*floods her office with flowers* *hosts an event that celebrates SG and makes a fucking statue* *decidedly makes time to go out on small dates with Kara despite hectic schedule* *risks her LIFE EVERY DAMN TIME*
I want friends that are long distance. We can become besties one day meet. Know each other’s secrets. I want friends who I can be real with. Littles I can be little with no matter what and they understand me. Be big with and they understand.
“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]
Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?
Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)
Secret Agent AU
Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, harassment, and bullying)
A/N: *screams into abyss cause the QUEEN HAS ARRIVED*
"Don’t. Say. Anything.“ Yoongi warned
through gritted teeth as he stepped out, finally fully transformed into his new
female persona, Min Yoonji.
whistled playfully, "Hey good-looking, you free tonight, hm?”
my gosh. Shut up, Hoseok.“ Yoongi groaned.
how can you be so pretty?” Jimin gawked, reaching out to touch the short
bob wig that was strapped onto Yoongi’s head.
didn’t want a long one. Too irritating.“ Yoongi growled as he flicked his
hair away. "Everyone, stop making a fuss!”
those legs though.“ Tae teased. "You have some nice model legs,
hyung. If only you were taller…”
was that punk?“ Yoongi lunged at Tae, but the latter scurried behind
Namjoon for protection. Yoongi huffed and adjusted his skirt. "Did I ever
say how much I hate this plan?”
about a billion times.“ You giggled as you came out in your uniform too.
SO CUTE, Y/N! I JUST WANT TO SQUISH YOU!” Tae cooed and pinched your
giggled at his affection and swatted his hands away lightly.
coughed to divert everyone’s attention back to him.
Remember, the mission right now is to gather as much intel as we can and scout
out possible suspects. Your goal, Y/N and Yoongi, is to get into the popular
clique, since all of the murderer’s targets seem to have been part of that
group, and get all the gossip – what were victims doing before the attack, did
they receive threats, did they do anything similar. We want to find a pattern
so we can get into the killer’s mind and get one step ahead of him before the
next death occurs. Give me a status update daily, and we’ll monitor from the
outside on our end. But we can’t do too much on the inside to help you since
the school is on high security, and no one should know we’re getting involved
in the case, since the murderer might be among them. As we said, find the
camera blind spots if you need to interact as agents. Your dormitory is the
safest room since there are no cameras and it’s been cleared for any possible
made something that blocks off sound or makes it seem like you two are
inaudibly whispering.” Taehyung stepped forward and placed a little ball
into your palm. “Just click the button, and it’ll interfere with the hearing
frequencies of everyone around you, except for the other person who has the
pair.” He handed another to Yoongi.
that, I must stress that you both have to blend in and not engage if anything
suspicious occurs, even if you find the murderer.“ Namjoon emphasized.
eyes fell on you knowingly, and you grinned guiltily.
but let’s say we’re witnessing the
murderer murdering? We should definitely step in then right?”
exhaled. “We must keep your roles undercover. If the murderer knows your
identities, he might flee or target you two. If you must interfere, keep this
in mind: do not get caught.”
nodded and saluted. “Aye, aye Captain!”
of luck, Y/N and Yoongi. Stay safe in there.“
a good time in school sweeties ~” Hoseok playfully air-kissed your cheeks
in a motherly fashion.
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First sentence: "What the heck did I just walk into?"
“What the heck did I just walk into?” Adrien asked, his question breaking the chaotic sounds of fighting that echoed throughout the classroom. The brief pause in the noise was short-lived, to say the least.
“I can’t even believe you’d think-”
“That’s a least a contender on the top ten stupidest things I’ve ever heard you say Kim, and there’s a lot of strong candidates.”
“She’s so overrated, like come on!”
“Guys stop fight-”
“NINO LAHIFFE YOU TAKE THAT BACK OR I’M BREAKING UP WITH YOU!”
“I’m gonna call my daddy-”
Adrien had no idea what had caused such a ruckus, but whatever the issue of debate was, it was being taken very seriously. It seemed as though any minute his classmates would be applying war paint and demanding the heads of the opposing side on spears. He could barely distinguish any sentences from the massive armageddon before him. Where was Ms. Bustier? Did stuff like this happen often when he was away at photo shoots?
“What is going on?” he asked again, in a feeble attempt to steal the attention of one of his classmates. It seemed that no one could hear him.
“A yo-yo isn’t even a weapon, Ivan!”
“Well, that’s what makes it cool! And the way she swings with it is really neat, you know?”
“Guys…can we stop fighting?”
“Ladybug is obviously better because we’re like…besties! And Chat Noir wouldn’t even do my physics homework for me!”
