked his chest and headed inside with him to the graduation hall. He gave a splendid speech as the outgoing student council president and brilliantly turned an ahjae joke into an inspiring quote.

“Why did the chicken cross the road?” he asked and everyone was prepared for the punchline. “…because it wasn’t afraid to take risks.”

The crowd exploded in cheers and you clapped along. Jin sent his patented hand kiss for the last time and got a standing ovation.

When the ceremony had ended, you searched through the crowd, looking for one person. Somehow, it felt like deja vu. You were always the one looking for him and today, you were looking for him as well.

Finally, you spotted him with a number of girls congratulating him and his thesis mates taking pictures with him. You watched from a considerable distance quietly. You waited for him to notice you and when he did, you waved the bouquet at him.

Min Yoongi, with his black hair and perfect skin, always looked good in black, but seeing him in his graduation robes somehow made your heart swell with pride, but with such surge in emotions also came memories of that night six months ago…

“I don’t know.” You sighed, answering his question by another, “Someone once told me that you can choose who you can fall in love with. Do you believe that?”

“No.” he paused. “Well, actually… I don’t know.”

“Why? Why not?” you pressed, trying to meet his eyes which were looking at your hands.

“I’ve never loved anyone but you.” his gaze was sincere and warm in contrast to his cold touch. “Y/N, you’re my best friend and it took me a while to realize, but I know it now. I made you wait for such a long time, but we’re here now and you don’t have to do anything, I will come for you this time.”

You inhaled with closed eyes, his words brought back the answer that you lost, “Jimin… He… He once said that we all do unfair and selfish things for love. Do you also believe that?”

“Yes. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be saying all of these if I didn’t think that I don’t deserve a second chance.” Yoongi pleaded you with his eyes, something that you were seeing for the first time in your life.

You were quiet for a very long time because you sorted out all the possible answers that you could give Yoongi until you realized… he didn’t need an answer. “Exactly.” The word was out before you knew it and you could see Yoongi’s pupils shaking, trying to search your face for explanations. “You see, I don’t believe that. Love should be selfless… I just, I don’t why you’re doing this to me!” your voice shook until it died down to a whisper. “왜, 윤기야? 지금 왜? Why didn’t you hold onto me when I was giving myself to you? Why are you trying to get me back now when I finally moved on from you?”

“I…” Yoongi was flustered, it was obvious that this was not the answer he expected. “I…didn’t have a choice.”

“Bullshit, Yoongi.” you spat out and shot out of the chair. “You always have a choice, I had a choice… a choice that led me to you a long, long time ago.” The image of the picture on your table suddenly crossed your mind. “I decided to love you and I spent years doing that because I thought that once I made my decision, I couldn’t change my mind, but now…” you tried to catch your breath. “I think I can, so I’m choosing for myself. I choose me. Believe it or not, in the past few months that I wasn’t with you, I learned how to live. I stopped waiting for you the moment you chose to look the other way. More than anything, I chose to move on. Thank you for loving me and letting me love you all these time.”

You took slow steps towards him and he looked at you with a lopsided smile. “Did you get me flowers?”

You chuckled at his mocking tone, glad that you were able to talk to him like this again. “No. Jimin got you flowers as an apology for not being able to come since he’s performing for that end of the year thing tomorrow. He’ll try to catch us at dinner though.”

He shrugged and accepted the bouquet nonetheless. “Thanks anyway.”

“Congratulations on graduating.” you smiled genuinely at him and he received it graciously with a slight nod. “Come on, I’ll buy you jjajangmyun.” you turned around to leave and Yoongi caught your wrist.

“Can’t it really be me? Can’t it be me again?” The way he enunciated each word already told you how much he hesitated to ask.

You turned slightly, just enough to look him in the eye. “I… also don’t know. I’m sorry.”

He nodded. His crestfallen gaze hitting the floor faster than raindrops hit pavements. It’s not that he didn’t know that he hurt you. In fact, he knew too damn well. It’s not he didn’t understand that you needed time, he did because admittedly, he knew he also benefitted from the six months that he wasn’t with you, but ultimately, he didn’t know if it was worth it.

He didn’t know if you were still in love with him as he was in love with you.

And if Yoongi wanted to avoid something, it was you slipping from his fingers again.

As he watched you walk slowly away from him, his heart constricted at the rather familiar yet unwelcome sight of your back. He no longer wanted to see such a view, he’d much rather walk side by side and hold your hand and kiss your temples. All the things that he denied for himself.

But not anymore, so he walked with quick strides until he was by your side. In the blunt manner that he always did, he took your hand in his. You flinched, turning to him with a look of surprise. You met his gaze then stared at your interlocked fingers before looking at him again.  

“What are you doing?” your voice was soft and yet the way it lilted in the end told Yoongi that he was hurting you again by keeping his mouth and eyes shut.

