Step 1: Quickly get off your chair and arrange a chair for your husband beside you when he is greeting your friend.
Step 2: Gently brush a hand on his back as he passes in front of you.
Step 3: Make eye contact with him once he is seated to make sure he is comfortable. If you notice that his chair is too far away from yours make him pull it closer.
Step 4: Fix him a drink. But what if there is no new glass for him? No problem. Just finish the drink in your glass and fix him a drink in the same glass since you have share way more bodily fluids than saliva with him.
Step 5: Carefully read the labels on each bottle before choosing the best one for him. Make sure the one you choose smells good before pouring him a glass.
Step 6: When you hand him the glass, make sure it looks nonchalant and hide your face.
Deep way down in your heart You’re burning, yearning for some-
Somebody to tell you That life ain’t passing you by
- Kenny Loggins, Footloose
This is my piece for @carryonmywaywardlester ‘s fic “You’re Gonna Learn to Dance for PBB17! We’re excited to finally release this after so much collaboration over the past few months. Go read the fic, please! Thank you so much again to Claire for her brilliant ideas and support that inspired me to make my favorite fan art so far!
(P.S. Here’s the Footloose playlist I made specifically for this fic x )
BTS Reaction |Falling For You While Being in A Relationship
Requested by Anonymous,“Hello, I love your blog so much! You’re such a talented writer! Can I request a reaction to BTS falling for one of their friends (who is the reader/OC) while they have a girlfriend? Sorry if my english is weird. Thank you and I love you! 💖💖💖”
It’s been awhile since he realized he had feelings for you and he was terrified. He knew he had to choose one, his best friend or his significant other; but it was hard for him as he was too afraid to confront his girlfriend and splatter a mess he’d rather not clean up. He loves you, spending every passing day with you and even cancelling meet ups with his girlfriend like she was nothing but a nuisance. His phone always purred with texts whenever he was with you, and once he finally got tired of it one day as he forced the device to slumber when you both went out to eat, you finally ask him about it. “Is it your jagi calling?” You ask with a teasing smile as he blows on his steaming beverage.
“Nah,” he whispers, sliding the phone into his pocket, “it’s no one important.”
The moment Yoongi realized he was falling for you, he had ended it with his girlfriend right then and there. He wasn’t going to lead someone on when his heart belonged to someone else, and even if you didn’t know about his feelings — he didn’t care in the slightest. He invited you to the studio and dorms plenty of times, and he was smiling more often, teasing you and just basking in the beauties of you when he got the chance to steal a glance. It was one day when you two were in the studio alone, that you finally notice his gaze burning holes into your soul. “What?” You snap, annoyed, and he simply sways his arms nervously as he smiles admiringly.
“I love you.”
It was just a simple crush that prolonged as wine overfilled his glass and intoxicated him, permanently drunk on you. Being with you made him happy, but he was way too afraid to leave his girlfriend due to the aftermath — and the cruel reality that you may never return his feelings had obsidian ink dripping into half of his heart. He always left you at abrupt times, never trusting himself around you as his body begged to touch yours, and when he got up to calm his flushed cheeks and fluttering heart, you raised an eyebrow, thinking he was sick. “Are you okay?” The question drips from your lips and freezes him, quickly feigning a smile and refusing to stare you in the eyes.
“Yep.” Hell no.
— “I saw her with someone else.”
He watched you sway your legs as you sat on the bench, staring at the silver marble tiles of the large mall. He could hear you stomach growl and whine for food, feel your confusion slap him in the face as the hurt in your eyes drenched him in regret. “Why did you leave her?” You asked, because you knew your best friend would had a good reason to end things with the one you assumed he loved.
“Because…” he whispered, hoping to anything his ex didn’t do anything to you out of spite, “because I realized I was in love with you.”
He couldn’t help himself, and he was even disgusted with himself. His feelings bloomed with each passing day, the floret growing bigger and stronger and refusing to wilt. He is way too nice to leave his girlfriend even though he knew all he felt was attraction towards her, but with you..he is in love with you. Deeply. “Like the stars, you’re beautiful.” He says as you both sit in the back of his truck during the night, and immediately, you become flustered.
“Oh, shut up you ass,” you laugh, pushing his shoulder but he quickly grabs your hand.
“I’m being honest,” a genuine smile forms on his lips as he looks into your eyes, “how do you look so beautiful all the time?”
— There was something in your eyes that left him breathless, something that glimmered with a distant hope that he had been chasing after, something that made his heart swell in agony..
And it was captivating.
It was during one of his famous tickle fights that he slowly stopped his ministrations whilst being entranced by your eyes, and before he knew it — he was kissing you. It was soft and pure, yet you pushed him away alarmingly, saying, “this is wrong.” But he only pulls you into his chest tightly, never apologizing because he regretted nothing, because he was in love with you.
“Just let me hold you a little longer,” his deep voice breathes, “please.”
“You’re not my boyfriend.”
And he stiffens as those words, even if you giggled them, leave your mouth as they used his heart like a punching bag. You’re not my boyfriend. He sits there, slumping into the couch he sits on defeatedly as your eyes settle on Taehyung from across the party, telling him that you were going to spend time with the older man and Jungkook knew where this was going. He was jealous, and he didn’t want you to go, grabbing your arm with such force to keep you seated beside him even if his girlfriend was watching you two from afar. But you were right, he wasn’t yours, you weren’t his and you never will be.
And regretfully, he stares into his lap as he whispers, “I wish I was.”