“Chat Noir is really hot!”
“A bo staff is a waaaay cooler weapon than a yoyo. Adrien, back me up on this!” Adrien heard Nino yell.
“Don’t pull me into this, man…” Adrien responded dryly.
“Come on, Agreste!” Ayla teased. Then she began to chant, “Pick a side! Pick a side!” To Adrien’s dismay, he saw several other classmates join in. The class was split evenly into two “teams”. Alya, Chloe, Sabrina, Rose, Juleka, Ivan, and Mylene, were on the “Ladybug” side, and Nino, Nathaniel, Alix, Kim, Lila, Max, and (to his delight) Marinette were on the “Chat Noir” side.
It was an easy choice for him. He rolled his eyes and strutted over to the Ladybug side. And the chaos returned.
There was some sort of cruel irony in being booed by your own avid supporters, Adrien supposed. But one thing’s for certain, he was relieved when Ms. Bustier returned and there would be no more Ladybug vs. Chat Noir debates. Well, in that period, anyway.
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okay but like,,, can we talk about chrisana for a moment,,,, they were hoverboard besties in s1 and now we got that ADORABLE moment in the otherwise horrible clip that shall not be named,,,, now chris pls talk to sana and sana pls open up to chris,,,,, she’ll listen!!! she’ll help you!! she’ll make a stupid joke!! pls julie just gimme a chrisana talk it’s all i want at this point
I know we talk about D.Va and Lucio being a brotp (when not shipping them) but can we please talk about Lucio and Tracer being wholesome, dorky bffs?
Like, I want these guys to be advice gurus for each other. I want them to be chill gamer buddies (much different from when D.Va plays, which is super competitive). I want them to be wrapped up in Snuggies and sharing a coffee table filled with snacks and watching random movies while they fawn over their jobs that they love so much and their fans that they love just as much. I want them to just hang out at home and do each other’s hair and nails while they hesitantly complain about the irritating things that had happened that day because they’re too nice to openly talk about such things in public (where D.Va would happily complain in public).
Can we PLEASE talk about Tracer and Lucio being squishy, cinnamon roll besties?
As soon as those words left Jian yi’s mouth, Zhengxi’s head snapped to look at him. “What?”
“Break up, you know separate and stuff like that, we can go back to just being besties…Yeah we can do that.” Jian yi decided, never moving his eyes from the screen; expertly getting himself killed.
Zhengxi was dumbfounded as he tried to let the words sink in…’break up?’
As the words finally reached his brain, Jian yi was fucking breaking up with him god damn it, he quickly paused the game.
“WHAT?!” He asked loudly, trying to get his boyfriend to look at him, ‘cause a break up isn’t really on his to do list today, to look at him.
“Xixi come on, let’s just go with it.” Jian yi said, unpausing the game.
Zhengxi growled and turned off the console, grabbing Jian yi’s wrist tightly.
“Just go with it? Are you fucking kidding me Jian yi? This isn’t funny, alright, so cut the bullshit.” He fumed, his temper getting the best of him. ‘He’s keeping things from me again.’
“Do you see me laughing, Zhengxi?” Jian yi asked seriously, his eyes rapidly reddening as tears threatened to fall; but still he refused to look at his soon-to-be-or-already-ex-boyfriend knowing that if he did it would be all over.
It felt weird hearing his actual name from Jian yi’s mouth, and frankly it wasn’t at all pleasing. Zhengxi was suddenly more aware that this was really happening, it was happening fast.
“W-why? Atleast tell me why.” Zhengxi pleaded, he knew shouting and fighting with Jian yi would only cause things to get more complicated.
“Because this, us, we’re not working out.” Jian yi answered, putting emphasis on us.
“W-what? But isn’t this what you want?” Was he wrong? Was this not what Jian yi wanted all along? Did he grow tired of him? Did he find someone else? Those thoughts made Zhengxi dread Jian yi’s answer more than he already did.
“Of course I do! It’s all I ever wanted.” Jian said and for the first time since they first spoke, he looked at Zhengxi, tears freely streaming down his face.
“Then why?” Zhengxi whispered, taken aback by Jian yi’s broken, tear-filled face. His heart ached as he remembered a scene, in the rain, running from something that should have been everything. He looked the same.
“Because it’s not what you want.” Jian yi answered simply, a broken smile fitting on his face, just like months ago.
At that moment, Zhengxi felt nothing but anger and he knew he should have said something else, should have comforted Jian yi, told him he did, he does, want this; but all that came out from him was a sarcastic, “So now you know me so much that you can tell me what I do and don’t want?”