“Y/N, I can’t… I can’t let you go. I can’t pretend that I’m not in love with you any longer than I already have in the past.” his grip tightened on your fingers and at this point, your heart felt an old erratic pattern, one that it has learned and forgotten and learned again many times over. “Please…”

And it was at that second that you finally listened to the rhythm that your heart sang.

Your heart beat for Yoongi, as simple as that.

You pried your fingers away from his solid grip and Yoongi felt like he was socked in the stomach. He looked at you with glassy eyes that have never held such confusion, agony and a mixture of a thousand prickling emotions at the same time.

“I’m not going anywhere, Yoongi.” you smiled genuinely and maybe painfully too. You weren’t swimming in euphoric bliss, but somehow, as you closed the distance between you and Yoongi with your arms wrapped securely around his neck, you knew you’ll be fine. “I’m going to try again. I sincerely believe that we went through all that pain, so that we could be like this; so that we could hold each other like this.”

Yoongi’s trembling hands wrapped around you, burying his face in your neck. His graduation cap fell as he hugged you close, the tremors from his hand, travelling the expanse of his whole nervous system.

“Yoongi, you’re shaking.” you muttered as you patted his back.

“I’m not.” was his stubborn reply. “I’m happy.”

“Fair enough.” you laughed and Yoongi didn’t know how much he missed the sound of your unabashed, unforced laughter.

“Y/N… You know I’m not letting you go again, right?” his already quiet voice dropped a decibel lower and you finally understood that he felt as much pain as you did, if not ten times over. “You can’t hold me now and decide that you’re going to change your mind later–”

“I know, Yoongi.” If holding him closer means you can also caress his already fragile heart, then you were going to do just that. “You’re a little late, but thanks for choosing me.”

He chuckled, finally pulling away to brush and flatten your unruly hair. “I’m not choosing you when you were the only choice from the beginning. There was no contest, Y/N. You’re the only one.”

You smiled, you kept smiling and you didn’t realize until Yoongi wiped the lone tear from your eyes that you had been waiting for those words all these time. “Finally…”

Finally. Finally was the word that rang in your head when Yoongi inched closer to your face. It was the words you whispered when his lips hovered over yours until he kissed you.

Finally, he chose you. Finally, your fates crossed again.

You will be faced with many choices in life and sometimes you will make the wrong ones, sometimes the right ones. Some days, you would think that you don’t have a choice, but you do. It’s okay to make mistakes, to stumble and to lose your way because at the end of the day, if it’s the right choice, it will come through.

You will be happy. You can be happy.

Choose to be happy.

End of Alternate Ending.

I was talking to this dude and he was like “how many genders are there” and to avoid confrontation I essentially said all over the world and throughout history there has been different estimations on how many genders there are, and that I also didn’t really care how many there were. And he said some transphobic bs (if you have a penis you’re a boy, if you have a vagina you’re a girl and something about hormones), and I said I disagree and that isn’t true for really any human. That secondary and main sex characteristics don’t always align, how hormone levels can vary, and that I actually have a disorder that means I have extremely high levels of testosterone. (This is were it gets funny to me) He’s asks “how is that possible?” and I (confused because I didn’t know what he was referring to) responded “how is what possible?” And he said, straight to my face “how do you make testosterone? Where is it made? Girls can’t make testosterone!” And I was had one of those are-you-fucking-kidding-me moments where I looked into the camera like it’s the office. I told him that all humans make both testosterone and estrogen and he fucking sent me a bunch of random pictures (including a dick pick) and then BLOCKED ME. HE BLOCKED ME BECAUSE I SAID HUMANS MAKE MORE THAN ONE HORMONE.

major creds to julie for showing just how genuine and loving magnus and vilde’s relationship is. i feel like most people felt that it was a shallow relationship based purely on the sexual side of it, but in the final clip it was proved that that is not true. they really do love each other and they help each through their hard times. the way the camera pans to magnus saying ‘everything okay?’ shows just how much he cares for vilde.
it is beautiful


I’m so glad this long scene has made readers uncomfortable because it made me uncomfortable to write it! I know Lala seems very harsh and cruel, especially since she has been a sweetheart all this time, but I really wanted to be true to Lala and her situation. Remy has lied and cheated and disrespected her for so long and I think the fact that he even went so far as to cheat while she is pregnant was too much for her. She wanted to hurt him as deeply as he hurt her. She also wants to put Steven Brandt behind her, and Remy is not allowing her to heal from it by plotting to kill him. So yeah, all of that caused her to lash out and be cruel and it’s hard for her, because there isn’t anyone she loved more than him. Honestly, I think he deserved every nasty word. Thank you so much for reading this far! lol

anonymous asked:

Does hinata really only show up in 40 pages of the manga?If so how is nh considered a developed ship?I'm neutral to nh but I'd Like to know if this is really true.

I’ve never cared enough to count, so I’m afraid I can’t verify that for you, but even if it’s true, I don’t see why that’s relevant considering how it’s what happened during their interactions that’s important, it’s not about the frequency of their interaction.

Case in point - Shikamaru and Temari, who are commonly referred to by anti extremists as being the only canon couple that made sense, had less interaction than Naruto and Hinata did.

anonymous asked:

oh u can ignore it if u are uncomfortable but i like!!! transboy yuri concept a lot. wdyt abt it?? sorry lol

i don’t really have an opinion on this? it’s not one of my headcanons but i’ve read a few fics where he was written as trans, and i think it was done really well and true to his character!

flowundertale  asked:

19 (I would)

Would i go back in time if i was given a chance?
Not really, it’s true that I say it would be cool if I could sometimes but if that really was possible then I wouldn’t do it cause that would completely change the future. (That butterfly effect) besides I would freak out if I would see older me in front of me right now xD

I’m having one of those moments where I’m not sure what I want to do with my life or how to get there. I really hate when this happens because I start to feel hopeless and I can feel the depression sinking in.
I try so hard to stay positive and believe in the adages that say “it’s never too late to start over”. But I wonder if that’s really true. Because everything I wanted to do when I was younger seems so silly to try to do now, or even attempt because it’s not like I can just jump right into it. Everything takes time. But just how much time do I have? Do I need to just quit being a dreamer and face up to the fact that I’ll never truly be who I once thought I was?

anonymous asked:

Some fans are getting all around frustrated with 5H or whoever is behind what crap is happening. They're working hard and the people are not seeing results. They're not really going to any important events and just keeping themselves relevant. If it's really true that they're going to release the album by 2018, they should just focus on the album or solo songs this year. The things they're doing right now is not making them any new fans.

they really think them performing old songs and down to fans will make them any more relevant. the funny thing is they said after the tour was done a new era would start but i have seen NOTHING new

anonymous asked:

You have an official statement from Gillian. She said she would never discuss her private relationships again. She stuck to her word. Just because people want to know and hear her thoughts fans aren't entitled to that. She doesn't want to share and she said so and she doesn't. What is it in that statement people don't understand?

Yeah, in this case she really stays true to her words. Good for her!

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈

Ten years ago, I was scared of the gym locker room, because girls were calling me a dyke at every turn. I was 12 and oblivious and had to ask what that meant, and so began the question that would haunt me for years: AM I a dyke? In my heart, in the darkest, most isolated corner of my consciousness, a voice always answered yes. But I hated that, because the girls in the locker room had made it clear: to be a dyke was a bad thing. And so I fought against it; although looking back, I inadvertently stumbled into quite a few lesbian stereotypes along the way! Until finally, at 17, I admitted to myself what I’d really known to be true the whole time. And I embraced the thing I’d feared, if only among friends. And for the next few years, I gradually came out to those around me. Still though, I was gay, a lesbian, even queer; but never a dyke. Dyke was bad. And I joined the high school GSA, and then my college’s Rainbow Alliance. I took on leadership roles. I came out in classrooms, studied LGBTQ history and language, wrote papers and essays and poetry about our community, our health, and our politics. I made friends with other LGBTQ people, advocated for their rights as well as my own. But all the while, I never entered a public space, even a pride event or a gay bar, and said “hey, I’m gay,” except in the context of a Rainbow Alliance event. Even then, I kept my own identity as ambiguous as possible. And still, at 22, I’ve never said “I’m a dyke.” But yesterday, I went to my first Pride event. And I didn’t say the words, but I existed in public as a queer woman. I was wished and wished others a “happy Pride,” like a holiday. I drank a rainbow slushee and smiled and didn’t feel anxious or ashamed. I didn’t feel ashamed. Because for the first time in ten years, that terrified twelve-year-old stepped out of not just the closet, but out of the locker room, too. And I felt like I could be not just gay, not just a lesbian, not just a queer woman-but a Dyke. I could be a Dyke, and that’s something to celebrate. Something worthy of a festival, a holiday weekend. It’s something to be Proud of, with a capital P. Happy Pride, indeed. And by the way, I’m a dyke 😉🌈

When you’re wearing HP merch and someone tells you “omg I love Harry Potter! I’m a Gryffindor.” and you think to yourself “are you really a Gryffindor or do you say you are because Harry, Ron and Hermione were Gryffindors and therefor you think it’s the only worthy house because you’ve watched the movies once 4 years ago and don’t really know about the true complexity and attributes that belong to each house and are ignorant to the brilliance and potential of the other houses.” or when someone you just met says “I’m a slytherin, obviously.” and you think to yourself “are you an actual Slytherin or do you say you are because you’re ‘totally evil’ and ‘edgy’ since that’s the (wrong) impression the world seems to have about Slytherins and they’re all connected to the villains in the story, even if the villain presents zero Slytherin traits.”