“Zhengxi you know it’s not like that,” Jian yi started but was cut off with a furious voice.
“Well maybe I don’t. Why don’t you tell me since you know so much, right?” Zhengxi growled out, letting his temper get ahead of himself again.
Jian yi sighed as he tried to get out of Zhengxi’s bruising grip, knowing that if he didn’t stop this now, there won’t be anything left of them to salvage. “Zhengxi, come on, let’s just talk about this some other time.”
“So what? You’re running away again? Running away like the fucking coward you are?” Zhengxi mocked him, remembering the countless times they danced around the subject of being together.
He knew he should really stop, he knew he was hurting Jian yi again, but God damn it he was hurt. Who does Jian yi think he is? Making decisions by himself, so fucking selfish.
“Why can’t you let it go, Zhengxi? I told you we won’t stop being friends.” Jian yi tried to reason with him as he again tried harder to take off Zhengxi’s hand, he was reaching his limit, he had to get out.
“Because I need you to tell me,” Zhengxi hissed out. “I need you to give me a reason why you’re breaking up with me.”
“I told you, we’re not working out.” Jian yi said, feeling as though the walls was suffocating him, trying to force the answers from him. He had to get out. Now.
“THAT’S BULLSHIT. JUST TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH!” Zhengxi shouted, his last thread of patience diminishing.
Just like that the dam inside Jian yi broke.
“You wanna know the fucking truth? I’m gonna give you the fucking truth. It’s because I’m hurt. Why is it that everytime we’re together, why do I feel so alone. Why do I feel like everytime I talk to you, you don’t seem to listen. Am I annoying you? Everytime I touch you, you push me away and it hurts, okay? It hurts so fucking bad because I feel like I’m forcing myself to you. I feel like i’m forcing you.” Jian yi ranted, his ragged breaths hurried as he choked on his words and tears.
“Jian yi…” Zhengxi whispered, all traces of anger gone from as his, ex? Bestfriend? He doesn’t even know anymore, break down in front of him.
“Everytime I tell you I love you, tell you I miss you, you never say them back; and that hurts. Everytime you ditch me for someone or something else, that hurts. Every fucking time I see someone else with you, someone better, someone who can give what I can’t, that fucking hurts,” Jian yi stopped to take a breath, taking Zhengxi’s distraction as a way to get his wrist free.
“And I feel so stupid because right from the start, I knew this wasn’t going to work out; but God I tried so hard for it to. I tried so hard for you; but in the end it still wasn’t enough.” He stopped again and asked. “Am I really that unlovable?”
“No Jian yi…” Zhengxi trailed off, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as well.
“So what, am I like some pity party? Just so your conscience wouldn’t feel guilty?” Jian yi asked.
“THEN TELL ME WHY!” Jian yi shouted but continued in a much softer voice, “I can only take so much until I have enough, Zhengxi. I love you so fucking much, God knows I do, but sometimes that isn’t enough. It will never be enough unless you love me back, and I’m sorry if I can’t wait anymore. I tried my best, but I have to give up, I have to give you up; not because I want to, but because you never gave me a reason not to.” He said, looking at Zhengxi to see if there was anything, anything that would make him stay.
For a moment they stared at each other, broken gazes finding nothing but pain and guilt, until Zhengxi broke it with a soft, barely audible; “I’m sorry…”
There was finality in Jian yi’s eyes, acceptance. Zhengxi had made his decision, in a way it always had been his decision; because at the end of the day, he still didn’t love him the same way Jian yi did.
Jian yi shook his head gently and smiled at him, “I have to go.” He said then turned to leave. As soon as he was out of the door, he broke down into a broken heap, desperately trying to keep his voice down.
Zhengxi stared at the place Jian yi was only standing a few minutes ago, he did it. More like he did it again, he failed Jian yi. He should have stopped him. Told him he loved him. Told him he wasn’t letting him go. Begged him for another chance; but in the end, just like before, he didn’t do shit.
Jian yi was right, he was always right, it was all his fault. He kept on hurting him. Kept on keeping to himself. Rejecting him. Why? Because he was afraid of other’s reaction? And he called Jian yi a coward, what a fucking hypocrite he was. Jian yi deserved someone so much better.
And now, now that he realized all of this, he might never have the chance to right his wrong. Tell him wanted him. He wanted them. Tell him he does love him. So much that he’s dying right now; is this what Jian yi felt? All those years ago? Right now?
At that thought he couldn’t hold it in any longer, he broke down, crying out Jian yi’s name, just like he did in the rain, when they were running from something that should have been everything.